Jemima's Tale Pt. 04

Part 4 - The Excitement of Being Watched

I rid myself of my bathrobe, noticing Emma checking me up and down when she thinks I wasn't looking, and we have a toast or two to guilt-free and mutual pleasure. Compliments are exchanged politely and, just before I could start to begin feeling weird, Steve stands up, his robe drops to the floor and his tall naked presence floods through my senses. I go to him immediately, urgent to enfold myself in his strong masculine presence once more...

I am vaguely aware that Emma has got behind the camera. My boyfriend wraps me in his arms and kisses me full on the mouth, with true passion. Despite myself, I forget all about Emma and the camera, moaning with pleasure when his leg pushes between mine and finds my own excited organ, bulging beneath its grey silk covering, before leaning into it with a delicious, knowing, firmness.

Steve holds me into his left shoulder, my head back to meet his insistant kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, the palm of his his right hand presses between my legs, rolling my stiff prick to and fro through the front of my french knickers, making me catch my breath in his mouth and urgently drop my own hand down between us to find him in return. He is already completely erect, the swollen shaft falling naturally into my hand as we continue to kiss and I gently wank him, pulling the hard prick slightly away from his body and teasingly rubbing the moist head against my smooth tummy.

Then his hands are under my peignoir, round my waist, sliding his palms down beneath my silken underwear, roaming licentiously over my bottom cheeks, pulling me to him until my breasts press into his chest trapping my hand around his prick between us. I know I am making him hot.

Imprisoned in grey silk, my prick rubs against the side of my own wrist and makes me want to explode, there and then, into my luxurious new panties.

It amuses Steve to see me like this and he grins down at me: "I think we should demonstrate to our guest just who's in charge, here."

Natural as anything, although we have rehearsed for the benefit of our guest, Steve turns and sits down in one of the bedroom chairs. It is plain straight up and down, with no arms to get in the way.

"Take that off," he indicates my peignoir.

Emma's eyes are wide with uncertain excitement over the top of the camera as I slide it from my shoulders and move towards him. Steve pauses momentarily to reach for a pat of butter from the hotel tea tray, then, running his hand down my right outer thigh, slides it under my stocking top.

"You know the score," he orders, pointing at his lap. I move to obey my master.

I lower myself acquiescently across his knees, supporting myself on outstretched hands and stiletto toes. At the small of my back, I feel a forefinger hook into the waistband of my knickers and pull down - just enough to uncover the cheeks of my bum. My new suspenders stretch tautly over my full round bottom, perfectly displayed over his naked upper thighs. I feel his taut erection pressing into my left hip - I am already hard as iron pressed into his warm flesh.

Blood rushes to my head and one after the other - slap! slap! slap! - six strong slaps set my naked bottom cheeks trembling, I moan a little and wriggle a bit, not because of any discomfort, more for the visual effect on Emma - and on Steve! Smack! Smack! Smack! Another six and I feel some warmth growing across my exposed rear. I am starting to get into it now, eagerly awaiting delivery of my next batch of punishment, but it seems that that's it for the moment. Steve's hand rests propriatorily on my behind, now and then a wayward finger naughtily digs down into the crevice of my bottom crack and I hear him asking Emma if she also enjoys being spanked... I am finally allowed to get up, re-adjusting my knickers and rubbing my bum with perhaps a little dramatic license.

We can all see quite clearly what I'd just felt pushing up eagerly into my tummy - my boyfriends lovely cock, now rising up into the air, nice and stiff and ready for me

While Emma resets the camera I climb onto the firm bed and position myself on hands and knees - for my video debut proper, I want my lover to take me from behindI I spread my knees wide apart and wait. My heart is thumping in delicious anticipation. Steve retrieves the squidgy packet from my stocking top and the sound of him carefully opening it makes me quiver inside - I have no doubt as to what it is for!

I feel Steve's finger, warm and slippery with butter, slide up inside the wide leg of my french knickers and press into me, casually but definately skillfully, opening me up. His ease with such an intimate act arouses me even further and I receive the warm libation with unashamed pleasure, murmuring with delight whilst wriggling back against the probing finger. He smears the contents of the packet into my open anus, lightly pushing and circling inside, until I am dripping with smooth, slick butter.

