Jaimie Gets The Cream – An Erotic Fantasy Part 1. Category: Long and satisfying
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Welcome to Part 1 of ‘Jaimie Gets The Cream.’ After my true story about playing with fire out on the streets, this is a fantasy story which was originally published in two parts in May 2024. I published a musing editorial prior to the story where I mulled over the whole ‘headspace’ aspect of semen and, especially, the fascination that it holds for me, as a woman. I might re-publish it at some point. For now, here is an erotic fantasy that I wrote exploring the idea of being covered in it. Tissues at the ready!
1
The phone call took me by surprise. I was in my room at my shared student house and settling down for an evening of trashy TV. It was getting towards the end of term and I was running a little short on cash. I had been invited to the pub for a drink (it was Friday although my friends did not need it to be a specific day of the week to hit the boozer) but had cried off with some lame excuse. Not exactly ‘I’m staying in to wash my hair’ but not much more inventive than that.
I was just finishing off a small supermarket pizza I’d fished out of the freezer and the last glass from a bottle of pinot which had been in my fridge since last weekend. Hardly a rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, I thought.
I didn’t recognise the number.
‘Hello?’
‘Hello. Is that Jaimie?’
‘Yes. Who is this please?’
It was a man called Steve. This man and I had a mutual acquaintance, namely, a booking agent at the modelling agency who had recruited me to his books, and then got me a job doing a spread for a certain well-known British ‘top-shelf’ magazine. You know? The one named after that exclusive part of London? Yeah. That one. (note: This is, in fact, a true aspect of the story: I did do a shoot for a well known British ‘girly mag’ while I was at university.)
I had enjoyed myself doing it and made a bit of money which had been a welcome boost to my dwindling student finances. The art director of the magazine had been very pleased with the pictures and wanted to book me again. I had told him that I wasn’t sure that I wanted to make a habit of it but would give it some thought.
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The agent and Steve went back some way. Steve had seen the pictures which I had done and thought they were fantastic, he told me. He had been in the industry for many years and had a fledgling adult movie studio which he was building up. He thought there was a definite market for a British studio making adult movies with the same production values as the big American studios.
I was quick to assure him that I had no ambitions to be a porn star.
‘Jaimie, Jaimie! Hear me out. Honestly, I think you might be interested. So, look, I know that you’re not sure if you want to do any more of this sort of work but let me tell you about this project..’
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The brief did not sound excessively demanding. I would have to dress sexily, obviously, but a professional stylist would prepare me. They might put me in latex, probably, maybe. No final decisions had been made yet though. I’d need to flash my pussy. Maybe by arse; nothing more than I hadn’t already done for the girlie-magazine shoot.
I would not have to fuck anyone and that was important. The point of the scene is that nobody got to fuck me. I had to be unattainable. There would be men, of course, and I would be required to touch them. Steve was thinking that I might wear latex gloves as well so I wouldn’t actually be touching them.
If I was interested, Steve wanted to invite me to come for a camera test next week.
I was about to, politely but firmly, tell him that I wasn’t interested. He mentioned the fee that they had in mind. This was reflective of the fact that I was an unknown but also reflective of the fact that I had a look that would be perfect, he said, namely young, tall, and doe-eyed.
It was enough cash to give my wardrobe a significant overhaul. Within half a minute we agreed on a mutually convenient date and time for the test shoot. Yes, my travel expenses would be reimbursed whether I took the job or not.
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That night I struggled to get to sleep. I was in agonies about whether this was something that, in a few years’ time, I might either be glad that I agreed to do or deeply regret. There didn’t seem much room for anything between those two possibilities.
When I did eventually fall asleep, I had a vivid dream where I was both the performer and director in a porn film, calling instructions to myself as I romped on a film set with a seemingly limitless number of men
‘Action’ I heard my voice call so I began walking, All I could see was white. White walls, floor, ceiling. I was wearing white latex. A mini-dress with matching white heels. I wriggled a bit to pull the hem of the dress up and felt my pussy with a couple of fingertips. Wet. Good.
I pushed the fingers into myself, withdrew them, and put them into my mouth. I sucked, noticing without surprise that they tasted of porn-star martini. How appropriate, I thought, I am a porn star after all. It’s no wonder that I would taste like one.
