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The Cameraman

By: spoilmwhole



My new tenant is such a joy to have around. Take right now, for instance. This is my day off and as I write this story he is under my desk curled up keeping my feet warm like a good housecat. Later, he'll help me get ready for my date. Then, if and when I make it back, he'll be waiting to take care of all my illicit desires. 

It started a week after my new housemate had moved in. I had bought this condo when my business had started to take off. Josh was the first one to see the place. Although almost ten years my junior, he was sweet, handsome, well-built, and said he needed a quiet place to work on his studies while he finished his degree. I explained that while we were housemates it was my house and my rules. Rule number one: we will not be lovers.

It was probably on day three that I first had the impulse to make Josh sweat. He was sitting at the kitchen table, as I walked in in my black silky panties and nothing else, except for a clamp hanging from my right nipple. I started to make myself breakfast, being sure to give Josh a good view of my tight butt and long athletic legs as I stretched on my tippy toes to reach the top cabinet. I poured the milk into my cereal and leaned back against the counter. 

It took me a while in my life to recognize that I could control men, instead of the other way around. I'm not saying I don't want a healthy, symbiotic relationship, but every woman should have an extra man around letting her know how special she is. Thanks to my depraved sex drive, my genetics, and the gym, over time I've developed an uncontrollable urge to have hot men begging to kiss -- and lick, my ass. 

I was ready to use my green eyes and flat tummy to control this inexperienced youth. Just how far and fast I could take him I had no idea. Although I had enjoyed playing the top, the Dom, in my sex life, I had never really considered having a live-in servant before. That is, until I met Josh. 

"What do you think?" I said shaking my long silky black hair and the tassel draped from my perky B-Cup. "I'm trying it out to see if I want to get my nipple pierced." 

"Umm. Does it hurt, Lily?" he stammered.

Pulling my tit up by the tassel, I answer very matter of fact, "Of course, it's a clamp on my nipple." Then, while gauging his hormone level, I drop the prop and reach down with the flat of my hand nonchalantly palm my mound. "But it also gets me wet." 

"Josh," I add while casually chomping on my cereal, "I don't know what your plans are tonight, but I have a date." Josh, stares straight ahead at the outline of my pussy and the small wet spot pushing against the black silk. "What that means for you is that you need to be scarce from 10pm on." Josh stands up and into my personal space. Fairly amused, I can't help but let a little milk leak from the corner of my mouth down my chin. The waist band of my panties rests on both sides of my hip bone and it is obvious Josh wants to look down the narrow space to view my glorious cunt. 

"O.K. mmm... I'll either be out or working in my room." Josh stammers.

"It's probably for the best," I say, first putting my left hand on his chest while hooking my right thumb into my waist band, "you never know, get a few drinks in me and I just might end up on the kitchen table on all fours, surrounded by your school's rugby team." 

Later that night, after a nice dinner, I bring Michael home. He's a little older than me in his mid-thirties. We've had an open relationship for about a decade. He's married now, but there is something about his smile and the way he uses his cock that makes it hard for me to end it entirely. It isn't long before my short skirt is around my waist while Michael is kneeling below me on the couch. I'm pinching my own nipple with one hand and holding the back of Michael's head into my crotch with my other.

Soon I pull out an old friend of ours: a shiny anal plug with an emerald jewel on the end as a stopper -- because it matches my eyes. He knows that having something in my ass during straight sex quickly pushes me over the edge. I'm pulling my knees together and back so he can insert my talisman. The spike feels cold at first, but it's giving me the nasty little pressure I so enjoy. He's sucking on clit just right, like the good lover that he is when I hear a noise coming from the kitchen. 

With both hands I push Michael's wet face from my pussy and remind him of the last kinky thing he wanted to rekindle. I leave Michael on his knees and head for the kitchen for two beers and my tenant. All I have on is my heels and the skirt around my waist as I bust through the kitchen door in a hurry to get back to sex, "Josh, be a good roommate. I need someone to hold a camera while I fuck my friend's brains out."

I guess Josh is considering it when I open the door to the refrigerator. I put my head in the refrig and arch my back. The light from it peals around to the back of my athletic legs all the way to my shiny, lucky charm holding my ass open. "Do you have a camera?" my young gentleman complies.

"I have a Sony recorder in the closet; it is always ready to go." I grin, knowingly.

Michael and I proceed to sport fuck like we haven't in years. Showing off a little, his cock gives it to me in every position possible on the couch while Josh records all the passion. Michael has a knack for fucking me through three orgasms before releasing inside me. He doesn't believe in climaxing together. He always wants one of us to be on the up escalator. It works beautifully. As soon as he coats my inner pink walls, I'm sucking him hard again. He perches me on his post and carries me off to my bed with Josh scurrying behind. In my big brass bed, I'm on all fours and Michael has me moaning as he smacks my ass. My housemate lovingly has the recorder in tight on my face and I can see him pulling at the bulge in his pants. I smile a malicious smile at him and pound back on Michael for my Josh's benefit. 

I can't help but work on Josh, "My pussy is so fucking wet, Josh. I feel like I could fuck the bedpost I'm so wet. Do you want me to push back harder on his big fucking tool? You're the director, Josh. Should he spank my ass? Are you getting this? The whole picture? Can you feel it Josh, his shaft now working side to side in my hole?" I'm teasing, but also being honest. Treating him somewhere between my cuckold bitch and my confidant girlfriend is making me feel complete. Arching my back further, I lower my head to the mattress and grip the sheets, "Think of me right now, tonight, when you touch your cock, me pushing up my little pear-shaped ass, high in the air." 

When Michael is ready to cum again he pulls out and I swing around underneath him. I know he wants to leave his mark on me, for the boy mostly. Holding the camera close enough to me where I can reach out, I hold Josh's hand as a way of sharing the moment. I look up into Michael's eyes and open my mouth. He paints my tongue and forehead with his warm milk. I can't help but thank Michael by sucking and squeezing his dick dry. With Michael still kneeling over me, as soon as I finish the last drop, I dismiss my roommate. With my head at the foot of the bed and my butt spike still lodged, I pass out. Presumably, my lover soon leaves and heads back to his wife. 

The next day my young man-toy and I are back to 'normal.' Several days more pass where very little is said around our busy schedules. Then one morning I notice that the video we made has been hooked up and watched on the living room wide screen TV. From the way the living room has been left, it's also obvious that he's had a few friends over drinking the night before. He's such a boy! Of course, I'm pleased. I decide to leave my tenant a note and some items. "Josh, you little showoff! I don't remember giving you permission. Start the video at 10pm tonight, alone! My black panties, I think those are your favorite, are for you to sniff, the lube is for your cock, and you know where the nipple clamp and emerald butt plug go. I don't think you want to disappoint me."

That evening I put stage two of my so-called plan into action. I call Michael again! I don't want to break up his marriage or anything, but having a young stud around home who needs my guidance is making me horny as fuck. I wear heels, stockings and a garter, a short gray skirt, the white see-through blouse, with a push-up bra and no panties. This night does not involve dinner. 

I meet Michael at a commuter parking lot near his house. We exchange no pleasantries. As he pulls in and turns off his lights, I put my palms of the hood of my BMW and bend at the waist for him. He comes up behind me and lifts my skirt. He teases, "Umm, I thought you'd have your favorite plug in, ready to go."

Not amused, "Do I not look ready? I lent it to a friend, a little male bonding. Your cock just might have to work a little harder." I'm already damp when his thick long shaft announces its presence at my pussy lips. He's in me hard and fast, not letting go of the rhythm. I think between jealousy and the near threesome, he is as hot as me from the other night.

For round two we move to the backseat of the car. I'm sitting on his lap and we're grinding slow. "Did you like meeting my roommate the other night?" carrying on a casual conversation.

"I don't know. He didn't have much to say. Does he have a brain?" Michael considers while continuing to slide in my channel just right, "Have you fucked him, yet? Or, whatever it is you do with young men?"

"No. Not yet. Are you jealous, lover? Do you want me to wait? Maybe we can tie him down and fuck him together?" I say gently biting his lip as he begins to look annoyed. I don't like his hypocrisy much, on the jealousy front, or the homophobia front, and I let him know, "Or, we could invite your wife, Jen, over, and I can share with her the strapon you bought me for that sex party in Vegas?"

"Yeah, that might be a little much," Michael relents.

After the small talk, Michael fucks me harder. He's getting close to finishing when I ask him to push his dick into my ass. It fucking hurts without any real lube and I suspect he knows why I want him to leave his stickiness in my ass. He makes me pay for it by pulling me down deep. With my hands bracing against the ceiling of the car I work the post in thinking, Josh better appreciate this.

