Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

  I pull into the studio and park. I look over at Kambry in the passenger seat staring at the company logo and clutching her purse as if her life depends on it. She tends to place a death grip on her innocent bags when she’s nervous. This is the true meaning of tainting someone, in the most original form. My selfishness keeps me from caring. I've always been taught you don't pass up a good thing, and well, that girl is like stumbling upon unclaimed gold. You don't just leave it in the open for someone else to grab. You fucking pick it up and run before someone realizes what you found.

  I woke up this morning more refreshed than I have been in years, possibly ever. I'm pretty sure neither one of us moved at all, because when I woke up we were in the exact same position as when we went to sleep. I won't lie. When I woke up and stared into the back of her blonde hair as I held her, I realized that maybe I actually miss having that closeness with someone. Maybe that's why I even agreed to this project at all.

  She was the blinder I needed to see past kinky fuckery and worn out pussy. I was positive that I had moved on from Salem, but if I wasn't truly living then maybe I hadn't moved on as completely as I thought. In reality, moving on isn't just being over someone, but opening up the possibility for a replacement. That I haven't done.

  Instead, I went off the deep end and submerged myself so deep in dirty water I don't see a way out, but she's about as clear of a change I can fathom giving myself, so I slipped out of bed and walked outside on my back patio, called Michael, and scheduled the earliest time to do this. I want it permanently recorded on a legal document. I'm going all in.

  "You ready," I ask her.

  She looks over at me, her expression a little nervous. "Yeah. It just kind of all hit me, you know."

  I grab her hand. "Tell me what's on your mind. We have a few minutes to spare."

  "Is it hard?"

  "What?"

  "Getting past the judgment from others of what you've done, receiving crazy stares when people know, or the mortification of people you know personally seeing you in the most intimate times of your life."

  I nod toward my window. "Come here."

  "In your lap?"

  "Yeah."

  She crosses over the center console and straddles my lap in her denim cropped skirt. I grab her face in my hands and kiss her lips. "Are you having second thoughts?"

  She breathes out. "No. I just want to be prepared...mentally. Where I come from people are very conservative, judgmental, and harsh of anything outside of their moral bubbles. I just want to be prepared," she whispers, repeating something she's already said.

  "It's different," I say honestly. "Those people will probably term you a whore. Most people won't understand how you can do such a thing and live with yourself, even when some of those people reap the benefits of what you’re doing. Then there are those that will become infatuated with you. The extreme, thinking they love you. You'll get fan mail that will creep you out. Your life will change."

  "Oh."

  I hold her stare with mine, running my thumb along her bottom lip to calm her. Then I choose to tell her something about myself. "My parents weren't happy when they found out. They were embarrassed. They still are. I don't come home and they don't come see me. Once a year we go on an undisclosed vacation to spend time together. I left behind three years of college, a good family, and a life. I left behind heartbreak."

  Her lips tremble and a tear falls. "But in all of the films I've done, all of the women I've had sex with, and all of the cameras I've performed in front of, none of them have been as intimate as last night was with you. That was acting. This is real. Originally it was all supposed to be fake, Kambry, but since then it's changed into something more real than I could have imagined. I like you...for real. Filming while we have sex may be new to you, but the intimacy of a relationship on camera is new to me. We will do this and experience new things together. Are you in?"

  "Yeah," she says low. "I'm in. I think I have been since the beginning."

  "Good, because I was prepared to sway you."

  "Isn't that what you've been doing?" The expression on her face changes to a playful smirk. The seriousness of this conversation vanishes.

  My hands drop to her hips, sneaking beneath her hot pink tee shirt representing her southern roots by logo. I glide my fingertips up her sides, then inch them around to the hard wiring of her bra, before pushing it up with the front of her shirt, revealing her perfect rack as her breasts fall free; a man's lottery. Give a man three wishes and I guarantee more than ninety percent would wish for the same things: nice tits to grope and suck, pussy for endless dick submerging, and money to do those things in repetition on a near constant basis.

