by Bridy McAvoy
Once it was on I looked down and gasped in surprise. It was very thin, almost translucent and far, far thinner than Chris’. My nipples were clearly visible through the semi- transparent fabric. The other two chuckled at my obvious discomfort but there were no alternatives other than to accept it, pick up my coffee and sit down. I noticed Stan took the chair facing the couch and his camera was on the floor next to him. It was very obvious the next shoot would have Stan behind the camera, with both me and Chris in front of it. For the first time in my life it was going to be another woman removing my clothing and more. I shuddered as I realised I would probably be reciprocating the favour as well.
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Stan collected the empty mugs and returned to his seat, picking up his camera and nodding to his partner to begin. Chris leaned over and whispered to me.
“It’s okay, honey, I’ve done this before. Let me lead. You’ll be fine, and I promise you you’ll enjoy this a lot. I mean it.”
Her hand rose to my cheek and her fingers slowly turned me to face her. I knew she could see the fear and trepidation in my eyes.
“Trust me, Leah. Just trust me.”
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Stan and could see he already had the camera up to his face, capturing the very first moments of this woman on reluctant woman seduction. Chris leaned in to gently brush her lips against mine, before pulling an inch or so away after the fleeting contact. She’d kissed me earlier, but I’d been so deeply into the throes of passion I almost hadn’t noticed it, nor had I remembered it. I had remembered the way her mouth had molested my breast though, using her teeth on my nipple in a way that had helped to drive me over the edge. She leaned close again and brushed her lips against mine once more.
I’d heard, or more likely read, that women’s lips were much softer when another woman kissed them, compared to a man that is, and Chris’ were definitely soft as she bored in for a third and this time longer kiss. Her lips were slightly parted and her tongue flicked out to contact my firmly closed lips. The softness of the touch was very new; Leo, Owen and Stan were good but demanding kissers, putting pressure on, Chris wasn’t, her actions moved at her pace but not so demandingly. She kissed me again and this time I allowed the firm line between my lips to relax slightly. As she kissed I felt the tiny upward quirk of her mouth as she recognised this apparent sign of surrender and her tongue flicked out once more. Her arm moved round behind me, pulling me closer to her and I closed my eyes, knowing that these two were in control of my destiny, my sexual progress, once more, at least in the short term.
Chris continued to kiss me, lingering longer and longer each time, she didn’t force me to part my lips, rather she allowed me to take my own time in responding to the insistent urging of her tongue as it constantly flicked and flickered against them. My mind was still a whirl, but I knew I was lost, I was going to succumb to this woman in front of the camera held by her husband, to find her eating me out, eating her partner’s cum out of me. The thought struck me, I would be willingly or unwillingly returning the favour in short order after that event but at least her pussy wouldn’t be full of Stan’s cum. I’d never tasted pussy juices other than my own. The thought of tasting Chris' wasn’t exactly enamouring me to the event, but I could see no escape.
No sooner had my mind concentrated on this event than a different and more horrifying thought crashed past my defences – what if she’d fucked someone before she came here and was holding it in by her panties the same way they were making me do. My eyes shot wide open in fear and the shudder was one of revulsion rather than excitement. Chris was looking straight into my eyes, I could feel her plumbing the depths of my soul as she continued to kiss me, gauging my reactions to her advances as she shuffled closer until our thighs were mashed up against each other. Her free hand moved across and caressed on my knee as her other hand, draped around my shoulders, guided me back against the cushions.
I couldn’t stand to look into her penetrating gaze any longer so allowed my eyes to flutter closed, feigning excitement, as I desperately tried to think of a way out of this predicament, without success. Her hand behind me snaked back past my shoulders, freeing it up, and she lost no time in turning in her seat to face me more. I could hear Stan moving closer as her other hand moved slowly up onto my thigh. The free hand now began to stroke my neck gently as she again leaned in to kiss me. This time I allowed my mouth to open fully and her tongue darted into the revealed cavity, brushing over the edge of my teeth as it searched for my own. Her hand on my neck dropped lower onto the up swell of my breast and I shivered as she slowly began to circle in toward my nipple.
Her fingers, much smaller than Stan’s, or Owen’s or Leo’s for that matter, moved gently, softly, over my clothed flesh, although their movements were clearly experienced. Stan had told the truth that Chris couldn’t fuck any of his models, but she certainly could do, and was going to do, everything else to me. Her hand came to rest on my breast, her palm squashing against the aroused nipple, bringing a gasp from me as she broke the kiss once more.
“She likes this, big boy. She really likes this.”
I swallowed convulsively as Stan chuckled at her comment, but my own body had betrayed my reactions to her. I could feel my nipple crinkling even harder against her hand as she spoke. Her other hand reached the hem of my skirt and slid toward the inside of my thigh. I knew she wanted, indeed needed, access and didn’t wait to be told before opening my legs a little to provide it.
“Really likes it from the look of it here.”
Stan’s voice was coming from low down. Clearly he was crouching down to shoot up under the hem of the kilt to show Chris’ fingers at work, and I allowed my legs to fall further apart. Immediately her hand slid all the way round onto my inner thigh. Her tongue was duelling with mine, enticing me to give myself more fully to the kiss. Her other hand let go of my breast and moved to the top button of the blouse. The initial phase of the seduction was over, now it was time for the exposure!
