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Disclosures: Selfie Involvement Ch. 01

By: Krystal0690



My decent into cheating started with the exact moment of a single camera snap of my cell phone. It seemed innocent enough at the time. Using the bathroom mirror, I took a few shots of myself topless. My husband, Eric had always been after me to be more daring.

I wore my blond hair loose and down past my shoulders, partially obscuring my bare nipples. I looked over the photos and moved my hair aside to fully expose my breasts. At this angle, they looked larger than they were. I had a nice tan going that was distinctive in contrast to my bikini covered private parts. It seemed like a sexy shot to me. Still, I felt like I could do more.

I removed my panties and stepped back so that I could have a full body shot into my photo. That should be daring enough, I said to myself, and I prepared to send Eric a couple of my nudes. I titled my pix, 'Your daring wife, Chelsey' and pressed the send button.

Eric was at work. I wondered if he'd look at the pictures in a meeting and someone else might see them. With that thought, I began to get incredibly turned on. I chose not to get dressed just yet. I went to the bedroom and began to masturbate. At first, it was just using my fingers. Yet, I wanted something more stimulating. I reached in the drawer and pulled out my long cylindrical vibrator and turned the rear knob so that it buzzed away at my clit.

The thought occurred to me, why not share this moment, too. I had my cell by the bed. I grabbed it, extended my arm and took a shot of my dripping slit. I sent that one to Eric, this time titled, 'Wish you were here'.

He hadn't yet replied to the first set, but it didn't matter. I was so charged up from exposing my sexuality, I plunged the vibrator deeply into my cunt. "Take it, you filthy slut," I said aloud. The buzzing and the feeling of exhibitionism caused me to have a spectacular orgasm. My legs pressed hard against the sheets. "You dirty fucking skank," I called myself. I've always enjoyed verbal abuse when I masturbate.

Once more, I raised the phone up and took a shot of my pussy. My lips were red and slightly swollen from the excitement and abuse of my vibrator. I also sent that picture to Eric.

It was then that I decided to go another round of self-satisfaction. I'd never been multi-orgasmic before, but that afternoon I came in two powerful waves of sheer enjoyment. I lay on the bed perspiring from my lone adventure.

Then my phone beeped and I saw I had gotten a reply from Eric. It said, "Stay like you are, I'll be home as soon as I can."

I suppose I should have waited under the sheets, like a good girl, but I once again became too horny to wait. My vibrator entered my vagina once more, "Okay you whore, your nasty pussy's going to be really sore by the time he fucks you." I ran the vibrator deeply into me and continued to thrust away until I came yet again. I fantasized about Eric showing his co-workers the snaps of his slutty wife and telling everyone I was a complete tart. The more I thought about it, the more amped I became. 

Sometime later, I heard Eric's car pull into the garage. I took another pic of my throbbing pussy. It had been exercised more than ever and its night was just beginning.

"I loved your pictures. That's the kind of stuff I've been talking about," he said as he kissed me.

Barely able to control my passion, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Eric had always been the aggressor in our sexual encounters. This time, it was me leading the charge to his erection. I jammed it into my mouth and made sure it was as hard as it could possibly get before demanding, "Get that cock inside me, now."

Eric said he was delighted by my new attitude and asked, "What got you in this mood?"

"The thought of you showing me off to your co-workers."

"I'd never do that to you, Chelsey."

"I know," I said, doing a great job of masking my disappointment, "I was just pretending."

He entered my sore pussy. I felt wonderfully raw. I begged him to pump me harder. I wanted my nasty cunt to suffer from abuse tonight. I sought to feel a sweet agony of too much sex in the morning.

I reached for my cell phone and was about to snap a shot of the two of us fucking, when he stopped me. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to have a couple of shots of us for my slutty wife collection," I replied.

At first, he refused to be photographed. I convinced him to allow it; if he wanted to continue screwing his showoff wife. Still, he turned his head away to avoid getting his face shown.

After we'd fucked, he said, "Promise me, you won't show those pictures to anyone else."

"Who would I show them to? It just excites me doing this." I convinced him to take some more nudies of me in different poses before we turned out the lights. In the dark, I continued to rub my clit, even though it was exhausted. I was barely able to sleep that night thinking about all the things I'd love to do showing myself off in candid photos.

I work part-time, so I have plenty of spare time on my hands. The next day, I spent most of it hunting the internet for a place where I could post my pix. I'd only promised Eric, I wouldn't use any with him in them. I was quivering with arousal when I posted my previous shots under the name ValerySlut69, plus a few new ones I'd just taken of me cupping my ample breast and licking at my nipples on timed shots.

It was a small amateur wife site with a membership firewall. Allegedly, the site was run by a real amateur housewife, named "Dolly" for wives that loved to 'display their assets'. At best I'd be viewed by a couple hundred people, but that was enough to get my juices flowing down my right leg.

Even as sore as my clit was from all the attention, I masturbated for an hour before Eric came home. When he asked his usual question, "So, what have to be up to today?" I replied, "Oh, the usual BS," but I had a secret smile.

He wouldn't want to screw my pussy for another two days, but I could have gone at it all night from the way I felt. Finally, around 1 AM, I couldn't contain myself, and I check the site. Twenty-five people had viewed my pix and I had gotten over a dozen likes on each one. Even as tender as I was, I rubbed myself to another orgasm under the sheets as Eric slept unaware of my activities.

A week later, I'd posted over a hundred photos of myself in all kinds of exotic poses. I'd even gone as far of buying a brightly-colored dildo and had shots of me rubbing it all over me and then inside me; both my pussy and asshole.

On a nightly basis, I checked my status on the site. I'd gathered a small fan base, apparently. There were dozens of comments asking for more poses. I felt obligated to pose according to the more imaginative ones. The more I complied with the requests, the more followers I developed and the more requests I happily fulfilled.

By the end of the month, some of my work had well over a thousand views and hundreds of raving comments. Then on a Thursday an email arrived from Dolly. She said my photos had become a big hit. Her membership had expanded more rapidly than she'd ever seen. She asked if I lived nearby and wondered if I'd be willing to have her photograph me.

As it turned out, we lived only thirty miles apart. We met on an early Thursday afternoon at a restaurant near her home.

"I recognized you instantly, from your pictures. You're even prettier in person, though," she said as she seated herself at my booth.

Dolly was easily recognizable to me, too. She really did pose for her own site. She had thick wavy black hair with electric blue eyes and wore a top that emphasized her perky cleavage. From her pix, I knew she had a tattoo of a sexy doll pleasuring itself on her posterior. I thanked her for the complement and instantly felt comfortable with her.

"I've always gone by Dolly. I got the tat three years ago and opened the site on my own a year later," she explained.

We soon discovered we both found posing in compromising positions to be the most sexually stimulating thing we could have imagined.

"I'm not a professional photographer, but I've gotten pretty good at shooting myself. I'd really like to work with a willing model and thought you'd be perfect."

I was so willing to be her first model; I couldn't wait to finish lunch. We rushed to her house. By the time it was time to head home, I posed on the sofa and chairs. It was so much easier to spread my legs and have Dolly take the pix of my moist slit, than to try to set a timer on my phone camera and try to pose provocatively in the allotted time. It was especially gratifying to be able to rub my clit knowing that multiple shots were being fired in rapid succession without having to worry about staying in range and maintaining focus. I had no problem at all in playing with myself in front of a near stranger. Dolly felt like my most intimate friend. I admitted my fetish for being verbally abused and Dolly was up to using every bit of profanity in her vocabulary to call me a cheap skanky slut.

