The Raceplay Solution

Book 2 of the Solutions series

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter One

 

"Transaction approved. Would you like to run the 'lonely librarian' personality now?" Brenda asked robotically as her golden eyes opened.

Once again she was covered head to toe in silver body paint, and nothing else, playing the role of a Good Girl Industries model zero-one pleasure unit for this video.

"Run it." I said, wearing my fake beard and wig to help hide my identity.

Her voice changed to one that was quiet and wistful, "Welcome to the city library, how can I help you today?"

I smiled at her, "I... uh... need a book. One on..." I paused and then whispered, "sex..."

She smirked a little, but said, "No need to be embarrassed young man, it's a good thing that you are asking for help. Let me show you to the 'sexuality' books."

She walked over to the bookcase as the new motorized tripod swiveled to follow her, "We have a few books on the subject, including the Kama Sutra."

Bending at the waist to give me a good view of her ass, she pulled out the book in question before offering it to me.

"This is great!" I declared, "Now I just need a doll to practice with." I changed my look to one of shame, "I should not have said that..."

Brenda smiled, "Why use a doll? As a librarian it is my duty to help expand your knowledge, you can practice with me..."

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course." She said as she stepped up to me. "What position looks good to you?"

I pretended to look through the pages before announcing, "How about 'ninth posture'?"

"An excellent choice," she agreed, "Here let me help you get ready..."

She began to undress me and when I was down to just my socks and sneakers she moved to a nearby coffee table, stepping lightly on a switch that was out of frame on the floor, switching on the second camera. Then she got down on all fours upon the table, "In your own time young man, lets get you educated."

Pressing I walked up behind her, put my hands on her painted hips and slid my cock into her waiting pussy.

"Oh..." she moaned, "You're well equipped for this lesson."

"So are you." I told her as I began ramming my dick in and out of her in a steady rhythm. "You're nice and tight, has it been a while for you?"

"You... have... no... idea...!" she panted between my thrusts.

I kept pumping until I was close to climaxing and then pulled out. "POV time."

Brenda grinned up at me, "Right. Let me get back into position while you get dressed."

I pulled my clothes back on, calming myself so my boner would abate and then strapped on the head camera and adjusted the positions of the two high end cameras. We returned to the point where she went to the bookshelf and re-shot the scene with all three recording devices running, but when we got to the fucking part, I kept going until the end. Pulling out I gushed on Brenda's back until my balls were empty.

When the money shot was over, Brenda stood, "Feel free to come back for more lessons anytime young man."

"I will," I said, "and next time I'll bring a gag for you. You're too loud for the library."

"Lonely Librarian subroutine complete. Would you like to select a new erotic subroutine?" Brenda monotoned. "Warning, this unit's battery is at fifteen percent."

"Not right now, you should go recharge." I said.

Brenda nodded and walked stiffly to a corner of the room and took a corded vibrator off a hook on wall, turned it on and slipped it into her honeypot.

"Recharge cycle beginning." she said before she closed her eyes.

"Cut!" I said.

"Do I have to?" she whined. "I like being your robo-slut."

"You just like being told what to do." I said.

"True." she said as she removed the toy, switched it off and then cleaned it.

"Do we need to shoot any more scenes for this one, or should I get cleaned up?" Brenda asked.

"We're good." I told her as I pulled the memory cards from the cameras and began moving them into her bedroom for later.

"I'll be in the shower then master, just so you know." she chirped as she headed toward the bathroom of her small apartment.

We needed to find a bigger place now that I spent most of my spare time here. I was three months into my on-year course on cinematography and was at the top of the class, mainly because of all the experience I got creating content for the 'Naughty Girls' website. It had been the 'Naughty Maggie' site when my step-mom Marcy had run and starred in it, but then I found out she was just using my dad and I blackmailed her by taking control of it and then her. That was how I met Brenda. She was Marcy's girlfriend at the time, appearing on the site as 'Naughty Betty', but I'd blackmailed her as well and gotten to fuck her as part of the deal. Brenda claimed to be a lesbian but it seems something about the way I'd taken her virginity had made her re-think her sexuality. At least where I was concerned. She didn't care much for other guys, but she worshiped me and my dick, submitting to me completely and insisting on calling me 'master'.

Not that I minded. Having a gorgeous twenty-two year old at my beck and call was the best. She pretended to be twenty when we were with my dad, since I was only eighteen.

My dad had stayed home for a full month after Marcy crashed her car and died. I'd split my time between starting classes, helping my father with the funeral, dealing with Marcy's stuff and seeing Brenda. Once my father went back to work and was away from home for ten days or more at a time, Brenda stayed at my house, at least when she wasn't working at the construction firm where she was a secretary.

Dad was home at the moment so we were shooting at her place. Once everything was set up in the bedroom, I went to check on Brenda.

