by Jessie Cooke
“Nothing. A movie is good…”
“Nope. No movie until you tell me what that smile is about.”
She felt the heat rising up her neck and into her face. “I just had a…naughty thought last night and when you said movie it reminded me of it.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Well, now you have to tell me.”
She cleared her throat. She was turning into quite the pervert lately…but only where Maz was concerned. He made her want to try things that she’d never imagined before. “I was just thinking that instead of watching a movie…maybe we could make one?” Her voice squeaked out the last part and Maz started laughing.
“Mon doux ange, je t’ai corrompu.”
“Do I want to know what that means?”
He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “My sweet angel…I’ve corrupted you.”
She giggled. “Did I tell you that it had been almost five years since I had sex before I met you?”
He pulled back and looked down at her, shocked. “Seriously?” She nodded. “Fuck…sorry, but…fuck…why? Jesus, is every man in fucking Fresno blind or crazy?”
She put her hand on his face. “You’re so sweet.”
“I’m completely serious.”
“I know, that’s what makes you so sweet. I got my heart broken and I just associated those bad feelings with sex, I guess. I did my best to avoid a situation where a guy might want to have sex…until you.”
“Wow, that’s…it’s crazy. You’re just too fucking gorgeous and sexy to not be touched for that long. What made you decide to have sex with me, then? Were you just tired of being celibate?” She brought her other hand up so that she had one on either side of his face and she said:
“No. I just wanted you. I still do…almost every minute of the day.”
“I can’t figure out why, but Je suis tout à toi…sorry, I’m all yours…so, about this movie…”
She laughed and pulled him down in a kiss. Their conversation was all forgotten for the moment and they were both lost in the feeling of their lips, tongues, and teeth, slurping, scraping, and rubbing against each other. When she started getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen, Maz stood up and pulled her gently to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and walked her backwards to the tiny bedroom, kissing her again the entire way.
14
When they got to the bedroom, Maz reached into Marissa’s back pocket and pulled out her phone. He knew she was feeling sexy and adventurous, but also a little nervous. If they were going to make a video, they would do it on her phone so she never had to worry that anyone else would see it. “We’re going to do this?” she asked, breathlessly.
He held up the phone and grinned. “I’m in if you are.”
“Yes, let’s do it,” she said. Her face was still bright red. She was embarrassed by her own naughty ideas, and Maz loved that. He loved that she was such a contrast from real life in the bedroom.
“Take off your clothes, Belle,” he said, taking a step back. While she began to strip, slowly, he switched her camera to video and pressed the button. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he began filming her. He could tell, as she unbuttoned her shirt and opened it up to expose her bra to the camera, that she was getting turned on already. Her breaths were coming shorter and she was running her hands up and down over her own body. She looked fucking hot and the snake, already interested, was threatening to rip a hole in his jeans to get to her. He took a deep breath and tried to stay focused on what he was doing and not what she was doing. He could always watch it later, he hoped.
She slowly shrugged out of her shirt and then, leaving her bra in place, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. With a sexy smile in his direction, she began to peel them off. Her bra was simple, off-white with lace around the top, and as she lowered her jeans, he could see that her panties matched. She could make the simplest things look sexy, and her underwear set was no exception. When she got the jeans to her ankles, she slipped out of her shoes and then slid one leg at a time off, standing up, throwing back her hair and exposing her panty- and bra-clad body to the camera.
Fuck…He watched in anticipation as she put her right arm behind her back and unhooked her bra. She used her arms to squeeze her breasts together for a second, and then she let the straps fall off her arms and the bra fall to the floor. He sucked in a deep breath and he had to run his hand over the bulge in his jeans…just to settle it down a bit. She smiled, winked, licked her sexy lips, and then turned her back to him. What he thought were simple panties turned out to be nothing in back but a lace strip around her waist and a string between her cheeks. She arched her back, making him automatically begin to unfasten his own pants. She hooked her thumbs in the lace and began to wiggle her pretty butt as she pulled the panties down over it. They were to the tops of her thighs when he had his pants completely undone and was considering sliding his hand down inside. She was killing him with her sexy striptease…and knowing he would have a video to watch later – that was even sexier.
Once she was completely nude she turned to face him and with a smile, she reached for the phone. “Your turn,” she said in a sexy whisper.
Maz chuckled. “You want me to strip for the camera?”
“No,” she said, licking her lips. “I want you to strip for me.”
“Votre souhait est ma belle commande.”
“English?” she asked, breathlessly.
He smiled and stood up. He began to push up his t-shirt and said, “Your wish is my command.” He pulled it over his head and then disconnected his insulin pump saying, “We can edit that part out later.”
“All of you is sexy,” she said. He could tell that she really meant it to. He had no idea why or how he’d gotten so lucky…but he was going to cherish every second of it. His pants were already undone so he used his feet to kick off his boots and then he slid them down and off. Standing in front of her in a pair of white boxer briefs with the head and neck of the snake peeking out at her over the top of them was hot, especially because she was staring at him with pure lust in her pretty eyes. He smiled at her and then turned around. He heard her giggle when she realized that he was going to emulate her actions. This would be part of the video he wouldn’t need to see…but he was feeling playful. He arched his back, hooked his thumbs in his boxers, and began to wiggle his ass as he pulled them down.
