Angela films her friends fucking

 Angela films her friends fucking
 
When I told Angela that Liam was good with the idea of her filming us, she hooked a finger in my bra. ‘I knew you would do it for me.’ Then she pulled me closer, so that she could whisper in my ear. ‘I hope he is well hung.’
 
Her scent filled my nostrils.
 
‘Because,’ she continued, ‘I can’t wait to watch you writhe while he impales you on his nice, fat cock, and to hear you mew as he sinks into you and takes command of your pretty body. In fact, I think you deserve a reward for doing so well.’
 
With that she turned and bent over the desk. I pulled up her skirt so it was around her hips, and admired her cute little rump as it waited on my pleasure, before I pulled down her panties until they were level with the lace tops of her hold ups. I settled on my knees behind her. Her anus was an irresistible pink rosebud, and it contracted as I ran the tip of my tongue around its beckoning circumference. It wasn’t long before it responded with a provocative, slow dilation, allowing me to push my tongue inside, and making her squirm with pleasure. We had done this so many times before, that it wasn’t long before she grabbed my hand and had one of her polite little orgasms.
 
When she was done, I pulled her knickers back up, gave her pert bottom an affectionate pat and helped her smooth her dress down, reflecting that few PAs offered quite the range of services that she did. It was astonishing how quickly she could swap between domina, submissive and sexual innocent. The flip never failed to arouse me, and the truth was that if it hadn’t been for her, a whole chapter of sex would have been denied me. It is so completely against my character to submit that I would never have discovered it, and nor perhaps would she, because in time I discovered that her sexual experience before we met had been extremely limited. Yet the chemistry between us was such that every time we touched, we turned the key to open a secret garden, in which every possible desire was achievable.
 
‘I love making you happy.’ Her eyes sparkled as she threw her arms around my neck. ‘And I can’t wait to film you and Liam. It will be so stunningly erotic.’
 
Talking and doing are two different things, though, and while Liam appeared not to give our impending assignment another thought, I had kittens for the entire remainder of the day. I have often wondered how porn stars cope, having sex with people they barely know in front of a studio full of technicians, but while some must be natural exhibitionists, it can’t apply to all of them. In my case, the only witness would be my lover, but to have my most private moments captured on screen still gave me a frisson. What if I lost control? Angela had already unlocked the dirty bitch in me and I had increasingly abandoned the few inhibitions I still had about sex.
 
She must have been reading my thoughts, because a text appeared on my phone. ‘Stockings — real ones, not holdups. And that bra you wore for me last week, and the G-string that goes with it.’
 
My hand drifted dangerously near to my thighs, before I realised I was in a business meeting and was supposed to be giving a presentation in a moment. The string she mentioned was one of my favourites, a beautifully comfortable confection of soft lace and decorative trim — which was also indecently transparent.
 
I risked looking at Angela across the table, but she was concentrating on taking the minutes, and the only acknowledgement she made was a shy glance while she cleared an errant strand of hair from her face.
 
That evening, we all had dinner together at Angela’s insistence, during which she chattered on about shopping, clothes and people in the office so incessantly that Liam began to treat her more like a younger sister than anything else. I had gone to great care to dress exactly as she desired, right down to a stunningly expensive but extraordinarily sensual silk blouse, a tight red skirt and the sort of heels that normally leave me rooted to the spot. I knew I looked sensational. When she had walked in and found me alone in the kitchen, she had eased up my skirt and slid her hand up my thigh until she felt the strap of my garter belt. Her fingers just had time to force my panties against my pussy a couple of times before we heard Liam coming downstairs — but by the time he had arrived Angela was back in Sunday schoolmarm mode. She was smartly dressed, but wore nothing that could be counted as even vaguely provocative, the perfectly discreet PA in every way.
 
When we finished dessert, Angela licked her fingers and effortlessly took charge. ‘I have set everything up in the main bedroom,’ she announced, ‘and it is time for you two to get into bed.’ She surveyed the table. ‘That was delicious, I can do the washing up afterwards, while the pair of you are cleaning up.’ She laid her hand on Liam’s knee. ‘I am relying on you to fill her with semen so that I can catch her expression when you come inside her. Can you do that for me?’
 
Liam swallowed several times. ‘Well…I’ll do my best.’
 
‘Don’t worry!’ said Angela. ‘If it doesn’t work out the first time, you can do it again tomorrow. It isn’t as if we are in a rush, or anything.’ All of this was delivered as if she was discussing going shopping. Liam visibly relaxed.
 
By nutbuster
 
to be continued