by Bridy McAvoy
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Owen had said just wear my robe when he came round on Wednesday morning. I had a choice of two, the comfortable but unsexy neck to floor towelling one, or the extremely short black silk one. I thought about wearing the towelling one but decided it was going to be a long day in his presence so opted for the silk one.
“Good morning, Leah. I see you made the right choice of robe.”
“Morning to you too, Owen. Coffee?”
“Good girl. Yes, please.”
I could see he was ogling my legs as I walked across the kitchen to retrieve another mug for him before pouring him a cup from the machine. At least he was being civilised though, not ordering me to strip naked right away. In fact he continued to make small talk while we both finished our respective coffees. Finally he reached down to his bag and pulled out his stills camera.
“Shall we?”
I shrugged.
“Let’s go upstairs and pick you out a nice outfit, shall we?”
I headed for the foot of the stairs with Owen trailing right behind me. I paused with one foot on the bottom tread, waiting for the obvious command from him.
“Waiting for it, are you, Leah? Good girl. Leave the robe on the newel post. Let’s see you climb the stairs to heaven in the nude. Okay?”
I was partially turned toward him, and remembered to smile as my hands reached for the silk belt around my waist holding the robe closed. The bow came undone under my fingers and I shrugged it back off my shoulders and allowed it to drift down my body. Once it was free of my hands I snagged it with one hand and draped it over the newel post, conscious of my total nudity without it.
He gestured with one hand for me to precede him upstairs, while his other hand continued to cradle the camera and click away at the shutter.
I reached the half landing and turned to take the next half flight but Owen stopped me, mounted the stairs behind me, brushed past and then completed the ascent. He turned at the top and crouched down, ready to shoot my pictures as I climbed up the stairs toward him. By the time I was two treads from the top my crutch was level with his camera lens and he was shooting close ups of my pussy.
“Very nice, Leah. Very nice indeed.”
He climbed back to his feet and slowly walked backward into my bedroom gesturing for me to follow. I tried to walk as sexily as I could, putting some roll into my hips but it was a little harder than usual in the flat slippers I was wearing.
“Now, young lady, what are we going to get you to model in today?”
I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing if he wanted an answer and certainly loathe to offer any suggestions his own perverted mind couldn’t come up with. He grinned lewdly at me and I realised shrugging in the nude wasn’t a good idea. My boobs had obviously jiggled a lot when I did. I blushed at the realisation and he burst into laughter.
“That was priceless.”
I simply stood still and looked at him, not trusting myself to react to him, without making the situation even more embarrassing.
“You own a business trouser suit?”
I nodded.
“Good, how about a man-ish looking shirt, or could you wear one of your husband’s dress shirts?”
“No. Sorry. Don’t have one of those and Leo’s shirts would swallow me whole.”
“Pity.”
“Do you have a blouse you could wear with a tie which isn’t too feminine?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Put the trouser suit and blouse on. Swipe one of your husband’s ties. Scrape your hair back and pin it tightly at the back and wash off any make-up or lipstick. Let’s try something different. See how you look in a man’s world.”
I thought about it for a minute, mentally cataloguing the outfit he was getting me to wear.
“What about underwear?”
“Plain white sports bra would be good. White panties. No stockings. A pair of Leo’s black socks would be good if they’re not too big. Flattish black shoes.”
“Okay.”
“Twenty minutes. Meet me in the lounge.”
He sauntered back out of the bedroom and I heard him go downstairs while I started on my hair, which was the item that would take the most time. Luckily Leo has quite small feet so his socks would fit quite well, everything else was straightforward.
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I was just about to go downstairs when Owen’s voice floated up to me.
“Oh, I forgot. Does Leo own a hat? Something like a Trilby or a Fedora?”
“Erm…Yeah, I think so.”
“Is it black or dark?”
“Black, I think.”
“Good, put it on. Why on earth would your husband have an English type of hat?”
“It was bought as a joke. Hang on, I need to find it. Won’t be long.”
Actually I knew precisely where the hat is. Owen thinks my clothes storage is sorted – he should see Leo’s. It makes mine look a mess and Owen compliments me on being so well organised. The hat fit nicely over my pinned up hair at the back and I paused to look in the bedroom mirror. The look was so not me but I had to admit it was an incredible transformation. With the hat hiding my blonde hair and the sports bra flattening my silhouette I really did look almost like a very young man. From the front anyway, my ass stuck out too far round the back.
Owen was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs as I descended, as always, camera raised in front of his face. He whistled his appreciation and gestured for me to halt on the half landing so he could get another couple of shots.
“You look really good, Leah…That’s definitely a cool look for you. Real cool.”
He sounded as corny as I felt!
“Walk down toward me slowly. Try not to put any bounce into each step. Good. Don’t smile too brightly. Perfect. Keep coming, follow me.”
A couple of minutes later he was sitting on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, pointing his camera at me as I walked toward him. As he perched there on the edge of the stool the camera obscured his face but the rather obvious bulge in the front of his jeans confirmed he had plans for what was about to happen.