I couldn't wait to get home and see how far I could push my special brand of kink on my new man-toy. Hiding my anticipation -- and the soreness in my ass, I fling my lacy black bra over my shoulder as I stroll casually through the front door. My young man, with his pants around his ankles, is just as I had proposed. Sitting on the living room couch watching me fuck another man on the flat screen, stroking his member in one hand and sniffing my panties with the other. Standing tall with my heels on, I slowly step in front on the TV. I'm immediately taken aback by how swollen and luscious his cock looks framed against how awkward and innocent he looks.

Looking straight through him I turn the sound off and say to him, "Did your friends enjoy watching your landlady spread her pussy on my high-def TV? How many college boys did you have over, anyway?" He doesn't say anything, just squeezes the bottom half of his cock with his stroking hand. "Maybe, I could take a video of you sitting there holding your cock and invite my girlfriends over... I know, that wouldn't work too well, would it?"

Josh offers quietly, "I had four guys over. I guess wanted, I wanted to prove to them and maybe myself how hot and incredible you looked, look."

Reacting amused I add, "Five men watching my sex-tape, a real circle jerk," With my bra still draped over shoulder. I spread my feet a little and then my arms behind me along the flat screen, blocking his view of me twisting on Michael's shaft. "I guess then you don't object to your landlady being a slut, as long as you get to sniff my used panties and be a bigger one." 

Josh continues to stroke his dick, "I'm sorry I showed it."

"I'm not. I can't abide fucking hypocrites, Josh. Obviously, I like it that I turned on your friends. But I also like the fact that me fucking other men gets you hard." I tease sternly while slowly tracing my hand up my thigh, lifting my skirt in the process and then squeezing my freshly fucked cunt. He doesn't say anything. I add, "Take off your shirt."

Josh let's go of his oily cock and pulls his t-shirt over his head. The boy's cock stands proudly from his lap, thick and at least eight inches. I want to lick my lips. He has on the nipple clamp on per my instruction. Now I'm wondering if the anal plug is in its place. With my hand still under my skirt I instruct, "Spread your legs. Now, lift your balls, slowly." Watching him palm his balls with his swollen cock draped over his thigh and the jewel nestled between his cheeks, I swallow, overwhelmed by how submissive and tasty he looks. "I'm guessing you're not going to tell your college buddies about the cork up your ass." 

Still across the room I slowly drop down my skirt and then unbutton my blouse. With my strappy heels on I'm 5'10," with my garter and nylons still framing my swollen pussy I feel even taller. He makes a motion to get off the couch and come across the room to me. I put my hand up stopping him. "Just sit there and watch me. Bring my dirty panties up to your face, smell, and then tell me how much you need me." 

Josh complies while stroking his oily cock, "I want you. I've never met a woman like you. And I want to please you."

"Not bad. Not a bad first step but not nearly good enough." I answer lifting one heel to scratch my sculpted calf.

"I just want to touch you, have sex with you like the guy behind you on the screen, from the other night," the man-child meekly offers. 

"You're not hearing me, number one house rule: We will not be lovers." I say stepping to one side and pointing to the screen with me getting fucked from behind, "I want something more than a lover, that shit is easy, Josh. I want what you gave me the other night." Josh continues to masturbate and hang onto my words, my body and my power. "You weren't just watching Michael's generous cock take my pussy. You were with me, worshipping my tight ass, feeling every bit of it with me." I honestly seduce as I slide two fingers in and out of my sticky channel, "That's what I want, constant devotion, like a new puppy might. I felt it the other night and I'm feeling it now. Am I wrong?"

"No, you're not wrong. I want to do that, to please you." Josh answers focused on me and my towering presence. I'm as excited as he is as I play this game on him. It almost doesn't seem fair. He has no idea I've been planning and refining this attack all week, and longer. 

"Good. I'm glad. Then sit back and stroke your cock harder for me. You should know rule number two: my pleasure comes first, second, and third." I step into the middle of the room, "Rule number three: that handsome cock you're stroking, no longer belongs to you, it belongs to me." Gradually, I pinch both my nipples for effect and end my oath ceremony, "I know it's a lot to remember. I don't expect perfection, only obedience."

I turn around and arch my back and slowly straighten the back seam on each of my stockings. Straightening up I twist around and trace my crack with my middle finger from the asshole on up. "Are you ready to show me your devotion, Josh. Put the lady of the house first, and do exactly what I say?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ready." Josh answers with a tremble in his voice. He must realize any of his college buddies would kill to trade places with him right now.

I remain with my back to Josh, watching the sex tape while I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers. "Then come over here on your knees and suck my sticky fingers like a good little dog." Josh doesn't hesitate as he closes the distance between us on his knees, his jeans trapped around his ankles. I feed him all Michael's milk and then I re-dip my hand in my pussy and have him clean it again. "Do you want to lick it for me, make me cum, for your Ms. Lilly? I like that. You will call me Ms. Lilly. And I'll call you whatever the fuck I want. Does that sound fair?" I'm so fucking hot, and from the size of his erection and from the way he is sucking my digits he must be too, "Tell me hot college boy, tell me the most thoughtful thing your friends said watching my video." 

"Umm. They said, let me think, Miss Lily. It was mostly stuff about having your sexy body at a party, be the party, stuffing you with cock and leaving you covered in cum," my puppy says stroking his cock while I stand above him.

I ponder the possibilities, "Not terribly original, but I haven't been 'stuffed' in a while, thank them for the sweet sentiment, and tell them we'll keep them posted." 

"I love kissing and sucking your fingers," he gravels.

"You know my Little Slut, I rather you not talk unless you are thanking me or have a question, a real question. Like, can I cum now?" I direct while lovingly stroking the curls on his head. Josh seems to love it when I call him my slut, licking my fingers more fervently.

"Can I, can I cum now?" my Little Slut asks.

"Wow, you are a horny Little Slut. Stop stroking it, now," I reply. Josh stops touching his meat while continuing to worship my hand. God, this was easy. A week of me strutting around in my panties, one sex tape, and I own this young man. I'm about to fall off my feet, I'm so drunk and wet with power. I want to drop down onto his manhood but I don't dare give up any control. 

"You know, my Slut, I'm tired of looking at My cock. Put on those soiled panties of mine that you've been inhaling all night," I direct. Josh hesitates for only a second. "Here, on your back, on the rug, and I'll help you on with your panties."

On his back now, my Bitch lifts his legs, "That emerald plug in your ass is making My cock so nice and swollen." I reach down and tug on the metal spike while pulling out a litany of humiliating things men have always said to me to make me hot when venturing in my asshole. "You like it up there, don't you? At first, it hurt but now you love it. Let me wake up your asshole, my Little Slut. Yeah, see your anal ring doesn't want to let it go. After this you'll need something much bigger to feel this good, like a thick cock in your ass."

With that last comment I feel Josh's breathing quicken as I'm sliding up the panties. My slave looks so appetizing in tight black panties on the white fake fur rug, his perfectly developed curves twisting and flexing. Feeling like the queen of Persia, I push down his shoulders before I sit on his chest. I'm facing his head, but I look back and at his cock encased in silk. The head is sticking out, leaking pre-cum and I can't help but reach back and give it a rub as I let my Slut know my next move, "I'm going to sit on your face now and you're going to please your Ms. Lilly," I say while now squeezing his balls. 

Still in my garters, I'm moving up and lowering myself over his face. My matted black pubs are covering his nose and he's licking my pussy deep. Every crevice, just like a good slave should. "Slow down, we have all night," I correct. I light up a joint and take a few puffs while I slowly gyrate on his tongue. After a long tongue bath my orgasm sneaks up on me and I'm still shaking when I realize my bitch needs to breathe. "Good boy, good Little Slut. I hope your tongue liked my cunt because it's going to live up there." 

I turn around and with my hand stroke the side of his wet face, "Are you ready to perform one of your most important duties?" It isn't long before he is licking all over my ass, and then finds my center. I'm so proud of my Little Slut. He's not just swiping at my bud, but spiraling his tongue up my softest passage. 

Lovingly now, as if tasting something delicious I commend him, "Oh. That's it. Clean my date's cum from my lovely asshole." 


The Cameraman Ch. 02



"What's this?" I say pulling my long silky black hair up and in a loose bun. 

"I hope you like shrimp scampi, Ms. Lily," Josh offers. He turns from the stove wearing only an apron and drops to his knees and crawls behind me. It's six-thirty p.m. and my houseslut pushes his tongue the length of the crack of my perfectly-tight bottom all the way to small of my back. 

"Don't leave your spittle all over these jeans," a gentle reprimand before I turn to him and let him leave small kisses on my mound. Just two inches of jeans holds my little boy-slut worshipping my flat belly and the wisp of my groomed chamber. Like a good puppy, he waits for approval. "I have to say, on a scale of one to ten: this greeting gets a five," I add while eyeing the stove, "Hopefully, dinner will be more satisfying." 

It has been three weeks since my young man, Josh, moved in; but it had been just under two weeks since I pulled on my strap-on and made him my sex slave. Since that first illicit night we have come to an understanding. 

