by Bridy McAvoy
Mia! He’d done this to his wife! She’d never said. Damn! The bitch!
Part V
I kept my eye on the clock in the bathroom as I did as I was told. It actually did help and I felt much better once I’d dried myself and wrapped the warm terry towel robe around me. I opened the door into the bedroom in some trepidation but he was true to his word. My white halter neck cocktail dress was lying on the bed. With it was a pair of white stockings and a garter belt. I had a quick look, right first time, no panties, and I couldn’t wear a bra with that dress anyway. There was a laconic note with it.
I’m in the den. Join me.
It didn’t take me long to dress, although sitting on the bed to pull the stockings up my legs and adjust them was a little gingerly because of the tenderness at the back there, but I managed. White heels completed the ensemble as well as a touch up to the makeup. Without instructions about it I left the pony tail in, I could soon pull the elastics out anyway.
A couple of minutes later I walked down the stairs to our basement den. Owen was there with his camera sitting in his lap on the second couch. The main couch faced the large screen plasma on the wall, Leo had insisted on buying it last year, we’d actually watched a film on it maybe a dozen times. There was a film frozen in place on the screen. From what I could see there were two blondes on the screen, scantily clad.
Oh, great. Owen’s standard male fantasy, girl-on-girl action!
My eyes strayed to the seat cushion on the couch. My vibrator was lying in plain sight, and Owen’s plan immediately became clear. He was going to shoot me pleasuring myself while watching a girl-on-girl film. Jeez how corny was this?
“I think you can see what I want you to do, Leah. I don’t think you need any introduction to the process, do you?”
He grinned and I simply shrugged.
“Why don’t you sit down there—” he indicated the middle one of the three oversized seat cushions “—and we’ll get started. You can push the toy between two of the cushions for now, just remember where you left it so you can reach it when I tell you to.”
Just as with each of the previous sessions, I had no choice other than to do as I was told. I winced as my still tender bum touched the cushion and I saw him smile at my reaction.
Bastard! Thinks it’s funny, does he?
Owen pressed the play button on the remote control for the DVD player he’d placed on the arm of his chair and rose to his feet. The movie began to play and it was obvious he’d cued the film to the section he wanted. My eyes were drawn to the movement on the screen as the two blondes, clad only in underwear, moved closer and began to hug each other. Thankfully, from my point of view, although I suspect it was for him to be able to give his commands to me without shouting, he’d partially muted the sound. At least I wouldn’t actually have to listen to the squishy sounds of the two women rutting with each other. A small mercy, but real nevertheless.
“I’m going to be moving around you with the camera, Leah, capturing your picture from every angle, in front, from the side or even from behind. I want you to watch the screen and not take your eyes off it. If I’m in the way try to stare through me, don’t move to peer around me. Understand?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, now watch the film for a minute while I get some opening shots.”
I had to admit the two actresses, if you could call them that, were very pretty, with firm little bodies, if you liked that sort of thing. They looked about twenty but were probably four or five years older, nearer my own age in fact. I preferred a body like my own, with its more rounded curves, but I wasn’t on the screen. Then I remembered, if Owen put those films he’d shot of me on the market, I just might be. He moved around me in a circle, taking shot after shot of my face rather than any other part of me. I crossed my legs to see if that would divert his attention, and incidentally take some pressure off at least one of my sore cheeks. It didn’t work on either account.
“Now, Leah, I want you to appear to be totally engrossed in the film. Part your lips and flick your tongue out to touch your top lip. Good. Hold that, now move it along to the side, good. Now drop it down and lick your bottom lip, pull it back inside and allow your mouth to open a bit more. Try to breathe a bit heavier, let’s see if we can capture some images of your chest rising and falling. Excellent.”
On screen the two women were French kissing each other. It looked a little odd – their lips weren’t touching so the camera could zoom in on the two tongues fencing between them. The camera zoomed out again to show one of them raise her hand to the bra covered breast of the other one. Faintly in the background I could hear an appreciative moan as her breast was cupped and squeezed. The camerawork was exceptional and I could feel the combination of the circumstances and the film working on my own nerve endings.
