Making the Scene by Couture email: couture_writes@hotmail.com (Ff, humil, etc.) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** You know how some women make excuses about being strong-willed and misunderstood. Not me, I'm one hundred percent bitch. If anything, I get upset when people mistake me for only being strong-willed. Much like my co-worker Paula. Paula thought she could get away with fucking with me, but she found out what happens the hard way. You see, Paula works with me at our local Ace hardware store in Wilson, North Carolina and she happens to be a lesbian. I feel sorry for her just a little bit, because this hick city lies right in the buckle of the Bible belt. I believe there are like five lesbians in town and poor Paula is the odd one out. But, I could care less about her social life. Hell, she's heard me tell her enough stories about my past to know that I'm a bitch. She sure as hell should have known that if I wanted to go out with her *I* would have asked *her*. Instead, she asked me if I ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman? Please. . . In a bad year I've probably fucked more women than Paula has in her life, but I didn't tell her that. I told her, "I love guys and fat dicks, not lonely lesbian chicks." What possessed me to say it, I have no idea. Paula blushed. It made me all tingly inside. From that moment on, I turned the heat up on lonely little Paula. I touched her arms and thighs, whispered in her ear, complimented her, did that cute thing where I put my hair behind my ear when I'm talking to her. When she was in the back putting up stock, I would always find an excuse to slide by her, pressing my pelvis to her ass as I did so. She was so easy, she was like putty in my hands. Soon, she was doing all my work for me. "Liz, do you need some more bags? I'm heading in the back." "Thank you Paula." I patted her ass. "Hurry along, you know how I don't like being alone up here." She practically ran down the aisle. When she returned, her nipples were all bumply. As much fun as this was, I was getting pretty bored with the whole situation. That day, while we were in the breakroom, I made my move and cast out a line. "God, my feet hurt something awful." You should have seen Paula's face light up. "I give very good feet massages, so I'm told." "Do me." I kicked off my pumps and placed my feet in her lap. She really worked my feet. They actually were a tad sore and her hands felt great. "Mmmmm," I moaned. "That's wonderful." It was time to show her the bait. I closed my eyes and gave my best impression of sexual satisfaction. She was probably creaming in her panties. Then I gave her something to really cream about. With my eyes still closed, I purred in my throat, allowing my legs to fall open. I didn't even have to look at her to know she was eating it up. She moved my foot up and I could feel my skirt slide up further. I'm sure the little bitch was making a mental topography map of my panty covered cunt. I wondered if my dampness was showing. God, the massage, the teasing, the sport of seduction, made my body alive with pleasure. It was almost a shame to end it. I snapped my eyes open, catching her fixated stare on my cunt. "What do you think you are doing?" She blushed, looking up, but refusing to meet my eyes. "Nothing." "You were staring at my cunt, weren't you?" She let go of my foot, crumpled up the discarded wrapper from her Snicker bar, and rushed to stand up, but I kept her pinned down with my foot. "Did I say stop?" "N-n-no." Poor Paula's eyes widened like a man's at a Nascar race. She massaged my foot again, this time careful to look at my face or my foot, and keeping my legs together so that my panties weren't exposed. "Mmmmm, that feels good Paula. Yes, you give good foot." "Thanks . . ." she hesitated, went to speak and then thought the better of it. Finally, she screwed up the courage to murmur it out. "I-I give good other things as well." I smiled and licked my lips. "Oh my . . . directness. I like that Paula. I have no use for liars and sneaks." I reached down, grabbed hold of the hem of my skirt, and slid it up my thighs, until my peach panties were exposed again. "Tell me Paula, exactly what other good things do you give *as well*?" Her face burned bright red. She cast her eyes down to the floor, clearing her throat before she spoke. "I give good tongue." "Are you sure Paula? You're seem too afraid to even look at me, much less lick me. Maybe I should just find the woman your girlfriend left you for. I bet she *really* gives good tongue." I adjusted my panties, so the cleft of my sex was visible. Her eyes bored into my pussy. Ha-ha, her mouth was almost watering. "I could please you. I swear I could." "But Paula, you seem so fixated on my pussy. What if my breasts got jealous of all the good tongue my pussy was getting?" "I would lick them too." "What about my ass? What if my ass was jealous?" "I love all of you, Stacey . . . even your ass." God, she was pathetic. What a doormat. Disgusted, I jerked my legs down and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of my skirt. "Sounds like fun. Too bad I'm not a dyke." Tears welled in the poor things eyes. I