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He nodded. “My point exactly. He’s always twenty feet from us. And, if we go fuck in the bedroom, they’ll be filming it anyway. Nobody can see us out here but the camera crew. Let’s give ‘em a show.”

My pussy liked the idea. A lot. What little common sense I had, however, seemed to prevail. “But--”

“But what?” he snapped back. “If they weren’t here, would you?”

I realized I was still mindlessly stroking his cock through the thin material of his shorts. I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Hell yes, I would,” I whispered.

“We can’t let them keep us from being ourselves. We signed on for this shit, so let’s act like they’re not here.”

I couldn’t believe I was considering it, but he did have a point. I focused on his glistening blue eyes. “Seriously?”

He pulled away, taking his cock with him. “Yeah, seriously.”

He waded to the edge of the pool, and then got out. His stiff cock stuck straight out, stretching his shorts to their limit. While I watched him fumbling with the drawstring of his trunks, I realized he planned on removing them. Or at least it appeared to be the case. His eyes met mine.

He grinned.

And, the shorts came down.

Standing at the edge of the pool, naked as the day he was born, he began to stroke his cock.

I watched as Bobby slowly advanced across the concrete deck, eventually coming to a stop behind one of the many poolside tables. Apparently, it wasn’t the first time he had seen a man’s stiff cock. Either that, or he was truly a professional. With the lens fixed on Rhett, he stood motionless and continued to shoot the footage of Rhett fisting his massive dick under the warmth of the California sun.

I struggled with right and wrong. My moral compass spun in circles. After a few seconds of feeling my heart beating between my legs, I succumbed to the desire to be fucked while Bobby eagerly watched.

I made my way to the edge of the pool. The cameraman and I seemingly shared the same passion, as both of us had our eyes glued on Rhett’s cock-filled hand. After lifting myself from the water, I gracefully walked to my lounge chair and grabbed my towel.

I tossed the towel on the concrete in front of Rhett and lowered myself to my knees. It seemed ridiculous, and although it was something I would have guessed I would have never done, I was certainly in the midst of it.

The sun beat down on my shoulders, Bobby continued to film, and I began to suck Rhett’s cock like a porn star. I guess for that moment, at least, I was pretty close. I flattened my tongue against the bottom of the swollen shaft, took as much of his length into my throat as I could, and shifted my eyes toward the camera.

He was five feet or so closer than he was when I got down on my knees, and the camera was fixed on the action. I would probably never admit it – more than likely not even to Rhett – but being filmed while I sucked his cock was a huge, and I do mean huge, turn-on.

I banged the tip of his cock against the back of my throat while I massaged his balls with my right hand and squeezed his muscular ass with my left. As I gave the blowjob of a lifetime, the sexual tension built within me like a ticking time bomb. Soon, I released his ass, shoved my hand into my bikini bottom, and began fingering myself.

After a few minutes, I continued to suck with true sincerity while I pushed another finger into my wet pussy. As soon as the second digit was knuckle-deep, the camera, my throbbing clit, and Rhett’s cock pounding against the back of my throat proved to be too much.

An orgasm shot through me like an electric wave. I opened my mouth and drew a long, deep breath around the shaft of Rhett’s swollen dick, incapable of remembering when the last time anything half as satisfying happened to me.

I continued to finger myself like a woman possessed by sexual demons, eager for another orgasm of epic proportion. I glanced at Bobby. The camera was fixed on my crotch.

Ohmygodthisissofuckinghot.

My enthusiasm must have been contagious. Rhett pulled himself from my mouth, and lifted me from my knees.

He nodded toward my waist. “Take ‘em off.”

Without reservation, I tore off my bikini bottom and tossed it aside.

He hoisted me into the air. To steady myself, I reached around his neck and locked my fingers together, then pressed the insides of my legs into his sides. He grabbed my ass firmly in his hands, cradled my thighs with his muscular forearms, and lowered my throbbing pussy toward his cock.

Although it wasn’t something I had ever done, I had dreamed about having a man fuck me while suspended in the air. I needed no further instructions. I reached between my legs and guided his cock inside of me.

As I felt the pressure of his girth penetrate my wet folds, I wrapped my thighs around his waist and closed my eyes.

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