“Cross your leg a little higher, Leah. Let the dress fall up toward your waist, show a little more leg. Perfect. Now raise your left hand and lay it on top of your dress above your rack, on the upper curve of the tit as it were. Good girl. You’re starting to look really hot, and we want even more of that.”
Owen had moved to stand behind the couch, and he crouched down to be able to take a picture in three quarter profile of my face watching the film, which was also within shot. He shifted position until he was looking down towards my cleavage which was quite exposed in this dress from his angle and I knew what was coming next.
“Slide the hand out to the side and then back into the same place, this time underneath the dress. Very good, now lift your hand slightly away from your body dragging the fabric with it, excellent, now move your hand outward again, still gently tugging the fabric. Perfect.”
It was obvious he was shooting straight down my dress and my apparently innocent-seeming movement had practically exposed my entire breast to the lens. I wanted to glance down to check my level of exposure but followed instructions and kept my eyes on the screen where one of the models was just having her bra removed by the other one.
“Slide your hand down inside your dress to cup your breast. Good. Now bring the other hand up to cover your other tit through the dress, not inside it. That’s good. Hold that pose as I move. Great.”
He moved round to crouch in front of me now. I tried to ignore him and keep my eyes on the screen but that wasn’t so easy with him right there, just below my line of sight.
“Now uncross your legs and sit with your knees about a foot apart. Good. Lick your lips again. Now start massaging your tits, one through the dress, one naked. Perfect. Now circle your nipples with your finger and thumb and gently pinch them. Don’t cover them up with your hands. Pinch them some more. Good. Lick your lips again.”
I expected him to bend lower and get me to raise my leg or something in order to shoot up my skirt, but again he surprised me by moving around behind me.
“Bring your other hand inside the dress. Really nice. Circle your nipples with your fingers again. Hold still while I adjust the dress.”
Owen must have put the camera down but I didn’t hear him do it. His hands appeared either side of my shoulders, dropped down to the deep V of the neck and pulled the two halves of the fabric aside. Suddenly, apart from my hands, my breasts were entirely exposed. I took a deep breath as his hands lingered for a moment, brushing across my hands and the nipples exposed between my fingers and then retreated again to retrieve the camera. He shot another couple of images from behind as I held still before moving back around in front of me.
Once again he was crouched in front of me. On the screen behind his head the two models were now both topless and one was sucking and chewing on the other one’s nipples. I could see how aroused she was getting, or faking, one or the other. Her nipples were plainly distended. In the meantime her free hand had snaked down to the front of the other blonde’s panties and was starting to rub at the prominent mound displayed by the semi-transparent wisp of fabric. Things were heating up on screen and Owen definitely wanted things to heat up here too. Without being pr
ompted, I allowed my legs to spread further apart, forcing the tight skirt to ride up higher on my legs. It wasn’t exactly a mini but it was above the knee, and my movements had rendered it a mini.
“Drop your right hand down to your lap.”
He focussed the camera on my now naked breast and clicked several photos before he continued with his instructions.
“Slide your hand down onto your leg below the hem line. Now slowly start to slide it back up towards your thigh, dragging the skirt with it. Lick your lips again. Slowly. Slowly. Let’s make a real production of this. Perfect. Keep going, keep going, a bit further, hold it there for a moment.”
I froze in place with one hand on my upper thigh, dragging my dress backwards, one hand with my fingers still circling my nipple, pinching it slightly, my eyes still fixed on the screen where both girls now had a hand down the front of each other’s panties. You could clearly see their fingers moving suggestively under the fabric.
Owen circled around to the side, moving in close to capture the shots he wanted before going behind me once more to capture me in profile watching the film. Then his free hand came out to the simple Velcro fastening behind my neck and undid the fastening, allowing the two top halves of the dress to now drape loosely on my shoulders. He moved back around in front of me.
