Future of Porn

“**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven’t read the others, or it’s been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!

Thanks for reading the series….hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**”

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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I’d find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I’m leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, “what am I going to do with this creature beside me?” A second, stronger inner voice simply replied “whatever you want to.”

I turned to look at the woman sitting next to me; she was half-curled into the seat, trying to sleep for the short trip to the Holiday Inn. Her new sundress was slightly wrinkled from their last escapade in the mall ride, her posture making it wrinkle a little worse. Her legs were tucked up to her chest and her ass was cocked just enough in the seat to show just the barest hint of her red, swollen lips peaking out between her thighs. My mouth watered as he took in that delicious and thoroughly fucked little pussy of hers and my dick twitched over the sight of our cum still coating her crotch and the backs of her thighs with a thin white film. The salty-sweet taste of that hot little box still coated my tongue as well; I savored it as it started to fade from my taste buds.

My eyes drifted off my new companion and back to the road. It was good timing on my part, too; I was starting to drift off into on-coming traffic. I jerked the car quickly to avoid an accident with some high-schooler in a Metro and the motion snapped Chrysta back to consciousness. She yawned a cute little yawn and stretched out in the seat, replacing the view of her tired sex with miles of long tanned leg. Our eyes met after drifting lazily up each other’s body, both of us still in an eye-glazed state of euphoria after the day of sex with a complete stranger.

“Didn’t mean to be sleeping,” she said quietly and blushed a little. “Must have wore me out,” she added and bit her lower lip. Chrysta sat back in her seat and pulled her dress down into place, smoothing it over the tops of her thighs and stomach. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were still rock hard and were working with the lithe body under that sundress to do their best imitation of tents. I laughed a little bit and stole my gaze from her back to the road. A light on the dash pulled my eyes down to the instrument panel and I saw my “low fuel” light on.

“I’d better get some gas before we go out tonight,” I said apprehensively. I wanted to get back to the hotel and take a nap; all the sex for the day was more than taking its toll on me.

“We’re still going out?” Chrysta said excitedly. She bounced up in the seat, sitting a little straighter. She smoothed her dress down over her tummy and lap and frowned. “But, Jim…” she started. I raised my hand and cut her off.

“No buts. We can have your dress laundered at the hotel and it’ll be ready to go. Maybe we can take a nap in the mean time…I think we wore each other out,” I said patiently, ending with a grin.

“Mmmm, not me. My little pussy’s sore, but I could sure go for feeling more cum in it,” she said, her fading nipples springing back to life. I shook my head and sighed happily. “I was happy you came in the valet at the hotel, but I so much rather would have loved to feel you cuming in this,” she added, arching her ass up off the seat and pulling her sundress up past her waist. It looked like she was wearing a t-shirt by the time she was done. She spread her legs, her cum-matted tuft of red fur split by the top of her pussy lips, spread open and ready. The smell of spent cum and hot juicy cunt filled the car even stronger than it was before.

“You should have told me. My first load wouldn’t have been on your face then,” I said, my dick stretching in my pants.

“Oooh, but Jim,” she said, sulking in the seat next to me, her hands tickling her thighs. “I only did what you told me. I am yours, after all,” she said, those beautiful eyes staring into mine and her lower lip sucking in to be bitten by those perfect teeth again. I tore my gaze from her once again as we approached the gas station. It was fairly busy there today; I looked quickly and didn’t see any kids present, and I was extremely happy that they had a full-service pump.

Chrysta started to close her legs but I stopped her, putting my hand on her knee. She looked at me in surprise and then her face turned to a devilish, sexy little grin.

“Keep those legs open, I want you to tease every man who comes to the window. If they take their dick out, make them cum in your pussy,” I said, my hand running down to stroke her abused pussy lips, carefully avoiding her clit and the entrance to her cunt.

“But Jim,” Chrysta moaned under my tease. “What if they want to cum other places?” she asked, batting her eyes and pushing her tits up so her pert nipples were hidden but her tempting areolas were visible.

