Adventures in Video - Sex Stories

Adventures in Video

... shots. Now, when my thong came off, cunt shots would be unavoidable. Harry had seen it, of course, because I never bothered to cover up in between poses when we did nudes. My brothers had seen it too, often enough, sometimes by accident, sometimes by design. The Steadicam guys and the "witnesses" were another matter.

But I showed pussy at all of my sketching classes, and to boyfriends, so it wasn't exactly a rare commodity. But this was different. Now anybody who bought Harry's film would see it. Guys I went to school with could see it, provided they were over eighteen and old enough to buy it. I wished I'd discussed this with my Dad beforehand. He had seen it and knew about sketching and, presumably, about boyfriends, but I'm not sure how he felt about mass showings. And speaking about boyfriends what would future ones think about me putting it out all over. And then the moment came. My brothers approached for the next scene, which consisted of removing my thong and getting me off. One of them had a sharp knife in his hand, to cut the thong off. What would I do? I needed time to think. but I didn't get it.

I don't know whether Harry and my brothers considered my dilemma. Were they aware of it? Did they even think I might hesitate? Did they figure I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't want to go all the way? Did they figure even though it got onto film that I could go back on my decision before Harry released it? I'd like to think the latter. Anyway.

In an ...

... instant, it was done. I was naked. The pinkness of my cunt lips shown wet in the afternoon sun. Then they left me alone, tied there helpless and alone, naked as the day I was born. My body heaving slightly with each breath, my head turned to one side, eyes closed underneath my blindfold. I was so fucking horny I could have screamed. I just had to get off. I started to push my bum back against the post, giving me sort of the feeling of getting fucked by a guy and I thought of one of my boyfriends and imagined him doing me and it started to work and I pushed harder and harder and threw my head back.

And they saw what I was doing and that it was going to ruin the end of the scene, or at least the plan for it, which was to fake strangle me with the garrotte and I heard Harry call out "wait" to me and "do it" to my brother and then he was behind me and his hands were working the garrotte and I could feel it tightening around my neck and the thought of being strangled turned me on even more. The thought of being tied up and being strangled, I just loved the sense of danger combined with getting fucked, and even though no one was actually fucking me I could feel my heart pump faster and harder and it was a huge rush when I started to cum. It was just heaven, the garrotte wrapped around my throat and getting tighter and shutting out all the chatter in my brain.

But all I knew were the fantastic feelings in my body and the sex was turning me on while the lack of air dulled my senses ...