2 comments/ 80042 views/ 18 favorites Camera Capers By: YummyTiger Special thanks to my editors for their help! It is amazing how a horrible event can eventually lead to great things. I was devastated when I learned that my buddy Taylor was moving to New York for work. Taylor was like a brother to me, so I tried my best to be excited for him and made sure to send him off in style. We drank like fish and hit on everything wearing a skirt. It was one hell of a night followed by one hellish next morning. I awoke to the brain curdling ring of my doorbell and the first thing to pop into my mind was, 'That had best not be a fucking solicitor!' I considered bringing my baseball bat with me as I stumbled to the door. The moron continued to ring the buzzer and I yanked the door open, ready to unleash devastation. The sight of Taylor standing beside a bunch of boxes left me slack-jawed. "Bout damn time you answered! I've been ringing that blasted bell for fifteen minutes." "W—what are you doing here?" I replied. Taylor looked to the boxes and back. "Jesus, how much did you drink last night? I am dropping off my camera equipment. Remember?" I was left slack jawed for the second time, a good indicator that I was in no condition for socializing. "Ugh, I don't have time for this. I need to be at the airport in forty minutes. If you don't want the stuff can you at least hold on to it until I get a buyer?" "Huh? Uh, yeah, I guess." I said. "Great." Taylor gave my shoulder a squeeze and said, "I'll call you from New York. Thanks man." He turned and dashed to his car, leaving me standing in my doorway, wearing nothing but my skivvies, and wondering what the hell just happened. The next twenty minutes were spent doing what no hung-over person wants to do, working. Each box earned Taylor a new nickname and I was in disbelief at how much shit he had. Thank God the Advil kicked during my labors. After I crammed the last box into the basement, I slammed the front door shut and crawled back into bed. The boxes remained untouched until about a week later. A wicked storm was rolling through and I was searching for my disposable camera when I remembered Taylor's equipment. I rushed downstairs and scoured the boxes. Obviously, the damn camera was hiding in the last freakin' box. I grabbed it, dashed upstairs, and outside. The camera was overwhelming. It was high end, much fancier than the one button disposables. It took a couple minutes of fiddling with the buttons to just turn it on. I snapped a picture and it immediately appeared on the back display. I was left in awe. No wonder people paid so much for these things! It was like watching high definition TV for the first time, now that I had seen it, I could never go back. The storm provided plenty ammunition for the camera and I fired shot after shot. Even though it never sparked the tornado I was hoping to see, it definitely ignited a newfound passion for photography. My television went through withdrawal as I started to spend my evenings sitting outside. I became a hunter with everything from passing cars to local wildlife becoming my prey. The camera only got more impressive the more I used it. Ironically, the picture that would change my life required no hunting at all. I was photographing a squirrel in my tree when the neighbor girl pulled into her driveway. She stepped from her car and all thoughts of the squirrel fled. I had only seen her a few times since I moved in and was pretty sure she was a college student living at home with her mother. Since I am not a neighborly person by nature, I had never introduced myself, a decision I started to regret watching her walk down the drive. Her tan legs seemed to go on for miles beneath her barely-there shorts and her light blue v-neck shirt, which was probably a size too small, clung to her bouncing assets. I instinctively swung the camera into position and tried to capture every wonderful facet of that work of art. She walked from the mailbox to the house without ever noticing me. When the front door closed behind her, I swear the camera sighed with me. I rushed inside to download my loot. A photograph is a powerful thing. Instead of stealing an occasional glance, I was able to take my time and enjoy. I scrolled from picture to picture, admiring every intoxicating curve of her body. I was left confounded at how I had never really paid much attention to her. Hell, this girl could be a model! She was definitely better looking than most I had seen. "A light bulb turned on in my mind" or "the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place", whichever cliché you want to use. The point is that it dawned on me that she really COULD be a model and here I was with enough camera equipment to put most studios to shame, taking pictures of squirrels! I did not leave my computer much that night. Google became my new best friend and I perused page after page of the information it provided. I searched for everything a photographer needed to know and by three in the morning, I began to believe I might actually