by Iona Nixon
"Why don't you take off the other one yourself, Sam?" Rick said, referring to her other sock. She complied and was soon full naked, spread eagle on the desk. I held one of her ankles as she leaned back for the camera, showing her pussy, now soaking wet, her cute little asshole underneath. She rubbed her tits, her pussy. She was hornier than I've ever seen a girl after just meeting her. Or maybe she was just a good future porn star.
"We have to see how good you are at sucking cock, Sam. Do you think you can do that for us?"
"Yes."
My heart skipped a beat when he said "us." I knew I was already in too deep, but now she was about to suck our dicks. Both our dicks. This was something I had only seen in pornos before, nothing I thought I would ever do.
Rick instructed her to sit on the couch. That dirty couch that so many girls before her had fucked on. She put her naked ass on top of it and Rick and I both moved closer to her, standing up. We freed our cocks quickly, with her help, and she started sucking.
She moved from dick to dick. I couldn't believe what was happening. I went there to try to save my girlfriend from embarrassment, to try to defend her honor, and now I was getting a blow job from a little slutty 20 year-old. ON CAMERA. With another guy. But I couldn't stop it now. She was a pro too, getting deep on our cocks. Sloppy, wet, using her hands on one cock while she licked the other one down, taking us deep inside her. Rick kept filming, kept instructing Sam on what to do, Sam kept sucking, clearly enjoying herself too. I kept quiet, except for the occasional moan I couldn't hold back. Rick gestured for me to move closer. As I did he told Sam to take both our cocks. I had never had my dick so close to another man's dick before, of course, but now they were touching, inside her mouth both of our cocks were sliding off of each others'. It felt weird, but good at the same time. Sam looked up at us with two dicks in her mouth at the same time, pretty eyes, make up starting to run, like a submissive little slut. I wanted to shoot my load on her face then, but Rick stopped us and said we had more to do.
She leaned back on the couch, limbered up and pussy dripping, and Rick told me to hold the camera. He went down on her and licked her clit as she screamed in pleasure. Her buried his face in her young ass and pussy for awhile while I filmed. Here I was making a porno. My dick was still very hard, watching a live porn right in front of me. I wanted more action. And luckily, Rick was there to give it to me.
"Want to taste a 20 year-old ass?" Rick asked me as he grabbed the camera from me. I got on my knees and pressed my lips against her pussy. She was dripping wet. I flicked her tongue with my clit. I shoved two fingers in her pussy, then three. She was wet and open for us. Two guys she had never met. She lifted her legs high so that I could get to her ass. Without thinking about it, I stuck my finger in her asshole.
"Oh fuck yeah, finger my asshole," she said. I continued to lick her wet pussy and stuck two fingers in her ass as Rick captured it all on film. "Make me cum! Make me cum! Finger my slutty little ass! Yeah, shove your fingers up there! Lick my clit! Lick my fucking pussy! Make me cum! Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. Don't stop, I'm cumming!"
I made her cum on that dirty couch, with my fingers buried in her ass and my mouth smothering her cunt. I made that little slut cum with Rick filming it. I felt like such a porn star. I had never felt like that before. What was I doing?
Before I could think too hard though, Rick said it was time to fuck. Knowing already that she liked it in her ass, Rick was confident in telling her what to do. He asked if she had ever been DP'd. She said she hadn't. Rick gave her some bullshit about how it was a standard in the industry and it would be great if we see if she could do it right. She bought it and Rick lay down on the couch, naked. Sam straddled him and engulfed his cock easily, her pussy still dripping. She fucked him slowly as I watched. The camera was still in Rick's hands. What a pro, I thought.
Now it was my turn. There was lube in the drawer of the desk, which Rick told me to grab, and I did without thinking. He told me to get behind her and told her to spread her cheeks for me. I lubed up my cock, watching them fuck, getting hard as I've ever been, and got behind her sweet ass as they fucked.
I grabbed the tip of my cock and pressed it against her little asshole. It slid inside, slowly at first. Her ass was tight. It squeezed my dick and she let out a little yell. He coached her through it as I slid in further, feeling Rick's cock through the wall. My dick was completely inside her ass now. She moaned and said she loved it. I don't know if she was lying or not, but at that point, it was all I needed to hear. Rick and I fucked her DP style, pulling our dicks in and out of her holes, at the same time, at different times, while she took it like a champ. I slapped that little ass like I had imagined doing before.
"Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Fuck me like the naughty slut I am. Fuck both my holes. Fuck my ass. Yes. Your dicks are so big. Do you like that? Do you like my pussy? Do you like my ass? Do I make a good little porn slut? Am I gonna make you cum? Are you gonna cum for me?"
Sam was a dirty girl, no question about that. And now she had taken a bit of control asking for our cum. Rick and I were more than happy to comply. I had to cum soon. My dick was being squeezed so good by her tight little 20 year-old asshole, fucking next to Rick's cock in her pussy. I pulled out, my dick throbbing, as did Rick at the same time.
Sam didn't need too much instruction as to what to do next. She got on her knees, in front of the couch. Her legs were wobbly, her pussy was stretched open and dripping. Her tits were worn out from being grabbed and bitten. She was used and abused. I guess that's what she came here for.
