“La Negra Jefe”

From: xBJBx

Baby girl—

You are everything and more. Every night I dream about your smile, your laugh…that cuban link chain around your ankle. You’re so beautiful and fuck, don’t I want you baby I have to ask…

Do you need a man? To touch you? To fuck you? I can be that man for you baby girl…please let me be him. I’ll do anything…give you anything…but please just…think about it…

It’s earnest but confident. You don’t recognize his username. Was he a new fan? You’d been climbing up in numbers for a while now but no one’s ever messaged you about this before. You bite down on your twisted bottom lip, contemplating the first question on your mind: What if he isn’t cute. Or…what if he has a small dick. You don’t have time to waste on bullshit like that. Anything…that really peaked your interest. Sitting Indian style on the comforter you drop your spry fingers to the keys to reply but stop. Were you really about to let a guy pay you to fuck you for content? It’d be a definite first…and you knew some content creators do…and you haven’t been fucked in a good minute…Smacking your lips, you sigh and buck your eyes, settling back on the initial question. What if he isn’t cute.

From: *MSTRSS*

Why hello…

Hmmm…so confident for someone like you, a total stranger, to you even ask me a question like that without even dropping any sort of picture…like I’d fuck someone I’ve never seen before.

I’m thinking…but I need some reassurance lil pup…

You hum a laugh at “lil pup,” since you’ve never given one of your viewers a nickname before, let alone go out your way to reply to one of their messages. But you don’t know…for some reason, this guy has you on the edge of your seat. You can’t place it. Chanting to yourself, “please be fine, please be fine, please be fine,” a message notification goes off and you snatch your laptop up into your lap with a devious smirk. Lil pup was prompt. He’s serious.

From: xBJBx

Oh fuck…I must be lucky…I know you don’t answer anyone’s messages…wow okay…

How’s this for reassurance baby girl…

Abs. That’s all you focus on at first. Just like…ripples of firm, tense muscle under taught red skin. Fuck he’s RIPPED. Jaw dropped, you guffaw at the screen with an astounded smile. He’s more than cute…His veiny arm just out of frame gives the inclination that he’s holding his dick but he’s cropped the image right at his pelvis. Lil pup is a tease that’s hot. Okay, alright, you nod, impressed with what you see and just as you’re about to reply with kudos…your phone chimes over on your nightstand. A Cashapp notification for…

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

No fuckin way…you look at the amount that hits your account with stunned bulging eyes. Fifteen hundred dollars?! Tossing your phone down on the bed, your trembling fingers go back to your keyboard.

Lil pup…

…are you sure?

No fuckin way this man wants you one-thousand, five hundred dollars bad. Now you panic, wondering if this dickhead is a catfish or just fuckin with you. You don’t like bullshit…and no one should ever have the audacity to play you. He can keep all of that. But looking back at that picture, of that brawny, chiseled body, you hope to Fates this man is really real. Because you really want to feel that weight on top of you a complete mess. Message notification dings again.

So fuckin sure baby girl…trust me…

…is this you saying yes?

Please say yes…

With an annoyed huff and so done laugh, you almost flip your laptop off your bed. Wow. Your stomach summersaults The image of him open mouth and tongue hanging long, dripping with drool down his big chest fills your eyes. He knows what he’s doing…knows how to really get your attention. He can’t be that new then if he knows what you like. That’s how he got you. That and the absurd amount of money he just dropped into your account. Fixing your laptop back on your folded legs, you smile wickedly at the screen as you type out your rules and stipulations, planning to meet him at an Air B&B instead of your place on the next day you’re shooting content to protect your privacy. Of course he offered to pay for that too, and you refused, but that didn’t stop him from sending you money anyway. Another five hundred was added to your account while you slept. Rubbing your eyes you sniff a laugh at your screen. Lil pup’s a big spender. Ridiculous what men do for some pussy.

