by Bridy McAvoy
In front of her the four men were taking shot after shot of her reaction to the images and she felt sure they were capturing the play of different colored reflections off the screen onto the skin of her face. The image changed again and this time the chain connecting the two sets of cuffs was in place, effectively immobilizing her. Another few seconds—this time the blindfold was in place, a man’s hands in shot tying it behind her head. She knew it had been Chris doing it, but only his hands were in shot, and then those were mainly hidden behind her head. The shot changed again and the hands were just retreating out of shot leaving the gag in place, immobilized, vulnerable and unable to even scream. She closed her eyes briefly, remembering how she’d felt at the time.
Kayla knew the image would soon change again and show Chris positioning the vibrator underneath her before asking her to squat down and impale herself. The humiliation of seeing it was one thing—the humiliation of Donna seeing it happen in greater than life-size detail was another. She shook her head and swallowed hard, knowing she couldn’t hide how she felt from the men in front of her.
The image stayed still for a while, her breasts on screen covered in sweat—she remembered panting for breath and realized she was doing so in real life. Once more she closed her eyes and tried to blot out the image.
“Keep your eyes on the screen, sweetie, the best is yet to come.”
She opened her eyes and watched the image dissolve into another. Whoever had taken this particular photograph had crouched very low to the floor and taken his shot up and under her skirt. You could see her legs parted obscenely, the fringe of the skirt at the top of the screen and, right in the shadowed section underneath it, her naked slit, gleaming with her juices.
“Oh!”
She couldn’t help the exclamation as she drank in the image in front of her. Although shadowed by her skirt, on the screen her pussy was clearly visible, enhanced to many times it’s natural size, staring at her as she stared at it.
“That was my shot, that one.”
The whisper came from next to her, and she noticed only Steve and Andy were standing in between her and the screen. Phil dropped into the seat to her left, as Brad leaned over from the screen to her right and gently placed his hand on her knee.
The reason Phil had told her to sit in the middle seat became clear the second Phil placed his hand on her other knee. Both men started to slide their hands up over her stocking-clad thighs as her breathing started to become more erratic. Once more the image changed and Phil leaned in, nuzzling his mouth against her ear as her breasts, hugely magnified, dominated the screen.
“That one’s mine!”
She gulped and swallowed hard, aware both men were now stroking her thighs above the stocking-tops, while their other hands were stroking her arms. Both had turned to face her and Phil was gently nibbling at one ear lobe while, on the other side, Brad had sunk his face into her neck to lick and taste her sensitive skin there.
“No…God…No biting!”
Both men chuckled, their lips sending the rumble of their laughter reverberating into her.
“Put your arms around us, Kayla, there’s a good girl.”
She panted for breath but knew the moment of surrender to Chris’s plan was long past so lifted her arms into the air, dropping them to the back of the seats behind the two men, unwilling to actually touch them properly. With her arms out of the way, each man took the chance to slide a hand onto her chest, cupping each breast, while their other hands moved to the inside of her thighs. They exerted a subtle pressure, pulling on the sensitive flesh to get her to open her legs more.
On screen you could see a man positioning the vibrator between her spread legs and then the picture changed, showing a full length shot as her face showed the astonishment of her vulva coming into contact with it. At that moment one of the men, she thought it was Brad but she wasn’t sure, touched the front of her panties with one finger, pushing the soft fabric between her already swollen pussy lips.
“Urgh!”
She grunted, unable to find the words to explain how she felt as her thighs started to tremble. The two men let go of her breasts and started to work on her blouse buttons, working together down from her neck toward her waist. Once undone, they gently drew the thin fabric away exposing her yellow bra and its precious content to the eyes of everyone in the room.
Throughout the process of undressing her, the mouths of both Brad and Phil remained in contact with the sensitive flesh of her neck and earlobes. She panted for breath and, unsure why, turned her head toward Brad, looking at the image on the screen from the corner of her eyes as her lips parted. The screen now showed a close-up of her pussy engulfing the vibrator and, from the flushed tones of her skin, she was sure she’d just cum at that point. Brad’s lips touched hers and she started…then couldn’t stop her lips molding to his and kissing him back as his tongue entered her mouth.
She felt someone’s hand move across her back and arched it to allow Phil the desired access to the catch on her bra and, a moment later, felt the fabric containing her breasts relax. The kiss deepened and she couldn’t control her emotions as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, the orgasm triggered by the wanton way she was reacting to their touch.
Her body went rigid and shook, and she all but screamed into Brad’s moth as the passion overtook her, then collapsed back into the seat, breaking the kiss and panting for breath as the screen changed once more to show her squatting on the stage in the bar a week earlier, with the vibrator fully buried inside her.
She was vaguely aware of Brad and Phil standing up and moving away, then Andy and Steve taking their places sitting next to her. She’d left her arms across the back of the two chairs so their bodies effectively provided a way of pinioning her in the seat without the physical restraints Chris had promised not to use.
She was aware Donna had moved closer, too, as Brad and Phil picked up their cameras and began to shoot the other two men as they took their turn to seduce her in front of the cameras.
