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She had never wanted to become a performer. In all honesty, the idea of being found out had long terrified her. In an age of influencers and self-broadcasting, she had remained a private young woman. Her demeanor was discreet; her gorgeous curves were all the time hidden under flowy, long garments.

She was not virginal nor prudish. Quite the contrary. Her favorite pastimes included swallowing cum, watching porn that pushed her kink threshold, and doing Tinder hookups with men too old for her. Her brain was definitely full of filth. It’s just she felt that no one had to know about it. Her sweet appearance helped keep her secret.

How someone like her found herself in a place this sordid seemed beyond explanation. The building security guy did a double take. The secretary asked her where she was intending to visit. The guy behind the desk took a long look at her when she entered, trying to infer things before he started his intake interview.

“Hey there, thanks for coming by,” he said, extending his hand to her, almost formal. Her own grasp shivered as she accepted his handshake, her sight following the tattoos up his arm.

“Thank you…”

“Please make yourself comfortable.”

She looked around the brightly lit room. It looked anything but comfortable. For a begin, it was full of cameras and gear. There was a flat leather couch, porn casting room style, and the most basic of chairs in front of his desk. That’s where she sat.

“We will get to talk about different things today, but I always like to start by asking how it is that our clients find out about us.”

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, unsure of how forthcoming she should be at this stage.

“My roommate told me about it.”

He smiled, tilting his head slightly. “Tell me more.”

“Well…”

She couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away nervously. “My roommate knows I have, well, a difficulty in reaching orgasm, and she assured me you guys could help me out.” She looked at him. “And that you’d walk me through different options.”

“Oh.” He nodded, silent for a second. “Has your roommate used our services?”

“No, not directly, but she has a friend.”

“Of course. Everyone has a friend. We are grateful for all of these friends’ recommendations. How did your roommate find out about your difficulty cumming?”

She blushed.

“I mean, we don’t really talk about it. I don’t really talk to anyone about this. But she she knows when I spend the night elsewhere, and she kinda asked me why I play with myself after being with guys. She said she started noticing a lot of toys arriving at the house and asked me if I have an OF. I told her no… I’m just trying to figure out how to cum. And so she told me about you all and said it was worth a visit.”

“That makes a lot of sense. So yeah, we do have an expertise in helping women become orgasmic. We love it when we push them to cum five, six times per session. Sometimes ten. Sometimes dozens.”

Her jaw must have dropped a little, for he chuckled and leaned in closer.

“Probably sounds incredible to you that that would happen, but you wouldn’t have heard about us if we couldn’t keep our promise. Anyhow… I don’t know if your friend told you about our business model. I assume you’re a college student.”

She nodded, not having wondered through the costs until now.

“Well, the cost of each session can be high and I am happy to discuss the details with you if it interests you. We have a loyal clientele among women successful in big tech, pharma, lawyers. But we thought of ways we could make ourselves available to younger women who might not be making that kind of money yet.”

“Our wealthier clients tend to be married and have really strong privacy concerns, but we have found that college students have more flexibility in that regard.” She could feel his gaze undressing her, and she honestly liked it.

“For younger clients who can’t pay for sessions, we have the option of doing them in a way that helps us recover our costs. First of all, those sessions happen in a camera room, a little like this one. The video then gets livestreamed to our paywalled website. We don’t sell previously recorded videos; it’s just livestream.”

She remained silent, in shock. This was something she had never wondered of for herself. She had long taken pride in her privacy and her kept image. At the same time, she was desperate for relief, and she would not be able to pay for it out of pocket.

“The other part is that sometimes patrons from the website will make specific requests and pay for them. Usually this means that you’d get paid for small things like getting tied up or letting someone put some cum on you as part of the session.”

She nodded and he looked down her body again, visibly biting his lip. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but at this point I would like to know what option interests you most, so we can focus on that.”

“I think the livestream model is the more realistic one for me.”

He smiled and reached into one of the desk drawers to pull out a ready packet of paperwork.

“I think you will be a great fit. The way this gets started is that you sign these papers for me while I set up the cameras in the room. We will get you undressed and we will continue our intake on camera as we start with our first session. Does that sound good? I will put out a casting livestream notice now.”

