SECRET SEXFIGHT
(by ARTHUR)
OK, so firstly maybe I should set the scene, because it’ll clarify
what follows a little bit. I’m a keen photographer, mainly portraits and
fashion shoots, but I’ve always wanted to do just one girl-on-girl shoot.
Last year, I got engaged, and as my fiancée was kind of reluctant to let
me out on a stag night, she came up with a better solution. If I could
find another girl (and you’ll see she was very specific about the kind of
girl she wanted), then she’d be the other model in a two girl shoot. She
laid down some pre-conditions, of course – I was to concentrate on her,
not the other girl. She would kiss and touch the other girl’s body, but
she wouldn’t do anything sexual. And she was adamant that this would be
just for me and she wouldn’t be turned on at all.
So I spent a while trawling internet sites, looking for an experienced
adult model. My fiancée is black African, 5 foot 8 inches tall, with a
fabulous body – slender, with small, round, pert boobs, a taut flat
stomach, and the most amazing round butt you’ve ever seen. I needed a
black girl around the same height and build as her, amazing breasts
(because they’re my fiancée’s favorite body part), and nice bum but not as
nice as my fiancée’s (because that’s my favorite body part and she didn’t
want me looking at the other girl’s ass). Told you she was specific! So it
took a while but eventually I managed to find one I thought would suit,
and booked a spectacular hotel suite as a location.
Once the shoot was over, I asked
my fiancée to write down what happened from her point of view, and what
was going through her mind. Boy, was I in for a surprise! This is what
happened, in her own words...
*****
I have to admit. My man’s done a pretty good job of things so far. The
hotel room is beautiful. Everything seems so crisp and white, from the
walls and furnishings, to the linen on the huge bed. I hope he’s as good
at picking women as he is at locations.
I check myself out in the mirror. I do look hot. New weave. Simple makeup.
Wrapped in a towel, underneath I just have a pair of plain white hipsters,
and I pace around nervously while my man sets up his lights and camera,
waiting for the model to arrive.
There’s a knock at the door and he tells me to go and answer it. I open
the door and see her for the first time. My heart is pounding and I start
to get excited for the first time. He’s chosen very carefully. She’s
beautiful, but in a way that I know he’s selected for me rather than
himself. Mixed race, with maybe a hint of oriental in there too. My
height, with long, black poker straight hair. He’s very devious – he knows
I’m going to think she’s hot and also be relaxed that she’s not his type.
She has a sheer, loose-fitting dress on and I can see her nipples standing
proud through the material. I’m shocked to find myself thinking about her
breasts touching mine for the first time, but immediately push the thought
from my mind. I don’t want this to get out of hand and I’ve always told my
man that I’m doing this for him and that I won’t get turned on at all. I
don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy it.
Introductions are handled, with an awkward formality given that we both
know what we’re going to be doing with each other in a few minutes time.
My man gets down to business straight away. He instructs us to pretend
he’s not there, to not look at him or the camera at all, but to look at
and concentrate on each other at all times, to not break our positions
between shots and stay in the moment. He puts on some R & B to get us in
the mood and stop the camera shutter from distracting us, and tells her to
take off her dress, and as she does so I realize that I really have
underestimated my man. He knows my fascination with breasts and hers are
beautiful, round and pert. And he knows I know how much he loves the
female bum, and while hers is nice and round and toned, encased in a
similar pair of white hipsters to mine, it’s nowhere near as nice as mine,
so I know he’s going to be concentrating on me and not her. I’m almost
annoyed with him for being so smart, and finding a woman that I’m going to
think is hot but that he’s not. He tells us to face each other, holding
hands, leaning our bodies into one another but not touching, and moving
our open mouths towards each other till our lips are only centimeters
apart. I can feel her breath on my face. I’m looking into her eyes, but
she returns my gaze and I have to look down. I can see her lips – big,
beautiful, full lips - so close to mine and again I can’t help but wonder
what they’ll feel like on mine. With each click of the shutter, we adjust
our poses slightly – our legs, our hips, the angle of our heads - but
still carefully avoiding any parts of our bodies touching apart from our
hands. It’s actually very difficult, especially making sure our boobs move
around each other’s, at times only millimeters apart, and it just builds
the tension between us because I know that soon it’s going to be pressed
against mine, and I’m starting to want to know what it’ll feel like.
I’m vaguely aware of my man instructing her to move her hips closer, and
before I have time to react, the lower part of her stomach is suddenly
pressed against mine. My heart is pounding so hard I’m scared she’ll hear
it. Still we shift positions, and whilst our top halves – our lips, our
breasts – continue to dance around each other without touching, below the
waist we’re pressed gently together, and each change of position creates a
subtle friction between us, hips grinding slightly, thigh rubbing on
thigh.