The day has come and somehow you don’t feel a bit nervous. You packed up your gear, some of your best lingerie, a bottle of bourbon and head over to the quirky rental for the night. You’re doing this. You’re doing this. And it blew your mind. As you set up, trying not to anxiously look at the time, you play all sorts of different scenarios over and over. How you want to greet him, or touch him. Will it be awkward or stupid hot. How will he smell. Will he even feel good inside you. You try to drown your thoughts out with music, something to get you in the mood as you change into the set you felt appropriate for this man. Something black and see through since something felt so primal about him when you looked at those pictures. As you buckle the last strap around your supple thigh, there’s a solid knock on the front door. Lifting your chin, you take a deep breath and say to yourself, you’re doing this. As you stand up straight, you gently close your eyes, and let your hands run over your curves. Fuck. You feel good, and you know you look good as fuck and you can’t help but grin. You’re doing this.

You work on steadying your baited breaths as you strut on your tip toes toward the door. And it’s like you can already feel his magnetism pull you, already burning up for him. Your fingers wrap around the handle as you take a dry swallow…then turn the knob and slowly draw the front door open to see…

“What…the…fuck…”

No fuckin way…this…this can’t be fuckin real…nah. A nervous giggle sputters from your lips. From his scuffed up leather boots, you take him in—hardly breathing—witnessing him in all his super soldier glory. Metal hand free and shining in the sunlight but a red Buffalo plaid shirt cover his swole arms. Big chest heaving and flushed protrudes from beneath his white muscle shirt. Scruffy and intimidating. Long haired and tender. You guys can’t take your surprised eyes off each other.

“Pfffftt noooo…” you chuckle again, settling on those menacing steel blue eyes, “no fuckin way…you’re…” but you can’t fix your mouth to say shit as he starts to grin at you flabbergasted. “Do…do you know who the fuck you are?!”

Bucky nods, so glad to see you so surprised. “And you’re my mistress…” He announces with an erotic purr, cocking his head to the side with a big sigh, checkin out the outfit you’re wearing just for him. Delighted to see your gold anklet resting around your precious brown skin. He sighs again, louder this time, and licks his lips. God Bucky can’t wait to get his hands on you. “Aren’t you going to let your lil pup inside baby girl?”

You snort a silly chuckle. Lil pup seems so unfair just look at the size of him. What are you going to do with all of that?! Coming to, you shoot him a nervous smile and step to the side with the door, allowing him in and he smells just as sinful as he looks, tucking his hair back behind his ear as he checks with place out.

“If—if I would have known it was you Bucky, sir, uh..I—,” you stumble over your words as you shut the door behind you. Bucky turns with a lopsided smirk and an amused frown. Sir?

“I can’t lie…a part of me thought you did when you asked for a picture.” His happy eyes fall back down your bra and panties as he raises his brows. “Never seen this look on the site. Did you wear this especially for me baby girl?”

His cool eyes dart back up to meet yours still stunned and he dangerously smiles. A hard chill scatters up your spine.

“Would you like a drink?” The question comes out louder than you intend as you scurry to the kitchen for the bottle. You definitely need the burn to bring you back to earth. What the actual fuck is the goddamn Winter Soldier doing looking at your fuckin OnlyFans?!

Bucky chuckles at you being all skiddish. “Sure.” It’s opposite of what he’s seen on your site but it’s sweet. This is going better than he expected. He knows once the sheer shock of it all wears off, you’ll be that confident little minx he loves to get off to.

You can’t pour the drink fast enough, sliding a glass to him standing there checkin you out with a little smirk. You take your drink down in one big swallow, and it feels so good going down you blow a loud huff of breath through puckered lips. Bucky follows suit, still smirking into his glass. He can see you peeping at him from the corners of your narrowed eyes, like you’re still wondering if you’re seeing things. Then he notices your fix resting on his metals fingers resting on the counter.

“Do you wanna touch?” His cool fingertips drum. “See if I’m the real deal?” He huffs another laugh scooting his hand towards you hesitant on your reach. “Go on baby girl…” His words are so soft and sweet you drop your hand, your heart going ballistic as you wrap your fingers around the smooth vibranium. Letting go of a pant the same time Bucky tries to suppress a moan, you feel nerves settle and a rush of warmth sweep you from head to toe.

“You can feel me?”

