Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Duncan.”

“Well, Duncan. I think Camille wants me to do another massage video,” she said. “So, you get to lay there and be sexy while I do naughty things to you,” she said.

“Couldn’t ask for a better introduction to all of this,” he said, smiling and unabashedly checking out the young woman.

Polly was attractive, for sure, but she was definitely an interesting girl. She had smallish breasts, but they were perky, and her nipples always seemed to be very erect. She had a spectacular ass, and she was definitely pretty. She had short brown hair, slightly curly and just past her ears. The left side of her head was completely shaved, and she had a few piercings in places that he hadn’t expected.

“Well, that’s sweet,” she said, smiling. “I’ll do my best to break you in softly,” she said, smiling. They conversed a little more about what they both did in their real lives, and a few other things while Camille finished getting ready. At one point, Frank came over and had Duncan sign release forms and a few other pieces of paper and took the paper that he’d been required to get from the clinic after being tested recently.

“Okay,” she said, “We all acquainted?”

Duncan smiled and nodded, looking at Polly and winking as she took his hand in hers.

“Okay,” Camille said with a wide grin. “For this shoot, I think we’re going to let you do what you do best, Polly. I figure we can break Duncan in easily and this should be a fun shoot for both.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Polly said, smiling and squeezing his hand.

“Duncan, you’ll be laying on the massage table and Polly is just going to give you a rubdown to start with. There will be a little oil, but nothing else. After that, she’ll have you turn over and start getting a little frisky. After that, it’s up to you guys,” Camille said. “Polly has been simulated only when it comes to intercourse, so if the scene feels good and natural, we might try some simulated sex if y’all are up to it.”

“That’s fine with me,” Duncan said, smiling. “Whatever works.”

Polly smiled, leading him over to the table by the hand. He smiled, feeling appreciated and desired all at the same time by the intriguing young woman. Camille came over and helped him out of the robe, revealing the snug cotton shorts that she’d given him to wear. He slid up on to the table and glanced over at Polly, seeing a smile of appreciation on her face as she glanced at his crotch.

The first part of the massage was super easy for Duncan. All he had to do was lay there and enjoy what was happening to him. Polly was definitely talented and had worked out all the stress of the week for him after about thirty minutes. She started with his feet and worked upward to his thighs, then went around to his left side and worked his arms and shoulders, and then moved to his right and repeated the process. Then, moving around to his head, she occasionally leaned forward and made a show of arching her back to get a hard to reach spot, running her breasts across his back or head.

After that, she went around and climbed up onto the table, still wearing her alluring little masseuse get-up. He felt her light weight on the back of his legs, and then her warm, oil-covered hands pressed into the small of his back on either side of his spine and slowly pushed upward. He groaned, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. Finally, she slid off the table and had him turn over.

He did so, and quickly took the towel that Camille brought over.

“Lose the shorts,” she said, winking at him.

Duncan chuckled, lifting his butt up to shuck the thin cotton garment, the towel strategically placed over him.

Polly smirked, snickering at him. “You know I’m gonna see it eventually, Mr. Mysterious,” she said with a giggle.

He didn’t answer but smiled upward as he closed his eyes. Polly moved around to his feet and began the dance again, rubbing his feet and legs up to his thighs, then around to his arms and chest, then up to his head. This time, she made a show of playfully rubbing her nipples across his face as an accident. Camille told him to do his best not to respond, that it was much kinkier to have the implication that she was a masseuse stepping past her boundaries.

Duncan did as he was asked, enjoying himself for awhile while Polly played. He was marginally erect, but that was enough to cause his cock to tent the towel up a bit. Polly smirked and went around to his waist, rubbing his thighs and slowly inching her hands up higher and higher.

Camille came over then and stopped the shoot, talking to Polly and then Duncan. “We’re going to have some lines here,” she decided. They spoke for another minute, working out the details of the fantasy.

“Okay,” Duncan said, as Camille went back to taking pictures and Frank went back to filming.

He smirked, feeling silly about having to say the lines, but did as they’d decided.

“My wife said that you’re very good at what you do,” he said. “I’m pretty well relaxed.”

