by Bridy McAvoy
Julia shook her head, but she was playing it for the camera. The other two stopped touching themselves and, turning inward, faced her. As they grasped the thin strings of the sides of the thong, she lifted her butt from the couch, allowing them to draw it down onto her thighs. For the second time in front of the camera, her panties were coming off, exposing her pussy to its all-seeing eye. She moaned and then gasped as, without words, the other two women grabbed her legs and pulled them up over theirs, splitting her open. Clarke rose from his seat and walked around in front of the desk, picked up the camera and moved closer. He squatted down right in front of her, training the camera right at the junction of her legs at her slit, a slit that suddenly had four feminine hands playing with it.
Her moans grew louder as both women used one hand to pull her lips open, and one of them—she thought it was Josie—started working on her clit, the other one—by elimination, Karen—inserting a finger into her.
Already hot from her own touching and caressing, Julia knew it wouldn’t take long. Her fingers found the bow holding the two halves of the flimsy baby doll together and pulled on the free ends. The bow separated and she brushed the thin netting to the sides, exposing her breasts. She cupped them then squeezed them hard, more moans escaping her as she mauled her breasts, while Karen inserted two fingers.
“Look at this married bitch go! She’s a hot one.”
She flushed with shame at Clarke’s commentary, even though she knew it was for the sake of the video. Her thumbs found the top edge of her nipple while her index finger found the bottom side and she squeezed them savagely as Karen started to saw her fingers in and out of her. Josie was treating her clit unmercifully and her hips were bouncing around on the seat as she worked her way up toward the climax.
“Cum for them, baby. Cum for them. Cum for the camera.”
Julia groaned. The humiliation felt total, but at the same time increased her arousal. “I’m cumming…” She stiffened then screamed as the orgasm tore through her. Her legs shook, her body twisting and churning as her muscles clenched and unclenched. She felt herself squeeze down on Karen’s fingers, attempting to lock down on her friend’s pleasure-giving digits. The look of shock on Karen’s face told her this was a new experience for her young friend and that just increased her pleasure.
“Fuck! Look at her go.” She wanted to glare at Clarke, but she couldn’t focus, and as she slowly came down from the high it was too late.
“Lick your fingers, ladies. Taste her.”
She felt Josie shudder at the prospect, but she obeyed. Karen was faster, her hand flying up to her mouth, and obscene slurping noises told everyone in the room the young tall woman was enjoying it.
Julia didn’t bother adjusting the baby doll. She’d exposed her breasts, and she knew, according to the script, it would be coming off soon. Now it was time for her to recover while her two friends took center stage for a moment. She lay there, legs akimbo, and panting for breath as Clarke rose to his feet, leaned back on the edge of the desk, then beckoned Josie to rise.
She could only see from the back so couldn’t see what he actually did to her. The baby doll, though, went slack, and a few seconds later it fluttered down Josie’s back. She heard her friend give a low moan and guessed he was playing with her nipples. Suddenly Josie went up on her toes, emitting a loud gasp, and she guessed he’d just squeezed down on one of her nipples.
“Karen, why don’t you come here and remove her panties?”
Watching as her two friends completed the process of undressing each other while Clarke played with their breasts with one hand, and zoomed in with the handheld camera at the same time, kept her own level of arousal high. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own, gently caressing her breasts and her mound. She knew it would present a lascivious sight to Clarke’s camera when he returned his attention to her, then remembered the other cameras trained on the couch would be capturing what she was doing anyway.
She blushed as she looked up, seeing Grant focusing one camera on her while the other two seemed to be capturing the action in front of her. Karen was moaning, her hips gyrating as Clarke fingered her.
“Julia, why don’t you join us? Come, stand between your friends.”
She shivered as Clarke moved them on to the next part of the film. She knew what was coming next. She rose to her feet and, taking the few paces forward, stood in front of him. Josie and Karen moved to the side a little. There seemed no point in any attempt at modesty, not with what they already had on video. In any case, it was time for her to take center stage again, or more precisely, as had been explained in the legend paperwork—her wedding rings to take center stage.