"You should be ashamed of yourself; you two bit tramp. What would your parents think of you, if they saw what a complete sleaze they raised?" she said as I neared a climax. "You're nothing by a trampy little cunt."

Next, I moved on to a bondage spread. Using some of the latex wear that my host had on hand, I dressed in a halter top that exposed and projected my breasts over the clingy black material and a short skirt that left nothing to the imagination when I bent over. A gag ball was placed in my mouth, and I posed in several tied and chained settings.

"Would you mind if I posed with you? I'm sure the members would love to have the two of us together," asked a clearly aroused Dolly.

"I was hoping you'd bring it up. I think it would have a lot of the men jerking themselves off."

With that, Dolly dressed as my dominatrix and we created dozens of femdom shots. I was pulled around by a leash and forced to expose my cunt as Dolly in her leather body suit, took a horse whip to my tender white ass. We added some red makeup to show how she'd had to beat me into submission.

By the end of our shoot, I willingly licked at her slit and brought her to orgasm after orgasm as she was forced to continue to discipline her unruly subject with her riding crop. We finished up with me pulled across her knee and screaming as she continued to spank my bruised ass with her bare hand.

Although, I don't have an interest in a lesbian relationship, I would have to admit that if I ever did, Dolly would be a lover I would choose. Her pictures of me and the two of us were very beautiful and arousing I'm sure. I was almost ashamed of my solo early work. Mostly, what got me off was the idea of being seen in these very sexy photos and knowing other people would see me.

"I'm not sure if I can go back to posing on my own," I said as I examined her workmanship. "I'd like to do more with you."

"Any time, my husband is out of town; I'd be happy to shoot you. He doesn't know about my little website."

We both giggled at the secret we shared. It felt natural as I kissed her full on the lips as I departed for home.

A few days later, Dolly called and said, "Membership on the site has exploded. Once I put up our session, it's nearly doubled. If you have any ideas for more shoots, I'd love to explore them with you."

It was funny; I'd been thinking about something we could try the night before. "I think I have an idea for something that would send your membership into the stratosphere."

I outlined my plan and was partially surprised that Dolly was willing to go with it. Not only was she willing, she said she'd cut me in for half the profits on any new members added.

We posted a message to members with a picture of me posed on a bed, with a come hither look as I scarcely covered my nude body with my hands.

The message read: "To all members. So many of you have said you wanted to fuck me in your gracious comments; I have decided to allow one of you to do just that. You will need to pose with me, full face and fully naked, for our hottest photo spread ever."

We stated that entrants would need to submit a fully nude body selfie and explain what they'd like to do with me.

By the end of the week, we had over a hundred real applications, and I eagerly sorted through them to determine my first web-based lover. I picked out a man who went by the alias of DickHandler8702, but had the real name of Jack. In a phone call, he sounded normal, so I arranged to meet him at a coffee shop.

He was not only normal, but proved to have a lot of creative ideas. His cock size was also over seven inches, which would look great for our upcoming shoot.

That same afternoon, he sat naked in a white faux leather fabric chair. I sat on his lap and faced the camera directly. My feet rested on his thighs and slid down on his cock, which allowed me to move along his shaft and still provide Dolly with a great angle to capture our fucking activity.

I moved down to suck his cock and both he and Dolly began to tell me I was a, "Sick minded tart without morals," and a "Sluttish sperm receptacle." I loved every creative phrase of their taunts. I wish Eric could understand my love of being verbally degraded when I fuck, but there is an increasing amount of things about me, he may never be able to appreciate.

Jack shot his load onto my face, and the goo ran down my chin. I came in a wild explosion myself a short time later knowing that I had crossed the border from nude selfie bitch to all out Internet porno girl and cheating wife. As I said before, this was a descent into hardcore porn, and I was rushing toward it with pure abandon. 

The thought that I might be caught by my husband only made the danger all the more invigorating and tempting. Jack had a lot of suggestions for what we could do for my next fucking spread and Dolly has said, she'd like to get in on future contests, with me being the photographer.

Our plan is to see what members come up with and we may do all of the most creative ideas. Since posting my first fuck session, site membership has increased exponentially. I have already quit my job, as I'm making far more money being a partner on this new business venture and the sex is terrific.

~ Chapter 2 to follow... ~

Disclosures: Selfie Involvement Ch. 02



Dolly seemed nervous at first as she looked over the two large erections in front of her face. Before our next contest winners arrived, she'd confessed, "I've never cheated on my husband with another man before."

I offered to take her place. It wasn't so much that I wanted two men banging me; it was that I really wanted to be featured on our site again this month. However, Dolly said she'd calm down once she started sucking cock.

Things had changed for us in the last two months. Dolly's House of MILF as the site had originally been called had been renamed to The Slut Wife Foundation, and we'd gone from her house to a rented office and studio space in an industrial park between our homes. The selfie side of the business had exploded. We had over three hundred women putting their naked self-photos on our site and I was building a backlog of new submissions. We'd increased revenue by running ad space for a variety of sex novelty items and slutty lingerie.

I looked through the viewfinder as Dolly ingested one of the cocks. She may have been nervous, but she was very talented at fellatio. She winked at me and I began snapping the action. She raised her bare ass up and the second man slid his cock into her doggy style. Both of the guys she'd selected had abnormally large cocks. Lars, the one working her pussy had bragged of a nine incher. I'd measured and it was not an exaggeration. The other man, Cliff, was nearly as large, but slightly thicker. He completely filled her mouth. I watched as Dolly was rammed by Lars, while she tried to keep Cliff in her mouth. Her breasts were very large and swayed with the motion. Even I was beginning to become aroused as her dual mammaries swung in time with the gyrations.

"If I wasn't operating the camera, I strip and join you," I said to be encouraging. "Super-hot stuff."

Dolly's mouth was too occupied to say anything. As I watched, I had another idea for our business. I'd discuss it with my partner later, but for now I wanted more action.

Our members had said they loved to see anal. Give the customer what they demanded, Dolly had said to me many times. "Alright, Lars, she's ready, pull out and run that pole up her ass," I directed.

I'd already run things up her anus many times in our lesbo photo shots. While on my collar and lease I'd held a vibrator in my mouth and thrust it into her rectum, holding it as she moved her hips back and forth. It was part of our ongoing series, Domineering Doll and Victim Val. My site name was ValerySlut69, but the fans had taken to just calling me Val. Since I was always the submissive in our spreads, I became known for being the victim of her cruel verbal taunts such as "Worthless twat," and strap-on dildo play.

It was primarily the fans who were the most inventive in their rude comments about my character. Sausage jockey slut and sleaze-o-mamma were among my favorites. I read each and every one of them getting more aroused any time someone came up with a new insult. It was almost like being the heel in professional wrestling. I loved being the one that got the verbal heat.

"Aw, yeah, beautiful," I called out as Cliff came as he shot an arc of semen onto her face. With the high speed SLR I'd managed to capture it as it went from the tip of his penis and then splattered onto her lips and cheeks. Lars pulled out of her rectum and squirted his spunk onto her back. I stepped into the scene to capture the money shot dripping down her ass cheeks.

I handed Dolly a robe and said, "We have another session coming up with Alison and Thelma in ten minutes. Pierson is already waiting."

