The Confession That Led Us to Record Everything

After the breakup, I was completely fucked. Not because of cheap drama, but because of that stupid emptiness someone leaves behind when they walk away with half your routine packed in a suitcase. I stopped going out with the people I always had because, deep down, they were more hers than mine, and I got used to coming home alone, eating whatever and jerking off while thinking about women I had never dared touch.

One of them was Mara. I remembered her from a few scattered nights, when she joined the group and hardly spoke, always with that soft voice of a calm woman that was pretty misleading. Thin, with glasses, a pretty face and a round ass that had made me sick with desire for a long time. I had jerked off more than once thinking about that seemingly proper woman on her knees, sucking my cock.

One afternoon, she messaged me.

—Hi, Darío. Do you remember me? It’s Mara.

I smiled when I saw her photo in the chat and played along.

—Mara… give me a clue, because I can’t place you off the top of my head.

—Bruno’s friend. We went out drinking together several times.

—Of course I remember you. How are you?

We talked for a while. Just enough to feel each other out. She offered her condolences over the breakup, I told her I was getting by, and I quickly realized she hadn’t written out of politeness. There was something underneath. Something hotter. Something pushing her forward.

—There’s a reason I messaged you —she finally said—. And I’d rather tell you in person. Although I’m pretty nervous.

—Now you’ve left me with my dick in my hand.

—Maybe you’re not as far off as you think.

I hardened instantly. Not some awkward half-erection, but one of those that fills your fly and forces you to shift around on the sofa.

—Talk straight —I told her—. You’ve already got me imagining things.

She went several seconds without answering. Then her message came through.

—Your ex once told me you were big. And that when you came, you really came hard. She said you shot a ridiculous amount.

I read it twice. Then a third time. I felt a whip crack in my stomach.

—Fuck.

—Yeah. And I never forgot it.

I knew perfectly well what she was talking about. My ex had never handled my loads well. They turned her on at first, but as soon as she saw me fill her hand or drip after fucking, she would pull a face. That discomfort had become a boundary. Mara, on the other hand, had just written to me as if she’d spent months masturbating to that image.

—And that’s why you want to see me? —I asked.

—That and something else. Will you send me a picture?

—Of me or my cock?

—Don’t be a smartass. Your cock.

It didn’t take me long to pull it out. It was already hard, wet at the tip. I went to the bedroom, found a neutral wall and took two pictures until I got one where it looked thick, stiff and well lit. I sent it without another comment.

Her reply took less than a minute.

—Jesus, Darío. It’s gorgeous.

—Come over now and you can try it.

—I’m coming.

—That easy?

—No. We have to talk first. But I’m coming.

Those twenty minutes were endless. I stayed in the living room with my cock in my hand, giving myself a slow jerk so I wouldn’t come too soon. I thought about her glasses, her small mouth around my glans, her slender fingers squeezing my balls while she sucked me. When the doorbell rang, I was still hard.

I opened the door almost in the dark, keeping it over my body. It was her. She wore a simple dress, her hair loose and the glasses that had driven me crazy from the first day. She came in, looked me in the eyes and then lowered her gaze. A sigh escaped her when she saw my cock out.

—Was this what you wanted to see up close? —I asked.

She bit her lip and came closer without kissing me yet.

—Yes. But I’ve also come to propose something.

She grabbed my cock with a naturalness that disarmed me. Her hand was small and could barely take it in. She began jerking me slowly while holding my gaze.

—Talk.

—I have a private account where I upload content. I started alone. Photos, videos, masturbation… and I’m doing pretty well. But my subscribers want more.

—More what?

—They want to see me with a real cock. They want blowjobs, cumshots on my face, fucking. And I thought of you.

The sentence went straight through me. It turned me on that she didn’t say “with a man,” but with you. As if she had chosen my cock before my name.

—So you want me as an actor.

—I want you. And yes, I want your cock too.

