A Sale of Two Titties

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Mariah is down and out, and has to go on the dole. A chance encounter with a photographer as she's leaving the public assistance office demonstrates that she has a pair of assets she can capitalize on. Will she go through with a sale of two titties, and where will it go from there?

Mariah walked out of the office feeling extremely self-conscious. She'd never once in her life imagined that she'd have to accept public assistance, but circumstances had forced her to do exactly that. After losing her job and having no luck finding another one, her savings had run out, leaving her little choice. Her family was helping, but it was barely enough to pay the rent and utilities, and she couldn't bring herself to ask for more.

Thirty-five years old and on welfare - she felt like a complete failure at life.

She walked down the street toward the bus stop, every step taking her further from the embarrassing door she'd just walked out of. Unfortunately, a young man who had certainly seen her exit was still walking some distance behind, so she wasn't yet safe. Much to her chagrin, he followed her to the bus stop and stopped to wait as well.

Face burning, she did everything in her power not to make eye contact, and prayed the bus would arrive quickly. On top of it all, the wind was blowing ferociously, whipping her blonde locks against her face.

Her stomach went sour and she stiffened when the young man said, "Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you."

"Pardon?" she responded, her conscience not allowing her to ignore him. Thankfully, the bus was heading her direction, which at least offered the potential of escape.

"I'll get to the point, because your bus is coming. My name is Brian. I'm a photographer and do some online content." He held out a card. "This is a website address I have set up for potential models. There's a place on the page to enter the code I wrote on the card. I hope you'll give it a look."

"Model?" she muttered, accepting the rather plain card, which was simply text with his name, a website address, and his handwritten addition. Though she had a positive self-image, model was not a label she would have ever placed on herself.

"Just give it a look. The website should answer any questions, but there's an email address for me if you need it. I won't bother you any more, but I hope to hear from you."

With that, he gave a nod and walked on down the street. The bus pulled up and a very confused Mariah climbed on board, glancing down at the card and trying to decide what to make of it. As she took her seat, she made at least a small decision, and put the card in her purse. For now, she had shopping to do.

No matter how much she hated going on the public dole, it was a huge relief to actually have groceries in her apartment again when she returned home. She'd been living on leftovers from the family and donations from the food pantry for two months. Even the time necessary to put everything else away felt like an eternity as she anticipated cooking something she'd bought because she had a craving for it - lasagna.

Doing the dishes afterward proved a tiring experience, because she'd ate more than was really advisable. It had simply been too much of a treat, and she reasoned that she had at least two meals worth of leftovers anyway. Exhausted both physically and emotionally from the day, she slipped into bed and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.


Mariah slept late, as there was very little reason for her to get up. She'd given up not only her cable, but also her television itself when she needed the money. Large parts of her wardrobe and all of her furniture except for absolute essentials had likewise found their way into second-hand stores. There was little for her to do but re-read books she'd already read several times, or continue the futile job hunt online.

It was that task she reluctantly engaged in after breakfast, only made possible by the kind donation of a neighbor's wi-fi password and a second-hand laptop from one of her nieces. The decision to marry her now ex-husband straight out of high-school haunted her each and every day. Without a college education, her possibilities were extremely limited, despite glowing recommendations from her previous employer, who had hated to let her go. The competition was fierce for the few jobs she could get.

After three fruitless calls resulting in someone telling her the position had already been filled - on ads placed that very morning - she gave up. While digging through her purse for some headache medicine, she came across the forgotten business card from the previous day. With nothing better to do, she popped a couple of pills and typed in the web address.

The page was very plain, with a large text header that read Brian DeFalco photography: model portal, followed by an email address. Below that, there was a text entry box with a notation that it was to be used if he had offered a code. Not paying much attention to the text below, she shrugged her shoulders, entered the code, and pressed the button next to the text box.

The next page was just as plain, and was a personal message obviously directed to her and her alone.

"I'll get straight to the point. I assume you looked at the information on the front page, and if you're here, then you still might be interested."

She hadn't, but she was here anyway, so she read on.

"There were two things that caught my eye when I saw you on the street today. The first was that you were leaving the welfare office, which leads me to assume that you might be having financial troubles. I can give you at least a little relief in that department, if you're willing. The second was your breasts."

Mariah sat back and gasped, stunned at first by the unexpected words on the page. Of all the things she'd thought about when she saw him walking behind her that day, ogling her breasts was not one of them.

"I hope I don't offend you by saying that they're beautiful, and I'd very much like to photograph them. I can offer $200 for a shoot, in cash. This is for a personal project, so the photos will be tasteful, and not show your face. If you're interested, send me an email, and we can make an appointment for you to come to my studio, which is here."

The page listed an address that she knew was in a part of town where numerous small businesses had storefronts in strip malls. As she thought about it, she even had some faint recollection of seeing the place, which hadn't struck her as out of the ordinary in any way. It looked like any other storefront.

After the initial shock, she opened the previous page in another tab to discover that all of his photography was nude, that he shot video as well, and that much of it was used to provide content to pornographic websites. When curiosity prompted her to view example photos, she found that while the photos under the heading for porn were certainly that, they were a great deal less raunchy than she would have anticipated, and most involved women her age with young men.

She had never even considered anything of the nature before, but she wasn't shy about her body. In her current position, $200 would make a big difference, and what he was describing was more along the lines of art than porn.

Keeping that in mind, she set up a throwaway email account with a false name, and sent him a simple message. "I'm interested, but I need to know more."

She hadn't closed one of the tabs she'd opened to view the example pictures, and paused to look at it a little longer before clicking the red x. The woman in the picture looked to be about her age, and didn't appear to have undergone a lot of plastic surgery. She looked like a normal, nude, middle-aged woman. The man was absolutely delicious - young, hung, and handsome.

Arousal prompted her to hit a button to view the next picture in the series, and she shivered when it loaded. The young man was tonguing the woman with what appeared to be a great deal of enthusiasm. The next picture had the woman with her lips wrapped around his eye-catching cock. In the final picture, that same cock was buried inside her, and she appeared to be enjoying it thoroughly.

Tingling between her legs and with her nipples tenting her blouse, she was just about to open another series of example pictures when a sound alerted her that an email had arrived. Sure enough, it was on her new account, and from Brian.

As she read, a smile spread across her face. He was obviously a professional, despite working in the porn industry, and he took the anonymity of his models very seriously. He'd included several possible times to come to his studio for a shoot, but left it open in case she needed to make other arrangements.

She didn't exactly have scheduling issues, so she threw caution to the wind and highlighted the first possible time - the next day - and accepted the offer. She got butterflies in her stomach the moment she sent the email, but found a good way to chase them away. After going through all the example photos - which were equally arousing examples of strapping young men with older women - she made a brief return to bed.

One thing she had been absolutely unwilling to sacrifice despite her troubles was her vibrator.


Mariah was sure that the butterflies in her stomach were going to lift her straight into the sky as she got off the bus. The studio was only a block away from the stop, but it felt like the longest walk of her life. Once at the door, she summoned up the courage to push the bell as instructed, and a buzz sounded almost immediately that unlocked the door.

Brian stood up from the desk where he was sitting and said, "Glad you're willing to give it a try, Maria."

"Mariah, actually," she answered as she accepted his handshake.

"I can understand the caution. Nervous?"

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