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Name: Marina West
Age: 34
Height: 5'6
Cup Size: 32DDD

It has been weeks since Marina decided to move into the large suburb with her son, Zachery. The windy weather around Chicago was definitely a rude awakening for the small family, given that they had resided in the Orange County for the longest time, but seeing as the 34 year old mother's work brought her here, there wasn't much room for debate. Of course, Marina was eager to make this work, especially given how little time they spent together prior to the divorce. But unfortunately, her eighteen year old son was less than eager to stroll about with her. The reason was simple; while Marina was oblivious to the fact (despite being a model) that she had a body built for sin, the men around the neighborhood weren't. So, during the few occasions that they went out together, Zachery had to deal with the distant whistles and drooling men as they walked together. Of course, there wasn't much that Marina could do, given that her large DDD cups stretched the fabric of any article of clothing that she wore.

The blonde mother wasn't aware of her son's emotions, and would often beg of him to go outside and make some friends. Still, he wouldn't let up and spend most of his days inside, by himself. The days that he did go to school, he'd normally just rush back home without so much as a goodbye to his friends. If he had any.

Still, she was hopeful. He could change...eventually. Anything was possible right?
 
Victor Sommers
Age: 20
Weight 145
Height 5'11"
Short blonde hair blue eyes
Thin with light build, athletic with no tatoos or piercings.

God, she so hot

Skimming through all of the images of Mrs. West was a great way to end my day. A lot of models out there in the world but for some reason Mrs. West stood out for me. I couldn't quite put my finger on as to why with those thin hips, large chest, bright blonde hair and nice backside or the fact she posed in uniforms. Either or after a rough day at wor coming home and pulling up her face and body it all melted away as her image seemed to say to me "let me help you relieve that stress" and with that all the pain and wear melted away. Me being so young and in college Mrs. West seemedto be well out of my league. Guys here would refer to her as a MILF but wouldn't be any less attracted to her, but they had girlfriends as I had none and hadn't for some time. My computer and images of Mrs. West were my only real companions in this world.
 
I sighed, as the free time began to get to me. I thought that by working part-time, that my son and I could bond. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case and I found myself in my room, learning how to properly program websites. Of course, mine wasn't anything from spectacular, at least in my own eyes. Still, I was proud of myself to having been able to write up a little instant chatroom available on my site.

To my surprise, I found that there was one another user browsing through my site. Curious, and perhaps a little lonely, I typed in:

"Hi! How are you liking my site? Not too bad, I hope :) "
 
When the little icon popped up I thought it was a fake, some sort of poser pretending to be the Webmaster but it was legitimate and my heart began pounding in my chest that it was actually Mrs West that I sank into my jaw with a slacked jaw I couldn't believe it. Most websites of models you wouldn't get to talk to them but here apparently THE Mrs. West was asking me how I liked her site and of course I wanted to tell her yes but my hands were trembling at the keyboard over what to say. Do I say "yes I jerk off all the time" or just a delicate "its great. I love it!" Or a firm "yeah, its cool"

After a moment I typed out "its a fantastic website. I love it and clicked send.
 
"its a fantastic website."

I couldn't help but smile at this response. It was so satisfying to hear that. Eagerly typing away, I eyed the screen in hopes that he or she wouldn't leave the site while my fingers pressed the keys. Finally, making sure that I didn't make any embarrassing mistakes, I sent my reply:

"It's so nice to hear that! Well stick around. I have plenty of time to chat, so I'd be happy to hear anything recommendations you have."
 
Recommendations? I thought 'what would she need to hear from me?' After all she was a model. Well paid and has done well for herself. What could she ask from me? But after relaxing I nodded and tried to keep my emotions in check and tapped out;

what would you like to hear because I have many recommendations for you

Clicking send I reviewed the message and hope she didn't take it as perverted as it sounded, but being a guy on a female model's personal website, what is there a man to do on a place such as this. It was no secret, but then again I was always shy about coming here. The other guys have their girlfriends and their 'movies' but me there was this website gave me personal pleasure that got me off day after day and in the end I had to be cautious about how to get rid of the stuff but now that Mrs. West was actually speaking, rather typing messages, out to me, it was an exilerating rush through my entire body and then opening up a second tab on the computer screen accessed her pictures again and began skimming through, looking for anything new or interesting.
 
