“Stand with your legs apart and your arms away from your body,” said Ally. “And close your eyes.”
“What’s this?” asked Lois, her curiosity piqued.
“Body glitter,” replied Ally. “I’ll do you and then you can do me. It will stick to our oiled skin when I blow it on to you out of my hand. I’ll blow a little in your hair too.”
“Oh! That’s different,” exclaimed Lois.
“We need an edge against those other two bitches!” laughed Ally.
“Agreed!” giggled Lois, nervously.
When they were done with the body glitter, both women took stock of themselves and each other in the full length mirror behind them.
Earlier, they had showered together, washing each other’s bodies and shampooing each other’s hair. Then they dried and styled one another’s hair. Ally had Lois remove her extensions before they got in the shower and now their hair was about the same length, so they dried and styled it the same, with their wavy hair curling outward at their shoulders.
Before applying their makeup, each woman had oiled the other’s body and had lubed each other’s asses with silicon oil. Neither woman was wearing jewelry, fearing it would get snagged with so many bodies in such close quarters. Ally had insisted that they both apply flesh-toned rouge to their lips, nipples and labia, and Lois had to admit, it looked sexy.
As they took stock of each other in the mirror, Ally had one final idea. Reaching into the back of the same drawer the glitter had come from, Ally retrieved two black leather collars, one had a gold plate with the word ‘Whore’ etched into it, and the other said ‘Slut’ on its metal plate. Both collars were studded with short stainless steel spikes.
“You pick,” said Ally holding the collars up in front of Lois. “Slut or Whore?”
“Oh, whore by all means,” replied Lois. “Dan asked me if I was his whore in bed earlier, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint him!”
“Then I guess I’m the slut,” said Ally with a wicked grin. “But I already knew THAT!”
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As Ally and Lois walked down the darkened hallway toward the great room hand in hand, the could hear the murmur of voices just out of view. When they got to the end of the hallway, they paused, standing hidden in the shadows for a couple of minutes taking in the scene.
“Oh Wow!” whispered Lois breathily. “Dan has been busy.”
“He takes his craft seriously, baby,” whispered Ally admiringly. “You’ve got a filmmaker in the making there.”
As Ally and Lois continued to watch, they saw the double-mattress in front of the fireplace with the sex toys from her nightstand drawer arrayed next to it. Also piled next to the toys was a bottle of silicone oil and several neatly piled moistened towels. Lois and Ally looked at each other knowingly. Neither of them had to verbalize what both of them were thinking―there was going to be a lot of ass play!
Ally also noticed that the big faux bearskin comforter from the hassock-style chest at the foot of her bed was spread atop the mattress. It was much larger than the mattress and the corners had been neatly tucked underneath. The actual bear skin was spread atop the fake one.
Most impressive was the lighting truss that stood just to the left of the fireplace. Mounted atop the truss was the Red Ranger video camera. It was angled down, with the mattress framed in the center.
This was immediately obvious to both Ally and Lois, because the image from the camera was projected on the 84 inch TV mounted above the fireplace. Looking more closely, they could see the cable connecting the camera to the back of the TV.
Lois saw two black plastic contraptions on the mantle that hadn’t been there before.
“What are those things on the mantle?” whispered Lois.
“I think they’re strobes, remote flash units for my husband’s camera,” answered Ally. “It looks like they’re pointed at the ceiling for some reason.”
As the two women continued to stand in the shadows watching, Dan moved to the edge of the mattress with some sort of remote in his hand. Looking up, Ally saw that he was using the remote to zoom in and out with the video camera and move it back and forth.
Ally looked up and saw that the camera was mounted on some additional piece of equipment that allowed him to pan the camera to the left and right, and then up and down, as he controlled it with the remote.
“Lay down in the middle of the mattress,” ordered Dan as he looked toward Sandy, who seemed only too eager to accommodate.
“Like this, baby?” replied Sandy as she lay back on the dark brown bearskin with her knees drawn up to her ass and her thighs spread wide apart. Sandy also used her hands to press her substantial breasts together as she provocatively vamped for the overhead camera and watched herself on the large TV screen.
“Yeah, perfect,” replied Dan as he zoomed the overhead video camera in and out. At the same time, he pressed the shutter release on the Hasselblad to activate the strobes, creating bursts of light. Dan watched the TV closely to see how the quick flashes of light affected the video image on the screen.
The light bursts caused the image on the large screen to blur momentarily before coming back into sharp focus. Dan nodded his head affirmatively. The effect wasn’t too distracting. It had a sort of an artistic flair to it that was mildly appealing. He could live with that.
