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Her mind was in blur as she left. Claude was happy. Molly was happy. Now just a few silly pictures then this was all over! She had been blackmailed into covering for a store worker who had been bitten by her beloved dog. The bite had been caught on the store’s external CCTV and she had been told in no uncertain terms that the manageress wanted to go to the police. Only Erica's pleading had saved her dog and hence she was filling in for the injured worker. Now the prospect of no more shifts and her blackmail ending filled her with a sense of joy. Yes, the work had had its moments but it was good to see an end to it before things were taken too far. Molly, the manageress, she could trust she thought (even if it was her idea to go to the cops) but Claude, the owner, he worried her!

Meanwhile back in the store Molly replayed the hidden cameras. They had Erica, clear as a daylight, agreeing to go to the studio and act as a model for a photographer. That as well as the film from the office parading in front of them both and the footage of her changing earlier was all wonderfully clear, highly erotic and would be very useful later!

With that recap we now recommence our tale.

Chapter 2

As Erica stepped outside into the bright sun she struggled to hold the bottles in front of her damaged dress. Claude was making her walk to the studio. As usual he had flustered her. That together with her eagerness to please Molly made her fail to mention that her short thin dress only had one button left on it. Not only had she to walk but Claude had insisted that she carried the water round that he was supposed to deliver. It might only have been two blocks away but by the end of the first street she realised her plan to keep her arms up and hold her dress together was not going to work. The bottles were just too heavy. Little did she realise what a tangled web she had been caught in and how much deeper she was going to be drawn into the snare.

As if on queue the wind gusted as a car approached, at the wheel a wide mouthed old man. Her dress had parted again giving him a full view of her legs and pussy. With a grin she carried on walking strangely pleased to have given so much obvious pleasure. She knew that the one button left on her dress, by her belly button meant the dress kept parting both above and below. She had tried hard to keep her arms up and holding the dress together. Her arms burned with the effort of trying to keep them raised while holding the heavy bottles. She began to think about how good it felt to see the old man grin and how soon she would have to revert forever back to her plain life.

“What the hell,” she thought remembering the look on the driver’s face.

It’s not far now, no-one knows me and other darker more intimate thoughts bubbled up inside her. With that she stopped straining, letting her arms gratefully relax to her sides. No longer was she making any attempt to prevent her dress exposing herself. She knew each step allowed her bare legs and shaven mound to briefly come on show and each step allowed her small pert aching boobs to be seen. As her heart rate slowed after the initial rush, she gazed around. Yes some had seen, some pointed, some smiled, some frowned, some tutted and some just rubbed their crotches but she had their attention, it was her in control. It was an area she normally felt weak in. An area she was thrilled to realize she now had power in. Another street covered and now she could see the sign hanging outside the shop. Just at that moment she became aware of heavy breathing on her shoulder. Someone was following her! Fear and panic began to rise in her. She tried to walk faster. The breathing only seemed to get closer. Faster and faster she pressed on. Afraid to turn around. Totally uncaring about how her dress moved and how much she showed. Eyes all around her unknown to her were fixed on her legs and higher as the dress gaped, her breasts jiggling free, her nipples hard and taut. The terror was making her less and less cautious, more and more oblivious to small details and to how much of her body was showing. Oddly enough seen from afar she just looked as if she was deliberately trying to flash as much of her body as she could, which was exactly the effect the man at the end of the street with the video camera had hoped for! His boss would be pleased and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come! He quickly sent a text to his conspirator who turned into the nearest shop he was passing leaving Erica alone.

She was almost at the studio when the footsteps left her and she breathed a sigh of relief which allowed her a few seconds to relax before she came to the door. It chimed as Erica entered and a muffled voice called out from behind a curtain. It was a small foyer with a few tasteful photographs of clients on the wall. Erica caught her breath as she looked around, whoever the photographer was clearly had a lot of talent. A young mid twenties lady appeared through the curtain and brought Erica into the studio.

“Sit down you poor thing!” she cooed.

“Hi! I am Katie and welcome to my studio,” she beamed proudly and began to explain what all the sets were.

It was basically a very large room but curtains and backdrops separated areas, some were plain, some had a few pieces of furniture, a chair, a sofa, one area was an office and in the far corner was a large bed. Erica looked around wide eyed taking all of it in. It was all new strange and yet exciting. Just as Katie noticed how revealing her dress was she heard the door chime go.

“Only us Katie. The model turned up yet?” a strong male voice called out.

“Your face!” laughed Katie looking at Erica, who was clearly looking worried, "it’s not what you think. Boys come in and meet the model. By the way honey I didn’t get your name and Claude never told me what it was.”

“Oh, right I'm Tiffany,.... Tiffany Driver,” said Erica surprising herself.

