Bella Bloom Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Bella squeezed the drive in her hand. "You think this will finally take him down?" "No," Elodie said. "You will. But this will be the dagger you drive." --- The next morning, Clara rushed in with wide eyes. "Bella - we've got a leak." Bella's stomach dropped. "What now?" Clara held up her phone. It was a screenshot. Of Bella's ultrasound. Posted. Shared. Viral. The caption read: > The Billion-Dollar Bump: Is Bella Monetizing Motherhood?

To deal with my frustration, I decided to stick to my usual routine. Back in England, after every uninspiring night with Heather, I’d pull out my phone and log into OnlyFans to watch my favorite creator, Regina Khalifa. She was an anonymous superstar, always wearing a signature blonde wig with pink stripes and a signature white pantomime mask. She was known for her incredible curves and a voice that could make a man lose control in seconds. I stood up, suddenly needing a bottle of water and some air. I crept out into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As I passed a bedroom, I heard it. A muffled, rhythmic sound.

Eloise’s POV The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line. I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big tits, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks. On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.

It had timed out to the lock screen, but a notification banner was still visible across the top. New message – OnlyFans Creator Dashboard “Congrats, DominantDaddyRex! Your latest video ‘Step-Daughter’s Tight Little Secret’ just hit 50k views in 24 hours. Payout: $18,420.” My stomach dropped. No. No fucking way. Hands shaking, I glanced at the open bedroom door—hallway empty, shower running downstairs. He was still out. I tapped the spacebar. The screen unlocked (he’d never bothered with a password when it was just Mom here before). The message app was open.

I watch a man pressing into another man while the one in the middle takes a woman from behind as she rides another partner, moaning and begging them to finish her. Yet with all the activities happening around us, Bella doesn't say a word. Instead, she's studying the entire place, taking it all in with wide, sparkling eyes and quickening breaths. Under her silk blouse and through her bra, I can see her nipples hardening and watch the way she squeezes her thighs together. She's definitely turned on, but she's all business when she speaks. “So you want something inspired by this space, but not necessarily based on it, correct?”

Then, Bella pulled out her phone and started a livestream. Oh, hell no. “Hey, guys! It’s Bella Summers, coming to you LIVE from one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city! And guess what? We have a celebrity couple sighting!” She turned the camera to us, smiling like she had just discovered a gold mine. I panicked. “We’re not—” Nathaniel wrapped an arm around my chair, leaning in like we were the happiest damn couple alive. “Hi, Bella’s followers,” he greeted smoothly. “Glad you could join us.”

"What's the meaning of this, Bella? And you,Noah what are you doing here?” “Since you weren’t around,I had to accompany her,” he responded coolly. Bella shifted uncomfortably in her chair, hesitating for a moment before she spoke. "I've been offered a recording deal, Aaron. Dante Corp is interested in signing me as an artist." I felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. Bella as a recording artist? The implications, the scrutiny, the public eye—it was more than I could bear to think about. And Noah sitting right besides her like he was her partner or something only infuriated me all the more.

“Yes, if they find you charming, they spend more on you so that you can satisfy them by selling your body to them. Do whatever they want. The reward is handsome, Lily, think about it.” Surprise struck me hard as my mouth fell open. “You want me to venture into onlyfans? To sell my nudes?!”

Kelly spreading her ass cheeks and teasing her tight little asshole. Titles like “Lonely Step-Mom Needs Young Cum” and “Husband’s Away, Mommy Plays.” She had an OnlyFans account with hundreds of subscribers. She was selling her body online while pretending to be the perfect wife and mother. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I was about to blow my load right there when I heard the shower stop. I barely had time to lock the phone and set it down before Kelly stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was wet, skin flushed from the hot water.

“Reyna’s in the box like a good little gift.” Gasps rippled through the church. Jade’s face went white. “Turn it off! That’s not…” But it kept playing. More men joining in. Jade getting passed around, begging for more while they covered her in cum. Then the clip shifted to my father, Senator Briggs, pressed against the wall with Mrs. Calloway, her tits out, moaning as he fucked her standing up. “Your married pussy feels so good,” he grunted. “Take it just like old times.”