Leah's New Lens: Leah's Lens, #2

By Bridy McAvoy

Having given in to Owen as far as she has, it's very difficult for Leah to refuse Owen when he takes her a few steps further. When Leah poses for him again, he pushes her boundaries much, much further than she ever imagined. Leah is far more innocent than she herself ever realized, and Owen most certainly isn't. Introducing another player into their "game" gives her a real BIG problem in every sense of the word.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Dec 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223055563

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

Leah’s New Lens

Part I

Good morning, sleepy head.

I opened my eyes to see Leo perched on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around the middle of his freshly showered body. He was holding out a cup of coffee to me. I’d slept that soundly I hadn’t even felt him get out of bed.

Oh, sorry, honey. I must have slept through the alarm.

No prob. I’m in time for work.

I stretched, watching how his eyes followed the movement of my naked body under the single sheet. His pupils dilated and I suspect that under the towel he was more than half hard. Trouble was, there just wasn’t enough time, and neither of us was really into quickies and in the mornings. Mister Eveready could go on for what seemed like hours.

Come on, your turn in the shower while I get dressed and then you can get dressed while I get breakfast. Okay?

I nodded but he didn’t move.

What you want is for me to get my naked ass out of bed and watch it all the way into the bathroom.

Of course.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. I grinned back at him and sipped the coffee. It was still too hot but would be at the perfect temperature after a quick shower. I made a production of lifting the sheet and turning it back, showing my breasts, then my belly, my landing strip and finally my pussy in sequence and allowing him time to look at each in turn. I swung my legs out of the bed and rose to my feet, keeping my movements slow and graceful before walking around him into the bathroom. As I was about to close the door he spoke.

Leah...

Yes, honey?

Can I suggest you get dressed the way Owen wants you to? I’d like to see that.

Oh.

It brought my mood down a little thinking about my date with our blackmailing neighbour.

Well, I was thinking, you will look really sexy like that and I thought you might like the chance to rehearse a little.

Rehearse?

Opening the door with the robe partly open.

Oh...

I looked at him suspiciously.

You want me to open the front door like that for you?

No, silly, we can use one of the internal doors.

Actually, Leo, you’re not daft are you? That’s actually a good idea. See you in thirty minutes.

Better make it twenty, not got that long before I’ve got to leave.

****

The rehearsals had really been nothing other than a giggle fest with both of us almost doubled up with laughter. Me opening the door into the landing from one of the spare bedrooms, pretending it was the front door, and pretending the man on the other side was Owen and not my husband with a silly grin on his face. His eyes had constantly drunk in the flashes of my nudity I’d presented him with. If I opened the door too quickly the breeze of it passing blew the robe open, probably what Owen wanted to happen. If I opened it too slowly it just felt really stupid and made us both laugh.

Finally it had been time for Leo to head to work and me to wait the half an hour before our devious neighbour arrived. I watched from behind the living room curtain as Mia left for work for the day and stood in the hall waiting for my guest.

At one minute to nine Owen appeared at the foot of our driveway, about forty feet from the door. He stopped and looked directly at the door as he stood there, expectantly, aluminium camera case in hand. Thankfully he wasn’t interested in taking photographs at this point, which was some relief for me. I watched out of the peephole while a car drove past and then a man walked past on the other side with his dog on a lead. He looked quizzically at Owen as he walked past but didn’t stop or otherwise say anything. The roadway was now clear and I could delay no longer.

I reached for the door handle, a bright fake smile painted on my lips.

Hello, Owen.

I stood there holding the door wide open. Just my bad luck there was a slight breeze as he walked up the drive towards me. The silk of my robe rustled in the gentle wind and I was under strict instructions not to hold it closed. Owen deliberately slowed his approach as he watched the movement of my only covering. When his eyes suddenly went wide and he pursed his lips in a silent whistle I knew I was exposed to him and anyone else going past. I shuddered, which made the damn thing open wider and I heard him chuckle as he closed the remaining distance between us. I stepped further back into the hall to allow him to enter and then closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief before turning to face my tormentor.

