by Bridy McAvoy
She grunted, and her arms wrapped around his back as she strained up to capture his lips with hers, trapping one of his hands between them as he grasped at and squeezed her breast. Her nipple tried to burrow into the soft flesh of his palm as she arched her back and thrust her tongue out to meet his descending one. Her legs rose from the bed as she rotated her pelvis and locked her heels behind his knees, holding him in place. Ben didn’t try to move straight away, knowing she was adjusting to the fullness of his dick buried inside her, and she was grateful for the respite, and then twitched her hips, telling him she was ready for him to start to thrust.
She gasped into his mouth as he pulled almost all of the way out, the ridge of flesh just behind his end catching against the inside of her pussy lips and then pushed forward once more. He stroked into her, pushing and pulling in long strokes that left her moaning and clawing at his back. Despite the thrusting of her hips to meet him each time he drove forward, he didn’t increase the pace. Her fingernails grazed his back; her lips sought his and her teeth clamped around his tongue as his fingers pinched her nipple.
Within less than a minute she felt the bliss of an orgasm ripple over her, and she could feel herself trembling from neck to toe as the wonderful sensations rolled through and through.
She moaned aloud but he didn’t stop, didn’t vary his pace, continuing to push into her, his balls slapping up against the narrow strip of flesh between her pussy and her anus with each stroke. Ben worked his other hand between them, not worrying about letting her take his full weight as both sets of fingers now sought and held, squeezed and rolled her hard nipples as she fought for breath. Her legs slid higher up the backs of his until her feet locked behind his straining buttocks, pushing him on to greater and greater thrusts as his pace began to quicken.
She came again, as his thumbs pressed against her nipples and he moved his mouth away from hers to kiss her eye, and then again when he lowered his head to nuzzle the side of her neck as she turned her face away.
“No marks!”
“What?”
“No hickeys, no marks, remember…”
“Oh…”
Once more his thrusts became ragged as he approached his own orgasm and she lowered her hands from his back to his buttocks to pull him deeper into her with each stroke, concentrating on his orgasm as her fourth rose to meet it. His first blast of sperm into her resonated through every fibre as she held him tight within her, his balls touching her ass as her legs jerked. The second spurt pushed her over the edge and she screamed in ecstasy as he completed his orgasm as hers rolled through her.
He collapsed on top of her then, and this time his cock did soften. He pulled out of her and rolled over to the side. She reached out with one hand and gently stroked his cheek.
“That was wonderful, lover.”
Ben smiled at her.
“I love you too, Kayla, but we have to get up in the morning.”
“Fuck the morning! I’ve got what I need right here. But I do need a shower.”
She saw his eyes light up, a post-coital shower was usually a shared experience, and usually led to the need for another shower afterward.
“No, honey, a quick shower. I think we need to talk.”
“What about?”
“You know what about—about Saturday.”
He looked at her, and the dancing highlights of passion in his eyes died away, but his smile didn’t.
“You mean the thought of you parading about semi-naked and naked in front of a group of horny men?”
“Yeah…”
“Tonight proved two things to me, Kayla Firstly, it turns you the hell on to do it and…”
She thumped him on the shoulder as he paused.
“And?”
“And… the thought of you doing it turned me all the way on, too. In fact—”
He took hold of her hand and guided it between them to where his cock was resting on her leg. She’d felt it stir, but as her hand touched it she realised it was already semi-hard again.
“Again?”
“Keep talking, sweetie, just keep talking about showing this beautiful body to all those horn dogs and you won’t make it to the shower.”
“I thought the hard-on was due to Teri’s pictures as much as anything else.”
“Don’t be silly. Sure, they were good, and she’s pretty—in fact gorgeous—but she still doesn’t hold a candle to my wife. Besides…”
She took her hand off his now hard cock and thumped him again.
“Besides what?”
“You know I prefer natural blondes!”
Without warning, he rolled onto his back and pulled her laughing form on top of him. She lay there for a moment, feeling his hot length pressing against the inside of her thighs, then giggled and opened her legs, wriggling to get into position.
She sighed and smiled as he entered her again.
“Stud!”
“Minx!”
Chapter 5
Kayla felt the tremble in her hands as she parked her car behind the strip mall where Chris had his studio. His instructions had been very precise—be there at twelve o’clock and knock on the back door, and Teri would let her in. The shop in front of the studio was open for business as usual, but Chris had two staff to run the shop and the door between the shop and studio would be locked for the day unless they needed him, which was unlikely.
His instructions had been specific on other things as well, like making sure she shaved or waxed her legs and underarms smooth. She’d also been requested to trim any pubic hair and the very specific instructions about that area had brought a blush to her face when she opened the e-mail before going to work.
