0 comments/ 132566 views/ 7 favorites Caught On Camera By: thebagimin Slowly I took a long suck on my finger and gently pulling my bikini bottoms to one side, closed my eyes and thought of a big hard hunk as I began slowly caressing my swelling clit through the hairy bush of my pussy lips. Mmmmm that felt sooo good, and it was so hot, sitting back in my deckchair in the blazing afternoon sun. I lay back in my tight black two-piece bikini and sighed, soaking up the rays while I pleasured myself. Although our yard is very secluded I rarely sunbathed topless for fear of my partner rushing in with one of his friends and embarrassing me, but I felt confident I could disguise what I was doing right now within seconds if I heard the door slam. I could feel my pussy walls moistening and my lips become puffy as I drifted off, working my spot in ecstasy, in a world of my own. Suddenly I was brought back down to earth with a snapping sound. Immediately I pulled my bikini over my pussy, but opening my eyes it was too late. There in front of me, grinning with camera in hand was my partner's friend Mark. He'd come round to return it and had walked right into my worst nightmare scenario. "Hey – You should bloody knock! " I snapped looking up. "Point is I just got a great shot of you in action there Esther!" he replied. "Look great on the net!" We'd known Mark for some years and I'd always be catching him staring at my tits, and on one drunken occasion had even tried to grope me, but we never spoke of it for fear of upsetting my partner. The thought of him having such dodgy photos of me made me feel sick, so I knew I had to get them back before he could develop them and show them around. Unfortunately for me Mark was two steps ahead of me. "Show me feel your tits and you can have the film... " he offered, his expression becoming serious. He was a big strong bloke, there was no way I could snatch the film back by force, and I hated the thought of everyone knowing about what I got caught doing. It'd all be over pretty quick I thought, he'd get a flash and I'd spare my dignity amongst our group of friends. "I get the film and you didn't come round today alright?" I stammered trying to remain cool. "Get 'em out then.... " he replied kneeling in front of me as I leaned forward in my chair to untie my top. I wasn't happy about this, but I needed that film so badly I'd do anything. My silky black bikini top dropped down to reveal my full firm breasts, which to my annoyance and his delight had fully erect nips standing to attention. Before I could defend myself he'd cupped both my tits with his big rough hands, kneading them, rolling my nipples in his fingers, you'd have thought he'd never seen a pair before. I couldn't help but giggle when he kept tickling my nips, not out of enjoyment, but because I'm very ticklish, but Mark misread this and cheekily moved his hand over the front of my bikini bottoms. They were embarrassingly wet from my earlier stroking which he didn't fail to pick up on. "No Mark, please....! " I was cut off mid sentence as he pushed the silky material of my bikini briefs into the opening of my pussy with his fat thumb making me gasp in disbelief. "I've made you all wet Esther, this pussy needs a good service, I'll see if I can help... " "No way Mark, you can't…!" I shouted trying to get up out of the deckchair, but he pushed me back down. "You know you want me to sink my cock in your beaver, if you don't I'll tell Rich you posed for the pics and came on to me... " I could see from his nasty expression he meant it. Shit what a situation. What the fuck I thought let's get it over and done with, from the way he'd clamped on to my boobs it didn't look like he was going to give me a choice anyway. Accepting that by me not struggling I had accepted his terms, he proceeded to unzip his jeans and produced one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen. It was massive both in length and girth, lashed with thick wiry veins and topped by a bulbous shiny helmet. A huge bush of black pubes burst out of his flies at the base of his thick bumpy shaft and I could feel my pussy twitch at the thought of being impaled by it, lubed or not. Roughly he yanked down my bikini briefs exposing my hairy muff, threw them aside and pushed my knees wide apart, positioning himself cock in hand between my thighs, still on his knees. I've got to say that my pussy would have been irresistible to just about any man at that moment, it looked awesome, a plume of silky black hair atop to swollen lips and a slightly parted pink opening glistening with oily lovejuices, just waiting to be fucked. Shuffling forward he placed the tip of his massive meat at the little pink opening of my pussy lips and began stroking it up and down my slit, parting my pink pussylips with his bellend, looking for an opening. Mark stayed there for a moment, his bulbous helmet pushed up against my fanny, once more groping my tits and gave a little smirk as I looked down gulping at the huge pole waiting to fuck me. "You know you want it Est-it's much better than DIY" he slurred, his fat veiny meat being forced urgently into my tightly stretched cunthole. I felt the tip of his huge bell end prising apart my moistened pink pussylips and suddenly he manage to mount my pussy, slipping his whole bulbous head inside my hole, my furry pussylips closing tightly around it. Pulling my legs towards him with a yank, my pussywalls stretched as a good six inches of his veiny girth slid inside me. This was about my partners size and I could still see 4 inches of Mark's hard throbbing meat between his balls and my pussy waiting to be forced inside me. "No Mark! Stop! It's too big! " I cried in vain, but he was determined to pound his entire muscular pole inside my straining little pussy shaft. Once more he withdrew, grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide and plunged forward pulling me towards him sharply, sinking his entire muscular cock into my squelching fuckhole until his balls were grinding against my furry muff impaled by his massive throbbing meat. I winced, feeling my tight lovetunnel open wider to accommodate his fat veiny beast, and I couldn't believe how well my tiny pussy had adjusted to his size, as he rode me for he was worth, plunging his cock in and out of my wet oily beaver. I gasped as Mark suddenly drew back, pulling his cock right out of me with a pop, to reveal it's magnificent size, wet with my pussy juices - immediately he wanted more of my wet splayed pussy hole. Spreading my hairy flaps apart with his fingers he slid his thumb and two fingers inside me, finger fucking me, stretching my sticky hole in preparation for his hard throbbing meat. Reaching around me he released the catch on my recliner and suddenly I was flat on my back, my legs spread wide apart as Mark climbed on top of me, pinning my arms down with his rough strong hands. "That's enough!" I whimpered weakly, but I knew he was going to fuck the shit out of me now, like it or not. Ignoring my pleas, Mark quickly found my sticky hole with the tip of his cock and dropping the whole weight of his hips onto me, buried his cock so deep inside me, I thought my back would break. I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my ass as he began bucking and shafting away at my pussy with forceful rhythmic thrusts. I could feel the friction building inside me as he rode me hard, his bulbous helmet squelching deep inside my sopping beaver, pounding and grinding, the chair legs beginning to jump and rock with his energetic fucking. