Chapter Three: Dirty work and Deep Doubts

ZOE

“Oh fuck, Zoe…you never cease to amaze me.”

I smiled at Tristan, watching his eyes twinkle in delight as I swallowed his black, uncut, ten inch penis whole.

What can I say?

I was good at my job. Throat goat, cock gobbler, soul snatcher.

There was no title I hadn't been called by my subscribers. And no, I wasn't going to disappoint them after being called such tantalizing names. They deserved the best.

I caressed Tristan's testicles with my free hand as he thrusted into my mouth with the length of his manhood, his entire body convulsing with pleasure as he shoved his penis in between my lips time and time again.

My other hand was on the lips of my wet vagina, steadily slipping two fingers into it and switching to three whenever his cock hit the back of my throat.

Sex with Tristan was amazing.

Since I began content creation, he was the only creator I was comfortable with, the only man who made sex what it was. With him, it wasn't just acting, it was reality.

Sex with Tristan was natural.

“Oh, fuck, Zoe, I need to be inside of you…”

“You can have all of me, baby. You own this pussy. Ain't no restrictions with you, babe. You know that.”

He grabbed my hands as he retracted his penis from my mouth, then proceeded to swing me onto the bed.

I adjusted the camera, making sure the lighting was perfect.

My subscribers needed to see everything in HD, I had to make sure I satisfied them.

Placing me on my back, he smiled as he tapped the length of his massive dick on the slimy squishness that was my vagina.

“Oh, I love that, daddy.”

The “tap tap” sound rented the room for the next minute as he exaggerated it, the sound and the feel of his length on my core making me cream uncontrollably.

“Say you want it, Zoe. Say you need it.”

“I want every inch of that gorgeous penis, daddy. Give it all to me.”

With a huge grin, he rammed into me, his manhood filling my walls. Clenching my insides, I grabbed on him tightly, watching his eyes briefly transport to the back of his head as he made a show of the paradise he was in at that moment.

“Oh, baby, you know I love when you do that.”

Clenching even harder, I grinned at him.

“I want all of you, boo. Fuck me harder, Tristan, harder!”

He did as I commanded, his legs working over time, his groin shamelessly slamming into my thighs. The sound was my undoing, a part of sex I always enjoyed.

I felt my vagina throb in pleasure as I went along with his rhythm, following his lead, watching him exert every ounce of energy he had into fucking me.

“I want every drop of your nut inside this pussy. Give it all to me.”

My words did the trick. He went faster, his legs starting to convulse excitedly.

“Fuck, fuck…”

His words got lost in the eruption of pleasure that followed. I felt a hot load of cum shoot into my stomach, and I smiled, clenching my legs around his waist as I drained him of every drop.

Making sure I was facing the camera when he exited, I watched the trail of semen trip out of my vagina, staining the bed with perfect accuracy.

For my final act, I approached him as he leaned against the chair in my room, thoroughly spent and drained.

There, I sucked every drip of cum he had left, taking it all in as I made sure the camera was solely focused on us.

I stood, then kissed him fully on the lips.

“Wow!”

He let out a groan as I headed towards the camera, then put it off.

“That was mind-blowing, Zoe.”

“Sex with you is always fire, Tristan. No-one does it like you do. Hopefully this session unlocks more subscribers for me.”

He shook his head as he slapped my ass.

“You don't sound happy though. Anything the matter?”

How was I going to tell my fellow creator that my mother was in prison for a crime she didn't commit and it was up to me to prove that she was innocent?

I grabbed two rolled up joints from my bedside drawer instead, passing him one.

“Thank you.” He placed the Zoot in between his lips as he leaned towards me. Placing the lighter next to his face accurately, I lit his joint for him before guiding the fluttering flame towards mine.

“You know you can always tell me anything, right?”

I nodded as I billowed smoke into the air exhaustedly.

I could tell him anything patterning to sex, yes, but not about my personal life. I wasn't ready to cross that boundary yet.

“It's nothing, Tristan, really. Nothing important, if you understand what I mean.”

There was only one person I could tell about my current problem.

My best friend, Camille.

“You up for round two?” I grinned at an obviously tired Tristan as I placed my joint on the bedside table.

“I'm tired but not out.” He grinned in response as his cock began to increase in size once more, the blood charging towards the uncut head.

“Let's do this then.”

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“What are you going to do?”

Camile glared at me the next morning as she placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of me.

Camile had been my best friend from high school days. We had ended up going to college together, and she was the only one of my friends who hadn't judged me when I made the decision to drop out and chase my Only Fans career.

Now, she was the head of finance at a leading cashmere producing company.

Sometimes I looked at us and I wondered how we aligned, two different women on different paths. An Only Fans model and a career woman.

Life was unpredictable, I guess.

“Well, I don't know yet, but one thing is sure, my mother is going to stay in prison for thirty years.”

Camile nodded as she sipped her coffee, then practically hopped into her heels as she was already late for work.

“And your mum, how was she?”

“She hasn't changed at all. Imagine a woman in trouble still judging me. Classic Mrs. Daniels.”

Camile laughed as she swung the rest of the coffee into a flask on the table.

“I'm running late, Zoe. Will you stay here or go back to your apartment?”

I stood up as I downed the rest of my coffee.

“I'll go back home. I need to take a stand, Camile. Thank you for coffee. I really needed it.”

“Anything for you, babes.” She kissed my forehead as she squeezed my hand, “And remember, no matter what you choose to do, I'll be supportive of you all the way. Don't ever forget that.”

I nodded as we exited the house together, staring at the sun peeking through the clouds as I got into my car.

With every passing hour, what my mother had told me to do seemed impossible.

How in heaven's name was I going to extract evidence from five men in order to prove my mother's innocence?