Recording 5 - Phase 1 - Day 2

The camera is on again. The man's face occupies the frame.

"Testing," he frowns as he turns the camera swing the view towards the door, then the scene blurs again and his face reappears, "No damage, it still works."

He nods and edges away.

"I kicked the tripod," he seems to be speaking directly to the camera, "Sorry."

She is in the background wiping herself with a damp towel.

"I've repositioned it and tightened the fastenings so that shouldn't happen again," he turns to her, "I ruined the atmosphere, sorry."

"Does that mean we've finished for today?" she asks, pausing mid-wipe, "Because, you've already, you know, finished."

"I'm not done yet," he indicates at his rapidly hardening member, "That was only the start."

"But," she frowns, "You've already cum."

"Yes," he nods, "But in a man of my age and fitness level, that's not the end of anything."

"You can do that again?" she bites her lip as she glances at him, "More than once?"

"I can keep going all night with the right partner," he breaths the words as his eyes focus on her breasts.

The white singlet she's wearing is damp from her efforts to clean herself, and the cotton is stuck to her skin showing the outline of her nipples.

"Oh," she looks confused, "Does that mean I'm the right partner?"

"You've already accepted responsibility for it for the next week," he shrugs his focus on her and his voice thick, "But whether that makes you 'right' for me, only time and lots of sex will tell."

"Does that mean you find your ideal partner via sex?" she frowns, "Isn't that a little shallow?"

"An ideal sexual partner and my ideal life partner," his voice is thick, "Isn't necessarily the same thing. Right now, I'm wanting you to satisfy my carnal needs not for a long-term supportive role. We are becoming lovers not falling in love."

She blinks in surprise.

"A lover," he lifts an eyebrow, "As in someone who you have regular sexual intercourse with but don't necessarily have any emotional commitment too."

She nods but doesn't answer.

"And if we're going to have sex with you multiple times then I have a promise to keep," he edges forward and towards her but doesn't touch her, "I need to bring you to orgasm or I'm never going to find how good we are together."

"You think that," she starts to say but he steps in to kiss her.

His lips touch hers gently this time, a slow kiss without the urgency he displayed on recording3. He hooks his hands under her clothing at her waist and as he's kissing her, he spreads his fingers at her waists, one hand finding one buttocks cheek and the other pulling the singlet shirt upwards exposing her abdomen to his. He groans into her mouth as he massages her ass and his hand pushes itself under her arm to cup her breast.

"To fast," she rips her lips from his as she wriggles against him.

"I know," he groans the words without letting her go, "You just feel so good and I want you so much."

"Master," she moans as he lowered her to the bed.

"That's not helping," he growls as he pulls her shirt off, her breasts bouncing free and then he slips her pants off. He sits back and looks at her lying naked on the bed, "That's not helping at all."

"You promised," her small voice reminds him.

"Yes, I did," His hands land the bed either side of her as he suspends himself over her, looking down at her, "I promised to do this properly and that's what I'm going to do. And if you're not begging me for it when I'm finished with my mouth, then I going to fuck you with my fingers, my tongue and my face until you're so wet you can't think straight."

Before she answers he lowered his lips to kiss her left breast as his right hand moves from the bedspread to the split between her legs. His tongue rolls over her nipple as his fingers edge themselves between the thick lips that encase her vagina. Two Digits slip over the fleshy bud of her clitoris as his mouth clamps down on her breast drawing in and suckling it. She gasps as he puts pressure on the slippery knob and then rubs it back and forward. Her legs involuntarily widen apart allowing him unrestricted access as he slides his fingers up and down over the sensitive area.

She squirms, seemingly to escape his friction. He dips his fingers into her and pulls the dampness, he finds within her, back onto the pulsing lump of flesh. This has her relaxing again and tilting her hips towards the laboring hand.

He works his mouth on her breast as he agitates her clitoris. Sucking her nipple upwards he gently introduces his teeth to the skin, teasing it without release. When her breathing becomes labored, he drops his mouth down and pushes it against her with a hard kiss, his tongue probing the upstanding nipple with determination. His fingers don't alter their assault as her back arches forcing her breast deeper into his mouth and her fist to clutch at the bedspread.

"Master," her voice is breathy and high as she pleads him with nothing more than his title.