Looking up from my fingers I noted that I was now surrounded by a small army of men who had seemingly materialised from thin air. They all had bland, non-descript faces and they were staring at me. They were completely naked apart from trainers and socks on their feet. All of them had erections which they were stroking whilst they looked me up and down.
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I found that there was now a chaise longue right behind me. It was also pure white.
My voice came again, disembodied from somewhere off-camera.
‘OK, Jaimie, I need you to act like a total fucking whore now. You need to completely embarrass yourself on film so that everyone can see what a nasty filthy slut you are. It will be all over the internet and everyone will be ashamed and disown you. Well? What are you waiting for?’
I immediately slid the dress up so that it was around my waist. Sitting down on the chaise I reclined, spreading my legs, and began to play with my pussy, lasciviously licking my lips while I finger fucked myself. One finger, then two then three.
‘Come on then’ I cajoled the erections, ‘I want your cum. Show me it!
Instantly the cocks began to twitch and jerk and shoot strings of white semen in my direction. Gallons of it everywhere. Some of it was hitting me, splashing on my shoes. I was laughing hysterically even as I frenziedly frigged myself.
The walls and ceiling had disappeared and now the action was taking place in the shopping precinct of my hometown. The naked men still surrounded me but I saw passers-by looking through the circle of masturbators with expressions of utter disdain and revulsion. Towards the back, looking over the heads of the ejaculators I saw the faces of everyone who knew me. My parents, siblings, friends, and students from my course. They looked at me, watching everything with narrowed eyes, whispering to each other even as I shook and moaned to my orgasm.
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I woke suddenly. My heart was thudding. I was bathed in sweat, and I felt an uncomfortable mix of arousal and shame flooding through me. I wanted to immediately send Steve a message to say that I had changed my mind and wanted out. After catching my breath, I decided to sleep on it and, by the morning, the promise of a wardrobe refresh had pushed my misgivings firmly to the back of my mind again.
The following Thursday afternoon I arrived at the address in North West London which Steve had given me. The building looked pretty non-descript from the outside. It looked like it might have been a repair garage at some point. In fact, I later learned, that is exactly what it had been, chosen because of the large clear floor area inside which had been turned into a studio and several side rooms, including a couple of offices, showers, changing rooms, etc.
I had asked what I should wear and had been reassured that it didn’t matter: wear what I felt comfortable in. I had picked out a powder blue ribbed mini dress which I wore with a denim jacket and a pair of pink Converse high-tops. I couldn’t have looked more like a student if I tried.
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I was greeted by an attractive man in his 40s who introduced himself as Steve. He was warm and friendly and I took an instant liking to him despite the rampant nerves which were doing their best to wreck the serene image that I wanted to project. Steve took me through to a large office, painted entirely in pristine white. Several huge, square lights were suspended over the room giving it an over-lit glow. He introduced me to the two other persons present; Melanie, his chief stylist and also his wife, and Liam his cameraman. Liam was a younger guy, not that much older than me I guessed but looking totally nonplussed. Melanie was a beautiful woman, around the same age as Steve; petite, with an hourglass figure and long straight blonde hair that reached halfway down her back.
Melanie disappeared out of the door while Steve checked some basic personal details (date of birth and so on.) She returned with a tray and on it an ice bucket with a bottle of something interesting and three glasses. ‘Champagne?’ She asked cheerily.
‘We were so pleased that you agreed to come and speak with us, Jaimie. We thought that you looked perfect for this scene. Don’t worry, we are not assuming anything, we are just happy you are here. No pressure and if you decide it’s not for you, we are still pleased to have met you.’
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I was seated on a large white leather sofa. Melanie poured a glassful of fizz and handed it to me. ‘You know Steve and I met in this industry? We were both performers for some years. The first time I met him, about 30 minutes after saying hello he was balls-deep in me!’ She laughed. ‘It’s certainly a great ice-breaker. You have to work a bit harder on the romance after a start like that though!’
I had no idea what to say but was very aware that I was blushing.
‘God – she’s blushing!’ Said Steve. ‘She’s absolutely adorable!’ said Melanie. ‘I’m sorry babe, you’ll get used to it. There’s not a lot of room for being shy in this business but if you could keep looking like it that would be fantastic!’
