THE  VIDEO  SHOOT

By ANON E. MOOSE

OK, so firstly maybe I should set the scene, because it’ll clarify what follows a little bit.  I’m an experienced videographer, mainly commercials, sports, news and interviews, but I’ve always wanted to do just one girl-on-girl shoot.

Last year I got engaged to an adventurous woman who was reluctant to let me out on a stag night, she did come up with a better solution.  If I could find another woman who she approved of then she would be the other model in a girl/girl shoot.  She laid down some pre-conditions, of course – I was to concentrate my cameras on her, not on the other woman.  She would kiss and touch the other woman’s body, but she wouldn’t do anything too sexual, and she was adamant that this video would be just for us.  She said that she wouldn’t be turned on at all.

I spent a while trawling internet sites looking for an experienced adult model that would physically match up with my fiancée's body.  Debbie is 5 foot 8 inches tall, long blonde hair with a fabulous body – firm, round, full C-cup breasts, long thick nipples, and the most amazing butt you’ve ever seen.  I needed a woman around the same height and build as her with amazing breasts (because they’re my fiancée’s favorite body part), and nice firm butt, 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 woman’s ass instead of hers).  I told you she was specific.

So it took a while but eventually I managed to find a woman I thought would suit her requirements.  Next I booked a spectacular suite on the 21st floor of a nice hotel as the location for their encounter and packed up my lights, power cords, tripods and cameras.  I am delighted to say that the day turned out to be an event that far surpassed my expectations.  Once the shoot was over, I asked my fiancée to dictate what happened from her point of view, what was going through her mind while she was being physical with this other woman.  Listening to her voice speaking into a recorder was unlike anything I could have imagined!  The following is what happened, in her own words...

"I'll have to admit, Michael had done a pretty good job of setting things up.  We were on the 21^st floor with an amazing view of the city below.  Everything in the suite seemed so luxurious, from the walls, curtains and furnishings, to the large pillows and linen on the huge bed.  I strolled around the suite hoping he was as good at choosing the woman as he was at finding this location."

"I inspected the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror.  I looked hot.  I had a new hair style and simple makeup.  I undressed and wrapped myself  in a towel wearing only a smooth white thong underneath and my tallest black heels.  I was getting nervous waiting, wondering what would take place.  I was somewhat excited to try something I had never experienced before but this was beyond any challenge I had ever undertaken.  I took one last look in the mirror and left the bathroom and walked over to the window.  Michael was looking for power outlets busily setting up his lights and cameras.  I stood there looking down at the city below nervously waiting for the model to arrive."

"I was startled when I heard a knock at the door.  Michael was busy and asked me to go and answer it.  I felt my heartbeat quicken and suddenly felt very nervous.  I had moment of panic.  I was determined to be brave and took several deep calming breaths and slowly I opened the door and saw her for the first time.  My heart was still pounding as I invited her in.  As she walked past me I looked her over from top to bottom and I started to get excited."

"Michael has obviously chosen very carefully.  She is beautiful.  Mixed race, I would guess she is Vietnamese-American.  She was my height, with long, black straight hair.  She had a sheer, tight-fitting dress on.  I could see her nipples standing proud through the thin material.  I was shocked to find myself thinking about her nipples touching mine for the first time, but immediately pushed the thought from my mind.  I didn’t want this to get out of hand.  I’ve always told Michael that I was doing this for him and that I wouldn't get turned on at all.

"Introductions were handled; with an awkward formality given that we both wondered what we were going to be doing with each other in just a few minutes time."

"Michael got down to business straight away.  He instructed us to pretend that he wasn't there; to not look at him or at the cameras, but to look at and concentrate on each other at all times.  He told us it was important to keep eye contact with each other when possible and to not break our positions when he needed to call a stop and to always stay in the moment."

"He walked over to his CD player and put on some soft music to get us in the mood.  He asked us to take off our clothes except for our heels.  We began to undress and as she does I realize that I really have underestimated him.  Michael knows my fascination with breasts and her breasts are beautiful, firm, round and pert.  He tells us to face each other, leaning our bodies into one another but not touching.  I could feel my nipples getting hard and my heartbeat in my chest.  He asks us to move our open mouths toward each other until our lips are only centimeters apart.  I could feel her breath on my lips.  I looked into her eyes, but when she returned my gaze and I had to look down.  Her breasts were full and her nipples were beginning to swell as big as mine.  I looked up and I could see her lips – big, beautiful, full lips - they were so close to mine and again I couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like when we kissed."

