She Felt Safe: A Spicy Fans Romance

By Grace Quirin

Alina – known online as Asha, is an influencer who advertises everything that brings her income.
But not all of her viewers enjoy the things she advertises.
Rob rather enjoys the redhead's perfect body. In fact, she feels safe online.
However, she unthinkingly reveals something about herself. That's all Rob need to get her...

This anthology contains the following short stories:
Hot Ginger Girl
On the lurk
Preparations
Influencer girl
A new star
The babysitter pregnant
The dirty priest's toy
The masseur
Someone else
With a slight shake of his head
In the stables
Out of revenge on the ex
At the festival
At the job interview
The craftsman

Please do not study if you are under the age of 18!
If you like this one, check out some of my other books!
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Feb 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215453513

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Table of Contents

Hot Ginger Girl

On the lurk

Preparations

Influencer girl

A new star

The babysitter pregnant

The dirty priest's toy

The masseur

Someone else

With a slight shake of his head

In the stables

Out of revenge on the ex

At the festival

At the job interview

The craftsman

END

She Felt Safe: A Spicy Fans Romance

Author: Grace Quirin

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Hot Ginger Girl

ping! She's back online. I put down my beer and called up Twitch.

Alina Alexandrov, known online as Asha , appeared on the screen. Hi friends! she greeted us beaming. Today I'll show you some nice things I bought again!

"Hello, Kurva !" I muttered to myself. I wasn't interested in the trash she always presented to us. I just wanted to see the bitch. Her pale, pretty face made an interesting contrast to her red hair. She just looked cute. My latte got hard. Yeah, the girly content didn't interest someone like Robert Hanson, I just wanted to jerk off good and daydream about that redhead slut.

Look! Here's that new shower gel! She waved a white and pink bottle in front of the cam.

Just hold that thing away and show us your hot fuck ass! , I growled inwardly. Asha also entertained her fans with explicit dance moves and twerked in front of the cam. Her round, slightly protruding butt harmonized well with her otherwise very slim figure. Unfortunately, she was currently sitting on it and advertising all kinds of useless shit. She lived in the so-called Asha Mansion , a horny hut, which she also showed us on room tours; a kitschy dream in pink, rose, purple and light blue. She sold that to the girls as reality. I called up a picture of her showing off her amazing ass and jerked off hard. Come on, you pig, show yourself! I called to Asha.

This now stood up and held a blue dress in front of her. It suits me, doesn't it?

I don't care! I growled annoyed and continued to jerk off. You look much hotter in a bikini, you horny fuck piece!

Of course, Asha couldn't hear me and continued to present her pointless purchases. I can't stream much today, she said after a while. Got to go to school tomorrow. She looked at the chat and made a face. "No, Blackraptor69 , I don't want to suck your cock! she ground out. And I don't go along with the other crap you write either."

I grinned to myself. Provoking Asha in the chat was fun. I bet when the camera is off you're a perverted slut who's always horny, I dreamed to myself.

" Thankfully, Dragonbay High isn't that far from school," the redhead remarked.

I started up. Dragon Bay High? It's just around the corner! I immediately decided to look around there when I had the chance. Maybe I'll bump into her sometime . I knew what kind of car that bitch drove, a pink McLaren P1, she'd shown us that many times. After presenting her purchases at length, Asha finally treated us to a little dance in front of the cam, her short black tracksuit bottoms emphasizing her gorgeous ass. Little Rob liked that and I jerked myself off until I finally came. The stream ended soon after, but seeing Asha gave me hot dreams. I imagined banging her mouth, spanking her tight ass and mercilessly impaling her tight teen pussy.

On the lurk

With a sigh of relief, Alina ended the stream. Usually it was fun, but there were always the likes of Blackraptor69 who wrote her perverted or at least explicit chat messages. That's how it was as a horny woman in front of the cam. She sighed softly and went through her messages again. There, another dick pic, the automatic moderator was not above all doubts. There again the friendly request to hold out her butt for intercourse. She made a face and finally logged out.

She showered quickly and got into her new nightwear, a pink lingerie set. She lay down with a sigh. Somehow she liked the idea that men would get turned on by her, whether it was the streaming or the photos she published in between. Her right hand snuck between her legs and she slowly masturbated. Uuuh, yeah, you motherfuckers, have nice dreams about me and jerk off if you want. You won't get my hot body. She groaned hornily and groped for her pink dildo and pushed it into her cunt. Aaah!

***

I tossed and turned. My latte hurt. I still had to think of Asha. What do I do when I actually face her? I pursed my lips, grabbed my phone and texted my buddy Joe, I just found out that the horny Asha lives in the area.

And? , came his curt reply.

What if we could put them in your basement?

There was silence for a while, then an Are you crazy?! return.

Perhaps. But what if we create a fake account and message them? , I replied.

hmm .

I got up and returned to the computer. I found a series of pictures of a pretty blonde on Instagram and downloaded them. With that I started a new page and brought it live. I turned guys' heads under the name Lil Laura . I knew Asha would respond more to another woman than a guy. The first likes from horny men tumbled in immediately. What don't you do to make a horny buckle clear? I wrote to Asha but received no reply. Still satisfied with my plan, I lay down again. It's best if we fake a horny, apparently hip party, then the snail will definitely end up there , I wrote to Joe.

That could actually work , he replied with an astonished smiley.

