by Bridy McAvoy
“You can make the coffee—I need to concentrate on these.”
“Yes, ma’am, boss lady!”
She giggled; his outrageous fake Uncle Tom accent was designed to crack her up, however politically incorrect it was. “You want blueberries with that?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Well, you’ll have to get them out of the freezer and defrost them yourself, lover boy. I’m busy.”
“Okay. You want any?”
She shook her head and put the next pair of pancakes to warm and drizzled oil in the pans.
“Lemon and sugar then? The English way.”
This time his fake posh English accent cracked her up even more and they both continued to laugh their way through the rest of the breakfast preparation, and then through the meal itself. After the second cup of coffee Kayla pushed her mug away and looked at him. Seeing the look on her face, Ben too sobered up.
“Shoot. I can tell there’s something on your mind, babe.”
“Well…”
“Spill.”
“I…Oh, shit…This isn’t easy.”
“It’s about today…right?”
She nodded.
“You’re worried that something similar to last week is going to happen, and possibly something more.”
She nodded. “Sweetie, after last week, I very much doubt if your wife is going to be undressing for the pictures. I expect they’ll be taking it in turns to undress her instead.”
Instead of being upset, Ben seemed to look interested in the idea. “So?”
“What do you mean…so? You think they’re not going to try copping a feel while they’re doing it? You think one or more of them isn’t going to try to insert the occasional finger?”
Ben laughed and Kayla tried to look hurt.
“What do you mean…occasional?”
“Huh?”
“Babe, they’re not going to waste any time. I bet you one of them will have his finger in you most of the time you’re on set. Or maybe more than one finger—probably two or three, and I bet not all those fingers belong to the same bloke!”
“Ben!”
“Babe, think about it. I mean…really, think about it.”
She closed her eyes, and wished she hadn’t. Thoughts of each of the four photographers pulling her panties off, spreading her legs and pushing a finger into her wet pussy filled her mind. Sometimes she was alone with the photography student; sometimes there was more than one. She grunted softly as one scenario played on her eyelids—her naked, sandwiched between Steve and Brad, Brad’s finger driving into her pussy from in front, competing for space with Steve’s finger from behind. Kayla opened her eyes to see Ben watching her, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“God!”
“See? I could tell you were getting aroused thinking about it.”
“But…Ben…What if it goes further than that?”
“You mean them sucking on your tits?”
Not for the first time since the previous shoot, Ben was using cruder terminology for her body than he usually did. Briefly, she wondered if she was being coarsened by the process—it didn’t seem to bother her like it would have done before she’d agreed to pose for Chris and his students.
“Yeah, but…Chris showed you the pictures, when they…when they got their cocks out and came on my breasts.”
She might be happier than she would have been before about Ben describing them as tits, but they were still breasts to her.
“And if they do that again?”
Kayla just looked at him, wondering if he could be that dense, then realized from the way the smile stayed on his face, from the sparkle in his eyes he had already thought about what she was going to say, but wanted her to say it for herself.
“No…That’s not it, and you know it! What if they go further…what if they tell me to open my mouth and they cum in it?”
Ben chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about that. I’m sure you’re worried about more than that.”
She nodded.
“You’re worried about them telling you to blow them, to give them a hand job, or even go the whole hog and then fuck you—that’s what you’re worrying about, isn’t it?”
Kayla bit her lip and nodded once more. “Yeah.”
Ben moved from his side of the breakfast bar and came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her on the low-backed stool as she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Babe. One, they’re not rapists—you know that, Chris knows that. The only way any of those things are going to happen is if you ask for it. Okay?”
She shook her head and sighed.
“Come on, babe, out with it.”
“What…What if I’m not strong enough? What if they get me cumming so hard with a toy—you know they’ll make a reappearance today…or with their fingers, and their cocks are hanging out. What if I grab one and stuff it in my mouth, or in my pussy? What then? What if I initiate a gang-bang?”
Ben hugged her close, leaning down, planting several light kisses on her forehead and then on her eyes forcing her to shut them again. As soon as they did her imagination took over, a fantasy of the four students mauling her as Chris drove his cock into her cum-soaked body played in her head. She shivered and Ben moved his grip to her breasts, cupping them through the thin silk, then moved his mouth lower—to hers, and probed at her lips with his tongue.
Kayla’s eyes fluttered open and she brought her hands up to trap his head and looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. Only ten o’clock—they had a couple of hours yet. She grinned into his kiss—plenty of time.
Feeling the shape of her mouth beneath his change, Ben drew back. “Shower?”
She grinned even wider and nodded. “Shower! But don’t leave any marks.”
Ben stood back to allow her to stand and Kayla looked at the mess breakfast had made of the kitchen.
“Don’t worry about the kitchen, babe. Cleaning up down here after you’ve gone will be a good way to stop me thinking about you spending the day in sexual heaven getting gang-banged by these sexy men!”
“Ben!”
He took her hand pulled her into reach of his embrace once more. “Babe, stop sweating it. What happens…happens. It’s not like you’re premeditating it, is it?”
