by Bridy McAvoy
“Stay like that a minute.”
I did as Owen told me, now watching James as he stared down at my breasts from only a couple of feet in front of me.
“I can tell you like what you see, James. Is it worth it?”
The guys behind me all chuckled.
“Oh yeah! She’s hot!”
“How see-through is the bra?”
“Enough.”
They were discussing me as if I wasn’t there, which hurt a little, but I knew Owen was heaping the humiliation on me, knowing how my body responded to the exhibitionist state. Of course, he was right. I was now sitting in front of sixteen men, fifteen of them strangers, wearing a see through bra and panty set and about to display all my charms. I could feel my pussy responding, just as my nipples already had.
“Stand up, please, Leah.”
I was already breathing heavily, as I slowly stood, knowing they were all taking pictures of my ass as I did so.
“Shift the chair out of the way, please, James.”
I watched as he followed Owen’s instructions and then returned to stand in front of me once more. I was surprised when he handed me the slip.
“Hold that in front of you and turn and face us, please, Leah.”
Obviously he wanted a big denouement. As I turned to face the lights and the men once more I felt James move to stand right behind me, obviously on arrangement with Owen. I almost panicked but in the end decided I had to ride with it.
“Good girl. Now James is going to reach round you and take hold of the slip. Good. He’s not touching you, Leah, so don’t worry. Now he’s got the slip, so you lift your hands free. Lift your hands right up into the air and close your eyes. Ready? Okay, James, now!”
I felt the smooth silk fabric slid down my body, leaving me standing there in front of them wearing just the see through lace underwear. James stayed there for a few seconds and then moved to the side and returned to his place in the pack and I assume retrieved his camera. I couldn’t tell, there were so many camera shutters clicking.
“Well done, Leah.”
I smiled a quick thank you in his general direction and slowly lowered my arms.
“Good girl, nearly done this set, then you can take a break. I want you to lift your hands to your shoulders and flick the bra straps down. Good.”
I knew where this was going and convulsively swallowed as the strap left my shoulders completely naked. I knew they could already see my nipples through the lace of the bra, and pretty much see the bare lips of my pussy as well through the correspondingly see through front of the panties. The next moment of truth wasn’t far away.
“Excellent, Leah. Now turn around and bring your hands to the small of your back. Good girl. Now flick the catch open.”
I shuddered as the tight elastic parted and my breasts fell forward into the suddenly loose fabric.
“Cup your breasts with your hands and turn and face us again. Perfect. Smile more, don’t be shy.”
“Now slowly move your arm so it covers both breasts and holds the bra in place while you slip the other arm through the strap…Excellent. Keep going. Repeat the process by changing arms…Perfect. Now, keep the arm in place and slowly use your free hand to extract the bra. Good. Now dangle it by the strap from your finger…Now throw it to the side. Good girl. Well done, Leah. Now, boys, we want to see some breast, don’t we?”
There was a loud chorus of 'yes' from the rest of the guys. I’d been so concentrated on following Owen’s instructions I’d almost forgotten they were all there - almost, but not quite. Now they’d reminded me with a vengeance.
“Throw your arms up in the air, Leah. Good girl.”
Suddenly I was standing there with my arms above my head, topless, indeed wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, in front of a large group of cheering men who were nevertheless continuing to point their cameras at me and click away.
“Very good, Leah…Very good indeed. Now turn away once more.”
I shuddered as I turned, bringing my arms down to my sides, glad for the moment not to be facing them. Nothing was said but suddenly I heard footsteps approaching me from both sides. I was not particularly surprised to see Doug and Phil suddenly appear, one on each side, and both dropped to their knees facing back the way they’d come and in front of me too.
“Leah. I got the impression you might not be able to finish the process and remove your panties yourself so I organised you a little help. Gentlemen, if you please, the final denouement.”
Owen hadn’t given me any opportunity to object, and the two men in front of me didn’t give me any time to protest either. They both reached for my hip nearest to them, snagged the waistband of the scanties I was wearing and inexorably drew my last covering down. I didn’t count my garter belt, stockings and heels, and I was pretty sure they weren’t counting them either. They didn’t cover anything, and no one seemed bothered about being revealed. The panties did, however imperfectly. Not any more as they were slowly slid down onto my upper thighs and then down to my knees.
“Was I right, gentlemen, is she a natural blonde?”
“Sure is.”
Another cheer rose to the rafters as the two continued the process of pulling my panties down around my ankles before helping me step out of them. All the time both pairs of eyes were locked onto my pussy, a pussy that I felt was leaking; I was so turned on by the experience, despite my own desire not to be.
They slowly rose to their feet and each of them took a hand and they paraded me around in a half circle until I was facing the rest of them once more. Another cheer rose as I faced them, nude apart from the aforementioned stockings etc. and the two helpers retook their places. I guess their reward was the chance to see my exposed pussy first and from a closer range than anyone else. Mind you from the size of some of those telephoto lenses pointing at me several of them were getting pretty good close-up views anyway.
“And that’s a wrap, gentlemen. Set is complete. Big round of applause for our super model, Leah!”
