Remember When You Peed Your Pants In The Hamptons?

You decide to light a couple of candles before you get your laptop out, hoping that the aroma will help calm the post-argument nerves still running through your body. Lavender and subtle vanilla fills the room, as you relax into your plush pillows.

Your laptop screen comes to life as you tap the touchpad, immediately going to open a private browser. Not that your husband would ever know or care about what you do when he’s not home - especially considering you’ve opened his phone before to see some awful porn blasting. No private browser, no hidden folders, no shame.

The bed that you’re in is not even one that you share with your husband anymore. He always makes the excuse of working too late and “not wanting to wake you” when he gets back past midnight, so he sleeps in the guest room. It stung in the beginning, but you’ve since decided that if the man you married out of convenience in his job providing for you and societal pressure to settle down is going to unabashedly fuck around, you shouldn’t feel guilty about doing the same.

Granted, using his credit card to subscribe to various cam models wasn’t the same level of fucking around that he was doing, but it still gave you some petty satisfaction.

You scroll through the feed of your OnlyFans, biting your lip as you try to decide what video you’re interested in. You hover over the thumbnail of a model named James, wearing a mask over the bottom of his face as he always does as he holds a fleshlight in one hand and his cock glistening with lube in the other.

Before you can hit play and grab the bullet vibe from your nightstand and hit play on the video, you notice the top comment on the post.

[ladyhawk]: funny u posted this right after i posted MY fleshlight video…stealing my ideas bucky? smh

[WhiteWolf]: Kate, stop.

You’ve been bouncing from creator to creator through James’ account often, but you’ve never realized that this recurring commenter is a model themselves. Your curiosity outweighs the temptation of his video, and you click through to her profile.

Unlike James, Kate has her face showing prominently on her page. Her avatar features a fairly innocent (considering what you’re sure the rest of her posts contain) picture of her - a mirror selfie taken at the gym, stradling one of the machines with her thighs spread wide. As if this positioning wasn’t enough to catch your attention, she’s drop dead gorgeous. She’s sticking her tongue out playfully in the photo, and you can’t help but wonder how that tongue would feel between your thighs, how her perfect jaw would look as she licked you.

You immediately subscribe to Kate. You don’t even bother looking at her prices before you fill in your husband's card number.

The video that Kate talked about on James’ page is the newest post on her profile, seemingly posted just a few hours before his video. Kate’s face isn’t showing on the thumbnail, but rather you’re greeted with the sight of those strong thighs kneeling on a plush bed, a thick strapon dangling between them.

Fuck.

You don’t wait any longer and hit play.

“Hey, baby.” Kate appears on camera, and her voice instantly has you enamored. She scoots back and kneels on the bed low enough so that you can still see her face. “I’ve got something really special for you today. Someone very generous requested that I play with this new little toy of mine.”

She holds up the toy that she was sitting in front of: a clear fleshlight.

“Never played with one of these before,” Kate muses, turning it over in her hands, letting her fingers feel the sensation of the silicone. “Never had a need to, y’know? Don’t really have the parts for it.”

She laughs to herself, setting the fleshlight down and panning the camera down to show the massive strap that you saw in the preview. Her long fingers wrap around it as she says, “But you know I love putting on a show for you. And what better way to show off how well I could fuck you?”

You groan, bucking your hips into your vibrator as you feel yourself already embarrassingly dripping wet.

Kate lubes up her strap, giving it long and slow strokes with her hand. “God, I wish I could feel your pussy around me. I bet you’d feel so fucking good, babe. Would you like that? Do you want me to fill you up?”

She readjusts on the bed again, positioned with her face out of sight (much to your disappointment). She stops stroking her cock and picks up the fleshlight again, angling it so that you get a full view of her lithe fingers, wet with lube, sliding into the hole. Kate moans as if she’s feeling the real thing clench around her fingers.

You almost cum right then and there.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So fucking tight. Need to fuck you so bad. Let me make you feel good,” she punctuates her sentence by finally sliding her strap into the fleshlight, groaning as she hears the filthy wet noises as she starts to thrust into it. “Jesus, you’re so wet! Been waiting all day for me to make you cum, huh? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum as many times as you want, baby.”

Kate moves the toy along her strap, bed starting to creak as her thrusts speed up. Even though she’s not getting any pleasure besides the sensation of the harness on her clit, she’s moaning as if she can feel every wet fold.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum with me,” Kate groans, the hand that isn't occupied with the fleshlight moving to the base of her strap. “Want you to cum when I fill you up. Can you do that, please? Please, wanna see you cum so bad.”

Kate’s begging sends you over the edge, and you gush all over your hand and thighs, arousal dripping a pudding under you on your nice sheets. You shake as you keep the vibrator pressed against you, moving away from your overstimulated clit and down to press gently against your entrance as you watch the last of the video, not wanting to miss a single second.

Kate squeezes the base of her strap, releasing a flood of fake cum into the toy. She pulls away at the last second so it drips out. She quickly pans the camera up to her face again, and holds her tongue out to catch the spilled cum. Some of it misses her mouth, and it drips down her chin and down her chest.

You cum again at the sight, this time dropping your vibrator as your hand shakes and grasps the sheets to ground you.

“Tastes even better after it’s been inside you,” Kate hums, wiping a bit off of her chin with her finger and sucking it clean. “Hope you enjoyed, baby. I’ll see you next time.”

The screen fades to black.

Even though you just came twice, in your arousal fueled haze you scroll down through Kate’s page a little further. There are a wide variety of photos and videos. Some with Kate posing with other models, some that are just solo pictures of her in fancy lingerie. There’s even a few ASMR clips. The ones that intrigue you most are the ones that you have to give her a tip to get more than a few seconds of, clearly her more intense videos.

One makes you stop scrolling and reach for your vibrator again. The preview just shows a photo of Kate holding the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen next to her face. It’s easily longer than her head, ribbed and thick.

guess which hole this is going in ;) send $50 tip to get the full video

Surely your husband wouldn’t miss those fifty dollars. You send the tip and the automated message appears in your messages. Even though you know that it’s pre-programed, you can’t help the heat in your face as you read Kate’s message.

[ladyhawk]: thank u so much for the tip! hope u enjoy this monster cock as much as I did

Needless to say, you do. And you enjoy every other video that you end up watching through the afternoon into the evening.

You’ve lost count at how many times you’ve cum and how much you’ve given Kate in tips by the time you reach the end of her feed. The sheets are soaked with your cum and sweat. You’ve never gotten this caught up in a simple masturbation session before, but you just couldn’t stop watching Kate.

As you lay on the bed, trying to muster the energy to get up and shower, a notification appears in the corner of your screen. When you see it’s in the thread of Kate’s messages, you assume it’s another automated one. But this one is unmistakably directed to you.

[ladyhawk]: damn, that’s a lot of tips.

[ladyhawk]: like, the most tips i’ve ever gotten from a single person.

[ladyhawk]: I take it you enjoyed them?

Your mouth goes dry, unsure of how to respond to her. Embarrassment fills your body. What if she thought you were a total creep? No, probably not, from the sounds of it. But the post-nut clarity hits you like a truck.

Until her next message.

[ladyhawk]: with support like that, I’m more than happy to do a custom video for you, baby.

After five minutes of debating what to say, you finally muster the courage to type out your reply.