by Bridy McAvoy
I sucked gently on it, then lowered my mouth so I could feel it sliding against my teeth. Owen was thick but Stan felt just as thick, if not thicker, as it slid slowly into my oral cavity. It was giving off heat, and I could really feel it. Slowly, as my mouth sank down the length, taking more and more of him into my mouth, I gradually released the pressure of the grip of my hands. I felt my lips brush against the fingers of my top hand and released the grip completely and let go with that hand, dropping it to my own breast without conscious thought. The heat between my own legs was building and I knew the camera behind me would be catching the way my pussy lips were beginning to puff up. With my other hand I began to slowly jack the rest of his cock, less than a third of which was in my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on it, producing a grunt from Stan at the sensation.
I knew Stan could be fairly quick off the trigger so backed off the pressure slightly, slowed down my hand movements and literally just nursed at it for a few seconds. Then just as slowly as before, began to raise my head, allowing my saliva to run down the shaft to lubricate my fingers. My free hand moved again, leaving my hard nipple and sliding down across my stomach and reaching between my legs. I felt Stan adjust in his seat, and I could feel him leaning over me slightly and then felt his hands on my sides, before they moved to my hanging breasts. He cupped them, providing support, my nipples pushing against his palms as he held them.
Taking his actions as a signal to move on, I began to move my hand faster now, as my head descended once more. I felt him reach the back of my throat and he jerked and throbbed as he felt it too. I knew he was big but at least half of it was still outside of my mouth. If I attempted to deep throat him – he’d choke me! Some weirdly masochistic part of my mind threw a vision of me doing just that as he savagely fucked my mouth and my legs almost buckled as my pussy suddenly gushed moisture. Reacting to the vision, I pushed my fingers deep into my slit and moaned around the huge dick in my mouth.
Clearly the level of my own arousal was having an effect on Stan. His hands moved from my breasts to the top of my head, holding me down, not pushing, but preventing me from lifting it. He was obviously close to cumming himself.
Not yet! Let me too!
I sucked hard again, my hand moving in a blur as I jacked him, the fingers of my other hand pumping furiously in my pussy as I tried to reach a climax at the same time as Stan. His cock throbbed and jerked and he moaned and grunted and I knew he was almost there. Without any further warning, his end expanded and a huge jet of sperm erupted against the back of my mouth. Before I could really react, another string burst out and then another and then another. I let go of his cock and my pussy and put my hands on his thighs to brace myself. I desperately wanted to push away, to lift clear, but Stan kept a firm pressure on the back of my head and I couldn’t escape. My mouth was full to overflowing with his sperm and a good five inches or so of his rod buried in there.
Finally the jets of searing hot cum stopped and he allowed the pressure on my head to ease and I was able to slowly raise my head, enabling me to breathe once more. I swallowed convulsively as his prick fell clear of my mouth and I felt the huge wad of sticky goo slide down my throat.
No need to protein at lunch then.
My entire body was shaking and shuddering, another few seconds and I’d have achieved the release I craved as well, but I was going to have to be content with the after effects of a near thing rather than a real orgasm.
He’s paying so he’s playing!
He smiled down at me as I slowly sank back to my knees, gasping for air.
“That was definitely worth the fifth note, Leah! You are really very good!”
I snorted but smiled up at him.
“Time to get dressed in some fripperies, I think.”
I shuddered again and slowly rose to my feet.
“Well, you know where the bedroom is. Shouldn’t you fetch your cameras?”
He tucked himself back in and redid his fly. I could still clearly see the outline of his not particularly deflated cock.
He nodded.
“Sure, I’ll see you up there.”
