I got dressed.
Now I had another dilemma. I had specifically NOT included her face when I posted just the nudes. Some research said that I could probably up my price significantly because my content this time was a video, a defloration video, and I had her face in the video. But if her father saw her face, I was certain I would be dead. I paced, deciding what to do. Finally, I decided to do a tiered release. The cheapest would be the video of her pussy getting fucked, the mid one would include her upper body, with her tits bouncing as I fucked her, but I’d blur her face, and the highest tier would show her face as I pounded her. I was blurring my face regardless. The only time my face even showed up was for a bit at the beginning when I sucked on her titties.
I sat down and found the site I used had an editing section for videos so I was able to blur my face and make the videos how I wanted them. I left explanations on what the tiers were and marveled that people were still paying to just see her naked. It was just a few bucks for those. I decided to make people really pay for this video. I might do more later that would be cheaper, but this was the first time a dick went in her pussy, and a video like this could never be made for Sarah again. I could always lower the price if it didn’t sell. I did some research to find out what pornstars charged. The price range was huge, with the expensive pornstars charging seven times as much as the cheaper ones, if not more. That was for monthly prescriptions. I wanted to set the price on this ridiculously high, even for the lowest tier, because I could always lower the price later.
It was tough, because I’d never pay for porn since there was enough of it for free, but I wanted to make some bank here. The price I settled on seemed ludicrous to me. But I’d rather drop the prices later, then wish I could raise them later.
I posted the videos and transferred my earnings to my bank account. The earnings were slowing down on the videos I had posted. I guessed that most of the people who would pay for them, had at this point. There would probably be new people to the site who still paid for them, but that would be a tiny thing.
I went downstairs and heard something that made my blood run cold.
“… That’s right! His penis went right inside my pussy!…. You’re telling me.” Sarah chatted loudly on her phone.
I felt my face pale. Who was she talking to!? Who knew I had just fucked her!? I couldn’t tell her that should couldn’t talk to people. I didn’t have that kind of control. If that was her mother I was fucked. 100%, bent over and fucked. I’d be on the street by the end of the day.
“No, no, it felt really good!” Sarah expounded, “It just went in and out and then he squirted some warm, sticky goop in me. I’ve never felt so good…. You think?…”
I came down the stairs and saw Sarah on the couch, wearing shorts and a tank top, with her phone to her ear. I was pretty sure she saw me, so there would be no escape. I sat on a chair in the kitchen staring numbly into the corner. Holy fucking shit-dogs. I was so dumb. What made me think I could get away with this? There was no way that Sarah wouldn’t talk about this with people, especially her parents! Her parents were friends with my parents. God, would my mom disown me?
“I can talk to him about it… You sure?… He does… It did… Okay… You think later today? Isn’t that pretty quick?… If you are sure… Okay. Okay. You’re right.” Sarah continued.
I felt sick. My stomach was twisting in agony. Fuck.
“Okay, talk to you then! Bye!” Sarah finished and hung up.
I heard her rise from the couch and walk to the kitchen. I heard as she entered behind me.
“Hey Pete.” She called, sounding surprisingly happy.
This was it. ‘Move out’ that was the only logical thing that was about to come out of her mouth.
“That was my friend Cindy. She wanted to come by and see if she liked doing this modeling stuff with you too. That okay?” Sarah continued.
…. I am pretty sure my brain had an aneurysm. The words she had just said did not compute. Did she just say her friend wanted to ‘model’ for me? Like ‘model’ how it looked to have my dick stick right up her pussy?
“… I-I-I guess?” I stuttered
“Oh, don’t be shy. I told her you were a great photographer.” Sarah giggled. “You said you had worked with other girls before, right? I didn’t think this would be a problem.”
My mouth was so dry. “Yeah,” I forced the word out, “I can totally do that, but we should be careful. Lots of girls want to be models, but… uh… I am going to be busy with schools so I can only have a few models I work with at a time…. So we should probably keep the modeling under wraps, so people don’t swarm me.”
