Posh’s Dilemma – Chapter Five “The Finale”.
This story is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
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“Look at this,” remarked Stu to the others as he salivated at the gorgeous sight presented by Victoria. ” Well you certainly followed orders to look good. Oh and don’t worry lads we’re all rich ‘cos I’ve seen the cash. It’s in a box next door.”
Posh looked round at the make shift photography studio in Carl’s bedroom. Each boy had a camera, digital no
doubt, and seemed intent on taking part in the session. She felt strangely aroused.
Carl stood facing her.
“Victoria, come here,” He said with an air of confidentiality.
She wandered over to him.
“Listen I have tried to make this easy. We all have cameras but you will be playing to me in the shoot okay.”
Posh was grateful, at least she would be able to really enjoy and not just endure the act she would soon be performing.
“Thanks Carl, but once I have become familiar with a lover, I like to become a little more domineering, if you know what I mean.”
Carl didn’t, but was sure it would only add to the enjoyment, so he just smiled. His level of arousal now high, he reached down to his groin and adjusted his stiffening cock at the thought of her posing for him.
“Close your mouth, Stu,” Posh said casually as she returned confidently into the centre of the room. He had seen her stocking tops and noticed the enticing way in which her hips swayed as she walked.
She felt good, so alive and in control, her body pulsed with excited sensations as she posed and turned for Carl’s approval. Victoria spun around, the mini skirt riding higher on her legs briefly revealing her tanned thighs above the stocking tops and a flash of the little white knickers that concealed her increasingly wet pussy.
The cameras flashed.
“Like it?” she asked sexily, flashing her dark eyes and a beaming smile at the stunned Carl.
His eyes flicked up and down her body as he nodded silently in response. All of the others stared at their beautiful subject their faces fixed with a huge smile and a massive bulge in the front of each pair of trousers.
Her voice lowered to a thick velvety purr.
“Would you like to see me naked, Carl?”
His cock twitched visibly within the confines of his trousers, his face was flushed and excited.
“Yes,” he replied in a hoarse whisper.
“Then strip off yourself and take the pictures of me while you’re naked.”
Carl was stunned and not sure what to do but a glance at Posh’s lovely body however convinced him to start unbuttoning his shirt. The young man pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his jeans undoing them and letting them fall to the floor.
Enjoying himself now he eased his underpants over his erect cock and slipped them down.
Carl was a fit yound man and Posh looked with a genuine longing at his sleak body as the cameras began to snap.
Then she began to pose using all of her professional talent and expertise. Victoria posed sitting, standing, bending, crossing her legs, raising her skirt a little and kneeling on all fours whilst Carl and his mates clicked away. All the time she pouted her lovely full lips and stared with a wide-eyed innocence designed to portray her in the most sexually attractive manner possible.
The pumping excitement within her rose to a state of high arousal as they settled into a routine where she posed and they clicked.
Posh noticed Carl’s ever hardening cock and found herself moistening at the thought of having him inside her again. However, she fought the temptation and continued to prolong his agony until they all got what they wanted.
Victoria had done all that she could whilst she was fully clothed and she knew that they had an expectation beyond that. She breathed deeply, kicked off her shoes and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. The camera’s clicked wildly now and Posh noticed that all the boys were stroking their exposed erections.
She pulled the two halves of her blouse apart to reveal breasts that were pushed together and up into a firm inviting swell by the tight, lacy black bra that she wore. Posh began to gyrate her hips slowly offering her groin in thrusting little jerks as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders.
“Fuck me!” Carl uttered in amazed excitement.
“I fully intend to!” Victoria breathed seductively.
Her hands reached up her back to the bra strap as she continued to gyrate in a hypnotic motion of pure lust. The camera’s flashed again.
“Do you really want to screw me Carl,” she teased.
He couldn’t speak now. His throat was completely dry.
She slipped the bra off her shoulders to free her breasts.
“Shit!” remarked Stu, “Look how hard her nipples are!”
“Want more of this boys?” Posh whispered with delight as she cupped and fondled her breasts.
“I’d love to suck on them,” one boy’s dry and excited voice uttered longingly.
“Yeah to feel your tits and to get my cock in between them,” continued Stu.
Victoria knelt on her haunches with her knees wide apart. Carl could see underneath her little skirt and the thinly covered pussy beneath her tight knickers.
“I’m sure you would, Stu,” she almost groaned back at him.
Victoria began pulling and squeezing at her hard nipples. She stood and walked over to Carl swaying her hips seductively, her groin just inches from his face, as she kneaded her breasts for his benefit.
Again she began gyrating her hips; her hands smoothed down over her thighs and began to travel slowly back up again with the hem of her skirt trapped between. Posh’s mouth was open and head back, her bare breasts were undulating gently with the motion of her body. Her legs were wide apart and her knees parted, bent slightly to expose her upper thighs.
Carl’s eyes followed the slow progress of her skirt as it moved ever upward over the taut slender thighs and the tops of her stockings to the wet warmth beyond. He gasped aloud as his cock almost exploded without any physical contact.
The cameras still snapped.
“Oh Victoria, please let me fuck you,” Carl begged.
