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Photogenic

By: morris40



She put her hand on my shoulder. She wouldn't lean over to look at the screen. That would show too much interest. She was trying her best to appear detached - perhaps even mildly bored. I clicked the mouse to bring up the next image.

"You're so photogenic." I looked up at her from my seat in front of the computer to see her reaction.

She studied the photo for a moment. In the photo, she was sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up to her chest smiling at the camera. The smooth white skin of her thighs was exposed above sheer black stockings with a ruffled garter. The short red satin and black lace negligee was pulled partway off one shoulder exposing a nipple. The photo was a study in contrasts. The smile said "wholesome", the stockings said "naughty" and the rumpled negligee said "fuck me". How could any man be so lucky and still want more?

"I don't see any movie stars." She paused for a moment. "I don't understand why you get so excited taking these pictures. I look so average. Just a 40-something married woman with large breasts and glasses."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful. I still love to look at you - really look at you."

"And you can't do that when we make love?"

"No. I'm too busy - and I only get one angle. With the camera I can get any angle - and I can savor it as long as I want." I turned in my chair to face her. 

Her robe hung open. Her breasts were just at the level of my face. I snuggled between them and licked at her moist skin. She was still flushed from making love. I reached around her to caress her smooth ass cheeks.

"You have such a dirty mind. I suppose I like that in a man." She teased, "But what would the Coopers say if they saw us in those photos?"

"Don't bring the Coopers into it. They're a perfectly normal couple with perfectly normal wants and desires, so ..." and then I added with a smirk, " so they probably have a professional video studio - and they share their home made porn with friends." 

She raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly. "Unlikely story! But ..." She paused suggestively, with no hint that she was going to finish the sentence.

"But what?" I encouraged her. "What do you know about the Coopers that you don't want me to know?"

"It's nothing I know for sure. It was just something that she suggested."

"And what was that?" I asked. 

I was starting to get both annoyed at her coyness and excited by her teasing. She really knew how to get to me– but at least she never left me unsatisfied once she had me aroused.

"You know how they invited us to their house tomorrow afternoon for a barbecue. Well, Rebecca came over this morning to make plans and we got to talking about all sorts of things. I don't know how it came up, but I told her about the green party dress that you got me for our last photo session. She said I should bring it over – and that I might just get the chance to wear it."

"You told her about that dress?" I stammered incredulously. "That dress pushes your breasts up without covering your nipples! You're begging any man within reach to fondle you." 

I added, "Not that I'd mind seeing Alan's reaction."

"I bet you'd also like to see Becky in the dress, wouldn't you?"

"OK. I admit it. I'm a male and I'm alive. What else do I have to plead to?"

She smiled coyly at me and then hit the key to advance to the next picture.

"Did you show her any of our "special" photos?" I asked with increasing curiosity.

"About the time I finished describing the dress (and your reaction to it), I'll admit that I was starting to get a little wet down there ..." She hesitated.

"And..."

"And then the doorbell rang, so we never got to finish."

"Is that why you were so hot this afternoon? You imagined Alan and Rebecca watching you make love to me in that dress."

"No. I imagined Becky in my dress lowering herself onto that pole of yours, while Alan and I watched."  She watched my cock twitch involuntarily at the suggestion. Her boldness had taken me by surprise. She looked proud of herself. She had gotten me fully aroused again even after I had already shot a load or two.

"You'd really like to do that. I mean, wouldn't you be jealous or embarrassed or ... or, something?" I stammered.

"Would you?" She smiled coyly at me once again. Was she making fun of my overactive libido or was she really considering sharing sex with our good friends?

She wasn't going to give me the answer at that moment. She causally turned to the screen. "I like this one the best." she said, changing the subject.

She let her robe fall off her shoulders and sat on my lap. From the screen, our images smiled back at us. In the picture, she was on her hands and knees looking toward the camera with her face flushed and contorted by the intense pleasures of orgasm. I was behind her with my hands gripped around her waist. There was just enough space between us to see a couple inches of my cock as it slid into her.

"Nice legs," I said.

"You're not looking at my legs," she snapped in feigned reproach.

"Nice wet cunt!" I corrected.

"Nice hard cock!" she replied.

We laughed. I slide my hand between her thighs. She opened up to let my fingers feel her wetness. Some of the juice we had just made together came dribbling out on my bare thigh. She pulled my fingers out of her wet pussy and guided my turgid cock back in. It felt so comfortable to be inside her while looking at ourselves making love.

(the next afternoon)

The carefully planned and much anticipated barbecue at the Coopers had not gone well. We had just finished the appetizers when a sudden rain squall turned the picnic on their deck into a hurried scramble for shelter. Then the sliding door to the patio got jammed. By the time we got inside with our stuff, we were all soaking wet. Rebecca found robes for us to wear and collected our wet cloths to put in the dryer. It would be at least a half hour before any of our cloths could be worn again, so we all settled in the living room to warm up with hot coffee. Though Rebecca and Alan had other dry cloths in their house, they too had put on robes.

Rebecca had taken the other overstuffed chair opposite mine. Her blond hair hung limply on her shoulders after the rain. Her long thin figure was graceful under a blue silk robe.

My wife, Jocelyn, sat in the center of the couch. Her "robe" looked like no more than the top half of a set of silk pajamas. She crossed her legs and absentmindedly tugged at the hem of her robe in a series of unsuccessful attempts to cover more of her thighs.

Alan brought in the coffee and sat it on a low table in front of Jocelyn. She held her robe together over her thighs with one hand as she leaned forward to pick up one of the cups. The rest of us took the remaining three cups from the tray. The dark hot coffee spiked with Kahlua chased away the chill of the rain.

Alan turned to me. "I'm afraid we've botched the picnic. Do you want me to pick a movie to watch instead?" 

"Let me!" I volunteered.

Alan glanced over at his wife. He had a vaguely frustrated look, like I had unwittingly disturbed their plans, but he graciously accepted my offer. Then he turned and sat next to my wife on the narrow couch. She shifted a bit away from him as he sat down. His robe was no longer than hers, but he was not as self-conscious with just his essentials being covered. 

"What would you like to watch?" I asked, as I got up and walked over to the shelves by their wide screen HDTV. The Coopers were in love with electronics and always had the best of everything.

"How about a musical? I'm in the mood for something light," my wife suggested.

"They do have a good selection." I paused, taking in the racks of DVDs stacked in neat categories. My eye caught on a particularly exciting little corner of the cabinet.

"I was going to suggest My Fair Lady, but I see that they have one of your favorites ...My Bare Lady," I laughed and looked right at my wife.

Jocelyn looked younger than her 42 years when she blushed. Her laugh was almost a giggle. I was glad she hadn't gotten ticked off at me for embarrassing her in front of our friends.

Rebecca laughed with me. "I thought that we'd put those away more carefully - but My Bare Lady is one of my favorites, too. I like classic porn. They always look like they really enjoy having sex."

Jocelyn shifted nervously. "It does have more of an appealing plot and attractive characters than most of that type ... but the singing is worse than my husband in the shower."

"Would you like to see it again? They've remastered the VHS tape to DVD. Maybe the sound quality is better." Alan asked.

"I don't know," Jocelyn replied quickly. "I've probably said more than I should already."

"Not at all," Rebecca leaned forward as she spoke. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed among friends to admit watching what we all do, you know, have sex." She put the emphasis on "have sex." And then she continued, "and we all want to do more of it, don't we?"

Jocelyn warmed with Rebecca's reassurance. "You're right. Or at least you agree with Greg. I think my husband secretly wants to direct a porn movie – and he wants me to be his star actress, if you can call that acting." She looked over at me, perhaps hoping that I would be a little uncomfortable. I was. My pasted-on grin must have looked a little self-conscious.

Rebecca continued talking directly to Jocelyn, "Have you ever made a video of yourself making love?"

Jocelyn fidgeted with her robe again. "We've taken digital photos. Greg is more excited by the idea of making movies than I am, but I'll admit the idea is interesting."

"Would you like to see one of our home movies? Alan and I enjoy having sex on film." Rebecca asked.

I kept silent, while watching my wife's reaction with excited anticipation.

Jocelyn turned to Alan. "Do you like other men watching your wife make love?" Her question was bolder than I expected.

Alan's answer was calm and sincere. "Yes. Doesn't your husband like other men to watch you?"

Jocelyn squirmed a little and laughed nervously. "I just assumed that Greg had hornier fantasies than most. So its true that men can get turned on by the fantasy of their women being attractive to other men."

Rebecca picked up the conversation. "It doesn't have to be a fantasy and its not just men. Women like to watch, too. I like to see Alan have sex with other women, so long as he brings the heat back to share with me. That's the gift of swinging in a stable relationship."

Jocelyn shifted nervously and protested. "But why should it be necessary to go outside of a loving relationship?"

Rebecca continued. "Of course, it's not necessary. It's just fun. For example, I'm getting excited right now by how intently Alan has been looking at your thighs ... and how many times you've pulled on your robe to try to cover them. You do have lovely thighs, you know."

Jocelyn uncrossed and crossed her legs self-consciously. In that instant, her robe fell open briefly over the soft bush of her pubic hair.

"... and a beautiful mound of pubic hair." Rebecca quickly added.

Jocelyn's next reaction was critical. Would she be offended and demand to go home - or would she warm to the situation. My fantasies were soon fulfilled.

She looked down into her lap for a moment, then she gently lifted one corner of the robe and exposed her generous triangle of pubic hair again. "It is nice, isn't it?" She spoke to me now. "Are you excited by Alan looking at me?"

"Yes," I replied. "and I'd be even more excited if you let him touch you. Would you like that?"

A barely audible "Yes" was all Jocelyn said, and then she bit her lip nervously.

Alan moved over on the couch next to Jocelyn. She kept her legs together, but let him put his hand on her knee and run his palm up the smooth surface of her bare thigh. She inhaled sharply as he ran his fingers through her pubic hair. He undid the remaining buttons that held her robe together. She leaned forward slightly to let him slip it off and expose the full length of her naked body. 

Jocelyn looked intently at me and then at her friend for our reactions. Becky had already thrown off her robe and had a finger deep inside her pussy as she watched my wife and her husband. Encouraged by Becky's exhibitionism, I was gently tugging on my cock as precum oozed out the tip. Jocelyn watched Becky and I masturbate for what seemed like a very long minute, then she threw her head back over the top of the sofa and spread her knees wide apart.

Jocelyn was already highly aroused. Although her pussy had yet to be touched, her labia were engorged and pink. A trickle of fluid seeped out of her vagina. Alan's fingers ran up the wet crease and rubbed her protruding clitoris before he slipped a finger inside her. He kissed her on the neck as his swollen cock touched her bare leg. She took his shaft in her hand and gently stroked it.

"That feels nice," Jocelyn said to no one in particular. Then, looking right at me, she asked, "Do you really like watching me as much as you thought you would?"

"Yes. You're the most sensuous woman in the world right now." My voice must have quivered with excitement. 

Jocelyn watched me stroking my cock harder as I watched my friend press a second finger into her pussy. She held his hand still so that she could speak again without trembling, but made no effort to remove his fingers.

"That's sweet of you to say, because I am just about ready to fulfill all of your fantasies and most of mine. Do you still think I'm photogenic?" Jocelyn asked. 

"Yes! You cannot believe how much I'd like to get a picture of you now." I answered in an obvious state of arousal.

"I'd be glad to lend a video camera - and my husband." Rebecca volunteered.

"I'd like that." Jocelyn replied simply.

Alan's assent to her plan was a long wet kiss on my wife's slightly parted lips.

(in their bedroom)

Their bedroom was uniquely suited to the purpose at hand. A king size bed thrust out into the center of a large room with a vaulted ceiling. Four solid oak posts supported a large canopy above the bed. Rich satin sheets were chosen to complement warm flesh tones. From any angle in the room, the occupants of the bed were visible in a large mirror hanging on the wall above the head of the bed.