“Is that all, baby?” asked the attention starved Sandy. “Do you want me to do anything else?”
“Why don’t you squirm around a bit,” suggested Dan. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you close your eyes and get yourself off for the cameras.”
“It would be my pleasure, baby!” gushed Sandy as her fingers disappeared into her pussy as she lifted her ass off the furry bearskin, rocking her hips back and forth. She was pleased to hear the murmur of approval from her audience.
Dan had the Hasselblad’s large eyecup pressed against his eye as he snapped photos, with the two strobes flashing each time he took another photo, bouncing soft diffused light off the ceiling and onto Sandy’s lush body.
Dan constantly zoomed in and out. First Dan zeroed in on Sandy’s wet pussy as her fingers found her clit and then on her face as she licked her lips with her face mirroring the pleasure she was feeling.
Zooming the camera out to a medium shot, Dan captured more of Sandy’s voluptuous body in frame, as he explored Sandy’s lush, fleshy body. At slightly over six feet tall, Sandy was an imposing, beautiful woman, a real glamamazon.
Her flaxen blonde hair was shoulder length and luxuriously full. A shock of her well coifed wavy hair hung down over the right side of her face. Sandy’s dazzling blue eyes peeked out sexily from beneath the unruly strand of blonde hair.
Sandy looked like the voluptuous actress from the Fellini movie who famously danced in a fountain, or like the iconic nude image of Marilyn Monroe that graced 1950’s calendars. Sandy’s lush, fleshy body proudly proclaimed her sexuality, and that her libido knew no limits.
What nature hadn’t provided, Sandy supplemented with the help of her Beverly Hills cosmetic surgeon. Sandy came from Texas oil money and daddy had always given her everything she wanted. Even though he had long since passed, the trust fund she inherited assured her that daddy’s little girl would continue to get whatever she wanted.
Sandy’s body had been sculpted into its current curvaceous hourglass figure with the aid of a surgeon’s scalpel. Sandy’s breasts were filled with 800 cc silicone implants that left her nipples constantly aroused. They were the best money could buy.
Sandy also had a Rhinoplasty, a nose job, and she had the buccal fat removed from her cheeks, giving her that high cheek boned look preferred by glamourous fashion models from the pages of magazines such as Vogue.
At 37-25-35, Sandy’s DD breasts were the first thing you noticed about her. Her light pink nipples were as large and round as six nickels stacked on top of each other. Sandy’s three inch areolas were light pink and studded with pebbled bumps. They cried out to be sucked.
Sandy proudly strutted around with her breasts thrust out in front of her as though they were her calling card. As a true daughter of Texas, Sandy wanted everything about her to be big, except her ass. And her surgeon’s scalpel had helped accommodate that on two occasions as well.
As a teenager Sandy had read about Madame de Pompadour, King Louis XV’s famously glamourous and voluptuous mistress. It was said that her breasts “proceeding her by half an hour.” Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Marquise de Pompadour immediately became Sandy’s lifelong role model.
As Dan snapped away, memorializing every inch of Sandy’s lush body, the golden light from the fireplace and candles reflected off Sandy’s oiled, flawlessly creamy and lightly tanned flesh.
Sandy’s pronounced mons protruded above her hairless pussy, much as her breasts protruded from her chest. And below, like everything else about her body, Sandy’s labia were large and engorged, like Botox filled lips.
As Dan explored Sandy’s body, the thought occurred to him that her body was built for sex―lots of sex―sex with multiple men at the same time. For a moment, he tried to conjure a mental image, but then abandoned the thought. He knew that very soon, as part of his script he had just concocted, he would be filming just that.
“What a SLUT!” hissed Lois in a whisper from the hallway as she and Ally watched Sandy loudly, energetically and shamelessly masturbate for everyone.
“Maybe I should give her my collar?” was Ally’s whispered and catty reply, trying not to giggle too loudly and reveal their presence in the shadows.
“M-A-Y ― B-E!” agreed Lois drawing out the word sarcastically as she watched Sandy extend her hand toward Bree.
“Baby! Come and help me,” begged Sandy theatrically, as she looked over at Bree, who was sitting on her son’s lap. “Please, baby! PLEASE!”
Answering Sandy’s plea, Bree slinked over to the edge of the mattress and slowly crouched down on her hands and knees like a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey. Bree crawled like a predator toward Sandy, straddling her in the sixty-nine position and lowered her head between Sandy’s widely spread thighs.
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