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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Two friends make a plan to find and fuck their ideal cock, and capture it all on video. | ||
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I watched the screen, a close up shot of this beautiful cock pulsing with the mushroom head just inside a puffy pink pussy. The entire shaft flexed as it shot another load of cum. The camera stayed in focus as a another load of cum surged through the veined flesh of this man. The creamy white cum was already starting to seep, running along the glistening outline of the stretched pussy lips, down to her ass. “That was so hot!” I was still watching. The man gradually withdrew, leaving behind a gaping, cream filled, girl. “I know, tell me about it.” Emi, my partner in crime, was the engineer and director of this little flick. “Damn, I think my panties are all wet!” I had dug my finger in deep rubbing my clit with my thumb since the start. “Seriously, tell me about it.” She continued to pry. “What?” I pulled my eyes from the closing seconds of the video. “What was it like? . . .” A few weeks back, Emi and I were watching porn on the web, looking for point of view footage and lusting for cocks. The nice ones, cut, clean, hard, ones the stuck straight out rather than curved in some curious directions, ones that were proportioned just right, two hands worth, at least a full grip around and tan. Not too much to ask for and we did find some to our liking. Problem is, they were all on video, not something you can ride or enjoy. We wanted them inside of us. Trick is, you can’t just go up to some guy and say, ‘Hey, can I see your cock?’ Emi, on the other hand, was in the business of seeing cocks and even said she found a few that would fulfill my fantasy. The caveat; confidentiality and professionalism. The legal side of things prevented her from hooking me up. . . or did it? Still, it sparked an idea. Maybe I could pretend to be her nurse and at least get a glimpse of these so called fantasy cocks. Fate played into our hands, or more appropriately, Trevor did. Emi, planned it out and mentored me on the basics. It had to be believable to some degree but I was growing impatient. That is when Trevor made an appointment. One week away. Once Trevor walked into the room, the game was on. Emi started with the formalities before introducing me as her assistant. He was a cutie and standing there in his boxers stirred more than just dirty thoughts. I was drooling waiting for the moment when he would slide his boxers down his muscled legs and allow me to see his manhood. I wondered whether it would be erect or hanging there between his legs. I even wondered how big his balls were. Did he shave? “If it is alright with you, we will forego the sheet this time so that my assistant, Jima can participate.” I heard her, but was so focused on Trevor’s crotch. Stunned, motionless and definitely speechless, I stared as he shimmied his boxers down. A trimmed hairline lead to the base of what I wanted to see just before the long hanging cock presented itself. Down his boxers went, the curtain to the show was had been opened. “Wow.” I whispered, not thinking about where I was. “Jima?” “Oh, my apologies.” I felt flush being caught red handed. “Forgive my assistant.” Emi was such the professional. “It’s alright, it’s a little embarrassing, but after all the school physicals, I am getting used to it.” His alter ego jumped a little. Teasing me. I could not believe he agreed to us filming this as a documentary. Emi had the camera in place and started filming as soon as she asked him to remove his boxers. She was getting it all on film. Once he stepped out of them, I approached put the ruler along the side of his cock and read the measurement. “Flaccid, 17 centimeters." My hand slid over and under, gently cupping his balls, lifting them up, adding his cock to the weight and raising it up to eye level. Heavy, massive looking resting on my hand. I massaged them for a bit before letting them rest. His cock stayed, pointing directly in my direction, bouncing a bit as it continued to get harder. “My turn to apologize.” Trevor’s voice shook. I think I caught him off guard. I did not reply, just ran my hand up his shaft to the swelling mushroom tip. Good firmness already and definitely a more than a hand length around. My mind was racing and my pussy was dripping. Emi was guiding me through the exam she had conjured up and Trevor was buying into the whole thing. Feeling the shape of his testicles, tracing the bumps and veins, and finally going back down to his perineal area just behind his balls. He looked fully erect. Again, I placed the ruler along his length. “Erect, 20 centimeters.” “Trevor. Are you alright?” Emi actually sounded a bit concerned. “Yes why?” He fidgeted a bit as my hand continued to play with his cock. “Last time you measured 23 centimeters.” Was Emi serious? I looked at his cock again. Clear cum had formed at the tip. As subtle as I could, I swiped it off with my finger and snuck a taste. “Sorry, just a bit nervous.” “Maybe Jima can help you with that.” That was my queue. Without waiting for a protest from Trevor, I grabbed him and stuffed it into my mouth, devouring him, desperately pushing him to the back of my throat. I couldn’t down him right off, but with a few more tries, I was able to take him all the