The next morning I moved around the blocks. I took a week off. I made my rounds with my rusty pick-up. Joe had started a private party on Insta. As Lil Laura , I had already agreed, and finally Asha had responded to my message: Of course I'll help you make it big, sweetheart.

I wrote back: Thank you, love you, mouse. Have you seen the party yet?

Next Saturday? Yes. Is she cool?

I grabbed my smartphone again. Yes, I know the organizers. Are great.

Good. I'm in.

My hands got wet. She is actually coming! I took a deep breath. I just rounded the high school. There was the bitch's pink McLaren. I parked and watched the car . Hey Joe, the bitch is actually there! , I wrote to my buddy.

Real? Cool!

Around three-thirty, Asha showed up. My breathing quickened. She was actually over in the parking lot. The dark blue denim hot pants looked great on her, her round ass made the blood flow between my legs. I'll nail you, you pig, I murmured to myself. I picked up my cam, zoomed in and snapped a photo. She's so hot! With my free hand I jerked myself. Asha got in and drove off. I followed her at a distance. She didn't seem to notice that I was following her. She actually lived not far from the school. I passed the pink house as she pulled into the garage there. So this is the Asha Mansion, I thought and grinned. Apparently, they really don't earn badly with their advertising deals. But it fits her girly image perfectly. I took a picture and returned home.

***

Alina took a shower and lay down on the bed. Her room in the Asha Mansion was painted soft pink. Soft music played and underlined the relaxed atmosphere. Alina fished her big pink dildo out of the bedside table. To be on the safe side, she lubricated it and let the tip circle around her clit. So cool, she murmured to herself. She imagined Laura pampering her and the thought made her pussy tingle intensely. That should be cool with her. But she also liked the idea of unknown fans overpowering her and hitting her hard. Slowly she thrust the pleasure bolt into her cunt. It smacked loudly with every intrusion. She bent her legs and put a pocket mirror between them so she could see everything. Her cunt gaped and let the artificial pleasure dispenser pass. Yeah...fuuuck! she moaned, throwing her head back. Deeper! Lower! she cheered herself on. She had never fucked a man before, only ever done it herself. It would be cool just to be taken by surprise. Handcuffs - and then really fucked. She moaned loudly at this diffuse inner image, because she didn't know who her fucker was supposed to be. Of course she had met fans, but most of them were female and she didn't really remember the few men. Of course, she knew that older men also watched her videos to get turned on. Among them was this Blackraptor69, but he wasn't the only one who gave her a precise description of how he wanted to fuck her with his fingers, a crossbar and a broomstick. Especially in her tight ass. Alina groaned at the thought. Sick – and yet very hot. She lifted her bottom and pushed herself against the dildo. She pushed harder and harder until the hot juice ran out of her column.

Exhausted, she collapsed on the bed. The party could come. If all goes well, I could be with the horny Laura. I would let the horny blonde lick me again and again. She slowly dawned into a sex-intoxicated dream world.

Preparations

The week seemed to go on forever. I cleaned the basement with Joe and stocked the fridge with beer. I followed each of Asha's streams and wrote her lewd comments, which she increasingly angrily replied to. Pretty stupid of her, because she could have just blocked me. But she didn't, so I told her in epic length what I'd like to do with her. One day I'll come visit you and fuck you really hard , I even wrote to her. I imagined her being fucked and humiliated in public. It would shock the young fans, but the old guys would love it. I grinned to myself.

Finally Saturday came. Around noon, I sent Asha, via Lil Laura, the address of the basement—which I glossed over as a club —where the party was to be held.

The bitch confirmed: Glad to see you honey.

Me too! , I whispered back. I showered and then got into my black leather pants, the white shirt went perfectly with it. I can't believe I'll be nailing a horny streamer anytime soon , I thought and pulled my belt through. I had been to Joe's basement a number of times when we indulged in a hot Latina whore. And now it's Asha's turn! I shook my head in amusement.

***

Alina stood in front of the mirror and shaved her cunt. Shallow party music played in the background. She was humming happily to herself because she couldn't wait to meet Laura . she looks hot We would do well in clips together. Four boobs attract more men than two. Her crack tingled, although Alina was absolutely sure that she was straight. But Laura ... She took her time with intimate hygiene and also rinsed herself off thoroughly before climbing into the cubicle for the final shower. She couldn't resist touching herself. Luckily, her horny moans were drowned out by the rushing of the water. She didn't admit it to herself, but Blackraptor69's explicit descriptions aroused her. One day I'll come visit you and fuck you properly. That sentence stuck in her mind. She shuddered. She would take care of that, but today was the party!

Influencer girl

Am I right here? , Alina wondered as her McLaren rolled into the backyard. A bunch of pink and black balloons hung over a flight of stairs. The light of the setting sun was golden. A typically mild Californian evening. A tall black guy was leaning against an iron railing and smoking. She got out hesitantly. Is this the party? she asked the guy.

Sure. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out smoke. It's a great club.

She was still unsure. Here? Really? Doesn't look like a proper pull-up club though, she murmured.

It's all the more exclusive for that, the black man told her. Come down, I'll show you.

Okay. It went down a narrow flight of stairs to a metal door, which the guy unlocked. In fact, great music reached her ears: hip techno sound and pop, just like she had on her playlist. Involuntarily she began to rock. What's your name? she asked.

Joe, the guy grumbled, pushing her through the door. Behind them, a dingy corridor took them up. Joe pushed them further after closing the door behind them. Bare lightbulbs hung from the ceiling. The