1 comments/ 42181 views/ 0 favorites Photo Shoot By: Zachary Years ago, before I was married, I was seeing a young woman named Erin. We had known each other for years and our relationship went through stages when it was sexual and stages when it was non-sexual. At the time when the events I am about to describe occurred, we were in a non-sexual stage in our relationship. Everything you are about to read is true. I am a photographer. Among my clients are strippers who need promotional photographs. Erin would often assist me in these shoots. The models are usually in an advanced stage of undress by the end of the shoot and they feel more comfortable when there is another woman in the room. I sometimes wonder if they would feel so reassured in they knew that Erin finds them just as attractive and is just as turned on by them as I am. One evening, Erin and I were in the studio, cleaning up after one of these shoots. The photo lights made the room pretty warm and Erin had removed her shirt and was working in a pair of jeans and a silk camisole. I especially noticed the camisole because it was new and I had not seen it before. I take pictures for fun as well as for money and I suggested that before we put the strobes away we shoot a few frames of Erin in her new lingerie. Erin enjoys being modeling as much as I enjoy shooting and readily agreed. We started very innocently, shooting head and shoulder shots, occasionally a shot or two from the waist up. Erin loves being the centre of attention and soon her nipples were erect and could be seen clearly through the thin silk. I encouraged her to play with her nipples to make them even more obvious for the pictures. Erin was a bit turned on by the idea of posing in just jeans and a camisole, but the idea of me shooting her as she stroked her breasts really got her going. Her breathing became slower and deeper, and her skin (I could see quite a bit of it now) turned pinker. I told her to unfasten the laces holding the camisole together so that I could see her breasts. Erin has always taken direction well and barely hesitated. Next I told her to open the buttons of her Levis and again she complied. For a few moments I was a bit concerned that I was taking advantage of her but I knew that she was free to refuse any instruction I gave her. Besides, it seemed that she was enjoying our spontaneous little game as much (or more!) as I was. But games are for children; it was time to get serious. "I want you to play with yourself 'till you come, and I want to shoot you doing it!" She thought for a moment. "You're the photographer; you direct me. There's only one rule: you can't touch me, no matter how much either of us wants it!" It took Erin just a moment to slide her jeans down her long legs, but I was able to catch the image on film in that moment. Imagine a beautiful blonde, twenty-two years old. She is about five foot eight and a hundred and fifteen pounds. The camisole she is wearing is unlaced and hanging at her sides, leaving her full, firm breasts fully exposed. Her stomach is flat and her abs clearly defined. Her excitement is betrayed by her painfully erect nipples, her face and tits flushed. She is looking down her body as she slides her jeans down over her hips. She has to struggle just a bit to get them past her nicely rounded ass and her breasts sway as her blonde muff comes into view. Her hair is thin and short; it is bikini season. This is the image that I photographed, and that I still keep hidden, to look at when I want to see perfection. She lay back on the floor of the studio, her shoulders supported by the big cushions on the set. She parted her legs just enough to run her hand up and down her quim, not enough for my camera to see her lips. "Is this what you had in mind?" "Yes, now what would you do if you were alone?" She did not respond in words, but instead brought her right hand to her mouth and very sloppily spread saliva across her fingers. Erin then moved her hand slowly down her body, running a line of moisture from her forefinger over her right breast, down to her hip and to her cunt. Here she spread the lubricant over her lips and her clit. Her left hand had been keeping busy massaging and tweaking her left tit, and as she touched her clit, she involuntarily squeezed her nipple hard. I had been shooting pictures of Erin full length and now came in closer for shots of her face, (a light sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead), of her left hand playing with her erect nipples, and of her cunt. I wanted to turn her on even more and, mindful of my promise not to touch, I blew gently on her soaking quim. As I photographed her hand running around her lips and occasionally up to her clit, I noticed that she never penetrated herself. I wanted really explicit pictures to show her later, so I said, "Fuck yourself with your fingers." Her eyes opened wide and this time she really hesitated. But adventure defeated discretion and she slid the middle finger of her right hand in deep. At the same time she brought her left hand down from her tits to take over stroking her clit. "Scratch your hand up your thigh." She did, and her nails left red streaks running up the inside of her leg from her knee to her pussy. I was sure to capture the image on film. The feeling was so intense that her back arched involuntarily and her pelvis lifted. I snapped that too. "Up on your knees." Dutifully, Erin stopped playing with herself for long enough to tuck her feet from under her and rise up on her knees. She reached down with her left hand to again encircle her lips and rub her clit, and continued stroking her breasts with her right hand. This was not the image that I had in mind, but I shot a few frames of it anyway. I was very aware of how easy it would have been to open my pants and offer my cock to her mouth. But I didn't, because I thought that she would very probably take it, and that would spoil the game. "No...turn around; I want to shoot you from behind!" She turned around and bent over, laying her shoulders on the cushions. She reached down between her legs to stroke her clit with her right hand, and at the same time reached around with her left hand from behind to slide first one, then two and finally three fingers deep inside her quim. Erin was completely exposed to me in this way and she seemed to find extreme excitement in her extreme exhibitionism. Then, too, her posture was ideal for masturbation. Any woman who has been fucked from behind knows how deeply she can be penetrated; right to the G-spot. Any man who has fucked a woman so knows how she can become lost in the heat of her passion. This same passion was taking hold of Erin now. The fingers of her left hand stroked deeper and deeper into her cunt, stroking her G-spot directly. The pressure on her clit lightened as the pace increased. Her breathing, too, became shallower and faster. Her eyes were open, but unfocused, as if staring off into the distance. "I want to come!", she said, her breathing ragged and hoarse. Now this was the pose that I found most difficult to simply photograph. I really wanted to put the camera down and slide my prick (very hard by now, as you can imagine!) into her. Erin knows that I'd like someday to make love to her in her ass, and I cannot tell you how much I was tempted to very gently slide in to see how she would like it. But I didn't, of course. Erin was doing her job by putting on a hell of a show, and I had to do my job by making the pictures to show her how beautiful and sexy she is. Even without her words, I could see that Erin's impending orgasm was taking control of her actions. "No, don't come yet; hold on and make it last." Erin held this pose for as long as it took for me to take pictures from a variety of positions, both from a distance and up close for detail. But she was more comfortable reclining and soon was laying on her back again, with her knees drawn up and spread wide. Again she reached around and entered herself from underneath with her left hand, while stroking her clit with her right. "Do you want to come?" I asked. It was all that she could do to respond: "Oh yeah, fuck yeah!" "Then make yourself come now." I said gently. She responded by bearing down harder and faster with her right hand, whipping her clit like a lash, and trying to fuck herself with four fingers of her left hand. Once her fingers were well lubricated, she wiggled the baby finger of her left hand into her ass, and stroked it in and out while she fucked her cunt with the other three. Erin is the most sexually adventurous woman I have ever known but even so, the image of her ass-fucking herself was one that took me by surprise. I made sure that I took enough close-ups to show her how great it looked later. