All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause
offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are
offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal
age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction
and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
Acting on Impulse
My heart is still thumping in my chest, and my stomach is still all
churned-up. What a morning this has been, and all because my husband
has a roaming eye. What am I going on about? Well Iâll tell you.
Bloody men!
My name is Sandra but everybody calls me Sandi, Iâm thirty-three
years old and have been married to Roger for twelve years. Iâve
always had a well paid job, earning nearly double Rogerâs wage. But
we just had our first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl
called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after her. But this has
drastically reduced our combined income. This didnât hit us at first,
but now its getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and
things are getting tight.
Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although Roger did
remember, and took me out for a meal, not to an expensive restaurant,
but a simple meal in a pub which would have been sufficient, but what
got to me; was that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that were
sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like talking to the wall,
in-fact, I think the wall was paying me more attention. Then when we
got home, he was flirting with the young girl whoâd been babysitting.
Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I donât think Iâd have
trusted him to have given her a lift home. Then to really ruin the
night; when we got into bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me
getting more and more frustrated.
So this morning when heâd gone to work, I was in a really foul mood.
And I decided to do something to get my own back. Iâd bought no new
clothes for ages, because we were cutting down on our spending. But I
thought to myself, if heâs going to be looking at other girls, then
Iâm going to get other men, to look at me! First thing to make a girl
feel sexy; is sexy underwear. And good sexy underwear doesnât come
cheap. There are no really good underwear shops in our local town, so
Iâd have to go some twenty miles or so to the nearest city.
But here again our money problems hit me. Only last week my beloved
Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is the name of my big old Land
Rover truck. Iâve had it since I was twenty-one. Itâs slow, noisy,
thirsty, drafty, but has never let me down in all the twelve years
Iâve owned it. When Iâm driving it; I sit up there so high, and feel
so safe. And the MOT he just failed? Well in England to get your
annual road tax, if your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a
road worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my Laurence
failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means youâre not insured. And any
one of the three things means you canât take it on the road. We
couldnât afford to have the garage fix the car, so Roger was going to
get one of his friends to look at it for me. But this was something
else he hadnât done.
Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck their silly old
MOT! My Laurence has always got me where ever I wanted to go in the
past, and he wouldnât let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with
all her stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty Laurence. I
dropped her off at my moms, and off I went to get some drop-dead sexy
kit.
I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small exclusive place.
Everything in there cost a bomb, but what the fuck! There was only a
little parking space in-front of the shop, with enough room for about
four cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and jumped
out. Now if Roger had seen me heâd have nagged me all day long, he
always insisted on my reversing into the parking space. But today
Roger could go-fuck-himself!
Now to go shopping Iâd wanted to look my best, but with no new
fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics. One thing that will
always be in style is showing lots of leg, bust, or flesh in any
area. And that was something else that Roger had let me down on! Heâd
given me a target weight and waist size when our Rebecca was born,
and heâd promised that when I got back down to my original nine
stone, and twenty-two inch waist, heâd buy me a complete new outfit.
Well Iâd reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still no
sign of him taking me shopping to buy it. Anyway, as I say Iâd got a
short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was showing lots of leg, bare
tummy, and plenty of cleavage.
I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre counter, where
the man who owned the shop was standing. Then bold-as-brass, without
trying to make sure nobody else could hear.âIâm looking for some really sexy underwear.ââWell youâve come to the right place. Because thatâs all we sell
here. But what kind of sexy do you want? Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Old
fashioned lacy? Thatâs really back in fashion now.ââI want something that doesnât leave much to the imagination.ââIn that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that area of the
shop. Once you find what you want, there is a changing room at the
back of the shop. If you need any assistance, just come and ask. And
I hope you donât mind me saying, that I think youâre making the right
choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to cover it up.â
I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned away without
answering him, and made my way to where heâd pointed. The stuff was
so nice, it was difficult to know what to pick. Iâd been browsing
around for about ten minutes, when suddenly.âDo you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?âI nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke from directly
behind me.âErr. No of-course not, Iâd be glad of your assistance, thereâs just
so much to choose from.ââEven if I do say so myself, Iâm a pretty good judge of what style
suits what type of lady.ââOk then, tell me what style you think would suit me.â
âWell youâve got such a sexy little body, you donât need anything
fancy, or overstated. Iâd suggest a thong, and a half cup bra. Here
try this set, itâs almost transparent, but it will certainly show you
off to best effect. Then thereâs this set, still very revealing, but
silk material. And then thereâs this lace one, not my choice, but
maybe youâll like it. If you want to go and try them on, the changing
room is vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find me
around the shop somewhere, but Iâm expecting a delivery to my
store-room at the back, so if Iâm not about, just pick up the little
brass bell on the counter, and give it a ring.â
I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of them, but with
price tags starting at around ninety pounds, this little lot would in
total exceed three-hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with
Roger, I couldnât spend that kind of money. Even the cheapest set at
ninety, would cause us a lot of financial pain.
Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and the manager
of the shop was still milling about, so I started putting the
underwear on, one set on top of the next. All the time I kept having
a quick peek through the curtains, to check where he was. Then as Iâd
just put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I saw him
disappearing into a door to the side of the changing cubicle. I
assumed this led to his stock-room, and heâd gone to take care of the
delivery as heâd said. Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt
and blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I could.
I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible, but trying not
to arouse any of the other customersâ attention. I was about ten feet
from the door, when I heard a voice behind me.âWas there nothing suitable?âIt was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle, with his hand
just about to open the curtain.âErr. No thank you.âI replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I could see heâd
now pulled the curtain back. As I stepped out, I heard his call.âHey! Stop! Where are the outfits?â
I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and turning the key.
He burst into life as usual, and I crashed the gear stick into
reverse. Then dropping the clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and
pulled a handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and there was
a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I had been looking behind
me, but as I swung my head to where the noise was coming from, I
could see my front bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked
next to me. I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just pushed the
car sideways out of his path. It was a brand-new Jag, and as we
lurched free of it, I could see weâd ripped the side open from front
passenger door, along to the back bumper.
