Continued…

How wrong was I?

There was Clare in her red ball gown, the silver-inlaid pieces glittering away as they caught the light. Millie was wearing a similar style of dress, hers white but with the same silver inlaid pieces, and they seemed to be dancing a perfect Charleston given the confines of the dress. As they did so, the photographer’s cameras flashed away, adding to the showbiz feel of the evening.

Then the music changed; it was a waltz, and I watched Clare and Millie glide across the dance floor as if they had been dancing for years. I was shocked, not because Clare was dancing with another woman, but by the fact that Clare could dance, and I mean really dance. 

Sarah and I looked at each other, and she asked me the obvious question, “Did you know Clare could dance?” I told her that I didn’t. We were mesmerised by the couple; Millie was dancing the lead, and Clare was happy to follow.

It was only then that I remembered that Clare had told me during her confession that she was desperate to fuck Millie because she had the most perfect bottom. My eyes stared at Millie’s derrière, but it was difficult to tell.

Soon other diners joined the two professional dancers, and the room quickly started to rotate to the music while the three fake photographers clicked away. I didn’t say it, but I wished I could waltz and join the sway of people, but my mum’s one lesson was not enough to carry me across the room. I asked Sarah if she could dance a waltz, and she somewhat surprised me by admitting to having a few lessons, but nothing like what Clare and Millie were currently doing.

Later, Clare came over to our table while holding Millie’s hand to introduce her and tell us that they had been practising the routine to surprise Brenda. She wasn’t the only one who had been suprised, I thought, and I congratulated both of them before looking at Clare’s dance partner.

Now closer, I realised Millie was older than her body had suggested on the dance floor—maybe early forties. However, she was attractive and had a girlish appearance, with her black hair cut into a bob and framing her face. I could see why Clare liked her.

Clare introduced everyone; there were no fibs. Sarah was my first girlfriend, and she then confidently added that she was my second girlfriend and we were in a three-way relationship. That news would have had most people choking, but Millie didn’t even flinch. I had the distinct feeling she had experienced this sort of thing before.

With Clare’s introductions finished, Millie explained that she was the manager of the private o-X-o fetish club, which was distinctly aimed at attracting the ladies. She then gave both of us a club's business card, saying she very much hoped to see Sarah there.

Her comment caused my girlfriend to blush and say, “I'll think about it.”

Even after Clare’s three-way relationship description, we both knew that Sarah wasn’t quite ready to admit to a larger audience that she swung both ways. Of course, Clare had told me all about the club, but I kept that knowledge to myself.

Clare and Millie left us and, still holding hands, walked towards Brenda’s table. As they did so, I couldn’t help analysing Millie’s bottom and trying to compare it to Clare’s. They both had very nice bottoms, but I still preferred the younger model, especially as I knew she didn’t mind me pushing my cock into it.

That thought caused me to grin, and of course, my staring and smirk did not go unnoticed by Sarah. “Don’t you know she is a lesbian?” she remarked with a grin.

I went on to explain what Clare had told me last week about Millie, and I didn’t leave anything out about her. It was time for Sarah to know that my other girlfriend didn’t just have sex with Brenda and Karen. She was now generally sleeping around, and, importantly, I emphasised, only with lesbian ladies. 

After I had finished, we both looked towards Clare. She was still holding Millie’s hand as she whispered in Brenda’s ear. I could guess what they were talking about, as it led to a nod and a kiss from Brenda, and then the three ladies walked out of the room. 

“I think they are all going to fuck,” I whispered to Sarah as I squeezed her thigh and then jested, “Do you want to join them?”

Sarah laughed, and gently nudged me, then whispered, “Not this time.” She was happy to play along with me as long as it didn’t go to a bigger audience.

It was at that moment that Jake rejoined us and mentioned that he was finished for the night.

“So you don’t want to take any more photos of me?” Sarah quickly remarked, sounding a little disappointed.

“Oh, no, I do want to, but not here, somewhere a little more private, as I am not on the clock now.”

With that admission, I invited Jake to sit with us, and we introduced ourselves as all three of us helped ourselves to the bottles of free wine. Jake told us that he was from London but was studying at the local university and picked up this one-night gig through the student union there. 

Once I was comfortable with our new acquaintance, to Sarah’s delight, I suggested that we leave and take a few more photos in a private setting. With me picking up a full, open bottle of white wine and carrying our wine glasses, we discreetly left and headed up the right-hand grand staircase and towards our room. 