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and maybe it is. But even all the pictures I took are not able to communicate the whole of the scene that I had before me. The camera recorded all of the visuals, from the sweat on her forehead, to her red-hot and erect nipples, to her tight belly heaving as she breathed...to her cunt and her ass, being stroked hard and fast by her own fingers, to her taut and muscular legs stretched out to her toes curling in her impending orgasm. But the camera was useless to capture the sweet aroma of her pussy juices, her breath heaving in ragged sobs, even the temperature of the room which had risen perceptibly from her exertions (I had removed my shirt when Erin had started finger-fucking herself from behind). The people lucky enough to see the pictures will have to imagine not only these things that are invisible, but imagine, too, the sensations that only Erin was allowed to enjoy that evening. She alone could feel the slickness of her pussy lips and the firmness of her clit. Only she could taste her tangy and tart lubricant and rub the roughness of her G-Spot. And only she was consumed by the ecstasy of the orgasm that was now seizing her body and her mind and her soul. Her breathing stopped and after a frenzy of activity, her fingers froze, pressing hard against their targets, her back arched up, her ass rising from the floor. Her passion found its voice. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah...fuck yeah...oh fuck...oh fuck..OH FUCK...YEAH!!" Every muscle she had was locked. She held still and silent as a statue for several long moments before she slowly collapsed to the floor again. A soft moaning sigh escaped her throat. "Aaaaahhhhhaaaaaa....." Her relaxation was complete. She drew her fingers from her quim, drew them to her mouth and liked the honey off (except for the little one!) There was a drop of blood on her lower lip where she had bitten it at the peak of her O. Her right hand continued to stroke her quim, much more gently now, and just the lips, not her clit; that would be far too sensitive now. Her nipples, too, were too sensitive to be touched, but she softly stroked and caressed her breasts. Her eyes remained closed while she caught her breath and her heart slowed. The whole episode had lasted only a half an hour, but she seemed as exhausted as if she had run a marathon. I was sure to shoot a few frames as she rested, to complete the series. When she could, she opened her eyes and sleepily said "Your turn". I suppose that I should not have been surprised. Erin had put on a show for me that I will never forget and it was only fair that I try to do as much for her. Erin is not a photographer. To this day I'm not sure whether I am relieved or disappointed that my performance was not recorded on film as hers was. I unfastened my jeans and began to pull them down. "No!" she interrupted. "Leave them on. Just take your cock and your balls out. I want to imagine something." I was more than happy to try to play the game as well as she had played it. My prick was as hard as granite and stuck straight out, pointed up a bit. I reached into my tight jeans and scooped my balls out gently. I sat down in a chair, wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked up and down, gently but firmly. Erin described her fantasy to me in short, almost brutal commands: "I'm on a subway train, alone, late at night. It's hot and I'm wearing a short dress with nothing underneath. You enter the car and sit down across from me. I suppose that you have just come from the strip joint that is down the street. I show you my quim and tell you I want to watch you jerk off. Now jerk off." Now this sounded like something that I'd really like to try (and with Erin I don't doubt that we'll get around to it someday), but for now, I was pretty horny and looking forward to giving Erin her money's worth. I stroked my cock some more and again Erin interrupted me to run to the bathroom to get some baby oil. Ever since I used baby oil to give my first girlfriend backrubs (as foreplay) the smell of baby oil has turned me on, and Erin knew it. She opened the bottle and upended it over my cock. A thin stream of oil dribbled out and played over my prick like chocolate sauce over a sundae. Erin sat back to watch and direct. "Rub it!" It was a pleasure. "Harder!" Like most guys, I jerk off from time to time but this was the first time I had had an audience. "Faster!" I stroked it up and down for a while until Erin instructed me to squeeze my balls. This I did, not interrupting my rhythm. "Massage your prostate" was Erin's next direction. I reached into my jeans and stroked the soft area just beneath my balls. All this time, I was looking at Erin, who had not bothered to put anything on. She stroked herself from time to time, not really to excite herself, but for relaxation. I usually jerk off with my right hand. Erin told me to use my left instead. I was stroking faster and faster now, as I was starting to feel like I was going to come. Erin saw this and made me slow down. I really didn't want to, but she was giving the orders now. She made me wait, just as I had made her wait. Just as I was about to shoot, Erin shouted "STOP!" The impending orgasm was taking on a life of its own and it was all I could do to pull my hands away from my prick. But I did, and my cock throbbed and strained, its surface shiny with the baby oil that Erin added at regular intervals. "Stroke it some more! But more gently now" And I did. "Pinch your nipples!" And I did. Erin was really enjoying the view. She would open herself up and show herself to me, describing her fantasy from the subway train, telling me how she would suck the stranger's cock as she fucked herself with her fingers. Now, for the second time, my orgasm was approaching. "Want me to come in your mouth?" Erin shook her head. "Shoot on my tits!" She was still reclining on the floor and I approached her and knelt beside her. Erin stroked her nipples to make them erect and said "right here, come on my tits!" The events of the preceding forty-five minutes had made me extraordinarily horny, and I didn't need any further urging. I gripped my balls in my left hand and stroked my shaft long and hard with my right. I could feel the stream of semen rising from my prostate, at the base of my cock. I don't know what other guys' orgasms feel like, but mine start feeling like an itch, way down inside my cock. The sensation of friction makes my cock itch more and more until the stream of semen shoots through to scratch the itch. The itch was growing and growing, getting very intense. My muscles tensed up, my balls tightened up underneath my cock. I threw my head back, groaned involuntarily, and came; my prick jerked in my hand and started to shoot on Erin's tits. The first stream shot high of the target and splashed on her neck and shoulders. The second sprayed first on her right tit, then on her left. The third stream went over her flat belly and dribbled down over her cunt hair. The volume of semen in each spasm diminished as I became spent. I felt as though all the tension and stress in my body had shot out through my prick. I sat back on my heels and tried to catch my breath. Erin was scooping my come up from where it had splattered all over her and licking it from her fingers. She offered me some, but I declined. She just said "Mmmm, its good", and went on licking, like a child with an ice cream cone. Erin still has the pictures we shot that evening, and keeps them in a secret stash. She tells me that she takes a peek at them from time to time, and can rarely resist the urge to masturbate just as she did as I watched. She says that the orgasms she has are among the best that she has ever had. Photo Shoot I remember the sense of nervous anticipation as I pulled up to the address listed on the community paper ad. I had never really done anything like this before and my tummy was full of butterflies. First of all, I couldn't believe the size of the house in front of me. Granted, this was an extremely posh neighborhood in the hills above Malibu, but I never could have guessed that I would be visiting a mansion like this. The tasteful rolling lawn and circular fountain driveway was a dead give away that this house was paid for with either old money or a new fortune. Not sure where exactly to park my embarrassing Ford Escort, I stepped out onto the cobblestone parkway and nervously walked past row after row of expensive looking lilies and orchids and a beautiful reflecting pool full of koi fish. As I approached the massive entryway and dark oak door, I felt like Dorothy visiting the Great and Powerful Oz. I steadied myself and looked down at the college campus newspaper I clutched in my arms. The advertisement I had circled was simple and mysterious: "Looking to make some easy money for school or expenses? Call Victoria at (310) 555-1254! Bikini body and an open mind a must!" As a freshman student with a humble background at the nearby Pepperdine University, I barely had enough extra cash lying around to buy a beer on cheap drinking night, must less the bulging trust funds most of my friends at the dorms seemed to have. I'm constantly either scanning the want ads or looking