tried to resist, but couldn't. "You are such a crybaby. Follow me," I said. She sniffed and wiped away her tears. "What?" "Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and settle this once and for all." The look of shock on her face sent shivers down my spine. The little puppy dog trailed me all the way to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind us and moved to hug me. "Get off me." I pushed her away, once again bringing tears of hurt to her eyes. What a whiny bitch. "Look," I said. "I told you I'm not into that shit. At least, I don't think I am, since I've never found myself attracted to another woman." Wow, how I said that with a straight face, without being struck by lightning, was fucking incredible. "I-I-I'm sorry. I just thought-" she stammered. "Relax Paula, I'm not going to report you for sexual harassment." I stroked her arm and her hair, comforting her. "I think what you are doing is a very bad idea. I'm quite happy with my sexual orientation. But, if you want to try it, I'll give it a fair shot. Show me what you've got, so I can see once and for all if I'm attracted to you." "W-what? You mean?" Her eyes hopeful once again. "Yes, show me the goods. Let me see what you have to offer." She fumbled with the top button on her blouse. "You mean?" "Did I stutter? Show me the merchandise." She began to undress. Looking down the whole time and in general, boring the ever-lovin shit out of me. I turned toward the door. "Never mind. I know I don't need a prude, man or woman. I can see why your last girlfriend left you." "Stacey . . . wait." I turned back around and watched her strip. Okay, she wasn't very good at it, but she tried. Oh, how she tried. She did her best strip tease and rubbed her hands up and down her body. She even dipped a finger into her sex and licked it off. She showed me her ass, her nipples, the inside of her sex. She even masturbated in front of me, after a little encouragement of course. Prissy Paula was so embarrassed at first, but she was into it now and rapidly approaching orgasm. I winced. "Sorry Paula . . . not doing anything for me." The little car that was humming along so nicely toward its final destination, coughed and then sputtered. Naked, horny, and with fingers embedded in pussy, Paula realized how stupid she must look in front of her coworker. She spun around, squatting on the floor, as she fumbled with her clothes. Paula left early that day and she called in sick the next day as well. That afternoon, I decided to give her a call. I got her machine instead. "This is Paula, leave a message at the beep," it said. "Pick up the phone Paula, I know you're there. Goddamn it Paula, pick up the fucking phone right now." "Hello?" "About time. What kind of shit are you trying to pull? Why aren't you at work?" After a long pause, she came up with a lie. "I'm feeling sick. I think I have a stomach virus." "Bullshit. Get your ass to work . . . today. I'm not working here by myself. I'll fucking quit and it'll be goodbye Stacey. Do you understand me?" "Ah, yes." "Then you're coming to work?" "Yes." And she did. She was quiet and avoided me, but she was back and doing most of the work again. Thank God, I really don't think I could have stood being busy for another day. After work, we went to her car for a little girl talk. "I'm glad you came to work today Paula. There was something I needed to tell you. I've missed having you around." "I missed you too, Stacey." Paula was doing a good job at remaining in control. I was going to have to do something about that. I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. They reeked of sex. I held them close to Paula's face. "Is this what you want?" She resisted at first, turning her face to the side. She made a show of fighting me, but in the end she pressed her face into the fabric, inhaling deeply. "They smell good don't they?" "Yes," she admitted. "I was wearing them last night, while I was watching a video. It had the hottest chick on there sucking a big fat cock. She kind of reminded me of you. Mmmmmm, I came and came." I spread my legs so she could see my wet sex and thickly swollen lips. "See what she did to me?" Paula bent as if to sample the goods, but I placed my hand on her forehead and prevented her. "Naughty naughty slut Paula." I slipped a finger into my moist folds and pressed it into her eager mouth. "If you want some of that, then you have to give me some of what I want." "What - what do you want?" she asked after I pulled my finger from her lips. "I'm tired of watching videos. I want to watch the real thing." I stuck two fingers in my cunt and then slid them into her welcoming mouth. I fucked them in and out. "I want to watch *you* . . . suck a dick. A real dick. The kind with large hairy balls that shoot cum." "I can't do that." She started to tear up again. God, the poor bitch must have a helluva plumbing system to be able to cry so much. "Too bad." I opened the car door and got out. "Oh well, I guess I'll just go home and watch a video. Keep the panties if you want them, just bring me a new pair to replace them." The next day, I asked her if she changed her mind and she said no, but she did bring me a pair