Cindy's Last Striptease Ch. 02

Cindy's body shook; making the camera tremble along with her body, prompting Vic to squeeze her breasts together around the recording device to hold it more steadily in place. Cindy's knees began to bend as tension mounted in her body. She dug her heels into the carpet as she felt her pussy throb with intense pleasure.

"Oooh!" she moaned, realizing her face was inches from Vic's but feeling too aroused by Simon's cock to mind. She bent her knees further, until her ankles were within reaching distance of her hands and she grabbed them, pulling her legs as far apart as she could spread them to allow Simon to plunge as deep inside her as he desired.

He accepted the invitation with enthusiasm, and pumped his swollen member between her spread-open legs and into the wet abyss of pleasure that awaited him. Cindy moaned louder and louder, and soon even the boob-grip on the camera was not enough to keep it steady, but Vic let the scene unfold all the same.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!" she called, and her body broke into orgasm. A long, steady breath escaped from her lips and her belly settled. The camera viewframe settled into place, and as Simon withdrew his leaking cock from the wet pussy where it had emptied itself, Vic called "cut."

* * * * *

With her wardrobe partially missing, Vic elected to have Cindy do a sexy dance in the nude while Simon recharged. She slipped into a pair of high heels and stood on the kitchen table where she shook her ass to the beat of some raunchy music.

She didn't want to admit it, but she missed this. Being the center of attention gave her a high that she hadn't quite experienced since before her marriage. And to be completely honest with herself, she also missed the nudity. Full nude dances were actually her favorite. As much as she loved stripteases, nothing made her more comfortable to be in her own skin than dancing completely bare. Full Frontal Fridays were her favorite nights at Nocturnal Desires. Every Friday night at 10pm, Madam Katherine would have the girls dispense with their lingerie and entertain the house guests in their birthday suits.

No more messing up her hair removing her tops, no more worrying about tripping while pulling her panties off, just dancing and showing her God-given gifts off to well-paying and high-tipping customers.

When Simon entered the kitchen and caught sight of the naked blonde in the midst of her dance, it didn't take long for him to announce that he was ready to shoot again. Cindy finished up her set, and then it was off to her bedroom.

Once the crew was set up, Cindy beckoned Simon into the very same bed where her son and daughter had been conceived, and she spread her legs to let the handsome model get to business. They did a number of different positions, beginning with 69, and then moving on to cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, scissors, and doggy. Impressively, Simon brought Cindy to climax in most of the positions they performed, and managed to stay hard despite multiple ejaculations inside her throughout the day.

Vic also wanted to see some rimming, so they began with Cindy on her belly while Simon ran his tongue up between her butt cheeks. They were slow, deliberate licks, but each pass of his tongue slipped further and further between her firm mounds. His tongue grazed her anus several times, exciting the housewife and enticing her to spread her legs to allow him to lick deeper. As her thighs drifted apart, Jeff focused the camera's view between them to steal a peek at the homemaker's private parts when they emerged into view.

Simon spread the blonde's curvy cheeks wide open and licked every inch of exposed skin between them- including her tight little hole. He made sure to occasionally move out of the way, while holding her cheeks open for the camera to capture everything between them. Vic had insisted that every square inch of Cindy's body be seen in the video.

When she began to moan, Vic instructed her to arch her bottom so that Simon would have easy access to both of her holes. It wasn't the most dignified of poses; her face was pressed against the mattress while she lavishly displayed the most private parts of her body for the camera's primary focus, but it did enable her to showcase her beautifully sculpted buttocks that she'd worked so hard to keep firm and toned. Each of the crew members looked on in awe at her sensuously tight behind, wishing it was their cocks that could be inside it at that moment.

Vic instructed Cindy to place her hand between her legs and softly rub her pussy while Simon continued tonging her. He sucked the lip of her labia and slipped his tongue deep inside her anus. He gave her behind a thorough cleaning inside and out, and soon the housewife came to orgasm.

They then switched so that Cindy could treat Simon to a "Rusty Trombone." Her tongue went in the back, and her hand reached around front, and she played a symphony that would have made Beethoven and Mozart proud. When she reached her final note, Simon turned around, taking her tongue out of his ass as he did, and treated her to an impressive facial.

She looked into the camera with her beautiful painted face, and licked the last few drops from his tip until he was dry.

