Proxy Lovers Ch. 04

"What's the best compliment you've ever gotten?" Sofia asks me over her plate of wings.

Our kitchen has a kind of window onto the living room. I bought us these really tall bar stools so we could use it as a table. I'm in the kitchen, adding more cayenne pepper to my sauce while the next batch of wings cooks in the air fryer because Sofia said it wasn't spicy enough.

"Best compliment?" I have to think about that one. The first thing that pops into my head isn't a story I would tell her, except we've been having sex with other people recently, so I think I'm good. "It was when I had just started at Local Eats."

For context: Local Eats was a website and app that was my first full-time writing job. It was supposed to be like TripAdvisor but cooler. We got a stipend to go to restaurants and whatever that might be fun and review it. The stipends added up to more money than our salaries, and the whole thing folded up after two years.

Another rich kid's dream down the toilet.

"The boss told us to go to 'edgier' places, so this other guy, Matt, and I decided to hit a strip club. We had five hundred each and thought that would make us big spenders. But I did have enough for a private dance. I was really nice and polite, and she gave me a really good dance. So good that when she got off me, I was sticking up out of my pants.

"We had dressed business casual, so I was wearing a tucked-in shirt, and my dick had pushed my shirt up and out of the way. The stripper kind of yelped, thinking I had taken it out, but then was like 'no, his hands have been on the back of the bench the whole time'. She went 'Wait, is that real?' And I was like 'Yeah'. She invited me into the VIP section and asked if she could look. I told her that I couldn't afford it, I was on my last hundred, and she was like 'it's my treat'.

"So, we go into the VIP area, and she takes my pants off. I'm being really careful not to break any rules, mind you. She gave me another lap dance, and I almost did an LDK, but told her to stop before that happened."

"LDK?" Sofia asks.

"It's strip club slang for cumming in your pants."

"You said you weren't wearing pants."

"Still," I shrug. "Anyway, she said that she usually just did handies in the VIP section, but asked if she could give me a blowjob and added 'my treat'. So I was like 'hell, yeah'. She gave me a pretty good blowjob and her phone number, and I left."

"Holy shit!" Sofia yells. "You got a blowjob from a stripper?"

"And didn't pay for it!"

"Did you call her?"

"Of course! We hooked up a couple of times, and then she was suddenly always busy. 'You can come see me at the club' kind of thing."

"Sure," Sofia nods.

"It was a bummer, but we didn't have much to talk about, so it was fine."

"You didn't go back to da club?" She says, doing the head bob from Megalopolis.

"Not that one," I take the chicken out of the air fryer and scoop some of the hotter sauce into a bowl. "But we did review a lot of strip clubs for the site."

"And you never saw her again."

"Actually, I did run into her again. I was reviewing this basement bar, club, or place that had live music. Turned out, she was the bassist in a punk band that was playing."

"Wait, this girl was a stripper and the bassist in a punk band? How did you two have nothing to talk about?"

"Honey, I have zero tattoos."

"Fair point," Sofia says, waving a hand over the wings to cool them down. "Still, she sounds awesome."

"Yeah, we hooked up again that night, and then I never saw her again."

"What was the band?" Sofia has her phone out now.

I have to think about this one. "My Angry Pony, I think."

Sofia types and scrolls. "My Raging Pony?"

"That was it!"

Sofia taps some stuff. "Oh, they haven't updated it since 2018." Then she turns to the phone for me to look. "Is this her?"

There's a photo on Instagram of a woman with double undercuts and Bettie Page as a Catholic saint tattooed on her arm. She's slamming on a bass guitar mid-concert and sticking out her tongue.

"That's her."

"Damn," Sofia says, taking back her phone and tapping some more. A minute later, she gasps. "She's on OnlyFans!"

"Sofia,"

She shrugs. "That's just interesting."

"Oh, no... just try the sauce."

Sofia puts her phone down and blows on a naked wing before biting into it and blowing some more. Finally, she tries the sauce. She takes a long breath in around the bite of wing. Then proclaims: "Yep, that's the one!"

"Yes!" I turn around and write down the final measurements for this sauce in my notebook.

During lockdown, this was one of a dozen hobbies that we dabbled in. I've always been okay in the kitchen, but it took being home 24/7 for me to really try at it. Sauces are fun, so I've been making my own for the last four years. I have two that are really good. Our friend, Matt (not the one I went to strip clubs with), has said I should try to start a business out of the sauces, but I'm not there yet. For now, I'm happy bringing my sauces to parties and basking in the compliments.

