Work From Home: Part 2

Kira switched her stream on and greeted her evening audience. She wore her favourite pajamas and sat cross-legged on her comfortable gaming chair. Today was the three month anniversary of the debut of her weekly show Work from Dome. She was all smiles as her viewers showered her in congratulations and tips and the system’s bell chimed for the full stream. When her show ended, Kira blew a kiss to her viewers, thanked them again for all their support, and ended the stream.

She walked out into the living room where Raj was waiting with a glass of red wine.

“Congratulations, love,” he said, handing Kira her glass accompanied by a kiss.

The two of them sat on the couch and watched TV and snuggled close under the throw blanket. A couple of hours later they were in bed and out like a light. Kira woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. By the time she got to the kitchen, Raj was slicing a grapefruit for the both of them.

“Good morning, love. Hope this makes up for having to miss another show,” Raj said, taking a seat across from Kira.

Kira smiled, “It’s seriously no biggie. I know you’re pretty slammed, and I’ve already got Will ready to fill in today and next week.”

“That’s great,” Raj said. “And you’ve got my office for your show as well. I’m all set up in the family room.”

Will arrived an hour before the show. He was a tall, muscular black man, and one of Kira’s closest friends. They’d started performing around the same time and were big fans of each other before they’d even met. After some time and through some online interactions, they found out that they lived in the same city and became fast friends and colleagues.

“It’s lovely as always to see you,” Will said, wrapping Kira in a hug, “And thanks again for guesting last week, everyone loved you.”

“It was my absolute pleasure,” Kira replied as they walked towards her office.

Will gave Raj a wave as they passed through the family room, and Raj waved back through his call with a client. He had become just as close to Will over the years. They often went golfing together and had weekly drinks on guys’ night with other friends of theirs.

Sinking into some beanbag chairs, Will and Kira chatted and planned the day’s Work from Dome episode. Will filled in for Raj the week before as Raj was swamped at his job. Luckily, Kira was able to keep her setup in Raj’s office so the only change was the ‘dome’ itself.

Will sipped on his pineapple smoothie and said, “I’ve got an idea for today’s episode.”

“Lay it on me,” Kira replied.

“Well,” Will started, “I’ve prepped my ass for a show I’ve got later today, so why don’t we take advantage of that.”

Will continued, “Add a significant tipping tier for fingers in my ass. I’ve got my lube and you know my ass as well as anyone, so I’m game if you are.”

Kira responded excitedly, “Hell ya, let’s do it! Oh my god this is going to be fun!”

The two of them spent the rest of their prep time setting up their stream and adjusting the cameras. With fifteen minutes to spare, Kira asked Will to drop his shorts and bend over. She admired Will’s thick glutes before spreading them to peek at his hole. She’d fingered and pegged Will on numerous occasions for his own shows and was very familiar with what Will liked, and more importantly, what his limits were. Kira lubed her finger up with saliva and pressed Will’s puckered rim. With a little more pressure it took her finger in hungrily.

“All good?” Kira asked, peeking around Will’s thick leg to meet his face with her finger still inside.

“All good,” Will replied.

Before long the show started and viewers were tuning in and excitedly commenting on the new tiers. Will typed away on the keyboard above Kira’s head as the chime of tips rung out. Within fifteen minutes, the first ‘fingers’ tier was reached. Kira generously lubed her index finger and Will’s hole, and slipped it in with ease. Her audience loved it as Will’s thick cock twitched, begging Kira’s viewers for more. Kira felt the familiar arousal of anal play. She wiggled her inserted finger, giving a slight “come hither” as she nudged Will’s sensitive prostate. She heard a little moan above her that told her she’d hit the mark. The growing dampness between her legs was a nice reminder that she had the best job in the world.

Kira had Will’s cock deep down her throat when she heard the ding of the second tier. She kept her surprise concealed from the audience, but inside she was shocked. She had set the goals much higher than any of her regular tiers, and was expecting to hit the second tier near the end of the show at best. However, here she was, lubing both her index and middle fingers, and easing back into Will’s aching void halfway through her show.

Will’s moans grew louder as Kira pressed and licked the underside of Will’s bristling head. She tasted his sweet precum and brought her camera in close to give her viewers a better view of their reward.