They moved to the laundry room next, where Simon took her on the ironing board. She rested one leg on his shoulder, the other flat on the board, and Simon plunged into her and didn't pull out until she was screaming his name.

By the time he was finished, Cindy was sweaty, sore, and had the taste of cum in her mouth, so she politely asked Vic if she could take a shower. He agreed, under the condition that she do it with the curtain open and the camera rolling.

Cindy agreed to the terms. She waited until the camera and lights were set up, and stepped under the nozzle to begin her shower. As it happened, Cindy's shower did not have a curtain, but rather, a glass door, which Vic found all the better.

Jeff panned the camera up and down Cindy's body as she basked under the warm spray, watching her rub a bar of soap down her arms, over her breasts, across her belly and between her thighs. Carefully, she scrubbed the dried cum from her skin, only for Simon to enter the shower soon after.

He placed his hands upon her hips, and Cindy went still as she felt them gently glide up her sides where they gave each of her breasts a squeeze, before slipping back down again upon her bottom. He gave each of her cheeks a light pinch before spreading them open, and once again, Cindy knew what he wanted.

He put a dab of soap onto the tip of his penis and ran it carefully up and down between her buttocks. She had to admit, she enjoyed the way it felt, especially when it began to grow into a full erection. But she did not feel ready to let him into her most vulnerable hole yet. The anxious soccer mom once again guided the eager wiener to her neighboring hole in the front, which Simon was all too happy to fill with his cock and seed.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts up against the glass where they could be seen by Jeff's camera on the the other side. Each time Simon thrusted inside her, her face and tits pressed against the glass harder.

"Great view, huh?" Vic whispered.

Jeff shot him a thumbs up and kept rolling.

Simon pumped his cock in and out of Cindy's moistening pussy, pulling her further into a spell of ecstasy. Her mouth dropped open, leaving her lips pressed against the glass door. Her breath fogged up the glass in front of her face, leaving her open palms and breasts the only parts of her body easily visible to the camera. Her moans grew louder despite the sound of the shower water muffling them. She pressed her hands tightly against the glass as she felt Simon's cock thrusting faster and harder into her warm cunt, and her nipples stiffened more the closer her body came to climax.

"Oh God! Oh God! Yes!" She could feel the stares of the camera and crew on her body, watching as Simon pushed her closer to orgasm. The glass wall against her face made her feel as if she were trapped in a TV set, while thousands of viewers could see her nude body being sexually penetrated in her own home.

It made her feel exposed, vulnerable- and aroused. It aroused her to realize that she was in this position because once, long ago, she'd been a very bad girl. It aroused her to know that even though she had turned her back on her past, her past had caught up to her, snaked its way between her legs, and was now nine full inches up inside her vagina at this very moment. And when she realized that her captive audience could see her arousal leaking from between her pussy lips on down her inner thighs, it aroused her even more.

Since she couldn't keep her past from getting between her legs again, all she could do was bend over a little further, open her thighs a little wider, and let her past have its way with her.

It wasn't such a bad position to be in. Her pussy spasmed with pleasure, and she felt her arms shake and tremble. Her legs couldn't move; they were frozen in place as she allowed Simon to give the space between them the working over she needed. She felt like a model in a display window, a model perhaps for "what happens to naughty girls who try to walk away from their pasts?" Cindy was a shining example, because the way Simon was working her, she might have difficulty walking at all when he was finished with her.

She could do nothing but surrender. She was naked on camera, she was getting fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her husband might see this. So might her friends. Her neighbors. People at church. Even her son and daughter. It was out of her hands. All she could do was accept every inch of Simon's package he was delivering into her box, and let him push her into the explosive orgasm her audience was dying to see her have.

Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and she could feel Simon reaching his peak as well. When she felt the cool cream burst from the tip of his penis and fill her, she broke as well. Her body shook, and she let out a loud scream that echoed throughout the small bathroom. He kept his hands firmly on her hips until he finished ejaculating inside her, and once his balls were drained, he withdrew, leaving a long trail of semen dripping down her inner thigh.

She let out a long breath, and turned off the shower water.

"Cut!" Vic called, and Jeff stopped rolling. Cindy opened the shower door, and reached for a towel, which Alyson handed to her.

"Ooh, am I going to be sore tomorrow!" Cindy declared, rubbing the towel across her hair. "What time is it?"

Vic checked his watch. "About quarter to four."

