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“What did you have in mind?” she murmurs, looking up at me through her full, long lashes.
“Well, since you’re already dressed for it… I thought you might give me a taste at what’s between those perfect legs of yours.”
I reach down to stroke my fingers along her lace-clad pussy, and Whitney gasps.
“I mean, I’m cutting you a deal here,” I persist, teasing the edge of the fabric. “A few private pictures for me, and you can have all the other ones in exchange.”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips nervously. “Okay.” She nods.
“Good. Then, lie back on the bed,” I command.
Whitney hesitates before doing as I say, reclining against the pillows as I take up my camera once more.
“Take off your panties,” I order.
She does, guiding the lacy fabric down over her hips, thighs, then knees. She flicks them aside with her foot and turns her eyes on me once more. “You won’t show these to anyone?” she asks, and I wonder if she might not have broken character.
“These are for me alone,” I promise. “Now, spread your legs, and let me see.”
Whitney shivers, and she keeps her eyes trained on me as she parts her knees, exposing herself to me. My cock throbs to life, and I groan at the wet arousal slicking her folds.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
Her hand slides down her bodice to her exposed flesh, and her fingers start to circle her clit. Her head falls back, her eyes fluttering closed as a wave of pleasure washes across her features. I focus my camera in on that, capturing the erotic expression rather than the more lewd image of her fingering herself. She’s trusting me not to take advantage of her, and I don’t want her to regret a single photo. The camera whirs to life, and her eyes flick open to find mine.
“Beautiful,” I rasp. “Now. Just one more thing.” I set my camera aside and hook my finger around my tie, loosening it as I slowly undo the knot.
Whitney watches me as I bring the tie to her wrist and loop it in a knot.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun.” I guide her arms above her head and tie the loose end of the tie around her free wrist.
“Are you taking another picture?” she asks.
“I’m taking what I’m owed,” I correct. “I asked for atasteof your pussy. And a few photos.”
Shock registers on her face, and then I move between her legs, shoving her knees apart so I can dip down and stroke her slit with my tongue. Whitney gasps, yanking my tie tight as her arms jerk. I suck her clit between my lips, not giving her time to resist or argue as I force the pleasure from her. She groans, her back arching as her legs start to quiver beneath my hands, and I massage her flesh as I suck and lick her more adamantly.
“Fuck,” she moans.
I release one knee to press my fingers inside her wet entrance, and her pussy responds, tightening around my fingers.
“Your body is a work of art,” I rasp as my lips release her clit. “I want to see just what poses you can really do.”
Whitney’s breasts heave, fighting against the constraint of her bodice as I finger her more forcefully, my thumb reaching up to press and roll her clit at the same time. With my free hand, I unbutton my dress shirt then unbuckle my belt and pants.
I withdraw my fingers to strip my suit efficiently and am back to playing with Whitney in moments. The slight lull gave her enough time to utter a protest, saying this wasn’t the payment we agreed upon, but I can see she wants it. Her eyes are clouded with lust, and her legs spread without hesitation as I kneel between them once more.
“I gave you an hour of my expertise,” I bargain. “I would say that’s worth one orgasm. Feel free to come as many times as you want before I finish. I’m not selfish.”
Whitney’s eyes crackle with passion, and she doesn’t object further. When I stroke my throbbing cockhead between her slick folds, she whimpers. I lift her hips up off the bed as I push inside her tight pussy. My cock stiffens further at the hot wetness that wraps around it, sending an inferno roaring to life in my chest. Whitney gasps, her eyes flying wide as I start to rock in and out of her, my hands holding her in place as I fuck her from a kneeling position.
Her fingers wrap around the bars of her headboard, anchoring her as back and thighs tighten, helping support her inconsequential body weight as she keeps her hips elevated. Gripping her full ass, I thrust into her vigorously, driven by the sexual tension that’s been building between us as I’ve kept my distance all night. My thirst for her is intense and scorching, and it only escalates as Whitney cries out a moment later, her eyes pressing shut as she orgasms around my cock within moments of me starting to fuck her.
I groan as her pussy tightens around me again and again, begging me to come inside her. How she can continue to feel so fucking glorious even after a year of our sex play and bondage games, I can’t fathom. All I know is I’ve been craving being buried inside her, making her come around my cock again and again.
As her orgasm comes to an end, I lower her hips back onto the bed and reach forward to grasp the top of her bodice, pulling it down over her full breasts so I can watch them bounce with the motion of my thrusts. Shifting my body weight between her legs, I lean on one elbow and palm one firm tit. I knead it as I continue to thrust inside of her, and Whitney arches against me, eager for my touch.
