Confessions of a College Porn Star

Part I: Introducing Amber Rhone or The Adventures of Tighty Whitey

Okay, so about me. My name is Amber Rhone. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, I stand five feet even, which makes my 36C-24-36 seem far more formidable than how other, taller girls might carry it, and even though I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth per se, I have always considered myself above certain things, menial labor being one of those. When it became apparent that I would need a job to supplement my student loans while attending college, the idea of working as a barista or flipping burgers just didn't do it for me, and I really couldn't see myself working as a secretary, either. No, there was really nothing I could think of that appealed to me. That is, until one night when I stumbled upon the live feed of a student I shared Algebra 1101 with.

I never talked to Mia prior to that point, but after watching her engage in sex from what seemed like her dorm room and all the money she generated from it, I had to find out how she got into it and how I might do the same.

The following day, after class, I timed my departure from the room to coincide with hers. "I really need to speak with you, if you have the time," I said as I tried to maintain her hurried pace.

"Go ahead," she said as she continued to push forward.

"It's about your show last night." That got her attention. She stopped. "I just want to know—"

"Hold on," she said, then took out a pen and wrote her number on the palm of my hand. "Call me after two." She then resumed her quickened pace, leaving me in her wake. My next class wasn't until four, so I went back to my dorm to plot out the most mature way to speak to her about her web cam show.

I called Mia at two-oh-five and she invited me to meet her at the Starbucks on campus. I was there by two-twenty. I introduced myself and bought each of us an iced mocha while we talked about frivolous things, and once we sat the real conversation began. Mia was first. "So, you saw my show last night. What did you think?"

"I don't have to tell you how beautiful you are," was my immediate response. She was Lebanese with long, dark hair and eyes and a skin tone just a shade lighter than that of our drinks. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, and she incited in me feelings I never knew lay dormant. "I mean, I've never been with a woman before, but I'd do you." She laughed at that. "I guess what I want to know is how you got started in this. How long have you been doing it?"

She studied me for a few seconds, then said, "I think you and I are a lot alike. I'll tell you everything you want to know, but on one condition."

"Name it," I said a bit too enthusiastically.

She laughed. "I want you to appear on my show tomorrow night?"

"Me? Why?"

"Well, first, it will give you an idea of what is to be expected in our line of work," she replied. "Second, it will give me the opportunity to introduce you to the world, and third, I really want to fuck you, if you're cool with that."

"Uh ... Yeah. Sure. Where and what time?"

She wrote her building and dorm room down on a business card along with

8:00 p.m

. "Know where this is?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. See you tomorrow." She then stood and kissed me flush on the lips before exiting. She had no idea what she was in for.

I was horny as hell the remainder of the day and all of the next. It was all I could do to get through classes, and once I had I went to my room and soaked a good hour. I showed up at Mia's earlier than scheduled, at seven-thirty, because I was so eager to experience everything the night had to offer. She greeted me and immediately said, "This is Kevin. He will be filming us this evening, and that's Mike over there. He does boom."

They both said, "Wassup?" before getting back to their equipment. I asked Mia what boom was.

"Oh, sound. You need quality light and sound, and Kevin and Mike are the best."

"Are they exclusive to you?"

"No. It's a gig, nothing more."

I whispered, "Do you pay them with sex?"

Mia laughed. "No, I pay them cash. That's not to say I haven't slept with them, though." She held her hands about ten inches apart and said, "Both of them."

I smiled. "Maybe something worth looking into. What do they charge?"

"That's between you and them," Mia said. "You may want to talk to Kevin about setting up your web page. He's awesome at that sort of thing. Now, what are your expectations for tonight?"

"Well, you did say you were going to fuck me good, so all my eggs are in that basket."

Mia laughed. "You ever been with another woman before?"

"No," I had to admit. "You will be my first."

"Just follow my lead and everything'll be alright," she said to me, then called back and said, "You guys about ready back there?" They both answered affirmatively. "And what about you?" Mia asked me. "Did you wear sexy lingerie? I have some if you didn't."

"Of course, I did," I answered as I removed my dress. I chose to wear a white lace bra, white lace thong, white garter belt, and white stockings.