I looked at Liam who was fiddling with one of the three cameras which were set up on tripods facing the sofa. ‘He doesn’t drink when he’s working’ Said Steve. ‘Pretty boring huh?’ Liam just rolled his eyes and carried on fiddling. After a couple of minutes, he completed his checks on the tripod-mounted cameras and picked up a large, impressive-looking camera which he slung onto his shoulder. He fitted his eye to an eye-piece, flicked a couple of buttons then gave a thumbs up to Steve. ‘Good to go.’
9
‘So, first things, first, Jaimie,’ said Steve. We’ve told you a bit about us. Let’s get to know you a bit better.
What followed was an interview about my sexual preferences and experience. Despite their friendliness, I could feel myself colouring up and stumbled over my words a bit. I was sure I was blowing this. I downed my fizz and Melanie instantly topped it up. She smiled. ‘Drink up, it’ll help with the nerves.’ I took her at her word and sank half the glassful in one gulp. Melanie recharged the glass again.
I began to feel pleasantly light-headed. My tongue was also loosened and soon I was happily answering the questions of these complete strangers about topics like what my favourite sex position was; had I ever had sex with another girl, and did I like it? Did I enjoy anal sex and so on?
It was chatty and a bit woozy and sexy. I looked at the artistic black and white nude photographs on the walls of the office. I wondered how the screen test was going and whether they thought I had what they were after. I had mentally spent the fee which we had discussed. A certain leather biker jacket had my name on it.
Having apparently completed the questionnaire part of the interview, Steve asked if I was up for doing some movement for the camera.
‘Just to see how you move and how you respond’ he explained.
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‘Are you OK in heels?’ Asked Melanie. I nodded. She took my size and went out of the room. A couple of minutes later she returned with a couple of shoe boxes. ‘I went for some stripper platforms and some which are a bit classier. I don’t see platforms for this scene, especially with how tall she is anyway, but see what you think.’
I obligingly tried on the two pairs of shoes. The ‘stripper’ pair were patent red and had what must have been a 3-inch platform. I teetered around towering over everyone in the room, the platform and heel (which would have been at least 5 inches without the platform) made me about 6 and a half feet. Steve laughed. ‘That might be a good look for another scene but I think you can have too much of a good thing. Height, that is.’ He laughed again as I plonked down on the sofa and set about changing the platforms for the alternative option. These were white patent pumps. The heel was still very high but I felt less of a freak as I tried a few steps up and down in front of the sofa.
‘They actually look really great with that dress’ Melanie mused as they watched me. ‘If you don’t mind we need to see you without it though.’
I had been expecting this but my mouth still was dry as I hooked the two shoulder straps off and wiggled it down over my boobs and hips. The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. I had fortunately had the foresight to at least wear some sexy black underwear; bra and thong.
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‘Lovely! Said Melanie approvingly, to Steve: ‘isn’t she?’
‘Yes, very, very nice.’ Turning to Liam: ‘What does the youth vote think?’
Liam looked at me completely deadpan and replied; ‘yeah – I would.’
‘Twat!’ Said Melanie. ‘Don’t take any notice of him. It may not seem like it but by his standards, that’s practically a declaration of love.’
Melanie had me strike a few poses and walk up and down ‘in your sexiest, most provocative walk.’ I tried this a few times while trying not to giggle.
‘OK, that looks fantastic.’ Said Steve. ‘Now, we’d like to do a bit of contact work if that’s alright with you? Don’t look so worried! Back in my day you’d be told what to do and someone would check with you afterwards if you’d been OK with it! Can’t do that these days, of course! So, here’s the deal: Firstly, nobody is going to stick anything in you. We are going to need some physical contact though. Are you OK with being touched, boobs, bum and so on?’ I wasn’t at all sure, but I reminded myself where I was and why. If I was going to shrink away from someone feeling my boobs I was not going to get a part in a porn movie. I nodded.
‘We’d like to see you naked, shoes excepted?’ Again, a nod of assent.
‘We’d like to see you handle a penis. Just to check that you are not going to go all squeamish on the set.’
Liam chuckled to himself.
I felt myself reddening but nodded vigorously in an effort to look more confident than I was feeling. ‘Yes, absolutely fine.’
