The Studio delivered the shoot the next day at four-o-clock and Cassie spent the rest of the afternoon and evening locked in her office with the results. Scotty tapped on the glass panel beside her door several times but she waved him off. Bart had delivered all right! The deep crimson blush that suffused her cheeks when she first dumped the glossies onto her desk faded into a rosy flush that stayed with her the rest of the day. The shots of her boobs were bold enough especially the ones that showed her tongue bent to her turgid nipples. But the 'bonus' shots were unbelievable! Every erotic detail of her blowjobs lay revealed with a clarity that numbed her. The only saving grace was that Bart had managed to imbue the shots with an intense eroticism instead of a cold clinical display.
Once she could begin to get beyond the daunting fact that this was her body her artistic instincts began to toy with the possibilities in those images. But the final shock emerged when she racked all the transparencies on her light box. Here in living color were her boobs, her cunt with its swollen clit, her masturbation's, and all the pornographic outpourings of the blowjobs, the shakti, and the 'wave of bliss', including that final shockingly erotic anal embrace between the three of them that Bart had obviously captured with his remote cameras.
"Oh my God!" she groaned as she searched the envelope again. At least Bart had delivered all the negatives. Hopefully she had everything in her hands and the shoot would be just a memory between the three of them, a memory that could be filed in the dustbin along with the Connor's interlude.
Sweeping the shots of that final orgiastic anal threesome from the light box she bundled them into her briefcase. These were going to her apartment to stay and with those out of sight she could get back to work. Cassie worked the rest of the week and through the weekend in the photo-lab and her studio, and two days before the due date arrived she not only had the final comprehensive layouts for the Champagne Campaign presentation to the client finished, but another idea as well. An idea that was so shocking, and so bold, that she hardly dared to contemplate it, but an idea that she couldn't resist bringing to fruition.
The only problem was that she needed something and most likely it was at her apartment in her briefcase. She treated herself to leaving work at closing time, dined at Field's and did some shopping, and by the time she reached her building it was raining and an early dusk was just settling over the city.
Cassie changed, showered, slipped into her pajamas and set up her projector. This wasn't going to be easy. Just squinting at the tiny images in the transparencies had been more than enough. Blowing them up to life size on her screen would take some moxie, but nothing ventured nothing gained she decided as she sorted through the pictures, loaded them into the carousel, and turned the projector on.
Shaking her head in wonder at herself Cassie quickly reviewed her experience of just a week ago and it wasn't until she got to the shots of herself giving David head that she began to study the slides. The night came to back to her then with an immediacy that was stunning. She found herself fascinated not only with the way she had given herself over to that experience in front of Bart's cameras, but to the sensations of those two penises pleasuring her beyond belief.
'So that's what I look like doing it,' she marveled while the art director and the sybarite voluptuary within her considered that evening's experiences.
Here in front of her were those first tentative licks on David's erection. The feel of it filled her hand again as she remembered pressing him to her mouth and working her tongue over his testicles and up the shaft of his organ. He was so smooth and hot on her tongue. Absently she wiped it over her lips, licking at their fullness, tasting only herself but sensing that exciting male aura that had filled her mouth when she settled down at last to giving him what she had learned from her past and all those porn movies she had watched.
Lifting her hand she pushed her finger into her mouth and began to suck it as she called up the next images, studying the way she had taken him into the depths of her cheeks so she could really nurse his cock, caress the full length of his shaft with her tongue, and work her mouth over the flares of his lobes, her eyes closed with absorption. She clicked again, the cum-shot filled the screen before her and she stared at herself in surprise.
'God girl you're not half-bad at giving blow-jobs,' she marveled, studying the scenes with the detachment of her art-director persona. Of course there had been all those hours soaking up her collection of porn movies to say nothing of that 'adventure' in her past that had primed her so well for this display. 'I must really love to eat cum' she moaned over the images of David climaxing upon her face, and the intent way she had licked his organ clean after his orgasm.
With a sigh Cassie worked her way through the shoot looking for a picture of David's erection and there were plenty of them. But she was either licking him, or sucking him, or fondling him with her hand.
Clicking through the array more slowly she decided there weren't any pictures that she could use, not for what she had in mind now. What she didn't have in mind was the effect these visuals would have on her self. As the needs of her art-director persona submerged, the needs of the feminine voluptuary emerged, and the whole aura of the experience returned. She began to examine with a certain obsessed fascination her own obvious surrender, her utter absorption with, and her total enjoyment of that orgiastic experience with those two handsome guys.
Now the very sensations returned to her along with that familiar ache in her loins. Cassie switched her CD player on and New Age ambiance filled the room while she lingered over one erotic image after the other, searching for the picture she liked the best. First a slow smile of wonder settled on her lips when she contemplated the spectacle unfolding before her in that final anal orgy with Bart and David, and then her awed giggles of appreciation echoed in the room.
Never in her fantasies had she expected that reality would live up to her wildest dreams. Yes she knew she was anally erotic but she had never pursued that pleasure beyond superficial sensations with her fingers; but when Bart had plunged his finger into her depths and his had been followed by David's a whole new realm of sensations opened before her to be filled with their cocks. Her anal pucker had climaxed incessantly until their erections were beyond recovery but her cunt was still craving satisfaction.
Now the utterly erotic tug of those moments so possessed her that she was hardly aware that her hand had slipped within her robe and was massaging her nipples. She stayed with those final shots reliving the moments so intensely that the belt on her bathrobe simply unwound all by itself and her robe fell from her shoulders. Somehow her other hand slipped down between her naked thighs and discovered with perfect precision the place where her clitoris peaked out from the separation of her pussy lips.
And now the fingers on her nipples were sending thrilling little signals down to the finger on her clitoris, and her clitoris was sending the sensations back to both her nipples. And the faster the signals went back and forth the more intense they became, and the more her cunt ached, and the wetter it got, the harder her vagina throbbed; so that her mini-orgasms just floated up in the most deliciously suspenseful way and stayed there, and that's when Cassie picked up the phone and called Scotty.
He was on his way out of his office when he answered and she said, "Hi, Scotty. What's up?"
"Cassie?" he queried. Her voice had an unfamiliar throaty timbre that he didn't recognize at first but when he did the bulge lifted urgently under his fly.
"Just wanted to let you know that I'm taking rain checks tonight."
Twenty minutes later he buzzed her intercom, and when she let him into her apartment the first thing he heard was the 'hearts of spacey' music. She was standing in the archway to the living room like the nearest thing to a live wet-dream in his life, wearing a loose gold jacquard pajama top and nothing else. He had seen her hair loose like that, out of the clasp and combed back over her left ear while the right side fell in a golden shower over bosom on that morning when she had let him fondle her tits in the office. The striking clarity of her blue eyes beneath her dark lashes held him now just the way they had that morning when she had given him the 'rain-check'.
Cassie held out her hands to him; Scotty slipped his raincoat and suit-coat and off in one quick molt and let them drop to the floor, and then she sidled him into her dusky living room. Her sleeper-couch lay open in a satiny billow of pearl colored sheets amidst the aroma of the scented candles on each side. On the coffee table beside the bed a bottle of Bubbles Champagne chilled in the ice-bucket, and at the foot of the bed her camera reared upon its tripod.