Janelle had never heard of such a thing, but reading the description that day last spring had instantly moistened her pussy:
“A tribute is a video in which a guy looks at a girl’s picture as he masturbates, saying how much her picture turns him on, how hot it makes him to see her body, her nipples, her butt, maybe even just the outline of her breast beneath a sheer top if that’s all the girl is showing in the picture. As he talks and strokes for the camera, he gets more turned on, and it’s clear that he’s going to come.
The camera catches his hand jerking his hard cock and then spurting through his orgasm as he groans in pleasure.”
Holy shit! thought Janelle. That would be so-o-o-o hot, seeing some good-looking guy, nude and making himself hard while he looked at her picture. Knowing that he was thinking about her as the camera caught the movement of his fist up and down his naked, erect cock and hearing him describe why SHE made HIM hot and horny. Seeing all that on video would be incredible! Then, the sounds of his moans and groans as he spurted his excitement for her to see exactly how crazy hot the thought of her made him . . .. Damn! she thought. That would be like hearing him tell me his nastiest secrets about me and my power to turn him on, to make him want to put his hard cock into my pussy and . . .
Thoughts of naked men — and even better — of naked men with her, doing wonderful things to her naked body, were not unusual for Janelle. She was attractive and had her share of sexual encounters as a single woman working as a realtor in a metropolitan southern city, so sometimes she only had to replay a satisfying encounter in her mind to spur such thoughts. There had been, what? Three guys the past year who had been sex partners at various times, two for several weeks, one — Bill — for several months.
But long-term partner material wasn’t what Janelle was looking for just yet (though Bill might hold some potential in that area at some point in the future . . .).
So the anticipation of the next buff guy shucking off his clothes in her apartment for the first time was a very nice divertissement as a daydream.
And Janelle was often naked when she daydreamed, one hand drawing lazy circles around her clit, the circles becoming more concentrated, the laziness giving way to focused strokes along the side of her hardened nub as she became more involved with her fantasies.
Yes, Janelle masturbated as she thought about a naked man (or men — how very hot!) licking her pussy, sucking her nipples, fondling her breasts, whispering into her ear, slipping their fingers and then their very hard dicks into her slippery, aroused pussy.
She enjoyed watching this happen in a video scene, too, but there wasn’t a whole lot of good porn for women, depictions that caught both the lust and the tenderness that true intimacy with a good sex partner requires. Janelle made do by going back to old favorites and occasionally adding a clip from a couple of sites she’d found that did very explicit yet very classy videos featuring gorgeous couples, whether male-female or, occasionally, female-female when the fancy struck.
(Watching girl-on-girl sex was sometimes perfect because seeing a lovely young woman use her lips and mouth on another girl could be exactly the right way to imagine herself receiving such delights from someone who really knew how to give great oral sex.
(And there had been a couple of male-male videos she’d found, purely by accident. The action was powerfully erotic, and she had watched, entranced, as the guys stroked each others’ cocks and groaned with urgent directives to each other about what they wanted — needed — done immediately as their desperation to come became ever more pressing. Janelle realized afterwards that it was those sounds of lust and the visuals of masculine fists sliding up and down stiff erections that had been the allure for her.)
But her favorite fantasies were usually of a handsome, naked guy who knew how to excite every inch of her body and who did just that as she enjoyed all the sensations. So it was easy to lose herself in a steamy sexual fantasy portrayed nicely in video, then masturbate to climax afterwards.
Who wouldn’t be interested in finding such videos out there on the Internet?
During one session of some down-time surfing she chanced onto a page describing “tributes,” which Janelle had never heard of. They were apparently videos that guys shot of themselves masturbating without showing their faces. The catch was, though, that the guys would be looking at naked pictures women had sent them, pictures which also never showed the women’s faces.
After a few minutes of fascinating investigation on the web page and a couple of the links from it, Janelle had another thought during her education about this new, sexy thing called a “tribute”: What if he talked about wanting to lick my pussy and suck my clit as he masturbated for me?
Janelle adored good head, but finding a guy who did it well, whose oral skills were right on target, seemed all but impossible. (Though Bill had been good at taking a few instructions . . ..)
“Oh, damn, Janelle,” her private, sexy, naked hunk would say as he stroked his stiff cock for her in the video, “you look so sexy, so hot in this picture. If I were there with you right now, I’d drop down on my knees in front of you, reach around behind you to grab your ass and pull you to my mouth, and I would bury my tongue as far up your beautiful pussy as I could get it,” Mr. Janelle-Turns-Me-On would say. “I would have you hump my face until you came hard, and I’d hold you up while your legs shook and you had a massive orgasm. Then I’d lay you down and slip my hard cock inside your soaking pussy and I’d stroke inside you until . . . until, oh, god, oh shit! . . . Oh, god, I’m gonna-”
Then she’d watch in fascination as the guy spurted through an intense orgasm. His excitement would be evident not only in the jets of creamy liquid he would produce as his pretty cock twitched, but also in the throaty moans which would be all he could manage, but could not prevent, as he experienced his release.
God, how sexy! How very, very exciting!
The whole idea about a video tribute was just so . . . well, indescribably naughty, hot, sexy, erotic.
Janelle couldn’t put into words how much it turned her on to think about watching a man masturbate for her, hearing him groan through an orgasm triggered by thoughts of her!
So she had interrupted that session at her computer last spring when she read about this for the first time. She opened another window and surfed to a site she sometimes visited when she was horny and wanted some eye candy to plug into one of the many fantasies she played out during a masturbation session.
There. “Randy” was the guy’s name in the caption of the picture. He would star in the immediate fantasy she was going to indulge. Randy was going to do a tribute for her in her imagination . . .
He was buffed but not overly muscular — just right, as is possible when you have the option of scanning through hundreds of pictures of naked men that are so easy to find on the ‘Net. You could always be a very particular shopper in such a marketplace, and Randy’s trim torso, sexy abs, and firm glutes were all features that topped Janelle’s shopping list.