I tell Matt that when I have three really good ones, I'll give the small business thing a try. Looking down at this latest recipe, I think I might have three.

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Sofia/Carl and Me/Trish came out the same week. Neither of us could quite believe how not ridiculous we looked. Sofia said that she didn't feel natural in the moment, and I thought for sure my whole dark-romance-alpha-male schtick was going to look silly, but none of that came across. We weren't talking about submitting them for Oscars consideration or anything, but we weren't embarrassed either. 'Not embarrassing' was as high as we were going to set the bar.

The videos were even encouraging. After the first one, I had had all these worries about how Sofia would react. A fantasy is one thing, you know, but the reality is often very different. Now that we were both in it, it was easier to feel confident about doing it again and thus to get excited about doing the next one.

I know, obviously it's exciting to get to have other sexual partners without threatening your real relationship, but there was more to it. The most predictable thing was that Sofia and I were having way better sex at home. Nothing had really changed--Sofia's handcuff idea was on our minds, but hadn't happened yet--we were still doing our usual things, but it was like we were more into each other.

Yes, I know it sounds weird. "You watched your fiancée ride another guy's dick and now you like her more?" Thing is, that isn't it. I like Sofia more because of Sydney and Trish, not Carl. Sex with Sofia is like home-cooking, where Sydney and Trish are like restaurant chefs. Yes, they know what they're doing and it is a pleasure to dine out, but nothing compares to home-cooking, does it? Now, if you've been eating at home day in and day out for years on end, you lose some appreciation for it. Dining out helps you appreciate home-cooking.

That's pretty predictable, though, right? The thing I couldn't have expected was how playing alone would change things. Yes, I could just watch Sofia/Tom and jerk off into a hand towel and be done with it. But in trying to last longer, I had stumbled onto an idea that had never really occurred to me: literally anything other than jerking off.

Isn't that weird? How many dudes are out here with elaborate self-pleasure routines? There are fleshlights and stuff, but when we--men--think of self-play, it's watch some porn, make yourself orgasm, return to life as usual. Some guys need something oddly specific to get turned on, but I've never heard of a guy with a box of toys just for himself.

Maybe I'm way behind. I don't know. It's not a popular conversation topic. Maybe that's the problem? Not that I'm wanting to get some beers with the boys and discuss our masturbation techniques.

All of this to say that, right now, I'm going through all of the profiles on our city's OnlyFans creator subreddit, trying to find someone who has a specific vibe. I'm hoping to find a woman who doms, but not in a pain-and-humiliation way. The scenario I'm imagining is that I'm tied up and she 'tortures' me by arousing me with a dozen things other than touching my cock. I can't be the only guy who is interested in that. If scat, furries, and FinDom can have communities, my thing definitely can as well.

I know it sounds cliché that I'm a guy looking for a she-pleasures-me scenario, but in my circles, there's this idea that 'real men make women cum'. First of all, it seems taken for granted that if a guy cums, that's enough. Like that's the be-all, end-all for guys. Second, there is a fairly explicit paradigm where men are in charge in the bedroom. A lot of women seem to think that sex is something that happens to them, not a thing they participate in.

I can count on one hand the number of times women initiated sex with me before I met Sofia. Even with Sofia, peak sexual aggression from her is initiating once a month. One of the hottest things about Sofia's video with Carl was that she was doing most of the work. Again, I see the cliché, but it's not that I don't want to do anything; it's that I don't want to do everything. I'm used to doing everything. Domming for Trish was easy because that's what most women I've been with are like. Well, not on that level, but in that vein.

So, I want to try doing nothing, but I don't want to be a living sex toy like Carl. I want to be treated the way the women I've been with wanted to be treated. My lesbian friend--yep, just the one--calls it being a 'pillow princess'. It sounds fun. At least once, you know? Maybe once in a while.

Now that I think about it, what if I was tied up and 'tortured' until I was so turned on that I ravished my torturer? That would be fun. Sort of combining my pillow princess fantasy with consensual-non-consent. I could call it 'werewolfing'. Is that already a thing? Hold on.

Okay, so 'werewolfing' is a different and probably more niche thing. Maybe I can still get away with using the term.

