https://www.literotica.com/s/jordans-second-jobs-pt-01 Chapter 1 - Jordans entry-level research job doesnt pay the bills. For all of her 20s, Jordan Petrenko had been a good girl. She studied hard and did her homework. She went to church. She went to bed at a reasonable hour. She wore sensible, conservative clothing. She went to an all-girls Catholic college. It was a stunning contrast to her teenage years, but the strict, disciplinarian methods of the nuns at college had seemingly conditioned her wild ways out of her. 3 When she graduated, she took a job as a biochemical researcher Mass Biotech. It paid well, though not well enough for the expensive area of New England she'd chosen and she realized quickly that she'd overextended herself on the picturesque old cottage she'd rented when the bills started rolling in. Matters were made even worse when her student loan grace period ended. 4 Babysitting and other small jobs failed to consistently cover her living expenses and loans and, in six short months she'd taken far too many cash advances on her credit card. Jordan considered quitting her job and moving back to San Antonio, but the told-you-so look she knew she'd see on her parents' faces made relocating a last resort. 5 She'd lamented her situation to one of the human resources assistants, Carly, and fumed when Carly revealed to her that Jordan was making little over half what the entry-level male researchers were earning. Carly had suggested she file a complaint with the Equal Opportunity Commission, and Jordan seriously considered it...but in the end she wanted the experience on her resume and feared rocking the boat might get her blackballed. 6 Something had to break sooner or later. Jordan's job was demanding, and the babysitting, housesitting, and part-time job as a barista were tiring and failed to make up the difference. That picturesque little cottage had turned into a ball and chain. 7 "I don't know what I'm going to do!" she complained into her ramen. 8 "Less than six months and your scheduled raise will kick in," Carly responded optimistically. "At least the raises are all the same. Everyone gets bumped up by six thousand after their first year. And your merit bonus will hit next month!" 9 "I won't make it that long, but it doesn't matter anyway. My credit card is maxed out. My second jobs are maxed out. The extra money will barely make a dent." 10 "Maybe you could borrow money from your parents?" Carly suggested, but knew the answer. 11 "They won't. They want me to move back to Texas. They'll refuse and tell me I have no choice but to move back." 12 Carly looked around and then leaned in, beckoning to Jordan to do likewise. "Have you thought about...a gentlemen's club?" 13 "What?!" Jordan nearly shouted. 14 "Shhh!" Carly gestured. "You don't want any of these nerds catching wind of what we're talking about." 15 "Seriously? Do I look like...well...like that kind of girl?" 16 "Yes!" Carly grinned. 17 "Oh, my God! What?!" 18 "Look at you!" she continued. "You're what, 5'8"? 5'9"? And you have a 23" or 24" waist? And you're a C cup, if not a D cup! You could easily pull it off. Probably make more than you make here. And in cash!" 19 "I keep all of that covered up under a lab coat and scrubs! And for good reason!" Jordan complained. "I'm not doing it!" I know what will happen, she thought. 20 "Then what about lingerie modeling? I know a guy in Dover who does photography for a few websites. He normally travels to do his shoots, but that's because Massachusetts girls are...well...Massachusetts girls." 21 "No," she quickly responded, but the look on her face betrayed her interest. 22 "It pays well," Carly teased. 23 "No," Jordan said more firmly. "That isn't any better. Instead of a few dozen drunk men seeing me naked, the entire world could see me half naked." ...which is better than the entire world seeing me entirely naked, like high school, she thought, then squeezed her legs together tightly and shuddered. 24 "With your makeup done right, no one would know it was you, especially as frumpy as you dress. And your hair is always up in a bun and you wear glasses, Clark Kent. Even if one of these nerds had a girlfriend, and she was the type who wore lingerie, and he happened to find one of the websites your photos were on, and he happened to find one of your photos, and he looked at your face instead of your boobs, he still would have no idea it was you." 25 "No," Jordan repeated, but conceded in her mind that Carly's points were well made. "How much?" 26 "When I did it, it was a hundred and fifty an hour for the test shoot and three hundred for the real thing. And more for some other things." 27 "Shut up! You did it?" 28 "Is that so hard to believe?" Carly asked, feigning insult. 29 "Not what I meant. Come on! Dish." 30 "Yes, I did it--for about a year before my boyfriend complained. I wish I was still doing it because I really miss the money, but I'm not in the same shape I was then and my boyfriend is still my boyfriend. He's not cool with it." Carly paused before adding, "But you don't have a boyfriend." 31 Jordan plopped a lukewarm blob of ramen noodles in her mouth and chewed silently before asking, "Is your photographer friend sleazy?" 32 "I wouldn't call him sleazy. He's not shy, though." Carly quickly added, "But he never touched me without my permission, and he never gave me a reason to not trust him." 33 Jordan didn't immediately respond. She could feel herself getting wet, and her nipples were tingling. She fought to stifle the memories that were tumbling into her brain. "There's no actual nudity?" she finally asked. 34 "Some of the lingerie is see-through. Some of the shots were panties only, or garters and stockings only, but I think you get to choose which ones you want to do. When my boyfriend started protesting, David agreed to shoot some at creative angles to show, you know, that I wasn't wearing panties but without showing anything. And there were other opportunities. I just did all of them. That's where my boyfriend had problems with it. He was okay with lingerie modeling that didn't show my nipples, but he wasn't okay with...the more artsy stuff." 35 Carly looked away for a moment before her eyes returned to Jordan. Jordan continued thinking and chewing even though the noodles in her mouth were a fine mush. She hadn't noticed. 36 "I made over twenty thousand in less than ten months," Carly whispered, and slightly paused before adding, "...and it could have been way, way more." 37 "What's his phone number?" Jordan whispered back, slurping another noodle, and ignoring the heat her body was shedding. 38 ### 39 "I'm sorry, really I am, but don't have any jobs for them right now. They bought the rights to a new line, but there was a problem with production and it's not shipping for months. I probably won't shoot it until well after Valentine's Day. It's shitty because that's their big sales season, but it happens sometimes." 40 "Carly told me that lingerie shoots paid more but I'm happy taking any gig. Student loans are horrible. Is there anything else?" Jordan asked, almost pleading. 41 "Unfortunately, no. Why don't you e-mail me a link to your portfolio, though, and I'll see if there's anything else I can hire you for?" 42 "I don't have a portfolio." 43 "Oh." 44 "Carly mentioned that you sometimes do paid test shoots." 45 "Sometimes." 46 "Maybe I could do one of those? And that could be my portfolio?" 47 "I don't know. I haven't had a lot of luck with local models. Carly was an exception." 48 "I'm not from here. I'm from Texas. I could text you some photos? Or maybe we could FaceTime?" 49 "Texas, huh? Sure, kid. Why don't you text me some standard shots--headshot, profile, standing--the basics. Wear something that shows me what I have to work with, but it doesn't have to be lingerie. A simple one-piece swimsuit would probably be best. I have to go, but I'll take a look when I have some time. Okay?" 50 Jordan's stomach sank. She hadn't wanted to do this in the first place, but she'd talked it up to herself--a few hours here and there every few weeks for an extra thousand or so a month--she was already thinking about all the free time she'd have not having to work all of her second jobs that paid barely a few hundred a month. "I don't mean to be pushy, but can you look now? I really need the money." 51 "I--sure, kid, but I have another call I have to take, I--" 52 "Can you just hold on for half a minute? I'll send you one right now." 53 "Okay. Thirty seconds." 54 Jordan looked around desperately but had nothing close to a swimsuit other than her plain cotton panties and a standard bra. She hadn't packed to swim...or to impress. Feeling the impact of each second tick away, she bit her lip and hurriedly disrobed, shook her hair out of the bun, turned to the mirror hanging on her closet door, stood tall and straight, threw her shoulders back and pushed her chest out, and took several photos. 55 She quickly selected all before she could change her mind and sent them. She'd never texted nude photos before, but he was a lingerie photographer. He'd probably seen everything there was to see, she convinced herself. "They're on the way." The phone was silent in her ear. She waited for what seemed like an eternity. "Hello?" she quietly ventured. 56 "Yeah, we can do a test shoot. When do you have time?" 57 "How about today?" Jordan asked haltingly, not wanting to sound too eager. 58 "Can you be in Dover by 4pm? I have a four-hour window." 59 "I can." 60 "I'll text you the address. Bring two forms of photo ID. Passport and drivers license, if you have those." 61 ### 62 Jordan stood outside the large, gray-stone colonial and second-guessed herself. It was cold and there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. She hadn't thought to ask if she should bring any wardrobe and, in her haste, had dressed for the weather, throwing on a sweater and jeans to go with the chunky overcoat she normally wore--not exactly the kind of outfit for a modeling portfolio. She hadn't even told Carly she'd agreed to shoot and Jordan didn't know this guy, David Something-or-other. 63 Come to think of it, Jordan didn't really know Carly that well either. 64 A stiff breeze blew her overcoat open and sliced through her jeans. Jordan cursed herself for not putting thermals or leggings on under her jeans, then remembered in her hurry she hadn't even put her panties back on. Then she realized she hadn't put her bra back on either. Texting out nude photos to a stranger, not wearing underwear...what is this guy going to think of me? she wondered and shook her head. 65 While she stood there being annoyed with herself, the front door opened and a man who seemed too young to have such a giant house emerged. "Are you going to stand there all day and freeze? It's fucking cold. Come inside." 66 "S-s-sorry," she shivered. "I wasn't sure I had the right house." 67 "You could have waited in your car with the heater going, if you weren't sure about the address. Standing in the cold is a different kind of uncertainty." 68 I guess that's what Carly meant by 'not shy' she thought as she stood there, brow furrowed. 69 "Are you going to come in or not? Now I'm cold." 70 Without a word, Jordan trudged toward the house. 71 ### 72 David offered her coffee first, then hot tea, and she'd passed on both, telling him she was eager to get started and get back on the road home, since she was still unaccustomed to driving in snowy conditions. He showed her around the downstairs and told her during the tour that his test shoots were typically a few industry-standard portfolio shots against a gray backdrop he'd set up in a room he used as his home studio, and then any number of posed shots around the house if she was willing. 73 "You have to tell me your boundaries. The test shoot is as much about your comfort level as it is about the images. In my mind, there's no separating the two. I typically pay $150/hr for basic clothed test shots and have some simple wardrobe for those shots. If you're interested in going beyond that, I pay different rates depending on what we shoot." 74 "Like what?" she ventured. 75 "I typically pay two hundred an hour for art nudes, three hundred an hour for erotic, and five hundred an hour for erotica, with one-hour minimums." 76 "What does that mean?" 77 "Which part?" he asked. 78 "'One-hour minimums.'" 79 "Whether it's fifteen minutes or an hour, I pay by the hour, but I get the images I want regardless. There's no quitting at the fifteen minute mark with no images I can take to post and expecting to get paid anything other than the basic appearance rate." 80 "How much is that?" Jordan asked timidly. 81 "Fifty dollars," David mumbled, now looking annoyed. 82 "So...I could change my mind if I wanted to? If I ended up not liking the concept, I mean." She shuddered again. 83 "Yes, but it would likely have an effect on whether I believe you when you say in the future you'll agree to certain shoots. It may not be a big deal with a test shoot, but I'm a preferred vendor for a variety of commercial buyers with print deadlines and similar. They won't be understanding. At least they never have been. Anything else?" 84 "What's the difference between 'erotic' and 'erotica?'" Jordan blurted before she could stop herself. 85 "'Erotic' means you open your legs. 'Erotica' means you engage in sexual activity." 86 Jordan said nothing. She'd 'engaged in sexual activity' with her boyfriend and his friends in high school for free while he took pictures. Five hundred dollars for fifteen minutes...she shook her head to clear that thought from it. 87 "There's no guarantee of any of it, understand? Looks are only part of the equation. If you don't know how to pose or don't like what you're doing, you'll look awkward and uncomfortable and there's no point in continuing without instruction. I'm patient, but minimally so." 88 David scanned her face while she contemplated. "And time is a factor today. I asked you in for a test shoot because you are perfectly proportioned for the kind of work I typically do and, judging from the images you sent me, have no problem with nudity. Lingerie work and modeling in general require some comfort with one's own nudity. Have you ever done this before?" 89 "I have some experience," she replied simply. 90 "But no portfolio? That's strange." 91 "I didn't think I'd be doing any modeling again," she lied. Jordan's high school boyfriend had fancied himself a photographer. She was young and stupid and had let him take pictures of her using his phone. At first they were like real modeling photos. He'd bought a cheap DSLR from Target when they were seniors, and it quickly escalated from there. None of the photos were the kind she'd put in her portfolio. The nicest of his friends told her she had a real talent for posing. 92 The rest had... She shuddered, but not in disgust, at the memory and bit her lip in mild embarrassment. 93 "Oh," David said simply. Jordan felt like he was probing her with his intense stare. "Like I said, time is a bit of an issue," he finally continued, "but we might as well do a quick run-through of portfolio shots--headshot relaxed, headshot smiling, headshot profile, full body, swimsuit, and then something fashion and something commercial. We can do all of those in my studio, but the commercial one. We can do that one in the kitchen." 94 Jordan was silent, still thinking about all of the options David had presented her with. 95 "Can you do your own makeup?" David prompted. "I have a kit in the studio dressing room. Nothing over the top, just clean base, lips dark enough to stand out but not grossly so, basic mascara and eyeliner. How much time do you need?" 96 "Thirty minutes," she blurted out, trying to absorb everything he was saying. She'd learned how to do makeup for her high school boyfriend's shoots, and, for a while, she'd done exactly what David was describing...until her boyfriend had wanted sluttier and sluttier looks. Sticky, bright red lipstick had been his favorite. He'd liked seeing that first perfect red ring on his cock and had liked smearing it all over her face before he came on her...or in her, which started her escalating journey to an all-girls Catholic college. 97 Jordan shuddered again and tried to push the memories from her mind. 98 "It'll get a bit warmer under the studio lights, but not very warm," he assured her. "I'll set up the lights while you do makeup. There's some wardrobe in there, too. When you're ready I'll help you make selections, but it won't matter for your headshot. Just pick any top that doesn't hide your neck." 99 "What if nothing fits?" she blurted and suddenly felt foolish. It sounded like a poorly-written line from some porno. 100 He looked her up and down, again evaluating her. "If something doesn't fit, we'll use backdrop clips to cinch it up in the back if it's too large or we'll leave it unzipped and use tape if it won't stay in place, so don't worry about it. It happens all the time, especially on impromptu shoots." 101 ### 102 Half an hour later David knocked on the door. He handed her an iPad with a modeling release and a Form 2257. "The 2257 is standard now, regardless of the type of shoot. Everyone's trying their damnedest not to run afoul of Federal regulations and--is that the top you decided on or is that what you had under your sweater?" 103 Jordan looked down at the simple top, the iPad suspended in the air, and then back up at David's frowning face. "What's wrong with it?" 104 "I told you 'pick something that shows your neck.' Find a t-shirt or just wear your bra." 105 "I don't have a bra, and there's no t-shirt in here." 106 He didn't respond for a moment, then turned and left the small dressing room. A few minutes later he returned with a black v-neck t-shirt. "It's going to be too big, but that's a good thing. It won't hide your neck. Are you ready?" 107 "Yep." 108 They started just as David had said, with headshots, and he paused every few minutes to adjust lights and show her the result. After fifteen minutes or so, he called for a wardrobe change. "Wear the jeans you brought earlier. They're form-fitting enough. You can use this t-shirt and we'll clip the back of it, or look for something closer to your size on the rack." 109 A few minutes later Jordan returned in her jeans with the same top she'd chosen earlier. "Not that top," David chided. "The collar is too tall. It makes your neck look short. Or, you know what, maybe unbutton the top two and--" He stepped forward, unbuttoned the top two buttons and pulled the sleeves off her shoulders. "That's better." He grabbed a clip from a nearby cardboard box and turned her around. Jordan felt the material tighten across her chest. He turned her back around. "That's more like it." 110 They shot for another fifteen minutes or so, with David again pausing every few minutes to adjust the lighting and show her the photos he'd taken. "Swimsuit time." 111 Jordan disappeared into the dressing room and rummaged around. "There aren't any," she called out, then emerged from the dressing room, shrugging. 112 "Hold on," David replied and left the studio. He returned momentarily and tossed a small piece of black cloth to her. 113 Jordan hesitated for a second, then disappeared into the dressing room. "What do you think so far?" 114 "I'm not gonna lie. You're a natural. I don't think there's a single unusable image. We'll just have to choose the best ones. Sometimes it's harder to pick the best out of a bunch of good ones. You said you modeled before? Anything I would have seen?" 115 "I doubt it," she called back, before adding, "...but maybe. It was art imagery, not fashion or commercial." 116 "Oh? Like what?" 117 "Some nudes. Some uncommon poses," Jordan replied, trying to sound casual. "Some other stuff." 118 "We'll finish the swimsuit portion in about ten minutes or so, depending on the lighting. You want to do some nudes? Like Playboy-style poses?" 119 There was no hesitation or doubt in his voice, and it put her at ease. "Sure," she responded, as she exited the dressing room. "It's a little small, but I don't think it's obscene." She took a couple of steps forward, stopped, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, then turned and walked back toward the dressing room, then turned again to face him. 120 Chapter 1.2 "Nice. You could do some runway. You've got the walk down and you're the right height for it." 122 "You think so?" she asked throatily as she twirled a random piece of her hair. She nearly rolled her eyes, but calmly let her hand fall to her side instead. Why did she sound this corny? She immediately chalked it up to years at her all-girls Catholic college and spending the time since with socially-challenged men. 123 David frowned. "Well...why don't we finish up the portfolio shots, okay?" 124 The swimsuit shots didn't take long and she stood by silently as he looked through the images on the preview LCD screen of his camera. "These are good. I'll show them around to my buyers and get approval for you. It shouldn't be a problem. If you want copies for your port, I'm happy to give you a half dozen or so, no charge." 125 "Great," she responded. 126 "You want to do the fashion or commercial images? Or are you ready to do something more artistic?" 127 "How much time do we have left?" 128 "I have to be on the road in about two and a half hours." 129 She bit her lip while he stood there looking at her, his camera hanging suspended. The house was warm for wintertime, but wasn't exactly warm, and she was conscious of her nipples pushing at the elastic material of the swimsuit, and her own arousal. She hadn't had a sexual partner in over five years. The last time was Spring Break of her senior year when she'd gone to South Padre Island. 130 The photos spread quickly around the school and then made it onto the Internet. Her parents found out within days...but when she touched herself, it was always to those memories of cock after cock, coming inside her, and how many times she'd orgasmed that night. She still had the photos saved to her laptop. She had all of the photos saved to her laptop... 131 "We can start with some simple nudes and--" 132 "What would an erotica shoot entail?" she asked. She shuddered again, almost not believing she'd asked the question. Jordan had been conscious of an ongoing mental shift since her conversation with Carly several days earlier. That first night she'd left Mass Biotech and normally would have made a quick detour home for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before heading to one of her second jobs--that night it was one of her shifts at a coffee house. 133 Instead, she went straight to The Coffee and Crumb, parked in the tiny alley behind the HVAC systems and masturbated. She'd gone to a babysitting job the next night, put the kids to bed early, and took advantage of the massaging spray setting in the master bath. The day before she'd taken multiple breaks to masturbate in the ladies' room. She was confused and frustrated and her conscious mind suspected today would change both. 134 David eyed her curiously and, for the first time that afternoon, outwardly appeared to be on foreign ground. 135 "It depends," he started hesitantly. "For erotica I like to shoot whatever the model is into because that's where you get the most enthusiasm and enthusiasm makes for better imagery, but mostly it's artfully shot oral sex and penetration. Black and whites. I like to tell myself it isn't porn, but it is. It's just of a higher level. Tell me your fantasy or your desire and I'll bring it to life in a very visceral way." 136 Jordan eyed him, blinking hard, and felt like she had no control over what might come out of her mouth. She hadn't felt these desires in so long. She hadn't trusted anyone in so long. She hadn't trusted herself in so long. 137 "What are you into?" he urged, uncertain of her hesitation. 138 "I can do that," Jordan responded quickly. She felt a little lightheaded, and her pussy was on fire. What the fuck am I doing? Her heart pounded in her chest. Just as it had when she was in high school, her body betrayed her mind. "Five hundred an hour? For two hours?" 139 Or maybe her subconscious mind overruled every restraint she had. Get a grip! She would tell him she was into normal sex and normal things and loved the idea of adding an artistic aspect to it. She would explain that she was not opposed to penetration if he used protection, or oral sex, as long as it wasn't extreme and stayed faithfully artistic but she would draw the line there. No outright porn. Speak, for fuck's sake. Speak! 140 "What are you into?" he asked more slowly. 141 "I love come," she blurted without thinking, and squeezed her legs together, staring intently at him. What? she thought. That's not what I meant to say! 142 "Oh? I have a lot of fake semen, the stuff they use in porn, so I could arrange something that might stimulate you mentally. Tell me about it." 143 "Like an experience I had? Or how it makes me feel, or...or what?" Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! her brain screamed. 144 "Yes." 145 "'Yes?'" 146 "Yep. Yes." 147 "Okay...it used to scare me a lot," Jordan started, still feeling lightheaded and still surprised at her inability to control herself in the moment. She pushed the nagging thoughts out of her head and continued forward, this time consciously. "I was worried about getting pregnant. Benefits of growing up Catholic--worst thing that could ever happen, end of your life, yada yada. I wouldn't even give my boyfriends a blow job without a condom. And they couldn't orgasm inside me, even with a condom. They'd have to pull out. Even with oral." 148 "Yikes." 149 "I know! Right?" 150 "But then?" 151 "Right," she continued, feeling more comfortable, feeling that he understood at some level. "But then...my senior year boyfriend knew I--" 152 "College senior?" 153 "High school senior. Anyway, he knew and he started teasing me--pretending to come in my mouth with the condom on, then pretending to come inside me with the condom on, then pulling the condom off, then putting his bare cock against me, then putting his bare cock inside me...just the tip, then putting his bare cock all the way inside me, then fucking me with his bare cock for just a few strokes, then for longer, then pulling out and coming in his hand, then coming on my stomach or my back..." 154 "He was conditioning you." 155 "Yeah. I didn't realize it at the time. I figured it out in college. But I was complicit. I was scared of it, but I wanted it. And it happened at a Halloween party. A costume party." 156 "You dressed as a sexy something--or maybe Harley Quinn?--and it--" 157 "No. I didn't. I didn't dress as a sexy anything. I hated dressing as sexy somethings. One year I dressed as the Joker. The Heath Ledger version. That year I dressed as Hermione from Harry Potter, but with full robes, and a scarf, because my hair was really wild at the time, not the sexy version. And it was an easy costume." 158 "Not even the schoolgirl stockings and skirt underneath your robes?" 159 "Nope. I wore nothing under my robes." 160 "And you don't think that's sexy?" 161 "No one could see it," she declared. "How could it be sexy if you don't know it's like that? I could have had a Lebowski bathrobe on underneath with granny panties, but as it was I basically had on a long-sleeved, floor-length black dress." 162 "Fair enough." 163 "At the party we went to the side of the house and...and he pulled up my robes in the back and fucked me from behind and...and I told him not to come on my robe...and there were people nearby and I thought they might catch us and...and he asked me where I wanted him to come and...and I said I don't care, just hurry up and...and he came inside me. I came so hard I blacked out for a few seconds. I don't know how long." 164 "Wow. And you weren't drinking?" 165 "Nope," she laughed nervously. "Funny thing is, it got all over my robes anyway. I didn't know what to do and it just ran down my legs and made me all sticky. Good thing it was dark." 166 "I can see why you're into it. He teased you for a while--months?--and it was dangerous. Danger of getting caught, danger of getting pregnant, danger of your parents finding out, danger of changing your future, danger, danger, danger." 167 "Months," Jordan agreed. "After that, I let him--no, I wanted him--to come inside me every time. I didn't care if I was ovulating. I didn't care who would find out. In fact, I wanted it more when I was ovulating. The danger of getting pregnant...oh, my God! So exciting! I don't think a day went by between that party and Thanksgiving break that I didn't have his come inside me." 168 Jordan shuddered, the memory sparking a cascade of neurological response. "I stopped wearing panties," she continued, "and...actually, I stopped wearing pants. Just skirts. Sometimes he would fuck me at school in between classes or at lunch time and I'd just carry it around all day. Sometimes he would sneak over when I was taking the trash to the curb and would fuck me in the breezeway between the garage and the house, like thirty seconds and done. I didn't care as long as he came inside me. Fast, slow, soft, hard, rough, gentle. I didn't care." 169 She felt like she was in therapy. She'd never talked about these things before. She thought the nuns had disciplined them out of her mind. 170 "For Thanksgiving break my parents still had to work until noon the day before Thanksgiving, same as his parents. So we planned to fuck the whole time. That first day we fucked all morning long. He showed up right after my dad left for work. I think he was waiting around the corner," she laughed. "I don't even think he had any come left by the time we decided to stop for lunch and I told him so. I was joking, but he walked out. I thought he was mad at me. He came back half an hour later with his best friend." 171 "What did you do?" David urged. 172 "At first I was pissed, but he knew how to talk and it wasn't long before I'd agreed to let his best friend watch. Then he...then he pulled out without coming inside me and said if I wanted any come I'd have to fuck his best friend because he was all out." 173 "So you did." 174 "So I did. They took turns fucking me the rest of the afternoon. I would lay there, spent after an intense orgasm, legs spread, with come oozing out of me, just feeling...complete. They would play Xbox for a little while and then one would come and fuck me, then go back to Xbox, then the other." 175 Jordan's eyes went blank and her legs parted. It didn't go unnoticed. 176 "Sometimes they would make a snack and then fuck me after," she continued. "Watch TV, fuck me from behind. All afternoon. They took pictures with their phones. And my boyfriend had an actual camera. He'd been taking nude pictures of me for a while, and I didn't say no when he started taking pictures of us fucking and come oozing out of my pussy. I didn't say no when his best friend starting taking pictures, too." 177 "But that wasn't all." 178 Jordan stared at David, her lips slightly parted. "It wasn't." 179 "He brought more friends the next day." 180 Jordan blinked hard. "He did." 181 "And you fucked all of them." 182 Her head swam and she shuddered again. "I did. It was the same as the day before. Fuck me, Xbox, fuck me, raid the fridge, fuck me, watch TV, fuck me." 183 "How many?" 184 "The first time?" she asked quietly. 185 "This happened more than once? Of course it did. How many the first time?" 186 "Five. Him and his best friend. And three others from the basketball team." 187 "You fucked an entire basketball team?" 188 "Not the first time. Just five of them." 189 "But later you fucked the entire basketball team?" 190 "Yes. Twelve of them." 191 "Amazing. Just the once?" 192 "No." 193 "How many times?" 194 "Twice a week until Christmas break. Then three times the week after New Year's. My grandparents came into town, so I had to stop with multiples? Group activities? I don't know what you call it, but it slowed down for almost a week. Randomly some of them would come by and I'd fuck them quickly in the breezeway between the garage and the house. My boyfriend didn't know about it, but I doubt he cared at that point since I'd already fucked all of them multiple times." 195 Jordan remembered the quickies and how fast she'd been to orgasm. "I told my parents I was staying after school to work on a paper and they'd all come to the library after basketball practice, sweaty and stinky. There was a media room on the far side. Unless you happened to stop in between two bookshelves at the very end of an aisle, you would miss it and never know it was there." 196 "In the school library?" David interrupted. 197 "There was some kind of bump in the wall that partially hid the door and the lighting made it blend in so well that you could swear it appeared by magic," Jordan explained. "It was really just an unintentional optical illusion. Anyway they'd mill around the library and take turns going into the media room with me." 198 "So you've had sex with your boyfriend, his best friend, and twelve men from the basketball team?" 199 "The twelve included my boyfriend and his best friend. You want to know how many men I've fucked?" 200 "Do you know?" 201 "Yes. Ninety-seven." 202 "You had sex with eighty-five men after basketball team? You must have been busy in college." 203 "I didn't have sex with anyone in college or since I've been here." 204 "What? They were all during your senior of high school?" 205 "Yes. Actually, up through spring break. My parents took me out of school after spring break and arranged remote learning with a doctor's excuse. There were only ten weeks left in high school." 206 "And they all took pictures?" 207 "All of the basketball team, yes. Most of the others. Probably all of them." 208 "Do you know what happened to the pictures?" 209 "I have them. All of them that were taken. I don't know for sure if all of the others took pictures. But that was one of the conditions. I didn't care if they took pictures but they had to text them to me if they took them." 210 "And they all came inside you?" 211 "Yes." 212 "Every time?" 213 "That was the other condition. They had to come inside me. I told each of them." 214 "And no birth control?" 215 "None." 216 "How did you not end up pregnant?" 217 "I did. It made me want it even more." 218 "It...you what?" David asked, looking shocked for the first time. 219 "I did get pregnant. It made me want more come." 220 "Did you know who the father was?" 221 "No." 222 "Do you know when?" 223 "No. Probably more than once. I had two cycles after October." 224 "And you didn't know who?" 225 "I suspected the first time it was my boyfriend, but I can't be sure. The second time, I don't know." 226 "Did you care?" 227 "No." 228 "Do you...is the child here with you?" 229 "No." 230 "But you had the child?" David's eyes subconsciously drifted over her breasts and midsection, recalling the images she'd texted to him, and thought it was impossible that she'd given birth. 231 "Yes." 232 "Where--" 233 "Are we going to shoot or not?" Jordan interrupted. "Sitting here and talking to you is therapeutic and all, but I want the five hundred dollars an hour for the next two hours. Talk isn't paying the bills or filling me with come. I'll let you do anything to me you want as long as you pay me and come inside me." She didn't know where her rational mind had gone...but she was sure it wouldn't resurface anytime soon. She was already on the verge of orgasm just talking and thinking about it. 234 David was shocked at her sudden change, but managed to keep his cool. "And take photos?" 235 "And take photos. You can take a video if you want. I haven't been fucked in six years and I didn't think I missed it until now. Don't you understand? You can literally do anything you want to me right now and put it on your camera. I really want the money and I really want to fuck. You won the lottery." 