She knew better than to sign documents she had not read, but she was so overwhelmed by the whole thing that the words her eyes took in did not fully make sense. The text was filled with copyright legalese that sounded standard. Of course she had to consent to them doing things to her body. She could revoke consent before laying down on the pleasure couch, but once on it she no longer had the right to say no.

She signed the forms with a shaky hand as he adjusted the lights and turned on the cameras, and another guy entered the room.

“This is Steve. He will be manning the livestream while you and I get started. Please go sit on the pleasure couch. You don’t have to take off your clothes yet.”

She sat down on the flat couch and looked at the image of herself on one of the monitors — except it was not just her image. It was her on a stream, now live, with a flurry of comments popping up. She could see how many people joined in. 50, 87, 120. Over a thousand. She felt lightheaded and looked away from the monitor.

He walked behind her as Steve played the intro jiggle from one of the computers, announcing an audition livestream. He immediately got to work, placing her hands on her shoulders, at times tugging on her hair gently to get her to tilt her head for a close-up examination.

“So first things first. Have you ever cum while having a cock in that beautiful mouth of yours?”

She blushed immediately, quiet. She had stage fright; the paralyzing kind.

“That usually means that, if you haven’t actually come with a dick in your mouth, at least you’ve cum while fantasizing of having a dick in your mouth. Show us your mouth, princess.”

His fingers moved over her lips and pulled her mouth open. A camera zoomed into a closeup, his hand around her neck and his fingers violating her mouth. She opened wider.

“You look innocent but maybe our viewers are starting to believe that you might be a secret thirsty cumslut on their block. I bet you like sucking dick so much that the overflow runs onto your tits… Let’s take a look.”

He pulled her drapey top off her, revealing a gorgeous set of tits in a demi cup bra. “Look at this beauty. You got great jiggle material, sweetheart,” he said as his hands groped her and pulled the fabric off. “Oooooh, are those pretty little nipples pierced?”

Steve, camera guy, clapped loudly. She smiled awkwardly into the camera, her pierced nipples revealed. The comments on the livestream were now a flurry, but Steve signaled that there was a paid request in the chat. Someone had paid to have him lick her pierced nipples, and so he did. He circled them with his tongue, at times fidgeting with the piercing with his teeth. She felt her wetness growing.

“So, before we started on camera, you were telling me about how you often go back home after fucking a stranger and you play with yourself to cum. Why not do it instead before you fuck a stranger?”

“Because it feels better to cum when there’s a load inside me.” The chat box exploded and she didn’t need to look again to know what the paid requests were.

“We generally take our time on auditions because we don’t like scaring our girls away, but we already know we’ve got a real slut in the house. So let’s get to it.” He pulled off her long skirt, leaving her underwear alone. Before she realized, she was laying down on the flat couch, and he was rubbing her cunt with the palm of his hand.

“It looks like DankMeme42 is going to get your panties, sweetheart. Get them nice and wet for them.” He slapped her flesh and tugged on the fabric, making sure it would all get covered in her juices. “Don’t worry, DankMeme. She’s gonna keep wearing these through her audition.”

The signs in her body were all that she was gonna have a time of great pleasure, but she started to second guess herself. Maybe they were just using her and she wasn’t even gonna cum good. Maybe this was all too much. What if someone who knew her was watching?

“You know, maybe I should have asked you before we were on camera if other girls have been recognized from the stream.”

“Hah… Do you want the nice answer or the real one? Let’s be real. As everyone watching knows, once you’re on the couch, you can no longer say no. Which means that, no matter how much girls cry, we can’t stop paying uncles and teachers from coming on set and fucking their girls silly. My favorite so far was the time that some former classmates came to gangbang a girl fresh out of college. I don’t know. Is there someone you’re hoping will get to see your o face?”

She smiled, feeling a rush of panic through her body. She was practically naked, on camera, with his hand prodding her and fingering her, perhaps figuring out the angles and motions that worked on her. What would happen if she tried to get up and leave? She sat up on the couch, full of hesitation, when a new paid request came in.

“It looks like you are going to suck cock now, babygirl.”

