Lucy had everything; a husband with a very well paid job in the banking industry, a beautiful house, two adorable young kids, a holiday villa in Europe, platinum charge cards and expense accounts at all the top stores.
Although she was now thirty five years old and had had two children, she still had a perfect figure. Her breasts were still firm and pert which matched the rest of her youthfully toned body. This was no doubt helped by her daily visits to the exclusive health centre where she had her own personal trainer. She did regular exercise and indulged in all the expensive pampering and beauty therapies that were available. Her husband would often comment that her figure was the same as the young Lucy he had married ten years previously
All of her friends envied her or maybe they were just jealous. She liked to think it was envy. In truth she enjoyed the feeling of her friends envying her. It fed her vanity and reinforced her superior attitude.
She had of course seen and read the news headlines regarding the financial crisis that was spreading around the world but did not take much notice of it. Her vanity and arrogance acted like a mental block to the realities of the real world.
Now, in an acutely embarrassing moment, the truth suddenly hit home. The manager at her favourite department store was doing his utmost to be polite and not cause any embarrassment.
"I'm afraid that we cannot extend your credit," he said quietly to her, your account balance is at the maximum we allow and nothing has been paid for the past four months.
Lucy replied, with an arrogant tone, "I'm sure there has just been some error by one of your young clerks. Here, charge it to my Platinum card."
She handed over the card and waited impatiently as the manager swiped it in his machine and waited for confirmation.
The wait felt like an eternity and then she saw the look of dismay on the manager's face as he looked at her and quietly said, "I'm afraid your card has been refused."
She stormed out of the store, leaving her purchases behind.
When she arrived home she was surprised to see her husband Andrew's car in the driveway. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and stormed inside.
She started talking before she could see him. "You'll never guess what has just happened to me," she shouted, "that department store has made some stupid error with my account and to add insult to injury there was some kind of mistake with my Platinum card and I could not pay for---------------------."
Her voice trailed away to silence as she saw her husband appear from the kitchen with a very worried expression on his face.
He just looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry".
"What do mean," she replied, "it's not your fault. It's just some stupid little clerk's mistake somewhere."
"No its not," he replied, "the bank has suffered huge losses and I have lost my job." He was almost sobbing as he continued, "I have been trying to find the courage to tell you. Every day, for the past six months, I have been leaving for work, pretending that everything is OK but there is no work. There has been no money coming in for the past six months."
Lucy looked and felt stunned. "We have savings, the holiday home and other assets. Surely we can just sell a few things.
Andrew looked at her with sad eyes like a puppy. "The bank owned everything we had and is calling it all in. I have managed to make an arrangement with the house but we need to find some money very soon to pay Paul.
She looked at him, puzzled, "Paul? What has it got to do with Paul?"
Andrew continued, "Because of our situation I was unable to get a mortgage on the house. Think about it. Who would give a mortgage to an out of work banker? The only solution I could come up with was to persuade my old friend Paul to help us."
Lucy looked shocked and stunned.
"Paul, why Paul? You know how he makes my flesh crawl. I know he is your friend but he just gives me the creeps whenever I see him."
"Paul was the only friend I could find who was willing to help us. It's as simple as that. No Paul, no mortgage, no house!
Lucy felt as though her whole world was suddenly being taken way from her.
She tried to stay positive and, if need be, she knew she could fight hard to save the house at least.
They both went to the kitchen and Lucy put on some coffee.
"So what is the plan?" she asked, "how can we pay Paul?" she said, as she sat down next to Andrew with two large mugs of coffee.
"I know how much you detest Paul but he is our only chance. He has invited us over to dinner tonight so that we can discus what to do next."
Lucy had always disliked Paul. It was nothing particularly tangible. He was a handsome enough guy and always got on well with Andrew and their other friends.
He flirted with Lucy whenever they met. The flirting in itself was not the problem, all Pauls friends flirted with her. It was always reassuring for anyone to be flirted with innocently. The problem for Lucy was that Paul's flirting never felt innocent. It always felt as though he was somehow sexually assaulting her. He always made her feel uncomfortable by making it obvious that he was mentally undressing her. She would see his eyes unashamedly roam over her, pausing at her breasts before moving on downwards. He would stare directly into her eyes and then push his tongue out and lick his lips.
Lucy was no prude. She realised very early on that all of Paul's facial expressions and eye movements were of a sexual nature. The problem for Lucy was that he was possibly the last man on earth that she would like to have sex with. There were many other male friends that flirted with her and she was always flattered, but not Paul; definitely not Paul.
It was only a few years back that Lucy had discovered how Paul made his living. She had often wondered what he did because he was obviously a very wealthy man. She had assumed that he was in banking, the same as her husband. However, at a dinner party about two years previously, she had overheard him talking with Andrew and some of the other male guests.
She had not heard exactly what was being said but it was obvious that he was inviting the other men to some special male only occasion.
When they got home Lucy quizzed her husband about the conversation. Andrew was reluctant at first but as they lay in bed together it was obvious that she was not going to let it go.
They had now been married for about ten years and he still enjoyed her seducing him. As they both lay naked in bed she cuddled up next to him and tenderly kissed his ear.
He felt her hand move down slowly over his chest and then onto his belly.
His cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her touch. "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll make it worth your while," she said.
He felt her hand brush teasingly past his erect cock and onto his thigh.
She squeezed his thigh, brushing the back of her hand against balls and said, "tell me what Paul was saying and I'll suck it for you."
Andrew hesitated and then felt her hand move over his erection and her fingers wrap round it.
"Pleeeeeease,"she insisted, please tell me.
Andrew still resisted as she moved her head down over his body. He felt him self weakening as she rained a series of small kisses all over his belly.
He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her what Paul had been saying to the men. Equally he was beginning not to care about what she thought as long as she sucked him.
He felt her hot breath very close to his erect cock and then the moist warmth of her lips as she teased the head with her mouth.
"OK, I'll tell you."
Lucy lay there with her cheek resting against his lower belly and head of his stiff cock between her lips listening intently to her husbands words.
As she lay there Andrew explained that Paul made and distributed porno movies and was very successful at it.
Somehow Lucy was not surprised. This would explain the creepy feeling she always got whenever they met.
"So what was the invitation for? Was it to go and watch some dirty movies?"
Andrew hesitated before replying, "No, not to watch some movies. It was to go and watch some girls audition for parts in his movies.
Paul said he always auditions the girls with a small audience of about six men to make sure that they don't waste his time later on a film set by turning shy in the presence of the film crew."
"Will you go?" she asked.
"Would you object?"
Lucy did not answer. She ran her tongue around the head of her husband's stiff cock and started to gently suck.
As she sucked Andrew's cock her mind started to fill with lewd images. She visualised a young woman in a dingy room. She saw Paul, Andrew and his friends all sitting round in big comfortable chairs watching her. Paul had his usual creepy expression as she imagined him asking the girl to take off her clothes. Lucy felt Andrews cock stiffen further in her mouth as she went on to imagine that she was in fact that young girl.
Although at first she found the idea quite repulsive she felt the revival of an old fantasy that started many years ago. It would reappear in different forms but was always the same basic idea. Sometimes when she was getting changed at the gym, in her bedroom or anywhere where she could see the reflection of her naked body in a mirror, she would fantasize that men were watching her; lusting for her. She always tried to suppress the fantasy. She pretended to herself that she was just very proud of her naked body and that her fantasy was about teasing men by letting them see what they could not have.
Now as she sucked on Andrew's cock and could feel her self becoming aroused she had to finally admit that the fantasy was not only about being the centre of attention and the object of men's lust, it was also about being used as a sexual object. That was why Paul annoyed her so much. He made it obvious each time they met that she was the centre of his lust, a female body that he wanted to use and abuse for his selfish pleasure. Deep down she loved it but did not want to be reminded of her hidden fantasy by a man that repulsed her.
Unknown to her, Andrew also had a long held fantasy. As she sucked his cock his mind was full of lewd images of her. His need was becoming more and more urgent as he indulged in his own long held fantasy of watching Lucy being used by a group of men. Now he was visualising Lucy being the young starlet attending the audition. He imagined he was watching from a safe distance as Paul and his other friends forced her to strip for them. This idea of other men with his wife had always turned him on. He doubted that he would want it to happen for real but in his mind, right now, he was imagining her completely naked and surrounded by the men. He could see her being passed around them and the men taking it in turns to pull her onto their laps. He imagined them running their hands all over her naked body, squeezing and pulling her breasts and making crude comments as they pushed their hands up between her thighs. Finally he imagined all of the men were naked, their cocks erect, standing in a circle with his wife kneeling in the centre and sucking off each one of them in turn.