Although I have never had a live-in servant before, I understand that it is important not to get emotionally close, but yet to keep him hard and hungry. This set up a conundrum for me. As much I love my dirty slut licking me every morning till night, I still needed some cock now more than ever. I have this open relationship with Michael, but our once every few months was turning into once every few days. Although, of course, my little houseslut couldn't have a problem with me fucking Michael, I was more than sure Michael's wife, Jen, would mind tremendously if she ever found out. 

The day after my Josh rode my strap-on, my slut and I muddled through the next few days coming to terms the Dom/slave relationship. I was excited to come home from work and unwind with a glass of wine on the couch while Josh would entertain me on the floor with a little baby oil laying a large towel. My own little stripper gyrating and pleasuring himself while I would tease and encourage, "Mmm... that's it. Rub that oil deep in your cock. Faster, now slower. Squeeze your cock harder for me, baby. Mmm, that's MY slut, showing off his big swollen cock." His newly shaved crotch straining into the ether, dying to be touched by me made my heart race.

He makes the cutest facial and body expressions as he tries to hang on. Many men might shy away from this demand, but my little slut is eager to please and show off all the things his young hard body is capable of. The third night I let him cum, the other nights I did not. 

With my hand in my panties, my pussy drips down my ass from watching the fine exhibition, I pull my panties to one side and motion for him to come up and suck my pussy lips and clit deep into his mouth. In my excited state it doesn't take long to be grinding against his face in pleasure. I need only a minute to recover before I have him devour me again. Then I am off to bed, locking the door behind me. 

One night, after cumming three times, I was so fucking hot I had to go off and find Michael's magnificent cock. First, of course, I tied my little slut's hands behind his back and set him on his knees right by the front door, so he could count the minutes while I was gone. With just my leather boots on, I threw on a long sweater that barely covered my pussy. With doleful eyes, unable to touch his straining erection, he looked up at me. Elated, I bent down and kissed his cheek, "Is there anything I can pick up for you while I'm out -- besides Michael's seed in my pussy?" 

By Thursday night I devised a new plan to torment my young stud's cock. He didn't perform for me that night. Instead, after dinner I leaned him over the couch and reddened his ass with my long bamboo cane. Tears of joy weld in his eyes as he thanked me again and again. "You're taking my love so well, baby," I tease while keeping up a constant barrage. 

Next, I lay Josh across my lap on the couch, massaging the deep welts on his ass with one hand while I pull on his cock and balls with the other. He squirmed deliciously, reliving the pain while experiencing the pleasure. Then I remembered how weeks ago Josh had invited his buddies over to watch a sex tape of mine, "I think your buddies would be jealous of how you tamed your 32 year-old landlady's pussy, don't you?" I then made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

Josh, my little slut, would now sleep in my bedroom. He could pull his mattress onto the floor by my big brass comfy bed. Every morning he is my alarm clock. Waking up first, Josh leans in from next to my bed and starts kissing my legs. He can lean on the bed but never climb in; one foot needs to remain on the floor. I lift my legs open and he slowly and gently licks my pussy. 

My little slut really puts his heart and soul into taking care of every nook and cranny of my morning flavor before he moves on to slurp my clit in earnest. As soon as my middle shudders with pleasure, I begin my day. My houseslut makes my bed and then breakfast. While I sit at the breakfast table drinking my coffee and reading my paper, I like to put my feet up on Josh's naked ass. By the time I get to the opinion page I have my foot pushing, wedging in against his perineum. It's fun to see him try and maintain his balance while his cock grows in desperation.

From there his day is his own. He can go to school and work on his studies. I have come to love living so close to campus. My only stipulation is that he needs to leave in the morning when I do. I don't want him hanging around the house being tempted to masturbate. So I've taken back my key but also his rent payment. I make it clear that he is now not only my slut but also my employee. 

One morning I slipped a note into his book-bag along with a pair of my panties and the stainless emerald butt-plug, "Dear Lily's Little Anal Whore, Wear both of these into your first class. Text me an hour into class and tell me how sexy you feel." Right on time I received a text at ten-thirty from Josh, 'Thank you Ms. Lily, My man-pussy is squirming all over the steel spike being pushed by the hard chair.' I was already on my way to his campus when I texted him back, 'You have ten minutes to make it to visitor parking, plug out, your pussy open, lubed, and clean.'

My pussy feels so fucking hot as I pull into the far end of the parking lot my Josh nervously bent into position holding onto parking sign. I didn't say anything at first as I got out of the car wearing my sexy strap-on underneath my loosest pair of jeans. I came up behind him, taking off his coat, and reaching around roughly pulling open his khakis while ignoring his bulge in the lavender panties, "Josh, is your hole hot for me, begging for my cock, like it was that first night?" I take the back of the panties in my hand and tear them in half. Pulling my red upturned dildo out of my fly, I'm shoving into the entrance to his passage. His untouched cock pulses as he begs for my forgiveness. I laugh, "Cumming already? You know that just doubled how long and hard we need to ride your ass." 

On the car ride back to work my pants are open I'm stroking my clit beneath my leather harness. I look over into the passenger seat at the dirty dildo, reflect, and smile on how much of it my anal whore was able to take under those conditions. Stopped at a red light I close my eyes, seeing the field hockey players running by at the top of the parking lot as I pull back on my boy's shoulders and pound his quivering body from behind. The light turns green, I step on the gas and taste my fingers, imagining Josh walking gingerly back to class still feeling my searing cock -- torn, gooey panties dangling between his legs. 

We usually arrive back to the house together around six. I relax while he puts on only an apron and makes dinner. After we eat together (so far he is an excellent cook) if I'm not going out, I meet him in the living room. For an hour or two I read or watch TV. I like stories where the Femme Fatale gets exactly what she deserves. My little whore has no hard duties during this time except to remain my little eye-candy, bare-ass on the floor. The only requirement is that he grips an anal plug, small, medium, large, or XL if I'm feeling particularly generous. So far, Josh usually ends up lying on his side curled around my feet.

Before bed I have him draw a bath, it helps me to sleep. From outside the tub Josh is allowed to stroke his cock without result as he gives me a sponge bath. After he towels me off, I lean over the side of my bed and from his knees my whore goes to work. With his tongue he makes the sweetest love to my asshole. Licking me long, circling my anal ring and then pushing his soft thick tongue oh so deep until I can't help but reach down and stroke my clit. Climaxing with a slave's soft intruding tongue up my tiny aperture is a pleasure, I'm certain, of which I will never tire. 

As a bonus, that first night with both my hands I spread my ass for him and let him quickly jerk off, first. His pent up boy juice hit the crack of my ass like a cannon. It took him all of about 15 seconds. As if licking an ice cream cone in July, I reveled at how carefully my Josh licked up his runny cream. 

That's it. All he has to do cook and clean and constantly serve me orally, sexually, unquestionably, and he can live at the foot of my bed. So far, I've let him cum twice the first week and once the second week. By the Saturday of the second week I was ready to push his limits. 

After morning service and breakfast I took him shopping. The first place we go to is the piercing parlor. I could tell that he was deeply panicked and embarrassed as I told the clerk that my "sex slave" wanted to get both his nipples pierced. I turned to Josh and cupped his cheek, "As you know, I was thinking of getting my nipples pierced, but this is much better. You take this painful part for me and then we can both enjoy them." I squeezed his hand tight during the procedure. He thanked me for going through it with him. Then it is on to Victoria Secret before home. 

"My nipples hurt beyond belief, Ms. Lily," my Josh whines in the car ride home while holding his shirt from his skin.

"Josh, you're sounding rather ungrateful! Is that really something a good slave would say?" I reprimand, frustrated.

"Thank you, Ms. Lily. You're right. The more sensitive my nipples, my body, the more sensitive I am to you needs," Josh says palming his own breast as if to get use to the pain. Just watching him is making me wet.

When we get home I take him straight into the living room. I decide that I had stared at his thick hairless cock long enough. I know I have all night if necessary and I am going to take my time. This would be the first time Josh's cock will enter my pussy so I want to be sure of a couple of things. First, that he would have to endure. For my slut, there would be equal portions of pleasure and pain. And second, that it would be the fuck of his life. After this, he would never have the strength of will to leave me -- even if I decide to never give him my pussy again.

From my living room, on either side of my sliding glass doors, I have a two big cast iron hooks from which two large plants hang. This day, however, my Josh will be hanging in between. First, I have him bend over and spread his hairless ass for me. I grease up my six inch utility vibrator. Josh takes the vibrator like a pro. "Thank you, Ms. Lily," repeats my anal slut as I twist it in. Picking out a cute pair of lacy red panties I had bought for him, I pull them up over his bottom and his growing cock.

