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The story so far:-



Chapter 1 – in pursuit of having a nude oil painting of my wife we end up at a photo studio where she gets a little man handled during the shoot. The sight of other men touching my naked wife turns me on and I decide I want to see more. My wife enjoys the modeling experience and agrees to a second shoot.



Chapter 2 – Shooting a soft boy girl set my wife’s co-star gets her over excited and she ends up giving him a blowjob on camera. I love watching this, and enjoy the after shoot sex.



Chapter 3 – Anna accepts a shoot for an erotic massage service and ends up shagging both the masseurs and being covered in their cream, while I watch it all in glorious technicolour. The photographer tells me about a “gangbang” shoot he is looking for a model for.




Chapter 4



Anna and I left the studio as soon as she was changed, and she was very quiet as we drove home. Not the excited, turned on rampant woman she had been after the last shoot.



So I asked if she was alright and she told me that she was worried about the outcome of the shoot, and what I thought of her after she had let two men have sex with her on camera.



I reassured her about my feelings, and reminded her that I had been sat watching every second of the shoot, and that if I had been unhappy I could have stopped it. I also admitted to her that I had got so hard watching the two masseurs working away on her body. I told her I had enjoyed the experience almost as much as she had.



This seemed to put her mind at rest, and she then relaxed and opened up telling me about how turned on she had become during the shoot and how much she had both wanted and enjoyed the sex. When we arrived back home, we went straight to the bedroom, and made mad passionate love. I wanted her to really know that she would always be the woman for me.



In the aftermath of our lovemaking we returned to the subject of the shoot and she confessed that having two men at once had been a big turn on for her, as she had never been in a situation like that before. She had especially enjoyed having a cock in both her mouth and pussy at the same time.



So I asked her if she would consider another shoot, as Steve had mentioned the possibility to me before we had left the studio. She asked what it would involve, and so I told her, quite honestly, that I only knew that it would involve full sex scenes like today’s shoot, but I didn’t know what the full details were.



She then asked me if I really wanted to see her being shagged by some more men. I again told her that I loved her, I enjoyed watching, but that the decision would have to be hers. So she asked me to find out the details.



I rang Steve the next day and told him that Anna would be happy to do another shoot, and that she understood that it would involve more sex scenes, but that before she would finally agree we needed more details about the shoot.



Steve said that he couldn’t really tell me too much, as the company that produced the video’s just booked his studio and brought their own props on the day, and he was just one of the camera men. All he could confirm is that it was for a gang bang based website, where a woman is coerced into a group sex situation. He said they never tell the models much in advance, to keep the video’s very realistic. He added that the pay for the shoot would be £1,000.



That evening I explained the brief outline to Anna, telling her the shoot was for a website and would be a video shoot where she would end up having sex with more than one man, but that we would only find the full story line on the day of the shoot.



She was a little apprehensive about the lack of detail, but when I mentioned the size of the fee she decided she’d go ahead.



So I rang Steve and confirmed. He said he’d get back to me with the date of the shoot.



Anyway three days later a parcel arrived, addressed to Anna. It contained some clothes, and a note from Steve. The note said that the clothes were for the shoot, and she should be wearing them when she arrived at the location. The shoot was scheduled in two day’s time and would be shot on location at a pool hall, which was obviously closed to the public.



The clothes were smart and tasteful, but damned sexy. A pair of sheer black stockings, with fully fashioned heels and toes, and a seam up the back. A lovely matching bra, knickers and suspender belt set, pale blue, but very light and whispy and most certainly see through. A short kilt style skirt, black and white check, topped off with a blue and white blouse that fastened with three bows up the front, and was cut deep to expose Anna’s breasts, while remaining completely decent. Over and above this the package also contained a set of handcuffs, a 10 inch dildo, and a can of spray cream all in a little carry bag that matched the skirt.



Steve rang me the next day, and told me that when we arrived at the pool hall, I was to go straight to the managers office, where I could watch the whole proceedings on the CCTV and the edit feed from the video camera’s being used. Whereas Anna was to wait in the lobby area where she would be met and given a brief explanation before entering the pool hall.



On the morning of the shoot, Anna put the clothes on, and looked absolutely stunning. I would have happily shagged her on the spot, but we had to get going. She repacked the handcuffs, dildo and whipped cream into the bag, and off we went.



