Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  “You’re definitely mine now, sweetheart, nothing you can do to escape. Mine to do with as I please.”

  “Move your feet apart, Leah. Now! Do it! Good girl.”

  The snap of command worked as she moved them about a foot apart.

  “A bit further, come on, I know what you want, I can smell it from here and the scent is heavenly.”

  Owen’s hand moved to insinuate itself onto her inner thigh before coming to rest in contact with her panty-clad pussy.

  “Oh . . . God . . .”

  “What’s the matter, Leah? Do you want something?”

  “Yes . . .”

  “What do you want?”

  “I need . . . Oh . . . God. I need to cum!”

  He chuckled again. Owen was enjoying himself to the utmost, getting my wife to beg to be allowed to come.

  “I bet that’s something you’ve never said before, is it? Tell me, Leah. Have you ever begged to cum before?”

  On screen she shook her head and I heard a gasp from next door to me on the couch, and I snuck a glance at her. Her face was red from embarrassment at watching herself beg for an orgasm from our neighbour. Her hand inside her dress continued to move nevertheless. She was grinding against his hand now; I didn’t expect it to be long before her juices drenched his fingers.

  “Very good, Leah. I bet the camera is enjoying that shot of you fucking yourself on my hand. Are you about to cum yet?”

  “Oh . . . Almost! . . . Just a bit more . . . God!”

  He spun her around.

  “I like to look into a woman’s face as she comes on my fingers. Look at me Leah. Now open your legs again. Good girl.”

  Leah continued to fuck herself on his fingers, her back now to the camera, I could see Owen looking up into her face, watching my wife work her way up to an orgasm. It didn’t take long before her hips were churning like a wild thing.

  “Oh . . . God . . . Yes . . . Yes! . . . I’m cumming!”

  Next to me she was moaning now, a low keening sound that echoed around the room, her hips thrusting as she sat there.

  I couldn’t restrain myself and turned towards her.

  “Put it on pause.”

  My voice was croaky with desire I couldn’t and wouldn’t attempt hide.

  She brought her hand up to my chest and gently restrained me.

  “Please, Leo, just wait a little longer. You might not want to after you’ve seen the rest of this section.”

  “Don’t bet on it.”

  Reluctantly I settled back into my seat to watch the action on the screen again. Leah’s hand snaked back to my cock and began it’s slow gentle stroking once more. I don’t think her other hand had stopped and from her breathing I could tell my wife was as worked up as I was.

  I watched as the scene continued to unfold until Owen playing with her, her hands were still secured, she couldn’t have prevented him if she’d wanted to and it equally obvious at that moment she didn’t want him to.

  “The view from here is incredible, sweetheart. The way your ass is churning in front of my face is fantastic. The feel of you juicing up my fingers is stunning. I can’t wait to fuck you properly.”

  “What would you like me to do, Leah? Seeing as I’m not going to fuck you just yet? Is there something you want me to do to help you achieve that orgasm?”

  “My breasts . . . Please, touch my breasts!”

  “They’re not breasts, are they, Leah? What are they?”

  “Oh . . . God! My tits! Please play with my tits!”

  “That’s better, there’s’ a good girl, and what is my hand doing to you?”

  “You . . . You’re playing with my pussy!”

  “No, that’s wrong, young lady. Tell me what I’m really doing.”

  “You . . . Jeez! . . . You’re finger fucking my cunt!”

  “Wow, you are eager to get your ass screwed off!”

  Leah never used that language herself, now she was saying exactly what he wanted to hear. The crudities dripping from her mouth added an entirely different dimension.

  When instead of doing what she obviously wanted, he instead forced her down to her knees before proceeding to face fuck her and eventually did the grandstand porn star finish by coating her face in his cum, I was speechless. Leah finally took her hand away from my cock and her other hand out of her dress and reached across to the laptop and clicked on Pause. She leaned back and looked at me, her hands clasped together, her fingers entwined, a whole world of vulnerability in her wide eyes. On screen the action of pausing had captured an almost perfect image of her naked body, hands still pinned to her sides by her stockings, looking up at him, her face covered with copious amounts of his sperm.

  I looked from one to the other in amazement, totally enthralled by the exquisite contrast. She watched me steadily, biting her lip, obviously waiting for my reaction. I knew she wanted reassurance but I wanted something else, something very specific – Leah, right here, right now.

  “Come here.”

  I didn’t usually tell her what to do, but for the moment I felt I knew exactly what we both needed—certainly what I needed—and her actions for the last few minutes betrayed her own need.

  I wrapped my hands around her as she sat upright, and rolled into a position sprawled on the couch with her supine on top of me. The move knocked the wind out of both of us but it was clear from the relief in her expression she knew what I wanted and why.

  She wriggled to position herself more directly on top of me and our faces were almost touching. I could feel her belly pressing down on my still engorged cock. I smiled up at her and raised my face to her to brush my lips against hers. She responded with an animal passion, and within seconds we were sucking on each other’s tongues with wild abandon. My hands moved from behind her back down onto her ass where they began to scramble the fabric of her dress higher. I was surprised when I realised there was no underwear down there, and I’d previous noticed there was no bra either.

