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Mary and Mom

By: Homer7696



It was bitter cold outside and all Mary felt like doing was curling up on the couch with a glass of wine and enjoy a good movie. The snow was falling outside as she poured herself a glass of merlot in the kitchen then made her way into the living room. She felt alone in the large empty house as her husband of less than a year was once again away on business. Mary had just turned 20 and she thought of her mother's warnings of marrying an older man, although very successful, he was frequently away. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a long slender body. She stood 5' 11" tall and weighed 140 lbs, her breasts were the favorite part of her body and she loved to show them off by wearing low cut tops.

It was still early, but Mary decided to change into something more comfortable before settling in to watch a movie. She sat her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of the couch and headed into her bedroom. She stood in front of her mirrored dresser and kicked off her shoes. She watched herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off her arms and onto the floor. Placing a hand on the dresser she reached down and pulled off each of her socks. Next she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and lowered the zipper. She wiggled her ass slightly as she worked the jeans down over her shapely hips. 

Standing now only in her bra and panties Mary admired her body in the mirror. Smiling, she raised her hands and cupped each of her gorgeous breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. She loved it when her husband would fondle and nurse her breasts. Feeling herself getting aroused she forced herself to stop and went to the closet to retrieve a nightgown. As she started to put on the nightgown she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again and feeling still slightly aroused she decided to be even more comfortable. Tossing the nightgown on the bed she reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell out of their confinement and the cool air seemed to rush over her nipples. She stared down at her rather large breasts and watched as her nipples grew hard before her eyes. Now feeling quite naughty she decided she might as well lose the panties as well. Hooking a finger under the waist band on either side of her tiny pink panties she quickly tugged them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As she stepped back toward the bed to get her nightgown she slid one hand down her firm, flat belly and over her freshly waxed pussy. Her pussy was completely bald and looked liked it belonged on a much younger girl. Mary knew what she would be doing before bed, but she wanted to relax and watch a movie first so after putting on her nightgown she finally headed back toward the living room.

After selecting one of her favorite movies Mary popped it into the DVD player and climbed onto the couch. The movie was almost over and Mary had drunk nearly the entire bottle of wine when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly, she peered out the window and recognized her mother's car. After stopping to pause the movie she made her way to the front door and opened it to greet her mother.

Mary opened the door and felt the cold wind rush in. "Hi Mom, come in, what are doing out in this weather?

Mary's mom Rebecca stepped in and closed the door. Brushing the snow from her shoulders she replied. "You know I go to dinner with your aunt on Fridays, we went to that new Italian restaurant over on Fuller Avenue so since I was in the neighborhood I thought I would stop by and see you."

Rebecca was a stunning woman even at 41 years old. She was not quite as tall as her daughter, but other than that they looked very similar. In fact they had often been mistaken as sisters. 

Helping her mother take off her coat Mary said. "I'm surprised you would go out in all this snow."

"The weatherman said it wasn't supposed to be this heavy until after midnight. Apparently he was wrong."

"Ya those guys have the best job. They can be wrong 80% of the time and no one cares."

Rebecca was wearing a tight fitting black dress and black stockings that disappeared under the hem of her dress. Her long brown hair glistened from the melting flakes of snow. The two made there way into the kitchen. "Would you like some coffee or tea mom?"

Spying the bottle of wine on the table Rebecca replied "No thanks, but I'd love a glass of wine."

Mary poured her mother a glass of wine, finishing off the bottle. She passed her mom the glass and opened another bottle she pulled from the cabinet. Although they lived only 30 minutes apart it had been a few weeks since the two had seen each other. They were very close, however and talked to one another almost daily on the phone. Rebecca had also married an older man when she was only 19 and he had passed away two years ago of a heart attack.

The two women talked in the kitchen for a long time and before they had realized it the wine was all gone and it nearly 11:30pm. "Oh my god Mary, look at the time. I must get going"

Looking out the window at the heavy snow coming done Mary replied "I don't think your going anywhere tonight mom. It's snowing like crazy and you've' had a few drinks."

Peering out the window Rebecca replied "Perhaps your right my dear."

"I was watching a movie earlier, it's almost over. Want to watch the end with me?"

"Sure honey, do have any more wine?"

"Yes, Bill keeps us stocked up for when company comes over." Mary went to the cabinet and opened another bottle and filled each of their glasses. The two beautiful women made their way to the living room. Mary curled up in the corner of the couch while Rebecca sat up in the matching love seat.

Holding up the DVD case Mary asked "Have you seen this before?"

"Yes a few ago, I liked it a lot"

"You sure you want to watch it again, we can watch something else?"

"No dear this is fine, you should see the end."

"Okay then." Mary pressed play on the remote and the movie resumed. It was love story that began when the couple was young, but had parted ways in college only to rekindle their relationship in their 40s. The final seen of the movie ends with the couple making love again after more than 20 years apart.

"Isn't that a beautiful ending?" said Rebecca. "It makes me think of when your father would come home after a trip and we would spend a whole day in bed."

"I miss Dad too." Said Mary as she sat up to go give her mom a hug, but instead she spilled some of her wine onto the front of her nightgown. "Oh Shit, you got to be kidding me?" Mary said as she put the glass down on the table and hurried for the kitchen, Rebecca following right behind. Mary started to wipe the stain with the kitchen towel.

"No you need to soak that in detergent to get that stain out" belted Rebecca as she reached for the bottom of Mary's nightgown trying to help her get it off quickly. Pulling in upwards in an attempt to get it off quickly she realized that Mary was not wearing anything underneath and was quite surprised to she her firm, bare ass appear from under the gown. "Mary! Where are your panties?" she gasped in astonishment.

"Ummm! I'm not wearing any." Was all Mary could get out.

"Well that's obvious. No bra either I suppose?"

"No mom."

"Well quickly now, get out of that gown so I can get it soaking while you find some panties."

Mary blushed, but did as she was told and pulled off her nightgown. She turned and handed it to her mother. Rebecca took the nightgown from her daughter's hand. However, she did not immediately leave for the wash room, but looked down at her daughter's bare pussy. Mary quickly noticed this and tried to cover it with her hands.

"That doesn't appear to have changed much since the last time I saw it." Quipped Rebecca as she turned and left for the wash room.

Mary went to her bedroom and opened her dresser to get a pair of panties. As she pulled a pair out she thought to herself "She can't tell me what to do". Mary tossed the panties back in the drawer and retrieved a clean nightgown from the closet.

Rebecca entered Mary's room a few moments later. "You nightgown is soaking in the bathroom sink. In the morning I will scrub out the stain."

"Thanks mom."

"Do you have something I can borrow to wear to bed?"

"Sure mom, pajamas or a nightgown?"

"I'll have a nightgown please."

Mary went to the closet once again and pulled out two nightgowns. One was pink with a lacy hem and sort of low cut at the top. The other was white, a bit longer and less revealing. "I'll take the pink one if you don't mind?"

"Sure mom." Mary said as she handed her mother the nightie.

Rebecca turned to leave and as she headed out the door she asked "Is it okay if I wear panties with mine?" and chuckled as she walked out.

Mary went to the bathroom to wash up before bed. As she was brushing her teeth her mom came to the door. "Are you going to bed dear?"

"Yes mom, I'm tired. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay honey, I'm going down to watch the late show. Good night dear."

"Good night mom."

Rebecca headed down the stairs and a moment later Mary heard the TV go on. She finished washing up and headed for bed. Mary turned on her own TV as she pulled off her nightgown and climbed into bed. She loved the feel of the soft clean sheets on her naked body. Gently she began to run her nails over her thighs with one hand and caressed her nipples with the other. Suddenly the image of her mom seeing her naked in the kitchen and looking at her pussy flashed into her mind. The strange thought awkwardly enhanced her arousal as she began to wonder what her mom's pussy might look like. Mary's fingers finally worked there way toward her smooth mound between her legs. Slowly she drew one finger up the length of her pussy giving herself a nice tingling feeling in her belly. Her legs instinctively began to spread as the tip of her finger found the tiny pink nub at the top of her moistening little cunt. Softly she moaned as her juices worked their way from inside her sweet cunny. Gently she started to push her finger inside her wet little hole. Working her index finger deeper and deeper as her cunt loosened to accept it, soon she was able to add a second.

After a while Mary began to feel the impending rush of her orgasm. From her intensely building climax or the quantity of wine she had consumed or most likely both she had forgotten of her visitor down stairs. Her moans turned from soft quiet sounds of pleasure to a rather quite loud moan.

Down stairs Rebecca was going to the kitchen to get a snack during a commercial break. As she passed by the stairs she thought she heard her daughter's voice. She hesitated a second and then proceeded to the kitchen. Moments later as she passed the stairs again, carrying a small bowl of grapes and strawberries, she heard the noise again. This time she was certain of it. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and listened. It sounded as if Mary was in pain. Rebecca thought perhaps her daughter was ill from drinking so much wine and began to head up the stairs.

As she got the Mary's room she reached for the doorknob. As she was turning the knob she suddenly realized that they were sounds coming from someone who is sick, but it was too late. Her reaction time had been slowed just enough from the wine that her brain did not have time to tell her hand to stop. The door flew open.