I'm taking care to tie each wrist high with a long silk scarf to the top of each iron arm. My pussy is so excited as I tighten the bonds and make my boy slut more and more helpless. I put on his neck the thick leather collar, a ball-gag, and a dark blindfold over his eyes. Then I pull open the long drapes to the condo courtyard. With the late afternoon sun hitting my terrace, I'm chuckling at my Josh's predicament, on display, his ass in the frilly French-cut panties to anyone and everyone whom might happen by. Between his painfully sensitive nipples and his stuffed, vibrating ass, my slut's vital swollen cock is standing straight out, pushing out the front of his panties.

I am so fucking hot and bothered I decide to go to the bedroom and lay down for a little bit. When I am sufficiently calm I make a couple of necessary phone calls. Then I pick up a non-sexual magazine, Garden and Guns, and try to calm myself, before getting back into it.

Twenty minutes and two magazines later, I'm just starting to formulate how to use my whore for my optimal value. I'm picking out the perfect black nylons with pretty darker lace that hold them up to top of my thighs. Picking out my favorite pair of black, dressy, strappy heels and fuck! The doorbell rings! With nothing else on I throw on a white dress shirt of my houseslut's and head for the door. When I open it there is Michael and his wife, Jen! 

Although at five foot-two, Jen is much shorter than either Michael or myself, at the moment every inch of her seems powerful. Michael has his head down in fear and shame.

"Hey Jen, hey Michael, this is a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you two since the Thompsons New Year's Eve Party." I stammer wondering what the hell this is all about. Suddenly, I'm feeling wonderfully slutty as I realize the shirt tails do not really cover the tops of my sexy nylons.

"Really, Lily? Is that so? Because Michael says, the reason I'm here is, Michael says he was over here a couple of weeks ago, filming you having sex with some young man you are seeing?" Jen accuses.

"Ummm. Is that what he said?" I answer, trying to play it smart while kinky thoughts race through my head. Such as, the numerous times Michael has told me the drawbacks of sex with Jen. For one, her inability to take his whole prodigious cock in her pussy, and forget anal. 

Michael chimes in trying to cover, "Yeah. Jen thinks we're having an affair. So I told her about you and your boyfriend, and the thing you asked me to do for you." 

Obviously, Michael wants me to cover his ass and keep the truth from coming out. That it was, in fact, he and I having sex while Josh was the one holding the camera. I decide to fight back with a little quasi truth of my own and knock them both off balance.

"Actually, Jen, I really wouldn't say I'm seeing a young man. I would say, I've taken on a live-in employee or sex slave, and yes, Michael did film us having sex [lie], but the young man wasn't fucking me, I was fucking him with my strap-on." I answer her trying to sound earnest, as I feel a breeze come through the front door and tighten my nipples beneath the white shirt.

"So you asked my husband to film you fucking some guy in the ass?" Jen asks confused, turning to Michael, "And you did this?"

"Yeah. Ummm. I didn't want to tell you about all of it. And, but, if Lily wants to tell you about it that's up to her." Michael lying through his teeth now, as only a man can.

At first, Jen stands silent contemplating her options, "Well, this is all a little strange, the whole thing. But, Lily do you think I could come in verify that he made this video?" With still a lilt in her voice that she knows her husband is still lying about something.

"You want to come in and watch my sex tape? Watch me, dressed in leather, sodomize some college boy? Can you handle that?"

"You don't think I've ever seen a dildo before? Or your naked backside, Lily? You've been sure to flaunt that little butt of yours at every neighborhood pool party since you moved here." Jen answers indignantly.

"Well Jen, this is my Saturday. And you may have noticed, all I plan to have on is my heels and my 'fuck-me' nylons. And I should caution you, my housemate, my college boy, is in the living room, waiting obediently to please that little butt of mine and my fake cock." I reply as I play with the hem of the shirt exposing a little of my cunt. 

"After you," Jen.

With my guests following, I drop the shirt behind my high heels. I'm walking down the hall as if on a tight-rope to use my ass to full affect. The day's sun sits low in the open space behind my building as we enter the spectacle that is my living room. My v-shaped stud, his lats and abs hold his ribs, hangs in the space of the natural light, casting a pall upon the room and the married couple.

I'm saying nothing at first, but walking over to the mantle above the fire place and lighting two candles, at one end a blue vase, the other end a red vase that sends a pink glow on my nipples. The silence is only broken by the muffled humming noise coming from my whore's ass.

"I would like to accommodate you now, Jen. But I'm afraid if I don't let my employee down soon he may sue me for unfair working conditions." I say with my back turned to the couple as I'm going over to my creation. I notice his drool down the ball gag and on his chin. The first thing I reach is his cock and I'm squeezing it very very hard through the panties. I'm running my hands up his torso, and holding up his exhausted arms for him. My good little slut, still blindfolded, is lifting his head curious and embarrassed, no doubt, at the sound of others in the room. 

Through the panties a wet stripe runs, following the length of his thick leaking cock. "My beautiful cock, an hour later, still pointing 70 degrees," I say. In reaction to my hand the shiny head jerks over the waist band. I'm smiling at the nervous couple. "Can Michael's cock still do that?"

"It works o.k., Lily, although I have a hunch you already know," Jen answers softer than before. With the blue glow behind her long blond curls and round face, perfectly matching her full breasts and soft curves, it is all I can do by not crossing the floor and putting her over my knee. Instead, I slide my hand into the back my boy's lacy panties and try to work the vibrator loose. Like a tack or a nail, it doesn't want to come, and I must work it side to side first and then give it a long slow pull.

"My dirty little whore doesn't want to give the vibrator up from his greedy pussy. Fuck, do I need a pliers, or, the cane?" I tell my boy-slut as he panics and tries to arch his back to accommodate me. With most of it out I turn the vibrator off, and then push it back in until he can grip it again. The panties have slid off his cock entirely now and just wraps his balls and cup his ass. His ass looks so delicious. The welts from the week before are almost completely gone. I can't help but strike his ass with my open hand. His arms twist in his bonds while he tries to be a worthy and sticking his ass out for me. 

Slap seven, then eight, I'm forgetting about everything else, then Jen interrupts, "Can we see the video, now?" She moves over to the TV console and eyes my recording equipment. 

I give my boyslut three more and then stop. "I'll tell you what, Jen," with my best Cheshire cat grin while I run my hands over my Josh and tug on his sensitive nipples by the rings, "We can put the video on, but I need Michael to capture the cinematic moment over here before I let this tired young man down. Nobody quite holds a camera like Michael."

Jen, is obviously conflicted, and doesn't say a word as she holds the video for a few seconds and then puts it in the player. Michael hesitates, then takes the camera and moves closer. Michael, I can tell is already storing an erection through his pants and needs no further encouragement. He starts filming me while Jen sits down on an ottoman close to the TV and begins to watch. 

I slowly straighten my nylons giving the cameraman the view of my long, lean legs and pussy. A pleasure he's had many times in his past four years of infidelity. With Jen's back turned, I tease Michael sliding my index finger into my pussy and then bring it up to his lips. He looks quickly to see if Jen is watching and then licks it clean. 




The Cameraman Ch. 02



I'm so pleased I have both my men together within spitting distance. My Josh is groaning as I slowly fuck him with the vibrator and play with his nipples. I whisper in my Josh's ear , "You know what's here?" pushing the vibrator deep, "Michael's big cock." Michael is taking his job serious, filming me giving my Josh the thrill of the unknown. As he films he seems oblivious to the fact that, of course, Jen is watching a bogus tape and thus, it might be trouble for his marriage. In the video, I'm moving into position behind Josh. Jen is watching intently, only stealing glances in our direction. It may not take her too much longer to figure out that the angle of the camera is not changing and Michael is not working the film.

All I want right now is to use my whore to seduce Michael to drive a wedge between him and Goldeelocks. Or, drive a different wedge into all three of them before the night is over. I stand in front of my slave and run the crack of my ass up and down his anxious, rock-hard cock. Michael, only a few feet away, has his hand is in pants stroking his long erection. For Michael, I'm putting my hands on my knees and arching my back, teasing now the head of Josh's cock with my pussy lips.

I twist around and look at Jen. With one hand pinching her nipples and the other gently rubbing her cunt through her jeans, she is mesmerized by what she sees on the screen. In the scene, my Josh is on his knees moving his ass all around on my strap-on as if he truly believes he has a pussy. 

Michael is over me, filming Josh's cock unsuccessfully fuck my pussy. I move further away and tease my hanging toy further still, "Fuck my pussy, Josh. Isn't your cock long enough?" Josh, spread-eagle, dildo buried, his cock pointing the way, is arching towards my backside as much as humanly possible. I look at Michael and wonder if I would have the willpower to tease his magnificent cock this way.

I tease, "Michael, can you help my slave reach my pussy?" Surprisingly, he grabs Josh by the balls and pulls him towards me until Josh's cock touches my cunt. My toy is whimpering. I'm so fucking hot, I want to push back on my whore's erection and reach over and pull Michael's cock into my mouth. Michael looks at the back of his wife and lets go of Josh's balls. Josh falls back off his feet and hangs trying to catch his breath through the ball-gag. 

