Girls On Film

Black Cat - Collared Kitty

Being told he was going to be totally hands-off for a photo session with Gwen and Mary Jane left Peter feeling a special sort of divided. On one hand, he loved having his two gorgeous girlfriends in front of the camera once more, and he knew he was going to have a blast documenting whatever followed. On the other, he felt like he was losing out on something, knowing that whatever they had in mind was not going to be chaste in any way, and he had become spoiled by all the sexy photo shoots where he got to actively partake in fucking his subjects, which left him feeling tense about this as he set up his cameras.

"You're doing great, tiger," MJ said, coming up behind him with kisses. "Sorry we need you to be hands off, but I promise it's worth it."

"You've been having a lot of fun without us," Gwen mused. "Especially these last few, all that bondage and what Mystique did... Things are heating up or you. But we've been having lots of fun too."

The way they spoke about it really drove home to Peter that one way or another he was about to be real frustrated by whatever was about to happen. There was something special going on here and he didn't know what yet, but he was prepared for the worst. "I'll bet you have. Can't wait to see what it is."

The girls played too coy for him not to have questions. Lots of questions and tensions, and he was sure he was about to walk face-first into something very trying and very powerful, but he was eager to see what it was even still, perplexed and frustrated as he was. He needed answers, needed to know what awaited him as he stepped into the throes of curiosity and hunger. There was too much riding on the idea that he was going to have to learn what this was and needed to explore the depths of utter madness, to find out what pleasures were yet beyond him.

So he finished setting up the studio with all the tension and agony of a situation he had never felt anything quite like before, wanting it too much to control and really just here to give up to it all. "Alright, we're good," he said, and wasn't ready for the girls to actually leave the room entirely for a moment. He'd not been allowed into the bedroom since he got home from the Bugle, and clearly there was something inside of that room he wasn't supposed to know about, but he had o idea what it could have been, which only further caught his curiosity. Something was up here.

When the door opened up again, Gwen held onto a leash, and as she walked out of the room, someone trailed behind her down on her hands and knees, and Peter knew then how unprepared he was for all of this. Felicia Hardy was trotted on a leash out of the bedroom, white cat ears blended in with her hair, a collar around her neck that the leash was attached to, and a tail plug sticking right out from between her taut ass cheeks. Felicia was otherwise fully exposed as she mewled on her way out of the room, showing no qualms about being collared and about the way she was led from the bedroom with MJ walking up behind her, equally ready, equally firm.

"No pictures until we're on the set, tiger," MJ teased, licking her lips and giving a flaunting, wicked wave toward Peter, wanting him to feel the tension swelling and burning inside him. It was working. It was all working. The swell in his pants was immediate and startled as the girls walked their slutty pet out of the room, leaving Peter with too many questions to even know where he ought to begin. This just happened, so abrupt and so unexpected that he found himself caught with his pants around his ankles and no idea what to say.

Gwen brought Felicia before the backdrop and had Felicia stop, and Peter started snapping pictures as fast as he could. So often he tried to make sure he had extra pictures for his own personal indulgences and to show his girlfriends; often once he was done with a photo shoot, he'd show the results of it to Gwen and MJ as a form of foreplay that got them all wound up and ready to fuck some more, feeding into his status as the luckiest man alive. But this time he felt like there was no reason at all to need to show MJ or Gwen the surprise they were clearly living; no, this time, Pewter was taking pictures solely for his own excitement, to feed his own desires and to make sense of this.