Video Nasty "Oh, come on, Lucy," pleaded Vince, whilst still training the camcorder in her direction. "It's just a bit of fun. Nobody else is gonna see it." For the last ten or so minutes, Vince had been desperately trying to persuade Lucy to pose for the camera. But not for any ordinary, everyday shots. Oh, no. Vince only had one thing on his mind - porn. He'd start, he'd thought to himself, by trying to convince her to simply play up for the camera. Maybe a little striptease and erotic dancing etc. And then, when he thought that she was really getting into it, he'd convince her to progress to the matinee performance - sex. As yet, though, things were turning out to be a little harder than he'd expected. Lucy didn't seem too comfortable standing in front of the camera, let alone taking her clothes off and prancing about like Playmate of the Year! "Don't, Vince!" she said, placing a hand in front of her face, much like the accused trying to hide from journalists on his way from court. "I've told you before. I'm not doing anything in front of that thing." Despite her protestations, Vince continued to hop around the bedroom, camera in hand, like Steven Spielberg on speed! "Oh, go on," he said, continuing to plead like a spoilt schoolboy. "Just pop 'em out for a few minutes!" "Vince! For God's sake! How would you like it if I asked you to whip your cock out while I filmed you in all your glory?" Vince thought about this for a moment. "Fine by me!" He handed Lucy the camera and began to unbuckle his belt. "Don't be stupid, Vince." He stopped and stared at her with the look of a toddler who'd been refused sweets. "Don't look at me like that," said Lucy, placing the camera on the bed. "Your spoilt little kid look isn't going to get me to change my mind." "It's just a bit of fun, Lucy. I thought you might get a kick out of it." "You mean you would get a kick out of it, don't you?" "That's true!" "Well, if you don't shut up about it you will be getting a kick...right between the legs!" Vince knew that he was getting nowhere fast. He decided to give up for the moment and try again later...perhaps when she was drunk! One thing was for sure; he had to film her. To see her, naked and horny, performing just for him was too much of a turn on for him to just let things drop totally. He had to see that petite, sexy body on the screen. Those small but firm tits, long blonde hair and wet shaven pussy. He had to make it happen...Somehow. "Fair enough. I just thought it might spice things up a bit, that's all. But if you're not interested." Spice things up! thought Lucy. What the hell does he mean, spice things up? Our sex life hasn't gotten that bad...has it? For the next few days, Lucy could think of nothing but the request Vince had made. A request that had at first shocked her, then repulsed her. The thought of stripping in front of a camera certainly didn't, or hadn't appealed to her, but now that was all she could think about. After all, like Vince had said, nobody would see it. It would be their private little video show, for their eyes only, so to speak! The more she thought about it, the more her defences weakened. Maybe it would spice things up. Now that she'd thought about it, their sex lives, although the sex was good, had become quite predictable: a few minutes of foreplay, followed by sex in the missionary position once or twice a week...three times if they were lucky! In a way, she could see how things could do with a little brightening up. Although she wasn't quite at the stage were she was going to agree to his request, the thought was becoming more attractive by the minute. Maybe he wouldn't have to get her drunk after all! "Right, I'm off," said Vince, as he left for his usual Sunday morning of attempting to play football whilst still smashed out of his brain from the heavy drinking session the night before. "Alright. Good luck! And try not to throw up over the referee this time!" "Very funny. See ya later." "It wasn't funny for him. He was washing carrot out of his hair for two days!" Vince grinned sarcastically and left. Lucy waited for a few minutes and then headed up the stairs to set her plan in motion. She sat on the edge of the bed, cradling the camcorder in her arms like a newborn baby. She still wasn't totally convinced that she could go ahead with her plan...at least, not sober! Even though nobody, not even Vince, would be there to witness the spectacle live, it was still an unnerving prospect. But she was determined to go through with it. She hadn't spent the last 48 hours agonising over her decision to back out and just do nothing. One way or another, she was going to perform in front of that camcorder if it killed her! One thing was for sure, though, she was certainly going to need a stiff drink inside her before even turning the camera on. She nipped down stairs and poured herself a glass of vodka. Eleven o'clock on a Sunday morning and burying her head in a bottle of