I'm not finding anyone that's close to what I'm looking for. But since the new videos dropped, I have gotten a few requests. Sofia has gotten way more, obviously, but Trish left me a glowing review on the community subreddit, so that's gotta be helping. A lot of the requests I'm getting are for something like what Trish got, but not as extreme. That tells me that I need to do something different right away. I don't want to be known as a dom; a guy who can dom, sure, but I guess I want to be known as a switch. Maybe.

This is how outside my experience I am: I don't know how to experiment. Yes, I could arrange a werewolf session with Sofia, but I have to be careful with her and that's not really the thing I'm imagining. I feel like I need to know what I want with her.

Oh. Shit. I should not feel that way. That's something she and I need to address. But not today.

Today, I'm supposedly in for something special. For reference, it's been almost two weeks since my session with Trish. It's Thursday evening, and Sofia is downtown at a hotel shooting with YourFitCub, aka Tyler. Tyler says he's nineteen online, but we confirmed that he's actually twenty-one. Dude looks sixteen to me. As the name suggests, Tyler's thing is MILFs, which in Pornlandia means large-breasted women over thirty.

I guess most women have their first kid in their mid-20s, so it's not unfair to call a 30-year-old a MILF, but I know Sofia isn't wild about getting that label. She chose him for two reasons: the first is the money, and the second is the age. YourFitCub has one of the highest monthly revenues in the community.

Tyler is a full-timer. He does two or three of these sessions a week, often with women who aren't on OnlyFans themselves. His Instagram is very much geared towards women (and probably a lot of gay men), but his OnlyFans and Reddit are more male-oriented. So, while his Instagram is all pictures and reels of him being a sexy, young dude with lots of talk about why older women are great, his OnlyFans is semi-POV videos that are much more focused on the women he's banging.

Both feeds get multiple posts per day. The OnlyFans content is a bunch of pics and teasers for the new videos, which are PPV. He says about 15% of his subscribers pay for the full videos, and it's half his income; which is sizable. Sofia gets 35% of the PPV money for six months after expenses, like the hotel room he paid for.

This is one of the rates Carl suggested. A lot of collaborations are 50-50 both ways (if they profit share at all) because both creators post the same or almost the same video of their session. However, our channel is about her and me, no guests. So, Tyler gets a bigger cut because he's doing all the promoting and getting nothing back from us. It would be 25%, but Sofia is the focus of the video, not Tyler.

Anyway, Tyler estimated that Sofia would be getting $800 from this, which is more than we've made from our subscribers so far. Of course, we barely promote. We got the same deal from Carl and are only expecting about $300.

The other thing Sofia liked about Tyler's offer was that, before meeting me, she had a couple of long-ish relationships with older men and wants to see it from the other side, as it were.

However, this "something special" Sofia promised me started last week.

After my sort-of threesome, Sofia wanted to talk about boundaries.

"Okay, so, we agreed that any playing we did with others had to be recorded for the other," she said. "What are the limits on playing?"

"Oh," I said. "What are the options?"

"Well, let's say I was vetting a new collaborator and we went for a public meet-up, like what we did with Trish and Addie, but it's just me and him," she explained. "That would basically be a date. Sure, we'd talk about money and stuff, but it's also deciding if I want to sleep with him."

"Right, yeah. Dinner isn't playing."

"What about dancing?"

"Hmm," we hadn't done that with Trish and Addie.

"I mean, that's still in the realm of a basic date," she said.

"Sure."

"I have gone out and danced with plenty of guys I didn't sleep with."

"I think a selfie would be enough,"

"Yeah?" She said. "Guys can get pretty handsy."

"Okay, anything that goes beyond dancing is definitely playing. So, if he's getting too handsy, I would want you to shut that down."

"And playing is still confined to content," she said.

"Yes."

Sofia thought for a second. "What about impromptu content?"

"Like if you went clubbing with a guy and wanted to make a blowjob video in the back alley?"

That made Sofia laugh. She's never done anything that public. "Sure. Is that allowed?"

"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it."

Sofia nodded. "Now, this selfie. How soon do you need it?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Can I show you when I get home?"

I played the scenario out in my mind. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Now, what if I decide it's a no-go? Like I go dancing with him and I'm not into him. Like maybe he tries to get too handsy and I tell him 'no' and he pushes it, so I'm like 'nope' and it's off. Would you still want to see the selfie?"

