There’s nothing like the presence of a camera to make you hyper-aware of the positions you normally use during sex. The angles and curves of your bodies. The way the light catches when you twist this way or bend the other. Suddenly it isn’t just about your perspective and your pleasure, or those of your partner—there’s a third perspective now too. The camera. The lens with its watchful, unblinking eye, drinking in the sight of things that you normally keep private. I find it deeply thrilling. It’s almost like we’re taking our tentative first steps towards a threesome. I like to imagine that the camera itself is a person. Wait, that’s not quite right: the camera itself isn’t a person, I’m actually imagining there’s someone sitting behind the lens. An eager observer who will be sent our erotic movie to watch later, as if it’s an audition tape and if we put on a good enough performance then they might come and join us for the encore.
My one request when we decided to film ourselves was to do it somewhere other than our bedroom: a hotel or rented flat, with a huge bed and plenty of space and luxury. I wanted somewhere I could focus on our bodies and faces and all the incredible things we were doing rather than getting distracted by the mundanity of our everyday lives. It’s far sexier to create art on a blank canvas than to doodle it in the margins of a to-do list, and I worried I wouldn’t be able to fully let go if I could see yesterday’s laundry piling up or that picture leaning against the wall in the corner of the bedroom because we’ve not yet got round to hanging it properly.
Andy came through spectacularly: a rented room with a giant king-sized bed, fresh white sheets, and—best of all—one wall entirely covered in mirrors! Not only would the camera bear witness to our performance, we too would get a front-row view of every single detail. Beautiful.
When she asked me to find a hotel room for our little filmmaking project, the first thing I knew we needed was white sheets. A giant bed with a huge blank expanse to serve as backdrop: all the better to see every curve of her body in each different position. That’s why I wanted mirrors too—even more angles that the camera can capture!
I love watching her, and I have to confess that the idea of filming the pair of us together appealed mostly because I wanted her to be able to see herself as I do—that playful face twisted in the throes of lust, the way her beautiful breasts jiggle while she rides me, the curve of her back as she arches it. I thought I’d seen her from every possible angle already, but even for me, a self-confessed connoisseur of her exquisite figure, the film we made had a few extra surprises in store. In short: I never expected her to show me the same in return. The shapes my own body made while we fucked, and the expressions that I pull when I’m hovering on the edge of orgasmic oblivion.
We begin as we always do: playfully. Testing out different angles and positions in front of the mirrors. He’s setting up at the foot of the bed, adjusting and adding books to the stack that sit beneath the camera to make sure the frame of the shot will capture all of the action. I’m watching his dextrous movements and admiring his bum in those tight white boxers, occasionally glancing at myself in the glass too. I look so tanned against the pale desert of the sheets—Andy made a great choice with the room. Flicking my eyes back and forth between my achingly sexy man and my own naked form in the mirror, a brief flash of mischief washes over me and I almost wink. At who? Myself? The camera? The person I’m imagining who might watch this tape in future? The future versions of ourselves as they review the rushes? I’m not sure. But there really is something about being observed that brings out my naughty side.
By the time he dives onto the bed with me, I’m so hungry for him I positively devour his lips with mine. Stretching out, catlike, I press the full length of myself against his fabulous taut frame and we meld together, reveling in the moment. I suspect he’s angling me so that the camera gets its best view of my bum, and I grin into the flurry of kisses.
By the time he starts fluttering his lips down my neck and to my chest, I am certain he’s adjusting me for the lens. Gently nudging me to just the right position so the shot will include both my nipples, the curve of my breasts, and every single inch of the rest of me, from my loose flowing hair right down to my toes. There’s something intensely flattering about that: can I admit to getting a bit horny for myself? I think so. I’m used to seeing myself naked, and I’m accustomed to looking down at what is (in my opinion) the most beautiful sight in the world: that of his head, bent in worship as he presses his lips against my tits, my stomach, and finally the glistening slit of my cunt. But I’m not used to seeing all that from a third person’s perspective. It feels like the pair of us are performing on a pedestal, and that makes me horny for the porn stars we appear to have become.
