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The Word Of Mouth Lounge - Katie And Laurel free porn video
"Welcome back, ladies. I'll be with you in a moment. You can get changed straight away." I released the intercom button, glad to be invisible behind the Lounge's black mirrored walls when Katie and Laurel sauntered through the studio below.
It was a frantic scramble to make myself presentable again. Fighting the post-orgasmic euphoria which spread like a sedative through my limbs, and under pressure from a double deadline, I mopped spillage, spritzed cologne, freshened lip gloss and smoothed ruffled hair.
Thank goodness I kept a cache of fresh clothes, because when Jeff finished with me I was a hot mess. The blouse was salvageable, but anything below was a loss as far as finishing the day's work went.
There was no time to observe the soft lighting of the room, the row of plush leather chairs fitted with recessed control panels in the armrests, or the large flat screen monitor on one wall.
A pernicious notion about the distracting phone inquiry finally sank in as I re-buckled. "Oh shit, Mr. Johnson...You set me up, didn't you?"
Jeff's eyes were full of mischief but his tone was matter-of-fact. "Mr. Johnson owed me a favor. I sneaked him into the Lounge last week for Tania J's session."
"Hah." I let it drop, but possible ideas for retribution began to sharpen their claws in my head. Spiking a certain person's martini with habanero juice? Not likely to happen. Mailing a souvenir print of Tania J's most provocative, erection popping pose to a certain person's home address? Much better.
"Besides, you enjoyed your surprise, didn't you?" Before I could answer, Jeff kissed me, groped a properly bloused breast, and moved toward the private entrance. My eyes followed him hungrily, almost as if he hadn't just fucked the living daylights out of me.
Stop it! Back to work! my brain reprimanded.
I blew him a kiss from the opposite end of the Lounge. "See you later and I'll show you how much." I backed out the loft door and skipped down the stairs to the next assignment.
Models Katie and Laurel had returned from their break a little ahead of schedule and were closeted in the changing area. The dynamic between them had changed since they'd left. From the sound of their easy conversation, it seemed that Laurel's bubbly personality had coaxed out cool Katie's more talkative side.
Maybe it helped to bond over a manicure. Maybe it was the organic salad. Long as they were getting along, it made my job easier.
They approached the set in robes because there wasn't much, if anything, beneath. I got my first look at them since their salon visit. Their transformation from schoolgirl role players to sophisticated sirens was complete. Manicurist Narita and her makeup artist had done them proud with bold colors and luminous boudoir eyes.
Laurel, perhaps self-conscious over her own lack of clothes, looked me up and down and blurted, "You changed!"
This was nothing new, so I was prepared. "Kung pao sauce. I make a mess of it every time." Moving right along, "Now Laurel, you're going to be over on the bed, about here." I patted the mattress as she shed her robe and revealed nothing additional to the spiked black stiletto heels she was wearing. "Just don't trip on those bloody things...On your tummy...that's it...Now spread out...open wide...wider."
It wasn't enough. I placed my hands on her knees and pushed outward. "Relax. You needn't worry, hun; it's going to be lit so that none of the nitty-gritty is going to show...Good girl, that's better. Now I need your knees bent so that your ankles are crossed or as close to crossed as you can...Raise your calves...right...Let's see right over left first." The stiletto heels spiked at perfect angles just beneath her bare cheeks. "I'm going to wrap your ankles now, all right?"
I noticed that Katie had moved to stand where she had a bulls-eye view between Laurel's legs. A bit ahead of schedule, but I let it pass.
Laurel's curls bobbled. "Okay," she squeaked. I reached for a pearl studded black lace thong and snugly wound it, figure eight style, about her ankles so it appeared they were carelessly but effectively tangled, clipping the loose end out of view.
"Now hold it." Click. Click. "Lovely..." I re-angled a spot and added a reflector. Click. A very erotic sight, but it was about to get an extra twist.
"Katie, take the feather that's over there please, and I want you to hold it like so...I want that thumbnail turned up toward me." She grasped the thick end of the finely fringed, stiff specimen that originated from an anonymous avian donor.
