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The Shoot

By: shooter3704



Chapter One

I was with my lover one afternoon and we had just finished a hot and steamy fuck.

"Wow, that was good," she said stroking my soft cock to see if there was any life left in it.

"Yeah, it was good" I said. I am fifteen years older then Dee and it takes me a while to recharge my battery. "What you need is a hot young stud to fuck you."

Dee agreed that it would be nice. Dee's husband nor I can't keep up with her sexual demands.

I have known Dee for about four years and we have been lovers for two of them. I am a professional photographer and Dee came to my studio to get some head shots done and the chemistry was there, but neither of us did anything about if for a long time. One day I just kissed her because it seemed natural. She was ripe for the plucking and it wasn't two long before I had her clothes off and had my cock in her. You might say I plucked her.

Since that day we've found many opportunities to get together. Oh, did I mention that her husband knows about us and approves whole-heartily. He knew he had more woman than he could handle.

I certainly don't want to give you the impression that Dee is a slut. She just likes to fuck and being multi-orgasmic, she likes to fuck a lot.

I'm not sure how the subject of interracial sex came up. I have always been fascinated with the subject. I have a pretty fair collection of photos with black men taking white women. I also have a nice collection of video tapes.

One day I had my interracial file open on the computer and Dee came to the studio. I didn't hear her come it and before I knew it she was standing beside me looking at the images on the screen. 



I could tell from her attitude that she was interested in what she saw. I put the program into "slide show" mode and sat back to watch her watch the white women getting black sexed. It wasn't long before we both were in a heated condition and I locked up the office and took her into the studio where we fucked.

While I was in her I whispered into her ear how I would like to see a thick black cock working her cunt. I kept up the black fantasies and she was going crazy. She nearly bucked me off as she trashed around.

Over the next several months when we were together I would bring up the subject of her and a black man. I could see she was interested in the idea. One night when we were together she verbalized back to me as I whispered about the fantasy fuck to her.

"Yesss, I want that hard black cock. Give it to me!" 

Later I asked her if she really wanted some black meat. She laughed, "Makes a great fantasy, but I don't think that it can happen."

I was pretty sure I could make it happen. I had a reasonable amount of confidence that Dee would do what I ask her to do. 

Several months after we started getting it on I took her to visit an old friend who is confined at home. My old buddy is horny all the time and I convinced her to give him a blow job while I fucked her. Dee had always been compliant to my wishes so I was pretty sure I could make this plan fly. Dee went down on my old friend and sucked him off and swallowed his come. Over the next few months we did that several times and she liked it. Occasionally when I couldn't get away Dee went to my friend and serviced him without me, simply because she knew I wanted her to.

One night I happen to be surfing the net and happened upon a site that is all about black men and white women. I placed an ad there and set up a new e-mail account. It wasn't long before the responses came pouring in. Some were stupid, some were funny, and some caused my heart to race as I could visualized the possibilities.

I culled the letters as best I could and one day showed them to Dee. At first she was angry at me for putting the ad on the net. As she read the letters and studied the photos I could see she wasn't as angry as she had been.

"What are you going to do with these?" she asked.

"What do you want me to do with them?" I countered.

She didn't answer, but went back to reading the mail. She commented on some of them, giving me both good comments and bad. One she told me to get rid of. "That's disgusting," she said. "I don't care what size the dick is. I want to know how big the man is inside." Dee really believes that, I think. I also know she looks for staying power rather then size. And personality rather than looks.

For the next several weeks when I got new mail I would call her and she would come by and look at it. Most of the time she considered them duds.

One afternoon I was behind her as she sat at the computer. I was sorting some proofs when I heard a sharp intake of her breath. I came around to see what she was looking at.

"What'ch got there?" I ask.

"This one sounds nice," she answered. She was looking at a photo of a young black man. "He's a professional and he doesn't live too far away."

I read the letter that accompanied the photo. There was nothing there that lit my wick, but apparently Dee saw something I didn't.

After Dee went home, I sent the fellow an e-mail and a couple of photos of Dee. I had some ready just in case. Not too risqué, but enough so that he could get a good idea what she looks like. Dee had told me in no uncertain terms that she did not want any of her nudes going out on the Internet. Of course I respected that, but the photos I sent were sexy enough and still follow her wishes.

The man, I'll call him Jeffery, must have been impressed because he came right back with a letter.

Chapter Two

Jeffery and I corresponded for a week or so and I invited him up the next Saturday afternoon. I had all ready made sure Dee would be available and the it was a good time of the month.

Jeffery was early for our appointment, but it turned out fine. My last customer has left and I was just finishing up the paper work.

He was a personable young man and we chatted a while. I explained that he was going to be a surprise to Dee and that frankly I didn't have the foggiest idea what would happen.

Dee was running late, but not late for her. She breezed through the door apologizing as usual. When she saw Jeffery sitting there smiling, she nearly had a blowout stopping so fast.

I made the introductions and we sat talking for a little while.

Dee is a personable lady who never met a stranger and Jeffery was smooth as silk. Pretty soon they were laughing and just having a good ol' time.

"Dee," I said "I need to update your portfolio. How about changing into that little black outfit for some photos?"

"Huh? What black outfit?" she had a startled look. "You mean now?"

"Sure," I said. "I was telling Jeffery what a good model you are. This will give him an opportunity to see you in action."

Her pretty face ran through a full range of emotions. Uncertainty, fear, anger, and back through them again.

"Come on, honey," I said "I think you may enjoy this shoot."

After a short while I could see in her eyes that she had come to a decision. She slowly nodded her head. "Which black outfit?" she asked softly.

I went over and took her hand. "Doesn't matter," I said smiling at her. "Just pick one and come on into the studio. Jeffery and I will go get set up." She left the reception room never once looking at Jeffery.

Jeffery and I went across the hall into the studio. I loaded film in a camera and set up the light system. I told Jeffery to have a seat behind me.

"Will she do it?" he asked.

"Don't know," I answered. "I think we have a good shot at her. Just be cool."

Dee came into the studio wearing a ratty old robe I kept in the dressing room.

When Dee first came to my studio she was a study in modesty, but it wasn't long before she was doing nudes for me. No one but her husband and I had ever witnessed her doing sexy modeling so I thought this would be the acid test.

"What do you have on under the robe?" I ask her, smiling.

She opened the robe and showed me a black one piece teddy. It really didn't show much but it was brief and I thought it was a good first step.

I snapped off a couple of shots and told her to go change.

"What now?" she asked.

"The black leather thong," I answered.

"What top?"

"No top," I said calmly. "Just the leather thong." She looked at me, for a moment, her eyes wide, then, picking up the robe, left with out comment.

She was back quickly. Changing from a teddy to just a thong doesn't take long.

I took her hand and put her in the center of the floor drop.

"Here, let me have the robe," I said. She froze, her hand on the belt. I think we both were aware that if she took off the robe and posed topless that she was going to get fucked. The seconds ticked by and then slowly she undid the belt and slipped off the robe.

I heard Jeffery's sharp intake of breath when he saw her breasts. She is only five feet tall but, she has wonderful tits. They are two of her finest physical attributes. Her tits look too large for her small frame. Every time I see them I'm impressed all over again.

There she stood, topless and red-faced. Dee had modeling for me a long time, but suddenly she appeared to have forgotten everything I had taught her. Even how to stand. I went back to my camera and snapped off a couple of shots just to get her comfortable. The training came back to her after a few shots and soon she was posing and getting into the shoot.

Each shot she became a bit more bold and I was getting some of the best shots I had ever gotten of her. She was cooking on all burners. I hated to stop it, but there was another agenda that needed attention. I put the camera down and seated myself on a stool next to Jeffery.

"Come here, honey," I said to Dee.

She approached me, her hips swaying and her bare breasts swinging. She stopped, almost touching me with her breasts. I took her in my arms and gave her a long searching kiss which she returned eagerly.

Breaking the kiss I whispered, "Big, black, hard cock. It's now or never. Do you want to get black fucked?" She moaned and I could feel her heart beating wildly. I kissed her again and then said, "Now go kiss our friend and kiss him good."

With only a slight hesitation she left my arms and went to Jeffery and stepped into his arms. They embraces for nearly five full minutes before I broke them up.

I had Dee go back in front of the lights and sit on a beach I had placed there.

"Jeffery take off your shirt and go set down behind her." I directed. He smiled and followed my directions.

