The heat of the Deep South summer had passed, along with the near-summer of October. The first cool spell of November had arrived bringing with it a blessed lowering of humidity and temperature to a level of comfort that Maggie could not help but appreciate. The summer had been tumultuous in several ways. Daddy had been called home unexpectedly to help deal with a crisis in his family. The success of E&M together with Daddy's absence had nearly driven Maggie to attempt to take on far more work than was good for her in order to satisfy the increasing demand for her services. The realization of that near folly had caused her and Eli to rethink their business plan.
Their revised solution called for a drastic increase in her rates instead of an equally drastic extension of her work hours. In addition, Eli arranged for her movie making to begin at once and on a much more professional level than had originally been contemplated. The results of this two-pronged attack had been overwhelmingly positive. The wait list had been nearly eliminated, but Maggie's Saturdays remained full, so the income from that aspect of the business had increased without a corresponding workload increase. And the new movie business was a hit. The distributors had sent a steady stream of requests for extra copies of all the existing movies and for Maggie to make new ones, which she did at the rate of one per month. She and Eli were contemplating eliminating the whoring aspect of the business and just concentrating on movies.
With the rate increase, Maggie's monthly income from whoring had risen from about $1300 to just under $2000. However, each first distribution of a new movie netted her about $50,000. So, during the 3 months of August, September, and October, she had accumulated nearly $160,000 in cash. And that didn't count the reissues of past movies. If this continued, she'd be a millionaire by this time next year.
Daddy had returned in time for the Fall semester to begin. His father had died and he had brow-beaten his mother into investing the life insurance proceeds in an annuity that would give her a life-time income. Otherwise he knew that she would have no cash left from it after a year. He had gotten his sister to her college (she was a freshman) and helped her move in and select classes. He had done what he could for them and it was time to turn to his own affairs.
His reunion with his Slut had been momentous; hot sex followed by tender protestations of love and devotion. He wondered at her voracious carnal appetite, but never questioned his good luck. Any young man would give anything to be in his situation.
His Slut had nearly wept with joy when she saw Daddy after such a long absence. Unbeknowst to him, of course, she'd had plenty of cock. However, except for Eli, she'd had no tenderness. Just as Daddy had realized the morning that he got the call that sent him away, she had come to know that fun alone was an empty thrill without love to give it ballast. Now that Daddy was back, she had both and had regained her balance.
Eli understood, but believed that, with so much money rolling in, his Maggie would continue along her current path for at least another year, and, because her path included him, he remained satisfied for the moment. Indeed, he favored Maggie quitting the whoring business and only making one movie a month with the normal crew. That would certainly prevent her tiring too soon.
And so, after discussing it with Maggie, that is what they decided to do: Maggie would wind down and eliminate her whoring by the end of November. Starting in the first week of December, she would only make one movie per month. She would spend Saturdays with Eli when she wasn't filming and they would discuss what to do with the money they were accumulating. Of course, they would also have sex. While Maggie loved Daddy, she also felt something very special for Eli, which he reciprocated. So, their relationship was not platonic, not business, and not romantic; it was all three wrapped into one.
And so it went. For Maggie, she had two men, opposite in many ways but each fulfilling her in his own unique way. She had sufficient nymphomaniac thrills to satisfy her physically and more money than she had ever dreamed she would have. Of course, she couldn't spend it without telling Daddy its origin. So, it accumulated. For Eli, he had as much of Maggie as she could spare him and more money than he ever thought possible. For Daddy, ignorant of his Slut's other activities, he found his life better than ever. His grades remained high, his boss at the grocery store had given him another raise, and he had been accepted into the best law school in the state. His undergraduate work would finally end in May, he would work through the summer at the grocery store, then he would move to the northern part of the state to begin the final phase of his education. It never occurred to him that his Slut would not accompany him, so he never brought the issue up. This very thing was the main topic of conversation between Maggie and Eli on that relatively cool second Saturday in November.
As always, when he heard her car pull up in the yard of the E&M trailer that they used for all their activities, Eli went to the door, opened it, shot her that cocky grin, and called out, "Mornin', Maggie dahlin'. How's my baby girl?"
And, as always, she uncoiled those luscious legs of hers, bounced her braless breasts at him with her sexy catwalk and responded in a low sultry voice, "Your baby girl needs about 7 inches of black cock. Know where she can get some?"
The answer came, "Might jus' be I do, sweet thing. Yes indeedy do, might jus' be."
Though they spoke on the phone nearly every day, calls always initiated by Maggie for "security reasons" (read, "behind Daddy's back"), it had been a full week since they'd had any physical contact. Even though she and Daddy fucked every day, Monday through Friday (Saturday nights Daddy was too tired from his 10 hour shift at the grocery store on its busiest day and Sunday was a "love and cuddle day") and their sex was hot and satisfying, Maggie was always ready for sex with Eli.
