by Mia Moore
Even when going to the club, I wouldn’t wear as much make-up as I planned on using tonight. I applied a dark shadow, extending to the corner of my eyebrows and black mascara to my blonde lashes. Instead of the pale pink lipstick, I covered my lips with a bright, hooker red, shade. No need for foundation or blush. I pinned my hair loosely up, letting some tendrils frame my face and trail down my neck.
Deep inside the bag was a set of small, round clips, still in their packaging from when I’d bought them. I opened the plastic bag and opened the gold ring to apply it to my nipple. Ow! It hurt, but in a good way, shooting a dart of pleasure to my clit. Next the other breast. I looked in the mirror and smiled at the gold ring pinching the nipple of my dark areole. Taking a deep breath, I bent and clipped one to my pussy lip. Another glance in the mirror…Oh yeah! I looked lusty and fuckable.
When I entered the bedroom, I could hear Damian speaking at the front door. The pizza must have arrived. What if I’d answered the door wearing only this jewelry? I couldn’t help giggling at the thought. Damian would probably get his fantasy way before we had a chance to meet Sean.
I pulled out a red, lacy bra and garter belt from the back of the drawer of my dresser and set them on the bed. The cup size of the bra was smaller than the normal ‘D’ I usually wore, but pushed the girls high, making them look enormous, spilling over the top. Next, the mesh bag with my stockings—a black pair would do just nicely, especially with the black stiletto heels.
When I was dressed in my hooker lingerie, I pulled a micro-mini red lace dress from a hanger in my closet. Ten minutes later, a dash of perfume and I was ready for another glass of wine and the photo shoot.
Chapter 5 - The Photographer
Damian
Something told me that dinner would be served late that night, IN BED. I turned the oven on low, placed the box inside it and poured another glass of wine, downing it in two swallows. When I turned to take the bottle into the bedroom to get dressed, my hand drifted to the counter, setting the wine down while my jaw dropped.
Holy fuck! Was that Janice? She’d always dressed seductively when we went to the club but now she looked absolutely luscious, all tits and legs, every guy’s fantasy! The ivory mounds of her breasts, bursting up from the scooped neckline, the slim waist with a tiny mound of her tummy, curving out to a round hip and long, lithe thighs—my cock was rock hard.
I watched, mesmerized as one shapely leg crossed to plant her foot directly in front of the other, hips swaying in a runway model-walk towards me. The corners of her ruby lips were pulled back in a small, lascivious smile, her blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes and shadow, flirting, almost daring me.
“You like?” Her voice was soft and husky.
“Are you kidding? If Sean saw you looking like that, he’d crawl through broken glass to fuck you. You nailed it and I can’t wait to nail you, AGAIN!” I placed my hands on the small of her back and drew her towards me, rubbing my oozing hard on, into her tummy. She smelled wonderful as my lips kissed the hollow of her neck, causing her to shudder with delight.
“You’d better get dressed for the profile picture. I’m not having you pose naked like this.”
Her hand slid along my stomach and her fingers gripped my cock, massaging up and down, softly. “If other women saw this, they’d want to suck it, like I do.” Her voice was a purr in my ear, driving me wild.
“It’s only for you, Baby, until you tell me otherwise.” My lips went to hers and my tongue drove forward, mimicking what my cock wanted to do to her, our tongues dancing in lust.
“Come on. I think the bedroom is a better place to take these photos.” Oh my God, it was all I could do to just hold her hand walking back to the bedroom.
I pulled a dark pair of tight pants from the hanger and slid them on, going ‘commando’, feeling the fabric caress my raging hard-on. Janice had selected a white shirt from the closet and I pushed my arms into the sleeves and stood watching her face as she fastened the buttons, leaving the top two undone.
I looked into the mirror and finger combed my hair, leaving the lock on my forehead, that refused to stay in place. When I turned, Janice had the two masks in her hands.
“I feel more comfortable wearing this for the site.” She slipped a red, sequined mask over her face and tied the ribbons at the back.