I snapped a few more pictures of them in that position. "Now reach around and take her breasts in your hands." He did and I could see Dee's nipples grow even harder from where I was, several feet away.

For a while I just let then kiss and caress each other and I think they forgot all about me being there.

Soon Jeffery stood up and let Dee lay back on the bench. He caressed and nibbled on her nipples and then worked his way down her body to her moist pussy. The thong was only a minor

obstacle for him. The man could eat pussy! He had her coming in just a few minuets. As I have said, Dee is multi-orgasmic and that was the first of several dozen orgasms.

At some point I lost all of my photo professionalism. His black on her white was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I was like a big-eyed boy in a candy store.

It wasn't long before the fucking started. He fucked her every way possible and started over again. Seeing his hard black cock going in and out of her pussy was something to witness. The contrast of black and white is beautiful. Dee was more vocal then I had ever heard her.

Jeffery fucked Dee for the next three hours almost constantly. I marvel to this day about the man's stamina. While they fucked and sucked each other, I was running around trying to find a place in the action. I have never been so turned on, before or since. I came twice. One time in her mouth as Jeffery fucked her doggy-style and another time when he was plowing her deep and hard. I came from just watching and listening to her cries of pleasure.

I ask her later how may times she came and she just laughed and said she lost count early in the proceedings.

Dee told me it was the best fucking she had ever had. Did that threaten me? No, not really. because she is my fuck buddy and my friend, I want her to have all the pleasure she can get. 

Later, I asked Dee to tell me about it and how she felt about it and she got a dreamy look on her pretty face, "It was totally awesome. It was the greatest!," she said. "I loved it!"

"Were you scared at first?" I asked, "When I asked you to pose?"

"I was scared out of my wits," she laughed. "I knew what you were up to when I first saw Jeffery sitting in the office. I just knew."

She told me that when I told her to pose topless, she almost refused to do it. I ask her why she did do what I asked.

"I knew you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me," she said. "When can we do it again?"

"Real soon, Sweetie," I said hugging her. "How do you feel about a black gang-bang?"

Ha! There was that deer-in-the-headlight look again, but she didn't say no.

The End

(Check my profile to find out where my other e-books are located. This is mostly a true story. Of course the names have been changed and all that jazz, but the fact are based on something real. I think I should remind you, dear readers, that unsafe sex is stupid and possibly deadly. Have fun, but be careful. Shooter)

The Shoot



No doubt about it, the camera is one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs. I've taken photos of several of my lovers while they stripped and posed nude. They were very turned on by the experience, and so was I. The sex we enjoyed after I put down the camera was always amazing, and it was nice to have the photos to keep me warm when my lover wasn't around. But having sex in front of a video camera makes everything ten times hotter. I never realized that until my friends Alex and Rae asked me if I wanted to be in a porn video they were making. 

It was a strictly amateur thing -- just some horny fun they wanted to have with our circle of friends. I'd known Alex and Rae since college. They were film majors, so they had decent cameras and lights, and a good sense of how to shoot sex so that it looked really erotic. The final product was only going to be for us -- a little something we could all watch together and keep for ourselves. Maybe we'd make more if everyone enjoyed the experience.

I was told to meet at Alex's house on a Saturday night. I have to admit that while I was excited by the idea, I was also pretty nervous. For one thing, I didn't know how I would look naked and turned on, or if I would act goofy when I came. I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to get hard or stay hard. Performance pressure was something to consider. 

I was also between bases. I had no girlfriend to bring along.

"Oh, that's right," Rae had said the night I was asked if I wanted to participate. "Hmmm. Who do you think would want to do a scene with Dave?" 

Rae looked at Alex, who pondered the question but could not immediately come up with a suggestion.

Finally, our mutual friend Elaine spoke up.

"I will," she said with a bright smile. And then she looked at me. "You interested?"

"Of course," I said, totally surprised.

I'd known Elaine casually for several years. She's an attractively heavyset woman in her mid-40s who loves sex and has always been very free and open about it. A real exhibitionist, she enjoys being naked in front of people and is always open to new experiences. I'd heard stories about her escapades with guys and women. 

Elaine's dark eyes flashed as she touched my arm. "I've always wanted to make it with you, but we never seemed to get the chance to be together."

We were sitting in a bar on the night before the shoot. It was basically a game plan session with Alex, Rae, me, Elaine and two other couples.

"Just have sex, any way you want," Rae explained. 

"For as long as you want," Alex added. 

"Until you get off," Rae continued. "We want everything to be real and spontaneous."

"No faking," said Alex.

"I've never done anything like this," I told Elaine. I was flattered that she wanted to do it with me, but it was a little weird to think that we'd be having prearranged sex. We liked each other, but still. 

"It should be fun," Elaine said with a bright, playful smile. "Marcy used to tell me you were a good lay and a real ass man. She said you have a magic tongue back there. I can't wait to find out."

Marcy was my former girlfriend. She and Elaine have been close friends since high school, so I figured that Elaine knew plenty about me. I liked the gleam in her eye as she talked about her taste in sex. We had compatible interests, and she was definitely going to be into the shoot.

"I like fucking for a camera," she said. "It's very hot and a turn-on to watch later."

As the group worked out plans for the shoot, I sat there drinking my beer and sizing up this woman who had always intrigued me. I really admired that she was so free and wild, and I found her very attractive. Elaine has thick dark hair, full lips and heavy-lidded eyes. Middle age has made her quite full in the hips and ass, but that's my favorite kind of female figure. Her black jeans flattered that part of her anatomy, just as her black blouse showed off the cleavage of her big round breasts. I just hoped that I'd be able to get past the first-time jitters as well as any stage fright.

The day of the shoot, I was very horny with anticipation. I had errands to do, but I spent most of my time watching video clips on porn sites and trying to imagine what it would be like to be in one. I'd never watched people have sex in real life, only on film, so I wondered if it would be different. I also had to fight the urge to jerk off. I wanted to be as horny as possible that night. I figured it was better to come too soon than not be able to perform at all.

During the drive to Alex's house, I was pretty tense, but the evening was set up to make us all relax and feel comfortable. There was plenty to drink and a barbecue. The conversation flowed easily. We'd all done a fair amount of hanging out and partying together, sometimes going to concerts or on camping trips. We felt at ease with each other, but it still felt strange to think that we were going to get naked and be sexual in front of each other. 

I couldn't help ogling Rae and the other two women, Janice and Sandy. I wondered what they looked like naked, and was eager to see. They were in their 40's and their bodies had a little extra padding that made them sexy in a very natural way. Janice was about 5'2' and 120 curvy pounds, with short blonde hair. Sandy was slightly taller, with long straight red hair that reached the middle of her back. Rae was pleasingly chubby with wavy light brown hair and freckles.

Elaine arrived, looking fantastic in black jeans, black boots and a white sleeveless top. Her hair was tied back and she was absolutely beaming as she greeted everyone. Eventually, she made her way over to me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mmmm, you smell nice," she said. "All ready for the big night?"

"Definitely," I said, feeling pleasantly buzzed as I worked on my fourth beer. "You look really nice."

"You think so?" she asked.

"Yeah, I really like your outfit, especially the boots."

"I'll leave them on," she laughed and then walked off to chat with Rae, Sandy and Janice. Everyone was loose and loud and animated, but you could feel the sexual anticipation in the air.

Not long after dinner, the shoot began. I was talking with Elaine out on the deck when I looked into the house and noticed that Janice and her husband Peter were taking their clothes off in the living room. My heart skipped as Janice peeled her tight pink dress down to reveal her pendulous breasts and shaved pussy. Rae entered walked in wearing only a black garter belt and black fishnets. She likes to shoot in the nude because it puts her subjects more at ease and it also turns her on. She thinks and works more sexually when she's horny and that's reflected in her footage. 

Lights were set up around the room in unobtrusive places. Alex manned the other camera. As Sandy and her lover Marc gathered around, Janice smiled and winked at us as she lay on her back on a fold-out sofa. When she spread her legs, her pink, thick-lipped pussy looked delicious. She idly fingered it as Peter climbed onto the bed.