"Oh my gosh! You guys need to clear out!" Cindy said, panicking. It had taken almost two hours for the crew to pack up their equipment and her to clean the house the day before, and she expected her husband home sooner today if he chose to come home before picking up Claire.

"There's still one more scene I want to shoot today. Shouldn't take long. Can you guys set up in the living room?" Vic asked.

"Vic, we don't have time!" Cindy shouted, hobbling out of the shower while wrapping the towel around her torso. My family is going to be home earlier today!"

"Cin. Relax. We still got time."

Bud and Zane ignored Cindy's protests and carried the lights back to the living room.

"Hey, I think the phone's ringing," Kayleigh said.

"It is! I could barely hear it! Someone bring it to me!" Cindy urged, her path to the door blocked by Jeff and the camera.

Kayleigh hurried to the kitchen and returned with the cordless phone. She handed it to Cindy.

"Call ID says 'Claire'," Kayleigh said.

Cindy answered. "Hello?"

"Mom, can you pick me up from school now?" her daughter asked.

"It's not even four!" Cindy said.

"We had a gas leak at school. They let us all out early. Please pick me up now!"

Cindy looked at Jeff as he carried the camera tripod out to the living room.

Oh shit! she mouthed.

* * * * *

The rain had set in when Curt pulled into the parking lot of the Blessed Woods Community Church. He pulled into the east parking lot, where his car wouldn't be seen easily from the road, and took the spot nearest the door. Drew, Artie, and Kellan took the spaces beside him. He tucked the naughty videotape under his arm and hurried through the downpour until he reached the church entrance. His cohorts scrambled after him and huddled together underneath the overhang, shielding them from the rain.

Curt removed the door key from his pocket and slipped it into the lock.

"We are so going to hell, we are so going to hell," Artie babbled.

"Shut up Artie, we're gonna be fine," Kellan said.

"I can't BELIEVE we're doing this!" the panicking boy rambled.

"If you're that worried, go home. But I got twenty bucks to make off this loser," Drew said, smirking at Kellan.

"You wish," his coworker replied.

Curt struggled with the lock and finally the door popped open. The four boys scurried inside.

"Dark in here," Artie muttered as they entered the nearly lightless foyer.

Curt flipped a switch. The lights flipped on, and flickered.

"Don't mind the lights. There's some electrical problems. The reverend's looking into getting that fixed soon," Curt said.

"As long as the VCR works, we're solid," Drew said.

"It's in the resource center. This way."

They followed Curt down the hallway past the Sunday School classrooms to a walk-in closet. Curt unlocked the door and entered.

"Jackpot!" Kellan proclaimed, seeing the VHS player resting on a wheeled cart. It sat underneath a television screen, although another cart held one with a projector.

"Question is, do we want to watch on the TV, in one of the classrooms?" Curt asked. "Or do we want the big screen experience in the sanctuary?"

Drew and Kellan looked at each other.

"BIG SCREEN!" They said in agreement.

"Now we're talking." Curt grabbed the cart with the projector and rolled it out of the closet.

"We are SO going to hell!" Artie repeated.

"Artie, chill out and grab one of those extension cords," Curt said. "Unless you'd rather go home."

Artie huffed and grabbed a large orange coil of cord and followed Curt down the hall to the sanctuary. He rolled the cart down the aisle and stopped it halfway between the entry doors and the altar.

"All right Artie, let's have that cord." Curt plugged the projector into the extension cord while Artie plugged the other end into an outlet by the doors. Curt flipped on the projector and VCR underneath. "Here we go!"

He removed the cassette from the sleeve and slid the tape into the player. Drew picked up the case and looked at it.

"Ugh! The cover's all sticky! Did you jack off onto it?" Drew asked.

Curt ignored him.

"You did! That's nasty!" Drew wiped his hands on Curt's shirt. "Guys, homeboy jacked off on the tape cover!"

"Will you shut up and help me get this set up?" Curt asked. "Kellan, go set up the projector screen."

Loud static emanated from the projector. Curt quickly grabbed the remote to turn down the volume.

"It's got to be on channel three," Drew said.

"I know! The remote's not working!"

Kellan unrolled the projector screen that was already set up beside the altar, and hooked it atop the support pole. Drew adjusted the projector to focus the light upon the screen.

Curt pressed play on the VCR, but no picture appeared.

"Shit, why isn't it working?"

