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Fapping Materials / Re: Brad The Bully Story
« on: March 05, 2020, 05:13:35 AM »
My mom tried to pick out nice, modest outfits but the store owner insisted on the sluttier clothing. He told her that it was more her style. These, of course, are the outfits my mom would be getting to buy at half price. Her new wardrobe was coming together quickly.
After demonstrating the outfits for the fashion show, she then had to wear the outfits around the store, starting with the first and changing into the next one every 20-mins until she's finally walking around the store in lingerie. Women don't make eye-contact with her but they did check out her outfits, examining the tag and wondering if they should buy them. The guys, however, check her out for other reasons. They perve all over her, touching the outfits, closely examining her tits and ass and remarking how they might buy the outfits for their wives. My mom smiles professionally as the perverts get handsy, feeling the fabric and tugging on the tags to better see the price. "Jumbo-sized, eh? Looks great! Can I pose for a picture?"
"S-sure," my mom answered, her mouth frozen in a big smile.
The man slung his arm tightly around my mom's bare waist, pulling her hips against his side. My mom did her best to keep smiling as the man reached down and grabbed the tag hanging off her left tit, holding it up for the camera to see: "Jumbo Sized."
During her next shift at work, her boss praised her modeling at the mall clothing store. He told her she had a real talent for it "now that you have the right tits for the camera," and he offered to set her up with one of his modeling agent buddies. It was the best news my mom had heard all year. She agreed instantly. Her boss continued thrusting his cock between her legs.
There was a special 'bring your daughter to work day' that week. Since she didn't have any daughters, she thought it might be to take me instead.
"But, mom... I'm a boy," I protested pathetically.
"Of course, everyone knows that! But it would be good for you to come to learn a bit about how the business world works!"
I did want to get a bit of experience and see how the studio was where my mom worked. I agreed. Since Vanessa was interested in joining the news channel world as a weather-girl, it was an invaluable experience for her to join along too. The pair of us went to the studio that evening.
"Hi everyone, this is my daughter!" My mom said as she presented me with a laugh, enjoying seeing me squirm with humiliation. "It's just a joke," she whispered beneath her chuckles. I sighed as I saw Vanessa giggling with a hand over her mouth.
My mom led Vanessa around the studio, introducing her to all the executives and directors. They looked her up and down with hungry eyes.
"So, you want to be a weather girl when you get older? I think you'd make a GREAT addition to our studio," Becky's boss said as he shook Vanessa's hand. Vanessa had an excited, grateful smile on her cute face as she shook the boss's hand.
"I would LOVE to work here, and maybe follow in BB's footsteps," she gushed excitedly. I kicked my feet at the floor as I stood by the wall, pretty much unnoticed, except for the occasional joke about me being BB's 'daughter.' Vanessa got all the attention, and she loved it. She whispered excitedly to me how great it was to get these inside connections. I reluctantly agreed and supported her.
My mom's meeting with the 'model casting agent' the following week went great - for the agent. My mom was eager from the getgo - this was her lifelong dream, she didn't want to squander her chance - and the agent picked up on her desperation. He spoke to her about modeling and slowly pressured her into going past her limit. "You know, there's just not really much interest these days if you're not willing to do tasteful nudity."
"I guess if it's tasteful, I'd be okay with it," she answered naively.
A few minutes later she was signing her first contract. She felt pressured by the agent and barely looked over the pages she signed, naively trusting it to be a fair contract. She didn't even read the numerous clauses she had to initiate. She tried to keep a professional manner as she signed document after document. Little did she know she would be under contract for a thing called 'live modeling' where she would basically be working as a camgirl, stripping her clothes and talking dirty to clients as they jerked off to her online.
And the clauses she initialed? She was under contract to the CamStudio for a year, and she was barely getting paid. It wasn't all webcam stuff, the studio also took pictures of her.
The photo-shoots always started with her wearing ridiculously skimpy outfits and posing in all sorts of ways. But, as the photoshoot went on, she had to strip more and more until they were taking pictures of her naked while she had to spread her legs, hold one of her large tits in her hands and hold up a peace sign with the other. That pose became her signature shot, included at the end of every photoshoot. 'Tasteful nudity' indeed.
A month later she was signing a new contract for more money, in return for agreeing to use dildos during the cam sessions. Two months later she signed her first deal for full licensed filming. It included starring in 10 adult videos. A day later she was staring in her first porn video (that she was aware of). A week later she was filming her first live anal scene. Eleven months later she was a well-known pornstar, putting out new explicit videos every few weeks. She did everything: Lesbian scenes, double penetration, blowbangs, rimjobs, and even 'entirely anal, 0% pussy' gangbangs. She was known as 'that pornstar who was too stupid to use a fake name before getting into the business.' Her other known name was 'Butthole Becky.'
Her most famous video was titled: "Ten guys line up to destroy a dumb-blonde MILF's asshole."
She still had her job at the news studio, too, but things had been degrading there from bad to worse. The 'secret' arrangement between her and the two cameramen had slowly leaked throughout the studio, and all the guys wanted a turn with the gorgeous up-and-coming blonde starlet. My mom knew she had to do her best to keep the secret contained, but it grew difficult. It was not unusual for her to show up to her office only to find that her appointment calendar had six or seven 'meetings' scheduled with different crew members.
She tried so hard to maintain her status as a professional as she opened the door to let one guy out of her office, all the crew glancing over as she let another in. She closed the door behind him then took her position on the couch while he began to undo his pants.
Worst still, every few weeks one of the producers would have her accompany them to a business trip somewhere for a weekend. Mr. Richards would remind her how important it was for both of her careers that she kept the producers happy. Sometimes she never even made it out of the limo from the airport before the producer already had her bent over the seat, skirt pulled up to her hips and cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She basically became a weekend call-girl for the executives at the news studio.