236 David looked pensive, then said, "Okay, but I want to hear more. We'll work out what you're going to do as we go along, but I want to hear more. I want to hear everything. That's my condition. I'll include it in your compensation." 237 "Jesus. Fine. And you'll pay me a thousand dollars--plus the one-fifty for the test shoot?" 238 "I'll pay you fifteen hundred plus one-fifty since we've been talking for so long. Depending on how this goes, I might pay you more. Can I fuck you in the ass?" 239 "Yes, but you have to come in my pussy." 240 "And I can fuck your face? Not a simple blow job--fuck your mouth." 241 "Yes, but, again, you have to come in my pussy." 242 "Every time? What if I come in your pussy and then want to come on your face later? Or if I come in your pussy some, then pull out and shove it in your ass for the rest of it?" 243 "That's fine." 244 "And what if you get pregnant?" 245 She paused for a split second. She knew she would. Just like last time, it was a matter of when. She felt the heat between her legs and struggled to keep her composure. "What if?" she asked as casually as she could muster. 246 "Are you going to demand child support? Because I have literally no interest in being a father or financially supporting a child or a 'baby mama.' It sounds callous, but I won't come inside you or even fuck you without protection, if that's what you're thinking." 247 "I'll sign a waiver or release or whatever. I don't care." 248 "Then we have a deal. Sixteen fifty for today. Then we'll see about future shoots. Make sure you sign the 2257. Did any of the pictures your boyfriend took ever get sold?" 249 "Any chance I'll actually do legitimate work?" Jordan ignored him, suddenly feeling like she didn't entirely want to be a prostitute. 250 "Definitely. You've got the look and the body for it. You're a natural at posing. I have to clear it with my buyers, but I doubt it will be a problem" 251 "Great, I--" 252 "But," David interrupted, "the erotica pays more." 253 Jordan nodded. "I may have just agreed to be your personal prostitute, but I feel some peace of mind about it if I'm actually doing some legit modeling." 254 "You're not my personal prostitute. This is legit work. Prostitution is illegal. This is not. This is covered under the First Amendment. Prostitution is not. I'll post-produce it, I'll sell it, and I'll cut you in on a percentage because I'm fair like that." 255 "Where do you sell it?" 256 "I have buyers. That's all you need to know. I'm the one taking risks by fronting all of the cash and investing my time. I'm not going to take on the additional risk of revealing my buyers. They're websites that pay based on the ad revenue, which increases with the number of views, kind of like YouTube." 257 "And I have no risks? My job. My career. My...other things." 258 "You'll make far more money doing this," David said flatly. 259 "I'll lose far more reputation doing this," Jordan countered, mimicking his tone. 260 "You never answered my question. Did any of the pictures your boyfriend took ever get sold?" 261 "Yes." 262 "Do you know where?" 263 "Yes." 264 "He doesn't have to work, does he?" 265 "No. He's living off the ad revenue or profit share or whatever. He actually has a new model every few months, so he works, if you call it that, but he doesn't have to. He's not rich but I know he bought a new Mercedes. One of the smaller ones, but new." 266 "What name did he use for you?" 267 "Oksana." 268 "Does he share any of it with you?" 269 "No," Jordan said, surprised at how bitter she sounded. 270 "Just images, or videos, too?" 271 "One video," she lied, "and lots of images." 272 "A gangbang." 273 "No. Just me and him," she lied again. 274 "Do you want to do a gangbang? A gangbang where all of the men come inside you?" 275 "Yes," she replied, and shuddered, then stood up straight. "But I'm serious. I don't want to be easily recognizable in any of the erotica. Can you do that?" 276 "That's up to you. You do your makeup in a way that satisfies you, but I'm guessing that you mostly go to work with your hair up, wearing glasses, and without makeup. Am I right?" 277 "Yes. How did you know?" 278 "Eyeglasses case sticking out of your purse. Wavy hair below the crown of your head. You showed up without makeup on. Stick to that at work and no one will recognize you on the Internet. No one has recognized Carly so far, as far as I know." 279 "Carly did--" 280 David quickly changed tracks. "No one has recognized your other...work...so far, have they?" 281 "A janitor at work looks at me funny." 282 "Probably because you're the only woman or he's imagining what's under your work clothes or something along those lines, not because he saw one video out of quite literally millions on one porn website out of thousands and it happened to be you getting fucked almost a decade ago." 283 Jordan wasn't convinced, but let it go. "Do you want me in this stupid swimsuit or something else? Or just naked?" 284 "Take it off," he commanded, and Jordan started to shed the swimsuit before he interrupted. "No! Wait. I have a better idea." 285 Chapter 2.1 - Jordan returns to her new favorite adult second job Jordan stood in David's master bath, staring at herself in the floor-length mirror. Yesterday she'd been a struggling college grad working as a respectable entry-level research scientist at a respectable biotech firm and working lots of odd jobs to make up for being underpaid. And now... 287 She shook the hesitation from her mind and glanced at herself in the mirror again. These weren't the type of work clothes she was accustomed to. 288 A short time later, Jordan emerged from the master bath wearing the black garter, black stockings, and black shelf bra her photographer, David, had given her. The bra was a stunning fit, lifting her round breasts and pointing her nipples slightly upward. "Is this the look you had in mind?" she asked, her voice so quiet it was barely above a whisper. "I notice there were no panties." 289 "You won't need them," David responded absentmindedly while setting up a camcorder on a tripod. 290 Jordan glanced around the bedroom. There were two other camcorders already set up, and several DSLR cameras on a nearby table. Reflector lights were also set up behind each camcorder and on each side of the bed. "All this for me?" 291 David looked up at her and his eyes traveled from head to toe and back. "It's worth it. Carly was pretty and had a good body. She was enthusiastic. She sucked cock like her life depended on it." Jordan suddenly understood what Carly had meant by 'other opportunities' and felt foolish, and David must have forgotten that he'd avoided the question earlier. "It's a shame her boyfriend got in the way. A lot of men would say she was a ten. She was definitely a ten for Massachusetts. If she's a ten, you're a fifteen. She was pretty. You're beautiful. She had a good body. You have a great body. " Jordan smiled uncomfortably and David noticed. "You're not comfortable in your own skin, are you?" 292 "Not really." 293 He returned to setting up his equipment and checking his settings. "It's because you're smart and you made good grades in college or you wouldn't be working for Mass Biotech. They don't hire women and I'm shocked they haven't gotten sued over it. It pays to have a former Senator on your Board of Directors, I guess, and to have so many above-top-secret projects going on. Less scrutiny, if any at all." 294 David barely gave her a second thought as he rechecked his settings. "If they hired you your grades had to be stellar and you had to have been involved in some type of college research project that interested them. That doesn't happen overnight. That means you've spent your whole life with people judging you by how you look and not what's in your head. And it means you've been self-conscious about it for most of your life. Am I wrong?" 295 "No." 296 "That's the real reason you dressed as a man, or in full robes and a scarf for Halloween, not because it was easy. You wanted to hide that body that was built for sex. Am I right?" 297 "Yes." 298 "But all of that also means you've noticed your body, too, and you've probably explored it more than everyone else you've had combined. True?" 299 "True." 300 "How long did it take you to realize you had a fetish for semen? Not long, am I right?" 301 "Almost immediately." 302 "But I bet you tried all kinds and manners of things in the first few days to duplicate that intense orgasm, didn't you?" 303 "Yes." 304 "Like what? The faucet in the bathtub? Toys? Objects?" 305 "Yes." 306 "Which?" 307 "All of them. I laid under the water in the bathtub. I used the shower wand in my parents' bathroom. I went to an adult bookstore and bought all the toys I could afford. My bed post. A carrot. A cigar tube. An energy drink can. A hair brush handle. A sausage. Sharpies. I don't know. Lots of stuff. I shoved everything up there I could get my hands on. I'm sure there's more, I just don't remember." 308 "Yes, you do. What else?" 309 "Rambler." 310 "Rambler?" 311 "He was our golden retriever," Jordan replied without hesitation, shocked at her own bravado and candor. She'd never told anyone. 312 David stopped fidgeting with a light and looked her in the eyes. "How did that work out?" 313 "It--" 314 "Wait--save it. We don't have time. Just answer this: would you do it again?" 315 "Yes." 316 "And I could photograph it? Or make a video of it?" 317 "Yes." 318 "Amazing. You didn't even demand to wear a mask or have your face blurred out. How long have you been a submissive?" 319 "My whole life." 320 "When did you figure that out?" 321 "College. I read The Story of O and something clicked, so I researched it. I kind of always knew. I didn't know what it was called." 322 "Great book. And semen was what your boyfriend conditioned into you as your reward." 323 "I--" 324 "So," David interrupted before she could think about anything he'd said, "here's how this going to go--masturbation, oral, vaginal, creampie. I'll switch the positions around when I think I have what I need, so just follow my direction." 325 He paused and looked at her. Unsure, she nodded. "Great. We'll do a photo run first and I'll let the video cameras run for a behind-the-scenes, but then after we have the images done, we'll do it just for video and go all the way through to completion without stopping unless I need to change something around. Got it?" 326 Jordan nodded again. 327 "After that I'll get my camera again for some close-ups of my come dripping out of you. I'll post-produce the images, and cut the video sometime in the next week or so. Good? Are you ready?" 328 Jordan nodded. David positioned her on the bed and ran through several poses of her with her legs open, then masturbating and pinching and twisting her nipples. He had several toys for her to use, including a dildo that squirted fake semen and a double-ended dildo that she double-penetrated herself with. She masturbated through several small orgasms before David disrobed and approached her. 329 He wasn't large, but his cock was perfectly shaped and uniform in color. He has a photogenic cock, she laughed inwardly. 330 Jordan made a big production of worshiping his cock before posing with her tongue out and licking just the very tip, a bit of saliva hanging suspended in the air. She engulfed the head and stared up into the camera. Momentarily she got caught up and started enthusiastically sucking his cock. She'd forgotten how much she loved having one in her mouth. 331 "Slow down," he chided. "I need to last all the way through or you're going to be disappointed and I'm not going to get the shots I want before I have to leave. Viagra keeps me erect, but it doesn't do anything to keep me from coming." 332 Jordan returned to carefully posing with his cock in her mouth, and taking it in her throat before he again stopped her. He posed her again, this time with him between her legs and her guiding his cock into her. They ran through several positions--standard missionary, legs wrapped around him, legs held high and wide, doggystyle, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl before returning to missionary and pinning her legs behind her head. 333 David pulled out of her abruptly and then looked down at her face with an air of self-satisfaction. Her mouth was hanging slightly open and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him wantonly and her pussy was bright pink and slick with her arousal. 334 "Need a break or ready for the video portion?" 335 She nodded vaguely. 336 "Video portion?" 337 She nodded again. 338 "We're going to run through the same positions again--blow job, missionary, legs up, legs back, from behind, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, then legs behind your head until I come inside you. Got it?" 339 She nodded. Her pussy was on fire after the hour-long tease. 340 "Be as vocal as you can. 'Fuck me.' 'Fuck me hard.' 'Fuck me, daddy.' Etcetera, etcetera. Can you do that?" 341 She nodded and stared hungrily at his cock, then move to all fours and took it in her hand. "I want that giant cock in my tight little pussy. Please? Please can I have that thick cock in my wet pussy?" 342 She licked slowly from his balls up to the tip of his cock and looked up at him again. "Please? If I suck your huge cock can I have it in my pussy, daddy? Please? I want your hard cock so bad!" 343 Jordan took the head in her mouth and tickled the underside of his cock with her tongue before taking it all the way into her throat. David groaned loudly, grabbed a handful of her hair and held her in place until she tapped his leg. His cock slid out of her mouth as she gasped for air, then she quickly took it down her throat again. 344 David yanked it out and threw her down on the bed, standing over her. She looked up at him and pulled her legs back. Her pussy was bright red and wetness covered her thighs and ran down the crack of her ass onto the bed. He hooked his hands under her knees and stabbed his cock into her. Jordan moaned loudly and threw her head back. 345 "Oh, my God! That's it, daddy! Give me that cock! Fuck my little pussy! Fuck my tight little pussy!" 346 She humped up at David and he had to pull out to keep from coming. He mauled her breasts and dropped his face to her ear and, while she writhed underneath him, quietly reminded her that they still had several positions to go through and not to make him come too early. 347 "Oh, yes, daddy!" Jordan responded enthusiastically, and massaged his hand on her breast. "Please put your cock back inside me! I need your cock so bad! I'll be a good girl for daddy!" 348 David smiled wickedly and, for a moment, Jordan was unsure whether it was play-acting for the camera or if it meant something, but she felt the tip of his cock teasing her clit and the thought slipped from her mind. For the next half hour, they went through each position again before David roughly thrust his cock into her and growled for her to lay down on her back and spread her legs for him. 349 She complied immediately, crawling off of him and flopping onto the bed. She spread her legs obscenely wide and looked up at him with a look of pure lust on her face. He stroked himself slowly and looked over her, a wicked gleam in his eye. The uncertainty crept back into Jordan but was displaced again when he pounced and thrust roughly into her again, planting himself deep inside her. 350 Jordan reached down in her ecstasy and managed to pull her legs behind her head as before. She moaned loudly as he sank even deeper, and she unconsciously tilted her hips to give him even deeper access. David put his full weight onto her, crushing into the mattress. It was too much for both of them. 351 "Oh, fuck! Please come inside me! Please come in my pussy! Give me your come, daddy! I've been a good girl! I need your come!" 352 David groaned. He'd never felt spasming around the head of his cock like this before, like he was being milked, and he couldn't hold back. He came harder than he ever had, and his eyes popped open in surprise. His jaw went slack. He felt it somewhere in his stomach and it extended down his spine into his balls. 353 While David, balls deep, groaned and crushed her into the bed, Jordan's eyes rolled back into her head as a full body spasm rushed across her. Every inch of her skin tingled and filled with goosebumps, her nails biting into her buttocks as she held on for dear life. She felt him expanding inside her, stretching her more with each pulse of hot come. 354 The spasms retreated while an advancing delicious warmth spread across her body. Jordan relaxed and slowly stroked her ass with David still planted inside her, his arms outstretched onto the bed to hold himself above her. He slowly withdrew, dragging a bit of come with him. Jordan quickly swiped at it with her fingers, pushing it back inside her. A smile spread across his face. He slowly shook his head before laughing. 355 "God damn," was all he managed to say. 356 ### 357 Jordan laid there, feeling the small aftershocks reverberate through her body. She felt the remaining warmth deep inside her and knew she was wrong to have deprived herself of this feeling for so long. She knew she'd been too young to have been doing all of the things she was doing her senior year of high school, but she also knew her parents were wrong to have given her so little knowledge to understand what was going on inside her--knowledge that might have led her down a more conservative path. 358 Instead, she was like a first-timer getting a dose of pure, uncut product after months of little more than a taste here or there, and her parents...well, her parents had unwittingly turned her into a junkie-in-waiting. Her boyfriend had been the perfect pusher. Her raging hormones had created the perfect opportunity. 359 It was a perfect storm. 360 "Jesus fucking Christ," David muttered under his breath. 361 The break in the relative silence roused from Jordan momentary journey into her past. She ran her hands across the goose bumps covering her heat-shedding nudity and her mind quickly began counting the days since her last cycle. 362 She shook the thought out of her head, rose slowly, and disappeared into the nearby bathroom. She shuddered as she felt David's come running down the insides of her thighs. She'd like to hold it in at first, but for some reason, knowing she was filled with enough come to make small rivers down the insides of her legs pleased her greatly...and also rejuvenated her state of arousal. She shook her head, trying to clear it, knowing he was on a tight schedule. 363 While Jordan slowly changed back into her clothes, David quickly previewed the stills on the camera's small LCD screen and bustled about previewing the video capture on the similarly sized LCD screens on each of the three video cameras. She emerged from the bathroom and watched him curiously as he seemed completely engrossed in what he was doing and completely indifferent to whether she was still in the room. She cleared her throat after five awkward minutes passed. 364 David jumped and looked at her wide-eyed confirming her suspicion that he'd disappeared somewhere deep into the recesses of his mind. He stared at her, stock-still, then shook his head to clear the cobwebs. 365 "Right," he said, suddenly bright-eyed. "How stupid of me. Your payment." 366 He disappeared quickly and reappeared almost as quickly, pushing some cash into her hands. She counted it slowly, not wanting to insult him. 367 "You don't have to hide what you're doing," he said. "Always count your money. I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us. Believe me, if I'm short, you need to tell me because I don't mean to be." 368 She was relieved, but not completely. "It's not that, it's...it's more than what we agreed to. There's $2,500 here." 369 "Consider it a bonus," he said. "Totally worth it. This might be the first time I make serious money off a new model's first day." 370 "I don't--" 371 "Don't forget that I agreed to pay you a royalty. You'll get 15% of whatever this brings in after I make back my initial payout to you. It takes a little time for the ad revenue deposits, but I think we're probably looking at about a month to six weeks. I normally wait to shoot again, but I don't think I need to do that with you." 372 "How much--" 373 "I sent Carly a revenue sharing payment of about $700 the first time around." He stood up straight and squinted his eyes at the ceiling. "Not sure she'd want me to tell you that," he started, "but what the Hell. Her second royalty pay-out was almost twice that and held steady around two grand a month. Until she quit, that is. You quit, you forfeit," he chuckled. 374 "Anyway, no guarantees because there's more content out there now but I seriously doubt yours would be less than hers." His eyes grew wide enough to match the smile on his face and he returned to the camera's LCD screen. 375 "Thank you!" Jordan gushed, forgetting the wet spot in her jeans and feeling her financial troubles floating away. "Will you--" 376 "I'll contact you for the next shoot. Probably about two weeks from now. I'll be gone for a week and a half. I may text you earlier depending on the feedback I get." 377 "Okay. Didn't you--" 378 "Fuck! I have to get going or I'm going to be late." David disappeared into the bathroom and Jordan heard the shower turn on. "Let yourself out, okay?" he shouted. 379 ### 380 Jordan had time to ruminate on her afternoon during the the hour-long drive back to Danvers. Ten hours ago she'd talked herself out of modeling and resigned herself to working a series of low-paying second jobs for the next ten years until she'd made senior researcher, or maybe even research lead, and decent money started coming in. 381 Seven hours ago, she'd convinced herself that she would die of exhaustion before she ever made senior researcher, or that exhaustion would lead to serious mistakes that would get her fired long before then. Six hours ago she'd texted her first nude photo ever, and to a stranger. Three hours ago, she shed her clothes in preparation for her first professional porn shoot. Thirty minutes ago she'd had her pussy filled with a stranger's come. 382 The thought sent an electric surge through her body. 383 She pulled off of 95 into the New Hampshire Liquor & Wine Outlet and, finding it mostly empty, retreated to a dimly lit corner of the parking lot. It was cold, so she left her aging Volvo running. She took a quick glance around, then unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to mid-thigh. She explored herself quickly and, growing frustrated with the constraint of her jeans, pushed them down to her ankles. 384 She traced the folds of her slick labia and shuddered in anticipation. Unable to wait, she quickly jammed twin fingers into her slimy pussy and, with her other hand, rubbed rapidly back and forth across her swollen clit. The sensation of David's come on her fingers and all over her fingers made for a quick buildup. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted the salty mixture. 385 Her hand dropped to her sweater and quickly yanked it up. She pinched her nipples as she rolled her tongue around the inside of her mouth. The orgasm rose quickly in her and she collapsed onto the steering wheel, letting the sensations cascade across her body. 386 Several minutes of heavy breathing passed before she came to her senses, and realized she was half naked in a parking lot. She pulled her sweater down, pulled her jeans up, and put the old Volvo back into drive, only lightly concerned at how much her behavior had changed in just a few short days. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she saw a man standing still as a statue near where she'd parked. She bit her lip and her foot let off the gas for a split second, then she slapped herself and continued onto 95. 387 ### 388 Jordan spent the next several days keeping to herself and avoiding Carly. She didn't want to lie about having met David, but she didn't feel like owning up to it at the moment either. She begged off of lunch several times, saying she was behind in her work and planned to eat at her workstation, then begged off several times after work, claiming she had to get to her second jobs. None of it was a lie, but none of it was entirely the truth either. She wasn't sure she wanted to face Carly just yet, even if Carly had made the same choice Jordan had. 389 By the time she made it to back to her small cottage late Wednesday night, she'd made the rounds at several house-sitting gigs and finished two rotations as a barista. The money she'd made from David had been deposited in her bank account and forgotten, as she'd wanted to make sure there was more coming before she began spending it, and would be able to make wiser decisions. 390 At worst, she concluded, it could be a rainy day fund. After all, she was making ends meet even though it was exhausting. She could last for at least a little while longer while she waited to see if he would contact her again, and knowing the relatively small amount of money was there gave her some stress relief in case she lost a second job and didn't pick up a replacement. 391 She plopped down on the scavenged couch she'd found curbside in a nearby well-to-do neighborhood and reached for her cell phone for the first time that day. No messages. No texts. She wasn't bothered by it. Her friends and family knew how busy she was and tried not to interrupt her weekday schedule. And there were no guarantees with David. He'd told her he might call when he returned, or earlier, and maybe not at all. 392 Chapter 2.2 Jordan sank deeper into the couch and contemplated that the photo shoot might have just been a one-time second job. A well-paying one-time second job, but a one-time second job all the same. She had them all the time. Babysitting referrals, house sitting referrals, dog-walking, and all other manner of client and job had frequently been one-time gigs. She had her regulars, yes, but plenty of one-timers. She thought about the money and her stomach twisted a bit. It was the best paying job she had--not just the best-paying single job. 394 Maybe, she thought, maybe I could do it on my own? She instantly felt better then immediately dismissed it. There were sites like OnlyFans and Patreon where women sold their...content?...all the time, but she had no idea where to start or what to do or even how to photograph herself. 395 Maybe, she resolved, maybe it was just a matter of trial and error? After all, thousands of women did it. Where would she get a partner? Advertise? She would research it, she decided. She was a fucking research scientist. She laughed out loud. She was a fucking research scientist. 396 Jordan rose from the couch to go find the aging laptop her parents had bought her for college and felt the staccato double-buzz in her pocket, alerting her to a text message. She fished out her phone and looked at the notification. 397 'David here. Session a big hit with vendors. Will spotlight product across entire platform lineup. Have requests for shoot material. Call to discuss?' 398 Her research "project" was quickly forgotten. She read and re-read the message trying to clear the fog in her head as a million thoughts pummeled her at once. David must have taken her thoughtfulness for hesitation, because he quickly texted a follow-up. 399 'Vendor willing to pay for exclusivity agreement. Offering $10k just for agreement. Talk?' 400 Ten thousand dollars. She'd never had that much money at one time before in her life. Even when she got her student loan disbursement check after tuition and fees had been deducted, it wasn't that much. She stood there staring, half expecting the message to disappear. What did that mean, 'exclusivity agreement?' The phone buzzed and shook her from her thoughts. 401 "Hello?" 402 "Have time to talk? I shopped your session around to a couple of my vendors," David continued without waiting for her response, "and they all wanted it. My biggest client is DotDotDot. They're based in Canada and own an array of adult-oriented digital media outlets. The new stuff starts out on a content-specific subscription-only high-gloss website. When the traffic starts to drop, they trim it to extended highlights and those new clips go to several affiliates that allow access for free with advertisements, ad-free pay-per-view, click-to-view, and ad-free subscriptions. When traffic starts to drop there, they cut it up again and add the cuts to the lowest tier, advertisement-only. 403 I've only had a small amount of content make it onto their high-gloss branded sites and it pays a ton for the small amount of time it's featured. I made $100k off one video last year just from the branded sites alone, and almost another $100k this year as it filtered through their media network. I know they've offered a few exclusivity agreements, but I've never been offered one or, rather, none of my models have ever been offered one. I...are you there?" 404 "What kind of material?" was all Jordan managed to say. 405 "Fairly standard escalating subject matter--a few boy/girl scenes culminating in an 'anal sex debut' then anal for a few scenes and then an 'interracial debut' and 'first gangbang' and maybe an 'interracial gangbang.' That was about where the standard broke down a little." 406 David let his last statement hang in the air. A few pregnant moments passed before Jordan realized he'd stopped talking. "What does that mean?" 407 "They're starting a high-priced, specialized subscription-only service, for premium-paying customers only. Not a million customers, but a select few. Maybe a few dozen at the most. Not $9.95 or $19.95 a month, but significantly more." 408 "How much more?" 409 "They didn't say, but they implied there was en initiation fee and monthly dues, like a country club membership of sorts. I left with the impression that the monthly dues would be five figures. They were trying to gauge whether you might agree to the content." 410 "What kind of content?" 411 "They were cryptic, but it was far from standard. I got the idea some of it would be fulfilling subject matter requests from their members, and that it might even include interactions with their members." 412 "Prostitution?" 413 "No. I asked the same thing. They assured me it wasn't prostitution but parts of it would have many different aspects. One of the producers mentioned a game show segment. They didn't say. Probably keeping a tight handle on their intellectual property. Are you...are you opposed to prostitution if the price is right?" 414 "No," Jordan answered, surprised at her lack of hesitation. 415 "Anything else?" 416 "When do they want us to start?" 417 "Let me finalize some details content-wise, but we can shoot another scene as soon as I'm back. It's marketable one way or another, regardless of what happens with DotDotDot. I think they want to be slow in releasing new content but it would be good to have new materials ready to go and--oh, yeah!--how do you feel about the exclusivity agreement?" 418 "I don't know. What do you think?" 419 "It means big money. They expect you to be a star. If they're willing to pay $10k up front just to keep you off OnlyFans or Fansly or whatever, and from their traditional competitors, they probably think you're worth seven figures this year. I'm not your agent and I don't want to be, but you seem pretty clueless when it comes to the business end of this. If it were me, I'd ask them for a hundred thousand and ask for it to expire in six months to see if they'll agree. Vivid made $750k off of three scenes from Jenna Jameson, and that was twenty years ago. Asking gets you information. If they agree off the bat, you asked too low. If they negotiate, where you end up tells you what they think they'll make, which tells you what you might make, and how long they plan to be committed to you, which lets you know how long you can count on them for income." 420 For the first time, a doubt sprang into Jordan's head. She didn't want to be a pornstar. Someone would find out. Her parents would find out. Four years of college would be wasted. All of the hard work at her job. But a hundred thousand dollars just to have sex? 421 "I know what you're thinking," David began, "and there are no guarantees that your identity wouldn't be discovered or leaked. But you wear glasses at work, your hair is up in a bun, and you don't have any tattoos, birthmarks, moles, or beauty spots. We can have a hair and makeup artist work on you before each shoot and adjust your makeup in a way that makes it extremely difficult to tell who you are. If you wear makeup to work, stop. We'll make everyone sign a non-disclosure agreement and request that as part of your exclusivity agreement. 422 I'm not your agent, but I know enough to get you started. And the exclusivity agreement is like a signing bonus. Money up front for signing, and then they'd pay you per shoot. For heavily-produced shoots, top models get $5k per day for the first couple of years then it tapers off because there's so much content out there. If we're careful about how much content you produce, you could sustain that level for four or five years. I think that gets you the kind of financial freedom you want. Then you can just drop out, if you want. There are plenty of people who are in and out in under a year. Aside from that, your ex-boyfriend already has material out there that's clearly you not made-up or semi-disguised." 423 In her limited interaction with him, Jordan hadn't heard David talk this much and it raised her suspicions even more, but he had a point. 424 "Did Carly get this kind of offer?" 425 "She could have, maybe, but her boyfriend got in the way." 426 "So you think she would have done it?" 427 "You can ask her yourself, but I think, yes, that's where it was headed. Just to be clear: she got a great reception, but nothing close to the reception your work got." 428 Jordan's head was swimming. "Can I have some time to think about it?" she finally managed. 429 "Of course. Think you can make a decision by the time I'm back in a week?" 430 "I think so. Yes. But even if I don't, I'd still like to do another shoot." 431 "Great. Perfect. I have no problem doing another shoot regardless, but think it over in the meantime and we'll talk the day I'm back. You're my priority." 432 "Okay," she said, suddenly feeling a bit of warmth. She'd never been anyone's priority. 433 ### 434 "Dish!" whispered Carly, in a mocking turnabout. 435 Jordan peered at her over the modest PB&J and through the even more modest horn-rimmed glasses she'd taken to wearing as her Clark Kent disguise. "I did it," she responded quietly. 436 "No shit! You did it???" 437 Jordan hushed Carly and looked around nervously. Everyone seemed caught up in something...other than the janitor, who was causally looking their way. 438 "Oh, stop it," Carly admonished. "No one pays attention to us. You'd think being the only two women in the entire building that everyone here would be falling all over themselves to talk to us, but they're so absorbed in their projects and funding proposals and on who has the best lab coat that--" 439 "It's Dr. Jeremiah." 440 "What?" 441 "Dr. Jeremiah's lab coat looks the best." 442 "Of course it does. He wastes money on getting his tailored. But--" 443 "Tailored? What kind of idiot pays to have lab coats tailored?" 444 "I know! Right? But--" 445 "Must be nice to earn the kind of money that can be thrown away on something that stupid, that absurd, that--" 446 "Stop avoiding the question!" Carly interrupted. "No shit you did it, but...what did you do?" 447 Jordan chewed slowly and her eyes moved around the room. 448 "Jesus, Jordan! No one is paying any attention whatsoever to us!" Carly chided again. 