Not a word was said; we all knew where we were going. My cock was hard, and I was looking forward to Sarah’s latest body show. As we walked, my mind first thought of what Sarah had done in front of Stanley and then what happened in Crete. Like the time with my landlord, I was determined to call all the shots. Jake was not like Don; he was my age, and that gave me the confidence to keep control of the situation.

Once in our hotel room, Sarah drank the rest of her wine, which I swiftly refilled from the newly acquired bottle. I could tell she was nervous but also extremely turned on. We had never done anything like this with a stranger, and especially a black man. He was one of the first we had ever spoken to, and that somehow added to the eroticism of this situation.

“Are you sure?” Sarah whispered as Jake looked on, his camera primed and ready. 

My reply was louder; I wanted our new friend to hear it. “It's your decision, Sarah, but do remember that I'm here, and I will stop it if you or I are not happy.”

Sarah weakly smiled, and her hand came to check on me. She was just making sure where my cock stood, even with Jake looking on. With that decision made, my girlfriend went to the mirror and checked her hair and makeup.

“Has Sarah done any modelling?” Jake asked as we waited. “I would be surprised if she hadn’t,” he added as my girlfriend returned, carrying a nervous smile.

“She has done a little, but nothing nude,” I replied. Everyone fibs a bit, I thought, but I was also giving away the game as to where this was heading.

Sarah looked at Jake and asked, “Where do you want me?”

I inwardly smiled at her choice of words, but Jake just froze. It was unexpected, though I had already guessed that this was the first time he had ever tried to take quality photos of a model.

“Try one by the mirror; get her reflection in the shot,” I proposed.

I had taken plenty of glamour photos of my girlfriend, and I knew what worked.

Sarah did as suggested, and Jake took a couple of photos, though I wondered if they were in focus as he seemed to have developed a shake. So much for his earlier sureness, I thought.

I decided to take control of the photo shoot, and we soon had Sarah on the bed, doing the sort of poses she had done many times before. With each new position, Jake's confidence grew, and my girlfriend sprung into full modelling flow.

After a dozen or so photos of Sarah in her evening gown, most of which I would have been happy to show my mother, it was time for my plan to come into action.

“Right,” I said. “It’s time to have a little break and change cameras.”

They both looked at me, confused. I retrieved my high-quality SLR camera with a thirty-six-shot film in it. I had originally brought it with me to take pictures of the hotel and its views. If I hadn’t, this was where the evening would have ended for Jake. Even if my girlfriend didn’t mind, I wasn’t ready for an unknown stranger to have nude photos of Sarah.

I topped up the wine, and with Sarah watching on, I showed Jake how to use my camera. It was easy to handle as it was fully automatic with an autofocus lens. With the good light in the room, it was basically just point-and-click. To Jake’s and Sarah’s surprise, I then took off all my clothes except my boxer shorts, which currently had my cock pressing against their material.

Once Jake was happy, I climbed onto the bed and sat behind the still-fully clothed Sarah. "We're going to have a little fun on camera, and the film will remain with us,” I whispered to her.

“Just point the camera at us and click the button when I say shoot, not before,” I said to Jake as I wrapped my arms around my very complicit girlfriend and nuzzled her neck. She almost purred.

“Shoot!” I said, and there was a click.

My hands went down to Sarah’s breasts, and I cupped them, the emerald necklace and matching earrings just hanging there for the camera, accentuating the picture. With desire, Sarah twisted and leaned backwards and kissed me, and we heard a click. Jake was getting the idea.

I lowered Sarah’s dress's rear zip, and the top of her dress started to fall away before Sarah grabbed it. Her sudden reaction made me smile. It would not be long before they were exposed to both our new friend and the camera. We arranged a new pose, with Sarah showing more skin as both her shoulders were now bare.

“Shoot!” Another click.

We pulled Sarah’s dress up to mid-thigh, and she opened her legs just enough to give a hint of what was in the darkness between them. My mouth found Sarah’s neck as my right hand cupped her right boob.

“Shoot!” Another click, followed by a gasp from Jake and a groan from Sarah as her dress top fell away. Both my girlfriend’s firm, sensitive breasts were exposed to the camera and Jake.

“Shoot!” Another click.

“Come closer, Jake; zoom in on Sarah’s tits and face, but don’t take it until I say to,” I confidently said. I felt in control, though; my cock was now poking out of the top of my boxers and making its presence known.

Jake did as requested, and I whispered mainly to Sarah, though undoubtedly Jake could also hear, “Imagine his hard black cock as he takes the next photo.”

