Kiki Peach Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Frank did a double take—her name rang a few bells. Kiki giggled in her sweet voice. "I'm just an ordinary streamer. Sorry about the getup, but I really hate the paparazzi." "Oh. Pleased to meet you." Frank nodded. "No way! You don't know who Kiki is?!" a woman sitting a little far exclaimed in shock as she stared at Frank. "She's the ever sweet streamer who's always been appearing in clips—" "Yeah, she's so popular! All of Draconia knows her!"

"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her F******k? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.

Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level. Comments exploded. 'Show that pussy!' 'Make it hurt.' I tossed in a hundred bucks for a private zoom, my cock leaping back to attention.

It’s Katie. My 19-year-old stepsister Katie has an OnlyFans. I click. The username is “KittyKat19.” Hundreds of videos. Thousands of subscribers. I watch five clips with the volume low, heart hammering, cock already hard. Every moan is the same one I’ve heard through the wall when she thinks everyone’s asleep. By sunrise I have screenshots, a full folder, and an email draft addressed to Mom with the link and the caption “You should see what Katie does for money.”

After taking the screenshot, Sophie Kenwick saw a private message from the president of Josh Batton’s fan club. “Greetings, my name is Peach, and I’m the president of Josh Batton’s fan club. I wish to invite you to join our core management team. Would you like to do that?” Peach wrote. Sophie was apprehensive about joining them because she wasn't familiar with all this. Soon, she received another message from Peach. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do much upon joining. We will only be chatting in the group and plan for upcoming events.”

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

I slid into the backseat, scrolling through I*******m absentmindedly, until I noticed the driver glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Yo, why you staring?” I snapped. “I recognize you from an OnlyFans group. Your fan name is Jasmine, right?” he said casually. My heart froze. “How dare you? You’re classifying me as a slut?” “No… no, ma’am, not at all. But I’m very sure it’s you. I’m your biggest fan. I watch you when you livestream. I’m also your top gif—” “Can you shut the hell up?” I cut him off sharply.

The deal we eventually have comes to take a lot of negotiating. My demands? I want Anna to quit Onlyfans and give up her budding, fledgling p**n career. That is the toughest sell, especially when I learn how much cash she is generating. But having something she wants, (my cock — never would have been able to predict that this is what parenting will come to), I am able to get her to really listen to me as I talk about the impact it can have on her future, and the impact it is having on her right now. I learn that Kiara's sister is doing it too, but without any of the nudity Anna is offering on her site, and that Anna feels she can no longer talk about it with Samantha, making her feel isolate

I turned, and watched as a gorgeous, tall, complete naked black woman came around in front of me. She had long legs and a short torso, wide hips, a narrow waist, and very generous tits with enormous, nearly-black nipples. Her pussy-which was right at eye level-was shaven, smooth, and very dark. "I'm Kiki," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. Titling her head toward my wife, she added, "You're the new couple, Holly and Ted, huh?" She reached for my belt, and went on, "You're the kinky voyeur who helped Lana out of her dickophobia."