Chapter 9 – The Movie
Obviously I never told my new boyfriend Jamie about my all night escorting appointment, as I knew that he wouldn't understand my desperate need to get hold of some cash, despite confiding in him that I was an occasional escort, back when we first met. It had now been just over four weeks since our relationship first started and nearly seven weeks since my fiancée upped and left after me admitting that I had been unfaithful with an Indian guy (Ash) on a drunken night out with the girls. They had been seven very long, and action packed weeks, but also intensely wild weeks, whilst clearly on the rebound with 20 year old Jamie. Our relationship seemed to be going at ‘break neck’ speed after first sleeping with him only a week after meeting him, and just a two weeks ago - dressing up in PVC as a ‘filthy alley cat’ to encourage him to partake in the ultimate taboo with me , by actually having anal sex with me, taking away my last bastion of morality – my anal virginity. Of course, it had been cathartic for me too, as anal sex was something that I'd simply never let my fiancée entertain in our relationship, and I'd now done it, all in-order to try and get some closure over my broken heart, and the recent revelation of his affair.
A week had passed since my over-night escorting appointment, and in that week I'd only seen Jamie the once, as I really needed to try to maintain some space for myself, and to try to keep a level head for work each day. Although he wasn't greatly happy about it, I was trying to now see him just a couple of times a week, rather than every night of the week, if only to give my body a chance to recover from his ‘animal like’ sex sessions.
Having secured a little more time to myself, I'd also enjoyed a couple of girls nights out with Holly Claire and Steph. With the weeks passing, I had finally admitted that I was now seeing 20 year old Jamie, and they were understandably really shocked, but after their initial reaction, they understood my need to get over my heart ache. They also agreed that it was better for me to be seeing ‘one guy’ and getting plenty of sex than going off the rails and sleeping with loads of random guys on drunken nights out over the past few weeks, at least I was relatively safe with Jamie. But the plot thickened on our second girlie night out though, as Holly let me into a secret about Jamie. She sat me down in the sofa area of the quiet bar, and explained that it was only a rumour, but she needed me to hear it all the same.
“I really don't know how to put this Sammy, so I'll just say it,” she began in earnest “but apparently Jamie is expecting a child with a young girl from the local college...”
“From from a past relationship?” I asked in shock.
She paused for thought, before adding “I really don't know whether the two of them are still together or have split, but either way, you should really watch out for yourself Sammy!”
“Oh my God,” I replied, feeling stunned, before adding “Well could you find out for me, maybe by asking your brother to delve a little deeper on the quiet..?”
“I will, of course hun,” she replied – placing a supportive arm around me, but before adding “And there is another rumour too...”
“What, you actually mean that there's more? Christ, what is it now..?”
“There is also talk that he's been seeing a 40 year old married woman with three kids that works in the local TJ Hughes store, who he apparently knows through his Mum...”
I felt quiet numb at the thought of the second rumour, especially if it turned out to be true, and that he'd been sleeping with this older married woman, and then coming over to my place and then having sex with me. I felt nauseous, but then tried to keep it in perspective as I said “God that's so awful, if it's true, but you really can't believe anything you hear can you Holly?”
Despite my momentary feeling of opportunism, I was soon dashing to the ladies toilets to make myself sick, at the very thought of the two pieces or information that Holly had just felt that she had needed to share with me.
Jamie and I met up, a couple of days later,and although I didn't ask him directly about the girl who may or may not be pregnant with his child, or the married mother, I did manage to ask him if he had been seeing anyone else at the same time as me. He was quite offended that I would even ask him such a question, and his reaction made me thankful that I had dared to bring the subject up, as despite totally ruining our evening, I felt quite sure that whatever rumours Holly had heard about him, it was just that a rumour.
After an incredibly difficult week at work, where I'd only managed to place myself 6 out of the 7 personal bankers in my branch, Saturday finally came. It really couldn't have arrived soon enough for me, especially as Jamie and I decided to venture into town and go clubbing. It was a welcome change, especially after so many Saturday nights spent just staying in alone together, eating take out food and having sex all through Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, until the flat smelt of sex and body odour. It was therefore definitely time for me to once again feel good about myself, by getting all glammed up and showing my face in the town - on a Saturday night!
When we arrived at the busy seafront bar, some of Jamie’s mates were already there, which I didn't mind, as they had probably wondered why he'd been staying in for so many weekends too, but at least they could now understand why. I wore my classic little black party dress and heels, and thought that they must have sensed that Jamie had done well. It wasn't to be though, as I found them all quite dismissive, in-fact his mates were all jerks to be honest. Apparently one of them (nicknamed - 'kebab') was referring to me as Jamie's MILF so I guessed that he didn't really actually understand what a MILF was, as I haven't got any kids and I'm only 22! Or – he was getting me confused with the married 40 year old that Jamie was rumoured to also be dating, not a great thought!