As she drew level with her friends, Clarke made a downward gesture to the three of them and Julia dropped to her knees, as did her two naked friends. This brought her eyes level with the large bulge in the front of his trousers. The script told her what to do and she reached forward with her left hand. Everything she did in the next few minutes had to be with her left hand. That was probably the most humiliating part as she started stroking the front of his trousers.
“Good girl. She doesn’t need to be told, do you, Julia? I guess getting married does have its benefits.”
She flushed bright red with his comments. She could feel the heat, and heard the gasps from her friends. The fact he was talking for the benefit of the camera didn’t make it easier to take.
“Take it out, Julia. Play with it.”
The camera was hovering near her hand, and she knew he was focusing closely on her wedding and engagement rings, demonstrating to everyone watching he had a real life cheating wife with him—a cheating wife who was about to take out his cock and suck it.
She shuddered but did as he asked, unzipping his fly and then reaching in. She’d expected to encounter boxers so she gasped when her fingers immediately touched the hot flesh of his cock.
“I know it’s big, baby, but it’s not going to bite.” He chuckled.
She tried not to frown, feeling extremely humiliated. He’d obviously not worn boxers in order to get a reaction, and she’d delivered in spades. She wanted to yell something to humiliate him back, but they’d only cut it if she called out not as big as my husband’s or something like that. As she eased his hard length out of his trousers, she realized it wasn’t huge, but she had to admit it was a little thicker than Max’s, but not longer.
She forced herself to smile, keeping her eyes fixed on her prize, knowing he’d be filming her reaction to it. To add to the effect, she licked her lips as if anticipating what it was going to taste like. Actually, she wanted to know what it would taste like when she bit down on his cock, hard, but she tried valiantly not to let that show on her face. For now, she had to pretend she was falling for his patter, thinking that this fake agent was going to get her work in the adult industry.
Leaning forward, she kissed the very tip of his cock, the heat of her lips pulling a hiss of appreciation from him. She did it again, just parting her lips enough to take the first half inch into her mouth. At least he was clean, and she smiled up at him as she licked the tiny drop of pre-cum from the very tip.
“Looks to me like someone gets a lot of practice at that.”
Instead of replying or attempting to slap the shit out of him, she pushed against his cock, bending it to her left and leaning back a little, allowing him to film Josie as she took her cue and bent forward and also kissed it. Julia held his cock pointing at her friend until she’d kissed it another two or three times then slowly straightened it again. Clarke’s hand kept hold of the camera, swinging it in time with her movements. She planted another kiss, this time taking his cock a little further into her mouth and teasing the tiny hole in the end with her tongue.
She bent it to the right and repeated her earlier maneuver, this time with Karen. Then, this time, as she repositioned it in front of her mouth, she lifted up and pushed down on it, taking the first three inches into her mouth, flattening her tongue underneath th
e obstruction and sucking hard. She knew her cheeks had hollowed and she heard her friends gasp at the sight, just as much as Clarke did above her. The camera, visible just to one side, didn’t move. Given what she was doing to him, she had to admit he had admirable self-control.
She continued to share his cock with each of them in turn, taking him deeper and deeper into their mouths. She could feel the way his cock was throbbing in her hand as she continued to jack him into whichever of the mouths was currently sucking on him.
“Stop now, ladies. I haven’t done with you yet, and if you keep doing that I will be, and very soon.”
Karen, who was sucking him at the time, leaned back, letting his cock drop from her mouth. Julia let go with her hand and sat back too, resting on her haunches, just as Josie was doing as she watched, waiting for her turn.
“Why don’t all three of you kneel on the couch, elbows on the back of it?”
Julia shivered. She knew what was going to happen next. It didn’t need a brain surgeon to work that out. As all three of them settled into position, she could hear clothing rustling behind them. Glancing over her shoulder, Julia could see Clarke was just finishing stripping off his jeans, having already discarded his shirt. He was doing so off-camera, a courtesy denied to them.
