by Bridy McAvoy
They had her pose on each step as she continued to descend the stairs. As she got closer and closer to them, their camera angles changed, focusing on her chest or between her legs, where she hoped her moisture wasn’t visibly soaking into the thin material. At least with the focus off her face she could keep her eyes closed, protecting herself from the flashes every time they took a shot.
“Right. Relax for a minute. Grab a drink if you want, and we’ll let you adjust the bra now.”
They both backed away from the foot of the stairs and Jim followed Steve through to the family room. Julia grabbed a gulp of water from a bottle and then followed them into the main room of the house.
“Time for some fun, baby.”
“Fun?” She raised an eyebrow, but inside she was shaking. She didn’t expect them to want to fuck her again yet. She wasn’t sure she was wet enough for that.
“Ever played Tag?”
“As a child, of course.”
“Well, we’re going to play a similar game—Strip Tag.”
“Huh?”
“You’re it, baby, and you need to avoid us. We’re going to chase you but you’re going to be giggling and laughing as you run. Obviously, we’re going to take pictures. When one of us catches you, guess what? You lose an item of clothing.”
“That sounds absurd.”
“Ah, but it’ll get to be a lot of fun, especially after you’ve lost twice.” He looked meaningfully at how she was dressed and she swallowed hard, if they ignored her garter belt and stockings, and she knew they would, she’d be effectively naked at that point.
“And how do I win?”
Jim grinned at her, taking over from Steve. “You don’t, although you can score points.”
“How?”
“One point for every orgasm.”
She tried hard not to seem shocked by his words.
“You have to stay in bounds, of course, just in here, the dining room and the kitchen.”
She shrugged. That had been obvious from the get-go.
“I’m going to count to five. Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be enjoying the chase, as well as being caught.”
She nodded. It would need a lot of acting skills, but she concentrated on the small mountain of money on her dresser upstairs. A smile formed on her lips and she broadened it.
“One…two…”
Julia squealed. It sounded fake to her, but it was pictures they wanted, not professional quality audio, and darted for the archway behind her. The two men started advancing toward her, cameras in front of their faces. At least now they weren’t using flash.
She had two choices—the dining room with the table and the kitchen with its island. Not a lot of choices. She could dodge one guy for a long time in either room, but not two guys. Instantly, she knew their plan. She was going to be trapped in one or other room and stripped. She knew she wouldn’t be taking her own underwear off this time. A shiver ran down her and her nipples hardened even more inside her bra as she dashed into the kitchen, and around to the sink, keeping the island between her and the doorway.
A moment later the two men appeared there and she backed away toward the far corner of the kitchen. Jim chuckled and moved, blocking one side of the island, and Steve went the other way, leaving her trapped. She giggled. The idea of their game was so absurd, but at the same time her hilarity was tinged with real excitement. She feigned an attempt to run past Steve, and then dashed back as he moved toward her. Jim had advanced on his side of the island. She darted toward him and then, as he moved, shrieked and moved back.
Two more goes and they were much closer, and Julia found herself out of breath. She squealed as Jim stepped closer, then backed away, knowing Steve was close behind her. His arm circled her waist, his other hand holding his camera high above his head. “Got you.” She squealed again and tried to wriggle free but he held on and she subsided, knowing he’d caught her.
Jim settled into a position standing in front of her, his camera up and in position. Obviously, his job was to capture the moment Steve removed his choice of clothing from her body. Her chest heaved as she tried to claw in air. The game was preposterous, but somehow she was turned on by being chased around the kitchen by these two older men.
A stray thought made her giggle. If she’d started out in a fake school girl uniform this would look seriously obscene!
Steve put his camera down and grabbed her hands, pulling her arms up and then over his shoulders. Without being told, she interlaced her fingers behind his back, guessing his target was to free her breasts for Jim’s camera.
“Keep them there, baby.”
She gulped and kept the smile on her face. There was no way Steve was going to simply remove her bra, free her tits, and then let her go. He was going to play first. His hands touched her waist then slid around onto her stomach. She sucked in a breath and felt his fingers glide over her skin as he slid his hands upward. As they cupped her breasts, she sighed and leaned back in to him, her arousal building once more. He squeezed her breasts until she gasped, then lowered his hands again to below her bra. This time as they slid up he dragged the bra first, letting his fingers follow the contour of her breasts until he was cupping her bare skin, pressing his palms against her nipples.
“You didn’t think we were just going to remove your clothes, did you?”
She shook her head, biting her lip to suppress any moans that threatened to escape. She could feel his erection pressing against her butt as he held her there, just his hands moving in delicious circles on her breasts. Fire ignited and she moaned, starting to grind back against him. There was now no doubt in her mind that she was going to be fucked at the end of this game, by one, or both of them. The idea that they might plan on taking her at the same time sent her hips into overdrive as she tried to capture his erection with the cheeks of her ass.
One of his hands left her breast, exposing that one to Jim’s camera, and crept around between them. The now useless garment was above her breasts anyway so it didn’t matter if he undid it.
