A Little Side Business Pt. 03

I was proud to be standing in front of her at full mast. There was something about her call to sexual liberty that spoke directly to my dick, apparently. We stood dripping, looking each other up and down for a moment.

Tamika said, reaching for my cock, then pausing, "Frank, let's do a little ice-breaker. I see the set is almost ready and so I want you to be ready, too."

"I don't look ready to you?" I said, pointedly looking down at my erection.

"This is for me as much as you, remember." And she placed her hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "Do like me, Frank. Move your hands the way I do." She started slowly touching me along my neck and jaw. I did the same with her, keeping eye contact.

"Drop your barriers, forget everything you know about fuckin' and how you approach a woman." She ran her hands down my arms, then to my sides, then across my ribcage. I felt her warm, soft skin and slid my fingers across her still wet body. She pinched my nipples, I did the same to hers and we both got hard knots of flesh between our fingers.

Then she wrapped me in a hug and drew our bodies close, my cock trapped between us, pressed into her soft, warm belly, a third actor. She said, "Whisper in my ear one sexual secret about you and I'll tell you one, too."

I bent my head down to her ear. "I fall in love with every woman I have sex with."

"Oh you poor lonely, conflicted man," she whispered, sympathetically. "Please don't fall in love with me or, especially, Charlotte. You got to stop confusin' physical intimacy with emotional intimacy." She gave me a particularly tight hug, just helping to confuse me. "My secret is that I'm using this as field research as part of my LCSW training because I want to start a counseling service for women in sex work."

As I tried to digest all Tamika had revealed in both herself and me, Charlotte called us to attend to our work of the morning.

"Are you two ready?" she said standing under the white canvas awning that had been extended out over the patio. She and Rita had wheeled a brass bed under the awning, reflectors surrounding it on the same side as a dolly track. Rumpled violet sheets and a couple of pillows were strewn about the bed. Two cameras sat near the head end, one on a stand, the other on the dolly.

"What we're doing here is getting the lighting right and testing the camera set up. The important thing when filming people with very different skin colors is to create lighting that is as even as possible. So no shadows here. Also, we need to use oil to give definition to your bodies as the camera sees them." She handed me a glass bottle of grapeseed oil, taking no notice of my nudity or my arousal.

"Frank, help me spread this oil on 'Mika." Still dressed, she held out her cupped hands. I poured her a palmful and then one for myself. I stood there looking at Tamika, naked and ripe, rubbed my hands together and began where I'd left off, spreading the oil on her breasts. Charlotte did her back. I said Tamika was a thing of sculpted beauty and the oil only made her moreso. She stood still, arms slightly raised, feet apart as we ran our hands over every inch of her. Charlotte reached around to gently apply the oil to Tamika's face, then her back and her butt. I worked my way down across her belly, her mons, kneeling to smooth another handful of oil into her thighs, knees, calves. Her feet glistened when I was done, every toe shiny, tipped with her lime green polish.

"Do my pussy, too Frank," Tamika said. "Gently, please." So I did, pouring another handful of oil, rubbing my hands together to warm them, tenderly parting her lips and dripping the fluid into every fold. She hardly needed lubrication, she was producing quite a bit of her own. As I finished, the shiny brown girl growled. I stood and smeared my oily hands over my own chest.

"'Mika, get up on all fours on the bed," Charlotte directed, toweling off her hands. "Yes, about midway. Turn about 45 degrees so you're facing to the right of the headboard. Good. Rita, let's get that dolly started about here," she said, indicating a spot just in front of Tamika's head, "We're going to start looking right into her eyes, then move around and along them both, OK? Keep one camera static. I want to film her face the entire time."

Rita bent over the camera, fiddling with the focus as Tamika lowered her chin to the mattress, raising her round, smooth butt in the air. Charlotte stripped off her tee and shorts, tossing them out of sight, then stood by the bed on Tamika's left, quickly rubbing oil over herself.

"Frank, I'm going to say, 'Darling, I seduced her for you. Take her now', and you get behind her on your knees," said Charlotte, "Remember, you're the husband, a powerful man of the world, surprised by the gift of this woman and sharing her with your wife. You've known her as the companion of your children, maybe lusted after her, but she's about to be both your employee and lover."

I walked around the foot of the bed and climbed up, on one knee behind Tamika. Her ass rose in taut grandeur, tight, round, bronzed. I reached to touch her and smoothed my hands around her cheeks, digging my fingers in their firmness. She tightened and pressed back. Charlotte leaned in and took my face in both hands, kissing me deeply, pressing her already stiff nipples into my arm.

Charlotte broke the kiss, removed my glasses, tossed them aside and said, "Rita, start the dolly. 'Mika, really show it in your face. That's what's telling this story."

I was aware of the three women around me waiting for me to perform. I was poised to enter a woman for the first time in a long time, intimidated, too. Not fully erect, I began to doubt myself, negotiating that tricky line between impotence and virility. I rubbed my hands down Tamika's back, pressing my cock against her wet, oily labia as I leaned over her, massaging my way to her shoulders, pressing her down into the rumpled sheets, concentrating on how it felt, like she'd suggested.

I realized that my reality had become so unreal as to be a fantasy and I could disappear into that.

"Mmm, that's good," purred 'Mika, stretching like a leopard, thrusting herself back along the top side of my stiffening cock. It was coming back to me, thank God.

"Looks really good from here," added Rita, her eye on the viewfinder. "Charlotte, the composition at this angle is great." The other camera rolled slowly, panning along our bodies.