Rebecca dragged studio lights and reflectors from the closet. She adjusted the position of each light until the angle was to her liking. I set up one camera on a tripod. A hand held video camera was available for close-ups.

Jocelyn glanced furtively into the mirror. She had crossed her legs again and had begun to look a little tense with each delay. Alan relaxed beside her. He brushed his leg up against her and casually laid his hand on her breast. She looked at him and smiled.

"You'll like this," he said. "But you can stop it anytime you're uncomfortable."

"I know," she replied while rolling over to face him. "I'm just a bit nervous. I'll be OK as soon as get a little taste of this." As she spoke, she took his cock in her hand and smiled coyly.

He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard and pulled away until the nipple snapped out of his mouth with an audible pop. She laughed and snapped his cock like a driver jumping off a spring board. His gently teasing had released her tension. She lay back with her legs apart and gently fingered herself.

Rebecca had finished with the lights. She flicked on the videocam and signaled to the naked couple on the bed. "You're on - Take One."

Jocelyn looked at the camera for an instant and then looked at me. Her expression spoke volumes. The nervous excitement of a first experience was obvious in her expression. Her desire to be sexually fulfilled by Alan was equally apparent. I was touched by her need for my approval even in such a state of arousal. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the importance of our relationship to each other. Any lingering apprehensions I had about what was about to happen were lifted from me. I nodded my encouragement as if to say that this was for both of us but she got to go first. I expected to have fun. But whatever happened, we would still be a couple in the morning.

Alan let my wife make the first move. She traced her fingers lightly over his body to let the tension build.  When her fingers reached his lips, he sucked on each finger in turn before she offered him a nipple. She pressed his face into her chest and smothered him with her breasts. He came up for air and Jocelyn gave him a full kiss on the mouth. When they finally separated, she licked his slightly parted lips and he sucked her tongue back into his mouth. 

The nudge of her body as she leaned forward rolled Alan onto his back. Jocelyn draped her ample breasts over his chest and slid them down his body until the tip of his penis poked from between her cleavage. She wet the tip of his erection with her tongue, then took the smooth pink head into her mouth. He grinned with pleasure. She held onto the base of his cock as she worked her way into a better position to swallow more of it. Her hands massaged the sensitive shaft and played with his balls gently. Her cheeks bulged as she worked her tongue around the organ that she was trying to swallow.

By now Jocelyn was facing his feet in a full 69 position with her soft bush of pubic hair just above his face. Her pussy glistened pink with arousal. I got behind her and focused my camera in close. Alan reached up with his tongue and touched her. She let go of his cock and sat upright. Her womanhood pressed down on his face. He lapped his tongue along her wet crease. She moaned appreciatively and moved her pelvis in small circles on top of him.

From my vantage point, I could see him working his tongue into her pussy and then sucking the folds of her labia until they were fully engorged and deep red. Alan grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart giving me a clear view of her little pink ass hole. When she was really, really turned on, she would forget to push me away when I touched her there. I knew my wife was turned on now, because I could see Alan's tongue work its way down from her pussy until it lapped into the little depression. My wife let out a muffled groan and the tight little muscles around the opening quivered in the ecstasy of her excitement. Jocelyn looked over her shoulder at me with an expression of pure lust. She watched the camera recording Alan's tongue as it explored the most private of her erogenous zones. She was too aroused to care – or so aroused that the act of being watched enhanced her excitement. 

Alan pushed up on Jocelyn thighs and slipped his head out from underneath her. His chin was shiny with her wetness. He picked up one of the robes and wiped his face. 

I brushed against Jocelyn's arm as she changed positions. She took my hand and squeezed it quickly before letting go. We exchanged a glance acknowledging that something fundamental had changed in our relationship. She had loved for me to lick the tender patch of skin between her vagina and her anus, but she could never actually ask me to do it – and usually pretended that it never happened after it was over. Now we could watch it on film again and again, if we wanted. It was hard to explain, but I had the feeling that sharing our most intimate pleasures with others was making it easier for us to be intimate with ourselves.

Rebecca knelt on the bed beside Jocelyn while setting her in position for the next scene.  "I want a little in and out action now. You kneel here facing my camera. Put your elbows on the bed. That puts your butt way up in the air." Rebecca looked at the results of her directing. "Nice curves," she said as felt the well exercised muscle of my wife's ass.

"Alan you get behind her and do what comes naturally. Greg, I want you behind both of them getting some more close-ups."


Photogenic



(C) 2007 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me through the link below - it makes writing these worthwhile.



Kelly pressed a button on the remote control. The carousel slide projector clicked and whirred as it spun around, dropping the next slide into position. Her modestly furnished lounge was lit solely by the projector, particles of dust floating in the air illuminated in the light's path.

Evie squeezed her hand gently as she took in the sight of another of her creations. The photo showed two women. One had brown eyes and brown hair, and was dressed in an elegant dress. The other woman was slightly smaller, and had curly hair. She was wearing a sheer body stocking, over the top of which she was wearing a steel chastity belt with attached thigh cuffs keeping her legs close together. Her breasts were similarly encased in a gleaming metal bra, two shining hemispheres clinging to her chest and reflecting the room around her. A metal collar was locked around her neck, with various symmetrical chains running down her body between the devices.

"I wish I looked that attractive," whispered Evie.

Kelly turned to face her guest, studying her long, curly hair, her beauty spots and most of all those deep brown eyes she had found herself getting lost in when they'd met at a munch the previous weekend. Her cute, feminine appearance gave no hint that she was even a lesbian, let alone a submissive bondage fanatic. Kelly knew all too well that looks could be deceiving, but Evie's naive facade was enticing.

"You're kidding me, right?" No matter how many exquisite young women Kelly slept with, their innocence still amazed her, if innocence was the right word for it. Sure, most were like Evie in that they practically begged her to practice her art on them, tying them up and then teasing them into a frenzy. An unsettling amount of them had a certain naivete about them, though, like they thought everyone else was better than them. Like they couldn't measure up to some consensually agreed upon standards that the world had. Kelly shook her head playfully in disbelief. It was just a lack of experience, was all, and _that's_ what she could help them with, one beautiful young woman at a time.

"Don't pretend you can even _compare_ me to her," insisted Evie.

"Oh, I can and I will," disagreed Kelly. "So will you, in time. But first, do you want to have some fun?" She slid open the chest of drawers beside her couch and pulled out a muzzle gag. Evie's eyes lit up at the sight of the restraint dangling from Kelly's hand in front of her. "Here, put this on," she suggested, handing it to her.

"Right now?" asked Evie, her voice uncertain.

"Right now." Kelly smiled at her reassuringly as she knelt in front of the chest of drawers, rummaging through its other contents. "Oh, and you'll need to strip, too. You're a size eight, right?"

Evie nodded as she turned the gag around in her hands, working out which way up it was and where everything went. She fumbled with it excitedly, letting the familiar slippery texture of tasteless rubber fill her mouth once more as she fastened all its buckles around her head, making the straps cling tightly to her soft skin.

Kelly smiled at her for a second, savouring the sight of her prominent cheekbones and bright eyes. Something about those deep brown eyes seemed to be begging her, hinting at a deep, unfulfilled longing. She pictured the luscious, full lips now hidden beneath the smooth layer of thick fabric, prised apart by the rubber invading her mouth.

Evie unzipped her calf tie wedge boots and placed them on the soft carpeted floor next to the sofa before unzipping her mini dress. She slid it off and folded it up next to her boots. She took off her tights, cursing herself for not having the confidence to wear stockings, and placed them neatly on the pile, followed by her plain black bra and knickers.

"Here, try this on," suggested Kelly as she threw a black spandex leotard at her. It landed softly on her head, filling her nostrils with the aroma of potpourri. She obediently slid it on and started to zip it up, struggling to fasten the zip all the way up her back.

"Let me help," said Kelly as she walked behind Evie. She carefully straightened the fabric at the back of the leotard before zipping it fully shut, then walked in front of Evie, stepping back to admire the result. For a second she paused to take in the breathtaking sight of Evie wearing nothing but a smooth muzzle gag and skintight clothing. The leotard gripped her body, accentuating the beautiful curves of her waist while emphasising her smooth thighs and ample cleavage with its revealing shape. She grinned at her guest. "Perfect."

Kelly grabbed a leash and a handful of padlocks. She locked the muzzle gag in place first, then locked the D-ring sticking out of Evie's gag to the leash, letting the handle fall to the floor with a thud. Lastly, she took out something Evie hadn't seen before. It consisted of two metal bars welded together in a rigid X shape, with a locking cuff at each of its four corners. Kelly quickly locked it into place around Evie's wrists and ankles, forcing her to lie down on her side, her back arched slightly.

"Comfortable?" Kelly grinned down at her captive audience. Evie nodded enthusiastically, looking up at her with those big brown eyes. "Good." Taking Evie's leash in one hand, and holding the remote control in the other, Kelly continued with her slideshow.

The next photo showed the dominant woman sitting down on Kelly's sofa, still fully dressed, while the submissive woman went down on her. The domme seemed completely unphased by the other woman eating her out, as if she was carrying on a conversation as she held her head in place.

"They were great fun," reminisced Kelly wistfully. "Megan, the one in the dress, made her slave eat her out while I used up two whole rolls of film capturing the act. Annie or Amy or something, I think her name was. Then she made her eat me out after that, though I don't have any photos of that. The weird thing is that we got into a conversation about going down on women, and she told me matter-of-factly that she was straight. Apparently having a pet slavegirl and making her lick you out every other night doesn't count as lesbianism for some women." Kelly shook her head again. "Still, her slave was pretty good at what she did. I guess she got a lot of practice."

Kelly looked down at her latest beautiful conquest. "Aroused yet?" Evie nodded, gazing up into her with longing eyes. "Do you want my permission to have an orgasm?" Another enthusiastic nod.

"Don't go anywhere," teased Kelly as she rolled the projector's screen back into the ceiling. She turned the lights back on, letting Evie squint in the brightness, unable to shield her eyes. She fetched her camera and tripod and started to casually set them up.

Evie let out a half-hearted protest, a small whine that was easily muffled by her muzzle gag as she squirmed around on the carpet.

"Don't worry, you'll get your orgasm soon enough." Kelly fastened the camera to the tripod and set up the studio flash kit - a large, reflective umbrella. "I'm sure you won't mind me taking a few photos of you having it, of course, for posterity."

Evie's squirming became more frantic as she struggled to break free from the X-bar, but it was futile. The rattling of her leash only served to remind her of her place, as Kelly's worthless fuck toy. She moaned again, a more convincing protest, but Kelly ignored her.

"There," said Kelly at last. "All set up."

Evie looked up at Kelly with large, pleading eyes as she let out a stream of muffled protests. It was no use. Everything she did, every contortion and every grunt, only aroused Kelly even more. She wasn't going to let her go until she'd completed another photoshoot. Grinning down at her helpless captive, she grabbed her camera's remote control and started taking pictures.

"That's perfect," encouraged Kelly. "Your eyes are beautiful, you look so helpless and frustrated." Evie continued to grunt loudly as she writhed around on the carpet, her leash rattling along the floor beside her. "Would you like me to stop taking pictures of you now and just give you that orgasm I promised you?"

Evie nodded again, moaning loudly.

"Well tough." Kelly walked up to her. "You have to earn it first. Once I've taken a few more pictures, then I might give you what you want so much." She knelt down and gently brushed her hand along Evie's smooth cheek, savouring the power she had over her captive.

After taking several more photos of her guest squirming around, still genuinely trying to free herself from her restraints as far as she could tell, Kelly finally decided she'd earned her reward. She sat down on the couch and took her shoes and socks off, leaving them next to Evie's clothes.

Kelly walked back up to Evie and gripped her leash once more, leading her into the position she wanted her in. "Come on, my little bondage slut," she cooed. "I'll give you your reward right now if you just get in shot properly behind me."

Evie looked up at the camera hesitantly.

