by Bridy McAvoy
They shot pictures from the side, of her leaning over the sink, her breasts hanging down. They got her to open the refrigerator and bend over, legs straight, to retrieve something from the bottom shelf. She was surprised when Steve didn’t drop to the floor to take pictures up her skirt. He’d have had a fantastic view this time, especially if he got her to open her legs. Maybe he didn’t because it was Jim’s shoot.
Then they moved into the dining room and had her pose leaning back against one of the dining room chairs—now with another button on her skirt undone. By now the exhibitionism of posing with her breasts virtually naked, and knowing her pussy was bare under the skirt, was working its effect on her. The anticipation of losing the skirt in the very near future just accentuated that feeling and her smile for the camera was genuine, the blush more of passion than embarrassment as the two men fussed in front of her.
“Ready to change it up a gear, doll?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Good. I want you to sit on the dining table, with your legs dangling over the edge. Lean back on your arms.”
She swallowed hard and lifted herself carefully into the chosen position. She knew Max couldn’t see very much from where the webcams were positioned, but he could still see and, just as importantly, hear them.
“Not quite right. Let me just pull you to where I want you.” Jim put his camera down on the table next to her, gently using his hands to pry her knees apart. She felt a moment of apprehension but didn’t prevent him as he pushed her legs as far apart as the skirt would allow. She looked up into his face as he stepped into the space. Julia felt vulnerable, more so than when she’d been naked after taking the other dress off, but that very vulnerability seemed to stoke her arousal.
Letting go of her legs, he slid his hands around behind her and pulled her forward. She gasped as she felt the skirt trying to stay where it was and it partially did so, rucking up underneath her as her legs slid further into view. The position was precarious. She felt like she was about to slip all the way off the table and had to lean back even harder to prevent that from happening.
Jim stepped back and picked up his camera as Steve gave a low whistle. Julia didn’t want to look down to see how exposed she was. When both men dropped to their knees in front of her, she knew her pussy was in plain view through the slit in the front of her skirt. Heat flooded to her face, but at the same time her nipples were like bullets under the see-through blouse. The pussy they were photographing was wet. She could feel the way her copious moisture was starting to spread over her thighs.
A shudder ran through her body as Jim shuffled closer on his knees then, reaching up, popped open the next button on her skirt. It was only fastened around her waist now as he pulled it out to the sides. With her legs spread like this, her pussy was fully exposed to their lenses.
If either of them actually touched her slit, she knew she’d be unable to prevent the explosion.
Jim stood back, picking up his camera again, and took shot after shot. Steve was close behind him taking his pictures as well, and she hoped Max was getting a good view from the distant webcam. She was trying not to look at them too closely, remembering the warning about the intensity of the flash guns which continued to light up the room with a strobe-like effect.
“That skirt’s not exactly doing much for you now, is it, sweetie?” Jim stepped back between her legs and both his hands dropped to her waist. “In fact, the only thing it’s good for is to provide some padding between your perfect ass and that hard wooden table top.”
With a start, she realized he’d put his camera down again, and as his fingers fiddled with the button at her waist, she could see Steve crowding in close behind him, leaning around to take close-ups of the moment her skirt came loose.
She stared up at the top of Jim’s head as he spread the skirt open to both sides of her. His face was angled down, staring straight at her naked pussy. She tried hard not to moan as his hands returned to the tops of her thighs. This time around they’d upped the ante and were touching her.
“Lift your head and look up. In fact, tilt your head back and look up at the ceiling. Open your mouth as if you’re gasping from pleasure at what he’s doing between your legs.” Steve’s words seared into her brain and she did as he said, closing her eyes and sighing as Jim slid his hands inward across her naked flesh, getting closer to her mound. She tried not to squirm.
“Keep your eyes open, baby. We want to see your reaction when you cum.”
Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head upright, staring into Steve’s camera lens, ignoring the flash as he shot picture after picture. She groaned, unable to prevent herself reacting as Jim’s fingers found her wet outer lips, and her hips flinched under her as he started to probe along its length.
“She’s wet.”
“I know that. You should see those bedroom eyes staring at my camera. Stick your finger in and make her cum.”
She wanted to protest but any words died on her lips as Jim used one set of fingers to spread her apart and thrust the index finger of his right hand into her. Wordless moans filled the room as he started fucking his finger in and out, and it turned her on even more knowing that Max was listening to them making her cum this way, even if he couldn’t see exactly what Jim was doing to her.
His fast fucking-motion action brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. Steve reached past his camera with one hand, but still somehow managed to keep firing off shot after shot one-handed, and grabbed her breast, squeezing it. The nipple slid between two of his fingers and he clamped them shut, trapping the hardened bud. She almost screamed at the sensation as her nerves seemed to catch fire, then the orgasm crested and she could feel her pussy muscles convulse as they tried to grab hold of Jim’s intruding finger. She shook and shuddered for several seconds as the orgasm rolled through her, panting for air as her heart thumped in her chest.
