Page 58 of Dirty Shots

Eric half carried her over to his desk. She leaned over the top of the smooth surface, her elbows and lower arms rested on the wood.

Roughly, he pushed the latex up over her bottom, the material squeaking against her sweaty flesh. He ran both hands down over the round curves of her ass, cupping each cheek and squeezing hard, leaving the red imprints of his fingers against her pale skin. He ran his thumb down between the crease of her ass, the tip of his thumb trailing over the star of her anus, making her gasp. The swollen pink puff of her labia swelled just beneath, and he kept his thumb tracing downward, dipping into her wet heat once again. The wetness of her cream moistened her inner thighs, slipping from her pussy. Fuck, she was hot. He couldn’t wait to see his cum mixing with her juices, photographing it dripping from her sopping slit.

Quickly, Eric tugged at the button of his pants, yanking down the zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and solid, the veins protruding down its length. The bulbous head was purple with desire, his balls heavy and throbbing. It wouldn’t take him long to come. How strange to think this was the desired result. Coming wasn’t something he would normally rush.

Anya looked back over her shoulder, her blonde hair sticking to her face, making her appear even more wanton, if such a thing were even possible. “Give it to me, Eric. Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t need her to ask again, but he made her. “Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Eric. Please fuck me. I want you so badly.”

He sensed her stifle a sob. “How badly?” He could barely hold himself back now. He wanted desperately to plunge his cock deep inside her.

“So badly, Eric. Please don’t tease me. I want your cock in my cunt.”

Hearing that word come from her sweet mouth made him groan with desire. He could hold back no longer. Grabbing each of her ass cheeks in his palms, he positioned his cock at her engorged slit. He used the head to slick her swollen lips apart, nudging against her hot, wet entrance, and then he shoved, hard, taking no prisoners.

Anya cried out as his brute force pushed her hard against his desk. Her tight channel engulfed his erection, soft, heated pillows holding him like a glove. He was already so deep, his balls met with her skin, but he shoved again, wanting every inch of him inside her.

Slowly, he withdrew, watching how his cock slid from her body, inch by inch. Anya’s hands were balled fists against the solid surface of the desk, her head twisted to one side so her cheek pressed against the wood. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut.

He couldn’t resist her ass, wanting to penetrate her in every way. He lifted his thumb to his mouth and slicked his saliva down the digit. The taste of Anya’s pussy coated his tongue, and with a grunt he pumped into her again, starting a slow rhythm, his cock pushing in and out of her. He reached down and rubbed his saliva-slicked thumb over the star of her anus. Anya groaned and pushed back on him. The tight ring stretched around the intrusion and he pushed past it, pushing his thumb into her ass. He marveled at the difference between the two channels, the smoothness of her ass passage compared to the soft, wet walls of her pussy. Her back passage clamped tight around his thumb. A sudden desire to fuck her in the ass filled him, but then he remembered the reason he was fucking her now. This wasn’t just to get off. They were setting up a photography shoot together. Perhaps she’d let him come up her sweet little bottom next time, and photograph his semen dripping from her asshole.

Eric increased his pace, his eyes flicking between the latex still rolled half way up Anya’s back, the way her face was screwed up in concentration of pleasure, the sight of his thumb embedded in her ass.

His movements grew faster, his buttocks clenched, every muscle in his thighs taut. Every time he pounded into her, Anya bounced across the surface of his desk. It was primal, brutal, no affection or emotion. This was fucking for fucking’s sake.

Anya’s pussy contracted around his cock, her ass tightening on his thumb, trying to pull him deeper. She cried out, a cry that was almost a scream, her fists pressed down hard against the surface of his desk. The change in motion tipped Eric over the edge and he squeezed his eyes shut as his balls lifted high in his body and hot streams of semen spurted from his cock. He gave a roar of relief and pleasure, his eyes feeling like they were rolling back in his head. The orgasm rode the wave again, a thrust and spurt, another thrust and spurt, until he had emptied himself completely inside her. He leaned over her body and pressed his forehead to her shoulder, panting, their bodies rising and falling together.

Gradually, he felt himself go soft inside her. Soon both his cock and his cum would slip from her body.

“Don’t move,” he told her.

He reached across her body and lifted his camera from where it sat beside his computer. He was careful not to pull from her just yet, wanting to capture the exact moment his cum began to slide from her pussy.

Eric switched on the camera and selected the settings he wanted. He was sliding from her, his wilting dick touching the air of the outside world.

“When I pull out of you, step your legs even farther apart, but otherwise don’t move unless I tell you to, got it?”

Anya nodded.

He stepped away, finally pulling from her pussy. He yanked his pants back up, fumbling one handed with the button, not caring that he would be getting cum and cream all over the inside of them. He’d slept in the pants anyway. He dropped onto one knee and pointed the lens at Anya’s beautiful, shaved, cum-filled pussy.

He shot image after image, her swollen cunt, the white semen and her cream slowly slipping out from between her lips. She angled her hips just right so the cum slid down the inside of her smooth, creamy thighs. Just as erotic was the sight of her perfect bottom pushed out toward him. He gave her only the briefest of instructions. “Arch your back a little more. Spread your legs.” That was all he needed. As always, Anya instinctively knew how to move in order to create the best angles for his camera to work with.

After about fifteen minutes and possibly one hundred shots of Anya’s slit, ass, and thighs, she peered over her shoulder at him and wiggled her behind in that teasing way she liked to do. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Is it wrong that this is seriously turning me on?”

Enough time had passed for Eric to start getting hard again. He smiled. “How many orgasms would you like in one day?”

“Enough to stop me thinking.”

“I want to take you in the ass.”

She smiled sweetly, and he was reminded of how angelic she could appear while simultaneously looking like a slut. “I love your cock in my ass.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Quickly, he put down his camera and yanked at his pants, pulling them open once again and freeing his rapidly hardening erection. His mind was a blur. It was as if he hadn’t come for weeks, never mind minutes. All he could think of was penetrating Anya again, of having her young, tight body clamped around his cock.

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