“Ok people, stand by!”
I leaned back in my chair and took a big slurp from my THC-infused Dr. Pepper. I only ever drink the stuff when I’m in production. I think it helps me focus.
“They’re in the elevator. Ready Cameras One and Two.” I felt a familiar, insistent tingle between my legs. This always happens when I’m shooting. I would take care of that promptly after work, with my boyfriend, if he was still awake. Or maybe without him.
I watched on the big monitor as they exited the elevator, holding hands. They were a cute couple. I wouldn’t kick either one of them out of bed, not for eating crackers. A quick kiss and they parted ways: he went down the hall to the right, and she turned left toward her own room.
“Camera one,” I said into my headset mic, “And… Go!”
I timed it perfectly, if I do say so myself. On the monitor, she stepped through the door into the hotel room. She smiled to herself and shook out her hair, which was a gorgeous curly auburn mop. She was lovely, but not in a fashion model sort of way: she was a bigger girl, and sort of frumpy; but she was ALL curves, and she just radiated sex. I couldn’t wait to see her naked.
She grabbed a bottle of cold water from inside the mini fridge and sat down on the edge of the bed, playing with her phone. “Camera two,” I said, “Standby and… Go.”
He was already inside his room. As I watched on the monitor, he pulled off his black t-shirt, carelessly pulling it over his head and tossing it to one side. He was slender and his skin was the color of milk chocolate. His nipples were tiny and dark brown, like little Hershey Kisses. I would love to suck on those things until they melted in my mouth! He had the most adorable little tummy, just the beginnings of a little pot belly with a slightly outy bellybutton. I caught myself holding my breath as he unbuttoned his jeans, casually oblivious to the high-resolution camera that was following his every move. “Zoom in,” I instructed as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, tossing them into a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor. Some guys neatly fold their clothes, others just throw them wherever. Women are the same, there is no pattern I’ve been able to discern. Either way, I enjoyed the sight of him naked. He was nearly hairless, just a hint of kinky black fuzz above his cock. His balls were a compact little package, and his dick was adorable, soft and the same chocolate brown as the rest of his skin, only the foreskin was a little darker. I would happily ride that thing all night long. Or eat it for dessert and ask for seconds.
“She’s headed for the shower.” I glanced up at the monitor, and so she was! “Camera one, standby and… go. Standby the shower cam.”
I watched as she walked over to the bathroom, admiring the way her plump bottom wiggled inside her loose-fitting orange harem pants. Was she wearing panties or not? I honestly couldn’t tell. As she stepped into the bathroom, I switched over to the shower cam, a tiny remote unit mounted in the ceiling.
She slowly got undressed, admiring herself in the mirror, carefully folding her clothes and placing them in a stack on the lid of the toilet. No panties. Her tits were glorious. Quite a lot bigger than mine, but not so huge as to be ridiculous, and certainly not surgically enhanced. They sagged a little, and one angled off slightly to the right. In my book, they were perfect. She turned around, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of soft, reddish-brown pubic hair, thick labia pouting below. I was definitely moist at this point. The camera zoomed in, traversing up and down her glorious body as she stepped into the shower. I watched, unabashedly lustful, as she lathered up, washing each breast in turn, her armpits, her stomach, her face, and in between her legs. I have the best job in the world.
“Cue the massage guy,” I said, and toggled back to Camera Two. Her boyfriend was on the bed already, stark naked and flat on his back, watching something on the television and playing idly with his dick, as guys tend to do when they are naked and think nobody is watching.
There was a tap at the door, and boyfriend had the decency to cover up before the door swung open and in came massage guy. Not really my type, too muscle-bound and romance novel cover-esque for my personal taste, but it wasn’t about my personal taste. We had profiled the both of them very thoroughly, and we had a pretty good sense of their likes and dislikes, as well as some fantasies that they thought each were very private.
Ok, so massage guy wasn’t my type, but it still made for interesting and pleasurable viewing. Boyfriend rolled over onto his stomach, and massage guy kneaded his shoulders for a brief but believable few moments, before heading south. He worked the lumbar back perfunctorily, then pulled off the towel that demurely covered boyfriend’s buttocks, and kneaded his pretty brown buns and thighs a little, before diving in for the main course.
I actually caught a glimpse of boyfriend’s adorable puckered dark brown little anus before massage guy stuck his face in between those adorable ass cheeks and started licking. Boyfriend started moaning right away, it was hot! Massage guy was dragging his tongue up and down boyfriend’s crack, from his ball sac up to the small of his back and back down again, pausing to drill his tongue into his tight little hole. Boyfriend was on hands and knees now, thick cock hanging nearly straight down. Massage guy didn’t touch his dick, but nibbled and licked at his dangling balls before returning his attention to boyfriend’s greedy anus.
