"Very nice. Now show me a little more attitude." the photographer said, holding his camera loosely and bending on his knees to get a lower angled shot.
"Like this?" Ann asked with a giggle, offering him an amused smirk as she maintained her pose.
Akira's girlfriend Ann looked incredible in a skimpy, tropical-print string bikini and sky blue high heels. Her light blonde hair was in its usual long pigtails, and her toned body made her absolutely perfect for this shoot. If girls thought they could look a fraction as good as Ann did if they bought the bikini she had on, the company would sell out of them in a flash.
From Akira's position on the other side of the room, he could see her standing behind a folded-out beach chair. She was supporting herself with both hands on the back of the chair and was looking sideways at the photographer. From the way she was leaning over, the photographer had to be getting a great look at her gorgeous profile.
"Yeah. Just like that." the photographer answered smoothly, nodding as he snapped another photo.
The three of them were inside a large, dimly lit studio, with only Ann and the various props around her being illuminated. She was standing in front of a tall green screen. After the photographs had been taken, the company paying for the pictures would use editing software to digitally insert Ann onto a beach somewhere, completing the scene from their end.
Akira leaned back on the sofa, trying to relax. It wasn't his first time watching Ann do a fashion shoot. This was a little different, however. The man who was currently taking shot after shot of his girlfriend was just starting to become a name in the industry. Apparently the guy, Mamoru Miyazaki, had a reputation for fooling around with some of his models. Mamoru was tall, well built, and had dark hair similar to Akira, though not as unruly.
Ann had confined in Akira that Mamoru had flirted with her heavily during a previous photoshoot, and had kept it up afterward by sending her the occasional text. Most men might have been angered after learning that girlfriend had been hit on like that, but Akira had been excited to hear it. He had always been secretly into NTR. Ann had been intrigued to hear about his interest, and after a while, agreed to play along. The next time Mamoru had sent her a text, Ann texted him back.
Ann kept Akira fully informed of everything the two talked about. At first, they simply discussed the industry while getting to know each other better. Then their conversation grew more playful. The man's many compliments toward Ann started to veer away from being professionally-minded and became much more personal. Mamoru talked a big game it seemed. Ann was swamped with compliments about her beauty, her grace, and her sensuality. Ann was shy at first, but soon enough, she was flirting right back.
A fairly transparent request to pose for him in a bikini for an advertisement came soon after. After being encouraged to by her boyfriend, Ann had accepted the offer...with one condition: her boyfriend Akira, who was into the idea, would need to come along and watch. Mamoru agreed with only one stipulation of his own: Akira could not intervene no matter what, and only Ann would have the power to stop the proceedings. Akira trusted his girlfriend completely and had no problem agreeing to the stipulation.
"Alright. Now let's get you on the chair. Stretch those gorgeous legs out and give me another smile." Mamoru ordered smoothly, straightening up.
Ann grinned and walked right by him. As she did, Akira saw Mamoru reach out, and with a very light touch, run his fingers from her upper thighs to her butt. He must have given her ass a gentle squeeze then, because Ann let out a pretty gasp in response. Ann raised an eyebrow at him, but if anything, her smile only became more inviting.
Ann took the time to glance over at Akira before she sat down. Finding nothing objectionable in his demeanor, she winked at him before returning her attention to the photographer. Akira felt his cock hardening rapidly. Mamoru had taken a chance there, and from his girlfriend's response, his boldness had been rewarded. Clearly, the guy was only going to get bolder.
Ann lied down on the folded out beach chair, stretching out her legs as he had told her to. Mamoru raised his camera once more and started taking snapshots from slightly different angles. Ann was a trained model at this point, so she gave him all sorts of different expressions as he did so.
"Good. Very good. Now I want you to turn your body this way. Put your right hand under your cheek, and rest your left hand on your hip. That's it." Mamoru ordered again, squatting down beside Ann as she followed his instructions.
From Akira's angle, he had a great view of Ann's butt. The tiny bikini she was wearing was providing her with no more coverage than an average thong. The photographer had practically cupped her bare ass. Akira swallowed and took a few deep breaths. He didn't want to get ahead of the proceedings.
"Now pull your leg a little closer to your body. Here, let me show you." Mamoru said smoothly, reaching out once more.
Mamoru put his hand underneath Ann's thigh and used it to raise her leg into the position he desired. Ann giggled and allowed him to do so. Mamoru smiled at her reaction and kept his hand possessively on her thigh for a few seconds longer than was necessary before pulling away.
"Now I want you to hold your bikini string up. Like you're thinking about untying it." Mamoru ordered again from his squatting position, raising his camera.
Ann did as she was told once again. Akira saw Ann take hold of the tiny bikini string on her hip and raise it in the air. If she pulled just a little more, her bikini bottom would come undone. His girlfriend's pussy would be ******* to the man in front of her. Akira found himself wishing she would. Mamoru didn't seem to be as preoccupied, however. Mamoru was a photographer, first and foremost. He wanted the shot more than anything else.