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" I groaned unknowingly, Mark relaxed his hold on me and began cupping my bouncing boobs knowing I was beginning to enjoying it. Now my hot wet pussy had been pistoned into a looser hole by his mammoth boner, it felt good to be so deeply fucked, lusty and sweaty, we began grinding our groins together rhythmically. Sliding my hand down my belly I began working my clit through my oily bush, lubing my shaft as Mark continued to thrust his tool inside me, riding my tight warm slit with squelchy strokes. Looking down at my stroking hands he smiled smirking "I knew you'd love it Esther once I'd got you warmed up" He wasn't wrong, my loveshute was electric as his veiny hardon probed deep within me, stretching my greasy hole around it's bumpy gristle. "Fuck me Mark, I'm cumming…" I whispered curling my fingers round the root of his chunky wood, milking his lovejuice out of his swinging ballsack. With one last hard thrust I felt his balls contract as he pumped his cum inside me, the hot sticky juices spraying over my pussywalls as he lay on top of me gasping. Pulling out of my exhausted pussy with a slurp he shuffled forward, shoving his dick in my face. I could feel his creamy load dripping out of my gaping cunthole, collecting in my greasy thatch. Grabbing the back of my head he pulled me sharply towards his dripping helmet and forced me to suck him clean, my tongue wrapping around his sticky tool. Finally backing off he gave a cheeky grin, but could see I was fucked off, especially about cumming inside me. "Gimme that fucking film " I snarled as his cock began to droop while hastily threw on his clothes. "No need - there's no film in it... " he replied! Caught On Camera This evening starts off quite normal. You and me are making out on our bed, then suddenly you break from our kisses and look at me. "Jas, um...I wanna do something a bit...new tonight," you say grinning at me. "Oh? Well, what do you have in mind.," I answer back. "Well, I want to...I think we should...film our sex." I laugh at first then decide to go for it. "Okay...as long as no one else sees it, I would like to see what we look like fucking..." You need not reply and get a video camera that you have borrowed from a friend. I must say that the idea of making porn turns me on a bit, and while you are setting up the camera I decide to go get into a nightie, a new one, that you have not yet seen on me. "Okay, Its set up...lets hop to it!" you say finding me not in the bedroom anymore. "Are you having second thoughts about this?" you ask loudly wondering if I still want to do this. I step in the room, wearing a black lace nightie, with a thong underneath that you can see clearly though the fabric. My nipples stand quite erect and are also well seen through the fabric. "Oh, certainly not," I say to you casually. I pass by the camera and flip a switch on it quickly, I sit on the bed and you just watch me. I reach for a vibrator from the drawer in the nightstand where we keep all our sex toys. By now I think you know what I'm going to do for the camera. I spread my legs out on the bed, brush my thong to the side, and slip the vibrator into my hot cunt. I gasp as I turn the vibrator to its highest setting. I lean my head back and bunch the sheets in my hand from pleasure. At first you are tempted to come and join me, but you stay at the side of the room where I left you and start stroking your now rock hard cock. By now I'm rocking my hips and the bed is bouncing slightly with me. You decide to play camera man for a while, you go behind the camera and focus in on my cunt, showing the little plastic member bone me up close. I lay back with my legs spread wide open for the camera, I am about to cum but I hold it in so the camera can capture every last horny minute of my pussy getting buzzed. Soon I can't take it anymore. I grab some sheets and my hands and cum, I bunch the sheets tight and my pussy contracts and lets out ounces of cum on the vibrator. When I am done with my first orgasm of the night, I pull out the cummy vibrator and cast it aside. You are at this time extremely horny, you readjust the camera to focus on the whole bed so it can capture anything we get up to. After quickly adjusting it you pounce on the bed, grab my hips and drive your cock in my pussy. I scream loudly at the sudden pounding of my cunt. You are managing high speed and hard pumps from the cum already in my cunt which makes my cunt slick and creamy as can be. (Well, until I cum again at least.) I am in great pleasure; I wrap my arms around you and let my nails clasp your back. I bring my hips up closer to you trying to get you as deep as possible, even though you are already filling me up as much as I can imagine. I scream suddenly, loud too, I almost pass out. You touched my G spot. I start to cum the most powerful orgasm I can produce while you are twigging over and over the spot you hit before. I dig my nails into you back and I moan and scream out your name as rush after rush after rush of my juice comes splashing on your cock and dripping from my slit. I sigh and look up at you with post-orgasm bliss. I push you off me then jump up. I sit up, looking at you. Without any type of warning I lean down quickly and place my lips around your cock. I start sucking, licking, and stroking your dick. I move my hands often around your nuts, I touch them gently witch brings tingles up your spine. Soon pleasure is spread throughout your balls, shaft, and head evenly and is bringing on an orgasm. I take my mouth off your cock when you start to tense and smile at you. I quickly reach for my vibrator and turn it on to the highest setting, I do not intend to pleasure myself. I rub the side of the vibrator against your head, sending bunches of vibrations through your member. You gasp suddenly as I do this. I move the vibrator along your shaft and place my mouth back on your head. You're going nuts at this point, groaning and gasping. I move my mouth over your entire cock. Then I place the side of the shaft of the vibrator against your balls and while sucking hard as I can on your shaft and head. You give a LOUD groan, which seems to echo in the room and a second after start cumming in my mouth, I swallow countless times. After you lay still I turn off the vibrator and slowly slip my mouth off your dick. I lean up, look to the camera, then get up to turn it off. After I do so you stand up after me, pull the video out of the camera, grab my hand, and we go to watch our creation. Caught on Camera They were a pleasant couple, in their twenties, obviously from somewhere like South London judging by their accents and on holiday. They’d come to the café where I was working and always sat outside at a table in the sun. But we don’t often get English speaking visitors to the remote area I now live in and they were keen to chat and find out about the place they were visiting, from ‘a local’. The village where I live and work is high up in the mountains, the main tourist resorts are down on the coast but occasionally more intrepid holidaymakers choose to stay up in the mountains and forgo the beaches and night clubs. After stopping at the bar a few times we got talking, I’d finished my shift and came to sit with them. They thought I was just being friendly. I was, but there was another motive too. As she, her name was Marie, asked endless questions about what it was like to live in the Canary islands during the winter, what were the houses like and so on, her boyfriend, Mark, sipped his beer and stared off into the distance. When I could, I took a glance at him, hoping to catch his eye and draw him into the conversation. It didn’t happen. Maybe he’d picked up on the fact that I found him attractive, maybe I made him feel uncomfortable, they knew I was gay, and she seemed thrilled by the fact. He seemed worried by it. Eventually it seemed only polite that I invite them to come for drinks up at the villa so that they could see what a real ‘local’ house was like and take in the views I have from the roof. We made a date for the following evening and I told them how to find the place, saying that I would meet them at eight at the end of the lane. And, at eight the following evening I was at the end of the cobbled street, sweating from the intense heat and waiting. After ten minutes I decide that they had changed their minds. Maybe Mark had persuaded her not to come, fearing some sort of ulterior motive was at play. I decided to give them another ten minutes. And then I saw a figure in the distance, climbing laboriously up the steep path towards me. I recognised the boyfriend from his sturdy, solid frame. He wore shorts and boots and he seemed to be struggling with the effort of lifting his legs for each step he took. It was quite a climb from the café to this part of the village and I guessed that they were town people, not much used to walking. As he came closer he saw me and waved. Eventually he panted to a halt before me. ‘Jesus, that’s hard work mate,’ he gasped. ‘I should have warned you. Where’s Marie?’ ‘Long story, but in a nutshell she had too much Bacardi last night and too much sun today. She’s flat out in bed.’ My heart did a back flip as I realised I would have him on my own for a couple of hours. He was slightly tanned from his holiday and this added the dark looks he already had. His short black hair was glistening with beads of sweat and his blue eyes glinted out from under dark brows as he looked at me, smiled and shook his head. ‘I’m not walking up here again,’ he laughed. ‘I just came to tell you that we can’t make it tonight. Sorry to let you down but Marie’s not up to it.’ And my heart sank. ‘You’re almost there now,’ I said, thinking quickly. ‘You may as well stop for a beer. There’s the house.’ I pointed up hill. My house was only four doors away. He looked uncertain. ‘Honestly mate, another time.’ ‘Come on, you can cool down before setting off again,’ I said and turned, giving him no choice but to follow. ‘Just a quick one then,’ I heard him say and he definitely sounded uncomfortable. I showed him into the living room and he went straight to the wide patio doors. Beyond these was the spectacular view of the valley below. Miles away and down the coast line ran from east to west and the sun was just nearing the sea where it would soon set. ‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’ ‘Thanks,’ I replied. His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness. The view I was looking at was just as good. ‘Beer?’ I asked. ‘Cheers.’ When I returned from the kitchen he was still standing at the window looking out. I invited him to come and sit. ‘Don’t want to get your sofa messed up mate,’ he said looking at the leather sofa I had sat on and indicating his sweaty clothes. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I smiled. ‘It will wipe clean.’ He thought for a moment and then chose to sit opposite me on one of the matching chairs. I’d worn my own brand of football shorts for the evening, silky and cool and, with nothing on underneath them I knew that I had to watch how I sat. If I lifted my leg up and placed my foot on the sofa, as I usually did, the shorts would stretch to show off my packet. And if I moved my other leg to one side slightly then the leg of my shorts would hang open and anyone sitting opposite would be able to see that I was wearing nothing beneath them. For the moment I sat with my legs together. Instinctively I offered him a cigarette. ‘No thanks mate, I don’t smoke… cigarettes.’ There was an impish twinkle in his eye and he winked. Without making any reaction at all I offered a cigarette box from the coffee table between us. ‘Something stronger then?’ I opened the lid to show him a few ready rolled joints. He practically licked his lips as he helped himself. We smoked in silence, the sun set far away and the light in the room dimmed. I turned on a table lamp, crossed the room and put on some music. He finished his beer quickly and refused a second. When I sat down again I noticed that he had changed position. He was no longer sitting upright and ridged but had slipped back in his chair a little, he looked more relaxed. ‘So how long have you and Marie been together?’ I asked, feeling that some sort of conversation should be started. ‘Only a few months,’ he replied and that was all he had to say. ‘She’s very pretty,’ I complemented, ‘you’ve done well.’ ‘Ta.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s a posh place you got here, what do you do for money?’ It was a bit of a direct question, but reasonable. It was obvious that I hadn’t made my money from working in a sleepy, Spanish bar half way up a mountain. ‘Photography,’ I said simply. ‘Yeah? Neat.’ He took a long, deep drag on his joint and held it in. I did the same and, without thinking pulled my right leg up onto the sofa. As he exhaled his eyes dropped and his gaze fell directly on the front of my shorts. I rubbed my bare foot and lowered it to the floor again. He looked up at my face. ‘What kind of photography?’ he asked and I noticed that his speech was already a little slurred. I slid a book across the coffee table to him and he picked it up. Opened it, looked at a few pages and then closed it again. ‘Oh,’ he said blankly. ‘Not your kind of thing?’ I asked with a smile. ‘Not really mate. Got any with naked women?’ ‘I only photograph male nudes.’ ‘Oh.’ He changed again, became more uncomfortable and looked at his watch. ‘I should go,’ he said and started to stand. ‘Calm down,’ I said with a laugh. ‘You’re quite safe. I turned off the hidden cameras before you came.’ He looked at me in shock and then decided that I was joking and a ladish grin spread across his face. ‘Finish your joint first,’ I said. ‘Or have another if you like.’ He did. Half way through the second one, when we had been sitting in silence for about five minutes, he suddenly sat upright. ‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked, concerned in case the dope had made him feel sick. ‘You’re a professional?’ he said it more as a statement than a question. ‘Yes I am,’ I replied indicating the book on the coffee table. ‘I have published several volumes all over the world.’ ‘Would you take a picture of me?’ ‘I don’t do holiday snaps,’ I laughed. But he was serious. ‘No, I mean like them in the book.’ ‘Nude?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Well I could do.’ I had no idea where this sudden interest had come from and assumed it was the dope talking. ‘What would Marie say though?’ ‘I wouldn’t tell her.’ ‘So what would you use the pictures for?’ ‘I dunno. Forget it.’ ‘It’s up to you. I’m happy to do it, if you want.’ ‘How much would you charge?’ he suddenly realised that I might want paying. It was, after all, my job. ‘We’d work something out,’ I said and lifted my foot onto the sofa again. This time he looked into my crotch quickly and kept his eyes there. I shifted my left leg and knew that he could now see up the leg of my shorts. If I was hinting at something he knew what it was. I could feel cool air whisper around my semi hard cock that now lay against my inner thigh. He slid back in his chair and it was my turn to look at the front of his shorts. The white material fell back against his groin, defining the shape of what lay beneath. His legs, stocky and hairy, were pushed out in front of him and he crossed his ankles, his dusty boots resting on each other. ‘That would make a good shot,’ I said. ‘Try putting your hands behind your head.’ He gave me a quizzical look and then his cheeky grin returned. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Like this?’ I nodded. With his hands behind his head his body was fully stretched out. His tee shirt, now dry, had risen up from his shorts and revealed a line of dark hair running down from his navel. His stomach looked as though it had once been taught but was now slightly flabby from beer and a sedentary lifestyle. But his face glowed, his eyes were half closed and he looked like some young teenager waiting for his first kiss. ‘Don’t move,’ I said. When I came back from my studio, camera in hand, he was in the same position. The only thing that had changed was the look in his eyes. They had closed further and he looked stoned. ‘Open your eyes a little,’ I instructed as I set the camera. He did and they were red. That was o.k. I was using my digital camera and set it to black and white. ‘Now what?’ he asked after I had taken a couple of shots. ‘Pull your shirt up a little,’ I switched from looking through the view finder to looking directly at him, keeping my professional attitude. ‘Like this mate?’ He kept one hand behind his head while he used the other to drag his shirt up to his chest. He was playing with me, being as seductive as he could but not making a very good job of it. ‘No, put your palm flat on your stomach, that’s it. Now slowly draw it up so the shirt gathers on your wrist.’ The movement revealed his flesh to me slowly. Tanned, covered with a slight matt of dark hair. He looked down at what he was doing. ‘Look at the camera,’ I said. He looked at it and smiled a tourist’s false smile. ‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned. ‘What?’ ‘This isn’t one for the family album. Imagine that the camera is some girl you’re trying to pull, flirt with it.’ He snorted, coughed and said, ‘alright darling?’ directly to the camera. ‘O.k.’ I put the camera down. ‘This isn’t going to work.’ ‘Oh no, come on mate. I’ll try harder. Just tell me what to do, talk me through it, o.k.?’ ‘O.k.’ I checked the room, where would be a good place to photograph him? ‘Follow me,’ I said and went into the hall. When he came from the living room, staggering a little and giggling, I was standing by the bathroom door. I nodded my head in the direction of the bathroom. ‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously. ‘You want to do this right don’t you?’ He shrugged and stepped inside. The bathroom was large. It had a marble corner bath with gold plated taps and a shower over it. The whole room was carpeted and lit by tiny spotlights hidden in the ceiling. He whistled admiringly as he went in. ‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’ This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it. ‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’ I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust. ‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’ ‘Sorry mate.’ I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little. ‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’ He did as he was told. As he reached across the bath his shirt rode up at the back revealing the base of his spine. I saw a smooth back with no hair, the top of his arse crack just visible from the top of his shorts. Water started to pour out from the shower. ‘Give it a moment to warm up and then get in.’ ‘What?’ ‘Get in the bath.’ ‘Sure?’ ‘Yup.’ He did and stood there facing me with the shower pouring into the bath behind him. ‘O.k. Mark, do exactly as I say and we’ll have you on the front cover of Esquire.’ For one horrible moment I thought he believed me, he nodded keenly like an obedient school boy. ‘Lift your arms to your head and clasp your hands behind. That’s it, now tilt your head back and get it wet. Further.’ He put his face under the shower, water jetted out all around him, bouncing off his face and wetting his shirt. It started to stick to his chest again and, with him leaning back, his chest showed through hard and defined. ‘Now shake your head, wash that football match out of your hair. Open your mouth, let the water trickle into your throat, let it bubble out over your chin and run down your body. Feel good? O.k. step forward and slowly, very slowly remove your shirt. Pull it up from the bottom and over your head.’ Slowly his naked chest came into view. Between his pecs a line of black hair formed a wet covering, around his nipples more dark hair hung matted and soaked. His dark, pink nipples stood out against the water that rained on them from above. ‘That’s it, Mark, nice and slow. Hold it there.’ His shirt was covering his head. All there was in the viewfinder was a naked torso and the outline of his face pressing against the sodden material. ‘And now all the way off, chuck it away. Good lad.’ I kept talking to him now that he was getting into the shoot, I didn’t want him to lose the impetus or change his mind. ‘Now turn away from me, get under again. That’s it. Take some of that shower wash there and cover yourself. Go on, get the mud and sweat from the football field out of your skin. Massage it in, all over your chest, under your arms, around your neck.’ I photographed each change in his muscles as he lathered his upper body. I focused in on his hands as they smeared froth around the back of his neck and shot the glistening, short hair on the back of his head. I followed the rivulets of soap as they meandered down his spine and slid across the rounds of his backside. Jealous of their ability to caress the full, smooth shorts I moved the viewfinder to his legs, shot the backs of his knees, then travelled up again, framed the sodden football shorts that clung to his lad’s arse and defined its dark crack. And then further up again to the strong shoulders, all the time encouraging him. ‘Rub it in Mark. Imagine that there’s a girl in there with you and she’s doing it.’ I had a plan here. I wanted him turned on when he turned around. ‘Can you feel those soft, delicate fingers massaging your skin? Can you feel her hands playing over your chest? She’s taking your nipples between her fingers now. Her nails are pinching into them, gently, sensuously. She wants you Mark, she wants to go down and take your hard cock in her hands, guide it to her soft lips and lick her tongue gently along your length. You’re the star; she’s yours to do what you want with. And she’s going to make you come as you pump your straight man cock into her young mouth.’ His hands had slipped down his chest, played with his nipples and were now pushing into the tops of his shorts. ‘Turn to me now Mark, turn slowly and play your hands over your stomach.’ He did. His shorts were almost transparent now, a thick, stocky and dark cock was pressing against them. The pinkness of his cock head showed through the white material as he turned to face me. Above this a black shadow showed where his bushy pubes were and below his cock I could see his balls hanging free and warm. ‘Put your hands over your shaft, hold it through the shorts. Let it show. Let her see what a huge pole you have. Can you feel her breathing on it? Can you feel the water running into your shorts and trickling past your arse? Can you feel her fingers as she takes your cock and slowly wanks it, bringing it all the time closer to her mouth? That’s good Mark, that’s really hot. You’re turning her on. She’s begging you for it. Now, hands inside your shorts. Push them down, slowly mate, slowly let her see what you’ve got.’ His eyes were closed, his smile broad. It was as if he was in a trance now, feeling this unseen girl as she undressed him when all the time he was undressing for me. His shorts were lowered. His pubes came into view, thick and black and then the wide base of his solid cock. Slowly the shorts were pushed lower and his shaft was revealed, stocky and fat with a network of veins full and pumping. And then his head broke free, his cock snapped up, slapped against his bush and pointed straight at me. Still the shorts came lower. His balls swung free, hanging heavy in their stretched sack. ‘Turn around again,’ I ordered. He did as he was told. ‘Now bend down to take your shorts right off, push them all the way down to your ankles, and bend. That’s a good lad.’ In this position his arse was forced open and I zoomed in on the wrinkled, dark hole hiding in amid the forest of hair. ‘That’s good. Now step out of them, stand up, turn to face me, good lad. Rub the soap over your chest. That’s it, massage it in, squeeze your nipples. Nice. Hey, I like the smile, that’s a wicked smile you have Mark. You’re a good looking lad. No wonder the girls want you to fuck them. Now move your hands lower, rub your palms over your stomach, lower Mark, feel your pubes. Get your fingers in there, twist them, scratch your skin in there with your nails. That’s it, you can be rough. You’re a tough lad. Now run your hands under your balls, take them in your fist, lock them in there, pull them up, show her, show her your balls, that’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?’ ‘Feels great,’ he murmured. ‘Now imagine she’s at your cock again. You’re the star, you’re the hero, the player with the biggest cock. She’s on her knees. Take your cock in one hand, grip it at the base, grasp it, feel your power as you shove it in her mouth. That’s it, it’s into her throat, feel her warmth around it.’ The water was still running down his body, running streams around his hands, hot water splashing over his inflamed cock head, his slit opening to let his pre cum ooze out. ‘Take your other hand, feel you arse. Run your palm around it. Feel into your crack, feels good doesn’t it? Let a finger play on your hole.’ He gasped and stretched his body up rigid when he found his hole. ‘Feels so good,’ he whispered to himself. I shot him as he opened his mouth, speaking through his smile. ‘Let it slide in further Mark, try it, see how it feels.’ Caught on Camera ‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said. I had trouble hearing over the sound of the running water but I could read his expression. He was talking to himself through his trance. ‘That feels real good.’ He was well into this now. ‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’ All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward. ‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’ I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut. ‘Suck me,’ he whispered. ‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied. ‘Suck me,’ he said it louder. ‘I can’t hear you.’ ‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’ I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower. His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly, his cock head pressed against my shorts. Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees. ‘You first,’ I said. I expected him to resist but he didn’t. Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts down and his mouth was around my swollen cock. I held his head and pushed it into my groin, gyrated my hips so that I could feel his straight face buried in my pubes. I used his head to wank myself, grasping him firmly and thumping my hips against him like I was giving him some sort of punishment. His hands gripped my legs to steady himself and I could hear him grunt with surprise at what he was doing, what he was tasting. What he was enjoying. I looked up at the shower hanging overhead, to the fitting that held it to the wall, and winked. And then I felt myself about to unload. ‘I’m coming Mark,’ I said and held my cock in his throat. ‘I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.’ I pulled back out. ‘You want to find out what a man’s cum tastes like?’ I thrust back in again, my legs were shaking. ‘You want to feel the hot splash of juice on the back of your throat?’ I drew right out, tilted his head so that he looked up at me. His eyes were wide, begging. ‘Do you?’ He didn’t answer, just dived onto my cock again and pulled me into his face. He feasted greedily, grunting, panting; desperate to find out what another man tasted like. I showed him. I heard him gag, felt my own hot cum fill his mouth around my cock, felt myself jerk against him, heard him whimper, give in, accept it. And I pumped him until I could stand it no longer. My cock slipped from his mouth and I drew him up to me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. He opened his mouth and I could see it was still full with my juice. And, with it still open, he swallowed it all. His cock was pressing against my wet thigh, his chest against my shirt. I turned him to the side and put one arm around him, stroked the fur on his arse cheeks and then let two fingers slip into his tight, hot hole. His eyes widened in surprise. With my other hand I tickled and stroked his balls. I didn’t touch his cock. ‘Feel that inside you,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Feel how good it is to let someone give you so much pleasure.’ ‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately. ‘I am,’ I replied and started sliding my fingers in and out of his arse, all the time teasing his balls. He jolted and squirmed, tried to grasp his cock, I pushed his hands away. Instead he grabbed mine, it stiffened again, painful but willing. I could feel his body twist and slide against mine as I massaged him inside. I heard him swear, pant, whimper in disbelief. I could smell his sweat, his breath and could feel his heart racing in his chest. ‘Just imagine that’s my cock in there, fucking you.’ My words whispered into his ear and were followed by my tongue as I licked him, tasted him. I felt his hair against my forehead. ‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’ ‘I know, just let it happen.’ ‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’ I had three fingers in him now, each thrust of my hand lifting him to his toes. I twisted his balls into my hand and pulled them down. I turned him so that his cock was pressed against me, sliding up under my shirt and rubbing against my stomach. He grappled for my cock. His pulling on my tool got stronger, more desperate. ‘Oh no,’ he started to grunt short gasps of abandon. ‘I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder.’ As I slid my fingers into him I drew him towards me, his cock rubbed against me and I jerked down on his balls. And then I felt it. A long, scorching stream of straight lad’s cum shot up my stomach and warmed my flesh. I looked into his eyes, wide, blue, his dark brows raised in confusion. And I wrapped my lips around his. Our tongues fought. Another stream of hot juice splattered under my wet shirt and I could feel his cock slide around in his own cum as he fucked it against me. My fingers reached into him deeper and I pulled him to me tighter. My cock spat for a second time, covering his hand with my own spunk as he pulled in un-rhythmic jerking movements. I kept my fingers inside him, played my thumb around the top of his arse, removed my other hand from his balls and held the back of his head, pushed him closer to me, held us together as he subsided. All there was left to do then was kiss and he explored my mouth with his like he knew this was the only chance he would get to kiss another man. Slowly, I let my fingers leave him, but I kept my palm against his arse, enjoying the feeling of his skin, knowing that I held a straight guy in my arms and that he was kissing me, holding my cock. Knowing that he had asked me to fuck him, asked me to suck him. And knowing that those pleasures were yet to come. I looked over his shoulder and back up to the shower fitting. The small, black-glass plate reflected the lights from the ceiling. Behind the glass the tiny red light was still showing. And I knew that I had it all on tape. Caught On Camera DR. Jean Marlin was a sex therapist. She had a big house and lived alone. Always busy working; the DR hired a cleaning agency to do her housework. They assigned an older gentleman who she met at their office while signing the paperwork. He was black in his late 40's. He