way in. The hot saltiness pressed against my tongue. Stretching it along his length was all I could do to keep from gagging. I could hear his gasps as I swallowed him. With a hum and slight of motion, I stroked him with my tongue and throat. He was thick and I could not catch my breath forcing me pull away. A few deep inhales and I took his entire length down. Again, I needed some air. This time I was reminded of my duties and used my hand to stroke him while I lined up the ruler. “Erect, 21 centimeters.” “Still not there. Let’s have you take a seat over there Trevor.” Stunned and a bit confused, he stumbled over to the chair. This was it, the make it or break it part of the plan was about to unfold. I opened up my white coat and let it fall to the floor, immediately sliding my panties down as well. For a moment, I froze. The air was cold, but it wasn’t why I paused. Something inside of me wanted him to take a look. Kind of like timing, waiting for the right moment. Once I had his attention, I moved forward. In one fluid set of movements, I placed my foot next to the chair, stepped up and placed the other foot up on top. For the camera, I reached down, stroked his cock a few times and positioned it just right. I was able to let go without breaking the kiss my pussy had on the tip. Once I knew the camera was in place, I eased myself down. Almost timidly, I took in the first few centimeters. I felt the stretch and then the throbbing heat of his mass. I teased, down and up, down further and up. I wasn’t sure how long it would take, band I needed time to get accustomed to his size. My pussy swelled and trembled as it worked its way inside of me. It was taking too long, or so I thought, but I endured for the sake of cinematography. My mind was already unsteady and by the time I felt his stubbled skin against me, my clit sparked my first orgasm. My body responded on top of him, convulsing, as I pressed into him for balance. I pulled up and felt my pussy twitch. Another gasp from me before I slid back down. This time he gasped. I was lost in he feeling of him driving through, into my belly, touching me in place I didn’t realize a man could. That is until Emi decided it was time to see if her little experiment worked. Two orgasms in and I had to pull off. Either he was too nervous to cum or needed medical assistance; no man could last that long. I really didn’t care if it meant I could get off on his cock. “Erect, 24 centimeters.” “Impressive Trevor. Looks like Jima brings out the best in you.” By now I had taken my place on the examination table. Ass to the edge with my legs bent back. Emi, walked Trevor over to me. She whispered something to him just before getting the right camera angle. It was his turn to have control, and under Emi’s guidance his cock easily found its place, ready to penetrate me once again. Even with some creative license he teased to the point where I was bucking my hips, lusting to get more of him. I couldn’t believe his patience. I was dying and even tried to wrap my legs around him and force him to make the plunge. But his strength kept him shallow, letting his cock probe me, feeling every centimeter of me, letting me feel every centimeter of him. I came before he was even completely inside. And just for kicks, he made me cum once more, just as I felt the soft tip of his cock kiss my cervix. But that was the end of his finesse. Once his balls pressed against my ass, his wanton lust took over, rearing back, like a windup of sorts, and just before he hammered it in he paused. A slight smirk dimpled his cheek. Reminded me of that moment when you feel the wave catch the board, the moment when you know you caught the wave; and then he thrust. So much so, he forced a grunt from me. He pounded my pussy, pulling and pushing me as his hips lay down its assault. Again, I came, screaming, clawing at him, raising myself to grip his ass and pull him into me, trying to hold him deep inside of me. But I couldn’t keep it up and collapsed onto the table. Shaking from his thrusts and from my own climax. It was too much. I wanted him to cum, needed him to cum. And just like that, he began his ascension. Erratic, out of breath, moaning, clenching my hips, he was getting close. He slid in, pulled back and groaned a throaty yell. He dove deep inside, I felt the twitch of his cock, and an instant later, it exploded, sending its heat into me. He eased back, leaving the swollen head buried. Expecting him to push back hard I braced myself, but he held it there. Letting the camera capture the pulses, letting me feel the cum shoot inside of me, filling me up and then oozing out from the pressure. I felt the warmth trickle from me. It was hot, oh so hot. For a moment, I was not sure what to do. His cock was still alive, giving up the last of what it had. A few more brief moments of life, the last kicks. Then is began to soften, leaving me wanting more. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture it, what it would look like as my pussy relinquished his cock. Trevor didn’t say much. Pulled out the stirrups and rested my feet on them before stepping away. He whispered something to Emi before grabbing his clothes and leaving. “. . . Honestly?” I forced myself out of the memory and back to Emi’s question. “No, tell you what. Next time it’s my turn.” Emi smiled. “Next time?” |
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