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Dawn and Jill had departed to separate ends of Mark's tasteful home. Jill and Mark's room was to the right as you entered. Dawn's, and a room Mark used as an office, were down another hall to the left. The living room was in the center of the home, with the kitchen behind it, combined as kind of a great room complete with a cathedral ceiling. As double wide mobile homes go, it was very, very nice. It actually felt like more of a house the way it was set up.
The floor plan allowed Dawn to have some semblance of privacy. But as loud as we had been the night before, the illusion of being secluded was pretty much shattered. Still, it was neat that Mark and Jill were able to give Dawn her own space, complete with a separate bathroom on her end of the home.
Mark and I were sitting in silence, mentally recovering from the visual overload the girls had just subjected us to. I, for one, was glad. Any contact between Dawn and I right after the live and taped lesbian show would have had me cumming in seconds. As it was, I was able to get control of my libido enough that I was confident I would be able to control my ejaculation. I wasn't so sure about Mark.
I was finally able to see, my eyes adjusting to the dark. He was panting, looking like a tiger hidden in the jungle, waiting to pounce on the first piece of fresh meat to mistakenly cross his path. He was going to have a hard time controlling his carnal instincts. My first thought was that Jill was going to be disappointed, because she had Mark so worked up, it likely was going to lead to a very quick
fuck and done
encounter. And that would be a shame considering the time, effort, and sexual energy she and Dawn had put into their erotic performance.
That thought got slammed up against the inside of my skull, pummeled by a new one that was fighting to the death for control of the preeminent position at the front of my brain. The cause of that new thought was standing to my left as I sat on the loveseat.
Jill was looming at the edge of the same hallway where she had walked onto the 'beach', which her living room had represented in what appeared to be the previous scene in the adult movie we'd been watching. She was illuminated by the candlelight from her bedroom. From the amount of light, there seemed to be much more lit than just the couple of dozen that had set the mood for my brief tryst with her. And that suddenly seemed like days ago instead of a little over an hour.
She was wearing a black leather bikini and long black leather high-heeled boots that came up past her knees. I normally would have been leering at that, considering how amazing it made her body look.
However, I couldn't get past the wig. She was standing, legs apart; a dominating sneer appeared on her face. This girl was an actress, and sge was channeling her character before she even took to the stage. Atop her head, she wore a shoulder length red-haired wig. My mouth dropped as she strutted past me, ignoring me on the way by. She stood tall in front of a frozen Mark, lifting his chin with her fingers to get him to look into her eyes.
"Stand up, Anthony. Sophie wants to play."
MY
heart jumped. I could only imagine what Mark's heart was doing. Jill was going to the next scene. She'd mentally rewound the tape, going back to one we'd already seen.
He stood up slowly, and Jill turned him around. He didn't flinch when she took a tie and bound his wrists behind his back. Smacking him on his ass first to get his attention, she took him by the elbow.
"Let's go Anthony. I've waited for this long enough!"
They disappeared behind their door, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the dark. Scattered, random things popped into my head. It had been a whirlwind weekend to that point, and I was waiting on another overwhelming encounter with Dawn.
As much as I had enjoyed Jill, I couldn't wait to be back in Dawn's arms. Unless, of course, it wasn't Dawn that was behind that closed bedroom door any longer. As intrigued as I was, I prayed a red-haired girl in black leather didn't come sauntering out for me as well.
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No matter how long eternity is, when it comes to waiting for a woman to get herself ready for a man, add twenty to thirty minutes. Not that I minded. I knew it was time well spent on her behalf, and it would be worth whatever wait I had to endure.
Dawn's door opened slowly. The candlelight coming down the hallway showed her shadow seductively turning down the sheets to her bed. I had that same shiver of excitement hit me just as the night before. How something so domestic could be so sensual was beyond me, but I immediately got excited. Not just because she was inviting me to her bed again, but because, just like Jill with me, she hadn't invited Mark.
I looked at Dawn's shadow, checking out just how much attention to detail she'd put into whatever she had been planning. She had carefully positioned the candles to project a perfect silhouette on the opposite wall in the living room. I wondered how long it took her to figure out the proper placement to get the effect she was looking for. It didn't matter, because in doing so, she had deliberately created a new medium for me to view.