vodka! Oh, well, she thought, what the hell! She downed the drink in one and refilled the glass, repeating the process twice more. Now, and with what she hoped would be more than enough Dutch courage inside her, she headed back up the stairs. After setting the camcorder up on its tripod and connecting it to the video recorder, she focused the lense directly at the bed and hit record. Recording it straight to VHS would save time later, she decided. Then she walked over and nervously positioned herself on the bed, hoping that she could actually go through with it. She needn't have worried. The vodka's she'd drunk moments earlier started to take effect and, slowly but surely, her inhibitions began to wane and her excitement grew. Slowly, she began to seductively stroke her firm, nubile young body through the flimsy black teddy she was wearing. She squeezed her small, pert breasts through the fabric before running her hands down the centre of her body and gently rubbing her vagina, feeling her own wetness through the flimsy fabric. The more the alcohol took effect, the more her inhibitions faded and the more turned on she found herself becoming. She began caressing her vagina more firmly, pressing down on the fabric with more force and eagerness than she ever imagined she could - especially in front of a camera. Her feeling of pleasure increased and she began moaning softly as excitement surged through her wanton body. After a few minutes, she sat up on the bed and undid her teddy, allowing it to fall forward, her breasts standing firm and pert and her moist vagina glistening between her thighs. She slipped out of it and threw it to the side of the bed. Now, naked and with a rush of pleasure and excitement surging through her quivering body, she laid back down. Parting her legs, she again reached down and began pleasuring herself. Gently, she rubbed her engorged clitoris and squeezed her firm breasts in turn with her free hand, tweaking her hard nipples in turn, all the while moaning quietly at the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. All thoughts of the camcorder had been banished from her mind - she'd actually almost forgotten that she was filming herself. She was now lost in a world of self-gratification. All but the pleasure she was feeling being put to the back of her mind. She suddenly felt the unmistakable feeling of her orgasm approaching. Her moans of delight turned to audible screams of pleasure, and she began rubbing and stroking her aching clitoris at an ever increasing pace, her hand almost a blur as she threatened to lose control. She squeezed her breasts with more force and tweaked her nipples harder than ever before, giving her a feeling that she'd never before experienced. Her hips suddenly bucked and she began writhing on the bed as the force of her orgasm tore through her twitching body. Moans, screams and words of profanity emitted from her lips as she drained every last ounce of pleasure from her climax. She was experiencing the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She ground her vagina against the hand that was giving her so much pleasure and literally screamed with joy, her whole body seemed to be in the grip of the waves of pleasure she was feeling. Finally her orgasm subsided and she flopped back down onto the bed, exhausted, sweat soaked, but unbelievably satisfied. She lay there for a few moments before, whether because of the drink or sublime pleasure she'd just given herself, probably a mixture of the two, drifted off to sleep... Lucy awoke with a start just in time to hear the front door slamming shut and Vince reeling off a succession of swear words and insults, mainly aimed at whom he called "that bastard blind cunt in black"! All had not gone well on the footballing front, she guessed. She sat up and noticed the camcorder, which was still recording. It hadn't been a dream. She'd actually gone through with it. Quickly, she jumped off the bed and slipped her dressing gown on before stopping the camcorder and video. Then she ejected the tape and hid it in a drawer of her dressing table and headed down stairs. Vince was slumped back on the sofa, a look of total disgust and annoyance covering his face. "Hi, hun!" she enthusiastically greeted him. "Hi," he replied, with a lot less enthusiasm and without bothering to look up. "So...did you win?" "Don't even get me started, Lucy. We had Stevie Wonder for a ref," explained Vince, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "and the other side had three ex pro's in their team. We didn't stand a chance." "What was the score?" Vince paused before answering. "9-0!" "Now I don't pretend to know too much about football, Vince, but I'm guessing that that's not good!" "You could say that," replied Vince, finally looking up at her and noticing she was in her dressing gown. "Have you just had a shower or something?" "I was a bit tired, so I took a nap. Which reminds me. I've got a surprise for you