50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)
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				Title: <strong>50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>01-08-2020, 01:20:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Chapter ??: Stacy</span></span></strong><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">August 2036<br>Boulder, Colorado</span></span></em></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/82/67/8e826726fb633b1193353954d05163cc.jpg)</div>When David Tisdale was fifteen years old, he had a summer job working with his uncle who had a small lawn keeping business. Three three man crews who did business all in and around the Hattiesburg area of good ole' Mississippi. Because he was the youngest, David got shafted with weedwhacker duty. In other words, the hardest job between mowing, hedging, and whacking. For the whole damn summer. When his uncle invited him back the next year, David lied and said he was focused too much on baseball, but honestly he just held a grudge for that. <br><br>And here David was, just about forty years later and he finally got promoted from weeds to hedges. Clip, clip, clip, the hedge trimmers went as he tried to shape the bush of the Rosebottom Apartments subdivision into a perfect rectangle, lest his boss get an earful from the landlady, and he in turn receive an earful from his own boss. At this point in his life, David was just happy he was finally doing something simple, something that didn't have a dozen different pitfalls and pull him in two different directions. He didn't have a family to let down, he didn't have a girlfriend to keep secrets from, he didn't have expectations from people he didn't even know on his shoulders anymore. He was just David, aging and frequently boozed up David. And he was content with that. Make no mistake, he wasn't happy, but you don't have to be happy to be content. <br><br>David wasn't wearing a shirt since it was as hot as Satan's asshole out that day, and opted just for khaki shorts and shades as he went about this work. Though he was clearly older by the grey that smattered his hair, beard, and chest, David had kept his physical shape up. He sported a bit more of beer belly than he had in his youth, a little bit of sag on his biceps, a little bit more muffin than used to be there just above his pants line, but there was no denying he was still a bonafide hoss even in his fifties. His body had developed a distinctive sheen of sweat&nbsp; that had stained the front and back of his shorts distinctly, but David liked the work. It kept his mind busy. Honestly, the time he hated most was the free time at home. He plied himself with busyness or drinking at all hours of the day so as not to dwell, and it was working at least a little bit. The depression didn't hit as hard as it used to, or maybe he was just getting accustomed to it. <br><br>Scooching down bit by bit, David looked up a moment to see through the window of C3, the blinds pulled back openly, and could see a pair of shapely feminine legs in front of a streaming display. David narrowed his eyes a bit, his chest breathing a little hard and winded and he wiped away some sweat from his forehead and moved closer to get a better view. And there, blatantly within, was a young, beautiful, bare ass naked woman with a double ended dildo and one side lodged deep down her throat, far enough he could see the bulge. Beyond a slight flicker in his eyes, David didn't really react all that much. He grabbed a nearby hoe and propped himself up against and just watched, his presence seemingly oblivious to the woman at first. <br><br>It was clear she was some kind of ametaur cam girl or something. He wasn't familiar with whatever site she was using to stream on, but based on the rolling ladder of messages coming in, it stood to reason this was live. David folded his arms. The expression on his face and his body language, it wasn't of a man enjoying the show so much as judging it, evaluating it, and he didn't find himself impressed. Not even an inkling of action in his shorts. Of course, David knew that he and his experience wasn't that of most men, but even for the normal average looking 23-year old horny loner was this really that hot? Maybe they could jerk off to it once before they got bored outside of a few mainstays. <br><br>"Who the fuck does shit like this in the early afternoon?" David shook his head and scoffed. It all came off so amateurish. Maybe he was just being a snob after the decade plus he spent sort-of in the business. And it was a shame really because the girl was great. Skinny, pretty, good tits, long legs, and based off the bulge in her throat had some real oral skills. Girl like that should be making big money doing shit like this and not living in a B- apartment in Boulder, Colorado that was barely even a step up from his own place in the projects. <br><br>"She's not even keeping her eyes on the camera," he shrugged and continued to watch, without care or subtlety, just blanking standing within view outside of her window. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-08-2020, 10:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5t1MLuZ.jpg)</div>The object of David’s attention on that hot morning in Boulder was a young woman called Stacy Twellman. At that time still oblivious to the fact that her cam show had a spectator other than the ones watching online, she was a bit going through the motions of her show that afternoon. At twenty, she would have hardly believed that eight years later, this would be her main source of income. Once upon a time, Stacy had enrolled at university as an English major. She had taken well to social life on campus, making a lot of friends and enjoying more than a few casual hook-ups. Academically, she had crashed and burned in her second year, her GPA finally taking the inevitable nose-dive that her general lack of work ethic could have predicted.<br><br>At first she had been fine with dropping out and getting a job. She went through a series of waitressing jobs which thanks to the tips meant she was actually not making bad money. But working in the service industry took its toll and after a while she had to&nbsp; deal with one too many whiny customers. It was actually a fellow waitress, Melanie, who revealed she earned an extra buck by doing private cam shows. Stacy herself had researched that endeavor online and had finally taken the leap by getting her first AV-rig. Cam girls didn’t quite use the same equipment they had once upon a time. Now, if you wanted any hope at making some money, you needed a set-up that would stream your performance in 3D, so that the person on the other side could experience it in 360° VR. Even the cheap rig that Stacy had bought when she just started out had cost a good chunk of money.<br><br>That had been two years ago and it had been a steep learning curve. She had needed a good bit of practice to finally get some shows off the ground that were lucrative. It probably took her three months just to earn back the investment she had done in terms of equipment bought. Another three months before she felt secure enough to quit her job and make the camming her main source of income. There had been fallow periods of course, where she had to take on a few waitressing shifts here and there, when her cam show had not yielded enough viewers for whatever reason. In her own mind, she thought she was doing a pretty good job at it by that point, almost two years before she had turned the rig on for the first time and performed on camera. Whilst she did all sorts of stuff on camera, her primary focus had become oral shows.<br><br>She had discovered she had some skill at deepthroating and she had also found out that this was a niche that brought a nice and steady audience her way. Even on an idle afternoon like that day, the audience ticker at the top right of her projection screen told her that 327 people were currently watching her. Stacy operation had both a live aspect and an archive function. Each performance was stored on her page, where it could be rewatched, though without the interactive aspect of the live show, of course. Though truth be told, the majority of men simply liked to call her names whilst she was working. Others did send through instructions but those were often times so outlandish she couldn’t have done them even if she wanted to.<br><br>At that point of her show, she was repeatedly shoving the dildo as far up her throat a sit went, causing the tell-tale bulge in her neck of the first few inches of the silicone sex toy slipping into her gullet. She exaggerated the gagging noises she occasionally made, with having performed so often her natural gag reflex was almost gone entirely but she knew it was a turn-on for some of the men watching. It took her a rather long time to realize that someone was standing just outside her bedroom window. She turned eyes towards there briefly at a small hint of motion and spotted a bare-chested, sweaty man who was eyeing her with some interest. A part of her wanted to halt her show and go close the blinds immediately but she knew stopping mid-action would cause the majority of her subscribers to log off. So she continued her show to completion, another ten minutes of auto-throatfucking, before she concluded with her usual gesture, a kiss blown at the camera with a lipstick smeared, saliva-stained mouth. She switched off the AV-rig, essentially stopping the 360° stream that the three separate cameras were capturing. Then she walked briskly to her bedroom window, closing the blinds after glaring at the man. She didn’t stop there, after throwing on a robe and putting on some slippers, she left her apartment and walked around the building to arrive where the man was still ‘working’. <strong>“Just what the hell do you think you are doing? Do you imagine that you can just spy on a person’s personal business like that?”</strong> She wasn’t so much bothered that he had seen what she had been doing, online thousands of men had seen her perform sex act for them. There was just something so shameless about his leering that it had angered her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>01-08-2020, 17:03:18</strong>
