Katy walked the length of her room again. Her parents were rich, so all the bedrooms were large, but now it wasn't nearly big enough. She yearned to be outside. As she paced, the mirror caught her eye, and at that moment the room became enormous. Then just as quickly, the world became small again.

Needing some release from the monotony of being stuck inside, she peeked around her door and down the hall to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed, and gently she closed the door, making sure the latch clicked into place; slowly, she turned the key. Lockdown meant that everyone was at home and could call into each other's rooms on a whim. Katy held her breath for a moment and listened for Jayne's footsteps.

Katy skipped over to the bed, disconnected the mobile from the charging cable and wiped the fingerprints away using her yellow sundress, then, after opening the camera and pressing record, propped it on its side but facing the bed so it had the full-length view.

Katy stared into the camera lens, climbed onto the bed, making sure her left phat arse cheek and some thong showed, she knew this was her best asset as all the boys and men would fall over themselves to get an eyeful of hers and Jayne's rears.

She slapped it hard and wondered what they thought about when they saw it. Did they want to spank it just as she was doing for the camera now, to bite, or part those her phat cheeks and delve into her hidden hole or holes between? She tingled a little as she imagined an imaginary finger exploring her slit.

Thud, thud, thud, Jayne kicked at her door.

"What are you doing in there? It's time for dinner," Jayne fumed as Katy unlocked and opened.

"I live here," Katy responded with a pout.

"Filming yourself singing into your hairbrush again? Or have you finally started an OnlyFans?" Jayne laughed, having noted the smartphone location.

"What's OnlyFans?" Katy murmured as she stopped the recording, throwing the phone on the bed.

All through dinner, Katy squirmed in her chair; her pussy hadn't gotten the attention she was dying to give it. Jayne kept making mocking actions of singing into a hairbrush, but looked more like she might be gobbling an imaginary cock or two, which made Katy giggle.

Later, as Mother cleaned, despite the house already being spotless from this morning's cleaning session, Father played the piano loudly and sometimes badly improvised. Jayne was luckily nowhere to be seen. Katy once more locked the door and collected her phone from where she had discarded it earlier. She watched the video she had recorded of herself.

"You're a sexy little bitch who was gagging for it," she said, giving her clit a quick rub before deleting the video.

Katy remembered Jayne's earlier comment and opened the browser to search the web.

"OnlyFans," she mouthed the word as she typed. The results made her blush and a little wet; she'd even heard of some of these women. Why not, she thought as she signed up. Doesn't have to go anywhere.

After a little planning for her performance, and then endless waiting for her confirmation of being of legal age checks with the site, Katy had decided on wearing the black boobtube she bought for the clubs she now won't be going to and a short skirt her mother referred to as 'The Belt!'

Her first performance went live with zero attendance, still, Katy managed to get what she needed by flicking her little clit good and hard, gave herself two orgasms and squirted good and hard the second time, a rare addition for the recording should anyone find her channel later.

A week went by, and Katy received her weekly email update from the site, including something she'd been looking forward to with earnestness: her OnlyFans subscriber numbers. She now had two, but in a week she hoped that at $10 per month and an extra two per week, maybe. Well, at least it would be money in the bank.

That evening, she felt like she might have a live performance for actual people.

Three viewers. The notification sat at the top of her screen, and her stomach tightened as she read. Three people, waiting. Three people who found her channel somehow, who clicked, who stayed, now waiting. She'll never know their names or what they look like, whether they were men or women, which made it all the more exciting.

After picking up the hairbrush from the bedside cabinet, Katy inspected the wooden handle, long enough and rounded at the end, the same hairbrush she'd owned for years, never thinking about it, never noticing its potential. Running her thumb over the polished end. She smeared a little lube onto her fingers and coated the hairbrush handle in slow strokes. The sound from her fingers made her think about what she was going to do, which in turn made her nervous and a little shaky.

"Okay. Okay. You can do this." Katy tapped the go-live button before she could reconsider. The green light appeared, the viewer count was still three.

"Hey," her voice croaked, and she cleared her throat. "Hi. So. I told you guys at the end of my first video I'd try something new for the next."

A message appeared at the top of her feed. What is it? Show us. Are you gonna squirt again? Her skin flushes reading them. They're watching. They liked it. Katy smiles.

Katy shifted back on the bed and settled into the piled-up pillows, spread her knees to show the dark triangle of hair through her thin cotton panties.

"So, uh." She picked up the hairbrush and held it up to the camera. The lubed handle glistened wet. "This is, it's a hairbrush. Obviously. But I thought," She laughed, a little breathless. "I thought I'd see how far I could take it. I've never taken anything in me before." Katy couldn't believe she just admitted she was a virgin. She had, up until what was about to happen, never taken more than her middle finger to her first knuckle whilst she massaged her clit. More chats appear. Fuck yeah, she's a virgin. Push it in slowly.

Her fingers trembled as she directed the handle between her legs, the tip pressed against her clit through the fabric of her white cotton panties, her left eye half-closed, and her audience saw a dark patch slowly appear, then grow in the gusset.

