Sara looked up from her essay and stared at the clock. "Three hours? How could it have been three hours already," she thought to herself. Of course, she knew how three hours could be sucked away writing something as exciting as a thesis on economic agendas during the 1500s. She could only get so excited about royalty using maritime investment as a way to gain wealth and power.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes, pulled her hair away from her face, and looked up at the clock again. 3:15, she had a little over an hour before her boyfriend got home, not a ton of time, but probably enough If she started now. She sighed heavily, slammed the laptop shut and jogged into the bedroom.
In the top of her closet, behind some vintage barbies her mom made her take home last Christmas, sat a cardboard box labeled "Undergrad," which mostly held stacks of work she thought she might need as she completed her graduate degree. It also held her secret: beneath the pile of pages lay a MacBook Air that she was terrified for anyone to find. Sara grabbed the laptop and dropped onto the bed, biting her nails and thinking about what to do next.
It had started, she told herself, as a gag. Just create an account to see what's out there. But once she saw what people were able to make on OnlyFans, and once she compared that to her mounting student loans, she decided it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. She figured she was attractive enough, long tan legs, dark hair, striking green eyes. Maybe her breasts weren't anything spectacular, but once she was exposed, how many guys really complained? She made some rules for herself. One, she'd never show her face, she couldn't risk her career for this. Two, she'd keep it from her boyfriend. He wasn't exactly the jealous type, but she was embarrassed that she needed this kind of help, and didn't think he'd be thrilled. Third, she'd only go as long as she needed to pay off her loans. It was fun making the videos and everything, but she didn't think it was something she wanted to do any longer than absolutely necessary.
The laptop dinged to life and she opened up a browser and logged in. She had some alerts, the usual, "show me your face" and "do you want to get married." She hadn't seen anything yet that scared her, so that was a relief. She had some tips too, and of course, some came with special requests. She didn't have time to get into those, it was already 3:30, only time for the basics. She dug around in the "Undergrad" box again and pulled out a small webcam and ring light. finished her setup and fell back onto the bed.
Usually, she started her videos with a strip tease, or some other foreplay, but today needed to be fast and to the point. "I'll go full analog then" she said to herself and pulled off her pants and shirt, and put on a plain white tee that fit tight to her chest. Sara booted up a recording program, made sure to frame out her face, and got to work.
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An hour later she was sitting at her desk, showered and fully dressed, putting the final touches on her edit. "Good enough," she thought, then pressed play for one last review.
She was sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing the white tee shirt and a pair of light pink panties that were made of a mesh that was just transparent enough to hint at her lips beneath the fabric. The shirt clung to her chest, creating perfectly round lumps that made it clear she was still wearing a bra.
"Good afternoon," she whispered to the camera. "I know how much you guys look forward to my dances, but I just don't have the time today. And you want to know what's worse?" Here she gestured to a black bullet-sized toy beside her. "I forgot to charge up my co-star. So, I guess we'll have to go back to our roots."
The toy hadn't actually been out of batteries, but Sara like to have a little narrative behind her videos. She wanted her play to be more exciting than the dry economic papers she wrote in her real life. In the video, Sara tossed the toy on the ground in mock frustration, then lifted up her shirt to reveal a fairly simple white bra and a yoga-toned core. Sara quickly removed the bra too, wishing that she'd put something more interesting on so she could have added a little more drama here. Oh well, she was in a rush.
She dangled her bra off the side of the bed, then let it fall to the floor near her toy. She let her hands start around her hips, run across her belly and then up to her breasts, which she covered fully with both hands.
The camera was an unmoving eye as she rubbed her breasts, allowing her arms to extend outward until only her nipples were left in the tips of her fingers. She moaned softly now, and the camera caught the first slight darkening of the light pink mesh covering her lips. She continued to massage her breasts with both hands, then let her right hand slide down her side, along her ribcage and back to her hip. She uncrossed her legs and lay back against her pillow, head remaining just outside the frame.
Her right hand slid into the band of her panties at her hip and she ran her fingers back toward her navel. She let her fingers slide out of the band and back towards her belly button, fanning up and down across her stomach a few times as her left hand continued to massage and play with her nipple.
More moans came now and she panted to the camera, "I feel like a teenager again." That kind of stuff always played with this crowd. Her right hand slid down over the fabric of her panties, two fingers pressing an indentation into the material as they traced the outline of her lips, and then obscured the view. One, two, three times she let her fingers pass across the material, finally pulling back to let her hand wander across her stomach and back up to her breasts. She gave them both a big squeeze and pushed them together as her knees flared out and she hummed with pleasure.
The only material covering her body was a dark pink now, her lips now fully outlined by the wet fabric. She slid both hands down her side, her index fingers grabbing elastic as she raised her legs into the air. The panties followed and the camera caught her legs, pointing straight at the ceiling, and just a hint of her bottom, before her feet dropped back to the mattress and she was fully exposed.
Things moved quickly from there. Her hands returned to her breasts momentarily as she spread her legs to reveal glistening lips topped by a uniform hint of hair that looked like it would be soft and inviting to the touch. Her right hand moved down her body again, urgently this time, not bothering to look seductive. She'd have to work on not rushing once she was actually aroused in future videos. All four fingers spread wide as they ran across the slight carpet of hair, then two darted forwards, splitting around her clit and heading downward, where the rejoined before dipping inside of her.
Real moans now, as her body wiggled on her bed. Her fingers went in and out slowly before trailing back up her body to her waist. Her fingertips paused just above her clit, then pressing down ran up and down across that sensitive spot until she was screaming. The audio in her speakers crackled and Sara made a note to mellow the audio there before she published.
In the video the fingers on her left hand were now working their way in and out of her while her right hand continued the motion on her clit. She was clearly loving it, but the view was obscured, another note for the next time. Her left hand moved to the bed and grabbed a fistful of sheets as her right finger settled into a rapid circle, pausing only to dip inside her when things got too intense. Her back arched, her voice caught in her throat and for a minute everything was silent. Then she let out a long scream and let both hands fall to her sides, exhausted. Her breasts heaved as the video faded to black.
"Not bad for a rush job," Sara thought as she made her final edits and saved down the file. She packed away her equipment while the video rendered and uploaded, then smoothed the top sheet on the bed. As she was double checking that the file was published, she heard keys in the apartment door.
"Sara, I'm home, I've been thinking about Pizza all day," her boyfriend called from the entryway.
"Yeah, that sounds great! Just let me put the finishing touches on this paragraph," she called back. She was about to snap the lid of the laptop closed when an alert caught her eye. It was a tip, for $500. Easily the most she'd ever gotten from one person. She opened the message.
"ScaredJohnny61 has sent you $500," the message read. "ScaredJohnny61 requests: a nude of you in the shower, pressing against glass. ScaredJohnny61 left a note: 'What can I get for $1,000?'"
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The rest of the night went well for Sara. Her boyfriend, Devin, was right about the pizza, it was exactly what she needed. After another hour or so on her thesis and an hour of TV, they went to bed where Sara, warmed from earlier, put on a show that ended with a screaming reverse cowgirl session that was capped off by Devin reaching around to rub her clit in time with their orgasms.
