Chapter-85: Mohini's real self came out and took control
"Why?" Luther asked as his tone genuinely curious. He reached out, not touching her, but tracing the air an inch from the curve of her hip. "The room is soundproof. The glass is one way. He can't see a thing.
He can't hear a thing. For all he knows, we're still adjusting lighting for your solo portrait." His finger finally made contact, a feather light stroke that made her jolt. Eeeep…! "We have all the time in the world."
Zeke's large hand slid from supporting her back to cupping the full weight of her left fruit, his thumb scraping over the hardened peak of her cherry. The contact was electric, a jolt that went straight to her core, which clenched around nothing, aching to be filled again. Mmmph!
"He's right," Zeke growled as his mouth close to her ear. "The photo shoot isn't over. We've captured the bride. Now we need to capture the…" He paused, searching for the word. "The aftermath…."
He shifted his stance, his own semi hardness pressing against her thigh. Luther, emboldened, closed the small distance, his lean body pressing against her side. His hand mirrored Zeke's, taking her other fruit, his touch lighter, more teasing.
Two sets of hands on her, two meat rods stirring against her skin, and her fiancé smiling obliviously from twenty feet away. "What… what are you going to do?" Mohini whispered as her resistance a perfunctory performance already crumbling.
"We're going to make you come again," Zeke stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "A proper one... Not the messy, overwhelmed little spasm you just had. A real one… One you have to work for."
"But I… I can't," she breathed, even as she arched her back, pushing her chest more firmly into their hands. "Not just from… from penetration." Luther's hungry eyes lit up. "Is that so?" His fingers plucked at her cherry, sending another sharp zing of pleasure and pain through her.
"Then it's a good thing there are two of us." In a fluid motion, Zeke turned her around to face the window, her back pressed against his solid front. Martin's eyes seemed to look directly into hers.
Zeke's arms wrapped around her, his big hands engulfing her fruits, kneading them, rolling the cherries between his thick fingers. Oh god… oh god… A low, wanton moan was torn from her throat. Luther dropped to his knees in front of her, his grin wicked.
"Let's see what else this innocent bride can do." His head dipped between her legs. The first flat stroke of his tongue up her soaked slit was a lightning bolt. Sluuurp… Her knees buckled.
Zeke held her fast, his hands continuing their work on her fruits, squeezing and massaging, making them jiggle and sway even though they are smaller for their audience of one. "Look at him," Zeke commanded, his voice gritty in her ear.
"Watch your future husband while his wedding photographer's assistant bangs your perfect little holes." Mohini's eyes, wide and unfocused, locked onto Martin's smiling face. Luther's tongue found her clit, circling it with furious, expert precision.
Flllttt... Schlick… The sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against Luther's face, seeking more pressure, more friction.
"That's it…" Zeke encouraged, pinching her cherries hard, sending twin spikes of sharp delight straight down to where Luther worked. "Show him how much you're enjoying your photo shoot..."
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. The climax was building again, a different kind this time deeper, slower, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her lower belly.
It was fueled by the filthy, degrading words in her ear, by the sight of Martin's clueless admiration, by the expert mouth on her and the rough hands on her fruits. "I'm… I'm gonna…" she choked out, her fingers digging into Zeke's muscular forearms.
"Not yet…" Zeke said as his own breathing ragged. He released one of her fruits, and she felt him spit into his palm before his hand slid down her stomach. "Wait for it."
His spit slicked fingers found her clit just as Luther drove two fingers inside her, crooking them up. Squelsh…. The dual assault was too much. The coil snapped.
The orgasm ripped through her with a force that dwarfed the first. It was a rolling, endless wave of pure, unstoppable sensation that wiped her mind clean of everything but the feel of their hands and mouths and the image of Martin's face.
Her body convulsed, her cries finally breaking free, loud and uninhibited in the soundproof room. Aaaaaah…! Yes! Through the glass, Martin, seeing her wide eyed, open mouthed expression, smiled wider and gave another enthusiastic, encouraging.
With that the wedding photo shoot came to an end. Zeke and Luther came to Mohini and showed her the final output of the video they took while helping Mohini clean up her mess. Well they are quite professional in both shooting and also cleaning.
They did not leave a single trace on her body and even carefully covered the blushes and marks with special makeup tools. They dressed her ups just as she was before their little action just now for the video.
Mohini looked at the video and smile at the man losing her innocent expression from before shocking both of them. Mohini looked at it and said. "The video is quite good. I know you want to publish it. I don't mind you publishing it.
But you have to make sure that you did not reveal my identity. I want to keep my innocent image. At least till the end of the month that is till my wedding is complete and there is no other problem. You can do anything after that.
We can also do more things with a different name as a P star of your studio…." The words of Mohini shocked the men so much that they stood there speechless like a wooden chicken. Mohini smiled and flicked their meat rods bringing them back to reality.
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