Randy’s cock was also “just right” — it looked to be about seven inches when erect. Janelle’s favorite picture of Randy was when he was erect, smiling into the camera, his glorious, naked shaft hard and on beautiful display, sending its sexy, arousing message: “Here’s the proof of how much you make me hot, Janelle, how very irresistible you are. God, I would love for you to do whatever you want with my pulsing hard-on, and I promise to stay stiff for you until you say you want me to come, no matter what you do to me until then . . .”
Well, it IS a fantasy, thought Janelle after that first session when Randy’s pictures had launched an arousing session with a favorite vibrator. With her panties bunched at her ankles as she recovered from a truly satisfying orgasm while lying back in the chair at her desk as the monitor continued its display of Randy’s smiling face and hard cock (both perfectly positioned for her to appreciate), she thanked anonymous Internet gods who had concocted this easy, safe way to find pictures of gorgeous, naked men with hard cocks on display for her viewing pleasure.
Randy had been a dependable Fantasy O for Janelle for several months. She returned to see him every few weeks — sometimes almost daily during one particular stretch when, for whatever reason, she had been almost incessantly horny.
Her first climax after finding out about tributes was produced by thoughts of Randy stroking his cock for her and talking about how hot he got looking at her picture.
It was an intense and draining, absolutely wonderful orgasm.
Then Janelle went back to the page with its description of tributes. There were other postings:
“I don’t know how I could watch something like that and not go out of my mind,” blogged one woman. “I’ve never seen a man masturbate, and then to see him do it while he’s thinking about me. How hot is that?”
“Oh, that would be so sexy and such a sweet thing to do,” wrote another.
“Guys should take the time to make lots of presents like that for their girls,” posted another lady, followed by the reasons they should do this and offering suggestions for what they should say as they stroked their erections in the videos.
But it was the next post that really caught Janelle’s eye:
“If you work it right, you can get a guy to do this for you. I’ve had three tributes in the last two years, and I can tell you, those three videos are at the top of my playlist when I’m in the mood for some visual erotic stimulation. There’s just nothing like the rush of hearing and seeing a naked man stroking his cock for you as he looks at your picture and says why you turn him on so much that he has to masturbate. Then seeing him shoot his load. Sweet Jesus! That in itself is so incredibly hot. But knowing he stroked himself to climax while thinking about you and your body is such a power trip somehow, such a deeply erotic sense of control mixed with flattery all at the same time. It’s like this crazy swirl of emotions that gets layered on top of the purely physical arousal of watching a naked man jerk off for you. (And, ladies, we have to agree that handsome, naked men with erections, whether they are stroking their cocks or not, are so-o-o-o lovely to look at!) But maybe it’s what these guys say when they do this that gets me off the most. They talk about me, about why my body gets them hard and makes them want to stroke their cocks. Now THAT is one incredibly sexy mind trip!”
Shit! thought Janelle, squirming in disbelief that reading the woman’s post was getting her wet so easily after an orgasm only a few minutes earlier. I’ve gotta get some guy to do a tribute for me.
She continued reading, hoping that the woman who talked about getting three tributes would share her strategy.
No fair!, Janelle thought, her lips pouting automatically. THREE naked guys stroking their cocks for her, telling her how hot she is. How did this woman do it?
But there was no advice that followed. And whoever it was that put up the message had not responded to the multiple entreaties that were posted afterwards, asking for details about how the woman had convinced three men to get naked and masturbate for her on camera, then email her the videos.
Janelle made sure to check back regularly, hoping the lady who had been honored multiple times would share her techniques. Finally, several months later, the mystery woman returned to the blog with an even more tantalizing account:
“I’ve been hesitant to say a lot after my last posting,” the comment began, “because I don’t really consider myself an expert or anything.”
Cut the false modesty B.S., thought Janelle when reading that first sentence. Any woman who can convince three guys to videorecord themselves naked and masturbating and then send her the videos is damned well an expert.
“And I’m happy to share the simple process, but first let me tell you about my latest tribute. I have to tell somebody about this because it’s just so amazing, and none of my friends know I do this crazy, sexy thing.”
Okay, Janelle relented, I instantly forgive you if you tell me more about your tributes.
“This guy, Tim, has such an incredible body that he could model swim trunks or underwear or, and I’ve thought about this, I can assure you, the skimpiest thongs possible for a man to wear. (Oh, I’d love for the two of us to be out shopping or at a restaurant while I know he has nothing on underneath his slacks but that thong!) But, as you know, I got to see everything in the tribute, so my thoughts of Tim in a thong aren’t because that’s all I’ve seen of him. He must be some kind of videographer or something, because his tribute was so well lighted, and he must’ve had a tripod and anything else he needed to create the fantastic video he sent me.”
Janelle was dubious. This chick sounded like she was starting to make things up.
But that wasn’t stopping the wetness that was creeping into Janelle’s pussy as she continued reading.
“And Tim made sure I saw everything. He had shaved for me (he said so at the start of the tribute, telling me that he wanted me to know that he did it on purpose because he wanted me to think about fondling his smooth, naked ball sac in my palm as he stroked his cock for me). The picture I had sent him was from the neck down, but it was a good one and showed my breasts with my nipples hard, and in the picture I had spread my legs as I sat on the chair in my bedroom so he could see my naked pussy. Tim had taped that picture to the mirror in his bathroom and set the camera so I could see him from the side as he stroked his cock and looked at my picture.”
Okay, okay, I don’t CARE if you’re making this up, Janelle thought, just keep going with the story.
“The first thing he did was amazing, and maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen (and heard). He turned toward the camera and began talking to me in this sexy voice, looking straight into the camera and telling me that my body was fantastic and how it made him hard the instant he saw it.”