Once naked, his cock bobbing obscenely in front of his body, he picked up the camera again and approached them.
“I guess I’m supposed to play rock, paper, scissors to decide which one I’m going to fuck first, but I think Julia knows she’s number one on the list, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I guess.”
“So, are you ready for me to fuck you? Given how wet your little pussy is, and how much of your juices have glazed onto your thighs, I’m pretty certain you’re ready.”
Julia didn’t answer. She just dropped her head onto her arms and arched her back, pushing her butt toward him. She was getting more comfortable, but she knew to the camera it would look like her resistance was gone, and she was willing and ready for him to take her. A lot of the wetness was from her earlier orgasm at the hands of her friends, but while her left hand had been grasping his cock, her right had been between her legs, keeping her arousal stoked.
She felt the hairy skin of his thighs bump against the backs of her legs, then felt the tip of his condom-sheathed cock touch her slit. She guessed the camera was still in one hand as he guided his cock to her with his other one. Obviously, the camera would capture a perfect close-up of the moment of penetration. The thought was both shocking and obscene while at the same time an incredible turn-on. She couldn’t remember being this aroused for a long time, not even in the throes of a climax. Julia knew she was wired, and in imminent danger of exploding.
He wiped his cock up and down her slit a couple of times. She knew he was gathering her moisture while at the same time titillating anyone watching the video. She let out a low guttural moan as he finally positioned himself at her opening.
As he pushed forward, she cried out, her legs stiffening as an unexpected orgasm raced through her.
“Fuck me!”
She wasn’t sure if it was Clarke speaking out in surprise at her orgasm, as surprised as she was, or if it was an instruction. She acted on the latter, pushing herself back against him, pulling his cock deep into her spasming pussy, knowing every detail was being captured in high-definition close-up. She yelled again as she felt his stomach thump against her butt then pulled forward before thrusting herself back again. Another climax startled her into another yell and she rode him like some kind of bucking monster.
As the second orgasm slowed and she gasped for air, she let him take control and knelt there as he fucked her for half a dozen or so strokes.
“We’ve got a live one here, guys. That was fucking incredible. Julia, you should go a long way in this business if you can cum like that simply by being penetrated.”
She colored and lifted her head as he pulled out. Glancing to the side, she could see Karen staring at her in shock, and when she turned the other way, Josie was doing the same. Then Josie’s eyes widened and Julia knew Clarke was now behind her friend and then Josie softly grunted as he pushed into her.
A few seconds later he pulled out again and then, without any preamble, this time pushed back into Julia. She groaned as she felt him fill her again, but it was for all too brief a time. Then it was Karen’s turn, and she, like Julia thrust back to capture him inside her. She was sprawled much lower than the other two, just to bring her butt down to a level where he could fuck her. Julia could see Clarke was using a different filming technique too. Her wider spread legs allowed him to put the camera underneath her as he fucked her.
For the next few minutes he went back and forth along the line. Julia knew she was getting twice as much time with his cock sawing in and out of her pussy than the other two were, but she couldn’t rekindle that heat again. There was too little time before he moved off to the right or left. She still gave little encouraging squeaks and moans, but for her, the passion was dying away.
Clarke, on the other hand, was in boy heaven. He had three juicy cunts to play with, and he was playing with all three of them, even though he was satisfying none of them. He’d seemed to settle into a routine, a little play around the entrance, then a smooth thrust inside, three quick fucks and then pull out and move on. As his stomach slapped against her butt, she could feel he was sweating now.
“I’m going to cum in a few seconds.”