We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards the door of
the shop. I turned my head back to see where I was going, before I
crashed into anything else. I could now see the shop manager coming
running out of his door, only to be met by Laurenceâs back end
rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks, and jumped
clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we were off. We were in
second gear before I'd left the little car-park. I kept my foot hard
down not attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily the
traffic was light, and apart from some horn blowing, we were away
without incident.
I didnât head for home; instead I drove around the city for a while
to see if we were being followed. Then after about fifteen minutes
driving around, I made my way back home. I didnât pick-up baby, my
nerves were too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous
wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence pours out
black smoke, so the whole back end of him is filthy. There is no way
you could read the number plate even stood up close. So I felt
quietly confident that Iâd got away with it.
âRing ring, Ring ring. Ring ring,âThe phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didnât want to answer it.
But why? It could only be my mum, or a friend.âHello.ââHello. Is that Sandra Hall?ââWhy, who wants to know?ââThis is Mr Armstrong here; Iâm the proprietor of âSilks & Satinsâ. I
just wanted to inform you that I will be handing your purse and
handbag over to the police when they arrive. I expect youâll be able
to pick them up from the station when they arrest you.â
My heart sank, Iâd been in such a state, I hadnât even missed the
bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get dressed and out of the
cubicle, I must have left it hanging on the peg in there. What the
hell could I do now?âPlease donât call the police.ââAnd why ever not? Youâve not only stolen goods from my shop, I have
a customer here, whose beautiful new car has been torn to shreds.
Heâs just sitting down in a state of shock.ââPlease I beg you; Iâll bring your stuff back.â
âMy dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided not to
prosecute, what about this gentlemanâs car? Heâll need the details of
your insurance.âNow I knew I wasnât insured, so the bill for this guyâs car would be
out of my pocket. There was no way we could pay out for a car that
must have cost about forty grand.âIâm not insured. Sob sniff. Thatâs why I didnât stop. Please donât
phone the police, Iâll go to prison.ââYou are in a mess then. Donât move away from your phone, Iâll ring
you back in a minute.â
So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at the other end.
Eventually, the phone rang.âHello.ââRight my dear, I donât like talking about this kind of thing on the
phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the same, just a simple yes or
no. If your answer is no, Iâll ring the police, and we'll just let
matters take their course. Here is my proposition. Iâve just taken
delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would normally hire
a model for the day. If I bring my camera, and the stuff to your
place, and you model it, I wonât prosecute. The gentleman whose car
you demolished is prepared to claim off his own company insurance,
and not go to the police. Providing you let him join us, he'd like to
watch you while you do the modelling.ââBut what are the costumes like?ââI said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word you utter isnât
yes, then Iâm putting the phone down, and phoning the police.âI had no real choice to make, it had to be yes.âYes.ââOk my dear weâve got your address, itâll take us about thirty
minutes, thatâs time for you to have a shower, and get yourself in
the right frame of mind.ââBuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.âThe phone went dead as heâd dropped his receiver.
So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph me in? In what
I didnât know. I went upstairs, and removed the layers of underwear,
the cause of all my problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I
lay in my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through my
head, wondering just how Iâd got myself into this bloody mess. As
normally happens when having a bath, time passes before you know it,
and I was still mulling the morningâs disaster through my mind, when
I heard the front door bell.âShit!âI hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe, then made my
way down the stairs. My stomach was full of butterflies, as I opened
the door.
âExcuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath. Parcel for you,
can you sign here?ââOh yes. Oh its ok, Iâd been in there too long, I was turning into a
prune.âHe took the slip Iâd just signed, and gave me the parcel.âI hope you donât mind me saying, if the prunes we had for school
dinners had been like you, then weâd have all been going back for
second helpings.âWith that he turned on his heals, and was off up the garden path.
I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and suddenly
realised that Iâd still got his pen in my hand. Now it wasnât a
diamond studded or real gold one, but it was a relatively expensive
pen. I wasnât dressed to chase after him, so I put it on the hall
window sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw off the
robe, with the intention of getting dressed, when the door bell rang
again. I turned around, and I was pulling the robe together as I ran
back down the stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen.
As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it forward.âHere it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry.â
As youâve probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and a man Iâd
never seen before.âThank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?ââNo, sorry that's not for you."I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back on the window
sill."Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose youâd better come in.ââWhich room, front, back or do you want us to do it in your bedroom?âThe shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and a silver
metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The other man had two large
bags, which looked like my Husbands fishing rod bags.âBack room, I think. Iâll just nip upstairs and get dressed; Iâll be
down in a momentâ
âHang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you, just give me
a second to open my bag.âI followed them both into my back room, and the shop owner, who I
later found out was called Ted, put both his case and bag on the
floor. Then he searched around inside the bag, and pulled out a
bright yellow swim suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my
bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really nice costume,
not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy cut. It was the kind of
thing that Iâd wear on holiday, to go down to the beach.
I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these two men. As I
walked in the room, theyâd been busy setting out the gear theyâd just
carried in. In one corner of the room was a screen, three cloth
covered panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors
surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its own stand. And
the big silver case was laid open, and it contained all types of
camera equipment. Theyâd also set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a
selection of costumes from his big holdall.
As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said.âOh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What do you think
Les?ââYou werenât kidding. Sheâs got a cracking little body.ââCome-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is Les, and you
can call me Ted. We already know your name, but letâs just make sure
you donât mind us calling you Sandi.ââNo, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les just how sorry I
am, for what I did to his car.â
âIs that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry you are?ââOf course Iâm sorry, but what do you mean? How can I show him?âWell by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big three-seater
leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on the floor, messing with his
camera.âWell in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a kiss. Iâm not
sure if that would do it for Les?âIt would certainly be a start.â
âI am really sorry.âAnd with that I walked towards him, and bent down to give him a kiss.âWait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up first.ââWhat! Youâre going to take a picture of me kissing him?âHe busily positioned his lights all around, and turned them on,
illuminating the whole room. Then with his camera in his hand, he
rolled across the floor to a position behind me. He was laid on his
back pointing the cameraâs great big lens upwards towards me.
