Three’s a Crowd

Zahir bit into the pillow, muffled screams escaped through clenched teeth. The rhythmic smacks of skin echoed through the room as Lana thrust deep inside Zahir’s hole. Lana’s obsidian skin glistened with sweat as she panted and pounded, the ecstasy of Zahir wrapped around her throbbing member pushed her forward. His ass glowed bright red with Lana’s terse slaps and the deep scratches. Her hips rocked faster as she swelled, Zahir’s grip around her girth drove her further into the clutches orgasmic purity. With one final thrust Lana screamed out. Her eruption sent shivers through her entire body, the hairs on her forearms as erect as her cock.

After a moment she slowly eased herself out of Zahir. Her large penis twitched through aftershocks as she looked down at her handiwork. She watched his hole wink between bright red cheeks, her thick white cream trickled out and down towards his full, hanging balls.

Lana took a step back as Zahir rolled over, his brown skin flush and his chest heaved as his dark hair hung over his face and sprawled out around his head like a slick, black halo. Lana unconsciously bit her lip as she took in Zahir body. His thick, full coat of chest hair made a perfect trail down his flat stomach towards a finely trimmed bush. Peaking out from the trimmed garden was Zahir small, limp penis, the tip glistening with cum.

She shuffled back over to Zahir and straddled his chest, resting the tip of her tumescent cock on his lower lip. Lana smiled as she looked down at the exhausted boy. After craning his neck to gulp down some much needed water, Zahir lay his head back, his mascara slightly smudged. Lana’s pert breasts heaved with every breath, her defined, visible abs flexing. The exhaustion of exacting pleasure visible in every muscle in her body.

A third voice broke through the sounds of heavy breathing. “What a lucky boy you are,” Sarah said, walking into the bedroom behind Lana.

Lana looked back and smiled as she received a glass of wine from Sarah. She took a refreshing sip as Zahir gently worked his tongue around her tip. The pleasure from the wine hitting her tongue and Zahir’s lips around her bristling head made her cock twitch with delight.

“He really does love to please, doesn’t he,” Sarah said, brushing Zahir’s hair off his closed eyes.

Lana extricated herself from Zahir’s lips and leaned down to kiss him.

“Well, I brought home dinner if you two are ready to eat something other than each other,” Sarah said as she got off the bed and left the room.

“Ha ha,” Zahir and Lana replied sarcastically as they followed suit and made their way to the bathroom.

Zahir and Lana huddled together under the showerhead, their members pressed gently together. Their lips met and they felt each other begin to stiffen as they came together in a post-coital surge of passion.

Lana pulled away, “Sarah is going to kill us if we make her wait any longer.”

“You’re right,” Zahir sighed, giving Lana one final peck before quickly finishing up.

Both Lana and Zahir joined Sarah at the table with towels wrapped around their heads and wearing matching loose green sleeveless t-shirts and boxers. Sarah poured them each a glass of water.

“Hearing you two fuck when I got home from work was very hot,” Sarah said, pointing her fork at them.

Lana giggled, “Sorry we didn’t wait for you. I can’t even remember what set us off, but that train left the station in a hurry and there was no stopping it.”

“All I did was fix the router!” Zahir blurted out, nearly spitting out his food.

“That’s right!” Lana exclaimed, slapping her knee as the memory burst into her mind. “I was complaining about the internet being slow and you said you’d take a look. When I poked my head out of my room to look over at the router, you were bent all the way over fiddling with something behind the table. Suddenly my phone starts going crazy with all these missed notifications and you stand back up with beads of sweat running down your temples yelling ‘fixed it’. When you brushed your hair out of your eyes is when I kind of blacked out and just dragged you into my room.”

Sarah laughed, “I guess you are both excused for not waiting for me.”

The three of them finished dinner and a glass or two more of wine and retired to the living room couch. Sarah lay her head on Zahir’s lap and stretched her legs across Lana’s. They had reruns of some trashy reality show on in the background as they continued their dinner conversations.

