Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 20:03:39 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cleaner. Part two.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Two.

   The film opened showing the empty lounge that Angela now sat in. The
camera panned to the door as it opened, and in walked Peter. He was wearing
a full length outdoor coat of Carol’s, a wig and high heeled shoes. After
shutting the door, he took off the coat and draped it across the back of a
chair. He paused by the wall mirror there and primped his wig and smoothed
down the dress that he was wearing, and then walked across the room and
went into the bedroom.

   It was obvious that Carol was doing the filming, because the camera then
followed him into that room. Peter was standing by the bed and reached his
hand up behind him and pulled down the zipper of the dress, and shrugged it
down over his shoulders and hips and stepped out of it. Underneath, he was
wearing a black lacy bra with matching panties. A black garter belt was
holding up the stockings. He put the dress onto a hanger and put it away in
the wardrobe.

   Off the end of the bed, he picked up a small sheer nylon peignoir and
put it on. It only came down to his hips and was left open as he sat down
at the dressing table to again fuss with the side curls of the wig. He
picked up a powder puff and gently tapped each cheek with it as he gave a
smile to the mirrored image of himself. He then got up and returned to the
lounge and went over to the bar. He put two glasses on the top and mixed up
a cocktail in a shaker. When mixed, he poured it out into the glasses.

   The camera cut to the front door as it opened, and in walked Carol. She
was dressed in some of Peter’s clothes. Suit, shirt and tie, topped off
with a trilby hat. This was taken off and put on top of the coat that Peter
had placed over the chair, and then walked towards the camera.

   The tape had obviously been edited, because the next shot was of Peter
coyly standing at the bar holding out a cocktail glass, and the next of
Carol taking it from his hand and giving him a kiss as she ran her hand up
his thigh. She took a sip of her drink as Peter loosened her tie, and then
holding both ends, pulled her tight up to him and gave her a deep
kiss. They broke apart and Carol took off her jacket as Peter undid her
trousers and slid his hand inside and obviously started to finger her.

   Carol threw the jacket onto the settee and pushed down her trousers and
stepped out of them. Her hands went onto Peter’s shoulders and pushed him
down onto his knees, where he then buried his face under the shirt and into
her bush. She stood there with her legs wide and her head thrown back as
Peter’s wig bobbed about as he tongued her.

   After a few minutes, Carol pushed his head away from her and he lay down
on the carpet. The peignoir flared around him as he lay flat, the position
revealing his erection straining at the wispy material of his panties. This
he pulled free and held it erect, his large prick looking rather
incongruous sticking up out of these lace panties framed by the garter belt
and stockings.

   Carol went down on her knees between his legs and took his cock into her
mouth, her head going up and down on it. After a few minutes, Peter’s hips
started to move in time with her head. She then stopped and rose up and
pulling up her shirt, moved forward till she was over him. With her hand
holding his erection upright, she settled herself over him and lowered
herself down onto his shaft. She then undid her shirt so that his hands
could travel over her body as she moved up and down on his cock, moving
faster and faster. Her head started to swing from side to side as she
pumped and swivelled her hips on his. Peter was bucking up into her till he
arched his back as he obviously started to come inside her. Carol kept
grinding away at him, her body also arching as she started to shudder
before falling forward onto his chest.

   Angela stopped the tape there and rewound it, took it from the machine
and replaced it back in the cabinet. She carried on and cleaned what was
left to do before leaving the flat. She thought about the photos and tapes
on the way home and for several days afterwards.

                                                         *

   So it was by design that Angela phoned Carol the next week saying that
she couldn’t make it Tuesday, and if it would be alright if she came in on
the Wednesday instead? Angela knew that Carol always worked from home on
Wednesday’s which was the reason for the change. Carol agreed, as long as
she didn’t mind have to clean round her while she worked. So Angela duly
turned up that morning, just after nine. By eleven, she was nearly
finished, and Carol said she would transfer to the kitchen so Angela could
finish the lounge. With this done, Angela went into the kitchen where Carol
was sipping a glass of wine as she pensively studied the laid out drawings.

   ‘They’re lovely,’ exclaimed Angela.

   ‘You really think so?’ asked Carol.

   ‘I do. They really are good. I like this one,’ Angela said, gently
touching her finger to one.

   ‘Yes. I like that one too. What about this one?’ Carol asked
indicating one at the end. All the drawings were of clothes or
underwear. This one she had pointed to was of a skirt and blouse.

   ‘Er…not really. It’s too full at the hips. I don’t think it would
look very good from the back when she’s walking along, if you know what I
mean.’

   ‘Ummm!  You’ve got a point there,’ Carol said, sipping again at her
wine. She put the glass down and gathered the drawings together. Tapped and
tamped the pile, getting them into a nice square block. She then set them
down on the table.

   ‘That was a very good observation,’ Carol said, ‘you’ve got an eye
I think. Take a look through these and put them in the order that you would
rate them.’ She pushed the pile towards Angela.

   ‘Sit down and…Oh. I’m sorry. I should have asked. Do you have the
time?’

   ‘Yes’, said Angela, pulling out a chair and sitting down, ‘I’ve no
more jobs today. I’ve got all day to play with. ‘She went through the
drawings slowly, making three piles of them she had looked at. The last one
she held up and smiled.

   ‘This one reminds me of the time I posed for some magazine wearing
something like this,’ as she showed Carol the drawing. It was of a very
flimsy and sexing matching bra and panty set.