âI want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back over me, and
then come forward like you just did.
But this time, lean forward to
kiss Les, as youâre stepping over me. I want to see your lips
meeting, framed by a shot taken through your legs.ââYou canât be serious?ââWhat do you mean?ââWhat if anyone recognises my face?ââThese pictures are just for me and Les. No one else will ever see
them. When I take the ones for the display cards, Iâve got a
masquerade mask for you to wear. It covers the eyes, nose and cheeks,
so it still allows your pretty smile to be seen.ââBut you still want me to let you take a picture from down there,
with my legs open, wearing this costume?â
âSo that wasnât a genuine offer when you said you wanted to make it
up to Les?ââIt was, but I never expected youâd want to take that sort of picture
of me.ââSo, youâre going to behave all childish about this? Well in that
case I guess this isnât going to work. We might as well get this lot
packed up, and let the law deal with you.ââNo donât be like that! But are you saying that unless I want the
police involved, youâre expecting me to let you take that kind of
picture?ââYes. I would have thought that would have been obvious. Surely you
canât think thatâs a high price to pay? Youâve just stolen nearly
four-hundred quidâs worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car.
A few pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming costume
doesnât seem much to ask?â
âBut when you phoned me, you said Iâd just be modelling the
swimwear.ââI donât think I did. I asked if youâd model swimwear, and you said
yes. But I never said that would be sufficient to pay us off for you
stealing from me, and damaging his car.ââBut I thought that was why youâd come here, just to take simple
photos of me wearing your costumes.ââWeâre going around in circles my dear. Itâs quite simple. Are you
going to let me take the shot, or are we leaving?â
âWell ok, you can take this one, but Iâm not stripping.ââI havenât asked you to. Now stand with your left leg there, and your
right leg over here, and lean forward to give Les a kiss.âI put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent forwards. My
hands rested just above Lesâs shoulders, on the back of the settee. I
pursed my lips, and we kissed.âHold that pose, donât move.âTed was clicking away, moving from under me, to my side, and all
around. But Les was taking his opportunity, to push his tongue into
my mouth. I didnât like the thought, as both these men were at least
forty years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my situation, I
didnât resist too vigorously, for fear of upsetting them.
âOk. Iâve got that one. Now sit across his knee.âI stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Lesâs knee, laying myself
back into his right arm, which he wrapped around my back, resting his
hand on my hip. Then his left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted
them up and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under my
knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his other arm in
pulling me to his chest. He then started pushing his tongue back into
my mouth. We were in this clinch for at least three minutes, wet
kissing, while Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all
angles.
Then I felt Tedâs hand on my right ankle, he lifted it from the
settee, and pulled it across placing it on the floor, hence pulling
my legs apart. I was held tightly to Les, and his wet kissing
prevented me from making a verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was
about to put it back onto the settee.âSandra my dear. Donât be awkward. If I put your leg somewhere,
thatâs because I want it in that position. Now put it back quickly.âI did as he said, and returned my foot back to the floor, thus
allowing him a clear view of my crotch. Then I felt his hand on my
other ankle, and he was lifting that one up over the back of the
settee! Now I was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him
clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his French kissing.
âOk Les, let her get up now.âAs soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the back of the
settee, and pulled myself free from Les.âRight Sandi, how do you want to do this?ââWhat do you mean?â
âWell you see that rack of costumes; Iâd like to get all of them done
before we go. So the less mucking about, the sooner we get finished.
Weâve put up a little screen in the corner of the room; it will save
loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of going out to
your bedroom. If you start at one end of the rack, taking a costume,
and then when youâre changed, put the one youâve just been wearing
back at the other end of the rack. Thereâs five different poses that
I want to see you model, with each costume. When youâve got the first
one on, just come out here and Iâll talk you through the different
poses. Oh hereâs that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around
the back of your head to keep it in place.â
I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from the end of the
rack, and went behind the screen. I started stripping the first
costume off, but I was having to be very careful, as this little
screen theyâd set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover
from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder height. Iâd
soon pulled the one costume off, and the next one on. As I walk from
the screen, he was kneeling to one side, and he took my picture.
âVery nice. Thatâs one of the poses done. That was the full costume
front view. See that's this shot."He showed me a small printed card, the type that is used to accompany
the costumes on the display stand. This card was about 5 by 8 photo
size. On the left top side where he was pointing, was a full body
front facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To the right
was the same type of shot taken from behind. Then under these two
larger pictures were three little square pictures, maybe about one
and a half inches square. Then below this was the printed description
of the item for sale.
The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One taken from the
front low down, models legs parted, showing details of the gusset.
Next was taken from the same low down position, but showing the view
from behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still parted.
The last was the bust, model leaning forward, showing in this case,
her nipples as they pushed over the top of the half cup bra.
âGod!ââWhatâs wrong?ââThe pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?ââWhatâs wrong with them? All the gear you were looking at in my shop
had display cards like that.âI guess now heâd said that, I think they did. But you just glance at
them to see how much the knickers cover up, and never think some poor
girl has had to model for the picture.âI suppose so; I just never thought youâd want pictures like that.ââWell itâs not much point taking your picture in a rain coat if Iâm
selling swimming costumes.ââNo itâs just the close-ups of the panties, I never thought.ââBut did you think they looked over-the-top when you were in my shop
this morning?ââI guess not.ââAnd did you use the close-up insets to tell you what style of
knickers you were looking at?ââI suppose so.ââWell I think youâve answered your own question. So shall we get on
with the next pose?â
âI guess so.ââNow weâll, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once we get you in
position, we can also take the bust shot at the same time. So if you
come over to this chair, bend forwards, and place your hands on the
arms of the chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, Iâll place a
couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of your feet, one
on each coin.âI walked to where heâd put the two coins, putting one foot on top of
each coin. My legs were spread about two feet apart, and about two
feet away from the chair.
