0 comments/ 40107 views/ 3 favorites Lindsay's Lace Ch. 01 By: LadyWatcher This story took place during the first month after I opened Lindsay's Lace, a small Lingerie shop. A woman came into the shop and selected a floral silk robe, black stiletto heels and a pink silk teddy. She went past the changing area as she passed the section of the area her nicely muscled calves were clearly visible below the half wall. She strutted into the open with the robe tightly tied about her waist. Her male companion nodded favorably at her as she turned for him to look at the robe. He obviously liked the shoes that she was wearing. I tried not to stare but caught surreptitious sidelong glances of her as she stood in the opening. The boyfriend got up from his seat and stood and she apparently opened her robe (his body blocked a clear view for all but him). He murmured and nodded approvingly. The guy looked to be about 20 to 25 years old and seemed like he might have to stretch a bit to keep up with his girl's shopping habits. As his girlfriend returned to the changing room, I approached him and asked, "How would you like to get some free merchandise?" "Nah, that's ok, I don't want no credit card sign up." "No, no, nothing like that. I just wondered if maybe your wife would be interested in earning a merchandise credit for helping us produce some marketing material." "She ain't my wife, man, but what do you mean about marketing material?" "We are a new shop so we'd like to get some endorsements from real customers in the form of either statements or photographs that we might place into our advertisements." "I never seen no advertisements for this place – been empty for months – we were just curious about what was coming in here." "We advertise in a number of channels, some are pretty mainstream like local radio and newspaper and others are in more select publications." "We offer a range of discounts and promotional merchandise credits in proportion to the assistance we receive." [This sounded pretty good, I thought as I was making it all up as I went, and was not fully sure where I was headed with this myself.] "You talking like free bras and thongs or what?" "Yeah, something like that." "So like if my lady says she really likes the silk robe, you give us a discount?" "Well, for a straightforward product endorsement like that I would give you a flat 10% discount on your entire purchase." "Shit man, excuse me if I say so but, that ain't no nevermind to me." "Say again?" "Dude, 10% off ain't worth my time o' day. Why don't you find yourself some old grandma buying support hose who thinks that is worth her time?" At that point the girlfriend came back out wearing the same robe and shoes but had apparently changed the lingerie underneath. She says, "Is that your friend or do I have a fan?" "No baby neither one, just some dude trying to get free publicity." I blurted out, "I think you misunderstood. We don't take anything for granted here but I would be happy to discount your purchase if you provide us with a nice endorsement." "Yeah 10% - big fucking whoop," the impatient young man spit out. Defensively I interjected, "Actually that is the minimum discount we offer but we certainly are prepared to offer better rebates for additional marketing assistance." "What sort of better rebates are you talking about?" the young lady replied. "Babe, we don't need this shit, let's just get going," the impatient gentleman snarled. "Look Miss, Miss...., I'm sorry... I missed your name," I stammered. "My name is Samantha. What you got in mind 'Please let me help you - Brad'?" she read from my nametag and then she added, "James, shut up and listen to what the man has to say." I blushed at her mildly mocking tone but was emboldened by her apparent interest, "We provide free merchandise for marketing photographs for select customers." [It was completely possible that at some point I would consider this but at the moment I was totally pulling this out of thin air. Having just opened, I wasn't so sure discounts were the most prudent means to help this venture achieve solvency]. "Select meaning me in this case?" she queried. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." "What sort of deals do you have?" "That sorta depends." "Depends on what?" "Depends on whether the photos can be used in our marketing materials." "Hey man, I'm a professional. You trying to scam me?" the guy responded. "I'm not sure I follow." "Look man, we do a little what you call erotic photography. This type of clothing really helps." I was a little taken aback and stood gaping for a couple of seconds. "Maybe we should talk privately. Would you be so kind as to step into my office?" James nodded at Samantha and they came into the back room that doubled as an office and storage. They pulled up chairs and I grabbed a pad of paper. I began, "Well, this is an interesting situation. I am not sure where to start but I definitely