Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

  As if someone thumped me in the ear I stop staring at his torso. "Yes."

  "When you stare at me like that, all innocent and turned on, I get so hard I hurt, like fucking blue balls without even getting my dick wet first to make it worth the pain." My mouth parts. "And then that is the frosting. When your lips are in that exact position, open and full, all I can fucking think about are them wrapped around my dick. It's maddening."

  That wetness between my legs has returned with vengeance, as he suddenly switches the camera of the phone to the back one, no longer showing his face or upper half. The angle is directed for the lower half of his body, stopping on the white sheet that rests at his hips. He pushes it down at a snail's pace, making me more nervous, until he's completely bare for me. Immediately he grabs his shaft in his hand and begins to stroke himself. He's hard and thick, the veins visible from the close up angle and the light.

  My legs clamp together beneath the covers as I watch him. His length makes the travel from base to tip longer. I know I don't have much experience with dicks, but I'm just going to guess that his is a five-star rating. It's straight, thick, long, and smooth. It's appetizing. My mouth begins to salivate, surprising me, considering I've always been a little freaked out over the thought of oral sex. "See how hard you make me, Kambry. Are you turned on? Does it make you wet to watch me stroke my cock while I think about you?"

  His voice is deeper when he talks like that, but it's so damn hot. He switches cameras again, and then adjusts the angle to an aerial view so that I can see his face while he strokes himself. "Yes," I say, petrified of how to respond. I'm not sure what to do or say.

  "Then meet me in the middle, beautiful. Strip. We'll do it together. You watch me and I'll watch you."

  Just like that...all of the tension leaves my body. The shame goes away. The guilt dissipates. The only thing left is desire. I want him. I want this. Together I can do.

  "Okay," I whisper, and sit up with my phone in hand. I stand on my knees and turn toward my pillow, angling the phone at a tilt against my pillow so he can see me. The look on his face as he strokes himself makes me feel sexy; giving me a boost of confidence I've never felt. His entire stomach becomes defined, as if he's flexing his abs.

  I grab the bottom of my tank and slowly pull it up my body, removing it. Not wearing a bra saves a step. "Fuck I love your tits. Touch them for me."

  My hormones are raging. I do as told, grabbing one in each hand, and pressing them together. "Like this?"

  "Fuck yeah. One of these days I'm going to fuck those tits. Rub your nipples."

  My thumbs begin brushing back and forth, making them completely erect. The muscles between my legs start to clench as I can feel the wetness soaking into the fabric of my panties. His hand strokes pick up in pace. "You need to be touched, beautiful?" I nod, unsure how he can tell. "Take your bottoms off. Watch me and I'll touch you while you stroke my cock."

  My hands slide down my stomach until my thumbs hook onto my shorts. I take a deep breath, and then push them down to my thighs. "Sit for me. I want to see your pussy." Shifting to my butt, I finish removing my shorts. "Yeah, just like that. Spread your legs."

  I feel so open, so bare. "Should I turn the light off?"

  "No. I want to see you; all of you."

  I fight the urge to cover myself, and spread my legs, my knees slightly bent to allow my feet to rest flat on the mattress. "Damn, I can see how wet you are. I want to feel it. Hold on."

  He sits up and drops the phone, only the ceiling in view. I hear a drawer open and then shut, before the camera starts to move again, bringing him back into view. He turns over, standing on his knees like I just was, freeing up both of his hands. His dick is fully erect, staring at me, and all I can imagine is how it feels when he slides it inside of me. With me in this position and him on his knees, it makes it easier to picture in my head, as if it were completely real and cyberspace didn't separate us. He's standing between my legs.

  He flips a cap open on a small container. "What's that?"

  "Warming lube. Your pussy feels better, but it'll get me closer to you than lotion." He squeezes a decent sized amount into the palm of his hand, before tossing the bottle and wrapping it around his dick again. He begins stroking himself again; spreading it all over him, and making it look wet. His eyes travel down my body heatedly, stopping between my legs. That much is clear. "Fuck, I want in. Your pussy is beautiful. Slide your fingers inside. I rest one hand on the mattress behind me, reclining me slightly to hold my weight, and place my hand over the smooth surface, easing my fingertips toward my entrance.

