Chapter 3: Rising Action
"Do you think she has seen it? And do you think they even printed it yet? And if she has seen it, do you think she recognised me?" Mia asked Chris as they were walking to the bar, meeting with Sandra. Their other friends had other plans, so it was such the three of them. Sandra was already there, sitting at the same booth they had occupied last time. She looked up as they approached, her eyes widening slightly as she took in their appearance. Chris was dressed in dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his lean muscles, while Mia wore a short, red dress that clung to her curves and showed off her long, toned legs. Her red hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her green eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.
"Hey, guys," Sandra greeted them, her voice slightly higher than usual. "You both look...
different tonight," she added, her eyes lingering on Mia's cleavage. Chris smirked, sliding into the booth beside her. The started chatting small talk, about friends and work. Then Chris casually led the topic to Sandras job in printing . "So, Sandra, have you seen any interesting prints lately?" Chris asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Sandra blushed slightly, taking a sip of her drink. "Well, actually, yes. There was this one album that caught my eye. The photos were... quite interesting." She glanced at Mia, her eyes flicking over her body. "The girl in the photos was gorgeous, with small but beautiful breasts. There weren't any full body shots or pictures of her face, but the styling was amazing, the lighting on point and her body made me ... a bit wet to be honest."
Mia felt a thrill run through her, her pussy clenching at the thought of Sandra seeing her naked, vulnerable.
"That really sounds like something" Mia said. "Nice tits is amazing, but personally I am a butt person, did you see more of her?"
Mia asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of something else. Sandra looked at her, her eyes widening slightly, taken aback by Mia's directness. Chris watched the exchange, his cock stirring in his pants, intrigued by where this conversation was headed.
"Well, yes, there were a few shots of her ass," Sandra admitted, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "It was... quite impressive."
Mia leaned in, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Impressive how?"
Sandra hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide to play along.
"It was round, firm, and had these cute little dimples right above her ass cheeks. And her pussy... fuck, it was perfect. Plump lips, completely shaved, and this tiny silver barbell piercing her clit."
Mia's breath hitched, her imagination running wild. She could feel her panties growing damp, her clit throbbing against the fabric. She glanced at Chris, whose eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched as he listened to Sandra's description.
"And you liked what you saw, didn't you, Sandra?" Mia asked, her voice low and husky.
She could see the effect her words were having on Sandra, the way her breath hitched, her pupils dilated. It was exhilarating, this dance of words, this game of cat and mouse. She felt Chris's hand on her thigh, his thumb tracing circles on her skin, a silent encouragement.
Sandra nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I did. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch her, to taste her."
Mia felt a surge of jealousy, unexpected and intense. She wanted to be the one Sandra was thinking about, the one she was craving.
She wanted to be the one who made Sandra's pussy ache, her nipples harden. She wanted to be the one who fucked Sandra senseless.
"And what did you like the most about those photos?" Mia asked. "to be honest" Sandra said, moaning softly "it was the piercing. It was so beautiful, but somehow felt a bit familiar". While saying that she looked at Mia, teasing her with her words. "and it was such an eye catcher, even next to those huge pussy lips". Mia felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at Sandra's words. She couldn't believe how turned on she was getting, listening to another woman describe her own body, her own pussy, with such hunger and desire. She could feel her panties growing soaked, her clit throbbing insistently. She needed relief, and she needed it now.
She looked at Chris, his eyes dark with lust, his jaw clenched. She knew he was just as turned on as she was, maybe even more. She reached out, placing her hand on his thigh, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans.
"But I am sorry to leave so early, but I have a few other plans too" Sandra said and left. Mia and Chris looked at each other, the tension between them palpable. They both knew what they wanted, what they needed.
"Let's go home," Chris growled, his voice laced with desire. Mia nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. They rushed out of the bar, leaving behind the noise and the crowd, eager to find solace in each other's arms.
The apartment was dark and quiet when they entered, the only sound their ragged breaths echoing in the silence. "Same procedure, you clean up, I prepare everything" Chris said, his voice low and commanding. Mia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she hurried to the bathroom. She could hear Chris moving around in the living room, setting up their toys, their lubricants, their restraints. She stripped off her dress, her panties, and washed her face, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation.
When she emerged from the bathroom, the scene that greeted her was nothing short of breathtaking. The room was bathed in soft, warm light, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. The lighting setup suggested, that this time they would go the other way, low key, meaning the background was black, while Mias body was greatly lit and every detail exposed. Chris took the bondage set lying on the coffee table and said: "well, let's get started!" Mia's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved it when Chris took control, when he dominated her, pushed her boundaries. She walked over to him, her head held high, her tits bouncing slightly with each step. Chris grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her towards him. He spun her around, pushing her against the wall, her cheek pressed against the cold surface. He held her wrists together behind her back, securing them with the soft, black velvet cuffs. Mia could feel the material biting into her skin, the pressure sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.
