I want to clear up one thing before I began.
This is not the beginning of a novel. This is the beginning of a series. The first episode of the BrokenWill Amateurs. The stories in this series won't be to long and hopefully you'll enjoy what you read. With that being said, I will allow the first part of this series to began.
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It was an unusually hot night in January, but I'm just about shaking with sexual anticipation as I sit at my kitchen table staring at the beautiful Courtney who sat across from me. I'm looking at her gorgeous face, her curvy body, her light blue eyes and her long black hair. I can feel the erection in my pants growing. She'd already agreed to my request.
"How are you feeling?" I ask Courtney. I watch her flash a nervous smile. I like everything about her. "Are you okay?" I ask. She shakes her pretty head 'yes.'
I see old Marcus Jordan out the corner of my eye. He is holding a video camera in his hand, waiting for us to began. He is my partner. Where are in this BrokenWill Amateurs business deal together. He's just as anxious as I am to began. "Almost ready," I turn to tell my good buddy. "Let me tell her about are site before we get down to business."
Marcus shakes his head. Everything about him is business like tonight. He's been my closest friend since I was ten years old. There isn't a man in the world I'd want to be partner more than Marcus. He's been there for me when ever I needed him.
I look into his dark brown eyes as he lowers the video camera to the side. He's a tall black man, six feet three inches, about two and fifty pounds and very strong. Despite his tough looks, Marcus is very smart. He is graduated high in three years and graduated from Duke University at the age of twenty. He's also very athletic. Football and basketball are his sports. He actually played three games for the San Francisco 49ers. He didn't do anything impressive, but when it comes down to it, he played in the NFL. How many of us can actually say that much?
"Courtney," I turn my attention back to the pretty young woman sitting across from me. "You answered an add I put in the newspaper. The add asked for women who were willing to perform sexual acts with me. As the add explained, I'm an amateur porn maker looking for special ladies. Do you understand what porn is?"
She smiled at me. She had a great smile. Her teeth were so white and perfect. Her lips so full and moist. I wanted to take her on the table right then. She shook her head 'yes.'
"Marcus over there," I continued, "he'll be recording are activities. These films will be posted on the Internet. Are you aware of that?" She shook her head 'yes.' She was getting more and more nervous as she stood there. It was making me so hot to see her so scared.
"Let me explain the BrokenWill Amateurs website. I will pay you one hundred dollars to have sex with you. My buddy will record it. The video or videos you make with us will be posted on our site, along with any pictures we take from the video. The pics to will be posted on our site. Are you aware that if family members or friends see these pictures it may embarrass your reputation?" I felt stupid for asking the question because to could have given her second thoughts.
"I'm okay with this," she said. "I want to do what ever I can to make your site a success." It was everything I wanted to her. I handed her contract that stated most everything I mentioned to her. She signed it without reading.
"One more thing," I quickly added. "I like to end each session with a facial."
"You mean you want to cum on my face?"
"Is there a problem with this?"
"No," she shook her head nervously. She began hugging herself and rocking in the chair. Her blue eyes were a little watery.
I turned my head to Marcus. He was holding the camera to his face now, checking the battery and the tape. Marcus was happily married, but his wife didn't mind him being my camera man. As long as kept his cock in his pants.
"We're ready for the interview now," I said.
Courtney blinked. "What interview?"
"It's for the site," I said. "I want the people to get to know who you are." She did not seemed to thrilled about this, but she didn't reject. I looked at Marcus. "Let's roll."
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The camera was pointed at Courtney. A nervous smile was wrapped around her face. I started the short interview.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Courtney."