  As I hover over it, I can feel the wetness coating my fingertips. I circle the tips, before sliding my middle and ring fingers inside. "You feel me, baby?"

  I look down at his hand and I get jealous. I want to be his hand, so I imagine that I am, as I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of me. My eyes move to his as I moan out, completely soaked from imagining my fingers being his dick. "If I were there right now, I'd suck on your tits while I drive my cock into your pussy. Would you like that?"

  "Yes," I say in more of a pant than actual words, the thrusts of my fingers speeding up. "I love having you inside of me."

  "Fuck, I'm not going to last long, baby. Your beautiful pussy is making it hard to control. Rub your clit. I want to watch you come. Make me come, sexy."

  His motivation is making me bolder. I spread wider, before rocking my hand up until my fingers slide out, trailing up my slit to my clit. When my wet fingers press against it my head falls back, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of every nerve sparking against my skin. My movements are swift, accurate, and full of cause. Orgasm is the destination. A whimper escapes. "That's it, baby. Are you going to come for me?"

  "Yeah," I whine, completely lost mentally. I can feel the orgasm building in my bottom. My feet lift off the bed, my knees pulling back toward me. "I'm about to."

  "I want to come in your pussy so bad. I want to know you can still feel me even after I'm done."

  I moan out, completely high right now with him talking filthy. I never knew I would like that sort of thing, but dammit it's pushing me over the edge.

  "Look at me, baby. Let me come with you."

  I do as he says, trying to hold my focus on him. "I can't hold off any-" I squeal softly as my orgasm begins, surging through my body. My legs fall open and my back arches as everything quickly spins in slow motion. "Sax," I whisper, unable to finish a whole thought as the pleasure mutes me.

  When the high starts to fall I watch as his last stroke ends at the head of his dick, and I can see the slightest pulsing through his shaft¸ or maybe it was just him barely thrusting into his hand that I saw. I can’t be sure. "Fuck, I can't get enough," he says through a constricted voice as his hand grips the tip of his dick. His breathing becomes labored as he stares at me heatedly. My fingers leave my body and mirror my other hand, before I fall back to rest on my forearms. "I wish I could keep that image forever."

  Me too...

  I bite my bottom lip, my eyes lazy. He's still holding onto his dick. "Did you come?"

  He releases it slowly and turns his palm to me, opening his fist. The white, sticky substance coats his hand. He smirks. "It's time to go get rid of the boys and girls. How was it? You still good?"

  The fact that he cares makes my heart flutter. "Yeah, I'm still good. Can we do that again sometime?"

  "You bet, beautiful. You want it I'm your man, whether cyberspace or not. Worst case scenario I'm a phone call away, but starting tomorrow I'm breaking you in." He winks. "You will never be the same."

  Nervousness washes through my belly, followed by excitement. "I'm hoping for that."

  "What are you about to do?"

  I sit up and grab my phone before I stand to get a closer view. He grabs his at the same time, before movement starts to occur, and then water running sounds. He's not looking at me, but he's looking down at something. "Probably lay in bed. I have a big day tomorrow. I may rea
d a little or something. I don't know. What are you doing?"

  "Dropping off the kiddos for a swim." I laugh out loud accidentally. I love his personality. You wouldn't find a better mix if you were able to pick out the perfect guy from a list of qualities. "Nah, I guess I'm going to take a quick shower and probably watch a little TV before crashing.

  "Okay, handsome. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

  The water shuts off. "Your beautiful ass better be there early or on time. I have connections around this city and I'm not ashamed to use them for kidnapping."

  "I'll be there," I whisper. "There are no other options at this point."

