Acting on Impulse

This is a story that shows the result of acting on
impulse. By acting in anger and desperation; what
seemed like good ideas at the time, result in a simple
housewife leaving herself vulnerable to the depraved
desires of two manipulating men. (MMF, reluc)

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Author Note: All of my stories include descriptions of
sex scenes that could cause offence to some people.
Please do not read this story if you are offended by
perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal
age of consent for your own country. These stories are
pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or
deceased.

Acting on Impulse

My heart is still thumping in my chest, and my stomach
is still all churned-up. What a morning this has been,
and all because my husband has a roaming eye. What am I
going on about? Well Ill tell you. Bloody men!

My name is Sandra but everybody calls me Sandi, Im
thirty-three years old and have been married to Roger
for twelve years. Ive always had a well paid job,
earning nearly double Rogers wage. But we just had our
first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl
called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after
her. But this has drastically reduced our combined
income. This didnt hit us at first, but now its
getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and
things are getting tight.

Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although
Roger did remember, and took me out for a meal, not to
an expensive restaurant, but a simple meal in a pub
which would have been sufficient, but what got to me;
was that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that
were sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like
talking to the wall, in-fact, I think the wall was
paying me more attention. Then when we got home, he was
flirting with the young girl whod been babysitting.
Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I dont
think Id have trusted him to have given her a lift
home. Then to really ruin the night; when we got into
bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me getting
more and more frustrated.

So this morning when hed gone to work, I was in a
really foul mood. And I decided to do something to get
my own back. Id bought no new clothes for ages,
because we were cutting down on our spending. But I
thought to myself, if hes going to be looking at other
girls, then Im going to get other men, to look at me!
First thing to make a girl feel sexy; is sexy
underwear. And good sexy underwear doesnt come cheap.
There are no really good underwear shops in our local
town, so Id have to go some twenty miles or so to the
nearest city.

But here again our money problems hit me. Only last
week my beloved Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is
the name of my big old Land Rover truck. Ive had it
since I was twenty-one. Its slow, noisy, thirsty,
drafty, but has never let me down in all the twelve
years Ive owned it. When Im driving it; I sit up
there so high, and feel so safe. And the MOT he just
failed? Well in England to get your annual road tax, if
your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a road
worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my
Laurence failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means youre
not insured. And any one of the three things means you
cant take it on the road. We couldnt afford to have
the garage fix the car, so Roger was going to get one
of his friends to look at it for me. But this was
something else he hadnt done.

Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck
their silly old MOT! My Laurence has always got me
where ever I wanted to go in the past, and he wouldnt
let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with all her
stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty
Laurence. I dropped her off at my moms, and off I went
to get some drop-dead sexy kit.

I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small
exclusive place. Everything in there cost a bomb, but
what the fuck! There was only a little parking space
in-front of the shop, with enough room for about four
cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and
jumped out. Now if Roger had seen me hed have nagged
me all day long, he always insisted on my reversing
into the parking space. But today Roger could go-fuck-
himself!

Now to go shopping Id wanted to look my best, but with
no new fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics.
One thing that will always be in style is showing lots
of leg, bust, or flesh in any area. And that was
something else that Roger had let me down on! Hed
given me a target weight and waist size when our
Rebecca was born, and hed promised that when I got
back down to my original nine stone, and twenty-two
inch waist, hed buy me a complete new outfit. Well Id
reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still
no sign of him taking me shopping to buy it. Anyway, as
I say Id got a short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was
showing lots of leg, bare tummy, and plenty of
cleavage.

I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre
counter, where the man who owned the shop was standing.
Then bold-as-brass, without trying to make sure nobody
else could hear.

"Im looking for some really sexy underwear."

"Well youve come to the right place. Because thats
all we sell here. But what kind of sexy do you want?
Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Old fashioned lacy? Thats
really back in fashion now."

"I want something that doesnt leave much to the
imagination."

"In that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that
area of the shop. Once you find what you want, there is
a changing room at the back of the shop. If you need
any assistance, just come and ask. And I hope you dont
mind me saying, that I think youre making the right
choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to
cover it up."

I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned
away without answering him, and made my way to where
hed pointed. The stuff was so nice, it was difficult
to know what to pick. Id been browsing around for
about ten minutes, when suddenly.

"Do you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke
from directly behind me.

"Err. No of-course not, Id be glad of your assistance,
theres just so much to choose from."

"Even if I do say so myself, Im a pretty good judge of
what style suits what type of lady."

"Ok then, tell me what style you think would suit me."

"Well youve got such a sexy little body, you dont
need anything fancy, or overstated. Id suggest a
thong, and a half cup bra. Here try this set, its
almost transparent, but it will certainly show you off
to best effect. Then theres this set, still very
revealing, but silk material. And then theres this
lace one, not my choice, but maybe youll like it. If
you want to go and try them on, the changing room is
vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find
me around the shop somewhere, but Im expecting a
delivery to my store-room at the back, so if Im not
about, just pick up the little brass bell on the
counter, and give it a ring."

I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of
them, but with price tags starting at around ninety
pounds, this little lot would in total exceed three-
hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with
Roger, I couldnt spend that kind of money. Even the
cheapest set at ninety, would cause us a lot of
financial pain.

Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and
the manager of the shop was still milling about, so I
started putting the underwear on, one set on top of the
next. All the time I kept having a quick peek through
the curtains, to check where he was. Then as Id just
put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I
saw him disappearing into a door to the side of the
changing cubicle. I assumed this led to his stock-room,
and hed gone to take care of the delivery as hed
said. Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt and
blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I
could.

I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible,
but trying not to arouse any of the other customers
attention. I was about ten feet from the door, when I
heard a voice behind me.

"Was there nothing suitable?"

It was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle,
with his hand just about to open the curtain.

"Err. No thank you."

I replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I
could see hed now pulled the curtain back. As I
stepped out, I heard his call.

"Hey! Stop! Where are the outfits?"

I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and
turning the key. He burst into life as usual, and I
crashed the gear stick into reverse. Then dropping the
clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and pulled a
handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and
there was a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I
had been looking behind me, but as I swung my head to
where the noise was coming from, I could see my front
bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked next
to me. I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just
pushed the car sideways out of his path. It was a
brand-new Jag, and as we lurched free of it, I could
see wed ripped the side open from front passenger
door, along to the back bumper.

We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards
the door of the shop. I turned my head back to see
where I was going, before I crashed into anything else.
I could now see the shop manager coming running out of
his door, only to be met by Laurences back end
rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks,
and jumped clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we
were off. We were in second gear before I'd left the
little car-park. I kept my foot hard down not
attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily
the traffic was light, and apart from some horn
blowing, we were away without incident.

I didnt head for home; instead I drove around the city
for a while to see if we were being followed. Then
after about fifteen minutes driving around, I made my
way back home. I didnt pick-up baby, my nerves were
too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous
wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence
pours out black smoke, so the whole back end of him is
filthy. There is no way you could read the number plate
even stood up close. So I felt quietly confident that
Id got away with it.

"Ring ring, Ring ring. Ring ring,"

The phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didnt want
to answer it. But why? It could only be my mum, or a
friend.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is that Sandra Hall?"

