Cassy’s Boudoir Photoshoot

Thank you for Kenjisato for editing and Cassy for helping to inspire.

I’m riding a freight elevator to a photo studio in a converted warehouse. What kind of crazy cliche is this. Cassy thought to herself, as she reached her stop.

She was excited though. Bob had gotten her a boudoir photoshoot for her birthday. A treat for him as much as Cassy; Cassy was still thankful because she liked to show off the body she worked so hard to maintain. She knew she looked better then a lot of models out there, had a better ass, tight body. Now she can have the pictures to prove it.

As Cassy stepped into the studio she was greeted by hulking man. All muscle and tall, at least six foot three, he was well over a foot taller than her. Handsome, with a tightly cropped beard that was hard to make out against his dark skin.

“You must be Tyson,” Cassy assumed.

“No, I’m James, Tyson’s assistant. Our make-up artist is running a little late. If you could go into that bedroom, we use it for make-up and for out our models to change in. We have some outfits in there, if you did not bring your own,” James replied, used to the assumption, as he looked like a tall Mike Tyson.

As Cassy walked to the room, her heart started to race with anticipation. She could see all the backdrops, lighting equipment, and camera gear. One of her little dreams in life was about to come true.

Once in the room, Cassy dropped her bag and was entranced by the photos on the wall. All of them gorgeous women in seductive poses, or moody black and white nudes. She hoped her photos came out just as good. Maybe she could earn a spot on this wall. One in particular caught her attention, and kept hers there.

The photo was a woman, her back to the camera. Ropes criss-crossing her body, tying her hands to her back, posing one leg out straight and the other with her foot tied down to her opposing thigh. The ropes and pose made sure to push out her naked ass, and the design never crossed over but framed her tattooed back. A tattoo of a mother goddess holding life in her hands. He pale skin contrasting with the background and highlighting the dark tattoo. From what side of her body the ropes were biting into her skin, and how her hair was streaking to the left, she was suspended in the air. The photo mounted as if she was standing.

Cassy’s concentration was broken when the door opened and in walks a woman, the make-up artist. She was quite the opposite of Cassy. Tall and thick, she came in shining from the piercings in her face. She wore a tank top, anyone with tits as big as hers, would be wearing one. Why hide what god gave you. She was intimidating to Cassy. Scary almost, with her jewelry and thick rimmed glasses. If it weren’t for the septum and lip ring, you’d think she was a strict teacher.

The spell of intimidation was broken, however, when she spoke up bubbly, “Oh I loved that one.” She smiled warmly and turned around, a mother goddess tattoo showing through her tank top. The make-up artist, not appreciating the photo, but remembering the experience. Coming back to Cassy, “Want to try that today?”

Cassy bit her lip with the temptation but spoke, “Temping, but maybe I have enough firsts for today.”

“Name’s Brandy,” she smiled and giggled. “Why don’t you get dressed while I set up. I’d offer to help tape you up and keep everything in place, but from the looks of it, with an ass like that, you don’t need any extra support.”

Cassy smiled, “Thanks?” a bit taken aback by a compliment from such a statuesque beauty; and by Brandy not wanting to leave as she dressed; but there was something about Brandy’s smile that made her unafraid to strip and dress with her in the room.

Cassy had brought two outfits, one she had picked out, and the one Bobby had picked out for her, but hid in a box saying to put his on second. She really did love this lingerie set, a pink with tiny black polka dot bra with matching full backed panties, and a high waisted garter belt. Her favorite part though, were her stockings. Saving them for last, she slowly pulled them over her feet and enjoyed the sensation of silk gliding up her legs. Clipping them down, she stood in front of the mirror adjusting her tits making sure to get the most of the underwire.

“I bet you Tyson puts you up on the wall. Now come sit, let’s do your hair and make-up. The hair should be easy, its so thick and flowing, no point in trying to pin it back. I’ll just give it some curls and waves. How ’bout make-up? Red and Slutty or Simple and Clean?” Brandy said, beaming with excitement.

“How about a little of both?” Cassy, too, was getting excited feeding off of Brandy’s energy.

Brandy dutifully worked changing Cassy from the petite cutie she was, to a sexy model with plump red lips. All the while, they chit-chatted.

“What was it like, hanging there?” Cassy inquired.

“Once all the nerves go away, and the pain goes away, you’re just left with a sense of euphoria. You itch a little afterwards, but what Tyson did to me afterwards distracted me from any discomfort,” Brandy confessed, with a wry smile.

