7. Valencia
7
Valencia
M y body was buzzing from edging myself for the past twenty minutes. Looking over my shoulder at the camera, I whimpered as the bullet attached to the dildo hit my clit again. I was on the brink of losing it and just making myself come, except right now I was not on my regular live.
Tonight, I was holding a private show with five fans who had paid extra. The live was supposed to last forty minutes. The first half was everyone chatting and then we got to the good part.
goRigger96 – Look at those legs quivering.
SwitchRus – So fucking wet.
Daddy911 – Fuck it faster, baby.
My body shook from exertion and once again I told myself I needed to lose thirty pounds and up my stamina.
SwitchRus – That pussy looks so good wrapped around that cock.
Daddy911 – Do you need to come?
I whimpered, slowing down, feeling that familiar tingle up my back. Once again, I slowed down, rolling my hips because if I stopped, I didn’t think I could start again.
“I need to come,” I groaned, when the tingles weren’t fading. “Please tell me I can come.”
Dudenotnextdoor- Turn around, I want to see you come.
goRigger96 – Face forward and your ass towards the other camera.
“I can’t,” I moaned, lost in pleasure rolling my hips faster. “Please tell me you all have hands on your cocks or a vibrator on your clit.”
One of the fans was a woman and she was always the quietest. Five messages come through saying yes. My pleasure soared. I loved being watched by strangers. That's why I loved doing this on the side, I got off, they made me feel good and I made money while doing it.
“I need to come,” I cried out, shaking even more.
Dudenotnextdoor – Fuck, I need to see you come.
goRigger96 – Scream mamacita.
Daddy911 – I'm ready to blow.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and I couldn’t hold off the orgasm. I leaned forward as close to the other cameras, hoping they would get a small view of my face. My hips slammed down on the dildo and I kept it there letting the vibrating cock ring hit my clit. Pleasure barreled down my spine, slow pulses of my hips over the vibrator shot me over the edge.
My body tightened up, I cried out, with every single part of me feeling this orgasm. It was so intense that there was wetness around the dildo, I felt a little disoriented and my ears were ringing ever so slightly.
Thank god for splash blankets.
A sharp pain radiated around my hip and I instantly felt like I had pulled a muscle. All I wanted to do was fall asleep, but I lifted myself off the dildo rolling to the side to the other camera. I sighed, hoping I still looked sexy because I was fucking beat.
SwitchRus – Damn, you look amazing when you come.
Daddy911- I think this has been one of the hottest lives you've done.
Dudenotnextdoor – That was hot. Are you going to do another live show soon?
“Yeah, I might do one at the beginning of November and maybe one for December,” I sighed, stretching. “Maybe I’ll wrap myself in a big bow for you to unwrap.”
SkullVixen – Always hot and can’t wait.
Daddy911 – Can we pay for it now?
“Daddy911, you know better, first come, first serve,” I said. “I’ll post the link up with all the information soon,” I yawned, feeling completely drained. “Thanks for spending some time with me.”
I forced myself up, getting close to the camera.
“I hope you had a great time because I did,” I said, leaning forward pushing my tits out. “Hopefully I see you again next time.”
I blew a few air kisses, biting my lip, seeing them all say goodnight. One last kiss and I signed off, feeling so fucking tired. All I wanted to do was lie down and go to bed, but I had to clean up and snap a picture teaser for the next private show.
Taking a few photos, I decided on the best one before posting it, saying I had a great time, and they should be on the lookout for another private show soon. I was dead on my feet as I cleaned up everything on my bed. I took off my wig, stripped and took a shower. I didn't bother with clothes as I slid into my bed.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I thought about what goRigger had said, ‘scream Mamacita’. I immediately thought of Gomez from the Yetis and wondered if it was him? I chuckled, burrowing my face in my pillow, there was no way in hell he would be one of my subscribers. Right?
The game was going badly and once again, Riggs and Gomez were arguing and making fools of themselves. Taking a picture of them arguing, they looked so angry, but dammit they were beautiful. I almost wanted to post it because I thought it would do well. All that aggression photos well, and if women see it, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be the only one imagining what those two would look like together.
“Your photos are amazing.”
I jumped at the deep voice pulling the camera down from my face.
“Uh, thank you,” I said, trying to wrack my brain as to where I knew him from.
He was gorgeous with almost all white hair and grey eyes.
“Jeez Easton, don’t scare the poor girl,” Noemi, one of the owner's wives, came up to us.
“Sorry.” He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.
“It’s ok,” I said with a smile. “And thank you. One of the perks of the job is taking photos. I love doing it.”
“That photo we have of Vincent and Lincoln is from her,” Noemi said, threading her arm through his. It seemed intimate.
“You are talented,” he said, grabbing her hand. “Do you do any freelance work?”
“I have in the past, but with hockey schedules, it’s kind of hard to do,” I said, wondering why they were so touchy.
“Do you have plans for New Years?” Noemi asked. “I believe the team is off that day and the next.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, running through my schedule. “I don’t like to plan too far ahead just in case. This job isn’t too flexible and with the team being new, I don’t like to be away for too long.”
“Vincent says he’s impressed with your dedication and some of his wealthier friends have commented that their kids are now interested in hockey all of a sudden,” Easton said. “The post of Vincent and Lincoln did well and is one of the most liked posts.”
“No disrespect, but they are attractive men and well, they appeal to a wide variety of people,” I said, as I felt a blush heating my cheeks. “I mean no disrespect, I?—”
“So, what you are saying is, we need Lincoln and Vincent to lose their clothes, and we might get even more people here?” Noemi looked like she was already thinking of a way for her to do that.
