The Blue Skirt by Karen Blayne 

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

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I skimmed through the video from the dash cam for the last few days and there he was on his racing bicycle patting the behinds of female cyclists as he rode past them.  I even had a few shots of his face.  I copied the files into my cloud storage and emailed a link to the local police force as non urgent.  The reply thanked me and hoped that one of the young ladies would file a complaint so they could be used in evidence. 

I printed off the email and the next day I spotted the bright green bicycle of one of the young ladies he’d accosted.  I pulled up in front of her and flagged her down.  “I’ve got a video of your bottom being spanked.”  Immediately I knew from her face it was the wrong thing to say.  “You’re some sort of pervert! I’m going to report you to the police!”  I handed her the printed out email “If you contact this policewoman she has the details if you’d like to file a complaint about the guy spanking you as he passed.”  “Oh, well thank you I guess.”  I left it at that, got back in the car and drove onwards to work.

As I approached the office I caught sight of the demon spanker as he rode speedily along coming up behind a girl on a blue bike.  I got the feeling she’d seen him coming in her rear view mirror so stopped and dismounted.  Pity because her short flared blue skirt looked most attractive as it hung down over the back of her saddle.  She parked the bike by our office and disappeared into the foyer.  I assume to avoid a confrontation. 

I entered a few moments after she did and there was our least friendly guard dog, sorry security officer, confronting her and asking her what she was there for.  Albert, has anger management problems, still he’s getting better over time and we knew he’d need support when we hired him after his time inside.

“Albert it’s fine, she’s here for a job interview.”  “Sorry sir I didn’t realise.  She didn’t say.”  The girl looked at me.  Albert pressed the button for the elevator and I guided her in.  “Is he always so aggressive?”  “He’s getting better.  He’s an ex-convict and it is taking him time to adjust.”  She looked at me “You hire ex-convicts?”  “Someone has to.”  “Well I suppose so.”  We stepped out of the elevator and into my office.  I took a seat on the leather sofa and motioned her to take a chair.  She smoothed her skirt down when she sat down and I honestly tried not to look too hard at those tempting thighs.  Leah came in with a tray two mugs of coffee, cream and chocolate biscuits, Albert must have warned her I was on the way.  “The affordable housing people have been in contact.  All they need is your signature on the money, the plans and approvals are in place.”  She placed the letter in front of me and I scribbled my signature before she carried it off triumphantly. 

“Now since we told Albert you’re here for a job interview have you got a CV?”  “No but have you got a job description?”  I thought about it for a moment or two.  I’d only told Albert she was here for an interview to calm him down.  “Would you like something permanent or just for the summer?”  “You mean a summer student job?”  “If that’s what you like.”  I picked up a tablet and found the summer student rates of pay and passed it across. 

She swivelled slightly and I caught a glimpse of white between her thighs and she caught me peeping.  She looked through the pay rates for the summer students and pulled a face before looking up at me and parting those wonderful thighs ever so slightly.  “What would you have me do?”  I couldn’t say sit in the corner of my office and look decorative now could I?  She tilted her head just slightly as if reading my mind.  “Sit over there in the corner so you get a good view of my legs?”  Something in my expression must have given me away.  She stood and turned towards the door.  I wondered for a moment if she was going to just walk out but then she hesitated and sat down besides me.  She ran her fingers over my shirt loosening the buttons.  “Ten dollars an hour extra gets me wearing mid thigh or shorter skirts all the time.”   “I’m not sure you should be doing this.”  I raised my hand to cover hers.  “But I was just trying to loosen you up over these pay rates.”  She lent in and kissed me.  “Ten an hour lets you use your lips and tongue on my body.”  I shuddered at the thought of licking and running my tongue over those thighs.  “Naughty man aren’t you.”  She unbuttoned her blouse and lifted up her bra.  “Ten an hour extra gets you groping rights.” She guided my hand over her breast and my fingers squeezed her nipple just slightly. 

