Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 04

February 6, 2021

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 4:  Incentives -

- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Afternoon -

As I sat in my seat at the island countertop, I struggled to eat the quesadilla I’d made for myself, both because I had a physical obstacle in my way, as well as the fact that the aforementioned obstacle was making it difficult to focus on anything aside from my cock throbbing against her weight.

My older friend, Amber, wasn’t wearing any underwear with her electric-blue silk nightgown, and was also still a little wet from me eating her out on the couch. Thus, she opted to sit in my lap, on my rock-hard cock, instead of sitting her bare ass on the stool next to me.

Needless to say, my hands were busy groping her huge 36-DD tits, my head swimming with passion as I felt her large nipples through the silky material, my cock sincerely hurting but feeling amazing at the same time -- all while she largely ignored me, seeming quite comfy as she took small bites of her quesadilla and played with her phone.

Fuck, I both loved and hated everything about this situation.

My jeans had a huge wet spot now from my own leaking cock, and I was beginning to feel her own dampness from her wet pussy through my pants as well. Shit, I just wanted to bury my cock in her pussy again and fuck her so bad. But I knew she wanted me to wait.

At one point, I couldn’t help but begin tensing my hips, growing more and more desperate for relief, but she made it crystal clear that wasn’t acceptable.

“Hey,” she said in a chastising tone, slapping one of my hands on her tits. “If you want to feel me up, then you need to be a good chair and stay still.”

Needless to say, she held all the cards and always had, which meant for now I was whipped.

“I’m trying, Amber,” I replied simply, moving one arm to wrap around her waist as I leaned forward to kiss her exposed upper back, struggling to keep my hips still as I held one huge tit firmly in my grasp. Fuck, I wanted to wrap my fingers in her blonde hair and yank her head back as I grinded into her slutty snatch.

I bet she’d like that, but I also didn’t feel entirely comfortable taking control in that way at this point.

“Uhh,” she groaned with a shiver from my kisses. “Yeah, that feels nice, baby. Keep those kisses coming.” She then set her cheesy quesadilla down, looking like she was only using her phone as an excuse to stare at something now, reaching up to cover my hand holding her tit.

“Amber,” I whispered against her spine, causing her to shiver again. “I need you so bad. Can we please fuck?”

She sighed heavily, glancing back at me as she replied, her light green eyes sympathetic. “Sorry, baby. I really need you to watch some of the porn videos I’ve made, and I really doubt you’ll want to right after I’ve made you cum.” She twisted in my lap then, setting her phone down, her heavy tits suddenly right there, the shiny blue silk of her nightie barely covering them up. “But you’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” she continued. “And I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want, okay? Even if I’m asleep.”

“Are you sure?” I wondered, feeling a little awkward about fucking her while she was unconscious, but also more interested right now in leaning forward to kiss the massive amount of side-boob I had in my face.

“Definitely, baby,” she replied, wrapping her arm around my head as she pulled the silk to the side a little, so I could kiss and suck on her huge nipple. “I actually love being fucked awake. Obviously, it doesn’t happen very often, but the few times I’ve spent the night with my boyfriend, I discovered that waking up to him cumming in my pussy was fucking hot.”

Honestly, I was so horny right now, I didn’t even care to hear about her experiences with her ex-boyfriend. All I cared about was feeling her soft areola skin underneath my lips and the sensation of sucking her huge nipple into my mouth.

Fuck, she was a slutty goddess in every way.

And now I was nursing on her like I expected to make her tits my meal instead of my quesadilla, my other hand grasping at her other tit and pinching her nipple, thereby stimulating them both.

“Fuck, baby,” Amber moaned, beginning to run her fingers through my hair. “That feels amazing. Definitely should have fucked you a long time ago,” she added playfully, running her fingers through my hair. “It would have been nice to have a boy-toy around the house to play with whenever your mom and dad were out. Just imagine all the fucking we could have done last year. The day you turned eighteen, I should have just jumped your bones and fucked your brains out.”

I only grunted in acknowledgment, almost feeling somber that she hadn’t done just that and surprised me on my birthday over a year ago, but also suspecting she wouldn’t have been quite as bold back then.

No, the only reason why she was more bold now, especially when it came to fucking me, was because she’d fucked enough guys to know that probably no one said ‘no’ to her. It didn’t matter if they had a girlfriend, or even if they were married. It didn’t matter if their job was potentially at risk, or if people finding out would ruin their reputation forever.

All that mattered was getting fucked by my hot friend, and I unfortunately had all those guys to thank for her growing confident enough to suspect that even I couldn’t deny her.

But shit, I really wanted her to myself now.

