7 comments/ 233724 views/ 25 favorites A True Slut's Tales Ch. 01 By: Dirty Slut A True Slut’s Tales: The Honeymoon Introduction: A true slut is willing to try anything once. I’ve heard more than one guy say that they’d drag their balls through a mile of broken glass just to see up my skirt. Oh sure I’ve got breasts that, like my ass, are more than a hand full. And my waist is tucked in so that most men’s fingers touch when they use both hands. But seriously, so what? I’m sure I don’t understand this battle of the sexes bullshit, or the Mars, Venus crapola. I’m a person, just like everyone else, and being human, once my older brother by two years raped me, as a teenager, and broke my cherry, I knew that I too loved sex. Okay, so I’m still uncertain as to whether I seduced him, or that he actually did rape me that first time, but it was fun nevertheless, even if it did hurt at first. In any event, I was on the pill already, and never got pregnant by him, however it did bend my mind just enough to make me feel sluttish from that point on. So when the time came I helped pay for my college tuition by becoming a part time stripper, and part time female escort before meeting my second true love: Black cock. Before Joseph, my hair was a mousy brown, but since he had a thing for blonds I dyed the hair on my head platinum blond, and shaved the rest completely bare before waxing it all away later. He started pimping me out to his black friends soon after our one-month anniversary, and that ended that relationship. I had no real problem attracting every black cock within a 50-mile radius all on my own, but none of the men connected to those black cocks had more than a weekend in my bed on their minds at the most. And then I met my third true love, Arthur Hillcrest, III. “I’d eat a bucket of her turds just to see where they came from,” Arthur said one day just as I passed by outside of Chemistry 101. I stopped dead in my tracks then with Trina my best friend giggling beside me, and with a half turn towards him, and his group of friends said; “That CAN be arranged, you know.” Having the richest boy on campus crawling around behind me at every turn isn’t the worst way to finish the freshman year. And becoming engaged to him in my sophomore year at the age of 18 pretty much made me the hottest babe, popularity wise, from then on. Seducing his father on our first weekend at his family’s estate pretty much insured our wedding plans, and finding out afterwards that Arthur had watched the whole thing from a hidden two way mirror while jacking off set the life style for our future as a married couple. I knew then that this was true love as my future husband was a natural born cuckold. Hell, he hadn’t even fucked me yet. Nor was he going to until we officially tied the knot. But I changed my hair color to a Strawberry blond just to show my commitment to the family, and by his father’s request. After all, the man had a juicy big cock that any black man would have applauded, and an inherited kinky nature with a frog tongue that any woman could cherish. Okay, so I like to fuck! And maybe I am a little submissive with the right guys. So sue me. I’m no different from you, and if you’re reading this then you think about sex as much as I do. Like I always say, if fucking didn’t feel good then why are there over 4 billion people on this planet? If I don’t conform to your idea of the typical girl next door, with all that romantic horse shit cluttering up my mind, well then tough shit. Move to another neighborhood. I spread my legs for anyone I want to. Just because I’m a female doesn’t make me a tramp for doing that. If I was a guy they’d give me an award, or at the very least a great nickname, right? Maybe something like Cunt, or Cock hound? Personally, I like them both. My first black lover, Joseph, use to call me his little white Nigger Pussy, but I think that suggests ownership, and I’m nobody’s person, but myself. I am woman, hear my vibrator roar, and sniff my crotch, Period! I continued fucking Arthur’s father George Hillcrest for the next two years, and right through my graduation from college, and Arthur’s passing of the bar, and right up to and including just before Arthur, and I were legally wed. In fact by the time Arthur put his 7-inch dingy up my slit for the very first time on our wedding night he was getting sloppy fourths as his father, his father’s father Arthur II, the chauffer, and the black bartender who was part of the catering crew at our wedding reception had already fucked me. I’ll give Arthur this he was great at eating out all of that toxic slime dripping out of my love canal. Though he did get shorted on the dick side as his father, and grandfather had much bigger cocks, he had inherited their talented tongues, and the Hillcrest’s kinky nature. Believe me, no woman could have had it better off than I did marrying a rich natural born cuckold like Arthur Hillcrest the third. There’s nothing he likes more than to watch me fuck some other man’s cock, especially as I was about to find out, a black man with a big cock with plenty of cum in his balls. And there’s nothing I like more than pleasing that twisted side of the Hillcrest nature. Chapter One: Sunrise in the tropics was everything the tourist pamphlets suggested that it