Mary was just reaching the point of no return as Rebecca appeared in the doorway. Rebecca watched in amazement as her daughter's hips quivered, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as she shook in orgasm. Rebecca wanted to turn and close the door before she was seen, but something was stopping her. It was like she was frozen and couldn't move. 

As Mary's orgasm began to secede her eyes opened and saw a woman standing in her doorway. Quickly remembering that her mom was staying at the house she sat up pulling her legs closed and knees up trying to hide as much of her naked body as she could.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't see anything. I thought you were sick. I could hear from downstairs."

"I'm sorry too mom."

"Sorry for what? You shouldn't be sorry. I should have knocked."

"I shouldn't have done that, but I get lonely being here by myself so often."

"It's okay dear. To be honest since your father past away I do it all the time myself."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. In fact I was waiting for you to fall asleep so I could do the same thing myself."

Rebecca slowly moved herself further and further into the bedroom as she reassured her daughter there was nothing wrong with masturbating. "It's not as if you were cheating on your husband."

"I know Ma. It's just that sometimes I feel guilty about it."

Finally making her way all to the edge of the bed Rebecca sat down. She looked into her daughters gorgeous blue eyes and smiled at her. "You are a beautiful young girl and your husband should be here to take care of you."

"I miss having him here to hold onto at night."

Rebecca placed her hand softly on Mary's knee and said "I know my dear. I understand how tough it is being in bed alone night after night."

Mary looked up at her mom and gave her a little smile. Rebecca leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her daughter in a loving embrace. Mary pushed her legs out straight to free her own arms and returned the hug. Rebecca pulled her head back to look at her daughter. They gazed into one another's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Each one trying to comprehend what was happening. Then as if it was totally natural slowly there lips moved closer and closer before finally meeting. The first kiss was just a soft closed lip kiss that lasted only a second. The second kiss was the same only several seconds longer. When they met for the third time Rebecca's lips began to part. Mary responded in kind and there kiss became very deep and passionate.

Mary felt her mother's soft hands running up and down her back and begin to run her fingers through her hair. Mary was the first to push her tongue into her mother's mouth tasting a hint of strawberry. Rebecca's tongue met Mary's and they danced in unison.

After several minutes of deep wet kissing Rebecca pulled back and once again looked into her daughters eyes. She questioned herself if this was right. Was her daughter drunk? Was she drunk? Would her daughter hate her in the morning if they went on?

Before she could answer any of these questions Mary started getting up off the bed. Rebecca thought to herself "God I shouldn't have done this."

Before Rebecca had time to run Mary was holding out her hand toward her. "Stand up mom. Let me help you with your nightie." 

Rebecca reached for her daughter's hand and stood up off the bed. Mary gently put her hands on her mother's hips and grabbed the material on either side of her nightie. Rebecca raised her arms as Mary pulled the nightgown over her mother's head. Mary stood and admired her mother's body. Still firm and tone at her age she thought. 

"You are so beautiful mom."

"Are you sure about this Mary?"

"Sure about what mom?" as she unfastened the clasp on the front of her mom's bra.

"Mary, are you sure this is not the alcohol doing this?"

"Doing what mom? This?" Mary said as she hooked her thumbs into each side of the waist band on her mom's panties and began to tug them down.

Rebecca's hands grabbed her daughter's hands and held them. They looked at each other. Mary smiled brightly and together they pulled off Rebecca's panties. They embraced in another deep kiss. Their breasts pressed up against one another for the very first time. They held this position for several minutes before falling onto the bed.

Rebecca was hornier than she has ever been and got on top of her daughter. Kissing her like she was a long time lover. Rebecca's pussy was straddling her daughter's right leg and she began to grind her cunt onto it. Mary had one hand on each cheek of her mom's ass, massaging it as well as pulling it harder onto her leg. Both women were extremely aroused. Mary could feel the soft hairs of her mom's pussy tickling her thigh as her mom mashed her pussy against her.

Rebecca could no longer take it. She pulled her lips from Mary's and laid her face to one side as her orgasm flooded her vagina. She cried out loudly as her entire body began to spasm. Mary felt the warm juices flooding her leg and thigh as her mother's orgasm raged through her body. When she finally she came back to earth Mary rolled out from under her and began to suckle her mother's large nipples. One at a time Rebecca's nipples stiffened between Mary's lips. The smell of sex filled the room and Mary had the sudden desire for her first taste of pussy. She slowly kissed and licked her way down Rebecca's chest and onto her belly. She spent several moments tonguing her moms navel.

She spent a moment admiring the nice trimmed patch of pubic hair her mother had trimmed into a tiny triangle just above her pussy. All around her mom's labia was smooth and silky. Rebecca's legs parted in anticipation of what was to come. Being older Rebecca's pussy opened wide as her legs spread. This gave Mary a terrific view of her mom's pussy. It was a lovely light shade of pink. Her meaty outer labia hung wide and her clit had to be a half inch long. Mary first took in the intoxicating aroma before taking her first taste of pussy, her mom's pussy. Her tongue entered from the bottom and slowly she glided it up through the wet lips of Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca thought she would pass out when she felt her daughter's tongue reach her clit.

Mary gently sucked her mom's clit, feeling it begin to stiffen. Her tongue swirled around dozens of times before softly suckling it again. Mary repeated this exercise seven or eight times before she felt her mom grabbing her hair and pulling her firmly into her cunt. Moments later Rebecca's hips were fucking her daughter's face as her second orgasm was unleashed. Rebecca pushed her daughter's face lower and began to release wave after wave of cum. Mary felt the warm fluid flow across her lips and onto her tongue. It was like candy to a baby. She couldn't get enough. She buried her tongue deep in her mom's pussy trying to coax every drop of juice out of her juicy vagina. Rebecca's second orgasm was stronger than the first. She couldn't believe how her body was reacting to the first female to ever make her cum.

When Mary felt her mom finally stop shaking she climbed up and straddled her face. "Now it's my turn mom."

Rebecca starred up at Mary's bald beaver. It was like she looking directly into heaven. Mary's pussy was perfect, her soft white skin rolling into the sweetest little pink pussy lips ever seen. Mary lowered her pussy down onto her mom's face and she quickly managed to get her tongue inside her only daughter. Mary's breath quickened as her mom explored every inch of her pussy. Rebecca reached up and held one of Mary's ass cheeks in each hand, pulling them apart hoping it would allow her deeper access to her pussy. It wasn't long before Mary felt her body beginning to tense up. Rebecca sensed this and increased the intensity of which she ate Mary's pussy.

Mary couldn't take any more and her body began to quiver violently as her orgasm raced through her belly and into her pussy. Wave after wave overtook Mary's young body as her mom urged her orgasm on with her tongue Mary's pussy erupeted as her body shook in pure extacy. Her pussy exploded and her juices flowed freely into her mom's mouth. Rebecca enjoyed the sweet nectar flowing from Mary's pussy and savored every drop.

When Mary came down from her high the two women held each close and kissed. They enjoyed the combined flavors of each others pussy. 

"Thank you mom, that was wonderful."

"Dear, you don't even know how amazing that was."


Mary and Mom



"Will you sleep over again next week?"

"There is no way I am waiting an entire week to do this again."

Mary smiled and gave her mom one last kiss before drifting off to sleep. Rebecca spooned with her daughter, watching her sleep as she gently caressed her thigh. She thought to herself "I have waited so long for this." Rebecca smiled and drifted off to asleep as well.




Mary and Mr. Boss



CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST MEETING

A few weeks had passed since the Mary had first met Mr. Boss man outside her office on that Sunday morning. She remembered feeling a little embarrassed when he had said, "do you mind if I whistle you". Since then her thoughts quite often returned to this man and she had to admit to her self that she felt flattered by his attention. She did not find him particularly handsome although he was pleasant looking, but somehow she felt fascinated by him. They had met a few times since then, sometimes on the stairs, other times waiting for the lift. Usually there were other people around but whenever it was just the two of them he would always give her an appreciative whistle and a smile. Mary enjoyed the attention although his whistles always made her blush she always looked forward to the next time.

Mary remembered how he had complimented her on her company loyalty and work ethic when they met on that first Sunday. She remembered him saying how none of his staff could be persuaded to work on a Sunday.

These memories were still clear in her mind as she made her way to the office on this particular Sunday to finish an urgent job. She had worked a few Sundays since that initial meeting and was puzzled about Mr. Boss's initial comments about his staff. Each time Mary had worked a Sunday she noticed that his office next door was quite busy. Whenever she popped out for a pee or to make a drink, she saw people from next door coming and going from the toilets or coffee room. It took a while before Mary realised an important difference on Sundays. During the week she noticed that the majority of Mr. Boss's workers were women; young women, but on Sundays most of the people she saw were men. She had always had an image of next door's staff being mainly young women and when she remembered Mr. Boss's initial comments to her he had specifically complained about his young female staff being unwilling to work on Sundays. The other fact that Mary noticed about the change to men on Sunday was that the men all appeared to be older and similar to Mr. Boss. Mary was fascinated by her observations and promised her self that she would one day ask Mr. Boss about it.

