True to her word, Gloria shared the proceeds from our video with me. I'd kept my expectations low, so I was surprised when she presented me with my half.

"You made twice this much? From one video?" I asked.

"I gained a lot of new subscribers, too!" she said while lingering over a glass of wine at my kitchen table. She'd requested poached salmon with fresh dill for dinner, and I'd made sure the meal was ready by seven that evening, which was her normal arrival time. "You were a hit, Peter. If you want, I can send you a link to the video."

I wasn't sure I was ready to see myself that way. I feared I'd look like a pathetic man making a fool of himself while he tried to please a young woman way out of his league.

I blinked at the cash in my hand. It wasn't a fortune, but the money would keep me from dipping even further into my savings. I could pay this month's bills without agonizing over my rapidly decreasing bank account.

Gloria drained the rest of her glass in a few unladylike gulps. "So I have plans for this evening, but I was thinking of coming back over later. Will you be up after eleven?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fifty-three, not geriatric." Secretly, I was pleased she wanted to return. And though it was Friday night, I certainly had no plans. "Should I do anything special to plan for your visit?" I'd already manscaped, just as Gloria requested. I hoped I'd have the opportunity to show her later on.

"Well..." Gloria twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "I might bring my actual camera this time. If you're up for it."

I was already nodding. After our previous performance, I was up for anything.

"Though some fans really liked the amateur aspect of the first video," Gloria added. "One guy just loved the way the phone shook in my hand when I came so hard."

So that massive orgasm wasn't yet another performance on her part. The knowledge made me sit up a bit straighter and grin.

She rose from the table, leaving her dirty dishes untouched. It was a given that I'd be doing the clean-up. I got another greedy look at her outfit. She had on a tight blouse and a short, ruffled skirt, along with stockings and heels. She was toeing a fine line between schoolgirl and streetwalker.

It was all I could do not to ask where she was going. Was she meeting some guy here in town? Someone much closer to her own age?

Whatever her plans, she didn't feel the need to confide them. I welcomed the quick kiss she planted on my cheek.

"Thanks for dinner. It was fantastic, as always," she said.

Once she was gone, I gave the house a tidying it didn't need, and I made sure the spare bedroom was immaculate. Then I finished the wine from dinner and tried to distract myself with some television.

Gloria didn't return till almost midnight. When I heard the tires of her car on my gravel drive, I fought back a surge of alarm. Any neighbors still awake would recognize her vehicle parked in front of my house.

If Gloria shared that concern, she didn't show it. Instead, I watched from the living room window as she strode toward the porch. The young woman had a bag slung over each shoulder and was carrying what appeared to be a tripod.

I opened the door before she had a chance to knock. Beneath the gleam of the porch light, she smiled and thrust the tripod toward me.

"Help me with this, would you?" she said.

Flabbergasted, I did as she ordered, then followed her down the hall to the guest room. 

"What's going on?" I finally managed. It was difficult to keep my train of thought while watching her walk in that skirt.

"We're about to make some more money, that's what's going on."

From that point on, the extra bedroom was no longer part of my domain. Gloria commandeered it with ease, setting up the tripod and what I guessed was an expensive camera. 

"I'll bring a couple more cameras later," she told me, "so we can capture different angles."

Where had she learned all this stuff? I was too astonished to protest, for she worked like a professional. 

"The lighting could be better," she said, "but this will do for now."

"Wait." I held up my hands. "What exactly are we doing tonight?"

She didn't answer until all her preparations were completed. In the temporary silence, I was ashamed to feel my arousal building. I'd be more than happy for the chance to eat her pussy again. Or maybe get another handjob.

The sight of Gloria drawing back the bed covers made my dick even harder. She turned to me and beckoned with a curled finger.

"Come here, you dirty old man," she whispered.

I didn't hesitate. Standing before her, I knew I was doing a horrible job of hiding my excitement.

Gloria lifted my hand and placed it on her left breast. I fondled her through the thin blouse she wore.

