Paid Into Lesbian Facesitting

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I knew my lesbian friend Miranda starred in some sort of niche porn, but I was still shocked when she asked me to join her for a one-time video.

There wasn’t really going to be any sex, she assured me, and it would be good money for an afternoon of work.

When I asked her what, exactly, the video would be about, she said it was a facesitting flick.

She immediately laughed when I blushed, comforting me by saying they didn’t do nude facesitting.

I still wasn’t too sure about letting my friend sit on my face, clothed or not, but I could really use the money.

The camerawoman was another friend of Miri’s and she seemed like a really nice girl.

When I asked her if she, too, was gay, she just winked at me and I realized she probably thought I was, being here for a lesbian video and all.

I had asked Miri if I had to wear anything specific, but she told me I could wear whatever I wanted.

The focus would be on the facesitting and Miri, with me just being there as a toy, so to speak.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about that but at least it meant I didn’t have to do much myself.

Even though I’m not gay, or at least I never considered it, I had always thought Miri was a stunning beauty, with her near perfect skin, long dark hair and a tight little body.

She wore makeup, of course, but didn’t really need to.

Her tits weren’t overly large but they looked impressive on her small frame and she always wore push-up bras.

But I had never seen Miri as dolled up as she was today.

Her hair was styled to perfection and she wore heavy makeup, almost to the point of being unrecognizable to me.

Less impressive was her outfit, being nothing more than a cute black thong and matching lace bra.

I felt overdressed for the occasion, wearing a beautiful red mini dress with gems studded down the front and sides.

I couldn’t help but notice how small her thong was and for a moment I regretted agreeing to all this.

As if she read my mind, Miri took my hand and practically dragged me into the bedroom.

The camerawoman strutted behind us and when I looked back I realized she was already filming.

At least it would be an authentic video, I smiled to myself.

I gulped when we reached the bed and saw a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

Miri noticed my reaction and simply giggled as she picked them up and turned to face me.

“You’re going to do everything I say now, understand?” She cooed, her voice more dominant than I had ever heard.

I nodded and held out my hands and only then noticed I was shaking slightly.

She gently ran her fingers over my forearms before snapping the handcuffs around my wrists and leaned in close to kiss me on my neck.

“Don’t be afraid, my pet,” she whispered in my ear, and I blushed fiercely when she referred to me as pet.

Miri smiled when she saw me blush and lovingly rubbed my cheeks before suddenly moving in to kiss me.

I startled and tried to move back but she anticipated my reaction and swiftly moved one of her hands behind my head, holding me close.

Before I could resist she wormed her tongue inside my mouth and I responded instinctively, resting against her hands and letting her tongue wrestle around mine.

She put on a bit of a show for the camera, slightly breaking the kiss to lick my lips before pulling me back towards her and deeply kissing me.

I moaned into her mouth when she pulled my hair, forcing me to arch my back.

Without breaking the kiss, she slowly but surely pulled me back and down until I fell onto the bed with her on top of me.

I felt ashamed to admit that this was the best kiss of my life and I gasped in genuine pleasure when she playfully bit my lower lip.

My cuffed hands were awkwardly placed between our bodies but she was sure to roam hers all over my body.

She ran her finger from my neck, past my breasts all the way down towards my pussy and I squirmed when her index finger came to rest just above my clit.

I knew she could feel that I wasn’t wearing any panties under my dress and I saw the corners of her mouth curve into a shy smile.

Her other hand moved to the straps of my dress but only lingered there for a moment, hesitating to take this way further than we had agreed.

Perhaps remembering what we were here for, Miri finally broke the kiss, her lips hovering just an inch above mine.

I was panting heavily, something the cameragirl was sure to focus on, and Miri couldn’t resist flicking her tongue over my lips one last time.

“Time to get to work,” she laughed and started moving up ever so slowly.

I gasped when I saw her pantyclad pussy come closer and closer, and her warm thighs slide over my shoulders until they came to rest against my cheeks.

I was starting to get uncomfortably warm and almost immediately felt a bead of sweat form on my face.

Miri noticed this as well and smiled down at me, tapping my nose with her finger before shuffling forward those last few inches.

I struggled for a moment when the black thong moved over my mouth and nose, but a quick squeeze of her thighs reminded me to lie down and let it happen.

Miri allowed me to get used to my position for a good minute, simply hovering over my face and smiling down at me, her hands resting on her thighs.

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