Loosen your waist ties now… more… more… show me some skin…. Good. Put your left leg forward so the gown parts up to your waists…. Very nice. Now slide your hands down your bare thigh and look at me…. I need to see more breast… that’s better… more now…. Perfect!
OK, straighten up and face each other with that bare leg wrapped around hers…. Open the gowns so your tits are out…. Great! Look this way… big pouty mouths…. Blow me a kiss…. Now turn together for some open-mouth French… tits touching… just like that…. Good…. Hold it.”
McGuire’s hard-on threatened to rip through his jeans! This was even better than he had imagined. Two beauties- lesbians or bi at that- kissing and pressing their nude bodies together! This photo session had just started. How much better could it get? Then the models left to change, passing by the closet, leaving an intoxicating trail scented of perfume and female lust in their wake.
Ronald went to the closet door and whispered, “What do you think so far, Bruce?”
“Fuck man. This is amazing! Unbelievable!”
“They’re just getting warmed up. Love to be naked together. But, remember the deal, or I talk to Molly.”
“I know. I know. How long till they’re on again?”
“A few more minutes. We’re all eager to see this next show.”
Shortly afterward Petra and Emma were back, prancing proudly in their big heels, their bodies more nude than covered now. The brunette wore a stiff white corset with hooks up the back, so tight that virtually all of her fine tits spilled over the top of it. Only part of the stiff nipples and below remained confined.
Emma’s little red basque was shorter in length and semi-transparent, scarcely holding her lovely boobs in check. Both wore tiny thongs to match their garment, along with a lacy coordinating garter belt and dark hosiery. Each of them still had the shining costume jewelry from their first showing.
“Great lingerie choices!… Ready to pose now?… Good, we’re all ready to watch. Ronald, stand to one side of the entrance admiring them. Girls, together on the other side, looking back, tempting him…. One hand on your hip, elbow out… one knee bent a bit so your toe is pointed down… like that. Slutty smile now as you tease Sultan…. You know what he always wants.
Now put your hands behind your heads, palms together…. Backs arched, tits out… and hold it…. Turn around for the same view from behind…. Good. Nice wide stance and twist at the waist to look this way…. Slowly slide your palms down your neck and along your sides. Stop there…. Curl under your tits and cup them…. Lift up.”
“We can’t William. They’re already up so high they’re popping out of our tops!” Emmeline complained.
“So… lift until they’re out…. There you go… lovely! Slowly turn to face Ronald, holding your breasts out…. Bring up the nipples more…. Excellent…. Leave them out now, above your tops. Let’s move into the tent and recline on all those cushions…. Ronald, aim the lights toward them, then lay down too…. Petra, offer him your tits… like that. Emma, come over Petra and lower a nipple to her lips…. Very sexy!”
Bruce McGuire could hardly restrain himself from bursting out of the closet and launching himself onto the cushions with the other three. Their erotic lingerie; their fabulous near-naked bodies; and, that lucky bastard Ronald! It was almost too much for him. He’d seen this on his computer and sometimes milder stuff at a strip club. But this was live and up close!
“Petra, slide your hand down to his cock… give it a squeeze or two. Emma, draw your hand slowly across her stomach…. Yes, and fingers into her thong…. Give her a little thrill now…. Ronald, some French kissing with Petra while you handle her tits…. Now, everybody look at the camera…. Legs farther apart, Petra…. Perfect!… And cut. That is smoking hot! Let’s cool off for a while.”
It was a good thing William called a halt because McGuire had fished out his throbbing cock and begun to stroke. There was still half the photo session to go! He caught his breath and watched as the two beauties repackaged their breasts then moved into the kitchenette. He heard tinkling glasses and liquid being poured. A few minutes later, the four of them returned with more alcohol and plopped down on the couch.
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Bruce waited impatiently for the photography to begin, but the little group was taking their time, chatting and laughing. After a while, the photographer went to a side table and started some music filled with unusual instruments from the Middle East. McGuire recognized that it was the music belly-dancers used. Would he see some of that?
After the drinks were finished, Bruce heard Ronald remind the models to apply some fresh lipstick before they came back for the next session. He didn’t realize that he was in for a real treat now.
Eventually he heard one of the women call “Ready!” after which the photographer cued up that music again. This time the two beauties passed the closet in bare feet, turning their bodies and moving their arms in an erotic Arabian dance on their way to the lounge. Bruce’s cock rose again because they wore only skimpy, transparent half-bras and tiny panties. Tiny crotchless panties!
“Beautiful! Sway to the tune while I shoot,” William directed. “Pretend you’re dancers entertaining that leering Sultan…. Move your wrists in little circles as you raise your arms to shoulder level…. Good… reach out to lure him toward you…. Shake your shoulders so that he sees your lovely tits…. Tempt him with your eyes…. Oh yes, so sexy!”