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   Katie and Paul Pt.  10 - Photoshoot

   We'd been back from holiday for almost two weeks, and the weather back
home was almost as glorious, if not as warm, like Greece.  It had given me
plenty of chances to sunbathe on our balcony after work, to keep my bronze
tan topped up.  Paul wasn't complaining, it was almost more of a shock for
him to come home to find me actually having any clothes on.

   I hadn't had the chance to sunbathe tonight, we were going out to a
restaurant with some of Paul's work colleagues.  Although it was now midway
through September the weather was warm enough of an evening to still wear
my summer dresses.  There'd be a slight chill but that would be hardly
noticeable as we got in and out of taxis.

   I'd selected my dress to wear, a royal blue number, but couldn't decide
whether to go with white or black underwear underneath.  I spent as much
time trying on each with the dress as I had done in the shower, constantly
changing my mind.  I opted to go with white, and also decided to tease Paul
by wearing white stockings ready for when we got home.

   Paul had arrived home, showered and changed not long after I'd finished.
He looked me up and down and mock wolf-whistled me.  He was just checking
he had everything when he heard his laptop ping.

   "Oh, I've had an email that hasn't come through to my phone," he
exclaimed.

   He read the email, looked up at me, then re-read it again.  He looked
confused, then started laughing.

   "What's funny, who's the email from?" I asked.

   "Geoff," he answered.

   Geoff was a name I'd virtually forgotten about.  He was our old near
neighbour who I'd found out a few months ago could see me in our bedroom.
I'd always walked around our bedroom naked after showering or after waking
up, and now it had left my mind that Geoff had a very good view of me while
I did so.  I hadn't stopped doing so and didn't even bother to see if Geoff
was watching anymore.

   "What does he want, I'd almost forgotten about him," I asked.

   "Well, first off he says the white undies were a good choice, they
contrast very nicely against your suntan.  Secondly, he says he'd really
like to see the black undies up close," Paul told me.

   I didn't understand what he meant, but Paul was already sending a reply
to ask him to elaborate.  The laptop pinged again.

   "He says his eyesight isn't as good as it was now he's old, and he's
having to use binoculars to focus on you properly.  He'd get a much better
view of you in his living room instead."

   "Cheeky bugger," I replied, "He should be grateful he still gets a free
view now and again!"

   Paul looked at me and asked if we should send him the link to the
website for the Pizzagirl pictures.

   "At least he can look at them on his computer, that's close enough to
you being in his living room right?"

   I half-nodded, and Paul sent the link before I could change my mind. 
Geoff had seen enough of me in real life anyway.  The next reply came
through.

   "Great pics, Katie's come splattered arse looks amazing.  And who knew
she was into old men too, or is it just old men on a train?"

   I'd forgotten Paul had uploaded those.  We'd all got our faces covered
by black squares, but there was no denying how old the man had been.  Paul
looked pensive, so I asked him what was the matter.

   "He says they'll pay you £100 each for one evening, photos and videos.
They've done it before and will sign agreements that nothing will be posted
online, it's purely for self-gratification."

   I looked at him shocked, and asked what Geoff meant by 'they'.  We got
the answer soon enough.

   "He's been taking pictures and videoing you to practice and has joined a
photography club to get him out of the house.  There are four others about
the same age as him all willing to chip in.  It means you'll earn £500 for
about three hours of work.  You know we don't need the money, but you've
shown off to a lot of people for free previously.  Think of it as doing
another balcony show but being paid for it instead."

   I thought for a while, then told him to tell Geoff we'd think about it
and get back to him as soon as we'd decided.  Paul replied to Geoff, then
we left for the restaurant.

   My mind was elsewhere while we were out.  There were six of us on our
table, with Paul and myself sitting on one side together.  Paul leaned over
after a while and asked if I was okay, and I told him I couldn't get
Geoff's proposal out of my head.  I felt Paul's hand slowly start to raise
my skirt, over my knees at first, then to my stocking tops, then just
enough that he could flick a hand across the front of my panties.  I had to
suppress a groan.

   Paul leaned over to me and whispered "Thinking of Geoff's idea is
getting you hot and bothered down there isn't it?"

   I looked at him as he moved away, a big smirk across his face.  I knew
he was up for the idea, and he was right, I could feel my pussy tingling
even before Paul had touched me.  I felt a little ashamed that I'd been
thinking about Geoff's cock.  I excused myself and said I needed the
toilet. Once I got myself into a cubicle I hitched up my skirt and checked
my panties, as I thought they were very damp.  I decided to take them off
and stuffed them into my handbag.  I instinctively felt my fingers stray to
my clit, and I shuddered.  I needed to release this pent up frustration,
but also knew I'd be missed if I stayed in there too long.  Reluctantly I
stood up and smoothed my dress down, and returned to my seat.