Mildly pissed off, I can see I'm not going to get Michael's cock by the direct approach. I stand up and head towards Jen. Michael follows me with the camera. When I turn to her, she has both hands down the front of open jeans. I'm standing above her, my mound inches from her face. I have no idea whether Jen has ever been with a woman before, but I'm gratified that my video is having an effect on her. With my middle finger I stroke both sides of my clit, turning her attention from the two-dimensional to the surreal. I lift her to her feet. 

We're kissing long and deep, with my heels I'm a whole head taller, as I lean my slender naked frame into hers and hold on. She milks my tongue with her mouth as I caress the side of her pretty face. Michael is about four feet away filming his wife and his mistress make out. As I dip one finger into her slick, very tight cunt, she grabs my wrist and tries to keep me out. But I'm giving her more of my tongue and stroking her g-spot. She's getting weak in the knees and I bring my hands up to her neck to support her. 

I take her by the hand and bring over to where Josh and his tired, confused body still hang. The only light is from the TV and candles now, but as she moves into the darkness she can she more clearly. I'm pushing Jen to her knees, right in front of my Josh's straining erection. Gripping it by the base, I hold the red swollen flesh to her face, "Jen, you know you made your decision as soon as you came through the front door. Now you just need to figure out how much of this you're going to take for me."

Michael is overwhelmed, filming his wife sucking a hard cock in her mouth other than his. I flick my Josh's nipples with my fingers causing him pain on my end. I lick his ear and whisper sweet nothings, "Tell me you love me. And you know your vulnerable body is just an extension of my will."

"I love you Ms. Lily. Anything. I would, my body would do anything for you," Josh twists in his bonds, "Can I cum for you Ms. Lily?" 

Despite not being able to deep throat it, Jen is sucking furiously, giving my Josh's cock the most attention it's received in weeks. I can't help but chuckle and snap a metal ring around his cock and balls, "No." My poor little Josh breathing turns quick and shallow. Jen leans in and is all business slurping away. Apparently, she thinks she is a better cock sucker than I am at training young men to obey me. 

She is beautiful though, burying her forehead in my Josh's abs, her jeans and panties are off her hips exposing her round ass and pink pussy from behind. Michael's pants are also on his thighs as he's filming his lovely wife from only inches away. I almost wouldn't mind if Josh blows his load. 

I continue my special brand of cock torture and whisper in his ear, "Does her mouth feel good, baby? You better be choking back your cum back, or else." I pull back on his collar and scratch my fingernails down his back. I reach down and slide my hand around his throbbing cock and then push Jen back on her heels. I'm feeling like a magician or a puppet-master, showing Josh off for the couple. What can I have him do next?

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lily," Josh whimpers, "I almost couldn't stop."

Overwrought and weeping, my Josh has a hard time calming down as I remove the blindfold and the ball-gag. Michael is untying his arms and helping me lower him to his knees next to Jen. She holds my boytoy in her arms trying to comfort and console him. 

Michael and I tower above them both. I feel extra eyes on us all coming from the patio and I can't help but hold Michael's cock in Josh's face. Adding insult to injury, "Come on. Don't fucking hesitate and pretend you're not ready this cock." Josh obediently takes a real thing, Michael's thing, in his mouth for the first time. The sheer size of it makes his efforts awkward at first, but soon my little whore is sucking hard on the bottom side of the shaft, giving Michael as much pleasure as possible. 

Feeling bruised, below us, Jen's mouth drops open. She came here tonight pissed at the prospect of me and Michael having an affair. Now, while Josh lather's her husband's shaft, I pull Michael's mouth to mine and kiss him deeply. Her options are dwindling fast as I grip Josh by the hair and guide his mouth over the huge head of Michael's cock. She starts kissing my Josh's shoulder and collared neck. If she thinks she can take something from me she is mistaken. I pop My cock from Josh's mouth and claiming everything, jump up, and wrap legs around Michael's waist. I kiss Michael deeper, more passionately. Michael's big hands support my ass as his cock rides my crack.

Without me even asking my whore knows what to do. He's tonguing the length of Michael's magnificent cock, from its balls to its head. Michael is overcome with desire and thrusts his cock into my pussy. I'm wanting to reach underneath us and make sure my Josh is properly sucking his balls, but I need to hang on to Michael's shoulders. I'm in love with this position as I have both my boys exactly where I've dreamed.

When I finally get my bearings, I look around for the cuckold wife. Jen has her head into the couch seat cushions, crying. A part of me wants to make her feel better, but not the part that is wrapped around her husband's long hard cock. He's amazing! Standing, fucking me. Slamming me down on his wood. I feel my whore's tongue in my asshole and I'm clenching and cumming, clenching and cumming. I dig my fingernails into Michael's broad shoulders as I look over at Jen and feel his cock pulse inside me. 

Michael puts me back on my feet and Josh is eager to lick my pussy clean. Michael wants to go to Jen but I hold his cock until my whore has had a chance to clean him as well. My eager employee is milking the reminents from Michael's spent cock while I whisper in his ear to trust me and that I have a plan. I lay Josh down on his back, turn on the slick vibrator still lodged in his ass. I then have Michael lay down on his back. I pull Josh's thighs over Michael's. Michael, apprehensive at first, lifts his balls while Josh moves closer until the free end of the humming vibrator finds Michael's asshole. With the scarves that tied up Josh, I now tie their wrists together. Michael's right wrist to Josh's left wrist and Josh's right wrist to Michael's left wrist. It is perfect. They are balls to balls, vibrating anus to vibrating anus, cock to delicious cock, just waiting for my next direction. 

I squeeze the two veiny columns together and stroke up and down, "Jen, come here, baby." I smile over at the diminutive tight cunt. She can't stay mad, wipes her tears, and slowly crawls over. Lube is everywhere. Rubbing balls together as they compete to impale each other. Jen and I use our four hands, stroking their cocks together. We lean together and I kiss her full lips over the beautiful site. I have her straddle Josh's chest as I mount Michael's.

With the men bound together and Jen and I on top, my pussy couldn't be any hotter. I throw my legs over Jen's. My long athletic legs, encased in black nylon, seem twice the length of hers. How sexy and in-charge I must look to anyone watching? Jen's pussy and mine meet in the middle. Our cunts, our lips, our clits, rubbing up and down, and pushing together the two swollen greasy cocks. I'm pulling her forehead to mine and looking her in the eyes as I squeeze Michael's cock between us, "You may think it belongs to you, but this cock will never get enough of my pussy." I'm feeding it into my cunt, swallowing it almost whole despite the squeeze to prove my point.

Jen's angry jealous side appears as I bang my cunt down, again and again -- a pleasure she only understands the half of. Then I push down on Josh's cock between us and press it against her asshole.

With apprehension she confesses, "I'm not very good at anal. It's always hurt."

I look in her eyes and say, "Then it is a good thing I'm here to teach you how to take it." I pull my soft feline closer and kiss her deeply as she feels my slave's cockhead pop into her ass. She hugs me back. I'm spreading her ass with my hands and Josh's thick, swollen cock is burrowing deeper. 

"It's too much," Jen.

"It's all in now, baby." I lie as I tickle her clit and push her deeper on Josh's, My cock. 

With Michael's cock banging it my pussy, I grind my mound against Jen's. The men are still pushing against the toy and us. With my hands I push Jen's stiff nipples together and pull them both in my mouth. She throws her head back. The four of us connected, finding a rhythm, I pull Jen tighter to me and look out the sliding doors.

"Woo! Yeah! That's it!" Voices from the patio rise, "Fuck that cock!"

At the beginning of the night, after I had tied my houseslut up, I had placed a call to Josh's fraternity. I made them aware that I would be making Josh my bitch all night and said they could watch the show from my patio. Of course, I had no idea at the time that it would be a foursome. 

Jen looks over at the half-dozen or so figures in the shadows and panics and squirms. I also feel my men slowly struggle below me. This is not over yet, and I wrap my legs around Jen's torso and slap my slave's chest with my feet, "Fuck her ass, my dirty whore. This is what you're here for." Josh quickly understands the pain I'm bringing to his nipples and returns to humping the vibrator. 

I look at Jen deeply and kiss her sweet as I can. A look of total pleasure and submission comes over her soft face. She seems to understand for the first time how crazy and exciting this is. I slide off Michael's cock and offer it to her pussy. With anxious eyes she agrees to try and take both cocks in her small frame for her fans, for Michael, but mostly for me. Jen's rocking against me as the cocks are trying to find the room inside her. I wrap my hands around her throat, pulling her down, and bite her chin, making her submission more real as she squirms. I can't help but wonder if what she really wants is my strap-on.

