Freebie Ch. 01

It is difficult for me to now explain, but the whole experience of a professional set with bright lights, dresser to assist and preen, and a photographer with such a reassuring manner; they all worked together to melt my apprehension, and replace it with an inner glow of confidence. So strong was this self-belief, as the underwear got scantier, and even when I was expected to model the last few outfits which were just skimpy thongs, meaning I would be topless; I still walked out on set. Even if I did need a small silk shawl around my shoulder the first time I walked out with naked breasts. But once on set and the shooting re-started, I again just proudly displayed my body. And continued to do so with all the remaining thongs.

I left his house feeling so proud of myself, not only for overcoming my shyness to protect my husband, but I also a felt I'd displayed, if only to Graham, that I had a body as good as his professional models. Again that evening, as Gerry came home I wanted to tell him all about my day, but knowing my Gerry, this was obviously not something he'd understand, even if I had been drawn into it by his stupidity. One thing was noticeable though, was Gerry didn't bring any freebies home, but I never ventured to ask, and he didn't mention anything about the talk Graham had said his foreman had been going to deliver.

The next morning, I wasn't expecting to go back to Graham's studio, but he had said if he got time he might try to call round to show me some of the results of the days shooting, but no time was mentioned. I went shopping around nine, and when I arrived home around ten-thirty, Graham's car was parked in the street out side our house. As I got closer, I could see it wasn't just Graham inside, but it looked like he had another man with him. As I approached my front gate, they began to get out of the car, and the man from the passenger seat, who was a total stranger to me; took the bags of shopping from my hands, and followed me towards my front door.

Once I'd opened the door, I just ushered them both inside, and after the stranger had put my bags down in the kitchen, we all made our way into the front living room, and sat down. The stranger sat in the arm chair by the fireplace, and Graham sat on the sofa. As he did so, he patted the empty space on the sofa to one side of him, saying,

"Come on, room for a little one."

I turned and backed myself down, and as soon as I was seated, he moved up close alongside me, making contact leg against leg. Graham opened a folder on his knee and began to produce photos, placing them on my lap.

I know this sounds so boastful, but I'm telling you my honest feelings. And as I saw these pictures, my heart began to swell with pride. It was only the fact I know I was there, that made it believable that I was the model. I looked stunning. Yes I know the clothes give the first impression, but the way they made-up my hair and every other part of my body, I just looked so elegant. Gradually the photo's moved on to the clothes with revealing splits or ones cut to deliberately show off my underwear. Even with these total strangers looking at photos showing so much of my body, I still felt a sense of pride. Then as they began to look at the underwear shots, and the almost naked thongs, I did feel my face beginning to burn.

But as the remarks they were making were all complimentary, I soon began to feel that even these were worthy of maybe a little pride. When Graham had shown the last of his selection, he asked,

"Well. It wasn't so bad was it?"

I didn't need to think of my reply, I instantly answered,

"It was like a dream. I'd never have believed I could do it. And your make-up girls made me look so good; I could hardly believe it was me."

"So no regrets?"

"Oh no. But you have to promise me nobody will ever see any of those photos, especially the ones in the underwear."

"Nobody? But we've both seen them."

"Well yes. But I mean they won't be on a calendar, or in any kind of book. If my Gerry ever knew I'd done anything like that, he'd kill me."

"I guess you could say that is one of the reasons I've brought Peter around with me."

"What is?"

"Well the calendar idea, I'm not too sure about that now. But seeing how you look in the underwear, it brought another idea to mind. I have a couple of friends who own a lingerie company, and Peter here is their marketing man. They sell most of their lines through home parties. I'm sure you know the kind of thing?"

I nodded.

"They are normally run by women for women. But we were thinking that being as Christmas is on its way. There is a vast market out there for men who want to buy sexy lingerie for their lady friends', but time or shyness prevents them from going into normal shops. They aren't invited to parties run by women. But if we were to host parties for selected business men, and display the wear on a delectable model, I'm sure we'd make a killing."

They were both looking intently at me, but the thought of what he was proposing didn't appeal at all.

"What do you think, we could say maybe ten parties would be pay back for all the thieving your husband has done?"