  I grab one in each hand and shake, before pressing my mouth to one of her hardened nipples. I look up at her. She's biting her bottom lip with her palm pressed against the window, sure to leave a print. "You haven't seen the best of my persuasion, beautiful," I mumble against her nipple. A set of tits couldn't be more perfect if they were fake.

  My tongue inches out, swiping from bottom to top. She moans against her clenched teeth. I flick my wet tongue over her taut nipple, then blow, all while rolling the opposite one between my thumb and index finger. "Please. Can we?"

  "You want me to fuck you in my truck still wearing clothes like a couple of high school kids?"

  Her cheeks flush. "Yes. The windows are tinted. Plus, it's not like I got to do those things in high school."

  I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, her blonde hair immediately falling when it passes through the neck hole. It's a fucked up thing that I would rather be the one she experiences things with most do before junior prom than for her to have had it with someone else, especially considering I have no firsts to give her.

  I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, pulling it down her arms until it falls on the floorboard. "If we are going to do this I still want to look at you like this. I want you to be thinking about what we just did when you sign your name to that piece of paper. Get a condom out of the console."

  She lifts up on her knees and opens the lid to do as I told her. I unbutton my jeans and slide the zipper down, before lifting off the seat and sliding my briefs and jeans down to my knees in one motion, my hard dick springing free as I do, and then sit back down. I place my hands on her bare thighs as she sits back down on me, handing me the condom after briefly looking down. "You want it in you?"

  Her cheeks deepen in color. "Yes," she says in a breathy whisper, the fast pace heaving of her chest confirming before I check her that she's ready.

  "Open it."

  My hands ascend, pushing up her skirt to her midsection, before rounding to her ass, her bare ass. "Fuck, you're wearing a thong? My favorite...in case you didn’t know."

  She places the corner of the wrapper between her teeth and tears it open. My hands fist the small string disappearing between her cheeks and pull in opposite directions, ripping them at the T shaped seam and removing them from her body. I toss the useless fabric aside. "You just found my fucking weakness."

  “I’ve worn them before.”

  “I was too distracted by you to really notice. Lift.”

  Again she does as I ask. My phone starts to vibrate. She looks over at it by the cup holders. "Let it go. There is no fucking way I'm stopping this now. He can wait."

  My hand moves between her legs, turning palm up, and my middle finger begins rubbing back and forth over her pussy, transferring some of her wetness to me, before shoving my finger inside. "You're so damn wet. Fuck, I love how wet you get."

  I pump in and out of her, watching as her eyes become lazy with each thrust. She whimpers when I add a finger and circle my thumb in her wetness, and then rub it between her lips, separating them as I go, before stopping on her clit. Her head falls back when I begin rocking my hand, alternating between sliding across her clit and my fingers thrusting in and out of her. She looks into my eyes, her blue eyes becoming clearer in color. "Saxton, that feels good, but I w
ant you."

  The plea in her voice drives me wild, evoking an animalistic response. "Sheathe me, Kambry. I'm waiting on you, beautiful."

  I continue as she pulls the condom from the wrapper and tosses down the unneeded portion. My free hand grabs her breast and squeezes, drawing my mouth toward it as it begins to water from the sight alone. I suck her into my mouth. It takes a few seconds, but then I feel the condom touch down to the head of my dick, causing me to bite down on the hard center of her nipple.

  She rolls it in place until her hand is wrapped around the base. I growl against her, before forcing my mouth away from her nipple and vacating her pussy. "Show me you can take control. Make it yours."

  "Mine?"

  "All yours, baby. It'll soon be in writing."

  She looks down as she holds my dick still and positions herself directly over it, and then lowers herself. My head enters first, slowly, and then vanishes as her pussy consumes my cock whole, constricting around it the entire way. My head falls back against the headrest. "Holy hell I love the way you feel."