He gave her nipple a savage twist and she couldn’t prevent the groan that escaped her mouth, and he lifted his hands, took hold of her arms and pulled them down. The straps of her bra fell down from her shoulders In a matter of seconds it lay on the kitchen floor.
Steve let her go but not before he whispered in her ear. “Make sure Jim catches you next time.”
Julia allowed herself a smile. She’d already worked that one out. “As long as I get a chance to get away first.”
He picked up his camera and stepped past her, allowing her to edge toward the doorway.
“Ready or not, here we come.”
She gave a giggle, unforced this time. Despite her reservations, she found herself getting into the silly game. Dashing into the dining room, she put the table between herself and the doorway and waited, still panting from the way Steve had been playing with her tits. The men followed her into the room and again one went one way, one went the other. Eventually, after a lot of giggling and squealing, she found herself caught by Jim, only this time she was squashed, face first against the ranch door that overlooked the garden. It was still light outside, but this part of the house wasn’t really visible from any other house so she allowed herself to relax. The thought that Ryan or Samantha might go to the bottom of their garden and see what these two men were doing to her sent a delicious thrill of illicit pleasure through her. Neither of them were outside, though, and the coast was clear. Jim put his camera down on the table, using his body weight to pin her against the glass.
Julia found her upper body pressing against the cold glass of the door. The contact made her squirm but Jim simply put his hand in the small of her back and pressed. She lifted her hands to shoulder height and pressed them against the window, allowing herself to at least breathe. Turning her head to one side, she wondered just how obscene a sight she would make if someone did see her. Her breasts were flattened against the pane—obscene round circles with reddened centers.
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nbsp; “Stay there.”
“Okay.” Her voice came out as a croak.
She whimpered as his hand trailed down her back then out to one side. His other hand grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her hips. She thought he was simply going to strip them off her, leaving her naked, but Jim was intent on prolonging her potential exposure. Letting go of her underwear, his hands dipped to her thighs and he pushed against her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs. She moaned, unable to control the sensations racing through her body as his fingers moved up the sensitive inside of her thighs to her panties, and then dug inside them, finding her soaking wet slit.
As his finger ran the length of it, she could see Steve crouching down, shooting what his friend was doing to her via the reflection on the window. The sheer eroticism of the moment drove her to the edge and she had to brace her hands as once again she came over his finger, just as she had on the table during the previous set.
Jim appeared to move into overdrive, stripping her panties down her legs while she was still shaking and trembling in the after-effects of her climax. Slowly she lifted each foot in turn, stepping clear of the tangled soggy lace that had been her panties.
“Run away, little girl. Run away.”
“What?”
“You’ve got ten seconds then we’re coming after you again. This time, though, it won’t be your clothes you lose.”
Jim had his camera back in his hand and both men were grinning as she staggered away from the window. As she moved, she thought she caught a flash of movement at the bottom of her neighbor’s garden but she couldn’t be sure. Then she had to move before they trapped her where she was. She skirted past Steve as he chuckled then dashed out of the room.
If she went into the kitchen, they would simply corner her where they had the last time. If she went into the family room there was nothing to dodge behind to prolong the game. Deciding on the family room, she stood still in the middle of the room, waiting for the two men to appear from the dining room. It didn’t take long, and the two men separated and moved to come at her from both sides. There was nowhere to go, no way to prolong the game. She made a dash for the gap between them, only Steve was too quick, grabbing her arm and swinging her around into his enveloping bear hug. “Gotcha.”
She sighed and stood still as he dropped his camera off his neck. She watched as Jim did the same and realized that was the end of the shoot and the beginning of the fuck.
“I caught her, so I get the choice. I think we agreed that at the beginning.”
Jim nodded.
“Choice?”
“Yeah, baby. Choice. Choice of which end. And I choose that wonderful mouth of yours.”
“What?” She knew her voice was shrill, but she couldn’t help it.
Steve almost carried her over to the couch and gently guided her to all fours in the middle of it. He wasted no time in kneeling in front of her and opening his flies. His erect cock popped out, close enough to tap her on the nose.
“But…” She didn’t manage to finish the sentence. He’d simply been waiting for her to open her mouth. Her words were muffled as he pushed his cock straight on top of her tongue and past her teeth. She gagged but allowed her lips to close behind the ridge, glaring up into his eyes.
Steve just patted her head. “Blow me, baby.”
She felt the couch cushions move under her as Jim joined them on the couch. She didn’t need anyone to draw a map about his attentions, and a moment later she moaned around the obstruction in her mouth as Jim pushed his cock into her already well-lubricated channel.
As Jim started to fuck her doggy style, and Steve started to push into her mouth, she felt buffeted as if in a gale, her body trapped between these two men, both intent on getting their pleasure. Steve bent forward over her back, his fingers searching underneath her body for her breasts. Jim slipped a hand between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it as he fucked into her.