Elaine took my hand and led me in to watch Peter give Janice some really sensuous head. The look on Janice's face was pure ecstasy as he slowly licked her thighs and then her pussy. As their arousal intensified, Peter cupped her ass in both hands and pulled her hard against his face, as if he were eating a big piece of sweet, juicy fruit. As his tongue hit her sweet spot, Janice tossed her head back and began grinding her cunt against him. Peter continued to work her closer and closer to orgasm. Moaning loudly, Janice swung her leg over the back of his neck. Peter then rubbed and fingered her asshole before starting an intense rimjob that had Janice floating on a cloud of lust. 

Peter's cock was stiff, the head bulging as he deeply tongue-fucked Janice's little round pucker. I could see they were lost in what they were doing. It was really amazing to watch. Even with Alex and Rae gliding about with cameras, and the rest of us standing around and staring, there was real intimacy between Peter and Janice. 

My dick was hard and aching from watching the sex on the bed, and the sight of Rae with her camera. She had a beautifully buxom figure and looked really hot in her garter belt and fishnets. Occasionally she'd squat to shoot from a particular angle and I'd get a great view of her plump mons, patch of curly blonde pubic hair and swollen clit. She was obviously turned on, and a glance at Elaine told me that she was pretty worked up, too. 

Eventually, Peter kneeled by Janice's head to watch her as she fingered her pussy while lovingly sucking on his thick erection. Sandy was surely enjoying the show. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing in a turquoise blouse, white stockings and a garter belt without panties. Marc immediately moved in and placed his hand on her big, closely-cropped triangle of red pubic hair. Sandy sighed and flung her arms around his neck.

On the bed, Janice was moaning as Peter gasped and came all over her face, tongue, chin and breasts with spurts of thick white cream. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. My heart was pounding. I was deeply turned on and totally terrified by the idea of taking the stage.

For the next few minutes, Peter and Janice lay there, spent and smiling as Alex and Rae began filming Sandy, who was now sitting on the arm of the sofa with her legs spread. Marc was playing with her pussy as they kissed deeply. Then he began a slow descent to his knees. Sandy clutched his head and pulled his face into her sex, her eyes ablaze and her mouth open.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Elaine steadying herself as she pulled off one black leather boot and then the other. Unzipping her jeans, she wiggled them over her wide hips and pulled them down. After kicking her jeans off, she deftly slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her black thong, which looked very skimpy on her ample body. 

"Ready to go?" she asked with a smile, watching my gaze fall to the dark landing strip of pubic hair she uncovered as her thong slowly and seductively came down. Turning around to give me a view of her ass, she wiggled it and said, "I'll put the boots back on..."

"Please do," I said as my heart continued to pound. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was getting dry.

Sandy and Marc were now slowly fucking on the sofa, her hands caressing and clutching her lover's ass as he pumped into her. Elaine watched them for a few moments and then picked up her boots. I couldn't take my eyes off her big, firm ass as it swayed sensuously while she quietly walked over to a love seat and sat to put her boots back on. 

There were moans and dirty talk on the sofa, followed by some really sexy cocksucking and then more fucking. Alex and Rae continued to film, occasionally eliciting smiles or giggles from Sandy, who seemed to like playing to the camera. After about 20 minutes or so, Sandy and Marc convulsed together as he came inside her. Janice and Peter burst into applause when the couple finished crying out in ecstasy.

"Come here," Elaine said, taking my hand and leading me toward the bed. Marc and Sandy fell into a blissful cuddle, his cock still partly erect, as they settled in to watch us. Still nude, Peter and Janice were fixing themselves drinks at the bar.

"I'll make this easy for you...." 

And with that, Elaine began to kiss me passionately. Her lips were soft and tasted slightly of vodka and tonic, and soon our tongues were entwined. As we kissed, I could feel her hands cupping the crotch of my jeans, squeezing my dick and then deftly opening my belt. It was the oddest mix of arousal and terror I've ever felt. My mind raced with the thought that my friends were about to see my cock, which I had shaved hairless earlier that day (a decision I momentarily regretted), but as I ran my hands over Elaine's luscious bare ass, I surrendered to the pure sexual excitement of the moment.

Elaine soon had my jeans fully open and was pulling them down. "Mmm, Marcy always said you have a nice dick," she sighed as the cool air hit my naked ass. I clumsily stepped out of my pants, leaving them on the floor, and began kissing Elaine again. Her hand softly slid the length of my erection, back and forth several times before she cupped my balls and explored the smooth skin of my crotch. It was then that I noticed Rae filming us. Her nipples were huge and hard and her hips and pussy looked so good framed by her garter belt. I suddenly felt intensely horny. 

I just kept kissing Elaine and caressing her ass until she pulled me to the bed. "Lay on your back, baby," she said. "I've got something spicy for you I know you'll like..."

It was clear that she knew exactly how to push my buttons. Elaine climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest with her back to me and a boot on each side of my head. The leather was cool and smelled new. Reaching back, she spread her ample ass cheeks, fully exposing her anus -- a really sexy slit ringed by dark, finely wrinkled skin. Then she slowly lowered her rear toward my face. 

"Lick my ass, lover..."

I could see Rae and her camera out of the corner of my eye as I began kissing Elaine's soft, cool buttocks. I slowly worked my way toward the warm cleft. It was slightly moist with perspiration and smelled really good -- very musky and erotic. I eagerly extended my tongue into it. Licking slowly up from the bottom edge of her pussy, I savored the salty bitterness of her asshole. 

"Mmmmm, oh yeah," she sighed. "That feels so good...lick me, baby...taste it...taste my ass...."

I soothed and teased Elaine's delicious asshole with my tongue, finally pressing inside her. She admitted me easily into her smooth tightness and I began to explore. On the edge of my awareness, Alex and Rae were moving in to get close-ups. I did my best to let them see my tongue at work. A third of it was inside Elaine, and the deeper it went, the better she tasted.

I spent the next several minutes tongue-fucking Elaine's ass while she sucked and stroked my cock, purring and moaning with pleasure. Her mouth felt incredibly good as her tongue swirled and danced on my excited penis. Knowing that a camera was focused on it, and that everyone was watching, I spread my legs wide to give them all a better view. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life, and it was a battle to keep from coming. I didn't want this to end. Elaine was pushing her sexy, incredibly tasty ass against my face as my tongue worked its magic. The musky scent of her rear, the tangy bitterness inside her anus and the sensation of her sucking the head of my penis as she rapidly stroked the shaft made me finally lose it. I came really hard. 

Watching the tape later, I was amazed by how much cream I shot all over Elaine's tongue and chin with one pulsing squirt after another as the others in the room expressed surprise. She eagerly and sensuously licked up my watery semen, squeezing my penis and gently swirling her tongue around the head as I moaned. Luckily, I didn't sound too dumb.

Feeling guilty that I'd come before Elaine, I turned my attention to her pussy, which was swollen, wet and sweet with just a little sharpness. My hands roamed the sides of her bare thighs as I licked and sucked until she suddenly rose up, turned around and straddled my face again. Pulling her top up to expose her breasts, she played to the cameras, rocking slowly back and forth on my face, her plump thighs squeezing the sides of my head. 

Elaine's cunt was every bit as delicious as her ass. As the flat of my tongue worked at her clit, she let out a loud moan. I could feel her spasm as she came, her pussy juices flowing over my mouth, nose and chin. The couples watching us give an "Oooooh" of approval. 

I ended up just lying there, looking up at Elaine from between her thighs as she breathlessly smiled down at me. Her fantastic pussy smelled so good that I gave it a few last licks and kisses before she climbed off, leaving me sweaty, spent and a little dazed. But the whole experience had been incredibly exhilarating. It was the biggest sexual kick I'd ever gotten.

A short while later, I put my jeans back on and watched the sex conclude with Rae and Alex. Rae knelt on the bed for a deep, slow assfuck that Alex filmed while he pumped in and out. It was basically one entire close-up of his hard penis in her big pink asshole. I was stunned, and turned on again, when she pulled away before Alex could come and took his thick erection in her mouth. Within seconds he was in the throes of release and so was she. Rae explained later that she often came from sucking cock without even being touched, particularly after it had been in her ass or another woman's.

Most of the others, Elaine included, stayed all or partly naked as we hung out for another couple of hours drinking and talking. I began to hope that another round of sex would take place, but everyone gradually got dressed and that was it. Driving home, I felt like I was returning from a dream. The memory of what I'd seen, done and tasted made me so horny that I had to jerk off before I could sleep. The scent of Elaine's ass and pussy were still on my face and it made me get myself off again after I awoke in at four in the morning.

