"Her name is Athena. I wanted to keep the Greek mythology thing going... Athena Kiss," he said dismissively.
"With all due respect, Jack, I think it was Aphrodite that was the one who fell in love with Adonis, not Athena," I said, a little bothered with the fact that a perfect stranger was trying to pick out my name.
"You may be right, Miss Mya, but Aphrodite doesn't go very well with 'Kiss', now does it?" he replied shortly. I don't think I'll be liking him very much.
"Alright, people! Places! Ten minutes to showtime!" Jack yelled loudly, ignoring the fact that he was already using a megaphone, and turned towards the crew. My heart felt like it was gonna explode.
Angelo grabbed my hand and pulled me to a secluded area. "Okay, Babe, this is it. There's only a few rules while you're on camera: 1) Never, ever say my name, 2) Act as if there are no retakes, just go with whatever happens, 3) You can't redo a male cumshot, make the first one good, and 4) Don't be self-conscious, everyone who is watching the video is horny as hell and you can do damn near anything and they'll still get off to it," he said seriously, I tried my damndest to remember everything he said but I couldn't make any promises. He pulled me into a hug, "I love you, Mya and no matter what happens on set, nothing will change that."
"I love you, too," I said quietly, pulling him down for a kiss. Soon, the soft kiss evolved into one that was much more intense and lust-driven, he attacked my mouth with his and I bit and pulled on his bottom lip until he groaned. He dropped his hands to the front of my robe and untied the belt. I shrugged myself free of its confines and let it fall to the ground. He reached behind me and roughly squeezed my ass, giving it a sharp slap. I moaned in his mouth.
Before long, Jack was yelling at us through his megaphone, snapping me out of my trance. "Save some of that intensity for the camera!"
The script was weird, I was supposed to be masturbating wanting someone to fuck me and 'bam!' out of nowhere, Angelo or Adonis was supposed to appear to grant my wish by knocking on my door. It made sense and I suppose if it wasn't for me being in the movie, it would be a pretty hott idea. Though it made no sense for me to be wearing what I was, if I was wearing that, I wouldn't be home alone masturbating!
I was completely nervous about this whole thing and I was especially nervous about being the one who started the scene... without Angelo. Before I sat down on the couch, he grabbed me possessively and kissed me, again, making me forget my inhibitions. "Make me fucking want it," he said gruffly, smacking my ass so hard that the pain turned to fuel and radiated to my pussy. I nodded biting my bottom lip. I sat down on the couch, thinking of nothing but Angelo. The set reminded me a lot of being on the stage for my seventh grade talent show... the lights were so bright, I couldn't see any of the onlookers, none except for Angelo who stepped closer.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Action!" Jack voice shouted over my lustful thoughts. I laid back on the couch and began to caress my thighs, imagining them to be Angelo's large hands. I rubbed my hands over my over-exposed cleavage and took deep breaths. I turned my attention back to my thighs, ignoring the cameraman that hovered along my body, letting the camera sweep wherever my hands touched. I slung my left leg over the back of the couch, spreading my legs wide. The cameraman stood at the foot of the couch, no doubt getting a closeup of my covered pussy.
I ran my hand sensually down my stomach, to my pussy as my other hand pulled my panties to the side, giving my audience their first view of my bare pussy. I bit my bottom lip and used both hands to spread it wide for the camera. I could feel my body gaining heat, causing me to be a little less shy. The aroma of my arousal filled my nostrils, making me moan quietly. I began to tease my clit, making the moisture make my pussy glisten in the bright light. I gently inserted two of my fingers into my hot cunt, angling my hips upward so they stroked my g-spot with every plunge.
I felt my pussy clench on my fingers and I knew that I was close. I began to moan louder and louder and I finger-fucked myself with more urgency. I opened my eyes and looked at Angelo as I brought myself to ecstasy. His cock straining uncomfortably against his jeans, making him so uncomfortable that he had to stroke it through the fabric to be able to adjust himself.
Soon, the room filled with the sounds of my ragged breaths and moan as the orgasm overtook me. My pussy spasmed and I squirted my juices all over my hand. I laid there for a minute, catching my breath when I heard a knock on the 'door'. I made a face that said: 'I wonder who that could be, ruining my afterglow.' I got up and walked to the door as the knocking grew more persistent. "Who is it?" I shouted, trying to make this as convincing as possible. There was no reply. I cracked the door open and saw Angelo, in all his glory standing on the doorstep, just as he'd been the day we met only this time, his eyes burned with desire.
"Who are-," I began, only to be silenced by his lips crashing into mine. This kiss was no sensual one, rather it was rough and lust driven. His fingers reached behind me and unlaced the corset, it fell to the ground. He traced his fingers slowly down my spine and smacked my ass again. My blood was boiling for him... I needed him. Without another word, he pushed me on the couch and flipped me over, my ass in the air. He ripped the black g-string off with no effort and put it in his pocket.
He then started his assault on my pussy from behind, flattening his tongue and licking it from clit to base and shoving two fingers inside. I let out a moan as my pussy beckoned him deeper inside. He nipped my ass cheeks, leaving small, red spots all over and squeezed them tightly. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. "Stand up," he commanded. I did so and he took my seat on the couch. He grabbed my left hand and rubbed it along his cock through his jeans. He was soo hard and I wanted nothing more than to please him. "Take it out," he said gruffly as he leaned back into the couch.