We arrived at the pool hall, and once inside I followed Steve’s instructions, and left Anna in the entrance and went up to the managers office. To my surprise Steve was waiting for me. “I thought you’d be down stairs filming” I said. “No need” he replied “this crew bring their own cameramen, so I’m here to keep you company, and ensure you get a good view” as he closed the door behind me.



There were two sets of four screens, one set for the CCTV, and the other for the feed from the video camera’s. Steve brought up the CCTV covering the reception area, where Anna was patiently waiting. A couple of minutes passed before the door opened and a man walked in. He went straight to Anna and explained that the film they were going to shoot was of a stag night that gets out of hand. He asked her if she was sure she wanted to go ahead, and she nodded her head. He then gave her a document to sign, and told her that once she walked into the pool room itself the door the shoot would start immediately, so she needed to be ready to perform.



She touched up her make up and said she was ready. He pulled the door open for her and as she walked through it he locked it shut behind her.



I was watching the eight screens in front of me, and watched my beautiful wife walk into the pool room, dressed to kill. It was only at this point that I noticed that there were five pool tables in the room with four players at each table and a couple more men at the bar.



“Hey the entertainment’s arrived” one of them shouted, and the whole room stopped playing pool and looked over to the door. Anna walked straight to the center of the room, and asked who the groom was. They pointed out a smartly dressed man – he was about twenty five, and I guess average height.



“Well, lets get this show on the road” she said, putting her bag down on the central pool table. “Lets have a chair in the middle here for the groom, and the rest of you best get sat comfortably too.” A chair was put into the centre of a room, and the others formed a circle around Anna and the groom.



The bar tender changed the CD playing, and that cheesy old stripper music struck up.



Anna started to dance. She was swaying gently to the music, and flicking her skirt about, to give them a glimpse of her stocking tops. She went over to the groom, and straddled him, grinding herself into his lap. As she straddled him, her skirt lifted up her thighs, so her stocking tops were on show to everyone. The groom brought his hands up onto her bottom and puled her tighter into his crotch.



She stood up again and turning away from him bent over to reach down an unfasten the straps of her shoes. This caused the short skirt to rise up exposing her knicker clad bottom to him. He of course took the opportunity to slip his hands up under her skirt and squeeze her cheeks. Kicking her shoes off, she danced around the room, flicking her skirt up to flash her knickers and stocking tops to each and every man in the room.



After completing the circle of the room she returned to the groom, and invited him to unfasten the first of the bows one her blouse. He chose the top on, and the blouse fell open to expose the top of her breasts. She placed her hands on his knees and bent forward towards him. Her blouse fell further open and he was now looking directly at her beautiful breasts. Of course, the other effect of bending forwards like this was that her panty clad bottom was exposed to the men standing behind her.



The groom gripped the second and third bows while she was bent over, and as she stood up they both came undone. The blouse fell open exposing her bra clad breasts to the groom and the room.



Once again she set off around the room, slowly flashing her breasts to all the men, and slowly slipping her blouse off her shoulders and throwing it onto the nearby pool table.



As she approached the groom again she unfastened the little belt holding her skirt together and opened it out before letting it fall to the floor. She stepped straight forward and straddled him again, this time wearing just her bra, knickers, stockings and suspender belt.



The cameramen where each zooming in on different shots. One screen was filled with her bra lad breasts as she pushed them into the grooms face. Another was focusing on her knicker clad bottom and the grooms hands kneading her firm cheeks. While another showed the audience shouting and urging her on.



She was again grinding herself against him as he sat there pulling her tighter towards him. He buried his face between her breasts, and continued to squeeze her arse cheeks.



She pulled away from him, reached down and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, before leaning forward and crushing her bra clad breasts into his now naked chest. Anna stood up, pulling the groom up with her, before kneeling down in front of him and unfastening his trousers. She pulled them down around his ankles, before pushing him back into his seat wearing just his boxer shorts.



One of the camera’s zoomed in on his boxers, and you could see the outline of his hard dick.



Anna then turned around, and sat back on his lap, grinding her knicker clad bottom into his boxer clad erection. He reached round her and grasped her breasts in both hands, giving them a good squeeze for the camera.