Where had that come from she wondered briefly and why did I say it? Before she could dwell more on this, two large young heavily muscled men entered. What caught Erica’s eye was the fact they were holding hands. Katie watched Erica’s eyes widen.

“Yes honey,” she purred, “gorgeous and exquisite as they are Carlton and Leroy are a couple and gay.”

Erica sagged and relaxed, for a minute her worst fears had manifested themselves, she pretended she was not colour biased but no black person had ever appealed to her. The men, and there was no better word for it, minced around putting down the video cameras they had been carrying on various worktops.

“So your the replacement for Clara?” asked Katie, to which Erica nodded, “and your happy to do her shift as a model?”

Again Erica nodded.

“And your happy to pose as I ask clothed or nude?” continued Katie.

Erica gulped she had knew she was to model but hadn’t expected to be nude. She thought back for a second and memories of her thin dress in the shop flooded into her mind exciting her. She was very aware how important this shoot was to her dog and wanted to convince Katie she was keen.

“Sure, I haven’t done much so you will have to tell me what to do, but I am really keen to get started as a model. I love being photographed and, well,” she said, trying to sound modest, “I sort of, do like being naked. I am a little shy at first but well it’s hugely exciting.”

Katie looked pleased with the answer and reached for her camera. She pointed to a case in the corner saying the plan was to shoot some glamour, some lingerie and then finally some nudes for the client. If Erica was shy she could light her in a way that obscured her face and could make good use of her hair to cover her face. The boys role was really just to help her with lights, passing cameras and the odd touch of powder to stop skin shining too much, she explained.

“Carlton get her first outfit ready will you and Erica you can change behind the screen,” ordered Katie in a very professional manner.

A quick word later with Erica about her shoe size and all was set. With her heart thumping but a fluttering sense of excitement Erica stepped forward and moved behind the screen. A small but stretchy black mini dress, with matching stockings and plain three inch heels was laid out. She looked for underwear but failed to find any. Curious and nervous she popped her head back around the screen.

“Katie, this may sound daft but there’s no underwear,” Erica queried.

“No honey,” laughed Katie. “One it ruins the lines of the dress and two you are going to pose nude later so best no marks left on your skin from tight underwear. Unless of course you want the boys to have to massage your skin to get rid of the lines.”

Erica felt slightly silly on hearing the reply. She should have guessed that! She pulled the stockings up her legs before she put the dress on. It was very different to anything she had ever worn before, sure her husband had wanted to buy her stuff like this but she had always been too shy. Now it was exciting and all part of the adventure. It was hugely stretchy and showed all the contours of her toned body off to good effect. Slipping on the shoes, Erica took a deep breath and stepped out.

“Wow, look at you, quite the temptress!” exclaimed Katie.

“Now stand over in front of the white background and let's try a few poses,” encouraged Katie.

“There’s some masks in a box in the back but let’s try a few using light and your hair to cover your face if your shy,” she continued.

Erica obliged, nervous yet very excited. Katie snapped away for a few minutes, pausing every few shots to look at her results as she got her helpers to move flash guns and light boxes to different angles and locations. All the time she focused on directing exactly how Erica was to tilt her head. Eventually she looked happy and showed Erica the results.

Erica was spellbound by the images, it was her and yet not. The lady in the picture looked so confident, so in control, so powerful and most definitely very, very sexy! They were classy, catching Erica’s looks but somehow enhancing them. She realised she had never looked so good in photographs before. She looked glamorous, attractive and every bit the centrefold and yet somehow most of her face was in shadow or obscured by hair. It was strange she realised she knew it was her but to anyone else she was unknown, ethereal, unreachable. A shiver of pure joy rippled through her.

“So, what do you think ?” asked Katie.

“They’re fantastic! I look wonderful, I never knew I could look so good!” she excitedly exclaimed.

“Now lets shoot some more! We are looking for a sexier look now so just follow my lead and you will look amazing,” encouraged Katie, “and see how easy it is to hide your face!”

Erica moved to a sofa and began to pose again, enjoying the attention of the lens and excited in this new experience. Katie moved around her changing the angles, getting her to cross and uncross her legs, to pout, to move her hands to her legs, waist and hair. Erica relaxed more and more as she realised how much she was enjoying the experience. Each time she moved her legs to recross them she was deeply aware of the warmth between them.

“Can you lower your neckline and raise your hemline now?” asked Katie.

Erica looked unsure but tugged the dress in various directions, it was very clingy and stretchy so suddenly she had much more cleavage on show and more leg.

“That’s great but your skin shines, is it OK if the boys powder you?” asked Katie.

Erica nodded as the men approached carrying a variety of make-up brushes. They moved all over her, brushing here and there on Katie’s direction. It was strangely thrilling to be fussed over so intently and intimately by two muscled men. They stood back and Katie began to shoot again but after a few snaps she shook her head.