"Let me try," Drew said, nudging him aside.

Curt moved to let Drew examine the VCR, when his cell phone began to ring. He looked at the call ID.

"It's my mom! Everyone, be quiet!" Curt said. He turned off the VCR, silencing the static, and answered the phone.

"Mom?" Curt said.

"Curt! Can you go pick up your sister from school?"

"Uhhh, sure, I should have time after Bible study."

"NOW, Curt! There was a gas leak at her school. She's waiting to be picked up. Dad's tied up at work and I'm busy. Can you go?"

Curt looked at Drew, Kellan, Artie, and the projector.

"I'll be a little bit. I'm in the middle of something..."

"Curt! She's stuck out in the rain! Don't make her wait and catch a cold! Hurry!"

"Okay, fine!"

"Drive slowly! I don't want you to get in an accident."

"Hurry, but drive slow. Got it, Mom." He hung up his phone, and turned to his coworkers. "Guys, we got to go. I have to pick up my sister from school."

The three of them opened their mouths to protest.

"Woah, woah, woah there, homeboy!" Drew said. "It sounds like YOU got to get going!"

"Yeah, why do we have to leave?"Artie asked.

"Guys, my mom lent me the keys here. I got to lock up," Curt said.

"So loan us the keys. We'll lock up," Drew offered.

"I- I can't do that!" Curt stammered.

"Why? You don't trust us?" Kellan asked.

"No, it's not that, it's just-"

"Just what?" Drew asked. "Look man, don't forget who got you this job."

"I haven't forgotten, it's just, I CAN'T leave you guys here!"

"Hey. Remember Mike Buckley's graduation party?" Drew asked. "When I got the worst migraine of my life?"

Curt groaned.

"Yes..."

"And I wanted to leave, but Amy Duhamel invited you to sit in the hot tub with her. What did I end up doing?"

Curt sighed.

"Look man, I owe you for that..."

"Damn right you do. So how about you throw me the keys and trust me when I say, I'll have the projector put away and the church locked up just the way you would?"

Curt slunk his hands in his pockets. Every fiber in his being told him not to do this. But Drew's compelling argument, and the memory of Amy Duhamel's thighs brushing against his knees in the hot tub sent his fingers around the keys and pulling them out of his pocket to hand to his longtime friend.

"Good man," Drew said with a smile. "We'll tell you tomorrow if the video's any good."

"Lock it up when you're done," Curt said, as he hurried out of the sanctuary. "I mean it. No one can ever know you were here!"

"You got our word!" Kellan shouted.

Curt bolted out of the church to his car, and cursed to himself for his entire drive to Taylor High School.

* * * * *

"Drive slowly! I don't want you to get in an accident," Cindy said.

"Hurry, but drive slow. Got it, Mom."

"Just be careful! Curt? Curt?"

He'd hung up. She let the phone slip from her shoulder and fall to the floor, just an arm's length below her head. She hoped he hadn't realized she'd had a man's penis inside her during their entire conversation.

Kayleigh grabbed the phone from the floor, while Cindy squeezed her thighs around Simon's hips. He sat comfortably in a chair, while she leaned backwards with her hands resting on the carpet beneath her.

"All right, this will be quick, promise," Vic said. "Action!"

Cindy immediately began thrusting her abdomen against Simon's groin. She could see the clock from where she was. She estimated it would take fifteen minutes for Curt to drive from the church to the school, and another fifteen from the school to the house. That gave them barely a half hour to finish the scene and clear out of the house before her son and daughter walked through the front door. Vic said he just needed some quick footage of her demonstrating the position, so Cindy did exactly that.

She rubbed as quickly as she could, hoping to give Simon a fast orgasm and provide some sexy boob jiggling for the camera as she did. Simon seemed to be digging it, because she could feel his cock swelling inside her the faster she rubbed. She doubted she would orgasm; she was in far too much a hurry to complete the scene and had too much anxiety over her family's imminent return to even get into the mindset. But Vic had other ideas, and Simon produced one of them from his pocket.

It was a vibrator. He pressed the tip to Cindy's clitoris, and turned it on. Cindy's body shook, and she continued rubbing against him. She couldn't deny that it felt good. The buzzing against her clit, and the feeling of Simon's large penis filling her vagina so fully genuinely turned her on. She considered the possibility that she might actually have an orgasm, but Simon flipped the vibrator off.