for some way to make a couple of bucks without jeopardizing my heavy class load. As I hesitatingly rang the pearl doorbell, I thought of my conversation with Victoria last night. She seemed very pleasant but direct. She made sure that I understood that this was a modeling job that needed a fresh, nonprofessional look and a beautiful body. While I'm not exactly a Victoria Secret model, I am pretty confident with my proportions...those drunken fraternity boys never seem to complain. After telling me to meet at this address tonight at 8:00, she added a question that seemed rather odd; she wanted to know if I was currently having my "monthly cycle" or not. I told her that while I was on the Diprova shot, I really didn't get much of a period and that there was nothing to worry about right now. As I puzzled over why this woman cared if I was menstruating or not, the huge wooden door sprang open and Victoria's smiling face appeared. I was rather surprised that she was much younger than I thought she would be. More in her mid thirties than fifties that I thought and she looked like she took good care of herself. She wore a simple white blouse and navy skirt that accentuated her womanly curves. "You must be Allison," Victoria said, still grinning like I was a long lost relative. "Why, you're much prettier than you said over the phone! And what beautiful eyes you have to match that lovely auburn hair. I'm so glad you could make it this evening." She seemed so nice and inviting that my nervousness subsided a bit. It's not often a total stranger complements me on my looks like that, and I instantly felt 10 inches taller. I always thought I looked rather plain jane with my pale skin and sprinkling of freckles on my face and lower arms. I could be pretty, I guess, when I fix myself up for a date or whatever. Victoria led me into her beautiful home, which was full of tasteful art and cool antiques. She made casual conversation about whether or not I found her place all right and that she hoped I didn't have to cancel a big night out to meet her tonight. I was still kind of blushing from her compliments and mumbled that I didn't really have a steady boyfriend at the moment and I probably would be just going to a campus bar with some girlfriends tonight anyway. "How old are you," she said, spinning around in her bare feet and looking surprised. "If you don't mind me asking, of course." It was her turn to blush and that I had just turned 19. I explained that everyone I knew at school had a fake ID and that the bouncers don't really card anyway. She commented again how pretty she thought I was and that she easily could have mistaken me for mid twenties. (There's not much more you can say to an insecure girl like me to pad my ego.) She offered me a seat on a plush couch and padded over to her elegant bar. In mock sincerity, she said that a woman about town like me should enjoy a cocktail and I readily accepted. I'm not one to turn down free drinks these days. "That reminds me," I said kind of shyly. "How much can I expect to make tonight?" "I pay all my models the standard rate of about two thousand dollars a shoot, with options to usually double that," she said cheerfully. "I hope that's enough for all your trouble." Of course, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the thought of pocketing four grand for a night's work, but kept my poker face. I nodded that that would be fine, depending on what the work entailed. Handing me an ample glass of red wine, she smiled and got right to the point. She explained that she works as a sex therapist and has published several instructional aids for women who are not getting the most out of their sexual experience. Set for release later this year was her biggest and most comprehensive book on helping females reach orgasm and fulfill their sexual desires. She planned for this book to be full of beautiful women illustrating her erotic advice and technique. I was kind of taken aback by her frankness around such a risqué subject. Sex with the three or four boys I'd been with had always been sort of rushed and confusing. I thought of images of drunken frat boys in the back of cars fumbling for my bra strap while breathing into my ear that I was their true love. I guess I'd seen books like the one Victoria described in the "self help" section at Barnes and Noble, but I always freaked out and felt like my face was going to catch fire if some stock boy caught me browsing through one. Certainly she didn't want me to be one of those sexy models in those manuals. I took a huge swig of my wine and waited for her explanation. "Now, the main point is that you feel comfortable," she said. "I can't have you doing anything you wouldn't feel right doing, so if you're unsure or have personal principals against this sort of thing, feel free to say so and you will be compensated for your time without any hard feelings." I pondered her offer here. On one hand, I'd never done anything remotely like take my clothes off for a camera. Heck, only a handful of my closest friends had ever even seen me naked. On the other hand, four grand is a lot to lose your inhibitions over, not to mention my now empty wineglass. Summoning all my courage, I told Victoria that I'd be willing to try some shots to see how I feel. I'm a big girl now and isn't this what college is supposed to be about? Trying new things and coming out of my shell? Victoria was thrilled and hopped to her feet. She led me to her spacious living room that had been converted to a portable photography studio. She had an expensive looking camera mounted on a tripod and gentle background shades in place. She even had one of those changing walls and a huge light array set up. She told me to go ahead and slip on the robe laid out for me. With my insides doing flip-flops, I walked behind the changing wall while Victoria fiddled with her camera equipment. There was a makeup mirror mounted on the wall and a satin chair with a terry-cloth robe slung over it. I slowly, peeled off my university sweatshirt and jeans with my mind racing a mile a minute. I glanced at my form in the full-length mirror and sized myself up wearing my white cotton bra and panties. Sure, I could do a few more sit-ups, but I had to admit that my body looked pretty damn good these days. Pulling the robe on, I tentatively peaked my head around the corner. Victoria smiled reassuringly and motioned for me to come out. After again complimenting me on how tall and beautiful I was, she explained that she needed shots for her first chapter, which mainly covered sexual anatomy and the female sexual response. I nodded in understanding and she stated that she wanted to get some really simple shots of a woman's body in different states of arousal. I tried to remain stoic, but my heart was beating a mile a minute in my chest. She asked if I felt nervous, and I nodded like a schoolgirl. She smiled and said that was perfect because she guessed that I was thinking about anything but sexy thoughts. I nodded again. Which was good, she said, because she needed a woman in her unaroused state. Victoria adjusted her lens and told me to remove my robe and lay it off to the side. My arms shaking, I did so, revealing my creamy white skin to her. Thankfully, I'm lucky to not have those damn freckles all over my body like some red heads do. "Oh, honey, I need you to take the rest of your clothes off, too," she said with a smile. "This is a sex manual, you know." I nodded sheepishly and reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. I hesitated momentarily and let the cups fall down. I wear about a C, but sometimes it fluctuates between B and D. I've never been a fan of my breasts in that the skin is so pale, but I guess they're perky and about the same size. A guy told me that I had perfect "gum drop" nipples and that my boobs are the ideal size. Not too much of a handful. Suddenly topless in the warm, comfortable studio, I looked to Victoria who nodded and zoomed in her shot. She took a couple of close-up shots of my face and upper torso and commented that I was one of the few girls she'd photographed who didn't need gobs of makeup to look beautiful. She chuckled that most women, like her, have to hide the flaws. After a few close-ups of my breasts and upper body, she smiled and nodded toward my panties. Hell, I thought, I've gone this far. I stuck my thumbs into my panties and pulled the elastic down around my ankles and stepped out of them. Thankfully, I'd warn one of my new pairs...Mom always said never to be caught dead without new underwear. As I stood nervously in all my naked glory, Victoria clicked a few shots and instructed me to stand in different positions. First with my legs close together, then shoulder length apart. After a couple of natural shots, she asked for me to crouch down and spread my legs. My heart nearly leapt out of my throat, but I managed to steady myself and squatted down like I was going to pee. Slowly I spread my thighs and waited. "Oh darling, you