Author's note: This is a continuation of this series. If you are just coming to it, you might want to read the preceding chapters first. My apologies that I write so slow, my opportunities to write are limited and I tend to work on a lot of different ideas at once, which slows me down. In any case, enjoy, happy holidays to all, and please vote or comment if you enjoy it.
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"Are you really going to tell me you'd turn down the opportunity to nail Daniella?" she asked with a disbelieving stare.
"Of course not, but damn, this is a lot to take in. What if I'm no good? What if I can't, you know..."
"Perform?"
"Umm, yeah. I mean, I..."
She moved close to me, placing her finger over my lips to cut me off. She pressed herself up into me, kissing me lightly on the lips, then the neck, and moving her mouth near my ear. "You and Amanda in the living room. Not to mention how turned on you get whenever you get the opportunity to fuck one of us in front of the other. You know what that tells me?" I shook my head to indicate no. "It says that you're an exhibitionist. You get off being watched. And that's a great thing for filming. So just think about me and Amanda watching you fuck the shit out of this gorgeous babe. And all the crew. And think about the fact that in a few days, people from all over the world are going to be watching you and her on their computers, playing with their dicks and pussies, wishing they were in your place in one way or another." As she spoke, I felt my jeans tightening, and as her hand snaked down and grabbed me, I realized just how ridiculously turned on I was. I thought of several more objections, but then realized that I just didn't care. I actually wanted to do this.
"Okay. Deal. Help me get ready."
"Awesome!" she exclaimed, breaking into a grin.
She led me back to the bathroom, and she and Amanda both helped me pick out a pair of jeans and flip flops, along with a t-shirt that was tight enough to make me look buff. They sprayed me with sunblock everywhere, and had me ditch underwear when I got dressed. I was advised this would show off my bulge, as well as allow my cock to spring out of my pants when she unbuttoned me. The also dabbed a bit of concealer and makeup on a few of my blemishes, did my hair, and appraised my looks as being camera-ready. From there, I was told how to play to the camera, given some advice about the nature of the shoot, and told to have fun.
As I wandered out to the pool area, a few butterflies returned, but just as I was having a moment of doubt, Daniella came out. She was wearing a yellow bikini that was stretching the limits of what it could contain, her massive tits nearly popping out, and a skimpy thong that completely disappeared in between her large, well-rounded ass cheeks. I noticed she had a couple of small tattoos, and a pierced navel, which contrasted nicely with her beautifully-tanned skin. High heels completed her ensemble, and her legs were sexy and shapely, which has always been a fetish of mine. She flashed me a stunning smile, and came ambling up to me. My butterflies began to be replaced with a longing deep inside, knowing that within a very short period I was going to be fucking this unbelievably sexy creature. "So I hear you're a camera virgin?"
"Yeah," I admitted nervously.
"Don't worry," she said, leaning in a bit and toying lightly at my nipple through my tee. "I'm going to take good care of you, stud."
"Good. I can hardly wait." I was still a touch jumpy, but my horniness was starting to push that down deep within.
"I'm glad," she said with a crooked, alluring little grin. She leaned in, kissed me deeply, gave my cock a quick and playful pass and squeeze, and said "Let's have some fun."
"Save that shit for the camera," Tiff admonished as she walked up. Daniella stuck out her tongue at her, then looked at me and arched her eyebrow as she opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. I had to remind myself that I couldn't pounce on her right then and there. "Good to see you two will work well together," she added, looking back at me.
Tiff and one of the camera guys took me aside, and gave me the basic rundown of the scene. There was no real script, just a basic flow, and they would be periodically starting and stopping to get the scene changed or angles different, etc. There were only two cameras, so there would be a bit of cutting. They would tell me when they had enough footage and we could get to the money shot, and in the meantime, just have fun, again. We were instructed to take our places, and as we were ready to begin, she whispered in my ear, "I'm going to be watching every moment, so just make sure you fuck her real good for me. And think about the fact that you're in front of an audience, and there will be tons of people watching this, either wishing they were you, fucking the shit out of that pussy, or wishing they were taking your cock." Oddly enough, though I would have always thought that would make me nervous, it actually got me hot, and I felt my jeans tightening as I began to grow.
*The Scene*
Daniella was lounging in a chair, sunglasses on and getting some rays. "Excuse me Miss?"
"Yes?" she replied, lifting her sunglasses.
"I'm here from the pool service, for your weekly cleaning. Is this still a good time?"
"Ooh, it's the perfect time. Go ahead, I'm going to just catch up on my sun."
"Okay, no problem." I picked up a net and began grabbing the few bits of flotsam out of the pool with the net on a pole. I did this a few times, was admonished to do it a few more while they got a different angle, and then after a few minutes, I was supposed to stop and dramatically drag my forearm against my forehead.
"Are you hot?" she inquired.