She lifted her hand, and crooked her finger, beckoning me to come to her. She knew I'd be watching, and waiting. When I got to the doorway, she was on the bed; legs curled under her provocatively to show her nude form from the front, but not being vulgar about it. Her upper body supported on her right side by her elbow, her right hand holding her tilted head. Her left hand was twirling her platinum blonde locks.
I leaned into the doorframe, crossing my legs at the ankles in a patient pose; other than my hard cock pointing almost directly at her. Quietly, I said, "Hello Amanda."
She fought to contain the squeal that emitted from her chest. I'd let her know that I knew what she wanted, and I was willing to play along. Her eyes lit up as big as her smile. The more times I showed I really got what made her tick, the more excited she became.
She patted the bed with her left hand, saying, "Hello Dean. Why don't you come join me? I've waited a long time for this!"
Seeing her in a blonde wig gave her an entirely different persona. Not just because she was playing a part she fantasized about from a porn movie. Her aura was altered. While I loved the real, brunette version, this different model was equally exciting, but in a different way; one that I couldn't put my finger on. I know one of the things that helped her pull off the stunning transformation was that she was clean shaven below, so there was no evidence that she wasn't a natural blonde. But the sexual aura she was sending off was a totally different vibe from my Dawn. She was Amanda.
I started to close the door behind me as I walked into the bedroom.
"Leave it open Dean. Maybe we'll hear Sophie take care of Anthony while you take care of me!"
It was definitely out of character from the movie. Dawn was putting her own personal spin on the scene. An erotic rewrite of sorts. I played along, pushing the door back to the original position before I turned and walked to the open side of the bed. If she wanted to direct her own happy ending, who was I to argue? But I couldn't help but smile when I thought of the overwhelming theme of the scene between Dean and Amanda. No matter how you edited or changed the direction, it all came down to two words: anal sex.
Because she was in the middle of a rewrite, I decided to test the plot to see where things were going. "Do you really think we'll be able to hear them?"
She winked and said, "We will if Sophie leaves her door open like I asked her too. Anthony won't be able to do it. He's probably already tied up by now."
I slipped in next to her body, moving behind her as she faced away from me. My cock nestled perfectly into the crack of her ass as we spooned together; a foreshadow not lost on her.
"God, Dean, your cock is already so hard. It feels so hot against my ass."
I cupped her breasts, pulling her tight against my body as I squeezed them; kneading the soft flesh in my big hands. I was rough as first, trying to get a sense of her sexual temperature. Did she want a suave and gentle Dean; or was she more interested in the rugged and dirty version?
"Oh God, that's it, baby. Maul my tits!"
"She wanted it to be rugged and dirty. I was ready for that. I had made love to Dawn many times already. That's what our being lovers was all about. But in the bawdy X-rated play in which I was about to make my thespian debut, the role I was cast in called for stepping out of that safe zone, and portraying a character more diverse. Dawn loved being loved; Amanda wanted fucked. I'm sure that Dawn had times where she wanted fucked too, but I wasn't with her at the moment. I was with Amanda, and that thrilled me.
I pawed harder at her big breasts, pulling and squeezing her nipples as I humped my cock in the crevice of her backside.
"That feel's so bad, baby. It makes me feel so dirty!"
"Are you a bad girl, Amanda?"
"I want to be. Make me be a bad girl, Dean. Make me be naughty!"
At first, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to
make
her be naughty. I figured she was already there. But I knew where she wanted to end up with that scene. Maybe she needed to be sort of forced to do something so out of the norm. I wasn't sure, but my gut told me that with her using words like 'make' and 'dirty' and 'maul', she wanted me to be more in control than to have this be a romp where we were on equal footing.
I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her knees while I got on my back. I thought about grabbing her hair and kind of getting her where I wanted her to be, but I didn't want to pull the wig off by accident. Instead, I pushed her down by her shoulders and kind of growled at her.
"Suck my cock, Amanda. Suck it now!"
It was a demand rather than a request. She squeaked a little as she felt my strong hands move her down my body. Grabbing my shaft, she took me gently into her mouth. Gentle wasn't going to do for Dean either.
