Momtrepreneur part 1

It began a few years ago. I was a single mom with a teenage son and I was drowning in the drudgery of unpaid bills and shitty jobs. I started stripping online for money more out of desperation than any desire for that type of a career change, but it soon became clear that exposing myself was far more lucrative and far less bothersome than was waitressing and doing temp secretary work. At least my online customers were open about the way they ogled me. They didn’t need to find lame excuses to touch me, or press against my ass as they slid between tables. They didn’t need to clumsily touch my boob as they left a napkin scrawled with their phone number in the front pocket of my apron.

They could sit back, relax, and watch me play with myself and press my breasts together and talk in that low, sexy cadence that’s been done a million times yet still gets the desired result. They would also tip far more generously than most of the slick suited sales types who loved nothing more than to use some poor single waitress as a buffer to their ego.

And my followers really seemed to appreciate my work. I’d get messages from them complimenting me and thanking me. So, I stopped taking shifts at the bar, and started making adult videos full time.

After a while it started to get stale, though. There’s only so many vegetables you can sit on, so many angles you can show the bounce of your tits, before things start to get repetitive. And men, being the fickle beings that they are, soon grow bored of the same body gyrating in front of them. My followers began slowly to dwindle, which made me especially nervous due to the fact I had quit my job.

All that changed one day after I received some strange inspiration, though. I had always enjoyed night clubs, and being a single woman I never had too much trouble in finding an overnight companion when I was in the mood. One night I went out and scored an insanely hot young stud named Jack. He was a few years older than my son, played football locally, and for some reason took a liking to the way my figure presented itself in the sheer, clingy dress I wore to the club.

We plied each other with a few drinks, and the next thing I know I was blowing him in the back seat of the Uber ride back to my place. We stumbled inside and then he was in my bed pummeling away at me, my knees on his shoulders and my feet in the air. He rolled me over and his long, hard shaft sawed in and out of me. He grabbed my hair and forced my head deep into the pillow. I came then, my body bucking and writhing against his virile thrusts. He released my hair and spanked my butt a few times, then he pulled out and said “roll over, slut” and so I did, just as he started to cum. It hit my tits and my face and I squinted my eyes closed. It was when I opened them that I saw the phone. He was filming my naked, cum drenched body. He panned from the base of my legs, up over my hips and trimmed pussy, focused for a moment on my breasts, then settled on my face.

I was angry as hell.

How much did you record, you jerk?

All of it, he said. The whole fuck session. I’ve gotta say, you milfs are fucking dynamite in the sack.

I wanted to grab the phone and throw it against the wall. Smash his dirty little video into non existence and teach this cocky young bastard a lesson. But then a thought entered my mind….

Can I see it? I asked him.

You want to watch yourself getting fucked! He laughed. It’s true what they say, milfs really are gagging for it.

Just show me the video, I said.

OK then, here you go.

I watched it. The quality was poor. The camera angles were useless, as was the lighting. He focused mainly on a close up of his cock moving back and forth into my pussy, only really zooming out at the end to show evidence of his conquest.

Do you think it’s hot?

He sounded almost serious. I looked at him.

We’ll, I said, it was a hot fuck, but you’re a terrible cameraman.

I was multitasking, he replied, exasperated.

That’s obviously beyond your capabilities, I said. Next time I’ll direct it, ok?

What do you mean, next time? He looked incredulous.

What I mean, is that you have given me an idea. Here, I said, look at this.

I stood up naked and walked over to my desk and grabbed my laptop. I opened it and clicked on the well worn link to my only fans site. I showed him the videos there, the pictures, some of the chats.

Holy fuck! You’re a fucking porn star! He looked as if he had just won the lottery.

I’m a content creator, I replied, and now you get to be my content.

Hey, wait, I’m not sure about this.

Look, it’s pretty simple. You can keep your video, but now you’re going to help me make my own. You’re going to do what I say, and you’re going to fuck me again. My fans always ask me if I like creampies, so this time you can finish inside me. After that you can go as I won’t have any further use for your cock or you.

Wait a minute, lady. I didn’t sign up for this shit.

And I didn’t sign up to be recorded without my permission, either, I responded. There are laws against that, you know.

Yeah, but…. Shouldn’t you pay me or something? Like, you’re going to make money off this. This feels like exploitation or something.

Your payment is that I’ll let you cum inside this pussy, I said.

He looked unsure of himself. All the brash cockiness had disappeared now. His movements were tense and jittery. He put his phone down and rubbed his temples. I looked at the homescreen and saw a closeup photo of him and a girl. I recognized her from the local Cafe where she worked as a waitress on weekends.

Your girlfriend is very pretty, I said as I motioned towards the phone.

He instinctively grabbed it back and looked me in the eye. I smiled. We both knew this was now extra leverage because he wouldn’t want her to know about his escapades this night.

OK fine, he said, I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you again so you can film it.

And you’ll be a good boy and listen to my directions? After all, we don’t want to pollute the internet with more smut.

You will blur out my face, right? He seemed genuinely concerned.

I smiled, leaned over and took his dick in my hand and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Honey, your face isn’t what I’m interested in…

More to come soon…

Katie xox

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wtjbc6/momtrepreneur_part_1