“OH!” Sarah gasped, “I didn’t even think of that! I’ll tell Cindy, quick! She was so excited! She might tell her roommates!”
I heard Sarah tapping on her phone, texting her friend.
Stars filled my vision and I exhaled. I tried to catch my breath, I didn’t realize I’d been holding it. Fuck. That was close. I might still be fucked but she hadn’t kicked me out yet. I rested my head on my hands. I wasn’t prepared for this kind of stress.
“Um… What did you and Cindy talk about?” I asked, desperately fishing to see how much this new girl knew.
“Well, I told her that I’d finally gotten back into modeling, like I always said I would. She asked what kind of modeling I did.” Sarah absently blabbed as she tapped away at her phone. “I told her I just did some modeling for you for one of your classes, but it was weird because I had to be naked for it. She said that was crazy. Then I told her about how you showed me how good it could feel when you touched my naked body and she was floored. She didn’t believe it either. Then I told her about our bet and how you put your dick in me and that felt really good.”
Sarah apparently finished her text and came to sit at the table with me. I tried to hide the way I felt, putting a bland expression on. I just hoped I had some color back in my face. Sarah sat down, still absorbed in her phone. I heaved a sigh as she continued.
“She said she’s never tried that. She said she thinks that since she isn’t as practiced at modeling she could try it with you. See if this modeling thing would work for her. She said she was scared if she didn’t try it now, she’d chicken out. So would you be okay if she came over and we did a shoot with her like we did earlier with me? You can work out the details with her when she gets here. What do you say?” Sarah asked, putting down her phone.
I swallowed, then swallowed again, “Yeah… I mean, I could use a second model. Though I think I’d want her to maybe sign a nondisclosure agreement or something… I really don’t want to get swarmed.”
Swarmed by angry parents set on murdering me for fucking their daughters… I thought to myself.
“Yeah, I’m glad I asked you. I have a few other friends that have always wanted to model.” Sarah lamented, “I thought this would be perfect, but if you don’t have time that makes sense.”
I breathed. “Are they all as… smart… as you are?” I prodded.
Sarah huffed, “I’ll have you know I’m the smartest of my friends.”
I had to doubt that. I had to find a way to figure out if this was really as good as it sounded. I glanced out the back yard and noticed a box-like structure in her backyard. I had never looked in her backyard before, the fence blocked the view from the front yard, and apparently the fashion here was high fences, like well over six foot fences.
“Sarah, what’s that?” I asked, pointing to the structure.
“The hot tub?” She verified, “Oh, I like relaxing in it. The jets feel nice.”
My mind started cranking up. “Your friends, do they like your hot tub?”
Sarah laughed, “Of course, silly. Who doesn’t like a hot tub? Why do you think I bought it?”
I swallowed, “How about this? If you have a friend you think would make a good model, you can invite them over to hang out in the hot tub. That way I can see them and if I think they’d be good, you can tell them about it out in the hot tub where no one will overhear you and we could even do test pictures?”
“With your dick in their pussy?” Sarah pressed excitedly.
“… Maybe. We’ll see how many want that.” I retorted, doubting the frequency of that request.
“You’re right, you said some might want it in their butts instead.” Sarah noted seriously. “I want to try that before I go too crazy with this. After all, if I don’t know what the options are, how can I tell them?”
I swallowed. This was dangerous. What was I doing? All it would take is Sarah talking to one friend who had two brain cells to rub together and this whole thing would blow up in my face. I should have shot it all down. But my mouth just kept going.
“You’re right. What time will Cindy be here?” I asked, my heart thumping in my chest.
“She said she’d take some time to get ready and come over, so like 5?” Sarah guessed.
I guess that would give me time to calm down.
“Sure.. that works.” I breathed.
“I’m hungry. Modeling is hard work. Want to have a sandwich with me?” Sarah suggested.
“Sure.” I accepted. I’d need my nerves and my strength if this evening was going to be even near as crazy as I feared.
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