Too late for a backbone now

Sighing, and mentally praying that no one was looking, Bria straddled the sill of the window.

"Wait!" Lionel cried, freezing her in place. He raised his camera, catching a few shots of her frozen startlement. "Give me a few sultry shots of you on the window.

Bria blinked, looking more stupid than sultry, but he took pictures anyway. Finally she smiled a slow and seductive smile, running her hands up her body, along the frame of the window, and anything else she could think of that he might like.

It wasn't exactly a fashion shoot, more like something you'd see in a smut magazine, but she didn't seem to realize it. She was naked, she was sexy, and he had a camera. Naturally she should be mercilessly teasing him.

Treating the camera like just another victim of her charms she flaunted herself, ignoring the bite of the window sill's edge again her slit as she squirmed around, lifting one leg to help her hid her breasts while she gave a teasing look, then lowering and raising the other while sitting sideway, only her arms 'coincidentally' covering her breasts, and her inside leg hiding her quim.

Some of the shots actually were quite nice, like the one where she seemed to be an ordinary, but ravishingly beautiful, girl looking up at the sky like she was dreaming of her lover far away.

She didn't notice the twitching curtains across the way, and when Lionel motioned her out onto the fire escape she gave a stretch, from different angles, for his benefit, jutting her tits out like an offering, her butt arching backward, her eyes either on the sky or closed. She turned back to him, leaning on the rusty rail as she gave the camera a come-hither look from beneath her eyelashes.

Lionel moved forward almost involuntarily, getting close-ups of her face, her boobs, her ass and cunt, but mostly making sure that her face was in each shot.

"A little more playing with yourself," he encouraged.

Bria wanted to protest, and frowned momentarily, but being on camera was starting to turn her on. The thought that anyone could look out their window to see her, or someone passing through the alley below might look up had her nipples hard and her pussy moistening.

Her posing became more suggestive, more seductive, her fingers tracing her breasts cupping them, pinching and pulling her nipples. She traced the outline of her slit, a 'Y' of her downward fingers framing her clit while she licked her tongue through a similar 'Y' of her other hand.

The 'Y' rubbed over her clit, making her eyes slit with pleasure before it became a single finger pressing into mouth and cunt. For a long moment she slipped them in and out, lips pursing as she changed it to two in both holes. Soon it became three, and it still didn't seem enough.

"Four," he said, though softly, not wanting to break the spell. He'd switched to video mode, capturing the erotic display in all its glory. It was a camera he'd been given by his PI friend, who was also catching the action from his window one story above on the other side, while others filmed or photographed from their own dimly lit windows.

Bria moaned, slipping in a fourth, imaging it was a big black cock, wondering with excitement if he might tell her to fist herself.

"Cunt and asshole now," he said, and she stared at him a moment, mid-suck & fuck. She slowly lowered the saliva covered fingers toward her ass.