“I’ll take a few of you and then you can take mine—two sets, one for the tame part of the site and one for members only.” I grinned at her and went to the office to get my camera.
When I returned, she was posing, looking at herself in the mirror. “Don’t worry; I’ll get the right shot. Just stand with your hip thrust out, bending just a little forward to show cleavage.” I took a couple of shots and had her turn to the side and then with her back to me, looking at the camera over her shoulder.
Fuck, she was enticing with the smile crease at her perfect ass, just peeking through. I felt her head brush my arm as she strained forward to see the photos on the camera.
“Perfect, my turn.” She scooped the camera from my hand and stepped back. “Stand facing me and then a few to the side, showing off your waistline.”
Even wearing the mask, being anonymous, I still felt a little self-conscious and was glad when it was over. “I think we could use some fortification for the next set.” I glanced at the screen of the camera and grinned. I actually looked pretty good, a bit mysterious but the smile had come through.
When I returned with the wine, Janice had removed her dress. Again, she took my breath away! A Playboy Bunny couldn’t have looked sexier as she stood in the bra, garter belt and dark stockings. I handed a fresh glass to her and together we sipped wine, our eyes meeting. How far would she go with the intimate member photos?
I set the glass down and picked up the camera once more, focusing it on her. “Okay Baby, show me what you got.”
She smiled and began to move her body, twisting at the waist to flirt with the camera, bending over with her hands cupping her breasts, raising her leg to set her foot on the bed, the V of her dark panties showing.
I had a brain storm. “Stop. You need music. Do a strip tease.”
“Yes!” She picked her cell phone up from the dresser and a few minutes later, sultry music filled the room.
Her hands rose and fingers were working at the hooks on her bra, bending at the waist, her luscious melons becoming bare for a nano-second before her hands covered them. She slowly turned in time to the music revealing the smooth, tight skin of her bare back, fingers sliding the panties down over the garter and exposing, the full spank-able cheeks of her ass.
Oh my God! My dick was once more at attention when she bent over, the lips of her pussy, dark and swollen, peeking out from under her ass. Janice was beautiful and had always been aware of that fact, but now, posing for the camera she was irresistible—transforming from beauty to a sex kitten before my eyes.
She lifted her knee to the bed, and swing her other leg up, positioning herself so that she was on her hands and knees, her butt facing the camera. When she lowered her shoulders to lay on the bed, her fuck-able ass was open for anyone who’d view these photos!
With feline grace, she rolled over onto her back and crossed one leg over the other. After getting a shot of her legs and ass, I moved to the side of the bed to capture her breasts, which she cupped at the sides in her fingers. Oh my God! The dark nipples had nipple rings! I’d always loved nipple jewelry.
She lowered her legs and spread them apart. Fuck! Did I just die and go to heaven! There was a ring fastened to her pussy lip, high, that I hadn’t seen when she bent over. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the camera in my hands, while constantly clicking photos of her.
“Let’s get these photos over with. I’m dying to do the live porn flick.” She placed her pinkie finger between her lips and gave one last saucy pose before rising from the bed.
Chapter 6- Porn Star
Janice
Did the wetness of my pussy get captured in the pics? God,
laying there so exposed was making me horny, thinking of the people who would be looking at my pussy, fantasizing about fucking or sucking it. Seeing Damian’s cock, pressing against the crotch of his pants, knowing he’d be fucking me with it while filming had almost made me come!
I got up off the bed and trailed my fingers over his hard-on before taking the camera from his hand. “That’s right, Lover. Nice and thick for the camera.”
I took a few pictures of him, taking care that the angle showed off his arousal. “Now take your shirt off. Move Baby. Make love to the camera.” I couldn’t suppress the laugh at the look of apprehension in his eyes. “Finish your wine and have another. I’m going to change the song.”
Aha! Just the right one—‘You Can Leave Your Hat On—he’d get into that one! When I turned he had finished the glass and was pouring another. His cock had softened a little as he’d always been a little camera shy. I could fix that.