“Your dress is creased I will get the boys to adjust it, if that's OK with you. Just lie there and relax!” Katie encouraged.

This time hands smoothed her dress, tugging the edges at Katie's order. More powder again was applied to her cleavage. The soft brush stimulated and excited her, teasing yet never moving far. Erica was amazed how quickly she had become accustomed to two complete strangers moving her clothes. The attention excited her as Katie called the men back to raise her hem further, allowing a clear view of her stocking tops and beyond. Again Kate snapped away gradually getting Erica into raunchier poses. As the camera clicked Erica could feel her body becoming more and more sensitive and increasingly stimulated. She found she was beginning to let her legs part more and more, not only would her thighs be on show but she was sure Katie was moving around to get views up the dress and down it. The warmth between her legs was now more of a fire and her pussy was ablaze with desire. Her legs felt warm and damp with her excitement. She had already forgotten about her face being on show and hadn’t noticed Katie was no longer directing her to move her head so much. Katie sat down beside Erica and showed her the results. Erica sat open mouthed at the images in front of her, a wanton temptress stared back at her. The pictures where hugely erotic, her nipples were hidden inside the dress but stood out, bold and prominent. Her legs glowed, the contrast between her thighs and stocking tops stark, bold and exciting. Never showing more than a lot of leg, stocking tops and the suggestion of more the pictures screamed desire and were loaded with eroticism. She was too excited to notice that in most of the pictures her face was now clearly in view.

"You’re enjoying this aren’t you!” Katie laughed and said.

Erica was puzzled, yes she was but Katie had meant more. Then she realised as she looked at the last few images. Her thigh tops were shining from the moisture coming from her inner passion.

“Don’t worry powder will fix that! Boys! Now just lie back and let them do their stuff,” Katie commanded.

Surprised, shocked and aroused Erica lay back on the sofa as the men approached. She closed her eyes as they stood either side of her brush in hand and gently parted her legs. A strange bliss filled her, her pussy which was swollen, wet and aching would be clear to them. They were gay so it excited her but she felt safe, it was strange but massively arousing. The brush gently caressed and tickled between her legs, she tried hard not to react but each stroke made her push back, made her gasp, made her twitch in delight. They may be gay but she was near to climax! A final flick of the brush caught her lips and made her groan audibly as a small orgasm rippled through her.

“Your neckline needs to come down now to just cover your nipples and lets raise the hem up further Tiffany. Let the boys sort you out,” called out Katie almost immediately.

Erica’s mind was still awash with pleasure endorphins. She stood almost d**gged in pleasure as two strongly muscled men began to adjust her clothing. One knelt in front while the other stood behind. His breath was hot on her neck making her shiver with each exhalation he made. It was odd, they were not her type, to put it bluntly she was racist but somehow they fact they were gay made her feel superior and in control. They were acting as Katie ordered, they would follow her wishes. They were safe, she was their master. She had power and loved that feeling.

She felt two thumbs pass past her shoulders, brush her upper ribs and pass against her outer breasts and under her neckline. They lingered which heightened her aroused state as she waited to see what would happen next. It was a long time since anyone but her husband had physically touched her naked skin and it excited her. As a deep breathe from him caressed her neck and them seemed to plunge down her cleavage, he moved his thumbs moved slowly down, slowing as they encountered the top of her breasts. Down and round they came tracing a slow definite track closing in on her tingling nipples. His nails were leading, the flesh of his thumbs trailed behind gently stroking her flesh. The contrast of hard nail followed by soft flesh was intense and heightened her senses. As they passed the raised skin of her areolas she drew breath deeply waiting for their arrival at her nipples. The nails seemed to flick wickedly at her aching over sensitive tips and she was barely able to suppress the groan she felt internally. A small bead of her juices escaped from between her legs and ran down her thighs, which only heightened her feelings. With his nails edges keeping pressure on her nipples she felt her neckline pulled down until the seam caught her nipples creating an extra pressure on them. The neckline was as low as possible and yet was still keeping her nipples hidden.

“Just make sure it stays at that height please Leroy,” instructed Katie.

With that he squeezed above and below the nipple trapping it even more in the seam. She felt her knees buckle and more of her inner liquids seep down weakened legs. Below, Carlton was sitting on the floor on front of her. His strong hands were moving her dress hem up and up her trembling legs until it was a fraction away from revealing all. His hands then slide up the front of her thighs, then the sides and finally the backs of her legs in his attentions to her hem. She was too lost in the moment to contemplate why if he was pushing it up, all his hand needed to be in contact all that time. The hands moved higher but now on top of the dress brushing over her mound, her hips and ass as they smoothed wrinkles out of her dress. Erica’s eyes were glazed with delight, her mouth slightly agape in passion as Katie smiling carried on shooting. From her angle it looked like Erica was clearly letting the pair of them grope her and was orgasming.

