by Bridy McAvoy
“You are a natural, Leah. A born model who loves to show her body off…And what a body. Perfect. Right. Let’s get a move on, shall we?”
Owen swung the camera down from in front of his face and descended the stairs to join me in the hall. His free hand encircled my waist, without invitation, but I allowed him to leave it there as he led me toward the kitchen area. I cocked an eyebrow at him but he just smiled and nodded to the door through to the garage.
He’d set up his props, lights and tripods in there again, although this time it was my husband’s Lexus they surrounded. The back door to the car was already open. He had to let go of me to allow me to precede him into the garage and when he again placed his arm around my waist, his hand this time dropped to my ass, where he squeezed one of my ass cheeks.
“No underwear?”
I shook my head. He hadn’t told me which, if any, to wear, and I couldn’t wear anything more than a thong with this dress without creating a VPL.
“Good girl. Why don’t you go ahead and sit in the car?”
I decided to tease him a little.
“Front or back?”
He just looked at me steadily, not prepared to give in. He knew I’d seen the back door was open so there was no real reason for the question, or for that matter for an answer. There was more legroom than usual in the back of the car as I sat down. Clearly he had slid the front passenger seat as far forward as possible. I heard the front car door open as Owen climbed in and leaned around the headrest to point his camera at me. Almost as an afterthought he tossed a small sequinned clutch bag to me. It wasn’t mine.
“Borrowed that from Mia’s collection. Just hold it in your lap for a minute.”
I did as I was told, but the shape of the object within the bag told me what was going to happen here. It was clearly, from the shape of it, a small vibrator.
“Good girl. Cross your legs please. No, honey, the other way. Let the lights outside the car shine on your exposed thigh through the slit. Now lean back and relax. Excellent.”
I was very conscious of the little red light on the tripod mounted video camera just outside the door pointing at me. I tried to ignore it and look at Owen who continued to click away with his camera right in front of me. The lights made the interior of the car very bright and I knew he could see every little detail, including the fact my nipples were forming small protrusions in the front of the dress. Indeed, his next words confirmed he’d seen them.
“Brush your hand across your nipple, Leah. Gently, caress it rather than anything else. Very nice, take your hand over to the other side and repeat the gesture. Shift in your seat a little to expose some more thigh. Perhaps pull the skirt in towards yourself. Perfect.”
I took a deep breath and carried out his commands. In reality I was waiting for the obviously and more blatantly sexual commands that would surely be following fairly quickly while at the same time trying to memorise the scene to tell Leo about it later – after all our cameras didn’t cover the garage. Owen’s decision to ramp up the level of eroticism for his camera didn’t take long.
“Reach into the bag and remove it, please. I know you know what’s in there. Drop the bag onto the seat beside you and hold the item in your hands.”
He doesn’t actually want to use the word vibrator or dildo. The wuss.
I undid the little clutch clip on the top of the bag and reached inside. The cylindrical object was cool to the touch, not very long, about four inches, and not very big around either. When I pulled it out into the light and looked down at it, Owen started clicking the shutter like a mad thing. Knowing it was what he wanted I let a little smile play over my lips and glanced at the camera outside of the car.
“Very nice. Well done. Now bring it up in front of your face and study the base for a moment, then switch it on, low setting.”
The twist grip on the end was tiny but worked in the standard way. Soon the car was filled with a familiar sounding low pitched hum. I glanced up at Owen and gasped when I saw he’d been busy, jamming a small video camera into the gap between the bottom of the headrest and the top of the front seat. The little red light was gleaming at me and the camera was angled down toward my lap.
No doubt about what that one was supposed to be filming!
Owen was still pushing his main camera lens past the side of the headrest and I now had three cameras, one still and two movie pointing at me.
“Give it a little lick. There’s a good girl. Excellent. A bit more. Now insert it into your mouth and draw it slowly back out.”
This was a new one on me but I continued to follow his instructions. I was a bit nervous about touching it with my tongue, but the low power setting meant it was hardly vibrating against me and the feeling wasn’t that unpleasant. When I had drenched it in saliva, I opened my mouth wider and inserted the first inch into my oral cavity. I jumped when it came into contact with my teeth, the low frequency sound was conducted from my teeth into my jaw bone and that was really unpleasant. Quickly I opened my mouth further to remove it from contact with my teeth before pushing it further inside. It felt quite pleasant in there as well and when I slowly dragged it back out again, somehow I felt a little disappointed.
“Good girl. Now roll it against your throat. Excellent.”
I did as I was told. I’d occasionally run my own vibrator against different parts of my body, but usually concentrated, other than in the obvious place, on my inner thighs, tummy and ass. Feeling the gentle vibration against the hollow of my throat was pleasant if not particularly arousing, there again the humiliation of being filmed and photographed playing with the device was causing enough arousal of its own accord.
“Move it lower.”
Owen’s voice was developing a hoarse quality, betraying his own rising lust at the erotic scene playing out before him. The tip of the silver cylinder slid slowly down into the top of my cleavage, where the vibrations caused my breasts to start to wobble, a fact I’m sure wasn’t lost on Owen.
