Sexy Erotica
"The Hot Shot: Part I" a sex story A.M. Hartnett
Read part I here
She went flat on her back, hissing as the hot metal surface bit into the skin. Kyle scrambled back onto the hood and stood over her. He hid his face behind the camera and started clicking away.
She looked down her body, past her swollen pussy, to where Donne rolled the condom over his dick with a snap. She felt the throb emanating from her clit everywhere.
“Ready, Candy?”
Before she could answer he had placed his dick at the mouth of her cunt and thrust. The slick walls of her pussy clenched around him. With his second stroke she tucked her legs against his ribs and caught her breath. With his third she exhaled with a moan and clutched him around the waist.
“Not so fast.” Carly followed Donne’s gaze to Kyle, who had spoken. He looked over the top of the camera. “This is still my shoot.”
Donne chuckled and slowly withdrew until only the thick head remained. “Are you serious?”
“Candy moves fast. Mr. Moneybags likes to savor the moment. Put yourself in his place.”
“Fuck Mr. Moneybags.” Carly lifted her hips until she had taken in another inch of Donne’s cock. “And fuck Candy.”
Donne grinned and glanced up at Kyle. “You heard the lady.”
He plunged deep and began pumping her harder than before. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feet locked at the small of his back, and clamped her hands on his wrists to hold on while he hammered her. His balls smacked against her ass with a wet slap that coincided with every shudder of her inner walls. His wide mouth split with a grin and he drove deep, pinning her.
Just above her, Kyle knelt, camera pointed between her legs. “You’re blocking my view. Go a little slower for a few.”
As Donne’s hot cock filled her, Carly’s gaze honed in on the protrusion in Kyle’s crotch. The tip of his cock poked the bulky fly and tented the front of his khaki shorts. He looked like he was about to burst out of his pants.
It had been ages since she’d felt for Kyle that sudden overflow of urgency. She released one of Donne’s hands and reached for Kyle’s ankle. She ran her hand along Kyle’s calf and felt the hair stand up.
Donne leaned forward and nuzzled between her breasts, then tilted his head up to grin at Kyle. “I don’t mind sharing.”
Kyle lowered the camera and stared down at them. “I just want to watch.”
“Come on, isn’t this your fantasy? Candy’s your little fuckdoll.”
“We do things my way, Donne, not yours.” His gaze flicked down to Carly. His upper lip curled just enough to show a flash of his front teeth. “Turn her around. I want to get her face when she comes.”
Donne drew back, hauled Carly off of the hood and spun her around. With the sudden chaos of being moved so quickly and fiercely, she threw her arms out in front of her and felt a jolt in her wrists as she went forward.
Kyle went to his knees as Donne placed his hands on her hips. “Just like that. She likes it nice and firm,” he said, a little breathlessly.
Donne chuckled. He ran the length of his cock between her swollen lips. “Whose tight pussy are you talking about? Candy’s or Carly’s?”
“They’re one and the same right now.” Kyle met her gaze over the camera. There was little left of his hesitance. He had that fire in his eyes, that animation forming lines around his mouth that always appeared as he stepped into a scenario.
She could see her own reflection in the convex glass, a naked mess with hair whipped around her heart-shaped face and lipstick smeared across one cheek. Donne slowly went balls deep. She could see him behind her, bare shoulders hunched as he started to jut his hips again. One hand was sweating on the back of her neck. The other had moved to her tits, working one nipple and then the other before moving past her belly to do the same to her clit.
It wasn’t just the way his cock rubbed her that made the heat escalate from a steady burn to an inferno. No, it was the sound of him fucking her that wet sound as he gave her the whole length and took it away again. It was his stomach slapping against her ass, the slight squeal of her hands against the surface of the car with each thrust, and the whirr of Kyle’s camera.
Mingled with all this were Kyle’s rhythmic grunts bursting into the atmosphere, not as loud or aggressive as Donne’s but just as discernible.
Donne lifted one of her legs and positioned her foot on the bumper. The force with which he fucked her increased. All the while she stared back at that woman in the lens until the heat became too much to bear. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze from the beach skimming her spread thighs, amplifying the heat between her legs where Donne slammed into her. With every withdrawal, a pulse went through her pussy.
