Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

The outfits were hot, really hot. They were wearing matching white halter-neck tops which were onionskin thin. All three of them could see the other’s nipples quite clearly through the thin translucent fabric. They left the midriff exposed for nearly six inches above the pink and blue plaid skirts that, unless they were worn low on the hips, didn’t even reach the bottoms of their ass cheeks. This was accompanied by thin white panties that would obviously go transparent when wet. The look was completed by white knee highs and black patent shoes.

  “Deviant schoolgirls, that’s what we are.”

  With Susie’s comment ringing in their ears and laughter all over their faces they trooped out the back door and across the small yard to the back entrance to the studio. Still laughing and chattering, they knocked and Phil answered the door to three girls who had just re-established their bond of friendship and were really happy about it.

  He stood to one side as they filed in and saw that Andy was pointing a camera at them to capture the moment. A second later they saw why and the laughter stopped instantly.

  Sitting on the sofa, next to the bed that was surrounded by the lights—obviously the set for tonight—was Bill, wearing only boxers, and he was appraising them quite openly.

  Housemates and Partners

  Chapter 37

  The sight of Bill sitting on the sofa by the side of the studio lit bed brought all three of them up short with a look of horror on their faces. Andy was able to capture several images of the transformation of the laughing giggling threesome into horrified statues.

  “Come on, girls, we need to get moving today.”

  It always seemed to be Phil who punctured these moments and the three girls took a collective breath, moving forward into the lit area to hear their fate for the evening. They could see that the video cameras were set up around the bed just as before, so it was blindingly obvious where the photo session tonight would take place. Thankfully, the handcuffs so evident the time before, were not in sight this time.

  “Carrie, you first please, give your bag to one of the others. That’s a good girl, now move and sit on the side of the bed in the middle. Good.”

  Carrie didn’t know where to look as Bill got up from the couch and slowly walked over to sit by her side. He patted her knee in what he probably thought was a reassuring gesture but, instead, it seemed like a predatory move to her and she cringed inwardly. It was a measure of how good she was in front of the camera, with no outward sign other than a thinning of her lips displaying her inner turmoil.

  “Okay. Now, Carrie, Bill is working to the script Andy and I agreed with him so just go with the flow, will you?”

  Carrie took a deep breath and nodded.

  Bill put his arm around Carrie’s bare shoulders and brought his other hand up to touch her cheek and gently turned her head to face him.

  As he looked into her eyes he dropped his hand down to her knee.

  “Hold it there. Good. Now, smile at each other a little. Good. Carrie, open your mouth and gently wet your lips with your tongue. Good. Now carry on.”

  Bill leaned in toward her and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled away an inch as the camera shutters clicked, Phil facing them, Andy from a position behind the head of the bed. Bill returned to kiss her again, a little harder this time, and she saw from the look in his eyes that he expected her to respond. She opened her lips and allowed the kiss to deepen. She was pleased to find that he was a pretty good kisser, exactly as Susie had said he was. Her hand that had been trapped between them now came up of its own volition and began to stroke his bare leg.

  “Excellent, Carrie. Now, let’s see some more passion in the kiss, please. Good. Carry on, Bill.”

  Carrie did as requested and began to move more under the impetus of the kiss. As she did so she felt his hand on her knee begin to move and stroke her leg, gradually working its way upwards. As he stroked her bare thigh she caught herself thinking, this is not so bad, after all. He began to slowly change their point of balance as if gracefully falling onto the bed together. Soon she found herself lying facing him as the kiss continued. His hand had changed to the other leg and was now fondling her upper thigh, just below the hem of the imitation school skirt.

  “Very good. Now, on the count, Carrie, Bill is going to roll you on top of him. Okay, Bill—one, two, three.”

  Bill manfully tried to follow Phil’s instructions but their position on the bed didn’t really allow for the maneuver. Carrie suddenly found herself falling and landed sharply on the floor at the foot of the bed. She couldn’t help herself and collapsed in a heap, giggling, whilst rubbing her painfully smarting backside. Everyone else in the room chuckled with her and then Phil took control again.

