He started moving his hand up and down, gently stroking my back.
"I just don't feel comfortable about that thing" I said as I motioned towards the camcorder.
"Tell you what. We'll make the tape. You can look at it. And if you don't like it, you can just delete it. It's yours. I won't keep a copy."
I was very uncomfortable about the situation, but Mark could be really convincing. I don't know how, but his tender voice was so calming that no matter what he said it always sounded good-natured. The way he stroked my back was also caring and comforting. Even though this whole camera thing was sketchy as hell, I somehow believed he has good intentions.
"Just a regular massage. And the last one," I said.
"That's right," he nodded and climbed on the bed, directing me where to sit.
I moved there, to the center of the bed, where I was right in the crosshair of the video camera.
"We're gonna start with a neck massage," he said. "It's really unhealthy to sit in those chairs at school for an extended period. This massage will help relieve your neck from the pain."
He gently brushed my hair aside and dug his fingers into my skin. You could tell he wasn't pulling this stuff out of his ass. He must have looked at hundreds of guides and videos to learn about massaging. And he used that knowledge to manipulate me. But I wasn't being manipulated this time. As uncomfortable a camera pointed at me was, it also gave me a sense of safety. I knew there was no way in hell I was gonna let him fuck me on camera, so as long as the tape was rolling, I was in the clear.
"Kyle should do this as frequent as he can," he said as he pressed his fingers into my neck muscles.
The fact he mentioned Kyle really bothered me. I didn't want to think about my boyfriend. I've shouldn't even been doing this after what happened the day before. I managed to calm myself with the thought that this was the last massage, but just thinking about my boyfriend made me feel an unbearable guilt. And I don't know why, but the idea that I was doing something wrong somehow always translated into arousal. If this continued, I knew I was gonna get wet again.
To make things worse, I wasn't wearing shorts this time, but a slim dress. I didn't expect to come here today. I picked the dress, because it was Kyle's favorite. He said it really showed off my perfect figure. So I chose to wear it out of guilt. I wanted to make Kyle happy to feel less terrible about the fact that I fucked Mark. But instead of going to Kyle's place, I was at Mark's house and he was the one who got to enjoy the tight dress that showed off my round butt and big tits.
Then I heard a zip. Alarmed, I turned my head.
"Just gonna unzip your dress a little," Mark explained. "I don't want it to get creased during the back massage."
He started massaging my bare shoulders before I could voice a concern. He was really smooth when it came to undressing me without my consent. He was never too aggressive, just enough that I let him progress step by step.
"It's a really pretty dress," he continued. "You should wear stuff like this more often. Since it's tight, it makes you pay more attention to your posture."
"Mm-hmm," I nodded.
I couldn't tell if he cared more about my posture or the fact that I looked hot in it, but I could feel his eyes running up and down on my body all day in school. But it wasn't the usual lustful stare. It was no longer a fantasy for him, but a memory. He knew what was hiding under that tight dress. He had seen and felt every inch of my luscious body. But he didn't have enough of it yet.
"Just gonna unzip it a little more and pull it down a bit," he broke my train of thought with a zip.
He freed my shoulders and my upper back. The dress now barely covered my breasts at the front. I had to hold it in place to make sure it didn't slide off. Mark quickly continued my back massage to ease my discomfort, making me unconcerned about the fact that my clothes were being shed. His soft hands could generate so much pressure that my whole back felt completely rejuvenated.
"I will unhook your bra, if that's alright," he said. "It's important to massage your spine. Your back has to be healthy to be able to support those big breasts."
The fact that he mentioned my breasts managed to distract me just enough that I didn't mind my bra being unhooked. It was more bothering to think about him being on such an intimate basis with me that he could comfortably talk about my boobs. Then I realized the weirdest part wasn't that he acknowledged the existence of them, but that he was familiar with them. He knew how it felt to hold them, how soft they were. He knew the size and color of my areola and my nipples when they got hard.
That little mention of my tits reminded me once again that my most intimate parts were no longer secret to him. He knew me inside and out. I could feel getting wet just thinking about this. Then I heard another zip.
This time, the zipper went all the way down to my lower back. He pulled the dress down until my whole back was uncovered, revealing my black lace bra that was held in place only by my hands after being unhooked.
"You should take the dress completely off and lie down on your stomach," he said. "It's gonna be more visible on the video that way."
I didn't want to be more visible. There was no way I was showing this tape to Kyle anyway. There was no way I was letting Mark keep it either. I didn't even know why I went along with it in the first place. So instead of obeying, I turned to face Mark.
"I'd rather continue this way," I said.
Mark didn't answer. Instead he grabbed my bra straps, pulled them down my shoulders and straightened my arms so he could take my bra off.
"You won't be needing this," he said.
It was so unexpected that I didn't realize I assisted him in the process by moving my arms on his command. It took three full seconds of my breasts being completely visible before I covered them with my hands. Then I realized I was facing the camera the entire time. A little red light signaled that my tits have been captured on film. Mark then placed his hand on my back and gently pushed me to lie down. I was so ashamed by the thought of being half-naked on tape that I obeyed so I could bury my head in the pillow.
As soon as I was facing downwards, Mark pulled down my dress, revealing my round bottom only covered by a sexy thong that I picked out to please Kyle. I wanted to object, but when I felt a cold liquid poured down my back, I squealed instead. It was massaging oil and Mark's gliding hands soon spread the thing to cover my whole backside. My squealing quickly turned into moaning as his warm hands eliminated the coldness of the lubricant.
He started working on my lower back and I was pretty sure my wetness was already showing through the soaked thong. He could see the outlines of my pussy. I only hoped the camera couldn't. I knew how easy it was for home videos to get out. And once they were out there, it was impossible to get rid of them. I knew a girl in school who was filmed giving a guy a blowjob at a party while drunk. Her social life was practically ruined and she had to move away, but they found the video at her new school, too, on an amateur porn site.
Just thinking about the whole school jerking off to a video of my wet pussy, covered only by a thin layer of soaked cloth and wedged between my round butt cheeks, made me terribly uncomfortable, yet turned on at the same time. Then I heard Mark pulling the tripod closer.
"I'll make sure Kyle has a good look at what I'm doing," he said, "So he can see how to massage you."
Lubricated by the oil, his slippery fingers were so good that I failed to protest, instead I moaned in agreement. I didn't want my wet pussy to be shown on tape, but I didn't want the massage to end either. The fact that he kept mentioning Kyle bothered me greatly though. The more I thought about my boyfriend, the more guilt I felt. And the more guilt I felt, the more aroused I got. Then I felt Mark's hands clutching my thong.
Alarmed, I lifted my upper body and turned around to grab his hands, forgetting about the fact that my breasts were now completely visible to the camera.
"No," I said.
"Relax," he tried to calm me. "I just don't want it to get oily. It's really hard to clean it afterwards. It would be a shame to ruin such a pretty thong."
"I don't wanna be naked on camera."
