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“Nice. I think we can make that happen. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll put a tight lamp where your face will be…” He went on about the details, but I only understood a tenth of the technical terms. I watched as he worked, his body shining, his cock flopping. I was mesmerized by his cock – I remember that – studying it moving, how his balls flapped, the way his sack was sewn together with a raised seam, his black pubic hairs, bushing around the whole package. “…the thing. Do you think you can manage that?”
I looked up at him, obviously lost.
He laughed. “Where did I lose you?”
I shrugged. “Something about a spot on my ass?” I laughed.
“You’re a spot on my ass. We’ll need to do three carefully configured shots: the entrance and crawl to here,” he pointed to a spot just behind where my hands were planted, “the second part of the crawl to here,” a point about six inches in front of me where his cock would be, “and then the final with you mounting me. I assume you want a clear shot of your pussy being penetrated for the first time, yeah?”
I blushed a little at how naked it made me feel, and how turned on I was at the crudity of the remark. I nodded, backing up a little to test out how it would go.
He started the camera and motioned for me to begin. He stopped me, adjusting the light, checking with the meter against my skin, and started me again. Over and over until he felt he got what I was looking for. He marked the sheet and invited me to come and look.
I was disappointed. “Hmmm,” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but it wasn’t right. “There’s no way to make it more contrasty? You can see my breasts and even my bush there. I really want that to be almost black. No?”
He paused. “Yeah, okay. Let’s try it that way so you can see what it’ll look like. No guarantee we can get it full contrast, but we could post-process it. Just depends on how much work you want to do.”
I returned to the bed, aligning my fingers and knees and crawled forward again. He adjusted the lights, I could feel the sweat oozing off my back from the extra heat, my belly and breasts actually started to feel cool. He gestured for me to start over – I tried to not look up into the camera, focusing on where his cock would be.
“Sorry, one more time.” I felt like a puppet – almost more than when he had fucked my throat – just moving at his bidding; I tried to shake off the feeling.
“Okay, camera’s rolling – go ahead and back up, I’ll position myself on the bed. Crawl forward just a little further than you’ve been doing.” He laid down on the bed, his feet coming almost to the side where my knees were. I realized I would have to widen my hands and knees to crawl over him.
“Okay. Hold that.” He stopped the camera and then gestured me forward to where I would eventually be straddling his cock. I sat up on my knees, imagining the tip of his penis just resting against my pussy lips and that I was moments away from doing this thing…and capturing it on camera. My head swirled a little; I took a deep breath. “Okay, I think we’ve got that. Let’s see what it looks like for real.”
He repositioned himself on the bed, I moved back to the second starting point and crawled over his legs, his cock limp and waiting, my pussy brushing up against it. I shivered again.
“Okay. I think the blocking is good. The final part is going to be really tricky.” He brought his hands up to brush against my ribs, his thumbs playing with my nipples. I giggled.
“We can’t do this thing until I’m hard, and we’ll only have one opportunity to capture the transition between this position and when you mount me.”
I looked down to see his cock begin to shift along his leg, extending slightly and rolling over. I bent down to give it a kiss, the smell of his dried cum wrinkling my nose. I didn’t stop to think, but began to lick it like a lollipop, long strokes of my tongue like the cum-slut he had told me I was. I moaned at my own debasing humiliation, my cock-hole loosening at the idea of how much I’d changed in just a couple of hours.
My attention to his member was starting to make a difference: it was pointing up to his pubic hair even though it was still too soft to enter me. My mouth moved down to his sac, taking his balls onto my tongue and sucking them in, one by one. That got a moan and I redoubled my efforts.
“Stop…ssstopp.” His hands came down to my head, holding me. “It’s fantastic, but too intense. I might cum without getting hard. Hold on.” He pushed me up and away, his face a mixture of desire and pain.
“I’m going to need some inspiration,” he said, lightly stroking my breasts. “Something to get me rock hard. This is usually the job of the fluffer, but I’ve never had the cash to afford one.”
I had no idea what he was referring to, but I could imagine. He was looking around, his cock dangling off to the side, his fingers fooling around with my nipples. “I wonder if…”
Before he could Bahçelievler escort finish, there was a knock at the door. Loud and in a funny pattern. I don’t remember it, but I remember it wasn’t a typical knock.
