by Bridy McAvoy
“So, where do you want me?”
Kayla blushed as Brad laughed, rather too late recognizing she’d made a slip there— a sexual innuendo which was easy to misconstrue.
“Maybe later, sweetheart, maybe later. For now, though, we have to take some pictures…and don’t forget we have an audience.”
She sighed and looked at him, then smiled. “Do I have to say it again? Where do you want me…to pose?”
He grinned before answering. “Chris says it has to be in the area in front of the window, so where you are is great, okay?”
She nodded.
“Ready?”
She nodded again.
“Good. Then let’s get started. Stand facing the window, please, Kayla, with one hand on your hip, the other just down by your side then, without moving your body, turn your head and look back at me over your left shoulder.”
His camera was up in front of his face, but he was standing off to the side, so as not to be in the line of sight of everyone else’s cameras.
“Looking good, Kayla, looking good. Can you change the smile into more of a pout, please? Good. Now I want you to turn to face me—not quite with your back to the window, more a three-quarter shot. Really pout. Keep your eyes on me.”
Brad moved from his position on her left, across in front of her and then round to her right until he was standing right by the edge of the window, and from his angle the huge bed had to be right behind her. She watched as he reached behind him with one hand and fished out a tripod previously hidden by the curtains, then shook the legs out and, in an amazing feat of dexterity, locked them into place with one hand without looking. He locked the camera on top, adjusting it to point directly at her, and fiddled with the controls.
“It’ll take a picture every two seconds. That way I can guide you into each pose without having to talk you through it.”
She gulped as his intention came clear. There was no way this man was avoiding talking—he wouldn’t be talking because his hands and mouth were going to be busy. The angle was perfect, capturing her in front of the window, and the bed was within the camera’s field of view, too. She simply stood still as he walked back to stand in front of her, her head turning to keep direct eye contact with him. She heard the shutter click, and a couple of seconds later click again, then after another pause, once more. Brad nodded to himself—he’d been waiting for the sounds to confirm he’d set the camera up right. He looked over at it, seemed satisfied it was pointing in the correct direction still, and turned his attention back to her. She couldn’t suppress the shiver.
Brad held his arms out and stepped in close, then wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain the eye contact. Kayla wasn’t too happy with this turn of events and already her mind was working, playing out the same scenario time after time as each of the four men took their turn undressing her. It was already way too obvious she wouldn’t be removing her own clothes in this session.
Brad moved one hand higher up her back and gently pulled her closer till her chest was nestling against his. She tucked her head sideways against his shoulder, swallowed nervously, then closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her breathing. Just as before that proved to be a mistake—visions of him slowly unzipping her dress, pushing it off her shoulders to cascade to the floor, then turning her around so he could grind his erection against her ass as he stripped her of her underwear with the others watching, roared through her head. She felt his hands move in reality—one moving higher, sliding up her back—the other moving lower onto the upper curve of her butt. Her breathing quickened, the automatic responses to her situation kicking in. If she tuned out the sound of the intermittent shutter from the camera in the corner, and pretended the glass was still opaque, she was alone with Brad— situation she would normally have been able to deal with, if not avoid completely, but the camera and her commitment to work for Chris rendered the normal defensive disentanglements impossible.
She’d expected Brad’s hand to stop at the top of the zip on the back of the dress but instead it moved higher, to the back of her neck where it started a slow sensuous massage, his other hand dropping fully onto her ass. They stayed like that for what seemed like several minutes—one hand massaging her neck while the other moved in slow circles on her butt. The seduction technique was obvious and she could feel not only her own warmth growing as her body responded to his touch, but his ever more obvious hard-on pressing against her stomach.
His hand slid round her neck from the back, his fingers taking gentle charge of her chin, turning her hand toward his then tilting it back so she was looking straight up. She knew her eyes widened at the thought of him kissing her but did nothing to resist as his lips descended to hers, knowing all the time the others were taking pictures of them. His lips met hers and it felt like a spark had shot through them—his lips already open, the tip of his tongue probing against her lips without anything like an invitation. Brad kept his lips moving against her mouth, and having sensed she wasn’t going to make any physical objection to his kiss, moved his hand from her chin onto her back where he held her close, his fingers finding the tab on the dress zip and pulling it down.
She tried to frown against him but he took the movement of her lips as an invitation and pressed his tongue even harder against them. She opened them to speak a protest and knew she’d made a mistake when his tongue brushed past her teeth to find hers nestling in her mouth.
The zip was halfway down now, and he stopped there to put his hand flat on her naked back just below the strap of the bra, crushing her to him as his tongue probed. His other hand wasn’t still either—as it moved over her ass he gathered the fabric of the skirt in his fingers, lifting the hem higher on her legs, exposing the tops of her stockings to the watchers. He pushed the hand on her back lower, dragging the zip down as it went and, jerking his other hand upward, then reached below the raised hem of the skirt to put his hand on her ass cheek covered only by her panties. She groaned at the contact and he broke the kiss—she could see he was breathing heavily as he smiled into her eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this. I know you are…Your eyes are sparkling, your body trembling.”
