Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ALENA
So, is this cheating?
It doesn’t feel like it, but if so, who do I belong to?
Loch, who just left? Who’s taking a cold shower because of our kiss? You know, the real man I met this week, who just asked me out next Saturday?
Or @LuvPounder, the OnlyFans account I’ve been loyal to for years?
I’m so loyal, I’m one of the few fans he invites to his private Saturday night video calls. There, we chat with him while he records himself. Like we’re a part of his show before he posts the video to all his fans.
I heard about @LuvPounder from Vale years ago. A member of her cohort, another PhD student, was studying the effects of online sexually explicit platforms on cultural attitudes about sex.
Of course, Vale told me about the most popular male accounts. And of course, I was obligated to check them out. For scientific reasons.
Most accounts weren’t for me.
But @LuvPounder?
How can a faceless man in black leather pants and a long-sleeved black shirt be the most erotic sight to me and a million others?
We know why. It’s not just for his shocking size, though he’s famous for it. It’s for the intimate, dirty way he talks to us, telling us what to do before he comes for us. He makes it so lewd, it’s erotic, almost loving.
So, tonight, I close my blinds. I lie on my bed, wearing a white tank top and pajama shorts. We can’t see each other. Our hot host disables guests’ cameras and microphones. Our usernames conceal our identities too.
But we sure expose ourselves in the chat.
It’s X-rated.
With my laptop beside me, this is the closest a man has been to me in bed. Even Michael, my first, didn’t spend the night. He didn’t want to be caught by my dad, and I didn’t want him to stay. Neither did he.
But tonight, I have all the time in the world.
Usually, @LuvPounder indulges himself for an hour. His stamina is only matched by his trademark: how much he comes. I have no basis of comparison, but his other fans say it’s the hottest thing they’ve seen. Most men can’t come that hard, that much.
But for me… it’s how he makes me feel seen. It’s like he’s talking to me. He sees me. He makes it sound like I’m the only one he wants while he makes me come, several times, before he’s coming for me too.
He’s kept me company for years.
He’s made me feel beautiful and desired.
He’s been my only date, though we’ve never met.
I’m painfully aware I pay a small monthly fee to be with him, but he says he donates the money to charity. So I don’t let the truth take root.
It’s too sad if it does.
Besides, given all the bullshit I’ve heard from men in real life, I’ve preferred my safe, virtual sex life with @LuvPounder.
Until tonight…
For the first time, as his window shows him starting our “date,” I feel shame. I feel guilt.
I want to see what can happen with Loch in real life. It feels like we could be something special. I have no experience. Just hope. Lots of hope. Is that wise or naive? I don’t know.
But I have a commitment to L. That’s what I call him in the chat. I worry that if I don’t show up, I’ll hurt L’s feelings.
I worry I actually believe that, but I don’t care once his image floods my screen. His lighting only showcases his leather-bound crotch, zipped into tight black pants.
It’s his unzipping we crave.
And, oh my god, he’s already hard for us. It’s obvious, and it’s new.
“How is everyone tonight?” He uses a microphone with a modulator, disguising his already-deep voice.
We greet him in the chat. It’s a dozen of us, his loyal orgy of exclusive fans.
DirtTGirl
Feeling guilty. Feeling shy
For some reason, I’m always honest with him. For some reason, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
I keep thinking about Loch while it takes @LuvPounder a moment to see my post in the chat.
“Aw, my DirtTGirl,” he soothes, “you don’t need to be shy with me.
You’re beautiful, remember? Come on; show me.
Lift your white tank top, the one you told me you wear for me, and play with your nipples.
Tug on them gently, then spread your sexy legs for me.
” Suddenly, my breath changes. I obey while he tells another, “You too, HarrySmiles. Pinch your nipples for your daddy.”
L has fans of every gender. I don’t know his true sexuality, but he makes everyone feel included.
“Don’t know how long I’ll last tonight,” he warns us, pouring a generous amount of lube over his leather.
It glistens while his fingerless, black leather-gloved hands caress his covered shaft.