seems to have been there a while so the DR had no reservations in giving the agency the code to her alarm system. He was to come once a week at 2pm on Fridays. Light dusting, sweeping, laundry and sheet changing and bed making in her master bedroom were to be his duties. Things went well enough the first few weeks. The DR was an early morning runner, rain or shine. One Friday it was a run during a sheeting rain. The route often was muddy and soon it caked her sneakers. On she ran just like always. When she got home she left her wet muddy shoes on the back porch. After her shower and a cup of coffee she was off to work. Two pm sharp Robert, the house cleaner was there like always. He loved cleaning the young pretty blonde DRs house. Often while in her bedroom Bob, as he liked to be called, noticed her vast shoe collection. Bob had an intense foot fetish and was very submissive. This was something not many people who knew Bob knew. Today he was exceptionally horney. When he opened her closet his eyes locked on the various shapes and sizes of her shoes. Kneeling, he picked up a shiny red spiked heel. He wondered if it had been worn recently. Holding it to his lips he kissed the instep. Next his nose sniffed the inside. A faint hint of perfume and leather entered his nose. Not the strong foot sweat he'd imagine from a recent night of dancing. No, that would be too much to expect. He reached down for a black flat shoe. Inside he could see her toe imprints. As he sniffed the scent was more of dried sweat and old leather than the high heel. This scent excited him. Robert fondled himself as he mashed the shoe to his face. It was then he remembered the muddy sneakers he'd seen when he came in the back door. In a flash Robert was on the back porch with rags. He scrapped and wiped away all the mud from a wet shoe. Inside the second one he found both of her rolled up wet sweaty socks. He stuffed them in his pockets and finished removing the mud from the shoe. Then he went back to her bedroom. Bob stripped off the top sheet she slept in all week and laid it out on the floor near the closet. He put the running shoes down and tossed her smelly socks next to them. He grabbed her pillow and laid it on the sheet. Slowly, as if about to make passionate love, he began to remove his clothes. Staring down at her sneakers and socks his cock began to stir. After he was naked he bent and picked up one of her nasty sneakers. As he played with his nipple, he held that shoe to his face. He sniffed deeply knowing that mere hours ago her foot had ran and soaked it with sweat. He was lost in lust. Pinching a nipple, standing in front of her shoe closet he moved his hips seductively. The shoe excited him in a lewd way. He licked on the instep trying to extend his tongue down to where her toes had been. There was sock lint and moisture from the rain and her foot in there. He tasted the mixture until his mouth tasted of her foot. Then he lay down and used one of her soiled socks on his face. His cock stood straight up waving in the air. He laid the toe end of the nasty sock over his nose. Both hand now were tugging and twisting his nipples. In his mind, he was lying face up beneath her with her dirty feet smearing their filth on his face. He thought of being her house servant and being made to lick her feet after her jog. As he sucked her sweat from the toe end of her sock, Bob felt he was doing as she commanded her foot slave to do. Before long he could stand no more. He sucked both filthy toe ends into his mouth. Grabbing her other dirty sneaker he pushed it onto his face covering his nose and mouth. His tongue swiped the insole. His nose drew in her essence. His hand flew to his raging cock. He fisted himself without mercy believing it was what she wanted to see. Soon his load shot out of the end of his dick. Hot, steamy cum splashed on his stomach. He groaned and rolled his head from side to side. When he recovered, he stood up and used her pillow case to wipe himself clean of his mess. He placed the shoes back in the closet, even the sneakers, and then finished changing the bed. After making it up perfectly he left her bedroom and finished his other duties then left for the next house. The next Friday at 2pm Bob entered the DR's home as before. This time she called him from the living room. Bob was shocked as the DR was never home when he came. On unsteady legs he went to her. "Good afternoon Ma'am," he said softly. "The office didn't tell me you would be home Ma'am, should I leave and you can reschedule?" With a very stern stare the DR froze him like a statue. His lips began to tremble. His heart was racing. His mind was trying to figure out what had gone wrong. He cold eyes made him uncomfortable. He tried to speak but was hushed by the slow shaking of her head. Then he heard a click. Next the big screen TV awoke and began playing a movie. The start of the movie was Bob. The theme of the movie was him masturbating to her shoes and socks in her bedroom. Without speaking they watch the entire episode. Bob nearly pissed himself in fright. He could say nothing. He couldn't run. He couldn't look from the screen. He could still feel her icy stare. When the show finally ended tears of shame and guilt streaked his dark face. Bob tried to eke out some apology, and that's when she broke her silence. "You will shut the fuck up boy!" she screeched. "How fucking dare you even think to do such a disgusting thing, and in MY bedroom, with MY shoes, on MY new fucking sheets!" Then she said, "I should send a copy of this tape to your superiors or better yet, to the police. You are a sick freak, a pervert." Then standing, she walked over to where he stood and fully slapped him right across his face. His head flew sideways. Although he was twice her size he took the blow. She then slapped him again only harder this time. He remained frozen. She waited for some sort of response but heard none. Walking back to her sofa she sat and yelled, "Stand over here before me freak." Bob slowly obeyed. She pointed to the floor and hissed, "Kneel pervert." Humbly Bob knelt before the blonde. He was scared to death to do otherwise. He was already on parole for drug trafficking, that's why he took the house cleaning job. If she busted him for his perversion he'd do hard time. Of course the good DR didn't know this. She didn't care either. All she knew was that her spy cam she'd placed in her bedroom to ensure he didn't steal from her had proved well worth the price of installation. Staring down at the kneeling frightened creep beneath her she hissed, "So we have a problem boy. If I call the police your creep ass goes to jail and I lose a house cleaner. Is that what you want faggot?" Bob pleaded, "No Ma'am please, I've already got cop trouble over my head. I'm so very sorry Ma'am. I've never done anything like that before. Please DR please, I promise I'll," That's when she reached down and slapped him again. "I'll tell you what you'll promise idiot. To gain my silence about this gross incident, you will agree to do what you certainly appear to be, a slave boy." Bob raised his head to look at her but saw her arm rise and quickly bowed his head to listen. "You see slave," she continued, "What you have is commonly called a foot fetish. A desire or affection to worship at the feet of a woman in a text book submissive way. I know, I work with you types every day. You need to be controlled. You want to be used and abused. The craving to belong to the owner of a pair of feet is so strong it doesn't even matter what condition there in. Clean, dirty, filthy pretty, ugly, it makes no different as long as you can please the owner of those feet to be made complete. Look at you, even as you kneel before me fearing for you freedom, your eyes can't leave my shoes." It was true. With his face stinging and