Lucy could feel that he was about to cum. She had no idea what images were filling his mind but she felt his hands grip he head and force his cock deeper into her mouth. She always loved the feeling of him being taken over by pure lust thanks to her skilful mouth. She sucked eagerly and almost immediately was swallowing his hot semen as he ejaculated into her mouth.
She stayed there for a while until she felt him slacken in her mouth. She licked off the last drops and let it slip from her mouth.
She then lifted her self up and, after kissing him tenderly on the lips, she lay back, bent her knees up and then let her thighs relax and fall open.
Andrew did not need a second invitation. He moved down between her outstretched thighs and spent a few seconds gazing at her moist exposed labia.
He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He could see how wet she was and was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her groaning with pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her swollen clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her screams not knowing that as she reached one of her best ever orgasms her mind was full of similar images to the ones he had just had.
Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the fantasies and resultant orgasms just kept returning.
Now they were in Andrew's car and driving to Paul's house. Lucy had still not come to terms with the events and revelations of the past few hours. She realised that her cosy world of wealth and privilege was falling apart but she felt determined to keep what ever she could and the house was top of her list.
Despite her dislike of Paul, Lucy always liked to look presentable when they were invited out. It was spring time and the sunshine had been pleasantly warm during the day. Lucy was wearing an expensive summer dress from her favourite designer. The material was pale blue silk and it was cut so that it flattered every feminine curve of her body. It had a 'V' neck, cut quite low and, as they pulled up in to Paul's driveway, she began to regret the revealing nature and knew he would be leering at her, trying to get a glimpse of her blue lace bra. She wore a lightweight coat over the dress to keep out the evening chill.
They parked the car and walked up the impressive driveway to the front door.
Paul was already waiting to greet them.
As they entered the huge house Paul said, "May I take your coats?"
Andrew took off his coat and Paul quickly helped Lucy take hers off. As he lifted her coat from her shoulders she immediately felt his gaze fix onto the front of her dress as he said, "beautiful dress Lucy, it really suits you."
He was taller than her and she could feel his eyes exploring the deep 'V' neck searching out her underwear.
"Please come in to the dining room," he continued, "the meal is ready."
They sat down and enjoyed a very pleasant meal and perhaps more wine than they should have had.
After the meal they were enjoying some coffee and still sitting round the table.
"So Andrew, said Paul, "have you spoken with Lucy yet about my proposition?"
Lucy turned swiftly to look at her husband, uncertain as to what this proposition was.
Andrew looked suddenly flustered as Paul continued, "oh, never mind I'll tell her."
"Tell me what?" Lucy said.
The room fell silent for an uncomfortable few seconds before Andrew said, "No Paul, I'll tell her."
Lucy was starting to feel annoyed and said, "Please, what ever it is that you are supposed to have told me, just tell me!"
She looked directly at her husband, watching the awkward and embarrassed expression on his face as he mumbled, "you know Paul has kindly taken over the mortgage on our house."
"Yes," said Lucy, you told me earlier.
"Well we need to work out a way of paying him," Andrew continued.
The room then went silent again as Andrew tried to find the courage to tell Lucy what Paul had in mind.
The silence was broken by Paul as he said, "Lucy, you already know what I do for a living.
I have been offered a very large sum of money to make a new film based on the collapse of the banking system."
Lucy looked puzzled, "I thought you made dirty films, skin flicks, and porno?"
"Oh, I like to think they are better than the general run-of-the-mill skin flick," replied Paul, "but yes that is exactly what I do."
"So why have they asked you to make a film about the collapse of the banking system?" she asked.
Paul looked at her, his eyes roaming over the thin silk covering the youthful curves of her breasts and said, "The collapse of the banking system is just the starting point of the film.
The reason they will pay me a huge amount of money which, by the way, will easily pay off your outstanding mortgage, is that the main story will feature a real banker and his young attractive wife.
An outline of the plot is that the banker has not only lost his job but also lost most of the life savings of his friends. He reaches an agreement where he pays them with all he has left; his wife."
"What do you mean pays them?" Lucy asks.
"You really don't get it yet do you Lucy," said Paul.
"The film will not be a fictional story. The film I am going to make will be sold to pay off all of your husbands friends who have lost their investments.
Lucy looked at Paul in disbelief as he continued, "You, Lucy will be the star of the film. Just think about it; one days work and the house will be yours."
Lucy immediately stood up and shouted, "You must be mad; both of you. You want me to be some slutty porno actress to satisfy the perverse desires of you and your friends? You can just forget it. It is never going to happen!
Come on Andrew, we're leaving right now."
She grabbed his arm and started to try and pull him up but he stayed where he was.
She continued to shout and scream at him to get up and take her home but he just sat there.
Eventually she quietened down and Andrew said, "Lucy, it is the only chance we have of keeping the house."
Paul then spoke saying, "Lucy, I know it must be a shock but at least just go away and think about it. It is the only way you are going to be able to pay off your husband's debts and keep the house.
"OK then, I'll think about it," she said, "but the answer will still be no!"
With that she managed to grab Andrews arm again and persuade him to leave.
They drove home in silence. Lucy's mind was racing. She was furious that Andrew had not even had the courage to warn her in advance of his and Pauls Plan. She was also furious that they had even considered the plan in the first place.
They arrived home and walked into the house still without speaking.
Finally Lucy turned to Andrew and said, "Would you really want to see me used in that way with the whole event recorded for the titillation of other sad men to watch and masturbate while looking at me?"
Andrew was silent for a few seconds before looking at her and saying, "Actually, yes, I think I would find it very erotic."
Lucy just stared at him, rage filling her expression and said, "I'm going to have a long hot bath and hopefully wash away the feelings of disgust that you and Paul made me feel earlier.
She ran the bath and then locked her self in the bathroom before undressing. She reached behind and unzipped the silk dress allowing it to fall to the floor. As usual she watched herself in the full length mirror and liked the reflection she saw. The blue lace bra complimented the full roundness of her breasts. The matching blue lace panties fitted snugly faintly showing the outline of her labia.
As was becoming usual recently she started to imagine that she had a male audience watching her undress. The feeling was even stronger than usual. She reached behind and unfastened the bra and allowed the cups to fall away from her breasts as she lifted the straps clear of her shoulders. Her bra joined her dress on the floor and she once more gazed at her reflection.
Her breasts were not quite as firm as they were when she was eighteen but even so they still looked pretty good. She once more imagined that she was being watched. Male eyes were caressing her breasts and admiring her dark stiffening nipples. These were the feelings that always made her feel guilty later. The imagined audience always made her feel aroused. She stared again into the mirror, male voices in her head encouraging her to take off her panties. She imagined many pairs of eyes just like Pauls. She shuddered as she thought of it but yes, just like Pauls, roaming over her naked breasts and focusing now on the feminine bulge of her panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed them down over her thighs. She watched in the mirror as her neatly trimmed pubic hair peaked over the top in a narrow strip.
With her panties now down around her knees she wriggled her legs and let them fall to the floor. Quickly stepping out of them she looked back at her reflection, now completely naked. She imagined the men, the many pairs of lust filled eyes, still staring at her as she turned sideways and was pleased with what she saw. Her breasts still looking youthful with a conical shape sweeping up and out to her erect nipples.
Her belly looked feminine, slightly rounded but firm. She imagined them all looking at her buttocks as her own eyes moved down over her reflection with critical appraisal. Yes, she thought, still OK.
She then stood with her hands on her hips and placed her legs about a foot apart. Her gaze and the eyes of her imaginary male audience then focussed on the well groomed patch of pubic hair. She liked to keep it neat and trimmed and for many years now, at the request of her husband, she kept her labia completely hair free.
Her eyes then focussed between her legs at the part of her that she was not so sure about. Keeping her labia hair free felt hygienic and clean but without any hair there her protruding labia-minora was clearly visible. She had always been self conscious of how much her labia--minora protruded. She thought it was untidy how these lips somehow dangled between her legs.
Lucy pulled herself away from the mirror and slid into the hot foamy bath. She was already starting feel much more relaxed after loosing her temper earlier. The warm water felt good as she lay back and let it caress her breasts. She rested her head on the back of the bath tub and closed her eyes. The imaginary men were still there in her head, looking down at her naked body, reaching out to touch her.
As usual she felt as though the men were encouraging her as her hand moved down over her belly and then between her legs. Andrew had always told her how much he liked her protruding inner lips. He said that most men found this very sexy. Now she could almost hear her imaginary admirers calling to her. "Open your legs Lucy. Show us what you've got." She felt foolish but also horny as she let her legs fall further apart, delving between them with her eager fingers and imagining the men all gazing at her, watching her masturbate. With one hand between her legs and the other now caressing her breasts, she then brought herself to a shuddering climax.
