afterthought.
“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.
“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time, I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.
“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”
“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.
“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission -- it wouldn’t be right.”
“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”
Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.
“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…
“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around -- those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing -- riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet cunt in the first place.
I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.
“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.
“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”
Chapter Five
She had to explain what she meant again, of course -- who knew there were so many strangely named sexual positions? -- and before I knew it, Kurt and I were lying on our sides on the bed, facing each other.
“Now wrap your arms and legs around each other -- twine yourselves together,” she directed, getting the camera ready. Kurt pulled me close, and I pressed my face against the hard planes of his chest, afraid to look into his eyes. He smelled so good, like leather and musk, and hot, aroused man, it was hard to think. I knew I should be apologizing for getting him into this, but I couldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him. I was afraid that he was mad at me, and frankly, I wouldn’t blame him if he was. We had gone a lot further than either one of us had intended to, and all because I wanted the chance to work with the famous Lisa McKenzie -- something which probably didn’t seem too important to Kurt.
“Okay, Mel, throw your leg over Kurt’s.”
“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.
“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time, I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.
“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”
“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.
“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission -- it wouldn’t be right.”
“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”
Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.
“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…
“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around -- those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing -- riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet cunt in the first place.
I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.
“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.
“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”
Chapter Five
She had to explain what she meant again, of course -- who knew there were so many strangely named sexual positions? -- and before I knew it, Kurt and I were lying on our sides on the bed, facing each other.
“Now wrap your arms and legs around each other -- twine yourselves together,” she directed, getting the camera ready. Kurt pulled me close, and I pressed my face against the hard planes of his chest, afraid to look into his eyes. He smelled so good, like leather and musk, and hot, aroused man, it was hard to think. I knew I should be apologizing for getting him into this, but I couldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him. I was afraid that he was mad at me, and frankly, I wouldn’t blame him if he was. We had gone a lot further than either one of us had intended to, and all because I wanted the chance to work with the famous Lisa McKenzie -- something which probably didn’t seem too important to Kurt.
“Okay, Mel, throw your leg over Kurt’s.”
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