Dressing Up Ch. 03

"Shit," Mark said, as we came back to my dorm from putting our magazine of pictures of me stripping out of the bat costume and fucking Mark in newspaper boxes around campus. "Rob will know it's you if he sees the pictures."

He was right. So Mark called Rob and had him come over to my dorm. We all needed to talk. We were lucky that Rob was a night owl - he was still up at 2am.

Rob looked like he thought he was in trouble. Maybe he thought I'd just learned about what he did with Mark's phone and my snapchats. And maybe he thought I was mad. I figured I could play on his fear.

"I heard what you did last week. Who have you told about those pictures?"

"No one, I swear."

"It's going to stay that way. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to make it worth your while to keep your mouth shut."

I told Rob about how turned on I got taking the pictures he saw, and then I told him that there were more pictures that got even sexier. Rob was itching to see them.

"If you show me those pictures, I'll never tell anyone."

"I'll do you one better. I'm showing the pictures to the whole campus. In fact, they're on newsstands now."

I took one of the copies of the magazine that we'd saved and gave it to Rob. He opened it and paged through it, his eyes widening at every page. And then he realized the urgency of my situation.

"I'm the only one who knows it's you in these pictures. And they're all over campus."

"Exactly. Now you know how much I want you to keep your mouth shut. What can make that happen?"

Rob was kind of an ass, but I figured he wouldn't demand to fuck me. That was beyond the pale, even for him. But as he thought, I imagined what he might demand. Maybe he wanted Mark's role for the next photoshoot. Maybe he wanted his cock inside me on the dance floor while I wore that banana costume. I was surprised by how much I liked that image and looked at his crotch. There was definitely a bulge. Involuntarily, I licked my lips.

Rob was thinking for a long time, which gave my imagination a chance to run wild. Maybe Rob would ask to film my next costumed adventure. I thought about the outfits Mark had bought me. Maybe he'd have me in the peek-a-boo bra and crotchless panty set. Maybe he'd tie me up, exposed to the camera while he or Mark or maybe another man licked my exposed flesh and explored my bared pussy.

I was getting wet again when I was supposed to be mad.

Rob decided. "You're making another magazine?"

"Probably."

"I want in. I'll make you a website. And I want to expand it to video, too. Let me take pictures and video and it'll be our secret, just the three of us."

I looked at Mark. He smiled and nodded. This would be fun, right?

"Ok," I said, and we got started.

We apparently weren't going to get to sleep that night. Rob was excited about the new project and started brainstorming website names and sketching page layouts. Mark suggested we start taking pictures for the next magazine, and I started browsing Yandy.com, the website where we'd ordered the outfits, marveling at the array of things to show myself off in.

By 4am, though, I was pooped. I kicked the boys out, extracted another promise from Rob to keep his mouth shut if he ever wanted to be part of our fun, and kissed Mark goodnight.

The next day, the campus was buzzing. TV crews had started to arrive on campus by the time I woke up around eleven. The student newspaper's twitter was, well, a-twitter with reports about where the sex magazine was and who thought who had made it.

The campus Christians were up in arms. The campus feminist groups were split.

All because I got turned on when thinking about showing my body to the whole campus.

I checked the email we'd set up and put on the magazines - more than a hundred messages. A lot of them just wanted to know who we were; a bunch of them wrote to condemn us. Three messages seemed to come for people really eager to join in. A great start for this sexy little whim.

Mark, Rob, and I had agreed to reconvene in the evening to try on another costume and see what happened. But before then, I had to go to class.

I slid into the back of my chemistry lecture a minute after class started and sat next to my friend Jenny.

"Did you see the magazine that everyone's talking about?"

"I just got out of bed. What magazine?"

"All the newspaper boxes on campus were stuffed with this porno mag of a girl in a bat costume stripping and getting fucked."

"Yeah?"

"But apparently her face wasn't in any of the pictures."

"Weird."

"But it was still really hot. And rumor is that it's an underground sex club's advertisement."

"Oh?"

"There's an email address in it that you can send an email to asking to join."

"Huh."

"I'm thinking about it. I mean, how hot would it be to have all of the guys on campus jerking off to pictures of you without even knowing it?"

"Pretty hot. You should do it."

"I don't know if I'm brave enough. But I sure as hell want Paul to be looking at me the same way he was looking at that magazine."

Paul was the studly guy Jenny had been lusting after since freshman year. He'd only gotten handsomer, but Jenny had convinced herself that she was in the friend zone.

"Why don't you ask him if he wants to take audition shots of you to send to that email address?"

Jenny giggled, interrupting the lecture. We were quiet for the rest of class.

When the lecture ended, Jenny looked at me with a very serious face. "I might just do that," she said.

I had to get some schoolwork done before the modeling session that night, so I headed to the library. All anyone could talk about was my magazine. Apparently there were very few copies circulating and everyone wanted to see them.

