I was on my third glass of wine when Sarah suggested it, but the alcohol is not to blame. I was as sober as a judge the evening I walked towards her house. It all began when we were on one of our midweek girly night outs, doing what we always do, sitting in a quiet corner of the pub, having a good old chat. Inevitably, a fair chunk of the conversation was about sex and what we got up to with men. I had just finished telling Sarah about my latest man. His name is Alex, and he just loves doing it in front of mirrors.
“We tried videoing ourselves at it once.” Sarah giggled into her glass.
I went into amateur-sex-therapist mode. “It’s said to be a good aphrodisiac if a couple watch it together afterwards.”
“Oh, we did that. In fact, we played it back straight away. It was awful.” She laughed loudly and almost lost her balance as she rocked back on the bench seat. “When he set the camera up, Chris zoomed in too far. And basically, we fucked our way out of shot.”
The word “fucked” pricked up the ears of three older guys at the bar. All three heads turned our way. We smiled, and quietened things down a bit.
“You obviously needed a cameraman,” I whispered.
“We certainly did. Maybe next time, eh?”
“Imagine that, having sex while a strange man films you.”
“Yuk.” Sarah took a gulp of wine. “No, it would have to be someone I knew, preferably female.”
“Well, don’t look at me,” I joked. The trouble was, she was looking at me. And what’s more, she had a mischievous glint in her eye. I knew what was coming.
“Why not?”
“Well, because . . . Anyway, you’re not serious.”
“I am.” She was leaning forward and speaking quietly. “And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fucked in the same room as you.”
“That was different.”
“Yes, but it was fun. And I know you were watching my guy fucking me while his mate’s head was up under your skirt. I’ll never forget the loud noises you made when you came.”
The memory of that night brought an involuntary grin to my face. “Yes, I did enjoy it.”
“Well, it certainly sounded that way.”
“I can’t help it, I’ve always been noisy. That’s what orgasms do to me.” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. I tried to suppress it by taking a slurp of wine. All that did was make me cough, splutter and laugh, all at the same time.
“So, it’s game on, is it?”
Suddenly, I stopped laughing. “What, me filming you and Chris?”
She stared me in the eye. “Yep. I know you want to, so why not say yes?”
She was right, the idea did appeal, but I couldn’t actually do it, could I?
An extremely uncomfortable silence followed. It was Sarah who broke it. “It doesn’t have to be too serious, just a bit of fun. And you haven’t said no yet, so I know you’re considering it. Please say you will do it.”
“OK, then,” I said over the top of my wineglass. I felt my Adam’s apple jerk as I gulped a slug of wine down my throat. I looked over to the three men at the bar, and was thankful they were too preoccupied with their own conversation to have overheard the arrangement we had just agreed to.
And so there I was, walking the short distance to Devonshire Avenue with a few butterflies in my stomach, and my longest coat covering a nurse’s outfit. It was an outfit I wore at Sarah’s request. It was Chris who pulled open the front door, wearing a white coat, and with a stethoscope around his neck. “Ah, nurse, I’m glad you could make it. Let me take your coat.”
I slipped the coat off my shoulders and passed it to him.
“Sarah’s upstairs.” He gestured for me to go first.
I understood his motive perfectly. Like all fantasy outfits, my nurse’s dress was short, and my panties skimpy. Here goes, I said to myself, not really believing what I was about to do.
My guess is that Chris was following about four steps behind. I had felt his eyes on my backside many times before, but I doubt if his face had ever been as close to it as it was at that moment. I felt anxious, and I felt incredibly naughty.
When we were about halfway up, he unexpectedly spoke from behind me. “You have a very nice arse, nurse.” My shoulders flinched a little.
I composed myself and said, “I’m glad you like it, doctor.” A tingle of excitement shot through me.
At the top of the stairs, I turned left into the main bedroom. The camera I had practiced with over the weekend was sitting on a tripod, pointing at the bed. Two standard lamps with translucent shawls draped over their lampshades were positioned either side of it. Combined with the ceiling lamp, they produced a good, but soft light.
