by Bridy McAvoy
Opening the wardrobe door only took a second, and there weren’t that many dresses in there to hide the green one Owen had suggested from view. The hanger almost fell into my hand as I brought the dress out and closed the wardrobe once more.
“Hold it up in front of you.”
All I could do now was follow the instructions I was given. Stan stayed quiet. Obviously Owen had primed his friend to let him take the lead and not risk giving conflicting commands to their willing model.
Willing? I wonder how Stan would react if he knew the truth?
My eyes strayed down the tall stranger’s body until I accidentally focussed on the crotch of his jeans. His erection was very clearly visible. He was enjoying himself. I did a double take. Not only was the bulge in the front of his jeans visible but it was huge. I gasped. Owen chuckled.
“We don’t just call him Stan the Man for fun. There’s a reason and I think you might have just discovered it.”
Clearly Owen had noticed the direction of my stare and I blushed furiously as I raised my eyes to look into two grinning faces. I suspect holding the cameras to their faces for so long gets wearing on their arms and they were taking a mini break.
“Right, Leah. Lay the dress on the head of the bed and dig yourself out some white stockings and a nice lacy, white garter belt.”
The drawers where I kept my underwear and stockings were right behind them. All I could do once I’d laid the dress down was walk towards them, motioning with my hand that I needed to get past. They moved a half pace apart, leaving only a very small gap. I’d have to turn sideways to get between them. The predatory grin on Owen’s face had returned. He knew exactly what he was doing. I had a choice: turn to face Owen, who I knew would molest my pussy and tits, or turn toward Stan, leaving my ass available to Owen, and possibly everything else to Stan.
It was mental toss a coin time and I knew it. Facing Stan seemed like the best choice. He hadn’t touched me yet and he’d been in range on the stairs.
Facing Stan, I pushed between them, my ass grazing against Owen’s side and my breasts against Stan’s. Wonder of wonders, neither of them took the opportunity to grab a quick feel. Clearly Owen was taking it deliberately slow, probably giving me a chance to adjust to my predicament. I knew full well the pace would heat up later on.
Extracting the laciest white garter belt I possessed didn’t take long nor did finding a pair of lace top white stockings to go with it. My hand hovered over the white panties section, where the matching pair to the garter belt beckoned and I waited for Owen to say something. The clicking of the shutters had resumed but Owen said nothing. When I heard no objection I pulled the panties out too and shut the drawer before edging back between the two of them to the foot of the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Owen’s next command.
“I’m afraid Leah’s been a naughty girl, Stan. I didn’t say anything about panties, did I?”
“Don’t think so. No, you didn’t.”
“I think Leah needs punishing then.”
My breath caught in my throat and I could see in the bedroom mirror my eyes had suddenly gone very, very wide.
“What sort of punishment did you have in mind, Owen? Spanking, maybe?”
I could hear the hopeful note in Stan’s voice. He obviously wanted that. To my relief, Owen shook his head.
“I have a better idea. Sit down on the foot of the bed, Leah!”
Owen put his camera down on the dressing table and approached me with a smirk on his face. I watched as Stan sidled slightly to the side in order to capture whatever Owen was about to do to me.
“Open your legs, Leah. Let’s have a look at that pussy of yours. Wide as you can, that’s my girl. Stan, you might want to crouch down to see this.”
I watched as he did so, pointing his camera straight between my legs, which was exactly where Owen was concentrating his attention too.
“She looks aroused, doesn’t she, Stan? This little lady is fast losing her lady tag and showing us what a slut she is. Aren’t you, Leah? A slut that is. Pass me those panties.”
Wordlessly I passed him the offending garment which now appeared to have gotten me into trouble. Big trouble, given the look of excitement on Owen’s face. With my legs far out to the sides I was very open and vulnerable to whatever he was going to do, but I couldn’t work out what he intended. Clarification came a couple of seconds later.
“Sit still, Leah, and don’t move a muscle.”
