by Bridy McAvoy
“Break the kiss, please, Lizzie, and pull your body back a little. Good. Now, slide your hands slowly down her body. Good.”
This time Carrie’s nipples stayed erect and Phil was pretty certain they were stiffer than he had observed before.
“Susie. Step into shot, please. Crouch down behind Lizzie. Good. Now, reach out with your right hand and caress Lizzie’s mound through her bikini.”
Susie simply obeyed. She was still turned on by the earlier experience and, watching her two friends making out in a similar way, had fired her desire again. Lizzie flinched and shivered as she felt the small dainty hand of her friend reach into the narrow space between her legs to brush, and then stroke, her Venus mound. Not really knowing how, the kissing had turned her on; the gentle ministrations of her other friend turned her on more.
“Lizzie, spread your legs apart as far as you can, please. Now undo the drawstrings on Carrie’s bottoms. Good. Discard the bottoms. Good. Susie, remove Lizzie’s bottoms the same way, please. Good. Now, go back to what you were doing, Susie. Excellent. Lizzie, lower your head to Carrie’s groin level. Stare straight at her pussy. Now, slide one hand up toward it from her leg. Good. Tease her slit with one finger. Susie, tease her with one finger rather than the hand. Good.”
Phil was changing position and clicking the shutter as rapidly as he could move. He realized with a start that Susie’s free hand had disappeared into her own bikini and she was fingering herself with one hand and Lizzie with the other. Lizzie’s nipples stuck out like organ stops. All three girls were breathing fast and heavy, almost gasping for breath.
Three or four shots later he was startled when Carrie suddenly let out a groan, her body stiffening and then shaking with an orgasm. The feeling of Carrie’s orgasm sent a shock wave into Lizzie and hers followed immediately on Carrie’s heels. Susie knew both of her friends had achieved the release, and the realization that what Phil wanted had been achieved sent her over the edge, too, almost in relief. Susie could no longer hold her position and sat back heavily. This provided room for Lizzie to also sink to the ground in momentary exhaustion. Carrie, of course, couldn’t move.
“That’s a wrap, ladies.”
He put the camera down and quickly removed the blindfold and handcuffs. Carrie simply slumped in the chair, not even bothering to close her legs. The one thing she had never expected to happen had happened. She had had an orgasm at the hands, hand really, of another woman.
Phil let them regain their composure a little and get their breath back before he spoke to them.
“Right, that’s it for tonight, I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear. It’s the lot till Monday. Now, Monday will be a little different as we will be on location rather than here.”
He watched the look of shock and horror form on the faces before him. He smiled.
“No, I don’t mean out in public. I simply mean we will be doing the photo sessions somewhere else. As before, these envelopes contain your buying instructions and money to cover the purchases. Lizzie, you will be wearing your outfit all day so make sure you get it right. At closing time I will lock the door, close the blinds and photograph you in the office where you work.”
Lizzie gulped, her eyes pleading with him. The thought of sitting there for the day, knowing that she would be naked on her own desk after closing time, was not exactly one of her fantasies.
“As soon as we have finished I will let you get partially dressed. Which parts will depend on how well you do. We will then adjourn to your house where the others will be waiting for us. Monday night you will be posing in your own home. As I own it I don’t think your landlord has a problem with that, do you? Goodnight.”
Chapter 17
As she sat down behind her desk on Monday morning and prepared herself to smile at the first customer of the day, whoever it may be, Lizzie realized she had dreaded every single day in the office for a week. She could not go on like this; there had to be another way out. Susie had convinced all three of them that the way Phil had been progressing since Tuesday of the week before, very soon he would be asking them to perform sex acts—if not, actual love making—with him before long, probably even tonight.
The idea of sleeping with her boss didn’t particularly faze her, the idea of doing so under these conditions did. The idea of doing so with either or both of her friends watching her, let alone doing so in front of a camera, absolutely mortified her. The trouble was, when Susie had pointed it out to her it was blindingly obvious. Phil wasn’t simply interested in capturing erotic images of the three young women, he was looking for sex.
“Good morning, Lizzie. How are you today?”
Phil’s entrance into the office had been unheard and his voice startled her out of her funk.
“Okay, thanks. Do you want coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
The conversation between senior and junior was so mundane the laughter bubbled up inside her. The thought of making coffee for the man who would be photographing her taking her knickers off later in the day was just too much. If she laughed she knew it would turn hysterical. Instead she leant on the small table they kept the coffee makings on and gripped the table edge hard.
“Are you alright?”
Suddenly he was standing next to her, a look of genuine concern on his face.
“Yeah, fine. Just didn’t sleep much last night, that’s all. Should have eaten breakfast and didn’t. I’ll be fine. Honest.”
“Right, leave the coffee, I’ll finish it, go to the deli round the corner and get yourself something for breakfast.”
“I can’t, Phil. I’m not going shopping for anything in this get-up.”
