by Bridy McAvoy
She rose to her feet, smoothed down the dress and sighed, trying to look stern as she stepped out of the dressing room into the studio proper. Chris was fiddling with his laptop at the desk in the corner but looked up as she closed the door behind her. He tried to smile but the smile faded as he realized it wasn’t returned.
“Okay, Chris…what do we need to talk about?”
“Next week, for starters.”
“Next week? Next week? Are you nuts?”
He shrugged. “I have a course to run, and you’re my model for the eight weeks—so, no, I don’t think I’m nuts at all.”
She shook her head then sat down on the office chair next to him. His eyes dropped to her thighs as the skirt rode up and she put two fingers in front of her own eyes, reversed her hand and back again to tell him to keep his eye line where it belonged.
“Sorry. But that dress looks good on you…very good.”
“Your brand of smarm stopped working about an hour and a bit ago.”
He contrived to look hurt but she could see it was an act rather than for real.
“So?”
“So…what?”
“Come on, Kayla, what’s the problem with next week?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like you don’t know?”
He shrugged. “So, the guys got a little carried away at the end there but you have to understand you were so fucking sexy like that.”
“So now it’s my fault they couldn’t keep it in their trousers? And, by the way, I can count—you couldn’t, either!”
“Look baby…”
She silenced him with a look and Chris nodded.
“Sorry, sweetie. I know it went a bit far—a bit further than expected but remember one thing.”
“What?”
“If I’d taken the gag out earlier they’d probably have cum on your face and in your mouth.”
“I’d have screamed the fucking place down!”
“Possibly, but that might have been embarrassing to explain to anyone breaking through the door.”
“Why?”
“Because you came hard while they did it—more than once, too.”
She felt her face start to glow, the embarrassment once more causing blood to rush to her cheeks.
“See what I mean?”
She bit her lip and tried to get her thoughts into order—it wasn’t easy, her mind roiled with different scenarios.
“Okay, Kayla, I accept it got a bit out of hand.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, I’ll say that again…a lot out of hand. I know you didn’t know about the cuffs and the bondage thing, but that was deliberate so they could get a natural reaction rather than an acted one, which would have looked fake.”
“Hmm…”
“Secondly…and importantly—you were never in any danger, and I was watching you very carefully, you were never in any real pain.”
“What about the toys? Especially that last one, the one you made me fuck myself on?”
“All right, that was a surprise—they all were, but don’t tell me you didn’t get a kick out of it. I was watching your face when they used them on you, both in the office and on the bar—you lit up like the proverbial fucking Christmas tree, Kayla. You were on fire. In the last shoot, as well as the mucky one, you were close to cumming continuously for a while there…Don’t deny it. I don’t know how many times you came, but it was a lot, wasn’t it. I bet you lost count, too.”
She nodded, unable to deny something so obviously true.
“So, you enjoyed it…the guys enjoyed it—they got some great shots…heck, I enjoyed it, so what’s the problem with next week?”
Kayla just gave him a withering look. “Isn’t it obvious?”
He shook his head but she knew he was leading her.
“I’m thinking, if this course goes any longer I’m going to end up getting gang-banged and then guess what?…there goes my fucking marriage!”
Chris shook his head in exasperation and held up three fingers then proceeded to tick them off one at a time. “One, I guarantee the only way you will get a gang-bang with these guys is if you beg them to. They are not rapists—not anything even close to that. Two, I will be there and I will protect you. Three, Ben is my friend—you think I’d risk his marriage to such a wonderful woman as you? Hell, girl, you are his world—you know that. He’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”
“I will not be unfaithful to my husband.”
“So, what are you worrying about?”
“I…” She tried to respond but the words wouldn’t come out right.
Chris chuckled. “It’s not about not trusting the guys, is it, Kayla? It’s not that at all. It’s about not trusting yourself, isn’t it? If I’d taken that gag out and asked you to open your mouth you’d have let one of them stick his dick in there, wouldn’t you? You’re scared that’s what will happen next week and you’re worried you won’t be able to attempt to stop it—am I right?”
She bit her lip and frowned at him in frustration—he was right and they both knew it without any words.
“Kayla, sweetie, you are a beautiful and sexy woman, you have the body confidence to show it off and you’re blessed with the gene that makes you enjoy doing so. You might not be an out and out exhibitionist, you might not be ready to do this full time, and you’re not ready for an open marriage, but tell me one thing…can you truly go back to what you were a month ago? Can you turn back the clock?”
She desperately wanted to answer yes to the last question, to tell him she could put the proverbial genie back in the lamp but, whilst she knew he was pressuring her, she also had to be honest to herself. “But what do I tell Ben?”
He chuckled. “Tell you what—I know what Teri would do!”
“What?”
“She’d walk in the door, blow me, then leave me with my cock hanging out, nice and soft, then tell me the worst bit about the day, about all those men cumming on your chest. I guarantee what I would have done—I’d have sprung to attention half-way through. I bet Ben will, too. Since he won’t be able to deny he enjoyed listening to it, you won’t have a problem convincing him to let you come next week.”
