“Oh, baby, I can feel my cock inside your cunt.”
“So can I. And it feels gorgeous.”
They were certainly putting on a good show. My pussy was heating up, and my panties were getting exceedingly wet. It was too much; I was desperate to be fucked, but I had to carry on filming.
Their final fuck was in the missionary position, with Chris pounding her hard. His tight arse muscles and bouncing balls were a sight to behold. Sarah was panting and groaning like a good whore should, though she certainly wasn’t faking it. I hastily removed the camera from the tripod and went round to the side of the bed. I wanted to catch their faces as orgasms swept through their bodies, but they misread my direction.
Sarah opened her mouth and licked her top lip invitingly. Chris withdrew and shuffled up the bed. With the head of his cock only inches from Sarah’s mouth, he started to wank.
The excited look of anticipation across Sarah’s face took my pussy up to boiling point. It almost exploded as one wave of spunk after another shot out of Chris’s cock. Sarah managed to catch a lot of it in her mouth, the rest made a complete mess of her face. The drop that hit her left cheek, and trickled down into her ear, was a cinematic masterpiece.
The biggest surprise of the evening came when I was securing the camera back onto the tripod. Sarah had crept up behind me. Her hand went inside my knickers, and onto my dripping pussy. “What are you doing?” I asked, but without resisting.
“Don’t pretend otherwise, that must have turned you on big time. I can tell you’re yearning for some action.” She had read my mood perfectly. My knickers were already on the way down my legs. I stepped out of them. “Lie on the bed and let me eat you.”
I put up no resistance. I did as I was told. I lay on the bed and presented my pussy to Sarah. Her mouth moved towards it. The way her tongue teased the tops of my thighs was like no foreplay I had encountered before. By the time that tongue had licked my pussy what seemed like a hundred times, my clit was gagging for it. But my clit did not get it. Her tongue delved deep into my cunt, her mouth rhythmically sucked my labia. Moans and groans started to drop out of my mouth.
Suddenly, Sarah pulled away. “You seem to be ready for my colleague now.” She stood up and licked my juices from her lips.
I turned my head sideways. Chris was standing there with a condom on his hard cock.
He was already climbing onto the bed when he asked, “Are you OK with this, nurse?”
“Yes, doctor, I am.”
“Your pussy seems to be ready for the insertion.”
“Oh, it is, doctor.”
The sight of his cock heading in the right direction was almost enough to make me come then and there.
“Breathe in.”
I inhaled deeply. As air filled my lungs, his lovely cock filled my cunt.
“Ooh, I say, your pussy feels rather good, nurse.”
“And your cock feels . . . huhmmm . . . rather wonderful, doctor.”
“This shouldn’t take too long.”
“Take as long as you like . . . whooo . . . doctor.”
“Let’s see if we can’t speed things up.” It was with those words that he started to bang into me. The pantomime was over; the serious fucking had begun.
“Oh, you fucker,” I moaned.
“Ooh, your cunt is absolutely, fucking gorgeous.”
I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of my cunt being pounded, and the sensation of my juices trickling into my groin and on towards my butt hole. I could feel his pubic bone slapping into mine, and hear the faint slurping of his cock reveling in my wetness.
“I am going to come,” he groaned.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I was very close, but not close enough. “Yes, yes, keep fucking me.” I was starting to shout. “That’s it.”
“You have a lovely cunt,” he exclaimed.
“Keep fucking it,” I implored. “Oh my goodness, I’m coming.” His cock spasmed inside me, my cunt convulsed around it, my legs twitched, and then my entire body shuddered. “Ooh, fucking hell.” I was now loud enough to be heard at the bus stop down the road. “Oh yes, aaagh, fucking hell.” He stopped thrusting, and held his cock inside me. “Fuck me, that was so fucking good . . .” My voice tailed off. “So fucking good.” Our eyes met and we both smiled.
He pulled out and rose up onto his knees. The condom was hanging from his drooping cock, his load stretching it downwards. “Well, nurse, that seemed to go rather well.”
“Yes, doctor, it did, didn’t it?” I whispered. “Can I have another appointment?”
I looked up to see the red light glowing on the camera, and Sarah standing naked behind it.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I put in a new disk for your bit. You will be able to do whatever you want with it.”
“Can just us two girls watch both films together on Saturday night?” I asked.
“Of course,” replied Sarah.
“Good, I’ll bring along a vibrator.”
WINDOW-SHOPPING
Brian Crawford
“I can’t believe you’re bringing me here,” she said as I led her briskly down the crowded walkway of the mall. “You hate shopping.”
“We’re not shopping,” I said. “We’re window-shopping.”
“Both of us hate that,” she pointed out. “What’s the point of shopping without getting something out of it?”
“We’ll get something out of this,” I replied. “I promise. Here we are.”
I stopped in front of a closed clothing store. It was at a corner where two walkways of the indoor mall crossed. The door was angled to the intersection and there was a CLOSED sign taped to the inside. A realtor’s key box hung on the door handle. Both the door and the long windows on each side were covered with a shiny, mirrored film, right now reflecting us standing there – me in my suit, Suzie looking sexy in a short, form-fitting, black dress.