"Wow. You look beautiful," Mia complimented me. She then removed her clothes to reveal the same lingerie, only burgundy in color.

"Oh, my," I said as I took her in. "I think I just got wet."

Mia grabbed my hand and said, "Come on. Time to take our place on the bed." She led me to her room and we comforted ourselves. Boom and camera were in place, Mike counted down, and then we were rolling. "Hi, guys. Mia here. We're all in for a special treat today because my new friend—" she stopped abruptly and looked at me. "You know, I never asked your name."

On the fly, I said, "Tighty Whitey."

"Tighty Whitey?" Mia asked with a laugh. "Why Tighty Whitey?"

"Because I have the sweetest, tightest white pussy anyone will ever experience," I answered.

Mia's hand went between my legs as she said, "I want to experience it." She peeled back my panties, licked a finger, then began rubbing my clit.

"Ooh." I shuddered at her touch.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" she asked.

"You're my first."

"Just relax and leave everything to me." She knew just what to do. She continued to massage my clit until it was stiff, then she placed her mouth between my legs. I unleashed my ample bosom from my bra and began pinching my light beige nipples. Mia worked my clit over good and had me cumming in no time. She moved up and took one of my nipples into her mouth, then moved up even farther and kissed me. I was really getting off on how aggressive she was being. She pulled back and said, "Tell me what you want more than anything in the world."

"I want you to teach me how to eat your pussy." The random "cha-ching" of monies could be heard from the moment we began, but upon my declaration, the sound was so constant that it was as if someone began playing pinball.

Mia looked into the camera and said, "That's right, guys and girls. Pay that money and watch her get her first taste of pussy. But first ..." She removed her bra, at which point I began to suck her dark tan nipples. Her breasts were nice, almost as nice as mine, but those nipples ... They were so sensitive. I sucked each for a few minutes, then began kissing my way down to her pussy. "That's right," Mia said. "Get down there and eat me good."

I rubbed her pussy through her panties, then I took them and ripped them at the seam, exposing her pussy for all to see. The "cha-ching, cha-ching" was still resounding through the air, yet when my mouth touched her pussy, I was aware of nothing but that, my mouth, her pussy, my tongue, her soft sweetness. I did to her clit what she did to mine, and five minutes later Mia was cumming in my mouth.

After very visibly licking it up, I turned to Kevin and said, "Mr. Cameraman, get a good shot of her ass." As he moved in, I raised her hips a little, exposing her ass for all to see, then I very gently placed my mouth on it.

"Oh, fuck," Mia moaned.

I lapped at her ass for a few minutes, then I went back to her clit. I turned to a sixty-nine and we ate each other's pussies until we came. I then lay down as Mia commanded me and she began tribbing me. Another orgasm each, then kissing, then the show was over. It lasted all of thirty minutes, and Mia had made over five thousand dollars, "Half of which is yours," she told me.

"What? No."

"Sure. Why not?" she asked. "You helped me earn it." She then turned to Kevin and Mike and asked, "How was it?"

They both pointed at their crotches, which showcased an erection.

"Was it really that good?" I asked.

They mumbled their approval.

"Come here," I said to Kevin. He approached me. I pulled his pants down and took his cock into my mouth.

"Well, hell. You may as well get some, too," Mia said to Mike. He stripped and lay on the bed. Mia and I took turns blowing them both until they came.

As Mike pulled his pants back on, he said, "Damn, I love these fringe benefits."

"Thank you, ladies," Kevin said as he got dressed.

Mia and I remained on the bed and asked Kevin and Mike to join us as we plotted out what course my foray into live streaming sex should entail.

The next day, it was as if I were the belle of the ball. Quite a few students had tuned in to Mia's show, so recognition of me was expected. I had some flattering quips thrown my way, and some not so flattering as well. Even still, I had printed off about two hundred flyers advertising my own web show that I handed out whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Friday night I went live. I masturbated with my fingers, used a small vibrator, then a small anal probe as I told my audience, "I am an anal virgin. Who out there wants to take my cherry?" I made three thousand that night, along with about five hundred requests to let one person or the other do the honors on my ass.