   ‘I think they deliberately gave me a bra two sizes too small,’ Angela
laughed. ‘I was more out of it than in.’

   Carol had sat down opposite Angela listening as she described the photo
shoot, and laughed in the right places.

   ‘Well. After we had finished, the guy asked me if I wanted to be in
some movies. You know, adult movies. At the time, I didn’t know exactly
what he meant. Then he told me.’ Angela’s eyes went misty as she gazed away
from Carol. ‘I didn’t of course, but,’ she paused, ‘but knowing what
I know now, I wish I had done it. I’ve often wondered what I looked like
while making love to somebody.’ She gave a dreamy smile, being careful not
to look at Carol. Carol, in turn, stared hard at Angela, her eyes
travelling from her pretty face down to her ample bosom. She took a sip
from her wine.

   ‘Oh sorry,’ Carol exclaimed, ‘there’s me drinking wine in front of
you and not offering you a drink. Do have a glass with me while you finish
looking through the drawings.’ She got up and fetching another glass,
poured out a generous glass full. ‘There,’ she said, pushing the glass
towards her, ‘catch me up. I shouldn’t really drink alone.’

   Angela drank some wine and then went through her three piles and looked
at them again, rearranging some as she continued to sip at her wine. Three
glasses later, she put them into one pile in the order that she thought
that they merited. Carol pulled them across the table and started going
through them slowly. Whilst doing so, Carol said, not lifting her eyes from
the drawings as she turned them over.

   ‘You know that Peter is in T.V. advertising, well we er…we
sometimes we do some filming here. You know, trying out some ideas for
ads.’ She gave a little laugh and a small hiccup as she took another sip of
wine.

   ‘We actually got carried away once and forgot that the camera was
still running, and…and we went and did it! I was so embarrassed when I
saw it the next night. But after that first time, I don’t mind seeing
myself at all doing it.’ She took another big gulp of her wine and poured
some more into Angela’s glass.

   ‘Don’t get me wrong. They’re not shown to anyone. They’re just for
the two of us.’ She paused, then looked Angela in the eye. ‘Did you
really mean it when you said that you would like to see yourself, you know,
er…making love with someone. I…I don’t know what you think of Peter,
but,…I…I wouldn’t mind…’ her voice trailed off. She put her hand
out and covered Angela’s. ‘I’m sorry. It’s the wine. I shouldn’t have
asked you that.’

   Angela put down her wine glass, and covered Carol’s hand with her
own. With a serious look on her face, she studied the expression of concern
on Carol’s face. There was a long pause, before Angela gave out a hiccup
and giggled.

   ‘You should see your face,’ she laughed, and nearly knocked her wine
glass over, ‘if you don’t mind, I don’t mind. A few more glasses of this
stuff and I wouldn’t mind who with, what, where or when,’ she giggled
again.

   Carol got up and went and opened another bottle of wine. She poured then
both full glasses and said, ‘Well, you did say you had nothing on
today,’ she hiccupped again and giggled, I…I didn’t mean that the way it
sounded, but, we could do it this afternoon. You know, er… do a film if
you want. With Peter.’ She moved round the table and put her hand on
Angela’s shoulder. ‘Peter should be home soon. He always comes home
early on a Wednesday.’ She gently let her hand rub the nape of Angela’s
neck. ‘If you say yes, I think it would give Peter the biggest surprise
of his life. Not to say the biggest hard on he will ever get. That’s if you
say yes. Please… say yes. We could really make him jump.’ She pulled out
the chair next to Angela and took her hand in hers as she sat down, her
eyes shining with excitement.

   Angela looked at her and gave her hand a squeeze and nodded her
head. Carol leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss as she jumped up from
the chair, grabbed the wine bottle and her glass.

   ‘Come on. Bring your glass into the bedroom and we’ll get things
ready. Peter will be home soon and we must be ready. ‘Angela picked up
her glass, and with a huge grin on her face, followed Carol out and on into
the bedroom. There, they laid out their quick plan for the video
film. Carol doing most of the talking.

   ‘Now the most important thing is to forget the camera. It’s not
there. Don’t look at it. If you turn toward it at any time, focus your eyes
to a point past my shoulder. Just be natural. Now pretend that you are in
your own room and are getting undressed, preparing to go for a shower.’

   Carol turned on the bright camera lights that were installed in the
corners of the bedroom, and hoisted the camera onto her shoulder.

   ‘Ready to roll. Go, go, go,’ she said and turned on the camera. A
small whirring noise could be heard from the camera.

   Angela moved into the centre of the room and hesitated, looking at the
camera. The slight noise stopped as Carol released the trigger and lowered
the camera.

   ‘Come on Angela. Take a drink and then we’ll start again. The only
difference from the photo shoot you’ve been in before is that you don’t
move and you look into the camera. This is the opposite. Just relax and let
yourself go. Now let’s start again. You do still want to go through with
it? We can stop now if you want to?’

   ‘No let’s do it,’ Angela said, finishing off her glass of
wine. ‘I’m ready this time.’ She put her glass down and waited for Carol
to settle the camera on her shoulder again. She heard the soft whirr and
without prompting, moved out into the viewfinder of the camera. Her heart
was beating fast as she stopped by the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She
slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it onto the corner of the bed. She
then undid the clasp of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her hands
then went up behind her back and unclipped the hooks of her bra.