He looked up in surprise, and gently pushed me off his legs. “Hold on a sec.” He rolled off the bed and opened the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.” He closed the door behind him.
I knelt on the bed, not knowing whether I should shift positions or wait until he got back. I was thirsty and getting hot – the lamps and the pot joining forces. I reached my limit about a minute after he left – muffled voices and a high pealed laughter coming from the living room suggested he wasn’t coming back real soon.
I needed to get out of the room and get a drink of water. I opened drawers to see if there was anything I could throw on. Amidst the strange assortment of stuff Tim had squirreled away in the bureau was a bunch of men’s t-shirts, XL. I picked one up and smelled it – freshly laundered. At least he was consistent.
I slipped it over my head, feeling the sweat soak into it immediately and quietly opened the door.
Tim was sitting in the living room, a pair of shorts the only thing between him and the most beautiful black woman I’d ever seen. She was standing in the light of the sliding glass doors, tall, beautiful figure and amazing eyes. Even from across the room I noticed her eyes.
“And who is this?” She had seen me the moment I opened the door.
“Julie! Excellent, come out and meet Llewella. Llewella, meet Julie. She’s fucking fantastic!”
I slipped out of the bedroom as if that would somehow hide whatever it was Llewella thought we were doing in there.
“You’re doing a shoot, Tim! You should have told me! I could have come back.”
“No fuckin’ way, Llew – you don’t come around that often and…holy shit.” I looked at him on the couch wondering if he’d bitten his cheek or twisted his ankle. “Llew. Shit. Yes, we are doing a shoot – Julie is going to let me pop her cherry and we’re taping it.”
I turned beet red and almost ran to hit him. “Tim! No!”
Llewella just stared and started to laugh. “Oh shit, boy, I’ve got to get in on that action. Yes! You’ve got to let me in!”
“Absolutely! That’s what I was thinking…”
“No! Tim! No! I’m leaving. No way.” I was panicking, looking for my shorts and bag.
“And she’s shy? Too rich, Tim! Too rich. Definitely. Tell me what the scene is.”
“Julie! What are you saying? What are you saying?”
I could barely hear him through my embarrassment and shame. This was supposed to be between him and me. Not some black bitch who just dropped by. “What the fuck, Tim? What the fuck?” I was trying to figure out how to get to my shorts stuck just next to where she was standing.
“Hold it, Jules! Hold on. Settle down. Wait a sec.” He had jumped up and came over to me, his hands on my shoulders, firm but not hurting. “Llew could help us out. She’s a fantastic camera-woman. She’s got a great eye. You’ve got to be kidding! Here you’re willing to lose it for a thousand guys stroking themselves, but you can’t let a beautiful, sexy black woman tape the scene for us? Whassup with that?”
I was struggling not to cry, the tears building in my eyes as I looked anywhere but at his face. Llewella was staring at us, not making a sound. I wasn’t sure if I’d be angrier if she came to my defense or ridiculed me.
I didn’t protest when he led me to the couch, self-conscious of the hem of the t-shirt just barely covering my ass and pussy. At least from this position I wouldn’t have to look at her.
“Seriously?” He asked quietly.
I sniffled, struggling to ignore her. My head was a battleground: one side screaming to get the hell out of there and come to my senses, the other, equally loudly laughing at how stupid I was behaving. Everything was a mixed-up mess, not made any clearer by a head full of pot. “I need another drink,” I whispered, not at all sure that was such a great idea.
“Llew – we’ve been having Sunrises – would it be too much to ask to make up a few?”
I didn’t look up, my fingers playing with the hem of the t-shirt. I needed to breathe. I laid my head on the back of the couch and focused on bringing air into my lungs. Tim left me alone, his attention on something else. What was I freaking out about? I had decided to video my own 1st time, with the intention of showing it to the entire planet, and now, just because someone other than Tim was in the room I was freaking out? I heard the small voice pleading to get out of there. You just want to have Tim make love to you, it’s not about the video, it’s about him. She’ll ruin the moment.
That was it. I focused on that thread, ignoring the aroma of a freshly lit joint and focused on the idea I was doing this for some other reason. NO! The battle continued. This is my future! I saw it. I know what I need to do! Tim is my Bahçelievler escort bayan ticket onto that train. And the original vision of what I had intended for tonight came rushing back, clearing away any confusion.