"Perfect. Now give me that same smile from before." Mamoru ordered again, snapping picture after picture of Ann on the chair.
After half a dozen shots from slightly different angles, Mamoru lowered the camera and placed it on the ground in front of him. He had a satisfied look on his face.
"We got the shot. Great job." Mamoru said simply, looking at Ann with an easy grin.
"Really?" Ann asked happily, giving him a wide smile of her own.
Mamoru nodded, then leaned forward. Before Ann could do anything to forestall him, Mamoru kissed her. It looked to be a light kiss at first, but after Ann kissed him back, that changed. The kiss became heavier, and with the way Ann's head subtly shifted to the side, Akira knew that she was allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth.
Mamoru placed his hand on Ann's hip, but he wasn't content to just leave it there. Mamoru squeezed his girlfriend's ass again, and this time, it wasn't playful. It was an assertion of control. It was a clear statement to both Ann and Akira that at the moment, the beautiful blonde model in front of him belonged to Mamoru. Ann quickly began kissing him back that much harder. Akira, for his part, stayed silent. He had agreed not to intervene, after all.
With his assertive move having been welcomed, Mamoru broke off the kiss and stood up. Akira could hear his girlfriend trying to catch her breath after the long, passionate kiss she had shared with the man. Mamoru unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Akira thought it was the same size as his own at first, but after a moment, he realized Mamoru's cock wasn't fully hard yet. Mamoru looked down at Ann expectantly and said nothing. He didn't need to. It was clear what he wanted. The question was, would Ann comply?
Ann answered that question a moment later. She got on her knees on top of the beach chair and eagerly took Mamoru's cock in her mouth. Akira's breath caught after seeing that. Ann would do that for him every so often, but she had never been too excited to do so. From the way Ann was bobbing up and down on Mamoru's cock though, she was excited for this. Ann's pace slowed a little bit as she kept sucking, probably because Mamoru's cock had reached its full length and thickness in her mouth.
Mamoru settled a hand on top of Ann's head as she kept sucking him. It was another one of his subtle gestures aimed at asserting his control. Ann evidently liked it, as she slipped a hand inside her bikini bottoms and started rubbing herself slowly. This continued for a few minutes, with Akira wondering if Mamoru was going to finish in Ann's mouth or not. Eventually, though, Mamoru used both hands to bring Ann's blowjob to a halt. He kept his cock in Ann's mouth for a few seconds afterward, as if to test whether she would pull away or wait submissively for him to direct her. Ann did the latter, remaining stationary while looking up into his eyes.
"That was fantastic. But now I want you to stand up and bend over the chair." Mamoru ordered in the same calm, assertive voice as he had before.
Ann took his cock out of her mouth with a quiet "pop" sound. She took a moment to catch her breath before standing up from the chair. Ann quickly turned around, gripping the top of the chair and bending over so that she was turned toward Akira and facing away from Mamoru.
Mamoru stepped behind Ann and untied her bikini bottoms, causing them to fall to the floor. Akira gulped at the sight before him: his girlfriend was almost naked in front of another man. A moment later, "almost" was no longer the case. Mamoru untied Ann's bikini top, leaving her breasts ******* for the first time. Ann's cheeks were flushed, and now that she was completely naked, it was obvious how excited she was. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was so wet that her thighs were starting to become slick.
Mamoru put his hand on Ann's back and pushed down, forcing her to bend over more until her ass was in the air. Mamoru moved closer to Ann, and Akira could see his hard cock between Ann's legs. It hadn't occurred to Akira until this moment, but Mamoru wasn't wearing a condom or anything. And to his knowledge, Ann wasn't on any kind of birth control. Akira's cock became incredibly hard at the thought. He had given his word that he wouldn't intervene, and right now, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
His girlfriend certainly had the power to put a stop to things, but it seemed she had no intention of doing so. Ann was so turned on that she had unconsciously spread her legs wider, as if she was trying to give Mamoru better access to her pussy. A moment later, Mamoru obliged her implicit request; he slipped his cock inside her.
Ann let out a very sexy moan as soon as he buried every inch of his cock into her pussy. Her mouth remained in a small "o" afterward. Ann clearly wasn't used to his larger size. Mamoru began fucking her slowly, making certain to drive his cock as deeply as he could each time he thrust into her. Ann dropped her head and gripped the top of the chair. From what Akira could see, Ann seemed to be in danger of being overwhelmed by the sensations she was experiencing.
However, Ann soon looked up into Akira's eyes. Akira couldn't tell what she was trying to figure out, if anything. But at least Ann hadn't forgotten his existence. His girlfriend's gaze drifted down to the distinct bulge in Akira's pants. She smiled then, and mimed a miniature jacking-off motion with her hand. Akira swallowed tightly, and after a nod of encouragement from Ann, unzipped his pants. He did as his girlfriend had directed him to and began masturbating in full view of Ann.