Chris moved closer too, observing from just out of the angle of the cameras, and started giving low voiced instructions which she couldn’t quite hear—a low buzz of background noise rather than anything that made sense.
Andy had immediately made a play for her breasts, reaching across and flipping her unfastened bra higher on her chest, exposing her nipples to his fingers. His index finger and thumb fastened around each nipple and he squeezed and rolled and pulled on them until she was gasping for air. Steve had instead gone for the main prize, whether by pre-arranged plan or simply taking the opportunity, His hands shot up under her skirt, grabbed the waistband of the panties and tugged sharply. Unable to lift very far she nevertheless tried and, within seconds, the panties were down around her knees. He pushed them further, placing one hand under her left knee and urged it upward. Taking the hint, she lifted her left leg and he stripped them down and off, although he left them tangled around the right heel of her shoe.
She put her head back, closing her eyes again, then heard Chris tell her to open and look. Fastening her gaze on the screen, she almost screamed, the noise coming from her throat strangled as she lurched up in the seat. On screen a man’s cock was in the process of shooting a second stream of cum onto her bared chest—the first one already coating her left breast in a string that went straight across her nipple. The clarity was incredible and, expanded to fill the screen as it was, the image was powerful.
Steve didn’t bother to ask for her co-operation, simply pushed her legs as far apart as the chair would let him, ran his hand straight up to, and cupped, her pussy in the palm of his hand, pressing against her labia, his thumb seeking and finding her sensitive clit. When he inserted two fingers straight into her, and Andy’s mouth descended to capture and then suck one of her nipples, her hips bucked and she screamed out loud.
Steve drove his fingers in and out of her and, each time he achieved the furthest insertion, his thumb mashed against her clit and his lit
tle finger brushed against her asshole. She couldn’t keep still, despite Andy’s weight across her chest, and she was moaning continuously until Steve thrust a third finger into her, working her with all three. She shuddered and groaned and came again, unable to stop her body responding to the total sensual overload.
As the two men moved away to resume their photographic duties she felt another body insert itself into the chair to her left. She looked to her front and could see all four of the mature students with their cameras in front of their faces and, when she glanced to her right, she could see Chris, which only left…
Kayla swiveled her head and found herself looking into the smiling eyes of the realtor.
“I told you a little lie, sweetie. I’m not gay—that was the truth, but I am bi.”
“Wha…What?”
She brought her arm down to cover her naked breasts, trying to move the other one from the back of the chair the other woman was now sitting on, but she couldn’t wriggle it past her. Donna chuckled as she popped open the lid to the concealed compartment in the arm of the chair. The vibrator emerged in her hand and Kayla couldn’t take her eyes off the sex toy, wielded in the hand of another woman. The four men were crowded forward now—obviously agog to see what this other woman was going to do to an already sexually stimulated model.
“Please…Please…”
“Please what, Kayla? Please put it in me…or please don’t? Which is it?”
Kayla shook her head but found herself unable to speak as the brunette sealed her mouth with her own. Friendly pecks on the cheek were one thing, but apart from a couple of drunken fumbles in college before she met Ben, she’d never been anywhere near kissing another woman. Donna’s lips were soft where they touched, teasing her as the other woman’s tongue forced its way between her parted lips. She felt the woman’s fingers pressing against the inside of her thighs, and then felt the cool metal of the toy touch just above the top of her left stocking. She flinched, inadvertently opening her legs wider, allowing Donna to slide the toy closer to its target.
The woman moved her lips off hers and down onto the hollow of her neck. Still reeling from the previous orgasm, her senses in bits as her head lolled back under the stimulus of Donna nibbling at her neck, she couldn’t prevent the other woman gaining access between her legs. The metal end of the vibrator touched her sensitized labia, and then pushed an inch or so of its length in between them. She felt Donna fumbling slightly for a moment, then the buzzing sound started and the vibrations began to reverberate through her core.
“Ughh…!”
She grunted and moaned as Donna pushed it a couple of inches further, her hand wrapped around the base of it as she flicked the intensity up another notch. Donna’s lips fastened on her left breast and Kayla arched her back pressing the soft flesh into the other woman’s hot mouth as the frenzy once more descended on her body.
She thrashed in her seat as the orgasm took her higher, her foot contacting something solid as the spasms swept through her. Her back arched and her hips bucked against the seat and she could hear her own voice screaming at the intensity of the pleasure sweeping through her. Her head lolled all the way back, colliding with the backrest of the seat as she slumped forward, the waves slowly subsiding as they rolled through her. Kayla’s pussy expelled the slippery metal object back into Donna’s hand as the realtor broke the contact with her and backed away, leaving her wantonly spent, her legs splayed as far apart as possible, her breathing beyond ragged.
After a minute she opened her eyes. Everyone was giving her space. She heard the door behind Chris close and checked who was still in the room. It had been Donna leaving the room and she focused her eyes on Chris as he gestured for the photographers to gather up their equipment. The lights brightened in the room as the screen went dark and Kayla struggled to pull herself upright in the seat—still not able to trust her legs to support her she remained sitting.
“Bastard!”
Chris shrugged and then sat in the seat next to her. “You enjoyed it, sweetie, don’t deny it.”
