THE PHOTOSHOOT

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Pauline asks for the second time.

"Of course it is," I smile in reply, "I'd recognise that motorbike anywhere."

We walk up the drive, past the impressive machine, both wondering what we've let ourselves into - we're meeting an internet contact for an evening of photography, and apart from e-mails and a brief phonecall to settle everything we've never had any contact. Our heels click on the ground in unison as we stride to the front door and ring the door bell.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Pauline asks - I think it's the third time she's asked that particular question.

I'm about to reply, but am interrupted by the door being opened. We are greeted by my contact and our photographer for the evening, Peter. We look him up and down as he looks us up and down, his eyes lingering on the bag slung over my shoulder. He's dressed in casual clothes, while we're both dressed smart - it was a long drive, and we have both come straight from work.

"Hi," he says, his sexy grin making me feel somewhat horny.

"Hi yourself," Pauline smiles, "are you going to let us in or are we going to stay out here forever?"

"Oh, of course, sorry, do come in," he says, stepping out of the way so we can pass, "May I take your coats? Would you like a drink? Do, please, have a seat."

I plant myself on the sofa beside a little kitten, and busy myself getting acquainted with my new furry friend while Pauline talks and flirts with our host. A few minutes later, she hands me a glass of wine and I sip at it as she sits next to me with her own glass. Peter sits opposite us on a comfy armchair, and fiddles with his camera - I can see that he likes his photography since it is a proper, professional mechanical contraption.

I feel a hand on my thigh. I look to my side, into Pauline's eyes, and lose myself as her fingers push underneath my skirt, past the tops of my stockings to brush against my flimsy g-string. I put my empty glass to one side as I gently stroke her hair away from her face and kiss her on the lips. There is a flash and a click from the armchair but I ignore that, and the subsequent ones, as I continue to enjoy Pauline. I move my hand down to her blouse and begin to unbutton it, a soft moan escaping my lips as her fingernails softly scrape against the sensitive areas between my legs... as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, I slide a hand inside her blouse and cup one of her gorgeous breasts, squeezing her hardening nipple through her bra between my thumb and forefinger. And it's her turn to moan. She leans back, laying down on the sofa, and I move on top of her, squeezing her breast and letting my knee push up slowly between her legs as her fingers continue to rub between mine. We are both getting very wet, very horny, very aroused, very quickly.

I back off a little, smiling into her eyes, as I continue to unbutton her blouse. At the same time, she helps me out of my skirt. Moments later, she is laying on top of me, and we are both in our underwear - hers is white, mine is black, and both sets consist of a lacy bra, g-string, stockings, suspenders and heels... the clicking and flashing continues from different angles as we continue to play with each other, lost in our own little world of pleasure.

"I have a bed upstairs, you know..." Peter says, his voice bringing us back to reality.

"Are you hinting at something?" Pauline asks, looking up to smile at the camera while she continues to rub her fingers gently between my legs.

I reach up and undo her bra, freeing her breasts from their confinement, and encouraging a rapid succession of camera flashes. She grins at me and removes my bra, and my breasts are greeted in the same way. She takes my hand and leads the way upstairs - Peter follows behind, carrying my bag for me while taking photographs of our legs and buttocks as we ascend. He stops briefly to take a photo of a pair of discarded g-strings lying on the landing before following us into the bedroom, where he finds us wrapped in each others' arms, kissing passionately on the bed. Pauline sits up, sitting astride me, pinning my wrists to the bed with her shins and grinning at our photographer.

"Hey, Peter, be a dear and pass me a dildo," she smiles, "the bigger the better."

Peter reaches into the bag and locates the biggest dildo he can find... the double dildo. He passes it to Pauline and resumes his photography. My eyes widen as the dildo is brought into my field of view - it certainly is big... Pauline reaches behind her and smoothly parts my legs, pushing the dildo slowly into my very wet pussy... I groan aloud, biting my lip, closing my eyes as she slowly but inevitably forces it inside me... and then she's off me and lying on her back, lining herself up to take the other half of the double dildo. I feel it push deeper inside me and I can hear her moans as she takes it in... and there we are, lying on our backs, gripping each others' ankles, pushing our pussies against each other, penetrated by the huge double dildo. I can't see what Pauline is doing, but I imagine that, like me, she is playing with her nipples...

"Get on all fours," Peter says, and we obey.

I groan again as we move, onto our tummies, and raise our bums in the air in unison, connected by the dildo... we get onto all fours, in doggy position, facing away from each other. I steady myself with one hand while I play with my rock-hard nipples with the other, and I feel Pauline pressing against me, pushing the dildo further into me (and into herself). We set up a rhythm, pumping the dildo, feeling it pushed deep inside us... I reach behind me, gripping the dildo briefly, guiding it and being rewarded with a loud groan from Pauline. I return my attention to my nipples as I feel my orgasm growing inside me and within moments we are both on the verge of ecstacy... and then it hits us, and we both pump the dildo harder as our bodies are rocked with the shared orgasm.