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				With a sideways glance with a silicone dildo lodged down her throat, David realized the girl had seen him at last, but this fact didn't stop the man from casually staring, watching as she slid the dildo up and down, watching the muscles of her throat flex and bulge as she pushed it down to it's limits. It wasn't a small dildo either girth-wise, this girl could really take one down, maybe better than David had ever seen in person, certainly better than he'd ever experienced personally. And he had plenty of experience. <br><br>Once the stream seemingly ended, David shifted slightly to a more casual pose as she got up, leering at him, and closed the blinds. David scoffed and just went back to the trimming. However, a couple minutes later he could hear the door to the apartment open and close behind, and around the edge came the cam girl, the mess on her face cleaned up somewhat and a robe thrown over her otherwise mostly naked body. Looking at her from the outside, he didn't figure she would be the sort to seek out confrontation, but he guessed wrong it seemed. David continued about his business of taking care of the hedges, <em>clip clip clip</em>, as she said her peace. <br><br><strong>"You weren't exactly being discreet,"</strong> David chuckled, motioning his trimmers to her window. Given, the bedroom was on the backside of the building the emptied out into a big open yard with no other windows or parks or anything nearby that someone might've been able to see her through but still, if you don't want to be seen it's easy to make sure that happens. <br><br><strong>"And which is it? Personal, or business? Cause it ain't both what you were just doing,"</strong> David said and then set his sheers down for a moment. He wiped the sweat from his brow, raising an arm to his forehead which caused his bicep to flex slightly, a waft of the heavy musk of manual labor to waft up and hit her square in the nostrils. David came essentially eye to eye with her and gave her a deadly serious look, almost exasperated really. <br><br><strong>"Some girls do the cam shit cause they get off on it, but you're too pretty for that. You do it for money, that's obvious. Look, I'll give you some free advice: if you want to make real money, lose the rubber dick and find a real one, preferably big and no strings attached. All those horny teenagers and 40-something year old losers who follow you, they're looking for fantasy fulfillment. They want to imagine it's their dick you're sucking, and they want to imagine they actually have a big dick too. Using a dildo, I don't know, most guys might be able to jerk off to that once or twice, but you won't keep them coming back, you won't get any real money out of them."</strong> David explained, ending his short monologue with a shrug and sigh through the nose. After a beat, and regardless of how she responded, David was intent on moving on from this and getting back to work, it was looking like more trouble than it was worth anyway to school this girl in the art of making money off of sex. <br><br><strong>"Anyway, I got work to do. Sorry for disturbing your show ma'am."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-08-2020, 17:29:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5t1MLuZ.jpg)</div>If Stacy had expected the man to be remorseful or ashamed after having been caught out and then confronted by her, she was in for a rude awakening. Not only did he question the fact if he had indeed been spying, likely alluding to the fact that she had left the blinds open for her live cam show. He then started to give an unsolicited critique of her work, telling her that what she was doing was doomed to fail, or at the very least only give her that much of a return. There was a certain degree of anger welling up in her chest, which stopped her from perhaps admiring the older man still impressive physique. Her ire was no longer mainly aimed at his spying, rather it was indignation at his appraisal of her performance. But as she was ready to really lay into him, he seemed to lose interest and return to his work. So she was reduced to a rather impotent warning. <strong>“Yeah, well.. just make sure I don’t catch you spying on me again, or I’ll be sure to call the building manager!”</strong> She turned on her heels and left in a fury, slamming her apartment door shut behind her.<br><br>Stacy calmed herself down a bit by taking a long, hot shower. Then she ate a salad as her early dinner and opened the blinds again to see that the peeping Tom gardener had left for the day. She tried to watch some new Netflix show to calm her mind, but the teen romantic comedy drama of it all couldn’t hold her interest that evening. Something about what the gardener had told her reminded her of what her ex-colleague and fellow cam girl Melanie had once told her. That the real money was being made by couples that cammed together. Even Melanie herself had done this for a while with one of her boyfriends, until the pair had broken up. Stacy opened her laptop and went through her earnings for the last quarter and when she decided to compare them to the previous quarter, she was shocked to find that she had only made around 5% more. So her audience had kind of stagnated. Looking at her subscriber numbers on her cam app profile, her suspicions were more or less confirmed. She had a core group of loyal subscribers who had been with her for several years now. The large majority of her subscribers had only signed up in the past few months, many of them in the last couple of weeks. And just as many of these neophytes disappeared as quickly as they came.<br><br>She had always performed alone because she deemed it safe. And because finding a partner wasn’t always easy. Stacy hadn’t dated much since starting her cam endeavor, finding out that many men found it an appalling way to make a living and deemed her only a rung above a streetwalker, if that much. <em>Cam whoring</em> was what one guy had described it when she had revealed her job on their second date. So doing it with a romantic partner didn’t seem very realistic. Even Melanie’s relationship had ultimately not survived her camming together with her then boyfriend. She was suddenly reminded of the old gardener, both his impetuous, slightly biting tone as well as his rather impressive physique for his age. He had given her good advice, albeit delivered in an arrogant fashion. She had instinctively taken a dislike to him but she had also now realized that the man knew what he was talking about. Possibly he had actually done this himself once. Perhaps not as a cam performer, but another role in the sex industry? Wouldn’t it be easier to perform with a man like that? A man she wasn’t dating, perhaps didn’t even have to like very much. She just needed a real dick instead of the dildo. At the very least, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to consider it a possibility.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>01-08-2020, 18:15:26</strong>
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				David let her warming roll off of his back, at least visibly he seemed unperturbed. A little bit of worry did well up that perhaps he had been too harsh in his critique to the point where she would actually follow through and call her landlady. That would cause some hassle for him, and he was not in the business of being hassled these days. David basically skimmed through the rest of the backside bushes, but they looked respectable enough, before he rejoined his team and they packed up for the day. It was five o'clock, time to knock off for the day. <br><br>David didn't think too much about the deepthroat girl again that night, turning on a basketball game and having a beer or six before he passed out on the couch. The Rosebottom apartment subdivision was pretty damn big, almost a hundred tenets, so it had to be cut in multiple days unless they started at the crack of dawn each morning, and most of the time they had to prioritize smaller lots to keep up with weekly schedules. It was on the drive back that she came into his mind again, remembering how deep down her gullet she was able to accept that oblong piece of silicone. He wondered silently whether she could replicate that on the real thing, or was it just a useless skill? He guessed he'd never know. <br><br>At about a half past seven, the truck and trailer rolled by apartment C3 and all seemed quite as David passed it by, only offering a sideways glance before they moved on. The subdivision wrapped all the way around towards the other direction, but they were still close enough that the sound of a lawnmower and occasional bursts of a gas powered weed-eater could be heard even from Stacy's apartment. David reassumed his usual duty on the hedges. <br><br>By noon David's shirt was off again, this time wrapped&nbsp; and tied around his waist, and both of his amigos had knocked off to go to lunch. David decided to work through lunch to get a bit of a head start on the day, perhaps be able to go home an hour or two early. He was having particular trouble with an oddly scaped bush that had been carved in a near perfect sphere with a wider base at the bottom, sort of like a crystal ball on a stand. He had to get the ladder off the truck in order to shape it properly and was audibly frustrated as he stood on the ladder and leaned over, trying to reach the upper most part of the hedge ball. <br><br><strong>"Come on you son of a bitch..."</strong> he mumbled and grunted as his trimmers snapped air trying to get one pesky twig. Finally, with a grunt of effort and almost sending the ladder tumbling to the side, David got the damn thing and pulled himself back to regain his balance. He found himself so laser focused on getting that patch he was oblivious to realizing someone had approached him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-08-2020, 09:55:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BDMYMi0.jpg)</div>Perhaps a small part of Stacy had hoped that by the next morning, she would have shed any desire to try the boy-girl camming thing. Only as she ate a breakfast of cereal and fresh black coffee, what she had discovered about her little business venture the day before was hard to ignore. So far, her audience had merely stagnated, but what if it started to shrink? She now had enough subscribers to live off her cam shows and save a little bit of money each month but it wasn’t as if she was rolling in it. The margin between her making enough with her cam venture and having to find another day job to make ends meet was currently very thin. At the very least, trying to add a bit of variation to her cam shows might get her noticed a bit more. There were thousands upon thousands of young women out there already doing what she did, after all.