We sat on the sofa. She took out her phone and showed me some thumbnails, and I confirmed what I had already imagined: that shy woman transformed in front of the camera. She posed with her legs spread, touched herself slowly, sucked her fingers and filmed her glistening pussy after she came. I got even harder watching her calm face as she showed me how she masturbated for strangers.

—I want to record a blowjob —she said—. I want you to fill my face. And if it goes well, do more things with you.

—Fuck, Mara.

—Yes or no?

The truth was that my brain barely took part in the decision. My cock answered, giving a twitch in her hand.

—Yes.

She smiled, relieved.

—I knew you’d say yes.

—I’d been imagining your mouth around this for a long time.

—And I’d been thinking about your loads for months.

We stood up and I took her to the guest room, where a dark curtain covered an entire wall. She thought it was perfect. She took a tripod from her bag, set up the phone and framed the scene with an almost professional calm. I watched her work with my cock stiff, heavy and shiny, swinging in front of my stomach.

—Record with yours too —she told me—. That way I can mix the angles later.

—Look at you. A real director.

—And now you’re a real stud.

She knelt in front of the camera, arranged her dress over her thighs and pressed the record button. Then she looked at the lens and smiled with that good-girl face that fooled no one anymore.

—Hi —she said—. You asked me to take things a step further, so today I found myself a real cock.

She gestured to me. I stepped into the frame from the waist down, bringing my dick up to her face. She looked at it as if she were savoring it with her eyes.

—And not just any cock —she murmured—. Look at this. Thick, hard, beautiful… and I’ve been told it shoots like an animal.

She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, slowly and wetly, without taking her eyes off the camera. Then she rested my cock against her cheek, dragged it over her lips and kissed me right on the glans. I was already filming her with my phone, fascinated by that mixture of sweetness and depravity.

—Let’s see if what they say is true —she said.

She opened her mouth and took it slowly. Not all of it, of course. It was a lot of cock for a small mouth, but the way she sucked me left me breathless. Tight lips, her tongue playing beneath the glans, deep suction, her hand moving up and down over what wouldn’t fit. I moaned involuntarily.

—Fuck… you really know what you’re doing.

She pulled off just to speak to the camera.

—It won’t all fit. But I’m going to work it properly.

She put it back in. She alternated long sucks with kisses along the shaft, licks over the vein and licks of my balls. She took them into her mouth one at a time, wet and tight, while jerking me with her other hand. I filmed her up close, watching saliva make her face shine, watching her glasses fog slightly, watching her look directly at me every now and then instead of at the phone, which was even more exciting.

Within a few minutes I was on the edge. My body began warning me: broken breathing, clenched ass, my cock throbbing in her hand.

—Mara… I’m coming.

She sat back on her heels and brought her face closer. She stroked the tip a few inches from her mouth, smiling at her camera.

—Then come on, you filthy pig. Fill me.

The first jet hit her forehead. Thick, hot, direct. I watched it soak into her skin before sliding toward her nose. The second crossed her cheek. The third stained her lips and the frames of her glasses. I kept pumping, and my cock kept spitting with enough force to make her half-close her eyes as she took each lash without moving away. I covered her face in semen, from top to bottom, leaving white strings on her chin, drops clinging to her eyelashes and streams running down her neck.

—Fuck… —she murmured, still jerking me through the last spasms—. Fuck, Darío…

There was no disgust in her voice. It was fascination. Pure kink. She carefully removed her glasses, showed the mess to the camera and smiled.

—I think it really does shoot like an animal.

I wasn’t finished with her. Seeing her like that made me even crazier. I gently grabbed her hair, brought my cock back to her mouth and pushed it between her lips. She understood immediately. She sucked me with her face covered in my cum, swallowing the remnants that ran toward her mouth while I fucked her throat carefully but without mercy.

—That’s it… like that… eat my cock —I growled.

Instead of going completely soft, my dick regained its firmness from the kink. I pulled it out, jerked it once more in front of her smeared face and came over her again, this time less, but enough to add another layer to what was already on her skin. She opened her mouth for the final jet and let it fall inside, swallowing without taking her eyes off me.