She went on her toes, arched her back, and stuck her ass out. Donne’s fingers dimpled her fleshy inner thigh as he went deep again and again. It was he who set the pace, pumping her harder and harder. The intensity of the building pulse increased as he kept on rubbing her clit with two fingers.
“Don’t stop. Keep going just like that,” Kyle said, and disappeared from her view. “Bend down a little, Carly. Look between your legs.”
She wanted to come so badly that she was aching. She wanted to shout at him to forget the fucking shoot but she couldn’t get her tongue to work, and so she hung her head forward. There she found him, kneeling on the ground directly behind Donne, camera pointed up at her.
Donne broke his stride with a chuckle. He pulled out and rubbed his dick between her pussy lips. The two fingers surrounding her clit pulled the hood taut.
“You don’t know what you’re missing hiding behind that lens,” he said as he nudged his shaft against her clit.
“I told you, I want to watch.”
It didn’t even sound like Kyle’s voice. Then again, Carly had never heard Kyle when he was turned on.
The click of Kyle taking one photo after another seemed amplified even through the rush of blood in her ears. The second current was twice as intense. Knowing that Kyle was capturing every millisecond, memorializing how swollen with need she was, made her weak in the knees.
She reached between her legs and worked Donne’s fingers on either side of her clit. The spasm of pleasure that rocked through Carly’s cunt was so intense it took her breath away. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Come on, Moneybags,” she managed to say through her teeth. “Earn your bread.”
Pushing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Carly gurgled with every thrust that jolted her forward. Her muscles went taut with anticipation, but low in her abdomen there was nothing but increasing pressure that seemed steady and unbreakable.
She hung her head and opened her eyes. She could see Kyle, still as focused as he ever was, his dick straining against the front of his pants. She didn’t know how he could stand it. She followed the focus of the lens to where she could see Donne’s cock, ruddy through the wet latex, each time he withdrew, and his long fingers pinching her clit.
Her inner muscles throbbed and she suddenly felt hot all over. Donne’s fingers dug into her inner thigh. The pace of his thrusts increased and matched his fingers on her clit.
“Look at the camera, Carly,” Kyle said in a hoarse voice.
Carly fought to focus through the pulsing waves of pleasure that surged in her abdomen. Her moan emerged as a growl as her surroundings blurred. She managed to suck in a deep breath and hold it. Donne’s hands moved quickly to her hips, holding her in place as shoved deep.
“Oh fuck.” Her words exploded through the roaring in her ears. She felt his balls swell and then she felt his release, shaft like iron, throbbing as he emptied against the tip of the condom.
Carly sagged, putting most of her weight on her arms and resting her forehead against the surface of the car. She didn’t care. She felt heavy with the absence of Donne’s hands as he released her and pulled out. The vehicle bounced as he took a seat on the bumper next to her.
The world took form again as the elation spread from between her thighs to her limbs. She looked for Kyle but only saw a flash of his feet as he moved out from behind her. After a moment she pushed herself up, rolled her shoulders, and turned to him.
He was standing with half his back to her, his attention on his camera. His hands were shaking and he was still afflicted with his erection.
She picked up her dress and approached him. “You get your shot?”
At first he shook his head, then nodded. He closed his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”
“Oh come on, Kyle.” Donne tossed the condom to the ground and kicked it under the car. “Don’t get pissy. You enjoyed every minute of it. You still are.” He looked to the protrusion in Kyle’s pants.
Carly didn’t have it in her to take a shot at Donne for being insensitive. Instead, she focused on Kyle and slid her hand over the slope of his shoulder. “We’ve gone pretty far with these shots before.”
“Not this far.”
“So what? Isn’t this what you wanted to see?”
Running her hands down his arms, she glanced to Donne and found herself comparing the two. Both men were trim, but Donne was the kind of flawless that could only be the product of a gym. Kyle had muscle but hadn’t half the definition of his model.
Still, she found him just as attractive. She wanted him now.
She slipped her arms around his waist and splayed one hand on his chest. The other slid lower. She felt a small pulse go through him whenever he worked to draw a breath, felt tension build and dissipate. She closed her hand around the outline of his cock and squeezed.