be able to pull this off. Too excited to sleep, I went downstairs and started unpacking Taylor's boxes. The stuff I had tossed aside days earlier was now recognizable. I really did have everything I needed to create a mini studio. My living room was a different place when the alarm clock chimed needlessly at seven. The TV and recliner were gone, replaced by studio equipment and my couch sat against the wall to open up the room. I was both exhausted and invigorated. The first piece in my plan was nearly complete. While a photographer by night, my day job was with a sign company in the nearby city. The company dealt with everything from business cards to storefronts, which was perfect. It had everything I needed to get my little "business venture" off the ground. I could not wait to get to work, which was an unorthodox feeling to say the least. I threw on some clothes and rushed into the office. I had a very productive day, just not for the company. I secretly printed off signs and business cards my little company would need and T&J photography was born. T&J for Taylor and Jasper; I figured it only appropriate to give my buddy a little credit. The waiting became the hardest part of the whole process. I spent the entire evening sitting on my porch, praying that the neighbor girl would appear. I wanted to run into her as if by chance, not for her to think I was stalking her. My patience was rewarded when her car turned onto the street. I breathed in deeply and prepared myself. "Stay cool, stick to the plan," I whispered. The car turned into the driveway and I hopped to my feet. My mind raced while I walked across the front lawn. The girl had just stepped out of her car when I yelled, "Hello." She turned to me with a "what the hell does this guy want" look and I felt like an idiot. My confidence wavered, but I had already come too far. "Sorry to bother you," I began. "Can I help you?" I was now standing at the edge of her driveway and the smell of her perfume threatened to pull me in. I locked my gaze on her face and focused on the plan. "I, uh, know we don't really know each other, but I am in kind of a bind." She crossed her arms and I started to think that this wouldn't work. "I got called away for work on short notice and I'm expecting an important package. Would it be possible for you to grab my mail for a couple days?" "Um, well—" she started to say. "Please? It would really help me out. I got called away on this photo shoot last minute." Her demeanor went from cold to warm like ice in a fire. "You're a photographer?" "Yeah, I run my own company, T&J studio." "Oh! I had no idea. I thought you were one of those computer people," she said. I cringed at the term "computer people". "No, I do photography work for a few different companies, but mostly I try to focus on my studio," I explained. "Oh. What kind of pictures do you take?" She said while unconsciously twirling a strand of hair. I wanted to smile, she had taken the bait. Now all I had to do was reel her in. "Well, I do magazine work from time to time, but my main focus is as a model scout." For the first time, I allowed my eyes to roam. She was wearing a blouse and skirt today, both showing off her sublime figure. "You know, you are very photogenic," I said, trying to act as if it had just occurred to me, "Have you ever considered modeling?" Her face lit up. "You think so? My friends have mentioned it, but I always thought they were just buttering me up," she replied. 'Yeah right,' I thought. She knew how attractive she was and now she was almost bubbling at the opportunity to get her photo taken. "You should listen to them. They might be right." "Isn't it expensive?" She tilted her head and flashed me a smile. 'Haha, now she is buttering me up!' I thought. "Yes, putting together a portfolio can be expensive," I told her. "Time is money and most agencies are inundated with models hoping for their chance." I paused a moment as if considering the situation. "Tell you what, you help me out and I will help you out." "I'm not sure I follow." 'Not the brightest,' I thought. "If you grab my mail for the next few days, I'll do your photo shoot for free." "Wow! That would be awesome!" She grinned and two cute little dimples appeared. "So we have a deal?" I asked, extending my hand forward. "Deal," she replied with a shake. "By the way, my name is Jasper." She blushed, which only made her cuter. "I'm Katy." "Well, Katy. Why don't you wait here? I'll grab one of my business cards and we can set up a time for your shoot." "Okay," she replied. I jogged back to my house and grabbed one of T&J studio's shiny new business cards. I gave it a flick and skipped back outside. Katy appeared lost in thought when I exited the house, probably imagining what a famous model she would be. My plan seemed to be working. Katy noticed me approach and snapped from the day-dream. I handed her my card and before I could say anything, she asked, "So when can you do my shoot?" "Well I will be out of town through Friday, but I'm free Friday at one." "Friday would work great!" "Perfect, I'll put you on the schedule." "Uh, what should I wear?" 