She stopped the recording, panting. So was I. We stood looking at each other for a moment, dirty and horny, until I leaned in and kissed her. Not a chaste kiss, not a reward, but a kiss with tongues, opening her mouth and mixing saliva with traces of semen. She let out a muffled moan and hugged me.

—I thought you’d want to go wash up —I told her.

—Fuck me first.

That was all I needed.

I lifted her dress, slipped my hands underneath and squeezed that round ass I had imagined so many times. She wore a tiny thong, buried between her cheeks. I moved it aside and ran my fingers over her pussy. She was soaked, hot, her lips swollen and slippery.

—You’ve been like this since you arrived.

—Since before that —she confessed—. Since the picture.

I turned her around and pushed her toward the bed. She climbed onto her knees and got on all fours, offering me her ass while looking over her shoulder. I moved the fabric aside, guided my cock and drove it into her with one thrust, slowly but all the way to the hilt. Her pussy swallowed me tight, very wet, very hot. She let out a deep moan and stayed still for a second, feeling me fill her completely.

—Fuck… what a cock —she whispered.

—It fits you beautifully.

I grabbed her hips and began fucking her. At first I kept it controlled, pulling out halfway and sinking back in precisely. Then harder. Her ass bounced against my pelvis, her moans grew louder and her hand went straight to her pussy to rub her clitoris while I pounded her. Every time I pulled out, my cock emerged shining with her juices; every time I went back in, I felt her close around me.

—More —she begged—. Don’t stop. Fuck me for real.

That was exactly what I gave her. More rhythm, more depth, harder slaps. I bent over her back and bit her shoulder while continuing to thrust. She gripped the sheets, pushed her ass back to take me and came in short bursts, squeezing my cock with a pussy that closed like a wet fist.

I felt her orgasm before I heard it. Then she cried it out. Her arms buckled and her chest sank halfway onto the mattress, trembling while I kept fucking her, making the most of every contraction.

—Like that… like that… don’t pull your cock out —she moaned.

I turned her onto her back without fully coming out. I lifted her legs, settled between them and went back in to the hilt. From there I could see her face still splattered, her lips parted, her small tits bouncing with every thrust. I sucked one nipple, pinched the other and kept driving into her with a mixture of hunger and pent-up anger.

—Look at me —I ordered.

She looked at me. And she touched herself for me. She pushed two fingers into her pussy around my cock when I pulled out, drew them out covered and rubbed her clitoris with that mixture of her juices and my semen. The sight nearly undid me.

—You like it like this? —she panted.

—This is how you drive me crazy.

I fucked her until she came again. This time she arched her back, clenched her teeth and scratched my side while twisting beneath me. I was so close to the edge that I had to pull out before I came. I knelt beside her and grabbed myself, jerking off over her open mouth.

—All of it inside —I told her.

—Yes. Give it to me.

The jets came out less violently than the first ones, but plentifully. I filled her mouth, tongue and part of her chin. She didn’t let a single drop escape. She swallowed, showed me her empty mouth and then laughed, satisfied, as if she had just won something.

We lay there for a while, sweaty, without saying much. Then she asked me for the videos I had recorded on my phone and went home to edit them. That same night she sent me the final cut. I came watching it in under five minutes.

***

The intense part came the next day. She called me early, excited, breathless, almost trembling with joy.

—It was a success —she said—. They loved it. They won’t stop asking for more. They want to see you fuck me. They want more cumshots, more blowjobs, more of everything.

I was already stroking my cock as I listened.

—Then there’ll be more.

—If you come today, yes.

I went straight to her house after work. She opened the door before I could practically knock. The moment I crossed the threshold, she kissed me and put her hand down my fly. She was burning. She pulled me halfway out in the hallway, knelt and sucked me right there, with the door still closing behind me. It was a filthy, perfect welcome.

