Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Oh?”

  “Yep…'Fraid so…Lose the panties, there’s a good girl.”

  He took his mug of coffee from my hand and stood back to watch the impromptu strip in front of the kitchen counter. I turned to face him and put my hands on my hips.

  “No surprises today, Owen? No strangers going to turn up in my house?”

  “Stan isn’t a stranger.”

  If only you knew.

  “So, you’ve invited Stan round again?”

  He shook his head.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, I’m sure you would have loved another chance to cream on his massive cock but unfortunately he’s tied up at work, unexpectedly, all week. I did invite him, but he had to turn me down.”

  My warning to Stan had obviously worked then! Great!

  “And what about the other guy you mentioned, Pete, wasn’t it? Or Phil?”

  He shook his head again.

  “Pete can’t make it either, same reason.”

  Pete doesn’t even exist, you chump! I know that and you don’t know I know!

  “No-one else then?”

  Owen took another swig of his coffee.

  “Nope. It’s just you and me, babe. Scouts honour. Now lose the panties.”

  “You a scout? I don’t believe that for a minute.”

  “I was. Honest.”

  “Well, a scout would be a gentleman, and a gentleman never expects a lady to remove her own knickers.”

  I was pushing him, and Owen knew it too. I watched as he thought about his response before making up his mind. He threw his head back and laughed before setting his coffee down on the worktop and stepping toward me.

  “Hell. Why not? I can be the gentleman, if that’s what you want, Leah?”

  “What I want is for you to get out of this house and leave me the hell alone. But I know that’s not going to happen.”

  “Correct.”

  He laughed again before dropping to his knees in front of me and reaching up under the hem of the nightie. I stood still as his fingers slowly rose up my thighs and onto my hips before he grasped the thin straps of the thong and began to slide it back down the way his hands had just come. His face was about a foot away from my crutch as the thong slid past and exposed my pussy through the semi-transparent nightie. He closed about half the distance and took a deep breath.

  “Hmm…You smell nice. Nice and juicy and ready for me.”

  His crude comments were having the required effect, it was humiliating letting him do what he was doing to me, but I knew there was some truth behind his comments. Being exposed to him like this in my home was somehow turning me on again once more. I was certain through my embarrassment he was telling the truth, he could smell my arousal.

  Owen drew the thong down past my knees and let it fall to the floor, and stood up again, leaving me to step out of them and leave them lying on the kitchen floor. Although the nightie covered me, it didn’t in any way conceal my charms. It took willpower but I didn’t bring my hands up to attempt to cover my modesty – there was no point. Knowing Owen, the nightie would probably be coming off soon as well.

  “You look absolutely ravishing. Give me a moment to get my camera out and we’ll get started.”

  I picked my coffee up and slowly sipped it while he fussed with his bag, extracting one camera and several lenses before deciding on what he wanted. I knew the lenses were expensive so briefly toyed with the idea of picking one up and then accidentally dropping it. Then I realised I didn’t really dare piss him off that much, besides they were undoubtedly insured anyway. After what seemed like an age but was probably only a couple of minutes he was ready and turned back to me. Quickly I finished the coffee and put the mug back down on the counter top and smiled at him.

  “You’re getting good at this, Leah. Really good. That pose is perfect. Hold still.”

  Sure it is. Perfect. Tits and pussy in view.

  “Now, I think it’s time to do your housework.”

  I had to do a double take, not sure I’d heard him correctly.

  “Huh?”

  “Yep. I want shots of you dressed like that doing the household chores. You know—Dusting, vacuuming, emptying the dishwasher, filling the washer, sweeping the deck—that sort of thing.”

  “You have got to be joking?”

  “Nope. Definitely not. I want some really sexy shots of that very sexy body doing ordinary things. Of course, if you bend you’ll bend from the waist, if the hem rides up, it stays up. You know the sort of thing I mean. Act sexy, but do your chores.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “I’ll make you take the nightie off, and clean all the house windows from the outside.”