She was in the bathroom blow drying her long dark hair when I opened the door. She was naked, which was normal when we were alone. I took a moment to admire my slave girlfriend. Brenda stood five foot three with breasts like softballs and a firm ass, above which a tramp stamp declared she was a 'Good Girl'. The tattoo had been part of an auction I'd run, selling the rights to choose it and another one that now graced her crotch. The front tattoo read 'Owned' with the numbers '82704-90122' underneath. I'd manipulated the auction a bit so the winning bids were the ones I wanted on my girl. Brenda's eyes were brown now that the golden contacts were soaking in fluid. They sat alongside sets that were white, black, violet and one that had a red and white spiral pattern.

"Hello master!" Brenda shouted over the noise of the dryer.

I just smiled and mouthed the word 'pizza?'.

She nodded and I left her to her hair routine and placed an online order for a large meat-lovers pie, then reviewed the footage and photos from this session while we waited.

Brenda emerged from the bathroom wearing only her leather collar with it's 'good girl' tag, and came to kneel beside me on her couch as I worked, making a few comments now and then.

"Oh that's a good shot." she noted when I got to images of me spraying her back with my cum. "It felt great on my skin."

There was a knock at the door and Brenda slid off the couch and into a long bathrobe to collect the pizza. She set it on the coffee table where I'd recently banged her and then went the small kitchen to grab sodas for each of us.

"Supper is served master." she said as she opened the lid of pizza box, releasing the smell of deliciousness into the room.

We ate for a while as I worked, stopping only when my phone alarm went off.

"Time to get ready." I said as we headed for the bedroom to put on the wrapping, as Brenda called it. She slid into some lacy red lingerie a subscriber had sent her and then covered it with some tan slacks, a blue blouse and a pair of fake glasses. It was the professional to slut look that worked well for her. She'd had to take over the webcasts after Marcy died, which was appropriate since she had set Marcy up to have the accident, giving her a Xanax and suggesting she go to the lesbian bar to cheer up. The hairpin Brenda had lodged in the seat belt latch in Marcy's car had kept her from using the safety device and the pill had kept her from feeling the effects of the booze she had at the bar. The telephone pole my step-mom had hit at high speed did the rest.

I'd been stunned when I figured out Brenda had done it but she'd begged for forgiveness since she did it to protect me. She loved me and knew Marcy would have tried to kill me once she had control of her money and website back so she's set Marcy up to kill herself in a crash.

The police had been fooled and her death was ruled accidental. My dad had collected a life insurance payout but had been devastated at losing her less than half a year into their marriage. He'd actually given me the money leftover after paying for the funeral since he didn't want or need it. I felt guilty as hell but hadn't refused, telling him that I'd put it to good use in my schooling.

Nine o'clock came around and the web show went live from Brenda's staged bedroom. I was in one corner with my laptop, running the camera feeds and monitoring the streaming video as hundreds of horny guys, and a few girls, logged into to see Naughty Betty put on her Friday night show.

The format was pretty simple, as Betty, Brenda would answer some questions that had been emailed in by subscribers as she slowly stripped. The subscribers tipped her to speed things along as she told her fans what her opinions were on this and that or talked about her first kiss, first date, what she looked for in a partner, ect. Once the clothes were gone she'd talk about the shoot and video that would be posted after the show while she masturbated, played with her tits or used toys that she'd been gifted. Subscribers could buy the photo sets for ten bucks and the video for fifty or both for fifty-five.

The subscription rates were a pittance at five bucks a month, we made the real money off the tips, video sales, auctions of her used underwear and custom photos and clips. When I'd locked Marcy out of her website, she was generating about twenty-five grand a month in and media sales, now Brenda and I raked in more than thrice that.

Brenda played with toys and acted like a slut for the viewers and then moved on to the new 'truth or dare' portion of the show. People were allowed to bid on the website and the top bidder got to choose a truth they wanted from 'Betty' or a dare for her to do if she didn't want to answer. There were questions that were forbidden as well as some acts of course. The top bidder tonight was someone with the screen name of 'BuffaloMoe68+1' who asked for the truth on 'What's the deal between you and Naughty Dan?'.

Dan was my stage name on the site because I sure as hell wasn't listing myself as Dylan Benton.

Brenda/Betty looked over to me and after a second, I nodded.

"Naughty Dan is my master!" she squealed. "Trust me, we're not just acting in the shows we make for you." She leaned in to the active camera and showed the subscribers a close up of her collar and tag. "He gave me this and I wear it almost all the time. I love being his good girl slave."

A flurry of questions appeared on the chat screen but Brenda shook a finger, "Ah-ah, that's all you'll get out me about that tonight. I do have one last thing to mention, though. Dan and I are looking for more single Naughty girls to join us making media in southern California. If any of you gals out there are interested you can contact us via the website, be sure to include a photo, the city you live in and any special talents you might bring to the table."