Nicy: Smile for the Camera

It’s her fault. She wants it all the time. Wants it like this.

That’s why I married her I suppose. Everyone said we were way too young. Perhaps we were, but I knew I’d never find anyone nastier, sluttier, or up for it more than Nicky. So I figured, what the fuck. I accepted from the get-go that she’d want a lot of nasty fucking. Not all of it from me. But that was cool. As long as I got to play, too.

Nicky’s 21 now, but she looks about 16. Everyone says so. She gets harassed for ID all the time. Even when they see her driver’s licence, they still think it’s fake. But by that time they’re staring at her. Even the girls. She loves getting attention from girls. Guys just can’t stop watching her. Slim, tight body, long brown hair, big green/brown eyes. And she just looks like she’s ready to get fucked, all the time. Which she is. That knowing gleam in the eye. The way she makes her ass swish when she walks.

When I first met Nicky, she didn’t dress that sexy. Once we started fucking, and she realised there was a total fuck-slut inside, we changed all that. She likes me to take control, and I started with the clothes. The Golden Rules came in. No underwear, ever. Not a thing. All skirts and dresses at least eight inches above the knee (and she ain’t that tall), and preferably above the bottom of her perfect little butt. All her tops had to show off her stomach, and at least a third of her tits. That was when I didn’t demand she went naked. Which I did a lot, because it was way cool, and because it turned her on like shit.

Every Saturday night, we’d drive round town in my truck, with Nicky totally naked next to me. Guys started following us as soon as they saw her, because they knew she’d blow them. We’d drive to a warehouse, four or five cars in convoy behind us. Then I’d lean against a streetlight, have a few cigarettes, and watch her suck some dick. Her favourite position was on her knees, looking up into their eyes as she sucked. She knew all about eye contact. She knew how to deep throat, too. I taught her. I’m not that big, but I’m big enough to make her choke. She loved choking, always caught all the spit she threw up into her hand, and licked it all up again. She liked gagging on my cock, said it made her feel like a whore to retch over my fuck meat until she got her gag reflex under control. Now she can glide me straight down to the nuts in one go. Me and lots of other guys.

Before she sucks guys, she likes to tell them how she wants it. Some of them don’t believe her. They keep it too nice, too gentlemanly. She gets rid of them fast. She still eats their cum, though. Never misses that. She always shows them the cum on her tongue before she swallows it. The she goes back to clean their dick. Usually, she has her hand pressing on her clit. If the guy’s lucky, she’ll come while she’s blowing him. As she shudders, she sucks even harder. I’ve never seen a guy who didn’t explode when she did that. After she’s eaten cum, she kinda leans back and pulls on her tits until they hurt. Occasionally, she’ll slap herself on the cheek, just to feel the sting. And look for the next guy, advancing towards her with his cock hanging out.

Tonight it’s something a little different. I pick her up from work in the truck and tell her to get naked. She pulls off the mini-dress she’s wearing and ditches her high heels into the back. She settles back in the seat, puts both feet onto the dashboard, and finger-fucks her ass as I drive. I want to reach across and do that myself, but the traffic’s too heavy. A car toots alongside us, and Nicky leans over to show them her tits. Normally, I’d signal to the guy and we’d hook up so she could get fucked. But tonight’s different. She smiles at them and settles back, still with two fingers in her ass. She takes them out and sucks them.

“Where are we goin’ hon?”

“You’re going to get fucked, and I’m going to tape it.”

She grinned. If there were two things she liked more than just fucking, it was fucking strangers, and getting filmed fucking strangers. She loved getting it on in front of a camera, and we had quite a little collection. Right back to when she was 18, with her fucking that guy in the shopping mall toilets. And there was the blonde girl in the clothes shop (I mean in the clothes shop, in front of the security camera). And so on. And she knew I’d find guys who were really hung. She’s such a fucking slut for size.

We drew up at a white bungalow in a quiet part of town. I parked right at the front of the drive, near the street. She knew better than to ask for some clothes. She just got out and started walking towards the house. The door opened and Carl, from work, stood in the doorway. Carl’s a big guy, six feet six, and he just grinned as he saw her walking naked down his driveway. Oh yeah, this was going to be fucking awesome. He called to his buddy, another tall black guy, and they both laughed. Nicky just put one hand on her pussy as she walked, feeling her clit. Me? I was already filming.

