A Dose Of Me

Chapter One

SIA

"Oooooh shit." Lira's cry of pleasure pierced through the digital veil separating us.

Her French-tipped fingers, perfectly manicured, plunged deep within the velvet heat of her pussy as I guided her toward a soul-shattering climax.

Lira had become one of my most devoted patrons, blessed with a caramel-toned pussy adorned by a baby pink clit that shimmered beneath the glow of her screen.

With each deliberate thrust of her fingers, they emerged glistening and slick, thick ribbons of pearly cum cascading down her knuckles and wrist in luxurious rivulets.

The sight was nothing short of beautiful.

Had we been closer, I would have been on my knees worshipping that divine pussy with my tongue, savoring every delicious drop.

We had built an intimate familiarity, so such an encounter wouldn't cross any boundaries.

On a weekly basis, we met on camera, and I guided her through the maze of pleasure with my voice, leading her to that edge.

Naturally, she paid me well. But the experience went beyond just a transaction.

I loved every moment of witnessing her unravel.

Gasping for breath with her thick thighs spread wide, she teased her glistening clit, struggling to reach that wave of ecstasy that would leave her sending grateful messages long after our session ended.

"Look at that pretty ass pussy," I moaned, my head falling back as a sound of deep pleasure came from my throat.

She couldn't be the only one feeling this good.

Besides, this was exactly what she paid to witness—not just her own pleasure, but mine as well, our pleasures intertwining across the digital space.

Though she had told me countless times that the sound of my voice alone could make her orgasm, she equally loved the visual feast of watching my body respond to hers through the lit screen.

Our relationship had begun as it did with all my patrons.

She was simply another subscriber consuming my content.

But as a gold member, she enjoyed exclusive privileges: early access to all my uploads, a full day before general release, and she had never once missed a payment. Her membership remained always active.

Among the many who appreciated my work, she stood out by becoming increasingly vocal in her messages. She expressed how deeply she enjoyed my content and suggested we go beyond the limits of pre-recorded videos, venturing into something more intimate and unscripted.

It was she who first suggested private sessions, face to face, unfolding in real time. Initially, I hesitated. Unlike the curated videos I sent to requesting clients, she was asking for something that stirred an unfamiliar discomfort within me, a vulnerability I had not yet offered to anyone.

Though my pussy had been captured across countless corners of the internet, I maintained a certain psychological distance when recording and uploading pre-recorded content.

Typically, when desire overtook me and I felt compelled to pleasure myself, I simply did so, and my audience adored it.

But when Lira suggested this departure from my usual routine, fear crept in.

My confidence wavered for the first time in a long while.

The nervousness came largely from our mutual anonymity. We had never laid eyes on one another. She could afford such boldness because she had already witnessed the most intimate parts of my body, every curve and fold and tremor of pleasure that others desperately craved.

Our first session proved adequate, if tentative.

She immediately noticed my nervousness and skillfully put me at ease, engaging in sensual conversation that felt natural rather than forced or awkward.

I learned enough about her to understand that she too worked in the adult entertainment industry, though she had considerably more experience, more years navigating this world of desire and exhibition.

Her interest in me sparked my curiosity. I found myself wondering what specifically drew her to my content. She confessed that my authenticity aroused her. The natural way I moved, the genuine moans that escaped my lips, the real pleasure that radiated from my body without pretense.

On several occasions, my content had gone viral on various adult platforms uploaded without my knowledge or consent.

I don't retain copyright ownership of my content, which means that when subscribers pay to access my intimate material, particularly my gold members, they have the ability to redistribute it on those sites.

None of which require identity verification.

As a result, anyone could stumble upon my content and mistakenly believe I produced material for platforms beyond , which simply isn't accurate.

I suspect this happened to her repeatedly before she finally worked up the courage to ask whether I created content elsewhere beyond what she had discovered.

Now, she and I had fallen into something profound, engaging in these sessions with a frequency that perhaps exceeded wisdom.

I discovered that she was married, though her husband had no objections.

Occasionally, he would participate in our digital encounters, stroking his dick on camera while savoring both of us.

He was particularly captivated by the sound of my voice guiding his wife toward her peak, leading her to that transcendent space where pleasure obliterates all else.

Mirroring her position, my thick thighs were spread in open display as I drove my translucent dildo in and out with urgent, accelerating rhythm, chasing my own rapidly approaching climax.

The toy emerged glistening with my arousal, gliding effortlessly as my pussy clenched around it with desperate hunger.

I had never needed much time to reach orgasm, and she had learned to recognize the telltale signs: the change in my breathing, the rolling of my hips, the way my voice rose to higher, more desperate registers.

Selfishly, I never delayed my own release to wait for hers.

When I came first, I would continue coaching her through her own climax, my body still trembling with leftover pleasure.

To intensify the experience, my crimson heart-shaped anal plug was nestled deep in my ass at her specific request, the perfect fullness amplifying every thrust of the dildo to almost unbearable intensity.

"Oooooh fuuuuuck," she cried out once more, her fingers plunging frantically into her beautiful pussy, her palm grinding rhythmically against her clit as she pursued that final, devastating wave of release.

The phone was mounted on my ring light and the light in my master bedroom was dimmed, aside from the red LED lights that glowed from around my room. It intensified our sexual urges that we couldn't suffice, and people loved the vibe.

"That's it, baby, fuck that pretty ass pussy." I parted my mouth open, releasing a moan as I continued to thrust my toy deeper and deeper inside of me, chasing my peak.

The deeper I went, I touched my G-spot, making my cum swarm down the back of my thighs. It was thick and slick, making a fucking mess everywhere. I was heated and stimulated to the point that my arousal was so deep and satisfying.

Lira always got the best of me, and I always came the hardest when we did this. She often made me question my sexuality, because I've never had the urge to fuck a woman or have I ever been with a woman before, but she had me ready to fuck her just to get a taste.

Nastily, I removed the toy out of my pussy, causing it to pop like a suction cup.

My mouth gaped again once more and I fed myself the toy, sucking on it greedily, mimicking the toy as if it was the real thing.

The taste of my sweet cum swarming around my tongue had me moaning at the taste of myself.

This wasn't the first time that I'd tasted my cum and it won't be the last. I'm comfortable enough with my flesh and body that I'm willing to pretty much taste anything first.

The things my body could do always surprised me, because there was a point in my life when I thought my body wouldn't react the way I wanted to when I was with a man.

I'd never cum before when getting sexually stimulated and it sort of became overbearing until I took control and gave my body free will, but that's where it stops.

When I'm getting penetrated by a man, I feel dead.

Pretty much, I've been sexually active and liberated, that I know what I like, but I've never been with a man who cared deeply enough to make me cum or to trust the process.

There became a time when I was celibate and didn't go far enough to perform sexual acts on myself until I couldn't edge anymore and saw what my body could do and how far I could go.

My eyes were halfway open and I spotted her husband, Jessie.

He'd entered the room butt-ass naked with his dick in his hand, stroking it gently.

He had a veiny, fat Hershey chocolate-colored dick, with a thick pink mushroom tip.

I hadn't noticed him enter the bedroom, but it wasn't a problem.

Lira had paid just enough for a full house to watch me if she allowed it, because even amid pleasure, business always came first.

I also got a view of my pussy still leaking cum in the camera. My small pink pussy hole was the size of a Cheerio and any little movement had it winking at them both.

"Damn, that's a pretty ass pussy," I heard Jessie utter, followed by a guttural moan, staring intensely through the camera.

Through hooded lids, I saw precum dripping down his shaft and like a good girl, Lira caught every drop all while continuing to finger fuck her pussy.