Pierson waved when I mentioned his name. He looked big enough to have been a pro body builder at one time. He'd sent us some shots a few weeks ago and offered to help out with the new additional Cheating Wives photo series. He was photogenic, black and had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He was always ready to go at it, too.

"Jeez, I so want to do a shoot with him," I said to Dolly as I looked at his un-erect penis dangling from under his robe as he sat in a folding canvas chair.

"You're over exposed as it is," she reminded me, "But, eventually, we'll both do him at the same time."

We'd discovered that being shown on the site too much wasn't what our members wanted. They adored me, but wanted variety. This meant I had to limit my exhibitionism and let other women display themselves. Finding willing mature wives wasn't a problem for us.

Of the hundreds of selfies I'd put on the site so far, twenty women said they'd love to be in one of our action shoots. At first, I was shocked at how many women wanted to be photographed cheating on their husbands, but after learning how many had been sexually ignored in favor of football, poker, golf and whatever the hell else men do to waste their time not fucking their wives, I began to wonder when we'd be inundated with candidates. Both Alison and Thelma had told me they planned upon showing the pix to their inattentive husbands to make them know they could get fucked elsewhere, if they weren't being screwed at home.

Alison was a breath taking redhead. She had more of a dancer's body, with small but taut boobs. Her legs were very long, and she was very graceful. Thelma was a close friend of hers that she'd talked into joining her for a double selfie and then into fucking "some big black monster," as she'd referred to her deepest held fantasy. Thelma was a smaller woman in her mid-thirties with a cute blond pixie hairstyle and a fun attitude. I heard her audibly gasp when she saw Pierson's rapidly rising cock making ready to salute her.

"Oh, shit, what have you talked me into?" Thelma said as she clutched the top of her robe.

"If you are at all unsure, I'll be happy to take your place," I said as Dolly shook her head at my eagerness to get in on the shoot.

"Nothing doing, you sleezy bitch," Thelma said. "I'm going to enjoy every second of riding that stallion." Thelma smiled at me; it was good to have female fans. She opened her robe and showed herself to Pierson. Her mouth remained open as he rose to full attention.

Dolly began taking shots of the trio as the two women started out by licking Pierson's hard cock. "Let your tongues just touch each other," Dolly directed.

I went to my office and got a video DSLR camera. While the two women playfully fought to be the first to put the tip of Pierson's cock into their mouths, I began to record the entire session. At last, the redhead managed to engulf it and began to take as much as she could handle down her throat. There was still plenty of his penis available for Thelma, who kissed it while her friends face slid up and down on it.

There was enough cock available for me to join them, but I was busy recording every bit of the action. The camera I was using took amazing shots, and I added in some for special effects, including a slow motion montage of Alison drawing down of the man's erection.

"Okay, which of you sluts is going to get fucked first," he finally asked.

"Me," shouted Thelma, pushing her friend aside.

Pierson lay on his back, and Thelma began to impale herself on his rod. Even though his cock was gigantic, she had no trouble sliding all of it into her. Her diminutive size was deceptive; Thelma could take a penis with ease, yet she seemed plenty tight. Men have no idea what they are missing by going for younger chicks. MILFs have more experience, and the equipment is tried and true.

Alison squatted over Pierson's face, and he began to work on her sweet bald snatch with his tongue. I moved in close and got some great shots of him darting it deeply into her pink vagina. She parted her legs to provide me with a spectacular view. Both women shamelessly pursued their sexual gratification, especially considering it was their first porn shoot.

Allison came first and shouted as if she'd been waiting for relief for a year. I moved in with the zoom and caught the combination of her juices mixed with his saliva dripping off her clit.

Greedy Thelma had a powerful orgasm, but refused to get off Pierson's cock. Instead, she continued to jiggle up and down, her tits bouncing as she continued her ride. I worked in a slow motion shot of her movements. She began working her clit with two of her fingers and came yet again.

Finally, both women laid on the floor exhausted from the show they'd provided. Pierson barely appeared winded and masturbated his penis until he shot a load of his cum over both of their faces.

"Lick it off each other," Dolly commanded. She had a great sense for what made for a hot set of pictures. I recorded it as Allison and Thelma ran their tongues along each other's face and gobbled down the sticky goo.

Allison dressed in her robe, and I directed Thelma to the restroom where she could shower. "That was the most fun; I've had in years. I'd love to come back for another shoot," she beamed.

"You were fantastic. I'd love to perform with you myself." Although red-haired Allison was an exceptional beauty, Thelma was a natural performer. I wondered why her husband wasn't banging her every night.

I went to my office and quickly looked at the motion capture of this last session. Seeing the recorded session got me even hotter than witnessing it live. My own juices began to flow. This was about to be the next big thing for The Slut Wife Foundation.

I reached for my cell phone and called Eric. It was 5:15. He'd be home by now. "Hi, sweetie. I'm hung up at work again. I hope to leave here in another hour... Yes, I know, but it's hard starting a new business. Do you want me to pick something up on the way?"

I'd told him we were running an online feminine hygiene supply company. He never asked for details on that.

I wanted to show Dolly my new idea and went off to find her. It didn't take long. Her office door was closed, and the blinds were drawn. Well, most of the blinds. I looked inside, already knowing what I'd see. There they were; Allison was lying naked on a sofa, her robe in a heap on the floor. My business partner's head was buried between the redhead's legs, her eyes closed, and she was moaning heavily. This wasn't the first female volunteer performer; Dolly had seduced. In the last few weeks, I'd known of eight of them. It was starting to become a regular occurrence.

Since we'd partnered on this business, we were easily able to indulge our most elusive sexual desires. My kink was exposing myself to anonymous strangers. Dolly developed a burning fetish for seducing other women. The more unobtainable they seemed to be; the more she was aroused by the challenge.

Allison had identified herself as straight on my questionnaire and said she wasn't interested in performing a lesbian scene for our site. Yet, I now watched as she moved into a sixty-nine position with Dolly. My guess was that she'd be begging to do girl-on-girl next time out.

I watched and could have sworn that I'd seen Allison suck a glob of Lars's spunk out of Dolly's cunt. I definitely saw her swallow something.

I walked down the hallway and ran into Thelma. "Have you seen my friend? We need to get home."

"I don't know how to tell you this, but Allison is involved at the moment. Have some coffee while you wait."

Thelma didn't look the least bit shocked when she asked, "Is she fucking Dolly?"

"In her office. I could tell her you didn't want to wait."

"She mentioned how sexy she thought Dolly was. It's good to see her come out of her shell," she said as she looked down the hallway. She hesitated for a few seconds, "I think I'll join them. I've wondered what it would be like with Allison." She trotted off to make it a threesome.

Business seemed to be spinning out of control. Still, I wanted to talk to Dolly before I left. I needed to kill about forty-five minutes. I spotted Pierson packing up to leave. What the hell, I thought.

"Would you be able to get it up one more time?"

"Sure, you know, I'm like ever-ready. You have another shoot going?" He started to remove his shirt and his chest muscles bulged impressively.

"No, I need to get laid. You wanna fuck me?"

"Oh, yeah. I've been thinking about screwing you since I first saw your pics."

"Great. My office." I closed the door and lowered all the blinds. I stripped naked, but put my high heels back on. I didn't have a sofa, so we'd have to do it over my desk. Since Pierson was tall, I'd need the extra height.

