Brady Potter Onlyfans Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

Shine hunched over her desk, the glow of her monitor reflecting her flushed cheeks. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, not quite ready to close the tab. Her OnlyFans page stared back at her, with its subscriber count ticking up lazily, tipped messages piling up. One thumbnail caught her eye: her hands squeezing her heavy, milky breasts, nipples leaking just enough to glisten under the camera's unforgiving lens. That video had garnered over twelve thousand views in just a few hours of posting it.

I pouted briefly until I saw Brady approaching my pussy with his dick in one hand and the retrieved digital camera in the other. He stuck the head of his hard dick just inside the entrance to my vagina and then focussed the camera, the flash followed a few times as he got the shots he wanted, then he put the camera down on the coffee table again. Brady pushed forward with his hips, driving himself into my tight cunt. He pushed in halfway, pulled out and then slammed himself home. I let out a sharp yell of pleasure, my pussy gripping him as tight as I could clench. “Oh fuck, I haven’t felt anything like this in so long.” Brady said, withdrawing himself almost completely, then thrusting forwar

What is this doing on his laptop? I had never told him about my OnlyFans or my work on Sensual. Curiosity and a strange sinking feeling made me tap the app with a shaky hand. It asked for a password. I hesitated, then tried my own name on a whim. It unlocked. My heart started pounding as I scrolled through the profile. The username stared back at me. Vee. The little hamster avatar. The generous tipping history. The private session requests. Everything. My hand flew to my mouth. I took several stumbling steps backward, staring at the screen in disbelief.

I rubbed faster, chasing the edge he’d pushed me toward. Another message popped up immediately. Big D: You’re so sexy, Jayla. I need to feel that pussy. My entire body froze mid-grind. Jayla. He’d used my real name. No one on OnlyFans knew that name. My profile had no face reveals, no location, no links. I was careful. Paranoid, even. The only people who knew were family and a handful of old high school friends who had no idea about this side of me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and confused arousal twisting low in my belly. Who the hell was he?

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

I reply, looking down at my phone, unable to stand the scrutiny of my best friend's gaze. "Babe, you're better than Chesters." Sabrina replies, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a sitting position, "You don't want those sleazeballs all over you." "Well, my OnlyFans account hasn't taken off yet, and you and I both know that if you want to make cash quickly, Chesters is the way to go. Besides, I'm a dancer, Brin. I know how to put on a show and keep my distance from people. "

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

Brady's P.O.V. "I'm sorry for intruding. Go about your business. I will quietly leave." He was stark naked with a long thick veined cock; still dripping with cum at the tip. "Holy shit. Don't tell me you masturbated in my shower?" Tamia shouted at him.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, barely audible. This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is your stepfather. Your mother’s husband. But my brain was foggy, drowning in lust and adrenaline and that dangerous thrill of doing something forbidden. I pulled my phone out with my other hand, unlocking it, opening the OnlyFans app. I knew exactly what I was doing. This was my job. I hit record.