'Nothing,' was the first thing to come to mind. "Why don't you bring a few options? I have a changing room and it is better to be over-prepared," I replied. I was starting to get really excited and decided I better wrap it up before I make a mistake. "Well I have some things to finish up before I leave. It was nice to meet you Katy. Thank you very much for taking care of my mail. Just drop it off when you come over. Oh, that reminds me, my studio is in my house." "Really?" "Yep, so we will take care of your shoot right there," I replied, "So, I guess I'll see you Friday." "See you Friday!" I turned and headed inside. I did not think that the whole exchange could have gone any better. If Friday goes half as well it will be a day to remember. I plopped down on the couch; it was going to be a long wait. For the next three days I was like a kid waiting for Christmas. I had to call into work sick since I could not risk going outside. Stuck inside my house, I did everything I could to keep busy; trying my best to look anywhere but at the clock. The plus was that is gave my plenty of time to perfect my "studio". I adjusted the lighting, set up back screens and possible props. In the end, I felt the final product was pretty damn good. Based on internet photos, my studio seemed pretty damn authentic looking. Christmas did finally come and I woke up with hopes that the day would involve unwrapping. I spent the morning browsing through the pictures I had taken of Katy that first night. I salivated over each picture and my imagination ran rampant with dreams of how she must look nude. I was still seated at the computer when the doorbell rang at 12:54. 'She's early, a good sign,' I thought. I logged off the computer and scampered to the front door before taking a few seconds to compose myself. When I pulled the door open, my jaw dropped. Katy looked stunning! Her hair was pulled up in elegant curls with a few strands falling free. She was wearing a black dress open at the top and stopping mid thigh at the bottom. The dress showed off her amazing rack and jaw dropping legs. "Hi Jasper!" I did my best to regain control. "Hello Katy. You... look very beautiful." "Thank you," she said with a smile. "I have your mail in my bag, but no packages came." "Yeah, I found out the package was delayed, but thanks anyway. Please, come in." I stood to the side so she could enter. "The studio is to your left," I told her as she walked past and followed her into the living room. The dress was open in the back, but a black bra strap ran across the middle. 'Damn, she didn't go braless,' I thought. "Wow, you have a nice setup," she said. "Thanks, are you ready to begin?" I grabbed the camera and asked. "Um, is there paperwork or anything?" she asked while looking at the camera nervously. 'Easy Jasper, stick to the plan,' I mentally reminded myself, 'I need to get her driver's license and have her sign the release form first.' "Yep, that is what I meant." I reined myself in and started to use my research to my advantage. I showed her the model release form I had created and explained that any pictures taken would be the property of T&J Studios and only be used for scouting purposes. I then asked for her driver's license for age verification. These must have been good touches as Katy appeared to ease up and started filling out the release form. I laughed to myself as I left the room to pretend to copy her driver's license. It was amazing how much credibility someone can get from a piece of paper. When I returned Katy looked as if she was about finished. "Okay, I think it's done," she said shortly after. "Looks good," I said after a quick scan of the document. "What next?" She asked. 'It's show time!' I thought as I said, "Let's start the shoot." "Why don't you stand by that screen over there? Good. Now step forward just a bit with your right leg and lean forward, resting your right hand on your right knee." Katy shifted into position without question and I started snapping pictures, making sure to focus on the visible cleavage. The voyeur in me grinned as I instructed her to lean forward a bit more. She did and the dress fell away, rewarding me with a wonderful view. "Great! Now, turn away from the camera and look back over your shoulder." Katy assumed the new position. Her dress stretched from the twisting and hugged her curves. 