would be. But it wasn’t the sun leaking into our bedroom suite at one in the afternoon that woke me. It was the wet spot on my side of the bed that chilled me awake. Most of which was from my new husband, and not the other four men who had screwed me on our wedding day, the previous day, in fact just yesterday. Arthur had already licked all of their scum out of me before dumping his own in my slippery well-stretched haven most of last night. So far, being married to Arthur didn’t feel much different than being single. I’d hardly even felt his seven inches after taking on those other four cocks, none of which was smaller than ten inches in length, and bigger than one of my hands can wrap around. But Arthur’s enthusiastic tongue had already made up for his deficiencies as far as I was concerned. So I had no real complaints, other than the wet spot my ass was soaking in. The darling man looked angelic, and somewhat stupidly innocent in his sleep making little snorting sounds as he breathed. And a quick look under the sheets gave me an idea for a little mischievous fun at his expense. I quietly slipped out of bed, and went over to our suitcases, and opened mine up. It didn’t take me long to find the cock and ball harness with the attached butt plug that George had given me as a wedding present, and I soon had Arthur’s engorged genitals saddled up, and ready for the first day of our honeymoon’s sexual activities. I held off putting the butt plug in until I had his wrists, and ankles handcuffed to the four posts of our bed. He woke up just as I shoved it all the way in. “Hey?!!” He cried out. “What the hell?” “Easy dear,” I replied, snaking my fingers through his chest hair, “I’m just getting you ready for your first training session is all.” “T… training session?” “Yes, your father insisted on it,” I said. “He wants you to become the perfect cuckold,” then imitating George’s voice, “or I’ll know the reason why.” “So why all the leather, and chain mail, babe?” “Now you see, hon, that’s one of your problems right there. I may be a babe to most men, but to you I’m a wife now,” and I flicked a finger at his upright tower of helplessness. “You need to learn to respect me, as well as adore, and love me sweetheart, and that’s what we’re going to work on through our entire honeymoon. Now you just lay there and think about that while I shower up, and get ready for my first adulterous lover.” I took my time, making sure to clean away all of the previous days carnage, and caked on slime before leaving the shower. Then I did my ritual waxing naked on the bed with Arthur raptly attentive to my every move. I could tell right off that he loved watching me wax my bald crotch the most. And I’m sure he would have cum just from watching my raunchy display of my naked crotch if he hadn’t had that harness strangling his cock and balls to stop him. In fact the head of his cock was almost purple it was so crimson with all of the blood draining from his brain into it. The waxing took most of an hour to complete, then I showed him how I painted my nails so that he could do it for me in the future. Then I carefully applied my makeup, and perfume before calling room service, and ordering us a continental breakfast. That gave me plenty of time to put on a pair of sheer black seamed nylons, a black satin garter belt, a quarter cup bra, black leather pumps, and a sheer black full-length nylon gown in which to greet room service in. “How do I look?” I asked Arthur doing a complete turn around as room service knocked at our door. “You look better than a porno star, sweet heart,” he grumbled, and struggled in his bonds. “Yes, I know, your father thinks I’ll be able to make a great deal of money on the internet once he sets up a site for me. Which reminds me, you’ll need to purchase a video, and a digital camera after I’m done with this guy. So don’t get any ideas about dipping that silly little wick into me until we go to bed tonight, darling. I’ll need you to record all of the action after this. Now let’s see how you act when a stranger is doing your wife, shall we.” I opened the door, and let what looked like the ugliest, withered old black man I’d ever seen push the cart with our food on it into the suite right up next to the foot of the bed. Old being the operative word in his case. His cornrow like kinky hair gave him a bent over look that made both Arthur, and I openly gawk. “Here’s your damn breakfast, lady,” he grouched, then mumbled loud enough under his breath so that we’d hear; “damn tourists can’t even get up to eat breakfast at a decent time o...” His mouth kept moving but he no longer said anything as he took all of me in his sight, and began openly drooling; “Holy shit!” He spat out after looking me up and down several times. “Girl, do you know you’re nekid under that thing?” And when I nodded, and smiled seductively, reaching out to grab that sausage growing in his pants leg he added; “I think I jus’ done died, and gone to whitey heaven!” “It sure feels like some rigga-mortous has set in here,” I said squeezing his stiff dick through his pant’s leg as his left hand went behind me, and cupped my white ass. “What about the stiff on the bed?” He whispered, dipping a finger into my slit through my robe from behind. “He likes to watch,” I replied