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Melanie touched my arm and ‘We don’t know if we’ll try this, and it depends on how we get on with other stuff but, would you be fine if I touched your pussy? We’ll take it in stages but I would also like to masturbate you and some kissing as well?’
My mouth dropped open. This was not entirely unexpected, but it was suddenly very real with this smiley, beautiful older woman standing in front of me.
‘Um, yes, sure.’
I felt myself blushing furiously.
‘We’d love to see how you come.’ She explained. ‘I certainly would. I bet Liam does too!’
Liam snorted.
‘Yes, yes. That’s fine.’
‘OK, great!’ Look, if at any point you change your mind or are uncomfortable with what is happening, say so and we’ll pause and discuss. No problem.’
‘I’ll need some heels too so I can reach!’ Melanie said, laughing. A quick trip next door and she returned wearing a pair of strappy platforms, very high which narrowed the gap in our respective heights by a few inches. I noticed that she walked in them as easily as if they were sneakers.
‘Mel, Jaimie, can we start with some girlie stuff please?’ said Steve as he helped re-angle one of the cameras. ‘I’m thinking that might be a possibility for the start of the scene. Dunno. Let’s see what it looks like and make a decision later?’
‘Standing?’ enquired Melanie.
‘Yep, we’ll start with standing and go with the flow. Lose the top, please babe.’
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Melanie pulled her black scoop-neck t-shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the desk behind Steve. She was wearing skin-tight white jeans with the nude-toned platforms. Like me, she had a black bra on. She had an incredible figure and clearly took a lot of trouble still over her appearance. She smiled warmly at me. ‘Don’t be nervous’ she said, I’ll look after you.’
‘One for the camera please’
‘Melanie moved to my side and looped her arm around my waist, striking a pose with her free hand on her hip. I did my best to mimic her as Liam clicked away with a DSLR.
‘You look incredible together’ said Steve, checking levels from the boom mic with headphones. ‘OK Mel, take the lead, nice and gentle to start and we’ll go with it.’
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It was like a switch had been flicked in Melanie. She immediately snapped into character, turning towards me and tossing her hair backward she smiled and licked her lips. Her eyes were devouring me as she put her hands on my hips. The look of intent in her eyes was startling; I felt like a predator had me in their grip.
‘It’s OK sweetie’, she whispered, ‘just follow my lead and relax into it.’ She was moving her hand on me now, stroking my hip and then my arm, all the while making little noises of approval and arousal. I remembered that this was, in fact, about me and consciously attempted to mimic what Mel was doing. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me so that we were pressed together. I bent my head as she leaned up and our lips met.
It was a kiss for the camera but no less erotic for that. I was clearly in the hands of an expert. Melanie gave my lips little nips with her teeth, sucked the tip of my tongue, and stroked away at my tingling skin with the tips of her fingers. I put my hands on the firm globes of her arse and squeezed her to me.
When our lips broke apart momentarily Melanie was breathing like she was totally aroused, which I suppose she might have been. She directed her breath at my ear which sent tingling little shocks directly to my clitoris. She was certainly helping me to forget that this was an act for the cameras. I’d temporarily forgotten that there were two other people in the room, filming us, until I heard Steves’s voice again.
‘That is great. Really hot, ladies. Can we see the boobs now please?’
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Melanie immediately reached behind me, all the time keeping the gyration of her hips against me and the half kisses and little moans of pleasure. I followed her lead and found the clip to her bra which I unhooked. Melanie pulled my bra out from between us, dangling it from her hand before flicking it to the side. I did the same and now we were standing, naked from the waist up, with our breasts pressing against each other.
I was getting into the mood now and when Melanie pulled back a little to admire my tits with little gasps of admiration I found that I was doing the same without having to think too much about putting on an act. Our nipples were hard and erect so it wasn’t a complete act for either of us. Melanie whispered ‘you’re so gorgeous honey, and you’re doing brilliantly. We’re going to move on to some touching now so just do what I do.’
The little gasps and moans of excitement continued as Melanie began to caress my breasts which were, by now, feeling very sensitive. I felt my pussy twinge as Melanie’s fingers swirled masterfully around my soft sensitive skin and then gently pinched my so-hard nipples. I gasped and let out a moan. I was not acting at all.