"Why, who wants to know?"

"This is Mr Armstrong here; Im the proprietor of
Silks & Satins. I just wanted to inform you that I
will be handing your purse and handbag over to the
police when they arrive. I expect youll be able to
pick them up from the station when they arrest you."

My heart sank, Id been in such a state, I hadnt even
missed the bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get
dressed and out of the cubicle, I must have left it
hanging on the peg in there. What the hell could I do
now?

"Please dont call the police."

"And why ever not? Youve not only stolen goods from my
shop, I have a customer here, whose beautiful new car
has been torn to shreds. Hes just sitting down in a
state of shock."

"Please I beg you; Ill bring your stuff back."

"My dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided
not to prosecute, what about this gentlemans car?
Hell need the details of your insurance."

Now I knew I wasnt insured, so the bill for this guys
car would be out of my pocket. There was no way we
could pay out for a car that must have cost about forty
grand.

"Im not insured. Sob sniff. Thats why I didnt stop.
Please dont phone the police, Ill go to prison."

"You are in a mess then. Dont move away from your
phone, Ill ring you back in a minute."

So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at
the other end. Eventually, the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Right my dear, I dont like talking about this kind of
thing on the phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the
same, just a simple yes or no. If your answer is no,
Ill ring the police, and we'll just let matters take
their course. Here is my proposition. Ive just taken
delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would
normally hire a model for the day. If I bring my
camera, and the stuff to your place, and you model it,
I wont prosecute. The gentleman whose car you
demolished is prepared to claim off his own company
insurance, and not go to the police. Providing you let
him join us, he'd like to watch you while you do the
modelling."

"But what are the costumes like?"

"I said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word
you utter isnt yes, then Im putting the phone down,
and phoning the police."

I had no real choice to make, it had to be yes.

"Yes."

"Ok my dear weve got your address, itll take us about
thirty minutes, thats time for you to have a shower,
and get yourself in the right frame of mind."

"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

The phone went dead as hed dropped his receiver.

So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph
me in? In what I didnt know. I went upstairs, and
removed the layers of underwear, the cause of all my
problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I lay in
my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through
my head, wondering just how Id got myself into this
bloody mess. As normally happens when having a bath,
time passes before you know it, and I was still mulling
the mornings disaster through my mind, when I heard
the front door bell.

"Shit!"

I hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe,
then made my way down the stairs. My stomach was full
of butterflies, as I opened the door.

"Excuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath.
Parcel for you, can you sign here?"

"Oh yes. Oh its ok, Id been in there too long, I was
turning into a prune."

He took the slip Id just signed, and gave me the
parcel.

"I hope you dont mind me saying, if the prunes we had
for school dinners had been like you, then wed have
all been going back for second helpings."

With that he turned on his heals, and was off up the
garden path.

I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and
suddenly realised that Id still got his pen in my
hand. Now it wasnt a diamond studded or real gold one,
but it was a relatively expensive pen. I wasnt dressed
to chase after him, so I put it on the hall window
sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw
off the robe, with the intention of getting dressed,
when the door bell rang again. I turned around, and I
was pulling the robe together as I ran back down the
stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen.
As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it
forward.

"Here it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry."

As youve probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and
a man Id never seen before.

"Thank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?"

"No, sorry that's not for you."

I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back
on the window sill.

"Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose youd better come in."

"Which room, front, back or do you want us to do it in
your bedroom?"

The shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and
a silver metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The
other man had two large bags, which looked like my
Husbands fishing rod bags.

"Back room, I think. Ill just nip upstairs and get
dressed; Ill be down in a moment"

"Hang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you,
just give me a second to open my bag."

I followed them both into my back room, and the shop
owner, who I later found out was called Ted, put both
his case and bag on the floor. Then he searched around
inside the bag, and pulled out a bright yellow swim
suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my
bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really
nice costume, not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy
cut. It was the kind of thing that Id wear on holiday,
to go down to the beach.

I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these
two men. As I walked in the room, theyd been busy
setting out the gear theyd just carried in. In one
corner of the room was a screen, three cloth covered
panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors
surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its
own stand. And the big silver case was laid open, and
it contained all types of camera equipment. Theyd also
set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a selection of
costumes from his big holdall.

As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said.

"Oh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What
do you think Les?"

"You werent kidding. Shes got a cracking little
body."

"Come-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is
Les, and you can call me Ted. We already know your
name, but lets just make sure you dont mind us
calling you Sandi."

"No, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les
just how sorry I am, for what I did to his car."

"Is that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry
you are?"

"Of course Im sorry, but what do you mean? How can I
show him?"

Well by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big
three-seater leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on
the floor, messing with his camera.

"Well in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a
kiss. Im not sure if that would do it for Les?

"It would certainly be a start."

"I am really sorry."

And with that I walked towards him, and bent down to
give him a kiss.

"Wait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up
first."

"What! Youre going to take a picture of me kissing
him?"

He busily positioned his lights all around, and turned
them on, illuminating the whole room. Then with his
camera in his hand, he rolled across the floor to a
position behind me. He was laid on his back pointing
the cameras great big lens upwards towards me.

"I want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back
over me, and then come forward like you just did. But
this time, lean forward to kiss Les, as youre stepping
over me. I want to see your lips meeting, framed by a
shot taken through your legs."

"You cant be serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if anyone recognises my face?"

"These pictures are just for me and Les. No one else
will ever see them. When I take the ones for the
display cards, Ive got a masquerade mask for you to
wear. It covers the eyes, nose and cheeks, so it still
allows your pretty smile to be seen."

"But you still want me to let you take a picture from
down there, with my legs open, wearing this costume?"

"So that wasnt a genuine offer when you said you
wanted to make it up to Les?"

"It was, but I never expected youd want to take that
sort of picture of me."

"So, youre going to behave all childish about this?
Well in that case I guess this isnt going to work. We
might as well get this lot packed up, and let the law
deal with you."

"No dont be like that! But are you saying that unless
I want the police involved, youre expecting me to let
you take that kind of picture?"

"Yes. I would have thought that would have been
obvious. Surely you cant think thats a high price to
pay? Youve just stolen nearly four-hundred quids
worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car. A few
pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming
costume doesnt seem much to ask?"

"But when you phoned me, you said Id just be modelling
the swimwear."

"I dont think I did. I asked if youd model swimwear,
and you said yes. But I never said that would be
sufficient to pay us off for you stealing from me, and
damaging his car."

"But I thought that was why youd come here, just to
take simple photos of me wearing your costumes."

"Were going around in circles my dear. Its quite
simple. Are you going to let me take the shot, or are
we leaving?"

"Well ok, you can take this one, but Im not
stripping."

"I havent asked you to. Now stand with your left leg
there, and your right leg over here, and lean forward
to give Les a kiss."

I put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent
forwards. My hands rested just above Less shoulders,
on the back of the settee. I pursed my lips, and we
kissed.

"Hold that pose, dont move."

Ted was clicking away, moving from under me, to my
side, and all around. But Les was taking his
opportunity, to push his tongue into my mouth. I didnt
like the thought, as both these men were at least forty
years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my
situation, I didnt resist too vigorously, for fear of
upsetting them.