   I hadn't long sat down when Paul started to pull my skirt up again.  He
got it to my stocking tops again, and his hand went to snake up my leg,
only this time I knocked Paul's hand away.  He grinned in realisation at
what I'd done.

   Sitting opposite us was a female colleague of Pauls, named Cathy.  She
was very prim and proper, Paul had come back home with stories of her
turning her nose up at any form of vulgarity in the office.  Her husband
Rob was sitting next to her, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but
here.  They were both about mid-40s in age.

   Suddenly Paul dropped his knife off the table, and in trying to stop it
from hitting the floor succeeded only in knocking it further under the
table towards Rob.  He asked Rob if he could reach down for it, as it was
too far for him to pick up.  Rob bent down under the table, retrieved the
knife, then banged his head under the table.  It suddenly dawned on me that
because he was sitting opposite me, he would have been able to see right up
my skirt and see I had no panties on.

   He re-appeared looking very red-faced, and quickly shot a glance at me,
and then Paul.  I smiled and asked if he'd seen anything else down there.
His face went a further shade of red.

   The evening finished and we made our way home, not after Rob had kissed
me goodnight on the cheek for what seemed like an eternity, and thanked me
for making the dinner worthwhile.

   Myself and Paul had both had a fair amount to drink, and had to work the
next day, although my shift didn't start until 10 am Paul had to be in the
office at 6 am, so we undressed and clambered into bed.

   I awoke the next morning to find Paul's side of the bed empty.  It was
almost 7.30 am.  It was a bit early for me to start getting ready for work
yet, and getting out of bed noticed I'd taken off my undies but not my
stockings.  I ran my hand down my nylon-clad thigh, and it made me tingle
inside.  I really like the feel of nylon on my body, and coupled with last
night's flashing, Geoff's idea, and the fact Paul and I hadn't had sex, I
knew my next move.

   My hand wandered to my clit and I started to rub myself, slowly easing
my middle finger up my already soaking slit and across my clit.  My back
arched as I did so, my stomach turning knots.  I stopped momentarily to
reach into my toys drawer and heard the laptop ping.  It was an email
notification.  I remembered Geoff still hadn't had an answer.

   I stopped what I was doing and opened up the laptop.  The screen showed
there were 5 unread messages.  Geoff was either very impatient or
explaining everything in great detail.  It was a little of both.  It
explained how there'd be video cameras up at various angles around the room
which would be shooting while they took pictures.  Geoff would edit these
later and we could have a copy if we wanted.  However he explained further
that if I went there one evening, with all the lights on and the curtains
across Geoff's french windows to the garden not closed, Paul would not only
be able to get a good view, but he wanted him to video it from our balcony
too.

   He didn't want Paul to go with me.  Hmm, that bit scared me a little,
but he'd also added that all five of them were in their sixties and they'd
done this before, so Paul was welcome to visit him beforehand and go over
the finer details.

   The last email had nothing on it, just an attachment.  I opened it, to
find a video link.  I clicked play.  It was Geoff in his favourite chair,
stroking his big fat cock.  It looked bigger on video than my previous
views of it.  He'd pointed a camcorder at himself, said to the camera that
it was a great show tonight, then turned the camera to show me, on all
fours on our bed, pounding my pussy furiously with a dildo just as I came
loudly and collapsed in a heap.  You couldn't see my face but I knew it was
me.  The camera panned back around just as Geoff came all over his floor.

   Seeing Geoff's cock set me off again.  I hated myself for it, despite
what Geoff looked like that cock of his was impressive.  I played the video
again, and my stomach and pussy tingled with excitement.  Maybe me posing
for them would mean Geoff wanking over me, and the thought of seeing his
cock up close and personal almost made me come without touching myself.

   I quickly got off the bed, flung open the curtains to our balcony, and
opened both of the windows.  I stepped out, put one leg up on the
sunlounger, and proceeded to finger my pussy with one hand while rubbing my
clit with the other, all while staring down towards Geoff's house.  I had
no idea if he was watching as I closed my eyes, and came after only 30
seconds.  My juices flowed down my stockinged legs, and I quickly had to
slide to the floor as my legs turned to jelly.  God, I needed that!

   The evening arrived and Paul and I were sitting on our sofa having just
eaten.  I reminded him that we needed to give Geoff an answer, and there
were more emails he needed to read through.  Paul hurried upstairs to get
the laptop and returned to his seat.

