by Bridy McAvoy
“Lizzie, sit in that chair there. The other two of you, watch closely please. Lizzie, just sit naturally. That’s good.”
He got the camera and flash gun assembly out of the bag and moved in front of Lizzie, crouching down to her level.
“Look, watch the camera as I shoot. As I press the shutter you will see a red light flash at you. That’s the pre-flash and prevents red-eye on the picture. As soon as you see that red flash hold perfectly still. Don’t blink. Okay?”
Phil took three or four shots like that with the actinic light of the flash bouncing off the room. He stopped and checked the shots on the screen at the back.
“That’s good. You did well, Lizzie. You’ll find that when I’m using flash I tend to need to be closer to you. That’s why I didn’t start off with flash last week. You’re all with it? Good. Carrie, I’ll start with you, let’s go to your room, please. The other two grab a coffee or something. I’ll call when I want to change models.”
This wasn’t quite what Carrie had expected. She was going to be alone with Phil in her bedroom. The last time one of the girls had been alone with Phil—Lizzie—he’d screwed her. She opened the door to the room she had come to regard as her inner sanctum and lead Phil in.
“Very nice.”
He switched the overhead light on and noticed that the curtains, that matched the quilt cover, had been securely drawn. He motioned her to sit on the end of the bed. She did so nervously.
“Relax, Carrie. I’m not going to jump on you. You are simply going to model for me. Today is about learning to use flash.”
Carrie forced herself to relax and smile—the smile was a bit forced but at least it was a smile.
“Good. That’s better. Now, recline back onto the bed, leaving your feet on the floor. Good. Slowly roll onto your side, facing me a bit. Good. Keep it there. Good. Roll a bit more. Excellent.”
Each exclamation of good or excellent was accompanied by a flash. As the minutes passed, and each new shot simply required a new pose and no disrobing, Carrie began to feel more secure and relaxed further. When he asked her to smile he was now rewarded with a genuine smile, a pout with a genuine one.
“Right, Carrie. Sit back up at the edge of the bed again. Good girl. Now, take the bottom of the camisole in both hands with your arms crossed in front of you. Good. Slowly slip your hands upwards bringing the hem with you. Good. Keep going. Good. Keep smiling seductively. Good.”
Any moment now her breasts would again be exposed to the camera. That security she had felt moments before was gone but he still expected the smile. She tried to keep the smile there as the satin stroked her nipples as it passed them. Then the satin was clear of her breasts. With no other instructions she kept it moving to the incessant flash from the camera. Now the camisole rose to a position where, with her arms above her head, her face was hidden by the fabric.
“Good. Hold it there.”
The flash fired several more times. “Now, lift it up and away. Drop it down behind you on the bed. Good. Stand up and turn and face the bed. Good. Lean forwards and place your left hand on the bed. Good.”
The tight satin was now stretched tautly across her bottom.
“Now, with your right hand slowly ease down the waistband of the French knickers. Good. Keep going until I say stop.”
Slowly she pushed the knickers off her slim hips. Slowly the tops of her ass cheeks came into view, closely followed by the top of her crack. All the time the flash fired, so fast the bright white light was almost illuminating the room with a strobe effect. She had to change hands to bring the knickers any further down as they had snagged on her left hip. Phil said nothing as she continued inching the knickers down on one side, swapping hands and repeating the process.
The knickers had slipped past the swell of her buttocks and only the waist band covered her sex from view from behind. Phil said nothing, the camera kept flashing. At least she was looking away from it so didn’t have to worry about the smile for a while. She bit her lip gently and pushed the satin knickers down onto her thighs. Her vulva pointed obscenely at the camera as Phil had crouched down by this time. Still the flash fired.
“Okay. Straighten up and let the panties fall. Good. Now, step out of them. Good. Reach out and recover the camisole. Good. Slide it back on. Excellent. Put one knee forward onto the bed. Good. Now, crawl up the bed. Don’t let your legs close together. Keep the movements slow and exaggerated. Good.”