Ann's smile turned into more of a grin, and she began meeting Mamoru's thrusts with her hips, her long blonde pigtails swaying each time. Mamoru responded to this by grabbing her hips and picking up the pace. Ann's moans ratcheted higher and louder by the minute. Akira had heard that sound often enough before. His girlfriend was nearing a climax.
Akira could see the moment it happened. One of Ann's unconscious ticks when she came was that her eyes crossed slightly for just a second. Akira's cock throbbed heavily as he remembered how Ann's pussy would tighten up tremendously when she came. Right now though, it was Mamoru's cock that was appreciating that sensation. Akira almost came at the thought, but he managed to hold himself back. He could just imagine Ann's mirth if he spurted from his own hand before Mamoru (who, after all, was currently enjoying the silky tightness of her pussy) did.
Mamoru had to know that Ann was cumming, but he didn't slow down one iota. The photographer just kept fucking Ann at his preferred pace, occasionally reaching down to fondle Ann's swaying breasts. Every time Akira saw Mamoru grasp her nipples between his fingers, his cock throbbed. Akira loved touching his girlfriend's full breasts, and seeing another man do it in his place had his head spinning.
Ann came down from her orgasm after more than a minute of highly sexual moaning. The stamina she had built up from their Phantom Thieves activities meant that she had never needed Mamoru to hold her up even through the throes of her climax. Not many girls could have done that. With his girlfriend able to think clearly again, she returned her focus to Akira in front of her.
They locked gazes once more. This time, Akira could detect a hint of a challenging look in her eyes. It might have been entirely in his imagination, but Ann seemed to be saying: Look at the way he fucks me. Could you do that? Why isn't it you, anyway? Why are you sitting there helplessly on the sofa, touching yourself while he takes me?
Akira had no answer. True, Akira had given his word that he wouldn't interfere, but he knew a normal guy would have stopped this no matter what he had said previously. If he was being completely honest with himself, Akira was more turned on watching this than he would have been if he was in Mamoru's shoes. Something about seeing his girlfriend being fucked, and fucked very well, was tremendously hot. He could only watch the amazing sight in front of him and continue to touch himself, even if his actions (or lack thereof) were lowering himself in Ann's eyes.
Soon afterward, Mamoru began fucking her harder than ever. Each time he drove his cock into Ann's pussy, it would cause her fantastic tits to bounce fetchingly. More often than not, they would be nestled into Mamoru's large hands. Ann kept looking at Akira with that slightly challenging look, alternating between his face and his cock, until she could not do so any longer. That was because she was clearly about to climax for the second time in 10 minutes.
This time, it seemed Mamoru would join her. He began grunting with every thrust he made. So far, Mamoru hadn't cum. But Akira knew that as soon as Ann was overtaken by her climax, with her pussy tightening instinctively, Mamoru wouldn't last long. Akira was on the edge of cumming himself. Akira found himself wishing the two people fucking in front of him would finally finish. Only then would he allow himself to spurt.
Less than a minute later, it happened. Ann came first, and his girlfriend's loud, sensual moans were followed by an equally loud grunt from Mamoru. He pulled Ann in as tightly as he could, and Akira swallowed heavily as he realized that the man was cumming inside his girlfriend's pussy. A moment later, Akira stopped holding back. He leaned back on the sofa and spurted into the air, relishing the pure pleasure floating through his mind and body. He could hear the satisfied noises being made by both his girlfriend and the man that was fucking her.
Akira opened his eyes and saw that Mamoru was the first to fully recover. He stepped back and pulled his softening cock out of Ann. Akira looked down and saw how his girlfriend's pussy was gaping slightly. It didn't do that after Akira had fucked her, at least not to that degree. Akira swallowed again and wondered how Ann's pussy would feel after the session she had just had. A second later, cum started to drip out slowly. It looked like Mamoru had deposited quite a load inside her.
Ann, having recovered afterward, straightened up. His girlfriend looked admirably indefatigable despite what she had just gone through. Akira assumed she was going to give Mamoru some attention first, but instead, she walked over to where Akira was sitting, entirely naked except for her sky-blue high heels. She bent down in front of Akira and kissed him softly. Ann then broke off the kiss and straightened up again.
"Do you want to do that thing we talked about?" Ann asked huskily, her eyes shining.
"What thing?" Akira asked after a moment, his brain not exactly at its most clear.
Ann said nothing. She merely raised her eyebrows and waited for Akira to remember. Akira racked his brains and thought about what his girlfriend could be referring to. Wait. Did she mean...? Akira's eyes widened and he looked down at Ann's well-fucked pussy. Akira had only said it once, in passing. And it was during sex. Had Ann really remembered? Absurdly enough, Akira's cock hardened once more at the idea even though it hadn't been more than two minutes since he had just orgasmed. Ann looked at his rapidly hardening cock and smiled, her lip curling ever so slightly.
"Lay back on the sofa." Ann commanded softly, putting one hand on her hip.