His tool was semi-rigid. I put in in my mouth, enjoying the feeling of it growing with each stroke between my lips.

"Yeah, suck it all down, cracker slut. You can't wait to get this fucker in your cumdumper, can you?" Pierson knew what I liked. His verbal assault was just starting.

In short order, he expanded to full size. "You're gonna get it now, you disgusting promiscuous fuckbunny."

I was so turned on; I was nearly quivering. "Please stick that fucker in my filthy trampy cunt."

I was bent over the desktop, and he entered me. Unlike Thelma, his cock didn't easily slide into me. He had to push, and it seemed to plug my vaginal hole to its max. I realized that since I'd started in the online porn business, I'd fucked a dozen men who weren't my husband. So far, all of my cheating was for the website. Pierson was the first dude I'd had sex with solely for the purpose of fucking.

I'd crossed the border from selfie shots for my husband to hardcore porn weeks ago. Now the border was no longer in view. I didn't care. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck my slutty pussy. Treat me like I'm a two-bit whore." 

Pierson grabbed a handful of my blond hair and pulled my head back. "Your pussy isn't worth twenty-five cents, scummy hooch. Best you can hope is to pass that sperm collector around for free."

I came with a forceful blast and shouted "Oh, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck." I was sure anyone still in the building would be able to hear me. I didn't give a shit. "Keep going and drop a load of your jizz into my nasty cooze."

"You don't have a choice you wannabe hoe. I can't believe I'm horny enough to stoop to balling a worthless twat like you."

I lost count of my climaxes by the time he dropped his load in me. It was a lot. He departed almost as soon as he was satisfied. We hadn't even bothered to kiss. I liked it that way. I tossed my arousal soaked panties into my purse and dressed. I waited for Dolly to finish off her two new seductions.

~ Chapter 3 to follow... ~



Disclosures: Selfie Involvement Ch. 03



"I'm not seeing it," Dolly said looking tired and irritable that I was bombarding her with work concepts at 6:15 at night. "How is this different than any other video on hundreds of other sites?"

"It's not what's on video yet. Only part of it. Listen to yourself directing the action with Pierson and the two MILFs."

I played the part back where Dolly had said, "Lick it off each other."

"Suppose one of our members wanted them to kiss each other."

"They just did that in my office. The three of us kissed at the same time, too," she said looking as if she was about to walk away.

"No, we'd give our viewers the opportunity to say what the performers do. It'd be live and they could have a say in the direction. They could tell Pierson to push Thelma off his cock and ram in into Allison or have the two women wrestle to see who gets fucked first."

Dolly shook her head. "Even if we had the technology available to us, how would we determine who'd be giving out the commands? Hopefully, there'd be hundreds or thousands of viewers. They can't all be shouting out directions. You need to think this out more. We can talk in the morning." She hugged me, but left the office.

Admittedly, I hadn't worked out the details yet. I also knew we'd have to hire an IT person to set it up. We needed one anyway. We were running at capacity with our current setup. If we were going to continue to grow, The Slut Wife Foundation website needed more capacity and content.

I reached home and calmed Eric. He never expected me to be involved in a business startup. I was supposed to have a part-time job and be at his beck and call. He had no idea I was now earning more money than he did. "Burgers again, Chelsey?" was his immediate response when I walked in the door.

That might have led to an argument, but I was too concerned with fleshing out my idea. I knew I had something, I just needed to fine-tune the concept.

It hit me in the middle of the night. Do it with a vote of the most creative ideas. The audience would submit what they wanted to see, and the best ones would get voted on. I'd need some way to setting up categories, but a good programmer could figure that out.

"Are you awake?" I asked as I shook Eric.

"I am now. Is everything okay?" He sounded groggy.

I began to remove my nightshirt. "I had an amazing idea for work. I need to get fucked. Now."

"It's past midnight. Couldn't we wait until tomorrow?"

"Sure, if you don't mind me masturbating next to you. I hope my orgasms won't keep you up."

I began rubbing my pussy and tits. The fact that I'd been screwed by another man, only hours before and hadn't showered since then, didn't bother me. I had a killer app in mind, and it made me hotter than hell.

"Alright, Chelsey let me come to my senses."

I began to suck his cock as he rubbed his eyes. "Does my aggression bother you? Why don't you tell me what a horned up shrew of a wife I've become?"

"Why would I insult you like that? I love you, babe."

"Yeah, loves great. Call me a fucking cunt. It makes me want to fuck all the more."

Eric didn't get my desire for verbal abuse. I'd let him get away with not satisfying the stimulation I got out of being called names when I was having sex. Psychologically, it must have come from my upbringing, when my mother always regarded sex as a duty and something, only dirty girls enjoyed. I could not care less about the psyche behind the whole thing; if dirty girls enjoyed sex, I wanted to be the filthiest piece of ass in the neighborhood.

"You were always a promiscuous bitch, that why I started dating you. You were an easy lay. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get between your legs." The look on his face was nearly apologetic as if he was asking for permission.

"Yes, I was a slut. I tricked you into marrying me. You wouldn't have if you knew what a pervert I am, would you?"

He was hard and pumping away at me. It was like we'd finally had a breakthrough. He was excited by out dirty talk; not as much as me, but he was at last willing to understand my needs.

"No, why should I have? If I'd known you were so loose, I would have just fucked you on the side and found a decent girl to marry."

"Yes!" I screamed. "Oh, fuck, yes. Hump your cheap bitch of a wife. Fuck me hard." I came like he'd never seen me.

He finished himself off in good time, and I enjoyed it as was he continued degrading me with his words.

I explained later, "As long as it's in the bedroom, take all you're verbal frustration out on me. I can't get enough."

Days later, Dolly and I interviewed a half-dozen Info Tech people. The best one insisted upon examining our network and Internet setup.

Marlon was a young guy without a college degree, but a true savant in the field. "Your server's way beyond its limit. Using Windows Server 2003, is way out of date. It'd be better and more cost effective to go with Linux based on Ubuntu Server or Redhat Enterprise anyway. I could have a system set up in a day."

"And you'd be able to implement my idea of customer response and interaction?"

"The algorithm to sort the requests would take some doing, but if you'd be willing to use some COTS artificial intelligence software, I could have that going in a week."

We hired him on the spot. "He dressed in a tee-shirt, shorts and flip-flops for the interview," Dolly observed. "He must be brilliant or a homeless man fooling us."

"He makes sense on our network issues, didn't he? You set up the original system. Wouldn't going to Linux make sense at this point?"

Her face showed a sign of embarrassment. "I paid a neighborhood kid two hundred bucks to set it up for me. I have no idea of what the difference between Linux and Windows is. I'm not even sure what a server does."

As it turned out Marlon was brilliant. By the end of the week, he had us connected with a hashtag to Twitter and another hookup to Instagram. We had large screen monitors in our video production room and could warehouse the incoming feeds of customer commentary and sort it into a set of simple commands that could then be voted on. The response time seemed nearly instantaneous in our dry runs.

Dolly and I spend the rest of the week hiring a video crew. Camera and light operators, a set builder and production coordinator. "If this comes off, we're going to need to rent more space," Dolly said as we watched the beehive of activity going on in getting ready for our first live interactive show.

"And if it doesn't work out?" I asked nervously knowing blame for failure would rest with me.

