50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 21

3 months ago, Marigold had quite the revelation. She was earning about 6 bucks an hour at a dead-end job as a cashier in a small DVD store…yes, they still had fucking DVD stores in Willaby, Mississippi.

She was restocking the supply room with a fresh new shipment of porn movies…unsurprisingly those were pretty much the only movies they sold consistently.

Wet Lesbian Adventures xxx, Marigold, read aloud. She looked at the sexy women on the cover of the DVD fondling one another and could see why this stuff was popular. It was even making her quite tempted to watch it.

Carl, the store owner came back with another box in his hands. He peeked at the DVD she was holding and laughed. “The fellas love that lesbian stuff, make sure it’s front and center on the rack.”

“Thought this was a family-friendly store, Carl?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Ain’t profitable selling to families anymore. The only way to make a dollar is to keep putting out videos for fellas to beat their meat to. Nowadays, majority of them don’t even bother coming to the stores anymore! They pay these girls directly for private sex movies.”

That last comment caught my interest and I turned to face him. “How much do you think those girls make for a private video?”

“Hard to say, but damn straight it’s more than what you’re making Goldie,” he teased.

I scoffed and got back to restocking. “So, like hundreds?” I asked, not giving up on the topic.

I was charging a boatload for special sessions of me masturbating with dildos, and playing with all kinds of toys in expensive lingerie I was able to easily afford now. A lot of my subscribers began asking me for fuck videos and were willing to pay even higher for those. I had gone through every man in the trailer complex, as I invited a different one over each day to fuck me on video. I was running out of options and even took a regular pounding from Uncle Billy who lived next door since my subscribers liked the way his huge cock filled up my teen pussy.

I began noticing a number of guys asking to see me take on a big black cock. The prices behind those requests were even more than the fetish guys usually coughed up!

Where the hell am I gonna find a big black cock in Willaby, Mississippi, which was already a tiny enough town, to begin with!

But then a familiar face popped up in my head…well, duh! I thought to myself, grabbing my phone to call up the number of my old employer…