For the Fan

For the Fan

For The Fan

Natalie let out a deep sigh standing in front of the community mailbox near the front door of her shabby apartment building. She knew without looking what was inside...more daily reminders of how far behind she was on her bills.

"I know I'm way behind," she muttered to herself while slipping the key into its slot, "I don't need you telling me every day."

Of course, all the companies to which she owed money had an entirely different view and the stuffed mailbox was the result. Money was always tight trying to work as a retail clerk and finish her masters. With the pandemic, it was impossible. She was laid off four months before, quickly going through her meager savings then maxing out her two credit cards. Now she was about to miss another month's rent. The landlady was sympathetic but told Natalie she had bills to pay too.

She grabbed the unwanted mail without looking and trudged up the three flights to her tiny apartment. After letting herself in, she threw the bills on a small cluttered table with the ones from the day before and the day before that and the day before that, slipped off her bra from under her t-shirt, poured herself the last of the cheap wine still in her refrigerator and flopped on the well worn couch.

Something had to change...and change fast...she knew but was flat out of any practical ideas. The college town far from any large city didn't have a lot of opportunities outside the university. She didn't think she could even sell her body there since who would want to pay with so much free eager pussy available all around.

After draining the glass, she stared at it for a moment. She figured she could skip another dinner. After all what girl wouldn't mind losing a few pounds whether she needed to or not. Still, she did want at least another glass of wine to settle her anxiety and maybe get some research done for her thesis.

Without bothering to put her shoes back on, she padded across the hall and knocked loudly on Jerome's door a few times, having to make herself heard over the blaring TV. A moment later, Jerome came to the door, throwing it open when he saw her. She could clearly see the bulge tenting his sweatpants before he turned and walked back to his couch.

"Hi Nat, what can I do for you today?" he asked solicitously as he flopped back on the couch to continue watching the porn video that was playing, while unselfconsciously fondling his stiff dick through his sweats.

"What's the subject today?" she asked as she sat down next to him on the couch and looked at the screen.

"Same old, same old," he replied, not bothering to look her way, "I'm still on MMF and FFM bisex."

On the screen, one typically well muscled, heavily tattooed porn actor was plowing his thick cock in and out of a bottle blonde from behind, causing her obviously enhanced tits to sway wildly, while she knelt to take the stiff cock of another equally standard buff guy into her mouth. Over the next few minutes, they changed positions several times amid a chorus of load moans and groans.

Natalie felt a twinge deep in her cunt when the guys lay on their sides sucking each other and the woman hovered over them fingering her smoothly shaved cunt. She never told Jerome that was one of her go to masturbation fantasies lately...having unknown guys watch her masturbate while they jerked off...since first seeing a similar scene at his place sometime earlier.

She glanced over at Jerome, watching him as his eyes glazed over and he reached into his sweatpants to stroke himself. He was at least ten years older than her and something of a professional student. Apparently he, or his family, had the money to entertain his constantly varying interests. In the last six months he decided to change his doctoral dissertation to something about acceptable taboos in contemporary porn. He explained that meant most things that weren't explicitly illegal but beyond most people's idea of regular sexual activity. Bisexual play was at the top of his list at the moment.

Natalie knew the closing "money shot" was quickly approaching on the video. She squirmed a little in her seat, knowing her panties were growing damper by the second. The porn didn't do anything in particular for her but she really got turned on seeing a guy jerk off. She let out a low gasp when Jerome, as she knew would happen, pushed his sweatpants down, wrapped his hand around his cock and almost perfectly timed his climax with both guys shooting on the woman's face and tits together on the screen.

Jerome kept stroking himself until four spurts of his cum shot on to his bare belly and chest with a fifth barely oozing out over his fingers. Natalie felt another twitch deep in her cunt as he mewled softly when his cum shot out of his dick, a sound that added to her arousal and something she wanted to remember when she masturbated in her bed later.

He took a couple of deep breathes and reached for a box of tissue on the side table above an already half filled wastebasket. After cleaning the spent cum off himself, he threw away the tissue, pushed his deflated cock back into his sweats and turned to Natalie with an unashamed grin on his face.

"So how many was that today?" she asked, gently brushing her stiff left nipple, knowing full well how much he liked seeing her hard nubs pressing through her t-shirt, while making light of his penchant of nonchalantly jerking off in her presence.

"Five...five good ones too," he told her with a crooked smile, squirming a little to settle back in his seat. "Would you like me to put something else on that gets you going more?"

"No...no thanks," Natalie grinned at him, always amazed he somehow managed to turn watching porn and jerking off into an academic field of study, while turning with a leg pulled up under her to face him directly, "you know porn doesn't really do it for me but I do appreciate you letting me watch you jerk off. I really do love that."

"Anytime," he laughed, "but then you'd have to move in if you wanted to watch every time on a given day. You don't have to be shy here either and can openly play with yourself watching me anytime you want."

"Naw, I'd rather let your imagination run wildly picturing the way I finger myself when I go home," she teased him, "thinking how my nipples stiffen, my pussy gets all moist and puffy and how loudly I groan when I cum."