of new panties. They were very nice - much nicer than the pair I had on. "These are nice. Do you want to watch me put them on?" She hesitated then nodded her head. "Be a dear and grab my purse and follow me to the bathroom." I took off my skirt and panties. I made a big show, teasing her relentlessly, as I put them on. "I brought you something too. Look in the purse." Inside was a video and large realistic dildo. She looked confused and hopeful at the same time. "For you silly. In case you decide to change you mind." "I can't." "Sure you can. I brought the fake cock out then pulled my panties aside. It was big and a tight fit, but soon it was embedded, balls pressing firmly against my clit. I pulled the shiny wet phallus free and placed it on the lid of the toilet. "Go on. Give it a try." "No." She didn't say it firmly, but like a petulant girl who knew she was going to have to do it anyway. I guided her down to her knees and met little resistance. "Come on . . . look how shiny and wet I made it. Don't you want to taste it?" I said, moving her hair to the side. She stuck out a tentative tongue and touched it to the rubber phallus. While she was occupied with this, I took out a video camera and filmed her as she ran her tongue up the shiny surface. I stuck my hand down my panties and pressed my digit into my delicate folds. "Paula, look at me." She saw the camera and panicked. She curled up, hiding her pretty face from view. "Put it away." My fingers sped at her humiliation. "Ugh-I thought this was what you wanted Paula. I thought you wanted to turn me on. I thought you loved me. Give me this Paula. Oh God, do it for me baby, so I can watch you tonight when I cum." She looked at me and her eyes centered on my busy fingers. She licked her lips with lust, trying her best to catch my eyes. I watched her out of my peripheral vision, but my eyes were centered on the large flesh colored dildo. If she wanted my attention, she was going to have to do it through that. She turned around, took it in her hand, and brought her face close before pausing. "That's my bad girl. Do it for me baby." She did it too. She was inexperienced and hesitant at first, but she got into it with my encouragement. Soon, the little slut was kneeling on the bathroom floor while bobbing her head up and down the thick phallus, like a twenty dollar whore at a Shriner's convention. I felt my climax rising inside me. "Suck that dick. Suck if for me you little cocksucker. Ugh, I'm cumming baby . . . squeeze those balls . . . squeeze them as hard as you can." Little did she know, I filled the balls with Astroglide and a little milk for color the night before. Her eyes widened with shock when the fake cum spurt into her mouth and some dribbled down her lips. "Don't you dare swallow it, you cock hungry bitch." Ha-ha, from the look on her poor face, she had no intention of swallowing it anyway. "Let me have a taste." I teased her mouth open with my tongue. It was our first kiss, and she would remember it from now on, always thinking of her mouthful of cum. "Keep your mouth open so I can get a shot of it." Blushing furiously and trembling, she opened her mouth for me. I filmed what appeared to be her with a large mouthful of cum, with some dribbling down her chin. It was perfect. "Okay, you can swallow now." She did and I kissed her passionately as a reward. "God, that was so fucking hot Paula. Thank you." She wanted more, but I pulled away from her, slid my skirt back on, and placed the camcorder back in my purse. Paula was still kneeling on the floor stupidly, as I blew her a kiss and opened the door. "Stacey, wait . . . what about these," she said, nodding her head toward the tape and dildo. "Keep them in case you change your mind." I close my eyes and licked my lips, caressing my breasts and sex through my clothes. "And Paula . . . I do hope you decide to change your mind." I closed the door and left her kneeling there. Fifteen minutes later she came to the front of the store, blushing furiously, and bearing a large bundle of paper towels. She must have masturbated after I left. "I meant, what did you expect me to do with these things after you took your purse?" "Sorry," I giggled. Soon, we were both laughing hysterically. **************************** Afterwards, I never mentioned the blowjob again. I did turn up the heat though, coming up behind her and pushing against her with my pelvis - dry humping her. "Stop it Stacey, someone will see." "Have you been practicing?" "Go to hell." "You've got me so hot, I wouldn't know the difference." I play fucked her some more right there at the front counter. Luckily, it was a slow day. "I wish I had a real cock to fuck you with." "Stop it Stacey . . . I mean it." "You're bigger than me Paula. You could stop me anytime you want to slut." I stopped, and playfully spanked her ass. In my own time, I would continue, but anymore and we would likely get caught and then fired. I'm a bitch, but I'm not stupid. I flirted with her the rest of the day. I even told her I saved her the panties I had worn while I masturbated to her video. They were coated. I had cum three times the night before, masturbating while watching the video. "I