Their house was unbearably hot during a record breaking heatwave and both Sarah’s and Lana’s breasts were barely covered by the thin shoulder straps of the green novelty tank tops they all bought on a road trip years ago.

As Zahir rubbed Sarah’s stomach he saw how Sarah’s top stood no chance of containing her breasts. They were full and soft, her pale nipples light against her copper skin. He quickly gave her right nipple a flick and watched it stand erect. Sarah smirked up at him and her fingers reached up and pinched his. Their casual nipple play grew more intense until suddenly Lana proclaimed, “I’m going to my room, I need my damn fan.” Lana jumped off the couch and walked to her room. “I’ll see you two in the morning.”

With a final pinch, Sarah got up next, “Lana’s right, I need some confined space A/C action right now.”

Zahir wished Sarah a good night and picked-up where he left off on a different show he’d been watching.

A few minutes later Zahir heard mumbled curses from Lana’s room. Looking over the back of the couch he saw Lana angrily open her door and stomp straight into Zahir’s room.

“My fan’s not cutting it tonight so I’m sleeping in your room,” she said just as she closed the door to Zahir’s room behind her.

“Sure, I guess,” Zahir said to himself as he turned back around and continued watching his show.

After the episode finished, Zahir turned off the TV and headed to his room. Forgetting Lana was already in there, he opened the door to find her sprawled across the entire bed. Not wanting to disturb her, Zahir silently closed the door and made his way to Sarah’s room. Quietly opening the door he peered inside to see Sarah sitting up in bed typing away on her laptop.

“Looks like you’ve been kicked out of your room, huh,” Sarah said, peering over her laptop screen.

“Looks like it. Mind if I sleep here?” Zahir said as he walked into the room.

Sarah smiled, “Of course you can. But only after you make it up to me for having all that fun without me.”

Zahir smiled back at Sarah, “It would be my pleasure.”

Knowing exactly what he had to do, Zahir approached the foot of the bed and climbed on directly in front of Sarah. Because of the heat, Sarah only had on her loose sleeveless tee. Her dark, unkempt bush hid the object of Zahir’s desire as he crawled forward.

Sarah placed her laptop onto her nightstand and spread her legs wide, revealing more bush between her supple thighs. She leaned forward and grabbed Zahir by the hair and hastened his approach, pulling him to her mouth. The hum of the A/C drowned out their moans as they kissed, their bodies pressed together, sticky with sweat.

Zahir released his lips and made his way slowly down Sarah’s body, first at her neck, then down her shoulder to her breasts. Licking slow circles around the areola of her right breast, Zahir pinched Sarah’s left nipple, earning a breathy gasp. He then quickly wrapped his lips around her right nipple and began sucking and flicking with his tongue, all the while massaging and pinching her left nipple with his free hand.

Sarah’s gasps turned to moans as Zahir powered on, his now throbbing erection grinding against Sarah’s tender inner thigh. Sarah felt herself getting swept away in the sensation and forcefully pushed Zahir’s head between her legs.

Without skipping a beat Zahir’s lips locked around Sarah’s vulva and he continued his masterful oral work. His tongue rhythmically stroked Sarah’s swollen clit, and his lips maintained suction around her labia. He pinned Sarah’s legs down to either side and felt her fight against him as she squirmed and thrashed with pleasure.

Without warning Zahir grabbed behind Sarah’s knees and pushed them up towards her shoulders, exposing her tight, puckered hole. Resting Sarah’s legs on his shoulders, Zahir wrapped his right arm around to massage her clit while he circled and probed her hole with his quick tongue. Sarah’s moans turned to screams as she convulsed, waves of ecstasy washed over her as Zahir’s mouth and hands dexterously worked her over, giving Sarah anything and everything she could desire.

Slowly, Zahir lowered Sarah’s hips back down onto the bed and with a few final kisses on the inside of her thighs lay a thin sheet over her and slid into bed next to her.