Phil then remembered his instructions to her and realized she was wearing exactly what he had told her to. A very short plaid mini skirt didn’t even reach the tops of the fishnet stockings she wore. It was a fairly scandalous outfit to walk down the street in. She had been able to sneak in the back way from her house three doors up, but he could see her point.
“Okay, I’ll go. What do you want? I can’t have my favorite girl collapsing on me. What would they say in A&E?”
The last comment started a laugh out of her—he was being nicer to her than he had been all week last week. Strange.
“I don’t know, maybe a ham salad sandwich.”
“Okay. Sit down behind your desk and I’ll be back in a minute.”
He picked up his jacket and headed out the door which banged closed behind him and then opened again instantly.
“Brown bread, no mayo, right?”
She nodded, stunned by the turn of events. He was back minutes later with a deluxe sized sandwich. She used the shop herself but never bought from the deluxe range as it was twice the price of her usual choice. It was delicious.
* * * *
He carried on being nice all day. By lunch time her spirits had been lifted and she felt much more her normal self—except for the way she was dressed, of course. By late afternoon the feeling of dread was coming back as the time approached for her solo performance in front of the camera. There was a sudden rush of tenants wanting to pay their rents from about 4:30 and Lizzie was kept busy right up to the wire. Suddenly, she realized that Phil was putting the closed sign up, locking the door and closing the blinds. He went back and sat down behind his desk.
“How are you feeling now?”
She swallowed before answering.
“Okay. Look, I’m sorry about this morning.”
He held his hand up to stop her.
“No, it’s okay. Maybe I pushed you all too far on Friday. I hadn’t originally intended to go that far that soon.”
“But you did intend to go that far?”
He nodded.
“And further?”
He nodded again.
The almost apology gave her strength from somewhere. Those reserves now pushed her chair back from the desk, going over to the full length windows and closing the vertical blinds herself.
“Where do you want
me to start?”
Phil smiled at her and made no attempt to take any equipment out of the bag by his desk. Instead he looked gravely at her and smiled.
“Come over here, please.”
He indicated his side of his own desk. She complied, surprised by her own boldness and her complete lack of nerves. Phil pushed his chair away from the desk and, spreading his legs indicated she should stand in front of him between his legs. Lizzie complied and felt the back of his desk catch the top of her ass cheeks.
She gazed steadily at him and asked, “Where’s the camera?”
He smiled back at her, pointing to the bag, clearly indicating he wasn’t getting it out.
“Did you want me to get it for you?”
“No.”
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“Sit on the desk, please.”
She hitched her ass onto the desk and shuffled back until her whole weight was on. When she looked down she guessed her pussy was pretty much on the desk edge although at this point covered by her skirt. She looked up as Phil’s chair creaked; he stood and approached her.
He stood with his legs touching her closed knees and gazed into her eyes. Something held her gaze there, something almost hypnotic as he continued to move in apparent slow motion. He lifted one hand to the side of her face and, taking her chin gently in his finger and thumb, lifted her head up and lowered his own, kissing her gently on the lips. Her eyes stayed open, watching him as he moved back a few inches then swayed in and kissed her again. She could not restrain the sudden flutter in her stomach as he treated her more as a lover than as a sex object. It was so unexpected. He kissed her again and again, each time pressing his lips more firmly to hers.
Finally her eyes closed and her lips parted. He let go of her chin and dropped one hand to hold and squeeze hers. He kissed her again, longer this time. The tip of his tongue came out and hers came out to meet it. All on its own her other hand came up to circle his neck and the kiss deepened, the passion building for both of them.
Finally he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, but not so far as to dislodge the arm that circled his neck. He looked at her gravely for a moment and then his hands came up to the top button on her blouse. She just looked him in the eyes as one by one the buttons popped open revealing her bra encased breasts in their full size D glory. Her skin positively glowed against the black lace bra and she felt powerless to stop the seduction she didn’t want to stop.
He pushed the blouse open and she finally had to let go of him, allowing him to push the blouse all the way off her shoulders and fall to the desk behind her. He moved his head forward and kissed her again. Both of her arms now circled his neck and she returned his kiss hungrily, urgently. His arms circled her back and found the clasp of the bra and, with practiced ease, the tight nylon parted. Again she lowered her arms to allow him to slide the bra down and off. Her knees parted allowing him to press closer to her. He could feel the hard points of her nipples grinding into his chest through his shirt as she returned to the previous embrace. The heat of her loins was pressing on his thighs as he slowly lowered her to a recumbent position on the desk. He didn’t break the kiss as his hand went to her outer thigh and he pushed the skirt up. She tried to lift her lower body up off the desk to assist but, with his weight pressing on her, she couldn’t. He broke the kiss and straightened up. She lifted her ass clear of the desk and he pushed the skirt up above it. She reached down and started pushing her own panties off. He placed his hands on hers and took over, almost ripping the thin nylon down her legs and finally off, onto the floor. She sighed and allowed herself to sink back to the desk, spreading her legs even wider to allow him better access to her pussy.
