In the months since encountering the Photographer, he and Millie had plunged headlong into a maelstrom of sexual deviances. Almost becoming a game of one-upmanship. Much to Millie's delight, the desires...no needs, that she had long kept silent, were being released.
She was back in his studio, she practically lived there now. Millie couldn't lie, the work the two were creating was the best of her career. No longer being inhibited emotionally had unlocked untapped depths of creativity.
The door buzzer sounded, alerting Millie that the "talent" for today's shoot had arrived. Why had they not started with just one man? Millie thought. But she knew it would have been pointless. The Photographer could have stood in for a single talent.
Millie looked down at her outfit, purple corset lingerie with loose hanging suspenders. She would normally have paired it with stockings but The Photographer liked her in strappy heels, which looked better with bare legs. Her black heels, with two straps, one across her toes and the other around her ankle completed the look. Well almost, there was one final piece to be put on before she would be properly dressed.
She applied her deep burgundy lipstick and massaged her thick black hair, which she had styled into cascading curls. Everything about her appearance had been carefully cultivated for the eyes of one man. The talents were little more than sophisticated sex toys.
No, it must have been more than that, Millie was already wet, she could feel her sopping lips trying to escape from her thong.
Sitting on the table next to her regular clothes, was her brand new choker. Millie was worried it wouldn't arrive before today. Normally Millie and The Photographer could improvise, but this item was essential for today.
Millie fastened it around her neck and turned it, so the metal ring hung loose at the front. The elastic bit into the flesh of her neck making breathing awkward, but not impossible. The restricted air flow only made her nipples swell and ache against the fabric of her corset.
"Ready?" The Photographer asked.
"What do you think?" Millie twirled. She enjoyed the feel of his eyes upon her pale skin almost as much as the sight of his cock struggling against his jeans.
"You know how good you look," He tilted her head up with one hand, pressed his lips to hers gently, making the briefest of contact. His free hand moved down and rested against her sopping pussy. He smiled at the heat as the two locked eyes.
Without saying another word, The Photographer, clasped the leash onto her collar, lingering a few seconds before letting the clip close, with an almost imperceptible 'click'.
The two of them moved towards the door. He stopped to let Millie get down on her hands and knees. The cool air soothed and tingled her exposed ass and sex. The door was opened and the two made their way into the studio. An antique chez-long sat in an array of lights.
Millie watched as the two male talents stood up, both completely naked, their cocks looking even bigger than in their pictures. The more muscular of the two, Axel, was already starting to go hard. She wasn't sure she would be able to take him inside her if it grew any bigger, but the thought of trying only made her wetter.
Millie was led to the chez long. She sat, her legs crossed, trying to look more ladylike than she felt. The Photographer handed the lead to Axel and picked up his camera. He nodded that they could begin when they were ready.
Millie watched Axel and Max moving towards her. It would be the only time she looked either man in the face for longer than a few seconds. Max was younger than Axel and had more of a swimmer's build, with long hair and tanned skin. Millie liked seeing the hunger in their eyes, she was worried that the two professionals would have become jaded to such experiences.
With a gentle tug upon her lead, Axel signalled for Millie to get down on her knees between the two. Doing as she was told, Millie locked eyes with the Photographer, the pressure on his jeans told her he was enjoying everything. If he had taken any pictures, she had not heard the camera.
Axel and Max flanked her. Millie pushed them slightly apart to prevent blocking the Photographer's view. She was surprised by how unprofessional they were being. Then she saw how hard each man was, understanding they had lost their focus to lust.
She wrapped her manicured hand around Max's shaft and began slowly stroking it back and forth. Millie brought her mouth up to Axel's aching head, then blew on it gently before pretending to lick it.
A swift tug on her lead put paid to the notion that Millie was in control. Out of shock Millie pulled on Max a little too hard. He let out a pained moan in response.
"You really think you're in charge?" Axel sneered.
Millie felt his hand reach around the back of her head. He grasped a handful of hair and drove her mouth onto his thick cock. Axel pulled and pushed her up and down his shaft, controlling her throat but still allowing Millie to breathe. Once comfortable Millie started using her tongue to elicit moans from the man who, erroneously, believed himself to be in charge.
Millie returned to wanking Max. Her hand moving in slow methodical strokes, interspersed with furious bouts of pressure and speed. With her free hand Millie took turns teasing and caressing the two men's aching balls sacks. She felt her own excitement mounting with the pressure.
Millie heard a moan from the Photographer. She looked over at her lover, he had stopped taking pictures and was now focused solely on her, his hand absently rubbing his own cock. Her cunt was sopping, she could only take so much before needing to be filled.
Taking Axel's pre-cum as a sign, Millie pulled his cock from her mouth. It was slick with her spit and his own juices. Millie worked both men's shafts, taking one in her mouth for a few seconds and then swapping to the other. She Never took her eyes off the Photographer, his desire doing far more than either Max or Axel.