“Fuck me, you’ve outdone yourself again,” Sarah whispered breathlessly.

“You deserved it,” Zahir responded as he wrapped his body around her. They both immediately fell asleep to the hum of the A/C, sweaty and satisfied.

Sarah woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. After a big stretch she followed her nose into the common area of the house and made her way to the bathroom. Zahir stood over the stove in a different sleeveless shirt and pink shorts, tending to the sizzling strips of bacon. She gave him a quick ‘good morning’ before closing the bathroom door behind her.

Lana walked out of Zahir’s room and poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting at the kitchen table.

“We still have to pay Sarah back for yesterday,” Lana said, her feet up on the chair and her hands wrapped around the comforting cup of coffee.

“I paid her back last night,” Zahir replied, looking over his shoulder at Lana.

“Where was my invite!” Lana exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“You were fast asleep in my room. I had to sleep with Sarah and she wouldn’t let me unless I paid her back.”

“Well I’m making you join me anyway. She’s been working her ass off over the last couple of weeks and she deserves to be pampered,” Lana said after another sip of coffee.

“I’m in,” Zahir replied, plating the bacon and eggs into three separate plates just as Sarah walked out of the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen table.

After breakfast, Sarah settled onto the couch and started playing a game with headphones on. While Sarah was engrossed in her latest adventures in Red Dead Redemption, Lana and Zahir sat in Zahir’s room and plotted the repayment of their debt to Sarah.

Lana approached silently from behind the couch and placed her hands on Sarah’s shoulders. After a momentary startle, Sarah looked up at a smiling Lana before bringing her focus back to her game as Lana began massaging her shoulders. Sarah felt the week’s tension release with every roll of Lana’s thumbs. Sarah paused the game, closed her eyes, and embraced the calming energy pouring in through her shoulders. Another pair of hands gently removed Sarah’s headphones and she opened her eyes to see Zahir’s face an inch from her own. Leaning in he locked his lips with hers and straddled her on the couch as Lana continued draining the tension from Sarah’s body. After what felt like an eternity, both Zahir and Lana stopped what they were doing and led Sarah silently to Lana’s bedroom.

Easing Sarah out of her clothes and each other’s, both Lana and Zahir dropped to their knees in front of and behind Sarah respectively. Having demonstrated his prowess the night before, Zahir allowed Lana to work her own magic on Sarah’s sweet fountain. With long, slow licks, Lana worked her tongue over Sarah’s labia and finished with a flurry of dexterous flicks on her clit. Zahir spread Sarah’s cheeks and worked his tongue over her hole, circling and inserting in rhythm with Lana’s intricate patterns. Sarah’s breath caught and her knees shook as she gripped the kneeling debtors’ heads. Sarah felt her balance give out but in one swift motion, Lana stood and lifted her up off the ground. Sarah wrapped her legs around Lana’s waist and her arms around her neck and they passionately kissed as she carried Sarah over to the bed.

Lana gently laid her down. Sarah felt Lana’s thick cock part her labia and slide inside her aching warmth. Lana’s prodigious member filled Sarah up to the brim. Her girth and length surpassed any cock she’d ever had, its slight upward curve pressured her pleasure points to perfection. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Lana’s slow, deep thrusts took over. Sarah’s breath caught as Lana continued pumping from her hips, her breath heavy in Sarah’s ear.

She dug her nails deep into Lana’s back and bit into her shoulder as she tightened around her, the building orgasm finally releasing in ecstasy. Lana’s unrelenting pummeling drove Sarah to the brink, screaming out to the heavens for more. The ferocity of Lana’s fucking almost became too much before Sarah succumbed to a crashing orgasm. The waves of pleasure wracked her body as she clenched and spasmed, losing control of her body with Lana’s cock still throbbing inside her, holding still, giving her everything she needed to reach Nirvana.