By now his need was as urgent as hers and further teasing and play was out of the question. He jerked his belt open and pulled the zipper down, releasing his throbbing manhood in its full upright glory. Moving back in between her legs, he felt her wrap her tiny hand around it and pull him closer still. He leaned his hands on the desk as she maneuvered him into position. The moment she felt his purple gland touch the open lips of her sex she pulled at him urging him to thrust into her. He needed no such urging and thrust his full length into her in one powerful surge.
She screamed in passion as she felt his whole penis embed itself in her pussy. As he began a slow and steady powerful pumping motion her hips began to rise and fall in time with him.
There was so much sexual tension in the room that neither could hold back for long. It was as if the previous week hadn’t happened for her. Her whole body tensed in the prelude to orgasm. As she screamed with ecstasy with the onset of her all-encompassing orgasm, he had the presence of mind to pull out of her as he came. His jism splattered all over her stomach in long sticky strings as he pumped out his juices in several huge loads.
He reached behind him and collapsed back into his chair. She lay still like a rag doll for a minute before raising herself up on her elbows and staring straight at him. She didn’t know what to do or say. She’d just voluntarily screwed her boss—her blackmailer of a boss. It didn’t make any sense to her at all.
Phil smiled at her.
“Get dressed.”
“You said what I could wear would depend on how well I performed for the camera. There was no camera.”
“Honestly, just get dressed.”
He handed her a tissue and she mopped at the sticky mess all over her stomach, to little avail. She gathered up her clothes and went over to her own desk chair to dress. He simply sat there watching her, with his deflating juice covered penis sticking obscenely out of the fly of his trousers. She realized with a start that he hadn’t even taken his tie off. She couldn’t help herself and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never made love to a guy who kept his tie on before, that’s all.”
He smiled warmly at her, “I promise not to keep it on next time.”
“Go on, go on home. Tell the others that I’ll be round in about an hour. I suggest you use the time to have a shower and freshen up. After that, you’re all going to have an easy time of it tonight. I promise no group shots. Okay?”
Intentionally or otherwise, he had brought her back to earth with a bit of a bump. Despite what had happened, which had definitely felt more like making love than a fuck to her, all three of them were still going to be modelling during the evening. She called out ‘bye’ as she left through the back door.
Phil carefully wiped her juices off his now flaccid dick and tidied himself up. Getting up, he went to the back door and turned the key so he wouldn’t be disturbed. Finally, he went to the air conditioning vent, undid the thumb screws and lifted the vent cover free. He reached in and extracted the high definition camera hidden there and turned it off after ejecting and pocketing the film cassette. Lizzie didn’t know it yet but she had just filmed her first porno scene. It wouldn’t be her last.
Chapter 18
Carrie and Susie pounced on Lizzie the moment she walked through the back door. One look at her face told them all they needed to know.
“He screwed you, didn’t he?”
Lizzie smiled wanly and nodded. She was still somewhat in a daze from the experience.
“On camera?”
“No, he didn’t take the camera out of the bag throughout.”
“Well, what did he do? Where did he do it? What was it like for you?”
Lizzie finally snapped, the emotional rollercoaster of the day had wasted her.
“Look. He fucked me on his desk, if you must know. Now leave me alone. He’ll be round here in an hour so I suggest you both go and get ready as instructed. I’m going to take a shower. Right!”
Lizzie disappeared upstairs towards the bathroom and, with a shrug, the other two took off for their own rooms to don the required outfits.
* * * *
Phil rang the doorbell promptly on time. Carrie was the only one on the ground floor so was forced to open the door for him. As she did so to
admit a smiling Phil, she kept as much of her body hidden behind the door as she possibly could. When he closed the door and looked her up and down with approval she shuddered. The black satin camisole and French knickers set over the top of black seamed stockings on garters felt old-fashioned to her but she had to admit they looked good. The hallway was colder than the rest of the house and as a result two little points showed clearly through the black satin.
“Are you all ready?”
“Susie was just doing her makeup, I think Lizzie was blow drying her hair a couple of minutes ago. You haven’t bought a lot of equipment with you?”
“Nope, just the camera and the flash gun tonight. It’s time you tried working under minimal conditions.”
“Come on, girls. Time’s wasting.”
There was a clatter of shoe heels on the landing and the other two girls came into view at the top of the stairs. Lizzie came down first, in a peach colored ensemble that mirrored Carrie’s. Susie followed in a cream version of the same. Phil paused to watch the procession and, when Lizzie looked him in the face, winked at her and smiled. She couldn’t help herself, she winked back. He followed the three girls into the living room.
“Right, girls. Tonight you are going to learn how to pose for flash photography. This is slightly different from studio lighting and, if you are looking at the camera, you must control any blinking. Okay?”