<br><br>Thus even though she didn’t really relish the thought of approaching the gardener, who had so irked her with his slightly arrogant tone, she had little other good options. It wasn’t as if she could knock on Mr. Jamison’s door from across the hallway and ask if she could lend his cock for some cam shows. She kind of needed someone who could treat this as a no strings attached endeavor and who was unphased enough by the reality of it to be able to go through with it. Even though she had only talked to the man for a brief time the day before, she instinctively felt that he would meet both requirements. When she eventually checked the area outside of her bedroom window, she saw that he wasn’t around there today. Yet she heard the engine sounds of lawn equipment coming from not too far away.<br><br>So around noon, she left her apartment in search of the man, finding him eventually tending a large hedge, standing at the top rung of a ladder that only seemed marginally balanced. She waited for him to finish the job before addressing him, not wanting to startle him and make him fall off. <strong>“Hey there… Remember me?”</strong> She looked up at him, shading her eyes from the sun with her right hand. <strong>“Listen, I wondered if you’d have some time to discuss some of the things you told me yesterday? I’m guessing it’s about your lunch time too? Want to share a couple of cold beers whilst we talk?”</strong> Once the man had agreed to the impromptu meeting, she led the way to her place and opened the door to him, then led him to her kitchen area. She got them both a cold beer from the fridge and they settled in at her kitchen table. <strong>“So after we spoke yesterday… You kind of made me curios about my recent subscriber numbers. I actually checked the stats for the past six months. I haven’t really grown my subscriber base during that period. I still get new people subscribing but I lose existing subscribers about at the same rate. So my income has more or less not grown over the same period too.”</strong><br><br>She took a sip from her beer as the man listened. <strong>“What you said… about boy girl&nbsp; type performances, I’ve actually been told the same thing in the past. That it’s easier to attract new subscribers that way and easier to keep them interested too. Just never saw the point in trying it… until now. But I’d kind of need a man to help me with those scenes. And I don’t really have any good candidates in mind. But the way you talked yesterday… You have some experience with this kind of stuff, don’t you? Is there any chance you’d be interested?”</strong> Now that she was up close with the man again, she registered the fact that he was quite handsome for his age but she also saw the amused twinkle in his eyes that had so angered her just the day before.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 03:21:48</strong>
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				David gave a slight startle at hearing someone call to him when he was still high on the ladder, but it was imperceptible to the eye. His eyes shot around to find that same young woman from yesterday standing there looking up at him. <em>Shit... what now?</em> he thought inwardly, assuming this was nothing but trouble coming his way, but to his shock she was surprisingly friendly and invited him to have a beer. Regardless of what she had to say, a beer sounded nice to combat this sweltering heat. <br><br><strong>"A beer sounds good,"</strong> he gave her a nod, hooking his sheers into a rung on the ladder and stepping down. He followed her back to C3 and got a look at it from the inside this time, making sure to wipe his work boots off as he entered. The man was already sweated down and shirtless, and wasn't too bothered with cleaning up as he took a seat at the kitchen table and accepted the beer. He just let her talk at first, taking in the struggles she's had with maintaining and growing her base. None of it was surprising to the man. There were a lot of options out there on the internet, a lot of girls who were willing to push themselves to kinky extremes to make money, and simply deep throating a dildo wasn't gonna get the job done. <br><br>What did surprise him, was her suggestion that he be the cock she needed. His brow furrowed a bit and he gave her a quizzical look. She cited his experience as her reasoning, which made her a bit more clever than David had given her credit for than before. Maybe she did have enough savvy in her to make some real money doing this. David took a deeps swig. <br><br><strong>"Yeah, you could say that,"</strong> David confirmed, setting the beer down on the table and crossing his arms, leaning back in a resting pose.<strong> "I spent a decade, little more than that actually, as a 'Professional Dom'. People, older women or couples into cuckolding mostly, would hire me to dominate them. Mostly up in the midwest. The company I worked for, they streamed most of it, made pretty good money."</strong> he nodded and leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table and clasping his hands. <br><br><strong>"But it got to be too exhausting, so I quit. Found something a little simpler,"</strong> he finished, picking up his beer again and draining it. <strong>"Yeah, I could do it, if you cut me in, call it 40%? And understand that I'm not interested in getting involved in anything major again. But if you need a dick, I got that covered."</strong> <br><br><strong>"So you need a test run or anything or you good for me to show up tonight and wing it?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 11:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BDMYMi0.jpg)</div>When Stacy got a rather confused look from the man, she wondered if she hadn’t overstepped any boundaries. Sure, the man had been rather forward, and then some, by first watching her cam show from outside her window and then giving a rather blunt critique of her. But she realized then that her own pitch to the man was no less forward. She was essentially asking him to be her stunt dick in an online sex show. But at least he answered her question, confirming he had some experience in the sex industry. More than some really, if he truly had worked as a Dom for hire for over a decade. This was going better and easier than she had hoped, at least until he revealed what he hoped to get in terms of his cut. <strong>“Whoa, whoa, cowboy, slow down a bit. 40%? Does it look like I’m rolling in cash? I can just about support myself and save a tiny bit of cash each month. I can maybe give you 25% right now. But if you’re right about me attracting a lot of new subscribers this way, I’d be willing to bump your cut up to 40%”</strong>. <br><br>After they had agreed upon his cut, she couldn’t help but stare down at his crotch area as he mentioned a test run. <strong>“If we are going to have a test run, we’ll do it properly, tonight.”</strong> She gave him a pensive look and then nodded. <strong>“But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see what we have to work with right now… Mind dropping those trousers and showing me your dick?”</strong> To an outsider, this conversation would have seemed absurd and crazy. But it was important to know that the man could back up his words. Just because he had the attitude that went along with a big dick didn’t mean he was actually packing. And she was pretty sure she wouldn’t do much in terms of audience growth if she performed with a guy with a tiny pecker. Stacy might have preferred a poker face after the man did undo his workman’s pants and pushed them down along with his underwear, but when his dick sprung free, she actually let out a surprised gasp. It was a natural reaction to the sight of the rather massive shaft of manmeat which fell underneath her gaze.<br><br>It was definitely the biggest dick she had ever seen. It even rivaled or perhaps equaled the biggest sex toys she had used during her cam shows. <strong>“Well now… I guess that’ll do…”</strong> It wasn’t really that Stacy was intimidated as such but she considered that it might be something of a challenge anyway. At least there would be an extra novelty to her new cam format: not just the addition of a man but the fact that he was sporting some real size. <strong>“So… When do you get off work tonight? We can try our first scene together then. It’ll probably take me a bit to set up, I have to adjust my AV rig to the new format.”</strong> She would also need to add the first person perspective she hadn’t used before: the goggles which would capture his subjective view of proceedings. As their discussion concluded, she suddenly realized she didn’t even know his name.<strong> “We should probably introduce ourselves properly if we are going to do this thing. I’m Stacy Twellman.”</strong> She extended her hand towards him in a rather formal greeting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 17:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm worth the money, you don't have to worry about that,"</strong> he said, rather cockily but it wasn't without merit. David was self aware enough to know his own value, to know that he had the necesarry look, size, and output down below to drive numbers up. Combined with her oral skill, he couldn't foresee their partnership not working, but if she was worried he would give in. She would be the one doing most of the work anyway if this was gonna all be blowjob and facefuck type of stuff. She was the artist, he was just the high quality, big dicked canvas for her to work her masterpieces on. <br><br><strong>"But 25 is fine for now if it makes you feel better. Just telling you now when numbers go up I want 40."