later." "What?" "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" With that she turned and walked towards the door. "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" she continued. "But I think you'll like it!" Later that night, Lucy set scene. She wrapped the videocassette in a bow and placed it on the pillow. Next to the bed she placed, what was for their meagre financial situation, an expensive bottle of wine. She then showered and put on her sexiest black dress - but no underwear - in anticipation of what she hoped would be a long night of love making. After a somewhat rushed romantic meal, she led Vince up the stairs to the bedroom. "Close your eyes, Vince." He obeyed without question. All this talk of surprises had got his imagination going, and he just wanted to know what Lucy had in store. Finally his prayers were answered. Lucy explained what she'd done, but not in too much detail. She wanted the reality to be as much of a surprise as it could be. As far as Vince was concerned, she'd simply performed a striptease for the camera, not put on an explicit one-woman show! She started the tape and they both sat on the edge of the bed and began to watch the action unfold. "Fuck me, Lucy! I thought you'd stripped or something, but this...Jesus! You're a dark horse!" "I'll take that as a compliment...Judging by the bulge in your pants!" Lucy lent over and rubbed his groin through his jeans. "Christ, Lucy! You really got into it, didn't you?" "Too right...and now I want you to get into me, if you know what I mean." "I think I can guess," agreed Vince, who lent over and kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her tender, moist mouth. Soon they were laid back on the bed, kissing and fondling each other with relish, as the video she'd made now played to the four walls. Vince buried his head in her small, firm breasts and greedily licked and sucked on her large erect nipples, while sliding a hand under her dress and searching out her wet, warm sex. He slid two fingers inside her up to the knuckle and began fingering her roughly, forcing them inside her at such speed and frequency that she screamed with delight. Lucy reached down and undid his jeans. His hard penis stuck through the gap in his boxers like a rod of iron, pointing straight up towards his navel. She gripped it firmly in her hand and began pumping it quickly, whilst encouraging him to finger her harder, deeper, faster. Soon enough both were desperate to get down to some serious fucking. No lovemaking, no declarations of love and certainly no gentle, loving caresses. They both wanted a good, hard fuck. Lucy slipped her dress off and helped Vince get out of his clothes, tearing and ripping at the fabric of his shirt and jeans in a desperate attempt to speed up the process. They were now both naked, both turned on more than they could ever remember. Vince flipped Lucy over onto her front and lifted her pelvis slightly. In one swift motion he entered her. Forcing his firmness into her wet vagina until his pubic bone slammed against her arse. Both parties let out loud moans of pleasure as he continued to withdrew his hard member almost all the way and then thrust it vigorously back into her. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back onto him as he continued to spear his length into her. Each thrust was met with a cry of approval from Lucy, and an appreciative slurping noise from her vagina. Vince reached round and began fondling her jiggling little breasts, squeezing and stroking them. Suddenly, and without warning, he took hold of her hair and yanked her head back. He began kissing her roughly, whilst still thrusting into her from behind. Lucy noticed that the video was still playing, and the sight of her watching herself pleasuring herself whilst Vince took her was overwhelming. She forced herself back onto his penis with more vigour than before, and could feel the beginnings of her orgasm deep within her. Her breathing became erratic and she pulled her lips away from his and yelled out that she was cumming. Vince showed no mercy, but continued to pummel her spasming vagina for all he was worth. Even if he'd wanted to stop, he doubted that he could. Her vagina was so wet that it was almost sucking him into her, mercilessly gripping his throbbing member and tipping him towards orgasm himself. Lucy was on the verge of losing all control. Her vagina spasmed around Vince's larger than average length as her whole body quivered and tingled with ecstasy. With one final thrust, and loud groan of approval, Vince came. Lucy could feel his cock twitching and jerking inside her, as load after load of hot semen was deposited within her. The feeling of him cumming tipped her over the edge again herself. Her vagina spasmed once more and drained the last dribbles of cum from his aching balls, as Vince jerked his hips, uncontrollably thrusting his still twitching cock in and out of her. Vince's groans of desire