"I guess not."

"Okay," Sofia smiled in a weirdly satisfied way.

"You have something specific in mind." I said, knowing her. "What is it?"

Sofia sighed and grimaced good-naturedly at me. "I want to surprise you with something."

"Hmm... surprises aren't really part of this."

"True, but it's not playing, not really. How do I say this without giving it away? I want to take some classes and surprise you with this new thing I've learned. But it's not like blowjob lessons or anything. Actually, if we weren't doing this 'lending' thing, I wouldn't have felt I needed to mention anything about it. I could just do it and be like 'I took a class' and that would be it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Well, because..." she spoke slowly. "If we were still totally monogamous, I don't think that you would think that maybe I did anything non-monogamous. Like I just took a saucy class. But since we do play with others sometimes, there's a possibility... like that. Does that make sense?"

"You want to take a class for something sexy."

"Yes,"

"But it doesn't involve someone else touching you?"

"Well... not in a way that would... okay, let's say I took a... shit... a posture class."

"Posture class?"

"Yeah, like some old, British lady has me walking around with books on my head."

"Is that still a thing?" I asked.

"Not important. In a posture class, the teacher would be touching me, but to adjust my shoulders or straighten my back. That kind of thing."

"Oh, so like a yoga class?"

"Yes, something along those lines."

My brain was scrolling through all the options. "So, you're taking a yoga class to be more flexible?"

Sofia held back a smile. "Or something similar? Come on, I want this to be a surprise."

"Yeah, okay. I don't need photos of that."

"Yay!" She did a little clap. "This is going to be great!"

That was last week, and she's been late coming home every weekday since and coming home sore. She hadn't talked about the soreness, but I can see it. For a while, my leading theory was massage classes, but then she said her video with Tyler, today, would be something special. That makes me think whatever it is is something she'll show off in the video. I'm back to thinking she was taking classes to learn to do the splits or something.

I know it involves her legs. That's where the soreness she's not been talking about is most obvious to me.

The current weird thing is that Sofia has been gone for an hour. The hotel is a fifteen-minute drive away, so I guess there's more than the usual amount of warming up or settling in or whatever. I didn't think they were doing anything complicated, not like I did with Trish. For that video, we did a speedy walkthrough, ran down the safe words, and talked about spanking technique.

It has been a full ninety minutes since Sofia left, and I get my first message: a photo. And now, I get it. It's a selfie of her with Tyler, and, damn, she does look old enough to be his mom. But that's not the thing. Sofia has gone full goth. There are blue streaks in her hair (no idea how she pulled that off). Her lipstick is bright blue at the center and grading out to black edges, which must have taken a while. She's got heavy, dark, angular eye makeup going on; the whole bit.

Was she taking a makeup class?

In the photo, Sofia and Tyler are standing side by side, arms around each other's waists and just grinning up at the camera. He's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt like he's ready for bed, and Sofia has her silk robe on.

And that's it. I don't expect I'll be getting anything else for a little while. But I want it. Goth girls aren't one of my kinks, but they aren't not one of my kinks. And Sofia looks different enough that she could be a different person. It makes this photo look like a preview for a porno, and I really just want to open it and get to work.

I guess it is a preview for a porno. I just can't open it for another... who knows how long.

So, while I squirm in anticipation, I get myself ready. For the last couple of weeks, I have been doing some shopping. I have found what I believe to be the softest fleece pants on the market, and I have a toolbox of toys just for me.

Things I have learned this week include that perineum vibrators exist, very few of the wearable ones only vibrate the perineum, and that any toy large enough for me at full size has to be custom-made. Yeah, there's gotta be a company that specializes in very girth men's sex toys, but I haven't found it yet, and I'm not ready to shell out several hundred dollars on a toy that I'm not sure I really want.

All that to say, I went DIY. Something that's pretty easy to find are briefs that leave your sausage and beans swinging in the wind. I also found this flat, oblong vibrating thing that looks like a skipping stone and is narrow enough to sit fairly comfortably between my legs. The briefs are tight enough to press it against my skin.

In the bedroom, I strip down. I'm already half hard with the tease of that photo. I get my kinky underwear on and turn on my little skipping stone and stuff that into the briefs so it goes to work on my perineum. Next, those fleece pants come on, and I sit shirtless on the bed.

