Page 26 of Under the Texas Sky
“Problem?” I ask, smirking.
“Just you, you slut.”
I burst into happy laughter, my cheeks hurting with how wide my smile is. “This slut just ordered that Burberry duffle bag you’ve been drooling over for weeks.”
Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement and she claps her hands loudly. “You did not!”
“I did. And you’re welcome. I know you could have bought it yourself, but I wanted to do something nice for you.” There’s a sappy gift I’m putting with it, but she doesn’t need to know about that yet. “So can I go take care of this problem, and then we can go get sushi?” I ask sarcastically.
She turns on her heels and leaves like the devil is on her ass. And maybe it is. Or maybe it’s the promise of sushi as soon as I get done.
I go into my room, unlock my phone, and open the app that dinged, letting me know a new request for content came in. Reading the message, it’s nothing out of left field. And nothing I haven’t done before, so it’s easy enough.
I prop my phone on the tripod in the corner and adjust the angle to where it frames the bed. Pressing record, I walk over to mybed. On the wall, above my bed, is my light up logo blinking a myriad of colors.
Ki.
My OnlyFans name.
Yes, I know it’s pathetic that I’m still holding on to a part of my old life, but I couldn’t let it go. And Ki is hot. It’s mysterious.
I like it.
The request in my DMs was for me to put a collar on, then attach it to the headboard, and fill my ass with a dildo. I thumb through my sex drawer, grabbing my favorite dildo, a bottle of lube, and my black breakaway collar that I decorated with silver metal to give it an edgy look. I have to be safe, but no one said it didn’t need to be fashionable as well.
I leave on the jockstrap I was taking pictures in, the bright orange cloth sticking to my cock like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination. I look hot. I feel hot.
“Is this how you want me, baby?” I smirk at the camera, making my chin dimple more prominent, while I fasten the collar around my neck and attach it to my headboard. The men on this app eat up my dimple and I love their money, so it’s a win-win.
Running my hands down my chest, I finger my nipples for a moment, enjoying the sensation against them. Pinching and plucking them until they’re tight little buds. My dick is straining against the orange material, and I can see a small wet spot from where my precum is leaking out of the tip. Fuck, I love having my nipples played with.
I keep teasing myself, tracing my fingers down the abs I’ve worked my ass off to get. Not literally, though, because my assis a bubble and perfectly muscular. My muscles twitch under the tantalizing touch, and I let free a soft groan under my breath.
“Fuck, I love having your hands on me. Playing with me. Preparing me for what’s about to come.” Palming my erection and showing a little skin of my taint, I ask the camera, “Do you like this?”
The high I get from this is astounding. Nothing compares to knowing people will pay to see me naked and see me orgasm on camera. Being desired. It’s a heady feeling.
I jerk my dick for a few moments, getting it to complete hardness, before grabbing the dildo and slicking it with lube.
I had never bottomed before when I started doing this. Never had anything in my ass. So figuring out how to prep myself and take something up the ass was a learning experience, but a fun one. And when I found my prostate? I vowed to never top again.
Pressing the head of the dildo against my rim, I feel the tight pressure and slight burning sensation. I prepped this morning while I was filming a different video, so I’m still mildly stretched. I’ll just take it slow and steady.
I’m not in a rush. I’m never in a rush when it comes to this.
The dildo pops through the first ring of muscle, and I let out an exaggerated moan. It feels good, but not as good as something actually pegging my prostate. But they don’t pay for me to enjoy it–they pay for me to act like I’m enjoying it to entertain themselves. And that’s fine. I make money, they get to come.
???
I wipe the cum off my chest with a towel and throw it in my overflowing laundry basket. I’ll get around to washing things atsome point soon. Maybe.
Willow is waiting for me downstairs, dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a…Wait a damn minute.
“You have to change,” I say, clearing the last step and walking toward her.
“No, I’m not changing,” she says stubbornly, staring me down like a hawk about to devour a rat. And it’s me, I’m the rat.
“Please? I haven’t had a chance to wear it yet!” The “it” in question is a white crop top that says “yes daddy” in black, cursive writing. And I look hot in it. Not saying she doesn’t look hot, but I look hotter. Objectively.
