Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  Owen licked his lips, obviously anticipating me pulling it up and off.

  Not yet, boyo.

  Instead my hands went up inside of it to at first merely caress the underside of my boobs and then as I pulled the tight, stretchy material away from me I brought my hands up to cup my breasts fully. He pursed his lips to whistle but no sound came out as I started to gently massage them underneath the top. He could see my fingers moving but he couldn’t see all that much. His hands had started moving too, stroking my leg from foot to knee, ignoring the subtle way I was grinding the point of my high heel into his thigh, about three or four inches from his crutch. It had to have been a cause of some pain but his focus was on how I was mauling my breasts.

  For the finale of the movement I quickly pinched my nipples between thumbs and fingers, quite hard, in order to bring them to full hardness and then started to slowly hop backwards. Owen took the hint and let go of my leg, allowing me to regain my footing and balance properly. When I looked down I could see the large tents my nipples were making in the cotton stretch top and I knew he was still looking at them while I continued to dance. He spread his legs apart, beckoning me to move closer to stand in between them. I wasn’t going to get his usual patter telling me what to do, but at least I could follow his gestures, and it didn’t take a mind reader to know what he wanted.

  I was soon dancing right between his legs. I could feel his thighs brush against my knees as I slowly moved from side to side. The next move was obvious too and I leaned in toward him, placing one hand on the arm of the chair for balance and slowly shifting it to the back of the chair behind his shoulder as I leaned ever closer. I knew my breasts were hanging down now. The top was tight but it couldn’t control their movement and I knew what to expect as his hands approached me.

  What he did next would have got him thrown out of any professional club but he had warned me at the start so I didn’t flinch too much as he cupped my breasts through the crop top. His palms unerringly began to rub over my globes and my increasingly hard nipples as I swayed my torso in front of his face.

  I continued the swaying motion for about a minute, knowing the deliberate oscillation of my hips in one direction and my chest in the other caused my hanging breasts to sway enticingly in his hands. Actually, he could keep his hands still and continue rubbing them, but Owen was way too hands on for that. When he stopped rubbing and began pulling on the nipples themselves I knew it was time to stand up. Extracting myself from his grasp took a couple of moments. Simply pulling away from the vice like grip he had on the hard little nubs would have been way too painful. When he realised I was trying to stand up to continue the teasing strip he relented and let go. I stood back up, raised my arms above my head and slowly turned in a half circle to stick my ass out towards him as my hands descended in front of me and crossed before grasping the hem of the crop top.

  I heard the chair move and when he patted my ass I knew he’d leaned forward to do so. A second later both of his hands were on my ass, rubbing in small circles, keeping it gentle but insistent. Knowing what he wanted didn’t take very long to process, so I pushed my ass back against his hands and kept my own movements running. I knew he was watching my back intently as my own hands grasped the bottom edge of the crop top and began to ascend pulling it with me. It was a little bit of a struggle to pull the fabric clear of my breasts but it wasn’t very long before I was pulling it up past my face. With my face and arms entangled in the top, I expected him to take advantage of my helpless state but he ignored it as I pressed my ass further back toward him.

  Finally, the top pulled clear of my face and I kept my arms rising to untangle it from my hair prior to removing it completely. I knew his cameras were all behind me and as a result only our own system was capturing my topless state from the front view. Nevertheless, just in case he’d managed to secrete another camera in the room, I resisted the temptation to wink or even glance at the camera as a hidden message to Leo. Once the top was off I cupped my breasts in my hands, allowed the top to dangle loosely from two fingers by its shoulder straps and slowly danced in a half circle back to face him. He couldn’t see my breasts with my hands covering them, but of course that wouldn’t last.

  Owen licked his lips and grinned at me, motioning for me to lower my hands. Instead I turned my back to him once more and raised my hands above my head, showing our cameras, and not his, my naked boobs. I backed in to the space between his legs, keeping my back arched to thrust my ass back and my breasts forward. As soon as I felt the touch of his jeans against the back of my legs I slowly bent forward, pushing my ass back toward his lap, and his hands immediately went to the offered flesh, not that he was given the time to touch for long as I lowered myself into his lap. I was after all giving him a lap dance and his lap was there. I wriggled as if to get comfortable but in reality was ensuring my ass was pressed against his cock, which was already hard. Owen’s hands rose to my naked waist and I slowly lowered my back against him, leaning my shoulders into him to allow him to look over my shoulder to see my breasts. With my hands still above my head, I couldn’t fend him off when his hands immediately moved to take possession of this particular prize. He cupped them at first, almost hefting them to check the weight, then within seconds he zeroed in on the most sensitive parts, my nipples. Every time his hand touched my breasts, they followed the same or a similar routine. His finger and thumb first circled each nub and then squeezed them into hardness, if they weren’t already hard that is. His actions increased their extension in his normal brusque manner. It hurt!

  “Ow!”

  I couldn’t suppress the reaction which simply drew a giggle from my tormentor. Not that I’d expected much in the way of sympathy from him. A few seconds later than he could have, he released the pressure and dropped his hands to my stomach where they began to move in small circles around my belly button, inching lower towards the waist band of my skirt. Despite the pain still flowing from my store nipples, I knew enough to realise he was about to go further than I wanted him to, yet anyway.