"You never did tell me if you squirt," he said seriously, his hand again rubbing over his crotch.

"A girl needs to have a few secrets," she grinned, batting her eyes at him in mock innocence, "but that's not what I came here to talk to you about."

"Well fire away then," he feigned pouting, his laughter dancing in his eyes. "If you're not going to ravage me or indulge my perversions, I might as well listen to what you have to say."

"First of all, do you have more wine, I'm fresh out," Natalie began, leaning back with her legs spread, wondering if there might be a tiny wet spot Jerome might see in the crotch of her jeans. "Then I do need some actual advice."

"Say no more," Jerome grinned, getting up and walking into his kitchen to retrieve an unopened bottle of a decent red wine well above her means, "I never offer advice without some wine in my belly and hand."

Natalie followed him with her eyes as he walked to the kitchen and back. For a guy who's cardio routine seemed limited to jerking off a half dozen or more times a day, Jerome was in pretty decent shape. She knew his cock was a fairly thick six and a half inches when fully erect. Other than a three or four day stubble on his face, he wasn't bad looking but their relationship didn't include either one of them so much as touching the other besides brief hugs. She accepted his idiosyncratic ways after realizing he didn't even consider it a problem, let alone rude, to casually jerk off while she was sitting nearby talking to him.

He had mentioned watching her masturbate with him previously but never pushed the subject when Natalie changed the subject. She even got herself off a few times imagining him watching her spread her legs and finger herself as his cum splattered on her wiry pussy hair.

"So what's so bad that you must sink so low to ask me for advice?" Jerome chuckled as he sat back down and handed her a full water glass of red wine.

Natalie took a long sip, hesitant to continue the conversation she began. As always, Jerome didn't pressure her at all, waiting for her to continue at her own pace. As he waited, he shuffled through some porn videos and replaced the one in the DVR and flicked it on. A busty blonde with a shaved pussy and a practically flat chested redhead popped up on the screen, kissing and groping each other in front of another buff guy with a big dick. When Natalie cleared her throat, Jerome muted the audio but let the video continue to play while turning to face her directly.

"I just don't know what to do next," she began tentatively between frequent sips of wine. "My scholarship is simply not enough to pay for my apartment and buy food. Since I lost my job when the pandemic shut everything down, I keep falling further and further behind."

"How much do you need?" Jerome asked her without qualification or a moment's hesitation before breaking into a warm bright smile. "I'll gladly give you some money even if you won't play with yourself for my viewing and jerking off pleasure."

"No...no way," Natalie grinned, seeing the mirth on his face. "I've always been independent and I couldn't take money from you. That would be the biggest bill I would have to worry about repaying first."

"Who said anything about a loan?" he asked, refilling both of their glasses then glancing at the TV to see the guy being sucked and licked by both girls together. "I'd be paying for some...um...research, happens all the time.

"Research?" Natalie giggled, feeling the first effects of the wine on her empty stomach.

"Sure...an up close and personal look at female masturbation in the wild. I might even have to change my dissertation subject entirely."

Natalie laughed so hard some of the wine squirted out of her nose. Jerome handed her some of his jerk off tissues to wipe her face and the front of her t-shirt with her erect right nipple pointing out proudly through the soaked fabric. When she did stop laughing, she noticed his cock was again starting to bulge against his sweatpants. The thought did cross her mind that he must have incredible stamina to get hard and cum again that quickly and so often every day.

"No...I think that's still better left to your imagination," she told him, noticing him glance again at the TV where the blonde was riding the guy's cock while the redhead smothered his face with her trimmed pussy, "but you have a very...um...active imagination so maybe you can think of some ways I could get these bills off my back."

"Get on your back to get off your back," Jerome laughed and chanted a few times until Natalie playfully smacked him in the shoulder and rose to leave, stopping at the door to watch him settle back on the sofa with his rigid dick in his hand and the guy on screen shooting his creamy cum onto both women's faces and tongues.

Natalie stripped off the wine stained t-shirt when she got back in her apartment and threw it into the growing pile of soiled clothing in one corner. She would soon have to find the money to do laundry or she would run out of clean clothes.

As she stripped off her jeans and hiphugger panties, she recalled Jerome's comments about watching her masturbate. She knew from a few previous relationships that a lot of guys found it very hot seeing a woman touch herself in only the ways she best knew most satisfying.

The basic idea actually turned her on, imagining guys sitting back with their cocks in their hands, jerking themselves as she brought herself to a screeching, squirting orgasm. She liked watching Jerome so why wouldn't he or others want to also watch her.

After pissing away some of the wine, Natalie stood in front of the bathroom mirror trying to critically appraise her body. Her smooth skin was the color of milk chocolate. She was hardly skinny, with full heavy tits that drooped the same small amount they always had since fully blossoming. Her bumpy aureolas were a good two inches across, topped by half inch long nipples as fat as the tip of her little finger. A slight curve of flesh led to the unkempt wiry black hair topping and around the sides of her puffy mons, with pudgy pussy lips dangling asymmetrically between her thick thighs.