The first button slipped easily through the button hole. Clearly she was quite adept at undressing another woman.
How many times have this pair done this?
Her hand had reached right up under my kilt now, her finger tips straying onto the gusset of my soaked panties. I jumped at the contact and forced myself to relax again. Chris broke the kiss and I opened my eyes to see her looking at me again, a smile playing on her lips.
“See, you are enjoying this. Don’t forget you have hands too.”
She was breathing hard too, and I realised her seduction of me in front of the camera was turning her on, perhaps even more than it was me. Another button popped open on my blouse as I slowly brought my hand across to rest on her knee and wrapped the other arm around her shoulder.
“Much better.”
Another button opened and she slowly pushed the two halves of the blouse apart to expose my cleavage to the camera lens of her partner. I could hear him moving closer and I couldn’t help glancing down and gasped when I realised how much of my chest she had now exposed. Glancing back up, my eyes came to rest on the camera lens itself. Stan was very close, his body only inches beyond my knees.
“Smile for the camera, ladies. That’s better. Let’s see some teeth.”
I knew Chris was smiling, she was enjoying this, and she was enjoying the anticipation too. I forced a smile. Yet another button popped open as she continued to work her way down my blouse, each time stopping to spread the two halves of it further open to expose more and more of my breasts to her eager partner.
Chris leaned in to kiss me again, and as the final blouse fastening came loose I knew I was expected to, in some way, respond. I couldn’t bring myself to increase the intimacy of my contact with her too much, at least not yet, although I knew I would have to, so settled for simply sliding my hand slightly higher up her leg, moving it in small circles on her thigh. As we kissed I could feel her relaxing against me although I kept my eyes closed so as not to look into those
eyes once more. By now, her deft fingers had spread my top completely to the sides, my breasts completely exposed to the camera lens; completely exposed to her exploring hands as well as both of them descended on the fleshy mounds. She broke the kiss once again and I allowed my eyes to flutter open as I felt her hands cupping my breasts.
“See, Leah. I told you it would feel good. Aren’t my hands softer than Stan’s?”
I had to nod in agreement. She was right, they were, as she moved them round in circles, and we could both feel the nubs of my nipples hardening and pressing back into the soft flesh.
“They are softer, and so are the fingers, see.”
I couldn’t help the movements as she moved her finger tips to the points of my breasts and began to tease my nipples with the balls of her two longest fingers. I gasped as the sensations ran through me, the soft flesh entirely unlike the relatively harder skin of Stan’s or Leo’s or even Owen’s digits.
“They can’t do this either. I think you’ll like it.”
I hadn’t really noticed Stan creeping closer with the camera, nor had I spotted the length of Chris’ nails. I did now though, as she casually used the nails on her index fingers to flick my nipples. The feeling was unlike anything I’d experienced before, another first for the morning, and I couldn’t help reacting. A muffled scream turned into a moan as she did it again, and then again. Involuntarily my back arched up off the couch pushing my breasts up to accept even more of the exquisite torture.
“She likes it. I told you she would. You do like it, don’t you, Leah?”
I was panting for breath so made no attempt to deny it. My body, almost writhing now under the assault on my chest, would have given any such denial the lie. She continued to flick my nipples in all directions as her fingers positively flew across my chest, and I was conscious of Stan only two or three feet away shooting extreme close-ups of what she was doing to my breasts.
“There is, of course, another trick I can perform, Leah. Would you like to feel what I can do, that no man can, to your pretty breasts?”
I merely panted, watching her through eyelids which were suddenly heavy with lust.
“I can do this.”
Her method of attack changed. Suddenly she grasped my extended nipples between the edges of the nails on her forefinger and thumb. Before I could react she squeezed her digits together and kept increasing the pressure. It felt like two knives slicing into each nipple. I screamed, loud and long, my body writhing and twitched as the pain warred with the arousal flowing through my nerves. Finally she let go and lowered her warm mouth to engulf one of the tortured, distended, nubs before switching to the other one. After a couple of moments that were really blissful relief for me, she released my breast and looked up at me.
“Think what that is going to feel like on your little clit!”
As she lowered her mouth back to my breast, the visions swirling around behind my eyes pushed me over the edge.
Chris didn’t give me recovery time from the orgasm, using her teeth on the nipple imprisoned in her mouth, and her hand moving unerringly to push my unresisting legs apart and allow her partner to shoot pictures of my panties up my skirt. Her fingers toyed with the crutch of my soiled and very wet underwear for a while and I couldn’t mount any kind of effective defence. Suddenly she broke the contact.
“Stand up.”
Stan had backed off. Clearly there’d been some kind of signal between them as Chris helped me to my feet while she remained sitting.
“Lose the blouse.”
It wasn’t covering anything so I simply did as I was told before Chris spun me round to face her, my knees touching hers. I watched as Stan slowly moved around the side of the couch to stand behind his partner so he could capture her from behind and me in all my glory.
“Open your legs and come closer.”