Mary finished her urgent job and found she was in desperate need of a pee. She hurriedly went to the ladies toilet and was surprised to see another woman leaving the toilet and heading towards Mr. Boss's office. The surprise wasn't that it was another woman, it was because of the way she was dressed. The woman looked to be about the same age as Mary but was dressed as though she was going to a very formal and expensive function. She was wearing a long silk evening gown that was low cut at the front showing the tops of her breasts. The gown also had a very long split in one side and Mary was sure she saw a glimpse of stockings. The woman briefly smiled at Mary as she hurried away from the toilet towards Mr. Boss's office. 

Mary was almost bursting for a pee and as she quickly entered a cubicle and started to pull down her panties she was sure she heard the sound of excited men coming from Mr. Boss's office as the door opened to let in the woman. 

Maybe excited was the wrong word. It sounded like some kind of party. Maybe like being at the theatre. The audience is making quite a lot of noise, an expectant noise, waiting for the lights to dim and the curtains open. As the lights go out the audience quickly becomes quiet, waiting for the show to start. 

Mary decided it was just her imagination as she squatted on the toilet and relieved her self. 

As she walked back the office, Mary was still wondering about the woman she had seen and why she had been dressed like that in the middle of the day and at work.

Mary gathered her belongings together and prepared to shut up the office and head for home. As she left the office and headed for the lift she felt an inquisitive urge she could not resist. Before she had even realised what she was doing she found herself outside Mr. Boss's office with her ear pressed against the glass door. It was impossible to hear anything as Mary's office shutters noisily closed and, afraid of being seen at the door, Mary walked back toward the lift. As she turned toward the lift she was sure there was a flash of light from Mr. Boss's office. She stopped and looked back toward his door just in time to see another flash. The lift arrived and Mary turned her gaze away from the office door and entered the lift. As the doors were sliding shut she saw another flash. Mary assumed that Mr. Boss was probably using the quiet time on Sunday to take pictures of his products or something although there was still the mystery surrounding the seductively dressed woman.

Mary did not see Mr. Boss for a few weeks but the next time she met him was in the lift. She had just entered the lift and, as the doors started to close, she saw him running. She quickly pressed the 'open' button and the doors slid back. Mr. Boss quickly stepped inside and as the doors closed their eyes met and he smiled warmly and thanked her. This was the first time they had been this close and alone and Mary noticed Mr. Boss was checking her out with his eyes. Normally she would not have noticed but Richard told her long ago that most men couldn't resist checking out girls and women that they find attractive. He had told her to look away but frequently look back at the man's eyes. Mary was doing this now and each time she glanced back at Mr. Boss she noticed his eyes quickly shift back to catch her gaze. She felt flattered and wondered what his conclusion was. 

As the lift slowed to a halt at the 6th floor, Mr. Boss suddenly said, "I was wondering if you had the time to join me for lunch today?"

Mary was a little startled at first but then said, "yes, Ok, I would like that." 

"Oh good," he replied, "I was so afraid that you might take offence or just refuse.

"Yes, why not," she replied, "I will meet you here by the lift at 12:15."

With that they both hurried off to their offices.

As she worked during the morning Mary started to wonder about Mr. Boss's motives for asking her to lunch. Eventually she decided that there was no problem and just felt flattered that he had asked her.

Purely by chance she was wearing a short skirt and a "V" neck top that day. It was the same skirt that had prompted Mr. Boss to ask if she minded him whistling her a few months back.

As lunchtime approached Mary began to feel a little nervous but also excited. It would make a pleasant change to be taken to lunch by Mr. Boss. She remembered that she still wanted to ask him about the men on Sundays; "Hmmm, maybe he will think I'm too inquisitive," she thought. "I'll wait until the right moment and see how the early conversation goes."

At 12:15 Mary walked out of the office and as she emerged she heard an appreciative whistle, blushing, she looked up and saw Mr. Boss already standing by the lift waiting for her. As they travelled to the 1st floor Mary caught him checking her out again. He smiled warmly at her as she caught him looking at her legs and said, "you should wear short skirts more often, they show off your lovely legs." 

Mary blushed a little but accepted the compliment and thanked him.

They walked to a restaurant nearby and talked easily to each other on the way. 

Once inside they were quickly shown to a table.

As they ordered the meal Mr. Boss looked across at Mary and said, "I think it is about time I introduced myself to you. My name is Freddy."

Mary looked across to him and said, "Hello Freddy, I'm Mary. All these weeks of bumping in to each other at the office and we didn't know each others names!"

All through the meal the conversation flowed easily and Mary soon formed the opinion that Freddy was a very pleasant and interesting man. They talked about his business, his family, her family and work life. Mary began to feel that she could now ask her inquisitive questions.

"I hope you don't mind me being nosy," she started, "but I have been intrigued by your office on Sundays. All week I see your predominantly female staff coming and going from your office but whenever I have been at work on a Sunday it seems to be predominantly men that come and go from your office."

Freddy looked at her for a minute as if trying to make up his mind about something and then said, "Mary, the answer to your question is easy. On Sundays some of my business colleagues and friends indulge in our common hobby at the office."

Mary was now intrigued.

"So what is this hobby?"

"Photography," replied Freddy.

"So why do you do it in the office," enquired Mary.

"Because it is quiet, we will be undisturbed and it's a good excuse to give our wives that we have to go to work!"

"So why do you need an excuse to give your wives to carry out your hobby?"

Freddy paused before answering as he looked at Mary and then said, "maybe if I showed you some of our pictures it will answer all of your questions."

Freddy knew he was taking a big risk here because he did not want to scare Mary away. At the same time he knew that if she saw the pictures and remained friendly he might be able to take their friendship to the next stage.

Freddy reached down under the table and picked up a bag he had been carrying. He opened the bag and took out a photograph album. As he passed the album to Mary he said, "these are some of the pictures we took a few Sundays ago."

Mary took the album and opened it at the first page. The face staring back at her looked vaguely familiar. It was a woman of about the same age and build as Mary, quite attractive but not exceptional. It was not until Mary looked at the next picture that she realised who it was. It was the woman she had seen in the toilet. 

The picture made her look very sexy. She was leaning slightly toward the camera giving a revealing view down the top of the low cut dress showing the rounded tops of her breasts delicately cupped in a black lace bra. Her gaze was warm and direct at the camera, giving the impression when looking at the picture that she was looking straight you. 

In the next picture she was standing with one foot resting up on a chair. The slit in her dress was falling open to reveal her black stocking tops. Mary remembered commenting to Richard that she sometimes thought like a man when looking at other women. Mary thought now how sexy this woman looked in these slightly revealing but tasteful pictures. Mr. Boss was pleased at Mary's reaction so far. She did not even look up at him, just turned the pages slowly studying each picture.

The set of pictures ended with the woman removing the dress and posing in her sexy black underwear. As she gazed at the pictures Mary knew how sexy this woman must have felt. Mary remembered how she felt when dressed in similar underwear and posing for Richard's camera. She imagined the men in the office next door complimenting the woman as she posed for them. She wondered how long it had taken them to persuade her to remove the dress. As she closed the album and returned it to Freddy she wondered how many more pictures had been taken that were not in this particular album.

"Does that answer your questions Mary?" asked Freddy.

"I think I now know why you don't want your wives to know!" answered Mary, "but it raises even more questions in my inquisitive mind"

"Such as?" asked Freddy.

"Such as did she end up naked," replied Mary.

"Actually, yes, she did," replied Freddy, while you were still working in your office this lady was taking her clothes off for us next door to you!"

Mary did not answer for a while, she just sat and tried to imagine how the woman had felt as she left the toilets on that Sunday after seeing Mary. To walk back to that office, knowing that she would become the focus of attention for the camera must have made her feel very nervous, but probably excited at the same time. 

Did she know she would remove her dress and be pictured in just her underwear? 

Did she know she would end up naked?

Was any sex involved?

Freddy interrupted her thoughts saying, "I expect you have even more questions now so let me explain what happens.

Mary looked and listened attentively as Freddy explained his Sunday activities:

It all started a few years back after one of my friends, who was also a keen photographer, was approached by the wife of a colleague. He had known the woman for a while but was amazed at what she asked him. She wanted him to take some high quality photographs of her for her to keep as a memory. She also said that her husband had given his full permission and even produced a letter from him with instructions. 

As my friend read the letter he could not believe his luck, it read, "As work colleagues I know this request will sound strange but, knowing that you are an excellent photographer, my wife and I want you to take some sexy photographs of her! It has always been my fantasy to see her photographed like an idol."

After reading the letter my friend arranged to meet the woman in his office after work. When the woman arrived my friend already had his office prepared as a studio and after some initial small talk she started to pose for him.

He had taken some nude pictures before but always at a photographic club with professional models. Taking pictures of his colleague's wife felt completely different. He took pictures of her in various poses, wondering how he could find the courage to ask her to strip. Much to his surprise he did not have to. As he focussed the camera for his next shot she asked if she should remove her dress! Without any instruction from him she was soon posing wearing only a sexy bra and panty set. My friend told me later that he was absolutely amazed by the fact that the woman was getting turned on as she posed.

Mary stopped him and asked, "how did your friend know that she was turned on?"

Freddy hesitated before replying, "because without any instruction from my friend she eventually stripped completely naked."

