Cinema Erotica

by Laura Antoniou

  “Let's see you fuck yourself, baby,” he said, raising the camera. “A slut like you shouldn't have any problems fucking for the camera. Get it in!”

  Thea arched her back and eased the tip of the cucumber into her cunt. It stretched her, but its rounded tip slid in gently. She panted and moaned again, as she gradually worked it into her. Mark danced around her, snapping off pictures of her with the cucumber at different angles. He was aching to replace the vegetable with his own boner, but he waited, and finished the pack of film. Then he moved between her legs, pushing her thighs apart to open her even more. Her breath came in a harsh, shallow rhythm, and he could tell she was close to coming.

  “You love this, don't you, you slut?” he demanded, lifting her legs up. “That's it, get that in there. You just love fucking yourself in front of me. It gets you hot, doesn't it? Tell me what a slut you are. Admit it.”

  “Yes, yes,” Thea moaned, her head tossing back and forth. “I am a slut…your slut…I need to be fucked, I need it so bad…” Her body shuddered, and she began to tense. Suddenly Mark plucked the cucumber out of her hand and pulled it out, covered with her juices. She opened her eyes in shock, and he grinned.

  “I'm gonna shoot my load before you do, slut,” Mark said. He wiped the cucumber off on her belly and thighs. “Look at you. Filthy bitch…all covered in your own slime. Let's get you cleaned off.” He pulled at her garter belt and dragged the stockings down her legs, stripping her completely naked.

  With that, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her, stumbling and out of breath, to his bathroom. He turned the shower on and pushed her in. The water was cold, and she screamed as it hit her body. He pointed to the soap. “Start cleaning yourself off, bitch.” When she reached for it, he adjusted the water to a more comfortable temperature, and began stripping off his own clothing. She lathered herself up, turning and posing for him, and she smiled like the wanton she was when he exposed his substantial erection. He climbed into the shower with her as she rinsed off, and had her soap him up. Then, after he rinsed, he brought her mouth to his chest.

  “Lick me,” he ordered, over the sound of the shower. “Lick my entire body. All over.”

  And she did, starting with his chest, nibbling on his nipples, washing his underarms with broad strokes of her tongue, wiping it across his back, and legs, teasing the crack of his ass, then swiping across his balls. He groaned in near agony. He couldn't take it any more.

  He took a firm hold on her head and thrust his cock into her open mouth, past her tongue and into her throat. She closed her mouth around his manhood and he felt a deep tug on it as she embraced the length with her throat muscles. Was there nothing this woman couldn't do?

  He twisted his fingers in her hair and thrust into her again and again, pulling further back, using all his control, until he couldn't stand it any more. Feeling the eruption in his balls, he pulled his dick out and shot his come right across her face, splattering her forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. The sight of her face dripping with his offering was almost too pleasurable to bear, and it was almost a relief when the shower wiped it all away.

  She clung to his legs, and he cradled her head while the warm water washed over them both. When they finally regained their breath, he turned the water off and helped her out.

  “I'm not finished with you yet,” he said, handing her a towel. “Don't dry between your legs.”

  When they were both mostly dry, he took her back into the living room and put her back on the coffee table with a towel under her. He went back into the bathroom and came out with shaving cream and a fresh razor. She looked genuinely concerned for the first time, as he knelt down between her thighs again.

  “Don't you like the design?” she asked hesitantly. He looked down between her legs and nodded. It was very nice, the way she had it shaved in that cute diamond shape.

  “Yeah. But I think anything that makes you more naked will help matters, you know?” He brandished the can. “Any objections?”

  She hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and leaned back. He lifted her ankles and said, “Hold them. Keep yourself wide open while I do this. I want you to feel open and vulnerable every minute.” She shivered and obediently took hold of her ankles, and he sprayed the shaving cream into his hand.

  At the first touch of the cool cream to her sensitive lips, she trembled, but held her position. He used the tips of his fingers to gently massage the rich foam into her hair, and around it, using it as lubrication to tease her. He got to know the folds of her skin, and the areas that she liked touched, and he pinched and prodded to get reactions whenever he felt like it. Even when the foam started to subside, he didn't stop his groping, but added more and began again.

  “How would you like it if I did this while a crowd of my friends watched?” he asked, watching her reaction. She arched, shook her head in pleasure, and he felt her tremble beneath him. “I think you'll have to shave every day, if it gets you this hot,” he joked. “But then, what doesn't get you hot, you slut? I bet you'd really like to be stripped and shaved in front of an audience, wouldn't you?”

  She groaned and her legs shook, her hands still locked around her ankles. Finally, Mark wiped his fingers off and picked up the razor. With agonizingly slow and careful movements, he proceeded to shear her of all her pubic hair, baring her delicate flesh to the cool air. Inch by inch, he exposed her mound, stripping away the last covering she had, until it gleamed a bright pink, and the last of the hair was gone. He rinsed the area with a damp towel, wiping away the last traces of soap and any stray hairs, then quickly dived in.

  The petals of flesh guarding her cunt opened as his lips and tongue assaulted her. She cried out, an incoherent cry of pleasurable anguish, and he reached out to brace her thighs in the air, pushing her back. His mouth wanted to take on all of her. He wanted to let his tongue dart in to sample her, wanted his teeth to tug on the lips and the hood which guarded her center of pleasure. She shook and impossibly thrust back at him, inviting him the way she had been doing all night, until he felt he was buried in her, in her taste and scent, and the wonderful feel of her bare skin against his lips and his cheek.