I hear my man’s voice again but I don’t really realize what he is saying
until she leans forward and gently takes my bottom lip between her lips.
Instinctively I close my mouth a fraction, and now have her top lip
between mine. The softness of her lips sends a shiver up my spine,
exacerbated by the fact that I can now feel her breasts tap lightly
against me, nipples flicking gently over nipples. My man tells us we can
stop holding hands now, to just do what feels natural. We’re almost
dancing now, shifting positions in time with the shutter and the music,
lips touching and sliding over lips, breasts pressed against breasts. She
pushes her leg between mine, forcing them apart, and I respond, thrilled
as I feel the soft part of inner thigh against mine. She pushes in
further, the top of her leg pressing against my pussy. Her hand runs up my
leg, over my bum and the small of my back, while mine moves up her ribcage
and over her breast, my fingers gently brushing her hard nipple.
My throat is dry from nerves and excitement, forcing me to swallow hard.
This causes my lips to close on hers, and she, thinking it is a kiss,
responds. As my lips part again, her tongue flicks lightly in and touches
the tip of mine. I gasp slightly, praying that she doesn’t notice. I begin
to panic, until I hear my man gently urging us on. We kiss with more
aggression – at one point she takes my bottom lip in her teeth and I take
her top lip in mine, at another she sucks hard on my tongue. I’m aware of
my man moving in closer, taking close-ups of our lips locked together, and
it encourages me further, pushing my mouth harder against hers, our
tongues slipping and sliding all over each other’s. She grabs the
waistband of my panties and begins to pull me hard into her, and I catch
my breath as I feel her mound of Venus push against mine. I respond in
kind, grabbing her panties and pulling her hips firmly into me. As my man
urges us on, we pull harder and harder, our panties sliding up into our
asses, locking our hips together.
My man calls time, and I have to fight to maintain my composure and look
calm as we separate our lips and bodies. I don’t want either of them to
know I’m even remotely turned on. We change position with me facing the
camera, and her behind me. He wants us posed, half in passion and half in
aggression, so it’s ambiguous as to whether we’re fighting or fucking. She
takes a handful of my hair, twisting my head round towards hers, and I
reach over my shoulder and grab the back of her head, pulling it towards
me until again our lips gently touch. She reaches round and places her
other hand on the inside of my upper thigh, and my man tells me to grasp
her wrist with my free hand, so that it’s not clear if I’m pushing her
hand down, or pulling it up towards my pussy. I push my ass back against
her and I feel her thigh push in between my buttocks. Again, we shift
position subtly between shutter clicks, my ass grinding on her thigh, our
lips moving against each other’s until, without even realizing how it
started, we’re kissing again. I can hear my man gently urging her to move
her hand upward, and it slides inch by inch up the inside of my leg, until
her index finger is pushed deep into the cleft at the top of my inner
thigh, her thumb resting between my legs, just a fraction of a millimeter
of fabric separating it from the flesh of my pussy. As we shift positions,
her thumb moves against my pussy, sometimes just resting there, sometimes
pressing slightly. Is she doing it on purpose, I start to wonder? I panic
slightly that I’ve been so lost in what I’m doing that I might be wet, and
that she might feel how excited I am, and I’m half relieved and half
disappointed when she’s instructed to move her hands, one on my breast,
and the other on my lower stomach rather than my thigh, just slipping the
tips of her fingers into the waistband of my panties. Again, I grab both
wrists tightly, and as the camera starts to go to work again we
immediately begin to kiss, our tongues and lips work hard on each other.
Her hand slips a little lower inside my panties and although I haven’t
heard any instructions from my man to do this, I don’t resist, but push my
ass harder into her. Her hand inches lower again, agonizingly slowly until
the tip of her middle finger can go no further without curling underneath
and between my legs. I’m torn between fear that she’ll do this and feel my
wetness, and a desire to feel her fingers in me. I have to concentrate
hard to fight the urge to moan, or gasp, or give any sign that I’m
enjoying what she’s doing to me.