Janelle kept away the skeptical thoughts that would otherwise have entered her mind. Guys just don’t say those things . . . at least, none of the guys she’d ever let see her naked. More important, this guy was breaking the anonymity rule about tributes.
But it was more important not to interrupt the flow of the sexy story this woman was telling about Tim’s tribute to her.
“And as he continued talking to me about how hot my body made him (and, ladies, I am NOT a fitness model, I can assure you), I saw his cock start to get hard. This was all without him even TOUCHING it! He talked himself into a complete erection as he described my tits and my nipples and my pussy (that’s what he called them — tits — and it was damned sure okay with me that he used the words he did, even when he said he would love to trail his tongue across my asshole).”
Jesus! thought Janelle. That’s never something that any guy has said he wanted to do to me.
What would that feel like?
“So I just sat here in front of my computer and watched this incredible thing happening, hearing Tim talk about how I made him hot and horny, and I could see — literally — that he was telling the truth. After a minute or so, his beautiful cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling, and at that point he said he wished I was there to see the drop of pre-cum that had already leaked out of the tip of his dick.”
Janelle slid her slacks and panties down to her ankles.
“Then he picked up a bottle of lotion and squirted a little into his hand as he looked into the camera and said he was going to focus on my picture because I was so pretty and arousing and that he was going to jack off just for me. That’s what he said, honest. There’s no way I’m ever going to forget it or get tired of hearing it when I replay this video over and over. This guy, who is really handsome and who was completely naked and with a hard cock, looked straight at me in the camera and said he was going to jack off just for me.”
Who cares if she’s making this up? Janelle thought, her fingers sliding through the wetness that had quickly accumulated as she read this sexy, intriguing tale. Keep going with the story!
“Then Tim starting stroking his hard cock, looking at my picture and talking about what he was seeing — how pretty and hard my nipples were, how inviting my pussy looked, how much he wanted to be there on his knees in front of me and leaning his face into my crotch in order to lick my clit. God, I got so horny watching his tribute! Right before he came, he stopped talking. His hand was pumping so fast up and down his hard cock. He moaned and gasped, almost holding his breath for a few seconds right before he shot two powerful jets of his cum, and he shivered and shook and actually doubled up in ecstacy as he milked the last few drops onto the countertop in his bathroom.”
Janelle’s masturbation was just as intense as the description of Tim’s, and she came, too, in ecstacy, muffling a moan in the process and jerking in her chair, almost sliding off it as she shuddered through a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.
“Then, this gorgeous, naked man, looked into the camera and said how grateful he was that I allowed him to show me how much I turned him on.”
Janelle stopped reading at that point, needing to recover from her orgasm. She slumped back in the chair to rest and reflect.
So maybe this chick wants to write erotica or something, and none of this happened, she mused as she reached down to gather up her clothing and take it to the bedroom. After a quick trip to the toilet, Janelle took off her blouse and bra, hanging the blouse and dropping the bra into the hamper in her closet before retrieving her slacks from the bed to hang them as well and then slip back into the panties. Retrieving her favorite robe from the hook on the bathroom door, she pulled it on as she walked into her kitchen to fix a cup of hot tea before heading back to her computer.
True to her word, the mystery woman who’d described her latest tribute, told her readers how she got guys to do it for her.
“Okay, so I know you’re wondering about this, how I get guys to do this for me. I confess that Tim’s video is special, and I confess that he made it for me after we began dating. But it’s the truth that his first contact with me was the tribute he sent that didn’t show anything except from the chest down so that no one would ever recognize him from the video. It’s also the truth that his naked penis was just as beautiful in that first tribute, though, and it’s true, again, that his first video really got me hot and horny.”
Finally, Janelle thought, a little honesty in disclosure. She was sipping the smooth Earl Grey as the warmth of the mug settled into her hands.
“So, yeah, it’s just like anything else, I guess,” the woman’s post continued. “There is always a wide range of quality in anything. Tim’s first video was the best of any of the tributes I’ve gotten when I’ve had guys send me their vids, and the others varied in quality. Except for Tim, I have never asked for a second one from anyone because I purposefully do not want to initiate any email conversations with any of the guys, and because this has always just been a harmless kick for me that’s a nice ego boost as well as being good for some alone time with my fingers or a favorite toy as I watch.”
Okay, I’m with you on that, Janelle mused, the pleasant scent of the tea curling into her nostrils as she read. A naked man stroking his hard cock as he talks about me and how much I turn him could be nothing but flattering AND intensely erotic.
“But all the vids are fascinating, and most are a big turn-on,” the woman wrote. “When I think of how easy it is to get these and the nice orgasms they help trigger when I watch them, I wonder why any woman wouldn’t do this.”
The woman’s post finally got to the point of how she found the guys who sent her tributes.
“Tim is the one guy I’ve gone further with after getting a tribute. I teased him now that we’re pretty much a steady couple (though it took several months to work out the job thing so we were no longer in different states). I told him that I wouldn’t be getting tributes anymore since I was with him now, but that I’d probably miss it sometimes, knowing how sexed up it made me to see those nameless guys shamelessly stroking themselves for me as they told me how hot I am. That’s what prompted Tim to surprise me with the video I described above. He made me promise to describe it here in this forum and then go ahead and let everybody know how we hooked up.”
Then the woman laid out all the details:
“You may find it hard to believe, but there are places on the web where guys who want to do this actually say to email them a picture that they’ll print out and then use in a tribute. Yeah, there are guys who WANT to do this. How simple is that?”
The woman listed a URL that Janelle had never seen.
