“This week sucked,” Allyssa vented out over the phone to Camilo.

He laughed and said the same joke as always, “You should change jobs!” she could hear the sound effects of the video game he was playing in the background, lucky bastard.

“It’s not that easy.” She walked down the street. It was getting dark, and she was exhausted.

“It is!” He said, half paying attention to her. He didn’t have any loans to pay and his job as a consultant (although she never knew what he consulted on, ‘cuz he never talked about it), gave him enough time and money to do whatever he wanted.

“Easy for you to say.” She sighed.

“You could hire me. I could make you win a lot of money.”

“Yeah right. As if I could afford you.”

“You would not have to pay with money.” He said, pausing the game. “Your friendship is enough.”

“As if.” She laughed.

“Are you home yet?” She heard him get up from the couch.

“Almost there.” She said, reaching her apartment, “Just have to climb a few stairs.”

“Why don’t you take the elevator?” There was the sound of him opening a bottle of beer. Or soda, but knowing him, it was the first one.

“I know. I am exhausted, but for whatever reason, I feel like the extra steps and cardio will be good for me.”

He gulped down his drink and chuckled,

“Good girl.” He said mockingly.

Allyssa rolled her eyes, but it gave her some pride when he said that.

“Are you there yet?”

“Almost,” she said, panting.

“I’m going to turn on the computer then.”

“Why?”

“I just want to check something for you. Oh, and don’t forget to take a shower as soon as you get home.”

“I will, mom. I’m here.” She said as she turned the key, “I will call you later, gotta jump in the shower.”

Allyssa opened the door, threw her laptop bag on the couch, and took off her tie. Her white blouse and the skirt went straight to the laundry basket.

“Finally.” She said and looked at her reflection in the mirror of her room.

Raising an eyebrow, she stared at herself.

She was wearing a blue bikini, a bit too tight and small for her.

She turned and appreciated her body. She looked fine, but why was she wearing a bikini under her work clothes?

She shook her head. It wasn’t important; it was almost time. She turned on her computer, took out a pair of blue knotted dildos out of her drawer, and walked to the bathroom.

Water fell on her face and back. It was warm and comfortable, making her drift off. She enjoyed every second. Taking the soap and caressing her body, she massaged her breasts. Her hands drifted down to her belly.

Lower, washing her legs. She bent down and felt like spanking her ass.

She giggled. Why did I do that?, she thought.

There was a small ding coming from her computer.

She smiled.

But something was off. Why was she still wearing the bikini?

She closed her eyes and shook her head, imagining a small audience. She felt like giving a show.

Then she faced the camera and sent them a kiss.

A few more dings came in before she turned off the water and walked out of the shower.

It was time for the main event.

After drying off, she fixed her makeup and her hair. She had to look stunning if she was to…

Why did she need to look stunning in her home? All she wanted to do was have a relaxing evening watching movies and lazing around in her underwear. Well, her bikini.

She walked out to her bedroom and remembered the two dildos she had bought recently.

Maybe I should try them. She certainly felt a bit horny. But both of them?

Why not? People will enjoy them, they will imagine themselves being blown, taking my pussy, or maybe my ass…

Her hands drifted over her body.

She was growing wet.

Yeah, maybe I should. Alyssa thought.

She knew the perfect place to give the show.

Moving around the mirror, she placed one dildo on the floor, making sure the suction cup was firmly attached. She didn’t want to be close, only for the stupid thing to fall off and ruin her orgasm.

Then she placed the camera behind her. People loved her ass, after all.

But then again, people loved to see her tits bounce.

Which people? A voice in her head grew worried, but that didn’t matter. She needed to buy another camera so people could choose which angle they wanted to see.

The second dildo went on the mirror. She had to practice her blowjob skills.

Maybe she could get two men to help her out with the streams. Many people had been asking about it, and maybe some could volunteer.

What streams? The voice inside her was panicking.

Everything was set. All she needed to do was start the VIP transmission and see the money flow.