facing jail, still Bob was staring at her shoes. He'd even begun to get a boner. How could she know him so well? It was as if he'd asked for this. "So slave, what's it going to be? Either you give up your freedom and rot in prison, or you agree to become my personal slave. That means I will now own you and you will remain on your knees worshipping my feet." Bob said nothing. He simply reached out and softly grabbed her ankle and pulled the tip of her shoe to his face, and kissed it. "Stand and strip slave," she commanded. He did then knelt down again. "Remove my shoe with your teeth foot boy." Carefully as not to scrape the fine leather his mouth kissed around her shoe. Bending he lightly held the heel in his teeth and tugged. Off came the shoe, exposing a face full of foot stench. She's not bathed before leaving today. She jogged, went to an adult book store to buy movies on foot slavery and had worn those heels without stockings. Her high instep and perfect toes released an odor that melted Bob's heart. His tongue licked the tips of her toes. She loved seeing the contrast of her warm pink feet on his black face. The feel of his tongue sliding between her stair step toes was incredible. She showed him her foot sole. He dragged his tongue from her heel to the bottoms of her toes. The taste of her sweat changed as his tongue travelled her foot. Suddenly she used her foot to push him backwards on the floor. She got up and used her other foot to dig the spiked heel into one of his nipples. He screamed but did nothing to remove the shoe. She lifted her foot and stomped it down hard on his other nipple. The groan of pure pain that came from him brought a smile to her face. Then using the end of the couch for support, the DR repeatedly stomped that shoe up and down on her new slave. The sharp heel dug and twisted each time. She was marking her territory. His stomach, chest and especially his nipples were her target. She stomped and stomped until her hair was sweaty. His black skin was marked scraped and bruised. Bob actually loved each and every moment of the torture. To him, this was the price of ownership. To be used and abused by the foot of such a beautiful woman was his heart's desire. He took each stomp as a badge of honor. When she finished, the DR again sat and ordered him to kneel. Weakly he complied and his face met the shoe that had just pummeled him. He removed it as he did the other one and his mouth began what would be a lifetime of oral worship to her feet. THE END Caught on Camera "Have you ever been on one of those webcam sites?" Leo asked me as we sat in the pub one night. "What? No. Have you?" I replied. "Yeah, go on them quite a bit when the mrs is out. You should try it sometime." "Are you kidding? Crystal would go mad if she ever found out." "Well then make sure she doesn't. I'm sure you know how to cover your tracks." He said. I'd stumbled across plenty of ads for those sort of sites, but hadn't ever really paid them any attention. "What you do on them then?" I asked. "Well you can just watch girls on cam, or you can use your own webcam and do 2 way chatting." "Er, not really sure it's for me mate and I don't have a webcam anyway." "I've got a spare one, I'll lend you it." And sure enough the next day Leo dropped around with a webcam. I wasn't sure about this at all, I was certain Crystal would hit the roof if she found out. I mean, surely it would still be classed as cheating? Leo didn't see it that way, in fact quite the opposite. If you were having a bit of fun with someone on the other side of the world what harm could it do. I wasn't convinced, but the following weekend Crystal was out with her friends so I thought I'd give it a try. I could always turn the damn thing off if it didn't work out. I waited a good half hour after Crystal had gone out in case she had forgotten something and came back. I trawled through a few websites before finding one where I could chat online with like minded women, whatever that meant. I put in a few details, got myself a username and settled down on the sofabed in the spare bedroom with the web cam ready to go. I checked out a few of the women before plucking up the courage to send a message to Wanda in Oregon, a 29 year old short haired brunette who looked pretty. I thought that was far enough across the other side of the world. Nothing happened for a minute or so and I was ready to move on when a video box popped up with a petite lady lying face down on her bed and a message. "Hi, this is Wanda, nice to hear from you." Wow, she looked hot. What now? What was I meant to say? I wasn't good at this sort of thing. "Hi Wanda, how it's going?" "I'm really good thanks and you?" We exchanged a few more niceties and I wondered when it would get onto the nitty gritty, or if this was it. "So what can I do for you?" She asked. "Oh, I'm not sure really this is my first time." "A virgin eh?", she joked, "Okay. Do you have a camera? We can speak then, makes it a bit easier than all the typing and helps to keep the hands free, if you know what I mean. Lol" I fumbled around for the webcam switch. I could already feel myself getting aroused and I was very nervous. I switched it on. "Hey, you look good," she purred in a soft American drawl. Sexy voice as well as the rest I thought. "So, would you like to see my tits," she asked? "Er, yeah sure," I stammered. So we were at the nitty gritty. She sat up on the bed and started to undo the buttons on her top very slowly and seductively. She had on a red silk bra, which she unclasped from the back and let slip down her breasts. They weren't huge by any stretch but looked very firm with hard dark nipples. Wanda started to play with her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asked. "Yes, they are gorgeous," I answered. By now I could feel my cock bulging within my boxer shorts. Wanda started to caress her breasts, circling each nipple with her fingers. I have to admit it was very erotic. "Do you want to show me what you've got?" she said softly. Did I? Well I'd gone this far, so what harm could come of it. I pulled my trousers off and pointed the camera towards my still covered cock. "Let me see then," teased Wanda. I stood up and eased my boxers off letting my cock spring out, already with a hint of precum on the end of it. "Oh, that's very nice. Mmmmm I'd love to suck that off for you." That obviously wasn't going to happen, but I played along. "I'd like that too." I replied. "Stroke it for me," she said. I put my hand around my cock and began to move it rhythmically up and down, squeezing out that bit of cum and rubbing It around the head. I was definitely feeling more relaxed now. "I think I will touch myself down there as well," Wanda said and I watched as her hand moved down her belly and into the waistband of her matching red knickers. I couldn't see her pussy, but I knew she was shaved, just the way I like it. "Oh that's it big boy, play with your cock and stroke your balls for me. I'm so wet." She groaned as she fingered herself in front of me. Now I had no idea how long we had been going on and I'd completely lost all track of time and was so horny I doubt I would have heard an elephant coming up the stairs. "Mmmmm I see you are not alone then," said Wanda as she continued to rub herself inside her panties. "Mmmmm, what?" I replied. "You have a woman with you. That is very sexy," she answered. "What?" I said again and then looked round to see a very red faced Crystal staring at me from the bedroom door. "Oh my god," I stammered trying to turn off the camera, shut down the PC and pull my boxers up all at the same time and failing on all three counts. "What the fuck is going on here?" she shouted at me. I really had no reply. By now I was holding my limp cock in my hand and there was Wanda on the screen still rubbing her pussy