Sofía takes her livestream to a more daring level with Alex's help, while Manuel watches with a mixture of excitement and complicity. The dynamic between the three intensifies when Sofía reveals her fortune, shifting the power balance. How far are they willing to go?
The air in the room was thick with the sweet, artificial scent of the vanilla air freshener Sofia always used to hide her sweat and sex, although that night it wouldn't be enough. The dim ring lights illuminated her delicately featured face, her lips painted an obscene red that contrasted with the pallor of her skin. The condenser microphone, suspended in front of her like a metallic phallus, captured every sigh, every gasp that escaped her throat as her fingers danced across the keyboard, responding to messages from her viewers. "Hey, doggies? Ready for today's broadcast?" she asked in a syrupy, melting caramel voice, as the camera focused on the generous cleavage her black crop top barely contained. Bits and subscriptions began to rain down on the screen, green numbers multiplying like bacteria in a breeding ground.
Manuel was lying back in bed, leaning against the black velvet headboard, a cold beer between his fingers. He was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt from a band no one remembered and gray boxers that barely concealed the erection that was already beginning to form. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Sofía in action, but something in the air that night smelled different—more electric, more dangerous. He watched as she adjusted the angle of the webcam, making sure her body was strategically framed: her legs crossed, her left thigh slightly parted to give a tantalizing glimpse of the damp fabric of her lace panties. "Today we're going to play a little more... dirty," she whispered into the microphone, biting her lower lip with a smile that promised mischief. The comments in the chat exploded with fire and heart emojis.
It was then that the door to the room opened without warning.
A boy with tousled brown hair, wearing a tight T-shirt that outlined his arm muscles, walked in with the confidence of someone who knew he wasn't an intruder. Sofia didn't flinch. She didn't even pause the stream. "Ah, look who's here, guys. This is Alex, my favorite mod," she said, turning her chair slightly so the camera captured the newcomer. Alex—tall, with a mischievous smile and eyes that sparkled with complicity—approached unhurriedly, like a predator who knows its prey is already caught. Manuel felt his throat go dry. It wasn't jealousy that coursed through his veins, or at least not the kind he knew. It was something darker, hotter. A forbidden arousal that made his thighs clench.
"Are you going to introduce me, princess?" Alex asked, his deep voice echoing through the microphone. Sofia laughed, a crystalline sound that mingled with the beeps of the donations coming in.
"Sure, honey. Alex is the one who makes sure none of you misbehave in the chat," she explained, her fingertips brushing the boy's arm, tracing slow circles on his skin. "But today… today she's going to help with something more personal."
The chat went wild. "OH MY GOD!" "LIVE??" "I'LL PAY ANYTHING!" Sofia didn't respond with words. Instead, she shot up from her chair with feline grace, her crop top riding up just enough to reveal her belly button pierced with a small silver hoop. Alex wasted no time. His hands landed on her hips, pulling her against his body with a jerky motion that made Sofia let out a genuine, unrehearsed moan. "Ugh, the show's on!" someone wrote in the chat. Manuel swallowed, his eyes glued to the spectacle: the way Alex's fingers tangled in Sofia's hair, tilting her head back to expose her long, pale neck, already marked by the beginnings of a hickey.
"Are you sure you want everyone to see this, my queen?" Alex murmured, but the microphone picked up everything. Sofia nodded, her lips parted, her eyes shining with a mixture of lust and defiance.
"I want you to pay to see it," he replied, his voice pure poisoned honey.
There was no more foreplay. Alex pushed her back against the desk, the monitors shaking with the impact. Sofia gasped, but her hands were already working on his belt loop, unbuckling it with an urgency that betrayed how long she'd been waiting for this moment. The sound of the zipper ripping was amplified by the microphone, followed by the unmistakable snap of a condom being opened. "NO FUCK, THIS IS REAL!" "SOFIA, I LOVE YOU!" "I WANNA SEE HER OPEN UP!" The comments multiplied, but she only had eyes for Alex's cock, thick and throbbing, now pressing against her entrance. Manuel adjusted his boxers, the material brushing against his own painfully hard erection. He didn't look away for a second.
"Give them a show, bitch!" Alex growled, and Sofia obeyed.
With a moan that was half pain, half ecstasy, she let herself be penetrated. The strategically placed camera captured the moment her pussy opened to receive him, the pink lips stretching around the base of the condom before he impaled her with a single thrust. Sofia screamed, her nails scraping the wood of the desk, as Alex began to move with deep, noisy strokes, the sound of skin on skin echoing from the speakers. "GOD, WHAT A FUCK!" "I'M GONNA CUM NOW!" "MORE CAMERAS, PLEASE!" Donations skyrocketed. Sofia, between gasps, managed to reach the mouse and change the camera angle so her viewers saw everything: how her pussy glistened with wetness, how the condom slid in and out of her, how her breasts bounced with every thrust.