think that professional photography is an important facet of marketing." "Well, I have a damn good Nikon with a tripod, three zoom lenses, and filters. I've got a pair of light umbrellas and I'm hoping to buy some backdrops." James volunteered. "I mostly do amateur-style stuff at the apartment." "What do you typically charge for a shoot?" I asked as if I knew what "a shoot" actually entailed. "Well, I actually don't run a photo studio like Sears. I sell web site subscriptions for a strictly amateur site and well, actually, I'm just getting started with this. I don't actually take pictures for like paying customers." "Since this is all new to you, I guess that makes us even." I responded. "Anyway, I was thinking that perhaps you could set up your equipment back here and we could take merchandise photos in-house for our advertising flyers. If you were to use the room for other photography I guess I might have to charge or something." "What do you mean by ' charge or something'?" James asked. "Maybe Brad wants to see girls putting on panties while he watches," Samantha offered. I blushed and groped for a response. "I don't think Brad is getting any. Why don't you open that robe and see if Mr. Businessman likes his products with your package," James instructed. Samantha stood and opened her robe and moved closer to me. I could smell her perfume and her full silk-clad breasts were just inches from my face. I stammered, "I think you definitely do justice to our merchandise." Her curvaceous form was definitely appealing; her ample breasts and curvaceous hips were made for sex. "She's even better without your 'merchandise', buddy." James added. At this Samantha dropped the straps of her teddy off of her shoulders and let her lovely round globes free. "100% real, makes you want to touch doesn't it?" As she sat just a few feet from me, the urge to touch was definitely strong but I was also in the middle, at least I thought I was in the middle, of a business arrangement which seemed to be getting away from me. After giving me an eyeful she put the top of the teddy back in place covering her mounds with silk. My voice cracked as I responded, "I, ah, I think that, um, I think that you and the photography. Let me start over. I think that we can arrange to do some photography. I mean, James could do some photography in exchange for some free clothing and access to the room for photographing." "Maybe you should pay us," James opined. "I think we should start out strictly on a barter basis," I suggested. "What is a barter basis?" Samantha asked. "Does that mean you trade stuff on the black market or some shit?" James added. I realized that these youngsters were greener than I was and had no idea what I was suggesting so I amplified. "By barter basis, I mean that instead of exchanging money you exchange goods and services." "So you want to exchange lingerie for a blow job or something?" Samantha blurted. Again I was stunned by her brazenness and meekly responded, "I was thinking more on the lines of exchanging photography services for the usage of the studio." (Suddenly my marketing mind had converted a cluttered storage room with a beat-up desk into a photography studio). I was intrigued that the idea of giving a blowjob seemed natural to Samantha rather than extreme. At 44 years of age, my ideas of normal were obviously different than these kids' ideas. "What about free merchandise?" James reminded. I bravely upped the ante, "Maybe for more adventurous photography some concessions for merchandise could be arranged." "So like for a money shot you'll let me have the teddy?" Samantha offered. "A money shot?" I ignorantly quipped. "Yeah, I mean like if I show you my spread pussy, you let me have the teddy," Samantha added. She looked at me with great earnestness in her sultry dark brown eyes. She shifted in her seat, raised her bare knee through the robe and folded her arms. My pulse quickened. I imagined this very attractive girl jumping up on the desk and showing me her cunt all in the line of business. My head was spinning – she hadn't actually suggested doing it quite like that – implied it maybe... How quickly this had progressed way beyond where I had imagined it might. James ended the awkward silence caused by my delayed response. "Seriously, I think we could do business together. We really could get our web site off the ground if we don't have to pay for a studio and can get props for the photos and we could tone it down to make sure you get photos that are PG enough to put into advertising." "I think that makes sense," I replied. "Maybe later today I could bring in some of my equipment. I'd need you to sign some sort of agreement so that you can't keep my stuff if I leave it in here. I don't want to get shafted," James added. I responded, "I have some sample contract verbiage from the lease here that I could adapt without too much trouble." "All work and no play makes