  Bringing my arms down from about our heads, I rested my hands on the chair arms and powered up first to a sitting then a standing position, breaking his tentative hold on my body. I moved a couple of steps away and turned to face him, still trying to maintain that confident four step strut that shook my entire body as alluringly as possible. Owen grinned up at me, obviously waiting for me to start removing the skirt. I didn’t bother trying to use my hands to cover my breasts anymore. Mind you, the rather nasty tweak he’d given my nipples meant I wanted a couple of minutes without breast stimulation to allow them some recovery time.

  Instead of the usual hook, eye and zip fastening at the back or side, this particular skirt had a row of four small buttons hidden down one of the side pleats. This was perfect for undoing with only one hand, which of course was what I was going to do. My left hand moved out in front of me, beckoning Owen to rise to his feet and join me, which of course he wasn’t going to do. I’d reasoned this would look good on his video. He smiled and nodded but stayed in his chair, exactly as anticipated, but his smile showed his appreciation that I’d obviously thought about my act.

  Of course I have you moron, Owen, but not for your benefit, for the benefit of my husband when he watches our tapes, not yours.

  My right hand was busy, finding the correct pleat without looking and slowly undoing the buttons, one by one. I made sure to turn my body slightly away from Owen, so he didn’t have a clear vision of my actions. My hip pointing straight at our own video system showed exactly what I was doing. My blackmailer knew I was doing something but he didn’t know exactly what. I started with the bottom button and worked my way up. I didn’t want to let the skirt become loose. After a few seconds, there was only one button left. Once I flicked that open the skirt would fall open in a side v shape and Owen would know he was about to see a lot more of me.

  I spun back to face him straight on, confident when Leo watched the recording later his eyes
would be fixed on the fingers of my right hand. I eased the button through the buttonhole, keeping my hand in the way of Owen’s greedy stare. The tiny power trip in the middle of this was having an effect. I knew I was teasing him and this teasing was giving me a power rush, an adrenalin rush, very akin to getting turned on. In fact, a moment later as my fingers finally let go of the button, allowing the skirt to fall open, I realised I actually was turned on, much to my own surprise. The powerbase in the room had shifted to the dancer – me, rather than its recipient – Owen. This was knowledge I filed away for later use.

  The skirt now unfolded in front and back on that side, hanging diagonally loosely but still caught on my left hip. It would need a wriggle to actually send it floating to the floor. Raising my arms above my head once more, I danced back around another half circle and eased backwards to within reach of Owen’s fingers. He knew I wanted him to pull my skirt down for me but with Owen being Owen, he was going to take his own sweet time about it. His hands rested on my hips and gently guided me back until I was standing right between his legs once more, closer than I’d intended on getting this time, but I couldn’t really protest – no rules in this club, after all.

  One of his hands lifted to rest in the small of my back and pushed gently against my bare skin. The other held my hip firmly in place. It was an obvious signal he wanted me to bend over and of course this is what I did, knowing my skirt would now stretch across my ass and the hem would lift to show leg above the tops of the stockings.

  His hands disappeared from contact with me for a moment and I felt very vulnerable again, the power rush of a few seconds earlier had dissipated as fast as it came. The residual arousal did not, however, go away. They returned to grasp my skirt and I allowed myself a quiet sigh of relief. I’d half expected a spanking but it didn’t materialise. His hands weren’t exactly gentle as he eased the garment down over my butt and onto the tops of my thighs but they weren’t violently rough either. The skirt would fall no further, trapped between my legs and his but he lost no time in resting his hands on the naked globes of my ass. Either side of the thong I knew had, by now, all but disappeared into the crack of my ass.

  I continued the bump and grind, pushing my ass into his hands for a minute or so before taking a deep breath and stepping away. As soon as the pressure holding it in place eased, the skirt slit down to my feet and I, as gracefully as I could, stepped out of it and hooked it away to slide across the floor. I realised the music should have finished ages ago, but the same track was obviously playing on repeat. This must be just about the slowest lap dance on record, anywhere. I almost giggled about it going into the Guinness Book of Records as the incongruous thought flashed across my mind but managed to keep only a smile on my lips as I finally turned to face him.

  Owen’s eyes fastened immediately on the narrow strip of fabric that covered my slit and my landing strip, the final protection which prevented my nudity being on full display. I’d already decided to give him the chance to remove the thong, and stepped back to his knees, keeping my hands above my head, bumping and grinding to the beat.

  He caught on straight away and his hands moved to my hips where he simply rested them for a couple of moments before coming to a decision. One hand dropped to my mound and began to gently rub my pussy through the thin material. The other hand tugged the band a couple of inches down my hip on that side. I continued to thrust my hips in and out as he swapped hands to allow him to repeat the movement on the other side. When he swapped back again his finger position had changed. This time the tips pressed directly against the middle of my pussy lips, and each time my hips thrust forward I almost impaled myself as his fingers, and incidentally my thong, began to enter me. I gasped the first time, but managed to keep my dance rhythm and kept repeating the motion. Owen obviously enjoyed it and the next time he switched hands he pushed his finger harder against my crutch, this time forcing the finger to actually penetrate the first half an inch. I caught my breath again and realised Owen was watching my face for my reaction, smirking at his discover that I was already wet from my performance. The thong had now fallen around my upper thighs, and only his intruding fingers stopped it falling away. I was almost sorry when he pulled his finger away and allowed the garment to fall, exposing me to his eyes as well as his probing fingers.

