Mitch the Cameraman

Mitch was ensnared in the little trap set out for him. There was no denying he had every intention of doing whatever the naked woman before him wanted him to do. The promise of some sexual relief was a mere bonus to closing the deal.

Mitch took the camera and set to task as Nicolette directed.

“That's it my little camera boy. Let's focus on how that hussy sucks that big black cock. Look how happy she looks to be sucking that fat pole.”

Now, as Mitch began focusing the camera as directed, he began feeling the pangs of jealousy, mixed with humiliation. He could clearly see how enthusiastic his, once pristine, wife was servicing the cock offered to her. He could sense that she was no longer fighting any of this, but rather, was now a willing participant, partaking in this interlude without any regard of his presence. Nevertheless, there was this weird part of him that took a certain amount of delight, being so close to something so wicked, and the view through the camera only heightened his thrill.

“That's it! Zoom in real close and focus on how her lips stretch around that thick black pole.” Mitch followed the directions whispered into his ear, from the naked lady standing behind him. “Look at how his cock is shining and shimmering with her spit, growing bigger and bigger.” Mitch allowed himself to be moved slightly by Nicolette, capturing some of the glistening light from the light in the room.

Brenda was partially oblivious to her husband's presence, drunkenly in the throes of passion with the black stallion she had coupled with earlier in the evening. She knew what levels of ecstasy he could take her to, and she was **** to go there again. She eagerly bathed, suckled and tongued the loving shaft, coaxing it, not only to its full potential, but to offer her another taste of his heavenly seed.

“Oooh! Yessss...” Nicolette hissed into Mitch's ear. “Look at how her tongue snakes out and curls around it. Look how it cradles the mighty beast, inviting it, and drawing it into her open, waiting mouth. Listen to how she moans, loving each and every moment of it.”

Mitch could not escape the words Nicolette spoke, nor could he deny the truth that played out before his eyes, captured on the camera. Every single bit of it was true. Brenda was idolizing the ebony monster, begging it to consume and destroy her. The mere heated passion alone, was enough to cause his cock to twitch uncontrollably within his pajamas, aching for freedom and release. Yet it was Nicolette that continued to direct his focus, making sure to capture every lurid detail of the debauchery on camera.

“That's such a beautiful sight, his black spear, contrasting against her lily white face.” The interracial tones were vividly captured in high definition detail within the viewfinder. Mitch found himself at the mercy and direction of Nicolette, now with her bare breasts pressed into his back, her hot voice, still whispering in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Brenda was becoming increasingly aware of the voyeurs presence, and their activities, but it bothered her none at this moment. Her body was ignited with passion and the flames were burning so intense, that reason had long disintegrated into ashes in her brain. She redoubled her efforts at satisfying, not only her urges to quench the flames, but to also bring satisfying and immense pleasure to the idyllic god she was servicing. She wanted him inside her as deep as he could humanly go, and so she set forth bobbing on the delicious demon, hungrily growling as he filled her.

“Oh my,” Nicolette cooed. “Look at how she's taking him deeper and deeper. She's going to try and take him all the way down her throat!” Little did Nicolette and Mitch know she had already practiced on her partner, and was more than capable of handling the task at hand. “Zoom in real close and see how much further she needs to go.”

Brenda overheard Nicolette's order and made it her mission to take his entire being all the way down her throat. She drew in a deep breath and eased the flared tip to the very back of her throat. Inhaling one last time through flared nostrils, Brenda relaxed her muscles and plunged deeper, taking nearly the entire length in. She wanted to prove it to Nicolette, but more importantly to herself and Jermaine, that she could take all he had to offer. She came back off the pole then slammed herself right back down on it, her lips pressing forward to touch the base of his cock.

“Ohmigod,” Nicolette hummed. “She did it! She's got the whole thing down her throat!” Nicolette pushed Mitch closer to the action, the camera mere inches from Brenda's face. The image of her throat muscles rippling to accommodate and milk the mighty shaft. “Make sure you get this all on camera. This is amazing!”