âThatâs good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair arms.âI leaned forwards, placing my hands where heâd said. This felt a very
revealing pose to take.âOk Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take my picture?âLes didnât answer, but I saw him dive down onto the floor behind me,
and I could feel his hot breath on the cheeks of my bottom.âOk, letâs get my shot, weâve got loads more of these to get through,
and some of the others will be a lot more interesting.â
Once again Les didnât answer, but he got up and stood to one side out
of camera shot. Ted took two or three shots, and then he came around
and stood behind the chair back, facing me.âOk head up out of the way, push your bust out.âI lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he clicked away taking
several shots.âThatâs a shame.ââWhatâs wrong?ââIâd hoped youâd get aroused when Les got down close to your crotch.
Never mind, weâll do the front crotch shot; maybe that will stir up
some action. Ok you can get up now.â
I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the chair.âRight seeing as weâve got that lovely big chesterfield, the best way
to do this, is for you to pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat,
dead centre of the settee. Iâll tuck a load of cushions behind your
back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your legs as wide
as you can. I donât suppose you can get your legs to full splits?ââAre you serious? The picture you just showed me wasnât taken with
her legs that wide.ââI know, I complained to the agency about her, she was supposed to be
a genuine pro, but she was useless. Anyway, letâs get you in
position.â
He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as I sat my
bottom right to the front of the centre, he placed cushions behind my
back, until I could lie backwards fully supported. My legs were still
dangling on the floor in front of me.âOk Sandi; now letâs see just how wide you can get your legs.âI spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about four feet
apart.âIs that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least lift them up
higher.âI didnât answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor, and tried to
hold them at about a foot high.âHang on; let your feet down a minute.â
As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across the room, took
hold of a dining room chair. He brought it across, and placed it at
one end of the settee, facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he
turned, and fetched a second chair which he placed the other end, in
a mirror image position.âOk girl, letâs have your left foot.âAs he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and helping me to
spread my leg, and resting it up on the seat of the chair.âOk next one.âHe now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the other chair,
thus spreading my feet at least six feet apart, and stretching my
crotch fully open.
âThere, thatâs more like it. What do you think Les?ââIs this really necessary? Itâs so embarrassing.ââWell I donât know if itâs necessary or not, but she looks fucking
amazing with her pussy spread open like that. Sheâs given me a
fucking hard.ââWell it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is necessary. I hope
weâre not going to get you being all prudish at every new pose I put
you in? If this is what this session is going to be like, maybe we
should give up now?ââNo please. Iâll do it.ââOk I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I need your
nipples to be pushing the costume. Iâll let Les kneel down and get a
close look at your crotch, maybe that will excite you.âI didnât reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the floor, his
face inches away from my crotch, instead of it exciting me, I was
feeling scared, and thought Iâd pee myself.âHey Ted, I can smell her cunt.ââNo need for that kind of language. Ok Les, I think you might as well
get up now, its not having the desired effect. Iâll get some crotch
shots, then weâll have to try another method to excite her.â
Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe six pictures,
all very close-up.âAre you very nervous?ââY yes.ââWhat is it, having your legs open?ââYes, itâs so embarrassing.ââCome on then, weâll try another way.âAs he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor. He then helped
me to my feet, pushed the cushions along the settee, and sat himself
down in the middle. He was still holding my hand, and he pulled me
back to sit on his knee.
âOk, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt you. But I
need you excited, aroused, or what ever you want to call it. We can
kiss, I can stroke your legs, I can stroke or suck on your nipples,
itâs your choice. But one way or another, I want your nipples to be
standing proud. So letâs be grownup about this, youâre not a little
girl, you know what turns you on.ââI guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the costume, it
will do what you want.ââGood girl. Like this.â
He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking across first
one breast then the other. Iâd expected my nipples to perk-up
instantly, but although it was sending shock waves down my navel, my
nipples remained soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and
was gently squeezing on my nipples.âOh god! Ah ooh.âThis made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves got intense, but
my nipples remained soft. He continued for at least five minutes, but
although I was boiling up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to
cooperate.
âWell my dear, looks like we need to go one step further. Would you
like me to start sucking on your nipples through the costume, or if
not I can get Les to stroke your legs?âI didnât want him sucking my nipples, but I wasnât sure exactly what
Les stroking my legs meant.âWhere exactly do you want him to Stroke?ââJust part them slightly, and let him stroke you around stocking top
height.ââIf I let you do this, you promise he wonât just grab me in between
my legs?ââCome-on Sandi, donât be silly. Weâre here to get some pictures, the
sooner we can get you worked up; the sooner weâll get this job done.
But just for you. Ok Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her
worked up, and Iâll keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs,
but only on the flesh that her costume doesnât cover, no going
inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are you happy to go for
it?ââYes. Thank you.â
âCome-on lets get you more comfortable.âHe sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around laying me back
along the settee. Then he kneeled alongside my upper body, and
started back on my breasts. I was about to question this new position
that they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words, by
gently placing a single finger on my lips, and whispering.âAh. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we can get back
to taking pictures.âHe then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at the same time,
I felt Les putting one of his hands on the inside of my knee. I
opened my legs to let him stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he
pulled my leg towards himself, and off the edge of the settee,
letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs wider than Iâd
anticipated, but although I didnât like how far this was going, I
made no objection. Now with Ted using two hands to work both my
breasts, and Les stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever
higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a climax.
Then as Lesâs hand reached the top of my leg, he used his free hand
to lift my left leg from the settee cushion, up onto the top of the
settee back, spreading me wide. The fear was now so intense I once
again was worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his finger
to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was on my flesh to the
side of my mound of public hair. He slowly drew it down, following
the outside edge of the gusset. The gusset material tapered from
covering up my mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in
the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched wide apart, as
his finger traced the edge of the costume, it rubbed the outer lip of
my pussy. Then as he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror
suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave an
instinctive jerk up and forwards, this forced his fingers inside my
costume, and it entered my pussy.