She’d been told not to wear makeup or a bra. Chris’s instruction sheet had explained that Teri would do her makeup on arrival, and a bra left strap marks that took ages to fade. With today’s digital cameras they were more visible than ever, and he wanted her skin smooth so that was a no-no for the morning. For the same reason, her t-shirt and sweat pants were to be loose as well. He hadn’t out and out told her not to wear panties but she guessed he didn’t want lines showing around her waist so the ones she had put on weren’t tight at all. She’d been asked to bring several pairs of high heels with her, in black, white and any other colours. Teri would help her match them to the outfits.
Despite the hot sex they’d had on the Thursday night after they got home, when Kayla had attacked her husband like an animal in heat, and again the Friday night where she’d been almost as insatiable, the sight of her moving around the house this morning with her breasts swinging freely under her t-shirt had caused him to stay close to her and grab a feel as often as possible. She’d had to fight him off a couple of times, too, when he’d suggested a quickie, and discourage him from showing up to watch as well. Chris had been adamant that was not going to be allowed, as it would intimidate the students.
Kayla nervously checked the time, reached for her holdall on the passenger seat, climbed down from her compact 4x4 and headed for the back door to the studio. She’d only been here once before, when the shop had been closed so Chris could show them their wedding photos. Now it was a different proposition entirely. Ben had stayed at home, but she’d promised she’d call during the afternoon to let him know how things were progressing.
Teri opened the door before Kayla reached it; she had to have been watching through the tiny window.
“Hiya, Kayla. Come in, come in.”
The beaming smile settled a couple of the nerves for Kayla as Teri closed and locked the door behind them, leading her into a small room to the left. The room, about ten feet long and only six feet wide, was set up as a dressing room, with mirrors down one side, and lights surrounding them. The back of the room was full of clothes racks, laden with all sorts of items, including a couple of garment hanging bags at one end that concealed their contents.
At the other end of the room was another door, which Kayla guessed led into the studio proper. Low murmured male voi
ces sounded from the other side.
“Sorry, we don’t have a lot of space, but the studio sets can take up so much space it’s at a premium, and the facilities for us ladies are the ones that take a hit. Sit down, sit down, and I’ll get started with your hair and makeup.”
What looked like a professional makeup kit was spread out on the low counter-top in front of the mirrors and Kayla pulled the chair out and sat down. Teri squeezed past behind her; it was such a tight fit she really had to back into the clothes rail to make it.
“Told you it was tight in here.”
Kayla smiled at her friend while trying to listen to the voices outside. She could make out the words but she was straining to pick up how many people were there. She glanced at the mirror to see Teri watching her.
“There’s five guys in there with Chris. Don’t sweat it. Three of them are in their forties, one in his fifties and the other one is a little older than us, and a real hunk!”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I think he’s got muscles on his muscles and his tee is tight so he’s well ripped.”
“Not so sure that’s a good image at the moment.”
Teri leaned closer and started to apply some eyeshadow.
“So, honey, did you rape Ben when you got home, or before you got home? And how many times?”
“None of your business.”
“I bet you thought about telling him to stop the car, didn’t you?”
Kayla nodded.
“In fact, I bet you left your panties draped around the gear stick, or in the glove box, even if you didn’t jump his bones until the front door was closed. Am I right?”
Kayla could see her face flush in the mirror as Teri laughed.
“Go on, how many times?”
Kayla tried to hold her face still as she held up three fingers.
“Thought so, and I bet last night was pretty good, too.”
Kayla wordlessly held up four fingers.
“And this morning?”
Kayla shook her head then winced as she remembered Teri was trying to put her makeup on and she needed to hold her head still.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve done this on a semi-pro basis for years. I know when to take the brush away from the face. Besides, us girls need to talk, right?”
“Sure.”
“So you fended him off this morning. I bet he needed more than a brush-off since you were braless, am I right?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet you’ll jump him as soon as you get home, too—it’s one of the side benefits of this kind of job.”
Kayla swallowed and stayed still as Teri finished with the eyeshadow then went to work with the eyeliner before reaching for the false eyelashes. She finished with blusher and powder on Kayla’s cheeks then reached for the hairbrush and straighteners. Kayla noticed the hairdryer also plugged in. She giggled.
“You run a hairdressing business on the side?”
It was Teri’s turn to laugh again.
“No. Look, some of the shoots call for the camera to focus on the way water looks on skin, right?”
“Ah.”
“So, sometimes the water goes where you don’t want it and the model gets her hair wet, and it needs to be dry for the next shoot.”
“Oh…”
“Honey, this is hard work. You might well enjoy it, but don’t forget it’s a job and you have to give—and be—your best. If that means a quick blowdry then so be it. When we came in, the door to the right is a full wet room. It’s not used for shoots, but it allows a model to make sure she’s ready between shoots.”
“A shower, too?”
“Sure, sometimes a shoot can involve a bit of grunge. You don’t want to go home dirty.”
Teri was watching her in the mirror.
“Don’t worry. There’s no grunge shoots planned for you, and there’s no water this week.”