My man breaks us up again, and I begin to wonder whether he’s seeing how
turned on I’m getting and is stopping it on purpose, or whether he’s
completely oblivious to it. So far, he’s given no sign that he’s anything
other than just a photographer and we’re two models. He orders us to take
off our panties, points to some baby oil on a side table and asks us to
give ourselves a light covering all over so that the light will bounce off
our bodies, making us look slightly wet and sweaty. The model tells me
she’ll do my back if I’ll do hers, and I agree, but instead of turning her
back to me as I expect, she surprises me by facing me, putting her arms
around me, and rubbing the oil on my back. I have no real choice but to do
the same and so we stand there, arms around each other in an oily embrace,
our bodies sliding against each other as I feel her close-cropped pubic
hair brush through my own neatly trimmed bush. I’m aware of the camera
starting to click again – my man is nothing if not an opportunist - and so
we continue, our hands working slowly all over each other’s bodies. My man
moves in close again, taking close ups. My nipple pushes up against hers,
both hard as buttons. Her thigh wedges hard up between mine, pushing
against my pussy. We shift positions against each other for what seems
like an eternity, all the time pushing our bodies harder and harder into
each other, and the tension is unbearable as by now I have to fight the
urge to just cut loose and grind my pussy into hers. I can’t believe I’m
feeling like this, that I’m actually wanting this.
Once again my man calls a halt and tells us to separate. He hands me
another pair of slightly larger white hipsters, telling us to both put
them on. The model seems slightly confused, but I tell her I know what he
means. I know exactly what he’s doing – it’s a fantasy he’s told me about
many times before.
I bend down and she puts her feet into the leg holes. Still bending down,
I maneuver my feet forward and do the same. It’s not easy, but I manage,
and slowly begin to work the panties up our legs. I begin to see why we’re
oiled up now. My man thinks ahead. As I pull the panties higher, our
bodies are pulled tighter and tighter together, and by the time I near the
top of our thighs I’m beginning to think maybe he’s miscalculated and
there’s no way they’ll fit over our asses. Our pussies are already locked
together, and I can feel her pubic hair digging into me. She reaches round
and grabs the waistband, working the panties over my ass, and I do the
same to her, physically pushing her oily buttocks down through the
waistband until finally it eases over the top, snapping our hips in,
crushing and mashing our pussies together. Locked together, my man tells
us to kiss, and by now I need no encouragement – my lips are on hers
almost immediately. As he clicks away, we move to the music, our pussies
stuck fast to each other. Her hands work expertly down my back and begin
to gently knead my buttocks, her fingers occasionally sliding into the
crack of my ass. I concentrate on her boobs, stroking them, fingering her
nipples, pushing my own breasts into hers and moving our nipples over each
others. Whenever he’s told me this idea in the past, I’d always thought it
was a bit bizarre, but now that I’m actually doing it I can see what he
means – it feels amazing, being physically stuck to the woman by our most
intimate area.
My man tells us to get onto the bed. Locked firmly together as we are,
it’s not easy, and we totter over, flopping onto the mattress with our
legs tangled. We slide gradually and awkwardly up the bed, each movement
forcing our pussies harder into each other. We finally lie there, me on
top, both of us breathing heavily from the exertion. My man tells us he
wants us to wrestle to see who can pin the other one down. Immediately,
she wraps her arms around my waist and tries to flip me over, but I spread
my legs wide apart to stop her turning me. I plant my hands on the
mattress and push my shoulders up, my pussy forcing hers hard into the
mattress. For the first time, I hear the faintest moan escape from her
lips, whether in pleasure or pain I’m not sure. Her hips squirm and writhe
under mine as she tries to escape from the pressure but to no avail. I can
hear my man clicking furiously, and I know he’s shooting between our legs,
taking pictures of our pussies pushed together by the taut strip of
material that’s stretched across them. It feels strangely good to have
power over someone, but just as I think I have her, she leans forward,
reaching round and down behind me, and pushing a hand over my bum and
roughly between my legs. I feel a finger press hard against my pussy,
trying to force its way through the material and inside me, and
instinctively I bring my legs together. Seizing the opportunity, she
launches her hips up and flips me over. Now it’s my turn to be pinned, as
she grabs my hands and forces them above my head so that we’re face to
face, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. She forces her hips down, grinding
her pussy into mine, and as I gasp involuntarily a slight smile plays
across her lips. I struggle hard, arching my back, pushing up with my
hips, but nothing works. She totally has me and as if to prove her
dominance she leans down and kisses me hard on the lips, forcing her
tongue roughly into my mouth. I grunt in half-hearted protest, torn
between fury that she’s forcing herself onto me, that this isn’t part of
the deal, but also loving the feeling of having her inside me. Her mouth
is locked so hard onto mine that I can’t turn my head away, and so I try
to force her tongue out with my own. We’re welded together at both ends
now – our pussies mashing and grinding hard against each other, and our
tongues wrestling, pushing, sliding in and out of each other’s mouth. I’m
starting to get more and more frustrated that I’m so helpless, my mouth
invaded, my crotch pressed into the mattress, my mind in turmoil. But then
I realize that the movement of her hips on mine is almost rhythmical now,
and I start to wonder, is she as turned on as I am? I start to match her
rhythm, soon we’re so intent on the struggle that in the end my man has to
cough loudly to attract our attention, and tells us we can take the
panties off now. It takes a while, working together with her still on top
of me, to slowly work the waistband over our buttocks and down our thighs.