dwindled to the occasional heavy breath. Vince flopped forward onto her back and kissed her neck, satisfied and spent. "Sorry, babe," he said, his voice filled with remorse. Lucy didn't understand what he meant. "What do you mean, you're sorry?" "I should've lasted longer than that. It was the sight of you on the TV giving yourself one that tipped me over the edge!" "Don't be daft, Vince. It was great. I came...Twice! Or didn't you notice?" Although that was more to do with the sight of me on the TV as well, she thought! "Really? You really enjoyed it?" asked Vince, as if needing to be reassured about his performance like a teenager after losing his virginity. Vince withdrew his now almost limp penis, rolled over and lay next to her. "Really...it was fantastic," assured Lucy. "I think we should do this more often. Who needs to make love when you can have a damn good hard fuck!" Vince nodded his approval and kissed her. As he did so he felt his penis beginning to stiffen again... Lucy's wish for an all night sex session had certainly been answered. They must have made love, or rather, fucked, five times and in various, and sometimes imaginative positions. It was one of the best nights of sex she'd ever had...with Vince, anyway! They finally got to sleep at about 5am, and at 7 Vince had to be up for work. But considering the reason for his lack of sleep, he certainly wasn't complaining! He wearily opened his eyes and flung an arm out in the general direction of the alarm clock, knocking it clean off the bedside cabinet - but at least it stopped the damn thing from deafening him! Vince sat up and stared lovingly at Lucy as she slept; she'd somehow managed to sleep through the infernal ringing of the alarm. Slowly she opened her eyes. "Morning, darlin'," Vince greeted her. "Hi...is it morning already?" replied Lucy, still half asleep. "'Fraid so!" Lucy sat up next to him. "So, did you enjoy yourself last night, then?" "What do you think? Speaking of which, I've got a long hard day at work. I don't suppose you fancy a quick one before I go, do you?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Again?! I'm surprised you've got any bodily fluids left!" "I can't think of any better way to start the day, can you?" Lucy sighed. "I suppose not. It's just...I don't really..." Vince cut her off mid-sentence. "It's alright if you don't feel up to it. I'll just have to go to work frustrated!" "I'm sorry, Vince, I'm really not in the mood for sex," she admitted. "But I'll tell you what." Lucy threw back the duvet and began fondling his penis, which was already erect. She lent across and kissed him softly before kissing her way down his hairless chest to his groin. She took hold of his hard cock and began masturbating him slowly, flicking her tongue over the engorged head now and then. Vince let out moans of delight and bucked his hips, trying desperately to force his cock into her warm, inviting mouth. He then tried the more direct approach and placed his hand on the back of her head, trying to force her down onto his throbbing length, all the while still bucking his hips. Lucy resisted his attempts. "Now, now, Vince. All good things come to those who wait!" "Maybe so," breathed Vince. "But to be honest, I'm a bit sore down there. You know, what with last nights exertions and all!" Lucy took the hint and engulfed most of his throbbing member, licking and sucking as she continued to wank his exposed shaft. His moans became louder and Lucy knew that he was nearing orgasm. She began bobbing her head up and down at an increasing pace, licking and sucking for all she was worth, whilst still wanking his shaft. Only now, her free hand was delicately fondling and squeezing his large balls, as she tried everything she could to tip him over the edge. Giving head was the last thing on her mind, she just wanted to get her head down and get some more sleep! "Oh, yeah, Luccccy!" moaned Vince. His final extended cry of her name was due to the fact that he'd reached that point of no return. His cock twitched and jerked in her mouth, and a hot jet of semen shot straight down her throat. Lucy continued to suck and wank him, as more of his sticky seed seeped from his still twitching cock and into her warm mouth. She greedily licked up any of his juice that escaped from her mouth and swallowed eagerly. "Mmm, honey! You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked, a little semen escaping down her chin. "Ohhh, Christ, yes!" admitted Vince, who then climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "Thank God for that!" said Lucy quietly, as she wiped his cum from her chin. For the rest of the day all Vince could think about was the night before: The video Lucy made, the sex, oh, the sex! He'd made his mind up - he needed more of the same. Only this time he didn't want Lucy to make him a video...not knowingly anyway. This time it would be different. This time she wouldn't know she was being filmed...