by Bridy McAvoy
He kept this up for ages and I think I had another two small orgasms before his strokes became more and more erratic as he grew closer and closer to his own. Although my passion mounted higher and higher and I was desperate to cum when he did, I didn’t quite make it when he plunged in for the final time and blasted his sticky sperm all over the inside of my vagina. I was disappointed when he pulled out almost immediately, my legs collapsing to the bed as he did so. I felt the bed move under me once more as he got off the bed, leaving me feeling empty. Then the mattress moved again as Owen climbed onto the foot of the bed and quickly swarmed up the bed to take Stan’s place. He wasted no time on preliminaries and immediately punched into me with no preamble.
I was obviously wet enough to take it, after something like four orgasms, and with a load of spunk inside of me but I was immediately disappointed. Owen was enough smaller than Stan that I could hardly feel him at all. My ardour cooled and I was beginning to feel a little sore but knew I needed to bring Owen off before too long, for my own sake.
I needn’t have worried, Owen’s lack of staying power solved the problem for me, and I doubt he lasted a dozen thrusts with my legs wrapped around his back before he too spent himself in me. I felt tears build in my eyes behind the blindfold, after such a fabulous start with Stan for both of them to get off without bringing me off was a serious anti-climax.
Owen pulled out just as quickly as Stan had done and as I allowed my aching body to relax back into the bed and tried to get my breathing back under control, let alone my haywire emotions, I could hear the two of them getting dressed.
Finally, I heard someone switching their cameras off and dismounting them from the tripods then folding the tripods up. I counted two sets of snaps as the tripods telescoped down, not four, which surprised me but I knew Owen probably wouldn’t tell me if I asked. I sensed someone standing near the top of the bed and then a pair of lips brushed against mine.
“We must do this again, sometime, Leah. You are outstanding. Absolutely sensational. Bye.”
I heard Stan move away. Clearly he was leaving – leaving me alone with Owen, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I opened my mouth to call him back but knew it was no good as I heard the bedroom door open and the two of them leave the room. I could hear one camera shutter still clicking away, so clearly Owen was coming back. With no other option I tried to relax.
A few minutes later I heard the front door open and then close again, followed by Owen coming back up the stairs. He perched on the side of the bed near my head again and idly extended his hand to rub it across my chest.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“You bastard! Untie me!”
“Not until you ask nicely!”
I sighed in resignation.
“Please, Owen, untie me. This game is over and I want to get myself clean.”
He chuckled.
“That’s better.”
He reached behind my head for the elastic strap of the sleep mask.
Part V
I hadn’t realised until he took the blindfold off that he’d brought my short black silk robe up with him this time. Twenty minutes later, showered, hair brushed properly and wearing nothing but the robe as per Owen’s instructions, I joined him in the kitchen. The nightie and the stockings had gone in the laundry bin. They were wrecked and I hoped the nightie at least would come clean. After a quick glance at the middle of the bed and the large wet patch of mixed male and female juices, the sheets joined them.
Owen was being nice for once, and busy. There was a pot of coffee of, and a cup was waiting next to a plate of salad he’d quickly made as well. His own plate was partially empty.
“Sorry, Leah. I was starving, I couldn’t wait,” he said around a mouthful of lettuce.
I realised I was very hungry too and we ate in not exactly companionable silence for a few minutes. The coffee especially was welcome, if a little on the strong side for my personal preference. Owen finished his cup and looked at me.
“Would you like what I think is bad, but you will think of as good, news?”
I shrugged.
“You get tomorrow and Friday off. Work have called and asked me to switch around for them. They need me to work for the next two days and through the weekend into Monday. They allowed me to swap and have Tuesday through Friday off instead.”
“Oh.”
“So, that makes you a lucky girl. After this afternoon you get to rest up ‘til Tuesday.”
He hasn’t finished for the day then.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?”
I cocked an eyebrow at him then sighed in resignation.