She could feel herself growing wetter, her clit throbbing with anticipation. Chris ran his hands down her arms, his fingers trailing over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed her hips, pulling her away from the wall, turning her to face him.
Then he pushed her onto the couch. He had planed the album in his head. It would start with a few softer images. Close ups of her tits, her stomach, her ass. Then, a few pages in, there would be the first picture showing Mias face. Then full body shots with her face included. And then it would bet really spicy and really explicit. Really, really explicit. Probably even hardcore pornographical. But Chris wanted to push Mia's boundaries, wanted to see her completely vulnerable, completely exposed. He wanted to capture her raw, primal, animalistic side. He wanted to make her scream, make her beg, make her come harder than she ever had before.
He started with her tits, positioning her on her knees on the couch, her back arched, her ass in the air. He took close-ups of her nipples, hard and erect, begging to be touched. He zoomed in on the delicate skin, the tiny hairs, the way they puckered and tightened under the camera's gaze.
Mia squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy aching with need. She could feel the cool air on her wet folds, could feel the heat building inside her, threatening to consume her.
"Fuck, Chris, please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, touch me."
Chris ignored her plea, moving on to her stomach. He captured the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, the smooth expanse of her skin. He could see the goosebumps rising, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed with each breath she took.
He could smell her arousal, the sweet, musky scent filling the room, making his cock throb painfully against his jeans. He wanted to bury himself inside her, to feel her tight pussy gripping him, milking him. But he also wanted to draw this out, to make her wait, to make her beg.
Next, he moved to her ass, positioning her on her hands and knees, her back arched, her head hanging down. He took shot after shot, capturing the curve of her ass, the way it jiggled slightly with each movement, the tiny dimples above her cheeks.
He zoomed in on her pussy, the plump lips glistening with her arousal, the tiny silver barbell winking at him. He could see her clit, swollen and engorged, peeking out from its hood, begging to be touched.
"Christ, Mia, you're fucking dripping," Chris growled, his voice thick with desire. "I can see your juices coating your thighs, your pussy lips swollen and ready."
Mia moaned, her head still hanging down, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "Please, Chris," she begged, her voice ragged.
"You can stop begging, my cock won't fuck you tonight. But many items in this room will! And now shut up, and spread those lips for me!" he said commanding. Mia, without hesitation, reached down and spread her pussy lips open, exposing her glistening pink insides to the camera. Chris snapped shot after shot, capturing her most intimate parts, her most vulnerable self. He zoomed in on her clit, the tiny silver barbell piercing it, the way it throbbed and pulsed with her heartbeat. He could see her entrance, slick and inviting, begging to be filled.
After what felt like an eternity of being teased and denied, Mia couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, Chris, please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desperation.
He went to the coffee table, then up to Mia. She felt, as one of his fingers entered her wet cunt. But he quickly withdrew it and she could feel it going upwards, to her other hole. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing, Chris?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Relax, baby," he replied, his voice low and soothing. "I'm just going to explore every inch of you tonight. And that includes this tight little asshole." With that, he pressed his finger against her pucker, feeling it resist at first, then slowly give way as he pushed inside. Mia moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. It felt strange, foreign, but also incredibly intense.
She could feel Chris's finger moving inside her, exploring her, stretching her. She pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. He obliged, adding another finger, scissoring them inside her, preparing her for what was to come.
"Fuck, Chris, that feels so good," she moaned, her voice ragged. "I want more. I want your cock."
"As I said already, you won't get that tonight." he said and withdrew his fingers, leaving Mia feeling empty and desperate.
Suddenly she felt something else at her asshole. Something cold, probably metal. Then there was resistance.
Chris went back to his camera, took a few photos and came up to Mias face, holding the camera right in front of her face. The picture showed a closeup of her ass, with a buttplug in it. Mia's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, seeing herself like that. Chris chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, no one else will see this. Yet."
He put the camera aside and picked up a small, black vibrator from the coffee table. "Now, let's see how you handle this." He turned it on, the buzzing sound filling the room. Mia braced herself, her heart pounding in her chest. Chris pressed the vibrator against her clit, the sensation overwhelming. She bucked against him, her body demanding more.
Chris chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He moved the vibrator lower, pressing it against her entrance. He took it back to the coffee table and looked at the three other items lying there, waiting to be used. A cucumber, a corncob and a speculum. Chris picked up the cucumber, its green skin glistening with lube. He pressed it against Mia's pussy, feeling her tense beneath him. "Relax, baby," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "This is going to feel amazing."
Mia took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles. She felt the tip of the cucumber push against her entrance, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before. She moaned, her fingers clutching at the couch cushions.