As our movement becomes less restricted, our pussies move more freely
against each other as we wriggle and writhe to work the panties down our
legs and even as we do so, she keeps one hand firmly on my ass, holding me
pressed against her even though we’re no longer wedged together. Our eyes
never leave each other as we work ourselves free, mine blazing with
humiliation at her domination, her eyes seeming to me to be sneering
slightly. As she releases me, she leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
I’m so shocked. She’s actually trying to make me come. Right here, in
front of my man? I can’t let that happen. I can’t. But my mind is racing
about what I can do to stop it. We’re both panting hard now, our bodies
wet with sweat from our exertions, but there’s no let up. My man
immediately instructs her to lie on her back, her legs open. He then
orders me to kneel over her, legs apart, my thighs scissoring hers. I do
as he says, stretching my legs apart and lowering my pussy over hers until
they’re inches apart. My man starts to click away as we pose. I lean
forward and take one of her nipples gently between my teeth, and feel her
body twitch. It feels good to have her in my control now, and so I suck
it, gently at first, then harder. I feel her thighs moving against mine,
her hands on my body. I move up to kiss her mouth, looking into each of
her eyes, showing her some defiance. Who’s in charge now, bitch? I feel my
knees beginning to move further apart, the oil and sweat making it hard to
hold my position, and start to panic. I know my pussy must be soaking wet
by now, but before I can do anything about it I can feel the lips of her
pussy brush against mine. I can’t believe my pussy is touching another
pussy!
My man tells me to sit up, and as I do my pussy sinks down onto hers. I’m
so wet that the lips of my pussy open almost immediately. She responds by
pushing hers up, and the combined pressure pushes her open too, enveloping
mine in warm, soft wetness. I can’t help but look down, and see our
pussies almost merged, as if engaged in a passionate kiss. I have to keep
my hands pressed on her thighs to stop them from shaking, but she takes
this as a sign that she should spread her legs wider. I feel something
small and hard flick against my clitoris and realize that it’s hers. I
look up and see a smug grin on her face. Oh my God, she did that on
purpose! She shifts her hips again, flicking my clit with hers and sends a
bolt of pleasure through me. How dare she? Is she actually trying to fuck
me? Before I can stop myself I push back down slightly, flicking my clit
back over hers. I look up and see her bite her bottom lip. Yeah, how
do you like that? Using a change in position as cover, she pushes back up,
again causing our clits to gently bump over one another. I don’t know what
it is, but I have to fight back – maybe subconsciously I think the only
way I can save myself from coming is to make her come first. With each
click of the shutter, we push back against the other, our pussies gliding
over each other. I wonder whether I could come without my man knowing, and
push her legs further apart, opening her up to me, imagining what it would
be like to actually fill her with my juices. I have to fight to stop
myself grinding on her too obviously, too rhythmically, but it’s driving
me crazy now and I can tell from the way she’s looking at me that she
wants me too – it’s only a question of who gets who first.
She begins to sit up, wrapping her legs around me, and as I fall back she
grabs my ass and pulls me firmly into her, forcing my legs wider and
around her as she does so too until we’re face to face, breast to breast,
our open pussies melding together. I reach round and pull her into me too.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is happening. Two
hours ago, I was nervous about holding hands with her, and now we’re
wrapped around each other, our wet open pussies grinding and sliding all
over each other. I wonder if I have some of her juices inside me, or if
some of mine has dripped into her, and the idea of our juices mingling
together excites me even more. We’re so wet I can hear our pussies squelch
slightly as they squash together, and I’m frightened my man will hear, but
he’s still too pre-occupied with what he’s doing. He’d be so smug if he
knew what was really going on, how horny I’m feeling right now.
My man tells us to lie back, and we do so, our legs still entwined so that
I can feel her inner thigh on mine, her wet pussy on the back of my leg.