   The camera was behind and slightly to one side of her, so there was just
a tiny glimpse of breast as she slipped her arms out of the straps. She
tossed the bra onto the blouse and then bent down to pick up her skirt. One
full breast could be seen to hang and swing heavily as she did so. The
skirt landed on her other clothes. Then her fingers hooked themselves into
the top of her panties and slid them down over her hips and down to her
feet. Her tight round buttocks gleamed white in the lights and tightened as
she bent down to pick them up. Another glimpse of her breast and a tuft of
hair from between her upper thighs as she did so.

   She then moved forward to the bathroom, her hips slowly undulating and
moving the cheeks of her bum as she went to the door. There she paused, leg
slightly bent so that her bush couldn’t be seen, but her breasts, big and
full, could be. The she disappeared from view.

   ‘Great,’ shouted Carol, ‘just great. Camera’s off. You can come
out now.’

   Angela poked her head round the corner and Carol waved her to come into
the room.

   ‘Come on. Don’t be shy now. I’m going to see a lot more later, and
you’ll probably see all of me as well. So come in and have another glass of
wine.’

   Angela gave a small smile and walked into the bedroom and took the
proffered glass of wine and drank some, keeping the brave smile on her
face, standing proud as Carol’s eyes roved over her body.

   ‘You do have a lovely figure,’ Carol said, her voice a little husky,
feeling herself start to get damp and hot between her thighs. She moved
closer to Angela and dipped her finger into her wine and licked it off. She
then dipped it in again and the offered the wine covered finger to Angela
who opened her mouth and gently sucked. A little shiver went through Carol
as she slowly pulled her finger free from Angela’s hot mouth. She stammered
about the first shots they had.

   ‘It…it…was perfect. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?’
Carol asked. Angela shook her head, her breasts repeating the
motion. ‘Well it was…I’m lost for words. Let’s not waste the
moment. We’ll take a few more shots. Like coming out of the bathroom and
sitting down at the dressing table where you brush your hair. We’d have a
side shot with you reflected in the mirror, a double image so to speak. You
could also stand up and run the bush through your brush…oops,’ she
giggled, ‘run the brush through your bush was what I meant to say.’

   She reached out slowly, and took the glass from Angela’s hand and
deliberately turned the glass round and sipped from the same side that
Angela’s lips had been. Angela moved in closer until they were almost
touching and took the glass back and put it on the dressing table. She
lifted her arms and put her hands on Carol’s shoulders. Carol’s hands came
up to hold Angela’s face and pulled her towards her so that their lips met.

   It was a slow languorous kiss that took place. They broke apart, both
breathing heavily, it being more obvious with Angela as her naked breasts
heaved up and down. Carol turned away to pick up the camera, her voice
shaky as she said, ‘Let’s…let’s shoot those scenes before we run out
of time.’

   They filmed the clips that Carol said could be inserted into the
finished film wherever appropriate or necessary. They had just finished
when they heard Peter call out from the hall.

                                                         *

   ‘Quick. Into the bathroom, and as we said, wait till I call.’ Carol
said as she shooed Angela into the bathroom, and then turned and called
out. ‘In here darling. In the bedroom, and bring an open bottle of wine
with you.’ She then went and sat at the dressing table and poured out the
last of the bottle she had into the two glasses.

   Peter entered the bedroom with an open bottle and two glasses.

   ‘Hello darling. I’ve got…oh. You’ve got the glasses already.’ He
went over and kissed her, and taking a glass, downed a good mouthful. He
sat down on the corner of the bed and waved the glass at the
camera. ‘What’s this then? A do it yourself kit?’

   ‘Well it’s like this Peter,’ she said as she took a sip of her
wine. ‘You know we’ve made a few films of ourselves,’ she picked up the
camera as she spoke, and turning, walked backward, past the bathroom door,
raising the camera and keeping Peter in the middle of the frame. She
stopped when she could see Angela out of the corner of her eye, and slowly
moved the camera so that the both of them were in the picture, though Peter
was still unaware of her presence. Carol then continued speaking as she
filmed, ‘and that we should do something different.’ She was speaking
round the camera, keeping it running. ‘Well I’ve done something that I
hope you approve of,’ she paused, waiting for him to lift the glass of wine
to his lips, and then she signalled for Angela to move.

   Angela moved out into the doorway of the bathroom, and with one arm up
on the jamb, set a sexy pose, full frontal nudity towards him. Her body was
in profile to the camera at one side, with Peter in the centre. His eyes
shot wide open and he choked on the wine as he suddenly stood up, the wine
spilling down his shirt front.

   ‘Angela,’ he croaked, as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his
shirt.

   ‘Hello Peter,’ Angela drawled in a soft purring silky voice, ‘it’s
nice to see you again.’

   ‘Er…er…it’s…er…lovely to see…er. Wow. To see you!’ he
stammered as he turned and faced Carol and the camera and sat down
again. He gave a big grin to belie his words. ‘You bitch! You set me up
good and proper. I’ve been framed!’ He turned back to look at
Angela. ‘It really is nice to see…to see you Angela,’ his eyes taking
in every inch of her naked body draped in the doorway, ‘very, very nice
to see you. Now the joke’s over, tell me what’s going on?’