Much to her dismay she realised that this routine of masturbating and fantasising about the male audience was becoming more and more frequent. She lay there silently, the events of the day replaying in her mind. Her hand was still resting between her legs as she remembered the look on Pauls face. The excited look as he told her about the film he wanted to make, those eyes of his, with an almost evil glint, trying to get a glimpse of her breasts. She felt calm now but new images started to materialise in her head. This time there was no mirror, just Paul and a group of men encouraging her to take off her clothes. She obediently stripped until she stood there completely naked. The images were unstable, surreal even. One moment all she could see were thousands of pairs of eyes, Pauls eyes, every where she looked, devouring her nakedness, then the eyes vanished and all she could see were many penises. Some were large some small, some fat some thin, but what they all had in common was that they were fully erect. She could see these images so clearly, as if they were real. Then she imagined the men were all touching her, molesting her. She felt her nipples stiffen once more as she imagined hands groping and feeling her breasts. Her fingers were once more rubbing between her legs as she imagined many pairs of hands stroking and touching her thighs before finally sliding between her wet lips and entering her.
For the second time that evening she shuddered to a climax.
By now the water was getting cold so she quickly got out and dried herself. She unlocked the door and went to join her husband who was already sitting in bed reading a book.
He looked at her apprehensively, unsure of her mood. She smiled back and said, "Its OK, I feel better now that I've had a nice warm bath."
She lay there for a while, thinking of the fantasies and images she had just enjoyed in the bathroom.
"Andrew," she said, "about earlier at Paul's house. Would you really feel OK if I was to take part in this wild idea?"
Andrew hesitated, uncertain as to how he should respond. Finally he said, "If necessary we can sell the house and I can find some kind of job that we can live on. The only way I can see of keeping this house is for you to give in and make the film. However, I would never ever force you to do it; but, if you did decide to go ahead I would not mind."
He then decided to be completely honest as he continued, "Actually, it would fulfil a long held fantasy of mine."
He waited for her to explode with fury but it never happened.
She looked at him and smiled, before saying, "maybe it could fulfil one of mine too!"
"You mean you would do it, make the film with Paul?"
"I might change my mind by the morning but if you were there to keep an eye on things then I think I could do it."
Andrew was speechless. All the while that Lucy refused to do it he did not have to face up to his own fears of whether he could cope with watching her act out his secret fantasy for real. Now there was every chance that he might have to.
They both fell asleep and in the morning got up and had breakfast as though nothing had changed.
After breakfast, Andrew was reading his newspaper when he heard Lucy on the telephone.
"Hello Paul," he heard her say, "I've thought about your proposal over night and have changed my mind. Yes, I'll do it."
There was a pause for a few seconds as Paul obviously said something and then Lucy said, "OK, we'll be there."
Another pause and then Lucy said, "you filthy bastard, I already do."
She then put down the telephone and returned to Andrew at the breakfast table.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "What have we done; you done," he corrected himself.
"I'm in a kind of daze," Lucy said but I have agreed that I will take part in his dirty film and we will be at his offices/studio tomorrow."
"So soon!" Andrew exclaimed. "Why did you call him a filthy bastard? What did he say to you?"
"You really want to know", she asked, "the actual words?"
"Yes," said Andrew, "What did he say, the actual words?"
"She paused before saying, "he told me to make sure I shaved my cunt because he hated pubic hair spoiling an otherwise perfect view."
Lucy could not admit it, not yet, but Paul's crude remark had actually turned her on. The remark brought everything into focus. It was real. She was going to play the starring role in a dirty film and, to make sure she knew exactly what would be expected, he had told her to make sure her 'cunt' as he so crudely put it, would be ready for the camera.
The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Andrew was feeling nervous, full of doubt about actually watching his wife being used by other men for real.
His nervousness was only made worse by Lucy's apparent calmness.
That evening she started to get out the clothes she intended to wear the following day. She asked his advice on what he thought she should wear. They both chuckled nervously realising the contradiction of what she should wear knowing that it would soon be taken off.
However, Lucy thought it was important to look the part.
They eventually agreed on the silk dress that she had worn the night before, with a fitted lightweight jacket over the top. Lucy then laid out various items of underwear on the bed for Andrew to choose.
The black lace and other 'risqué' items were discarded. They decided that as a banker's wife she should at least look the part at the beginning.
They chose a delicate pale blue matching bra and panty set trimmed with white lace. To add a little spice they also chose a matching suspender belt and white stockings.
Finally they both went to bed and had a restless night, pondering what might lay ahead tomorrow.
They got up early the following morning and had a full breakfast. After breakfast Lucy went to the bedroom and started to get dressed.
Andrew walked in as she was fastening the suspenders. He just looked at her and said, "Wow, you look so horny."
"Thanks," she replied.
She sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup and then finished dressing, putting on some high heels as she left the house.
They both felt nervous and apprehensive as they left the house and set off for Paul's office.
When they arrived outside he turned to her and said, "Are you sure about this? We could just turn around and go."
"I'm as sure as I'll ever be," she replied.
They left the car and entered the building. Paul was waiting for them inside the plush looking entrance.
He gave Lucy a huge beaming smile as he said, "You look fabulous!"
He guided them to an elevator and they were soon travelling up to his offices on the top floor.
They entered the office. It was like a huge loft apartment with windows all along one wall overlooking the city.
As they walked inside they could hear the excited low murmur of men talking and a large circle of big comfortable armchairs near the huge window.
Lucy looked around and noticed a bar in the far corner with another three men she assumed must be the film crew. One of them was a large black man and Lucy felt her anger rise as he blatantly leered at her, checking her out. A few months ago she would have given him a mouthful of indignant abuse.
"They're here," Paul announced as he led Andrew and Lucy toward the chairs.
Lucy looked around and started to feel panic as she watched six men stand up from the chairs to greet them. They were all dressed similarly, wearing dark business suits, white shirts and ties.
Lucy felt herself blush as she recognised all of the faces. Some were friends others were business acquaintances of Andrews that she remembered seeing before. The room was quite warm and Paul immediately offered to take her jacket. She wanted to keep it on because she felt that it was somehow a layer of protection, but Paul was insistent. She felt she was somehow in kind of dream and found herself obediently unfastening the buttons of her jacket. She was very aware of all the men watching as the last of the buttons was unfastened and Paul lifted it from her shoulders. She could feel all of them mentally undressing her and began to wish that she hadn't worn the silk dress. It felt as though it was clinging more revealingly that usual and she was very conscious of the 'V' neck plunging down toward her cleavage.
Andrew felt almost surplus to requirements as the men gathered round his wife. He just stood nearby and watched, full of mixed emotions.
There was an awkward silence for a while before Paul said, "Lucy, Gentlemen, let us go over to the bar and have a drink while the crew set up the cameras and lights.
They all drifted across the room towards the bar. Lucy thought it felt a bit like a wedding, lots of familiar faces and some not so familiar all meeting together going to enjoy a drink at the bar. She chuckled nervously to herself as she made her way to bar thinking that the big difference was that the guests don't all have sex with the bride.
She had never felt this nervous in her life. She had tried to present a calm exterior but as she looked around at these men she wondered how she was going to go through with it.
At the bar she quickly had a couple of drinks and soon felt slightly more relaxed. She watched nervously as lights were placed around the area where the big chairs were and various cameras were being placed on tripods.
After about an hour of pleasant conversation a few drinks Paul called for silence.
"Before we start I would like to explain the plot." The men chuckled, interrupting Paul. He smiled as he continued, "Yes, there is a plot!"
Paul continued, "All of you here know Andrew and his wife Lucy. You also know that Andrew was responsible for losing most of your investments." Andrew gazed at the floor suddenly feeling deep regret about his own recklessness and his bank's in the handling of his customer's and friends investments.
"So," Paul continued, "in the first scene Paul will apologise for his mistakes and then offer you all the use of his wife Lucy as compensation.
Lucy listened and cringed as Paul said "the use of his wife." She felt butterflies in her stomach as the real truth of the situation hit her. They were going to use her for their selfish pleasure.
"We are almost ready to start," said Paul.
He then looked at Lucy and said, "before we make our way to the chairs and the film set I need to check what you are wearing Lucy."
Suddenly the room was silent and all eyes were on Lucy.
She paused and then looked defiantly at Paul and said, "A pale blue lace bra, matching panties, matching suspenders and white stockings."
"Mmmmmm," that sounds very nice," said Paul, as he walked over to her and said, "Just to get us all in the right mood I think we should have a look."