"Okay," she whispers, mostly to herself. "Okay, go time." But they all hear her.

Katy pulled her now wet panties aside with strings of cum stretching and breaking, pressed the handle against her entrance; her large labia lips refused to spread, quickly, using her other hand with two fingers to spread them, pushed the handle in, and she gasped. It's much bigger than her finger. The penetration was exactly what she'd been craving, the sensation that made her breath shallow, then deep, her eyes flutter and half-close. She pushed a little deeper now, and moved her hips forward to meet it.

"Oh," she breathes. "Okay. That's, that's a lot."

The chat scrolled past. Yes! YEEEES!. Faster now. Squirt bitch, squirt!

The hairbrush was over halfway inside her now as she thrusted with her hips, keeping the hairbrush still, rocking against the handle, driving it a little deeper with each.

The wet sound her pussy made seemed to drive the viewers wild. She glanced at the phone screen. Nine viewers. The number makes her stomach flip. Nine strangers watching her fuck her virgin pussy with a hairbrush over the internet, nine seeing her performing like this, open, wet and desperate to cum. She should've been embarrassed.

She was not. She was hungry for more.

Katy pushed the handle as deep as it would go, until the bristles met her clit, they scratched a little, but a scratch that made her eyes roll. Now there was no more depth to be had; she was filled. But now that she considered it, she was not filled enough. Wanting more, Katy twisted the head left and right, using those bristles harder on her clit.

"Do you want a closer look?" she said, her voice barely a whisper as she groaned and a stream of squirt hit the desk and some toward the camera lens. Not enough to block the view, though. Katy lifted the camera, bringing it in close. She slid the hairbrush handle in and out for a minute, leaving them with the most intimate view of her. Then she pulled the hairbrush out, slow, agonisingly slow, until only the tip remained inside her. Her body tried to clench around it to keep it in, desperate not to let it go.

"Shit," she screamed as she jammed it back in. Quickly, Katy increased the rhythm; her viewers complimented the sound her pussy made along with her own loud moans. The chat now scrolled too fast to read. The viewer count climbed to fourteen, sixteen. Feeding some need she didn't know she had until she started, being watched made it so much dirtier.

Katy kept pressing the hairbrush deeper on each thrust at an increasing upward angle, the tip pressed just right, and she cried out. Stopping almost on the edge, she held it for a moment before grinding her hips in small circles as she chased that orgasm.

"I'm," she gasped. "I'm gonna."

She didn't finish the sentence. Covered her mouth, bit her lip to stifle the sound as the orgasm ripped through her, trembling, her cunt clenched with long, rolling pulses that would've milked the hairbrush for everything it had. The longest moment passed. The only sound in the room was her breathing, heavy and fast but quickly slowed.

Katy opened her eyes. The phone screen showed over a hundred viewers, a scrolling wall of comments she couldn't focus on, and a tip notification that blinked. All she caught was that there was a request. A surprised laugh escaped her chest. Removing the hairbrush, she held it up to the camera, still slick with her juices; it glistened under the light. She stuck it into her mouth, seductively tongued her juices from along the shaft to the head.

"Well," she said, her voice breathless. "I think that's a good start. Thank you all for joining me, and I hope you all keep joining me." The chat still raced. Yes, yes, next time. More squirt.

As she read the last comment, Katy wondered if it could have gone any better. She didn't know if she could top getting 100 subscribers in a single sitting. The stream ended. The red light went dark. She lay there for a long moment, the hairbrush still in her hand, her pussy still trembling between her thighs. The room, quiet again. Her phone buzzed with a notification.

"Geez, get a room. Love ya! Jayne." Of course, she heard everything, her adjacent room, not like Katy hadn't heard Jayne cumming hard through the walls. Katy blushed; she may have overshared with the whole house. She moved the hairbrush to the bedside table. A warm, relieved smile spread across her face as she slipped under the covers.

Katy woke the next day, sitting up slowly, wincing a little at the sensitivity between her legs. She looked at the bedside table; the hairbrush was still there and covered in creamy evidence. Proof of the dirty private thing she'd done publicly, she wanted more.

Phone in hand, she swiped through the new notifications — followers, comments, requests. The numbers made her feel a little nauseous. A hundred new followers since she began last night's stream. Loads more tips. People liked it. People wanted to see what she would do next.

Reading back through the comments. That phat ass is incredible. Something bigger next time. You take it so well. A private message coupled with a hundred tip popped right then, the request blinked at the top of her inbox, and she tapped it open.

"Hey. That was hot. What else you got?"

Katy typed back before she could overthink it.

"What do you want to see?"

"A Bigger toy. Those meaty lips need something decent to wrap around." The reply came almost instantly.

Katy smiled; her eyes scanned the room. She saw the curling iron on the dresser, looked through the floor and saw the thick rolling pin just downstairs in the kitchen. A wine bottle from the cellar, or the Magnum her Mother bought for dinner parties that, because of Covid, never happened, thick long neck and large rounded base. No, that would be too much for now.

"I can handle that," she said the words out loud as she typed. "Just give me time to work up to it."

"I'll be watching."