I placed my hand over the semi-hard bulge in his crotch and began to stroke it through the fabric. “What do you think Sean will like seeing more, my tits or my pussy?” I continued to massage his cock. “I was thinking of his huge shaft fucking me when you took the pictures of my pussy.”
I took his free hand and placed it between my legs. “Feel how wet I am—how much I need a hard cock.” His erection was back and the fabric was dampening under my hand stroking him.
My fingers moved up his abdomen and undid the buttons of the shirt before I stepped back and picked up the camera again.
I held it before me, focusing on his body. “Perfect, your chest is so broad and manly, with the dark hair between your pecs. Now take the shirt off.” I kept clicking, getting every movement and detail of his exquisite body. He stood before me, with the glass of wine in his hand, held casually at waist level, the ropy muscles of his six-pack clearly showing.
“Take off your pants, Lover.”
He set the wine on the dresser and with a small smirk he unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down, slowly. The pants dropped a few inches and his dark patch of pubic hair edged over the top. My heart was beating hard in my chest even though the scene was ironic. His cock was familiar but the teasing and the music made it unknown and seductive.
The top of his cock seemed to pop up, no longer constrained in the pants that now grazed downward over his hips and dark thighs. When they were at his ankles, he turned to the side and kicked them away, moving in time to the music, raising his arms, cupping his hands behind his neck in a classic ‘he-man’ pose.
His shoulders and arm muscles looked massive, but how many women would be noticing that when his magnificent cock was also on display. He turned so that his back was to me, the muscles clenched tight in his ass, revealing the delightful hollow at the side that I loved. He was an Adonnis, that, thanks to the wine and my hand, he was finally showing off.
“I think we’ve got the photos for the swinger site. Now, for our own film.” My pussy was almost aching, I wanted it so much.
He took the camera and changed the setting to movie, placing it on his armoire and playing with the setting to focus on the bed.
I finished the wine and sat on the bed’s dark, satin surface, swinging my legs up to lay waiting for him. My fingers rolled over my breasts and down to the smooth lips of my pussy, stroking along the slit. God, I was horny and wet.
“That is so lewd; I love it.” Damian’s eyes were riveted on my fingers. “Spread yourself. I want to get all of it on film.”
His own hand was stroking his cock as he watched me tease my clit and dip my fingers into my wet opening. He stepped to the foot of the bed and lifted my knees, placing them on his shoulders before lowering his head to kiss my pussy. It was like an erotic, electrical shock feeling when his hot tongue skimmed over the surface of my clit.
My head pressed into the pillow as my chin rose, gasping while his tongue ravished me; his fingers pushed deep inside my opening. We’d played too long at the sexual teasing. I was on the verge of ecstasy, my hands holding his head while I pressed my pussy hard against his mouth. My legs trembled as his mouth drove me to orgasm, wave after wave of bliss, his tongue licking my clit furiously, fucking my cunt with his hand. I was lost in lust, only aware of how glorious this was.
My body arched up when his tongue became too much on my sensitive clit. I pulled his head up, watching him lick my wetness from his lips. Much as I wanted his hot shaft to fuck me, it’d have to wait. I wanted to suck that hard cock deep into my throat, taste the deliciousness of the man I adored.
I lifted my legs from his shoulders and shifted my body as he rose to his knees. My cheek brushed his thigh as my mouth sought his hard, veined shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I licked the satiny surface, trying to insert the tip of my tongue into the slit, eager to taste all of him.
I heard him moan and felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling my mouth down on his cock, deeper and deeper. My fingers massaged the hard, tight flesh of his balls, before sliding up and around his cock, massaging him, swirling my hand the way he liked.
His hand left my head and he leaned to the side followed by the sound of the drawer in his night stand sliding open. “Lay on your side and spread your legs.”
I pulled my head back and looked up into his eyes, half closed with lust, before I did as he asked. My pussy was facing the camera when he leaned forward to press the vibrator into me. Eagerly, my lips closed on his cock and I sucked it into my mouth, twirling my tongue over the head while his hips arched forward.