Sarah’s orgasm subsided, and she nearly passed out, before Lana’s thrusting recommenced. Sarah let out a deep, guttural moan as she immediately came a second and third time, climaxing with almost every thrust. Sarah felt Lana’s breath quicken in her ear and she whispered, “cum for me, baby.” Sarah’s breathy, sensual voice sent Lana tumbling into orgasmic bliss and she let out a roar. She erupted deep inside Sarah’s soaking pussy, pumping her full with every twitch of her prolific staff.

Lana finished, and slowly slipped her spent cock from Sarah’s sopping pussy. She leaned down and kissed Sarah on her lips and cheeks. “Now, we’re even,” Lana said as she sipped some water from a glass on the nightstand.

Sarah took a sip from Lana’s glass and looked up at her. “I’m still sad I missed yesterday’s show,” she said. “Why don’t you two give me an encore?”

Lana smiled down at Sarah, and without a moment’s hesitation hopped off the bed and entangled herself with Zahir who waited patiently at the foot of the bed, his throbbing cock in his hand. Sarah watched as they kissed passionately, their prominent erections batting together.

Sarah had seen it all before, but it was always the hottest show in town.

Work From Home: Part 3

Kira set four plates around the kitchen table, aligning them on the red fabric place-mats. The smell of Raj’s cooking filled the apartment as Kira bustled back and forth from the kitchen to collect and place cutlery and glasses. They already had a nice bottle of red wine decanted and were putting the finishing touches on the meal before their guests arrived.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had Will and Jun over for dinner,” Kira said, settling into the couch.

“It really has,” Raj replied, wiping his hands on a towel and joining her.

They sat and chatted before the doorbell rang. Kira jumped up and answered the door with a glowing smile and immediately hugged an equally excited Will.

“It’s so good to see you!” Exclaimed Jun through a tight Kira hug.

Jun was a slim, tall Korean man with exceptionally kind eyes and a warm smile. He had his arm around Will’s waist as they walked through the front door and they gave equally warm hugs to Raj. After presenting Kira and Raj with another bottle of wine, the couples sat at the kitchen table and poured themselves the decanted wine. Not long after the foursome were digging into dinner and talking over one another through mouthfuls of food.

The night progressed and after emptying another bottle of wine, the couples moved on to dessert. During dessert, the subject of Kira’s and Will’s work came up. They talked about their numerous successful collaborations. At one point, Raj noticed Kira and Will share a quick, almost conspiratorial look, as they discussed future collaborations.

“So, Raj,” Will began, “Kira and I have an idea for a future Work from Dome episode that we want to run by you.”

Raj squinted at the two of them, their sly smiles partially hidden behind their wine glasses. “Let’s hear it,” Raj said after an exaggerated pause.

“Well, we were thinking you and I could perform together.”

Raj put his glass down on the table and looked sternly at Kira and Will across the table. Their smiles faded and worry seeped into their eyes. After a long, drawn out pause, Raj burst out laughing. “Of course I’m in you idiots. Sounds hot as hell!”

Jun joined Raj in laughter as Kira frowned and threw a scrap piece of bread at him.

Finally settling down, Kira laid out the plan. Will and Raj would both stand at Raj’s desk and Kira would be underneath. She had the episode’s specific tiers already planned and scheduled it for when she and Raj returned from their vacation to France.

The rest of the night went by in a flash and soon Kira and Raj were hugging Jun and Will goodnight. They washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and passed out the minute their heads hit their pillows. A week later they were off to France for a long overdue vacation of good food, good wine, and perfect weather.

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Kira arranged the cameras beneath Raj’s desk to account for the additional performer for the day’s show. Kira wore one of Raj’s old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers as she worked, her sun-kissed skin accentuated by the ring lights placed around her.

She’d taken full advantage of the beautiful weather on her vacation and it showed. She’d been back home for a week already, and though her shows were on hiatus, she continued posting pictures of her adventures for her followers. She often joked about how she took so many pictures she could see her tan progressively build with each one on the nude beaches she and Raj frequented.