The nicest thing was that Elaine and I decided to get together for drinks the next night and we began a relationship. It was really great to sit together on the sofa at Alex's house the following weekend and watch the tape. They'd done a really nice job of filming. They captured each lover's excitement and expressions along with full body shots and tasteful close-ups. The light was lush and the intimacy of the angles made each scene extremely erotic. I was surprised to find that I was very turned on by Rae's close-up of my penis as I came, my semen running down Elaine's tongue and dripping in globs of the bulging pink head. Elaine also looked really sexy having her ass and pussy eaten out.

I was definitely eager to do it all again. Elaine accommodated me by setting up a camera on a tripod in her bedroom later that night. We knelt spread-legged on the bed and watched each other masturbate. It was the first of several really hot home sex tapes that make or use as a prelude to lovemaking. Next week, we're going to let Alex and Rae film us again, this time outdoors. I can't wait. Cameras are doing wonders for my sex life. 



The Shoot



Two years ago I told my wife I wanted her to have sex with another man. Jenny's instant reaction was, "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

I looked at her and said, "I understand, I do, but I thought I should tell you my fantasy –you know, in the sprit of openness."

She stared at me for just a moment, and then the corner of her mouth pulled into half a smirk. "Well, next time we have sex I'll take that under consideration." 

For a couple of months, I let the thought sink in. I didn't want to push things too hard and ruin my fantasy, so the next time I brought it up, we were both a little tipsy. I had just enough courage to say something while we were playing in bed. We were kissing and both down to our underwear. I stopped kissing her and stared deep into her blue-green eyes.

"I want you to close your eyes." 

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Fine."

She closed her eyes, and I moved my hands over her body in a way that was different then ever. While stroking her body, I positioned a different pressure on her skin, a different rhythm of stroking her skin, and a different way of breathing around her. Everything about the way I handled my lustful wife was different.

"I want you to imagine I am someone else. I want you to imagine that I am that guy you saw at the gym on the treadmill today. Do you know which one I'm talking about?"

She smiled and opened her mouth, keeping her eyes closed.

"The man with the tight blue shorts on and thick brown hair?"

"Yes, him."

"Baby, I've told you that I only think he is cute. I would never do anything to hurt you."

"Shhhhh. Don't be ashamed. It's ok. This game is about you, not me. Just relax and enjoy this. I want you to imagine that he is here right now, and he is touching you. Can you do that for me?"

Quietly... and ever so sheepishly... she said, "Yesss..."

I moved my hand up her thigh in a much more forceful way than I had ever dreamed, and her thigh twitched apart as if to spread. Taking advantage of her parting thighs I grabbed at her underwear over the crotch, brushing her wetting pussy with my knuckles, and pulled her panties down about seven inches. I pulled her panties so hard, they slipped from under her weight. My hand found its way over her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from the landing strip above her clit to the bottom of her vulva.

"Do you want him inside of you?"

She kept her eyes closed, and after a pause, "Do you want his finger inside of you?"

With the slightest moan, she spread her legs as much as she could, stretching the fabric of her panties. "Yes. Please, touch me. I want to feel his finger in my body."

"Do you want his muscles working his finger – back and forth – inside of you?" 

"Yes...do it."

I rubbed my hand forcefully over her mound and then curled my ring finger up and in, spreading her hot vaginal folds and entering into her wetness. Her body shivered with pleasure as I used my other hand to tear her already flimsy panties from her body. I whispered in her ear "Oh, my God, honey ... You really like the way he touches you. Do you want him to taste you?" 

She moaned out a yes and with that I moved my face down to her hot slippery sex. My tongue and my mouth moved in a way she had never felt before. I licked her at different speeds. I entered two fingers forcefully inside her body, and when she moved her hand on to my head to control the speed of her pleasure, I grabbed her hand and in a tight grip held it down on the bed. She knew who was in control, and by the way she thrashed her hips while my tongue drank her sex, she absolutely loved it. Her mouth opened into a giggle and descended into heavy breathing and then a deep moan of pure ecstasy.

I looked up from her heated sex and said, "Tell me what he is doing to you, baby."

"... He is licking me and tasting me....he's making me feel good....oh so....good."

"Is he better than me? Its ok, you can tell me."

In the throes of passion, she opened up her mouth and said, "Yessssss," And with that, she burst into the throes of an orgasm that I had never seen. Her body shook; her pussy was drenched and out of her mouth purred the loveliest sound of lust. "Enter me...Enter me now."

I entered her cumming pussy, stroking in and out slowly, imagining her inner walls covered with another man's cum. I built up speed and thrust myself deeper and deeper into her body as she held me close. Her sizzling pussy felt incredible around my cock, and in no time at all I peaked and released my orgasm into her waiting walls.

When we finished, I looked at her and ask if she still felt hesitant to add another man.

She looked at me and with the mischievous grin said, "Maybe not..."

In the afterglow, we basked in the warmth of our desires. 

"I want you to know how hot that was for me. I really enjoyed seeing you in a total state of lust while being removed from the situation. It's almost like watching you masturbate to the 100th degree. It's really hot to see you please yourself-but to see someone else do it would be mine blowing for me."

"You wouldn't get jealous or hurt by this?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I might a little, but I'm willing to take that chance." 

"Why? Aren't you afraid of ruining what we have"

"Honey, I love you. You mean the world to me. I love you too much to ever want to leave you. Even if I didn't want this and you fooled around behind my back, I would stay with you because what we have is too important to me." 

And with that, she looked me in the eyes, kissed me on the mouth and rolled me over onto my back. This time she took control, moving her legs over my waist and sliding down on my hard cock. My body arched up into her, aching to feel that wet pussy again. She bounced up and down on my cock, at one point grabbing my hand and placing it on her nipple. With her free hand, while sitting and moving on my cock, she started playing with her clit. Slow at first, moving her hand in circles, then quicker and quicker. As she gained speed, she looked me in the eyes and said "Imagine if I was on top of someone else right now. Hopping on another man's dick like a rabbit in heat. Can you imagine that for me?"

I could only moan as my imagination took off.

"He feels so good inside me honey," she said as her fingers moved faster on her clit. "I think his dick is going to make me cum. Oh honey, I can't stop fucking this man. I hope that he doesn't cum before me, because I can't stop fucking him, even if he looses his seed in my unprotected pussy. Oh my god...Oh my god...I'm CUMMING...I'M CUMMING." At that I groaned and released every ounce of cum in me that was left.

After this, we both fell asleep, but the next day I vowed to make this scenario happen. I started looking on Craigslist, all the while thinking of a way to make this fantasy a reality for us. CL was full of weirdoes and non committals, so finally I went on an escort site. I wanted to make sure the man I found for her was clean and had the papers to prove it. After a week or so of searching, I finally met the right guy: Sam, with whom we worked out the perfect arrangement. Sam was also a photographer in his spare time, and after seeing some pictures of my wife, he and I came up with a plan that, if anything would get her to have sex with another man, this would be it.

I told my wife that I hired someone to take some photos of us as an early anniversary gift. We had not gotten any professional pictures done since our wedding five years ago, so this made sense. I told her the photographer was someone I found online and we would meet at his place. We dressed up, and as we were dressing, I told Jenny to wear some sexy underwear. 

"Why?" 

"Because I think that we should look and feel our best, our sexiest, for these photos, and I think that putting on a pair sexy panties and bra can only help."

"OK, but only because I love you," she laughed, and left the bathroom to go change. She came out wearing a pair of black, see through panties and a black push up bra with red thread lining. "How's this? Sexy enough for you?"

"So sexy that I don't know if we are going to make it on time." I joked as I moved up to her and kissed her open mouth. 

She pushed me away after thirty seconds and said, "Easy, Mr. Man. We are not going to be late for this guy. You're the one who wanted this, so let me get dressed. Maybe after we can have some fun, OK?" 

I smiled and said ok, knowing exactly what was in store.

We got in the car and arrived at Sam's studio in about 15 minutes. When I saw him I got a rush of excitement in my stomach, both nervous and excited at the same time. He looked like his picture, about 6'2'', 160 lbs, longer dark hair, and just a shadow of a beard; he really appeared quite attractive. He had a nice studio for shooting, with white drapes and photography equipment set up all over the place. There was even a bed in the corner of the room! He smiled and welcomed us in.