"Subject-3," he releases her breast and licks it as he answers her, "This time I'm going to make you beg for it. I'm going to make you so ready for my cock that when it penetrates you, it will be sweet relief to you."

"Master," she whines.

"Oh, not yet," he starts to kiss her down towards where his finger is still pushing against her throbbing bead of flesh, "You're nowhere ready yet."

His fingers leave her as his face reaches its goal. His arms push themselves under her ass, wedging his hands under her and lifting her pelvis up off the bed. Swiveling her pink wetness upwards. Her weak legs fall forward and open to splay her center wide and giving him a good view of her private parts. He growls his appreciation as his head falls forward propelling his mouth towards her soft flesh.

She gasps as his kiss latches onto the place he's been rubbing at. He kisses her with a sloppy sucking kiss. His arms and hands have her tilted giving her no option to squirm away from his probing tongue. She shakes her head as she realizes that there is no escape from the sensations that he is producing within her. Showing no intention of stopping, he suckles the place that is now so aching with need. His tongue twists, pushes and licks the bud, all while his teeth and the suction tug at the flesh. He manipulates her with pleasure and soft pain until she gives up and her hands dig into his head and grip his hair.

Despite herself, she bucks herself against his face. He laughs into her depths as he slides his mouth off the throbbing knob and let the cool air onto it forcing her to cry out. The chill of the air after so much friction makes it burn and spark. She tries to tighten her fingers with the intention of dragging his face back to the place from which it had come, but she instead finds the grip leaving her fingers.

His mouth is in the process of finding a new home. His tongue flicks in and out as it penetrates her and rotates itself within her tunnel. Her body lurches as he digs his tasting appendage deeper within her and sucks the moisture from her. He angles his head, tilting it back and forth as he introduces his lower face to her. He encourages her slick enjoyment to coat his face as he rolls his chin, cheeks and lower nose in her wetness.

His glistening face lifts from her to intake a sharp sucking breath before dropping back to its task. He seems content in his chore as he kneels on the bed. His naked body is bowed over and focused on her. His erection is hard, and it hangs from his groin rubbing against and catching on the bunched bedspread.

She bucks again sliding herself up and over his nose and rubbing herself down, pushing her center in to his face. She is panting as she dances her lower half against the face that has buried itself in her. With her fingers securing his head, her legs lift and wrap themselves around his shoulders, her ankles crossed themselves between his shoulder blades as she rides his mouth giving him no room to do anything but what he's currently doing. He sucks hard and probes his tongue deep in time with her demanding and gyrating hips.

She cries out. Her hips lift higher off the bed, without leaving the plug that is his face and her body convulses. She exhales a long moan as her entire body flops loose, he legs and hands releasing him as they fall back to the bed. He takes the long breath of man who's been unable to breathe for a long time.

Sniggering his appreciation for her current state he sits back and casually inserts his finger into her. With a slow jabbing motion, he agitates her soaked passage as he watches her with a hungry expression. He leans in and starts to kiss her abdomen as he spreads his fingers and twists them.

"Master," her voice is flushed with lust, "Was that an orgasm? If it was, then I need more."

"I know, Subject-3," he smirks as he thrusts his fingers into her while moving his lips up her body, "And I'm going to give you more. You just have to ask for it."

"Please, Master," she squirms against his hand, not to escape it but this time to push it deeper, "I want it."

"Do you?" he lifts his head to look into her eyes, "Tell Master how much you want my cock inside you."

"I don't know how," she whimpers.

"Then I suggest," he pulls his fingers out from her causing her to gasp but before she can protest he pins her against the bed again, his penis lying within her wet slit, "That you get creative."

He drags the length of his erection up and down her without allowing the head of it near her entrance. She rotates her hips but he keeps it nestled in her pink flesh and then moves rapidly so the bulbous rim of the cap vibrates against her overly sensitive clitoris. She cries out once more as she fights his hold while trying to impale herself on the hard rod which is teasing her.

"Impatient," he whispers against her skin, "As much as I want that, there's something more I desire. Beg for it, Subject-3. Beg for my cock."

"I want it, Master," her breath is fast as she whispers the words, "I need you inside me."

"Not good enough," he smiles as he lifts himself off the bed to sit between her legs.

