Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  Quickly and competently he flicked the back of the camera open and swapped the memory card for one he had in his pocket. He surprised me then by putting the camera on the tripod, which he quickly assembled, and pointing it straight at me from there. I was used to it hiding his face, now I could see the predatory grin on his face, the one Leo had told me about. I shuddered and he spotted the movement, his grin widening even further.

  “Hand me your stockings please, Leah, now stand up. Good girl. Extend you left arm towards me. Good. Now your right arm. Now let them drop to your sides.”

  Within seconds he’d done something odd, he’d tied the feet of the stocking around my wrists, one on each side. I was confused, not quite sure what was going on. Having never even tried fake bondage with Leo, my apprehension level climbed. I could hear the camera shutter clicking at regular intervals. Obviously he had set it to take shots automatically as he proceeded with his plan. He could see my nervousness and he smiled at me, perhaps in an attempt to reassure me, but it merely made me even more nervous.

  “Stand still.”

  He moved round me and then sat on the couch immediately behind me. I could feel the combination of my nervousness and my arousal feeding on each other, driving my senses into overload. There could be no thought of control now, anything he said, I’d do, simply to get some sensory relief. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t merely about to cum, I was desperate to!

  “What a delicious ass, you have, Leah. Absolutely delicious—unblemished, perfect.”

  I could feel his finger tips gently grazing across the curves of my ass cheeks.

  “I can’t wait to spank this!”

  I couldn’t stop the involuntary shudder at his words.

  “Yes, to drape you over my knees, to lift the little plaid kilt up to your waist, draw your white cotton panties down to your knees and spank your bare bottom. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Leah?”

  I gasped, the images flowing through my mind lewd in the extreme. I was panting for breath as he continued to stroke my ass, gathering the fabric of the back of my panties further into the crack of my backside, exposing more and more of the fleshy globes he was admiring and gently fondling.

  “You didn’t answer, Leah? Would you like me to spank you?”

  I managed to gasp out a no, but even to my own ears it sounded half-hearted, and I couldn’t prevent another shudder. Glancing down I could see my nipples had extended even further and harder than before, desperate to be touched, and the camera was catching every nuance of my body’s reaction. I felt his hands move to one side where they pulled the elastic waistband of my panties away from my skin. I braced for that final tug down to expose me to the camera but it never came, instead he fished the garters out from inside my panties to allow them to lie outside, then his hands moved and repeated the process on my right side. I couldn’t work out what he was doing.

  “Smile for the camera please, Leah, this is important.”

  His words seemed odd somehow, not quite the command I’d expected as he grasped the stocking tied around my left wrist and pulled my arm tight against my body. There were two almost inaudible clicks and I glanced down to see what he had done. The sight that met my eyes put me into shock. He’d fastened the garters to the loose portion of the stocking, effectively pinning my arm to my side. Before I could react he’d repeated the process on the other side. He chuckled as I experimentally pulled at both arms, but they were securely fastened.

  “You’re definitely mine now, sweetheart, there’s nothing you can do to escape. Mine to do with as I please.”

  My legs felt weak, I was panting for breath as my mind whirled. After a moment, reason set in. I knew the stockings were thin and not very strong and I was suddenly sure I could pull them clear of the garter snaps with a sudden jerk of my arms. That realisation calmed me down, allowing me to show myself I still had some measure of control. For the first time in several minutes I thought about the video cameras capturing this event and wondered how Leo would respond to me being tied up like this. That thought brought another flurry of lewd and erotic images flashing through my head and I was panting from arousal once more. I desperately needed to cum.

  “Move your feet apart, Leah. Now! Do it! Good girl.”

  The snap of command worked again as I moved my feet about a foot apart.

  “A bit further, come on, I know what you want. I can smell it from here and the scent is heavenly.”

  I realised he could indeed smell the secretions from my pussy, the heady aroma of my own arousal was working its feedback cycle on me as well. I did as I was told, confident that the control I was ceding to him was temporary, even though I was blushing hard at his comments.