I gasped, âOh god!âHe immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up towards Ted.âLook at that, thatâs what I call wet. Looks like my ends ready. How
are her nipples coming along?ââThatâs it; looks like youâve found the magic button. These things
are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, letâs get the picture.âWith that he was lifting me with an arm around the back of my
shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the settee, pushing the
cushions to support my back. I was sat in a reclining position, with
both feet planted on the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just
let him manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed only
semi-conscious.
âOk lean forwards, and push your tits out. Whatâs wrong? Are you ok?
Do you want a drink or something?ââI Iâm alright, just give me a minute.ââWell ok, but I need to get the shot before your nipples go soft
again.âThe last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this last episode, so
I mustered all my resolve, and leaned myself forward, and tried my
best to push my breasts out.âIs that ok?ââThat's a good girl, just hold that a second.âWith that he started snapping away with his camera.Ok Sandi, up you get, and Iâll take the back shot as you walk back to
the screen. Now you know what's involved, maybe we can get a move-on,
and they'll soon be done.â
I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I heard Ted
snapping away, as I walked the few paces to the screen. I was soon
changed, and walking back out. As I did, Ted was down at floor level
taking the front full length shots. I walked across to the chair,
placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the floor. I bent
forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor level as before.âOk Sandi, weâre on a roll now, but your nipples have eased off a
bit, so weâll do the front facing gusset shot next. Just get on the
edge of the settee, and get your legs up onto the chairs again.â
I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay back, lifting my
feet onto the chairs that were still positioned either side. In came
Ted, camera clicking away, his lens almost touching my pussy. Then as
he backed away, I was just about to drop my legs.âNo, donât move yet. Iâll just get Les to work the magic spot first.âBefore I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in between my
thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger was running along first
one, then the other of my bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy
wild, and like last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my
hole I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push, and the
amount I moved was only very small. But Les used this as an excuse to
push his finger into the side of the gusset, and up my hole at least
an inch.
âOh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume.âI said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and trying to pull
it from my gusset.âIt isnât me. Iâm only stroking you; it's you pushing yourself onto
me.âHe had got his finger pulled out by now, and Ted brushed my concerns
away with a simple.âCome-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. Heâs got your
nipples perked up, so you can put your legs down, and give them tits
a good push forwards for me.âIt was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted was to get on
with the photos. I dropped my legs, and pushed forwards again.
Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I asked.âDoes he have to get his fingers in so close to me? Thatâs twice heâs
had his fingers inside my costume.ââIâm sorry luv, but itâs the only way weâve found to get your nipples
worked up, rubbing your breasts didnât work.âI was now changing into the next costume, but I wasnât looking
forward to Les with his wandering finger.âCan't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the costume
again? Now theyâve already been worked up, maybe it might work now?â
âOk when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try, but if it
doesnât start responding quickly, Iâm not wasting time, we'll have to
go with the spot we know works. Is that a deal?ââYes I guess so.âIn what seemed like no time at all, weâd done the first two poses,
and I was again sitting on the edge of the settee, and lifting my
legs for the close-up front gusset shot. This was soon accomplished,
about six quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost
touching my crotch. Once again, I was about to lower my feet to the
floor, but Ted stopped me.
âNo keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them, and reach up to
stroke your nipples. That way if they donât respond, youâre in
position for him to work on your pussy.âLike last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but now leaning up
my body, and his fingers rubbed around my nipples. He rubbed for
about thirty seconds.âNo reaction here.ââWell Sandi. Thereâs one more thing we can try if you donât want him
stroking your crotch.ââWhatâs that?â
âHe can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet feeling will excite
you?ââYes. Iâll try that. Iâd rather have him sucking my nipples, than his
finger inside my gusset.
ââOk just pull the shoulder straps down.ââShoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling down?ââOf-course. Weâre getting your nipples worked up so I can photograph
the costume. It would look silly if it had two big wet patches where
your nipples are.ââOh god, I never thought youâd want my top uncovered.ââWell like I said, Iâm not prepared to muck about, are you getting
your tits out, or shall I get Les to start back on your pussy?â
I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled the costume
down, exposing my breasts.âOh yes, that looks good enough to eat.ââWell donât just sit there looking at them, get stuck in and start
tucking in.âLes didnât need telling twice, he sucked first one then the other,
rapidly changing sides, his hands were massaging my breasts as his
mouth sucked, and now started nibbling. This was really getting me
going, and I felt my pussy starting to pulse. I thought âmy nipples
must be hard by nowâ, but he was still nibbling from one to the
other.
âP please. God please.ââWhatâs wrong?ââS stop please.ââHow are they coming along?âLes took his mouth from my nipple.âTheyâre like fucking acorns, and Iâm fucking sure I can taste milk.âThen he immediately started sucking again.âCome-on then Les, fairs fair. Help her to get the costume pulled
back up.âLes removed his mouth again.âWhy? She isnât in any position to stop me.â
âCos I say so. Donât go and blow it. Just let me do this my way. Be
patient.âLes moved away, and sat sulking on one of the chairs at the end of
the settee. Ted put his camera down, and started to help me pull my
costume back up.âCome-on Sandi, lets help you get straightened up. Tell you what. It
looks like weâre gonaâ have to get you worked-up for every costume.
Weâll be at this lot all day, and youâll be a nervous wreck. Iâll do
you a deal.âEven though I was only slowly coming back to my senses, Iâd
understood what heâd been saying.
âWhat kind of deal?ââIf youâll model the three outfits you stole from my shop, then weâll
call that a day.âI processed the two alternatives through my head. The outfits Iâd
stolen were all skimpy, one of them not just skimpy, but what
material was there, was see-through. But on the other hand, it was
only three. The costume rack must have had at least thirty hangers on
it. Iâd tried to put it out of my mind, but Iâd noticed, some of the
ones near the other end, were made of that thin stretchy material,
and I could tell they were also very revealing. And if I was going to
have Les alternating between fingering my pussy and sucking my tits
for every costume, then I guess the three panty/bra sets would be the
best option.