   ‘It’s not a joke,’ said Carol, stopping the filming and putting the
camera down as she went over to Peter. He started to get up but she pushed
him back down. She kissed him and motioned to Angela to come over and sit
down next to him. With her hands on his shoulders, she told him what she
and Angela had said and agreed on, but only if he would also agree. He
blushed as he glanced at Angela now sitting next to him, his eyes raking
across her big tits and down to the bush between her thighs.

   ‘Are you sure?’ he asked Carol.

   ‘Yes, aren’t you? Don’t you want to?’ her eyes flicked to Angela’s
naked body.

   ‘No. Yes. No, I mean you. I…you…er…you’ll let me…’ his
voice trailed off. Carol leaned into him and whispered in his ear,

  ‘I will let you, if, if you let me too!’

   ‘You mean…?’

   ‘Yes!’

   Peter turned and looked into Angela’s face, ‘Do you want to?’

   Angela nodded, ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

   ‘Come on then. Places everybody,’ said Carol, jumping up. ‘No
Peter. You stay there. I want to pick up the film where we left
off. Angela. Back in the doorway.’ She picked up the camera and backed off
to where she was last positioned.

   ‘Okay. Cameras rolling.’

   Angela pushed herself off the doorframe and slowly walked over to
Peter. He sat there mesmerised as he watched her move towards him. His eyes
racing up and down her body, and he licked his lips as she stopped in front
of him and knelt down. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits as she
moved. She reached up and undid his tie and pulled it free from the collar
and dropped it on the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, and as he
lifted each arm, pulled it off him.

   She leaned forward and licked some wine that was still on his
chest. Then she pushed him back so that he lay flat with his legs down and
feet still on the floor. First one, and then the other, she lifted his legs
to take off his shoes and socks. Then she straightened herself and leaning
in between his legs, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He
lifted himself up so that she could pulled them down and off.

   His underpants were straining to contain his hard cock inside them. She
ran her fingers up and over his stomach, his cock twitching inside his
pants at her touch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carol move round
till she was square on and quite close. Angela then leaned over and licked
Peter’s stomach and then, showing bared teeth, nibbled on his covered
cock. His body was quivering with anticipation as her fingers slowly
started to pull down his pants. Then, with a sudden pull, they were down on
his thighs and his erection bounced out and slapped him hard against his
belly.

   She used the hand that was on the camera’s side to hold his erection
upright, and by holding her fist on his thigh with her little finger curled
down, made his cock look bigger in her hand than it really was.

   He was uncircumcised, and the head of his cock was straining the inside
of the foreskin. She pinched the head between the two fingers of her other
hand to open up the eye of his prick and gently blew into it and could feel
him tremble under her arm. Then making a show of licking her lips, she
opened them and took him into her mouth, taking in as much as she could
without gagging, and took her hand away so that the camera could see how
much she had taken in. Slowly she raised her head, her saliva glistening on
his shaft as it was revealed. She paused with the head of his penis held
between her teeth as she could hear the still soft whirring as the camera
rolled on. Angela moved her head so that the camera could see that her
cheek was filled with his cock as she rotated her neck to emphasise it.

   She then plunged her head down again, and up. Then down again. Moving
faster and faster. Peter squirmed and gave out a groan. Carol spoke for the
first time from behind the camera.

   ‘Christ! I’m sopping wet!’

   Angela choked and came up off of Peter’s cock, coughing and laughing at
the same time. His prick, the foreskin rolled back revealing the swollen
purple head, throbbing away as it came free from her mouth. Peter groaned
as it slapped against his stomach again as Angela turned her head away as
she finished her coughing.

   ‘Shit,’ said Carol, as she stopped filming and lowered the camera,
‘that was going so well.’

   ‘You shouldn’t have said what you did. It made me jump and nearly
choke myself,’ Angela replied.

   ‘I’m sorry. I just got carried away. If that comes out on film as I
saw it, well. I’m lost for words,’ Carol said as she put the camera
down. She leaned down and helped Angela up to her feet and passed her a
glass of wine. Angela grabbed the glass and sloshed it into her mouth, some
wine spilling from her mouth and running down as a small rivulet between
her breasts. Carol bent forward and stopped the trickle with her tongue,
sweeping up between the ample breasts of Angela.

   ‘What about me,’ croaked Peter from the bed, breaking the growing
spell between the two women.

   ‘Shut up,’ said Carol at the same time as Angela said, ‘Wait.’
They both laughed and hugged each other before turning to Peter lying
there. His legs still hanging over the side of the bed, his arms flung wide
and his erection still throbbing on his stomach. The head of his cock
oozing out the clear love juice. Carol bent down and licked it off.

   ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned as she rolled her tongue round inside her mouth,
‘best part of you,’ she said, as she gave his cock a flick of her
finger.

   ‘Ouch,’ he cried as it jerked at the sharp pain. ‘I’ve told you
before. Don’t do that! It hurts. Now look at it,’ his penis had visibly
wilted.

   ‘It’ll soon grow again,’ retorted Carol. ‘Now it’s your
turn. Angela, lay down on the bed.’

   Angela did as she was told and climbed onto the bed and lay on her
back. Her breasts were firm enough to still look like breasts and not fried
eggs.

   ‘Move over a bit. That’s it. Peter. You lie down next to her. Yes. Up
a bit, right, there. That’s it.’ She picked up the camera and positioning
herself, said, ‘okay, we’re rolling. Start with the kissing Peter, and
then work your way down. You know what’s needed.’