Hands to Hold by Valery Bareta
“Be a part of your own fantasy for once, Kyle,” she went on in a purr against his ear. The hand on his chest moved until she felt the outline of his hand-held camera in his shirt pocket. “You made Candy and all the others. You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to just step into their world.”
“That’s just stupid, Carly,” he whispered. “Candy’s not real. It would be you.”
Carly stood on her toes and pressed her lips to the sliver of skin between his collar and his hairline. “So? You can’t play with me?”
She extracted the camera from his pocket and held it in front of him.
Donne stepped forward and took it. “You two look cosy. Cute together.”
Carly stepped away from Kyle and then circled him. He still had his Pentax in both hands, so she took it from him and set it aside on the grass.
“No one has to see these pictures. You can start a private collection.” Her slight smile widened into a grin as she pulled his shirt out of his shorts. “Years from now you can be one of those rich old men who sits alone in his den and watches dirty home movies on the wall.”
He chuckled as she worked his fly. “Kind of loses some of that charm in this digital age. I can’t see myself getting nostalgic over a Power Point presentation.”
Carly was struck with a moment’s hesitation as she grasped his shorts. Did she really want to change things between them?
Too late now, she told herself. Besides, the thought of what she was about to do kept her blood hot and flowing.
She went down and pulled his pants to his ankles. “You can make a book out of them, a wordless black cover with grainy black and white pictures.”
The car jostled as Donne got onto the hood and assumed the same hovering position Kyle had been in earlier. His focus darted from the window on the camera to Carly as she ran her hands along Kyle’s thighs.
“You look so trashy,” Donne said with a laugh.
She grinned. Kyle slipped his fingers into her hair. “You look great.”
Her smile faded as she slipped her hands between his legs and squeezed his balls. He moaned. The pressure of his fingers on her scalp increased. Carly puckered her lips around the smooth head of his dick and sucked him in one inch at a time.
The time for going slow was over. She worked his dick with both hands, pulling the skin taut as she bobbed back and forth over the head.
His head was tilted back. His lips were parted, his tongue skimming across his lips every so often. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. The effects of the hot sun showed where sweat glistened on his forehead. Those low groans he had been making while he’d been watching Donne fuck her now came out in hot bursts.
Donne stood over them, directly behind Kyle. The compact camera made little beeping noises every few seconds. She stared into the lens and flashed a smile before mouthing down the length of Kyle’s shaft. Donne merely grinned. The beeping stopped and she knew he had turned the video on.
Kyle moaned. His fingers coiled in her hair, holding tight as she licked the moisture from the smooth head. Her focus shifted from the camera and entirely to Kyle. She slid both hands around to his ass and curled her tongue on the underside.
“Watch what those beautiful lips are doing to you, man,” Donne scooted forward and crouched just above Kyle’s head. “Look at what you’ve got right in front of you.”
His eyes fluttering open, Kyle bowed his head until his chin touched his chest. His gaze was so intense and serious. Carly had never seen him look at anything but his camera equipment like that.
Heat pooled between her legs once more. She kept her gaze upward, her focus shifting from Kyle to Donne and back again. Donne looked amused while Kyle appeared mesmerized, teeth clenched, chest pulsing with every breath, and nostrils flaring. Kyle’s touch vanished as she worked the entire length. He started to push with his hands against the grille to meet every bob of her head, to fuck her mouth.
She heard him suck in a quick breath and felt him tense. The energy that built up beneath his skin seemed to break through and surround her. Carly dug her nails into his ass and felt the muscle flex beneath her palm. As she felt the surge begin along the length of his dick, she sucked him harder than before. Kyle lurched forward with a groan that seemed to go on and on as he shot his load in spurts on her tongue.
A grinning Donne landed on his feet next to her and leaned next to Kyle, watching the view screen as she lapped the last drops. The men’s expressions mirrored one another’s: somewhat smug and utterly sated. As she wiped her mouth clean, Carly imagined that she looked no different.
She stood and looked from one to another. She knew she wore the same expression as the men.
“How’s that for by the hour?” she asked with a grin.
****
Her face scrubbed clean, her hair pulled tight in a pony tail, wearing nothing but a towel, Carly went from the bathroom to the kitchen where Kyle and Donne had convened.