Fingers shift and lock between one another. Bucky resists shutting his lids for he always wanted to see your hand in his. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Your rings and long black nails intertwined with his bionic fingers.

“Of course,” he sighs squeezing your hand, “and it’s like a dream come true baby girl…”

That bourbon’s finally got you feelin like your normal self again but so does the fascination of him being right here, holding your hand, searching for air like you’re taking all his oxygen just by your touch. The contrast of the cold metal against your clammy palm feels so good. Taking his hand off the counter, you draw a breathless Bucky near and place his mechanical hand on the crest of your ass poking out from your panties. A shaky sigh falls from his lips down the bridge of your nose.

“What about this?” You whisper, resting a nervous hand in the center of his swollen pecs just to feel his erratic lungs. Bucky watches you press yourself into his heat, your breast plump as they push into his hard body. “Can you feel this lil pup?”

The corners of your lips twitch with his as he slowly nods and swallows hard. “Mm yes, yes baby…” His metal fingers grip a nice chunk of your prickly skin. “You feel better than I ever imagined mistress…”

You sigh a light laugh, wrapping your arms up around his neck, his soft hair falling over your folded forearms. “You don’t have to call me that Bucky. You can call me baby girl. I really like that.” Your lips whisper and tease his as they fall open for a kiss but you deny him with a big smile. “No one’s ever called my baby girl before so…it’s all yours pup.”

He’s so happy to hear it, he strongly slaps your ass with a genial growl, reaching for your mouth that continues to tease him with little licks and weightless brushes. “You wanna be all mine?”

His possessive tenor thrills you when you hear the way he says all mine but what has he done to earn his keep? You giggle again while kissing the tip of his nose and releasing your hold on him.

“Let’s see what you can do first…” you nod for the bedroom with a sly grin, adoring the way he can’t keep his hooded gaze off your body, “and I’ll think about it.”

Lights, camera, fuckin action with the Winter Soldier playing around amongst your dripping wet pussy in front of your laptop. You had two other cameras set up further away for some wide angle shots, mostly for yourself. On your laptop though, you kept the frame tight, only capturing all the action from the neck down. Bucky purposely keeps his signature identifier out of view. Propped up against his heaving chest, you cry out obscenities as he rumbles sinful affirmations in your ear, spreading your folds back for the camera to see how absolutely drenched he makes you.

“Thank you baby girl. Thank you so much.” You fist the covers hearing every bit of gratitude off his hushed words. “Fuck, you make me feel so good baby…just…thank you…”

No matter how vigorously or delicately he fucked with you with his fleshy knuckles, Bucky refuses to let you cum. He just loves to see your hole contract and ooze, loves to hear how loud he can make you shout. Besides, he has plenty of time to make you cum over and over again. You know your viewers are going to get kick out of this once you post it later. You and Bucky look and sound so fuckin hot together. Between his gravelly voice and the way your body tremors, this is bound to get your viewers salivating. Each time he slowly took his hand away, you’d whine pitifully, begging, but that’s what he liked to hear.

“Oh pup,” you whimper, turning to snuggle up under Bucky’s jaw, “lil pup…I want you to fuck me…”

He hums a laughs around fingers stuffed between his lips. Nuzzling you back, he grinds his stiff dick against your back, antsy to get all up in your guts but now that he’s here, he’s starting to think maybe he wanted that moment to be private. Just so he could fuck his baby girl as recklessly he wants.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fuck you dumb but maybe…” He removes his wet fingers from his curly lips to stop the recording. “Maybe with the cameras off…” Suddenly, his cool hand is soothing up your body. Spine arching, you hiss from how icy cold his touch is as it makes its journey up your sternum to the curve of your neck. “Just want it to be you and me baby girl…it’s all I’ve ever fantasized…”

Your face feels so hot. “Yeah pup?” You ask into his scruff. His wrinkled index fingers taps your swollen clit and you flinch with a small gasp. Bucky just smiles and huffs lovingly,

“Yeah,” his steel blue eyes watch your pussy react to his touch, “pounding this perfect little body while you scream, trying to crawl away from me…” you croak a sob; Bucky teases your clit with tiny circles, “but you can’t run from me baby girl…” his words are so hushed as he taunts your sopping wet pussy, “I finally got my hands on the ultimate prize…you…”

Bucky slams your laptop shut then throws you stunned down onto the bed, on top of you in mere seconds as you try to regain focus on his handsome face. You’re completely disoriented from all the edging and how fast he got you on your back.

