Kayla - The First Four Weeks

by Bridy McAvoy

  Still the photographer gave her no instructions—didn’t tell her how to move, or how to pose—just let the shock settle in for the five adult students and allow them to drink in their fill of her nudity. She stood still, waiting to be told what to do, her heart hammering in her chest, her breath wheezing in and out in short panting movements that made the thin fabric cloth of the baby doll move across her erect nipples, irritating and stimulating them in equal amounts. Her legs hadn’t been together, she hadn’t thought about that, so she could feel the susurration of air from the air-conditioning blow across the sensitive skin of her outer labia, adding to her sexual stimulation.

  Minutes seemed to pass, but then Chris spoke.

  “Very nice, Kayla. Just the effect I wanted. As you can see, gentlemen, what we have here is a model showing two different sides of her personality. Above the neck, we see a sophisticated rich woman with great taste in makeup, a fabulous hairdo and exquisite jewellery. Below, we see a tart, dressed in a cheap slutty baby doll and that most tasteless item of all, the crotch-less panties.”

  Kayla looked straight at him.

  “You sure know how to make a girl feel good, describing her like that. Don’t forget to tell them these were your choice.”

  The five students laughed, their chuckles seeming somehow forced, as if they were nervous.

  “Kayla is, of course, absolutely correct, gentlemen. I did choose the outfit she’s wearing and exactly for the reason described. I also got Teri to loan her some of her jewellery and, my wife, as ever, did a fantastic job on the hair. We’ve seen Kayla with her hair straight, and that’s how anyone ever sees her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with her blonde hair up like that. The ringlets are seriously cute, too. So, guys, don’t forget to take some shots of her face like that—don’t just concentrate on the point between her legs, okay?”

  As if by magic, the cameras that had been pointing lower jerked up and were all pointing at her face once more. Kayla smiled. Chris hadn’t even turned round, but knew what they were doing. There again, they were men, after all.

  “Right, Kayla. Please sit on the couch, and sit back this time, okay?”

  She smiled at him, already getting over the embarrassment at his choice of clothing for her.

  “We’re going to be positioned a little different for this shoot, Kayla, so please don’t worry or react if we get a little closer. The ‘no touching’ rule is very much in force. So, I want you to turn to your right and then lie down on the couch…that’s good. Now, I want you to start as you did the other day, by stretching your arms out above your head, and then steepling your right knee and pressing it against the back of the couch…very nice. No, keep the left leg out straight—we want a few shots where depth of field is important. Make sure your cameras are set with the right f stops, guys, we don’t want a great picture of her toes in sharp focus and the rest of her a hazy background.”

  Kayla relaxed into the pose—it wasn’t particularly comfortable but it was more comfortable than some of the other ones she’d been told to assume earlier in the day. She closed her eyes and listened as Chris launched into a technical discussion of various aspects of what they were doing, accepting it was going right over her head.

  “Right, guys, I want all of you here at this end of the couch.”

  Kayla opened her eyes and watched as they all moved to congregate close together at, what was to her, the foot end of the couch. That now made sense of his comments about her toes! She realised they were looking straight at her pussy or, as she’d rechristened it when putting the revealing underwear on, her cunt.

  She felt her breathing quickening again as she waited for Chris to tell her to drop her left foot to the floor, opening herself out completely with nothing covering her slit, which she was pretty sure was glistening with the telltale moisture of her arousal. She was panting too, trying to suck in air, and struggling to maintain any form of equilibrium. This time round she felt she was moving toward the height of an orgasm even quicker than before. Chris surprised her with his next guidance.

  “Right, Kayla, now bring your right hand down, and rest it on your belly just above your belly button…good. Shuffle it a little so it’s just under, rather than on top of, the baby doll…that’s fine, looks really sexy. See how only one arm stretched out changes the whole aspect of the picture?”

  Kayla zoned out for a few seconds as Chris continued with the technical aspects of the shot, trying hard to regain enough composure to resist the impending embarrassment another orgasm would bring. He turned back to her and smiled.

  “Bring your left hand down and gently cup your left breast through the nightie…very nice.”

  Complying with his instruction, she could feel her hardened nipple pushing up against her hand, as if it had a will of its own, wanting to increase the pressure of the contact. She tried to arch her back slightly without the men noticing she was trying to gain more stimulation. Kayla allowed her eyes to close as she felt herself moving ever closer to the emotional precipice.

  “You’re doing great, Kayla. Very good. Now slowly slide your left hand over toward your right breast, this time slipping your fingers through the opening and cupping your bare breast…oh, very nice, seriously beautiful. Now, give it a squeeze for us…a little harder. Part your fingers so your nipple pops out into view between your index and middle fingers. Squeeze harder…tell me, Kayla, does that feel good?”

