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Erotic Escapades of Elise: The Home Invasion Photo Shoot - Part Six

“Now Elise,” Hoselvr asked. “What should we have you wear? Hmmm? It has to be something sexy. Something good to strut around in. Any ideas?”

Elise continued to stare, fighting the tears, uncertain what to do. She figured the more she could delay now, the better the chance Keith would be home before Hoselvr could take her again. If she cooperated, even offering up suggestions, that might be sufficient to stall.

“I don’t know,” she replied after some delay. “I know you like black hose, so I should find something that goes with my dark Donna Karan’s.”

She sat up on the bed, swung the blouse back up over her shoulders, and propped herself up by her elbows. Pretending she was deep in thought, she glanced toward the bedroom door, wondering if she could make a break for it. Hoselvr stood, blocking her view of the doorway. He fastened the top of his pants, but did not pull the zipper back up. His limp member dangled from the opening, a single drop of cum clinging to its tip.

To continue stalling, Elise got up from the bed, walked to the closet and fell into nervous banter with Hoselvr about the various outfits she had, going as far as asking him about his favorites, even though they had the same discussion via email several years back.

“Well,” he began, “I think a few of them go way back. The halter top from “Silver” – god that was so hot when you leaned back on the table. And “Midnight” – I loved that whole set – your black hose in the low light and the way your ass looked with the skirt stretched over it.”

Elise nodded in approval, recalling both photo shoots of which he spoke.

“I know I don’t have that silver top anymore,” she remarked. “God, that was so eighties. I’m not sure about the skirt either, but I doubt I have it. I like the true leather one much better than that fake one and so does Keith. If I recall right, you said one of your very favorites was the blue mesh dress, remember?”

“Yeah, I do,” he answered, returning to the bed. “But we are looking for something that will go best with black hose. Maybe some other time you can model that mesh dress for me.”

Elise stopped and turned to look at Hoselvr still sitting on the bed. Some other time, she thought. Does this guy think he can stop by and violate her whenever Keith wasn’t around? She shuddered.

“Um,” she stuttered. “I-I wonder about this one.”

Turning back toward the closet, she lifted a dress up where its hanger hung on the rod. It was a purple dress, possibly knee length, with horizontal ruffled bands crossing it. Hoselvr let his eyes rise and fall along the dress, imagining Elise wearing it. He then shook his head.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked in mild agitation. “You know damn well that will not work with dark hose. You’d better get serious here Elise. I’m getting the idea that you’re just fucking with me and wasting time.” He looked directly at her, seeing the surprise in her eyes. “Oh, that’s it isn’t it?”

He rose from the bed, approaching Elise quickly. She leaned into the closet as though the dresses and tops would protect her. Bracing from Hoselvr’s raised hand, she closed her eyes, whimpering quietly. The blow never came, for he pawed at her naked breasts instead, attempting to harden her nipples.

“Let’s continue here Elise,” he said softly, leaning his head toward hers. “Or I can just throw you down on the bed and fuck you right now. I don’t need you to have some hot outfit on to get off – it’s just a plus.”

Elise had done all she could to stall, but she knew it was not enough. If Keith had to drive over an hour away to reach the location Hoselvr had sent him, then she knew it would take him just as long to return, provided he discovered the ruse immediately upon arrival. However, knowing Keith as she did, he would most likely stop somewhere along the way, whether the liquor store or Home Depot – it didn’t matter which – he just had a habit of taking his time once a job was completed. She hoped that maybe he would make an exception to his M.O. suspicious of the false errand and she hope this might cause him to be alarmed for her safety.

“I-I think this would work well with black hose,” she said lifting a sheer black blouse from the rod. “You’ve probably seen this one. We used it about a year ago for the “All Sheer” shoot.”

“I remember that one,” he replied, still cupping one of her breasts. “The sheerness was hot. I could see your nipples underneath. So Elise, the thing I don’t get is why you don’t seem to play with your breasts and nipples in your shoots. You hold them, but if you played with them the guys would love it and it would certainly make your nipples more erect under the see-through material like this.”

“Hey,” she said. “I don’t want to get my members too excited. Look what it did to you? Here you are, fucking me and forcing me to do what you want – and you want me to get them more excited? You’ll be lucky if I don’t just quit the biz right now!”

“No,” he said apologetically. “I don’t want you to quit because of me. I’m just having some fun. Don’t worry about me pestering you like this all the time. I have other hot pantyhose models to choose from to force and fuck. Some of them may be retired, but I still want to take them anyway.”

Elise looked at him, wondering who the others were. The only other pantyhose models she ever interacted with were Donna, once featured on her own site, who retired over 10 years ago, and Adrianne, who quit the business several years back, despite it being her only source of income. She wondered if either of them were the models he was talking about, but decided not to push the issue. She turned back to the closet, pushing a few items to one side on the clothes rod, gaining a better view of others. Hoselvr dropped his groping hands and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

She picked through several items, lifting a sleeve to examine it closer, and then letting it fall as she moved onto the next possibility. Finally, reached a dress she bought on an impulse, but had not yet felt brave enough to try. In fact, even Keith hadn’t seen it – on or off her body. It certainly would look best with black pantyhose, she thought, pulling it off the hanger and holding it against her body. Without pointing the dress out to Hoselvr, she turned toward the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, twisting at the waist to help imagine what it would look like clinging to her body. Finally, she held it out away from her and turned for his approval.