“Oh, baby, that’s hot,” she said with another giggle. Maz laughed and once he had the underwear off he stood back up and turned to face her.
“Now what, Belle?” he asked. That wicked smile was back as she walked over to a shelf in the wall directly adjacent to his bed. She put the phone on the second from the top shelf, sideways, propping it up against a motorcycle repair book. He watched as she pressed the camera on again and then went back to the bed and lay down on her back, bringing her knees up and then letting them drop open. Maz forgot she was directing this little movie, and literally dove between her legs. She moaned as his tongue touched her wet lips and then moaned louder as he slid it up slowly, pausing at the top to press and flick against her clit. She put her hands in his hair, grabbed his curls tightly, and pressed his face down hard. Maz spent several minutes licking and sucking…tasting her beautiful, sweet pussy. He loved it and he wasn’t ready to stop when he felt her pulling his head up by his hair.
He lifted his head up anyway and looked at her. She smiled and shook her head. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
He grinned. “You want more?”
She nodded, and he started to dip his head down. She pulled his face up again and said, “Later. I want to taste you first. Get on your back…please.” He chuckled at the please. She had the makings of a sexy dom…she’d just have to learn to be less polite. He rolled over onto his back and as soon as he was flat on it, she was on top of him, straddling his waist. He could feel her wet pussy against his hot skin. It sent chills running up and down his body. She slid herself down, leaving a trail of pussy juice on his belly and then
down the snake. He could feel it throbbing and he was almost lightheaded thanks to all of the blood in his body being down south.
When she got down past his cock she changed her position, putting her knees between his legs and pushing his thighs open. She sucked the tip of the massive beast into her mouth and then sucked him in until she couldn’t take another inch, before raising her head up and licking the head again. She did that a few times before saying, “Maz, fuck my mouth.” She slid her hands underneath him, gripping his hard butt cheeks tightly. He arched his back and pushed himself further into her mouth. She raised her head and then lowered it, bobbing it up and down while squeezing his ass as he thrust his hips up and down, driving himself in and out of her mouth, touching the back of her throat each time and listening to her gag slightly. She was slurping and sucking in breaths around his big cock.
She looked so hot that he wished they had gotten on the bed in the other direction so that the camera could see her. She must have had the same thought because only seconds later, she turned her body around, placing her pussy over his mouth and taking his big cock in her hand. She wrapped one hand around it and then the other and she began to stroke him, slamming the head of it into her tongue each time. He licked and sucked her pussy while she did that, and thought about the camera rolling. Fuck, he almost couldn’t wait to finish fucking so he could watch it. The more she sucked and the more of her juices that ran down his throat, the more excited he got and the more urgent was his need to be inside her. He spent almost a full minute then, vigorously fucking her mouth while he licked her pussy. He didn’t stop until he felt like he was going to have an orgasm and was beyond being able to stop it. He tried to pull her back toward him and off of it and he felt her shake her head. With her lips still full of his big cock she said, “No…come in my mouth, Maz.”
“Oh, baby…”
“Come for me,” she said. “Think about how hot it’s going to look on the video.” She sat straight up then, on his stomach, and took his cock in both hands and began to vigorously stroke him. Maz felt like his orgasm was consuming him from the inside out and he let out a cry that he’d never heard before and might just bring his brothers running…and then the snake exploded. Marissa kept stroking as he rode wave after wave and he felt the evidence of his own climax dripping off of Marissa’s body and down onto his. Fuck…he couldn’t wait to see the video.
Marissa turned around and kissed him on the lips and then without saying a word, she got up and turned off the video. “I’ll be right back,” she said, before disappearing into the bathroom. He got up while she was gone and got a towel out of the closet and cleaned himself up. When she came out, she was cleaned up and she went over and lay on her back on the bed. “Turn the video back on,” she said. “Please.”
Maz smiled and went over and pushed the little red button on the phone. He went back over to the bed and said, “What do you need now, ma chérie?”
Smiling up at him with her hair disheveled around her head and her lips wet from licking them, she said, “Make me come, Maz…with your fingers this time.”
He lay down next to her and propped his head up on one elbow so he could reach her lips. He kissed her, hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue like he’d never been there before, and while he did that, his other hand found its way down between her legs. He felt and heard her gasp when his fingers touched her clit softly. He began to rub it, putting pressure on it and rubbing it in full circles. Marissa lifted her hips up off the bed and arched her back, breaking the kiss and moaning out his name. He’d never thought of the name Maz as being sexy until he heard her say it when she was aroused. It sent chills racing down his spine every time she said it and he rubbed her clit harder…and then slid his fingers down her wet slit and to her opening. He pressed one finger in and she pulled her legs open wider.
