Bed

"OK, Tami, are you ready to be fucked now?"

"Oh God, yes!"

His other hand slid around underneath me and tugged on a swollen nipple.

"How about if I take you the way you are? You want to be ridden from behind with a nice big cock ramming into you?"

"Come on, Chris, you know what I want, please ... you can feel me dripping ... "

"Let's have a nice big smile for the camera then. And hot little fillies who want mounting need a bridle."

I didn't understand what he meant, not even when he was rolling the stockings down to my knees and off my legs. It wasn't until one of the stockings was pulled tight into my mouth that I realized what Chris meant about a bridle.

The son of a bitch kept my head pulled back as he slapped me hard on each cheek before putting his shaft where I needed it, and even then he kept teasing me centimeter by centimeter. I guess he enjoyed showing that not only was I under his control but he also had more self control than I possessed.

"Right, you bitch, you've been wanting this ever since you heard how I fucked your friend in front of a camera. Nod your head and it's all yours!"

I jerked my head as much as I could against the restraining stocking and Chris slid himself all the way into me. If I hadn't been gagged so effectively I would have screamed with joy.

And there I was, exactly as Chris had said I would be, letting him fuck me with plenty of photos still to be taken to prove that I could be as low down a slut as any other girl when I wanted to be. And I was loving every second of it, even more so when Phil took the stocking out of my mouth. Then I was able to gasp for breath and call out Chris's name in encouragement.

I seemed to be motivating Phil as well. He was busy with the camera, as usual, but away on one side and I couldn't understand exactly what he was doing, not having any attention to spare as Chris and I rutted away like wild animals. Only later on did I find out that he'd been taking some shots of us in a mirror.

"I thought perhaps you'd like something with a nice romantic touch, seeing that the pair of you were getting along so well," he explained. "Just in case you wanted something nice to send home to your mother."

"I don't think my mother would be interested in this sort of scene," I told the guys. "She doesn't follow football at all."