"You know what I did tonight?" she asked. Her nipple was firm beneath my fingertips.

"I assume you went out with your friends." I desperately wanted to undo her blouse's top button.

She tossed her hair over her shoulders and thrust out her tits. When I lifted my other hand to cup her right breast, she didn't push me away.

"I actually went to see one of my biggest fans. Turns out he lives less than an hour away."

That revelation made me grow still. Gloria looked down, her expression one of amusement. Embarrassed, I let my hands fall back to my sides.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" I asked. "How well do you know this guy?"

Regarding me again, Gloria offered a sweet smile. "Are you worried about me, Peter? Trust me, I can take care of myself."

She moved to retrieve her purse from a chair near the window. My mouth dropped when she held up a wad of cash. 

"He paid for a really nice hotel room," she said. "Since he's married, we obviously couldn't meet at his house. But he was a perfect gentleman. Well, except for the fact that he wanted to come in my pussy. And for the right price, I let him."

My gaze dropped to her skirt, as if I could see her freshly fucked cunt through the garment.

"You... you..." I stammered. "You need to be careful, Gloria."

She started counting the money in front of me. One hundred, two hundred, three...

"I'm on birth control," she said. "And before he and I met, we both got screened for STIs. I've been very careful. Now..." She finished counting at one thousand dollars. "I have his cum inside me."

I shuddered from a weird combination of revulsion and lust. How I would have loved to be present in that hotel room while Gloria was fucked by an older man.

Her stare snapped back to me. She was all business, no longer playing. "I'm gonna give you the chance to fatten your bank account. Are you in?"

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" My hand strayed toward my groin. 

"I want you to go down on me again." She set the money aside and then busied herself with checking the camera one last time.

"I'd love to," I quickly replied. "Feel free to use my shower, and then—"

Gloria made an odd sound, like she was suppressing a giggle. "Why would I shower when my fans, and yours, want to see you clean my dirty pussy with your tongue?"

I froze while trying to comprehend her meaning. She might as well have been speaking a foreign language. "I'm sorry... WHAT?"

Facing me now, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "If you do this for me, Peter, I'll give you eighty percent of the proceeds. I know it's asking a lot."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Even as I argued, I couldn't stop watching as she revealed more of her body to me. "You want me to lick another man's semen out of your cunt?"

"Well, yeah." Gloria slipped out of the blouse. Her breasts were perfectly cradled by a sexy pink bra. "You wouldn't believe how many guys have a cuckold fantasy. They'll pay a fortune to watch you be my cuckold, Peter."

"Absolutely not. That's disgusting." I grimaced even imagining it. 

She pretended to pout. "I'm offering eighty percent!" As she spoke, she lowered the zipper of her skirt. "And most of his cum has leaked out of me by now, anyway. My panties are soaked." The skirt fell to her feet, enabling me to see those very panties. They matched her bra, and the material hugged her plump outer labia so I could discern the outline of each one.

"In fact," Gloria said while pulling the crotch of her underwear aside, "I'll need some fresh cum, so you'll mostly be eating your own jizz. That's not so bad, is it?"

I couldn't resist rubbing myself through my pants. "You're going to let me fuck you?" Already, I was breathing faster.

Gloria let out a peal of laughter. "Of course not! But you can jerk off and shoot your load on my cunt. Wouldn't you like that... Daddy?"

A pitiful groan escaped me. The thought of sullying her that way, of painting her sweet pussy with my cum, had me rock hard. While I didn't care for the taste of my semen, I thought I could pretend to enjoy it for the camera. It was the idea of another man's leftovers that made my stomach churn.

"Just give it a try," Gloria whispered. Then she threw out an estimated number, the figure she guessed I could earn from performing this act, while unhooking her bra so her breasts were on display.

She was indeed a smart girl, dangling that possibility of a small fortune in front of me. I knew she was giving me an excuse to tell myself I was doing this solely for the money.