I sucked on my bottom lip and watched as both his hands snaked out towards my exposed slit. The free hand got there first and he immediately spread my labia apart, obviously showing both of them the glistening pink folds of flesh within.
“As I thought, wet. Perfect, my little slut.”
I blushed but obviously couldn’t deny the signs of my arousal. His other hand had wrapped my panties around his fingers and suddenly I felt him start to push the lacy fabric into me.
Oh God!
His fingers kept working at my slit, and there was no way to stop him. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The soft lace didn’t feel anything like anything I’d ever had inserted into my pussy, or had inserted myself. It seemed to cling to the moist flesh, and he had to work hard to push it all the way inside. I couldn’t prevent my gaze dropping to watch in fascination as inch by inch the lace disappeared inside me.
“Fuck! That’s hot!”
“You getting it all?”
“Yep. You were right—she is one hot slut!”
Owen didn’t object to Stan’s crude comments this time. Obviously we’d crossed the Rubicon on language when Owen had himself used the s word. Owen’s actions were getting me hotter and hotter, it was difficult not to squirm or push my hips forward to engulf the intrusion even more. I needed to try to keep some of my dignity. Finally Owen stopped and his hands retreated. I could see there was about an inch of white lace protruding from my pussy and Owen was standing back admiring his handiwork.
“That looks so fucking sweet.”
“Too right. I see why you said she was worth two hundred each.”
“You will—this is only the start, isn’t it, Leah? This is nothing compared to what this bitch is going to do for us.”
I shuddered in a mixture of anticipation and revulsion. Somehow, Owen had managed to press my buttons again with his usual mixture of humiliation and stimulation.
Bastard!
“Time to start getting ready, Leah! I suggest you very slowly remove the garters and then the stockings. Don’t close your legs. Caress them down your legs, don’t pull them. You know the routine.”
I suppose Owen was trying to reinforce Stan’s opinion of me being a professional model, and as a result there was little I could do other than to follow through with his instructions. I dropped my hands to my left thigh and undid the front garter, then deliberately, teasingly, slowly slid my hands around my thigh to the back one, before crossing over to the other leg and repeating the process. Then it was back to the left leg once more to slowly tease, and as Owen had said, caress the silky gossamer nylon down my thigh, past my knee. Switching again, I reached to the other leg and repeated the process. Now it was time to lean forward and undo the strap on my shoe, and then straighten up and repeat the process.
All the time I was conscious of both men clicking away with their cameras, Owen from a standing position and Stan from his position crouched almost directly in front of me. I was a good girl too; I kept the smile on my face as, behind the facade, I wondered what in hell he was going to do with the increasingly sodden lace that was occupying my vagina. Every movement made the fabric rub against one part or other of my channel and cause even more secretions to be released. Normally I’d use the toes of one foot to ease the other shoe off my foot and then repeat. Given I’d been told to keep my legs apart that was out of the question. I leaned all the way forward and felt my breasts flatten onto the tops of my legs as I bent down and used my fingers to remove the shoe instead. While I wa
s there I eased the stocking off and slowly replaced the shoe. Straightening up I was breathing heavily, and I didn’t think it was the exertion of bending. A minute later the second stocking was off and the shoe replaced. I smiled at Owen who once again put his camera down and came close to me.
“Well done, Leah! That was incredibly erotic. Now put your hands behind you and lean back. Now lean back slightly. Good girl. Now close your eyes. Perfect. Now sit very still.”
I didn’t know what he was going to do but I was hoping the panties were coming out.
“Keep shooting, Stan. You’ll love this.”
I felt the bed depress between my legs and realised his hand was right next to my pussy. Suddenly his hand darted out and his finger and thumb grasped the tiny piece of fabric he’d left hanging out. He pulled hard and fast and suddenly the whole sodden ball was pulled clear in one brutally quick moment. My mouth dropped open and I grunted with shock. Owen had been waiting for such a reaction and his hand reached my mouth less than a second later. His left hand gripped my cheeks, preventing me closing my mouth while the right shoved the balled up panties behind my teeth.
