Legacies

He couldn't help but think how she must feel when she looked at the stats. Would she feel good, excited, or confused? He doubted the many thousands of views on this specific part of the video, which had to do with curvier women watching to make themselves feel better.

It worked for him, though; he was now rock-hard.

With more than a little of his blood no longer in his brain, his mind wandered, and he remembered her insisting that he shouldn't look at her old Instagram. He was curious--very curious. He pulled up his phone and clicked on her Instagram, but out of habit, he clicked on WanderingHippy, the old one.

The old account didn't look like he remembered; something had changed majorly. The pictures were no longer of food and drink with her cleavage front and centre. These pictures were all cleavage, no food in sight. This was now only advertising one thing: herself.

He saw a live story on her account and clicked it. His jaw dropped. It was a picture of her kneeling on her bed but leaning backwards. She was wearing a piece of black lingerie that had been pulled down under her breasts, which were totally exposed to the camera. What made the picture even more sordid was her hands on her waist. They were pulling the material of the lingerie up between her legs and into her pussy. The effect was that her pussy lips were visible like slabs of meat on either side; they weren't shaved. Which surprised him.

Over the top of the picture were shiny stars that covered the nipples and her vagina. Only the stars didn't really cover anything at all.

The overlaid text read, "Discount on my OnlyFans, five dollar special rate if you sign up today."

The image changed; this time, the image was of her doggy style. Her ass filled the screen. This time there were three stars, one for each of her holes and another on her back, which could only have been covering some lucky bastard's cum.

The text read, "Just shot some new hot content for my top-tier fans. Sign up if you think I'm worth it."

The only issue was that the picture wasn't taken in this house, or in fact, in the UK. He could see an American plug socket on the wall, not a UK three-pin socket. So this couldn't be something that had "just been shot". Maybe she had just used an old picture. That was possible. But why wouldn't she have just taken a new one?

He looked at the tag at the bottom to get her Onlyfans user name. Then, he opened Google. He typed the user name and added "Onlyfans leaks." After about five minutes of searching, he'd found a forum link with one thousand three hundred and thirty-two images of her.

She was prolific.

These pictures were different from her Instagram ones. They were not glamorous; the lighting wasn't well done, they weren't well-framed, and there were no filters. These were gritty, gonzo pictures. They seemed to be self-shot; in many of them, she was trying to hide a little red remote, which she must have used to trigger the camera. She wasn't smiling, she had little makeup on, and she either looked awkward, sad, or both.

As he clicked through, he could even see some nude photos of her pregnant. He remembered hearing the baby crying in the background of one of the videos. So she was a mum. Yet she was here alone, all on her own. Had something happened to her child? Was that why she was running?

That thought left his head when he scrolled down to the full porn stuff. There were actual pictures of her with a cock between her tits. They were the real deal; this was no fake plastic dick.

He clicked on, his heart beating fast, as he almost forgot to breathe. The following picture was her leaning down to lick the tip of the cock. After that was a photo of her with a pool of cum at the top of her tits. The next was her tilting her head forward to lick the cum. Finally was a picture with cum splattered all over her tits and face.

Someone she had clearly trusted had taken these pictures. So where was that person now?

At the end of the pictures was a gif. He clicked on it with a trembling finger.

WanderingHippy was on her knees in front of a guy who was jerking his cock. She was smiling up at the camera. She already had cum on her chin. She opened her mouth for one last spurt, which landed in her mouth; she swallowed it, smiled and laughed.

"Fuck," he said out loud. He sat back.

Her old content had been almost family-friendly. Fun reviews of food and drink. But this? This was just low-quality fetish porn. She'd ruined her life; it had taken him five minutes to find the hardcore porn of her. It was free, and it would be there forever. No amount of takedown notices would ever be enough.

The noises upstairs changed; she was no longer talking, and it sounded like she was just moving around. She must have been packing her stuff, so he paused and forced himself back into his pants.

In his aroused state, he formed a plan. A plan of how he was going to get to fuck this married plus-size MILF of an Onlyfans whore.

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His plan didn't survive first contact with the enemy, but no plan ever does.