  He ate her like a man gone mad, thirsting for something withheld. He licked at her, teased her and washed her with his tongue, until he felt the unmistakable thrustings and rhythmic breaths that signaled her journey to orgasm. Then, as before, he stopped and drew away. He picked up the camera, and popped in the new film cartridge. “Don't let those legs down yet,” he cautioned. “I want some memories of this too.” She tightened her hold and almost cried as he took his time, walking around her and taking shots from all angles. He stood over her head, his cock dangling over her mouth, as he aimed down between her legs, and she opened her lips for him. But he only teased her with it, allowing her to lick the tip a few times before her finished his shoot and told her to put her legs down.

  She twisted on the table, clamping her legs together, her hand snaking down to that neglected nub, now twice thwarted from her pleasure, but Mark stopped her. “Oh no, not yet, my sweet slut,” he said, pushing her hand away. “I think I wanna come again before I let you do that. If I let you do that at all. Maybe I'll just fuck you and throw you out. Maybe I'll shove that cuke up your cunt again and send you home with it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He reached for his coat and pulled a condom out of the inside pocket.

  Thea moaned at each suggestion and nodded, then whimpered. “Oh, God! Oh please, don't do that, I'll do whatever you want, but let me come! I need to come so bad!” She arched her back, welcoming him, and he chuckled.

  “Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you,” he said, tapping her leg. “But I want a change of scenery. Turn over, get your butt up in the air. Make like a hungry little bitch for me.”

  Eagerly, she got up and turned over, resting her elbows on the table, and sticking her delectable ass out at him, wiggling it a little. He grinned, and stroked her thighs, and spanked that available rear until it turned pink again, and it match
ed her freshly shaven pussy. Then he unwrapped the condom and slipped it on, welcoming the tight feel of it. With one more moment to arrange his position, he aimed it at the entrance to her cunt and thrust in.

  She squealed as he opened her and thrust up and back. In answer, he pulled back and plunged into her again and again, just like he had invaded her throat a short while ago. But her pulsating pussy walls enveloped him in a softness that was absolutely unbelievable, and he gasped at each new entry into paradise.

  Between her own natural lubrication, his spit, and the extra lube on the safe, she was absolutely flowing with wetness. As he slammed into her, they could both hear a distinctive slap, and the droplets splattered the inside of her thighs. She cried out and moved beneath him, and actually screamed when he pulled completely out of her and plunged forcefully back in. She cradled her head in her arms as he thrust against her.

  “Oh yes, oh yeah,” Mark chanted as he thrust. “Oh, this is so good, you are such a fucking slut, you love this, don't you? You love it!”

  “Fuck me, fuck me…yes! God, yes, that's it, do it!” Her own replies were as tortured as his chants, bursting out with exhaled breaths, her whole body reacting to the building pressure between her legs.

  When he pulled out again, she was ready for the return thrust, but instead he pulled her ass cheeks apart with his hands and pressed up against the tight brown hole he exposed. She screamed again and thrust back, and in a moment, his well lubricated cock had slid neatly into her hot, tight back passage, and she couldn't hold back anymore.

  As he began to move back and forth, she felt the first stirrings of a good come, and she threw her head back. “Yes! Fuck my ass, pound me, fuck me, do it, finish me!”

  He felt her tight ass muscles contracting against his cock and let it all go. His hips moved faster and harder, and as she came in a shuddering, shattering orgasm, his cock felt like it was literally being milked of his come. He spurted deep into her, his hips grinding against her butt, his hands locked around her hips.

  She came once, twice, then, as he leaned into her and eased her down, he found her center with his fingers and returned her favor by milking one last orgasm from her sweaty body. His cock shrunk and he withdrew carefully, and lay beside her on the floor, both of them covered with a sheen of sweat. She turned toward him and rested her head on his chest, her dark hair spilling out over him, and he stroked it, admiring it again.

  They didn't speak for a long time.

  Finally he groaned and sat up, leaning against the couch. She pushed herself up and put her head in his lap.

  “You were great.”

  “You are something else!”

  They both laughed. He leaned his head back. “You are one hot lady,” he said finally. “I never thought I'd meet someone like you at that movie.”

  “Hmmm. I was looking for you,” she said softly. He looked back down at her.

  “Huh? What do you mean?”

  “That was the fourth time I've seen that movie,” she replied, giggling. “You were the first guy to treat me right while we were in the theatre. Everyone else wanted to take me out to dinner and talk about things first. Or they thought I was a hooker, or playing some kind of trick on them. You just dived in.” She grinned. “I like that in a man.”

  “Oh?” Mark couldn't help but smile. How couldn't he? He'd just had the best night in ages. He wrapped some of her hair in his hand and gently shook her head. “Well, because of you, I missed half the damn movie. So I think we should go back tomorrow night.”

  “Oh?” she replied, her eyes shining.

  “Yeah. And this time, you'll blow me while I watch.” He watched her for any sign of a negative reaction. Instead, she melted into him again and wrapped her arms around his legs.

  “Oh yes,” she said softly. “Yes, master.”

  Mark could definitely get used to this.

  THE END