“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, Jesus, you’re in so deep…”
“Your ass is so tight,” Matthew groaned. “Fuck, yeah.”
For long minutes, they filmed the anal sex from this position; until Alyssa thought she’d have to excuse herself, go to the bathroom and finger herself to climax before she exploded.
But after a few more minutes, it was time to shift things up.
Matthew pulled his cock from Danielle’s ass. It came away throbbing, hard and glistening with lube. Danielle’s tiny, puckered asshole was left pink and gaping for a moment, as Matthew left her empty.
But seamlessly, the handsome hipster grabbed Danielle’s shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around, and pressed his lips hard against hers; a kiss that was breath-taking in its passion.
Then, just as she swooned, he pushed her onto her back, on the couch.
The slender girl landed in the pillows and bounced up and down for a second, before lying still on her back, gazing up at her lover. Matthew towered over her; his raging hard-on sticking out between his legs like a branch on an oak tree.
Danielle looked beautiful – pale, and slender; wearing nothing but her black bra.
“Fuck me,” Matthew breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”
And with that, he knelt down between her legs, and lifted up her knees.
Practically bending Danielle in half, Matthew shuffled forward. His cock was perfectly positioned to press against Danielle’s pink little asshole once again; and this time all it took was one thrust to sink back inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” Danielle’s eyes opened wide.
Matthew grinned, and began to fuck her.
The couch creaked again as he pounded Danielle’s tight little ass; holding her legs up and apart by her ankles. The view was incredible; Terry’s camera caught the perfectly-framed shot of Matthew’s big cock sliding in and out of Danielle’s tight tush.
Danielle raised one hand to her mouth, and balled it into a fist. A moment later, she sunk her teeth into her fist to stifle her moans of pleasure.
With her other hand, she reached down and started rubbing her clitoris; which looked incredible since just an inch or two further down, there was a clear view of Matthew’s cock pounding in and out of her.
There was a palpable sense of arousal in the room. Asagi, Alyssa and Michael all watched, entranced, as the two lovers fucked.
Within moments, Danielle was moaning.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, rubbing her clit faster and harder. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”
And then she came.
Shuddering and flopping about on the couch, she surrendered to an explosive climax; one that would have lifted her three feet into the air if Matthew hadn’t got her pinned down; skewered in her ass by his massive cock.
Rubbing her clit furiously, Danielle let the waves of pleasure roll over her; and giggled as wetness gushed from her quivering pussy.
Alyssa moaned herself when she saw it. Danielle was practically squirting.
Her orgasm subsided, but it was too late for Matthew. Danielle’s ass had tightened the moment she came, and that was enough to balance him on the knife-edge of climax.
“Oh, God, here it comes,” he groaned, and Matthew pulled his cock from Danielle’s ass.
Stroking his glistening shaft furiously, Matthew clambered to his feet, and hunched over the couch. His shadow fell across Danielle’s naked body.
“Oh, God,” he groaned.
“Give it to me,” Danielle demanded.
“Here it comes!”
And then it did. His ass cheeks clenching, Matthew came. His throbbing cock exploded like a fire hose, and thick jets of cum splattered Danielle like a cannonade.
Splurts of pearlescent cum painted her face and chin. White ropes of sperm covered her tits. The contrast of the thick, white cum against the black cotton of her bra was incredible.
Danielle moaned and squirmed as she was covered in his cum; loving every second of it. She moaned, and licked a drop of cum from her chin.
Eventually, Matthew’s balls were drained, and he flopped down onto the couch next to Danielle.
Grinning, the nearly-naked girl leaned over and embraced him; crushing her sperm-flecked body against his naked chest.
They kissed; Matthew not even caring that his own cum was all over her face. Their embrace was so natural, and so loving, that it made Alyssa shudder with arousal while she watched it.
And then the spell was broken.
“Cut!” Snapped Terry, and the cameras stopped filming.
