From Reluctant Wife To Porn Star , Part One free porn video

A permanent state of randiness is how I would describe the three weeks or so leading up to my journey to England to meet Mike.

The video sex with Mike continued nearly every night, only now in full view of Gary. Mary couldn't get enough of me, and Ray was back on the scene. And of course, the more fun I was having, the hornier Gary got too.

Now that I had come clean with Gary about what had been going with Mike online, and I suppose because I had earned my trip over to the UK to meet him, Gary was very keen to witness what had been going on. So now I moved my pc to the lounge, where there was far more room. I didn't have to worry about waking hubby up, so I could play music.

Mike became more and more assertive and was beginning to remind me of my previous Master. I didn't have to call him "Master", but I was certainly getting more instructions than requests.

I'd done a striptease for him before, but now I was able to do it to music. My favourite track at the time was "I Gotta Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas. I am not the best dancer in the world by any means, and I believe I got my kit off far too quickly, meaning there was more "strip" and not enough tease.

But Mike found it entertaining, and so did Gary, watching me perform from the kitchen. In fact, having Gary watching in front of this stranger was making me even fruitier, especially as Gary was verbally encouraging me.

I was told which toy I should use on myself, what I should wear, when I had to take them off, and I obeyed his commands willingly. I never failed to bring myself off. I was in a constant state of arousal, and I loved it even more if Gary videoed it all, which he did two or three times.

Another of Mike's demands was that I should tell him what I had been up to. Because I have to do this for Gary too, I suppose the descriptions come easily to me.

I did have a regular Wednesday afternoon meeting with Mary to tell him about. I met her for a bit of retail therapy, and we would end up at her apartment for a different sort of therapy. The sex was getting better and better there too.

Ray, my young Turkish lover, came round a couple of times during this period too. His mum was still quite ill, but out of the hospital. It did affect his performance a little I think, so I probably exaggerated a little when describing our action to Mike.

And to add to all the excitement, Ben and I had a chat on Skype, and he was talking about coming over for a week again towards the end of September, and asked if that would be alright. Alright wasn't the word, bloody perfect, more like.

So, the big day came. Gary took me to the airport, gave me a kiss and hug goodbye, and asked me to ring him at least once a day. He told me he was a little concerned about my well being. And I have to admit I was quite nervous myself.

My flight was on time and unadventurous. I got my suitcase really quickly and headed for the exit. There was a guy stood there with my name on a board, but it wasn't Mike.

Apparently, Mike had sent him to pick me up because of business commitments. The guy was very polite and walked me to the car, a lovely large white BMW. He put my stuff in the boot and asked if I would like to sit in the front or back. I didn't want to feel like the Queen, so I sat in the front.

He told me his name was Ian and that the journey would take just over an hour. I must admit that I was a bit taken aback when Mike hadn't picked me up himself, but I was gradually feeling more at ease because Ian was very reassuring. He told me that he did quite a lot of work for Mike.

His driving was very good and safe, and we made pleasant conversation nearly all the way, so the journey went quickly. 

Mike's home was in a village in Cambridgeshire. It was a large detached place with a fairly long drive. Probably a 1950s house by the looks of it. Ian let me in, told me that Mike wouldn't be back for an hour or so, showed me to my bedroom, told me to make myself at home, and sped off in the BMW.

I was intrigued, a little puzzled, and sorely tempted to be really nosey while I was there on my own. But I resisted, unpacked all my stuff, made myself a cup of coffee, sat down in the front room and read a book. I also phoned Gary to tell him that I had arrived safe and sound.

It was nearly two hours later at about 9 pm that a car pulled into the driveway. I watched at the front window as Mike got out. I met him at the front door and gave him a big hug. I was really relieved to see him. He apologised for the way things had turned out and told me I looked lovely, so that was a good start.

He asked if I was hungry. I was starving! He said we could have a takeaway, and we ended up ordering pizza, which considering where we were, turned up very quickly.

Mike opened a bottle of red, and we chatted perfectly normally while we ate. He was a fair bit taller than I had noticed online, but apart from that, exactly how he had appeared. Apart from being fully dressed for a change, of course!

Dinner over, dishwasher loaded, and everything changed. Suddenly the assertiveness appeared, and I was like putty in his hands. He told me to go into the room next door, and put on the clothes that were laid out for me there, and then to come back and join him.