He walked round behind her and before she could react He reached down and swiftly lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist to reveal her underwear to the men.
She felt her face blush hearing the men all make appreciative noises; low whistles and grunts as they all gazed at her.
Paul then let the hem fall back down and cover her before saying, "Lucy, I don't think that you are using the sheer silk of the dress to its best advantage.
Please go and take off your bra and panties and then bring them back to me. There is a small room over there where you can change. Oh, and please leave on the suspenders and stockings I always find that they look so sexy.
Lucy looked around at the men, feeling very nervous but aware of that old fantasy lurking in the back of her mind.
She slowly walked over to the room that Paul had shown her. Once inside she found it was a proper changing room with hanging rails and a full length mirror. In the corner there was also large shower.
She looked at her self in the mirror and wondered how many girls had stood here, getting ready and nervously preparing them selves for what was to come. She then reached up behind her back and partly unzipped the silk dress. As she slipped her arms from it to reveal her bra she felt the old fantasy materialise in her head. The fantasy felt more real than ever as she imagined all the men outside were staring back at her from the mirror. She then unfastened her bra and took it off watching her breasts fall free. Still looking at her reflection and imagining the men were all staring, she reached up and gently squeezed her naked breasts, seeing and feeling her dark nipples stiffen.
She then put her arms back into the dress and zipped it back up.
The silk was very sheer and clung to her naked breasts like a second skin.
She then lifted up the dress around her waist, grateful that she had put on her panties over the suspenders. She then quickly pulled the panties down her legs and took them off.
She stood for a moment, still holding the dress up and looking in the mirror. In her mind the men were all now staring between her legs. She felt a strong feeling of trepidation but also arousal as she let the hem of the dress fall back down to cover her and prepared her self mentally to walk back outside.
The silk was not only clinging to her naked breasts but was clinging to the tops of her thighs. She could even make out the outline of her neat patch of pubic hair that was showing through the silk.
As she looked at her self she knew that she needed to be strong. She took a deep breath and then opened the door and made her way back to the men, clutching her bra and panties in her hand.
As she opened the door the low mumble of conversation stopped immediately and all men turned to look at her. The only sound was the 'click, click' of her high heels as she walked toward them. She felt as though she was completely naked as her breasts moved sensuously with each step, a gentle sway that somehow looked out of time with her steps. She was acutely aware of each movement of her breasts as her erect nipples felt as though they were being caressed by the silk.
At the same time the silk clung between her thighs, feeling like a thousand soft feathers gently caressing her.
As she stopped in front of the men Andrew felt guilty as though he had somehow betrayed her. He used his hands to try and make his erect penis more comfortable under his trousers and realised that all of the others were doing the same.
"Lucy, you look sensational," said Paul as he took her bra and panties from her. She watched his lust filled eyes roam all over her as he lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm, you smell beautiful; I think we are ready to roll."
"Gentlemen, will you would please go and sit in the chairs while we shoot the opening scene of Andrew's apology. He will then bring Lucy to you. At this point Andrew will then leave her and stand behind the cameras to watch and I will take over." As she heard him say the words, "and I will take over," Lucy glanced at him and realised that the man she had detested for so long was about to get his wish.
The chairs had been arranged in a horseshoe shape and in the open side of the horseshoe shape was a single empty armchair that they all had a clear view of.
Andrew and Lucy stood together in front of one of the cameras just outside the group of chairs.
Paul called for silence as he handed Andrew a sheet of paper.
"OK, Andrew just give me a nod when you are ready and we'll film you reading your statement."
Andrew quickly scanned the speech that Paul had prepared and then nodded his head.
"OK, take one," shouted Paul.
Lucy looked across at her husband as he started to read.
"Gentlemen," he began, "I realise that I have cost you all a lot of money and until recently I thought I had no way of ever being able to repay any of it.
As you all now know, Paul is confident that there is now a very lucrative market for a different type of adult movie. The buyers and audiences are tired of the usual Barbie doll types with there enhanced breasts and fake tans. What they really want to see is a genuine young, attractive, classy woman, looking a little unsure, being used for the first time in an adult film.
Even better, would be the spoilt young wife of a wealthy banker who has fallen on hard times.
Lucy will be the star of the film that Paul is about to make. She will be used as you wish until she has satisfied you all."
As he finished reading the speech Paul shouted, "Cut!"
"Well done Andrew," said Paul. If you want to watch then just stand over there behind the cameras. Andrew walked away, still feeling very guilty but still feeling nervous and aroused.
Paul then turned to Lucy. "We will film the rest in one take," he said. There will be editing to be done afterwards but generally I find that it is best to just film everything.
"Nervous? He asked, as he took her hand ready to lead her to the men.
"Yes she mumbled, "Very nervous," as he shouted, "Main scene, take one!"
He led her to the group of men and, as they walked, he said, "Try to relax and enjoy it I'm sure they will all behave like gentlemen. Don't worry about what you have to do. I will be directing every part, so just listen to me and do what I say.
Once more the room was silent except for the 'click, click of Lucy's heels as Paul led her to the group of men.
He positioned her in front of the empty chair and stood close beside her. There was a camera opposite her but outside of the group of chairs.
She noticed another cameraman with a hand held camera. He was slowly moving the camera from her head down to her feet and then back again.
She stood nervously and listened as Paul looked directly at the hand held cameraman and said, as if talking to a large unseen audience, "I think you will agree that Lucy looks delightful. You will have noticed how her prominent nipples are beautifully shown through the sheer silk of her dress. You will no doubt also have noticed that the silk clings beautifully around the tops of her thighs."
Lucy looked around at the six men all staring intently at her. As she caught each one's gaze they would smile at her. The smile felt to Lucy like a mixture of friendliness and lust.
Looking around at the men she started to feel the deep hidden fantasy re-emerge in her head. She looked at the men's faces and imagined she was in front of her mirror again.
The hand held camera was now pointing directly at her breasts as Paul continued, "Gentlemen, in a moment you will all see what Lucy has to offer. I know I am really looking forward to seeing the tits I have lusted after for so long." As he spoke Lucy suddenly went tense as Paul's reached over and gave her breasts a quick fondle. She quickly realised that she would have to get used to being touched by Paul and the other men if she was going to succeed in this nightmare that her husband had made.
With the camera following every move, Paul started to run his hands all over the front of Lucy's dress. She could hear the delight in his voice as he said, "relax Lucy."
She tried to relax as the man she detested so much crudely squeezed and fondled her breasts through the silk. She listened to him commenting to the camera and to the six men how firm her breasts felt.
She could see the dirty lustful look in his eyes stronger than ever as he started pinching her nipples and commenting further about how prominently they showed under the silk.
She was horrified to realise that this whole situation was starting to make her feel aroused. Even Paul's hands grabbing at her breasts felt OK.
Paul then turned her round so that her back was to the men and then ran his hand down over her buttocks. She listened as he said, "Gentlemen, what a delectable arse Lucy has. I just love the way the silk clings to her cheeks."
She felt his hand brushing over her rear again and then pressing the silk into the cleft of her buttocks.
Andrew watched from the edge as his old friend ran his hands over his wife. He could feel his own excitement as he watched and waited.
Paul then turned her round again to face the men and said, "Gentlemen, as I said earlier Andrew has offered us the use of his wife and she has agreed.
So before we have a much better look at what he has offered us I suggest that we all show Lucy what we will be giving her."
Lucy realised that the men had obviously discussed all of this before she and Andrew had arrived.
The six men all stood up and started to undress, including Paul.
Suddenly this was becoming very real.
Lucy stood and stared as they all took off there clothes until all they had on was their underpants.
Again her old fantasy moved a little closer to reality as she looked around at the six semi naked men in front of her. Her eyes felt drawn to the tops of their thighs as she looked at the bulges under their underpants. She could see that most of them were already erect and felt a sudden shiver run through her body.
Lucy watched as the hand held cameraman slowly moved from man to man; the lens focussed directly on their bulges. Finally he came round to Paul. Lucy turned her head and looked down at the large bulge that Paul was showing off to the camera. As she watched he crudely rubbed himself.
"OK gentlemen, I'm sure that Lucy is impressed so far. Please sit down and let me show you what is on offer."
Lucy just listened; imagining the mirror, her fantasy, feeling her nipples tingling against the silk fabric of her dress.
He turned to Lucy saying, "Your main task today is to make each man cum. You will allow them to use you however they want and ejaculate where ever they want. Your body is solely for their pleasure until you have exhausted them all."
Lucy nodded.
She looked around nervously, feeling uncertain if she could actually achieve what was being asked of her.
She then panicked as she noticed a small trolley that she had not noticed before placed next to the empty armchair.
