Chapter I
The woman was alone in the room, sitting in a black leather chair by the door: as if waiting for someone or something! Even sitting in the chair, you could tell she was tall and slim, with shoulder length black hair cut in a nouveau-style that accentuated the delicate features of her face. She was not model-beautiful, but was definitely attractive: her skin unblemished, soft and the perfect hue of white. First appearances suggested she was composed and alert, however closer examination reflected the vacancy in her sad brown eyes.
She was wearing a burgundy silk blouse that outlined perfectly her breasts, tucking snuggly inside the small waist of her black knee length skirt. She crossed her legs causing the splits in the skirt to fall open and displayed a pair of beautifully sculpted legs erotically caressed in black nylon.
The door opened, swinging into the room and the woman immediately looked up. A man entered the room and briefly talked to the woman before taking her hands and lifting her from the chair. They left the room and she was taken down a hallway to another room.
You could sense the excitement in the room when she entered, as the room was occupied by a group of men sitting on three couches forming a "U" in the middle of the room. Behind each couch were video cameras on tripods, strategically positioned; the men themselves either had cameras or camcorders at the ready.
The man led her by the hand, motioning for her to sit in a chair facing the men, before leaving and taking his place behind one of the video cameras. Once behind the camera he looked over at her, she nodded her acknowledgement and immediately got up from the chair.
Instantly camera flashes erupted in the room, as she responded to the multitude of poses being requested of her; front, back, sides, bending over, lying down on the carpet, or just standing in place . On occasion different men came to her, positioning her in a variety of sexy poses. Then just as quickly as it the session started, it stopped.
The woman sat back down in the chair, while two of the men rearranged the furniture and video equipment. They butted two of the couches end to end, while the third was moved off to the side and replaced with a chair similar to the one she was sitting in; and was placed directly opposite the couches, facing them. The video cameras were positioned at each end of the joined couches; the other was placed in front of where the two couches met. They were each positioned to be able to cover a variety of angles on the lone chair opposite.
The man who brought her to the room went over to her, leaning down he whispered something in her ear. His face remained close to hers until she looked up at him, and with a nod he motioned for her to stand up. She stood up beside him, watching as he turned the chair she was sitting in to face the men and cameras. Then he sat down in the chair and motioned for her to approach.
She walked towards him, his hand reaching out and taking her by the waist eased her towards him. Once again flashes and cameras started up as his left hand moved up to her breasts. She closed her eyes as his hand traced circles around her breasts, her nipples instantly hardening, pushing outward and denting the silk fabric covering them. While his left hand worked at her breasts, he looked up and mouthed something to her.
The woman never showed any sign of hesitation or reluctance to obey any of the requests demanded by him; it was as if she was an extension of the man. Moving trance-like, she positioned herself in front of him, facing the men on the couches. Then while standing, she bent at her knees until her hands could grasp the hem of her skirt. Then she slowly straightened herself upward; at the same time her hands lifting the skirt over her thighs to expose the creamy flesh above her black nylons. She didn't stop lifting the skirt until it was around her waist.
The man's free hand immediately moved to caress the inside of her nylon covered thighs, maneuvering in slow circles up and around until it found the exposed creamy flesh. She stood perfectly still, just standing there as his hand explored the soft white expanse of flesh before moving to her panty covered buttocks.
The room exploded in camera flashes as his exploring fingers dipped lower, sliding between her legs. Some of the men on the couch moved to floor, more flashes as his fingers were working at will between her legs; his thumb moving up around her buttocks, while his index finger parted the engorged lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes as her body began to sway slowly as his fingers probed her visibly trembling flesh.
The woman was responding, more and more, her lubricating juices coating his index finger; which was insinuated beneath the elastic of her panties, massaging her pussy with purpose. As the minutes passed her body began to respond more passionately to the manipulations; and it became obvious that she was having trouble standing, as her body began to slowly sway as the fingers worked their magic.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment, giving her some time to compose herself: in addition to helping to steady her. She looked down at him, as if to thank him; only to watch him move his hands to her burgundy lace panties; and then rolling them down over her thighs, knees, until the panties bunched at her ankles. Without hesitation she stepped out of from the lace panties, kicking them away to the side; her breathing becoming deeper as his hand returned to between her thighs. The massaging fingers advanced on her naked pussy lips, opening them so he could slip his index finger up inside, an action that caused her to rock on her feet at the invasion. The glistening dampness of her pussy made it easy for the finger to slide deeply inside her pussy; while a second finger began to massage her swollen clit.
The woman's body was in reaction mode, the pleasure etched on her face reflecting the erotic sensations racing through her responsive body. She was having a difficult time standing, more so now, as her body began to quiver and sway uncontrollably. Making it even more difficult, was the multitude of blinding flashes, causing her to move her hands to cover her eyes as the room was shrouded by brilliant white lights. The sudden removal of her hands caused her to release the skirt so that it slid downward momentarily, until the man's hand stopped its freefall. All the sudden movements: her hands, and his hands and his efforts to stop the skirt from falling caused her some problems with her balance. As she struggled to stand his hand returned to between her thighs; his fingers hidden from the cameras and the eyes of the captivated audience continued its unbridled manipulation of her pussy and ironically helped her regain her balance. Even though his depraved actions were covert there was no guesswork required as to what was happening beneath the skirt; as her tormentor and the other men in the room were enjoying her bounce around from the feverish manipulations happening beneath her skirt. She looked helpless and her breathing was deep and labored, as her arousal began to reveal itself. Beads of sweat inundated her brow and lips, her mouth opening wide to suck in air; as her knees bent and she arched backwards to meet the full impact of the orgasm ripping through her quivering body.
The man quickly removed his hand from beneath her skirt, and she flushed crimson at how shiny wet it glistened with her juices. The impact of her orgasm had an undeniably impact on her body as it was still quivering, and her legs showing signs of collapsing; she looked down at the man, her eyes imploring him for some kind of reprieve. Instead, he stood beside her and with his arm now around her waist waited patiently for her to gather her bearings; before guiding her towards the big leather chair facing the couches and the lusting audience and cameras.
The man helped her to sit down and get settled in the chair, then went to a desk and took something from the drawer. Then concealing it in his hand before slipping it into his jacket pocket, he walked back to the woman and stood in front of her, a knowing smile creased his lips; as he looked down at the woman in the chair, waiting as her breathing became calmer and her disposition more controlled.
The woman, although grappling with the aftermath of her exhibitionist performance; still managed to personify a natural and provocative beauty as she sat passively in the chair; and her skirt, did very little to hide her nylon-clad legs and offered her audience a slight glimpse of her soft white thighs.