“I can’t even remember how I came across this page, but I started reading these guys’ posts about how they’d love to do tributes, and I just thought, ‘What the hell. Why not?’ And I did a self-shot which was nothing more than me holding my digital camera up above and in front of me while I was naked and pressing the shutter. It took a few tries to get a good snap of my body without showing any of my face, but it was pretty easy, and I emailed it to a guy on the board who sounded not creepy (I know — it’s all relative when you’re doing this kind of stuff, but I have an anonymizer service on the email account I was using for tributes). A couple of days later, I received my first tribute. He wasn’t necessarily real attractive, kinda fat, actually, but you know what? That didn’t much matter when he started stroking his cock for me and saying how hot my body was. And he didn’t ever show his face in the video, so I just imagined he was a chubby, cute kind of guy. I never emailed him again after a quick note saying thanks for his video, and after a couple more emails to me that I didn’t answer, he never emailed again.”
This sounds more realistic, thought Janelle as she continued sipping her tea.
“That’s it. I did the same thing with several other guys, and even though I know they must have done the same thing for other girls, it never mattered because I never saw their faces, and they never saw mine. That picture I took of myself didn’t show anything in the background that could ever be connected with me, and I don’t have any birthmarks or tattoos or anything, so I felt safe in doing this harmless, yet incredibly sexy thing.”
I guess this could be believable after all, Janelle realized, setting the cup of tea down next to her monitor as she finished reading the last of the woman’s post.
“And as for Tim, well, after he emailed me his first video, I guess I really got out of my comfort zone, and I emailed him back, asking to know a little bit more about him but still just anonymous stuff. And he must have thought I was some sex-crazed cougar or something because I asked for another video. He replied, both of us still completely anonymous to each other. He said he wanted to make his next tribute as good as possible for me, but I knew it was just an excuse to chat me up over email, hoping that maybe he’d talk me into meeting him. Anyway, those emails got me interested in him, and that first video definitely did not hurt — he really is a buff guy who is so hot that I was eager for him to send me another tribute. We kept it up through five videos from him, and then I suggested we meet.”
Janelle’s eyebrows rose in surprise at those words in the woman’s post. So SHE’S the one who set up the meeting?
“It was kinda weird that after having seen just about every inch of Tim except his face, and him seeing the same about me, we had to exchange face shots in order to recognize each other when we met. That was probably the most embarrassing visual representation we exchanged in spite of the other things that showed our naked bodies to each other. But it was worth it, and you can bet that Tim will be sitting here next to me as we read this post when it goes up on the board.”
Maybe it was the hot tea. Maybe it was hearing another woman’s happy-ending tale of finding a hot guy who was also a nice guy. Maybe it wasn’t anything more than an orgasm afterglow, but when Janelle finished reading the woman’s story, she was content, satisfied, a nice cuddly feeling wrapping her in as much comfort as the robe she was wearing.
Could she find a guy to send her a tribute? Could she go through with taking a picture of her naked body and then emailing it to a stranger?
Could she not?
It was simple to scroll back up to the tribute URL in the woman’s post, click on the link, and go to the board where this kind of activity apparently took place. There were some suggestions about sending big file sizes as attachments or using cloud storage services (I guess not every guy is a computer nerd, thought Janelle), and there was some other stuff on the board about being good tribute subjects and good tribute providers.
Janelle clicked through to the board to where several guys had posted in recent days that they’d love to make tribute videos for interested ladies.
Hmmmm, thought Janelle, how does one go about screening out the crazies?
She read through many posts, and the sorting process started to come naturally:
Offers to skype or IM or live cam? Nope.
Guys asking for specific poses? Not gonna happen.
Crass language in the request? Are you freakin’ serious?
Unbelievable braggarts (12-inch dicks? Yeah, right.) Don’t even think about it.
All the posts in which the guys talked mostly about wanting pictures from only Latina women or only black girls or only skinny girls or only — whatever? Idiots, she thought. A woman can send you a picture of anybody for you to get off on, so don’t insult my intelligence with requests to add to your personal porn stash.
Finally, those posts from guys whose writing sounded like they shouldn’t have gotten out of second grade? Absolutely no way.
What remained were, at least for the two months back on the board that Janelle examined, three solicitations that made the cut and then a fourth that popped up just as she was about to copy and paste the postings with invitations to create tributes into a text file so she’d have the email addresses on file.
After a quick check to ensure that the anonymizer icon on her desktop indicated that it was, as usual, faithfully operating in the background, Janelle got up to look for her digital camera.
* * *
It was difficult not to be distracted at her job the next day.
What’s going to be in my inbox when I get home tonight? Janelle wondered. She wouldn’t risk checking her personal account on one of the computers in the office — she knew she’d be too tempted to play the tribute that might have arrived — and she likewise avoided accessing her personal email on her phone between the multiple showings of houses she’d lined up for that day’s potential clients.
She did, though, sneak a couple of glances at the crotch of a guy’s pants who had the 3 PM appointment to look at an uptown condo.
He wasn’t necessarily that handsome, but would his attractiveness quotient go up if he were nude, stroking his hard cock as he looked at her and told her how sexy and hot she was?
Damn! she scolded herself as she tried to re-focus on the question the guy had just repeated to her as they walked through the condo. Get back to business, Janelle!
But what if there WEREN’T a tribute waiting for her that night at home?
Sitting in her car after the appointment (the guy had been noncommital — standard operating procedure and not necessarily an indication he wouldn’t be calling back to get more information about the property), Janelle finished her notes about the potential client and what other properties she knew of that might work for him. Smiling to herself as she laid her tablet on the passenger’s seat, she allowed the tingle of anticipation she’d been nursing all day its full flowering.
Maybe “Les,” the guy I emailed last night, has already printed out my picture and stroked himself to an exciting climax for me to watch in the video he’s made for me.
Maybe the video is already in my inbox.
Maybe he has a nice body, and maybe his moans and groans when he comes will be really, really sexy.
It was very difficult to do, but Janelle did not retrieve her phone from her purse and pull up her email.
The 4:15 PM appointment was several miles away through heavy traffic . . ..
* * *
But there was nothing in her inbox from “Les” when she arrived home. Surprised at her eagerness and that she had actually moistened as she snapped on her monitor, Janelle was disappointed and frustrated.