I focused on that thought: to milk as much out of Tim as I could for the cost of my hymen, and if it went on longer than that, so be it. Just as long as I got equal value for whatever I was giving up. I couldn’t imagine what else I could offer him in exchange for sucking every scrap of knowledge he had out of his head – the notion of sucking every last drop out of his little head came to mind, but I couldn’t imagine that would be enough.
I took the joint from Tim, a signal I was ready to accept the new reality.
“Are you okay?” I felt his expression was not so much concern for me as for his own plans.
The thought struck me he had his own agendas going on. I held the smoke and studied his eyes. Not stupid. A little ignorant, maybe, but mostly just uneducated. But crafty. A rapid flickering of scenes from the past week flashed in my head – very crafty. He had easily manipulated me into this situation without having to ask twice. The times he did come off as whiny I had ignored or blatantly refused. Even those could have been staged, the more I focused on them. The smoke was taking over again and I could feel the tingling in my spine and the wetness between my legs.
I shivered again as the body rush hit me.
“I’m fine.” I said, a little angry, but at whom I wasn’t certain. “I’m fucking fantastic.” Before I could stop myself, I peeled off the t-shirt and threw it across the room. “I’ll take that drink whenever it’s ready.” This last loud enough for Llewella to hear.
“Be there in a min. Everything okay in there?”
“Fuckin’ peachy,” I muttered.
Tim looked over at me, smiling and surprised. His cock twitched behind the fabric of his shorts.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” I nudged my chin in his direction.
Handing me the joint he peeled his shorts off, his cock beginning to thicken.
“Whoa! I must have missed something” Llewella came in with a tray of Sunrises, her eyes moving between the two of us.
I stood up to help. My mother raised me right. Taking the tray, I set it down and turned holding out my hand. I had no idea where this was coming from, I just went with it. “I don’t believe we were properly introduced before. My name is Julie Johannssen.”
“Llewella Washington, but please, call me Lew.” She was trying not to laugh, covering her mouth and looking between the two of us. “I got a sense I interrupted a serious piece.” She let her eyes trail down my body, stopping at my bush.
I got it and burst out laughing. Whether it was nerves or her face, or whatever it was, I couldn’t stop, like I was in church or something, tears squeezing from my eyes, my stomach cramping. I caught my breath and stole a glance at Tim who looked more confused than ever, and Lew and I started laughing all over again.
“Stop…” wheezing, “…stop, please…stop…shit…shit…shit…oh god I can’t take it.” I fell onto the couch, pulling my knees up to my breasts to stop the cramping and realized I was exposing myself completely to this woman. I didn’t care at this point. I had realized she was going to bear witness to my becoming a new woman the moment I peeled the t-shirt off. So she saw my bone polisher. I had a feeling it wasn’t her first.
Lew was just getting herself under control, tears streaming down her face, her finger pointing at the two of us, shaking her head.
It was over finally, and I felt I could control myself enough to take a long drink. Half way through the swallow I realized she had made them far stronger than Tim had done. Fuck it, I remember saying, throwing whatever caution remained to the wind.
Tim looked at the two of us – me to his left, Lew still standing off to his right. “Are you two done now? What the hell was that all about?”
His cock had shrunk again and he leaned forward to grab his glass.
Lew sat down on his left, her hand resting on his thigh. “So…you said it was cool. Is it cool?”
I looked over at him, wondering exactly when he had suggested it would be cool.
“Yeah. It’s cool. It’s cool, Jules, yeah?”
I raised my eyebrows, annoyed and didn’t bother to answer. Apparently it was cool no matter what I thought. I took another swig, wincing at the tequila. Nobody said anything for what seemed like a minute, the joint passing to me.
“So, Lew,” I said, my breath holding onto the smoke, “Tim tells me you’re a camerawoman.” I almost said it without laughing but lost it, and the smoke, at the end.
She smiled taking a drink. “Tim and I go back aways, don’t we sweety?” She paused, significantly. “You want to tell her or should I?”
Tim was only a couple of years older than my brother, I had figured, although I’d never bothered to ask. Maybe Escort bahçelievler 23, 24. How far back could they go? Lew only looked about 21 herself, but she could be working hard to keep that youth. I blinked and looked again. “Well don’t leave me sitting here in suspense…one of you out with whatever it is.” I took the roach and ate it with a swallow from the drink. Fuck ’em.
