Changing Direction Ch. 06

They were just two lovers, completely lost in the moment

Ella had previously wondered if the Director would shout out instructions, later to be edited, but she now understood why such a thing wasn't necessary. He was happy to let them do their thing, his only consideration being the angles of the action captured by the different cameras.

This scene needed no direction...

She glanced back at the two lovers. Control had passed from one to the other. Leroy's hands tightly gripped Marilyn's hips now, controlling her movements as the strawberry-blonde threw her head back in lust fuelled ecstasy. Ella bit her lip. Dominant men were so hot! Was that how Leroy would control her? Fuck her?

All at once, she couldn't help herself. She crossed her hands over her skirt and surreptitiously pressed them against her mound, hoping that Jenny didn't notice. The touch felt good, sending a wave of pleasure up through her spine and almost directly to her brain. It wouldn't need much pressure to give herself the relief she needed.

But she couldn't. Not here...

Marilyn was close, too. Ella could tell that from the sounds emanating from the back of her throat. They were the same familiar noises she made when Ella's face was buried between her thighs.

Leroy had also recognised the signs, tightened his grip even further on Marilyn's hips as she began to squeal her way to her climax. Her loud moans were moans were echoing around the small room. Could their neighbours hear? The way he began to pile-drive Marilyn up and down in his lap made Ella gasp out loud.

He'd gone from zero-to-sixty in a few seconds.

It was incredible to see the way the muscular porn star's muscles rippled along his perspiration-covered torso as he pounded her. If it were possible to join them in the scene, Ella wouldn't have hesitated.

Leroy was a machine. A fucking machine...

When Marilyn tightened her arms around his broad shoulders and screamed out her orgasm, Ella pulled her hands away and rested them on Jenny's thighs. If she so much as thought of touching herself again she would immediately dissolve into a quivering wreck.

Leroy's orgasm wasn't far behind that of his lover's. The heavier pitch of his grunts defined the inevitable.

Marilyn detected the change, too and despite her own still shivering body she was off him immediately, kneeling back down between his legs. His hand began to pump his entire length before her eyes and when he came, she took the first blast across her face.

Ella had to press her thighs together as she watched. She wanted it to be her on her knees, sucking out the black Adonis' creamy cum while the cameras captured every move.

Marilyn's fingers were stroking Leroy's thick girth, milking him thoroughly as he blasted spurt after spurt across her pretty face. There was so much! She stayed there until he had nothing left to give and then sexily cleaned his cockhead with her mouth. When she sat back on her haunches, she greedily swept up a thick blob from her chin with her index finger and slid it between her lips.

It was too much for Ella and she rushed off to the bathroom as soon as the Director had shouted cut...

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She hadn't anticipated that Jenny would follow her. It appeared that the scene had affected the beautiful Latina woman as much as it had her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ella turned towards her, light headed, her back against the counter

Jenny was on her in seconds, wrapping her hand around the back of her neck. The brunette's body shivered as she let herself be pulled against her, allowing Jenny to kiss her as the built-up lust split over. At first the Latina's tongue was soft and wet, very playful. But then Ella found herself pinned powerfully against the counter as kissing intensified and they made out like two rabid animals.

"Up, up," Jenny whispered, pulling away for a moment.

Her whisper was thick and husky as her hand slid up the inside of Ella's thigh, pulling her toned legs apart to get at what she desired.

Ella gasped, pushing her body back and upwards onto the dark countertop. When Jenny's fingers slipped beneath her damp thong, skimming along the ridge of her labia and then teasing her clit without touching it, she let out a whimper.

Her touch was perfect...

Ella rested her head on the Latina's shoulder, exposing her neck. Jenny took her up on the offering, kissing and sucking the tender flesh as she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into the needy girl's tight pussy. After what they had just seen, it was far too much to take.

Ella's shriek was torn violently from her throat as she instantly came. Somewhere near the back of her mind she wondered if her squeals of pleasure could be heard back on the set. Not that she cared about anything at that moment other than how good this felt.

"What about me?" Jenny sexily whispered in her ear as Ella slowly recovered.

She was already slipping her red panties from under her dress and leaning back against the counter.

"I need relief, too," she husked, those dark eyes flashing devilishly.

Ella was off the counter in a nano-second. As she slid to her knees, she told herself she could pretend that the bathroom mirror opposite was a camera, catching her every move. This was going to be a command performance, just like the one she would give when she persuaded Marilyn to urgently arrange her screen test...