"With each request from Michael I adjusted my pose slightly to his wishes – my legs, my hips, the angle of my head - but still I carefully avoided any part of my body touching her apart from my hands.  It’s actually very difficult, especially making sure our breasts move around each other’s, at times only millimeters apart, and it just builds the tension between us because I know that soon they are 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 us to move our 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 in 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 into mine, 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 music, lips touching and sliding over lips, breasts pressed against breasts, nipples touching and growing harder.  She pushes her leg between mine, forcing them apart, and I respond, thrilled as I feel the soft part of her inner thigh against mine.  She pushes in further and I spread my legs wider, the top of her leg pressing against my pussy.  I can feel her pussy pressing against mine.  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, we kiss lightly and touch tongues again looking at each other, when suddenly she sucks hard on my tongue.

I’m aware of my man moving in closer, shooting 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 pulls me hard into her.  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.  I can feel myself getting wet.  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 not.

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 hair, 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, 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’m 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 thong.

Again, I grab both wrists tightly, and as he moves a camera and starts to go to work again we immediately begin to kiss, our tongues and lips now work harder on each other.  Her hand slips a little lower inside my thong 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 pussylips.  I’m torn between fear that she’ll do this and feel my wetness, and the desire to feel her fingers touch my clit.  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 videographer and we’re two models.

He orders us to take off our panties, pointing 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 our breasts flare mashed together, our hardened nipples unmistakable.  As we spread the oil onto our lower backs I feel her pubic hair brush through my own bush.

I’m aware of the cameras starting again – my man is nothing if not an opportunist - and so we continue, our hands working slowly all over each other’s body.  My man moves in closer again, shooting close ups.  My nipples push up against hers, hard as buttons.  Her thigh is wedged deep in 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 becoming 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 actually want this!

Once again my man calls a halt and tells us to separate.  He hands me a pair of larger white hipsters, telling us both to put it 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 mine.

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, our tongues wrestling deep inside our mouths.  As he starts his cameras 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 breasts, squeezing 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 this woman by our most intimate areas.

My man tells us to move 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 lay 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 furiously repositioning cameras, and I know he’s now shooting between our legs, taking video 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, 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 harder 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, her tongue deep inside my mouth 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 wet pussies mashing and grinding hard into each other, and our tongues wrestling, pushing, and 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, her pubic hair scraping painfully into my wet pussy, my ass 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 and 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 seeming to me to be sneering slightly.  As the panties come off she releases me, she leans forward and whispers in my ear.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard.”

I’m so shocked!  She’s actually trying to make me cum!  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 the cameras 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 I start to panic.  I know my pussy must be soaking wet by now and dropping closer to her, but before I can do anything about it I can feel the lips of her pussy brush upwards 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 fully onto hers. I’m so wet by now that the lips of my pussy open almost immediately.  She responds by pushing hers up, and the combined pressure pushes her lips 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 wet passionate kiss. The realization that our juices are mixing together excites me for some reason.  I think because it felt so dirty.

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.  She opens her legs and I feel something small and hard flick against my clitoris.  I look down 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 slightly shifts her hips again, flicking my clit with hers sending 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, bitch?  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 cumming is to make her cum instead.

We push back against each other, our wet pussies gliding over the other, our clits fencing like little swords.  This is so dirty!  I wonder whether I could cum without my man knowing?  I push her legs further apart, opening her up to me, imagining what it would be like to actually cum and cover her pussy 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 like two scissors, as she does so, until we’re face to face, breast to breast, our open pussies melding together.  I reach round and pull her wet pussy tightly into mine.

It’s so dirty I can’t believe I’m doing this but I’m growing more and more excited by the second!  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 juice 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 both 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 and mine on the back of hers.  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 she grinds her ass harder and deeper against mine, 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 clenching 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 her, 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 worry 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 cum first.  If she makes me cum he’ll think her sex is stronger and better than mine.  I couldn’t bear him believing that!  I must not cum before she does!  She started this and it needs to be finished!

He tells her to lie on her back and then orders me to keep facing toward her feet and move back my position so that I am straddling her face.  I kneel over her, and her arms quickly 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!  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 breasts 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 the insides of my pussylips, up and down, circling the inside of my lips, from my clit down to my puss hole.  Jesus, she’s licking my pussy!  I have to act like there’s nothing going on!  I fought to hold off my orgasm.