  Realising what I was trying to do, she shifted her weight onto her feet and lifted her belly from mine to allow me to draw the dress fabric as high as her hips. My hands returned to her ass, naked to my touch now. When I dug my fingers into it a little she winced and I broke the kiss to look at her quizzically.

  He really screwed the ass off her?

  “I’ll tell you later, honey. “

  She duck-walked her hands back down my chest to lift herself to a sitting position, crossed her hands and grabbed the hem of her dress, which was now around her waist, and in one smooth motion pulled her only item of clothing off over her head to toss it onto the floor behind the couch. Leah was gloriously nude and statuesque astride me. I reached for her breasts but she backed herself away a little and shook her head no.

  “In a minute, honey. I think I need to release someone else from his prison first.”

  Leah moved further back until she was squatting with her legs either side of mine and she attacked the fly button and zip of my jeans with an almost savage disregard to the survival of the clothes. Her only aim was to free her object of desire – my cock. She indicated for me to raise my hips a little and when I did the jerk with which she pulled my jeans and shorts down was equally as savage. My dick, with a mind of its own, was pointing up in front of her and it was as hard as I’d ever known it to be. Immediately her hands dropped to surround it and began to caress it. Her petite hands easily circled it, stroking in unison up and down my erection. Knowing full well what she would do, I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Although the image on the screen of her cum bathed face seemed to be burned onto the inside of my eyelids, instinct, however, ensured I didn’t upset Leah by actually looking at the real thing, still crystal clear on the huge screen.

  Leah scrunched back slightly further and I felt her lower her body into place. Her breasts brushed against my legs and then her mouth engulfed the tip of my cock where it protruded from her hands. This was a favourite technique of hers, one I thoroughly enjoyed as she conti
nued to suck, lick and tease the end of my dick as her hands gently jacked me below. She set up a steady rhythm, sucking, jacking, licking, jacking, and then teasing the tiny slit in my end with the very tip of her tongue before repeating the process over and over again. I could feel her body moving against me, and I knew her own actions were having an effect on her.

  She could keep this routine up for anything up to fifteen minutes at a time, whenever I got too close she would retreat a little and reduce the pressure but this time I wanted more and her own squirming confirmed this to me. I lifted myself back up onto my elbows and looked down at her, as she continued to worship on my erection. She had to have felt me move but she simply continued her rhythm, her eyes looking up at me through her eyelashes, a slight smile just visible around her cock-filled mouth. Beyond her head I could see the way she was squirming and rocking backwards and forwards, trying with some measure of success to stimulate her own body with the friction of her movements against my legs.

  “Enough. I want you now.”

  She took her mouth off me and a magnificent smile lit up her face, not just her mouth. Her hands let go of their prize and dropped to either side of my hips. She crawled back up my body to plant a kiss on my lips before pushing herself upright to straddle me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressing against my shaft and it felt like magic, almost like the first time all over again.

  She lifted herself up and brought her hands towards our joined centre. She used one hand to steady herself against my navel while the other fished underneath herself to position my cock at the right angle for penetration. Once adjusted to a position she was happy with, she slowly sank backwards towards her heels. I felt my end press briefly against her outer pussy lips but there was very little resistance as their well-lubricated surface split, allowing me entry.

  Leah slid carefully down the length of my pole until I felt her buttocks touch my upper thighs, then she was sliding back up again. With her on top she was in total control of the speed and depth of penetration and it was immediately obvious she wanted full depth more than speed. Each time she sank back down she let out a soft moan and allowed her ass to flatten against my body, ensuring the maximum possible penetration into the depths of her vagina. She continued to thrust slowly up and down, her whole body moving and undulating, every muscle reacting to the stimulation and providing both of us with a feedback cycle that rapidly drove us towards a climax.

  With all the stimulation of watching the film, and the heightened anticipation and anxiety throughout the day, I wasn’t going to be able to last long. It was obvious too that Leah was getting close to the point of no return. Suddenly her movements became more and more ragged, the rhythm collapsing as her thighs trembled and she collapsed forward onto my chest, her ass thrusting powerfully back to engulf me as far inside her as possible as an orgasm raged through her system. She lay still for a moment, although still was perhaps a misnomer, her entire body was shaking and trembling from the aftermath of the tremors that were still running through her as her nerve endings blasted fire throughout her system.

  “God!”

  She smiled at me and then very slowly pulled herself off my still engorged cock.

  “Your turn, buster!”

  She shimmied back down my body and took almost half of my length into her mouth in one go, despite it being covered in her own juices.

  One hand snaked back between us to begin jacking me again, this time with long, hard and rapid strokes as her hot mouth sucked on my cock and her tongue swirled around it at every chance.

  Suddenly she stopped and spoke again.

  “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

  Leah returned to her work, the suction she was generating as her cheeks hollowed was huge, far more than she normally could. There was no way I could hold off for more than a few seconds longer. She twisted her body and allowed herself to drop to the floor beside the couch, giving her a better angle to attack her target. As more and more of my length disappeared into her oral cavity I couldn’t hold it back any more.