</strong><br><br>There wasn't any hesitation or trepidation when she suggested seeing what she had to work with. David was anything but a shy man at this point and stood without needing to be asked again and unceremoniously dropped his pants to his ankles. His dick was flaccid, but still obviously huge and easy to imagine being quite the impressive unit when brought to full attention. His balls hung heavy and full, perfectly shaped for vigorous sucking and they hung low enough to cover her nose and impair her vision even if she ever decided to lay down and let him face fuck her. It really was a perfect dick for what she needed to show off her talents. The fact that it was attached to a significantly older man as well, well perhaps that would just drive more subscriptions to the older demographic as well? <br><br>Without bothering to pull his pants up yet, David took her hand in his own, his grip surprisingly gentle though she could feel the hard callouses on his fingertips and palm. <strong>"David Tisdale. You probably already do this for yourself, but obviously I'd prefer if you don't refer to me by name on the stream. Call me Mr. D or Daddy or something, and never show my face."</strong> he told and let her hand go, bending over to pull his pants back up and fix himself up. <br><br><strong>"Some other pieces of advise, if you want it. One: Wear some sort of choker. Deep throat stuff always looks better when you can really see the bulge and chokers show it really good. Two: Even though this is strictly business, the guys watching you don't need to know that. Come up with some sort of connection between us. I'm your landlord who takes blowjobs for rent, or your sugar daddy, or just the nice old man from a couple doors down who came over to help fix your sink. Make it seem personal, even when it ain't. Anyway, I'll be back around about a half past six."</strong><br><br><hr><br>The rest of David's day went fairly standard as his crew finished up the apartments. His eyes kept drifting back towards C3 now and again, just wondering if he could see Stacy watching him to working on anything, but it was too far away to see anything going on over there. When he was younger, butterflies would've been welling up in his belly at the thought of becoming the lucky dick to be sucked by a beautiful woman like Stacy, and paid to do it even, but now it was just cold hard business with a happy ending. David was starving when they knocked off after five, so first things first he got some takeout that he had to eat on the way home so he'd have time to shower and then drive back across town to show up when he told her would. He regretted not telling her seven, but he was able to be back on her doorstep just in time. <br><br>David had cleaned up significantly and was wearing a nice cream colored button tucked into blue jeans. He'd trimmed his beard up a touch, mostly so it wouldn't get in the way of the POV perspective she planned to use and trimmed up downstairs as well, but not till perfectly smooth on his pubic hair, leaving a healthy little tuft. He did shave his balls smooth though since oral was going to be the focus here. A little bit of cologne on his neck and he was good to go. David gave two raps on her door and waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 18:41:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4519050/630full-sarah-stephens.jpg)</div>Stacy had to hide her relief at David agreeing to her counter-offer in terms of his cut. Had he insisted upon his first demand of 40% right away, their little endeavor would have ended before it even got started. The greeting was cordial considering the awkward way they had met, even though his dick still hanging out did not allow her to forget the strange circumstances of their agreement. <strong>“Don’t worry, it won’t be too hard to hide your identity. I’ll call you Mr. D or daddy, depending on how the mood strikes me. And the AV rig has a feature which can automatically blur out your face when we stream, so no worries about being easily recognizable.”</strong> When he advised her to wear a choker specifically to help with showcasing the deepthroating, she kind of knew he hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned this wouldn’t be his first rodeo. She grinned when he suggested they add a little backstory to their streamed hook-ups. <strong><em>“Oh Mr. D, how nice of you to stop by… That pesky sink is acting up on me again!”</em></strong> She play-acted the ditzy apartment tenant to his nice older neighbor, making clear that she knew just what he meant in the process.<br><br>They parted ways soon after that, which was just as well, with Stacy still having some preparations to do. She checked the rig prior to the stream, not wanting to get any last-minute tech hitches. She also found the goggles David would be wearing to capture the first person perspective. These had come with her AV rig but she had little opportunity to use them up until that point. After she was sure her equipment was ready to stream the naughtiness they would no doubt get up to in her bedroom, she changed into her lingerie for that show, including the choker he suggested she wear. Just when she thought he might be tardy for their first show, he knocked on the door. She opened it and waved him inside. <strong>“Okay… So I set up in my bedroom. We are more or less ready to go apart from this.”</strong> She handed him the goggles. <strong>“You’ll need to keep these on at all times during our shows. They will record the first person perspective, for those streamers who want to experience the show from your point of view. But don’t worry, your face will be blurred in the third person capture.”</strong><br><br>She guided him to the bedroom and went over the <em>‘script’</em>, such as it was. <strong>“So how about Mr. D. shows up again to repair something, only this time he wants payment up front, in the form of a nice long BJ?”</strong> She suddenly realized she had forgotten to inform him about a detail that wasn’t exactly unimportant. <strong>“Oh! About the length of our little show. The archived performances need to be 30 minutes long at least. If you check the top twenty of most watched clips, almost all of them are always 30 to 45 minutes long. Shorter clips get a lot less love from subscribers.”</strong> She turned the doorknob to her bedroom and twirled around briefly for the final instructions. <strong>“I’ll go inside and start the stream. Put those goggles on already. Then count to thirty and knock on the door. I’ll open it in character.”</strong> She went inside and started up the rig, then waiting for his knock. <strong>“Come in!”</strong> After he had entered, she cooed and smiled. <strong>“Oh, mr. D, how nice of you to come over so quickly! That sink is dripping again… Could you give it another look?”</strong> She fluttered her eyes in David’s direction, the eyes she was making at him thus also streamed to the subscribers who had logged onto the stream.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>03-08-2020, 19:39:25</strong>
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				David took the goggles, eyeing them with a grimace at first before sighing and putting them on his head. Thankfully, they weren't too uncomfortable, but the idea of wearing them for thirty minutes a pop sounded irritating for sure. Regardless, he let her lead the way since it was her show, but god damn the girl was in a rush. Talking quickly and pushing and pulling everything into position, he barely had time to get a word in edge wise before she had ushered herself back into her bedroom and he could see a light turn on at the upper right of the goggles to signify that the stream was live, people were looking at things through his perspective. <br><br><strong>"Wait, what do the fuck do I call y-- fuck it,"</strong> he muttered lowly. Most of the people watching probably couldn't understand what he was saying, but regardless. David had to quicky try to adjust to the situation in a halfway believable manner. It was just amateur porn, but still it was easy to smell phoniness and that was always a turn off. <br><br><strong>"Miss? Miss, I'm here to work on your sink,"</strong> David called out before stepping up to her bedroom door. <strong>"Miss are you in here?"</strong> he called before she opened the door clad in only her lingerie and a seductive expression on her face. <br><br><strong>"Oh! Miss uh, did I come at a bad time. You were telling me about your si-"</strong> he began before Stacy quickly interrupted him giving him a pair of begging doe eyes and pouty lips to play up the ditziness a bit. <br><br><strong>"Well sure Miss, I don't mind fixin' it for ya again... but you still haven't paid me back for the last time. I'm afraid I can't do it again unless you make it worth my while,"</strong> David uttered, playing up his southern accent a bit. He made sure to glance down her entire form rather obviously, giving POV viewers a distinct long look at her entire tall, sexy figure. <br><br><strong>"And you are looking very pretty tonight... maybe we don't worry about money if you use those soft lips of yours to suck me off in exchange?" </strong><br><br>Meanwhile chat was flooding in with most of Stacy's normal subscribers and frequenters, many of whom were woefully confused about what was happening. Like an incoherent stream of consciousness the comments were rolling in, displayed as a sort of pop up display in the corner of the room out of shot of the rig that was mostly set up around the room itself, but focused on the bed. <br><br><div align="center"><em>HardCock98: What da fuq is this?</em><br><em>CuckerSpaniel: Damn she look fine tonite!</em><br><em>itakeitintheass23: Who is dis dude?!</em><br><em>BiggestBaller: Wait... IS SHE FINALLY GUNNA SUCK A REAL COCK?!!!</em> <br><em>Cockmeister47: This corny af lol.