When the postman arrived she opened her dressing gown a lot wider than was respectable giving him a view of a lot of cleavage and breast, her rounded belly and just a flash of cunt. Then she gave him her biggest and most inviting smile hoping to entice him into the house. But all he did was to give her a strange look and carry on with his round. She decided, grumpily, that he must be gay.
Then a couple of workmen came to look at a drain at the side of the road near the house. Sally quickly went out and offered cups of tea. They liked that idea and she returned inside to brew the cuppa's. She chose a dress, wearing it bra-less and, after delivering the drinks, settled down to doing some gardening. She tried to arrange it so that when she bent over to do a little bit of weeding the workmen got a really good view down her cleavage. The front garden hadn't been weeded for years so there were plenty of weeds to go at and her tits swayed from side to side under her chest as she dug in the earth.
The tactic didn't work. They had happily accepted the cups of tea, but seemed to be immune to her charms and, unlike in the porn movies, did not follow her into the house to perform well choreographed sex.
"Damn!" said Sally to herself when she was back inside, and the workmen had tidied up their tools and departed. Evidently there were lots of gay men about today.
Then, while she was thinking about how workers in porn movies would happily fuck the lady of the house, she remembered Tom's stash of porn. Hidden at the back of the television cupboard for late night viewing when Sally wasn't available for sex, Tom had a collection of very naughty DVDs. Sally delved in the cupboard and dragged them out.
Most had unofficial-looking boxes, or were in cheap plastic sleeves, with simple home-printed labels. They made her think he'd probably bought them from someone down at the pub. Only one of them had the garish printed label of a proper sex shop offering, replete with colour photographs from the action, and that one looked very old fashioned. She put it aside. She looked through the pile then turned all the unofficial DVDs upside down, so she couldn't see the labels, and picked one at random. When she turned it over she read 'Schoolgirls on Heat!' from the 'British Amateurs' studio.
"Hmmmm," she said quietly to herself. "Well, here's hoping it turns me on and I get a good cum."
The video was clearly amateur footage though of reasonable quality, and clear enough so every detail could be seen. Sally settled back to watch. The movie opened with a shot of a long building, supposedly a school, and the pickup artist, followed by his cameraman, approached a group of girls standing near the school gate. There were four of them. Sally, looking closely at the girls thought they were probably aged ninteen or twenty, but it looked like they'd been chosen for having a younger, more innocent, look. And they certainly looked like amateurs, no supermodels here, just average looking girls who could be the 'girl next door' on any British street.
Over this scene, at the bottom of the screen, a disclaimer flashed up to state that all the participants were at least eighteen years old at the time of shooting. The pickup artist chatted with the girls for a few minutes, and the cameraman zoomed in on white short-sleeved blouses pushed out by tiny pointed breasts, and black pleated skirts that ended above the knee. The girls looked very bored. Some were chewing gum, or twirling their hair as if they'd been told by the director to act like St. Trinian's girls. They were clearly too old for their school uniforms, so it did look a bit silly, but Sally knew there were men, particularly British men, who liked the 'schoolgirl' look. Then pickup guy invited the girls for drinks and a party. He said he knew a great place nearby.
The next scene showed the pickup artist and the girls arriving at a set of apartments. The building, one of several, consisted of three floors of brutalist architecture, each level with flats where the front doors opened out onto a common walkway. A concrete jungle where predators of various kinds could hunt. The over-zealous bailiff, the drug dealer, the loan shark, and the pimp, would be happy plying their trade here thought Sally, knowing these people probably actually lived somewhere much nicer.
The girls were shepherded into one of the flats. They had already been given bottles of booze of some kind - it looked like vodka to Sally - and seemed to be drunk. Not dead drunk, but merry and giggling.
"Lambs to the slaughter," said Sally, then realised she'd spoken out loud. But she believed she was right, especially since none of the girls seemed at this stage to be professional porn stars. Just ordinary girls, picked up off the street, who probably thought they were in for some softcore video work and had happily taken some booze as part payment, and to loosen their inhibitions.
The scene switched again. Now the view was of a large lounge with a four piece suite, two chairs and two two-seat sofas. Presumably this was the interior of the apartment. The seats were occupied by three men who were perhaps early fifties, maybe slightly older. The room was well lit but Sally could see extra lights had been placed in the corners of the room. Not professional ones but simple uplighters, the sort that could be bought at any reasonable size department store. And, as the cameraman took in the scene, Sally caught sight of two static cameras that had been set up, presumably to get good overall shots of the action. The girls flounced into the flat and were introduced to the men by the pickup artist who also sat down, making it one man per girl. Two of the girls sat next to their men on the sofa, looking a bit nervous. The braver two sat on a welcoming lap and draped their arms around their man's neck.
Sally wriggled in her chair, she could feel her cunt juicing up just from the anticipation of what was about to happen to these innocent-looking girls. She hitched her skirt up to allow easy access to her clit and lay her hand into her crotch. Her knickers were soaked. She started to masturbate.
Now the cameraman was going close to the action and the view on screen alternated between a view of the whole room, and his closeup shots. The girls were being fondled by men at least twice, possibly three times their age. Hands were rubbing over white school blouses to squeeze a tiny breast, or trying to work their way between slim thighs to press against panties that concealed a young cunt. The girls giggled, and wriggled, and the men looked very serious.
Then the first top came off as one of the girls was encouraged to undress. This first girl to go beyond just cuddling had a round face, framed by her black hair, and she looked red and flushed with the effects of the alcohol. She was sat, nervously, on the sofa next to her man and the removal of her blouse showed she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were very small which made her large nipples look even more prominent. The man bent in to tweak them, then kissed them, rolling them between his lips and teeth until the girl, with a slightly shocked look on her face, threw her head back with pleasure.
Across the room the second girl, a blonde with a slim face with high cheekbones, was struggling with the attentions of her man, and the cameraman moved in close to capture her efforts to stop him pushing his hands up her blouse. The blouse had a round badge pinned on it that said 'Light up the starry sky' in purple text surrounded by little, pale violet, hearts. The man didn't seem interested in the motto, just in getting the girl out of her top, or at least getting a hand on what it concealed. The girl was trying, in a very inefficient way, to hold the bottom of the blouse down with one hand, while holding her vodka bottle with the other, and she looked quite alarmed. Sally wondered if the lass had agreed to this 'party' without understanding what was about to happen.
The cameraman left them to their struggles for a while because the third girl, a redhead who reminded Sally of her own teen years, had decided to kiss her man. She had a foxy looking face, quite triangular in shape, and when she broke from the kiss she held her little mouth slightly open in a lustful expression. She was sitting on his lap and her blouse had been pushed up by him until it lodged under her armpits. This revealed her small, but very pointed, breasts. Her man was giving them a good squeeze. She pushed her head down and they kissed again, deeply, tongues entwined.