I can’t get enough of the taste of her. Though I always start off with a few gentle, long licks up the center of her pussy, once I’m there it doesn’t take long for me to want to bury my whole face in her mound. Diving in between her legs so I can feel her soft skin against my cheeks, and press my wet lips firmly against her clit, flicking tongue from side to side and gripping tight to her thighs with my fingertips.
I don’t even need to glance in the mirror as I flip her up and backwards, rolling her almost over onto her shoulders to give me access to as much of her pussy as possible. I know this is going to look exceptional when we watch it back. I can feel my dick, solid like steel, tenting the fabric of my underwear and I figure this is going to look incredible in profile too. I know it’s a cliché to say, but I am throbbing. Hurting to be released from my pants and allowed to soothe the ache of rigidity by sliding inside her wet mouth. As if I’m acting out that very idea, I start to suck on her toes, and—oh Jesus yes—she starts to toy with my cock. It twitches at her touch, and almost involuntarily I grind against her hands. Begging with my movements for her to unleash that prick and swallow it down.
By the time I get to devouring his cock, he’s so hard there is barely any resistance. The firm, g-spot perfect curve of his dick is locked in, like he’s carved from granite. But he moans as I tease him with my lips and tongue, holding off from the moment when I suck it all the way down just because I can’t get enough of that gorgeous desperation. Ironic, isn’t it? The harder he is, the more eager for wetness and satisfaction, the longer I hold off from giving him exactly what he wants. I just love driving him crazy with it. As he fucks forward, wetting his shaft against my willing lips, I wonder what our viewer (or viewers? Who’s to say there must only be one?) might make of this display.
And it really is a display: ever mindful of the frame of the shot, he spreads his thighs to allow for the easiest cocksucking—with everything in full view. He even twists my body to make sure that I’ll be shown off in profile while I’m sucking his dick. When I go down on all fours and he bends forward to slide his fingers neatly and firmly into my cunt, I can’t help but feel as if I’m being shown off. Like a trophy.
My turn now, though. There’s only so long I can suck cock before I start getting horny for my quid pro quo. And nothing delivers that like a 69.
My dick twitches again when she straddles my face, and I don’t even stop to wonder whether the camera’s captured the best angle: I trust her positioning and I know. Perhaps this position is too much, too soon. Licking, sucking, fully making out with her pussy while she goes to town on my cock—that’s hot enough as it is. But the knowledge of what the camera might be capturing while my face is busy and buried in her dripping wet crotch almost tips me over the edge. It overwhelms my senses and I’m worried I might shudder and come too soon. I pull away slightly, taking in the sight of her straddling my chest, bent over with my cock down her throat. Deep breaths to steady myself, pausing the oral for a while as I bring one of my hands up to where she’s bent above me so I can strum her clit with soft but rapid finger motions, back and forth the way I know makes her tremble with need.
Her feet are so close to my face in this position, so I take the opportunity to trace around the soft pads of her delicate toes with my tongue. I cannot get enough of her feet: they’re a part of the body that’s simultaneously innocent and seductive. Usually hidden from view. Soft and vulnerable. I can never resist kissing her toes when they sit so tantalisingly close to my face.
As I indulge myself in a little foot worship, she stretches out and kisses her way down my body until her cunt’s in the perfect position to slide my cock between the wet lips of her labia and proceeds to slide up and down me with rapid, grinding strokes. The sensation of it sends me practically feral with need and it’s not long before I realise that I have to be inside her now. I guide myself into her sopping wet cunt and moan as she immediately starts to ride – powering up and down along the shaft with such practised movements. Honed over years of experience with this cock and this cock alone. I’m a fucking lucky guy.
When I lean back and start to ride him with serious energy, there’s a brief flash of worry as I wonder whether the cameras beside the bed will shake. No time to dwell on that, though, because the delicious thrum in my cunt as his full girth stretches me out distracts me too quickly from considering the viewer in the scene.