The more she tenderly fondled her stiffening nipples, the louder she remembered Jerome's high pitched mewling as his cum splashed on his bare belly and chest. She's seen him jerk off almost from the first day she met him, yet that squeaky sound did something special to her that day. She knew right then he was probably stroking himself again until yet more of his warm creamy semen splattered on his belly.

She groaned loudly when her fingertip barely touched her engorged clit. She sat back on the toilet seat, her thighs spread wide with two fingers plunging in and out of the bright pink inner folds her needy cunt while she frantically jerked off her rather large clit like a tiny cock. When her climax erupted, her juices splashed against the vanity three feet away as she bit down on her right hand to keep from screaming so loud Jerome and everyone else in the building knew she was cumming.

•••••

The next afternoon, Natalie found a sticky note on her door from Jerome. She read it as she entered her apartment and dropped her laptop and bag on the cluttered table.

"I found something that may solve your problem. Stop over whenever you get home."

She looked at the note, intrigued but a little skeptical about what Jerome may be suggesting. She removed her bra without taking off her shirt, stopped to pee than knocked on his door.

When Jerome opened the door, Natalie giggled, seeing the head of his cock poking up through the waistband of his boxers, all that he was wearing. Pretty clearly he had just pulled them up when he went to answer the door. He simply nodded at her and turned back to the couch, beckoning her to hurry.

"I think I found an answer for your money problems," he blurted out, turning to stare at the TV screen.

She looked at what appeared to be a Zoom meeting for strippers, with at least thirty video thumbnails jammed together on the wall mounted TV screen.

"What the hell is this and how did you do that?" she asked, noting the bead of precum bubbling up from the tip of Jerome's cock.

"The how is easy," Jerome explained, pointing to his laptop on a coffee table in front of the couch that showed the same thumbnail videos that were on the TV, "I simply cast what I have on the computer to the larger screen. It's great for viewing...um...details when I'm doing my...er...research."

"You really are a pervert," Natalie grinned, slapping his bare shoulder before returning her eyes to the screen, "but what am I looking at that supposedly solves all my problems? I've seen barely clothed girls before. I'm that way myself every day."

"I have no doubt, but you looking is not the point," he started to explain again, rambling in the way he always tended to do when he got excited. "This is a website where these girls, and trust me a whole lot more, monetize talking to people, mostly men I presume, totally privately and anonymously without ever having actual contact."

"Focus, Jerome, and explain how what you have on the screen helps me," Natalie scolded him, growing a little irritated with him.

"OK, the short version is this. On this site, you set up an account that allows people to subscribe for a fixed amount per month or per viewing," he said, doing something on the laptop that changed the screen to one with more explanation. "The site keeps a percentage and you get the rest deposited in a PayPal account daily. So the more people you attract to view and subscribe, the more money you make, plus any additional tips you may get during the session."

"What's the catch?" Natalie asked after a moment's thought. "Who wants to pay to talk to me or any of the other girls?"

"Well most of the time, the girls are naked or close to it," Jerome continued, shying away from another slap on the arm he fully expected, "and sometimes they're...um...asked to...uh...do things.”

"You mean...you mean...," Natalie stuttered as she flushed and a look of shock spread across her face, "get naked and...and play with myself...for some other perverts...like you...to watch? Sounds a lot like prostitution to me."

"I wouldn't put it that way...exactly," Jerome muttered softly.

"Then how...exactly...would you put it?" Natalie demanded, her nostrils flaring as her face flushed further.

"Before you get all bent out of shape or dismiss this out of hand, take a look at what others offer and do," Jerome counseled her, "I spent all afternoon checking things out and it seems legitimate to me."

"You're still a pervert," Natalie mutter lowly before agreeing to see what he found out about the site and how that could possibly benefit her.

After a few minutes, she was more intrigued than she cared to admit. The thumbnails Jerome showed her earlier were g-rated previews of the various individual pages. Apparently all of them were more or less produced by the girl, or in a few cases significantly older women, using a web cam and computer. Each offered her stage name, an enticing introduction and a listing of rates for subscriptions or single viewings.

A few even offered the next week cost free for subscribing to the girl's site with enticing tidbits about how the viewer could ask for more than the scheduled shows, including entirely private viewings or exclusive videos, for an extra charge or tip of course.

Before she knew it, two hours, and most of another bottle of wine, had gone by. Natalie could feel her panties sticking between her pussy lips and was sure there was a visible wet spot in her jeans. Jerome sort of contained himself, only jerking off twice before Natalie turned to him.

"I'm not saying I will do this, especially like that one girl played herself with her fingers and toys," Natalie said to him while absentmindedly twisting her left nipple between her thumb and index finger, "but I don't have a clue how to set something up like that."

"Make that a feature instead of a bug," Jerome replied while brushing his thumb over the tip of his cock with his boxers pulled down below his balls. "Something that looks totally homemade is exactly what will attract a lot of subscribers. To be completely blunt, there were only two black girls on there and, like most of the others, don't have the kind of meat on their bones you do."

"Are you calling me fat?" Natalie yelled at him indignantly.

"No...oh no...not at all," Jerome quickly backtracked seeing the angry fire in her eyes, "it's just that you have a little heft to your tits and plenty to hang on to on your hips. Guys may like seeing the super skinny model type but want to curl up with someone soft and warm."

