by Bridy McAvoy
“Comfortable, sugar?”
“Er…No.”
He chuckled and moved again, this time pressing all of his body from knees to shoulders against her, bringing his prick into contact with her hands and, as she’d expected, trapping her hands against the semi-hard protuberance in the front of his trousers.
“Feels good to me, sugar. Feel good to you?”
It didn’t feel good at all but she knew saying so wouldn’t help—he was still acting inside the limits Chris had set up, even if only within the letter and not the spirit of that agreement. Kayla bit her lip and said nothing.
Andy waited for an answer for a moment then moved his hands to her waist, holding them both stable.
“Tilt your head to the left…I know you like your neck being nibbled on. Close your eyes and enjoy.”
She swallowed, and then moved her head as he’d told her to. She watched the camera and waited for the shutter to click then closed her eyes, concentrating on what she could feel above the shoulders, trying not to think about what she could feel with her hands as his cock hardened as he pressed it against her. She licked her lips and silently cursed as the camera shutter clicked recording the moment as if she was enjoying what he was doing. The problem was, for Kayla, her body, already sexually acclimatized by the two previous men, was already enjoying it, despite her wishes.
Andy’s chin touched her neck and he breathed into her ear, blowing gently across the lobe. She shivered, unable to prevent the reaction to such a seductive gesture. He chuckled then moved his head and settled his hot lips against the tender skin of her neck, nuzzling and nibbling at the flesh she’d exposed by tilting her head.
“No hickies!”
He pulled away for a moment. “Don’t worry—I know the rules…all the rules. The only way that zipper is coming down is if you pull it, honey. My job is to get you to pull it down.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“We’ll see…we’ll see.”
His mouth returned to her neck and she had to suppress the urge to scrunch her shoulders upward. His hands slid higher on her waist, pulling the dress fabric up, exposing more of her thighs above the tops of her stockings.
Once more he broke the contact with his mouth. “Leave your hands where they are but push your pelvis forward for a second.”
It didn’t take Kayla more than a split second to work out that he wanted to tug her dress higher, but didn’t want her to move her hands away from the contact with his prick. She pushed her hips forward, feeling him jerk the dress higher, the hem clearing her hands at the back although still sitting lower in front, shielding her pussy from the camera for a little while longer. She relaxed back into her former position, feeling the skin of her naked ass come into contact with the backs of her hands.
“Good girl. Maybe you should have a reward.”
That didn’t make sense until one of his hands moved higher, sliding around to her chest and cupping her breast, pulling her back into him. She imagined him peering over her shoulder at his hand massaging her breast, feeling for the nipple which was already making its presence felt as it engorged itself and stiffened under his touch.
She gasped as his fingers found and then pinched the erect nipple, pulling it away from her, stretching her breast out just as she heard the faint click of the camera shutter. With her eyes closed she couldn’t see what was happening as he continued to lathe her neck with his tongue and lips, occasionally contacting her skin with his teeth, although he remained careful to keep the pressure light and teasing, taking no chances of accidental hickies. His right hand slid down her body, moving round onto her flat stomach and then sank lower. She shivered as it reached her mound pressing the thin cloth that was her only covering against it, then groaning as she felt the fabric start to soak up the moisture the earlier mauling had left on her pussy.
“Oo…You’re already wet. Very nice, sugar…I must check this out for myself. Spread your knees a little…let daddy have access.”
His use of the word daddy brought an even more violent shudder from her—the connotations sending a wave of horror flooding through her. Andy’s hand dipped lower, reaching for the hem of her dress, finding her naked thigh then sliding under the dress itself. His fingers traced a lazy curve along the front of her thigh then round onto the more sensitive inner thigh before reaching and pressing against her sex. She licked her lips, conscious of how that gesture would look, but still unable to stop her body’s response to his gentle but determined assault. Once more her nipples felt like tiny hard rocks inside her dress—one pressed against his hand, the other irritated by the dress as the fabric moved over it.
He continued to stroke her, one hand teasing her nipple and breast while his mouth played on the sensitive flesh of her neck. The real damage was being done by his other hand. His middle finger stroked along the line of her slit, sinking between her outer labia but not pushing into her, the constant movement aided by the two fingers either side pressing her lips apart. His thumb had found her clit pushing against it, keeping pressure on it, moving in time with his fingers. She moaned as he exerted a bit more pressure and panted for breath through her open mouth. Her head hung to one side and her fingers caressed the hard cock they encircled.
Her eyes flew open. Her hands were wrapped around his erection! How and when she’d done that she didn’t know, but instead of him pressing his dick against her hands, she’d wrapped her fingers around the cloth-covered bulge, pulling him in tighter and stimulating it herself. Even as she fought to comprehend her own actions, her fingers were sliding up and down it, feeling the heat radiating from him. She pulled her body away from his but her hands didn’t disengage, didn’t stop stroking him. Andy sensed her discomfort and took his hands away from her and her body mourned the loss of contact to her pussy.