  Doing as he said only increased the sensations sweeping through her body. She could only nod in answer to his question, not trusting her voice as she continued to pant for breath. She allowed her nipple to pop between her fingers as instructed but, rather than just simply do that, she quickly squeezed the two fingers together again, trapping the engorged flesh between them. The electric pulse ran through her body, down to her groin and she felt her ass leave the couch as her hips jerked in response to the stimulation. She felt on fire, knowing the climax was all but inescapable now. Without being told, her right hand had shifted lower, past her belly button and onto the top portion of the panties where it concealed the upper part of her landing strip. Her fingertips found naked hair beneath them and she knew her hand was continuing to move despite no instruction from Chris, nor a conscious decision from herself.

  Her left leg jerked and she slid it sideways, opening herself. She could still hear the camera shutters clicking as her fingers found her very wet pussy but she wasn’t doing anything for them now—she was doing it for herself. Her finger slid over her clit and she trembled as it moved past and down between the outer folds of her pussy. She groaned and it sounded loud in her ears but she didn’t stop—she knew she couldn’t stop. Her hips were moving too, now bouncing as she strove to increase the contact of her fingers with her sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations roaring through her, her left leg slipping off the seat, her foot finding the floor as she opened herself as wide as she could.

  Her fingers started to move rapidly, two of them plunging in and out of her slit, the moisture there being dragged out to coat her entire hand. The end was close…so close and she squalled and grunted, and then her body stiffened as she felt the wave roll over her, the climax stronger than any of those earlier in the day. She couldn’t get her breath, but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to feel the pleasure race up and down her system. She could hear someone moaning, a high pitched keening as she continued to come, realising it was her own voice, but not caring anymore, not caring about anything.

  Kayla didn’t know how long it had taken for the orgasm to run its course, but when she regained control of her senses she saw the men had lowered their cameras and backed away. Chris was talking to them in a low voice as they gave her some privacy to overcome her embarrassment and rebuild some form of control over her traitorous body. The photographer turned back to her a couple of minutes later as her breathing returned to normal.

  “Very good, Kayla. That was more than I expected. Are you okay to continue?”


  She looked up at him.

  “You want more?”

  “Of course.”

  He laughed and everyone else joined in—even Kayla couldn’t suppress a giggle.

  “Please stand and face us once more, Kayla, that’s a good girl.”

  She moved to sit up and glanced down. Her ministrations to her chest had loosened the bow between her breasts and the top hung looser than ever—not that it mattered that much, given the way it provided no concealment anyway. Kayla raised her hands to tighten the bow but Chris stopped her with a gesture and she rose to her feet as gracefully as she could. She caught a glint of something glittering under the lights from the corner of her eye and looked back. One of the earrings had detached itself, probably during the way she’d thrashed about under the impetus of the orgasm, so she leaned down and scooped it up then put it back in place. She checked the other one was still there and the necklace was also still in place, straightened up and waited for Chris to continue to guide her through what he wanted her to do next.

  “Right, guys, we’re going to do some more angle work now. This might get a little uncomfortable, Kayla, so sorry about that. Uncomfortable for two reasons: physically for the poses themselves, and psychologically because this is going to be close-up work. This is an important point, guys. Let your model know what to expect—I’ve said it before but it bears repeating. The other point is, don’t stress the model out too much. If she’s stretching to meet a pose, then don’t ask her to hold it too long.”

  They all nodded and Kayla tried to smile once more.

  “Right, Kayla, stand upright with your feet about two feet apart…good. Now, stretch both arms up above your head and entwine your hands. Try to reach as high as possible and put some stretch into those leg muscles. This would probably work best in heels, but they’d look daft with that outfit. Arch your back a little…good girl. Now I want you to look straight ahead and freeze in that position…okay, good girl. Okay, guys, Steve first. I want you to crouch down in front of her and take pictures straight up. I especially want you to try and catch the light glinting on her earrings. Don’t just focus on her pussy. I know it makes a nice juicy—sorry, Kayla I didn’t mean it that way—target, but we want the whole length of her in shot.”

  Kayla tried not to look down as, one by one, the five students dropped into place in front of her and took shot after shot of her body. Her muscles began to ache before Phil, the second one of the group, had finished and by the time the last one, Brad, took his turn the agony was fast becoming intense. She tried to picture the view they were getting, her pussy not merely exposed to them, but the angle and spread of her legs stretched her outer lips open and, she was sure, revealed the pink inner lips to their camera lenses. Her breasts strained forward, pushed up and out by the uncomfortable arch of her back.

  “Good girl. You can relax now.”

  Chris’s words came none too soon. Kayla didn’t think she could have held the position longer than another few seconds. She was breathing hard from the effort, her skin flushed as her blood pounded through her system, and this time it wasn’t from arousal, just the physical effort.

  “Right, sorry, that one was a little uncomfortable, Kayla, but the next one should be much more comfortable, if somewhat embarrassing. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Right, turn and face away from us…good girl. Spread your legs out as before, about two feet apart, a little wider…go on, a couple of inches more…perfect. Now, bend at the waist and place your elbows on the front edge of the couch cushion. Lean down a little further, you can rest your head on the couch if you want. Stay still like that…brilliant. I was right, you are a natural at this gig.”