"I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"I couldn't model that kind of revealing stuff in front of a group of strange men."

"But you modelled for me yesterday."

"That was different."

"Well that does disappoint me."

"I'll do your calendar."

"I told you, I've gone off that idea."

"I'll do it wearing just that little micro thong from yesterday, without wearing a top. So long as my face is covered, that is."

"No. The calendar idea is dead now. What about if you let both of us fuck you right now?"

My head almost exploded! I instantly went red with embarrassment, and a fear ripped into my tummy as I realised just how unsafe I was sitting here with two men I hardly knew. I began to try to get to my feet, I felt sick with fear.

He reached his hand onto my shoulder and as he eased me back to the sofa,

"Hey, what's wrong? I was only joking you. Come on, we wouldn't force you to do anything like that."

I looked at him, still trembling with fear,

"Please don't say things like that. I I thought you meant it."

"Don't be silly. I didn't do anything yesterday. Did I?"

"No."

"Tell you what, you enjoyed posing for me. Didn't you?"

"Yes."

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled from it the skimpy thong I'd just referred to, the one I'd modelled yesterday. He took hold of my hand and placed the thong into it, folding my fingers closed. The thong was so minute, even in my tiny hand the thong was almost invisible. I shook visibly as I heard him tell me,

"You go out there and slip this on, and then come back and let Peter see what you look like."

"Please don't."

"Don't what?"

"I I can't. You know I can't."

"I think you can. You wouldn't want your Gerry to see any of these pictures. Now would you? Come on, I saw you in it yesterday; so letting Peter see you in it should be no big deal. After all, you've just offered to model this for a calendar that would be ogled by thousands of men."

"If I do this, does this payoff Gerry's debt?"

"You are joking."

"So what's in it for me?"

"I just told you. I won't show Gerry these pictures, or anybody else for that matter. Come to think of it; I bet your mom and dad, or their neighbours might be interested in seeing them."

The knot of fear again gripped my tummy, as the thought of my parents, or worse still their neighbours seeing me in those poses.

"Please, I beg you."

"Well I'm not asking much. Peter here has driven a long way, on my say so, just to see you. And now you're acting like a schoolgirl. Just be a good girl and go put that on. If you feel uneasy posing downstairs where people might be able to see into your windows, just give us a call when you're ready, and we'll come up to your bedroom. That way you won't need to draw the curtains; nobody can see into your room up there."

It was obvious I had to comply with his wishes, so I got to my feet and made my way up to my bedroom where after locking the door I undressed, and put the skimpy little thong in place. I say in place, because you could hardly call it wearing it. It was just a narrow triangular strip of thin silky material about four centimetres at the widest part, tapering to nothing at the narrow end over a length of no more than five centimetres; held in place at the front of my crotch with a narrow ribbon. Yesterday, the dresser helped me, and I'd stood there open legged while she made sure it was strategically placed to cover the necessary area. But now using a mirror, I could see that no matter where I positioned it, it only served to cover the centre of my vagina, leaving the outer lips bulging from either side.

It was obvious yesterday when I saw the thing hanging on the rack, that I would be exposing myself. But, I'd just gone with the flow of the whole event. And even today, looking at the results of yesterdays shoot, as I mentioned earlier; their complimentary remarks made me feel proud, if somewhat nervous about my revelation. But now; knowing once I call them up, there wouldn't be any camera or impersonal posing. It would be me posing for two men to look and mentally devour every centimetre of my flesh. But as the alternative was for my Gerry to see the pictures from yesterday, I knew I had no choice.

I walked to my bedroom door, pulled back the little bolt and as I opened it and went to step out onto my landing to call down the stairs to Graham and Peter, I almost jumped out of my skin. They were both standing there just outside my door. Before I'd even regained my composure, they were moving towards me, and I was backing into my room. By the time I was alongside my bed, Graham had reached behind me, and as I felt his hand touching my bottom I stopped. Then as I stopped, he brought his other hand up to cup my naked breast.

"Come on mate, you take the other one."

I tried to make a protest,

"Please don't do that."

But they took absolutely no notice, and in seconds, Peter had taken up Graham's invitation, and he was at my other side, with his hand cupping my other breast.