“I said in your pussy. If your little cunt is hungry for cum, then you’ll have it,” I said, pulling the car into the full-service pump station. I parked the car and got out, looking back to see Chrysta rolling the window down. I watched for a brief second before walking to the station to pay and get a soda and my eyes were treated to the pleasure of watching her maul her tits through her dress with one hand and watched her softly strum the expanse of her pussy with the other, raking her nails down it softly, making herself shiver. She looked up, her eyes burning into mine for an instant before I smiled and walked into the store.

While there, I used the bathroom, cleaned myself up a bit, and looked around through all the knick-knack touristy crap that they were trying to sell. I checked the clock and I’d been in there almost 15 minutes. The place was dead for the moment so I walked to the counter.

“I need to pay for this and the fuel at the full-service pump,” I said flatly. The girl working behind the counter turned red instantly and she looked around nervously.

“Um, the full-service pump?” she asked nervously, her voice cracking slightly. She rang my soda through and started pushing buttons on her register. Her eyes shot up to something behind a large sign over the counter. I could only guess that it was a security monitor. “The…uh….technician is just finishing now,” she said, a light sweat breaking out on her face. It was just too damn funny and I had to try not to laugh. She rang me up and I paid and got out of there. A kid in the station’s uniform shirt was moving away from the vehicle, trying to not look at me and acting very conspicuous. Chrysta had her door open and her legs spread, a huge glob of cum drooling out of her freshly-fucked pussy, down her ass, and soaking into what looked like a lake on the seat. As I got closer I saw that it was actually running down the seat as well and was soaking into the carpet.

“Hi, Jim!” Chrysta said, beaming. She closed her legs and swung them in the car, shutting the door just as I made it around the pumps.

“Holy shit, you really did get the full service pump, didn’t you!” I said, looking at the wet mess of her sloppy cunt. She laughed a little as we pulled away, slapping her pussy, splattering cum in a spray.

“You better believe it,” she moaned, closing her legs. I looked her over from top to bottom and sighed, my cock rock hard in my pants. Between the day of fucking and the tight material, it was getting really cramped in there and I couldn’t wait to release it. “I’ll tell you all about it when we get to the room,” she said, kissing me softly on the cheek. The kiss gave me warm feeling, the impending story gave me a twitching throbbing cock.

Chrysta noticed it jumping at her and started stroking it softly through my pants. I sighed happily and we pulled into the hotel, leaving the car at the valet parking station again. I really did wonder if I was going to get to see the Indian girl again tonight or if she was just jerking us around.

“First thing’s first,” I said after I opened her door for her. She gave me her hand and I listened to the seat squish as she stood up from it. Huge gobs of cum rolled out of her and down her legs.

“Ohhh, I love that feeling,” she sighed. “Do you know how hard I had to try to not cum when those guys were fucking me? I didn’t want to squeeze a single drop out. I love the feeling of hot cum in me, Jim,” she said as we walked into the lobby. Several faces turned our direction and turned away in disgust or simply stared in disbelief as we walked past. The desk clerk was at full attention, taking in the sight of the lovely creature before him, covered in what looked like donut glaze from the waist down.

“Do you have a laundry service here?” I asked. The clerk nodded, trying to keep his eyes focused on me. “Good. We need this dress laundered for tonight, and the sooner you can get it up to our room, the better. Room 614. Got that?”

The attendant nodded in compliance. I looked at Chrysta and she began to untie her dress in the back and with that done quickly and unceremoniously, she pulled her dress up and off.

Time stopped. Here was a hitch hiker that I picked up this morning. I was tired, she was tired, so we got a hotel and we established who’s in charge. She stripped for me, sucked me off, and I shot my load all over her face and tits. She got my cum licked off her by the valet girl, her pussy eaten and finger fucked and she watched me impale the valet and cum in her while she was talking about eating her own mother’s pussy. We went to the mall for some clothes for dinner tonight. She was extremely dirty and slutty and we fucked inside a kid’s ride, completely sealed off from the outside world, if only for a few minutes. We got gas, and she had I didn’t know how much cum in her, leaking down her legs, from how many guys besides the load coating her thighs from the ride in the mall.

