Her eyes were glued to monitor. Every day at 10
in the evening. She'd silently, hiding in her room,
door locked, just in case, be onto the really desired
relieve.
Headphones in, patiently and slowly, just as required, she's fall over and over in danger zone.
Hands touching herself, softly, fondling the parts
with required strength and care.
Muffled moans escape her lips.
"Now, be sure to get this in fully, my dear…" –
Online stream with a handsome broadcast jockey.
He had the charming looks, the manly voice, the
needed lust in the eyes and absolutely unbearable
teasing nature. He'd show his fine chiselled body
every day like this, toying with the audience like he
pleased.
Speaking words of actions he'd so sweetly do to
a fine lady. At times he'd tell the stories of how he
had encounters – all in steamy details.
Her fingers inside her – pleasing, teasing, just as
he'd require, just as he'd describe in all the small
details. His voice would make her hot, each word he
spoke.
Body trembling from overload of desire – she
pulled out a toy, somewhere in described size as
his beast in pants. Oh how she desires the actual,
real Him inside her.
"I'm pushing in…" – His voice in her ears, piercing
through her, as if he's here, whispering in ear, as
making this passionate love.
He sets the tempo, she moves her shaky hands,
barely keeping up with the pressure. Then climax.
Her moan loudly escapes lips, body trembling, insides twitching and her wet self is all over the chair.
"Stream Finished" – says the screen.
He checks the programme once more – to really
know that all is off and he is free to be at ease again.
The donations each stream gives him are great –
that keeps him going with extra income, besides his
boring office job.
He found this new sort of escape accidentally. He
was randomly searching up bits online and came
across the online streams of great Jockeys. The
different styles and ways the broadcasts were set
really amused him.
With doubts he observed for a bit, before giving
it a try. The response was really unexpected – so
many viewers, so many donations. It was the first
time that got him thinking of continuing it.
Each next he gave it a little more. Before he
became number one broadcast jockey on this site.
The online site contacted him to properly sign
contract. He still mulled over it.
Another broadcast is over. He is feeling the soft
exhaustion from playing the requires BJ Phyos on
channel.
The name is somehow from a random research he
saw. "BJ Phyos – Cure for your Lustful Soul". That
became the name of the Channel.
Another day past the hours of work in office. On
the train back home, packed with people, he noticed
that the girl next to him, wary of the surroundings,
yet properly hiding the phone screen, was watching
something kinky. It could be told by the uneasy
shifting of legs, her red burning cheeks and that
slow, heavy breathing.
They stood in the corner of the train – she was
right in it, he stood with his head up, and just his
eyes kept a curious watch.
Her hand slowly, sneakily shifted towards her
crotch, pushing around that hot spot covered by
office dress.
"What makes her so hot?" – He thought to himself
as he decided to turn slightly to see the phone screen.
Once he saw what was there – it gave him a proud
smirk. Although, as shocking as it was, he felt really
cheeky.
On her screen, making her so hot – was recorded
stream of Him. But she was not really noticing Him,
in front of her – as her hazy eyes were really locked
on him on screen.
Smile spreading wide, he kept on looking if she'd
notice him, but no. She was too preoccupied with
observing.
"Fanservice it is then." – he thought to himself.
He lowered his head and spoke in her ear, which
had no headphone in.
"Seems like it's really stuffy in here. Hot day today."
She looked at him, startled. Her hand away from
her dress, she was confused. She looked up on him,
then down on screen before looking up again and
gasping for air in surprise.
"I'm glad you enjoy it so much." – He smiled at
her.
Frozen in place, she stood awed, reddening more,
as the realization kicked in. Now she got the full
spectre of the situation they're in.
Train abruptly stopped, making everyone inside
falling, shifting and barely hanging.
That made his body pressure her down, as many
other passengers shifted. His leg in between hers.
Her hot spot against him.
"Oh, apologies." – He said softly. As her body
pressed against him – now he noticed a small
vibration below. – "Oh…" – he exclaimed softly
and looked at her. – "That's cheeky."
She was crimson from embarrassment, but her
body was aching for. He pulled back a bit, but she
pushed herself on him.
"Oh?" – He softly spoke.
"Um," – She looked aside, reaching for his hand,
then leading it to her lower self.- "I…"
She did not need to say more, his fingers brushed
against her. Her body slightly arched, as if electric
current went through her from where he touched.
The train began moving again.
They got out at the stop where he decided, went
to near public restroom. The one in here had no
cameras around, as well as this specific "men's" was
most of the time not in use by anyone. Quite the
empty type of a restroom.
Last cubicle. The two inside, she in a desperate
rush. Feeling like this is a dream, she kept on being
unlike her usual self. Desire made her this lustful.
Outside world was still audible. The people
passing by, the trains going on.
She raised her dress, revealing the panties that had
a small vibrator attached. His fingers reached her
hips, pulling her panties down, revealing the hot wet
spot.
Her juices flowing down her tights. He watched
this mess, as his fingers softly felt her perky dot, then
slid further having a feel of that hot wetness.
"P… Please…" – She kept looking at him, hazy eyes,
truly thinking that it all is a really great dream.
He smiled, pushing his finger in, then another. She
was sopping wet. His fingers play made the sounds
that silently echoed in the cubicle. Her moans were
like her hard breathing – she held down the volume.
All this mess turned him on. He turned her around,
making her bend. Unzipping the fly, taking out the
hot flesh, then searching for that condom in the
jackets breast pocket, when she said softly:
"I'm on pills and clean. Please go raw." – She
moaned up to him.
That turned him on.
"That prepared, huh?" – He poked her slit with his
end, slowly pushing it in. – "What a dirty girl you
are."
She arched her back, pushing her rear onto him,
to make it go in faster. But he held her in place with
his strong hands. No way she'd have her way. He
was too sure on how he wanted this to turn out.
His hands holding her tights, fingers pressing hand
on her skin, his end slowly pushing in – she was
really tight, he was really hot.
"Mmm!" – She grit her teeth, – "Please, I want it
all in!" – She moaned.
"M?" – He stopped mid-way, – "Then you better
be a good girl and beg for it properly."
"Please, Sir Phyos, I want that sweet big dick of
yours inside me. Pounder me hard, please, I can't
hold it any longer… Please!" – Her voice so sweet as
she kept on pleading for something so lewd.
That did it. He really could not hold back his smile,
his temper shifted a bit. He pushed it in hard, rough.
She was wet enough to take it up. He started to move
like a beast, having her hard. She pushed the end of
her dress in her mouth. Muffled moans were filling
the restroom.
They spent there a while. Changing positions,
shifting up a little. Then he pushed her to extreme –
he opened the door, having it like an open cinema
for anyone who'd come in. She was on top of him,
spread out so that any passer-by would see it all.
Her body trembling, her moans louder and louder.
She squeezed him inside madly. She climaxed over
and over again. Then finally he reached his closure.
He pulled out and shot the load into the toilet.
All finished. He helped her dress. She was too
exhausted to move now.
"Then I'll take my leave." – he threw her way as he
closed the cubicle door behind him.
She still sat there in absolute ecstasy from the
event.
Once back home he was really pleased to have a
good story for the audience, as well as have a fine
and kinky encounter on his way home.
She got up later on, when trembling legs started to
numb from sitting, she went to clean up more and
headed for the taxi. There was no way she'd use the
train again. Not in this condition.
"Dear viewers, today I have another great experience for you. Your BJ Phyos will cure your lustful
soul." – Another broadcast began filling up the
desires of many.