He burst through the bedroom door without knocking; he found her standing with her back to the door next to the full-length mirror. She was looking thoughtfully. It was a picture of his Dad standing with him and his brother that was on the chest of drawers.

"Oh, hey. You surprised me," she said, with a huge friendly smile. I'm all done, and I'm all yours."

She was wearing a light grey pupilish satin nightwear set, with a pair of shorts that looked like they were designed to be loose but were tight. The top was strappy and was loose almost everywhere apart from where her unsupported tits were resting. The weight of her breasts was pulled from the fabric to form ruffles that were narrower at the top and wide at the bottom. Her hard nipples were poking through the fabric at the bottom of her hanging tits. She looked breathtaking.

Around her feet was a mess of clothes, some neatly folded, some appearing to have been just dropped on the floor. Her tripod and beauty light were folded to the side of the door.

As he looked at her reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but imagine her with cum on her face, standing there naked. His cock swelled even harder inside his trousers.

She turned to look at him.

All he could do was smile at her from the doorway, his mouth felt dry looking at her, and he'd lost the power of speech.

"Sorry, it took so long. I just couldn't get my words out right, and I couldn't get the clothes to look okay; it was really hard work this time. People think it's easy. But, honestly, it's not. I just find the whole trying to look confident thing so awkward. I mean, it's me; when have I ever been confident? But, check this out."

She moved towards him, her tits wobbling as she walked; he didn't try to hide his gaze, but if she noticed, she didn't comment on it.

"So I thought I'd do a TikTok, look at this," she said.

She handed him her phone, and there was a video of herself on screen. She was wearing shiny black leggings and a patterned bustier that had pink straps and did an excellent job of supporting up her tits.

"Press play," she said.

He did; he watched as she started, back to the camera, then she bent forward and pushed out her arse. The shiny black leggings gave her a perfect round shape; it looked like a vast black peach. She then turned towards the camera, and text came on the screen saying, "The Hot Girl."

"I think I got my ass looking good there."

"Your arse always looks good," he said with a smile.

She smiled back. "Not true, you are biased, but I'll take it."

"Is this you and your dad?" she asked.

He looked up from the video to see that she was looking at the picture of his brother, his Dad and him again.

"Yeah," he said, his mind taking a moment to change direction away from her ass. Though he was bewildered why she would even ask about a photo.

"I thought so. You know, I was thinking. My rental is huge, and I have no plans for tomorrow, but I'm travelling free. I could take you and your books back to your house if you wanted. You've been so nice to me, and I'm sure you can recommend some good places for me to visit near you. And I'm sure we could take all of the books."

He decided to play his only card, no matter the cost. When he'd asked her about home earlier, she flirted with him and exposed herself. Was that an attempt to distract him? Would it work again?

"Sounds good. How long do you have before you go home and back to your life?" he asked.

He saw her eyes darken momentarily, and worry creased her brow. Then she smiled.

"Let's not talk about that now," she said, adopting a sultry voice and moving closer to him.

He'd been right; it was the exact defence mechanism. Only now, she was in an empty house wearing satin lingerie.

He did his best to hide his smile. He reached out and pulled her close to him.

"What would you like to talk about?" he asked; she was right against him, so he moved his hips so that she couldn't help but feel his erection.

There was a moment's pause when she felt it, and her brain realised what she was feeling. She moved away from it and then from him.

She didn't say anything at all. She looked confused and upset.

"What's wrong? Is it your husband? Stuff back home?" he said, seeing if the card would work again.

She looked at him, biting her lip.

He needed something else. Something to push her over the edge.

"It's okay, you can talk to me about it. You can trust me," he said. Suspecting talking about it, or even thinking about it, was the very last thing that she'd want to do.

That sealed the deal. She moved towards him, her hand dropping down to press on his erection.

She moved her body in close, her tits pressing against his stomach.

She knew what she was doing with her hand; she pressed hard against his bulge. Then she escalated, finding his zipper and reaching in and pulling out his cock.

She gasped.

"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.

She grinned at him and licked her lips, then lowered herself into a crouch in front of him.