“That line isn’t going to work anymore. I’ve had it with your surprises! No more!”
Once more he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay…”
She glared at him but still heard his soft whisper.
“Until the next time.”
“Bastard!”
Her breathing was just about back to normal.
“Donna?”
“Gone. That was a one-time thing.”
“Good.”
Part of her agreed with her own words, but she felt numb as she realized there was another part that hadn’t wanted the contact with another woman’s soft hands and mouth to end.
“I suspect you fancy another shower?”
She nodded.
“Half an hour, sweetie. We’re going to warm up the pizzas so we can all have a bite to eat and a beer. How’s that sound?”
“The owner left pizza and beer?”
She giggled at her own slip—it was obvious Chris would have brought the supplies in himself. The thought of food and a refreshing Bud was more than enough to restore her good mood, which she hadn’t expected to happen anytime soon.
Chris ignored her question and ploughed on. “We’ve going to have a break, get you cleaned up, all of us fed…then we’re going to move to the outside shoots.”
Her sudden good mood evaporated as quickly as it had begun.
Chapter 7
The pizza had been good, although she normally preferred either home made from scratch or takeaway. Frozen pizza didn’t make the grade, but she’d been hungry as had the guys and they’d demolished the three pizzas in very short order. She’d been disappointed with the beer, too. She preferred Bud to Rolling Rock, but Chris had only bought the latter—at least it was cold and wet, the two most important qualities.
It hadn’t taken her long to follow Chris’s instructions on her outfit for the next shoot either. The tennis dress was simple, with just a zip up the front. The fact it was teamed with her bare skin and no underwear was no particular surprise. The white lace-top bobby socks were cute but didn’t really go with the severe lines of the dress—they seemed to belong to a different age. Her own sneakers completed the job.
Kayla hefted the racquet, noticing it was an expensive one but a bit heavy compared to the one she had at home on the odd occasion she played. Not that she expected to be playing a proper game of tennis. The dress was also too thin to be a real sports dress and, although it looked like the ones she saw the pros play in on the TV, it was flimsier and molded itself to her body.
“Are you ready?”
Chris’s voice floated through the doorway—although it was opaque he’d opened the ranch door to her dressing room, her sanctuary, an inch or so and, when she glanced at the door, it surprised her to see Chris had been enough of a gentleman to stand with his back to the opening instead of peering in lecherously.
She sighed before replying, then gave her reflection one last check in the mirror.
“I guess.”
She walked over to the door, slid it all the way open and stepped out onto the deck. Chris put his hand out to stop her closing the door.
“You’ll want to go back in that way, so leave it—it can be a bit stiff.”
She eyed him suspiciously but couldn’t find any fault with what he’d said and followed him down the four steps at the end of the deck—down onto the level section of the lawn. The tennis court was properly marked, and the white lines looked fresh as if they’d been redone on top of the grass surface. The net looked new, too, and she guessed someone kept the property well maintained while the owner was away. That thought sent her brain into a spin, and she looked around anxiously to see if there was anyone else there. Chris had used her in a surprise move to pay off one favor, and she didn’t put it past him to do so again. She couldn’t see anyone other than the five guys.
As soon as she stepped out of the shelter of the building, a breeze caught her
and the lightness of the skirt caused it to flip up. She squealed, then realized that had merely called the men’s attention to her inadvertent leg show and blushed furiously as she tried to hold the dress down. Not for the first time she cursed her ability to blush so easily. They all grinned at her and the four students returned their attention to the cameras as Chris gestured for her to move to the other side of the net from the four men.
“Right. The guys know what we’re doing but, for your benefit, Kayla, they are going to concentrate on the art of taking pictures through one medium and focusing on you. They’ll be shooting through the net, keeping some of the strings of the net in shot at all times, while you are, obviously, on the other side of the net.”
He grinned.
“To give it some authenticity, I’m going to toss tennis balls over to you and you’re going to hit them back. If you can drive one of them at one of the men so it hits the net in front of them, then all the better. That could give a really interesting shot. After a while, we’ll turn it into a contest—the one you manage to hit with the ball gets to play coach.”
The first bit made sense, the second bit about trying to hit the balls made sense, too, but the last bit worried her. If one of them was going to be playing the role of a coach she could already see the way that would play out.
Chris stooped and picked up a couple of balls as the four men settled into sitting positions on the grass the other side of the net from her. He took up a position a few yards behind her as they brought their cameras up to their faces. Kayla thought hard—she’d been pretty good at most racquet games throughout her youth and, although it had to be over a year since she’d played, the skill sets would still be there—albeit rusty. Maybe this was the chance to have some fun at the guy’s expense! She resolved to take it slowly, and build toward some more powerful shots.
The first couple of balls Chris threw to her were gentle tosses, and she lobbed them back without having to move very far. The third ball he tossed higher and she had to scramble back and take the ball over her head. The attempted smash dribbled up to the net and she guessed he’d tossed the ball out of her reach deliberately to get her to reveal more flesh in stretching for the shot. The breeze was still playing havoc with her skirt and she was sure they were getting flashes of more than just thigh as she moved around the court.