put them in my purse; you can have them if you want. Take them any time today. I don't mind." "I don't want them. You're being mean - and a bitch." "It's my nature." Sure enough, by five o'clock, the panties in my purse were gone. The rest of the week continued on the much the same, but on Friday I was bored with the game and decided to up the stakes. "I want my video back." I said. "And my toy." "What about the other video? The one you have of me." I reached in my purse and tossed it at her. It clattered to the counter. She snatched it up quickly, to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. "There, I'm done with it anyway. I'm bored with it now." The truth was; I had a copy at home. It was too good to give up, but I wanted other videos. I wanted a sequel. Her eyes welled with tears. On one hand she wanted the video back, but on the other, she liked the fact that I was watching it and masturbating to it. In some vicarious way, I was loving her by having it and rejecting her by giving it back. She barely said a word the whole day. Only to tell the customers their sales total and a mechanical "Thank you for shopping at Ace." At the end of the day, while we were closing the cash registers, she murmured. "I'll do it." "Do what?" "You know. What you want me to do." "I don't want you to do anything. I only told you what I like. It's up to you to figure out what you want to do." I know, I was making things very difficult for her, but it had to be done. "Please Stacey. I-I want to do it. I want to do it for you." "Do what?" "S-suck. Come on Stace, do I have to say it?" "Yes." "Cock-suck cock. There I said it. I want to suck cock and I want you to watch me. I want to turn you on." "Have you been practicing? Like the girl on the video?" "Huh? What?" "Practicing. You know. Licking the balls, pumping the shaft, spanking it on your tongue, gagging on it . . . the works." She blushed furiously and her eyes darted from side to side. She shrugged her shoulders, but she had already told me the answer. "Okay, I'll set it up, but don't you embarrass me." She was about to burst to tell me something and finally managed to get it out. "Stace . . .who with?" "Does it matter?" "Ah, I guess not . . .as long as he is clean." "Come on Paula, you know me better than that. Don't you? Don't you?" She finally nodded her head. "That's my girl. This is going to be so much fun. You'll see. I'll pick you up tonight at eight." ********************* I showed up at seven, carrying a large bag of goodies. She showed up at the door with wet hair and a shocked look on her face. "It's not eight yet," she said through the screen. "I know. I thought I might keep you company in case you were nervous." "Thanks." She opened the door to let me in. "I *am* a little scared." "Don't be." I rubbed her satin robe between my fingers, undoing the belt. "I'm going to make sure everything goes as smooth as silk." I gave her a cat whistle at seeing her naked body, but frowned when my eyes came to rest on her hairy bush. "That's gotta go." "What?" "That bush. Did the girl in the video have a hairy bush?" "No-but-" "No buts." I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I put the lid down on the toilet. "Have a seat. I think you'll like this part." She did and I rummaged around in my bag and brought at the items I needed: scissors, shaving cream, lotion, and a razor. I knelt in front of her, spread her legs wide, and began to work. I couldn't tell if it was from humiliation or arousal, but red flush had traveled from her face down past her breasts. I soothed her while I trimmed her pubes and shaved the remainder smooth. "Oh Paula, you are going to look so pretty tonight when I'm through with you. No more uptight plain Paula wearing jeans and a bad haircut. Uh-huh. Now you're going to be pretty Paula . . . porn star Paula . . .slut Paula with a shaved cunt, high heels, and a tight dress. God, you are going to be so awesome when I'm through with you." In one hour, I took Paula through Stacey's body shop. I dyed her hair, made up her face, dressed her up in the tightest, sluttiest clothes I owned and I do own some of the best and on Paula they were even tighter. I even gave her a pair of large fake eyebrows and I teased and spiked her newly brown with platinum streaked hair. No panties or bra of course. She blushed looking at the results in the mirror, standing there with her mouth agape in stunned silence. I stood behind her running smoothing the fabric of the tight dress over her curves. "Oh that look is perfect Paula, you must remember to use it later tonight." Paula complained all the way to my house. "Please Stacey, I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I can't even walk. Can I at least wear some real shoes?" Blah Blah Blah. I pulled the car over. "Get out," I demanded. "What?" "Either shut up or get out. I bet my other guest will be glad to spend some time with me." "Please Paula, don't make me get out. I'm sorry for complaining . . . it's just that these clothes - the way I look. I don't like them." Bitch. I wrestled with her. I knew she was stronger, but in the end she sat in the passenger seat panting, legs spread wide and breasts