I am glad the house was warm because what I had to wear would certainly not have done much to keep me comfortable! It was a very sexy pink chemise and a pair of crotchless white panties. That was it.

Naturally, I did as I was told, and when I went back to the front room, Mike was naked. He told me to lie down on the rug, a large white round sheepskin one.

We had seen each other naked so many times online, yet this seemed electric, knowing that the cock I had seen shoot its load so many times was soon going to be inside me. Boy, did I want to feel it!

Thank goodness, Mike turned out to be a patient lover, so I felt his hands and tongue all over me before his cock came anywhere near me. He had told me online exactly what he wanted to do to me, and he was doing everything he promised. And it was all bloody lovely.

The chemise was just a little too large for me, so my tits fell out of it easily, and with the panties being crotchless there was no need for anything to come off.

We didn't move from the rug, but it was a large circular one, and we changed position on it over and over, first for loads of tongue action, and then for the real thing. I had already had a lovely cum before he entered me, but I had another almost straightaway when Mike finally pushed it in my waiting pussy.

It was every bit as good as I had anticipated. Mike was a practised and patient lover. I was shagged for the best part of an hour on that rug, and he was telling me great things all the time. How good a shag I was, how he had wanked over me so many times, and how many times he was going to make me cum while I was with him.

Eventually, he reached his orgasm. I felt his cock twitch inside me over and over as he shouted expletives. I quietened him by pushing my tongue in his mouth and played with his lovely tongue while he finished his cum. I was sitting on his cock, and we stayed that way, licking each other all around our faces, shoulders, and nipples while we got our breath back.

It had been a very satisfying fuck, and I told Mike I wanted plenty more of the same before I went home. "Don't worry," he replied, " I have plenty planned for you."

And he certainly did. The next day was Saturday. I was expecting Mike to be at home, but he went out very early, leaving me on my own until way after lunchtime. He had told me to make myself at home, so I made some breakfast, worked out how to switch on his TV, and had a nice relaxing morning.

We had our first prolonged chat with each other when he got back. I asked him about his work, but he didn't really give me an answer. His house was large and in a nice area, so I guessed he was pretty well off. There was a Mercedes and some sort of SUV outside which I presumed were both his.

Although he was not very forthcoming with information about himself, we got on well enough. I asked if there was anything planned for that evening, and he told me there was, but he wouldn't tell me what. I had to wait and see.

Mike ordered a Chinese takeaway, and very nice it was too. But just like the evening before, as soon as the meal was finished, he became assertive. I was told to go to my bedroom and wait for him there.

He came in and asked to look through my clothes. He told me he would choose what I was going to wear. Actually, he wasn't far off what I would have picked myself, a red blouse, black mini skirt, hold-ups, and a white bra. I would have chosen a matching pair of panties, but I was told I would not be wearing any.

Then I was told to get myself ready. We were going out in about forty minutes. I did, taking a lot of care with my hair and makeup, and I was actually looking forward to the evening. I had been out without panties on before, and it made me very randy.

It hadn't been all that long ago when my Master at the time, made me keep crossing and uncrossing my legs in a hotel bar and I remembered loving the attention that the whole thing brought. I was hoping for more of the same.

So, I felt pretty good as we got into Mike's SUV and set off into the night. None of the questions I asked about where we were going or what we were doing was answered. But I was up for anything.

"OK, we're here, now just do as you're told, Jill," Mike said authoritatively. I looked around. We were in a wood in the middle of nowhere, but there were lots of cars parked haphazardly everywhere. There must have been about thirty cars.

I realised quickly that this was dogging. I had read all about it, so I had a fair idea of what to expect. Mike told me to get in the back of his car. The back seats were all laid down, and there was a mattress in the back.

A guy with what looked like a ginger beard appeared from nowhere and got in the back with me. Not a word was spoken as he pulled his pants down and shoved his cock towards my mouth. I knew what I had to do.

His cock was very big, and I did my best to take as much as I could as I slowly wanked him.

Then the guy undid my blouse completely and pulled my bra down to expose my tits. He stopped fucking my mouth and pulled me by my legs towards the back of the car. That made my skirt ride up.

"Mmmm, lovely and shaved," he said, as he laid his big body on top of me and thrust his cock into my unclad pussy. Those words were the only ones I heard from him. His beard felt a little rough against my face, and as he pounded his cock in and out of me, he started to grunt. He pulled out and shot his load over my mini skirt.