As her heart rate started to settle, she felt something between her legs, and before she could react, something hard and hot pressed against her opening, before pushing a couple of inches inside her. Julia opened her eyes and stared straight into the triumphant face of Jim as he wrapped one arm around her and slid her toward the edge of the table, impaling her even further.
She’d known they would be expecting to fuck her during the evening—she’d expected it, even welcomed it—but hadn’t been ready for it to happen so soon. Gasping for air, she thought about screaming for him to stop, but didn’t. Max would hear her and hundreds of miles away would be unable to stop them. Besides, after her recent orgasm, she was a sucker for the attention and, as he pushed the last inch into her, she lifted herself up, sitting upright and wrapping one arm around the back of his neck for support.
He started to pull out, and for a moment she felt disappointment, then he pushed in again, filling her, and she grunted softly past his ear.
As he started fucking her in earnest and her soft grunts became louder moans, she thought about what Max could see from the camera on the other side of the family room. All he would see was Jim’s rhythmically jerking butt, her arm around his neck, and hear her soft sounds of pleasure.
“He’s fucking me. Oh, shit…more…give me more.” The porn style dialogue was purely for Max’s benefit, not for Jim, but he took her word for it and started pounding into her harder than ever. Her butt started to leave the surface of the table with every thrust.
Steve grinned as he shot picture after picture of the obscene event, and the thought of being photographed while being fucked sent shivers of arousal up and down her spine.
Jim was obviously turned on by having her cum all over his finger, so wasn’t going to last long, as evidenced by the fact his thrusts were becoming more erratic. She knew she wasn’t going to get to another orgasm before he blew his load. He pulled out and pushed back on her chest, and she dropped back to her elbows as he grabbed his cock in one hand and aimed it at her chest. The first ropey stream shot out and landed hot and sti
cky on her thin blouse, instantly soaking through the thin material to her skin. She moaned in surprise as jet after jet followed the first, soaking through onto her skin. Flashes continued to pop around her as Steve took picture after picture of his porn film finish. Then Jim reeled away and Steve put his camera down. This time, she heard him lower his zip and she stayed where she was as he stepped between her legs, his hand already shucking his cock. He pressed into her as Jim grabbed his camera and started taking pictures.
* * * *
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She frowned at Jim, wondering if she’d ever get the flimsy blouse clean after both of them had shot their jism all over it. It stuck to her skin in several places, the thick liquid cooling and feeling clammy.
“Not so sure about that.”
“Why don’t you give hubby a wave bye-bye?”
“Bye-bye?”
“Sure. The agreement was he could only watch live until we were ready to fuck you. We already have, so we’re going to switch the camera over to video now.”
She frowned again, but it was true. She wondered what Max in his hotel room was thinking, but she’d minimized the window so couldn’t see his image. She desperately wanted to run to the laptop and turn the window back on so she could see his face; check he was still okay with this.
Almost in answer to her tortured thoughts, her phone chirped with an incoming text.
Go with it, baby. Magnificent, you were magnificent. Can’t wait till Thursday but guess I’ll have to. Book Friday off. You won’t be able to walk by the time I’ve finished fucking you. Go for it, honey. Enjoy what these two old perverts are going to enjoy continuing to do to you. Love M xxx
She shuddered and closed the phone before either of them could see the message.
“Max?”
“Yeah.” She waved at the webcams and took a deep breath. “He’s fine with it. Kill the live link and set it to record.”
“We’ll do that. I guess you’d like a shower?”
“Yeah.”
“And we’re still not allowed to take pictures upstairs?”
“You’re not allowed upstairs, period.”
“So, how about if you use the family bathroom and then dry off in front of the back bedroom window as we shoot from the garden?”
“No. I mean it, no. After what you both did, I need a few minutes of alone time.”
“Okay, okay. Can’t blame me for trying.”
“I’m not.” She smiled to show she hadn’t taken offence, although she was adamant that line wasn’t going to get crossed.
“This next outfit—I hope it includes lace lingerie and stockings?”
She sighed. “Men!”
They chuckled, and after a few seconds she nodded.
“Good. When you’re ready would you mind calling us so we can take pictures of you walking down the stairs?”
She couldn’t really object to that, although it hadn’t been in the original script they’d agreed. “Okay.”
“Good. We’ll see you soon, then.”
“Fine. Listen, if you want, there’s beer in the refrigerator, and some chips and stuff in bowls next to it. Help yourself.”
“Thank you, although in some respects, we already did.”
She looked down at the spunk-soaked blouse, the goo still congealing on her stomach.
“I know, and I want to get this washed off.”
“Hey, we thought you’d like a porn star finish.”
“In a word, no.”
It was only when she was halfway up the stairs that she realized nobody had turned off the link, and Max had witnessed the entire conversation. She paused for a second then continued upstairs. Did it make any difference if he heard it now, or later when he watched the recording?