âWell Sandi, have you decided?ââIâll put one of the outfits on, providing I choose which one.ââBut you stole three.ââYes but you know how revealing they are, you selected them.ââThatâs right, I did. But I think I want to see you in all of them.ââIâll do two of them, but not the see-through one.â
âOk we have a deal. Go and get into one of them, and bring the other
one back down with you.âI was helped to my feet, and wobbled my way out of the room; my legs
were having a job to carry me. I put on the lacy set, and made my way
back down carrying the silk ones in my hand.âOh yes! That is something! Come-on in here and let us get a good
look.ââLook at her tummy, god I canât wait to smother her in kisses.ââSteady-on Les. Donât freak her. Come and sit down. And you might as
well get that mask off now; these pictures wonât be for public
display.â
I sat myself down, and as I was taking off the mask, Ted put his
hands behind my back, and I felt him loosen my bra.âHey! What are you doing?ââI assumed youâd prefer Les sucking your nipples to stroking your
pussy?ââBut surely you donât need my bra right off?ââWhy not, weâve seen your tits already?âWell by now he had removed the bra in question, and thrown it across
to one of the other chairs. Ted eased me back into a reclining
position, as he said to Les.
âYou sit at that end of the settee with your legs hanging over the
end. Then lean back and work on her tits. Thatâll leave me a clear
view of her crotch.âHe was now lifting my ankles onto the chairs, thus spreading me wide
open. Les was now laid down on his side, facing me. His left arm was
under my right arm and wrapped around my back. The other one, was
over my left shoulder, and he pulled himself to me. His mouth was
suckling on each nipple in turn, sending my body wild in seconds.
âThatâs great, keep her going. Iâm getting some super shots of her
pussy as she writhes about.âYes he was right, I was squirming around, my body was on fire. Before
I knew what was happening, he was telling Les to stop.âOh yes. Her pussyâs pulsing open. You've definitely got her going
now, leave her tits, and come and look at this.âLes was still laid on his side, but now he turned away from my face,
and had his head above my tummy, looking down at my crotch. He
reached one of his hands down, and placed a single finger end into
the valley at the top of my legs. As I felt it make contact, I let
out a gasp.
âOh ah!âBut worse than that, I lifted my hips.âYou like that. Donât you?ââNo please.ââBut you said I could stroke you anywhere, so long as I donât go into
the costume?ââP Please. I Iâm b begging you.âHis finger end was once again stroking my pussy lips, and I had no
way of controlling my instinctive reactions.âBegging eh? But begging what? I think sheâs asking me to work her
pussy.âWith that he pushed his fingers into my eager pussy, and gave me a
quick frigging. I didnât speak; I put my hands down onto the back of
his head to push him away. But all I succeeded in doing was to push
his face into my pussy as I heaved my hips up high. Well even though
I would have said stop if I could have got my words out, my body was
so in need of sex, and it didnât appear to matter who with.
âThatâs good, start working her clit.âLes must now be using both hands, as I could feel my gusset was being
pulled to one side, and my clit was being stroked, sending me even
more crazy. Then as I once again heaved myself high, I felt his wet
tongue, as his mouth locked itself to my crotch.
âIf I stop Les working you up, and Iâll let you get up from that
embarrassing position. Will you do something for me?ââW What?âWhile this talking was going on, Les hadnât stopped; I was now
heaving my hips in an uncontrolled manner, and I couldnât stop
myself. Les was sucking at my clit, his tongue manipulating it to
perfection. His fingers were working away up inside my pussy, and I
hadnât got the will to fight him.âWill you hold his dick for him?ââOh My God no! Are you serious?â
âOk, itâs up to you. I just thought that maybe youâd rather hold his
dick, instead of him fucking you. Cos the way youâre humping, we both
know youâll soon be too far gone to stop him.ââPlease, tell him to stop for just a minute, I canât think straight.ââOk Les. Just give her a minute. While sheâs thinking, we can try the
last pair of panties on.â
Les stopped, and climbed off the settee. I lay there legs still wide
open, and still heaving my hips. Ted took hold of an ankle and
lowered it to the floor. Les copied him lowering the other one. They
brought my legs together, and I thought they were about to help me to
my feet. I was about to ask for another minute, I didnât think I
could stand up yet.
Then as Ted leaned towards me, his hands went under my back at waist
height, and he lifted my weight from the settee.âSlip her knickers off.ââW what are you doing?ââWeâre just changing the panties.ââNo please.ââDonât be silly. Youâre in no state to get up yet. Anyway your legs
are closed, so we canât even see as much as we could before.âWell by now, the knickers had gone, but instead of putting the next
pair on, I was lowered back down.
âWhat about the next pair of panties?ââDonât worry about them yet, letâs just get you sat up. You can keep
your knees together if youâre worried.âThey helped me to sit up, moving the cushions out of the way. I held
my knees tight-together like a little girl waiting in the queue for
the school doctor to give her the first puberty check-up.âWe can put these last panties on, but the gusset is so narrow, it'll
just move to one side as soon as we start playing with your pussy,
like the last ones did. Ok Sandi; have you made your mind up? Are we
going to take some pictures of this last pair of panties, or will you
hold his dick?â
âI I donât know.ââItâs time to choose little girl. Come-on itâs not much to ask, you
said you wanted to make it up to Les.âI considered my options, and thought holding his dick is gona be less
dangerous than getting them skimpy knickers on, and les working on my
pussy again.âOk, Iâll hold his dick. But I want the panties to put on.ââDonât be awkward Sandra. Just keep your legs tight together. Now do
we have a deal?ââOk. Tell him to get it out.â
âDonât be silly, we need to do this properly.ââWhat do you mean?ââOk Les, stand up. And you Sandi, I want you to strip him naked.ââOh no. You only said I had to hold him.ââDonât argue, just get him naked, and it'll soon be over for you. But
start playing awkward and I could start getting nasty.âHis tone of voice carried a threat, and I didnât think I ought to
find out what he meant by âgetting nastyâ. I got to my feet, but as
my legs were still wobbly, I only managed this with his helping hands
on my naked waist. Then stood naked in front of Les, I started
unbuttoning his shirt. Heâd removed his own shoes and socks, and soon
I was removing the last item of his clothes. My fingers were in the
waist-band of his underpants, and as I slid them down his big dick
was stood there to attention.