  With my mouth still open she presses hers open against mine. Immediately our tongues push through, meeting in the open space before our mouths close, leading into a kiss. She pumps herself up and down on my dick, using the seat as her push off, and moaning out each time I'm completely buried inside of her. She's going slow, tormenting me, and making me feel every centimeter as I enter her.

  My thumb quickly finds her clit and rubs with a pressure I know will quickly bring her to orgasm. Her hands grip my hair and she stops when I'm completely submerged inside her warm, wet place. I still my thumb when she begins rocking against me, fast and hard. Our mouths briefly part. "That feels so good," she whispers. "I like it."

  My head is hitting against a hard place that is going to be the end of me if she doesn't come soon. My balls tighten. "Fuck." I can tell she's close, she's just not quite...

  I thrust up hard, plunging deeper inside of her as she continues to ride my dick. I begin rubbing her clit again, exerting more pressure. She arches until her shoulders are resting on the steering wheel, and at the exact moment her hands cup her own breasts her moan becomes so erotic a shiver runs through my body. Everything slows down for me. Her face seems frozen in time; her eyes closed and her bottom lip pulled into her mouth. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

  Her eyes open and she looks at me as I erupt inside of the condom, balls deep inside of her. As if time started back again I lower my hips back down to my previous sitting position on the seat, bringing her with me. I blink a few times, trying to fucking figure out what just happened. I feel like I blacked out without the black vision. "I like seeing you like that."

  "What," I ask.

  "When you look like you've lost control. When I can tell you're about to come. My favorite of all is when you say something like you just did. It makes me feel like I'm the only girl on your mind. It's kind of stupid and girly I guess. Don't laugh."

  My hands move around to her ass and then rub up her back. She's already sitting up straight. I pull her into me. "What do you mean you feel like you're the only girl on my mind? You are."

  "It's nothing. I should have just kept my mouth shut. It's stupid and immature."

  She tries to lift and I hold her in place. "Nothing is stupid, Kambry. Tell me what you mean." Moments like these are when the age gap shows a little, but I don't mind having to backtrack if it means experiencing anything close to what I just did. People my age are mostly over that insecure stage, but her statement rubs me the wrong way.

  "I don't know. Just... I've developed this stupid insecurity since I watched one of your films, or part of it. Those girls are intimidating to girls like me. I don't want to think stupid crap, but I can't help it. Sometimes I worry that maybe sex with me is a little bland and you may think of a different time with someone else to finish."

  I stare at her...like a moron, because honestly I'm stunned. Her eyes widen. "You have haven't you? I feel stupid. I would rather not know."

  "Wait. Fuck. What? No. Give me a second to process. Are you serious?"

  I actually start to soften inside of her at the mention of porn. Wow, talk about cold hard facts confirming themselves. "Well, I was...kind of... Just forget I mentioned it. I'm stupid."

  She tries to lift off of me again and I grip her waist so hard I'm probably going to leave a handprint. "Have I made you feel that way?"

  My brain is still not working correctly. "God, no... I'm going to just shut up before I dig a deeper hole. It's just a thought I've had once or twice...or a few times," she whispers on the ending statement. "Before and after we actually did it last night."

  A click occurs. My brain is back. "Okay, first off..." I scan her body. "Any guy that needs to think of someone else while you're riding his cock clearly needs a mental check: porn star or not, virgin or not, experienced or not, and whether having experienced thirty pussies or one. Secondly, I haven't gotten a natural hard-on before you in so long I can't even remember, hence synthetic forms readily available at all times, so why the hell would I want to go back to that phase of my life when I just left it. Thirdly, if I needed to think of another girl to blow my load I wouldn't risk ruining your reputation and the life you've known your entire life to have you more. I'd get them to cast someone else. My dick and me are yours mentally and physically, and you and your pussy are mine in the same way until our relationship is severed in any form. Are we clear?"

  Fuck. Is this seriously a conversation I'm having?