He then tells us to roll over onto our fronts, and we do so, our legs
still scissored, asses knotted together. She rolls slightly to one side,
allowing us to push further into one another, and grinds her ass harder
and harder against mine with each click, pushing our buttocks further and
further in between each other’s. I grip the sheets and push back,
maneuvering my ass, twisting and turning – I want, I need, to find her
pussy with mine again. Just as I find it, our buttocks clench on each
other’s with pleasure, I feel her leg start to slide out from under me as
she raises herself up, and I follow her, my ass still pressed hard against
hers, until we’re on our knees and elbows, our asses pressed together. Our
buttocks slip and slide over each other, slick with oil and sweat, and up
against our exposed pussies. I can feel pussy juice and sweat drip down my
leg and I can’t tell if it’s hers or mine, or a mixture of both.
I’m beginning to wonder how much longer I can keep control, when my man
calls a halt again. I want to fuck him so hard right now and relieve this
tension, but not until I’ve made her come first. She started this and it
needs to be finished. He tells her to lie on her back and then orders me
to turn and face her feet and straddle her face. I kneel over her, and her
arms snake around me, her hands grabbing my ass and pulling me lower till
my pussy is just above her mouth. Shit, now I’m at her mercy, and I can
feel her warm breath on my pussy as my man starts to shoot. My legs are
slippery from oil and sweat and I have to work hard to not slip lower,
especially as she is pulling me down. I put my hands on her boobs and try
to push myself up but she has a tight grip on me. And then I feel it.
Very, very gently at first, but then firmer and unmistakable. Her tongue,
slowly moving along from my clit to my pussyhole. Jesus, she’s licking my
pussy, and I have to act like there’s nothing going on. I quickly look up,
but my man is shooting from the side, and can’t see what she’s doing to
me. Her tongue continues to lap, and I can’t help but part my legs
further, lowering myself slightly on her so that I can feel her soft lips
on me. She pulls me slightly forward and further down, and slides her
tongue inside me, my ass smothering her. I squeeze her breasts, trying to
make every movement seem like just another pose. I’m not going to let him
know I’m loving this. She pushes her face further into me, and I can feel
her tongue sliding in and out, rolling and turning inside me. Finally, I
can’t stand it and flop forward onto her. I slide my hands down and grab
her bum, and start to kiss her belly, her hips, the tops of her thighs,
knowing it’ll drive my man crazy. I begin to kiss down the inside of her
thigh, lower and lower, knowing that her leg is blocking his view. I reach
the top of her leg, and run my tongue along the crack between her thigh
and her pussy, tasting her for the first time. I’ve never tasted another
woman’s pussy juice before, and I’m surprised at the sweet and sour
flavor, tempting me to lick closer and closer to her pussy but not daring
to go too far.
I hear my man curse, and I look up, trying not to gasp as she withdraws
her tongue sharply from my pussy. Has he seen what’s going on? Is he
angry? I have to suppress my laughter when he says his memory card is full
and he has to run down to the car to get a spare. He tells us to stay in
position. No problem, honey! The second the door closes behind him, she
pulls me back slightly and takes my clit into her mouth, sucking on it
while massaging it gently with her tongue. God, it feels so good. I
respond instantly, pushing my lips into her pussy, kissing, licking,
sucking. I move my hands around her ass, and slide a finger inside her –
immediately her hips begin to rock, and encouraged, I begin to slide it in
and out. God, I hope my man takes his time. I want to come so hard. We’re
both moaning loudly, rocking back and forth. I can feel myself starting to
lose control, grinding my pussy into her face, and as I do I lose any last
inhibitions too, one finger inside her becoming two, my mouth enveloping
it in my lips and sucking hard on it, locking onto it to maintain position
as she starts to buck. Yes, baby, that’s right, you come. She grinds
harder and harder into my lips, and I drive my fingers harder and harder
into her, pressing them forward to find her g-spot. Her hips start to snap
as she loses rhythm, and suddenly I feel my face flooded with warm liquid
as she orgasms. The thought of making her come, of having that power over
her, turns me on like I’ve never felt before, and instantly my own orgasm
hits me, my hips shuddering, losing control. I try to lift off but she has
my thighs in a vice-like grip, keeping my clit locked in her mouth. I have
no control over my body now, my hips thrashing wildly, my body shuddering
as I come again, but still she doesn’t release me. I can hear her moaning,
muffled by my ass smothering her, and bury my face harder between her
legs, until she comes again too. We suck harder, wave after wave crashing
over us until our rhythm is so lost that we’re literally mashing our
pussies into each other’s face. We’re starting to come down as I hear the
keycard in the door and I quickly try to replicate the position I was in
before.
My man isn’t happy. No sign of the other memory card. He’s so apologetic,
bless him, that he doesn’t even notice that my mouth is wet with her come.
I ask him if he’s at least got everything he wanted. He says yeah, pretty
much. And he asks me the same question.
I say yeah, I’m pretty satisfied.