Now things are getting messy

The next instruction came from off-screen.

“Anna. Slide down on him. Not just on his cock. Higher.”

Silke slid down. Richard pulled her further. Over his stomach. Over his chest. Until she was sitting on his face. The wizard’s mask pressed against her inner thighs. His hands clawed into her ass and wouldn’t let go. He licked from below.

Wide. Wet. His tongue between her lips, over her clit, deeper, as if he wanted to hold her back. Silke tried to get away. Once. Twice. He held her tight. The music didn’t drown out everything. His mouth smacked. She moaned for real, high-pitched, against the urge to come.

He licked her until she came.

All over his face. Her pussy twitched; wetness spread onto his lips, onto the mask, onto his chin. Her thighs trembled. Her nipples stood hard through the open loops.

Mira spoke with a delay so the sound wouldn’t interfere:

“That was hot. And now lick his face clean.”

Silke slid down.

Her pussy landed on his cock. Her tits on his chest. She licked. Over the mask. Over his mouth. Over what she herself had left there. Dirty. Sweetish. Her own juices. Richard was breathing heavily beneath her.

He grew impatient.

A jolt. He lifted her up and impaled her. Again, without protection. Bare. The thick, uncircumcised cock pushed her labia apart and slid into her in one swift motion. Silke squirmed with pleasure. Sliding back and forth. Wet. Loud. She was such a slut, and the thought of it didn’t make it any better.

She thought of Peter.

Then she thought of what she’d promised. Once he’d come inside her pussy, he could still come inside her ass.

Silke tried to slow down.

Mira had said forty-five to sixty minutes. How much time had already passed? She changed her tactics. Wanted to use her head. Stall for time. Maybe there wouldn’t be time for the ass.

She moaned for the camera, no longer just for pleasure. Too steady. Too calculated. Mira had a hunch what Silke was up to. Mira didn’t like being tricked. “Richard. How close are you?”

“I can still go.”

He had stamina. You had to give him that. Silke suspected Viagra. Then came the fatal line. “We’re shooting the ass scene now, before the cock gets too soft.”

Silke gasped. What was Mira doing? She was going to open her back door to that fat guy right now. Hold out her ass. For what? For a lingerie ad.

Richard reacted immediately. He didn’t ask about the position. A wedge pillow appeared from somewhere. It was slipped under Silke’s back. Suddenly, her pussy and asshole lay exposed in the light. She was naked except for the corset that had held the bows and the cups in place. This was more naked than naked, because what was missing was so emphasized. Her bare tits. Her bare belly. Her spread legs. The small, dark hole above the pillow.

Richard used the time to prepare. Mira did the same to Silke. Mira held Silke in place by first inserting one finger, then two fingers into her ass. With lube. Pressure. Silke flinched.

“You thought you were smart,” Mira said quietly, close to her ear, over the music. “And that you’d prevent giving up your asshole by taking your time. I don’t like being messed with. So now I’m messing with you. He’s just going to dip it briefly into your pussy. And then take your ass. As often and as long as he can.”

And that’s exactly what happened.

He dipped it briefly. A thrust into her wet pussy, just to get his cock glistening. Then he pulled out and aimed for the other hole. The head of his cock pressed against it. Silke clenched her teeth. You could tell he didn’t get this far very often. Probably no girl had ever offered him her ass in exchange for a grade. Maybe the devout ones, because of the virginity thing. Whatever.

At first, he fucked her slowly.

Centimeter by centimeter. The thick shaft stretched the tight hole until Silke let out a sound that no longer sounded like acting. Then faster. His stomach slapped against her. Her tits bounced. The wedge pillow held her open. Mira filmed up close as the uncircumcised cock disappeared into her ass and emerged again, glistening, too thick for anything Silke had ever planned.

He came inside her ass.

Warm. A lot. Deep spurts that filled her from the inside. Silke clawed at the sheet.

“Stay like that,” Mira said. “We want to see the cum run out.”

Silke couldn’t move. The pillow. His hands. The cock, which was slowly softening but was still inside her until it slipped out. A white rim. Then a slow stream from the open hole.

Mira set up a tripod. The shot was steady.

Then Silke saw something she couldn’t believe.

Mira put on a rubber glove. Lots of lube. She knelt in front of Richard. At first cautiously, then with increasing determination, she tried to make him hard again. Mira got her hands dirty and jerked him off so he’d get hard and could start again. The glove glistened. His glans darkened. Silke cursed. Her pussy twitched. This caused cum to gush out of her ass in spurts again.

That was enough. Just five minutes and a little handwork from Mira, and Richard was hard again. Now the worst twenty-five minutes of Silke’s life began. He’d relieved the pressure and, thanks to Viagra, could last a long time. And Silke experienced her first multiple orgasms through anal sex.

Mira handed him a pussy vibrator with a pressure membrane for the clit. Full power in her pussy. Medium power on her clit. Richard inserted the thing while he slid back into her ass. Silke twitched nonstop. Out of nowhere, nipple clamps appeared. Richard attached them skillfully. A metal bite on each nipple. The pain flipped the same switch.

He stayed in every position until Silke came. The change was meant to calm her down before he wanted to thrust again.

Reverse cowgirl. Prone position. Legs closed, extremely tight.

Doggy style with a vibrator in her pussy.

Standing up didn’t work. So once again, legs up by her ears, the wedge pillow pushed back, the vibrator inside, his cock in her ass, the clamps on her tits.

Silke didn’t know how many times she’d come.

One orgasm followed another. Her pussy pumped around the buzzing device. Her ass clenched around it. She screamed into the mask. Real sounds that would be captured forever on video. Richard came two more times.

After the second time, he just stayed inside her and turned the vibrator back on. The tightness and the new vibration made him hard again without him having to pull out of her ass. A few more thrusts. Once more, that full sensation—full, used, and exposed beneath the window.

Then it was finally over.

Richard got dressed. Mira paid him three hundred fifty euros. Silke wondered why he got paid more than the first guy. Because of anal sex.