On the trolley she saw a tube of KY jelly, a vibrator, and a string consisting of six beads, each about one inch in diameter and spaced about one inch apart, the string ended with a ring attached.
Lucy recognised the KY and the vibrator but felt apprehensive and uncertain about the strange looking string of beads.
Paul had been waiting for her to see these items and grinned as he said, "Lucy, we always have some accessories standing by during a film shoot. We find that sometimes the girl needs to be prepared before the first penetration."
He then walked behind her saying, "and now it is time to show the men what they have been patiently waiting to see."
Lucy could sense the wave of excitement that seemed to fill the room.
She also felt Paul's fingers reach for the zip on the back of her dress.
She made a huge effort to stay calm and try to look relaxed as she felt him pull the zip very slowly down, inch by inch, until she could feel it was completely undone.
She felt his hands move up to her shoulders and watched as the cameramen adjusted their lenses and focussed directly on her.
Paul lifted the shoulder parts of her dress up and then out before slowly pulling it down. She was very conscious of the fine silk slowly slipping down over her naked breasts. Paul paused for a moment, letting go of the dress. It just hung there as if being held in place by her nipples. He then gently gripped each side of the dress again and gave it a swift pull. Lucy felt the silk suddenly slip from her nipples. Her breasts were now suddenly completely exposed to the lustful stares of the six men. She prayed that her hips might halt the dress as it fell down her body but the smoothness of her hips together with the softness of the silk prevented that. The dress just fell to the floor and lay crumpled around her feet.
She heard gasps from the men of "Wow!" "Fuck!" and other expletives indicating there obvious delight in seeing her naked.
She looked at them all staring back at her. It was like her mirror fantasy only real. She could feel their eyes roaming all over her and feasting on her nakedness.
Paul stooped down and helped her lift each leg in turn and pulled away the dress.
Andrew felt his erection grow as he heard the appreciative comments from the men and watched his wife standing almost naked wearing only the stockings, suspenders and high heals.
Lucy actually surprised her self by having to admit to herself that, mixed with the acute embarrassment of all these men staring at her naked body, she was also feeling a certain level of enjoyment. After all, this admiration was what she had fantasized about for so many years whenever she looked at her self in a mirror.
In her fantasies however this was where it usually stopped.
Paul was now standing by her side again watching the man with the handheld camera panning all over her body.
As she stood there Lucy was very aware of how she was holding her legs together tightly. She was also becoming aware of the fact that her arousal was more than she cared to admit. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she held them together.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the hand held cameraman when he said, "Paul, are we going for the first cunt shot now?"
Lucy had tried to ignore the fact that sooner or later she would no longer be able to preserve any modesty. She had tried to imagine that she might be able to achieve her task in some subtle way but of course she realised this was a porno film. She had seen a few of the ones Andrew had thought were well hidden in his study. She would sneak a look when she was alone in the house, enjoying some of the scenes but wondering how the girls could show themselves so crudely. Now she realised that these films were almost certainly made by Paul and the girl about to show herself crudely was actually her.
"Move your legs apart Lucy," Paul said, "The camera here needs a glimpse between your legs.
Lucy moved her feet apart a little, about six inches or so.
"Further Lucy," Paul moved behind her and used his foot to nudge her feet further apart.
Lucy looked down at the man with the hand held camera. He was kneeling in front of her with the camera pointed directly up at her.
Paul looked down at him and asked, "OK, how's that?"
The cameraman replied, "A bit more."
Paul gave Lucy's feet another big nudge with his own until her feet were about eighteen inches apart.
Lucy knew that the cameraman could now actually see what he wanted because as she parted her legs that last time she suddenly felt her wet labia exposed to the air.
The camera man looked up at Paul and said, "Fucking perfect, lovely big protruding cunt lips, really looking forward to some good close ups later"
These crude comments acted as a focus for the embarrassment she had always felt about her large protruding labia-minora. Andrew always said he liked it but that did not help much. Now she was forced to face the reality that Paul and the six men would all be looking at the part of her body that she was unsure of.
Although Paul said nothing and just grinned he was also looking forward to making Lucy fulfil all the fantasies he had nurtured about her all these years.
Lucy knew that the six men had all heard the cameraman's comment and were all eager to see for themselves.
Paul felt his penis twitch as he thought of the next pose for Lucy.
"Lucy, please now turn around so you are facing away from the men."
Lucy slowly turned around, wondering what was coming next.
"Now place your feet the same distance apart as last time."
She nervously shifted her feet apart again making scraping noises with the high heals.
Although she could not see him or the other men she imagined them all staring at her smooth round globes.
She also sensed that the camera man would not be far away, waiting for more crude shots.
She felt Paul run his hands up and down the backs of her legs. He started at her feet, running his hands over the sheer nylon of her stockings and then up onto the smooth naked flesh of her upper thighs.
He spoke to her saying, "I will never tire of that view. Your legs looking taught and long, accentuated by the high heals and stockings. I love the way your arse is framed by the suspenders, your upper thighs and the stocking tops. Now Lucy, please bend over and try to touch your toes." She started to bend but stopped as he said abruptly, "keep your legs straight and just bend at the waist."
She slowly started to bend over, very aware of the appreciative noises coming from the men.
As she bent she listened to Paul say, "Gentlemen, this is one of my favourite shots and I always get the girls to do this. You will notice that as Lucy bends over for us we will get a perfect view between her legs.
Lower Lucy, lower," said Paul, Lucy prided herself in her flexibility which was the result of regular visits to the gym. With plenty more encouragement from Paul she managed to bend right over and touch her toes.
With Lucy now bent right over Paul continued, "Now you can all see why I like this pose so much. Look how her cunt is beautifully displayed together with her arsehole.
As she looked back between her legs she saw the camera man focusing directly between her legs again. She felt very exposed and, as if she needed reminding, could hear the men commenting on how much they liked the look of her labia.
Amongst the images in her head of her old fantasy she started to realise that there was an added component that was adding to her arousal.
The men were actually saying they loved the appearance of her protruding lips and how horny they looked as they hung between her legs. As she heard them say it she felt a tingle run through her body.
She knew she should be feeling humiliated having to stand like this but it was more like a voyage of discovery. As she looked back between her legs at the men she was shocked to realise how she was enjoying seeing them look lustfully at her rudely exposed body. She liked the feeling of knowing she was turning them on, making them hard, wanting her.
Paul could also sense that he had been right about her all along. He sensed years ago that she would actually enjoy behaving and being treated as a slut.
He decided it was time for the next part of her exposure.
She felt his hands gently rubbing each buttock. One hand was on each, caressing and gently squeezing them. Until now Lucy had only been concerned about if she could manage satisfy these men like she satisfied her husband using her vagina and sometimes with her mouth. No other possibility had even entered her head.
This suddenly changed when the man with the hand held camera said, "We going for the arsehole shot now?"
She heard Paul say, "Yes," and then felt him pull her buttocks apart. She felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh, pulling them wide open leaving her in no doubt that her most private of holes was now being displayed fully to the camera and men.
She suddenly tensed her body and went to stand up as Paul brushed the tip of a finger right over anus.
"Relax Lucy," he said, pushing her head back down, "for the film to be a financial success it has to have some good shots of your arsehole."
She stayed bent over but said to him, "no not my anus, I don't want anyone to try that."
Paul just ignored her and let go of her buttocks. She started to protest as he reached for the open tube of KY jelly on the table.
With her head still down by her knees she strained to look back up at Paul. He smiled down at her as he squeezed a large blob of jelly onto his finger.
She felt him part her buttocks again using one hand and then the sudden cold and wet sensation of the KY jelly as he placed the blob directly onto her anus.
Her husband Andrew had often teased her anus with his finger when they made love but despite admitting to him once that it felt OK she refused to let him push his finger inside her.
Now, as she looked back between her open legs at the eager audience of six men, she felt Paul moving the tip of his finger in small circular movements over her anus.
Even bent over in this humiliating position she shocked herself by wishing he would touch her moist labia and tried to blank out the reality of having her anus exposed and teased while they all watched.
Paul continued his small circular movements but slowly started to push the tip harder against her tight anus. She felt him pause, squeeze some more KY jelly directly onto her anus and then felt the tip of his finger suddenly push about an inch inside her. She instinctively tensed her sphincter, gripping the tip of the invading finger. "No, no, please not in there!" she protested.
Paul's only response was judge the perfect moment while she was speaking. He felt her sphincter release its grip a little as she spoke and then pushed his finger in further, up to his middle knuckle.
Lucy felt him moving the tip of his finger around inside her as he said, "try to get used to it Lucy. The more you resist the more difficult it will be for you.