Donne’s hair was still wet from the few minutes he had shared her shower. He stood next to where Kyle sat at the table with his laptop open. He looked comfortable once more in his jeans and T-shirt, showing off his broad arms crossed over his chest. Kyle’s glasses were on and he wore his working face. Donne glanced at her as she entered and he winked.
She flashed him a smile and dropped her towel, then reached for her panties laid out on a chair. “How did they turn out?”
“Which ones?” Donne nodded at the screen. “Check this out. Mine are almost as good as Kyle’s.”
She wiggled into her thong and slipped on her bra as she crossed the room. The first thing she saw was herself on the hood of the car, eyes closed and lips pursed, thighs spread by Donne’s large hands.
It was a perfect moment in time, of a woman dying to be fucked.
Her gaze flicked to the adjacent window on the screen. This picture was no less provocative. Unlike the doppelganger on the opposite screen, this woman was feral. Her hair was wild around her head and her cheeks were flushed. Black make-up smudged at the corner of her eyes. She had Kyle’s hard cock in her hand and her tongue curled towards the smooth, shining tip.
“What do you think?” Donne asked.
Carly snorted. “You’re fishing for a compliment.”
“Of course.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a good shot.”
Kyle made a sound of agreement and pressed a few buttons. The hue of the picture changed to black and white and the texture went grainy. “There.”
“Better.”
Kyle pushed his chair away from the table and stretched. She could hear the joints popping as she admired the muscle moving beneath the skin.
“So what are you going to do with them?” She reached out and ran her hand along Kyle’s arm. As she did so, Donne moved behind her and rested his hand on the curve of her hip.
“Depends on my models.” Kyle turned back to the laptop. “I think I can do better. A graphic novel style --”
“Kyle, I think she meant the pictures of the fucking,” Donne broke in.
Kyle waved a dismissive hand in front of him. “I’m getting to that. I’m thinking serial, all about Candy St. James and Moneybags: graphic novel style with panels, and a special edition that includes the fucking shots.”
“A comic book without the comic?” Carly laughed but in her mind she could see the final product as well as he could, and it looked great.
Donne pulled her against him and chuckled against her ear. “We’re looking at the next porn king.”
“I never said anything about porn.”
“Come on, Kyle, what else would you call it?” Carly took the seat he had vacated and started flipping through over a dozen open windows on the screen. There she was in each, getting her pleasure from Donne, giving it to Kyle. Suddenly horny again, she shifted against the hard bottom of the chair and squeezed her thighs.
“It’s not in-your-face, but it’s definitely for jacking off,” she said. She glanced at Kyle. A line had formed between his eyebrows, a sure sign he wasn’t happy. “Snob. You know what I mean,”
She maximized one of the photos. Another of Donne’s. Her hands were on Kyle’s thighs. Her lips were closed around his dick. In this one, all of Kyle could be seen. He had his head tilted back, his teeth clenched, and there was sweat on his upper lip. Alongside of her on the grass was Donne’s shadow, legs apart and elbows out.
She rested her elbow on the edge of the table and propped her chin up on the heel of her palm. “A serial, huh?”
“Three parts, four chapters in each volume. This would be the last chapter of the first, when Candy meets Moneybags.”
Donne walked around the table and stood facing Kyle and Carly. “That’s a lot of hours.”
“It would be and I can’t pay much. I was hoping we could negotiate something in terms of percentage of sales.”
Donne looked ran his hand across his chin. “That sounds fair. Kind of exciting, like a business venture.”
Carly nodded. “Same here, but I’m going to need some perks.” She didn’t look at Donne when he laughed. Instead, she swung around and looked right at Kyle. “Know what I’m saying?”
He parted his lips and for a fraction of a second he actually looked bashful, and then he grinned. “Of course. Whatever my muse wants.”
“I’m easy to please. Candy’s a little more discriminating.”
She stood and turned her back on them, adding a little more to and fro to her swagger. She picked up her jeans from the chair and turned. Donne and Kyle stood shoulder to shoulder. Just as they had at the car, they wore similar expressions of mischief.
“I’m worth it,” she said and stuffed one leg into her jeans. “I’m doing double duty. I have to keep Moneybags and a demanding photographer happy.
Originally published June 2011