Chapter 3

I knelt on the carpet in my ivory peephole bra and crotchless panties, the seamed stockings pulling tight as I arched my back exactly like James ordered. “That’s it, Anna, push those tits out more so your nipples poke right through the holes,” he growled, his fingers teasing his zipper down another inch.

“Fuck, look at that wet pussy already dripping. Hannah, spread your legs wider for us.”

Hannah moaned beside me, her blonde hair tumbling forward as she obeyed, the peephole bra framing her stiff nipples perfectly. “Yes, sir. Like this?” she asked, voice breathy.

Kevin chuckled low, easing his own zipper open slowly. “Good girl. Now both of you, turn around and show us those asses. Pull the skirt up higher.”

I watched as James’s fingers gripped his zipper and pulled it down inch by inch, the sound echoing in the quiet room while his eyes stayed fixed on how my peephole bra pushed my nipples out into the open air. Kevin followed right after, easing his trousers open with deliberate slowness, his thick cock already half-hard and twitching as it pushed against the fabric.

The other men took their time too, Steve tugging his zipper down while he told Hannah to arch her back more, Paul sliding his open with a low grunt as he ordered us to spread our legs wider on the couch, Dave and James both pausing to adjust their grips before revealing themselves fully.

We held the poses they demanded, my body angled so the seamed stockings caught their camera light, my tiny skirt hiked up to show the crotchless panties framing my wet pussy. Hannah knelt beside me, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she leaned forward on her hands, the ivory lingerie stretched tight across her big tits with the peephole exposing her stiff nipples.