"Ok. Ive got that one. Now sit across his knee."

I stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Less knee,
laying myself back into his right arm, which he wrapped
around my back, resting his hand on my hip. Then his
left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted them up
and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under
my knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his
other arm in pulling me to his chest. He then started
pushing his tongue back into my mouth. We were in this
clinch for at least three minutes, wet kissing, while
Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all
angles.

Then I felt Teds hand on my right ankle, he lifted it
from the settee, and pulled it across placing it on the
floor, hence pulling my legs apart. I was held tightly
to Les, and his wet kissing prevented me from making a
verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was about to put it
back onto the settee.

"Sandra my dear. Dont be awkward. If I put your leg
somewhere, thats because I want it in that position.
Now put it back quickly."

I did as he said, and returned my foot back to the
floor, thus allowing him a clear view of my crotch.
Then I felt his hand on my other ankle, and he was
lifting that one up over the back of the settee! Now I
was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him
clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his
French kissing.

"Ok Les, let her get up now."

As soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the
back of the settee, and pulled myself free from Les.

"Right Sandi, how do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you see that rack of costumes; Id like to get
all of them done before we go. So the less mucking
about, the sooner we get finished. Weve put up a
little screen in the corner of the room; it will save
loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of
going out to your bedroom. If you start at one end of
the rack, taking a costume, and then when youre
changed, put the one youve just been wearing back at
the other end of the rack. Theres five different poses
that I want to see you model, with each costume. When
youve got the first one on, just come out here and
Ill talk you through the different poses. Oh heres
that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around the
back of your head to keep it in place."

I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from
the end of the rack, and went behind the screen. I
started stripping the first costume off, but I was
having to be very careful, as this little screen theyd
set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover
from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder
height. Id soon pulled the one costume off, and the
next one on. As I walk from the screen, he was kneeling
to one side, and he took my picture.

"Very nice. Thats one of the poses done. That was the
full costume front view. See that's this shot."

He showed me a small printed card, the type that is
used to accompany the costumes on the display stand.
This card was about 5 by 8 photo size. On the left top
side where he was pointing, was a full body front
facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To
the right was the same type of shot taken from behind.
Then under these two larger pictures were three little
square pictures, maybe about one and a half inches
square. Then below this was the printed description of
the item for sale.

The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One
taken from the front low down, models legs parted,
showing details of the gusset. Next was taken from the
same low down position, but showing the view from
behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still
parted. The last was the bust, model leaning forward,
showing in this case, her nipples as they pushed over
the top of the half cup bra.

"God!"

"Whats wrong?"

"The pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?"

"Whats wrong with them? All the gear you were looking
at in my shop had display cards like that."

I guess now hed said that, I think they did. But you
just glance at them to see how much the knickers cover
up, and never think some poor girl has had to model for
the picture.

"I suppose so; I just never thought youd want pictures
like that."

"Well its not much point taking your picture in a rain
coat if Im selling swimming costumes."

"No its just the close-ups of the panties, I never
thought."

"But did you think they looked over-the-top when you
were in my shop this morning?"

"I guess not."

"And did you use the close-up insets to tell you what
style of knickers you were looking at?"

"I suppose so."

"Well I think youve answered your own question. So
shall we get on with the next pose?"

"I guess so."

"Now well, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once
we get you in position, we can also take the bust shot
at the same time. So if you come over to this chair,
bend forwards, and place your hands on the arms of the
chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, Ill place
a couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of
your feet, one on each coin."

I walked to where hed put the two coins, putting one
foot on top of each coin. My legs were spread about two
feet apart, and about two feet away from the chair.

"Thats good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair
arms."

I leaned forwards, placing my hands where hed said.
This felt a very revealing pose to take.

"Ok Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take
my picture?"

Les didnt answer, but I saw him dive down onto the
floor behind me, and I could feel his hot breath on the
cheeks of my bottom.

"Ok, lets get my shot, weve got loads more of these
to get through, and some of the others will be a lot
more interesting."

Once again Les didnt answer, but he got up and stood
to one side out of camera shot. Ted took two or three
shots, and then he came around and stood behind the
chair back, facing me.

"Ok head up out of the way, push your bust out."

I lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he
clicked away taking several shots.

"Thats a shame."

"Whats wrong?"

"Id hoped youd get aroused when Les got down close to
your crotch. Never mind, well do the front crotch
shot; maybe that will stir up some action. Ok you can
get up now."

I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the
chair.

"Right seeing as weve got that lovely big
chesterfield, the best way to do this, is for you to
pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat, dead centre
of the settee. Ill tuck a load of cushions behind your
back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your
legs as wide as you can. I dont suppose you can get
your legs to full splits?"

"Are you serious? The picture you just showed me wasnt
taken with her legs that wide."

"I know, I complained to the agency about her, she was
supposed to be a genuine pro, but she was useless.
Anyway, lets get you in position."

He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as
I sat my bottom right to the front of the centre, he
placed cushions behind my back, until I could lie
backwards fully supported. My legs were still dangling
on the floor in front of me.

"Ok Sandi; now lets see just how wide you can get your
legs."

I spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about
four feet apart.

"Is that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least
lift them up higher."

I didnt answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor,
and tried to hold them at about a foot high.

"Hang on; let your feet down a minute."

As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across
the room, took hold of a dining room chair. He brought
it across, and placed it at one end of the settee,
facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he turned,
and fetched a second chair which he placed the other
end, in a mirror image position.

"Ok girl, lets have your left foot."

As he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and
helping me to spread my leg, and resting it up on the
seat of the chair.

"Ok next one."

He now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the
other chair, thus spreading my feet at least six feet
apart, and stretching my crotch fully open.

"There, thats more like it. What do you think Les?"

"Is this really necessary? Its so embarrassing."

"Well I dont know if its necessary or not, but she
looks fucking amazing with her pussy spread open like
that. Shes given me a fucking hard."

"Well it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is
necessary. I hope were not going to get you being all
prudish at every new pose I put you in? If this is what
this session is going to be like, maybe we should give
up now?"

"No please. Ill do it."

"Ok I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I
need your nipples to be pushing the costume. Ill let
Les kneel down and get a close look at your crotch,
maybe that will excite you."

I didnt reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the
floor, his face inches away from my crotch, instead of
it exciting me, I was feeling scared, and thought Id
pee myself.

"Hey Ted, I can smell her cunt."

"No need for that kind of language. Ok Les, I think you
might as well get up now, its not having the desired
effect. Ill get some crotch shots, then well have to
try another method to excite her."

Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe
six pictures, all very close-up.

"Are you very nervous?"

"Y yes."

"What is it, having your legs open?"

"Yes, its so embarrassing."

"Come on then, well try another way."

As he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor.
He then helped me to my feet, pushed the cushions along
the settee, and sat himself down in the middle. He was
still holding my hand, and he pulled me back to sit on
his knee.

"Ok, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt
you. But I need you excited, aroused, or what ever you
want to call it. We can kiss, I can stroke your legs, I
can stroke or suck on your nipples, its your choice.
But one way or another, I want your nipples to be
standing proud. So lets be grownup about this, youre
not a little girl, you know what turns you on."