Two more guys were brought for me to service before Mike came back from wherever he'd been and took me back to his place. One was an Asian guy who just wanted me to suck him right off, and the last guy did actually speak quite a lot about what a hot mouth I had before fucking me in three different positions.

It had been my first, and probably my last experience of dogging. I need a little more romance than there was there. I didn't get anywhere near a cum, and basically, the only benefit for me was to add another tick to the things I have done in my life.  I told Mike how I felt, and it was a very silent journey back to his place.

Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction, but when we got back I told him that I wanted to go home the next day, and I broke down in tears.

I had spoken to Gary and he was quite prepared to come and fetch me and take me home. Eventually, I decided that Mike and I had to talk. 

Mike apologised and told me that he had decided that he wanted to own me, just like the Master I used to have. I had told Mike all about that online. But he admitted that he just couldn't to do it. It was the first time he had tried anything like it, and he already knew it just wasn't in his personality.

I was pleased he was being honest with me and accepted when he asked if I wanted a drink. He opened another bottle of red. We talked long enough to get through the bottle between us. It was just normal chat, and I suppose it put me at ease a little.

I asked him if he had any more arrangements lined up during my stay, and he told me he had, but I didn't have to go along with them if I didn't want to, and they were nothing like the dogging.

Mike made no attempt to make any advances on me that night, and we went to our separate rooms. I phoned  Gary again to update and assure him and told him I would give Mike another chance because he had apologised and changed his attitude.

The next morning, Sunday, Mike really made an effort to be nice. After breakfast, we went out together to a really big shopping centre. I treated myself to some shoes, and Mike took me in an Ann Summers shop and bought some lingerie for me. Then we went for a pub lunch, a bit of a drive around the countryside, and eventually back to his home.

It had been like a "date day", and I'd really enjoyed his company. I felt comfortable with him again now, but I was tired, and I must have nodded off in his armchair. I woke up a little later to the feel of his hands cupping my breasts. I was still fully dressed in a blouse and slacks.

He kissed me gently and whispered that he wanted to take me to his room. I told him I needed a coffee, which he made for me, and he waited patiently while I came round, going out into his garden for a breath of fresh air and a cigarette.

Mike held my hand as we went upstairs together to his room. It was the first time I had seen the room. It was very large and tastefully furnished and decorated. What surprised me was that it was not the room I had seen so many times online before I arrived. I still hadn't seen that room.

But I didn't have time to contemplate that for long. Suddenly we were like a pair of love-struck teenagers hugging and kissing each other as we tried to get our kit off. Mike was telling me wonderful things about myself as his eyes and hands wandered all over my body.

He wanted what he called "afternoon delight", and so did I. His tongue was so good as it traveled from my mouth, licking my neck and shoulders, then teasing me a little around my cleavage before going for both my nipples in turn. He was very skillful.

He started to suck on my nipples as I felt his hand find my pussy, and I opened my legs willingly so that he could finger me properly. Just like the first night, he was a wonderful lover. His tongue left my very erect nipples and snaked its way down to my shaved pussy. He found my clit and I was in heaven. His tongue was so perfect on me.

I reached my first cum before he fucked me. His cock felt so hard inside me, and we changed positions so many times. It was all bloody brilliant. Fantastic, wild and exciting sex and he even brought me to a multi orgasm. The noise from our breathing, grunting, and squealing was incredible.

The expletives he came out with as he shot his load inside me turned me on some more, and I wouldn't let him pull out. Somehow or other, I made him hard again in a matter of minutes, and he was frantically driving his cock into my sloppy, cum filled hole. We were like a couple of animals now, mouthing stupid inane comments about each other between breaths.

He came again inside me, this time while I was sitting on him having my nipples sucked at the same time. It was easily the best sex session I had encountered with anyone, and I told him so.

We chatted for ages on his bed afterwards. I felt really comfortable with him now. I asked him about the things he had arranged for me while I was there. And he was totally honest with me.

The next day, Monday, was a free day. On Tuesday, three of his mates were coming round in the evening to watch me do a striptease while Mike filmed it all. On Thursday, in the daytime, two more guys were coming round for a threesome with me, again while Mike filmed it.

"You know now that you don't have to do any of these things," Mike said while running his fingers up and down the inside of my legs. "I'd be quite happy just to keep you to myself and fuck the living daylights out of you, but that's what's planned, and it's up to you if you want to go ahead."