Then she took me to the room where she recorded. It had lights, tripods, a carefully arranged bed and the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to display her body. This time the idea was more ambitious: first a long blowjob, then real fucking and, if I could hold out, coming inside her.

We started sitting on the edge of the bed. She undressed slowly for the camera, leaving only her glasses on because she knew they turned me on. She knelt between my legs and began licking me without using her hands, taking her time, knowing the camera loved detail. She sucked me slowly, almost cruelly, looking at me with that good-girl face while swallowing half my cock again and again.

I held another camera and filmed her up close. Her lips stretched around the glans, saliva falling in strings, her tongue massaging the tip every time she pulled me out a little. Between takes she caressed her pussy. I could hear her getting wet with her fingers while she sucked me. She was getting just as hot as I was.

When I came, she took it in her mouth. She opened wide, received the first jet on her tongue and closed her lips to catch the next ones. Some overflowed at the corners and ran down my shaft, but she kept sucking until she had me clean. Then she climbed on top of me and impaled herself, sinking me into her pussy with the taste of semen still in her mouth.

Watching her ride me like that was madness. She held onto my shoulders, moving up and down over my cock hungrily, panting, using my chest for support while her tits bounced. I held her ass and drove into her from below, feeling her pussy open to let me in again and again.

—Don’t come yet —she begged.

—If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not promising anything.

I laid her on her back and fucked her myself. Without filming for a moment. Just fucking her because I was dying to do it without thinking about shots or framing. I spread her legs, licked her nipples, bit her neck and drove my cock into her with a force that gave her two orgasms in a row. When she began saying I was going to kill her with pleasure, I knew it was no longer just a video.

Afterward we ate something in the kitchen, naked at times, between kisses and spanks. She was still wet. I kept getting hard every time I saw her walking around the house with that ass. We ended up filming another scene on the counter: first I ate her pussy until she came with her face against the wall, then I sat her on the edge and spread her legs to push my cock into her slowly, letting one of the cameras capture how it slid in and out between her swollen lips.

I fucked her there until I came. This time I shot one jet onto her chest and emptied the rest inside her. When I pulled out, semen began to trickle from her pussy in thick strings mixed with her juices. She touched her clitoris with my remains, moaned again and told me no one had ever filled her like that.

***

For weeks we repeated the pattern: we fucked, recorded, edited and fucked again. Sometimes at her place. Other times in hotels. A couple of times in public places where the risk drove us crazy. I got used to watching her talk to the camera as if she were flirting with a crowd of wankers, while at the same time looking at me in a way that wasn’t an act.

Jealousy came too. Not because I saw her fucking me, of course, but because I thought about other people watching her. Other people coming while they watched her suck me, spread her legs for my cock, smile with her face full of cum. It was absurd, because I was participating, but it still kept needling at me.

For her part, she began trusting me more. One night, after recording, she told me that some customers kept insisting they wanted to see her from behind. Anal. Lots of anal. Doubt was clear in her voice.

—I don’t want to do it because I’m being pressured —she told me—. But I know my ass drives you crazy.

—It drives me crazy, yes. But I don’t want to hurt you.

—I only did it once with someone. And it was awful.

—Then we don’t have to do it.

She was quiet for a while. Then she rested her head on my chest.

—With you, it would be different.

I didn’t push her. Precisely because I wanted her so badly, I didn’t want to screw it up. We continued with our usual scenes, until one day she called to say that a fan was offering her a good amount of money for an anal video. I told her the money didn’t matter to me. Only if she genuinely wanted it.

The conversation hung in the air. And that same night, my past came back to fuck everything up.

My ex called me.

We spoke tensely at first, then more openly. She had seen the videos. She had recognized my cock and the way I came. She confessed that it had shocked her at first, then turned her on, and that she had even masturbated while watching me with Mara. I was so horny listening to her moan on the other end that I ended up going to her house.