"I guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the
costume, it will do what you want."

"Good girl. Like this."

He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking
across first one breast then the other. Id expected my
nipples to perk-up instantly, but although it was
sending shock waves down my navel, my nipples remained
soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and was
gently squeezing on my nipples.

"Oh god! Ah ooh."

This made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves
got intense, but my nipples remained soft. He continued
for at least five minutes, but although I was boiling
up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to cooperate.

"Well my dear, looks like we need to go one step
further. Would you like me to start sucking on your
nipples through the costume, or if not I can get Les to
stroke your legs?"

I didnt want him sucking my nipples, but I wasnt sure
exactly what Les stroking my legs meant.

"Where exactly do you want him to Stroke?"

"Just part them slightly, and let him stroke you around
stocking top height."

"If I let you do this, you promise he wont just grab
me in between my legs?"

"Come-on Sandi, dont be silly. Were here to get some
pictures, the sooner we can get you worked up; the
sooner well get this job done. But just for you. Ok
Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her worked up,
and Ill keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs,
but only on the flesh that her costume doesnt cover,
no going inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are
you happy to go for it?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Come-on lets get you more comfortable."

He sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around
laying me back along the settee. Then he kneeled
alongside my upper body, and started back on my
breasts. I was about to question this new position that
they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words,
by gently placing a single finger on my lips, and
whispering.

"Ah. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we
can get back to taking pictures."

He then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at
the same time, I felt Les putting one of his hands on
the inside of my knee. I opened my legs to let him
stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he pulled my leg
towards himself, and off the edge of the settee,
letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs
wider than Id anticipated, but although I didnt like
how far this was going, I made no objection. Now with
Ted using two hands to work both my breasts, and Les
stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever
higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a
climax.

Then as Less hand reached the top of my leg, he used
his free hand to lift my left leg from the settee
cushion, up onto the top of the settee back, spreading
me wide. The fear was now so intense I once again was
worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his
finger to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was
on my flesh to the side of my mound of public hair. He
slowly drew it down, following the outside edge of the
gusset. The gusset material tapered from covering up my
mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in
the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched
wide apart, as his finger traced the edge of the
costume, it rubbed the outer lip of my pussy. Then as
he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror
suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave
an instinctive jerk up and forwards, this forced his
fingers inside my costume, and it entered my pussy.

I gasped, "Oh god!"

He immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up
towards Ted.

"Look at that, thats what I call wet. Looks like my
ends ready. How are her nipples coming along?"

"Thats it; looks like youve found the magic button.
These things are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, lets get the
picture."

With that he was lifting me with an arm around the back
of my shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the
settee, pushing the cushions to support my back. I was
sat in a reclining position, with both feet planted on
the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just let him
manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed
only semi-conscious.

"Ok lean forwards, and push your tits out. Whats
wrong? Are you ok? Do you want a drink or something?"

"I Im alright, just give me a minute."

"Well ok, but I need to get the shot before your
nipples go soft again."

The last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this
last episode, so I mustered all my resolve, and leaned
myself forward, and tried my best to push my breasts
out.

"Is that ok?"

"That's a good girl, just hold that a second."

With that he started snapping away with his camera.

Ok Sandi, up you get, and Ill take the back shot as
you walk back to the screen. Now you know what's
involved, maybe we can get a move-on, and they'll soon
be done."

I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I
heard Ted snapping away, as I walked the few paces to
the screen. I was soon changed, and walking back out.
As I did, Ted was down at floor level taking the front
full length shots. I walked across to the chair,
placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the
floor. I bent forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor
level as before.

"Ok Sandi, were on a roll now, but your nipples have
eased off a bit, so well do the front facing gusset
shot next. Just get on the edge of the settee, and get
your legs up onto the chairs again."

I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay
back, lifting my feet onto the chairs that were still
positioned either side. In came Ted, camera clicking
away, his lens almost touching my pussy. Then as he
backed away, I was just about to drop my legs.

"No, dont move yet. Ill just get Les to work the
magic spot first."

Before I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in
between my thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger
was running along first one, then the other of my
bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy wild, and like
last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my hole
I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push,
and the amount I moved was only very small. But Les
used this as an excuse to push his finger into the side
of the gusset, and up my hole at least an inch.

"Oh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume."

I said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and
trying to pull it from my gusset.

"It isnt me. Im only stroking you; it's you pushing
yourself onto me."

He had got his finger pulled out by now, and Ted
brushed my concerns away with a simple.

"Come-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. Hes
got your nipples perked up, so you can put your legs
down, and give them tits a good push forwards for me."

It was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted
was to get on with the photos. I dropped my legs, and
pushed forwards again.

Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I
asked.

"Does he have to get his fingers in so close to me?
Thats twice hes had his fingers inside my costume."

"Im sorry luv, but its the only way weve found to
get your nipples worked up, rubbing your breasts didnt
work."

I was now changing into the next costume, but I wasnt
looking forward to Les with his wandering finger.

"Can't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the
costume again? Now theyve already been worked up,
maybe it might work now?"

"Ok when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try,
but if it doesnt start responding quickly, Im not
wasting time, we'll have to go with the spot we know
works. Is that a deal?"

"Yes I guess so."

In what seemed like no time at all, wed done the first
two poses, and I was again sitting on the edge of the
settee, and lifting my legs for the close-up front
gusset shot. This was soon accomplished, about six
quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost
touching my crotch. Once again, I was about to lower my
feet to the floor, but Ted stopped me.

"No keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them,
and reach up to stroke your nipples. That way if they
dont respond, youre in position for him to work on
your pussy."

Like last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but
now leaning up my body, and his fingers rubbed around
my nipples. He rubbed for about thirty seconds.

"No reaction here."

"Well Sandi. Theres one more thing we can try if you
dont want him stroking your crotch."

"Whats that?"

"He can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet
feeling will excite you?"

"Yes. Ill try that. Id rather have him sucking my
nipples, than his finger inside my gusset."

"Ok just pull the shoulder straps down."

"Shoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling
down?"

"Of-course. Were getting your nipples worked up so I
can photograph the costume. It would look silly if it
had two big wet patches where your nipples are."

"Oh god, I never thought youd want my top uncovered."

"Well like I said, Im not prepared to muck about, are
you getting your tits out, or shall I get Les to start
back on your pussy?"

I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled
the costume down, exposing my breasts.

"Oh yes, that looks good enough to eat."

"Well dont just sit there looking at them, get stuck
in and start tucking in."

Les didnt need telling twice, he sucked first one then
the other, rapidly changing sides, his hands were
massaging my breasts as his mouth sucked, and now
started nibbling. This was really getting me going, and
I felt my pussy starting to pulse. I thought my
nipples must be hard by now, but he was still nibbling
from one to the other.

"P please. God please."

"Whats wrong?"

"S stop please."

"How are they coming along?"

Les took his mouth from my nipple.

"Theyre like fucking acorns, and Im fucking sure I
can taste milk."

Then he immediately started sucking again.

"Come-on then Les, fairs fair. Help her to get the
costume pulled back up."