Then she smiled.
So, I get to wait on you, huh, Les? Well, get with the program quick, my anonymous naked video guy. There are three others on the list I have.
Les, though, was not to be denied. His email hit her inbox at 8:27 PM that evening:
(Of course she had not used her real name.)
“Wow — you look great! It was fun doing this for you because you have one hot body that was easy to appreciate and fantasize about. I hope you like the video. Les.”
Simple. Short. Direct.
Good job, “Les,” Janelle thought.
She opened the attachment right from his email.
Les had a nice body and pleasant voice.
He had a very nice cock.
Les seemed a little nervous at first. His voice wavered a bit when he began talking while presumably looking at her picture on the desk in front of him. The camera angle showed mostly him as he stood, framed from about mid-chest down, and only a little of the desktop where her picture lay. He had printed out the JPG file she’d sent onto what looked like an 8×10″-sized image on a sheet of stationery.
“Uhh, Elena,” he began a few seconds after the video had started. (The delay was a nice touch as it allowed Janelle to get a good look at Les’ naked body and cock before he began to masturbate for her.) “I like your naked body in this picture you sent.”
He reached for a bottle of lotion that was obviously sitting on the desk. “You have great tits, and I love your nipples.”
Janelle was already getting wet.
Squirting some of the lotion into his palm, Les wrapped his fist around his cock, which was already starting to get hard. As he coated his cock, slightly stretching it to get the lotion completely around and up and down its length, he continued his narrative.
“I hope you can tell how turned on I’m getting as I look at you, Elena. It feels really good to stroke my hard dick and look at your naked body, imagining how great it would be to suck on your hard nipples and hear you moan when I did that.”
Yes, Janelle’s nipples were hard in that picture — how could they not have been?
“I’m thinking right now about licking down your belly to your pussy and slipping my tongue inside you, Elena.”
Les was obviously getting into his tribute. Janelle watched in fascination and arousal as he stroked his cock for her, noting all the idiosyncracies of how he masturbated, how he teased himself with strokes that alternated between fast and slow. As he continued his commentary about what he wanted to do to “Elena’s” body and how much he was turned on by seeing it naked in the picture she’d sent, it became crystal clear to Janelle about why this was such a turn-on for her, too.
It was a custom-produced porn video done just for her in which she was the star and the guy in it was raving about her beauty, her sexiness, his desperation to have sex with her because she was so fucking hot.
Yeah, Les was using some of those exact phrases.
It was such a mind trip, such a turn-on!
She loved watching this man masturbate!
“Oh, damn, Elena, I just know your pussy tastes so sweet. God, if I were there I’d be lapping up all your juices and working to have you continue flooding my face as you squirmed against my mouth.”
This guy was good.
“I’d suck your clit, too, Elena. I’d seal my lips around your hard clit and start to tongue it, sliding my tongue across it over and over as you moaned how good it felt when I did that.”
Janelle’s hand snaked inside her robe to her crotch as she sat in front of her monitor. Les’ video was mesmerizing. Her gaze was locked on the image of him as he stroked his naked cock. She was focused intently on his words as he talked himself closer and closer to the climax she knew she was going to witness.
“Then I’d slide two fingers up inside your dripping wet pussy while I continued sucking your clit, and I’d start to fuck you with my hand while I ate you, getting you hotter and hornier by the second.”
Janelle was stroking her clit as she watched Les stroke his cock.
“And after you came really hard against my face, Elena, with your pussy contracting around my fingers while you orgasmed, I’d move up so my hard cock was positioned right at the entrance of your hot, dripping pussy, and I’d . . . I’d, uh . . .”
Janelle’s breaths were coming in short, labored intakes as she squirmed in her chair, knowing that she was very close to her own orgasm as she watched Les’ fist pump furiously up and down his hard cock in the video as he got close to shooting his load.
“Oh, shit, Elena, I’d drive my hard cock straight into your sopping pussy, and . . . oh, ungh . . . oh, damn, I’m gonna come for you Elena.”
Les’ speech devolved into nothing more than a low guttural moan as he thrust his hips forward hard, his fist still pumping his cock, and he spurted cum onto her picture and the desktop around it.
Coming just as hard at that instant, Janelle’s knees drew up to her chest as she doubled over in her chair with the intensity of her own climax. Quickly recovering in order to see what Les did next in the video, she straightened to watch as Les squeezed out the last droplet of cum onto her picture.
“Oh, yeah, Elena, that felt really good. I hope you like my tribute.”
A few seconds later the video ended.
Janelle flopped back in her chair and breathed deeply, coming back down from the high of seeing a naked guy masturbate just for her while he talked about how hot her body was and how much he wanted to lick her pussy and plunge his hard cock into it.
It was just as exciting and satisfying as she imagined.
And it was safe, anonymous, and easy. “Les” would never know who she was, even if he walked right by her on the street, which in itself was a billion-to-one longshot. “Les” would never hear from her again after the short email she would send him:
“Thanks for sending the video. It was fun watching it, and I hope you enjoyed yourself. Goodbye.”
* * *
Just as the woman who posted her explanation about tributes had said, Les emailed a few more times. Janelle never answered, and after a couple of weeks the emails stopped.
I wonder how many other tributes Les is doing, wondered Janelle.
And next on the list was “Vince.”
God, what a turn-off! Janelle was so glad that Vince’s had NOT been the first tribute she received; she might not have solicited any others after the debacle that was “Vince.”
He was not just chubby. He was absolutely fat. His dick was tiny, and in spite of his fairly well composed solicitation email, he sounded like a street thug as he stroked himself in the video.
Janelle deleted Vince’s video and didn’t bother to answer him.
Next was Trayvone, a black guy. This was very interesting, very arousing. Contrary to what Janelle knew was urban legend anyway, he had a nice, but normal-sized cock. Guessing ages based only on a naked male torso and erect penis was always going to be chancy, but she would have said maybe 40 based on his voice.
