“I need both hands now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you.”
I bit my lip.
“I need you to hold the camera. I want to record your face when I put my cock inside you. Can you do that?”
I nodded, and he handed it to me. I lifted the phone and pointed the camera at my face, and focused on it as he spread my legs apart, running his hands over my thighs. I could feel the slickness of my arousal wet on my skin, cool now that the air touched it. I glanced down and saw his cock, rock hard and arched up against his stomach. He had to push it down to press the head against my entrance. I gasped and looked into the camera, feeling my face twist involuntarily as his cock spread open my sex and slid inside me. It was slick and easy for him to enter me, but it hurt. It stung, and burned a little, especially as he pressed deeper inside. I bit my lip and felt my eyes watering as he pushed all the way in, burying himself to the root, and finally let out a gasping, pained squeak as he pressed against me, his cock an iron hard, red hot rod filling me up.
He took the camera and swept it down over my body, aiming it between my legs as he pumped, drawing pained groans out of me. I hugged myself and he slowed, pressing his cock deep inside me again, and held still.
“Your cunt is so hot,” he growled, “You’re so wet. Does it hurt?”
He touched my cheek. “Awww, honey. Hold still and relax, and it’ll get better. Feel it?”
He moved slowly, and I closed my eyes and arched under him as he leaned over me, pressing me down with his weight. He had the camera trained on my face again as he fucked me slowly, rolling his hard cock through my tight, slick walls. The pain was still there, but it was fading, and something else grew beside it. It felt good, so good I let out a strangled little cry of pleasure before I bit down on it and clenched my teeth. That made him growl, and roll his hips harder, not so much thrusting as grinding, moving his cock hard but in short little jerks. I could feel the wetness from it on my legs, even as they rose up on their owns and locked around his hips. I squeezed him with my legs and pushed him into me as the hot, twisting sensation of his cock send shooters of pleasure through my body. Feeling him grind against me was so intense, I could barely stand it.
“You like it, you little slut?”
“Yes,” I moaned, “Yes. Give it to me!”
“Fuck,” he barked, loudly into my throat as he leaned over me. He brought the camera to my face, and gave it to me to hold as he stood up.
“Now,” he said, holding my hips. “Let’s show you how a real man fucks.”
There was nothing gentle in him now. He dragged me across the desktop to him and began pumping furiously, his thrusts bringing the burning sting back even as the pleasure grew, the heat salted by it. I writhed on the desk, barely able to hold the camera and keep it aimed at my face. He took it back and aimed between my legs as he stood up and thrusted into me, grunting. Suddenly, he pulled out, and left me gasping and startled, my legs moving on their own.
“Get up,” he said.
I could barely stand up. My legs were too shaky. He spun me around and slid the camera under me as he bent me over the desk, holding both my arms just above the elbow, and thrust inside me. This time his cock slid into my tight channel easily, filling me all at once, and I moaned and arched back, my whole body tensing with the intensity of the sensation. He fucked me even harder now, his erection driving deep inside. I thrashed back, driving myself against him, ramming his cock into me in time with his rhythm, burying it inside me to the root. He let go of my arms, and bent over me as I leaned on the desk. One arm looped around my neck as he pressed his face into the back of my head, and the other wrapped around my body, his hand sliding over my sweat-slick stomach. I cried out as his fingers touched my swollen folds, spread around his cock.