‘Okay, Sarah doll, we’re ready for you. Now remember, think sexy, and eyes to the camera. You need to make every guy who reads the mag think you’d like to be his girlfriend. Look available. Got it?’
Sarah nodded and stood up as the others came into the room. Six men were stood around her and her clothes were coming off, slowly, top and jeans and bra and panties, until she was nude, and not one of them would have so much as undone a button.
‘Dusting first,’ Hugh said. ‘Reach up nice and high, Sarah, make those gorgeous tits lift.’
He’d passed her a pink nylon duster on a bamboo pole as he spoke. She went to where the lights were pointing, reaching up to wipe dust from the picture rail, already acutely conscious of the way the pose made her breasts lift and loll forward in her bra. Sid began to take pictures and she did her best to follow Hugh’s instructions, although it made her feel as if she were little more than some kind of sex doll, to be smiling and showing off as she worked around the house, presumably in the hope that some kind man would take pity on her and break the monotony by giving her a good stiff fucking.
‘Nice,’ Hugh confirmed when Sid finally stepped away. ‘Nice bum in the jeans too. Knicks and top next, that always looks good, and we’ve got to leave the best to last.’
‘What do you want me to do?’ Sarah asked, her fingers going reluctantly to the button of her jeans.
Hugh thought for a moment, with his tongue prodded into one cheek, then spoke.
‘You got a dustpan and brush?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘And maybe an old mug or something you don’t use?’
‘I think so … yes.’
‘Make us a coffee then, doll.’
He laughed as he said it, and winked at Sid. Sarah felt a fresh touch of chagrin at being used as coffee girl, which seemed to confirm her status as skivvy, but as she made for the kitchen Hugh spoke again.
‘Jeans off first, darling. This is part of the shoot, yeah?’
‘Oh,’ Sarah responded, blushing as all six men laughed, even Mak.
She pushed her jeans down and off, taking her shoes and socks with them. Her bottom felt huge in the tight pink panties Giles had chosen for her, and seemed to wobble to every tiny movement as she waited for the lights to be moved. In the kitchen she went through the familiar routine of making coffee, something she had done for real in top and panties many a time, but which now felt sexual and somehow smutty in a way that would never even have occurred to her before.
‘That’s good. You’re a natural,’ Sid said as he finally stood up.
‘I haven’t really done anything,’ Sarah pointed out.
‘Exactly, love,’ he answered her. ‘We want you natural, not posing around like some tart. That’s what the boys who read Hotties at Home like, see.’
‘You’re sure this is an old mug?’ Hugh asked, picking up the freshly made coffee.
‘Yes, it came with an Easter egg I think,’ Sarah said. ‘Hey!’
Hugh had dropped the mug, which exploded on the floor tiles, splashing Sarah’s bare feet with hot coffee and scattering shards of pottery across the floor.
‘Bra off, doll,’ Hugh instructed, ‘and clean it up like that.’
Sarah had opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, instead undoing her bra and pulling it off down her arms as the men watched with interest. They moved back to give her extra space as she began to clean up, first fetching the dustpan and brush and some kitchen roll. Her breasts were lolling heavy and bare beneath her top as she bent, so that Sid could see them from between her legs. They were both bending down and on all fours, and she was made to hold her poses repeatedly before he was satisfied.
Again what would have been perfectly ordinary positions felt intensely sexual, making her wonder if that was how men saw her all the time. The shoot had also begun to turn her on, leaving her nipples poking up through her top, which encouraged Sid to demand a few more pictures, first of her putting the dustpan and brush away, then peeling her top off and putting it in the wash basket. In nothing but tight pink panties she felt vulnerable and yet more excited, leaving her trembling slightly as the lights were moved once more, into the bathroom. Next, she was to scrub the bath in just her panties, then nude, and it would be done.
‘I can’t get the angle, Sid,’ the lighting technician was complaining. ‘The room’s too narrow.’
‘Outside the door?’ Hugh suggested.
‘It won’t work. There’ll be a bloody great shadow right across her bum.’
Sarah felt relief as she realised she was not going to have to crawl around on the bathroom floor in the nude, but this was closely followed by disappointment. Then again, her panties were coming off regardless.
