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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
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Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
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Simple economics
by trukin_fool



With the onset of the worldwide financial crisis, I have found that
many people, men and woman both, have become disillusioned.
There was a time, not long ago, where you could find a complete array
of lifestyles in the genders.
There were always submissive types, switch types, and domminant types.
Lately I've noticed, that there are basically only two types. Those
that become stronger, hardened, and more seasoned, while the others
seem to have given up, and have become more meek and submissive. The
dividing line in between has widened greatly, which has a big effect
on the pickup and dating scene, as well.
I found that a lot of younger and middle aged women, who had money and
social status, are now very weak and easy to manipulate.
It stands to reason.
I know of a woman, who once worked as a sales manager, for a large
corporation. She was eventually eliminated during downsizing, and she
ended up as a convienience store clerk.
This had a large influence on her self esteem, and her total self
worth.
The woman I'm talking about, is Mary.
She is thirty four years old, and has one child. She has also been
divorced, for better than three years.
When she had her corporate job, she had no reason to worry about
income, or looking for a man to support her. She was completely self
sufficient.
When that ended, she became a recluse, and stayed well hidden. Her
days were spent, taking care of her young daughter, at least until her
nest egg was depleated.
Jobs were is great demand, but most of them were more physical in
nature, requiring a mans strength.
Poor Mary, had to finally belittle herself. She needed ready cash to
support herself, and her kid.
On a daily basis, she had to endure the rude comments and vile
character assasinations, just to put food on the table.
She was growing even more cold towards men, than her divorce had
already done.
Women also, had snide, catty remarks, to give her as well.
Through the first six months, she was a pillar of strength. But as
time wore on, she began to cave, and looked for some type of escape
from the daily drudgery.
This is where I stepped in.
I had already investigated her lifestyle, and her background. She had
a college degree, which was worth very little, in todays job market.
At her normal wages, she could afford the finest makeup, and the best
salon treatments. However, on her meager gas station wages, she was
barely able to keep a roof over her head.
Mary knew of me, and knew I was always well supported. She had no idea
where my money came from, but she usually made enough, not to worry
about it either.
After a few incidents of offering a compliment, and a kind word, she
finally began to return the favors.
I started visiting her regularly, even if I didn't need to buy
anything.
I never flirted nor made an inappropriate comment to her, and
eventually, her defenses lowered.
Soon, we were discussing jobs, and how she came to work here.
After that, she grilled me on my source of income.
I remained vague and illusive. Had she originally learned of my source
of income, she would have instantly shyed away, and never spoken to
me.
I did let on, that I had several girls who worked for me, on a
freelance type situation.
"What are you then?" She asked boldly one night. "A pimp or
something?"
Her pleasant smile afterwards, told me she wouldn't be too upset if I
was.
I remained non commital, and told her that she probably wouldn't care
to know, what I did anyway.
"Why? Are you a bank robber, or into something illegal?" She then
asked, with her curiousity peaked.
"No, no." I replied. "Nothing like that at all. However, most people
would think that what I do, isn't really what you'd call acceptible,
in normal society."
Suddenly her jaw dropped, and she thought a second or two, before
answering.
"If it's not really illegal, maybe you could use me as an employee."
She said. "I'm hard working, and I'm also well versed in management."
"Hmmmm. A woman managing other girls?" I thought for a moment,
silently. "That could be beneficial."
"Nope. I don't think you're cut out for this kind of job." I said.
"Besides, you still have no idea, what's all involved."
"All I know is, that I need another job. One where I can make a better
income, than what I have here. As long as it's not illegal in any way,
I'll consider anything."
"Let me think about it for a day or two." I said, walking out the door
smiling. "Unless you have another option waiting?"
"In a couple of days, all I'll have is a pocketbook, that is more
empty than it is now." She said, bidding me farewell.
Later on that night, I mulled over Mary's offer, and wondered again
about her willingness to serve.
Her looks weren't the best. But with some makeup and a nice change of
clothing, she was quite appealing, in a sophisticated manner. I
assumed she had always put her career, before her feminity. I likewise
assumed that maybe she was the cause of her own divorce.
I knew many women who were divorced, because they felt children and a
husband, would be a deterant to their own success. They all turned
out, quite bitter and resentful, I might add.
