by Bridy McAvoy
“Drop your right hand to your right knee to help stay steady, and keep going. Keep it moving. You’re doing great and looking even better. Don’t forget to smile. Keep going…another few inches…just a little more… Good. Now, catch your right foot with your left hand and freeze. Keep that wide-eyed smile—it looks beautiful, you’re brilliant.”
Kayla was struggling to breathe and she was well aware the wide-eyed look was pure funk. She was simultaneously scared and aroused, a combination she’d not experienced like this before. She knew her pussy had to be visible up under the dress, knew her slit was on show if they focussed their cameras in that direction, and knew, too, they would be able to see she was wet, as turned on as before. What they couldn’t see was the bursts of electricity running up and down her nerves, the way her pussy muscles were throbbing as once more she fought to control her body, desperate not to lose control in front of them… again, and not in such an exposed position either!
“Right, Kayla, please return to the starting position and relax for a moment. Guys, I want you all to lower your cameras and then I’m going to ask you one at a time to run through the same sequence as I just did. The rest of you relax and watch, and don’t do anything to distract Kayla. Don’t get too creative but remember the rules—keep your model comfortable and relaxed, don’t antagonise her or make her nervous. Okay?”
They nodded and Kayla watched as Chris pointed his finger at Andy. The middle-aged man stepped past Chris and she could see the rest of them watching intently.
“Hi, Kayla.”
“Hello.”
She licked her lips. It was the first time any of them had spoken to her since the brief introductions at the start of the first shoot. She was pleased to see he looked as nervous as she was. Beads of sweat shone on his forehead as he lifted the camera in front of his face—she could only see one side of it, and his sweating forehead.
“That’s a very nice dress.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you had it long?”
Kayla just looked helplessly at Chris; she wasn’t prepared for a Q&A and had no idea how to answer his question.
“Andy, don’t engage her in conversation. Be nice to her, yes, but tell her what to do. Kayla can’t answer a question like that. It’s Teri’s dress, not hers.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay, Kayla, here we go. Cross your legs at the ankles for me. Hold still for a second. Smile, please…wider…wider…good. Now, slide your left leg over your right until your legs are crossed at the knees.”
Kayla giggled and Andy realised his mistake.
“Sorry, right over left, isn’t it? Not left over right. Put your right hand on your knee. Good girl.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her to change the angle, which panicked Kayla a little, knowing from that angle he would be able to see up her dress even more when she changed position in response to his next instruction.
“Slide your leg out to the side until your foot is on your knee…good.”
He dropped lower, pointing his camera from the same level as the seat of the couch. He had to be snapping her pussy from that angle.
“Now, move your left hand and just flip the skirt up a little in front.”
That increased her exposure but Chris wasn’t intervening so she did as she was told. He did so a few seconds later.
“And…that’s a wrap. Kayla, relax again for a minute.”
Kayla quickly returned to the starting position and tried to control her breathing again.
“Right, Andy, you did well, except for not knowing your left from your right. I think you unnerved Kayla by not telling her you were going to change the angle, didn’t he, Kayla?”
She nodded.
“Try telling her next time, okay?”
Andy mimicked Kayla and simply nodded, giving her a wink, so she smiled at him.
“Right, Steve, your turn.”
Steve stepped forward and smiled at her.
“I’m going to be taking all my shots lying down, Kayla, if that’s okay with you?”
Kayla shrugged; he was reacting to Chris’s last comment. She wasn’t particularly happy but, then again, she didn’t think he’d see as much as Andy had, and Andy had retreated with a noticeable bulge in his trousers.
The shoot with Steve went off without a hitch, as did the one with Phil who sat on the floor facing her, neither of them asking for anything she felt any more uncomfortable with. Kayla knew she was still turned on but that fear of disgracing herself with another orgasm had receded.
Brad was next and he changed it up a gear.
“Right, Kayla, I’m staying on my feet but I may get a little close. I want you to do something different with your hands, too, so simply cross your legs at the knee without the preamble…that’s good.”
Obviously he was planning something more than the others, and she guessed he felt he had limited time so didn’t want to waste any with the crossing your legs at the ankle business. She wondered what he wanted her to do, but knew he was going to tell her any moment now.
“Slide your right foot onto your left knee, bringing your right knee up and put both hands behind your head…good girl, you look amazing, absolutely amazing. Now, arch your back—excuse the language, but push your breasts out at the camera…good. Arch a little bit more…very sexy. Keep your legs still. Now undo the clip on the halter neck…good girl. Bring your hands to the front of your shoulders and smile at me…good girl. Now, very quickly pull the halter straps down to your waist…perfect. Wow, you have got a great rack there, Kayla. Fabulous.”
Kayla was panting for breath again, her mind overwhelmed by the feelings induced by following Brad’s instructions. She hadn’t expected him to get her to expose her tits like that, but he had done, and she’d followed his commands without thinking. Within a couple of seconds she was sitting there with her pussy exposed, if shadowed by the skirt, and her breasts hanging out for all to see; for the first time showing her engorged nipples to all the men at the same time. Before it had been one at a time, but now she was fully exposed and her hands tightened their grip on the halter straps at her sides, until released by Brad or Chris feeling unable to cover herself.