449 "I met with him and did a test shoot," Jordan whispered, staring at the janitor who seemed intent on their conversation. 450 Carly sat back, exasperated. "And?" 451 "We shoot again when he comes back from his trip in a few days," Jordan continued quietly. 452 "And?!?" 453 "And that's it. I don't know if there's anything else. The lingerie stuff isn't available yet. Not until closer to Valentine's Day." 454 "No lingerie? So you...did you...did he...do you know what he shoots?" 455 Jordan continued her slow chewing and scrutinized Carly. Surely she knew and was just looking for confirmation. "Yes," Jordan replied simply, expecting a barrage of questions. The barrage of questions didn't come. Jordan watched as the janitor stood and walked to the trash cans, deposited the remnants of his lunch, and sauntered out of the cafeteria. Carly's face was blank and several quiet moments passed. He didn't give them a backwards glance. 456 "Nothing else to ask?" Jordan teased. 457 "That's not it." 458 "What is it, then?" 459 "It's...well, I guess...I guess I didn't expect you to actually go through with it." 460 Was that jealousy? Jordan wondered. "You gave me his phone number. It was just a test shoot that paid. Why wouldn't I go through with it? It's just another second job. Weren't you gushing about the money? And you did the test shoot and kept going back, didn't you? That's what you told me." 461 "Well...yes," Carly said, blushing. 462 "And didn't you say you missed it?" 463 "I didn't say that. I may have said I missed the money." Carly looked away. 464 Liar. "Well...you could always go back to it and just not tell your boyfriend." 465 Carly looked hopeful for a split second, then her face dropped. "No, I'm not in shape anymore. Besides, my boyfriend regularly checks the lingerie websites to make sure I haven't snuck back." 466 Jordan leaned in close and whispered. "You could get your makeup and hair done and just do the porn shoots." A surge of electricity ran through her body from the back of her neck down her spine, making her nipples poke at the padding of her bra, and into the now-perpetual moisture between her legs. 467 "Jordan!" Carly blushed. 468 "You didn't do porn? You didn't fuck David and suck his cock and let him come on your face?" Jordan whispered wickedly. Now it was Carly's turn to glance around nervously. "I found your videos in a DotDotDot.com archive Don't worry," she mocked, as Carly's ears turned a deep shade of red, "no one's paying aaaaaany attention to us." 469 "You fucking cunt," hissed Carly. "I--" 470 "--sent me into a porn production knowingly and without warning me that David would start with the innocent test shoot and maybe it wouldn't go any further than lingerie while knowing full well that he was going to try to push me into porn? Calm down. I'm not pissed. I am unhappy that you would call me a 'cunt' after a tiny bit of teasing. Granted, it was a bit over the top, but it was teasing. 'Cunt?' I mean...wow. Wow." 471 "I'm sorry," stammered Carly, ducking her eyes in an attempt to avoid Dr. Jeremiah's now scrutinizing gaze. "It's...it's just mixed emotions about the whole thing, I guess." She glanced around nervously. "Did you...," she started, then seemed to think better of it. "Are you mad at me?" 472 "I'm not mad. I'm serious, though. You should go back to David. Forget what your boyfriend wants. He should feel lucky and want to brag about it, not hide it away. You're not out of shape. You could do it again." Oh, how the tables had turned. Dr. Jeremiah's gaze had returned to the inglorious salad and project tablet in front of him. 473 Carly stared at her, mouth agape, then stood slowly. "Same Bat-time, same Bat-place tomorrow?" she asked cautiously. 474 "Sure." 475 Carly shuffled off and disappeared around the corner. Jordan stayed behind and slowly enjoyed the last few bites of her sandwich. Almost no one was left in the cafeteria, she noted, and slowly spread her legs obscenely wide before rolling her pelvis and pushing her clit against the hard plastic seat of her chair. Another electric shock coursed through her body and her eyes began to close. Did she dare it again? 476 She glanced around and then grinded her clit into the plastic ridge again. The tiny bit of stimulation brought her to the edge of orgasm. She could come, right here, right now, and no one would know except her. She was surprised at how close she was and how quickly she'd gotten there. Maybe the thought of Carly performing a live sex act in front of her was extra stimulating. Her mind wandered to the brief cuts she'd watched of a younger, fitter Carly taking David's glistening red cock, his come hanging precariously from her chin... 477 Dr. Jeremiah's chair scratching violently against the floor as he abruptly pushed back from the table where he was seated, noisily stood up, and walked out without so much as an upward glance, but it was enough to snap Jordan out of her temporary insanity. She shook her head, then adjusted her glasses, and followed after him, nearly walking directly into the janitor as she rounded the corner. 478 ### 479 "Look...in the future just use the fake stuff on my face and my tits," Jordan huffed with exasperation, her breasts heaving. 480 David glared back at her, breathing just as heavily, his dripping cock suspended a few inches from her chin. "I can't fake a cumshot," he proclaimed. "And there's a certain element of old school fans who still want to see a facial. Internal cumshots might be the most popular thing now, but not everyone wants to see a creampie." 481 "I played it off just fine," she pouted. "It's in your shot like I wanted it that way, but I'm disappointed. Our agreement was you had to come inside me." 482 He walked away, cock bobbing with each step and began viewing the preview as if she hadn't said anything. Finally, he agreed. "You're right. It looks fine." 483 Jordan sat there on the couch in David's giant living room, looking unsatisfied. Her fingers gently traced a path around and between her labia. "How soon can you be ready again?" she asked softly. 484 "Not too long," he responded absentmindedly as he checked the stills on one of the DSLRs. "But I have a separate shoot set up for you in about half an hour. Can it wait that long?" 485 "I don't know," she responded absentmindedly. "I'm ready now." 486 He left the room without responding. Jordan leaned back and brought herself to orgasm, occasionally removing some of the come from her face and pushing it into her bright red pussy. It wasn't the same. She sat up, unsatisfied, and stalked over to the full-body mirror in the corner. She turned to the side and leaned back, doing her best to push her flat tummy out. She patted it with both hands, remembering how it felt to be heavy and how it made her hornier than ever...and how it made her orgasms more intense than ever. She'd had orgasms so intense, she'd passed out. She was addicted. It was why her parents had locked her away... 487 She knew she would regret it just as she had before, but she wanted that feeling again. And she knew the science behind it. One of her research projects in grad school had covered the level to which life would prioritize sex over food. At its most basic level, food's sole purpose was to sustain life for reproduction. It was elementary. She'd tried to do what her parents had asked...but it was programmed into her DNA over millennia. She couldn't help it. Now she would embrace it, and get paid at the same time. 488 Something nagged at the back of her mind. "Second shoot?" Jordan called wistfully as she imagined her stretched belly. "You didn't tell me anything about a second shoot." She turned and faced the mirror and watched her reflection play with her pussy. "David? Second shoot?" 489 David padded back into the room carrying some papers, cock still bobbing in the air with each soft footfall. "Have you considered a professional name?" 490 She noted his avoidance of her question. "I haven't even completely agreed to all of this. I've only agreed to the test shoot, the first shoot, and this one. I haven't even agreed to your second shoot today. Weren't you supposed to provide me with riders to sign for each shoot? I don't like that you're already going back on what you agreed to." 491 He pursed his lips. "Have you considered a professional name?" he repeated, again ignoring her. "I can make one up for you, but thought I would pay the courtesy of giving you first crack at it." 492 "I don't know. What do you think?" 493 "There are two common myths--that it's name of first pet and name of street you grew up on, or middle name and your first car, but that's bullshit intended to get answers to your security questions." 494 "'Rambler Tuttle' sounds ridiculous. 'Jordan Alero' sounds slightly less ridiculous, but still ridiculous." 495 "Right...well, I said it was bullshit." David looked down at the papers in his hand. "Your middle name is 'Jordan?' Ginger...Jordan Petrenko? Ginger Jordan Petrenko." 496 "You didn't notice before?" 497 "Are you sure your parents had no intention of you working in an adult entertainment-related industry? That sounds like a stripper's name. Actually...'Ginger Jordan' has a nice ring to it for adult entertainment." 498 "That's my real name and too close to the name people know me as anyway. I went by 'Ginger' in high school. I started using 'Jordan' after...well, after. People from high school might search for 'Ginger' and people from work might search for 'Jordan,' so those are both out." 499 Jordan paused, thoughtful. "If I continue to do this--which I haven't decided for sure, by the way--I think it should be something that plays up my Eastern European heritage, like 'Oksanna' or 'Natasha' or something--but not 'Oksanna' because that's too close to what my boyfriend used for me. And are you going to answer any of my questions? You're making me nervous about our agreement," Jordan concluded, finally sounding exasperated. 500 David set the papers down on a nearby hutch and strode quietly over to her. He looked her in the eye, then cocked his head and squinted as if scrutinizing her. She looked at him quizzically, then was shocked when he grabbed her upper arms, spun her around, and pushed her face-first into the bed. She felt his hands on her hip bones, pulling her into position. She inhaled loudly as he positioned his still-erect cock and rammed it into her as hard as he could. She gasped at the sudden invasion, and braced herself for the onslaught as he fucked her harder and faster than she imagined he could. 501 A few seconds later he groaned and pushed deeply into her, then unleashed a torrent of warm come inside her. Jordan orgasmed instantly, a long shaking orgasm that made her entire body tingle. Of all the ways she enjoyed being filled with come, this was the best--face-down in a mattress, her ass in the air, fucked hard and fast. 502 David remained firmly planted, his cock spasming every few seconds as he pumped everything he had into her. She moaned inaudibly and jerked underneath him each time he spasmed, then began to wiggle back against him as if trying to get more out of him. Impossible, he thought, as he felt his balls tingling and his cock get harder. I just came! 503 Jordan's wiggling grew more frenetic then evolved into full-blown humping back at him as her moaning grew louder. David's cock was overly-stimulated and way too sensitive for this. He pulled himself free with an audible pop, but he was already past the point of no return, and ejaculated straight into her gaping red hole. Jordan orgasmed again and collapsed onto the bed. 504 David sat back on his haunches, exhausted, then slipped backward off the bed and unceremoniously onto his rear. He lay there, eyes full of uncomprehending blankness, staring at the ceiling. He heard her shift and felt the soft impacts of her bare feet on the wooden floor. 505 "You can follow through on your agreement, or I can make you follow through," she said quietly as she disappeared into the bathroom. 506 Jordan had said it without fear. In fact, she'd said it without feeling, and it sent a chill down David's spine. He didn't believe in witches or witchcraft or Wicca or whatever kind of craziness it was that so many of these Northeastern women seemed to be into and based their idle threats on, but he did believe in sociopaths, and she'd said it in a way that told him she believed what she'd said...and it didn't make a difference in the world to her whether he believed or not. 507 "I'm from Texas, not the Northeast," Jordan called out from the master bath. 508 Impossible, he thought. There's no such thing as mind-reading. It's just a coincidence. He considered calling off the second shoot, but thought it was probably too late. He slowly rocked his way to a seated position, then went to look for his clothes. 509 Chapter 3.1 - Jordans new adult second job complicates things. Once again, Jordan stood in David's master bath, staring at herself in the floor-length mirror. Her skin was glistening with perspiration, her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples could have cut glass. She looked herself full in the eye, then let her gaze travel down her body to the bright pink mess below her waist. She shuddered and her pussy spasmed involuntarily. 511 She watched in the mirror as a thick globule of David's come escaped and swung pendulously between her legs. She shifted her weight and the glistening pearl stuck to her leg briefly before sliding down the inside of her thigh. She shook again as she watched in rapt attention, her shaking sending a cascade of come in pursuit down her leg. 512 Jordan's knees wobbled as she orgasmed on her feet. She leaned over and placed a hand against the wall to brace herself, letting the waves wash across her body. 513 "All good in there?" David called out timidly, still not sure whether Jordan was a mind-reader. 514 His voice wrenched her from her post-orgasmic state. Jordan straightened up, then reached for the wet wipes on the vanity to clean herself off. As the cool, soft cloth momentarily quenched the heat between her legs, 'second shoot' echoed in her head. 515 "I was serious earlier," she said, surprised at how controlled her voice sounded. "You said you would give me riders for each shoot that outlined what we were going to do and how much I was going to get paid. In advance. It makes me uncomfortable that you're already going back on your word." 516 "That's what these papers are," David responded, sounding annoyed but still uncharacteristically uncertain. She heard papers rustling in the next room for emphasis. 517 "You could have just said that earlier. But I'm serious when I say I want them up front." 518 "I was distracted thinking about the changes I needed to make to the cameras and lighting. By the way, are you sure you want to go by 'Nastia Nice?' There was already a pornstar named 'Nadia Nyce' not that long ago." 519 Jordan bit her lower lip and squinted into the mirror. Pornstar, she thought. That felt weird. "Yes," she called out without explanation. 520 Her pussy was still bright pink, but there was nothing she could do about that. She decided she would believe him--for now. Her opportunistic high school boyfriend had gone back on everything he'd told her, if he'd ever meant a word of it, but she would reserve judgement with David at least until he proved otherwise. She was no longer in high school, after all, and he seemed to be professional. 521 David poked his head in. "Can you touch up your makeup? A lot of it rubbed off on the...during the...a few minutes ago." He looked her up and down and his jaw went slack. She looked at him eyebrows raised, but he collected himself and disappeared before she could respond. Was he...rattled? Jordan wondered. It was unlike him to stumble on his words. 522 Jordan looked at her face in the mirror, sighed, and sat down at the vanity. She worked on redoing the eye makeup in a way that made her eyes seem larger than they were. She'd learned it from a YouTube tutorial. She'd experimented with it a few times before returning today, shooting some video in her quaint little Massachusetts cottage with her phone, and was pleased at how much it didn't look like her, especially with her hair flung about like she'd just been fucked seriously. 523 It took a lot of time and makeup but she figured she would either get used to it or eventually someone else would do it. Or maybe at some point she wouldn't need it. The thought sparked a familiar tingling between her legs, but she shook it off and concentrated on the task at hand. 524 She was nearly done when she realized she could faintly hear a conversation somewhere close enough to know what it was but far enough to be unintelligible. 525 'Second shoot in half an hour' is what David said, Jordan thought. She glanced at the small clock on the vanity. They hadn't yet discussed shooting with someone other than David. In his defense, she told herself, they hadn't discussed discussing that type of thing either. Was it wrong for her to make the assumption? 526 "Jordan! Er...Nastia!" David called from the bedroom. "How's the makeup going?" Then, "I have a surprise for you!" without waiting for her to respond. 527 Close enough, she thought, then rose to her feet. She wanted to think or feel something about what was about to happen, but her mind was blank and her heart betrayed nothing. I'm about to fuck a stranger and let him come inside me, she told herself, trying to provoke an emotional reaction. 528 Nothing--at least nothing emotional. She felt the familiar tingling between her legs instead. She stepped into the doorway and saw three men with David. She stared, speechless. Three new men stared her up and down. 529 "Holy shit," one of them finally managed to say, bringing quiet laughter and some light commentary. 530 After the chatter subsided, David turned to Jordan and asked with a devilish grin, "Ever heard the phrase 'airtight?'" 531 ### 532 Jordan kept her head down at work for the next few weeks, still worried someone was going to recognize her now that several of her videos had gone live. It's true they were were on a subscription platform and there were only a few available since David planned to release a new one each Saturday for the next two months, but she knew the realities of the Internet. 533 It wouldn't take long for a subscriber to do a video capture and upload to one of the shady forums that preyed on poor, sexually-frustrated, lonely people who didn't realize or didn't care that their cookies were being analyzed in exchange for "free" access to stolen shared content. She estimated she had maybe three or four months before this "second job" was irretrievably all across the Internet. 534 Jordan let the thought slip from her mind. David had to travel, so she had the last two weeks "off" from shooting. She hated to admit it, but she needed it. She'd shot for hours every night after work and all day the Saturday before David left. Her mind needed a vacation even though her spent body was incredibly still screaming for more. 535 She had been given a creator account for the website and could check her royalties in real time, as well as how many views her scenes were getting and all manner of other metrics--where the views were coming from geographically, which portions were being skipped, which portions were being rewatched, and everything else under the sun. She didn't care about most of it, and had purposefully avoided royalties not wanting to be disappointed. 536 Mostly, Jordan watched all of her scenes multiple times and masturbated frequently, especially her "airtight" video. She'd never had three men come inside her at the same time and it had been sublime, even though only one of them had come in her pussy. 537 She shuddered thinking about it and wrapped her arms around her to feign frigid office temperatures in case anyone had been looking. She causally glanced over her shoulder to scan for observers, then shook her head. Were her thoughts on closed caption? Were her memories played on a monitor over her head? She chalked it up to having not mentally recovered from the marathon week of sex and new experiences. 538 Truth be told, even though her mind was weary, she was going through some level of withdrawal and she was on the verge of desperation to have a big, warm, hard cock inside her, pulsating as it spread its delicious warmth inside her pussy and... 539 "Oh! Excuse me!" Jordan ejaculated. 540 "My fault," the hunched over man mumbled. His eyes grew larger when he looked up to see who he'd bumped into. 541 Jordan's brow furrowed. What a strange reaction, she thought. "I was lost in...thinking about my project," Jordan offered. "I'm really sorry about that, er...I'm sorry," she stumbled, glancing at his ID badge, "...Mr. Gross...Mr. Grosschwanz?" 542 "Oh," the janitor said with a wicked gleam in his eye that unsettled Jordan, "just call me Sam, please." 543 Jordan looked at his ID badge again. "Sam N. Grosschwanz?" she asked, reading his badge, and sticking out her hand. "Nice to meet you. Just 'Sam' not 'Samuel?'" 544 He looked at her hand for a few uncomfortable seconds then took it. "Petrenko to meet you, too, Ms. Nice. I mean, nice to meet you, too, Ms. Petrenko. Yes, just Sam. My parents were simple folks." 545 She flinched and stared at him blankly while he shook her hand and grinned. He knew, she thought. Or maybe it was a slip of the tongue. She'd said 'nice.' He'd said 'nice.' It was just a slip of the tongue. 546 "Anyway," Jordan said, straightening up, "sorry about that again. I'll keep my head up. Promise." 547 He nodded, still grinning, then shuffled to the side and swung his arms out to indicate she could proceed. She continued towards the lab, a tight feeling in her stomach. 548 ### 549 "Did anyone ever figure it out?" Jordan asked Carly over her ramen. Even though she was $12,000 richer from the week of shooting with David, she was still acting as though nothing had changed. Certainly not anything financially. It was far more money than she was used to having and an obscene amount to get paid for one week--really one month since she wasn't shooting any other scenes for at least another week--but Jordan liked to think she was sensible. 550 "No. Well..." 551 "Oh, my God. What do you mean 'well?'" 552 "Quiet!" Carly hissed. Dr. Jeremiah looked up at them, but the look on his face was annoyance, not suspicion or recognition. "Like you had no idea that someone might figure it out." 553 "Who?" 554 "Someone I went to high school with. I denied it, told him he was a pervert, then ignored him. I didn't care, anyway. Everyone has someone who resembles them and no one has brought it up since. I'm not worried. If I were worried, I wouldn't have done it in the first place," Carly concluded. She looked down and picked at her salad. 555 Jordan suspected Carly wasn't as confident as she let on, but she was right. Jordan had plausible deniability. She'd seen her own videos. The eye makeup really helped. Even in close-ups, the wild-haired, heavily-made up, cock sucking, filthy-mouthed slut only vaguely resembled her. 556 "Why do you ask?" Carly whispered. 557 "What? Oh. The janitor. I bumped into him this morning and he looked at me with this sort of creepy, knowing look on his face." 558 "Sam? I wouldn't worry about him," Carly said dismissively. "He's just a perv. I stopped wearing skirts specifically because of him. He was always trying to look up my skirt during breaks. He'd purposely sit where he could see under the table and would just stare. I complained once, but my boss is an even bigger perv than Sam. 'There's no crime in looking,' he'd say. 'If he didn't touch you or say something, my hands are tied.' What a joke." 559 Jordan thought about it and decided to let it go. Sam had, after all, been staring at them during lunch off and on for months. There weren't many females here, anyway. She shrugged and went back to her ramen. 560 ### 561 "FUCK!" Dr. Jeremiah screamed, then looked around uneasily and his eyes came to rest on Jordan. "Oh, pardon me," he continued sheepishly. "Ms Petrenko? Apologies. I did something stupid with the toner cartridge and now it's everywhere. Can you get an admin to help with this while I go wash up?" 562 "But it's six o'clock. I was just--" 563 "I'm sorry to ask, but I'm a mess." Dr. Jeremiah held his hands out. They were completely covered with toner, as were his pants and his impeccably-tailored lab coat. He hustled away without waiting for an answer, cursing under his breath. 564 "--going to my second job," she finished, but he was already gone. Jordan looked out across the sea of cubicles and didn't see anyone. She wandered through a few aisles and into the break room where she saw a man digging in the refrigerator. 565 "Excuse me." The man stood with a start and bumped his head on the freezer door, and dropped the soda he was holding, spraying it everywhere. 566 "Fuck! What?!?" 567 "I'm sorry, but Dr. Jeremiah made a mess with the copier. Do you know if any of the admins or other staff are here?" 568 "They all leave at five," the man grumbled, rubbing his head and glaring at her. "The janitor's office is at the end of Corridor B near the cafeteria. You'd better head over there now so it doesn't stain everything. If there's no one there, leave a note." 569 "Thanks," Jordan whispered. 570 The man pursed his lips and shook his head. "I'm sorry. You startled me when I was already pissed off that my leftovers seem to constantly go missing. Fucking Jeremiah. Why he insists on changing out the toner himself, I don't know. This has to be the third or fourth time he's done it. You'd better go now while I clean this up. The first time Jeremiah did this we had to replace the carpet and repaint the wall." 571 Jordan thanked him again, looked at her watch, and glanced at the exit...but then decided it might be a career mistake to just leave and ignore it now that two different people had given her some responsibility to handle the mess, including one who had no problem casually saying 'fucking Jeremiah' in reference to the division manager. 572 She made the familiar hike down Corridor D, through two different sets of security doors, and into Corridor B, heading in the general direction of the cafeteria. She stopped at the cafeteria entrance and looked around, puzzled. There were no signs for the janitor's office. 573 "Are you looking for me?" 574 Jordan nearly jumped out of her shoes. "Oh, Sam! You startled me." 575 "Why is everyone so jumpy around here?" Sam wondered aloud. "Were you looking for me?" 576 "Sorry, yes. Dr. Jeremiah made a mess with the toner in the research corridor and no one else was around to come let you know, so he sent me." 577 Sam nodded as his eyes examined her face. "Okay. I'll go check it out, but would you mind opening the door for me? My hands are full." 578 Jordan glanced at the boxes he was carrying and fought the urge to glance at her watch again. "Sure. Happy to. Er...what door?" 579 "Oh. Never been to the 'Clubhouse?' That's what we call it as an inside joke. Follow me." 580 Sam turned and walked over to two soda machines and disappeared. Jordan blinked, thinking for a split second he'd vanished into thin air, only to see his head reappear. "You coming?" 581 She laughed at herself and followed after him. "I never noticed this hallway here." 582 "Most people don't, with it sort of hidden between two soda machines, and the paint and lighting making it blend in. It's a weird optical illusion effect. I think they did it on purpose." 583 Something vaguely sparked in Jordan's mind and she was surprised when her pussy grew warm. She followed Sam as he blabbered away. They walked past several unmarked doors and the hallway took a couple of turns, but it wasn't long before they arrived at the custodial office. It was another nondescript door with a clear mail drop hanging on the wall next to it that had a tiny label with "Custodial Services" handwritten on it. 584 "Ms. Petrenko? The door?" 585 Jordan stared at him like he'd grown horns, then roused herself. She really needed to give her mind some time to recuperate. "Sorry, Sam." He stepped aside and she reached for the door. He began shuffling into the door and she was caught in front of him. She stepped into the room and to the side as he walked in and deposited the boxes he was carrying on a table next to the door. 586 Jordan glanced around what looked mostly like.a storage room. There were gray steel shelves organized into aisles. They held all kinds of supplies, including toilet paper, paper towels, cleaning agents, mop and broom refills, light bulbs, folded uniforms, and all manner of boxes holding who knows what. There was an old beat-up conference table surrounded by an odd mish-mash of old office chairs and what she recognized as one of the now-replaced reception-area sofas against the wall. 587 Her jaw fell open. There was a medium-sized flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, but it wasn't the TV that shocked her, it was what was on it. 588 Jordan was on it. 589 Or rather, Nastia Nice was on it. The cocks in her pussy and ass were fucking in and out of her in unison as she moaned around the cock in her mouth. The TV was muted, but she knew she was moaning loudly. 590 "The best part is coming up." 591 Jordan jumped, having forgotten Sam was there. He was staring at her intently. "But you know that, don't you?" he asked quietly. "Website is damned expensive, but it's worth it. Great production. Supermodels who love to slut around. The big black cock version is great, too, but that's not really my thing." 592 "S-S-S-Sam, this is highly inappropriate! It's against company rules! I should--" 593 "Report me? But you won't. Because they'd have to examine the material and you wouldn't want them to do that, would you?" 594 "I...I..." Jordan turned her eyes back to the screen where the men in her ass and pussy had become still as they simultaneously came inside her. David had moved in close enough to get a great view of their pulsating cocks, then moved around to her face as the third man had started groaning loudly. She watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and the man in her mouth pushed into her throat and also came. 595 Sam watched her with a devilish grin. "I mean, it would be a shame if HR were to see this. Probably a violation of ethics and morality and whatever. I know I'd hate to lose my job over it." His eyes traveled her body slowly. She was still wearing baggy scrubs and hadn't yet changed into regular clothes for her shift at the coffee house, so she knew he couldn't see anything. Her body betrayed her though, as she felt the moisture between her legs. 596 "It would be a shame, Sam," Jordan said. "I don't want anyone to lose their job." 597 "I would think a person would do anything to keep their job rather than let something like this follow them around to potential future employers." 598 "What...what do you think a person would have to do? To keep their job." 599 "Well, me, I'd do some sort of favor...maybe a regular favor...to show my gratitude." 600 Jordan's stomach turned as the fire inside her reached a peak. "That sounds a bit like blackmail or extortion." 601 "Those aren't...nice...words. I prefer to call it a favor. I would be so grateful I would agree to a regular favor for...for the ongoing favor of not being reported." He turned and picked up the TV remote, then began navigating through the TV's browser. "Watched this one yet? It just dropped. These men fuck her in every hole, and then she holds her pussy wide open and they jerk off into it. Some of it gets on her leg, but she uses her fingers to push it into her slutty hole. She really, really loves cum." 602 Sam unzipped his custodial jumpsuit. He was naked underneath. He pulled his cock out and looked over at her. Jordan looked at it as it grew in his hand. It was thick and red and kept growing and growing... 603 She glanced at the door and back at his cock. He grinned at her in triumph. 604 The next thing Jordan knew, she was bent over the conference table, her scrubs at her ankles, watching herself get fucked on the TV, while Sam positioned himself behind her. 605 "Jesus Christ...you're so fucking wet...it really turns you on to be used like this, doesn't it?" 606 Jordan felt one of his fingers inside her, his rough skin against her most sensitive parts. Then it was joined by a second. He jackhammered his fingers into her, banging something--a knuckle, his thumb--against her already swollen clit. She arched her back to give her pussy some reprieve from the onslaught and felt him withdraw. 607 "Ready for it, huh?" he growled. 608 Jordan stood stock still in anticipation, then felt something probing, then glorious warmth slip into her, stretching her. He pushed slowly and she felt it go deeper and keep going. It seemed like it took him a whole minute, but he was finally buried completely inside her, his cock twitching and making her insides move in surprising ways. 609 Chapter 3.2 "Oh, my God," she whispered, but managed to stifle the rest of her reactions. He started slowly, then his urgency got the best of him. He pumped into her like his life depended on it. She held onto the conference table for dear life. At first she could only hear him grunting behind her like a wild animal, impossibly big, impossibly quick. 611 "I...knew...it...wouldn't...take...much...convincing..." Sam managed. "I...could see...you...were a...whore...from...the...beginning..." The loud slapping sounds, and the squelching sounds his cock made is he rammed it into her aching pussy, were almost sensory overload for Jordan. A moan escaped her despite her attempts to hold back. "Maybe...next...time...you'll...be more...vocal...in...your...appreciation...you...fucking...whore..." 612 Each word seemed to make him grow bigger and thrust harder. Jordan couldn't help it. She squeezed with her pussy and he moaned loudly. "I'm...going...to...come...you...slut...where...do...you want...it..." 613 Jordan instinctively reached back and grabbed his jumpsuit to hold him in as he propelled himself into her, lifting her heels off the floor. She felt the warm flood as it spread out inside her. Her legs began shaking and her head fell to the conference table. She couldn't stop it. Sam thrust into her several more times. She let go of his jumpsuit and grabbed wildly at his ass to hold him inside her. It felt like he was leaving a gallon of come inside her. 614 She breathed heavily as he roughly pulled himself free with an audible pop and moved to the couch. Jordan went still again, other than her labored breathing. She could feel the invasion of cool air on her insides and she knew she was gaped open. She shuddered and felt the hot come run out of her and down her leg. She glanced down at her scrubs and saw a shining trail running all the way down her leg and creating a large wet spot. 615 There was so much. She shuddered again and felt it coming. Impossible, she thought, as an orgasm overtook her. Jordan heaved for a few more seconds then weakly bent down and grasped for her scrubs. She yanked them up and, with a burst of energy, quickly ran for the door while Sam watched, grinning from ear to ear. 616 "See you Monday, then?" he called after her as she ran down the hall. 617 ### 618 "Well...," David began slowly, then found resolve. "It's not my problem. You knew this was a possibility." 619 "But not after a fucking month and with someone at work!" Jordan screamed. "I should just quit now and try to find a job in another state!" 620 "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's not make an emotional decision. Did you see your royalty pay-out yet? Subscriptions jumped seven percent in the first week, twelve percent in the second week. They're only up three percent this week, but that's monumental. It's unprecedented! It's almost as much as when that Oregon library coed finally went pro. Anyway, I'll think of something. After all, we can't have you fucking randos or it will screw up your testing." 