Jenny instantly warmed to him. "Wow, what a nice space. Lots of lighting. Looks great!"

"Thanks," he replied. "Can I get you guys anything to drink? Maybe some water or wine?"

"I would love a white wine, if you have it," she answered.

"I'll take the same" I said, hoping that this would calm my nerves just a bit.

"Three white wines. Got it." And with that, he walked into the kitchen area.

"Do you live here as well?" Jenny said.

"No, but I do crash here when I am working late on a session. Did you notice the bed?" he said with a mischievous smile.

Jenny laughed and looked at him with a hint of flirtation. "It certainly looks comfortable. Maybe if I get tired during the shoot I can take a nap."

At this we all laughed.

Sam brought the wine glasses to us.

"Cheers," he said, as we clanked glasses. We each took a sip, and then he looked at us and said, "Well, shall we get started?"

Initially, he basically just worked as a normal photographer would; placing us in comfortable and typical posed positions, nothing dirty or anything, but he would make conversation with us while taking shots. During breaks, we sipped wine, and soon enough, our wine sat/stood empty. 

"Can I get you two a refill?"

"Absolutely," I responded.

Jenny looked at me and said, "Are you sure? We are going to have to drive home you know."

"We'll be fine. Besides, I have purchased the long session so we can get some great shots!"

"OK. Well, if that's the case, I'll take one more."

Sam got the wine and brought it to her. As he handed it to her, their hands made contact and she looked him in the eyes, a little buzzed already, smiled and said, "Thank you, Sam. This is really a special experience."

His hand and hers stayed on the glass a moment, and he drank her in with his eyes, saying "It is my pleasure to photograph someone as beautiful as you."

We started again, but this time, Sam and I set our plan into motion. We began to work on her to be more open during the photo shoot. Sam acted very comfortable to make the situation fun and relaxed for her. He continued to compliment us both on our photogenic qualities, but he really became flirtatious with Jenny. He would say things like, "Make love to the camera" and "Give me your pouty lips, sexy lady, just like that beautiful." And she really warmed up to him! She would lower her gaze and giggle at everything he said. At one point, she even told him that he and I should switch places to make things more exciting. At that, Sam and I exchanged just a quick glance and knew that it was time for the real fun to begin.

"Will, I want you to kiss Jenny's Belly."

"OK." I obliged, bending down to my knees to kiss the soft fabric over her stomach.

Then he started asking us to get into some fun, "compromising positions," as a joke. We were both tipsy enough to agree and took all of his direction. He started by placing us in a position with me on top of her in missionary position. He moved in close and directed us to look like we were really in the moment and enjoying each other. Then he had Jenny ride me. She was really into it, actually. It was either the wine, the atmosphere or the combination, but when he said, "OK, sexy, show my what you look like getting off on your big man," her face curled up into an expression of pure orgasmic bliss. Finally, he had us get into a doggy style position. Even though we had all our clothes on, we both felt extremely close and sexual at this moment. She really played it up for the camera as he told her be dirty for him and camera. Sam looked at her and teased, "Porn star, baby, give me porn star!" She responded by staring and playing to the camera with every sexy expression she could muster. 

Finally, as this position came to an end he looked at us. "You two are really hot together! Why don't we have some real fun. Jenny, would you like to do some topless photos with your arm covering her breasts?"

She was a little hesitant at this, and then she looked at me and said, "Are you ok with this?"

"Love, this has been so much fun! We never have to show anyone these pictures, but I am sure we won't regret doing this. We can stop whenever you want, ok? I promise." 

"But I'm wearing a dress. If I go topless, I am just going to have to take the whole dress off. Are you sure you are ok with me just being here in my panties?"

"I know I'm fine with it," Sam interjected. "I actually do this more than you would expect, and I think you will photograph beautifully."

Jenny stared into my eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up, and she purred, "Ok. But when I say stop, this stops ok?" 

"Deal."

At this, she released the straps and pulled down her dress as Sam took shots. She really played it up for the camera, too, as if she was being shot by Playboy. When her dress completely dropped, Sam had me come behind her to unclasp her bra. Although my fingers shook with nervousness, I got the bra off and Jenny's arms covered her breasts. But as Sam continued to pose her, she took the initiative to drop her arms. She stood there with nothing but a black thong and then she dropped her crossed arms and willingly showed her breasts to him. There she stood, in front of another man with her 34 B size breast and hardened pink nipples there for him to see. 

After a few shots, she looked at us and said, "I have an idea... let's do some nude photos with my legs positioned so that nothing is showing through the camera lens." 

"Are you sure you want to take it to another level?" I asked. 

"Don't worry, I can use props and position my body so that I don't actually show anything."

"Are you sure you feel comfortable enough to do that here? We just met Sam and you're already about to get naked in front of him."

"Honey, it's not like that. This is for us; for something to remember someday and have beautiful pictures of. I don't feel dirty, I feel beautiful, like art."

"Well," Sam added, "you look beautiful, I must say. And this camera will really capture your skin nicely. I'm game if you are."

Jenny smiled, turned around, hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly pulled them down, bending over. 

"No pictures," she said, as she showed the slit of her pussy from the back.

"Not till you give me the go," Sam replied with his finger on the camera.

Jenny turned her body three quarters to him and began to smile sometimes delightfully and sometimes mischievously. He kept taking pictures at her body, with each new pose getting closer to revealing a new and exciting look while still maintaining some privacy. Then Sam said he had an idea.

"How about you to pose together – her nude and you clothed?"

"Sounds fun," I said and stepped into the shot.

After some shots, Sam suggested we placed ourselves into some really sexy and fun positions. First I laid down and she crawled on me, reverse cowgirl style while covering her pussy. After a few clicks, she spun around, placing her heated body all around me. Then I got up and stood with her between me and the camera while she got onto her knees.

"Oh, no -- looks like you're giving him head," he cheered shooting pics left and right. 

Eventually, due to the wine, atmosphere and just the sexiness of the situation, we started to kiss, making out a little while he kept shooting. Kissing led to petting, and petting led to me moving my mouth down and licking on her nipples. Her hand moved to my belt and snapped it wide open. Then just a quick release of clasp and a pull of a zipper, and my pants dropped to my ankles revealing my loose boxers. The kissing and touching become quicker and more passionate, and I finally took the biggest risk of the afternoon. I put my hands on the back of her head in a hope to guide her mouth to my hardening cock. I certainly craved her soft, warm mouth around my pulsing shaft, but more than that, I wanted my wife's bare ass and wet sex to be right in the line of vision with Sam. And she complied without a second of hesitation. Her head moved down to my waist, and she pulled my shorts down. I kneeled down so that she could work my cock while on all fours, and her hot mouth sucked over my cock and took me in; her tongue scraping the underside of my cock, and my cock head felt the back of her throat. 

"Baby, Sam is looking hot and bothered over your position--your bare ass is just staring at him," I told her while she glided her soft mouth of my stiffened member. She raised her ass, like presenting herself to him. A rush of nervous excitement overtook me.

"Love, he can see your sweet pussy and he's rubbing his cock under his pants. Sucking me off, she moaned when I told her this and moved her hand to her pussy to rub herself.

I explained to her in more detail what he was doing to his cock. Sam dropped his pants and stroke his cock through his underwear. 

"He just dropped his pants, and he is wearing these tight white briefs. His cock looks so big in them." She moaned deeper and stopped pleasing me as I described to her the size and crook of his cock growing and peeking up through his underwear. He stepped out of his clothes, put his camera down He has put the camera down and stroked his cock right in front of her pussy." She slurped on my cock—moaning more and more while playing with herself more furiously. 

"Wow...his long and thick cock is bigger than mine, and it's just bulging and pulsating as he strokes it while staring intently at your wet slit.

In the last act of true acceptance, she arched her back to expose her hungry sex to him She was totally lost in the heat of the moment.