After setting up for the show, Kira checked in on Raj. He was working on the couch in just a pair of running shorts. He also tanned significantly, and with his increased workouts he was starting to build some serious muscle. He and Will started working out together, and the results were showing. Kira easily put up with Raj’s whining and complaining with every early morning workout if she got to enjoy the benefits.

The doorbell rang and Kira welcomed Will with a big hug and a kiss. “Brought your clothes?” Kira asked Will as he gave Raj a hug. “Right here,” Will replied, lifting up a black suit bag.

“Amazing,” Kira said, clapping her hands together. “Now, we’ve got some time, why don’t you and Raj go shower.”

Will gave a sarcastic salute to which Kira gave a chortle and a roll of the eyes. Raj was already on his way to the bathroom and had stripped out of the one piece of clothing he had on. Will joined him and stripped out of his muscle tee and shorts. Raj stood outside the running shower waiting for the water to warm up.

“Wow, you’re looking thick,” Will said, examining Raj’s round behind.

“All thanks to you,” Raj replied as he slightly flexed to emphasize his newly gained muscle.

With the water warmed, Will and Raj stepped into the shower. The shower head was in the ceiling which allowed both men to fit comfortably under the stream. Kira heard the shower going and the voices of the two men echoed in the tiled bathroom. She poked her head through the door and watched her two performers scrubbing their bodies through the clear glass shower door.

Both men were clean shaven below the belt as per Kira’s request. She watched the beads of water stream down their slick bodies. Their skin glistened and Kira felt a pang of hunger deep in her stomach, an ache to jump in with them, to squeeze between them. She shook her head and cleared her mind, setting herself back to preparing for the show.

Will and Raj finally got dressed in their ‘costumes’. They both wore slim-fit black dress pants with tucked-in white button-downs. They didn’t wear any underwear beneath their pants and as such there was a slight bulge visible for both of them. Kira gave a joking chef’s kiss as they set themselves up at Raj’s desk. Kira slipped underneath and started the stream.

She promoted the show throughout her vacation with every picture she posted and the turnout was great. She recognized her regulars as well as many new viewers. The show progressed and her tiers were slowly getting reached. She wore a white blouse with no bra, and she kept just enough buttons undone to present an enticing amount of cleavage.

The tips continued rolling in and Kira winked and blew kisses to her viewers, occasionally typing thank-you messages to some of the larger tippers. She caressed both clothed crotches before her, but the tiers releasing them from their cloth prisons were a ways away.

Kira bobbed her head in rhythm to songs playing in her earbuds when the familiar chime of a tier being reached interrupted her. As Kira looked over to her screen she heard another chime. Then another. Two more chimes went off before Kira had a moment to react. Her jaw went slack when she saw that someone had individually donated for five full tiers. Her heart beat faster as she read the name of the donor: FreeTime85.

The mystery mega-donor had once again dropped the hammer in spectacular fashion. Kira thanked them profusely, as did the rest of her audience, and she prepared to fulfill every tier requirement.

Kira licked her lips and slipped her fingers between them. She closed her eyes as she slowly and sensually sucked on her fingers. She let out a quiet moan as she pushed her fingers deeper in her mouth, removed them, then licked them up and down their length. She blew a kiss to her audience and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With every button Kira bit her lip and flexed her back, pushing her breasts through the widening gap.

When the final button came undone, both sides of the open blouse draped over her breasts, tantalizing her audience to tip just a smidge more to remove the fabric altogether for tier three. FreeTime85 made it clear they had no intention of being teased, so Kira slowly pulled both lapels apart and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She squeezed her petite breasts together with the shirt down her arms then removed it entirely.

With her breasts free, Kira pushed them up to the camera and shook them. Their tight jiggle always made her laugh. She settled back onto her chair and proceeded to tier four. Kira took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger on each hand, and rolled them back and forth. She let out a louder moan with each twist and a mess was already building between her legs.

