by Bridy McAvoy
I repeated the process as Owen began to massage my breasts, and at least this time he didn’t pull my nipples as I lowered myself again. The feeling of power I’d felt earlier came flooding back and my breath shortened as I realised I was starting to enjoy this position, and I mean enjoy. He was thrusting upwards as I thrust down, our loins slapping together in unison as he drove into me. On the upward surge, his hands cupped my breasts and drew me upwards. My arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling our faces close together. I held back from kissing him as I wanted him to see the look of tortured ecstasy on my face each time we completed the manoeuvre. I grunted each time I landed down on his lap and moaned each time I reached the highest point of my travels. I was watching Owen watching me, and the feedback was electrifying. I knew I wasn’t far from an orgasm. As my movements became more erratic, my body started to shake and shiver as the force of the emotional tidal wave swept through me. I could feel my ass shaking too and the moans were now unceasing but still I tried to maintain the up and down rhythm.
My mind was a whirl, I was on the edge of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I knew it was going to be a real biggie, I could tell, but something was stopping me just short of the threshold. Something was preventing me reaching what was now my only goal. Owen supplied the impetus by leaning his head down and raining tiny kisses on my throat. The extra stimulation pushed me to where I wanted to be. I screamed—well, I think I screamed, the noise at least was loud and incoherent as wave after wave of orgiastic pleasure flooded through me. I couldn’t keep the up and down movement going, instead allowing myself to sink back down onto his lap, my entire body shaking and shivering as the feelings rolled through me. It seemed never ending but finally it all began to subside and I realised I was clutching Owen to me, his face buried in the upper swell of my breasts, my arms around his neck holding him tight, his arms holding me too. My breasts were mashed against his shirt front and I realised he wasn’t thrusting either, at some point in the process of my orgasm he must have cum too. Tears rolled down my face at the emotional release I felt and it took me a minute to actually let Owen go enough so he could raise his face to look at me.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.”
He smiled, but didn’t poke fun at me, simply held me until eventually the tears subsided.
“There’s no need to cry.”
“I know!”
“You really came that time, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t trust myself to answer, waves of embarrassment at behaving like that with my neighbour finally catching up with me. He took hold of my chin gently and tilted my head back so I was looking at him.
“Thank you, Leah! That was the best lap dance I’ve ever had. I do think it’s probably a good idea for both of us if you got up now.”
I smiled wanly at him and slowly pulled myself off his now flaccid cock, before slowly lifting one leg clear of the chair to eventually stand on my own feet, swaying slightly and still out of breath from the exertion. Owen watched me for a couple of minutes, allowing me to get control of my breathing, a gentle smile playing across his face. Somehow, despite the situation, we’d just shared something, and my problem was I didn’t really want to share it with him again. At that moment I wanted Leo, and only Leo, and I couldn’t have him. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was still not quite two o’clock so no doubt my tormentor was going to get another crack at me, whether I liked it or not!
His next words showed just how right I was.
“Right, Leah! Fifteen minutes clean up time. I want you to dress for work. I know you only work three or four days a month at the moment but you really do look good in those business suits you wear. If I recall you’ve got a grey jacket and mini set with a thin silver threat pinstripe in it?”
I nodded.
“That’ll do fine, teamed with smooth black stockings and heels. Okay?”
I sighed and nodded again. Same old Owen, straight into the next shoot.
“I don’t want you to wear a proper top under the jacket though. Do you have a nice black basque you could team it with? Fasten the stockings to that instead of a garter belt?”
“Yes…I suppose.” “Good. You won’t need a bra or a slip with this one, nor panties of course. Pin your hair up too, look nice and office style professional.”
I hadn’t actually seen the no panties thing coming and looked at him a little suspiciously but he just grinned, back to his normal self.
****
Fifteen minutes later I walked back downstairs, dressed as ordered. I had to admit the look was definitely sexy, but I clearly couldn’t actually go to work dressed like this. That would be a real no-no. I doubt any of the geek guys in the IT department would get any work done with me there dressed like this. Actually, I didn’t think I’d have the nerve to wear it outside of the house. So much of me was on show, especially if I leaned forward. The basque pushed up and provided support, but not quite in the same way as a bra. Indeed, if I undid the jacket, as no doubt Owen would soon insist on me doing, you could see it only just came to above my nipples.
“I’m through here.”
I heard Owen call from the kitchen and took a deep breath before joining him. On the way past I noticed his large camera case was open, and apparently empty, but thought nothing of it. He was standing in the kitchen, near the garage door, ubiquitous camera in hand. I couldn’t see any of the other equipment and a ghost of a suspicion began to from.
“Come on, we’re running a little late.”
He opened the door and gestured for me to precede him into our two car garage. I couldn’t think of an objection that I could use when I saw how bright it was in there from his lights. They were set up on the far side of the garage around my little convertible. I couldn’t object, after all I said as long as he confined his activities to inside the property or on the deck it was okay. I just wasn’t going to do location shots.