Before she knew it, his hand was in her hair, pulling her onto his big cock. She choked immediately, causing a flurry of comments on the stream. But sucking cock was indeed her pastime, and she put her heart into it once she overcame her initial nervousness. When he pushed in to hit her throat, she stuck her tongue out and looked at the camera with tears in her eyes. “Guys, she’s really good at sucking cock, I’ll tell you that. But some of you are really want her to get creamed so that she can cum good.”

He shoved her back down onto the flat couch, pushing her panties apart and moving his wet dick between her legs. He pinned her hands against the couch as he slowly entered her, relishing the sensation of her tight pussy struggling to make way for him. She grunted. “Oh, good girl…”

He took her on the pleasure couch, in front of a captive virtual audience that cheered and opened up their wallets. She rarely came from intercourse alone, but the humiliation and kink were pushing her in new directions, so her insides began to create pleasure around his cock. Her gorgeous body took the poundings and tensed up. Her moans filled the room.

“You said you were a hard one to please but I can feel your pussy loving this cock, baby. Maybe you lied and you just wanted to get fucked on camera.”

“No… I… It feels good, I just have a hard time cumming.”

Her ass rubbed hard against the couch as he pounded her, and the slaps of his balls against her flesh grew louder with the mix of juices that overflowed her. He motioned Steve as he knew his orgasm was coming, and a camera zoomed in to capture the last stroke that filled her up with his seed. He withdrew slowly, careful to leave all the cream inside her little hole. His hands pulled her lips aside, displaying her insides for the camera.

“I see some requests in the chat for a cervical view… Let’s save that for the next session. I think this little whore has done enough to earn her orgasm. Now we can get to work. And you’ll see why your friends keep recommending us, babygirl.”

Before she knew it, he had pressed a wand against her clit, leveraging his expertise and the knowledge he had gathered in his quick exploration earlier. He immediately hit the perfect angle, causing her to look at him in disbelief.

“I bet you can’t believe I figured you out so quickly. I told you we’re experts here…”

The pleasure built so strongly and so rapidly that she spaced out. The strong vibrations of the wand built warmth around her clit, and the warmth began to expand beyond. She felt the tingle in her holes, in her inner thighs, in her lower belly. She could hear him talk but she didn’t know what he was saying. She tried to ask him not to stop, but at some point she was just babbling.

“Any bets on how many orgasms she’ll hit before the stream ends?”

The first one washed over her entire body, and it was unmistakably signaled by her scream and a whole body twitch that could have been mistaken for a seizure. He pressed his hand against her lower belly, holding her down against the couch as she came. But he was not withdrawing the wand and she began flailing to push him off. She was done. Why wasn’t he moving? She screamed she was done, but an extra pair of hands held her down by the tits. The wave that hadn’t quite washed away was coming back stronger. She had never felt such tension in her insides.

The audience was going crazy, and so was she, or at least that’s how she felt. She rode three waves, all of them close and overwhelming. The hands held her body down, kept her legs spread, as the wand forced more pleasure in her clit. She had never felt such deep and extended pleasure. She could feel the way the hands on her tits fidgeted with her piercings, the pressure the toy made on her pelvis. Each caress in her inner thighs melted her over. But her flesh was also starting to burn. He knew that it was time for a grand finale.

Without moving the wand, he inserted the G-spot steel wand into her tense pussy. Her screams became likely audible throughout the building. He wiggled the metal inside her and enjoyed the sight of her reddened body struggling to feel one final moment of relief.

“Come for me one last time, little whore. Your professors are watching and cheering for you.”

That did it. He pushed her over the edge. Her squirt gushed across the couch while her body trembled through one last orgasm, the strongest of them all. The good girl next door had been successfully reduced to a primal state; a thirsty female meant to fuck and breed. Her body was covered in sweat and marks from the hands. He removed the toys and placed them on the couch inches away from her pussy, creating a crass *mise en scène* for the camera. The livestream kept running as she collapsed, panting, covered in her juices and his cum. After a couple of minutes, he pulled off her panties and neatly folded them into a mailing envelope. Steve turned off the stream, high fived, and left the room.

“You did great on session one. And your stream was so successful that we are going to write you a check, too. We will be calling you in the next few days. In the meantime, if you know of any girls that have a hard time reaching orgasm, will you…?”

She nodded, still in another universe of pleasure. She knew she would definitely be back. Whatever it took. Having now tasted real pleasure, she was even more desperate for it.

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