My mind was in a whirl, and I let him play with my naked body while I tried to consider what he had told me. I loved his touch and my body was tingling all over. Mike brought me to yet another cum with his tongue on my clit before we fell off asleep together.

After some sudsy fun in the shower, I got dressed and made us both a snack in his kitchen. We were chatting freely and easily now and I found out a lot more about him. Mike described himself as an entrepreneur, did a lot of buying and selling, and had to travel all around the country sometimes.

Photography was just a hobby, and he admitted that he loved taking candid photos of glamorous people. "Are the photos one of the things that you sell then Mike?" I enquired.

"Oh no," he assured me, "they are just for my private collection."

I was still weighing up options for the rest of the week. We were making our way through a bottle of Baileys, and I was feeling happy and contented. Mike moved really close to me on the settee and started nibbling my ear. "So, do you like my plans?" he whispered.

Now, I took a leaf out of my hubby's book, and I gave him a challenge. "Yes I do like them, and I will go ahead with both if you can make me cum again tonight," I said with a grin.

"That'll be my pleasure," Mike replied pulling my jumper over my head as he spoke. I couldn't believe how ready I was for another fuck from this guy so quickly, but I certainly was. We stripped each other while standing next to the settee, and then he laid me down on the carpet, and I felt that wonderful tongue of his traveling all over me. My neck, shoulders, nipples, navel, and pussy lips were all treated to licks and little nibbles.

And then as his fingers entered me, he started telling me how much his mates were going to enjoy watching me strip. The thought of it turned me on, and I was getting some fantastic feelings coursing through my body. Now, I felt Mike's cock teasing my pussy, and he started talking about the threesome I was going to have.

He thrust his cock home inside me, and I came almost immediately, my mind full of what I was now anticipating. Mike made me cum three more times. "Just to make sure I met my challenge okay,"  he said with a broad grin after the last one.

So, I had committed myself, and the way I was feeling, I was really looking forward to it all. I slept in Mike's bed that night, but it was just kissing and cuddling. He was up bright and early and getting ready for work while I gradually came round.

Mike told me to make myself at home and said he would try to be back around lunchtime. I had a lovely lie-in and pampered myself for a while, showered, did my hair and makeup, and put on my new Ann Summers purchases. The bra and pantie set was dark purple. They fit perfectly and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I loved the look. They left very little to the imagination, my nipples and pussy clearly visible through the lace. I put on the matching negligee, which had a tie-up belt, went downstairs and into the garden to have a smoke.

While I was there, I heard a car pull up and the front door open. Mike had come home earlier than expected. I stubbed out my cigarette and ran through to meet him as if we had been away from each other for years.

I ended up back in his bed only about two hours after I had got out of it. We had wonderful sex again and again. We couldn't get enough of each other.

I woke up and looked at my watch. It was past six o'clock in the evening. I was on my own, my underwear lying untidily on the floor, and a smell of cooking drifting up the stairs.

This was a new side of Mike. He was cooking us tea. It was nothing too adventurous, just sausage, mash, and baked beans, but we were both starving, and it went down very well.

We were like an old married couple that evening, watching TV together, chatting about trivial stuff, and dressed casually, both of us in jeans and t-shirts.

Mike asked me if I was still OK about the next night and the striptease. I told him I was looking forward to it. "If you want," Mike looked me in the eyes and said, "I can arrange for a beautician and aromatherapist to come round tomorrow sometime. She's very good."

Well, of course, I wanted to look my best if I was going to be ogled by three strange men, so I told him that I would love that.

After another passionate night in his room, Mike again woke early and went off to work. He had to go on a fairly long journey and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. "Oh, by the way," he called up the stairs as he went out the front door, "Yvonne, the beautician, should be here around two this afternoon. Enjoy!."

I showered and took my time getting dressed. Just underwear and a silk dressing gown. There was no point in putting much on if I was going to smothered in oils and stuff later.

I had just finished my lunch and coffee when Yvonne turned up. I watched her get out of her car, get some stuff out of her boot, and walk towards the front door. I let her in, we introduced ourselves to each other and I made her a cup of tea.

Yvonne was a little taller than me, with shoulder-length black hair, and she was dressed professionally in a white overall. I would say she was probably in her early forties, and she had a slim figure.

"OK Jill, we had better get started if you don't mind," said Yvonne, standing up and picking up her bags. I stood up too and started to make my way to the stairs. "No, not that way, Jill," she said, "Mike has a special room for this."

