New Title: Jessie's Fan Page
- Hamlin
- Mar 30
- 12 min read
Strap on your rollerblades and put up your pigtails. It's release day again. I talked a bit about this story a couple of weeks back in the Spring-Summer post. So, here's the rundown!
Jessie is a little naive, a bit of a bimbo, but she's got a positive outlook on life. As a character, she's a lot of fun to write, and this filthy novel is packed with plenty of hardcore dirt that will leave you satisfied. It's got just a touch of tone similar to Holes, for those of you who liked that awful story filled with awful people. However, I can't imagine why you would. Whoever wrote that story needs some Jesus.
While this is not a particularly dark story, you will find plenty of men who are happy to exploit Jessie's desperation and naivety for a few solid pumps in her slick, young holes. That being said, this one is much more of a fun, filthy, and character-focused journey as Jessie discovers the joys of being a teenage fucktoy.
Later this week, I'll also be doing a follow-up post with information on the site's Black Room area, which will contain a wealth of extra Jessie content for those who want to follow her continuing stories. Jessie has been imagined from the ground up to represent the site as a brand, and her story is a multilayered experience that will be running for some time. Her handle in the story has a real-world counterpart. If you'd like to join Jessie on social media, you'll be able to support the site as well as either Jessie or Ellen, as their rivalry continues beyond the page. Content on those channels will start going live when I publish the Black Room on the site.
Black Room members will also get access to unlimited book downloads via a rotating title library, new and unpublished shorts, serial stories, multimedia stories that include audio, images, and videos, and exclusive character content. Look for that later this week! For now, heeeeere's Jessie.
Jessie's on the verge of graduation, though her progress through high school has more to do with her looks than her academic ability. That impending graduation has presented Jessie with a dilemma. What will she do after high school? Most of her peers are going to college, but Jessie isn't sure that's for her. High school was hard enough. How's a silly little bimbo going to get through college?
Principal Blackwood's office is a place Jessie is very familiar with. This is mostly because of her perpetual failure to follow the dress code. While spending yet another English class with the principal, Jessie is finally forced to confront her future. Do colleges offer classes in being cute?
Mr. Blackwood has to explain to Jessie that colleges do not offer such a class. However, some girls do get to act cute by being models. This proposal leads Jessie into discussing the matter with her father, opening up the fascinating possibility of becoming an internet model. Lots of girls do that, and many of them even run their own private modeling page. A fan page.
There are a few issues, though. The first is that Jessie has no idea how to be a fan page girl or what they do. She does, however, have a very perverted father and a helpful older brother who are willing to shepherd her through these challenges. With the aid of many other seasoned and knowledgable men in her life, Jessie and her warm teenage holes are about to get the proper education a fan page girl needs.
The second problem is Ellen, the school bully. Ellen's had it out for Jessie since middle school. When the mean redhead hears about Jessie's plans, their senior year showdown begins. Ellen's already got a following on social media and a family of filthy dominatrixes to back her up. Now it's a race for followers and subscribers, with the loser submitting to the winner in a humiliating display of cunt-licking shame.
How can Jessie hope to achieve victory when Ellen has so many advantages? It's up to a bimbo and a pissed off army of vengeful nerds, who have suffered too long at the hands of a bully, to make Jessie an internet sensation.
Length: 57.3K words, 20 chapters
Chapter Headings:
1.Little Bimbo
2.Not All Girls Go to College
3.Daddy's Videos
5.Cum for Daddy
6.Prep
7.The Basics
8.Losers
10.Natural Slut
11.The Volunteer
12.Back Door Stream
13.#fanpageteen
14.Revenge of the Nerds
15.High Gear
16.Daddy's Special Hole
17.Slut
18.Butt Stuff
19.The Big Game
Preview
Chapter Seven: The Basics
Jessie knelt in front of her father, just like the girl in the video. Just like Penny. One camera sat on the tripod, trained on her face. Daddy held her phone in his hand as he stood over her. She was topless, wearing only her pink panties and heels.
"The most basic thing you need to learn is a blowjob," Owen said. "And all the terminology that goes with it."
Jessie looked at the substantial bulge in her father's tight briefs. It seemed so big, this close to it.
"I want you to pull them down and look up at me the whole time. Eye contact is important. The men want to see your pretty eyes looking at them. They want to see how much you love cock, and your eyes will tell them."
Jessie put her hands on the waistband and slowly tugged it down until Daddy's hard cock flopped out and smacked her in the face. She flinched, even as she moaned. Just the feel of that warm, thick slab of meat striking her lips sent a jolt down her body. There was a strength to it, just like the strength Daddy had.
"Daddy's going to call you names," Owen said. "You want to own them. All the filthy names are part of you, they're what you are. Everything you do is a show now, honey. You're an entertainer, giving your fans what they want."