The almost tangible erotic energy in the room disappeared. Danielle giggled, and Matthew pushed her away, laughing and wiping his lips.
“That was great, guys,” Terry was already playing back the footage on the tiny screen on his DLSR. “Man, this is going to look incredible.”
Michael stepped up behind Alyssa and put his arms around her. She turned to him and smiled, her face flushed.
“Well,” Michael grinned, and Alyssa could see the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. “What did you think of that?”
Biting her lip, Alyssa reached over and squeezed his erection through his pants.
“I think you need to get me home,” she murmured with a smile, “and fuck the shit out of me.”
Chapter Seven
Two hours later, Alyssa and Michael lay naked in bed; gasping for breath and glistening with sweat. They’d driven home from the shoot in record time – and ripped each other’s clothes off as they scrambled upstairs to bed.
An hour of intense fucking later, Michael groaned, rolling over to look at his gorgeous wife.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “I’ve never seen you like that before.” He kissed her on the lips. “You kind of liked watching them make porn, eh?”
Alyssa blushed. Lying naked on her back, she stared up at the ceiling.
“I-I… I thought it was hot,” she admitted.
“I think it’s hot that you think it’s hot,” Michael grinned, and then he clambered up onto his hands and knees and straddled her.
Alyssa looked down his bulky body, between his legs. Michael’s thick, stubby cock was still hard and swelling.
“You haven’t cum yet?”
Michael kissed her.
“I wanted to make it last,” he grinned. “Not often I get you as wild and adventurous as this.”
And that’s when Alyssa bit her lip and said: “Well, how about this…”
Rolling out from underneath Michael, she clambered onto her own hands and knees, and wiggled her bare ass in his direction.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
Michael’s eyes grew wide.
In all their years of marriage, she’d never said that before.
“A-are you sure?” His cock was already throbbing at the thought. “I thought you said it was dirty…”
Alyssa snarled: “I said a lot of stuff.” Then she wiggled her butt at him again. “But watching that girl get fucked in the ass?” Alyssa licked her lips. “You can’t blame me for being curious.”
Michael clambered up onto his knees.
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” he grinned. “But we’ll need some lube.”
Alyssa glanced around the bedroom.
“Use the coconut oil, on my nightstand.”
Grinning, Michael shuffled over the bed and grabbed the jaw. A moment later, he’d popped it open and was slathering the delicious-smelling oil over his straining dick.
“Wow, this stuff is weird,” he sniffed his hand suspiciously. “It’s all lumpy.” But, as he rubbed it in, the white lumps disappeared and his cock began gleaming like a freshly-oiled baseball bat.
It was almost as thick and hard, as well.
While Michael slathered his shaft with coconut oil, Alyssa crawled to the edge of the bed and felt underneath it. It took her a couple of seconds, but she quickly located what she was looking for – her Hitachi Magic Wand (which, as a good Catholic
girl, she’d bought as a ‘back massager.’)
“Come over there,” Michael grinned, grabbing one of Alyssa’s arms in his oiled-up fingers and pulling her towards him.
“Wait,” Alyssa grinned. “I want to do it facing you, like she did.” Throwing a couple of pillows into a pile, Alyssa climbed on top of them – so her hips were elevated by the pillows; giving Michael deliciously unobstructed access to her pussy.
“Mmmm,” stroking his cock with one hand, Michael leaned forward and kissed Alyssa’s pussy. “I’m liking this adventurous new side of you.”
There was a buzzzz as Alyssa kicked on the Hitachi.
“Come on, baby.” She pressed it hard against her already-engorged clitoris. “Oh, fuuuuck.” She arched her back as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure shuddering through her body.
Michael grinned, and crawled between Alyssa’s splayed thighs. With his fingers still dripping with coconut oil, he pressed them between his wife’s ass cheeks, until he felt the wrinkled knot of her tightly clenched ass.
“Fuck, I have wanted to do this for such a long time,” Michael grinned, as he rubbed his thumb around her asshole, slathering it in oil. “You have such a sexy ass.”