Anna jumped up again, and slowly made her way around the room, straddling each of the men there in turn, letting them all have a feel of either her bottom, or her breasts, as she ground her pussy against their crotches.



As she worked her way round she slipped the straps of her bra down and off her arms, and she had the last of the men unclip it, so as she walked back towards the groom she could let it fall away.



Anna straddled him again, and crushed her naked breasts into his naked chest, and he slipped his hands down the back of her knickers to squeeze those cheeks. She leant down, and pulled out the can on spray cream, gave it a quick shake a sprayed a little onto each nipple, before presenting them one after the other for him to suck.



Then she was up again, spraying her nipples with cream as she went right around the room again, letting each man lick the cream from one of her nipples. This time she approached the groom from behind, and reached around him to pull his arms back behind the chair. As he fumbled between her legs, she picked up the handcuffs and clicked them in place. He was now helpless in the chair.



Anna went round to the front of the chair, and facing him, slid the knickers down to expose her pussy hair. Then she turned around, so the other side of the room could see her pussy hair before bending forward and pushing her knickers down and off. As she did this the groom had a perfect view of her pussy lips between her legs.



So now my wife was naked, except for her stockings and suspender belt in a roomful of men. She sat back on the grooms knee, grinding her naked pussy into his lap. The other men in the room were getting very noisy now.



She stood up again, turned to face him, and pulled him to his feet. You could se his rock hard dick straining against the material of his boxer shorts. Anna knelt down in front of him, and slowly peeled his boxers. As she released his dick, it stood to attention inches from he face. She pushed him back into the chair, and spayed cream over his balls and dick before licking it all of. Then she put a little directly onto the head of his cock and slipped her mouth over it, taking his dick deep in her throat before pulling off it again, having sucked all the cream away.



Then she again sat astride him, crushing her breasts against his chest and grinding her pussy against his cock, before lifting herself slightly, grasping his cock and slipping it between her pussy lips. Now she started to fuck him, moving up and down and back and forth, working his cock in an out of her pussy. One of the camera’s zoomed in on her pussy lips, and you could see her juices running down his dick and over his balls. She was so excited.



Some of the other men started to strip off their clothes, but remained seated, watching and wanking as Anna fucked the groom. She kept writhing up and down and round and round, lifting till there was just the tiniest part of his dick resting between her wet pussy lips, before plunging down and forcing his cock deep inside herself.



She fucked him for about ten minutes before lifting herself off him.



“You want to see him come?” she asked. The question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular, but the whole room answered, as they moved closer to Anna.



Again she pulled him to his feet, and kneeling down in front of him she grasped his dick and fed it into her hungry mouth. Working up and down his shaft with her tongue and lips, teasing his dick until his butt cheeks tensed. He was ready to come, and she knew it. So she pulled her head away, and licked at the head of his cock as he erupted, shooting his come into her mouth and over her face.



The final part will follow shortly…

It’s a cool and rainy fall afternoon. I am driving my Camaro down a side street, to avoid the bottleneck of traffic on the Freeway. It’s a winding road through a wooded area, so it is less traveled, but for my commute it is perfect. As I come off a bridge crossing, I hear that familiar BANG and my car becomes VERY difficult to control. I manage to pull over to the side of the road.



“Dammit!” I scream. The right rear tire is riding down on the rim. It’s not the perfect ending to a shitty day. I get out of the car to assess the situation. I have to get the tire changed. This road has no street lights, it will be dark in about 2 hours and not many people will come down the road. Of course it has to be slightly on the chilly side, but I can’t keep my sweater on over my tank top, because it will shrink and get ruined. So I slip it over my head, throw my hair up in a hasty pony tail, kick off my heels, and open the trunk. I quick set out two road flares I have behind me, so people won’t hit me coming around that bend.



I lay the blanket on the ground, as that is all that will shield me from the cold damp ground. I get the jack out of the car and shimmy underneath. (And that is a tight squeeze with a Camaro.) I struggle and curse repeatedly until the jack is in position, and I start to struggle with the crank. Suddenly I hear the gravel cracking behind my car. I, of course, am a little nervous because you just never know.



Foot steps approach from the rear, and I hear, “Do you need some help?” I slide out, not realizing that my skirt is hiking up a little too far showing my pink lace thong.