  “Yeah, right!”

  He just laughed and held up the camera meaningfully. For the next thirty minutes he kept me busy doing exactly what he’d said. I stood on tip toes to dust down some shelves, bent over at the waist to empty the dishwasher and then again to fill the washer, before spending a lot of time bent over with my legs splayed as I vacuumed the stairs. It was partly demeaning and partly silly. I didn’t have to remember to smile; my face was permanently creased into a grin as I tried hard not to giggle at the sheer corniness of it.

  “Time to sweep the deck, Leah.”

  I looked outside the kitchen window at the deck, which was already spotless.

  “It’s not the act of cleaning that’s important, Leah. It’s looking like you are doing it.”

  I shrugged and moved over to the kitchen door, carrying the long handled sweeping brush.

  “Stop.”

  I stopped and looked back at him as he suddenly stopped himself and began to take shot after shot of me, silhouetted against the sunlight streaming in through the open door.

  “Perfect, sweetie, absolutely perfect. Now just before you step outside, throw me the nightie.”

  I wasn’t going to be sweeping the deck in the wispy thin nightie after all. I was going to be doing it in the nude! Owen, however, held all the cards, and at least there were no neighbours who could see in at this time of day. Then again he’d managed to get me naked on the deck the week before so there wasn’t much point in making a big deal of it. Leaning the brush against the door frame, I crossed my hands in front of myself and grasped the hem before sliding it up my body. I knew Owen well enough to make a bit of a production out of it, pausing with the hem around my ass so he could shoot my ass in all its naked glory before pausing again with it around my neck. Anyone seeing the picture would know my breasts were exposed.

  Pushing the broom around the deck in the nude only occupied about five minutes before Owen obviously had enough pictures and beckoned me back inside. I’d been warily eyeing the sprinkler system after his actions last Thursday but he hadn’t asked me to step down onto the lawn at all. If he had, I think I'd have refused, I was so not going to go through with that particular experience again.

  Owen walked through into the lounge and beckoned me to follow him. He sat in the chair facing the couch and motioned for me to stand in front of him. Still only wearing my stockings and heels, I did as I was told.

  “Good girl, Leah. That was well done. Now I think it’s time to turn it up a notch. I want you to dance for me, Leah. You were very good last week, I wonder if you’ve learned any new tricks since then.”

  He was clearly referring to the striptease cum lap-dance he’d made me perform last Wednesday, but this time I wasn’t wearing anything so it was a bit difficult to know what he wanted. On top of that he hadn’t organised any music. He must have sensed my confusion because his predatory grin returned.

  “The music is in your head, and I want to watch you remove some imaginary clothes. Get on with it.”

  That’s a new one on me! Maybe he’s actually going to be creative today.

  “Let me get this straight. You want me to do a strip for you, to imaginary music, removing imaginary clothes when I’m already nude?”

  “Yep.”

  He sat back and grinned,
motioning me to start as he raised his camera to his face ready for action. My mind was a whirl, trying hard to think exactly how to do this. Clearly the first thing I had to do was decide what I was supposed to be wearing. I could mime removing a string bikini, but he obviously wanted more than that. I settled on an image in my mind, a blouse and skirt combination over a simple bra and a tie sided thong. Now it was the music, and I could see Owen was getting impatient. To counter that I started moving my hips from side to side and he relaxed and I heard the shutter click as he took what was going to be the first of many pictures of my imaginary striptease.

  I couldn’t really get a tune in my head, and in any case I can’t actually carry a tune properly for long, I’m not that musical. I settled for trying to keep a steady beat, thrusting my hips from side to side and slowly dancing round in a circle until I was facing him once more. It was time for some of the clothes to come off, well in my mind. My hands rose to my neck and I teased him by fumbling with the button there. Finally the non-existent button popped open and I move my hands down a few inches to the next one. Glancing down confirmed my suspicions as the next button opened, my nipples were erect and extended and my skin was flushed, it wasn’t from the exertion of dancing either. As on every previous occasion, the casual nudity and forced exposure was having its effect on my body’s responses – I was turning myself on again. Owen shifted uncomfortably in the chair as well, clearly his own ardour rising to match mine as my hands arrived down at the imaginary waistband of my equally imaginary mini skirt.