  His hand snaked out to brush against the inside of my right thigh and moved gently up toward my waiting slit. Suddenly his hand was there, his index finger extended, lying right along the clear outline of my pussy. The stimulation was electric. I could feel the desperation to cum increasing second by second. I needed more stimulation, but the bastard kept his hand still, and I couldn’t use my own. His other hand moved to my ass and began to caress one cheek, maddeningly gently.

  “Oh . . . God . . .”

  “What’s the matter, Leah? Do you want something?”

  “Yes . . .”

  “What do you want?”

  “I need . . . Oh . . . God. I need to cum!”

  He chucked again. Clearly my reactions were amusing him, although with him behind me I couldn’t see Owen’s face.

  “I bet that’s something you’ve never said before, is it? Tell me, Leah. Have you ever begged to cum before?”

  I shook my head no, ashamed at the way my body was reacting. He lifted his hand slightly, increasing the pressure of his finger against my pussy, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more stimulation. I couldn’t help it, I was desperate. Without conscious thought I began to move my hips slightly backward and forward, creating a sawing sensation against my sensitive lips. Owen simply held his hand still. In desperation I increased the movement until I was almost uncontrollably bucking against his hand, bearing down and rubbing myself against him, trying to engulf both the gusset of my panties and his finger into my aching, needy pussy.

  “Very good, Leah. I bet the camera is enjoying that shot of you fucking yourself on my hand. Are you about to cum yet?”

  “Oh . . . Almost! Just a bit more . . . God!”

  Suddenly he took his hand away, placed his hands on my hips and spun me round to face him.

  “I like to look into a woman’s face as she comes on my fingers. Look at me, Leah, now open your legs again. Good girl.”

  He replaced his hand and I began to gyrate against his fingers once more. He held eye contact with me, almost daring me to look away or close my eyes. Once I did glance away, looking down I saw the familiar bulge in his trousers before I lifted my eyes back to his. This time he made no attempt to prevent me reaching the crest and within a couple of minutes my hips were churning frantically as I bore down to press my pussy against his fingers, while maintaining a back and forth sawing motion. It must have looked obscene from the back, where the camera continued to click away like a metronome.

  “Oh . . . God . . . Yes . . . Yes! . . . I’m cumming!”

  Finally, the longed-for orgasm coursed through my body. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably as the electric shocks travelled from my pussy up to my brain and back again, wave after wave after wave.

  Owen didn’t give me any recovery time, not like he had a week earlier. He removed his hand, put both hands on my hips and savagely jerked the panties down to my knees. He gently pushed my legs together, slid the panties down onto my feet then I allowed him to lift each foot in turn to remove them. Sitting back up, he grabbed me by the hips again and swung me back round to face the camera, this time fully exposed to its lens, my hands still secured so I was unable to cover myself.

  “Open your legs again, Leah. I want to feel that cunt of yours for real. I want to see how you
cum when you’re finger-fucked.”

  I was still coming down from the massive high of the orgasm so meekly did as I was told. A second later I felt his finger tip brushing against the unfolded, and very wet, lips of my pussy. Without being asked to, I shuffled my feet further apart, unable to prevent offering myself to him this way.

  “Good girl. I think Leah likes having her cunt finger-fucked? Doesn’t she?”

  I nodded as the finger slowly pushed into my unresisting channel. The sheer callousness of his crude language didn’t affect me anything like the way it normally would. He drove the finger home until the rest of his hand was nestling against the outer lips of my labia and then withdrew it almost all the way before repeating the process. It felt good and I could immediately feel the pleasure building in my body once more. He was playing me like a musician would and I couldn’t help but love what he was doing.

  A few strokes later I felt the intrusion into my slick channel thicken as he added another finger. This time at the top of the stroke he began to wiggle the fingers slightly, increasing the sensations that were flooding through me once more. Another few seconds and there were three fingers inside my pussy, and I was gasping and panting, leaning forward and spreading my legs further still to force the intruding digits to provide more stimulation.