One of his mates, called 'Barney' seemed to be okay though, and on the few times that we'd met, he always came across as a little more respectful towards me. He wasn't the sort of guy that I'd ever entertain the prospect of sleeping with, but he was okay, oh and he was called Barney because his full nick name is Barney Rubble because he was apparently always getting into trouble with the law, and fights, although to be honest, I'd never seen that side of him.
So as the evening wore on and the relentless rounds of shots got drunk, my beau Jamie, and Barney ended up encouraging me to following on with them to another club, as all the rest of Jamie's other ‘light weight’ mates got too drunk far too early and headed off home. Despite us all having far too much to drink, the three of us had a great time, even if at one point Barney tried to initiate me into having a bit of a dirty dance with him, as he tried to make the most of me wearing my little black party dress. He was just teasing though, all in an aim to wind Jamie up, and so didn't take offence when I bashfully pushed him away.
By the time that it was was part 2am, the three of us went to a local take-away for some much needed sausage and chips, and then looked at where we could continue our night, but the options were fairly limited. Jamie was all out of ideas, but Barney then said that his parents were away so suggested that we could all go back to his place, which was nearby and raid the spirits cabinet.
Once inside, Barney made us all what he called his 'signature drink' which was Bacardi, vodka, Grenadine and orange juice and we all downed it in one after the count of three. I think that the orange juice made it drinkable, but it was seriously strong, so I really should have declined, as my head was seriously spinning by that point! After another half an hour of messing around with Jamie and Barney, where they were talking increasingly about sex jokes and then trying to drunkenly get me to perform a clothed lap dance, to the RnB music that they were playing, Jamie and I eventually headed off to bed, as I was feeling seriously worse for wear.
We were given Barney's parents’ bedroom which had a huge bed, so with the door firmly closed, I quickly stripped out of my black dress of and lay naked ready for Jamie to give me a much promised drunken quickie after a night spent teasing him on the dance floor. I'd been whispering naughty thoughts into his ear back in the club, but one t
hing that I insisted on was that he needed to be quiet, and it had to be a quickie, as I really needed to get some sleep. As per usual, Jamie didn't need asking twice and revelled in the chance of being able to simply skip all of the usual foreplay techniques that I usually insisted on.
With me laid naked on my back, and with the ceiling now spinning like a fair ground ride, he was soon on-top of me, and making the most of the situation, as he began to fuck me bareback like a crazed drunken animal. He really had a thing for energetic sex,which was his usual style, but all thoughts about being quiet seemed to swiftly slip from the forefront of his mind. I was also becoming quite lost in the moment, knowing that it would all be over fairly quickly, and not stopping to complain as the headboard began to bang loudly against the wall. The intensity of his drunken thrusts probably actually made me a worse house-guest that even him, as his efforts soon had me loudly calling out for more, despite Barney being soundly and drunkenly asleep in the next room.
It was all becoming a bit of a blur to be honest, but the next thing that I was aware of, was the bedroom door open and the light from the hallway shinning into our room. I motioned for Jamie to stop for a second to see where the light was coming from, and as I looked over Jamie’s slender shoulder, I was greeted with the uncomfortable sight of Barney, who was stood across from us and holding a mini camcorder.
“You bloody cheeky sod..!” I shrieked in anger, as I shouted at him and told him in no uncertain terms, to get out of our room.
Jamie then piped up, asking me to please calm down. He climbed from me, looking fairly unconcerned by Barney's intrusion, as he sat by me with his bare cock exposed and said “Look mate, you can't be coming in and filming us, just put it away mate.”
I was feeling all the more uncomfortable with this situation, as Barney could now see all of my body, as I tried to grab for the sheets, but I was sure that he had already captured my naked form on the movie camera.
“I ain't looking to take part, I just wanted to film you two together...” he stated.
“I'm not being filmed having sex!” I barked back aggressively.
After a brief pause in this stilted conversation, Jamie then dared to ask me “How about if you just sucked me?”
“What, and you'd be okay with that?” I replied, shocked at his proposal.
“Well it's better than him filming us actually doing it, or trying to join in, isn't it Sammy?”
“There's no bloody chance that he's joining in!” I shouted.
Barney was still filming the ensuing argument, but then Jamie attempted to break the tension by waving his erect penis, by gripping it at the base, and saying “Come on Sammy, just a blow job, and we can get him to give us the memory card afterwards, so it'll be like having our own private porno movie?”
I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, but then in a moment of extreme impairment, I drunkenly smiled at Jamie and then held my blonde hair from my face, in-order to sink my head into the dark area between his expectant thighs. After my initial hesitation, I seized my moment and being 'the girl that I've always been' who was always in need of a new experience, I began to lovingly bob my head up and down on Jamie's always impressive tool as Barney stood just two feet away and filmed the action. I was conscious that Barney needed to continue to stand a safe distance away, but equally so that I wanted to make my very first porno movie a professional affair, as I set about in gifting Jamie with an intensely sloppy, deep-throated and loving blow job…
Spurred on by a sense of once again trying something completely new, and with the evening's copious amounts of alcohol now serious affecting my judgement – I wanted more.