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" what would you like to hear because I have many recommendations for you"

Not knowing what exactly I wanted to hear in the first place, I replied; "Oh, anything relating to the site. It's still new, so it might have some quirks." eagerly awaiting his response. He was taking a bit longer for this one, so I assumed that he was either no longer online (as it takes a little while for my site to recognize this) or that he was browsing through the site. Of course, there wasn't too much he could see if he was. I had pictures of myself up, modeling various uniforms and one set involving sportswear.
 
Typing and typing as fast as my fingers could I wanted to point out everything possible that, in my opinion, might help:

Three things off the top of my head: maybe an intro movie to the site. Nothing long just something to show what you do here with your voice and various pictures and maybe a "personalized purchase, where for a fee, a fan can purchase either photos or video of you doing thhings such as: posing as a college student and those photos just be for that fan. The chat room is a good idea. Perhaps you can give one-on-one sessions to your fans for either no charge or a little extra


Clicking the send button and smiling even further I pulled up the images of Mrs. West that I had already aquired and there was one of her in a red sports bra smiling right at the camera.
That one alone as enough to make me shoot and coat that sports bra, and he ace on hot, thick, spunk. But it was just a dream.
 
"Personalized purchase". Hm. It seemed like a pretty good idea to me, after all, it could theoretically provide some more income for relatively little effort. I smiled at the idea of providing more while still having this ample amount of free time. I eagerly typed in:

"That's a great idea! I'll definitely take it into considering. Say, what's your name?" I asked with a bright smile on my face. Obviously, unknowing to whatever he was doing at the moment.
 
Is it wrong for me to do? After all, she was a gorgeous model, posing in clothes. I wasn't going to do anything sick or demented just relieving tension in my body and afte awhile of looking and seeng that responded I couldn't help but smile t my good fortune that she liked the idea that typing on the keyboard asked, "when do you think you can do that?" Because I wanted to be the first person on that train to get them. Yes, her photo shoots were sexy to begin with, but imagine the photos she send of your own privatized shoot with her posing with a face that says "these are just for you."
 
"when do you think you can do that?"

"I'm not sure. About three days?" I typed, as I didn't know myself. "Truth be told, I don't really know what to take a picture of. The best I could do here in my own home would be some amateur cell phone camera shots. I'm not sure if any fan would enjoy those." There were only a few like that on my site, such as me posing in that sports bra. I had no idea what people wanted exactly - hence why I was more than content taking photos for your ordinary, bland uniforms for the most part. But of course, I wasn't going to let this potential fan know that.
 
Three days? Three days would seem like a lifetime! But thus it had to be. The site was new and Mrs. West seemed to be fresh as well when it came to website development. No worries. In three days or so I could purchase my own photos of her, not doing anything sick, but still, the photos would be for me and that brought a smile to my face that couldn't be wiped away very easily as I typed:

Great! I'll be the first one to buy them when you are ready ;)

After sending it I wondered if, by chance, I had come off too strong.
 
" Great! I'll be the first one to buy them when you are ready ;) "

I smiled at this comment, as I responded "Great! You'll be my first customer then. ;)" in an equally playful manner. Still, the thought of what I would wear for these photos got me a bit anxious. And so, I couldn't help myself but to ask this stranger "Seeing as you're going to buy, what would you suggest for these photos?"
 
Well, nothing sick. I mean, not anything like masterbation or sex just wearing what the customer requested and posing as they wish

Boy I hope I don't get booted for this as the fingers touched the appropriate keys and then clicking on send and off the message went. It would take but a moment for Mrs. West to receive it and to type out a response and until that time it was going back to the picture. She is a very pretyy woman, I thought, any man wuld be happy just to have her in his company let alone marriage.
 