“You’re an expensive summer student.”  “I’m on an expensive course.  My student loan is set to go through the roof.”  I looked at her enquiringly “Medicine, next semester is all about gynaecology or how to make babies.”  I wasn’t quite ready for this.  “And methods of birth control to prevent them.”  Her hand ran down and unzipped me.  Soon those long fingers were wrapped round and her thumb was making little circles over the end.  “This is ten an hour extra as well.”  I was about to spurt when she lowered her lips as I spurted and caught my sperm in her mouth.  I’d lost track of how many ten dollars an hour I was supposed to be paying her. “Well that was fun but I guess you can’t go over the normal student pay rates?”  She picked up her bag as if to leave.  “You have a summer job at your exorbitant rate per hour.”  Her mouth dropped.  “You mean you’re the owner not just a manager?”  I grinned.  “Oh god what have I let myself in for?  If I’d realised I would have added in nylons and squeezed another ten an hour out of you.”  The idea of those lovely legs clad in stockings was far too tempting.  “Fine another ten an hour for a dress code that includes nylon stockings.” 

The next morning I arrived early at seven and Samantha rolled up at eight thirty.  “I wasn’t sure what time you started.”  “I think it varies, as long as you put your thirty seven and a half hours in per week that’s all that matters.”  She been fishing things out of her back pack and slipped off her cycling shoes to roll up a pair of stockings up her legs.  “You mean besides these?”  She grinned at me.  I’m not quite sure why the sight of bare thigh and clips over her stocking tops affected me quite as much as it did.  Far more than bare legs and the blue short skirt certainly. 

Just at that moment when my jaw was dropped Leah entered my office.  “I was going to ask you if you wanted tea for two but I think you need a coffee to waken you up and Samantha if the pair of you are going to get any work done at all I suggest you leave the stockings off until this afternoon when I’ll lock the main office door and restrict entrance through my office just to make sure no one walks in on you in flagrante delicto.  By the way I have some files for you to look through and research that he hasn’t quite got round to going through.”  Leah likes to show off her Latin sometimes and she has been mentioning those files for a while now so why not. 

Sheepishly Samantha slipped off her stockings.  “Do you think my blue skirt will distract him too much?”  Leah glanced at me “I think he’ll manage.”  I drank my coffee and returned to my emails.  Samantha turned her legs away from me and started to study her files.  An hour later I looked up and she caught my eye and asked lots of pertinent questions.  I referred her to Leah for those I couldn’t answer off the top of my head. 

The afternoons though were bliss.  We made out like teenagers with long kisses and lots of very heavy petting.  As Samantha said it was liberating, not having to decide just how far to go in case you put the guy off by being too forward or not forward enough.  She taught me how to caress her to get her aroused since as she said she might just as well enjoy it as well as me.

Apparently her toes were one of her erogenous zones.  Just gently nibbling and kissing them was quite enough to set her gently trembling.  I’d never really thought about foot fetishes before and if I had it was something I imagined was far rarer in life than fiction but mix in Samantha’s stocking clad legs and her reaction to having her toes nibbled and I could see the attraction.

Those questions, I’d forgotten that medical courses took only the brightest students.  She was good at spotting things and implications.  So much so she managed to open up a few bottlenecks in the production side and by the time she’d sorted out the web site well she’d more than paid for herself.  It was embarrassing really how much she managed to save us, little things that added up. 

Leah raised the matter of working from home.  My place was set up and with the virus floating around travelling into work on the bus wasn’t recommended.  Fortunately we hadn’t disposed of the old laptops so they were repurposed so anyone who wanted to work from home could have one if they weren’t already using a laptop as normal.  Samantha looked through how we worked and suggested if we went with a cloud based premium Microsoft Office that would meet everyone’s needs, so we did.  I gave everyone an allowance for an internet connection.  It seemed easier to do that than have separate ones installed and as Leah said upgrading her speed and going unlimited seemed to work quite well.  It took a while to get used to teams but once we’d figured it out it all started to come together. 