What Mary wore to work at the station, was in complete contrast, to
what she wore to her corporate job. At the station, she wore a baggy
sweatshirt, and a loose fitting pair of jeans. At her previous
employers, she wore smart, staight laced, business suits.
Either way, it was hard to judge her naked body, beneath the clothing.
I knew that if she worked for me, I'd have ample time to get aquainted
with it though.
I skipped a day, before going back to visit her, at work. She seemed
quite edgy and nervous.
"What's up with you?" I asked, noticing her tense behavior.
"Oh nothing." She lied. "Just a few too many things, going on right
now."
"Is you daughter okay?" I asked, pretending to be concerned.
"Yes .... yes she's okay." Mary replied, with a glint of a tear in her
eye.
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, sypathetically.
Mary wouldn't answer me right off, because there was a customer in the
store.
She shifted her eyes, to let me know that.
Once the guy left, a burst of pent up frustration escaped.
"I'm losing my job." She said, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "The
station is being sold, and the new people are having their family
members, run the place. They take over in two weeks."
"I'm so sorry to hear that." I stated. "I wish there was something I
could do."
"There is." She said, gritting her teeth. "You can give me a job. I'll
do anything. I don't care if it's borderline illegal, or disgusting.
My baby needs a place to live, and food to eat."
"I don't know ....." I said.
"Look. I've thought this over." She explained. "I can naturally
assume, that your line of work is somewhat unethical, but at least
give me a chance. I promise, I'll do whatever it takes. If not for me,
for my daughter. She deserves better."
After taking a long lingering look at her and her body, I silently
handed her my business card.
All it said was "AM Enterprises," with my address and telephone
number.
"Stop over around five this evening, and we'll discuss this further."
I stated. "Can you leave your daughter alone?"
"Yes." Mary said eagerly. "She's almost sixteen, and she can take care
of herself."
"Good. See you then?"
"Thank you so much." She said excitedly. "You'll see. I wil be the
best worker you've ever had."
'Well, the pay is comensurate with the the talent, so we'll both see.
Won't we?" I said with a grin, while walking outthe door.
After that, I rushed home, to spruce up te place. No need to put the
woman on edge, before I explained the requirements, of the job.
I live in a small town, about fifty miles from the city. The
neighborhood is mostly retirees, who spend a great deal of time,
watching the neighbors.
Thus far, I had only casual aquaintances with them, and hoped to keep
it that way.
If a young woman stopped by, they all assumed, it was a date or
something. None of them had any clue as to the real purpose of the
visit. Certainly the girls, wouldn't divulge any information.
My house is a small two bedroom, with a huge yard, surrounded by a
tall wooded privacy fence.
I have an in ground pool, and a lavish patio, for entertaining.
Having been divorced years back, I considered my house modest, and
unassuming.
That is, unless you were one of the girls, who worked for me.
I knew that Mary, would not be the normal girl, who came to my house
for an interview. Most of the applicants I hired, were between
eighteen and twenty three, making Mary at least ten years their
senior.
Although young and dumb, makes many men excited, there is something to
be said for an older, more intelligent woman as well. What she may
lack in eager noncommittal sex, she would clearly excel at tender
experienced love making.
But who was I kidding? I thought, giggling to myself. I was an agent
for a few low budget pornographers, and even dabbled in making a few
of my own blue movies, when the price of wages was right.
That is to say, that if a girl wasn't well versed on how much her
performance was worth, I could readily make a few quick grand, and
leave her with a pitance.
Young and dumb. Yep, those are the ones to use, if everyone wants an
equal share or more.
As I readied for her arrival, I began to rehearse my approach.
Usually when a younger girl showed up, I'd hand her an application,
and allow her to fill it out.
Mary, would get the full effect of my total attention.
I knew I wanted to make this interview, a personal one. hopefully,
she'd agree, but even if she didn't, I'd lean a bit more about her
than I already did.
I grabbed my tape recorder, and set it on the table, where the
application was already sitting. Next to it, I placed a stong sweet
wine, to help dull the womans inhibitions. And judging from her past
and what I already knew about her, she'd be loaded with inhibited
thoughts and ideas.
