Rogue Rendezvous

Alex finally stilled and groaned, his cock flexing inside me as he lightly slapped my ass, rubbing with his hands as he massaged my buttocks, still deep inside me. After a minute or so he sighed and pushed forward, perhaps intending to pull out when Aaron stopped him.

"Wait, where's your phone?" I turned my head in concern as they started to speak quietly, Alex guessing it was probably in his jacket.

"Olivia?" I realized Aaron was in front of me again, asking me something. Where was my phone?

"My purse..." I strained, blood rushing to my head as my legs shook, still spitted on Alex's dick. I waved a hand toward the foyer.

I'm not even sure in that moment why I answered, like some leftover reflex as my brain tried to come back online. There was the noise of footsteps returning, then the telltale 'shutter' sound from behind me.

As Alex slowly pulled free of me, the shutter kept clicking as each inch of his dick withdrew. I felt a gush of fluid as the bulbous head of his cock approached my entrance. I let out an involuntary gasp as he finally pulled out, my dripping raw cunt gaped and clenching at the night air. I could feel his come seeping out slowly, beading on the head of my engorged clit before dripping onto the tile floor between my spread heels.

I raised up halfway, using my wobbly arms to climb up the back of the couch, but Alex's hand stopped me from coming all the way up. He rubbed my shoulder and shook his head as I heard a shutter click again.

Aaron.

"He's using your phone," Alex said gently. "So you can decide what to keep or not. It was a pretty big load so Aaron wanted some good shots of it..." His voice trailed off as he gestured behind me. I whipped my head over my right shoulder to see Aaron, kneeling behind me holding up my phone, his face only inches from my freshly fucked pussy.

"Let her up a little now, and tell her to bear down," Aaron muttered, and I heard the shutter click again. Aaron helped get me a little more vertical as I peered down at Aaron. He was kneeling just outside the puddle of come that had already dripped out, holding my phone in his hands.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, still looking at me through my cellphone camera lens. I gave Alex a startled look. He shook his head in reassurance.

"You don't have to say yes to anything, sweetheart. I mean it." He put his hand over his chest, and I suddenly realized he was shirtless- when had he taken it off?

"Well?" Aaron leaned around my splayed legs to look up at me, his face curious and a little hungry. I blinked at him and shivered, suddenly cold. My cunt contracted and a spill of more of Alex's come spilled out. Aaron cursed and I heard more shutter clicks.

"You... do this a lot, you say?" I asked, suddenly a little self conscious as I crossed my arms over my chest and gestured between the two of them.

"Yes," Alex nodded at Aaron. "Sometimes I'll bring someone home who likes a little extra, sometimes he'll bring home someone who likes being watched."

"It's usually hard to say no to twice the orgasms, love," Aaron added from below. "My gosh have you seen her feet?" Aaron exclaimed. I heard the shutter click again.

"Yeah, those heels are..." Dangerously wobbly? Very hard to walk in?

"Maddening." Aaron stood in a fluid movement, an almost angry look on his face as he spoke. I looked at Alex in question, but Aaron snapped his fingers at me.

"You. Heels together." Aaron slowly brought his hands together in front of my eyes, and I blinked at him, pushing off the couch for support as I finally brought my heels together. The strain of holding them so open had begun to hurt, even though most of my weight had been hinged on the couch.

"Yesss," Aaron hissed his approval through his teeth and touched my bare shoulder, his hand cool, his fingertips gentle.

"Bend her over again Alex, would you? I think we're ready for the real money shot here."

"Is it ok for him to touch you?" Alex tilted his head in question, trying to get my attention.

"Feet apart two inches," Aaron barked up at me from the floor. My eyes snapped between the two of them, dumb confusion clouding the worn-out brain that had basically rebooted less than a minute ago. I nodded my head and shrugged a shoulder as I shuffled my feet together, tottering unsteadily.

"I said two inches, not four inches," Aaron groused and tapped the outside of my shoe.

"You're going to have to say it out loud honey," Alex intoned as I slid my heels a little closer together. I cleared my throat, looking down at Aaron kneeling again between my legs. His eyes found mine, and he suddenly wasn't the Aaron I met a moment ago anymore. A slow, dark look filled his face as he took in my profile, twisting over my shoulder to look at him. His eyes began a slow trip across my shoulders, zeroing in on my aching breasts before flicking back to my eyes.

"Fine. Aaron can touch me," I croaked. "If... if he wants..." I added hastily. Maybe he just had an interest in the pictures. Maybe it was Alex's come that interested him and not me at all. Maybe he liked different girls, shorter ones with more curves. His face was so compelling, especially when matched with that rolling accent... I bet Aaron could land some devastatingly beautiful women.

Aaron slid a soft hand up along my leg as Alex gently bent me over the couch again. I heard the jangle of a belt buckle come undone and tried to jerk back up, but Alex kept me down, murmuring to me not to be alarmed.

CRACK

I felt the sharp sting of a folded belt against my ass, the shock of it jerking through my body. I felt a gush of warm fluid pulse out of my cunt as Aaron's cool hand rubbed away the sting, shutter clicking as come splashed down my thighs. I shivered again as Alex stroked my back, realizing I was getting turned on again already. Something about being exposed on display like this, for two total strangers...

I jerked as Aaron suddenly rolled a finger up my dripping pussy lips and I turned and looked at him over my shoulder in surprise. The shutter clicked again as I realized he was showing how much of the ample load he could gather, and my pussy clenched involuntarily at the depravity of the photo he was capturing.

I'd be keeping that one.

"Perfect," he said, apparently pleased with me. He stopped caressing what I was sure would become a red hot brand from his belt and wiped his other finger off on the outside of my thigh as he stepped away. He gave my upturned cunt a light smack with his belt, and I yelped, jerking upright.

"Oh, you're going to be fun, I can tell," he gave me a wide smile then, and I realized with a start that he was even taller than Alex. Thinner, with wide shoulders, he wore a faded blue henley over fitted black jeans, feet bare. He stepped close and pulled a knuckle lightly down my cheek.

I jerked back in surprise and he stepped forward again, grabbing both nipples lightly in his fingers. I gasped and winced as I was backed into the couch, eyes wide, hands raising to swat him away. He increased his pressure as my hands rose, slowly shaking his head, tutting a warning as he stared at me. I glared back at him, trying not to wince. I slowly started to drop my hands with a hiss. He lessened his pressure, rubbing gentle thumbs over the peaked nubs that had been begging for more attention, making my toes curl inside my shoes. My eyes fluttered and my posture relaxed little by little.

An edged smile graced his face and I finally dropped my arms all the way to my side, no longer attempting to guard myself from Aaron's fingers. He nodded his head in approval slowly, gray eyes boring into mine.

"I'm Aaron," he whispered, still slowly stroking my tortured nipples. I blinked at him, feeling my skirt finally shift back into place as Alex's come trickled down my thighs.

"Olivia."