and playing with one of her tits, obviously enjoying the show. "Who the hell is that?" she demanded. "Er, oh, it's er Wanda from America," I answered. "I can see that you idiot it says it on the screen. How long have you been doing this then?" she asked in a tone that suggested whatever answer I gave would not be a good one. "This is the first time, honestly," was all I could say. "And where did you get a webcam from, we don't own one of those." "Er, it's Leo's." "I might have guessed he had something to do with it," she replied. She had never particularly liked him. "So am I not good enough for you?" she asked standing over me. "Yes of course you are, I just wanted to see what it was all about, it was only a bit of fun and you know how we like to push the boundaries" "With each other yes, not involving this slut." Wanda was still watching and still playing with herself, clearly having a lot of fun herself. "Hey, there's no need for that," said Wanda over the camera, "although I am feeling a little slutty tonight." she giggled. Great, that was really going to help. "So did you like watching my husband wank himself for you?" Crystal asked her. What was going on here, surely she should just ask me to turn the damn thing off and give me an ear bashing in private. "Actually, yes," Wanda replied, "he's got a lovely cock, you are a very lucky girl." "Lucky? Look at the pathetic thing hanging there all limp." She taunted as I sat there saying nothing. "I have fucked much bigger cocks than that. In fact I had one in my mouth earlier tonight." "What? You didn't?" I stammered. "Oh yes, at least 8 inches, big and thick." She was joking right? Crystal suddenly leant over and grabbed my flaccid penis tighter than normal causing me to let out a yelp. "Shall we help wake this thing up then?" she asked with a sudden glint in her eye. Now this was all getting extremely confusing. Crystal started to massage my cock and within seconds it was rock hard. "Crystal, what are you doing?" I stuttered. "Shut the fuck up." She growled at me as she continue to caress my stiffened member. "Right," said Crystal to Wanda, "I'm the one you talk to now, not him." "Fine by me," replied Wanda. "How about you take some clothes off then?" Christ, like that was going to happen. Crystal let go of my cock and lifted her jumper straight off to reveal her black bra and gorgeous tits underneath. Wanda looked impressed. "Very nice. How about I show you guys a bit more of me?" she teased and proceeded to pull down her panties provocatively. She was now completely naked. "You have a very nice shaved pussy," said Crystal, "no wonder he was taken by you, that's just how he likes them." I couldn't believe Crystal was talking like this to another woman. "Are you shaved then?" asked Wanda as she circled her clit with her middle finger. "Let me show you," replied Crystal. What the hell, I thought? This can't be happening, can it? My cock was still rock solid and unattended. I went to grab it and Crystal slapped my hand away. She undid the zipper on her skirt and let it drop to the floor to reveal black panties and stockings. God she looked hot. At this rate I was going to cum without any help at all. Crystal began to rub herself through her pants. "Do you like girls Wanda?" she asked as she let out a moan. "Oh yes," Wanda replied, "do you?" "Never really thought about it, but you do look very sexy," answered Crystal. I wasn't sure if this was for my benefit or not. Crystal knew I had always fantasised about her with another woman and this was probably about as close as it would get. I really didn't think she could get turned on in this situation but clearly she was horny as I was and I could see a telltale damp spot in her pants. "Take them off for me," purred Wanda. Crystal hooked her fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs. I could just about see her beautiful bald pussy and it was clearly wet. "Put your fingers in it," demanded Wanda. "Sure thing honey," Crystal answered. She sat down on the sofabed next to me and spread her legs wide open. I so wanted to touch her pussy and fuck the life out of her, but I sat still and didn't say a word. Crystal began to rub her breasts, lifting one of them up to her mouth so she could lick and suck the nipple, something she knew I loved. She then moved her hands down her body, touching every part of it before resting them on her inner thighs. She lightly moved upwards and then put one, then another finger into her pussy, moving them in and out. "Oh that's so good," said Wanda, who by this time was rubbing herself vigorously, "lick them" Crystal slipped her fingers out of her pussy which were glistening with her love juices. She put them into her mouth and sucked them clean. On screen Wanda was doing the same. "Are you feeling left out baby?" Crystal goaded me. "Er, just enjoying watching you two," I replied, and never a truer word had been spoken. Just when I thought my luck was out, Crystal, still with two fingers in her pussy, leaned over and wrapped her soft lips around the head of my cock. She moved her mouth up and down sucking and licking my bulging member. "Go girl," I head Wanda say. Fuck, I was never going to last at this rate, this was so erotic. "Suck him, suck him until he comes in your mouth," said Wanda breathlessly Crystal took her mouth off my cock and I groaned. "I want us all to come together," whispered Crystal. "Let's do it then," answered Wanda. Crystal went back down on me sucking my cock hungrily and wrapping her spare hand around it whilst she continued to finger fuck her own dripping pussy. Wanda was on the screen writhing on the bed rubbing her own pussy and shouting out expletives. I watched in awe as I saw her lift herself up slightly and slip a finger into her arsehole. She was working the back and front like a professional, it was the most incredible sight. "Fuck yes," screamed Wanda, "I'm going to cum" I could tell by the way Crystal was tightening her grip on her own hand that was in her pussy and the hand around my cock that she was also ready to explode and that was enough for me. I felt the familiar feeling building from balls. "I'm going to shoot baby, right into your mouth." "Do it," Wanda screamed. Crystal pumped my cock as hard as she could sucking and slurping the whole time. That was it, my cum burst from my cock, spurt after spurt, jetting right into Crystals mouth and down her throat. I heard her squealing as cum dribbled from her mouth down my cock and knew she had also reached her orgasm. "Oh fuck I'm cumming," cried Wanda and I watched her as she brought herself off at the other end of my computer, still furiously working both holes. Crystal had started to come down and was sucking at my softening cock. "Crystal, I'm so sorry," I said. I mean what else could I say? "Sorry, you should be sorry." She said releasing my cum covered cock. "Sorry for not getting a webcam a hell of a lot sooner, that was so fucking good." "What?" I said in disbelief. "Well who's to know if Wanda is over the other side of the world? Just our little secret," she giggled. Amazing how an orgasm could chill my wife out. "Hey you guys were great," said Wanda, still stark naked and rubbing herself, "I'd love to do it again and maybe next time I'll bring a friend." "I'm up for that if he is," replied Crystal. "Hell yeah of course I am and it's not fair that Crystal should be the only one to have a cock to play with." "Cock?" laughed Wanda, "who said anything about my friend having a cock?" That was it, I could already feel my cock starting to stiffen again and was already looking forward to the next time, and so was wife if the fact that she was now fingering her pussy again was anything to go by. "Perhaps I should be bring a friend without a cock as well," she smirked. Now that would be worth tuning in for.