She led me through a door that led into the garage, and then through another door into a very large room. I recognised it straight away as the room where Mike was for our online sessions. At one end there was a circular bed, and there was also a long sofa and several comfortable looking armchairs.

There were professional looking lights all over the place, loads of mirrors, and a camera on a tripod. To our left, as we entered the room was a sort of alcove with a treatment couch, some more chairs, a mirror, a hand basin, and a dressing table. And, as I was to find out later, there was a door to a bathroom with a shower and a loo.

Yvonne placed some large towels on the treatment table but told me she would start with a manicure and pedicure. I liked the colour she chose for me, and she did a very professional job on my nails.

Next came a facial. It was very relaxing, and I felt good when she had finished and washed it all off. Now it was time for a massage.

Yvonne explained all about the different properties of the oils and asked which one I would like. I told her to choose whichever she thought was best for me.

"OK," she said, "but I will have to look at your skin first. Could you remove your wrap and lie down on the table please?" So I lay down in just my bra and panties while Yvonne examined me, first on my back, and then onto my front.

She told me which one she had chosen, and I nodded in approval. "I need you to remove your underwear and lie on your tummy," she said. Yvonne had a very posh accent, and she told me she admired my tan and especially the fact that it was an all-over tan.

I told her where I lived, and also that we had a pool at our villa which was not overlooked so that I could get away with sunbathing naked with no problem. "Sounds ideal, you are a lucky lady," said Yvonne.

I was thinking, 'You don't know just how lucky.' But I kept my thoughts to myself.

She was an excellent masseur. She started at my neck and shoulders, and then the small of my back. It was very relaxing, and the smell of the oils was lovely. Yvonne moved around the couch and spent ages on me.

She reached my buttocks. It was all very pleasant. My cheeks were being pulled apart slightly, and her hands were getting pretty close to both of my holes.

Yvonne spent ages massaging that area, and I parted my legs just a little. She touched my pussy lips and I gasped. "Sorry," she said.

"No problem," I replied.

Then she started on the backs of my legs. Ankles, calves, back of the knee, gradually further and further up my legs. When she reached the top, I felt her finger on my pussy again, but it didn't linger there long.

I was asked to roll over onto my back next. I did, and Yvonne's hands were great on my shoulders. I couldn't wait for her to reach my boobs. She did but never said a word as she expertly massaged the oils into me. I gasped again as she touched my nipples, but she didn't apologise this time.

She reached my navel, but then went straight to my feet, and slowly worked her way up to the tops of my thighs. Then it was back to my belly button, and she moved slowly down my tummy, getting closer to my shaved pussy.

As she reached it, she made a comment about how smooth I was, and I felt her fingers there again. It was no accident this time, and I opened my legs again. She didn't stop, and I pulled her towards me. We had a lovely kiss, and I started to unbutton her overall.

I got them all undone, and now I could see she had a wonderful figure. I wanted to strip her completely, but she stopped, stood up and said: "I'm sorry, but I can't do this, it's unethical." She did her overall back up, so I never got to see just how good her figure was.

This time I apologised to her as I got up and pulled my dressing gown back on. "No, it was my fault," she said, still looking flustered, "but you have to understand that I shouldn't do things like that while I am working and being paid."

It was a lovely massage, and I felt really relaxed. But, of course, a little disappointed. I found a note pad, wrote my email address down, handed it to her and told her that if ever she fancied a holiday in Turkey, she was welcome to stay with us. Well, you never know your luck!

As I let her out the front door, she kissed me on the cheek and said, "I may take you up on that. I'll be in touch,"

So, an eventful afternoon, and now, feeling like the bee's knees, I could look forward to the evening.

Mike was home quite early, and he brought some fish and chips in with him. An early meal I suppose to leave maximum time for the evening. 

I thanked him for the services Yvonne had provided and talked about the room she had shown me. Mike confirmed that I would be performing in there later. My audience of three was due to arrive in about 90 minutes, and Mike explained that he would be playing a little game with them before my show.

There would be a first, second and third prize. Apparently, whoever came third would be allowed to remove my bra, the one in second place could take my panties off, and the winner would receive whatever I considered appropriate from me. Mike asked if I was okay with that.

Again, okay wasn't the word. I was really up for it. The combination of Yvonne's massage and the anticipation of me baring my all to three strangers in front of my wonderful new lover had done the trick.

I told Mike that I was beginning to get a bit of stage fright, but he told me not to worry, and that he was certain that I would be a big hit with his pals.