"You better be careful. That bare cock is only feet from your pussy." Sam just became more excited to hear her slobbering on my cock, sucking wildly with anticipation of a strangers cock inside her pussy. He walked up behind her, and the moment of truth arrived. He placed the head of his penis, with just a bit of wet pre-cum on it, to the hot, wet mouth of her pussy. She froze with her lips around my cock and looked up at me when she felt his hard cock at the opening of her wet slit. Her eyes pleaded for me to give her the little nod of approval. I hesitated for just a moment, knowing that my deepest fantasy was about to be fulfilled, but also not knowing how this would change my life But after the briefest of moments, I gave her just the tiniest nod. When I did, Sam stood still as she slowly backed up on his dick. I watched her pussy lips curve inside as she takes his larger girth and size. Then the unexpected happened. She let my cock fall out of her mouth. His cock felt so good she could no longer concentrate on giving me pleasure. He moved his hips and pushed completely inside her while she groaned with deep, pure, animal lust. They stayed that way, lost in the moment of their sexual connection, and then she began to fuck him. She shoved forward, and his dick glistened slick with her pussy juices. She leaned back again, faster this time, going back and forth on his dick about 4-5 more strokes as he met her body stroke for storke. Their rhythem picked up as he grabbed her hips and fucked her exactly how he wanted. They moved together as one, and I gently moved to the side to get a closer view. They ignored me but suddenly, my wife pushed his hands off her hips and stopped moving.




The Shoot



"Wait," she panted.

Sam popped out of her as she pulled herself away from him. I was just a little confused until she stood, turned around and pushed him to the floor. Putting her legs over him and straddling his large, wet cock, she climbed on him and rode him. She rode him fast and hard, all the while ignoring me and my needs. They both moaned and clawed at each others bodies, moving as one. My ears and eyes were in shock as I watched my wife aggressively fuck the shit out of another man four feet from me. His wet and pink pussy lips climbed u and down his shaft, engulfing him with a lustful hunger. She let her breast fall into his moth, and he sucked hard on her nipple as she groaned. Her hips moved with a beautiful rhythm, up and down, up and down, with just a slight wiggle on the down stroke. She did moved on him I never recognized, and he was completely lost in her lust as she took her pleasure from him. And as Sam start to groan deeper and louder, Jenny reached down with her mouth and did the one thing I told her NOT to do, the one sacred thing I thought was only for us and our marriage...she kissed him and took his tongue in her mouth. With his tongue inside her mouth and his cock deep in her unprotected pussy, he burst inside her and moaned into her open mouth. At the very same moment, she came on top of him, moaning "Oh, my God. My pussy is so tight for you. Give it to me. Cum for me, baby, right inside me." Her pussy contracted on his cock...milking it and pulling every drop of lust out of his body. He came for what seemed like 5 minutes, pumping into her bare pussy. 

After a final push of bodies into each other, their movements slowed to the occasional twitch and a final stop. When completely finished, she kissed him softly on the mouth and crawled down his body. When he slipped out of her, a thick gob of his semen dripped out of her pussy and unto his thigh, followed by a stream of their mixed juices coming out of her gaping hole. This was my vision as she placed her mouth around his cock to clean her juices off. My wife had one goal in mind, and I had no part in this. My wife had one goal, and I with no part in it: to get him ready for Round Two, because she already wanted his thick cock inside her again ...

By Willsam

Edited by Ivan Ublyudok



The Shoot



He was twenty minutes late. Keith was never 5 minutes late, let alone twenty. Nicky twitched the curtains in the bay window but she couldn't make anything out of the ordinary on this bright summer morning. She'd done 5 shoots with him already... the only shoots she'd ever done outside personal pics for partners and playmates.

Butterflys batted around her tummy the same way they always did when a business contact was late. The reason for her doing shoots for her were a mixture... the money was welcome (although she certainly didn't need it) and she liked the idea of all those people looking at er... nude... spreadeagled... pleasuring herself. 

She'd lost count the amount of times she'd started daydreaming about the amount of orgasms she might have instigated. She smiled to herself.

And then movement at the gate... but not what she was expecting... not Keith. Someone taller, darker, younger. Keith looked like a slim version of Father Christmas. He was similarly genial. 

That's one of the reasons she'd asked if he could do the other shoots... she didn't like the idea of a dribbling old geezer trying to paw her in her own home. But he'd been such sweetheart... she actually suspected he was gay. He'd always talk about his beloved rockery all the while she was on all fours for him or spreading her legs.

The doorbell rang. Bloody hell, she thought, whoever this was she needed to get rid of him quick before Keith turned up with his tripods and silver umbrellas or whatever they were. Her feet raced down the stairs and at the back of her mind she rehearsed an excuse about having to pick up some turf from the garden centre (Hey! It was short notice for excuses). 

The doorbell rang again just as her hand palm made it to the handle. The door swung back and there stood someone with what looked suspiciously like a bag of camera equipment. A short awkward silence reigned while visitor and visitee took each other in. 

He broke the silence: "Er, Hi. I'm Joe... Keith can't make it... sciatica's playing up again, he said something about too much gardening...?" 

She was little like a rabbit in headlights for a second or two. The implications played out in her head... "... well... do i need to reschedule?" 

"No time I'm afraid, they've already signed me on as replacement and they want another shoot up by teatime... is... that OK? Is it an issue?" Nicky had reached the point where she had to make a decision... she knew she was well within her rights to call it off. 

But something naughty inside her had seen the potential for something here... for some fun. He wasn't bad looking... tall... deep brown hair, nice build and bluey green eyes. She liked bluey green eyes. 

"No, no that's fine. I just need to get changed and put some make-up on, love. Go get the rest of your stuff and I'll see you in a sec". Joe nodded, looking relieved he hadn't scared her off.

Nicky turned and skipped up the stairs just a little light headed... she liked it when life turned out these little intriguing quirks. She quickly exited her everyday clothes and replaced them with an ensemble of black stockings, black high heels, black lace boy shorts and a leather bustier. In her full length mirror she surveyed the overall effect... not too fucking shabby if she did say so herself. 

She thought about the stranger downstairs and what she had planned... and her right hand moved to the gusset of her knickers and gently stroked herself with her fingertips. A shiver of excitement passed up her spine as the muscles in her thighs began to tighten with pleasure. That unmistakable sensation of the blood rushing to the base of her pelvis. She emitted a small purr of pleasure... better get my warpaint on, she thought.

That accomplished, she tiptoed downstairs, the tingle still warm between her legs and her cheeks still flushed with the thought of how this would feel. She smiled warmly at him and surveyed the amassed photographic gubbins. 

"You have everything you need? A drink of anything? Keith sometimes has a whisky... " Distractedly, while fiddling with some light meter he accepted the offer with a a shy nod... very interesting Nicky thinks... he's shy... maybe you could go so far to say embarrassed. "Is this your first time doing this work?"

"Yes... bit of a career change... only done weddings and christenings so far... but, i need the work." 

"Don't worry," she said with mischievous smile, "I'll show you the ropes."

She returned with the malt which he bolted like it was tap water. "Well we've not shot on this sofa before, so we could just do it here. OK to start?" and she sat down exaggerating the height difference between them. Looking up, she gave I'm her sweetest innocent girly smile and signaled she was ready to start. 

He positioned himself behind the camera but then hesitantly inquired... 

"um... how do you normally pose... I'm assuming you don't need much direction... I... I... mean I've seen the site... and ones like it... um... " She tried to hide the smile forcing its way onto her lips... poor darling, he's genuinely spooked. 

"Don't worry... WHEN i need you I'll tell you what to do."

She started with a few standing shots hand on hip, hand moving to her groin and one last one with fingers pushed down the front of her panties (she felt her wetness without even delving very far). Things moved on to her sitting down, legs pulled up, then spread a little then fully splayed. 

Each time she rearranged herself she explained slowly what she was doing, holding his gaze all the time. The thought that he was only eight feet away, watching her display herself was making her feel a little light headed... it felt so naughty. When she pulled the bustier down and showed him her already hard nipples she felt giddy. 

But when she peeled her panties to one side, THATS when she realised that real exhibitionism, rather than via a monitor, made her feel high. Click, flash reverberated round the room again. Her eyes dropped from the lens to her pussy... Jesus, it was sopping. She had left a smudge of slime on the sofa... 

"OK. (pulling bustier off and placing knickers around her ankles) One like this... click, flash... and then (knickers off totally)... one like this" She turned and dropped to all fours, looking over her shoulder. She caught a sight of the bulge in his trousers and took a deep, excited breath. "OK... you'll need to put the cuffs on... over there", she nodded to the silver manacles on the sideboard. 

"Oh... er... yeah, i see." He awkwardly shuffled, hopelessly trying to disguise his predicament... and she loved it. Fluttering her eyelashes at him she placed her wrists at the base of her spine. His hands delicately guided her hands in the cuffs and the sensation of this absolute stranger just behind her naked, bent ass delighted her. Her thighs tensed together. 