  That's the truth. Even if I wanted to back out of this, I don't think I could. Him being in my day has become a part of my life that I desperately need. I've noticed lately that when he's near, in any form, I just want time to stand still. I never want it to end. "Okay, baby, well I guess I'm going to shower and get some sleep. Message me before you fall asleep?"

  "If you want me to."

  "I do."

  My heart starts to race. "Okay. Goodnight."

  "Goodnight, sexy."

  I press the end button before the awkward lingering has a chance to occur. I toss my phone on my bed, at a loss for actual words. My hand moves over my heart as my breathing becomes uneven. My heart feels like it's suffering from the effects of too much caffeine. Even the most inexperienced person would know what's happening. With him, I forget everything else. I hope I'm wrong. If I'm not, I know I'm going to get hurt, because I'm almost positive that my heart is trying its damnedest to fall in love with him.

  I need sleep, and I need to forget that thought, because it's crazy enough to send me into an asylum...

  As I walk into the house my phone starts to vibrate. Closing the door with my foot, I set down my large rolling suitcase as I fish it out of my pocket. I glance at the front of the screen: Michael. Upon the third ring I swipe right and hold it up to my ear. "What's up?"

  "You in?"

  "Not yet, but I plan to be soon."

  "Funny. Save your porn star humor for when you're on camera."

  I laugh aloud. "If you knew then why'd you ask?"

  "Glutton for punishment, I guess. Never hurts to have a side of smartass with your coffee. Here's the deal. We decided we want to slice material from the arrival to add for the trailer to begin marketing to the public. You're experienced, and this isn't like the other projects you've done. This is reality television. Tone the porn shit down until she's comfortable. We get that this isn't typical porn and we are marketing her innocence. I kind of like the idea of escalating heat levels, like normal couples, so let's use her lack of experience to our advantage. Break her in slowly. It's fine if it takes a day or so to become as close as the two of you have been. We can always cut later, but we can't add."

  He clears his throat, as if remembering our little show at the studio. "Don't tell her we're filming, be charming, and save the raunchy shit for later on. I think I got it. Anything else?"

  "I think that about covers it. Your charm is what landed you here. The average female in a relationship is against her partner watching porn. We are trying to change that. Let things happen at a natural pace. This is why we are doing a trial period before we commit to anything long-term."

  "Got it, boss."

  "Did funds deposit?"

  "Yeah. I checked it this morning."

  "Good."

  "I guess I should be going if there is nothing else. She should be here soon."

  "Alright. If you need anything at all give me a call. Got it?"

  "Yep."

  I'm about to hang up the phone when his voice comes through the speaker. "Oh, Saxton."

  "Yeah."

  "I'm going off the record here, because this would not be wise for my career, so this is coming from your friend."

  "I'm listening."

  "If you want out, this could be your shot."

  "Who said I wanted out?"

  "Don't offend me. I'm the one that brought you into this remember? I wouldn't get paid what I do if I wasn't damn good at my job. I know talent when I see it. It's why I picked you out of a bar and brought you into this with no experience, but along the way I've also become your friend. I know you're tired of porn. Everyone knows this job has a shelf life. Even if the viewer wanted older couples, the average porn star is just over it at some point and ready to move on. This could be your bridge to better things. She could be your reason to cross it. Don't blow it."

  Without saying anything more, he disconnects the call. The fuck? Where the hell did all that come from? His ego is getting too big. I can't quit. What the hell else would I do? This is just my vacation; my break from kinky fuckery between the thighs of girls that could give head and provide anal sex in their sleep.

  A car door shuts, drawing me out of my thoughts. A smile inches across my face. I walk a few steps over to one of the columns providing support in the middle of the large, open floor plan, separating the living area from the kitchen and dining room. Turning around I lean against it and cross one leg over the other, digging the toe of my front foot into the hardwood floor as I cross my arms in front of my chest. Shit, I almost forgot.

  Reaching into my back pocket, I grab my baby blue ball cap and slide it on my head, before resuming my position. There is something about the way she looks at me when I'm wearing a baseball cap that wakes the sleeping beast, making him want to come out and play.