She punched loose the side buttons, wound down the zip and threw the short skirt aside to stand just inches from his face in her brief high cut knickers and black stockings. Victoria turned, smoothing her hands down over the curve of her buttocks, the fingers spread and caressing her bare flesh gently. She sighed and moaned to add to the effect as her fingernails moved across the pure white material of her underwear.
“My pussy is so wet, boys, and in need of some attention.” She oozed sex.
“Let me fuck you, you teasing slut,” shouted Stu desperately. She had them in the palm of her hand and she knew it. She was having a great time. Never had she felt so alive before.
Victoria turned to face Stu, hooking her thumbs in the side-strings of her knickers high up on her hips.
“Shall I?” she teased. “Do you want to see it?”
He nodded several times in rapid succession, unable to speak, the words emerging as just low inaudible whispers.
“Ask me nicely then. You have to beg me.”
“Please Posh, please. Let me see your cunt.”
The incredible feeling that flowed through Victoria had brought her close to an orgasm, and she hovered there so near the peak yet still savoring the heady sensations given to her by her striptease.
She moved to Carl and began to edge the knickers slowly down over her hips. Her eyes roamed from his face down his body and she noticed his twitching cock in all of its glory.
Posh landed a stinging slap across his face that jarred his head roughly to the side. Her pussy spasmed with ecstasy as she landed a blow on the excited young man.
Her knickers slid down over her hips and thighs, sticking momentarily in the folds of her soaking wet lips.
The entire room gasped in complete awe. Victoria kicked the knickers aside and stood before Carl.
“On your knees,” she ordered.
Her body throbbed as his eyes fixed a stare straight between her legs. She was moving unstoppably toward her climax as the powerful thrill of control surged through her.
Posh moved forward, her hands grasping urgently at his hair, her fingers entwining harshly as she pulled him onto her to crush his face hard against her pussy.
“Lick me out!” she demanded urgently.
Her hips pushed forward and her hands pulled his head to her as his tongue lapped frantically at her hard clitoris. Several cameras flashed at the same time.
Victoria bucked and shuddered, her head back and body tensed to receive the wonderful attention from her lover. She cried out, a long and animal-like growl of deep satisfaction came from her throat as she came to her orgasm. A violent series of frantic convulsions shook her body as she reached a stunning climax.
Posh pushed his head away revealing the sticky juices that adorned his face. She rocked unsteadily back towards the centre of the room.
“Fuck me,” she breathed desperately to Carl.
She got down onto all fours and groaned aloud as he moved, gripped her hips and knelt behind her, the head of his throbbing cock easily finding the soaking open lips of her pussy. She gasped as he pushed fully up inside her, the warm feel of his stiff rod so welcome after her wanton display. Her body shook and her breasts swung as they hung beneath her. She could hear the frantic pounding of the excited Carl fucking her for all he was worth. Posh lowered herself onto her elbows, her face resting on the carpet so that he could get deeper inside her as he pulled her hips back onto each savage thrust of his groin.
The cameras flashed to unbelieving gasps of delight when Victoria cried out once again, not caring who heard her as the seccond wave of orgasmic pleasure shook her body. Thrusting back she ground her buttocks wildly against Carl’s thrusting in a desperate search for greater satisfaction.
Carl howled as his cock jerked several times before he groaned aloud, he pulled out of her and let great white arcs of sperm jet all over her bottom and back.
The cameras clicked for the final time.
Posh collapsed exhausted on the floor. She lay clad only in her black stockings. Carl lay equally shattered alongside her. The rest of the gang stood motionless. They had even stopped wanking themselves. The show had been fantastic, beyond their wildest dreams, and now they had been shocked into stunned silence.
Slowly the boys came back down to earth and Stu started a slow clap. One by one the others joined in and before long Posh was enjoying a crazy, surreal, tumultuous round of applause.
She smiled to herself knowing that she had performed well and she felt safe in the knowledge that, ultimately, her reputation had been protected.
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Epilogue
Victoria Beckham was enjoying a cool glass of chilled white wine on the terrace overlooking her back garden. The appalling events of a few weeks ago were becoming a distant memory, as she basked in the sun risking her skin to the warm rays dressed only in a brief white bikini.
“Hi babe,” David came up behind and kissed her neck. “Have you seen this?”
He dropped a magazine, clearly a top shelf glossy, into her lap. Posh spluttered and her wine spilled onto her bare thigh.
“Bollocks,” she hissed quietly.
“Sorry babe,” David apologised, “I shouldn’t just show you things like that. But look inside and look at the spread on the reader’s girlfriends. How much is she like you? She is the spitting image. In fact, if I didn’t know better I’d say it was you – if I didn’t know better.” He laughed and ruffled her hair.
“I’m going for a shower.”
Posh waited until he had disappeared and then picked up the magazine. She flicked nervously to the pages to which David had referred and she stared in a shock at the lewd striptease shown in all its pornographic glory. She had to admit they were kind of, well kind of – good, very good in fact! They were very sexy and the adrenalin rush of that morning in Carl’s apartment came flooding back.
Posh stared at the pages until her eyes lost their focus and she felt a damp warmth between her thighs. Reaching into her bag she felt for her mobile phone. Pausing to reflect on what she was about to do, she glanced over her shoulder to check that David was nowhere around.
Smiling to herself she searched for Carl’s number and swallowed hard in nervous anticipation as she pressed dial.
THE END.
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