  “As that didn’t work at all—Bill, lie lengthwise in the middle of the bed, please. Carrie, climb up onto the bed and straddle him and bend your head down to kiss him.”

  Phil had moved down toward the foot of the bed and Andy had moved slightly to the side to get a good profile shot. Phil was probably getting a good shot of her bottom as this position had necessarily hiked the skirt up.

  As she kissed Bill, his hands came up to circle her waist and then moved lower until they were cupping her cheeks through the material of the skirt. As he began to knead her buttocks she realized that her nipples were poking lumps into the thin fabric of the top and would be clearly visible from Andy’s angle.

  One of Bill’s hands now left her ass and moved between them to grasp and cup the breast instead. Carrie had always been conscious of the small size of her breasts, especially when she compared herself with her two friends. Nevertheless, when handled in this way, they provided the necessary stimulation to the rest of her body.

  As he kneaded her breast, she realized that, just as on the previous occasions, her body was well ahead of her mind in terms of stimulation, and her pussy was now on the damp side of moist. Her breathing was becoming faster as she felt Andy climbing onto the foot of the bed and suddenly realized he was taking pictures straight up between her legs. Bill’s hands now left their targets, moved down to grasp the hem of the skirt and lifted it up to her waist. This exposed her ass, barely covered by the translucent panties, to the camera lenses of the other two men. She realized instantly that the wetness leaking from her pussy slit would have soaked into the thin material and made it transparent. Given the way her ass was pointed up in the air, this would be fully visible to the cameramen, too.

  She gasped as she felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of the flimsy garment, and he sucked hard on her lips to tell her not to break the kiss as he slowly and steadily pulled them down over the gentle swell of her hips.

  Soon she was crouched over him, legs spread wide, with her bare ass and pussy clearly on view to everyone else and her panties stretched between her legs. He eased the skirt partly back over her ass which, Carrie realized, made the sight rather more erotic, and moved his hands back up behind her neck. A quick twist and the hook at the top of the halter neck came undone and he broke the kiss.

  “Lift yourself up on your arms, please, Carrie.”

  Carrie levered the top half of her body upward and watched as the thin white top fell away to expose her breasts to the watching cameras. Bill raised his hands to the naked nipples in front of him and began to toy with them with his finger tips and thumbs. Carrie was by now very aroused and, glancing down between her legs, she could see clear evidence that Bill was, too. The impressive bulge in his shorts was only inches away from her own wet slit and she waited for the instructions to turn this into full-on sex, so was very surprised when Phil actually said, “Right, that’s a wrap. You can get off the bed now, Carrie.”

  Carrie didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. However, she knew that her body was definitely veering to the disappointed side.

  Chapter 38

  Bill took the chance to swig from a bottle of water and, as he sat there on the side of the bed, he made no pretense of hiding the bulge in his shorts that betrayed his level of ar
ousal. The remaining two girls waited apprehensively to find out who was next as, the way the tension was building in the studio, it was pretty obvious that the last one on the bed would be going all the way!

  “Lizzie, will you step into the lights, please.”

  Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief and then cast a stricken glace at her friend. Susie just shrugged and winked at her and Lizzie stepped forward.

  “No, Lizzie, slightly different for you. I want some acting skills as well. Just follow Bill’s lead here and don’t hesitate, and do whatever he tells you to do. Understand?”

  Lizzie nodded and then Bill, still sitting on the bed, gestured for her to stand in front of him.

  “Please entwine your hands together behind your back, Lizzie, and look like an innocent girl who has been caught doing something wrong. Okay?”