  A half step away from him allowed the garment to hit the floor and I stepped clear and lifted my eyes to look at Owen. He signalled a half turn with his fingers and I obediently turned my back on him once more. I was close enough for him to touch me but it was a few seconds before he did and I was sure I could hear the rustle of clothing behind me as he adjusted something. I was pretty sure what it was but didn’t turn to look. I knew he wanted the surprise to be that or he wouldn’t have asked me to turn my back.

  His hands reached to my hips once more and gently tugged my body back towards him and then repeated the pressing motion on my back to get me to bend over and point my ass at him. There was one crucial difference this time, he’d closed his legs, forcing me to straddle him, and this was a difficult position to keep my balance in, or to maintain the bump and grind movements. As I bent over I quickly realised I was extremely vulnerable. While he didn’t have a particularly good view of my pussy from there, my torso was lower because my legs were apart, but he most certainly had access. He confirmed that as his fingers brushed against my labia a second later. I shivered at the gentle touch, unable to conceal my reaction.

  It was difficult to keep up the pretence of moving to the beat as I crouched there hunched forward on front of him, my legs straddling his and his fingers getting more and more intrusive around my nether regions. First one finger and then a second pushed their way into my moist channel and began to pump in and out of me. All the rough handling and the deliberate slow exposure had already got me going and his fingers slipped easily in and out of me. I expected any minute he would pull me back onto his lap, incidentally, on purpose, impaling me on his thick cock, which I guessed he’d exposed. I knew the position would be uncomfortable, as my legs would be resting on top of his and my weight suspended on his penis, with no purchase for my feet and I wasn’t really looking forward to it. Owen had other ideas. His fingers withdrew, leaving me gasping and feeling very empty down there.

  “Turn around and straddle me, one knee either side.”

  His voice was hoarse with a desire that matched my own physical reaction to him. It might be all about his desire and needs but I was very ready as well. Spinning round to face him, I glanced down at his lap and noticed his erection was standing proud in the open. I’d guessed right when I’d heard the rustle of clothing behind me. He’d opened his flies and got himself ready. I lifted one leg and slid it into the gap between his leg and the chair arm. Almost like a gentleman, Owen put his hands on my flanks to steady me as I repeated the process with the other knee. My pussy was now pressed tight against his cock and I could feel the heat radiating from it, the contact making it throb in anticipation. He was really hard. My lap dance had obviously been very successful in getting him going. Now it was time to pay the piper.

  “Put it in.”

  Owen growled at me, his voice really hoarse with anticipation. I slowly lifted myself up, leaning one hand on his shoulder and pressing my breasts against his chest as my other hand dropped into the almost non-existent gap between us to grasp his member. Its heat seared into my palm and I knew Owen was going to be subject to his usual failing – no stamina. I bit my lip in silent frustration as his hands moved down to my ass to provide some support and aid in spreading myself wide enough for him. He moved his face closer to me and started to kiss me as I slowly adjusted the point of contact between us. As his tongue invaded my mouth I thought how hard it would be to do this with Stan’s longer cock and almost dissolved into giggles, somehow hiding the embarrassing reaction, which would have done nothing for either of us, by moaning into his mouth.

  Slowly I sank back down again, this time with his cock centred on my pussy, th
e end sliding between my lips as if on rails. I hadn’t realised I really was that wet. I tried to keep the movement slow but Owen pulled his hands clear so as not to trap them between us and I wasn’t ready for the loss of support. I fell three or even four inches towards his lap, impaling myself on his prick in a rush that brought a grunt from both of us. It took another couple of seconds to lower myself all the way until I could feel his jeans touch the back of my ass. I’d engulfed him in one movement. I eased my body away from him, knowing full well what my tormentor would want—access to my breasts with his hands—and broke the kiss, although I brought my other hand up to clasp both behind his neck. Owen smiled at me, the Cheshire cat grin saying he had what he wanted – me, doing what he wanted. That became even truer a moment later.

  “All yours, sweetheart. Fuck yourself silly!”

  He expects me to do all the work! Bastard!

  Although my initial reaction was to be upset, the more I thought about the idea of as he put it, fucking myself silly on him, and doing all the work, the more I liked it. Hopefully I would have the chance to control the pace so that he didn’t cum too quickly and at the same time manage to bring myself off at least once. With that in mind, I began to slowly lift up off him once more, allowing him to slip partially out of me in the process. Owen’s hands had, as expected, immediately moved to cup my breasts and as I slowly sank back down onto him once more, he simultaneously pushed up to meet my descending ass and grabbed and pulled on my nipples. I gasped as the extra penetration and the pain from my nipples met and mingled in my nerves.