He had the best job in the world, Owen thought as he swung into the building that housed both his office and his studio. A lot of people who did porn probably thought that, but he really felt that what he did was better and more fulfilling than regular, run-of-the-mill porn. He was in the business of fulfilling fantasies, or just pleasuring women really, really well.
Owen had spent his first year of college not being super popular with the ladies. Mostly they'd either been into tall, muscled guys or the too-cool smoking type. He was neither, boasting a pretty average body and a personality that was more geek than chic. It didn't knock his self-esteem--he was comfortable with who he was, for the most part--but holy fuck was he horny.
There were a couple of girls that he had completely platonic friendships with, and they were always talking about how shitty most of those popular guys were in bed. How, if a guy knew what he was doing, he could probably clean up among all the frustrated college girls who just wanted to come first for once.
Not wanting to presume on their friendship, Owen had inquired how a fellow might acquire such skills--and was startled to have one of his friends slyly suggest that she would be happy to initiate him to the wonders of eating pussy.
That led to the loss of his virginity (finally!) and a year-long study of how to pleasure women. Word got around. Before long Owen was practically drowning in pussy, fucking many a classmate's girlfriend and even one professor's wife. Whatever a woman wanted that her boyfriend refused to do, or couldn't do well enough, he would do.
Before long he had the idea of filming some of these encounters and posting them online under an account he titled "She's Mine Now."
Not the most mature name, but it was certainly fitting. Apparently, a lot of people got off on the idea of cheating girlfriends finally getting massive orgasms because his views skyrocketed, and he started making actual money. That's when he decided to make a real business out of it, creating an application process for women to apply to be on camera.
Owen couldn't believe that so many women were willing to show their faces on camera when they were ostensibly not only cheating on their husbands and boyfriends but telling the entire internet that their man wasn't pleasing them.
He figured he got plenty of business from the cuckold crowd, though, and that was fine with him! Better that than some angry dude showing up at the studio and punching his lights out.
Inside, he headed into his office and found his assistant Jeremiah typing away busily. He looked up and handed Owen a sticky note with some notes scrawled on it.
"Messages, boss."
"Thanks. Is the girl already in the studio?" Owen asked.
"Yup. Just got here a few minutes ago so she's probably already naked and warming herself up."
"Excellent."
"One thing you should know before you go in, boss. This one insisted on wearing a blindfold."
"Yeah?" Owen pursed his lips. They didn't usually like letting girls wear blindfolds, because it was more exciting for her to have to show her face on camera--unless being blindfolded was the fantasy he was fulfilling, of course. But in those cases, he usually put it on the girl himself.
"Uh-huh. She seemed to think you might recognize her."
"Someone I know? That's different."
As he headed for the studio, Owen considered the many women he knew. Most of them probably wouldn't care if he knew who they were, or they would have told him that they were applying to be one of his vidgirls. Probably this girl was just nervous and needed the blindfold to go through with it. That was the most likely thing. It would have to be fine with him, though. She was here and the camera was probably already rolling, so he'd just go with it.
When he entered the studio, he saw her right away. She was on the bed, naked--but she wasn't, as Jeremiah had suggested, warming herself up. She was sitting up against the headboard, long legs stretched out in front of her, and other than the hands she held rather tightly in her lap, she looked fairly relaxed. Almost as if she sat around naked all the time.
The girl was sexy as hell, so that was no reason for her to be nervous, he thought. She had a cloud of thick, black curls that were tied back from her face, most of which was covered by a wide sash of black satin. Her breasts were lovely, round and apple-sized with light pink nipples that were already hard in the studio's cool air.
Owen didn't try to walk quietly. He didn't want to startle the girl. As he came closer, he thought there was something vaguely familiar about her, but not being able to see her face, it was impossible to tell.
He stripped off his shirt, shoes, and socks, and unbuttoned his jeans, then slid onto the bed beside the girl. She jumped slightly, but sat forward to let him slide one leg around her, bringing her in between his thighs. Beckoning to the camera to come in nice and close, he settled back against the headboard and brought the girl back to rest against his bare chest.
"Hello, sweetheart," he murmured in her ear. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you," she said softly. She sounded familiar, too, but Owen wasn't going to be able to place her voice right now. For one thing, blood was rushing out of his head and straight to his cock.
"Spread your legs for me," he said, and after a brief hesitation she did. Then she moved her hands away and he saw all of her. She was perfect there, too. Her curly black bush had been trimmed back to an actual heart shape that ended a little above her slit, and everything below that had been waxed smooth.
Owen slid his hand down her body and brushed his fingertips over the smooth skin, a bit surprised to find that she was already soaking wet.
"Fuck," he whispered. "You're so wet."
"I've been thinking about this for a long time," she said.
"Yeah? Why don't you tell me why you're here today."
"My boyfriend can't get me off."
"At all?"
"No. I've never had an orgasm, actually. But he, it's not really his fault," she said. "I'm attracted to him, but he's not the person I think about, not the person I see when I close my eyes."
"Oh yeah? And what person is that?"