“Move your hand higher and shrug your shoulders a little, let’s get the dress to fall to your waist naturally. Good. Higher. Keep it moving. Now stop again. Shrug once more. Perfect.”
That last shrug dislodged one side of the dress and it slid down, its weight pulling the other side to fall to my waist, leaving me topless. My right hand was poised only an inch or so below my crutch, and the whole of that leg was on display. I shifted my weight slightly again, allowing my feet to splay further apart still, knowing this would be what he wanted. The entrees were about finished – the main course would be starting shortly.
Owen moved in close on my right side, keeping low. I’m sure my landing strip and the top part of my pussy would be on view from this angle but I didn’t dare check. On screen the panties were slowly being drawn down both pairs of fabulous legs.
“Let’s get your cunt out in the open as well as your tits, Leah! Lift the hem of the dress to your waist.”
He was being deliberately crude again, knowing I was humiliated by the language and knowing I would do exactly as I was told. I flipped the skirt up, exposing my entire navel and pussy to the camera. He moved back to a position directly in front of me.
“Drop both hands to your inner thighs and stroke them. Good. Put a little pressure into the movement. Let’s see them indenting the flesh. Good. Stroke a little further, bringing your hands closer to the side of your slit. The camera loves how you shave your cunt and leave just that tiny strip of blonde hair above it. You really do have a pretty little cunt, Leah.”
I was already breathing deeply by the time my fingers framed my pussy. I knew when I moved them onto their target under his command I would find my lips wet. The humiliation and exposure was working on my body again, causing a reaction I couldn’t control and didn’t really want.
“Good girl. Now spread your lips apart with your fingers. Show the camera the inside of your cunt. Let’s see some pink.”
I shuddered but complied, knowing the exposure this way was extreme. I had been right – I was more than slightly wet from the events so far.
“Take your right hand and fish out your toy, sweetheart. Use the left hand to lift that side of the dress to your waist. Good girl. Now switch it on and rub the end over your outer lips. Excellent.”
I’d never even got the vibrator out with Leo in the house, let alone used it in front of him, or allowed myself to be photographed doing so. I was being filmed too of course, but Owen didn’t know that as he concentrated on shooting my pussy with the silver toy moving around it. The familiar low buzzing filled the air and I have to admit the stimulation was definitely getting to me.
“Slouch down further in the seat, move towards the edge more. Good. A bit more. Now splay your legs out as far as they can go. Put the tip of your vibrator on your clit and turn it to a higher setting. Good. Does that feel good, slut?”
I almost nodded in response then remembered I was supposed to ignore his presence and keep my concentration on the girl-on-girl action on the screen behind him. He moved again, around behind me once more, shooting over my head, catching the film on the screen and my lower body, with the toy touching me in the bottom of the shot.
When he moved around in front once more I was surprised to see there was no bulge in the front of his trousers. He was enjoying my show but not getting turned on by it, a first for the day, maybe I’d worn him out!
Here’s hoping!
I attacked my pussy with the vibrator with renewed vigour, hope lending me creativity in the way I was wielding it. Normally I was a straight in and out girl with it, letting the vibrating thrusts bring me off, but now I began to run it around the edge, press it against my clit and push it just inside, before repeating the cycle. I couldn’t suppress the moans now. The whole thing was getting to me. On screen the two women were deep into the action now, a sprawling sixty-nine with them lapping at each other’s pussies.
The pressure built and built, Owen could see I was in my own world now, and was content to simply photograph me as I worked my way up to a screaming orgasm. It wasn’t as big as those earlier but it was still another one. He didn’t let me stop either, getting hold of my legs and rotating me into a lying position on the couch. He pushed one leg back against the back of the couch and dragged the other one so that my foot was on the floor. All through this I kept playing with myself with the vibrator, by now plunging it deep within me to obtain the maximum stimulation possible from it without using it on my clit.