Brad a dull boy." Samantha commented. I looked at her quizzically. "Do you like shaved pussy?" she asked. I was floored by her brazen question and was dumbstruck yet again. I looked her in the eye and saw desire in her expression. "I have yet to meet a man who didn't like a shaved pussy." She added. I swallowed hard and sat silently like a mute. "I think what Samantha is saying is that you never really answered if she could have the teddy," James added. "What do you say we make a deal?" "Well, I guess, ah, well, what were you thinking for a deal?" "Well the teddy is like $39.95 and this robe is $54.99 and the shoes are $63.50 – how might she earn them?" James inquired. "I was thinking that maybe for a good photo shoot I could offer the teddy and possibly like half off of the robe." "We really kind of like the robe and shoes too but don't want to pay for them," James prodded. "We can do the photo shoot for your ads when I bring back my camera equipment." "This doesn't sound like a very good deal to me at least if you are suggesting that you take the stuff and I don't get the photos done until you come back. I just met you, why should I trust that you will come back?" "Ok, how about if we earn the teddy first and then come back to earn the other stuff?" "How are you going to earn the Teddy if you don't have a camera?" I asked. "I think I can earn it. I see that look in your eye," Samantha teased. At this she took off the robe and came over and sat on my lap. She smelled delicious and her soft warmth was intoxicating. She raised herself so that her silk-encased breast was pressing into my cheek and I could feel her nipple through the fabric. A sudden wave of panic shot through me as I thought, "Holy shit, the shop is still open and no one else is here – what am I thinking!" I stammered aloud, "I think I probably should check on the shop to see if anyone is out there." At this Samantha got off of my lap and dropped her top. She pressed a bare soft globe into my eye and said, "You come back real soon. Don't you want to let me earn my teddy?" I stumbled to my feet and said, "Absolutely. Just give me one minute." I walked swiftly to the door and went out to the store, hoping that my semi-erect penis was not too obvious. Two young women were near the register with merchandise in their hands. One whispered something to the other as I walked to the register. I apologized, "Sorry I was taking care of some business in the back; I apologize for the wait." "We were thinking about just taking what we wanted if no one came out pretty soon." "I'm very sorry," I said as I scanned the first girl's purchases. I thought I heard the one girl mutter to the other something like, "There must have been some exciting business in that back room..." The young ladies departed and I locked the doors behind them. They looked back with a knowing glance which said, "maybe we caught him in the middle of something." However since they did not know that I was entertaining company in the back, a new wave of embarrassment passed over me. I looked away from them, ran to the back and crafted a makeshift sign indicating: "Back in 15 minutes" and taped it to the doors as I locked them. When I returned to the back, Samantha sat twirling a finger through her hair and James was idly looking at the backs of his hands and the boxes of unopened undergarments lined up on the back shelves. I apologized for the delay and Samantha said, "Are you going to stay with me now or do you need to work with the customers?" "No, no, I locked up so I don't need to be up front." "You need to sit down," Samantha chided. "Why don't you model the lingerie for Mr..." "Johnson," I blurted. "Why don't you model the lingerie for Mr. Johnson? Show him how nice it looks from behind." With this prompting Samantha turned her back to me and bent over with her legs about two feet apart. She smiled at me through her legs. The teddy hiked up when she bent down to reveal distinct tanlines on her rounded buttocks. "Whatcha lookin' at big guy?" "Very nice," was all I could think to say in response. "Why don't you show Mr. Johnson some more of what you have?" James prodded. "Well, my now, I've already shown Mr. Johnson my titties and he saw the bottom of my tushie, what else might he like to see? Why don't you tell me what you'd like to see Mr. Johnson?" I was flustered as I wanted to see her snatch but I didn't want to come right out and say so. "I think you know what to do." James added. Samantha dropped the straps of the teddy and got on my lap facing me. "I think Mr. Johnson likes my titties," she said as she pressed her mammaries together and against my chin. "Be a good boy and suck my nipple,"she said as she placed a hard nipple against my lips. "Go ahead, she wants it," James encouraged. I parted my lips and let her nipple pass between my teeth and I stroked my tongue up and down on it. Then I closed my lips and began sucking in earnest