Neighbours And Rivals (3 page)

Finally satisfied he had the shots he wanted, Phil turned the vibrator up to full and allowed Carol's tortured body to achieve release. As she screamed in passion, he moved around the bed, releasing the stockings and the handcuffs and retrieving the vibrator from her still clenching pussy.

"You may remove the blindfold now, Carol."

Carol quickly jerked her legs closed and attempted, without much success, to pull the hem of her nightie down whilst her other hand rose hesitantly towards the blindfold. She took a deep breath and pulled the blindfold down around her neck. Opening her eyes she blinked at the sudden brightness of the lights and as her eyes focussed she glanced around, biting her lip. There was only Phil there with her, the room was otherwise empty. Phil smiled.

"The thought there were others here obviously excited you didn't it Carol? In your mind there were several people watching you. Who were they Carol?"

Carol sat up and covered her face in her hands in an attempt to cover the blush her embarrassment had built in her pale face.

"Hand me the nightie please, Carol."

Phil's tone as ever brooked no argument so Carol meekly stripped the garment off over her head and sat there naked making no attempt to cover her nudity as she waited for his next instruction. It wasn't long in coming.

"Bag number three please."

She stood and walked over to the rail, surprising herself with her level of composure. Her brain whirled; in each case with the first two bags, Phil had induced her to two orgasms each. Seeing that there were another three bags did that mean she faced another six, minimum? The sheer danger of the salacious thought sent a visible shudder down her naked back and she guessed, correctly, Phil was quietly watching her.

Opening bag three she found simply a pair of black stockings and a red garter belt. Directly underneath was a pair of red high heels, with at least a three inch heel. Shrugging her shoulders, she put the items on knowing they covered nothing and assuming that this set would be quite short. Straightening the stockings, she was about to reach for the shoes when Phil's voice stopped her.

"Carry those for a minute please Carol. I wouldn't want you to have an accident."

She turned round to see only his head and shoulders as he climbed down the stairs. He motioned for her to follow. Obviously this set was going to happen outside of the studio and she began to feel somewhat anxious as she moved to the top of the stairs in preparation for following him. When she reached the head of the stairs he was crouched at the bottom pointing his camera up at her.

"Slowly now please Carol, make it look sexy."

She descended the stairs one step at a time wondering how on earth a woman clad only in stockings and suspenders could look anything but sexy. With the heels gripped in one hand and the other holding the banister she couldn't even attempt to cover herself, conceal herself from the prying lens.

"Smile please, Carol. Come on, you know the rules."

This time the smile was quite unforced, she surprised herself as much as Phil as she relaxed into the necessary persona there on the stairs and Phil had to admit to himself she was a stunning sight. His penis was rock hard in his slacks, in both of the previous sets he had had the chance to indulge himself but had forgone the pleasure. This time Carol would not escape him and his dick twitched in anticipation.

When she reached the bottom step, Phil stood up and moved across the room.

"Put the heels on now please, Carol and follow me."

Again he moved out into the hallway and down the main stairs to the ground floor. Carol complied with his instruction finding it very difficult to walk in the spindly stilettos. Once she reached the carpeted main stairway she was grateful for the double banisters, one on each side that enabled her to repeat her slow promenade down the stair case whilst Phil enthusiastically took pictures from the bottom.

At the bottom she waited passively for his instructions and he simply beckoned her to follow him through into the kitchen which she did. He stepped to the patio doors and her foreboding increased sharply as he exited the house and turned round on the deck to photograph her following him. She paused just inside the door not willing to proceed further.

"Come on Carol. Now please."

She bit her lip and took a step into the doorway and then through it. She was now standing on her neighbour's deck naked except for her stockings garter belt and heels; something she had never expected to do.

"Wait there a moment please."

Phil turned and walked down the three steps from the deck to the lawn and crossed to the far edge, the point at which the lawn ended and the woods behind their properties began. She knew that the woods were still within the high fenced estate and were therefore empty except for Phil and herself but her feeling of dread continued to increase. Phil called out to her.

"Carol, please come toward me slowly."

No other option presented itself so the slim young naked women began to cross first the deck and then after again gingerly negotiating the steps, the lawn itself. Phil kept taking pictures all the way as she neared him and Carol was surprised to find that she was still somehow smiling, if a bit wanly, at him.

Without a word, Phil held out his hand to her and taking it she was slightly shocked to find he led her into the woods. Once they were under the trees and out of the sun the temperature dropped and she shivered from the feeling of being cold despite the actual high temperature. Her skin was covered in goose bumps and her nipples were so erect they hurt. It was extremely difficult to walk on the uneven ground in the high hells and she was glad of the help and support Phil was providing as he continued to lead her into the middle of the wooded area. Finally they reached the little clearing that Phil had been aiming for. Here the shade was less intense and the dappled sunlight would make interesting patterns on the skin of the naked woman he had brought there.

The tiny clearing, less than ten yards across was dominated by the old gnarled trunk of a dead tree. Its bark was blistered with age and its twisted limbs make grotesquely ugly shapes which would contrast well with the vision of naked female beauty beside him. Phil walked Carol up to the tree and then around to the other side where the light was better. Carol stopped dead when she saw another pair of handcuffs hanging on a chain from the branch at about head height next to the trunk.

"You know where I want you to stand, Carol. Please go to the tree."

Meekly the naked woman crossed to the tree and held her hands up for him to cuff her. She was surprised at her own meekness and realised that despite everything, despite the fear she felt her body was responding to the situation in anticipation of a further sexual adventure.

Once he had her secured, Phil mounted the camera on the already emplaced tripod and set it to automatic before returning to stand at the side of the beauty. He placed two hands on her hips and slowly guided her to stand facing the tree, her naked buttocks pointing at the camera. One hand gently pushed on the small of her back until her body was in close contact with the tree.