A quick cutaway to the shower cam. She was masturbating in there, the little weasel! I knew she was multi-orgasmic, so I wasn’t too worried about it, and it was beautiful to watch. She was leaning against a corner of the shower stall, labia spread wide apart and sudsy, busily fingering her clit.
Cut back to his room. Massage guy was standing at the side of the bed now, pants around his ankles, and boyfriend was busy sucking his cock. He’d never done this before, I knew that for a fact, but he certainly looked like he knew what he was about. His head bobbed up and down on massage guy’s erection, and he periodically came up for air, stroking the masseuse’ penis while looking up at him for approval.
“She’s coming out of the shower.”
Massage guy gently disengaged, and I cut back to Camera One, just in time to catch her coming out of the bathroom, wrapped demurely in a white hotel towel.
Massage guy was quick. He was already lying on her bed, ripped and erect, six pack and a big dick, straight out of Playgirl centerfold. The towel fell to the floor, revealing once again her lovely curvy body, all pink and damp. She jumped straight onto the bed and started licking his cock, like she had just discovered a delicious new form of candy. Perhaps she had.
I wasn’t sure if she had already had an orgasm in the shower or not. Either way, her fingers were busy between her legs again. I told the camera operator to zoom in, and we caught a nice view of her engorged clitoris. He smirked and said something to her. She stopped licking long enough to look up at him and grin.
She opened her mouth wide, and swallowed his sizeable cock whole, all the way down to the base, her nose buried in his pubes. He wrapped his hands up in her lush curly auburn hair, and started vigorously fucking her mouth, slamming his cock in and out, using her for his own selfish pleasure. I could almost hear the gurgling, slurping, choking, and gagging. You don’t try that shit with me, not if you value your balls, but this was her fantasy, not mine.
They didn’t take long. He was already good and primed from boyfriend’s earnest ministrations, and he wasn’t messing around now. He fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, his fat balls slapping against her chin, her big tits dangling and swinging like a pair of great fleshy church bells. He made no allowance for her to breathe, and when he came, he crammed her head into his crotch with two strong hands and held her there.
She was coughing and choking and absolutely radiant when he finally released her. A long sticky stream of comingled semen and saliva drooled out of her mouth and pooled on her breast. He scooped it up with his finger and brought it to her lips, and she eagerly licked his finger clean.
I cut back to Camera Two, where the bed was now decidedly crowded. Two magazine-cover pretty girls were making out. They were already topless and both of them had the kind of big tits you pick out from a catalogue. Boyfriend was watching them tongue kiss and play with each others boobs, totally enchanted, while a third girl, stockier with short, spiky hair and a pierced lip, had her arm wrapped around his waist, and was idly toying with his dick.
The two model-looking girls stopped kissing and fooling around, and got down to business. The blonder of the two unsnapped and pulled off her compatriot’s jeans. Her friend was wearing skimpy black panties, the kind that serve mainly as decoration, and those were gone in an instant as well. Her pussy was, of course, shaved bare.
The third girl, much more attractive and interesting-looking in my book, was stroking boyfriend’s delicious-looking hard dick. Not jerking him off, oh no, just running her fingertips up and down the length of it, occasionally giving it a friendly squeeze, petting it like you’d pet a cat. A long shiny thread of pre-come leaked out of the tip. A less-than professional part of me wanted to swoop down into that room and lick it up.
The two girls had briefly been locked in a quite fetching sixy-nine, but now the darker haired girl with the shaved pussy was doing a shoulder stand. Blonde with the bigger and more expensive set of tits was busy between her legs. I have to hand it to them, they both seemed to be very into what they were doing!
Blonde was slurping away at the other girl’s clit, two or three fingers buried in her juicy bald cunt. Her partner was kicking her legs wildly, pinching and pulling her own nipples. Throughout the whole performance, the third girl, the one with the pierced lip and short spikey hair, was gently petting boyfriend’s cock. If that thing got any harder, it looked like it might explode. Which was, of course, exactly the point of this exercise, to tiptoe right up to that line, but not past it.
My own panties were seriously wet. This is not unusual, it’s a perk that comes along with the job.
Back to Camera One again. Girlfriend was down on her knees on the floor next to the bed. Standing in front of her was an amazonian woman dressed up as a circus ringmistress, or possibly a lion tamer. She had a black top hat, black jacket with tails, scarlet sequined corset, fishnets, and the kind of high heels that always make me think of sprained ankles. She carried a little whip.
