"Are you coming upstairs?"
"No. I would like to do it here. That's probably how it would happen in a porn movie."
For the time being she was 100% in problem solving mode, so she accepted and came back.
"And you are ok with me filming?" I said, without thinking. Why on earth was I giving her a way out of this!? Luckily, she was still focused on fulfilling her tasks, and after using a second to go through her own process of justifying this she said. "...I am..."
I instantly used this leverage and picked up my phone and started my camera. I wasn't going to give her another life line.
"Ok, undress" I said directing the camera towards her. She looked at the camera, almost sad in her eyes. Then she started undressing. She undressed like she always did. Efficiently. Not at all like a stripper, although I could see that she made a few attempts to be sexy a couple of times. A small hip movement and throwing her hair back. I was about to say to her that she would not make a fortune as a stripper, but I shut my mouth... Anyway, soon she was totally naked.
"Now what?" she said with a shy voice.
She was starting to feel uncomfortable, knowing my camera was on her naked body, that was obvious. She was clearly working against her nature, and I must say I loved the feeling of being able to manipulate her like this.
It was probably wise to keep things happening in quick succession, if not she would possibly think too much, and perhaps pull out of the deal.
I told her to lie down on the table. She looked at me as if she was about to say "No", but she did as I told her. Soon she was on her back, on the table. I was sitting in the sofa, looking up between her legs that were already spread to either side of my body. She was trying to keep her knees together, but I gently pushed them aside. I did not have to use a lot of force, but she definitely did not do it by herself.
This was the exact same setup as I had with Ashley. Within days I had made both Ashley and Terri get naked in the living room, get down on the table and spread their legs. Who would have thought!
"I would love to watch you touch yourself. Isn't that a good start?" I said.
She hesitated. She had never touched herself in front of me before. In fact, I think she had almost never touched herself for sexual pleasure at all. That was at least what she had told me. But slowly her hand moved down and landed on her pussy.
A first it was just there, not moving, but then she started rubbing gently up and down. After a couple of times up and down her hand rested on her clit and she started moving her hand slowly in circles.
My eyes were fixed to this amazing view, but I also wanted to see her face. I raised my head to look. Perfect! She had a tormented look on her face, biting her hand. She felt ashamed and hated it. I, on the other hand, loved it. And I loved that she hated it!
I gave her some time to adjust to the feeling. Not only did she touch herself while I was watching for the first time. I was also holding up my mobile to make a video of it. She was actually making porn! I had to acknowledge that this was a really big step for her.
"Keep rubbing that clit while I touch you a little," I said after a little while.
I started giving Terry gentle strokes up and down her slit with my index finger and middle finger. Each time I was at the bottom, I pushed the two fingers inside. A little deeper for every push. In a couple of rounds I was half way inside and I decided to push the fingers all the way.
She let out a short "Uh.." and removed her own hand.
She was not unfamiliar with having my fingers inside, we used that as foreplay from time to time. She would, however, some times stop me if she thought I was too "pushy". More than two fingers was usually a definite no. And me rubbing too hard on her g-spot was usually also something she would stop me doing.
"No, keep doing your thing," I told her.
She placed her hand on her clit again.
I started moving my fingers inside her. She was not very wet or seem aroused in any way, as far as I could tell. So far, this was pure duty on her part. In addition, her face was still clearly expressing her discomfort.
I would ideally want to go and get some oil or something to lubricate her. But I did not want to stop. I was not at all sure she would still be willing to go on if I left and came back'. So, I decided to do what I knew usually made her wet, although I was not too certain it would work under these circumstances. I found that approaching her with a practical reason to get her wet would maximize my chances of her letting me do what I wanted. Like with her mother Ashley, I was expecting that if I just had a few seconds to massage her g-spot, her juices would be flowing.
"So, honey. I think things would be a bit better if you were more wet. I am afraid you will be sore if we don't get some lubrication in there."
She looked at me with a "Go ahead, continue" look. I decided to be very direct.
"Terri... This is one of those ... unspoken topics between us. I know how to make you wet, using my fingers. And even make you have an orgasm. The problem is just that you usually push me away. You don't say why. You just do. Don't do that now, ok?"
She breathed out through her nose, then took a new breath as if she was preparing for something painful, then nodded her head. She had accepted my reasoning.
My fingers had stopped moving while we talked, but now I started moving in and out again. Every time I moved out I curled them a little, making them push up just behind her pelvic bone.
"Touch yourself some more."
I could of course have used my thumb on her clit myself, but I wanted her to keep active. Obviously to prepare herself for the next things I had in mind for her, but also to make a better video. I was still focused on the mobile camera catching all of this up close. From time to time I raised the camera to get small glimpses of her facial expressions. If anyone had seen her face it would not have been possible to see that she was being finger fucked. Now she just looked concentrated, like she was having a tattoo or having a pedicure.
But I knew her well. If she in fact did not push me away I was fairly certain I would be able to make her wet and open. Whether she would allow herself getting really excited was more doubtful. But I was not concerned about her excitement or pleasure at all. I would rather have her feel the humiliation. At least at first. In a fantasy world she would also get excited and even have an orgasm, but that was not very likely.
I kept fucking her the same way for a while, and gradually I could feel my fingers going in and out more easily. She was starting to get more and more wet and I felt that familiar feeling of her muscles relaxing to give more width and depth for me to penetrate. I kept pushing deeper and deeper, grinding her g-spot harder and harder every time I pulled the fingers out.
Until now she had been breathing quite normally. Or you could say it was even like she was deliberately breathing extra slow too keep calm. There had been no signs of what I did to her having any sexual impact on her at all. Now I could sense a more hectic breathing, like she lost her rhythm when I curled my fingers against her g-spot. There was still something controlled about it. It was like her mind was trying to work against her physical reactions. I kept adding more and more force on her, while moving my fingers in and out faster and faster.
Soon it was more clearly confirmed that she was not only getting wet, but also sexually excited. I could hear Terri breathing heavier for every time I fucked her with my fingers. Her face had the expression of hard labor, and her lips formed a silent "no" from time to time, indicating there were things happening to her that she did not really accept or want. As a contrast, a couple of times I thought I could see her hand rubbing her clit with a little more enthusiasm before she slowed down, from what seemed to be her noticing her own actions. Was she seriously touching herself for her own pleasure, and not just for my viewing pleasure? That had NEVER happened before.
And then, when I was at my deepest with my fingers and grinded them towards the front of her hole, Terri made a sound that made my entire body tingle. It was a rough, hoarse sound coming from deep within.
"UUUUUuuunnngggghhhhh".
I had heard this sound only a few times before. As I wrote in the in the first chapter, there had been a couple of times where Terri had abandoned the conservative, sexually inhibited woman she usually was in bed, and was turned into a woman consumed by her sexual feelings.
This sound was impossible to misinterpret. Still, I decided to give it a little test to be absolutely sure: I kept doing the same to her a couple of more times, before I put down my mobile and reached for one of her nipples with my hand. I placed it between my thumb and index finger and started squeezing gently. Terri did nothing to stop me. I squeezed harder. And harder. Soon I was squeezing her stiff nipple with all my force. I pushed my other hand deeper than I have ever pushed it and pulled as hard as I could on her nipple, to see what happened. Still no signs of her trying to stop me. She let out another "uuuuunnnnggghhh" and moved her hips to push even harder down on my hand. Ok. This was it! She was in that state I had only experienced a handful of times before. And it was even building. This was going absolutly off the hinges! This was definitely not something I had anticipated.