The next thing from my toolbox is a little vibrator that fits on my finger. It's one of those metal cylinders that you slide into a rubber sleeve. This is stronger and more adjustable than Sofia's.

Settling in on the bed, stacking up the pillows so I can recline nicely, I take a minute to just appreciate what I'm doing for myself. All this prep for a long jerk-off session? It feels good, baby! Man, I just never treat myself, do I? Sure, I get myself a nice gift every once in a while, usually some expensive scotch, but giving myself a sexy spa treatment never crossed my mind. Everything sexy I've ever planned before revolved around a woman, and this is all for me!

I want a drink. I take off the finger vibrator and remove the skipping stone. In the kitchen, I pour myself a couple of fingers of bourbon from the emptiest bottle I have, then go looking for coke in the fridge because this bottle is not the good stuff. The only pop we have is a six-pack of coke cans, and now, I'm thinking: spa version.

This bottle of bourbon has enough empty space in it for three cans of coke. I grab a funnel and pour my two fingers back in, then a can of coke. I take a swig of that, decide it's still a little too rough, and add a second can. This is cheap bourbon, and it got opened a while ago. It is not nice.

But now I've got a bottle of jack-and-coke (not actual Jack Daniels, cheaper than that), which I can drink directly from. This is some decadent shit I'm up!

Okay, yes, if you saw a guy sitting alone watching a video of his wife screw another dude while drinking cheap whiskey straight from the bottle, 'decadent' is not the first word you'd think of. But context, man! When was the last time you lounged around in pants that felt really good rubbing on your dick and drank a big bottle of booze right from the source while watching porn? Never?

Trust me, this feels so shameless that some part of my brain is going: "We should feel guilty about this." I don't, but that's how far out of my usual thing I've gotten.

Okay, back in bed, propped up super comfy on pillows, I'm drinking from the bottle and I put my skipping stone back in place and turn it back on. Now, I'm just imagining what Sofia is doing. I've seen some of Tyler's previews, so I'm really just mentally stitching Sofia into one of those. They're sixty-nining on a couch. Sofia's working her hips against his mouth while she alternates sucking and jerking his cock.

I drink my booze and revel in the feeling of my dick growing in the fleece pants. The ultra-soft fibers rub against my skin as I grow. The stone sends its vibrations up into my prostate. I'm unaccustomed to that, but I'm learning to love it. The whiskey is warm in my throat and the pillows are cool on my back. To keep myself from stroking my erection, I reach up and start circling a nipple with one finger.

In my mind, I imagine Sofia's tits rubbing on Tyler's stomach, that she's rocking her chest back and forth a little to put some friction on her nipples. I also recall how Sofia's pussy feels on my face; the warmth, the soft and wrinkled texture of her labia, the exact distance between her clit and her entrance. Now, I'm remembering how it feels when Sofia's blows me; the trick she does by rapidly flicking my head with her tongue, how she swirls my balls one by one.

My cock tugs at the drawstring on my fleece pants and I undo it, letting the curse loose. I tug the pants up a little to keep him warm and keep him in contact with the soft material; keep the spa vibe going. Pampered! That's the word. I want to be sexually pampered. You know, once in a while.

I reach for my phone, thinking I'll look that up, but before I've unlocked it, I get a message. '1 new video' from Sofia. My cock twitches in excitement. From the timestamps, I see it's been about twenty minutes since I got the selfie. I've been sat here edging... or is it gooning? No, edging. "Gooner" is a term sexually repressed people use to shame people who like sexy media. I've spent twenty-ish minutes edging myself. It feels like a lot less.

Before I can start the video, I get a text from Sofia.

"Good news!" She says.

"Tyler came really fast."

"And we've got two hours before his next collab arrives."

"He wants to do a second video!"

"Hot damn," I type. "What did you do to the boy?"

"Watch the video!" She says.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

As directed, I open up the video. It's shot from a diagonal from behind a couch where Tyler sits. It's a high angle, so I can see Tyler's lap, but nothing of his face. Sofia wanders into frame and she has gone full goth for this. She's wearing platform heels which I've never seen before, fishnet stockings, a poofy mini-skirt, her under-bust corset, and this crossed hater top that she normally wears as a beach coverup, but sans the bikini, it's presenting a lot of underboob. It's all black, of course. She wears a pile of silver necklaces and a big, spiked cuff on one wrist. One ear of her bunny mask has been decorated with a half dozen earrings, mostly silver hoops, but also an ankh.