Les removed his mouth again.

"Why? She isnt in any position to stop me."

"Cos I say so. Dont go and blow it. Just let me do
this my way. Be patient."

Les moved away, and sat sulking on one of the chairs at
the end of the settee. Ted put his camera down, and
started to help me pull my costume back up.

"Come-on Sandi, lets help you get straightened up. Tell
you what. It looks like were gona have to get you
worked-up for every costume. Well be at this lot all
day, and youll be a nervous wreck. Ill do you a
deal."

Even though I was only slowly coming back to my senses,
Id understood what hed been saying.

"What kind of deal?"

"If youll model the three outfits you stole from my
shop, then well call that a day."

I processed the two alternatives through my head. The
outfits Id stolen were all skimpy, one of them not
just skimpy, but what material was there, was see-
through. But on the other hand, it was only three. The
costume rack must have had at least thirty hangers on
it. Id tried to put it out of my mind, but Id
noticed, some of the ones near the other end, were made
of that thin stretchy material, and I could tell they
were also very revealing. And if I was going to have
Les alternating between fingering my pussy and sucking
my tits for every costume, then I guess the three
panty/bra sets would be the best option.

"Well Sandi, have you decided?"

"Ill put one of the outfits on, providing I choose
which one."

"But you stole three."

"Yes but you know how revealing they are, you selected
them."

"Thats right, I did. But I think I want to see you in
all of them."

"Ill do two of them, but not the see-through one."

"Ok we have a deal. Go and get into one of them, and
bring the other one back down with you."

I was helped to my feet, and wobbled my way out of the
room; my legs were having a job to carry me. I put on
the lacy set, and made my way back down carrying the
silk ones in my hand.

"Oh yes! That is something! Come-on in here and let us
get a good look."

"Look at her tummy, god I cant wait to smother her in
kisses."

"Steady-on Les. Dont freak her. Come and sit down. And
you might as well get that mask off now; these pictures
wont be for public display."

I sat myself down, and as I was taking off the mask,
Ted put his hands behind my back, and I felt him loosen
my bra.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I assumed youd prefer Les sucking your nipples to
stroking your pussy?"

"But surely you dont need my bra right off?"

"Why not, weve seen your tits already?"

Well by now he had removed the bra in question, and
thrown it across to one of the other chairs. Ted eased
me back into a reclining position, as he said to Les.

"You sit at that end of the settee with your legs
hanging over the end. Then lean back and work on her
tits. Thatll leave me a clear view of her crotch."

He was now lifting my ankles onto the chairs, thus
spreading me wide open. Les was now laid down on his
side, facing me. His left arm was under my right arm
and wrapped around my back. The other one, was over my
left shoulder, and he pulled himself to me. His mouth
was suckling on each nipple in turn, sending my body
wild in seconds.

"Thats great, keep her going. Im getting some super
shots of her pussy as she writhes about."

Yes he was right, I was squirming around, my body was
on fire. Before I knew what was happening, he was
telling Les to stop.

"Oh yes. Her pussys pulsing open. You've definitely
got her going now, leave her tits, and come and look at
this."

Les was still laid on his side, but now he turned away
from my face, and had his head above my tummy, looking
down at my crotch. He reached one of his hands down,
and placed a single finger end into the valley at the
top of my legs. As I felt it make contact, I let out a
gasp.

"Oh ah!"

But worse than that, I lifted my hips.

"You like that. Dont you?"

"No please."

"But you said I could stroke you anywhere, so long as I
dont go into the costume?"

"P Please. I Im b begging you."

His finger end was once again stroking my pussy lips,
and I had no way of controlling my instinctive
reactions.

"Begging eh? But begging what? I think shes asking me
to work her pussy."

With that he pushed his fingers into my eager pussy,
and gave me a quick frigging. I didnt speak; I put my
hands down onto the back of his head to push him away.
But all I succeeded in doing was to push his face into
my pussy as I heaved my hips up high. Well even though
I would have said stop if I could have got my words
out, my body was so in need of sex, and it didnt
appear to matter who with.

"Thats good, start working her clit."

Les must now be using both hands, as I could feel my
gusset was being pulled to one side, and my clit was
being stroked, sending me even more crazy. Then as I
once again heaved myself high, I felt his wet tongue,
as his mouth locked itself to my crotch.

"If I stop Les working you up, and Ill let you get up
from that embarrassing position. Will you do something
for me?"

"W What?"

While this talking was going on, Les hadnt stopped; I
was now heaving my hips in an uncontrolled manner, and
I couldnt stop myself. Les was sucking at my clit, his
tongue manipulating it to perfection. His fingers were
working away up inside my pussy, and I hadnt got the
will to fight him.

"Will you hold his dick for him?"

"Oh My God no! Are you serious?"

"Ok, its up to you. I just thought that maybe youd
rather hold his dick, instead of him fucking you. Cos
the way youre humping, we both know youll soon be too
far gone to stop him."

"Please, tell him to stop for just a minute, I cant
think straight."

"Ok Les. Just give her a minute. While shes thinking,
we can try the last pair of panties on."

Les stopped, and climbed off the settee. I lay there
legs still wide open, and still heaving my hips. Ted
took hold of an ankle and lowered it to the floor. Les
copied him lowering the other one. They brought my legs
together, and I thought they were about to help me to
my feet. I was about to ask for another minute, I
didnt think I could stand up yet.

Then as Ted leaned towards me, his hands went under my
back at waist height, and he lifted my weight from the
settee.

"Slip her knickers off."

"W what are you doing?"

"Were just changing the panties."

"No please."

"Dont be silly. Youre in no state to get up yet.
Anyway your legs are closed, so we cant even see as
much as we could before."

Well by now, the knickers had gone, but instead of
putting the next pair on, I was lowered back down.

"What about the next pair of panties?"

"Dont worry about them yet, lets just get you sat up.
You can keep your knees together if youre worried."

They helped me to sit up, moving the cushions out of
the way. I held my knees tight-together like a little
girl waiting in the queue for the school doctor to give
her the first puberty check-up.

"We can put these last panties on, but the gusset is so
narrow, it'll just move to one side as soon as we start
playing with your pussy, like the last ones did. Ok
Sandi; have you made your mind up? Are we going to take
some pictures of this last pair of panties, or will you
hold his dick?"

"I I dont know."

"Its time to choose little girl. Come-on its not much
to ask, you said you wanted to make it up to Les."

I considered my options, and thought holding his dick
is gona be less dangerous than getting them skimpy
knickers on, and les working on my pussy again.

"Ok, Ill hold his dick. But I want the panties to put
on."

"Dont be awkward Sandra. Just keep your legs tight
together. Now do we have a deal?"

"Ok. Tell him to get it out."

"Dont be silly, we need to do this properly."

"What do you mean?"

"Ok Les, stand up. And you Sandi, I want you to strip
him naked."

"Oh no. You only said I had to hold him."

"Dont argue, just get him naked, and it'll soon be
over for you. But start playing awkward and I could
start getting nasty."