"It's up to you if you want it or not," said Kelly as if she didn't mind one way or the other. After only a brief pause, Evie obediently wriggled into position. "Good girl, come on," encouraged Kelly as she tugged on her leash.

Once she was sure the camera had a clear shot over her shoulder, looking down at her helpless captive, Kelly made good on her promise. She stuck her foot out.

Evie just stared up at her, her pleading eyes showing her confusion.

"Go on, then," said Kelly sternly. "I'm not going to hold this position forever." She gently lowered her foot onto Evie's groin, laughing as her naive young guest's facial expression turned from confusion to disgust. Evidently, she felt insulted that she would only be allowed to achieve her orgasm via dry humping Kelly's foot - as if a cheap fuck toy deserved any better. The look on her face as she realised what was happening was priceless. Kelly took a few more photos to capture the beauty of the moment.

If it wasn't for Evie's otherwise innocent appearance, Kelly would have sworn that the quick, muffled exclamation she shouted next was a blunt insult.

"Fine, don't get a reward, then," said Kelly indifferently. She put her foot back down on the soft carpet, dropped the leash with a gentle chink and a thud, and walked back towards the camera, adjusting its position slightly.

The next few moans seemed much more co-operative. She was pleading again.

"Do you want your treat or not?" asked Kelly, running out of patience.

Very meekly, Evie nodded.

"Good girl," soothed Kelly as she walked back over to Evie and picked her leash back up. She pressed her foot against Evie's groin again, this time rubbing it slowly but firmly.

Evie gasped, closing her eyes, then moaned appreciatively as she pushed her crotch as hard against Kelly's foot as she could manage.

"That's it," continued Kelly in her patronising, smooth tone of voice. "Good girl." She took a few more photos, brief flashes of light filling the room. "Keep going," she added as she lifted her foot up a few centimetres.

With Kelly's foot hovering motionlessly above her groin, Evie worked hard to shuffle down towards her and lift her crotch as high as she could, only barely reaching it. She struggled to try and build the steady rhythm back up, but it was no use. She couldn't lift her groin up for long enough and trying to rub herself against Kelly's foot was starting to wear her out.

"Aww, you look frustrated," observed Kelly.

Evie let out a loud noise that almost turned into sobbing.

"Would you like a hand?" suggested Kelly. Evie nodded vigorously. "Wait right here," said Kelly as she put down the leash again and went back to the chest of drawers.

Evie could make out the clanging of various restraints and devices being shuffled back and forth, pressed against each other. After what seemed like minutes, Kelly finally closed the drawer again and made her way back into view. Evie's eyes widened in fear when she saw the paddle in her hand.

"Don't worry," reassured Kelly, hitting the palm of her own hand with the paddle for emphasis. She took another picture before picking Evie's leash back up, grinning. "I'll be gentle."

Holding Evie's leash taut, Kelly knelt down in front of her and started to very gently tap Evie's groin with the paddle, hitting the soft fabric stretched tightly over her labia and mons venus. Enough of the taps were directly above Evie's clit for her to close her eyes again and moan in approval, and Kelly took the opportunity to take a few more photos.

Taking great care not to actually hurt her, Kelly started to hit Evie slightly harder with the paddle, administering stroke after stroke as she savoured her look of total pleasure. Evie seemed to be oblivious to the camera at last, her inhibitions finally taking a back seat to her base desires. She was starting to forget her pride and simply enjoy herself, becoming the mindless fuck toy Kelly wanted her to be. Her moans grew more and more intense until suddenly she writhed around, thrusting her hips uncontrollably. As Kelly put down the paddle, Evie sighed in satisfaction, lying down on the carpet, relaxed and worn out.

"Better?" asked Kelly. Evie moaned contentedly, her eyes closed and her body limp. Kelly knelt over her, caressing her cheek once more as she gazed down at her captured beauty. Reluctantly, she fetched the keys to the padlocks.

Next Friday evening, Kelly looked out of her front door's peephole to see Evie standing there, right on time. "Step back a bit, please," she commanded through the door. Evie looked around nervously before stepping away from Kelly's door, giving her a better view of herself. She was wearing another mini dress, this one pleated.

Kelly put the latch on and opened the door ajar. "Are you wearing stockings this time?" she asked her returning guest.

Evie glanced around again. As she stared down at the floor, her reply was barely more than a whisper. "Yes."

"Show me," demanded Kelly.

Evie briefly paused as she weighed up her options, then glanced down the otherwise empty corridor again. She lifted up the bottom of her pleated mini dress to give Kelly a glimpse of her garter belt and matching lace briefs.

"OK." Kelly closed the door. After a brief pause, she opened it again, a smile creeping across her face as she ushered her new toy back inside her flat. It seemed almost a shame to inevitably discard her one day like the other women she'd played with - she appeared to be so nervous and innocent, not that those traits stopped her from obeying even Kelly's most humiliating orders.

"I know what you came back for," said Kelly. "Take your boots off and get down on your knees."

Evie didn't waste any time hesitating. She unzipped her boots, placed them out of the way, and dropped to her knees, making an effort to keep her back straight and look as self-respecting as was possible under the circumstances.

Kelly rummaged around in the familiar chest of drawers, bringing out two wrist-to-ankle cuffs which she quickly locked in place, forcing Evie to keep her arms behind her.

The other item to emerge from Kelly's stash was a simple roll of household duct tape. Evie swallowed hard as she wondered how painful it would be if it were peeled off her skin. To her surprise, however, Kelly didn't peel off any tape. She just left the reel lying next to her boots on the floor.

Kelly pulled the familiar screen back down, turned off the lights, and fired up the projector. "Let's see what else I can show you."

Evie took in the breathtaking sight of one beautiful submissive woman after another, each one bound and proudly displaying herself for Kelly in her lounge, often right where she was kneeling.

Suddenly Evie felt a tugging at her groin. She looked down to see Kelly's hands creeping out from under her dress, stretching her briefs taut. "What are you doing?" she asked, giggling.

"Face the screen," demanded Kelly sternly, ignoring her question.

Evie obediently looked back up at the looming image of the spandex clad woman on the screen. The tugging continued, then there were two metallic snipping sounds and her briefs stopped pulling at her. She fought the urge to look down again, instead trying to focus on the helpless woman in the photo.

Kelly walked in front of Evie, then squatted down in front of her. With one swift motion, she lifted up her dress again and pulled off her briefs, turning them inside out and wrapping them up into a little ball. She placed them under her nose, inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes for a second. "My, you _are_ a wet little bondage slut," she declared, a big grin on her face. "Open," she ordered.

It took a second for Evie to understand the request. She opened her mouth, and before she had time to raise an objection, Kelly stuffed her underwear inside her, quickly wrapping a generous measure of duct tape around her head to ensure it stayed in place. Kelly cut the tape with her teeth and rubbed the end of Evie's makeshift gag firmly against her mouth, making sure no part of it would even slightly begin to come loose. "There," she declared, "much better. Conversation never was your forte, dear." She patted Evie on the head.

Evie moaned in mock disapproval, getting into the role of the helpless victim of Kelly's desires.

Kelly walked back around, behind Evie again. This time, Evie could hear the click of a plastic tube followed by a squidgy noise like someone placing toothpaste on a brush. She tried to turn around, but she couldn't see what was Kelly was doing.

"Face the screen," demanded Kelly again. "And spread your legs further apart, like a good little slut."

Awkwardly, Evie swayed from side to side as she shuffled her legs apart. She looked back up at the image of one of the other submissive women and felt herself getting even more wet, knowing she'd let herself be used by Kelly in exactly the same way. Suddenly, she let out a surprised gasp. A well lubricated finger, then two, suddenly slid into her dripping wet pussy. She couldn't help herself as she tried to look back at Kelly.

"Turn around and look at the screen, or I'll unzip your cute little dress and put nipple clamps on you," insisted Kelly.

Evie turned around quickly, facing forwards and looking up again. She'd never been into the pain aspect of BDSM the way she enjoyed being tied, and the threat worked well on her.

"Just enjoy the show, my cheap little fuck toy," suggested Kelly. As the projector clicked and whirred again, the image was replaced with another one, this time depicting a woman covered head-to-toe in a spandex Zentai catsuit with an opening over her mouth, which was prised open with a ring gag. She wore a black denim straitjacket and knee-high lace-up black boots over the top of the catsuit.

"_She_ was fun," recalled Kelly. "I forget her name. Obedient little slut who brought her own clothes and restraints. There's nothing quite like the pleasure of having a gaping mouth waiting at your beck and call. I ended up using the same leash on her that I used on you, only with a collar. That way I led her around the place even though she couldn't see where she was going. Come to think of it, I could have invited Shannon around and made her service her. She's one of my domme friends. This pathetic creature probably wouldn't even have noticed it wasn't me." Kelly sighed wistfully. "Damn, I never thought of that until now."

Evie whimpered, the undignified fingerfucking she was receiving from behind almost sending her over the edge. She wasn't that experienced yet, and being treated like a pet animal rather than an equal lover was still enough to arouse her just as much as the physical sensation of being fingered.




Photogenic



"Don't come yet," ordered Kelly. "You have to ask for my permission. Can you do that, can you hold it in?"

Evie's uncertain moans suggested she'd try but had little or no experience in trying to delay her orgasms. Kelly decided to speed up her slideshow. "Hold it in, just a little longer," she said, quickly making her way through half a dozen pictures of other submissive women in various vulnerable poses. "I hadn't counted on you being so easy." Seemingly endless photos of bound women followed one another on the screen as Kelly sped up the slideshow. "Here we go," she said finally.

Evie stared up at the picture. She couldn't believe what she was looking up at: a practically life-sized photo of herself, leash extending all the way from her muzzle gag to Kelly's hand, and a foot placed unceremoniously on her groin. In context, she somehow looked better than she'd imagined she would. The leotard clung tightly around her body, showing off her curves, while her pleading eyes looked up at Kelly with a genuine look of both fear and disgust.

"There you are, my little fuck toy," declared Kelly. "See what an adorable little bondage slut you are? You make such a good pet. Look at how obedient and well-trained you are. I showed some of these photos to Shannon yesterday, and she said she wanted to use you next. You'll go down a treat with my friends, trust me."

Evie tried to shout in protest, but Kelly sped up her fingers' rhythm, taking away the little opportunity Evie had to ignore how much she was enjoying being penetrated in such a humiliating position. Only a faint whimper escaped her. She whimpered again and again, building up to stronger moans before she finally made a noise that sounded like a question, a request.

"Yes, you may come, my cheap little pet." Kelly fucked her harder, her fingers penetrating her deeper and deeper. Within seconds, Evie was shaking violently. Kelly dropped the projector's remote control and grabbed Evie's waist with one hand, still fucking her with the other. She didn't let her escape the motion of her fingers for even a second as she writhed around with pleasure.

Once Evie's writhing finally stopped, Kelly withdrew her fingers, holding them in front of Evie's face. "There," she said. "Smell what a cheap little fuck toy you are."

Evie obediently smelled the gooey mess of liquids that clung to Kelly's fingers, only barely managing to keep from falling over in an exhausted heap.

"Was it OK for you, my little pet?" asked Kelly.

Evie nodded vigorously, letting out a contented sigh.

"Good." Kelly smiled. "Don't get too comfortable resting, you're going to have to do a lot tonight to return the favour. I'm not as easy as you are, you eager little slut."

Evie had assumed the session would end when she climaxed, but she nodded obediently. She was turned on by the idea of servicing dommes even more than she was by satisfying her own physical needs, although she'd never been made to service anyone after having her own post orgasmic chill before. She hoped it would still be as fun to do even if she wasn't in subspace as she was doing it. Who was she kidding? It would probably send her back to subspace anyway. She hoped Kelly would think she was good enough to deserve another orgasm of her own afterwards.

"Anyway, I think I proved my point," said Kelly finally. "I _can_ compare you to those other women, and you shape up quite well in the comparison."

Evie smiled. She wanted to hug Kelly, although she didn't want to risk being disobedient by trying to wriggle her way up to her. Hugging was impossible in the wrist-to-ankle cuffs anyway.