Natalie thought about that, realizing Jerome was complimenting her body in his own twisted way. More than anything though, she could feel her pussy twitch and ooze at the thought of guys looking at her as they stroked themselves. After a few moments, she turned back to Jerome.

"So how would I set this up?" she asked much more meekly than earlier, watching as the tip of his cock twitched, "If...and I do mean if...I decide to do it."

"I suggest first try a practice run," he told her after a few seconds thought, "write a short script and use your web cam and laptop to record a short session that you can look at privately to see how you did."

Natalie thought that was sound advice. She finished her wine, gave Jerome a brief hug and went to her own apartment. She lay in bed thinking about the possibilities as she gently fingered her aching pussy, cumming twice before falling asleep.

•••••

"Help!" Natalie murmured softly when Jerome opened the door, standing there looking sheepish with her laptop under her arm. "I tried what you said...about recording a practice try...and it's...it's...just...dreadful."

Jerome stood unmoving for a moment as tears began flowing down both of Natalie's cheeks. Then he put an arm around her shoulders and ushered her to the sofa before getting her a water glass full of red wine. Natalie didn't even notice the way the side of his flaccid cock visibly peeked out from the frayed hole in his boxers.

"How about starting from the beginning and tell me what's wrong," he said to her sympathetically, waiting patiently as she composed herself.

"I couldn't concentrate on anything else all day," she began hesitantly and sipping her wine. "So I gave up this afternoon and wrote up a little script, a lot like the ones we heard yesterday...you know...I'm so and so...twenty two years old...a starving student...want to chat about things we both like. Anyway after a little work, I was satisfied it would do to start."

"Sounds great so far," Jerome chimed in, squirming a little to adjust his half hard cock when he saw how hard her nipples were.

"Anyway, I came home early and set up my laptop and camera...first sitting on my couch...then in a chair...and finally on my bed. The results were terrible."

"How so?"

"The lighting was awful, with dark shadows haphazardly crossing me in different places and the sound was worse."

"Hmm, I hadn't really thought about that," Jerome said to her with a serious look, "I suppose that might be hard to adjust all alone. Can I see what you recorded?"

Natalie's head shot up, a look of surprise and embarrassment on her face. Jerome just waited, giving her a chance to accept that, as her friend, he would help her if she only gave him the chance.

"It's really bad...and embarrassing," she told him, initially resisting his efforts to help.

"I promise not to laugh," he said to her solemnly, "but I might be able to make some suggestions for improvement if I see where you started."

For a moment, Natalie continued resisting before putting her laptop on the coffee table and firing it up. When it finished booting up, she turned to Jerome with a stern look on her face.

"Remember, you promised," she barely whispered before clicking on an icon on the desktop, "no laughing."

Natalie hadn't bothered to delete anything so the first view was her sitting on the couch in a lacy black bra and matching boy short panties. The camera cut off her face right above her nose and the rest of her was too dark to make out much detail. She said her little script so quickly and nervously Jerome had a hard time following the words.

When that finished, she repeated the script sitting back in a stuffed chair, again her face cut off and her knees pressed together because the chair was so soft she sank into the cushion. Finally, she lay on her stomach on her bed, the camera so close to her it distorted her facial features and showed nothing else about her body but her feet behind her head since her knees were obviously bent.

Jerome didn't laugh but he did take a deep drink of wine before saying anything to her.

"You see what I mean," Natalie moaned, dropping her face into her hands and softly sobbing again, "that's just awful."

"OK, it's not the end of the world and we're going to delete that to never be seen again as soon as I give you a few suggestion. I once almost majored in film making, you know," he told her cheerfully, leaning toward her to refill her glass and not paying any attention to the head of his cock popping out of his shorts. "Now don't take anything I'm going to say the wrong way. I'm really trying to make constructive suggestions to improve your performance."

Natalie stared at his still limp cock dangling out of a hole in his boxers. Seeing her, he glanced down and laughed before quite theatrically stuffing his dick back inside his boxers. Natalie grinned at him, the tension broken and sat back agreeing to hear him out.

"OK, the first thing is you need to wear something else that contrasts better with your skin and emphasizes your...uh...assets," he started to say, leaning back and taking a deep sip of wine, "those black bra and panties don't film well."

"But they're the sexiest lingerie I own," Natalie whimpered, "and I can't afford anything else right now."

"Minor detail. I'll front you some money, purely as a business investment and loan of course, for lingerie that works better...perhaps white or powder blue or yellow or a light purple."

"What did I tell you about taking your money," Natalie said sternly, crossing her arms over her tits.

"This will be different," he responded, trying to brush off her displeasure, "and I insist you pay me back with the first payments in your Pay Pal account."

"Fair enough, I guess," she relented slightly while still eyeing him skeptically, "assuming I do anything and there are payments to give you."

Jerome took another deep drink of his wine and proceeded to give her some additional suggestions about camera placement, the speed of her speech, lighting and such. After another half hour, Natalie handed him her empty glass and shook her head.

"There's no way I can keep all that in mind and still try to look alluring," she complained as he handed her the newly filled glass.