Rick and I stood above her. I started jerking my cock like they do in porn. I'd never had a girlfriend who let me cum on her face like this, so I was definitely ready to be a porn star too. Sam leaned her head back and opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and I came on her face, hard, in thick ropes, jerking my cock onto her mouth. Then, I'm not sure what came over me, but I slapped her mouth a little with my dick as I was cumming. I slapped her face a little. She said, "Yeah, slap my face with it. Yeah, cum on my face." I couldn't believe she actually let me do that, and liked it. Having just fucked her ass, now I was cumming on her face.
Rick handed me the camera and Sam turned her face to his dick. He jerked it too, and came all over her mouth and eyes, adding to my cum, giving her a cum drenching like I had only ever seen on video. She gobbled up what she could, sucked his cock dry of all the cum he had, and we were done.
Rick turned the camera off after asking her a few more questions. Sam didn't seem like she regretted any of it, in fact she seemed like she liked it. Rick told her where the bathroom was down the hall and that she could go clean herself up.
While she was gone, we got dressed as well and I didn't know how to resume our conversation. Here I was having just shared a slutty girl with this guy, our dicks rubbing against one another in her mouth, in her pussy and ass, and now I was supposed to just pick up where I left off? He joked with me about what happened, asked me what I wanted to do about my girlfriend's situation, and I asked him if he could take down the website. He nodded and said he would look into it.
Look into it? That's it? After everything that happened? He would "look into it?" I was feeling pretty vulnerable at that point though, so I knew I had to just leave. Maybe that was as good an answer as I was gonna get. Besides, seeing as how I just had sex on camera with two strangers, I wasn't in the right frame of mind anymore to deal with that whole thing. So I thanked Rick for his time, and said I had to be going.
"Come back and hang out one day, maybe we can do it again," he said as I was gathering my stuff.
"Okay," I said absent-mindedly, and left.
As I drove home with cum and lube and everything else still sticking to me, my mind was racing. What just happened? I just cheated on my girlfriend. I guess I needed it, since I wasn't getting anything at home these days. But what a mess. I fucked her bareback too. I should get tested. God, what a hot little slutty girl she was. Maybe I should have
gotten her number. What am I thinking? She doesn't want to see me again. We were all just doing the same thing. I have a normal life, I don't want to fuck that up. Maybe I'll just try to get Rick to take down my girlfriend's pictures and that will be the end of it.
I took a long shower before she got home in the evening. I thought about how my girlfriend had photos from an ex-boyfriend up on the internet and now I was going to have a whole video of really hardcore fucking with strangers. We ate dinner and watched TV as usual, but it was hard to focus on real life. Maybe I'll go back to see Rick sooner rather than later.
The End.
The Second Time with Vickie
Two weeks or so after the party at which I found Vickie shivering on the bedroom floor I had been using, I received a text message from her, while I was at work. It was cryptic to say the least: Need to talk to you. When would be good for you? V.
I spent several minutes trying to guess why she felt the need to talk. She had made it pretty clear before she left the following morning, that, basically, I had just got lucky with her, but that was where it ended. Julie, whose party it had been, had told me that Vickie and Simon were a devoted couple, rarely seen apart when it came to socialising. So why, I wondered, did she need to see me two weeks later?
The thought crossed my mind that, as I hadn't used a condom, she might be expecting my child, but I dismissed that idea almost immediately. Firstly, if she hadn't been using some form of contraception, the omission was easily rectified with the morning-after pill. Secondly, it was a bit too soon after the event to be sure about something like that.
But, having rejected that idea, I couldn't think of any other reason she would want to see me. Of course, the simple solution would be to meet as soon as possible and find out. So I replied saying that any evening after seven would be okay. Within two minutes of sending my reply, my phone bleeped to indicate an incoming message. It was short and to the point: Tonight?
I replied saying that would be fine. She asked for my address and I sent it to her. Her last message simply said: Your place, seven-thirty. Thanks. V.
Fortunately, I was too busy to dwell on the matter although once I left work my mind went back to trying to figure out why she needed to see me. Perhaps, I thought, Simon had somehow found out. Maybe she had even confessed to him and she wanted to warn me that he was looking for me. Again, I dismissed the idea. She could have warned me by means of a simple telephone call, or even a text message. Then I started wondering how she had got my mobile phone number.
Arriving back at my flat, I set to work cleaning and tidying the place, before ordering a take-away. Long before seven-thirty I was pacing up and down my lounge imagining ever wilder scenarios. The fact that she hadn't arrived by eight, did nothing to reassure me. Even if she'd changed her mind about coming to see me, I still didn't know what was behind the idea.
I had just about given up on her coming at all, when the intercom buzzed.
'Hello?' I said cautiously.
'Harry, it's Vickie.'
Her voice was giving nothing away and I pressed the door release before switching on the kettle, just to give me something to do while I waited for the lift to bring her up.
'Hi Harry,' she said, shrugging out of her coat. 'Thanks for agreeing to see me at such short notice. Er, I'm not messing up your evening, am I? Say if you have to go out later -- or if you're expecting anyone.'