621 Jordan calmed somewhat at the mention of her royalties. "Where are you? I can barely catch every word?" 622 "Dubai, probably for another week. Business stuff you'll hear about eventually. Probably soon. Listen, log in to your admin account to see how things are going, get a good look at those numbers, and enjoy the long weekend. Don't go work at the coffee shop or house sit or whatever. Buy yourself something nice. Have a few glasses of wine. Forget about this guy at work. I'll be back next week and I'll have thought of something by then." He ended the call without saying 'good-bye.' 623 Jordan sank back in her free couch and tried to clear her mind. Her phone lit up with a text from David reminding her to check her looming royalty pay-out. She decided to save it for later and swiped the text to unread so she wouldn't forget. 624 Buy something nice? Or drink some wine? Or both? Or I could go to work and see if Sam and his big cock were working on a Saturday? 625 Jordan shook her head violently and slapped her forehead a few times for good measure. What the fuck was wrong with her? Her phone buzzed again, and she wanted to tell David to fuck off with his band-aid-on-a-broken-leg solutions but it was one of her pet-sitting clients texting her to ask if she could last-minute watch their labradoodle. 626 She sighed. Maybe what she needed was a little normalcy. 627 ### 628 Monday rolled around and everything seemed normal. Jordan had spent the rest of her weekend house-sitting, watching the labradoodle, and taking two unscheduled shifts at the coffee shop. She was tired, but this was what she was used to. It felt like her old routine. Her stomach did a weird lurch when she saw Sam in the hallway mid-morning, but he didn't look at her any differently than any time before Friday and her body reacted in no other way. 629 Jordan felt some relief. Maybe this was the life meant for her. 630 Later that morning she caught up with Carly in Corridor A and they walked to the cafeteria. She didn't give the soda machines a sideways glance, and had normal chit-chat with Carly over her ramen and Carly's salad. Sam was nowhere to be seen. When it was time to leave, Jordan begged off Carly and told her she had something she needed to take care of first. 631 After the cafeteria had mostly cleared out, Jordan deposited her trash with authority, walked straight through the entrance, and marched into the hallway between the soda machines, on her way to tell Sam she wouldn't be subjected to his extortion scheme. 632 Twenty seconds later she was bent over the conference table, her scrubs at her ankles, and Sam was pounding into her from behind. Same as before, he thrust up into her, lifting her heels off the ground, and flooded her. 633 Jordan spent the early afternoon fighting gravity, but quickly had to go to the restroom to clean up the evidence. When she left for the day, she detoured to the little hallway between the two soda machines for a refill. Then returned after lunch the following day and at the end of the day. Then again. 634 She let Sam cap their week Friday afternoon by granting his request to fuck her ass, as long as he came in her pussy. Instead of bending over the conference table, she stripped naked and lay on her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide to make it easier for him to pull out of her ass and come in her pussy. 635 ### 636 "Not if you want this to keep going, you won't." 637 "I want my own personal porn. Don't forget, I could still report you." 638 "Do it then, and lose your job, too. There's no guarantee they'll fire me but even if they do, I have a second job to fall back on. Do you? And all I have to do is deny, deny, deny and demand that they prove it, even if you send it in as a random informer or whistleblower or whatever stupid shit you're thinking." 639 "I'll out you. All over the Internet." 640 "And you...will...never...touch...this...pussy...again. You're Goddamned close to that already." 641 Sam stared at her enraged. Jordan calmly leaned back, spread her legs, and hooked her arms behind her knees, looking up at him. "Want to chance it?" she asked calmly. 642 The anger eased on Sam's face, but he said nothing. Jordan spit in her hand and rubbed the saliva on her ass, then slid a finger in and cooed. "What do you want to do? Keep that big, thick cock in your pants? Or...oooooh...fuck this tight ass with it?" She continued to slide her finger in and out, looking up at him. "I'll let you come in my ass this time. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck my ass and come in it?" 643 Sam's face relaxed and his eyes lingered on her face for a moment before being drawn to where Jordan was now using two fingers. She moaned as she plunged two fingers into her ass. Her free hand automatically went to her to clit and her hips began to twitch and gyrate as her moaning grew louder. 644 Sam dropped the camcorder on the conference table and started towards her, stopping Jordan in her tracks. "Uh-uh...give me that. I don't trust you." Sam stopped, an annoyed look on his face, but turned and picked up the camcorder and handed it to her. "Thank you," she whispered. 645 He stood over her and shook his head, then fell on her. He slobbered all over her breasts, grasping his cock and rubbing it up and down from her pussy to her ass. 646 "Oh...baby," she exhaled throatily. "You want a video of your own? Yeah? You gonna jerk off to it later? You gonna put it on the Internet and tell everyone you fucked Nastia Nice? Huh? Say 'Nastia' and I'll let you have what you want, baby." 647 "Sure...Nastia," Sam grumbled and spit onto his cock. He continued to rub it up and down from Jordan's pussy to her ass, spitting every few seconds. Jordan opened the viewfinder and a few beeps from the camcorder announced it was ready. She pointed it towards Sam's cock now teasing at her asshole. 648 "Are you ready?" she asked. 649 "Are you?" Sam growled. 650 She inhaled sharply when he rammed his cock straight into her. She wasn't ready and the pain was enough to bring tears to her eyes. He left it buried inside her as a a low whimper escaped and she struggled with the camcorder, desperate to maintain some composure. 651 Sam pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock was still inside her, then slowly pushed back in. He repeated his slow retreat and re-invasion. The pain in Jordan's ass gradually gave way to a warmth that spread out across and into the deepest depths of her pussy as Sam kept repeating this slow back-and-forth. He was hitting a new spot that Jordan had never experienced before. 652 "Oh, my God, Sam," she whispered. 653 He maintained his steady rhythm and Jordan morphed into Nastia, the pitch of her voice increasing and taking on a breathless characteristic. "Right there...oh, right there, daddy! I can't...I can't believe...believe it. I'm gonna come! Fuck my ass, daddy! Harder, please, oh, please, oh, please, fuck me harder!" 654 Sam looked down at her as she writhed beneath him. "Give me the camera," he said calmly. Jordan handed it over without protest, squealing and moaning. Her hands went to her breasts and she roughly squeezed them, mauling her own breasts violently, then pinched her nipples. 655 Sam roamed the camcorder back and forth between her face and his cock fucking her asshole. He moved the camcorder back to her face, her head thrown back in ecstasy, as Jordan ran her hands across and over her body. 656 "Please, daddy, fuck my little asshole harder! Please! I need your cum in my ass! Please, baby, fuck me!" 657 "You want my cum, Jordan?" 658 "Yes, daddy, yes! I need your cum!" 659 "Are you a good little whore for daddy?" 660 "I am! Please come inside me!" 661 "You love cum, don't you, Miss Petrenko?" 662 "I love cum! I love your cum! Come inside me, baby! Come in my ass!" 663 "You want me to come in your ass, Jordan?" 664 "Please, Sam! Please come in my ass!" 665 Sam focused the camcorder on his cock fucking into her pussy with greater urgency, then moved it back to her face. "Get ready for it, Miss Petrenko, I'm gonna come in your ass!" He pushed all the way into her, his balls resting against the couch cushion. His cock started to spasm. 666 Her fingernails dug into her breasts as her body went rigid. A low moan escaped her and intensified until she was screaming. Sam nearly dropped the camcorder, but managed to keep it trained on her face as her orgasm overtook her. He pulled his cock out and jerked a couple of spurts onto her pussy. Jordan's pussy gaped open and closed again, seeming to suck his come inside. 667 Sam stood and took a step back, keeping the camcorder on her. She was gasping for air, her head still back, her mouth wide open. 668 "I don't know why you work here. You should just do porn full-time. I mean, you flipped from Jordan Petrenko to Nastia Nice in barely a few seconds." 669 Jordan's breathing gradually returned to normal and she sat up on her elbows. 670 "I have my reasons for wanting to keep those two lives separate." 671 "Like a porn superhero. Mild-mannered research scientist Jordan Petrenko by day, complete with glasses, prim and proper. Super cumslut Nastia Nice by night, complete with anal orgasms and cum-sucking pussy." 672 Jordan regarded him coolly. 673 "Let's say," Sam continued, "that now that I have specific, detailed, very explicit evidence that you're both Jordan Petrenko and Nastia Nice, I think some additional agreements are in order." 674 "You do, do you?" 675 "First, Miss Jordan Petrenko, I don't want you to ever wear panties again here at Mass Biotech and I want you to only wear skirts." 676 "I was thinking of doing that anyway." 677 "Second, I want to fuck you whenever the urge strikes me. If I tell you to be here in five minutes, I expect you to be here in five minutes. If I want to fuck your ass, you show up already lubed. If I want a blowjob in the bathroom, get down on your knees. If I call you to the fuckin' Dunkin' I want you there with my coffee hot and your pussy wet." 678 "Is that all?" Jordan asked, surprisingly calm. "I would have agreed to all that without blackmail." 679 Sam ignored her. "Let's see...oh, third, I have some friends I need you to take good care of. And I want to make videos of it." 680 "You want me to be your trick? You want to be my pimp?" 681 "That sounds so negative. I think 'facilitator' is much nicer. Fourth, I have some ideas about where your career should go. I like gangbangs and you like cum. One of my favorite websites closed and I bought the domain." 682 "And you want me to be your first content provider." 683 Sam nodded emphatically. "Just imagine it, getting gangbanged by six, eight, ten men and they all come on your face." 684 "I prefer that men come in my pussy." 685 "Fifth, I don't know who's managing you but they suck. You need more camera angles. You need some reality-type stuff. High-gloss is fine, but people prefer something that looks real, like shot with a phone. You should have already had some big black--" 686 "Oh, Sam," Jordan interrupted. "I'm so disappointed. Not in your cock, but that you would risk the chance of fucking me whenever you want, however you want, wherever you want, whenever you want..for a stupid fucking blackmail video." 687 "What are you talking about it?" 688 "Did you check to see if it was recording?" 689 A confused look flashed across his face, then he quickly ducked his head to scrutinize the articulating screen. 690 "Fuck," he spat. 691 Jordan stood up and wrenched the camcorder from his hands. She raised it high above her head and, before Sam could react, threw it to the ground, smashing it across the floor. He stared at the pieces, his jaw slightly agape. 692 Jordan looked at him coldly, then stepped past him and picked up her clothes. Without bothering to put them on, she headed for the door. She was halfway through when she stopped and turned around. Sam was still staring at the mess on the floor. 693 "Oh...and you know I have admin access, right? All I needed was your account name, which you so kindly left visible on the screen, and I can ban this IP and every IP you ever accessed the site from, and scan your cookies and use your billing information to prevent you from ever accessing the site from anywhere." 694 Some of the sloppy mess in her ass and pussy escaped and started to run down her thigh. Jordan looked down and shuddered. "I fucking love it when I have hot cum running down my leg. It's so...slutty," she said gleefully. "I'm such a whore!" She turned to leave, but Sam finally spoke. 695 "What now?" 696 "What now?" Jordan repeated. "Oh, I love your cock and you come a lot...but I can't be under the constant stress of blackmail and whatever else. You've seen the website. I'll have no trouble finding more cocks. So..what now? What now is fuck off, Sam N. Grosschwanz." 697 "But--" 698 Awww, poor baby. If you're extra-special, super-duper nice and show you can be trusted, maybe you'll eventually get your access back." 699 She started to leave, then paused. "Especially your...VIP...access. I hope you do the right thing, Sam." 700 Sam watched as she bounced down the hallway, naked, not bothering to shut the door behind her. She stopped at the corner, turned and smiled at him sweetly, blew him a kiss, then disappeared. 701 ### 702 "Well...when's my next shoot?" Jordan asked, sounding pouty and rolling her own eyes at the ridiculous tone she'd just taken. 703 "You should be making enough in royalties that you don't need to do another shoot," David responded, taking his familiar reciprocal tone of annoyance. "Have you already spent it all?" 704 "No," she pouted again, then shook her head at herself. "I just like to keep myself busy. You don't want me deciding that I like my other second jobs better, do you?" 705 "Christ. Your other second jobs won't pay you like this does and I doubt you like making a latte as much as you like fucking." 706 "Fuck off, David." 707 She heard him sigh. "I don't have time for this, Jordan. I'll be back in a couple of weeks. We'll shoot then. I'm dropping your double pussy scene tonight. We've been teasing it all week and subscriptions are up four percent. I'm working the angle on the other project we discussed, got to go." 708 "Okay, bye--" 709 David ended the call before she could finish. Jordan looked at her home screen, feeling frustrated. She thought about Sam, but put him out of her head. Going back to him the very next day would shift all of her momentum back to him. She might want his thick cock...but not enough to suffer another potential blackmail. No, she would let Sam approach her. 710 And beg. 711 Her phone buzzed. She was wanted at the coffee shop for a replacement shift. She huffed and thought about avoiding it. When she finally got around to looking, her first royalty payment had been a little over $3,000--way more than Carly's measly $700. The second hit her bank account yesterday. It had been just under $10,000. 712 Jordan didn't need her other second jobs anymore. She relaxed herself by mentally reciting her favorite what-if. If she could keep doing this for two more months, all of her debt would be paid off. If she could do it for six months after that, she'd have a whole year's salary in the bank. If she had a whole year's salary in the bank, she could quit the rest of her second jobs. 713 That's where her what-if stopped. What then? Was continuing this second job an option? Mass Biotech paid okay but not great. She had health insurance and a 401k, plus senior researchers made six figures, and project directors made several hundred thousand. There were solid reasons why she wanted to keep this job. 714 But, God, she loved to fuck and she was already feeling withdrawals now that she was no longer fucking Sam's glorious cock. 715 She shook off that thought and returned to her what-if. 716 Her phone buzzed again. She considered ignoring the text. No, she thought, I need to keep up appearances. And this could all end tomorrow. 717 Her phone buzzed a third time. "Coming," she said under her breath. 718 ### 719 "Shut up!" 720 "Why not?" Carly protested. "I've been working out, eating right, and what my boyfriend doesn't know won't hurt him." 721 "I wondered why you switched to eating salad. Regardless, I'm not saying you shouldn't." 722 "What are you saying then?" 723 "I think you should," Jordan blurted. "I definitely think you should do porn again." 724 "Shhh!" Carly chided and glanced nervously around. 725 "There's no one here except Mr. Tailored Lab Coat and he's not paying attention to us." 726 As if on cue Dr. Jeremiah looked up, perpetual annoyance once again clouding his countenance. Jordan shrugged at him with a weak smile and mouthed 'sorry.' His eyes lingered for a moment longer, then returned to his phone. 727 "You could do it again," Jordan continued. "We could do it together." 728 Carly's fork hovered in mid-air, her jaw slightly open. A piece of soggy lettuce jittered from side to side before dropping onto the table. Carly slowly put the empty fork in her mouth, then extracted it, and began chewing nothing in earnest. 729 "I mean," ventured Jordan, "we already work together here. It's just a second job, right?" 730 Carly stared at Jordan, still vaguely chewing nothing. 731 Jordan went on, the excitement in her voice growing. "I have so many ideas that need another female performer. For example, I have this idea about scene where I'm eating out another performer while I'm getting absolutely railed from behind and she's sucking someone's dick, like a sex centipede but the one you're sucking comes in your mouth and the other one comes in my pussy and then we switch and--" 732 Carly reached across the table and pinched her. "Jesus, Jordan! Not so loud!" 733 Jordan blinked as if she were just waking up and looked around. Dr. Jeremiah was staring. So were four men several tables away. Jordan turned back to Carly. 734 "Think about it, huh? Brainstorming new scenes would make working here far more fun." 735 "I don't know, Jordan," Carly whispered, glancing around nervously. 736 "Just think about it," she said, standing up. She leaned into Carly's ear and quietly added, "and think about getting paid to have me eat your pussy." 737 Another piece of lettuce hit the table as Carly's empty fork once again found her mouth. 738 Jordan bounced as she walked towards the trash receptacle, smiling and waving at Dr. Jeremiah and the four men as she went. Sam walked through the cafeteria doors and froze. 739 "Oh, hi, Sam!" Jordan called cheerfully and tugged her skirt to straighten it, then walked briskly past him. 740 Sam nervously surveyed the cafeteria. All eyes were on him. He slowly backed up through the doors. 741 https://www.literotica.com/s/much-needed-therapy-1 "Ready?" Jules asked, barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her mouth and gently engulfed the head of the throbbing red cock in her hand. Her soft, muffled moans were barely audible against the strained breathing from the man lying prostrate in the alley. She moved slowly up and down the length of the fat shaft. He was longer and thicker than I expected. Had I expected anything? I wasn't sure, but this wasn't it. 743 My head swam from the smell of him and I turned to the side, but I couldn't take my eyes away. 744 "Oh, God," she whispered, her lips leaving his cock with a smack. "He really stinks. I bet he hasn't showered in days." 745 "Months," I mumbled. 746 Her face snapped towards the sound of my voice even though her eyes had never left mine, as if her conscious mind had become so disconnected from her subconscious as to forget that I was there. 747 "No, days," she responded matter-of-factly and, straightening her back, shuddered. "After too long our bodies start to produce bacteria that snack on the nasty stuff our sweat glands produce and this"—she sniffed loudly—"heady aroma would be seriously diminished after months." A small light fixture hung forlornly above a rusted red door nearby, giving off a dim light that shone on her bare breasts. She shifted, keeping her grip on the cock, and grinned at me. 748 She adjusted her bra with one hand while she stroked him with the other. "$675." My gaze returned to meet hers. "The bra. Agent Provocateur. Though I hardly think he cares." She looked at it, then back up at me. "Do you like it?" Her question seemed to be equally teasing and sincere. "It's the only open cup bra I own. I'm not sure what kind of statement it makes. 'I'm slutty but I went to the trouble of putting something on?' I don't know. I like the feeling of wearing a bra and knowing that there's really nothing there. I'm certain everyone thinks I'm wearing a bra. At least it looks that way under my blouse. You can see the shoulder straps." 749 The man moaned loudly. "Shhhhh," she chided softly. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth again. She worked his cock for a few moments, then shifted her legs so she could lower herself closer to him. She swallowed him, burying her face in his wiry, matted pubic hair. 750 I watched in horror and disgust and painful arousal. My own cock strained uncomfortably against my jeans. 751 He moaned loudly again and she withdrew his entire length from her throat, gasping for air. She stroked him while she caught her breath. She shook her hair over her shoulders and gazed at me again with her pale blue eyes. The small light cast a bluish pall on her skin and she looked almost comically icy despite the unseasonably warm temperatures for September. 752 She smiled and massaged her breast. "You like them?" she asked. "Roy bought them for me after Abe was weaned. He said my formerly magnificent boobs needed a restoration after all the mileage Abe had put on them." Her brow furrowed. "They're really nice. I don't need a bra at all." After a slight pause, she reached behind her back, shrugged her shoulders, and the bra-that-wasn't slid down her arms. She switched the cock to her other hand and let it slide off the rest of the way, tossing it me. "Hold onto that for me, will you?" she winked. 753 I glanced around, nervous for the first time. The bra had really been no clothing at all, but this was symbolically more brazen. I shook my head, feeling foolish. Jules was sucking some strange man's dick in an alley near the waterfront. Anyone could walk by and see this and we'd all be up shit creek. 754 "Not down here," she said like she was reading my mind. "People coming from the bars and restaurants will be heading for the Spring Garden Station or to one of the parking lots in the opposite direction from us. Besides, no one walks into a dark alley at this time of night. Except us, I mean. The only thing we have to worry about is if there's a fire somewhere. The headlights from the fire trucks will light us up like daytime when they leave the firehouse." She noticed my nervous glance. "I'm mostly kidding about the firehouse." 755 The man moaned a low, rumbling protest as Jules released his cock and stood. He lifted his head to look at her. She was nearly six feet tall in stocking feet and tonight she wore midnight blue Manolo Blahnik pumps. Her large breasts were round and heavy, their man-made perfection marred only by the small tell-tale fold of skin near her arms that sometimes happened when a woman had implants that were too weighty. Her hips were wider than they'd been in college—likely a consequence of having had three children in the last ten years—but she was still stunning. Maybe even moreso now. Her face had lost all traces of baby fat that had remained from her youth and her elegant bone structure gave her a beauty that only comes with having won the genetic lottery. "Did you bring the condoms from the car?" she asked without looking at me. 756 "Yes," I replied, sounding small and alien. She continued to stand by him, unmoving except for her fingertips that absentedmindedly rubbed against her mons. I retrieved a condom from my pocket and held it out to her. I waited. The world seemed to have stopped. I knew there were things happening all around us. The noise of nightlife. The drone of traffic along I-95. But the world had stopped in our alley. Then she moved. 757 I watched with rapt attention as she swung her leg over to stand astride him. He grinned, a rotting, dirty grin, squinting his eyes nearly shut in pure joy with the thought of what was, beyond all probability, about to happen. She looked down at his cock, but stood there without moving. Was she having second thoughts? 758 Suddenly she squatted. I glanced at the condom in my outstretched hand, then quickly forgot it as she reached under herself and grasped his cock once more. She moved her panties to the side and began inserting him. "It's bigger than it looks," she whispered. She shuddered as she slowly took in his entire length. When he was fully inserted, she stopped and her body convulsed. She squeezed her knees together, a look of pain on her face. "Oh, God," she breathed, relaxing. "That was quick." 759 Her feet slid out behind her and her knees went to the ground. The man beneath her began humping up into her. "Slow down," she told him, a soothing tone in her voice. "Slowly." He ignored her, his hands reaching out to grasp at her smooth, ivory waist. He pounded into her like a jackhammer. Rather than try to stop him, she put her hands on his chest and arched her back, sliding her knees across the rough asphalt and spreading her thighs widely for him, her breasts bouncing violently. 760 His breathing grew ragged and fast-paced. "Are you gonna come?" she asked, sounding excited. A few seconds later he thrust into her and buried himself, lifting her knees off the ground. She gasped and a loud, hoarse groan escaped from the depths of this soul. "Oh, fuck," she said, a little too loudly for my comfort, throwing her head back, her body convulsing again. "Yes! Yes! Come in my pussy! Oh, God, yes!" The man reached up and locked onto her breasts as her body shook and jerked. "Oh, my God," she rasped several minutes later through clenched teeth, "he's still coming." 761 When their spasms had ended and their breathing had normalized, Jules stood and stretched her arms above her head like she'd just awoken from a pleasant nap. She turned to me, smiling broadly. The small light somehow brightly illuminated a strand of semen that was swinging between her legs. 762 I stared, speechless, as come streamed down the insides of her thighs and realized I was still holding the condom out towards her. She looked at my outstretched hand and reached between her legs. "Oops," she whispered, and shrugged. She brought her fingers to her mouth. "Oh, Matthew," she said, "you really need more fruit and vegetables in your diet." She licked her fingers clean and readjusted her panties. 763 Smiling at me again, she walked over and took the condom, then put it back in my pocket. She pecked me on the cheek and turned back to the man, who was now pulling his pants onto his legs. "I'm not sure if I'm having office hours next week, Matthew," she told him quietly. "I'm working a lot of overtime this weekend so Gordy will have enough material for the story he's writing." 764 'Matthew' looked confused. He stared at her silently before grumbling a mild protest I couldn't make out, then shuffled away. *She's insane*, I thought. *She's lost her damned mind.* 765 Jules scanned the ground around her, turning to her left and right. "Have you seen my bra?" she asked. "I can't see where I placed it. I'd hate to lose another one, not that Roy would notice, but it seems like a waste at $675 a pop." She paused and cocked her head to the side, then laughed lightly. "So to speak." She examined the ground around her for a few more moments, then shrugged again. "Oh, well. Let's go. We have places to be." She started walking towards the street. 766 "Jules, are you, well,...going like that?" I asked, and quickly caught up. I felt something at my rear and reached back. It was her 'bra' stuck in my back pocket. I yanked it out and nudged her arm with it. 767 She glanced down. "Perfect! Hold onto it for me." Her pace quickened as she headed out of the alley. A car drove by and honked. Brake lights came on and it screeched to a halt. Jules seemed to care not. I hurried to the car, furiously tapping the unlock button on my key fob. She calmly opened the door and climbed in as I sprinted around to the other side. The stopped car had started to reverse as I pulled away from the curb. I quickly turned at the next intersection. 768 "Ooo! Do you have any Kleenex?" Still concentrating on the road ahead and the rear view mirror at the same time, I fumbled with the console. "Perfect!" she said, extracting a small box. She wadded a handful, pulled her panties to the side, and stuffed it in. "Probably not very healthy, but I didn't want to get your seat dirty. Watch out!" I was staring, shaking my head in disbelief, and nearly sideswiped an oncoming car. I quickly pulled into a nearby alley and turned off the lights. I was lightheaded. I felt sick. 769 "Are you okay? You look really pale, even for this light." 770 My head was pounding. I didn't know what to say. "I..." 771 "You didn't believe me," Jules said softly. "You think I'm crazy." 772 "That would be a start." 773 "I told you." 774 "I thought it was just dirty talk, like college," I protested. 775 "Dirty talk? Like coll—you think that was just talk?" 776 "It..." 777 "Oh, Gordy. You didn't know? I thought you knew." She looked at me miserably. "You didn't know." 778 I thought I might pass out. 779 ### 780 I'd met Julie Jensen at a party when we were freshmen in college. Jules was, then, a portrait of innocence in a cable-knit sweater and faded blue jeans with her blonde ponytail, bright smile, and clear, blue eyes. She was tall. That was the first thing I'd noticed after her smile. Her blue jeans were almost painted on, but not in an obscene way. She had long, slender legs and petite little ankles. 781 She'd noticed me staring and, instead of being put off, had approached and teased me about it. We'd hit it off instantly, with her joking that it was due to me being the only person at the party taller than her. We snuck her into my dorm room afterwards because we hadn't wanted to go our separate ways. We'd cuddled and tried to stay quiet so that my Bible-thumping roommate in the bunk below wouldn't run tattling to the Resident Assistant down the hall and get us written up for an honor code violation. 782 I'd finally gotten the nerve to kiss her at sunrise. When my roommate left for Sunday school, I was surprised when she stripped me naked and went down on me. It was the third blowjob I'd ever had, but the other two had been nothing like this and had only occurred after a copious quantity of quid-pro-quo. Julie had licked and sucked me like my cock was precious. I fell in love instantly. "I'm about to...," I'd started, and she doubled her efforts. I came and felt her push me into her throat. I'd never felt anything like it before. I cried out loudly as I released what felt like great, gushing torrents. 783 She waited patiently until I was done and slowly extracted herself, heaving for air. "Wow," she'd said, breathing heavily. "You'll do." She'd giggled and started removing her clothes. "I'll give you five minutes to rest and then it's my turn." She'd leaned back while I caught my breath and, placing one foot on each side of my waist, started touching herself. Of course I'd seen porn, but it was nothing like this soft, caring, up close, and personal experience. 784 Being only eighteen at the time, I was ready to go again in almost no time. We made passionate love for nearly an hour. It sounds corny, but when we finished together, I knew she was The One. We spent the following six months exploring each other and falling in love. 785 As happens in many relationships, time was our enemy. We grew too familiar. Passion turned into complacency. When Jules found me flirting with another girl at a fraternity mixer late in our sophomore year, she was devastated. We spent several months afterwards coolly going through the motions. I expected the break to come when our apartment lease was up and the wait was difficult for me. Our relationship may have hit a rut, but I still loved her. 786 One night, she surprised me. 787 "Do you have any fantasies?" she asked instead of the normal ante-slumber banter about what had happened on *The Amazing Race*. 788 "Like being a billionaire playboy?" I joked. 789 "No. Like...sexual fantasies." 790 "Sexual fantasies?" 791 "Yeah," she prodded. 792 "I...never really thought about it, I guess." 793 "Not at all?" She seemed disappointed. 794 "I don't know. I guess I...have, but I...I can't remember anything specific." 795 "No, no. Generally. Not a specific fantasy you jerk off to in the bathroom." 796 "Hey! That's not—" 797 She laughed. "Like I had no idea. Seriously, is there something you fantasize about when you do that?" 798 My ears burned. *Big tits*, I thought. *No foreplay. A girlfriend who didn't ask stupid questions or try to embarrass me.* 799 "Don't get mad," she frowned. "Here, I'll start. I have a fantasy about having sex in public where someone might see me. Not out in the open. Somewhere where anyone might be walking by and discover what I was doing if they would only pause to look." 800 "I—" 801 "And...then I have sex with them, too," she said quickly. Her eyes were wide, like she was surprised. I stared at her, blinking stupidly. She gazed back at me, a smile breaking out on her face. "So do you?" 802 "I..." My eyes were still wide. She looked at me expectantly. "How often do you fantasize about this?" 803 She hesitated. I didn't know for sure what she was thinking, but she seemed to have made up her mind about whatever it was. "All the time. I don't remember exactly when it started. Maybe I've always had these fantasies. But I really remember it after the Oklahoma State game. You remember? We parked at the Omni and went to that bar on Seventh. You kept teasing me under the table. You made me give you my panties and you kept teasing and teasing. We barely made it back to the car. Remember?" 804 She didn't wait for an answer. She was lost in her memory. "We went around the side of your car and I pulled up my skirt. Remember? Remember when that drunk guy stumbled into the parking garage and started peeing a few cars away from us? I was trying to get you to be still but you kept fucking me. I remember thinking 'What if he sees us?' But you kept going and I was sooooo turned on I thought 'So what? Let him watch.' Then it just popped into my head. 'Or let him join in.' And I came. Remember putting your hand over my mouth?" 805 A change had come over her. As she talked she'd wrapped her arms around herself and started squeezing her breasts together. By the end of the story she had grabbed her panties and pulled them tightly against her sex. I watched her, mesmerized. She realized what she was doing and stopped. 806 "So...that's...all the time now. Not at first. When you were still attracted to me." Her face flushed bright red and she looked sad. 807 "You think I'm not attracted to you?" 808 "You...I know you fantasize about what's-her-name. The girl you went to high school with. Piper." 809 "I don't." 810 "You do. Sometimes you talk in your sleep. And you were flirting with that A-Phi that looks like her," she said indignantly. 811 "I was," I admitted. "But I don't fantasize about Piper. Or Jamie. Her name is 'Jamie.'" 812 "Then who?" she demanded. 