  Bending like this exposed her pussy through her open legs and, she suspected, they would be trying to take pictures of the rest of her between her legs. At least this time she wasn’t stressing her muscles quite so much in this position, “Now, guys, you’re going to lie down to take these shots. Steve, you first again—lie down with your camera right at floor level, a couple of feet behind Kayla, so you can shoot her torso, framed by her legs and groin. Just as before, try to make sure you can get both her pubic hair and her jewellery in focus.”

  Kayla shuddered as she worked out the view each of the men would have of her—nothing really concealed as the baby doll was hanging down away from her body, and she was sure the tunnel effect exposed her breasts, as well as her pussy being on show.

  Again, each one took their turn to take their pictures, and she could hear them milling and moving about behind her but couldn’t see what was happening. Her face wasn’t really in shot this time so she could close her eyes and think about other things. That turned out to be a mistake as the only things that passed through her mind were the images of what had happened earlier in the day. She found she was replaying each of her orgasms in front of the group, over and over, her body responding to the eroticism of the images. Kayla opened her eyes hurriedly and tried to flush those thoughts out of her brain before they overwhelmed her and plunged her back into another one.

  “And relax, Kayla, You can stand up again.”

  Breathing heavily once more, she pushed herself upright and turned back to face them again. Chris smiled at her and motioned for her to sit on the couch.

  “Guys, I want your cameras down for a minute, please. Kayla, I need to guide you into the position this time, so I’m going to have to touch you a little, do you mind?”

  She bit her lip and nodded, not really happy but she couldn’t see a way to object without causing a bigger problem. The reason he’d told the group to put their cameras down was obvious, he didn’t want any candid shots of him touching her although, with Teri again in the background watching, it wasn’t as if they would be incriminating for him. She wondered just how far he was going to go—after all, he’d allowed the guys to take pictures of him stripping the blue dress off her to exposure her nudity only a couple of hours earlier.

  Chris knelt in front of her and grasped her ankles, drawing her feet out and away from her body, and then pressing her heels back against the front of the couch. He pulled on her knees to slide her forward too, leaving her spread eagled with her pussy on show. Well, it would be on show if he wasn’t in front of her, his face only inches from her slit, close enough to smell the musk of her desire.

  Chris looked up at her and winked, and she knew she’d been right. He could smell her, and if the five men in the room came as close when they were taking their pictures, they would too! Chris placed his hands on her knees to lift himself up, then gently pushed her back on the couch until she was half sitting, half laying, leaning back against the couch, supported from her butt to the back of her head, all of it in contact. He took her hands and lifted them to above her head but, instead of stretching them out, he guided her into folding them back behind her head.

  “You’ll have to excuse this next bit—there’s no other way of doing this.”

  His hands moved to between her breasts and undid the bow, then spread the pretty well useless garment to the sides, draping the fabric so it flowed down her breast, outside of her nipples—which were left bare—but fell back onto her stomach immediately below them.

  He backed away and looked at her critically, then leaned in close to adjust the top once more. She knew he was blocking their vision of her when he flicked his thumb over her nipple as he pulled the fabric further to one side.

  “Sorry,” he said as she gasped, “not intended.”

  She knew full well he had intended to do exactly that, but no one else had seen anything. She glanced down to see her nipple swelling hard once more from the contact, or rather swelling harder—it had already been hard. They seemed to have been hard all day!

  Chris stepped back and moved to the side. “This one is another angle shot. I want two of you to lie down again and take pictures of her, up past her pussy to capture her face. I want the other three to fetch their steps and take pictures of her pussy down past her face. Please, g
uys, don’t stand the ladders on top of each other! After a couple of minutes you’ll all swap over.”

  Another half hour dragged past as Chris positioned Kayla in various poses. Now lying down on her back, now on her stomach, now on all fours with her butt high in the air and she complied with each one, thankful he didn’t approach her any more. The memory of his touch and, more importantly, the electric shock she’d felt as his thumb touched her sensitive swollen nipple faded into the past.

  “Just one more pose, please, Kayla, so if you wouldn’t mind standing up and just moving to the side for a moment. Steve, Brad, would you give me a hand? I want you to take each end of the couch and just turn it through a one-eighty…great.”

  Kayla watched as the men quickly turned the couch round to face away, and she guessed she was going to pose or be posed against the back of it. She thought she could have walked around the couch and been in the same position and then she remembered the lights. If she’d done that, they’d have had to move the lights! Duh! She felt a fool but was glad she hadn’t opened her mouth and said anything to make herself look a fool in everyone else’s eyes.

  “Lose the top completely now, please, Kayla.”

  Sometime, during one of the other poses she’d been asked to refasten the bow between her breasts and then undo the one on her left shoulder, allowing that side to hang down below her nipple. There seemed little point in saying anything so she discarded the garment, then turned to see Teri was holding out her black heels. She raised an eyebrow and Chris chuckled.

  “It might be a little more comfortable for you with those on.”