"Now let me get myself a coffee and I'll see about putting you in a much more photogenic position," said Kelly. "Don't go anywhere."

Evie wouldn't have gone anywhere even if she could have. She was exactly where she wanted to be. As she carefully let herself fall onto her side, she grinned contentedly from ear to ear. 



Photogenic



Alyson looked at her watch. Damn 4:30 she thought, I am never going to get a photo today. She dashed into the camera shop praying there was someone there who could do a passport photo.

"Hi," she smiled brightly at the young girl behind the counter. "Is it too late in the day to get a passport photo done? I'm in a bit of a jam."

"Oh, yes. No problem. We are here for another half hour. Only takes five minutes."

She led Alyson around the counter to the processing lab at the back of the shop. 

"Shane, this lady needs a passport photo done."

A voice answered from behind a wall.

"Yeah, sure. Let me set up the camera. There's a mirror there if you want to fix your hair."

Pulling a brush out of her purse Alyson tamed her flame-red mane, and, took a second to powder her nose. "Minimal make up," the form had said. Fine by her.

"Ready?"

Alyson turned around and came face to face with a man who was easily the most beautiful she had ever laid eyes on. He stood maybe 5'9" or 5'10" but his presence filled the space. He had broad shoulders and a swimmer build. His skin was the colour of coffee with good cream. He kept his head shaven and wore a neat goatee, but it was his eyes that mesmerized her. They were a luminous brown, the exact colour of cognac, serious but with a hint of mischief. 

"By far his best feature," she thought

"I am. Where would you like me?" Alyson turned around.

"In my bed." was Shane's immediate thought, but no show of emotion betrayed him. He appraised her quickly. She was a beautiful girl. Long red hair flowed down her back. Her eyes were that impossible shade that hovered between blue and green depending on her mood. Her lips were full and inviting as she smiled at him. She stood 5'4" and though she was heavier than the average woman, she carried it well, with curves in all the right places - ample hips, round breasts, and an ass that could make a man lose his religion.

"See the X on the floor?" Shane pointed. "Stand there, back straight, look right into the lens, and no smiling, please."

Alyson looked seriously into the lens and waited for the flash. There was none.

"Bugger."

"Is there a problem?" Alyson asked.

"My flash died," Shane sighed. "I'm afraid I don't have a replacement here, either. I won't be able to take your picture today."

"That is a bugger. I needed that for tomorrow morning." Alyson ran her hand through her hair. "Do you have any idea where I could get one done, at this hour?"

"Well... if you can wait until we close at five, I have another passport camera at my studio a couple of blocks away. I could do it for you there." He slid a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her. "The address is there."

She thought about it for a minute and realized she didn't have much choice. "Are you sure? That sounds like a lot of trouble for you."

"Oh, no trouble. I was going there, anyway. Go get yourself a coffee and I will meet you there."

Alyson got into her car, drove the couple of blocks over and parked outside the building. Not long after five, she spotted Shane approaching the building. She opened her car door and got out. 

"Oh, hey. You showed up," he smiled. "C'mon in."

Alyson followed Shane inside. It was a plain room but the photos on the wall were magnificent. "Your work?" Alyson asked.

"Yep. Best advertisement for a studio, right? I'll just be a second." Shane disappeared through another door. He returned quickly with another passport camera in hand.

"Right through here, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Shane smiled up at her, as he fiddled with the camera.

"Oh, err, Alyson, And you are Shane." Alyson held up the business card.

"Clever girl. Okay, if you could stand over there, this will just take a few minutes."

Alyson stood in front of the blank wall as Shane positioned the camera. 

"And we're good. It takes about two minutes to process."

"Thank you so much. You don't know how much I appreciate this. What do I owe you?"

"Not a thing. It was my fault the flash wasn't replaced. Consider it an act of kindness." Shane smiled.

"No, really, you don't have to do that. I can pay. Please." Alyson opened her purse.

"No, no. It was my pleasure. Really. But, um ...oh, never mind."

"What?"

"Well, I had an ulterior motive for asking you here."Shane seen the questioning look Alyson gave him and laughed. "No, no, I'm not weird, but I am working on a portfolio. I need a few more shots. You'd be perfect."

"Me? Oh, no. I don't think ...I'm not really what you'd consider photogenic," Alyson blushed as she spoke. Shane cut her off.

"Perfect. That's what I said. Game?" he flashed another smile, almost a challenge.

Alyson looked at that smile and thought "What the hell." She had her passport photo, and nothing else to do tonight.

"Game."

Taking her arm he led her through the door from which he'd come with the passport camera. Alyson looked around mildly shocked. The outer waiting room gave no hint as to the room beyond. 

There were four different sets, if that's what you could call them, arranged with what appeared to be themes. One was a French bordello scene like something out of Moulin Rouge. Another was what appeared to be school lockers. One was an old fashioned claw foot tub and all the trappings for a leisurely bath. The other was some kind of gothic dungeon scene. Alyson looked at Shane with a cocked eyebrow.

"Just what kind of photo shoot had you planned here? You said you weren't weird."

"Oh, no." Shane waved his hand. "This is my cash cow. You wouldn't believe what wives will pay for a calendar for hubby's 50th birthday. It pays well enough for me to help keep the camera shop afloat and pursue my own interests. Let me get set up" 

Alyson relaxed. She watched as Shane readied his camera and equipment. He went to the stereo on the wall and slipped in a CD. Classical music floated out.

"Chopin? Nice touch." 

"Photography is all about mood. I'm setting the mood." Alyson walked around the room as Shane continued to prep. He placed a bench in front of a screen. "Okay. Up you go"

"I'm not exactly prepared for a photo shoot to be honest. I mean what I am wearing isn't exactly glamorous. Plain skirt, plain blouse." Alyson bit her lip, her old shyness creeping up on her.

"Nonsense, Alyson. You look lovely. It's all head and shoulder shots. You okay with that? You'd really be helping me out. Besides," he grinned, "you owe me."

Alyson took a deep breath. Nothing like spontaneity. "Let's do it."

Shane came over to position her just so on the bench. "Back straight, shoulders back," he said, walking backwards away from her, "Tilt your head, no, like that. Okay. Hold that." He started clicking away. 

"So tell me about your cash cow. Women really come here for these boudoir calendars?" Alyson was intrigued.

"Oh yeah... you should see them, they LOVE it. The thought of exposing their naughty sides- although I assure you everything I do is tasteful- it gets them all excited. They tip quite well," Shane chuckled.

"So how does it work? How do you do it?" Curiosity was killing the cat.

"Turn your head; look over my shoulder... good. Oh, we make appointments; find out what kind of calendar she'd like to make for her husband. I've got four sets; you can use one or all four. There's a room full of costumes all shapes and sizes, although we do stipulate you provide your own fetish wear. Okay, now look down... and be serious for this one... think of something sad."

Fetish wear? Look sad? How the hell was she supposed to do that? She started to giggle. 

"I'm sorry. Now you have me picturing 50 year old women in PVC gear with whips and handcuffs. How can anyone be serious after that?"

Shane laughed. "Yeah, well, 50 is the new 40. Some of these women are hot... and some are not. A customer is a customer though."

"Do you have gift certificates?" Alyson giggled again "Maybe I will get one for my Mom"

Shane put the camera down. "Although, I'm sure your Mum is lovely, I think I'd much rather see you in a costume." Clearly another challenge was being issued.

"Oh yeah? My choice?" Alyson issued a challenge of her own.

"Absolutely. You want to have a look?"

Alyson slid off the stool. "Show me the way."

Shane led her to the wardrobe room. He was right; the place was full of costumes in all shapes and sizes to fit his scenes. "Any requests?" Alyson smiled.

"Surprise me." Shane walked out closing the door.

Alyson strolled through the room glancing over the fabrics. Everything was organized, clean and well labeled. Alyson fingered a tartan skirt. 

"Hmmm," she thought, "this could be interesting. She found a short tartan skirt in her size easily enough, as well as a matching blazer. She kept on her own blouse and stockings. Her own sensible shoes suited the uniform to a "T". 

Reaching for her purse Alyson extracted her brush and a hair elastic. She found her glasses and put those on as well. Voila! Instant school girl. She looked at herself in the mirror. "What am I getting myself into," she thought with a naughty smile.

Alyson opened the door and walked back into the room. Shane turned around, and his jaw dropped. "That's not what I expected."

"What? You expected me to sashay out in a feather boa & corset singing 'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?'"

"Cheeky."

"I know." Alyson walked over to the locker set. "Okay, tell me what to do"

Shane retrieved the camera again. "Smile for me school girl"

Alyson smiled, and the camera snapped away. There were actual books in the locker, so she took them out and pretended to be pouring over them studiously. She dropped a book and bent over provocatively to pick it up. She eyed Shane over the edge of her glasses. 

"It's warm in here." She took off her blazer. 

"Mmmm. Okay, be a little more daring for me. Why don't you unbutton a couple of those buttons? Maybe you've been called to the dean's office and you are in trouble. Maybe you have to get yourself out of trouble, the best way you know how."

Alyson suddenly felt self-conscious again. "Uh... I don't know." She blushed a little.

Shane put down the camera. He walked over to where she was standing. "Do you even realize how gorgeous you are?"

"Um, I don't even know you, and I don't know what I am doing here. Perhaps I should just leave." 

"Perhaps, but we both know you want to stay." Shane reached out and pulled her into him. Taking her face in his hands he traced her bottom lip with his thumb and tugged it down. He leaned into Alyson and kissed her, softly at first, gauging her reaction. She didn't pull away. He kissed her again, more thoroughly, sliding his tongue over hers tasting, teasing drawing back out, breaking the kiss and looking at her.

"Shall I stop, Alyson?"

Alyson let out a shuddering sigh. It had been a long time since she reacted like this to a man. "Please go on." 

Pulling her into his embrace he began kissing her with more passion. Alyson arched into him, aching to be touched. He trailed kisses down her neck and gently nibbled the delicate skin there. She moaned, and her breath caught in her throat. 

"Please don't stop."

Shane leaned back and began unbuttoning her blouse. He trailed kisses down her chest as he deftly reached around and unclasped her bra. He pushed off the blouse and the bra and let them drop to the floor. Taking her hand he led her to the bed in the bordello scene. He laid her down on the bed and admired her for a few moments. 

Her breasts were milky white as was the rest of her exposed skin. Her nipples were a rosy tan colour pert and begging to be sucked. He obliged by leaning over and suckling one of her breasts while he massaged the other with his hand. A low moan escaped Alyson's lips and she arched up into Shane again.

"Harder," she whispered. "Please!"

Shane tugged at the nipple in his mouth with his teeth while he pinched the other between his forefinger and thumb. His cock was beginning to throb. Pulling her up onto her knees, he slid his hands down her waist and over her buttocks squeezing them massaging the roughness of the tweed skirt against her skin. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper and pushed it down over her hips. He saw then that she was wearing gartered stockings and no panties, and his cock throbbed for with more intensity than before, and he ached to have her. As the skirt fell away, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. He alternated the painful digs with gentle caresses. Alyson leaned into him, letting her breasts rub against his chest. Her erect nipples gliding over his skin was exquisite torture, for both of them. Shane muffled a moan into her neck, and bit the delicate skin where her neck curved into her shoulder.

He ran his hands over her buttocks and gently spread her cheeks, sliding his finger down the length of her seeing how wet she was. Alyson whimpered a little, and dragged her nails down the length of his back. Shane shivered.

"You, sir, have far too much clothing on." Standing at the foot of the bed, Shane allowed Alyson to undress him completely. Alyson pushed his shirt over his head, and threw it onto the floor. Her shaking hand eventually succeeded at tugging his belt loose. She slid off the bed and onto her knees in front on him. She kissed her way down to his rock-hard cock. 

Looking up at him she asked "Can I suck your cock Shane... please?" 

