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🕑 Added 2023-01-07 03:56:01 +0000 UTCNancy’s growl of frustration was beautiful, especially, even in the midst of her anger, she didn’t bring her gaze away from the great show we were creating. I expected Penny to tease her about that, but a glance was enough to confirm that she was watching us, hypnotized by the view on the screen of the phone as she continued to record.
Poor Luara, still bent over the table as I pumped into her from behind, blushed even more under the combination of the pleasure and the fact that she was being watched by two other people. “No need to be shy,” I said, unable to keep my chuckle back as I spanked her ass. “They are your coworkers, after all.”
I didn’t bother mentioning that they had gone through a similar experience, as their current state of dress — or lack of it — more or less confirmed that fact.
I might not use sex as a condition, but it certainly didn’t mean I would turn it down if the opportunity presented itself.
“R-right,” Laura managed to gasp as I picked up speed, her ass, and thighs jiggling with each thrust as her body moved back and forth, the sturdy table creaking under our weight. Nancy looked frustrated as she turned and walked back to the bedroom, but I didn’t miss the fact that she left the door open, or the fact that she deliberately sat in a place she could watch the show.
Since she wanted to watch that show, I decided to give her a proper one. I picked up even more speed. Laura grabbed the edge of the table, her grip tight as she tried to resist the invasion of pleasure, but her moans exploded soon after.
She was lucky that the room she arranged for was a top-grade one, her tits sliding back and forth over the smooth surface of the table easily, making it a more comfortable experience for her than it otherwise would have been.
Penny walked around us, bending, leaning, and otherwise moving to pick the best angles like she was an experienced cameraman, still doing her best to record the show. I wasn’t a director, but there was enough overlap between our jobs for me to know that the angles and the distance she picked up were rather terrible.
Still, seeing the beautiful enthusiasm on her face, I said nothing. Admittedly, it might also have a slight relation to the way her naked bosom was swaying as she pushed herself into difficult angles.
Watching her buxom beauty as she walked around, unaware of the show she was creating — though whether she would care considering the mood she was in was another question.
I continued to slam into Laura when a gasp rang in the room, one that didn’t come from Laura. It was Nancy, who was currently sucking her finger, looking angrily at the needle she dropped on the floor.
“You need to pay more attention to your job rather than watching us, needles are no joke,” I said as I caught her gaze.
“Shut up,” Nancy answered, trying to look angry to hide her shame, though her anger was quick to turn genuine when she realized Penny started recording her instead. The growl she let out as she stood up was beautiful, enough to make Penny take a fearful step back, but rather than meeting with her, she just slammed the door close loudly.
“That’s Nancy,” I said with a chuckle to Laura, who was busy moaning as the climax drove nearer, slowly losing her ability to pay attention to her surroundings, even Nancy’s fiery display barely noticeable to her. That didn’t stop me from explaining of course. “She has a tendency to act prickly, but don’t worry, that’s all for show.”
“Definitely,” Penny commented with a chuckle, clearly still satisfied by the trick she had pulled the night before.
“I … see,” Laura murmured, but only after I spanked her ass to prompt an answer, her tone suggesting she has not fully comprehended the question she had been asked.
Not that it was a problem for me in the first place.
I could help but chuckle as I continued, not bothering her more, leaving her free to grunt and moan. As I rammed, Penny walked closer, the camera still pointing at Laura to record her daze, but when she walked close enough to fall into my reach, I grabbed and pulled her to me, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
She deserved a reward after her success in warming up the brunette beauty moaning under me.
Soon, Laura tightened, her dazed moan suggesting that she had already reached the edge, so much that, if I continued to push her without letting her relax, I would risk her turning useless for the upcoming shoot for Nancy’s book and my own work.
Luckily, pulling out of Laura didn’t mean that I needed to stop. “Lay on the table, next to her,” I ordered Penny as I grabbed the phone off her hands — planning to ignore the crack that was going across the screen, a crack that wasn’t there when I had given her the phone.
Her sudden naughty blush even as she hopped on the table and spread her legs changed my mind. I didn’t care about the phone, but I cared about the fact that she assumed I was blind enough to miss it. I slapped her breast, enjoying the echo it created. “Such a clumsy model I have,” I said as she let out a sound that was a perfect mixture of a moan and a cry, one that was recorded by the phone I continued to hold.
I didn’t waste much time before sliding inside her, and she let out a pure moan to follow her earlier one, tainted by a dash of pain. One that was followed by several others as she threw her head back, her back arching beautifully, making me slightly annoyed that I was just using a phone to record the show.
After the extended foreplay, her insides were slippery enough not to provide the slightest resistance as I invaded her core again and again mercilessly, my free hand alternating between slapping her breasts, swaying with each thrust, and her nipples, getting harder and harder with each push.
Her legs soon wrapped around my waist, imprisoning me inside despite my upcoming explosion, not that I had any intention of pulling back. Penny was mine, and I had no problem marking that ownership in a more primal manner.
Soon, Laura managed to stand up, her gaze filled with astonishment and arousal as she watched the show that was happening inches away from her. “How about some payback,” I said as I passed the phone to Laura, whose smile widened even more as she grabbed the phone.
I grabbed Penny’s hips with both hands for increased leverage, and started slamming with a dangerous vigor, hard enough to shake the sturdy table underneath us, which was certainly not designed for the purpose we were leveraging it for.
As I rammed, her tits shook beautifully, each thrust exploding louder and louder. Despite that, her legs got tighter and tighter around me, guiding me inside her.
I would have loved to say that time and space lost all meaning as I rammed her for hours, but my body had limits, especially since I had been already challenged by the brunette beauty that was currently busy recording us, not to mention the amazing show I received preceding that.
Luckily, I was not the only one suffering from overestimation, and Penny tightened in a very familiar manner before I could surrender, her tightness reaching a phenomenal level as I exploded inside her…
Penny moaned deliriously as I pulled out, but before I could say anything, Nancy stepped out, already wearing her costume and wig while she carried the impromptu one in her hand, her expression not exactly charitable as she glanced at the situation on the table.
“So, that was a nice warm-up,” I said as I pulled the phone off Laura’s fingers even as I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her down. “Why don’t you be a nice girl and put on the costume Nancy brought in, so we can start the real work,” I said, enjoying the shocked expression on her face, especially when I whispered the numeration she would receive as a result, especially if she was willing to travel weekly for regular photoshoots.
Yet, it was nothing compared to the unsteady look she gained when I whispered a second number into her ear, one to make her an exclusive model for my new agency.
She was barely able to mutter a rapid yes before dashing forward and grabbing the costume in Nancy’s hand and starting to change.
Nancy looked at me, trying to look angrily, but considering she just succeeded in her lifelong dream to be a successful writer, years in advance — albeit through some dubious marketing campaigns — her anger was not exactly strong as well.
Unfortunately, our next task was a long, grueling photoshoot rather than a proper, lengthy celebration orgy for success, one that missed the usual teasing tricks I embedded.
Playing was fun, but I was experienced enough to know that working hard was a part of life as well. The shoot lasted for full eight hours — extending the room was nothing with the cash influx we received — creating an impressive number of pictures, some to be used for the official campaign, some to be offered on the official platform, but almost none for my private stash, which would have been a pity if the warm-up exercises resulted in some very treasured moments.
And, after eight hours of the uninterrupted shoot, where both girls worked alternatively as a model and an assistant, the trip back lacked the excitement of the first trip. Exhausted by the grueling combination of work and explosive fun, the girls were quick to collapse, sleeping cutely even though we closed in the distance.
It was already midnight when I dropped Penny at her home and went back to my fun residence.
All around, an amazing day of victory…