   "Did you read all of these properly?" he asked.

   "Not really, I quickly scanned them.  Except for the last one," I
replied.  He smirked at me as he'd already seen what the last email was.

   "He wants me to tell him your measurements, they're going to buy outfits
for you to wear, and you can keep them afterwards.  He also wants you to
grow a landing strip," Paul told me, reading from the emails.

   "A landing strip?"

   "Yeah.  He knows you're always shaved, but they want you to keep a small
rectangle of pubic hair above your clit, trimmed of course.  You can shave
the rest as normal though.  Apparently, it helps to distinguish when you're
wearing panties, or so he says.  It's not explained very well."

   It seemed a strange request, but wouldn't be too much hassle, it
wouldn't take much to shave it off again afterwards I thought to myself.

   "So, shall I tell him your up for it then?  He wants me to reply, and go
around later to talk things through with him if so."

   I hummed a little, making it look like I was still thinking about it. 
In reality, I was very much looking forward to it.  "Tell him yes," I told
Paul.

   Later that evening Paul returned from Geoff's and told me the plan. 
He'd agreed for it to be on Wednesday evening the next week, as he knew I
wouldn't have to be at work until 2 pm on Thursday.  Geoff had given him a
written agreement that they'd all signed and showed him an album of three
women they'd had the same arrangement with.  Geoff had been very meticulous
in making sure all faces had been covered over, including himself and his
friends, on both the photos and videos.  Paul also told me that there were
some very risque photographs, including some masturbation ones.  I told him
I'd been expecting so, I didn't think the £500 was just for walking around
in underwear all evening.

   Paul was happy enough with the arrangement, I told Paul my slight
apprehension about him not being there, but he assured me it would be fine
as he'd be watching anyway.  Wednesday was six days away yet, I wished it
was sooner.

   The days seemed to pass so slowly.  Wednesday finally arrived and I got
home from work, showered and shaved.  I made a point of leaving some pubic
hair as instructed, then tried to decide what to wear.  I pulled three
pairs of stockings from my drawer, and a selection of matching underwear to
go with them when Paul walked into the bedroom.

   "Oh, I assumed you'd wear jeans and a T-shirt or similar as they're
supplying the outfits?" he said.

   I'd forgotten about that.  I quickly pulled some from the wardrobe and
decided against wearing any of my own underwear as I'd only be taking them
off soon.

   We'd arranged for me to be dropped off at around 7.30 pm.  As we pulled
up outside Geoff's house Paul asked if I was still okay with this, making
sure before leaving me.  I leaned over, kissed him hungrily, and told him
to enjoy the show.

   "If you enjoy yourself, then I do not doubt that myself and the guys
will too," he said while smiling broadly.

   I knocked on the door to be greeted by Geoff.  He was wearing a vest top
and some khaki shorts.  I was glad I hadn't dressed up now.  He kissed my
hand and ushered me in, waving to Paul as he did so.  He pointed right in
front of him, and I went into his well-lit living room.  As well as the
main lights being on, there were light towers around the room, intermingled
with video cameras set up at different heights.  Five chairs we placed in a
semi-circle with Geoff's leather chair pride of place in the middle.  On
the floor was a huge plastic sheet, covering virtually the entire floor
apart from just enough room to walk around the outside.

   I was greeted by someone handing me a large glass of wine, who Geoff
introduced as Eric.  There were also Bob, Arthur and Eddie.  They all
stopped and smiled when introduced.  All of them were in their sixties like
Geoff.  I drank some of the wine and Eric topped up my glass before I could
stop him.

   "Get that down you and relax, we need to wait for Paul to be ready too
before we begin the night," Geoff told me.  I gulped half of the glass
right down.  Eric topped it up again.  I drank some more.

   Everyone seemed very friendly which put me at ease.  Bob and Arthur were
pacing around the room, viewing different angles and checking the video
cameras were correctly placed.  Eddie had made sure that there were no
obstructions from the french windows, and that the curtains were firmly
open and tied back.  Eric just seemed to be on wine duty, making sure all
had some drink in their glasses, me especially.  The sun was slowly going
down now, and half of Geoff's garden was floodlit from his living room it
was that bright.

   Paul appeared on our balcony.  He had his video camera on a tripod to
the left of our bedroom window as I looked.  I wondered why that far over,
then wondered if he'd set up the internal camera to record on his laptop,
as I had done when putting on my balcony show for Geoff.  He waved to say
he was ready, and Geoff turned to me.

