They ease you into their world.

Walking into Sarah's room, you are suddenly hit with a feeling of... inadequacy. Standing in front of you the girls now look like something out of this world, and you're just... You.

Sarah, in a skimpy attire comprised of a pink bra dotted with black kiss stamps and frayed jeans shorts that barely cover her crotch, smirks at you while setting up a tripod;

"Finally! We still need to make a Mask for you, bro. Layla, would you mind?"

"Not at all! Sit here Liam, let's get some color on those cheeks." Your guest says, and you can't help but stare at her:

Now without glasses, voluminous curly locks let down to cascade on her back and shoulders, the procacious frame wrapped in a delicate see through piece of lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination, and embellished with shiny jewelry all over her body: earrings, bracelets, ankles... especially striking is the intricate pendant hanging from her navel, covering her groin in thin chainlets.

With all that metal clinking around, every movement of hers rings out like a hundred tiny bells as she steps closer, with a complacent smile on her lips.

"Don't get shy on me now, come." She makes you sit on the office chair turned wardrobe, pushing your chin up and looking at your face first, and then at the infinite array of beauty products sitting on the desk with a pensitive expression.

"Wait a sec, no one told me makeup would be involved..." You protest;

"Waddaya think Sarah? Just some foundation and powder, or full on whore?"

Fuck, I didn't sign up for this.

Sarah looks up from her tinkering with a malicius smile, "As much as I'd like him to leave lipstick stamps on our dicks and maybe get all messy faced later, most fellas don't like makeup on dudes... Just the bare minimum will do for today, we'll think about it if they ask for it."

"Remind me, why don't I have a say in this?" You ask, as Layla proceeds to **** your face with a fluffy brush.

" 'Cause as much as we have fun making it, the show is ultimately for the paying viewers. So man up and let me do my magic." She smirks.

As a final touch, your guest pulls out a silvery pencil, drawing dots on various points of your face, then looking in the mirror and doing the same for hers;

"Wait, what are you doing? What's this for?" You ask.

"That's for the Masking software. You didn't think we'd stream our real faces all over the net, right bro?" Sarah interjects walking over with her laptop in hand.

On the screen your face appears along with a featurless one, and a program begins to connect those random dots into a mess of shapes and lines that carry over to the digital copy, until they're almost indistinguishable.

"We got ours already set obviously, now's the time to choose your new face..."

She quickly types something and a slider menu opens in the lower half of the screen, as she fiddles with it the features on the digital copy begin to shift and move, until it's almost a different face altogether. As she punches enter, the modified model superimposes on your live captured face, effectively masking your true identity even as you move your head and make silly faces.

"This is amazing! Why even bother with makeup at all if you can just do this?"

"I know, right? Still, the less you change, the more realistic it will look. We also stream with a delay to be sure it loads properly, so that a random bug won't spoil the magic." Layla explains while Sarah applies her own dots.

"Okay, now just... take off your clothes and wait here while we start the show. Stay out of the cameras until we give the cue." she says, unnecessarily helping you in getting out of your shirt.

While Sarah brings back the laptop to the nightstand placed between the two mounted cameras pointed on the bed, Layla lets her hand slide into your pants, squeezing gently your pecker, "Relax buddy, and remember to have fun. I sure as hell will." She whispers, licking the side of your face and walking away to join your sister.

Man, you're a feisty one, aren't you?

As they both sit crosslegged on the pastel pink duvet surrounded by plushies, Sarah looks at her phone;

"Okay guys, the chat is already bustling, so look sexy. Liam, from now on we use nicks only. Mine's PinkiePumpkin, Layla goes by JasmineJewel; you're gonna be..."

"Steve. Getting pounded live is one thing, but alliteration is where I draw the line."

"Fine, Steve it is. We're live in three, two, one..." She taps the screen, and suddenly both assume a more... longing expression, for lack of a better term.

"Welcome back Sweeties! Hope you stocked up on lotion and tissues, 'cause tonight your Pinkie has cooked up something very special for you..." Sarah says, caressing both her constrained bulge and Layla's thigh.

"That's right Pinkie, I can already see some of my Preeties in the chat, hope we didn't keep you waiting too long. For those who don't know me yet, I'm JasmineJewel, and tonight I'm gonna be your personal Sheherazade," She licks her lip seductively, "and you won't believe the story we're gonna spun tonight..."

The way they speak and move, their overall personas as they interact with the viewers catches you by surprise.

You thought once the cameras started rolling, they'd just whip their cocks out and do their thing.

Instead, the first fifteen minutes go by and neither has even taken off a piece of clothing, teasing the audience and themselves while answering various questions and praises.

As you're sitting there with nothing to do, you decide to log into the stream's chat and monitor the comments, regretting the decision shortly after.

Between all the obvious explicit requests and slimy compliments, a lot of folks call out for a certain "Mr.Bigsby".

"Alright Sweeties, looks like it's about time we start for real!" Sarah says, unzipping her shorts and letting her half hard dick jump out, lazily stroking it afterwards.

Layla's cock has always been in sight thanks to her see through panties, but when she does the same and it bursts forth parting the thin chainlets of her navel ornament, you realize it's actually bigger than you thought: nine inches of thick dark meat that surpass Sarah's measures on every front.

"That's why you're all here right? Show us just how much you love our big cocks..." Sarah prods, and the chat promptly explodes in notification of tips and subscriptions.

As they get a better position, splaying their legs and stroking their cocks with gusto, you notice that while Sarah gives her full attention to the camera, Layla is more concerned with you, locking her gaze with yours while she rubs and squeezes her cock.

"I see a lot of you have been asking for Mr. Bigsby... what do you say Jasmine, should we tell then now?"

"Hmmm, If you guys show us a little more love, we might have a special surprise for you later..."

"Okay then. You have until we're done with Bigsby to get that milestone up, Sweeties..." Sarah stretches out to pick a big blue teddybear with dried cumstains all over its fur; "Come here you fuzzy slut." She giggles, before slamming her dick deep in it.

What the...

Sarah goes berserk on the poor peluche asshole, and you eventually glimpse what looks like a fleshlight stuffed inside the thing.

Needless to say, the chat expresses in unison the shared wish to be in place of the abused toy.

They pass it to each other like it was a blunt, taking turns while the other resorts to more common ways to masturbate, and at one point they even share the rubber hole, stuffing both their dicks inside it and timing their thrusts.

Sarah is the first to cum, followed shortly after by Layla, who takes the soaked sextoy and proudly shows the spunky aftermath to the cameras.

"Wow guys! You're always so generous... I know how much you love it when I fuck Mr.Bigsby, but I think this might be his last stuffing before retirement. Don't be sad, because as we said before, we have a special surprise for you..." Sarah finally gestures you to come over, patting the space between her and Layla.

Okay...

It's showtime, Liam.

I know they say to picture the audience naked if you got stage fright, but I guess this time it won't help much...

'cause its actually real.

Just focus on the cocks and tits and I'll be fine...

You gingerly walk in front of the cameras, sitting down and waving shyly at the invisible public.

The girls hands are on you the second you settle down.

"That's right, Steve is a friend of ours, and tonight is gonna be the one who enacts all your wildest dreams, just ask and he'll do it all..." Layla interjects, taking your hand in hers and closing it around her still hard cock.

Once again, the chat explodes.

Most express their envy, while others start blasting requests like suppressing fire from a pillbox.

-**** his throat!

-Piss on him!

-DP! DP! DP!

-Kick his balls

-Make him worship your lovely cocks, pleeaseeee!!!1!

The list goes on and on...

This was a bad idea.