"Start with practicing the script until it sounds like you are just chatting with someone normally," he advised her "and I'll work on getting some proper lighting and audio. Remember it's supposed to look and sound homemade, you know, a horny young girl sharing her deepest darkest secrets from the privacy of her bedroom. In a couple of days when the script sounds right, we'll shop and make another practice video."

"We?" Natalie exclaimed loudly, her eyebrows raised in indignation.

"Sure, why not?" he grinned at her while absentmindedly rubbing the head of his cock through his boxers as he put on a new porn video, "I'll be your producer and director."

"Geez, you're such a perv," Natalie groaned, draining her glass and getting up to leave, stopping long enough at the door to see the first droplets of precum bubble to the head of his throbbing dick as he stroked himself on the sofa.

Over the next two days, she forced herself to work on her thesis for about half the day then retreated to her bedroom to practice the script over and over in front of the mirror. While she really didn't want to rely on Jerome for anything, she found herself getting excited thinking about buying and modeling sexy lingerie, imagining her own arousal, mixed with embarrassment, as he critically examined her body.

"I wonder if he'll jerk off just looking at me," she thought, picturing the way she so often saw his cum spurt from the head of his dick on to his belly and chest, "and make me so hot I finally relent and masturbate for his viewing pleasure or even more."

While she wasn't at all sure, she did finger herself to repeated orgasms as those, and other erotic thoughts about actually doing the live online chats, coursed through her head. Finally, she was as satisfied as she was going to be with her script and knocked on Jerome's door to have him listen to it.

He answered in the same tattered boxers he wore a few days before or ones that looked pretty much the same. She noticed the wastebasket was overflowing with crumpled tissues, some apparently not yet completely dried. He brought her a glass of wine before she asked then turned on the couch to face her, the head of his cock sticking out of the left leg hole of his boxers and his dangling ball through the other.

"How's saying the script in a natural voice going?" he asked as Natalie tucked her feet under her legs with her thighs spread open.

"I think I got it," she told him, sipping the wine and looking at him over the edge of the water glass. "I came over for you to listen and tell me what you think."

"Great and I have news for you too," he told her excitedly, "I've done some more...um...research and have lots of ideas for you."

Natalie just shook her head and took another drink. Then she realized for the first time she could remember, there was no porn playing on the wall mounted TV. Then she sat back in the chair and recited the memorized script at a normal talking pace.

"That's certainly a lot better, but it still sounds like your reciting a fifth grade book report," he said to her quite seriously. "You need to make it sound like your talking to just one person, selling that guy on pulling out his credit card because he's so excited to talk directly to you."

Natalie wasn't sure she could do as he suggested, never having considered herself much of a salesperson. With Jerome's prodding, she tried again a few more times. After the third or fourth try, she pictured herself just talking to Jerome, inviting him to share a secret with her the way she and junior high school girlfriends whispered and giggled together discussing boys.

"There you go...you got it," Jerome exclaimed happily with a broad smile, "confident yet intimate."

Natalie smiled wanly and sipped some more wine. She appreciated Jerome encouragement but felt strangely aroused addressing him so personally.

"As I said, I have a few other suggestions," Jerome continued, focusing more seriously on what he was telling her than she could remember about anything else. "One is you can't use your laptop camera. It simply doesn't have the video definition, let alone audio quality, that make something viewable."

"Well that's that then," Natalie sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly, "I can't afford anything else so I guess this is all a waste."

"Oh now don't be a Debbie Downer over such a minor detail," Jerome laughed, the twinkle in his eye telling her he already figured out the issue. "It just so happens I have a good high definition web cam and a pretty decent recording system built into my computer set up. So we'll just video here and, while it will still look homemade, the quality will be way better."

"Is this your demented way of trying to get me out of my panties?" Natalie grinned mischievously, looking around the small apartment.

Whatever went on in Jerome's head was at best chaotic to all outward appearances, but he seemed to be a neat freak of sorts. The kitchen counter was uncluttered with everything in its proper place. Through the open door to the bedroom, Natalie saw the foot of his neatly made bed and wondered if his closet was arranged by colors.

"Naw, if I wanted to do that, I'd rip off your clothes and throw you down on the floor," he laughed, bending his right elbow to show off the less than impressive bicep muscle in that arm, "but I'm really interested in how this all works and why, besides the money of course, so many expose themselves that way."

Natalie could almost visualize the gears turning in his head by the intense look in his eyes. No doubt, Jerome was taking off on an entirely new field of interest and she was now along for the ride. The bulge in his boxers and the small wet spot in the thin fabric indicated it wasn't all completely academic for him.

"C'mon, I want to show you what I've set up based on watching what a few of the others with large subscriber bases have done," he continued, extending his hand to her then leading her into the bedroom.

Natalie stopped short after taking two steps into his bedroom. On one side of the bed, the wall was covered with a floor to ceiling bookcase. A comfortable looking chair sat off to one side. The opposite wall could have passed for her own bedroom when she was in high school, with a few posters of rock bands famous ten years before. A series of Christmas tree like lights snaked up and down the wall behind the headboard.