The boys moved back and Katie carried on shooting, getting Erica to stand, push out her hips, her chest, her ass, to sit, to put a foot on a chair, to lie on a sofa, to lie on a bed, always moving and changing the angle.

Then finally she sat and said, "OK let’s see what we have! Come and have a look Tiffany!”

Erica’s eyes widened at the images she looked like a slut, being ravished by the two helpers! Her nipples clearly erect and aroused, her legs shiny and wet. Her inner secret area was no longer secret but caught, exposed, clearly wet and clearly aroused! There was something powerful in the contrast of colour, the dark hands seemed more intense against a pale skin. It made the whole image larger than life.

Katie nodded at Leroy and Carleton who left.

“You look great honey! I think your having fun, your a natural now looking at those pictures of you with the boys. The contrast in colour works well doesn’t it! I have an idea, it’s up to you but I think Claude will love it! The art in this kind of photography is not to take take pictures of the reality, it's to create an illusion. You looked OK working with the boys before..,” Katie’s voice trailed off.

“Yes,” replied Erica.

She was unsure but aroused beyond common sense.

“I was thinking of using the boys in a few more pictures, maybe a little more involved and daring. Just remember it’s not what's happening it's what it look like and the boys are gay so will be more interested in each other than you, plus the colour contrast makes it look more intense,” Katie said inquiringly.

“Carlton, Leroy can I use you in this next shoot?” Katie asked her helpers.

They nodded in a strangely disinterested way. Erica watched them and thought, “They look bored!” Her mind ticked away, bored and not interested in her. She felt oddly rejected but relieved. They were gay, she was a woman, what interest did she hold for them!

“OK Katie, what’s your idea?” asked Erica

Katie explained as Leroy returned, Carlton was yet to appear. He was to be her lover. Holding her in various dressed and semi dressed poses, hands staged to look passionate, lips meeting to look like kisses. If Erica was comfortable they would both end up naked for further shots. Leroy’s eyes rolled.

“Keeping Claude happy?” he asked.

Katie nodded and he moved over to Erica. Still dressed they moved, held hands, embraced, moved hands over each other's bodies and into each other’s hair. She even pressed her lips to his to his neck and he onto hers as Katie directed. It was strange, weirdly not in the least erotic and Erica felt her fires cool. She felt abstract, removed, distant. Was this how professional models felt?she wondered as they moved from standing to seated on a sofa and finally lying on a bed. So close to a man but so disinterested in each other.

“Come over you two now let's see the results!” called Katie.

“Good job Carlton's not back yet he might get jealous,” she teased.

Erica looked and understood! What she saw was a couple deeply in love, intense looks caught on camera, powerful passionate embraces and searing kisses which foretold up coming intimate encounters. All staged, all false and yet all so compelling.

“See what I mean now Erica?” enquired Katie.

“Ready to go further? All staged of course,” she continued.

The fire in her sprang back to life. The pictures looked so real, so erotic, so intense and yet it was so safe. They aroused her and she wanted to explore this. She nodded and they returned to their original pose stood together.

“Leroy let's lose the top and shoes and socks,” Katie instructed, then the shoot continued.

He really was very well muscled, hairless, smooth and toned. Despite the fact he was gay Erica thrilled as she moved her hands over his bare chest and then over the outside of his denim cover ass.

“Now Erica move your hand like your feeling the front of his jeans,” encouraged Katie.

She moved her hand aware of the lack of any discernible bulge. Curious she pressed and felt a flaccid cock under the jeans.

“That’s great, it looks so real, now undo his jeans and make it look like you have your hand down the back of them then down the front,” encouraged Katie.

Emboldened by his lack of response and also mildly annoyed that she had had no effect she complied. Initially she began by moving her hands over his bare ass, then around and down the front of his pants until her fingers came against his flaccid cock. She felt somehow cheated, rejected. She needed little encouragement when Katie asked her to pull his jeans and shorts down and off, all the time clicking away. Then it was his turn to pull her dress over her head and off before they returned to the embraces, kisses and caresses. Her fire was burning, she was wet again, aroused and yet he was unmoved. As they moved from standing to sofa and then finally to the bed her legs were becoming more and more wet, subconsciously she let her legs spread, thrust her breast against him, opened herself wide as he staged kissing her inner thighs and belly and yet he remained unmoved. A phone rang in the background.

“It's for you Leroy,” the voice of Carlton called out, “you need to take it sweetie.”

Carlton appeared wearing a pink kimono as Leroy left.