Sarah was sitting up on top of the bed with her back resting against the headboard. She was wearing a satin and lace baby-doll nightie.
I stepped behind the camera and set about my work.
“Good evening,” said Chris, as if he had never met Sarah before.
“Good evening, sir.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Of course.” Sarah smiled. “That’s what you’ve paid me for.” That was when I realized she was going to play the whore, not the patient.
He settled onto the bed, and his right hand went onto her thigh.
“Ooh, you have very soft hands,” said Sarah.
I zoomed in on her mischievous face and loosened the tripod handle. Slowly, I panned the shot downwards, over her bulging breasts, past her stomach, and onto the fingers stroking her thigh.
“I bet you have a nice pussy,” murmured Chris. “I want to feel it.”
His hand started going that way. Sarah opened her legs to give it easy access. I zoomed back to take in her face. It was then that I noticed the bulge in Chris’s trousers. It had to be captured. As I filmed the close-up, Sarah eased the zip down, and helped his stiff cock out into shot. Taking it into a tight fist, she started to milk it, expertly putting in a little twist with each stroke. His foreskin moved backwards and forwards over an engorged, purple helmet.
By zooming out a little I managed to bring the white triangle between Sarah’s legs into frame.
“Suck it, please suck it,” demanded Chris.
“Oral without is extra, sir.”
“Suck my cock. I’ll pay whatever it costs.” He was sounding desperate.
“OK, sir.” Sarah leaned towards it and ran her tongue over the tip, licking off a globule of pre-come as she went. Her lips wrapped around the head and moved on down. Not quite believing it, I looked over the top of the camera to check how deep into her mouth she was taking his cock. She was doing incredibly well.
With her mouth still going up and down, she moved herself round so her arse was pointing straight at the camera. Her hands went in search of her knickers. I was watching through the viewfinder as she struggled to remove her panties; her knees wobbled on the soft mattress as she did so. It certainly added a touch of realism to the film. Once they were round her ankles, she shook them off each foot in turn.
Sarah’s glistening pussy swayed as she continued the oral scene. Her bum cheeks were stretched a little, affording the camera a wonderful view of her butt hole. Being a porn camera-girl was certainly making my juices flow.
They played out that first act well. It was followed by one where they ripped each other’s clothes off.
The fucking started in a reverse cowgirl position. The camera caught close-ups of her pussy going up and down over his shiny wet cock, his balls pulled up tight beneath it. Her tits bounced in rhythm to the fucking. Their breathing grew heavy, and then the dirty talk started.
“That’s it, fuck me, babe. Fuck me real hard,” grunted Chris.
“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard your cock will hurt.” And that is what she did – she fucked him really hard. Her arse slapped against his stomach. It looked and sounded incredibly filthy.
After that, it was into the doggy position. Holding onto her hips, Chris slid his cock into her cunt. While he was pounding her from behind, he started probing her anus with a finger.
“The lube’s on the bedside table,” said Sarah invitingly.
Without disengaging, he leaned over and reached for the tube. After removing the cap with his teeth, he squeezed out two big blobs. Both hit the target perfectly. He started working it into her hole, and eventually eased his finger all the way in.
“Can you take two?” he asked.
“Do it,” responded Sarah.
He stopped fucking her for a moment, and moved her round to give me a better angle. Slowly, he pushed a second finger in, stretching her open. Sarah groaned through clenched teeth. Chris kept both fingers still inside her as he started to fuck her pussy again.
“Oh, baby, I can feel my cock inside your cunt.”
“So can I. And it feels gorgeous.”
They were certainly putting on a good show. My pussy was heating up, and my panties were getting exceedingly wet. It was too much; I was desperate to be fucked, but I had to carry on filming.