"They we'll fold up and figure out how to show off our cunts elsewhere. It's all for the fun and adventure of it. Dom Doll and Vic Val will be fine." She squeezed my shoulder and gave me a confident wink.

Our first live production was heavily advertised on our own site, and we paid for a few ads on some other porn sites. Admission would be free, if the participants provided an email address.

By show time, we'd gotten over a hundred thousand viewers registered. Marlon struggled to keep up with the unexpected traffic.

When the lights came on I was led into a realistic looking dungeon on a leash by my angry mistress Doll. She jerked me to the floor and said, "You idiot twat; you've fucked up another simple task. I have no choice but to punish you." Dolly looked spectacular in her latex catsuit with cutouts that exposed her stomach and a plunging neckline that barely covered her ample breasts. Her nipples poked up through the thin material.

"No, please, I didn't mean to let Pierson's cum dribble out of my mouth. I tried to swallow it all. There was just so much."

"No, you stupid slut. You have to be taught."

On the wall mounted monitor, I could see that spanking and being whipped was heavily trending. Electroshock to my nipples was following closely behind. I personally was hoping for candle wax dripping on me. I loved the feel of the hot candle paraffin caking on my boobs and nipples, but we were obligated to go with what the customers voted for.

Across the web, it was announced, a whipping was to be my punishment. I was dressed in a tiny black and white French maid's uniform, complete with a little white apron. I pulled down my ruffled panties and bent over a black padded spanking bench. My face showed me bracing for my atonement. 

Dominating Doll used a wide leather paddle and appeared to slap my ass hard. It truth, we'd practiced her pulling her strikes and I barely felt it land. On camera, it looked real. I sold it by screaming and begging the audience to make her stop her assault.

Instead, three judges had been chosen to render their verdict from our viewing audience. RamsItGood207 stated, "Spank the dumb bitch even harder. She needs to suffer."

MissGivesGrtHd85 stated, "Show us how red you can make her cheap floozie ass."

I begged the fellow female participant, "Please, Miss, have some mercy on another helpless woman."

She replied without a single bit of sympathy for my plight, "No, you deserve to suffer. Hit her once more for me," as Doll's blows rained down on my behind.

The camera went to the emotions on my face and showed my humiliation in a close up and the sounds of the slaps echoed through the dungeon. A production assistant ran in to quickly apply a rogue makeup on my ass to simulate the rawness and bruising I was enduring.

HotBox6821, another female contributor had no pity for me either, "That vile cunt should be beaten within an inch of her life. She needs to learn to suck cock and not waste sperm. It's a requirement for all women."

I couldn't contain myself and started to cum. The last bit of vocal humiliation sent me over the edge. Live, before over a hundred thousand strangers, I expressed my most intimate of feelings. I screamed with abandon. It was the greatest moment of adulteration and unabashed exhibitionism of my life. I had no idea of who might be watching. There were viewers from all over the world. I'd never thought I could be so turned on.

I caught my breath. I knew this was merely my first orgasm of the night among many more to come. I wanted it to continue long past our allotted hour. Dolly gave me a bright smile, she was having the time of her life, too.

"So, that you understand the importance of keeping a load of sperm in your insignificant yapper, I'm allowing you to be pleasured by a few men willing to fuck you while you remain tied to the bench."

Several men entered the chamber and presented their hard cocks to the viewers. The audience was allowed to decide who was to be my first punisher. To my surprise, Marlon was the first one selected.

Dolly and I had allowed him to participate as a special reward for all his hard work and help in getting this operation up and running. I smiled knowing he'd get the inaugural balling of me on video. His cock was far more impressive than I had imagined.

"Don't be nervous," I whispered to him as he made ready to put his stiff erection into my mouth. "Have fun with this scenario, the audience is with you."

The monitor displayed our incoming twitter feed. The viewers loved the idea of the dumb slut MILF Victim Val being fucked by a nerdish looking young man. Marlon was completely naked, except for his thick black rimmed glasses. His days of unshaved beard growth and messy hair endeared him to the viewers. He was by far their choice to be the one to begin fucking me.

I was so excited by the prospect; I could feel the juices from my pussy running down the sides of both my legs. The camera came in for a close shot of my shameless flow. Marlon worked my mouth for a few minutes, and it was the audience that told him to take my disgusting cave of a cunt. My anus came in for a close second, but luck was on my side. Marlon's rigid penis entered me, and I came once more almost as soon as he was fully inside.

Another male was selected to pleasure himself in my mouth. He was later told to squirt his load onto my bitch-assed skanky face. I came once more when his sperm landed on my lips. I slurped as best I could to suck all of his precious spunk into my revolting oral cavity.

Unfortunately, the words came, "And that's a wrap." Our show was over. 

"Couldn't we run overtime? I think they want more," I begged, as one of the assistants untied me.

"No, it's best to leave them wanting more," Dolly said, bringing me back to earth.

Marlon tossed on a robe and examined his network monitoring equipment, "Holy fucking shit, they want more. We've just had twenty thousand requests for membership. The system's barely able to handle the load. We're going to need another Linux server."

"So we went with the Linux thing," Dolly radiated with a broad smile at me. "And you were worried we wouldn't be a hit."

At that point, I was still too horny to care. "Can I use the sofa in your office? There are two guys who didn't get a piece of my butt tonight, I can't let them go home unfulfilled."

I called Eric to tell him I'd be home late again. I could celebrate our success with him later in private, but for now I wanted to entertain our dedicated staff.

~ Chapter 4 to follow... ~



Disclosures: Selfie Involvement Ch. 04



With innovation came success. Success led to public attention, and attention brought scrutiny. With scrutiny came the worst blight of all: lawyers.

On a Tuesday I walked into the office to find two police detectives who wanted to speak with Dolly and me. It drove home the fact that we weren't running a small show us your naked selfies site anymore.

"We need to speak to you about the contests your running. It could be considered as prostitution to have women earning money for performing sex acts with winners." One of the men explained to me.

"Are you saying you think my partner and I are prostitutes?"

"No, ma'am. We're investigating the operators of this site for pandering. It's a far more serious charge." 

My stomach went into knots. Fortunately, we had an attorney on a full time retainer. Twenty minutes later Martin Harvey, attorney at law, sat in our meeting room with Dolly, the two police detectives and me. 

"You gentlemen have a primary misunderstanding of what would constitute paid sexual activity. The monthly 'Funk a MILF' contest is opened to all visitors to the site. No one is paying for that option, Harvey said with an impressive authority.

"But, there is still the paying for the show," replied one of the detectives.

"No, the operations of this site, Dolly and Chelsey, have dropped all member payments from the site months ago." Harvey glanced at both of us and we nodded our heads in agreement. "We can show you the books, but the only membership requirement is to register a valid email address."

Shortly after the evening of our first show, we'd realized paid membership was actually limiting our main source of revenue. There had been so many membership requests, we were able to expand the number of advertisers to our site. It wasn't novelty sex toys any more. There were mainstream products, everything from clothing stores and auto dealerships to surgery centers eager to partner with us, given the number of eyeballs we'd managed to attract.

Dolly and I sat in a meeting with Marlon, our IT guru. "Do you have any idea how many people visit this site?"

My partner looked over a breakdown of members. "We have over two hundred thousand signed up members," she said proudly.

