“Can’t wait to make you scream.”
Once he’s got me slick with lube, he positions himself behind me, and I feel his tip prodding at my ass.
“I’m going to go slow,” he whispers to me, then pushes through.
“Oh, fuck!” Immediately, I’m full, so full, and he’s only gotten the head inside me. Arthur grins up at me as Jack pushes deeper.
“You like that?” he asks, remaining still. “Both of us inside you?”
“Yes,” I moan as Arthur lowers his hips into the bed, then thrusts up at the same moment Jack fully seats himself. Now I’m completely stuffed, overflowing, and I’m already at the brink. “You’re”—I gasp as they pull out at the same time—“incredible.”
I can see the chat going batshit, and people are throwing money at us. Soon my vision goes blurry as my cries erupt into screams. Arthur’s eyes are rolled back in his head in ecstasy.
“You’re so tight with him inside you, too,” Arthur groans as the two of them work together. “I can’t wait to breed that pussy. Stuff it full.”
He lets out a ragged moan as he jams himself deep and I feel him release, his whole cock swelling—which launches my own orgasm. It’s so intense and bright that it nearly blinds me.
That’s when Jack pulls out, and he grunts as something wet splatters my ass. He hums over my shoulder. “You look good all covered in my cum.”
I collapse onto Arthur, and I feel Jack pat my butt as he goes to retrieve a towel from Bennett. When I look back at the computer screen, though, I find a dozen messages from a single user flooding the chat:
GingerWatchman.
What is this shit?
Why are they back?
This is disgusting.
When I gasp, Arthur peers down over my shoulder.
“Whoa.” He cocks his head. “Man, what? Are they always like this?”
Jack and Bennett join us, and I close the chat.
“What was that, Bree?” asks Jack.
“Just a guy who’s been following me for a long time. But he’s harmless.” I think. I hope.
“Harmless?” Arthur’s aghast. “That isn’t harmless.”
“Can you ban him?” asks Bennett.
I frown. “But he’s a big tipper.”
“So? You don’t deserve to be spoken to that way. How you run your stream is your business.”
Bennett seems pretty firm on this point, as much as it pains me to think about cutting off the cash flow.
“You’re probably right.” I sigh and flop to the bed, covering my face. “I just… I don’t want to make him mad.”
“Why? Who cares?” asks Arthur.
“He…” I hesitate, knowing this is going to go badly. “He knows my real name.”
Bennett’s mouth falls open. “No way.”
“He called me ‘Bree’ the other day.”
