Page 75 of Dirty Shots

And she did. Her palms tingled with her desire to wrap her fingers around Logan’s thick, hard length. She wanted to feel the wonder of his girth in her palm. Bend her face to him, inhale his scent and take his cock in her mouth. But for the moment, she needed to do what Eric told her to. This was about his photographs, not just her insatiable pleasure.

“Straddle Logan, Anya,” Eric said again, this time with force to his tone. He wasn’t asking her to do this anymore, he was telling her, and she didn’t intend on disobeying.

She approached the blond god, and he reached out a hand to help her get into position. She climbed onto the stool, with her knees either side of Logan, then sat back on her haunches, so her naked bottom pressed against Logan’s muscular thighs. His long, erect cock was now only inches from her, and the position had spread both her legs and her pussy lips. She wondered if he could see how turned on she was, if she had left her cream glistening on the inside of her thighs. Could he see how swollen her clit and vulva were? Could he smell her, even? Yes, she thought he must be able to, as she caught the musk of her arousal on the air between them. Her breasts were only inches from Logan’s chest now, her nipples pointed nubs.

Eric snapped off a couple of shots. “Move closer, Anya. Don’t be afraid of him.”

“I won’t bite,” Logan said with a wicked smile. “Unless you ask me to.”

She couldn’t help but smile back. She wriggled closer and her pussy made contact with the stem of Logan’s cock. The contact instantly sent fire racing through her body and she inhaled, trying to stop a groan of pleasure issuing from her lips. He was so hard and thick, the perfect antidote to her soft, wet pussy.

Logan’s hands slipped around to cup her bottom and he pulled her even closer. Unable to help herself, she lifted herself up slightly, rocking her hips to grind her slit against his length. Logan’s lips parted, his breath ragged, his blue eyes growing hooded with lust, though they never left her face.

“That’s awesome, guys,” came Eric’s voice. “You have no idea how hot you both look right now.” She glanced back to see Eric’s hand pressing on the front of his pants, applying pressure to his now full-blown erection. Taking faith that Eric was as turned on as she was, she allowed herself to grind even harder, moving faster now as she creamed against Logan’s shaft. His hands on her ass lifted her higher, until her pussy almost hovered above his dick. All it would take was a slight adjustment of her hips and she would slide his length right inside her.

“Lean back, Anya,” Eric said. “Logan, touch Anya’s tits again.”

She did as she was told, arching her back, her hair almost tickling Logan’s shins while his hands cupped her breasts again, his fingers pinching her nipples.

“I want to get some close ups now, guys,” Eric said. “Here’s what I want. I want close ups of Eric’s teeth biting your nipples. I want his cock positioned right at your slit, and then some shots as he pushes inside you, if that’s okay with both of you.”

She glanced almost shyly at Logan, but he just gave her a smile and a slight nod. It was okay with him.

“Anya, put your feet on the stool behind Logan and spread your legs as much as you can. Eric, can you lift her slightly, and hold her so your cock is right at her entrance.”

They complied as Eric requested, and Anya found herself in the position she’d been fantasizing about only moments before.

Eric moved closer and took a number of close-up shots from different positions. “Okay,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You can enter her now.”

Anya couldn’t help herself. As Logan lifted her slightly and she moved her hips, Logan’s bulbous head pushed between her pussy lips and breached her entrance. He pushed deeper, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of her ass.

“Not too far,” Eric warned. “I still want the shots.”

With almost painful slowness, Logan paused, allowing Eric to take more photographs. As soon as Eric said ‘okay,’ Logan gave a groan and sank deeper. She put her arms around his neck, forgetting Eric watching them for the briefest of moments while the sensation of having Logan deep inside her took over. She wanted to come, desperately wanted to come, but then she remembered they were fucking for Eric, not for themselves. But her orgasm was building, a tightening between her thighs, coiling low in her belly.

Eric’s hand on her naked shoulder made her pause.

“Wait, guys. We have more to do.”

“Fuck, Eric, no,” Logan spat between gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can stop.” He continued to thrust into her, even as Eric spoke.

“Not yet, Logan. Trust me. It’ll be good for all of us. I promise.”

“Ah, shit.”

Logan stopped, his teeth clenched. He held Anya still on his lap, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock jerking inside her. She wondered if he’d come already. She knew she’d been close, but then Logan lifted her up, pulling his still fully hard erection from her body, and she knew he hadn’t. Her cream slicked his cock in a milky fluid, the head purple and swollen, the slit open.

She wanted to taste herself on him.

Without waiting for Eric’s instruction, she crawled backward off the stool. Her cunt throbbed, but the proximity of her orgasm began to retreat. She leaned forward and parted her lips. Logan looked down at her, his blond hair falling into his face. But she didn’t look at Logan. Instead, she cast her eyes to Eric, waiting for his nod of approval. She got it, but she didn’t take her eyes off his face. It was his expression she watched as she took Logan’s cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around the smooth, hot bell-end. The combination of her own musky cream and his salty pre-cum coated her tongue and she dropped lower, taking him deeper and applying a swirl of her tongue and a little more suction. She watched Eric the whole time. He’d forgotten to take any more photographs.

“You’re gonna make me come, Anya,” Logan warned.

She let his dick pop from between her lips and smiled. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“Anya, get onto all fours,” Eric demanded. “Logan, get behind her.”

They both did as Eric instructed, Anya dropping to her hands and knees to crawl onto the velvety throw Eric had already placed on the floor. Logan was right behind her and his knees nudged her legs farther apart and, a moment later, his cock nudged her entrance again.

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