“Well I am not one to turn down help, especially in these conditions.” You smile and say, “You look really cold.” I notice that my nipples are straining against the flimsy white fabric of my tank top, which is already damp.



I giggle, “Yeah, I guess so.”



“Well let’s get you on your way as fast as we can.”



“Thanks, Hon. Could you grab the tire iron and start loosening the lugs? I will be completely worthless at that, I have no strength”



I slide back under the corner of the car to continue cranking the jack. “Hold On!” you tell me, “It would be easier for me to loosen the lugs with the wheel still on the ground. It will give me more leverage to turn them.”



I slide back out a little and say, “Ok, I can wait. Go ahead.”



I watch as you squat down near the tire and start to turn the lugs. I don’t realize that my skirt has ridden almost completely up and my panties are getting rained on. Well I should say I don’t realize it until I see a giant bulge forming in your khakis. “There. I got them, you can start jacking.”



I decide it’s time to be a little playful. “That’s a loaded statement. Are we still talking about the car?”



I hear you stammer and cough. “Yeah, yeah let’s just sick with the car.”



“Just for now?”



“Yeah, just for now”, you chuckle.



I start turning the crank on the jack. “Jacking up!” I say. I can tell it’s getting to you, because you are adjusting your position on your stance as you combat your natural reaction to my teasing.



I slide back out a little more, my skirt riding way up. “There got to get into a better position. Position is a key element, when jacking a long rod like this.”



I can hear you grunt. “Yeah, I suppose so.”



I say, “My you truly ARE a “Good” Samaritan. You aren’t even reacting to me, or am I making you uncomfortable?”



“No I am good. I just got out of what I thought was a good relationship. She apparently didn’t. So I am little gun shy.”



“No worries.” I look you up and down. “Her loss. I don’t think she was smart letting you go. Your ‘gun’ doesn’t look very ‘shy’ to me at all.” I reach up and give your inner thigh a soft rub as you start to squirm. Slowly I get the jack up and the wheel off the ground. I bring the spare over to you. You make the switch.



“Not often you see a full-sized spare.”



“For what I am paying for this damn car it should come with someone to change it for me.”



“Well I guess it did, now, didn’t it?”



“Yeah, it sure did.” You finish hand-tightening the lug nuts and I lower the car to the ground. I put the old wheel and the jack into the car as you tighten up the lugs. I realize now just how much of a nasty mess I am.



“What do I owe ya?”



“Nothing, just glad I could help ya out.”



“Well at least let me take you out for dinner tonight. I can’t abide not doing something for ya.”



“That is not necessary.”



I put on my sweetest little pouty face. “Please, let me take you out for dinner. You don’t even have to drive anywhere, I will pick you up. What have you got to lose? I promise I look better than this, normally.”



“Oh ok, I guess I can take ya up on that, being I won’t win with you.”



“You sure as shit won’t.” You give me your address and I say I will be there to pick you up around 7:30.



As we are walking apart, I holler out, “Italian or Asian?”



“Italian is just fine with me.”



“You got it babe.”



I race home realizing that I have less than two hours to get myself presentable and be over to your place and pick you up. I get home and whip through the shower as fast as I can. Now comes the hard part. “What to wear? What to Wear?” I start throwing clothes all over my closet until I find exactly what I am looking for: I slip on my naughtiest Victoria’s Secret ensemble. Black lace push up bra; string thong; garter belt; and stockings. I slip my little black dress over my head, and pull it down and into position; smoothing it down all over my body. I do my makeup and my hair.



Now, I face the toughest decision, glasses or contacts? Finally I realize I am out of time. Glasses it is. I throw on my black half jacket and head out. I speed to your house, I love seeing the expression on your face as you take me in. “See, I told ya I look better.”



“You sure do. I feel underdressed.”



“Babe, you are just fine. I hope you really like Italian, because I know a good little place downtown. I know a good place to eat just about anything you want.”



“I look forward to it.” I drive you downtown, and we eat at a nice candlelit, romantic restaurant. The whole time I flirt shamelessly, as I see you as my personal hero.



On the way back I ask, “So how did you like it?”



“It was absolutely wonderful. If you know good places to eat everything, I can’t imagine where you know to eat good Asian food.” You pause, awkwardly. “Ummm, No Offense.”