He didn’t move far, simply taking advantage of the space she’d given him, both hands meeting at the back of her dress, undoing the hook and eye then drawing the zip down as fast as he could before pushing the thin straps off her shoulders onto her arms. The dress fell away, front and back, to leave her topless and his hands returned to their previous positions, one hand cupping a now naked breast while the other roamed at will through the silky wetness of her pussy below the dress that was now bunched around her waist.
He didn’t say a word and pulled her back against him—she could feel the buttons of his shirt pressing against her back. Not once did she disengage her hands from around his cock. She knew she was fully exposed to the camera now, his actions being captured every couple of seconds as the shutter fired on the self-timer. Her breathing grew faster, shallower as she panted for air, and his lips returned to her neck. She stiffened and cried out as the inevitable orgasm on his fingers struck her. Her legs trembled and he pulled her tight back against him using the hand clasping her breast to support her. His lips moved to her ear.
“Unzip me…take it out.”
Kayla forced herself to think and shook her head. He chuckled in her ear, his breath fluttering against her lobe as his fingers started moving again.
“You know you want to…there’s a good girl.”
She froze, realizing her hands were following his instructions, despite her desire not do, her body following the conditioning of the last four weeks—do what the photographer tells you to do and smile at the camera…enjoy it.
The button at the top of his fly was already undone, the zip partly down.
“No!”
Her yell shattered the near silence in the room and she pulled her hands away from his crotch, moved them out to the sides, breaking the almost hypnotic contact. She shuddered and tried to regain control over herself, appalled at what she’d nearly done, at the consequences her actions would have brought on herself—knowing she’d done it, even though she’d known the consequences at the time. Andy just chuckled. His fingers still moving, working on her sex, driving her mad with lust as she headed for another orgasm.
She heard the sliding door open, fe
lt as much as heard someone approach the bed as Andy twisted her nipple and plunged his finger deep into her.
“Kayla? Are you okay?”
Chris’s voice penetrated the fog of her second orgasm in quick succession and she nodded breathlessly as Andy let go of her breast and removed his fingers from her clenching sex. Without the support of his arms around her, she fell forward onto all fours, her head down and breathing heavily.
She felt the bed shift behind her then tensed as someone swatted her on the ass.
“Good job, sugar. I loved that…I’d have loved to go further too.”
Andy’s tone was laden with a sultry promise of more to come, of pleasure missed, and she tried hard not to respond but the low moan gave her away.
She lifted her head and watched as he moved to his camera and dismounted it and she could clearly see the huge bulge showing in his partially open trousers. Indeed, when he turned to face her, she could even see the tip of his cock showing through the partially lowered zip. She’d been that close to freeing it, and that close to crossing a line she didn’t intend to ever cross.
“My turn.”
Chapter 12
She turned her head to look at Phil as the next photographer bustled into the room, lifting the tripod and moving it to the side of the bed rather than the foot. She knew she looked an obscene sight, her dress wrinkled up in a loose band around her waist, otherwise naked except for her stockings and heels. Her breasts hung down, bobbing as she breathed, her ass sticking up in the air, still red from the spanking the last but one photographer had given her, and her legs spread wide apart, exposing her slit to anyone that cared to look from that direction.
“Chris, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve asked Brad to join me this time. I want two cameras for this set—one from the side and one from the foot of the bed. Since that meant I’d be using his camera, I thought it made more sense for him to be using it rather than standing around outside like a lemon.”
Kayla had lowered her head to try and regain a little composure but her head shot up again as she heard Phil’s words. Each of the previous three photographers, including of course, Brad, had been in here on their own with her. Now there were going to be two men working in tandem, and she’d almost given in to the previous one.
“Not a problem.”
She glared at Chris, not wanting to admit she’d been hoping he wouldn’t allow the change of plans.
“Stay exactly as you are, please, Kayla. There’s little point in any more opening modest shots, after all.”
She felt herself shiver at Phil’s words. She had been hoping for some down time between shoots, the chance to let her body relax from the sexual high but, just as Andy had gone straight into action with her after Steve had pushed her buttons, now Phil was doing the same. The room felt hot—hot and sticky, just as she knew her own skin to be.
She looked round the room, turning in time to see Chris stepping back outside the door to join Andy and Steve shooting through the window, shuddering again as he slid the door closed behind him.
“Now, Kayla, let’s get this show on the road.”
His chuckle sounded hoarse and she guessed he’d been waiting some time for his chance, watching the other guys getting her worked up. Mentally, she counted back, six orgasms here in this room, so far, and it seemed as if as soon as she came for a second time, Chris stopped the shoot. It was as if that was his timer—cum once…cum twice…change photographer. Phil stopped fiddling with his camera and moved to the bed, climbing on to it behind her. She went to straighten up but he put his hand on the small of her back and exerted just enough pressure to stop her from doing so.
“Stay as you are, please, Kayla, that’s perfect.”
Brad moved to his position, too, dropping down to kneel just beyond the front of the bed, his camera lens on a line just below her chin, and she could see he was focusing on the area framed by her head, the bed and her arms – focusing on her hanging breasts. She felt Phil’s legs touch her from behind and knew he’d closed the gap between them. One hand stayed on her back, while his free hand touched her ass.