With Daddy, she was the submissive sex toy Slut. Daddy was very handsome, extremely intelligent, and the most articulate person she had ever heard. Just listening to him talk was enough to make her wet. She didn't care that he was fat, but she couldn't deny that it kept him from being rated a "10." Nevertheless, she derived mind numbing pleasure from being his sex slave and obeying the Four Rules. "Oh my God, being forced to beg before cumming sends me into orbit."
Physically, Eli was the very definition of manhood. At 6'2", he was tall and had a build kept mouthwatering by vigorous exercise. While he only had a passing familiarity with the grammatical rules of the Queen's English, he had the most entertaining way of speaking that she had ever heard. All of his stories made her laugh, and a great many told piercing truths, either about himself, the people around him, or life in general. His body was scarred in many places, which, for her, only increased his overpowering manliness. And, during the act of sex, as well as Daddy could use his tongue, Eli could use his cock. And while Eli was not submissive, he did follow her lead in sex, awaiting her request and doing what and how as she teasingly ordered. And so, Maggie/Slut had the delicious twin delights of submitting to the less physically imposing and ordering/guiding the more so.
That second Saturday morning in November, Maggie had arrived already stocking clad in a modest dress with a pleated skirt that had bought that week Its pale blue color, while more appropriate for spring, was one of her favorites. It's color at this time of year had put it onto the clearance rack and she'd picked it up cheap, despite its obvious quality. The fact that she wore no bra was concealed by her wearing a short jacket because of the cooler weather.
She peeled off the jacket slowly while staring into Eli's eyes, a sure sign, along with the hazel flecks in her blue eyes, that she wanted sex. In a hoarse voice she asked, "Do you mind if we skip the dance today? I'm just sooo horny for you."
He widened his eyes, nodded his head, and licked his lips and she unfastened the top of the dress and allowed it to peel down, revealing her breasts. Maintaining eye contact with Eli while she undressed was a game. Would he look at her breasts before she looked at his crotch? Whenever she danced, she won that game. When she didn't, it was 50/50. So, to put the odds more in her favor, before unzipping the back, she ran her hands over her breasts, encircling her areolas with her finger tips before pinching her nipples. He couldn't resist. He glued his eyes to her tits and licked his lips. She smiled wickedly and thought, "Works every time. It really isn't fair, is it? Ha!"
After winning the staring game, she reached back and unzipped the bottom of the dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in nothing but her stockings, sexy "Maggie Standard" high heeled sandals, hard nipples, sultry smile, hazel-flecked blue eyes, and nothing else. Indeed, she needed nothing else. Her physical assets combined with her sexual skills and appetite raised her from mere mortal to fertility goddess.
She turned around, very slowly to give him a good look at every aspect of the body he had seen many times already, but never tired of the sight. After completing one full turn, she continued a bit more until she faced the bedroom and was sideways to Eli. This gave him a side view of her large breasts. Turning her head back to him, she asked playfully, "Do you mind eating in the bedroom, baby?" Without awaiting an answer, she began catwalking toward her destination, knowing full well that this prime specimen of manhood would follow her like a hungry puppy.
Eli stood in the doorway as Maggie reached the bed, turned, sat, scuted backward a bit, and laid back on her elbows. She slowly raised her knees toward her chest, spread her legs a bit, and revealed the world's most beautiful smoothly shaven pussy. Pink to perfectly match her nipples, a tight, well-formed labia without the hanging skin that was so prevalent among other women, and a clit as big as the end of Eli's little finger. And always, so clean, wet, and sweet tasting. He had never been much of a pussy licker, but Maggie's lovely slit had converted him.
Then she began twirling her beautiful stocking and sandal clad feet in circles indicating that she wanted him to suck her toes first. This was something he'd never considered doing with any other woman, but Maggie's feet, like her pussy, were especially beautiful. It was Junba, on the night of their first gangbang that had done it first. At the time, Maggie had thought it strange but pleasant. As time had gone by, she had begun to enjoy it more and more. Indeed, her toes got sucked in all the movies that she had made. In one, all four men had rotated from right breast to right foot to left foot to left breast. At no moment did she fail to have a mouth simultaneously on all four places. That had gotten her so hot that she had cum. Unique for the porn business, Maggie's orgasms while making her movies were always real, and that instance had been particularly intense. That movie had been her best seller to date. Thus far, they had distributed 10,000 copies.
The physical sensation was pleasant enough, but it was the subservience of the men that made her so hot, particularly when Eli did it. The fact that this paragon of masculinity would serve her in that way on demand made her cunt stream love juice which he would then lap like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water. This never failed to intensify her climax.
As he gently peeled off her shoes and began tongue kissing first one set of toes and then the other while running his hands up and down her smooth, stockinged legs, finally rubbing her clit, she murmured, "Oh baby that's sooo hot. Do you think my feet are pretty? Are they sweet?"