“Thank you, Owen.”
“Isn’t next week the week Leo has to go to head office each month? Third week in each month, right?”
Damn! He remembered Leo had a fixed schedule.
I nodded.
“Yeah, Leo is away from Tuesday morning through ‘til Friday lunchtime.”
He grinned like the cat that got the cream.
“Perfect! Since Mia is spending some time at her mother’s next week, we’ll be able to spend so much more time together.”
“Will we?”
“Oh yes! I can’t wait to take some great night time shots, of you naked on the deck under the floodlights, or pressed up against a darkened window, your naked tits flat against the glass for anyone outside to see. Awesome, fucking awesome.”
I suddenly realised he intended to effectively move in on Tuesday morning and not go home until later in the week!
“You are so not staying the night!”
“You’ll see Leah! You’ll see.”
“Nor are you shooting anymore fake rape scenes, either. Or bondage.”
He laughed.
“Why not, you enjoyed yourself today, didn’t you? How many times did you come, five or was it six?”
“It was four, you can’t count.”
“Still not bad.”
“What was that knife you held to my throat, anyway?”
This time his laughter was much louder.
“Leah! Sweetheart! It was this.”
He reached into his pocket and slid a Swiss army knife across the work surface to me. The main blade was extended, and I looked at it dubiously.
“Test the edge.”
I carefully ran my thumb over it and realised it was completely blunt, in fact so blunt I doubt it could cut butter.
“I wouldn’t have risked marking you, sweetheart, that’s why the cuffs were padded. You were never in any real danger but your reactions for the cameras were absolutely perfect. You are a born actress—a real star.”
“Porn star, you mean!”
“If that’s the way your cookie crumbled. Still you did get paid for it.”
“Yeah, and that’s another thing. I told you not to involve anyone else. I said the deal was off if you did and hang the consequences.”
Owen grinned again as he listened to my tirade.
“But you sure enjoyed my friend Stan The Man, didn’t you?”
I opened my mouth to object and realised the heat was rising to my face as I was forced to accept the truth of his comment. I tried a different tack.
“Not the point.”
“Every bit the point. If you don’t get something out of it, you won’t be very enthusiastic in front of the cameras and if you’re not enthusiastic it shows, then the pictures are no good. Believe me, much as I enjoy using your body, it’s the pictures that matter to me. Look, Leah! I won’t mark you. I won’t hurt you…much. I won’t do anything to endanger your marriage but when your husband isn’t here and I can get away from home or work then you are mine to do with as I wish. I have so much material on you now. Your ass is grass if I so much as open my mouth. Your marriage would be over. Your life would be over. Your family would disown you. I know you only work a few days each month but I don’t think your boss would like you making those kinds of films and enjoying them.”
“You bastard!”
“Sweetheart, get real. I own you. Until I get tired, you will pose when I want and do what I want, wear what I want and take it off when I want.”
My shoulders slumped. He did have that level of control and now was not the time to reveal my counter to his blackmail.
“I hate you for blackmailing me!”
“Leah! I don’t care. You can hate me but you will have to admit to yourself you enjoy what I make you do. I bet you’ve never had so many orgasms in a three day period as you have this week.”
Too right, and you weren’t here for all of them, let alone the best of them! Loser!
“So, are those all your conditions?”
Without thinking, I nodded and when he broke into another huge grin it dawned on me I’d forgotten something.
“Except…”
“Except what?”
“What we do doesn’t leave this house…or yard.”
Owen’s face fell. That was exactly what he’d been thinking about.
“Speaking of what I make you do…”
I noticed he hadn’t responded to my last point, but decided to let it lie there for now. I’d made my points, now I could only hope he lived up to his side of the apparent bargain. I felt some laughter bubbling up from somewhere and realised my emotions were still haywire after this morning.
“What would you like me to do, Oh master?”
I giggled, literally unable to keep a straight face.