His tone of voice carried a threat, and I didnt think
I ought to find out what he meant by getting nasty. I
got to my feet, but as my legs were still wobbly, I
only managed this with his helping hands on my naked
waist. Then stood naked in front of Les, I started
unbuttoning his shirt. Hed removed his own shoes and
socks, and soon I was removing the last item of his
clothes. My fingers were in the waist-band of his
underpants, and as I slid them down his big dick was
stood there to attention.

"Good girl. Ok now me."

"I only agreed to hold Les."

"Ok. So Les wont report you to the police. But I dont
see why I shouldnt."

"But we only agreed, Id hold Les. You never said
anything about holding you."

"Well I have now, so either get me stripped off, or Im
out of here, and youre in deep shit."

What choice had I? I turned to Ted, and started to
strip him. All the time, I had Less hands stroking all
around my body. By the time Ted was naked, my pussy was
throbbing. This was as much a reaction to me stripping
two strangers, as it was to Les stroking my breasts and
inner thigh.

Come-on Les, well sit down, and Sandi my love, you can
get on your knees on the floor. They both sat on the
settee, and I got onto my knees. Although getting on my
knees could be considered demeaning, at least my body,
or more important, my pussy was out of their reach. Les
parted his legs slightly, and his big hard dick was
standing up. I took hold, and was about to reach over
to Ted.

"Its ok Sandi, I can wait my turn. You just concentrate
on one dick at a time."

I was holding it, and cupping his balls with the other
hand.

"Come-on Sandi, Im sure you can do better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you arent gona milk his spunk just sitting
there nursing it."

"But thats what I agreed to. I said Id hold it."

"Dont be so naive, you knew I meant you had to wank
him."

But in truth, I stupidly didnt, I thought hed meant
just hold it.

"I I thought you only wanted it holding, honest."

"Well now you know different, so come-on. Lets see you
get his spunk rising."

"But I never agreed to."

He cut me short.

"So youd rather we go and call the police, or maybe
just develop some of the pictures weve already taken,
and post them to your husband?"

"No please."

"Well get on with it then. Come on, try licking it."

I reluctantly put my mouth down, and ran my tongue
across the top of it. It shook its head, as it
stiffened even harder. Id been licking around the end
for only a few seconds.

"Sandra my dear, are you trying to get me annoyed?"

"No. Im licking him like you told me to."

"Dont play the school girl. Get yourself down on that
dick, and get him to spunk, otherwise youll regret
it."

I opened my mouth, and put my lips over his bell-end.
Then I felt his hands on the back of my head, and he
forced me down onto his shaft. Next second he was
holding me either side of my head, lifting me up and
down, easing it in and out. I saw Ted to one side of
me, and he was clicking away taking pictures. After a
minute or two, he disappeared from view, and I felt his
hands on my nipples. As his hands cupped my pendant
breasts, his mouth sucked one of my nipples. Les rammed
me onto is dick, forcing it into my throat.

"Fucking hell! Shes fucking swallowing my dick. Oh
fucking yes! Shes fucking hot."

Then as my hips started jerking, with a thrusting
action. I felt what must have been Teds fingers
rubbing my clit. This only made me thrust all the
harder, and his fingers found my pussy. So I was deep
throating Les, while Ted sucked from nipple to nipple,
and he now had two fingers ramming my pussy. Then Les
jerked his spunk into my throat, pumping once, twice.
In all I counted eight deliveries. Then his jerking
stopped, and he lifted my head from his shaft.

Ted now got back to the settee, and beckoned me to him.
I obediently took my mouth to his dick, and pushed
myself onto his shaft. Now it was Ted ramming my head
up and down, but before many seconds, Les had got his
hands on my hips! I feared the worst, and as his feet
edged my kneeling legs apart, I got ready to take his
dick. But to my surprise, I felt his tongue, lapping
around my bottom, and into my pussy. My body reacted by
ramming back onto him. We were in this position for a
few minutes, before I felt the telltale signs of my
impending orgasm. As I felt Ted shooting his cum into
my throat, my pussy erupted like a volcano, squirting
sticky cum into Less face. Ive never squirted in my
life before, and this orgasm left me on my back,
writhing about on the floor, legs wide open. This went
on for some minutes, with my two instigators looking
on, Ted also snapping away with his camera.

"Well my dear. Youve certainly come out of your shell
now." Said Ted when I eventually calmed down.

"Come on let me help you up."

Ted helped me to get myself to the settee and sit down,
still of-course naked.

"Do you feel ok?"

"Yes. I just feel so embarrassed."

"I dont know why. Your performance was exceptional."

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Course you can. If I was you, Id nip up and have a
quick shower, while Les and I put this gear away.

I did as hed suggested, and now I was walking back
downstairs, showered and fully dressed.

"Ah here she is, our little super star. Hows that feel
now?"

"Better thanks."

"Why? Didnt you enjoy that little session?"

What can you say to that? Theyd got me so hot, Id
orgasmed like never before, but I could hardly tell
them that.

"It was alright."

"ALRIGHT! Jesus girl, if that was just alright, Id
love to be involved with you when you have a good time.
Now come-on Sandi, tell the truth. Surely coming like
that isnt an every day occurrence?"

"Well no. but."

"But nothing. Tell the truth, you really enjoyed that,
didnt you?"

"Ok. I did, but I feel so ashamed now."

"Ashamed of what?"

"What I just let you two men do with me."

"But we all enjoyed it. You were outstanding. And
nobody got hurt. So why feel ashamed?"

"Im married, and three hours ago, I hadnt even met
either of you."

"Look Sandra, if you want to feel ashamed, think of
what got you into this mess. You were the one who drove
her car without any tax, MOT or insurance. Then you
stole goods from my shop. Then you destroyed this mans
lovely new car, it was less than six months old. A
forty grand motor car! Now that is something you should
feel ashamed about. But what you just did with us; was
nothing, just harmless fun. As for being married, your
husband never needs to know, so it wont hurt him. But
if you hadnt given Les his blow job, then your husband
would be really hurt, hed be paying for the rest of
his working days, to cover the cost of that car. So in
my book, all youre doing is trying to make things
easier for your old man."

"I guess what you say is right, but I still feel like
Im cheating on him."

"Well lets just assess your situation. You stole from
me. Would you agree, it was about 350 worth of gear
you stole?"

"Yes. About that."

"And we already know youve written-off Less car, and
thats at least forty grand."

"I know. But its done now, and I cant undo it. All I
can say is sorry."

"But thats not true, you can do more than just say
sorry. Youve already shown Les you can do him little
favours to make amends."

"Well yes, but I dont want to do that again."

"Oh I see. One blow job, and you think the slate is
wiped clean. He could get a high class pro to give him
a blow job for 50, and you think that makes up for
forty grands worth of damage?"

"What do you mean?"

"Surely you didnt think Les would be satisfied with
just a quick blow job? And that hed walk away singing
and dancing?"

"But that was what you asked me to do."

"Yes, and like Ive already said, you did a good job.
But you must know it will take more than that to settle
this debt?"

"So you want me to do something else for Les?"

"Too right! And not just Les, I think you owe me more
than a blow job."

I knew the next step was to let them fuck me, and in
truth, his reasoning was right, I had only sucked their
dicks. And although he reckoned this was only worth
50, to me, I felt like Id earned the full forty grand
already.

