by Bridy McAvoy
I felt his fingers move up the deep plunge of the top of my dress, twanging each of the four remaining laces as he passed. He paused on the top one and I felt the bow being slowly undone, no mean feat with just one hand. The dress appreciable loosened as a result and I glanced down to see the lace was now dangling uselessly to the side. Without saying anything his hand dropped the couple of inches to the next lace and repeated the process. Within a couple of minutes the laces were all undone and the dress now gaped open from my neck down to below my belly button, the two loose folds of fabric covering my breasts held in place by nothing other than willpower alone. Held, that is, until Owen decided different.
His other hand moved to slide onto my inner thigh, but encountered my other leg in its way. He flicked my soft flesh with his finger in an insistent gesture to get me to open my legs. I sighed, but couldn’t really do anything other than shuffle my feet further apart to allow him the access he craved.
“Soft and sexy. Very nice. Just the way I like you, Leah. Soft and sexy.”
He was in no hurry as I stood there, his hands slowly travelling over my body, moving closer and closer to the more forbidden fruits. His fingers caressed my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to my still wet pussy, his other hand sliding higher until it touched the bottom of my breast.
“Sit back onto my knees.”
I shivered as I sat down, feeling his knees provide a precarious support. Without being told I’d positioned my legs to fall either side of his, knowing his next move would be to bare my pussy and breasts to the camera, in a position he could get at them with his wandering hands.
“Lean back into me.”
I was in very real danger of sliding completely off his legs and landing inelegantly on the floor as I complied, and he sensed I wasn’t totally comfortable.
“Shuffle back a bit so you’re on my lap. Don’t want you to fall and bruise that cute little tush of yours, do we?”
He chuckled but gasped as I ground my ass backward, catching his legs between me and the frame of the car.
Score one to me!
As soon as I came to rest I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Clearly my earlier performance had got his motor running again. He might be quick on the trigger but his powers of recuperation were equally quick!
With me much closer to him it was far easier for him to reach the bits that mattered most and his hand very quickly went into the opening at the top of my dress and cupped my breast. His other hand returned to the slit on the dress and worked its way through it and up to my crutch. As his fingers fluttered across my pussy, I couldn't help squirming a little on his lap and I arched my back, thrusting my breast into his hand. The nipple was still hard from earlier, which was obvious to his groping fingers.
His finger traced up and down the line of my slit, only the dress bunched loosely between my legs hiding that fact from the cameras in front of me.
“Very nice. Wet. Just how I like my pussy!”
Without warning, he jammed his finger deep inside me, causing a deep shudder to rend through my body. He chuckled again.
“I think you like that, Missy…Don’t you?”
He moved his finger inside me, massaging the inner wall of my vagina, reaching for my g-spot and it felt good enough that I didn’t trust myself to answer. A second finger joined the first and I was literally squirming on his lap as he kept up the relentless pressure on my senses.
“Your hands don’t have to be helpless, you know. Show yourself to the camera.”
My mind was in autopilot as he continued his assault on my pussy, my hands rising to pull the top of the dress to the sides, exposing my breasts to the open air before dropping down to gather the dress up to my waist. I was moaning by now, unable to prevent the vocal signal of my own arousal.
“Stand up.”
Owen’s voice was hoarse as I complied and he quickly moved his hands to the back of my neck and untied the bow holding the halter neck up. Although it was pulled to the side it still gave me some cover, though not any more as the two halves fell away to the front, leaving me naked to the waist.
He followed suit and stood up, moving to the side before suddenly spinning me round and pushing my head down. I had to grab the back seat of the car for balance and this turned out to be exactly what he wanted as he manipulated me into position, top half in the car, my ass still on the outside, my feet still on the floor. He lifted the dress off to the side baring my ass and pussy to the camera as he nudged my legs apart.
There was no finesse now; from his point of view it was urgent. His quick on the draw problem raising its head once more as he quickly unzipped his fly, fished his rigid dick out, positioned himself behind me and drove home all in a single movement. I grunted as he thrust into me, his cock much bigger than the vibrator or his fingers, but still easy to accommodate. It felt good as his balls hit my thighs, and then he was pulling out again, almost all the way before violently thrusting in once more. I spread my legs wider to maintain my balance, aware my breasts were surging forward and backward obscenely as he continued to fuck me hard.
Another four or five thrusts was all it took, nowhere near enough time to get me off too, but my pleasure wasn’t important to Owen at that moment, merely the driving need to get his rocks off. He buried himself in me as far as he could and I felt his sperm blast out to coat the inside of my vagina. I gasped and groaned, as much in frustration as anything else, as he pulled clear of me, leaving me feeling empty as he staggered away and I slowly levered myself to a standing position.