âGood girl. Ok now me.ââI only agreed to hold Les.ââOk. So Les wonât report you to the police. But I donât see why I
shouldnât.ââBut we only agreed, Iâd hold Les. You never said anything about
holding you.ââWell I have now, so either get me stripped off, or Iâm out of here,
and youâre in deep shit.âWhat choice had I? I turned to Ted, and started to strip him. All the
time, I had Lesâs hands stroking all around my body. By the time Ted
was naked, my pussy was throbbing. This was as much a reaction to me
stripping two strangers, as it was to Les stroking my breasts and
inner thigh.
Come-on Les, weâll sit down, and Sandi my love, you can get on your
knees on the floor. They both sat on the settee, and I got onto my
knees. Although getting on my knees could be considered demeaning, at
least my body, or more important, my pussy was out of their reach.
Les parted his legs slightly, and his big hard dick was standing up.
I took hold, and was about to reach over to Ted.âIts ok Sandi, I can wait my turn. You just concentrate on one dick
at a time.âI was holding it, and cupping his balls with the other hand.âCome-on Sandi, Iâm sure you can do better than that.ââWhat do you mean?â
âWell you arenât gonaâ milk his spunk just sitting there nursing it.ââBut thatâs what I agreed to. I said Iâd hold it.ââDonât be so naive, you knew I meant you had to wank him.âBut in truth, I stupidly didnât, I thought heâd meant just hold it.âI I thought you only wanted it holding, honest.ââWell now you know different, so come-on. Lets see you get his spunk
rising.ââBut I never agreed to.âHe cut me short.âSo youâd rather we go and call the police, or maybe just develop
some of the pictures weâve already taken, and post them to your
husband?â
âNo please.ââWell get on with it then. Come on, try licking it.âI reluctantly put my mouth down, and ran my tongue across the top of
it. It shook its head, as it stiffened even harder. Iâd been licking
around the end for only a few seconds.âSandra my dear, are you trying to get me annoyed?ââNo. Iâm licking him like you told me to.ââDonât play the school girl. Get yourself down on that dick, and get
him to spunk, otherwise youâll regret it.â
I opened my mouth, and put my lips over his bell-end. Then I felt his
hands on the back of my head, and he forced me down onto his shaft.
Next second he was holding me either side of my head, lifting me up
and down, easing it in and out. I saw Ted to one side of me, and he
was clicking away taking pictures. After a minute or two, he
disappeared from view, and I felt his hands on my nipples. As his
hands cupped my pendant breasts, his mouth sucked one of my nipples.
Les rammed me onto is dick, forcing it into my throat.âFucking hell! Sheâs fucking swallowing my dick. Oh fucking yes!
Sheâs fucking hot.âThen as my hips started jerking, with a thrusting action. I felt what
must have been Tedâs fingers rubbing my clit. This only made me
thrust all the harder, and his fingers found my pussy. So I was deep
throating Les, while Ted sucked from nipple to nipple, and he now had
two fingers ramming my pussy. Then Les jerked his spunk into my
throat, pumping once, twice. In all I counted eight deliveries. Then
his jerking stopped, and he lifted my head from his shaft.
Ted now got back to the settee, and beckoned me to him. I obediently
took my mouth to his dick, and pushed myself onto his shaft. Now it
was Ted ramming my head up and down, but before many seconds, Les had
got his hands on my hips! I feared the worst, and as his feet edged
my kneeling legs apart, I got ready to take his dick. But to my
surprise, I felt his tongue, lapping around my bottom, and into my
pussy. My body reacted by ramming back onto him. We were in this
position for a few minutes, before I felt the telltale signs of my
impending orgasm. As I felt Ted shooting his cum into my throat, my
pussy erupted like a volcano, squirting sticky cum into Lesâs face.
Iâve never squirted in my life before, and this orgasm left me on my
back, writhing about on the floor, legs wide open. This went on for
some minutes, with my two instigators looking on, Ted also snapping
away with his camera.
âWell my dear. Youâve certainly come out of your shell now.âSaid Ted when I eventually calmed down.âCome on let me help you up.âTed helped me to get myself to the settee and sit down, still
of-course naked.âDo you feel ok?ââYes. I just feel so embarrassed.ââI donât know why. Your performance was exceptional.ââCan I get dressed now?ââCourse you can. If I was you, Iâd nip up and have a quick shower,
while Les and I put this gear away.
