You are a virgin... technically. A compulsive masturbator, you've rubbed your clit everyday and own a small, but impressive collection of toys including the lovense lush, ferri, and gemini. How did you afford these fancy toys? Internet porn!
You were never popular in school. A slow developer your body bloomed during the summer before college. Once you got to college you decided to capitalize on it; make a little cash and buy a nice car and some other nice things, maybe college could be different if you looked different. Maybe you'd be bolder, or at least a little less shy. You weren't.
You were smart about it. You didn't use any internet sites popular in America. You stayed on non-english, international sites. You wore a medical mask in all your videos. You didn't use partners, all solo stuff. First strip teases in your dorm when your roommate was at class. Then showing your boobs in public, but secluded spaces, empty corridors, public bathrooms, and the like. Eventually you were masturbating for money.
It didn't take long for you to get the money you needed. You stopped posting pics and videos, you didn't need the money anymore. You bought the luxury car you wanted, used, but new to you, and some fancy clothes, and still had enough money that you wouldn't need to work for a while. If anyone asked, and few people did, you told them you got lucky at a casino.
Then one day, Jack, a fellow student in your creative writing class asked you to read over a rough draft of a story for him.
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Jack was in his dorm room, alone. His roommate had dropped out, so he had a double room to himself. At least for now. Housing would catch up eventually and Jack was sure he would be assigned a roommate. It was the middle of the day, but he didn't have any classes until his late afternoon creative writing class, and he was caught up on homework. Dick in hand, he was looking at free porn from around the world on some pretty obscure sites. Google translate was a very useful tool for navigating. He stumbled upon a girl in a medical mask with her tits out in a library. It must have been staged because no one would walk around like that in a real library. Unless it was empty. Nice tits though. He wondered what it would feel like to have those wrapped around his cock.
Jack left the video to find something a little less tame, but he didn't close the tab. Something about it had caught his eye. After he finished his business he went back to that video and skimmed through it. Something was familiar in that video. He went through her other videos and eventually it clicked. That was his school library. It was the bottom floor of the six-story stack of books. Hardly anyone ever went down to that basement floor. There were a few videos of her down there, including one where she was using a vibrator-thingy inside her and vibrating nipple clamps where she claimed she had used them in class. The dorm room she masturbated in was similar to his own. She must be a student living in his building.
It took a few days to verify all of this and track her down from just her eyes and her voice. She always wore a medical mask, like during the pandemic. Eventually he found her. She was a girl in his creative writing class. How to handle this just right...
Jack wrote up a series of erotic tales featuring a character that was him and a character that was her. Fucking her face, making her beg, calling her names, cumming on her, tying her up and letting her vibrators make her orgasm, all sorts of dirty, sexy fun, a lot of the things she talked about in her videos. For good measure he even threw in a few episodes with her roommate; one a lesbian scene where he watched, and one a threesome. He interspersed pics of her between the text, still shots from her videos.
Jack put the story in an envelope and after their next creative writing class he stopped her before she left and said, "Do you mind proofing this for me? It's just a rough draft, so please read it somewhere private. I put some sensitive stuff in there, and I wanted your opinion on it. Thanks."
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OOC: PM if interested. Read my stuff to get a feel for my style. Thanks.
You were never popular in school. A slow developer your body bloomed during the summer before college. Once you got to college you decided to capitalize on it; make a little cash and buy a nice car and some other nice things, maybe college could be different if you looked different. Maybe you'd be bolder, or at least a little less shy. You weren't.
You were smart about it. You didn't use any internet sites popular in America. You stayed on non-english, international sites. You wore a medical mask in all your videos. You didn't use partners, all solo stuff. First strip teases in your dorm when your roommate was at class. Then showing your boobs in public, but secluded spaces, empty corridors, public bathrooms, and the like. Eventually you were masturbating for money.
It didn't take long for you to get the money you needed. You stopped posting pics and videos, you didn't need the money anymore. You bought the luxury car you wanted, used, but new to you, and some fancy clothes, and still had enough money that you wouldn't need to work for a while. If anyone asked, and few people did, you told them you got lucky at a casino.
Then one day, Jack, a fellow student in your creative writing class asked you to read over a rough draft of a story for him.
* * * *
Jack was in his dorm room, alone. His roommate had dropped out, so he had a double room to himself. At least for now. Housing would catch up eventually and Jack was sure he would be assigned a roommate. It was the middle of the day, but he didn't have any classes until his late afternoon creative writing class, and he was caught up on homework. Dick in hand, he was looking at free porn from around the world on some pretty obscure sites. Google translate was a very useful tool for navigating. He stumbled upon a girl in a medical mask with her tits out in a library. It must have been staged because no one would walk around like that in a real library. Unless it was empty. Nice tits though. He wondered what it would feel like to have those wrapped around his cock.
Jack left the video to find something a little less tame, but he didn't close the tab. Something about it had caught his eye. After he finished his business he went back to that video and skimmed through it. Something was familiar in that video. He went through her other videos and eventually it clicked. That was his school library. It was the bottom floor of the six-story stack of books. Hardly anyone ever went down to that basement floor. There were a few videos of her down there, including one where she was using a vibrator-thingy inside her and vibrating nipple clamps where she claimed she had used them in class. The dorm room she masturbated in was similar to his own. She must be a student living in his building.
It took a few days to verify all of this and track her down from just her eyes and her voice. She always wore a medical mask, like during the pandemic. Eventually he found her. She was a girl in his creative writing class. How to handle this just right...
Jack wrote up a series of erotic tales featuring a character that was him and a character that was her. Fucking her face, making her beg, calling her names, cumming on her, tying her up and letting her vibrators make her orgasm, all sorts of dirty, sexy fun, a lot of the things she talked about in her videos. For good measure he even threw in a few episodes with her roommate; one a lesbian scene where he watched, and one a threesome. He interspersed pics of her between the text, still shots from her videos.
Jack put the story in an envelope and after their next creative writing class he stopped her before she left and said, "Do you mind proofing this for me? It's just a rough draft, so please read it somewhere private. I put some sensitive stuff in there, and I wanted your opinion on it. Thanks."
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OOC: PM if interested. Read my stuff to get a feel for my style. Thanks.