“Your turn Carlton, you know the shoot, staged lovers, all simulated,” explained Katie as he disrobed.

It was true what the said about black people thought Erica, both him and Leroy had penises which despite being flaccid were much larger than her husbands. She felt determined, she wasn’t going to be rejected by two males! Not when she was naked! Yes this was staged and simulated but she could at least make him want her!

Again they were made to embrace, caress, touch and kiss. Again passionless from him, again no reaction from his cock.

“Erica could you look like your holding his cock or even kissing it it, maybe the look of going down on him..” asked Katie.

To Erica this was heaven, she would show him! Better act coy she thought, so she faked a reluctant yes and pretended to be hesitant.

Erica’s hand covered his cock and she wondered how it looked on camera.

“Can I see how that looked ?” she asked Katie.

Katie came over and showed her. A soft flaccid cock peeked out from under a hand clearly not in contact with it.

“Will this look better?” Erica asked.

With that she reached out again this time wrapping her hand around his soft member and squeezed. Katie grinned and began to shoot again.

“Hell yeah girl!” she exclaimed.

Erica was surprised, the cock still remained flaccid. She tried gently pulling it, squeezing it, stretching it, gliding her nail over it, all to no avail. It felt surprisingly cool to touch. She felt cheated and disappointed. Every woman wants to be desirable and she was no exception. Erica had always prided herself on her bedroom techniques. Her husband and her ex boyfriends all seemed to appreciate the things she did. Sure her husband wanted more but when she wanted him hard she always got her way but now this. Rejection! It hurt, she felt insulted, wounded, her confidence in her femininity was shaken. She was not to be humiliated like this! She began to kiss his stomach, letting her tongue caress his flesh, moving steadily inexorably to his groin. Still no reaction. Her mouth came within inches of his soft penis, and still no reaction. She blew on it, still nothing. She shared that common myth that she was the woman who could turn a gay man.

“These will look great honey! But it’s no good he’s gay! Leroy help him I think Erica may be up for some stronger shots!” exclaimed Katie. “We will need to be quick honey as I think if he’s not with Leroy he will go soft. Remember it will all be pseudo poses, as in simulated.”

Leroy came back in with a faint smile on his face, pride! Oh so Erica thought.

“He’s all mine girl!” he announced, “now let’s get you at your best for the camera, get it washed then I will get you to rise to the event!”

To Erica’s raised eyebrow he said, “I won’t stick nothing in my mouth unless its freshly cleaned..”

“While we are waiting lets get a few more shots of you Erica, let your hands be those of your lovers, caress yourself, tease yourself, look at the camera, hell girl play with yourself if you feel bold enough,” said Katie.

Erica lay back on the bed eyes closed as she slid her hands up her chest to her breasts. Hell she thought, she would see what Leroy could cope with. She had been on fire for a while now, it seemed like an eternity! Her nipples were hard and extremely sensitive. She cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed gently groaning with pleasure.

She looked at Leroy and said, "I want you, I want you both..use me, watch my hands, see where they go, see what they do, watch, learn and then use me, take me, I want your cocks, I want to make you hard, to feel your hard cocks in my my mouth, inside me, let me drain your balls..”

She was babbling away like a slut, carried away on a tidal wave of lust. The passion and fire in her groin overriding her mind. Now all that filled her was a single thought stream, “I am in charge, I will control them, I will make them want me, then I can watch them suffer as I reject them.” It all seemed logical, all made perfect sense as bad ideas often do. Her back arched as her fingers closed around her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them then flicking them. Her nails tracing lines round the underside of her breasts before she cupped, squeezed and kneaded them. Her mouth opened, gasping between her shouted obscenities about what she wanted the men to do to her. Her eyes were wide open looking straight at Leroy, who was stood by the mobile Katie. Erica’s tongue licking her lips in what she hoped looked like staged hunger but actually belied a real need in her.

“Wow girl, go! Your a natural,” Katie exclaimed.

Sensing Erica’s mood and fairly blatant plan she added, “keep going like this girl and you may sway them! Why not show them what their missing!”