"Ok. What do you want me to do to pay my dues?"

"Like I said to you before, youre not a school girl.
You know what we want."

"Ok, if I let you, then thats it? My debt is paid?"

"Youre as bad as Les. A little patience would go along
way. Why dont you just take one step at a time?"

"What? Even if I let you fuck me, youd want more?"

"Did I say that?"

"No but."

"But nothing. Lets just see how good you are in bed,
then well see if youre all paid-up?"

"So if I do good, and please you both, youll be
satisfied?"

"Were getting nowhere again. Its quite simple. Are
you going to fuck or not?"

I turned around and walked to the door.

"I assume you want me in my bedroom?"

"Yes, you lead the way. Come-on Les, looks like the
little ladys ready to do the business."

So as I climbed the stairs, I had two strangers
following me, and I knew I had to fuck both of them.

Now in the bedroom, I turned and saw Ted had swapped
his camera with the big lens, and now had a large video
camera, with a built-in frame that carried two big
lights.

"Hey! Come-on! Thats not fair."

"What do you mean fair?"

"Look Im letting you both go to bed with me. Please
dont film it as well."

"When will you grow up? Youre up here to be fucked,
and the least you can do is let us have something to
remember you by. Tomorrow, this will all just be a
memory. Ships that passed in the night. But with this,
we can re-live it. Now get yourself stripped off, Les
is ready to go."

He was right; Les was stripped and lying back in the
middle of my bed, a semi-hard dick in his hand.

As I started stripping, I felt the heat as the big
flood lights shone on my back, and then as they got
ever brighter, they lit-up the whole room. I did my
best to ignore the watching eye of his camera, and I
was soon stripped naked. I climbed onto the bed, and
got my mouth onto Less dick. He reached to my hips,
pulling me around to the sixty-nine position. In no
time he was hard, and trusting at my windpipe. Whereas
I was heaving my hips, which rubbed his tongue the full
length of my slit.

"Come-on Sandi, get yourself onto my dick."

His hands were now manoeuvring me around, and I was
soon astride his hips lowering myself onto him. I was
dripping wet, and it just slid up effortlessly, until
my crotch met his brush. I leaned forwards, and he took
one of my nipples into his mouth. So here I was humping
for all I was worth, with Ted filming every detail of
the action. When Les spoke up.

"Ok. Hold up a minute."

I stopped my heaving.

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you on your back."

So he wanted a change of position, no problem, I got
up, and as he moved away, I lay back in the middle of
the bed. He took hold of my ankles, spread them wide
and Ted brought his camera in for a close-up. Then he
lifted my ankles up towards my shoulders.

"Here, take hold of these. Keep them way up high."

I took hold, and he pushed his dick back up my pussy.
Holding my legs like this, I was not able to do the
fucking, and Id expected him to get right back into a
thrusting action.

But instead, after his slow push up my pussy, he pulled
it back out. Then he was rubbing his bell-end up and
down my slit. Caressing my clit at one end, then going
down as far as my bottom at the other and circling it
around my hole. This produced three separate hot spots,
each one sent a different type of shudder through my
body. But all three made my hips instinctively thrust
upwards. Hed been doing this for some seconds now, and
my thrusts were getting more violent, as though I was
impatient to get his dick back inside me. Every time I
thrust while he circled my clit, it sent the dick
towards my pussy. Every time I thrust as he circled my
pussy, it entered. So I guess it makes sense, that
every time I thrust while he circled around my bottom,
the end pushed its way inside.

Now as hed been instantly pulling it back out, I had
just accepted this as an arousal technique. And in
truth, the invasion of my bottom was arousing me as
much as either of the other two areas. So as my thrust
got more violent, his penetrations got deeper. Then on
one of his penetrations into my bottom, instead of
pulling back out, he thrust deep. His wet dick slid
right up, and he rammed hard and fast. I first
instinctively let go of my legs, and was about to
protest. But as he lay his weight down on top of me,
and pumped hard and long, I just wrapped my arms around
him, and let him take his pleasure. He had only been
fucking my arse for about a minute, when he again
stopped.

"Ok girl, up you get."

Hed pulled out, and sat himself up towards the edge of
the bed. I got up, and he lay back down, on his back
where Id been lying. I started to get down to mount
him again, but he took hold of my hips, and started to
manoeuvre me around.

"Not that way. I want you facing upwards. Thats it;
now lower yourself back down onto my dick. No no. Up
your arse. Thats it. Oh yes! That feels fucking
tight."

So here I was lowering my arse onto his dick, while Ted
watched and filmed in close-up detail every move I
made.

Now I was fully impaled onto his shaft, Ted moved to
the side of the bed, put his camera onto a tripod, and
after messing with its position, he started stripping
off. Les wasnt fucking me, he just held me still, dick
stuck up my bottom. Ted approached the bed, climbed up,
and pushed his dick at my pussy. After a couple of
false attempts, the end found my tunnel, and up he
went. Then they both began pumping their dicks. They
were going at different speeds, so sometimes theyd be
going up at the same time, and then they'd be out of
phase. One pushing in, as the other was pulling out.
Id never had a double fucking before, but this has got
to be the experience to surpass all others.

My orgasm was wonderful, and they both shot their spunk
up the hole they were in. But as soon as Id started to
calm down, they were positioning me for another fuck,
this time swapping ends, and with me facing downwards.
This also ended with all three of us climaxing within
seconds of each other. But this time, as I lay there
still in the afterglow writhing about, Ted was in there
with his camera, filming my every move.

"Here hold this."

Les passed me a small picture frame. I took it without
thinking; my mind was still floating in the clouds.
Then I could feel he was running his finger up the
valley of my open crotch, and he brought it up and ran
it across the picture in the frame I was holding. He
repeated this action several times. Then he left me
alone, lying there, picture frame lying across my
navel. Gradually I came back to my senses, and as I sat
myself up, I was conscious of the picture frame. To my
horror it was the one from my dressing table, my
wedding photo! Me in my white gown, Harry stood at my
side in his posh suit. Les had run long streaks of
spunk and other bodily fluids all over the picture of
me. And of-course, Ted had been filming the whole
thing. In an instant, I hated them both.

"Fuck-off you bastards! Go on! Fuck-off out of my
house! Youve had what you wanted. Now just go and
leave me alone. Sob sob sob."

I threw my face into my hands, and burst into tears.

"Wow. Shes got a temper. Do you think we did something
to upset her?"

"Well all I can think of, is that we stopped fucking
her. She certainly seemed happy enough while we were
spit roasting her. Maybe wed better get her back onto
our dicks."

I felt someones hands touch my hip, and I turn
violently around, and lashed out with my fist.

"Leave me alone you bastard!"

But as my fist neared Les, as it had been his hand
touching me. He just caught my wrist, and lifted me up
towards his chest. His other arm going under my other
armpit, and he pulled my body up forcing my tit into
his face. He held me there, while I kicked, struggled,
and screamed at him.

"What about your neighbours my dear? If they start
showing an interest, Ill have to go down and show them
this video Ive just taken."

I stopped screaming, and as I now realised my fighting
was pointless, I also lay limp in his arms.