She moved him to her mouth.

She wasn't terrible at giving a blowjob, but if he was honest, most of the thrill was coming from the knowledge that the WanderingHippy was sucking his cock.

He wanted to tear her tits out of the flimsy top. He wanted to hold her head and force himself deep into her throat so that she gagged and retched around him. He held off; he didn't want to scare her. At the back of his mind, he knew It was bad enough that he had manipulated her into this.

"You are so big," she said, looking up at him. He wasn't sure if it was porn talk or if she meant it. He wasn't going to argue either way.

"That must make it a perfect fit for your huge tits," he said, looking down at her. "Should we put it between them?"

He didn't see her shoulders slump, but it felt like they did. Then, almost robotically, she moved to take the top off.

"Leave it on."

"I can't take it back if it's got cum on it," she said flatly.

"I'll be careful," he said.

She didn't reply. She lifted the top, and her tits, briefly caught and lifted by the top, fell into view below the ascending satin.

"It'll be easier up on the bed," he said, finally putting her out of her misery.

Without waiting for her reply, he lifted her arm onto the bed so that her head and part of her shoulders were hanging back over the edge. The result was that her tits were perfectly placed at the start of the mattress.

She didn't move other than to scoop her tits up from the sides of her rib cage and press them together. He noticed how perfect her red-painted nails were; they contrasted with the rest of her body.

"As tight as you can," he said.

She didn't reply, but he saw her flesh compress, and the tight line of her cleavage deepened.

Then he stepped forward so that her head was now between his thighs, but her tits weren't quite close enough, so he roughly pulled her forward by her armpits.

He rammed his cock between her tits. The precum and saliva on his cock combined with her breast sweat so that he glided into the void like satin over lace.

"Fucking hell Fuck, WanderingHippy's tits," he said, not caring that he made no sense.

It only took him two thrusts before he realised that her hands were dwarfed by her tits; there was more than enough room for his too. So he put his hands above hers on either side of her breasts. He laced his one thumb over her nearest finger, and she blindly responded by wrapping her finger around his. Working together, they crushed her chest together to create a sordid fuck tunnel of tit flesh for him.

Sliding through her tits felt good, really good, but the view was better. Her tits were so enormous that even two pairs of hands weren't enough to cover them, and they made his cock vanish entirely. There was no sign of it coming out under her chin, and if he were to cum, it would be lost somewhere in the black hole of her cleavage.

He wasn't ready to cum yet, though. Not when there was so much of her to explore. He moved a hand from her tits and hoped that she would continue to hold them tightly enough together; she didn't let him down. He moved his hand down.

He got his hand to just above the waistband of the shorts and paused a moment just long enough to tighten his thighs around her head. Just in case she objected, he'd have to hold her in place. Then he pushed inside.

He needn't have worried. She moaned, her legs opened, and his finger found her fuck hole and entered. She was wet and hot as hell. Her pussy lips were plump and totally smooth.

He relaxed the grip with his thighs and slid another finger into her. She responded by moving her hips so that the angle was better. He couldn't believe how easily she was giving up her pussy. For a moment, he forgot about the sensations of his cock fucking her tits and focused solely on his fingers that were bulging out the front of her satin shorts.

He pressed another finger inside her, and she was suddenly taking three fingers like it was nothing. The only resistance was from those fleshy pussy lips. He suspected it would be so easy to fist her, at least physically; whether she'd let him was another matter.

Instead, he changed tact; he removed his fingers from her with a wet sucking noise. He then moved to where her hooded clit was trying to hide.

She started responding immediately, moaning beneath him and rotating her hips; this was going to be an easy win. Then unexpectedly, she let go of her tits and reached for the waistband of her shorts. She started to pull them off. Her tits, suddenly unsupported, collapsed to the sides, leaving his cock stranded and resting on her sternum in a puddle of precum and salvia.

He put his hands on top of hers, stopping her from moving, and then he pulled his cock back, leaving a trail along her skin and onto the satin top that was still around her neck.

He stepped back. Her head was still hanging down. Reaching down, he cradled her head and supported it upright so he could look down at her.