Gloria's movements were seductive as she lowered her panties and then climbed onto the bed. I imagined her pussy leaking onto that clean bottom sheet.

"Camera's already recording," she said. "I'll do an extensive edit of the footage later, before I upload it to the site." Her legs spread wide in invitation. "At least come and look at me, Peter."

Every word she spoke chipped away at my resistance. It wouldn't hurt to join her in bed, I told myself. There was no harm in having a close-up view between her thighs.

"I need my mask," I said. 

Gloria practically beamed. "It's in my purse."

Moments later, I was naked except for that ridiculous attempt at a disguise. Though I felt ashamed of my erection, Gloria was thrilled to see me fully hard.

"Why can't you take a shower before I come on your pussy?" I struggled to keep the whining note from my voice. Gloria's smirk told me I hadn't succeeded in doing so.

"Now, that wouldn't be honest, would it? This needs to be authentic," she insisted.

I kept stroking my dick even as I said, "I think you just want to humiliate me."

She slid a hand between her thighs to tease her clit. "Well, that is part of this kink's appeal."

With a heavy sigh, I climbed on the bed so I was kneeling before her. She lay on her back, and in the lamplight, I had a clear view of her pussy. That clit I so loved to lick was now swollen from her fingers, and her inner folds were flushed. I tried to tell myself the fluids clinging to her flesh were from her alone, and not her previous lover.

Gloria began playing with her tits. I let out a groan when she lifted her left breast toward her mouth and managed to capture the nipple between her lips. The sound of her noisy suckling had me stroking my cock even faster. 

"God, you're gorgeous," I said.

She smiled while flicking her nipple with her tongue tip. My stare moved from her face to her breasts, and then down to her cunt. 

Looking up at me, she said, "I bet you want to fuck me, don't you, Daddy?"

"So much!" I actually shuddered with need. I could feel my balls tightening, a signal I was close to orgasm.

"Maybe one day," she said in that sweet, sing-song voice, "if you're a very good boy. Tonight, you get to fuck me with your tongue."

"I'm gonna come," I said between shallow breaths. 

Gloria spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, and I angled my cockhead lower so it was aimed right at her cunt. 

"Do it, Daddy!" she urged. "Make a bigger mess of my pussy!"

It was so fucking satisfying, watching my jizz rain down on her plump, smooth mound. More semen dotted her inner labia. 

"Quick, gather it up on your fingers and work it inside me!" she ordered.

I was still shaking a little as I obeyed. By the time I finished, her hole looked like it was brimming with fresh cum. My cum.

She thrust her phone at me. "Get some close-up footage!"

Again, I rushed to do what she demanded. In the process, I realized her phone was a hell of a lot nicer than my own. While I filmed, Gloria squeezed her pussy muscles, and a glob of my semen oozed out.

"Ah, fuck, that's hot!" I whispered.

She leaned just far enough toward me to snatch the phone away. "Now it's time for you to eat me out."

I waited, helpless, as she drew her legs up until her knees almost reached her breasts. With her thighs spread wide and her ass slightly elevated, she was in the perfect position for me to feast.

"It's okay to act a little reluctant," she said.

"Oh, it's not an act." I grimaced at the thought of swallowing all that cum.

"And I'm going to taunt you and say some mean things," Gloria went on, "but that's part of the cuckold fetish."

I hesitated a few seconds more until she snapped, "Hurry! Your cum's starting to drip down to my asshole, so you're gonna have to lick there, too."

I lay on my stomach, mindful of her instructions as to how I should pose for the camera. She wanted clear footage of my tongue cleaning her.

"Start... now!" she said.

I extended my tongue and began lapping up the semen. My look of distaste was genuine.

"Oh, that's it," Gloria moaned. "Clean up what my lover left behind. Get every drop!"

The camera felt like an entity in the room, a silent witness to my humiliation. Yet I licked faster, my tongue teasing her entrance. It's just my cum, I told myself. The other guy's leaked into her underwear before she got here.