813 "You." 814 "Liar!" she spat. 815 "It's true!" I responded, surprised at her sudden anger. "I go in the bathroom and jerk off about that first night in my dorm room when you blew me like I was some sort of god. I jerk off thinking about the first time I came on your face and you walked down the hallway to the ladies' room looking like that. I can't believe there was no one around to see it! I wanted my shitbird roommate to know you weren't just beautiful—you were a total slut." 816 It was my turn for my eyes to pop wide in surprise. 'Slut' wasn't what I thought of her then. 'Nympho,' maybe. I waited for her to slap me. Instead, she jumped up from the bed and dragged me out onto the balcony of our small apartment. She ripped my boxers down and swallowed my cock immediately. I glanced around uneasily but groaned loudly as her head bobbed. 817 "What else do you jerk off thinking about?" she asked breathlessly as I slid from her lips. She slipped her panties off and flung them to the side. She was like a different person. "What else?" She took me in her mouth again. 818 I struggled, unable to concentrate on anything but her soft, warm mouth. "I...I want to...come inside you. Without a condom." 819 She flopped eagerly onto the chaise next to us and spread her legs, beckoning with her finger. Her face and her chest were bright red. "Come inside me." I hesitated. She reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling me between her obscenely spread legs. I felt her guide my cock inside her. She was hotter than I'd ever felt before. "Do you like fucking me out here? Where everyone can see?" she whispered into my ear. "Would you like it if someone watched us fuck? Would that be slutty? Would you like it if I was a slut? Do you want me to be your little slut? Do you like it when I say 'fucking' instead of 'making love?' Is that slutty? Do you like to fuck me? Do you like to fuck my hot, wet pussy?" 820 Her dirty talk sent me over the edge and I released, moaning loudly enough for our neighbors to hear. Stars exploded in my eyes. A tingling sensation rippled from my lower back up my spine and out across my shoulders. I planted my hands on either side of her and arched my back, trying to push deeper. A sliver of light fell across my shoulder and onto the window behind Jules. I opened my eyes fully to the reflection of one of our neighbors peeking through their blinds at us. I felt Julie's body stiffen. She groaned dramatically, without shame. As I pumped the last of my come into her, I glanced at the silhouette reflected in the window behind her head. Whoever it was had stayed there and watched. 821 ### 822 I sat quietly, the noise from my engine the only sound. I could sense her looking at me. I didn't want to return her gaze. I wanted to be anywhere but here with her. 823 "Gordy, I...I wish I'd known." 824 "Please stop." My voice was lower than normal. 825 "Maybe I can explain." 826 "I don't think you can. I don't want you to explain." I was surprised at how calm I sounded given the tumult of thoughts and emotions coursing at light speed through every cell in my body. "I'm going to drop you at home." 827 "But, Gordy, I—" 828 "Don't." 829 "Okay," she said quietly. Her door opened. 830 "What are you doing?" 831 Chapter 4.2 "I still have therapy. Much needed therapy. Go home if you want. I can't." 833 "Of course you fucking can," I hissed. "Get back in the car!" 834 "No. My night isn't over. Can you hand me my coat?" 835 I stared at her, trying to slow down the rush of memories that were exactly as I remembered them to be and somehow completely different at the same time. She was still beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than she was in college. Inexplicably, she still had that look of innocence about her, despite the fact that she was standing in an alley in her panties while some unknown man's semen slowly oozed out of her. 836 "Look, Gordy, I'm sorry that this came as a shock to you. Had I known I never would have brought you along. I would have maybe eased you into it, if at all. But either hand me my coat or take me to my next session. Okay?" 837 I blinked at her stupidly. She stood there for a few more moments, then climbed back into my car. 838 "Come on," she said gently, and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Let's go." 839 I backed out of the alley and continued down Spring Garden Street. We drove in silence. After that night on our balcony, our sex life...changed. At first we had sex in public, but secluded, places. A park bench in a remote corner of a park at night. A bathroom stall in the ladies' room on the fifth floor of the ACES Building. A dark corner of a parking garage. Then we got bolder. A study carrel in the Undergraduate Library. The walkways along Waller Creek near Sixth Street. 840 When we went off the deep end, we plunged headfirst. Jules met the neighbor who'd watched us on the balcony and invited him to watch up close. We drank too much one night and she ended up blowing him while I fucked her from behind. Then she put a posting on Craig's List seeking voyeurs. One night we had ten strange people, men and women, in our small apartment watching me fuck Jules in two dozen different positions. Then we combined the two, putting on a live sex show for a twenty people in an open field off of Airport Boulevard. I went on inactive status with my fraternity. My life revolved around my adventures with Jules and doing enough with everything else to keep my parents off my back. 841 On the nights that we'd stayed in, whether from mental or physical exhaustion, we told each other stories. Julie's usually had something to do with anonymous partners and sex in public. Mine were summaries of stories I'd found on the Internet or an embellished rehash of something we'd done. As our adventures grew bolder and riskier, Julie's stories grew dirtier and more perverted—tipping for a pizza by blowing the delivery guy, or jerking off a homeless man, or inserting a funnel into her pussy and letting some anonymous guy jerk off into it. Eventually, Jules took over as the sole storyteller. Her creativity was limitless. Her stories had been so detailed, so... 842 *Real.* 843 "Turn here," she said, jolting me from my thoughts. "On 22nd." 844 I drove slowly through the neighborhood. I knew this wasn't exactly a rough part of Philadelphia, but relative to other cities... 845 "Turn up ahead," she directed, "and park wherever." 846 "Eastern State Penitentiary?" 847 "Yep. Spooky, isn't it? Rumor is it's actually haunted. They should be finished putting up the Halloween stuff soon. Want to go when it opens?" 848 Strangely enough, her attempt at normal conversation made the moment seem even weirder. Like a mucus-spewing Martian trying to have a casual conversation about the weather forecast. "Were all the stories you told me in college true?" I blurted. 849 "Yes," she said simply and without hesitation. 850 "And all the stories you've told me over the last few months were—" 851 "—true." 852 "All of them." 853 "Yes. There's a parking spot." 854 "What?" 855 "A parking spot," she pointed. I shook my head, but did as she wished. Jules got out, still clad only in her thong and Manolo pumps. She shook out her hair and it fanned across her back and around her shoulders, then tossed her coat onto the car seat. "Come on," she said and headed into the alley. 856 I followed for a few steps, then stopped and looked around, suddenly nervous. There were two couples walking in the direction we'd come from and hadn't seemed to have noticed that a tall, naked woman had just walked into the alley. I looked the other way and saw no one. For a moment, I thought about leaving her, about getting out of the craziness she'd dropped on me. Images of her from her stories danced across my mind. I remembered how her stories never failed to arouse me in college and now felt betrayed and ashamed. 857 I was still aroused even now and felt shame again. I glanced down the alley where she was some fifty or sixty feet away. She had squatted near a dumpster and appeared to be talking to someone, but I couldn't see who or hear what was said. I saw two feet slowly sprout from behind the dumpster and saw her reach. She appeared to be moving her arm up and down. 858 ### 859 About halfway through our junior year, she told me she'd been walking back from class to our apartment off of San Gabriel. A man had asked her for the rest of her bottled water. He hadn't seemed like the typical Drag Worm who hung around the UT campus. Drag Worms asked for money or cigarettes, smelled like cloves or patchouli, loitered in packs, and climbed into their daddy's or mommy's hand-me-down BMW or Mercedes when they'd had enough for the day. 860 This one had asked for water. 861 So Jules took pity on him and gave him her bottle. A few steps away, pity got the best of her. She turned and went into one of the corner stores that dotted West Campus, bought cold water, bananas, an apple, some pre-made sandwiches, and some bottled soup. She returned to him with her plastic bag full of goodies and patiently waited while he tearfully stowed them in his rucksack. 862 He was older than the normal array of Drag Worms, she'd told me, and wore a tweed coat with elbow patches over his zip-up hoodie. We used to joke about the mildness of Austin winters, but she knew from talking to him that the cold in the few hours before sunrise could be a killer when you didn't have a roof over your head. Crumpled newspaper was an adequate insulator, he'd told her, but so many people were using the Internet for news now that discarded newspaper had become relatively scarce. 863 He'd thanked her and went on his way, but she couldn't let go of her concern. She rummaged around and found REI sleeping bags we'd bought for a camping trip we never went on and headed out to find him. She scoured a dozen blocks of West Campus before finding him using air conditioner condensate to wash himself. She was embarrassed and shocked, she'd said, and so was he. But she couldn't help noticing that he was huge. 864 After he'd covered up, she set the sleeping bags near his rucksack. He teared up again and thanked her profusely. He spent so much time on the necessities, she'd thought, he probably had little time for pleasure. She frowned. 'Leisure' she'd meant. Surely she'd meant 'leisure.' 865 The image of his huge cock jumped into her head. Subconsciously she reached out while he babbled his gratitude and touched the lump in his pants. He froze. She didn't know why she'd done it and looked up at his surprised face. She reached out again and ran her hand along the length of it. She wanted to stop but something compelled her. She saw her other hand move to unzip his pants. He moved not an inch. She watched, disconnected, as her hands extracted the huge cock. It was limp. Maybe he was afraid. Maybe he was uncertain. Maybe it wasn't possible. 866 She began stroking him as they both otherwise remained still. "He didn't smell that bad," she'd told me. "He mostly smelled kind of like that pink liquid soap you used to see in convenience store bathrooms until they made everything touchless. You remember? The kind that had the plug in the bottom that you had to press up to release the soap?" It took little coaxing for him to grow to his full, bloated size. 867 It was her favorite story to tell me. On the first telling of the story, she'd only given him a handjob. When I heard it I was captivated. He was long enough that she could use both hands on him at the same time. She'd pulled up her sweatshirt and bared herself to him and he'd come all over her chest. It was dirty and nasty, but, strangely, with a hint of raw innocence. That she cast herself as the main character made it all the more evocative. 868 On the first retelling, it was a blowjob. As good as she was at handjobs, she couldn't get him to come and had finally taken the plunge and used her mouth on him. She couldn't fit him in her throat, but had taken him as far as she could and swallowed every gush of his hot come. 869 On the third retelling and each retelling after, she'd had sex with him there in the alley near Bert's Bar-B-Q in broad daylight with other students walking on the sidewalk less than thirty feet away. She'd been so turned on by the size of his cock and the thought of how perverted it would be for a beautiful, blonde coed to fuck a homeless man that she had pulled down her yoga pants past her ass and tried to let him fuck her from behind. 870 When that wasn't working the way she'd wanted, she kicked off her Salomon trail shoes and stripped completely out of her Lululemons. She'd laid down on the hard ground and pulled her legs back against her chest. He'd fallen on her like a lion upon its prey. She watched with bated breath as he positioned his fat cock and pushed into her in one delicious, painful invasion. 871 She was barely ready for it and it had hurt terribly and felt amazing at the same time. "It was like much needed therapy, you know?" she'd told me once. "He spent so much time trying to find food and clean water and a dry, safe place to sleep, that he never had any time to even think about things like TV and hanging out with friends and sex. Now that he had life's necessities, at least for the night, he had time for something extra. Something for the soul." 872 He'd pistoned in and out of her for less than thirty seconds, making a loud slapping sound against her lithe, creamy white thighs, before he made one last push as deep as he could go, stretching her like she'd never been stretched before. 873 It hadn't dawned on her until that second that she hadn't given a thought to what diseases he might have or that she might get pregnant and, for an instant, she thought about pushing him off of her and making him come on her stomach, or on the ground. She'd already let him fuck her. She'd done enough. It wouldn't be an insult, she'd thought, but the one logical choice she'd made in a series of illogical choices. The feeling of his pulsing cock, followed quickly by the first gush of warm come against her insides, filled her mind only with the undeniable need to spread her legs wider, and angle her sex better, so that he could go deeper and fill her with as much as she could hold. She orgasmed so intensely she nearly passed out. 874 They lay together for several more minutes until he climbed off of her and left her there, taking in great gulps of oxygen, her legs limp across the cold pavement. He wasn't sure what to say and glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes. She sat up and hugged him, then thanked him, then fumbled for her backpack and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, then changed her mind and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, then grabbed all of the cash she had and shoved it into his hands. He sat stock still, a look of utter confusion on his face. 875 She pecked him on the cheek and thanked him again, then grabbed her backpack and headed for our apartment. So lost in her euphoria was she that it took three blocks before she realized she'd left her shoes and her pants in the alley behind Bert's. She returned and retrieved them, faintly hoping that he was still there, but he'd disappeared. She was disappointed enough that, in her preoccupation, she *carried* her shoes and pants back to our apartment. Luckily, she'd told me, she hadn't met a single soul on the short walk. West Campus often became like a ghost town late in the Fall Semester after football had ended and finals were around the corner. 876 It took less than an hour for her to realize she wanted him again. It was dirty and perverse. She quickly pulled on a pair of running shorts and went looking for him. 877 ### 878 A noise roused me from my thoughts and I saw that she was now on her back in the middle of the alley, her feet in the air, while someone humped into her. I glanced up and down Fairmount Avenue again and, seeing no one, slowly headed towards them. It still didn't make sense, but I was seeing her stories with greater clarity now. I hadn't questioned before why each story seemed to be mostly the same with new additions at the end or new details every time. 879 That first day she hadn't been able to find him, but the next day saw him washing his clothes at the laundromat next to Bert's. She wasn't sure at first, because he looked clean and was wearing clothes that seemed new. She'd stood outside and waved to him and he'd stood there, blinking rapidly like he'd been concussed. She'd finally managed to talk to him and he'd put her money to good use, washing his old clothes and buying some used camping equipment at a pawn shop at the north end of the Drag. 880 He was grateful, he'd told her, for giving him a new lease on life. She told him he could pay her back by taking her behind the laundromat. She'd said he'd asked her if she was his guardian angel or if there was a devilish trick somewhere in all of this. She'd responded by pulling up her skirt and showing him that she wore no panties. He hadn't come as copiously as he had the day before, but he'd stretched her again and filled her up again and she'd had another intense orgasm. 881 My footfalls grew fainter and slower as I watched the man on top of her pounding into her for all he was worth. Her moans and grunts were low, but unmistakeable, and I wondered how people who lived in the nearby lofts and apartments could ignore it. Maybe it was something they'd grown accustomed to. I was nearly to them when I heard her tell him to come inside her. 882 That had been her favorite part of the story when we were in college. It was like a game in her story. She went looking for the homeless man, found him, fucked him, and begged him to come in her. The sensation was indescribable, she'd said. He was so big and the way his cock pulsed inside her when he came and the sheer quantity of what he gave her and the warmth...the feeling was beyond words. 883 They fucked in alleys around West Campus, their favorite behind the one behind Bert's where they'd had their first tryst, and around campus. During the day she was his fucktoy and during the night and on weekends, she was mine. In the fall semester of our senior year she was elated for him when he got a job at 7-Eleven on the Drag, but he no longer needed her therapy the way he had before and she grew disconsolate. 884 That's where the stories changed. I hadn't drawn the connection between her sadness in her stories and her general cheerlessness. I'd chalked it up to nostalgia in our senior year and knowing that we would be moving in different directions. I'd decided to attend graduate school at Dartmouth. She had also been admitted to Dartmouth, but was leaning towards taking a job in Philadelphia working at a conservative economic think-tank, and was unhappy that I wouldn't reconsider attending Penn. Penn had taken its sweet time with admissions and had offered an underwhelming financial package. Dartmouth had been much more welcoming and generous. I expected her to decide on Dartmouth. Our relationship was too important. 885 To my shock, she took the job in Philadelphia. We fought and cried and fucked and fought on the day she told me she'd accepted the job and sent her rejection to Dartmouth. Several months later, I stood in our empty apartment and cried. I'd dropped her at the airport that morning. On the silent ride to Austin-Bergstrom I'd wanted to beg her to come to Dartmouth with me and had, as we neared the airport, even considered telling her that I would go to Philadelphia. Instead, I remained silent. She'd sat there, waiting, and finally pecked me on the cheek and rested her forehead against my face for a moment before running into the terminal. I knew she was crying. I felt her tears on my cheek. 886 We'd had a going-away session the night before, inviting some of our regulars, and had gotten too drunk and high and too involved with our guests. I'd gone out on the balcony for a cigarette, only to return and see her fucking one of our guests and blowing another. Despite all of her stories, I wasn't prepare for this. I'd responded by hate-fucking an overly-tattooed stripper with giant bolt-ons. 887 Julie and I stared at each other across the living room floor. "Come in my pussy!" she'd told the man fucking her while she looked into my eyes, then she'd looked up at the man she'd been blowing and said, "You, too, okay? You want to come inside me? Give me your come!" The man on top of her grunted several times, then withdrew and the man at her mouth quickly took his place. He came in her seconds later. My cock throbbed. I watched, my anger mounting, as a man who'd been jerking off suddenly fell between Julie's legs and quickly planted himself inside her. "Ooooooh," she moaned, "give me your come!" 888 This wasn't anything we'd ever agreed on. It turned into a full-fledged gangbang. Each of the other six men at our party took turns fucking and coming inside Jules. I felt the tingling in my groin when the last one stood up and knew I was close. Frankentits told me I could come in her, but I jumped up and quickly pounced on Julie. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back, but I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed as hard as I could, getting just the head in as she screamed and I came. 889 "Please," she'd whispered in my ear as I felt her relax, "put it all the way in. Fuck my ass, daddy. Fuck my little asshole. No one has ever fucked my virgin asshole before." It took effort, but I pushed balls deep inside her and tried not to think about the come of ten men running out of her pussy and onto my cock as I fucked her ass until I went limp. "I love you, Gordy," she'd whispered through gritted teeth when I collapsed on top of her. 890 I don't know when or how our 'guests' left, but I woke up some time later with all of them gone and my shriveled cock still inside her. We'd slept on the floor that night. When I woke in the morning she had cleaned up the mess from the night before and had already showered. 891 ### 892 It's cliche, but time passes with greater speed as more time passes and it doesn't take long before it seems like there is more time behind you than in front of you. We loved each other too much not to reconnect, at least initially. After a few weeks we began talking through e-mail, then on the phone, then had several weekend getaways in the following few months. Then one getaway was cancelled due to something or other, then the rain check weekend was cancelled for the same reason. The phone calls were fewer and further between. Then the e-mails stopped. 893 Time and distance served as inadequate buffers. Even though we had neither spoken nor seen each other in well over a year, my heart broke when she called to tell me she was getting married. She'd wanted me to hear directly from her rather than through the grape vine and had asked to see me before her wedding day arrived. I stiffly congratulated her and hung up before she could respond. 894 I finished my masters degree, then my doctorate. By then we'd reconnected on Facebook as an afterthought and I watched from afar as her Facebook stream filled with photos of her first baby, Abe, then her second, Tom. I mostly ignored it. I bounced around the northeast as an underpaid history professor before taking a tenure-track position at Drexel. I had little self-realization that my new job would put me within a few miles of Julie. 895 Chapter 4.3 My first novel, a murder mystery set in the early days of the American Revolutionary War, was published during my first year at Drexel and congratulatory flowers from her magically appeared at my office. I'd been at Drexel for three years and was on a local book tour to promote my second murder mystery, this one set with the First Continental Congress as the backdrop, when I ran into Julie purely by chance outside of Barnes & Noble on Rittenhouse Square. We went to Lacroix to catch up and she told me she'd read my first book. She had to get home to her kids, but wanted to stay in touch. 897 I assumed she was just being polite. It was the kind of thing people say to people they used to know. 898 I watched as another man materialized from behind the dumpster to crawl between Julie's legs. I shook my head, now mostly numb to what I was witnessing. I was mildly surprised several months earlier when she'd called my office out of the blue to invite me to coffee and had responded to my silence by telling me she'd meant it when she said she wanted to stay in touch. 899 We met and mostly talked about my books. We went for lunch several more times, which evolved into drinks at happy hour, and, eventually, dinners at increasingly expensive restaurants. Several weeks back she'd referred to our dinner as a "date" and I'd jokingly referred to myself as her "manstress." She'd blushed and I'd felt like I'd overstepped some unknown boundary. 900 To my surprise, she told me that her marriage to Roy had been a sham for years, that he spent most of his time away on "business" even though they both knew he had multiple ongoing affairs and was actually rotating amongst them, and that her only exposure to him in the last two years had been over the phone. Somewhere it registered in the back of my mind that her youngest, Noah, wasn't two years old yet, but she stole my attention by quickly transitioning into talking about our college days and the amazing sexual experiences we'd had. 901 She spoke at length about our last night together in our old apartment, reliving every prurient detail to the consternation of the old couple seated nearest us. As she went on she began massaging me under the table with her foot. We left before dessert arrived, hurriedly throwing cash on the table. In the parking garage she'd lifted her skirts to show me she wore no panties, just like the night after the Oklahoma State game in the Omni parking garage, and I, powered by thirteen years of anger and confusion and desperate wanting, gave not a single thought to Roy or her kids as I fucked her against the wall next to my car. 902 The following weeks quickly evolved into a full-blown affair. The formality of dinner, or lunch, or happy hour, or coffee, was discarded with no fanfare and we carried on shamelessly and without secret—even more so than I actually realized. Jules jumped enthusiastically into our former routine and before, during, and after sex she told me new stories about "helping those who really needed it," having realized at some point after moving to Philadelphia that "there were others in need of therapy." 903 I was amazed at the variation in her stories now, and the depths of her imagination. A few days earlier we had taken the PATCO across the Delaware River to a party in Haddonfield, an upscale township in New Jersey, and were late getting back to the station. We'd barely missed the next-to-last return train. 904 There was no one on the platform with us and Jules began rubbing my groin and telling me a story about how she'd provided "group therapy" with five "very troubled" men and that one of them was likely Tom's father because she was ovulating at that time and had been filled with so much come that it was still oozing out of her several days later. They'd taken her every way possible, she'd told me, vaginally, anally, orally, two at a time, three at a time. She'd even had two of them in her vagina at the same time when one had tried to mount her from the rear when she was riding someone else. 905 The last train back to Phila had interrupted us on the platform, but we continued when we were presented with a completely empty car. On the train as she rode me she told me a story about how she'd provided therapy to twelve different men in one night. "I'm certain," she said breathlessly as she humped against me, "that Noah was conceived that night." 906 I was completely exhausted by the time we made it back to her house. As we crashed, she told me a story about how she had gone with Roy to a "key" party at a stunningly large home in Gladwyne. They were supposed to pair up according to whose keys they extracted from a bowl, but she was so unfulfilled by her partner and so excited by what was happening all around her that she'd slept with every man there, including the staff. Thirty-six men in all. "Except for Roy," she'd added sleepily. "He was scandalized and left with someone else's wife after the third man." 907 She yawned loudly and snuggled against my chest, a hard nipple poking my side. "Anyway, that was the night Abe was conceived. Looking back, it was thrilling only because of how many men there were. The sex was actually pretty boring. But I just laid back in the living room and took them all, one after another." When we woke the next morning, she made me a stunning breakfast and told me she'd been thought about it quite a bit and wanted me to ghost-write her stories. 908 "I know it's not exactly what you do—not even close—but you're such a good writer. I know you would do them justice." She said her therapy calendar was blocked out for the upcoming weekend and I should be at her house by ten o'clock because that's when she liked to get started. "And I'm ovulating this weekend," she'd wickedly whispered in my ear. 909 *There were signs*, I concluded. *Was I that dense? Or was it just so fantastical that I refused to believe it? And what the fuck am I doing? I should get the fuck out of here.* 910 "Oh, Samuel! Oh, God! You're sooooo big! Oh, God, you're stretching out my dirty little pussy! Oh, no! Don't pull out! Come inside me!" I looked up the alley to see that Julie had wrapped her legs around 'Samuel' and had looked her ankles behind him. He had thrown his head back and was jerking around like he was the recipient of intermittent jolts of electricity. 911 I looked down at the bulge in my pants. "Traitor," I whispered. I ambled slowly towards them and was near enough when 'Samuel' extracted himself to hear the squelching sound her pussy made. 'Samuel' pulled up his pants and, glancing nervously at me, quickly retreated in the opposite direction. 912 Julie lay on the ground, her legs spread wide. There was just enough light to reveal the glistening mess between her legs and the goosebumps that covered the rest of her. Her breasts were firm and perfectly round on her heaving chest. When she was breathing normally again she sat up and looked at me, smiling. "I have other appointments, but I think I'm ready to call it a night," she said. "Unless..." 913 "Unless what?" 914 Jules looked at my crotch and reached out to touch the painful lump in my pants, then looked up at me again, her eyebrows raised. Then she laid back down on the concrete and spread her legs. I hesitated for a second, then undid my belt and fell on top of her. She smelled like sex and body odor. 915 As I stabbed, disgustedly, at the sticky mass between her legs, she interrupted me. "Wait! Wait a sec." She reached and fumbled with something, then, triumphantly showed me a slimy little thing that looked like a sailor's hat. "Cervical cap," she responded to my quizzical look. "Won't be needing it for you." She tossed it past her head and reached down with her other hand and guided me into her. I tried to think only about how warm and wet and soft she was and not about why. 916 As my pace picked up and I could feel the tingling in my balls, she whispered in my ear, "I hope yours win." 917 https://www.literotica.com/s/a-weekend-of-discoveries Chapter 5.1 "Should we leave the windows open tonight?" Nikki asked me. "I love the fresh air." 920 "Yea, let's do that. It shouldn't get too cold tonight." I replied. 921 "Oh, don't worry. If you get cold, I'll warm you up." Nikki replied with a sly grin on her face. 922 "And I love the ways you do that." I replied as I pulled my wife into a big hug and kissed her passionately. 923 We lived in the foothills of the Rockies where we had a fabulous view of the mountains from our living room, and a view of the valley below from the master bedroom of our second floor apartment. The seasonal changes from spring to summer had brought warmer days, and nights that were crisp but not cold. We could finally open the windows and let the gentle breezes remove the stale air which had been kept inside all winter. We also left all the inside doors open to the rooms, so the air could flow through the apartment. We didn't consider it a problem leaving our bedroom door open at night since it was only the two of us living there. 924 Nikki and I were married two years ago, right after we graduated from college. She had a degree in nursing and now worked at the local hospital. I had a degree in computer science, focused on security issues. Using my computer skills I lived the saying: 'It takes a hacker to stop a hacker.' I was employed by a cyber security firm and worked remotely. My home office was in our guest bedroom. This setup wasn't usually a problem as we seldom had overnight guests staying with us. 925 "We should get outside this weekend." Nikki said as she turned down the bed and stripped out of what clothes she wore. Our usual attire at home, when it was just the two of us, was simply a t-shirt and underwear; cotton boxers for me and low-rise hipster panties for Nikki. We always slept in the nude. 926 Stripping off my clothes, I turned off the bedroom light, and joined Nikki in bed. The large open window had a great view at night of the lights of the city in the valley to the east. Our apartment was situated on a hillside in a way that no one could see in our bedroom window. We could enjoy the view, without risking that anyone could see us. A nearly full moon was just beginning to rise above the horizon. 927 "Outside?" I responded to my wife. "Should we go hiking Saturday or do you prefer camping overnight?" 928 "The moon should be full this weekend. You know I love to go camping with a full moon." Nikki replied in a sultry voice as she snuggled next to me. 929 Our sex life was very good, but there was something about camping outside in nature, under a full moon, that really lit a sexual fire in Nikki. On such camping trips, we often had wild sex three or four times each night. 930 "Camping it is!" I said enthusiastically. 931 We were laying on our sides, hugging each other as we spoke and kissed. The thought of camping, and the accompanying sex I anticipated, had my cock growing and throbbing. 932 "I can feel your eagerness." Nikki said as she felt my cock pressed against her stomach. She rolled on top of me. 933 "I am. Ready for a late night snack?" I whispered in her ear. 934 The phrase 'late night snack' was our euphemism for '69' oral sex, our usual form of sexual foreplay. I loved eating her pussy and I loved the way she sucked my cock. We always perform oral on each other until she had at least one, if not two, orgasms. Then I knew she was ready for actual intercourse. 935 I should mention that most of our sexual activities were done with her on top in the dominant position. '69' was done with her on top. Intercourse was almost always her on top, cowgirl style. There were two reasons for this. First, Nikki was quite petite, only 5'2" and barely 105 pounds. She had a tiny frame; a 33 B-cup chest, 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and tremendous smile made an excitingly attractive package. The second reason was that she was sexually aggressive and often took the lead in all things sexual. This was somewhat different from her public personality which was very pragmatic and cautious while always remaining very friendly. She may have been quiet in public, but she was a firecracker in the bedroom, or wherever we were having sex. 936 And I am also on the small size. I am only 5'7" and 140 pounds of lean muscle. I worked out daily to maintain low body fat. Nikki and I were both very athletic, which made for some incredible sex. 937 Without verbally answering my question, Nikki had rotated on top of me into a '69' position. She began licking and sucking my cock while caressing my shaved balls with one hand. She had lowered her silky smooth pussy down upon my face, my tongue easily slid into her, between her wet lower lips. The more I licked her pussy, the more she sucked my cock. 938 We went at it orally for perhaps half an hour. She had four orgasms. Her fluids flooded my mouth and covered my face. I had come very near orgasm more than once. But Nikki could tell when I was close and simple backed off while squeezing the base of my cock to lessen my arousal. She knew how to prolong our sexual enjoyment. 