“Hand me the robe and I’ll tell you.”
I slid to my feet from the bar stool and unhesitatingly my hands dropped to the belt of the robe. Seconds later he was holding the robe and I was standing there, buck naked. Some devilment must have still been in me from the earlier joke because my hands were clasped behind me and I had unconsciously pulled my shoulders back to push my breasts at him. My feet were about shoulder width apart as well. Almost like a nude caricature of an army Stand Easy.
The joke wasn’t lost on him and he smiled, this time all the way up to his eyes, the couple of lines there crinkling as he did so. I smiled back. There wasn’t any point in doing anything else.
“Right, what shall we do this afternoon? How do you fancy another soaking?”
“Sod off!”
“Okay, I think we’ll try something a little different now.”
I could see he was only pretending to think about it. He’d already decided the plan for the next shoot and he was just stringing me along, taking the chance to ogle my nudity in the process.
Lecher!
“Right, simple outfit this time. Crop top, mini-skirt, thong, hold-ups and heels. Match the heels to the skirt but as high as possible. Meet me in the den downstairs in ten minutes.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him but he didn’t rise to the question, merely gave me another beaming smile, this one the I’ve got a secret kind.
“No bra?”
“Did I say bra?”
I shook my head.
“Well then…”
****
As I reached the top of the stairs down to the den I heard him call out to wait a minute. I rested my hand on the banister and gave myself a quick once over in the hall mirror. For me, this was how a teenager would dress, not an old married woman of twenty-four! Still, this was Owen’s call and I was along for the ride.
“Come on down. Pause for a couple of seconds on each step. I want to take several shots of you on the stairs. I’ll be using flash so don’t look right at me, it’ll affect your vision.”
I was glad of the warning. It wasn’t a little pop up flash he was using, I was looking down rather than at him when it went off, a proper professional standard flash gun given the amount of light that came off it. Even though I wasn’t looking at him I saw black spots in front of my eyes.
“Jesus, Owen! That’s too bright!”
“I did warn you, sweetheart. I must admit it was brighter than I wanted, stand still a minute, and I’ll dial it back a bit.”
By the time he raised the camera again, the black spots had gone. I was a little concerned with what he was planning. These stairs weren’t really covered by the cameras upstairs nor by the two in the den. I held on tight to the rail as I descended, one foot in front of the other, pausing on each step, exactly as I believed he wanted me to. The flash was still bright, but not as bright as that first one. Nevertheless, I still made sure not to look right at him. I was relieved when he backed away from me, maintaining a distance as I approached the basement floor level. At least he wasn’t actually planning anything on the stairs.
“Very nicely done, Leah! The outfit looks fabulous, exactly as I described, from what I can see. Hold ups?”
I nodded.
“Thong? Show me.”
Without demurring, I reached down and pulled the front of the pleated mini skirt up to show him the white thong I was wearing. Knowing he’d probably have preferred a transparent one, I’d picked an opaque one. He fired off another couple of shots without saying anything and then lowered the camera. I breathed a sigh of relief and let the front of the skirt drop back into place before glancing around the room. The large coffee table had been moved to a position directly in front of the large screen plasma and I wasn’t sure why he’d done that.
I’ll find out soon enough.
Two of his parabola lights were set up as well, lighting up the middle of the floor in front of the chair rather than the couch. He didn’t need to tell me that’s where the shoot would take place so I walked over to my mark as he removed the flash gun from the camera.
Owen brushed past me, his hand accidentally-on-purpose brushing against my ass as he passed me, and sat in the easy chair.
“I have something very simple for you to do now, Leah. Very simple. Would you like to know what that is?”
Not really!
“Duh!”
He laughed and fished out the remote control for the stereo system. He pushed play and some slow rock music began to play. It was slow but the beat was thumping. My eyes widened as I guessed his intentions.
Striptease! The bastard!