have such a beautiful body," Victoria said, motioning toward my quivering thighs. "We may need to clean you up down there, though." I blushed about twelve shades and dropped my chin down to my chest. I looked down past my full breasts at my pubic hair poking out between my white thighs. Did she not like the way my private parts looked? Were they ugly? Granted, the hair down there is a much darker shade of red, almost orange, than my head. I hadn’t really inspected myself between my legs since I was 13 with a flashlight and a mirror... Victoria's cheerful laugh put me at ease. "Oh, don't fret, honey. It's just that you have so much extra hair down there that we can't really see you. If you like, you can stop now if you want." A giant green dollar sign flashed before my eyes and I managed to gulp out that I never much paid attention to my hair down there. She walked over and helped me back into my robe. With a motherly pat on the shoulder, she suggested we get some shots of me relaxing in a warm, scented bath tub for her chapter on loving your body. The notion of bathing in this relative stranger’s bathroom made me a bit uneasy, although she did happen to be looking at me totally naked in her living room. Besides I’m a tough girl and she did mention doubling my pay with incentives. Come to think of it, a nice bath did sound rather pleasant right now. "Ok, you talked me into it," I said, tying up the belt on my robe. Victoria smiled and had me follow her down the hallway to her bathroom. There was something about the way this lady carried herself that was so sensual. The way she walked with her subtle swish of the hips. And what a hard body for a lady her age. I noticed her ass muscles flex as she walked carefully over the Spanish tile of the corridor. My God am I really checking her out? We reached her massive bathroom and Victoria knelt to draw the water, asking me if I don’t mind it very hot. I answered yes and she began sprinkling some silvery power into the water. She then poured some jasmine scented bubble bath into the tub and began lighting candles around the room. Man, this is the biggest bathroom I’ve ever seen, I thought. She must have had 25 different candles in the room lit and their combined flickering made for a hypnotic aura in the room. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, dear," Victoria said, dimming the overhead light as she left the room. "Ill get my camera and be back in two shakes." The room was intoxicating as I shed my robe and lowered myself into the simmering water. I laid back and let the wonderfully slippery oils and scents wash over me. Ahh… I was just starting to doze off when Victoria rose me back to consciousness. I groggily looked her way to see her happy face tower over me. To my surprise, she had not only gotten her camera equipment but had also changed into a waist length silk kimono. She sure had nice legs. Victoria asked if I minded that she changed into something more comfortable. Of course I didn’t, after all, it was all hot and steamy in the bathroom. She handed me another full glass of that delicious wine and I nuzzled into my luxury and she snapped a couple of shots, directing me to raise my leg out of the water, above the bubbles, and such. I felt much more sure of myself, my modesty hidden under the cover of the bubbles. "Here, I hope you don’t mind," Victoria said, flipping a switch along the side of the tub. The water began to swirl as millions of tiny jets shot into my skin. "I just love to have the Jacuzzi going when I’m getting into the mood. In fact, there are times when I’ll just spread my legs wide and push my hips forward, letting the jets shoot up over my vulva. So soothing." I began to giggle at the thought, then suddenly let out an audible gasp as one jet found its mark between my legs. I pushed my hips forward as Victoria said, then suddenly blushed, feeling so wanton as the water stimulated my vagina under the water. I slid back a bit and laughed nervously. Was I getting too turned on or was it the wine? Victoria then surprised me further by pulling the knob that drained the bath water. I looked to her in confusion, only to be reassured with that smile again. She explained that she wanted to get some shots of me with my breasts above the water level. As the water drained, she trained her lens on my face and my reappearing boobs. "Do you mind pushing some of that foam away so I can see your bosom," Victoria asked, snapping shots. "This will be great for my ‘solo pleasures’ section." I did as she asked, exposing my wet breasts to her view. I felt so slutty and tipsy touching myself in front of her like that. My breasts had that full feeling they get when I get turned on and my nipples began to harden in the cool air. "Now, do me a favor," Victoria said behind the camera. "Place your right hand between your legs under the water. Good. Now grasp and squeeze your breasts with your other hand. That’s it. Perfect!" I first simply placed my wet hand on my chest, but with her encouragement, began to squeeze and cup my breasts. I felt my blood start to boil and my breathing become more and more labored as I dug my fingers into my hot, wet flesh. While she only wanted my hand between my legs for photographic effect, my fingers took on a life of my own as I slowly, then more urgently began to stroke up and down with two fingers along my slit. With the camera clicking away, I started to pinch and pull on both my nipples and a slight moan escaped my lips. I began to fall into a rhythm, masturbating freely the way I had since I was a little girl, massaging my hard clit with two fingers in tight circles. "That’s it, dear," Victoria said, her own breathing coming in gasps. "Now arch your back and squeeze your eyes tight shut. Fantastic." I was suddenly transported back to reality and realized that this was still a photo shoot and I was openly playing with myself in front of this woman. My eyes popped open and I jerked my hand out from between my legs. Victoria took the opportunity to reload the film in her camera and I sat up in the tub and switched the whirlpool jets off. I swallowed down the rest of my wine and tried to take stock of the situation. "That was so incredible," Victoria said breathlessly. "You gave me some fantastic shots for my orgasm pages. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were experiencing the real thing! That really was great." I croaked out a thank you, thinking how little she knew about how close I actually came to coming then and there. The effects of the candles, scents, wine and my fingers was beginning to make my head swim. Victoria commented on what a perfect subject I am for this kind of photography, so uninhibited and so free with her body. That didn’t sound like me at all, but I went with it. Stating she didn’t want me to prune up if I stayed in the water to long, she suggested I drain the rest of the water and towel off. I could then rejoin Victoria in the living room when ready. "Victoria, remember when you said that I needed some cleaning up down here," I asked, pointing down to my matted pubic hair as the water drained away. "Would it help you out if we did some fix up?" Victoria looked a bit startled by my question. "Why, yes it would, if you want to know the truth. It would save me a lot of time finding another model with beautiful red pubic hair like you. I’ve bet you’ve got an exquisite labia under there, too." Victoria walked back over to the tub and pushed the stopper back in just as the water level reached my hips, with me sitting in a few inches of water and my pubic hair in full bushy glory. Pulling down a flexible mirror attached to the wall; Victoria asked me if I had ever trimmed before. Of course I hadn’t, so she cautioned that I should remove as much hair from my labia lips and bottom as possible and leave the tuft of hair on my abdomen. In my drunken haze it sounded good to me, so she produced a lady Venus razor and some shave cream. I liberally applied the cream to my nether lips and left the upper half alone. Taking a deep breath, I to the razor and delicately shaved both sides of my outer labia, careful not to damage the sensitive skin. "That’s right, now try to get rid of as much of that hair from that point down as possible," Victoria instructed, having a seat on the toilet and leaning over the tub. "Good, now spread you legs as wide as possible and get all the hair off your thighs and behind." The flutters in my tummy were now like raging waters as I spread my ass cheeks and carefully removed all the hairs I could find. God, having her watch me do this with my pussy spread and wet like this is too much for me to take. I felt like my vagina was literally gushing down between my ass as her eyes were riveted on my private area. I knew that she needs me to be smooth to show up better in photos and she saw me as more of a subject than a person. But isn’t his making her fucking horny too? Once I was done with my lower lips and ass, she commented on what a fine