Wife's Photoshoot

She didn't like it, not one bit. It hadn't been her idea. She'd told him no, but he hadn't listened. He drove the car, her bag on the backseat. It was mid afternoon, and the traffic was its usual Mum collecting their kids self. She sat back in the seat, as he fumed at the delay...

"I showed a guy at work some of those photo's I took of you the other week," Paul said.

"You did what!" I shouted.

"I knew you wouldn't mind," he replied.

"Look Paul, I did that for you, I thought you said you'd never fucking show them to anyone else, you fucking promised me." I said, almost in tears.

I was livid with him. So angry.

"What ones did you show him?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Well...all of them."

"How could you, how fucking could you!" I said, then ran upstairs tears already streaming down my face.

It was a few minutes before he came up to see if I was alright. I wasn't.

"Look darling, you're beautiful, all my friends think so, and well..." His voice trailed off.

"So you've shown all your mates the photo's as well?"

"Well, some not all, but they all said the same thing, you could be a model."

I didn't want to be a model, I didn't like posing in front of the camera, his camera with my knickers off, pouting like some slut, my legs wide. I'd done it a few times for him, just to please him, or to shut him up. It always went way much further than I'd wanted to go, and the last time was...I didn't want to think about last time, and he'd showed some fucking low life where he worked...

We were moving again, through the traffic, and he relaxed again.

"Not far to go now," he said.

"Look Paul, lets not, turn around, lets go home, I don't want..."

"Its all set up, so we're going, OK!" Paul said.

It wasn't OK, it fucking wasn't.

At last we pulled into what looked like a small industrial unit, there were a couple of other cars parked outside.

"I thought you said we were going to this guys house?" I said.

"Yeah we were, but he called this morning, and said to come here," Paul said.

I knew he was lying, that this had always been where we were going to. I had an uneasy feeling about this, I felt sick, but said nothing.

He smiled as he let us in, then I heard him lock the door behind us, as Paul carried my bag. His name was John, and he was older than I'd expected, about forty I guessed, but even so in good shape, and surprisingly good looking.

"Well Vicky I have to say those photo's Paul took of you didn't do you justice, you are way prettier. Now come on through, and lets have a look at you."

I followed him through what seemed like a labyrinth of passageways, until we reached his studio, as he called it. I was surprised, it looked professional, an expensive looking lighting set up, and several tripods with cameras already fitted to them, around these were several "sets," as he called them.

"Now" he said, "what have you brought in that bag of yours?"

I'd packed a couple of dresses, a few different pairs of heels, Paul had been insistent on the heels, as well as the sets of lingerie, and of course stockings, mostly hold-ups, but some weren't as I'd packed a couple of suspender belts.

"Why don't you pick out your favorite dress, and underwear, and heels to match, while I pay Paul."

"Pay?" I asked rather stupidly.

"Of course, we need to get the business part done, before we have a little fun."

I walked off to what he described as the changing room, a dressing table, mirror, somewhere to hang my dresses, and a toilet, though without a door, but it was clean, and warm. I'd just stripped down to my knickers, when he put his head around the door. I instinctively covered my breasts.

"When you do your make-up, it needs to be on the heavy side, or it'll look washed out in the photo's," he said, eyeing me up.

It took me half an hour, but then I wasn't hurrying, fuck them, this wasn't my idea.

I put on my burgundy colored satin dress, though I always pretended it was silk, it had spaghetti straps, and fitted me like a second skin, with a split up the right thigh. I didn't wear a bra with it, well you couldn't, a silk thong, and it was silk in a matching color, some nude eight denier hold-ups, and a pair of four inch nude heels, ones with ankle straps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and realized my hands were shaking. When this was done, I decided, I was leaving Paul, any man who forced me to do this needed to be out of my life, and for good, I'd wait till he was at work, then leave with whatever I could fit into a couple of suitcases. We were done. Right now I needed today to be over.

"Wow you look great love, I told you those false eyelashes were a good idea," he said.

I ignored him.

"Where do you want me John? I asked.

"Just here love, lets do a couple of test shots, make sure I've got the lighting just right, and adjust it if we need to."

I stood where he wanted me, and stared hard into the camera.

I heard the camera clicking away as the lights flashed. I was momentarily blinded.