“It’s – uh – closed,” she pointed out after a minute.
“You are very observant,” I acknowledged. “What else can you see?”
“What’s this about, Jim?”
“Humor me. Describe what you see.”
She looked exasperated, but studied the storefront. “A CLOSED sign. The door and windows are covered with some kind of film. I suppose the mall thought it looked classier than plain brown paper.”
“Correct. What else can you see?”
“Us. A good-looking hunk in a business suit and a slightly overweight woman.”
“Now you’re only half right. That’s not overweight – those are called curves – and in all the right places. Can you see anything inside?”
“No.”
“Look closely.”
She gave me another look, then stepped up to the glass and cupped her hands around her eyes. “I can see a little bit – why, it appears to be an empty storefront. How fascinating. Thank you for bringing me here to see this.” She turned back to me. “Why are we here again?”
“I’ll show you.” I used my agent’s key to unlock the key box and extract the key. “This place came up on my listings yesterday and I have a client who might be interested. I came down here this morning to take a look before I call him. I noticed something right away and I wanted to get your opinion on it.” I unlocked the door. “Go on in.”
“Like I know anything about . . .” she began as she entered the dark room and then stopped with a surprised, “Oh!” I followed her in and locked the door. The large open space was dusty and empty. But what had struck me, and now Suzie, was that the film on the windows was transparent from this side. It was like a two-way mirror. Shoppers strolling by in the brightly lit halls were perfectly visible. But standing in the dark interior, we were invisible to them.
I walked up to one of the windows and thumbed my nose at a woman walking obliviously by just outside.
“You see?” I said over my shoulder. “When I saw this, I suddenly thought about what you’ve said a couple of times about . . .”
“. . . about how I’ve always wanted to try exhibitionism,” she said from right behind me. I turned around and saw that she had slipped out of her shoes and was pulling the pins from her hair, letting her long dark hair fall down her back.
“Exactly,” I said, hypnotized as she shook her lovely hair loose. “I wanted to try it too, but I figured that us being arrested for public indecency would not further our careers.”
“Then you saw this place,” she went on, hiking up her skirt and wriggling her pantyhose down her legs, “and you thought we could try it here and see how it feels.”
“Yeah. I take it I might be able to talk you into it?”
“Shut up and take your clothes off.”
I took off my jacket and tie and looked around for a place to put them. Some clothes racks and one of those three-part dressing mirrors were pushed up against the back wall. I went back there and hung my stuff over a clothes rack. I slipped off my shoes and was taking off my socks when she pressed herself against my back. “You’re taking too long,” she whispered in my ear. “Get over here.”
She pulled me over to stand just behind the front door. She positioned me there facing the door and we looked at the shoppers strolling by just a few feet away. They seemed so close it was hard to believe they couldn’t see us. I started to lose my nerve.
“Honey, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“No. That’s why you’re going first.” She started unbuttoning my shirt.
“Hey, wait, I was thinking more of . . .” But she was already pulling my shirt down my arms. The air was cool on my bare chest and back and I couldn’t stop watching the faces of the people walking past. She started on my belt.
“Wait, wait,” I said. “What if somebody does what we did and peers in?”
“Why should they?” she said, opening my fly and pulling down my pants. “And they’d just see indistinct shapes. Maybe they’ll think we’re mannequins.” She grabbed my boxers and I reached down to stop her, but she just yanked them down to my feet. I was naked. A family wandered slowly by, a little boy trailing his fingers against the glass. I forced myself to stand still.
Suzie looked down at me. “What’s the matter?” she asked in her baby voice. “Is him afwaid of all the people? I’ll take care of that.”
She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I felt myself stiffen, filling her mouth. She cupped my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. I could feel her tongue stroking around the head of my cock. She’d always been an expert at giving head. She knew exactly what to do and seemed to love it as much as I did. I never had to ask, and once or twice even woke up with her going down on me.
But it was hard to keep my mind on what she was doing while all these people walked past – old people, young people, men, women, kids – they just kept appearing, their eyes apparently sweeping across me as I stood swaying unsteadily. Suzie never stopped what she was doing, but I could see that she was watching the people out of the corner of her eyes. Several times I saw people stop and look down – right at her bobbing head – but I realized they were just reading the sign that was right behind her.
It was obviously turning her on as much as me. She was really into it now, stroking me with her hands and driving her mouth hard onto me. A couple of times she pulled her head back and stroked me hard just with her hands, turning to watch the parade of people. Then she’d lunge forward again and gobble me down, sweeping her hair away from her face so she could watch the passers-by as she sucked me. She started accelerating, moaning deep in her throat. I felt my orgasm approaching.
She backed away from me a few inches and tilted her head back and I knew what was coming. She reached around me to cup a cheek in each hand, then pulled my pelvis hard against her face. I felt a moment’s resistance, then my engorged head was forced down her throat. I reached down to grasp her head and grind her face against my crotch. I was only seconds away from shooting my load down her throat. I pulled her face away.
“Wait,” I whispered hoarsely, “wait, dammit. Not yet.”