‘Great, Jaimie, great!’ Steve, shifted his position with the DSLR that he was filming with. ‘Lovely work. Keep slowly building the intensity.’
I put my hands on Melanie’s beautiful breasts and tried to mimic her actions. I was genuinely turned on by what Melanie was doing and the two men present, filming our every move added spice to my excitement.
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Melanie was licking my nipples now, gently taking each in her mouth in turn, giving them little nips with her teeth in between sucks and ridiculously lascivious licks. I noted that she was able to keep a more or less continuous stream, of little sighs, gasps, and affirmations coming as she worked away at me. I wasn’t having to act this part too much. I found that the well-practised fingers and mouth working away on me were drawing little moans and gasps from me without having to try. I was becoming very wet.
‘Fingers now please.’
Melanie broke off momentarily. ‘Do you want me to get my jeans off? Are we doing mutual or just me on Jaimie?’
‘Keep them on babe. We just want to see the look with Jaimie. This is looking really hot though. We are not doing a girl-on-girl scene today though!’ He laughed.
Melanie looked me in the eyes with that devouring look again. ‘That is such a shame.’
‘That’s exactly what I thought.’ My response was immediate and when Steve laughed I realised that I had spoken aloud.
‘What do you think, babe? Fancy making a comeback? The two of you have great chemistry together.’
‘With this one? Hell yeah! Maybe a teacher and student scene or mum and stepdaughter?’
Steve nodded. ‘Fuck yes. If Jaimie is up for it let’s schedule it.’
I nodded, giggling. ‘Yes, please.’
‘Feeling a bit less nervous now?’ Melanie asked with a slight smirk. I responded by running my hands over her breasts which made her give a little moan.
‘Right then..’
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Melanie artfully swivelled a little so that I was facing the camera but to an angle. She had her back to the camera but also at an angle so that her beautiful face could be seen in side profile as her small, perfectly manicured hand slid down my tummy and into the top of my thong. Her fingers went straight to my clit and an involuntary gasp escaped from me. ‘Oh yeah, oh yeah’ I moaned. Melanie pushed her hand deeper, dragging her index finger between the lips of my soaking pussy. She withdrew her hand and brought it up to her lips, turning slightly to the camera she licked my wetness from her finger and moaned as she ground herself to me.
Fuck this was getting to me. I was incredibly turned as Melanie took my hand and gently led me down onto the sofa. She hooked her fingers into my thong and slipped it down over my thighs. With a giggle she flicked them at Liam who caught them and brought them up to his nose, taking a melodramatically big breath in. ‘Like Chanel No. 5’ he said.
I spread my legs and, slipping my own hands downwards as sexily as I knew how, began to play with myself, giving little moans and gasps. It wasn’t a hard thing to act, frankly, I was extremely turned on.
Melanie arranged herself so that she was alongside me, side on to the camera, which allowed her to stroke and caress me with her free arm whilst kissing me as I craned my face towards her.
‘Shit, this is hot!’ exclaimed Steve.
‘Don’t worry hon, your turn in a minute’ said Melanie in a sexy drawl, in between kissing me.
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Melanie’s hand moved down, stopping to caress and tweak my breasts until I felt her fingers again on my pussy. On it, and brushing through the folds and stroking against my clitoris. I felt soaking wet as her practised hand brought me towards an orgasm.
‘Don’t come just yet’, she whispered, backing off the pressure slightly. I didn’t think I had given any obvious clues that I was about to come. This woman clearly knew exactly what she was doing.
She looked over at Steve. ‘You’re up babe.’
‘Fucking right I am’ he replied. ‘I’ve been hard as hell for the last 20 minutes.’
Melanie turned back to me. ‘OK my angel’, she said. ‘This is your cock-handling bit. You just need to stroke it, nothing more. Stay as you are and use your left hand while I keep playing with you. We’ll see if we can’t bring you both off together.’
Steve approached the sofa, unzipping the front of his jeans. He stood in front of me, expectantly, as Liam zoomed in.
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I reached toward the front of his jeans where there was an obvious swelling. I reached my hand into the fly and felt something very hard. Very hard and very large.