“I’m so fucking aroused. I saw a hot ass today that got my dick so hard, I almost came in my pants and didn’t save my cum for you tonight.
I should’ve had a cold shower but didn’t want to miss our date. ”
What is it with men and cold showers?
I type it in our chat.
He chuckles, sounding deliciously depraved with his modulator. “My innocent little DirtTGirl. Cold showers are the only thing that’ll soften my dick cuz I’m already so fucking hard for you tonight. Want to see?”
He’s never done this. He’s never teased us with an unzip this early in the hour.
The chat lights up, and he laughs at a comment. “SilverZaddy and CherryGirl, you’re already being bad for me? You’re about to come on your double dildo and won’t let me please you first?”
Those two are a couple. A dream couple if you ask me. They’ve been married for thirty years, and L helps to keep their sex life alive.
Tugging on his zipper, he goes down the roster. He checks on everyone, saving me for last. “What about my DirtTGirl? Does she have her dildo? Is she ready to play with her pussy for me?”
I can’t help it. He does this to me.
DirtTGirl
Please, Sir. I have my dildo he leaves it proud and exposed. Lying back, it’s obvious his tip reaches past his belly button. He must have a ten-pack of shredded abs. They flex under his thin black shirt.
Grabbing his bottle of lube, he pours more over his bare shaft before he flexes it, making his dick jump. “Is this what you want? Does my thick cock turn you on?”
The chat lights up, begging for it.
But I’m silent, and he notices. “DirtTGirl, look. You’ve made my cock so hard and wet with your mouth. Now, it’s time to play with your pussy for me. Come on. Pull your sexy pajama shorts aside and show me that pretty pussy. Rub my fat tip over your clit.”
He remembers what I wear, every detail I’ve exposed in the past, as he swipes his fingertip over his dripping slit. He’s not even stroking his cock. He just keeps flexing his pelvic muscles, making his hard dick drip and jump, and I moan, always obeying him. Lost in that subspace he lures me into.
Pulling my shorts aside—I’m not wearing panties—I rub my spit-covered dildo over my clit.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” He sighs like he can see me. “Just like that. Spread those lips for me. Those cheeks too. I’m warning you. Get ready to take this big cock, pounding you so hard.”
HarrySmiles
Fuck yeah daddy pound my arse with that cock. I’ve never seen a dick so big. I’m going to cum while you fuck my arse, please leather daddy
Why does it arouse me how L can turn so many on?
Lightly fisting his shaft, he barely thrusts his hips, grunting for Harry. He takes him there. “You want Daddy’s cock? Like this? Come on. Fucking take it. Take it in the ass. I’ll give it to you so fucking hard while you come for me.”
It’s his signature. L wants to please us, to make us come. Usually, we do it a few times in an hour. Honestly, we’re addicted. We can’t resist him.
He’s posted hundreds of our video chats, sharing them with millions; no doubt, making them all come.
Even if he weren’t hung like an invading alien from another planet, I suspect L could rock anyone’s world with his technique alone.
“Oh, JuicyLips, you like it when I do this for you, don’t you?” Per their request, L smacks his rigid shaft several times, grunting. “Uh, you like that? You want to be a whore for me? You want to come?”
JuicyLipsNLondon
We’re coming. We’re coming. He gets off on you smacking that big cock for him. Let us hear it
Guess @JuicyLips has a date tonight. She usually does. She gets off on men getting off on L.
While @DanTheMan is usually solo and claiming his dick is bigger. No one believes him.
@ProudWhore says her husband is a cruel asshole and selfish fuck. It’s why she’s here. I suspect he’s a politician, too, so I’m happy for her; at least she gets self-love.
ProudWhoreinDC
I’m fucking my ass for you, LP. I’m such a whore for you. Tell my husband what a little dick he is
L laughs. It rumbles, resonating in my bones. “You deserve a good ass fuck, my whore, don’t you? Now play with that pretty clit too. Show your pathetic husband what a slut you are for a big dick fucking your fine ass.”