Our cameras don’t cover in here! How do I explain this to Leo? How do I show him what happened?
“I’ve always liked these little baby Mercedes open tops. Real classy cars. I’ve fantasised about getting laid by a classy chick in one of them too. To see her get out of the car in a mini with no underwear, watch her masturbate on the bonnet and then bend her over the folded hood to take her from behind.”
The old, evil Owen was back, and what’s more I wouldn’t be able to show Leo what happened in here. The door through to the kitchen clanged shut behind him with terrible finality.
Part VI
I was unable to avoid being late leaving the office today, so rang Leah to let her know I was running a half-an-hour late. She sounded upset when she told me to hurry and that increased my anxiety level even further. I suppose it was my own fault, as I wasn’t watching the speed limit, so the sudden appearance of flashing blue lights in the mirror and the embarrassing pull over on the side of the road didn’t help matters. Walking into the house nearly an hour late with a speeding ticket in my hand didn’t help matters either.
Leah glared at me from the arch into the dining room, hands on hips and clearly upset with me, life and everything by the look on her face. She tried to stay stern and angry but I could see by the way she was chewing hard on her bottom lip that she was conflicted within herself. Finally, the need to be hugged won and she charged across the intervening g space and threw her arms around me, sobbing convulsively. She was wearing, by the feel of her pressing against me, exactly what she’d been wearing this morning: the short, black silk robe, securely fastened, with stockings underneath. The way her breasts moulded themselves against my chest told me there was no bra. I didn’t think it was wise to drop my hands to check her ass for panties, but as always, ever since Owen had been interfering with her life, I was feeling pretty randy.
It took a couple of minutes before the racking sobs finally stopped.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”
She sobbed a couple of times.
“Dinner is completely ruined and it’s your favourite!”
Of all the things running through my mind as my anxiety peaked, the fact that dinner had spoiled hadn’t figured high on the list. In fact it hadn’t even figured on the list. It took an inhuman effort to suppress the snort that bubbled away in my throat.
“Sorry, darling, work was late and this obnoxious traffic guy pulled me over for doing forty-eight in a thirty- five zone. If dinner’s ruined what’s it going to be, pizza or Chinese?”
She looked up from where her face was buried in my increasingly sodden shirt front.
“That’s your bloody answer to everything isn’t it? Send out.”
She tried to frown but couldn’t hold it and she was suddenly smiling and as I held her close. Everything was just about all right in my world once more. Well it would be when I found out what her blackmailer had been up to today.
Leah mouthed the word pizza to me and finally let me go long enough to retrieve the cordless phone. This sort of thing didn’t happen frequently but often enough due to work issues that we had speed dials set up for the local takeaways.
“Usual?”
I nodded.
“Go change and grab a shower. I’ll deal with it and we’ll eat in the den.”
I coughed to hide my shock and just looked at her. She grinned back.
“Why not? I’m decent. It’ll give the lad a thrill. It was a lot worse when I answered the door first thing. Much worse.”
At that moment someone obviously answered the phone at the other end and she turned her attention to ordering dinner. I took my cue and headed upstairs, knowing that if she did as she said she was going to she would at least turn the cameras on beforehand. At least I’d get to see the look on the pizza lad’s face when she opened the door in such a short robe and precious little else.
The doorbell rang as I was towelling myself dry in the bedroom, and I was able to watch a couple of minutes later as the delivery lad, he couldn’t have been more than about sixteen, was thumbing frantically at his phone, obviously texting his mates the juicy details. Not that he’d seen anything of note; the robe covered everything, except her legs. Somehow I suspected stockings didn’t do it for a sixteen year old the way they did it for me…and Owen for that matter.
“Pizza’s here.”
“I know. He was texting when he left.”
Her silvery laughter echoed up the stairs.
“You wait ‘til you see his face on the recording. It was a picture. Come and get it while it’s hot.”
“While what’s hot?”
“Naughty boy. Pizza, you idiot!”
Leah was clearly back to, or almost back to, her usual self, although there was definitely an undercurrent of strain there. Today must have been fairly tough on her, but she wasn’t giving anything away.
****
We ate most of the pizza before Leah reached for the laptop again. She’d eaten four slices to my six, there were two left but neither of us wanted more just yet. I waited with interest as she started setting up the sequences she intended to play back. This was becoming a ritual now, with the two of us on the couch, the laptop close to her and a typed up playlist by her side. Every time Owen had been round, this is where we ended up.
“You okay, Leah?”
She smiled weakly at me.
“Yeah…Mind you, this first sequence may shock you. Are you sure you want to see it?”
“Honey, if he’s hurt you he’s toast. Show me.”
Her smile broadened but didn’t reach its normal devastating size.
“Here goes. Please, don’t get mad.”