“You really are beautiful in that picture.” Cassy gushed, “and even now, for that matter.”

“So are you, Cassy. Never seen someone so fit and petite, yet with an ass like that. I could just eat you u–sorry, don’t mean to infantilize you, but I could still eat you.” Brandy said with a wink.

“Stand up, we’re just about done. I want to make sure there’s no marks on your body I may need to cover up.” Brandy commanded.

Cassy felt very turned on and proud, as Brandy appraised her skin looking for defects to cover and finding none. Brandy’s eyes wandering around her body. Cassy even caught Brandy licking her lips a few times. She looked like a tiger about to pounce. Brandy adjusted Cassy’s lingerie slightly, fixing it and making her ready; but, when Brandy got to her panties, Cassy could definitely feel Brandy slow down and cup her, enjoying herself, which to be honest, Cassy also enjoyed.

“I think we’re ready,” Brandy proclaimed. “I’ll be watching ready to touch anything up as we go.”

Cassy stepped out into the studio, following Brandy towards Tyson, finally out from where ever he was hiding earlier. Tyson stood a foot taller than Cassy. Lean and muscular with long dreadlocks, he stood before Cassy with a loose silk shirt and tight grey slacks holding a heavy camera.

“You look gorgeous. Brandy always does an amazing job,” Tyson complimented.

“Brandy nothing, Cassy made my job easy. Nothing I did made her more gorgeous,” teased Brandy.

“Well Cassy, just hop up on the lounge chair and we’ll start.”

And so, Tyson went about directing Cassy: lift your leg, tilt your head, spread this, get on the bed, look sultry, look coy, show your smile. Cassy was completely enjoying showing herself for the photographer and his assistant. She wished her husband was here so she could tease all of them together. After a while, Cassy could see the bulges she was creating in the men, and wished even more for her husband to be here, so they could have some real fun.

Time just flew by as everyone worked on creating the sexiest photos they could muster. Finally, Tyson stopped. “That’s amazing, Cassy. You’re a natural. I have to adjust some things. Why don’t you change your outfit, and we’ll make some more magic for you and your husband.”

Cassy walked back to the changing room with a strut, leaving Tyson and David to fiddle with equipment. Cassy was excited and proud of herself, feeling full of her beauty. Curious of what her husband had chosen for her second outfit, she pulled the box out of her bag and open it. Inside was a note:

— Have fun my love, enjoy yourself, let go, and go with it.

Behind the note, occupying a very small part of the box was the outfit. At first, Cassy thought it was part of something bigger, it seemed to be all strings. Then as she unfolded it, she saw that it was a bikini. the smallest one she’d ever seen.

That jerk, she thought to herself. He wants me to basically be naked in front of this crew. What is he thinking. I’d need a few drinks in me to wear something so ridiculous. Maybe I’ll pick something else out.

Brandy came in behind her. “Wow, that’s your second outfit? Thats so sexy of you. Not too many women are so brave.”

Not wanting to seem shy, or weak, in front of Brandy, Cassy resigned herself to putting it on. Thinking Maybe I’ll just show off for Brandy and then say I changed my mind. Bobby this thing is too much.

Cassy went about stripping off her other outfit. This time, Brandy didn’t not turn around to fiddle with her tools and make-up. Instead, Brandy was obviously enjoying the show, even if Cassy wasn’t trying to be sexy about it. Cassy didn’t mind as she’d come to somewhat trust the exuberant woman, and there was something exciting about the lust she saw in Brandy’s eyes.

The bikini, or lack thereof was very quick to put on. She stood before the tall woman trying to look proud, but it was hard. The top was blue strings with triangles covering about a quarter inch more than her areola. The cups of the top were barely halfway around her tits before they turned into strings. The bottoms were even worse. Cassy loved thongs, however, the top of these panties only reached just about her pussy folds. She understood now why Bobby had encouraged he to get waxed yesterday; if she hadn’t, there would be more stubbly skin between her legs than there was fabric.

“God damn Cassy, I need all sorts of support to look that good. Here, lets touch up your hair a bit,” Brandy said, stepping forward, with a brush in one hand, and Cassy’s side in the other. Cassy enjoyed her touch, warm and soft.

“There you go; perfect, now get out there,” Brandy encouraged.

“Ummm, give me a second. I’m just… This outfit was a surprise by my husband. It may be too much, even for me,” Cassy said nervously, constantly adjusting the suit, making sure she didn’t expose herself.