She's breathing heavy now and grinding down for her own pleasure. I bite her bottom lip and smile. Holding my cunt, I stand up and admire my masterpiece. I stand next to my slave's head so he can show his respect and kiss my heel. Then it's on to the kitchen and where I grab a six pack for my audience and head for the sliding glass doors. Jen is working her ass up and down, too involved in her first Dp to care what I am doing. 

Stepping onto the patio in just my nylons and heels, I'm confronted with five college boys hanging out on my lawn furniture. I smile, "I thought some of you might be getting thirsty about now." I hand the six-pack over, although their already drinking. Looking back to my living room, they have a perfect view of the threesome. The room backlit, two men, cock to cock with a beautiful blond bombshell, bouncing on top like a woman possessed. 

Jen is looking in our direction. She's looking at me and cupping her own breasts for affect. A young man who's holding a camera makes a pass at me, "It seems in there that the blond is having all the fun."

Handsome and self-assured, he's sitting and I move closer to dare him with my glistening mound. "Blonds may take more cock, but in my house raven hair Dommes give it." I say while fingering pussy.

"I'd like to give you my cock," the cocky jock replies.

"I'm sure you would," I step closer to him and put one heel on the seat of a chair, exposing my pussy. He readily moves to the edge of the chair. I put my hands on my hips as he leans in tongues my pussy lips and finds my clit. The others are blown away as attention has shifted from my living room to me. He puts his hands on my ass for leverage but I lift them off. He's sucking and sucking like a good little slut, but I slowly pull away while taking his camera with me, "I'll let you know if I need an opening."

As I go back inside, I lock the glass doors and turn on the porch lights. Jen, Michael, and my slut all quickly notice the audience more clearly. The men lift their tied hands onto Jen, thinking of moving her off. I'm in total fucking heat, I step to Jen with my cunt in her face and cup the back of her head. 

"I've never licked a woman before," she looks up at me, concerned most with her own mounting orgasm.

We're past small talk as I drive her mouth into my crotch. Jen's tongue goes to the roof of my channel and quickly finds my clit. I'm on top of this beautiful pyramid that is sure to crumble beneath me at any moment. With her nose buried in pubs, my blond honey-pot surrenders to me with her eyes. Both men are grabbing her body frantically, undoubtedly about to shoot their loads inside her. She still is only taking about half of each cock inside her, but it is sexy as hell.

I turn around, arch my back, and pull her face to my asshole as the men outside tap the glass and cackle with approval. Her head struggles between my ass at first, but then I feel her licking my asshole. I look over and some of the boy's hard-ons are out of their pants, desperately stroking. With a hand behind me holding Jen's head to my ass, I lower myself, my unfinished pussy, over her Michael's mouth. "Now my fucking slut!" I groan out loud, "Cum deep in her ass!"

All three of them are cumming, pulling tighter and tighter together, shaking with delight, as the two tongues inside me trigger my own glorious climax. My eyes are closed and I'm savoring the couple still sloppily sharing all that is between my legs. A minute later my poor houseslut still can't stop convulsing his spent dick. 

As I take out the vibrator, I motion for Josh to fetch my cock. My slave returns on his knees with my strap-on in his teeth and humiliation down his spine. I walk over to the sliding doors and wag my ass at the boys on the other side of the glass thinking of the possibilities. 

I take the strap-on from my poor slave's mouth and slowly slide it into place. I'm tightening it up as I call to my new blond little slut, "Crawl over here, by these college boys. You owe it your fans to show them your stretched pussy and asshole." She doesn't hesitate but moves across the floor like a sore animal. 

Her head is down and her ass and pussy are up. It is my move, again. I'm leaning over and running my hand over her soft smooth ass, finding my spot. Whack! Hitting her ass with my open hand. She arches for me and I hit her again, harder. Yes, her holes open for me and begin to leak. I dip one heel of my stiletto into her asshole and capture some cum. I then mount my foot on top. Josh has his head down, not wanting to look his friends in the eye. I snap my fingers and he crawls over and trembling licks my heel where it is embedded into her soft tush. I look to the glass and can't help but smile at the boy whose camera I took. He's fixated, stiff cock, pants and boxers at his knees, with both his hands spread on the glass as if positioning for me. 

I grease up the end of the dildo for my new slut's ass, determined to go deeper. Josh and Michael instinctively know there place. Josh moves the side of his face to the small of Jen's back, while Michael grabs the camera. Before getting on my knees behind his wife, I lovingly kiss Michael, "Close the curtains. This is for us."



The Cameraman Cums Around



Subject 1: 

Grace/ Age: 28/ Cup: 32C/ Hair: Dyed black

Subject 2: 

Dave/ Age: 23/ Penis: 9"/ Hair: Dyed blond

Location: A rented business office in California

It started way before I told her I wanted out. I wasn't even supposed to be her camera guy for the first shoot, but... it just sort of happened. She set up every gig herself. She was insatiable, and always getting laid. I'd been shooting videos of Grace fucking male models (who knows where she meets all these guys?) every Saturday for the past year. She had on a suit and tie with a business skirt that hugged her curves tightly. She idly filed her designer-painted nails at her desk, awaiting her next stud. Constant hotness, power, and control (especially over me) bored her, actually. That boredom made her seem irresistible to me in a special way... but I had to resist!

"I want out," I told her. I felt like a dork standing before her, unshaven and in my t-shirt and shorts while she had on her suit, make-up, and all, a real businesswoman.

"Aww, why?" she asked. "Don't make me get a new camera guy. Do you know how much I'd have to pay for one? Besides, you need me."

Grace had her arms crossed just underneath her breasts, and was subtly pushing them up and together. My eyes fell into her canyon. Blood reflexively rushed to my cheeks.

"You know it's true, and you love it," she rubbed it in. She followed with an all-too-knowing smirk of the eyebrow, and of her pink-painted lips. "I know you love it."

She was referring, of course, to the first couple times when I proved I could control myself enough behind the camera to not touch myself through my pants, but not enough to hold my load in them. I was always proud, at least, that that didn't stop a film from being made. I always kept shooting. But after about the fifth time (well, maybe the sixth), it stopped being so exciting.

Someone knocked at the door.

"That must be Dave," she said. She grabbed my hand. "Look, I need you for this shoot, okay, honey? Just this one and we'll talk about getting someone new."

"Okay."

There was another knock.

"Coming!" Grace yelled. "Keep your pants on, god damn."

She opened the door and let in the model I'd only heard about. Dave was broad shouldered, and at least a full foot taller than me. He wore a shirt, tie, and suit pants, but no suit coat. Through the thin material of his expensive shirt, his pecs were plainly chiseled; he obviously worked out. His hair was dyed like a surfer, but cut short-- I wondered if he cut it for the "businessman" role in the shoot. He was younger than Grace and I, for sure. I doubted he or anyone could be more worldly than the woman who set up her own random fuck meetings for a living.

Grace closed the door. "Great," she continued, and she gave him a kiss. "Now take 'em off."

Dave unbuttoned, unzipped, and had his pants on the floor in what might have been less than a second. It was hard to tell. Hard to tell because he was hard, and his giant bulge in his boxer shorts demanded every eye in the room-- real and synthetic.

I kneeled down with the camera, his dick square in the frame. I thought I knew how this one would start.

"But damn!" Dave shouted. "Sees a big one and he goes down almost as fast as Nanci Nasty." (No one goes down as fast as Nanci Nasty)

Grace rolled her eyes at me. "Get up, doofus. You've had the script a whole week and you couldn't stop jacking off for long enough to even open it? Go read it-- NOW," she demanded. Then she reached down, gripped the model man's thick, rigid member in both hands, and breathed, "Dave and I will just... rehearse..."

Their bodies pressed together, and in that mutual heat their tongues reached out and touched, tackled each other, wrestled greedily. They pulled each other in closer, his hands firmly sunk into her ass flesh, her rubbing his meaty rod up against her. But I couldn't watch anymore because I had to read the script.

Their lusty moaning and wet make-out noises distracted me while I read, but I stuck my eyes to the page. Starting on the chair... ("Mmm," Grace moaned; Dave hissed air through his teeth) something about stocks "on the rise"... (*spank!*) then Grace is supposed to say "And you look like you're rising," pan down... (the ruffle of clothing, more undressing) hold focus as she hits her knees and starts... (a rip-- I could hear every bit of it-- the tiny sound of a button hitting to the floor, heavy breathing)...

A sort of gasp came out of Grace, and Dave said meanly, "Bitch." I startled and finally looked back at them.

He was holding her face by the cheeks with one hand, squishing her mouth together. He didn't look angry-mad, so much as mad with sexual hunger. Her coat was pulled down her shoulders and her top ripped open, exposing a tight valley of cleavage in her push-up bra. Her hands were still locked onto his now naked cock, fist-over-fist, only she looked vaguely frightened.

The model shoved her backwards. She fell into the chair. He was already pulling off his tie.

"Hey--" I shouted, ready to step up and probably get my ass beaten in her defense.