"His cock was huge!" Gloria grabbed my hair and pressed my face more firmly to her. "He stretched me wide in a way you can't. And he made me come so hard!"

Was I ashamed to be doing this? Hell, yes. But I was also bizarrely aroused by her words. I enjoyed serving this woman, even if we were only acting. By now, I could recognize that her sounds of pleasure were real.

"Clean my ass, too," she said. "Maybe next time I'll let him fuck that!"

I couldn't suppress a needy groan. My tongue swirled over her puckered skin; I tasted salt and fluid from her pussy. She'd been so aroused at some point tonight that her juice had leaked down to her asshole. 

"Good boy!" she cooed, and my dick pulsed against the sheet under me. "Don't you love how it tastes?"

"Yeah," I confessed. "I love licking you clean, sweetheart."

"He left a big load inside me. You need to clean there as well."

With her hands on the backs of her thighs, she spread herself even farther open. I gazed at her pussy while breathing in the scent of my cum, her fluids, and stale sex. A man had paid her a thousand to experience what I never would.

This was as close as I'd get.

My eyes fluttered closed as I plunged my tongue into her cunt. The taste was stronger now, more pungent. Though my stomach roiled, my dick was again rock-hard. It had been decades since I'd recovered from an orgasm so quickly. My moans joined Gloria's, and I knew my eagerness would be evident to the fans who watched this online later.

Fully embodying my role as cuckold, I thrust two fingers inside Gloria to gather any semen my tongue couldn't reach. My fingers came out of her covered in viscous, milky fluid.

My eyes locked with hers. I figured she could sense me wavering.

"Eat up, you dirty old man." Her grin was mocking. "It's the least you can do since you can't please me with your cock."

Still staring at her, I licked the fluids from my skin. The sight clearly excited her, for she began rubbing her clit and releasing faint cries.

I slid my fingers back into her and pumped away. When she climaxed with a throaty scream, I withdrew and again lapped up the fluids. I knew I was eating another man's jizz, along with my own. My semen had never gotten so deep within her.

"Get up, on your knees!" Gloria punctuated her words with a snap of her fingers.

I instantly obeyed. Pointing at my erection, she giggled.

"Looks like you need some relief, baby. And since you did such a good job of cleaning my pussy, I'll be happy to help you."

I let her turn me so I was facing the camera directly. When she knelt behind me and reached around to grasp my cock, I struggled not to sink back against her.

Her touch was rough and impatient. "Well, go on then!" she said. "Show everyone how pathetic you are. Show them why I need to have a real man fuck me."

I groaned and gasped, my skin burning hot. The mask was slightly askew on my face. I realized I'd be easily recognizable to anyone who knew me.

Glancing down, I watched Gloria's hand fervently jerking me off.

"Please," I begged, close to panting now.

"Be a good boy and come." Her tone grew soft. "Let Mommy take care of you."

That did it. I shot my load, pitifully small as it was, so it spotted the sheets and dribbled down on Gloria's hand. Once I was drained, she lifted that same hand to my mouth, and I licked it clean in front of the camera.

She continued feeding me every drop, giving praise all the while. I actually smiled to feel her dirty fingers rest on my tongue.

It was a perfect ending to our pornographic film. I stayed on my knees as she left the bed to turn off the camera.

Then she beamed over at me. "We are going to make so much money, Peter! You were amazing!"

My shame and embarrassment faded in the glow of her joy. She surprised me by closing the distance between us and pulling me down into a hug. 

"I meant what I said before," she said with her lips close to my ear. "You do have fans."

That made me snort and roll my eyes. She withdrew to give me her most serious expression.

"It's true!" she insisted. "Some women watch me online as well. A few are single, but the rest are with their partners. And they wanted to know all about you after your first performance."

I raised an eyebrow, still unsure whether I believed her.

Gloria's fingers drifted downward to idly caress my now-flaccid dick. 

"We make a great team," she said. "And I have plenty more ideas for us."