on her lovely C-cup sized breast. "Oh Mr. Johnson, you are doing a nice job on my tittie, you should suck the other one now." She pulled her left breast away from my lips and placed her right breast to my lips. "Hey babe, why don't you show Mr. Johnson some of your poses." "Well, most of them require a soft surface. I think I'd rather make nice with Mr. Johnson. I'm getting kind worried that I might get the teddy dirty." "What's the matter babe, are you starting to get wet?" "Maybe." Was I hearing this? Her boyfriend was asking her if her vaginal juices were leaking out and she was treating it like he was asking about the weather. "Here wear this," James said as he held her robe up behind her so that she could put it on. She slipped her hands into the sleeves while still facing me and pulled the robe closed then she stood to let the teddy slide off of her. She stepped out of it which was not easy given the heels. Then she picked it up off of the floor and put it in my face. "I really need to clear off this desk if you are going to see my better poses." I shot up and pushed my papers into a jumbled pile and set the computer monitor on the floor. Samantha got up on the desk reclined onto her back. Then she placed her right stiletto heel on the desk such that her knee popped up through the opening of the robe revealing a good bit of thigh. Then she said, "Most guys like this pose." "I think I would agree with that statement," I replied. "Sometimes I like to tease a little bit," she added as she opened the right lapel of her robe revealing her breast. "And sometimes I like to get to the point," she said as she turned towards me and into a sitting position. "So get to the point," James urged. I was not sure what this meant so I sat in an agitated state waiting for her to make a definitive move. "Like I said, sometimes I like to get to the point," she said as she opened the robe. From where I was sitting, I liked her point; I was no more than three feet from her open pussy and was admiring how slick it appeared to be and how puffy her inner lips were. "I think you like shaved pussy based on how much you seem to like looking at mine, Mr. Johnson." I swallowed hard and said, "yes, I guess I do, but I don't mind that you left a little hair to accent it and to remind me that you aren't a little girl." "I like to keep a little thatch above my slit but I like to keep the lips nice and bald." "I see that you do." At this she put her hand down and opened her inner lips with her nicely manicured fingers. She dipped two fingers into her sopping vagina and then held them under my nose. "Does it smell nice?' "Er, it, ah, most definitely." "James, come here and taste." James came over and she slickened her fingers with her ample juices and slipped them into his mouth. "Why don't you show Mr. Johnson how you cum so that he'll give you the teddy and robe." I interrupted, "ok, the teddy is cool but half off on the robe." "What will you give me if I help you get rid of that stiffness in your trousers?' "What do you mean?" I asked. "What will you give me if I let you stroke your cock and shoot a nice big load onto my tummy?" I wasn't sure how to answer. Up to now this was all an awesome show but I was not an actor in the performance. However my swollen cock was overruling my good judgment. I asked, "would you kiss it?" "If you want me to suck your dick, you need to throw in the shoes and the robe." "If you suck his dick, you are definitely taking my load deep inside your slick pink pussy," James demanded. "Oooh, that sounds nice. Naughty and nice," Samantha cooed. James dropped his pants and pulled Samantha to the edge of the desk. He put the tip of his cock up to her lips and slid the crown of his rigid meat just into her opening. I was in awe as I stood two feet away. I could smell sex. James reddish purple cock was very slick with Samantha's juices. I couldn't help but rub myself through my pants. James began to pump away faster and faster until he climaxed deep into Samantha's pussy. I was getting really hot and watching hot jism drip out of Samantha's swollen cunt was not helping. I dropped my trousers and underwear and let my erection spring free; my glans was so swollen it hurt and a droplet of clear precum had formed at my dickslit. Samantha reached for my cock and began to stroke it. "Doesn't that feel good, Mr. Johnson?" "Mmmmmm," I groaned. "Do I get the heels, Mr. Johnson?" "Only if you suck me until I shoot a big load of cum." "Ok but you can't cum in my mouth. Only James gets to do that." Well, the girl had standards I reckoned . My dick was doing my thinking for me and found itself pistoning in and out of her hot mouth. "Can I just touch that luscious pussy," I begged. "Throw in a free pair of panties and you can finger her to orgasm," James countered. Lindsay's Lace Ch. 01 "Deal!" I replied. I did not hesitate to slide two fingers into Samantha's sloppy pink slit and