'God, why didn't I become a photographer?' I thought. Katy was like putty, waiting for me to mold into whatever position I desired. I led her from pose to pose, capturing her from every angle. Katy continued to loosen up as time passed and made small talk. I learned that she was a student at the local university and worked in one of the mall clothing stores. I was not overly interested but I was happy to see that she was beginning to trust me. My focus was on the pictures and every one I took heightened my desire to see more. My prick stirred from just thinking of the possibilities and I decided it was time to move on. "Alright Katy, I think we have enough shots for this outfit. Let's see what else you brought," I said. Inside my mind was performing summersaults. I could not wait to see what else she would be wearing. I just needed one of the outfits to be a bit more conducive to exposure. While the dress looked wonderful, it really did not leave me many options. It was either on or off and I doubted she would be willing to simply remove it. I needed something I could work her out of. "Okay," she said and opened her bag, "I brought two other outfits with me, but if you don't feel they are good choices, I can run home and get something else." She proceeded to lay the two outfits out on the couch. The first consisted of a light floral button down blouse and jeans while the second was a frilly red shirt with a black skirt. The floral shirt had buttons and the red shirt did not, which made my decision easy. "Let's go with the floral shirt and jeans." "Okay." Katy scooped up the clothes and headed into the changing room. I watched her leave before rushing to the computer to download a few of the pictures so far. I wanted to make sure everything was turning out okay. This was definitely one set of pictures I wanted to save. Katy emerged a few minutes later and I could not help but smile. The floral blouse and jeans looked fabulous on her. It gave her a sort of country look that was a huge turn-on; all it need now was for her to loosen a few buttons. "How do I look?" Katy asked with a quick twirl. "Great," I said and truly believed that if given the opportunity she could really succeed in modeling. What I wanted to know now was how far was she was willing to go in order to achieve it. "Katy, I am going to level with you. Sexy is in." I said and paused a moment before continuing, "You see it everywhere; commercials, ads and definitely on the runway." I had her complete attention. "The agencies know this and they expect their models to know it." Katy nodded. "What I am trying to say is that if you are serious about modeling, it would be extremely beneficial to spice up your portfolio." "What do you mean by spice it up?" Katy asked. "Well for starters, I would recommend undoing a button or two on your blouse." Katy's cheeks reddened at the suggestion and I held my breath thinking, 'Please, please, please.' "O—okay," she responded which sent fireworks off in my head! Katy reached down and unfastened the first button on her blouse. She then hesitated, looked at me, and reached down to unfasten the second. Now I have never had a problem with pre-mature ejaculation, but goddam if I was not close watching her unbutton that blouse. The release of the second button caused the blouse to spread open nicely, exposing a good deal of her bra. The shirt's last button was located below the middle of her breasts and struggled to hold the shirt together. I spent a few minutes taking pictures of the exposure. I stared at the white bra, lusting at what lie beneath and formulating my next course of action. When I finally worked up the courage to press her further, I hoped that I was not pushing her too hard too fast. "Katy, it would help if you could lose the bra. With your shirt open the way it is, the bra just clutters up the shot." Katy's cheeks went a deep shade of red and an uncomfortable silence invaded the room. I began to fear that I went too far. "Katy, I understand that you're nervous. Remember we will only go as far as you're comfortable with. My job is to try to get the best shots possible, so that the agencies notice you instead of the thousands of other girls." "I know. It is just that... everything is happening so fast." "Well, this is a fast paced business and you have to ask yourself whether you can handle that. I can't force you to do anything, only offer suggestions, but I do want to stress that these are the things that set portfolios apart." Katie chewed her lip while debating what to do while I held my breath. I did not have to wait long. "Alright," she said in a determined voice and turned from the camera. Katy reached inside the blouse to unsnap the bra and my hands began to tremble with excitement. I watched her work the bra free underneath the shirt. Once free, she dropped it to the floor and hesitated a moment before turning back to the camera. I watched earnestly as she spun around with her arms pressed against her chest. She took another second, as if building up her courage, before dropping her arms to her sides. I stared as if seeing a masterpiece for the first time. Her breasts were no longer hidden behind the bra and lay perilously close to freedom. Nearly a third of each was visible and her nipples had to be only just out of sight. The newly exposed white skin contrasted perfectly against her tan. Katy embarrassedly looked away from my gaze. It was intensely erotic. Camera Capers I snapped picture after picture of the wonderful display and Katy continued to stare shyly downwards. I moved to each side trying to see more but her nipples remained elusive. It didn't matter. With