It had been nearly six months, and several phone calls from the director, with hints of more money, and again my unavoidable rising credit card bill.
Now found me in a short flowery dress, exploring Amber's beautiful mouth, her tongue flicking against mine, as we both discovered the welcoming hollows. Our kiss had lasted seconds or minutes I had no idea, for time remained suspended. I wanted to drink her down taste her essence. I felt her hands move to the small of my back, just touching the curving rise of my bottom, now clearly defined in the tight thin dress. Underneath my body throbbed, I was wet and hungry, my eager button swelling, hardening, and now seeking refuge in the hardness of Amber's pubic bone. I was totally turned on, my erection so strong that it felt like an enormous bud ready to burst. I squeezed one of Amber's thighs between mine. Unaware of what I was doing, only feeling the sensual power of her hard flesh, and the lithe movements of my pelvis, rubbing my aching sex against the ridged muscles of her leg.
The script again was pure visual.
Amber lifted my skirt to show the camera my bare bottom clenched over the string of my thong. There I parted my thighs slightly so the camera could look up between my legs and see my smooth full lips hidden behind their lace prison.
Their on my skin Amber's cool palms, and her long fingernails scraped across my tender flesh. I wanted her to slide under me, hold, stroke, and enter me. I was hot and wanton. I wiggled, my skirt moving across my thighs teasing the camera with shadows.
I gently lowered my lips away from her, slowly travelling down her neck and onto the cliff edge of her chest; aware the camera had not moved away from my bottom. I gently pulled the chords of her bikini top releasing her small breasts with their large extended nipples. In my hands they waited for my lips and tongue. Flicking both and then sucking the left swollen nipple onto my tongue, I was instantly rewarded with a groan from Amber, and in devilment I gently scraped my teeth along her sensitive skin
Her hand spanked my bottom in reprisal, and then with a smile she pushed me away towards the bed.
I flopped down onto the Mattress aware the hem of my skirt had rode up to show my soaking wet sex encased in its white lacy cell. I giggled, slipped out of my dress and threw it across the bedroom, as Amber stood between my open thighs her fingers sliding down from her belly, to the waist band of her tight blue denim shorts.
They took a moment to peel of and continue the curves and slender lines of her ebony body.
Taller than me, Amber was long and svelte. The singular girl with her long boyish legs, her hard knees, and those beautifully muscled thighs. The athletic belly with its perfectly aligned muscles, flat and hard, leading down to show in the absence of any hair, a full curving pubis, and the deep closed slit of her sex.
She bent and kissed my cunt behind the lace of my thong. I arched to allow her full access to my overheated sex. She patted my lips and we giggled, as I lifted my bottom off the sheet to allow her to remove my thong with a single fluid motion. On the bed naked I arched cupping my breasts in offering along with my trembling thighs, and the rest of my over heated body.
My breasts felt swollen and heavy, their nipples perched on the top eager to be touched.
I lay back on the bed, the wanton feline licking her lips. I was ripe and Amber knew it
She prowled over me catlike, kissing my nose, my lips, my chin and neck. Licking and tasting my overheated skin, her long fingers cupping my left breast, and inside her mouth my nipple burned as she licked, and sucked. It was pure electricity sparking down from my nipple and into my yearning breast. My body suspended on Amber's tongue. I was lost now in a vortex of pleasure, my throbbing body hanging on swirling emotions, seeking the drug of an orgasm, and the pleasure of releasing another burning moment deep into my flesh.
She ground her hard pubic bone against mine, and I felt the flutter of sensations meeting in the middle of my belly, I knew the camera was between our legs watching our throbbing heats, so wet and open. I whimpered, feeling this time the pain of Amber's teeth scraping my raw nipple. I was hot wet and almost lost in a welter of sheer lust.
She released my white hot nipple, to cool in the air her tongue wandering down over my fluttering belly. I didn't care, my body screamed for her to take me, lifting my hips I opened my thighs even wider, parting my lips exposing the wet inner petals for the camera. I stifled a cry as her wet tongue reached the curving slope of my sex
Oh my god I wanted her.