“I can see you looking at it, Leah. Why don’t you get down there and do something about it.”
I sighed but walked up to him and dropped to my knees between his legs and reached for his fly. Not for the first time he was using me, not interested in getting me off, simply getting himself off. As soon as my hands touched the button at the top of his fly the camera began to click above my head. Not that it would show much, the hat perched on top of my head concealed quite a lot of my face and probably my actions too.
His prick was hard when I fished it out of his flies. After wrapping my hand around it I tilted my head back and looked up at the camera and smiled, all the while moving my hand up and down, slowly jacking him.
“Very good, Leah. Like a real pro.”
I bristled at his comment, the smile vanishing to be replaced with a frown. Owen realised his mistake and spoke before I could.
“I meant professional model. Nothing else. Sorry. Wasn’t meant as an insult.”
Somewhat mollified, I looked back down at the job literally in hand, not convinced he was telling the truth but unable to do anything about it. A small drop of pre-cum formed on the tiny hole at the end of his cock. I looked at it for a moment, knowing what would happen next, but for some perverse reason wanting Owen to tell me first.
“Lick it.”
I leaned in toward him and extended my tongue until it encountered his end and I quickly licked the drop of fluid off it. My tongue travelled down the length of him and then back up the other side and I heard him sigh with pleasure. When I reached the top again I remembered how I’d done this the day before and resolved to do it differently today. This time my lips enveloped him immediately, engulfing him into my mouth, simultaneously hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard on the obstruction. He groaned but I could still hear the camera shutter clicking, although with the hat in the way I wasn’t exact
ly sure what the pictures would show. Perversely to help him, I pulled away a couple of inches, taking the top couple of inches, still in my mouth, with me. The gap between us would now provide at least some kind of shot for him.
“Very good, Leah. That’s perfect.”
I continued to suck on him, my head bobbing in and out as I kept the pressure up. After a minute of this I stopped and began to bathe his rod with my tongue once more, before taking him into my mouth and repeating the process. As ever with Owen it didn’t take long for him to reach the point of no return, especially the first time in the day.
“Pull out and point him at your face.”
He scrunched down over me, angling the camera in tight as I did as he instructed.
Porn star facial coming right up.
I was right, not that there was any doubt as I directed his prick to spray four or five ropes of semen onto my cheeks and chin. Finally his cock stopped jerking and throbbing in my hand and I let go and stood up. As expected his camera was pointing straight into my face as his cum slowly ran down my skin, and one or two spots dropped off onto the lapels of my jacket and another onto my tie.
“You shit! I’ll have to get these dry cleaned now!”
He just laughed and reached behind him on the counter top. I hadn’t noticed but he’d retrieved the remote control for the stereo and when he pressed play I realised he’d already keyed up the track he wanted.
Joe Cocker’s gravelly voice filled the room and when he launched into the title line I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. Leo and I had watched 9 ½ Weeks on cable a few months ago and the dance sequence to You Can Leave Your Hat On had had a big impression on me. The connection to the way I was dressed was obvious and so was his expectation. I tried to remember if I’d ever mentioned this to Mia, but in the end had to assume it was merely coincidence, Owen was simply another fan of that particular sequence.
“Go on. You obviously know what I want you to do. Start with the trousers though.”
His voice was still thick, almost hoarse. Despite having just cum on my face, Owen was clearly still turned on. He continued to focus the camera on me as I gave in and slowly began to dance to the music. I tried to remember how the sequence had run in the film but quickly realised two things, firstly I was wearing the wrong clothes, and secondly I was wearing too many.
Still Owen had insisted on trousers first, which surprised me, clearly the thought of me dancing around looking something akin to male from the waist up, and just ladylike panties and long smooth legs below worked for him. I wasn’t exactly in any position to argue. Keeping the hat on was not just the theme of the song, it had to be the theme of my performance as well. Like it or not I was going to be nude except for the hat in a few minutes' time.
I reached for the waistband of the trousers and the top one of the four button fly, all the while moving to the gravelly voiced singer. Trying to dance sexy and strip wasn’t easy, but this was real good music to do it to.
Suddenly, I realised I’d made a mistake. Once I’d got the trousers undone and pushed down I was going to face a problem, one without an easy elegant solution – my shoes. Mind you, thinking elegant with his cum still highly visible on my face and dripping from my chin wasn’t exactly the simplest thing in the world. I danced over to the bar stool next to him, and put one foot up on the footrest before leaning over and quickly freeing that shoe. I half hopped to swap legs and nearly overbalanced which brought a chuckle from Owen and then I danced away again, leaving the shoes sitting on the floor next to him. It felt ridiculous to be prancing around in a pair of men’s socks like this but there was no help for it.