*Ding*

*Ding*

Kira’s smile faded. That was fingers three and four, back-to-back. She couldn’t believe it. Tier three was the equivalent of about $700 in tips, and tier four was another $800 on top of that. They were theoretical, a tease for the audience. She checked the tip notification, and it was a single donor for both tiers: Freetime85.

Kira took a deep breath and expressed excitement and thanks for her audience as she tapped Will’s thigh four times off-screen. Because of the nature of the show, Kira came up with a trick to let Will know what was happening and get his consent. She would tap his thigh equal to the number of fingers, and Will would tap the top of the desk with the same number if he was ready. With tiers one and two, Will’s response was instantaneous. After Kira tapped Will’s thigh four times, there was a long pause before she heard the four taps above her. Kira lathered almost her entire hand in lube and applied copious amounts to Will’s asshole as well.

Kira brought her pinky, ring, middle, and index fingers together to a point, and very slowly eased them in. Will spread his legs further apart, bent his knees and opened up as Kira’s knuckles stretched Will’s practiced void.

Kira’s pussy ached as her fingers worked Will’s hole. She devoured his cock, saliva coated her bare breasts and face, her lipstick and mascara ruined and her eyes rolled back in her head with every gagging thrust. Every goal was reached, every tier accomplished, and Kira was now just desperate for Will’s cum. She felt his cock throb as she sucked and felt his hole flex around her knuckles. She pushed Will further down her open throat triggering an orgasm of her own. Kira held Will’s cock in her throat as her abs clenched and her pussy contracted.

Her intense orgasm and the monster lodged in her throat stopped her from breathing, which only drove Kira further into the euphoric torrent. She finally resurfaced and took in a deep, exhilarating breath. Tears and saliva coated her face as she gave herself a moment to feel every sensation coursing through her. She took Will into her mouth once more, working her tongue masterfully up and down the underside of his prodigious shaft, twirling the tip of her tongue over the sensitive underbelly of his swollen head.

Kira felt Will grow, his thrusts hastened. He leaned back on her hand, pushing her further inside him. Every thrust sent Kira through a torrent of ecstasy, her thoughts slipped away as her throat opened as willingly as Will’s hole.

Will climaxed aggressively, a deep, guttural moan above her accompanied the thick loads filling her mouth. Kira’s panties were drenched as she took in his taste and she slowly removed her fingers from his gaping asshole and showed her audience the white dessert pooled in her mouth. She gave the camera a wink before swallowing and blew them a kiss to end the stream.

Kira spoke first, “Holy shit. That was crazy.”

Will dropped down to meet Kira on the floor beneath the desk. He lay on his back and Kira ogled his gaping ass, stretched, ravaged. Kira massaged Will’s legs, helping him recover from the surprisingly intense stream. When he was finally ready the two of them slowly stood up and made their way to the shower.

“That was fucking intense. I didn’t think we’d get past the second finger,” Will said as Kira soaped him up.

“I thought so too, but some guy came in guns blazing and hit every tier at once,” Kira explained.

After their shower the two of them returned to Kira’s office in plush white robes. They sunk back into the beanbag chairs for a full debrief.

“I’m not going to lie,” Kira said, “I was so turned on during that show. You know how much I love fucking that ass of yours, I’m still dripping.”

Will laughed and gave her a wink. “If you didn’t just drain me so completely,” Will replied, “I would happily help you out with that.”

Kira and Will laughed as they sipped their respective glasses of water and unwound. Will inevitably cancelled his own evening show and Kira invited him to stay for dinner.

At dinner, they recounted the details of the show for Raj, who was just as astounded as they were.

“Holy shit!” Raj exclaimed, “They spent all that at once?”

“Yup,” Kira replied.

“That’s incredible. Can’t wait to hear what the evening stream folks thought of the show.”

Will and Kira did the stream together and were overjoyed by the excitement and enthusiasm their audience had for that day’s Work from Dome performance. There was also the mystery of who Freetime85 was. Kira didn’t recognize the username and neither did any of her regulars. They all had fun speculating who it may be, from famous celebrities to Kira’s and Will’s respective partners. The two of them had already accounted for the latter possibility and confirmed it wasn’t either partner. After the show, Will had one more glass of wine with Kira and Raj before going home.

“I can’t wait for next week’s show,” Kira told Raj as they got into bed. “I’m going to up the tier value even higher, see if big spender shows up again.”

Raj chuckled and gave Kira a kiss. “I hope they do, I could use a new computer.”