‘Maybe I could do some washing up?’ she suggested. ‘I don’t mind doing that nude, and –’
‘No,’ Hugh interrupted, ‘we’ve used the kitchen. I know, put the light at the end of the bath and she can do the loo.’
‘The loo?’ Sarah echoed.
‘Sure,’ he responded, evidently oblivious to just how humiliating it would be for her to be photographed cleaning the lavatory in just her panties, never mind naked. ‘Bung some bleach in first, bent over, and you can start to show off a bit now, ’cause the readers’ll be getting horny for you. Back in, bum out, yeah?’
Sarah nodded, hiding a sigh as she went to fetch the bleach. Sid took several shots with her bent over the lavatory bowl, both from behind and from the side to make the most of both her breasts and her bottom, which felt bigger than ever with only her panties for protection. They were coming down too, at any moment.
‘Now give the bowl a good scrub,’ Hugh ordered when Sid had finished. ‘On your knees, a few shots, then knickers off, your nudies, and we’re done.’
His tone was commanding, expecting an immediate response and no fuss, setting Sarah’s whole body trembling as she obeyed. She shot a glance to Giles, telling herself it was only such a turn-on because he was there, but she knew it was a lie. It felt good to have men ordering her to pose in her panties, to scrub the toilet bowl, to go naked for her nudies, such a rude term …
‘Perfect.’ Sid’s voice broke into her thoughts. ‘Knees apart, bum up … yeah, that’s good. Wet panty crotch, great! Like I said, Hugh, she’s a natural.’
Sarah swallowed a sob at his words and began to scrub the toilet as she held her rude pose. It was no longer something she might have done anyway, certainly not with her bum stuck in the air and her knees apart as if just waiting for some man to come up behind her, whip her panties down and fuck her over the toilet, maybe even with her head held down the bowl …
She winced at the disgusting thought, which had entered her head from nowhere, just as Sid spoke.
‘That’s great. Now for your knicks. Roll ’em down a bit first, like you haven’t bothered to pull them up properly.’
He didn’t wait for Sarah to adjust herself, but reached out to tug her panties down a little, showing the first couple of inches of her bottom crease. Sarah held the pose, shivering with humiliation and arousal as he took more pictures, with the thought of all the men looking at her in her rude position now swirling in her head.
‘Very nice, Sid,’ Hugh remarked from somewhere above and behind her, ‘the boys love a bit of slit, but don’t miss out on those titties.’
‘Too right,’ Sid agreed. ‘Kneel up, love, keep scrubbing the bowl, and make ’em swing a bit, yeah?’
Sarah obeyed, kneeling up and quickly finding the right motion to make her breasts swing in time to the motions of her brush in the toilet bowl. Sid was snapping away furiously, then stopped to make an adjustment to the camera. As she began again Sarah realised he was filming her.
‘One for the website,’ he explained when he had finished. ‘Make a nice MPEG, that will. Off with your knicks then, and we’re done.’
He had scrambled round behind her as he spoke, an oddly ape-like motion, and once more focused the camera on Sarah’s bottom.
She waited until he was ready before pushing her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and started to take them down.
‘That’s it,’ he said, ‘nice and slow, now come on, love, back in, bum up, I want to be seeing the old chocolate starfish as you pull ’em down.’
A jolt of shame and pleasure hit Sarah at his words and she obeyed, not only deliberately flaunting her bottom to make her anus show as her panties came down, but looking back over her shoulder as if to invite any man watching to take her, even up her bum. All six men were staring, only Mak even remotely calm, making her wonder if she would be expected to satisfy them once the shoot was over. Giles might stop it, but she knew she wouldn’t.
‘Ace shot,’ Sid drawled. ‘Now all the way, then down on all fours again.’
Sarah already had her panties around her thighs, and quickly pushed them right off, adopting the rude crawling position she had been told to, with her back still pulled in to make her cheeks spread as she went back to scrubbing the lavatory bowl. It was a ridiculous position, impractical for cleaning the lavatory, or anything else save to show off for men who liked to imagine girls doing their housework in the nude. That didn’t stop it feeling good: her reservations were now lost beneath her excitement and, when Sid moved back after taking a last close-up of her now sopping pussy, her main emotion was regret.