You shrill, “Bucky!” as he practically tears your bra in half to unleash your pillowy soft tits, flouncing once they’re set free. Gathering them with both icy hot hands, Bucky mauls at your firm nipples a snarl, licking and biting as you howl in pleasure. “Jeeeesus…” you shake and moan, practically dissolving under his ravenous mouth. His stubble feels too good rubbing into your goosebumped skin.

“Oh god baby girl,” His voice suddenly so needy, Bucky fully buries his hot face into your breasts, inhaling sharp as he confesses with a cry, “I’m so fuckin horny for you it hurts.”

Your eyes roll back as you squirm beneath his colossal weight; his fragility combined with his rough touch really makes you tingle all over, especially your throbbing folds aching for his cock that twitches nearby against your thigh. He pinches and twirls your nipples between his fingers, kissing up your neck with hungry pants of breath. Even his little moans and grunts tell the tale of his desire for you and only you.

“My poor lil pup…” your hands run all over his back dimples with muscles you’d never felt on another man before and that drives you crazier, moaning out, “let me ease your pain…”

Bucky takes your mouth with a sinful groan, sinking his tongue down your throat. You wrap your arms securely around his back to hold him even closer. The kiss feels like it’s been in the making, so raw and real that you two really fall into the feeling. Tasting and humming behind buzzing swollen lips, heads turn and tilt. Hips rock and grind. Desperate fists against each other’s scalp. It’s so goddamn hot. And he’s so thick, just like the rest of him, and you thank the Fates each time he gradually ruts his fiery girth right along your slit.

“Fuck, please ease my pain…” His breathless words are muffled into your conjoined lips, “take it from me I need that pussy baby please, please…” Bucky shakes his head, nose and lips smashed as he brutally grinds his pelvis into yours. His scruff burns your chin and cheeks the best way. A dirty moan sounds between you two going for another sloppy open mouth kiss. A hand claws at the waistband of his boxer briefs, dragging them down his hips the best you can until comes and helps pull them off and his heavy dick slaps right down on your swollen clit. You both softly hiss and curse into each other’s painfully locked lips as Bucky uses a hand to position his leaky head at your inviting entrance.

“Oooooh fuuuuuuck,” you croak sinking your teeth into his plush bottom lip, arching up into his solid torso as he shoves his way through your clenched textured walls. It doesn’t burn but the stretch feels just so fuckin right. “Buckyyyy fuuuuuck.”

It seems never ending, him taking his time to inch over every ripple of your insides until he bottoms out with a relieved awe, smiling so big as you flutter and adjust around him so fuckin full in the small of your stomach.

Bucky gulps, “shit…oh shit…” pressing his ice cold hand on your abdomen just to make sure you can feel him deep inside you. “Shit you’re so…”

But he doesn’t finish his thought, just shudders a lusty moan as he slowly withdraws, leaving just the head in for a second, then snaps his hips, shoving it all back inside with a groan. You haven’t caught a breath since he split you wide open.

“Oooh my god yes puppy!” You have to shout because holy shit doesn’t he feel so fuckin good in your guts. And just when you thought his perpetually slow torment is over, the second stroke is just as slow then powerful. Your nails scratch up his back.

“Are you okay baby girl?” A simple check in but it makes your pussy cream anyway. “Is it too much?”