Was he divorced? Married and “cheating” on his wife like this? Just lonely and never been married?
Ah, there’s part of the beauty of a tribute, Janelle realized.
I get to create the storyline about these guys who strip and masturbate for me.
Given that Trayvone was in pretty decent shape for a 40-year-old guy, Janelle decided he had been divorced for a couple of years and had been working the dating scene both online and face-to-face since his divorce. Also, he would have been hitting the gym to up his attractiveness to eligible women; hence, his decent body. Further, it was perfect, Janelle decided, that he was sexually frustrated to the point of volunteering his services as tribute-maker to ladies who might be interested.
Nice guy. Decently in shape. Fine cock. Desperate to see her naked body and masturbate for her.
What a great fantasy, Janelle realized, smiling to herself and pleased with the storyline she had just created for the guy who was going to masturbate for her right now. She hit the play button to take Trayvone’s video off of pause where she’d set it after her realization about how to enhance her enjoyment of this tribute.
And Trayvone did not disappoint. His voice was really sexy, as were his moans. He spoke about her body in almost reverent terms, never crass but not hesitant to say exactly what he enjoyed seeing and exactly what he’d enjoy doing with her body.
But, shit! Trayvone came buckets into the towel folded next to her picture as it lay on his desktop. Janelle had never seen a man spurt such a load.
And it took a while, which was incredibly sexy because Trayvone was not shy with his sounds of intense pleasure as he came.
That really turned Janelle on. Her fascination with the storyline she’d made up, the sexy body stripped naked for her, the nice erection pulsing through that cocoa-cream complexion — all of it made her really wet but at the same time kept her focus on the screen so intently that she didn’t masturbate while she watched Trayvone’s video.
She came violently as she stroked her clit on the replay.
Her email replay to Trayvone was not quite so bluntly brief as had been her reply to Les:
“Hi Trayvone. Thanks for your lovely video. I truly enjoyed it. I know I’ll replay it many times. Hope you have a lady to do this for in person. Goodbye.”
That left Craig, the fourth of her initial tribute volunteers from the web site.
Janelle emailed him as she had the others with a simple invitation in the email to which she attached her picture:
“Hello Craig — I saw your posting a while back indicating you’d be willing to send a tribute video to ladies who submitted pictures. I look forward to watching you. Elena.”
It took Craig a week to reply, but that was okay for Janelle. She had a couple of hot videos to fantasize over in the meantime.
(And was it a coincidence that in the past couple of weeks there had been three different guys who seemed to hitting on her? Am I putting out some kind of different vibe since accepting the fact that guys eagerly stroke their cocks when they think about me? Janelle wondered.)
Craig’s email arrived on a Saturday afternoon:
“Hello Elena,” it began. “I am so sorry to take so long to reply to your invitation. I’ve been really conflicted since I posted that message on that site, and I took it down after only a few minutes. You must have seen it during the brief time it was up. I decided upon getting your email that I’m not really cut out for this, but I’ve been going back and forth all week long about it, realizing that you had the courage to take the beautiful picture that you sent. Finally, I decided that it wouldn’t be fair for me not to hold up my end of the bargain, and in spite of all my incredible nervousness, I made the attached video.”
Intriguing and sweet, thought Janelle. A guy who’s admitting to being nervous about stripping naked and stroking his cock in a video for a woman he’s never met.
The honesty was refreshing, the tone in the email endearing.
“I hope it doesn’t disappoint you. I mean, maybe you’ve gotten other videos and I’m not really all that exciting or something compared to them. Anyway, thank you for responding to that post I put up. I learned a lot about myself in this process. Craig.”
Now Janelle was really curious. She launched the video, eager to see how shy Craig really was.
The setting was lit very well, far better than any of the other videos, and it looked like Craig lived pretty comfortably, at least based on what was clearly a high-quality granite countertop in an obviously spacious bathroom. (The tiling looked a lot like imported Italian marble, Janelle observed.) One very exciting feature of Craig’s video was that his bathroom had a double vanity laid out in such a way that, based on how he had set up the camera, it was recording him from the front and the mirror over the other basin reflected his firm backside.
Janelle would get to watch Craig stroke his cock for her and see his cute, naked butt at the same time.
Are you teasing me, Craig? she wondered, as the video began.
With the realization a week earlier that she could intensify her pleasure by assigning whatever background she wanted to the guys in the videos, Janelle immediately fell into storyline mode as Craig began talking:
“You are really an attractive woman, Elena,” he began. “Your body is so alluring and so very sexy.”
Craig is well educated. He uses words like, “alluring,” and not just “hot” or “smokin'” or something else from the common parlance.
“Your profile is dazzling. I could just gaze at your perfect breasts all day long.”
Craig is a classy gentlemen, Janelle decided as she built the storyline for this fantasy tribute. He’s desperately lonely, hasn’t been with a woman for years because his job is so demanding, and out of sheer frustration he recklessly posted his message against his better judgment.
Her storyline certainly seemed to fit Craig’s sweet email. Even his nervousness seemed corroborated in the video — his hands remained at his sides to this point in his tribute, sometimes twitching, occasionally starting to rise or move in some way but then dropped immediately back beside his thighs.
“Would you enjoy me fondling your beautiful breasts as I whispered into your ear how very sexy you are, how much you turn me on?”
Why have you not found a lady to do this with, Craig? It sounds absolutely delectable!
“I hope you’d like that, Elena, because while I was cradling your pretty breasts, cupping and stroking them, and whispering in your ear, my cock would be getting hard, just as it is now.”
Janelle could see that Craig was speaking the truth. His well manicured hands still hung by his side (no wedding band, something Janelle noted simply because it was a natural reaction), but his penis had begun to lengthen and harden.