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 the insides of my pussylips, and I can’t help but part my legs further, lowering myself slightly onto her so that I can feel her soft lips and hot breath on me.  I feel like I could explode at any moment!

She pulls me slightly forward and further down, and slides her tongue inside my hole, my ass now smothering her.  I pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts, trying to make every movement seem like just another pose.  I’m not going to let him know I’m starting to love this.  She pushes her face further into me, and I can feel her tongue sliding in and out of my hole, rolling and turning inside me.

Finally, I can’t stand it! I must fight back and flop forward onto her.  I slide my hands down and grab her ass, 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 insides of her thighs, lower and lower, knowing that her leg is blocking his view.  I reach the top of her leg, and run my tongue along the cracks between her thighs 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 cards are full and he has to run down to the car to get spares.  He tells us to stay in position.  No problem, honey!

The second the door closes behind him, she pulls me back roughly 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, spreading her pussylips apart and stabbing my tongue deep into her pussy, kissing, licking, and 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 deeper in and out.

Her tongue is still in my hole driving me crazy!  If I cum I’m determined to make her cum first.  I spread her lips further apart and push my tongue deeper into her hole.  It’s full of her juice and I’m sure mine is as well.  We are each tongue deep inside the other’s hole.  The deeper I feel her tongue go only makes me stab her deeper with mine.  God, I hope my man takes his time.  I want to cum so hard and I feel myself getting closer!

We’re both moaning loudly, rocking back and forth.  I can feel myself starting to lose control, now grinding my pussy hard onto her face, from her nose to her chin and as I do I lose any last inhibitions too, one finger inside her becoming two, then three, finally two fingers from each hand spreading her hole open even wider, my tongue licking deeper into her hot milky wetness, then tonguing her clit and enveloping it in my lips and sucking hard on it, locking onto it to maintain position as she starts to buck.  She calls me a “cunt” then lets out a baleful groan.

Yes, baby, that’s right, you cum, bitch!  She is really getting dirty as she grinds harder and harder into my lips, her tongue lapping my juice deeper inside my hole.  I feel three of her fingers penetrate my hole.  You want to fight dirty?  I’ll show you how to fight dirty!  I retaliate by driving my fingers even deeper into her hole, pressing them forward to scrape my fingernails across her g-spot.  Is this dirty enough for you, bitch?  Her hips start to snap as she groans louder, losing her rhythm, and suddenly I feel my mouth being flooded with thick warm liquid as she orgasms.  It is more than I can swallow.  She cums again and I start to gag as it slowly oozes over my chin, cheeks and neck.

The thought of forcing her to cum, of having this power over her, turned me on like I’ve never felt before, and instantly my own orgasm hits me, my hips shuddering losing control.  My head snaps back as I feel my cum explode out of the deepest parts of my pussy.  Now I’m the one groaning.

My heart is racing and I feel light-headed.  I feel out of control and realize I am fucking her face, coating her nose and mouth with my hot, thick cum.  I tried to lift off her but she has my thighs in a vice-like grip, sucking my pussy and keeping my clit locked in her mouth, her tongue fluttering deep in my hole slurping up my cum.

Suddenly she stabs three of her fingers deep into me and drags her fingernails across my g-spot.  I have no control over my body again, my hips thrash wildly, my body shudders as I cum again, but still she doesn’t release me.  I can hear her moaning, muffled by my ass smothering her face.

Grabbing her legs I pull them back by her ankles, pointing her pussy toward the ceiling and bury my face in her cunt.  She begins to wail as I stab my tongue as deep as I can until she orgasms again and I’m slurping her cum, too.

We desperately lick and suck each other harder and deeper as wave after wave after wave of orgasms crash over us until our rhythm is so lost that we’re literally mashing our pussies into each other’s face frantically lapping up each other’s cum like we can’t get enough.

We rolled onto our sides continuing to lick and swallow each other’s cum.  She eventually pulled her head away from my pussy, but I continued to suck her clit, determined to force one more orgasm out of her.

When she finally came I said, “Got you, cunt!”  Then I reached between her legs and ripped out a tiny patch of her pubic hair to keep as my trophy.  I sat up onto her face, my cum dripping into her mouth.

When I heard the keycard in the door I quickly moved back onto my knees and tried to replicate the position I was in before.

My man isn’t happy.  No sign of the other memory cards.  He’s so apologetic; bless him, that he doesn’t even notice that our chins and mouths are wet with cum.

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.”

THE END