Meanwhile, back
After demonstrating the outfits for the fashion show, she then had to wear the outfits around the store, starting with the first and changing into the next one every 20-mins until she's finally walking around the store in lingerie. Women don't make eye-contact with her but they did check out her outfits, examining the tag and wondering if they should buy them. The guys, however, check her out for other reasons. They perve all over her, touching the outfits, closely examining her tits and ass and remarking how they might buy the outfits for their wives. My mom smiles professionally as the perverts get handsy, feeling the fabric and tugging on the tags to better see the price. "Jumbo-sized, eh? Looks great! Can I pose for a picture?"
"S-sure," my mom answered, her mouth frozen in a big smile.
The man slung his arm tightly around my mom's bare waist, pulling her hips against his side. My mom did her best to keep smiling as the man reached down and grabbed the tag hanging off her left tit, holding it up for the camera to see: "Jumbo Sized."
During her next shift at work, her boss praised her modeling at the mall clothing store. He told her she had a real talent for it "now that you have the right tits for the camera," and he offered to set her up with one of his modeling agent buddies. It was the best news my mom had heard all year. She agreed instantly. Her boss continued thrusting his cock between her legs.
There was a special 'bring your daughter to work day' that week. Since she didn't have any daughters, she thought it might be to take me instead.
"But, mom... I'm a boy," I protested pathetically.
"Of course, everyone knows that! But it would be good for you to come to learn a bit about how the business world works!"
I did want to get a bit of experience and see how the studio was where my mom worked. I agreed. Since Vanessa was interested in joining the news channel world as a weather-girl, it was an invaluable experience for her to join along too. The pair of us went to the studio that evening.
"Hi everyone, this is my daughter!" My mom said as she presented me with a laugh, enjoying seeing me squirm with humiliation. "It's just a joke," she whispered beneath her chuckles. I sighed as I saw Vanessa giggling with a hand over her mouth.
My mom led Vanessa around the studio, introducing her to all the executives and directors. They looked her up and down with hungry eyes.
"So, you want to be a weather girl when you get older? I think you'd make a GREAT addition to our studio," Becky's boss said as he shook Vanessa's hand. Vanessa had an excited, grateful smile on her cute face as she shook the boss's hand.
"I would LOVE to work here, and maybe follow in BB's footsteps," she gushed excitedly. I kicked my feet at the floor as I stood by the wall, pretty much unnoticed, except for the occasional joke about me being BB's 'daughter.' Vanessa got all the attention, and she loved it. She whispered excitedly to me how great it was to get these inside connections. I reluctantly agreed and supported her.
My mom's meeting with the 'model casting agent' the following week went great - for the agent. My mom was eager from the getgo - this was her lifelong dream, she didn't want to squander her chance - and the agent picked up on her desperation. He spoke to her about modeling and slowly pressured her into going past her limit. "You know, there's just not really much interest these days if you're not willing to do tasteful nudity."
"I guess if it's tasteful, I'd be okay with it," she answered naively.
A few minutes later she was signing her first contract. She felt pressured by the agent and barely looked over the pages she signed, naively trusting it to be a fair contract. She didn't even read the numerous clauses she had to initiate. She tried to keep a professional manner as she signed document after document. Little did she know she would be under contract for a thing called 'live modeling' where she would basically be working as a camgirl, stripping her clothes and talking dirty to clients as they jerked off to her online.
And the clauses she initialed? She was under contract to the CamStudio for a year, and she was barely getting paid. It wasn't all webcam stuff, the studio also took pictures of her.
The photo-shoots always started with her wearing ridiculously skimpy outfits and posing in all sorts of ways. But, as the photoshoot went on, she had to strip more and more until they were taking pictures of her naked while she had to spread her legs, hold one of her large tits in her hands and hold up a peace sign with the other. That pose became her signature shot, included at the end of every photoshoot. 'Tasteful nudity' indeed.
A month later she was signing a new contract for more money, in return for agreeing to use dildos during the cam sessions. Two months later she signed her first deal for full licensed filming. It included starring in 10 adult videos. A day later she was staring in her first porn video (that she was aware of). A week later she was filming her first live anal scene. Eleven months later she was a well-known pornstar, putting out new explicit videos every few weeks. She did everything: Lesbian scenes, double penetration, blowbangs, rimjobs, and even 'entirely anal, 0% pussy' gangbangs. She was known as 'that pornstar who was too stupid to use a fake name before getting into the business.' Her other known name was 'Butthole Becky.'
Her most famous video was titled: "Ten guys line up to destroy a dumb-blonde MILF's asshole."
She still had her job at the news studio, too, but things had been degrading there from bad to worse. The 'secret' arrangement between her and the two cameramen had slowly leaked throughout the studio, and all the guys wanted a turn with the gorgeous up-and-coming blonde starlet. My mom knew she had to do her best to keep the secret contained, but it grew difficult. It was not unusual for her to show up to her office only to find that her appointment calendar had six or seven 'meetings' scheduled with different crew members.
She tried so hard to maintain her status as a professional as she opened the door to let one guy out of her office, all the crew glancing over as she let another in. She closed the door behind him then took her position on the couch while he began to undo his pants.
Worst still, every few weeks one of the producers would have her accompany them to a business trip somewhere for a weekend. Mr. Richards would remind her how important it was for both of her careers that she kept the producers happy. Sometimes she never even made it out of the limo from the airport before the producer already had her bent over the seat, skirt pulled up to her hips and cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She basically became a weekend call-girl for the executives at the news studio.
Meanwhile, back