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-08-2020, 10:40:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4519050/630full-sarah-stephens.jpg)</div>Stacy had missed David’s question about what to call her during the stream. Not that it mattered much to Stacy, as long as he did not use her given name. Up until that point, she was only known through her online handle of NaughtyGirl708. They were indeed jumping in with both feet at the far end of the pool, but Stacy wanted to test David, to see if he matched up performance-wise to his confident exterior. As well as preventing herself from having second thoughts about her change of format and chickening out. A change of expression had gone over Stacy visage now that she was in the guise of her character, who was essentially an oversexed but not too bright young woman. When they got to the point where Mr. D demanded payment for his work, she laid it on a little thick with the indignation, gasping loudly and bringing her right hand to her chest in an expression of shock.<br><br><strong>“Mr. D! What kind of girl do you think I am?”</strong> She realized was overdoing the play-acting a bit, considering that most of her subscribers knew her primarily from watching her jam oversized dildos down her throat. Then a smile flowered on her lips. <strong>“though I guess I could make an exception, just this once! Since you’re such a nice man and that sink does need repairing.”</strong> She bit her lower lip and stared down at his jeans, as if she was sizing up what he had underneath the crotch area there for the first time. Stacy bridged the distance between them and started to undo David’s pants, first unbuckling the belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping the denim trousers. She slipped her hand in and pulled his massive rod out of his trousers. <strong>“Oh my…”</strong> Another gasp of shock, this time at the size of his rod. <strong>“It’s huge!”</strong> She was once again laying it on thick, only this time this was a tiny kernel of truth about her bullshit.<br><br>She had of course already seen David’s cock earlier that day, but that had been in its flaccid state, when it had already looked quite impressive. But in its erect state, a certain heft had been added that pushed it from large to borderline monstrous in its proportions. She had of course tackled similarly sized dildos – she at least thought so – but this was definitely the biggest real one she ever had in her hands. Deciding there was no point in dilly-dallying for too long, she dropped to her knees in front of him and spat on his dick, giving it a little squeeze with her right hand right after. <strong>“I don’t know Mr. D… You are SOOOO big… you’ll hurt me with this thing.”</strong> She grasped the rod by the base and then gave it the first teasing lap of the tongue. Another followed. <strong>“I mean… it’s just so big… it’ll barely fit in my mouth!”</strong> As if to illustrate the point she wrapped her lips around it for the first time during their live stream and allowed just the knobhead to slip into her warm and wet maw. She looked up at Dave as she pushed her face forward and forced more of his length inside of her mouth. Her left hand had moved underneath his cock and was now cradling his balls, until she gently started to rub his sack in a circular motion whilst her face moved deeper and deeper on his cock, getting ever nearer to the moment where she would have to force his bulbous head down her gullet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>04-08-2020, 23:19:54</strong>
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				Stacy wasted no time getting right down to it, role playing or foreplay be damned. But a job was a job, and David had a knack for getting it up and rising to the occasion. He was hard before her soft hands ever fished out his massive dick. David made sure he was looking down, even as Stacy's body was momentarily pressed close to his to unzip his pants, and the <em>huge</em> reveal was made to Stacy's audience. Stacy's little gasps, expressions, the way she was speaking, it was all dramatized of course but not without their merit. David, or Mr. D in this instance, certainly was big and made to look even bigger against the comparison of her dainty feminine hands that struggled to touch fingers around it's thickest section. <br><br>David stayed quiet she sunk down to her knees, there eyes meeting and locking in, her eyes locking in with a big portion of her audience that had switched over to POV perspective. She spat across his cock as her hand slowly stroked the massive tool, lathered it till it began to sheen a bit. With a quick shift, David let his pants fall to his ankles, revealing his heavy set, low hanging pair that were gently swaying with the motion of Stacy's stroking. He unbuttoned the bottom portion of his shirt and pulled the loose flaps aside to reveal a bit of a slightly rounded belly, but even from POV perspective it was obvious the man behind the goggles was fit and sturdy. It was true that the man wasn't in the peak physical form of his twenties or thirties, but he still put most men his age to shame. The white hair across his chest and belly certainly gave it away that Stacy was kneeling before a man who was obviously much older than her. <br><br><div align="center"><em>CuckerSpaniel: This grandpa if fucking HUNG!<br>Cockmeister47: Naughty fucks old dudes? What a waste man. I'm out. <br>Pussycombobreaker: Dam this chick is fire, why ain't I seen this channel yet? <br>MinxyMel: @Cockmeister47 u just jelly you ain't half as big. Get it girl! That fat cock looks like a snack!</em></div><br>The chat was starting to go crazy, almost too quick to read when David glanced over at it, but from the snippet he caught, it seemed like people were into what was happening. But truth be told it was hard for David to focus on anything other than the beauty getting ready to suck his brains out below. David knew she had skill, that was easy to see from the job she did on that dildo the day before, but it'd actually been a little bit since he received a proper blowjob. And even in the first minute he started to realize that thirty minutes was going to be hard to reach if she was gonna keep this up. David was confident, a side effect of a wealth of experience, but a challenge was ahead to be sure. <br><br><strong>"I think you're gonna do just fine,"</strong> David said as she began to sink deeper on his cock, her lips literally crawling up his flesh and rolling over thick veins, her cheeks caving inwards from the sudden mass of cock that was invading her maw. Her soft red lips looked amazing against his skin, her tongue masterfully dancing underneath his cockhead. This girl was good, and she hadn't even gotten to the best part yet. David felt an urge to put his hand on top of her head and push the rest of his cock down her throat, but he held back for the time being, letting her show off her skills on her own. And not a moment later, David began to feel his cock head turn down, sliding against the back of her throat. Stacy's neck began to bulge from the large intrusion, her lips creeping closer and closer to the base of his length until at last her nose was pressed into the tuft of black hair on his groin, her lips kissing his base as they stared into each others eyes. <br><br><strong>"Ah... holy shit...,"</strong> David groaned when he felt his entire cock be engulfed. He had never expereinced that before, being taken all the way down&nbsp; a girl's throat to the absolute base. This was uncharted territory. <strong>"Motherfucker you can take a dick,"</strong> he added. As she was bottomed out on his shaft, his hand came down to push some hair of her face as he petted her head a little bit. Slowly, his hand guided her head back inch after inch as his cock evacuated her throat, the bulge obscenely vanishing as her throat went back to normal until her lips finally came off with a loud pop. His cock was already soaking wet with spit and even rolling down to his dangling pair, being gently massaged her soft grip. <br><br><strong>"Look at that, you took all of it,"</strong> he muttered as his cock twitched and flexed in the open air. <strong>"You're a great little cock sucker, aren't you?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-08-2020, 08:41:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4519050/630full-sarah-stephens.jpg)</div>Stacy found out rather quickly that in spite of her experience, handling David’s size was something of a challenge. She was convinced fairly quickly of the fact that she had indeed tackled sex toys just as sizable as David’s real-life dick, but the fact that this time it was in fact a real man’s cock in her mouth made the experience just different enough she had to adjust at each junction. The moment his cock slipped into her gullet felt just different enough to keep her on her toes, the musky scent that entered her nostrils as her head motions got closer to his pubic hair with each new push of her head were also a new experience compared to her solo work. There was a tiny display in a corner of the room which showed David’s first person perspective in a 2D manner. She noticed on there, as her eyes briefly went in that direction, that her lips were already straining comically around his shaft, and she had only taken him halfway deep enough down her throat.<br><br>She felt a small moment of proud and relief when she had in fact inhaled all of his dick. Her lips were a tight circle around the base of his dick whilst his knobhead was lodged firmly into her throat. She didn’t bother to check any of the displays, but she guessed her audience would be seeing a sizable bulge protruding out of her throat, even without the help of the choker she had on to accentuate the effect. She heard the genuine pleasure in the gardener’s voice as she had had swallowed him whole and she might have smiled at it had she not a mouth full of dick. The lewd compliment that followed this also tickled her horny mind. Then he took control, his hand grasping the back of her head and slowly but surely making her pull her head back from his length. First his shaft slipped out of her gullet, which would be easily visible to her viewers, then she felt her lips being slipped off his shaft until the knobhead popped out with an accompanying sound. Strands of saliva connected her lips briefly to his cock, which was now covered in a layer of her saliva. She was panting heavily as she took a breather from the extreme dickswallowing.