With both hands fastening her hips in place, he edges his penis to her entrance. She sucks in a deep breath in anticipation but then blinks at him as he holds himself poised to thrust in but without penetrating. His cock ramrod straight, hard and ready to impale her but resisting. He inches it forward and backwards while denying her any movement of her own, the cap of his long penis popping in and out of her wet opening. Her face flushed she fights against his hold for more of what he's tempting her with.

"Please Master, I need you to fuck me," she hisses through her teeth, "I need your cock inside me now."

He dips his hips forward letting it in another inch before dragging it back out. She cries out in relief and then in frustration as he returns it to the original position. He nudges the head in and out of her without giving her more.

"I will reward you when you deserve it," his face shows the strain that he's under, "But until that time I want you to feel the anticipation of what I'm going to do to you."

"But I'm ready, Master," she tries again to shift her hips again, "I want you to take me."

"I know," he growls, "But after yesterday, I want you desperate for me. I want you so ripe for my cock that you can't stop from coming on me. I want you soaking wet and still wanting me to fuck you."

He dips his hips down again so that he slips half its length into her. Then he pulls out again and bounces it at her opening again. His jaw is tight and he's grinding his teeth, but he doesn't allow himself to move from that position.

"Please, fuck me, Master," she tries again, "I need it. I want it. I'm begging for it."

"Fuck," he swears as he thrust forward then pulls himself out again, "This is torture. I want you to be hungry for me. I want you to have no regrets when I fuck you hard and fast."

"Yes," she lifted her head and kissed in on the lips before whispering, "You can have me. I want you to possess my body."

"Fuck," he groaned again and this time when he thrust forward, he doesn't withdraw.

He thrusts hard and deep, impaling his whole erection within her. She holds him, her finger digging into the skin on his back as she bucks her free hips against him and in perfect time with his invading force.

Her back arches as she splits her legs wide and open herself completely to him. He thrusts forward then holds himself within her as her body convulses. She cries out in pure pleasure.

"Holy fuck," he hisses as she finally relaxes, "You're so fucking tight around me."

He shifts, plunging his hips back and forth, while she lies, her muscles all loose, on the bed. He ploughs his erection into her, with no consideration for her post-orgasm glow, thrusting himself towards his own goal. His desperate need drives his hips to piston themselves in and out, churning her wetness. He lifts her legs so that her calves are against his chest and leans into the backs of her legs as he launches himself into her.

She cries out again. Her scream is breathy and uncontrolled. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes closed, and her breath is labored. She groans as he slams his lower body into hers, pushing her legs forward and leaning his weight into her groin.

"Fuck," he swears the long expletive as his knees leave the bed, pushing on his toes, his whole body is balance on the junction of their sex.

She moans a soft plea as she her legs convulse with pleasure against him. He bends his back, hooking himself deeper inside her and he jettisons his own orgasm into her. Holding himself taut he nudges with short sharp bursts as he encourages the last droplet to leave him. Only then does he lower himself and hence her hips back to the bed.

He opens his eyes and looks at her flushed face as if waiting to see her reaction to his sex this time. She doesn't say anything. He slips out of her and sits back, sitting between her legs and observing her floppy state.

"You enjoyed it," he smiles.

"Is it supposed to feel that good?" she exhales as she stretches her body out like a cat, "If it like that, then why isn't everyone doing it all the time?"

"No pain this time?" he slides his fingers down between her legs, "It doesn't hurt."

"It feels battered but not so much that I don't want to do that again," she bites her lip as she rotates her hips against the finger, "Is it too soon?"

"You want more?" he lifts an eyebrow as he withdraws his hand, "As much as I too want that, we have a long week ahead of us. If you're feeling bruised, let's not rush it. We should pace ourselves."

Still sprawled out on the bed, legs wide and hair fanned out, she looks at him like she's not understanding what he's saying.

"Subject-3," he exhales her name as he runs his hand through his hair, "Don't look at me like that. I messed up and pushed you too far yesterday, I'm not going to make that mistake again. I'll go and pour you a nice hot bath."

"Master," she pouts.

"Don't tempt me, Subject-3," he groans as he removes himself from the bed, "We've done enough for today, tomorrow we'll do more."

He moves towards the camera and flicks it off, the screen goes black.