They all clapped, although one or two were clearly still trying to snap a few shots. Owen appeared at my side.
“Come on, Leah, let’s get you a drink.”
He began to steer me toward the trestle table in the corner once more. I looked back longingly at my clothes.
“No point. They’ve already see your naked body. Just smile and mingle for a few minutes then you can put your next outfit on.”
* * * *
Owen had very neatly mouse-trapped me into a very peculiar situation. Here I was stark naked, holding a glass of wine, making small talk with a large group of fully dressed men. Oh, they were all gentlemen, surprisingly including Owen, and none of them touched me, although very few of them would look me in the eyes, they were all looking elsewhere, my breasts, my ass and especially my pussy, my aroused pussy. Several of them were close enough at one point or another to smell me, I’m quite sure of it. Certainly the glistening folds of my pussy and my very erect nipples would have given me away even if they had no sense of smell. I could smell me.
They tended to clump in small groups and somehow engineered it so that I wasn’t just with one group, but was passed around between the groups without anyone laying a hand on me. I was mingling without deliberately moving. Eventually Owen was at one end of the trestle table and I was at the other, with Doug, Phil and James.
“So, Leah, do you do private sessions?”
“No.”
Doug was taking the lead but the other two were hanging on our every word.
“Not even for Owen? It’s obvious you’ve worked with him before.”
“Well…That doesn’t count.”
“Would you do a private session with the three of us?”
I shook my head.
“Not even if we paid you double the rate for tonight?”
Double nothing is still nothing, fella.
“Don’t think so.”
“Have you ever done video?”
My hesitation ga
ve me away.
“Thought as much. How about doing a video session with us, then? I’m certain you’d enjoy it. Tell you what, I’ll give you my card and you can call me if you change your mind.”
The way he stressed the word enjoy told me exactly what he’d got in mind for this session, rather more like Owen’s private sessions than this one. At that moment Owen appeared.
“Time for your next outfit, Leah.”
He grabbed my arm and steered me away toward the corner of the room where I spotted my tote bag, but not before Doug had slipped his business card into my hand. For some perverse reason I hung onto the card and kept it hidden from Owen.
“Five minutes, sweetie. Get dressed.”
Owen chuckled and left me. I quickly dropped the card into the tote and pulled out the clothes I was supposed to be wearing. Suddenly James appeared at my side.
“You don’t want to leave these behind. If you do, I call dibs on the knickers as a souvenir.”
He chuckled and handed me the clothes from the first set. I flashed him a smile of gratitude. Mind you, given my state of undress, I flashed him a hell of a lot more.
I stretched up and pulled the camisole over my head. I heard a couple of shutter clicks and spun round to see three of the guys had approached and were taking pictures of me getting dressed. There wasn’t a lot I could do, and I could see the rest of them were watching for my reaction. I shrugged and pulled the camisole down over my breasts and smoothed it into place. By the time I was pulling the French knickers up my legs there were several more taking shots of my impromptu session. They all stopped when I eased the dress into place, I guess I was suddenly less interesting now.
Owen hadn’t joined in, he’d been busy in the centre of the room, arranging a low sturdy table and positioning the lights around it, clearly the set for my next performance.
“Right, Leah. Are you ready? Good. Come over here and sit on the edge of the table. Starting in one minute, people.”
Soon they were all gathered the other side of the lights again and it was time for the next sequence. I was surprised when it was Doug that started directing it, rather than Owen.
“Okay, Leah. Can you sit upright, please? Hold the pose. Excellent, you are very good at this. Now I want you to imagine we’re not here, okay? Try to think you are all alone here, just listen to my voice. Nod if you understand me.”
I nodded.
“Good, now I want you to scoot back on the table, so you are sitting further to the rear of it, and your legs are stretched out on the table in front of you. Don’t worry, you won’t fall off it or through it, it’s sturdy enough to take more than your slim weight.”
He was definitely smoother than Owen, and for a moment I fantasised about the private session he’d asked me for, although I knew his friends, Phil and James, at least, would be there too.
“Now slowly spread your legs a foot or so apart. Good, that’s very good. I want you to think about somewhere really nice where you could be sitting, I want you to concentrate on that very nice place, maybe somewhere out in the country, don’t think about here, think about there. That’s a nice dreamy smile—you really are getting into this perfectly. Now raise your right knee, slide your foot toward yourself making your knee tent upward. Good, keep it going, keep thinking about that nice place. Now repeat that with your left leg.”
His voice was even more hypnotic than Owen’s was and I really was thinking about a nice meadow, sitting in the grass under the sun, not thinking at all about the lecherous group of guys who were now taking pictures of my panties from between my tented legs. The short skirt of the dress had quickly folded back along my thighs. I shivered at the contradictions between my day dream and my reality but I couldn’t let go of either. The fact the table was hard and cold against my ass as opposed to the nice soft grass of a meadow didn’t bother me either.
“Open your legs further, let that nice summer breeze play with the naked skin of your thighs. Good girl. Now reach behind you and unzip the dress, doesn’t that feel good, doesn’t that sunshine feel good against your naked skin?”