Akira, unable to think clearly from the haze of his sudden excitement, obeyed. He couldn't believe this was happening, but all evidence indicated that it was. As soon as he did so, Ann straddled him on the sofa. Not over his hips, where his cock was sticking out, but over Akira's head. Ann shuffled forward until her knees were on either side of him, then settled down with her hips. Ann's recently fucked pussy, with the man's cum seeping out of it, was right in front of Akira's eyes.
"Get busy then. You've got a lot to clean up." Ann ordered in an amused tone, sounding more domme-ish by the minute.
Akira was frozen. This was one of his deepest fantasies, but actually doing it was another thing entirely. Ann sighed and reached back behind her. A moment later, Akira felt her fingers find his cock. She stroked it for a few seconds, but then reached down further. Ann grabbed his balls and held them tightly in her hand.
"Tick tock." Ann said simply, giving his balls a sharp squeeze.
The pain Akira felt got his brain in gear. He extended his tongue and licked beneath Ann's pussy, where Mamoru's cum had seeped out. The taste was not terribly pleasant, but Akira could handle it. As soon as he started licking, Ann released his balls and returned to stroking his cock slowly.
"That's it. Keep going." Ann said encouragingly, smiling at him.
"You two are something else." Mamoru said from a short distance away from them, laughing.
Akira could see Ann turn to Mamoru and offer him a grin, though she quickly returned her attention to Akira. The first few licks were the hardest. Akira was able to push past his natural reticence and managed to lick the outside of Ann's pussy until it was spotless. His girlfriend's pleasurable sighs spurred him on, and Akira began putting his tongue inside Ann's pussy. That was where the lion's share of the cum Mamoru had pumped into her was still waiting.
"Are you enjoying yourself? I know I am." Ann remarked happily, moving her hips back and forth gently.
Akira obviously couldn't answer. He was too busy swallowing a copious amount of cum that he had retrieved with his tongue. Had he been able to answer honestly, Akira couldn't have said for sure whether he liked it. His cock certainly did though; it throbbed every few seconds. Along with Ann's stroking, he was perilously close to cumming again. Unfortunately, his girlfriend knew his body's mannerisms just as well as he knew hers. She took her hands off his cock at once.
"Sorry. Only when you've gotten it all out." Ann said loftily, grinning at him.
Mamoru stepped into Akira's field of vision. The photographer had gotten fully dressed and had a hold of his camera in one hand. For a heart-stopping moment, Akira thought he was going to take a picture of the proceedings. Instead, he bent down slightly to give Ann a kiss. Just like earlier, what may have been intended as a quick kiss lasted for almost ten seconds before Mamoru broke it off. During the kiss, Mamoru reached out with a very casual air and fondled Ann's breast one more time, pinching her hardened nipple gently.
"I'm going to go develop this film. Have fun, you two." Mamoru said in a friendly tone, letting Ann's breast go.
Akira watched Mamoru leave his field of vision and returned his attention to Ann. His girlfriend watched Mamoru leave, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure. His girlfriend soon turned back to watch Akira’s efforts, her long pigtails swaying with the motion of her neck. Ann was moving her hips faster than before and her cheeks looked flushed. It seemed incredible, but Ann looked to be on her way to a third climax, this time from Akira's tongue.
Akira had gotten most of the cum out of Ann's pussy, but there was still a little bit left. He had to insert his tongue as deeply as possible, and every time he did it, Ann let out an exceedingly sexy moan. Maybe her recent activities had left her body more sensitive than before, or maybe it was the knowledge of what her boyfriend was truly doing, but Ann was arriving at an orgasm much faster than she usually did when Akira gave her oral sex.
After several minutes of Akira's skillful motion with his tongue (and after it was obvious that he had gotten every drop of cum from her pussy), Ann arched her back and gave into her third climax of the day. True to her word, she returned to stroking Akira's cock. The motion of her hand was weak and distracted, but it was more than enough to cause Akira to spurt instantly. Akira closed his eyes and let out a moan of his own, but the sound was entirely muffled by his girlfriend's pussy.
Ann's third climax seemed less intense than the first two had been, but that was probably for the best. Ann might have passed out otherwise. Her well-satisfied pussy spasmed around Akira's tongue nevertheless, and he did his best to spur Ann's climax further. Eventually, Ann came down from the dizzying highs she had been experiencing. Ann took several moments to catch her breath and then she looked down at him. Even though she looked to be in the mood to talk more than anything, Ann seemed unwilling to relinquish the advantageous position she was in at the moment.
"I'd say that worked out really well. Wouldn't you?" Ann asked sweetly, grinning down at Akira again.
"It was better than I imagined." Akira answered honestly, swallowing.
"I thought so. You know, he mentioned another photoshoot next week..." Ann said hopefully, leaving her implicit question hanging in the air.
"Well...sounds like you should RSVP then." Akira answered after a moment, knowing what his girlfriend very much wanted to hear.