“I would begin to gently squeeze and tug on your gorgeous nipples, Elena, and I’d follow the cues your body gave to me for exactly how much pressure, how much of a pinch you need for maximum arousal and pleasure.”
Craig reached for a bottle of lotion as he continued his narrative.
“I know your hair would smell wonderful, and I would love nuzzling into your neck as I continued stimulating your breasts, building your lust for the next thing I would do,” he said as he spread a light sheen of the lotion up, down, and around his pretty cock, now quickly hardening in response to the story he was telling and the picture of “Elena’s” naked body in front of him.
Craig knows how to stoke a woman’s sexual desire, thought Janelle, squirming already, even though this tribute had only been running a very short time.
“I’d trail my lips down your neck to your collarbone, Elena, and I’d drag the tip of my tongue very lightly up to your jawline, where I’d linger for a moment, breathing in your scent, and then I’d say very softly that you were driving me crazy, that I had to have you, had to taste every inch of your luscious body.”
At that point, Janelle abandoned her storyline.
Craig didn’t need it. He was playing his role perfectly without any additional help.
Keep going, Craig — you are getting me really, really wet, Janelle thought as she unbelted her robe and spread her legs in order to snake her hand down the front of her panties to find her extended and hardened clit already throbbing and begging for attention.
Craig had begun stroking his handsome cock, but it was clear that he was deliberately doing it slowly, purposefully teasing himself as much as he was teasing “Elena.”
“Getting a throaty ‘yes’ from you in reply, Elena, I’d tug once more on one of your nipples, trying to cause such delicious sensations in you that you’d immediately want my tongue inside you as desperately as I want to put it there.”
His abs rippled just a bit with that last comment as the intensity of his lust caused his voice to shake slightly. Janelle realized that this handsome man must work hard at keeping himself in shape.
Craig, baby, why do you not have a woman in your life! Are work and exercise the only things you do?
“But first, sweet Elena, I’d lift you onto the bed and lay you face down comfortably so I could kiss the back of your neck, flipping your hair up to get access to the soft, sensitive skin there. Then I’d trace a trail down your spine with the very tip of my tongue, ending with a teasing flick right at the top of your fantastic ass.”
Oh, my god and for all that is sweet in this entire fucking universe! thought Janelle, now completely into the fantasy that Craig was spinning as he stroked his sturdy erection for her in the video. Don’t ever stop with this fantastic tale as I watch you masturbate while you look at my picture and tell me about what you’d like to do to me!
“Have you ever had a lover plant soft kisses across the cheeks of your ass, Elena? That’s what I’d do next. I’d lightly graze my lips across the skin of your shapely ass cheeks, kissing softly here and there as I leaned over you, paying attention to each square inch of your pretty, alluring naked butt.”
Craig was stroking his cock a bit faster now, but he was still obviously extending his masturbation session as he enjoyed spinning out his erotic story.
Janelle’s fingers were busy around her clit, her wrist levering out the front of her panties to allow better access.
Light kisses on my ass — oh, Craig, baby, yes. Do that to me!
“Then, Elena, I would be crazy with lust to taste you. It would not be possible to delay this any longer, and I would urge you onto your back so I could position you with your pretty bottom at the edge of the bed. I’d drop to my knees there, drape your legs over my shoulders, and I would finally bury my face in your crotch, eager to taste your sweet juices, horny beyond belief for the feel of your pussy on my lips.”
The incredibly sexy story Craig was telling as he stroked his cock for Janelle was maybe the most arousing thing she had ever heard, read, seen, done, or even fantasized.
Damn, Craig! she thought. Do you moonlight as an author who writes erotic romance?
His tale, the sight of him playing with his cock in advance of spurting his cum while looking at her picture, his sexy voice as he explained in glorious, arousing detail exactly what he wanted to do to her — it all demanded complete, focused, masturbatory attention. Janelle drew her hand from her panties, fumbled in haste to hit the pause button, then threw off her robe, shucked her panties, and raced to the bathroom for a towel to spread across the chair in front of her computer.
She was already dripping from the effect this luscious man’s storytelling was having on her, and she knew she was going to soak herself before and during a mind-blowing climax that was now inevitable as she surrendered completely to Craig’s exciting video.
Hurriedly arranging things so she was perfectly positioned at her computer to watch the rest of the video with her legs spread comfortably, her right hand went immediately to her pussy, teasing the length of her opening to draw some of the wetness there up to her clit. Then Janelle clicked the play icon and leaned back into the chair.
I want to see you come, Craig, so bad that you can’t even imagine it, she thought, but keep going with this fantasy before you do that!
“With the fingers of both hands, I’d separate the lips of your pussy just so I could see how pretty it is, how wet it is with your arousal. That would excite me even more, and I’d dip my tongue into that sweet wetness, forcing it as far as it would go inside you.”
Craig, I am gonna come on your face!
“As exciting as it would be for me to run my tongue all over and into your pussy, I’d be eager to make you feel the intense pleasure of what I desperately want to do next. I want your clit between my lips, Elena, and I’ll not deny myself that pleasure for even one more second!”
His voice was starting to quaver, and Janelle knew Craig had teased himself to the point of imminent orgasm.
It’s okay, baby, I’m right here with you! Keep up your story just a little bit longer. Let me watch you stroke that beautiful cock just a little bit more, and please, for the sake of all that is right in the world, suck my clit!
Janelle’s fingers were sliding across her extended nub as she found that certain spot which dependably and inevitably always produced a satisfying orgasm. This time, though, it would be more than simply satisfying.
Watching Craig masturbate for her, hearing him tell his sexy, arousing, incredibly erotic story with her as the female lead (even as “Elena”) was going to drive Janelle into a quaking orgasm that would be completely draining.
Come on, Craig. I’m dying to see you shoot your load for me. Show me, baby, let me hear you moan and groan as I watch you shake through your orgasm!
