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I didn’t pay much attention to porn in the past. Occasionally, I’d watch a video or two with my husband, Johnny. It got him all hot and particularly bothered. A fun foreplay before the real show began. It was mainly for him. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever picture myself starring in one. It started one Thursday afternoon. A storm battered at the windows. The pit-pattering of rain calmed my nerves. I just finished completing the next month’s budget. Rent was two months overdue, the phone and internet bills were on the verge of being cut off, and the car needed a new transmission.“Jasmine, what are you gonna do?” I asked myself out loud. I let my head fall into my hands. Defeated, I set the bills and budget aside. I made a hot beverage and put on some smooth jazz. Retreating to the living room, I sat on the black loveseat, decompressing as much as possible.The sweet scent of hot chocolate called to me, begging me to take a sip. I obeyed, blowing the steam away and testing the brown liquid out with my tongue. Even sucking on a mini candy cane sitting in the center of the drink’s melting marshmallows didn’t improve my soured mood.We’re not even scraping by, I mused, pushing my black bangs out of my face. We’d be able to buy a few more weeks, as long as Johnny didn’t drink half of his pay away. It was late, and he still hadn’t returned home, which meant he was most definitely at the bar, drinking his weight in booze. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him. His charm and natural talents in the bedroom made up for his financial issues, but I was becoming jaded by the broke life. We couldn’t afford daycare, even if I got a job; forget about rent. Unfortunately, Johnny lacked the drive, or smarts, to keep a job for long. Not being in charge of the family money drove me nuts. I was better at managing cash than Johnny. His lack of motivation frustrated me. But at least we scraped by with his measly pay cheque each week. Tired, I fell asleep on the couch. Waiting. Johnny arrived at two in the morning, drunker than a teenager after prom. After pushing his dark disheveled hair out of his honey-tinted eyes, he swayed, fighting with gravity. He ran a hand over the new five o’clock-shadow. He wore the blue work shirt I had ironed that morning; it hung half open, revealing the dark curls on his hard chest. Mixed emotions flooded my insides. Despite his Üsküdar Escort drunken stupor, I couldn’t help but be turned on by him.Hungry, I imagined kneeling in front of him. Staring up as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Johnny stumbled into the living room, tripping over the ottoman. I groaned as I rose from my warm spot on the couch. Any thoughts of jumping his bones disappeared.“Sorry, pretty lady. I think I drank too much.” His words slurred. He struggled to his feet.Trepidation snaked up my spine. I sat back down. My legs were numb.“Johnny, where’s the money?” I demanded, fearing the worst.He plopped down beside me. He leaned in, giving me a kiss, tasting of beer and reeking of cigarettes. “Jasmine, baby. I had a day.”His bloodshot eyes gazed at me softly. My heartbeat usually picked up speed with a mere glance. But not this time. After years of poverty, I was tired.“What happened?” I sighed, ignoring the heat emanating from him.“Well, I got fired today.”Horrified, I glared at him. He wouldn’t look at me. Instead, he concentrated on picking imaginary dirt out of his thumbnail.“What do you mean—you got fired? Why?”“There was an accident. Someone jumped in front of my forklift. I swerved too fast, and the forklift tipped over, almost killed the idiot.”“So, they fired you?”Johnny shrugged.He wasn’t telling me everything, but nagging at him was pointless. “Well, at least you got paid. We’ll figure things out. Where’s the cash?”I held out my hand. Guilt plagued me for taking his hard-earned money like this, but if I left it with him, he’d drink it all away. I hoped he hadn’t already.“Yeah, I thought there’d be more. I was late a few times last week, remember? Plus, I was depressed, so I stopped at the bar. I had to unwind.”“The money.”He passed me a quarter of what I was expecting. I sighed, ignoring him as he waited for our traditional kiss. I stood to walk away. Johnny grabbed my hand before I could leave the room.“Jasmine, wait. I’ll get a new job soon. I was talking with a buddy of mine who works at the metal factory. He said I should check it out. They’re always looking. I’ll have something by next week.”We need the money this week, I pouted.“Come. Let me make it up to you,” he said, in a deep, irresistible voice. I relented when he pulled me in front of him. He studied me as he ran Üsküdar Escort Bayan his finger up my bare thigh, up my skirt, tracing my panties. Once he reached the top of the silk material, he stripped them down in one quick swoop. I stepped out of them and waited for my orders.