Ann smiled once more, her eyes shining with the many possibilities that were now open to her.
"Like this?" Ann asked with a giggle, offering him an amused smirk as she maintained her pose.
Akira's girlfriend Ann looked incredible in a skimpy, tropical-print string bikini and sky blue high heels. Her light blonde hair was in its usual long pigtails, and her toned body made her absolutely perfect for this shoot. If girls thought they could look a fraction as good as Ann did if they bought the bikini she had on, the company would sell out of them in a flash.
From Akira's position on the other side of the room, he could see her standing behind a folded-out beach chair. She was supporting herself with both hands on the back of the chair and was looking sideways at the photographer. From the way she was leaning over, the photographer had to be getting a great look at her gorgeous profile.
"Yeah. Just like that." the photographer answered smoothly, nodding as he snapped another photo.
The three of them were inside a large, dimly lit studio, with only Ann and the various props around her being illuminated. She was standing in front of a tall green screen. After the photographs had been taken, the company paying for the pictures would use editing software to digitally insert Ann onto a beach somewhere, completing the scene from their end.
Akira leaned back on the sofa, trying to relax. It wasn't his first time watching Ann do a fashion shoot. This was a little different, however. The man who was currently taking shot after shot of his girlfriend was just starting to become a name in the industry. Apparently the guy, Mamoru Miyazaki, had a reputation for fooling around with some of his models. Mamoru was tall, well built, and had dark hair similar to Akira, though not as unruly.
Ann had confined in Akira that Mamoru had flirted with her heavily during a previous photoshoot, and had kept it up afterward by sending her the occasional text. Most men might have been angered after learning that girlfriend had been hit on like that, but Akira had been excited to hear it. He had always been secretly into NTR. Ann had been intrigued to hear about his interest, and after a while, agreed to play along. The next time Mamoru had sent her a text, Ann texted him back.
Ann kept Akira fully informed of everything the two talked about. At first, they simply discussed the industry while getting to know each other better. Then their conversation grew more playful. The man's many compliments toward Ann started to veer away from being professionally-minded and became much more personal. Mamoru talked a big game it seemed. Ann was swamped with compliments about her beauty, her grace, and her sensuality. Ann was shy at first, but soon enough, she was flirting right back.
A fairly transparent request to pose for him in a bikini for an advertisement came soon after. After being encouraged to by her boyfriend, Ann had accepted the offer...with one condition: her boyfriend Akira, who was into the idea, would need to come along and watch. Mamoru agreed with only one stipulation of his own: Akira could not intervene no matter what, and only Ann would have the power to stop the proceedings. Akira trusted his girlfriend completely and had no problem agreeing to the stipulation.
"Alright. Now let's get you on the chair. Stretch those gorgeous legs out and give me another smile." Mamoru ordered smoothly, straightening up.
Ann grinned and walked right by him. As she did, Akira saw Mamoru reach out, and with a very light touch, run his fingers from her upper thighs to her butt. He must have given her ass a gentle squeeze then, because Ann let out a pretty gasp in response. Ann raised an eyebrow at him, but if anything, her smile only became more inviting.
Ann took the time to glance over at Akira before she sat down. Finding nothing objectionable in his demeanor, she winked at him before returning her attention to the photographer. Akira felt his cock hardening rapidly. Mamoru had taken a chance there, and from his girlfriend's response, his boldness had been rewarded. Clearly, the guy was only going to get bolder.
Ann lied down on the folded out beach chair, stretching out her legs as he had told her to. Mamoru raised his camera once more and started taking snapshots from slightly different angles. Ann was a trained model at this point, so she gave him all sorts of different expressions as he did so.
"Good. Very good. Now I want you to turn your body this way. Put your right hand under your cheek, and rest your left hand on your hip. That's it." Mamoru ordered again, squatting down beside Ann as she followed his instructions.
From Akira's angle, he had a great view of Ann's butt. The tiny bikini she was wearing was providing her with no more coverage than an average thong. The photographer had practically cupped her bare ass. Akira swallowed and took a few deep breaths. He didn't want to get ahead of the proceedings.
"Now pull your leg a little closer to your body. Here, let me show you." Mamoru said smoothly, reaching out once more.
Mamoru put his hand underneath Ann's thigh and used it to raise her leg into the position he desired. Ann giggled and allowed him to do so. Mamoru smiled at her reaction and kept his hand possessively on her thigh for a few seconds longer than was necessary before pulling away.
"Now I want you to hold your bikini string up. Like you're thinking about untying it." Mamoru ordered again from his squatting position, raising his camera.
Ann did as she was told once again. Akira saw Ann take hold of the tiny bikini string on her hip and raise it in the air. If she pulled just a little more, her bikini bottom would come undone. His girlfriend's pussy would be ******* to the man in front of her. Akira found himself wishing she would. Mamoru didn't seem to be as preoccupied, however. Mamoru was a photographer, first and foremost. He wanted the shot more than anything else.