"But I don't want you to be using my anus," she protested, "no one has ever done that, not even David."
"It's too late now Lucy, said Paul, "When discussed using you for the film and for payment, it was assumed that all three of your holes would be available for our pleasure."
Lucy just stayed there, bent over with Paul's finger in her anus resigned to the fact that she was there to do with and be used as they wished.
"Now just try to relax your arsehole Lucy and you might find you will actually enjoy the feeling."
She decided it was best to cooperate and let Paul do as he wanted.
She felt him push the rest of his finger into her and was surprised that it did not feel that bad. Then he started to move his finger in and out as though he were fucking her anus.
Andrew was watching from behind the six men. His penis was so stiff it ached as he watched his wife bent over obscenely with his old friend Paul ramming his finger in and out of her anus.
She then listened and tensed again as she heard the hand-held cameraman say, "Paul are you going to put the beads up her arse now?"
Paul felt her sphincter grip his finger as she tensed again after hearing the cameraman's question and the sudden realisation of what the strange looking string of beads was for.
Lucy felt Paul lean across to the table, his finger still deep inside her, and use his other hand to pick up the string of beads.
He then slid his finger out from her anus in one long slow movement. The action gave Lucy a strange sensation that she had not experienced before. She realised, quite ashamedly, that the sensation was actually quite pleasant.
She twisted her head so she could look up at what Paul was doing. She watched him squeezing the KY jelly over all of the beads, coating them liberally until they were all glistening.
He looked down, caught her eye and grinned as he held the glistening beads by the ring and dangled them for her to see.
She then listened as he said to the hand-held cameraman, "OK, I want you to get a good close up as I push each bead up her arse. I want to capture how her anus stretches over each one in turn before closing around it as though swallowing them one by one.
Lucy then felt Paul pushing the first bead against her anus. She could feel her anus being stretched open by the bead. She was about to call out that it was too big and uncomfortable when suddenly the discomfort stopped.
"There said Paul, that's number one, only five more to go."
One by one Paul inserted the beads into Lucy's anus until finally just the string and the pull ring were left hanging.
"OK," said Paul to Lucy, standing back to let the handheld cameraman get a good close up, "we have all seen a glimpse of what you have to offer. I must say that Andrew is a very lucky man. Before we get a really good look I think it is only fair you should see what we have for you in more detail.
"Lucy, it is time for you to go round the men and check out what they have for you. I want you introduce your self to each of them in turn by saying, hello, my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock. The man will then get up and allow you to remove his underpants. Once removed I want you check out his cock and balls with your hands and then kneel in front of him and kiss the head of his cock. OK? Understood?"
Lucy stood back upright and nodded.
As she walked across to the first man she imagined what it must feel like to be a striptease artiste or similar. The high heals might have looked elegant when she was fully clothed but now she felt like a sex club worker. Her high heals 'clicked, clicked' on the floor and her breasts swayed sexily, as she walked over to the first man. She could also feel the six beads inside her which had the effect of focussing her mind on the sensations between her legs. As she approached he stood up. She recognised him straight away as one of Andrew's old friends. "Hello," she said, "my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock." He looked at her and smiled, reached out and gave one of her breasts and quick squeeze. She knelt in front of him and looked up at the large bulge that was only inches from her face. She reached up, placed her fingers in the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down. She pulled them out as well as down to get them over his large erect penis.
She quickly pulled the garment to the floor and he stepped out of them.
Her gaze shifted back to the large erect penis that was now standing up proudly in front of her. She reached between his legs and cupped his heavy scrotum in her hand. Then she reached for his penis and gripped it in her hand. It felt hot and hard and, after leaning forward and kissing the partially exposed head she said, "Pleased to meet you."
She moved around the six men, finally returning to the chair and Paul. She looked at the six men, all now completely naked and erect. Erect and aroused for her.
Paul gave a purposeful cough and pointed to the bulge in his underpants, as if to say, "You've forgotten something. She stood and faced him. "Hello," she said, "my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock."
Andrew was still watching. He had his hand deep inside his trouser pocket and was stroking his erection as he watched his wife, naked and about to pull down Paul's underpants and touch his penis.
Paul looked down at her as she knelt in front of him. His hands were placed on his hips as he stood with his bulge proudly thrust forward toward her face.
The man with the handheld camera was crouched next to them ready to capture the release of Paul's penis and the touches and kiss from Lucy.
She reached up and pulled his underpants out over his erection and then down.
She quickly pulled them off of his feet and then looked back up and reached for his large hairy scrotum. Andrew watched from his place behind the cameras as Lucy cupped the scrotum of the man she had always said she despised. She then moved one hand up and gripped Pauls erect penis.
As she was about to kiss the head of his erect penis the man with the hand held camera said, "shall we do the first sucking shot now or later when she is being fucked?"
Paul looked down at Lucy and replied, "I think we'll do one now and then perhaps another later."
The man moved closer with the camera as Paul said to Lucy, "we always do a cock sucking shot early on while the girl is still looking fresh and her makeup hasn't smudged and run.
Open your mouth Lucy and pretend you are enjoying sucking me.
Lucy opened her mouth and then felt Paul's hand hold the back of her head. The cameraman said he was ready and Paul thrust his hips forward, pushing his erect penis into Lucy's mouth.
He then withdrew and said, "How deep can you take a cock in your mouth Lucy?" Have you ever managed to take Andrews cock into your throat?"
She looked up at him saying, "I tried a few times but I always end up gagging."
"Good, good, so you are at least willing to try?"
"I'm not sure I can do it, she said.
Don't worry Lucy, just try your best. The cameraman will tell us when he is ready and then I will slowly push my cock into your mouth. Let's just see how much you can take. If you start to gag Just raise your hand and I will pull back.
Lucy nodded but asked, "Do the other girls do this? Take it into their throats?"
Yes, Paul said, they tell me it is an art that is not too difficult to learn.
The girls say that the trick is to first stick out your tongue and then, as the cock goes in, keep trying to swallow.
Paul grinned as Lucy said, "Ok I want to try."
Andrew had to stop rubbing himself for fear of messing his trousers. He knew that Lucy was bluffing a little because she had recently managed to take him into her throat and afterwards was very proud of her self.
"OK Lucy, ready?"
She nodded and pushed out her tongue.
The camera man said "OK, ready and focussed."
Paul looked down at Lucy enjoying the sensation and the view as she took the head of his penis back into her mouth.
He held her head again and then started to slowly enter her mouth. He watched as it slowly disappeared, he felt her swallowing hard and then felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She momentarily gagged a little but did not raise her hand. Paul pulled her head closer and closer and delighted in feeling the head of his cock push into her throat. Her lips were now pressed hard against his pubic hair. He held her there for a few seconds, ensuring that the cameraman had got a good shot before pulling out. As he pulled out his penis, Paul watched her saliva dribbling in long strings from the end.
"Well done Lucy, you are a very talented lady. I'm sure that later on one or more of the men might want to use your throat."
"OK, Lucy will you please stand up now," said Paul.
As she stood up, the man with the hand held camera passed her a tissue to wipe her mouth. Lucy smiled and said, "Thanks."
Paul felt very pleased with Lucy's progress so far. She was proving to be much more willing than her could ever have imagined. Yes, he had already guessed a long time ago that there might be a slut hidden within Lucy but now he was certain and felt excited as he thought about what he had in mind for her next.
He turned to her saying, "Lucy, before we go on to the actual fucking scenes we need to have some good close-ups of what you have between your legs."
The 'hand held' cameraman then interrupted saying, "we doing the cunt lips and arsehole close-ups now?"
"Yes," said Paul.
"OK, I'll change the lens then," replied the cameraman.
Lucy cringed as she heard the cameraman. She hated the way he talked about her most intimate body parts so crudely but could not deny a sudden twinge of excitement somewhere deep inside.
These feelings were confusing her as she started to acknowledge them. Lucy the wife of the wealthy investment banker would never have tolerated such disrespect and crudity. The contradiction for Lucy was that being here in what should be a dreadful situation was really starting to turn her on.
As she listened just now she cringed at the thought of letting them take close-up shots between her legs. She cringed but she felt a wonderful excitement stir inside.
Her thought were interrupted as Paul said, "Lucy, please sit in the arm chair."
Lucy moved across to the armchair, conscious of her breasts swaying, her heels clicking and all the men watching her intently.
As she sat down Paul said, "Now Lucy, this is when we all get a really good look at your cunt. I want you to lean back and then try to place a leg over each arm. If it is more comfortable you can put your hands behind your knees to hold them right back."