   The camera made its small murmuring noise as the film started running.

   Peter half rolled onto Angela and kissed her on the lips, they moved
softly as he whispered a thank you out of earshot of Carol. He didn’t kiss
very well, but continued to kiss down her cheek, neck and throat. Down to
her breasts he kissed, lingering there as his tongue flicking first at one
nipple till it stood erect, and then the other. Then he sucked on one as he
gently rubbed the other with the palm of his hand.

   ‘Tilt your head,’ came the sharp admonishment from Carol, ‘let the
camera see.’

   He then progressed down, more with butterfly touches than kisses, until
his face was in her pubic hairs.

   ‘Cut,’ shouted Carol. ‘For Christ’s sake, Peter. Put some bloody
life into it. Sorry Angela, I know he can do better than this.’

   ‘Put some bloody life into it?’ Peter remonstrated standing up from
the bed. His erection standing out proud and throbbing and bobbing of its
own accord. ‘What’s this then?’ he shouted, grabbing his cock, ‘it’s
got so much life in it that it’s going to explode if I don’t get to use
it!’

   ‘Okay okay,’ said Carol. ‘Angela. Can we have it done doggie
fashion? You know? That way we get good pictures of it being done, if you
know what I mean. We can show your breasts,’ Carol sighed, and Angela could
see the positive yearning in her eyes as she said it, ‘your
…breasts. Oh God! What’s the matter with me! We…we can show your
breasts heaving, heaving… and swinging, and I can get some good shots of
your face from several angles. Also, it’s …it’s clearer to see…to see
his prick going in and out.’ Her face was very flushed as she turned away.

   ‘Okay with me,’ said Angela, turning over onto her stomach and
raising herself up onto her knees.

   ‘Go forward onto your forearms,’ Carol said, activating the camera
again. ‘That’s it. Now move your body slightly so that your tits
swing. That’s it. Great. Head turned towards me more, as much as you can,
show the pleasure. Peter!’

   He didn’t have to be told what to do. With the pretty arse of Angela
sticking up in the air and just below, the exposed tufted vulva was enough
to move Peter onto the bed. He shuffled on his knees in between her legs,
his erection bobbing in front of him as he moved. As his left hand grasped
her hip, his right hand held his shaft and let Carol move in for a close up
as the head of his cock moved up and into the lips of her sex.

   ‘Slow…slow,’ Carol breathed as Peter pushed his way into
Angela. Then with his cock buried deep inside her, his balls touching her
thighs, he grasped her firmly by the hips and started to move. His
glistening shaft went in and out like a smoothly oiled piston.

   Carol panned the camera to catch the breasts swinging in time to Peter’s
thrusts. Her panties were wet again watching these globes swinging back and
forth. She squeezed her legs together to try to stop the itch that was
developing there. Concentrate on the film, she tried telling herself. Move
to the face, and capture the expressions, the emotions that kept changing
with every stab of Peter’s cock deep inside of Angela.

   The rhythm started to increase as Peter’s sperm started to build up
within him. Carol quickly moved back to get the pair in complete view as he
began to climax. The muscles in his buttocks tightened as he pushed faster
and harder into Angela's visibly dripping vagina. His cock now shining with
her juices as his shaft moved in and out, faster and faster. His hands
gripping her hips tight as he pulled her back onto him as he surged
forward.

   With head thrown back and giving out guttural groans, he gave one last
heave and held her tight up to him as his thighs bucked as he emptied the
contents of his balls through his cock inside Angela. He was still
shuddering as the last of his sperm jerked out of him.

   He managed to stay upright and slowly withdrew from her. His cock
shining, a strand of sperm held them briefly together as it emerged. Her
vagina gaped wide, red and wet as he vacated it. Dribbles of her orgasm
mixed with his semen dripped and ran down her leg. Angela’s body glistened
with perspiration as she continued kneeling there, her face now buried in
the pillow.

   Carol was trembling so much so, that she had to stop filming and cried
out, ‘Angela! Don’t move. Stay as you are. Peter. Take the
camera. Peter?’ she cried sharply, ‘ For Christ’s sake, take the fucking
camera and keep filming.’

   She thrust it into his hands as he slid off the bed, still with half an
erection weaving about in the air. He took the camera and started it
rolling and focused it onto Angela’s dripping sex as Carol slid into view,
taking Peter’s place behind her. Her mouth open and tongue extended, dipped
into Angela, licking the fluid that was coming out. Her mouth moved in
closer to suck at Angela’s pussy, sucking and licking as Peter moved round
to catch the mixture of sperm and orgasm being transferred from vagina to
mouth. Carol’s lips shone wetly as her tongue lapped at the cream, Carol’s
eyes shining when she lifted up her wet face to the camera.

   ‘Roll over Angela,’ Carol asked, ‘onto your back and keep your
legs open. Keep filming Peter.’

   Angela slumped down and rolled over, keeping her legs open as she was
told. Carol then pushed the legs up till the knees were bent and pushed
them wide apart. She then lowered her head down between them. Her tongue
flicked in and out of the wet cleft, and using her fingers, she spread wide
the lips of the labia to show the swollen clitoris to the camera before
tonguing it again.