“Perfect. Leah, you really are a natural, you know. A real camera-savvy little slut. Now run it sideways onto your right nipple.”
His mixture of compliments and crude comments hadn’t changed much from earlier sessions, nevertheless I continued to follow through. For a moment I wondered if he meant he wanted me to push it inside my dress but decided he’d correct me if he meant that. Instead I moved it across the fabric of my dress until it came to rest on top of my nipple. The sensation of its contact against the sensitive nub of flesh was strong, much stronger than I’d anticipated and I couldn’t prevent the low moan that rose to my throat. Owen chuckled. He’d obviously heard it even over the sound coming from the four inch gadget.
“Switch to the other nipple, sweetie. Let’s see how hard you can get them for the cameras. I really want to see a pair of tents in the front of the dress before it's time to get your tits out.”
For the next few minutes I switched the vibrator from side to side, alternately rubbing it against each nipple in turn, each time increasing the extension of the erect bud, and increasing my own ardour at the same time.
“Now reach inside the dress with it and do it against the naked skin.”
The dress was tight so it was a little bit of a struggle but eventually I managed to insinuate the device between the fabric and my bare nipple. I’d almost hoped it the feeling of it pressed against my naked turgid flesh would be much stronger but unfortunately for me it wasn’t. I was quite sure it looked obscene from the angle of his camera though.
“Lose the top lace on the dress now, Leah.”
The centre of the dress front was held together by a sequence of eight laces, each threaded through tiny holes in the fabric of the two halves of the front and tied in bows. Removing a lace would cause the front to gape open a bit wider, make it a bit looser. Removing two increased this effect, by the time four had been removed- I’d checked after I’d bought it - it was possible for it to drop open wide enough to display my complete breasts. By the time
six or seven were removed it would be obscene and certainly not something I’d wear in public. Reluctantly I put the vibrator down in my lap, although I deliberately didn’t switch it off and smiled at Owen as I pulled the top bow undone and slowly pulled the lace through the holes and discarded it
Once complete, I picked up the vibrator and began playing it over my nipple once more. The next command wasn’t long in coming.
“The next lace please.”
This time I leaned forward as I removed the lace, and was rewarded with a soft grunt of approval as the dress fell away from my chest and Owen could take pictures down my cleavage. Within another five minutes the next two laces had joined the first two on the car seat and Owen gestured for me to lean forward again. I knew he could see my entire breasts from his angle in front and above, and I was equally sure the video camera in front of me could too.
Owen’s next command was definitely hoarse. He was clearly turned on by my performance so far.
“Lift the dress clear of your lap and use the vibrator for its intended purpose now, Leah. Cum for the cameras.”
I could have deliberately misunderstood his instruction and bunched the dress up on the open side of the car, to block the view of the side on camera, but there wasn’t really any point. The camera with the best view was the one directly in front of me, already angled down into my lap and there was nothing I could reasonably do to restrict its viewpoint.
I slowly opened my legs, spreading my knees far apart, the dress falling away from both legs as the splits were forced to come into play. This exposed the tops of my thighs above the stockings and on impulse I tucked the still throbbing vibrator into the top band of my stocking on the open side and slowly pulled the dress up and to the side, exposing more and more of my legs until finally my crutch came into the purview of the camera. I heard Owen catch his breath as I unveiled my pussy to him and his cameras, a reaction which increased the depth of my own smile.
“Very nice.”
I looked up at him and blew a kiss at the camera lens, causing him to chuckle.
“Wait a second. Do that again, please, Leah? That looks so naughty, it’s perfect. Now turn your head and blow one to the video camera as well. Good girl. Now spread that pretty pussy of yours. Let’s see into it.”
I dropped my hand down to my lap, running my fingers gently through my landing strip before pushing one finger each side of my slit and spreading them, forcing my labia to unfurl. It felt really good, I was already very wet.
“Scrunch forward on the seat please. Angle your pelvis up so the camera gets a better view. Perfect.”
My hand reached down to my stocking top and retrieved the vibrator. I knew it would take a while on the low power setting to bring myself off, so quickly turned the knob on the base up to the medium power setting and began to gently rub it over the bare skin between the top of my slit and the bottom of my blonde pubic hairs as the sound from it increased in pitch.
“Naughty girl! But you can leave it set there.”
Obviously Owen had heard the change in noise level from the vibrator, not surprising really given the confined quarters of the car.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I slowly moved the toy down onto my slit, the vibrations sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and knew all the various stimuli were coming together with the earlier frustration and it wasn’t going to take me long. I was pleased about that, the confined quarters in the back of the car weren’t exactly comfortable in this position, despite the luxury of the leather interior.
“Keep going, Leah. Cum for me. Cum for the cameras.”
I shuddered, his words reminding me of exactly how humiliating this whole experience was and my own mixed feelings about my reaction to that humiliation. The vibrator dipped lower until it was poised over the opening in my lips, still held apart by the fingers of my other hand. I pushed the bulbous end slowly between them, revelling in the warm feelings the vibrations induced as the toy continued to throb and buzz in my hand. It wasn’t very big, and certainly wasn’t very thick but it was enough to do the job, very nicely.
