Page 65 of The Influencer

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Javier’s cock is fucking slowly into my mouth as Chase pounds my ass. Above me, the grunting sounds of their sloppy making-out reverberate. I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, taking them both with lights blaring and every camera rolling. My sounds from the rough fuck I’m getting are muffled by Javier’s thick dick bouncing off the back of my throat. I feel stuffed and lightheaded. Turned on, yet so far from coming, it’s painful. But I’ll get my turn.

They’ll finish inside me and then suck my dick until I come on their faces. It’s all mapped out. Choreographed practically, leaving little room for improv because we all know the better these things go to plan, the more money it makes. It pays to look like we know exactly what we’re doing.

“So close, baby,” Javier says to Chase.

“You like fucking that pretty mouth?”

“Mmm… fuck yeah. How’s his sweet little hole?”

“Not so little anymore.”

They share a chuckle, and then they’re back to making out, more frantically than before, and I feel Chase’s second wind come on as he starts rutting faster into my ass. Once they finish, and I nearly choke on Javier’s absurd amount of slightly bitter cum, we reset. I lie back on the bed, and they take their spots on either side of my hips, passing my cock back and forth between their mouths. I have one hand gripping each of their heads and my own tilted back, trying to lose myself in sensation. Trying not to think about Asher watching this one day. Trying not to wish my cock was in his mouth right now instead of theirs, my balls getting torn up by his beard.

And trying especially hard not to think about why that’s all I want to think about.

Their expert cock sucking finally succeeds in easing me out of my own head, and I’m able to give my body completely to the building orgasm. I don’t come anywhere close to the edge of blackout like I had last night, so I’m able to aim my stream of cum appropriately, just as planned, so they both get their mouths covered in it. I sigh with satisfaction at the sight.

Job well done.

We turn off the cameras, take turns washing up, and go to the kitchen to rehydrate and toast our excellent collaboration with tequila shots. Through conversation, I learn that they met via Grindr a few years ago and have been together since. They started their OnlyFans on a whim, and it took off within months. Now they collaborate with men all over the world and have quit their day jobs. It’s actually an honor to have been asked to film a video with them. I’ll get a lot of new subscribers, provided I don’t look like shit in the footage.

My only stipulation in working with them was that I do the filming and the edit. My trust issues invade every area of my life, and these men, while kind and funny, are virtual strangers to me.

Once they say their goodbyes, I take a longer, more thorough shower, hoping to lift myself out of the funk I’ve found myself in since they got done fucking me. It’s late—past midnight—and I’m exhausted and wired at the same time. I change my sheets, start a load of laundry, and scroll Netflix in search of anything worth watching.

Not finding a show that grabs my interest, I click into my DMs, hoping to find some external validation in the hopes of eventually getting bored enough with my phone that I slump over and fall asleep.

But that’s not what ends up happening. I end up having another shot and messaging Asher.

Blame the tequila.

Jade

Spit roast: check. Did you do anything interesting tonight?

Within a minute his status shows as active, the message is read, and the three dots appear.

Asher

Blew a dude at the Halter Lounge in the bathroom. He paid me thirty bucks.

My eyes immediately fly open. All my exhaustion evaporates, and an uncomfortable fury burns through my blood vessels.

Jade

Well, if you didn’t have herpes before, I guarantee you will now.

Asher

Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were playing the make me jealous game. I’ve been home all night.

Relief, that’s what it is, pure, simple relief, rushes through me like someone stuck me under a spray of warm water.

Asher

Why are you up so late?

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