She swallowed hard, trying not to respond but couldn’t stop the soft smile playing on her lips. His hands moved to her shoulders and pushed the straps of her dress off them and the soft fabric caught on her upper arms. She started—she couldn’t remember wrapping her arms around him, but at some point during the last few minutes she must have done so. She lowered them to her sides and allowed the straps to fall as far as her wrists, the front of her dress still caught between their bodies. He used his hands to gently sway her back away from his chest allowing the dress to cascade off her breasts and catch in a ring around her waist. She looked at him and he nodded, so she moved her hands to the loose fabric and pushed it over her hips to flutter all the way to the floor. He held her almost at arm’s length as his eyes drank in her body, sweeping up and down, making her shudder as he devoured the sexy underwear with a look that seared her to the bone.
He dropped his hands to hers and lifted them up, above her head, then twirled her to face the glass window where she could see the vague outlines of the other men. Not wishing to think about them, she closed her eyes as Brad moved in close behind her, taking care to place his erection in the channel between her cheeks and pulled her back against him. She knew her nipples showed through the thin fabric cups of the bra, and knew her slit showed lower down, too, presenting an erotic sight to the photographers, let alone the closer tripod mounted camera belonging to Brad.
He brought her hands back over her head and then behind his to wrap around his neck and she clasped her fingers together as his hands returned to her waist, her body now totally unprotected and available to his fingers. They moved in lazy circles on her bare skin above her waist, moving slowly onto the uncontested skin of her flat stomach. She moaned and bit her lip to stop the sounds of her heat emerging and
arousing him further. Brad dropped his head toward her neck and she tilted her head to one side to allow him access to the sensitive skin just below her chin, failing to suppress another moan as his lips settled there and started to nip at her skin, while his hands slid up her stomach to cup her breasts from below. For a moment she thought he was pumping his cock against her ass in slow rhythmic movements then realized, with chagrin, it was her own body moving against the rigid pole.
After a minute, Brad moved his hands to her cleavage and his fingers found the catch on her strapless front loader. Although they’d all seen her breasts—and more, before, it felt like the first time again for Kayla. She shuddered as the catch popped open, knowing her hard nipples would be fully revealed to the watching men and their lenses any second. She groaned as the bra hit the floor—they didn’t get to see her naked breasts for long as Brad’s hands covered them as he cupped them, her nipples responding to the pressure from the soft flesh of his palms.
Her moans were louder to her own ears now, knowing that the moment he stripped her panties down onto her legs and touched her sex, she’d cum, but Brad was still toying with her, driving her wilder and wilder. His hands moved—but not down her body; instead they moved to the upper slopes of her breasts and then started to rub her nipples with his thumbs. Although his hands were soft from office work, the balls of his thumbs were not, the roughened skin catching at and dragging the nipple in the direction of their movement, wringing gasp after gasp from her mouth. He lifted his lips from her neck and spoke for the first time since he’d started to undress, or rather strip, her.
“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you, Kayla…? Once your panties are off. You know I’m going to touch you there, to play with your pussy, to touch your slit, to run my finger up and down its length, to feel your wetness, spread it upward to surround and bathe that erect little clit of yours, so it squeezes between my fingers when I pinch it.”
She was panting for breath as she listened to his lewd words, knowing the others could see him talking and see her reactions, but couldn’t hear him.
“You want that to happen, don’t you? You want me to make you cum, don’t you, Kayla?”
She nodded.
“No…not good enough. Tell me…ask me…plead with me to make you cum.”
“Oh…God!” She gasped for breath and shuddered again, grinding her ass back against his cock. “Please…Jeez…I can’t believe I’m saying this…Make me cum! Make me cum!”
He chuckled and his hands dropped to her waist, toying with the string of her panties but going no further as she writhed against him, her own hands pinioned behind his neck, leaving her exposed to anything he wanted to do to her.
“Not just yet, Kayla, not just yet.”
The fingers of his left hand slid slowly onto the front of her pussy, pushing the thin fabric of her panties against her pubic hair—but not moving down onto her slit as he continued to talk to her, not bothering to whisper into her ear since the others couldn’t hear him.
“You do know what’s going to happen here, don’t you, Kayla? Each of us is going to kiss you, undress you, display you to the others and make you cum on our fingers.”
She nodded, gasping as his hand moved lower, touching her pussy though the panties, rubbing the length of her slit as she spread her legs to afford him access.
“That’s what you want. But what’s going to stop one of us taking it up to another level, Kayla? Will you have the willpower to stop one of us, maybe me, maybe one of the others, maybe Steve with his crude language, pushing you down to your knees and telling you to suck his cock—maybe asking you to climb on the bed on all fours so he can take you from behind. What’s to stop that happening, Kayla?”