exposed. "Goddamn liar, look at you." I pointed the obvious state of her arousal. "You're lovin' this shit so sit back and act like it bitch." She blushed deeply, lifted the top of her dress to cover her exposed breasts. She started to close her legs. "Leave them open." "What?" "I said leave them open. Next time you get uppity, just look down." "Please, I won't be uppity. Oh God, what if someone sees?" I ignored her. She pouted and steamed, but obeyed perfectly. As a matter of fact, she was even more aroused by the time we pulled into my driveway. We got out of my car and went inside. We both had a drink while we waited. She looked like she needed one. After about fifteen minutes the doorbell rand, startling Paula and causing her to spill some of her drink. "I'll get that." I got up and answered the door. Outside, Jim stood with his hands in his pockets shifting uneasily from side to side. "Come on in Jim. We've been expecting you." "We?" "Yes, we." "I thought you said that. . ." Jim threw a helpless look at Paula. "You know." "What did I say, Jim?" "You said to come to your house and you would-" He blushed profusely almost unable to continue. How precious. "Would what? Do I have to pull it out of you?" "Give me a blowjob" "No, Jim. I said you would get a blowjob, but I won't be giving it though. My friend will." I let him inside and pointed to Paula, who sat there eyes wide and face a ghastly white, her poor eyes looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Wow," Jim said in awe, which quickly turned to disbelief as he recognized her. "P-P-Paula?" "Stacey, I can't believe you would-would-he-he works with me!" she stammered indignantly. I walked over behind Paula and rubbed her shoulders to sooth her. "Come on Paula, he isn't going to tell anyone. Are you Jim? No, he isn't going to blow his chance at losing his virginity." "I-I-I am not a virgin," stammered Jim. "Give me a fucking break. Have a seat, will you? You're making me nervous." Jim sat down. I went over and turned on some music. I returned with my video camera. "Okay, let's do this." Jim freaked at the sight of my camera. "You didn't say nothin' about no camera." "No, but I didn't *not* say there was going to be a camera either. Look, I'm going to tape this and I'm going to watch it later, but I'm not going to share it with anyone else." I turned the camera on and mounted it on the tripod and faced it at him. "Now, you have a decision to make. Stay and get a guaranteed blowjob or leave. It's up to you." Jim struggled mentally, but it didn't take him long to come to a decision. "I guess I'll stay." "Stacey," Denise muttered timidly. "I need to talk to you privately." I groaned in frustration. Doesn't anyone in this town like sex, but me? "Not you too Paula. Look, leave if you want to. I'm sure Jim would love to keep me company." "Please," Paula whispered, beckoning me with a crooked finger. I bent down so we could talk privately. "Stacey, w-what do I do first?" I forgot that the video I gave her to watch went straight to the action. "Just get up and give him a little dance like you did for me in the bathroom. This time just remove your dress, keep on your heels and stockings." She was embarrassed of course, but she got up and moved her body to the music. She couldn't keep up with the beat, but she actually had some nice moves. It was obvious from the look in her eye that she was dancing for me and not for Jim. I wouldn't have had it any other way of course and she put a lot of time and effort into her slow strip tease, trying to delay her unavoidable fate. "I think Jim is ready now Paula, why don't you help him pull his pants down." She bent down, hands trembling as she unfastened Jim's pants and pulled his pants down. Unable to resist Paula's dangling fruits, Jim tried to help himself to one of her smooth white orbs. She jerked away at his touch, her face filled with fear. "Did I say you could touch her?" I spat. "N-no," Jim stuttered. "You just sit there and do as you're told or you can get the fuck out of my house," I said. "Go on Paula. Get started." Paula face winced with disgust as she held his hard cock in her hand. I almost laughed out loud. The poor bastard was probably going to end up with a complex by the time this was over. "Paula, you don't look like you're enjoying yourself. Remember the girl in the video. Now, give me a pretty smile and lick those lips like you are hungry for it." She handled his cock like it was a dangerous weapon. But, she put on a smile, licked her lips and kissed his hard dick. I stepped out of my panties while I watched her, slipping my hand up my skirt to pleasure myself. Paula looked over at me. Instead of focusing on the cock, she focused on me. Her head bobbed up and down on his member as she began to get into it. I guess she was imagining it was me, and that wasn't what I wanted at all. "Remember the tape Paula. Lick his balls." She went down and licked his hairy balls. The look in her eyes showed her disgust. There was no way she could imagine it was me now. "Smile." I reminded her. "That's a girl. Now, slap the bottom of his cock against your tongue then I want to hear you gag on it. Oh yes, that is going to