  The doorknob begins to turn and then the door opens slowly. "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

  Her voice is slightly irregular, confirming she's nervous. I've yet to see her. "Kambry, would you go already?" The whisper yell behind her could only be Meredith. I fight to hold in my laugh, trying to keep my element of surprise. "This shit is getting heavy!"

  "Shut up! How am I supposed to know this is the right house? It's huge!"

  "Oh, you know, the address wouldn't be a big fat clue or anything. If you don't walk through that door, bitch, I'm going to find a belt and lick you a few times with it. Saxton will thank me when your ass is pink and swollen."

  "You're such a freak."

  "Yet I'm the only freak you want as a bestie. Now move."

  "Fine! You're so bossy."

  I feel a gray hair coming through. I have forgotten how ridiculously slow girls are. One thing I'll confess that I haven't missed in the least. At least when I'm ready to go somewhere I know I'll be on time. She walks through the door with a rolling suitcase and all thought ceases. "Don't you fucking get hard right now," I mumble to my cock in hopes that it’s actually listening for once.

  My eyes skim down her floral, button-down dress that stops just below her ass, color pops of pink, purple, turquoise, and lime catching the eye. The top three buttons are undone, introducing the full, round globes that are her fucking beautiful tits.

  Thank God, it's hot most of the year here...

  Her skin isn’t dark, but it isn’t pale either, giving her the perfect sun kissed color. There's no possible way it's completely natural, but it makes the colors in her dress stand out, especially against the blonde of her hair.

  Those legs...fuck, her legs. She's wearing wedges, a shoe that was created by the sex gods as praise for a man's good deeds, because to most men, they probably appeal more than heels. It's a more innocent sex appeal, but damn if it isn't still sexy. They show off the contours of her legs, allowing the muscles and tendons to flex just slightly from the position of her feet. Fuck, even her toenails are painted the same color pink that's in her dress. I like a woman that takes care of her feet.

  "Score," Meredith says. "We have a boner. My job is done."

  I suddenly come out of my little comatose, realizing that I'm staring at her body like a fucking stalker, and of course the dick decides once again to just do whatever the fuck it wants. It never works on command. Not the element of surprise I was going for, buddy.

  My eyes lock with Kambry's. She's biting the corner of her bottom lip just perfectly, creat
ing a disturbance in the fullness. Her cheeks have small circles of pink. She combs her fingers through the top of her hair, tousling it nervously, the large curls bouncing as they move to a new resting place. Fucking damn. Memories of last night and her naked body expressing pleasure rolls through my mind at the absolute worst time.

  "Okay porn boy, put that thing away. You have plenty of time to contaminate her goodness later, but right now I want a tour. Here. Happy housewarming," she says in a witty tone as she shoves a basket full of shit at my chest.

  "What's this?"

  "Love shack supplies. Don't say I never did anything for you. You'll thank me later. You're welcome in advance. Explore together...when I'm gone. Kay? Thanks."

  I shake my head as I grab it from her, before walking it over to the bar and setting it on top. How those two became friends I have no idea. It's like oil and water. The two don't mix, yet you find them together often.

  I shove my dick down, hoping it will go back into hiding. I should cut him off just for that shit, and see how he responds when he isn’t getting any. I walk toward Kambry and take the suitcase handle from her, pulling it into the house next to mine, before shutting the door. "No turning back now."

  She smiles and shakes her head, her eyes twinkling, telling me that she's in a good mood. She's yet to speak, which is a little odd. Meredith is already walking up the stairs by the sound of the clomping against the wood. "Are you guys coming? I really don't want to have to give myself a tour," she yells.

  "Be right there," I respond, taking a step closer to Kambry. Leaning in, my lips brush along the lobe of her ear. Her neck muscles tense, bringing her shoulders up. "By the way..." I whisper. "You look fucking phenomenal. Congratulations, you've successfully rendered me speechless for the first and only time in my life."