her breasts this close to exposure, practically any position I put her in would result in some nudity. That thought sent stirs spiraling through my loins. "You're doing great Katy," I said, pleased that my voice remained steady, "I want you to turn your hips to the left and twist your upper body back to face the camera with your hands on your hips." Katy, accustomed to following my instructions, moved into the new position without a second thought. It was not a position I had picked randomly and when she twisted her upper body back, the shirt's tension pulled on the blouse's left edge. The edge slid open and a pink nipple popped into view. Katy's face went crimson and she yanked the shirt back into place. I watched blissfully while she attempted the position again, this time holding the blouse in place while she twisted. "Katy, it looks pretty foolish if you are holding onto the shirt edge. I need your left hand on your hip." Katy looked at me in desperation as her hand wavered between letting go of the blouse and holding on. I offered no guidance, just stood silently and waited for her to assume the proper pose. She closed her eyes and her desperate expression faded into resignation. Her left hand slowly released its hold and dropped sluggishly to her hip. The edge slid back open and her nipple re-appeared. I could tell from the look on her face that she was dying to reach back up and cover herself. I jumped into action and the camera clicked like a typewriter. When Katy started fidgeting, I decided it best to step it back a bit. "Excellent shot," I praised. "Now turn your upper body so that it is in line with your hips and place your hands on your backside." Katy quickly pulled her shirt closed before assuming the new position. "Good. Now look up as if you're looking at the stars." She followed my instruction and I started to snap pictures of the new pose. Her upturned look pulled the blouse vertically and it pressed tightly against her bosom. The outline of her breasts was very apparent against the thin material and two little bumps appeared. 'Damn she has nice tits,' I thought. My need to see those breasts in all their glory pushed me toward greater risks. "How are you doing?" I asked. "I—I'm okay." "You're doing great," I said trying to bolster her for what I was about to attempt. "Face the camera again. This time slightly twist your hips so that your right leg is in front of your left." Her breasts swayed underneath her blouse as she changed posture. "Great, now tilt your head down to the right and run your left hand through your hair." "Like this?" "Yep, that's just about perfect," I responded. 'Time for the risky part,' I thought. "Katy I need to adjust your shirt for this shot." Silence. "Um, al—alright," she finally replied. Katy's voice was not the only thing to betray her nervousness; her face was filled with distress. My nerves were bouncing around like little rubber balls, and my heart pounded against my ribs. 'Do it Jasper!' I demanded to myself and stepped forward. Katy remained motionless, staring down and to the left as I had instructed. I forced my hand to move towards the final button. She didn't say a word as I slid the button free. Her blouse fell open and rested loosely over her chest. Emboldened by her lack of response and driven by lust, I started to open the blouse. Katy's cheeks flared in discomfort, but she made no effort to stop me. I could barely believe it. I excitedly watched the blouse spread apart. Her nipples appeared followed by the rest of her breasts. The blouse was hanging at her sides when I released its edges and her breasts were completely uncovered. I glanced at her for any dangerous signs before reaching up and pushing the blouse free of her shoulders. It floated off her arms and to the floor and I was left gaping at her nakedness. Katy's breath quickened and she started to squirm under my intense gaze. I realized I was supposed to be taking pictures. I backtracked to the camera, only taking my eyes off her chest when I had the camera in hand. My view switched to one from behind the lens. I started to photograph her bare tits from all angles. Her pink nipples stuck out like little eraser heads and I moved in to snap pictures of them from mere inches away. I was worried that at any moment Katy would angrily close her shirt and make a scene, but it never happened. Her eyes remained fixated on the floor as she held the pose. It sent my lust to astronomical levels. A tiny voice in my head started to whisper that I should go further. That voice gained credibility with every passing second and soon was a confident roar. I let the camera fall against my chest and reached for the button on her blue jeans. Katy did respond to that. Her head turn to me, eyes wide. I put a finger to my mouth and whispered, "Shhh, the chemistry between you and the camera is amazing. Let me work with it." Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment and her face was filled with indecision. I do not know whether she truly believed what I was telling her, but when her gaze dropped, I took it as a green light and started unbuttoning her jeans. Titillating white panty came into view and I started sliding the jeans down her long tan legs. Her panties emerged inch by inch from underneath and looked ravishing against the tan skin. The jeans continued their slow descent down her legs and when they reached her ankles, Katy stepped free. My head turned upwards and I admired her exquisite physique. A rational man would have stopped there, but I was far past rational. My mind was consumed by desire. I discarded the jeans and my hands found her legs. When they made contact with her smooth skin, I heard an intake of breath above. Like a sculptor and his subject, my fingers glided up her legs and recorded their sensuous feel. They drifted past her calves and over her thighs leaving goose bumps in their wake, before finally come to a stop at the cloth of her panty waistband. The intake of breath became a gasp when my fingers slid between the waistband and her skin. Katy's hands covered mine in a flash. Our eyes locked again, but this time, she opened her mouth to dissent. "Just let it flow," I whispered. "But—" "Trust me, this will make you famous." Katy stood there in obvious turmoil. I didn't wait for her answer. I gave her hands a little nudge and the grip on my hands wavered. Another nudge and her hands fell away. My hands basked in their release and started pulling her panties downwards. The white panties left equally white skin behind and the beginning of blonde hair came into view. Katy's hands covered her face in embarrassment. I stared ahead voyeuristically as the blonde hair turned into a well-trimmed strip and lingered when the top of her panties reached her womanhood, relishing the moment. When I lowered them that last inch I almost lost it. The front tip of her pussy came into view, sending shockwaves of lust through my mind. Katy pressed her legs together, but she could not hide everything. My vision locked greedily onto the hint of her pink lips and I slid the panties down those smooth legs. Katy remained motionless when the panties reached her ankles, so I gave her leg a little squeeze. She gingerly lifted her leg for me to remove the panties and her pussy came fully into view. The sight drove me wild. Her legs clamped back together and she covered her exposure with her hands. My glimpse was gone, but my mind blazed in remembrance. I stood back up, taking in her stunning figure now on full display. I raised the camera and its rapid click was the room's only sound. I wandered her unclad body through its lens, traveling from her tits to her hands, trying feebly to cover her womanhood. I circled around to receive my first full view of her ass. A bikini line traveled across the middle of her naked cheeks, separating white from tan. The two hills formed a bottom that begged to be squeezed. Below the cheeks a dark mound was just barely visible. I placed my hand on the top of her back and guided her upper body forward. She followed my lead and leaned forward, unaware of how much she was exposing in the process. Her butt lifted up and her pink lips came into view. The sight of her bent before me left me wanting to pull out my aching cock and stuff her full. Thankfully, I was still in more in control than that. I instead attempted to satiate my desire through the camera lens. I snapped shot after glorious shot. Katy's head was facing forward and she was unable to see me move the camera to within inches of her plump lips. Even so, I figured that by now she had to be aware that I had an unhindered view of her pussy. Her last barrier had fallen. I took Katy's hand and led her across the room to my couch. She followed without protest, probably in a state of shock. I gently eased her onto the couch. She sat down with surprising grace for someone in her position, keeping her legs together and turning them to the right once seated. I laughed inside, after everything she was still clinging to her inhibitions. My tender hands began to mold her into position. I leaned her back into the couch and guided her right hand to her hip. Then raised her left hand to her mouth and placed the pointer finger against her lips. My fingers trailed from her left hand to her neck and downwards. They traveled down her chest and between her breasts causing Katy to wriggle in discomfort, but she never complained. I chalked it up to sheer confusion. My finger continued across her flat tummy and detoured just before reaching the blonde hair. The hand finally came to rest on her left knee and started to moving it outwards. Katy tightened momentarily, but my continued pressure persevered. Her muscles relaxed and her long legs spread apart. Her intoxicating pink lips emerged once more and left me breathless. I didn't stop until her legs were spread wide. Katy's face looked pained as she watched me gaze freely at her exposure. To her credit, Katy maintained the pose I had put her in, finger to mouth and all. I stepped back to view my masterpiece. She sat there legs