be a great shot, baby, but you're not playing with yourself. Now, I know how much you love holding Jim's big cock, but I want to see you playing with that pussy." Her hand found its way to her wet denuded sex. It was red and a little razor burned from her shaving experience, but it was going to be great for the film. The only problem was, she wasn't doing it fast enough. I wanted her to really get into it. "Faster," I said. She did it a little faster, but still not fast enough. I reached between her legs, grabbed her hand. "Faster, goddamn it." I ordered, showing her the proper way to do it. "That's it. Don't forget to that cock. Remember your lessons." She trailed a strand of saliva between his cock head and her tongue. I smiled. She had watched the video. Then she slapped the bottom of his cock against her tongue, before shoving it down her throat." God, I was close to cumming. She was a natural. Paul was bucking his hips on her every downthrust. It wouldn't be long now. Hell, even Paula looked like she was well on her way to orgasm. "Perfect. Just perfect Paula. Jim, hold her hair out of the way so I can get a good shot. That's good. Tell her how good it feels and talk dirty to her." Jim caught me totally out of the blue, which doesn't happen often. You see, Jim, the mild mannered stock boy had the filthiest mouth you could imagine. He especially seemed to like the word cock. "Suck that cock you cocksucking whore. Eat it cock bitch. Oh, I love it..." There was much more, but I don't have the space for it here and this story isn't really about Jim anyway. It's about me and Paula. Speaking of Paula, I moved in tight for a close up. The entire screen on the camera was filled with the image of her mouth bobbing up and down on Jim's cock, mascara running down from her fake eyelashes, and haunting eyes staring at me. "Now, Paula, don't suck on it. Try not to touch the cock with your lips and go down on it until it hits the back of your throat." She obeyed and Jim went crazy. The only problem was there was no way someone watching the video would know it was hitting the back of her throat. "Say ahhh, come on baby make some noise for me slut." Paula made noises from around Jim's cock. I could hear the effects of her choking slightly as it hit the back of her throat. Awesome. I panned out and got a shot of Jim, cursing and moaning, calling her a cocksucker, and helping her bob up and down on his dick. I moved down catching Paula's two fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt. "Use three fingers." I ordered. "That's it. Faster- faster-fuck yourself faster." Paula's ass trembled. She was going to cum. "Oh, you dirty bitch. You're cumming aren't you? You're sucking a dick and cumming." Her cheeks sunk in as she inhaled his cock. "No, don't you dare let those lips touch it. Those lips and tongue are mine. Use your throat and keep playing with that pussy. Help her Jim." The truth was; I didn't mind sharing her lips and tongue at all. I had something else in mind entirely. Paula's eyes rolled back in her head as she trembled from her orgasm. She tried to scream, but it came out as a series of muffled gloms, as Jim fucked her face. He grabbed her by the ears and announced that he was cumming. Paula was too oblivious to notice. That is until she felt the spunk discharge from his cock. Her eyes rolled back down and widened in shock at the first spurt. Now, this was the reason I wanted her lips not to touch his cock. I wanted this shot of her with cum dripping down her mouth as his cock thrust in her mouth. "Don't you dare swallow or let it escape." I warned. After Jim was finished, I pulled her mouth off of him. She was blushing furiously and black mascara ran down her cheeks. "Open wide." I said. Her eyes darted from me to Jim and gave me a helpless look. She opened her cum filled mouth for my inspection. I took my time getting a good shot of it with the camera. I turned the camera off and turned to Jim. "We're done with you, Jimmy. Get out." He hesitated. Wondering if I was serious, I guess. Maybe the sex had clouded his mind. "I said get the fuck out." I turned back to Paula and licked the salty bitter tasting gunk off her lips. I felt her hands cup my ass and she pulled me close. "Swallow it," I ordered. Her eyes widened in terror. Her long fake eyelashes fluttered then closed as she swallowed. I turned to see Jim standing by the door staring. "Now, asshole." He opened the door and quietly slipped out. "Now where were we?" I popped the tape out of the camera, placed it into the VCR, and hit the rewind button. I stripped off my clothes and made my way to the sofa. I spread my legs and beckoned Paula to kneel between them. She stumbled in her high heeled platform shoes and almost fell, but I caught her, helping her down to her knees. "Suck my pussy bitch." She was ravenous. I guess nothing makes you appreciate what you like, as having to do something you don't like and yes, she really did give good tongue. I hit play on the remote, settled in to watch the show, and began planning the sequel. To be continued . . . If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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