"But that still doesn't mean that she was turned on, just bold," said Mary.

"But it was what she did next that showed she was turned on," said Freddy.

"What did she do next?" asked Mary.

"Well she, (long pause), she; (another long pause) started to; you know." Stammered Freddy.

Mary was now fascinated. Freddy was obviously very reluctant, or pretending to be very reluctant, to tell her what happened next.

"I feel embarrassed to tell you," said Freddy.

"Don't feel embarrassed," said Mary, if I thought I was going to be shocked or upset then I would not ask, just tell me!"

Freddy was very pleased at Mary's response. He had somehow known that she would be fascinated and he was impatient to see her response when he eventually answered her question.

"OK," he eventually said, "I will tell you, but I hope you are broad minded."

"JUST TELL ME," she responded impatiently.

Freddy leaned back in his chair, his eyes checking out Mary once more and said, "OK. Once she was completely naked she looked directly at my friend and started to fondle herself. First she sat in his office chair and caressed her breasts as my friend took pictures. Then, still looking him directly in the eye she opened her legs wide and masturbated in front of him!"

As Freddy finished his 'reluctant' reply he looked at Mary to sense her reaction. She just smiled and then said with a nervous chuckle, "did she cum?"

Freddy was thrilled that Mary seemed to be broad-minded and replied, "Yes, she did, right there in the chair!"

"Wow!" said Mary, "that is very bold."

Freddy continued to explain that since that occasion the husband had contacted his friend to thank him for a wonderful set of pictures!

Not long after a friend of the woman made contact and asked to have some sexy photos taken. Very soon, after the friend had shared his experience with Freddy and other colleagues and friends they decided to form their own photography club. Much to their surprise word seemed to be spreading, probably amongst the mothers as they took their kids to school and gossiped.

The men started to meet at Freddy's office most Sundays where an attractive wife would arrive, sometimes with their husbands, sometimes without, to be photographed.

"So," Mary said, "more questions. Do they always end up naked?"

"Oh no," said Freddy, "I think that the reason that our club has become so popular, and is recommended from woman to woman, is that they feel safe knowing we are very discrete. The photographs are high quality and, most importantly, we never ask them to do anything they are not happy with. It is not unusual for the woman to remain fully clothed throughout the session." 

They finished their lunch, paid the bill, and started to walk back to the office.

"I did not realise you would be so fascinated by my hobby," said Freddy as they walked. (He did not realise but he hoped!)

"I don't know why," said Mary, "but I feel fascinated by the woman I met in toilet the other week. Can you show me the rest of her pictures?" 

"I'm not sure," said Freddy, "I shouldn't have shown you the ones earlier because we promise not to share any pictures but I can contact her and ask for her permission if you like."

By now they were back in the office building and heading for the lifts. As they entered the lift Mary knew that her curiosity regarding the woman was getting more intense. As the lift doors closed she turned to Freddy and said, "do you think she would mind if I saw the rest of her pictures?"

"Actually," said Freddy, "some of our women have told us they get turned on knowing that other people look at their sexy pictures. We were surprised to start with at how many of these women ask us to put them on our web site." 

"Web site?" said Mary. This was the first time he had mentioned a web site.

"Yes," said Freddy, "We have a web site strictly for a limited number of paid up members, mostly affluent business men. Our women know this and most of them ask to have their pictures posted on the site. 

Mary was fascinated. "So did the first woman's pictures, the one who masturbated for your friend, ask for her pictures to be posted?"

"Yes," said Freddy, "it was her idea to start the web site! She said that she sometimes looks at her own pictures but admits that she is really excited at the idea of some affluent businessman looking at her pictures in the privacy of his office."

Mary thought about this and realised that, from what Richard had told her, most of these men would probably get a stiff cock looking at the pictures and maybe even wank! Somewhere deep inside Mary's dark but wild imagination, something stirred, she had a flicker of understanding about these women. She remembered some of the pictures that Richard had taken of her and tried to imagine a stranger, someone who would never know who she was, gazing lustfully at the images. Seeing her in wild poses. Imagining teasing her erect nipples, his fingers exploring her wetness. Fantasising that he was fucking her or that she was sucking his cock. Rubbing his cock as he looked at her until his spunk splashed onto her image.

Mary felt a sudden warm glow inside and was embarrassed to realise that the idea turned her on.

As the lift opened on the 6th floor Freddy gave Mary a slip of paper. "Here is the web address and my password. If you are interested in seeing more then have a look but I warn you now some of the pictures are quite wild!"

Mary took the piece of paper and, thanking him for lunch, returned to her office.

Mary tried to concentrate on work during the afternoon but piece of paper with the web address somehow seemed to be calling her. She resisted the urge to check out the site until everyone else had left and at last she was alone in the office.

She retrieved the paper from her bag and hastily typed in the web address.




Mary and Mr. Boss



A secure screen appeared asking for her password.

She entered the password that Freddy had given her and, after a short pause, a new page opened.

The new page showed a few rows of thumbnail pictures of women's faces. 

Mary looked at the pictures and soon recognised the woman she had seen in the toilet. She 'clicked' the thumbnail and a new page appeared. 

The new page was a full screen full of thumbnails of the same woman. As Mary looked at each thumbnail she recognised the pictures she had seen at Lunchtime. The difference this time was that there were extra pictures showing her stripping off the bra and then her panties and then posing completely naked. Mary was impressed at how confident the woman looked as she posed. In the last few pictures she was totally uninhibited and had her legs spread wide showing her pussy. 

Until now Mary had just been checking out the thumbnails. She 'clicked' on the last thumbnail and her screen filled with a full size image of the woman laying on her back with her legs drawn up and spread wide. Mary noticed immediately that the woman's pussy was glistening with her own juices. In fact it was more than glistening it was dripping!

Mary remembered how she was always turned on when posing for Richard and tried to imagine how she would feel posing for other men. She always assumed that she could never pose like that for anyone else, ever, let alone be turned on by it.

As the days passed by, the images of Freddy's photo club ladies were never far away in Mary's mind. As intended, Freddy had successfully sown the seed of inquisitiveness in Mary.

Mary and Freddy still regularly met in and around the office. Each time he would always compliment her on her appearance, usually giving an appreciative whistle if no one else was around. Always he was discrete.

He never asked her about the pictures until one Saturday morning when they met in the lift on the way up to the office.

"I've been meaning to ask you Mary," he said, "did you check out the web site?"

Mary realised she was blushing as she replied, "yes, I did."

"So what did you think."

Mary was not sure how to reply so she just said, "interesting."

Freddy paused for a moment and then said, "Mary, I am not sure how you will react to this but I would like to invite you to be our model tomorrow!"

Mary was lost for words. She blushed, tried to give a reply but just kept stammering.

"I am sorry, Mary," said Freddy, "I have offended you."

"No, no," said Mary; "you just stunned me. "Your request was the last thing I was expecting.

"Why is that," said Freddy.

"Well, I thought that your models always approached you and besides, I could not possibly pose like that for strangers and besides, I am not attractive enough!"

Freddy looked at her and smiled before saying, "Mary, sometimes, if we meet an attractive woman who we think would enjoy the experience of modelling for us, we invite her to our Sunday club. You are definitely an attractive woman and I know that our members would be very pleased if you accepted our invitation.

The poses will be entirely up to you. You can chose whatever you like to wear and, there is no problem at all if you just want to pose fully clothed. We just enjoy photographing attractive, sexy women.

Why don't you think about it?

You don't have to give me an answer today.

Just turn up at my office tomorrow if you change your mind.

Oh, and by the way, don't worry about what to wear, we have an extensive wardrobe of clothes and underwear for you to choose."

Mary was silent as her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. She felt very flattered that Freddy thought she was attractive and sexy. She knew that her answer should be no but deep inside she wanted to say yes!

She remained silent a little longer and then replied, "I'll think about it."

All day Saturday Mary tried to work but her mind was full of other thoughts. She smiled to her self as she wondered what Richard would think if he knew about this proposition. Actually she was certain she already knew. He would probably encourage her to do it!!

Mary decided to ask Richard's opinion anyway and sent him a quick email.

His reply was almost instant!

It read, 

"My Dearest Mary, The idea of other men using you as a model makes me feel very jealous but at the same time turns me on! My advice is to go along and pose fully clothed for them. Choose a sexy dress and some sexy underwear. The underwear is more for your benefit to make you feel sexy. I am sure that when you meet them and then start to pose for them you will soon decide whether you trust them and like them enough to pose more revealingly.

The decision to pose in your underwear or even pose naked will be entirely yours! What ever you decide please, please send me copies of the pictures!

Feeling very jealous but with a stiff cock, Richard. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"

As she read his reply Mary knew straight away that she would do it, or at least experience being photographed looking sexy but fully clothed.

Mary and Mr. BOSS

CHAPTER 2.  JUST FULLY CLOTHED

After arriving home on Saturday evening Mary had a long hot shower. As she enjoyed the hot water and steam her mind started to think about the reality of what she was about to do tomorrow. She remembered back to that Sunday when she had seen the woman coming out of the ladies toilet. She tried to picture herself as that woman and started to ask herself questions imagining that she was about to go to Freddy's office;

Check in the mirror one last time, "do I look OK?"

