Money and Pleasure: Fuck Mares

By Emma Jones

"However, if I take my previous experience as a benchmark, I don't see what would be the contradiction in terms of sleeping with a man for money. When everyone is talking about only doing it with someone you love, I cannot confirm this. I don't feel like doing it either way. But it can hardly get any worse than with these first two attempts. The only thing that matters to me is that it doesn't hurt like the first time. But if I can make a lot of money with it, would that be a possibility? As I said, I am ready to do anything to keep the promise I made to my mother on her deathbed. It would be terrible for me to disappoint my mother on this point."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Aug 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005780098

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Money and Pleasure: Fuck Mares

By Emma Jones

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entire coincidental

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 1

Freya! Said my mother in a fragile voice. It's good that you're here.

Are you in pain, mom? I ask, worried.

The time has come.

No! Please stay strong, you can't die yet. Not now!

I just simply cannot anymore.

You can't leave me alone!

I have to, my girl. I have to! Believe me, I would be happy if it were different. But we have to come to terms with it. We cannot defend ourselves against fate. Please look at your siblings and your father.

Mom! I called pleadingly.

Promise me! She whispers. She couldn't speak any louder. Please!

Yes, I promise you. Do not worry! I will look after the family and take care of them.

With tears in my eyes and throat constricted, it was very difficult for me to get these few words out of my lips. I have to swallow again and again. I try to be strong - for her. But it's damn hard. The situation is unbearable - at least for me. I'm sitting by my deadly sick mother's bed and hold her hand, which is getting colder and colder. I can clearly feel how life is increasingly disappearing from her. It breaks my heart to know that she will soon die.

I am very well aware that I am placing an immensely heavy burden on you, Freya. But I only have you.

My mother's voice is thin and she has to pause often. After just a few words, she can no longer do it and has to gather strength to be able to continue talking. Speaking is a tremendous feat for her. The doctors called me to the hospital. You let me know my mother was going to end. I have a big lump in my throat.

Since this insidious disease confined my mother to the bed, I have been taking care of my siblings and my father. Still, I try to be at her bedside as often as I can. She shouldn't feel left alone.

Your father is a good man and he works hard too. But he can't do it alone.

I know.

I love you incredibly!, Breathes mother. You are my firstborn and always had a very special place in my heart. You should never forget that!

Mother!

I know that I can rely on you. That makes dying easier for me.

Mother! I scream in desperation.

But she bends her head to one side. Even if you would think that she was just asleep, I am aware that at this moment my mother is quietly and quietly, forever divorced from my life. I bury my face in my hands and start crying. I put my forehead on the bed and let my pain out. I don't have to be strong anymore. Who is it for? She is no longer there. Therefore I let my tears run free. From now on I'm on my own.

Mother, we miss your advice, I say quietly, sobbing. I hope she can still hear me where she is now.

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Father, with the best will in the world, the money is not enough. I have no idea how we're going to do this. The debts are immense.

I know.

He sounds dejected. I realize he doesn't know how to do it anymore. He has given up. I'm sitting with my father in the garden of the little house we live in. A letter came from the bank today. If we don't pay the debt within two weeks, our home will be foreclosed.

Mother's illness cost us a lot of money. But what could we have done? We had to do everything in our power to help Mother - even if it didn't work in the end. If we hadn't done it, we would blame ourselves for a lifetime.

My father looks helplessly in my direction. However, his gaze goes right through me. He is a simple man and, as Mother said on his deathbed, he will never be able to provide for the family on his own. I am also aware of that. But how is an 18-year-old supposed to do what a grown man cannot? That's a mammoth task. The responsibility for my three siblings now rests on my shoulders. I am definitely not ready for such a burden. But what should I do? I made a promise to my mother and I will keep it.

Where should we go? Wails father.

I don't know, I reply sadly. Maybe a miracle will happen after all.

A wonder?.

After the death of our mother, it would be a major blow for my three siblings if we had to leave the house as well. I absolutely have to prevent that! But how?

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I am sitting alone in the living room. I put my siblings to bed and father retired to his room. The death of my mother and the letter from the bank broke his will to live. He's just a shadow of himself.

I've buried my face in my hands and I'm crying. How am I supposed to do this? Life is so unfair! The tears seep through my fingers and form drops on the underside of my hands that fall down into my lap. I cry softly to myself. I'm finally alone and I can let my despair run free. But whining and complaining do not get us any further.

I have to do something! I say aloud to myself.

I resolutely wipe the tears from my face and go to the old computer. It is almost a miracle that this museum piece still works, but we haven't been able to afford a new one for a long time. I want to look for a job. No matter what, I have to quit my studies and look for a full-time job. I hope that by doing this I can convince the bank not to auction the house. She must give me the opportunity to slowly pay off the debt. There is no other option. The prerequisite for this, however, is that I have a monthly income. And that is only possible if I have a secure job.

We are looking for everything: crane drivers, engineers, warehouse clerks and much more. However, there doesn't seem to be a suitable position for me. More and more desperate, I scroll down the job offers. I realize with horror that I am getting closer and closer to the end of the ads and there is still nothing in it that would even begin to work for me.

I'm almost at the bottom when an advertisement catches my eye: Horny fuck mares wanted for uninhibited parties. Very good pay .

I look at these few words in shock. I have never read an advertisement that is even remotely comparable. Is it really possible for men to let their sexual desires run wild at festivals? Could it be that one talks about it so openly when looking for willing girls? I don't want to deny that such festivals have always existed. The rich come up with the weirdest ideas to prove their power. But up to now, advertisements of this kind have always been very imaginative in describing what is being searched for. In this special case, on the other hand, it says straight out what is going on.

I keep scrolling and hope to find something suitable. But still nothing. I'm about to close the site when this clearly ambiguous ad comes back to my mind. This time I seriously ask myself whether that might not be the solution to my problem. It's just a flash of inspiration, but it kind of sticks in my brain.

I'm not a whore, I say to myself.

Despite the disapproval I have against the idea, I actually consider getting in touch. I am shocked at myself that I even toy with the thought. Just to think about whether I could do that goes against everything that has been sacred to me up to now. But can I allow myself to be picky?

What if it's the only way to get enough money?

Did I actually ask myself this question out loud? I notice with concern that I am dealing more and more with this topic and playing with the idea more and more. My thoughts now increasingly revolve around the question of whether I could do a job like this. I am increasingly convinced that only in this trade are the earning opportunities large enough that I could still manage to pay off my debts. But at the same time I am aware that it would be an incredible step for me. It would take an incredible amount of effort and I shouldn't tell my family a word about it.

For about the full hour I sit brooding in front of the screen. I'm torn. So far I have always despised women who sell their bodies. But if I’m honest, this is the attitude that my parents and society have drummed into me. Over and over again there were corresponding remarks. I would never have dared to