I pulled back from Jamie, after several minutes of cock loving, and slurred “Come on then big boy, are you gonna finish me off with that lovely cock of yours or not?”
He looked at me in shock, clearly confused by my change of mind, looking at me as if I was clearly ‘out of control’, lost in the moment, but he obviously wasn't willing to look unwilling in-front of his best mate, as he called back “Get on your knees then, if you really want it...”
With me positioned expectantly on my knees, Jamie sunk his erect member into me from behind, I barely felt him enter me, due to a sense of numbness running through my body, but as he began to slam into my slim rear, I knew that Barney must have only been a few inches away, and undoubtedly filming Jamie’s tool sinking in out out of my willing lips from behind. Barney then moved around the the front, crouching in-front of me, filming the expressions on my face, before zooming in, in-order to capture the view of my breasts wobbling and swaying with every stroke, and my overly-erect nipples. I looked straight into the lens, biting my bottom lip for effect, as I grabbed my right boob and called back to Jamie, “Come on big boy, just fuck me – let me have it!”
I couldn't believe how turned on I was performing these lurid sex acts for an audience of one, and I have to admit, although not at all keen at first, now – I was actually loving it. It was a world away from the relationship that I endured with my ex-fiancée which was in many ways, very private, yes - we did naughty stuff at home and then in a totally separate way, I worked alone escorting, but the two were never mixed. There was never a moment where we were as close to having a fully-fledged threesome as the three of us were now.
After a good twenty minutes of the two of us putting on this private sex show for Barney's camera, Jamie finally stopped, even though I managed to climax, and eagerly wanted more. Desperate to encourage him to continue, and to fight back his feelings of tiredness, I said “Why don't you see if you could manage to fuck my tight little anus again, like you did back at mine, when I wore my cat woman outfit?”
“She does fucking anal as-well mate?” Barney exclaimed, before adding “That's incredible mate, I've got to see this!”
Jamie looked slightly coy, having obviously decided not to share certain elements of our sex life with his friends, which I was thankful for, but with me now acting like a loud mouthed drunkard, the cat was truly out of the bag, and I think that Jamie was now under significant pressure to re-create that night. I wasn't really sure whether it would work, especially without any lubricant, but after all the alcohol, I felt that I could just once again bite my lip and take it, as I encouraged him to try.
I lay face down on the bed, with my rear bucked up high, offering my tight brown opening to him as Jamie slowly pushed his bare cock into my anus whilst Barney filmed every inch of the action, holding the cam-corder just a foot away from my bum. With Jamie all the way in, Barney came round to my face and asked “Did that not hurt, when he fed his cock into your arse?”
I drunkenly replied “The first time we did it, it hurt like hell, but now – as you can see it's no problem...” as he tried to decipher what I'd just said through my slurred words. I then motioned to kiss Barney, with him at my side, as I puckered up my lips. He looked back to Jamie, as if for approval, but I sensed that he was busy concentrating on his strokes. Barney leant in, catching my lips with his, mid-stroke and I was able to lock onto his jaw and part my lips widely to begin exploring his mouth with my tongue. It felt weirdly intense kissing another man, whilst my own man was thrusting his cock into my anus, incredibly naughty, but also strangely addictive. We were soon broken apart though, and probably deliberately, as Jamie began to really increase his pace. He had hold of each of my buttocks firmly, slamming into me, as I must have been a little looser from all the drink and the fact that I’d already lost my 'anal cherry' to him a couple of weeks prior to tonight...
I again got a sense that Barney wanted to join in, in anyway that he could, but I heard Jamie say “Come on mate, you're here to film – remember?” in a nice, but firm way, as he clearly wasn't going to let that occur, and agree to share his woman for anyone’s entertainment. Although Jamie pummelled my poor sore anus once again, I didn't feel the pain half as much as I expected to, probably after all the drink I'd had, as I tried to put on an ‘R’ rated show for my man and Barney, whilst looking
‘sluttily’ at the camera whenever I had the chance to look up.
We ended the session with Jamie wiping my ass juice, from his impressive member and then fucking my pussy relentlessly and actually managing to make me orgasm, as I lay flat on my front – taking his animal thrusting until he ejaculated his potent young seed deeply within my womb.
I really couldn’t believe that I was actually able to reach orgasm in-front of Barney, but on that night - I’d well and truly lost my inhibitions, especially after that extra strong drink that I’d been served upon our arrival. Barney then held the camera close to my used entrance, as the two of them teased me that Jamie had pumped his spunk so far in, that it was never going to come out for the impending cream pie shot!
Finally it did begin to seep out of me and Barney made sure he caught it on video. Jamie even teased him, that if he dared to lick a bit of it from me that Barney could then fuck me, but I wasn't impressed at all, as I cried out “Jamie?”
“What?” he laughed back, with Barney laughing alongside.
“You can't just offer me out to your mates like a piece of meat!”
“Well I saw you two trying to snog earlier..!” he argued.
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