Chris pushed the cucumber deeper, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. He could feel her pussy gripping it tightly, her muscles trying to push it out. But he held it firmly in place, twisting it slightly, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Chris, it's so big," she panted, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Relax, baby," he said, his voice calm and steady. "You can take it. You're made for this."
He began to move the cucumber in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, harder.
Mia moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy gripping the vegetable tightly. Chris could feel her juices coating it, making it slippery and slick.
"Oh god, Chris, it feels so fucking good," she panted, her voice ragged with desire.
He grunted in response, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He wanted to replace the cucumber with his dick, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around him, but he held back, determined to make her come undone first.
He reached around with his free hand, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Mia's moans grew louder, her body bucking against him as he fucked her with the cucumber and rubbed her clit simultaneously.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna come," she panted, her voice ragged with pleasure.
"Not yet, baby," he growled, slowing down his movements. "Not until I say so."
Mia whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with unspent desire. Chris chuckled, enjoying the power he had over her.
He pulled the cucumber out of her pussy, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. He picked up the corncob next, its yellow skin shiny with lube. Mia's eyes widened as she saw it, her breath hitching in her throat.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Exactly what it looks like, baby," Chris replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I'm going to fuck you with it."
Before Mia could respond, he pressed the corncob against her pussy, pushing it inside her.
She gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to the new sensation. The ridges of the corn provided a different kind of friction, stimulating her in ways she hadn't expected.
"Fuck, Chris, it's so... weird," she panted, her nails digging into the couch cushions.
Chris chuckled, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "Weird good or weird bad?"
Mia moaned, her head falling back. "Good. So fucking good."
He increased his pace, the slurping sound of the corncob moving in and out of her pussy filling the room.
Mia's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. Chris could see her juices coating the vegetable, making it glisten in the soft light.
"Fuck, Chris, I can't hold back much longer," she panted, her voice ragged with desire.
"Well, there is one more item we have to try before you are allowed to cum. Sit up, spread your legs as far as you can. And spread your pussy lips too, so that I can see that nice butterfly. Put your hands on each knee, and keep looking straight into the camera" he ordered her. Mia obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the cool air on her exposed pussy, her clit throbbing with anticipation. Chris picked up the speculum from the coffee table, the metal glinting menacingly in the soft light. Mia's eyes widened as she saw it, her breath catching in her throat.
"What the fuck is that, Chris?" she asked, her voice laced with fear and excitement.
"It's called a speculum, baby," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"And it's going to help me see every inch of that pretty little pussy of yours."
Mia swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had heard of speculums, had seen them at her doctors, but had never imagined using one herself. But as she looked into Chris's eyes, she saw the hunger, the desire, and she knew she wanted to please him, to give him this.
Chris knelt down in front of her, his hands gentle as he spread her legs further apart.
Mia could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for what was to come. Chris looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans.
Mia took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She trusted Chris, knew that he would never hurt her, never push her too far. She felt the cold metal of the speculum press against her pussy lips, and she tensed slightly.
Chris looked up at her, his eyes softening. "Relax, baby," he murmured. "Just breathe and let me in." She felt Chris's fingers spreading her pussy lips, opening her up. Then, she felt the speculum begin to widen, stretching her entrance. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt herself being opened wider than she ever had been before.
"Fuck, Chris, it's so big," she panted, her nails digging into her knees.
"Almost there, baby," he replied, his voice strained with effort.
"Just a little more." Mia gritted her teeth, her body tensing as the speculum stretched her wider and wider. She could feel her pussy lips burning, her entrance throbbing as it was forced open. Finally, Chris stopped, and she could feel the cool metal pressing against her deepest parts.
"Fuck, Chris, it's so intense," she panted, her eyes watering slightly. "I've never felt anything like this."
Chris looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful like this, Mia.
Spread open, vulnerable, completely at my mercy," Chris growled, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her exposed clit. Mia gasped, her body jerking at the sudden contact. Chris chuckled, his tongue continuing to explore her, lapping at her juices, teasing her entrance.
"I can literally see inside you, your ultra wet side walls of your cunt and even your cervix! he said. He took some more photos and again showed one to Mia. "Yeah, he was right. There was that huge pink opening gaping open. Above it the wet triangle formed by her pussy lips which were spread to the maximum. Above it the pierced pussy. And then there was Mias face. Looking straight into the camera , her eyes wide with a mix of fear, excitement, and pure lust. Her mouth was open, her tongue slightly sticking out, as if she was trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair disheveled, and her chest heaving with each ragged breath she took. Chris couldn't help but groan at the sight of her, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
"Fuck, Mia, you look so fucking gorgeous like this," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "But before you ask, no you can't cum tonight, we will create and send the album right now!"