Ethan had made an uneasy peace with Mia's job, or maybe he had just refused to deal with it. The wedding fund was taken care of after her "show" for Jess's client. He'd deleted the app afterward, determined to forget those images: Jake and Tony with their bare cocks inside her, cum dripping from every hole, the client finishing on her tits.
When Mia's text arrived Monday evening, "Late shift, love you!" he told himself things were back to normal. Priming the crew using condoms, something he had taught himself to live with.
He only made it a few days before downloading the app again. He found her on the live feed in the back room. She was lying naked on the padded table, her pussy glistening wet in the overhead light. Jake stood between her thighs, his thick cock sliding in and out of her with long, deliberate strokes. Her hips rocked with each thrust, tits bouncing rhythmically as she let out soft whimpers.
Ethan squinted at the screen, something about the scene bothering him. He zoomed in slightly and saw it, or rather, didn't see it. Jake was not wearing a condom. His bare cock was sliding into Mia's pussy, unprotected.
"What the fuck," he whispered to himself, watching Jake's bare cock emerge glistening with Mia's juices before disappearing inside her again.
He zoomed in further, unable to look away. Every ridge, every vein on Jake's shaft was visible now as it stretched Mia open. Her pussy clung to his cock on each outward stroke as if her body was desperate to hold onto him. Jake's balls slapped rhythmically against her ass with each thrust, creating a steady tempo.
Ethan's hand slid into his pants almost involuntarily. Shame and arousal overtook him simultaneously.
Jake picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her inner thighs with increasing force. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, lost in the moment. Her breathing became erratic and shallow at her impending orgasm.
Ethan's hand was on auto-pilot, keeping rhythm with Jake's thrusts. He wanted to be the type of man who would crash through the doors of Eden's Edge right now and put an end to this. Instead, he was watching and masturbating.
He watched through his screen as Mia pushed Jake onto his back and straddled him. She sank down on his bare cock, taking him to the hilt as she ground her hips in tight circles. Her mouth hung open as she found just the right angle. A series of soft "Mmm" sounds escaped her lips, riding him with increasing urgency. Jake's hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as she bounced up and down on his shaft.
The camera angle offered an unobstructed view of her taking him repeatedly, her wetness coating his shaft, making it glisten in the light. She leaned forward, changing the angle, her tits swaying inches from his face. Jake took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as she gasped, grinding harder against him.
"Right there," she moaned with a desperate edge to her voice. Their movements became more frantic. Jake released her nipple and grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward repeatedly.
Her body tensed, thighs clamping around Jake's hips as she shuddered through another intense orgasm, her pussy visibly pulsing around his shaft.
Once Jake was fully primed, his dick rock hard and throbbing, he headed off to meet his client, leaving Mia briefly alone on the table, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her thighs wet with her juices. Ethan wanted to put the phone down, but couldn't stop watching.
Mia barely got a break before Tony, who'd been patiently waiting, took his turn. She got down into the downward dog position, presenting herself to him, her reddened pussy still visibly swollen from Jake's pounding. Tony moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks. He spit on her butthole and pressed his thumb in, preparing her for his girth.
"Ready for a big ol cock in your ass, Mia." She just giggled like he'd told some corny joke.
Tony lined up his unprotected cock, and applied steady pressure, watching as her ass gradually yielded to him. The head of his cock slowly disappeared inside her, stretching her wide.
Mia looked back over her shoulder with a hungry look in her eyes. He wasted no time before pushing forward, entering her inch by inch. Her body tensed, resisting the intrusion before gradually accepting him. Mia's mouth fell open, a strangled cry escaping her as he stretched her.
Tony gripped her hips and began thrusting, each movement causing her whole body to rock forward. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Mia's increasingly desperate cries. Every thrust pushed her forward, her hands scrambling for purchase on the padded table. Her tits swung heavily beneath her, nipples dragging against the surface with each thrust.
Tony established a rhythm, his cock sliding more easily now as her body adapted. Her back arched, pushing back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper.
Tony's pace increased, his breathing becoming ragged as he gripped her tighter. She had a pleading look in her eyes as Tony pulled out and headed off to meet his client. She rubbed her pussy, keeping the momentum going as she waited for her next cock.
This went on with few breaks all evening. Rick took his turn next, flipping her onto her back and hooking her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he pounded into her pussy. Dylan followed, bending her over the edge of the table, her feet barely touching the floor as he alternated between her holes, pulling out of one to thrust into the other while she whimpered pleadingly.
By the end of the night, Ethan's balls were empty, and he'd lost count of how many times she'd been fucked raw. He watched her body get used in every position imaginable. The Mia he saw on screen bore little resemblance to the woman he knew.
By the time she arrived home, Ethan was already pretending to be asleep. He couldn't face her, he didn't really know how. But he didn't find any real sleep that night. He lay awake most of the night, attempting to gather enough resolve to confront her.
The sound of Mia preparing breakfast was enough to wake him from his uneasy sleep. He walked out and stood in the middle of the apartment, chest puffed out, attempting to assert he was in control. "So... what? No condoms now?" he said, arms crossed, with a stern stare.
She turned to him slowly, a surprised expression. "Oh... you're up," she said, a faint smile on her face that quickly disappeared as she tried to read him. He stood stone-faced, silent. She continued, "Yeah... I mean, after the... show, when I covered for Jess, the guys were thinking that condoms were kinda pointless. Celeste even agreed."
"You promised," he said, stepping closer. "It would be one time, and never again. Now it's every night?"
"What? It's not the same thing at all! I'm not doing anything different than what I've been doing, priming the crew for clients," she countered, her tone becoming defensive. "Just, without the condoms. It just makes things simpler for everyone, it's not a big deal."
He stood firm, telling himself he wouldn't accept another boundary being crossed. But even as he tried to hold his ground, he felt his resolve failing under her dismissive look. The anger that had gotten him out of bed was already fading, replaced by that familiar feeling of powerlessness.
She shrank back a little. "It's my job," she said. "And it's not like they finish in me. I mean, they're not supposed to finish in me. Sure, I mean, accidents happen sometimes, it's whatever, but Celeste gave me authority to dock their tips when it does."
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