as I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his trousers. “Isn’t he your husband?” And his black hand went from my ass up to my throat to untie my sheer black robe, then slipped it off of me as I pulled his trousers down. It was like a spring uncoiling the way his long thick black cock jumped out at me when it was released from the confines of his hotel uniform. A quick look Arthur’s way gave me all the permission I needed to take that ebony pole into my hands, and bend down to kiss the head of it. My tongue slipped out to slurp up the drop of pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip. It had a slightly nutmeg-ish taste to it, which I suspected was mostly due to the lipstick I’d smeared on it. But the smell of Zest soap that permeated his crotch area was a welcome fragrance to be sure. “Oh yeah,” it came out of the old black man like a coyote howling at the moon. “Never had no married white slut suck my dick before, hell, I ain’t never had any white slut before.” “Then you deserve the whole package, Mr….?” “Call me Dell,” he introduced himself, then took a slight bow, “my son owns this hotel, and he was a little short handed today. My wife has been dead for a couple of years now, and I had nothing else to do, so I came in to help him. Talk about a piece of good luck, eh?” “I’d say you hit the jackpot, old man,” Arthur put in his two cents worth. I pulled away from Dell then, and went to my suitcase again to pull out the ball gag for Arthur’s mouth. A minute later Dell and I were rolling around on the floor in a classical 69 with him on top of me. His little goatee tickled my clitty as his tongue did the two-step way up inside of my moist hot center turning me all liquidy from that point on. There’s nothing like looking up at a cute black ass when you’ve got the cock attached to it half way down your throat all of the time. Watching it clench, and unclench that little dark puckered ring between those bubble tight cheeks as he fucked my mouth just made my heart throb, my titties tingle, and my pussy go into total meltdown. It took all of my willpower to spit out his cock long enough to wiggle my tongue up that puckered winking little hole for a little taste, but I did, and more than once at that. In fact I think I had my head up his black ass with my whole tongue in his anal canal when my first orgasm slammed into me. My thighs squeezing Dell’s head tight to keep him from pulling that snake tongue of his out of my own crotch while I came in his oral cavity. The bedroom had taken on the decidedly raunchy smell of hot pussy by this time, and with Arthur moaning close at hand with his ass in the wet spot on the bed, Dell pulled me up off of the floor. We took a moment to uncuff Arthur’s right side, and rolled him to the left to recuff him so that we had most of the bed for ourselves then. In less time than it takes to tell it, I was on my back on the mattress, and Dell was crawling up between my widely spread ivory thighs dragging his stiff onyx bat on the soiled bed linen. The look of a hungry, even if somewhat ancient wolf sculpted on his face as he stopped at my breasts to suckle at each nipple before moving upward. Three sets of eyes were glued to his big black prick as it nudged up against my open petaled flower. And everybody held their breath as his ass sank down, and his big black cock split into my little, wet, bald, white snatch. My own breath whooshing out of my lungs as his penis was buried to the hilt in my vagina, right up against my cervix. And damned if it didn’t feel like an elephant had jammed his trunk up there. I started to cum then, and as Dell started a nice steady in and out, back and forth fucking motion, I just kept on cuming for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes. I figured out later that it was my first of many multiple orgasms to come. A quick look over at Arthur as Dell snuggled up to lick at my right earlobe told me all I needed to know about what my husband thought of me fucking this strange old black man. And I smiled knowingly at his helplessness to jerk off while watching us fornicate right next to him in our wedding bed. His cock now a distinctively vivid deep purple inside of that cock and ball harness, and I swear his balls actually looked a little blue-ish, too. I had another multiple orgasm machine gun through my flesh when Dell came deep inside of my pussy, up against my cervix. And two more when he fucked me in the ass as I was squatting over Arthur’s face draining Dell’s last load out of my cunt while he dumped his second wad up my butt. I don’t think there’s anything quite as raunchy as having a big black cock fucking my white ass, and Arthur agreed with this later the next morning before he took sloppy sixths from me. We uncuffed Arthur after we made him lick both of us clean with his tongue, and I sent him out to go purchase the cameras, tapes, and whatever he needed to video the rest of our stay at Hotel Lagoona Dell Shores. I allowed Arthur to take off the cock and ball harness long enough to wank away his hardon, then kicked him out of the room as Dell took me down on the carpet on all fours doggy fashion next. By the time Arthur returned with his camera equipment Dell had left to procure the second wave for me. I had plenty of