Lucy could feel her self start to blush furiously as Paul helped her to spread her thighs and expose her self completely to the men and cameras.
Lucy had never felt so exposed or vulnerable in her whole life.
Paul then said, "Lucy, move down a little more, we can't see your arsehole properly."
That same deep arousal she had felt earlier stirred again as she shifted herself lower in the chair.
"That's great," said Paul, "are you comfortable enough to stay like that for a while?"
"I think so," she replied but it is quite difficult holding my legs up like this."
"No problem," Paul replied, "We have some silk ropes we can use to help."
Lucy stayed silent as Paul walked behind the chair. She then looked up and saw he had two lengths of soft looking rope in his hands.
This chair is fully equipped with accessories," he said with a grin.
She just lay there as he tied each rope just above each of her knees and then gently pulled them back and out. With her knees now folded back against the outside of each breast she felt him tie off the ropes on some kind of hidden loops behind the chair.
She thought she was obscenely exposed before but this felt even more obscene.
Paul walked round the chair again and stood facing her. "Lucy, you look even better than I imagined you would." As he spoke she watched that familiar filthy grin spread across his face as his eyes moved down to her crudely exposed labia.
She watched his eyes move back and gaze into hers as he reached down with his hand and ran his fingers over her labia. As he groped between her legs he repeatedly pulled and played with her large protruding labia-minora.
Lucy tried to suppress an involuntary sigh, ashamed at how aroused she was now feeling.
The handheld cameraman then said, "Paul are we going for the fully 'stretched open cunt shot' now? Looking at those big lips it is going to look fantastic!"
Lucy saw Paul nod to the cameraman as he moved away from the front her leaving her completely displayed for the six men.
He then said, "Gentlemen, please come and gather round. I'm sure you all want a good close look at the treasures between Lucy's thighs.
Lucy watched the six men all gather round. All of them were staring between her thighs and all of them fully erect.
As she gazed at the array of stiff penises in front of her Lucy realised that despite the humiliation of the situation she now wanted to feel one of them inside her.
This whole filming procedure, displaying her for the camera and kissing the men's erections had felt like a long slow deliberate foreplay.
Lucy felt fully aroused. In fact she had never felt so aroused ever.
"OK, Lucy," said Paul, "as you heard my cameraman say just now, it is time for the 'stretched open cunt shot'." Lucy saw that the cameraman was eagerly waiting with the camera lens pointing directly between her thighs.
Paul continued, "I want you to reach between your thighs and touch your self. I'm sure you must masturbate when you are alone and having fantasies."
Even now, with her intimate parts displayed so crudely to all the men, this mention from Paul of her masturbating whilst alone at home made her blush deeply. Like a child being caught doing something naughty.
"Don't be shy now Lucy."
Lucy tentatively moved her hands down over her belly and nervously touched her moist labia. Despite the audience it felt good as she touched the wetness and ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her wetness.
"Finger yourself Lucy. Come on; push a finger into your juicy cunt."
Lucy did as he asked whilst; unseen by her, Andrew had moved closer to get a better view of her displayed so crudely.
"OK, Lucy that was good. Now please move your hands under your thighs so that you can open your cunt nice and wide for us."
Lucy moved her hands from over her thighs to under them and brought her hands across from each side.
"Now hold those lovely big cunt lips in each hand and pull yourself open Lucy."
Lucy felt as though she was in a surreal dream as she sought out her Labia-minora and gently held them between the fingers of each hand. "Good girl," said Paul, "now open your self as wide as you can."
She started to do as he asked, pulling her lips apart. "More Lucy, wider," said Paul as he watched the woman who had been the subject of many of his fantasies during masturbation open her self and display her wet vagina so beautifully for them.
As Lucy displayed herself so lewdly she remembered the smug feelings she used to have when socialising with these men, especially Paul, when she would notice them trying to mentally undress her. She also remembered how she had recently imagined a group of men watching her as she masturbated in the bath and how horny it had made her feel.
Now, as she held her self wide open for all the men to see she was also very conscious of the ring and string that was dangling from her anus and the strange feeling of the large beads in her rectum.
As Andrew watched his wife being displayed and prepared to be used by the men he felt an overwhelming urge to unzip his trousers. He quickly looked around, thinking to himself that nobody would see because they were all looking at his wife. He did not notice another cameraman in the shadows as he unzipped his trousers, fumbled in his underpants and then finally liberated his erect penis. He then continued to watch as he lightly stroked himself.
Andrew was still watching as Paul walked around the chair and unfastened the ropes that were holding Lucy's legs. He listened as Paul said, "OK Lucy, you can relax for a minute. Please stand up and move amongst the men.
Lucy moved her hands away from between her legs as she felt the ropes being untied. She then stood up, not quite sure what to do next. She then took a few steps towards the men, feeling their eyes fixed on her breasts as they swayed sexily. With each step she felt the beads in her rectum acting as a reminder that she would be expected to have her most private place violated by some of these men.
The men gathered around her and started to touch her. While some were groping her breasts she felt a hand delve between her thighs and roughly grab her wet labia. She suddenly tensed as another pulled playfully on the ring that was dangling from her anus.
After a minute or so of being crudely groped Paul picked up the vibrator from the table and held it for Lucy to see.
The men stopped groping her and stood back. There was a tense, sexual feeling filling the room as the men all realised that the real action was about to start.
Lucy watched as one of the film crew dragged a thick mattress across the floor and placed it next to her. "OK Lucy," said Paul, "Please kneel on the mattress. I want you on all fours."
Lucy looked around at the men and then hesitatingly knelt down onto the mattress. This is it, she thought to herself. This is where they will all have me.
"I want to see your arse pushed up in the air Lucy, like a slut waiting to be fucked.
Lean on your forearms. That's good," said Paul as he walked round behind her and pushed the small of her back downwards and nudged her thighs apart.
Lucy felt completely exposed again as she knelt and waited.
She noticed the handheld cameraman ready by her side as he said to Paul, "should get some nice footage of her tits swinging as she's fucked from behind."
Paul reached under her and roughly cupped each breast in his hand. "Yes, they should swing nicely."
He then moved behind her, still holding the vibrator, and she felt him run his fingers between her wet lips as he commented, "Mmmmmmmm, nice and wet."
She felt him rub the tip of the vibrator between her labia and then she caught her breath as he pushed the whole length inside her with one long slow thrust.
"Very good, Lucy," he said, "your cunt feels as though it is in full working order."
With the vibrator still firmly inside her, she felt him pull on the ring that was dangling from her anus. She felt the beads start to move and the sudden tightness as the first bead started to stretch her sphincter on its way out. He pulled very slowly and she felt the tightness growing in intensity and then suddenly the pressure was gone as the first bead exited her anus. The pressure started to build again as Paul resumed pulling the string. Once more she felt the pressure as the next ball stretched her. Building to a slow crescendo and then suddenly gone. Lucy was surprised that the feeling was actually quite pleasant. One by one Paul pulled out the beads.
Finally the last bead plopped out of her anus leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness. This empty feeling was added to when she felt the vibrator being withdrawn from her vagina.
As Paul slid the vibrator out of her she felt him rub the head over her wet lips and then move on up toward her anus.
She felt the tip of the vibrator push against her anus which was still partially dilated. She started to protest, "No, its too bi............................ ............." She stopped mid sentence as Paul pushed the vibrator up into her rectum in the same way that he had earlier pushed it into her vagina; one long slow thrust. She felt her sphincter momentarily protest at the size of the invader and gasped a few times but was completely surprised at how easily Paul was able to push it up inside her.
"Well done Lucy," said Paul, "now you know how important the beads were for educating your arsehole."
She looked around her as the men moved in closer and stood stroking their erect penises.
She listened as the hand held cameraman said to Paul, "I'll get the close up of your cock as it enters her arsehole then I'll move round as you fuck her to get the full scene with her tits swaying in time to her arse being fucked. OK?"
"Yes, that'll be great, will one of you men who would like Lucy to suck your cock get ready so we can have a scene of her being fucked from both ends."
One of the six men quickly knelt in front of Lucy, his stiff penis swaying within inches of her face. He then held it with one hand and rubbed the tip over her lips.
She felt the vibrator move inside her as Paul gripped the end of it and gave it a few twists. She then felt him pull it out from her as he said, "OK, Lucy, its time for you to have a cock in both ends; one in your mouth and mine in your arsehole."
Lucy opened her mouth to speak but then felt her head being tilted upwards as the man kneeling in front of her pushed his erect penis between her lips.
Her husband Andrew watched as Paul moved directly behind his wife holding his stiff penis in his hand. Andrew knew that what Paul was about to do had always been denied him.