A few more pics and then she decided to take it up a level. "For the next one you'll need to spank me... so that you leave a hand print you can get a decent picture of... the punters love that... " 

"Really?" 

"Uh-huh." He shuffled over again, camera in hand. He placed it down then awkwardly attempted what is best described as a pat. 

"Can you see the hand print?" she asked. 

"No, not really." 

"You have to do it a LOT harder... its OK. I don't mind." He tried again, harder, but not hard enough. "Hold my hip with your other hand... you'll have better purchase" she suggested. He did so and the feeling of his warm firm hand on her flesh felt gorgeous. He brought his hand up then down... SMACK. 

"Do it again... you have to do it a few times to leave a mark" His face as red as her ass, he complied. *Smack, Smack, SMACK" She groaned with the tingle of shame and pleasure united. She's sure her wetness was trickling down the inside of her thigh but she couldn't check.

He finally got the picture required and removed the cuffs at her request. She knew what she wanted now. 

"You need some close ups. Come here." She laid on her back and raised her knees to her chest exposing ALL of herself to him. He aimed the lens and she pulled her labia back with her fingertips... each time he completed a picture, she spread herself further. 

Then one, then two then three fingers exploring inside herself. The pattern of her movements switched from posing her digits, to just openly masturbating. Joe kept shooting, but she could tell he was feeling both awkward and aroused. His face was no more than three feet from her engorged slit as she coated her fingers with more and more of her goo. 

Her other hand slunk round her behind. "Just one like this as well... i think the dirty ones like this". And now she was fucking herself in both holes... pushing further, putting on an obscene show for this almost unwilling audience. And right at that thought she felt the energy gather at her root of her spine. 

The tingle passed up the back of her legs then up her back again and finally that unmistakable fuzz, deep in her brain as all sensation dropped to that two inch square right at the point that her fingers were mercilessly stroking. She came. Her knees locked against her as the juices flowed, trickling briefly out of her down past her asshole and onto the sofa.

"Uh... wow. I... er got all that." Joe looked genuinely shocked... maybe even little impressed. Her panting leveled out, her heartbeat returned to its resting state, but she felt wonderful. Her lust hadn't gone, but she wanted to redirect it. 

She wanted to make him feel good... she felt a connection with him now he'd witnessed her like that. She didn't even know his second name, but he knew what she looked and sounded like when she climaxed. 

"Barry, the site owner, told me about the new pics he wants to finish now... for all the girls... " Joe looked confused. 

"Didn't he mention? Keith was meant to be coming with a bloke... we were going to make it look like the camera man was getting... this sucked" she lied. And she leaned forward and placed her hand on his bulge. He inhaled sharply 

"No... I couldn't... I don't even know you... " 

"I don't mind... i'm just doing my job... i'm not taking any pleasure... " accompanied by a very solemn, honest face. 

She slipped off the stained sofa, onto her knees and crawled to him. He was frozen, and didn't know what to do. She did. Her fingers popped the buttons on his fly, and gently pulled them down. 

"Its OK... we're just getting some pictures, love." His boxers came down next and then she tenderly kissed the inside of his thigh. Soft butterfly kisses followed up to his groin and she felt his hard cock against the side of her face.

"Don't forget the pictures" she whispered with a wink of her blue eyes. And with that she took the first of his 7 inches in her mouth and sucked at the hot crown. Precum collected on her tongue and she allowed it to trickle down her throat as she rhythmically slid her mouth back and forth. 

Click, flash The sound of the camera heightened her emotions. She never felt anything while they were being taken by Keith. Now she felt like a performer... an artist and a slut... both at the same time.

She now took as much as she could of him. Looking up, she could see her own reflection in the lens, her mouth hungrily swallowing his thick flesh, the saliva and precum mix collecting at the corners of her mouth. She felt his balls start to tense in her hands. 

She saw his hands tremble, trying to control the camera as his orgasm built. 

"The picture Barry wants is of your cum on my face Joe." And that tipped him over the edge. She sensed him rising up on his tiptoes, unsteady. He began to stoop and grunt but maintained control. Nicky put her head back and opened her mouth, jerking him fast. 

Click, flash: the first spurt traced a line from her chin all the way to her brow. Click, flash The second landed mostly in her mouth, the hot salty tang exciting her more than ever. click flash the final ones continue to drench her until he is spent and the camera stops emitting sounds and light.

Joe's knees buckled and he fell in a heap next to her. Both looked at the other then smiled a mixture of excited and shocked smiles. "I have a confession" Nicky said... "... we didn't really need to do that last shot." :)



The Shoot



"Action!" the director yelled.

Jenny leaned forward on her hands and knees, intent on licking Simone's spread pussy. As she lowered her head, she exposed her own moistly pouting pussy and the puckered rosebud of her anus to Adam's admiring gaze. He moved forward on the bed so that he was directly behind her, and then slowly rubbed the swollen tip of his long hard cock against the soft lips of Jenny's cunt, enjoying the jolts of sensation that ran through his cock, down to his heavy, aching balls. He watched Jenny slide her tongue inside Simone's beautiful pussy and then, unable to hold back any longer, plunged his throbbing cock inside her.

Jenny gasped and turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Fuck me hard," she said. "Make me come."

Adam pulled his cock part way out of her moist warmth, then slammed it back in, loving – as always – the feel of Jenny's hot cunt around his cock.

"I'm going to ream your cunt out," he said, hating the trite dialogue the director insisted they had to say in this film – and in all of the other films they had made with him.

Jenny eagerly pushed her face back in between Simone's spread legs and continued tonguing her. Simone's hips bucked. Adam began a rhythmic fucking stroke, thrusting his cock in and out, his balls slapping the backs of Jenny's thighs, his hands gripping her arse hard. Jenny began pushing back onto his cock, her head moving forwards and backwards in time to his thrusts.

"Slap her arse!" the director yelled. "Then say your lines."

Adam raised his hands and slapped them both down hard on Jenny's round, firm buttocks. Jenny groaned and writhed. Adam lifted his hands, saw the red hand marks and slapped both buttocks again.

"You like that, don't you, you bitch?"

"Yes," Jenny groaned. "Do it again. Harder."

Simone got up and moved around behind Jenny's arse.

"Let me spank her," she begged.

Adam pulled his glistening cock out of Jenny's cunt and moved around to where her head rested on the bed. He pulled her head up and fed his cock into her mouth.

She sucked hard on it, knowing he was near to coming. Adam heard a hard slapping sound and looked up to see Simone furiously spanking Jenny's reddening buttocks.

"And... cut!" yelled the director. "Well done everybody," he added.

Adam reluctantly pulled his pulsating cock out of Jenny's warm mouth and Simone stopped spanking her buttocks. The three of them relaxed on the bed, waiting for the next set of instructions from the director. The harsh halogen lights were switched off and the air around the bed immediately cooled. Simone reached for her kimono.

"Someone to see you, Adam," the director called.

Adam looked up, past the three cameramen, who were busy rearranging the positions of their cameras, ready for the next piece of filming. The director indicated a man standing in the tiny warehouse office. "Don't be too long," he told Adam. "Time is money."

Pompous prick! Adam thought, as he got up, pulled his dressing gown on, and patted Jenny's bottom affectionately.

"If it's another job," Jenny said, "make sure you tell him we come as a package."

"Of course," Adam said, looking fondly at his two favorite women. He crossed the warehouse and entered the tiny perspex cubicle, closing the door behind him.

"Good morning, Mister Walsh," the stranger said.

"Hello," Adam responded, wondering who his visitor was, examining him carefully for clues. He was about the same height as Adam, had thick red hair, a chubby face, a goatee beard and wore expensive clothes. There was a distinct military bearing about him which Adam felt he was trying to hide. "How can I help you?"

"I'm Neil Atwell and I run Ardent Productions, a small film company," the man said. "I like your style and could use you in my next feature."

"How did you hear about me?" Adam asked.

"You do have something of a reputation in this industry," the red-haired man said, grinning thinly. "It wasn't difficult to locate you."

"I'm impressed by your powers of deduction," Adam lied, "but I usually work with those two ladies out there. We come as a package."

