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The Ivory Club Ch. 01

by LordRamsay 09/08/06

There was nothing Peter could do. Charles had of course deliberately planned this with Smith. He was now at his mercy and had to stay here and watch whatever he decided to do with his wife and there was nothing he could do to stop it. And of course Jane had no idea that her husband was just a few feet away watching everything. She thought he was now on his way back to the flat. Whatever she did tonight, she thought Peter would never know. Feeling sick to the stomach, Peter sat down to watch the horror unfold.

Charles had finished with the camera settings and spoke to Jane "Now I want you to come to the end of the bed place your hands on it and spread your legs". Peter could hear everything since the room had been wired for sound.

Jane complied, bending forward and spreading her legs. She proudly thrust her bottom out and looked directly into what she thought was a mirror but was in fact, unbeknown to her, looking through a window at her husband.

Peter looked at her, transfixed, her eyes were glazed over and she had her lustful look like he had never seen before. Her tits hung heavily down, almost spilling out of her shirt. Charles was taking pictures just of her arse.

And then all the screens in Peter's room that hitherto had been switched off suddenly came on. They all showed various parts of the studio, and one camera had zoomed in on to Jane's arse. The video cameras in the room seemed to be remotely operated as they moved in the direction of Jane. Charles wanted to take a film of this and somewhere, Peter assumed, Smith was director.

Her arse was framed by white suspenders and her g-string had disappeared between her buttocks, leaving her entire bottom on display. It was still a shade pink after her earlier spanking. Between taking pictures Charles gentry stroked her arse, for no reason other than for his personal gratification. Peter noted that Jane never once objected or flinched when his hand came to rest on her bottom. Indeed she thrust her arse ever further out to Charles, as if asking him to molest her.

"Now turn around and take off your shirt." Charles ordered after a couple of minutes.

Jane got up and turned around so Peter from the window could only see from behind. Thankfully Smith's direction enabled him to see everything on the TV screen.

For a moment Jane did nothing, she thought about objecting, she would now be just down to her underwear, but her hands quickly started to unbutton the remaining buttons on her shirt. She wanted Charles to see how sexy she looked in the lingerie had ordered her to wear. Earlier in the day he had called to give her express instructions on what to wear. He had sounded so demanding then and made clear failure to comply would mean that she would not get the part. When he had told her to wear a half cut bra one size to small, she almost came there and then, knowing how huge her breasts would look to him. She handed him the shirt and he carefully placed it on a chair over her skirt, careful not to crease it.

"Beautiful my dear." Charles said, admiring her body. She stood upright so Charles could get a good look at her.

She was now dressed just in her underwear and heels and Charles was beginning to breath heavily as his eyes devoured her body. Jane stood impassively as Charles, towering over her, took in her almost naked body. He had now got a massive hard on which Jane had noticed and was doing nothing to disguise. He loved women in stocking and suspenders and heels. Indeed he ordered his secretary to always dress like this for him. She of course had been initiated into the Ivory Club and been fucked by Charles and friends for six months now, exactly the same time as she had been married.

"You have a fantastic body" he said, all the time taking pictures.

"Thank you."

"Your husband is a very lucky man. Has anyone else seen you like this, dressed just in your lingerie?"

"Er n-no. No one".

"Good, so I am the first.

"Now I want you to put your hands behind your head and thrust your tits out to me. No need to be shy now, that's it, my girl, you are a natural. It's not cold in here, but I see that your nipples are rock hard. Jake and Randy are going to love you."

Her tits were now bursting in the small half cut bra to the point she thought they would burst through. Jane could not explain why it was happening but she was increasingly getting turned on by being ordered around by this black man. She noticed the video cameras in the corner of the room were now focusing on her and were electronically operated by someone else. Oh my God, Charles was recording this and Smith, the butler, must be the one who was operating the camera from another room God, what had she got herself in to?

Charles continued to order her to pose in various ways, all the time taking pictures, often he blatantly adjusted his hard on, which was clearly straining his pants. She obeyed, without question.