Which brings us back to the present. We’re in the lobby of a holiday in. People are around, walking in from meetings, walking out to God only knows where, walking to their rooms after having just checked in. This beautiful, sexy, dirty, slutty, submissive, teasing, sensuous redheaded, cum-coated, sore-pussied, tanned, toned, and stacked creature just took the only stitch of clothing off. Her thighs were spread and cum was almost to the dripping point as large globs ran along her slit. Her thighs were sticky with the stuff, strings of her juice and the huge loads of spunk she’d accepted at the gas station were forming a spider-web of cum just under her cunt.

I was speechless. The clerk was speechless. Chrysta handed the man her dress and he took it, not caring that he just got a handful of cum from the bottom hem. Chrysta kissed me on the cheek and it was then that I realized I was staring open mouthed, too. She walked away toward the elevator, her thighs closed again, rubbing on each other as that sexy ass swung, trying to keep from dripping on the carpet. I followed after a few steps, preferring to follow the delectable view in front of me.

We walked past a couple that looked like newly weds, the husband’s mouth was open, his eyes glued to her pussy as she walked toward him and her ass as she walked away. The woman was staring too, her gaze drifting back and forth between my naked cum-drenched toy and her husband. I walked past and nodded to them, trying not to laugh. Chrysta and I made it to the elevator with her waiting after pushing the button and I trying to not laugh. We made it inside the glass elevator and just as the doors closed we heard the wife slap her new husband.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said, staring at her. Another thick roll of cum issued forth from her pussy and she shivered with the feel of it. Her nipples were hard as iron pokers and she was blushing from head to toe.

“Neither can I! What did you do to me, Jim? I wasn’t like this when I woke up and started walking this morning,” she purred. Her hands started massaging her aching nipples, putting on a show for everyone in the glass elevator. Every set of eyes that saw us froze, not breaking their image until we were safely inside the room.

“Drink it,” I said, motioning to her still-leaking pussy. I grabbed a glass from the sink and handed it to her. “Drink it all. I want to see every drop from your thighs and from inside your dirty little pussy in that glass,” I said. She sat on the arm of the couch, a demure grin on her face. Her legs slowly spread, exposing and opening her jizz slicked thighs. She ran a finger at a time from her knee to her crotch, careful not to touch her red swollen pussy, saving that for last.

Each thigh took five passes, first one down the left, then the right, then the left, until all of it had been scraped up. She wiped her finger on the edge of the tumbler and when she was done, she slowly sucked her finger in her mouth, sucking it like a cock. She pulled it out each time with a pop, sometimes darting her tongue over its tip before it returned to its task. When she was done with that there was a thick dollop in the glass, probably half of a shot glass worth.

Her fingers went to her now trembling quim and did the same thing, this time taking a finger tip at a time, making circles around her quivering mound. Each time she passed her pussy, her ass would leak a little more of my cum from the mall, each time, she’d scoop that up and put that in the cup, too. After all that tantalizing flesh was cleaned up, she pushed the cum out of her fiery bush down onto the top of her pussy.

The glass went under her, resting against the twin globes of her tight ass. Her other hand opened her pink core up, the sound hitting my ears in the room, breaking the silence. The sloppiness of that cunt is still beyond me. Only in gangbang movies had I seen a pussy that covered in fresh jizz. I felt my dick throb heavily, wanting desperately to feel that tight velvet glove around it again. My pants came off and my rod swung out in front of me, all nine-inches red from fucking all day, but every inch was anxious to go again. Chrysta’s stomach rippled and she licked her lips when she saw it come out for her. Her inner muscles contracted at the same time and a huge roll of cum came out of her, doubling what was in the glass before.

She started to rub her lips in little circles, wiping the white spunk off her ruby red pussy. She’d twitch delightfully every time she accidentally bumped her clit, a little extra squirt shooting into the glass from her now constantly drooling pussy.