He watched the handheld cameraman move in close to his wife's rear end as Paul positioned the head of his erect penis against her anus.
He heard a muffled "mmmph" sound from Lucy as Paul gripped her hips tightly and thrust his penis into her anus pushing her forwards onto the penis in front of her and causing her to momentarily choke.
Almost straight away Paul and the other man started to rhythmically thrust into her from each end.
Andrew felt he could not restrain himself any longer and as he watched his wife Lucy being abused from both ends. He gripped his erect penis and masturbated as he watched her breasts swinging under her in time with the men's thrusts. He had never felt so aroused, as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. He quickly glanced around, still not noticing the other cameraman. Suddenly he was ejaculating. He stifled a moan and felt his semen coming out in multiple spurts, splashing onto the floor. The cameraman captured the whole moment and smiled to himself knowing that Paul would be pleased.
As his penis slowly softened in his hand, Andrew still stared at the spectacle of his wife being used by his friends and colleagues.
Lucy could sense that the man she was sucking would soon ejaculate and she concentrated on trying not to choke as he held her head and roughly thrust into her mouth.
She could also feel Paul's heavy scrotum slapping against her moist labia as he satisfied his lust in her anus.
Paul was the first to release his semen. She felt his body tense and his thrusts momentarily pause before feeling his hot semen flooding her rectum.
The man she was sucking followed quite quickly. She felt his stiff penis start to pulsate in her mouth and then his hot semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed urgently, tasting the saltiness as it slipped down.
She felt Paul withdraw from her anus and then felt another take his place. The man who had just ejaculated into her mouth seemed quite content to keep his semi-erect penis between her lips as the last dribbles of semen still trickled into her mouth.
The others all took it in turn to use her anus for their pleasure. As each one entered her she could feel the previous man's semen oozing out of her and dripping over her moist labia and then down the insides of her thighs.
Finally she realised that all six men had ejaculated inside her. She watched the handheld cameraman walk behind her and heard him say bluntly, "Hey, Paul, her arsehole is now bigger than her cunt!"
She remained kneeling, feeling like a cheap slut and, as the thoughts of what they had just done to her filled her mind, she felt repulsed. However she also felt confused. She was confused by how aroused she was feeling. She had just been abused by six men, five of them using her anally and ejaculating into her rectum. No one had forced her to do it, she had actually agreed to it.
Now she felt so aroused she knew she would do anything more that they asked.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Paul say to the film crew, "OK guys, thanks for your skill and hard work filming our delightful Lucy.
"Lucy," he continued, "It is normal practice for our female stars to give relief to our film crew. As I'm sure you will appreciate you will have made them very horny as they watched and filmed you. I will film the rest of the action as they use you."
Lucy watched as the three crew members moved in front of her and quickly undressed. Any feelings of guilt or disgust were now gone as she brazenly stared at the three more erect penises displayed before her.
Her eyes were transfixed by the largest of the three. The fact that he was black just seemed to excite her even more. His penis looked enormous. It was so long and thick that it appeared too heavy to be able to stand upright.
She watched as the black man walked slowly round behind her. The other two crew members stayed in front, obviously keen to watch.
She felt the black man run his large hand up between her legs. She gasped out loud as he touched her wet labia; crudely pulling at her long lips. She felt her arousal rising as he sought out her clitoris with one of his fingers causing her to groan with the pleasure. She groaned again as he slipped two fingers up inside her vagina. Her groans of pleasure were not only because of his touch but also her great expectation of finally having some attention paid to her neglected vagina.
She closed her eyes, yearning for him to enter her. She could not believe how much she wanted to feel this big black man inside her vagina having been fearful that he would want to follow the others into her rectum.
She felt him push his hand into the small of her back and, like the slut she now was, knew what he wanted and pushed her rear up high and provocatively. She felt him spread her buttocks and could almost feel the lust in his dark eyes knowing that she was completely and crudely fully exposed to his gaze.
Her husband Andrew was still watching and despite having already ejaculated earlier felt his penis stiffen once more as he watched the big black man with his wife.
Lucy waited impatiently as the black man teased her with his large penis. She could feel him rubbing the head repeatedly between her large wet labia and then up to her anus. Long lazy movements causing her to become more and more aroused.
She could feel her own juices and the sperm of the previous men being mixed and spread between her buttocks by this black man's cock.
Then he stopped moving. She started to protest as she felt the head of his enormous penis suddenly push against her sphincter. Although she was still partially dilated from the previous men the black man's penis felt impossibly large.
She gasped, "No, please, no. It is toooo........." He took her breath away as he gripped her hips with his huge hands and slowly but firmly pushed his huge penis into her rectum.
When it was finally completely inside her all Lucy could manage to say was, "Fuuuuck!"
She could not believe that the huge penis she had seen earlier was somehow in her rectum. What surprised her even more was that, although she could feel the whole length stretching her, it was not uncomfortable.
Andrew was now rubbing his own erect penis once more as he watched his wife being buggered by this black man.
As the black man started to thrust in and out of Lucy's rectum, he reached beneath her and once more sought out her large labia and clitoris with his fingers.
The other men all watched as she closed her eyes and started to lose control. They listened to her groans and moans of pleasure as the black man ravaged her. They watched her breasts swinging wildly beneath her as the black man thrust into her.
Lucy had a vision in her head of how disgusting she must be looking being used by this black man so obscenely but she no longer cared. She could feel his pure animal lust with each stroke and the sensation of his huge penis in her rectum combined with his fingers between her wet labia were driving her wild.
The men listened as her moans of pleasure started to increase in volume and pitch until she was screaming almost uncontrollably. The screams came in bursts, perfectly in time with each thrust of the black man's hips. The black man stopped thrusting. Her screams became one long howl of pleasure as she felt his penis throbbing deep inside her and the warmth of his sperm as it filled her.
Almost as soon as she felt him finish ejaculating he pulled out of her. She suddenly felt empty. She opened her eyes as she felt a hand under her chin, encouraging her to lift her head.
The other two crew members were still there in front of her. She sat back on her heels, feeling the black man's sperm start to dribble from her anus, instinctively knowing what the other two wanted.
The first of them moved closer and pushed his erect penis between her partly open lips. He held her head and roughly thrust his penis in and out of he mouth. She nearly choked a few times as it touched the back of her throat. She just sucked hard and swallowed as she felt his thrusts become more and more urgent. She felt his hair covered scrotum slapping against her chin as he suddenly ejaculated into her throat. He quickly withdrew and, before she had time to recover, his colleague had taken his place. Once more she felt her head being gripped hard as he pushed the whole length of his erect penis into her mouth. She felt him start to thrust harder and was preparing to take this second load of sperm into her throat when suddenly he withdrew. There was a momentary delay as his penis plopped from her mouth and he gripped it with his hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at him just as the first spurt hit her on her forehead. He then continued to ejaculate all over her face until it was dripping from her chin, nose, cheeks and forehead. She just sat there looking round at all the men who had just used her. She smiled as they all started to applaud.
"Well done Lucy," said Paul, "maybe next time we'll get more adventurous!"
"Next time?!" exclaimed Lucy, you said I just had to star in one movie.
"I don't remember specifying how many movies Lucy. It all depends on how much money we make from this one."
As she stood up she looked around at the nine men who had all just used her. And, with semen still dribbling down her thighs and from her face she walked past them all back to the room where she had changed. Once in the room she closed the door, took off her stockings and suspenders and then stepped into the shower knowing that this would not be the last time.
A week later a package was delivered to Lucy's house. Andrew had gone out earlier so she was alone. She opened the package and found a note from Paul and a DVD. The note said, Dear Andrew and Lucy, here is your copy of the DVD we made last week. Andrew, I think you will agree that Lucy makes a very good porno star. I'll let you know soon how successful it is and how much of your debt is paid off.
Lucy then removed the plain wrapper from the DVD and felt her heart jump. The cover had the title, "Wanking Banker's Wife" The cover had stills from the movie all around the edge of Lucy being used by the men. These pictures surrounded a central picture of her husband Andrew gripping his erect penis and ejaculating as he watched her.
Lucy could not resist the temptation to watch the DVD. She put it into the machine and sat back to watch. As she watched the opening scenes she felt very humiliated and disgusted at what she had agreed to do. She could clearly see the look of delight on Paul's face in the scene where he had her crudely displaying her self to all the men.
She watched the whole movie with the stark realisation that the woman behaving like a complete slut was her.
She watched the final scene with her kneeling on the floor and wantonly thrusting her backside at the black man before he buggered her and felt all of her feelings of disgust and humiliation fade away as she pushed her hand between her legs, touched her wet labia and re-lived the whole experience.
The End
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