I was breathing heavily, the sensuous nature of the situation and the almost erotic quality of the day dream combined to heighten my senses and bring my arousal higher.
“Good, now ease the dress down off your shoulders and slowly drop it to your waist. Oh, you do make a pretty picture sitting there in your meadow.”
How did he know I was sitting in a meadow? Oh, well. Lucky guess, I suppose.
“I’m right, aren’t I? You are thinking about a lovely summer meadow?”
I nodded, still smiling dreamily.
“Get up onto your knees, now, Leah. Pull the dress off over your head and toss it away. That’s really good. Now lie down on your tummy in the meadow. Doesn’t that feel nice?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl, now think about who you would like to be in the meadow with you, think about what you would like to do there. Put a hand underneath yourself, press it against your stomach. Doesn’t that feel great?”
I was following his orders like an automaton, not caring about the other guys surrounding him, clicking away with their cameras.
“Good girl. That feels good, doesn’t it? Now slowly move your hand lower, into those wonderful silky knickers you are wearing. Can you feel your mound? Can you feel how wet you are? The person in the field with you? Imagine it’s them doing this to you, it’s them stroking your pussy, and it’s them slowly pressing a finger against your slit.”
“Oh…”
I was moaning and I couldn’t help it. The whole situation had got me so turned on I couldn’t help responding to the verbal stimuli and pressed my finger deep into my slit. I knew my hips were starting to bounce up and down and I didn’t care they were all watching me as I frigged myself.
“Cum for us, Leah, cum for us.”
Visions of crazy things swirled behind my eyelids. Leo making out with me in a field, Owen persuading me to lose my panties that first time, Stan and his huge cock, even Chris and her tongue buried in my slit. The real memories were interspersed with fantasies, including to my own surprise one about Doug, Phil and James.
“Oh…Oh…God!”
It didn’t take me long to peak, in such an excited state I was fair game for my own fingers, there was nothing that could have prevented it. I writhed on my own impaling finger for several seconds as the orgasm boiled through me.
“God…Look at her go.”
“She’s fingering herself good under there.”
“She’s cumming. Jeez, I wish my old woman did that.”
“Ssssh!”
The men quietened down as Doug reasserted control.
“Turn over, Leah. Let the sun warm the front of your body.”
I was still panting, still hot with lust, and it was easy to follow his directions.
“I don’t think you need those knickers now, do you, my little blonde sex pot? Lose them—let’s have your pussy out in the open, shall we?”
I continued to follow the instructions, my mind not really interested in the state of my clothing, or lack thereof, only disappointed to be removing my finger from my pussy, leaving me with an empty feeling.
I lifted my hips clear of the table and slid the silk from under my ass, then dropped my ass back to the wood and pushed them onto my legs.
“James.”
I heard someone step forward and knew it was James and he was going to be removing my panties for me. I lifted my legs clear of the table and let him draw them slowly down my legs and away. As soon as they were clear I lowered my feet to the table and twisted my knees apart, displaying my pussy to the cameras and allowing access for my busy fingers which instantly returned to their previous role.
“Oh…God! I’m going to cum again soon.”
“Before you do, sweetheart, I think you should lose the camisole top. Let’s get your tits out in the open as well as your cunt.”
It was a different voice, Phil, I think, a
nd he sounded harsher, using cruder words. At that moment I didn’t care and I sat up and stripped off the camisole, handing it to James, and laid back down again. Soon enough my fingers returned to their target.
“Cum for us again, Leah, cum for us. Close your eyes and cum for us.”
I hadn’t realised the camera shutters were falling silent, I simply closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure my fingers were giving me.
“Oh…I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I was moaning and grunting continuously now, pushing myself over the edge into another and even more powerful orgasm.
“Lick your fingers.”
I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my own juices from my fingers and then dropped them back down to the honey pot once more. My other hand began to tease my nipple as I began to build myself up toward another climax.
“No, use both hands on your cunt. Use one on your clit and the other to fuck yourself with. Cum for us again and again, Leah.”
The words pushed me to the edge again and my whole body shook as the orgasm swept through me. I was vaguely aware of the sound of zips being drawn down but I wasn’t really paying attention. In my mind I was in some far away field, naked and being chased by Doug and James and Phil while someone else filmed them catching me, and then taking turns ravishing me.
I’d hardy come down from the high of that orgasm when I felt another one building.
“Oh God…”
I knew if I didn’t stop something would happen, something I might not like, but I had visions swirling around my eyelids of sixteen rampant cocks circling me.
Something hot and sticky suddenly splashed onto my left breast, then again, this time coating the nipple. My eyes flew open to take in the scene. Another stream of semen suddenly coated my cheek, splashing up onto my nose, then another from a different angle catching my cleavage. I was surrounded by cocks, exactly as in my vision, and they were ejaculating all over me. My fingers were still buried in my pussy and I opened my mouth to scream in passion rather than outrage, and immediately another stream spurted onto my chin and spilled into my mouth.