by Carly Katz
He was like an incredible machine. He pumped into her relentlessly and showed no signs of slowing despite having to bear her weight, which wasn’t much. Gwen’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cooed deliriously into his cologne flesh.
His enormous cock stroked into her gaping cunt, hard and deep with every powerful thrust of his hips. The pleasure inside of her welled and mounted. It forced her to the edge of climax and threatened to consume her with fiery euphoria. Gwen was ready, so very ready to cum and could not hold back any longer.
Her pussy squeezed around his dick like a vice as she came. Scott continued to force his pulsating meat into her past the resistance, elevating her beyond the peak of her climax to the most powerful orgasm she ever had. Gwen latched her lips against his neck and moaned wantonly. She didn’t care if they were discovered or not. The moment was too hot, too incredible not to give into completely.
When she was done, Scott held her still. She ran her fingers through his hair and placed tiny kisses along his neck and ear lobe. She wriggled out of his grasp and turned to face the wall. She pressed her body against it, feeling its sexy, leathery texture against her full breasts.
“Fuck my ass,” she whispered over her shoulder and lifted her round, firm cheeks up to him. That was all the invitation he needed.
He spread her cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole. Scott pressed his hips forward as he prodded her rear entrance until it finally gave purchase. Gwen held her breath and felt her tiny pucker open and stretch around his enormous cockhead as he entered her.
Gwen felt every millimeter of Scott’s shaft sinking into her ass and she loved every bit of it. She bucked her ass against him slowly, gyrating to help work it in until she felt his hips pressed against her cheeks. He slowly started reaming her tight entrance, picking up speed every minute or so until he was stabbing his meat into her like a raging beast.
The stench of dust and paint from the wall filled her nostrils as Scott’s thrusts transformed her into an anal whore. This was even better than when he pounded her pink little pussy. Gwen stretched her arms up high above her, looking for somewhere on the wall to dig her fingers into. Her sensitive nipples cried at the rough brushing up and down against the wall.
Scott held her hips tightly in his grasp and fucked upward into her ass with the strength of a god. The pleasure was mouthwatering and Gwen actually drooled from the intoxication. She lashed her tongue out at the wall and forced her large tits against it harder, crooning at the shocks of pleasure that radiated from her begging nipples.
She reached down and fingered her clit in time with Scott’s thrusts. His hips bucked quickly and sharply and she knew he was about to cum. Gwen clenched her ass tightly and Scott grunted and exploded inside of her. She felt his steaming hot cum spew into her ass in thick streams, spurting wildly until she had milked every ounce of his seed.
Gwen dressed quickly and the couple emerged from behind the curtain. Dozens of eyes turned to them briefly, then returned to admiring the artwork of the museum. They found a place in line and continued through the tour hand in hand.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Scott asked her slyly with a smile.
Gwen blushed and sighed whimsically. She’d be game for anything he had up his sleeve.
About Jeanette Lavia
Jeanette Lavia, like many of the erotica talent here at Steam Books Erotica & Romance, started out writing other genres before joining the ranks of erotic stardom. She’s even launched her own line of children’s books – under a different name, of course! Her work under the ‘Jeanette Lavia’ moniker, however, certainly isn’t child’s play. We’re sure her readers are more than happy to indulge in her very, very adult stories.
And more from Jeanette Lavia:
TEMPTATION TAKES OVER
Bianca is having a hard time being productive on her working holiday: designing the graphics for a client's risque website is hot enough to distract her, and Mark, the owner of the café next to her hotel, isn't helping things with his charm and smoldering good looks, either. When circumstances force Biance to do her work her while in close quarters with Mark, temptation takes over.
MAID FOR HIS DESIRE
Lizbeth has arrived to interview for her new housekeeping job, and it turns out to be Darius's incredible mansion. More than that, Darius himself is exquisite, and he's planning to introduce her to a world of lust and passion… provided she does everything he asks. Does Lizbeth have it in her?
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FOR LOVE
OF
MONEY
Jolie James
In the beginning, it was a decision purely rooted in the depths of my financial situation.
I worked in a bank for years. It was my first job when I graduated high school, but I only ever made just enough to pay all my bills and go out on the weekends. For years, almost a full decade, I put off college. The thought of going while holding down the fulltime job I needed was too overwhelming for me. Plus, the added burden to my pocketbook made me want to cry.
Last year, around my birthday, I began to get the oh-my-goodness-I’m-turning-thirty-soon blues, and took up a second job as a bartender. At first, the extra money was unbelievable. Soon, though, I found that it still wouldn’t be enough. My situation seemed even more hopeless, especially when my precious weekends turned into entire nights slaving behind the bar, instead of enjoying a few hours there with all of my friends.
For the most part, everyone I worked with at the bar seemed to be struggling with rent, and bills, and filling the ever-elusive savings account. There were two bartenders, though, who never hurt for money. Lindsey and Becca were the two fulltime girls. They got first dibs on all the best shifts. Together they had an army of regulars who would do anything for them, and pay any amount to sleep with them. I remember hearing over and over again the running joke of how the two ran an underground prostitution ring. The funny thing was, they never denied it. Lindsey and Becca simply laughed along with the rest of us, refusing to give away their secret for financial security.