"I can't cum in these shorts, I have to return them," she said.

"Shhh," he said to her, then he brought up the fingers that had just been inside of her and fed two of them into her mouth. She hesitated for just a moment, then she sucked them in.

"It's a bit late to worry about that now; you are very wet."

She made a whining noise around his fingers.

He'd kept one finger for himself and lowered his head to suck the remaining finger into his mouth whilst she still sucked on the others.

The taste was like a mixture of salt and sweat, but it was the most erotic taste in the world.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and finally kissed her. Her lips tasted like her pussy. For a moment, she hesitated, then she gave in, and she started kissing him back, her tongue tentatively seeking out his.

He broke the kiss, and her eyes looked at him in confusion. He moaned, stood up and lowered her head back down so it was once more hanging over the edge. As soon as her head was down, and without asking, he fed his cock into her trapped mouth. He could only see her chin, but he remembered how friendly and chatty her mouth had been, and now it was just another fuck hole. He moaned at that idea.

He noticed her hands were limp by her side, so he picked one up and moved it downwards towards her pussy. Instead, he moved her hand so it was on top of the shorts, above her clit. There was no way she wouldn't love the feel of her wet pussy through the satin.

She resisted momentarily, then gave in, and her hand started moving.

"Good girl," he said.

He was rewarded with a moan.

He then scooped up her right breast with one hand on either side. He squeezed and just managed to get his fingertips to touch. He was crushing hard, but she didn't react.

"Fuck," he hissed, thinking of what he had in his hand, then lowered his head to suck on the perfect nipple that sat atop her dark areola.

That did the trick, and within moments, she was bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm. As she came, his cock fell from her mouth, allowing her to gasp and breathe. In return, he squeezed her captive breast even harder.

"Mmmmnnhggghh," she moaned in discomfort, but her orgasm seemed to get more intense, her body thrashing and bucking on the bed.

She finally lay still, and the hand on her shorts was still just cupping her pussy. He released her breast and moved her back on the bed so that her head was supported. She smiled at him, perhaps a thank you for making her comfortable.

"Fuck, I've never had anyone do this to me," she gasped.

He smiled and climbed on the bed next to her.

"And I've never been with a girl like you. You are a lot of fun."

She smiled, and as she was distracted, perhaps thinking of a reply, he climbed on top of her and pulled her shorts to the side.

"What are you..?" she started to ask.

But the question was pointless as soon as his cock entered her pussy.

He sank into her like she was made for him, like a sheath for his sword. Usually, he had some awkwardness achieving full penetration, but not this time.

"Oh fuck," she gasped and then added, "You shouldn't."

"But here we are," he said and leaned down to suck that same nipple into his mouth. He noticed how much darker he had made it compared to her other one.

"Oh god. Your big..." she gasped. "But.. we can't do this."

"Are you sure?" He asked, pulling out until just his tip was in, then sinking back inside her.

"Mmmhmmm, this is bad. I'm never like this.. what are you doing to me?"

He didn't reply; he wasn't sure he could focus enough to speak.

He started slow, with steady, long, deep strokes. But he slowly built up speed until he reached down to grab a handful of her throat.

"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes. Then her eyes flicked open, and there was a wild look in them.

"No, grab my tits..." she rasped out.

His hands reluctantly left her throat and found her tits; he took as much as he could in each hand.

"Fucking grab them harder... like this..." she said, puffing her hands on his and squeezing her tits. " fuck.. I can take it... I need it."

He squeezed hard; in return, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan. He was sure that he felt her pussy squeeze around his invading cock.

"Fuck.. harder.. Abuse those tits," she gasped out.

He didn't know what to say, so he slapped one of her tits before squeezing it again.

"Fuck.. " she moaned.

Her hips were now moving in rhythm with his, making his cock as deep as possible.

"I'm a cheating slut," she moaned, with her eyes closed as she spoke. "Oh fuck.. I'm going to cum."

"What are you thinking about?" He gasped out urgently. "Tell me."

"I'm coming. I'm coming," she gasped out, and she started spasming.