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“By whom?” Miles prodded.
“Does it really matter?”
“I want an answer.”
“Martine,” she replied, rocking against his hand. “Ah, yes, Sir!”
“So, the bitch has had you here, I’d like to see that.”
Tessa twisted against his hand, wondering how far it would go inside her ass.
“Yes, I’d like to see that,” Miles repeated. “Perhaps we could capture it on film.” He turned toward Hector.
“Perhaps a strap-on dildo,” Hector suggested.
“Perfect,” he decided as his hand pushed further, Tessa’s sphincter releasing a little more with each thrust.
“I’m sure she’d accommodate you anytime,” Tessa quipped sassily, though the flippant retort was ill-advised.
“Yes, I’m sure she will,” Miles answered, taking her chin in his free hand and forcing her to look him in the eye. The verbal and physical probing were becoming more intense, as his fingers pushed into her anus, and as his eyes darkened with resolve. “If I allow her to have you, she’ll have you, Tessa, whether you like it or not. Do you understand?” He punctuated his message with a vicious thrust of his hand, as his four fingers forced their way beyond her tight sphincter. The chastisement elicited another guttural cry.
“Do you understand?” he repeated himself.
“Yes, Sir!” Tessa answered back as the searing pain made her eyes well with tears.
Miles finally backed off.
Resuming a more pleasurable probing of her backside with one hand, he began playing with her cunt with his other, making it feel as if she had two cocks inside her. The climax was close, her body about to spasm, and yet, she was quick to realize that any orgasm Miles might allow was a long way off. He had other things in mind.
Confident that she was ready for him, he withdrew his hands and turned her around so that the camera would have a clear shot of the anal entry.
“It might be better if took her to the bed,” the photographer suggested.
“Of course it would, but then it wouldn’t be much of a challenge for any of us,” Miles answered smiling.
Hector was used to Miles’ demands, just “a submissive photographer slut,” he called himself, when he was pressed to do the job the man wanted. But it was worth it, an unparalleled experience photographing nasty smut. Besides, he could sense his own participation would soon be required and his dick was getting hard in anticipation.
Miles stripped himself of his clothes, leaning into Tessa’s back and feeling her silky skin against his.
“Relax, relax,” he whispered softly, as he stroked his erection and pressed it between her rear cheeks.
A few feet away, Hector captured the slow deliberate entry as Miles’ cock remained poised at the brink of Tessa’s anus, and then with a steady push was forced.
She squirmed and held her breath.
“Relax and it won’t hurt.”
She knew that was true, even though the idea of his cock inside her seemed impossible. This was much different than Martine’s fake prick—alive, pulsing, human, urgent and responsive.
As his hands reached around and grabbed her hips, the head of his penis pushed harder and she released, allowing more of his thick shaft inside her ass. There was not a whimper, not a cry at all, and he was proud of her, so proud that he toyed with her clit as a reward and listened to the sweet sound of her sensuous reply.
“Such a good slut,” he whispered in her ear.
Hector followed with his camera, from the penetration to the gradual building thrusts and jerks to the expressions of half pain, half pleasure on their faces. He’d never a made a video quite like this one.
“Hector, now,” Miles said at last.
With his cock still in her ass, he lifted her so she could relax her limbs.
