Making my first amateur porn… With my boyfriends best friend [MF]

Quick facts. Me: 22F. Aaron: 23M. Jack: 27M. Look in my history if you want pics of what I look like ;)

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Selling Aaron, my boyfriend of five years, on a good idea is all a matter of picking the right words.

“Someday, I want to make a porn video,” I said one day in passing as I’m doing dishes.

“Yeah right,” he responded. “I’m way too self conscious to ever do anything like *that.*”

See, Aaron never picked out the subtlety of how I popped the question. I never said “I want to make a porn *with you*.” (though I totally would, mind you.) I did, however, drop a little hint to let him know that I was happy to be in front of a camera, showing off my skills… A thought that popped back into his head at exactly the right place, at exactly the right time, just last night.

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Aaron’s best friend, Jack, may as well be our roommate. A roommate with sexy, sexy benefits. We’ve been “having fun” with each other since last summer, when my boyfriend and I both realized we really enjoyed the idea of me riding another man’s dick. Since then, Jack’s been my go-to when I want a very specific itch scratched, and while usually our escapades are limited to kinky things off-screen, it was about to take a dramatic turn.

It all starts when Aaron says he’s going to bed. It’s late, and I know that he’s probably too tired to give me any special attention. I follow him into the bedroom, put on what I call my “slutty puppy dog” expression, and start begging.

“Please,” I say, gently running my fingers over his chest, “can I have some fun with Jack? I’m not tired yet.” I pout a bit for good measure.

Aaron looks off, thinking. I can see the gears in his head spinning.

“Yes,” he answers, finally. “But I have a condition. You’re going to have to pitch it to him, though.”

Oh Aaron. You have no idea how successful I am at pitching. Ideas, that is.

“What is it?”

“I want you to film it. You said you’d be okay with something like that. Otherwise, no deal.”

Oh fuck *yes,* I think.

The negotiations are brief. I have to film it, and I have to show it to him afterwards if he’s still awake. With that, I kiss him goodnight, already eager to make the first move.

I return to the living room, where Jack is sitting rolling cigarettes. Once he’s finished, I beckon him over to the couch, slide into his lap, and make use of the fact that I’m wearing extremely short red shorts that feel amazing when grinding up against what Jack’s packing.

“So…” I start, swiveling my hips a bit. “I have a proposition.”

“Mhm?” Jack says, with a smile that is coy yet somehow nervous. I realize that this is the first time neither of us has been tipsy during an adventure like this. I take that into account when I move forward.

“I’m allowed to have fun with you tonight,” I say, “but on one condition. We have to film it.”

We negotiate back and forth for a bit. Long story short, I ask if he’d be okay with me filming it as long as I do the camerawork and show it only to my boyfriend. He thinks about it, shrugs, and says he’d be okay with that.

Well, no use in prolonging it, then. The second I get the affirmative, I shove my tits in his face.

Bad girl that I am, I let myself enjoy Jack sucking on my tits for a few minutes before I remember that I’m supposed to be using the camera. He flicks his tongue in exactly the right place and I am instantly making noises that I know need to be recorded. Knowing exactly what I want to film myself doing first, I bend over, sticking my ass in the air, face hovering just above Jack’s crotch.

“Is this okay?” I ask as I aim the camera right at my face, which is so close to his cock that I’m sure he can feel my breath through his jeans.

“*Yes,*” I hear him hiss.

Smiling, I check another fantasy off my list, pull Jack’s cock out of his jeans, and press record.

A bit of background: I’ve been a theatre girl my whole life. I know how to perform. I *love* to perform. That’s part of the reason I’ve always wanted to be filmed in the first place. I want to look as ridiculously raunchy as possible for this, so I make sure to make obscene movements with my tongue over the warm head of his cock that would rival any amateur pornstar I’ve seen. I have my phone on its front-facing camera, so I can watch everything I do to him. This is something I had no idea would get me off this much, taking control and creating my own fantasy.

Jack, of course, just can’t let me have any fun. He slides his fingers smoothly into me, doing that thing that all fucking musicians seem to be able to do with their hands and making me lose my focus as he fingers me. The camera goes off-kilter as I arch back into it, enjoying how perfectly he’s pumping in and out. There’s a solid five minutes of just my tits bouncing as he fucks me with his fingers, the sounds of my moans the only cue as to what’s happening off-screen.