“Thank you, sir,” Polly answered. “That’s high praise coming from the husband of my boss! I’m going to have to try and do a good job; she’s definitely going to want to know how it went the next time she comes in.”

He smiled. “Well, she might be a little scary sometimes, but she’s pretty harmless. Don’t be afraid of her.”

Polly, playing her part, smiled nervously and nodded. She massaged him a little more, and then slowly began to move up his thighs.

“I definitely feel some tightness here,” she said, moving upward.

“You do?” he asked. “I’m don’t feel tight there, but I guess you’re the expert.”

She went about massaging him some more before finally sitting back and looking at him. “I think I’ll be able to get to the tight spots better if you let me remove the towel.”

He shook his head and looked down with a look of concern on his face. “I don’t know… I’m not sure my wife would like that,” he said.

Polly reached over and snatched it away before he could move to stop her, or so it appeared.

She smiled widely, reaching forward and wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Oh my God,” she said, smiling at him. “You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, sir.”

Duncan laughed then, and they called a cut to the action. Polly smirked and looked down at him, shaking her head.

“That wasn’t acting,” she said. “I’ve never had my hands on a bigger dick.”

Duncan shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I’m sure,” he said, snickering.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She shrugged. “Believe it or not,” she said. Her hand was still on his shaft, and she started stroking slowly.

Camille and Frank started filming and taking pictures again, and they picked up from where they left off. Polly said her line again, and Duncan didn’t react, just like he was supposed to have done the first time.

She poured some oil into her hands and started slowly stroking his cock, which he was thoroughly enjoying. She really knew what she was doing and the pleasure she was giving him was incredible. He had to use all the tricks in his arsenal to control himself though, and after five minutes he was ready to blow.

Polly giggled, seeing his problem as she deliberately continued to stroke his shaft and look up at him playfully. “God you’ve got a gorgeous cock,” she said.

He smiled, winking at her. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, feeling like he couldn’t think of anything else.

“I think you just need to release real quick and we’ll get you back up to full speed,” she told him, winking. Turning, she looked over at Camille. “Duncan’s having a hard time keeping himself from cumming, so I’m going to get him off real quick.”

Camille shot her a thumbs up and Polly turned and grinned, licking her lips. “I think I might like to just… suck this big guy,” she said, looking down and studying his organ as she stroked.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. “I’ve only ever seen you do handjobs in all your photo shoots.”

She grinned. “That’s because my boyfriend said when I started this that I had to stick to the softer stuff with other guys. He’s the only one that normally benefits from my blowjobs, but I’m having too much fun and this will never get anywhere if we have to keep stopping for your impending orgasm.”

Duncan nodded and looked down. “Are you sure that’s okay?” he asked

“With who, my boyfriend? Probably not,” she said, laughing. “In fact, definitely not, but he’s not here, is he? Plus it’s my mouth, so shut up and enjoy it.”

He shook his head. “I can handle not cumming,” he said. “I’ll just have to concentrate harder.”

She sighed. “That just makes it look like you’re trying to not have an orgasm,” she said. “You need to be relaxed and look like you’re enjoying my stroking without almost cumming every thirty seconds. Let me do this.” She leaned over and opened her mouth, perching above his cock and looking up at him demurely. He smirked at her, shaking his head. She raised an eyebrow.

“Denying me?” she asked, squeezing the base of his cock.

He smiled widely and didn’t answer.

“Tell me you want me to suck your cock,” she said, squeezing his shaft as she stroked. “Now.”

He chuckled and didn’t respond.

She smirked and squeezed tighter, almost glaring at him. “Fucking ask me to suck your dick,” she said.

Duncan didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then grinned widely. “You aren’t allowed to suck my dick,” he said.

“Ohhh, fucker,” she said, her hand sliding up and down his cock faster. She jerked him off for a few seconds before she playfully glared at him and lowered her face again. “Don’t ever try to deny me a dick,” she said, smirking at him. She was clearly dominant in the bedroom, he realized, and he groaned as he felt her lips slide down his shaft. Feeling her moaning in pleasure around his solid flesh, he groaned, then felt her push his cock against her throat again and again. She lowered her face to his cock again and again, impacting her throat but not going beyond.

“Fuck yeah,” she said, smiling widely after popping his cock out of her mouth.