   "If you're ready, go upstairs to my bedroom, first door on the left as
you go up.  There are dress bags marked one to five hanging up, wear them
in the correct order, please.  When you've modelled all five, we'll decide
on our favourite outfit for an encore session."

   I nodded, happy with the arrangement, and wandered off upstairs after
gulping down half of my wine again.  I needed to slow down, my head was
starting to get fuzzy.  I opened the door to Geoff's bedroom, and saw the
dress bags and also a fresh bottle of wine and a glass.  I poured myself
another drink.  I noticed the curtains were open and peered through.  I
realised I was above Geoff's living room.  From there you could see into
our bedroom only because of our house being higher up the hill, from his
bedroom you could see clearly into our kitchen too.  I wondered if he'd
ever watched me naked cooking?

   I opened the first dress bag up.  Standard.  Nurses outfit.  It looked
like a large vest top, with a zip right up the middle.  Straps at the
bottom to fasten stockings to.  In the bag were also some white stockings
and a white thong.  The outfit was completed by some flat white shoes and
white elbow-length gloves.

   I slipped off my jeans and t-shirt and folded them at the bottom of the
bed, and kicked off my shoes.  The outfit was a perfect fit and felt very
nice on my skin, it was a silky material.  I put it on, attached the
stockings and added the thong over the top.  My newly acquired landing
strip was visible, almost like a target for the eyes.  I checked myself out
in the mirror and noticed my nipples were starting to get erect.  I liked
how I looked, so I'm sure the guys would.  Oh well, here goes I thought to
myself as I gulped down half of the wine in one go.

   I walked down the stairs and entered the living room.  Five pairs of
eyes moved to me, five old men fell silent.

   "I guess we won't be needing the ice cubes then?" stuttered Bob,
breaking the silence while pointing at my nipples.

   I was shown to the middle of the floor, directly central to the french
windows.  The guys started directing me into different poses in different
directions, and after a minute or so I started posing how I thought looked
good.  Nobody questioned or stopped me.

   "Pull the zip halfway down" someone shouted.  Not only did I do so, but
I also started to push my breasts together while looking at each one of
them in turn.  I went back around them again, this time leaning forwards so
that my thong was showing.

   "Geoff, you've won first prize with this one mate, she's amazing, what a
figure" shouted Arthur.

   "If only we were forty years younger!" laughed Bob, and they all laughed
with him.

   I reached over for the glass of wine I had left down here, gulped some
more down, and released my breasts completely from the material.  Because
of how far up the zip still was, my breasts were pushed together, making a
very impressive cleavage.  My nipples were so hard I could have hung a
couple of the other dress bags on them.  I was really getting into it now,
and crouched down on all fours, turning so my arse faced them each, then
turning onto my back and spreading my legs a little.  My thong was still
on, but it barely hid my pussy.

   "Time for outfit two now I think" shouted Geoff.  A couple of groans
rang out.

   I sauntered out of the room doing my best catwalk to a few claps and
went upstairs.  I undressed and realised how much I was enjoying myself by
the dampness of the thong.  I picked up my glass and drank some more wine,
and topped up the glass.

   Outfit number two was a bit more risque.  A black wet-look basque set,
with black wet look stockings.  Diamante studs were dotted around the suit,
and across the thong too.  There were also a pair of black high heels, with
diamante studs across the ankle fastening.  The material was PVC, so this
was going to take some squeezing into.

   I eventually managed it, putting the thong on last before sitting on
Geoff's bed to put on the heels.  It was an open cup, so my breasts were
completely on show from the get-go, with supporting straps around them. 
There was a strap fastening on the back of the neck.  I looked at myself in
the mirror, tweaking my nipples although they were still standing to
attention anyway, and went down to my awaiting audience after another drink
of wine.

   I had a similar reaction to the first outfit, with a few wow's at my
exposed breasts.  Nobody directed me this time, after drinking another half
a glass of wine while posing I probably wouldn't have listened anyway.  I
did mostly the same poses as before, with a few on my side also with one
leg raised, and a few with my back to them all giving Paul a better view.
I'd started posing on all fours when Eddie shouted out.

   "Can you lose the thong love?  We can't see much of your pussy because
the thong isn't see-through."

   The room went silent as I rose to my feet, then audible gasps as I
turned my back to them, kept my legs straight, and slid the thong down the
stockings, finally kicking it off my ankles.  I could feel my pussy
squelching with my legs close together.  Any inhibitions I may have felt
had disappeared due to how turned on I was getting, and the wine.  I stood
up straight, spread my legs apart, and bent over again keeping my legs
straight, reaching behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart.  Geoff bent
down right behind me and took some very very close up shots of my wet
pussy, picking up the thong as he did so.

