Thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for editing and creative input.
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Tiffany was twenty years old when she married "Famous Larry," a self-made millionaire whose chain of used car dealerships had made him a minor celebrity in several Southwestern cities. They met on the beach near Panama City, Florida where Tiffany was waiting in line to get a snow cone with a friend. Larry walked up to her and offered to buy her a car if she would go on a date with him. As outrageous as his offer was, it was just crazy enough to get Tiffany's attention.
Larry showered Tiffany with gifts, money, and affection, and it didn't hurt that he was not hard to look at and pretty good in bed as well. After six months of dating, Larry proposed to her with a three-carat emerald-cut diamond engagement ring. They flew to Las Vegas and were married within forty-eight hours of his proposal. The newly-wed couple were happy, in love, and very sexually active.
Larry was forty at the time and already had ten used car dealerships spread out from Houston to Phoenix. He specialized in higher-end used cars, however, he never used the words "used cars" in any capacity at all. His dealerships only sold "Pre-Owned Sports and Luxury Vehicles" and he sold a lot of them. BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar, Lexus, Range Rover, Maserati, Cadillac, you name the car and he had it, or would get it for you, if the price was right. Tiffany quickly became accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle that Larry's business afforded her.
Tiffany had an extraordinary body. At five-foot-eight, one-hundred forty pounds, and with dark red hair, green eyes; huge, natural, 38E breasts; thin waist and round ass, she had been stopping men in their tracks for years. Some years later, her friends told her she could pass for a slightly thinner double for the actress, Christina Hendricks from the series Mad Men. Tiffany and Larry were quick to have their only son, Ben who arrived a year after they were married.
After having Ben, the couple decided not to have any more children; mostly because Tiffany felt that one was almost too much for her to handle as it was. Larry had a vasectomy after Ben was born, putting the matter to rest for all time. Tiffany and Larry's sex life began to wane around the time Ben entered high school. Larry was in his late fifties and was preoccupied most of the time with his ever-expanding car business, and a twenty-four-year old mistress. Sex with Tiffany became less of a priority for him, and Tiffany began to retreat to romance novels, erotica, and masturbation using a vibrator.
Ben got into trouble in high school, smoking weed, drinking, skipping class, and graduating with a 2.8 GPA, despite the fact that he was very smart, and was capable of earning much higher marks. It was pure luck that he was able to attend a major university in California. His sketchy high school performance aside, Larry and Tiffany were proud of their son and made sure that his first year in college was as stress-free as possible. Ben's father not only paid for his college, but he also gave him a forty-thousand-dollar expense account for clothes, football games, and other social and miscellaneous expenses. Ben was all set.
Ben's parents sent him off to school with high hopes. He had all the resources he needed to be successful his freshman year. Everyone had high expectations for the handsome son of "Famous Larry."
One year later, Larry and Tiffany flew their son back home, disgraced, and dejected; his freshman year was a total disaster.
Ben had burned-through the forty thousand buying weed, alcohol, road trips, and taking his friends out to eat in fine restaurants. His father was able to access his grades online and was shocked to discover that his son had earned three "D's," two "F's," and an "Incomplete" due to absences. Larry felt ashamed of his son. The money wouldn't have been an issue had his grades been good. He had envisioned Ben becoming a lawyer, or getting his MBA and helping with the business. Not only were his grades bad, but he had wasted tens of thousands of dollars of his father's money and had nothing to show for it.
Now, recently back from his failed freshman year, Ben was back at home and living in his spacious bedroom. He was unemployed, without any plans for his future, and without many friends. Thankfully for him, he still had his friend, Alex. Ben had been talking with Alex on a regular basis since returning home from school. Alex had chosen to take a year off before going to college and had discovered a way to make good money in the interim.
"Let me understand this, Alex, you and Taylor have been making videos and selling them on this site?"
The two friends were looking at an amateur porn website on Alex's laptop called "Hot Amateurs". It was a site that specialized in high quality, homemade porn videos that customers buy via a one-time download to their computer. Alex and his girlfriend, Taylor, had been selling videos on the site and making quite a bit of money.
"How much for one of your videos?" Ben's interest was piqued; this sounded like easy money to the nineteen-year-old.
"That depends. They take around fifty percent from each sale because they handle the website, the payment processing, the advertising, and nearly all the other logistics."
"So, you just handle the recording end?" Ben confirmed.
"Yep. Sometimes we take turns holding the camera so it's like point of view perspective, but there are also times when we use a tripod, and there was one time when we had someone video us; that was our best video."
"Who held the camera?" Ben was completely enthralled by his friend's new occupation.
"A woman who answered an ad we placed online."
Alex continued, "Taylor and I have over thirty videos. Some are long, like thirty-minute sex sessions, some are short solos of Taylor, or me masturbating, or quickies with the two of us. We price the short videos at twenty bucks. The longer ones are thirty to fifty depending on what we do."
"For each video?" Ben inquired.
"Yes, but once they download it, it's theirs to keep," Alex confirmed.
"How many have you sold?"
"As of a couple of days ago, seven thousand four hundred and something."
Ben paused to calculate, "you've made about one hundred and fifty thousand dollars in eight months?" Ben could not believe what he was hearing.
"No, it took us about six months...and the money keeps coming in because the videos are still for sale and being downloaded all the time."
Alex had his laptop out and showed him his personal account with the website that gave the information about video statistics, income earned, and other, similar data. He played a video of Taylor masturbating that was for sale for $22.00.
"She's hot, bro." Ben fist-bumped Alex.
"Thanks."
Ben watched as Taylor, walked into a purple-colored room with a black and white bean-bag chair in the center. She plopped down on the chair, lifted up her skirt and revealed a cleanly shaved pussy. She spread her legs wide and began rubbing her clit as the camera very slowly zoomed in on her pussy. She was talking as if it was her brother holding the camera in some sort of role-play scenario. The clip only lasted for about fifteen minutes and ended with her squirting onto the floor as she came.