I had just finished changing, after my shower, when I heard the car
door slam outside.
Peering out the window, I noticed my next door neighbor, was doing so
also.
Mary had arrived, and was standing outside of her car, straightening
her business suit of any wrinkles. Then, with an aire of authority,
she walked briskly to the door.
I was closing the bedroom door, when the first knock came, and I
walked to answer it.
I opened the door, just as she was about to reannounce her arrival.
"Hi. Please, come in." I said, opening the door.
"Why thank you sir." She replied, in a dignified attempt.
"We can skip the sir part, until later on. If and when I hire you." I
stated smiling cordially. "Please sit, and pour yurself a gless of
wine."
"This is a business interview, right?" She asked. "Because if it is, I
never drink during business."
"Aha." I thought. "Straight to the point."
"Look. I kind of like to keep it relaxed, and more personal." I
stated. "Unless you have any objections."
"You're the boss." She replied smiling.
"Now. before we begin. I need to tell you, it wasn't necsessary to
dress up for this interview." I said. "And maybe you'll just get up
and leave, when I tell you what kind of job I have, and who I work
for."
"Maybe, and maybe not." She answered, showing a slight bit of nervous
tension.
"You see, I'm sort of a private contractor." I explained. "I interview
girls, and on my recomendations, they are hired by the peolpe who pay
me."
"Sort of a personal director." She added.
"Somewhay like that, although I don't recieve a salary." I continued.
"I get a commision on every girl, when she works."
"Like a broker?" She asked.
Finally, I had enough of the idle bantering, and I spit out what my
job really was.
"I'm a talent scout." I stated blatantly. "I assess, and evaluate
young women, for roles in upcoming adult movies. Adult modelling is my
line of work, and most times, these girls are broke and barely
eighteen."
I expected Mary to bolt, after my blunt explanation, however, she
seemed quite intrigued by my honesty.
"And you're saying, an old woman like me may not command as much pay,
as those young, tight bodied, sexpots?" She finally asked.
"Not at all." I said. "Most of them are very proud of their assets,
and their bodies. On the other hand, women your age usually don't
think of themselves as sexy, or appealing."
"So. I'm too old." She said, crestfallen.
"That's waht you're here to find out. Right?" I asked in return.
"Unless you've had a change of heart."
I could see the long years of modesty, try and over rule her need to
make money, but soon she reaching for the glass of wine before her.
Taking a small sip, she cleared her throat, and began to ask more
questions.
"What do you think?" She asked nervously, before taking another larger
sip. "I mean, do you think I'm modelling material, or am I over the
hill?"
The liquid courage, along with the fact that she was nearly broke,
caused her to rethink her modesty and go all out.
Setting her empty glass down, she stood, and reached behind her head
to undo her hair.
Meanwhile, I refilled her glass.
Then, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, she glared at me with
ravenous eyes.
"Well? What do you think?"
"First off." I explained. "I have a series of questions for you.
You'll need to know what is expected of you, and who you will be
taking directions from. Today, that person is me. And in the future,
you may regret your decision."
Summoning all her courage, Mary bent and retieved her glass. Before
she drank from it, she sensuously licked her lips, in a seductive
manner.
"Well then. Let's get on with it." She stated.
As she sat, she began unbuttoning her suit jacket.
"Whew." She sighed. "It's getting quite warm in here."
Having interviewed, hundreds of women in the past, I knew what to
expect. She was literally trying to make sure, she got the job.
Unfortunatly, she hadn't passed the interview yet, let alone the
screen test.
I smiled, and began to ask her questions. At first just normal job
application questions, but eventually, the answers became harder and
harder to admit.
"What are your measurements?"
"Thirty six, twenty five, thirty four." She replied, with ease.
"Have you had any body modifications, including tattoos, piercings, or
breast implants?"
"None." She said, slower than before.
"Are you natural, shaved, or trimmed, down there?"
"Ah .... trimmed." She said, hesitating a little more.
"So far so good." I said. "But now, the questions will become
increasingly more personal. Are you ready?"
Grabbing the glass and chugging the entire contents, she nodded, and
took a deep breath.
"Until today, how many people have you fucked?"
"You mean made love to?" She inquired.