Kayla took a deep breath and thought about it. At one level she knew she’d lose the bet if she took it—Ben would almost certainly react like that. The thought of her bound and helpless while other men used her chest like that was a scene from a porn movie to him. He’d visualize it and immediately get erect, despite having only just cum himself.
“You men are all the same!”
“Well, I don’t know about that…but I do know Ben, sweetie, and I can tell you won’t take that bet.”
“Yeah, but by Monday he might change his mind.”
Chris shook his head. “No, no way…he will spend the days for the entire week in anticipation and he’ll spend the nights fucking you so you can’t walk straight just to claim you as his. It’s what I’d do and he’s just like me.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes as Kayla tried to process the conversation, tried to visualize how that conversation with Ben would play out. The thought of doing exactly as Chris said, despite the fact that was exactly what she’d done when she’d got home from the first session two weeks earlier, albeit without any of the gorier details would play out the way he said, too. She wasn’t quite so sure about all the gory details this time round though, but he’d need a good excuse from her for her to upset his friend like that.
After a few more minutes she looked up to see Chris was still watching her.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’m going to tell Ben things got a little out of hand, I’m going to tell him what happened…but I will leave out one detail, for your sake.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll tell him the four guys sprayed their stuff on my tits, but I’ll say you didn’t, or at least I don’t think you did.”
Chris roared with laughter. “Sweetie, you know he’l
l ask one simple question. How do know Chris didn’t? And if he didn’t, what was wrong with him?” He paused. “That’s up to you, sweetie, but I’d love to see his reaction to you telling him. I doubt he’ll cream himself, but I guarantee you’ll be on your back, legs akimbo, thirty seconds later. If you’re lucky it’ll be on the couch, but you might get some carpet burn on your butt if you’re not.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and failed to suppress the smile. Despite herself, Chris had managed to talk her round. “No more bondage and no more blindfolds. I want to see what’s going on around me.”
Chris chuckled once more. “Okay, no more bondage—we’ve covered that one, anyway. What you mean is you want to see the size of the dicks if they come out to play?”
“They’d better not come out to play! I mean that!”
He held his hand up. “There is one detail about next week that might upset Ben, though.”
“Oh, what’s that? And why aren’t you worried about upsetting me?”
Chris ignored her question. “Next week is a marathon session. We won’t start so early but we will be finishing much, much later.”
“What…why…?”
“It’s a night shoot, they need to understand how to take shots using artificial lights outside in the dark. They also need to learn how to take pictures against a dark window, inside shooting out and outside shooting in.”
“You are kidding me!”
“Nope, it’s going to be twelve till after twelve, I’m afraid, so however much Ben wants that delectable little body of yours, you’re going to need your beauty sleep. I’ll pick you up next Saturday just before twelve.”
She sighed. “So it’s on location again?”
He nodded.
“Same locations?”
“No, definitely not. My realtor friend has come through with the perfect location for the entire session. You’ll love it.”
“Oh, where?”
Kayla Models Life – Week 4 – Night Shoot
Chapter 1
Just before Chris powered the big Lexus round the corner into her road, Kayla had to suppress a giggle.
He shot her a glance as he straightened the car up and started to slow down. “What?”
“I just thought…What will the neighbors say?”
He looked puzzled. “About what?”
“About me turning up with a strange man in a posh car. He picked me up this morning in a sexy white dress and hose and, now, this afternoon, the same man is dropping me off and I’m wearing a yellow summer dress and I’m bare-legged. Even my shoes are different.”
Chris chuckled. “Well, if you like, next week I’ll get Brad to drop you off and you can get out of his car naked and saunter up the driveway. How’s that?”
He pulled the car to a stop at the kerb outside the house she shared with her husband and she flashed him a smile.
“Don’t come in—I have some things to sort out with Ben.”
“No worries. I bet Teri’s wondering where I’ve got to, too. Friends? Not still upset with me?”
She smiled and opened the car door, anxious to get away before Ben opened the door and started a conversation with his friend or, worse still, insisted on Chris coming in for a beer. She felt her body react to the thought of her husband—she had business to see to there and she definitely didn’t want an audience.
“Friends…yes. Am I still upset? Yes. We’ll get over it—see you next week.”
She closed the door, turned her back to the car and walked up the driveway. Halfway up, Ben opened the front door and grinned at her. She saw him wave as the luxury car gunned away from their home and she relaxed.
“Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.”
“God, Kayla, I’ve missed you.”
She almost ran the last half dozen steps and launched herself up the couple of steps to the porch and threw herself into his arms.
His lips were soft against hers—soft but insistent as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue access to her own, and she stopped caring about the neighbors even though his right hand descended from her back to squeeze her butt cheek.