I flick back and forth like this for much of the fuck, to be honest: one minute absolutely at one with him and fully present in the moment, the next idly contemplating how this will look when we watch it back. It’s like layers and layers of different experiences competing to be top of the bill. Present and future working together to add that extra atmosphere which turns this fuck from something special to something truly memorable.
I shift him down the bed slightly so his head is hanging off the edge and in sight of the lens, wondering how he’ll react when he sees his perfect pleasure-face captured on camera.
I had never considered before whether my own face was hot while I’m fucking. If you’d asked me before we set out on this adventure whether I’d like to see it, I’d have said ‘no’, it’s too vulnerable a thing to see. Too embarrassing, maybe? Definitely ‘too’ something. But my Baby is a genius because she angled me with my head off the edge of the bed so well that not only can I watch my expression, I can also see the shaft of my swollen cock as it is enveloped, over and over, by her cunt. She rides me hard, like I owe her money, and in the blissed-out expression that’s captured on film, I can relive exactly how that felt in the moment she did it. That’s what I meant at the start by ‘surprises’: I was keen for my Baby to see her own face while she was coming, that gloriously transcendent joy that pulses across it with each wave of her orgasm as it hits, but I hadn’t expected to receive a similar gift in return. My own face, seen through the lens, in the state she enjoys it most: blissed out and luxuriating in the sensual thrill of being buried balls-deep in her cunt.
We take brief pauses between bouts. And it does feel like ‘bouts’ here, as if we’re in a ring. But instead of fighting it’s fucking, and in lieu of pain we’re dispensing rounds of pleasure. The next rounds take in so many of our favourite things. For me, having him cup my breasts while I ride him, pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger just firmly enough that they jiggle but don’t escape from his grasp; the firm power in his muscles as he manoeuvres me from position to position; his hand pressed tight against the aching ring of my ass as he pounds my cunt from below, forcing little cries out of my lungs as I come good and hard around him. For him: the clenching twitches of my pussy around his prick as that happens, but then more—so much more. My lips around his balls, wide licks up his perineum with the flat of my tongue, and then finally the thing I know he craves more even than my lips around his cock: my face buried between the cheeks of his arse as I rim him.
It feels so good to have her tongue there—like a wet, pinpoint massage for one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I stretch out full-length, basking in the sensation as she licks me into a frenzy that nudges me closer to coming. Soon, eager as ever, I’m up on all fours so I can spread myself for her tongue, and she uses her hands to start tugging at my cock too.
Later, watching it back, I’ll marvel at the faces I was making in front of the camera. Admire the way she’s got me so the tape will capture my expression. I can see what she means now when she tells me I get ‘dazy’ when I’m about to orgasm: my face takes on a kind of dreamy, hazy lust, one which leaves the viewer in absolutely no doubt that I’m in desperate need to come, and come soon. Her tongue alone won’t do it, though, and even with her hand now working frantically to milk the spunk from deep within me, I really want to finish in a way that does justice to the beautiful porn scene that she and I have written together.
Mission accomplished: I manage to drive him so utterly insensible with horn that he’s incapable of waiting any longer, and he grabs me then pushes me down onto my back. Plunging in, good and deep, in the position most likely to make him shudder and come.
I hold my legs taut and still, clenching my cunt around his prick to try and tease the first shots of spunk from him.
I slam it home, over and over, relishing the sudden thrum of blood in my muscles and tingles at the base of my dick as I feel those first waves of orgasm build and build and get ready to crash across my body.
Looking back at the tape later, I’ll notice the look on my face to match his—one of pure joy, pure abandon—as he grunts and shudders and lets his climax take hold.
Pushing her legs back to get the perfect angle, I can feel myself tipping off the edge and over into the abyss of pleasure.
He’s not done just yet though—instead of finishing inside me, he pulls out and hurries towards my gleeful, upturned face! Stroking his cock and dropping hot, thick squirts of come all over my lips and cheeks.
One rolling wave, and then another, and another—I empty myself onto her with as much precision as I can when I’m gripped in the throes of ecstasy. One shot, then another, then another, as she—and the cameras—capture every. Single. Drop.
The End
