"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 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 1
st
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.