"Will they think I am attractive?"

"How will I react if they ask me to take off my dress? No, I can't imagine taking off my dress in front of a group of men."

Mary's mind raced with many questions and no firm answers.

The one thing she felt certain about was that she would definitely NOT pose naked. No way. Never. Much too shy.

She could not even begin to imagine being naked in front of a Freddy let alone a group of his friends. 

Her confusion about her feelings was compounded by the fact that while she struggled with all these thoughts she was busy carefully shaving her pussy!

"Maybe I will let them see my panties," she thought to herself, "don't want stray pussy hairs to show, best to shave them off.

Mary finished shaving her pussy and checked it out using a hand mirror. "MMMmmm," she thought, "I am becoming an expert at this, it's a shame that Richard isn't here to check me out."

That night Mary did not sleep very well. She had dreams all night long about the Photography club. In some she saw the previous models and, as weird as dreams are, she dreamed she was there when the wife of Freddy's colleague had originally posed.

In Mary's dream many men were photographing the woman. It was as though she was invisible and mingling with the photographers as they slowly encouraged the woman to remove her clothes. Mary had felt aroused and excited during the dream as she watched the woman firstly reveal her breasts and then finally her pussy to the photographers. The final part when the woman started to masturbate as the men watched caused Mary to suddenly wake up. 

In the dream she remembered feeling really turned on as she watched the woman caressing herself. She remembered copying the woman's actions and placing her hand between her legs as the woman started to rub her self. She remembered the men encouraging the woman further with compliments about her body. They told her to close her eyes and imagine she was having sex. The part that awoke Mary with a start was when she had somehow swapped places with the woman and was laying with her legs wide apart, her fingers deep in her pussy, and the men frantically taking pictures.

Sunday morning dawned with perfect weather, warm and sunny with a gentle breeze.

Mary had another shower and then quickly dressed in her work clothes and headed off to the office.

During her journey to the office Mary was feeling much more confident and positive in her decision that she would go and pose for Freddy and his friends but DEFINITELY no undressing. 

As she approached the office, Mary decided she needed to do some work first before going next door to see Freddy. 

As she walked toward the lift she saw a group of five men waiting. When she joined them to wait for the lift they all turned and each of them politely said, "good morning."

Mary did not recognise any of them but that was not unusual with so many different businesses occupying the same building. However she did think it was unusual to see anyone other than Freddy on a Sunday. As the lift arrived and the doors slid open it suddenly occurred to Mary that these men were almost certainly Freddy's friends. They all entered the lift and Mary had the opportunity of quickly checking them out. They all looked like businessmen, quite smartly dressed. They all looked to be about the same age as Richard. A couple of them caught Mary as she looked at them, but they just smiled back at her very warmly. She could not help but notice though how they appeared to be checking her out as well!

Any doubts as to who the men were, were quickly dispelled when they exited the lift and headed toward Freddy's office. 

As Mary fumbled for her keys to open her own office she overheard one of them say, "I do hope that this woman Freddy keeps talking about turns up to model for us this morning. From what he has been saying she sounds very nice.

Maybe it is the young woman who just shared the lift with us?"

"Lets hope so," Mary heard one of the others say as she hurriedly opened the shutters and let herself inside.

She realised that although she was now alone in the office she was blushing. She also felt very flattered, knowing that she was the, 'young woman,' who had just shared the lift.'

Mary managed to take her mind off of the modelling for a while and did some work. Her thoughts were never far away from modelling though and she wondered how she would even find the courage to go next door, let alone pose for them.

Her doubts were answered a short time later when the doorbell rang. She hurried from her desk to see who was at the door. Much to her surprise it was Freddy from next door.

She smiled at him and pressed the 'enter' button to open the doors. As he walked in he said, "well Mary, you are already a 'hit' with my friends. Ever since they arrived this morning they have been speculating as to if you were the new model.

"Really?" Said Mary.

"Yes, really," said Freddy, have you made up your mind yet about modelling for us?"

"Yes," said Mary, "I think so, but I was feeling too shy to go you're your office alone."

"Well, come back with me now and I will introduce you," said Freddy.

Mary suddenly felt shy again. She knew that this was the deciding moment. Either go with Freddy now or not go at all.

"Just posing fully clothed," said Mary.

"Of course," said Freddy, "whatever you feel happy with."

Mary hesitated a few seconds more and then replied, "OK, let's go!"

As Freddy waited and she prepared to leave she could not quite believe that she had just agreed to go with him. "OK," she thought to herself, "I know decided to do it last night but this is reality!"

Now they were out in the corridor and the shutters on Mary's office were noisily closing as she let Freddy lead her by the hand to his office door.

She stood there feeling nervous as Freddy keyed in his security code to the door and it slid open. They swiftly walked inside and Freddy led her through the main office to a conference room similar to the one in her office. The main difference was that Freddy's conference room did not have a table. As she walked in she recognised the men she had seen earlier. Freddy introduced to them one by one and she could not help think to herself how polite and charming they all were. As she was being introduced she noticed that the room had a round table at one end surrounded by chairs and the huge space that was left was like she imagined a photographic studio to look.

There were a lot of lights and what she assumed was a 'set' at the far end consisting of hanging silk curtains and a chair. There was also a long couch that only had an arm at one end. Mary remembered seeing this type of couch in magazine pictures where some film star or another was photographed lounging seductively.

Freddy suggested they all sit around the table and have some tea and get to know each other. For about 30minutes or so Mary chatted freely with the men and she soon felt relaxed and was enjoying their company. During the conversations they asked her about herself. She told them about being a mother, how old she was and the fact that she was married. Before telling them how old she was there were a lot of guesses from the men, like 26, 33, etc. she knew these guesses were just flattery but she enjoyed it.

Freddy could sense that she was now relaxed and comfortable with his friends and decided to move the proceedings on a little.

"Mary," he said, "as you might have guessed by now my friends and I would love to take some pictures of you. Why don't you go into the office next door to this room and you will find an extensive selection of dresses that you can choose from."

Unlike the last time when you saw one of our guest models changing in the ladies toilet, we have now fitted a lock to the office door and there is also a long mirror. So, please feel free to choose your clothes and come back when you are ready.

Mary was surprised at how relaxed she felt as she got up and walked to the office next door. She opened the door of the office and walked inside. She was amazed. The whole office had been fitted out like a clothes store. She looked around and saw long racks of expensive looking dresses along with a large selection of underwear.

She closed the door, locked it, and then started to look through the selection of dresses. The dresses were all evening gowns, long and elegant in strong colours, predominantly black, green and red. Another thing she noticed as she looked through the selection was that they all had quite low cut necks, lower than she would normally wear. Most of them also featured a long slit up one side of the skirt.

After looking for a while Mary decided to try one on. She picked dress made of black silk. As she started to take off her work clothes she realised that her plain white underwear would not be suitable for any of these evening gowns. So, before trying on the dress she searched through the underwear for something more suitable.

She quickly realised that Freddy must have a lot of experience with women's sizes because all of the dresses were her size and the underwear was also her size! She was impressed as she realised that not only had he been checking her out each time they had met, he had also been able to estimate the size of her bum, waist and breasts exactly. "Maybe he has x-ray vision," she joked to herself.

Not long ago Mary would not ever have entertained wearing something with a low neck but Richard had convinced her differently when she wore some of the sexy underwear he brought for her. She remembered the black lace bra and bodice that held up her breasts and accentuated them. She also remembered once when he brought a cheeky bra that did not quite cover her nipples. He had unfastened the top few buttons of her cardigan and showed her in a mirror how good she looked with her breasts being held up, accentuated and visible with the top buttons unfastened. She remembered that to prove his point he had opened the cardigan even more and tucked the sides of the cardigan into the cups of the bra to show her cleavage. Mary had been pleased at the result.

She realised that the dress she had already chosen would require black underwear, otherwise it would look strange.

Mary saw that the underwear was arranged by colour and moved along to the black collection. She smiled to her self as she picked up a pair of black silk panties and immediately thought of Richard. The panties were completely open from front to back just like the ones he had bought her recently. She checked out some of the others and smiled again at the outrageous designs. One pair she picked up was just a wide lace belt with a row of large beads running from front to back. Nothing to cover the pussy, just a row of beads to rub between the lips! Another pair was a very small 'G' string with just a tiny triangle of black lace that would only just cover the pussy. Looking through the collection of Panties was starting to make Mary feel horny. She knew she was only going to pose fully clothed but somehow the idea of wearing some very sexy underwear beneath the dress appealed to her.

Mary started to undress as she looked through the selection of underwear. She felt naughty and excited as she finally removed her bra and panties and was completely naked. The excitement of being naked in this office, knowing that just next door the men were waiting for her to return, was really starting to make her feel horny. 

Mary picked up the black silk crotch-less panties again and decided to try them on. As she pulled them up over her bum she ran a finger between her legs to check the gap. They were actually very similar to the ones Richard had bought in that they covered her pussy completely, provided that she kept her legs together! The main difference was that the cloth was much softer and the silk lace felt good against her shaved pussy. Mary walked up and down the room in them and then checked herself in the mirror. She thought the panties looked pretty, and, just standing in front of the mirror they looked quite normal. She then slowly squatted down in front of the mirror and slowly opened her knees. She had that naughty feeling again as she felt and saw her pussy show through the gap in the panties as she opened her knees. She smiled again as she imagined Richard seeing her showing herself to the mirror. She knew he would love the view!