"Perfect. Now give me that same smile from before." Mamoru ordered again, snapping picture after picture of Ann on the chair.
After half a dozen shots from slightly different angles, Mamoru lowered the camera and placed it on the ground in front of him. He had a satisfied look on his face.
"We got the shot. Great job." Mamoru said simply, looking at Ann with an easy grin.
"Really?" Ann asked happily, giving him a wide smile of her own.
Mamoru nodded, then leaned forward. Before Ann could do anything to forestall him, Mamoru kissed her. It looked to be a light kiss at first, but after Ann kissed him back, that changed. The kiss became heavier, and with the way Ann's head subtly shifted to the side, Akira knew that she was allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth.
Mamoru placed his hand on Ann's hip, but he wasn't content to just leave it there. Mamoru squeezed his girlfriend's ass again, and this time, it wasn't playful. It was an assertion of control. It was a clear statement to both Ann and Akira that at the moment, the beautiful blonde model in front of him belonged to Mamoru. Ann quickly began kissing him back that much harder. Akira, for his part, stayed silent. He had agreed not to intervene, after all.
With his assertive move having been welcomed, Mamoru broke off the kiss and stood up. Akira could hear his girlfriend trying to catch her breath after the long, passionate kiss she had shared with the man. Mamoru unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Akira thought it was the same size as his own at first, but after a moment, he realized Mamoru's cock wasn't fully hard yet. Mamoru looked down at Ann expectantly and said nothing. He didn't need to. It was clear what he wanted. The question was, would Ann comply?
Ann answered that question a moment later. She got on her knees on top of the beach chair and eagerly took Mamoru's cock in her mouth. Akira's breath caught after seeing that. Ann would do that for him every so often, but she had never been too excited to do so. From the way Ann was bobbing up and down on Mamoru's cock though, she was excited for this. Ann's pace slowed a little bit as she kept sucking, probably because Mamoru's cock had reached its full length and thickness in her mouth.
Mamoru settled a hand on top of Ann's head as she kept sucking him. It was another one of his subtle gestures aimed at asserting his control. Ann evidently liked it, as she slipped a hand inside her bikini bottoms and started rubbing herself slowly. This continued for a few minutes, with Akira wondering if Mamoru was going to finish in Ann's mouth or not. Eventually, though, Mamoru used both hands to bring Ann's blowjob to a halt. He kept his cock in Ann's mouth for a few seconds afterward, as if to test whether she would pull away or wait submissively for him to direct her. Ann did the latter, remaining stationary while looking up into his eyes.
"That was fantastic. But now I want you to stand up and bend over the chair." Mamoru ordered in the same calm, assertive voice as he had before.
Ann took his cock out of her mouth with a quiet "pop" sound. She took a moment to catch her breath before standing up from the chair. Ann quickly turned around, gripping the top of the chair and bending over so that she was turned toward Akira and facing away from Mamoru.
Mamoru stepped behind Ann and untied her bikini bottoms, causing them to fall to the floor. Akira gulped at the sight before him: his girlfriend was almost naked in front of another man. A moment later, "almost" was no longer the case. Mamoru untied Ann's bikini top, leaving her breasts ******* for the first time. Ann's cheeks were flushed, and now that she was completely naked, it was obvious how excited she was. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was so wet that her thighs were starting to become slick.
Mamoru put his hand on Ann's back and pushed down, forcing her to bend over more until her ass was in the air. Mamoru moved closer to Ann, and Akira could see his hard cock between Ann's legs. It hadn't occurred to Akira until this moment, but Mamoru wasn't wearing a condom or anything. And to his knowledge, Ann wasn't on any kind of birth control. Akira's cock became incredibly hard at the thought. He had given his word that he wouldn't intervene, and right now, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
His girlfriend certainly had the power to put a stop to things, but it seemed she had no intention of doing so. Ann was so turned on that she had unconsciously spread her legs wider, as if she was trying to give Mamoru better access to her pussy. A moment later, Mamoru obliged her implicit request; he slipped his cock inside her.
Ann let out a very sexy moan as soon as he buried every inch of his cock into her pussy. Her mouth remained in a small "o" afterward. Ann clearly wasn't used to his larger size. Mamoru began fucking her slowly, making certain to drive his cock as deeply as he could each time he thrust into her. Ann dropped her head and gripped the top of the chair. From what Akira could see, Ann seemed to be in danger of being overwhelmed by the sensations she was experiencing.
However, Ann soon looked up into Akira's eyes. Akira couldn't tell what she was trying to figure out, if anything. But at least Ann hadn't forgotten his existence. His girlfriend's gaze drifted down to the distinct bulge in Akira's pants. She smiled then, and mimed a miniature jacking-off motion with her hand. Akira swallowed tightly, and after a nod of encouragement from Ann, unzipped his pants. He did as his girlfriend had directed him to and began masturbating in full view of Ann.