The man looked out of the office, focusing his gaze on Jenny and Simone, who were chatting together, Jenny smoking a cigarette, Simone lying back against the pillows, her hand busy beneath her kimono. The man watched them for a few seconds, and then looked back at Adam.

"Well," he said reluctantly, "we already have some very gifted actresses cast for the central roles. I don't know if the remaining parts will be big enough for them."

Adam turned to the door. "Then I'm sorry I can't help you, Mister Atwell. Thanks for the offer anyway."

"Your role will earn you five thousand pounds," Atwell said casually, as Adam opened the door. He shut it immediately and turned to Atwell. 

"Five thousand! That's double the normal rate for a full length feature. Why are you prepared to pay so much for me? You could get Geoff Banks or Larry Long – who are both good – for the going rate."

"Oh, I know they're good, I've seen them at work," Atwell said.

"So why me?" Adam asked.

"The other two gentlemen you mentioned don't have your... attributes," Atwell said smoothly. "Mister Banks is fine for novelty films, but that's about all, and Mister Long is too young for the central role of the film I'm making. You are the right person, Mister Walsh."

"But you've nothing for Jenny or Simone?"

"Oh, I might be able to give them a few minutes of screen time," Atwell said off-handedly, "but nothing much. It's not them I want."

"But why the high wages?"

Atwell shrugged. "Your salary is on a par with what I'm paying everyone else in the film. I can afford to pay it because I have an unofficial contract with a major film and distribution company." He named the company. "You may have heard of them," he added lightly.

"Of course. They're probably the biggest film company in the world."

"Yes. And my contract with them guarantees that my film will be one of the biggest-selling unofficial titles in the world." He paused for a few seconds. "Do we have a deal, Mister Walsh?"

Adam hesitated, wanting to say no, but finding the prospect of the large payment alluring. He reasoned that he could split a thousand between Simone and Jenny and still come out on top. He nodded.

"Okay, Mister Atwell, we have a deal."

Atwell stuck his hand out and Adam shook it, sealing the transaction. Atwell then took a beige envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Adam. "You'll find a one thousand pounds advance and a sheet of paper containing the time and location in there. Filming starts tonight. Just come on your own for the preliminaries – your young ladies can come on the second day. Please bring your passport and driving license with you for identification and set insurance purposes. See you at the shoot."

Adam nodded, and then left the office, moving back towards the bed.

Adam shot his spunk into Simone's mouth and she swallowed, and then licked the end of his cock with delicate tongue strokes. Then she slid his cock out of her mouth, and looked at his lean body. Sex was always better when there were no cameras; when it wasn't a job.

"So we get five hundred each," she said. "That's not too bad for a few minutes work, is it?"

The question was directed at Jenny, who was sitting on Adam's face, her eyes shut, her body swaying gently as Adam probed her cunt with his tongue.

"Don't distract me," she moaned, "I'm nearly there." She speeded up her movements, wriggling fervently as Adam's tongue brushed the walls of her swollen pussy.

She came magnificently, her mouth open wide, panting furiously, her eyes scrunched with pleasure, her body taut, her vagina pulsing with pleasure.

Beneath her, Adam felt a gush of wet warmth hit his face. Most of it went into his mouth and he drank it greedily, loving the taste of Jenny's orgasm. He felt her slump across him and he stayed still for a moment, holding her gently, stroking her perfect buttocks.

"It's five hundred each, possibly six, and all you have to do is what you normally do," Adam said.

"When do you check it out?" Jenny asked drowsily.

"Tonight," Adam said. "In about an hour."

"A night shoot," Simone said. "Where?"

"A place near Stonehenge named Exmoor Forest," Adam supplied.

"Witchcraft?" Jenny asked.

"Vietnam?" Simone suggested.

Adam shrugged. "I don't know yet."

Jenny sat up suddenly. "Adam, this afternoon, after you'd told us about your meeting with Atwell, I took the liberty of ringing a few people. No one I know has ever heard of Neil Atwell or Ardent Productions."

Adam got up off the king-sized bed. 

"He might be new to the business."

"Be careful," Jenny warned.

"Yes, be careful," Simone reiterated.

Adam walked back to the bed and crouched down. He wrapped his arms around both of them, hugging them tight. He thought the world of these two young ladies and would do whatever was needed to keep them – and himself – safe.

"Don't worry, I will," he said. "And now, I'd better get ready."

He went into the bathroom and showered. In the spare room, he dressed in khaki trousers and a yellow shirt. He pulled on a pair of beige socks and slipped his favorite boots on. He took his leather jacket off its hanger and put it on. He made sure he had his keys, passport, license and his wallet, and then went back into the bedroom.

Jenny and Simone were in a sixty-nine position, Simone on top. He could hear loud slurping sounds. Jenny had a vibrator in her hand. 

Adam grinned broadly. He'd join them later. He left the house and got into his car. He drove to the motorway, the image of Jenny and Simone licking each other out, along with thoughts about the film he'd soon be starring in making his cock swell and harden.

Adam turned the car into the entrance to Exmoor Forest. He drove down the bumpy track, past trees that seemed to reach out twiggy fingers for him. He found the car park easily enough. There was one car parked there; Atwell was standing waiting, dressed in a long dark coat.

Adam got out of the car and crossed to the filmmaker.

"Where's the set?" Adam asked, looking around, but unable to see any actors, crew, or filming equipment.

"We have had to set it up a little way back," Atwell said. "Otherwise, the lights would draw attention to us and our activities."

"Of course," Adam said.

"Follow me," Atwell said. He turned and began to walk along a narrow path.

Adam followed him deeper into the forest, a sense of unease beginning to creep over him.

Where's the set?

Abruptly, they came out into a clearing. Neil Atwell turned fast. It was light enough for Adam to see the pistol he held in his hand. Atwell was pointing it at Adam's lurching heart.

"What's going on?" Adam asked, trying to keep his voice from sounding as scared as he actually felt.

"You don't need to know," Atwell said abruptly. "Move over to the trench," he ordered.

"What trench?"

Atwell flicked a torch on and shone it across the clearing. Adam followed the beam to its end. At the base of a small tree was a freshly-dug trench.

"That trench. Now move."

Suddenly the whole clearing was lit up by the glare of several searchlights. At the same time, the forest was filled with several flashing blue lights and the sounds of barking dogs, sirens and shouting voices. Adam froze; so did Atwell.

"NEIL ATWELL! a huge voice boomed, "THIS IS THE POLICE! PUT DOWN YOUR GUN AND RAISE YOUR HANDS!"

As the megaphoned voice began to repeat the order, a policeman stepped into the clearing, brandishing a pistol. Another policeman and two policewomen, also brandishing pistols did the same on the opposite side of the clearing. 

Atwell dropped his gun and raised his hands. Adam watched in amazement as Geoff 'Eleven' Banks walked over to Neil Atwell, lowered his arms behind his back and slipped a pair of handcuffs onto Atwell's wrists.

"Take him to the car," he heard Larry Long say. Geoff Banks turned and led Neil Atwell away.

Adam got to his feet and looked carefully at the two policewomen. Recognition dawned.

"What's going on, Jenny?" he asked as Larry picked up Atwell's gun and put it into his uniform jacket pocket.

"We didn't trust him," Jenny said, walking over to Adam, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him long and hard.

"Tell me everything," Adam said, when they broke for air. "Why all this?"

"Well," Simone answered, taking off the police cap, "we couldn't call the police, just in case there really was a film being made..."

"...So I phoned Larry and Geoff, and they agreed to help us," Jenny finished.

"Of course. Anything to help my friends," Larry said. "Incidentally, unlike ours, Atwell's gun was real."

"He was going to kill me!" Adam exclaimed.

"You're going to have to tell it to the police," Jenny said. "Maybe they can find out why."

"Whatever his reasons, between you, you've all saved my life," Adam said. "How can I ever repay you?"

He saw Jenny and Simone exchange a look he couldn't quite interpret and then Larry grinned.

"Let me turn the special effects off," Larry said, and let's get Mister Atwell to the nearest police station, and then we'll discuss it."

"And... Action!" the director yelled.

Jenny moved her body down slowly and Adam felt his lubricated cock slide up inside her arse. He watched as Larry Long slid his big cock into her cunt. Above his head he saw some of Geoff Banks's cock disappear into Jenny's mouth. Simone moved forward and began licking Geoff's arse.

"Good," yelled the director. "Very good. Now fuck like you mean it!"

They all did.