"What is all this?" she asked, really surprised by the mixed appearances of the room.

"Sets," Jerome said simply, indicating for her to sit on the bed while he turned and brought a video camera on a tripod and two light stands closer to the foot of the bed. "Those two kind of look how I imagine a girl might decorate her room. The other provides a background for one of my ideas about your web site persona."

"Oh...and what is that?" she asked him, scanning the eclectic collection of books covering the wall.

"Well in your intro you say something about being a starving student. How about a character who sits in a library and reads explicit porn stories to the subscribers?" he said with a self satisfied grin. "You wouldn't even have to get undressed...uh...at first."

Natalie wasn't paying attention to what Jerome was saying. She had a clear picture in her mind of her sitting in that chair reading explicit porn as guys watched her and jerked off. A twitch deep in her cunt told her she not only liked the idea but was tremendously aroused by it. She also knew she wouldn't be able, or even want, to resist the urge to strip naked herself and masturbate along with the viewers.

"I like it...the reading in the library idea," she interrupted Jerome in mid sentence while absentmindedly brushing her thumb across her stiff left nipple. "So how do we set this up, find the stories and such."

Jerome, of course, was way ahead of her on all those details. While she might not be comfortable being seen with him out in public, he was incredibly organized and had a very good eye for details.

Over the rest of the afternoon and evening, they rewrote her introductory script to reflect the new emphasis, set up an online account with the website and read through a number of erotic stories. They agreed to ask permission of the authors to use the materials and offer them a video of her reading their story to her subscribers.

"I'm done for now," Natalie told him as she finished the last of the wine in her water glass. ""We can pick it up tomorrow."

"Sounds good," he replied, putting down his laptop and looking at her intently, "think about what clothes you can wear to start and we can shop for lingerie online tomorrow. With a little luck, we can post an intro piece by tomorrow."

Natalie gave him a brief hug, feeling the tip of his half hard cock press against her hip, then went back to her own apartment. She stood in the shower until her skin felt like it was burning off thinking about what she was about to do. Her first orgasm that night erupted over the hand held shower head before giving herself two more sloppy wet ones in her bed.

The next day, she took the only two lacy blouses she owned, along with a mid thigh skirt, to Jerome's apartment. She wore a simple everyday white bra and cotton panties under her hoodie and jeans. Jerome surprised her opening his door wearing jeans and a ratty sweatshirt.

"I thought about doing the intro piece and realized you probably need some sexy lingerie for videoing that," he explained as she raised an eyebrow and walked in holding the other clothes. "I have no idea how long it will take to get something we buy online, so I found a place in town that has some stuff that can work for now."

She eyed him intently, well aware that he was trying hard to help her yet noting his obvious excitement of what that entailed by the bulge in his jeans. She had to admit he had a point, so hung up the things she brought with her and followed him down the stairs to the street.

"I just hope he doesn't start jerking off in the store when I try things on," she thought to herself as they waited for a bus.

•••••

The lingerie shop was pretty much the same as any other Natalie visited from time to time. She did require a particularly good fit for her firm heavy tits, so cheap bras were a waste of money for her. Jerome, who clearly had never been in a women's intimate garment shop before, looked around with his mouth half open. Natalie hoped he didn't start drooling.

"I think we should look in the section that are a little more risque," Jerome muttered to her after seeing some less than revealing bra and panty sets on display near the front door.

She elbowed him in the ribs and walked to a far corner of the store where the items on the mannequins and hanging on the wall seemed more in line with his train of thought. For the next few minutes, they checked sizes and colors, holding up different items against Natalie's arm to see how compatible they were with her dark skin.

The white and yellow sets were too bright in her mind, leaving her trying to decide between a lacy powder blue one and a very revealing red set with thong panties that were little more than a small patch of material in the front and finger thin straps for around her waist and through her ass crack.

"I like the red," Jerome told her, turning his back toward the rest of the store as he brushed a hand over the now protruding bulge in his jeans.

"You would, pervert, there's not enough fabric to cover my tits or pussy," she replied while still holding that one in her hand.

"Yeah, I figured," he grinned wickedly, taking the bra and panties from her hand and marching to the cash register.

The clerk eyed him suspiciously as he laid down the garments and handed her a credit card. She ran the transaction without an incident and they left to go back home.

"You really expect me to wear those things...with you watching?" she said plaintively when they got back to his apartment.

"Of course," he responded coolly with the mirth at her discomfort evident in his eyes, "if you are going to be natural and not a nervous wreck on camera, you need to practice until you're comfortable with someone watching...and that's me."

Natalie had to admit he had a point, but wasn't about to tell Jerome that right away. Instead she suggested they do a practice video using the clothes she brought from her place and the underwear she already was wearing. She stood staring at him for a moment before he realized she wanted him to leave the bedroom while she changed.

After she pulled the hoodie over her head, she dropped her jeans around her ankles and stepped out of them. A quick look down over his tits to her panties told her something she would have to take care off right away. Dark tufts of her pussy hair peeked out from the sides of her cotton panties and would be even more evident when she put on the red thong. She quickly slipped on the frilly blouse and short skirt, smoothing the material down before opening the bedroom door.