Ann's smile turned into more of a grin, and she began meeting Mamoru's thrusts with her hips, her long blonde pigtails swaying each time. Mamoru responded to this by grabbing her hips and picking up the pace. Ann's moans ratcheted higher and louder by the minute. Akira had heard that sound often enough before. His girlfriend was nearing a climax.
Akira could see the moment it happened. One of Ann's unconscious ticks when she came was that her eyes crossed slightly for just a second. Akira's cock throbbed heavily as he remembered how Ann's pussy would tighten up tremendously when she came. Right now though, it was Mamoru's cock that was appreciating that sensation. Akira almost came at the thought, but he managed to hold himself back. He could just imagine Ann's mirth if he spurted from his own hand before Mamoru (who, after all, was currently enjoying the silky tightness of her pussy) did.
Mamoru had to know that Ann was cumming, but he didn't slow down one iota. The photographer just kept fucking Ann at his preferred pace, occasionally reaching down to fondle Ann's swaying breasts. Every time Akira saw Mamoru grasp her nipples between his fingers, his cock throbbed. Akira loved touching his girlfriend's full breasts, and seeing another man do it in his place had his head spinning.
Ann came down from her orgasm after more than a minute of highly sexual moaning. The stamina she had built up from their Phantom Thieves activities meant that she had never needed Mamoru to hold her up even through the throes of her climax. Not many girls could have done that. With his girlfriend able to think clearly again, she returned her focus to Akira in front of her.
They locked gazes once more. This time, Akira could detect a hint of a challenging look in her eyes. It might have been entirely in his imagination, but Ann seemed to be saying: Look at the way he fucks me. Could you do that? Why isn't it you, anyway? Why are you sitting there helplessly on the sofa, touching yourself while he takes me?
Akira had no answer. True, Akira had given his word that he wouldn't interfere, but he knew a normal guy would have stopped this no matter what he had said previously. If he was being completely honest with himself, Akira was more turned on watching this than he would have been if he was in Mamoru's shoes. Something about seeing his girlfriend being fucked, and fucked very well, was tremendously hot. He could only watch the amazing sight in front of him and continue to touch himself, even if his actions (or lack thereof) were lowering himself in Ann's eyes.
Soon afterward, Mamoru began fucking her harder than ever. Each time he drove his cock into Ann's pussy, it would cause her fantastic tits to bounce fetchingly. More often than not, they would be nestled into Mamoru's large hands. Ann kept looking at Akira with that slightly challenging look, alternating between his face and his cock, until she could not do so any longer. That was because she was clearly about to climax for the second time in 10 minutes.
This time, it seemed Mamoru would join her. He began grunting with every thrust he made. So far, Mamoru hadn't cum. But Akira knew that as soon as Ann was overtaken by her climax, with her pussy tightening instinctively, Mamoru wouldn't last long. Akira was on the edge of cumming himself. Akira found himself wishing the two people fucking in front of him would finally finish. Only then would he allow himself to spurt.
Less than a minute later, it happened. Ann came first, and his girlfriend's loud, sensual moans were followed by an equally loud grunt from Mamoru. He pulled Ann in as tightly as he could, and Akira swallowed heavily as he realized that the man was cumming inside his girlfriend's pussy. A moment later, Akira stopped holding back. He leaned back on the sofa and spurted into the air, relishing the pure pleasure floating through his mind and body. He could hear the satisfied noises being made by both his girlfriend and the man that was fucking her.
Akira opened his eyes and saw that Mamoru was the first to fully recover. He stepped back and pulled his softening cock out of Ann. Akira looked down and saw how his girlfriend's pussy was gaping slightly. It didn't do that after Akira had fucked her, at least not to that degree. Akira swallowed again and wondered how Ann's pussy would feel after the session she had just had. A second later, cum started to drip out slowly. It looked like Mamoru had deposited quite a load inside her.
Ann, having recovered afterward, straightened up. His girlfriend looked admirably indefatigable despite what she had just gone through. Akira assumed she was going to give Mamoru some attention first, but instead, she walked over to where Akira was sitting, entirely naked except for her sky-blue high heels. She bent down in front of Akira and kissed him softly. Ann then broke off the kiss and straightened up again.
"Do you want to do that thing we talked about?" Ann asked huskily, her eyes shining.
"What thing?" Akira asked after a moment, his brain not exactly at its most clear.
Ann said nothing. She merely raised her eyebrows and waited for Akira to remember. Akira racked his brains and thought about what his girlfriend could be referring to. Wait. Did she mean...? Akira's eyes widened and he looked down at Ann's well-fucked pussy. Akira had only said it once, in passing. And it was during sex. Had Ann really remembered? Absurdly enough, Akira's cock hardened once more at the idea even though it hadn't been more than two minutes since he had just orgasmed. Ann looked at his rapidly hardening cock and smiled, her lip curling ever so slightly.
"Lay back on the sofa." Ann commanded softly, putting one hand on her hip.
