The First Stream

Mark stepped into the room, his gaze still heavy, but he held himself back, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Alright, let’s get to work,” he said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of irritation. He turned to the laptop, starting to set up the camera, while Anna took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The heat from his proximity still lingered on her skin, but her resolve to resist was stronger. I’m here for the stream… For myself… For me and Tim, she repeated to herself, her fingers clenching into fists as her gaze darted toward the door. Tim would be here soon, and she knew his presence behind the camera would give her strength—but it would also be a test for him.

The room she and Tim rented was small but stylish: light walls, warm-toned laminate flooring, a bed with a neatly made gray cover, a dresser with a couple of candles, and a large mirror across from the bed. It was their little sanctuary, and Anna knew it was perfect for the stream—modern enough to not distract the viewers.

Mark had already set up ring lights on either side of the bed, their warm glow softly illuminating the space where Anna would perform. The camera on its tripod was aimed at the bed, and the laptop on the dresser displayed the streaming platform’s interface. “The lighting’s set,” Mark said, his fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. “Now we need to check the sound. Where’s your mic?”

Anna pointed to the bag on the bed. “In the side pocket,” she replied, her voice steady but with a slight tremble. Mark grabbed the small microphone, stepped closer to attach it to her lingerie, his fingers brushing too close to her skin. She tensed, her breath hitching, but he didn’t linger, quickly stepping back to the laptop. Relief washed over her, but a faint disappointment lingered, making her question herself again. Why am I like this? Why does it turn me on? she thought, her mind swirling with guilt and desire.

She glanced at herself in the mirror: the red lingerie with sheer inserts hugged her curves, the garter stockings made her legs look longer, and the high heels added a touch of elegance. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, slightly wavy from the shower, and she knew she looked stunning. But inside, she was still battling herself—shame, fear, and arousal mixing into a chaotic storm.

Mark finished the setup, his gaze sliding over her again. “You’re ready, star,” he said, his voice low but professional. “Just waiting for your guy. You sure he can handle this? Watching you strip for a crowd… Not everyone can take that.”

Anna pressed her lips together, her eyes narrowing. “Tim’s stronger than you think,” she shot back, her voice firm, though doubt gnawed at her inside. Can he handle it? Can I? She remembered their late-night conversation, his husky voice admitting that the thought of watching her turned him on. But talking about it was one thing—seeing it happen was another.

The door creaked open, and Tim stepped inside. His hair was slightly messy, his t-shirt clinging to his body from the heat, a water bottle in his hand. He froze when he saw Anna in her outfit, his eyes widening, his breath catching. Fuck… She looks like a goddess, he thought, his cock twitching in his jeans. But he quickly composed himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You look… incredible,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with tension.

Anna smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. “Thanks,” she said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around him. His hands circled her waist, and she felt the heat of his body, his scent—a mix of gasoline and clean skin, so familiar and comforting. But she noticed his gaze flicker to Mark, a shadow of distrust in his eyes.

Mark chuckled, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “I’m just helping, man. Everything’s set. You sit behind the camera, out of sight, and don’t interfere,” he said, his voice casual but with a hint of mockery. He showed Tim where to sit behind the tripod, ensuring he’d be invisible to the viewers, then left the room with a parting shot: “Good luck, star.”

Tim settled behind the camera, his fingers hovering over the laptop, his gaze locked on Anna. I can handle this… I have to, he thought, but his heart was pounding, his jeans growing tighter by the second. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice quiet but filled with concern. She nodded, her eyes meeting his, drawing strength from his support.

“Yes. I’m ready,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremor inside her. She took a deep breath, walked to the bed, and pressed the “Start” button on the laptop. The screen lit up, indicating the stream had begun, and the first viewers started joining—5, 10, 20… The number climbed rapidly.

Anna turned to the camera, her lips curving into a playful smile, her voice soft but teasing. “Hey, guys! I’m Anna, and this is my first stream. It’s gonna get hot, so get comfortable,” she said, her eyes sparkling, her movements smooth and confident. She could feel Tim’s gaze burning into her, giving her courage but also making her heart race faster.

The chat exploded with messages: “You’re so fucking hot, babe!”, “Show us everything!”, “C’mon, strip for us!” Viewers sent tokens, the notifications popping up one after another in an endless stream. Anna’s smile widened, her confidence growing with every second. She turned on music—a slow, sensual beat that filled the room—and began to move, her body swaying to the rhythm. Her hands glided over her hips, up to her chest, squeezing her breasts through the lace, her head tilting back slightly, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips parting in a soft sigh.

She slowly tugged at the straps of her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders, her full, firm breasts bouncing free. The chat went wild: “Holy fuck, those tits!”, “You’re a goddess, Anna!”, “Take it all off!” Tokens kept pouring in, the notifications relentless. Anna smirked, her fingers brushing her nipples, pinching them lightly, and she felt her body respond—heat pooling between her thighs, her pussy already wet.

She turned her back to the camera, bending forward, her ass in the red panties taking center stage, and slowly slid them down, exposing herself completely. The viewers erupted again: “Yes, babe, show it all!”, “You’re perfect!”, “I need you!” Anna smirked over her shoulder, her movements fluid and seductive, and she lay on the bed, spreading her legs to give the audience a full view.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them slowly, her lips wrapping tightly around them, her tongue teasing with deliberate slowness. Her eyes locked onto the camera, as if seducing each viewer personally, and the chat exploded again: “Fuck, that’s so hot!”, “Suck harder, babe!”, “You’re driving me crazy!” The tokens kept coming, an unending flood.