It was indescribable; I wanted to choke at the feeling. He giggled, almost girlishly, and then moved his hands again and gently pushed my mouth closed. I couldn’t help gagging and my eyes flew open. The act of closing my mouth compressed the slimy fabric and unintentionally squeezed some of my juices out into my mouth where, mingled with saliva, they flowed into and then down my throat.
He’d forced me to taste myself before, but there hadn’t been very much of me to taste, and it had sort of happened by accident with Leo before. This time there were copious amounts of it, a veritable flood of my own juices, coursing across my taste buds and down my throat. Every facial movement triggered another release as my mouth acted as a press on the thoroughly soaked panties. I gagged a couple of times but managed to get myself under control. There was no way I would get any sympathy from either of the men.
“Wow! You were right, Owen. She’s a natural slut.”
Clearly Stan thought this was something I’d done before, and absolutely loved the show. He’d stood up to focus on my face rather than my pussy now and I stole another glance at his crutch. The outline of his cock was clear against the bulging jeans. This guy was definitely hung, considerably bigger than any I’d seen before, including my husband who was no slouch in the trouser department.
“Open your mouth, sweetie. Show me your panties.”
Owen giggled again at his own joke, but sobered up when I did exactly as I was told. Both came in close to take a picture of the balled up garment in my mouth.
“Right, remove them slowly, just insert a couple of fingers and pull them out very gently and slowly.”
I couldn’t wait to expel the noxious item from my mouth but there was no way he was going to let me spoil their fun. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was still only a quarter to ten. Stan had been in the house only just over a half an hour and he’d already seen me perform one seriously degrading act. Finally, they came free and I gulped free air into my lungs, hating the fact my panting was making my breasts move in a most alluring fashion.
I half expected them to want to shoot me as I dressed for the real session downstairs, so I was pleasantly surprised when Owen told me I had ten minutes to get my ass downstairs dressed as per instructions, and then led an un-protesting Stan from the room. I heard them descend the stairs and my shoulders slumped in relief.
Part II
Pulling the white stockings into place and adjusting the garter belt took only a couple of minutes. Putting the green dress on took only another couple. Finding my white heels and putting the black ones away left me with five minutes to myself which I used most of in order to sort out the whirl of thoughts in my mind. I knew the camera in the bedroom would have captured what happened with my knickers in full and glorious detail for Leo.
Shit! I’ll have to repeat that process for him. I promised him in order to live with everything myself!
I shuddered at the thought of repeating the process and decided I’d simply have to get used to it. I never ever broke a promise to my husband and I had no intention of starting doing so now. After three years of marriage, that rule was inviolate, even in the process of violating most of the rest of the marriage vows.
Time to go.
I walked to the top of the stairs and descended to the half landing. I knew I looked stunning in this dress, it was mine and Leo’s favourite. Not quite as figure hugging as most of my little black numbers and not as revealing around the bust line as the white one I’d worn on Monday, but it was a couple of inches shorter. When I wore stockings with wide lace bands at the top, like I was now, you could see the bottom edge of the lace when I stood straight. In a light breeze the dress had been known to lift to show the stocking tops. I never wore it outside on a windy day!
As expected, Owen and Stan were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, cameras poised as I turned the corner and faced them. I stopped for a few seconds to let them take a few shots and then, when Owen didn’t say anything, walked down the last few treads towards them. I deliberately put one foot directly in front of the other on the way down, knowing this would accentuate the sway of the skirt, the jut of my hips and cause my breasts to jiggle inside the loose halter.
“Absolutely perfect. Very nice, Leah. You really can be classy lady when you want to be, can’t you?”
Knowing it was what he wanted, I beamed at him in response to the compliment.
“Classy little slut, more like.”