   "The gusset is wet, she's enjoying this as much as we all are!" he
exclaimed.

   I turned to face him and squatted down, my lips parted and my pussy
gaped.  I noticed then that Geoff had a camera right at the front of his
chair which would be pointing right at my exposed pussy.  I slid a finger
across my clit and shuddered.  I lay down on my back and gripping both legs
with my hands behind my knees, and spread myself as wide as the outfit
would allow.

   Geoff stared down at me, momentarily stopping taking photos.  He rose to
his feet and told the room this was getting steamy.

   "My shorts are getting as wet as her thong is!" he cried out, before
releasing his zip and pushing them off his fat waist.

   They slid to the floor, and his cock sprang out.  My finger flicked my
clit again as he also removed his vest top.  I'd seen his cock when erect,
but this time he was still flaccid but leaking pre-cum hung off the bottom.
His soft cock was still around seven inches long, and around the same size
girth.  It was fat.  It looked like the bottom of my arm.  My stomach
churned up just seeing it again.

   "You'd better go and get the next outfit on before I explode
everywhere!" Geoff said a massive grin on his face as he saw me eyeing up
his impressive member.  I got up and left the room as the others started to
remove items of clothing too.

   I got upstairs and took another large swig of wine.  My head swooned, I
knew I'd drunk too much and needed to slow down to keep my wits about me. I
peeled off the outfit and folded it as best as possible.  Before looking at
the next one, I stood naked looking at myself in the mirror.  I could see
and feel my juices running down my legs, and wiping them up with my
fingers, tasted myself.  I was too wet to dry myself by hand, so looked
around for something to wipe myself.  Nothing obvious was in sight.  I had
an idea.  I picked up Geoff's pillow, and placing it on the edge of the
bed, ground myself against it leaving a trail of my pussy juices on the
cover.  I smiled to myself, knowing Geoff would be able to smell me when he
slept.

   Outfit number three was a blue lace babydoll nightie with a pair of
matching boxer short type shorts.  The nightie didn't cover a lot, it had
lace mesh cups with a sheer skirt.  A fastening strap ran from the middle
of the cups to the back of the neck, running right up my cleavage.  The
boxers were the same shade of lace mesh as the babydoll and felt a little
heavier than the other undies.  Pulling them up into my place, I found
there was a small plastic part inside that snuggled against my clit.  It
felt nice, I took a few paces and could feel its smoothness pushing against
my clit.

   I felt sexy posing for the guys in this, and knowing I could take this
home could definitely see me wearing it a lot for Paul.  Returning to the
room, all of the guys were now naked but still sitting in their chairs,
cameras at the ready.

   I was getting into it now, putting my legs up onto the arms of the
chairs as the guys took pictures, and almost pretending to lapdance for
them all in turn.  Each of them had erections by now, and although not of
Geoff's quality, none of the guys were small.  Geoff asked me to lie on my
back and bent down to pick something up.  He picked up a similar-looking
piece of plastic and pushed a button on it.  I felt a tingle run through my
clit.  He pushed it again, and the tingle was stronger.  One further push,
and it felt like my clit was being rubbed by someone.  They were vibrating
panties.

   I closed my eyes while rolling around, the pleasure flowing through me.
I pulled at my nipples roughly, as Geoff kept pushing the button to slow
and speed up the sensations as he felt fit.  He stopped long enough to get
me on all fours, my arse facing the window and made me look him in the
eyes. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he pushed the button, my
back arching wildly with it the fastest setting.  Each time I looked away
or closed my eyes he ordered me to look at him.  He knew he was in control
of me.  He'd leave me writhing until he could see me jerking as an orgasm
started to well up inside of me, then stopped the vibrations to tease me.

   This set Eric off, and he stood up and started wanking in my direction.
Geoff shouted something to him, and Eric went to the corner of the plastic
sheet closest to the french windows and came on the floor.  Bob followed
him and came in the same place.

   Suddenly Geoff put the remote down and told me to go and change into
outfit number four.  I was almost as upset as the other guys.  Walking
upstairs I could feel them rubbing against my clit, but it wasn't the same
pleasure.  I took off the outfit and rubbed my pussy dry on Geoff's pillow
again.  Another swig of wine, and it was time to put on the next outfit.

   This outfit made me gasp.  It was a white see-through set with white fur
bits across the cups, body and lower stomach.  It came complete with white
furry gloves and a cat headband, and white heels.  I searched the dress bag
again, but there were no panties with this set.  I looked at myself in the
mirror, and instinctively let out a meow.