His proud cock standing up between us my handsome blond boyfriend kneels up between my legs. With one hand he holds my hips steady, position himself ready, with the other he pulls the crotch of my knickers to one side, pressing his weapon between my open buttocks, letting me feel his desire and powerful male strength.

"Please...", I whisper, shutting my eyes, the better to savour the feeling of being a heartbeat away from being entered and taken by my man...

Part 5 - Jemima - As Totally Revealed as She Could Be

I can see it over and over again on the video, if I choose to, as often as I wish:

I'm lying tied face-down over a stack of gold and red pillows, spread-eagled width-ways across the crimson sheets, with the headboard on my right and the mirrored wall to my left. My feet stick over the right edge, my head and shoulders are level with the opposite edge.

I remain grateful that for now at least, my face is turned away, out of view. I am still wearing my lovely grey bra, suspenders and stockings, but my french knickers and stilettoes have been removed. Totally exposed to the viewer, the camera dwells on my raised buttocks, lingering over the pink and glowing curves before zooming right into the gaping crack between them. The rosebud of my anus is clearly visible, glistening with moisture in the rosy bedroom light - the insides of my thighs are streaked with similar shiny droplets reflecting back into the all-seeing lens.

I feel myself blush profusely once more at my own total shamelessness - obviously I had been the recipient of an utterly enjoyable and successful fucking and didn't care who could see me, collapsed wantonly across the bed, proffered backside virtually dripping with the plentiful residue of my lover's sperm. It is completely degrading and so incredibly erotic...

Steve had held me firmly round the waist, feeding his stiff cock into me until I literally begged him to stop. Whether it was the presence of the camera or not, my boyfriend seemed possessed, ploughing into my arse like a demon while I writhed and panted like a bitch in heat All the time, Emma videoed us, getting her first real-life glimpse of what happens when you are taken by a man. Her frilly pants had done a good job of keeping her modesty concealed, but I knew that seeing me tied across the bed, pressed into the supporting pillows with my bare buttocks pounded beneath the impact of Steve's powerful frame, shuddering with each vigourous thrust of his maleness into my body... well, it could not help but be having an effect, if her flushed face and big sparkling eyes were anything to go by, at least...

I felt like a total, utter, slut - not only letting myself be completely and masterfully shafted in front of Emma, but being captured on videotape for future enjoyment.

"Er... if you could undo me, I'll go and clean up a bit," I suggested weakly.

In answer, my boyfriend bent down close to my head, saying "Not just yet, I think Emma would like a bit of fun too, eh?"

Part 6 - Two Ends for the Price of One.

While my mind absorbed this sudden change of plan - I had never failed to make it extremely clear that I was not comfortable with other people participating in our lovemaking - Steve reached down into his travel bag and pulled out a thick, double-ended dildo with a bulbous glans at either end. The artificial prick was made of slick, spongy latex and flared towards the middle where a pair of rounded fake testicles bulged obscenely. It was around two inches round and maybe 16 inches long and obviously intended to be big enough for two!

Steve was in his element now, he moved the video camera on its tripod, angling it to encompass the whole area of the bed. He turned to Emma, "OK, panties off," he instructed.

She blinked at him for a few moments through her large, thin-framed spectacles then moved to obey. Still tied across the bed, I wondered if these new events were as much of a surprise to her as they were to me... I watched her blushing and fumbling, pulling the frilly knickers right down her thighs and around her ankles. She gingerly stepped out of them. Above her stocking tops, her soft prick lay nestled in a triangle of downy hair, pale round balls peeping out from underneath.

I knew how Steve's mind worked and knowing she had never done this with anyone before obviously heightened the already considerable erotic charge for him. He took a palmful of vaseline from the bedside cabinet and carefully lubricated both ends of the phallus, handing it to her. "That end's for Jemima," he said, eyes were sparkling, "...and that end's for you."

To my amazement, I watched her kneel awkwardly on the end of the bed, between my prostrate legs, and prod the latex prick against my upthrust, sticky, rosebud. Although annoyed that I hadn't been consulted, I had to admit that watching Emma nervously sliding one end of the long, heavy dildo up into my bottom, knowing that it would be her turn next, was quite arousing.