It was on a Thursday morning that Sam came into the office a little hesitantly.  “Are you married?” What an odd question considering we’d been making out and she’d been milking me each afternoon for a month now.  “No why?”  “Significant other?”  “What on earth are you on about?  I don’t have a girlfriend either.”  “Boyfriend?” She asked hesitantly.  I just looked at her and blinked.  “You have to be sensitive these days that’s why I asked about signifiant others. Since you don’t seem to have any and as Sharon and Liza are moving out of our shared apartment since they’d had their hours cut and can’t afford the rent I wondered if I could rent a room at your place.”  “I wonder what my mother would say.”  She looked horrified “You don’t live with your mother do you?”  I was almost tempted to say yes when she read my mind again.  “I’m sure she’s a very nice person but I may not want to live with her.”  “That’s fine, she drops by once a year and rewashes all my washing.  I’m still recovering from last month’s visit.”  “So I can rent a room?”  “You may have a room but I’ve only got one bed and that’s mine.”  “Double I hope?”  She asked what could I say.  “It’s a king sized one that somehow I got talked into buying.”  We arranged to borrow one of the vans at the weekend to move her things. 

Sharon and Liza helped load the van up and as it was close to lunch time I invited them back to the house for lunch thinking I’d order a take out something or other.  The girls sat chatting away as I drove and when I pulled into my drive they bounced out and wanted to explore the house.  “Would you like Chinese or pizza delivered?”  Liza looked at me.  “Hand me over the money.”  I passed her the sixty bucks I thought was reasonable for lunch and her eyes widened.  She grabbed the keys to the van and drove off.  Thirty minutes later we were sat down to pork chops done in the Instant Pot.  I mean I’d brought one but it had sat on the side since I’d brought it.  “Want the change?”  “You can keep it as a reward for cooking lunch.”  “Where will you be moving to?”  I asked out of politeness.  “I think we’ll both be sofa surfing.”  “She means homeless.”  “Your sofa looks comfortable?” Commented Sharon.  Liza could cook why not.  “Well we have the van so we could pick up a pair of beds this afternoon.”  I looked at Sam “Want one?”  “I’ve always fancied sleeping in a king sized bed so I’ll pass on having my own.” 

The next morning I was eating a slice of toast and marmalade in the kitchen when Sharon arrived wearing silk pyjamas.  She looked good in them and picking up my toast she took a bite out of it.  “Like my pyjamas then?”  “They look very elegant.”  I replied.  “They feel nice to the touch as well.”  She took my hand and pulled me up then turning her back on me she brought my hands over her breasts.  “They had some with pockets on the front but what’s the point of that.  No pockets feels so much better.”  I was just beginning to enjoy caressing her breasts when Liza walked in to the kitchen and took a bite out of my toast.  I was simply stunned by her sheer blue outfit.  When she twirled to give me the full effect I saw it was backless besides having a neckline that plunged to the waist.  “Liza what are you wearing?”  I heard Sam’s voice cry out.  “Do you like it?  The magazine said it was highly recommended to stun any billionaire.”  “Trouble is he’s not worth a billion dollars.”  I shrugged, I mean to say her outfit was still stunning enough for me.  “Well I thought it might help when we sort out how much rent he wants us to pay.”  Rent?  I pay enough tax already without having any additional income to declare.  “Well if Liza cooks a few meals and Sharon lets the robotic vacuum cleaner lose occasionally I’d be happy.”  “Robotic vacuum cleaner?”  “It’s in a box somewhere.  I brought one when I brought the Instant Pot, I just hadn’t got round to using them.”  “I think you just collect gadgets.”  “Well you never know they might be useful one day.  I mean the Instant Pot was useful.”  “But only when Liza unpacked it.”  I gave up I knew when I was beat.  I was just going to finish my toast off when Samantha picked it up and finished it off for me.  “Not bad marmalade.”  “That was supposed to be my toast.”  “Oh you mean this isn’t a bed and breakfast?”  “You wouldn’t let a poor student starve.”  “On what I’m paying you you aren’t a poor student.”  Samantha changed the subject quickly  “He’s probably got a bread maker somewhere as well.”  “In the cupboard to your left.” 

“Sam how much is he paying you?”  “Normal student rates plus a little extra for wearing short skirts and so forth.”  “Kisses and giving me hand jobs.”  “Samantha I thought you were saving yourself until you got married?”  “We haven’t gone all the way.”  “But very close.”  I murmured quietly to myself. 

Lisa looked at my top of the line video conferencing camera and tripod.  “Could it be used as a web cam?”  She asked innocently.  “Well if you set the resolution down a bit I suppose it could do.  Why?”  Sharon looked up, “You mean flaunt our bodies over the web for money?”