A few days later, Kira had a great idea for her stream. One of her regulars made a highlight reel from her last Work from Dome show. The video was around twenty minutes long, so Kira thought it would be fun to watch it with her audience and masturbate along to it.

The stream started and the tips started to come in, hitting the usual tiers, activating her vibrator and peeling off what few layers of clothing she had on. Kira purposefully kept the new tiers with the video lower than she normally would have because she desperately wanted to get off to it for an audience. She’d been edging herself every night since the show just thinking about it.

The final chime rang out and Kira beamed. She blew kisses to her audience, thanked them profusely and hastily set up the video and camera. She lay back further to expose not just her soaked, swollen pussy, but the red jewel of her buttplug as well. Kira furiously rubbed her clit as the vibrator inside her vibrated non-stop from the tips pouring in from her equally horny viewers.

She watched herself gag on Will’s beautiful cock, phantom sensations tickled her fingers with the memory of Will’s tight hole squeezing around them. Kira moaned louder and louder, her throbbing clit pulsed, the heat radiated from her open warmth. The tips continued and Kira’s body seized. Her legs shook as her fingers rubbed her swollen button faster and she lost control. Her moans turned to screams as she pushed, and a torrent sprayed from Kira’s hot, steaming pussy. Her juices covered the floor and coated her inner thighs. She hardly made it through half the video. The aftershocks ravaged her as the vibrator and her breathing slowed.

Kira collapsed back onto her pillows and she caught her breath before saying goodbye to her viewers and ending the stream. Kira sat for five more minutes before finally standing up and cleaning her set. When she finally left her office, Raj was standing in the kitchen pouring himself some coffee.

“Wow,” he said, looking Kira up and down, “Looks like you had a time, huh.”

Kira lazily nodded before going to the bathroom to clean up. When Kira finished, she walked into the family room and flopped down onto the couch.

Raj walked out of his office to see his partner laying on her back, her eyes closed with one arm hanging off the edge. He walked over and slipped in behind her, gently lifting her head and shoulders so they rested on his stomach, his legs to either side of her. He massaged Kira’s temples and admired her petite body and her soft, smooth skin.

Raj moved his hands down to Kira’s shoulders and dug in with his fingers, squeezing the tension from her body. Kira moaned, her eyes stayed closed.

Raj kissed her forehead and moved his hands over her breasts. He gently squeezed and kneaded his thumbs into her soft tissue. Kira bit her lip and squirmed, her legs crossed, thighs rubbing together. Raj pinched both Kira’s nipples and slowly pulled. Her breath caught and she arched her back further and further as Raj continued to pull. He released Kira’s dark, erect nipples and she let out a deep, primal moan. Raj caught the shine of dew forming beneath her waxed mound.

Raj whispered in Kira’s ear, “Cum for me, one more time.” Kira eagerly nodded.

Raj pulled Kira’s nipples again. And again. Each time Kira’s moans grew louder, and the hand that lay over the edge of the couch now had two fingers deep inside her sopping, ravenous pussy. Kira screamed louder as the sound of her soaked slit filled the room. With one final pull, Raj held Kira at the apex as she came, her body convulsed and eyes rolled back in her head. He released her and she crashed back into his lap, a semi-conscious mess, panting, cuddling his muscular leg.

Raj stroked Kira’s hair until she fell asleep. He pulled out his phone and cancelled the rest of the day’s meetings, choosing instead to spend the rest of the day on the couch with his heart.

Work From Home: Part 1

There were a few reasons Raj ordered a motorized standing desk. The most obvious was health related. He was finding himself sitting and staring at a computer screen for a significant number of hours per day and it was taking a toll on his back. The ergonomic chair helped a little, and he made sure he stood-up and walked around every once in a while, but it just wasn’t cutting it.

His partner Kira also worked from home in their guest bedroom. Kira was an adult streamer and had her workspace set-up for maximum comfort. Before buying his standing desk, Raj had mentioned on more than one occasion how jealous he was of how comfortable Kira was at work. She had her camera and keyboard on an anchored platform that she could raise and lower as needed with ease. Kira also had an ergonomic chair for her evening chat streams, and a section of the bedroom floor and the entire bed with cushions and pillows and another two cameras for performing.

His new table arrived a few days after he placed his order. Raj spent that afternoon assembling it and rearranging his work material atop it. He spent the entire next day standing at his new desk.