"No. I mean fucked." I stated bluntly. "Now how many have you fucked?"
"Uh, er, three." She said, blushing deeply.
"See?" I said. "This is why most actresses are young and dumb. They
have little problem, answering these questions."
"Please." Mary begged. "I'll do better. Give me another chance?"
"Okay, but you must answer these quickly. Unless you'd like to quite
now. Also, if I see any possible talent, there will be a screen test
to follow."
"Yes sir." She replied, beginning to slightly slur her words.
"Oral, anal, or vaginal. Which do you prefer?"
"Oh, definitely vaginal." She said quickly. "I don't like blowjobs,
and I've never done anal at all."
"That may be required, to pass the screen test." I stated. "Maybe
you're not cut out for this?"
"No. no. Please." She begged again, seeing the opportunity slipping
away. "If that's what it takes, I'll do it. I really need this job,
and I need the money, it will provide."
"Well then. The money is always a driving force, in this line of
work." I stated. "Some of my girls have made over three thousand
dollars a week. Although the average is about a grand."
"Is that before, or after taxes?" She inquired.
"Taxes?" I asked. "What taxes? I told you this is borderline
unethical, and why pay taxes on your own body?"
Suddenly, dollar signs showed in her eyes. She was expecting far less
pay, than I was talking about. She bent again, to pour herself another
glass of courage, and downed it.
"Are we just about done? Or are there more, before the screen test?"
She asked, smiling widely.
"Well. we have another page or so." I said. "Even though you seem
quite anxious to get to the screening part. Now then, have you ever
been with another female?"
"Only once, but that was a long time ago." She said, becoming more
relaxed, pen, and honest. "She was my best friend, and it only lasted
for about a week, before she up and stole my boyfreind. Good ridance
too. She had no idea what she was doing down there, anyway."
"I'm sorry for changing the subject, but when you mention, "down
there," I became curious. Is brunette your natural color?" I asked.
"Not really." She said. "I'm alot darker, than my hair would lead you
to believe. Actually, truth be told, I have raven black hair, but the
lighter color makes me look alot younger. Don't you think?"
"Don't really know." I said. "I haven't seen what's down below, to
judge it."
"I mean on my head, silly." She mewed, blushing again.
"Well, if you plan on joining our team, you can just relax and show
me."
"Right here?" She said in a very shocked tone. "I mean ... it's not
even dark out, and we're right here in your living room."
"And the nice thing about that is, that no one can see in." I
explained. "Besides, you don't have anything different, than any other
woman has, right?"
"Well yes .... but ....."
"Hey." I finally said, becoming irritated at her shyness. "You came to
me, and asked for this opportunity. I didn't beg you to come here.
This business, is like any other well oiled company. You do what needs
to be done, and that's that. It's all part of the job. Unless you'd
like to leave right now, with no harm done."
"No ..... I mean .... uh, I really need the job, but right here?" She
questioned again.
I suddenly stood, and walked to her. I bent, and picked up her jacket,
and handed it to her.
"My girls do what they're told, and when they're told to do it." I
further explained, escorting her to the door. "I can see right now,
that this isn't your thing. Let's just part friends, and leave it at
that. Maybe I'll see you around."
A wave of defiance came over Mary, as soon as she was in the doorway.
"Alright then." She hissed, throwing her jacket back inside. "If
that's what it takes, then that's wHat I'll do."
She quickly began to unbutton her blouse, and unzip her skirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well? You wanted to see my pubic hair, so I'm going to show it to
you."
"Please." I stated, closing the door. "I have neighbors, and just
because they can't see in, doesn't mean they can't see the open front
door."
"This is what you wanted, so don't worry about them." She argued,
slipping down her skirt and panties together.
Next she struck a models pose, with hands on her hips, and naked from
the waist.
Even though I couldn't see her muff, with the blouse tails in the way,
I noticed that her legs were silky smooth and well toned.
"Look." I began to inform her. "This isn't all nudity and sex. What
the viewers want, is erotic encounters. That old slam bam, tits ass,
and pussy deal, just doesn't work for them. A woman has to be
submissive, alluring, and feminine. Anyone can go through the motions,
but to really portray a willingness, is essential."
"Go ahead." She stated sternly. "I'm as willing as they get. Now do
your look see, and let's get on with it."