  Lizzie did as she was told as Bill gently took hold of her hips and positioned her exactly in front of him with her knees almost touching his. He remained sitting and looked up at her with a very stern look on his face. Lizzie tried to remember what a scolding by her father had been like and tried hard to look as contrite as possible for the cameras. Again, Phil was positioned where he could take pictures from behind her whilst Andy was getting a partial face view from an angle in front. They were being careful to stay out of each other’s line of shot, although the video cameras would, of course, capture everything.

  “Well! What have you got to say for yourself, young lady?”

  Lizzie couldn’t think of an immediate reply as she didn’t yet have enough clues so decided to stammer instead.

  “I…”

  “I’m waiting. What on earth made you think you could get away with it?”

  “Er…”

  “Don’t play the innocent with me, my driver saw you in town. You were supposed to be in class at the time, weren’t you?”

  Finally, seeing where the introduction of this was going, Lizzie began to fall into the role required and hung her head as if in shame. Behind her back her fingers wound and unwound together. She licked her lips and concentrated on getting the demeanor right.

  “If you have no explanation then we’ll have to deal with this matter, won’t we?”

  It was obvious to Lizzie that this was not going to be any kind of simple make out session as it had been with Carrie, but she wasn’t sure just where it was going.

  “Please… I’m sorry.”

  “It’s no good pleading with me. It costs your mother and me a lot of good money to send you to that school. What would your father say if we told him you were cutting classes?”

  “Please don’t tell him! Please, not that. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

  Phil had to admit to himself that Lizzie was quite convincing in the part she had not been briefed for. Little did she know what was coming, though.

  “You will have to be punished this time.”

  “No please… Not that!”

  Lizzie had no idea what punishment was in the minds of the devious three men in the room but was already certain that she didn’t want it. She was no longer acting, she was truly afraid.

  Bill reached out with one hand and roughly dragged her round so that she now stood to one side of him, facing his side with her leg touching the side of the bed. A horrible suspicion began to form in her mind but she pushed it aside on the basis that these guys weren’t that depraved, were they? Bill’s next words confirmed that they were.

  “Bend over. Now!”

  With no other options available to her Lizzie decided to try and stay in character. She shook her head no and bit her lip as if on the verge of tears.

  “Now!”

  She slowly began to move and bent over Bill’s lap in a position she had rarely seen on celluloid and had never in her life taken before now. On one side of him her feet remained flat on the ground. Her midriff was bent over Bill’s lap and, on the other side, her hands were also flat on the floor.

  Crack!

  Bill’s hand blurred with speed and slammed painfully down onto her raised ass cheek.

  “Ow!”

  Lizzie’s eyes popped wide open as she felt the pain in a way that had never happened to her before, even as a child. Crack!

  Bill’s hand came down hard on the other cheek of her bottom and tears stood out on her face. Then the barrage paused.

  “This is not good enough. I don’t believe you can even feel those, young lady. Stand up again.”

  Blinking back the tears, Lizzie carefully levered herself back into a standing position.

  “Lose the panties. Now!”

  If the earlier spanking had been hard, the fact he was now obviously intending to spank her naked backside would increase the intensity a long way.

  She violently shook her head from side to side. Not only was she still in character but the real Lizzie meant it, too.

  “Now!”

  Lizzie carefully hitched up her skirt at the sides and hooked her fingers into the waist band of the panties. Even though he had only landed two slaps on her bottom she could feel the heat there as she slowly dragged the panties down over her full hips before finally allowing the skirt to drop into place and her panties to hit the floor. She stepped clear of the thin item and stood waiting for the inevitable instruction.

  “Down!”

  Bill was enjoying the part he was playing and the evidence was a very hard protuberance in his shorts as she lowered herself into position again. She expected him to raise her skirt to her waist exposing her naked ass to the cameras, but he surprised her again.

  “Bring your hands back and lift your skirt to the waist. Do it!”

  Taking a big breath, she lifted her hands to her waist to move the skirt, her final covering. She found the position she was in to be very precarious and quickly exposed her cheeks to Bill and the cameras before taking the strain of her upper body on her hands on the floor again.