And if that was my goal, then I’d have to do my best to stay balanced as I walked a razor thin line between being her friend, porn business partner, lover, and emotional support as she continued to fuck for money.

I just hoped that her sincerely falling in love with me would result in me getting her to myself for good.

After a few minutes of me sucking on Amber’s nipple while she ran her fingers through my hair, she finally laughed softly, sounding amused. “Okay buddy, I think I probably need to break the news that you aren’t going to get any milk out of these tits. Why don’t you eat your lunch and save my tits for dessert?”

I let go of her nipple, only to kiss the soft dark skin around it again, replying quietly. “I’d rather eat you out than eat my quesadilla,” I whispered, continuing to rub my lips on her tit.

She giggled. “Oh baby, I think I’ve turned you into a sex addict,” she laughed. “I might have to keep an eye on you, or else you’ll end up fucking every chick you see, and I need you to save those huge cum shots for me.”

“I do feel kind of addicted to you,” I hedged, feeling like I was balancing on that thin line again, knowing it would probably be a bad idea to clarify that I didn’t plan on fucking anyone else -- I only wanted her.

Amber sighed as she ran her fingers through my hair, her tone still amused. “Well, if you’re not going to eat right now, then how about we get comfortable on the couch and watch some porn. The sooner we get it over with and discuss it, the sooner we can watch whatever you want to watch.” Her light green eyes became more endearing as she reached up to tuck some of her blonde hair behind her ears. “And I’ll even watch lesbian shit with you, if that’s what you want.”

I gulped at that. “Umm, well if you want me to eat, then you’ll probably have to find a different place to sit,” I admitted begrudgingly.

Because, in a weird way, I both felt a little sick to my stomach but also hungry at the same time, uncertain if eating would make the sensation go away, or just make it worse.

“Sure,” she agreed warmly, leaning down and getting her tits all in my face as she kissed the top of my head. She then slid off my lap, readjusting the top of her nightie as she did so, her change in position revealing the damage we’d both done.

Fuck, my jeans were soaked between the two of us.

I was definitely going to have to change before we snuggled on the couch, although I realized I wanted to be more comfortable anyway, planning on putting on a pair of shiny gym shorts in hopes that Amber liked it, and so she’d have easier access to my cock if she wanted.

When Amber looked down at my lap, she laughed. “Wow, I suppose I shouldn’t be so surprised you’re capable of leaking so much precum. You should get into something more comfortable after you eat too.”

I nodded, trying to focus on my quesadilla now. “Yep,” I agreed. “Was already thinking that.”

“Hey now,” she said playfully, leaning forward on the counter seductively as she tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear again, her light green eyes alluring. “I wanted you to eat your lunch, not stop paying attention to me.”

I shrugged, really trying hard to ignore her now, just so I could tease her.

“Uh, no. You did not just shrug at me!” she exclaimed in mock disbelief, only to reach up to pull on the small silky fabric holding her tits, causing them both to fall out.

It took all of my willpower to not look, focusing on the flavor of the yummy taco spices mixed in with the cheese and a hint of mild taco sauce. Honestly, I did a pretty decent job at cooking these, for a simple cheese quesadilla. It was easily twice as good as what I could get at a fast-food joint.

“Uh!” she scoffed again, leaning toward me even more and hooking an arm around my neck to pull my face into her exposed breasts. “Kiss my tits, baby. Don’t give that cheesy goodness all your attention!”

I shrugged again, my cheek pressed up against her nipple, trying to keep my voice even. “You know, I tried that actually, but got nothing yummy from them. So, I guess I’ll have to settle for this.”

She laughed at that, reaching up to ruffle my hair. “Oh, I bet you’d love it if I was lactating, wouldn’t you, twerp.”

I frowned at that, my thoughts focusing on the reality of what that would imply. “Theoretically, maybe. But that would mean you just gave birth and had a newborn to feed instead.”

She laughed again. “Nope! I could take medicine to induce lactation, and once it starts, all a woman needs is regular stimulation to keep it going.”

I pulled away to look up at her in surprise. “Wait, really?”

She chuckled more, her expression becoming haughty, seeming to assume I was really interested in the idea. “Oh, baby. You’re so perverted.” She then gave me a wink, her light green eyes amused for a second, only to grow more serious. “But yes, it’s possible. I’ve actually thought about doing it, just to potentially offer breastfeeding as one of my services, but I’ve read that my tits would probably leak a lot and they’d get even bigger than they are.” She sighed. “Between constantly staining my bras, needing to buy bigger ones, not to mention being required to possibly pump to make sure I have enough stimulation, and then the fact that my tits might become saggy if I chose to stop, I ended up deciding it wasn’t worth it. Too many cons and not enough benefits to outweigh them.”