On the video I can see myself wriggling against my bonds, sighing luxuriously and helping as much as possible to get its entire length inside me. I can relive my sharp intake of breath as the flared end slides definately into me, then I feel the base of the central bulge rubbing between my buttocks, indicating that the whole 8 inches are right inside me.

At the same time my boyfriend is suddenly standing before me...

"A special treat for a thirsty girl," he smiles, full of surprises tonight, and lowering his glass to his waist pours champagne all over his cock and balls. It runs down his hardening shaft in golden rivulets, shining and sparkling in his pubic hair. Even though he is making me do such degrading thinds, my heart is so full of him and his beautiful body I could cry.

He steps close to my face and reaching down, lifts my chin, raising my head up into his groin. Unabashed, I watch myself once more preparing to pay the ultimate homage to the masculine sex, my midnight lips pouting and fluttering wickedly over the large, glistening, head before taking the beautiful stiff column, pale and veined like pure marble, right into my mouth.

Gratefully I suck the tart, fizzy liquid from the moist shaft swirling it around the inside of my cheeks, "Mmmm-mmm!" I murmur appeciatively around the slippery width, instantly feeling him growing even bigger with the vibration.

On the video I can clearly see myself, sucking my boyfriend's prick yet another time, my lips a black oval of delight, my face smiling as I enjoy playing with the proud organ, teasing and tantalising, lovingly working up and down the stiff shaft, exploring the thickness and weight of him, licking the engorged glans before enclosing it with full, whole-hearted, caresses of true adoration.

By now my head was bobbing up and down quite considerably, but I could still glance left and see in the mirrored bedroom wall - Emma taking a huge gulp of champagne - as if joining me in tasting the delights of this mans rampant cock. She was still holding her end of the dildo up, every slight movement transferred along its length into my trembling anus, standing with knees spread wide and bent, angled to present her delightful rear to the dildo's lubricated head. Up round her waist, her frilly maid's skirt is short enough to see everything.

Hesitantly she begins, impaling herself on the upthrust sex-toy, as slow and delicately as she can; every movement, every tremor is transmitted down through the dildo into the inner depths of my body. I moan round my mouthful of cock, feeling Emma's cool buttocks bump against mine. Leaning firmly back against me, a cute little gasping noise from behind heralds the last invading inch of dildo pushing deep into her rectum. I feel the pressure increase inside my own burning hole and I murmur appreciatively, excited by the thought that Emma is now feeling the same exquisitely exciting weight nestling snugly up inside her stretched entrance.

I take a risk, unable to help myself, and turn my head to the mirror: gazing back along my body, between my own spread legs and behind the hard shaft of my own erection, to see our two backsides nuzzled together, separated only by the thick plastic bulge of our shared impalement. A shiver of pleasure whispers through my stomach at the sight of Emma's small shaven balls, not to mention the juicy-looking hard-on curving nicely up over her skirt - the excited organ was well proportioned and quite thick - it was obvious that she really was getting turning on. As I watch, her right hand moves to her groin, fishnet-covered fingers wrapping themselves round the stiff shaft bobbing beneath her PVC-clad stomach.

I seize the opportunity to lean forwards slightly - as much as the cords allow me, in fact. I deliberately pause for a moment before rocking backwards, once more pressing against the cool, giving roundness of her bum and consequently working the dildo a little deeper into us both. A second, similar push and she gets the idea; I suddenly feel her, hesitantly at first, meeting each fresh nudge with a countering push back against me.

"Oohh that's nice," she whispers, enjoying the doubled impact between her buttocks.

I continue to suck the shaft bobbing in my mouth like my life depends on it, and I feel her bottom move in a different, additional rhythm and I glance back to see her rapidly wanking herself with firm, excited, strokes of her fist. If I could have grabbed my prick, I would have come feverishly all over the bedclothes just listening to her breathing...

I make myself concentrate then, feeling my lover tensing with an approaching orgasm. Looking up beneath a canopy of mascara'd lashes, I watch his face as the feeling builds - I can tell that he has really excited himself looking down at our sweaty, lingerie-clad forms, naked backsides riveted together with his double-ended present - and sure enough, his hands come down to grip my hair, his hips shuddering with a short jerking motion that heralds the climax I'm waiting for.