She worked on in companionable silence for a few minutes before pronouncing herself happy with Kayla’s hair. Kayla had been quite happy with her hair herself, having washed and straightened it mid-morning, but Teri had somehow added body to it without spoiling the look of her blonde hair falling straight off her shoulders.
“There, now I’m just going to check with Chris how long we’ve got and then we’ll get you dressed for the first shoot.”
Teri squeezed her shoulder and moved to the far end of the room, opened the door and slipped through it. Kayla could see a brightly lit area. She remembered how it had looked three years ago, but what little she could see didn’t seem the same. Teri closed the door and Kayla breathed a sigh of relief that there’d been nobody else in sight through the open door.
A minute later Teri opened the door and slipped back into the room.
“Chris says they’ll be ready for the first shoot in about fifteen minutes which is just about perfect. Gives us enough time. Why don’t you slip out of those clothes and hang them on the hangers there while I get your dress out for the first shoot.”
For Kayla, this was the first test. Although she’d been undressed down to her underwear in front of Teri on Thursday, and then topless about an hour later, this time she’d be completely bare, and in a different environment from the fitness centre where they’d occasionally played squash and showered after. She tried to smile and found that difficult but, after checking her reflection in the mirror for support, she pulled her loose t-shirt over her head and then eased her pumps off, one at a time. It wasn’t cold in the tiny dressing room, but her nipples puckered up and she felt goose bumps on her arms as her skin reacted to the exposure.
She lifted her ass from the seat and slid the sweat pants and panties off together in a single movement, tangling them around her feet as she leaned forward to remove them. Her trainer socks followed and she swivelled her seat to face Teri. Teri wasn’t paying her any attention as she’d been busy unwrapping a very nice looking red sequined cocktail dress. The front of the dress faced Kayla as Teri turned but Kayla caught just enough of a glimpse of the back to see there wasn’t one above the waist—the dress was backless.
“I can see why you didn’t want me to wear a bra.”
Teri grinned and held the dress out by the hanger.
“You like?”
“It’s gorgeous, really nice. How short is it?”
“About the same length as the one you wore Thursday.”
“Oh!”
“Don’t worry, I bought you some stockings to go with it specially. They’re longer than mine, so you’ll look a million dollars, rather than tarty, for your fan club.”
“Fan club?”
“Silly—the students out there—they’re your fan club, or they will be once they see you in this. Come on, underwear first. Try these.”
Teri lobbed a small black ball over to Kayla using her free hand. When Kayla unrolled them she found a black garter belt, which she’d expected from the moment Teri had said stockings, and a very thin pair of small black panties. She gasped in shock. When she put her hand inside them she could see her fingers through the fabric.
“They’re see-through.”
Teri shrugged.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t got ones like that in your drawer at home. I have.”
“But… But…”
“But, what, honey?”
“I can’t wear them in front of all those men.”
Teri just looked at her and Kayla realised she was being ridiculous—after all, she’d signed up to show them more than just the outline of her pussy through the panties.
Teri cocked an eyebrow and Kayla nodded, then reached down to step into the panties.
“Ah… ah… Nope, garters first, honey, stripper style.”
“Sorry, you said, stripper style?”
Teri nodded.
“Strippers always wear their panties outside of the garters, that way they can take them off without undoing the garters. So it’s stocking and garter belt first, then panties. Okay?”
“Oh, I see.”
“You’ll do fine. Look at you, sitting here naked talking to me about it. A few days ago you wouldn’t have done that, would you?”
“I guess…not.”
“Fine, come on—get those stockings on, and I’ll help you with the garters.”
Kayla spent a couple of minutes rolling the stockings up her legs and was relieved to see Teri had been right. This pair was longer than the pair she’d worn on Thursday—they came a couple of inches further up her thighs. Standing up to allow Terri to snap the garters in place was more awkward. On Thursday she’d been modestly covered. Here, her freshly trimmed pussy was only a couple of inches away from Teri’s face in all its naked glory. Teri didn’t comment, simply pushed herself to her feet and motioned for Kayla to put the panties on.
Staying on her feet, Kayla checked her reflection in the mirror. The panties were snug without being tight but the necessary stretch to fit had made them even more obscene than she’d thought they would be. She half turned and checked the rear view, which was, if anything, even worse. They looked like thin black gauze stretched across the cheeks of her ass. As she stared at her reflection she could see every detail of her backside, including the slight red areas which had been the pressure points when she’d been sitting down. Kayla had to admit they looked good.
“I haven’t got any this thin!”
Teri chuckled.
“I suspect you have, you just haven’t been so aware of it. You look great—the front view is electric!”
Kayla turned the other way and stared at the reflection of her mound in the mirror. Teri was right; you could see a hell of a lot. Her lips were clearly outlined and the edges of her landing strip showed up too, there’d been a good reason for Chris’s instructions to tidy up down there.
