I was looking through OnlyFans, a brand-new website that allows users to financially support one another by exchanging images and videos. It is legal and regulated.
No one knew my age, sex, or any other personal information because I created an anonymous account and included nothing at all in my profile except a photo of Bart Simpson. However, many women wanted to sell me videos and selfies.
Then, as I was searching for someone who might live in my general vicinity, I was pleasantly surprised to see my sister-in-law staring back at me in sexy lingerie and all made-up.
My sister-in-law, Val, is the partner of my wife's brother. She is short and attractive, in her mid-twenties.
Despite using a screen name that was not hers, it was obvious from her profile and photos that it was hers. Her profile read that she was single and gave a fictitious occupation, all of which I knew was a lie, but I was still curious and wanted to find out what she was up to.
Since joining her page was free, I did so and watched to see if she got in touch.
When I first saw her free photos, I was astounded by how gorgeous she was, despite the fact that they were not naked. Her actions were unlike anything I had ever witnessed.
We quickly began chatting via the direct message system after I left comments on her posts.
I continued to pretend that I was just another punter who was eager to learn more about her because her comments and remarks became quite naughty and sultry as we conversed.
I told her that I was excited to see more of her after listening to her lies and making out and that I loved her profile and photos. She then offered to send me something a little sexier.
A message box with a collection of unlocked photos and a short video that I had to pay to unlock to view was sent to me shortly after.
I wanted to know how much my sister and her partner, Martin, knew about this little minx's adventures and what she did for fun.
When I finally thought about it and told Val why I had not unlocked her post, she insisted, "Done it especially for me." After paying the fee, I was able to access both the erotic video and the collection of images.
She was wearing some sexy lingerie in the photos, which showed off more and more of her nude body until she was just wearing a thong and stockings. I had never seen her in a bikini, much less naked, so I was pleasantly surprised to see them.
Since it featured her dancing in her lounge and was a live strip from the same lingerie, I recognised her immediately. Val was incredibly small, but she had a remarkable set of firm, full breasts with pierced nipples. She looked amazing and was beautifully made up as well.
She hinted that the second set she posted was much hotter and included a dildo, but it was more expensive. I replied that I liked what I saw and acknowledged the post.
I quickly paid and unlocked the new set, which was hotter than the first one as she had promised. It showed Val naked on her bed, giving herself a dildo in her pussy, then sucking on it while staring straight into the camera and swaying her big, juicy tits as she talked to me. The video was quite long.
Val had a lucrative job as a PA and always came across as shy and reserved, so this was especially surprising.
I was struggling just to watch the videos, so I had to rub myself.
Val then asked to see a picture of me, which I of course declined. I thought about sending her a picture of my dick after she asked to see it.
I sent Val my erect photo of my cock instead of the one she requested shortly after. I sent four pictures of my dick in total, showing it in different states—from limp to erect.
She was giving a blowjob to a man who was not Martin, and he was pointing his load in her face from a safe distance as Val shared more explicit videos and pictures.
Even though purchasing her videos was getting out of hand and expensive, I was absorbed in the discussion, which went on for days.
I asked her where she was from, acting as though I did not know anything about her. I knew where she lived and told her I lived nearby, so I knew she was being honest for once.
She seemed hesitant at first, but I was surprised when she accepted my casual invitation to grab coffee.
In order to avoid being recognised or even noticed, we agreed to meet at a busy restaurant on the outskirts of town. Val explained what she would wear, even though I knew her and could see her face on her profile.
Since I had a table reserved, I made sure to face away from the door and instructed her to ask for the number of the table when she arrived.