  “I’m cumming. . .”

  She whipped her mouth clear of me and started jacking me even harder, pointing my end right at her face. It was too much, I was far too far gone to stop her from her now obvious intention.

  Spurt after strong spurt shot out of the end of my prick, and splashed all over her lower face, coating her mouth and chin and her cheeks. Slowly the orgasm subsided and I could only stare in amazement at my cum-soaked wife as she squatted there, a smile on her face, smiling through the layer of sperm that coated her lips. As I got my breath back, Leah suddenly went serious on me again.

  “Anything that bastard does to me, you can do to. I mean it, honey, anything. If he does it you do it, unless you don’t want to. He did the porn star finish so now you have.”

  I looked in amazement at the two faces in front of me, the real one up close and the larger version on the screen behind her. There was a glaringly obvious difference despite the similarities. My Leah, the one in the room, had far more liquid on her face than the one on the screen. Somewhere in my brain that gave me a lot of satisfaction.

  Leah rose to her feet, moved around the couch and headed into the small washroom. I noticed her ass looked a little pinker than normal but not overly so. When she came back out after cleaning herself up I said nothing about it although the earlier wincing, the redness and Owen’s clear threat made me wonder. Leah’s attitude showed one thing: I was going to watch what happened in sequence and not any other way.

  “God, Leah, that was something else.”

  “I meant what I said, honey. Nothing he does is denied to you, not now, not today, not ever.”

  Her lips were compressed into a thin line as she frowned at me. I could see she meant every word and was in no mood to argue. After such a thrill ride, I had no intention of arguing either.

  “Now go and get yourself cleaned up, while I fetch us another bottle of wine. There are several more sequences to see.”

  “Several?”

  She smiled but I could see the blush rising to her cheeks, and remembered how over dinner she’d said he’d fucked her. Clearly I hadn’t seen that yet. I then watched as she did something else brand new. She nonchalantly turned and walked to the stairs back to the main level of the house, ascending them still stark naked, to fetch the wine. Leah never wandered around the house topless, let alone nude, now here she was after only a few hours under Owen’s control doing precisely that. I swallowed hard and grabbed my trousers in one hand as I stood and shuffled over to the washroom to follow my instructions.

  Part VII

  A few minutes later Leah returned down the stairs, carrying another bottle of opened white wine, this time in an ice bucket. I looked askance at her, we used an ice bucket to chill sparkling wine occasionally but neither of us liked still white iced, it was personal preference.

  She shook her head and silently mouthed ‘you’ll see’ before settling back down onto the couch next to me. This time she immediately snuggled up to me and I put my arm around her naked form and held her close. She lifted her face and kissed my cheek before extracting the bottle from the bucket and pouring both of us a refill. I hadn’t even noticed her drain her glass but she must have done at some point. I did notice the bottle was replaced on the table not in the ice bucket but didn’t say anything, although there was an element of curiosity in my glance at her. She smiled enigmatically and otherwise ignored the unspoken question. When Leah gets like that I know better than to ask, besides with her sitting there, stretching her naked from like a cat, there were far more rewarding things to look at and think about.

  “Are you ready to watch the next sequence, honey?”

  My lips were suddenly dry, so I grabbed for my wine glass for a sip before nodding. She leaned forward and retrieved the laptop, bringing it onto her knee this time. The way her breasts moved as she slid, first forward and then back, was delightful and I was initially a little disappointed that she wouldn’t
be moving so graceful again now the laptop was so close. Still it did mean she no longer broke contact between her unblemished skin and my hand on her shoulder.

  “The system did record everything that happened in between the last shot and where I’m going to start the playback, but although you might find him following me up to our bedroom to select my next outfit interesting, nothing of note happened.”

  “He actually followed you up the stairs?”

  “Closely.”

  “Touching?”

  “Of course. How many men do you know who could follow a naked woman upstairs after being intimate with her and not fondle her ass? Come on, Leo, be real! He did a lot of touching. You can always watch it later. This is more interesting.”

  She consulted her play list, typed for a second and then hit play. The close up picture of her sperm-drenched face disappeared, to be replaced with a shot of our dining room. On screen Leah was stretched out lengthwise on the dining room table, wearing a blue baby doll nightie and the panties to match. Navy stockings and patent shoes completed her scanty outfit and the panties in particular were so transparent from the angle of the camera that they might as well not have been there. She was gripping the top edge of the table with her fingers, with her arms stretched way above her head, obviously in response to an earlier command rendering her entirely vulnerable to him, this time without being tied up. I watched her gasp as he lifted the ice bucket onto the table and immediately realised why she’d brought it downstairs. I felt her shiver next to me as she remembered what had happened next.

  “Anticipation, dear, anticipation. Now you’re thinking about how that ice is going to feel on your naked skin, how the delicious pain will torment your nipples into distended hardness. Or how it will feel if I push a cold ice cube up into the folds of your cunt.”