<br><br><strong>“I’m the best in town, Mr. D”</strong>. She bared her teeth in a lewd, daring grin as David complimented her dick-sucking skills. Stacy resumed control of proceedings a bit more again by grabbing his cock by the base like earlier and now she started to tap it up against her face, first gentle taps, then essentially caning her visage with her rock-hard shaft. After that, she rubbed the wet rod up against her face, smearing open some of the make-up she had carefully applied before their show started. She added to the earlier lubrication with another bit of spit aimed at the head, which she spread to the rest of the shaft with both hands. She now started to jack him of a bit two handed, whilst her head dipped lower. Her mouth eventually attached itself to his balls. She suckled on his sack, taking each ball into her hungry maw in turn, before releasing it with a pop again. She then moved on to the other ball and alternated between the two for several minutes, until his ballsack was as covered in her saliva as his dick was.<br><br>Eventually her tongue rapped across his sack and up to his cock, licking the shaft from the base to the tip from below. Once she reached the tip she engulfed it with her lips again and immediately took him deep. She deepthroated him again in two gos and her hands reached around to his buttocks to pull her body and face closer still on his crotch. She kept his cock lodged deep down her throat for several seconds, then released it a bit so she could take a breath, before pushing her face forward again to inhale every inch David had to give. She face-fucked herself like this, relentlessly, for several minutes. In the process she kind of forgot about the fact that she wasn’t playing with a sex toy this time around, but with a real man’s cock. Otherwise she might have remembered to slow down a bit, allow David a breather too. Instead she went hard at his dick and never slowed down or let up even a tiny bit. She was blowing on it, sucking it deeply, teasing it with her tongue and repeatedly taking it down to the depths of her gullet, all seemingly unconcerned with the effect this might all have on David, both on his body and on his mind. She did occasionally glance up at him, but the pleasure she read in his eyes did not particularly concern her or give her pause.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>05-08-2020, 19:25:29</strong>
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				David was at this cocksucking prodigy's mercy, doing everything in his power to keep his balls from emptying prematurely as she went about a masterful routine of lavishing over his cock, smearing her pretty face with it before suckling his pair and double-fist pumping his shaft. It took every ounce of willpower not to blow all over her face and hair every time he looked down at the those eyes staring back up again, one of his balls lodged in her mouth as she suckled on it like a binky. He ran a hand through her hair again admiring those pretty doe eyes, flawless face, and soft lips. <br><br><strong>"Yeah Babygirl... just like that,"</strong> David suddenly said. He wasn't even sure what the inspiration was in the moment, but something about that innocent expression on her face contrasted to the sinfully lewd act she was enthralled... it just felt right in that moment. Her lips came off of his dangling balls with lewd pops before she returned her oral attention to his needy cock. And thank goodness too, much more stroking and he was gonna lose it. But Stacy didn't give the elder statesman much time to recover before it one gulp she sank down to the base again. David wretched out a series of small groans at the sudden intense sensation. <br><br><strong>"Goddamnit..."</strong> he muttered staring down into her eyes, her mouth having performed a magic trick and made his cock vanish. She was relentless, positioning her body a little more perpendicular to his cock so she could really face fuck herself on his shaft, grasping his ass to impale herself over and over again as she picked up speed. His balls were swinging and bouncing off of her wet chin over and over again. His belly began to breathe heavy, shaking and flexing tight with every time she slip his cock down her throat then quickly drug her lips back up his shaft to do it again, kissing his base each time and rubbing her petite little nose into his pubes. His balls began to draw up, and it reached a point where David knew that all it was gonna take was a few more seconds of this and there was going to be no more turning back. <br><br>David wasn't sure how much time had passed... but he also didn't really care. David began to groan, moan, and otherwise convulse as she bottomed out one too many times than he could stand. David gripped the back of her head and held her tight for the first burst of cum to shoot directly down her throat, thick and bitter. His breath was choppy, his belly flexing in and out as his legs began to shake. David did at least have the wherewithal to know that the fans did need to at least see the cum, so he pulled back enough to where his cockhead rested on her tongue like a pillow and it blasted the back of her mouth with several more thick ropes of release, his cock twitching and flexing madly from what could be seen outside of her mouth. <br><br><strong>"Ohh... ahhh... fuck!"</strong> David groaned as his orgasm was coming near to it's end, his balls emptying their last reserves into her maw. David took a step to re-balance himself after he felt like his equilibrium was slipping for a moment and slowly began to calm himself, his chest heaving after a very hard cumming. His cockhead popped free of her lips at last, his cock already beginning to soften and droop down slightly. It was a massive mess of spittle of cum, droplets still oozing out of his tip and dripping down onto her breasts and legs. Her mouth left open, David looked down to see her tongue swirling in a thick sea of cum, an incredible output. <br><br><div align="center"><em>MinxyMel: Whoa... that's a lotta cum<br>CuckerSpaniel: fuk dis is hot<br>Gspotter12: I came twice, good bj</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-08-2020, 23:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/4519050/630full-sarah-stephens.jpg)</div>Though Stacy wasn’t cognizant of as much in the moment, she had a couple of things working against her in this first performance. Primarily, her years of working solo meant that she never had to take into account another person in her performances. Since she primarily worked with toys, the only thing she had to keep her audience interested was her own performance. Thus she had gone hard and to the limit as her default. Which worked well enough, since no one was interested in seeing a girl half-hearted suck on a dildo. Going hard and all the way out was the only manner in which a solo cam girl could find and keep an audience. Obviously that wasn't the ideal way to go about things when one shot live porn with a partner. The second, smaller issue is that she was enjoying herself so much in the new format that she kind of forget about some of the things she usually might have kept a better eye on, like her audience, what they were saying, how much time had passed…<br><br>Said enthusiasm was also helped by the feedback she got from David. The way he swore when she took him deep down from the get-go once she returned to sucking his dick. The almost gentle words he had shared with her right before that, when she had eagerly been worshipping his cock and balls. It all meant that Stacy was a lot more lost in the moment than she usually was. Otherwise she might have noticed the tell-tale signs that she was going too hard, too fast. She would have noticed how much faster and louder his breathing was getting, she would have paid more mind to his belly muscles flexing as she pushed her face down on his length. She might have even felt the change of tension in his balls as she was inhaling his dick like she was in some kind of contest to get him off as quickly as possible.<br><br>She only really registered they were in trouble when he groaned loudly, the kind of groan that meant that a man was close. She might have slowed down a bit as this finally did register in her horny mind, were it not for the fact that said groan had apparently come forth from deep within his throat when he was on the very edge of cumming. She moaned as he pushed her head all the way on his dick and a second later she felt the spurt of goo hit the back of her throat. She would have pushed him off her so her fans could see the ejaculate, only he had the exact same thought and had pulled his cock back a bit before she had the need to prod him too. As squirt after squirt hit the back of her mouth and she struggled to contain all of the jizz, her eyes finally wandered to the little clock at the edge of the monitor which stood behind David. It registered the time passed since the start of the stream and when he finally had pushed the last speck of goo out and left her tongue covered in the white sticky substance, it displayed a time of 21:47.<br><br>The elation she had felt at the new format was deflated like a balloon. All their efforts were likely in vain, however good a VR video was, it was a well-known fact among streamers that videos under thirty minutes attracted a lot less attention. Her disappointment even made Stacy miss the fact that many of her subscribers were enthusiastically commenting on her show. Still enough of a pro to properly finish the show, she looked up at David, opened up her mouth as far as she could so that her viewers had a good look at the sticky semen inside of her maw. Then she closed her mouth and downed it in one go, coughing a little in the process as David’s gift had certainly been a substantial one. <strong>“Mmm, tasty… thank you Mr. D… That was fun… Now how about that sink?”</strong> She pouted like a naughty girl who had been deprived her lollipop. <br><br>The stream faded to black shortly thereafter and Stacy slumped down further on her knees, no longer hiding her disappointment. <strong>“What the fuck happened? We were doing so well… And then you just popped off? Didn’t even warn me? We didn’t even get to 22 minutes… No way we’ll make the top one-hundred of most viewed clips today. Most subscribers sort them by length and they won’t even check out the stuff that is under thirty minutes.”</strong> She shook her head, she felt like she had been in the zone and David’s premature pop shot had ruined everything. She used some baby wipes to clean off the stickiness that had landed on her chest and legs and then washed out her mouth with some water. <strong>“I thought you had done this kind of thing before?”</strong> Stacy was laying the blame rather squarely with David, not realizing that she too might have a bit of the blame for their first attempt being something of a failure, at least in her own estimation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>06-08-2020, 19:08:19</strong>