Marlon shook his head in that dorky arrogant techie manner he had. He could be hard to deal with at times, but he knew computer networks like nobody else and spent most of his remaining free time figuring out new sexual techniques. He was a hell of a lay. "You haven't understood the analytics. Membership is a drop in the bucket. Most visitors are piggybacking on fake emails. We have a million and half site unique visits. Not in total. A day, baby, a day."

"That much traffic?" I said astounded and embarrassed that I couldn't make heads or tails of the analytics reports. I thought they had to be written in some secret new language.

"MILF sites are the number-one porn draw on the web. People dig mature women getting banged. Guess who the number-one MILF site is?"

"MILFsRUs?" Dolly joked. 

I ventured, "MILFsKnowBest?" Neither of us had any idea if those names were real sites.

"No, it's The Slut Wife Foundation. Nobody can touch our interactive capabilities. I copyrighted and patented our proprietary technology. We don't need to sell memberships." I hated the way Marlon sometimes seemed to talk down to us. I knew he sometimes referred to us behind our backs as the Lucy and Ethel of Pornographers. It was insubordinate, but we needed his expertise.

Lawyer Harvey dismissed the cops with his explanations of our current business practices and the threat to obtain a protective order if any further investigation of a private business was continued without justification.

He turned to us as he was about to leave. "Do you see why you two have got to incorporate now? Your company is too big to operate under a simple partnership anymore."

This wasn't the first time our lawyer had imposed formality and corporate constraints upon us. On his very first day, he'd pulled both Dolly and me into an office and informed us; that we couldn't continue with many of our more enjoyable business practices.

"For starters, Dolly, you can't continue seducing other women who are going to pose for your site. That could constitute sexual harassment."

"But they all love getting naked on my sofa and experiencing my tongue tickling their clit. Most of these women have been ignored for so long that they need that relief I provide. Once they loosen up, they're ready to do nearly anything for the camera."

"That may be, but if one of those MILFs decided to claim you as a temporary employer that enticed her, it could open you to a lawsuit."

"See, I told you so," I said taunting her. I'd always thought her antics with so many of the new amateur mature models was a bad idea. It had all started with Allison, who been back repeatedly for numerous lesbian video presentations. We finally had her host her own regular show called 'Sapphic Orgy Party'. The last segment featured a panel of five older women, including Allison teaching the joys of girl-on-girl sex to a pair of pretty young college girls.

Allison had proven to be amazingly popular with viewers. Everyone wanted to see how the slender redhead would convince a younger woman that they deserved to explore her bisexual nature. The show was a round table where the young women usually confessed that they'd always been curious about trying sex with another woman but had been too afraid to try it.

"Is it the social stigma?" Allison asked one pretty blonde former state beauty pageant winner. She was a statuesque girl with big blue eyes and an apple pie look of purity.

"What would my boyfriend think?" the girl asked with her legs tightly crossed and one foot jiggling itself. 

"She's clearly starting to masturbate herself," suggested one of the interactive viewers on the live audio feed.

"Tiffany, your boyfriend would love you to know that you enjoy other women. All men do. They spend at least a total of an hour a day fantasizing about that. My husband and I have the best sex of our marriage, not that he's seen me with other women."

The show almost always ended with seven naked women in a pile pleasuring each other. It was our first two-hour block of time. It also had the highest number of female viewers and requests to be on it.

Ever since her first encounter with Allison, Dolly had developed a thing for redheads and made a play for nearly everyone who came to our studios. I knew it could lead to trouble.

"As for you, Chelsey, you cannot have sex with other employees, either. You've been fucked by the IT guy, the camera crew and the lighting director; and at one time, all at the same time."

My face grew red. I'd thought they agreed to keep it secret. I happened after one of our most successful video presentations, called Lady's Choice. The show featured women cougars selecting from a group of unseen younger men based upon viewers urging. On that particular show, a forty-five-year-old knockout blonde named ShannonSux2087 broke a voter tie between two eighteen-year-old college soccer players. She insisted upon taking on both, until she'd exhausted each and then finished off with the remaining male contestants.

"The rating went through the roof. It was my way of inspiring the staff for all their hard work on the segment," I said before realizing how lame the excuse sounded.

"That can lead to a lawsuit. You cannot have sex with your employees, unless it for one of your shows or photo sessions. You want to inspire, give cash bonuses," Harvey had admonished in no uncertain tones.

"But all the women I've been coaching are amateurs; unpaid volunteers, really. They just want to show how sexy women over thirty can be," Dolly said apparently hoping for a legal loophole.

"That doesn't matter. The law sees them as temporary unpaid employees, subject to the same protections of any of your other workers. You'll have to keep your hands off of them, unless it's in front of a lens."

Dolly looked at me. "For the sake of argument, can I seduce Chelsey, since we're partners in this?"

"Sure, your equals, go at each other all you want."

She jokingly leered at me and licked her lips. We only had sex on camera, and our segments were getting to be fewer and fewer as our viewers demanded new faces, and we became more involved running the day to day operations.

In the six months since our first live feed video segment, things exploded visitor-wise and with expanding operations. We'd added a dozen production facilities throughout the United States, so that middle-aged women from other areas of the country could participate in our video shows. We were even looking at opening a facility in Mexico City for our Spanish speaking audience.

And then came the day that I called: The Game Changer.

We had another series called, 'Guy or Gal?' in which viewers got to choose who they wanted to see a MILF have sex with. In the show, our old friend Thelma, who'd become a fan favorite, was presented with choice between a sexy young brunette who had lots of tattoos and body piercings and a handsome Latino male, also with lots of tattoos, but only a nose ring. She could make her case for the one she wanted, but it was up to the voters to decide who she'd have sex with.

"Come on, you people always put me with the Gal. I like licking pussy as well as the next MILF, but I'd really like to see what Raphael is packing in those jeans of his."

Raphael23 had a small goatee that he stroked before defiantly flicking his tongue before the camera. He moved his crotch back and forth and flexed his muscles of his bare chest. "I have ways of pleasuring this chicka like no man ever has."

The camera turned to the brunette. Her name was Annabelle88. "Oh, you want to see this cougar bitch on fire, feast on this." She stuck her tongue out to show dual ball studs side by side. "You'll love the viper."

Annabelle88 was already trending heavily to win. She was new to the audience, and they seemed to have taken a liking to putting Thelma with the most unusual of partners.

Not to be outdone, Raphael23 pulled down his pants and revealed multiple stud piercings along the front of his penis. He pulled slightly ahead in the vote count and at the end of the balloting was declared victor. A happy Thelma grasped his hand and led him to a bed. She pushed him onto his back and slowly lowered herself on top of him. The camera zoomed to capture the view as each of the five metal beads passed by her clitoris and then up to her face as she reveled in the sensation.

Thelma faced the camera and began to moan. "I have a special guest I invited to watch me today," she announced after opening her eyes. "It's my husband, Troy."

The camera remained on her face. The crew knew instinctively that this was going to be something out of the ordinary. Our cougars rarely invited the spouse to watch, few even knew about the wives' activities on our site.

"Hi, Troy. I'm doing this for you," Thelma stated with a bright smile. "I told you that if you ignored me, I could easily find someone that wouldn't. I even showed you pictures of me fucking another male. I've showed you pictures of me fucking lots of other women."

She ran her hands over her breasts and the camera moved to provide a view of her manipulating her small but nicely proportioned tits. The Twitter feed began to go wild. She was trending across other hashtags and going global.