The way her fantasies played she couldn’t be certain about that so, rather than lie, she lifted her face to his for another kiss, then spoke, her throaty tone telling everything about her need.
“Shower!”
* * * *
During the week Chris had texted her instructions on what to wear, a simple flower print summer dress of hers that he’d remembered. The large red poppies on the white background made the dress stand out and it was one of Ben’s favorites, although that was more for the way even a gentle breeze threatened to turn it inside out over her head!
Given that the wind had freshened during the morning meant Kayla was a bit nervous about wearing it, given Chris’s instructions not to wear anything else other than a pair of white hold-ups and low heels to go with it.
Chris’s car horn sounded outside and she turned to Ben for one last reassurance.
“Go knock ’em dead, sexy. And then come home to get your ass fucked off!”
“It’ll be late—Chris wouldn’t specify a time.”
Ben shrugged.
“I’ll be waiting, so don’t spend too long saying goodbye to Chris, otherwise you might find me football tackling you onto the front lawn and taking you there!”
She tried to feign outrage but couldn’t prevent the giggle bubbling up. He hugged her; gently bussed her lips with his then turned her toward the door and gave her butt a gentle slap.
“Scoot, babe.”
She turned at the door and blew him a kiss and walked down the drive to Chris’s waiting Lexus, aware that one man, her husband, was watching and likely grinning at her back while another, the photographer was watching every movement from the front, and she could see he was
grinning too.
“Morning, sweetcheeks.”
“Hello to you, too.”
She climbed into the car and settled back into the luxurious leather as Chris smoothly pulled away the second she shut the door. She waved to Ben for a fleeting instant then straightened herself up, noticing her dress had ridden up to show off her stocking-tops as she’d settled into the car. She went to pull it straight but desisted as Chris put his hand on hers to stop her.
“Why bother?”
“Because we’re in public, and I’m not your wife.”
He laughed. “Okay, I’ll rephrase that…why bother when you know it’ll be coming off soon?”
“Same answer.”
He shrugged and she pulled the dress straight. They drove on for a couple of minutes in silence then Kayla decided to break it. “Thank you.”
“For what, sweetie?”
“For putting Ben straight last week.”
“That was purely enlightened self-interest—besides you’re both friends, okay? If I hadn’t Teri wouldn’t have let me live it down, or even live for that matter.”
The idea of a very heavily pregnant Teri waddling after her husband with murder in her eyes was an image Kayla couldn’t help giggling over.
“Look, sweetie, it was self-interest. If Ben hadn’t gone home to you, you wouldn’t be here on the way to the shoot as the model for week four of the course. I’d have had to cancel the course, pay back the guys their fees, and I’d be out several thou. Of course it was in my best interest.”
He patted her leg and put his hand back on the wheel to ease them into another lane.
“You’re friends and this course matters to me, but not as much as my friends do, and not as much as their marriage does either.”
She nodded, not able to trust her voice and, grateful for the fact he was watching her out of the corner of his eye, meant she didn’t have to say anything. She swallowed hard to try and force the emotions back down. Her conversation with Ben this morning had left her raw. It was almost as if he’d said, if you lose control, it’s okay to cheat on me. Part of her loved him even more for it, and part wanted to kick him where it hurt for not being more of a possessive caveman about it.
“Chris…”
“What, sweetie?”
“Can I tell you something right now, and know you’ll make sure of it all day?”
He frowned, puzzled by her choice of words.
“You know you said the guys aren’t rapists.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well I’m telling you now, right now, if any of them stick their dicks in my mouth or try and fuck me…it’ll be rape.”
Chris shook his head. “Doesn’t work like that, sweetie, sorry.”
“It does, or you can turn the car round right now and take me home.”
They’d just left the city limits and were now on a quieter road but not one where Chris could pull over and stop. “Sweetie, not going to happen. Trust me on this.”
He had slowed down so he could risk looking at her. After a moment he nodded. “It’s not me you’re worrying about trusting, is it? It’s not the students either. It’s yourself? It’s whether you have the self-control to keep a lid on, isn’t it?”
She nodded.
“Sweetie, I can’t guarantee you won’t lose control…I can’t guarantee you won’t beg one…hell, or even more than one of them to fuck you. If you do, you can’t expect them not to take you up it, given you’ll have already given them an almighty hard-on. That’s too much to expect.”
She shrugged her shoulders in defeat and turned her gaze out of the window, staring at the road until another thought struck her. “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting the guys at the mini-bus again?”
Chris laughed. “Jeez…You change the subject at the drop of a hat, don’t you? I thought only Teri could do that.”
She laughed, her mood restored. “Duh! Any woman learns to do that about the time she learns to walk.”
“To answer your question, sweetie…Brad followed me to where we’re going, driving the bus about an hour ago. We needed to get a few bits set up. So I left from there to pick you up. Okay?”
“Well, where are we going?”
Chris grinned at her then turned his attention back to the road and indicated to the right.
“Perfect timing—we’re here.”
He swung the car through a wrought iron gate onto a long curving gravel driveway sloping gently upward through a stand of trees. She glanced in the wing mirror to see the gate swinging closed behind them and then returned her attention to the house emerging from the trees in front of them.