She was puzzled. This was the first time she had been asked to put anything on in front of the camera!
“Turn around on the bed and keep smiling at the camera. Sit down and recline back. Good. Open your legs a little. Good. Wider still. Good. As wide as you can. That’s excellent. Now, close your eyes and let your head loll back. Good. Slowly, trying to act dreamily, reach your right hand down and cup your cunt.”
Her eyes flew open in shock. It was the first time he had used that word and she wasn’t ready for it. He cocked an eyebrow at her and she reluctantly closed her eyes again. “Now, rub your pussy. Good. Slowly bring the bottom of the camisole up with your left hand on the right side. Good. Expose your right tit. Good.”
She steeled herself not to react to the language this time.
“Good. Now, squeeze the nipple between your fingers. Good. Keep rubbing with the other hand. Good. Keep going.
She could feel her moisture beginning to form, her body betraying her.
“Good girl. That’s a wrap.”
His words didn’t penetrate for a moment and her hands kept moving. Suddenly, what he had said sunk in, her eyes opened and she took her hands away from her inflamed flesh with a start.
“That’s it, we’re done. You can straighten the top but leave the knickers off, please. Okay?”
He walked to the bedroom door, opened it and ushered her out onto the landing.
“Susie, your turn” he called.
Susie and a relieved but slightly shaken Carrie passed on the stairs.
Chapter 19
“Lead the way, sweetheart.”
Susie, always the most confident one, led the way into her room which, being the smallest room in the house had the bed built-in along one side. As a result there was a lot less room to maneuver than in Carrie’s double sized room. There was no foot to the bed as a result.
Suzie sat in the middle of the bed and waited for Phil to be ready.
“Tell me, Susie, do you own a vibrator?”
The question caught the blonde off-guard. Reluctantly she nodded before he started going through all of her drawers and found her entire collection, she actually owned four.
“Well, let’s see it.”
When Susie blushed her fair hair emphasized the redness. This time it didn’t need to. She was almost beetroot in color as she opened the drawer next to the bed and withdrew a slim silver cylinder.
“Is the battery fully charged?”
She nodded—she couldn’t trust herself to speak. Her face positively glowed with embarrassment.
“Good. We’ll use it then. Scoot up to the head end and swing your legs onto the bed. Mind if I sit here?”
Without waiting for the answer, Phil sat on the other end of the bed and focused the camera at her face. At the edge of the shot you could see her hand clutching the slim silver vibrator.
“Do you usually lube it up?”
She shook her head no.
“Good. Now turn it on, low setting, please.”
The low hum of the vibrator filled the air in the tiny room and Susie looked at Phil, nervously licking her lips.
“Good. Now, slowly bring your hand across to your chest and rub the vibrator across the satin over your nipple.”
The vibrations pulsed through the thin fabric into the soft sculpted flesh of her breast. As the vibrator finally came into contact with the nipple, Phil was rewarded as it instantly jumped to attention. Susie gulped. Sometimes she wished her tits weren’t quite so sensitive.
“Now the other one. Good.”
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br /> The breast she left behind was clearly crowned by a conical piece of the cream satin. Her shoulder strap on that side slipped down onto her arm, baring her shoulder. As Phil made no comment she left it alone and concentrated on the feeling the vibrator was generating in her other breast. She couldn’t help it, the embarrassment was fading to be replaced with arousal. Yet again, at the slightest touch or exposure, Susie’s body was betraying her.
“Bring your other hand up under the camisole and fondle that breast. Good.”
“Move the camisole clear so the camera can see what you are doing.”
Susie stopped for a moment and lifted the camisole above her breasts, then picked up the vibrator and placed it against her nipple. She instinctively kept her hand low so as not to obscure the view. At the same time she rotated her other hand to a position below her breast and began squeezing that nipple between finger and thumb.