She wasn't sure why but she decided to wear the panties for the modelling session. 

"My little secret," she thought to her self, "as I pose for the men in my sexy evening gown."

Leaving the panties on Mary moved to the selection of bras. She knew she wanted a bra that would push her breasts up to enhance them for the dress. She tried on a few of different cup designs but did not feel happy with them. As she moved along the large selection she suddenly found one similar to the 'basque' design that Richard was so fond of. 

Mary remembered how Richard had modified hers to make the bra cups smaller so that her nipples would just show, peeping over the cups.

She picked up the black Basque and decided to try it on. It took some time to fasten the many small hooks down the back but she soon realised that the cups were as revealing as Richard's modified version. The heavy cup material actually stopped below her nipples but a delicate black lace trim just about covered them. 

Mary checked herself in the mirror and liked the way the basque flattered her body. As she checked herself from the front, side and back she realised that she needed some black stockings to finish off the complete sexy look. She found the stockings next to the panties and quickly undid the packing and then pulled them on one by one onto each leg. She expertly (Richard was a good teacher!) fixed the stockings to the suspenders that were part of the basque and then returned to the mirror.

As she walked back to the mirror Mary had the same horny feelings that she always had when she dressed like this for Richard. She had always thought that the reason it made her feel horny was because she knew Richard would be complimenting her she posed for him and that sooner or later she would be naked and they would fuck.

This time was different.




Mary and Mr. Boss



She was only going to pose fully clothed no sex, no fucking, and yet, just wearing this underwear made her feel incredibly sexy and horny. 

She decided that it must be the excitement of keeping the secret of her underwear from the men. 

The other reason it excited her was the feeling naughty part. 

She also realised that she felt slightly unsafe as she moved. For instance, when she had leaned forward to fasten the stockings to the suspenders she felt as though her breasts were in danger of falling out of the bra. Also with each step or movement of her thighs she was constantly reminded of the split from front to back in her panties.

She checked her self out in the mirror again and decided she liked what she saw. Walking over to the dress she lifted it up to admire the soft fabric and then pulled down the front mounted zip to get into the dress. 

She was surprised to discover that the zip completely unfastened, like a coat zip, opening the dress completely. The zip was in fact quite clever. It actually curved across the body of the dress and finished at the top of the long split in the side. She placed her arms through the delicate string shoulder straps and then pulled the skirt section together to engage the zip. She then pulled the zip up slowly, pulling the top of the dress together over her breasts. The front of the dress was 'V' shaped and the bottom of the 'V' was low, "very low!" Mary thought, just revealing the black lace of the basque bra. Two triangles of black silk were just enough each side to cover her breasts.

She wriggled around to make her self more comfortable in the dress and then returned to the mirror.

"MMmmm," she thought, "not bad!"

Mary finished the whole 'look' with a pair of black shoes with high heels and her best make up.

Mary's nervousness started to return, as she looked at her self for the final time in the long mirror before unlocking the door and nervously walking back to the conference room/studio.

She hesitated outside the door, making some final adjustments to the top of the dress before summoning the courage to grasp the door handle, open the door and enter.

As she entered she was greeted with a chorus of appreciative whistles that made her blush, but she had to admit, boosted her confidence greatly.

Without being asked Mary made her way past the men to the 'SET' at the end of the room and stood in front of the silk curtains.

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Mary and Mr. BOSS

CHAPTER 3: MARY GETS BOLDER

The men started to gather in front of the set and Mary felt uncertain what to do next. She need not have worried as Freddy quickly took control.

"Just look at us and smile," he said, "just relax and enjoy the experience and my friends will help you with their directions."

The cameras started to flash and the flattering comments started from all of the men, as Mary eased into the role of model.

At first she found it difficult to follow the instructions from the men as they all competed for her attention. 

"Look at me Mary."

"Smile for me Mary, lovely, thank you." 

"Turn around for me Mary, that's great, now look back over your shoulder; smile, lovely, thank you."

"Look at me Mary, smile, you look fantastic, thank you Mary."

Mary's previous nervousness soon disappeared and she was surprised at just how much she was enjoying this experience. Although she had felt a little awkward with the poses at first, the men did a wonderful job of flattering her and making her feel at ease.

Mary had noticed that whenever she moved to change pose, the slit, in the skirt part of the dress, momentarily opened to reveal glimpses of the top of her stocking tops. This seemed to be attracting admiring glances from all of the men. So it was no great surprise to her when Freddy suggested she should pose, still standing but with one foot up on the chair. As she raised her foot to the chair she felt the slit of the dress fall open. When her foot was finally in place on the chair, her thigh, showing the top of her black stocking, was fully revealed to the men. Unknown to the men Mary could also feel the slit in her panties moving as she raised her leg, acting as a reminder to her of how naughtily she was dressed underneath! There was a general murmur of approval with comments like, "very sexy Mary, fantastic legs!"

She still felt quite relaxed as they moved around her taking more pictures and trying to encourage her to show a little more of her thigh.

Mary was really starting to enjoy being the centre of their attention and cheekily pulled the silk fabric of the dress a little higher up just revealing the naked flesh of her thigh above the stocking top. She was very careful not too raise it too much and risk giving a glimpse of her naughty panties!

The men roared with approval as she showed them more of her thigh and the cameras buzzed and flashed as they took their pictures. 

Freddy then suggested that she should sit on the couch. As she sat down he suggested she should cross her legs with one knee above the other and the slit of the dress still revealing her stocking top. Mary obliged and smiled flirtatiously at the men as they took their pictures from different angles and heights. She still followed their instructions as best as she could.

"Look down to me Mary," one said as he knelt on the floor with his camera looking up at her.

She looked down and gave a warm smile as the camera flashed.

Others said, "look round to me Mary, smile, fantastic!"

They continued taking pictures like this for a while until one said, "Mary look up at me, smile, fantastic!"

As Mary looked up to where the voice came from she saw he was standing on a chair and knew of course that he was looking down the front of her dress at her breasts. She blushed a little as she smiled and Freddy immediately interrupted and said, "Mary, I am sorry, how rude! He should have asked for your permission before taking a picture like that."

Mary, replied, "No, No really, it is not a problem, actually I'm quite flattered!"

At that moment they were interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. Freddy rushed off to answer it. A few moments later he returned and said, "I am very sorry but I must go home to deal with a problem that has occurred."

He then walked over to Mary and said, "do you want to stop now or are you happy to carry on without me here?"

Mary had been enjoying the whole experience of receiving so many flattering comments from the men and, she had to admit to herself, that she was getting quite turned on by the whole atmosphere. In her mind she knew that she wanted to do some more pictures but felt a little embarrassed at the thought of Freddy seeing her posing more sexily. So, the fact that Freddy was going was quite convenient! At the same time though, she felt that he had been looking after her and she felt a little nervous at being left with the rest of the Sunday club. Knowing that they had taken naked pictures of other women in the past she was certain they were hoping that Mary would do the same. 

"Just fully clothed," she reminded herself, "but maybe a little revealing," her wild side interjected.

Mary suddenly realised that they were all waiting for an answer and quickly replied, "Yes, of course, let's carry on."

There was an immediate cheer from the men.

Freddy quickly left the office and, as they heard the office door close, one of the men said, "Now, Mary where were we? Ah yes, Freddy had just asked you if you had a problem with the last picture looking down at your breasts."

"So," he continued, would feel comfortable with us taking more pictures like that?"

"What looking down the front of my dress?" Said Mary.

"Yes," he said. 

"Provided that you think I look OK."

"LOOK OK?!!" They all exclaimed, "you look fabulous!"

"Thank you," said Mary, "just tell me how you want me to pose then and I will try."

"Just stay as you are but slide the shoulder straps of your dress down onto your arms."

"What, like this?" said Mary as she reached for each strap and pulled them off of her shoulders.

"That looks fantastic!" said one of them.

"Fabulous," said one of the others.

Mary could feel their collective gaze on the exposed tops of her breasts. 

She looked down at them herself and was pleased with the effect the underwear had in displaying her breasts so nicely.

"Look at me Mary, smile, lovely!"

"Over hear Mary, you look fabulous!"

Mary followed their instructions and realised how bold she felt. She felt surprised by how much she was enjoying the attention that these men were giving her breasts. 

As she moved around to face in different directions she regularly checked that the black lace on the top of the bra was still covering her nipples. The bra top still felt unsafe. Unsafe in as much as it felt as though her breasts were not actually covered, just resting on top and at any moment one wrong move would expose a nipple! This insecure feeling, Mary realised, was actually turning her on!

She had noticed that since allowing them to look at, and picture, her partly exposed breasts there was a sexually charged atmosphere starting to fill the room. It was nothing she could actually describe, just subtle changes in the men's voices and a certain look in their eyes as they looked at her. 

She started to think that they were all trying to imagine her without the dress.

At that moment if she had really been able to read minds she would have been shocked to realise that they were all imagining her completely naked!