She controlled her breathing as she twisted and pulled her now fully erect nipples. Her dark towers ached for more, but Kira resisted. If she continued, she would have worked her nipples to orgasm, and completely neglected the trapped beasts she promised to release.

Kira thanked FreeTime85 again and made her move for tier five. Kira caressed the boys’ crotches, felt their manhood pulse beneath the thin layer of cloth. Kira felt Raj’s bulge swell and proceeded to unzip his fly. His semi-erect penis burst through the gap, twitching as if gasping for air, relishing in its freedom.

Tier five was now complete, and Kira dragged her eyes from Raj’s growing member back to her camera. She enjoyed teasing her audience with her tiers. Five and six meant freeing both boys’ cocks but making no other contact. However, Kira mercifully made tier seven the final tier, giving the audience, and consequently herself, everything they wanted.

Kira chatted with her audience for some time and continued to gently play with her nipples, flicking and pulling from time to time. Tips continued to pour in and they were almost half way to tier six. Kira continued lip syncing to music and playing with her boobs, enjoying the downtime below the desk.

Then it happened again. The final two chimes. Kira froze again, and knew exactly who was responsible. This time the final tip to reach tier seven came with a note:

“Worth every penny.”

Kira’s heart raced. She was conflicted in the oddest way. She felt excitement for hitting every tier, which was not all that common. So financially, this was a dream come true. However, as a performer, she was worried what this harried pace did to her show.

The longer the show, the longer eyes stayed glued to her. She was practiced in the art of maintaining a steady pace for the entirety of her show, and that ability brought her much of her success and sustainability. With every tier completed in a fraction of the usual length, the number of incidental viewers (viewers stumbling upon her show through the hosting site’s Explore page), decreased significantly. And every one of those viewer had the potential of becoming a new regular.

Kira shook her head and dispelled her industry thoughts. She reminded herself of the wonderfully privileged position she’d created for herself, where she could make money through sex and pleasure. She was living the dream, and she should stay in the moment.

Kira blew a copious amount of kisses to her audience, thanked FreeTime85 once more, and licked her lips. The real fun was about to begin.

Kira quickly unzipped Will’s pants and released her second toy. Kira winked at the camera before turning back to Will and Raj, their members rose, arching skyward. She kissed Raj’s tip, then Will’s, and watched both cocks grow thicker.

Kira took Raj’s swollen, bristling head between her lips, her tongue danced along the underside. She held Will’s balls in her hand, squeezing and massaging them in rhythm to her tongue’s delicate patterns. Raj’s twitching cock begged Kira for more, and Kira obliged, sliding him into her mouth.

Kira took Raj to the hilt, her practiced throat opened as he pushed past her limit. She held him there for a moment before pulling back, saliva dripped down your chin and coated her flush chest. She took Raj in again, working her lips and tongue over his sensitive tip and along his veiny shaft.

Kira’s free hands were expertly put to use stimulating her other toy. She held Will’s balls in one hand and stroked his aching cock with the other. Kira’s coordination was immaculate, and the chime of tips echoed softly in the background of her passionate gags and aggressive, unrelenting slurps.

Kira moved from Raj to Will, aggressively devouring his pleading member. She knew both her performers intimately, and together, she truly appreciated their differences. Will was slightly longer than Raj, and Kira’s eyes rolled back every time she took his entirety. His tip hit a point deep in her throat that further stirred the raging torrent between her legs.

When she moved to Raj, she felt the pleasure of his substantial girth. Her mouth was filled, her lips stretching as she threw herself into her work, the memories of the countless times he stretched and filled her pussy drove her wild.

Her men’s precum coated her tongue as she pushed forward, determined to suck every drop of pleasure from her fellow actors. Their stamina impressed her as she’d lost all consideration for improving the duration of her show and was now lost in her work. She held both men’s balls in her hands and felt them rise as their cocks swelled.