Carl’s buddy introduced himself as Mike, once we all got inside. He shook my hand, but his eyes were all over Nicky. She turned around and bent over, pulling her ass cheeks apart and sticking three fingers up there. After she’d opened her ass up, she licked her fingers.

“Tell them what you want, Nicky”.

She grinned.

“I want two big, black cocks slamming me. I want it hard. I want it rough, real rough and nasty. Don’t be nice to me. Don’t treat me good, just fuck me up like a sick little slut. Pull my hair, spit on me, slap me, finger fuck me, slam it up every hole. Ram it down my throat ‘til I puke, shove it up my ass, make me scream. I wanna eat your cum, and your piss, and I want to fuck until you can’t move. So let’s get it on.”

Fuck! I wanted to just throw the camera down and take her myself. The camera was wobbling already. In the corner of my eye I could see Mike and Carl look at each other, as if they couldn’t believe their luck. She’s asked for it, just the way they wanted to give it. Most bitches didn’t like rough shit like that. Or if they did, you had to work them up before they’d admit it. This little cunt was begging for it that way.

Mike reacted first. He pulled out his cock, which was already about eight inches after Nicky’s little speech. He grabbed her hair and dragged her towards him, pulling her down onto her knees. She took a second to steady herself, then lunged her mouth straight onto his dick. In a second she was down to the balls, in one fluid motion.

“Fuckin’ shit. Look at this bitch.”

Mike still had a good hold of her hair, but he let her slide from the very tip of his dick to the base. She started to thrust harder, making him choke her. She spluttered a couple of times but just ploughed straight on, spit pouring onto the carpet. He was getting bigger, but she didn’t fucking care. She’d talked about blowing a horse when we were drunk the other night, and this was fucking close to it. Carl watched and pulled on his own dick, as Mike took two hands into Nicky’s hair and started pulling her onto his cock, slamming it into her willing mouth. This was how I screwed her mouth every night, so she knew how to take it. He pushed his dick so far down I could see the bulge it made in her throat. He held her there until she choked and spit slid down his cock, making it glisten.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and leaned down, as she gasped for some air.

“Like that, bitch?”

She looked up at him. Spit fell from her lips, sweat was beginning to form on her forehead, and there were tears in the corner of each eye.

“Fuck, yeah. Do it harder this time, chickenshit.”

He laughed and pulled her up, throwing her onto the couch. She landed on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the couch. She knew what he wanted. She squirmed into position as he slapped her tit, and then her cheek. She opened wide and he pushed his dick into her mouth from above, her head suspended upside down. From that angle, they both knew, he could fuck her throat like a cunt. And he did. He rammed it in harder each time, wanting to abuse her throat just like she asked. Each time he withdrew his cock was wet with her spit, but her mouth wouldn’t totally let go. She reached back and grabbed his thighs, pulling him on the in-stroke to make him go deeper and harder. She was fucking loving this. I knew she had these rape fantasies but I’d never seen her closer to getting them. This guy was pummelling her throat, and she was screaming.

I manoeuvred round to film her from the front. Her stomach was flat and taut, with her tits turning red as Mike carried on slapping them with every outstroke. I motioned to Carl, who was naked by now, to start playing with her cunt. He looked at me.

“You sure she wants it, man?”

“Fuck yeah, she wants two black guys to abuse her. This is your lucky day. Take her, man, treat her like a little fuck slut.”

He grinned and grabbed at her thighs. She spread her legs further, almost doing the splits. Mike pulled at one tit until she screamed again, but kept on ramming into her throat. She kept on pulling him in each time. Carl dug two fingers into her pussy, twisting and turning inside her. She bucked her hips and tried to get them in further. As he withdrew I could see her pussy juice all over his fingers. She was fucking loving this, as I knew she would. Big dicks, black guys, a camera, and her three holes. Perfect.

Carl pushed three fingers back into her cunt. She squirmed again, trying to get it deeper. She fists herself all the time, so I knew she could take it. Five of her fingers equals four of mine. Carl tried four. They went in, just. He rotated his hand so he could get his thumb onto her clit, and started a small pushing/pulling motion with his four fingers inside her. Mike pulled out of her throat for a second to stop himself coming, and she lifted her head to look at Carl.

“Fucking fist me, bastard. All of it, up to the fucking wrist. Nail my cunt with your fist, baby”.