Mitch was beside himself. Brenda had so wantonly succumbed to her fate, and had transformed before his very eyes, into the slut that Mac had warned she'd become. There was no gun held to her head, no threat of ****, no muscled **** applied. No! Brenda was willingly performing, eagerly wanting to please, hungrily devouring, the finely sculpted specimen before her. He knew he should be upset, the knot in his stomach told him so! However, his straining cock and the swirling sense of excitement in his head made him yearn for more. He too succumbed to his fate and continued to allow Nicolette to direct him, her promise of relief lingering in the distance.

Jermaine had been patient for too long now, allowing things to progress slowly. His own excitement had been building for quite some time and he was now very near releasing his first load of the evening. He had enjoyed watching the lesbian tryst between the two ladies, but now it was his turn to savor the delights Brenda offered once again. The love Brenda was administering to his cock was having a positive effect, and he could sense the change in her attitude, her desire, her sexuality. The eagerness which she portrayed was stoking his fire and he knew he would not last long. He wasn't sure he wanted to cum so soon, but knew Brenda wanted him to. Her ministrations were no match for his resolve, and the fact that the head of his cock was now plundering the depths of her throat, were making his heavy laden sac tighten with anticipation. Unable to hold back any longer, Jermaine reached down and gripped Brenda's head with both hands, steadying her and readying her for a thorough throat-fucking.

Nicolette knew what was coming next, hurriedly re-positioning Mitch to optimize the camera angle and get the best shot of Jermaine's cock slamming into Brenda's mouth, his balls slapping noisily against her chin, her nose pressed lewdly into his groin, her eyes watering, her mascara running in streaks down her face. “This is what we call the 'money shot.' Make sure you capture it in detail! Watch her throat bulge!” Nicolette was beside herself with wicked glee, feeling like a true movie set director, making Mitch get all the shots she knew, she'd like to see in a good movie. This wasn't going to be some half-baked home shoot. No, this was going to be her masterpiece.

Jermaine was now slamming his entire length into Brenda's throat without a single objection or cry on her behalf. She welcomed the ****, eager to satisfy the burly brute and to show him she was completely at his mercy, willing to take all he had to give her. She needed what he had to offer, and she was willing to do anything to get it.

It wasn't long thereafter that Jermaine began sweating, beads of perspiration rolling down his forehead and his torso, his heart racing to keep up with the tempo of his thrusting hips, thoroughly fucking the face of the blonde bimbo beneath him. The warm wet confines of her mouth and the tightness of her throat squeezing his shaft, were destined to ignite his inner fires. Jermaine bellowed out, his cry of thunder, reverberating through the room, shaking the walls. One last final thrust, burying himself so that he could go no deeper, Jermaine held Brenda to his belly, suffocating her as his thick rod pulsed and throbbed, thickening his already swollen girth, just before the thick creamy liquid jettisoned from the tip. The anaconda spit its contents with great ****, the waves clearly visible traveling down Brenda's throat as she gulped load after load, milking and massaging his length until he had no more to offer.

“Whew! That was H-O-T … HOT!” Nicolette purred into Mitch's ear. “God I am so wet from watching that. Wanna feel?”

Mitch turned away from the climax to glance at Nicolette, who had her left hand buried between her legs, eagerly dipping several fingers in and out of her own burning cauldron. However, the distraction earned Mitch a slap to the head from Nicolette's right hand. “FOCUS … little boy! Keep the camera on them, not me!” Mitch cringed, as the slap actually hurt, turning his head back to the duo on the bed.

“Capture every little detail. Look how she's still suckling on that masterpiece, even though she drained it dry. Look at her face, not even a single droplet escaped from around her lips. Look how happy and content she looks. Look at the way her eyes are focused on her lover and his cock!”

Nicolette's words, stung as bad as her slap to the head. Mitch was unable to dispute any of the details Nicolette was making sure he not only saw for himself, but that he captured on film also.