wide and finger provocatively at her mouth. My crotch bulged powerfully at the sight and I had to fight the urge to rub it. I focused the camera and devoured the scene. After a minute or so, I wanted more. "Katy," I said. She jumped in surprise at my voice. "Massage your breast with your left hand." It was totally different type of instruction and I was unsure how she would react. Katy looked from the floor to me and then back. She closed her eyes and dropped her left hand to her breast. She tentatively grabbed the tit before starting to massage the ample flesh. I gleefully watched as her hand moved the pert breast in circles. She had followed my instruction and was playing with herself for the camera! Katy's eyes remained closed so she did not see me quietly unzip my pants and pull out my rock hard penis. I let go of the camera and I began to stroke it. Lust coursed through my veins. I don't know if it was because the camera stopped clicking or because she sensed me getting closer, but Katy's eyes opened and widened at the sight of my naked cock. She stopped massaging her boob, confused. "W—what are you doing?" "Getting paid," I responded and reached for her full tit. She sank back into the couch, away from my hand. "You—you said that this would be free." "The shoot WAS free," I explained, "but there is still the cost of development and submitting the pictures to the agencies." "You didn't say anything about that!" Her expression shifted to one of anger for the first time, my fear gave me pause. "I thought you knew," I lied, "Development and submission can cost thousands of dollars and after a shoot like this I figured you would want to go forward." Her face still flared in anger, but concern crept in. "I don't have that kind of money!" "Most models don't, so this is how they pay," I replied. I knew I was taking a serious gamble, but my ravenous desire spurred me forward. I hoped she was gullible enough to believe my claims. Her silence encouraged me and I continued, "Most models see it as a more than fair trade off." "What is it that you want?" she finally replied. 'Oh thank you God,' I thought, 'she is mine.' "Just a little relief," I responded. I reached for her full breast again and this time she didn't back off. My hand enclosed the full tit. Everything had come to fruition. Katy looked away and chewed on her lip while I fondled her tits. I was like a kid in the candy store as I squeezed and toyed with the soft flesh in sheer delight. My right hand slid around the base of the breast and guided the nipple to my mouth. I latched onto the nipple and slid my tongue back and forth over the hard nub. Her left breast bounced into place when my left hand let go and started its descent. It traveled down her stomach and into the valley below. I brushed across her blonde hair and dived between her legs. Moist warmth greeted my arrival and my finger began to lightly slide up and down her pussy. I savored the silky flesh of her full lips before gently prodding into their opening. Katy was breathing heavily by the time my index finger started to disappear. Wonderful warmth surrounded my finger and I eagerly pushed it fully in. I continued to suckle her tit as my finger slid in and out. I was enjoying every second and from the sound of Katie's breathing, she was too. I continued my fun until my dick could take no more. My wet finger slid free and I released her ravaged tit. I stood up and using my right hand, nudged her head forward. Katy looked up towards me and immediately knew what I was implying. Her eyes dropped to my dick and her right hand reached out. She hesitantly moved my cock around as if studying it. I was in no mood for waiting and anxiously gave her head another nudge. Katy grimaced and closed her eyes as she wrapped those luscious lips around my shaft. I was not sure if she was a virgin or not, but within seconds I knew that she had definitely given a blowjob before. She took a moment to swirl her tongue around my cock's head before plunging down the shaft. Her mouth felt fantastic and I clenched as hard as I could to prevent myself from coming. I stared as this gorgeous college girl bobbed back and forth on my cock. She was able to handle most of my length and I knew that it was a going to be impossible to delay much longer. I savored her warm mouth for as long as I could before shooting what felt like the biggest load of my life. Katy's eyes sprang open in surprise and she tried to pull back, but I held her head in place. I continued to ravish her mouth while I pumped load after load of semen in. My dick was almost limp when I finally pulled out. Katy eyes were watery and she spat out any remnants. There was not much. She had been forced to swallow most of it. I left the room for a moment to grab a towel from the bathroom and returned to the sight of Katy sitting naked on the couch, her right hand filled with cum. It sent a tell-tale twitch through my deflated penis. I gave her the towel and sat down beside her. I fondled her tits some more as she wiped cum from her