“I’m sure we can all take one for the team,” Easton said, with a devilish smile. “We might need to talk to Lola and Gabriel.”
“Uh… I don’t know if that's what I meant,” I said, feeling embarrassed because of course, who could resist imagining them naked. “I mean we could get them naked and on the ice for a game, but I don’t think that would go over well with families.
“We got you, girl,” Noemi chuckled. “And yes, whatever you're thinking, they do look that good and all the moms out there would appreciate the eye candy.”
“I didn’t mean?—”
Noemi laughed. “Girl, we know our husband is sexy as hell. He just screams, Daddy.”
Easton said daddy at the same time and while I wanted to agree with them, I was thrown off by “our husband”.
“I’m sorry, did you say your husband as in both of you are married to him?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice but also awe.
“Yeah, we are married,” Easton said, pulling Noemi closer. “Well, not legally here in the states, but in all the ways that matter.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. “I didn’t know, and honestly, I love that you are all together.”
“Yeah, they are pretty amazing, and I don’t think I would know what love is without these two,” Vincent said walking up to us, triggering my cheeks to grow even redder. “You’ve met Noemi and while I don’t like it, we keep our relationship under the radar because?—”
“Because people are nosy as hell and hate what they don't understand,” Noemi clipped. “Even though it's none of their business what we do with our spare time because love is love dammit.”
The frustration in her voice was palpable and it made me feel for all of them.
“I hate that we as people can’t just accept that love is love, no matter if it's not your vision of love,” I said, feeling upset that they probably dealt with a lot of narrow- minded people. “Now, tell me, do you have any single friends?”
Noemi laughed. “Girl, every woman needs two men in her life. One older one to dole out the spankings and the other to get in trouble with.”
“Noemi,” Vincent scolded her while Easton and I laughed.
“You know I’m right, Daddy” she said, kissing his cheek and I’m pretty sure she said he would spank her tonight in Spanish.
“Did you ask her?” Vincent nuzzled Noemi’s neck.
“No, we got sidetracked with talk of Daddies,” Easton smirked, making my heart rate spike.
“These two are the worst together, always getting distracted,” Vincent chuckled.
“You love it,” Easton rolled his eyes then looked at me. “We were asking about New Years because I own a nonprofit that helps kids and young adults. We mostly cater to the LGBTQIA+ but everyone is welcomed to use our services. We have a big brother/sister program and offer counseling and legal services to anyone who needs them. We’ve been able to help so many kids, and I just want to help as many as I can.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I said, loving how passionate he was about this.
“We have a New Year's Gala and we are hoping to raise money for our organization as well as another one that will open up in Colorado Springs,” he said, as Vincent put his hand on his back. “Everyone has said amazing things about your knowledge of social media and I know for a fact that the Tampa Bay Bobcats are mad they lost you to us. I was wondering if you had time to maybe help us with social media and possibly get the word out for us. I would also love it if you were free to take pictures that night too.”
“Yes,” I said immediately. “I would love to help in any way that I can.”
“Told you she would do it,” Noemi said beaming at me.
“I can send you over an offer for your services and if everything looks?—”
“I’ll do it for free,” I said, not feeling right taking money for this.
“We can pay you and I would really prefer it if we paid you,” Easton said, looking a little more relaxed. “Take a look at the offer and?—”
“I’m telling you right now, I won’t take your money and if you give me money, I will just donate it back into the organization,” I said with a firmer tone. “I would love to help you, free of charge.”
“You’re amazing, Valencia,” Noemi said, pulling me in for a hug. “I can help you out if you need me to, since I know this team keeps you busy.”
“I won’t need any help as long as you don’t mind me working from home and doing zoom meetings, then we should be good,” I said, already thinking of ways to drum up interest as Noemi released me. “I should be off in a few days, maybe we can schedule a meeting and start going over some things. I’m thinking we might need to take pictures of your offices and what you offer. I’ll check out your website and?—”
I didn’t finish my sentence as I was pulled into another embrace. Easton gave amazing hugs, he smelled delicious too and I knew he was good people.
“Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hug you, but everything you said sounds amazing. It makes me feel good about this event if you are helping us because no one at Love4all knows anything about social media or what the hell we are doing. I promise we won’t take too much of your time. I know the hockey team is your job and priority.”
Easton glanced at Vincent with a smirk.
“Hugs are welcomed,” I said, wanting to say hugs from any of them were welcomed, but I didn’t think my boss would appreciate it. “I’m excited about this and here is my cell. The sooner we get started the more time I have to ensure this goes amazingly.”
“Gracias, Valencia,” Vincent said. “This organization means a lot to us and we appreciate you helping us out.”
“Of course, this organization is exactly what these younger kids need, and I am happy to help,” I said with a blush.
“Come on, it's late,” Vincent said.
“Maybe for you, Daddy,” Noemi said and I laughed. “We should go get drinks or maybe plan over tacos and Margaritas.”
“That's the best way to plan,” I said, as they waved goodbye.
“Thanks, Valencia,” Easton said again, before turning around as Vincent threw an arm over his shoulder kissing his temple.
They looked so amazing together. I loved that people were now more comfortable to love who they wanted. A small part of me wondered what life would be like with two men at my side. Probably lots of orgasms, some arguments and some awesome cuddling. That sounded pretty damn good in my opinion. Memories flooded my brain as I thought of the two men I met for Admirer’s Night at The Atelier. Yeah, I needed two men, stat.