I curled them upward and ground away at her g-spot. Samantha grabbed the base of my cock and popped my swollen crown in and out of her mouth while she kneaded my balls. She masterfully slid my shaft in and out of her mouth successively licking and then observing my saliva-coated glans. No stranger to the signs of imminent ejaculation, she spit on my shaft and firmly stroked me as I neared nirvana. I was soon ready to make a major discharge and Samantha's humping of my hand let me know that she wasn't far from another cum herself. My hand was soaked with the mixture of Samantha's ample juices and James fresh cum. I pointed my cock at her pretty face and unloaded a massive blast on her cheek and down her chin. She turned away so that the next two streams of semen struck her neck and chest. As my hot jism dripped off of her chin, she rolled her head back and thrust her swollen pussy into my hand with increased intensity. Her vagina grabbed at my hand as it spasmed. She moaned and clenched her eyes closed as she rode out a big orgasm. James stood to the side with his eyes glued to her snatch and with a very self-satisfied look on his face. He was holding the teddy that Samantha had modeled earlier and was mentally itemizing all of the other promised merchandise; a lucrative haul from his point of view. On a cost basis, this little venture had cost me far more than I had intended but on the other hand I had indulged in and witnessed far more than I had imagined I would. James broke the silence, "I guess we have some settling up to do." "Yeah, I guess we do. I guess we do." To be continued... Lindsay's Lace Ch. 02 After running the lingerie shop for a little over a month, James (the photographer) suggests that we run an ad on the web site to invite girls for photography auditions. They can come in and try out the merchandise. Also we might lure some husbands in so that they can have racy pictures taken of their ladies; they might even pay for the privilege. After much discussion, I put an ad into a local personals column indicating that the lingerie shop will help patrons to act out their fantasies or let them work as cast members for someone else's fantasy. Afterwards, they can also have the excitement of seeing themselves on the web. I indicate in the ad that in-person interviews will be held in the shop during normal working hours. I have hired a cashier by this point so the shop is no longer a one-man operation of just me. Two weeks pass after the ad is released and nothing happens. Then a call comes in; the call is from a college girl. She indicates that she has a pretty heavy course load so can't work enough hours to make much money though she does have a waitressing job that pays pretty well when she can get hours. She says that her name is Kelly. "So Kelly, would you like to be photographed in lingerie in a traditional fashion or do you lean towards something a little more risqué?" "That depends on what you mean by a little more risqué." "Well, I guess that if the photographs are a little reveal a little more than just the lingerie." "So you mean like with the straps not completely fastened?" "You're getting warm. Actually," I decide to be blunt at this point, "revealing of your breasts, backside or your pubic area." "But not with touching or actual sex acts right?" "Well, that would not need to be involved; it would not be prohibited though." "So do you pay more for like, how should I say, like for someone to be completely naked? "I think that would um, definitely increase the compensation, yes." "Could I come with a friend? I'm sure you're legit and all but I would feel more comfortable, well you know." "Sure, we don't want you to be nervous. Why don't you swing by later this afternoon and we can work out details." "Okay, I'll be there. Well, I mean I will if my friend Josie can come with me; I don't think she has any afternoon classes today." I phone James to let him know that we've gotten a bite on the ad and he decides to come down to hang out in case things get interesting. At around 3:25, Kelly and Josie show up. Kelly is 5'7" has straight brown hair, B cup breasts and long legs; she is about 30 pounds overweight though she carries herself well and is wearing very nice slacks and a sweater. Josie is a very clean cut but fairly plain looking brunette in jeans and a cotton blouse; Josie remains quiet, tentative and a little suspicious. Kelly and Josie enter the store, stop at the register and ask to speak with a manager regarding the advertisement. The cashier, Emily, directs them to the back of the store. Kelly raps on the door to the back office and I come out to greet her. "So you must be Kelly; we spoke earlier on the phone, I believe," I say as I emerge from the back office/ photography studio. "Please come in." I motion for her and her friend to come in. After I close the door I state, "So you are interested in posing for some photographs then, I