939 Nikki rose off of me, rotated to face me. She was kneeling over me with my waist between her knees. When she lower herself down on my cock, it was rock hard and ready to burst. I loved the feeling of her hot wet pussy snugly wrapped around my aching cock. 940 "Damn!" I exclaimed. "It feels so fucking good." 941 "Did you expect something less?" she asked in a sarcastic voice. 942 She then started to ride me, using long slow strokes which became faster and faster. She knew what felt best for her, and felt really great for me as well. 943 It only took a few minutes of her quickly riding me to trigger our mutual orgasms. We screamed in unison. I exploded inside her and jetted stream after stream of my hot sticky cum deep within her. She continued to scream in pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through her body, causing her body to shake while her pussy tightly clenched my cock. 944 After a few minutes of experiencing a powerful orgasm, Nikki collapsed on top of me. I could feel our combined fluids leaking out of her pussy and down upon my thighs. Our bed would be wet tonight. 945 We kissed lovingly for a short while. Then I was deep asleep. 946 - - - - - 947 The next day, Friday, after Nikki got home from work at the hospital, we had a light dinner, we got comfortable (t-shirts and underwear), and we sat on the sofa watching movies and drinking beer. The work week was over and we looked forward to our over-night camping trip the next day. 948 Suddenly there was a loud banging on our front door and a female voice was screaming; 949 "Nikki! Nikki! Let me in! Please! Let me in!" 950 We immediately recognized Jenny's voice, Nikki's younger sister. I ran to the door, opened it, and Jenny rushed into the room and into Nikki's arms. She was crying hysterically. 951 "What am I to do? Help me! Help me!" Jenny begged through her tears. 952 "What's happened? Tell me." Nikki tried to console her sister. Then with a stern voice she added; "What's Brad done now?" 953 Nikki helped Jenny over to the sofa and told me to get a glass of water and some tissues. 954 Jenny was 18 months younger than Nikki, although they looked very similar. Both were petite with a slender stature. Both had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I could tell them apart by Nikki's wavy hair while Jenny's was more curly. Otherwise they could easily pass for identical twins. 955 The sisters had been very close to each other in high school, even though they were two grade levels apart. After high school, their paths in life had been somewhat different. Nikki went straight through college, got her bachelor's degree, got married, and went to work as a nurse. Jenny, on the other hand, had been in and out of college. Now she was back in college, also studying nursing, but was four years behind Nikki. She had just finished her sophomore year. We didn't see her very often, though the sister's talked by phone at least once a week. 956 Brad had been Jenny's boyfriend for about a year. Neither Nikki or I liked Brad, and Jenny was well aware of that. We thought Brad mistreated Jenny and disrespected her. But she loved him, and thought that he loved her. She had moved in with him at the beginning of the previous semester, something Nikki and I had argued against. Jenny did it anyway, causing some friction between the otherwise close sisters. If Jenny was in physical or emotional pain, Nikki and I both knew that Brad was likely the reason. 957 I returned to the living room and set the water and tissues on the table in front of Nikki, who was still holding her sister. I sat in a side chair and listened. Nikki got Jenny to stop crying and she begin to explain what had happened. 958 "He threw me out! That bastard! He threw me out!" Jenny said in an angry voice while still fighting back her tears. 959 "Really? What happened?" Nikki asked. 960 "He found a new girlfriend with bigger boobs! That bastard! He wanted bigger tits. Why do guys always want girls with big tits?" Jenny asked in a way to challenge all men. I stayed quiet and inconspicuous. Nikki came to the rescue of mankind, or at least some decent men. 961 "Not all men are bastards. Yes, some, like Brad, are no good. But most men are more interested in your heart and mind and not how big your tits are. Mike is an excellent example." Nikki told her sister, trying to console her, while waving a hand at me. 962 "He just threw me out! What am I to do? What can I do?" Jenny pleaded with us. 963 "You can stay here with us." I offered some support. 964 Nikki looked at me and smiled. I could tell that she was pleased that I offered to help her sister. 965 "Yes, you can stay here with us for now." Nikki continued. "Later we will help you get settled in your own place before school resumes in the fall. For now, the sooner you forget Brad, the better." 966 "You can stay in our guest room." I added. "We'll figure out what to do with my computer workstation before Monday." 967 Nikki glared at me. I supposed this was not the best time to be discussing my stuff. We needed to be focused on Jenny's needs. 968 Jenny had become quiet. She was tired, her energy spent by all the emotions of the day. She continued to sob quietly. Nikki continued to console her. A few minutes later, Nikki was helping Jenny to the guest bedroom. I put on some jeans and shoes and brought in some of Jenny's stuff from her car, primarily two suitcases that contained most of her clothes. By the time I got back to into our apartment, Jenny was asleep in bed. 969 "She's exhausted. Let her sleep." Nikki told me as she guided me back towards our bedroom. 970 The emotions of the evening's events had taken a toll on all of us. There would be no sex tonight for Nikki and me. 971 "We'll deal with this tomorrow." Nikki said. "Let's all get some sleep tonight." 972 We cuddled in each other's arms and fell asleep. 973 - - - - - 974 Saturday morning I awoke with Nikki giving me tender kisses while her hand was stroking my cock. 975 "I suppose that we're not going camping, so I thought a morning quickie would be next best." She seductively whispered in my ear. 976 I noticed our bedroom door was still open to allow the air to circulate. 977 "What about Jenny? Won't she hear us?" I asked. "Should I close the door?" 978 "I just checked on her and she is still fast asleep." Nikki replied as she stroked my cock a bit faster. It felt so good that I wasn't going to argue any more. 979 "Breakfast in bed?" Nikki added. This was our morning equivalent to 'late night snack'. 980 Nikki didn't wait for my response, and didn't need to. I've never turned down such an offer from her. She swung her leg over my head and pressed her pussy onto my mouth just as the soft sweet lips of her mouth engulfed my cock. My morning woody was especially hard and ached so good as she pleasured me. It didn't take many licks of her pussy before her own moisture began seeping out. I was loving the intense flavor of her pussy. Morning pussy always seemed to have a more robust flavor, and I was licking and sucking her with great enthusiasm. We energetically gave oral to each other for several minutes. Almost immediately after having her first orgasm, Nikki swung around into cowgirl position and slowly lowered herself onto my hard shaft. I was always amazed how incredibly good it felt each time her pussy engulfed my cock. 981 Instead of her usual fanatical fucking in an upright kneeling position, she laid down on my chest and we kissed lovingly while she slowly fucked me by rotating her hips. It was a tender, loving, sensual experience. While we both loved a physical, fast fuck, we also enjoyed slowly making love to each other. This was one of those times. My heart filled with love for her. And my arousal was climbing towards a powerful orgasm. I hoped that we would climax together. 982 When my orgasm hit, she muffled my screams of pleasure by covering my mouth with her mouth and shoving her tongue practically down my throat. She was also in the throes of a powerful orgasm, as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock. I could feel her body tremble as I held her tight in my arms. 983 After cuddling and kissing for several more minutes, Nikki rolled off and laid next to me. I thought I detected something, or someone, move in our doorway. 984 "Did you see that" I asked Nikki quietly. "Was that Jenny?" 985 "Yea, it was. She started watching us just after we began breakfast." Nikki replied. "Does that bother you?" 986 I was shocked by Nikki's comment. She was so calm about her sister watching us have sex. 987 "I don't know what to say." I started. "I didn't expect to have someone watch us making love. And especially not your sister after what she just went through. Weren't you shocked? 988 Nikki gave me a quick kiss followed by a smirk, as if to say 'Silly boy...'. 989 "I'm not shocked by Jenny watching anything we do." Nikki began. "I once watched her having sex." 990 "That was years ago when she was a high school senior and I was in college. During Christmas break I was home for the holidays, we shared a bedroom. One night I had gone out on a date, that went badly, and I came home much earlier than anyone expected. I told mom and dad I was going to bed. When I entered our bedroom, I found Jenny having sex with her boyfriend whom she had snuck into the bedroom through the window. I couldn't leave the room without raising questions with mom and dad, so I had to stay. Jenny and Jack fucked for another thirty minutes while I sat on my bed just a few feet away. It was erotic and funny that they were so young, horny, and energetic while at the same time trying to keep quiet. Jack left out the bedroom window about two minutes before mom poked her head inside our room to wish us a good night. Jenny and I nearly died laughing." 991 I laid there just stunned. 992 Nikki got out of bed and pulled on her panties and a t-shirt. 993 "I'm going to make some breakfast." she announced as she left the room. 994 Deciding I needed to wear something other than just my boxers, which had an open fly, I put on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt and joined Nikki in the kitchen. 995 I suspected that it was the aroma of bacon being cooked that brought Jenny out of her room. She was dressed in a skimpy pair of bikini panties and a cropped t-shirt that barely covered her small breasts. These exposed a lot of flesh between the high cropped shirt and the low waist panties. She was running her fingers through her curly golden hair as if her fingers were a comb. I noticed how similar Nikki and Jenny looked, even in their choice of attire - t-shirt and panties. I also noticed that Nikki didn't object to her sister's skimpy attire. 996 "How did you sleep?" Nikki asked Jenny as she continued cooking the bacon. 997 "Initially I slept soundly, I was so exhausted mentally and emotionally." Jenny said. "Then I started having dreams, or maybe they were nightmares, about events between Brad and me. I remembered all the times you told me that Brad was no good for me. By early morning I was lying in bed thinking about all this and wondering why I stayed with him at all." 998 As I listened to Jenny, I grew concerned that she would break down in tears at any moment. But her voice never quivered. 999 Jenny continued. "The good news is that I am so glad to have a sister and brother-in-law that love me. I realize that you were both right all along about what a scumbag Brad is. I should be glad he showed his true colors and kicked me out, as much as that hurt." 1000 "The good news?" Nikki repeated. "Is there also bad news?" I had been afraid to ask this question. 1001 "Will any guy love me and my small tits?" Jenny asked, almost pleading. "I think all guys want a girl with big tits." 1002 Nikki quickly responded. "My tits are the same size as yours, and Mike loves me more than anything, or anyone." She was trying to lift her sister's spirits. 1003 Jenny turned to me. "Mike, do you have a brother that will love me?" 1004 "No. You know I don't have a brother." I responded, as I was an only child. "But I'll love you." 1005 The moment I said that I wished I hadn't, as those words could be misconstrued to have another meaning. I remembered that Jenny had just an hour earlier watched as Nikki and I made love in bed. There was an awkward moment of silence. 1006 Suddenly Jenny perked up with a big smile. "So sister, you are willing to share Mike with me?" she asked with a playful voice. 1007 I was fearful where this conversation was going. Or maybe I was hopeful where it might lead. Loving Nikki was so very special. Maybe loving Nikki and Jenny would be twice as good. But I knew enough to keep my mouth shut for the time being. 1008 Nikki turned towards Jenny and me, held her finger to the side of her head and looked upward, as if contemplating the question seriously. 1009 "I think Mike and I should discuss that in private." she quipped. Then she quickly laughed and turned back to the bacon in the frying pan. 1010 "Maybe next time I need to sweeten the deal." Jenny remarked almost carefree. She turned and opened the refrigerator to take out some fruit from a lower shelf. She bent over, exposing her cute little ass. As her panties were so skimpy, she was showing mostly flesh. She playfully wiggled her ass at me. It was obvious that Nikki also witnessed that display. 1011 I was unsure what games the sisters were playing. Or how I fit into the plans that either of them hoped to make. The situation was becoming awkward and uncomfortable for me. I was glad the conversation quickly changed subjects. 1012 "Mike and I were going camping today, but I think we'll do that another weekend." Nikki told Jenny. "We could go hiking this afternoon. Care to join us?" 1013 "I would love to. Brad was never really interested in any outdoor activities. And you know I love to get outdoors." Jenny responded. 1014 The rest of breakfast was less eventful. While we ate, we talked about our shared love for the outdoors and the welcomed change in the weather. Afterward we made sack lunches for our hiking outing and then left for one of our favorite parks. Four hours hiking outdoors did wonders physically and mentally for all of us. 1015 - - - - - 1016 Later that night we were back in our apartment, watching movies on the television. The sisters were again dressed only in t-shirts and panties. I again wore my running shorts and a t-shirt. We were all comfortable on the sofa, sitting next to each other with our legs stretched out onto the ottoman. Initially Nikki was between Jenny and myself. Later I was in the middle, with both girls cuddled against me. It felt comfortable but I was still wondering where all this might lead. 1017 After midnight, we decided to call it a night. 1018 "Goodnight, Jenny. I hope you sleep well tonight." I said as we were about to head to separate bedrooms. 1019 "Goodnight Mike. Thanks for all your love and support. It means a lot to me." Jenny said and then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. 1020 Chapter 5.2 I turned to walk towards our bedroom. After a few steps I stopped and turned to look back at the sisters. They were holding each other in a loose embrace, talking softly about things I could not hear. Their embrace then tightened and they kissed each other for a long time, more like two lovers than two siblings. 1022 'How well did I know them?' I wondered. Maybe there was more to their relationship than I knew. 1023 Inside our bedroom, Nikki and I both stripped naked quickly. The light was off, the window and curtains were open. 1024 "Should I close the door?" I asked. 1025 "Leave it open so the fresh air can circulate through all the rooms." Nikki replied. 1026 The night outside was beautiful. The city lights twinkled down below and a full moon was just rising above the eastern horizon. 1027 Nikki and I were quickly in bed hugging and kissing. The events of the day had given me a very warm feeling about my wife, and our efforts to help her sister. 1028 I had to raise a topic that was discussed earlier. 1029 "So, this morning Jenny asked if you would share me with her. And you said that we needed to discuss that in private. I'm curious why you gave that answer?" I asked. 1030 "I said that because I did want to discuss that with you, in private." Nikki replied in a soft voice. 1031 "Are you really considering sharing me with Jenny? How would that work?" I knew the question was awkward, but I didn't have a better way to judge her intentions. 1032 Nikki was lying on her side next to me. As she began to speak, she was also stoking my cock slowly. She had my full attention. 1033 "Mike, you are an exceptional man, so caring, so supportive, and a fantastic lover. I feel so blessed every day that you are my husband. I also know that Jenny has never experienced any man with these qualities. She is now down on men, and low on self esteem. I love my sister very much, and I want to share you with her, so she will know how great it can feel being with a truly wonderful man such as yourself. You need to show her that there are exceptional men in the world, and I hope you can show her that she is a beautiful, desirable woman. Will you do this for her? For me?" 1034 Before I could vocalize an answer, my cock had a massive twitch. 1035 "I think your cock has clearly answered for you." Nikki said. 1036 "Mike, there are some things about my past that I haven't told you. Tonight may be a good time to share some of that." Nikki continued. "Until Brad entered her life, Jenny and I were really close to each other and we shared a lot, as sisters often do. Before we were allowed to date boys, we learned to kiss by kissing each other. I know you love the way I kiss. You can thank Jenny for that. She is just as good a kisser. We practiced a lot with each other including full open mouth, with tongues intertwined." 1037 The thought of Nikki and Jenny kissing each other, with passion, made my cock twitch in her hand. I was certain she felt that. 1038 "I know you watched us kiss goodnight just a while ago." Nikki added. 1039 "I did." I admitted. 1040 "We also learned to masturbate together." Nikki continued. "We would sit naked on a bed, facing each other, with our legs spread open. We would touch ourselves, our nipples, our pussy, our clits. We would slide a finger inside our pussy, and find our G-spot. We would tell each other what felt really good, and what got us off the best. We quickly learned how to have an orgasm by our own hand, and we enjoyed doing so almost every night." 1041 My cock had become very hard and was throbbing in Nikki's hand. The moonlight was enough for us to see each other. She rose up onto her knees, swung a leg over my waist, and lowered herself down upon my cock. Our eyes were locked upon the other's eyes. Slowly she was riding me as she continued her story. 1042 "Our kissing and masturbation sessions continued for a few months. Other than kissing, we never touched each other. One night Jenny told me something she had heard from another girl at school. Amy told her that her boyfriend used to put his face between her legs and lick her pussy. And that felt really good. Jenny's initial response was that it sounded disgusting, but Amy insisted it was really wonderful. I shared with Jenny that I had also heard a similar story." 1043 Nikki could tell that I was getting really horny listening to her story. From her upright position she smiled down at me, with a knowing look. She likely felt my hard cock twitch deep inside her. 1044 "You're really enjoying my story, aren't you?" Nikki changed the subject as she asked a rhetorical question. She knew by my cock twitches how I was feeling. 1045 "It is a hot story. You know that men love to hear girl-girl stories." I replied. 1046 Nikki continued to slowly ride my cock. Our eyes were still locked upon one another. 1047 Nikki turned towards the door, where Jenny was standing. Nikki waved her sister over to our bed. 1048 "How long have you been there?" I asked as I realized I hadn't paid attention to the open doorway and had no clue how much she had seen and heard. 1049 "Pretty much the whole time." Jenny replied. She was completely naked and got onto the bed initially in a kneeling position and then sat back on her heals. She was turned sideways to me, facing her sister, and her legs were spread apart. In the bright moonlight, I could see tuffs of her pubic hair, and knew she wasn't smooth shaved as Nikki was. Otherwise, they looked remarkably similar. 1050 Nikki, while still riding my cock, turned to face her sister. They both leaned toward the other and began a passionate kiss. Each had at least one hand upon the breast of the other. As they moaned in lust, my cock twitched again and I also moaned. 1051 The sisters broke their kiss. 1052 "Now, where was I?" Nikki asked as she attempted to resume her story. 1053 Jenny answered. "You were just beginning to tell Mike about the first time we discussed licking pussy." 1054 "Oh yea, right. Why don't you tell that part?" Nikki asked. 1055 I was feeling so many different things. I was extremely horny and it seemed that my wife intended to keep me that way by slowly riding my cock. I was still very curious about that 'sharing Mike' thing and how far that might go. I also was curious if they had ever shared another man before. And I wanted to hear the story of the sisters exploring oral sex. 1056 As Jenny began speaking, I noticed that the sisters continued to caress each other's breasts. 1057 "That night we were sitting naked on her bed, just beginning our masturbation session." Jenny spoke. "I told Nikki what Amy had told me about what her boyfriend did with her, you know, licking her pussy. I had never heard anything like that, and it sounded a bit disgusting to have someone's face in my crotch. Nikki told me she had heard a similar story from her friend Jane. Both Amy and Jane had insisted that having their pussy's licked was very pleasurable. And why would it be disgusting if it wasn't really that different than a girl sucking a guy's cock?" 1058 Nikki interjected; "As we were touching ourselves, and becoming horny, I think we were both curious about being licked 'down there', but had little idea about how to get a boy to do that. And maybe we weren't sure if we really wanted anyone to do that." 1059 "I was curious enough that I wanted to have someone lick me down there." Jenny continued their story. "I thought that maybe Nikki and I could experiment, as we had done with kissing. I told her I wanted to try it. I was willing to lick her pussy, if she would lick my pussy." 1060 "And remember, we had never even touched each other's pussy yet." Nikki added. After she said that she reached down and put her hand between Jenny's legs and began to finger Jenny's pussy. 1061 Jenny moaned, and my cock pulsed again. I wasn't sure how much of this I could take before losing my load. 1062 "I sensed that I wanted to try pussy licking more than she did. So I offered to lick her first." Jenny continued. "I had once smelled myself from my fingers after masturbating, and it wasn't bad. It was actually nice. As I moved my face closer to Nikki's pussy, I could smell her and it was similar to how I had smelled. I remember closing my eyes and sticking out my tongue. When I finally touched her lips, it was like a jolt of energy. It felt incredible and I began eagerly lapping her lips. I pressed my tongue against her and I remember how soft her lips were, and how wet things became." 1063 "I remember that first lick." Nikki again interjected. "The anticipation of her tongue touching me there. I too felt a jolt as she began licking me. I was instantly addicted to the feeling." Nikki turned to face Jenny and asked, "Did I ask you to insert a finger? Or was that your own idea?" 1064 I thought of the irony of that question as Nikki had one, or maybe two, fingers deep inside her sister's pussy at that moment. I was still amazed about our situation, Nikki and I having sex while her sister was there and they shared this erotic story with me. 1065 "I think that was my own idea." Jenny replied after a brief pause to collect herself. Nikki's fingers were having an effect upon Jenny. "I remember sliding a finger inside and finding your G-spot, not that I knew it by that name at the time. It was as if I had flipped a switch. You started bucking on my face and finger. You soon had an incredible orgasm. We had to quickly stifle your screams so as to not have mom and dad hear us." 1066 "That was my first great orgasm. I will always remember that." Nikki said and again leaned towards her sister and kissed her again. 1067 "I knew that I had to have you do the same to me. We had to wait for your orgasm to subside and then I practically forced you to lick me." Jenny said. 1068 "I don't think you had to force me. I just remember you were very impatient and wanted me to lick you as quickly as possible." Nikki retorted. 1069 "And you did an amazing job. That was my first mind-blowing orgasm. I too will always remember that day." Jenny added. 1070 Nikki pushed all the way down on my cock and held that position while her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock. She knew how to control my cock, and she did it so well. The suddenness of her actions caught me by surprise. I felt my balls draw up quickly and my cum race through my cock. I immediately had an intense orgasm and blew my load into her, just as she intended. She too had an orgasm and her pussy kept clenching my cock. Jenny was also aware of what was happening and enjoyed the experience. 1071 It had all been surreal. The two sisters calmly sharing their story about their own sexual explorations while the three of us had, what I assumed was, the first 3-way sexual experience for any of us. It certainly was the first 3-some I ever had. It was so erotic, so sexual, and so unexpected. But it wasn't over, yet. 1072 Nikki pulled off of me sooner that our usual. My cock was still mostly hard and was glistening in the moonlight as it was covered in a thick coat of our combined fluids. Nikki move to my side opposite from her sister. She leaned over and took a long lick of the fluids from her side of my cock. Then she back away, holding my cock upright at the base, as if offering my cock to Jenny. 1073 Jenny not only accepted the offer by taking a long lick of the other side of my cock, but she then swallowed most of my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked my cock clean. Only then did she back away and allow Nikki to take one last lick and suck. 1074 "Great clean up sis." Nikki told Jenny. 1075 I just laid there in complete bliss. I was sexually satiated. The sisters snuggled up on each side of me. 1076 "Did you like our story?" Nikki asked me. 1077 "Fucking fantastic." I replied. "You can tell me your stories that way anytime you like. 1078 "What other story would you like to hear?" Jenny asked in a teasing way. 1079 "You two have hinted all day about sharing me." I began. "I'm unsure exactly how you wish to share me. What does that actually mean? Do I have any say about this? And have you shared a man before?" 1080 Both sisters giggled at my questions. 1081 "Don't be concerned. We will take good care of you." Nikki replied in a sultry voice. 1082 There was obviously a lot I didn't know about my wife, or her sister. It appeared they were closer to each other than I knew. And they likely had stories to tell. 1083 "We could tell him the story about Joe, or was his name John?" Jenny said to Nikki. 1084 "I'll start." Said Nikki. "It was Jenny's 20th birthday. I was 21 at the time. This was before you and I met, and at the time both Jenny and I were without boyfriends. We decided to go to a club and pick up a couple of guys for some fun. Jenny wasn't old enough to get into the club, but we used my ID and told the doorman that Jenny forgot her ID, and we were twin sisters. He easily believed we were twins and let both of us in." 1085 "We were drinking, dancing, and partying with various people." Jenny continued. "Several guys were hitting on us, but I just didn't feel that special vibe. It was my birthday and I wanted something special. Then I spotted Mr. Right. He was tall, dark and simply gorgeous. He was probably 6'2", a foot taller than either of us, and likely weighed as much as both of us combined. And he was all muscle." 1086 "I saw him at the same time." Nikki quickly added. "We argued about who saw him first, or we hoped he had a twin brother, or any brother, or at least a good looking friend. But he was alone. We flirted with Joe, or John, or whatever his name was. He was obviously interested in us." 1087 Jenny continued. "I told him it was my birthday and I wanted something special, and he was it. But I needed someone for my sister. He told us that he could be that special someone for both of us. He could handle us. And due to his size and muscular build, we agreed he probably could. He wanted to take us back to his place and we finally agreed, throwing caution to the wind." 1088 "His place," Nikki picked up the story, "was a fancy hotel room. He was from out of town and also looking for a good time. We had some wild sex that night." 1089 By this point my cock was becoming hard again. I felt Jenny's hand wrap around my rod and stroke it while they continued their story. 1090 "At one time, I was riding his cock." Jenny continued. "And Nikki was riding his face. Nikki and I had multiple orgasms." 1091 'Oh my God' I thought to myself. Tonight wasn't the first 3-way for either of them. The sisters had done this before. With a stranger! I never even suspected this from my wife, or her sister. 1092 Nikki picked up the story. "Later I was on my hands and knees, he was behind me fucking me doggy style, and sis lays in front of me, putting her pussy right in front of my face. Of course I ate her while Joe, or John, fucked me." 1093 "It appeared," Jenny continued "that he could fuck both of us all night without cumming. We put him on his back, and I laid on top of him in '69', smothering his face with my fluids. Both of us took turns sucking his cock, or sometimes both licking it from different sides. When he eventually had his release, I took his cock into my mouth and accepted all his hot cum into my mouth, which I then swallowed. And he came a lot." 1094 My cock was rock hard again and aching. The sisters and their stories had made me very horny again. Jenny moved down the bed, between my legs and began sucking my cock in earnest. Once again I couldn't believe what was happening, or how little I actually knew about the sexual history of my wife. 1095 Nikki stayed beside me, kissing and talking to me. 1096 "You know that Jenny and I are virtually the same in many ways." Nikki said. "One way we are different is that you know I gag when anyone cums hard in my mouth. On the other hand, Jenny is an expert cock sucker and cum slut. She loves to suck cock and really loves when a man delivers a massive load of cum in her mouth." 1097 Jenny looked up at us, while continuing to suck my cock, and gave me a smile and thumbs up sign. 1098 Yes, I knew that Nikki would suck my cock to make me hard before intercourse. But she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. Jenny apparently loved to suck cock to receive a load of cum. And now she was eagerly sucking my cock while Nikki spoke to me and kissed me. I was so fucking horny! 1099 Within a few minutes, my cock was jetting a good sized load of my cum into Jenny's mouth. At the same time, I was kissing my wife. I was amazed how Jenny's misfortune with Brad had become so fortunate for me. Jenny sucked every drop of cum out of me, and swallowed it all. 1100 I laid there, completely spent. 1101 "Didn't I tell you she was an expert cock sucker and cum slut?" Nikki asked me with the most loving smile on her face. I could only smile and nod my head in agreement. 1102 I soon fell asleep. 1103 - - - - - 1104 In the morning I woke next to my wife, and only my wife. Jenny had left our bed sometime during the night. Nikki kissed me. 1105 "Good morning Honey." Nikki said. "Did you sleep well?" 1106 "Fabulous!" I replied. "What an erotic, sensual night last night. I really need to thank you, and Jenny." 1107 "It was our great pleasure." Nikki said with a loving smile. 1108 "Your story about sharing Joe, or John, or whoever, was really erotic." I said. "I just wonder if that was the sharing you and Jenny spoke about concerning me? Or was last night all the sharing we will have?" 1109 "Remember Joe was a stranger and we had no prior connection to him, or any contact with him after that night." Nikki explained. "On the other hand, you are my husband. The sharing will be different, but we shall see how things go." 1110 "I must say, allowing her to give me a fabulous blow job was very generous. Is that the limit of the sex Jenny and I will have?" I asked as I feared crossing a line concerning our marriage. 1111 "We'll see. We'll see. I'll let you know when we reach the limits, if any." Nikki replied with a sly smile. 1112 - - - - - 1113 Later that day Nikki and I were relaxing in the living room, wearing our usual t-shirts and underwear to keep cool as the day began to get warm. A breeze flowed through the open windows and helped keep things comfortable. Jenny had gone to her bedroom and had been gone more than an hour. 1114 "Would you check on Jenny?" Nikki asked me. "I'm concerned about her emotional state. She appeared to really enjoy last night, but I think she might be feeling depressed again." 1115 The door to Jenny's room was cracked open, to let the air flow. Without thinking about her privacy, I just opened the door and walked in while asking "May I come in?" Of course, I was already in her bedroom. 1116 I immediately froze by what I saw. Jenny was naked on the bed, cell phone in hand, apparently taking nude selfies. 1117 "Oh!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I should have knocked first." 1118 Jenny appeared to be okay with my intrusion. "Not a problem. I'm just taking some photos. Actually you could help me." 1119 "Huh? What? You want me to help? How?" I was a bit stunned and unsure what she wanted. 1120 "Could you take some photos of me? Some sexy and naughty photos?" Jenny asked as she handed me her phone. 1121 As I stared at Jenny I realized that she was beautiful. She wore extra make-up, had fixed her hair, and wore nothing other than a few pieces of fine jewelry. She could have been a model for a magazine. 1122 "Of course I could take photos." I said. Photography was a hobby of mine. "But I don't understand. Why do you want me to take photos of you naked?" 1123 "Just take some photos and I'll tell you why." Jenny replied as she turned crosswise on the bed, laying on her front, and raised her upper body up with her elbows. She was completely nude, but didn't show any of her girly-bits except her cute little ass. And she really had a cute little ass, just as Nikki has. 1124 I took some photos, using different angles. She changed her pose, laying on her side facing the camera, her upper leg crossed over the lower leg which hid her crotch. She propped up her head with her underneath elbow, hand on the side of her head, and draped her upper arm casually over her breasts to conceal her nipples. I took more photos. She was a lovely vision. 1125 Chapter 5.3 "You're very beautiful, and very photogenic." I complemented Jenny. 