"I'm done." I then said. "This is way over your head. You've spent too
many years controlling the situation, and you'll never make it in this
business. My girls are all very pliable, and willing to follow
directions. If course they're much younger."
"And I'm too old?" She asked angrily.
"No, not that." I explained. "Too hardened, and too well seasoned.
That young woman curiousity is gone, and what's left, is nothing more
than a cold bitter attitude. In fact, if I called you names like the
actors do in the films, you'd probably slap me and run out the door."
"Try me!" She said concietedly. "I may just surprise you."
"Okay then." I started out. "First of all, in order to get hired,
you'll have to follow directions readily. Once you agree to that,
you'll be reffered to as a whore, a slut. or a bitch. Secondly, you
will no longer possess a vagina, breasts or butt. After this, they
will be called, twat, cunt, pussy, ass, and tits. Some even prefer the
name milk bags, or cow udders, if they're mice sized like yours. Are
we agreeable so far?"
"Yes." She replied, wide eyed and stunned.
"Thirdly, you will need experience in ass fucking, and sucking cock to
completion." I continued. "There is no room for second best, with my
employers. Either you make the grade, or don't waste my time, and
everyone elses as well. Can you follow through with that?"
Again, Mary only nodded, slightly bewildered.
"Depending on the video segement. your male counter part will shoot
his load, in your cunt, on your face and tits, or in your ass. There
is no reward, for failure to allow this. Understand?"
Suddenly, Mary became quiet and very nervous. She was even trembling
visibly.
"Now that I've expleained everything to you, are you still sure about
this arrangement? Or do you wish to back out?" I asked sincerely.
"I ...I think I need time to digest all of this." She said timidly. "I
thought it was like homemade movies, and you'd pay me to do it with
you."
"Ah yes." I said smiling. "But those things are a dime a dozen. Real
porn actresses, make a living by doing the nasty stuff. That is what
you wanted, right? To make the big bucks, and have your beaver seen by
millions, while they jack off?"
Hearing me put it terms she could understand, caused Mary even more
trauma, and she was nearly ready to run.
"When do I get paid?" She asked.
"After every shoot." I said. "The big boys take the loss, if it
doesn't sell. You can also negotiate for your pay, if you'd like. But
at first, it isn't advised."
Mary remained frozen for a long time, while I refilled her glass once
more.
Without thinking, she slammed this one as well.
My next statement, was a cold harsh slap in the face. I brought her
back to reality quickly, when I spoke.
"Well? What's it going to be? Do we continue the interview, and set
you on a course of fucking for bucks, or would you rather leave and
forget this ever happened? Although I can't pay you, without having
you perform."
Mary was desperate, and she knew of no other career where she could
earn instant cash, like I was offering. She was now in a dilemma, and
I knew she had but one choice.
"What is it you need me to do?" She sighed.
"Good." I replied elated. "Now we can get you set up with a
screentest, unless you have anymore objections. During that time, I
will explain what I do, and why I'm doing it."
"How long will this take?" she asked meekly.
"What? The setting up, or the actual screen test?"
"The whole thing." She said.
I knew her stomach was probably upset, knowing she had fallen prey to
my quick cash scheme, but she didn't look ill.
"We'll get this overwith, and have you out of here in about an hour
and a half." I said, locking the door, and leading her robotically,
towards the spare bedroom.
A wave of sudden fear swept over her, when we entered the room. She
was amazed at the lights and cameras already set up for the shoot.
"First of all, we meed to have some kind of plot." I stated.
"Something that can test your ability to think fast, and improvise."
"Such as ....?"
"Let's just say, you're a local neighbot of mine, and your husband is
gone. You begin to get really lonely, and soon your boredom drives you
over to my place, just to talk. However once you get here, you realize
that talking alone won't do the trick, so you start to seduce me."
"Just like that?" She asked, while I fiddled with the lighting.
"Yep. Just like that. Unless you have a more believable story line.
After all, your future relies on a good shoot, as well as a good
repoire with the camera." I stated.
"You mean you're just going to make up words as you go, and then have
sex with me?" She asked, fully aware of the consequences. "Isn't that
kind of tacky?"