Samantha grinned “You'd have lots of competition.  “Yes but not with such a high end camera.  I looked it up on my phone, it really is quite expensive.”  It was just one of my toys so what could I say.

"You'd need to do your market research first to find out what appealed to your target audience.”  “You mean we want to target men with money.”  “Like Steve?” Threw in Sharon.

"I already know what he likes.”  “But not on web cam.  You can't run your fingers over him over the Internet.”  So there was I sat watching various web cam artists wiggling their fingers in their pussies trying to persuade me they were getting off on the idea of me and a thousand other watchers getting off on watching them.

Some were a bit mechanical.  Others the picture would go out of focus at the most interesting time as the camera autofocus started to hunt for the best focus.  Often the background would be in perfect focus and the actress would blur.

Samantha kept her fingers wrapped round my manhood to sense what I found most arousing.  I found the sex toys fun.  Lisa thought the idea of being pounded by a mechanical dick was not to her taste but conceded that a Sybian might be a acceptable.

Sam thought that we should try some higher end films as well.  Apparently my manhood had a preference for expensive French films with pretty actresses dressed in expensive underwear as well as English School girls dressed in school uniforms that had been subtly modified. 

“We could do a pilot based on an English boarding school.”  “You’d need more than two of us.”  “We could use Steve as the teacher, and if you dressed me in a wig and I wore a mask that would give you four warm bodies.”  “Couldn’t we use green screen then merge the bits up together?”  “Green screen?”  Innocently I asked.  “They use it in film making so you can use expensive backgrounds and add things in the foreground.  I mean it might need a bit of software for the merging but I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind buying it for us.”  Liza looked me in the eye and cupped one of her breasts as she said the words.   I admit I was putty in their hands but just watching those fingers caress her breasts through the delicate sheer nightdress was more than enough to distract me. 

“If we made a promotional video for the company then we could claim all the equipment back and the software costs against the company.”  Tax free, music to my ears. 

Samantha wrote a script for a class room scene.  She found selection of different school uniforms, after reviewing them and taking my pulse as she said she felt black skirts with a white blouse and a school tie covered by a blazer would work best.  She ordered a selection of skirts and blazers and Liza designed a badge to go on the front complete with a motto in Latin.  It looked quite respectable at first glance, I wasn’t quite sure about the word cunnus appearing then Sam translated the motto for me.  “We’ll never get anyone to create an embroidered badge with those words on.”  I heard myself say.  “I’ll add an embroidery machine to the list then and we can do our own.” 

Finally we were ready.  Sam decided asking me to learn my lines was asking too much so she found me a flat screen that displayed my lines as I was to say them in large letters.  We started with Liza, Sharon and Sam wearing long hair wigs. They looked quite fetching and they were dressed in the most conservative of the outfits.  “Miss Dunfore step to the front of the class please.”  Liza stepped forward.  “Now Miss your seams aren’t straight again that’s a demerit point.”  “But sir could you just spank me instead that way my parents don’t need to know.”  I turned my chair to one side and she lay across my lap.  I’d picked up the cane that stood by the side of my desk and was prepared to use it when Sam in disguise spoke up.  “I’m sure you’d enjoy it more if you used your hand on her bare bum.”  I looked at the prompter and nodded my instructions were clear.  Sam was wearing a mask to to be honest with her long haired wig no one could see her face from the side anyway.  She lifted up Miss Dunfore’s skirt to the waist and I lightly inflected my corporal punishment.  It looked good on camera anyway. 

“Please Sir could you straighten my seams for me?  I’m not very good at looking behind me.”  “Bend forward over the desk.”  I knelt down and unhooked the stockings one at a time then hooked them up so they were straight.  “Please Sir she’s not wearing three inch heels.”  “I am so.”  “They’re supposed to be high heels not three inch platforms.”  I looked at my lines once more.  “She’s quite correct three inch platform shoes are not permitted.  Sandra, look in the cupboard and find a suitable pair of heels in Miss Dunmore’s size.”  Miss Dunmore totted back to her desk on three and a half inch heels and both I and the camera watched every wobble. 

