Nikki Baker Onlyfans Novels & Stories

' The chat scrolled with anonymous bids, pervs like me drooling digits for closer angles. The stream buffered, then sharpened...a sleek Manhattan apartment, floor-to-ceiling views of the Empire State, but the real view was her. Mid-twenties, yoga-toned, naked from the waist down on a yoga mat, blonde hair in a messy bun. She panted into the camera, phone propped on a tripod. "Okay, guys, contractions are five minutes apart. Bid high if you want me to angle the mirror." Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level.

**** Nikki's POV I strutted out of the woods, feeling the thrill of my plan coursing through me. Yes! I’m Nikki, the queen. I’d orchestrated this perfectly, and if everything went as planned, Hailey would rot in that hole, left to be nothing but a whisper in the trees. She’d dared to cross me, to steal what’s rightfully mine—my spotlight, my attention. No one messes with Nikki and walks away unharmed. Now, she will be food for the wild!

I wants to cum so badly - I wants to cum so hard. Yet there is something I need. I figure if I am in for a penny, I am in for a pound, and I take a break, reaching for my phone and open up the page I want: OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna. I scroll until I find the video of her masturbating. Those tits. The way she'd felt under my hand. God. How tight her little pussy would be. She was a virgin.

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.

Show her the pictures," Nikki hit him a couple more times, forcing him to take out his phone and find the evidence. He turned the phone around so I could see what was on his screen. The photo was of a nerdy teen, with clunky braces and thick black glasses which failed to hide his acne-scarred face. If it weren't for the boy's piercing green eyes, I would have doubted that it was of the same guy who was now sitting beside me. "Ok, I retract my previous statement," I announced. "Nikki, you're a miracle worker." "I certainly am," she joked, brushing off her shoulders, "and given that your starting point is like a million times better than his was, it shouldn't be too hard to make sure every guy

I needed to distract myself, to do something to take my mind off these thoughts of her or I might just hurt myself even more. That was when I remembered my boredom breaker, and of course, my mind soother… I went to the videos I'd saved of the OnlyFans creator I'd been following for a long time, and then, my eyes landed on my favorite video - a steamy clip of this woman with her usual golden brown curly hair, and her face hidden behind a burning red bunny mask. In the video, she was having this hard sex with a guy, and the sounds they made were loud and intense. My best came, and that was her being slammed from behind.

"Damn girl." She laughed, the sound low and raspy. "I'm Nik Pelaez. IT guru of the bossman." She jerked her thumb towards the group of dudes who'd taken over my living room. She reached out, shook my hand. "And if you hurt Ryker, I'll slice you into little pieces and no one will ever find your body." "As long as you realize he's mine and I don't share. You're not playing with Baker Barbie here, toots. I got connections." I raised my brows in challenge.

Melody gasped and pulled away from my mouth slightly as I pinched her nipple. “Shhh, my love; we don’t want people to know what we are doing in here, correct?” I whispered into her ear as I licked the lobe and sucked it into my mouth slightly, biting down and getting rewarded with another stifled yip. In retaliation, she reached her head up to my own ear, licking from the top of it and following through and down along my jaw, the wet path she left felt cool in the open air. She nipped at my chin then, getting the sensitive skin just at the tip. “My naughty little baker.” I stood up then, taking in the sight of her.

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.

“Is everything okay?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned his laptop toward me. My OnlyFans page was open. One of my most popular videos—the full version of the black lace tease—was playing on mute. My own face, partially masked but unmistakable to someone who lived with me, filled the screen. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Damien… I can explain—”