Pornographer's Helper

Ted took over then, directing. He had Sherri stand with her prick
straight out, then bent over a little, masturbating, then in that
armchair, plain and masturbating, all the while triggering a camera.
He had her lie on the bed, on her back with that fine prick reaching
toward the ceiling then on her side, then kneeling, until she told him
that she was softening.

"O.K., Paul," he said, "do your thing -- I mean, her thing,"

I did. I got on the bed between her spread legs and took her in my
mouth, nicely filling again. I used my lips and tongue with vigor
until she said, "That's enough! I'll come later."

Ted led her through a bunch of poses and finally said, "I think that's
it. You're beautiful, and we have some very good photos."

She said, "Thank you, Ted, and thank you, Paul You have a great mouth.
Now I want you to finish this up. Fuck me. Ted, bring us the fuck
stuff, please."

I knelt there obediently as Ted handed me a rolled up condom and a small
jar. Sherri took the condom, placed it at the end of my prick and
rolled it down -- a nice feeling. "O.K.," she said, "open that jar and
do the lube job." I opened it and stuck my finger in its white cream.
She had pulled up her legs to show her asshole and I smeared it on. I
put my finger in her hole and greased the inside, and then put more
cream on my condom-covered prick. I was ready. I crawled up and poised
my prick at her hole and pushed in. It went in easily. I felt the
thrill of moving through her sphincter and thrusting inside and then
moving in and out.

"Deeper," she ordered, and I pushed farther in. "Oh, that's the spot,"
she said. "Faster!" I sped up, each stroke radiating more pleasure. I
knew that I was going to come soon as the wonderful feeling mounted and
spread through my body and then I did, ecstatically.

I kept pumping, trying to get more, but soon went limp and slipped out