" Well, nothing sick. I mean, not anything like masterbation or sex just wearing what the customer requested and posing as they wish"

It seemed odd to read this, but I guessed that he simply didn't want me to "over show" myself like some amateurs on the web, who are desperate enough for attention that they would post things like that. I responded "Makes sense to me. What would you request for me to wear? I'll hold you to your word that you'll be my first customer. Lol. :) "
 
Immediatley my heart siezed up. It was too much at once! There was only one chance right now to get it right. My belief is that women posing in uniforms were the sexiest compared to my friends that liked it completely nude but to me that is where it losses its fantasy. Its no longer the college cheerleader with largest breasts and red hair and freckles but just a redhead so putting together everything inside my mind typed:

Anything with a Unform! Military, cheerleader, office, sports, anything that has a uniform. Not the skimpy stuff from Spencers but REAL uniforms!

Clicking send I had decided to let her to ultimately decide and let it be a surprise.
 

Anything with a Unform! Military, cheerleader, office, sports, anything that has a uniform. Not the skimpy stuff from Spencers but REAL uniforms!


I smiled, typing in "No problem then. Given that my site already has a few sets with me in military uniform, I'll gladly try something else that you listed." I was in fact glad that he didn't ask for anything skimpy. It really wasn't something that I wanted to post on this site, given how I was submitting everything in the same household as my son. "By the way, what's your name? I'm curious. :)"
 
Vicktor Sommer!

Already eagerly waiting with growing anticipation. It was only a few seconds and she had already commented that itmight be a few days. Oh, my heart wasn't going to be able to take such strain as the message was sent on its way and collasping into my chair was awaiting her response in my small,quiet apartment where I wasn't bothered by what was happening outside.
 
"Well Vicktor, it was great chatting with you. I'll try to get it up as soon as possible. Be sure to check regularly. :)" I said, as I eyed the camera on my dresser and thought of the number of photos that I would take. I finished with "I'll see you around!" before logging off. It looked like it was back to getting photos done.
 
Bye bye :)

Logging out of the chatroom and lettng out a long sigh of satisfaction, hands raised above the head with the fingers interwining and stretching the muscles and then the legs and feeling the blood flow through the limbs and my backside not feeling so numb as before and knowing that I had talked to a model for the first time left a beaming smile upon my face and looking at her pictures gave a whole new meaning to it.
 
...

The next day was pretty much all the same. I went over to the agency, signed a few papers and went off home. Of course, unlike yesterday, I had a mission - to finish my site. I took it down for 'maintenance' as I eagerly tapped away at my keyboard. It was a bit difficult at first, but soon I had a new page for 'members'. I had written that there would be a small fee for requesting and all that jazz, but I knew that at least I would have one follower, and that was good enough.

As for the photos? I took them in my own room. I put on and posed in numerous attires, such as business suits. If anyone would enjoy them, it would be Vicktor.

I had the set ready, with one holding me a note saying "these are just for you"

All I needed was for my favorite customer to come in for me to tell him of his purchase.
 
Pooh, the sit down for maintenance

Looking at the screen it was blocked and I couldn't get in. No matter. I still had photos from her site I had already downloaded. Things at school were rolling very slowly and there were wide gaps between assignments that allowed me plenty of free time to frolic and though I wasn't getting outside as much as I sould have I was keeping myself busy with Mrs. West's pictures, so much so that when my frinds do come by with their girlfriends, they don't appea to me for some reason. I guess they just didn't have the body type to my personal liking and though not the most handsomest man in the world, I was a man in college and like the rest of them, I had needs that were far different than my friends.
 
I waited for a while, and was just about to give up, just to see a user log in. It was Vicktor all right. With a triumphant smile, I typed in "Hey! The new section was added in, along with the set that you wanted. Sign up for a membership and you should get those photos that you requested. :)"
 
Giddy as a schoolgirl I signed up and accessed the site, purchased the membership, to see what this treasuretrove would reveal and to my surprise she did not fail to live up to her beauty wherever she went and whatever she wore and felt an instant hard on as she held up the small card that read that this was judt for me send a chill up my spine that throughout all this, the gurth of the internet, would I find someone like Mrs. West actually finding me and fullfilling my desires.
 
I got an email stating that somebody purchased a membership to my site - and quickly I got onto the chatroom and awaited comments from my fan. He was obviously busy, still I typed a message and hoped that he would respond:

"I got through this a lot more quickly than I thought. What do you think? Any more requests?"
 
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