Except then she was already lifting her legs in the air and peeling her panties out from under her skirt. She yelled at me, desperately, "Start filming!"

I fumbled at the camera and turned it on, too.

Grace's thong caught on her heels. Dave shoved her legs aside, grabbed her jet black hair, and thrust his cock into her face. She opened wide and took it down as deep as she could-- and that meant all the way down. He held her there, her nose stuck in his musky pubic hair, and finally Grace bobbed her head slowly back up, leaving a trail of drenching saliva along every inch of Dave's throbbing shaft. The thick head of his cock escaped her oral confines with a loud SHLPOP! I kept the camera focused on his dick, but...

Fixated on Dave's massive cock, I finally lost it. I pulled my shorts down with one hand just enough and started whacking off. She was squeezing, massaging, stroking him up and down with two hands... mine barely peeked out past my hand (which is lucky, since I needed the other for the camera). And I knew Dave and Grace both had bigger hands than I did.

"Shit!" Grace shouted in surprise. Her eyes had darted at me for just a second. She started to laugh, but stayed professional and kept licking at the giant lollipop of cock in her double-fisted grip. She made a comment to Dave (probably assuming I would just edit it out), still pumping at his hard manhood. "Look at how little he is compared to this real cock. This... (she reaffirmed her grip on it with obvious relish, tightly, slowly) this is a real man's cock. That? It's like my thumb! It can't satisfy me like yours, deep inside me. Not that tiny cock..." SHLPOP.

When she said tiny, Grace meant it. I'd been working with her for over a year and she was a professional in front of the camera-- a pro that I'd watched take thick meatsticks bigger than 6 inches (and there's no way I'd EVER even get to 6") as a norm in any of her holes. She would probably even call 6 small, 7 just "adequate." So of course she was laughing on the inside, even if she'd stopped herself outwardly. My little stiffy was a joke to her.

Something, though, about being so bluntly needed, so masterful really riled Dave. Clenching black hair, he took Grace's mouth balls deep again. "You need this in your pussy?"

"Mmm hmmgh," Grace answered as best she could with his dick deep down her throat.

The model's tie and shirt finally fell to the floor, revealing his rock hard chest, six pack abs, and muscled arms. Dave tore Grace's face off his cock and lifted her out of the chair by her hair. Without a word, he shoved her against the desk with her ass sticking out, and he lifted her skirt over that big, round butt. I had to scramble to get around to the other side so that the camera could see him slapping his dick against her wet vagina with one hand, holding her fast against the furniture with the other.

"Is this what you want?" Dave teased her. He started grinding his hips back and forth, not yet penetrating, but rubbing his length against her clit.

"More..." she pleaded, hips bucking.

"Beg for it."

"Shove that big cock in my hot pussy! Nnnnggh... please!"

He leaned forward over her body, spoke into her ear while he continued his playfully cruel pelvic thrusts, starting to match them up with hers. "Get your tits out."

And she hurriedly complied, pulling down the cups of her bra to expose her hardening nipples. I was going to protest that this wasn't fair for a shot because it meant I'd have to get to the other side again when Dave reached around, grabbed one of her tits in each hand so he could tweak the nipples, and impaled her sloppy hole with his giant member.

"Oh, oh, oww, fuuuck!" Grace shouted. She was already sweating. None of it stopped Dave's ramming onslaught, though, and soon she was humping back on him just as eagerly in rhythm, taking him deep into her vulnerable inner self.

I went around to the front of the desk to capture her reaction, but I was a little late. The two had fallen into a perfect, mindless pace of fucking, their bodies lurching and smacking together with the regularity of a pleasure machine just before it hits overdrive. She braced herself on the table with both hands, arching her back as much as possible to hump some secret pleasure spot in the deepest part of her. She gasped and snorted and moaned with pleasure.

"Look at this horny, fucking nymph," Dave responded. He grabbed her hair again and spanked her hard. "You need two cocks, baby?"

Without even a word, one of her hands shot up from its grip on the desk edge and encompassed the entirety my puny member like a vice. I was so surprised, I came! Looking down, it seemed as though spasms of cum were shooting out from the top of her hand. But only my eyes looked down, the camera was still watching them fuck. I fought the feeling of weakness and embarrassment as my balls emptied, and I forced all of my concentration into just holding the camera steady.

They burst into a short laugh, which they stifled. The kind that are easy to edit out-- you've seen a blooper reel.

"Are you ready?"

I'm not sure if either of us had any idea what Dave meant when he asked it, but Grace slapped her palms down on the edge of the desk again and shouted, "Fucking do it to me!"

So I gave a step back to get a wider angle for whatever was about to happen. The male model let go of Grace's hair and stopped pistoning his meat into her to pick her up by the legs, position her dripping female organ over his titanic, north-pointing pole, and lower her down onto just its engorged head.

Grace screamed and writhed on it in pleasure, and her scream turned into "OOHHHHHHH-- FUUUH-UUCK!" when he slammed her fully down upon his length.

I stared, drooling and dumbfounded. The camera was dumbfounded. My wee wee twitched, stirred again (and so quickly!) back to arousal.

Looking up from her sex-induced, cock-greedy daze and spying my returned rigidity, one of the pornstar's hands, with her designer-painted fingernails, reached out for my cock again. She reached out and brushed her pointing finger alongside it-- and they were the same size! I stepped forward again, thinking she was groping to give me another handjob, even just a thumbjob between her two fingers. Anything!

But when I did, she reached her hand under me, past my taint, and stuck her finger up my butthole, pistoning in and out fast.

"Nng, ah!" The camera dropped for a second. This was too much. Grace was fucking airborne, sweating off her supposedly stay-forever makeup, supported by her elbows on the desk and a huge rod stuffed in her vagina. Her finger found my prostate and pressed for all it was worth.

Releasing a built-up roar that echoed throughout the building (and who knows what real business anyone else was doing in the other rented offices), we all three shared a great orgasm and slowly chugged to a stop like a train come into station. All three of us breathed heavily. Grace's expression had gone slack with euphoria and I trembled with glee even as her finger fell out of my butt.

After a minute, Dave said, "Shit. I always have to piss after sex. Where is the bathroom?"

"Down the hall," Grace droned, absently waving her arm at the door. "On the right."

With a grunt, he got back into his shirt and pants and left.

She had barely recovered from her panting when Grace asked me, "Still want out, babydick?"

"No," I said. I didn't even have to think about it. We kissed. "No, how could I? I love you, honey."

She pulled her thong back up into her ass crack, her legs still rubbery from the rush of a wild fucking, and she kissed me again with those hot, pink lips. "I love you, too, little guy."



The Cameraman



I'm feeling lightheaded but I feel I need to reward the effort. I reach over to the coffee table. I roll up a thin magazine and start smacking his cock through the panties. He's moaning and flinching in the most mouthwateringly submissive way. I take his hands and move them up to my breasts, another first for my bitch, "Oh, my little ass licking whore, keep tonguing me like that and I may have to reduce your rent" I'm panting harder. He's feeling my body shake on his face, but I'm glad he can't see me crying with pleasure.

I reach back with both hands, my fingers on either side of own hole guiding his tongue, "Oh, you're going to need to do this every day. Oh, can you go deeper my Little Anal S..." I'm cumming, losing control all the way up spine. I arch off and all the way forward. Deliriously happy I squeeze my still-hard young cock in the panties. I pump it once, twice, and on the third time he ejaculates. I'm taken aback that he was so excited from tonguing my ass while wearing my panties. I'm thrilled at his potential but as his Dom I can't let this go. 

His cock is still jerking making a bigger oyster when I turn and kneel over him. "Don't look at me, Slut!" ashamed, I squeeze his neck and turn his head away from me, "Did I say you could cum? Did I say you could cum, with My cock!? What should I do with you? Maybe I should have you keep those panties on, you little panty whore, until their encrusted on. Would you like that!? Roll over on your stomach and don't move until I come back,"

It's not easy, but I stand up. What to do next with my housemate seems foretold. I know he's not going anywhere so I take my time. I get a glass of wine, go to the bathroom, strip off the stockings and clean up a bit. Slicking my black hair back, I then step into my strapon. I am quite proud of it. With the leather harness and the long, fire-red, upturned dildo that has a good size head that makes you feel the difference. It makes quite the statement as I finish my look off with my black, leather bustier. I gather a few items and head back to the living room.

My cock leading the way, I saunter up to the TV and change the DVD. I see my man-toy's eyes widen with me all Dommed up, but at this point he knows better than to say anything. Behind my anal virgin I further set the mood and then throw a couple of big pillows on the floor and lay down behind him on my side.

"You can turn a little and watch the film," I say in a generous way. I touch him and softly stroke one side of his torso for the first time. I take off the nipple clamp as he takes a deep breathe.

"Thank you, Ms. Lilly," he says sounding parched. 