I knew he would watch as I walked across the open space from the kitchen to the foot of the stairs so I put a little extra bump and grind into it, knowing the bounce of my butt would draw his eyes firmly downward. Pausing at the foot of the stairs I looked back over my shoulder to catch him unabashedly staring at me and when his eyes finally rose to my face I winked before deliberately scampering up the stairs, his laughter floating up after me. About ten seconds later I heard the front door open as he went out to his car. This gave me the chance to dash into the en-suite and quickly use my mouthwash and just as quickly brush my teeth. I was sitting at the dressing table applying a little make up, still stark naked, when I heard Stan mounting the stairs.
Part II
I was a little surprised when Stan entered the room empty handed. I’d expected him to arrive camera in hand. Obviously he didn’t intend to use this bedroom for the next set of pictures. A cocked eyebrow retrieved an answer.
“I thought we’d use the couch again. More room to set the camera up.”
“Oh…Okay.”
There wasn’t a lot of things I could say to that so I simply swivelled on the stool to face him, knowing as I did so he could see everything.
“So, what do you want me to wear? Or did you want to go through my underwear drawer and find them for yourself?”
I could see his eyes flash and sparkle and knew I’d hit the mark, this guy clearly did want to go through my scanties to make a selection.
“Which drawer do you keep your white ones in?”
I pointed to the second drawer down in front of me, and rolled the stool about a foot away, giving him access to both the drawer and my body. He smiled in appreciation, his mind quickly processing the possibilities as he moved to stand next to me. Stan opened the drawer with one hand, the other casually snaking out to rest unerringly on my breast. My arousal level had dropped following the blow job downstairs and my nipples were no longer hard, despite the way he’d been looking at my nude body. One brush of his finger tips across the soft point changed all that as it instantly hardened once more. He chuckled as his hand moved casually across to the other nub which responded in a similar fashion. His attention reverted back to my underwear.
It didn’t take him more than a minute to sort through the drawer to find what he wanted.
“Very organised, Leah. You’re the first woman I’ve met who keeps her lingerie colour coded like this.”
“Yeah, right! So, how many women let you rummage through their underwear drawer anyway?”
He pulled out a pair of white lace panties and held them out to me.
“Do you have a bra to match these?”
I nodded.
“Good, is it strapless?”
“Yeah, it’s in there. It’s a multi-position one. It can do strapless, front fastening too.”
“Excellent.”
A quick paw through the drawer retrieved the named item and he handed both to me. His intention was unmistakeable as he stood back to watch as I rose to my feet. I could have pulled the panties up my legs from a sitting position but it was clear he wanted as much of a show as he could get. I held the bra in front of me as I released the straps and dropped them onto the dressing table, before slowly pulling it around and fastening it. I made a big production of adjusting the cups to cradle my breasts before finally bending from the waist to step into the panties and pull them up. Again, I made a big thing about adjusting them, both front and back and finally stood there in front of him.
“Perfect! That style of underwear really suits you, Leah! Stunning!”
I grinned at him and dropped a mock curtsey.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
He snorted before returning to serious again.
“White holdups?”
I nodded and he bobbed his head for me to dig them out and he watched once more, rapt, as I mad
e yet another performance of drawing the gossamer nylons up my legs and straightening them. He remained thoughtful for a while, although his eyes were still feasting on my scantily clad body. I could feel the goose bumps surrounding my nipples as they poked at the thin lace covering and knew the situation was turning me on once more.
“Do you own a denim mini skirt, Leah?”
“What girl about town doesn’t, Stan?”
He chuckled again, it was like two friends discussing what to wear for a night out, not a photographer telling a model what to wear so she could take it off again for the camera and then let him fuck her. Odd even.
“How about a denim waistcoat, or sleeveless shirt to go with it?”
I smiled and nodded again.
“Can you show me?”
Actually the mini was more of a micro mini and I knew before I retrieved it from the wardrobe that Stan would think it was perfect. The waistcoat, a legacy buy from a very brief flirtation with line dancing a year or so ago was short, and without the customary blouse underneath would show skin above the waist of the skirt.
If he says 'perfect', I’ll scream! Mind you, I think it will look sexy.