He wrapped his hand in her hair and guided her head over the length of his throbbing shaft. Like a good girl, she didn't stop until the whole shaft was in her throat up to his balls. He pulled her head back and drew out his cock. Taking it in his hand, he pressed it against her cheek and lightly slapped her with it. 

She smiled playfully and stuck her tongue out to flick the head with it. Once again he pushed his cock into her mouth. She moaned around it. 

Looking up at him she begged, "Please fuck my mouth Shane." He groaned, and it was all he could do not to cum right then. He gritted his teeth and held back. Slowly, he fucked her mouth as her eager tongue danced over his cock.

"I want to see if you are ready for me? May I?" he asked. "Yes... please," she replied simply.

He laid her on the bed again and spread her legs, then. He began to explore her wet pussy. She was so wet that the insides of her thighs were slick with her own juices. Shane drew a finger up the length of her and pressed it into her mouth.

Alyson eagerly sucked her own wetness off his finger. He rubbed her swollen clit with one hand as he delved one finger, and then two inside her. She was very tight; he was pleased to feel the walls of her pussy contract around his finger. His cock strained, but he needed to hear her say what she wanted next. He needed her to want it as much as he did.

"Alyson, what do you want me to do next?"

"Oh, Shane, I want you to fuck me... I want you to fuck my ass... please fuck my ass," Alyson begged with a sob in her voice.

"Such a bad girl, I may need to punish you."

Shane turned her over on all fours, pulling her towards him. He spread more of her wetness over her ass and slowly inserted his finger to relax her. With his other hand, he caressed her and lightly spanked her. Soon she was relaxed enough to accept the head of his cock. Slowly, slowly, he pressed the tip of his rigid cock into Alyson's waiting ass. He groaned loudly and she arched her back into him. He slid his cock carefully all the way up to his balls into her ass. She cried out and moaned. 

As he gently fucked her ass, he massaged her throbbing clit. She cried out again and begged him to rub her clit faster. 

"Oh God I want to cum!"Alyson hissed, between clenched teeth.

He obliged her, knowing that, like most women, this would only make her want more. He pulled out of her ass and continued to rub her clit as she crested and came all over his hand.

"What a bad little girl you are," Shane chuckled. "What shall we do next?"

"Please, Shane, I need you to fuck my pussy. Hard. Please," Her eyes pleaded with him. 

He rolled her onto her back putting a pillow her ass for better support. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, and entered her pussy. Lifting her legs and pushing them back towards her chest he began fucking her slowly, deeply filling her hot, tight, pussy with his throbbing cock. 

They groaned in sync. Alyson clenched her keigal muscles during each downward stroke Shane made, and he could feel her grip his cock. It was more than her could bear. He grasped her hips and began to slam his cock into her showing no mercy.

"OH GOD YES! Shane FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Alyson screamed. "I'M GOING TO CUM!"

Shane slammed his cock deep into Alyson's pussy as her whole body arched, contracted, and pulled him into her. He groaned, and suddenly his hot cum was gushing into her. He continued to fuck her as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. 

"You are such a naughty girl. A naughty, naughty girl," Shane murmured into her ear.

"Ah, but I am your naughty girl." She kissed him thoroughly. "What shall I make us for supper?"

Wrapping his arms more securely around her, Shane looked at the woman in bed next to him. Alyson was his lover, his wife. Her antics overwhelmed him, sometimes, but it only made him love her more.

Shane whispered, "Let me just hold you ... we'll discuss supper later, love"



Photogenic Barry



My wife and I have been married for three years. While we were dating we use to discuss our fantasies and our past experiences. Mine favorite fantasy has always been photographing my partner with a Blackman. Hers was to sleep with a woman. Then when she told me that she had really sucked off a black dick when she was in high school I got real excited. I ask her if she would do a black man for me while I watched and took photos and she always turned me down flat.

We ended up married after two years of dating and we have one child. Every time I would bring this up to her during our sex session she would always get so excited and it would make her come, she too would talk about how big Drew's cock was and that would always send me over the edge. But when I brought it up too her away from the bedroom it would almost start a fight so I just let it remain a fantasy.

I work for company that sends me to seminars every few months. Sometimes Missy goes with me if we can get her mom to watch our young one. Well, on the last trip Missy decided to come along. We checked into the hotel and I went off to the seminar to get my education. Missy stayed behind in the hotel and waited for me to get back from the local collage. I told Missy she should enjoy the pool while I was gone and told her I would be back around 5:00.

I got back to the hotel room around 5:20 but Missy was nowhere to be found. I went down to the pool to look for her but she was not there either. I went back to the room to see if I miss a note that she had left but found nothing. I decided I would check the front desk for messages. I passed the hotel bar on the way to the front desk so I decided to take look inside for her. She was in there at the bar and from the looks of her she was getting quite drunk. This was highly unusual for her; she has never so much as took a sip of alcohol since I have known her. She was still in her bikini and had the towel wrapped around her bottom half. She was talking to a black man that was on the tall side. He was leaning over while talking and he did not hide the fact that he was looking inside her bikini top to see what she could see.

I walked up to her. "I finally found you, I was getting worried."

"I am a big girl and I can take care of myself," She slurred.

The Blackman excused himself and left us alone to discuss what was going on. I grabbed Missy and we walked towards our room.

"What were you two talking about and how long were you talking." I asked

"I thought you always wanted to see me with a Blackman. Are you getting jealous?" she retorted.

I had to admit I was feeling a little pain in my stomach but at the same time I had a hard on and Missy didn't miss that. She went down on knees and sucked me off. I fucked her before we went to dinner and she told me all about how she wanted to fuck Barry, the Blackman from the bar. I came so quickly it was unreal. I was totally into it and I believe Missy was to because at dinner she was still talking about it.

After about the 3rd day there Missy told me that she had saw Barry by the pool again and they were talking again. She told me that Barry had asked if I got upset about the other night at the bar. Missy told him a little but that I ended up fucking her thinking about them two fucking each other. She told me that must have mad him a little braver because he pulled his dick out under the water and had her fill it. She said the thing was huge, almost twice as big as mine. The biggest she had ever felt. She was telling me that she could not resist the temptation of this big massive dick and that she suggested that they go to her room, as I wouldn't be back until 5:00 or so.

Once in our room she sucked him and had him cum in her mouth, (That made me jealous as she never does that for me) and then he fucked her. She told him not to come in her because she wasn't using birth control so he pulled out and ended up coming all over my pillow. She told me that he had just left about 30 minutes before I arrived. I could see the pillow was still wet. Missy could see that I had a huge hard on again.

"I knew you wasn't going to be mad." she said as she remove her towel that she was wearing from the shower she had just taking.

She spread out on the bed and I saw her pussy was still gapping open. That must have been one huge dick I thought. We fuck, showered and went to dinner. There at the restaurant Missy had choosing was Barry. Barry came over and shook my hand.

"I hear you would like to watch a Blackman screwing your wife." He said.

"I would like to photograph it also." I said.

I can't do that as I am married and can't risk it, but I will let you watch." Barry said

"Missy, if you are comfortable with it, I say lets do it." I said

She replied "You may not be comfortable with it after it is all said and done, but I want him again and I am sure you will too, when we are done."

I really didn't know what she meant by that but I was to excited to think about much. Barry ate dinner with us then we were off to the hotel. Barry had to go to his room to check for messages and call his wife if she had left a message. About 20 minutes later he knocked on the door.

Missy was in the bathroom freshening up. I made Barry a drink and had him to sit down. Missy came out wearing a completely see through white nightgown. You could see her hard nipples and brown areolas through the gown easily. Her fine blond pussy hair was just visible also. She went to her pocket book and got the digital camera. She told Barry that she wanted to take a picture of him fully clothed so she could remember him after this was all said and done.

After Missy had taken a few shots of Barry she put the camera down on the desk and went over to Barry and started to massage his manhood. I was curious as to how big he actually was. Missy unzipped his shorts and pulled him by his penis over to the bed. She sat on the bed and started to suck him. I was just starring at his huge dick, Man that thing was pushing 11 inches and seem to be as big around as Missy's wrist. I was totally amazed. Barry then removed his dick from her mouth and told her to get on the bed. He then moved down to Missy's pussy and started licking her clit. Missy shaves the bottom half of her pussy and Barry was lapping it good. I had the hardest hard on of my life and I was getting real uncomfortable down there so I remove all my clothes. Barry never looked up; he was just concentrating on pleasing Missy. Missy started to come just after I had got my clothes off. I was a little jealous, as I always had to work really hard to get Missy off that way.

Missy then got up off the bed and had Barry lay back. Missy then straddled him. She was up on her feet playing with his massive dick. I moved around behind her so I could watch this big black monster enter her. She rested the tip at the opening and then turns to look straight into my eyes as she squatted down on him. She moaned loudly. Barry trusted up to meet her hips. I couldn't believe she took it all in one stroke. She then started riding it. She got real vocal.

"This is the best and biggest dick I have ever fuck. Mmmmmm. I love black cock. You like to see me take black cock don't you? I am going to cum so good, again." She said

Missy had always gotten vocal while in bed with me and it always sent me over the edge. This time was no exception either. I came right then and there and didn't even touch myself. Missy didn't miss it either. She reached over for my dick and started to suck and lick the remaining cum from me. She had never tasted my cum before so I thought this was a real treat.

Barry then rolled her over onto her back and started to pound away at my wife's blond pussy. He was fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before. He started to get vocal between strokes.

"You like"

"Black dick"

"Don't you"

"Slut"

Then he started telling her to tell him how much she loved black dick and how good he was. She was loving it. She had yet another orgasm then.

"I cuming you black fucker!! Mmmm! Ugh! Oh Yes. You are by far the best I ever had and want your cock in me at all times!!!" She exclaimed

All this talking got me hard again and it must have had some effect on Barry as he started to cum. My little young wife held him in her and had him come inside her. He didn't have a rubber or anything.

"Fill me up with cum, Oh I want your seed in me. Yes, It is so hot!!!" she screamed.

"Not in her!!!!" I said

It was way to late, he had filled her up. I was a little worried but Missy said that she didn't care she wanted him cum in her from beginning. I just let that incident go and got down between her legs after Barry had moved. Her pussy was wide open. I could see the cum inside her. I scooped some of it out with my fingers and fed to my well-fucked wife. The cum was running out of her and down the crack of her ass. I really wanted a picture of this so I grabbed the camera and took a few shots while Barry was the bathroom.

Barry soon came out of the bathroom, so I put the camera away. The strange thing about Barry was that his dick was still hard. It had lost a little of the erectness but for the most part his length was still there. Missy pulled him over on the bed and started kissing him. She whispered something in his ear and he was all smiles. She then got up on all fours and he positioned himself behind her. He was going to try and stick that black pole in her ass and she had apparently asked him to do so. I had to get a picture of that. He shoved his dick in a little at a time. After about a dozen strokes he was all the in. Missy couldn't say anything, as she was almost breathless. Barry gently started sawing in and out of her tight asshole. I took a few pictures. I got some real good ones to. Barry shouted "No!! I will kick your ass!" I put the camera down.

Barry pulled out of her ass and demanded that I give him the film. I told him that there wasn't any film. I didn't let him know that I could erase it. He took the camera and searched for the film. He couldn't find it. Missy told him that we wouldn't miss use the photos. He was still quite mad. The funny thing was he never truly lost his hard on the entire time.

Missy then said she had an idea. She told him that she could take a picture of me sucking his dick. He thought about it for a while and then agreed that we would never get the film developed (Apparently he still thought we had to get the photo's developed.) if I was photographed eating his cum from Missy and even sucking his dick. Everyone was in agreement but me, but what could I do.

Missy was lying on the bed with her legs spread. He roughly told to eat his cum from her pussy. I did as I was told humbly. At first I didn't much like it, but it wasn't that bad as most of the juice was hers. Then Barry started clicking away. He really enjoyed getting to see the photo in the camera screen after it was taking. Then I felt a pair of hands on my now hard dick.

"You like eating my cum don't you? He said.