"It's not just that you aren't paying attention to me sexually. I could almost live with entertaining myself with a vibrator," she said in a sexy tone. "You aren't paying attention to me at all. I speak and you grunt. You spent your free time agonizing over your fantasy league picks. You don't want a wife."

Everyone in the studio went completely quiet. No one saw this coming.

Thelma continued to move up and down along Raphael23's shaft. She acknowledged each bump of the beads tickling her clit with her eyes and corners of her mouth. "What you want is a maid. I'm done picking up your messes. I want a divorce."

She came immediately after saying that. All of our online communication feeds went nuts. The production team was ecstatic; this was great video. It was live, raw, unplanned and completely real; everything a reality porn series could hope to be.

Our viewers weren't the only ones picking up on it at that point.

By the evening, one of the cable news stations got hold of this breaking story, "Woman demands divorce while making online porn shoot. Story after the next commercial break," announced a gray bearded man.

A heavily digitized edit of Thelma's show was shown at the beginning of the six PM hour. It was repeated at six thirty, seven PM, eleven PM and then went over to be even more heavily edited on one of the national morning news shows.

Our site was soon being mentioned on another cable news network, but the subject of a middle-aged woman calling for an end to her marriage was no longer the primary topic.

"Women: over the age of thirty-five and brazenly exploiting their enjoyment of sex. Is it an immoral attack on our American way of life? And how can we put a stop to this assault on common decency?" was the exclusive of the morning news opinion discussion team.

~ Chapter 5 to follow... ~



Disclosures: Selfie Involvement Ch. 05



The morning group of impartial contributors at the cable news network was merciless in their opinion of our website. The blonde said, "Can you imagine, middle-aged women having sex and acting as if they enjoy it?"

The other blonde interrupted and opined, "The worst of it is that they are convincing other impressionable older women that sex is something they have a right to enjoy. It's corrupting an entire generation of women, who should only be thinking about driving minivans and buying gold and survival supplies from our sponsors."

However, it was the blondest blonde one; the one with the shortest dress and longest legs, that had the strongest opinion, "These women can't be allowed to think for themselves. America is all about freedom, but not when it comes to sex. It's the husbands who should decide if we need to have orgasms or not. I've never had one, and I'm fine without it. I'm on television; I'm a success."

The male co-host jumped into the fray, "So, we are in unanimous agreement. Older women enjoying sex is unnatural and this website, The Slut Wife Foundation, deserves to be boycotted." He looked at the faces of the women for their agreement. 

They rolled the clip of Thelma demanding a divorce and then a montage of other MILFs cavorting with younger men, men of different racial makeups and other women. It was the fifth time they'd shown it that morning, but then it was television sweeps week.

"Does anyone know who's running this smut portal for hell?" asked the other blonde. Her legs had become tightly crossed and she may have been jiggling her foot.

"No. Some news network should conduct an investigation immediately to find out," said the male co-host.

"Aren't we a news organization?" asked the first blonde, clearly not thinking the issue through.

The male co-host straightened her out, "Yes we are, but the only news that needs to be reported is that our opinion says; everyone needs to boycott The Slut Wife Foundation. It's a declared war on our American way of life." 

Dolly turned off the video clip in the conference room. "That's not the only demand for the public to shut us down. Listen to this guy from the radio." She began to play an audio tape.

The voice was very familiar and distinctive, "I can tell to this, our country is being destroyed from the inside. Middle-aged women having and enjoying sex. They call it fulfillment, but do you know what I call it? The Slutification of America."

He continued on. "For young hot women, sex if fine, if done in the confines of marriage. But after a woman hits a certain age, sex is something not to be desired, but to be endured at the will of her husband. My wife endures me every month, and until I get tired of her and find a new hot young wife and that's enough for her."

Dolly turned off the rest of his show. "He goes on for hours saying we've become an infection for middle-aged women that had become a cancer of the American soul and had to be cut out. He demanded all his loyal listeners boycott and petition to ban our website from the Internet. 

"That was two weeks ago," Dolly said as she looked at the faces in the room. "Marlon, can you tell me how many members have since dropped us?"

He glanced at a printout of this morning analytics report and cleared his throat. "We've lost exactly twelve members as a direct result. Since the nightly talk and comedy shows have picked up on this issue too and started making fun of it, coupled with the controversial continuous mentioning of our site name, we've quadrupled the number of daily unique views of our site."

"And how many would that be? Approximately?"

"North of six and half million. We need more servers to handle the traffic. Many more, man." 

"Does anyone think adding a morning panel of airheaded blondes and a dull witted co-host to discuss the issues of the day and then having a gangbang would be in poor taste?"

"Viewers could decide which hole should be plugged first," I added as a suggestion.

"Oh, I think we already know what hole that would be," Dolly said with a laugh.

There is nothing that drives interest in something more than controversy. We'd be controversial for a few more weeks, until some new outrage would come along to exploit. For us, the challenge became how to retain the massive number of followers who had been conveniently dropped in our lap. We were approaching the status of the largest of the mainstream site.

A few days later, I received calls to the ad agencies of two competitive soft drive makers. Each wanted to buy exclusive advertisement space on our site. The pressure was on; we needed to keep our new viewers.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"One of the segments we have been missing has been black and Asain MILFs. We'd received dozens of selfies of women of color," I announced at our next planning meeting. "The women deserve to be represented as hot vibrant mature females that they are." I put a dozen photos of the top contenders on the whiteboard.

"You're right, Chelsey; these women are beautiful, too. Is there a way we can showcase their unique attributes, without being exploitive?"

There was a prolonged discussion among the production team as to what that might mean. What we wound up with was not at all what I originally had in mind. Like any shows on television, starting with a good idea, when run through a committee is frequently mangled and distorted beyond recognition.

The show we devised was called, 'Black or White or Asian?' We weren't able to secure the music rights to a similar titled song, but our production manager came up with a tune that sounded close enough without getting us into another lawsuit. 

The show involved an amateur Caucasian or Asian Cougar pitted against a black or Asian Cougar taking on a team of younger men. Afterward, the men would discuss their experience with each of the women, and the viewers would vote on the one they enjoyed the best.

Our very first participant was a woman called, Shantel62076. She was a forty-something 'African American princess' as she described herself. Her skin was a dark near ebony and her most outstanding feature was her extremely long legs. In heels, she was an amazing thing to behold when she strode into a room. There was something about the way she placed each foot in front of the other as her legs crossed when she walked that had both men and women stealing glances.

Her competitor was a petite Chinese-American women, in her late thirties, who went by MayLayHo000. Although small, she possessed a very long and flexible tongue that she was able to play to the camera with devastating effect.

The contest began with a demonstration of cock sucking capabilities. Both women selected a male and proceeded to give him oral stimulation. Although, Shantel proved to have a great deal of experience and talent, it was MayLayHo that scored the most points with the audience.

Her male at one point gasped, "My god, what are you doing with your tongue?"

As the camera zoomed in, she'd managed to wrap it nearly three-quarters of the way around the circumference of his cock. She then slid it upwards to the tip, and he blew his load, which she skillfully licked into her mouth, without missing a drop.

"Damn, that bitch is a fucking ant-eater," was Shantel's response. She scored points for her humor.

What put Shantel back in the game was the way she could wrap her legs around the man she was fucking. She could move them up and down his back and finally made their way over his ass, which she used to begin driving him faster in pumping her when she was getting ready to cum.

