My beautiful, black girlfriend Tiffany and I didn't see each other for two long days since she did her photo shoots with our fuckup of a friend, Michael. We worked opposite shifts and once in a while I had to go on the road for my job... basically driving equipment to a job site in a work truck, which had kept me away this entire time. In the end, though, it was worth it—because it allowed her to get a USB stick full of stills and videos from the shoot and begin teasing me with them before I got home.
I'll save the story of how she selectively shared most but not all of the details of her shoot with our perpetual fuckup of a friend, Michael—but I actually loved the pics she showed me and let her know it. We had great sex several times around that but when Michael called her back to beg her to do another shoot, we had some hard choices to make.
One particular detail surprised me most, and when I asked her about it a second time, she coughed up a little more information than I got that first day.
"I'm surprised Michael didn't make you suck him off during the shoot. I mean, it was a perfect time... perfect cover to do it. We basically even talked about it... you know... that it would be cool if he did it. Like, not please fuck my GF's mouth, oh please oh please, but like... if he needed the set, to shoot the set." I said to her later that week.
"Yeaaaaaahhhh here's the thing with that. He uh... I told you he didn't shoot it that day... but um... he called me two days later and said he needed two more sets to fill the order that came in after he sent teasers and I uh... I went over and did them at his place." Tiffany replied, adding, "I hope you're not mad? I don't know why I was ultra literal with you there... I guess I didn't want you being, you know... weird with Michael or anything."
"Nahhhh I knew it! I would have. How could you not? Like, you had a free pass... how do you not use it? Things will always be cool with Mikey and I." I replied.
"Okay, so here's the thing... I told you that guys cocks kinda slipped in during those fake scenes here and there right? So like, one of his buyers liked some of the teases and made a rather specific ask with a promise of a regular buying schedule—you know, the kind of business Michael needs to really get out of debt and maybe earn an actually good living at it, you know?"
"Ah... and now I know why held back on the deets," I said with a loving kiss. "Do you want to share?"
"Well it's better you hear it from me than him drunk in a beer!" Tiffany said to me smiling sheepishly.
I took a seat and she sat by me and said, "Okay, so he had this friend over... you might know him? Guy named Ray."
"Kept calling him Ray gun?" I asked.
"So you know him." She said to me. "Well anyway, he says Ray is going to help with the two scenes... he asks me to strip for him... I do... your buddy Ray takes a few snaps with his cell phone that I told him to delete which I'm like 100% sure he didn't, but he put it away, and then Michael asks me to suck Ray off. He films it, but he doesn't seem to be working too hard like he did back at the studio... he says basically he wants to get Ray off fast so that he can last in the second scene. I'm like... but... don't you want the PoV BJ with me and I realize it's not two scenes, it's three. Or it's four. Or it's, hey you're here... let's shoot until no one can cum anymore. Whatever, it's Michael's M.O. But I'm cool with it you know, it's just sucking a dick." She explained.
"You're a pro, honey." I reminded her.
"Yeah, so suck suck suck, pump pump pump, I work your buddy Ray over until he cums in my mouth for the camera. They took their time on the money shot, of course. But then MIchael goes and sits down and asks me to suck his cock while he's laid back on the couch. No problem... I'm doing it... and it's Michael right, so you can see he can't hide his excitement over finally getting to get his dick sucked by me but then he's like, 'Hey can we do something in the bathroom real quick?' and I'm like whatever... so I follow him into the bathroom and he has me stand over the banister and lean forward. I just assume he wants some kind of ass shots or whatever, and then he steps between my legs and he pushes into my pussy... of course I'm super wet, I've been sucking cock for 15 mins but I'm like, 'dude, what are you doing?'"
"Is he just shooting pics of his cock in you or is he full on just pumping away?" I asked.
"Well kinda both... few moments of pics... a bit of fucking... then pics...so I turn around and he's like 'Sorry Tiffany... I just...' and he doesn't finish his sentence... he just puts his camera down, spins me around, and pumps my pussy hard and fast for like... ten strokes... then he pulls out and says 'FUCK!' and says, 'I can't do it. FUCK!' and I'm like, 'What? What can't you do?'"
My girlfriend took a drink of her wine and fed some to me and continued, saying, "So he explains that he needed my help to actually get ahead... to shoot enough scenes in his preferred buyer's desired genre to get ahead but he can't front the money to other models yet... basically he needs me to do it one more time and this time to go further... you know... like, balls to the wall, all the way further. He said he couldn't ask me that and knew I wouldn't agree anyway, so he wanted to fuck me before cutting me loose, and then he gave up on that idea too. So you know, this is weirdly not sexy time now... he's losing wood, he just tried fucking me without my permission, which he was going to do because he thought he'd lose me/us forever anyway... it's all weird. But obviously, I'm weirder."
"You tried to assuage his doubts." I replied, patting her shoulder.
"So I try to let him know all isn't lost... I asked him to go back to the beginning and explain what Ray was doing there and to see if there was any way I could really help him. So he told me his buyer was giving him basically pennies for the implied sets... but they liked -me- and they'd pay big money for scenes where they showed me getting fucked in various ways etc... and to come back to them with one example of what he can do in a more explicit scene. Ray was there to help him shoot that scene."
"But why exactly did he need Ray?" I asked.
"Well he's got one shot at it, Ray will do it for free, and he knows a DP / spit roast / MMF scene is more likely to make the impression he wants on his buyers... he's got to nail it, right? Like, I'm seriously thinking why did I go through all of this if in the end the dude still can't pay anyone off? So I know I'm going past what we talked about... but I thought you'd probably make the same decision... you know, if you were a hot black girl everyone wanted to fuck." My beautiful girlfriend joked.
I would have. I guess. It's a weird situation... remember, we live check to check, she's a former stripper... she's given loads of paid BJs and more... and received loads as part of it, wink wink. Anyway, we both committed in the beginning to trying to get Michael out of his jam and so maybe it was a bridge to far, but to not cross it seems even stupider.
"So... to be clear..." I began.
"They fucked me." Tiffany finished bluntly. She paused for a moment and added, "In the ass."
I raised my eyebrows at her because I knew the hint of hesitation in her voice... she wasn't done.
"Twice." She said.