take it?" Kelly seems very young and naïve. She says, "I guess I would like to have some pictures taken but I'm not totally sure like what is involved." "Kelly, I'll tell you what, since you are the first interested party...this week." [I quickly add ‘this week', hoping not to sound too amateurish. "I'd like to put together a portfolio of pictures of you (for now just proofs) and then we'll gage interest and market value among other customers. Why don't we do pictures of you in a couple of different items for now. Josie, you can go with her or stay back here in the photography studio to wait." "You mean start doing photographs right now? I thought maybe there would be an introductory period or maybe you would offer me a contract or something." She stalls and further searches for an escape with, "Josie, do you have time to hang out with me for a while?" Josie says, "Sure, I don't have anything pressing this afternoon." Josie decides to stay in the studio, sees some catalogues on the desk and asks if she can look at them while she waits. Of course this is fine. I leave Josie to her reading and assist Kelly in selecting three items that I think will be good. I start with a teal satin nightgown and then select silk pajamas with short wide-legged bottoms and a loose buttoned top. Next I pick out garters, a black lace thong, a black lace bra and fishnet stockings. Lastly I select a robe that she can wear when walking between the changing room and the photography studio (this is especially important since we are still doing normal business in the front of the store). Kelly comes in wearing the robe. She closes the studio door and hangs the robe up to show that she is wearing the satin nightgown. She is fairly flirtatious with James who is still hanging out in the office since arriving a couple of hours earlier. James says, "Ok sweetie, why don't you lower that strap and let me see the roundness of your breasts. Go ahead and lay across the couch there and let the top come down some." "Like this?" Kelly asks as she lowers her top and looks with flirting eyes at James. "Yes that's good. Now lets get some leg. Hike up the bottom so that we can see your legs." Kelly complies. "Very nice. I should have some nice shots. Now why don't you try on some of the other clothing," I encourage. Kelly returns after changing into the short bottoms and top. "Do you have on anything under that?" I query. "Nothing but little ole me." She blushingly responds. "How about giving me a little peek up those pajama legs." "Are you sure? I'm pretty hairy up there. I don't want to scare anyone. And I think you should pay me if I do something like that; that goes a bit beyond an interview, I think" Josie snickers. "Don't worry about getting paid, you will be compensated for your time. How does $20/hour sound for an interview fee?" "Hmm, $20/hour isn't bad I guess if you start that when I got here." I roll my eyes and force what I hope is a patient response, "yes, of course. And don't worry about being a little hirsute, most guys I know enjoy sneaking a peek at a furry crotch." Kelly smiles. "All right then," she responds as she gets on all fours, then adds, "How is this?" as she spreads her legs to the sides enough that James is able to catch some of her pubes on film with a shot from the side. James takes a couple more shots and then I suggest that she come out wearing the last set of lingerie. Ten minutes later she returns clad in fishnet stockings, garters, thong and bra and seems quite happy with herself. James takes a few preliminary pictures. Then I get bold and ask her if she would be willing to take a couple of shots without the thong or bra but with the garter and stockings still on. She blushes and says, "I guess I could. Josie, you don't have to stay for this; you can meet me outside if you want." Josie replies, "Only if you really want me to. This is actually getting me a little hot and I'd like to watch to see the expressions on James' face when he sees your ass." "Shut up Josie! I don't need your commentary!" Josie pleads, "Come on, I've been waiting on you for like half an hour to get dressed, the least you can do is let me watch." "All right, all right, but no commentary," Kelly responds. Then Kelly looks over at me and James and catches my eye and says, "Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I blush and respond, "I reckon you know the answer to that." After a brief pause I add, "So are you going to shed the panties and bra?" "You'd like that wouldn't you, you horny toad?" "Well, I guess I would, yes. A fine tight body like yours ought to be shown off not hidden. What do you say?" "I think Mr. Johnson wants to see your cunt Kelly. He wants something to stroke to." Kelly snipes, "Shut up Josie – you agreed NO commentary! Why don't you go take a walk over to Macy's or something?!" I share Kelly's impatience with Josie but try not to let it show. She has been invited to