“Now then class today we’re going to go over your advanced calculus homework that you did last night so get your homework out.”  I found the words frightening, calculus was never one of my strong points.  We paused and moved the desks around to the marks on the floor.  The girls all donned new wigs and changed their outfits and we were off once more.   The skirts were a little shorter and we filmed from the side, Liza hitched her skirt up to adjust the clips holding her stockings up.  Sharon rested her arms on her skirt and managed to hoist her pleated skirt up to show the tops of her Dior stockings.  Sam had spent time getting the girls to sit on the clear plastic benches, Oh didn’t I mention those before Sharon thought they gave excellent up skirt shots, so that the skirt hung down over the back of the bench.  We moved the camera to give some nice clear up skirt shots.  By the time we were on our forth shoot the tiny pleated skirts were less than seven inches from waist to hem and at least one had a slit on the side.   

“Please sir I wasn’t quite sure if I found the correct value for the Linear Expansion Coefficient could you look at it for me?”  I gulped and looked at the screen.  “Certainly my dear step up to the front desk and show me.”  I quaked in fear at what was to come next and only hoped my lines would show up in time and cover up my lack of knowledge.  Samantha stepped up to the desk and as she did so she knocked an old fashioned bottle of ink over that hadn’t had it’s top screwed back on.  Needless to say it spilt across the desk and on to my slacks.  “Oh dear still it’s washable ink.  If you just take your slacks off we can rinse them in the sink.”  Three pairs of hands stripped my shoes, shocks, slacks, and with a cry of “There’s some on his briefs as well.”  Even my underwear was off and was carried off to the sink in the corner which I was quite certain was unconnected.  “I’ve got nothing to wear.”  I gasped.  Liza slid off her knickers and they were slid up my legs.  Sharon undid her wrap over micro skirt then did it up round my waist.  “There you’re respectable now.”  “My legs are cold.”  Sam stripped off her pair of opaque stockings and the next thing I knew was they were rolled up my legs.  They felt warm, nice and soft and three pairs of hands help smooth any wrinkles.  Sam brought out a suspender belt and somehow soon I was sat at my desk dressed in a micro skirt and stockings.  I wasn’t sure quite how it would all end up but what could I say?  I could see Sam was bursting full of laughter and trying hard to contain herself.  I looked at Sharon “What about you?”  “I’ve still got my petticoat on.” Well yes but it was sheer.  “I thought the dress code said your knickers shouldn’t be visible?”  Sharon slid off her knickers and slid them up Liza’s legs.  “Here the gusset is all damp.”  Liza protested.   

“Now try not to get a hard on or you’ll stretch my best knickers and my mum will want to know what’s been going on.”  “I could buy you a new pair?”  I offered.  “Only if you buy them yourself on a Saturday afternoon when the lingerie shop will be crowded with teenagers.”  I think my face must have shown my horror at the idea.  Samantha slipped out of hers and we exchanged knickers.  “There since you paid for those anyway it doesn’t matter if you stretch them.  In fact I’d feel insulted if you didn’t.”  Sharon handed her an unopened packet of sheer French stockings which she unrolled up her legs and I stretched her knickers as she did so. 

We shot another four times with the girls in the desks at different places wearing different sets of skimpy school girls clothing, making sure the underwear was changed for the up skirt shots, and eventually combined all the shots into one and pasted them over some stock video of an historic interior in England.  It looked exactly like an old fashioned school.  I was pleased though I hadn’t thought to take such a major role in the filming.  I left the opaque stockings on under my slacks when I found a spare pair in the bedroom.  Samantha caught me still wearing her underwear that night as I undressed.  “I didn’t know you were a cross dresser?”  She burbled with laughter.  “I rather like the sensation of wearing them.”  She stripped then lay back on the bed and masturbated in front of me.  “God the idea of you walking round in my underwear makes me so hot.”  She slipped one finger inside herself and used the other hand to rub herself over her crotch.  She was definitely getting warmer “Why should I do all the work? Come over and finish me off with your tongue.”  I did as I was bid.  I enjoyed her taste but she didn’t take long before she quivered then flopped.  We lay side by side for a while whilst she recovered.  Then she slid her hands over my underwear before giving me a hand job.  “I rather like the feel of them myself.  Sharon thought up that little byplay by the way.” 

We uploaded the film to half a dozen different pornographic web sites with our web address embedded in the film.  On our web site we had a few photos and the time for our next live web cam show with payment options. 

