Chapter Three

Kira led Lance to her studio, guiding the young hunk by his unflagging phallus. The pulse of it in her dainty grasp and his warm load coating her sashaying backside thrilled the ex-stripper.

Gina had sent her a treasure. She would have to buy her friend a thank-you gift. Maybe that dragon-sized double-ended dildo they’d found in a specialty sex store.

The custom-moulded monstrosity was almost as massive as the beast in her hand. That could be fun.

“And here’s where the magic happens.” Kira exclaimed, throwing a door open. “Ta-da!”

It had originally been the living room, but her home wasn’t lavish, and the bedrooms were cramped affairs. So, in the spirit of entrepreneurialism, she’d reconfigured the larger space into a camgirl’s love den.

“Whoa,” Lance whispered, glancing about. “It’s very, uh… you.”

The room was a bubblegum-pink wonderland, saturated in over-the-top femininity and daubs of kitsch. The walls were papered in a bright fuchsia hue, offset by strings of fairy lights that twinkled above a tufted velvet headboard.

A faux-fur rug in hot pink sprawled across the floor, partially hidden beneath a white vanity cluttered with glittery makeup palettes and perfume bottles. Plush toys were arranged in curated chaos on the bed and shelves. Neon signs glowed in cursive, spelling out "Bimbo Vibes" and "XOXO" in sugary lights.

Tucked discreetly into the corners, between stuffed animals and faux flowers, were small tripods bearing even smaller high-definition webcams, barely noticeable. A ring light disguised as a dresser mirror stood beside the bed, and a microphone dangled just out of sight.

Everything was arranged to look effortlessly cute—yet every angle had carefully been calculated.

“It is, isn’t it?” Kira giggled, pushing Lance toward the bed. “Sit down and get comfy. I’ll take care of everything.”

Once he had sunk into the downy duvet, she skipped over to a laptop set on a side table. Bending at the waist and wiggling her hips, Kira popped her booty as she lined up a playlist, sent out an impending stream notification to her followers, then hit the countdown on her animated opening sequence.

One minute on the timer. She probably should have given the perverts at home more warning, but the voluptuous blonde was dying to dive back into the action.

“Mood music. Nice.” Lance remarked as lo-fi tunes wafted from unseen speakers. His focus strayed to a glass cabinet beside the door. “Oh, um… are those–”

“My collection.” Kira didn’t need to follow his gaze. Her toybox of dildos, vibrators, nipple tassles, anal beads, clit swazzles and other various humdingers were on proud display. “We can break them out later, if you wish. Right after you give me what I need.”

“What you need?” His voice hitched as she stalked towards him in her glass platform heels.

Guys loved high heels, as did Kira. They shaped and lifted her already peachy posterior, making her dynamite legs look even longer. They also sold the licentious looked to her knob polishing audience, which translated to more sweaty-palmed subscribers.

“Drop the coy act, hot shot.” She told the juicy slab of manmeat on her bed. Christ, his giga-cock was mesmerizing–a beefy backstrap jutting skyward. “We’re about to start, and I want to kick things off with a bang. I understand this is new for you, and performance jitters are real. Just focus on what I’m doing, and forget everything else. Pretend confidence if you have to. Fake it ‘til you make it, yeah?”

Lance let out a relieved exhale and then straightened. Kira’s pussy melted when he lifted that square chin.

“Yeah. Gotcha. Thanks.”

He smiled as she squatted between his spread knees. Even his smile was unfair. Too charming. Too genuine. She wanted to lick it off his handsome face.

Mere seconds remained. Kira grasped the turgid tool, tugging it down to rest against her cheek. His weighty shaft towered above her forehead, dribbling precum into her golden tresses.

She gently kissed his burly base.

Then the stream went live. A quiet digital chime signalled the commencement, loud as a starting pistol to Kira’s ears.

“Brace yourself, boys.” She announced in a husky tone, running her tongue up the underside of Lance’s ludicrous length before swallowing his bulbous tip.

Lance groaned as the ebony-skinned Aphrodite vacuumed him into her moist mouth, slurping up and down as though she were bobbing for apples at a county fair.

Kira was proving to be an accomplished and empathetic lover. Soothing his rattled nerves and freely dispensing her wealth of experience. Fearless too, if the ferocity of her cock-gobbling was any indication.