Jessie nodded, her eyes lingering on his cock before she remembered to look up.
"Put your hand around Daddy's cock."
Jessie put her fingers around its girth, feeling the heat and weight of it as she looked into the camera.
"It's so warm," she said.
Owen pushed the head of it against her lips, and Jessie opened her mouth, just like she'd watched the girl in the video do, just like Penny. Daddy fed her the head of his cock and Jessie sealed her lips around it. That was the way the girl in the video did it, and her Daddy had loved it. Owen groaned pleasurably and said, "Good girl."
The words spiked a sense of accomplishment and pleasure in Jessie's brain, as Daddy rested his hand on her head and pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Jessie whimpered, her puss hot and wetting her panties. She could feel the sticky crotch between her slick lips, soaking up her honey.
"Let Daddy slide his cock along your tongue," Owen said, and Jessie flattened her tongue.
The fat length of his cock slid deeper, and soon it was at the back of her throat. Her eyes narrowed with the effort, but she was good and kept looking up. Daddy's hand on her head pushed harder, forcing his cock into her throat.
Jessie's breath wheezed out her nose as she felt her eyes water, but she didn't look away. She was going to be better than Ellen. Daddy groaned, pushing his whole cock into her. Jessie's tummy lurched slightly as his fat head went down her throat, but something instinctive told her to keep breathing, and it worked.
"Christ," Owen muttered.
Tears slowly slid down Jessie's cheeks as she looked into the camera, while her father held his cock in her throat.
"That's so good, honey," he whispered. "That's Daddy's little throat slut."
Jessie's body shuddered at the words. They were filthy. Just the sound of them made her stomach fill with butterflies. Daddy slowly pulled his cock back out of her throat, along her tongue. When the ridge of his crown touched her lips, Jessie felt a moment of panic. She sealed her lips tighter and whined. Was he going to take it out? Were they done already?
She stared into the camera and slid her lips back down Daddy's shaft, devouring his length again. He couldn't take it out. Not now. It felt so good.
"You like Daddy's cock?" Owen asked.
Jessie did like it. She nodded, her pigtails shaking, and even without his guiding hand, she pushed him back into her throat. The feel of his girth sliding down her was like pinpricks of pleasure sparking all over her brain. Daddy's mouth hung open with his own pleasure and a look of disbelief.
"That's so good, honey," he whispered. "Are you Daddy's cocksucker?"
Daddy's cocksucker. Jessie couldn't help herself. She put her hand into her panties and played with her puss. Those two simple words had her on fire. They were powerful and possessive, giving her a feeling of belonging.
Before long, Daddy's hand wasn't even on her head anymore. Her lips glided up and down his wet shaft hungrily, her tongue working as if by magic. Daddy looked incredulous, as if he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.
There were few things in life Jessie had done well. She was not a good student, nor was she especially adept at making friends. She was not an athlete and couldn't cook, despite her mother's many attempts to teach her. None of those things had ever felt right.
Kneeling in front of Daddy, though, and looking up at his face, seeing the pleasure he was experiencing, felt right. There was a powerful aura of appreciation, love, and desire emanating off of him like a wave. His powerful cock twitched and jerked in her mouth, while his chest rose and fell. His hand trembled as it held the camera.
Jessie took his length again and again, pushing her own face down on it and touching her nose to his belly. When she did, she held it there, eyes tearing up as drool pooled in her mouth, only to seep through her sealed lips and run hot down her chin. Her fingers worked at her puss, slipping through the wet folds as whimpers of desperation and pleasure squeaked out around Daddy's cock.
"Fuck…" Owen whispered. "Fucking Christ you cute little slut. Suck Daddy's cock."
Those words broke something inside of her, and Jessie lost her eye contact. Her eyes shut as she humped her fingers and came. Little slut. Cute little slut. She was a cute little slut, and that too was right.
Daddy dropped the phone on the couch and gripped her pigtails as she orgasmed on her fingers. The strong grip only made the pleasure more intense. He held them, just like the girl in the video, and hot strings of drool washed down Jessie's chin, dripping on her tits as Daddy pulled her mouth back down his shaft.
His grip on her hair was simultaneously painful and pleasurable, holding her in place as Daddy growled like an animal. Jessie's throat worked, gulping and massaging her father's cock as his legs shook. With a final cry, he pulled it free. Jessie sucked in a deep breath, her eyes opening just in time to close again as Daddy's cock spewed a hot stream of goo across her tongue.
The feeling of it was electric, eliciting a long moan from her mouth as another warm shot of cum coated her face. Another spattered one closed eye, while yet another dripped onto her chin. With her mouth still open and Daddy's spunk on her tongue, he suddenly pushed his cock right back into her mouth.