Releasing him from my lips, I pullmy head back and open my mouth wide in front of the straining purple glans, awaiting my reward. I am so close I can see the muscles in his shaft bulging with effort. Suddenly he comes and I open wide, catching the squirting sperm in my mouth and onto my eager tongue. One, two pulses of creamy ejaculation and I quickly close my mouth round the swollen head and literally suck on the sticky, throbbing, shaft. Salt-liquid sperm mingles with the echo of champagne and I close my eyes and am in heaven...

Seeing that moment again on the screen, I remember how good it had felt, swallowing his come while my arse frenziedly slapped against Emma's, the dildo battering my insides, my muscles clenching around its hot, stretching, width...

A sudden flurry of motion from behind me and suddenly the whole weight of Emma's lovely backside presses heavily against my buttocks. I feel her entire body shudder. "Ooohh," moans a little voice - I open my eyes to try and look but see only a close-up of Steve's muscled stomach.

On the video she looks beautiful: a pretty french maid all in stockings and heels, bent forward at the waist with bare white bottom completely speared by the slick pink dildo protruding from her partners raised backside. Her little fishnet fist works deliriously between her legs and she desperately thrusts herself back onto the pretend cock that is fuckng her so wonderfully. Her head rolls back, her hips jerk and she climaxs with a gasp of total pleasure, exploding prick spraying thick blobs of spunk all over her hand and skirt, and dripping down onto the sandy-coloured veneer of the floor.

Steve's satisfied prick begins to soften in my mouth and I finish licking every last drop from my lovers organ when a small upside-down hand slides hesitantly up between my spread and aching thighs and wraps itself timidly round my straining erection. Excited beyond belief, I enthusiastically thrust my hips forward, pushing myself fully into the enclosing, sperm-damp, fingers. Once... twice... three-times... then unable to help myself, I give out an enormous groan of pleasure and explode into her fist. 22 year-old Emma is getting quite an education tonight!

Part 7 - A Surprise Deflowering

I was probably naive, when I think back, but I truly never thought he'd do it.

Sitting on the toilet, wiping myself dry as much as possible, the giggling started. There came a series of sliding bed noises, then a soft cry of "No, wait!", followed by a gasp of pain. I stood up, flushed the toilet, came out of the bathroom and saw them there, on the bed.

I remember thinking at the time 'now I can't be with him any more' and 'how beautiful she looks' and feeling angry, sad and weirdly enough, incredibly privileged to be able to see them. I guess that was when I discovered that I really was quite romantic at heart.

I didn't think of picking up the video camera and filming until too late - it wasn't the first thing on my mind at the time...

Indeed, Emma did look breathtakingly erotic, lying on her back beneath my boyfriend, wearing just bra and stockings, with her blonde head arching back to meet his in a frenzied open-mouthed kiss. Pale, bare arms clutch his neck for dear life, smooth legs in black fishnet wedged straight up in the air, trapped against her lover's outstretched forearms. In the perfect position for deflowering, she is totally and intimately open to him, her soft white buttocks raised up high into his groin and prised wide apart by the stiff pumping erection of the only man I'd ever let know the real me...

I felt immediate disappointment and pure sorrow for myself: 'he doesn't want you any more' and 'that was the last time you'll ever get to be fucked'... How could the wonderful, incredible, sex we had together have not been enough for him?

All the trust that I had shown in revealing to my lover, all the exciting, forbidden, things that I desired with a man obviously counted for nothing against the lure of breaking in another naive virgin with a pretty behind...

Those big beautiful eyes are closed but I can see the sweat on her forehead and I can just make out vestiges of tears on those powdered cheeks. The man above her rocks repeatedly back-and-forth into the very core of her body and she shivers and moans into his mouth, making strange little panting sounds - more like pain than excitement. Above Steve's pistoning backside her bare heels wave helplessly in the air. Unconsciously she begins to wince in time with the thrusting, invading, cock hammering inside her and it suddenly dawns on me that she is actually surprised to find that she isn't enjoying it at all.

At that moment, Steve pauses. I know that look and it means that this is going to be quick and all about his pleasure (...but sometimes that's just what you want in a man...); briefly looking straight down at her tearful, scrunched-up face, he shifts his weight back onto his knees, almost totally withdrawing from between those stretched and parted buttocks, before sliding his hands down to grasp her firmly round the waist.