I take a moment to catch my breath, enjoying the feeling of Pauline slowly removing the huge dildo from my pussy. The relaxation doesn't last long, though, since within seconds she is pinning me to the bed, sitting on my back, and pulling my arms up behind me in a cruel hammerlock. She secures my wrists behind my back with my hands at the back of my neck, using soft rope to keep me helpless and very vulnerable. And if that's not bad enough, when I open my mouth to complain she fills it with a ring gag! I look to our photographer for some support, but he is grinning from ear to ear as he takes photo after photo.

I mmmmph my discomfort at Pauline, but she only replies with a mischievious grin. It's then that I notice she's now wearing a strap-on... she flicks a switch, and it buzzes into life on the highest setting. She closes her eyes for a moment and gently smiles - obviously, she can feel the vibration... She rolls me onto my back and lays down next to me, stroking my hair. I can feel the vibrator buzzing against my thigh, but can do nothing about it with my hands tied behind my back. She kisses my gagged lips, pushing her tongue inside the ring as her fingers pinch and tweak my nipples, and I find myself instantly forgetting my discomfort and focussing once again on my arousal. Her hand slides down my side to grip my buttock, and she effortlessly slides the vibrating member between my legs... I bite down on the ring gag and groan loudly as the vibrator finds my clit. But all too soon, she withdraws... she turns me over onto my tummy, parts my legs and thrusts the vibrator between my legs, between my labia, taking me from behind. I moan again as she reaches underneath me, gripping my breasts as she rides my helpless body, and takes me to three more orgasms in quick succession...

I lay on the bed, panting, satisfied, as she puts the strap-on to one side. But Peter is far from finishing his seemingly-endless supply of film. He hands her a shiny red ballgag.

"Wear this," he smiles.

She grins at the camera as she sits on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, wearing just her stockings, suspenders and heels. She brushes her hair behind her shoulders and licks her lips as she lines up the ballgag. She opens her mouth wide and pulls the gag inside, reaching behind her head to fasten it tightly in place. She tries a few experimental mmmphs, and I admire how sexily photogenic she looks.

As she turns to look at me, she is surprised by Peter pushing her down onto the bed. While she struggles, he pulls her hands up behind her back in a hammerlock like mine, and binds her identically to me. I watch, helpless, as he tightens the knots and begins to play with her tanned 36D breasts - her struggles lessen as he cups, grips, squeezes, fondles, licks, nibbles and sucks on them. Her nipples are rock hard again, but he doesn't take advantage - he just picks up his camera again and takes some more photos.

And there we are, Pauline and I, both laying on the bed, both hammerlocked, both gagged, both helpless, both horny. Peter takes a few more photographs of us before he helps us to our feet. He stands us a few inches apart, facing each other. I can't resist stepping forward and attempting to kiss Pauline on her gagged lips - I use my tongue to lick around her ballgag, my hard nipples pressing against hers. I feel a hand on my breast as I kiss her, but ignore it... I can't ignore it, however, when it attaches a vicious clamp to my hard nipple! I groan loudly into my gag and I can see the cheeky smile in Pauline's eyes as she sees my surprise. Her smile is short-lived, however, as a clamp is attached to her nipple - a short chain now attaches her breast to mine. Two more clamps, also attached by a chain, are attached - my right nipple is now attached to her left, and her right to my left. We step apart, and find that if we go more than a couple of feet apart things start to get even more painful as the chain goes taut and we tug on each others nipples.

And then I see Peter's plan. He ducks under one of the chains and stands up, side-on to both of us, between us - one chain running in front of his chest, the other behind his back, our breasts stretched around his torso. We are pressed against him, unable to move away, trapped against his body. We gasp in unison as his fingers find our wet, waiting pussies... we can't move anywhere, all we can do is enjoy the wonderful sensation of his fingers pushing up, deep inside us, exploring... he turns a little to kiss Pauline's ballgag before turning to me and pushing his tongue inside my ring-gag to play with my tongue... his fingers always playing, rubbing, penetrating between our legs, a thumb rubbing against each clit...

I hear Pauline's groans signalling that she has reached her orgasm first, and then I swiftly follow, my legs feeling weak as I ride Peter's hand, rubbing myself against it as best I can, taking as much pleasure as he allows me, enjoying his generosity, even enjoying the constant pain in both my nipples. And then he ducks out from between us, licking my juices from one hand and placing the fingers of his other hand in my mouth so I can taste Pauline's juices.

"It's getting late," he says, licking his fingers, "and neither of you are in any state to drive home. I suggest you stay the night. Any objections?"

I look at Pauline and she looks at me. Before we can even attempt to communicate with each other, Peter removes the clamps from our nipples and the sudden rush of blood makes us close our eyes to endure the pain. I moan softly as Peter rubs my tender nipples, and hear the same noise coming from Pauline. And then the gentle rubbing becomes a strong grip, and we are led back to the bed by our nipples - he lifts the duvet and we both, somehow, slide into the bed, despite our bondage. And we watch him, together, as he strips, turns off the light and slides between us. I somehow sense that the fun is only just beginning... and while he idly plays with Pauline's breasts, I duck under the bedclothes to show him one of the more fun uses of a ring gag...