keep things from getting out of control so is not likely to just get up and leave. I venture, "Kelly, you do what you are comfortable doing, but there is a substantially higher market value for beaver shots than for the tamer stuff." "I am definitely staying," Josie mutters to herself. "Just how much higher is ‘substantially higher market value'?" Kelly inquires. I am at a loss but finally say, "I can probably let you keep the lingerie you are modeling.' She looks at me somewhat suspiciously and says, "I'm a college student, I don't need lingerie. Most boys I know are so horny, I could dress in a trash bag and they'd still want it. How about cash? Surely you are a businessman and can understand that." I try to act cool and experienced with fees of this sort. "I'd say I would pay $5 per picture for two to four pictures or like $50 for half an hour's worth." "Hmm, I could use $50." "Hell, I bet she would give you a hand job too for 75," Josie says, with a level of earnestness in her voice that gets my attention. "Is that right? You like giving hand jobs?" "Josie, you are such a fucking dyke, why don't you shut up!" Josie smiled and mockingly taunted, "woo ooo, I'm scared!" She then looks at me and says, "Make her throw in a hand job, she'll love it." Kelly gives Josie a frustrated look and then looks to me and says, "Look maybe I'd give you a hand job but I need to see James pump his meat for me if you want that. I like his bulge and would love watching him stroke his package." "Oh goodie!" Josie adds, "I wanna watch this." To this James responds by saying, "I appreciate you all making deals that involve me, but frankly this is all a little more than I thought I was getting into today. I was strictly going to be taking photographs." Then Kelly responds, "Would it change your mind if Josie takes her panties off while all of this takes place." "Are you kidding?" Josie blurts with feigned indignation. "No, I'm totally serious," Kelly responds. "Maybe if you become a participant rather than just a critic on the sidelines you will smarten up. Plus I know you like showing your stuff just as much as the next girl." Josie blushes and looks down. "Come on Josie, you volunteered me to give a hand job. How about I pump Mr. Johnson's dick so that you can watch his cum squirt out up close." Almost inaudibly Josie mutters, "k" I look at James and ask, "You good with this?" "What the hell," he responds and nods towards Josie. "Let's see that pussy." With that settled, Kelly slips off her thong and removes her bra. I drop my trousers and step out of them as does James. Kelly turns to Josie, "Come on girl, a deal is a deal" We all look at Josie, James and I with tent poles in our underwear. Josie stands and pulls down her jeans to reveal a pair of powder blue cotton panties. "I think the panties need to come down too, sister," Kelly prods. At this Josie kicks off her shoes, steps out of her jeans and tugs down her panties, revealing a trimmed muff of light brown pubic hair with a visible cleft down the middle. James and I pull down and kick off our briefs revealing our fully engorged erections. There is electricity in the air. James realizes that the point of this photo shoot (at least originally it was the point) is to get some photographs so he asks Kelly to get on the couch and raise her rear into the air. He gets behind her; the camera and his dick are both pointed at the crack of her ass. "Ok, spread your legs a little, I know there has to be some pink in all of that hair," James cajoles. Kelly obliges and does one better, "How's that?" she says as she pulls her labia open with her right hand. "Very nice," James says as he snaps away and zooms in so close that the lingerie he is supposed to be photographing can barely be seen as the lens fills with Kelly's luscious pink inner labia framed by a wildly hairy vulva. "Be a good girl and roll over so that we can get a nice frontal view of your sweet pink and those nice titties." Kelly rolls onto her back but covers her mound with her hand. "You have to ask me nice if you want to see this again," she teases as she grabs James's penis and then adds, "Why don't you be a good boy and stroke your big penis and then I will let you see my slit again?" "What are you looking at?" James snarls at Josie who is smugly staring. Her panties are down but her legs are locked together as securely as Fort Knox. "You are supposed to be showing your stuff, you might as well be dressed with your legs clamped closed like that," he scolds. Josie looks James right in the eye and says, "Testy, testy". Their gazes lock and after a brief pause she resumes, "well… since you asked…" at this she juts her butt forward on the chair and opens her legs wide; her glistening labia opens up in all of its swollen glory for his inspection. "Now, you be good and pump that thick cock… or do I need to do it for you?" At this Kelly moves her hand and dips her middle finger