"Great Vicky, now, just move your right foot a bit, so we can see a bit of stocking top."

I moved my foot.

"Fabulous, fabulous, now can you pull one of the straps down off the shoulder."

I moved, turned, hands on hips, hands off hips. Then he stopped, and began to check the camera, then showed me the results in the viewer. I was actually surprised at how good they were, and how I looked.

"Now sit on the sofa Vicky."

I sat, I noticed he was now taking some shoots from a lower angle.

"Move your knees apart, lets see up your skirt," John called.

I moved my knees, but it wasn't enough, so I moved them some more.

"Fucking great, now put one leg up on the sofa, but leave the other foot on the floor."

I swallowed hard, and did what he wanted. The lights flashed away as he took photo after photo.

"Pull your dress up...bit higher so we can really see those lovely panties of yours."

Fucking pervert. I pulled my dress up above my stocking tops.

"Great, great, now run your fingers over your pussy," he instructed.

Pussy, what does he think, like its going to fucking purr, it's a vulva, a fucking vulva.

I ran my fingers across the front of my knickers. He seemed to really like that, but then so had Paul when I'd posed for him, he liked it even more when I didn't have any knickers on at all, I supposed John would as well. I was under no illusion that John wanted me to do what I'd done for Paul, finger myself. Fucking man, why had he shown those photo's around, it had made Paul so hard when I'd done that, then I'd sucked his cock...

"OK Vicky lets lose the dress, shall we."

We lost the dress, and he took more photo's this time of me topless. I had good tits, 36D, which always looked more because of my tiny waist, 24", then my hips flared out to 34", so a little top heavy. Soon my knickers were around my ankles, and my legs spread wide.

"OK, that's that, great Vicky, you did really well, come and have a look, then we can move on to the next set."

He plugged his camera into his computer, and showed me the photos. I didn't like looking at photo's of myself in normal situations, and this wasn't normal. He gave me a few pointers, do this, don't do that. Point my toes, "always point your toes Vicky love."

I dressed for the second set, no dress this time, just undies. Paul choose them. Black and sheer, complete with suspender belt, and seamed stockings. The black patent heels were my highest, six inches and a fucking nightmare on a night out, but this wasn't a night out, and I doubted I'd be doing much walking in them. No fucking chance. The

sound of my heels echoed as I walked across the floor, both John and Paul watching me intently, it was then that I noticed the other guy, now I was really pissed.

"Who is he?" I asked, not even trying to be polite.

"Relax love, just an assistant," John replied.

Relax, Jesus fucking Christ. I looked at him again, good looking guy, probably in his early twenties, and on a night out I'd make a play for him, but right now I wanted out of here, and the only way was for me pose for more of these fucking photo's.

"Click, click, click," the camera sounded, and the lights flashed.

He photographed me from all angles, as I pouted into the camera, my undies not hiding anything, my nipples my bum, and my small landing strip above my labia, only the gusset of the knickers hid that.

"Squeeze your tits, can you get your nipples hard?" John asked.

"No!" I snapped.

"Its OK John, I can," Paul said, and walked towards me.

He grabbed me, twisting my nipples through my bra. It hurt, then he tugged them and they began to betray me.

"Look you, start behaving yourself, do what you're fucking told, when you are told. John is paying me a lot of money for this, so start being the slut you really are, or maybe you'd like me to slap you about again."

"No, I'll...I'll do it," I stammered.

"Good, now get on with it."

John watched as I re-took my place in front of the camera, my nipples now erect. He began again, I began to concentrate more on the camera lens, trying to block everything else out. Get this over, and then I'd see about getting away from Paul.

I reached behind me, undoing my bra, then holding it in my arms, hands on my tits, before revealing them to the camera, the camera and John, and the young guy, who was watching me intently, fuck he even rubbed his crotch. I turned away from the camera, my ass clearly visible through the sheer panel, then bent over, so they could see my anus, my red finger nails pressing my pants into my slit, defining it. Onto a sofa, knickers pulled to one side, my smooth labia on display.

"Open yourself up love," John called.

I didn't say or do anything.

"Look love, its not as if you've not done that before, so lets see pink."

He was right of course, I had, but that was for my husband.