Katie's hands were a photographer's dream and the main reason I wanted her on this particular shoot. Her skin tone was flawless; her fingers long and delicate. Thanks to Narita, Katie's nails shone in a vivid, fiery coral that blazed aggressively against the white duvet and the light tan of Laurel's inner thighs.
"Point it dead center so that the tip just goes into her shadow zone...Try flattening the feather so we can see it's a feather...Now give it a tilt...Now sideways..." I snapped each variety, then composed the shot so that Katie's feather-wielding hand was aimed directly at Laurel's snatch, and perfectly centered within the border of Laurel's bare thighs and buttock curves overlaid with the sharp black stiletto heels and tangled lace.
"Let me take out this clip first...Going to slip these on over your shoes...Uncross your ankles now, and give me some tension on the thong...Keep your heels close to your butt...Like that, yes. Feather back into position, please."
I was satisfied with the editorial. Perverted, without being too explicit. Viewers would lap it up.
Katie couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene; that much was obvious.
Laurel burst into a giggle and her hips squirmed. Had Katie moved the feather tip a little too closely? Was it accidental, or was Katie testing the waters? I wondered.
"I think we've got it. Katie, you can take a breather and I'll do a quick series while Laurel's over here. Laurel, exactly as you are now, and we're just going to loop a rope around each knee...good...arms overhead and wrists together." I wrapped them enough to be convincing before stringing them to the headboard. A black silk scarf, knotted at the back of her head, covered her mouth.
A section of the headboard was removed so that I could frame Laurel from that point of view, her face alone in focus. Her arms, wrist ropes, jutting buttocks and thong-bound ankles were blurred with a shallow depth of field. "Let's see your best damsel eyes, please."
Stopping down, I sharpened more and more of the bound blonde's body and limbs. Then I repeated the process from the footboard, careful to shadow Laurel's womanhood as promised while celebrating the creamy curves of her backside.
Time to catch the side view. "Can you rotate your ankles so that the heel profile is better defined? Yeah, just like that." Click. "Lift your ribs and give me a bit more sides well here, please. You have lovely boobs; let's see them. No nipple, though." Click. The overall effect was an appealingly vulnerable naked landscape with just the right amount of kink.
"Okay, give those hips a short break." I put the camera down and loosed her. She sat up and swung her legs over the bed edge, shaking her mane of blonde curls back into place.
Katie slipped out of her robe for the first time and looked stunning in her lacy black bra, matching thong, thigh high black stockings, and heels.
"Let's hook you up Anton style," I proposed, alluding to a peer in the business whose level of creativity I had long admired. "Anton style" involved one wrist fastened at the bed's footboard and one at the headboard; the same was true of the ankles. I was confident in Katie's flexibility for the extended position.
"Now let's have your legs wide...it's a bit more than usual at this angle but I know you can do it." The ropes were now in place, along with the obligatory black over the mouth gag. Her upper thigh and abdominal definition added just the right illusion of resistance. "And lift your lower back...try to point your toes if you can...lift up your head and look at me...Fantastic." Her coral nails clawed ineffectively at the white wrist ropes. "Stay with it, Katie...thatta girl...Perfect."
The long legs, the high heels, the upward arch of her torso combined for a magnificent series of shots I might have captioned "Black Swan Erotica."
"Five-minute break, then we'll shoot the double Y," I announced, untying Katie. "Those lights are going to get awfully hot, so you'll want to hydrate a bit. Just don't overdo it; the last thing you'll need is an ill-timed urge to visit the little girls' room."
Laurel was to lie on her back first. Her arms were tied in a straight line overhead to the headboard, her legs tied open wide. Except for the heels and the black thong panty artfully bunched on one ankle, she was completely nude.
Katie had slipped off her thong and reached around her slim back to remove her bra. "Leave it on," I improvised. She would be face down anyway, and the extra black line would provide geometric interest.
"I'm going to place a modesty panel between you. The camera won't pick it up."