  Once the blouse was undone I threw my shoulders back and dropped it soundlessly to the floor. I knew the movement thrust my breasts toward him and made them jiggle, more than they would have done if the bra had been real, but I couldn’t help that. I shuffled round in a circle again, and then did another half rotation, my hands going to the small of my back to tease him into thinking the invisible bra would be next.

  Instead, I dropped them to my waist and unfastened the non-existent hook and eye at the top of the imaginary skirt’s zip and then slowly mimed lowering the zipper. Wriggling out of the skirt was challenging but it soon ended up on the floor and I danced around to face Owen once more. While my back had been to him, he’d clearly dropped a hand to his crutch and freed up his dick which was sticking straight up in the open. I smiled and playfully wagged a finger at him. He chuckled but kept clicking away as I pretended to hold my bra to my chest with one hand while I slipped the other arm free of the strap before reversing the process. Again I turned away from him and pantomimed undoing the catch between my shoulder blades before turning to face him, one arm clasped protectively across my breasts with the other hand high above my head dangling an imaginary bra from my finger tips.

  Finally, I unclasped my arm from across my chest, baring my breasts to him, although they had clearly been in sight all the time. As the amount of clothes I was supposed to be wearing decreased, the act became easier to handle and it didn’t take long to undo the imaginary ties at my hips to allow the non-existent thong to fall to the floor, restoring my act and reality back to the same frame. I stood in front of Owen breathing hard. It had been quite a challenge to perform like that, but to be fair I was also considerably turned on.

  “Very good, Leah. You were actually extremely good at that. I’ll have to get you to try that again. However, I think there’s something else here—” his cock twitched suggestively, “—that you need to deal with for me.”

  Owen pointed down to the floor between his legs and I realised he wanted me to blow him once more. I wasn’t particularly repulsed by this but this would offer me little chance of solving my own frustrations which were beginning to build.

  Resigned to remaining unsatisfied, I dropped to my knees and crawled across the floor to him, knowing the apparent subservience would increase his lust even further.

  “Very nice, Leah! Very nice indeed.”

  I could see his cock twitching as I crawled closer, the thick implement throbbing as he lusted after me. Before more than a few seconds had passed I was in position, my hands on his knees, bracing myself as I looked at his erect dick only a couple of inches in front of my face.

  “Suck it, Leah. Suck it.”

  Dutifully, I leaned forward and extended my tongue and licked slowly from tip to root and back again before twisting my head to change the angle and repeating the process. His prick quivered at my touch and I realised he was almost certainly going to be quick on the trigger once more.

  I repeated the movement another couple of times, slowly moving my head to allow me to lick a different part of his cock each time, and was rewarded by a large drop of pre-cum forming on the very end. I smiled up into the camera lens as he continued to click away before opening wider and finally engulfing the end of his cock with my mouth. The pre-cum slid easily onto my tongue and another drop immediately formed as I sucked softly at him, before lowering my head to take more of his thick length over my tongue and into my mouth. One of my hands moved to between my legs and the other began to tease at a nipple as I continued to look up into the camera as my head bobbed up and down on his length.

  Owen was clearly not going to last very much longer. I considered, briefly, slowing down my actions to give myself more time, but in the end didn’t do so. His hips jerked in front of me, forcing another inch or so of his rigid cock into my mouth and then it throbbed and a thick rope of jism coated the inside of my mouth. I deliberately tried to hold it there as spurt after spurt filled my mouth, and as soon as he stopped cumming I pulled my mouth clear of him, holding my lips open so the camera could see the pool of semen on my tongue. The continued frenzied clicking of the camera shutter told me Owen enjoyed that as much, if not more, than anything else. I sank back onto my haunches and convulsively swallowed, opening my mouth again to demonstrate it was now empty.