The camera system was already running, had been for some time, but Owen didn’t know that of course. As far as he was concerned the only cameras were those in his case. One day soon we would spring the surprise on him and it would feel like he’d been sandbagged with a ton of bricks. Not yet though. Despite my misgivings I was having way too much fun.

I see you did as you were told, young lady. Very good. You look ravishing like that, Leah. Come here. I want to see if you feel as good as you look.

His evil laugh echoed around our open plan downstairs as I bit my lip and moved towards him, keeping my hands clasped together behind my back, knowing he wanted nothing to interrupt his viewing pleasure concerning my body. Two things were also blindingly obvious. Firstly, he intended to look with his fingers, and probably his mouth, as well as his eyes, and secondly, his temporary dysfunction on Monday afternoon didn’t apply now. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakeable and prominent.

He put his hands on my shoulders and gazed down at the strip of naked flesh exposed by the fact the two sides of the robe were hanging a few inches apart.

Delectable, Leah, absolutely delectable view. But I think I want to see more.

He grasped the two edges of the silk robe in line with my breasts and began to draw his hands outwards. It was obviously no accident the backs of his hands touched my skin as he continued the movement and sure enough a couple of moments later they dragged across my nipples as he exposed my chest to his eyes.

As always, Leah! Nice rack!

He let go of the robe and his hands cupped my breasts surprisingly gently. I could feel the tightening of skin around my nipples as they crinkled and hardened under the stimulation and closed my eyes so I couldn’t see his smirk as he felt them too.

Finally, he let go of them and his hands moved unerringly down towards my belly. The fingers of one hand racked softly through my blonde landing strip while the other dropped even lower. I knew what he wanted and allowed my legs to part a few inches to give my blackmailer access to my pussy. To my horror I realised it was already damp. The humiliating exposure at the front door, contrasting with his current gentle treatment, a marked contrast to his behaviour forth eight hours previously, were beginning to turn me on. He chuckled again.

Naughty little slut, already wants some, doesn’t she? Well, little slut, you are going to have to wait.

He moved away and without thinking about him objecting I pulled the robe closed to cover myself once more. He didn’t seem to mind, instead going to the camera case and opening it. He began to extract tripods and cameras and set them up, pointing at the couch once again. Just as he’d started out on Monday and indeed the single session the week or so before.

There was a sinking feeling in my stomach when the video camera also appeared and was mounted on its tripod. I suppose I’d expected it really but it didn’t stop the butterflies taking wing.

The next thing he did surprised me completely. He took out his wallet, extracted a couple of C notes and waved them in front of my face before laying them on the side table next to the couch, where they were in view of the camera if he wanted them to be.

Seed money.

Seed money?

Yep, Leah. Seed money, it’s important for this morning.

I don’t understand.

I told you, if you wouldn’t go to the camera club with me I’d arrange for someone from the camera club to come here.

I stared at him in total shock. He smiled and glanced at the clock.

He’ll be here in about ten minutes. I told him half-past.

Now, Stan doesn’t know anything about our arrangement. He thinks you are a housewife who poses for me occasionally because she needs some spending money. I’ve told him its two hundred dollars a session and he’s agreed to pay that. When he comes in, you’ll take the money he offers you and put it on the table with mine. At the end of the session he’ll leave, I’ll take my money back and you can keep his.

As he explained himself I became more and more angry.

I am not a prostitute! You can’t pimp me out like this!

He simply laughed again.

You are not prostituting yourself. You are hiring yourself out as a glamour model, nothing more. If the session gets a little hot and gets out of hand that’s no-one’s business. I can’t be pimping you out because I’m not making any money out of this.

I opened my mouth to speak again but he held up his hand to stop me.