Then we were live.  Well Sharon was.  Her first time on the Sybian. We had two but had only unpacked one.  Sharon turned the dials and soon she was glowing slightly pink beneath her scoop neckline dress.  Samantha was sat besides me watching the number of viewers we had grow slowly.  The nice thing was they weren’t switching to something else.  She whispered in my ear “Go and tell Sharon she has two hundred and thirty seven horny guys all wanking their cocks off with their right hands and another twenty three wanking with their left hands.  Just tell her they’re all getting off on her getting off.  Then keep her on that thing for another ten minutes so they get their money’s worth.”

After donning my carnival mask I dutifully stepped behind her and slipped my arms round her waist.  There was a monitor on the floor in front to give her an idea of what people were viewing.  I whispered in her ear that she had two hundred and fifty watchers on the Internet all wanking them selves as they watched her.  She turned pink and I nibbled her ear which deepened her colour.  I undid her zip at the back “I’m sure they’d like a better look.”  Then peeled the dress off her shoulders exposing her breasts.  She moved her arms to cover them up so I picked up the remote control.  Power, I turned it down to make her last a bit longer.  Sam called out “Grope her boobies!”  Sam’s wish is my command so I raised my hands under hers and fondled her breasts, whispering just how many more were watching now as Sam held her fingers up to show me.  I kept her warm for the next ten minutes then Sam nodded as she thought they’d all had ample time to shoot their spunk.  I cranked up the remote and squeezed her nipples lightly but it was enough to tip her over the top.  “Oh God Charlie I never realised!”  She turned and held on to me tightly and quietly started to cry.  I just held her away from the camera and she recovered and Sam shut the camera feed down but the comments continued to role in.   “Well guys I think we have a hit from the comments.  Was that really your first orgasm Sharon and who was Charlie?”   Sharon blushed and admitted Charlie was a very old boyfriend who’d once said he could how her things about her body she didn’t know but she’d put him off. 

“I’m not sure how I can even come close to following that performance.”  Admitted Liza.  “We need more performers so there will be something to see when we aren’t on camera.”  “If we charged them 5% of the gross that would give them more money in their pocket.”  “We’d need to audition them first or rather see if they at least gave Steve a stiffy.”  “We could add merchandise, you never know someone might want one of our indecent school badges”  “Add the rest in and we can just order them to meet demand.”  “Some sites had a price list, you could select a girl and what she wore.”  “We could even direct them to high end lingerie sites and get them to buy us high end clothing we could wear on cam for them.” 

Three days later Liza mentioned “Steve someone has requested you on the cam with Sharon and the Sybian.” as she nibbled the slice of toast she’d pinched from my plate.  I looked up “I didn’t know I was a performer.”  “There was a bit of room on the web page so Liza added Charlie and Diana under Abby and Brenda but put an enormous price next to your names.  Like ten times our rate.  Oh and they’ve requested you dress up in knickers and stockings like you were in the classroom scene we did.” 

I felt pressurised, I looked towards Sam but she just grinned at me.  “You know you like dressing up.  Try it for once and you can always have our names taken off the web site.  We’re filling up quite nicely these days with young ladies who have been approved by you know who.”  She groped my crotch lightly to remind me about all the auditions I’d been watching.  Sam dressed me in her warm underwear and stockings. Then sat back and crossed her legs before parting them.  Did she have to wear her blue skirt with stockings again I asked myself as my manhood stretched her knickers at the front. 

Liza handed me an earpiece “They requested it to pass you instructions.”  I remember thinking some guy wants to talk?  Whatever, it sounded weird to me.  Still I inserted it in my ear and tucked the other bit behind my ear.  I could always pretend it wasn’t working.  “Lights, three, two, one, action.” Action?   Anyone would think we were making a film.  A female voice came over the earpiece.  “Hello Charlie, I do hope you’re aroused with the stockings.  With my knowledge of the female body and your hands we’re going to give Abby the ride of her life.”  Abby?  “I take it from the blank look on your face you’ve forgotten that the young lady in front of you has a stage name of Abby?  Charlie I wonder what your real name is?  Finnegan? Leonardo?  Maximilianus?  Never mind for the moment I just want control of your hands and we’ll use them to control Abby to give her an experience she’ll remember for her lifetime.  Now first lubricate the Sybian then have her slid onto it.”  Sharon slid slowly on to the thing sticking up.  Then Camilla spoke again “Do you mind if I share it with a few friends, I’ll pay you an extra two dollars each?”  Well we were making serious money with what she was paying already for the session whatever happened I looked across at Sam who was listening in and she indicated her agreement. 