I gently pulled my labia to one side, showing him what he wanted, but of course he wanted more, he wanted me to insert a finger, and yes I'd done that before, but it didn't make it any easier.

"That's great love, a bit deeper, so I can't see your finger nail."

I slipped it into myself a bit more, then thought fuck it, and pushed it all the way.

"That's better, bet that feels great, now a second one," John instructed.

I was about to say no, but thought better of it, and added a second finger, then released I was well not wet, but moist, fuck I hated that word, moist, for fuck sake!

The lights flashed, as John clicked away, then I became aware of another camera, someone else who I hadn't seen before, they were filming me, filming me fingering myself. Paul was standing beside the video camera operator, he smiled, the bastard smiled. He knew this was going to happen, and I wondered how much money he was pocketing for this humiliation, then I thought of the young guy, and suddenly wondered how far they expected me to go. Not that far surely.

"Pull your fingers out slowly love, then suck them, there's a good girl." John called.

I did what he wanted, Paul had, had me do the same in those fucking photo's, I did what they wanted.

"OK love, that was a good start, now we can see what you're like, we can move on. There is a corset in the changing room, put that on with some black stockings, nothing else, and keep those heels on. And re-do your lippy." John said.

I took the heels off and walked to the changing room, where I got yet another surprise, her name was Louise, Lou. She was sitting naked in front of the mirror busy with her makeup brush. She looked up, smiled.

"Hello, so you're the new girl, bet you're nervous, I know I was my first time. Still we'll be gentle."

"Gentle?" I stammered, then stormed out, to confront Paul.

"What the fuck is going on Paul" I shouted.

"What is going on is you doing exactly what you're fucking told. Do this right and John will pay me more next time, and its going to be regular work, and he has loads of contacts, so Vicky you will do whatever he wants. You do understand don't you!"

I understood only too well. His porn obsession, his fantasy was about to become a reality, and I was going to be providing it. Right now I couldn't see anyway out of here, short of getting a beating from him, and possibly the others. There was a fire exit in the corridor, but once through that, what then.

"Where does the fire exit lead Lou," I asked.

"You thinking of bottling it? Don't. That man of yours he's promised John a lot, and been paid, he's been hanging around John for a few weeks, showing him photo's of you, even a clip of you two fucking on his phone. John won't want the money back, he wants you in front of the camera."

"So..."

"So better do what they want, then, look you need somewhere to go after, my cars out there, if you want away from your husband. You want?"

I just nodded.

"Right, get ready, then after we'll slip away, there will be time then."

I walked back out, heels clicking on the wooden floor. My decision made. I'd do this, then run.

"Well don't you look great," John said, "see you redid your makeup, much better, Lou helped I guess."

He looked me up and down, the corset hid nothing, sheer cups, sheer everything, no knickers, it had suspenders, and I had on a pair of almost there black eight denier stockings. My heels, those bloody high ones. I strutted to where they wanted me, my mind made up.

The stills camera gone, replaced by a second video camera. I strutted for the camera, pouted at it, eager just to get this over with. They passed me a vibrator, and my heart sank. I looked at Paul, stared at him, the bastard just fucking smiled. There was only one thing I could do, so I did it. I spread my legs, sitting on a big leather armchair, ran my finger across my clit, then opened myself to the camera, to John's video camera, then put it into myself, I felt it as I pushed it in, then pushed a little more, as it filled me. I looked at the camera, trying to convey how much I despised the person behind it, and the others behind the lights.

"Oh fuck, this is fucking great!" I heard John say.

I was suddenly surprised, I felt a hand on my hand, the hand closed over mine, and thrust the vibrator deep into me. I looked up, it was Louise, she smiled, then kissed me full on the lips, as she pushed the vibrator all the way inside me, flicking the switch on as she did so. I felt it buzz, felt a shiver go through my body, as her tongue found my tongue, and my tongue found hers. I was ignoring the camera, ignoring everything, everything but Louise, and the sensations the vibrator was causing. Then some bastard, not some bastard, just one, John as he called "cut."

Louise stopped and pulled away, smiling at me but the vibrator remained, just for a few moments longer. Neither of us moved, then suddenly she pulled it out, and put it straight into her mouth, as she stared at me, her eyes saying everything.