Sarah groaned aloud as her wide eyes stared at the lump in his trousers, and the camera clicked once.

With me still in control, my fingers moved to Sarah’s sensitive nipples and gently rubbed, causing my girlfriend to start to buck. I stopped, knowing if I did that too long in this heightened state of sexual arousal, she would have cum; I didn’t want that yet!

“Pull your dress up a little farther. Show your black lover your panties.”

I was playing into my girlfriend's fantasies. The taboo thought of having sex with a black man, or black men, had always sexually aroused Sarah.

Between us, we pulled the dress a little higher to show Jake her white, lacy G-string panties. As I held her close, I felt Sarah’s breathing labour; she was extremely aroused, her eyes still on Jake’s hidden cock.

I cupped my girlfriend's tits, presenting them to the camera, and there was another click.

“Spread your legs, Sarah; show Jake your slutty cunt.”

This wasn’t the sort of language I would normally use, but I knew Sarah leaned towards being submissive, especially when she was as highly aroused as she currently was.

“Look at Jake’s cock as you spread your legs for him,” I excitedly added. I had forgotten that my erect cock was now sticking almost completely out of my boxers. 

Sarah pulled her gown up as high as she could and did as instructed, her gold anklet catching my eye as I heard a series of clicks. Jake had been silent, yet his eyes were on stalks, staring between my girlfriend's outstretched legs. Her white, lacy G-string was the only thing covering Sarah’s sex. 

“Jake, do you want Sarah to go further?” I somewhat stupidly asked; the black man was now openly rubbing his crotch.

“Good god, yes,” he mumbled, my girlfriend's arousal now filling the room. 

I felt in control, but I didn’t want this to go too much further. It was time to get rid of Jake and fuck Sarah. But it seemed unfair to not let him at least see my girlfriend’s pussy. That is, if she agreed.

“Do you want to show your slutty cunt to Jake?” I whispered. We were both highly aroused.

"Yes," was the one-word answer; Sarah was almost salivating at the idea.

“Look at him.”

She did, and then pulled her white panties to one side so Jake could see her open, wet, pink hole.

He just stood there, gawping, the camera abruptly forgotten.

“Shoot!” I said, which brought the photographer out of his stupor, and there was another series of clicks.

“I think that is it,” I announced, unsure as Jake's eye met mine.

“A few more," Sarah gasped, her blue eyes looking at me as she hopefully added, “I want to be photographed completely naked.”

I did not reply as she turned around and kneeled, letting the dress fall completely away. My girlfriend’s bare bottom was now facing Jake, who was now freely clicking away. Her white G-string was the only item of clothing Sarah was still wearing, though she still wore her anklet and the emerald necklace and matching earrings, which now dangled towards the bed.

I was still unsure, but unexpectedly, I felt something warm envelop my erect cock. Sarah’s mouth was performing fellatio on me.

I groaned and kneeled, my boxers falling to my knees.

With my girlfriend’s mouth going to work, there was another click. We were now way past what I had planned, but at least the film in the camera was mine, as Jake continued to take photos of Sarah sucking my dick.

With my mind controlled by my cock, I leaned over my kneeling girlfriend and pulled her knickers completely down, fully exposing her sopping pussy to the camera, and there was another series of clicks. Sarah was now in her favourite doggy position. She opened her legs a little to invite both the camera and Jake’s black cock in.

I looked at Jake and gently eased my girlfriend’s pussy lips apart; she was showing pink. Then, I felt Sarah starting to cum, her pussy quivering in front of the camera and Jake. As my girlfriend came, my cock slipped from her mouth, and she collapsed onto the bed.

Click, click, click, then a deep moan from my girlfriend as her body spasmed for the camera and her new admirer. She gushed, my cock now forgotten, the camera still clicking away. Sarah’s orgasm had been almost totally a product of our dirty minds and her exposing herself to another man.

My girlfriend just lay there, naked on her front, her body ready for a hard fuck.

I looked at Jake, and he took one last photo of Sarah lying there.

“There are still six photos left,” he said as I pulled my boxers up. My cock was still semi-hard, but I was back in full control.

We looked down at Sarah, who was still fully naked and lying on the bed. She looked up as she realised we were staring at her.

“What?” she said as she turned over, not bothering to cover up. We could easily see her bald, puffy slit.

“There are six photos left; I want to use them up.”

“Okay,” she replied, and she looked alluringly at the camera, waiting for me to start photographing her.

“Actually, I have something else in mind. But you need to trust me.”