She made a mental correction—they were intent on the three of them taking their pleasure. As her passion mounted and their movements became harder and harsher, she realized she still had three sets to go—three more times she’d be getting dressed only to get naked again, three more times her body would be on display to them, and available to them to use in this way. Could they, would they, fuck her again and again like this?
Visions of them doing so had her bucking back against Jim and sucking hard on Steve’s cock as he pushed more and more into her mouth. She felt it touch the top of her throat and she gagged. He squeezed her nipples and she tried to scream, providing him access into her throat.
That was enough to send her into the paroxysm of another orgasm and she came hard, the thought three more, three more, three more sets to go, screaming deep in her brain.
Two thousand dollars was a lot of salve for her outrage the night before.
Julia’s Punishment
Julia tried hard to look forward through the front windshield of the car as Max drove them home. Despite not wanting to make eye contact, her gaze constantly swiveled to check his face. Max was staring straight ahead too, his face a little flushed, his lips set in a firm line. She could visualize his teeth gritted behind those lips.
She shifted her gaze again, taking in how white his knuckles were as he gripped the steering wheel. Given she usually regarded his driving style, if anything, a bit too relaxed, that alone would have told her how angry he was.
She knew she’d screwed up, and screwed up big-time. The conversation in the restaurant had been strained all evening, even at the points when she hadn’t been embarrassed enough to want the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Yep, no doubt, it was a real FUBAR, and every single bit of it was her fault. Julia had no idea how she was going to make it up to her husband whose anger and frustration was layered with humiliation that must be a mile deep.
She wanted to sob, but she didn’t want him to take his attention off the road. He’d only yell at her. He didn’t lose his temper with her very often—nowhere near as often as she lost hers with him. Now, though, she felt he had pretty good cause. It was all her fault. It had started the previous night.
* * * *
Friday night, Julia had gone out with every intention of staying sober. She didn’t go out with the girls from the office that often, but it was Josie’s birthday and she couldn’t say no. Andrea, Karen and a couple of others would be there too, and up front they all knew she had to keep a lid on it, and wouldn’t be drinking with them. Saturday, Max was taking her out to dinner with the new hot-shot manager from the East Coast headquarters. He was a high-powered Harvard man, with PhDs and MBAs dripping off his CV. Max thought his job was to trim up some of the divisions, so he wanted to make a good impression.
She hadn’t thought Max’s job was potentially on the line, but Max was keen to strike the right note, so she’d agreed not to step out of line on the alcohol side the night before.
She hadn’t, although her four friends had continually sampled cocktail after cocktail while she drank her lime and soda and joined in the banter. About eleven, the conversation had wound down, and Andrea, Karen and Joanne had headed off to a club. Josie wasn’t in a clubbing mood, and Julia was ready to head home.
“What’s up, girlfriend?”
Josie had shrugged. “Starting to feel my age, I guess.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re no older than me. Go after them and party the night away. It’s not like you’ve got anything to do tomorrow.”
“Nah. Not that much my scene. Anyway, there're two guys at the bar making eyes in our direction.”
“You want one of them then? Or are you up for both?”
“Julia!”
“Why? Don’t knock it ʾtil you’ve tried it.”
“I don’t believe you ever have… You have, haven’t you? And not that long ago? Does Max know? You bitch.”
“Whoa!” Julia knew she was blushing, her mind instantly going back to the evening two weeks earlier when she’d
started off modelling for her neighbor and his out of town, friend, only to end up on her couch being tag teamed by the two older men—not once, but several times. “One question at a time.”
“You have?”
“As it happens, yes, I have.”
“And you enjoyed it?”
“I came so many times I thought I’d never stop.”
Josie had shuddered. “Who was it?”
“Private.”
“So Max wasn’t there?”
“No.”
“Oh. Does he know?”
“Yes.”
“Never mind, we’ve got company.”
“Mind if we join you, ladies?”
Josie smiled a welcome, although Julia would have preferred to say no as she was just going. Before she could say anything, the two men slid into the open ends of the booth, effectively pinning her and Josie in place.
“Can we get you a drink?”
Julia spoke up before Josie could. The last thing she needed was some out-of-town corporate type spiking her drink in an attempt to get his end away. Tomorrow was too important to have a thick head for. “Thanks, we’re okay for now.”
“I’m Jake, this is Ted.”
Josie grinned and made their introductions. After handshakes all round, Ted looked across at Josie and smiled.
“That seemed to be an animated conversation as we approached. Was it a secret?”
Julia wanted to scream a warning at Josie to keep her mouth shut, but her friend had had too much alcohol to even think about being discreet.
“We were just discussing the relative merits of threesomes.”
“Oh. I see. And what was the conclusion?”
Julia glared but the two men were openly laughing at her discomfort. Despite a well-aimed kick with her stiletto, possibly hard enough to leave a bruise on Josie’s leg, her friend ploughed on.
“Well, she was trying to convince me to try it. She says it’s a great deal of fun, and with the right partners, a shed-full—or should that be bed-full?—of orgasms.”
Julia snorted. “I can talk for myself.”