"Ok Sandi, have you stopped being silly?"

I didnt reply, but the look I gave Ted, he knew they'd
beaten me.

"Sniff."

"Ok Les, put her down now."

Les lowered me back onto the bed, and I lay there
curled up, still sniffing.

"Come-on its not that bad, you like being fucked."

"Please dont."

"Dont what?"

"Its bad enough you making me do these things, but why
do you have to humiliate me when Ive done what you
wanted?"

"Its for your own good."

"And how the fuck do you make that out?"

"Well Id hope by now, that youd be intelligent enough
to have learnt, that when we ask you to do something,
that you'd do it instantly without question. Because
one way or another what ever we ask you to do, well
make sure it happens. So be a good girl, and if I say
jump, all you ask is how high. Got it?"

Now I hated to submit, but I knew he was right, this
was the easiest way for me.

"Yes Ted."

"Ok. Now you know your position in life, well take you
out, and let you prove yourself."

"What do you mean? Out where? To do what?"

"Thats ok; you can ask what, and where, so long as you
dont ask why. Well what I have in mind, is taking you
out to the slip road by the motorway. Theres always
trucks parked up there, day or night. I want you to try
selling yourself to a truck driver, just a nominal 20
for a fuck will do."

"Oh God no! Please dont make me!"

"Do you realise just how deep the shit is around you?
Your in trouble with the police, you and or your
husband could go to jail for the amount of debt your
in. And then there is the pictures and video that Ive
got of you. I could show them your family, or sell them
on the internet. Do you really want to piss-me-off?"

"Ok Ill do it."

"I thought you would."

Just then I heard the front door.

"Who the fucks that?"

"I dont know. Hey you Sandi, come-on. Get that fucking
arse of yours over here and see if its one of your
neighbours youve woke-up with your fucking screaming."

I knew the neighbours both sides were out at work, but
I went to the window, and looked down to the front
door. Being a bay window, I could easily see who was at
the door.

"Oh. Its the postman. He left his pen hear when he
delivered a parcel. I bet hes come to collect it."

"Ok. Hell do," said Ted.

"Hell do what?" I asked.

"Ill answer the door; you get cleaned up as quickly as
you can. Then get dressed, and I want you downstairs as
soon as possible. You can fuck the postman instead,
thatll save us going out, and Ill be able to video
it."

With that they were gone, and I heard the front door
open. There was some conversation, between Les the
postman and Ted, but I couldnt make out what was said.
I heard the door shut, and could still hear their
voices coming from my back room down stairs.

Well by now I was cleaned up in a rough and ready way,
and re-dressed. So I guessed Id better go down and
fuck the postman. I could see no other alternative.

"Are, there you are my dear. I was just telling our
postman here, about what you were just telling me and
your brother."

I hadnt any idea what he was going on about, so I
played along as best I could.

"Oh yes, and what does he think?"

"Well he hasnt said, but I get the feeling he thinks
youre a bit of a slut."

"Err. Hang-on sir. I never said that."

"No but you must admit. That when I told you my wife
has been having wet dreams about you. And that shed
asked me if Id let her fuck you for her anniversary
present, you did look shocked."

"Well yes sir. Youre right; it did take me aback a
bit. But I never said she was a slut."

"Thats as maybe; hes agreed to fuck you. And Ive
agreed to let him, providing I can film it. I dont
think he was to keen to start with, but the thought of
your sweet little pussy won him over. So my dear. Ill
take some still shot, your brother can shoot the video.
So when youre ready."

"How do you want me to do it?"

"It's you that wants the postman to fuck you. You tell
him how you want it done. Oh it's ok, dont be shy,
Ive already told him you like being fucked up the
bum."

So I had to engineer my own fucking!

"Well maybe he could deliver the parcel again, and I
could ask him to carry it in for me? Then maybe he
could force me onto the settee?"

"Sorry. I couldnt let anyone film me doing anything
like that. Someone might think I was raping you."

"Ok. Well if you carry the parcel in, and I start
rubbing your dick through your trousers as youre
walking? Then you could get me on the settee?"

"That sounds ok. Ill do that with you."

"Thats settled then, my horny wife is going to molest
the postman, and then he'll make his delivery up her
pussy."

Well everything was prepared, the postman took his
parcel back outside, and Les and Ted had their cameras
in hand. The door bell rang, and I walked down the hall
to answer it. As I opened the door, the post man handed
me the parcel.

"Oh, that looks heavy. Could you be a darling, and
carry it through for me?"

"Of-course my dear."

In he came, carrying the parcel. As he passed me and
was making his way along the hall; I pressed myself up
close behind him. Then I wrapped both hands around his
waist, and took hold of his dick and balls. Well from
now on I dont think he was acting!

His dick stiffened in my hand, and as soon as we
entered the back room, he slung the parcel into on of
the arm chairs. Then quick as a flash, span around, and
took hold of me. In seconds hed pushed me back onto my
settee, and his hands were up under my skirt, pulling
my panties down. A quick fumble with his belt and
zipper, and he was ramming his dick up my pussy. This
was no loving embrace, and there was no time for any
kind of fore-play. Indeed, if I hadnt just been
fucked, and still had a wet pussy, hed have torn my
insides out! His total fuck lasted no more than three
minutes, and it did absolutely nothing for me. But he
shot his spunk up my pussy, and collapsed in a sweaty
heap pinning me to the settee.

"Bravo! Well my man, what did you think of her?"

The post man picked himself up, and sat on one of the
dining chairs that were still near the end of the
settee.

"She's fucking awesome. Ive had dreams about fucking
her for weeks."

"So now your dream has come true. How would you like to
join us in a three-some?"

"Three-some? What do you mean?"

"Well I guess its actually four. But there will be
three of us fucking her at the same time."

"Jesus! Are you serious? You mean fucking her arse,
pussy and throat, all at once?"

"Youve got it. Are you game?"

"Well what about your wife? Will she go for that?"

"I let her have you as her anniversary present. So this
will be mine. You dont mind do you my dear?"

I knew I had no choice, so I kept up the pretence.

"What ever you want my stud."

"See I told you. She's a real whore. If I told her to
fuck the dog, shed just get on the floor, but if Id
asked her to wash the dishes, shed make any excuse.
But I wouldnt swap her."

"Ok lets go up to the bedroom, we can be more
comfortable there."

With that we all trooped up the stairs, and once in the
bedroom, we started stripping. I cant go into detail
about this session, as within second of them starting
on me, Id just let my inhibitions go. They fucked me
in every position, in every hole, and shot spunk
everywhere. We were up there an hour and a half, and
even then it was only the postman worrying about
getting his van back to the depot, that brought the
session to an end.

Once hed gone, Les and Ted put all their gear in there
car, and with a brief. "Well my dear, that was very
nice for a first meeting. Ill give you a call
tomorrow, and we can arrange another time."

Before I had time to reply, they were walking to their
car, and were gone. Well all I could do was get myself
and the house cleaned-up, then rush around to my moms
to collect baby before my husband arrived back from
work.

My husband was none the wiser about the days events,
and now lying here in bed, all I had to worry about was
Teds phone call tomorrow. Well I guess thats another
story.

END

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