She climbs up on Tyler's lap, kneeling on the couch, and puts her hands behind Tyler's neck. A driving rock song is playing. Music is something I talked to Trish and Addie about. There's no cost-effective way to license music, they said, but there are these loop packages you can buy and assemble into a song that you can use. The one playing in Sofia's video is a soundalike for 'Sweet Sour' by Band of Skulls.

Sofia starts grinding on Tyler with long, aggressive strokes. Her entire core is in on it. Her hips lead her shoulders, left and then right. I imagine the feel of her weight on me, sliding up and down, her body creating a twisting motion. It looks like she's grinding into him hard, pressing her panties hard against her clit as she drags it across his hardness. The rolling motion of her shoulders makes her tits slosh under the lights. With every thrust, they threaten to drop out of their confines.

"You're being so polite." Sofia says.

"Yes, ma'am." Tyler replies.

She grabs his arms off the back of the couch and puts his hands on her tits. "Stop."

Tyler gets his hands around Sofia's tits and starts squeezing, and she arches her back so she can put her hands on his knees. Her hips start bucking against his lap so hard that her skirt flies up a little each time. I can't see beneath it because of the shadows, but what if she isn't wearing anything?

Now, I'm imagining her pussy, hot and dripping, grinding on me through the fleece. Through the fishnets, I can see her thighs flexing. They look more powerful than I've ever seen them, and holy shit! These are the classes! She was taking lap dance classes! That'll be fun to discuss.

Sofia's mouth hangs open as she pleasures herself on Tyler hardon. She's humping him so hard I'm not surprised he came quickly. I can feel the heat--both of arousal and of friction--on my own dick. She looks so turned on that I get a twinge of jealousy. Then again, I know how freeing it is to be a different person.

"Set them free." I hear her say as if reading my mind from several minutes in the past.

Tyler lifts the crossed straps of her top, and her tits drop into view. They bounce, and I wish I had that as a looping GIF. Sofia continues to grind against Tyler like she's trying to put a hole in him. Her brown, little nipples are hard as pebbles, and Tyler starts rolling them with his thumbs. My hands remember that sensation with more clarity than I remember my own face. It's like there's a thin layer of water around a perfectly full water balloon.

Sofia grabs Tyler's arms and throws them to the side. Again, she grabs the back of his neck. This time, she pulls her chest into his face and starts battering him with her tits. The lights are angled just right to see the tiny ripples in them as they swing back and forth. Once again, I need a speed control feature. I want this in slow motion. I want to watch her tits jiggle filmed at 90 frames per second and played at 30.

She's never slapped me around with her tits, though. That's a new move and, yes, please.

Sofia drops back down into Tyler's lap and starts swirling her hips against his cock. Tyler takes a little initiative and grabs hold of her breasts again, craning his neck to get his mouth on them. Sofia pulls his face deeper into her tits as she turns frantic circles against his lap. She tosses her head back and grits her teeth before opening her mouth wide to moan in ecstasy. She's not coming, but she's having a damn good time.

"Oh yeah!" She shouts. "Suck Mommy's titties! Give Mommy what she needs! Ooooh..." She mewls. "Yes, you're such a good boy!"

Tyler lifts his head. "Mommy, you're going to make me cum."

"Not yet," she pants.

Sofia pushes herself up to her feet. Tyler starts rubbing her thighs, and the very grown-up part of my brain worries about those heels on the upholstery. Sofia reaches behind her, and there's a Velcro tearing sound, and she whips the tulle skirt off. She's not wearing panties. Her completely shaved pussy is hovering right above Tyler's face.

I glance down, and there's a big, wet patch on the front of Tyler's sweats.

She hikes one foot up onto the back of the couch, the one farthest from the camera, and leans in to mash her pussy into Tyler's face. He has to tilt his face up, and I see the kid going for it like his life depends on it. Sofia quickly pulls the top off, slightly dislodging her mask. She tosses the top, rights her mask, and grabs Tyler's head to steady herself.

Now, her hops get to work again. She goes at him with a curving up and down thrust of her hips. The name 'Bob Fosse' flitters through my brain, and then I'm imagining I'm in Tyler's seat. Sofia is humping my face with her gushing labia so hard that I worry enough about her breaking my nose to say that I don't care if she breaks my nose.