I did as heâd suggested, and now I was walking back downstairs,
showered and fully dressed.âAh here she is, our little super star. Howâs that feel now?ââBetter thanks.ââWhy? Didnât you enjoy that little session?âWhat can you say to that? Theyâd got me so hot, Iâd orgasmed like
never before, but I could hardly tell them that.âIt was alright.ââALRIGHT! Jesus girl, if that was just alright, Iâd love to be
involved with you when you have a good time. Now come-on Sandi, tell
the truth. Surely coming like that isnât an every day occurrence?ââWell no. but.ââBut nothing. Tell the truth, you really enjoyed that, didnât you?ââOk. I did, but I feel so ashamed now.â
âAshamed of what?ââWhat I just let you two men do with me.ââBut we all enjoyed it. You were outstanding. And nobody got hurt. So
why feel ashamed?ââIâm married, and three hours ago, I hadnât even met either of you.ââLook Sandra, if you want to feel ashamed, think of what got you into
this mess. You were the one who drove her car without any tax, MOT or
insurance. Then you stole goods from my shop. Then you destroyed this
mans lovely new car, it was less than six months old. A forty grand
motor car! Now that is something you should feel ashamed about. But
what you just did with us; was nothing, just harmless fun. As for
being married, your husband never needs to know, so it wonât hurt
him. But if you hadnât given Les his blow job, then your husband
would be really hurt, heâd be paying for the rest of his working
days, to cover the cost of that car. So in my book, all youâre doing
is trying to make things easier for your old man.â
âI guess what you say is right, but I still feel like Iâm cheating on
him.ââWell letâs just assess your situation. You stole from me. Would you
agree, it was about ÂŁ350 worth of gear you stole?ââYes. About that.ââAnd we already know youâve written-off Lesâs car, and thatâs at
least forty grand.ââI know. But itâs done now, and I canât undo it. All I can say is
sorry.ââBut thatâs not true, you can do more than just say sorry. Youâve
already shown Les you can do him little favours to make amends.ââWell yes, but I donât want to do that again.ââOh I see. One blow job, and you think the slate is wiped clean. He
could get a high class pro to give him a blow job for ÂŁ50, and you
think that makes up for forty grandâs worth of damage?â
âWhat do you mean?ââSurely you didnât think Les would be satisfied with just a quick
blow job? And that heâd walk away singing and dancing?ââBut that was what you asked me to do.ââYes, and like Iâve already said, you did a good job. But you must
know it will take more than that to settle this debt?ââSo you want me to do something else for Les?ââToo right! And not just Les, I think you owe me more than a blow
job.âI knew the next step was to let them fuck me, and in truth, his
reasoning was right, I had only sucked their dicks. And although he
reckoned this was only worth ÂŁ50, to me, I felt like Iâd earned the
full forty grand already.
âOk. What do you want me to do to pay my dues?ââLike I said to you before, youâre not a school girl. You know what
we want.ââOk, if I let you, then thatâs it? My debt is paid?ââYouâre as bad as Les. A little patience would go along way. Why
donât you just take one step at a time?ââWhat? Even if I let you fuck me, youâd want more?ââDid I say that?ââNo but.ââBut nothing. Lets just see how good you are in bed, then weâll see
if youâre all paid-up?ââSo if I do good, and please you both, youâll be satisfied?ââWeâre getting nowhere again. Itâs quite simple. Are you going to
fuck or not?â
I turned around and walked to the door.âI assume you want me in my bedroom?ââYes, you lead the way. Come-on Les, looks like the little ladyâs
ready to do the business.âSo as I climbed the stairs, I had two strangers following me, and I
knew I had to fuck both of them.Now in the bedroom, I turned and saw Ted had swapped his camera with
the big lens, and now had a large video camera, with a built-in frame
that carried two big lights.
âHey! Come-on! Thatâs not fair.ââWhat do you mean fair?ââLook Iâm letting you both go to bed with me. Please donât film it as
well.ââWhen will you grow up? Youâre up here to be fucked, and the least
you can do is let us have something to remember you by. Tomorrow,
this will all just be a memory. Ships that passed in the night. But
with this, we can re-live it. Now get yourself stripped off, Les is
ready to go.âHe was right; Les was stripped and lying back in the middle of my
bed, a semi-hard dick in his hand.As I started stripping, I felt the heat as the big flood lights shone
on my back, and then as they got ever brighter, they lit-up the whole
room. I did my best to ignore the watching eye of his camera, and I
was soon stripped naked. I climbed onto the bed, and got my mouth
onto Lesâs dick. He reached to my hips, pulling me around to the
sixty-nine position. In no time he was hard, and trusting at my
windpipe. Whereas I was heaving my hips, which rubbed his tongue the
full length of my slit.
âCome-on Sandi, get yourself onto my dick.âHis hands were now manoeuvring me around, and I was soon astride his
hips lowering myself onto him. I was dripping wet, and it just slid
up effortlessly, until my crotch met his brush. I leaned forwards,
and he took one of my nipples into his mouth. So here I was humping
for all I was worth, with Ted filming every detail of the action.
When Les spoke up.âOk. Hold up a minute.âI stopped my heaving.âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing. I just want you on your back.âSo he wanted a change of position, no problem, I got up, and as he
moved away, I lay back in the middle of the bed. He took hold of my
ankles, spread them wide and Ted brought his camera in for a
close-up. Then he lifted my ankles up towards my shoulders.âHere, take hold of these. Keep them way up high.âI took hold, and he pushed his dick back up my pussy. Holding my legs
like this, I was not able to do the fucking, and Iâd expected him to
get right back into a thrusting action.
But instead, after his slow push up my pussy, he pulled it back out.
Then he was rubbing his bell-end up and down my slit. Caressing my
clit at one end, then going down as far as my bottom at the other and
circling it around my hole. This produced three separate hot spots,
each one sent a different type of shudder through my body. But all
three made my hips instinctively thrust upwards. Heâd been doing this
for some seconds now, and my thrusts were getting more violent, as
though I was impatient to get his dick back inside me. Every time I
thrust while he circled my clit, it sent the dick towards my pussy.
Every time I thrust as he circled my pussy, it entered. So I guess it
makes sense, that every time I thrust while he circled around my
bottom, the end pushed its way inside.
Now as heâd been instantly pulling it back out, I had just accepted
this as an arousal technique. And in truth, the invasion of my bottom
was arousing me as much as either of the other two areas. So as my
thrust got more violent, his penetrations got deeper. Then on one of
his penetrations into my bottom, instead of pulling back out, he
thrust deep. His wet dick slid right up, and he rammed hard and fast.
I first instinctively let go of my legs, and was about to protest.
But as he lay his weight down on top of me, and pumped hard and long,
I just wrapped my arms around him, and let him take his pleasure. He
had only been fucking my arse for about a minute, when he again
stopped.
âOk girl, up you get.âHeâd pulled out, and sat himself up towards the edge of the bed. I
got up, and he lay back down, on his back where Iâd been lying. I
started to get down to mount him again, but he took hold of my hips,
and started to manoeuvre me around.âNot that way. I want you facing upwards. Thatâs it; now lower
yourself back down onto my dick. No no. Up your arse. Thatâs