Hoselvr looked at the panne velvet garment. The halter type dress was smooth and slinky, something a stripper or escort might wear – open shoulders, draping to mid-thigh, a combination of white, grey, and black swirling nebulous stripes. Hoselvr immediately began to imagine Elise in the dress with black pantyhose and very high heels.

“Oh yes. What do you have for high heels?” he asked her. “A pair with at least five inch heels I would think – like stripper heels?”

Elise carefully draped the dress over a forearm and walked back to the closet, pushing a group of clothes to the side to reveal the back wall of the closet. Hoselvr leaned out from the bed for a better view. The entire back wall contained a series of small box-like shelves, each the right size to hold one pair of shoes. Nearly all of them – and every box filled – were high heels of some shape and color. Many were black, but others tan, white, red, blue, and brown. Elise giggled nervously.

“I have more in the other bedroom,” she said, “these are just the main ones – the ones I like the best or that I wear often. I do have a pair of stripper heels as you call them and they are black. I think only black would go with the hose and dress.”

Hoselvr nodded in agreement. Elise pulled the shoes out of their shelf and then hooked the heal straps around several fingers of her hand on the same arm that the dress was draped over. Stepping back out of the closet, she walked to one of the dressers, opened the top drawer and scooped up a pair of black thong underwear.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that?” Hoselvr asked. “No crotch blockers.”

Elise shrugged her shoulders and dropped them back into the drawer, closing it with a slam. Next, she opened the second draw from the top and withdrew the pair of silky pantyhose. They were loose, without any packaging, indicating she most likely had worn them before or at least tried them on for fit. Hoselvr was already nodding in agreement again, with a wide grin when she turned to face him, hose dangling from her other hand.
Carrying the items, Elise stepped toward the adjoining bathroom, taking the time to glance at the clock on the nightstand beside the king-size bed.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he inquired.

“Just in here to change,” she answered innocently.

“I think not!” he said, his agitation returning. “I’m looking at your naked body right now. All modesty is gone I think. Besides, it’s just plain hot to watch you dress and undress - you should fucking know that already.”

Elise sighed. Walking to the bed, but on the opposite end from where Hoselvr sat, she set down all of the items and began to pull off her torn suntan pantyhose, followed by the blouse, having to unbutton the cuffs. He watched her, lust growing. Elise averted her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the black hose, one leg, then the other, smoothing each up her thighs and adjusting the waistband. She stood back up and turned to pick up the dress. Hoselvr was leaning back on the bed, eyes wide, watching her every move, his growing cock in his hand, stroking it slowly.

Elise turned her eyes way again, embarrassed by his attention and his sexual action. She assumed Keith masturbated, but never brave enough to enquire when and how he did it. She wondered then, if he used her pictures to stimulate his thoughts or if some other women were his “go-to-girls.” She wasn’t even sure if actually did jack off, but all guys do, right?

She stepped into the collar dress, pulling it up her body, struggling to bring the front and rear flaps together to attach at the collared neck. She already knew the dress was not designed to wear with a bra, also realizing that Hoselvr would not have tolerated one. The tight nature of dress made the material cling to her body and she had to reach in through the shoulder openings in the front to adjust the position of her breasts. Once the dress smoothed out correctly, she glanced at the clock and then at Hoselvr. He had let go of his cock, which stood straight out, swollen and ready for action. He motioned for her to step into the middle of the room, and then twirled his finger in place, indicating for her to turn around. Hoselvr watch her legs as she moved. The pantyhose shone in the late morning light streaming through the bedroom windows. He resisted the impulse to pounce on her immediately, instead choosing to let her turn, watching the curves of her body and legs in the dress. The dress fully exposed her shoulders, including her shoulder blades on her back.

“Play with your nipples,” he commanded her. “I want them hard. Make them stick out through that dress.”

Elise complied, at first tentatively lifting her hands to her breasts and lightly touching her nipples through the dress, but then sliding her hands under the dress through the shoulder holes to gain better access. Elise glanced quickly again at the clock, but Hoselvr noticed her eyes.

“I’m wondering about Keith too my dear,” he told her sarcastically. “We might have to take some precautions just in case he shows up too early.”

“W-what do you mean by that?” she asked now concerned for her husband’s safety.

“Oh,” he told her in a mocking tone. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt him if that’s what you are worried about, but I think we should move this party downstairs where I have a better chance at a get-away if he comes when I’m still here. That would be a pity, especially if he does before I can cum in one of those sweet holes of yours.”

All the talk of clothes, shoes, and pantyhose had distracted Elise enough that the thought of rape had not crossed her mind. From the moment he had first said she was to change into another outfit until now, she only thought about dealing with an obsessed fan from the website, not this.

Abruptly standing, Hoselvr gathered up his clothes and began to push Elise toward the bedroom door. She stumbled in the high heels, but recovered quickly and began to walk, keeping pace far enough ahead as to not provoke another shove. When they reached the main floor, he tossed his clothes on one end of the large sofa, and then he grabbed Elise by a shoulder, turning her toward him. Reaching around her with an arm, he pulled her close to himself.

“And now Elise,” he said quietly. “Let’s begin round two.”

Elise tried to pull away, but his strong arm held her fast. She closed her eyes, wondering when Keith would return to save her and what Hoselvr had in store for her this time…
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