   I went downstairs and stood in the middle of the floor area, ready to
pose.  Geoff asked if I liked this one, and before I'd had the chance to
answer threw something at me, saying it was to complete the set.  I caught
it, this was white fur too but quite long.  I couldn't work out what it was
until I found the other heavier end.  It was a tail butt plug.  All of the
guys looked over at Geoff, it seemed like they weren't expecting this too.

   "Put it in then," Geoff said quite sternly.

   Four other sets of eager eyes stared to see if I would do so.  I went to
leave the room.

   "No," said Geoff, "Put it in here, now, while we take pictures."

   I'm no stranger to using buttplugs but didn't know if this was too much.

   "I don't know if Paul would approve," I told him.

   "Nonsense, look at him up the on the balcony enjoying himself, he's
already come three times as far as I can tell."

   I turned to look up towards Paul, who was indeed completely naked on our
balcony.  Even from here, I could see smears of his come on the glass
balustrade surrounding the balcony.  I held up the tail, and he gave me a
thumbs up.  I walked over to Geoff's chair, put a leg up on the arm, and
rubbed my fingers up my pussy before using them to lube my arse.  Arthur
tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a bottle of lube.

   I got down on all fours on the floor, made sure my arse and the buttplug
were properly lubed, then slowly inserted it until it was in.  I could feel
the tail tickling my legs.  I put my legs as close together as possible and
squeezed my arse on the plug.  I went to get up, but Geoff told me to stay
on all fours.  He told me to parade around them all, rubbing up against
their legs as a proper cat would.

   Either the drink or my excitement had taken over, I was happy and turned
on enough to do almost anything.  I moved around them all, then crawled
over to the french windows.  I looked over my shoulder at Eric, meowed,
then looked up at the handle.  Eric opened the windows up, and I crawled
outside into the well-lit garden.  I moved around the garden for a couple
of minutes while they all stood watching and photographing me, then I came
back inside and pretended to start licking at the small pool of Eric and
Bob's come.  The guys all loved this.

   I wandered over to the door to go upstairs, Bob opened it up for me and
staying on all fours I left to get changed again.  Again I wiped myself dry
on Geoff's pillow, and also wiped the tail buttplug on there too.

   The fifth outfit probably wouldn't look the sexiest, but it was my
favourite as soon as I saw what it was, an all-over black sheer
bodystocking.  It had full-length arms and even my feet would be enclosed,
but was crotchless and had an opening at the back under the neck fastening
which reached almost down to my arse.  Just putting it on and running my
hands over it made me tingle.  There were no shoes, but I put on the black
heels from the wet-look basque set.

   I walked into the middle of the room once downstairs, just feeling the
material rubbing my skin all over was making me feel really horny.  I
paraded around for the guys, doing as many poses as I could, and when I
ended up on my back I slipped two fingers into my pussy and kept them
there. There were a few murmurs now, they'd seen me with a buttplug but was
I actually going to masturbate for them?

   I removed my fingers, and slowly and seductively licked them clean,
before repeating the process.  I made a point of making sure to wipe my
hands over the outfit, loving the feeling the material made.  Eddie decided
to be bold and ask if I could put those fingers into my arse instead.

   I answered him by moving onto my stomach, reached behind me, and
inserted them quite easily after the buttplug had stretched me.  I could
sense people walking around me, vacating their chairs to get better angles.

   "Looks like she wants her holes filling," Arthur shouted.  I had no
intention of fucking any of them, so asked him what he meant.  He went into
the kitchen and came back with an empty wine bottle.

   "Use that on yourself love, let's see how fucking dirty you can be
then?" he said.

   If he was calling my bluff he lost.  I squatted, put the bottle on the
floor, and lowered myself onto it.  I raised and lowered myself a few
times, but with the neck of the bottle being around four inches long and
smooth, it wasn't doing anything for me.  Arthur must have sensed this, and
suggested I insert it into my arse instead.  I did so, this was more
pleasurable but I persisted with it just for the photos.

   I removed the bottle and put it to my mouth to lick my juices from it.

   "Wait, I have an idea," said Geoff.

   He got Eddie to take the bottle off me, and pass it over to him.  He
then called Archie to him and whispered something to him.  Archie wandered
off to the kitchen and came back with two more empties.  He placed them on
the floor, next to each other, and Geoff instructed me to squat on them
both.  I got into position but kept knocking the bottles over when trying.
Archie lay on the floor to hold the bottles still, but I needed to lean
back slightly to get the right angle.