“None taken. Being Asian, I do have a little inside information. You in the mood for dessert?”



“Yeah, why not, but it will be my treat this time.”



“Oh no, I insist. Trust me.”



As we drive down that familiar road on which we went, you ask, “Where is it?”



“Oh, not far.” We pull up to my house, and up to my garage.



“Where are we?” you ask.



“This is my place. I serve up the best dessert in town.” I lead you in and offer you a chair and a drink. “I got scotch, beer, or brandy.”



“I will take a beer. Scotch is too expensive, and I am not too big a fan of Brandy.”



I giggle, “Me either, ever since she stopped stripping, Brandy’s been a bitch.” I think to myself “DUMBASS! That was stupid!” But I hear you chuckle.



“Sorry, that was corny.”



“No I thought it was funny.” I bring you your drink, and I sit down on your lap after starting the stereo. I give you a quick kiss on the cheek. You seem to be a little nervous.



“So this dessert, you talk about?”



I slip off my half jacket. “Well I thought it could be a bit more of an intimate dessert if you don’t mind.” I caress your thigh.



“I don’t know. I am on a strict diet.”



“Well baby, you wanted to know where the best place was to eat Asian. So here I am.”



I stand up and lift my dress up over my head. Letting you see all of Victoria’s glory. I kneel down and unzip your fly and reach my fingers through your fly. I slowly stroke on your cock.



“I figured this dessert is the best in town.”



“Well the presentation is phenomenal.”



I slowly suck your cock into my mouth and bob my head up and down. Your hands are in my hair as I slide my bra straps off my shoulders. You take my cue and unhook me in the back, and my tits spill free. I keep bobbing up and down on you.



“MMM this feels so good. I am so glad I stopped to help you. But, you promised me an ‘Asian Dessert’ now didn’t you?” I stand up and let you pop out of mouth slowly. You reach up and slide my thong down over my stockings and garters. I lean you back, kick off my heels, and stand up tall on the arms of the chair. I brace my hands against the wall, and squat like a catcher over your face.



I moan as I feel your mouth clamp on to my clit. The waves of electricity fill my body as you eat me. “Better than any fortune cookie, huh?”



“Mom-hmm” you moan. I grind my pussy on your face until I can no longer stand it. I climb down off the chair, and slide everything off my coffee table. I assume the Doggy-Style position. I see you shed your clothes all the way and position yourself behind me. I scream and moan with pleasure as I feel you press into me.



“FUCK!” I scream as you grab my hips with your left hand and pull my hair with your right hand. You fill me so completely as I push back to your every thrust. You moan and groan as I buck into you.



“I can’t hold back anymore. Your pussy is just too good. I have to pull out!”



“Don’t you fucking dare! You fill my pussy and you fill it now!”



With that I clamp my pussy around you and feel you shoot your big load into me. It scalds my pussy deeper and deeper. Then I know you got it all the way in there. We both moan and pant with exhausted pleasure.



You ask, “Was it good for you?”



“No complaints here. I wouldn’t’ mind having seconds sometime.”



“Anytime you want. But only if I can have your number?”



“Seems a bit cliché at this point, but of course. Don’t pull out of me yet. Just let me enjoy the feeling of you softening and slipping out of me.”



“Anything you want baby.”



“Has that helped you get over old what’s her name?”



“Who do you mean?”



“Good Boy!”



As we enjoy the feeling of our merged bodies, there is a sudden flash, and someone says, “Say Cheese!” you see a blonde in the doorway with a camera. She says, “There I got it! Perfect finish to a perfect shoot.”



You stammer, “What the Fuck?!?”



I calm you, “Don’t worry. She’s my Roommate.”



“What the hell is she doing taking pics of us having sex?!?”



“Shh, hun. She is my insurance policy. I don’t want you thinking that I am just a one night stand. She holds on to those until we determine you treat me well.”



I hand you a card with a website address on it. “There are 14 galleries on there of guys who thought they could treat me like shit. I make a little over two grand a month off the site. I really don’t want to add a 15th gallery. I would rather let the domain go away. So make sure to be nice.”



“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t. You are too gorgeous, fun and sexy.”



“Good answer. And if you are a good boy. Some night she can just set up the tripod with the remote clicker.” I wink at you and smile, devilishly.

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