“I see,” I said simply, finally giving her tits my attention and sucking her nipple into my mouth, since it was right there and all.

She immediately embraced my head, moaning loudly. She then sighed, sounding content. “Here’s a tip, baby. Try sucking it between your teeth, but don’t bite it. Like, position your teeth as if you are going to bite, but then suck instead. You’ll make me feel really good then.”

A little confused as to what exactly she meant, I focused more on my jaw muscles instead of my lips, creating a narrow space between my teeth as if I was going to bite down, and then just continued sucking, my lips still creating the suction needed since her huge tit was all up in my face.

Amber moaned again as her nipple scraped gently between my front teeth, her hands instantly running up my hair on the back of my head as she jutted her chest out more. “Oh fuck, yes. That’s perfect,” she whispered.

Figuring I could give the same kind of stimulation with my fingernail, I twisted slightly as I grabbed her other tit, continuing to suck her nipple into my mouth through my teeth as I gently scratched the tip of her other nipple.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed, leaning heavily into me. “Oh yes, fuck yes,” she moaned. “That’s perfect, baby. Not all women will like it like this, but you’re doing it perfect for me.”

I grunted in acknowledgment, deciding to reach down with my other hand to slip between her wet swollen folds, easily sliding two fingers right into her pussy. Amber gasped from the sensation, placing one hand on my shoulder, as if to steady herself, while grasping a fistful of my hair.

“Oh fuck, baby, what are you doing to me?” she gasped.

I didn’t respond, continuing to tug her nipple into my mouth rhythmically, sucking in air from my nose, inhaling the fresh body wash scent on her tits from her earlier shower, while gently scratching her other nipple and probing at her G-spot.

I felt like I’d won a small victory when she let go of my hair to reach down between her legs, her other hand still on my shoulder, moaning louder as she began rubbing her own clit above my hand. Looking up, I saw her light green eyes were closed now, her lips parted slightly, starting to form the little ‘o’ as she approached a sincere orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, beginning to breathe heavier. “I want to tell you a small secret,” she gasped, moaning even louder. “The idea of fucking you has actually turned me on for a while now, and in some of the porn videos I want you to watch, you’ll see me cum for real.”

She whimpered then, picking up the pace as she rubbed her clit harder, even as I continued to stimulate her nipples and G-Spot. I also kept my eyes on her too, looking up to watch her expression.

“And when I was cumming,” she continued, her brow furrowing as her jaw jutted out slightly, her full bottom lip looking even juicier. “I was imagining you stumbling upon my porn videos online. Imagining you jerking off, and not realizing it was me getting fucked until we were both cumming at the same time.”

Shit, was she serious?

She opened her eyes then, her cheeks flushed as her passionate light green gaze met mine. “I even thought about creating a random email address to send you a link anonymously.” She moaned, closing her eyes again. “But now I want that fantasy to come true, baby. I want to make you cum while you watch me cum.” She bit her bottom lip, clearly fantasizing about it now. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Watch me cum for you. I want to see that huge load shoot out as you watch me scream for you. I want you to cum all over me while you watch me -- fuck. Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”

I quickly wrapped my free arm around her waist as her entire body dropped down half a foot like her knees were buckling, trying to support her weight with my fingers in her pussy, combined with my one-arm embrace.

“Uhh!” she continued to moan, shivering and twitching in my arms, leaning more heavily into me as she also used her arm wrapped around my shoulder to support some of her weight. “Oh fuck, please baby. Please, you’re so good,” she whimpered, leaning forward, searching for my lips now.

Immediately, the moment we kissed, she stuck her tongue in my mouth, continuing to moan and whimper as she prodded her clit, my fingers motionless in her pussy now, but pressed firmly into her G-spot.

She then pulled away just enough to speak. “Mmm, that was so good, baby,” she whispered, pressing her lips firmly into mine again. We continued to kiss like that for a few more seconds, my cock raging hard and unsatisfied, before she finally stood up a little and moved one leg between my knees, settling down on my thigh and cock both.

Having pulled my hand free of her pussy, I wrapped both arms around her tightly, the air feeling cool against my wet fingers as our lips met again, her head rocking gently with mine as she continued to kiss me passionately, moving her hands to the sides of my face.

Figuring she wouldn’t mind too much, I decided to wipe her fluids off my fingers onto her blue silky lingerie before placing my hands on her slim waist and feeling the smooth shiny material as she continued to make-out with my face like she was practicing her kissing technique. She was so intense and passionate about it, her face still flushed, that it very much felt like she was doing something to me, rather than us participating in it together.