He asked if I had chosen my outfit. I had, and I took him up to my room to show him. I had been bought so much really sexy stuff lately, so I had no problem deciding. The bra and pantie set was black and skimpy. The bra unclipped at the front, and the panties untied at the side.

I chose a lacy black suspender belt with barely black stockings with red trim at the top. I found a sexy little black lacy petticoat, tutu style, see-through and very, very mini. Finally, my dress was a shiny black mini, strapless, and with a zip that undid right down the back. It wasn't a tight dress and it would enable me to dance around quite freely.

Mike told me he loved it. He also told me that I would be waiting in the bathroom next to what he called his "photo den", and I was to wait in there until I heard the music start, and then make my entrance. Then  I should really tease them and take my time. There would be fifteen minutes of music.

I went to my room to get myself ready, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was pleased with the result. The dress was just the right length to show off the top of my stockings. I put a coat on over the lot and ventured out into the garden to have a cigarette. It wasn't cold, but I just didn't want to be seen outside in my gear.

The time was approaching. I was excited and very nervous. I sat on a chair in the bathroom adjoining the big room where I would be performing. Mike, bless him, had left a vodka and coke in the room for me. I could hear people arriving through the front door and lots of talking and laughter. That seemed to go for ages, but eventually, I heard them all come into the room and take their seats.

My heart pounded as the music started and I knew it was time to make my entrance. "Pretty Woman" was the first track. The lighting system was very professional and changed to the beat of the music. Mike was at the far end of the room with his camera and smiled at me encouragingly.

I looked at my audience as I started dancing to the music. I recognised one of the guys. It was Ian, the driver who had picked me up from the airport. He was sat at one end of the settee, and at the other end was a distinguished-looking man with prematurely grey hair.

Sat all on his own on a large armchair was the third guy. He was completely bald with a shaven head and looked the strong muscly type. They were all around the same age, probably early to mid-forties.

There were catcalls, wolf whistles, and applause as I started my routine. That made me feel good, and I got into my rhythm quickly. I looked and smiled at each of my audience in turn. It seemed to be going down well and Mike was moving around a fair bit with the camera and telling me that I was doing great.

I did as I was told and kept them all waiting. The third track was playing before I did any stripping. To "The Girl from Ipanema", I stopped in front of the guy in the armchair and asked him to unzip my dress. I stepped out of it, threw it onto the back of his chair, and he sat down again.

God, I felt so wonderful now and I was really warming to it. I lay down on the large circular bed in the room and provocatively ran my hands up and down both my stockinged legs. Mike came in really close with the camera and told me that Ian was the one who would be taking my bra off. "But take your time Jill, you look so bloody sexy as you are now," he whispered in my ear.

I got up from the bed and got back into the groove dancing, trying to prove that I was still pretty fit by stooping down onto my haunches and rising slowly. I did that in front of all three of them, and also bent down in front of each of them in turn, giving them a good view of my cleavage as I shook my boobs in front of them.

The reaction I was getting was wonderful. Smiles, sexy remarks, more wolf whistles. All eyes on me.The camera on me. It was a feeling like I have never had before. I just loved performing and all my nerves had gone now,

As the next track started, I made my way over to the settee, sat down between the two guys, and turned towards Ian. I asked him to undo my front fastening bra. He did, and I removed it slowly.

My bare tits were just inches from him, and he made a grab for them. I remembered what Mike had said about teasing, so I backed away. His hand just touched one of my nipples and I realised that they were proud and erect. I turned on the settee towards the other guy. and he tried as well, so I got up and started dancing again.

I was loving the fact that they were all watching me intently, and the fact that Mike was moving in and out with the camera. The bed was strategically placed so that they could all get a good view, so I returned to it, lay down, and started playing with my boobs, looking at each of them in turn as I did.

Another track started, and Mike told me it was time for my knickers to come off. So I danced slowly over to the settee again and stood in front of the grey-haired guy. I pointed to the tie-ups and gestured for him to undo them. I stood facing him as he undid the knots. He pulled them down, and my shaven pussy was only inches from his face.

I moved away quickly, then turned around in front of the two of them and bent down to touch my toes. I still had stockings suspender and the see-through mini tutu on, but the vocal reaction I got from that bit of action was amazing and it made me feel so good.