  “The view from here is incredible, sweetheart. The way your ass is churning in front of my face is fantastic—the feel of you juicing up my fingers is stunning. I can’t wait to fuck you properly.”

  At that moment if he’d thrown me down on the couch and fucked me I wouldn’t have cared, in fact my hips would have thrust up to meet him as he did so. I was that far gone in the quest for my second orgasm within a few minutes. I could hear myself moaning continuously, I desperately wanted to feel some stimulation on my breasts to help push me over the edge.

  “What would you like me to do, Leah? Seeing as I’m not going to fuck you just yet? Is there something you want me to do to help you achieve that orgasm?”

  “My breasts . . . Please, touch my breasts!”

  He laughed.

  “They’re not breasts, are they, Leah? What are they?”

  “Oh . . . God! My tits! Please play with my tits!”

  “That’s better, there’s a good girl, and what is my hand doing to you?”

  “You . . . You’re playing with my pussy!”

  “No, that’s wrong, young lady. Tell me what I’m really doing.”

  “You . . . Jeez! . . . You’re finger-fucking my cunt!”

  Using that crude language myself, something I never let Leo do, let alone use it myself, had an effect beyond all possible expectation. His free hand snaked round to cup and grasp my breast, sorry, my tit! I exploded into orgasm at the touch! This time there was no way I could stay on my feet and I collapsed down and back to fall into his surprised lap as my legs gave way.

  “Wow, you are eager to get your ass screwed off!”

  With my hands stills secured to my sides I was in no position to defend myself, to prevent him doing what he wanted to my exposed body in front of the camera. Not that I wanted to, mind, but I had no defence as he quickly moved my sprawled body until I was sitting, leaning back against him with my legs either side of his, vulnerable to his ministrations. Owen didn’t waste any time. Both hands moved to my exposed breasts, cupping, and squeezing them until I gasped. He allowed the pressure to ease then moved his hands until his finger and thumb encircled each nipple. I held my breath as he moved the digits closer together and began to pinch and squeeze the sensitive nubs of hardened flesh.

  The feeling like an electric shock ran through me, from the sensitive nerve endings in my nipples down to the pleasure centre in the depth of my pussy, and back again. I began to pant once more. After a minute or so one hand stopped mauling my breasts and dropped to between my splayed legs. It was as if I was in heat, I couldn’t sit still—even my husband couldn’t wring reactions like this from my body. It was sexual heaven.

  This time though, Owen didn’t let me reach the heights again. Instead he rose to his feet, still holding me by one tit and his other hand cupped around my pussy as we swayed to our feet. Again, he spun me round to face him and then gently exerted pressure on my shoulders to get me to drop to my knees in front of him.

  We’d turned as we stood so we were side on to the camera, and I knew what was coming. With my arms still pinned there was nothing I could do to stop it, not that in my fevered state I wanted to. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see only forty minutes had passed since he’d walked through the door. It felt a lot longer than that, but in a nice way. His hands dropped to his zip in front of my face and I watched spellbound as his rigid cock emerged from his jeans to bob enticingly and rigid in front of my face.

  Owen took hold of it in one hand and slapped my cheeks with it a couple of times. I could see the pre-cum oozing from the end. I knew what he wanted, that had been obvious since he’d pushed me to my knees but I waited for the command. I knew that was what he wanted me to do.

  “Open wide and suck it, sweetheart. I need to get some of the same relief you’ve been having.”

  Obediently I did as I was told, opening wide to accommodate the girth of his cock and engulfing it in my mouth. It felt so good as it slid between my teeth and onto my waiting tongue. His pre-cum tasted sweet and it was obvious he’d showered before coming round, for which I was grateful, although it wouldn’t have stopped me, I was that far gone.