I felt like I was going to explode as her smooth thighs shifted and squeezed against my cock, all her weight and warmth pressed firmly on my own thigh. Yet, even though my jeans grew significantly more wet, it still wasn’t quite enough to make me cum.

Which only left me more sexually frustrated, but in the back of my head I felt like this was a really intimate moment for her and didn’t want to ruin it by demanding my own relief. Thus, instead, I focused on the feeling of her heavy tits pressed against my upper chest, moving my hands down to her hips and around to her butt as I felt the silk over her tight ass. All the while, her lips remained locked with mine, her tongue teasing my own as she gently rocked into me over and over again.

Deciding to explore some more, I slipped my fingers into her crack to feel for her asshole, another burst of arousal hitting me when I felt the puckered spot, feeling it pulse rhythmically against my touch. Tapping it a few times like a button, I then pressed more firmly, surprised when Amber’s kissing slowed down and her asshole relaxed some, almost in encouragement. I was then even more surprised when I started easing my middle finger in without much resistance, the sensation tight but yielding.

Then again, I supposed that a single finger was nothing compared to the average cock.

It wasn’t until I buried half my middle finger in her ass that she resumed her more intense kissing, readjusting her position a little on my thigh as she began grinding her hips slightly, rubbing her wet pussy into my jeans.

Fuck, I wanted to cum so bad.

But I also had my eyes set on a bigger prize, and didn’t want to ruin this moment. So I resisted shoving her off my lap and against the counter, suspecting that fucking her from behind wouldn’t be overly arousing for her since she already got there, instead enjoying the sensation of her asshole pulsing around my second knuckle.

When she finally pulled away a little to speak, her hands still holding my face, her light green eyes were passionate.

“I love you so much, baby,” she whispered, her full lips pouting slightly. “I never knew how much I really needed this.”

“How much you needed me?” I tried clarifying hesitantly.

Thankfully, it didn’t snap her out of her obvious lust, her gaze only intensifying. “Yes, baby. In a single day, you’ve given me three of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” She leaned down to kiss me again, only to pull away with a small smile, her tone sounding more normal. “Granted, technically you had help,” she teased.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Because she’d been speaking with her ex-boyfriend on the phone the first two times, and this last time she was fantasizing about me jerking off while I watched her ex-boyfriend fuck her in one of her porn videos.

She laughed at my reaction, leaning down to plant another kiss. “But it was still you that got me there,” she said reassuringly. “And it was something only you could have done for me,” she added even more meaningfully, her light green gaze affectionate now as she gently stroked from my temple down to my jaw.

“Did I score some points?” I asked hopefully.

She grinned, giggling again. “A few,” she teased, reaching up to tuck some of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Though if you really want to score points, then you’ll make my fantasy come true,” she added, a hint of her mocking haughtiness returning.

I sighed. “Well, if I’m being completely honest, I would have definitely masturbated to your porn if I’d ever accidentally found it.”

“Or if I’d sent you a link anonymously,” she added playfully. “Now I kind of wish I had.”

“Why didn’t you?” I wondered.

She sighed. “Well, because that would have been a huge risk, baby. What if you told your parents? Honestly, it wasn’t until I saw how you looked at me this morning that I decided it was worth taking the chance to try to seduce you.”

I scoffed. “You sound like you’ve been uncertain all this time, but you didn’t seem so unsure this morning.”

She frowned. “The look you gave me was encouraging, but I was a bit more nervous about it than I let on,” she admitted. “It also kind of helped that you looked a little depressed, as if you’d caught your girlfriend cheating on you.”

I grimaced at that, looking away.

“Hey,” she said gently, reaching out to grab my chin, turning it toward me. “I broke up with my boyfriend for you. And even though I’ll still be fucking for money, we’re going to be living together and making porn together. Like, I’m sharing everything with you, baby, including my secret. At this point, you’re more of a real boyfriend than anyone else I’ve ever been with before.”

I sighed heavily, deciding to point out the obvious. “Yeah, but you don’t want me to view you that way,” I countered, feeling a little depressed now, even though my cock was still raging hard.

She pouted. “I don’t want you to get jealous like a normal boyfriend would,” she clarified. “And honestly, as I kind of mentioned before, I wouldn’t complain if you decided to fuck around a little. It would actually probably be good for you to get some experience with other women, since we aren’t all the same and like different things. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I just don’t like the standard limitations society places on that kind of relationship.”

“You want to date, but not be exclusive,” I realized.

“I don’t want sex to be exclusive,” she clarified. “Especially since it’s a big way I make money. But baby, no guy is ever going to be able to compete with the relationship we share. Because you’ll always still be the twerp I grew up around. My younger hot friend with a monster cock,” she added playfully.

