“Ease it out now, Jenn, slow, slow, that’s it,” taking photos all the time. “You ever taste yourself, I mean your juices?” She was somewhat repulsed by the thought but he continued to talk. “Look at all the cream on that fucking thing! It is absolutely covered.” He was right. She saw the large green ridges of the buzzing vibrator was covered with a white, creamy ooze. She could never remember producing that much lubrication before. “Put it up by your face where you can smell it.” She slowly raised the slime coated device toward her face as though she had no control over what she was doing. “Open you mouth just a bit, just stick your tongue out like you are going to lick a sucker.”
“I don’t know Oscar, this is sort of grossing me out. I’ve never done this before.”
“Come on, now. Are you doing this for you or for your husband,” he coerced. “Would Troy like this or not. Think about those photos he took of you and those two boys on your deck. You know he’d love it.”
He was right. Troy would love it. Though it seemed Oscar was softening in his resolve to have her put the gooey green thing in her mouth he said, “Well, ok, then just sort of rub in on your face.” That she could do and placed the still warm vibrator to her left cheek.
“Good, great, now sort of smear it all over your face.” She could feel the goo on the vibrator wetly coating her face as she pulled the thing across her skin and could smell the musky odor of her sex secretions clinging to it. As the tip of the vibrator went under her nose she opened her lips, why, she didn’t know, intoxicated by the wine and all the stimulation perhaps, and took the first inch or two of the goo coated thing into her mouth.
Her first sense was of the rubber taste of the vibrator not of the muskiness of her own secretions. This isn’t so bad she thought and slid a bit more into her oral cavity. Oscar snapped photo after photo as she licked the length of the shaft and then inserted it fully into her mouth as though giving a blowjob. She withdrew it and plunged it into the pit of her sex again and repeated the performance. She looked up to see another black man in white bib overalls standing at the edge of the pool of light of the set. Derek had let himself into the studio.
She looked directly in his direction, Oscar didn’t know at first what she was focusing on, and she slid the vibrator into herself and gave herself about ten deep, fast strokes and writhed in orgasm. She extricated the device from between her pink wetness, sat up and pulled the negligee into place over her body for the little coverage it gave her. “Our male model’s here,” she said matter of factly to Oscar and stood up in front of the couch.
“Sorry, sort of hard not to watch a beautiful woman when she’s performing” the tall, muscular Bahamian said as he strode straight toward her with and outstretched hand seeming to ignore her nakedness. “I hope I didn’t ruin the shoot,” directing the comment to Oscar and then his attention to the nearly nude woman. “I’m Derek, Dad told me you were beautiful but he sort of undersold the point. I didn’t mean to embarrass you but the door was ajar so I just let myself in.” He reached out a hand and took hers as she offered it. “I guess I’d see you naked soon enough anyhow if we are going to model together but I’m glad I didn’t miss those last few poses.”
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