"Do you want to see more? Pay for it!" Sofia demanded, her voice cracking with pleasure. And they did. The numbers on the screen blurred, a shower of digital bills falling like confetti onto her sweaty body.
Manuel couldn't breathe. Every moan from Sofía was a whiplash straight to his groin. Every time Alex slammed her against the desk, every time his balls collided with her ass, he felt the echo of the impact in his own flesh. He pulled down his boxers without thinking, his cock free now, reddish and dripping with precum, while his hand began to move in time with his girlfriend's gasps. It wasn't betrayal. It was complicity. It was the silent understanding that, in that moment, Sofía belonged to everyone and no one... except him, at the end of the day.
Her orgasm came with a strangled scream, her inner walls clenching around Alex so tightly that he cursed under his breath, his hips shaking as he came inside the condom. Sofia collapsed onto the desk, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, sweat sticking strands of hair to her forehead. Alex carefully withdrew, knotting the used condom before discarding it in the trash with a matter-of-fact gesture. "Good work, boss," he said, giving her ass a smack that made Sofia let out a tired giggle.
The transmission had not ended.
With a lazy smile, Sofia sat up, adjusting her crop top as the camera captured the semen trickling down her thighs, irrefutable proof of what had just happened. "Did you like it, doggies? Because this is just the appetizer," she purred, licking her lips. "The private party starts in five minutes... for those who can afford it." The chat exploded into mass hysteria.
It was then that Manuel got out of bed.
Sofía saw him approaching through the reflection on the monitor, but she didn't flinch. She knew he was there the whole time. She knew he'd seen everything. When she felt Manuel's arms wrap around her waist from behind, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. He pulled her against his chest, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat emanating from her, and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
"Did you like it, my love?" Sofia asked, turning her head slightly to brush her lips against his.
Manuel didn't respond with words. Instead, his hand slid between her legs, finding her still-swollen and sensitive pussy. Sofia gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit, swollen from recent use. "Viewers can wait," he murmured against her ear, and Sofia didn't argue. With a click, he paused the stream.
The silence that followed was almost as intense as the moans that had preceded it.
"I know you like what's forbidden," Manuel said, his voice low and raspy. "And I'm not going to stop you."
Sofia looked at him, her green eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and renewed lust. She hadn't expected him to accept it so easily. Or maybe she had. After all, they had been playing with this fantasy for months, brushing against the boundaries without daring to fully cross them.
"Really?" she asked, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Seriously," Manuel agreed. "But on one condition."
She raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"I'm always the first," he declared, his tone brooking no argument. "The others can fuck that beautiful pussy, they can fill your mouth, they can leave you scarred... but at the end of the day, I'm the one who takes you to bed. I'm the one who kisses you when it's all over."
Sofia looked at him for a long moment, as if assessing whether it was a trap or a promise. Then, slowly, she smiled. It was a dangerous smile, the kind that preceded fires.
"Deal," she whispered, before pulling him in for a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling with an urgency that left no doubt how long they'd waited for this moment.
When they separated, Manuel's lips were swollen and he could taste her in his mouth. Without another word, he walked to the closet and pulled out a box he'd been saving for weeks. Sofia watched him curiously as he placed on the bed a set of professional high-definition cameras, lubricants of different textures, and a black leather harness that made her stomach turn.
"So the show is... unforgettable," Manuel explained, running a finger along the rim of a bottle of silver-glittered lubricant. "And so you don't forget who's in charge around here."
Sofía took one of the bottles, turning it between her fingers as if she were examining a diamond. Then, with a soft laugh, she dropped it back onto the bed and approached him, her breasts brushing against Manuel's torso as her hands settled on his belt.
"There's something I haven't told you," she murmured, her lips inches from his.
Manuel waited, holding his breath.
"I'm a millionaire," she confessed, as if admitting a sin. "The money from broadcasts, donations, sponsors... it's more than you can ever imagine."
The silence that followed was heavy, laden with the weight of that revelation. Manuel looked at her, searching for any sign that she was joking. But Sofía's eyes were serious, almost defiant.
"So… why didn't you tell me before?" he finally asked.
She shrugged, a gesture that was both flirtatious and vulnerable.
—Because I didn't know if this—pointing between the two—was real. Not until now.
Manuel exhaled slowly, processing it. Money didn't change anything. Or it changed everything. But in that moment, with the taste of Sofia still in his mouth and the promise of an uncertain, yet bright, future ahead of them, there was only one thing that mattered to him.
"So," he said, taking her hand and leading her back to the bed, where the toys and cameras were waiting, "what the hell are we going to do with all that?"
Sofia smiled. It was a smile that promised chaos, pleasure, and a million possibilities.
"Whatever we want," she replied, pushing him down onto the mattress before climbing on top of him, her thighs tightening around his hips. "And this time... you're running the show."