“Kira, baby, this thing is an absolute Godsend,” Raj exclaimed between spoonfuls of curry. “I’m feeling so damn loose and free, no pain whatsoever!”

Kira smiled as she stood and took her plate to the sink. “That’s wonderful, love. Tell me more after I’m done tonight, okay?”

Kira gave Raj a quick kiss before walking to the guest bedroom to prepare for her evening stream.

Raj felt like a changed man after a month of using his new desk. His back pain was all but gone and his productivity increased too. This meant he was working fewer hours and could spend more time with Kira. Kira was taking full advantage of Raj’s transformation. With his newfound free time Raj’s love for cooking and experimenting in the kitchen was rekindled, and the results were excellent. They also biked more regularly and even started running together.

Kira was enjoying her morning coffee and reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. Raj had already started his day and Kira had a few hours before the day’s first stream. Kira was wearing one of Raj’s t-shirts that hung loosely over her shoulders and went down to just past her waist. She was barely five feet tall and Raj was nearly 6’3″. Kira had black, curly hair and deep hazel eyes. Her petite breasts were barely noticeable under her shirt, but her shapely behind left nothing to the imagination. With the weather improving and the time she spent outside increasing, her light freckles were beginning to show more prominently against her light brown skin.

Kira stood and followed the clacking sound of Raj’s keyboard and peeked her head into his office. Raj stood facing a window opposite the door. He was wearing his large, noise cancelling headphones and was focused intently on his screen.

Kira tip-toed into his office without Raj noticing. He was wearing short black athletic shorts and a lime green sleevless tee. Kira took in his muscular calves and thighs, a layer of course black hair covering his endless walking sticks. His full black beard was a few days past his usual trim and looked extra scraggly and his wavy black hair was pulled back under his headphones.

Kira snuck up behind Raj and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly and pressing her face into his back. After recovering from the startling contact, Raj reached behind his back and gave Kira a quick squeeze of his own before returning to his work. Kira lingered in Raj’s office and spun herself around in a spare office chair in the corner.

A smirk broke out across Kira’s lips as a thought percolated in her mind. Seated in the chair, Kira rolled herself between Raj’s desk and the window. Kira lowered the height of the chair and bent her neck slightly as she slowly rolled herself under the desk.

Kira was now an inch away from Raj’s crotch as he clacked away above her head. Kira reached up and gently began fondling Raj. The typing above her suddenly stopped as she massaged his balls. Her handiwork was beginning to bear fruit as a bulge grew in her the palm of her hand. Kira reached for Raj’s waistband and pulled down his shorts, revealing his tumescent penis twitching before her eyes. Kira gave her toy’s swollen head gentle kisses before wrapping her lips around it and gently sucking.

Kira felt Raj’s throbbing cock beg for more, and she happily obliged. She eased his cock further into her mouth and down her throat. She’d learned how to take Raj’s significant girth and opened her throat with ease. As she reached his base she extended her tongue and used the tip to tickle his hanging balls.

Raj’s thrusting sped up and Kira’s technique changed from meticulous to ravenous. Slow twirls of her tongue were replaced with furious head bobbing and slurping. With a final, heavy thrust, Raj exploded down the back of her throat and saliva poured down onto Kira’s chest as Raj held his member in her open mouth until the pumping ceased. Finally, Kira eased Raj from between her lips and swallowed the fruits of her labour. She slipped Raj’s shorts back up and wheeled herself out from under the desk.

As she walked back around to the other side of the table, Raj reached and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in, planting a long kiss on Kira’s lips. He released her with a playful slap on her bare ass and she skipped out of his office.

That night Kira regaled her audience on that afternoon’s fun.

“It was really a spur-of-the-moment thing. I’m honestly surprised my horny ass hadn’t thought to do it sooner,” Kira said.

“You’re totally right Sam, it’s almost too obvious a fantasy,” Kira giggled, responding to one of her regular’s keen insights.

Almost her entire stream that night revolved around what they’d now dubbed Work from Dome. The next day Kira slipped underneath Raj’s desk again, and proceeded to share more details of the experience with her audience in the evening.

“They’re loving Work from Dome Raj, it’s crazy,” Kira said at dinner the day after her second Work from Dome.

“That’s great, love,” Raj replied.

“I know. I feel like there’s a real opportunity here to make this it’s own show,” Kira said, gazing out into the distance as her producer gears began spinning.