“I can see you think you’ve worked it out, and you’re probably not far wrong, Leah. I want my pretty little slave to give me a proper lap dance. I want you to strip and perform for me and I want you to do it up close and personal. A proper lap dance. And one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
My mind was still reeling from the thought of doing as he demanded.
“There isn’t a no touching rule in this club. Most assuredly there is also no bouncer coming to your rescue.”
He laughed again and I realised he’d left his camera on the couch. Only the video camera, trained directly on me from right behind him, was filming this as far as he was concerned. He turned the volume up a couple of notches on the stereo and motioned for me to start.
Now, I like to dance, but usually only at parties. I can’t remember the last time Leo took me to a dance club, certainly not since we’d got married, it just wasn’t my scene. I’d never stripped either, the only attempt in the bedroom one night dissolving into fits of laughter with me eventually having to get Leo to pound me on my back to stop me choking. Now, Owen wanted me to do at the very least a competent routine, on his lap to boot, and I knew how this was going to end up!
Owen motioned to me again to start, and I realised he was getting impatient. The beat was a steady, driving one, very regular and I at least knew one or two moves that would work with it. I began to thrust my hips from side to side in time with the beat and noticed, as I started to move, that Owen relaxed and started to smile as he watched me. I tried to think of the occasional filmed stripper performances I’d seen on the screen but they were few and far between. I really was an innocent abroad at this, it really wasn’t easy, even with an audience that consisted of a man who, not fifteen minutes earlier, had been staring at my naked body, and who had already cum either on or inside me twice today.
I raised my hands to my shoulders and thrust my breasts out at him, keeping the hips
moving then raised my hands higher and teased my blond locks. Owen was still smiling, enjoying the preliminaries.
I’d never make a living doing this. That’s for damn sure!
The more I thought about it, the more I realised Owen wasn’t smiling because he was enjoying the preliminaries. He was smiling because he was enjoying my discomfort. What’s more the pervert wasn’t giving me directions as he did during a normal shoot, not that any of today’s shoots had been normal from that point of view. I shuddered at the memories that flooded back and felt my nipples start to tingle in response to some of the better parts of those memories.
Going to have to get a move on, girl! Can’t have the customer complaining!
I spun round to face the other direction, pointing my ass at him. Most of the compliments I got were about my ass—well, from men anyway. Mind you, I’d really turned around to hide the smile at my own silly thought. Personally I thought my hair was my best feature. That and my eyes, still, no accounting for taste. I thrust my ass back at him, still keeping the regular sway from side to side in time with the beat. The music was actually a good choice, one I could easily dance to, and not too complex so I could think at the same time. My feet were moving now as well, a simple repeating four step pattern that had somehow just dropped into place and I realised that with some practice I might actually get into this.
Practice was not something I had any chance of here though. I thought about how a stripper did her work. Would she remove the top, showing her breasts, seeing as I wasn’t wearing a bra, or would she drop the skirt to display her thong first? A really hot girl might even drop the thong first and really get the punters going. I only had one punter and I knew anything I showed was going to get touched, unlike in a proper club. Not that everything wasn’t going to get shown and then touched, but it was more a question of what I had the nerve to expose first.
I turned back round to face Owen once more and took the two steps that placed my legs next to his knees. Only a couple of inches separated us now. Lap dancers got even closer and I knew I would have to, but for now I concentrated on the dancing and the teasing. A flash of inspiration came to me and I slowly lifted one leg and placed the foot on top of his legs, extending the toe toward his crutch. His eyes widened and so did the smile as he nodded his appreciation, both of his hands descending onto my ankle and massaging the skin through my stocking. It was difficult to dance in this position but I could at least keep the hip movement going. I smiled into the camera and went for the second part of my plan. The crop top I wore was an old one, again white to match the thong and the stockings and it was tight across the bust, hanging loose to a position about three inches below the lower swell of my breasts. My hands went to the bottom hem and toyed with it for a moment.