Erica was flattered and proud of the attention and praise from Katie. She yearned to please her and to have an effect on the men. Her hands slid down her chest and then over her belly button before they ran along the top of her thighs. Katie smiled and nodded encouragingly. Erica fixed Leroy with her eyes while moving her hands to the inside of her knees. When their eyes meet she gently applied pressure spreading her knees wider and wider. She saw Katie smile as she spread her legs revealing her very wet slit before tracing her fingertips along the inside of her thighs. Long before they reached the crease at the top of her legs they encountered the moisture and her juices which had been leaking from within herself for a long time. Up they continued drawing sighs of delight from Erica before they reached the edge of her lips. Lazily she used her nails to stroke up and down the edges of her lips, stimulating an already inflamed area. She remembered pictures she had seen her husband looking at and began to apply pressure and pull her lips apart exposing her raging inner core. Using her thumbs she parted her lips higher up revealing a vibrant almost quivering clitoris which stood out powerful and pumping with lust. The desire in her loins was intense and her need to please and control strong. Yes she liked to satisfy, to give pleasure, she got a thrill from any approving look but she was discovering more and more that what she really craved was the feeling of power she got when she controlled the attention of others. It was that, ‘I made you look moment’, the, ‘you can’t stop looking at me’, the, ‘you want me’, the, ‘you wish your partner was this hot’ moments she craved. They made her feel strong, powerful, and most of all very very horny.

Katie moved in for close up pictures causing Erica’s thighs to tingle in delight as Katie’s breath landed on them. Driven by lust Erica’s fingers plunged enter deep into herself while her other hand gently rubbed her little bud. Groaning she forced her fingers in and out of her dripping hole, her juices flooding out each time. An intense orgasm ripped through her and she lay there gasping as Leroy looked on. He had moved and had been adjusting something in the background, a light she wrongly assumed. She had lost interest in Katie now she had his attention. She rolled onto her front and knelt, thrusting her butt firmly towards Leroy. Spreading her legs she nestled her head on the bed and looked back at Leroy, keeping his attention, she let her fingers pump in and out of her shining entrance. He was gay but she would win she thought.

Leaving a wet trail she glided her fingers over her ass stroking and caressing her cheeks before teasing around the entrance to her ass. This was sure to work her clouded mind told her. Making sure she still had his attention she slipped a finger into her own asshole. A new sensation for her and not unpleasant she thought but had she seen a reaction? He was gay after all this is what they did she thought.

“Damn girl, stop teasing he’s mine!” a strong voice called out.

Carleton had returned.

“Well are you boys going to pose like you mean it with me?” she asked still fingering her own ass and looking at them both.

She would get them hard, she would arouse them, she would control them and most of all no she wouldn’t let them have her. She would tease, be in charge, arouse them. She would make them desire her then deny them. These thoughts caused ripples of their own to wash through her. She began to groan again as they both lay at her feet, both looking at her playing with her ass, both sucking each other's cocks which where growing and hardening. Curiously aroused by this intense experience she watched them, they were quickly erect and both large to say the least.

Katie began to direct her, she had almost forgotten about her snapping away. Sensing Erica’s mood she began gently. No touching just kneel here, stand there, but always the boys were in shot by her side. Look at that cock, this cock, touch yourself were all instructions passed on by Katie to Erica. To her dismay Erica saw both cocks began to sag.

“That’s great so far, you would never guess they were not interested in you! But we have problem,” Katie said pointing to their softening manhoods.

“Could you…,” Katie's voice trailed off leaving so much unsaid and a huge void for Erica to fall into.

I will control you two raced through Erica’s mind. She reached down and grabbed a cock in each hand. They were warm and she could feel almost instantly a reaction in each.

“Wonderful honey. Now boys stand and Tiff, kneel in front of them as you do that,” explained Katie, as Erica swiftly complied.

She gently pumped their manhoods, which remained hard to her touch. They were weakening she thought, oblivious to the reality. As Katie moved around, Erica moved her head closer to each cock, teasing each by blowing on their legs, then their groins and finally their cocks which satisfyingly twitched. She was winning! Little did she realise the truth.

“That’s great Tiff now are you OK with something a little stronger, remember it’s only faked!” said Katie.

Erica was too far into this now, she nodded as she continued to tease.

“Let’s try a few faked blowjob pictures, stick out your tongue look as though you are licking them, maybe open your mouth like your about to suck them or if you’re really brave leave your mouth wide open and make it look like you have them in your mouth...you know … a tongue in your cheek by the way makes it look more convincing as it were..you know like your really going down on them,” Katie asked.

Erica had seen some of the videos and pictures that her husband liked. The ladies mouths were always distended by cocks, were they faked as well? She didn’t dwell on this but stuck out her tongue moving slowly over one cock then the other, before opening her mouth wide and guiding one, then the other to the edge of her mouth. She could see each breath caused tiny spasms in each cock, every time her head moved away she saw each cock begin to wilt gently. Each time her breath struck them a hardening and a quiver travelled through them.

“Awesome honey, these are so hot!” purred Katie.

More praise! Her ego soared, her heart felt elated. She had only met Katie briefly but already she liked her and wanted to please her more. She would also show the boys what they were missing, briefly!