"Didn't Hannah go as a bat for halloween?"

I eagerly eavesdropped.

"Yeah, but she had leather pants, not those short-shorts."

"I know those tits - I think I saw them at a Sigma Delta Tau party."

"Maybe this'll encourage my girlfriend to dress up for me. I'd love to take that bat costume off of her!"

I wasn't going to get any work done with these conversations around, so I spent the next few hours in a private study room. By the time I finished my homework, it was five pm and I was famished, so I grabbed a slice of pizza on my walk back to the dorm.

I'd just gotten out of the shower when Mark and Rob knocked on the door. I answered in my towel.

"Is this the outfit we're doing next?" Rob was a real joker.

"Come in, guys. I'll just be a minute."

I finished drying off in the bathroom while the guys went into my room. I'd brought a clean pair of black lace panties to the bathroom with me, but didn't expect company so soon, so I had nothing to wear on top.

Here goes, I guess.

I walked into my room with as much sex as I could muster, swinging my hips, and covering my tits with an arm.

The boys were sitting on my bed. Rob was speechless. Mark pulled me in for a kiss, sliding his hands around me to cup my ass. I kissed him, hard. And then I forgot myself and wrapped my arms around him, pulling his face to mine, then to my neck, and then to my tits.

Rob's hand went to his crotch and I realized that I'd just shown him my tits. He was going to see them anyway, I guess.

"What do you say, fellows? Should we get started?"

Mark went to the box of outfits from Yandy.com and brought out the apron, pasties, and bowtie set.

We opened the package and took a look. The apron was as wide as my hips, a semi-circle that would extend from my hips a couple of inches down my thighs and tie in the back. My ass would be totally exposed. The heart-shaped pasties would cover my nipples, but that was it on top. And the bowtie looked more like a collar around my neck.

"What're you waiting for?" Rob asked, eager to start.

I held the apron up to my hips and Mark tied a bow in the back. And we slipped on the bowtie, leaving only the pasties, which Mark carefully applied.

I looked in the mirror. I was sexy. The pasties and tiny apron highlighted just how naked I was and showed off my hard abs and toned legs. My breasts didn't need any support and looked tantalizing with just the nipples covered. I looked like the sexiest French maid.

Rob, clearly, agreed. He didn't even try to hide the bulge in his pants. He reached for my camera, which was still on my bedside table. He took a picture of me looking at myself in the mirror, my panty-clad ass on display and my front visible in the mirror.

Rob directed me to pose in various positions, reaching in the air, crawling on the bed, dusting the headboard with a feather duster he'd found in my closet.

And then he had me remove the panties, which weren't part of the outfit anyway. I bent over, dragging the panties down my legs, and Rob snapped pictures of my bared ass. Rob had me toy with the apron, lifting it to show that I didn't have anything on underneath, but keeping my pussy hidden.

I was enjoying teasing Rob, the camera, and Mark, still sitting on the bed, absent-mindedly stroking his cock through his jeans. I wanted to touch myself, too, but I was committed to following Rob's instructions. That, after all, was the deal. I was getting wetter anyway, and I knew that the long tease would have me ready to pounce on anything and anyone soon enough.

I'd become the wanton slut in those pictures.

After having me cup my breasts and push them together to highlight some sexy cleavage, Rob had an idea.

"Strip," he said to Mark. "I need your cock."

Mark looked at him quizzically.

"Not like that. I need your cock in the pictures."

Mark stripped.

Rob had me face the camera and positioned Mark behind me.

Mark's cock pressed into my ass and lower back, making me even hornier.

Rob came over to us to get our limbs aligned. He was standing very close to me. I could feel his breath on my shoulder as he grabbed Mark's hips and pulled him tighter into me, and Mark shifting forward pushed me an inch forward. My face was at Rob's neck, and his bulging crotch was touching my apron.

Suddenly I wanted Rob closer. I shifted another inch forward and Rob's bulge was pressing into my pussy through the apron and his jeans. Since Mark and I weren't close enough for Rob again, Rob pulled Mark closer to me. I stood still and Rob stayed planted on the ground, but pulling Mark in brought our chests together. My pasty-covered tits brushed Rob's chest.

I was getting overwhelmed, pressed between two aroused men, one naked behind me with his cock pushing into my ass crack and the other fully clothed with his bulge rubbing my pussy.

Rob stepped back, breaking the spell, and took Mark's hands and moved them to my hips.

Rob took a picture.

Mark slipped a hand under my apron, inching towards my pussy.

Rob took a picture.

Mark's hand slid further down. My pussy ached. My head arched back into Mark.

Rob took a picture.

"Kiss her neck."

Mark leaned in for a kiss at the same time as his fingers found my pussy lips. I cooed with pleasure.

Rob took a picture.