One night, the bar was inundated with customers. It took the three of us, Lindsey, Becca, and me, almost an hour to clear everyone out after close. Everything was a mess and run down to empty bottles. Becca took care of the cash, Lindsey restocked, and I was left in charge of clean-up. At about a quarter to three in the morning, we were still at least forty five minutes away from being done. Becca was done with the finances and came out to the front to tip us out. She walked up to me with two hundred dollars, and instantly read the disappointment on my face.
“What? Not enough for you?” she asked me, and grabbed a couple full bags of trash to haul out to the back.
I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed the remaining two bags, and then followed her out back. We tossed the bags into the dumpster and she pulled out her cigarettes. Becca handed me one with a lighter after sparking hers and took let out a full, billowing cloud of smoke. I lit my cigarette and the two of us stood in the silence of the alley for a few moments, unwinding and relaxing.
“It’s just enough to pay for groceries and car insurance. I was hoping for about a buck fifty more, but whatever. It is what it is,” I said, coming to grips with disappointment.
The night had been really difficult, and the reward was slim. I turned to look at Becca and noticed she was studying me. I stuck my tongue out at her and smiled. She laughed and finished her cigarette.
Before she turned to go inside, she asked, “So, even with both your jobs, you’re not rolling in the dough?”
“Nah,” I said, “I’m okay. I mean, I can pay for everything I need, but I really want to save up enough to be able to go to school. Even if I became a manager at the bank, I still want a better career. That’s why I took this job, but it’s still not enough to really save much. At this rate, I’ll be forty before I enroll and can pay for it.”
Becca nodded at me with understanding. She looked at
me for a moment longer than I was comfortable with, and it got me a little nervous. She was only a year older than me, but I still felt like she held the upper hand.
I smiled and said, “What? Is the prostitution ring for real or something?” I forced a laugh, hoping she wouldn’t be offended.
She laughed back at me, and shook her head.
“No,” she said, “it’s not a prostitution ring. But, I can tell you more about it if you want.” She turned and pulled open the back door, pushing it out so I could walk in behind her.
My head started to spin. Perhaps it was an ‘escort’ service? I wasn’t sure at all and couldn’t contain my curiosity. We walked back into the bar and Lindsey smiled at us, all finished stocking up. Before I could ask Becca any further questions, she called out to Lindsey.
“So, should we tell Courtney about our side business?” she asked with a great big smile.
Lindsey looked at me like a cat looks at a caged bird. I felt so self-conscious and way out of my league. Lindsey tilted her head to the side and put her hands on her hips in mock consideration.
Slowly, she nodded her head. “Yeah,” she said, “I think we should. She’d probably be really good at it and we could use another female.”
“Another female?” I asked, scrambling in my mind for what they could be talking about.
They didn’t answer, only giggled a little bit. They did a short walk throughout the bar, making sure everything was done, and we all walked outside. Becca locked the door and Lindsey took my arm in hers.
“So,” she said, “you should come kick it at our house for the rest of the night and we’ll tell you about everything. If you don’t like it, we promise you can take off at any time. But, I think that you’ll really like it. I find it to be a very freeing occupation.”
She smiled at me, with sincerity. Lindsey was a truly free spirit. She wasn’t rebellious or mean in any way. She flowed through her life in complete control, and I really liked that about her. Becca was much more intimidating, and still made me nervous. I figured, though, that things might turn out okay. They were the only ones I hadn’t hung out with yet after hours, so at least it would be a chance to get to know them better.
I followed their car to the house they shared up in the hills, just out of town. Becca had an Associate’s degree in foodservice management and Lindsey was working on her Bachelor’s of business. They hadn’t settled down with anyone, and, from what I saw, were perfectly happy living it up for the joy of life. The whole crew knew that Lindsey and Becca had to be doing something on the side, since neither of them came from families with money. However, we could only ever simply speculate. Creeping up their driveway, I felt butterflies rustling about in my stomach. It felt awesome that I was about to find out for sure, and maybe get to tap into their secret.
They pulled up to a double garage and opened the door. Lindsey pulled her car in next to Becca’s. The headlights illuminated the space that was obviously not the typical male’s domain. Storage tubs and portable closets lined either side. The doorway leading to the house was bright red and matched the flooring of the perfectly clean garage. Lindsey and Becca fell out of the car, making fun of how tired they were. They stood up and waited for me to park.
Becca went first into the house, and I followed while Lindsey pushed the button to close the garage. The threshold led to the living room that was beautifully decorated and spacious. I loved how each piece of furniture seemed to have its own little space. There was a loveseat under the window, flanked by tall and luscious, leafy plants. Between two bookcases long the adjacent wall sat a plush reading chair, so big you could probably fit three people on it. In the center of the room opposite of a wrought iron day bed, was a curved couch situated around half of a sturdy, round wooden coffee table. The curtains were heavy and spanned the length of the large window behind the day bed. The only odd thing I noticed was a camera in the corner of the room.