Akira, unable to think clearly from the haze of his sudden excitement, obeyed. He couldn't believe this was happening, but all evidence indicated that it was. As soon as he did so, Ann straddled him on the sofa. Not over his hips, where his cock was sticking out, but over Akira's head. Ann shuffled forward until her knees were on either side of him, then settled down with her hips. Ann's recently fucked pussy, with the man's cum seeping out of it, was right in front of Akira's eyes.
"Get busy then. You've got a lot to clean up." Ann ordered in an amused tone, sounding more domme-ish by the minute.
Akira was frozen. This was one of his deepest fantasies, but actually doing it was another thing entirely. Ann sighed and reached back behind her. A moment later, Akira felt her fingers find his cock. She stroked it for a few seconds, but then reached down further. Ann grabbed his balls and held them tightly in her hand.
"Tick tock." Ann said simply, giving his balls a sharp squeeze.
The pain Akira felt got his brain in gear. He extended his tongue and licked beneath Ann's pussy, where Mamoru's cum had seeped out. The taste was not terribly pleasant, but Akira could handle it. As soon as he started licking, Ann released his balls and returned to stroking his cock slowly.
"That's it. Keep going." Ann said encouragingly, smiling at him.
"You two are something else." Mamoru said from a short distance away from them, laughing.
Akira could see Ann turn to Mamoru and offer him a grin, though she quickly returned her attention to Akira. The first few licks were the hardest. Akira was able to push past his natural reticence and managed to lick the outside of Ann's pussy until it was spotless. His girlfriend's pleasurable sighs spurred him on, and Akira began putting his tongue inside Ann's pussy. That was where the lion's share of the cum Mamoru had pumped into her was still waiting.
"Are you enjoying yourself? I know I am." Ann remarked happily, moving her hips back and forth gently.
Akira obviously couldn't answer. He was too busy swallowing a copious amount of cum that he had retrieved with his tongue. Had he been able to answer honestly, Akira couldn't have said for sure whether he liked it. His cock certainly did though; it throbbed every few seconds. Along with Ann's stroking, he was perilously close to cumming again. Unfortunately, his girlfriend knew his body's mannerisms just as well as he knew hers. She took her hands off his cock at once.
"Sorry. Only when you've gotten it all out." Ann said loftily, grinning at him.
Mamoru stepped into Akira's field of vision. The photographer had gotten fully dressed and had a hold of his camera in one hand. For a heart-stopping moment, Akira thought he was going to take a picture of the proceedings. Instead, he bent down slightly to give Ann a kiss. Just like earlier, what may have been intended as a quick kiss lasted for almost ten seconds before Mamoru broke it off. During the kiss, Mamoru reached out with a very casual air and fondled Ann's breast one more time, pinching her hardened nipple gently.
"I'm going to go develop this film. Have fun, you two." Mamoru said in a friendly tone, letting Ann's breast go.
Akira watched Mamoru leave his field of vision and returned his attention to Ann. His girlfriend watched Mamoru leave, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure. His girlfriend soon turned back to watch Akira’s efforts, her long pigtails swaying with the motion of her neck. Ann was moving her hips faster than before and her cheeks looked flushed. It seemed incredible, but Ann looked to be on her way to a third climax, this time from Akira's tongue.
Akira had gotten most of the cum out of Ann's pussy, but there was still a little bit left. He had to insert his tongue as deeply as possible, and every time he did it, Ann let out an exceedingly sexy moan. Maybe her recent activities had left her body more sensitive than before, or maybe it was the knowledge of what her boyfriend was truly doing, but Ann was arriving at an orgasm much faster than she usually did when Akira gave her oral sex.
After several minutes of Akira's skillful motion with his tongue (and after it was obvious that he had gotten every drop of cum from her pussy), Ann arched her back and gave into her third climax of the day. True to her word, she returned to stroking Akira's cock. The motion of her hand was weak and distracted, but it was more than enough to cause Akira to spurt instantly. Akira closed his eyes and let out a moan of his own, but the sound was entirely muffled by his girlfriend's pussy.
Ann's third climax seemed less intense than the first two had been, but that was probably for the best. Ann might have passed out otherwise. Her well-satisfied pussy spasmed around Akira's tongue nevertheless, and he did his best to spur Ann's climax further. Eventually, Ann came down from the dizzying highs she had been experiencing. Ann took several moments to catch her breath and then she looked down at him. Even though she looked to be in the mood to talk more than anything, Ann seemed unwilling to relinquish the advantageous position she was in at the moment.
"I'd say that worked out really well. Wouldn't you?" Ann asked sweetly, grinning down at Akira again.
"It was better than I imagined." Akira answered honestly, swallowing.
"I thought so. You know, he mentioned another photoshoot next week..." Ann said hopefully, leaving her implicit question hanging in the air.
"Well...sounds like you should RSVP then." Akira answered after a moment, knowing what his girlfriend very much wanted to hear.
Ann smiled once more, her eyes shining with the many possibilities that were now open to her.