   Angela’s head started to swing from side to side on the pillow as she
felt herself building up to another orgasm. Carol felt the tremors and
pushed her tongue deeper and faster to drink the juices as Angela bucked
into her second orgasm. Carol kept her head there, between those white
thighs till the bucking stopped. Only then did she raise her wet face and
slowly trail her wet mouth up and over the stomach and between the breasts,
until her mouth clamped on Angela’s, and they kissed deeply. Their tongues
twisting around each other’s, their bodies writhing about on the bed as
they kissed with abandon.

   ‘Fuck it!’ exclaimed Peter, ‘I’ve run out of film!’

   He stood up with another erection after watching them together as the
girls broke the kiss and Carol got off the bed.

   ‘I’ll get a fresh one,’ she said, and left the bedroom. Peter stood
there with the camera dangling from his hand, his cocks ticking out in
front of him, hard as a rock.

   ‘Poor Peter,’ Angela said, sitting up and slithering to the end of
the bed, ‘let me help you.’

   She bent her head and took him into her mouth and held it with one hand
as she worked on it with her mouth and tongue. She worked the foreskin back
so that the engorged head throbbed in her mouth and dragged her teeth
across the sensitive gland, making him tremble.

   ‘Hold it you two. Don’t waste it. Let me just set the camera up,’
Carol said as she entered the room. Peter reluctantly pulled his prick out
of Angela’s mouth and passed the camera over to Carol. She took it from him
and after inserting a new film inside, set it up on the tripod that she had
brought in with her. She bent and checked the angles were right and then
set it running on automatic.

   ‘Stand up Angela and kiss him and then work your way down. I’ll be
joining you in the frame.’

   So getting off the bed, Angela obscured his erection with her naked
body, and started to kiss him. First the lips and slowly moving down his
body, bending her knees till she finished up kneeling on the floor. Only
then did she turn her body so that his erection throbbed into the camera’s
viewfinder in profile. She let it graze her cheek as she nibbled at his
stomach, his cock pulsating against her face as she came down alongside it.
Carol moved into view, all of them moving so that his erection was clearly
seen between the two girl’s faces.

   Peter, with his hand out of sight, held a remote control which could
operate the zoom lens, and there also was a reverse viewer on the camera so
that he could see from where he stood, exactly what the lens was seeing. He
slowly brought the zoom in closer so that both of the girls’ faces and his
erection were in full focus.

   Carol nibbled at the base of his erection as Angela did the same on the
other side of it. They even kissed, their lips just touching around his
shaft. They worked their way up his cock till the throbbing head
disappeared, first into one mouth, then the other. Just using their mouths,
they worked the head between them and brought him to ejaculation. Perfectly
framed, his cock spurted out its sperm between their faces, both tongues
reaching out to catch the drops from the stream, most of it splashing their
cheeks as they moved. They both caught the last emissions, smearing their
mouths as they trapped it between their lips as they kissed.

   They held the kiss, looking into each other’s eyes and Angela winked her
unglued eye and tried to make it cross with the other spattered eye. This
made Carol laugh and break off the kiss, a strand of sperm hanging from her
upper lip.

   ‘Cut,’ said Peter from above them. ‘Cut,’ and pushed his way in
between them, but stopped and swung his hips both ways so that his wet and
still erect cock, smacked them both in the face as he turned and went
towards the camera slowly until the head the head of his prick blotted out
the lens. Both girls had by then, fallen to the floor and were laughing as
he turned off the camera.

   Peter then went to the dressing table and poured out the last of the
wine into the three glasses, and as he drank from his, he waved at the
other two glasses with his hand.

   ‘Come and get the last of the summer wine,’ he said.

   Now a naked woman rising from the floor is usually an ungainly exercise,
but Angela seemed to flow upward without any apparent effort in a flawless
single movement. Carol, on the other hand, struggled. First to swing her
legs beneath herself before putting her hand on the bed to help herself to
rise. The laughing didn’t help, and neither did the tight fitting skirt
which she was wearing.

   Peter finally gave a hand to help her get to her feet, Angela had
meanwhile, picked up the two glasses of wine and walked over to stand in
front of Peter. She lowered the glasses in turn, only to lift them up under
his now flaccid prick, so that it dipped into the glasses, leaving him with
a wine dripping dick.  She took a sip from hers as she passed the other
glass to Carol who laughed again and drank from it.

   ‘Right,’ said Peter flicking the drops of wine off his cock,
‘let’s get on with the filming. Isn’t it about time you took your
clothes off,’ he said to Carol. ‘We’ve been cavorting around here for
nearly an hour without our clothes, and you are still dressed!’ He went on
to suggest the next scenario to which both the girls agreed, so he loaded a
new film into the camera and hoisted it onto his shoulder, placing his eye
to the viewer.

   ‘Cameras rolling. Action,’ he called out. Angela couldn’t help but
giggle at him with the camera up to his face and being naked underneath it
and his penis swinging about as he moved.

   Angela then turned her naked back to the camera as she put down her wine
glass and took the other glass from Carol’s hand, setting it down with the
other one. Then she moved in closer so that they went into each other’s
open arms and kissed. First they were slow pecks at each other’s lips,
before the kisses became longer and with much movement of their heads as
they tried to deep throat each other. Peter moved in with the camera for a
close up as they used their tongues to dart into the mouth of the other,
and then letting them curl together. Hands behind each other’s head, both
striving to pull the other into the position they favoured.