1127 "I am an exhibitionist." Jenny explained. "I have issues with my self-image, mostly my small tits. I take naked photos and post them on an adult amateur photo forum. Many men post wonderful replies to me about my photos and my body. It does help my self esteem." 1128 She changed her pose. The upper leg which had been crossed over, she rotated sideways, bending at the knee, her foot now behind the other knee. This opened up her crotch and exposed her pussy. The arm which had been covering her tits had moved down and now she was pinching a nipple between her fingers. As I took more photos, I could feel my cock stirring in my boxers. 1129 "How long have you been doing this?" I asked. 1130 Jenny moved again, now laying lengthwise on the bed, on her back, her feet towards me. She spread her legs and raised her knees, giving me an open pussy shot. Both of her hands were pinching her nipples. 1131 24 hours earlier I would have never imagined I would be here taking nude, erotic photos of Jenny. This felt a bit surreal, but after last night, it felt almost comfortable do this with her. 1132 "I've been taking naked selfies since high school, mostly reflection photos in the bathroom mirror." Jenny explained. "I never showed any of these to anyone. Okay, maybe occasionally I showed a few to a boyfriend. When I started dating Brad, he used to criticize me, especially my small tits. He really destroyed my self esteem. I just don't know why I stayed with him, other that he was a great fuck. I discovered that posting pictures on-line, I received many complements and expressions of support. The feedback felt incredible and I became addicted to posting naked photos." 1133 While she spoke, Jenny had been fingering her pussy. I noticed that she had shaved her pussy smooth, like Nikki's pussy. Not a hint of a single hair. She was becoming aroused, her pussy lips were swelling, and her pussy was glistening with her abundant fluids. I could feel my cock becoming hard. 1134 "You really have a beautiful body Jenny. I'm sure there are plenty of men that would love you, take care of you, and treat you properly." 1135 She pulled her hand away from her wet, and open pussy. "Get some close-ups of my pussy." She commanded. 1136 I paused, feeling I was close to a marital boundary with Nikki. 1137 "Go ahead Honey, get close and take pics of her pussy." I heard Nikki say from over my shoulder. 1138 I nearly jumped in my surprise. I whipped my head around to see my wife standing just a few feet behind me. "How long have you been there?" I asked Nikki. 1139 "For most of this discussion and photo shoot." Nikki said in a gentle voice. "She does take great photos doesn't she? Please don't let me stop you now." 1140 "So, you're okay with this?" I asked. 1141 "I suggested to Jenny that she take and post photos to improve her self esteem." Nikki replied. 1142 I was blown away. Nikki had suggested this to Jenny? When would the surprises end? 1143 Nikki was smiling while looking at me, and at Jenny who was still spread on the bed. I looked back at Jenny and she was also smiling at Nikki and me. Jenny had resumed fingering her pussy to keep it aroused and wet. 1144 I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed. Leaning forward to get close-up photos of Jenny's pussy, I leaned on my elbows to steady myself. I was able to take several fantastic photos of her pussy. 1145 "Sis," began Jenny, "Will you take more photos with me?" 1146 "MORE photos?" I quickly interjected. "You two have taken photos together? What more surprises am I to learn?" 1147 "We started with bathroom selfies in high school." Nikki said. "Later when we were in college, Jenny asked me to do a photo shoot with her. It was a lot of fun, and the on-line responses were fabulous." 1148 "You posted naked photos on-line?" I asked incredulously. "How many times?" 1149 "It was a one-time thing which happened some time before I met you." my wife replied. "We should show you the photos. I'm sure you will love them." 1150 Nikki moved to the side of the bed and laid down next to her sister. They embraced and kissed quite passionately. 1151 Jenny gently pushed back on Nikki. "Sis, if we are taking pictures together, you need to get naked." 1152 "Oh! Right!" Nikki said as she removed her t-shirt and panties. Then she looked at me. I was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. 1153 "Honey, how long are you going to hide that boner from us?" Nikki asked me. 1154 I looked down, embarrassed that my erection was noticed by my wife. Before I could say anything, Nikki continued. 1155 "Don't feel bad that you got aroused while taking photos of my sexy sister. I was pleased that you opened our home to my sister in her time of need. We have discussed sharing you, partially as a repayment for your generosity. I'm actually glad that you find my sister as sexy as you find me." 1156 My wife, as usual, was making me feel better about the situation. Nikki, now naked, was back on the bed kissing her sister. It appeared that Jenny was happy that we were helping her in her time of need, and she was expressing her love for her sister. 1157 I stood and removed my shorts and t-shirt. Indeed, my boner was obvious. I picked up Jenny's phone to resume taking photos. "What pictures do you want me to take?" I asked. 1158 The sisters exchanged a brief conversation and then moved into a pose position. They sat upright, facing each other, their legs opened around the other. They began kissing while caressing each other's breasts. My cock twitch told me this was a hot pose and I quickly took several photos. 1159 Then the action got hotter. Jenny laid Nikki down on her back and began kissing her as she caressed Nikki's breasts. Jenny's hand moved lower and she fingered Nikki's pussy. Finally Jenny moved between Nikki's legs and was licking her pussy. All the while I was taking photos, and my dick was becoming very hard. 1160 "My turn." announced Nikki as the sisters switched positions. I was wondering if they really intended to post any of these photos on-line, or if all of this was just a show for me. I decided to ask that question later, and not interrupt their activities. 1161 Soon Nikki was licking her sister's pussy. If felt weird to watch my wife lick another woman's pussy, having only recently learned that Nikki had some bi-sexual history with her sister. And it was clear that Nikki was an experienced pussy licker, as Jenny was moaning loudly. 1162 After Jenny had a sudden orgasm, she pushed Nikki's face away from her crotch. 1163 "I think we should take some cock-sucking photos." announced Jenny while guiding Nikki over towards me and my hard cock. Jenny took her phone back from me and began taking photos as Nikki was licking and sucking my cock as I stood by the side of the bed. It felt so good that I wasn't even thinking about whether any of these photos might be posted on-line. This lasted a while, then Nikki took Jenny's phone and took pictures of Jenny sucking my cock. The girls were having fun making me extremely horny and pulling back before I had my release. 1164 Nikki and Jenny then pulled me onto the bed and had me lay on my back in the middle of the bed. My cock pointed straight up like a flag pole. Nikki gave me the phone so I could take photos of both girls licking my cock at the same time, one on each side. 1165 "Looks good enough to fuck." Jenny blurted out as she moved back and gave Nikki space to mount me. Nikki straddled me and lowered herself down on my aching cock. My cock felt so wonderful buried inside my wife's pussy. 1166 "Take photos of your cock barely inside her, and then another fully inside her." Jenny directed us. 1167 Nikki rose up so that just the tip of my cock was between her swollen, wet lower lips. I took two photos of my mostly exposed cock, glistening with her fluids. Then Nikki slowly lowered herself down. I took more photos as my cock disappeared inside her. Nikki began rising and falling on my cock, fucking me in a way I knew so very well. I assumed that this was the end game. I would have my release inside my wife. 1168 Nikki looked down at me and smiled. "I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. You don't get to cum inside of me." 1169 As Nikki was saying this she rose off my cock and moved aside. I was very confused, and very horny. She leaned over and kissed me, and then turned and kissed Jenny for several seconds. Then she guided Jenny to me. 1170 "I think it's time for the ultimate sharing. It's time for you two to get to know each other in the most intimate way." Nikki told Jenny and me. "Mike, Jenny hasn't had someone really make love to her in a long time. I know you are the right man for her at this point in time." 1171 Nikki moved further back and allowed Jenny to mount me in cowgirl position. Jenny was much like Nikki, including how her tight pussy felt around my cock. Jenny started moving up and down my shaft slowly. I reached up and played with her nipples. She appeared to like that. We continued with her in an upright position for a while, then she laid down on my chest and we kissed. Our kiss felt intimate, but not full of passionate, the way Nikki and I often kiss. I sensed that Jenny was not fully enjoying herself. 1172 "Am I doing something wrong?" I whispered in her ear. "If you prefer to not do this, or not do this now, I understand." 1173 "Oh Mike, you are wonderful. You are so gentle, so loving, and caring." Jenny replied. "It's just that I prefer being on bottom. I prefer that my lover take charge. Dominate me. Use me." 1174 I sensed some pain in her voice, and also a need. I didn't want to be another Brad and just use her for sex. I thought I knew how I could dominate her while loving her at the same time. 1175 I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over, me on top and still between her legs. I raised up on my knees, took her hips in my hands and started to shove my cock into her tight wet pussy. 1176 "I can give you a good fuck." I said. 1177 "Oh Yes! Mike. Fuck Me! Fuck ME!" She said in a loud voice. 1178 I think Nikki was surprised that Jenny wanted to be fucked hard. She moved off the bed and took lots of pictures from several different angles. 1179 I was pumping my cock faster and deeper into Jenny. The harder I fucked her, the more alive she became. 1180 "Damn Jenny. You pussy feels so good. You're one hot, sexy lady." I told her, and it was the truth. 1181 "Oh Yes! Oh, Yes!" Jenny exclaimed as she encouraged me on. 1182 We continued this energetic fucking for minutes. Our breathing became heavy. Sweat formed on both our bodies. I kept plowing into my sister-in-law's pussy. 1183 "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Jenny screamed. 1184 I grabbed her legs and pushed her feet back over her head, legs spread wide. Doubled over like this, her pussy was pointed up and was very open to me. I was over her and thrusting my hard cock down into her as fast and as deep as I could. I don't even fuck Nikki this way. But the petite Jenny loved it and wanted more. 1185 "MORE! MORE! MORE!" Jenny begged me. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 1186 I continued thrusting into her. 1187 "Oh, Oh, OHHHHHHHH!" Jenny yelled as she closed her eyes tight, her body froze, and her vaginal muscles began to spasm around my cock. Quickly her whole body was shuddering uncontrollable as a powerful orgasm ripped though her body. 1188 I held out for a few moments, and then couldn't hold back my on orgasm. 1189 "OH FUCK!" I screamed as my cock felt like it was exploding, pumping large loads of my hot sticky cum deep within her tight little pussy. 1190 Jenny squealed and her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock. We both were gasping for air. My cock continued to pulse, spurting cum inside her. 1191 I collapsed on top of Jenny. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me tight. Our kiss was very passionate and lasted several minutes. 1192 I then felt another arm wrap around my body as Nikki joined our embrace. 1193 "You two are incredible." Nikki told Jenny and me. 1194 I rolled off of Jenny, leaving her between Nikki and myself. Jenny lowered her legs, placing her feet on the bed, her knees bent. I could see that I had created a large mess in her pussy. Jenny could sense the mess I left. She reached between her legs and scooped out a load of my cum with her fingers. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. 1195 Nikki reached over to Jenny's pussy and scooped out more of my cum and brought it to her own mouth. 1196 "I agreed to share my husband, and that includes sharing his cum." Nikki told Jenny. "Sis, you cannot keep all his cum for yourself." 1197 "I'm willing to make more." I chimed in, attempting to make me relevant to the discussion. 1198 "We're counting on you making more." Nikki responded. All of us laughed. 1199 Jenny rose up and left the room to clean up. 1200 I moved over next to Nikki, hugged and kissed her. I felt a tremendous amount of love for my wife. 1201 "Are you comfortable with me sharing you with Jenny?" Nikki asked, concern in her voice. "I so appreciate you inviting her into our home. I think this has been really important to her self-image. She may need to stay with us until school resumes in September." 1202 "I can live with that." I replied. I was so surprised by the many revelations about Nikki's life that I never knew. And my head filled with a vision of a summer full of sex with the two sexiest women in my life. 1203 "Remember I told you that I would let you know any limits concerning sex between you and Jenny?" Nikki began. "At least for now, I ask you only have sex with her when I am present, never just the two of you alone." 1204 "I can accept that." I replied. "As long as you agree that I will be present anytime you and Jenny have sex." 1205 Nikki playfully slugged my arm. "What a sex pervert you are! You just want to watch the two of us, don't you?" 1206 "Just saying that the limits on sex between me and Jenny should be the same limits as sex between you and Jenny." I said in a sarcastic voice. 1207 We hugged and kissed. My hard cock slipped easily into my wife's wet pussy. 1208 "Fuck me like you fucked Jenny." Nikki requested. I knew this would be different for us. But I sensed the desire in my wife. 1209 I willingly complied, rolling my wife over onto her back, spreading her legs and bending them back over her shoulders. As I started to plunge my cock into Nikki's wet gapping pussy, I sensed Jenny standing to the side, her cell camera in hand. 1210 "More photos?" I asked as I continued to thrust my cock into my wife. 1211 "No. Video." Jenny with a smile on her face. 1212 This was going to be a great summer. 1213 https://www.literotica.com/s/oral-history Chapter 6.1 Mrs. Weinstein wasn't like the other women in the neighborhood. It's probably a little over the top to say that she looked glamorous all the time, but she was always put together in a way that the other moms weren't. No matter the situation. I had never seen her in any athletic wear or sweatpants, not even a tee shirt on the rare occasion I saw her picking up the paper on her steps or having a friendly chat with the mailman. Instead, a skirt or a dress hugged her curvy ass and a fitted blouse struggled to contain her chest. She'd traverse the sidewalks in impractical heels and the long talons of her painted nails suited her perfectly, even if they seemed out of place at a barbeque. And always with the jewelry; a long necklace that plunged into her cleavage, a gold tennis bracelet, or small diamond earrings that complemented her dark hair and skin. 1216 She was the star of the show and the rest of us were extras. That's how it felt to me when she was around. As far as I knew, she didn't have some backstory that set her apart from the suburban mundane and entitled her to have this mystique. I don't think that she ever worked a job and I never heard any stories or rumors about her. At least not the kind that adults brought up around a kid that was still in high school. Mrs. Weinstein just carried herself in a way that set her apart from everyone else because that's who she was. 1217 And it drove me wild. For as long as I can remember I was attracted to the older woman down the block in a serious way. Definitely my first crush. Even more than that, it seems that she had imprinted herself on me in a way that made it so that every girl I liked was a version of her. I had a type and it was Mrs. Weinstein. Of course, none of the girls at school could compare in any meaningful way and I would go back to lusting after the real thing. 1218 A part of me always knew that there was more to Mrs. Weinstein than just a suburban housewife from New Jersey. There had to be. And I finally had a plan to figure it out. 1219 I didn't want to seem overdressed, but I made sure that I looked good before I left the house. It was hot for early June so I put on a nice pair of tight shorts and a tucked in button down with the top two undone and the sleeves rolled up. Baseball season had just ended and I was in great shape from a couple months of games and practice. I grabbed my backpack and headed out to pay Mrs Weinstein a visit. It was a weekday afternoon and not much was going on, so the neighborhood felt quiet. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I approached. 1220 Mrs. Weinstein's house was in the middle of the block, the front door at the end of a long driveway. Even though it was the suburbs and the houses were fairly close to one another she had a lot of privacy due to the tall shrubs and elm trees that grew around her property. A landscaper was there twice a week for as long as I could remember. Everything on her property was a bit hidden except for the stone walkway that led to the curved wooden door, the secrecy of the property only made me want to know more about her. My excitement clashed with my nerves as I approached the door. If nothing else I could have a conversation with her and a peek inside her house, even that was thrilling to me. It would be great to just have a glimpse of her. She was in my mind often, but in reality it was sometimes months at a time between sightings. 1221 I knocked and waited. A long moment later I heard her voice. 1222 "One moment..." Everything was quiet and I heard the sharp tap of her footsteps in time with the beating of my heart. I slid a hand in my pocket for a quick adjustment and stood up straight when the door began to open. 1223 A brief look of surprise crossed Mrs. Weinstein's face and then it widened into a smile at the sight of me. I mirrored it with one of my own. 1224 "Stevie...what a pleasant surprise. It's so nice to see you," her voice wrapped around me like a silk blanket, soft and all consuming, blocking out everything else. Mrs. Weinstein stood in the doorway on display and I didn't know where to look first. A yellow sundress gripped her body like a glove and came just below her knees, a tempting mix of mystery and showing off. A string of pearls rested on the swell of her large breasts and matched the bracelet that dangled from her wrists. She tapped her heels, yellow like her dress, to fill the empty space while I recovered from the sight of her appearance. 1225 Her curly, raven hair was too dark to be natural and hung just past her shoulders. All of her features were dark; eyes, skin tone, even the heavy shade of red that her nails were painted. Mrs. Weinstein was short and I towered over her by at least a foot. But it didn't make a difference, she could have knocked me over with a feather. Or just a step or two forward and her tits would have done the job as well. Her dark eyes looked me over and she pursed her plump lips and waited for me to say something. 1226 "It's...nice to see you too, Mrs. Weinstein," it really was. Whatever confidence I had sort of went out the window. Not that it was gone, just totally lost in the overwhelming presence of her sexuality. My eyes darted down and I froze at the pronounced curve of her hips and ass. Even looking straight on her rear was visible. Her silhouette was impossible to hide, and the way that she was framed in the doorway made her look like a pinup from another time. 1227 "What can I do for you? Is everything alright with your parents?" I noticed her eyes run me up and down without any sense of hurry, lingering a bit longer on my thighs and crotch. 1228 "Oh yeah, they're good. Everything is fine. I, um, actually had something that I wanted to ask you. A thing that I was hoping you could help me out with?" I looked into Mrs. Weinstein's dark eyes and tried to stay focused. My peripheral vision was warped by the curves of her body and I had to fight to keep my eyes where I knew they should be. It was a challenge. 1229 "Well, that's so intriguing. Come on in, sweetie," she smiled and pivoted on her heels, smoothed her dress, and headed into the house. "Can I get you anything? An iced tea? Water?" Once her back was to me I was free to look and I ate it all up. Mrs. Weinstein had a huge ass, there was no point in pretending it was anything other than gigantic. Despite how tight the dress was it jiggled with each step, a natural reaction from the way that she was built. But the strut was all her. A pronounced shake that demanded attention and found a willing audience with me. 1230 "Iced tea would be great." Mrs. Weinstein led me into a sunken den with windows that looked into the backyard. The room was dark and private, overwhelmingly intimate to me. This was certainly the first time I had been alone with her. 1231 I looked around while she made off for the kitchen to get my drink. One picture hanging by the brick fireplace grabbed my attention immediately. It was Mrs. Weinstein, a much younger Mrs. Weinstein for sure, but she was easy to recognize. In the photo she probably wasn't much older than I was now and had the same dark hair and full lips. Her hair was twisted into two braids that fell in front of her and those lips were curled around a cigarette. She was thinner but she came by her curves honestly and there was no hiding them. The picture must have been from the early 70's and her tits looked it, that sort of braless, low slung look that I always associated with that era. She was in front of the arch at Washington Square with two other people, a guy and a girl that were both looking at her. Mrs. Weinstein was the center of attention even back then. The smile on her face said that she was having the time of her life. 1232 I didn't want to linger on this one photo for too long, my cock was beginning to throb with life and bordering on being visible. I turned and browsed the other objects in the room, my thoughts more lost in the past than on what was actually in front of me. 1233 Despite the life that Mrs. Weinstein brought to any room that she was in, the house itself had a lonely feel to it that I couldn't ignore. There were plenty of markers of a life lived; pictures on the wall, art in the hallway, a folded newspaper on the coffee table. But I knew it wasn't that straightforward. 1234 Her husband passed away when I was young. I remember when it happened, the way that news made its way through the neighborhood and felt like a huge deal. And then it was over and everyone moved on to the next thing. Except for Mrs. Weinstein, it was her reality. Mr. Weinstein was a banker or something financial, I wasn't really sure. Apparently he died right at his desk in the classic ways of the overworked man. After the dust of his death had settled I remembered asking my mom about Mrs. Weinstein, even then I was drawn to her and looked for any excuse to bring her up in conversation, and my mom had said that the recent widow "would be fine." Suburban speak that translated to having money. And while her house wasn't ostentatious in its decor or size, it was clear that my mom's prediction was correct. At least about her finances. 1235 Her daughter Rachel was probably ten years older than me and I never knew her as anything other than a much older person in the neighborhood. Her son Seth overlapped briefly with me in high school, a senior during my freshman year. He was in the class of 1995 to my 1998. We'd occasionally wind up in a neighborhood football game when there were enough kids to field two sides. Seth seemed like a nice guy. Last I heard he was at college somewhere in Massachusetts and I don't recall seeing him around most summers. Probably the type that would take an internship or maybe get into some travel right after the school year ended. I don't even know the last time I saw him. 1236 All of this is to say that it wasn't lost on me that Mrs. Weinstein and I had the house to ourselves. 1237 Mrs. Weinstein came back from the kitchen with two glasses and some cookies on a little silver tray inlaid with a flower pattern. She placed it all on the coffee table and patted my knee in a way that sent a shockwave through my body. I noticed the grin on her face when she felt my body tense. "Help yourself," in a low voice before sitting down on the couch about an arms length away from me. She crossed her legs and sat upright, looking me over with a smile like she wanted to know all of my secrets. 1238 "First off, it's so nice to have you over. This neighborhood isn't as friendly as it used to be. At least, I don't think so." Mrs. Weinstein turned and gave a look to the mirror opposite where she was sitting. "So, Stevie, what was it that you wanted to ask me?" Her tits were straining at the yellow fabric of her dress, making it light enough to see the dark shadow of the bra beneath. 1239 "Well..," I stammered, so many thoughts were running through my mind that it was hard to concentrate on everything that was fighting for my attention. "I've got a project for school. It's the final for my media class and we're supposed to make an oral history with someone. Sort of record a person talking about their life, or some part of it, and then edit it so that it, like, tells a story of who that person is." It counted towards our grade but the project was meant to be fun more than anything else. The school year was just about over and no seniors were working too hard right now. 1240 I watched her eyes light up when I described what I wanted to do. "And you'd like me to be that person? You want to know more about me?" 1241 I nodded. "I do. If that's okay with you. It won't take very long and it could be about whatever you want." 1242 "Stevie!" Mrs. Weinstein leaned forward and patted my leg again in a way that was anything but maternal, this time the sharp spike of her nails lingered for a moment on my thigh, "I would love that. I'm so flattered." She paused and pulled her hand away. "Why me? I've got to ask." 1243 "Well, it can't be a person that I know really well. So no family or anything. And I was thinking about who would be interesting and I thought of you. I know I don't know you too much but you've always seemed so...," I let my voice trail off. There were so many things I could have said here but Mrs. Weinstein jumped in before I could pick one of them. 1244 "I seem so...what?" I could tell that she was excited. "I'm just the older lady up the block, Stevie." Neither of us believed that, it was obvious to me from the way that she carried herself that she thought that she was anything but that. Mrs. Weinstein just wanted to hear otherwise. 1245 "That's not true at all!" I smiled. "To me you've always seemed glamorous. I feel like you must have some good stories. The way that you carry yourself and act. It's different from the other women in the neighborhood. Even now, it's just a Tuesday afternoon and you're dressed up in a nice dress and jewelry. I saw Mrs. Parker on my walk over and she had on sweatpants. I don't think that you would ever do that." 1246 She grinned like she wanted to say more about Mrs. Parker but instead she just nodded. "I don't own a pair of sweatpants." 1247 I chuckled at that. "I figured. You seem like you have some stories and I was hoping that you would want to share them with me," I explained. "For the oral history project." The two of us were hitting it off, I felt good about everything that had happened so far. 1248 "Oh...I've got some stories, Steve. You're an excellent judge of women to figure that out. That will serve you well. So, yes, I would love to sit down with you for your project. It seems like a lot of fun for both of us," she settled back into the couch with a slight adjustment of her dress. Again, her tits shook a little bit from the movement. They were high on her chest, higher than I would have expected considering the size of them. I didn't know a ton about women's bodies, but I guessed that she probably had on a pretty heavy duty bra for them to look the way that they did. 1249 "That's great, Mrs. Weinstein." I reached into my backpack and pulled out the recording device I had borrowed from school. "We can get started whenever you want? Do you need time to think about it?" 1250 Mrs. Weinstein eyed me warily while I started to set it up. The disappointment in her face was obvious when she saw the recorder. 1251 "That's what you're going to use? Not a camera?" 1252 "Yeah, my teacher said it's good because people forget it's around and they speak more openly." 1253 She sort of shook her head at the idea of it and glanced over to the mirror again. "That won't do, sweetie. How about this? You come back next week with a camera and we'll have a good time. And I'll give you everything that you want." Her smile was incendiary. This was a woman that knew how to get what she wanted. 1254 I nodded, a bit taken aback but thrilled more than anything. Not only would I be spending time with Mrs. Weinstein, I'd have a video of all of it. "Okay. I can get one from school and set it up." 1255 "Wonderful. I love the camera," she smiled and paused. "And it loves me." The intensity of her gaze was powerful, it was like she could see through me and knew exactly what I was trying to do here. But I got the impression that she wasn't turned off by a teenager trying to weasel his way into some time with her. Quite the opposite actually. 1256 I took a deep breath to settle myself. All the thoughts that had been racing through my mind had settled into my cock and I could feel myself starting to swell inside my pants. At least I had enough sense to sit back down and make it less obvious. Though I could feel the dark eyes of Mrs. Weinstein following each move I made like a hunter. 1257 The silence hung in the air, sudden tension that was too heavy to ignore. Finally, Mrs. Weinstein spoke again. 1258 "Sweetie, is there anything I should prepare for our next visit? I want to make sure I do a good job for your project," she was all smiles again. Her hand was on the couch and dangerously close to the skin of my leg. The dress she was wearing had ridden up and her thick thighs were rubbing against one another. 1259 "Oh yeah, I should have explained more to you. So, it's not supposed to be a long project. After editing it should be about ten minutes or so. But we can certainly talk for as long as you want to. Maybe think of one part of your life that you want to focus on and we can start from there?" 1260 "That sounds lovely. I've already got a good idea of what we should talk about," she raised her eyebrows, hinting at what was to come. "This time next week?" 1261 "For sure, that sounds great." I stood up, packed the recorder away, and started to walk towards the door, my hands in front of me to hide the outline of my cock. "Thanks so much for this Mrs. Weinstein. I really appreciate it." 1262 She was following close behind me and had her hand on the small of my back as we neared the door, the sharp points of her nails pushed against me with just enough pressure to send another spark through my body. 1263 "The pleasure is all mine, Stevie. I'm excited about this! How fun to share my story with such a handsome young man," her hand drifted a tiny bit lower to my waist and my cock felt ready to burst from her touch. I swallowed hard and my body shook. 1264 "Okay, then I'll see you next week." 1265 "Don't forget the camera." She didn't hide the look down to my tented shorts. 1266 I nodded and walked out the door. 1267 The week until the next visit was agonizingly slow. School was almost wrapped up for the year and baseball was over, so I didn't have much to distract me from the constant fantasies of Mrs. Weinstein that ran through my head. I walked past her house a couple of times hoping to catch a glimpse, but the curtains were drawn closed and there was no sign of her. It just made the anticipation that much stronger. 1268 I was able to check out a camera with no problem from the AV department at school. I wasn't sure how long the interview would last, but I picked up a couple of blank VHS tapes just in case I needed them. 1269 The day finally arrived and I tried to recall everything that my media teacher, Mr. Peterson, had told me about how to be a journalist. One thing that he had said was to dress for the part, make a good impression by showing that you're treating it seriously. So I went through my closet and found a nice pair of pants, a crisp button up, and a tie. I looked alright, a bit more mature than I typically did. Plus, I thought that Mrs. Weinstein would appreciate the effort on my part. 1270 I packed up all the gear and made the walk over to Mrs. Weinstein's house. The anticipation of the week had built up and I was far more nervous than the first time I had paid her a visit. I knocked and waited. 1271 The door opened and I was speechless. 1272 Mrs. Weinstein was dressed to kill. Clad in a black cocktail dress, she looked more appropriate for a night out in the city than an interview with a high school kid. For a moment she said nothing, the invitation to look her over was clear and I took full advantage. The plunging neckline of the dress showed off her cleavage, a long line of soft flesh that was speckled with freckles and almost overflowing from the open panel on her chest. The dress hugged her waist and flared out at her hips to create the silhouette of my dreams. Mrs. Weinstein was built. 1273 The dark fabric ended just above her knees and gave way to shapely legs, wrapped in nylon until they vanished into a pair of blood red heels. Her lipstick matched the shoes, but neither were as smoldering as the grin on her face as she watched me eye her up and down. There was no rush from either of us. 1274 "Look at you, Stevie. Dressed up so handsome for our interview," she stepped back from the door and looked me up and down. "Come on in." I awkwardly looked down and by the time I looked up her dark eyes were waiting for me. It was obvious that I had been checking her out. 1275 "Wow, Mrs. Weinstein. You look...," there were a million words I could have used to describe her. Beautiful. Glamorous. Breathtaking. "...hot." It just came out, simple and true. Her expression changed and I wasn't sure if I had gone too far, lost in a powerful moment of desire for her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." 1276 Chapter 6.2 "It's quite alright, sweetie. A lady never grows tired of hearing that. It's good to know I can still have that effect on a young man," she turned and headed inside and I followed as close as I could. I caught a whiff of her scent, floral with something heavier lurking beneath it. "You know, in my younger days...," she cut herself off. "Actually you'll be hearing all about that soon enough." 1278 "I can't wait," I answered. 1279 Mrs. Weinstein led me inside to the sunken den. Some snacks were laid out on the coffee table. Two glasses were next to a bottle of wine. 1280 "Alright, Mr. Director, you're in charge now. How do you want me?" Her open arms alluded to the possibilities. 