She pulled her head back, breaking the kiss after several seconds. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach.
“Not here, sweetie. We’d best take this inside before someone complains.”
“Oh, I’m not sure any of the neighbors would complain if I took that dress off you right now. Pity you’re wearing those panties, though—it would have been much more interesting without them.”
She pushed against his chest but he didn’t budge.
“Inside…now!”
He shook his head. “Nope. What would you say if I told you the only way you will get inside is by leaving the dress out here?”
She thumped his chest but couldn’t suppress the giggle as the thought of such behavior flashed through her mind, exciting her.
“Not happening. Ben Robertson, the very idea! Inside! Now!”
He grinned at her and backed up the few steps she needed to get in the house and close the door behind them. Once in the hall, Kayla returned to his arms but held her face a few inches away from his so her words wouldn’t be smothered in his kiss.
“Well…if you want the dress off, you know what to do.”
His hands moved to the back of her neck and, before she could take another breath, the zip was travelling down as fast as he could pull it. Her hands moved to his chest and started on the buttons of his shirt as he put his hands through the now gaping slit in the back of the dress and ran them up her naked back. She shivered at his touch and redoubled the efforts on his shirt buttons as his hands brushed the thin straps of the dress off her shoulders onto her arms.
“Speedy Gonzales today, are we?”
She giggled at her own comment and stepped back—away from him, lowering her hands to allow the dress to flutter down to the floor, pooling on top of her heels. Ben put his hands on her shoulders and held her at arms’ length as his eyes swept up and down her almost naked body.
“Naughty girl. Coming home to your husband wearing someone else’s panties. What have you been up to?”
That conversation was one she intended to have with Ben, but she intended to do something else first.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes, please.”
He let go of her and folded his arms across his chest as if waiting for an explanation. He, of course, knew she’d spent the day modeling to Chris and his group of middle-aged photography students, stripping naked in front of them, so Kayla knew it was a game, a gambit from her husband, but one she couldn’t let him win with. She stepped in close, put her hand inside the shirt to touch his naked chest, then ran her fingernail in a line down his breastbone, to be rewarded with a gasp as he sucked in air.
“Later, sweetie…later…but first…” She kicked her feet clear of the dress and smiled into his eyes, keeping his gaze as she dropped to her knees. He held his eyes on her face and she watched his eyes widen in recognition of her intentions.
“Kayla…”
“Sshh…sweetie. Enjoy.” She reached for his fly, unzipped him and then pulled his erection out of his boxers, breaking eye contact with Ben and lowering her gaze to his prick.
Overcome with lust, she jerked her head forward and licked the tiny drop of pre-cum leaking from the slit at the end and opening her mouth wide, took the first two inches or so straight in.
“Urgh!”
She heard him grunt from above him and his hands dropped to the top of her head. She smiled round the cock filling her mouth and took another inch into her mouth, before bobbing back up and licking all around the end, then applying some suction and bringing her hand up to grip his shaft just below her lips.
Ben started to press her head down and she knew he wanted her to take more of him into her mouth but she didn’t want to do that this time—she wanted to taste him, savor him, rather than take him to the back of her throat. Her hand started to pump
on his shaft, working in time with her head as she bobbed it up and down, keeping control and not taking more than two to three inches of him within her warm mouth. She alternated sucking on him with running her tongue around just the tip, teasing his end, until the whole cock was throbbing in her hand and mouth. She braced her free hand against his thigh and sucked even harder.
Kayla knew Ben wouldn’t last long—he hadn’t the first time on the last two Saturdays after her modeling sessions, though he’d done much better with the subsequent ones. His hands stopped trying to push on the top of her head, their touch becoming light, feathery and very erratic. Inside her mouth he seemed to expand, she could feel his cock throb and knew he was only seconds away. Kayla moved quickly, pulling her mouth off and kneeling up straighter, using her hand to point his dick at her chest as he came. Great gobs of sticky cum shot out of his end, one after another, and splashed onto her breasts. She squealed in passion as she watched string after string hit her, seemingly covering both breasts in sticky white fluid.
She sat back and gasped for air as he leaned against the wall, also breathing heavily. His eyes, though, had a questioning look.
“What…?” He gulped in a lungful of air and tried again. “What…What did you…? I mean…why did you do that?”
She smiled up at him, knowing her playful impish grin would have its normal effect on him.
“That…Why did you let that happen? You never do that…”
He waved vaguely in the direction of her chest and she rose to her feet, dragged her finger across her right breast, through the sticky mess and, flicking her erect nipple at the same time, shuddering as her own action sent ripples of pleasure through her body. As he watched she lifted her soiled finger to her mouth and extended her tongue to lick the cum from it.
“Hmm…Sweet.”
“Kayla!”
She used her other hand to pat his cheek. “Just teasing, sweetie…but now I’ve taken the edge off, for both of us, why don’t you get us both a beer and we’ll talk about today—I’ve got a lot to tell you.”