Kira pulled Will’s cock from her mouth, grabbed Raj’s, and shoved their tips between her lips. She stroked their slick shafts and with a thrust from both, her senses were overcome with their release. Pump after pump poured onto her tongue and down her throat as she held her boys in place, feeling the ecstasy and euphoria radiating from their perfect staffs.

Kira felt the final twitches of a complete orgasm and released them. She turned to the camera for the first time since hearing the chime for the final tier. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her lips, chin, and breasts were covered in saliva and cum.

Kira chatted a little more with her audience before blowing them one last kiss and ending the stream. Kira knocked on the underside of the desk, and suddenly both boys dropped to floor and fell backwards onto their butts.

“That was fucking intense!” Raj exclaimed, his face was flush and his hair disheveled as if he’d been running his hands wildly through it.

“Ya, Kira,” Will added, “You really outdid yourself today.”

Kira fluttered her eyelashes at her exhausted boys and smiled brightly. “You two are the real champs for making it that long.”

Kira, Will, and Raj finally picked themselves off the floor and stripped out of their clothes as they made their way to the shower. Kira shared the news of FreeTime’s large tips and the three of them started to talk through how they could possibly figure out who this person was and whether they did this for other performers.

The shower warmed and Kira hopped in first. As she reached for the soap, but Raj grabbed it first.

Both men stood close to her. Raj, standing before her, looked down and kissed her deeply, the hot water streaming down their flush bodies.

Will took the soap from Raj and started rubbing Kira’s back. Raj whispered in Kira’s ear, “Now, let us take care of you.”

Raj and Will passed the soap between them, washing and caressing Kira’s body. The nectar of her pleasure oozed from her sex with every squeeze of her breasts and kiss on her neck.

Kira threw her head back, when suddenly she felt familiar tongues exploring below her waist. Kira gasped as she looked down to see Raj kneeling before her, his face buried in her warmth, and Will behind her with his hands spreading her cheeks and probing her hole.

Kira pushed against the shower walls as her knees buckled, the violent surges of euphoria radiating through her body consumed her entirely. She suddenly realized how far she’d edged herself through her show, her engorged clit pulsing with every touch of Raj’s tongue.

Kira came, her body convulsing. She nearly fell to the floor if not for Raj and Will’s support. She leaned against them as she fought through the orgasmic aftershocks ravaging every inch of her body. Kira eventually recovered and the threesome finally dried themselves off and left the steam-filled bathroom.

They continued discussing FreeTime85 for a while before Will left. Kira and Raj had dinner before Kira started her evening stream.

Kira recounted her Work from Dome episode for her audience and even divulged details of the lurid shower afterwards. She was streaming for almost an hour when she received a tip for a direct message. Her jaw dropped when she read that it was from FreeTime85.

The direct message read, “Hey Kira! As you’ve probably already noticed, I’m a big fan of your work. My name’s Sonya and I run a film studio. I’d love to discuss some future opportunities with you, so shoot me an email.”

Kira’s suspicions were raised immediately. Firstly, she had her business email clearly stated on all her social platforms. Why was this ‘Sonya’ going through the trouble of excessively tipping during her shows then sending her a tipped direct message? Secondly, the vagueness of the ‘opportunity’ and ‘film studio’ was just too much to believe.

Kira did not divulge the contents of the direct message with her regulars, to their dismay. However, she discussed it with Raj that evening.

“What do you think I should do?” Kira asked Raj as they sat on the couch, Kira’s legs laid across Raj’s lap.

“Well, you’re definitely right that this person’s approach is weird,” Raj said. “But they gave you and email and a name, so why don’t you just send them a formal email, start a conversation. Try to pull as many details out as you can so you can confirm whether it’s a scam or not. You’ve got nothing to lose in my opinion.”

Kira agreed and the two of them drafted an email that they would send in the morning. Between the sex and the Sonya mystery, Kira and Raj slept soundly that night, cuddled tight beneath the sheets.