You frantically shake your head, groaning even longer, louder, as he strokes you again. “No—FUCK!” His animalistic thrusts are potent and spine tingling. Bucky bites back a moan as you scratch his scalp, hair so silky soft locked between your knuckles, “No lil pup keep going…”

Bucky fucked you for what seemed like hours, bouncing you off his meaty thighs, laughing at your dumbfounded face. Only the whites of your eyes show, panting out his name whenever he slammed you full. This was more than you expected…from the moment he stood at the door with that little devious smirk until right now, him begging you to, “Cum all over my cock mistress…” for the fourth? Fifth? Time this late summer afternoon. “Tell me you’re all mine…”

He was right there was nowhere to run; he kept a crippling hold on your hip bones, using them as leverage to keep you steady. Skin slapping skin like a fuckin round of applause Jesus Christ this man…

“Yours…” he can barely hear you speak, completely fucked out of your mind, hanging on by a thread, “all yours…lil pup…”

How he hasn’t busted his load you have no idea because you’ve never been this wet, or cum so much, but he holds out mesmerized with how sticky and creamy his dick and balls are. You feel so good to him he could fuck you just like this until the wee hours of the morning. Bucky had a strong feeling if got between your sweet smooth brown sugar thighs that he’d become addicted. And addicted he is. His smile is sick and curly, staring down at the mess between you two.

“Must say I am…I don’t think I’ve ever seen your toys this coated with your cum baby girl…” Bucky spreads your knees further apart to really roll his hips digging you out. Quietly keening you grab your tits and bury your shoulders into the mattress as he hits your spot from a whole new angle. He hums a cute laugh as your walls suction down all around his veiny shaft that finally starts to twitch with urgency. “Again…” Bucky hums like he can taste it on his saturated tongue. Locking his elbows down on your thighs to keep your knees bent, he snatches you closer by your waist and swiftly rolls his ass, spitting down on your fat clit with a crooked grin. “I’m gonna cum with you baby girl…is that okay?”

Whatever he wants... “Uh huh!”

And once you granted him permission, Bucky let’s go with a monstrous groan that fills the bedroom which triggers your climax. Ass off the bed you careen your head back into the pillows with a tiny scream, enjoying sensation of his hot cum coating your pulsating walls.

“Oooooh…oh Bucky…” you slap a hand down on his metal arm as your body convulses, it seems you can’t stop. Voice strained in your tight throat, you see little specs of light fill your vision. “Puppyyyy…fuuuuck…”

Just when you feel like you’re about to pass out, he gently places a flat hand in the center of your chest, delicately coaching you to, “breathe baby girl, breathe…” pressing you gasping for air back down to the bed. “Just breathe…it’s okay…”

You think you feel him go, you don’t know you’re barely here, trying to take his advice but you are so numb you can’t tell if you’re actually breathing or not. Maybe you’re dying, you’ve never gone that hard before and you’re depleted. You start to silently say your goodbyes to no one, drifting off but a cool wet sensation against your worn out folds brings you crashing back to reality. Back to Bucky cleaning you with a damp towel as he kisses your feeble legs spread apart on the bed. Chuckling to to yourself you look down to see his stunning light blue eyes staring back up at you. A pleased grin pressed into your spasming thighs. Fuck talk about after care. Once your pussy’s all cleaned up, Bucky pulls you into a loving embrace and holds you as you guys’ nerves settle, whispering ever so softly,

“I’m your lil pup now. You own me just as much as I own you baby girl…your lil pup…”

But there’s no fuckin way…

Yawning and scratching your arm, you scroll through your page, proudly smiling at your current status all because of that clip you uploaded weeks ago. Reading comments and messages, you lay in a familiar plaid shirt and boy shorts, laughing and shaking your head. The thirst never gets old but the reactions to the video of you and Bucky have you living. So do all the new subscribers and their money. You didn’t expect the influx in viewers but some couldn’t help but speculate who the secret man was. Never have you ever featured a fan. They were frenzied and it was comical. A whole new wave of messages pouring into your inbox, men and women dying to get the same treatment but too bad it was a one time thing. The mattress moves and creeks behind you as he cuddles closely behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to read your screen.

“Morning…” Bucky pecks your cheek as you sigh a sweet laugh. “How many today baby girl?”

Glancing back at your laptop, you shrug, “too many to count,” then turn your head to kiss his in return. “Maybe I should tell them I’m already occupied.” You suggest, tucking his hair back behind his ear as he turns to give you his full attention with an infatuated grin.