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				<strong>"I'll get right on that,"</strong> David muttered as the stream came to an end, the lights dimming around the AV rig, even though the chat was still going a mile a minute at what it had, collectively, just witnessed. David was out of breath, but feeling good otherwise, it was hard not to after receiving a masterclass of the fellatio arts. But Stacy's expression and demeanor shifted gears faster than a race car as soon as the stream was down. <br><br><strong>"Well, hold on now,"</strong> David protested to her criticisms. It may have been true that David did take his eye off the clock at a certain point, but whether or not he did, Stacy was going to force him to cum regardless. All things considered, David puffed his chest out a bit and was proud of the effort he put in to restrain himself from going even sooner. <br><br><strong>"If you were so worried about hitting thirty minutes, maybe you should've slowed the fuck down. I mean god damn, even a gay man would've came if he was getting sucked off like that,"</strong> he gave her a befuddled shrug, the only thing he knew to do in the moment as he let out an exasperated sigh. His cock had receded back to it's flaccid state by then and he was quick to put his clothes back, sensing the tone in the air. She took another shot at his lack of experience and David was just about done at that point. <br><br><strong>"Yeah, just keep the money for tonight,"</strong> he said, double checking his wallet and phone were still in place. <strong>"But thanks for the blowjob and good luck with the show Ms. Twellman."</strong><br><br>David had left in a hurry after that. He didn't sign on to this for any bullshit, and that was what he was tasting at the tip of his tongue from Stacy. The type of girl who certainly had her perks, but came loaded with some bullshit too. He knew he shouldn't get bent out of shape over it, but David couldn't help but be irritated the rest of the night at his apartment, even a shower unable to cool him down. He went to bed, prepared to start his next day like every other and forget the previous night happened (besides the good parts at least).&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-08-2020, 09:44:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9wma3E9.jpg)</div>Stacy couldn’t help but briefly smile at his reply to her reproachful words about his cumming too quickly. And yeah, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. She had treated his dick like it had been another dildo, an inanimate object, like it didn’t matter how hard or how fast or slow she went at it. The small reprieve only lasted so long, her mind soured again by the perceived failure of their first attempt together. She felt a small moment of regret when her continued words of criticism seem to deflate him, or at the very least make him return to his more arrogant and stand-offish tone of the day before. <strong>“Whoa, what?”</strong> She had just about enough time to ask an unanswered one word question before he had readjusted his attire and then left her apartment. She sighed, pretty convinced that the new arrangement with David would be a one and done thing. Especially since he had even said he didn’t want his cut for the one show they had done.<br><br>Not that it mattered much, she doubted that the archived stream would yield many views and just the money made from the live subscribers would only be a relative pittance. Especially David’s cut of 25% of it. Stacy washed away some of her disappointment with a long hot shower. Then she settled in front of her laptop with a mug of hot cocoa to chat some with her regulars and fans. It was a way to build and maintain her audience, part of the act, fan interactions. It also was a helpful tool to get feedback directly from her audience. Which meant that she was taken aback by the reactions. They were overwhelmingly positive, complimenting her for her performance, expressing enthusiasm about finally tackling a real dick and there was even a good deal of interest in who the ‘old stud’ was she had used as her stunt cock. A notion was starting to form in her mind that perhaps he had been too critical, too fast of their first attempt. Especially since the positive comments kept on rolling in.<br><br>After pushing the laptop shut for the night and going to bed, she logged on to her account the very next morning, after a quick breakfast of cereal and hot fresh coffee. This time she checked the stats for both her subscribers and page views. To her surprise, the short stream she had shot with David the night prior was doing rather well. She hadn’t made any top ten lists with it of course, but considering it was a short format video, it actually had a good amount of page views. The bigger surprise was her subscriber total. She had a noticeable uptick in subscribers. Again not a huge number, but more than she’d usually get on a single day. Much more, in fact. Now Stacy was annoyed with herself. Perhaps David had been on to something after all. The numbers seemed to suggest the beginning of something. Only she could test her hypothesis any further without his help and the way they had left things the night before suggested he was done.<br><br>In the end, she got dressed and repeated her routine from the day prior by going to find David wherever he was busy tending to the green. She was briefly worried he had not showed up that day until she found him trimming hedges at the very opposite edge of the complex to her apartment. <strong>“Hey there… Got a minute?”</strong> She gave him a sheepish, apologetic smile. <strong>“About last night… turns out we did a bit better than I thought. The stream got a decent number of non-live views overnight. And I got a noticeable uptick in new subscribers. So you might be onto something… I’m sorry about how I left things last night. I kind of hope no bridges were burned? Want to try again tonight or tomorrow night? I can do better too, I was just so used to performing with toys that I didn’t really think of pacing myself a bit.”</strong> As she talked she noticed that two other groundskeepers who were nearby were watching her convo with David with some interest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>13-08-2020, 08:17:50</strong>
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				David considered calling in sick that morning, given that they were going to be on their third and final day of work around the apartment complex he had driven away from in a huff the previous night. He certainly thought there was chance, based off of the stuck-up vibes he was getting from Stacy from the start that she would seek him out if he came around again, even for work, and given him some reprimanding for leaving so abruptly the previous night. Even though he'd made himself rather clear on the subject of being done. He was just getting too old at that point for dealing with the shifting whims and moods of women like Stacy. <br><br>Maybe he was wrong about her, maybe he was overreacting, but David was pretty sure he wasn't. And there she was, walking his way in clothes that looked like what she slept in. David sighed through the nose and took a breather, bracing himself for whatever hellfire might be coming his way, but as she got closer he realized her expression was that of... apologetic? Sort of but not exactly that.<br><br><strong>"I guess so,"</strong> David muttered in short response before clearing his throat and waiting. David's defensive posture slackened a bit as she went on to explain. <br><br><strong>"I was rude, leaving in a hurry like that. I did tell you I wasn't interested in bullshit,"</strong> he reiterated to her. <strong>"But I apologize too,"</strong> he nodded. He let out a snorting chuckle. <br><br><strong>"Do better? Do you know how many women have blown me in my life? Here's a hint: a fucking lot. Ain't none of them ever even came close to you though. And you think you can do better? God, my dick doesn't stand a chance!"</strong> David laughed, not really bothering to monitor how loudly he was speaking. Behind David, Stacy could see an elderly lady's eyes suddenly go buggy as she was knitting something on her front porch. By her reaction, she clearly heard something out of the ordinary going on over yonder. <br><br><strong>"Honestly, if you want me to last thirty minutes, you're gonna have to let me fuck you for part of it,"</strong> David said with a shrug. <strong>"Only thing I can think to do to <em>extend</em> these sessions to the time you want. Or at least sixty-nine or something, just to distract me if nothing else."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-08-2020, 11:00:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9wma3E9.jpg)</div>Considering how they had left things the day before, Stacy had feared that David’s reaction to her approaching him would be very hostile or at the very least unwelcome. Yet when she started talking, his initially nervous stance seemed to untighten and there seemed to be a loosening of his facial features, from seemingly bracing himself for a fight – had his expectations of this conversation mirrored her own? – to a near apologetic facial expression. She shrugged at the mention of bullshit. <strong>“I’m sorry. I’m not used to working with other people, I’ve really only ever done my private cam show, solo. So I’ve never really had to factor in someone else… their performance… their feelings, I guess?”