hand. She looked at me exasperated. "I think you got your relief," she said and I smiled. "Not quite, were talking about a lot of money." "I don't—" she began. "Just lay back," I told her. Katy's mouth remained open as if to argue before clamping shut. She rolled her eyes and lay backwards onto the couch. My mouth found her neck and slowly kissed its way down to her breasts. I enjoyed her breasts for a short time before heading further. I kissed my way across her flat tummy and unaware of how Katy was reacting, burrowed my head between her legs. The smell of her womanhood filled my nostrils and I ran my tongue along her lips, relishing my first true taste of her. My tongue flicked back and forth before finally settling on her rosebud. Her moan was the first reaction I received. I kissed the bud ever so lightly and flicked the tip of my tongue across the sensitive spot. The small moan soon turned full-fledged and my right hand moved towards her anus. It slid along along the sensitive tissue below her vagina and then traced her anus. All the while I continued my mouth's assault. Her hips began to buck and push eagerly against my mouth in pleasure. When her legs clamped around my head and her body shuddered deeply, I knew she had succumbed. My penis was back to full strength after our exchange and while Katy lay there recovering from her orgasm, I slid into position. My penis made contact with those inviting lips and her eyes sprang open in shock. I pushed forward before she could react and plunged into her. Her lips wrapped tightly around my shafted, sucking me in. It felt incredible. She defiantly met my gaze and started to struggle, trying to push me out. We stared at each other in silence, neither of us wanting to back down. She faltered first, releasing a frustrated sigh and turning away. My dick was still fully submerged and I slowly drew it out, watching how her lips hugged my shaft. The head came into view and I plunged back in. Immense pleasure rolled through me. I was grateful that I had already cum once today; otherwise I probably would have lost it. As it was, I smiled with the knowledge that I would get to enjoy her for a while. I slid long stroke after long stroke into her tight opening, savoring the sight of her sucking me in. My arms started to tire and I decided to change position. I reached behind her and pulled her forward. "You on top." Katy didn't argue, probably just wanting to get it over with and I slid comfortably back onto the couch. Her lithe young body straddled me and when I told her to put me in, she shot me dangerous look before guiding me to her opening. She closed her eyes and lowered herself. I watched happily as her body began to move up and down. She began to speed up and I grabbed her hips to control the speed. I didn't want this ending too quickly. I made her work my cock slowly so I could enjoy the view of my dick being devoured by her pussy. Katy kept her eyes closed and followed my lead. The view was phenomenal and I stared up at her firm tits, gently bouncing with each stroke. I let go of her hips to fondle them. No longer under my control, Katy started to speed up. Her hips crashed into me faster and faster, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I released her tits and they bounded up and down. Where was my camera when I needed it? A powerful wave swept up my shaft and I realized that I was about to come! I tried to clench, but it was too late; my semen escaped. Katy continued to work my cock, oblivious to the semen pumping into her. It wasn't until I grunted that she realized. Her eyes widened in fear and she leapt off. White cum dribbled down her leg. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm not on the pill!" I tried to focus, which is hard when a adorable nineteen year old is standing naked in front of you with cum dribbling down her leg. I said the first thing to come to mind, "Don't worry, I can't have kids." It worked. Katy calmed down immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry." I almost burst out laughing. I had just deceived and technically raped her and she was sorry? The whole thing struck me as extremely funny. "I need to get cleaned up," she said in response to my silence. I pointed her to the bathroom and watched as she picked up her clothes and crossed the room. I could never tire of watching that body. I slid my pants back on and waited for her to finish up. She exited the bathroom once again wearing the blouse and jeans. She packed her things back into the bag and we walked to the front door in silence. Neither one of us really knew what to say. She was halfway across my front yard when I finally called out. Camera Capers "Katy!" She stopped and turned back. "Great fucking shoot!" Katy laughed and smiled before continuing across the lawn. I closed the door, smiled, and walked to the computer to start downloading the pictures. 'I guess I would be buying Taylor's equipment after all,' I thought with a chuckle. I would have to figure out what I was going to say the next time I saw Katy.