It’s not that we were lying, not exactly, when we said that we didn’t film in the private areas of the house. But the truth is there are cameras everywhere. They’re just not turned on in the private spaces. You see, we want people to feel comfortable so that they can relax and kick back while enjoying our hospitality.
And Kyleigh, god Kyleigh. We absolutely have cameras in her suite, and I’m so fucking tempted to let them roll. But that would be wrong if we didn’t tell her about it first.
That first session with her was amazing. We knew we had a virgin on our hands, so we didn’t get into some of the more depraved acts that are our specialty, for example, double-stuffing, double penetration, and anal. There’s time for that later. Instead, we fed her one dick at a time, pushing her to take our length and girth, letting her feel the difference between us. Because yeah Roman’s longer than me, but I’m wider. We love a girl who can accommodate both of us with no complaints.
But it’d been amazing to pull out our dicks afterwards, glossy and shiny with her cunt cream, only to see the tell-tale rings of red at the base. It was the evidence of her virginity. Fuck, it made me so possessive, knowing that this little girl belonged to us, and had never belonged to anyone else. I wanted her to ride my dick again and again, to stretch that little virgin twat, to trash it even at this early stage, and then to give her another pussy full of semen.
But of course we couldn’t do that. Kyleigh was going to be sore from taking two massive dongs, and we wanted her to be able to walk and enjoy life at Litchfield. Because there was a lot to learn, and this was only an introduction to the celebrity life.
So we pulled out and put her to bed, gently kissing her on the forehead, pulling up the sheets to tuck our sweet little sister in. She fell asleep with a gentle smile, looking so innocent and child-like, although she’d just taken two two men deep inside.
Roman gave me a look as we headed downstairs.
“You think she’s ready to see the tape?” he asked.
“Nah. Well maybe,” I wavered. The thing about TV is that you have to be able to watch tape of yourself without cringing. You have to be able to watch reel after reel, hours of yourself doing all sorts of things, observing with a critical eye to stamp out the idiosyncratic habits that all humans have.
And the best way to get started is to watch yourself having sex on film because it’s like a crash course. Body parts are flying, and sex is by its very nature messy and vulnerable. Seeing tape of themselves helps women become more objective, and to observe themselves more from a viewer’s perspective. As a result, it breaks down a lot of barriers in one fell swoop.
Plus, we wanted to get there with Kyleigh. Perhaps if we showed her the tapes of her first time, we could advance to the next level immediately by helping build her confidence and releasing her inhibitions. But who knows? Even if she’s a quick study, it’s not guaranteed to make her a pro in one sitting. All we can do is wait and see.
God, thoughts of my beautiful stepsister nude and flushed are making my dick hard again …