“W-what do you think makes it so appealing?” Alyssa groaned, panting with arousal as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. “Man, that girl seemed to really like it.”
“Because it’s dirty?” Michael grinned, pressing his thumb against Alyssa’s oiled-up asshole. “You’ve got to be a naughty little slut to want it in your butt.”
And at that exact moment, Alyssa’s ass surrendered to the pressure of Michael’s thumb, and ‘popped’ open; literally sucking his thumb inside.
“Oh, fuck!” Alyssa’s back arched, and she squirmed as she felt his thumb sink inside her. “Jesus, that’s intense.”
“You just wait until it’s my cock,” Michael grinned, sliding his thumb in and out of Alyssa’s tightly clenched little ass – lubing it up with coconut oil.
“Unnnngh,” Alyssa was biting her lip. “W-well, hurry up – before I chicken out.”
“Sure thing.” And with another ’pop’, Michael’s thumb came out of Alyssa’s tight little tush, and he shuffled forward and pressed the head of his cock against her ass instead.
“Oh, shit,” Alyssa started breathing heavily. “Be gentle.”
“Sure thing,” Michael promised, and pressed his hips forward.
“Hunnnngh,” Alyssa clenched her teeth. The vibrator continued buzzing on her clit, and she was trapped in the weird headspace between fear and arousal. “Oh, God…”
“I think it’s coming,” Michael told her.
“Oh, fuck…”
And the with a ‘pop’, Alyssa’s ass opened up and sucked the swollen head of Michael’s cock inside it.
“Oh shit!” Alsyssa squirmed. “Oh shit, it’s so big! So big!” But Michael didn’t let up. He hooked his elbows under Alyssa’s knees, hefted her legs up and used the leverage to sink another inch inside of her ass.
“Jesus!” Alyssa’s eyes rolled upwards. “Fuck!” But the vibrator on her clit made the whole experience surreal; pleasure mixed with discomfort until something new started happening.
“I’m all the way inside you, baby,” Michael grinned, looking down at his cock; skewering Alyssa’s ass like a length of hardwood. “Are you okay?”
Alyssa was barely able to speak. “Mmmmpgh,” she mumbled, the sheets clenched between her teeth.
Michael took that as permission to proceed – and began to fuck her.
The coconut oil did an amazing job; and, like a well-oiled piston, Michael’s thick cock slid in and out of her straining ass.
For Michael, it was incredible. A deliciously tight, forbidden sensation. He wondered how he’d survived without this for so long.
For Alyssa, it was tortuous pleasure. She felt like she was being split in two – but, at the same time, the pressure on her clit was inexorable. She pressed the vibrator against her clitoris harder.
“Oh, fuck,” spitting out the sheets, Alyssa cried. “I think I’m going to cum!” And she was terrified. She didn’t know if she’d explode, or squirt, or do something even worse. It was all so intense.
“Fuuuuuck!” Her orgasm finally snuck up on her – and with a scream, Alyssa arched her back and allowed the pleasure to ripple across her body.
It felt so wrong, to be climaxing with a big, fat cock buried in her ass. But it was also one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had in her life; and her pussy literally gushed as her climax washed over her.
And as for Michael? The moment her ass tightened up, he felt himself tipped over the edge too.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your ass you little slut!” And his cock exploded like a firehose; filling her up with spurt after scalding spurt.
For a few moments, their clung to each other, lost in their simultaneous orgasm. But then the sensations began to fade, and with a groan Michael flopped down onto the bed beside his wife.
His cock ‘popped’ from her ass; leaving her sticky and empty-feeling.
“W-wow,” Alyssa gasped, switching off her vibrator. “That was…. Intense.”
“Yeah,” Michael grinned.
Alyssa rolled onto her side, and stared into her husband’s eyes.
“I think I’ll want to do that again,” she purred.
Chapter Eight
A few days later, the payment arrived.