It was too big and hard to easily pull through the fly so Steve unbuttoned the waist and pulled his jeans down a little. It was now straining against his boxers. Fuck, he looked enormous!
With both hands, I pulled the top of his boxers down. With some trepidation, I should add. With a sudden movement, the monster cock was suddenly free, springing out from the confines of his boxers and curving upwards, like the blade of scimitar. I gasped. Melanie gave a little giggle as she reached out and cupped my breast, giving it a squeeze. ‘And that’s why I fell for him!’
I placed both hands around the cock as it bobbed in front of my face. I was not flattering; it really did need two hands to hold securely. Steve gave a little grunt. I decided that I didn’t need too much direction for this bit.
I began to gently move my hands up and down the throbbing penis as it swelled still further in my hands. Melanie had sat forward as well and was reaching around my front as I worked. She stroked and squeezed my breasts and then reached down and began to stroke my clit again. I spread my legs and tried to look as slutty and available as I could. Following Melanie’s example, I was sure to give lots of little sighs and moans.
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I cupped my hand under my chin and let a dribble of saliva dribble into it. Retracting Steve’s foreskin with one hand I rubbed the handful of saliva all over his angry red glans and massaged it in my fist, causing his cock to twitch furiously in my hands. ‘Oh fuck, that’s good’ he groaned.
I felt Melanie pulling me gently backward so that I was again reclining with my head on the backrest of the sofa. Steve arranged himself on the other side of me, propped up and with his cock jutting towards me at breast height. I spread my legs again, hooking one over Melanie and the other draped down Steve’s side.
Melanie resumed playing with my pussy while Steve fondled my breasts. Meanwhile, I continued stroking Steve’s cock, as sensually as I was able, given the extraordinary distractions which were going on with the most sensitive parts of my body. I reapplied more saliva to the straining cock as Melanie slowly increased her rhythm.
‘You getting all this Liam?’ Steve managed to grunt.
‘Yes, mate. It looks fucking hot still.’
I was fighting to hold off my orgasm, but it was not going to be denied. There was no acting going on now. I was panting and moaning, one hand on Melanie’s thigh, the other rubbing the monstrous cock on my other side.
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Steve and Melanie seemed to have an almost telepathic understanding. I was vaguely aware of them exchanging a glance which obviously communicated something.
‘Ten’ said Steve. Melanie increased the pressure and speed and my orgasm began to fizz on the edge of my body, the roots of my hair tingling.
‘Five.’
Melanie changed the stroke and began rapidly rubbing the pads of her fingertips across my saturated clit. I felt the cock swell further, impossibly big and hard in my hand. I concentrated my efforts on the head of Steve’s cock, rubbing rapidly.
‘Four, three, two..’
The first spurt hit my left breast, splashing across my chest with the force of impact. The next hit my neck. Hot semen, plentiful and sticky ran down over my hand as I continued to pump. I was coming too, arching myself upwards and moaning like a thing possessed. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.’ I felt my fluids pouring from me as I bucked and writhed, Melanie continuing to stroke, then leaning her head in and kissing me hard on the mouth.
After a minute or so, I was able to open my eyes and take in the scene. My chest was covered in slick, sticky cum. It was running down the side of my boob and dripped onto the sofa. My hand, still gripping the slowly softening cock, was covered in it. Melanie was stroking my belly with her fingertips.
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‘That was bloody fantastic, honey’ Melanie said with real feeling. ‘Steve?’
‘Top notch. Shame you missed out on a cum’ he said to his wife.
‘Yeah, this time maybe. We’re going to do the girl-on-girl scene though so I’ll make up for it then, won’t I Jaimie?’ I leaned my face towards her and kissed her. Damn right, I thought.
First things first, said Steve, accepting a box of tissues from Liam, taking a few then passing them to me. We need to talk about arrangements for the bukkake scene.’
I assumed from this that I had passed my audition.
And that’s the end of Part 1 of this story! Come back for Part 2 where things get very messy indeed!
Love, Jaimie xx
Links and Stuff..
The mini-dress I’m wearing in the pictures which accompany this story is from the fabulous Westward Bound. I highly recommend them. It is, in fact, red, but the black and white filter I have applied makes it appear black in the picture above.