"Beauty my dear, is in the eye of the beholder." I told her. "And with
my expertise, your naked beauty will be an inspiration, to all who
watch this clip. Trust me. Before you know it, you'll screaming out
your climax, for everyone who watches the video. By the way. Are you
protected?"
It would soon become apparent, that in my explanation, she became
totally confused. That is why she nodded yes, to my question.
I gave her some minor pointers, as to where she should look, and what
she was to say. After that, I placed her by the door, as I started the
cameras rolling.
"Just act natural, and go wth the flow. You'll be just fine." I said.
"Trust me."
Again Mary froze, unable to understand how this all started, and what
she was about to do on camera. The thoughts of actually making a porn
video, was most likely, the farthest thing from her mind an hour ago.
"Ready? Action." I yelled, bringing her to her senses. "And why are
you so lonely?"
"I ... I, my husband is gone, and I miss him alot." She said, trying
to pretend this was real.
"Do you miss him, or his huge cock, pounding away in your twat?" I
asked, hoping to startle her.
"Well, I do miss the sex, but what can I do about it?" She asked,
getting into the scene.
"Well? I've got a cock, and I'd love to help you out, by having those
gorgeous legs wrapped around me." I stated, in character. "I'm sure
we'll both enjoy a nice fuck, as long as he doesn't find out."
"Oh no." She replied, as if this were real. "He must never know."
"Well then bitch. Why not get on your knees, and suck me off. And once
I'm good and hard, I an bury my tool deep in your hot married box."
She immediately dropped to her knees, and began to undo my zipper. Had
I not known about her past, I would have assumed, she was an expert at
this.
Once she freed my semi erect weapon, she eyed it cautiously, before
planting light kisses around the shaft.
"Don't tease me you whore. Get on with it. Start sucking it hard,
before I lose my interest in your cunt."
Without the slightest hesitation, Mary opened wide, and took me deep
in her mouth.
I knew right then, that she was honest earlier. After a few painful
scrapes with her teeth, she realized what to do, and soon began to
slather my dick with her tongue.
Before i knew it, she was expertly sucking and moaning, on my stiff
member. It felt so good, that I was nearly at my peak.
"Enough of that, you little slut. Stand up, and take off your clothes,
nice and slow." I said hoarsly.
Again, without delay, Mary stood and began to strip.
I was amazed at her svelt and smooth skin. I had seen older women, but
never one like her. She reeked of maturity, yet kept an aire of
innocence.
Her breasts were very large, and had only the slightest sag to them.
It was apparent she worked out often, because she looked absolutely
stunning. In fact, I was so taken by her beauty, that I envied her ex
husband, who had gotten to deflower her years back. What a treasure he
had, and lost.
Once naked, Mary spun around showing me and the camera, her nearly
perfect body.
She had a look of lust in her eye, and her smile caused my cock to
lurch.
"Why don't you lay down on the bed, and spread those lushcious legs
for me?" I prompted. "I'll bet that tight little cunt of yours, is as
sweet as honey."
Even though she blushed slightly at my words, she did as I asked, and
lifted her knees high and wide.
The thick patch of hair surrounding her hole, did little to hide her
excited clit. It was already emlarged, and begging for attention.
"Tell me how you like it, you fucking married whore." I said rudely.
Mary remained dead silent, until my tongue, touched her blood engerged
nub.
"Ahhhh yesss." she moaned. "That's it. Right there. Suck it for me.
Eat me, eat my cunt, and suck me dry."
Either she was a very talented actress, or I was doing things, that
she had long craved. As I devoured her pussy flesh, she began to
gyrate her hips, and grasp the covers of the bed tightly.
"Awwww fuck yeah!" She cried out, as the first spontaneous climax,
wracked her body.
By this tme, I was so excited myself, that I needed to be planted deep
inside of her tasty slit.
While the orgasm was still ebbing, I mounted her, and asked her how
she wanted it.'
"Slow at first, please." She mewed. "Until it stretches out some. Then
I want it all, hard, deep, and fast."
I slipped the bulbulous head between her swollen labia, and began
thrusting into her, in short quick strokes.
At the time it seemed like hours, before I finally reached botton, in
her hot, tight hole.