job I had done. She then said I was ready to ‘sculpt’ my upper hair. When I looked at her with a perplexed expression, she said, "The best way for me to explain it is to show you." I was expecting her to pull out a Playboy or something, but my jaw hit the floor when she stood up and hiked her kimono skirt to her waist, exposing matching blue satin bikini briefs. She quickly wriggled out of her panties and sat back down on the toilet, her pubic area now at eye level to me where I sat in the tub. My eyes must have been as big and round as saucers as she spread her legs and displayed her smooth labia. Photo Shoot "See how on mine you can clearly see all my folds of flesh," she said, spreading her outer lips with two fingers. Her pussy was also glistening wet. "Then I shave the top up here, like a crew cut. I’d prefer you just do it in simple triangle like mine." "Have…you ever…been in one of your books like that," I mumbled out, not taking my eyes of her juicy core. "I’ve never really looked at another girl like that before. You’re…beautiful." "Thank you, darling, you’re sweet," she said spreading her outer lips again with both hands. "The problem is with me that my labia majora, the inner lips here, are too wrinkled and droop outside my outer lips. See?" I had to have been drooling. I don’t think I’ve ever looked at another person, much less another female with so much lust. My own pussy was just on fire. I started to mutter something when, just as casually as when she took them off, Victoria retrieved her panties and slid them back over her hips. Straightening out her kimono, she handed me a bottle of after-shave balm. I had to shake my head to release my clouded mind from its haze. I thanked her and gently applied my engorged vulva with the cool liquid. I’d never felt myself so open and swollen like this, like a bitch in heat. I don’t know if it was from the shaving or the show or what. Victoria smiled and told me I’d need at least another 45 minutes before I’d be photo ready down there and suggested we take a stroll outside in her garden. It made sense, seeing that my private parts must have razor marks and such. Victoria turned and left the room, saying I could take my time getting dressed and meet her on the patio off from the living room. To be continued... Photo Shoot “It was a pretty easy day at work. Customers were pleasant and sales were better than expected. Life was good. When I came home the message light on the phone was flashing. Punching the code revealed four new messages. I reviewed them…a couple of customers, a sales pitch for spring cleaning, and a request to call back MJ. MJ was a photographer who had done some work for me and ended up becoming a friend. I had not so secretly hoped more might develop but nothing ever did. I wondered why she was calling. I dialed her number to satisfy my curiosity. She answered on the third ring. “Hello MJ, I got your message to call so I am. What’s up?” “Thank you for calling back .You remember you said you would help me in my photography? “ “Of course, I’d love to help you “. “Good. I’d like your opinion on some pictures that my friend and I shot. Could you come over?” I got the address and said “sure, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes”. I remembered MJ saying she liked black so I slipped into my tight black jeans and a black tee shirt. MJ met me at the door. I felt her giving me the once over as she smiled approvingly. Inside, I was met by her friend Karri, a lovely green-eyed blonde. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight knot. She wore tight leather pants, high heels and a bustier that accented her fine figure. “Karri is working on her portfolio” MJ explained ”I was wondering if you could help.” “Of course” I replied unable to remove my eyes from this beauty “Anything”. “I’m glad to hear you say that” MJ said with a smirk. I noticed a grin develop on Karri’s face as well. I smiled back. “Let’s see what you have”. We went to an arrangement of couches and a coffee table where there was a large portfolio case. I started looking through the images. It started with still life work of vegetables photographed in a most sensual way. The lighting seemed to bring out the soft curves of peppers, banana tomatoes and was set up in a most suggestive way. Some portraits of a variety of characters; punk, bikers, grunge, gothic followed these. Some were on their own, some in groups and some as family portraits. They were very nicely done. I suggested she try to have fun with her models, not to keep them so serious. Perhaps to integrate groups, maybe photograph a tough looking biker or Goth with a ballerina if she could find one. The contrast could be startling and amusing. They loved the ideas but Karri said she was looking for something completely different. I asked what she had in mind. Karri wanted another category of photos. She was interested in fashion. It isn’t my forte but I said I’d help however I could. “Would you model for me?” she asked. I was somewhat taken aback. I didn’t have the sculpted model figure most people want. I’m not bad but certainly not fashion material. “Maybe if you told him what he’d be modeling” MJ suggested. My curiosity, among other things, aroused I asked what they were talking about. “Do you like the way Karri is dressed?” asked MJ. “Very much” I smiled. “What does it make you think of?” MJ knew of my submissive fantasies and I couldn’t believe what she was implying in front of her friend. “Well? Speak up!” she demanded as she moved around me. I looked at Karri and back to MJ. She was pulling some items out of a bag I hadn’t noticed before. My mouth dropped open as I realised she held a slave collar, studded leather strips, and some chains. “You’ll catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that. Perhaps we should gag you.” Suggested MJ. I sank to my knees as Karri stood in front of me. “Would you like to be my slave model for those?” she asked, pointing to what MJ was holding. I nodded. “I didn’t hear you” she cooed as she leaned over me, her hand caressing my hair towards the back of my neck. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled down, forcing my head to tilt upwards. “Very much, Ma’am” I croaked. “Good boy. Now strip and put these on. I was handed the studded leather harness, a collar, a black g-string, wrist and ankle cuffs. A leash was attached to the collar and I was led to a room that had been set up as a photo studio. There was a seven-foot wooden X on the wall. My arms were raised and the cuffs hooked into the metal rings about a foot below the tops of the X. “For now you’ll face forward slave” I nodded and leaned back against the X to watch as the lights were adjusted for best effect. They were using coloured gels on some of the lights for a better effect. The leather picked up the lights nicely. MJ reappeared wearing a black latex catsuit, her hair gelled to a severe look. She had changed her makeup as well. She looked as much the role of a stunning Mistress as any I’d ever seen. MJ came up to me and wrapped her leg around mine as she looked into my eyes. “If you do well, you may get a reward my pet.” Karri directed us to look first at the camera and then at each other. MJ then attached a pair of nipple clamps to me. They were alligator clips attached by a chain. As I winced the motor drive whirred. MJ let her hands caress and roam over my near naked body, occasionally letting her nails drag along the skin. She moved in closer and let her long tongue snake out to tease my ear. A hand reached to grab my crotch and squeeze. “Mmm do you have something in there for your Mistress? “ MJ purred. “I am yours to use as you wish, Mistress.” I managed to say. We went through several poses and light modifications when Karri decided to clamps should come off. MJ slowly removed them and pushed in on my nipples. The pain was excruciating and delicious at the same time. All this, of course, was well documented by the camera. MJ pinched and teased mercilessly. Karri changed discs as MJ went to change clothes. Karri announced that she felt I had too much body hair for the next sequence. MJ reappeared in a leather outfit consisting of a corset, black high cut chaps, high-heeled boots, and a black peak cap. She had a pair of black sunglasses, and a whip as accessories. Upon hearing Karri’s complaint, MJ suggested something be done about it. I was turned around and reattached to the X facing the wall. Blocks of wood about 18” were placed near my feet but spread wide. I was ordered to stand on them. This had the effect of raising my ass and spreading my legs. The additional height also made me lean forward. MJ told Karri get what was necessary. The clips of the g-string were released and I felt warm soapy water wash my ass. I was scrubbed well as the camera clicked away once more. Karri announced that she’d be right back. A few minutes later she returned in a very tight, white, skimpy nurse’s outfit. She had some apparatus whose purpose I could only guess