into her slit. "Come on James, I want to see you jack your cock until it spurts a nice creamy load of cum all over that slut." James lets the camera dangle from its lanyard for a second as he throttles his turgid meat and vigorously pumps it twice with his dickslit just inches from Josie's face. I move over beside Kelly as she says this and I open her top; my balls nearly brush into her tit and stiff nipple – my cock is pointing north and is dying for some of her attention. "I think you were about to give me a nice long hand job. You can watch James but pay close attention to this big cock." I say this as I nearly shove my precum oozing cock in her face. She has, after all, agreed to a hand job so shouldn't be too offended I figure as I brush my nutsack against her supple tits. Kelly spits on her hand and runs her finger along my the tender flesh around my dick slit and under the head of my dick. My cock leaps at her touch. I call to James, "Why don't you get a photo of Kelly stroking my cock? See if you can't capture her face in the picture too. Maybe you can catch my cum spurting in midair on film." Kelly seems to be motivated by my obscene suggestions and has started squeezing and cupping my balls with her left hand as she pumps away at my shaft. James is not missing a beat as he focuses his lens in on my cock and captures Kelly's ministrations. His own cock is now purple in anticipation and is bobbing up and down freely as he uses his hands to operate the camera. I can't take it. I warn Kelly, "I'm going to cum, baby." "Hold on big guy we don't want to stain the lingerie… Come closer Josie, so you can see this." Josie doesn't have to be begged, she has been raptly staring the whole time anyway, but now moves closer so that my cock is nearly in her face but aimed to the side. The first spurt of cum shoots up and out across the room – James expertly captures a picture of it arcing upward in front of Josie. Josie has a mischievous, self-satisfied smile on her face as I unload in front of her. Kelly keeps pulling the skin of my shaft up over the swollen rim of my purple glans and then stretching the skin taut as I spasm three more big ropes of cum into the air. Her eyes are riveted to my spurting cock. She looks up at my face to see a very satisfied look. James says to Josie, "So did you like that?" He manages to grab his cock with his left hand as he maneuvers the camera so he can photograph himself pointing his loaded weapon towards Josie and adds, "How do you like this?" Josie says nothing but swallows deeply as if in fear of being blasted with hot cum. James keeps pumping with the apparent intent of giving Josie a facial. Josie pushes his cock up at the last second and presses the head onto his shirt, making his dick spit its gooey discharge onto his shirt. After a couple more creamy blasts, James curses, "Damn it, I got cum all over my shirt." Josie just giggles. As this is transpiring, I am beginning to resume lucidity and decide to borrow the camera. "James, let me borrow that, you need to clean up." I pull the camera and lanyard over his head and put the cord around my own neck. "That was nice wasn't it Kelly? Did it make you hot?" I query. She doesn't answer. "I think it did," I answer for her. "I also think that my $75 entitles me to a few more pictures. Let's get a picture of you fingering yourself. Just lean back and spread your legs open for me and make that middle finger disappear." She silently obliges and then slides her moistened finger slides over her love button. "Can you pop that clit out of its hood for me?" As she does as she is asks I add, "That is a very nice little clit you have. I think you are very close to cumming. Can you cum for me?" She does not say anything but seems to be completely absorbed in a wave of pleasure. In obedience to my request, she clenches her legs together and presses down hard on her pubis with her fingertips. The moan she lets out indicates that she is cresting. Josie sits by silently but agitatedly shifting in her seat. "That's a good girl Kelly, let me get a picture of your juices dripping down onto your thighs and ass crack and we'll call it a wrap." As she finishes, Josie hurriedly pulls up her panties and pants. James comes back over having done his best to get most of the cum off of his shirt with some wet paper towels. I walk over to the desk and write out a check. Kelly instructs me to leave the to line blank as she apparently does not want to reveal her last name. As I hand it to her I say, "You are welcome back anytime if you would like to make some more money. That goes for you too," I say as I turn towards Josie. Kelly puts on the robe and noncommittally snatches the check and says, "Thanks – I'll be going as soon as I change back into my clothes." She and Josie go out front to pull themselves together and I muse to myself at how successful we had been even if no one else is to respond to the ad.