Shantel also had a truly filthy bit of talk when she was approaching climax, "Cum you dumbass bastard, get to pumping. I haven't got all day, asshole. Work my cunt like you mean it, fucktard. I can't do all the work for you. Yeah, fuck me, or I'll kick your loser ass out to the street when /I'm done with you."

Shantel's line of dirty talk got me aroused as I watched the show from the sidelines. I wondered if there was some way I could get together with her myself, until I remembered the noninvolvement agreement lawyer Harvey had made me sign. Still, she was a true artist to the verbal assault. 

She won the contest by a narrow margin and was slated to take on AmberJammer52 the following week.

The show itself proved to be a minor rating hit, but was swiftly denounced by our most venomous media critics as being racially insensitive and exploitive, especially by their one black news anchor. This, of course, had the effect of adding more viewers to our daily traffic. 

"I think they are just jealous that we draw twice the viewership of our daily 'Orgy Among Buddies' morning discussion and group sex satire," observed Dolly when she got a report on the bump in our viewership.

But, the real expansion came in the form of a former porn star, name Linda Wanna. At one point, she was a huge player in the early video industry. She'd gotten her star when porn was still done on film and had legions of adoring fans for her dozens of video releases. However, age and a growing drug habit had done in her career years ago.

On a Thursday morning, I found her sitting in my office when I arrived in the morning.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion; I had to bribe one of your assistants to let me in," Linda said.

Surprised not only at finding an attractive former porn star sitting in my office, but even more so that I knew who she was. I'll only confess to having watched a few of her videos a number of years ago. It could have been more than a few, and they may have been the first thing I ever masturbated to, but I'd never confirm that admission.

"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here?"

I hadn't followed the demise of her career. I read about the drug-abuse rumors, being fired from several productions and then the; story of her being sent to prison for two years for being involved in a car theft ring. She'd had some rough times, due to her 'issues'. She looked far better than I would have expected.

"I've been clean for the last five years. I've straightened myself out. I've even been married to a decent man for the last four years," she said to without a hint of trying to hide the truth.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked not meaning to sound apprehensive. It leaked through, anyway.

"I'm looking for a second chance. The best thing I ever did was my porn performances. But, my reputation is so bad; no one will touch me. I'm hoping The Slut Wife Foundation, will give me a break."

I called Dolly into my office. She had to see this to believe it. She was stunned when she saw the auburn haired woman sitting in front of my desk. I could tell she already had designs on her, but I reminded her once more of our binding legal agreements not to seduce prospective performers.

"We use amateurs here. There wouldn't be any payment. Why would you want to do this?"

"I ruined my career and made so many mistakes. I've picked myself up and put my life back together. However, I miss performing, and my husband is fine with me acting again. I want to prove I can still entertain an audience. I also have an idea for a show."

Dolly and I debated the issue, but in the end we agreed to give her a shot at porno redemption. Her trial show was called, "Linda Wanna: Claws Her Way Back."

The opening episode began with a simple direct shot of Linda sitting in a chair, her legs demurely crossed. "My name is Linda Wanna. Ten years ago, I destroyed my life and let my fans down. Almost no one remembers me or cares to. I'm here to win back my fans, one cock at a time, if need be. I'm willing to claw my way back to your libido."

The lights came on and three men, all in their mid-forties were shown. The show itself was simple. Each man, purported to be former fans, was asked a series of questions about her movies.

"In what film did I take on three mechanics in an auto repair shop to pay for my transmission?" 

A buzzer sounded and contestant number two answered, "Auto-Erotic Garage." He scored five points.

"What was my first anal role?"

Number three rang in, "She's Getting a Bit Behind?"

"No, that was my second anal video. Anyone else?"

"No Hole Off Limits," number two said with enthusiasm. "I loved you in that one."

He answered two more questions and his prize at the end of her show was being able to remove her clothing and reenact the scene from, 'Linda Goes Under and Then Over', often considered to be one of her classics. The man in second place was called in toward the end for her famous double penetration scene in which she sat in a circular swing with the winner's cock in her asshole and then was lowered onto the second place finisher in her pussy. She wound up improvising by calling in the third place finisher to stand on the swing and performed oral on him while they were slowly spun around the cock still in her muff. 

There was no doubt that Linda, even in her late forties still had her magic. Her trending feed was off the charts. Her show became our biggest hit and added another half million new followers. 

Dolly and I had also made an investment in her old video catalog. Within a month, we'd make a small killing financially on her once forgotten pornos that were now a hot commodity.

Our website continued to grow and expand. There was constant pressure to come up with new and innovative ideas. There were competitors snapping at our heels every day. 

I remember sitting in my office at 10 PM, working out a new show called, Fuck Him or Dump Him, based on the game woman play all the time, except in this show, the woman would really fuck or dump an unknown male. I hated the concept, but was under the gun to think up something new; then a revelation hit me.

I ran down to Dolly's office. She was still at work, going over the advertising revenue figures. "Are you enjoying this?" 

"You mean, making a pitch to a big three car company to sell commercial space on 'Who's Ass Is the Hottest?"

"No, all of this. Do you remember why we started this business?"

"Because you liked showing your cunt to strangers and having them talk dirty to you and I used the photo spread angle to seduce other hot women?"

"Yeah, that why, wasn't it. Do you like how things are now?"

"I'm not showing my cunt and you can't nail other women. I'm so busy with this, I haven't been fucked in months. I too tired to even masturbate."

"Same here. I'd fuck my husband, but I don't have the energy, not that he seems to be complaining," Dolly said shaking her head.

"Let's sell the business. It must be worth something." 

A few week later, she and I were in a meeting room at a large multimedia conglomerate. Our team of lawyers headed by Martin Harvey, sat on our side of a mahogany conference table, with a team of other attorneys on the opposing side. 

Dolly tried to break the ice. "I'm reminded of an old joke. How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb? Sixty-five and when they're done, everything is screwed but the light bulb. Stop me if you've heard it."

No one laughed, but they were content enough getting their hourly fees. 

"Here's the offer," said the opposing lawyer, "The Mammoth Holdings is willing to buy The Slut Wife Foundation and all its assets along with a no compete agreement from the two owners of record."

He pushed a thick stack of paper in front of both of us. "Bottom line, what do we get, after tax, fees and the rest of the bullshit?" Dolly had a way to cutting to the chase.

"You each get two and half million up front, plus two hundred thousand for the five-year agreement for not being on the Internet," our lead attorney Harvey clarified.

Mammoth Holdings told us their plans were to fundamentally change the concept of the site. They said Eastern Europeans MILFs would be most cost effective. We thought they were crazy, but they could be as insane as they wanted with that kind of money. We took their offer and headed back to our office to make the announcement.

"I can't believe they sold us," Marlon said in front of everyone.

"You'll all be well taken care of financially," Dolly interjected, "we put it into the sales agreement."

Dolly doesn't get it. They don't want our site. Their only after our algorithms and technology. They'll militarize our patents. It all super nefarious."

"They plan to triple your salary, Marlon," Dolly responded.

Marlin halted his rant and thought it over, "Really? I've always loved the super corporations."

At the end of the day as we closed the front door for the last time, I asked, "Now that we're no longer on-line pornographers, what do you want to do next?"

"Let's take our husbands to some nude beaches in Hawaii for a few weeks and when we get back, maybe we'll look into starting a brick and mortar feminine hygiene product store." 

~ The End ~