"Put your cock between her legs."

Mark adjusted his cock so his seven inches nestled between my thighs. His cock pressed upward into my pussy. I moaned.

The apron covered the action, which puzzled Rob. He kneeled, putting his camera at crotch level. "Lift the apron a bit, Mark."

Mark lifted the apron until his cock was visible to Rob's camera. Rob took a picture.

"Can you get Mark's cock to glisten with your pussy juice?"

I knew how to do that. I bent over and reached between my legs until I found Mark's cock. Slowly, I guided it to my wet entrance. I leaned back just a bit. I groaned as the head of Mark's cock entered me. Mark sighed.

I leaned back slowly, letting Mark's cock ease into my pussy until all of it was inside me. Mark's hands went to my hips, holding me there.

The camera's noise shook me out of my reverie. Rob took another picture. Rob laid on the floor between my legs, pointing the camera at Mark's cock in my pussy.

"Now slowly pull out."

I didn't want Mark to ever leave my pussy.

But Mark pulled out, Rob snapping pictures the whole way.

Rob posed us back as we were, with Mark's cock between my legs, but this time the cock was glistening with my pussy juice, just as Rob wanted. Mark lifted the apron, showing me off to the camera. And then Mark brought his hand to my pussy.

Mark spread my lips for the camera, showing off how turned on I was. He spread my lips around the length of his gently thrusting cock. And then he found my clit with his fingers.

I went wild, and Rob's camera caught every moment of it.

I needed that cock back inside me.

But Rob had other ideas.

Rob had me lay on the bed, my legs splayed, the apron on disarray, my pussy on display.

Rob stood at the foot of the bed, snapping photos. Then he came around to stand next to my head to take pictures of me from the other side.

Rob's bulging jeans were just inches from my face, and I was quivering with arousal. I couldn't help myself.

I reached for Rob's pants as he took pictures of my legs, which writhed as I ached for my pussy to be filled.

I unfastened his pants and tugged them down. Rob's cock stood at attention right next to my face.

So I slid over to him. I needed that cock. Any cock. I put Rob's cock in my mouth. He took pictures.

After a few quick tugs on his cock with my mouth and hands, I pulled Rob onto the bed and as I pulled off his shirt, Mark took the camera.

I paused for a moment, trying to figure out what, exactly, I wanted.

Two naked men looked at me. Rob was nude on his back on the bed, and Mark was a yard away, snapping pictures of me. I kneeled on the bed, straddling Rob, my dripping pussy maybe six inches from his hard cock. I was still in the pasties and bowtie. And the apron was around my waist.

Mark stepped closer, snapping photos.

I couldn't decide. So I reached behind my back to untie my apron.

Mark kept taking pictures.

I threw the apron on the floor, which left me nude in pasties and a bowtie, straddling Rob.

I inched up Rob's body, getting closer and closer to his cock. Mark kept coming closer to us, taking pictures despite the jealousy that flashed across his face.

I hovered over Rob's cock, my hungry pussy two inches above his hard cock.

Rob flexed his cock. The tip grazed my wet pussy for an instant.

Then he lifted his hips, pressing his cock into my pussy.

Involuntarily, I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my pussy along the length of his manhood.

I moaned. Rob groaned. And Mark took pictures.

It wasn't right. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked. But not by Rob. Teasing him was turning me on, but I just couldn't do it.

I grabbed the camera from Mark and handed it to Rob. I pressed my pussy into his cock one last time, making sure to coat it in my wetness. And then I stood up and went to Mark.

"Tell me what to do, Rob. Direct me."

Rob cleared his throat. "Uh, Mark, sit down on that chair."

Mark sat on the chair.

"Christine, take off the pasties and set them on the chair between Mark's legs."

"Now sit on Mark's lap. Mark - hold on to her tits."

I set myself down on Mark's lap, making sure that his cock was in front of me and rubbing my pussy. Mark grabbed my tits and squeezed.

Rob took pictures.

I rubbed Mark's cock as he pinched my nipples. I put on my lustiest face and begged the camera to fuck me with my eyes.

"Fuck me already," I shouted as Mark got my engine going.

Mark slipped his cock inside my wanting pussy and began to thrust. I wouldn't last long - I was more ready than I'd ever been for a royal fucking.

Rob kept taking pictures for a minute, and then he set the camera down. He approached Mark and me on the chair. I leaned forward and put a hand on Rob's chest as Mark fucked me. My other hand found its way to Rob's cock, and then, before I knew it, I had him in my mouth. Stuffed from both ends, I felt my orgasm barreling ahead. I came in wave after wave, and was filled with spunk in short order in my pussy and my mouth.

I leaned back into Mark as his shrinking cock slipped out of me. Rob had gotten the camera again and was snapping away, capturing my exhausted, over-sexed body covered in cum.

"This is issue two," I growled.