  She stares at me, saying nothing, and then she leans in and her lips crash against mine so hard it actually kind of hurt. Her kiss is angry, passionate, and emotional. She starts to pump on me once again. Fucking hell she's going to milk me dry. What's insane is that I'm actually hardening again inside the condom I just filled. That never happens.

  My phone begins to vibrate again. Dammit. I reach out and feel around until I grab ahold of it. My eyes veer to the screen as I continue to kiss her. I grab the back of her hair in my free hand and pull her back, but she doesn't stop riding my cock. I growl out and place the phone to my ear after swiping right. "Maverick," I say in an uneven breath.

  "Not that I don't understand your current position, but are you going to continue to fuck her before I can get footage or are you going to come in and sign the papers so you can actually get paid while you're doing what you're doing in your truck in my parking lot."

  "Fuck. We'll be there in a second." She tightens her pussy around my dick. I grunt accidentally. "As soon as I can get free."

  "Shut it down, Maverick. My patience has run out and because of the security camera aimed at the perfect angle to see in your windshield I'm now sexually frustrated with no way to fix it since my day just started. Get your ass in here," he shouts in an aggravated tone, then disconnects the call.

  I slap her ass. She yelps. "Our time is up, beautiful. Boss man is pissed and second go around I will go longer before finale. Rain check until later?"

  She lifts off of me so slowly that I actually moan out when my cock exits her. "Okay," she says with a pleased expression on her face and climbs back over the console with her arm spread over her boobs to cover her nipples until she can get her bra and shirt back on.

  She sinks down into the seat as she hooks her bra at her front and slides it around, adjusting it in place. When her shirt is being pulled down her stomach and she begins pulling her long hair out of the collar I let the other statement go. "By the way...you obviously just had your first performance in front of an audience. See that wasn't so bad."

  Her eyes enlarge and she pulls her denim skirt down to cover her ass and smooth front. "What do you mean?"

  I remove the condom and tie it at the center, before placing it in the small trash bag I keep in my truck. "Obviously we're right in front of the security camera." My lips line, because I just now actually remembered where the cameras are located. I was distracted before. "Who knew…"

  I laugh. I couldn't keep it in. Her face is
priceless. She reaches over and slaps the top of my arm as I grab her torn panties and clean off my dick, before pulling my jeans back in place. "Asshole. You could have warned me."

  "It's not my fault I was distracted. You ask me to fuck you and my brain goes into ADD mode. It's like someone trying to have a serious conversation with you and then you go, oh look...squirrel! Well, your pussy is the squirrel."

  She laughs, but it's more of a sarcastic one. "Okay then, ADD, what am I supposed to do for underwear now?"

  I shrug my shoulders and open the door, stepping out of the truck. "Sit there with your legs crossed and remember why it is that you are going commando right now; a beautiful reminder of why you need to sign that line."

  She sighs. "If I wasn't living this I don't think I'd even believe it."

  I meet her at the front of the truck and wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into the crook of my arm. "Believe it, beautiful." I press my lips close to her ear. "Because when I'm touching you, my goal is to make you forget about cameras."

  It's the truth. I don't give a damn about filming. What I want is to be locked away with her for a month. The real fun is about to begin...

  After getting through the receptionist we stand at the door, waiting for the person on the other side to answer it. Every time we come to a halt my legs cross. I cannot believe I'm not wearing panties with a skirt. It's really awkward. I'm not sure I've ever gone without panties to be honest. This would be my luck; that and the one time I make a bold move it's in front of a camera. That's just awesome. Not.

  I look over at Saxton as the feet on the other side shuffle across the floor. He has a broad smirk across his face. He seems a little too relaxed for a business meeting.

  The door jerks open, causing me to look forward. The same man from the club is standing on the other side, wearing a button-down shirt and a pair of slacks, his tie loosened as if he's been tugging at it, with no jacket. His brown hair is sticking straight out in the front like he's been pulling at it with his fingers. "Saxton," he says clipped. "I'm glad you finally decided to come inside."