3. 2. Patron
Open on Kendall cupping her breasts and staring at you with a smile. Her stiff nipples show through her tight top. She is wearing an orange sports bra with white trim along the edges, and a pair of matching orange high-waisted hotpants that hug the form of her figure. Each of them has a white P emblazoned on them.
Her makeup is orange, too, her lips painted the same shade of orange while she is wearing white eyeshadow. Her lashes are dark and fanned, and she wears her long hair in a braid that hangs to her shoulder blades. She flutters her eyelashes at you while waiting for permission to speak. When given permission, she says, "I know what the chapter title is, and the truth is that some websites might be upset about that. I want to make it clear--this is not an actual ad. We were not asked and are in no way being compensated to do this, and ultimately this is not at all a call to action. Instead, this is informational. We want to educate you on a problem that many erotica writers face and inform you of potential solutions to the problem."
Moving her hands, she finds her nipples through her bra and gives them an experimental tug, lifting her breasts by them before leaving them to bounce. The effort is inexperienced, even clearly performative, but real pleasure does glitter in her eyes, mingling with surprise at what she just did for herself. Her smile returns, and after briefly glancing at her bosom, she returns her gaze to you. "So, think of this as just another silly chapter of KC's BTS content. If it seems like an ad, then that's a coincidence. It's like the Wendy's thing, though, I promise." She winks as she says this, and then licks her lips before continuing. "It's all hypothetical, and I have no actual, formal knowledge of the operations of websites."
Lifting herself, Kendall settles on the edge of the stained brown couch, parting her long legs and showing off her shapely thighs and the outline of her vulnerable womanhood through her shorts. Her eyes drift off screen, and her smile broadens as she stares expectantly at something. Then, she returns her gaze to you. "As it stands, if KC were to have a popular patron service, they would want to make one thing clear about it--they would hate the popular patron service's interface. The stories they write seem to look worse there, and they would have zero interest in trying to redirect readers to the actual site for the sake of reading.
"Which would mean that if KC were to have a popular patron service, then it would be a tool to help support them as a creator of content which is hosted free on other websites and which those websites use to draw and keep traffic alongside other, similar content. Content, which I might add, they do not pay the other creators to produce, either. Also, KC would point out the inherently exploitative nature of that relationship, where a hosting website gains traffic for content which they do not create through stories which they do not produce either through effort or through compensation, and that to reject stories that have such calls to action actually incentivizes the creation of other websites to store stories in the name of seeking compensation for the work done."
As she speaks, Kendall fingers the underside of her bra. She tugs it, lifting it to show a hint of her bosom. The underside of her breasts and cleavage come briefly into view before she stops, still smiling, tilting her head in amusement. "To be clear: KC would have zero interest in replacing the hosting sites with the popular patron service, which KC believes to be an inferior tool for the actual reading of such stories, but they do have an interest in receiving compensation for the work they do from people willing to compensate them, and they find that some websites which host their work and theoretically benefit from that work reject work that promotes such compensation, which not only makes it more difficult for them to receive compensation, but also makes it more necessary to create their own hub for content which will have to compete with the original host site, which is antithetical to the intentions of the original hosting site to begin with."
Teasing with her sports bra again, Kendall tugs it up without much ceremony, revealing her breasts to you. They fall heavily, her puffy nipples pink and swollen, her tit flesh swinging and swaying to a stop. She laughs, cupping them as they settle and then teasing her nipples with a purr as her eyes find something off screen again. "There. Did I get it right?"
"Yes, you did," I say. "James, you can join her."
Kendall follows James with her eyes as he approaches, his big, fat cock swinging before him and already leaking precum. He approaches with a manic hunger in his eyes, his gaze fixed on her breasts in the same way that she is staring at his dick. Kendall releases his breasts when he reaches her and smiles up at him as he stops before her. Taking hold of him by the hips, she purrs and kisses his crown before sucking him into her mouth. James, meanwhile, growls in response.
"Hot fucking mouth," he says, looking at you, and then he scowls. "Anyway, KC ain't trying to preach or none of that shit. He ain't boycotting or anything, either. He just don't get the system and thinks there should be a better away about it, a way where he can get information to the reader that ain't through the fucking forums, where the number of users would probably be smaller compared to traffic on the actual story."
Grunting, James looks down at Kendall, who is staring him with urgent want. Saliva runs down her chin, dripping onto her large, swinging breasts as she holds him by the hips and fucks her face with shallow strokes on his dick. Then, he looks at me in open, animal frustration. "You actually fucking expect me to say all this shit while she's blowing me?"
"I do."
"Then you're fucking stupid."
"Just do your best."
James' frustration turns to anger. "Dumbass," he mutters before taking hold of Kendall's head to guide her along his dick, slowing her before turning his glare on you. "Fine. Here's the fucking deal. Smut writing ain't fucking charity. Maybe someday UNICEF will get into the smut business, but until then, it's done by people who deserve to be fucking compensated for their work. Some of them don't want compensation. They do it for free, and that's fucking fine, but that ain't everyone, and the way things are, they're narrowing the field of who can make money and making it to where traffic has to be leeched to do it anyhow."
Still holding Kendall by the head, James begins to increase both the speed and the depth of her strokes. She chokes and gurgles on him, rings of saliva forming around his shaft as she holds him by the thighs. He forces her deep, holding her there until she struggles and then grunting as she slaps her pelvis. When he frees her, a thick film of frothy saliva and precum oozes from his shaft as she falls back, holding her throat and gasping.