1281 I looked around the room and began to piece it together in my head, drawing on what little I had learned about lighting and setting up for an interview. After a couple of minutes I pulled out a large cushioned wingback chair from the corner and set it in the center of the room. The soft overhead light cast a glow that would be perfect. A couple more minutes and I had the camera set up on a tripod and another chair that was across from the wingback. I put the coffee table off to the side, sort of between us, and added the audio recorder as a backup. 1282 Before I turned on the camera I went over the expectations of the interview. I let Mrs. Weinstein know that we could talk about whatever she wanted to, that the idea wasn't to capture her entire history because we didn't have time for that, but to dig as deeply as we could into one part of her life. She seemed to love that idea. 1283 "I'll follow up on some of what you say with questions to add more detail," I explained. "Think of me as the director. My voice won't be heard on the final edit so make sure you repeat everything as best as you can." 1284 "Sounds fun, Stevie. I'll do my best to make it interesting," she said in a way that let me know that Mrs. Weinstein had been thinking about the interview and she had no plans for it to be dull. 1285 The moment I turned on the camera Mrs. Weinstein transformed. Never a wallflower, she came alive as soon as I hit the record button and her posture became more engaging and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her shoulders went back and ample chest pushed forward, her dark eyes became tractor beams, and all of the light in the room seemed to gather around her body. 1286 "Why don't you start with some biographical info, if you don't mind? A little bit about where you are from and your family," I prompted. 1287 "Of course, Mr. Director...," she dragged out the last word in a way that made it clear that she understood I was in charge. I can't deny that it turned me on to see her cede control like that. I sat up a little straighter and focused on her. 1288 Mrs. Weinstein was born Deborah Schwartzman in Newark, New Jersey, not far from the suburb we were currently in. The youngest of two girls, she described a normal upbringing with all the trappings of middle class. She came of age in the 60's, she avoided specific dates, a time when there was still a large Jewish population in Newark. Her father was a tailor and her mother a homemaker. 1289 Mrs. Weinstein spoke easily, she barely needed follow ups or prompts, and was natural in front of the camera. She acted like it wasn't there, instead focusing on me when she spoke. Some stories got her animated and she'd lean forward to emphasize a detail or reach for me to drive home a point. Whether it was expanding cleavage, rubbing thighs, or a curve enhancing tug at her dress, there was no shortage of eye candy to keep me enthralled. I was immensely thankful for her suggestion to use a camera. 1290 A couple of minutes into the conversation she leaned back and a halting look crossed her face. An eyebrow arched, red lips pursed. Breaking the character of the camera queen, Mrs. Weinstein asked me a question, "Stevie, you're eighteen. Right?" 1291 "Yes, Mrs. Weinstein. As of January," I answered. 1292 "Good," she smirked and went on with her story. "These women would come by my father's shop all the time for dresses. And I thought they were all so beautiful. Curvy and mature, all the pretty ladies I would see at synagogue would come to my father. I don't know how he could stand it. I'd watch him take their measurements and his hands would be all over their bodies. He'd send me off to grab pins or whatever he needed for his work. My sister was never interested, I was a bit of a daddy's girl and I'd hang around the shop whenever I could. So I learned a little about being a seamstress. It was never what I wanted to do, and my father didn't want that either, but it was a useful skill. When I...," she paused and smirked, "started to develop I could make alterations. Because, let me tell you, off the rack clothes are not made for someone built like me." 1293 The question hung in the air like bait. I took it. 1294 "Do you want to say more about that?" I had a timer running and I noted the time of my question. I was already planning on rewatching her answer. 1295 "I do, actually. I grew up faster than the other girls," she gestured to her chest, "but I was never embarrassed. Probably because I saw how my father would make all of these women look beautiful, I learned that a woman's body is something to be proud of. Not ashamed of. I still feel that way, Stevie." 1296 Hearing Mrs. Weinstein talk about her body, even in vague ways, was electric. I felt it connect with something inside of me and my own body responded in the way that a man does. My dick came to life and snaked down my thigh. I gave a quick glance and could just barely make out the thick outline of it pressing against my pants. Not too visible, but certainly there. 1297 "And so," she continued, "I wanted to show off what I was blessed with. Not cheap. Never cheap, Stevie. My clothes fit so that they showed off what I had. And, frankly, I loved the attention. To be honest, I still do." 1298 Like earlier, the invitation was there. 1299 "You're certainly the prettiest woman in the neighborhood," I spit out the words in a rush of teenage uncertainty. My face was red, I didn't need to see it to know that. And I didn't need to look to know that my cock was on fire. But the smile on Mrs. Weinstein's face settled whatever nerves I had. 1300 "Thank you, Stevie." She sat up straight and adjusted the dress, a tug that stretched the material tight across her tits. Her eyes looked to the coffee table. "Would you mind?" It took me a moment to realize that she was referring to the wine bottle on the table. 1301 "No, not at all," I said. "Here, let me open it." I reached for the corkscrew, unstoppered the bottle, and poured her a glass of the white wine. 1302 "Thank you. Help yourself to a glass. It'll be our secret," she placed the glass on the small table next to her. 1303 "Um, sure." I poured myself a small glass and she raised hers when I sat back. "Cheers. To old stories." 1304 I raised mine. "And new ones." She raised her eyebrows suggestively at my comment. 1305 We each took a sip and the temperature in the room felt like it had jumped ten degrees. 1306 "Now, where were we...," she smiled at the camera and continued her story. 1307 After she finished some more stories about her childhood, Mrs. Weinstein jumped ahead a couple of years to when she was nineteen. Still living at home, she dreamed of moving to the city and eventually made it happen. She moved to the lower East Side with a friend of hers. They had no real plan, but none of it mattered to her. Even now I could tell by the look on her face how much fun it was. I guessed that the picture of her on the wall was probably from this era. 1308 "New York was so different back then," she started after topping off her wine. "To a sweet Jewish girl from Jersey it felt like the most exciting thing in the world to be in the big city. There was something to do every night and the people were all so much fun and different. Like everyone else, I dreamed of making it big. In what? I had no idea. I was nineteen and the only thing I had going for me were these tits." 1309 We both laughed at this. Hers tinged with temptation, mine with barely disguised desire. 1310 "That's not true." I paused. "You had that ass too." 1311 She howled at the comment, her tits shook and she almost spit out her wine. But beneath the facade I could sense something else. The skin of her chest flushed red and I could make out the stiff nubs of her nipples pressed against the black dress. Mrs. Weinstein loved it. The dynamic was changing between us, some sort of line had been crossed and we both liked what was on the other side of it. Or at least the recognition of what could happen was bubbling to the surface and neither of us squashed it. 1312 "You're bad, Stevie. You are right though," she composed herself. "I guess you'll edit that part out?" 1313 "Yeah, I think so. I'm not sure Mr. Peterson would appreciate it," I helped myself to a little more wine and she winked at me. 1314 "So one day I was looking through the paper for work and I saw a listing that a little film shoot needed a seamstress for costuming, a little makeup too. Perfect, I thought. I knew how to do all of that. The pay was only a couple of bucks but this could be my big break. Right? I was so naive," she rolled her eyes and trailed off. "A couple days later I walked into a warehouse in the Bowery and..." 1315 For the first time Mrs. Weinstein seemed a bit shy, or at least hesitant to divulge details. Whatever happened next in her story was something that she wasn't sure that she wanted to share. Or, at least, she wanted to play coy. Of course, that made me want to know more than anything. I reminded myself that I was in charge here, this was my project and I needed to direct it. 1316 "Tell me what happened next at the film shoot." I didn't leave her any room to keep it to herself. 1317 She responded immediately to my command. 1318 "Well, it was obvious right away what kind of movie they were making. The set was just a couple of couches and the wardrobe...they didn't need me for much. The talent, that's what they were called, were four people. Two men and two women. The men were...incredibly sexy, is the best way that I could describe it. Both of them were tall and lean, not much different then you Stevie. They were older than me. Maybe mid twenties. I had never been around anything like that before." 1319 "What did the women look like?" I pressed for details. I knew that a good oral history would cover it all, but more than anything I wanted to know. It was shocking to me that Mrs. Weinstein was telling me this, that she had worked on the set of a porno movie in the early 70's. 1320 "They were beautiful. They were stars! I'll never forget how perfect they looked to me. One was a thin blond woman with long hair and small breasts. She was so sweet to me and I later learned was very talented...in her particular way. Let's say that she was very accommodating. The other was a black woman. She had these massive hips and ass, the shape of her body was like nothing I had ever seen. But more than anything? I remember the way that the camera followed the women, how they never needed to seek it out. It came to them, trailed after them like a desperate lover," her voice was rising as she recalled the distant memory. 1321 "How did it make you feel? Being there and seeing all of it. It must have been shocking." 1322 "I was...turned on by it. And I can admit now that I was jealous of them. Of the women. Here I was, a nineteen year old, watching them get all of the attention in the room. They deserved every bit of it, too. It was magnificent to watch them work. It opened my eyes in so many ways," Mrs. Weinstein looked off for a moment and took another sip. She looked at me. "Stevie, have you ever watched anyone make love?" 1323 Of course I had seen movies and pictures, but never the real thing. I shook my head. "Not in person. No." 1324 "It's incredible to see. The way that two bodies come together in shared desire, cast aside inhibitions or reservations in pursuit of pleasure. It's indulgent and decadent. But also special, to give yourself to someone in that way. And to be the star? The reason that people are watching? I knew at that moment that I wanted to be one of those girls," she purred. "They were beautiful to look at. They truly were. But I was too." 1325 I nodded slightly in agreement. I didn't want to seem over the top but I moved my head enough so that Mrs. Weinstein knew that I agreed with her. "And did you? Did you get to be one of those girls?" My heart pounded at the possibility of what she was going to say. My cock throbbed in anticipation of her answer. 1326 Mrs. Weinstein continued her story. I knew that she had heard my question. 1327 "I thought about them all night. The next day I showed up on the set again for another scene. More hair and makeup. When I arrived everyone was in a bad mood. Apparently the woman for the scene hadn't shown up and they needed someone to play the part," she explained with a mischievous grin, her red lips tight together like they were holding back a secret. "I've thought about this over the years. Was this how they got new girls? There was hardly a need for someone to do costumes and makeup for a blue movie. After a little while an older man on the set approached me and asked if I wanted to fill in. Actually," she smiled and laughed a bit, "he started by saying how beautiful I was and I just melted. I had seen him on the set the day before, one of the girls called him the money man, and he was around women all day. For him to say that I was beautiful? I think I would have done anything at that moment." 1328 My cock was raging inside my pants and I didn't care. The slight outline from before had grown to a thick impression and there was no point in trying to hide it. 1329 "And what did you do?" 1330 "I said yes. I said yes and that I would be the best girl he had ever seen. That I would suck any cock that he put in front of me if the camera was there. And I meant it. The man, Harold Weinstein was his name," she said casually, "he just smiled when I told him." 1331 "That's how you met Mr. Weinstein?" I was astonished. My memories of Mr. Weinstein were of a much older, quiet man. I never would have thought that he was a pornographer. I wouldn't have thought that of her either, though. 1332 "It is. How about that? Harry had all sorts of interests, this was just one of them. He invested in books and movies, stocks, whatever. And it's given me a very comfortable life," she said in a tone that contained so much. It was commentary on her neighbors and their nine to five lives, on the trivial gossip that ran like wildfire through the cul-de-sacs, and on the buttoned down lives that we all kept hidden. Mrs. Weinstein was confiding in me in a way that I hadn't expected. There wasn't an ounce of shame in her past. She was proud of all of it, even if it wasn't something that she advertised. 1333 I smiled back at her to let her know that I liked what she was saying. I put aside my directorial imperative for a moment. "I always knew that you were different. I guess I didn't realize just how much so. So...what was your first scene like?" 1334 Mrs. Weinstein crossed her legs and the soft flesh of her thighs squeezed together. Her dress had ridden up and she made no move to cover up. "It was wonderful. It started as oral, that was the direction. I was at home in my apartment and a handy man showed up," she laughed at the memory of it, "a classic setup for the time. We each had a couple of lines and then that was it, I was on my knees with the biggest cock I had ever seen in my mouth." 1335 I glanced down and saw a wet spot on my pants. She noticed it too. 1336 Mrs. Weinstein went on. "I was nervous, of course. But the moment that director said action and I saw the light on the camera I was a different person. Until that point I had had sex with one person, my high school boyfriend. Lights off or in the back of the car. Nothing like what I was about to do. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it didn't matter. I was hungry to prove I was deserving of the attention. I was powerless against the camera and a man directing me what to do," she looked straight at me when she spoke. "You know what I'm saying, Stevie?" 1337 ""Um...," I stammered before gaining control of my runaway thoughts, "yes, Mrs. Weinstein. I think I do." 1338 "Good," Mrs. Weinstein's eye bore into me like a drill. "That day was eye opening for me. That man, Stan was his name, fucked me like I didn't know possible. It wasn't like today with all the magazines and sex everywhere. Sex wasn't talked about as much and it certainly wasn't everywhere you looked. I just knew that I was supposed to let a boy stick it in me and that's all I had done." 1339 "But this was different," I jumped in, needing to know more. "Tell me about what you and Stan did. As much detail as you're comfortable with." 1340 "Well...he took me from behind. Not my ass!" She laughed at that. "But he bent me over so that my ass was in the air and it felt...wonderful. There were other people in the room and I loved that they were watching me. I felt like I could let go and be in the moment, enjoy what this young man was giving me. And the camera followed me the way that it followed those other girls. The director told the cameraman to get close, get close to her beautiful body is what he said. I followed Stan's lead, did whatever he wanted me to do. And that boy fucked like a stallion," Mrs. Weinstein ran her hands up her dress as she relived the memory. Her thick ass had slid to the edge of her chair and her knees pointed downward. Another inch or two and she would be on the ground. 1341 "And where did Stan cum?" I had to know so I could picture it. I reached down and adjusted my raging cock to keep it at bay for a little longer. 1342 "All over my tits. That's what the director wanted so that's what I did. It felt so good to have his hot cum all over me. Everything got so quiet on the set when he came, all the attention was on us. I could practically hear his heart beat as it all came out of him in massive spurts, over and over. It was so much. But as soon as Stan was done I pulled him close and I whispered to him that I wanted him again. And this time I wanted it all down my throat," she confided. 1343 "And did you?" 1344 Mrs. Weinstein nodded. "We went out that night, Stan and I. He took me to a restaurant on the West Side and I felt like a movie star in my prettiest dress. Maybe some people recognized him from the movies? And I felt like Cinderella. It was an incredible night. Stan had a little apartment and we wound up back there and I sucked his cock again. This time I kept it all for myself. The movies never wanted that, they wanted a money shot for the camera so I would do that. I'd do whatever the director told me to," she looked me dead in the eyes and then I watched as she trailed down to the outline of my cock. "I love doing what a man wants me to do." 1345 The offer was there. I just needed to claim it. My cock was on fire, likely to burst out of my pants if I didn't do something about it. Across from me, Mrs. Weinstein looked like she was in heat. She still had her mature composure but her breath was coming in deep inhales that slowly lifted her tits and then brought them back down on each breathy exhale, her shoulders bare from where the dress had begun to slide and I could see the tops of her breasts begging to be set free. The black dress had risen up even higher and her legs were spread, the dark skin of her thighs parted in invitation. Perched on the edge of the chair, she was just waiting for the command that would unlock that nineteen year old girl that loved to suck cock. We both knew it. But that was as far as she would go on her own. 1346 She needed a man to take her the rest of the way. 1347 I stood up, never breaking eye contact with her and took a step forward so that I was in the frame of the camera with her. 1348 "Show me how you sucked his cock," my voice was as hard as the rod in my pants. I glanced at the camera and the thrill of it coursed through my body. I understood the appeal of being on display. "Show everything to the camera." 1349 Chapter 6.3 "Yes, Mr. Director. Whatever you say." 1351 Mrs. Weinstein dropped to her knees and reached for my pants. Her long painted nails traced their way up my thighs, a single sharp talon dragging along my cock, until she came to my belt. She undid it confidently and slowly, nothing about her was rushed in any way, and pulled my pants down. My cock sprang out and pointed straight at her, the tip glistening with desire. 1352 I bit my lip to calm myself. 1353 "Nice cock, Stevie. You could be in the movies." Mrs. Weinstein didn't look at the camera once. She was a pro. She knew its eye would find her like it had before. 1354 Her tongue darted from her mouth like a snake and curled around my tip. One hand reached up and gripped me at the base of my dick and then she brought her lips against my swollen head. I could already feel the fuse lit inside of me and my entire body was trembling from her touch. But it wasn't just her touch, the knowledge of who she was turned me on more than anything. 1355 I needed a distraction or this would be over in a moment. 1356 "Let the camera see your tits," I directed, looking down at her. In response she reached back and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and the black straps fell to the sides and then she tugged and it all came free. The tits that I had dreamed about since I was a kid, probably the first ones I ever fantasized about, were better than I could have imagined. 1357 From her knees, Mrs. Weinstein leaned back against the chair and let me have a long look. Her tits were big, heavy breasts that hung with maturity and filled her torso. A dark olive complexion like the rest of her skin and capped with purple areolas the size of quarters, a stiff nub pointing slightly downward at the end of each. 1358 She held each one up with one hand and let them drop against her skin with a crash. They settled without much wobbling or fanfare, instead the soft texture rippled and sank back against her. 1359 Then she went back to work on my cock. I gasped as I vanished inside of her mouth. Each inch of me slowly disappeared as Mrs. Weinstein demonstrated her skill. She went slowly, pleasure building with each moment. Her eyes were locked on me, dark eyes that revealed that she loved this as much as I did. There was desire, hunger, and pride in her look. I felt her arms reach around and squeeze my ass, cupping each tense cheek in her hands and pulling her body close to mine as she neared her destination. 1360 I moaned out loud when her lips met the skin of my stomach. "Mrs. Weinstein...you're incredible..." I was close to the edge, my cock was harder than it had ever been. I was on a different level, aroused to a degree that I didn't know was possible. 1361 Suddenly she pulled back and my cock reappeared in full. With one hand she pointed me skyward and licked from the tip to the bottom of my balls and back again. 1362 "This one is for me," she said. "I've missed this, Stevie." 1363 My cock vanished again in a flash down her throat. I clenched down as hard as I could to hold back but I didn't stand a chance against the talented Mrs. Weinstein. The dam broke and I unleashed a torrent of cum that splattered against the back of her throat. For the first time her composure broke. The well dressed, proper, mature neighbor disappeared and an animal replaced her. Mrs. Weinstein was moaning and writhing with each spasm from my cock, pushing her mouth against my body and sucking like a vacuum to get everything out of me. Her tits were swinging wildly from the gyrations, her dress hanging off of her body and her ass sticking out far behind her. 1364 Even in the throes of ecstasy I couldn't help but realize how it would look on camera. How I would watch and replay this video everyday for the rest of my life. 1365 Finally, when there was nothing left in me, she slowly pulled back and let my cock drag across her flushed face. There wasn't a drop on her, she had gotten every bit of me. Still on her knees, she leaned back and regained her composure. Her tits were out, the dress barely on, but she looked perfect. 1366 "That was...," I stuttered, not sure how to even describe it. "You're a star, Mrs. Weinstein." I stepped back and reached for the pants gathered around my ankles. 1367 "Thank you, Stevie. I think we make a good pair," she eyed me up and down. "You can leave your pants off. I've got more stories." 1368 "I'd love to hear them. And I think that there is plenty of time left on the tape to record it all," I answered. I kicked off my pants and, feeling silly in my shirt and tie, took those off too. My dick hadn't gone soft, far from it. Mrs. Weinstein had sucked the rigid life out of it but I was still swollen and not far from a second round. 1369 She got back in the chair and crossed her legs, leaning back to give me and the camera a good look at her body. Her tits were magnificent. Better than anything I had ever seen in a magazine or a movie, superior to any of the girls that I had been with in any of the dalliances of my brief life. 1370 "Now, where were we?" Mrs. Weinstein poured herself a little more wine and smiled at me. 1371 "You were about to tell me about your film career. It didn't end with one movie, did it?" My dick was already rising from the sight of her, just the proximity to Mrs. Weinstein was an aphrodisiac. 1372 "No, Stevie, it didn't end there. Being with Stan on camera only made me want it more. A couple of days later I got a call from Harold. He was lovely on the phone, let me know that he had watched the footage and said that I was a natural, that I was born to be in the movies," there was no containing the smile on her face. My cock was suddenly rock hard, a fact that didn't go unnoticed. But as much as I wanted to direct her into the next scene between us, I also wanted to hear her story. 1373 "Go on, please. What happened next?" I pumped my cock, a slow stroke to vent off some of the desire that was threatening to overwhelm me. 1374 "Harold took me to lunch in the park, Tavern on the Green. I had never been and it felt like such a New York thing to do. Like I had suddenly made it and all these doors had opened to me. All from sucking cock. Can you believe that?" She paused and considered her next words. "I really love doing it, sucking a man's dick. I know that some girls, even girls I worked with, considered it a chore. But I never did. I love the feel of a cock in my mouth. The control of it, but even more I like the way that a man can watch me pleasure him. The way that I can feel his cock tense up right before he unloads in my mouth, or all over my tits. It's like nothing else." 1375 I wanted Mrs. Weinstein again so badly. I knew I could have her too, but something was holding me back. 1376 "What did Mr. Weinstein say to you at lunch?" I had to keep my hands away from my cock or I might explode all over myself. Instead, my dick bobbed in the air, pointing straight up like a rocket waiting for blastoff. 1377 "He said that he wanted to make me a star. A featured girl. It would be money, and I could pick the men that I wanted to work with. Harold was...very convincing. He always was, it was a very tempting offer," she explained. 1378 "And did you do it?" 1379 She bobbed her head. "I did. I said yes immediately. How could I not? I didn't do it for long. I couldn't. By this time porno was getting to be out in the open and I was scared to death that someone would recognize me. Well, some people did in the city. More than once I went out and a man, sometimes a woman, would approach me and make a comment. I thought I was Marilyn Monroe when that happened. Even when the comments were nasty I loved it. But I was so scared that my family would find out. So I had to stop," Mrs. Weinstein was matter of fact about it, the longing in her voice was apparent though. 1380 "And then what?" 1381 "That's when Harold said that he would take care of me. And he did, wonderfully so. I never had to worry about anything again. Sex with Harold was different, it was tender and sweet and he gave me two wonderful children...," her voice tailed off. 1382 "But...," I filled the gap and pressed for more. 1383 "But when you've done what I've done it's hard to leave it behind. And I loved it, really loved it. For a lot of the girls it was a job. Something that was easy to walk away from when the money wasn't there or they found something new. But me? I loved it. Being with women, two or three cocks at a time. All of it. When it was over Harold made sure that I was taken care of in all ways. We always had friends in the city and I could go have fun when I wanted. It wasn't the same though," Mrs. Weinstein was at the edge of her seat again. Her hands found her tits and she pushed them together with an anxious sexual energy that matched what I was feeling. 1384 "What was different? What was missing?" I knew what it was though. 1385 Mrs. Weinstein stood up and slid her dress down, nothing below it. "The camera, Stevie. That's what I missed most of all." The red light burned in my periphery, as hot as anything in the room. 1386 Between Mrs. Weinstein's legs, her thick bush of dark hair was matted and damp. Her scent, raw and primal and feminine, filled my nose like a love potion and I rose up. 1387 Mrs. Weinstein dropped back into the chair and spread her legs wide to me. "Come here, baby." 1388 My cock led the way and I sank into the heaven between her legs. Mrs. Weinstein pulled my face close to hers and kissed me. Her velvet cunt swallowed me whole like it was quicksand. Soft and hot, she was irresistible. I didn't stand a chance against her. 1389 "Fuck me good, Stevie. Let me feel how hard I make that young cock," her hands reached to my ass and squeezed, then pulled back and spanked me like a jockey. I could feel the eruption inside of me, eager to break free in an explosion of pleasure. It started in my balls and began its journey to her. My entire body stiffened as I tried to hold it back. 1390 "Uuuuhhhh...," I started. 1391 "Not yet, baby. We have a movie to make," she cut me off. Her smoky voice came strong and took control of the room. Her pussy flexed around my cock, cutting off what was coming, and she locked her dark eyes onto mine. In response, the urgency of my body passed but the pleasure remained, heightened even. I flashed a look to the camera, its red eye staring at the two of us, and then back at her beneath me. 1392 I took a deep breath and fucked Mrs. Weinstein harder than I had ever fucked before. Her deep moans encouraging me with each thrust. 1393 Mrs. Weinstein laid back onto the loveseat and I grabbed her legs by the ankles, holding them up and pressed against my shoulders. The heels were still on her feet and I licked one up and down as I sank my cock into her soft body. Her enormous tits laid against her chest, sliding to the side of her body and dropping towards the cushions, shaking with each thrust as I pounded into her. 1394 The gaze of the camera heightened everything. My cock was iron, her curves exaggerated, the moans from each of us sounded like animals with no regard for anything else. We weren't just two people fucking on the loveseat in her sunken living room. As Mrs. Weinstein had said, we were making a movie. And it turned me on in ways that I could not have imagined. 1395 She shared the energy, I could feel it radiating from her body. For as much as this turned me on, and it did immensely, this was her fantasy. Mrs. Weinstein was nineteen again and getting fucked for the camera by a young man. Was I a prop for her? Probably. Did I doubt that she loved every second of this? Not at all. 1396 Her nails scraped down my torso and gripped my hips, pulling me tight with each thrust and shoving me away on the backswing. 1397 "All the way back, Stevie. Snow everything. Don't hide," it was her turn to direct. Suddenly, she switched positions and rolled over on the loveseat. Her legs spread wide and she arched her ass upwards at me. 1398 Mrs. Weinstein looked over her shoulder at me, earrings sparking in the light and her dark hair still in place. "Fuck me." 1399 "Yes, Mrs. Weinstein," I said, hypnotized at the sight of her. I had lusted after her entire body, but mostly her ass since I was a kid. I loved everything about her, but it was her ass that I thought of first when I dove into my fantasies. On some level, I think that she knew that. I'm sure I wasn't the first. She was clearly a woman that understood the male gaze and I doubt that I was subtle in my attempts at voyeurism. And now she was giving me what I wanted most. I was her audience and she aimed to please. 1400 Her ass was big, enormous even in the way that it bubbled out from her body and reached for me. In turn, I grabbed for the curvy mound and my hands sank into the soft flesh of her cheeks. I followed with a gentle slap, then a harder one that made her shake. I lifted one leg onto the love seat and the other stayed on the floor, angling my cock at her entrance and making sure that the camera saw it all. With a slow, deliberate stroke I pushed in as far as I could until I bottomed out and her ass was pressed against my stomach. The sensation was unbearable pleasure and the urgency returned, the countdown in my balls had begun again. This time I didn't fight against it or hold anything back. I embraced it, flexing my cock inside her, and Mrs. Weinstein responded. 1401 "That's right, Stevie. I can feel how much you wanted this. This ass is what you've been waiting for. Isn't it?" She pulled away from me and my cock slowly unsheathed. 1402 "Yes, Mrs. Weinstein, it is. And now I'm going to make you a star again," I meant every word of it. 1403 I pounded into her as fast as I could like a jackrabbit, eager to get as much of Mrs. Weinstein as I could before reaching the finish line. My breath sped up and I felt my cock somehow get even harder, a length of iron capable of intense sensation. 1404 Sensing the end, Mr. Weinstein pulled away and dropped to her knees in front of me. For a second my cock dangled between us, soaked and throbbing. I moved my hand to pump my cock and she beat me to it. She gripped my dick with one painted hand and aimed for her heaving tits. The other squeezed my full balls, coaxing everything to the surface with an urgent pressure. Her eyes were glued to my cock as she worked me up and down with a furious motion. 1405 "Oh...fuck...," I moaned as the dam began to break. 1406 "Cum all over my tits, sweetie. I want every drop of you on me." Mrs. Weinstein got her wish and I exploded all over her in two massive bursts that splattered against her burning skin. 1407 "Aaaa...," I had no words, just the pulsing reality of pleasure that she had brought me to. 1408 "Just like that," her voice was desire and fantasy, a dream come true. Two more thick strands sprung from me, one hitting her tits and the other dangling from her chin. "Good boy, Stevie." 1409 Mrs. Weinstein didn't stop until she had squeezed every bit of cum from me. I stood there spellbound on weak legs and with a racing mind. It was all on camera, every moment of what the two of us had done. For her it was nothing new, I knew that now. But for me...I felt changed. 1410 Finally she rose up from her knees and gave me a kiss while her hand still stroked my cock. There was passion behind the kiss. Not a smoldering, intense prelude to more sex. Though I knew I could be ready in an instant if that was what Mrs. Weinstein wanted. But rather a connection between the two of us. In turn, we had each given each other a gift that came from a real place. 1411 "I bet you'll have the best project in class, sweetie," she said and reached for the remains of her wine. 1412 I smirked. "I'm sure of it. I've got a lot of editing to do, but I don't think anyone will have a project like what I have." 1413 "What we have," she corrected. "A group project." 1414 She swirled her wine and sauntered over to the picture of her younger self on the mantle. Comfortable in her nudity, Mrs. Weinstein was in no hurry and I took my time to drink up every bit of her. Eventually she turned to me. 1415 "You know, Stevie. I've got plenty of stories to tell. And if you have time this summer I'd be happy to share them all with you." 1416 My cock began to stiffen at her words and the sight of her. Leaned against the wall with her legs spread wide, the long string of pearls sinking into the deep crevasse of her cleavage and mixing with my drying cum. She looked like a movie star. 1417 "Yes, Mrs. Weinstein. I'd like that very much." 1418 END