   It was Angela who broke the embrace and still holding Carol, moved round
behind her and undid the top clip of her dress, and slowly drew down the
zip. She eased the dress off her shoulders and kissed the exposed neck as
the dress fell to the floor before undoing the clasp of the
brassiere. Kissing her neck again as she slipped the straps off her
shoulders and putting her arms around her, covered the cups of the bra. Her
hands then went underneath the cups and fondled the breasts till the bra
fell to the floor and Angela then removed her hands to let Carol’s tits be
in full view of the camera. Angela then moved her hands again over them,
the fingers playing with the nipples, making them stand out, dark red to
the lighter pink of the aureoles that were almost perfect circles around
them.

   Carol laid her head back onto Angela’s shoulder as her breasts were
caressed, and gave a shudder as the camera followed one of the hands as it
travelled down her stomach and slipped into the front of her
panties. Carol’s hips moved from side to side as Angela’s questing fingers
found and delved into the hidden depths.

   ‘Cut, cut, cut!’ shouted Peter. ‘All I’m getting is one hand
rubbing a tit while the other swings free and a groping hand. Not very
exciting.’ He indicated his limp penis. ‘It’s not doing anything for
me!’

   ‘Fuck you,’ said Carol, pushing herself forward and standing in front
of him, hands on hips, her tits quivering. ‘I was getting turned on, or
weren’t you watching close enough. You’re supposed to get genuine facial
expressions aren’t you? Not to get your fucking rocks off,’ she sneered
sarcastically. ‘Oh bollocks to you. Let’s cut to the bed,’ she turned to
Angela, ‘sorry about that. You ready?’ Angela nodded, and took Carol’s
hand as they went and arranged themselves on the bed. They sat facing each
other with their legs pointing the opposite way. One hand on the bed to
balance themselves, and the other hand on each other’s cheek.

   Peter fussed about getting ready, and then went to adjust one of the
lights, fiddling with it for several minutes. Carol whispered to Angela,
‘like a bloody old woman he is sometimes.’

   Angela couldn’t help but giggle, remembering the video she had seen of
him dressed as a woman. Dare I, she thought. Yes, and still giggling she
said to Carol, ‘I don’t know about being an old woman, but I think he
would look cute in a bra and stockings.’

  Carol burst out laughing, and between gasps, said, ‘You would not
believe it if I told you.’ But she didn’t say anything further, as Peter
called out that he was ready, and that the camera was now rolling. Carol
kissed Angela with passion, but Angela had to break away and she fell back
laughing hard. ‘Sorry, ‘she gasped, going off again, holding her
stomach. ‘I couldn’t help it. Peter…Peter…in…in…’She just
couldn’t stop herself. She‘d even curled herself up into a ball,
shaking. Peter stopped filming, looking bewildered.

   ‘What’s got into her,’ he demanded. Carol was now laughing with
Angela.

   ‘Film it you prick,’ she gasped, trying to catch her breath, ‘keep
the camera rolling. Explain later,’ as she hugged Angela, and kissed
her. She kept kissing her till she responded and they started again,
kissing, mouth’s open, searching for each other.

  They slowly fell back onto the bed, their bodies twisting round so that
they finished up kissing each other’s breasts. They fondled, caressed,
nibbling and arousing the nipples to hard rock like buds. Using their teeth
and then soothing with the tongues as they slowly licked each other. It was
then by progression that they inched their way down the body, from chest to
stomach and into the pubic regions.

   It was Carol who moved first and rolled so that she was on top. She
opened her thighs as she straddled the face of Angela, who opened her legs
wide to give Carol easy access. Who, without hesitation, dived into the
honey pot, while lowering her own open labia onto Angela’s receptive mouth.

   They sucked and tongued each other into a frenzy. It was driving Peter
mad as to which face and cunt to film. Angela sucking Carol, or Carol
sucking Angela. He kept pushing a head aside to try to film the action,
only to be knocked aside by whichever head was thrashing about as it sucked
the honey that was flowing as they both reached their respective orgasms.

  With the two of them moving so violently, Peter gave up trying to film
close ups. They had obviously lost all thought about the camera, and were
just satisfying their carnal lusts. He could hear the slurping and sucking
sounds as he fixed the camera onto the tripod so that it centred on the
bed. He then started it running again and turned to find that they had
reversed positions. It was Angela now on top, with her head bobbing and
weaving between Carol’s thighs, while her tight arse gently undulated to
accommodate Carol’s tongue pushing up into

her crevice.

   Feeling left out and totally ignored, Peter left the room and returned a
little while later with a freshly opened bottle of wine. He’d obviously had
had a glass before returning to the bedroom, but still poured out another
glass while watching the now, slow, languorous movements of the two women
as they gently nuzzled each other’s crotch.

   ‘Come on you two. Enough’s enough,’ Peter said. Carol released
Angela’s head from between her thighs and swung round and lay her head down
in Angela’s lap. Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes glowing.

   ‘Peter dear…I’m sorry. We’ve been ignoring you. Be a darling and
bring us some wine. Then it’s your turn,’ she giggled and poked Angela in
the ribs.

   ‘Look! Peter’s peter has petered out,’ Carol said as she burst out
laughing.

   ‘No it hasn’t!’ he exclaimed, ‘it just hasn’t seen anything to
excite it for the last half hour.’

   ‘I know what will excite it,’ she said mischievously. Carol sat up
and nudged Angela, who had also just sat up. Peter handed them both a glass
of wine.