"Eat us you basterd," demanded my wife. "Lick me clean."

My wife know had the camera and was clicking away. She got a real nice shot of the white goo all over my face. Barry was still behind me playing with my dick. Then I couldn't believe what happen next. Barry was rubbing my but. He stuck his thumb in it. I was in total shock. My wife sled away from my face. She got up and was taking pictures of that. Man I was in a whirlwind. I didn't know what to think. I did know that my dick was still hard so I just let things go.

"I would suggest you suck my dick and get it real wet." Stated Barry.

He moved around and put his dick in front of my face. My wife was taking pictures the whole time this was going on. There was no way I could get my mouth around the damn thing. I didn't know what to do but when he tapped the dick up against my lips I just automatically opened my mouth. I suck him the best I could. Missy was telling me to look at her. She was taking pictures and playing with her gapping pussy at the same time. Missy then went around to my ass and started spitting on it.

"Trust me I know, your going to hurt so good." She said

"Come on Barry, go ahead and fuck him, I believe he wants it." Missy cooed.

Barry then moved around and placed his dick at my asshole. I could feel Missy hands guiding it into me. It felt like it was going to split me open. Then the head finally pop though. I felt a little better. I looked back and saw Missy kissing him and stoking his dick. Then Missy slapped him on the ass and said. "Make him love it like me." Then Barry started to really slam it into me. It was really painful at first but I really started to get into it. Missy was cheering him on and taking pictures and I was stroking my own dick. I came before Barry and Missy scooped it up and feed it to me. Missy then got down behind Barry and started to lick his balls and asshole. Barry finally came in my ass. I was so glad too as I was getting pretty damn raw. When Barry pulled out, my asshole remained open. I felt sort of empty with out it there.

Barry again went to the bathroom and Missy climbed up on me to cuddle. She told me that this was the best and wildest night that she has ever experienced and she hoped we could do it again. When Barry left for his room he told Missy that he would see her tomorrow. I may fill you in on that at another time.



Photogenic Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Party

On the drive home from our first swinging experience, I worried that my wife and I would never be able to have "regular" sex again. Would every experience have to top the one before? That would sure put the pressure on being creative. 

I needn't have worried. 

Both my wife and I had sex with others before we met each other. That's normal! Why pretend otherwise. So did I worry when we first met that her previous boyfriend was a gorgeous stud who had gotten her jeans down on their first date? No, I wasn't worried. 

Well, so maybe I was a little worried at the time. But it turned out that it didn't matter then - so why should it matter now. I could get this woman who barely raised her voice at a football game to have screaming orgasms in bed. I just couldn't get any on our first date. Neither one of us would have been as comfortable with sex after we finally got together if we hadn't been taught a few good moves before we met. The real puzzling question was why we had waited so long to go back for advanced lessons from our more experienced friends. 

Nothing may be as exciting as the memory of our first time in bed together, but our first experience with swinging came close. That first week we were so constantly aroused that we dispensed with our usual foreplay almost entirely. We slept in the nude. What was the point of putting anything on if we went to sleep every night spooned together with my limp cock nestled against her sticky pussy? I couldn't crawl out of bed in the morning without sliding between her legs for a few more strokes. If she got home from work first, she would greet me in the entryway with her skirt off and I'd take her bent over the couch in the living room. We couldn't live this way for long – and we didn't.

By the first weekend after the "experience" (as we began to call it), we had settled into a more sustainable lifestyle that allowed us to take time to smell the roses so to speak. Roses, of course, were not what really turned me on. A woman's sexual anatomy from her pubis to her anus is richly endowed with multiple glands that only release their secretions with sexual arousal. The smell and taste of a woman freshly washed and sexually aroused is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. After the "experience" with Rebecca and Alan, Jocelyn found my attentions erotically stimulating rather than mildly perverted. Instead of squirming uncomfortably, she welcomed my tongue as it left its familiar home in her well licked pussy and explored the nearby territory more thoroughly.

We began to talk more openly about our fantasies for ourselves and for each other. During the month that we were waiting for the party that the Coopers were arranging, we learned all that we could from our first experience with swinging. Our relationship with each other was still secure and loving – maybe more so. We still had a wide range of interests outside of sex that we continued to share with each other. We were no longer preoccupied with sex, but we were ready to share new sexual experiences with each other.

Rebecca described the party as a film festival of very special home movies. The other 2 couples (besides the Coopers and us) had been at the parties before and were comfortable with the setting. We were the newcomers and our arrival was welcomed with much anticipation – especially after the Coopers had shown the film that they had made with us to the other prospective party goers. We, in turn, had gotten a Special Edition DVD of our soon to be intimate friends.

I was told that these arrangements avoided the disappointment of being turned down. It was understood that any couple who was uncomfortable with any other couple should simply not attend. This was just fine with us. Neither my wife nor I were very skilled in the art of seduction. But even I could seduce a willing woman who I had already seen suck off two cocks when I knew that she had watched me pumping my cock into the hostess of the party. 

As the date of the party grew closer, I began to have reservations that were as unexpected as they were unwelcome. I had previously been mildly frustrated with my wife's inhibitions when I had wanted to experiment sexually. Now I was unnerved by her newly acquired self-confidence. This woman, who a month ago had been reluctant to let an old friend put his hand on her bare thigh, now told me how excited she was by the prospect of having two men she had just met make love to her at the same time.

I didn't want to spoil a good time so I said nothing. I was saved by the familiarity of a good marriage. A gesture or a slight change in expression can mean more to your spouse after a dozen years of marriage than a night of soul searching dialogue can convey on those first few dates. She could read me and she did.

"I know what you're thinking." She said to me on the drive over to the Cooper's.

"You do, do you?"

"Yes, I do. You're afraid I'll have more fun."

Her tone was not accusing, though she knew I would disagreed with what she said. I could have protested, but I kept my mouth shut. I waited for her to say more.

"When we dine at a fine restaurant, we order different entrees and eat different portions, but we both enjoy ourselves and are equally satisfied."

"So you're saying that with my sexual appetite I should order raw meat for hors d'oeuvres?"

"You're hopeless."

What a women my wife was! Some women build their man's confidence with lies like "No stud's ever fucked me like that." She could both reassure me and put a bulge in my pants with a bad analogy. 

And with that, we rolled into the Cooper's driveway behind the unlikely combination of a Honda Civic and a Ford F-150. 

The event started off conventionally enough with badminton on the back lawn in the soft light of the early evening. It was not what I expected of swingers, but I had no experience of what to expect. It turned out to be surprisingly good fun. We played with our spouses and then we switched partners as one or more of the players were called to tend to the barbeque or set up the tables. There was no rain this time. By late evening, we were all better acquainted with each other and quite comfortable to be at our first "lifestyle" party.

The tone of the party changed abruptly after the meal was finished and the tables cleared. We all filed through the party room and then the men went to one end of the house while the women went to the other. The two groups would meet later in the room where my wife had first spread her knees apart and opened up our relationship.

The seating in the party room was arranged around a large mattress in the center of the space. The couch where Alan and my wife had sat that night was pushed against one wall. Another couch and some cushions had been brought in to accommodate the group. Seductive music played quietly. Several TV screens had been placed around the room to play clips from the movies that each of the couples had contributed.

The men gathered in the guest room with its tiny shower while the women had the master bedroom with the walk-in shower and Jacuzzi. Each man showered quickly using plenty of soap. All appreciated and expected cleanliness in anticipation of the intimate activities to follow. Choice of clothing for the men was simple. Each man entered the party room naked. Alan reminded me at the last minute that naked included my watch. I would not need it.

Clothing varied for the women. Each woman wore something that she thought accentuated her best features. My wife's green party dress had the most fabric, but was still wildly provocative since it covered neither her nipples nor the full curve of her well rounded ass. Rebecca had worn the least of the four women – only a garter belt to accentuate her long slender legs.

As they entered the room, each woman greeted each man in turn until they had gone around the group getting squeezes and hugs and giving playful tugs and kisses. When my wife reached me, she pressed her lips up to my ear and whispered that she was truly enjoying herself - as if I couldn't tell. I gave her a playful pat on the rear as she moved on to the next man in line. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a glowing smile that evaporated the last of my apprehensions. How could I not enjoy myself with the assurance that this remarkable woman was coming home with me.

As the "new" woman in the group, my wife was given the center stage to start the evening. She could choose any partner or combination of partners that fulfilled her desires.

My wife played up the drama of the moment by slowly looking around the room until her eyes come to rest on Michael, the petite librarian's husband. With a simple nod of her head, she had him join her in the center of the circle. He was well built, but short. My wife was tall for a woman, but not unusually so. Yet, when he embraced my wife, she had to bend down slightly to meet his kiss. Judging from the obvious passion in their embrace, the difference in heights didn't seem to matter.

As I watched my wife push her tongue into this stranger's mouth, I marveled that the only emotions I felt were pride in my wife's sexuality and desire to see her fuck this short man with the mischievous sense of humor. I looked down the length of my naked body and saw a huge, stiff cock encircled by my fist. No clothes. No inhibitions. No jealousy. This was going to be a good night. If only I could keep from squirting my first load into the air until one of these nearly naked woman was kind enough to slip it into her pussy.

Finally the couple in the center of the circle broke out of their embrace. Michael dropped to his knees and pulled my wife's dress down to her waist. She leaned forward slightly to swing her breasts into his waiting mouth. He sucked first one and then the other nipple. When her nipples were pink and hard from his sucking, he seized the hem of her dress and pushed it up to her waist. His movements were smooth and confident. What was once a sexy dress of stretchy green spandex that almost covered her nipples and ass was now a crumpled belt of fabric that hid nothing. With all of her sexuality now on display, the short, naked man positioned my wife for his next move.

Jocelyn stood in the center of the mattress with a perplexed expression as he moved her feet unnaturally far apart so that her legs formed a wide-based triangle. I was expecting by now to see her penetrated by a huge cock while she waved her legs in the air and screamed. This wasn't what I expected. Michael looked at me and returned my curious stare with a teasing smile. "Patience cricket", he seemed to be saying. "Watch the master." 

Neither my wife nor I had figured out what he was going to do when he lay on his back with his feet between my wife's legs, but the others started to laugh. Then he raised himself up off his back with his arms and legs in a greatly relaxed variation of the limbo and started to crawl forward beneath my wife. We immediately cheered our encouragement. When his upturned face was passing under the "bar" of my wife's pussy, my wife's laughter turned to intense concentration as he probed her with his tongue. His performance was greeted by hoots and applause.

I marveled at his flexibility and his equipment. With his back arched upward, his cock was on prominent display for all the enthusiastic spectators. Compared to the other men in the room, his cock was extraordinarily short. Even with the foreskin hanging over the tip, he could not have been more than 3 to 4 inches.

He finally emerged from beneath Jocelyn's spread legs with a shiny nose and a big grin. We continued to cheer as he acknowledged our applause. When the applause had quieted, my wife was still grinning at Michael. Her back was now turned to him. Without changing her stance, she bent down until she could see him through her legs and beckoned him to come back through. When he hesitated, she reached her hands around her thighs and spread her ass cheeks apart to expose the bright pink flesh of her asshole. She grinned even more broadly as the audience responded with more hoots and jeering. Michael took the dare. Grabbing her ass cheeks from her, he planted a wet kiss in the middle and then started back under to the obvious pleasure of the crowd.

Jocelyn put an end to the fooling around when he emerged on the other side. She pulled him to his feet and then fell to her knees in front of him. She reached her hands between his legs and pulled his cock into her mouth. With his cock shoved into her mouth, her nose was nuzzled deep in his pubic hair. The only noise now was the slurping sounds that she made as she sucked on his tool.

The ingenuity of my wife's choice now dawned on me. She had told me of her fantasy to deep throat a man's cock, but she couldn't even say "ahh" in the doctor's office without choking on the tongue blade. To fulfill her oral fantasy, she had simply chosen a shorter cock to swallow – and it appeared to be working.