Brandy saw the box and the note. “It seems to me your husband wants you to show off. What’s that note say? Go with it? Do just that. You’ve nothing to be afraid of,” Brandy said, once again laying her hand on the small of Cassy’s back.

“It’s just weird. I go out there and I know I’m teasing the guys, but I’m doing it for myself. I like teasing people for my husband–if that makes sense. And, usually, I’m doing it after a few drinks, loosened up… you know?”

“Cassy, there’s a picture of me strung up naked. I’ve known a lot of kinky couples. I guarantee you that stepping out of this room is exactly what your husband wanted, and every reaction you get out of Tyson and James, is one that your husband wanted you to make.”

“Okay.” With a deep breath, she stepped through the door and into the studio. Tyson and Dave stopped what they were doing, when they recognized what little of an outfit Cassy was wearing. Her tight and petite body, shining with only a hint of nervous sweat.

Tyson grinned. “This is an unexpected outfit for a boudoir shoot; but, I like it. An outfit like that, let’s take some shots of you standing proud, legs spread, hands on your hips.”

As Cassy displayed herself for these three, and moved and swayed, she felt more and more sexy. She felt confident in her body. As she changed positions more and more, she made sure to graze her fingers along her sensitive spots, along the only pieces of fabric on her body. She was getting so turned on by this, and so was the crew. Tyson and James were sporting sizeable bulges in their pants, and Cassy even noticed Brandy touching herself a few times. Cassy decided to show off a little and demonstrate how flexible she was. As she stretched her legs, Tyson forgot to take pictures, he was so enamored; only starting to when Brandy nudged him.

Soon the photo session had run its course, and Cassy felt a bit disappointed. She was enjoying herself finally, even if she wished she could see her husbands reaction to it all.

At the end of it all, Brandy was whispering into Tyson’s ear. Tyson then stepped close to Cassy, towering over her. “So Brandy said you really liked the photo of her in the room. Would you like to try a bit of that? Can I take some photos of you tied up? I’m sure they’ll turn out great, and who knows, you may even get on that wall yourself.”

“I’m not so–” Cassy was about to reply when Brandy grabbed her and rushed her to the changing room. She reached into a bin under the drawer and pulled out a scarlet rope.

“Trust me, you don’t want to say no to this. Now go to the bathroom and come back out. It’s a pain to have to end it because of mother nature.” Cassy didn’t know why, but she listened to Brandy’s orders

Stepping out of the bathroom, Brandy commanded, “It will be so much fun. Give me your arms.” Cassy trusting the woman, and still turned on, not wanting the experience to end, gave Brandy her arms willingly. “This is a rope corset. It’s a good one for beginners. It puts rope all the way up your forearms tying them together and it will spread out your body weight over a larger service area. Okay, let’s get out there. And before I forget, yellow if it’s getting uncomfortable and red to stop, okay?”

Brandy essentially dragged Cassy out of the room, it was all happening so fast, and plopped her in front of Tyson. “Now lift your arms over your head.” Cassy complied. As she was lifting, Tyson picked her up with incredible ease. His strong arms using no effort to lift her small frame.

Brandy, at the same time, reached up and placed a hook between the ropes.

Tyson let go, stepped back and grabbed a camera. Cassy was now hanging there, not uncomfortably, but it was straining her a bit. Her feet were a foot from the ground and her face was at the same level as Brandy’s. She enjoyed this feeling, of being at their mercy, of hanging there as an object on display, an object to be photographed like a museum piece.

Just as she was getting used to all of this, and after Tyson took a surprising number of photos, considering what few things Cassy could do in the position. Cassy felt strong hands caress her back, but could not turn to see who. They reached around and felt her stomach, glided their hands up to the underside of Cassy’s breasts. Cassy still didn’t know who it was, as she was closing her eyes, and letting out soft moans, excited yet fearful of the touch.

Suddenly, the hands grabbed at her bottoms and ripped them away. She was exposed to them all. With great speed, those hands lifted her legs and started to support her body weight, spreading her for the world. Remembering the safe words–Cassy was about to yell red, but a tongue dived deep into her asshole, licking and prodding, sending waves of pleasure and giggles of tickles up her spine. Cassy let out a loud moan that drowned out the sound of the camera shutter and any desire to say red.

Brandy was kneeling on the ground when she pulled her tongue out of Cassy’s ass long enough to tease her. “Told you I could eat you.”