   ‘And what, may I ask, do you have in mind to excite it?’ he said,
somewhat petulantly. Carol stood up and turning him around, sat him down
next to Angela. She then went over to the chest of drawers and rummaged in
the top drawer, and then came back to stand in front of Peter, one hand
hidden behind her back. She took the wine glass from his hand and dropped
onto his limp penis, some lingerie.

   ‘Put them on reaaal slow like,’ she drawled, ‘an’ let’s see if
that doesn’t have any effect.’

   Angela put her hand up to her mouth as he held up a pair of black silk
stockings and a garter belt.

   ‘Go on Peter,’ said Carol, going over to make sure that the camera
was running. ‘Put them on. Belt first, and then the stockings.’

   Peter’s face went red as he held them in his hands. He already had half
an erection by just holding them. Angela took the stockings from his hands
leaving him with the garter belt dangling from his fingers.

   He seemed to square his naked shoulders and half turned to
Angela. ‘I’m only doing this for the sake of the film,’ he said
blushing. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing as he expertly flicked
it round his waist and fixed it so that the suspender straps were in the
right place.

   Angela handed him one stocking which he deftly rolled down to insert his
foot, and then to draw it up his leg. Flexing it to get a smooth tight
fit. He clipped the front button into the top and with a twist of his body,
pulled the back part of the stocking up to clip it with the second button.

   Angela handed him the second stocking, which went on as smooth as the
silk it was made from. This he fixed with an expertise of long practice. He
stood up to make sure that the back clips were in place. His throbbing
cock, just inches away from Angela's face as he did this. She opened her
mouth and took him in. She pushed down hard on the head of his cock,
pushing the foreskin back behind the head with her lips and teeth. He
winced, but stood firm. She let it touch the back of her throat before she
pulled back off him, letting it steam in the air. Dark, and engorged with
blood, the head of his cock pulsated, and she blew into the eye, making him
shudder.

   ‘Lay down on the bed Peter,’ Carol commanded. He did as he was told,
and his throbbing penis lay on his stomach as he waited.

   Carol then looked at Angela and gestured with one hand to his nether
regions, and the other to his upper torso.

   ‘Mouth or cock?’ she said.

   ‘He’s your husband. It’s your choice,’ Angela replied.

   ‘Well you did the cock last, so I’ll take it this time. Hold it for
me will you?’ she asked as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his
stocking clad legs and positioned herself above him. Angela held up the
hard piece of flesh and guided into Carol as she sank down onto
him. Gasping, she indicated for Angela to join her, on top of him. So she
got astride him so that she was facing Carol and lowered herself down to
within reaching distance of his mouth. At once his tongue went to work as
she leant forward and started to suck on one of Carol’s nipples.

   Carol ground her hips down and started to pump herself on his cock, but
her nipple kept slipping out of Angela’s mouth with her movements as she
bounced up and down. So Angela just concentrated on the fondling of the
breasts in front of her as they jiggled and moved in time with her
gyrations.

   Peter almost suffocated himself beneath Angela as he shot his load up
into his wife, and she screamed as she orgasmed and fell forward to kiss
Angela passionately as her body shook. They embraced and fell to one side
as Peter struggled for breath.

   It was a mass of twisted limbs on the bed (as seen later on the video),
but it was Angela who finished up sucking the remnants of sperm from
Peter’s slowly wilting penis, and Peter cleaning up the crotch of Carol
with his tongue.

   The film ran on, not showing much movement before it stopped, having run
out of film. It had stopped long before the figures on the bed stirred and
disentangled themselves.

   ‘Bloody great,’ said Carol, pulling herself out from between the
limbs of the other two and getting off the bed.

   ‘I’m for the shower,’ and off she padded into the bathroom. Peter
twisted round and putting one hand onto one of Angela’s tits, said, ‘May
I kiss you for such a wonderful afternoon that I’ll never forget?’ She
nodded and let him give her a gentle kiss.

   ‘I’ll never forget it either,’ she said as she kissed him back,
‘and as they say in the movies, thank you for having me.’ She
giggled. ‘Now get out of that underwear and have a shower. After me!’ as
she scampered off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom just as Carol
came out, swathed in a big bath robe.

   It was half an hour later that the three of them sat at the kitchen
table finishing off yet another bottle of wine.

   ‘Well, what does it feel like to be a movie star?’ Carol asked.

   ‘I don’t know yet. I haven’t seen the film, have I? But it was great
making it,’ she grinned. ‘I’m glad you asked me.’

   ‘You can see it next week,’ Carol said, ‘Peter will take it into
work and splice it, or whatever you call it, until it makes sense as a
film. It will be ready before next week, won’t it?’

   ‘Yes,’ Peter answered, ‘it’ll be ready before then.’

   ‘Oh. You won’t be showing it to other people, will you?’ Angela
asked, hand to her mouth.

   ‘You’ve got to be joking. With me dressed in female underwear! No
bloody fear. I do the work myself, and nobody, nobody gets to see it but us
here. That’s for real,’ he said quite vehemently.

   They chatted amiably for a little while longer, and Carol said for her
to come along the next week, on Wednesday, instead of Tuesday, and they
could see the finished film in the afternoon.

   Angela said she would, and as she was leaving, Carol gave her a peck on
the cheek and gave her an envelope, saying thank you for a wonderful
afternoon.

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