Once I’d hauled both items out of the wardrobe, he nodded his appreciation and got me to put them both on. To prolong the show, I put the waistcoat on first before stepping into the short, tight, skirt and pulling it up my legs. I eyed his crotch as I wiggled the skirt past my hips and zipped it up. His bulge was noticeably bigger. My impromptu shows were having their effect.
“Right, that’s exactly what I wanted. Now I want you to pause at the top of the stairs until I tell you to come down. Then I want you to pause on the half landing for your next instructions. Okay?”
He grinned at me again, his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, as he obviously anticipated his next steps. I was a little nervous of what he would want me to do on the stairs, after all it was out of range of our cameras but I couldn’t use that as a reason to refuse. He scampered out of the bedroom door and by the sound of it took the stairs two at a time as he descended. I followed him more slowly, before waiting at the top of the stairs as per instructions.
“Please come down the first flight, Leah, and face me from the landing. Thanks.”
I took a deep breath and complied. When I turned the corner to face him—our staircase turns back on itself at the halfway point—I was almost blinded, he’d set up his studio lights pointing straight up the stairs into my face.
“That’s a bit bright, Stan. I can hardly see you.”
“But I can see you, pretty lady.”
After yesterday, if it had been Owen I’d have expected someone else to be there with him, and for a moment I wondered if Stan was playing the same trick, but Stan suddenly turned the lights off and I could see he was on his own as he fiddled with the back of each light, before turning them back on at a lower setting.
“Is that better, Leah?”
“Yeah, thanks. I won’t have to squint now.”
“Good. You do look stunning like that.”
I glanced down, the hem of the skirt didn’t quite reach the tops of my stockings as I stood there in three inch heels – my choice, Stan hadn’t bothered to specify them. The waistcoat didn’t reach the waist band of the skirt by about three inches either, and from my angle, but not from his, with him below me, I could see a reasonable amount of cleavage.
“Move your right foot down onto the next step, but keep the left where it is. That’s really nice, Leah!”
I moved to comply knowing the skirt hem would hike even further up the exposed thigh, showing a huge amount of leg to the camera.
“Undo the bottom button of the waistcoat.”
He wasn’t as smooth as Owen, that was for sure, there were no interjected compliments to help me relax, just calm and businesslike. It made a change but on the whole I think I’d have preferred him to have the same patter as my blackmailing neighbour. I did as I was told, realising he intended me to at least partially strip on the stairs, which, unfortunately for Leo, our cameras didn’t cover.
“Now one of the buttons at the top, now the next one at the bottom and finally the last one. Allow it to swing open and show some bra and cleavage. Good.”
The waistcoat halves were hanging open now, and I expected him to tell me to lose it any moment, but his next instruction surprised me.
“Undo the bra and let it fall off into your hands. Dangle it from one finger and then loop it round the banister.”
I had to do a double take to allow the instruction to sink in. He wasn’t even bothering to tell me to smile, let alone tell me how good I looked as I stripped for him, in an almost businesslike manner. Things were really moving along fast, he seemed to be impatient as I completed the process of tying the bra around the banister, leaving it in shot.
“Good girl. Now lift the skirt up to your waist to show the camera your panties.”
I shuddered, this was happening too fast. It was obvious from having freed my breasts that I’d be losing the panties next and I’d already flashed my breasts at him through the open waistcoat.
“Thumbs in the waistband. You know what to do, but try to let the skirt drop back into position to keep your modesty covered.”
Even his instructions were becoming less detailed, he was either eager to get on with it, or this was just a preliminary, actually thinking about it they were both the same thing. I could make out his presence behind the lights but I couldn’t see much more than a shadow.
I did as I was told, sliding the panties I’d so recently put on down over my hips and onto my thighs, allowing the skirt to drop behind my hands. I expect his lens got a flash of my pussy for a moment, but that was all it would have been, a momentary flash.
“Stop. Hold it there.”