He broke the spell. Suddenly I was back in that fucking awful studio, my legs wide, my nipples hard, my cunt open from where the vibrator had been.

"Well now we see the real slut at last, always knew you were one. You my darling wife are going to make me a lot of money." Paul said.

I didn't reply, but I looked around, three men looked back, all smiling, because they thought I was going to make them a lot of money as well.

I thought back to last week when I'd let Paul photograph me, that was just for him, he'd gone on, and on about me doing that for weeks, and in the end he'd worn me down. I posed for him before, but this was different, he'd been almost desperate for me to do it. I posed on the sofa, as he'd snapped away, then he'd wanted me to finger myself, not just hold myself open like I'd done before, one finger wasn't enough, then he took some pictures of me, my back to him, a finger eventually in my bum, even then he wanted more, the finger went knuckle deep, as I looked over my shoulder at the camera. They were just for him, he'd promised, but they weren't he'd shown his mates, and had shown John the owner of this sleazy studio. And John had paid him for me to be here today, paid him well he'd said, and now I was doing what he'd been paid for me to do.

"OK love, on the sofa, you and Louise, lets carry this forward." John said.

They moved the cameras on their tripods, then I saw John had a hand held one as well.

Louise held my hand and we walked across, but then they called us back, so they could film us walking hand in hand to the sofa. She kissed me again once we got there.

"Its alright Vicky, just let me lead, follow my lead, trust me," she whispered.

She carried on where we'd left off, kissing me, then rubbing the tip of the vibrator on my clit, it was on, and the sensations traveled through my body. I heard myself groan as she slide it back inside, then her lips were gone, then back, this time on my nipples, my mouth was dry, she bit one, hard, painful, but something else. Then she was between my legs, her hand never stopping moving the vibrator in and out of my wet cunt. I felt her breathe, then felt her tongue on my hard clit, my head went back, as I arched my back. He was there, I don't know where he had come from, I hadn't seen him since that first set. But he was there now, his cock touched my lips. I didn't want to, he pulled my hair, pulling my face to him. I knew I had to, knew I didn't want to. My mouth opened, and his cock was in my mouth. He pushed my hair back away from my face, tucking it behind my ear, as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I knew I was going to gag, then did, felt as if I was going to throw up, but he pushed deeper, I tasted bile in my throat, then he pulled out, not right out, but just enough, as my eyes watered up, felt my nose run, as his cock again buried itself in my mouth, then into my throat, pulling out again just in time. Then again, and again, always deeper, until my nose was crushed against his pelvic bone, his cock deep in my throat. Louise didn't stop her assault on my clit, the vibrator fucking me, her tongue twirling my clit, her thumb pulling back hard on my clit hood. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John, his hand held camera close, getting what he'd paid for.

Louise sucked his cock, then held it for me to suck again. I took it, I'd given in. Any pretense of resistance gone. I ran my tongue around the bulbous head, wet from her mouth. Then he pulled away, and my face was pushed down, down between Louise's legs, they were wide, waiting for me. Someone grabbed a handful of my hair, and guided me where they wanted me. I gave them what they wanted, tasted her, licked her, fingered her. As my face was buried in her cunt so I felt him behind me, felt his cock part my labia, felt him penetrate me. My back arched, allowing him easy access.

"Oh my fucking God," I heard Paul say, almost in a half whisper, "Fucking hell."

He fucked me then, once he'd finished with me, I'd leave, out of the fire exit, then into Lou's car, and away, away from this, away from Paul. I'd never go back, ever.

Louise pulled my face away from her cunt, forced me to look at the camera, my face wet from her. It was so close, I hadn't realized how close. I licked my lips, nerves, not lust, but that's what it would look like. His cock, whoever he was, was like steel inside me, he pulled it out, it was in front of me again, Louise held it close to my face, wanking it, wanking it so hard. He came then, ejaculated all over my face, in surprise, some went in my mouth, I was going to spit it out, but her mouth covered mine, then she licked my face, before kissing me deep again. Then it was done, over.

John smiled, clapped Paul on the back.

"She's good Paul, really good," John said, as I stood naked, freshly fucked, a guy's come all over my face, a guy whose name I didn't know.