at. As I looked over my shoulder I noticed a bottle of liquid she was clipping to a hook on the ceiling. It had a long tube and a nozzle at the end. Karri told MJ they were going to switch places for a bit. Lights and lenses were rearranged. Nurse Karri put on the reflective black sunglasses but peered over them. She produced a razor and shaving cream. “Don’t move” she commanded, as she began to shave the area around my anus and balls. When it was clean enough to satisfy her she rinsed me off. “Let’s see how you like this” she offered. With a couple of spanks to my wet ass, she brought the nozzle to my hole. The camera’s motor whirred as each frame captured the penetration of my ass. Karri bent over suggestively and planted a lipstick kiss on my ass in just the spot she wanted. I felt the fluid release and flow into me. I had never had an enema before so this was a new experience. MJ told Karri to move in to the kiss mark and hold the bent over pose with her lips puckered. As I was facing away from them I could only imagine the sight.. Karri reached through my legs to grab me and told me I had better not spill a drop or make a mess. Every once in a while she would tease my cock to keep it hard. After a while I began to feel the need to release, but permission was denied. “Please Mistress “ I begged,” please, I really have to go”. MJ laughed as she again denied me. “Let’s see how long you can hold it. You’ll really suffer if you make a mess” she warned. Finally I started to shake from the effort of controlling my bowels. I guess my whimpering got to MJ because she came up to us and released me with an order to make sure I was very clean. I realised I didn’t know where the bathroom was and was told to find it on my own. I half wobbled half danced out of the room in search of the facilities. Finally I was able to empty out all the liquid. I washed myself using the soap and washcloth to make sure I’d meet their standard whatever it might be. Upon my return I was ordered to kneel on padded blocks facing the X. My arms were stretched forward and the blocks pulled apart thus separating my thighs and making me lean forward. I had to balance my weight carefully so as not to fall. MJ and Karri switched places again and lights were adjusted. Karri directed MJ to straddle my back as she held the whip. It would appear as though she were riding a horse backwards. Several variations of the pose were photographed when suddenly I heard a swish and felt the sting of the whip on my ass. I found it difficult not to buck as she repeatedly struck. Karri continued to capture all this on film. MJ traded her whip for a paddle. She was determined to get my ass a nice shade of pink in short order. In another pose she dug her nails into my reddened bottom. Again there were several variations photographs. As before there were the occasional grabs and caresses. MJ dismounted and began so spank me from a different angle. By now I couldn’t help but squirm. Finally she decided she’d had enough and it was time for something different. Suddenly I felt something very cold. In ice cube was placed at the top of my ass. The ladies wanted to see it melt. The lights were set to pick up the rivulets of water. I was propped up so I wouldn’t move. The feeling of the cold water running over my hot ass was quite refreshing, even more so when the ice water streamed over my exposed hole. When the ice finished MJ dripped some oil onto me. This was rubbed all over my ass. “Now it will shine better”. She announced. I was again spanked and paddled to bring back the faded pink. Ice was applied over the oil. The ladies seemed to think this looked much better than the last set. The ice cube didn’t take long to melt. I was oiled again but this time Karri’s gloved finger probed inside me causing me to moan. “Do you like that, slave?” she asked, as her finger slid in and out. “Oh yes Mistress, I do!” I writhed against her penetration. Karri turned to MJ “He really IS a submissive little slut, isn’t he?” “I told you he was “ she laughed. MJ grabbed my cock and balls and said threateningly “now, would you like me to make you my bitch as well as my slut?” I wasn’t quite sure what she meant until I turned my head and noticed she had put on a strapon…a very big strapon! I must have looked worried because MJ let out an evil laugh as Karri clicked away. Lights and camera angle changed again in preparation for a new series of shots. Under Karri’s direction, MJ grabbed a fistful of hair and brought the dildo towards my mouth. “Suck it bitch!” she commanded. “Suck it good!” I opened my mouth and immediately had it filled. It took a bit of posing and directing to get the shot the way that Karri wanted it. The dildo went in and out of my mouth sometimes too deep, causing me to gag. The two women laughed as MJ fucked my mouth with Karri’s encouragement. “How well do you think he’d take in the other end? Karri proposed. “Oh please, no” I protested, “It’s much too big “. “Do you really think so? Let’s find out.” I was ordered to flip over as I was released from the wall. I was also turned sideways for an unobstructed camera angle. MJ, fearing I might cry out too loudly decided my mouth should be gagged. Karri suggested it would be enough if it were kept busy. Since the lighting would now remain the same, Karri set up a remote trigger and placed herself in front of me. Lifting her skirt revealed her pert ,bare bottom. “Kiss it, boy, and tell me how you like it.” I did as ordered, kissing gently all over her delicious cheeks. They had been dusted with a honey powder. I began to lick it off. “Mmmm ( kiss, kiss ) what a sweet (lick, lick) wonderful, beautiful ass. (lick, lick) She bent over lower allowing more access. “Lick it everywhere, boy. And I mean everywhere! I lapped up and down the slit and over the smooth orbs. My tongue played with the puckered folds of her anus. She moaned her approval. In the meantime MJ was still working on my ass. Her latex gloved finger continued to probe me, loosening me for her toy. At first she only used one finger but then advanced to two and then three. Once in a while she would use her other hand to spank me as she shouted encouragement for me to please Karri. Karri pulled away and turned around. She spread her legs, grabbed my head and ground her pussy onto my face. “Now eat me slut!” She ordered My long soft tongue snaked out to lap gently at her slit. I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. Sometimes gripping it gently between my teeth I would flick my tongue over her clit . She encouraged me with her moans and writhing. Suddenly her hands gripped my head and held me tightly to her. At that same moment MJ put the head of her rubber cock to my ass and drove it home. I screamed into Karri’s pussy as she ground it into me. I felt her hands grip my ass for better purchase. She got into a rhythm, pumping in and out. “That’s it bitch, take it! You like the feel of my cock in you, don’t you? You little slut!” ”Yes Mistress. Oh yes! Please use me. I am yours.” “I know you are, slut. You’re all mine and you’ll do what ever I want.” She grunted, accentuating her words with thrusts of her hips. “You’ll take this whole cock up your ass if I tell you to won’t you my little bitch?” “Yes Mistress. Anything that would please you.” I panted in time with her thrusts. In the meantime I was still lapping at Karri’s pussy as she ground her hips against my face. Her moans were , by now, reaching a fevered pitch mixed with cries of nearing satisfaction. As she reached her crescendo MJ pushed hard into me and held close, her strapon deep inside me. MJ then undid the straps keeping it on, leaving the dildo inside me. Reaching between my legs she grabbed hold of my raging hard on and began to milk it. I immediately began to moan which pushed Karri over the edge to ecstasy. “That’s right, make her cum slut. Suck up all that wonderful pussy juice!” She slapped my ass and then raked her nails across the cheeks. Then she went back to fucking my ass with the dildo as she stroked my cock. “Do you want to cum too my little bitch slut?” she cooed. “Yes please Mistress. Oh yes I do so want to cum.” “And you’ll do what I tell you to if I let you?” “Yes Mistress, whatever you tell me to!” “Then you jerk off for us. Put on a show and keep that cock in your ass. Ride it and pump your cock for us to see. When you cum, you’ll do so in your hand. Do you understand slut?” “Yes Mistress. Thank you”. I rode the dildo up and down as I pumped my cock, teasing it so the pleasure would last longer. MJ reached over and began to pinch my nipples. “Pump it faster slut. I don’t have all day” I gasped at the new pain but did as ordered. “Now slut! I want you to cum NOW!!!” I stroked harder and faster until I was about to cum. MJ let go of my nipples and returned to fucking my ass. “I want you to cum in your hand, slut. Catch it all.” I did as ordered. I quickly felt the hot goo splash into the palm of my hand, filling it . It seems the dildo in my ass was