Chapter 442

Filming thirst traps for my girlfriends was awkward. Not that it wasn’t also fun and silly, but unlike my fiancée and all the women now in my life, I didn’t feel like I was built to be in front of the camera. In fact, the most comfortable I’d ever been ‘on film’ was playing Spider-Man for Becca and Cassidy on the trip, knowing I was masked up and they were very much the centre of attention. Even better was during the double blowjob they gave me, when the only part of my getting recorded was my penis.

Despite my misgivings, I also knew I was in the hands of a couple of masters of their craft. They had a variety of coloured lights and filters, they had the camera angles worked out, hell, they even had a selection of music clips for me to mouth along with or play to.

So I felt fucking silly, but their eager laughter with me and not at me helped me to play along.

Three outfits were featured, and all three of them ended up getting soaked in the shower as they used that to full effect as well. The most frustrating thing about the whole process was that they wouldn’t let me see what they’d actually recorded or taken pictures of because they needed to do their editing magic on it.

And then the colour filters were put away, and my clothes were tossed in Becca’s dryer, and it was just me, a shower stall, four cameras and two girlfriends.

“I still don’t think this is going to turn out the way you think it is,” I sighed, crossing my arms as I looked out of the stall at the two of them.

“It will, Tiger,” Becca encouraged me. “Just take your time, go slow, and remember that the camera wants to see you.”

“Mm, that’s a good one,” Wanda nodded. “Just pretend each of the cameras is another one of us. Cassidy, Cattie, Zenya, Leia. All the bisexual freaks who want to watch you jerk off your big cock with your big sexy hands, and see your abs and your legs and your chest and all your yumminess. And then we all have a giant orgy with you in the middle.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s called a reverse-gangbang,” Becca smirked.

“Whatever,” Wanda snickered. “Seriously, though. We totally want this.”

“Fine,” I said, shaking my head and trying not to blush too hard. “Fine, we can try this.”

I went slow, and I definitely felt awkward. The two of them had given me some suggestions before I started about some poses and ways to hold my body, and to use the warm shower to my advantage, but they didn’t give me directions during the filming because they wanted me to be vocal. Which, again, felt so awkward because I wasn’t exactly a guy who grunted and groaned while jerking off. But they wanted to hear it, so I tried to think of the kind of things I said during sex and make it work. And I got it, intellectually - when Cassidy had sent me a dirty little clip of herself once in a while in the past, it was often just as much what she was saying as what she was showing or doing.

Actually, I realised partway through, it wasn’t even what she was saying. For me, whether it was the most explicit stuff from Cass or Zenya, or the ‘normal’ nudes, or even just regular pictures, it was about the attitude. Casual, trusting, playful. That was the thing that turned a dirty picture or clip from hot to sexy.

So I tried to relax. I tried to project confidence. I cut loose a little and groaned louder. I stroked my cock, fondled my balls, played with them both in an entirely inefficient way to get off, but that would hopefully be visually appealing.

Whether it would work, I still kind of doubted - a penis just wasn’t the same as a nude woman, and I would die on that hill. But I tried.

And, thankfully, my audience was more than happy to help when it came to inspiring me.

Becca and Wanda hadn’t put on tops during the whole process, so I already had the view of their breasts as they tag-teamed filming and watching the whole time. There was a part of me that found it kind of funny how I still found that so enticing and attractive. The last two weeks had been a veritable titty buffet at times for me, and so much more, but even a single bare boob was still a boob. And Wanda and Becca both had great tits, perky, suckable nipples, and, most importantly, were who they were.