time then to soak in a hot bubble bath, and freshen up as Arthur set up everything in the bedroom, and the maid came in to change the bed linen, and leave extra towels, and sheets as I’d requested. I was just finishing up powdering my body when the knock at the door came. “Don’t just stand there with your dick hanging out,” I yelled out, “answer the door, and let them in.” I entered the bedroom from the bathroom naked save for my high-heeled pumps this time. And Dell introduced his son, Jerry, and his twin grandsons Seth, and Able before leaving to go back to work. Dell said he’d return later after his shift, and once his energy reserve kicked in. But just to go ahead, and make the movies with his progeny in the mean time. Jerry’s salt and pepper hair gave him the mature appearance of being around 45 years old, and his sons, who both shaved their heads, had to be at least 25 years old. Making me wonder just how old Dell really was. But one thing was for certain, and that was that Dell’s heirs had inherited his massive sexual appendage, as there wasn’t a black cock in the room under ten inches in length, and thick as my wrists once they’d shed their clothes. Making a film for my web site turned out to be harder than I thought. We only had the one video camera, and Arthur kept yelling out; “Cut!” whenever he had to change the angle, or zoom in or out, or move the camera for a better view before yelling out; “Action!” Still, even as troublesome as it was, I was able to cum several times while having a black cock in my mouth, pussy, and ass at the same time. And the grand finale where all three men came jerking off onto my face, neck, and chest at the same time turned out wonderful after the editing process, once we returned home. In all it took three hours to make an hour long porno, but it turned out great as I had cum dripping out of every stretched out hole I owned, and a lot more all over the front of me at the end. I looked like a freshly glazed, and dripping donut when they were finished. The powder I had applied after my bath made me look ghostly white next to all of that black flesh adding just that much more to the film’s title: “Dirty Married White Slut.” Dell came by after the shoot as promised, and invited us out to dine with him over at the casino. Of course Arthur insisted on paying for everything, including the gambling we did after dinner. I pretty much stayed with Dell holding onto his elbow as he won over five thousand dollars playing craps, and Arthur videoed us together having fun. “I guess this really was your lucky day,” I said as Dell cashed in before we headed back to the hotel, and a sexual marathon that lasted until sunrise the next day. I can’t be sure, but I think Arthur fucked me while I was fast asleep after Dell left, but as I was totally exhausted by then I could have cared less. In all, I fucked close to 35 different black men during our two-week honeymoon. Arthur, mostly had to be contented with jacking off while I was awake after the first day, but he loved every minute of our stay down there he told me on the flight home. And he couldn’t wait to get at the film studio his father had promised to put in our new house once we got home. After all, he had plenty of video tape to edit, and all of the planning for my future porno films to make. A True Slut's Tales Ch. 02 A True Slut’s Tales: II After The Honeymoon A Simple Recapping: There are certain times in a woman’s life, like when she is down on all fours naked, or knocked up, that we feel like nothing more than a trophy cow at an auction. I’m referring to those times when our breasts are just hanging from our chest, (with our asses hanging up there in the wind,) or filled with milk for our unborn child. It’s times like that when we want a man to understand our feelings of exposed vulnerability the most, but they rarely, if ever, do. There is only one position that we actually feel some small bit of control when dealing with men, and that is when we are the ones on top. And even then if two men are involved, that means we are only on top of one of them at any given time while the other is literally shafting us in the ass. For a feminist this is an impossible situation to live with, but for a slut like me, it’s simply heaven here on Earth. I’d fucked, or sucked close to 35 black men most of whom I made wear condoms on our honeymoon to Arthur’s visual, and video delight, but the best sex had been with Dell, and his heirs that owned, and worked at our hotel. Which is probably why it was only 35 black men instead of 50 or more. Having those four men, of three generations of the same family fucking, and cuming in me in every hole I owned at the same time was absolute bliss as far as I was concerned. And I vowed to return to them next year if I wasn’t knocked up. I can still remember the feeling of vulnerability, as if I were a Holstein cow being bred by four prized Black Angus bulls, whenever they took me while I was down on all fours. You know what I’m talking about? It’s that feeling of being used like you were no better than a side of beef. I love that feeling. That is if I’m with the right man. My husband Arthur will never be that kind of man, and I never assumed he would be. Arthur is a born cuckold, a man who loves nothing better than taking