The feeling of the vibrator working its magic on her naked nipple sent her responses into overdrive. Her pussy was flooding and she knew she was closer to orgasm than she had any right to be. Her mouth opened and the low moan Phil now associated with a Susie orgasm escaped her. Boom… it hit her and her entire body shook as she went over the edge.
He gave her a minute to come down from the high and was amazed to see she hadn’t stopped running the toy over her nipple the whole time. There was a bright red weal across the area of the other nipple where her hand had reflexively tightened and twisted as the waves of ecstasy hit.
“Right, Susie, that was unexpected for both of us, I think. Move the vibrator away from your tits and just let it touch the top of your leg above the stockings. Good. Now, open your legs a little. Good. Move it down towards your inner thigh. Good. Open wider. Good. Move further. Good. Open wider.”
The flashing from the camera was half blinding her. The waves of vibration moving along her inner thigh were again having an effect on her. She couldn’t see Phil reach down and straighten himself surreptitiously as the erotic sight in front of him aroused him.
“Move the vibrator closer to the leg band of the French knickers. Good. Keep going. Good. Now, bring your other hand down, slowly get hold of the band and pull it away from your body a little. Good. Open your legs a little bit further. Good. I’m moving for a better shot.”
She felt his weight shift on the bed and realized he was now almost lying between her legs with the camera pointing straight up the loose open knicker leg straight at her pussy from a distance of about eighteen inches.
“Push the vibrator up towards your cunt. Good. Pull the knicker leg out of the way with the other hand. Good. Touch the outer lips with the vibrator. Good. Switch it to high. Good.”
The incessant buzzing rose in pitch. Susie realized she was on the ragged edge yet again. Why did her body enjoy this treatment so much? The vibrator nudged against her slit and, reflexively, she plunged the metal cylinder deep inside her desperate pussy. Instantly she rode the waves again as she recklessly dove into the delights of another orgasm.
Phil retreated from his place, the awesome sight almost enough for him to join her in ecstasy. But not quite. He wasn’t quite done. She felt him move and get off of the bed but didn’t open her eyes.
Even the sound of his zipper being lowered didn’t rouse her from her ecstatic stupor. When his hand grasped her head and pulled her face towards his crotch, the smell of his erect manhood penetrated her nostrils. Almost without conscious thought, her tongue came between her parted lips and licked the throbbing purple head. Her mouth opened wider and she pulled the end of his penis into her warm, wet, open mouth. Once there she clamped her lips tightly around it and swirled her tongue around the imprisoned hot flesh.
All the time her hand continued to thrust and withdraw the pulsing vibrator into her aching pussy. Given the events of the previous few minutes it didn’t take long.
As Phil felt his balls tighten, he thrust his expanding penis further into her mouth and instantly jetted long strings of sticky goo straight into her throat. At the same time her body stiffened into the third and largest orgasm of the entire session.
Phil extracted his still hard penis from her gasping mouth and negligently wiped it on her cheek. Then he tucked himself in and picked up the camera.
“Ok, Susie, that’s a rap. Leave the knickers here and go and join Carrie. Don’t wash your face, though. You look great like that.”
Susie realized that he had left a slimy trail on her cheek and that he was now expecting her to face her friends like that. Weakly she complied and, as they reached the landing, she heard him call for Lizzie.
Chapter 20
Lizzie felt exactly the same as her housemates as she led Phil into her room. Phil motioned to her to sit on the end of the bed just as he had done with Carrie. There was a chair in the corner of the room and he simply sat down looking at her without picking up the camera from where he had placed it on the dressing table.
Lizzie had seen the trail on Susie’s cheek so assumed that Phil simply wanted a bit of recovery time before starting with her so she decided to wait him out.
Instead, when Phil spoke, he surprised her.
“How exactly do you feel at the moment, Lizzie—I mean, really feel?”
She looked at him in astonishment.
“Do you want to do this shoot now?”
“I didn’t think I had a choice.”
“That’s not an answer. I asked if you wanted to.”