The lack of stimulation allowed Cassy to come to her senses a bit, and softy moan between breaths, “No, no, n–my husband–not here to–”

Brandy dove back in, nibbling at Cassy’s thighs, making long strokes over her hole, trying to force her tongue as deep into Cassy as her body would allow. This changed Cassy’s ‘noes’ to excited ‘yeses’.

This went on for what seemed like eternity, driving Cassy closer and closer to an orgasm, Brandy’s talented mouth getting her so close.

Brandy finally relented and stepped away. Cassy’s ‘yeses’ now turning into soft whimpers. She looked up to see what Tyson thought of all this as he took pictures, but she could not see him.

As if on cue, with the realization that the men were no where to be seen, she got something new probing at her ass, something decidedly harder and thicker than Brandy’s tongue. A cock began to glide into her readied hole. Strong arms reached under her knees and supported her weight, allowing her ass to open wider and accept more of the cock burying itself into her.

The feelings were just too great, the pressure in her arms, the cock spreading her asshole, the strong arms holding her up, helping her to bounce on the cock to drive it deeper. Cassy called out, “No, no, no, yes, yes, yes.” Her fear dissolving away as an orgasm brought itself upon her; helping her to squeeze and pleasure the cock inside her.

Just as she was getting used to the one invader, James stepped in front her, holding his hard cock, pointing it at her pussy. Cassy’s eyes went wide. She was not prepared for this, didn’t lube up, did not finger herself first. All she could do was say, “No, no, no, no,” until it turned into ‘yeses’ as the other invading member took up its space in her.

James was grinning as he forced his way into her pussy. “Just don’t say red, and remember what hubby’s note said, ‘Just go with it.'”

Cassy barely registered what was said. She’d lost all control; she was just two holes for these men to use. They must have worked together a lot because they both rhythmically filled her holes and pulled out in sync, sending more waves of pleasure. At one point, they stopped moving their hips and simply raised and lifted her body, using Cassy like a sex toy stroking themselves with her pussy and ass.

Brandy had climbed round and knocked Cassy’s hand off of the hook, and Cassy’s full weight was being supported by these cocks. They were fully buried in her and she could take it no longer and came again. Squirting onto James and making the floor below very wet.

“We’ll clean that up later, lets got to the bed now. A slippery floor is dangerous.” Tyson said. Cassy tried to put her legs down thinking they’d walk to the room, maybe get a breather. No, Tyson kept her legs pinned and she bounced on his cock as he walked her into the bedroom, little orgasmic aftershocks and jets of squirt spraying out, as Tyson bounced her to the room.

Once in the room. Tyson gently placed her on all fours and proceeded to mercilessly pound her ass. Brandy helping by pouring more lube on Cassy and Tyson. Cassy’s arms still tied, and at the mercy of the group, she simply took it, letting them use her. Enjoying being an object, cumming and fucking.

“Fuck, time to come.” Tyson lifted Cassy again and flipped her over, removing her from his dick with a pop. He proceed to pull her hair and put her face right in front of his dick. Instinctively, Cassy stuck her tongue out, but Tyson slapped her, saying, “Shut your mouth. It’s going all on that pretty face.” Cassy did as she was told, while Tyson stroked in front her.

So much cum splashed on her face, the warm soothing the sting of the slap. Some was about to drip down from her chin onto her breasts, when she was laid back down. The cum, instead, spreading across her face.

James was now between her legs, deciding which hole. With the amount of lube that he added, it was quite obvious, Cassy’s rectum was going to get another work out. Her pussy convulsed and asshole clenched as James proceeded to use her for his own pleasure.

“Lick,” was the only thing Brandy said, and she stepped over Cassy’s face and planted her pussy onto Cassy. Brandy ground her cunt into Cassy, spreading the cum over herself and forcing Cassy to eat it, while she enjoyed the show of James’ big dick going in and out of Cassy’s little asshole.

Cassy found it hard to breathe, hard to focus, hard to do anything as her ass was being assaulted, but she wanted to please Brandy as much as she pleased her. ‘SMACK’ A painful strike, a loud crack came from her tits, distracting her even further.

“I’m going to abuse these perky tits of yours while you dive into my pussy, you whore,” Brandy moaned out, enjoying her new friend’s tongue. She proceeded to slap and smack Cassy’s tits, turning them a deep red.

“James, I want you to come in this slut while I come on her face. Please James, come for me–not for this whore.” Brandy smacked Cassy a few more times before she grabbed James’ nipples and proceeded to force her tongue into his mouth.