Page 61 of Shameful Addictions

The man looked back and forth between Mamba and Charlotte and then shook his head. “I never said no to a hookup in my life.”

“Mamba?”

Wordless, Mamba left them standing there and crossed the room to the recording set-up.

The man shifted on his feet, nervous; however, Charlotte was nonplussed. She knew this was his way of giving permission.

Charlotte reached for the man’s hand. “You’re going to get to show off what you’ve got on camera.”

No man could resist that. He grinned and grabbed onto her hand.

Charlotte smiled and pulled on his hand, leading him over to the couch. She pushed him down and sat beside him, still holding his hand. His fingers were very smooth and soft. She couldn’t wait for them to dance over her body.

“Something unexpected just happened,” Charlotte said, looking at the cameras while holding hands with her new friend. “I found someone I like, someone I want to have sex with. I’ve never met him before. I don’t even know his name.”

“Jeff,” Jeff croaked.

“Jeff,” she said, nodding. “I’m going to show all of you how much I really have changed, and how much you can change too if you follow my advice in these videos. Right here on camera, I am going to fuck this man I have never met, this man I will never see again. Maybe it will inspire some of you who are still on the fence… In any case, this is Triple L. And I will see you all in my future videos. I can’t wait!”

With that done, she turned to face Jeff. She smiled at him and then leaned in to kiss him, pushing her lips on his with a fury. He gasped and grabbed her face, and then clutched her jaw, his nails digging into her skin.

“Slap me,” Charlotte moaned into his mouth.

Jeff acted without hesitation, striking her across the face with the palm of his hand.

She cried out as a shock of pleasure flew straight to her pussy. “Fuck yes! Fuck me!”

Maybe in his daily life, Jeff was a polite guy. But there, on the studio couch, he turned into the raging sex machine all men want to be. He yanked his pants down far enough to get his cock out. While not as big as Mamba, he was thick and certainly bigenough.

Charlotte wrapped her hand around his cock and lay back, spreading her legs to wrap them around him. She pulled him inside her, arching her back and lifting her hips.

Jeff thrust into her wet depths, filling her with his thick cock. He glided easily through her because of how soaked she was.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Charlotte chanted, bucking and grinding her hips against him.

Jeff lowered his head and bit at her sensitive nipple. He arched over her, fucking his cock towards the back of her pussy.

Charlotte cried out and held onto him with her legs around his waist, thrusting back at him.

Jeff gave a strangled yelp. He buried his face in her neck, biting and sucking at her soft throat. His hips jerked up and down. Charlotte moved with him, matching his pace, egging him on to go even faster. He jackhammered into her. Wet slapping sounds filled the studio.

Charlotte tossed her head, moaning, unable to hold still as the heat inside her built to uncontrollable levels. Jeff wasn’t a particularly great lover, but she didn’t care. He was using her, screwing her, reducing her to a sex doll, and she loved it.

Suddenly, Jeff pulled out of her. His semen hit her in the face, draped on her breasts.

“Slap my pussy!” Charlotte yelled, right on the edge of orgasm.

Jeff slapped her pussy, sending her juices flying all over the place. The glorious shock pushed her over the edge and she fell into an amazing orgasm.

“Thank you,” Jeff rasped, straightening and pulling his pants up.

Charlotte smiled at him, still reclining on the couch, covered in juices and cum and with her hair all over the place. “My pleasure.”

Jeff stood. He hesitated. “The picture…” He picked up his camera from where it had fallen onto the floor.

“Go ahead,” Mamba growled, from across the room.

Charlotte stood up, too. “Where do you want me?”

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