“Sit,” he commanded as he unzipped his pants. He pulled them down, positioning himself. “I’m gonna make you feel better.”His full penis pulsed, beckoning me. I hiked up my skirt, mounting him. My pussy was already wet, dripping in want of my husband’s strong pecker. I guided his throbbing head, stroking him. I hissed as the tip entered me. His cock glided right into my glistening slit.Johnny stared into my eyes as I rocked back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. He gripped my hips as I grinded into him. Frustrated by my clothes, he pulled up my tank top and undid the front clip to my black lace bra. Hungry, Johnny ravished me. Holding one small breast in each hand, pushing them together, he plunged his head into my cleavage, motorboating my ample breasts. I laughed through a moan. He raised his head to give me a deep kiss before concentrating on my tight pink nipples. Tweaking them, pinching. I pulled away from him and turned my back to him. Johnny knew what I had in mind, so he grabbed his glistening dick and positioned it to guide it into my asshole. Slowly, I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his massive head. Already wet from my pussy juices, my ass accepted him with pleasure and ease. Exploding sensations coursed through me as he pumped his hips, matching my rhythm. Johnny reached around, finding my clit. Gently, he rubbed it, pressing down with devoted hands. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” I cried out in ecstasy. “Oh, Johnny!”“Yes, baby. Cum for me.”My asshole tightened around his cock, strangling it. He gave me one last thrust before finding his own release. “Ah, Jasmine! Fuck me!”Growling, he held my hips, grinding into me as his load filled me from behind. In a better mood, I put back on my bra and top, leaving a sleepy Johnny to reheat supper. I was mad at him, but he deserved a good meal after pleasuring me like that.If only he cared financially, things would be perfect.***Desperate for cash, I called an old friend who always had a side hustle brewing. Some of them weren’t necessarily legal, but he knew not Escort Üsküdar to get me involved in that scene. I met up with Jeff at a local restaurant. Dressed in a black pin-striped suit with a red tie, he talked on his cell. I waited until he hung up to join him. “Playing CEO today, are we?” I joked. His once-over made me self-conscious. I glanced at my Levi’s jeans and coat, which was long overdue for the trash. At least I did up my long black hair in a French twist and my makeup glowed to perfection. “Jasmine, honey. It’s so good to see you. It’s been a while. So, tell me. What’s up?”“I need a job. Quick-fast. A job that pays well, preferably.”“You know, I always got you covered,” Jeff said. He sipped at his coffee as we sat outside on the terrace. “I can’t refuse you. Never could. I’ll give you some money if you take me up on my offer.”“Jeff, I’m not in the mood.”Ever since we were in high school, Jeff has tried to get in my pants. But I valued our friendship too much. He sighed. Tapping his finger against the table, he pondered the situation at hand. “Well, get in the mood.” He slammed his hand on the table, making the other patrons jump.Wondering what he meant, I raised an eyebrow. “In the mood for what?”“Um, I got this friend who is in the adult entertainment business.”I frowned.“What kind of adult entertainment?”Jeff chortled at the expression I was making.“The sexual kind,” he said, biting into his steak. “The guy directs porn videos.”I tittered as a waitress passed by, clearly eavesdropping by the looks of her. “You want me to do a porno?” I shook my head, unable to stop the giggles from complete eruption. “Are you crazy?”Jeff suppressed a cough before scooting forward in his seat.“No, Jasmine. What’s crazy is turning down serious cash when you’re in such need. It’s only for a few hours. You’re not in the position to get self-righteous now.”I bit my bottom lip. He was right. I needed money like a human needing air. Homelessness was not in my cards. I’d do anything to not let my family end up on the streets. “How much are we talking about?”“I don’t have the exact figures, but it’s the best I can do for you on such short notice. Seriously, I’d check it out if you want fast money.”I took what he said into consideration. Johnny would kill me if he knew I was even contemplating starring in a porn, but that’s his business. It was his fault if I did do it. It could be fun. Not like anyone I knew would see it. Except for maybe Jeff.“I have to talk it over with Johnny.”***I squashed that idea after coming home to Johnny, passed out with a video game controller in his hand, surrounded by leftover food and other debris.
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