Raj leaned over the table and kissed Kira, “I’m here to support you in any way I can.”

Kira smiled and walked to her desk to begin brainstorming for her new show idea.

Two weeks later, Kira was ready to premiere her new show. Once a week, she’d air a special afternoon show titled Work From Dome. Kira bought and set up a small mobile table for a laptop and cameras for different angles. She also bought a small rolling stool so she could slide under the desk without needing to crane her neck. She commissioned new art and emotes and marketed the new show on her social media and streams leading up to the premiere.

However, before she began any work on the show, she needed to know if Raj would be okay participating.

“So, what do you think?” Kira said after pitching the idea to Raj.

Raj sat silently, his brow furrowed as he absorbed everything he’d heard, then smiled, “I’m in.”

Kira squealed and gave Raj a giant hug.

“This is going to be really fun. We’ll need to plan contingencies for days I can’t do it for one reason or another, but I’m legitimately excited about making my acting debut,” Raj said with a wink.

Kira grabbed her notebook from the counter and flipped to a page with a detailed schedule of all her shows. “I’ve already started planning for it, love. I’ve asked Will to sub-in when you know you can’t.” Will was a local performer Kira had worked with for years.

Kira continued, “I will also have my Bluetooth earbuds in and won’t speak at all. It will be silent except for the sounds of your typing and whatever I’m doing to you.”

Raj laughed and kissed Kira. “This is going to be awesome.”

Kira double and triple checked her setup and adjusted the height of her stool for the seventh time. In one minute her new show would premiere and the excitement was building and she felt familiar butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She knew they weren’t performance nerves. She was a practised performer and knew she was skilled. She was primarily nervous about engaging with new viewers. She knew her regulars would enjoy and support her new show just as they’d supported her other new endeavours. However, with her past attempts at attracting new viewers and keeping them engaged, she’d fallen short time-and-time again. She checked the analytics of her posts and the numbers suggested she’d have plenty of new viewers. Now it was a matter of keeping them week-to-week and maybe even have them tune-in to her daily streams.

Kira gave Raj’s crotch a quick kiss over his dark blue jeans and went live.

Kira gave the stream one final blowing kiss and ended the feed precisely an hour and a half after it had started. Cum dripped off her chin onto her bare chest and her mascara ran just as she’d hoped. Raj’s cock lay limp, glistening from layers of lube, saliva and cum. Kira grabbed a towel from her workstation and started cleaning herself off.

“I think that went really well,” Kira said, peeking her head up from behind Raj’s desk. “We had a record number of viewers and the tips were solid.”

Raj and Kira walked to the bathroom together and stripped out of their clothes before hopping in the shower.

“How was my acting debut?” Raj asked, half jokingly.

Kira looked Raj directly in his eyes and grabbed his cock. “Babe, you were incredible. And how you got any actual work done is beyond me.”

Raj reached around Kira, squeezed her ass, and whispered, “You made it very, very difficult.”

In the shower Raj washed off all the fluids left on Kira’s body. The two of them soaped and rubbed each other’s bodies like they’d done a thousand times before. Slowly, Kira felt Raj’s touch turn markedly from rubbing to caressing. His breath grew heavy in her ear and his body pressed more firmly against hers. She became flush as his caress morphed to groping and squeezing, his lips sucked her earlobe, his teeth nipped at her neck. Kira’s breath heaved as Raj pressed his spent cock against her stomach, warmth somehow continued to emanate from it even after what it had been through.

In an instant, Raj kneeled down and locked his lips around Kira’s vulva. The sudden rhythmic sucking forced a gasp to escape her lips and she threw her head back and pushed her hands against the shower walls to stop from collapsing. Raj expertly flicked Kira’s clit in a figure-eight pattern as he maintained perfect suction with his mouth. Kira screamed out as she crested, an orgasmic wave ready to crash over her.

In a single swift move Raj reached behind Kira’s hips, spread her cheeks just enough, and pressed his his finger against Kira’s starving asshole at the exact moment ecstasy consumed her. Raj’s strong arms supported her as she spasmed from the aftershocks, his mouth still locked firmly around her soaked lips, his tongue gently teasing her engorged clit.

He drank in her nectar, tasting her sex in every drop. When he finally stood, Kira met his lips with ferocity and desperation. She soaked in the taste of herself on his soft lips, wrapping her body around his solid frame. She held her man there, under the shower’s stream. He was everything she could ask for and more.