All of these emotions and thoughts were starting to make her feel horny. These men, she realised, with their flattering comments, polite manners and appreciative gazes were really turning her on.

She began to feel like she was being slowly but surely seduced by this group of charming men. 

Mary also realised that she felt more comfortable with these sexy poses now that Freddy had left. She had felt awkward with him being there.

Freddy had realised very early on that if his Sunday club were going to see more of Mary, even though she had specifically said 'just fully clothed' he would have to leave, or at least pretend to leave! 

It was his experience that so far, other than looking sexy, all of their volunteer models had one thing in common, they all finished their modelling session naked! 

Freddy was certain that Mary would not be any different and he had been looking forward to finally seeing her naked for many weeks now. 

In fact, Freddy had told Mary a little lie when he gave the impression that only the original model had masturbated in front of them. ALL the models had masturbated for them!

Mary was really entering into the spirit of being a model and when one of them asked, 

"Mary, would you mind kneeling on the couch please?" 

She just willingly did as he asked and knelt on the couch. She had to re-arrange the dress so that she did not kneel on it and the final result was that almost all of one thigh was now exposed. 

"That is great," one of them said.

"Just push your bottom up a little,"

Mary pushed her bum up playfully and asked, "what, like this?"

There was a chorus of appreciative whistles and cries of, "wow, yes, fantastic!"

As she knelt Mary felt that her breasts were even more insecure and as the men moved round to her front she realised that they really could fall out at any moment! That moment came when one of them said, "lift your head up Mary."

As she lifted her head up she felt her nipples slip free of the black lace covering. 

She heard the men's immediate reaction.

"Don't move Mary, stay exactly like that!"

Mary shocked her self by pretending to the men that she was completely unaware of her nipples being exposed. 

She realised that these men were making her feel the same as Richard did when he photographed her. The initial shyness was rapidly going and she was feeling sexy and confident. 

Mary felt both naughty and sexy kneeling with her bum pushed up and her head held high knowing that her breasts were no longer covered and were hanging free! As the cameras flashed and took their pictures it felt as though each flash was a gentle caress of her nipples. She could feel them stiffening and becoming erect under the lustful gazes of the men and their cameras.

As the frenzy of picture taking subsided one of the men asked, "Mary would you mind standing up now please?"

Mary did not answer; she just obeyed the request and stood up. As she stood she pretended to notice her exposed breasts for the first time and in mock surprise she placed her hands over them to cover herself. 

"The cameras flashed again and there were cries of, "yes, yes stay like that, Mary." 

Mary stood with her hands covering her breasts, smiling and turning towards each of them as they asked her to.

She reminded herself of her earlier statement of, 'fully clothed,' but deep inside she knew that if they asked her she would show them more! Maybe remove the dress!

Of course, Freddy had never left the office. He had opened and closed the door but stayed inside and was now watching from behind the group of photographers.

He felt excited as he heard one of his friends say, "Mary I'm sure you knew that we had all seen your breasts earlier when you were kneeling so why don't you lower your hands and let us get a good view of them."

Mary looked toward the man who had just spoken as if asking for more encouragement.

"Come on Mary," he pleaded, "lower your hands and let us see those fabulous erect nipples that we all saw earlier." Still looking into the man's eyes Mary slowly lowered her hands to reveal her breasts. As her nipples came into view Mary somehow felt wild and liberated. The cameras started to flash furiously, the men shouted and whistled their approval.

"Fabulous Mary." 

"Lovely breasts, Mary."

"Turn to me Mary, lovely!"

"Push them out Mary!"

Mary was amazed to feel totally uninhibited as the men gazed at her breasts and she posed for their cameras. Gone, was the shy uncertainty that usually filled her mind as she thrust her chest out provocatively and enjoyed the appreciative comments back from the men. 

"Wow, I feel sexy!" she thought to herself.

As she enjoyed her newly found freedom Freddy watched from the back with his hand in his pocket feeling his stiffening cock, wondering and hoping if he would finally see her naked. Just the thought made his cock grow stiffer!

Mary and Mr. BOSS

CHAPTER 4: THE WILD SIDE TAKES HER OVER 

Mary really could not believe the situation she was in. Here she was posing in front of a group of strangers, her nipples now exposed and she was really enjoying herself! 

She did not feel embarrassed or shy. She had felt like this before with Richard but to be so uninhibited in front of these men was somehow liberating.

She was feeling very, very horny realising that she was exciting the men with her body and, when one of them suggested she should unfasten the zip on her dress she just reached for the zipper, smiled at the men and slowly and seductively started to pull down the zip.

Inch by inch she lowered the zip, slowly revealing the black lace underwear beneath.

The men encouraged her with comments like, "you look so sexy Mary!"

"Show us your underwear Mary."

"More! More! Show us more!"

The zip was now almost at the top of the split in the dress and Mary knew that once it was full unfastened the dress would fall open. 

She hesitated for a few seconds and then unfastened it fully.

As the two halves of the zip parted company she just allowed the dress to gape open and reveal her in her underwear.

With a quick wiggle of her body the dress just fell to the floor leaving her standing in front of the men, her nipples exposed and her panties and stockings in full view.

The men started taking lots more pictures requesting her to turn in different directions for them.

As Mary posed for them she was very careful to keep her legs together to hide the naughty panties. However just knowing her little secret about the panties just seemed to add to her arousal.

Freddy was still watching from behind the men and as soon as Mary's dress had fallen off and revealed her underwear he had felt a surge of anticipation and a full hardening of his cock. He recognised the panties immediately and knew Mary's secret that they were split!

He felt certain now that despite her original insistence that she would only pose fully clothed she would soon, although she did not know it yet, be exposing her cunt for all the men to see! 

When his colleague's wife had originally posed and masturbated for the camera Freddy had been convinced that she had been unique and unusual. Since then he had discovered, much to the delight of the Sunday club, that all of their models followed the same pattern. They would initially insist that they would not take off any clothes but as they warmed to being a model and the centre of attention something seemed to change. Freddy and the men of the Sunday club had concluded that most women, despite their initial denial, enjoyed the flattery of being able to excite men with their bodies. 

A big factor in all of this, Freddy knew, was that all of the dresses and underwear he provided for them to choose from were revealing and sexy. He knew that just wearing naughty underwear underneath a revealing and sexy dress made the women feel confident and sexy.

Freddy felt an irresistible urge to touch his cock and, as he watched Mary turning to pose in different positions, he unzipped his trousers and pushed his hand inside to stroke his stiff cock.

As he touched his cock he watched eagerly as the Sunday club continues to take their pictures.

He listened to their requests and watched as Mary followed their instructions. Freddy recognised the usual signs and noticed that Mary was following the instructions quite readily now.

From the very first day he had seen her he had dreamed of this moment, unsure at first if she would take the first step and agree to model for him.

He watched now and waited eagerly for her reaction to the last instructions.

Mary was facing away from the men and could feel their collective gaze on her bum. The panties were actually cut very high, almost like a G- string so most of her bum cheeks were not covered.

"Look back at us over your shoulder Mary."

Mary did as she was asked and turned her head round to look back at them and smiled broadly.

The cameras flashed and the men's compliments just kept on coming.

"You have a wonderful sexy bum Mary," one of them said.

"Yes, fantastic," another said.

"Just keep standing like that Mary but can you stand with your legs slightly apart please?"

Mary thought for a second or two and decided that it would be OK.

She placed her feet about twelve inches apart and said, "what, like this?"

"Yes, yes, Mary, that is great, now look back over your shoulder at us again."

As she stood there Mary could feel that the panties had opened a little. She was sure that they could not see anything, (yet!), but she could feel her wet pussy partly exposed to the air!

"You look fantastic Mary," would you mind unfastening the top for us?"

Mary was silent. They all waited in silence.

This request was the one Freddy was waiting to see how she would react.

He watched, his hand gently stroking his stiff cock as he waited.

Mary did not answer in words. She turned her head to face away from them, reached up behind her back and started to unfasten the hooks one by one!

A low mumble started to gradually build into cheers and whistles of approval amongst the men.

One by one she unfastened the hooks until the last one fell free.

As she had been unfastening the hooks she could see the flashes of the cameras as they recorded her slow strip.




Mary and Mr. Boss



The back of the basque was now hanging open.

"Take it off completely Mary," she heard one of them say.

She reached down and unclipped the suspenders from the stocking tops, releasing them one by one.

With the suspenders finally free she slipped each shoulder strap off of her arms and let the basque fall to the floor.

The stockings were quite a tight fit so they stayed in place without the suspenders. Other than the stockings Mary was now naked except for her panties with the long split in the crotch!

The appreciative whistling gradually subsided and Mary waited for her instructions.

"Wow!" she thought to her self, "I'm almost completely naked in front of a group of strangers!"

The whole situation just felt unreal. 

She did not feel any shyness.

She felt no embarrassment.

She just felt so damned horny!

"Mary, please put both hands behind your head."

Mary lifted her arms and placed both hands behind her head. As she did this she noticed immediately that it made her breasts look more prominent. She heard the cameras click and the flashes of light as they took more pictures. 

Mary knew that it would not be long before they asked her to turn around so she was not surprised when one of them said, "Mary, please start to turn round and face us."