a double header because MJ came about the same time I did. “Now my little slut, be a good little puppy and lick it up. Every drop! That’s a good pet.” As I finished cleaning up the women lay down in a heap with me and once again I heard the click of the camera. I look forward to seeing the results of that photo shoot and even more to any more they want me to pose for. Photo Shoot For a few years now, I have been begging my wife to pose for some risqué photos that would keep me company on my long business trips. She had always resisted until we were engaged in foreplay the night before my last birthday. Out of the blue she said that on my birthday I could take some sexy photos of her. The love making after that comment got really intense. The night of my birthday, she came into the living room barely dressed in a red, sheer demi-bra that barely held her big breasts. I could clearly see her nipples through the material. A matching g-string barely concealed her trimmed pussy. Thigh-hi's and red satin gloves just served to heighten the sexual tension, as did a red pair of stiletto high heels. A single, long strand of white pearls completed the outfit to perfection. Blushing, my shy but very sexy wife asked, "You like?" "Yes," I sighed. I could only gape, as she stood there attired in her tiny red lingerie for the entire world to see. One hand on her hips and tits thrust forward, her sultry pose exuded sexy confidence that I had not expected. "Well, let's get started," she announced as I began positioning my camera. "How about a video too?" she asked. "Sure, I would love one," I replied quickly as she gave me one of her best smiles. I was beginning to wonder what was motivating my normally reserved wife. After a glass of wine she began to relax as I began to snap some pictures. I directed her over to the piano and started taking pictures. I was anticipating that she would be somewhat reserved but before I knew it, she was on top of the piano in here little bra and g-string, giving me some very provocative poses. Lying on her back, she was the picture of desire. Her round full breasts pressing against the sheer bra. He flat stomach sloping down to her pussy barely covered by her tiny silk g-string. Her sexy legs encased in sheer red thigh-hi's. Simply amazing to look at. I had to admit to being very surprised when I saw just how hot my shy wife had become. With her legs extended up to the ceiling, she turned her head towards the camera as I clicked on. She was actually enjoying exposing her body for the camera. "Hey sweetie, how about really spicing this up?" I ventured. "Take your hands and cup your tits." "You mean like this?" she relied as she cupped her tits and pressed them inward. "Oh yeah, great!" I replied. Her hands continued to squeeze her melon shaped breasts for the camera. Her fingers even pinched and tweaked a nipple causing it to grow and extend itself beneath the flimsy material of her see through bra. After a couple more hot shots like these, I wanted to push her further as I pressed on by saying, "OK, great. Now try touching yourself." She now became shy real quick. "I'm not sure what you mean?" "Oh, you know, caress yourself down there. Show me how sexy you can really be." I was beginning to push my wife and I found myself wandering how she might react. "I don't know," she relied. The ball was in my court and the hot look in her eyes told me that if I wanted to her to, she would do just about anything. I found myself replying with a gentle shrug and a smile and she smiled back as she turned to the camera with a very sexy smile. It seemed as if I held my breath as her hand slowly began to glide down her smooth abdomen to the top of her tiny g-string. Her finger began to track slowly down across the silky material, pressing the silk against her pussy. "Oh yeah…that's it." It seemed that I now had total control as I continually coached her and clicked my camera. Her hand began to press harder on her g-string, forcing the silk into her pussy while her other hand continued to play with her nipples. Before I knew it, her hand had undone the front clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts and pink nipples to even closer stimulation by her hand. Then as I watched, one hand reached down and pulled one side of her g-string aside, exposing her very wet pussy for the camera. She gave the camera a very delicious smile as she said, "Watch this," as she inserted one solitary digit into her pussy. "Amazing" was all I could say as she started to finger her pussy with interest. Soon a second finger was almost immediately covered with her love juices. Her hips squeaked on the slick surface of the piano as she moved them in rhythm with her hard working fingers. As I watched her finger herself I became overwhelmed in the scene being played out before me. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. She was obviously very lost in her own desires. She slid her tiny g-string off and now lay totally nude on top of the piano fingering herself. I grabbed the video camera and began recording. With one hand still fingering herself, she reached up and pulled the string of pearls from around her neck. Grasping the pearls now with both hands, she began to run them up and down between her pussy lips. They became lustrous from the fluid as they rode up and down her. "Ahhhhh….Ohhhhh…Myyyy…." she groaned as a gigantic orgasm ripped through her body. Her entire ass lifted off the piano. She looked at me and said, "Hey, why don't you get involved. By the looks of the bulge in your pants, you could sure use some help." I set the video camera down and aimed it at her. I ran to the piano, unzipping my pants and releasing my straining cock. As I approached, she turned her head to the side and looked straight at my cock. Smiling, she reached out and pulled my cock towards her mouth. I sighed as her lush lips encased my throbbing dick. She began to gently pull on my cock, cupping my balls as she sucked and licked my penis. I began to pull my cock out of her mouth but she rewrapped her hands around my cock and began to suck even harder. "Baby….here I cum!" I yelled as I stood on my toes and tried to pull out of her mouth one more time. But she wouldn't let go and sucked me harder and faster. It was more than I could take as I felt my cock swell up and erupt, emptying my wad of cum down her throat. She gobbled it up greedily, all while moaning and groaning with her own orgasm. She lay spread out on the piano, chest heaving, lips parted as she panted for breath. My now limp cock slipped from her lips. Finally her eyes opened and sought me out. She smiled dreamily and gently said, "How was that for a birthday gift?" Photo Shoot The agency had sent me to work with this photog several times before and we'd gotten along just fine. He was a nice enough guy and seemed pretty decent so when the offer came to do a location shoot with him in Canada I had no problem accepting. The $10,000.00 paycheck for a month's work was a big inducement, too. Besides, it was late fall and it would be January before any new work came up. It was a short flight to Vancouver and the ride to the harbour was almost as long as the flight, given the morning commute traffic. I made it just in time and met Jon at the floatplane dock where it turned out we were the only passengers. I said 'hi' to the pilot and he didn't even turn around to talk to me as he was busy preflighting the plane. It was a pretty big plane for just two people and then when Jon got me inside I saw all of the cargo and figured there would be a few stops to drop off this stuff on the way to the location. Jon gave me a pair of earplugs as the twin turbo-props came to life with a roar and that was the end of any possible conversation. The plane taxied out into the harbour and with very little ceremony we were quickly in the air. I saw Grouse Mountain off to the right as we flew north and I watched below as civilization thinned out with each passing kilometre. I'm not sure when, but I took a nap after a while and woke up when the plane encountered some turbulence. I looked out the window and saw that we were descending. My watch told me that six hours had elapsed since we'd taken off and the late afternoon sun confirmed it. The landing was smooth and we soon came aside a small dock. The pilot cut the engines and deftly jumped to the dock to secure the plane. "Christie, why don't you take your bags up to the cabin and I'll be up to join you in a few." Jon was already busy unpacking boxes from the plane and I didn't bother to reply. I grabbed my bags and headed up the slope from the dock to the quaint little cabin tucked into the trees. The cabin was nicely appointed with rustic furnishings and three bedrooms. I picked out one of them and then realized I needed to pee. The bathroom was very modern in contrast to the rest of the place and I was really surprised to find not only running water, but hot water coming out of the tap when I washed up. I was still unpacking