Their final fuck was in the missionary position, with Chris pounding her hard. His tight arse muscles and bouncing balls were a sight to behold. Sarah was panting and groaning like a good whore should, though she certainly wasn’t faking it. I hastily removed the camera from the tripod and went round to the side of the bed. I wanted to catch their faces as orgasms swept through their bodies, but they misread my direction.
Sarah opened her mouth and licked her top lip invitingly. Chris withdrew and shuffled up the bed. With the head of his cock only inches from Sarah’s mouth, he started to wank.
The excited look of anticipation across Sarah’s face took my pussy up to boiling point. It almost exploded as one wave of spunk after another shot out of Chris’s cock. Sarah managed to catch a lot of it in her mouth, the rest made a complete mess of her face. The drop that hit her left cheek, and trickled down into her ear, was a cinematic masterpiece.
The biggest surprise of the evening came when I was securing the camera back onto the tripod. Sarah had crept up behind me. Her hand went inside my knickers, and onto my dripping pussy. “What are you doing?” I asked, but without resisting.
“Don’t pretend otherwise, that must have turned you on big time. I can tell you’re yearning for some action.” She had read my mood perfectly. My knickers were already on the way down my legs. I stepped out of them. “Lie on the bed and let me eat you.”
I put up no resistance. I did as I was told. I lay on the bed and presented my pussy to Sarah. Her mouth moved towards it. The way her tongue teased the tops of my thighs was like no foreplay I had encountered before. By the time that tongue had licked my pussy what seemed like a hundred times, my clit was gagging for it. But my clit did not get it. Her tongue delved deep into my cunt, her mouth rhythmically sucked my labia. Moans and groans started to drop out of my mouth.
Suddenly, Sarah pulled away. “You seem to be ready for my colleague now.” She stood up and licked my juices from her lips.
I turned my head sideways. Chris was standing there with a condom on his hard cock.
He was already climbing onto the bed when he asked, “Are you OK with this, nurse?”
“Yes, doctor, I am.”
“Your pussy seems to be ready for the insertion.”
“Oh, it is, doctor.”
The sight of his cock heading in the right direction was almost enough to make me come then and there.
“Breathe in.”
I inhaled deeply. As air filled my lungs, his lovely cock filled my cunt.
“Ooh, I say, your pussy feels rather good, nurse.”
“And your cock feels . . . huhmmm . . . rather wonderful, doctor.”
“This shouldn’t take too long.”
“Take as long as you like . . . whooo . . . doctor.”
“Let’s see if we can’t speed things up.” It was with those words that he started to bang into me. The pantomime was over; the serious fucking had begun.
“Oh, you fucker,” I moaned.
“Ooh, your cunt is absolutely, fucking gorgeous.”
I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of my cunt being pounded, and the sensation of my juices trickling into my groin and on towards my butt hole. I could feel his pubic bone slapping into mine, and hear the faint slurping of his cock reveling in my wetness.
“I am going to come,” he groaned.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I was very close, but not close enough. “Yes, yes, keep fucking me.” I was starting to shout. “That’s it.”
“You have a lovely cunt,” he exclaimed.
“Keep fucking it,” I implored. “Oh my goodness, I’m coming.” His cock spasmed inside me, my cunt convulsed around it, my legs twitched, and then my entire body shuddered. “Ooh, fucking hell.” I was now loud enough to be heard at the bus stop down the road. “Oh yes, aaagh, fucking hell.” He stopped thrusting, and held his cock inside me. “Fuck me, that was so fucking good . . .” My voice tailed off. “So fucking good.” Our eyes met and we both smiled.
He pulled out and rose up onto his knees. The condom was hanging from his drooping cock, his load stretching it downwards. “Well, nurse, that seemed to go rather well.”
“Yes, doctor, it did, didn’t it?” I whispered. “Can I have another appointment?”
I looked up to see the red light glowing on the camera, and Sarah standing naked behind it.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I put in a new disk for your bit. You will be able to do whatever you want with it.”
“Can just us two girls watch both films together on Saturday night?” I asked.
“Of course,” replied Sarah.
“Good, I’ll bring along a vibrator.”