sloppy seconds from his wife after any other man has had her. And I love that about Arthur, it puts me on top in our relationship, no matter how many men are involved at any given time. I guess you could say that’s why I’m a true slut, and now a married one at that. I’d fucked both Arthur’s dad, George, and his grandfather Arthur II before marrying Arthur. I’ve even fucked my own brother when we were in our teens. So you can believe me when I say that I really am a true slut. But it wasn’t until shortly after our honeymoon that I began to feel like a real dirty low down whore as well. I started getting the feeling about a month after George had my porno pay site online… Chapter Two: “I’m afraid I don’t completely understand, George,” I said after looking at the figures my father had shown me. “It’s pretty simple, dear. You’re site is very near to being number one on the internet, but you personally are very near to becoming over exposed. We need some fresh blood on the site if you expect to hang onto your members. Not to mention acquire new ones.” “And where am I going to find fresh meat for this grinder of ours, George?” “Well, Arthur was telling me about your friend Trina, and a few other college buddies that you hung around with in school. Maybe they could use some extra cash?” “My friends may be sluts, George, but they’re far from becoming whores. Especially for a pimp like you.” “How can you be so sure until you ask them? Besides, we aren’t talking about them fucking anyone other than their husbands, boyfriends, or whatever here. We are asking them if they’d care to do it in front of a camera for some extra cash. And they’d continue to make money as long as people click on their home movies on your site. We’re only talking about a small percentage here, it is your site after all, but with more faces on the site we’re sure to keep growing, instead of becoming stagnant. My best analysts say that we really only need a core group of about seven raunchy sluts to make this work, and with you that means we only need six more.” “Okay, I’ll ask, but no promises,” I replied after thinking about it for a week. The worst that could happen is that I’d get to fly first class all around the country, stay in the best hotels, treat my friends to the best restaurants, and get to talk to all of my college sorority friends even if they all said no. Strangely enough, it was my first stop, at Trina’s that made everything that followed a lot easier. Even if it didn’t start out that way. Trina is one of those long legged, tight assed, medium breasted women that cause men to be put in a neck brace, or traction after the first look. Her striking figure is often overwhelmed by the shimmering waterfall of fiery red hair that cascades wildly down from her head to near her waist, and that wrapped around a nearly angelic face of uncommon innocence. As my roommate in college she had been a fresh breath of healthy bi-sexuality in my sea of wanton mongrel men. “You mean to tell me that after a year of not hearing from you at all, that you want me to turn tricks for you in front of a camera for a few extra bucks?” “You do get down to the nitty gritty, don’t you,” I sighed as the waiter brought our salads, and then left us to eat. “Besides, it hasn’t been a whole year, and you were at my wedding, remember.” “Yeah, where I got to say two whole words to you,” she grouched, then stabbed a cherry tomato on her plate. “Honestly Jill, sometimes you can be so… so… damned self centered when it comes to your sex life. You know how I hate being photographed.” “You never seemed to mind when it was you in my bed,” I grinned, trying like hell to down play her wrath towards me. “You were more available back then,” she shot back, but this time a smile crept over her lips. “Boyfriend problems?” “No, actually. More like girlfriend problems to be precise. As in I’m between them right now while my dorky boyfriend/fiancé is out of town on business.” “Sounds like you need a mini vacation,” I suggested, and reached out my hand to take and squeeze hers gently. “I know I could use some help during this trip, and what with the use of the Hillcrest’s company jet, and you can share my hotel suites, and rental cars it probably wouldn’t cost any more than it would just for me.” The sparkle in her eyes lit up our table, and the squeeze back had my clit tingling, and my nipples sparking in response. Her smile saying more than words ever could we finished the rest of the meal catching up, and preparing for our sojourn together. A phone call on her cell to her boyfriend as we packed her things, and we were out of her place an hour later, and heading for my hotel suite together in my rented car. “What’s all this?” Trina inquired gesturing at the three tripods with the latest video equipment surrounding the master bed. “You weren’t by any chance expecting me, were you?” “It’s part of the George Hillcrest plan,” I giggled. “He figures if anything should happen that there’s no reason why we shouldn’t film it for my Internet site. But it’s up to me whether or not the cameras get turned on.” “You know you’ve talked about this porno web site of yours all day. When am I going to get to see it?” “Well, if you don’t need any help with your things, I can go boot up my laptop, and get online