Part IX
At least Owen allowed me to shower off and douche out the remains of the previous session before he called me back down to the kitchen. It must be a man thing but watching a woman cooking a meal in the nude, wearing just a tiny apron around my waist and a pair of heels, turned Owen on and amused him in equal measure. As I prepared a simple Bolognese dressed that way he must have shot off another hundred or so pictures, interspersed with a crude running commentary. He insisted I kept my nipples hard throughout too, though it’s very difficult to concentrate on cooking pasta while pinching your nipples!
Owen insisted I remained dressed, or rather undressed, like that while we ate and then took even more pictures as I loaded the dishwasher, even going so far as to slap my ass quite hard as I was bent over. Then it was time to head for the bedroom, camera in hand, once more.
“We need to sort out your wardrobe for tomorrow night.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. Tell me, Leah…Have you decided yet?”
“Decided what?”
“Whether you’d prefer to run the risk of a gang bang at the camera club, or get me to invite them here for a guaranteed gang bang instead?”
“You bastard!”
He threw his head back and laughed like a loon.
“Now, now. Be careful, I’ve got Thursday night as well, so I just might do both.”
“Fuck off!”
“Language, dear. Last chance. Which is your heart's desire?”
“You know the answer to that—neither!”
He stepped up close to me and looked me straight in the eyes.
“Don’t give me that, Leah. I’m sure you are looking forward to getting naked and watching a dozen or more men lust after your nude body.”
I didn’t answer, afraid that my face might give away the fact he was uncomfortably close to the truth.
“I can see it in your eyes. The idea does have its appeal to you. The question is—does the gang bang turn you on too?”
“No!”
“So which is it going to be, Leah? Answer me now or I’ll set one up for tomorrow and one up for Thursday.”
I knew he was bluffing about Thursday, but he didn’t know I knew that. I took a deep breath.
“I’ll go to the camera club. Just this once. There’d better not be a gang bang either! If there is, everything is off and that’s a promise.”
He chuckled and stepped back.
“Of course. Until you remember I hold all the cards. All I have to do is post some of these images and videos to certain people...”
He tailed off, feeling no need to spell out the blackmail any further. He thought he held all the cards.
You wait ‘til Friday, sunshine. Just you wait.
“So we need to build your outfits from the ground up, as they say.”
He sat on the end of the bed and looked at me.
“Outfits?”
“Yep. One to arrive in and take off. One to put on to take off and something to quickly slip into to come home in.”
“I trust there’s a dressing room?”
He grinned but didn’t answer. I already knew from Mia there wasn’t, just a curtain that didn’t really provide any cover as it was open on two sides.
“It’s going to be a nice innocent theme, so all white is the plan.”
“Innocent…As in bridal, I take it?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
I was frowning at him but he was simply ignoring that fact.
“If you’re prepared to wear your wedding dress.”
“Fuck off! No way.”
“Language again, dear. Don’t make me remind you again. I didn’t think you would wear it and I’m not even going to try to go there, so we want white as a theme to convey your innocence which you will then do your best to dispel.”
He chuckled again as I very visibly made an effort to regain my temper.
“You look sensational when you’re nude and angry. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
I simply glowered at him, not rising to the bait.
“Now, as I said, we need to build the outfit from the ground up. So let’s see all your white underwear. The sexy stuff, that is, not the plain cotton stuff. Lace, silk or satin.”
I moved past him to my underwear drawer and began pulling out the six or seven sets of white underwear that I thought matched his requirements. Leo had a definite lingerie fetish, which Owen clearly shared, so as a result I had a lot of sexy under garments for Owen to choose from. He picked out the thinnest lacy bra and panties set, a slightly more opaque set, a satin set and then surprised me by adding a camisole and French knickers set.
“Put on a white garter belt and stockings and a pair of heels and then model these for me, please.”
He remained sitting there on the bed so I was obviously not going to be given any privacy to change, not that I’d particularly expected any, but it would have been nice. I grabbed a pair of white stockings from the drawer and a plain-ish garter belt and turned the dressing chair around so it faced him. Clearly he wanted a full show.
My breasts dangled down as I bent over to pull the stocking onto my foot, and I kept my legs apart so he could see my pussy too. I repeated the same process with the other foot before gently stroking the nylon up each leg in turn. Finally I stood up and fastened the garter belt around my waist and then leaned forward, making my breasts swing again as I fastened the snaps to the tops of the stockings.
“Hell, if you can look that sexy getting dressed, you won’t need a dressing room. The guys will be taking photos of you in both directions!”
I frowned at him but he ignored it, as usual.
“Can’t help it, Leah. You are just such a natural in front of the camera. So beautiful, so sexy…so available.”
His hand reached down to his crutch and massaged his growing lump there. With a sinking feeling I realised he had every intention of fucking me again before he left, although as yet he hadn’t told me he was leaving for the night.
“Very nice, Leah. Now let’s look at the satin set.”
I pulled the panties up my legs and adjusted them into position. They fit very snugly, and outlined my mound in every detail. The bra was a slightly looser fit, and I knew it wasn’t quite so sexy. The big advantage for it was the fact it was a front loader.
“Come closer.”