‘Is that it?’ she asked.
‘All done,’ Sid confirmed. ‘Nice shoot, love. Great tits. Great arse. Good and natural.’
‘How about the one for Kinky Corner then?’ Hugh asked. ‘What do you reckon, Sid?’
‘How about a bit of bondage?’ Sid replied. ‘Been a while since we’ve had a bit of bondage.’
‘Could be,’ Hugh agreed. ‘You got a pair of handcuffs, Sarah doll?’
‘No,’ Sarah answered him, slightly aggrieved that his tone suggested it was more or less a foregone conclusion.
‘We really ought to make the best of those tits, whatever we do,’ Sid pointed out.
‘Too right,’ Hugh agreed, ‘only we had Lindie with the beans all over hers last time, and we’ve got Yvonne with her nips clamped this month.’
‘She likes to be spanked,’ Giles put in, quite casually.
Sarah felt her face flare red and her sex tighten hard, but Hugh was shaking his head.
‘No good. No boyfriends, that’s the rule, not in Hotties at Home. It has to look like the girls are available.’
‘I – I could spank myself,’ Sarah suggested, hardly able to believe she was saying the words.
‘Nice one!’ Sid responded. ‘Let’s go for it.’
‘With this brush, that’s good,’ Hugh added, picking up Sarah’s big wooden bath brush, ‘and bent over so we can get those titties hanging down and all.’
‘Over the loo, not the bath,’ Sid pointed out, ‘or I can’t get the light right.’
‘Sounds good,’ Hugh answered him, and passed Sarah the bath brush.
She was shaking so hard she nearly dropped it, and she felt weak as she got into position, bending down to rest one hand on the edge of the loo, the other back to lift the brush over her bottom, her naked bottom, with her equally naked breasts hanging fat and pendulous under her chest. She looked back, right into the camera as Sid started to take pictures, thinking again of how rude she would look, a naked girl spanking her own bottom over the loo, a girl so dirty she’d punish herself if there was nobody else to do it for her.
‘Perfect,’ Sid announced after what seemed to Sarah an eternity of holding her rude position.
Sarah stood up, reluctantly, wondering if she was about to be made to take all five straight men in her mouth, and in front of Mak. It seemed to make sense, now that they’d got her horny and seen every private crease and crevice and curve of her body. Surely they’d want their cocks attended to? Maybe not, as they were professionals, and her boyfriend was there, but it was tempting to imagine different circumstances, perhaps with her trio of seedy Parisians, taking rude photos of her for some cheap smutty magazine, then demanding she suck their cocks.
They’d begun to pack up, and Giles joined her as she made for the bedroom, his arm around her waist. She was still nude, because she wanted to be nude and knew that as soon as she put her clothes back on the experience would be over, which she didn’t want, not until she’d come. The moment they were in her room she put her arms around Giles, nuzzling his neck and wriggling her breasts and hips against him. He responded immediately, his hands moving down to cup her bottom, kneading her cheeks and pulling them wide, immediately making Sarah think of how she’d been made to show her anus for the camera.
‘Make me suck you, Giles,’ she whispered. ‘I really want to.’
‘Now?’ he queried, even as she began to go down to her knees.
Sarah nodded urgently and gave him a push to make him sit down on the bed.
‘What about Hugh and …’ he began, but broke off as she began to nuzzle his crotch with her face.
‘I don’t mind,’ she told him, ‘even if they know. I just want you in my mouth. It feels so good, Giles, to be naked at your feet with my bum stuck out, and when they’ve all seen me, seen me nude …’
She broke off, filling her mouth with cock as she pulled him free of his trousers. He gave a sigh of pleasure and leant back on the bed, ruffling her hair as she began to suck, eager and dirty, one hand already back between her thighs. Soon Giles was hard in her mouth, and the temptation to bring herself to climax was close to overwhelming, yet she held back, hoping that the door would be pushed open and she’d get caught giving her boyfriend a blow-job, or better still, made to give blow-jobs all round. At the least she wanted the fantasy. She pulled off, taking Giles’ cock in hand to masturbate him as she spoke.