Jerome looked up from where he was paging through the sites of other woman. He put down a pencil on a yellow legal pad where he was making a few notes.

"I suggest trying this two ways," he told her, turning back to the TV screen, "one with you dressed as you are and then perhaps in just the bra and panties. If you'll notice, almost everyone on here is not wearing much more than that and the point of this exercise is to attract subscribers."

Natalie gulped and nodded her head in assent. She still wasn't sure about displaying her body but Jerome was only saying things that made sense. If he happened to get off as a side benefit, so be it, especially if she got to watch him.

For the next hour or so, they tried different poses on the chair in front of the bookshelves. Jerome gave her a large book to pretend to read while not blocking the view of her tits and ass. After a while, the script came easier and more natural, but the visuals didn't seem to work.

"I guess just the bra and panties are the next step," Natalie was first to admit, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping out of the skirt without bothering to ask Jerome to look away.

She sat in the chair, holding the book off to one side as she looked at the camera smiled and repeated the revised script. Jerome had her change position slightly a few times, including spreading her thighs as wide as if she was wearing jeans. After three more attempts, he grinned at her cheerfully.

"I think that's it," he said happily, bringing the short video up on his computer screen, "except for a couple of details."

"Such as?" Natalie asked, agreeing the forty-five second or so video looked polished yet natural.

"We need to shoot the final version with you wearing the red lingerie," he told her while bringing the just completed video back up for another view, "and you need to trim that hair in your crotch so it at least fits under the panties and remove that on your legs completely."

Natalie blushed and nodded in agreement. She hadn't had any sort of sexual relationship in months and months, so she hadn't bothered with that sort of personal grooming.

"Here, you can get the bulk of it with this," Jerome said, handing her a cordless trimmer, "and after your done we can decide if you need to take off more."

"Now?...Right...here?" Natalie exclaimed, her face and neck flushing at the thought of him watching her trim her pussy hair or shave her legs and underarms.

"Why not? We're ready to video the final cut and everything is set up," he replied casually as if her were asking her to touch up her lipstick.

"I'll be right back," Natalie exclaimed as she got to her feet and grabbed the hair trimmer, the red lingerie and her jeans and hoodie then stomped across the hall to her own apartment still in her underwear, firmly closing the door behind her.

"Fucking pervert," she thought to herself as she trimmed the hair above her pussy closely then climbed in the shower and soaped up her legs and crotch, "probably would have loved to jerk off watching me shave my cunt."

The more she thought about that, the more aroused she became, making a mental note to maybe, just maybe, do that live if the web site went well. She shot an especially large volume of pussy juices when she climaxed before drying off, putting on the red lingerie and a robe and crossing back to Jerome's apartment.

Jerome's cock did seem to stiffen a little when she removed the robe and positioned herself in the chair. The bra was little more than two patches of silky red fabric that barely covered her two inch wide aureolas. The triangle of material covering her mons didn't extend to all of her trimmed pubic hair.

He didn't say a word, simply went into his bathroom, handed her a razor and walked into the other room. Natalie pulled the tiny panties down over her thighs and scraped away the remaining pussy hair until only a half inch wide strip remained. She readjusted the panties making sure no hair was visible and called him back into the room.

It took three more tries before they had a video introduction that satisfied them both. By then, Natalie's pussy was throbbing in anticipation of seeing herself on screen while barely clothed, knowing men she didn't, and wouldn't ever, know were jerking off looking at her body.

Naturally, Jerome made a rude comment about hoping the video captured her luscious cameltoe. She looked down to see the way the panties pulled up between her puffy pussy lips, the slight scent of her sex wafting to her nose with a small wet spot staining the fabric. The aroma and wet spot made her yet more aroused as she squirmed to cover herself with her robe.

Twenty minutes later, the video was posted and her new account set up. They added a note that subscription would be free for one week, at the end of which she would have a live chat to get ideas about her subscriber interests.

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Natalie was sitting on her new couch opening the latest package when she heard the lock click and Jerome enter her apartment. She turned and grinned at him before dumping the contents of the package on the coffee table.

"The latest lingerie," she told him briefly as he helped himself to some wine and brought the bottle to top off her glass.

In the six months since first posting, things could not have gone better for her. From the modest beginning of seven viewers for her first live chat, she now had close to fifteen hundred enrolled in plans costing from $19.99 to $49.99 a month. Those in the more expensive category, of course, received lots of special attention from her.

Not everything went smoothly at the outset, but with Jerome's considerable help, they worked through the kinks and became one of the most successful and watched sites. In addition to thrice weekly hour long shows with subscribers, she offered videos of past events and private online chats, all for an additional cost. She was truly amazed at the amount of soiled panties she sent at subscriber's request each month, especially during her period or the ones she wore while masturbating and squirting for their viewing pleasure.

She also caught the eye of some corporate sponsors. She was deluged with offers to model their lingerie or demonstrate their sex toys live, all of which paid even more. As a result, she moved to a much nicer apartment with a second bedroom outfitted with the best audio and video equipment she, or more accurately Jerome, could find.