  There was a loud popping sound that reverberated around the studio, followed by a shrill scream from Lizzie’s mouth, as Bill’s hand cracked down on her bare backside and then again. He kept up the rhythm landing a hard smack on alternating cheeks for a couple of minutes. Lizzie was hanging her head in shame at allowing herself to be treated in this way but not knowing how to prevent it. Tears coursed down her face as the heat in her backside grew.

  Phil had a fabulous view as her cheeks went from their normal pale color to a deeper pink and eventually a bright red.

  Bill changed tactics at this point. The hand that had been strategically placed in the small of her back to hold her in place now moved slowly down toward her ass Each time a new smack landed on a bare buttock the hand now lingered. This hand now moved slowly down over the reddened ass cheek to momentarily touch the upper thigh before lifting clear. The caress on her burning flesh brought no relief to Lizzie but increased the tingling sensation there and, with a start, she realized that the pain was actually causing some level of arousal. The shame transformed and she was now mortified as well as mystified as to her own body’s reactions. Bill’s other hand reached her neck and with a simple twist undid the catch that held the top part of the halter neck together. He pushed the two sides clear of her shoulders and it fell vertically down in front of her, exposing once more the luscious set of breasts to the studio’s inhabitants.

  “Stand up and turn round. My hand is getting tired.”

  Lizzie couldn’t believe what she was now being told to do. Painfully she lifted her abused body off his lap and stood upright, panting. Her tear-streaked makeup would leave anybody viewing the videos thinking that this was very much for real. She moved round to the other side, knowing her breasts now hung in clear sight, and repositioned herself facing the other direction. Bill looked sternly at her and indicated she should lower herself into position across his lap once more. As she did so she forced herself to flip the skirt up so that it was already out of the way before she lay across his lap. The minimal layer of protection that protected her from contact with his legs and lap
was now removed and, as she settled back into the inverted Vee, she could feel his penis throbbing, hot against her stomach.

  Pop. His hand landed again and she started. The pain was as bad as before, but this time his hand was lingering longer and stroking not just the buttock but also the crack of her ass. Her pussy now twitched as if to tell her that it wanted some of the attention her ass was getting. Imperceptibly she allowed her legs to spread apart and Andy was greeted to the arousing site of her shaved pussy coming into full view, with the lips around her slit already unfurled. Again his hand cracked down, on the other cheek this time, and again it lingered. With more access his hand now dipped pass the puckered asshole and closer to the treasure below.

  Despite the pain and the shame of what was happening to her, Lizzie realized her level of arousal was approaching a peak.

  If he touches me, I think I’ll come! She thought as, after each stinging blow, his hand was stroking closer and closer to her pussy. She looked back through her outstretched arms and realized that her lewdly swinging breasts were capped by huge rosebuds as her nipples betrayed her excitement. She could feel her juices running down her legs and realized, belatedly, that she was no longer crying when his hand landed. Sure, her body jumped when it happened but the pain seemed almost suspended.

  Suddenly, his exploring hand slid further and cupped her heated wet love box. Instantly she spasmed into an orgasm which surprised everybody. As she came down from the high, she heard Phil call it a wrap. Bill hugged her midriff to him and whispered an apology that only she could hear.

  Slowly she stood up and moved away from the circle of light over to where her two friends were waiting with concerned looks on their faces and a jar of cream Phil had just handed them.

  “Right, Susie, you’re up next.”

  Chapter 39

  Very, very aware of how vulnerable she felt, Susie moved into the circle of light surrounding the bed and the video cameras. She had seen the state of poor Lizzie’s backside and was really worried that she would be experiencing something similar herself. Lizzie’s sudden orgasm had caught her unaware. From their angle at the foot of the bed she had not been able to see the way Bill had been teasing and stimulating Lizzie and, as a result, had been shocked at the vehemence of Lizzie’s response. In the half-darkness behind her, she could faintly hear the half sobs from her friend, together with the soothing noises Carrie was making.