“Jim, I need to….” she started to pant, her hips bucking involuntarily, trying to get her fingers to contact her little clit. “I have to…” she moaned out again. “Can I?” she begged a breath later.

“Cum for me,” I said, my hand stroking my cock very slowly. Her eyes were locked on my fingers gently grasping my shaft, slowly rising and falling. Her glazed eyes rolled shut and her finger moved to her clit. Chrysta’s whole body shook with the orgasm that rocked her. For a second I thought she was going to drop the glass, but she managed to hold it in place as her body jerked and spasmed.

Her fingers were a blur, her pussy was actually squirting cum into the glass. Most of it was hers, but the last of the day’s worth of sex came out of her pussy and loaded more sticky fluid into the glass. It made me want to cum just watching it, but I held out. I wanted to fuck her once more tonight, but I knew I’d have to wait for a 4th load for the day.

Chrysta started calming down on the couch, her pussy still pushing little squirts of cum out into the glass. Her fingers left her bright red clit and pussy and she held her self up on the arm of the couch, leaning back onto her free hand. When her pussy stopped convulsing a few seconds later, she brought the glass up and rested it on a trembling thigh.

“Ooooh, I’ve wanted to do that since we got out of the ride at the mall. I wanted to have your cock back in me sooo bad, Jim,” she crooned out, her tired eyes opening slightly. Her little pink tongue licked her lips. She held up the glass of cum and giggled. Between her creaming cunt and the spunk from the gas station, the thing was almost full. Not all of it made it into the glass though, and I could see that her hand was slick and shiny from some that either splashed out or just missed the glass completely.

“Oops,” she giggled. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she lapped the jizz up like a cat, moaning softly and damn near purring as she cleaned her hand and the side of the glass. It took her a while to get all the cum off and my dick was throbbing and jumping in my hand, trying like hell to add to it. If I’d have had any left in me, I probably would have.

“That’s a lot of cum, Chrysta, how many guys did you fuck?” I said, in partial disbelief.

“Ummm, three. There was the full service guy, and believe me, I got the full service! He tried so hard to make me cum, and I tried so hard not to! Oooh, Jim, he was sooo good,” Chrysta started. She sat up on the arm of the chair and idly started stroking her breasts, starting with the rounded globe of flesh, completely ignoring the nipple. I had to stop stroking my dick. Between listening to her tell this story, watching her keep playing with herself, and the show that I just got, I’d have been done for the rest of the night.

“He was soooo good with everything, Jim. His cock wasn’t as long as yours, but it was a little thicker. It wasn’t better, but it was different, and I liked it! I squeezed and milked his hard dick with my cunt until he shot his cum all over inside me. That was the biggest load, Jim,” Chrysta said, her hands not pinching her nipples alternately. Her tongue came out to lick her lips and her body quivered.

“I didn’t know how long you’d be gone, so I asked him if there were any more co-workers that wanted to cum in my well-fucked pussy. I told them that I was being allowed to get as much as I wanted until you came back out of the store. He said he might be able to find someone, and he shot his load into my slutty pussy. It was a big load, too, Jim. Just feeling all of that hot white cum shooting into me made me feel dirtier and slutier, but I loved it!”

My dick was raging, my blood was pumping, and I was excited as hell. I could picture her, one leg spread through the open window of the open car door, the other braced against the gas pump, baring her well-fucked pussy to the world, enjoying the soft summer breeze caressing her cunt as the sun warmed it while some guy was pumping shot after shot into her pussy. What’s more, she was asking for more! I never wanted to fuck her that bad at that moment as I did right then.

However, it was right then that there was a knock on the door. I motioned for Chrysta to get it, and she paused her story, almost jumping up, her firm tits jiggling deliciously. She stood at the door, hips cocked, her glass of cum raised like a martini, and the door opened. Not surprisingly, it was our little bellhop from before. She saw Chrysta and her eyes lit up and then smoldered into glazed lust. There was silence between the two as they stood there, their eyes slowly drinking in every inch of each other’s bodies.

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.