She was glad her thighs weren’t pressed together. If they had been she’d have been rubbing them together as discreetly as possible in order to trigger the orgasm she now desperately wanted.
Brad stepped back, mission accomplished, and there was still one man to go! Kayla knew she was in trouble and worried she didn’t know how much yet.
Ant stepped up, the oldest of the students and Kayla realised she was still sitting there with the top of her dress in her lap, her breasts out in the open and her legs still crossed in an unladylike fashion, flashing her pussy as well! She started to stir but Ant simply held up his hand to stop her and she froze.
“Don’t cover up, sweetie. I like the view from here. Now, if you don’t mind I’d like you to take hold of your right heel with your left hand—no, don’t let go of the dress strap—and pull your heel further up your thigh…that’s very nice. Now show us how flexible you really are.”
Kayla knew the motion lifted the skirt clear of her mound, showing every inch of her pussy to the grinning older man as he clicked away with his camera. Her nipples ached to be touched and she could feel her pussy pulsing as her body built up toward the impending orgasm. She couldn’t stop it and her eyes widened as she heard the moans coming from her mouth. Chris didn’t intervene, simply left her there, in front of Ant, trying and failing to prevent her body betraying her in such a spectacular fashion. Ant didn’t say anything either, simply watched as she writhed on the couch, her hand tugging her foot higher up her left thigh as if in an attempt to show him even more. The cool air of the studio bathed her naked slit and she knew the outer lips were parted, showing the delicate coral pink flesh to its full advantage, glistening with reflections due to the moisture soaking into her skin. She could picture what they were seeing as if she, too, could
see it in a mirror and groaned and closed her eyes, throwing her head back and vocalising her passion as the orgasm ripped through her. Her breathing seemed to stop as wave after wave of feelings ran from her pussy up to her head, detoured via her sensitive breasts on the way back and finished where they’d started. Her hips bounced up and down on the couch and she screamed out again and again as the powerful force all but consumed her.
After almost a minute, although she wasn’t counting, her head came back upright and she opened her eyes. Ant had retreated to the semi-circle of watching men, and Chris stood next to them, waiting for her to gain some semblance of composure. While her body had jerked and thrashed under the impetus of the powerful spasms, her foot had slipped off her knee and she was sitting—rather, slouching on the very edge of the couch—the entire dress rucked up around her waist, nothing covering or shielding her modesty in any way.
Chris spoke up and started giving her instructions as the others lifted their cameras once more, and Kayla realised this shoot wasn’t over yet. Chris was taking advantage of an opportunity she’d presented.
“Now, put your arms out to the side and place your hands palm down on the seat…good. Place your feet about eighteen inches apart with your legs straight. Now, I’m going to talk through what I want you to do, and then ask you to do it rather than do it as I say because this could go wrong. I want you to slowly slide forward until you slip all the way off the couch. I don’t want you to just drop to the floor—that’s why your hands are where they are—let them slide out along the couch and keep your weight on them. That way you lower yourself to the floor, not simply fall. Let your legs slide out from the couch, too, don’t bend your legs. All right?”
It sounded strange to Kayla but she didn’t feel like arguing and followed the commands to the letter. She lowered herself to the floor, conscious of the dry coolness of the rug after the damp heat of the leather she’d secreted over. Her dress remained around her waist and her legs stayed well apart, giving them all a shot she hadn’t intended to provide, but was no worse than the one a few minutes earlier.
“Bravo. Well done, honey. Now, stand up please, and fix the dress back into place.”
She shuddered and tried to turn onto her side and then all fours in the most dignified and demure way possible, not that it was easy given the state of her dress. She smoothed the skirt down, then worked the straps back behind her neck and refastened them, hiding her body from view but she knew she remained highly sexually agitated and it wasn’t going to take her long to cum again if she wasn’t careful. She looked longingly at the door to the dressing room but Teri had stayed at the back of the room, smiling as if the whole thing amused her, and made no attempt to come forward and help her. She guessed the shoot still wasn’t over.
Her legs felt weak as she stood and faced them once more. Chris had put his camera down now and walked forward to stand to one side of her.
“Now, we’re going to do something a little different. Often you get the best shots if the model is prepared to co-operate with another person, and seeing as Kayla knows me and Teri, and seeing as I can’t cross any lines with my wife watching, Kayla knows she can trust me. If I didn’t behave Teri would cut my balls off.”
“Too right.”
Kayla could hear the conversation, she could understand every word but it didn’t make any kind of sense.
“So, we’re going to construct a scenario here. Get ready to take some shots, gentlemen. Kayla and I are at a party and we’re dancing together, okay, Kayla?”
She nodded, not sure where this was going.
“Only the music has changed and it’s now a slow dance. So, Kayla, please, let me hold you. Remember, you can do this with a model who knows and trusts you. Don’t try it with one you’ve just met—that’s a recipe for either a kick in the nuts or, at best, a slapped face and a ruined shoot, if not a visit from a burly boyfriend.”