After a few minutes, Charles wanted more. It was clear to him that she enjoyed taking orders. Posing in heels, stocking, suspenders and bra was one thing, but it was time to get to the main event.

"Now my dear, I want you to take your bra off, and show me your tits". Charles ordered in a harsh tone.

This was the moment, Jane recognised. She was going to allow the only other man, other then her husband, to see her breasts. There were going to be pictures of this and a video recording. But if she took her bra off she did not know where it would end? She already felt under the control of this domineering man, what else would she make her do? Her pussy was soaking at the prospect of this, being ordered about and giving herself to this cruel beautiful man. But she loved Peter... She hesitated for a moment, since this was the first time since she had given Peter any thought since she had left him in the study.

Charles noticed that Jane did not move for a few moments, and sought to put her at ease, "Don't worry, Peter need not know. We can show him the delightful shots of you just in your lingerie, and say we left it that. He need not know that you showed me your tits."

"But what about the pictures, and you seem to be recording this?", Jane said, pointing towards the video cameras.

"Peter only needs to see what we want him to see. He smiled, looking at the mirror. "These pictures and video are just for me and my friends, men who want to appreciate and enjoy your body.

"Now do as I tell you and show me your tits. After all, it is what you want, isn't it Jane, you want to show me your big tits?"

His friends were going to enjoy them? Not just Randy and Jake? She shuddered at the prospect but rather than being appalled at the prospect, whispered "Yes", to Charles. God, she did want to show Charles her tits, and Peter need never know...

And with that, she reached back and unclipped her bra and for the first time in her young life, a man other than her husband got to see her enormous tits.

They were huge and perfect with no tan marks, Jane had always seen to that, they were pert with no hint of sag, with one inch erect nipples pointing out at Charles.

They were some of the most beautiful tits Charles had ever seen, and he has seen plenty in his life. It was not only the fact that they were huge and perfect, it was also the body they were on. Such a slim body rarely had such big tits. They seemed to be disproportionate to her delicate frame and out of place with her angelic look.

"36 DD, these are the finest pair of tits I've ever seen, Jane. They are marvelous. Are they real?"


"I must check, such perfect natural tits on a girl is rare indeed. And Jake and Randy insist that all their girls have natural tits. "

And with that, without even asking Jane, he went over to her and placed both hands on her breasts. Jane gasped at this. His big hands could barely contain them, they were so big. He roughly squeezed them and Jane moaned, loudly. He roughly flicked her nipples and shook her tits up and down.

"Put your hand behind your head and thrust them forward". He barked.

Jane complied, he let go and admired them. They looked even bigger. He now gently slapped her tits. Jane continued to moan.

This molestation obviously had nothing to do with her audition, but Jane still did not object or even contemplate walking out, she just continued to thrust her tits out to this cruel man,

He now could wait no longer, he needed to have this bitch and it was clear that she was willing to do whatever he wanted. With her tits slightly red from the slapping, Charles took a few more pictures.

"Turn around. Now, without bending your legs, I want you to remove your thong."

She turned around so she was facing what she thought was a mirror but was in fact a two way mirror with her husband on the other side. What she saw, and what her husband saw, was a wanton slut. Her huge red tits were heaving up and down, her face was pink with excitement. Her thong was soaked through as her pussy was gushing with excitement. She was about to reveal her pussy to this man. After that, she knew he would not be just content with pictures. Thank God Peter had left...

Her fingers went into her thong and slowly she edged it down, never once bending her knees giving Charles a great view of her arse. She continued to look into the "mirror" to see what Charles was doing, and he was happily taking snaps, marveling at her stocking clad legs and arse. Finally her young pussy was fully on display and it was dripping wet.

Once her thongs had reached her feet she stood up and stepped very gracefully out of it so it lay on the floor.

"Now, lean forward so your hands are on the bed and spread your legs, stick you're arse out so that your pussy and arse are all on display"

She again obeyed, although his requests and language were getting more and more obscene, her pussy was telling her to obey this black man,. Could she really allow pictures and a video of her like this to be taken? Could she really allow herself to be talked like this by any other man than her husband? But Peter would never talk like this. And he was not here, and would never know...

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