She’d even warned Lance to brace himself–a kindness for which he was grateful, since her oral **** was ****. He’d nearly collapsed when she took him into the back of her throat, then kept going.

“You’re doing so good, big guy,” Kira slurred, her voice muffled around the gobstopping ridge of Lance’s cock as it stretched her painted lips wide.

Throat muscles clenched involuntarily in a reflexive gag, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she pushed forward, taking him deeper. Lance grunted, hands tangling in her golden hair, guiding her head gently but firmly.

“Fuck, Kira… you’re incredible,” he muttered, voice rough with desire. His hips twitched, wanting to thrust, but he held back, letting her set the pace.

She pulled back slightly, sliding his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, staring up at him through fake lashes. Her lips were bruised, glistening with spit and precum, but she gave him a wicked grin.

“You like that, huh?” Kira teased, swirling her dexterous tongue around his inflamed tip. “You wanna watch me **** on this monster?”

“God, yes,” he blurted, burning with lust. “You’re fucking irresistible, kneeling there.”

“Good. Because we’re just getting started.” Kira giggled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Now give my cheeks a couple of slaps with that huge hog. Show ‘em how big you are.”

Show her cheeks?

Lance wasn’t about to argue with the buxom black nymph who seemed intent on fulfilling every sexual fantasy he’d ever held. Especially not when she tipped back her face and stuck out her tongue like a sinner awaiting communion.

Grabbing his hard-on by the root, he waved it around before giving her jaw a gentle nudge. It left a gooey splotch.

“Come on, hotshot. You can do better than that. Really lay into me.”

Emboldened, Lance jerked himself to the sight of Kira’s submissive stance, then whacked her wetly across the jaw. The blow landed solidly, spinning her head with a gasp. But when she turned back, a satisfied smirk monopolized her expression.

“That’s so fucking sexy. Keep going.”

Lance dick-smacked her again, and this time she was ready, taking it on the chin. The heavy-heinied hottie moaned with excitement, letting him tap his spunk-bubbling tip on her extended tongue before slapping her other cheek.

“Holy shit. You’re my kind of girl.” He grunted, finding his voice and leaving snail trails of jizz on her upturned face. “You like that? Do you enjoy it when a real man gets rough with you?”

Instead of replying, Kira pounced on Lance’s rigid manpole again, eagerly forcing him down her strict esophagus. She hacked and gurgled, neck bulging visibly as she battled against his **** circumference, willfully ignoring the obvious discomfort.

“Hurgh, ack, ugh!”

Tears smudged her mascara, but she never looked away, eye-fucking Lance intensely while swallowing fully half his unmanageable length. Immediately, his hands returned to her silky hair, and, abandoning conscious thought, he thrusted.

Her lips were too soft. Her throat felt too snug—a perfectly warm, moist sheath for his pulsating weapon. Lanced pumped his hips and discovered paradise.

“Gluuuurp~!”

Kira’s lashes fluttered as he fucked her skull, gagging and drooling ever so prettily. Staring down her back, Lance watched those fat glutes jiggle. Her squatting position sculpted her cum-frosted haunches into a hypnotic heart shape that only fanned the flames of his mindless lust.

“Oh god. Shit. Ahhh, fuck!”

Roaring, the hung college athlete exploded, unleashing a deluge of gloopy seed directly into Kira’s stomach. It burst out of him like a geyser, violent and ecstatic, whiplashing his soul on a metaphysical whitewater ride.

“Hmmmnph!”

She spluttered and groaned, gulping furiously, glutting herself on as much as she could swallow before the necessity of breathing brought her up for air. With a long, wet slorp, the overinflated Barbie doll lurched back, just in time to catch the end of his implausible ejaculation on her flushed face, neck, and chest.

It splattered her chocolate skin in strings of pearly white, decorating her sharp collarbones and pooling in her generous cleavage. More matted Kira’s golden locks as she quaked through her own climax, one hand buried between her trembling thighs.

Lance blinked stars from his vision, dragging oxygen into starving lungs. He gazed incredulously at the curvaceous goddess wallowing joyfully in his second monumental load that morning and rubbing it into her luscious flesh like lotion.

Reality beggared belief.

Had he died and gone to some pornographic version of the afterlife?

The Kira licked her bruised lips and pinned Lance with a predatory glare.

“You better have more for me, big guy. We’re just getting started.”

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