“Sounds fine by me.”  “Now start by giving Sharon’s neck and shoulders a gentle rub.”  I did as I was instructed. We seemed to send more time than I would have thought necessary on the foreplay.  I stroked and caressed different parts of Sharon’s body as Camilla suggested.  “Tell her how many little wankers are watching her.”  I glanced at the screen “Abby you have three hundred guys watching you and wanking away.”  Camilla told me what to whisper in Sharon’s ear and then eventually Camilla told me to turn on the Sybian on the lowest setting.  “Mention to her with three hundred wankers she could expect over a litre of sperm.”  I did and Sharon gave a moan.  “Oh she is a naughty girl getting off on the idea that they’ll release over a litre of sperm just watching her.”  

I watched the numbers rise slowly, I blinked and there were ten litres worth of watching wankers.  “Where did all the extra ones come from?”  I asked quietly, my voice being drowned by the sound of the Sybian being cranked up.  “I have a few hundred thousand followers on social media, and they’ve all been invited to watch at $2.50 a time.”  “And you pay us $2 each?”  “It’s fun making money out of you.  Now nibble her ears again, I’ve noticed she really likes that.”  Sharon came as I nibbled.  “Good now turn back the Sybian then hold her waist so she remains on it.”  “But she’s finished?”  “No she’s barely started in a moment or two she’ll start another orgasm and we’re going to keep her on the boil for thirty minutes at least.”  “Is it safe?”  “She’s fit and she can go for nearly an hour without harm but we’ll keep her down to thirty minutes to be on the safe side.  There she’s started again now squeeze her nipples for me.”  Camilla talked me through another thirty minutes of Sharon’s rolling orgasm.  Suggesting ways to bring her pleasure and keep her on the boil as Camilla put it until finally Camilla mentioned “Tell her her little wankers have released more than ten thousand litres of spunk.  If they were all in the studio she could drown in it, then close the machine down, if they haven’t shot their load by now they never will.”  I whispered and Sharon gave a really big moan and collapsed as I turned the controls off.  “Scoop her up and carry her to the bed, then just hold her whilst she recovers.”  “Steve that was out of this world.  Since when have you been more expert on my pleasure points than I?  I mean you were hitting pleasure points I didn’t even know existed.” 

Samantha closed the cam and walked across and joined in the conversation.  “What did you do to the poor girl?”  “Camilla told me exactly what to do.  I suspect she’d into girls herself.”  Liza commented “I don’t know if I could ever follow that performance.”  “You should try it once at least.”  Murmured Sharon as she snuggled close to me.  Sam showed me the dollar amount we’d netted on the one session.  Rather more than would be required to put all three girls through university. 

Camilla spoke once more.  “I’m happy to take Brenda through the same experience or even Abby and Brenda together say with a week’s gap between each session.  Abby and Brenda we can space out a week between each session.  Toys and those two together should be really fun, but the really interesting one would be you and Diana, it would be interesting to do privately as you obviously have feelings towards each other.”  Sam looked put out until I reminded her she was Diana on Cam.  “My only reservation would be it would deepen your pair bonding and you might want to think about the implications before we do it.  Do you share any interests besides sex?”  “Implications?”  I asked innocently.  “Marriage is a form of pair bonding.”  “Oh but surely I’m too old for you?”  She shifted slightly and her short pleated blue skirt rose a millimetre exposing a tad more skin.  “Well you have a rather nice collection of CDs and I haven’t listened to all of them yet.”  Sam lent across and kissed me on the lips.  “Shall we?”  Well the idea of arousing Sam to the same level as I had Sharon was irresistible, marriage I hadn’t given a lot of thought to but yes the idea was attractive.  “When would you like to go ahead?”  I asked Camilla.  “Three days time and no sex for either of you for three days.  That way you’ll get the most out of it.  