The low single story ranch-style property was huge, sprawling across their path. She could see the mini-bus pulled up next to a triple garage, which connected to the house by way of what looked like a glassed-in walkway. The front porch stretched the whole width of the property and was longer than their drive. A couple of low slung wooden benches graced it together with a large swing chair and a couple of tables. All the windows in the house were huge but at this time of the day reflected the sun so she couldn’t see in.
“Wow! Some house.”
“You wait till you see inside. It’s a veritable palace of marble and wood.”
“And you are able to use it because…?”
“Because my friend, the realtor, is trying to let it for the owner who’s in Europe for a two year contract. He wants too much money so has been unable to let it. Since I was prepared to rent it for the weekend—bingo, we have a plush pad for today’s shoot. So don’t worry—no grunge.”
“Good!”
Kayla shuddered at the thought of being covered in the cleanser again like she had been last week.
“That’s not to say you won’t work up a sweat—there’s a tennis court out the back and he even has his own basement gym. That’s not to mention a ten man hot-tub, all primed, heated and ready to go. The main bath is huge—you could fit four people in the tub in there too, or the same in the shower—so be careful, sweetie, we might go for some real water shots this time.”
She shot him a dark look, or at least one she hoped he’d interpret that way. Chris parked the car in front of the imposing oak paneled doors with their colored glass surrounds and turned in his seat to look at her.
“You ready for this, Kayla? I mean…ready…really ready?”
Kayla took a deep breath and after a moment nodded. “I guess.”
“Good…hand me the dress, sweetie.”
Chapter 4
Kayla spun to face Chris. “What?”
“I said, hand me the dress. I want them to get some great shots of you arriving naked. The look on your face will make it worthwhile, and their lenses await you.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Why not? You did it a fortnight ago.”
“But that was in your studio. I felt a bit safer there, less exposed.”
Chris snorted his laugher. “Less exposed…while you were naked…God, Kayla!…You crack me up!”
She realized how silly she’d sounded and bit her lip. She really didn’t want to remove her dress.
“Look, Kayla, look around. The one reason this property is perfect for our purposes is it isn’t overlooked—from anywhere. It’s on top of the hill, the trees screen it from the road and there’s open country out the back, also screened by a stand of trees. The only people who are going to see that delectable body of yours are the ones paying for the privilege. Oh, and me, of course.”
She shook her head and he continued as she looked round the front of the house.
“Look, honey, a fortnight ago, that wasn’t just to humiliate you—that was to prove to you that you had the confidence to do it—to walk into a room and behave normally, even though you were in the nude. You proved you could, and that was important. Today there’s a different reason. All four guys—well, maybe not so much Steve, are nervous you are still annoyed with them about last week…”
“I am!”
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sp; “And this is my way of you showing them you’re not. So, take the dress off, walk slowly up the stairs because I know they’re going to take pictures of you doing it, and then…what do you do when you arrive at a house?”
“Er…Knock…”
“Yep, one of them will open the door and the other three will be there, cameras in hand, snapping away. Any awkwardness for everyone—”
“Except little, shy, old naked me.”
“You’re not old, so don’t come that. You’ve proved you’re not shy, either.”
Kayla looked at him, sighed and took another look around the house—he was right, you couldn’t see the road from here at all, and even the gate was out of sight from where they were parked in front of the main door. Knowing she’d picture the situation if she closed her eyes and those images would have their usual effect on her body she nodded, undid her seat belt and leaned forward.
“Well…Are you going to be a gentleman and undo my dress for me?”
He chuckled and leaned in, undid the hook and eye fastening at the top of the zip and slid the zip down, trailing a finger down her naked back which made her shiver at his touch.
“Hey!”
She lifted her ass from the seat and slid the dress out from underneath her, then sat back on the cool leather. The sensation sent another shiver through her and she crossed her arms in front of her and grasped the now waist-high hem of the dress, pulling it inside out over her head.
“Good girl.”
Impishly she stuck her tongue out at him as he surveyed her nakedness left the dress lying on the dashboard and reached for the door handle.
Climbing from the car naked was another new experience to chalk up for Kayla and she tried to do so without flashing too much. Despite the sun reflecting off the large windows in the rooms either side of the doorway, she thought she could see movement and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the men who would be greeting her inside that same front door in about a minute’s time.
“Remember…walk slowly.”
She almost whirled round to tell him to get bent but decided it was best to give him nothing more than a rear view, at least until she was inside. Every fiber of her being cried out for her to sprint up the steps and knock on the door as fast as possible, squash her nakedness against it and dash inside the second the door opened. Chris had said slow, so slow she had to be. She walked carefully, placing one heeled foot across the other as she walked knowing this pushed her hips from side to side and gave her the classic wiggle. The photographer sitting in the car behind her would have a fantastic view of her ass moving from side to side in a slow sensuous writhing motion. The thought of both that and the four men inside the house scrambling to get the best view, and hence the best shot of her naked promenade, sent tingles running up and down her spine.