The head of his penis had taken on a darker hue, and Janelle wished she were there to take it into her mouth, run her tongue over it and then underneath to the sensitive bundle of nerves she knew would be waiting for her oral caress. As she began the buildup to her climax by starting to lightly pinch her fingers together on either side of her clit — an action that, coupled with a slight back-and-forth movement never failed to trigger off an orgasm — Janelle watched Craig fist his cock for her, his tight butt clearly visible in the mirror, now thrusting back and forth in small movements as the instinctive part of his brain started to overtake other points of focus.
God! That is sexy! she thought, almost vocalizing the thought in her excitement about the erotic visual.
“Your clit would be hard and extended for me, Elena, so easy to locate with my lips. I’d tongue your hard nub and sensuously lick up both sides before I sealed my mouth around your throbbing clit and began using my tongue to rhythmically press against it, always trying to take you higher and higher in your excitement.”
Oh, god, I am gonna have one giant orgasm, was the thought that made it into Janelle’s mind somehow, now so close and so turned on by seeing this sexy, naked man masturbating for her while he told his incredible story that she was rapidly approaching the point where only pure sensation would take over, all conscious thought impossible.
Craig stopped stroking his dick at that moment in the video, obviously to calm himself down for a few seconds before continuing, and Janelle gasped at the erotic sight of his erection, stiff and pulsing with desire. It was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.
Then she noticed the reflection of his taut glutes contracting and relaxing as he calmed down, and she had to add that sight to her list of beautiful, sexy images that she would never forget.
Oh, shit, Craig! That gorgeous hard cock is all for me, all erect and throbbing just because of the effect my body has on you — damn! Show me that you can’t control the climax you’re going to have, baby, show me that I’m driving you straight over the edge!
Gulping in a breath and expanding his ribcage, Janelle noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Craig’s chest. The he squeezed a bit more lotion into his palm and continued masturbating for her, picking up his narrative in a labored yet sexy voice:
“You’d be pushing your hips up into my face, Elena, eager to have the climax I want to give you. I love the sexy moans you’re making as I continue using my tongue to press against your clit.”
I’m gonna come, Craig, I’m gonna come!
“Oh, god, Elena, I can’t take it any more! I know my hand would be on my cock by now, stroking myself in excitement as I tongued your hard clit. Just like this. Just like this!”
Janelle’s near-blackout was milliseconds away. The last sight she witnessed on the monitor in front of her before her massive orgasm hit was Craig’s gorgeous cock spurting thick ropes of white cum straight up before landing on the granite countertop next to her picture . . ..
* * *
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and Janelle jerked through an immediate aftershock, her eyes tightly clamped shut as she savored coming down from the high of seeing this unbelievable tribute.
The video was still running. Craig’s throaty gasps were just fading as his own orgasm ebbed away. Both his hands were on the countertop in front of him as he leaned slightly forward to steady himself.
But not enough to see any of your face, Craig! Lean forward a little more! A little more!
But it was not to be. He straightened, cleared his throat, and with his cock now beginning a gradual descent, he concluded his tribute with a comment that endeared him even more to Janelle:
“So you see, Elena, this may not be a great tribute. I didn’t even make it through long enough to describe the part about slipping inside you to have you take your greatest pleasure possible with this cock of mine.”
He pointed briefly in the video to his post-tumescent penis, still beautiful in Janelle’s eyes.
“But describing the kind of oral sex I would adore providing to your beautiful body, and masturbating while I was doing it, well . . . uh, I apologize that it was just too much for me to hold out.”
Don’t apologize! Don’t apologize!
Janelle was exhausted from her intense climax but wanted Craig’s video to continue.
What a fascinating, erotic, sexy-hot man! And even without seeing his face!
“So, thank you, Elena, for sending your picture in response to my posting on that site. Yours is the only one I received, probably because my invitation was online for such a short time, thankfully.”
His hands were reaching toward the camera. The reflection of his butt was so entrancing in the mirror behind him.
No! No! Don’t turn it off!
“And thank you, Elena, for this mind-blowing orgasm I just had.”
The monitor went blank.
* * *
It had been three hours since Janelle experienced the intense orgasm triggered by Craig’s video. She had basked in the afterglow for a half-hour, so drained and satisfied that doing anything beyond wrapping herself in her robe and curling up on her couch was not going to happen.
That period transitioned into a butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling as Janelle began thinking.
This guy clearly doesn’t do this on a regular basis. He’s not some online pervert, she rationalized. Was my original storyline about him accurate? Is he a nice guy who’s been working too much to socialize? Is he just so incredibly horny due to a prolonged absence of female companionship that he did something he never thought he would do, even with all the safeguards, and then regretted it but went through with it anyway because my timing was incredibly lucky in answering his invitation?
Or is he married, or setting me up, or . . .?
God, what a dilemma!
Janelle wanted desperately to believe her own version of things.
Finally, realizing that she had, indeed, sent brief emails to the other two tribute makers, she had her opening:
Pausing, she drew in a deep breath, called up the video once again, fast-forwarded it to the spot where Craig’s erection was stiff and pulsing with his hands at his side as he calmed himself, revealing his sexy abs while the mirror reflected his delicious butt, and she hit pause, then adjusted things on her desktop to launch a split-screen.
Craig’s arousing image on one side, her email composition on the other.
“Thank you so much for sending your incredible tribute. I, too, do not do things like this as a regular part of my life, but I admit in the name of honesty that I have seen two other tributes that guys have made in response to the picture you also received.
“(How could I not be honest after your admissions in your wonderful video?)
“With the entire intent of ‘tributes’ being their anonymity, their safeguards against either party ever knowing anything about the other except what they see in a picture or a video carefully created to conceal the subject’s identity, I’m hopeful you’ll continue reading and be open to the suggestion I’m about to make.
“There is no possible way, after that amazing video which I shall always treasure even if you choose not to answer this email, that I cannot ask if you’d like me to make a tribute for you.