"That's it," said Elena. She had only edited the first five minutes of two hours of footage, and she was too horny to keep working. She got up from the desk and jumped in bed. She grabbed a vibrator from the drawer of the nightstand and wiggled out of her sweatpants. "One quickie and then back to work."
She got off to thoughts of the scene she had just watched, the experience from last night. She remembered the sensation of his cum hitting her face, proud that she no longer flinched from anticipation. She used to be unsure of herself, knowing she craved cum, but timid to get out there and demand what she so wanted.
The small vibrator didn't take long to produce the desired effect. She came hard, muffling her moans of pleasure so as not to wake her roommate. She turned off the vibrator and let the sexual tension fall away. She nodded off to thoughts of how far she had come in terms of sex, and the website. How her sex life was very much wrapped up in the existence and idea of the site itself. Maintaining it was a full time job, and it was so much more fun and rewarding than her "real" job.
She woke up an hour later. She wiped the drool from her mouth, and the grool from her vibrator, and got back to work. There was a lot more tape to edit. She had to crunch over two hours of amazing sex into ten minutes of best-of moments. She had two minutes ready now. Eight more to go.
***
Rob reached out his hands in an offer to help her stand. She took the offer and stood. She could feel the cum cooling rapidly on her face and tits.
"I want you to lay down and catch your breath," said Elena. "I'm going to take a short shower, I'll be back in no time. Catch a quick Z if you want."
When she returned from her shower, he was dozing. He lay on his back, on top of the covers.
She climbed into the bed next to him and pressed her body into his. He awoke and turned on his side to face her. They shared a deep kiss, but not for long.
"My turn," she said. She lay on her back in the very center of the bed and spread her legs. Without a word, Rob got into position to return the oral favor. He began kissing her inner thighs, knowing not to dive right in too fast. She rubbed her breasts in anticipation of his mouth on her pussy.
She thought of the cam on the wall behind her. It was hidden in the frame of a painting above the headboard and caught the action in the middle of the bed at a steep angle. It was perfect for pussy-eating scenes, because it was the only cam that would catch a top-down view of Elena bucking her hips into his mouth and playing with her own hard nipples. She occasionally cut to the painting cam for cowgirl scenes, but favored the alarm clock cam for those.
His mouth was on her pussy now, and within a few seconds she could tell that he knew what he was doing. He understood that she wasn't a lollipop, and that he wasn't trying to win a race. Steady, heavy tongue. Light suction. His eyes were closed with concentration as he encircled her clit. Pleasure surged throughout her body. He was an expert.
His hands snaked up her body to fondle her tits. She pulled her own hands away from her increasingly sensitive breasts, and when he started massaging them in rhythm with his mouth, she closed her eyes knowing it wouldn't be long.
"Don't stop," said Elena.
Rob increased his speed slightly at her command. Her hips bucked softly as she pushed her pussy into his tireless mouth. She inhaled sharply just as it hit her. She exhaled in a sustained moan as it crashed into her, like a damn breaking, nothing could stop it now. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her body. Her breath came in short gasps. She opened her eyes enough to see Rob still working. His hands were still at her breasts, cupping them, and lightly pinching her nipples.
It was all too much. He was incredible. Her eyes shut tight once more as she was brought to another earth-shattering orgasm. A minute later, she was cumming yet again. Soon, she lost count. Her ass was lifted into the air, and a mixture of her wetness and his saliva was dripping up her lower back now.
After a dozen or so, she reached her threshold, and tapped on his forearm to let him know. She became less tense, and relaxed her ass back onto the bed as Rob crawled up to lie next to her. He looked cool and composed, his hands behind his head in the classic relaxation pose. She looked like a limp ragdoll, exhausted and spent in the best way, anything but composed. She rolled onto her side facing away from him.
"Spoon me," said Elena, which he did.
***
The cunnilingus scene Elena had just finished adding would only make up for about thirty seconds of the video, cut down from over eleven minutes. She knew from experience that fans of her website liked a little bit of pussy eating, but were far more partial to scenes involving penetration or cock worship of some kind. She was of the same opinion. Her videos were not edited in chronological order and this cunnilingus scene would actually be first. The two minutes of blowjob and cumshot she had finished before the nap would be somewhere in the middle of the final cut.
She was way bored of editing, still seven and a half minutes of footage left to go. She'd get right back to it after a bit of internet procrastination. She felt a little guilt at not just finishing the edit right away, especially since she lost an hour already to napsturbation. She knew the harder she worked on her site, the more money she would make, the closer she would be to getting out of Vegas. She had already squirreled away over three times her annual maid earnings in just one year of running the site, but it wasn't enough to move yet risk free.
Elena started her usual routine of checking and maintaining her online persona. She started with kno-it.com, a news and entertainment site featuring user-submitted links and text posts divided into categories. Registered users could vote "yay" or "nay" on whether a link or post was interesting or noteworthy. Pornography made up a sizeable chunk of the site, one of the most popular subcategories of which was called 'showoffs'. People, mostly girls, would submit nude pictures and videos of themselves.
Elena was proud to be one of the highest rated 'showoffs' on kno-it, especially considering she'd never shown her face. Her pornographic exploits were entirely anonymous, and she was bound to keep it that way. She couldn't face the idea of her family ever finding out she was a wanton slut.
She never posted the hidden camera hotel room fuck scenes on kno-it though. In fact, 'kno-it showoffs' was just sort of a fun little exhibitionist outlet where she could upload a picture of her ass or tits, then read lots of fawning comments about her incredible body. Wouldn't she please show her face one of these days?!
Was this activity vain, exposing her body to strangers online? Yes. Was it a little sad, to yearn for the satisfaction of knowing a few thousand people, mostly men, would be getting off to her naked lady parts? Yes. Was she comfortable with this knowledge? Yes. It made her feel good being told she was beautiful. It distracted her from the depressing, gnawing, ever-present fact that she was a poor Mexican maid.
After seeing that she had over a thousand more "yays" than she did the night before, she surfed on over to blogler.com. Blogler was a microblogging platform where users post or repost pictures, videos, text, and links. This was where she posted pics and video snippets of her hotel exploits, hoping to draw traffic to her main website.
Nothing noteworthy on blogler today. Just the usual inbox full of inane questions and creepy compliments, and about a hundred new followers.
Now it was time to check her website - spyongabriela.com. "Gabriela" was born out of Elena's exhibitionist tendencies, and a yearning for a lifestyle she couldn't afford on a maid's salary. She could have moved to San Fernando Valley years ago, right out of high school, but she wanted to make porn on her own terms. She'd always loved the idea of getting paid to fuck on camera, but the mainstream studio porn industry was disgusting. Wholly unsexy. The men were creepy meetheads, the women vacuous drones. Far worse than the acting talent were the producers. Smarmy fucking greaseballs who preyed on ignorant, attention-seeking little girls.
Spyongabriela.com was a concept Elena and Peter had come up with together when she drunkenly confessed to him that she was a wannabe pornstar. When he asked why she didn't just go for it, she said she couldn't handle the idea of her family finding out.
"So make your own videos, just don't show your face," Peter had suggested. "I bet you could sell 'em for top dollar too, witcho big ass."
He was just joking, but it hit her that what he was saying was maybe possible.
"Do you really think people would watch it if my face weren't visible?"
"Hell yeah," said Peter. "I see amateur vids all the time where you can't see faces. You think you're the only person who wants to fuck on film anonymously?"
They spent the rest of the night, and the following weeks, working out the details of what would become spyongabriela.com.