"Aw, fuck!" he cried.
Jessie sealed her lips again whimpering as she began to suck once more. Daddy, however, couldn't take it. In only a few strokes he pulled his cock free and sat heavily on the couch, picking up the phone and aiming it at her face. She pushed a glob of goo out of her eye and opened it.
"Put that in your mouth," Daddy ordered.
Jessie stuck the finger into her mouth, and then repeated the process, scooping more goo from her face and sucking it off her fingers.
"Holy shit," Owen whispered. "Honey, you're a… a natural born cocksucker."
Like a switch flipping off, Jessie blinked and looked at her wet fingers, her spit-soaked tits, and up at her father. What had just happened? Had she really just gone all hot in the puss and desperate for Daddy's cock? She had. And it had felt good.
"Oh, wow," she said. "Oh, my God! Can we do it some more?"
Owen patted her head. "Of course. You'll be doing it a lot, honey. And not just for Daddy."
Not just for Daddy. A flood of images barreled through her little blonde head like a slideshow. She could do it for more men, sexy older men, just like Penny.
***
That night, Jessie scrolled through Penny's feed, enrapt. Penny wasn't just a naughty girl. She was filthy. It wasn't a dirty sort of filthy, though. It was cute, and it was sexy.
Everyone loved Penny. She had all the things Jessie didn't have, like friends, money, and experiences. Anything Penny wanted, she could have, and all she had to do was be cute, be sexy, and have fun with guys that liked her a lot.
Penny went hiking in the woods and made little vlogs about it. She went to the beach, snuck off with hot guys, and took videos and pictures of herself with their cocks in her mouth. She rode in limos, bouncing on men's laps with their cocks buried in her puss, looking adorable, flushed, sweaty, and sexy. When Penny wanted new outfits or a glittery case for her phone, she got in her own car and drove places to buy them.
While Jessie was not what one would call a studier, tonight she did study. She went from Penny's fan page feed to her TikThot feed, her InstaPic feed, and her YouStream channel. Everything was consistently cute.
On public social media, she was hot, making videos of herself trying on sexy clothes or just letting people watch her life as she did normal things. In the comments, most people were nice. They called her cute, hot, incredible, fun. Some people called her names, too, but that was normal. Jessie knew there were always going to be people who called you names. It was mean, but that was just how things were.
When she flipped back to her own TikThot page, it was empty. Zero followers. No likes. She'd had it for over a year and never posted a photo or a video clip. It wasn't that she hadn't been tempted to. It was just that, well, people were mean. Why get called names online, when you already got called names in real life?
That had to change. She couldn't be a fan page girl without posting stuff on social media. Then, she looked up Ellen's profile. Her feed had dozens of pictures and some short videos. Most of them were of her working out in tight shorts and tank tops. Her big, perfect boobs were always showing over the neckline, and that gross red hair was vibrant and draping seductively.
Ellen's most recent post was from today, taken next to her even stupider black convertible. She wore the same pink top she'd been wearing at school, with her huge stupid tits mashed together like a couple of fat balloons. Pasted on her face was that mean smirk that said she was better than everyone else.
The caption of the photo read, "Got a big surprise coming up! Hit follow!"
Jessie's blood boiled. She knew what the huge surprise was. It was her fan page, and Ellen already had a head start. 2,113 followers. The post had 250 likes, and all the comments were gushing. People said Ellen was pretty, she was hot, she was cute! Ugh!
Jessie threw back the covers and went to her mirror. She'd taken down her pigtails for bed, and her long blonde hair was loose about her shoulders. A few strands hung in her face. Her white cotton pajama set was adorable, midriff-baring, with a pair of tight little shorts that hugged her bottom.
She turned on the selfie cam and stood in front of the mirror, her bottom showing in the glass. It took a moment to get the right angle, but when she did, she snapped the photo. It was perfect! Switching to video, she made a little pouty face at the camera, moved it around to get a bit of booty in the shot, and then watched it three times.
Back under the covers, she didn't know what to write. A minute passed before she decided. She'd just be her. She'd treat it like her diary.
Hey, loves! It's your girl, Jessie. Just saying good night to everyone out there. Hope you had an awesome day, and no one was mean to you or called you names. If they did, just forget them. There's lots of people who are mean, and even more who aren't. I think you're the best and we should be friends online. Follow me and I'll follow you so we can pump each other up. Night.
It wasn't like Ellen's captions. Ellen always talked about herself or put people down. She took pictures of people wearing stuff she didn't like and called them gross or stupid. It was typical Ellen behavior, making herself feel good by making other people feel bad. Sure, she got some followers, but they were people like her. Mean. Jessie wasn't going to do that.
She hit the post button on the video, added the photo to her story, and set the phone aside for bed.
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