I pulled out slowly, leaving my cockhead still inside, before I
pummeled her snatch wildly.
After only a couple of stokes, she was babbling incoherently. After
that, she experienced two more tremendous orgasms, one after the other
quickly.
I was trying to prove my virility, by stavng off my own climax, but
her body movements became too much for me.
As I slammed into her mercilessly, she began to grunt out her needs.
"Fuck me you fucking bastard. Fuck me raw, and make me know I was used
by a nassive cock. Pump me, and make it hurt, I want it all, deep and
hard."
That was it, her body suffered another earth shattering climax, and
her cunt muscles began to milk my shaft wildly.
With one final lunge, I slammed hard and deep, just like she
requested. I think I knocked the wind out of her, because she began to
gasp roughly.
"Take it you fucking whore." I hissed. "Now for the finale. Here's a
healthy load of seed, deep inside of your baby factory. Right where it
belongs, Right?"As I emptied my balls, deep within her, she began
pulling on my arms, and trying to speak.
Unfortunately, all that came out, was a few grunts, and gasps.
I felt like her pussy, was milking every drop of fluid from my
spasming body, as her face contorted.
As I sent the final volley of semen, deep in her cunt, Mary began to
speak in a ragged whisper.
"Don't. Pull out." She gasped.
I thought she wanted more, but what she really wanted, was for me to
cum outside of her.
"You ... fucker." She said agrily, regaining her breath. "You stupid
fucking bastard."
I didn't know how to react. Had she gone mental? Was she a basket
case?
All I knew for sure, was that her grip on my arms, was beginning to
hurt.
I pulled out finally, and made it to my feet.
Meanwhile, she was still hissing, and spitting her outrage.
"Ohhhh you rotten bastard you." She groaned. "What am I to do now?"
I hadn't a clue as to why she was so upset, until she pulled a gob of
sperm from her hole, and moaned as she looked at it closely.
"I'm not on the pill or anything." She stated angrily. "Why didn't you
pull out?"
"I finally realized she was pissed. More pissed than excited. I had
put her through some of my best fucking, and she was still sore at me.
Suddenly the repercussions of my actions, hit me. She may well have
gotten knocked up, by my screen test.
Slowly, Mary rolled over, and got up. She held a hand down under her
pussy, hopingt o catch any discharge, from staining the bed.
Here she was. Possibly pregnant, and still she worried about the bed
getting stained.
I knew she needed the bathroom, so I just pointd her in the general
direction. Meanwhile, the consequeces of my fucking, were racing
through my mind as well.
"What if she's pregnant? What if she did catch? What then?" I thought.
"How would I cope with this, as a talent scout?"
I was being very superficial, and very self centered. I knew I should
apologize, but I was still too ashamned that I'd fucked up. Besides,
it was her who told me, she was protected. Right?
I shut down the cameras, and turned down the lights.
As I finished, Mary rejoined me in the room.
"Why didn't you tell me, you wanted me to pull out?" I asked.
With a half hearted grin, she looked at me, and shugged her shoulders.
"Because, you were definitely, the best fuck I've ever had." She said.
"And with all of that cock in me, who thought about birth control?"
We both chuckled, but eventually we agreed to have her teasted. and
then placed on the pill.
Unfortunately, that never happend either. At least the part about
placing her on the pill.
Yep. She was indeed pregnant.
Looking back, I realize how stupid I was.
I wasted a whole month, wearing a rubber, during the nightly screen
tests that followed.
That was six months ago.
Since then, Mary and I have moved in together, and she has become my
marketing agent for our porno films.
Mary has also helped me locate and hire, some up and coming actresses,
with whom I've had lots of sex with.
It doesn't bother her, she's more into watching right now anyway.
Especially. since she's as big as a house.
Lately, she's found a couple of neighbor women, who are bisexual. She
lets me fuck them, while Mary gets eaten, good and proper like.
My fledgling company, has grown alot since then also. We have a large
selection, of pregnant creampie videos, for sale.
As an added point, Mary has been buying quite a bit of bondage toys
lately. She says they're for after the kids are born. Yes. Twins.
Gosh. Both Mary and I are wondering, how long it'll before her
daughter catches on, and maybe want to join the family business.
It just don't get any better than this, does it?


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