I wanted to go live the following night, but Kevin and Mike both agreed that I shouldn't oversaturate the market. "Wait until next Friday," Kevin said, so I did.

The following Friday, I noticed that the viewer numbers, and the money, had dwindled by about twenty percent. "How much marketing did you do?" Kevin asked.

"Marketing?"

"You know, on social media. You have to let people know you're going live."

"Well ... None," I told him. "My parents look at my status. I can't very well promote myself for them to see."

"Then we have to set you up with a separate Tighty Whitey account," he said. "You need a way to reach your target audience." He did that for me on all my social media platforms.

Even though I promoted the hell out of myself the next week, and the following thereafter, I had dropped yet again another fifteen percent. When I spoke to Mia about this, she said, "Well, it's because all you are giving them is you. Bring someone in to play with."

"Would you like to join me?" I asked. "We made a pretty good team last time."

"I'm doing my show right before you do yours," Mia said. "Time won't permit it."

"Okay," I replied, and nothing more.

The following day, I began using Facebook, Instagram, Twitter ... anything I could to promote myself. I began with a simple, "It's coming, and when you see it, you won't believe it." The following day, "Six more days. Trust me, this one is worth staying home for." Then, "Five more days. Someone's been very naughty." Although all my followers asked for more, including Mia, hers was the only one I responded to. I answered with a winking smiley and nothing more.

Friday, I showed up at Mia's just as her stream began. I knocked loudly. No answer. I knocked again, louder. I heard Kevin say, "I dare you to answer it naked."

The door flung open and whatever Mia was going to say got caught in her throat as she eyed me up and down. I was wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit complete with riding crop and eight-inch strap-on dildo. When I saw Kevin and Mike round the corner, I said, "Bitch, is this any way to treat your goddess?" Mia just stared, so I whacked her ass with the riding crop. The rain of "Cha-ching" had begun, and I was intent on making it last as long as I could.

"What?" Mia asked, confused.

"On your knees, whore." I whacked her again. This time she obeyed me. "Now crawl back into your bedroom so I can fuck you." She did, and as I lay on the bed I said, "Suck my cock." Mia went down on it for a few minutes, then I pulled her up and she slid it into her pussy. I fucked her ferociously until she came, then I made her pull it off and eat my pussy before strapping it onto herself and fucking me. I came so hard. Mia really knew how to fuck a pussy. By the time it was over, we both craved more, so I said, "Hey, Mr. Cameraman. Put that thing on a tripod and come get you some of this."

"Are we really doing this?" Mia asked, then invited Mike to do the same. It ended up with Mia and I in a sixty-nine while being fucked by Kevin and Mike. By the time it was over, we were $7,500.00 richer. As we lay there, Mia asked, "What brought this on?"

"Just trying something new," is all I said in way of a response. I explained how Kevin was able to hook up a live feed simulcast between my and Mia's accounts. She was fine with it, but she was adamant that this would be the first and only time she would do something like that.

Mia gave me a change of clothes, and as I was leaving, Kevin stopped me. "Let me take you out to eat."

"A date?" I asked.

"A business meeting," he corrected. I agreed, so we went to IHOP.

It was nothing but small talk to begin with, but once our entrees arrived, he was all business. "I don't have to tell you how beautiful you are, or how rocking your body is, or that you look like a goddess. You already know these things. What you don't know, however, is how to use them to your advantage. If you will excuse the analogy, you are an escort who could command five thousand dollars a night working for a mere fifty. Let me help you reach your true potential, Amber. Let me help make Tighty Whitey the biggest name in porn."

"And just how do you propose to do that?"

"Mass Marketing," Kevin said. "I'm going home this weekend, which is a couple of hundred miles away. I can post flyers of you in every sex shop and convenience store restroom along the way. Hell, I could hit up the truck stops as well. I have friends going in opposite directions, so they can help as well. We post you on all the online message boards, you Facetime and tweet and Instagram and whatever else you do. By next weekend your numbers are sure to double. You end your show by saying that the following week you will be making a special announcement, which will encourage them to tune back in, and then the next week, after your show, you announce that the following week, whomever contributes the most money by show's end will appear on your show as a special guest."

