Page 6 of Miles

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” I tilt my head, questioning the woman I’ve called mine for the past two years.

She steps into me, pressing her front to mine, and reaches around to grip my ass cheeks. Sometimes I forget how short she is, but as I’m looking down at her, where her tits are pressed into my stomach, the blood heading down south picks up speed.

“A little quicky live for the subscribers?” I question, because I already know what’s going through that beautiful head of hers.

“I’ll get the camera set up.” She spins on her heel and is out of my grasp faster than I can pull her back in.

Our room is the size of two bedrooms because Miles insisted we were comfortable when we moved to Sunrock Valley here in Arizona, once his daughter took over his last ranch. He knocked down the wall separating the rooms, and we turned it into our little oasis. Forest green walls, eclectic decorations covering every square inch, a few accent chairs, and we even had enough room to fit a small couch against one of the walls.

This is bigger than the apartment we had in Phoenix, and we don’t pay a dime to stay here since room and board is included in our salary.

We try to be respectful and not cam while Miles is in the house, but sometimes we can get a session in while he’s sleeping or out in town.

And right now there’s no waiting for the subscribers to hop onto the live; Kayla is clicking record before I can even think about easing us into this one.

“Sit. On the couch, Pretty Boy.” She strips from her oversized T-shirt and underwear, tossing them to the floor. I do the same before listening to her command. “I think we’re just going to film this one tonight, and I’ll upload it later. I want you all to myself right now.”

I nod. “You can do whatever you want to me, Mistress.”

We said fuck the anonymity after Kayla was fired from her strategist job, and I started working for myself as an accountant after I was fired too. And our subscribers eat up every second they get of us. We even have a few who pay us to rub our relationship in their face, and there’s truly nothing better than that.

Kayla looks down and smiles as she attaches her phone to the tripod, tilting it down to get my body in frame. “You look like a fucking slut sitting there with your cock already begging for my attention.”

Her hips sway as she prowls over to me. “Fuck, Mistress.”

She hits her knees in front of me, running her hands up my thighs, but only teasing the skin of my shaft, never getting close enough to my cock.

With rapt attention I watch as she slowly drags her flat tongue up the base of my cock. Her eyes flick to mine, and she hums. “You’re not even in my mouth yet”—she grips my balls as she starts to roll them between her fingers, making me hiss—“and you’re already a panting mess.”

With her back arched, ass poking out, I just know the video is going to get the best shot of her cunt from behind. My cock flinches at the thought of rewatching us together, plus knowing so many other people are going to be doing the same is a heady feeling I can never quite put into words.

Sex work is always talked about negatively, and I will never understand why. There’s nothing more freeing than getting lost in your own body, or with partners, and showing others that it’s a completely natural and healthy thing to do. The stigma may never be beat, but we’ll be here trying everyday to do so.

Before I know it, Kayla is gripping my cock and sliding her plump lips over my length. The wet heat of her mouth forces my hands to the sides of her face to slow her down. It’s always her own private competition to see how quick she can make me come. And tonight I want my cum dripping from her cunt.

Not going down her throat.

“Mistress, please… Can I have your cunt?”

She slides up and down my cock, ensuring she swallows around my head one final time, before pulling off and straddling my lap. “Since you asked so nicely.”

She reaches between us and slides me between her wet slit. The groan rips through my chest at the sight, which has her moaning at my pleasure.

Finally, I watch as she fully seats herself on my cock, grinding back and forth, slowly using me for her pleasure.

“I love when you use me, Mistress.”

She leans back, bracing her hands on my legs behind her, putting her perfect tits on display, and I can’t help but pinch her pebbled nipples.

Kayla teases like she normally does when I’m cock deep inside her and she wants me coming sooner rather than later. “You sure? I bet I could find a cowboy to ride instead. You know what happens when girls put on their hats, don’t you?”

“Mistress, please! You’re not playing fair,” I whine, a lot louder than I should with a house full of people.

“Ooooh,” she responds. “Or maybe you’re jealous. Maybe you want that cowboy cock in your ass instead, huh?”

Then she purrs, “I love to watch that ass of yours get filled.”

My hands land on her plump ass, gripping firmly to help her take me fully. “While you’re fucking me, he could fuck you as I watch over your shoulder.” She moans, and I can feel her clenching down on me, chasing her orgasm.