Nothing complete happened, but it came close. She knelt, sucked me badly and nervously, just as I remembered, and when she saw that I was really going to come on her face, she broke down. I saw in her eyes that she still couldn’t handle it. I stopped. She burst into tears. She confessed that she had tried to pretend in order to get me back. And then I understood two things: what we had was dead, and the woman I was thinking about while she sucked me was no longer her.

***

The next day I told Mara everything. Not out of nobility, but because it was burning me up inside. She came to my house white as a sheet, convinced I was going to leave her to get back with my ex. She sat opposite me with her hands clenched and her eyes wet.

—Are you going back to her? —she finally asked.

—No.

—Are you sure?

—I went to see her and realized she wasn’t the one I wanted. You were.

Her eyes filled with tears. Not sadness, but relief. She threw herself on top of me, kissed me with a desperation I had never seen in her and slipped her hand into my pants. I was already hard again. She hiked up her skirt, pulled aside her panties and sat on my cock on the sofa without preliminaries, sinking all the way down in a single motion.

—Then fuck me as yours —she whispered in my ear.

I grabbed her waist and helped her ride me. She moved up and down frantically, soaking the entire base of my cock, squeezing me with an eager pussy that seemed never to get enough. We kissed clumsily, knocking teeth, moaning into each other’s mouths. There were no cameras. No posing. Just us.

She came first, squeezing me with wet spasms that made me lose control. I came inside her, buried to the hilt, feeling every pulse empty into her pussy. She stayed on top of me without moving, breathing against my neck while the semen began to run between us.

Then I took her to bed and fucked her again. Slow at first, deep afterward, kissing her stomach, her tits, her mouth. I ended up coming inside her again, more slowly, as if marking my territory.

When I woke up, I already knew: it wasn’t just brutal sex. I had fallen in love with that woman.

***

She was the one who brought up the subject of her ass again a few days later. She took a box out of the wardrobe and showed it to me. There were dilators of different sizes, along with a large bottle of lubricant.

—If we do it —she said—, I want to do it properly. Without rushing. With you.

—Are you sure?

—Yes. And not just for the recording. Also because I know how much it turns you on.

We started that same afternoon. I put her on all fours on the bed, spread her cheeks and poured cold lubricant over her little hole. She flinched and laughed nervously. First I caressed her with one finger, massaging around the opening, letting her contract and relax under my hand. Then I pushed in the tip, slowly, without forcing her, letting her breathe.

—That’s it… relax your ass —I murmured.

—I’m trying not to squeeze you.

—I know. Good girl.

When my finger went all the way in, I heard her moan. Not from pain, but from strangeness mixed with kink. I took out the first dilator, coated it in lubricant and pushed it in very slowly. Her sphincter resisted for a moment; then it yielded and swallowed the thick part with a restrained gasp.

—Fuck… it feels so weird.

—And this is the small one.

It took me less than a minute to take advantage of the sight. Her ass was raised, the plug inside and her pussy getting wet beneath it. I put my cock in her front and fucked her while feeling her pussy contract around me and her ass remain filled behind her. She came like that, trembling and saying the combination was driving her crazy.

We repeated the game for several days. A little more each time. Finger, massage, lubricant, dilator, pussy. Her body grew accustomed to it. And with every session she relaxed more, got turned on sooner and asked for more without my having to suggest anything.

The day she felt ready to record it, she greeted me with the large plug already in place for hours. Nervous, yes, but determined. I kissed her at the door and knew from the way she grabbed my ass that she was incredibly turned on too.

We set up three cameras. She spoke first, naked from the waist down, her pussy already shining with desire.

—Today it’s finally happening. Today this bastard is going to fuck my ass.

I warmed her up in front first. It was important. I put my cock in her pussy and fucked her until I made her come once, then twice. Between orgasms I massaged her ass, first from the outside, then with one finger, then with two, while continuing to fuck her pussy. I wanted her body to associate that pressure with pleasure, not fear.

When she was trembling, open and slippery, I pulled out, removed the dilator and added more lubricant. The hole was relaxed, reddened and tempting. I brought the head of my cock to it and rested it there. That alone was enough to make her gasp.