'It's fine, Vickie. I had no plans for this evening except maybe an early night. It was pretty busy at work today.'
I hung up her coat and waved her ahead of me into the lounge. She looked good, in a loose shirt over black leggings and a pair of those Australian, fur-lined, suede boots that stopped just below her knees. The shirt barely covered her ass and allowed me to see, once again, what great legs she had.
'Drink?' I offered, as she looked around the lounge with interest.
'If you have some white wine and soda -- fifty-fifty -- that would be great. Otherwise tea or coffee as I'm driving.'
I made two spritzers, handed her one and sat down with mine on my sofa. She sat down at the other end and raised her glass with a smile.
'Cheers!'
'Cheers!' I echoed.
There a long silence while I waited for her to tell me why she was here. Finally, she shrugged and gave me an apologetic look.
'Now I'm here, I'm not sure where to start.'
'Well, like I said, I have no plans to do anything so take your time.'
She smiled and nodded gratefully.
'First off, I'm not pregnant or anything, just in case you were wondering. I finished my latest period two days ago so the little pills are still doing their job. We should really have used a condom, you know,' she finished, frowning sternly at me.
'You're right. And I'm sorry. But I didn't go to the party expecting that I'd be sharing a bed with anyone, so I didn't have any with me.'
'That's okay. No harm done. Secondly, as far as I know, Simon has no idea that I cheated on him.'
'Well I certainly haven't told him,' I assured her. 'I mean, I've never even met him and I don't know where you live or what your phone number is. So the only way he could find out is from you. Julie had no idea we slept together and you slipped into my room after everyone had settled down and slipped out again before anyone was up and about.'
'Yes, luckily that worked out rather well,' she nodded.
'So why are you here?' I asked.
'This is going to sound pathetic,' she told me.
'Try me.'
'It's just that, since you and I, er, had sex, I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. It doesn't matter what I do, it keeps popping back into my mind -- sometimes at really awkward moments,' she finished with a strained little laugh.
'I see,' I said, even though I didn't.
'It's been driving me mad. I can tell you that the night after the party, I made Simon fuck me all night. And every night since -- except for when I was having my period -- including last night and the night before. The trouble is, while we're doing it, I'm imagining it's you, not Simon, who's fucking me.'
'Oh dear.'
'Exactly,' she nodded. 'I don't know whether it's because it's the only time I've cheated on him, or it's because it's made me feel so wicked, or what.'
She paused and took a long pull at her drink.
'You know, if I was a serial cheater, then maybe I wouldn't think anything of it. But I have to admit, I get a certain guilty thrill just thinking about what we did.' She shifted her position and squeezed her thighs together. 'Right now, I'm getting wet talking about it.'
'I don't know what to say,' I said apologetically. 'But is talking about it, helping?'
'Not really,' she admitted frankly. 'If anything, it's making me feel even more horny.'
'Oh.'
We sat in silence again and I couldn't help remembering what it had been like feeling her naked body rubbing itself urgently against mine, or how it felt to fuck her. Then it was my turn to adjust my position, allowing my stiffening dick to straighten inside my jeans. Her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge and back up again.
'You're getting a hard-on, aren't you?'
'Yes. Sorry.'
'No, don't apologise. Like I said, I'm getting wet, which is the female equivalent.'
'You do realise,' I said, as my thoughts began to drop into some sort of order, 'we could have had this conversation over the phone? How did you get my number, by the way?'
'I asked Julie for it. Said something about planning a party and wanting to invite you. Don't worry, I asked for three or four other numbers as well. But you're right, we could have had this conversation over the phone.'
'So why come round?'
She took a deep breath.
'The thing is, I've started thinking the only way to exorcise the memory of you fucking me, is to do it again. To prove it was just a one-off; no big deal; that sort of thing.'
'Wow.'
'I know. What do you say?'
'I'm
not sure what to say. Where's Simon, by the way?'
'Oh, away on business,' she said dismissively. 'Every now and again his job takes him away for a few nights. The idea of sitting at home thinking about what we did, without him around to jump on doesn't bear thinking about.'
'Okay, let me see if I've got this straight. We had sex at that party. Somehow the memory has got under your skin to the point where even sex with Simon doesn't drive it away so you're hoping if you have some more sex with me, it'll burst the bubble, so to speak.'
'Exactly.'
'What if it doesn't?'
'What do you mean?' she frowned. 'Why wouldn't it?'
'I don't know. Maybe you're right and if we did it again you'd see it was no big deal, just some, hopefully, enjoyable fun. But what if you find it was just as good as the first time and that you want to do it a third time, maybe a fourth time?'
'Don't be silly. At the party we'd both had a bit to drink, we flirted, we danced and, more or less by accident, we ended up in bed together. I admit I found you attractive which is why I let you take my panties off. The next morning was just finishing what we started. Now I need closure.'
'Which you can get by having sex with me again?'
'Harry, believe me, I've thought of little else for the past two weeks. This is the only thing I can think of which will let me get my life back to normal. I mean, I've already cheated with you once, so cheating a second time is hardly making things worse. It's not as though I'm finding another man to cheat with, is it?'