I stepped to within a couple of feet of him and he made a twirling motion with his fingers, and I dutifully turned round so he could see the back view.
“Bend over.”
I knew the panties would pull tightly across my ass when I did so, and indeed I could feel the fabric stretching tautly.
Crack!
The arrogant so-and-so had smacked me hard on one cheek and I flew back upright.
“Ow!”
“Don’t get uppity with me, Missy. Just do as you’re told.”
“I was doing as you told me!”
“Yeah, but with attitude. Lose the attitude and I won’t do it again.”
I bit my lip but stayed silent. When I turned back to him the smile was back in its rightful place.
He reached up between my breasts and flipped the catch open. The two bra cups, obviously tighter than I’d thought they were, flew to the sides, exposing my breasts to him once more. Owen smiled up at my naked breasts.
“Next set, sweetie.”
I slowly stripped off the satin set and then repeated the process with the two lace underwear sets and finally the camisole and French knickers set. Owen discarded the least revealing of the lace sets and told me to put the most revealing set back on.
“Do you have any white full slips?”
I nodded and held up two fingers. He simply cocked an eyebrow so I opened another drawer and fished those out and held them up for him. One was plain and had quite wide shoulder straps; the other had a couple of inches of lace trim around the top and the hem and was considerably shorter. In fact I’d worn it as nightie on a couple of occasions; Leo thought it was quite sexy in its own right. The very thin shoulder straps added to the overall impression. Owen motioned for me to return the plain one to the drawer and put the sexier one on and model it for him.
I slipped it over my head and then wriggled it down into position, smoothing it down over my hips. The thin material clung to me around the bodice and the lace revealed some of the detail of the lace of the bra underneath, although it did cover my nipples from view.
“Pinch your nipples, sweetie. I want to see how it tents up.”
I frowned at him but he just grinned, so with a shrug of resignation I complied with his instructions and pinched my nipples to hardness. Of course the thin bra and slip combination immediately indented producing the required tents.
“What that needs now is a nice wrap around white skirt. Do you have one of those?”
“Sorry, Owen. No…But I do have a cream one.”
“Try that then.”
The skirt had two buttons at the waist, an inside one and another one about a third of the way around the waist from the first one. The skirt wrapped around but if you pulled the top layer aside it provided a slit right up to waist level. Of course that idea met with his entire approval too.
“How about a nice peasant blouse to go with it, you know, the ones with the elasticated top?”
“The only two of those I’ve got have embroidery detail, they’re not plain.”
“Show me.”
Now it was the turn of the blouses, first one and then the other. One had tiny lemon flowers embroidered around the neckline; the other had more of a pattern across the whole front. He of course chose the first one.
“Right, that’s your arrival outfit. You’ll be wearing that when you get there, and I’ll be talking you through taking it off for everyone.”
“Hmm.”
He laughed.
“Right, take it off now and put the cami set on. Let’s sort out your second outfit.”
He sat back and watched as I slowly peeled off the clothes he’d selected for me. First the blouse and the skirt, followed by the slip, and finally the bra and then the panties.
“You can leave the garters and stockings and heels. You’ll keep those on all the time.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Attitude, remember?”
His grin told me he wasn’t really threatening me, simply reminding me that I was not only nude but also in his power. I smi
led and waited for him to suggest something.
“A nice dress, I think, this time with a bit of pattern to it. Something that hugs your figure but still looks somewhat demure. If it buttons up the front, even better, then it can quickly become a whole lot less demure.”
He finally picked a red and white candy striped dress with a square yoke which came down to within about three inches of my knees. Normally I would want to wear a bra with it but it was going to be teamed with the camisole top, which could also gape. If I was sitting down anyone standing over me would get a pretty good view.
“Okay. So what about the leaving outfit?”
Owen just grinned at me.
“That’s easy, you’ve already selected it…The white satin bra and panties.”
“I am not driving home through town in just my underwear, not for you, not for anybody!”
“Nah. You can put your light coat over it. You’ll be fine. Wouldn’t want you getting arrested anyway. That would queer my pitch.”
He glanced at his watch.
“Right, time for me to go.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed…Mia’s decided I’ve got a bit on the side, somewhere…”
“You have—me…Not entirely willingly, but you have.”
He shrugged.
“Anyway, she’s supposed to ring me at home at nine and make sure I’m there and behaving myself. I’m going home early because I suspect she’ll ring early just to try to trip me up.”
“I see.”
“So, this way you get the night off tonight, but not tomorrow night.”
“Ah…”
I stuck my tongue out at him and giggled at his affronted look.
“Attitude, young lady. I might have to spend Thursday spanking you as a result.”
“Can it!”
“I’ll see you at eight in the morning. Don’t bother wearing anything other than your robe. Night- night.”
I quickly slung my towelling robe on over the camisole set I was still wearing and followed him downstairs to make sure he really was leaving once he’d packed up his gear. He did, and I thankfully locked the doors behind him.