Her mind made up she sat on the floor raising her knees and opening her legs to reveal a dripping hole as she grasped both their cocks. Squeezing hard, forcing blood to pool she drew back her hand, firmly stretching the foreskin back and elongating an engorged helmet. She pulled the cock firmly to the edge of her mouth, parting her lips in readiness for them. She blew gently on the tip of each penis, marvelling at how it twitched in her hand, before sticking her tongue out and gently licking it. Each stroke of her tongue caused a twitch which made Erica smile with satisfaction.

“Excellent Erica, keep going!” encouraged Katie.

Almost on queue she let her lips gently slide over the length as her tongue worked over time along the cock's length in her mouth. Her pleasure intensified as she heard a groan and felt his knees sag. He now knew what he was missing! Now she let his glistening cock out making sure she kept a tight hold of his hot member as she turned her attention to Carleton.

Again she gained control, her breath causing twitches and the touch of her lips causing him to groan but his knees held firm. Slightly disappointed she redoubled the efforts of her tongue and pursing her lips together as hard as she could let his cock slide nearly all the way out of her mouth before beginning to bob up and down on his meaty length. Another stroke in her mouth and a louder groan then to her pleasure a cry of desire and she felt his hand in her hair ramming her head hard along his length, forcing her to gag and choke before she drew her head back and clear. She looked up at him with pride and lust, he was hers now as well. Then she noticed, as Katie closed in, a length of saliva obscenely trailing from his cock to her lips.

“Right what next Katie?” she asked.

“I have an idea,” Katie replied, “Leroy sit on that chair please, and now Tiffany sit on his lap as if you were his lover.”

Lost in a dizzying merry go round of lust and power Eric wasted no time straddling his lap. She could feel his hard cock squashed under her loins and couldn't resist gently rocking backwards and forwards as it nestled in her warm wet folds. She was biting her lip, staring at Leroy, who’s eyes reflected that he knew she was teasing but wanted her. He reached his hands up to cup and knead her breasts as Katie snapped away.

“Wow that’s great honey, very convincing!” exalted Katie.

Katie could tell how carried away Erica was, by her flushed skin, dilated pupils, the obvious wetness and musk emanating from her. She would make Erica her new model. When the silly girl realised she was going to a video star and these pictures would form a new website it would be too late. Claude and Molly had chosen well! But now to focus on the rest of the shoot. She began again to direct Erica again. She knew both Leroy and Carleton were not gay, they were bisexual. A healthy coating of an anaesthetic cream had completed the charade. A wash and an application of another cream to reverse the effects had been applied when they disappeared off set. Leroy needed little prompting, he knew what was expected and quite frankly was looking forward to fucking this teasing slut.

First the couple posed in classic embraces, face to face. Katie made sure both were made to move their hands over the others backs and side stimulating senses. Then kisses, on the lips and then neck and ears, of course she told them to fake them but she could see both their tongues and knew it was all part of the game for Erica.

Erica couldn’t believe how passionate Leroy’s kisses were. As his lips found her neck and ears she shuddered in delight, her pussy a blaze of want and desire. She knew it was more than wet, it was dripping and what was more it was dripping on Leroy’s cock. As they kissed she rocked harder and harder, coating his cock with her juices. Then Katie asked her to squat over his cock which he held at the entrance to her swollen pussy. She knew it would be wet, she wanted just to drop on it but she was in control and she was teasing him. She gyrated over feeling the head tracing and pushing against her lips and clit, she knew how wet she was but didn’t care. It was all so intoxicating. After that she had turn around and face Katie as she squatted. This time his hands mauled her aching breasts and sought out to expose her erect clit. The occasionally rub against it was causing her legs to tremble. In order to stop herself being impaled Erica was on tiptoes. Her legs were not only wobbling through lust but also fatigue.

“You look a little wobbly girl! I have an idea, It will look hot but just needs a little trust,” encouraged Katie.

“OK! Sounds fun,” replied Erica lost in the moment.

She was proud of herself for teasing the boys making them hard and then most importantly stopping and denying them! She knew they could tell how hot and wet her pussy was but that was reserved for herself later and her husband.

Katie explained what was to happen. Erica was to play the submissive white girl being used. Carleton was to sit on a chair and with her back to him Leroy was to help lower her over Carleton’s cock. They would have an arm round each of her thighs holding them open for the camera. Carleton’s free hand was to aim his cock at her entrance (no more than maybe touching) and Leroy’s free hand was to expose her clit or play with her tits. It sounded extremely erotic and she stood less chance of actually being impaled if her legs buckled which they surely would. She felt their strong hands grip and lift her spreading her legs wider and raising her knees to expose her slit better to the camera. She knew she looked like a total slut, a bitch on heat but didn’t care. A hard cock was rubbing gently at her wet entrance. Two fingers were drawing back her hood as a middle finger began to press gently but firmly on her nub. She groaned in delight as more pressure was applied, her hips rocked as she felt her lips part.