He refused to move from his old ratty place, claiming he had too much history, having lived there since his sophomore year in college. It hardly mattered since he spent whatever time Natalie needed at her place using the expensive equipment. In a nod to their humble start, both of them still drank wine from water glasses, even that which cost more per bottle than her former graduate school stipend.

All that she managed to do with three hours of live chat a week and perhaps another six or seven in preparation or private conversations or shows. She still had plenty of time to pursue her graduate degree.

"So what did you get that's new today?" Jerome asked her, flopping into a chair across from the sofa and absentmindedly rubbing his bulging cock through his jeans.

"One package was lingerie...see through bras and panties, a few sheer negligees and the like. The other are some new toys I've been asked to review."

"Well let's take a look and decide what you want to wear when and where," he said casually, picking up one item after another and holding them at arm's length.

"I think I'll save that panty set for a private chat," Natalie told him as she held a sheer see through bra that wouldn't completely cover her nipples and panties so small the outside edges of her pussy lips would remain exposed, "along with that purple g-spot vibrator and black anal plug."

As she talked, Natalie casually stripped off the t-shirt and jeans she was wearing to stand totally naked holding up the different outfits against her body. Jerome, having seen her nude so many times now, didn't even flinch, more interested in the features of the g-spot vibrator than her naked body.

Natalie giggled, thinking back to that first time Jerome saw her completely naked. She had been doing chats and shows online for maybe a month when one of the subscribers made a rather rude request in a private message. Natalie not only rebuffed the guy but banished him from the site. Jerome noticed she was upset and asked what happened.

"So what?" he asked her after she explained what the guy wanted. "You are practically naked for them now so what's the big deal if they see your nipples or pussy slit? As best I can tell you have a fairly standard issue female body."

"I happen to think I'm very special," Natalie told him indignantly, "and unique in my own way."

"Yeah, if you say so," Jerome egged her on, "but as an expert on naked women based on my years long study of porn, I still see standard equipment."

For a few moments, Natalie just stared at him indignantly. Since she was wearing the red bra and panty set that left close to 99% of her body exposed and had been hinting to subscribers they could see even more if her tips reached a certain point.

Jerome watched each of her performances from behind the camera while monitoring the audio feed all the while openly stroking himself. More than once, he had cum on his belly while she was live. While the subscribers thought she was talking to them, she was really looking at and addressing him.

Suddenly, in a huff, she ripped off the top barely covering her erect nipples and stepped out of the panties. Her puffy pussy lips, with a hint of moisture glazing the edges betrayed the anger that couldn't disguise her arousal.

Jerome just grinned at her as he began stroking his stiffening cock again. For a moment she just stood and glared at him before sitting back down, her thighs deliberately spread wide so her pussy lips gaped open. His grin simply broadened.

"I know you like watching guys jerk of, so don't tell me you never even thought about one jerking off and cumming on your fingers and pussy while you masturbate," he said softly as he thumbed a bead of precum that bubbled up on the tip of his dick.

"Well...yeah," she admitted shyly, brushing a finger over the strip of hair leading to her pussy, "but I just thought that guy was rude to suggest I do it for all to see."

"The camera is off now," Jerome murmured lowly, "so no one but us would know if you tried it."

Natalie bit her lip and rolled her eyes, her finger seemingly with a mind of its own as it split her moist pussy lips and circled the hardening nub of her clit. Jerome shifted slightly, giving her a better view of one hand stroking his cock and the other gently squeezing his dangling balls.

"You know your a fucking pervert don't you?" she murmured lamely, leaning back to fondle her right nipple while continuing to finger her pussy. "I suppose next you'll want me to give you a blow job live online or take your cock in my ass."

"I wasn't planning on a blow job for at least another month," he laughed, getting to his feet and walking closer to stand over her, "and figured you want your pussy fucked first...but I'm all yours if you have other...um...preferences."

She reached over and punched his hip, unable to resist his juvenile humor. She then cupped his ass cheek in her hand and pulled him closer to stand between her spread thighs. She let out a low moan when the first droplet of his precum dripped on to the finger encircling her clit.

"Just shut up and jerk off on me," she commanded him, letting go of his ass to slide two fingers from that hand into her gaping cunt.

Jerome started pounding his dick with his hand frantically, anticipating that her growing moans and quivering thighs presaged her imminent orgasm. After a moment, she arched her back and let out a loud shriek as her pussy juices erupted on his hand and cock and legs. Before she even stopped squirting, he leaned forward with his free hand on her shoulder. The first spurt of his cum splattered on her belly button followed by three more that coated her hand and dribbled down through her glistening pussy lips.

Natalie slumped back in the chair with her eyes closed, the diminishing aftershocks to her orgasm rippling through her body. Jerome dropped to his knees and sat back on his heels, looking directly into her cunt and the milky fluids leaking out to ooze down to her asshole.

After that, Natalie had no reservations about displaying herself or even fingering her pussy for the subscribers who had web cams and jerked off with her. Of course, whatever they thought was happening, she was watching Jerome stroke himself just for her, getting his cock as hard as he could to cum for her wherever she wanted when the camera was turned off.

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