Michael was responding to my wife's attentions. He was holding her by her hair and thrusting into her mouth while she worked her tongue around his shaft. When he was reaching the height of arousal, she pulled away. As his cock passed over her lips, she tugged on the foreskin and revealed the bright red knob on his short pink shaft. He was freely leaking precum. A strand connected her lips and the tip of his cock as they separated. 

To his obvious disappointment, she stood up and embraced him while whispering something in his ear. He nodded in agreement and accepted his instructions unquestioningly. It was her fantasy and he was just one of the actors in it.

She turned to the other spectators, all of whom wished that they would now be chosen to fulfill her fantasy. She had been chatting a lot with Peter earlier in the evening when we were all still dressed. They had obviously hit it off well. He was chosen next and entered the center of the circle with an enthusiastic smile. Peter was as tall and heavy set as Michael was short and trim, but he had an enormous thick erection that was obviously destined to play a role in my wife's fantasy. 

Jocelyn positioned him on his back and lowered herself onto his waiting cock without hesitation. The whole evening had been foreplay. Now she needed to be fucked. His thick shaft spread open the engorged folds of her labia and pushed her swollen clitoris out for all to see. Sitting impaled on Peter's cock, she motioned for Michael to move closer so she could finish what she had started. 

Even with one cock deep inside her pussy and another in her hand, she was not satisfied. She asked Michael's wife to get behind her and think of something creative. Hannah, the petite librarian, took her position with obvious eagerness to demonstrate her ingenuity.

The final actor in my wife's fantasy was me. She turned to me with a seductive smile.

"I know you want to watch me so I'm going to make this easy for you. I want you to fuck Hannah from behind while I suck off her husband. Is that close enough to fulfill your fantasy?"

I was grateful for the opportunity. I was afraid that I was going to lose my first load before ever touching anyone but myself. Not that masturbation would be frowned upon at this party, but, with so many beautiful women, it seemed a waste to jerk off.

By the time I joined the foursome, Jocelyn had returned her attention to Michael, who had gone a little soft while she was surrounding herself with sex partners. Hannah had already positioned herself on her stomach between Peter's legs and was licking his balls while kneading the soft flesh of my wife's ass.

I crawled up over Hannah's back and kissed her bare shoulders and neck. Her body may have been delicate, but her sexual appetite was robust. As soon as she felt my body touch hers, she started to undulate beneath me, rubbing her back against my chest sensuously. I slide up her back until my cock nestled in the crack of her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. She squealed with delight and thrust back against me vigorously. 

I propped myself up on my outstretched arms to take my more substantial weight off her petite frame. In a sexually charged pile of writhing bodies, even the pressure of Peter's muscular legs against my outstretched arms was surprisingly erotic, contrasting sharply with the tactile sensations of Hannah's sheer stockings and Jocelyn's smooth flesh. 

With my cock free to shuttle along the crease of Hannah's ass, my head was level with the middle of my wife's back and only inches away from her. I could see the muscles in her back work as she alternately received the thrusts of Michael and Peter. Individual strands of hair were matted by sweat to her cheek, which periodically bulged outward from the pressure of Michael's cock. Sweat dribbled down her back, formed into a rivulet in the crack of her ass and then mixed with the froth coating Peter's shaft with each thrust. I had watched my own cock slide into her mouth and pussy many times before. Now I saw two other men's cocks doing together what I had so often done alone. 

I needed my cock in a pussy and sooner than now. Hannah wore a belt simply for decoration since she had on neither a skirt to be held up nor a blouse to be tucked in. I grabbed the belt with one hand and lifted her off the mattress. She held onto Peter's cock tenaciously and gave one last long lick up the shaft to where it was buried between my wife's engorged labia. When Hannah finally let go, we fell backward together as I lost my balance.

Her need was as urgent as mine. We moved quickly to satisfy our mutual desires. She rolled onto her back beside Peter and swung her legs up in the air over my shoulders. I positioned myself above her sex. The folds of tissue spreading out from her pussy were long and delicate like the petals of a flower. She looked too small for the huge rough shaft that I held over her, but I pushed the lips of her pussy apart with the head of my cock and thrust the shaft in until I could feel the firmness of her pubic bone against mine. She let out a huge gasp of air and arched her back to rub the head of my cock against a pleasure spot never reached by her husband.

Jocelyn's face was now only inches away, but she didn't see me. Her eyes were open but glassy. Her mind was in its own world of sexual fulfillment. Michael had grabbed her long auburn hair and was holding her against him. Her lips touched the dense patch of his pubic hair where the root of his shaft entered her mouth. He was no longer thrusting. His testicles were pulled up deep inside him. Hannah and I stopped just long enough to watch our spouses at the edge of orgasm. Michael's body convulsed as he exploded inside my wife's mouth. As she swallowed each load, Jocelyn's body also began to shudder. Only a single glob of cum escaped her lips and hung suspended from her chin. She had mastered deep-throating. She was having her first orgasm while giving head.

My attentions were not on my wife for long. Hannah's nails dug into my back and pulled me hard against her. Her breasts were barely teacups suspended from her chest when she was on her hands and knees. Now on her back, her breasts were barely saucers. With the intensity of our fucking, her nipples slide around the saucers like ice cubes on a hot griddle. 

In another setting, I would have thought this petite librarian pleasant but not particularly sexy. I thought I was attracted to women like my wife with broad shoulders and large breasts. Neil Young was right. Love the one you're with. And right now I couldn't get enough of the thin silky legs on my shoulders, the tiny little nipples bouncing around her chest or the once gentle voice now screaming to give her a rough fucking. What carried me over the top was the expression on my wife's face as she touched my arm.




Photogenic Ch. 02



Jocelyn looked more exhausted than I have ever seen her after having sex. But there she lay on her back with her knees spread apart and drawn up to her shoulders inviting Peter to take her. My wife was not petite, but she appeared small and frail with the weight of Peter's massive body pressing her down and his huge cock thrusting into her. Her whole body shook with the force of his thrusts. She neither returned his thrusts nor tried to avoid them. She lay there willingly submitting to the lust of this huge man. Her face was contorted like she was in agony, but I knew better. I felt Hannah's petite frame under me and wanted to fuck her with the same unrestrained force that Peter was bringing down on my wife. 

Hannah had wanted this. They had both wanted this. And Peter and I gave them what they wanted. We thrust into these two woman pinned under us with all the bulk and power of testosterone fueled muscles. We thrust with the urgency of lust aroused by sheer patterned stockings and delicate lace negligees. We thrust to see breasts bounce uncontrollably. Mostly we thrust harder because the animal smells and guttural moans of these two women had unlocked a primal force in us that would only be released with the intense orgasms that now shook all four of us and flowed through us to the rest of the group.

Peter filled my wife with his cum and then withdrew to spray even more cum over the full length of her writhing body. I followed Peter as I first came inside of Hannah's pussy and then pulled out to shoot a load on her cheek. She grabbed my cock and directed the pulsing spray into her open mouth then over her neck and breasts. I dribbled the final drops of cum from my softening shaft into her little bush of pubic hair. She massaged her breasts with cum as her body continued to shake with the last spasms of her orgasm. Her labia were swollen and red with a drizzle of cum leaking from the dark hole where I had stretched her open. Her expression slowly changed from the grimace of an animal in heat to the gentle smile of the petite librarian. I smothered her sticky mouth with kisses before collapsing beside her in exhaustion. 

Several minutes seemed to pass quietly as we each collected the energy to move again. We lay entwined in a pile of naked, sweaty bodies. Peter got up first, which left me sandwiched between two women with whom I had shared the most intimate of experiences. 

But all good things eventually come to an end. The three remaining spouses could not have held out much longer. It was only fair to yield the mattress and let them be the center of attention. We moved off to the couches around the periphery of the room and prepared ourselves to watch.

I wrapped my arms around my wife and leaned back into the cushions. Her body was still sticky with cum. I could taste Michael in her kiss. Temporarily satiated after our turn in the center of the circle, we watched quietly as our submitted film clip came up on one of the screens. Jocelyn snuggled up against my chest as the screen filled with a scene of her bringing Alan to a climax.

"You were right." She said, looking up at me as I continued to watch the screen.

"Right about what?"

"I am photogenic." Her tone of voice was confident. 

As if on cue, her face filled the screen with a radiant smile as the camera slowly panned out to show her holding the two limp cocks that had just splattered her face and chest with cum.

"Yes, you are." I answered calmly and then kissed her gently.

We lay back and watched as Becky knelt on the mattress in front of us and pushed back against her female partner's strap-on dildo while her husband dribbled lubricant on her asshole. The stirring between my legs told me that the evening was not over yet. 

*

If this story inspired you to make love to your spouse – or, better yet, inspired you to watch your spouse make love to a friend – then send me a note. Anonymous comments equally appreciated.



Photogenic



I protested weakly, "Won't that put me in your camera's angle?"

"You've already been on camera, but that's the point," she said. "Tomorrow night she'll want to see you in the scene watching her. She may have been a reluctant exhibitionist before, but she's one hot video virgin now."

To emphasize her point, Rebecca ran two fingers along the crease of my wife's ass and then effortlessly slipped them into Jocelyn's exposed pussy. Jocelyn moaned and clutched a knot of sheets in each fist. She had made love to other men before we married, but she had never been sexually touched by a woman. It was obvious that she liked the attention.

"See. She's hot." Rebecca casually wiped her sticky fingers across her bare breasts. "Come on Alan. Make her happy."

Alan positioned himself behind my wife and slide his cock into where Rebecca's fingers had just been. His cock was not thick, but it was exceptionally long. Jocelyn somehow found room as more and more of it disappeared inside of her. She pushed back against him as his balls finally slapped up against her. He was all the way in. They both were still for a moment. Alan then began to move rhythmically in and out with long slow strokes.

I moved off to one side to get another angle. I was close enough to see the sweat form on Alan's balls. He gripped her waist to match the rhythm of her motions to fit his. Jocelyn braced herself against his increasingly vigorous thrusts. Her breasts swayed beneath her each time their bodies slapped together. Her back was turning a dusky red.

I looked over to Rebecca. She leaned over the tripod camera with her full attention on the filming. I felt her lens on me as I recorded close-ups of our spouse's genitals locked in lovemaking. My skin prickled with the sensation of simultaneously watching and being watched. A steady trickle of cum oozed out of my cock.

Jocelyn's soft, sweet "Oh Yes, Yes!" had been replaced by a loud, guttural pleading of "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" She threw her head from side to side. Her clenched fists beat on the mattress uncontrollably. Her elbows dug further into the sheets to hold the weight of his body bearing down on her. She sucked in great gulps of air and let out only strangled cries now. Her veins stood out on her neck. Her whole body flushed. The spasms of her orgasm shook both of them. The hard muscles of her upturned butt glistened with sweat as she clamped down on the cock that was still thrust deep inside of her.

With one last spasm, she lurched forward and sprawled her full length on the bed. Her muscles relaxed as she lay there flushed and moaning quietly. Alan had ridden her down to the mattress with his cock still buried inside her. She was sexually spent, but offered no protest as Alan continued to thrust into her wet cunt from behind. He rode up over her back with each thrust. His cock curved at extreme angles to stay inside her. His scrotum pulled his balls tightly inside of him. At last he began pumping his juice out in great spasms. He grunted loudly with each squirt. She let out one more carnal scream of ecstasy.  As he lay on her back, his erection softened and slide out inch by inch. With one last shudder, her vagina pushed out his limp penis. He rolled off to one side while she rolled over on her back. I moved in close to film her in the afterglow of sex.

She smiled at me sheepishly. Sweat plastered a strand of hair across her face. Blotches of red and white mottled her chest where the smooth dark flush of orgasm had begun to fade. Her legs sprawled open. A frothy mixture of male cum and female arousal slide out in streams from the dark, open mouth of her well stretched vagina. She was gorgeous. She was the fulfillment of all my sexual fantasies, but she was real flesh - and she was beckoning for me to come to her.