As soon as the music started, the voice quieted down.

The foreplay was over. It was time for the bikini to come off. All these weeks of practice were paying off. The donations came flowing as she danced and took off her top.

With a hand sliding off her body as her hips swung, she moved the fabric aside to show off her dripping pussy. She turned and bent to show off her ass.

She played with the string, debating herself between taking it off and keeping them on. With so much teasing, she was reaching her limit.

She wanted to try out her new toys.

“Are you ready, guys?” She asked the camera.

The notifications told her they were.

She knelt on the floor, placing her ass just before the knotted dildo. It was her Master’s idea. Something different.

Master? The voice came back.

“Shhhh” she told herself, just enjoy the moment. Alyssa’s body ground her ass against the dildo. “Lose yourself to the pleasure,” she said out loud.

Slowly, she pushed the head of the dildo inside her pussy.

It was perfect. Filling her and pushing all the right places.

“Aaahhh” She moaned, her eyes fluttering.

A familiar voice echoed in her mind.

“Good girl.” He whispered inside Alyssa’s head. She relaxed and pushed deep inside.

“Thank you,” she moaned as her desires took over her.

Her body moved automatically. All that mattered from then on was the pleasure. Her pleasure and the one she could provide.

There was a cock in front of her. She needed to please him.

Alyssa licked her lips and opened her mouth. She rocked her hips as she took the cock inside, licking the underside.

She could picture the two men she had to service, her Master looking down on her with satisfied eyes as she worked on his cock.

His perfect cock.

She bobbed her head as she tightened her pussy.

She could hear the cheers from around her as she gave everyone a show.

Her pussy tightened around the other cock, a new cock like she never had. Thick and hard, making her moan on her Master’s dick.

She worked on both of them.

Moving her ass to the rhythm of the music, grinding as she spread her ass cheeks for everyone to see.

She was growing closer.

Her mouth pussy was drooling, dripping over her tits and all onto the floor.

She pulled on her nipples.

Her Master would be satisfied.

Almost there.

She moved faster. Pushing her Master’s dick deeper into her throat, all the way to the knot.

Almost.

She moaned.

The alarm rang.

She could finally cum.

Her hips convulsed as the orgasm hit her from the base of her spine all the way to her head.

She could almost taste her master’s cum.

Finally, she collapsed on the ground. The cock slid off her pussy.

The transmission cut-off.

It took Alyssa a few minutes to recover from the orgasm.

Her phone rang.

She crawled on the floor, her mind was still foggy. Her face was plastered with drool and a wide smile.

“Hello Master,” she answered the phone.

“Great job tonight.” Camilo said, “Your fan base is growing, and you made a bigger pot than last week. I will put your share on a trust fund as we agreed.”

“Thank you, Master.” She said droopy, stretching, and recovering.

There was a bit of silence on the line. She could sense something on the other side. Like a bit of doubt. That was unusual for her Master.

“You know,” Camilo said, with a knot in his throat.

Allyssa giggled to herself. She was the one that had a knot in her throat until a few moments ago.

He cleared his throat.

“You know you could drop all of this and move to my place, enjoy a simple life full of pleasure and satisfying your desires, you would not need to work or put on a show for anyone…” His voice quivered, “Anyone else but me.”

Alyssa stretched and got up from the floor to clean the mess she made.

“You could do nothing but lounge around the pool and-”

“Thanks for the offer, Master,” Alyssa said, picking up the bikini top from the floor. “But I don’t think Ally would like that. She loves her job despite how much she complains about it. And I enjoy this. I enjoy my work. I love having people watching me. And Ally loves it too.”

“Right, sorry about that.”

“But that doesn’t mean that we don’t appreciate you, Master. You can always come over. I will suck your cock. We can make a show out of it. Or I can give you a private show, just for you, Master.”

Camilo smiled at his end. It wasn’t perfect, but it was comforting.

“I will call Allyssa tomorrow morning. See you soon.”

“Master?” she called before he hung up. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Allyslut.”