Chris didn’t have Owen’s type of patter to put me at my ease but nevertheless I continued to follow her commands, opening my legs and allowing her to push hers between mine so I could move closer to her. My thighs brushed against hers and she pulled me as close to the couch as she could get, forcing my legs even further apart. Her hands rose to my waist.
“You know what’s going to happen now?”
I nodded. It didn’t take a genius to realise she was going to remove my short kilt, whether I was ready for her to do so or not. Suddenly Stan spoke.
“Remove her panties first.”
Chris chuckled. “Good idea.”
She pushed me backward a little and lowered her hands to the hem of the skirt, before running them back up underneath it this time. I knew her actions were forcing the skirt higher and higher, not that there was much higher it could go, but stood passively still while she stroked my outer thighs and then hips as she reached for the waistband of my underwear.
“Stand still, Leah.”
Slowly she pulled the item down, in a parody of my earlier actions on the stairs for Stan. I remained motionless as she slowly dragged them down over my hips and onto my thighs, finally stopping with them half way between my crutch and my knees. The kilt had fallen back into place covering my last shred of modesty, not that they hadn’t seen it already today, but I was desperately trying to remain, for want of a better description, in character.
“They look wet, have you been a naughty girl?”
I couldn’t help the blush that rose to my face as her words brought back the memories of Stan fucking me on this very couch such a short time ago, as well as the fact I hadn’t had the chance to shower or douche away the load he’d left in me. Thankfully most of it had drained out into the panties, but from the trickle of fluids on the inside of my thighs that wasn’t the entire contents of my pussy.
“Have you brought me something nice to taste there, girl?”
There were no video cameras running. Stan was strictly a stills man. I realised belatedly that both video cameras the day before had been Owen’s, but Chris was clearly staying in character. Her hand rose under the skirt once more, this time directly in the front, unerringly finding its way to my pussy. Her index finger extended and ran along the length of my slit, immediately finding the moisture there. I blushed even harder, but when she flicked the inside of my thigh with her thumb nail I took it as a signal to open my legs to provide her with access.
She rubbed her finger up and down the length of my labia several times before extracting her hand from under my skirt and bringing her shiny finger up between us. I could see the way my juices, or rather the combined residue of Stan’s earlier fucking and my more recent orgasm, had coated it. Stan moved to the side to capture the moment as Chris opened her mouth and inserted her finger, her motions exaggerated for the camera as she sucked the moisture from it.
“Mmmm…Nice.”
I shuddered as her hand returned under my skirt to my naked pussy to repeat the process.
“Perhaps she’d like a taste.”
Stan’s comment brought a wide eyed look of shock to my face and he chuckled as he captured the reaction as Chris brought her finger up under my nose. I could smell my own juices on it very clearly, but there was another deeper tang to the smell too, clearly the older contents of my ravaged pussy. I was reluctant to open my mouth but knew they were remorseless, so did so and dutifully sucked her finger clean. The taste was little different from the experience the day before when Owen had stuffed my own underwear into my mouth but there was a definite undertone to it, not particularly unpleasant, but there none the less. Chris repeated the process several more times, alternating between sucking her own finger and presenting it to me for the cleaning process.
“Come here.”
Her voice was definitely huskier now. I could tell she had turned herself on with her treatment of my body. The problem for me was she had turned me on in the process too.
Chris pulled me toward her, pulling me off balance and before I could really react in any way I’d landed on top of her and she’d somehow managed to roll sideways so I was now ben
eath her, lying on my back on the couch, with her sprawled, still fully clothed between my legs. There was no way the short kilt was still covering my pussy, but at least her body was preventing Stan from photographing it.
Not for long, I bet!
Chris renewed her assault on my breasts, her body wriggling down so she could use her mouth as well as her fingers on them. It was obvious that within a couple of minutes, she would have moved even further down and been in a position to use her mouth on another part of my anatomy, not something I’d ever envisioned but remained powerless to prevent.
Part IV
I was really quite angry as I came home from work that evening. The truth be told, I’d been angry all day, ever since the peculiar telephone conversation with Leah. Helping Mia to trap her straying husband Owen with the girls' reverse blackmail plot was one thing. I had to admit it had certainly put a spark into our marriage, not that I thought it had really needed one, but what did I know?
When Owen had started upping the ante, involving someone else, and now threatening my beautiful blonde wife with nothing less than a gang bang, or pulling a train, or whatever, it was getting out of hand. When she had acted so casually on the phone this morning about the lone appearance of Stan, I knew she’d also decided to get herself another sample of his extra large cock. Like any man, this made me feel threatened and the combination of fear and anger probably turned my face to an expression like thunder as I opened the front door.
Leah was waiting for me, standing in the archway through to the kitchen, a mixture of nervousness and contrition written, for the entire world to see, on her face.
“Hi, Leo.”
Her voice sounded deflated, small even, with her anticipating and clearly spotting how upset I was. She’d made an extra special effort for me too, her light summer dress fit her perfectly, and even from this distance it was obvious there was no bra. Her hair was swept back in a pony tail and her make-up was deliberately understated, making her look, if anything, younger, as close as she could get to the girl I’d fallen for some six years ago.