Despite how vigorously Sofia is humping him, Tyler keeps his lips moving.

"Fuck!" Sofia screams. "Oh, you eat Mommy's pussy so good! Good boy! That's my good boy!"

Her hands push his head back until his head hits the back of the couch. Tyler just sticks his tongue out as far as it'll go and flexes it. Sofia drops her sopping hole down on it and rides his face like a horse at full gallop. She looks crazed. It's like she hasn't had sex in months.

I can see a sheen of sweat glistening off of her from the exertion.

Tyler taps her leg twice, and she gets off of him. She turns around so her ass is in his face, then she eases herself back to get a foot on the back of the couch. Tyler grabs her hips and lifts. Sofia swings her other leg up and balances both knees on the back of the couch. Her hands steady her on his knees, and Tyler goes back to work.

Sofia cries out: "Fuck! Lick my taint! Yes!"

I put the bottle of jack-and-coke on the bedside table and reach into my pants to turn up the skipping stone. My prostate rings like a bell, and I let out a moan of my own. I saw a lot of prostate vibrators in the store, and now I know I want one.

Sofia's heart-shaped ass is pointed up into the air, Tyler's nose buried between her cheeks as he licks her pussy so hard I can hear the wet smacking sounds over the rock music looping in the background.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Sofia shouts before her arms give out, and she goes limp for a second.

Tyler eases her down, and she lays on his lap for a couple of breaths before she starts grinding back against him again. Hardly missing a stroke, she rises up and presses her ass into his erection. After a couple of strokes, she starts pumping like before. It's cold, I could swear she's going to give the kid a rash the way she's going at him.

Then, she reaches down and tugs at his sweats, getting them down to his knees so that his cock is bare against her skin. Tyler grabs her tits from behind and pulls her against his chest.

"You wanna take charge?" Sofia says. "You want to be Mommy's good, big boy? Do it! Take Mommy's tits! Take my ass! Take me like a big boy!"

Then she leans her head back and licks Tyler's ear. That sends him over the edge. I can see the orgasm on his face, and Sofia squeals.

"Fuck!" Tyler draws the word out.

"Almost," Sofia giggles, then she gets off of him, and I can hear his jizz dripping down her ass.

"That was insane." Tyler says dreamily.

"Glad you liked it."

The video ends. It was only a ten-minute video, and my cock hurts with how hard I am. I decide that I don't care about the next video. I restart this one and pull the fleshlight out of my toolbox. I lube it up, take a long swig of my jack-and-coke and then pick my phone back up. With my fleece pants pulled down under my butt, I scan forward to where Sofia's tits come out and start pumping.

Two pumps is all it takes for me to fill up my toy. As the orgasm fades, I reach down to remove the skipping stone, but then I think about the second video. Tyler is planning to cum three times tonight by the sounds of it. And sure, he's twenty-one. But I exercise and get plenty of sleep. I bet I'm still good for a second, so I just turn the stone down.

In the meantime, I need to clean up. I take the fleshlight to the bathroom to wash it out. My cock is hanging flaccid from the kinky briefs, but there's still some hardness there. I decide to take a careful pee, as one must immediately after cumming. With the stone vibrating my prostate, the #1 feels wild. Being slightly drunk is helping, I think.

I put away everything except the stone, which is still working to get me ready for round two. I'm going old school for this one, though: one of those super soft hand towels. I swing by the kitchen for a snack because I'm being luxurious tonight.

The second video comes through as I'm putting away the toolbox. (I'm not quite ready to talk through all that with Sofia, just because I like how private it is. Yes, we're doing this 'lending' thing together, but I'm allowed to get fancy with my self-pleasure on my own. Certainly while I'm still figuring out what I want. Like that prostate massager.)

I run back to the bed and open it up. I start it and immediately stop it, just to give myself a tease. They're on the bed. Sofia kneels, wearing nothing but her under-bust corset and fishnet thigh-highs. Tyler is behind her. He's got her elbows pulled back behind her and appears to be pounding her from the slight blur.