Save it, honey. You are going to pose exactly as I tell you to, unless I leave you alone with Stan, in which case you will obey him as you would me. If that means you getting double fucked, well we’ll make sure you enjoy it as much as we do. Now can the protests, before I decide to blow your reputation all to hell.

I was defeated and he knew it despite my insistence on no-one else being involved when he’d first suggested it forty-eight hours earlier. I’d called his bluff then and he was, in his own eyes, merely returning the favour.

Now, you can tie the robe closed, you wouldn’t show him the merchandise before he paid anyway. When he’s paid his money he’ll get his camera out and then we’ll go upstairs and the three of us will pick an outfit for you to wear. We’ll probably use the cameras as you get ready and then you’ll come down here and model for us, just like you did for me on Monday. Whatever happens, happens.

I swallowed nervously and looked at the clock. Eight minutes had passed, and this other man would be here soon. I was about to be exposed to yet another pair of strange eyes and I couldn’t back out.

Don’t fret, Leah, and for Christ’s sake, smile. Now tie that belt.

I tied the robe closed with a nice secure bow and quickly checked in the hall mirror that I was decently covered, at least down to just above my stocking tops. The door bell rang.

Answer it, and smile at him. Remember you’re doing this for the money and the chance to get off on it, nothing about what I have on you. Get it?

I nodded and painted the best smile on I could. I knew it didn’t reach my eyes then opened the door.

Hi, you must be Stan.

His eyes travelled the length of my body, drinking in every detail. Finally, they came back up to my face. At least, unlike Owen, this guy was conventionally handsome. He was also very tall—at least four inches taller than Leo was.

Hi, sweet cheeks. You must be Leah! Owen didn’t exaggerate your beauty.

His smile was easy, almost friendly as I stood aside and allowed him to enter.

Owen, fella! How are you? Where did you dig this one from? She’s gorgeous!

Behave. You’ve only just met her. Besides, aren’t you forgetting something?

Oh...Right.

He put his camera bag down—I was relieved to see it was considerably smaller than Owen’s—and reached for his wallet.

Two hundred, right, Leah? Good.

He handed me four fifties and I walked over to the side table and laid them down on top of the two hundred dollar bills Owen had put there. Then I stood there uncertainly, watching as the new guy unpacked his camera from the bag and started adjusting his telephoto lens. Finally, he straightened up and smiled at me before looking over to a patiently waiting Owen.

Lead the way, Leah. Let’s see what you can wear for us today.

I turned and moved away towards the foot of the stairs, convinced that by the time I was about four treads above them they would be able to look up the back of the robe and see my naked ass and pussy. I needn’t have worried. Owen had thought of something better than that, well better for them, if not for me.

Leah!

Yes?

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at them.

Hang the robe on the newel post. You won’t be needing it upstairs.

I heard Stan catch his breath and saw him lift his camera to his face, as did Owen. It had begun.

With trembling hands I reached to my waist for the bow and started to pull on the loose ends. At least I wasn’t facing them.

Keep smiling at us, please, Leah. Good girl.

Jeez. Apart from Leo and some boyfriends before I met him, two weeks ago no one had seen my adult naked body. Now for the very first time two men were going to do so at the same time! How the hell was I going to explain to Leo how Owen had mouse trapped me into this situation? Maybe I should let the camera footage tell the tale.

My mind was a whirl and the smile a little mechanical as I kept my face turned towards them, looking back over one shoulder as my hands wrestled with the belt knot in front of me. I tried to calm down, to stop my hands trembling, but it was so difficult under this kind of pressure. I’d expected my blackmailing neighbour to get me naked and almost certainly to screw me today. I hadn’t expected him to bring a friend with him. In fact on Monday I’d told him the deal was off if he tried it on by bringing someone, but he’d done it in such a way I couldn’t avoid it. The belt came loose in my hand and I let the ends drop from suddenly nerveless fingers.

I heard the sharp intakes