</strong> She laughed at his next remark, when he sort of complimented her BJ-skills in what she was already thinking of as David’s typical way of talking: blunt and rather fringeless. <br><br>Unlike David, Stacy hadn’t noticed Mrs. Mauriac, the old French-Canadian widow, turn her nose at the chunks of the discussion her old ears were clearly picking up. She did know that the old hag didn’t much care for her, though she had no idea of knowing why exactly. She was more pre-occupied by David’s next suggestion anyway. <strong>“Fuck me… Oh my…”</strong> She bit her lower lip as she considered this. <strong>“My channel has really been primarily about oral stuff so far. Used to do my deepthroat thing with the sex toys. And I thought doing primarily BJs with you would be a more natural progression.”</strong> She looked up at David and considered his suggestion. On some level, sex was sex and if she let him shove his dick down her throat or stuff her pussy with his copious amount of dickmeat, there wasn’t much of a difference really. The only different would be the new reality to Stacy herself. It would be crossing another threshold as a sex performer.<br><br><strong>“Hmm, I guess we can try that… So we’d alternate between oral and proper fucking? Me starting out blowing you, then perhaps we shift to fucking for a bit, only to finish with a bit of oral for the benefit of our audience? Something like that?”</strong> She was wringing her hands together for a bit in a nervous gesture but then finally nodded her head. <strong>“Okay… I guess at the very least it’s worth a try… Do you think you’d be up for a repeat performance today or would you rather way until tomorrow or the day after?”</strong> After she and David had agreed upon the time of their next mutual cam show, she nodded her head, they shook hands on their new arrangement and then she walked back to her apartment. The looks given to her by both David’s two colleagues and Mrs.Mauriac suggested all three had heard more than a bit of her conversation with the groundskeeper. She didn’t really care, the two other gardeners would be gone soon, once they were done with their jobs, and Mrs. Mauriac was a bored old busy-body who would gossip regardless of what Stacy did or did not do.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>20-08-2020, 07:20:03</strong>
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				<strong>"Best to wait till tomorrow I would think. If you perform too often, your older subscribers will get bored eventually. Talk to them, do some sort of casual stream and begin to drop hints about doing something special soon with <em>Mr. D</em>," David shook his head at that name. <strong>"Fuck, already regretting that name choice."</strong> David noticed Stacy looking past him a bit and glanced behind to see the old lady sitting not too far away. He didn't really seem to care if they were being overheard either. <br><br><strong>"I'm gonna guess you probably get a lot of requests to be fucked on stream, and I'm also gonna guess you've played that off for the most part. Well, if one of your fans brings it up tonight, play into it some. 'Oh, I dunno... maybe I guess.' Some shit like that,"</strong> David said, raising the tenure of his voice to try and mimic Stacy, but it didn't work terribly well and just added to the already confused expression on Mrs. Mauriac's wrinkled face. <br><br><strong>"Then, tomorrow, you're blowing me and suddenly I pull you off. I say I want to fuck you. You act coy and prudish about it until eventually you let it happen. Or we could even string it along farther than that if you wanted. Try to build up some anticipation and demand for it. I remember this girl in Idaho, had a chastity fetish so she wore a chastity belt and her deal was that she wouldn't take it off until someone made her cum from anal alone. She had an xxxtube account and had the belt on for like three months. I came in, made her cum, and the video got by far the most views she ever did. A little anticipation can go a long way for amateur stuff like this. Usually you have pretty loyal subscribers for channels like yours, so the people that watch you know your style, maybe you've given them hints about your life style or personality. You can use that to not only turn them on with what you do with your lips, but get them invested in you personally. If you do that, they'll watch you for years."</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>29-08-2020, 15:12:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uCYwTkM.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/NkH2BNi.jpg)</div>Stacy had listened to David’s suggestions, deciding to take at least some of them to heart. They had parted ways again, letting him get back to his work as she went back to her apartment, avoiding Mrs. Mauriac’s lingering gaze as she walked across the inner courtyard of the apartment structure. Back home, she only truly realized the huge shift she was making as a performer in the space of just a few days. She had been a pure solo cam girl only a few days ago. Now, very soon, tomorrow even, she’d do proper girl-boy sex on her stream. Of course, considering she had already broken through the barrier of playing with a male partner, it was a shorter step to letting the same guy fuck her pussy.<br><br>Stacy spent the remainder of the day preparing for her stream the next evening. She did as David had suggested and logged on, wearing some skimpy lingerie to just chat a bit with her followers. She hinted at the fact that Mr. D might make another visit tomorrow and she was pleasantly surprised at the degree to which her subscribers were responding positively to the news.<br><br><em>TheDude23: Fuck yeah! Real dick is better than seeing you inhale all of that plastic stuff!<br>RazMTaz: So what do you two have planned, doll?<br>Mining4Minge: Fuck him! Don’t be shy… We wanna see that little box stuffed with hard dick, not just your mouth!</em><br><br>Stacy felt a tremor of shock at the last remark. David had alluded to the possibility that someone might suggest she do so, but she hadn’t thought that one of her subscribers would bite quite this quickly. She responded by adding fuel to the fire. <em>“You boys should definitely watch tomorrow night. Especially you, Mining, you might be in for a treat!”</em> Ignoring all of their pleas and demands for more details, she ended her stream for that day shortly thereafter.<br><br>The next morning was spent working out some sort of script for them to follow. It was fairly straightforward in the end. Mr. D would show up at her apartment, demanding more payment for his work and she would ‘reluctantly’ agree. After a few minutes of oral, he would pull out of her mouth and demand her pussy, before essentially taking it almost immediately thereafter. The idea was for Stacy to be coy about it, even indulge in some half-hearted protests until David’s cock was in fact shoved into her pussy. She started getting ready for this stream well ahead of time, taking another long bath and then taking more time than usual choosing a lingerie set. When David arrived after work, she let him in and they shared a drink as she went through the script, such as it was, with him. <strong>“So are you ready? You go outside, knock on the door as Mr. D and demand more payment. We go from there…”</strong> The pair of them briefly parted, long enough for Stacy to start her stream, make some smalltalk with her subscribers and then, after a few minutes, during which she had ignored all of their questions about Mr. D’s visit, David was supposed to announce his arrival by banging on her front door. <strong>“Oooh, who could that be?”</strong> She raised the ditziness a few levels as she rose from her chair to open the door to David.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 50 For 50: The Ballad of David Tisdale C?? (Red X Odan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>04-09-2020, 02:18:24</strong>
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				A sheer expression of bemused confusion was etched across the handsome older man's face as a short script, an actual script, was pushed into his arms when he arrived to Stacy's apartment for the pre-stream "meeting" that amounted to not much more than a quick drink and mostly her talking about how this was all gonna go down. Now, given, David could appreciate a woman who knew what she wanted having dealt with enough wallflower submissives for multiple lifetimes, but there was a line between knowing what you wanted and being a control freak. Regardless, so long as she didn't jump down his throat after he was done sliding down hers, there wouldn't be an issue. <br><br>David didn't really understand what the premise or story was in the way that she had described it, so as he was ushered out the door and told to wait a few minutes for her to boot up the stream and small talk her audience, he came up with his own version of the "story" and how this should play out, in a way that made sense to him. He quickly pulled out his wallet and opened it up, seeing exactly forty-six bucks in there. He whipped the ash out and held it in hand. He figured this could be some sort of haggling scene that turned into another blow-and-screw favor. It wasn't much, but it was something that made more sense than what she proposed. <br><br>He wrapped the door hard with his knuckles, given it seemed she wanted him to be a little aggressive. David wasn't that way by nature, but years of service as a professional dominant could make you well practiced in the art of over-bearing masculinity. She opened, sexy as all hell in that red lingerie and he waited for her surprised greeting, as planned. <br><br><strong>"Hi Miss, I came by tonight because it seems there was a problem with my pay when I was by a few nights ago, working on your plumbing?"</strong> he muttered before holding up the small wad of cash in his hand and spreading the bills to show a relatively small total. <strong>"I know we talked about taking some off for that thing you did the other night... but I think I deserve a little more,"</strong> he muttered, growled really, as he let himself inside, pushing past her. <br><br><strong>"How do you think we can make this even?" </strong>
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