My panties were on my thighs, just below the skirt hem, clearly visible to him. I was bending forward slightly too resulting in the waistcoat swinging away from my breasts and giving him a good shot of my upper body. I had to admit the pose was probably quite erotic and tried to see it through his eyes. I could feel my own moisture beginning to build up again, as the exposure set off the arousal receptors in my loins.
“Carry on, but stop when you get to your knees.”
Obviously to lower my panties that far, meant bending ever further. The waistcoat hung open and to the sides, leaving my chest bare under the lights. He made me hold the pose for several seconds as he moved around changing the angles, although being on the stairs kept this limited. Finally he crouched right down on the bottom step angling his camera up at a steep angle, probably right up my skirt, although I didn’t think he could quite see my bare pussy.
“Take them all the way off now, please.”
At least he said 'please' when he asked me to take my knickers off!
The incongruity of the thought made me smile as I carefully stepped out of the piece of white lace that had until very recently been protecting my modesty and straightened up. Stan, though, had clearly learned a lesson from Owen as his next command clearly showed me.
“Bend over at the waist and pick them up, Leah!”
I did as I was told, conscious of the skirt riding up again and the waistcoat hanging uselessly open to the sides, once more my bare breasts swinging free.
“Hold them in your hand and descend slowly down to the second from last tread. Then drape them over the top of the newel post, exactly where your robe went yesterday.”
The memory of actually stripping in front of two men for the first time, literally only yesterday, flew back through my mind. Unbidden, my heart rate and breathing quickened and I could feel my nipples unfurling and hardening further.
When I stood upright or walked slowly, at least the waistcoat hung in front of my chest, covering my boobs, although the entire length of my cleavage remained bare to him and the camera. I hung my panties over the post at the foot of the stairs as instructed and paused as he took several pictures of me standing there next to my own underwear.
“Good. Relax for a couple of minutes while I move the lights.”
I stood still on the bottom tread of the stairs as Stan scurried about moving the lights from around me to reposition them around the couch. I could see the tripod waiting for the camera at the far end of the couch and knew instantly that Stan intended to fuck me this time, otherwise he wouldn’t have needed the tripod. At least I was now back inside the coverage of our own camera system, so I would be able to show Leo what had happened.
“Right. Come over here, please, Leah.”
At least he said 'please' again.
Stan was sitting on the couch, close to the end with the camera he had placed on the tripod. I walked over to him, smiling.
“Just do up the second button on the waistcoat, please, Leah, and come and sit here.”
He patted his lap rather than the couch beside him as I did the button up as requested. I thought about deliberately dropping into his lap, quite hard, but decided against it. After all, one of the reasons I was doing this was to experience his large cock inside me, so I didn’t really want to damage it, did I?
I had three choices, straddle him, which given the length, or rather lack of it, I didn’t want to do, or sit side saddle either facing or with my back to the camera. Obviously the latter option would be silly so I opted for the side saddle position facing the camera. I walked past him then gracefully slid into a position sitting, just barely on his knees. Stan chuckled and then leaned forward, wrapped his arms around me and slid me into the centre of his lap.
“That’s better. Much better.”
I turned my face to look at him and he brought his face forward for a kiss. I’d already heard the regular whirr of the camera shutter clicking so I knew it was already running. I moved my head back a little and gazed at him.
“I thought you said you preferred to take pictures of a woman undressing rather than doing it yourself.”
“Leah…Who says I’m going to be doing any undressing? I may be doing a lot of things, but I won’t be undressing you, that’s a given.”
His hand lifted from its position around my waist and rose to the back of my neck. The gentle pressure he exerted was enough to tell me play time was over, this was serious now, the session was about to begin. I smiled at him and timed a wink for the camera to catch it before moving my own face closer to his and parted my lips for a quick peck. One peck became two, and then three, each one lasting fractionally longer than the previous one, each one with my lips, and his, slightly wider apart. By the time of the seventh or eighth kiss it had ceased to be a peck and there was real passion on show for the camera.
