Quality Time With Fans

It was late on a Thursday night when she finally arrived at home. This latest leg of Sabrina's tour had concluded and she was looking forward to a couple weeks of respite before venturing out to the next one. She kicked her sandals off at the entry table and tossed her bag down. Two men carried her suitcases, "Right there is fine, guys." She said, pointing to a spare bedroom converted to a wardrobe room, "I'll take it from there". She gave that signature smile and a heartfelt thank you as they closed the door behind them.

Sabrina paced through the place she called home to check in on her neglected belongings and made way to the spare room to unpack. She caught herself in the mirror and gave herself an extended once-over. She was dressed casually in sweatpants with the waistband rolled down and a sports bra under a cropped hoodie. Her hair was pulled back to a pony tail and she had minimal makeup. She made some faces in the mirror and inspected her exposed tummy and hips. She traced her fingers along her toned lines. She liked what she saw.

It took all of maybe 5 minutes of opening her suitcases and allowing her clothes to be strewn about the floor before she got bored with it and began browsing her socials. She responded to some Snaps, scrolled TikTok looking at fan footage from her latest show, and decided to post a selfie to Instagram. The light caught her blue eyes just right where she was laying on the floor, her blonde hair fanned out beneath her, just a hint of her the sports bra and tummy from under her hoodie. "Home sweet home 💋" she captioned it. The notifications immediately rolled in. There was a feeling stirring in her. A very particular itch that finally surfaced after being completely alone for the first time in weeks. Being on the road meant constantly surrounded by her support staff and backup dancers and singers. There was little time to herself, little time to enjoy the familiar touch of her own hand.

She rolled over to her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, her free hand resting just under her chest. She opened her nondescript Reddit account and began to browse her curated feed of NSFW content. She knew of a fan-made subreddit that shared concert content and news on upcoming releases. What she wasn't aware of was that there had been new subreddits, their titles appended with 'NSFW' and 'Lewd'. She opened one up and at the top of the list was the post she'd made just moments ago. The title was "She makes me weak" by and it was already escalating with upvotes and commiserating comments. She scrolled the other posts which largely images and videos of the more risqué portions of her stage performance intermixed with old thirsty social media posts. Her show-to-show change of Juno seemed to be a favorite. 'Mission Accomplished' she thought to herself.

As she scrolled the posts of strangers desperate for a carnal release, her thumb casually rubbed across the soft fabric over her stiffening nipple. She read through comments of them allegedly 'taking it to the chat' to mutually assure their satisfaction. It was getting steamy in her pants the more that she read and the more she rubbed herself. It wasn't long before she slipped a hand under her sports bra for something more direct. She continued touching and reading, seeing references to a Discord server.

After downloading the app and accepting the invite a kind stranger had provided, she was introduced to the treasure trove and proverbial shrine that was carefully categorized by every part of her body. She rolled over onto her back while reading through the depraved things these people described doing to her. The firmness of her hand on her tit increased the more she saw. Her lips were wet, and it wasn't the ones on her face. She responded to a recent post to provoke further elaboration on just how stiff she made this particular user's cock. The counter channel, she had rightfully assumed, was where these people showed which other images they'd gotten off to. It was in the hundreds. Her soft hand worked its way down her body. Her fingers sensually grazed her ribs and tummy before tracing around her hips and underneath the loose waistband of her sweatpants. There she was, laying on the floor with her tits out, gently running her fingers through the arousal between her thighs. Shifting her panties to the side for unrestricted penetration.

A notification ping came across her screen. An announcement of a last-minute group session to celebrate her latest Instagram post. The available users stated their excitement to share a moment of lust with one another. The detail these deviants concocted to express how bad she'd made them want to furiously ejaculate was fuel to her fire. She inserted a second finger inside her soaked cunt. Two of them, knuckle deep. She slipped them out and ran her fingers up and down her slit, spreading her labia and squeezing her stiff, sensitive clit between them. Then back inside the soft, warm hole.

A dozen or so participants were regularly submitting more content to the feed and exchanging desires of all likes. Some involving her, many involving eachother. Had these folks always been so open? She provoked them via text to see how far they'd take it and they did not disappoint. The moderator posed a simple question: "vc?". She didn't know what it meant but everyone else did. The message was soon stacked with reactions and excited responses of some variation of approval. The channel opened and she decided to listen in. The breathy groans, whimpers, and verbal descriptions of all the hot things they'd do to her body sent her into overdrive. She laid her phone on her stomach so she had a hand to play with her little tits while she touched herself to the sound of half a dozen guys pleasure themselves over her. She pushed her pants down to her knees to release some of the heat and to get better leverage for masturbating.

One user announced his desire to finish but it felt too good sharing the moment with this "buds". The sensation at her core was overwhelming and the brewing storm lowered her inhibitions. She bit her lip, tapped the unmute button, and granted the app access her microphone to let her own adorable breathy moans tickle the ears of her fellow masturbators. It didn't take them long to catch onto the fact that her pitch stood out amongst the males.

"Whoa, is that a chick...?"

"You fingering that pussy, baby?"

"Little slut is having some scissor fantasies"

This little slut wasn't fantasizing about what she'd do to herself. She was fantasizing about being the center of attention to half a dozen horny guys. Watching them all stroke themselves for her while she spread her legs and finger-fucked herself. How she'd lay there, naked, with her legs spread wide while they stood over her and stroked themselves to cover her 5-foot body in their collective mess and leave her quivering under her own orgasmic release. Notifications of DMs populated with images being sent to her. Hands wrapped around cocks with dripping tips, unrestricted views of proud dicks with full, heavy balls.

She held the microphone of her phone next to her soaked pussy and curled the fingers inside her with such vigor to indicate to the boys how wet she was. They were all vocal at this point, each moan stepping over the others. "Jesus...that's going to make me cum.." announced one of them. "Stroke that load out, dude.." said another, stoking the flames. A third stepped in "Can we all cum together?". The thought of mutual release had her own wave cresting. She held the phone closer to her lips. Knowing full well that they'd spent enough time consuming her content, she was careful not to let her voice give away her identity. Changing the pitch and tone she beckoned them, "Cum for me, boys." The tension built for just seconds more before reaching a maxim, then followed by intense relief. First for them, then for her. A collection of dragged out expletives and sighs filled the virtual room, including her own.

One by one, they announced their pleasure and clicked out of the chat. She ended the call and continued to lay on the floor for a moment and left her fingers inside her throbbing womanhood. She opened her camera to selfie mode and held it between her legs. Ensuring no signs of her identity that would tie to her or the image she'd posted that kickstarted this foray, she snapped a picture. Two fingers, knuckle deep and glistening with her nectar and surrounded by her soft pink folds. A drop of pearly white cream escaping and starting its journey down her taint to her tight asshole. Her plump hind quarters pressed into the floor.

She sent the image, along with a simple "😘", to the collective that was kind enough to share themselves, and then proceeded to delete the account.