She put her head back down and opened her mouth, just as Mike thrust forward and plunged balls-deep into her throat. He started slapping her face in time with his thrusts. Carl tucked his thumb in and went for the whole thing. I could see his wrist muscles stand out as he pushed. Nicky reached for his wrist and tugged at it, trying to get his whole hand in her cunt. With a pop it suddenly went in, and there was a stifled scream from Nicky as it went.

“Holy fucking Christ” said Carl. Even Mike stopped throat-fucking long enough to admire it. This was a first, even for Nicky. She’d fisted herself, and I’d seen other girls do her. I’d even seen her with wine and coke bottles. But never a guy’s fist.

Carl just rested there, still fearful of tearing her if he moved. But Nicky knew she was fucking wet enough now. She moved one hand from Mike’s butt, where she’d been pulling him into her throat, and grabbed Carl’s wrist again. She tugged on him until he got the message, and after a couple of minutes he found he could move in and out, and rotate, with a sheen of Nicky’s cunt juice over his hand. She was going nuts, writhing around and cumming all over him.

The sight of this five-foot slut getting fisted was too much for Mike, and he pulled out. He began spraying into her open mouth, sending wave after wave of creamy cum onto her face. Nicky’s a master at getting cum into her mouth, and she got about three quarters of it down her throat. The rest went in four strings across her face and into her hair. She looked fucking fantastic as I closed in.

“Taste good, Nicky?”

“Fuckin’ awesome, babe.” She smiled. “I can taste my throat, too.”

She looked down at Carl, who was still embedded in her cunt.

“I want to taste my cunt, baby. Pull your fist out of my cunt and put it in my mouth.”

Carl slowly withdrew his fist. Jesus. I thought Nicky was going to burst, but she still had this shit-eating grin on her face the whole time. She took hold of his hand and fitted four fingers into her throat, making him push it down her until she gagged again.

She slurped up the mixture of her cum and spit, then grinned at the camera.

“Got anything to say to your husband, baby?”

“Yeah, hiya hon. What do you think of your sick little girl, now huh? Like watching me choke on that guy’s dick? Well now you can watch your little fuckslut take a dick up her hot little shitter. Just like I do with you. You taught me soooo well baby.”

She waved again at the camera as she bounced onto her back and motioned to Carl, who had a ten-incher sticking out and ready for action. Mike was sitting back in a chair, recovering and stroking his dick.

Carol stood over her, stroking his cock. Nicky couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

She pulled her legs right back, so her cunt and ass were on display. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and made it gape for him. Two fingers of each hand slipped inside and she began to finger fuck her own ass.

“See how open I am baby? That’s ‘cause I’m a fucking anal freak. Ask hubby here. Every fucking night he’s slamming it into my tight little backdoor, making me scream. He loves just shovin’ it right up there, making me squeal with his cock. I get sooooo fucking turned on when a guy does my ass. It’s my favourite place to fuck.”

She pulled her fingers out and opened up her ass again, as she stared at Carl’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, I live for big cocks like that. I fucking live for them. Bring it on baby. Split my fucking ass in two with that dick. I just want it rammed up my shit-hole. And I wanna taste it, all the frigging time.”

Carl didn’t need a second invitation. He leaned forward and just speared his cock in there. He figured she wanted it in the ass like she got it in the throat. He was right. She grabbed hold of him and started pulling him deeper, deeper. In three thrusts he was in her all the way. Each time he pulled out I could see her ass juice all over his cock, making it shine as he slammed it in. She shuddered and her firm young tits wobbled each time he rammed it home.

“Oh yeah, fucking do that……… fucking do it like that. …….fuck me up baby, fuck me up good……oh shiiiitttttt…….slam it, slam it, slam it………..oh fuck I love getting my crapper nailed…oh shit….fuck me harder, baby…….yeah….make it hurt.”

Carl was really getting into it. He pulled out and grabbed her hair, shoving his dick into her willing young throat. After bouncing once against her throat he was able to shove it all the way down, until his nuts were resting against her lips. She mewed with pleasure and, with his dick still lodged down her throat, winked at the camera.

He pulled out and threw her legs back as he piled into her shit-hole again. She loved doing this. We fucked like this at home, but I’ve seen her getting rammed like this at college too. She was voted Slut of the Year three straight years, mainly because she was the ATM queen. It didn’t have to be her ass she was tasting, either.