I sighed heavily, deciding I was done eating for now.

“Well, I guess let’s start watching some porn together,” I replied. “Just don’t be shocked when I’m not thrilled about getting off to it.”

She shook her head. “I won’t try to get you there when we watch my porn. I need you to learn from it, and I need you willing to watch, so I’ll wait until after we’ve gone over a few vids before we entertain ourselves with whatever you want to watch.” She unexpectedly grinned. “I’ll even sit reverse-cowgirl on you, so we can both watch a couple of chicks fuck, while we fuck.”

My eyes widened in shock, realizing she was going straight for the ace up her sleeve, likely assuming I’d be very interested in that, since lesbian porn was almost universally accepted as being the hottest shit out there.

“Umm…okay,” I agreed.

She grinned, her tone mocking now, her light green eyes haughty. “Think you can handle watching me get fucked, twerp, if it means you’ll get to fuck me while we watch two sluts fuck each other?”

I gulped, knowing she was well aware of what she was doing. “Umm, yeah, I’ll put up with it,” I agreed.

Her pompous facade faded away, and she giggled. “That’s what I thought,” she teased. “And I’ll even start with the good stuff,” she added, standing up off my thigh and gesturing for me to follow her back to the couch.

However, I made a quick trip to the sink instead, washing my hands first, my cock straining so hard against my soaked jeans that it sincerely hurt. Then, I headed over to her after drying them. “And what’s the good stuff?” I asked hesitantly.

She glanced over her shoulder with a grin, before grabbing the remote to the large flatscreen TV on the wall, followed by her laptop. She then patted the couch next to her after sitting down on the blankets, focusing first on the TV and then her computer.

A few seconds later, as I sat beside her, the laptop’s screen was displayed on the big screen.

A porn site was already loaded up, and it was surprisingly one I was pretty sure I’d heard of, but not one I personally visited, simply because I was perfectly fine with one or two sites, and didn’t see the need for checking out slightly lesser known places online.

However, as she navigated through her profile, I suddenly realized something significant.

“You’ve never shown this to your boyfriend,” I whispered in surprise, recalling what he’d said over the phone.

She nodded, remaining focused on her laptop screen, even though it was being projected to the TV. “Yep, you’re the first guy I’ve ever shared this with,” she agreed simply.

I nodded, realizing she was focused as she searched through the several dozen videos for the one she wanted. Scanning the page, I found it slightly amusing, but unsurprising, that her profile picture was a closeup of her tits tastefully clad in a black PVC corset, making her look even bustier than usual. I suspected that it was to give the impression that she was into some kinky stuff, and that viewers would have to watch her videos if they wanted to see those tits naked.

However, as I further examined some of the video names, I was surprised to realize that she’d done all kinds of porn, including…well, including taboo porn…

“Ah, here it is,” she said cheerfully, clicking on a video with the title ‘Fucking his buddy’s girlfriend.’

I gulped, suspecting I knew where this was going. If I had to guess, then I was the buddy in this situation, at least in Amber’s perception, with her being my hypothetical girlfriend that was getting fucked by my hypothetical friend. Either that, or she was pretending that her boyfriend was actually me.

Hard to say, since I could see it going either way.

“This was one of the videos where you cummed for real,” I assumed.

Amber seemed really excited, focusing on the TV to watch with me. “Yep! And I hope you can try to enjoy it, because I was thinking of you the whole time.”

I nodded, seeming uncertain as the video began playing, kind of wanting to clarify which fantasy she’d been imagining, but unable to bring myself to do it.

The first thing I noticed right away was that the thumbnail, and video itself, had a sort of amateur feel to it, which I suspected was intentional, since a few of the other thumbnails looked much more professional.

Made sense, given the kind of porn this was supposed to be. Amateur and taboo went well together. And I suspected that blurring their faces, or even just ensuring they didn’t end up in the shot, would seem more natural, considering the theme.

Because the idea was that this was real, and they wouldn’t want to risk getting found out.

And sure enough, as her ex-boyfriend walked into an unfamiliar bedroom, that seemed kind of gender neutral, the camera focused on Amber in pink silky gym shorts with no shirt, in the process of unhooking her white bra strap, almost as if she was undressing after working out at the gym.

Except, she wasn’t sweaty at all, and had a silver thong pulled up on her hips.

Not to mention, she was unhooking a lacey bra, instead of taking off a sports bra.

“Where was this filmed?” I wondered, watching as her ex-boyfriend cleared his throat, with her acting all startled that he had caught her half-naked.