She bit her lip and looked at the floor for a second then, raising her head, looked straight into his eyes.
“Yes, if that’s what you want to do.”
“Do you mean that or are you saying that just because that’s what you think I want to hear?”
She hesitated and pondered her own feelings for a moment. The moment stretched into a minute and then another. Finally, she reached a decision and nodded yes to him.
Without prompting she stood up and quickly pushed the French knickers down to the floor and reached up, whipping the camisole top over her head. She stood in front of him, unselfconscious in her nudity. The stockings and garter belt framed her shaved pussy perfectly and she made no attempt to shield herself from his gaze.
Despite the events with Susie less than fifteen minutes earlier he felt his penis twitch in his trousers.
She stood quietly, waiting for him to either pick up the camera or take her in his arms, or perhaps both. He simply sat and looked at her.
“Thank you, Lizzie. Get dressed again, if you would.”
She looked at him quizzically and her eyes welled up at the apparent rejection. Stifling her dismay, she reached down and pulled the knickers back up into place. Once the camisole was on, she sat down on the bed again.
“Don’t take that as a rejection, Lizzie. Far from it.”
She looked at him, surprised at the comment.
“We’ve finished with the camera for tonight. Goodnight.”
She watched as he picked up the camera and left. A minute later she heard the front door click as he left.
The other two girls came flying up the stairs and burst into her room.
“What’s wrong, Lizzie? Why has he gone?”
She could only reply, “I don’t know.”
Housemates and Rivals
Chapter 21
When Lizzie went into work the morning following the shoot at the house, she found there was a note on her desk from Phil.
Had to go away on business. Won’t be back till late Thursday. Look after the office for me. In your right hand drawer is the money and instructions for the Friday session. I’ll be in the office to take off Friday; all three of you are booked in the parlor from three o’clock. Enjoy the rest. Will make up for lost time over the weekend.
After the strange end to the night before she hadn’t been particularly looking forward to today. Now she and her friends were clear until Friday. That was good news, definitely, and news worth sharing. Excitedly, she picked up the phone and dialed the house to tell the ot
her two the good news. Carrie was definitely relieved, you could tell from her voice. Susie—now that was a little bit different—she sounded almost disappointed. Given the noises coming from Susie’s bedroom at about one o’clock this morning, Lizzie understood that her friend was a little frustrated. Hell, she was, too. She looked across at Phil’s empty desk and blushed as she remembered the session she had had with him on the desk top some sixteen hours earlier.
Oh, well, no time for thinking as the first clients of the day walked in.
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By the time Friday afternoon came round all three girls were in reasonably good spirits. Carrie had cheered up considerably and Susie seemed to be working her frustration out with her vibrator every night. The three girls enjoyed the feeling of pampering that the beauty parlor treatments provided and were surprisingly happy when they approached the back door to the studio at the time Phil had arranged with Lizzie that morning. They entered the door and froze in shock.
Phil was not alone. Standing, talking to him was Andy, Phil’s partner in the studio and the guy who did all of the work there in the daytime.
“Good evening, girls, come in, come in. Lizzie, you already know Andy, I believe. Carrie and Susie, this is Andy.”
The girls took a collective gulp and hesitantly moved forwards.
“Right, lot to do to make up time. Your outfits for the shoot are hanging in the dressing room. Chop, chop, ladies, let’s get some hustle here, please.”
Phil was deliberately giving them no time to voice objections about Andy’s presence in the studio; as ever he was demonstrating who was in command. As the girls filed toward the dressing room, Phil turned back to his conversation with a grinning Andy. On entering the dressing room they found there were three suit carriers hanging up, with a name label on each. The three of them looked at each other and then reached for the carrier with their own name on it. For once it was Carrie who moved and opened hers first. Her eyebrows rose as she removed three wisps of black silk from the suit carrier. As she unfolded them and lifted the carrier to show her friends, they could see that she had a black silk baby doll outfit with a knee length black silk peignoir to go with it.