Sarah looked back, not understanding, but eventually said, “Okay.” 

I looked at Jake; he seemed equally confused but willing, probably hoping he was going to fuck my girlfriend. That was not going to happen; I was in charge.

Turning to Jake, I explained that I wanted to take a few cheesecake photos of him and Sarah together and that I would be concentrating on the black-and-white colour difference. I was seeing this as a good opportunity to take six artistic pictures and nothing more.

I asked Jake to take his shirt off, which he happily did, showing off his lean, black, hair-free body. We looked towards my girlfriend, her eyes now only on Jake. Sarah didn’t have any objections to posing with him.

“Put these on,” I remarked as I handed Sarah her damp panties. I didn’t want this to go too far, though my girlfriend seemed to go out of her way to give us a good show as she put her knickers back on.

At my request, Jake climbed behind my girlfriend; it was the same position I had sat in earlier. Under my direction, Jake put his hands on Sarah’s breasts and squeezed. He gave me the distinct impression that he couldn’t believe his luck.

As I took the first picture, Sarah was clearly still aroused. She looked into the camera as Jake openly groped her tits.

“Lie back into Jake,” I instructed, not wanting this to go too far but sensing that Sarah was enjoying the black man’s attention. “Hold still,” I said as I zoomed in and took a photo of his dark hands holding her slightly tanned white breasts.

After watching what I had previously done, it wasn’t long before Jake’s fingers found my girlfriend's sensitive nipples, and she leaned right into him as her body started to respond once again.

“Kiss,” I said. Sarah’s head twisted to face Jake’s, their eyes looking into each other’s as they pecked each other’s lips. I took the picture, knowing it was going to be a great photo, and my cock once again hardened in appreciation.

With Sarah and Jake now openly kissing, I watched his dark hand slide over my girlfriend’s flat stomach and downwards towards her white lace panties. I snapped a photo, not wanting to stop the moment, as I watched Sarah’s legs naturally open to welcome Jake’s fingers.

Another photo, and then he slipped his fingers under the material, touching and then fingering her bare, wet sex. Sarah moaned as his fingers started to do their magic.

I clicked and took the last picture. “That is it; I am out of film,” I said.

My sudden voice snapped Sarah out of her sexual reverie as she pushed Jake’s hand away and then sat on the edge of the bed, panting. 

“Show’s over, Jake; it's time to go.”

He looked at me, his eyes pleading. I knew he wanted to fuck my girlfriend, but I wasn’t having that. However, my throbbing cock was reminding me we could have a little more fun.

“Get your shirt on, Jake. There are no more photos, and unless you have a couple hundred pounds, you won’t be able to hire her.” 

Sarah’s eyes shot at me, and I smiled at her.

“I am a large business owner, so I can afford her hourly rates.”

"She is an escort, not your girlfriend?” Jake asked, surprised—maybe even shocked.

“Yes, she is an escort, and I have hired her for the whole night,” I replied as if Sarah weren’t there.

My words once again reminded me of Brenda’s comment, "Everyone fibs a bit."

Sarah’s eyes were wide as she stared at me and calculated, before saying, wantonly, “Jake, don’t be too sure about that; I can change my appointments. Do you have two hundred pounds on you?”

I sensed Sarah was playing along, but I wasn’t fully sure. I was ready to step in and stop this little game.

“Sorry,” he remarked as he quickly put his shirt and shoes on and then grabbed his camera.

I retrieved the Club o-X-o card I had. "If you or your friends want to hire her, call this club and ask for Sarah. But be warned, she is not cheap." 

I looked at my girlfriend; she was trying to suppress a giggle as Jake grabbed the card and rushed out of the door.

After he was gone, I remarked, “I think you just lost a client!”

A giggling Sarah pulled me on top of her and whispered, “I love you, Mr. Bond.” She kissed me and then softly added as her fingers played with my hair, “Thank you for letting me have some fun with Jake; I enjoyed it. But there is one little thing: now you are a company owner. You need to pay me in cash for my services.”

I quietly chuckled, my cock finding her warm, moist entrance.

“I love you too, my little whore,” I whispered, which caused Sarah to grin. It was my cue to start making slow love to my girlfriend.

As I did so, I said, “I don’t want Brenda or Clare to know about Jake or these photos.”

“Okay,” she groaned as we started to thrust harder.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I'm going to get the film processed at the local chemist.”

Sarah’s eyes flew open, and I grinned.

Brenda was right; everyone fibs a bit!

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