  Unfortunately for me, Owen had been even quicker on the trigger than usual and I was nowhere near ready to cum by the time he had finished. I sat still, waiting for his next set of instructions, feeling somewhat frustrated, but also knowing his next humiliating act would probably provide me with the satisfaction my body was craving.

  Owen finally put the camera down and turned his attention back to me. The predatory grin was back as he gazed down at my naked and openly displayed body.

  “Very good, Leah! You are an excellent little cocksucker. Now it’s time to plan the next sequence. The one where I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”

  Once again he was being crude in an attempt to humiliate me, and once again I could feel myself flushing in response to the embarrassment.

  “Keep the stockings on, but I think a nice long dress this time. Really do your make-up nicely and put your hair up, I think. Don’t worry about underwear. Sexiest long dress you’ve got. Thirty minutes?”

  “I’ll need longer if you want me to do my hair properly.”

  “Forty minutes then, and not a minute more.”

  I nodded, although that wasn’t even close to enough time. I knew the dress I would wear to meet his requirements too. He hadn’t specified it, but I knew full well the halter neck red one with the laces up the front and the side splits right up to the thigh would be the one he’d been thinking of. I’d worn it to a party a few weeks earlier and Owen hadn’t taken his eyes off me all night. It had been the first time he’d really pressed the issue about getting me to pose for him too.

  “Where then?”

  He chuckled.

  “You’ll see.”

  Immediately I knew the answer to my own question. This would be the garage sequence, in my husband’s car, probably on the back seat.

  * * * *

  The make-up didn’t take long. Owen didn’t want me to overdo it, so a little eye shadow, a few twirls with the eyelash brush, a puff of blusher and a pass with the lipstick was enough. I never wore that much make-up anyway so I never took too much time. The dress was hanging in the wardrobe, already laced up the front so it was more a matter of squeezing myself into
it and wriggling it down into place rather than laboriously doing it up. Obviously, though, I was going to have to spend that time after this session.

  My hair was more of a challenge. I didn’t wear it up very often so I was far less practised at it, and so it took a lot of time to achieve the effect required. I left a few strands hanging down to frame my face, knowing this would enhance the effect for him, and pinned the rest into place in a fairly neat ball. If I’d had an hour to do it, I’d have done a better job but he’d only given me forty minutes for the whole process – so it was hardly my fault.

  Owen was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, camera in hand, and motioned for me to pause on the landing.

  “I thought you might choose that dress, Leah. You look magnificent, absolutely delectable, and ravishing.”

  I smiled at his compliments and stood still as he took a couple of shots of me.

  “Now come halfway down and stop with your feet on different steps. Turn slightly. Very good, thrust your hip out a little, good. Now pull the split a little further apart, show the camera some of that smooth skin. Perfect. You are getting very good at this, my girl.”

  I bristled at the ownership implied in the my girl, but realised from his point of view the blackmail threats made it true so didn’t let the feeling show on my face.

  “Now down another step, rotate so the other leg comes down to the step below. Perfect. Repeat the pose. Lean forward a little so I can see more cleavage. Perfect. Thrust the hip a bit further. Good girl. Down a bit further. Excellent. Now step down onto the floor. Let me go past you.”

  His hand brushed against my ass as he walked past me. I knew it wasn’t accidental but didn’t respond to it as he climbed three steps above me and turned to face me, once more camera in hand.

  “Hold the newel post and face me. Good girl. Thrust the hip out once more and drag the slit a bit further open. Good. Lean in towards me a bit.”

  It was obvious he wanted a good shot down my cleavage so I slowly brought my shoulders back to push my breasts out and enhance the picture for him. His natural and complimentary patter was having its effect on me, I was enjoying the posing again. My nipples were half hard, slowly unfurling against the fabric of the dress, irritating themselves every time I moved, which only increased their hardness.