I kept my eyes closed, not really wanting to look at the two cameras directly in front of me as I began to work the silver vibrator in and out of my pussy. My movements were slow and measured, eliciting the maximum amount of pleasure I could from the experience, trying to blot out exactly where I was. I let go of the outside of my pussy and moved my free hand up my body until it encountered the deep slit at the front of my dress which exposed my cleavage and the inside edges of my breasts.
“Good girl. Play with your tits…Show the camera your tits, Leah. Get real slutty for the camera.”
Owen was doing it again, demeaning me with crudity, knowing I was at the point where it pushed me along rather than left me feeling insulted. Actually it did leave me feeling used and insulted but my body wasn’t listening to my mind. My hand found its way into the top of the dress, which was gaping open, and cupped my left breast. After a moment I slid the hand over to the other side, in the process leaving that part of the dress pushed to one side and the breast exposed. As I continued to work the vibrator in and out of me, my hips began to move up and down, intensifying the feelings down there.
“That’s it, girl. Think about my big cock replacing that toy in your cunt. Think about the fucking I’m going to give you shortly on the back seat of your hubby’s car. Cum for the cameras, Leah. Cum for the cameras.”
I shuddered again, images exploding behind my closed eyelids, doing exactly as he said, imagining what was going to happen next. Pretty soon I was panting and moaning almost continuously, the dress top dragged to the sides exposing my breasts, pinching each nipple in turn between the finger and thumb of my hand. I broke off tormenting my breasts for a few seconds to drop my hand to the base of the toy and quickly clicked it to the high setting before returning to tormenting my own nipples. My hips were churning and each time I thrust the vibrator into myself I was grunting.
“Imagine telling your husband why his back seat is stained with your juices. Telling him how your neighbour nailed you there, thrusting his big dick unmercifully into your wet and willing cunt as you spread your legs for him.”
His taunting should have been making me angry but it wasn’t. Owen of course didn’t know I would be telling my husband everything later on in the week. Since our camera system didn’t cover the garage, all I could do was tell him about it.
“Cum for the camera, Leah! Let’s see the slut in the throes of ecstasy.”
With a final loud cry I thrust my hips up to meet my hand pushing the vibrator in, and at the same time pulled savagely on my nipple. The orgasm washed through me, my entire body in spasm as the pleasure coursed through my system.
I collapsed back onto the seat, my hand falling away from my breast, the other one limply allowing the toy to slip out and onto the seat where it rolled onto the floor, still buzzing loudly.
“You’d better retrieve that, Leah, before your husband comes home and finds it.”
He was laughing quite hard and I blushed as he continued to torment me.
“Tuck your tits back in and stand next to the car please. It’s time to set up for the next shot.”
I glared at him but did as I was told, straightening the dress and then fishing on the floor for the annoyingly buzzing vibrator which I quickly turned off and dropped back into the purse.
Sorry, Owen. DNA will have a field day with that bag after you give it back to Mia. If she needs it.
Owen left the video camera jammed against the head rest inside the car, but his stills camera joined the video camera on another tripod on the outside. It was clear he intended to be in the next sequence with me, but then again that had been obvious from the outset, his crude comments a little while earlier only confirming that.
He fussed about his cameras for a couple of minutes, setting the angles exactly where he wanted them before finally approaching me. I was
surprised when he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips then put both of his hands on my hips and moved me slightly to the side. He slipped round behind me and sat on the edge of the car seat, his feet on the ground and then reached up and moved me to stand in front of him, facing the cameras. His hands left my hips and moved to my ass which he began to caress gently, moving his hands in small circles.
“Does that feel nice, Leah?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, the chemicals released from my earlier orgasm were still racing each other through my system and at that moment anything would have felt nice. One of his hands stayed there, the other strayed to the side and slightly lower, moving to the top of the slit in the dress on my thigh.
“Hold onto the car door with one hand. Good girl. Now just let your body respond.”
Unlike most of the other scenarios where he’d made me do most of the work, he was going to be doing the driving this time. He obviously wanted it to look like a seduction, one I was rather clearly wanting to happen.
Devious little sod!
His finger tips caressed the naked front of my thigh, just above the stocking top, and his hand was moving to expose more and more of my leg to his cameras as time passed. He put pressure on my leg to make me shuffle further back toward him, until the backs of my legs brushed against his knees and his hands could now have more range to move over my body.
The hand on my ass left its current position behind and moved around to my hip and then further forward onto my stomach. He leaned forward behind me and I could feel his breath against the skin in the small of my back.
“You smell nice. Musky.”
I knew he was smelling the results of my orgasm, my juices that still coated my crutch and the inside of my thighs. I also knew he’d commented merely to embarrass me and I blushed as I realised he had. The fingers on my stomach fluttered upward as he headed for the bare flesh between my breasts. His other hand had now slipped entirely into the slit of my dress, caressing and rubbing my leg, although his fingers hadn’t strayed too high – yet.