Eventually he moves his head between my legs and I remember that this is supposed to be a show. I move so that we can 69, me holding the camera just low enough to only show my mouth swiveling down onto his cock. He feels hot and heavy on my tongue, which lets me know that what we’re doing is definitely getting him off, too. Being distracted by what he’s doing is my biggest challenge, because damn, all I want to do is sit back and enjoy him eating me out. But I have a job to do, and I’m going to do it right, so I pull back before I can lose my mind completely.

I straddle him reverse cowgirl, settling the camera on the end of the couch. No hands needed, it’s propped up in the perfect angle to catch everything happening between my legs. I open them wide and guide his cock to my slit, rubbing it against me so he can feel how wet I’ve been getting. It’s been too long since I’ve had his cock inside me, so when I finally sink myself onto it, the camera catches my face going absolutely blissful. I manage to stay in touch long enough to shift down and tap on the screen to sharpen the focus. I want every second of me getting fucked to be caught perfectly.

I feel like it’s not enough to just sit there and take it. I make sure that I ride his cock like a champion. The couch bounces, in turn bouncing the camera, as I slam down hard. Jack doesn’t take long to match the rhythm, thrusting up every time I thrust down. We start fucking in sync, and I see myself on the screen, open mouthed and begging for it. His name comes out over and over, I’m practically singing it, asking to be fucked exactly how I know I need it.

Eventually I spin on his cock and ride him cowgirl-style, but no moment feels like I’m exactly in control. I can’t see the screen anymore, but I’m hoping it’s catching the way Jack is pounding relentlessly at me, clawing at my hips, spreading my legs wider. He hits the exact right angle and after a few minutes I realize that I’m about to cum on camera.

When I do, Jack’s grip on my hips goes white-knuckled. It takes me a minute after my head has stopped spinning to realize he’s cum, too. Our first simultaneous blow. Wow. This is going to be a good tape.

I swing myself off him, lightheaded and airy, and hit the stop button.

“We did it!” I say, giggling. He’s lying there on the couch, smiling, eyes shut. He always looks so fucked out once I’m done with him. It’s one of my favorite things.

I cover him up with a blanket and head to the next room. Time to show off the spoils.

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Aaron is, luckily, still awake, lying in bed all sleepy and cute. I crawl on top of him, still eager to show off what I had just done.

“Let’s watch it, right now, pleeeease,” I beg, grinding up against him.

“You… You actually got it?” he says, his eyes lighting up. He’s not tired enough to miss what had just happened.

“Mhm,” I respond. I pull out my phone and find the first clip. It’s me, licking up and down Jack’s shaft right as we started. I see Aaron’s brain fry out.

“Get me a fucking condom,” Aaron says. Within seconds he’s pushing inside me, already rock hard, watching me watch myself getting fucked. He has me pinned to the bed where I can barely move. I can only watch the screen he’s now holding right up to my face.

I move my hands down to between my legs, where I’m absolutely soaked from what Jack had been doing to me, plus what Aaron was doing to me now. I really am a lucky girl.

“Did you like that?” Aaron’s whispering in my ear as I watch Jack start fucking me, looking just as hard as I remember it being. All I can do is moan into the bed, hips pushing backwards to get every inch of my boyfriends cock. I have moved beyond consciousness at this point. I want to feel him fucking the shit out of me for being such a slut. For being such a bad girl and doing this with his friend.

Aaron delivers. My moans are basically matched one for one with the video. He drags my legs apart and pushes so deep inside me that I’m basically screaming. I see Jack on screen, his hands on my ass, spreading it so that the camera gets a great view of him fucking my pussy wide open. That’s nearly all it takes to make me cum.

Aaron cums and pulls out. Without hesitation he starts fingering me, treating my pussy like it deserves punishment. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if Jack can hear me getting ruined in here. Is he jealous? Will he want round two? Even the thought of it makes me clench around Aaron’s fingers, pumping in and out of me, and then-

I come blissfully hard, Aaron’s hand pressed roughly over my clit, his face lit up with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

So. Fucking. Worth. It.

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Sadly I can’t post the video, because of course Jack’s consent is key and I respect it.

But have I gotten off watching it four times this week? Absofuckinglutely.

I’ve come to the sight of me getting fucked over and over. And it’s something I can never regret doing. I lived out my porn star fantasy. The only question is.. Should I send a copy to Jack?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ujvui/making_my_first_amateur_porn_with_my_boyfriends