my clothes when I heard the plane start up. Minutes later, the sounds were replaced by stillness as the floatplane lifted off and flew away. "So, do you like the place?" Jon had managed to walk in unnoticed despite the pervading silence. "Oh, yeah, it's beautiful. I've never seen a place like this, really." He looked around as if trying to decide what to say next. "Well, I bought the place a few years ago and this is the first time I'll be spending any serious amount of time here. There used to be a lumber camp near here and the electricity still came in so that made the deal for me." I turned back to my clothes and didn't see his reaction when I replied. "A month isn't serious time, I'm sure it'll be over before we know it." When I turned back to him all I saw was his back as he went out to get a fire started and then he started on dinner. The evening went nicely and we had a nice chat near the fire before calling it a night. The next morning Jon came in and woke me up, I could smell bacon and coffee in the air and instantly knew he'd been up for a while. I was a little miffed that it was still dark out and then I realized he wanted to shoot with the morning light. I got my robe and slippers on and went out to the kitchen right as the door closed with Jon going outside. The breakfast was on the table and I helped myself. A quick shower and then I was into my morning ritual. Blow drying the hair, brushing and flossing, makeup, and...where were my birth control pills? I looked all over and couldn't find them to save my soul. I got on the first outfit of the day and went out to join Jon. "Jon, you haven't seen a round little pack of pills have you?" "No, why?" "Well...I guess it won't matter." My period was due soon anyway, the pills I was taking at this point were the placebos. Next week, well, I'd deal with it then. We were done by nine and then there was a break until sunset. I killed the time with one of a number of books I'd brought along, Jon chopped wood after cleaning up the kitchen. This became our routine for two weeks and then one morning Jon announced he wanted to do some nude shots. I've done nude posing for an art class, but there was just...something...in the way Jon was asking that made little warning bells go off in my head, but what was I supposed to do? Ten grand is a lot of money and the five figures figured into my agreeing to do the shots. He set the lights up in the bedroom we weren't using and the room warmed up right away. He talked to me a lot as we worked and my poses became a little more sensual than artsy and I kind of got into it and had some fun. When he asked me to do some handcuffs he was already getting them on me as I laid back. My wrists were secured to the sturdy headboard and he adjusted the lights before getting back to work. I was soon into the role playing a vixen for the camera, posing sensuously with my legs modestly held together as teasingly as possible. It was kind of fun, really. "Okay," Jon said, putting the camera down," let's do something new." I was just about to ask when he sat dwon on the bed next to me. "Open your mouth kind of wide." You gotta understand, when you're a model you get used to doing what the photographer asks so I did. He popped the ball gag into my mouth and then tied a little harness behind my neck, holding the gag comfortably in my mouth. I did get a little worried, I'll admit. "Comfy?" he asked. I nodded 'yes' and then he went down to my ankles and placed leather restraints on them. The restraints on my ankles had chrome rings on them and these Jon tied to some black ropes that had been behind the headboard. "We're gonna do a little softcore, just to see, okay?" Porn isn't my thing, but I was bound and gagged and could hardly complain. I did, however, give a yelp as Jon pulled the ropes and my ankles were pulled back towards the headboard. My pussy was lewdly displayed and I felt like some cheap porn slut as he took the pictures. My trust in him was dropping by the minute. "Okay, how about you try to get loose while I get some more shots?" I struggled as best I could while the camera clicked and whirred and he moved all around the bed, getting my struggles on film. I was seriously trying to get free and felt more and more vulnerable as my efforts yielded no results. Exhausted, I gave up and decided to take a break for a few minutes. Jon changed lenses and started doing closeups of my face before moving down my body, recording my every detail on film. I was kind of pissed when he got between my legs and shot me looking at him as he focused on my pussy. "Okay, I think we're done with the softcore." 'Good', I thought. It was over. He walked out of the room and came back with his hi-res digital video camera. He set it up off to one side of the foot of the bed and then he turned it on before leaving the room. I just sat there for a few minutes, looking at the camera as I wondered what was next. "Christie," he said from outside the room, "are you ready for the hardcore portion of our shoot?" Hardcore? What the hell was he talking about? He stepped into the room just wearing his white bathrobe. Oh shit. He dropped the robe as I was screaming and struggling and I got to see his long, thin cock spring free from the terry cloth. I closed my eyes as he got onto the bed and then shrieked as his hands came up around my thighs. I opened my eyes and stared in horror/fascination after his toungue started probing my pussy. "Gotta get you ready first, kind of rude to go in dry, dont'cha think?" Jon smiled as he went back to work on my pussy. The son of a bitch. He was dedicated to his efforts and kept at it for easily a half hour before, in spite of my feelings, a familiar urgency began to build in me. "Yeah, that's it. Gonna come for me Christie?" I shook my head 'no' as he took me to the edge and I went off. He went in again and furiously brought me to a quick second release, rendering me quite senseless. Woozy, I watched him with a detachment as he reached for his robe and used it to wipe off his face. Then he got between my legs and touched me with his hand. A finger slipped into me without any resistance. "Yeah, I think you're ready." I struggled to avoid it, but the camera caught him as he scooted up to me and lined his long cock up with my wet entrance. I struggled and shrieked as I felt his cock rub into my crotch, slipping back and forth in the hair and folds of my body. I froze as he finally took me by the hips and his cock slipped into me, just the head. He sighed as his hips thrust forward and the length of his cock plunged into me. His hands ran over my belly and up to my breasts while he fucked into me with a calm, deliberate pace. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them and then wettened my nipple, bringing it erect with his attentions. He went on playing with me for several minutes befre he took me by the butt and lifted me up. He backed off a bit and then scooted closer to me. When he entered me again he bottomed out in my pussy and his long cock plowed into my cervix. I winced with the discomfort and arched my back, trying to get it out. "No, Christie, you're gonna take my cock all the way." He gave me a deep thrust just to make the point and then he took me by the hips and began the final act. I saw it in his eyes and realized he wasn't going to stop! Shit! He was going to COME in me! The pain from his cock banging into my cervix was nothing compared to what I thought of being filled with his baby, carrying his baby. Even as he fucked me harder and harder, I resolved to have an abortion when the plane came back in two more weeks. I silently accepted the situation as Jon began to turn red from the effort and the sweat ran down his face. He was holding it back, I could see. I looked down at my pussy and saw the impossible length of his cock slipping in and out of my belly, each stroke being slower than the one before. Finally, he pressed into me as deep as he could and I felt his cock spurting baby cream deep into my ovulating womb. It was like a firehose filling me up. Damn him. He spurted into me a few more times and then just let his cock soften inside of me. I wanted to beg him to pull it out instead if having it hold in his foul sperm, but there was the gag. His cock had gone soft and he looked at me and caressed me as he took in the sight of his cock resting in my freshly fucked and spermed pussy. Then he gave me a little thrust and I felt some of his come squish out of me and dribble down my ass. "I suppose now is a good time to tell you that your pills went in the fire the first night we were here." He paused, as if for effect. "And I'm sure you've got visions of me in jail and you getting an abortion when the plane comes back." He chuckled. And then I felt him start to swell in me again. "The plane will be back, of course, but not for a year. By then an abortion will be out of the question, don't you think?" He smiled as he began to fuck me again. Yeah, I was fucked in more ways than one.