   Bob came over and stood behind me, hooked his hands under my armpits to
hold me steady, getting a good grip of my breasts while doing so.  As he
took my weight, his erect cock pushed against my back.  I rubbed my pussy
to lube my fingers, made sure the bottlenecks were wet and lowered myself,
Archie directing the bottles into me.

   Once I was plugged and could support myself, they returned to their
chairs to get some photos.  Geoff picked up the first bottle and gripping
his cock smeared the neck of the bottle with his cock juice.  He passed it
around the others and they did the same.  When it got back to Geoff he
stood and handed it back to me, telling me that now I could lick it clean.

   Five lots of pre-cum, and my arse and pussy juices.  I licked the rim of
the bottle like I was flicking at the end of a penis, then took the bottle
fully into my mouth, moving it back and forth like I was giving a blowjob.
Once cleaned I put the bottle on the floor, put my hands on the other
bottles, then raised myself until they exited my orifices, both making a
slurping sound as they came out.  I lay on my back and spread my legs,
showing my gaping holes to all.

   Geoff told me as I went to leave the room that they'd shout up soon to
tell me which outfit to put back on, and he had one more present too. 
Before taking off this one, I posed for myself in the mirror and started to
finger fuck myself slowly.

   Geoff shouting upstairs made me jump.  They wanted me to wear the wet
look set again, but he asked me not to wear the thong to it.  I reluctantly
took off the bodystocking and put on the basque set again.  The PVC was
quite cooling on my skin.  I entered the living room, and there were a few
glances around each other.  Geoff beckoned me to him and handed me a small
bag.

   "Final present, I think you'll like it, and I know we all will."

   I slipped my hand into the bag, felt something rubber, and pulled out a
dildo.  Actually, it was a double dong.  Two lifelike dildos slightly
different sizes next to each other, with a suction cup base.  The larger of
the two wasn't massive but was still around six inches long, the smaller
probably five inches and a little thinner too.  Bob walked over and handed
me the bottle of lube again.

   "I want you to stick it to the french windows, and we're all going to go
outside and take photos.  We'll make sure we don't block Paul's view
though," Geoff explained.

   I waited for them to go outside, which was quite funny seeing five old
men with erections or semis trying to walk properly, then stuck the dildo
to the window.  I adjusted it to roughly the right height, and although I
doubted I'd need much, lubed up both parts, and checked my pussy and arse
with lubed too.  I turned my back, leant forwards, and holding each dildo
steady got about an inch of the larger dildo in my pussy, then lined up the
smaller one against my arsehole and pushed back.  Three strokes later I was
fully impaled and stood still for a few seconds to feel the veins on each
dildo.

   I started riding the dildos, letting them nearly right out of me before
pushing back, my arse cheeks squashing on the windows as I did so.  I'd
worked up a good rhythm and put a hand down to play with my clit.  Geoff
shouted to me not to and told me to lean right forward and put my hands on
the floor.  I had to slow my pace like this, but the veins rubbing against
my insides still felt good.  I really felt the need to come though, I'd
been on the brink a few times already.

   Suddenly Geoff and the guys came back in, and Bob put his hand behind me
and pulled the dildo away from the window with it still in me.  Eddie asked
me to get on all fours in the middle of the sheet, so I was facing side
onto the french windows.  They all stood on either side of my head, except
Geoff who went and knelt behind me.

   "Now for the finale," Geoff said, as I felt his hand grip the suction
part of the dildo, "We all need to cum now."

   As he finished saying it he started to pull the dildo out of me, before
pushing it back again.  My head dipped downwards as tingles of pleasure
flew through me.

   "Lift your head and look at the guys, and keep looking at them" he
instructed.

   Four erect cocks were being stroked in front of me, edging ever close
while Geoff continued to work the dildo on me.  Bob got brave and squatted,
putting his cock right by my mouth.  I realised then that they had
positioned so that Paul could see this bit.

   "Stick your tongue out at least love, even the pizza man got a blowie
off you," Geoff said.  "It's no good having these holes filled if that one
isn't."

   I had no idea what Paul's reaction would be, but I had an overwhelming
urge to taste them all.  I nodded to Bob and stuck my tongue out.  He
placed the end of cock on my tongue and started to wank himself faster.  I
told him to stop, and took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue
around and swallowing all of his pre-cum down.  I took my mouth off him,
and called Archie over, and did the same to him.

   Eric and Arthur got the same treatment too, then I turned over onto my
back.  With Geoff still working the dildo on me, I put my hands behind my
knees and pulled my legs right back.  The guys all knelt around my head,
hands reaching down and gripping my breasts, and pulling at my nipples. 
I'd closed my eyes now, I could sense an almighty orgasm coming over me.