He looked up at the phone – the video was going to be off the hook. She began to move her hips up and down as he moved his finger in and out. After several seconds, he added another finger. With two fingers now he increased his pace and his intensity, feeling his knuckles collide with the soft flesh of her pussy with each thrust. She was getting more excited, clawing at his shoulders and begging him to fuck her harder. Maz slid in a third finger and she cried out, loudly. She was riding his hand like she was on a bull, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and when he felt her body begin to tighten up and the muscles in her pussy clamping down tighter around his fingers, he crooked one and brought his thumb up and pressed down on her swollen button…and that was when she let go.
Her body began to convulse, and she was whispering curses, slapping at his shoulders and still rocking her hips up and down. He worked her pussy a little longer, waiting for her body to relax completely before pulling them all the way out, and when she opened her eyes just a slit to look at him through her eyelashes, he licked his fingers, one at a time. The snake was coming to life again…he needed some of the action. Maz didn’t ask her what she wanted at that point…he could see it on her face.
“Turn on your belly, ma chérie, and face the camera.” Marissa’s legs were still shaking, so she moved slowly and Maz helped her. Once she was facing the camera he got behind her and raising his hand, he gave her full, round ass a solid smack. “Look at that camera, you naughty little vixen, and tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she said, lifting her head to look into the camera.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to put that big cock in my pussy and fuck me, Maz. Please…fuck me.”
15
Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was being. She had either lost her mind, or she’d found her niche, she wasn’t sure which. The idea of the camera watching them was making her insatiable. She wanted to do Maz and she wanted him to do her, in every possible way. The idea of watching it later was almost as intense as the actual sex. She felt Maz slap her ass again, harder this time. She whimpered, not because it hurt but because she liked it. “You want me to fuck you, naughty girl?”
“Yes, please,” she said, breathlessly. She felt his hand go down between her legs again and she jumped when he touched her, her pussy was so sensitive.
“Fuck, baby…you’re so wet.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, nodding her head, enthusiastically.
“Who are you wet for, baby?”
“You, Maz. I’m wet for you.”
He rose up on his knees behind her; she felt his thighs against hers and that huge cock pressing into her ass. He rubbed himself against her a few times, groaning as he did. She pressed back into him and wiggled her butt and then she felt him take himself in his hand and rub the head from the bottom to the top of her pussy, stopping for a second to rub the head of it against her sensitive clit and making her scream. He pulled back and then suddenly his big cock was in her pussy…sliding in slowly, opening her up, filling her up. She felt like her head was going to explode. Nothing in the world felt like this…nothing. Maz let himself slide into her about halfway before putting his hands on her waist and beginning to move his hips. It was how he opened her up for him, rocking himself into her a half an inch at a time. She was groaning and moaning and pressing into him, moving in time with his hips as he fucked her, while he filled her up.
Maz fucked her slowly for a while, savoring it. He reached down and took a handful of her long hair and pulled her head up, gently. “Look at the camera, baby. When I watch myself fuck you, I want to see the look on your face.” Marissa stared into the camera, licking her lips and enjoying what Maz was doing to her. She felt his other hand on her chest suddenly, finding a breast and beginning to grope it as he fucked her. He pinched down on her nipple and twirled it between his fingers as his pace increased. The more she panted and groaned, the faster he moved. She could hear his flesh slam into hers each time he plunged into her pussy. She could hear how wet she was. She could smell their arousal, she could feel his hands all over her body and his huge cock in her pussy, and she could sti
ll taste his flesh in her mouth. With every one of her senses engaged, she lost it. She let go. She had the mother of all orgasms and it rocked her whole body…her whole world. Her reaction to her own orgasm seemed to push Maz over the edge and seconds after she fell over the cliff, he came tumbling after her. His orgasm felt and sounded as intense as hers was…and she shuddered as she remembered that the camera was catching it all.
“Wow.” Twenty minutes later Maz and Marissa still lay tangled together on the bed. They’d talked about getting up and going into the shower, but no one wanted to make the first move. Maz was still reveling in what had just happened. He’d had sex with quite a few women in his almost thirty years of life. He’d had oral sex, and he’d been jerked off, and he’d gotten women off with his tongue. He had seen gorgeous women and smelled their arousal and felt their flesh and even sometimes the tight muscles of their pussy wrapped around his monster cock…but never, not once, had any of that come anywhere near the passion and the excitement and the sheer ultimate satisfaction of what he had with Marissa.
She giggled. “You’re still saying wow.”
“Yes…because there aren’t any other words to describe that…not even in French. You are so fucking amazing, baby. I just can’t figure out how in the hell I got so lucky.”
He felt her squeeze him with the arm that was thrown over his side. “That’s funny, because I think that I’m the lucky one.”
“Well, I hate to tell you you’re wrong…but baby, you’re wrong.”
She giggled again. Before she could say anything else, though, her phone began to ring. “I’m sorry, baby, I should get it, just in case it’s Mom…”
“Of course,” he said. He let her up, and he sat up and grabbed for his towel at the side of the bed.
“Hello?” Marissa said, into the phone. “No, I’m sorry. This is her daughter. Can I ask who’s calling?”