“Whooop!” Michael came barging into the kitchen while Alyssa was feeding the kids breakfast. “Take a look at what just wired into my account.” And he showed Alyssa on the phone – slightly more than double what he’d invested in the porn movie his friend Terry had made.
Alyssa’s eyes widened as she saw the dollar signs. In her head, she was already spending it – that trip to Costa Rica. Perhaps upgrading her car lease.
“Terry said he sold the footage immediately,” Michael grinned, leading Alyssa out of the kitchen so the kids wouldn’t hear them discussing their porn career. “And the guy who distributes it? He really likes Terry’s stuff. He wants him to produce a bunch of new movies.”
Alyssa narrowed her eyes.
“So.. Where does that put us?”
“Terry offered us the same deal. We put up the money for hiring the talent, the equipment and the hotel room, and he’ll give us double from whatever he makes.”
Alyssa narrowed her eyes. “So what’s in it for him?”
Michael shrugged. “He has to live on this money. He got just as much as we did for that last shoot, but he had to pay his rent and pay his bills with it.” Michael leaned forward and kissed Alyssa on the cheek. “Fortunately for you, your talented husband already makes enough to do that at his day job.”
Alyssa laughed and pushed him away.
“Okay, okay. So when does he want to do it?”
“This weekend. We can get your folks to watch the kids.”
Alyssa nodded. She felt a flutter between her legs at the thought of seeing people fucking in front of a camera again.
“I’ll go and call them now,” Michael winked. “Then I’ve got to get to work.” He squeezed Alyssa’s ass through her yoga pants. “Somebody’s got to pay for all this.”
She punched him in the arm.
“Jerk. Just remember, I’m a porn producer now.” She stuck out her tongue at him. “Maybe I’ll go solo, and become the bread winner around here.”
“If you manage that, I’d marry you all over again.” Michael laughed. “I’d be happy to be a kept man.” And then he squeezed her ass again. “And I like how frisky it made you.”
She punched him in the arm again.
“Get to work, you jackass.”
“Okay, honey.”
Michael turned to leave – but before he did, Alyssa suddenly thought of something.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
“Yeah?” Michael turned to her.
“Who was that chick doing the m
ake up last time? The Japanese girl.”
“Asagi, or something. I can’t remember her name.”
“Well, listen to this as an idea. Why don’t we get me to do the makeup?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I did a better job than her anyway, and that way the money we would have spent hiring her, we can put into our own pockets.”
Michael’s lips curled.
“Now that’s thinking like a movie producer, baby,” he grinned. “That’s an awesome idea.”
Alyssa grinned. It wasn’t just a good idea financially. She also thought it would be nice to have something to do other than just sit and watch. She nearly left a puddle the last time, she’d been so turned on.
Chapter Nine
Now that Alyssa was a more active participant in the project, she decided to set some ground rules.
“We’re not filming the next one at the fucking Marriott,” she hissed. “It’s a nice hotel, but it looks tacky.”
Fortunately, she’d already looked up a house they could rent on Air BnB for not much more than a luxury hotel suite.
“And this will look so much classier.”
As long as Michael knew he’d get twice his money back, he didn’t care – and Terry, too, didn’t seem to give much of a crap. The only thing he was adamant about were the stars.
“We’re going to hire Danielle and Matthew again,” Terry told her over the phone, a couple of days before shooting was due to happen. “The distributor really likes her. And this time, he wants another threesome – so she said she’s got a fuck buddy who’d be interested.”
Alyssa thought Danielle was downright sexy as well, so she was more than happy to watch her get fucked again.
Before they knew it, the weekend rolled around – and the kids were once again packed off to Alyssa’s mother.
This time, as she sat in the passenger seat of Michael’s Chrysler on the way to the rental house, Alyssa felt butterflies in her stomach. This was really happening – she’d become a porn producer!
It felt deliciously naughty. If only her mom had known the truth about where they were going, instead of just a spa day like she’d claimed!
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