He was inside Julia as he said it, and her eyes opened wide at the thought. She grasped the back of the couch and reared up, hollowing her back and pushing back against him. She stared back over her shoulder into his face and he brought the handheld camera up to look at her, before returning it to keep its gimlet eye trained on her pussy. The thought of such an obscene sight sent her libido back into overdrive. She forgot all about the routine, forgot all about the fact he was fucking all three of them, mingling their juices in each other’s vaginas as he fucked them all. No, she didn’t want to forget that bit, that was a licentious enough thought to power her on. He’d stayed with her longer this time, concentrating his effort on her. The other two moved closer to her, acting on some unspoken command. They both turned, their upper bodies pressing against her for support as they reached one hand each underneath her body to fondle her breasts.
Suddenly, from a routine in and out and then pause with nothing, she was the center of attention of a foursome.
She groaned as thoughts filled her head—naughty thoughts, dirty thoughts—but she couldn’t stop them as Clarke started slamming into her with even more force. Karen pinched her nipple, then Josie did the same, and she squealed as her pussy contracted around Clarke’s cock, her orgasm the most powerful of the afternoon.
He was still ploughing into her as she came down the other side but obviously not for long. She could feel the way he was expanding a little inside her, his strokes harder, but no longer fluid and smooth. Suddenly, he pulled out, stripped the condom off, and laid his cock along the crack of her butt. She felt the pulse as he came, the first streak of jism splashing up her back, almost to her hairline. She moaned, and then again as another stream of cum landed on her back, searing her with its heat. She gasped for breath, her head hanging down as the two women disengaged from either side.
“Lick her clean, ladies. Do your friend a service.”
The feeling of their two tongues tracing every contour on her back made Julia shudder. She kept shuddering as they followed his obscene orders. Then they were done, her back glistening with saliva, her thighs glistening where her own juices coated them. Between that, her pussy, also glazed with her juices and gaping open, gently pulsing as she continued to gasp for air.
“And…Cut…”
She managed to turn herself around and collapse down to sit on the couch once more.
“Ladies, you were fantastic. We rarely get one of these shot in a single take, but to do so with three of you…incredible, truly incredible.”
Jul
ia didn’t bother trying to cover up, there seemed no point. With the camera off, both Grant and Clarke seemed happy to just stare at the three naked women.
“Now, we need to move all the lighting and reset the cameras for the second scene. Unfortunately, we won’t have time for showers for all of you, but I’m sure you can manage with a washcloth and a towel. You’ve got thirty minutes and we’ll be ready to go again. For that time, the bathroom is yours. Your outfits are hanging in the cupboard in there.”
“Thirty minutes? You’ll be ready to go again so soon?” Karen was giggling as she asked the question.
“Me? No ladies, not me. Grant and I swap duties for the second film. You get to make out with my taciturn friend. What he lacks in the ‘gift of the gab’ department, I think you’ll find he makes up in the stamina department. Think of me as the starter course. Grant here is the main.”
Julia watched as her friend’s mouth dropped open. Josie laughed and shook her head. “I hate to tell you this, guys, but we’re the main course, you two are just the utensils.”
Grant finally joined the conversation. “Good, I like eating.”
Julia found herself laughing as, in turn, her other friend was now lost for words.
Julia’s Workshop
As she walked along the table set up against the longest wall in the room, Julia eyed the buffet with a jaundiced eye. Nothing took her fancy. The sandwiches looked, if anything, ancient and the puff pastry delicacies which she guessed were supposed to have meat in them were unappetizing to say the least. Her stomach rumbled and she quickly glanced up, making sure nobody was close enough to hear. The salad looked limp and she’d already sampled what their hosts called coffee and she wouldn’t give it that name, under any circumstances.
Putting a couple of slices of tomato on her plate, grabbing a handful of nuts, and then taking an open ham cob—on the basis she could, at least, peel the ham off and eat that—she headed for a seat at the table. She smiled at the others as she sat down, but none of them tried to involve her in their conversation. She’d been a bit dismayed after her trip to the cloakroom at the end of the morning session to find the others had already raided the buffet and were sitting down talking to each other. Four of them were tucking in with obvious gusto while the other two seemed to share her opinion.