My camera hummed as I panned over the full length of her body. As I moved in closer to focus on her cum-matted pubic hair, I could feel an orgasm building inside of me. This wasn't the time to cum. I laid the camera down quickly and grabbed my penis. A firm squeeze could usually delay a premature ejaculation, but this one refused to wait. I let go as I leaned over my wife.

The next contraction arced a load of cum through the air and splattered over her breasts, cheeks and hair. I pushed her legs up over my shoulders as I moved into position to stuff my cock inside of her. Another load shot out and splattered over the soft mound of her pubic hair. By the third contraction, I had managed to thrust my cock inside her. Her juices came squirting out around my erection as I thrusted and came again. It took only a few more spasms before I had completely emptied my load. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her neck. 

"So I believe you now," she said. "You really must get excited watching me."

"More than I realized apparently. I was going to save that for a little later."

"You have more where that came from. You always have. And this time I get to hold the camera." As she said this, she reached over and gave my limp penis a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe we should take a swim first." Rebecca suggested. "A moonlit shinny dip would do us all good. Let's just not lock ourselves out this time."

I looked over at Rebecca as she was speaking. She was naked behind the camera. The tripod accentuated the long lines of her figure. I imagined her legs locked behind my back and the feel of her tiny breasts flattened out on my chest as she pulled me into her. The swim would be nice, but I could hardly wait for the next scene in our first movie.

"No!" Jocelyn said firmly. The tone of her voice commanded our attention. Everyone stopped and looked at her.

"No." She said, more softly now. "Alan, Becky. You two know that you're a loving couple with a swinging lifestyle. All I know is that I can surprise myself. Yesterday I would have told you I could never make love to a man other than my husband. Now look at me. Becky, I've had your husband's cock in my mouth, his tongue on my asshole and now I've got the cum of two men dribbling down my leg!"

She hesitated. In that instant of hesitation, I felt a pang of fear. What if she had begun to feel remorse? Was it all over now? I had to say something reassuring to her.

" and you've never looked better!" I blurted out, and flashed a stupid grin. Becky and Alan laughed.

She smiled at me weakly. "Yes. You're right. If I ever needed reassurance that a slightly overweight, middle age woman with oversized breasts could get two guys off, then those doubts were certainly laid to rest tonight."

For emphasis, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together while striking an exaggeratedly sexual pose. We all laughed at her parody. I lay back on the bed and relaxed while she continued to speak.

"So I've proved that I like new cock in my pussy once in awhile. I want more out of this relationship than that. Rebecca, if I get hot watching you make love to my husband, then I'm a loving wife in a committed relationship that just happens to swing. I don't know how I'll feel in the morning, but I think I can live with that."

Becky jumped up and gave my wife a hug. They were both naked, but the hug was not sexual so much as the reaffirmation of a deep friendship.

"I am so happy for you, Jocelyn." Becky spoke directly to my wife. "There is no way I was going to let your husband leave until I got a taste of his cock – and I know you'll enjoy watching every bit as much as I'll enjoy doing it."

Becky continued to speak, "You're such a good friend, but I was afraid you'd run away if you ever suspected that Alan and I were swingers. When you showed me the photos of you and Greg making love, I knew you both were just about ready to take the plunge."

So she had shown Becky our photos after all. I caught my wife's eye. She shrugged an acknowledgement. I smiled my approval.

Jocelyn looked at her friend. "How did you get it to rain tonight? I don't think we'd be here if you hadn't gotten us into those robes."

Rebecca smiled. "Alan and I were going to try to get you to watch a porn flick with us, then we'd bring up a discussion of swinging. When the rain came, it was just quick thinking on Alan's part to get us into those robes. I was surprised you didn't demand the pants that go with that set of pajamas. But, as they say, the rest is history."

My wife stepped away from her friend. "So we've gotten this far. Teach me a couple good moves that I can use at one of these parties of yours."

Rebecca looked pensive for a moment. "Would you like to see what its like to have two men at once?"

Jocelyn protested. "Isn't that what I just did?"

"No. You had one man right after another. I mean two at once. A sandwich with you in the middle." Becky looked at Jocelyn and then at me. "Are you two ready for that?" 

Becky saw that my cock had already come to attention. She turned to Jocelyn. "It looks like you're husband has already answered that question for both of you." 

Jocelyn picked up the videocam. Becky had Alan and I stand facing the camera while she knelt between us with her back to my wife. With a cock in each hand, she pulled us together until the tips of our cocks were almost touching. I had never been this close to an erection other than my own. I was vaguely uncomfortable but highly aroused. She took first one and then the other cum soaked rod in her mouth. She gradually brought us closer together until the tips of our erections touched and her tongue curled around both of us at once. Though it had only been a couple of minutes, I was getting dangerously close to cumming when she pushed us apart.

"This really turns you on, doesn't it?" Becky framed her words to me as a question, but she was only stating the obvious.

"Do you like to watch?" Becky again framed her words to my wife as a question, but what she wanted was permission to take the next step.

"Yes. I can't believe I'm saying this, but my husband looks incredibly sexy with his cock in your mouth."

"Good. If you think he's sexy now, wait until you see me take his cock inside my pussy."

I put my hands around her waist while she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her kiss was long, wet and slightly salty. Did kissing a woman who had just had another man's cock in her mouth make me bisexual? I didn't have time to think about it. However you describe it, it was making me so hot that I had to have my cock inside her. She must have read my mind, because in the next moment I was laying on my back as she squatted on top of me and guided my shaft deep into her pussy.

"Don't move!" Her voice was both pleading and commanding.

I was mesmerized by the urgency of her needs. Only a moment earlier, I could have cum on the next thrust, now I would hold my erection for as long as she needed me. She stared down at me with an expression contorted by her lust and strained by her exertions. Although she was nearly motionless, the intense, rhythmic contractions of her pelvic muscles squeezed hard on the cock that she'd thrust inside her. I was her dildo and she was in control. The feeling of being used to satisfy her was at once satisfying and liberating.

I looked to Alan and Jocelyn for their reactions. My role had opposite effects on our spouses. Alan grinned at us as if to say that he was happy to let his wife get herself off, but his cock was going semi-soft as he watched. For Jocelyn the effect was just the opposite. She had put down the handheld camera and was rubbing her clitoris vigorously as she watched us intently.

Rebecca said something to Alan and two tiny red dildos appeared with a tube of lubricant. Alan gave one to each of the women.

Rebecca turned hers on and held it to her clitoris. I could feel the vibrations as intensely as she did, but I tried my best to ignore them. This was Becky's moment. Though it was my cock inside her, I was more of a passive voyeur than my wife, who was (in contrast to my situation) being actively encouraged by her friend to have an orgasm as she watched.

My wife had never been particularly excited by dildos but when her friend began to ride up and down on my cock, she thrust the device deep into her pussy and began to toss her head from side to side.

My wife's cries were exciting her friend to ever higher levels of arousal. With an especially hard contraction, Becky leaned forward until her nipples brushed my chest and gave me a totally new sensation to contend with. The buzzing of Becky's vibrator was muffled suddenly. I could not see what she was doing, but I could tell that Becky had reached around behind her. Then I could feel it. The tip of the vibrator pressed against my cock through the membrane of tissues that separated her vagina from her rectum. She had pushed the vibrator up her ass and was fucking herself while my wife watched.

Jocelyn was facing us now with her legs spread wide apart and her pussy stretched open for Becky to see. Becky held still for a moment without removing the vibrator and turned her head to watch her friend. Jocelyn took another dollop of lubricant and smeared it generously along the shaft of her dildo. Then she placed the tip in the little depression formed by her asshole and pushed firmly. As the dildo inserted to the flange, Jocelyn screamed and shoved her fingers back into her pussy. 

Rebecca was the first of the two women to have an orgasm. I watched as her chest turned red and sweaty as she built up to her orgasm. Her tiny nipples had swollen to impossible sizes and began to blur with her wild trembling. She mouthed words but the sounds that came out were guttural and primitive. The contractions around my cock were increasingly forceful and sustained. In the moment just after her face was distorted by this exquisite agony, she smiled blissfully and the vibrator went silent.

Whatever Rebecca had found was obviously contagious for females. Jocelyn's was still quivering when I looked over at her. She lay totally without inhibition with her legs splayed apart for display and her two cavities still stretched open. She shared the same expression of radiant bliss as her friend. 

"Now it's your turn, guys." 

As she spoke, Rebecca lifted herself off my body and got on her hands and knees with her ass a few inches from my face. Alan had positioned himself in front of her and she had sucked his cock back to its full size and stiffness.

I knelt behind her and kissed first her right and then her left cheek before running my tongue down the crack to her dripping pussy. The taste of her orgasm was the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. I needed my cock inside her and this time nothing was going to stop me from thrusting until I could feel my juice squirting into her – or so I thought.

I had positioned myself to enter Rebecca from behind just as I felt my wife's hand on my ass. I turned involuntarily toward her. She grabbed my cock in her other hand and positioned it at the opening of her friend's pussy. With a firm shove on my ass, my wife guided my cock into the warm, dark opening that was the immediate object of my lust. I pumped in and out of Becky as I watched my wife plant kisses on her friends back.

Becky took Alan's cock out of her mouth and offered it to Jocelyn. Both women were on their hands and knees in front of me. I pulled Jocelyn over until her ass was even with Rebecca's. Then I pulled out of one woman and entered the other. Jocelyn mouth was full of Alan's cock, but she expressed her pleasure at my entry with a muffled groan and a thrust back at me that drove my cock fully inside her. I responded with even harder thrusts that sent ripples through her ass cheeks.

Now left out of the action, Rebecca wasted no time in getting back into position to be useful. She rolled onto her back, reversed directions and crawled under Jocelyn so that she could lick my shaft and scrotum as I thrust into my wife. I saw Alan pumping into my wife's eager mouth as she tried to suck him off. 

That was enough for me. With a loud grunt, I shot the first of several huge loads into my wife's pussy. Just when I thought I was finished, I felt Rebecca pull my softening cock from Jocelyn's pussy and suck it into her mouth. The feeling was painfully intense but exquisitely pleasurable. I let loose with two more squirts of cum that Rebecca swallowed. 

Just as I had finished, Alan stiffened and pumped the first of his loads into Jocelyn's mouth. She was not used to swallowing so she gagged with the sensation and pulled away as another load arched over her shoulder and ran down her back. The third load drenched her right breast and the fourth load was swallowed by Rebecca. As Alan started to soften, Rebecca offered the limp but dripping cock to Jocelyn. My wife bit her lip like she always does when she's nervous about trying something new, but then she took the sticky piece of flesh in her mouth. The effect on Alan was the same as for me: another intense shudder, a flash hardening of the male lust meter, a couple squirts and then an immense sigh.

After that session, we all collapsed in a pile of naked and sticky flesh. I woke early in the morning with my wife in my arms, but Alan spooned behind her with his cock already in her pussy. She shrugged as if to say "When in Rome ..." I kissed my wife on the cheek and got up to take a shower, where I found Rebecca waiting to help me. My cum was dribbling down Becky's leg when Alan and my wife finally came to use the shower.

(a week later)

I had never seen a more beautiful pair of couples or a film with a happier ending. The couples were in good physical shape and attractive, but obviously middle aged and somewhat ordinary by Hollywood standards. The lighting was adequate but much of the film was from a single camera angle and distance. By the second half of the film, the couples were obviously sweaty. Hair was rumpled. Yet none of that mattered. At the end of the film, the women were smiling with satisfaction and the men were grinning like fools.

Of course, the couples were us and the film was our first experience in the Lifestyle. Alan and Rebecca had done the editing but were out of town when Jocelyn and I watched it for the first time.

The film ended on a long frame of the four of us snuggled into a naked pile.

I turned to Jocelyn.

"Well, what do you think?"

"No movie stars I'd say, but you're still right. We're all photogenic when we're making love."

"So are you feeling photogenic now?"

"Babe. You can take my picture anytime."