I sat fixated as I stared at the screen. The two people on screen weren't just fucking for a camera; they were lost in hedonistic bliss with each other. The man in the scene didn't just try to ram his cock repeatedly into her cunt; he eased it into her with long smooth motions as his hands roamed her body. The actress didn't just whine annoyingly with cliché phrases; she was honestly encouraging her lover to please her. With the volume on low I could still hear the guttural moans of pleasure erupting from the speakers. It was genuine, and real, and passionate.
I should know. That's my boyfriend on that screen, and he's fucking my best friend. Hell, she even introduced me to him and set up our first date. Am I mad? Conflicted, yes, but I can't say I'm mad. After all, they shot this scene at least a year before I met Lance, back when I thought Paige was just a model. It's true, I love this man with all my heart and lust after his body, but I couldn't muster any simmering anger or the hurt of betrayal. But I definitely felt aroused while watching them ravish each other's bodies.
Even on screen his brilliant blue eyes seemed to sparkle with life. His strong jaw was offset by a playful smile and soft lips; he them used skillfully to excite Paige's ear and neck. I shivered remembering the feeling of his teeth sinking into my skin. The camera panned away from their faces and moved to a higher elevation, looking down on their sensual coupling. From this angle I watched her hands comb through his long golden mane, while his arms wrapped around her and teased mercilessly at her breast.
His thick muscles corded rhythmically beneath his tan skin, just as his thick cock worked deep into her. With every thrust I burned with the memory of him penetrating me, making love to me. Just like his time inside me, he couldn't fit all of it inside of her, but they both enjoyed his efforts. I loved every sensation his cock instilled into me, and couldn't blame her for giving into ecstasy just like I did every time. I moaned as Lance bit down hard on one of Paige's nipples, vocalizing my arousal with her while she writhed beneath him. I knew the look on her face. She was about to lose herself to an orgasm from his constant assault on her body. My favorite part was coming up, so I slowly turned up the volume. The camera panned out to two more women locked in a passionate sixty nine, each competing to please the other more than what they were receiving. These girls weren't kidding around either. They were clearly parting each other's lips and getting their tongues busy, burying their faces as they sucked hard on those clits. The fact that I knew their names and had gotten to know them simply made the action hotter. I knew the redhead on top, Jean, for a long time. Like I assumed with Paige I thought that she was a model as well. All I knew at this moment was how amazing her tongue looked as it lapped apart the inner lips of the woman writhing beneath her. I imagined briefly that those parted lips and thighs belonged to me.
That's when Lance pulled out of my best friend and lead her to join the other two. I watched my boyfriend lower his cock over the face of the woman on the bottom, a blonde I was introduced to at a party named Selene. She moved from sucking in a clit to sucking down his cock without even flinching. From the look of it Selene loved the taste of my best friend's pussy on his cock, or maybe she was just a very good actress. Eventually she eased off and licked along his shaft as Paige took hold of his tool and ran it up and down the other woman's slit.
Now this is my favorite part. It isn't just the way he's sliding his shaft into the juicy folds of the woman on all fours, or even the oral attention he's getting from her partner beneath her. It's the way my best friend is holding his cock like it's her dildo to fuck these girls with. It's the way she grips his cock in one hand and pushes his ass with the other while aiming him to impale Jean, all the while she nibbles along his shoulder and up to his ear. She moves her hand away from his cock as she grips his ass harder, guiding his rhythm. Her free hand trails up his sculpted body and teases at his nipples, until eventually she moves his face down to meet hers with the softest caress I've ever seen on film. And to top it off she kisses him.
Kissing is an understatement. The two of them tease and eat at each other's lips wantonly. That's what gets me wet every time I watch this scene. It's the way Lance kisses that gets me going, the way those lips and that tongue tell you what he's going to do to you, and the way he uses his teeth to let you know that you belong to him. I've felt all of those things from him, and I feel them again whenever I watch him do it on screen.
In case you haven't guessed it, my boyfriend is a porn star. And my best friend has been in more than three dozen films with him. But this is my favorite scene with the two of them together. It gives me a muddled feeling of jealousy, confusion, arousal, and also pride whenever I see it. Jealousy for knowing how many women wrap their legs around him every day, confusion because I know he doesn't just act when he's on camera, and arousal because I can feel everything he does to them because he's done a private one on one reenactment of every scene with me.
And pride? Because he loves only me, and his heart is only mine. I can lend him out to stud, and he loves me for it. I can show off to any woman just how much of a man he is and once she's had a taste I can draw him back to me and claim him. He trusts me enough to let me have a fling, but I don't need one. He's not just a guy strutting like an alpha male, but a generous lover and a wonderful man. And he's mine, and he's all the man I'll ever need.
He may need more sex than any one woman can ever provide, but he's so damn honest and loyal. He describes everything that goes on the editing floor, and he lets me know not just what he did with them, but how it felt. If anything ever happens without a camera there, I know about it before the day is over. And if there is a good shot of it? I get to see it before it hits shelves while he's deep inside of me, whispering into my ear exactly what it was like for him to do what I'm watching with him.
I've noticed that once he started seeing me, he'd make eye contact with the camera more often. Every now and then, he'd wink. It was our private little signal. It meant one thing only: she's nowhere as good as you. I'm not stupid enough to think that I'm a better lay than anyone ever, but he's a great teacher for me. And he lets me know which of them he likes being with, and which ones are a chore to be inside.
But right now I want him inside me. The scene has moved on and he's down on his back while the girls caress his broad chest and washboard abs, never leaving his cock alone for long. Soon Jean mounts him and lowers her pussy onto his cock. He's been inside each of them already this scene, but always from a dominant position.