I take it in for a second, then start preparing my spa position again. I switch the stone up and start the video. Tyler is giving it to Sofia hard and her half-covered face looks like a mind-broken slut. If she were any more out of it, she'd be drooling. As I watch, I start stroking myself back to hard. Sofia's back is arched and her tits bounce high enough that they almost reach her chin. She must be loving this. It's such a raw, primitive part of sex that we don't do. Can't do. I know what a revelation it felt like for me.

This video is only three minutes long, but once is enough to get me up to 90%. No sooner has it ended than I hear the front door open. The panic of the caught surges through me. I switch off my phone and pull the skipping stone out of my kinky briefs. My hands are all thumbs as I scramble to turn it off before secreting back in the toolbox behind my winter coats in the closet.

I'm just getting it hidden again when Sofia walks in. She's in the full goth regalia, but without the mask.

"Oh, good," she says. "You're still hard."

Sofia tears off her halter and jumps on the bed. On her knees and elbows, she pops her butt into the air. She's still not wearing panties and the tulle skirt moves the air enough that I catch a whiff of her excited pussy.

"Fuck me." She says over her shoulder. "Just the tip." She giggles. "You said that was the best part."

That's not quite right, but I'm not going to split hairs. I position myself behind her and start rubbing my cock head between her folds, lubing them up with her juices. As much as the outfit transforms her, her moans are the same as ever.

Her hips start pumping on my cock, and I just hold it still, letting her massage her clit with me. Her gaping labia glisten, and I slide my cock up between them. Sofia's voice catches in her throat as I touch her opening. She pulls a handful of the blanket up into her mouth and bites down. The first quarter-inch pops comfortably inside, just enough for me to feel how wet she is, feel her walls quiver and tense.

It's Sofia that pushes for the next centimeter, I guess. I'm standing completely still as she backs into me. Her muffled cries alternate between throaty and piercing. I watch as my cock head disappears into her, and she stops.

Fuck, this feels so good! My hand would get sore gripping my cock this tight. She's so warm, and despite the pressure from all sides, I slide against her with almost no resistance.

Sofia drops to her shoulders and mews through the blanket. If she wants to stop, she's not acting like it. I reach forward and grab her wrists off the bed. I pull them back until I've got both of them in one hand, planted on the small of her back. My other hand holds her hip as I make tiny, not-even-one-inch thrusts.

Hauled up off the bed, Sofia's upper body hangs in the air, suspended by my grip on her wrists. The blanket falls as she gives out a guttural moan. I just keep working those small thrusts. It feels more up and down than in and out for me.

"Fuck!" Sofia whimpers. "It's so big! Holy shit, it's so big! Do it!"

I settle into a rhythm and then increase my speed.

"Hnnng..." she grunts through gritted teeth with each thrust. "Hng... hng... hng... hng..." She sucks in a deep breath like she's breaking the surface of a lake and then lets it out with a stuttering moan. "I'm such a slut! Oh, I fucked cocks for everyone to see. And slutty little pussies need big cocks!"

The dirty talk is like lightning in my brain. My cock twitches hearing it.

"Such a slut," she whispers. "Such a slut, such a slut, such a slut." Then, I lose focus and slide further into her. She's so wet that I get a whole other inch in her. Sofia screams and rears up, pushing me a little ways out of her. "Yes!" She finally cries. "Fuck me! Cum in me! Give it to me!"

I lengthen my strokes, never more than two inches.

"Cum inside me!" She yells. "Cum inside me!"

Who am I to deny a lady?

My balls tighten and I unleash a load up into Sofia's pussy for the first in our relationship.

"Yes!" Sofia yells, then flings herself forward on the bed. She scrambles around and grabs me by the dick, then starts sucking on my head. After a second, it starts to hurt.

"Wait, wait, wait," I say, stepping back.

Sofia flops down on the bed with a drunken sort of smile.

"What was that?" I say, catching my breath.

"I don't know." She mumbles.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fantastic." Sofia answers, rolling onto her back. "My cooch feels ripped, but I feel fantastic!"

Never minding the fluids, I get on the bed next to her and we make out for a bit.

"So, where did that come from?" I ask again.

Sofia lets out a heavy, happy sigh. "I just needed it. After Tyler came on my ass, it's all I could think of. Not enough to break our condom rule, of course, but I needed it. And you said giving Addie the tip was good, so I thought... yeah."

"Wow," I said, pulling her close, feeling her boobs squish against me.

I don't know what it is, but it feels like something has changed.