  He took it easy at first, simply holding my head in place and sliding gently in and out as my cheeks alternately hollowed and filled. On each out stroke I quickly licked the tiny slit in the end, each time being rewarded with another drop of pre-cum, just the way Leo liked it. I felt a momentary pang of guilt as I thought of my husband and then dismissed it as I remembered he’d be watching this later tonight. Owen was getting the full treatment and the combination of my display earlier and my obvious eagerness was overwhelming him. There was no way he was going to last long.

  Oh well, there’s always later!

  I couldn’t believe I’d just thought that as he suddenly began to speed up his thrusts. I was helpless to counter his movements, as he was holding my head firmly with both hands in my hair, and my own hands were still pinioned at my sides as he sawed desperately in and out of my oral cavity. I felt him bump up against the back of my throat a couple of times but could do nothing to stop the onslaught as he worked himself up to the peak.

  Suddenly he pulled out and left me gasping for air. My eyes widened in shock as I saw his hand come down to point the end of his cock right at my face, then closed them in reflex as he suddenly spurted his first shot of jism straight onto my cheek. The second shot hit the other cheek, the third my forehead and closed eyelid. Slowly the spurts slackened off and I realised he’d just bathed my face in his cum right in front of the camera, porn star style.

  I was both outraged at being treated like that and also immensely turned on. I cracked one eye open to see him nonchalantly tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up before reaching down and turning me face-on to the camera. The slimy stuff began to slide down my face and onto my chin as he moved away and walked behind the camera again, obviously zooming in for the money shot. There was nothing I could do.

  “Smile, please, Leah. That’s a good girl. You look absolutely fabulous like that. Real slutty and sexy with cum dripping off your chin. Smile wider. Perfect.”

  I could feel his goo dripping onto the upper curves of my breasts and knew I looked a real mess, then immediately realised that was exactly the image he wanted. From his point of view that shot, or series of shorts, would be perfect blackmail material, or so he thought. The reassertion of control widened my smile into a big grin, which improved his pictures as well, a real win-win situation but he didn’t know it. Poor Owen.

  After a couple of minutes of close ups he dismounted the camera from the tripod and came over to me. I’d hoped he was going to free my hands but he had no intention of
doing so, I had no chance to clean up. Instead he gently guided me back to my feet and turned me round to face the stairs before picking up the camera again.

  “Upstairs now, sweetheart. I want to take some great photos of you climbing the stairs to your bedroom, naked, with your hands fastened and my spunk running off your chin.”

  I just looked at him, there wasn’t a lot I could do without letting him know I could get free at any time.

  I walked to the foot of the stairs and waited for his command.

  “Lift your left foot onto the first tread. Good. Now face forward and move your right foot to the next step, good. Now look back over your shoulder and down at the camera, perfect. Now smile for me again, a bit wider, excellent, turn slightly so I can just see your nipple picking around your arm. Excellent. Now climb up another three steps and look over your other shoulder. Great. You really do love the camera, Leah. You are perfect. Up another couple, now pause on the landing and turn and face me. Good. Spread your legs apart, now lick your lips. Perfect.”

  He bounded up the steps to join me on the landing, where the stairs doglegged, and ordered me to repeat the process climbing to the top. He didn’t miss the chance to fondle my breasts as he did so, which worried me slightly, for I knew I was out of range of any of the cameras. There was nothing I could do to stop him though so I meekly followed his instructions and walked and flashed the bits of me he wanted. Eventually we reached the door to the bedroom which I’d closed earlier and now couldn’t open. Owen chuckled before reaching around me, accidentally on purpose brushing my nipple as he did so, and opened it. I walked into the room and turned round to face him as he did a quick double take at the lingerie I’d laid out on the bed for him, exactly as he’d instructed me to do.

  “Are you going to undo these?”

  I shrugged, as I couldn’t exactly point given how my hands were secured. He shook his head.

  “No, I don’t think so. I’ll keep my little pet tied up for now. Don’t want her getting ideas, now stand still.”