“Now,” said Katie quietly.

Powerless she felt herself lowered on his cock, crying both in delight, shock and protest. She tried to struggle and lift herself but all that did was to pump herself up and down on his shaft to his delight.

“Quite the little slut aren’t you now girl!” chided Katie more harshly.

“Any more complaints and maybe they will drop you totally onto his cock," continued Katie harshly, “now reach round under yourself with one hand. Rub his cock. Now with the other play with Carleton's cock.”

Wide eyed Erica froze, this was not the plan, she had lost control. She was being fucked by a black cock on film and was powerless. Hands clearly and forcibly pushed her lower on his large swollen cock.

She cried out, “No!”

She knew she had lost, she was too far into this to back out, she was scared. Her hands reached round and began to pumped both cocks which twitched and flicked in response. Carleton’s hard cock was gently but firmly pumping her pussy which betrayed her inner needs. She wanted fucking she knew it, she needed to be filled and sated. She groaned in delight at each trust, each rise and fall, at every flick of her clit and tweak of her burning nipples.

Her head a blur again with passion, orgasm after orgasm rocked over her. She felt strong arms lift her, was it over? No she was moved over to the bed. She felt like a piece of meat, weak and defenceless, at the mercy of others but strangely excited. This was all new too. Leroy was lying on the bed and with his help Carleton lowered her onto him. She was facing the camera legs parted by a huge black cock which was pumping her sordid redden slit . Her upper body was drawn back forcing her to lie on top of him unable to hide her face which was an expression of delight, ecstasy and lust. She was a wanton whore. Carleton knelt by her face and began to thrust his equally large cock in and out her mouth causing her to gag. On each gag he drew out leaving a trailing line of saliva from his cock to her mouth which Katie captured on film before he plunged his cock back in, stretching her cheeks and throat.

Another powerful orgasm rippled through her as she felt Carleton’s cock begin to twitch in her mouth. To her surprise he withdrew. He knelt over her rubbing his cock vigorously.

“Tiffany open your mouth, leave it open. You will wank that cock of his hard until he cums, making sure all of it lands in your mouth and on your face. You will not swallow it, you will hold it on your tongue!” commanded Katie.

Katie’s voice had changed it was harsher, more assertive, with tones of, ‘or else’. Erica’s loins controlled her actions, she was tired and weakened by more orgasms in one episode than she normally got in months with her husband. Her hand moved on its own and soon a jet of hot cum splashed into her mouth and over her face. Katie closed in, carefully capturing Erica’s cum filled mouth and splattered face.

Leroy was also beginning to twitch in her pussy and he withdrew. He knelt by the other side of her face. His cock was glistening and dripping with her juices.

“Clean it with your tongue then the same again girl,” commanded Katie.

Erica was so lost in the events that her tongue flicked out tasting a mixture of Carleton’s cum and her own juices. Up and down Leroy’s shaft she bobbed her head savouring all the tastes. As his cock hit the back of her throat gagging her he held her head down before withdrawing. A sticky saliva trail hung from her dribbling mouth to his length. He held her head for the camera, posing her as a cum swallowing slut before continuing to pound her throat. Again and in little time, more twitching and he withdrew. She knew what was expected and began to pump his cock again, directing the twitching member to shoot it’s stream into her mouth. She had been amazed how much cum the men produced, her face was dripping. Katie made her sit up open mouthed holding a cock in each hand, cum dripping down her face. In her open mouth a pool of white was evident. More instructions followed resulting in Erica letting the cum from her mouth dribble out of her mouth over her chin before she was finally allowed to swallow what remained in her mouth. She hadn’t realised that she was actually craving the salty creamy jelly but she was and it tasted divine to her. As a final act she had to lick the men clean before wiping her face with a finger and licking the finger clean. Only when she finally looked up did she spot that Leroy had picked up one of the video cameras and had closed to get clear footage of her slut like behaviour.

“Yes girl, it’s all on photograph and video, ALL! Lets see what Claude makes of this and does with it! Now get your things show times over..” Katie said briskly.

Erica fumbled around for her tattered dress before walking back to the store. Molly smiled at the worn out face of Erica. It was all such a blur, so intense so much had happened and yes she had been naive and silly.

“Clara starts back tomorrow, you’ll be glad to hear. Your done here. Until the next time…” she quipped.

Erica was glad to get home finally and shower, Molly’s parting word haunted here but it was just a turn of phrase. Life returned to normal.

Epilogue
Several weeks later as she got back from shopping Erica checked the mail. Her hand froze, an envelope was addressed to Tiffany Driver. Her trembling hand withdrew a plain printed piece of paper. “Your work is ready for a final check before it goes out to the public, want to see ?"