His hand was fucking me with the vibrator slowly as my head lowered deeper onto his shaft, almost to the base. Damian was breathing fast, his cock rock hard pressing into the back of my throat. Was he picturing the vibrator as Sean’s cock, fucking me? His finger flipped the button, turning the vibrator on, filling me with its rolling action while the flaps of the rabbit ears teased my clit.
“Suck it. Show me what a slut you can be, sucking my cock while another guy fucks you. Spread your legs wider and take all of that cock in your cunt.”
Oh fuck! He was doing it to me again. “Mmmph.” It was a guttural moan from my throat as my mouth bobbed faster on his cock, eager to please him while Sean, the fantasy lover fucked my pussy. My muscles clamped on the vibrator sending a shiver of excitement to my clit.
“That’s it; squeeze it hard.” His hand was pumping the vibrator faster into me and it was Sean’s thick cock I felt.
Soft, unintelligible mewls rumbled in my throat as I sucked Damian’s cock like my life depended on it. I needed to satisfy two men with my body in that moment. I was Damian’s fuck whore, HIS to use and be used.
His hips arched forward while his other hand drove my head deep onto his cock. “Ahhh….Suck it, Baby.”
My mouth felt his cock pulse as hot cum spurted down my throat. Oh fuck, my own orgasm flooded through my body, drowning me in a flood of pleasure. My eyes watered with his cock so deep in my throat, impaled on two cocks fucking me hard, using me and making me cry out in lust, for more.
Damian’s hand stroked my head gently now. “God, I love you. A whore in the bedroom and a lady outside of that.”
I eased back and looked up at him, his eyes soft and smiling. “I’m crazy about you. I’d do anything for you, especially if it’s this hot.” The vibrator slid from me when I rose up to meet his lips, kissing him long and with a warm passion.
His arms enveloped me and we lay together, softly kissing and snuggling close.
Chapter 7 – The Next Morning
Janice
“Wake up, Baby. You’ve got to see this.” Damian’s voice was excited as his hand tugged at my shoulder.
My eyes creaked open to see him sitting up, his back resting against the headboard with the laptop propped up against his bent knees. His eyes glittered when he glanced at me, his face split in a grin.
“What?” I raised my head to see the clock on the night table. Six ten. I could have slept for another forty minutes.
“Four guys respon
ded to our profile on the swinger site and guess what? Sean was one of them.” His words came out in a rush. “Here, you read it while I get us coffee.”
I was awake now! I sat up and took the computer from him, scanning the picture and reading Sean’s reply.
Hi Mr. and Mrs. A,
You sound like a fun couple I’d really like to meet. The pics of you, especially Mrs. A., are awesome! You were in my dreams last night. Are you a gymnast BTW? The things and positions you were doing!
Last night? My eyes flashed to the time of the post. Fifteen minutes ago? Oh my God, he was probably on line right now! We could write him and probably get an answer right away.
I would love to get together with you for a coffee or drink to see how we mesh, but I’m sure there’ll be some chemistry. This is more for your peace of mind than mine, I assure you.
Sexed up Sean
Damian returned and set a mug of coffee on my night table and took a seat on the bed next to me.
“Damian! He sent that email a half an hour ago; he’s probably on line right now. Let’s send him a message.” My fingers were itching to type a reply.
“Fine by me, go for it.”
Hi Sexed Up Sean,
You caught our attention on the site and we’d like to meet you for a drink. Like you, we feel that we almost know you, since you were in our fantasy play session last night! We can only anticipate that the real thing (especially given your dimensions!) will be better!
How does Tuesday or Wednesday evening at Black Jack’s, seven pm, sound?
Mr. and Mrs. A.
Damian had been leaning towards me, reading what I typed. “Looks good, send it.”
I clicked the button to ‘send’ and turned to face him. “We’re actually doing this! Last night was so fucking exciting that I can’t wait for the real thing. Oh, I hope he’s able to meet with us soon. I want to go to the club with him, so we can do this.” My eyes were wide staring into his.