We were tangled up together, the afterglow kissing just beginning to turn into something more.  He kissed along my jaw towards my ear, where he whispered, “I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

My breath hitched.  “Ok,” I whispered.  He continued to kiss down my neck before sitting up.

His gaze raked over me, hungry.  “And one more thing… I was wondering if you'd let me make a video of you.”

A whimper escaped from my mouth and my hips twitched.  I had told him once that this was a fantasy of mine, but didn't expect it to come true.

“Is that a yes, baby?”

“God, yes.”

He cursed, a little breathlessly, then leaned in to kiss me.  I kissed him back, biting his lip.  “You're amazing,” he groaned, rolling away from me again and getting up to find his phone.

“Grab my vibrator too, baby.  The green one.  In the middle drawer there.”

He came back to the bed carrying his phone and my favourite toy - a miniature vibrating wand with a little divit in it, perfect for giving my clit lots of attention.

I smiled back, already unbelievably turned on.  “How do you want me, baby?” I asked, running my hands up my thighs.

“Just like this.  Don't touch yourself yet - wait until I say.  And start with your hands before you use the toy.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath.  I liked it when he was a little bossy.

He stood at the end of the bed, fiddling with his phone.  I thought his hands were shaking just a little.  So were mine.

“You wanna make a video of me touching myself, baby?” I cooed, teasing him a little.  “So you can watch it whenever you miss me?”

His jaw ticked, but he said nothing.  He pointed his phone camera at me.  “Spread your legs,” he rasped.

I did as he asked, running my hands along my inner thighs but stopping before I put them where I really wanted them.  I can listen.  He watched me hungrily.

“Do I look good, baby?” I flirted, running my hands over my curves.

“You look incredible.  You're so hot.”

I moaned a little and he smirked, knowing praise was my weakness.

“You want this, right?  You want to touch your pussy for me while I film you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want - I want to touch my pussy while you film me.”

“What a naughty girl,” he teased.  My other weakness. “I know your pussy got so wet as soon as I told you what I wanted.  Didn't it?”

“Yes!”

“Show me, baby.  Show me that wet pussy.”

I exhaled shakily at the first brush of my fingers, spreading my lips to show off how wet I was.  He groaned and moved a little closer to the bed, focusing the camera on me.

I dipped my fingers inside myself, bringing the wetness up to my clit and circling.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Good.  Keep going.  Use your other hand to tease your nipples.”

I obeyed, circling and then pulling on one, then the other, feeling them harden to little points as I did.

I kept petting my clit, careful not to go too hard or fast - I was so turned on I knew I could make myself come quickly, but wanted to give him a show, wanted this to last.

“You look so gorgeous like that, baby.  Playing with your pussy on camera, just for me.  I can see how wet you are too.  You love this.”

“I do,” I moaned.

“I bet that pussy tastes so good.  Does it taste good?”

Knowing what he wanted, I drew my fingers up to my mouth, making eye contact while I tasted myself.  His eyes darkened as he watched me.

“Do you want to use your toy, baby?”

I nodded, a little desperate.

“Go ahead, then.  I want you to make yourself feel so good.”

I turned it on to the lowest setting, touching it gently to my aching clit.  I couldn't help but moan, louder than before, and I threw my head back, lost in the sensation.

He kept talking to me, encouraging me to touch myself, to turn up the vibrator, to rub it against my clit, to pinch my nipples, to show him what a naughty girl I was.

Obeying him felt so good. I sank into the fuzzy feeling of submission.

“I want you to cum for me while I film you, baby,” he cooed.

I moaned, my legs starting to shake.

“That turns you on, doesn't it?  Being a good little slut for me, giving me a private show?”

“Yeah…”

“Say it, sweetheart - loud and clear for the camera.”

“I love being your little slut.”

“I know you do.  And you need to cum, don't you, slut?”

“Yes!”

“Turn up your toy then, I want to watch you cum so hard.”

As soon as the higher setting kicked in, my orgasm pulled me into the undertow as I came, moaning loudly.

When my eyes fluttered open, his phone was still pointing at me, but he was breathing hard - and stroking his cock.

“C’mere baby - fuck me,” I moaned, opening my arms to him.

His phone clattered to the floor as he joined me on the bed.  He settled between my thighs, drawing my legs up around his hips, and I felt the head of his cock sliding against my pussy.

He groaned when he felt how wet I was, sweat beading on his forehead as he sank his thick cock inside me an inch at a time.  My legs tightened at his hips as my nails dug into his back.

He didn't give me any time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in over and over again.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.  Did you like making that video for me?”

I moaned my agreement.

“Naughty girl.  My very own little pornstar.”

Impossibly, I might have gotten even wetter at that - and he noticed, cursing again before he flipped me over.

He grabbed my hips roughly, squeezing as he fucked me.

“Did you like that? Being the centre of attention while you rubbed your wet pussy?”

I was past the point of answering him, past the point of any wisecracking or flirting, and he knew it. I couldn’t do anything but whimper, and moan, and take it - so that’s what I did. He fucked into me over and over, manhandling me with strong hands on my hips, my ass, my thighs. His big hand in the middle of my back to pushed me down, my ass in the air while his balls slap. His balls slapped against my clit and I came, moaning. He fucked me through my orgasm, a few more thrusts and then he was cumming too.

We collapsed down to the bed and he flipped us again, this time landing on his back with my head on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat slow, felt the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers stroked through my hair, and the last thought I had before sleep took me was how lucky I was.