I looked at him in mock reproach this time, but knew deep down, from his point of view that was also very true, and truth is no insult. On reflection I realised it was true from my point of view too. When I wanted to be, I was a classy slut.
“Head over to the couch and sit in the middle please, Leah! Make the walk sexy and when you sit cross your legs to show some stocking top.”
I could see they set up a couple of camera tripods ready for when the two lechers decided to get hands on but for the moment they were empty. Not so the third and forth ones which had video camera mounted. I could see the little red lights on the front giving away the fact they were already operating. One was positioned pointing at the middle of the couch from in front, but quite low down. The other at one end. It didn’t take an Einstein to realise they wanted me sitting directly opposite one of them and that when the time came for me to lay, or rather be laid , on the couch which end my feet would go. In both cases, one after the other, it wouldn’t be long before those video cameras would be getting beaver shots.
I walked across to the couch, crossing my feet slightly in front of each other to put as much wiggle into my bottom as possible. I knew the near backless nature of the dress would excite them. Drawing level with the camera pointing at the middle of the couch, I turned and sat back, smiling straight into the lens, just like the professional model, I was supposed to be, would do. Without hesitating, I lifted my right leg and crossed it over my left knee, not even bothering to try to be demure. I knew what was wanted so why bother delaying? After the earlier experience upstairs I was still somewhat hot and I suppose this was making me a bit reckless with it.
Why not be sexy and slutty? Both of them are going to fuck me this morning and I needed to be ready.
Stan and Owen followed me across the room having taken their fill of rear shots as I’d strutted across the room. Owen, of course, remained in charge.
“Look at me, Leah. Good. Now look at Stan. Excellent, put your hands around your right knee and gently raise it a little, we still can’t see the stocking tops.”
Oops!…Concentrate!
I quickly did as I was told, then briefly moved one hand to my right thigh and hiked the dress up a couple of inches before returning it to its place.
“Very good thinking, Leah! Lift your knee up a little higher and lean backwards.”
Obviously the combination of movements dragged the dress even higher and increa
sed the gap between my legs. Stan crouched down and began to shoot the up-skirt shots and I knew he wasn’t far off being able to make out my pussy lips under the skirt of the dress.
“You really do look stunning, Leah. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. Doesn’t she, Stan?”
I batted my eyelids at him and he chuckled as Stan nodded without answering, still intent on the shot he wanted. I watched as Owen placed his camera on the tripod and fiddled with it for a few seconds before stepping away from it. I heard the regular one second interval click…click which told me it was on automatic now. Stan noticed what his partner had done and stood up. He licked his lips and refocused his own camera on me as Owen walked around behind the couch to stand directly behind me. He stood there for a moment as Stan continued to fiddle with his lens and then dropped his hands to my shoulders. I tensed slightly under the contact and willed myself to relax.
“You feel very tense, my dear. Perhaps a little shoulder rub would help.”
Without waiting for any kind of answer he began to gently knead the flesh behind my collar bones between his fingers and I have to admit it started to feel good almost immediately. Instinctively I relaxed and allowed my head to fall back onto the cushion. From here I could look up towards Owen’s smiling face. Seeing me looking, he winked and slowly increased the range of movement of his hands. His partner continued to click away merrily, capturing the first stage of the seduction whilst the fixed camera and the two video cameras did likewise. I couldn’t relax far enough still hugging my knee so I let go and my leg fell back down onto the other one. The skirt of course stayed hiked up, displaying a sliver of naked thigh above the stocking top on that side. Owen’s talented fingers were moving in bigger and bigger circles as I allowed my arms to fall limply to my sides. He was a talented masseuse and I knew if he caught any woman in the right frame of mind with these kinds of moves, he wouldn’t need to blackmail them.
Owen’s hands were now brushing up against the straps of the dress and on each slow circuit they seemed to be getting dragged further and further apart. I brought my head forward and looked straight into the video camera and gave it a deliberately dreamy smile. Stan whistled in appreciation and I guess Owen cocked his eyebrow or something in silent question.