The last track was "Move Closer". It was slow and sensual and I felt in control as I went back to the bed and slowly removed both stockings and my suspender belt. So now I had just the tutu which actually hid nothing. I writhed about on the bed, playing with my boobs and pussy as I did so, but all so slowly, and I remembered to look at each of the men eye-to-eye with a smile as I played with myself.

God, it felt so good. I loved all the things that were being shouted about me. The music finished with me still on the bed, one hand on my tits, and the other gently rubbing my pussy lips. I was so randy.

Mike told me that the shaven-headed guy in the armchair had won his game, and it was time for him to claim his prize. "But," he whispered, "no penetration, that is for me later."

I beckoned him over to the bed. I felt his tongue on my nipples, which were nearly bursting by this time, and his hand wandered down to join mine on my pussy lips. He didn't try to finger me, so obviously Mike had explained the rules to them all.

His hand played with the inside of my thighs which I opened wider for him. Then I lifted my bum off the bed so that he could free me from the tutu. Now I was completely naked and enjoying all the little touches he was allowed.

I sat up and looked at Mike enquiringly as I looked towards the bald guy's fly. Mike nodded with a smile. I got his belt undone, trousers and pants down, and his cock bounced free. He was a big guy in every way, and I licked his knob and ran my hand up and down his shaft as he stood in front of me playing with my nipples.

Hubby Gary has told me many times that I am very skillful at blow jobs, so I suppose I was in my element. I sucked on both his balls in turn, then took as much as I could in my mouth, sucking and licking as I did so.

The fact that I was being filmed turned me on more, and I kept staring at his eyes as he told me how "fucking awesome" I was. I wanted to make him cum, but as he got close, the other two guys came over with their cocks out wanting the same.

Well, that was a first for me! Three rampant cocks all wanting a piece of action from my hot little mouth. I did the best I could, going from one to the other, and even managed to get two knobs in at the same time at one point.

Mike must have said something to the two guys, and they left me with the shaven-headed guy again. It was pretty obvious that Mike wanted me to finish him off on camera. I got him to lay down on the bed while I did so. He was groaning and panting, and it didn't take long for him to reach his orgasm.

I took it all in my mouth, and Mike came in for a close up of his cum on my tongue and dripping down my chin. I didn't swallow but walked quickly past everyone to the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

While I was in there, I heard them all leave the room, and by the time I came out, everything was turned off. I went up to my room, showered, did my make up again, and got dressed for Mike. A black peephole bra, matching crotchless knickers, a pair of hold-ups, and a black negligee. I wanted some attention from him.

To my surprise, when I walked into the lounge, they were all still there, chatting and drinking beer. They actually applauded me as I came in. I joined in the conversation and discovered that the grey-haired guy was Terry, and the shaven-headed guy 's name was Dan.

Mike got me a vodka and coke, and as he went to pour it, Ian leaned over and said: "If I'm taking you to the airport on Friday, tell Mike the flight is an hour earlier than it actually is." He winked as he said it.

We had loads of laughs together talking about this and that. My performance was never mentioned though, which I was actually quite miffed about.

After the guys had finished another beer, they all left together. I gave them all a kiss and a cuddle as they made their way out.

At last, I was on my own with Mike, dressed sexily and wanting him madly. I wasn't disappointed. He was really hard and he took me impatiently on his lounge carpet without removing any of my sexy gear.

He lost control of what he was saying, but it was all expletives about my strip and how professional I had been. He didn't last long that first time, and we went upstairs to his bedroom, where I spent the whole of the rest of the night. I lost count of how many times we made out and how many positions we tried, but I had several lovely cums before falling asleep.

In the morning, Mike was all over me again. He told me he didn't have to work, and we would have all day together. And we did. He fucked me in his kitchen, on that lovely circular bed in his photo den, in my bedroom, and on the stairs. We couldn't leave each other alone.

We only stopped for drinks and a bite to eat, but we did fall asleep together for what was about three hours in my room. We spent a long time in bed together talking about the next day, Mike asked if I was still up for it all.

I told him I was but inquired why the three guys were not allowed to go further when tomorrow, Mike wanted to film me being fucked by two guys. 

"Terry, Dan, and Ian are friends and workmates," he answered, "but the two guys coming tomorrow are professional porn stars, and I don't know them from Adam."

I suppose I understood that reaction, but I was both amazed and excited at the thought of two "professionals" seeing to me.

Mike didn't go to work the next day either. It was my last full day with him, and I was going to entertain two complete strangers in front of the camera.