Stella Andrews Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Andrew's POV This girl, sitting in front of me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she pulls me into her closer, so close I can feel my strained hard on pressing into the warmth between her legs making me twitch. How is this actually happening, she let me pull her shirt off of her, exposing herself while wearing only a thinly laced bra that barely held much to the imagination. She was like a Goddess sitting here, with me, my hands caressing every part of her that she allows to be laid out in front of me.

The chat instantly erupted with scandalous photos and videos. "Are those people Stella and Victor?" "Oh my goodness! This is insane!" After letting a little time pass to make sure everyone had seen the images, I uploaded even more. Back when Stella tried to sell me to that scam operation, she had gone to their leader herself. Not only had she offered herself in exchange once, but multiple times with multiple men. They had used her to their heart's content for two days before she was given the chance that she asked for. Just a minute ago, she could appear on screen with Victor without flinching. Now she came at me desperately, yelling for me to delete it all.

“You called for me, ma’am?” She gestured for him to come closer, not tearing her eyes from the screen. “Who are the two with Lucy and Vivian?” “That’s Sylvaine,” Andrew explained, nodding toward the young woman. “She’s the most celebrated singer in the city right now. And the man Orion is both a model and an actor. He’s also the nephew of the founder of Tela Filming Industry.”

“This lady I’ve been tracking—she’s… difficult to pin down, ma’am. She’s cautious, careful, but I’ve been hovering for a while. I know more about her than she suspects.” Victoria raised an eyebrow, amused. “Too much talk. Show me now.” Mich slid a folder across the table. Photographs, screenshots, and recordings spread before her like evidence laid out for inspection. Her fingers brushed the images lightly, deliberately, eyes scanning for the details that made her pulse quicken. “Apparently, she’s an online sex worker,” Mich said calmly, leaning back in his chair. Victoria’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. “OnlyFans?” “OnlyFans, ma’am,” Mich confirmed. “Not just that—this man, Mr

“Her name was Stacey Adams back in Miami. She danced in nightclubs. Quiet, low-profile. The kind of girl who didn’t want to be noticed.” Chloe blinked, processing. “Nightclubs?” “Stripping clubs, to be exact,” Andrew said casually, watching her reaction. “She worked at The Starlight Lounge.” A beat passed. “And you’re sure?” “I knew her. We were… involved.” His voice dropped. “She stole money from me and disappeared.” Chloe’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So the post-the-kiss picture going viral - that’s how you found her again?” Andrew nodded smoothly. “Thanks to you.”

This one right here, is too contaminated. My mouth drops open. Stella stops just a few inches from me as she passes me to leave. She leans in, whispering; " Good fuck, huh? How does it feel exchanging a good life for both you and your kids for a good fuck, huh?" She taunts. " Maybe I should also let you know that we get fuck every day. Xander practically wants me everyday; on the bed, on the floor, in the staircase, kitchen and even the bar! Crazy right?!"

Cherry was very angry. Stella quickly pulled her aside as if she was afraid that it would be bad to be heard by others. "Don't say anything else. Keep your voice down! If you are overhead later, we won't even be able to make any deal. Just wait to be caught and beaten up!" Stella said. Before coming here she had checked Andrew's Information. One of the things she found out was that she know that Andrew has a hobby of abuse! Therefore, when Stella saw that the young lady was beaten up to this extent and her whole body was covered with a cigarette butt, it was under her expectations.

“I could get through the day just thinking about my next shoot. The comments. The tips. The way I’d take full control. You know?” “Wait, wait,” James held up his hand. “You watch OnlyFans?” I snorted, grabbing the fresh drink the bartender slid toward me. “Watch? No, James. I’m on it. I do OnlyFans.” His entire body tensed like I’d just told him I ate babies for breakfast. “YOU DO ONLYFANS?! WHO THE FUCK IS ANDREW??????!!” That was louder than I liked. A few heads turned. “Lower your damn voice,” I hissed, shooting him a sharp look.

Stella, seething with anger, shot a vicious glare at Amanda before leaving. Addressing Amanda, she admonished, "Amanda, as my elder sister, you should know your limits. Don't constantly try to claim my friend's possessions for yourself. I won't dare to control you.” With that, Stella angrily turned around and departed. As Stella reached the elevator, coincidentally, its doors opened, revealing Andrew stepping out. Stella’s fury intensified upon seeing him. "Mr.Andrew, you're finally here! Hurry up and rein in your girlfriend. Don't let her go around seducing other people's men! Don't you feel cuckolded?" she taunted.

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”