Amber nodded, almost as if she expected the question. “At his parent’s place. We tried to make his room look a little more feminine, so that it would seem like a girl’s room, but he didn’t have much to work with, since he doesn’t have any siblings.” She paused to point at the TV, toward the bed. “We put that dark green comforter on, instead of his red stuff, since it’s a bit more common for girls to like green.”

I nodded, feeling both aroused and uneasy as I watched Amber banter with her ex, taking on a very different persona than I was used to, simply because she was acting like the innocent type who would never consider doing anything devious.

Honestly, seeing this side of Amber was super hot, even if it was an act, and I found myself really interested in reenacting this type of video with her. However, it also sucked knowing that she’d experienced all these amazing sex sessions with someone else.

I couldn’t really complain though, especially since I knew she’d have never gotten bold enough to try fucking me if it weren’t for all her sexual experiences. Not with how traditional our parents were, with them being the biggest reason why us having sex felt so taboo.

No doubt they’d lose their shit if they knew.

No doubt they’d try to guilt us into thinking about how it would affect their reputation if people found out.

Plus, I supposed it helped that all these videos were things that happened in the past, even though I knew she wouldn’t only be fucking for money in the foreseeable future. Of course, I knew she’d continue to fuck for grades, and enjoy it, as well as her ex-boyfriend occasionally, assuming he’d pay up.

But, at the very least, I felt like maybe I could enjoy this for what it was, even if I might not get off to it.

I just needed to focus on Amber in the shot, and remember that I would have jerked off to this in a heartbeat if I’d accidentally stumbled upon it on my own. Or even if I’d been sent a link via an anonymous message. Nothing had really changed since then, except that now I got to fuck the real thing, instead of only wishing for that fantasy to come true.

In the video, after a couple of minutes of taunting and pretend reluctance, once the ‘forbidden’ lines were crossed and the true action began, the camera focused more heavily on Amber’s tits as they kissed, the sound of them making-out providing the background noise while the viewer got an amazing sight of the younger woman’s busty body.

It wasn’t until the ‘pornstar Amber’ moaned ‘Oh fuck, baby,’ that I realized she was already fantasizing about me. I wasn’t even sure why, but something about her tone tipped me off.

And sure enough…

Amber spoke up beside me, her voice quiet. “I think one of the reasons why this video is so good is because I was thinking about you the whole time,” she admitted. “I’m sure you can imagine what we were roleplaying, but I just pretended like it was me and you flipping the roles. As if it was you coming onto me, even though I was with someone else, rather than me being the assertive one.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath, deciding to begin sharing my thoughts on it. “Yeah, that may be part of the reason why it’s good,” I agreed. “Although, this kind of porn is pretty popular anyway. A lot of people like the amateur style, because it feels more real, and I think most people can tell the difference between someone playing it up, because they’re acting, versus someone truly fucking for real.”

She looked up at me in surprise. “Since when did you become an expert on porn?” she asked seriously.

I grimaced, glancing away, even as the action escalated a bit more on the widescreen TV before us. “Umm, well, I’ve kind of admitted I watch porn occasionally.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Umm, especially lesbian stuff,” I added.

She laughed. “Shocker!” she teased.

I sighed, focusing on her again as I decided to elaborate. “But there are pretty much two main kinds of lesbian porn. Or any porn, for that matter. The kind that’s real, and the kind that’s not. In more professional lesbian porn, it’s obvious they are actresses, because they are loud, do a lot of excessive moaning, and overall just kind of act like they are trying to fill up the silence with extra noise, including laughs. But real lesbian porn? They are often quiet, and the little moans they make a real and only grow louder when one of them is getting close to cumming.”

Amber just stared at me in disbelief. “Wow,” she finally said. “Maybe we should examine some lesbian vids as well, before I fuck you while watching it.” She then grinned at my reaction. “Any other tips you want to add?” she wondered.

I shrugged. “I mean, I don’t feel like that’s much of a tip. Most porn is kind of like that.” I then paused as I focused more heavily at the large cock sliding between Amber’s thighs -- not penetrating yet, since they were still kissing, but clearly working in that direction. Gesturing to the TV, I continued. “I mean, take this for example. He’s mostly silent, and the noises you’re making aren’t overly exaggerated, and sound real.” I paused. “Because they arereal. You aren’t acting here.”

She focused on the TV too, seeming to consider that idea as she watched herself getting fucked.

Which kind of left me a little confused, since I felt like what I was pointing out was obvious.

“Did you really not notice the difference?” I finally wondered.

She frowned. “Well, no, not really. I don’t really watch porn myself,” she admitted, only to glance up at me hesitantly. “I’m much more interested in fucking in real life than watching others do it, and I fuck more than enough to not need this kind of thing to masturbate on my own.” She paused. “Plenty of good memories to use for reference.”