Her fingers followed deftly, skilled and efficient as her tongue. They grazed my clitoris, those long fingers running between and against my outer distended lips. I felt my nipples pull against my breasts in their eagerness to be touched again; my belly like an inverted bowl, my raw sex quivering and moulding itself to Ambers demanding hands and tongue. I was so close, but something was missing, I felt it as she spanked my heated sex, and I cried out with shock and pure burning pleasure.
Slowly with slow slinky grace she turned over me. To the classic sixty-nine and the sight of her beautiful split bulge thrust forward between her slender boyish legs. The engorged smooth lips closed over her wetness. Welcome to the world of torment and pleasure, I thought. There was no going back we both desired the same thing; we parted our thighs wide for each other, and for our glass lensed voyeur.
Even as Amber's fingers entered me,. I wanted her, that voluptuous furrow, that crack, it had to open for me....Oh my god that crack, just the sight of it made me tremble.
Her thumb rubbed my bud, and I buried my face in her sex to taste and smell the perfume of her vagina. The tip of my tongue parting those perfect lips to taste the nectar inside the flower, Amber was wet and sweet, her moisture rich with the essence of her sexuality.
On the edge of her vulva I licked around her, and moved down to her button, drawing it in my mouth, stimulating it with the flickering tip of my tongue, before drawing it into my lips like a miniature penis. My fingers worked with my tongue, to stroke and run my finger-nail in the crease of her lips; wet now with her moisture.
I ran them over Amber's bottom, which obediently rose to let me penetrate the narrow tight orifice of her anal ring. My fingertip felt a moment's resistance then it slid in to her. Only then did Amber cry out.
It was now my turn to feel two fingers slide into me gently massaging my G-spot. I was already close and the smell of Amber's lust. The sheer sweetness of her sex was making me shiver. We were dancers on each other's bodies, licking, stoking and sucking, to a choreography that made us both gasp to each other's torment. I trembled and quivered my body a tensile wire burning with pure electricity. I cried out into her sex my heated breath reverberating back as Amber trembled. We were both close, I shuddered and immediately felt her thighs tense, and her fingers those beautiful fingers. The fire suddenly came in a burst of trembling and moaning, as we both fell over the cliff into the whirlpool of our own orgasm.
Lying now together we looked at each other unable to speak. I shivered as a spasm of vaginal cramp made me wince. Amber giggled as she ran her finger over her wet chin and offered it to me to lick, I did the same for her, and we both tasted ourselves on the skin of each other. We kissed long and sensual, not wanting the moment to end, but Amber without a word suddenly came off the bed to stand and look down at me. Without a word Amber walked to the open door, turned and smiled at me.
Framed in the arch she looked so slender, and so graceful, her tight boyish ass moving with her thighs. I rolled on the bed onto my tummy and wished she would come back. I giggled and parted my thighs inviting her to return. She stopped at the doorway raised a hand and moving into the hallway laughed.
"She is all yours, brothers."
The high five slap of her slender hand against a much larger one made me jump. The huge black guy filled the doorway, in long grey shorts and a blue T shirt that hung from his muscled frame. Tall, he stood there his polished smooth head, squat nose and large brown eyes missing nothing.
"I hope she likes chocolate little sis," he smirked with a grin
"Well brother," Amber said licking her lips, "she is all sugar and spice."
"Take care sis, and thanks" another younger voice came from behind the first black man.
"You too brother," replied Amber with a giggle
The black man filling the doorway made me instinctively tense, his black T shirt hid nothing of his bulk, like the picture printed on it of a smoking Bob Marley, both sets of eyes looked down at me on the bed.
"Come on brother let me have a look at the white pussy?"
"Sure," he said in a deep basement voice, and moved to the side to let a younger slender black man this time in green shorts and a ripped t-shirt stare at me.
