Page 58 of Shameful Addictions

Mamba grunted again and sucked in his breath, as he always did right when he came.

It occurred to Charlotte, in that split second, that she didn’t quite know what to do at this point.

No time to ask, or even to move away.

His semen jetted into her mouth, filling her with the taste of salt. It hit the back of her throat. Reflexively, she swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. More of his cum flooded onto her tongue and she swallowed again, and then he was going limp, wilting as the seconds passed.

Charlotte kept holding onto him, kept holding his cock in her hand. She didn’t want to let go before she was allowed to. Something else might come next that she didn’t yet know of.

Mamba pushed her off him. “Enough.”

Charlotte withdrew, though she stayed on her knees. She felt like a woman coming out of a trance, slowly and in fragments rediscovering the world around her. She became aware that her pussy was pounding, a wash of her juices drenching her inner thighs.

Mamba tucked his cock back into his pants. His chest heaved a few times until he caught his breath. He straightened, lifting his head, and looked down at her without a hair out of place, looking as if he hadn’t just been in the throes of orgasm less than a minute ago.

“Do you feel like you’ve learned enough?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Go sit on the couch,” he said, dismissing her with a careless wave of his hand. “I’ll return to you with a script and a cucumber.”

Cucumber?

He answered her without having heard her question. “To show the girls what to do. And then you can fuck yourself with it to finish the video. Try to save your cum for then, slut.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mamba left her, striding away without so much as a tremble in his step.

Charlotte watched him go and then got to her feet, smiling, with the taste of him still vivid on her tongue.

Chapter twenty-two

Role model

“IneverthoughtIwould once again be reporting on this subject, but here we are.”

Charlotte watched the television screen. The journalist, Windy Smothers, was the same one who had reported on her trial, that terrible event that seemed so terribly long ago. It might have happened to a different woman, so much time had passed since then.

“Charlotte Aria, the infamous content creator who angered so many people before with an outrageous video denouncing sex work, is once again making waves. This time, however, it’s for a whole different reason.”

An image showed upon the screen, of Charlotte as she used to be. Then, it was placed next to another, showing Charlotte the way she looked now, with her big fake breasts and platinum hair and more slender figure. Charlotte recognized the setting. It was near the grocery store she had gone to just a day ago. Someone had snapped a picture of her and presumably sold it to the news company, probably for a hefty price.

Windy smiled a little, lifting her eyebrows. “Perhaps I should sayfamoussince Charlotte seems to have overcome whatever difficulties there were in her life to cause her to be so bitter and petty.

“As of three weeks ago, Charlotte’s video channel returned. While all her old videos are still up on the platform, she has been making new content and the differences are astounding.”

Two pictures again. First, of Charlotte in the past, sitting politely on her set bed, followed by an image of her lounging gloriously nude on the couch in Mamba’s studio. Her hair flowed over the back of the couch, gleaming and healthy and fine, and her legs were spread so that her long cuntflaps were on display.

“Charlotte seems to have had a complete change of heart and has fully embraced sex as something a woman should be proud of. She now makes videos on how to enjoy sex, content which addresses subjects that young adults from backward, conservative homes might be curious about. But it’s not only the sheltered teenagers who love her show. She is an accessible and passionate woman who is once again touching the hearts of many by being honest and forthright, discussing subjects with her audience that others might not so readily talk about with youths. Her subscriber count has tripled since her return. We have reports that she may have started a trend of sexual deviancy and degradation throughout the country. Time will tell what the consequences are of this, but I can tell you one thing.” Windy smiled. “Our sons and daughters are going to be so much more relaxed with all the sex they’ll be having.”

Charlotte laughed, her heart full of pride. This woman had only half the story. Charlotte was the one who could see the direct influence she was having upon her growing audience. Yes, they were more relaxed, and they were happier, more confident. Every day, she received so many emails and private messages on all of her social media that Mamba was debating hiring someone–perhaps several someones–to take over for her.

Windy Smothers continued with her story. “I think we can all agree that we should be more like Charlotte. We should correct our faults and embrace our true selves. But that’s all from me. This isn’t a talk show and you don’t want to hear my personal thoughts. We will, of course, continue to report on this story as updates come in. Now, let’s go to Molly, live at the exotic bird cage at the zoo. Following a break-in earlier this morning, 70 parrots and…”

The TV turned off.

Charlotte looked over at Mamba.

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