I nodded, deciding to not let it bother me, since I wanted her to continue being honest with me, and knew the hesitation she was showing now was coming from the little faces I was making when she said something unpleasant. Something that was just a fact about her reality.

Glancing back at the screen as they moved to the bed, the shot now focusing on her naked ass, with it appearing as if the guy was going to fuck his buddy’s girlfriend from behind, I decided to focus on her previous question.

“As far as other tips go, I hate to say this, but I want to be objective about it…” I sighed, heavily, knowing I had her full attention. “I feel like the best porn, even the good amateur videos, all have something in common…”

“And what’s that?” Amber asked curiously.

“A third person to record the video,” I admitted, knowing that the porn I was currently watching would probably be a thousand times better if her ex-boyfriend didn’t have to manage the camera while he was busy fucking her.

Amber frowned. “Well, that would be a big problem with us,” she replied. “Because it would mean the person handling the camera would have to know our little secret, giving them quite a bit of power over us, since we don’t want our families to find out. Not to mention, no doubt they’d expect a cut of the profits, and the secret itself would give them a lot of leverage there. I’m not sure if the better quality video would make enough money to ensure the cost of the cameraman was worth it.”

I nodded in agreement. “Plus, I honestly have zero interest in another guy being there when we have sex, which is why I was hesitant to even bring it up.”

She immediately shook her head. “No, of course not,” she agreed. “No way in hell would I let a guy in on this, since that would open me up to being blackmailed into fucking him too.” She shook her head again. “No, if we had a third person record the videos, it would have to be a chick.”

I looked at her in surprise. “You’d really be okay with that?” I asked seriously.

She rolled her light green eyes. “Doesn’t matter,” she hedged. “The fact that I’d be fucking you pretty much eliminates the possibility either way, since there’s not really anyone I’d trust with our secret. Maybe we can work with a really good tripod or something.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose that’s an option,” I agreed, glancing at the TV when ‘pornstar Amber’ was really starting to moan for real, as she got fucked from behind, whimpering and groaning into the comforter with her ass up in the air.

Fuck, it was hot.

I had to admit my cock was throbbing pretty hard by the time she was screaming in sincere ecstasy half a minute later.

The video on the TV unexpectedly paused then, only for it to navigate back to the previous page.

I glanced at Amber as she focused on the computer.

She replied automatically in response to my gaze. “Figured you didn’t want to see him getting there,” she replied, searching through her videos again.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not at all interested in that.” I then paused, thinking about it -- the idea of skipping the parts I didn’t want to see. “Although, have you ever thought about trying to add timestamps? Will the website let you do that?”

She looked up at me in confusion. “Oh, umm, I guess I could do that. But why? Never really saw the point in it.”

“You realize a lot of guys don’t sit through the whole video, right?” I said seriously. “Most of them just want to skip to the fun part, or the part that’s most interesting to them, and then move on.”

She scoffed. “Then what’s the point of acting out these sketches if no one watches the whole thing?” she retorted, almost as if she was offended by the idea.

I shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong. There probably are plenty of people who watch the whole thing, but the beauty of timestamps is that you can make it easy for viewers to find exactly what they want to see. Because some people will want to watch it all, or most of it, while others just want to see you orgasm. Or they just want to see your tits while they listen to you kissing. Or maybe some even just want to see a big cock cumming in your pussy. Everyone is different, and timestamps kind of make it easier for everyone to find exactly what they want in your video.”

She pursed her lips as she considered that, still focused on her laptop screen. “Huh, okay. I guess I can try that out then. See if it makes a difference in views or anything.”

I nodded, suddenly kind of wondering how much money she was actually making from this. After a couple of seconds, I decided to ask.

“So about the money?” I said hesitantly. “You said a lot?”

She frowned. “Not as much as you might think,” she admitted, only to take a deep breath. “Honestly, I would never admit this to my ex-boyfriend, but I was actually losing money on most of the videos we made.”

“Wait, seriously?” I said in surprise.

She nodded with a grimace. “Yeah, I promised him a grand per vid when we first started, only to discover that most of my videos barely made a couple hundred in the first month that I posted them. And then after that, it was practically pennies.”

Now I was confused. “So then?”

She glanced at me hesitantly, and sighed. “Well, I sort of had a video go viral last month and it’s kind of pushed the view count on all my videos up quite a bit, enough to amount to me earning several thousand. But for all I know, it could disappear next month. Or the month after that. And even if the traction doesn’t disappear, it would be a few months before I even broke-even on what I paid out for them.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, you really can’t just rely on the porn income at this point.”

