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Chapter 11 - “Overture – BJ Phyos”

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.