Ringmistress sat down on the side of the bed, and girlfriend lay down across her lap. The big girl proceeded to spank that beautiful soft round ass red. Again, I’m down with a few light slaps to the behind, or some gentle hair tugging in the heat of the moment, but this woman was leaving welts. Nuh-uh! No accounting for taste, and girlfriend was most definitely into it.
When the brutally sound spanking was finally over, when girlfriend’s butt cheeks were sufficiently beaten and reddened and bruised, big girl stood up and cracked her whip. Three women wearing identical leopard-skin print leotards and masks entered the room.
Big girl snapped her whip again, and the three girls simultaneously peeled off their costumes and lay down on the bed, tits up, legs spread wide, all three pussies obscenely on display, like a collection of orchids. The very same anatomy and yet each one completely distinct and different from the others.
The whip cracked again, and girlfriend got to work, diving in between the splayed thighs of the first girl, a pleasantly plump redhead with incredibly pale almost translucent skin. Ringmistress let her lick happily for a few moments, then grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head up, and plunged it into the waiting pussy of the next girl, a muscular black chick with a full and curly bush. The redhead fingered herself and watched. Girlfriend did not miss a beat, licking and slurping at the black girl’s pussy until she was removed again, and the ringmistress placed her between the legs of the third girl, a tall white girl with an hourglass figure and a petite little pussy crowned with a neat landing strip.
Back and forth she went, as the whip cracked and the ringmistress tugged her hair, licking each of the wet and eager pussies, the bulging clits in turn, making the girls squirm and moan and squeeze her head between their legs before she was forcibly moved on. It was a fucking hot spectacle, I have to tell you, and I was quietly getting my jollies just squeezing my thighs together and watching.
The redhead was the first to get off, rolling back and forth, head thrown back in bliss, with girlfriend’s tongue flicking her clit, multiple fingers crammed up inside her sopping wet pussy.
Tall girl was next, I could almost hear her screaming orgasm through the reinforced concrete and soundproof walls.
The black girl was taking her sweet sweet time. Ringmistress handed her an industrial-looking chrome plated vibrator, and she pointed her toes at the ceiling, pressing the big vibrator hard against her clit while ringmistress sucked first one brown nipple then the other, and girlfriend concentrated on tonguing her asshole. That did the trick. She came hard, bucking and flailing, and rewarding girlfriend’s efforts with a squirt of clear ejaculate right into her grinning face.
I cut back to boyfriend’s room. The two pretty girls were now kneeling nude in front of him, taking turns dragging the tips of their tongues along the length of his swollen cock, while the short-haired girl was cupping his balls and languidly fingering his ass. It was time.
On my cue, the girls withdrew, leaving boyfriend hard, sweaty, and exceedingly turned-on. Ringmistress gently but firmly removed girlfriend from between her asscheeks where she had been busy, and made her exit.
The actual event took about five seconds, which of course was the whole point. He entered the room, his hard black cock leading the way, where he found his girlfriend flat on her back on the bed, legs splayed wide, playing with her swollen clit, soaking wet and more than ready for him. He entered her with a single thrust, kissing her mouth at the same time, and just like that they were both coming.
They stayed conjoined like that, kissing and touching softly, sweaty and exhausted bodies pressed comfortably up against each other. It was the perfect ending, a long slow fade to black.
***
I got home late, and I got home horny. I had a choice, of course: jerk off, or wake him up for a quick fuck. I chose both.
I pulled off my work clothes, grabbed my USB vibrator from the bedside table (tiny, blue, and surprisingly powerful!), and climbed up onto the bed. I peeled the sheets back so I could admire his sleeping body. He always sleeps in the nude, and it’s adorable.
I pulled my panties down, and finding my pussy still agreeably wet, I pressed the buzzing toy against my quite literally aching clit. I had been needing this for hours, and it felt amazing!
His eyes blinked slowly open, and his cock stiffened at the sight of me masturbating at his feet. “Hi honey, how was work?”
“I need your cock inside me, now! Grab your phone, film it!”
He fumbled for his cell phone while I got my bra off and straddled him, grasping his cock in one hand and taking aim. When he got the camera going, I plunged down, engulfing his delightful, perfectly-shaped penis with my drooling, ravenous cunt.
We had many, many of these little videos. I like to jerk off to them from time to time, and so does he, I think.
With his thick dick filling me up, I let go, surrendering to my arousal. I came hard, bouncing up and down on his cock, my favorite vibrator pressed hard against my clit. My orgasm triggered his, and I felt him swell and shoot off inside me. I collapsed on top of him, kissing his stubbly face and sleepy lips. His softening dick was still clasped inside my extremely juicy pussy, and it felt delicious. I might have to go for a second round.
“Good day at work?” he asked.
“The best,” I replied. “Just like always.”
END
So Wrong (the collected pornographica of Elsie) 