* * * *
Although the shower had got her clean on the outside, Julia’s mind was more concerned with the guilty feelings she couldn’t get rid of. Max had let her cheat—hell, he’d almost encouraged her on several occasions—but he’d never seen it happen. Sure, she and he had seduced Grace, their next door neighbor, before her husband had been transferred to the back of beyond, somewhere in Montana. But that had been a woman, and not a man. He’d never seen her being fucked before. Okay, he’d known something had been going on in the nightclub a few weeks ago. Her more and more disheveled look and the obvious loss of more and more clothing had been a dead giveaway, but even then, the only man to fuck her that night had been her husband.
Now her mind was trying to process the fact he’d been watching a webcam image of two men fucking her, one after the other, and he seemed okay with that, despite being hundreds of miles away.
She finished attaching her stockings to her garters and stood up to check everything looked balanced before she reached for her panties. Her pussy looked redder than usual, and she knew why, the knowledge eliciting a shiver. It always looked that way after a fuck. The white lace set seemed to glow on her tanned skin as she snugged the crotch of the panties into place and picked up her bra.
As her breasts disappeared inside their lace cocoons, she tried hard not to think too much about what was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. This would only be her third outfit, and she’d agreed to model six for the money sitting on her dressing table. Her eyes darted to the stack of notes and she swallowed hard. Were they paying her for the modelling, or were they paying her for the sex? The first was just dirty, the latter something else entirely. She felt cheap and had to remind herself two thousand dollars was anything but cheap.
The bodice of her white fitted summer dress was tight, but the skirt flared out from her waist. It wasn’t overly short, but she knew that shooting from the bottom of the stairs they’d be able to see stocking tops every time she moved.
Taking a deep breath, she checked herself in the mirror again, then stepped out of the bedroom and waited at the top of the stairs.
“I’m ready.”
A moment later she heard someone shout from the depths of the family room. “Coming.” She thought it was Steve but she shrugged. It didn’t matter which one it was—both of them would soon be capturing her naked body on their memory cards again. Sure enough, two cameras and, perhaps more importantly, two men appeared at the bottom of the stairs in very short order.
“Wow. That’s nice. It looks demure, but I bet what you’re wearing underneath is anything but.”
She smiled and, extending her left leg, took one step down, leaving her right foot where it was. Of course, that spread her legs apart and lifted the skirt, exposing more thigh and some of her stocking tops. Jim let out a tuneless whistle but both kept firing off shot after shot. The flashes were blinding so she kept holding the bannister rail for stability as she took another step, leading with her right. On a whim, given they weren’t currently giving her any instructions, she used her free hand to snag the dress, allowing it to draw higher up her legs, exposing bare thigh above the tops of her stockings, as well as a hint of her garters.
Steve had seen what she did. “Pause that, and just draw the skirt up a bit more.”
Flash!
“A bit more, just another inch.”
Flash!
“A little bit more. Perfect. Hold that.”
Flash! Flash! Flash!
“Got that, Jim?”
“Yeah, great.”
“Good. Come down another four steps, but keep the skirt as high as that, then pause again.”
She was getting closer to them, almost halfway down the stairs now, and the angle was changing. Even before Steve asked her to, she pulled the skirt a bit higher, getting into the swing of posing, leaving her doubts behind her in the bedroom that was her sanctuary for this evening.
“Brilliant.”
Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash!
“Okay. Lose the dress, baby.”
“Sorry?”
“Lose the dress. Let’s see you reach the bottom in your scanties.”
“I thought each set was supposed to start wit
h me fully dressed.”
Steve shook his head—a vague shape at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes still affected by the afterglow of the flashes. “What have we just been doing? We’ve started the set, so now it’s time to lose the dress.”
Julia pouted, but couldn’t fault his logic, much as she wanted to. Moving so both feet were on the same tread, she spread them a little for balance. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down, grabbed the hem of the dress, and pulled it sharply up. The skirt was loose enough that the dress came above her waist as she straightened without problem. As she continued to lift, the material cut off her view of the two men watching her from the bottom of the stairs.
Flash! Flash!
Obviously, it didn’t cut off their view of her. She knew she must have looked an incredible sight, white lingerie exposed, but her head still entangled in her dress as she tried to pull the tight bodice up and off. It gave ground, slowly, and she pictured how it looked as her breasts bobbed free of the dress, almost spilling out of her bra as the dress dragged it up. The thought of what she looked like set off tremors inside her body, and she knew her nipples were peaking inside the loosened lace of her bra, while lower down her pussy felt hot and confined. As the dress came free over her head and her red curls cascaded back into position, she knew if she slipped her hand into her panties her fingers would come away wet.
“Beautiful, baby. Drop the dress behind you, and step down one more.”
She lifted her hands to adjust her bra. The dress had pulled the garment up, allowing the bottom section of her breasts to hang below the tight elastic. In fact, the bottom of the cups were only just below the line of her nipples. It was terribly insecure like that. She felt as if each step would send it springing up above her breasts entirely.
“Leave it!”
“But…”
“No buts. It’s incredibly sexy like that, and in any case, it’ll be off soon.”
She shuddered at the thought but knew he was right.