“Oh, please,” she groaned, “we were almost there. I want to feel you . . .”
“I know, but it’s too soon.” I pulled her reluctantly to her feet. Her eyes were wide and excited; her nostrils flared with lust. She looked so hot and beautiful that I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her lips were wet with my juice. Our tongues probed and explored. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks. I nuzzled her ear and whispered, “It’s your turn now, my love.” She looked up into my eyes. She was frightened, nervous – but ready.
“How do you want me?” she whispered.
“Just like this,” I said, and turned her around to face the window. I moved her forward until she was only a few inches from the glass. Grasping the zipper at her neckline, I slowly pulled it down the length of her back. The dress fell open until I could see the dimples just above her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her long smooth back seemed to glow in the dim light. I laid one finger lightly on either side of her neck and slowly moved them apart, sliding the straps of her dress toward the tips of her shoulders. I slid them a millimeter further, then again, until I could feel that the dress was just about to fall. One more touch and she would be naked.
I found the thought incredibly exciting, and apparently so did she, because I could feel her trembling under my touch. A young man sauntered by not two feet away and I heard her take a breath and hold it, apparently thinking I was going to do it then. Still I hesitated. He glanced idly toward her and walked on unseeing.
“Shit, Jimmy,” she hissed, “are you going to do it or what? I’m about to come just waiting for it.”
“Then maybe I should make you wait a bit more.”
“No, no. Do it now. What are you waiting for?”
“I was just thinking. I won’t get to see it myself. Maybe if we moved back away from the window and I knelt in front . . .”
“No!” she whispered, her voice tight. “I like it this close. My tits are almost touching the glass. I love this!”
“But I want to see too. Wait a minute.” I left her standing there and hurried to the back of the store.
“What? Where are you going?” she squeaked.
“Don’t move.”
“Move? If I move an inch my dress will fall off!”
“Yeah, that’s a problem, isn’t it?” I picked up the dressing mirror and hauled it over to the door. It was heavier than it looked. She turned her head to see what I was doing and giggled.
“What? Bad idea?”
“No. Cute naked moving guy.”
“Fuck that. Jesus, this thing is heavy.”
“I plan to – any minute now. Hurry up.”
I set the mirror up inside the front door and arranged it so it showed her. “Is that right?” I asked, studying the angles.
“I can see myself,” she answered. “Open the right side out a little more. OK. Damn, I look like I’m in heat or something.”
“You look hot, all right,” I said, coming back to stand behind her. The main mirror showed her from the side, close up against the window, me standing naked behind her, my cock hard and bobbing toward the ceiling. But the side panel showed her in three-quarter view, giving me a view of the front of her. I reached up to rest one finger on each shoulder strap of her dress. I slid them out till there was nothing holding them but the feather touch of my fingertips. I looked over her shoulder and we both studied ourselves in the mirror.
“That’s great,” she said. “Now we can both watch. Oh, baby, you look so fucking hot.” While she watched us in the mirror, I looked out at the people outside. A group of teenagers – boys and girls in leather and kohl – were swaggering toward us, laughing and talking.
“Now,” said Suzie, who had been looking the other way, “let’s wait for some more people to . . . Shit!”
The dress dropped. In the mirror I saw her hands involuntarily reach up to clutch at the dress, but I caught
her wrists.
A lot happened all at once, and there was a lot to look at. Out of the corner of my eye, I could look down her front and see the last of the dress slide off her breasts and disappear. It pulled over her hard nipples and they jiggled enticingly. In the mirror I watched the dress slide down her body, exposing first those magnificent tits, then the swell of her hips. It caught there for an instant, then rustled to the floor. There she was, pink and white and gorgeous, her shaved pussy looking incredibly naked between her great legs. At that instant, one of the approaching kids, a guy with an eyebrow ring, pointed toward us and said something and they all turned to look.
The combined effect of all this was to send an incredible jolt of combined fear and lust through my body. I gasped and my knees buckled; I nearly fell. I reached out and caught the points of her hips in both hands, pulling her back against me. My cock went up into the crack of her ass. Quick as thought, I dipped my knees and felt it slip between her thighs. I had expected it to go between her legs. Instead I entered her in one smooth stroke. She cried out and, terrified, I brought one hand up to cover her mouth.
The kids must have heard her, because they stopped and looked around. One girl reached out as if she was going to stroke Suzie’s pussy, but she just turned and leaned against the glass. They gathered around her to talk. We couldn’t make out their words, but their voices echoed in the empty room around us.
Then I jumped when I felt fingers on the shaft of my cock. For a wild instant I thought it was the girl’s hand. Glancing aside at the mirror, I saw that Suzie was squeezing her left tit in one hand while her right was between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit, now and again stroking my cock where it entered her. That was it for me. I drove into her like a battering ram – one, two, three hard strokes – then blew my load up into her. Feeling that sent her over her own edge. I felt her cunt spasming around me.
I was still covering her mouth, but I could hear her guttural grunts as she came. She bit down hard on my middle finger, but it didn’t matter. Neither of us could stop coming. The force of my last thrust shoved her against the window and I leaned against her, mashing her tits flat against the cold plastic film.
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