I was panting from the exertion and Owen was capturing it all on film. I closed my eyes, the need to watch the screen forgotten. I was only interested in ploughing the pleasure tool in and out of myself. I had a free hand now so I gripped my breast and squeezed my nipple. My higher leg rose along the back of the couch, my foot dangling over the back, out of the way.
Owen circled round to the foot of the couch to capture my second orgasm with his zoom lens and continued to take shot after shot as I screamed my way over the hill once more, the second time in less than five minutes. I started to relax, instinctively.
“Keep going, you haven’t finished yet.”
His voice wasn’t hoarse with desire but he obviously wanted more pictures yet. I went back to the teasing movements, concentrating this time on the tiny protruding nub of my clit, the vibrations sending tremors shooting through my legs and lower body. Owen circled behind me again, taking pictures of my entire prone length, zooming in on my contorted face, now on my tortured breast, and then on my grasping pussy as I kept the movements going, alternately pumping the now slick vibrator in and out of me, and playing with my clit with it. It didn’t take long for the next orgasm to arrive, and he still didn’t let me stop.
“Bring it up to your mouth and suck it clean.”
I was too far gone to resist and did as I was told, sucking my own slimy juices off the silver metal before returning it to its intended target. The fourth and thankfully final orgasm coursed through my body and I was utterly spent. I couldn’t have continued whatever Owen said. Without waiting for him to give me permission, I brought my legs back together and laid there supine on the couch, my dress a rumpled mess around my waist, my otherwise naked body drenched in sweat. The vibrator rolled clear of my fingers and dropped to the floor, still buzzing. In the background I could hear the two porn stars moaning as they too climaxed again, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the screen.
“That was brilliant, Leah! Absolutely fucking amazing. A real first. I’ve never seen a woman bring herself off like that. I’m going to have to get Mia to do that for me later.”
I snuck a quick glimpse at the crotch of his jeans. No bulge. I’d clearly worn him out whatever he said
about how good the most recent lewd performance had been. I could only nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“That’s a wrap for today, sweetheart. I’m done. So, I’m going to gather my gear and see myself out. You’ve got plenty of time to get cleaned up before hubby comes home.”
“Don’t forget the DVD.”
My voice came out as a croak.
“What was that?”
“I said, don’t forget the DVD.”
“I won’t.”
He moved closer, leaned down and almost absentmindedly ran his hand over my breasts, rather than the swamp further down.
“That reminds me, change of plans for tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
I held my breath in dread.
“Mia has a hospital appointment in the morning so I’ll be taking her. We’ve both had the day off work, so she’ll be at home and I can’t come round. When I get back I’m going to shut myself in my study, which as you know overlooks your deck. Once I’m there and Mia is doing something else I’ll text you. When I do, come out on the deck wearing something nice, full regalia, dress, underwear, garters, the works, your choice but nice. Wear some big sunglasses so the camera can’t see where you’re looking. Have your phone with you so I can give you other instructions. Clear?”
I relaxed, that didn’t sound so bad, and nodded my understanding.
“Good. I’ll see you then, and normal service will be resumed on Wednesday of course.”
Without another word he turned and left the room. I heard him climb the stairs but I stayed where I was, unable to move until I’d regained some semblance of energy. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close.
Finally, I swung myself back into a sitting position and pulled the straps of the dress back up. The bottom half cascaded back into place as I stood and retrieved the vibrator from the floor, this time switching it off. It was sticky from my final ministrations and I reached for a tissue to wipe it off. Then I decided to give Leo a treat. I faced where I knew one of the concealed cameras was and very slowly and deliberately licked it clean. I smiled impishly at the camera and winked before turning and heading back to the main floor level. It was time to clean up the wreckage of the last few hours. As I passed the coffee table I reached underneath, retrieved the camera system control and turned the entire system off. Leo could look at the recordings until his heart was content, and I’d be watching them with him, but for now I wanted a couple of hours of privacy to recuperate and think about the events of the day and my reactions to them. They had been more extreme than I’d anticipated they would be and it was giving me cause for concern.