   One of them asked me to open my mouth and as I did so felt a splash as
come started to rain over me, across my face and hair.  I had no idea who
had come as I'd kept my eyes closed.  About thirty seconds later a second
set of splashes, this time across my breasts.  The next load went across my
face again, most of it across my closed eyes.  Just as they'd finished
coming, a hand gripped my head and turned it sideways, stuck their cock
into my mouth, wanked quickly and came down my throat.

   I swallowed it all down, then used my fingers to clear my eyes so I
could open them again.  I licked my fingers clean and opened my eyes to see
the four others had returned to their chairs.  Geoff had left the dildo in
me but was standing up now.  He made me kneel in front of him, and attach
the suction part to the floor.  He told me to raise myself so the dildos
were nearly out of me, then stay like it.

   "Stick your tongue out then, my turn now," he grinned down at me.

   I looked at his cock as he gripped the base.  I could deepthroat Paul's
eight inches once I'd got used to it, but Geoff's cock was about an inch
longer and much fatter.  I wasn't sure I could fit it in my mouth, let
alone blow him properly.  I don't know if he hadn't come for a few days
either, but his balls were massive too.

   He moved forward a little and tapped his cock on my tongue.  I jumped
and lowered myself down.  He shouted at me not to.  I raised myself again,
and he put his cock on my tongue and started to slowly stroke himself.  He
was almost making a point of making sure his cock didn't properly go in my
mouth.

   He then held his cock still and told me to start riding the dildo,
keeping my tongue out and to keep looking up at him.  Each time I raised
myself my tongue touched the end of his cock.  He stayed like this for
about five minutes, then told me to get off the dildo.

   "Now get back on all fours, and lick each part clean again.  When
they're properly clean you can deepthroat either one."

   I turned onto all fours without question, licking them both in turn.  I
felt Geoff knelt behind me and gripping his cock put it at the entrance to
my pussy.  He started to stroke, slowly and deliberately, again making sure
he wasn't pushing it inside me.  The dildo now cleaned, I took the larger
one in my mouth.  Now Geoff coincided his strokes with me taking the dildo
in my mouth.

   A familiar feeling flowed through me, and my moans were getting louder
and louder.  Geoff moved his cock and put it on my arsehole, then started
to stroke again.  Now and then he'd pull his cock up and tap it down on my
arsehole, and sometimes on my clit.  My orgasm was coming on strong now,
but Geoff removed his cock.

   "Please Geoff," I cried out, "Please don't stop, I need to come.  Stop
teasing me and fill me up!" I blurted out.

   I started sobbing, partly because I desperately needed to come, but
mostly because I'd near enough begged him to fuck me while Paul was
watching.

   Geoff shuffled forward, and I braced myself for his massive length to
start pushing inside me.  I sunk my mouth onto the dildo again, to try to
drown out any groans as I knew it would be a tight fit.  Geoff stuck his
cock between my pussy lips, but instead of pushing forwards, he began to
stroke his cock up and down my pussy, rubbing against my clit each time. 
He quickly lubed up two of his podgy fingers and inserted them into my
arse. I groaned again, as his pace got quicker and quicker.

   My body was spasming now as I started to lose control, my orgasm ripped
through me and I cried out very loudly as my body turned to jelly.  I
collapsed forward onto the floor on my stomach.  I virtually lost all sense
of my surroundings, as I felt hands grip my arse cheeks and pull them
apart. A few seconds later I felt like I was having a shower as torrent
after torrent of sperm flowed across my exposed arsehole and pussy, across
my back, and soaked the top of my thighs.

   I summoned up enough energy to look over my shoulder to see the last few
little spurts erupt from Geoff's cock, landing on my feet.  I lay prone on
the floor, almost unable to move.  I heard someone say they were close to
coming again, and another load shot across the back of my hair and my
shoulders.

   They all left me lying there for a few minutes, I could hear cameras
going off still, getting their last few shots.  I felt hands lifting me,
telling me they'd help me upstairs to get ready to go home.  I started to
protest, then noticed it was Paul, Geoff had phoned him to collect me.

   Geoff asked if I wanted to shower there, but Paul told him he'd get me
home and let me soak in the bath instead.  We went upstairs, and Paul asked
me if I was alright as I wasn't speaking?  I started sobbing again.

   "I'm really sorry Paul, I asked Geoff to fuck me to make me come."

   "But he didn't fuck you did he, so there's no problem is there?"

   Paul leaned into me and hugged me.  I could feel his erection through
his jeans.

   "Let's get you home then, I can't wait to see these photo's and videos
when they're ready."