His words struck like nails being driven into her psyche. Her body was in constant motion as he toyed with her pussy, knowing his right hand was slowly dragging down the waist band on that side, exposing more and more of her and, even more importantly, exposing what he was doing to her sex. She wanted to scream ‘no’ at him—let him know it wouldn’t happen, let him know it couldn’t happen. Visions swirled behind her closed eyelids, visions of Brad dropping her to her knees, and her pulling his cock from his open fly and sucking it into her mouth—visions of Steve pushing her toward the bed and her climbing onto it, on all fours, legs wide apart, ass in the air, begging him to fuck her doggy style. The next vision was even worse—as Steve fucked her like that she became aware the men had opened the door and crowded into the room and she was surrounded by naked rampant cocks.
“No!”
Her eyes opened and her body stiffened as he pushed her panties into her, his finger sliding between her outer lips with no resistance whatsoever.
“Urgghh!”
She grunted and her legs started to tremble, violent spasms passing through her as the orgasm kicked in and he fulfilled her wish to make her cum on his finger.
“Will you, Kayla…will you give in to temptation and suck my cock…right here right now?”
She shook her head in denial, while her body screamed ‘yes’ at her.
“You know you want to!”
“No!”
Kayla almost screamed the denial of what her body wanted, then allowed her body to savor the reward of the orgasmic bliss his finger had induced. He’d been busy, pushing her panties down onto her thighs where they acted like a huge constricting band, holding her legs close, but not all the way, together. Now, with unrestricted access and no barrier fabric, his finger was plunging in and out of her rapidly for a few seconds, then stopping and sliding slowly up and down her slit, just the tip buried between her soft folds.
She arched her back, pushing her ass back against him as he continued to concentrate all her efforts on her pussy, but never unlocking her fingers from around the back of his neck, from fear of falling as her legs felt so weak, unable to support her on their own.
A second finger joined the first and she could feel his prick twitching against her still moving ass.
“You like me finger-fucking you, don’t you, Kayla? You want something more, though—something more filling, like a real cock in there? You want me to fuck you, Kayla? You want me to take you over to that huge bed and fuck you? To spread your legs and wrap them around my ass as I enter you?”
She shook her head, desperate to forestall him actually doing what her fantasies were playing out in her head, as her body drove relentlessly toward another climax.
“Admit it, Kayla. You need a fuck, right now…a good fuck!”
“No!”
Another orgasm started without warning as a third finger penetrated her. His other hand was busy too, sliding back up her body to pinch her nipple as her back arched once more and the spasm broke her grip on his neck. She’d have fallen but she was vaguely aware of Brad moving quickly to catch her, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her up as she gasped for breath on legs too weak to stand.
“Ah well, maybe it’s not my time…this time.” He chuckled again. “But, you’ve got to do this three more times. One of us is going to get lucky, and when that dam breaks you are in for the time of your life!”
There was a chair to one side of the window, next to the bed, and he guided her over to it and then gently turned her so she could sit. She clutched the arms and panted for breath, knowing the state she was in looked irresistible to any man—her body covered in sweat, her panties around her thighs, her nipples erect and her pussy glistening. She glared at him then turned her face as the door slid open and Chris stepped into the room.
“Good job, Brad. Time to freshen up and get dressed again, sweetie. We’re going to do this scene again, remember…with a different partner and, after that performance, Steve is positively chomping at the bit.”
Kayla glared at him then pushed herself to her feet, still shaky from the aftermath of her double orgasm, still shaken by the things Brad had said to her.
“You can use the bathroom in here, sweetie. Save the walk.”
Wa
lking into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror-tiled wall, then realized her mistake—she hadn’t picked up her clothes. When she turned round, Chris was standing in the doorway holding them out to her. “Forgotten something?”
“Get bent!”
He chuckled and moved away from the doorway as she fastened the bra around her chest and looked in distaste at the sodden panties. She swabbed them down as best she could with a handful of tissue then pulled them up, her legs shuddering as the now cold dampness touched her heated thighs, before stepping back into the dress and zipping it up.
Chapter 10
When she returned to the bedroom Chris had gone back out through the sliding glass door and closed it behind him taking Brad with him. In Brad’s place, Steve stood, smiling, waiting for her, his camera already on the tripod next to the door, but pointing across the door rather than into the room as Brad’s had been. Kayla raised an eyebrow in question and Steve gestured for her to stand right next to the sliding glass doors.
“Right there, please, Kayla. Put both hands in the middle of the door. Once she’d taken up the position he’d indicated, he moved over to the camera and adjusted its aim and focus for a few seconds, but didn’t change its viewing angle. He stepped back and the camera clicked, Kayla counted slowly and, at three, it clicked again. Steve, now happy it was working to his satisfaction, moved to stand just behind her. She watched his reflection in the glass warily, wondering what this, the crudest of the guys, wanted her to do.
“You look stunning, Kayla. Very, very sexy. But once I’ve done, you’ll look even sexier—and, I bet, feel even sexier to me.”