I'm on the pillows so I can see the screen over his wide shoulders. I put my glass of wine down in front him as he takes a sip and thanks me. We're almost spooning except for my red cock that starts on the crack of his panty covered ass and digs into the small of his back. As we snuggle it's pretty obvious who owns the dick and who's wearing the panties. 

"Let's see how this looks," I say as I slide a leather collar around his neck and buckle it up, "perfect." 

The movie starts and it is one of my homemade movies, my first. It is titled Maui-2004. It starts with the younger 20-something me splashing around in a pool, natural and free, being coaxed by the man behind the camera into helping out a few of his surfing buddies. As the party on the screen heats up, I stroke my nervous boy's torso a little more charitably. In the film, I'm in a bed on my knees trying to deep throat some random guy's long shaft while two other naked surfers impatiently slap their dicks on my face. "Do you like it, my Little Slut? Which one do you think has the nicest cock?" That's your Miss Lilly first time up there. To anything like that, anyway." I tease, pushing four of my fingers into his mouth, "We all have to start being a slut somewhere."

"Yes, Ms. Lilly, it's very hot. Will I, could I receive that treatment on my-Your cock?" Josh asks when not sucking my fingers.

"Anything is possible I suppose. But how often do you see a Master licking a puppy. It's unnatural, baby." I grind my fake cock against his ass and reach over him and squeeze his package and continue to convince him he's just my dirty receptacle. "I'm giving you something better than a blow job. Even though were not 'lovers' you're the closest one to me now. The next time Michael or some other stud is grinding into me, you're going to be right there with me, holding open my legs, spreading my ass, feeling what I'm feeling. Using that talented tongue of yours," Just turning my sub, Josh, into a slutty cuckold is getting me hot again. 

I pull back on the loop in his collar and whisper in his ear, "Tell me that doesn't make you hot. Learning a woman's body, my body, my needs, because you're the one taking my punishment," I sweet talk as I'm grinding harder and running my hand up to his neck. I might have pushed it too far for tonight. But he must know where this ends. 

"Stroke your cock right now," I demand as I twist the collar tighter. Fuck, it's hard to Dom someone in this position who is so much bigger than me. I'm getting on my knees as he's fishing out his cock from the panties. I pull up on his collar, "Look at the screen," it is me with a cock in my pussy while trying to work two with my mouth, "I need to trust Josh, that whoever my Little Slut is, that the further I push him the more he's going to love me for it." 

My adrenaline is kicking in. Josh doesn't answer but stares at my glistening body on screen and the cocks working me from either end and then pounds his own cock in earnest. I pull the still gooey panties down his legs and roll them into a ball and stuff them into his mouth. Still with heels on, I stand in front of the TV and let my fuck-toy watch me tighten the straps of my nine inch cock. I'm actually getting pretty mad and hot at the same time. Mad that he remains somewhat deaf and dumb. Why didn't he turn from the video and start sucking my strapon like a good whore? Doesn't he appreciate all that I did for him this week?

"If you're not my Little Slut you need to say so now." With the panties rolled in his mouth Josh says nothing. The red curve flexes forward and up, "Then all I want to hear from you the rest of the night is 'more please,' and 'thank you,'" I add business-like as I grease up the head with KY. I throw a big pillow into the middle of the rug, "Over it."

Josh quickly complies, suggesting to me he wants it. I tell him to push his cock down so it's behind him on the pillow. I'm ready for the next stage of our relationship. To start fucking him in earnest. To feel the power and the friction against my cunt. But I know this is the best part for him. The anticipation of losing complete control because there is about to be something very big splitting you in half and there is little you can do about it. So I drag it out. 

I slowly pull and twist the emerald plug out, lifting his ass with every turn. Then I tease his ass with my fingertips. Then, smack! I slap his right cheek hard eliciting a grunt. With the harness on I have reach behind me to play with myself with one hand, while I play with his sensitive ass with the other.

My eyes are pulled to the screen. In the film, all three cocks are filling my holes, while a desperately shake from pleasure. As many times as I've seen it, it never fails to raise my pulse. I clench my ass and work my oiled fingers into my Bitch. "Is this your first time?" Smack!

Josh is concentrating on his breathing. I take the panties out of his mouth so he can speak, "Yes, yes. Please be gentle, Ms. Lilly.

"I can't guarantee that; you're pretty fucking tight." I say kneeling behind him and twisting two digits around, his tight slick passage gripping my fingers. "Now, tell me that you want it, my sweet Little Ass Slut."

"I want it Ms. Lilly." Josh whines as I push the bulbous through the tiny aperture, "I want..." He doesn't finish his second sentence as I stuff the panties back in his mouth and give him six inches of my well-greased, flexible cock. He tries to squirm off. 

I pull four inches out and then attempt work it back in. "You can take it. Trust me. It's going start to feel better." He wants to come off it, and he feels like a runaway sled as I hang on to his hips and pull back. About five more very short tight strokes and he starts to calm down. I feel like god-dam Columbus up my virgin's sensitive rectum. Like the athlete that he is, he spreads his muscular frame for me and grips the rug in front of him. I'm gratified by his submission. Looking down past my pushed up tits, I see my slick cock jetting in, disappearing again and again into his tight asshole. I'm getting wet beyond belief. He's still incredibly tight but I'm all business working my hips into him. 

He seems overwhelmed so I reach over and pour Baby Oil down his crack offering some respite. I'm arching back with my hand between his legs, and I am able to tease the tip of his swollen head with my fingers. My strapon is so tight it feels a part of me. With every little thrust and grind my Little Slut becomes my instrument as he hits a different pitch moan into my ruined panties.

I pull out of his ass and he bobs his head uncontrollably. "Off the pillow!" I demand. I pull him up onto his knees. "Push back, slowly. Come get my cock." I'm giving him the gentlest of commands and he's moving his perfectly muscled ass so so sexy; I want to cry I'm so happy, "You're so slick and open back there, baby. That's it, ride my cock. It's so beautiful, watching that pussy of yours swallow my red toy." Gone is any inhibition on his part.

I reach around and stroke his oily shaft. He grunts and grows in my hand in no time. He starts grunting like he might lose his load so I push down on the head and abandon it. I'm also trapped with the need to cum, my clit rubbing furiously against my toy. I lean back and smack his ass a few times and he starts riding it faster. I pull up on his collar with one hand and push down on his spine with the other, arching his back while keeping him tight on my cock, and bite his ear, "You're moving your ass like such a good little whore." Like two competitive athletes, he's pushing my hips with his ass, as if trying to top me from the bottom.

Pushing him flat on the rug, I slam back into his willing ass. My entire cock stays in him now, and his cock is underneath him burning on the rug. My body sheens with sweat as I go back to doing all the grinding. I hug his v-shaped back and whisper sweetly in his ear, "You're taking my cock so well, my Little Whore. Your pussy is going to be begging for a bigger cock in no time. I'm so proud of you." I kiss his cheek and he gasps deeper for breath in gratitude.

Building inside me, an orgasm that I've planned since I first saw his tight athletic ass. I whisper again, telling him he's the best anal slut I've ever had. Immediately after I say it I realize that it is probably true. With my nails in his back, my hips contract in a glorious result. One more, one more push, one more stroke and my pussy lets go, is satisfied -- like only a Dommes can be. 

Once I catch my breath, I unstrap my cock but leave the whole thing dangling from his ass. I stand and take off my leather top. Beads of sweat cling to my firm breasts and along my panty lines where the harness gripped me. I caress my swollen pussy; my night started a lot earlier than my Little Slut's. I finish my glass of wine while taking off my heels. I sit back and admire my handy work, my large man-child on the floor with my flag planted in his ass.

I role him over slowly, forcing all of the strapon to stay in. With his swollen cock flat on his stomach, I sit on his balls. His breathing is labored so again the panties come out of his mouth. "Are you going to cum for me?" I ask gently. He brings his hand to his cock, but I slide my slick cunt against his shaft instead. "Don't try and enter me. I want you to cum on your stomach." Like a nice Dom, back and forth I slide my pussy the length of his shaft.

I take one last look at the video. It is late afternoon by the pool. I'm on my knees, but all you can see is a long, thick shaft covering half of my messy face as I lovingly suck one of its balls into my mouth. The beautiful cock is more than familiar. It belongs to the cameraman. It belongs to a younger Michael, before he had even met his wife, Jen. 

I put my hand on the underside of my slave's cock, pulling it harder against my juicy lips. Five, six, seven hard strokes and My young cock ejects rope after rope of cum reaching his chest and onto his face.

I quickly wipe up the cream with the well-used panties. Stuffing the gooey silk back into his mouth while he still trembles, I tell him to close his eyes and calm himself. I then leave my hard-working manslut on the floor so he can contemplate his past and future as my tenant. Except that of mine which he still grips,I gather my most personal items and head to bed. Stopping, I turn back into the living room. I almost forgot, my Maui-2004 tape and my Sony recorder with the video we just made.