I can hear her moaning from the nation’s capital.
“Where’s my DirtTGirl?” He calls for me, but I can’t stop thinking of Loch. It makes me confess.
DirtTGirl
Wishing I were riding your huge dick with my wet pussy while you suck my nipples and finger my virgin ass and make me come so hard for you. I want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs
“Oh, fuck.” His breath gets heavy. “Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want you. How I want to fuck you so long, you forget what day it is. Oh fuck.” He sighs. “I finally kissed you today. I heard you moan for me and…”
He trails off, his fist jerking harder while I’m left wondering who L kissed. And if I’m jealous or aroused. Think I’m both. I think he’s making me come. He does it so fast, so many times.
The chat blows up.
L’s never revealed a detail like that. He never shares his personal life.
“Fuck yeah, fuck that dildo from your nightstand.” He assumes it’s what most of us use. “Yeah, that’s it. Think of me and pound it hard.” He switches his grip to a backhand pump. “Come on. Want me like I’ve wanted you, so fucking bad for so fucking long. I don’t care what anyone says.”
EroticinNYC
Please let us see your face. I bet ur so hot and I’m so close
She asks every time.
For years, I’ve been dying to know, too, but suddenly… he has a face. I imagine Loch, and for the first time, I stop watching L on the screen and close my eyes.
I only listen to L grunting and huffing. He taunts us, telling us how he’s tasting his drops of precum. Usually, I watch him do it, swiping his finger over his fat tip, but right now…
It’s Loch. It’s how he’d sound fucking me. It’s all I can imagine, pumping the dildo inside me, my desperation deep and aching.
“Fuck, fuck yeah…” He grunts, his breath huffing, desperate, almost delusional like me. “You have no fucking idea how bad I want you, Ba—”
He chokes on a word, and my eyes snap open.
Was that—?
No… it can’t be Loch. It’s just me, thrusting the toy harder into my body, needing it to be true. I can barely type with one hand. It’s trembling.
DirtTGirl
I want u 2
“Oh fuck.” L sighs, jerking his cock, reading my reply. “You finally want me too? Oh shit.” The heavy grunt he makes, letting go of his shaft, like he’s close to coming, is the biggest turn-on.
DirtTGirl
Yes I need u. Make me yours
I can barely type. Can barely breathe, imagining it’s Loch wanting me.
“Uh, fuck.” But it sounds like L’s in pain. His fists grab his shaft, jerking. Thrusting his hips, the lustful sounds he makes are the most erotic I’ve ever heard. I’m tempted to close my eyes, imagining Loch again, but L is too beautiful right now.
He growls, stroking faster and faster. “Yeah. Oh fuck, yeah, give me that tight cunt. Tell me, who owns you? Who fucking owns you?”
“You,” I stammer, lips shaking.
I type it in the chat.
Quickly, he lowers his zipper even more. Cupping his balls, his body starts shaking, his fist feverishly jerking the base of his thick shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah, you’re mine. So fucking mine.”
Usually, L waits for us to come, to put it in the chat, but not tonight.
His breath strains, ragged. His deep grunts lift into pained, husky gasps, the sound of his pleasure always taking me over the edge.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, yeah, take this dick.” His fists stop pumping. He releases his shaft. It hovers, heavy and throbbing, while he grunts, “Fuck, I’m coming for you, A—”
He chokes, silenced by his groaning orgasm, his milky cum, spurting far and splattering his black shirt.
If we could see his face, it’d be on his lips.
He shoots it that hard, that far, and it makes him grunt, his pelvic control epic and only making him spurt more cum, so much cum, his cock jumping, pumping with each release.
It’s beautiful. You can even see the ab muscles beneath his shirt contracting with his relieved moans.
God, the need to kiss him right now.
My eyelids drop. The orgasm L gives me shakes down through my trembling body, clenching everything tight, but there’s no one to grab. It’s a lush and lonely, painful release.
I needed it to be real this time.
I needed… Loch.