"And I'm supposed to fuck this person?" I asked.

"No. You never make that statement," Kevin told me. "All you are offering is an appearance. However, if you decide that you do want to fuck him or her—"

"Her?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised at the number of women who tune into these things. Anyway, if you decide you want to, then go for it. If not, no harm, no foul."

"That could generate a lot of money," I responded.

"And that's just phase one," Kevin said. "Phase two sees you leaving this rinky-dink bullshit behind and making some real cash with some real high-quality movies."

"See ... Now, I'm going to stop you right here," I said. "You're throwing all this at me, so I guess my first question is if you spoke to Mia about it first."

"I gave her a more streamlined version, but yes," he said, "and she turned it down. I'm sorry, but she lacks vision. She's content to be an internet star while you ... You're just waiting to become a household name."

"And what do you hope to get out of this, if I may ask?"

"Insofar as what I proposed with your webcam, I want half."

I thought that over. He would absorb all the cost, both monetary and time-wise. "Deal."

"Where the movies are concerned, I will be writer, director, producer, editor, and cameraman, so seventy-five percent."

"You write, but I have final say on the script."

"Done."

"We co-produce."

"Of course."

"Explain your directing techniques to me. I want to learn that."

"Okay."

"Fifty / fifty on the first two movies, sixty / forty me on any that follow," I offered.

"You're not just a pretty face, are you?"

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Sure." Some silence as we ate, then, "So, what do you think of this?"

"IHOP?" I asked. "I've always liked it."

"No, I mean being here with me."

"Well, it gives us a more relaxed atmosphere in which to discuss business and—"

"Amber, I'm asking you if you like being out with me and if you'd consider going on a real date with me sometime."

"Oh, boy," I said. "And don't get me wrong. I mean, this isn't one of those 'I don't date people I work with' kind of things. It's just ... Well, you need to ask yourself this: Can you separate the professional end from the personal end? Could you watch me fuck one, two ... hell, maybe even five guys at once and not think I'm a whore?"

"Considering that I'm going to write you fucking five guys, I suppose I can."

"You'd better be glad you're a good fuck," I told him, "or the answer'd be 'no.'"

We followed Kevin's plan to the T, and by the time the day of the big announcement had arrived, I had more than quintupled what money I had previously made, plus Kevin said that I had more than doubled what Mia had been pulling in. I made the announcement concerning the contest before signing off. All I could do now is sit back and wait and hope that my surging popularity would be enough to net the results we were after. I was on fire, though. and everyone wanted a piece of Tighty Whitey, so we were sure it would.

It was a complete success. That night we made twelve thousand dollars as person after person outbid one another for the opportunity to appear on my show. By the time it was over, there was a tie between someone named ragamuffin and another named Steve2468, both of whom bid $850.00. Of course, to draw more viewers, I stated I would announce the winners next week, and the week after they would make their respective debuts.

In the meantime, Kevin had pounded out eight decent scripts and had begun casting, but more importantly, he had begun marketing. My social media was alive with ads of upcoming full-length movies, and fan reception to the idea was outrageously positive.

Friday night and Steve2468 was standing off-camera awaiting his introduction. He had a hard-on. He was a geeky-looking kid of barely legal age, but he had a pompous, arrogant air about him, like he expected to be fucked by this high-priced call girl he had ponied up almost a thousand dollars to, and maybe I would have fucked him if nor for what happened next.

I was addressing my viewers and there was a knock at the door. One of Kevin's new hired hands answered, then he was escorting a young black woman in. She looked so timid and afraid, and upon seeing me she began to cry. I called her over and said, "Hi. Are you ragamuffin?"

She wiped her eyes as she said, "You're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm here with you."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa," Steve2468 said. "I paid my money to fuck you, not some god-damned nigger."

"What did you say?" Before he could even answer, I continued with, "First of all, nobody promised you a fuck, only an appearance on my show. Second, you do not have the right to speak of this young lady that way."

"Whuchoo gonna do about it, bitch?" Steve said as he began rubbing his boner. "Now, kick that mud duck off your bed and let's get to fucking."