—If it really hurts, I’ll stop —I told her.

—Put it in.

I pushed slowly. The head entered millimeter by millimeter. I felt the hot, tight ring yield around the glans, hugging it with brutal force. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and gripped the bedspread.

—There… keep going…

I pulled back a little, pushed again and added more lubricant. Again. Each entry went a little farther. The sensation for me was madness: tighter than any pussy, a hot pressure that nearly made my eyes pop from pleasure. But I restrained myself. I kept gaining ground until half my cock was inside.

—Should I stop?

—No. Keep going. It hurts a little… but it turns me on.

I pushed again. Three quarters. Then farther. Until finally my balls touched her buttocks and I had her completely inside her ass. I stayed still, breathing behind her, my hands on her hips, savoring that moment I had fantasized about so many times.

—There —I told her, almost incredulous—. I got all of it in you.

She opened her eyes and looked at the camera with a breathless smile.

—Yes, you bastards. He got all of it in me.

I began moving very slowly. Out to halfway, then back in. Again. Again. Her ass squeezed me with every inch. She brought one hand to her pussy and began masturbating while I fucked her ass at an increasingly steady rhythm. Her moans changed pitch. From effort they became pleasure. From pleasure, pure depravity.

—Fuck… yes… like that… like that… —she moaned—. I like it… I really like it.

That was enough to make me lose control a little. I sped up, burying myself faster, though always alert for any sign of real pain. There wasn’t one. What there was, was an orgasm so intense that her arms nearly gave out. She came while touching her clitoris as I fucked her ass, and I felt her anus clench in spasms around my cock.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled out and jerked off over her back and buttocks while coming in jets, one after another, splattering her skin, the crack of her ass and her waist. Seeing my semen falling over her freshly opened asshole was so obscene it nearly made me lose my mind.

But I still wasn’t finished. I put my cock back in, this time much more easily. Her ass accepted it hot, elastic and voracious. And then I really fucked her. Harder. Faster. Dirtier. She moaned my name, touched herself, begged me for more and told me not to stop. The wet sound of my pelvis against her buttocks filled the room.

I came inside her the second time. Deep. Feeling every spasm empty into her ass while she squeezed and moaned as if pleasure were splitting her apart. I stayed buried for a few seconds and then pulled out slowly. A thread of lubricant and semen slid between her buttocks.

I helped her stand and kissed her. For real. Without the cameras mattering much anymore.

—Did I hurt you?

—At first, a little. After that… fuck. After that I loved it.

—Then I’m going to fuck that ass of yours many more times.

—As long as you fill my mouth afterward.

We laughed. Then, of course, she knelt and cleaned my cock by sucking it until it was hard again.

***

Over time, we stopped hiding. We kept recording for a while longer, but no longer because we needed to prove anything, only because we got turned on watching ourselves afterward. We also learned how uncomfortable it was to have other people comment. Some acquaintance made insinuations, some asshole talked about her as if she were for sale simply because she fucked in front of a camera. That made me angry. Very angry. And it made me understand even more how brave she was.

One day she told me she was tired of exposing everything, that she had saved enough and would rather close the account. I didn’t object. We gradually closed that chapter. We kept recording ourselves, yes, but only for us. Videos where my face appeared, where I kissed her, where we laughed halfway through a blowjob, where we didn’t have to cut our names out of the audio.

Sometimes we still remember that first night. Her message. My picture. Her hand on my cock before she had even kissed me. I think about it and it makes me laugh that everything began with someone else’s confession about the size of my dick and how much semen I could shoot. But the truth is, that was only the spark.

What came afterward was much bigger.

Because yes, I found a woman who loves sucking my cock, swallowing my loads, opening her ass and pussy for me to fill, letting herself be recorded and then watching the videos beside me while we masturbate again. But I also found the only woman I still want to stay in bed with after we come and turn off the camera.

And that, no matter how much porn we recorded, can’t be faked.