As I kneaded the brown woman's shoulders, Charlotte lay her head against my back, reached around and ran her hands across my chest, quickly oiling me.

She eased her hands down my abdomen, along my hips, then pressed between my body and Tamika's, sliding into my groin, her nipples pricking my back. I pulled back and her fingers found me, hard now and slippery. Charlotte gripped me in her left hand and squeezed, pulling me down between Tamika's thighs, then dragged my cockhead up through the girl's soft, pliant pussylips, smearing us together. She pulled me back and came around to lay her cheek on Tamika's ass, looked me in the eyes and said, "I had my mouth on that pussy, darling. Did you taste her when I kissed you?"

She pulled my cock to her mouth, grinning, letting me push in slowly. As her stretched lips eased over my crown she stopped, dropped her hand to Tamika's thigh and her tongue worked me. I reached out a fingertip and traced the edge of her mouth where it met my shaft, gently outlining where we joined. And tears welled in my eyes. At that moment I felt that she was giving me a great gift. I'd been starved so long.

Charlotte rose to her knees again, gripping my pole in her right hand, pushing me back to aim me. Leaning back, I wanted to see my first black pussy. Tamika reached her hand back and stroked herself, running her middle finger in her own juices, sliding her index and ring fingers along the outsides of her fat labia majora. She pulled herself apart, the dark, crinkled labia minora splitting to reveal a shocking hot-pink slit, glistening with moisture.

Charlotte pointed me and urged me forward, socketing me squarely in the brown woman's sheath. I grabbed two hands full of ass flesh and began to slowly drive us together. Tamika pressed back, groaning, grabbing the sheets. Even wet she was tight. Charlotte slid a split-fingered left hand along her ass-crack and down to divide around my cock, then eased back and diddled at Tamika's bung. With her right hand she did the same to mine, smearing the oil and rubbing down along the root of my cock. I was near to bursting already.

But Charlotte padded over to check the cameras with Rita, leaving us frozen. She leaned naked, hands on her knees, thoughtfully watching the image on the screen of the panning camera first.

"You two move as slowly as possible. Frank, I want you to massage her back from her ass to her shoulders. Slowly." Moving to the static camera she said, smiling, "Yes! 'Mika, really let what you're feeling show in your face."

I was kneading my way down her back, tortuously slowly pressing my cock into her as I went. The urge to thrust was great. And she was clenching on the inside.

"'Mika," Charlotte said, "describe what you feel."

"Ahhh," she breathed, as I ran my fingers along the tight skin of her breasts where they squished out from being pressed into the mattress. "He's filling me, pulsing inside me. My thighs are on fire. His hair is scratching me...just right. I feel his fingers in my bones. It's like I've got fingertip skin all over my body and I need to touch, ohh, everything!" She shook her head side to side. "Mmmm, it's like his cock is spreading my hip bones open. I'm losing my breath." And she dropped her head on the mattress, digging her lime green nails into the sheets and pressing back to grind herself into me.

"OK, hold still, "said Charlotte. "Tamika, rise up on your arms." It was so hard not to drive into her. I was tingling from toe to scalp, breathing hard. "Rita let's try the GoPro rig you made."

Rita brought out a long narrow rail and slid it under us from Tamika's head to between my feet. We spread our knees a little to accommodate it and that was nearly unbearable. The cool breeze on my oily balls was a torment, like a tongue.

Tamika begged, "Charlotte, I don't think I can take much more. How long is this gonna be?"

"This film is built around the camera work and your facial expressions. So I'm going to 'fly' this GoPro down along your bodies and pair it with the long side pans, intercut with your face and your commentary to get the tone I'm looking for. Here's where we find out if it works so we can do it right when we do the actual filming," Charlotte said. Having a ponytailed, naked woman with her arms crossed, tap her foot impatiently, watch you have sex and order you around does bring down the heat a little. But just a little. God, I was getting into it, ready to gallop like a stallion.

"OK," directed Charlotte, "The camera is going to glide below you and you two start moving very slowly, maybe one long thrust in and out, then when it gets to the precise spot I want you to come. Got it?"

"HOLY JESUS!" wailed Tamika as I tried to follow Charlotte's direction, pulling out painfully slowly. "I can feel every vein."

I was conjuring images of tax forms and my grandmother as the GoPro eased between Tamika's knees. Pulling out, I paused, her lips pulled full around my glans, then fought my every instinct to plunge balls deep, letting our bodies recouple in minute increments, feeling each millimeter of slippery reconnection like an electric discharge up from my cock, along its root and along my spine. My hair stood on end. We both moaned. Tamika slowly swung her head, mewling through gritted teeth.

"NOW," said Charlotte, "Come for me, baby." And Tamika jammed herself violently back onto me. She shook as she came, legs spasming and I couldn't deny my own need. I grabbed her ass and hooked my fingers around her hip bones, driving myself in deep. She howled, rising up from the mattress as I pulled her back, spiked. All I could do was clench my ass and pull her against me as I spurted over and over. There was no air between us, just oil and lust, my legs getting the workout all the cycling had prepared them for. I put my head back and roared until I couldn't hold us up any more.

We collapsed in a heap and things got dark for a bit. I heard clapping and everything faded away. Then my mom came into my room to get me up for school. "Frank, you're going to be late," she said, shaking my shoulder.

Of course, I'd fallen asleep. It was Charlotte shaking me. "You're going to be late for work, Frank. Get up and get dressed. Good work, by the way. I think we can make something out of this eventually."