Becca and Lindsey led me into their kitchen as I commented on how awesome I thought their place was. Lindsey opened up the fridge and grabbed out a few hard lemonades. We each opened our bottles and took a seat around their kitchen island on these really cool bamboo bar stools. It was almost four in the morning, but I wasn’t tired at all. If anything, whatever fatigue I felt manifested into some foreign form of boldness, and I spoke up, beginning what turned out to be a life-changing conversation.
“So, please tell me. What do you guys do that lets you live like this and go to school, and have fun, and buy clothes, and…” I drifted off, motioning with my hands in the air. I couldn’t help but be excited by their smiles. It felt like being a little kid again, awaiting anxiously the ultra-super-duper-top-secret secret. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Becca answered.
“It’s not really that complicated,” she said. “We make movies and upload them to a great site online. We sell ad space and subscriptions, we promote like crazy, and we provide quality entertainment.” With that last part, she paused to take a sip of her beer.
Lindsey seamlessly took up the reigns of the explanation. “How comfortable are you with sex, Courtney?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she offered, “The money is seriously worth it, but only if you do it freely and enjoy it as an art, or recreation, or at least something you are comfortable with.”
I looked back and forth between them, letting everything sink in. “You make porn?” I asked, a little more bluntly than I would have liked to.
Neither of them seemed offended, and just kind of gently shook their heads.
“Yeah,” Becca said. “I think it’s a lot of fun, actually, not to mention the added income. We make a lot of money off of our site. Unfortunately, we are finding that we need to give our long time and new viewers something different. We do a great job, and have regular guests, but we could use another actress. What do you think?”
I spent the next hour or so asking them question after question. They were willing to pay me two hundred and fifty dollars for every hour-long movie I acted in for them. As far as they were concerned, their only limitation was how fast they could edit and upload the content, so there was as much work for me as I wanted. Lindsey even did a weekly webcam show that she offered as a subscription. It was paying for her degree.
I looked at them, the sun peaked through the windows, and I felt delirious in my excitement and sleep deprivation. I had always been free in my sexual life. Not having a boyfriend never stopped me from fulfilling that part of me, and this was an exciting new avenue I never thought I’d come across.
I agreed to do a few shoots with them.
We were all so tired, and had gotten a little buzzed. I crashed on their comfy couch when they retired to their rooms, and fell asleep, staring at the camera in the corner.
I woke up a few hours later to water splashing. I heard Becca and Lindsey laughing outside by their pool. Becca was in the water and Lindsey was on a sun chair. They were both completely naked. “Jump in!” Becca said, “It’s the best way to cure a hangover from a night of work and drinking.”
Lindsey walked up to me and handed me her smoothie. I took a sip, and my eyes bounced open when I tasted the vodka.
“Hair of the dog,” she said, while I took another sip and put the glass on the table.
She walked around to get in the water on the shallower side of the pool. I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in, just beside Becca. When I resurfaced, she splashed me and laughed. We swam around and chatted for a while.
I asked them more questions about the types of videos they made. I was down with a lot, but I had my lines. Becca replied saying that I could do whatever I was comfortable with and no one would pressure me otherwise. They both agreed that the girl-on-girl action reaped a lot more money from the internet patrons, but they also had films with their guy friends and other actors. They had all their own camera equipment and editing software. I was so impressed, and I knew it had to be true. I worked with them regularly, and I knew they were never stressed about money.
So, I asked when we could start, and took a dive underwater to swim across the pool.
After we finished our swim, the girls took me on a tour of the rest of their house. They each had their own bedroom with adjoining bathrooms decorated to suit their individual personalities. Their closets were full, but Becca’s was way more organized than Lindsey’s. They had a third room for their office and editing space, computers and bookshelves lined the walls. The fourth bedroom was decked out with a large bed suspended from the ceiling by thick ropes. It swung when you pushed it and was encompassed by gauze like drapes. There were screens to reflect light and lots of different lamps. On the other side of the room, there was a swing and some bondage gear. On a set of shelves were dildos, vibrators, and cases that probably contained things beyond anything I had ever seen before. Lindsey told me they kept costumes in the garage closets. When we finished my tour, we went back into the kitchen for a snack before my first shoot.
Since I told them I had never been with another girl before, they decided to start me out with one of their better actors. They assured me we would hit it off great, and that he was on his way over for a few drinks before the shoot.
After not too much longer, the doorbell rang and Mason walked in. He was just a smidge under six feet, with broad shoulders and a wide chest. I could see the outlines of his six pack abs through his tight blue shirt. The jeans he wore were loose fitting, but didn’t hide the great ass he carried behind him, or the bulge of his package in front. His hair was a shaggy, wavy dark blonde that fell across his ocean blue eyes.
Yeah, I thought that he and I would hit it off great, too.
We sat around the pool, getting to know each other better. Becca and Lindsey made sure we talked about any personal boundaries, and we discussed what type of plot we wanted to put together. I was a little nervous about actually talking and acting on screen, so they decided the film would be mostly without lines and have a lot of great sex shots. After a while, there was nothing much more to talk about, so Lindsey led me to the garage to look through costumes. It was like getting to put together your own fantasy, and I loved every second of it.