while you get ready for bed. Then while you’re looking over the site I’ll get ready for bed. How’s that sound?” “Exceptionally efficient, as always,” she giggled. By the time I got online I heard the shower running, and decided to check my e-mail, and get that out of the way. As Debbie Shallowyk was next on my list to visit I opened her reply to my earlier request to visit her, and found her invite quite charming. She and her husband wanted us to join them in their mountain retreat, and would see to our transportation there once I sent them an ETA. I immediately replied with our estimated time of arrival at their local airport, and sent it out. I finished the rest of my e-mail correspondence in less than ten minutes, and was entering my web site when Trina joined me. Seeing her in that sheer pink teddy, and nothing else took my breath away. Her fiery mane drawing my attention as it glistened in the low lighting of the hotel suite almost as much as the bright nearly neon orange triangle above her recently shaved slit. “Oh good,” I said, “here’s the site, and I’ve entered my password to let you in. Help yourself to the wet bar while I go shower up. The Chablis’ is very good I hear.” I took my time in the shower, letting the water caress my flesh as well as wash away the day’s dust. It had been more than a year now since Trina and I had touched each other in any intimate way. She had been my best, most prized friend, and lover for a very important four years of my life. We hadn’t actually broken up when her boyfriend, and future fiancé arrived on the scene, but she needed the space to find her way with the man she had fallen in love with. And too, three would have crowded his ego at that time. Besides, I was already engaged to Arthur, and making plans for our wedding then as well as bedding Arthur’s father George on the side. Which meant I was usually too exhausted from screwing my father so that when Trina and I were alone together it didn’t make much difference. I took my time powdering, perfuming, and fixing my makeup before deciding what to wear for bed. In the end I picked a sheer white Nitey that came down to the top of my butt cleft, and almost matched the one Trina was wearing, and hurried out to rejoin her. “Wow!” She gasped as I entered the room, and after I asked her what she thought of my porno site. “I mean, I remember your talking about screwing around with some black guy, but damn, Girl! I never really believed it! I just thought you were… well… you know, bullshitting me about that.” “Black cock was, and is my second love,” I admitted, and then bent down to kiss her full on those rosy red-pouting lips of hers. It was almost as if we’d never been apart the way her hand came up instantly to cup my bald mound, and slip a finger inside of my seething wet slit. Our tongues like dueling Lambata dancers teasing, and tangling up like snakes rutting. My hand going to her breasts, and tweaking the nipple with the gold ring pierced in it. She’d had that done for me, and we both knew it. I was trembling already in sexual meltdown as heat lightening scorched through my body centering on my clit, and jumping up to my nipples, and behind my left ear as her other hand caressed me there. Our kiss lasted forever, even through her standing up, and moving me slowly back towards the bedroom. Her first finger joined by another, and then another in my quim by her left hand, and the other hand slowly teasing its way down my back giving me chills until at last she was squeezing my ass gently with it. Her touch as light as a feather, and as insistent as a bulldozer. The next thing I remembered was being flat on my back with Trina’s head between my legs kissing my other lips passionately. I love the way she glides her tongue along the groove of each lip, then along their edges before making her way into my slit proper. The way she teases my clit when her tongue is going in, and out. And the wonder of how she hits my G-spot with her index finger throwing me into instant dementia every time she does. My mind was slipping through my third multiple orgasm when I felt her body slide upwards against mine. Her lips kissing the whole way only stopping to delve her tongue into a crevasse here, a hill, or valley there until once again, after so long a time away, she was snuggled up to my breasts suckling at my right nipple. It was how we had gone to sleep together for those four years in college, and her way of saying the ball was now in my court. She was here for me whatever that need would arise, and required nothing in return from me other than my mutual respect for her. My arms came up, and went around her, my hands petting her head, my fingers combing her long mane until I heard her breathing evenly. It had all been one sided, an affectionate let-bygones-be-by-gone kind of thing. I had yet to reciprocate which was her way of saying that I was the dominant in this relationship, not her. My only duty was not to abuse her trust. And that’s when I looked up at the cameras surrounding the bed to see that each of them was rolling during our entire little tryst. They weren’t remote controlled, so the only person who could have turned them on had her lips around my nipple. My smile, directly into the middle camera, was both for Trina, and George.