The two girls looked at one another in a silent debate as my statement sank in, and I placed a smooth flat object over Laurel's pink mons.
"Katie, you can get into position then."
On her hands and knees, she carefully climbed over the bound Laurel so that her brunette head faced the footboard from which her hands were tied in the same manner as the blonde's. Her ankles were fastened to each end of the headboard so that they straddled Laurel's upper body and perfectly framed the bubbly tits standing at attention.
"Both of you, show me your safety signal once more, please."
Immediately after they complied, both were gagged with black tape.
Because they were of such similar build, and because of the specific amount of rope tension I'd applied, their hips were aligned. In reverse, of course, but aligned nonetheless.
To the casual viewer unaware of the panel between them, their mounds appeared to be molded together for all kinds of carnal possibilities.
I pulled the step ladder into place, climbed it high enough to get a decent overhead view, and immersed myself in composing and re-composing visual sculpture from the nearly nude, juxtaposed bodies in bondage.
A loud pop startled the models and nearly caused me to lose my balance. Dammit, I could have dropped the camera, and what a time for that.
"It's all right; it's just a bulb and it will only take a minute to fix," I reassured them. "Can you hang in there while I get it done?"
Two heads nodded from opposite ends of the mattress. I sprinted over to a storage corner and rummaged through boxes. Empty. Damn!
I tried Matt's room, giving a sharp tap on his door first.
"Come in," called the voice on the other side, where my genius of gadgets was building a new backup server. Somehow he was also managing to do all this with a huge hard-on straining beneath his cargo shorts.
"I just need a flood lamp." The second drawer I opened yielded success. Trying to keep my tone casual, "When did you get back?"
He didn't look up from the tangle of circuit boards or whatever they were called. "About ten minutes ago."
I breathed a sigh of relief. So he hadn't seen me and Jeff in flagrante delicto. Or was he telling the truth?
It was wicked of me, but I peeked at his screensaver. Luisa-Martine mmphed full on for the camera behind a white tape gag, her splendid tits pushed to their full glory above a tight tube top. At least, he's consistent, I thought and rushed back to the set, where the offending bulb was discarded and replaced.
Was I seeing things, or was Katie grinding on Laurel while my back was turned?
I grabbed the wide angle body once more. "All right...Let's get this wrapped up, shall we? Er, sorry, not the best choice of phrase, was it?"
Between the hot lights and the physical exertion as I caught every possible configuration of the scene, I needed a breather when it was over and the models had retreated to the changing area. Even Matt took pity on me and offered not only a ginger ale from his mini fridge but his favorite chair and a few minutes of company. We exchanged shop talk and I listened to him describe another of his latest concepts.
Just before I could remember to ask him what popped into my mind, I noticed a flashing green LED below the Lounge feed monitor. "What the f...that session's been over for twenty minutes now?"
Matt reached for the button first and punched the monitor from blank to streaming.
Our jaws slackened. Well...maybe something else of Matt's reacted a little differently.
In the girls' dressing room, Katie had backed an equally unclothed Laurel against the wall. The high heels had been discarded; so had Katie's bra and thigh highs. The two girls undulated in a passionate loin lock, hips gyrating, two sets of dueling pert breasts joining in the fun. Katie was kissing the hollow of Laurel's throat and working her way downward. From the rapturous expression on Laurel's up-tilted face, their embrace was most definitely consensual, and it could safely be assumed that no modesty panel separated them. Their mutual mission only required raw, unfiltered girl power eager to finish what the shoot had set into motion.
Sometimes the Lounge gets more than it expects.
"It's nothing we haven't seen before. Chalk it up to an occupational hazard." Having confirmed that Laurel was a willing participant in Katie's newest tryst, I switched off the feed, and when Matt reached to switch it back on I swatted his wrist.
"Come on, Matt; help me out here." As quickly as possible I brought Tania J's slides into view. "Give me your honest, red-blooded male opinion about which of these is the absolute hottest? I need to send a picture to a friend."
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