As if in a trance Mary started to slowly turn around to face the men. Her hands still placed behind her head with her breasts stuck out proudly.

As she turned the men whistled and complimented her encouraging her to turn around fully and face them.

"You're doing great Mary, your breasts look great!"

"Thank you," she thought proudly.

"That's it Mary, keep turning show us your lovely breasts," another said.

As she finally turned completely to face them she felt all there eyes lustfully gazing at her breasts. A part of her felt as though she should cover her self with her hands but the her wild side just insisted she keep her hands behind her head and show her breasts proudly to the men!

One of the men said, "Mary, would you please touch your breasts for us?"

Mary felt as though she was being taking over completely by her wild side. Wilder than she had ever felt before.

Mary moved her hands from behind her head to her breasts. Looking boldly at the men she started to touch and caress her breasts. 

"Fantastic Mary!" they said.

Mary felt really weird and very horny. She knew at that moment that she would not need any further encouragement.

As she massaged her breasts and teased her nipples she knew at that moment how the other women had felt. She knew that she was going to masturbate in front of these men, these strangers. The fact that they were watching did not really bother her, it just added to her feeling of being very, very horny.

She moved across to the couch and laid down on it on her back. She was almost oblivious to the men now as they gathered round and took more pictures of her. She held her nipples between thumb and finger and squeezed and teased them, feeling them tingle with pleasure and stiffen at her touch. 

She squeezed and stroked her breasts feeling like her whole body was on fire.

She heard a gasp of appreciation and a lot of cameras clicking as, with her eyes closed she slowly ran one hand down over her belly towards her pussy. 

If she had had her eyes open she would have seen Freddy moving around towards her feet for a better view. She would have also seen that the men were now holding their cameras with one hand and rubbing the bulges in their trousers with the other!

Mary's hand continued its downward journey and was soon pushing between her legs. Mary momentarily opened her eyes as her finger brushed over the wetness of her pussy.

The room had gone very quiet, she saw Freddy with his hand inside his open trousers. Somehow she wasn't shocked, deep inside she knew this was what he had wanted all along.

As she caught his eye he whispered to her, "Mary, open you legs and show us your cunt."

Mary moved her fingers between her legs slipping them inside the slit of the panties and across the hot wet lips of her pussy. Knowing they were all watching, but beyond caring, she slowly opened her legs feeling the panties open with them allowing her wet pussy to be seen.

She could hear them gently whistling with comments like, "fantastic!"

And, "Ah, Mary, you even shaved it for us!"

With one foot now on the floor and her thighs wide apart, Mary's juicy wet cunt was fully on show. Even with her eyes closed the collective lustful gazes of the men felt like gentle caresses.

Mary remembered when she had posed for Richard and knew he always liked her to 'open herself' for him to see.

She assumed these men were no different and, now using both hands she slowly pulled her wet cunt open to show the men the delicate wet pink flesh inside her.

As she parted her cunt for them she could not resist opening her eyes to see their reaction.

Their reaction was wilder than she had anticipated. They had all put down their cameras except for Freddy. She could see that he was focussing his camera on her wet cunt and also noticed that he had a naked erection jutting out from his open trousers!

She looked round at the others and noticed they were all unzipping their trousers and one by one fat stiff cocks were appearing!

Mary could feel her own needs becoming more and more urgent. She watched them all start to wank as she pushed one of her fingers into her soaking wet cunt.

She still kept her eyes slightly open noticing that they were all moving nearer. Soon they were all quite close to her, gazing lustfully at her naked body and wanking as they watched her masturbate! 

She felt incredibly sexy, knowing that she was responsible for all these stiff cocks and that all of the cock's owners were fantasising about her as they wanked!

Through her part open eyes Mary could see that Freddy was still taking pictures. From where he was standing he had a direct view between her legs and Mary tried to imagine the picture. She remembered some porno that Richard had shown her of a girl having a multiple fuck. She could see some of the images in her mind of a naked girl, legs wide apart showing her shaven cunt as the men gathered round her holding their stiff cocks. 

That is how she must look now she thought.

With all these images and thoughts in her head Mary's fingers were getting very busy between her legs. She felt as though she was going to cum very soon. 

"Cum in front of all these men!" she thought, WOW!" how wild!

The men were stating to talk more boldly now.

She could here a kind of urgency in their voices.

"Finger your juicy cunt Mary."

"Open her wide and show us your juicy cunt!"

"Stick two fingers inside Mary!"

"Try three Mary, try three and show us your juicy cunt stretched open!"

All this wild talk was really driving Mary rapidly towards her orgasm.

She thrust her finger deep inside.

One finger at first slipping easily into her wet cunt. In out, in out.

Then two fingers. Sliding in and out glistening with her juices.

Finally, she tried three, feeling her cunt stretch as she actually forced them in.

At that moment her whole body suddenly jerked with pleasure. An involuntary scream filled the room as Mary started the biggest orgasm of her life.

She screamed and screamed as she plunged her fingers in and out. She could feel her cunt juice dripping over her arse and then she felt a warm splash on her left breast.

Her eyes opened just a little to see that all the men were starting to cum! The splash on her breasts was quickly followed by some more as one by one the men shot their spunk over her naked body.

Slowly her orgasm subsided and she opened her eyes fully.

"Wow!" she thought as she looked around her.

She was covered in spunk. There were splashes on her breasts, her neck, her arms and legs. There was even a large blob on her pubic hair. She could not resist touching some of it with her fingers. She rubbed it over her breasts and spread the rest around her body, enjoying the warm sticky feel of the Sunday club's collective spunk!

As she looked at the men one by one she smiled appreciatively at them, completely relaxed with her legs still wide apart and covered in their spunk. They smiled back at her, their cocks becoming limp after the exertion.

Mary then noticed Freddy.

He was still holding his camera and his cock was still protruding stiffly from his trousers.

Mary did not speak. She just looked at him as if to say, "its OK, I don't mind, come here."

Freddy gave his camera to one of the others and moved over to where Mary was laying.

Mary watched as his gaze focussed on her exposed wet cunt. Her hand was still lying there and she cheekily slid her finger in as he watched. 

She watched as his eyes gazed over her naked body from her feet up to her head as if he was slowly devouring her from head to toe.

He moved closer to her, his stiff cock pointing proudly upwards.

Mary remembered a question Richard had once asked about if she would give a stranger a wank.

Without saying a word she reached up and gripped his stiff cock in her hand. It felt hot and stiff and somehow in urgent need of relief.

She looked up at him and saw the urgent need in his eyes as she pulled back his foreskin to expose the purple shiny head of his cock.

Well!" she thought, "this is your answer Richard, I want to make him cum!"

She started to wank Freddy's cock slowly, gripping it in her fist and then moving her hand back and forth. Soon she could feel Freddy moving his hips in time with her hand movements. She could see his eyes still looking at her, full of lust and gazing over her body. She tried to imagine his wild thoughts about her as she felt him start to tense. She kept the rhythm of her hand the same, just gripped his cock slightly harder. She felt his own thrusts become more urgent and knew that in his mind he was probably fucking her or even getting her to suck his cock! What ever he was thinking she knew he was about to cum. His cock felt even stiffer and bigger. His thrusts momentarily stopped, and then suddenly he was cumming. She revelled in the feeling of his cock as it pulsated and spurted his hot spunk all over her breasts. She saw some camera flashes and knew that Freddy's moment had been captured in pictures. She held his cock until it started to go soft; the last of his warm spunk dribbling over her hand before she finally released it.

"Thank you very much Mary," said Freddy, "that was fantastic."

She lay for a while on the couch listening to the men zipping up their trousers. Freddy then spoke again and said, "would you like a nice hot shower Mary?"

Mary should not have been surprised that Freddy had had a shower installed in one of the smaller offices. He helped her up from the couch and led her to the shower. Mary was amazed at how relaxed and comfortable she now felt amongst these men as she walked with Freddy to the show completely naked and relaxed.

"One final request," he asked, can we take some pictures of you in the shower?!"

"Oh, do what ever you want Freddy," she said, I think you have all seen me completely by now so a few more pictures will not be a problem!"

One of the men had already started the water and the shower was at a perfect temperature for Mary. One minor difference between this shower and any other was that it did not have a door!

As Mary got under the jets of steaming water she smiled as the men gathered round the door-less entrance, with their cameras!

"Men!" She thought, "typical. Oh well, I might as well give them what they want!"

With that she started to cover herself in soapy water paying particular attention to her breasts. With her breasts fully soaped she turned her attention to her pussy.

Facing the men she stooped down with her knees wide apart and let the water flow over her shaved cunt. Once more she felt their collective gaze caressing her as their camera clicked and flashed. She boldly held herself open with one hand washing the inner folds of her cunt with clean hot water, enjoying the feel of the water as it flowed between her legs.

The cameras flashed almost continuously as she boldly exposed herself to the Sunday club.

When she had finished Freddy handed her a large warm and fluffy towel for her to dry her self.

Later on Mary felt strange as she walked out of the office into the afternoon sunshine. The events of the past hour or so already felt like a distant dream. "Have I really just been naked in front of Freddy and his friends?" she thought to her self, or was it just another horny daydream?

The End