Anna pulled her fingers from her mouth, her hand trailing down her stomach to her pussy. She spread her legs wider, her fingers brushing her clit, and began to rub it slowly, her movements smooth but deliberate. Her breathing grew ragged, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples hardening further. She could feel Tim’s gaze burning into her, and it turned her on even more.

Tim, sitting behind the camera, couldn’t tear his eyes away. Fuck… She’s so… I can’t… he thought, his cock painfully hard, his jeans stretched to the limit. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hand moved down, unzipping his fly, and he pulled out his cock, starting to stroke it, his movements sharp but quiet to avoid giving himself away. He watched her fingers move, her pussy glistening with wetness, and his breathing grew heavy, his heart pounding. She’s mine… But seeing her like this… It’s driving me fucking insane, he thought, his hand speeding up, his eyes blazing with lust and jealousy.

Anna sensed his gaze, his presence, and suddenly caught a glimpse of his movement out of the corner of her eye—his hand, his cock, his ragged breathing. He’s… He’s jerking off… To me… she thought, the realization hitting her like a lightning bolt. She had planned to fake an orgasm to wrap up the show, but now her body took over. Her fingers sped up, she added a second, sliding inside, her pussy so wet that the sounds of her movements cut through the music. She moaned, her voice soft but dripping with pleasure, and the viewers went wild again: “Yes, babe, keep going!”, “Cum for us, Anna!”, “You’re so fucking wet, it’s insane!”

Her body tensed, her hips trembling, and she felt an orgasm building—a real, unstoppable one. She cried out, her voice loud and raw with passion, her pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her, making her body shudder. Her legs shook, her breasts heaved, and a faint smile played on her lips. The chat erupted: “Goddamn, that was unreal!”, “You’re the best, Anna!”, “I need more!” Tokens kept flooding in, the stream relentless.

She looked at the camera, her voice husky but playful. “Thanks, guys, you were amazing. If you loved this, make sure to follow me on Onlygram—I’ll be posting even hotter content there!” she said, winking, and pressed the button to end the stream. The screen went dark, and the room fell silent except for her heavy breathing.

Anna turned to Tim, her eyes meeting his, and saw the fire in his gaze. He was already standing, stepping out from behind the camera, his cock still hard, his hand gripping it, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “Tim…” she started, her voice trembling, but he closed the distance in a single stride, his movements sharp, predatory.

“Fuck, Anna… You… You fucking drove me insane,” he growled, his voice rough with raw lust. He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks, and shoved her onto the bed, his body looming over her. “Watching you tease them, touch yourself… I almost came right there,” he said, his voice harsh, his eyes burning with desire.

Anna gasped, her body still trembling from her orgasm, but his words, his roughness, ignited her again. “You were jerking off… I saw you… It was so fucking hot,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her eyes gleaming. She spread her legs wider, her pussy wet and ready, and looked up at him, her lips parting. “Fuck me, Tim… Hard… I need you.”

Tim didn’t make her wait. He ripped off his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor, his jeans and boxers following in a heap, his cock hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. He grabbed her hips, his fingers bruising her skin, and thrust into her in one brutal motion, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. Anna screamed, her nails raking down his shoulders, leaving red streaks, her body arching from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet… So fucking tight,” he snarled, his voice raw, his hips starting to move, his thrusts deep and relentless, no hint of gentleness. He fucked her hard, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass, the bed creaking loudly under them. Anna moaned, her voice loud and ****, her body rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing, her nipples scraping against his chest, sending sparks through her.

“Tim… Yes… More… Deeper!” she cried, her voice trembling, her nails clawing at his back, leaving marks. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her throat, and his lips attacked her skin, sucking hard, leaving dark red hickeys. His other hand gripped her breast, his fingers roughly pinching her nipple, making her scream louder, her pussy clenching around his cock, pulsing with pleasure.

“You’re mine… Fucking mine, you hear me?” he growled, his voice dripping with lust, his thrusts growing even harder, even deeper. He lifted her legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pounded into her from a new angle, his cock hitting her deepest spots, making her scream again. Her body tensed, her breath ragged, and another orgasm slammed into her, her pussy squeezing his cock as waves of pleasure tore through her, her cries echoing in the room, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Tim felt her cum, and it pushed him over the edge. “Fuck… I’m cumming… Take it all,” he roared, his voice hoarse, his body tensing. He gave a few more brutal thrusts, and hot jets of cum shot into her, filling her, spilling down her thighs. He collapsed onto her, his breathing ragged, his body still trembling from the intensity.

They lay there for a few minutes, their breathing slowly steadying, their bodies slick with sweat. Tim propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze softening but still smoldering with lingering heat. “You were… Fuck, Anna, you were unreal,” he said, his voice rough but genuine. “I thought I’d lose it watching you… But that… That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Anna smiled, her body still trembling, but she felt alive, desired. “I’m glad… You liked it,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with pride. She knew this stream had changed her life—and their relationship. And despite all her fears, she was ready to keep going.

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