“No, not at all,” she agreed. “I make most of my money by fucking and giving blowjobs. And that’s how I’ve basically funded all these videos.” She sighed. “But I’m viewing this as a normal startup, and by the time I’m out of college, I’m hoping to have enough videos doing well that it’ll all be worth it.”

Well, shit.

I sighed. “I guess you at least don’t have to worry about paying me for them,” I pointed out.

She shook her head. “I’d still like to support you,” she replied, her expression becoming vulnerable as she focused on her screen again. “So I’m still paying you in a way.” She frowned. “But yes, that is a perk to using your cock, instead of his.”

I frowned as well, recalling all the ‘live videos’ I usually saw advertised on a lot of porn sites. “Have you ever thought about doing webcam stuff?” I wondered. “I’m pretty sure that’s kind of lucrative, especially since you can entertain a bunch of clients at once.

She shook her head, appearing as if she’d already considered it. “I’d have to show my face for that,” she replied, only to pause. “Which I suppose wouldn’t be too bad,” she continued slowly. “I’ve always just been worried about someone I know recognizing me and trying to blackmail me with it, but at the same time there are plenty of people fucking online and no one seems to care who they are.”

I shrugged. “If you’re making money doing something like that, then you don’t really need to worry about someone trying to ruin your reputation at work or school. Because you won’t need to work a normal job or anything.”

She nodded. “Yeah, that’s sort of true, but what about our families?” she wondered, focusing up at me. “Imagine what they’d think if they somehow found out? It would be bad enough if they discovered I was doing this kind of thing, but the fact that I’m doing it with you in particular. Your mom would have a heart attack. And my mom would probably kill me.”

I shrugged again, knowing that I was so interested in this route simply because it might mean a way for her to make money without actually fucking anyone else. “I mean, I love our parents, but fuck them. If you can make a living from entertaining strangers online, then why not?” I paused. “Or are you not sure if you can actually do that kind of stuff live?”

She laughed at that, unexpectedly regaining her composure. “Oh baby. You have no idea.”

“What?” I asked seriously.

She laughed again. “Before I started fucking for money, I tried being a stripper for a while. Which was actually kind of fun,” she admitted.

I stared at her in disbelief, unable to process the idea of Amber dancing on a stage in front of a ton of guys, never mind all the lap dances she’d probably done. “So then…” I began slowly, trying to think straight. “Why don’t you still do that?” I wondered.

She scoffed at me. “Seriously, dude? Are you dumb?”

I frowned.

She just shook her head. “In twenty minutes, I can make a grand fucking some random dude. That’s like two or three nights of work at a strip bar, after you take out the cost of the stage fee, and that’s only if they were both amazing nights.”

“Oh,” I said simply, realizing how sincerely dumb my question was now. “Right. That makes sense.”

“It does,” she agreed with a nod. “It makes a lot of sense. Why work all night, struggling to seduce money out of random guys for hours, when I can earn way more for a quick fuck?”

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine it was difficult for Amber to seduce money out of anyone, but knew that a lap dance probably wasn’t nearly as enticing as actually fucking. A guy might pay twenty bucks for a lap dance…but put a blowjob on the table, and suddenly the wallet wasn’t nearly as stingy.

I sighed heavily, suddenly realizing that giving up her current lifestyle might not be as easy as I’d initially hoped. Not unless she wanted to try doing something like webcams. And certainly, I could get a job myself, but she seemed so addicted to sex that I wasn’t sure she would be satisfied with me earning enough money to support us.

No, it was highly unlikely she’d give up this sex business project entirely, even if she might eventually give up on her current focus, if for no other reason than the fact the ‘whoring herself out’ part was technically illegal.

“So now what?” I finally wondered after a few seconds of silence.

Amber paused what she was doing, before visibly relaxing a little, her thin shoulders dropping slightly, her heavy tits barely being held in place by the dainty electric blue silk. Slowly, a smile touched her full lips. “I think you’ve given me enough tips for now, and we have plenty of time for you to learn more about how I go about making my vids.” She finally glanced up at me, her lips pulled into a smirk. “So how about we fuck to lesbian porn, and then take a little nap?”

“You’re tired?” I said in surprise.

She shook her head. “No, but I love snuggling after a good fuck.”

I returned the smirk. “Sure,” I agreed simply, my cock beginning to stiffen again. “Let’s fuck to two chicks eating each other out, and then cuddle.”

“Go ahead and find what you want,” she replied cheerfully, handing over the laptop.

Shit, were we really going to do this?

This was going to be great.

No, ‘great’ wasn’t a strong enough word.

This was going to be fucking amazing.

NOTE: This story is going to get much more interesting in the next chapter, as we introduce another girl, and the plot really begins to expand into a much larger tale.

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