I raised an eyebrow but she ignored my implicit question and clicked the play button. Just as before she’d keyed up the start of the sequence perfectly and I watched from behind as she peered through the spy hole, took a deep breath and then opened the front door. The way the slight breeze from the door’s movement caused part of the robe to flutter told me she was doing as she had been told and the robe wasn’t fastened. Over her shoulder I could just see Owen walking up the drive, a big grin on his face as the robe obviously parted enough to show him her naked charms, or at least a broad swathe of them down the centre of her body. The shiver that ran down her body as she exposed herself this way very clearly made things worse still and I felt a pang of jealousy since I couldn’t see the view Owen had. Leah, obviously read my mind as she clicked the pause button and the freeze frame with Owen only a pace from the doorway couldn’t compete with the live action next to me.
I watched, spellbound as she slowly undid the belt on the robe and arranged herself on the couch so I had exactly the same view as she was exposing to Owen on the recording. She licked her lips and smiled at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back at her. She looked stunning, her smooth skin framed by the black silk on both sides and the black stockings below, only bisected by the garter belt around her waist. Her pussy and blonde landing strip were out in the open but you could only see the inside edges to her breasts, the nipples still hidden by the lapels.
“Shall we continue?”
Leah didn’t give me the chance to answer, leaning forward, which accidentally-on-purpose displayed a breast to me, as it swung free from the silk. She hit the play button.
“I see you did as you were told, young lady. Very good. You luck ravishing like that, Leah. Come here. I want to see if you feel as good as you look.”
Owen was laughing as she closed the door behind him and approached him, keeping her hands out of the way. I knew what he would do even before he did it. I saw Leah’s eyes drop to his crutch. I’d already noticed the bulge her wanton display as he approached the house had caused.
“Delectable, Leah. Absolutely delectable view. But I think I want to see more.”
He grasped the two edges of the silk robe, drew his hands outwards and exposed her breasts to his eyes.
“As always, Leah, nice rack!”
Leah was facing the camera and Owen had his back to it, so I couldn’t see his face but I could see hers. He cupped her breasts and I watched as she closed her eyes to avoid having to look at him, his crude comment jerking another shiver from her. It was difficult to see exactly what was happening but his arm movement betrayed his hand, which was descending across her belly toward the other obvious and exposed target. His next words told me he’d arrived there.
“Naughty little slut already wants some, doesn’t she? Well, little slut, you are going to have to wait.”
As he turned away from Leah he now faced the camera he didn’t know was there. The evil smirk on his face told me he was planning something, probably something nasty, and for once he ignored Leah covering herself up behind him, as she pulled the two halves of the robe back together.
I glanced over at Leah, who was watching the film with some degree of nervousness. I could see she was trembling, obviously anticipating what was coming, and it wasn’t a nice anticipation. I could see a lot more than that too, she’d drawn the two halves of the robe wide apart to display her entire body to me. Seeing me looking, she smiled and nodded her head to attract my attention back to the screen where Owen’s next actions had obviously puzzled Leah as much as they puzzled me now.
I watched as Owen pulled out his wallet, extracted two hundred dollar bills and lay then on the occasional table after waving them in front of Leah’s puzzled face. She didn’t have a clue either; his next remark didn’t clear up the mystery either.
“Seed money.”
“Seed money?”
“Yep, Leah, seed money. It’s important for this morning.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I told you, if you won’t go to the camera club with me I’d arrange for someone from the camera club to come here.”
Leah, on the recording, was in as much shock as I was now.
“He’ll be here in about ten minutes. I told him half-past.”
He paused for effect before continuing.
“Now. Stan doesn’t know anything about our
arrangement. He thinks you are a housewife who poses for me occasionally because she needs some spending money. I’ve told him its two hundred dollars a session and he’s agreed to pay that. When he comes in, you’ll take the money he offers you and put it on the table with mine. At the end of the session he’ll leave, I’ll take my money back and you can keep his.”
As he explained himself I was becoming more and more angry.
“I am not a prostitute! You can’t pimp me out like this!”
He simply laughed again but I felt pride for my wife building as I watched her try to get out of the predicament our scheming neighbour was placing her in. Suddenly I didn’t want the titillation of watching it unfold, I wanted to storm next door and beat him up, exposing him to his wife and dragging him down the street on a rope attached to the back of my car. How dare he decide to share my wife with another man? Leah must have sensed my mood because she clicked the pause button and almost threw herself along the couch into my lap before I could even really think about getting to my feet. When she had me pinned to the couch she clicked play once more.
“You are not prostituting yourself. You are hiring yourself out as a glamour model, nothing more. If the session gets a little hot and gets out of hand that’s no-one’s business. I can’t be pimping you out because I’m not making any money out of this.”
Leah tried to speak but he gestured her to silence.
“Save it, honey. You are going to pose exactly as I tell you to, unless I leave you alone with Stan, in which case you will obey him as you would me. If that means you getting double fucked, well we’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as we do. Now can the protests, before I decide to blow your reputation all to hell.”
