Photo Finish - 2

By Anya Wassenberg

"Lots," I'm emphatic, as my finger slips inside for the next shot, "solo and otherwise. Actually," as I slip in a second finger, then a third, "Marty and me have done a few together. That's my boyfriend, you know? The guy who let you in downstairs?"

Rick takes the last few shots of the sequence. "You want to do one now?" he asks. "The two of you? Or," and he pauses again, staring at me, "in a while. You got any other lingerie first?"

So I give him the red silk bustier and thong, then the pink see-thru baby dolls. I pull out the blue dildo for the last few shots. Rick's eyes are wide the whole time, almost unblinking, his face frozen into a faintly quizzical expression. I never believe the face anyway, I look for the bulge in their pants if I want to know what they really think, and it's definitely there. I can watch it growing, straining against his zipper from the inside. I do a whole sequence with the dildo – slide it in my mouth, then brush it over my nipples as it vibrates to make them hard. Then the penetration shots, of course, in and out of my pussy a few times, and it slides easily, wetly. I know he can hear the slick sound. I twist the end of the dildo to turn the vibrator off after a few minutes.

"So you want me to see if Marty's up for a quick video scene?" I ask.

"Sure," says Rick, wiping a thin glaze of sweat from his forehead. "Let's take a bit of a break."

I sit up quickly and slip the patent leather mules back over my feet, grabbing a long-sleeved denim shirt that's been thrown over the doorknob to pull around my shoulders. I clatter precariously down the stairs.

"Honey?" I call as I get near the bottom. "Hon?"

Marty's already at the French doors. "Yah babe?"

"He's asking about a video, just a short clip," I say, moving closer to him as he steps into the foyer. I take his arm and smile. "You feel like maybe doing a blow job scene?"

Marty looks back into the living room, at the court show flickering on the TV screen, and takes a sip from the beer bottle he's holding. "Just let me get a smoke," he says.

"Okay hon. See you in a sec." I laugh a little. I find myself doing that a lot, laughing like that when I'm doing a shoot, giggling in a way that seems inconsequential.

Marty nods distractedly. I clatter back up the stairs. Rick's sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space.

"He'll be right up," I tell him, and Rick gets up to change the lighting and check out all the camera angles. Marty's not far behind. I put the miniskirt and blouse back on as Marty sits on the bed.

"Is right here okay?" he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"That's fine," Rick's quick, and he sounds excited even as he tries visibly to mute his responses. "You two just start, and I'll move around you."

I smile down at Marty and rest my hands on his shoulders. I lean over and kiss him, my back arched and legs spread for the camera, and he sets down his smoke to unbutton first my blouse and then my skirt. My bra follows quickly. Marty licks my nipples. Rick's face hovers at the periphery of my vision, following every movement, the camera glued to his right eye. Marty's fingers reach for my panties and pull them down slowly. I lean over farther, and Marty pauses to take a last drag before putting out his smoke. Then he spreads me for the camera. I can't help it here, at this point, blondie gets turned on. She's such an exhibitionist. She's such a goddamn slut, I don't know whether I love her or hate her, but I do let her take over sometimes, because there are some things that she is definitely very good at, a natural, an artiste. My hands wander all over Marty and he kisses me.

"Is that enough?" I ask Rick over my shoulder.

"Hang on," he mutters, then to Marty, "Can you pull her apart a little more? I want to get both holes opened up at the same time."

"People always want those gaping shots nowadays, don't they?" I remark, turning to see Rick's face. "That used to be more of a fringe kind of thing. It's so mainstream now."

"You're right," Rick says, looking up from the camera for a second. "I've noticed that too." Then to Marty, "Anytime you're ready, buddy."

"Sure," and Marty obliges, going above and beyond the call of duty to first open me up, then slip his fingers inside, both front and back. He pulls me apart till it hurts.

"Hold that!" Rick yelps.

I open my eyes. "The face?" I ask, and he nods, so I grimace again, and Rick takes a few shots of my expression.

"Those were great," and he pauses to check the camera's small screen. "Okay," he says, "keep going."

I get Marty's pants undone and his dick's already hard. I lick the end of it, and it responds immediately, getting even harder. Rick's breathing huffs loudly somewhere over my shoulder and past my ear as I take all of Marty into my mouth.

"Mmm.." I start to moan, then for real, letting Blondie slip right into it. Marty seems to take his cue from me, and his fingers stroke my face and pull back my hair, just the way Blondie likes it as she does her thing, all lips and tongue as he likes to say. Rick keeps circling, deep in concentration. I was right about him, this is exactly what he's after. Some of them, they like penetration, but a lot seem to like oral, just blow jobs, endless blow jobs. I always lose track of time here, once I'm in the zone, so to speak, but I know it's got to be going on 20 or 25 minutes. You get the technique right, you can go on forever sucking cock, with none of that numbness of the lips I used to get. Blondie the slut likes it all, right up to the end, when it's more like face fucking than lips and tongue, his hands tugging at my hair.

"I don't know how you do it," Rick says to Marty with some appreciation, "I'd've cum a long time ago."

Marty just grunts, frowning. Guys need their concentration, this is where they're vulnerable. It's the secret I now know about men – they're all scared. To hasten it, I start to massage his balls, squeezing when they get tight and hard in response, taking my finger to stroke the sensitive nerves between his balls and his ass. Just as his dick swells up suddenly - the way they do - I pull away, and the stream falls into my mouth and over my face in an arc, just right.

"Fuck!" Rick exclaims.

I hold my mouth open, sticking out my tongue so he can get a good shot of it. I let a trickle fall down my chin for effect.

"You get that?" Marty asks after a minute or two.

"Yes," Rick says, "yah, I did."

"So I'm finished?" asks Marty.

"Yes hon," and I laugh, wiping my mouth quickly. "I think you're finished." Towels are an essential part of any shoot.

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Photo Finish - 2

By Anya Wassenberg