The first button popped open easily, and the next couple were easy as well. I decided to leave the fourth one fastened, it made the trousers tighter and the wiggle to remove them that bit sexier. Behind the camera I could sense Owen was grinning as I thought of ways to improve his viewing pleasure. Not long after I managed to push the trousers down past my hips and onto my thighs, showing the plain white panties to the world, and in this case, more importantly, to Owen’s camera. I slowly eased the trousers down my legs, still desperately trying to keep to the beat, on the whole I succeeded I think but it wasn’t easy. Pushing them off my feet involved a lot of hopping and I was sure that wasn’t ladylike either but I couldn’t think of any other way of completing the job.
Once I’d danced clear of my trousers I decided I looked ridiculous in the men’s socks so moved over to stand next to him and used the foot rest of the bar stool to help balance in order to remove the socks. This earned me a stinging slap on my protruding rump from Owen.
“Ow!”
“You brought it in range, honey. It was a tempting target. Turn around and I’ll give you one on the other cheek to even it up.”
Instead I gave him the bird and danced out of range again. I was now naked from the waist down except for the panties and I wasn’t quite sure what he wanted me to remove next, so reached for the jacket button.
“You should have turned the other cheek while you had the chance, Leah. Lose the panties next.”
Damn! I should have known he’d get his revenge one way or another.
As the chorus of the song reached its peak I pushed the panties down onto the tops of my thighs without bothering to turn and pretend some form of modesty. A minute or so later they joined my trousers on the floor and I was dancing in front of Owen’s camera with my pussy in the open and on display.
“Nice. Jacket and then the blouse. Leave the tie.”
The jacket was held by only one button, the blouse by five. Losing each in turn didn’t take long, although it was a bit fiddly and not at all sexy in my opinion to remove the blouse and leave the tie knotted around my neck. The sports bra was a stretch type, no fasteners so there was no way I was going to be able to remove it without disobeying the lyrics of the song – to leave the hat on. Open beckoned me to him and then twirled his fingers to get me to turn my back to him. I tensed, waiting for the promised spank, but it didn’t come. I heard something metallic clinking and then felt something hard and cold between my skin and the back strap of the bra. The sound as the scissors cut through the stretch material sounded very loud in the stillness of the room and the process seemed to last a long time, although it was over in a couple of seconds. The material gave way and my breasts fell forward, free of their confinement as I simply stood there in the ruined bra.
There was no point in protesting. Owen had already destroyed the garment. I stripped it off without bothering to turn and face him then danced away from him and turned to face him, only the tie dangling down between my breasts and of course the bloody hat providing me with any form of clothing.
Owen clicked the button and the music switched off, leaving me standing there in front of him, breathing fairly heavily from the exertion.
“Come here, Leah. That was very good.”
Obediently I approached him and he put his camera down on the worktop and I realised I could still hear it clicking, still taking pictures of me. His hands reached up to my neck and I tensed, then relaxed as he slowly pulled the knot in the tie undone and stripped the item from me.
“Turn around.”
I did as he said and he grasped my hand and pulled it behind me, before rapidly looping the tie around my wrist. A few seconds later, before I could properly react, he’d captured my other wrist and secured my hands behind my back with the tie I’d been wearing only a minute ago.
“What?”
He chuckled and gave me a playful swat on the ass.
“Upstairs, my little beauty. It’s time for some fun.”
“Sod off!”
The swat he gave me this time was rather harder.
“Attitude, young lady, attitude.”
I bit my tongue and didn’t say anything more.
“You going to behave, now?”
I nodded.
“And tonight?”
I nodded again.
Suddenly he reached down and sw
iftly undid the knot, freeing my hands once more.
“See. A better attitude works wonders. Now we’re going to spend the rest of the day rehearsing your moves for tonight. Incidentally you’ll probably be sucking me off a few times too. Try not to dribble onto your costumes. Don’t want you to appear shop soiled in front of the club, now, do we?”
He laughed at his own joke and pointed me toward the stairs.
Part X
Owen had ensured the group had left a double length parking space in front of the hall where the camera club met. As I parked behind him, the butterflies in my stomach weren’t simply flying, they were fighting each other! A mass melee inside me, in fact. He jumped out of his car, swung his camera tote over his shoulder and trotted over to my car. I was still sitting behind the wheel, my hands locked on it, with a vice like grip. Owen opened the offside door and bent down to look in. He took one look at my face and slid into the passenger seat.
“Leah…Leah! Come on, sweetie. It’s not going to be that bad.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not the one they’re going to gang bang!”
“Oh, Leah! Surely you knew I was kidding you.”
“Kidding on the square, maybe.”
He shook his head. Beyond him I could see a couple of guys just outside the door to the hall, watching the interplay with interest although they were too far away to hear the conversation.
“Honestly, sweetie. That’s not going to happen. I was winding you up. Honest.”
“Ummm…”
“Come on. You agreed to do this, now it’s time to deliver on the promise.”
“I agreed because you blackmailed me into it, you bastard!”
“You still agreed, and that’s what matters. Now it’s time to pay the piper.”
I looked at him and he recoiled from the anger blazing in my eyes.
“On one condition.”