"Please no. I only agreed to model the costume. Please no touching."

"Don't be silly. Anybody would think you were a twelve year old behind the bike sheds. Just relax; we're only having a bit of fun."

I reluctantly just stood there, with them both fondling a breast apiece, when Peter said,

"Jesus Graham, I'm getting a stiffy."

"You're not the only one. And by the feel of this nipple, we're not the only ones getting turned on. I bet her snatch is getting moist as well."

"Please stop now; I've let you have a feel. If he wants to see the costume, let me just model it for him, and then I'll get myself dressed again."

"What say you Pete, do you want to check out the goods?"

"I'd rather she took care of this cock of mine."

"You heard him. How about a quick blow job before you show-off your goodies?"

"No. I'm not doing anything like that. I didn't even want to let you touch me, but I've gone that far, and I'm going no further."

"You won't fuck, and now you're telling me you won't even blow us. I don't think you understand just how serious a mess your Gerry has got himself into."

"I know all about that, but I'm not turning myself into a prostitute."

"Ok. It's obvious you're a nice girl who doesn't go in for this kind of thing everyday, but a blow job is nothing."

"I couldn't. If I put my mouth on your thing, I could never kiss my Gerry again, it just wouldn't be right."

"Well one way or another, you'll have to relieve both of our dicks, or your Gerry is going to be experiencing prison food."

"Please don't say that."

All of this time they'd both been continuing their manipulation of my breasts, and Peter had also moved his other hand down behind me, and was stroking down over my bottom and gradually each stroke had been making its way deeper under my crotch. Just at that moment, his finger tip had reached the entrance to my pussy, and I squirmed my hips forwards in an attempt to prise him away. But Graham's hand was stroking my pubic bulge from the front, and all I succeeded in doing was to remove Peter's finger, and replace it with Graham's.

"Come on, you can't pretend you're not getting excited by the thought of it. I can feel how wet your snatch is."

"Please, let me get dressed now."

"Ok. You heard her Pete."

As Graham spoke he let go of me and stepped back one pace. Then as Peter looked and saw what he had done, he slowly and somewhat begrudgingly copied Graham.

"So is that your last word? You want me to take this video stuff to the police station?"

"No, you know I don't."

"Ok my last offer. Take our dicks out, get back on the bed, and you can wank us while we play with your snatch."

I couldn't see Gerry go to prison, and if rubbing their cocks was the price; then I decided I'd have to pay. But I knew if I allowed them free access to my pussy, I would be susceptible to my own desires, and the whole thing could end up with a major fucking session.

"I'll wank both of you, and you can have me on my back on the bed, and fondle the top half of my body, but no touching down there."

"No can do. I said that was my final offer. So unless you're going to play ball, I guess you'd better be prepared to loose your husband for a few years."

Then Peter interrupted,

"Hang on Graham. She's agreed to wank us, so let's just give her a break."

"Well if you're happy with that. I just thought you wanted to get inside her snatch?"

"Obviously I still do. But after all, she's a married woman; and she has agreed to work off this errection."

"Ok Mary, looks like Pete here has taken pity on you. So first of all you get our pants off, then we'll have you on the bed."

I looked across to Peter, and said, a quiet,

"Thank you."

And then I began to loosen Graham's belt. As I did, he removed his tie; both of them must have removed their jackets down stairs. As I started to lower his trousers, he was taking off his shirt, and so was Peter. So once I'd removed Graham's trousers, he stood there naked, apart from his socks. Then I turned and began to undo and lower Peter's trousers to the floor.

Now we were all as good as naked. That is they were both still wearing socks. And me with only a slip of material about the size of an iPod that was called a thong. At this point I backed myself up to the bed and was about to lift myself back onto it. But Graham took hold of my shoulder and as he turned me around,

"No my dear, we want you up on your hands and knees."

Although I'd agreed to lie on my back, it didn't seen to make much difference which way up I was, so up I climbed, and they each climbed up one either side. As I was on my hands and knees, I couldn't see how I was expected to be able to wank their dicks. I sat myself back onto my own legs, so I was now in a kneeling position.