They all chuckled as Chris swept her into his arms, one hand firmly in the small of her back, his other arm loosely around her waist.
“See how having another person in shot changes the dynamic; it doesn’t have to be a sexual position for it to be a sexual shot. Kayla, put your arms around my neck and bury your head in my chest…good girl. See how it looks, even though we’re not actually dancing to the non-existent music.”
They all chuckled and Kayla took the chance to whisper a question.
“What are you doing, Chris?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not about to sex you up. I’m not joking when I said Teri would cut my balls off—she’d probably feed them to me in a casserole!”
His whispered reply allayed her fears a little but his hand dropped to her ass and slowly started to tease the dress fabric up, gathering it with his fingers and sliding it higher, a little at a time.
“What…?”
“Sshhh… It’s just another part of the shoot.”
Kayla trembled as she felt the hem reach the bottom of her backside, but he didn’t work it any higher. Her face was at least buried in his chest but she could hear the group shooting again and again as the shutters clicked.
He let go of the skirt fabric and, raising his hands to her arms, disengaged them from around his neck. She lifted her head from his chest as he held her arms above her head then took a slight step away from her and turned her in a neat movement. Suddenly he was standing right behind her, with her arms being bent back behind her head and round his neck once more. She no longer had the protective camouflage of his chest hiding her face from the other men and closed her eyes in reflex as he ground an obvious hard-on against her butt.
“Sshh…”
His hands moved to her waist and pulled her back into him then slowly slid up her flanks, brushing against the outer sides of her breasts and on up to her arms. He didn’t make a grab for her breasts but she couldn’t have stopped him. Her breathing was growing ragged as she realised he was making a move on the fastening of the halter neck behind her head. For the first time, she wasn’t undressing or displaying her body to the group—he was!
“Sshhh…”
He whispered to her again as his fingers found and undid the clip that held the two straps together and then began to inch them round in front of her. There was nothing to hold the dress up above her waist, but the pressure of his body against her ass would stop the dress dropping all the way to the floor. She interlaced her fingers behind his neck as she felt her body start to lose control again. If he did succeed in dropping the dress all the way, leaving her naked except for her stockings and heels. She knew another orgasm would be something she wouldn’t be able to stop.
He let go of the dress straps and the two triangles of fabric that covered her breasts fell to her waist as his hands moved back down her now naked flanks to rest on her hips. She felt her legs go weak as he pulled his body away from hers and started to press downward on the knit fabric that clung to her.
She could feel herself trembling as the fabric slipped lower and lower on her hips. She opened her eyes in shock as she felt the dress finally slip clear of the widest part of her hips then whisper down her legs to pool on her feet. She was naked—well, not counting anything below her thighs—in front of a group of men, and her friend Teri, with her hands wrapped tightly around the neck of Teri’s husband. She needed the support as her knees gave way, as the pleasure ripped through her system. She screamed and opened her mouth wide to gulp in air as the familiar sensations, somehow magnified, ripped through her again and again. She was partially conscious of Chris wrapping his arms around her waist to support her weight, and acutely aware of the way each of the students continued to take picture after picture of her in such a vulnerable condition.
“Oh, God!”
“And that, gentlemen, is a wrap. We’re going to download these pictures now as I’m sure Kayla needs an extended break before the next shoot.”
Kayla was vaguely aware of Teri taking her from Chris and leading her back to the dressing room and, finally, the do
or closing, muting the sound of the excited chatter from the group as she sank gratefully onto the chair seat.
Chapter 8
When she caught her breath and could think in a coherent fashion, she rounded on Teri.
“I didn’t expect him to go that far!”
Teri shrugged.
“He didn’t touch you, did he?”
“He might as well have done!”
“No, honey, there’s a world of difference between what he did, which was help you get undressed, and an actual porn shoot where his hands and his cock are all over your mouth, your tits, your pussy and your ass. He kept it in his trousers, and he behaved. He meant it when he said I’d cut his balls off if he didn’t.”
Kayla knew her friend was being reasonable but she didn’t feel like being reasonable herself.
Teri forestalled her.
“How about a shower? Slip the robe on and we’ll go across to the bathroom. You can lock the door and then when you’re done put the robe back on and come back in here. While you’re in there, I’m going to nip over to Starbucks and pick up a round of coffees. I think the guys would like one, too.”
Kayla could see the sense in Teri’s plans and nodded, although she still wanted to tear a strip off Chris for the unexpected strip he’d pulled on her.
“Mocha skinny latte?”
Kayla forced a smile and Teri hustled her into a towelling robe, and then out of the dressing room, back across the rear hall and into the bathroom. There was a large pile of towels waiting.
“Try not to get your hair wet, honey. It’s so thick we don’t want to dry it unless we have to. The lock works like this, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll see you in the dressing room in about fifteen. Just drop the towels in the corner when you’re done. We’ll sort out laundry later.”
* * * *
Kayla knew Teri could sense she was still upset with what had happened but didn’t question her. She couldn’t stand the silence so asked her own question.