Carl picked her up and lifted her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he began walking her round the room, slamming his cock into her ass with every step. She went apeshit, screaming with every stroke, and cumming on about every third stroke. He leaned her back and started piston-fucking her asshole. Her head was hanging down and Mike leaned forward and started slapping her face.

“Oh shit…yeah…fucking use me….slap the little fuck-whore, yeah…….treat me like shit, guys…..I’m your personal sick little cock slut….oh fuuuuccccccccckkkk.”

My sentiments exactly.

Carl roared and pulled her off him. She sank to her knees on instinct and positioned herself for his cum. He held her head in one hand, and fucking covered her. I mean he sprayed her good. Wave after wave of hot cum. She didn’t even try to swallow it. She wanted it dripping off her. She swallowed what came near her mouth, but the rest of it coated her eyes, her cheeks, her hair, and started dripping down her sexy little throat and onto her tits. She had three fingers deep up her pussy as she took it. She didn’t try to clean any of it off. She just put her lips back on his dick and slowly deep throated it, taking all the surplus cum and the taste of her own ass with her. She kept deep throating until he got too sensitive and backed away, laughing.

“Baby” he said, “you’re the nastiest fucking bitch I’ve ever seen”.

She laughed.

“Good, that’s what I want to be.”

She turned to me as I moved the camera in close. Holding it in one hand, I put the other hand onto her throat and gently squeezed. This always gets her off big-style. She still had three fingers in her cunt. Her eyes widened slightly, and she grinned right at the camera.

“So, you like being a cock-socket, baby?”

“Hmmmm yeah, I fucking love it. These guys are perfect. You know I fucking love big dicks. And my ass tastes so good, I can’t leave it alone.”

“They fuck you hard enough, there?”

“Not quite, but pretty close. They need to get a little nastier again, next time.”

I tightened my grip around her throat.

“How nasty?”

“I want my asshole raped.”

I grinned. This was what we’d been building up to for a few months. She wanted it rougher than even she’d had before. And she reckoned these guys could do it. I leaned in closer.

“Open your mouth, bitch.”

She dutifully opened her mouth and waited. I spat at her, a big glob of saliva that I deliberately aimed at her eyes, not her mouth. It hit her in the eyes and began to slide down her face. This was the test we’d agreed. This was her last chance to back out. She let it slide down until it was dripping off her nose. Then she started slurping it down, mixed with Carl’s cum. She used her fingers to spoon off the rest and swallow that, too. She looked straight into the camera again.

“I still want my ass raped, baby.”

Mike jumped up and moved towards her.

“I’ll fucking do it bitch.”

Quick as a flash she scooted around and went on her hands and knees in front of him, wiggling her ass at him provocatively.

“Take it baby. All the way in one go, then rape the living shit out of it.”

He aimed his dick at her asshole, then lunged forward. She screamed as she fell forward, but made sure she pushed back as well, so his cock impaled her first time. Mike roared in triumph and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back until it was just below his, arching her back as he started slamming into her. His other hand encircled her throat.

She was barely able to breath with her head back at that angle, but fuck it looked sexy. This huge black guy taking a tiny white chick doggy-style, with her hair pulled back, and him now spitting onto her face every third stroke.

“Fucking…sick…bitch…like that…huh…fucking take it…..yeah…fuck..your…tight…white…shithole….til…it…fucking…breaks….oh yeah”

She shoved back at him on every stroke. This was what we’d talked about for months. All those public blowjobs, all those girls she’d fucked. All the quickies with total strangers. All building up to her ultimate fantasy.

“Yeah….fucking do it….yeah…oh God….make it hurt…..make it hurt….fucking rape my slut ass…..do it…..fucking kill my shitter….yeah…..love it….love it…..hurt me baby…..yeah….spit on me…..take me….such a sick slut….oh fuck…..yeah…..rapemerapemerapeme….yeeeaaahhhh”

Carl knelt in front of her. I thought he was going to throat fuck her some more, but instead he put two hands round her throat and began choking her. She went fucking ballistic, her eyes rolling back as she came and came. He released her every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t harming her, but the feel of his hands on her throat, and the rape of her asshole, drove her into explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm. She just couldn’t stop cumming.

After about ten minutes of taking her asshole and treating it like hamburger, Mike was nearing the end. With a roar, he emptied another cock-load of cum into her welcoming asshole. He pulled out and she wheeled around, taking his cock into her mouth and tasting cum, ass juice and shit from the cock that had just raped her crap-hole.