A hand pressed into the middle of my back, as Graham's said,

"No my dear, I want you back down there, I want to be able to see your snatch as it gets all excited."

I didn't resist his pressure, but now back with hands supporting my weight, I asked,

"How am I supposed to wank you?"

"Patience my dear. We'll let you get to play with our cocks soon enough."

With that they each resumed their breast fondling, and the arousal they had started while playing with me whilst we were standing by the bed, was instantly re-kindled. Graham moved himself around towards my head, reaching under me to hold and fondle one breast, but he was also knelt down low, and he brought his face up to mine, and started to kiss my cheek. He slowly moved around placing kisses from one ear across to the other, and covering all parts of my face in between. I resisted the kisses as he approached my lips, but as he was also using his open palm to caress and stroke my hair and neck, after a few minutes of this tender handling I could taste his tongue as my mouth began to accept his eager lips. Once my resistance had been thwarted, my pent-up passion just exploded, and our tongues danced in each others juices.

I'm not exactly sure at what point I became aware of Peter's hands stroking the inside of my legs. But as Graham fuelled my arousal with his tongue, the effects became obvious as my hips began a spontaneous humping motion. I was aware of my action, but appeared either unwilling or unable to stop myself. I know that this was the point at which my movements trapped the intruding hand as it tried to gain access to my crotch area. And I guess it was my state of arousal, which gave Peter the confidence to take his part of my stimulation to the next level.

I hadn't noticed his hand was no longer working my breast, but I did feel the pressure as he used both of his hands, gripping my legs tightly just below the knees, as he spread my legs open wide. Whilst his hands still restrained my legs I felt what was instantly recognisable as his tongue as he lapped the exposed lips of my pussy, first one side then the other. My first deliberate action was to try to pull my mouth from Graham's. But he was far too strong, and my attempt was futile. But worse was my involuntary reaction to his licking. I felt my tummy clench, and as it drew in, it pushed my whole genital area, bulging it into Peter's face.

This he took as an endorsement of his method, and he released my legs, giving him a free hand to pull the meagre thong clear. Then he began to devour my clit; sucking, rolling it around, and even a light nipping and tugging. Once he'd homed in on the approach that gave the best response, he relentlessly worked back and forth between rolling my bulging button, and then curling his own tongue which he then pushed as deep up inside me as he could. Then it would withdraw, unfurling as it slowly slipped out; to return to my eager clitoris. This onslaught of stimulation took me to heights of arousal the like of which I'd never experienced.

And then as Peter's tongue slipped from my hole but didn't arrive at my waiting clit, I felt his hands taking hold of my waist. It was at this point as I waited for the inevitable; that I realised somewhere in this journey of discovery, Graham's cock had replaced his tongue, and he was now gripping both of my breasts as he thrust his cock hard at my throat. Then I felt it. Peter's cock! As it touched my hole, my tummy again clenched, and this drove my hips back. My hole opened as his cock plunged in to the depth of my reflex thrust, but just this first few inches stretched my hole open wider than it had ever known. I tried to let out a cry, but the cock in my mouth just pushed deeper and began to enter my wind-pipe.

Then his hands released my hips and I felt him take hold of a handful of my hair. He just tugged gently, and at the same time gave a steady push. I could feel it slowly swelling my tummy as it entered uncharted territory, making its own path as it drove deeper and deeper inside me; not unlike the relentless advance of a gang of bodyguards, as they escort a celebrity through a dense crowd of photographers. Eventually I could feel his groin as it made contact with my bottom, and at that point I knew I taken his full length. From then on the whole event just took on a new dimension, I knew both of them were pumping, one at each end of my body, but that very same body of mine was experiencing sensations at such a level and frequency, I just lost all conscious control.

I had several of what up until this point in my life I'd called orgasms, but all the time there was something else I couldn't explain building inside my tummy. Something I'd never before experienced. They both fucked for what seemed an hour, but I guess in reality couldn't have been more than quarter of that time. And then Peter pulled hard on my hair, almost lifting my head off Graham's cock, and at the same time, his strokes which up until now had been long steady thrusting, became erratic. Then as he thrust what I could feel was his first load of cum, he ripped my hair backwards violently.