‘Hugh and Sid, do you think they normally make girls … you know, help them, afterwards?’
‘I bet they’d like to,’ Giles sighed, and paused. ‘No? You wouldn’t? You would wouldn’t you, you little slut.’
Sarah nodded, blushing even as her fingers began to work harder on her sex.
‘Do you want me to tell you about it, slut?’ Giles asked, his voice full of cruel amusement.
Again Sarah nodded, more urgently, then took his cock back in, as deep as it would go, delighted to have her mouth well filled with erection as she masturbated.
‘Maybe I’ll let them,’ Giles began. ‘Maybe when I’ve finished with you I make you stay in here and tell them you’re available. How would that be? They’d make you suck them off, Sarah, one by one, all four of them Sarah, in your pretty mouth, one after another, suck, suck, suck … oh you dirty little slut, I can’t hold …’
He finished with a grunt and he’d come, deep in Sarah’s throat. She swallowed as best she could and whipped his cock out, tugging furiously on the shaft with her mouth wide to make him spunk in her mouth so that she could see, and in her face too. He came forward, suddenly, to grab his cock from her and pull her back by the hair, finishing off over her breasts and rubbing his slimy helmet on her erect nipples as he began to speak again, hoarse and breathless.
‘That’s my Sarah, nude on your knees with my spunk all over you. I’d make you do it, I would. I’d make you suck them and let them fuck you between your tits, and between those fat bottom cheeks, maybe even up your bum …’
He broke off again as he hit a second peak, a last eruption of come splashing between Sarah’s breasts as she too reached orgasm. She’d begun to smear his mess over her breasts and face as she came, still holding his slippery erection in her cleavage as she imagined herself put on her knees in her own bedroom and made to satisfy the men who’d been taking dirty photographs of her. It was wonderfully, glorious unfair, that she should be made to do a thoroughly degrading sexist striptease, ending up stark naked as she scrubbed a lavatory bowl, then be expected to suck five men to orgasm because they’d got excited over what they’d done to her.
She cried out as she came, unable to stop herself, although she knew full well that they would hear and
know what was going on, a thought that gave a final peak to her orgasm before she was done. Exhausted, she sank slowly down, one thigh still shaking hard from the power of her climax. Hugh’s laughter sounded from outside the door, then his voice.
‘You finished in there, you two?’
‘Yes, thank you,’ Giles replied casually.
Sarah’s cheeks flared red once more and she was frantically shaking her head, sure that Giles was going to invite Hugh Bowle in to have his cock sucked. Giles merely laughed and ruffled her hair again, then spoke, now in a whisper.
‘Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you, unless …’
He trailed off, one eyebrow raised in query.
‘No,’ Sarah said quickly. ‘It’s just nice to think about, that’s all.’
‘Would you?’ he asked quietly. ‘Tell the truth.’
Sarah hesitated, not sure what the answer actually was. What he was suggesting sounded at once compelling and utterly disgusting.
‘Would – would you mind?’ she finally managed. ‘I mean, I wouldn’t want to do anything that you’d feel bad about.’
‘You want to do it though, don’t you?’ he demanded.
‘I – I –,’ Sarah blustered, ‘I’m sorry, Giles, I know I’m a slut, but I’d never … I’d … oh okay, yes, I would, if you told me to, but it would be for you.’
‘Slut,’ he answered, now laughing. ‘I love you, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.’
Sarah found herself smiling and simpering, absurdly grateful, and reaching out for a cuddle, only for Giles to pull away.
‘Watch what you’re doing, Sarah,’ he protested. ‘You’re covered in spunk!’
‘Your spunk, you bastard!’ she laughed, and slapped his leg.
She cleaned up and dressed, still red in the face with embarrassment as she joined the others in the living room, both for what she’d done and the way she’d behaved afterwards. None of them seemed to mind, treating her as an absolute equal despite having just had her grovelling nude on the floor, Hugh even showing a new respect as he spoke.
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