"Look at me Carol, and keep eye contact."

She turned her head and did as she was told not sure of what was about to happen. Suddenly in the corner of her eye she saw his shoulder tense and out of sight his hand made a concussive connection with her vulnerable ass. The slap started a gasp out of her even though it wasn't that hard. The next one though was harder and she struggled to keep her composure as slap after slap resounded on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks.

Nothing like this had happened to her since she was a little girl and she wondered why she wasn't strenuously objecting to this kind of treatment or vocalising her displeasure. Then she realised why, her body despite everything she knew about herself was responding completely differently than her mind. Suddenly she unconsciously pushed her ass out to meet and accept the next slap. The gasps coming from her mouth were now gasps of pleasure not pain and her eyes locked on Phil's, seemingly pleading with him to stop and not to stop at the same time.

Finally he did stop and as she panted, he turned her round to face the camera again having made sure he had taken a number of shots of her bright red backside. He quickly picked up and moved the tripod somewhat to the side and after refocusing went and stood in front of his helpless but far from unwilling captive. She looked up at him fearfully as she heard the sound of a zip being pulled down.

He moved into close contact with her and as his fingers curled around her nipples she felt the pressure on her flat stomach as his burning hot rod came into contact with her skin. Her mouth hung open in a soundless O and he bent his head forward to kiss it. His tongue thrust powerfully past her teeth searching for her own and without thinking she found herself kissing him back passionately. His foot tapped the inside of hers almost impatiently and without further thought she opened her legs allowing him to press in closer to her. He pulled and tugged on her nipples but her gasps of pain mingled with little moans of pleasure and neither escaped the lips locked on hers.

Suddenly he broke off the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, eyes that were hooded with passion as she stood there waiting for the next move in his calculated ravishment of her willing body. He spun her round again and pushed her hands against the rough bark, this time pulling her hips back so that she was leaning into the tree from some distance away. Now she felt the touch of his cock against the still burning flesh of her tenderised backside. The moment her mind had been dreading was upon her, but her body was still reacting without conscious direction and she realised that she was thrusting her ass back at him in mute supplication to get him to thrust into her. Suddenly one of his hands left her hip and grasping hold of himself slowly lowered the head of his dick into contact with her moist open lips.

As soon as he was centred at the gushing opening of her pussy, he began to slowly push himself into her. This process was accelerated when she thrust her hips back at him enveloping several inches of his length. He completed the thrust with an audible grunt as he buried himself in her moist vulva and was almost startled as the body he had pinned between himself and the tree convulsed into an orgasm. He began to thrust in and out of her in a regular but slow rhythm and was rewarded when she began to thrust back at him. He reached down and around and tweaked her nipple with one hand whilst continuing to steady himself with his other hand on her hip.

As the pair rocked in perfect counterpoint they both increased the tempo and he could sense she was on the way up to another orgasm. Quickly he let go of the swinging breast dangling down from her chest and drawing his hand back let rip another hard slap on the side of her rear. She squealed with surprise as much as pain and then sobbed in remorse as the single act of chastisement sent her crashing over the edge into her second orgasm.

Phil returned his hand to her breast and began to increase both the speed and force of his thrusts as he began to build toward his own climax. Carol was thrusting back at him, her mind oblivious now to everything other than the driving need to get him to climax inside of her. The thrusts became somewhat more irregular as he began holding the stroke at its furthest inside her; lifting her almost clear of the ground as he did so. He began to ask her questions.

"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop?"

"Please, don't stop ... don't stop ... Keep going..."

"What do you want Carol?"

"I want to cum ... I want you to cum..."

"Are you nearly there slut?"

The use of the slut word was enough to push this young woman over the edge again and as her climax engulfed her Phil could wait no longer. He, however, had no intention of ejaculating inside of her. Quickly he pulled out and pointing his engorged dick at her still bright red ass checks sprayed them with long sticky trails of goo that stuck where it landed.

As she slowly descended from the heights his brutal fucking had taken her to, Carol was vaguely aware of Phil releasing the handcuffs and easing her into an upright position. She stood there swaying for a moment and then realising what the wetness all over her backside was from began to reach around to brush it with her hands.

"Leave it there please, Carol."

She looked at him questioningly.

"I think the trails of spunk on your reddened ass will make a great picture as you head back to the house across the lawn. You can clean up later. For now let me retrieve the camera and we'll head back to the garden."

After removing the camera from the tripod and slipping a new memory card into place, he took her hand and gently guided her back to the edge of the trees. One glance toward the hose stopped Carol in her tracks.

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Phil chuckled at Carol's discomfiture with the scene in front of them; unlike Carol he had been expecting them. Sitting at the patio table and all looking directly at the two people just emerging from the last line of trees were three women. Two Carol knew well, Lizzie and Susie but the third, a tall slim and very pretty brunette was a stranger to her.

"Walk slowly across the lawn toward the steps to the patio and Lizzie will tell you what to do then."

"I can't!"

Carol was in a state of panic, her fear of crossing the open space under the eyes of the three women temporarily outweighing the fear of disobeying.

"You can. As I said the sight of a well fucked, well spanked woman walking across a lawn in just her stockings and heels is truly erotic. You have to admit you have been well fucked don't you Carol?"

Carol refused to answer, still remaining rooted to the spot, half hidden by the trees.

"Move"

"I can't. That's your wife out there, with her friends. They'll know what you've been doing. That's your wife!"

Phil laughed, for him the moment was priceless.

"You think she doesn't know what will happen if I take a naked woman, naked except for her stockings, garter belt and heels that is, into the woods with a camera. Get real Carol. These women know exactly what I have been doing to you. Now cross the lawn so I can take the shots I want. Do it."