“You’re very red here, did Steve hurt you?”
“A little.”
“So, I guess you don’t want any more of that, then?”
“No.”
“Pity, I like spanking a woman before she cums for me but, for your sake, I’ll forgo that pleasure.”
She gasped as his hand slid down her butt, onto the back of her thigh, moving inward to cup her pussy, one finger lying along the line of her slit. Without saying another word he started to rub his hand on her pussy and she started to squirm against it. Her previous orgasm had only been a few minutes earlier and her body was still finely tuned and turned on. Kayla started to pant for breath once more as he manipulated her body. She kept her head up, watching Brad as he moved around in front of her, taking picture after picture.
“Thrust back at me, Kayla. I know you’re enjoying it.”
Instead of just squirming she began to do as he said, thrusting back against his hand, grinding her ass for a couple of seconds, then pulling forward. Her breasts were rocking backward and forward too.
Each time she thrust back her labia captured his middle finger, pulling it partly inside her, but not all the way. He seemed to keep flexing his finger, not allowing her to gain the stimulation of her pulling it all the way inside her slit. She moved her left hand across to help balance and lifted her right hand to her breast, cupping and squeezing it to gain the extra stimulation she craved.
“Ughh…god!”
“Enjoying this, aren’t you, Kayla?”
She bit her lip and tried not to reply, knowing her own body was giving the answer to his question, and the lie to any denial she managed to utter.
His fingers worked faster, her gyrations increasing in speed to match. Her fingers pulled on her nipple, twisting and squeezing as she tortured the hardened engorged flesh. Kayla could hear herself moaning as the impact of what he was doing to her, and her own fingers, drove her relentlessly onward. When the orgasm hit she tried to keep her balance but the strength of her arm gave out and she fell forward, one arm splayed to the side, the other trapped under her heaving body. As she convulsed from the forces flowing through her, Phil withdrew his fingers and she slowly collapsed onto her stomach.
As she came round from the climax she heaved her body up and pulled her arm free, then stretched both out, stretching like a cat and basking in the afterglow.
“Roll over.”
She thought she heard Phil but couldn’t quite process his words.
He repeated himself. “Roll over…onto your back.”
His growl was throaty, hoarse with his own lust and she did as he said, looking up into his face as he gazed down on her body—naked except for the roll of fabric round her waist that had once been her dress. Phil grinned down at her, as Brad moved close to her head.
“Spread your legs, Kayla, flash the gash.”
She groaned at his descent into crudity but she could see her own stickiness coating the fingers of one of his hands. She couldn’t even think how she was going to describe this scene to Ben, not without cutting major parts of it. Her legs moved, slowly at first then quicker as she spread them apart, doing as he said, showing them her wet and throbbing slit.
Her hands moved back to her sides and he smiled and she couldn’t help them snaking inward, to cup her breasts once more as Brad leaned over her to capture the sight.
“Please…”
“Please…what?”
“Please…please stop. I can’t take any more.”
“Oh, I think you can, I think you can take a lot more.”
She watched as he shuffled back from her then dropped onto his hands and knees between her legs. Her eyes widened as he lowered his head, surely he wouldn’t…surely he couldn’t…
“No…”
She wailed a brief protest as his face touched the inside of her thighs then moved up and his tongue flicke
d across the lips of her pussy. Kayla gasped for air and looked up in time to see Brad’s face descending toward hers. He’d kissed her before and was going to do so again. His lips met hers, her back arching as Phil timed the first thrust of his tongue inside her pussy to coincide with that contact. Any sounds she made were muffled as Brad thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth, past her unresisting teeth to meet her own tongue. Her hands clawed at her breasts in reflex from the double stimulation—another first she was chalking up, however unintentionally.
Phil moved his face higher, his tongue, seemingly prehensile, finding and lathing her clit as his hand moved from her now unresisting thigh to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside her as his teeth nipped her clit.
Kayla’s hands rose from her breasts to wrap one arm around the back of Brad’s head, pinioning him to her as the kiss grew in intensity, their tongues fighting for supremacy within the confines of their joined mouths. Her other arm snaked down, sought and found the back of Phil’s head and jammed his face into her crotch, her hips bucking off the bed as her legs spread to their fullest extent, opening herself to his assault.
She screamed into Brad’s mouth as she came, bucking and thrashing as Brad’s hands captured her breasts, kneading them as he leaned further over her, bringing the front of his trousers, and the huge bulge inside them, to just above her face. Her hand rose to stroke the length of it. She panted for breath looking up at the imprisoned cock just above her face and knew the question was coming.
“You want to go further, Kayla?”
She gulped hard then slowly nodded her head—the line had been passed and she wanted more, irrespective of the consequences.
“You know what to do.”
Her hand left the top of Phil’s head and moved, almost in slow motion to join her other hand caressing Brad’s trousers above her. The button at the top of his fly popped open as soon as her fingers touched it and as she drew the zip down, freeing his erection, still shrouded in his boxers, letting it fall from the opening. She heard Phil drawing his own zip down.