“Oh, Tim here is a real charmer,” she started, running her fingernails up his thigh. “We met at a party in high school. At least, I was in high school.”
I saw him get a little uncomfortable, but about what I couldn’t tell – the story? Her finger? The fact he might be getting aroused by whatever she was doing? No. Not that. He didn’t give a shit who saw him in what condition. He’d proven that to me in spades.
“Tell your new girl how we met, honey…” Her finger rested on his sac, pushing at his balls. I wasn’t sure where to look: her face, her finger, his cock, his face. My eyes kept darting until I had to close them, the pot slamming into my sockets putting them out of focus.
“Shit, Lew. Don’t.”
I’d never seen him cowed before, the tone was completely different from anything I’d heard. My eyes shot open to see what she was doing. Apparently it wasn’t her finger he was protesting – it was just playing with his balls, starting to get a rise out of him. What was she going to say?
“You 18?” She looked at me. I nodded. “That’s good. Sometimes he’s not too careful.”
He winced and let out a muffled gasp. I looked down and saw she had his sac pinched between her hands, the two balls hanging down, the skin stretched. “You gonna tell her, or am I?”
He shrugged as if to say he didn’t give a shit, rolling another J.
She let his package drop, forcing another grunt from him. “Tim ran a photo studio over on 45th and Marshall. He would advertise in the student newspaper, the programs for the high school play. He’d always buy an ad for whatever fundraiser was going on. Didn’t you sweetie?” She leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth, her hand lightly stroking his cock.
“One night, a bunch of us got a stupid idea in our head we’d get special pictures taken. Nothing racy or X-rated or anything. Just dress-up. A little slutty, but no skin. At least, I hadn’t figured we’d be going that way. It was a week before prom and some of us thought getting shots in our dresses would be fly. Ummm hmmm.” She stopped and took a drink.
“Yeah. Well, that didn’t work out quite the way I expected. See, turns out, ol’ Tim-boy here got a thing for me. Suggested maybe I could do better than just have a picture of me in my red gown. All honey-sugar this and you’re-model-material-that.” He winced as she grabbed his cock more tightly.
“You can see where this is heading, yeah? You’re not stupid. So, the problem was, Tim wasn’t too with it back then. Didn’t ask for my ID like the pro he is today. You only make that mistake once, I guess. Statutory rape has a six year statute of limitations in this state, even though they say age of consent is 16. ‘cept, for what he did, 17 is still too young.”
I was completely confused by what was going on. She was stroking him, hard, smiling the entire time she was telling this awful story, and I couldn’t figure out what he was getting off on. But he was definitely getting off on whatever it was. I stared at her until she looked at me. “What did he do?” My voice was barely a croak.
She laughed, pulling a small protest from him with her hand. “I’m just fuckin’ with you,” she looked me in the face and I got a little frightened. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, the pot filling in all sorts of blanks that weren’t really there. “Tim loves a good story, don’t you know.”
I looked down and saw he had gotten rock hard, her palm resting lightly on the bottom of his shaft, the head getting swollen.
“Don’t?” I said quietly. “He’s cum twice already in the past hour – we need him to stay hard.”
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “You are fucking precious! Where did you find this one, Tim?” She kissed him again and sat back. “You need him to be hard? I can definitely help you with that. Oh yeah. Watch and learn tonight, Jules. Free of charge. But, shit, this party isn’t about me, is it? What’s the scene?”
By now the tequila had wrapped itself so tightly around my brain I wasn’t sure I could say anything. I tried to talk and found my tongue was too thick for my mouth. I just waived my hands, shook my head and sat back, letting Tim take over.
“Lew, Jules’ a natural. Now don’t get smart with me, I’m serious. We’ll show you her first takes earlier tonight. Mind-fucking-blowing. But, yeah, it’s her first time and she wants to capture it and fuck if she didn’t come up with a fantastic idea…whadyou call it?”
“Portrait in Contrasts,” I could barely get it out. He was talking faster than I’d ever heard him. Something about Lew made him really nervous and it was starting to infect me. I could feel my heart start to race.
“Yeah, ‘Portrait in Contrasts’ fuckin’ great idea. But the problem is it requires three setups and I think it would be a lot better if we had a camera operator. Otherwise it’ll be just too goddamn much work and I don’t think I can pull it off.”
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