Photographer 28

It was a rush to see Nicole falling down to her knees just because I asked her to, in the middle of her living room, wearing nothing but a skimpy maid costume. The level of control she had surrendered in the last few days was simply unbelievable. 

She said nothing after her initial half-hearted complaint, focusing on her task. She spread her legs wider to balance herself as she pulled down my shorts, allowing her skirt to ride even higher. It didn’t add much due to the current angle, but if anyone walked in the room, they would see her plump ass, under the limited cover of a g-string. She didn’t seem concerned in that, too occupied by the sight of my erection, throbbing aggressively 

Her hands met at the base of the shaft, but she didn’t waste any time before grabbing the crown with her beautiful pillow lips, her tongue jumping on immediately. She didn’t push deep at first, but the enthusiastic pumping of her hands compensated for it, so I let her act to her heart's content for a while, enjoying the vibration of her soft moans. 

However, I decided to change things a bit when her hands left their post, landing on my thighs to give her strength as she pushed deeper, swallowing half of it in one go. I put one of my hands through her beautiful brunette locks, leading her as she moved back and forth, while the other hand slipped down into her cleavage, cupping her breast. 

That quickened her pace quite a bit as her head started pumping up and down, but she didn’t neglect to pull out occasionally to give an aggressive lick to the side, showing just how far she had come from her earlier passive acceptance. Not only all thoughts of denying me had a well-past, but also she was eagerly experimenting on new things. 

She was such a good landlady. 

Her desire intensifying with every passing second, Nicole clearly cared nothing but the cock sliding back and forth between her lips as she hungrily sucked with all the enthusiasm of a new housewife cleaning her house, making my shaft harder and harder as it slipped repeatedly through her moist lips. She obediently followed my directions as I pushed her deeper and deeper, grabbing my thighs tighter to push herself. 

Meanwhile, her nipples had turned rock hard under my fingers as I treated myself with her soft breasts, stretching the costume more and more, not that I cared about much. It was already a miracle that it was able to resist Nicole’s curves. Moreover, if I wanted her to dress with that again, there were no problems making her wear a ripped costume. Not like it was going to stay on her for too long in any case. 

But the real reaction came when I brought my foot to her crotch, the deficient cover of the g-string utterly unprepared to hold back her fire as it turned into a wet mess through her arousal. “Damn, you’re wet,” I commented, amused by the sudden blush it created. Apparently, sucking someone in the middle of her living room while wearing a maid costume that would have fit perfectly to a porn movie wasn’t as shameful as commenting on her arousal —like it was a secret in the first place. 

However, that only made Nicole moan louder, which in turn made me groan as the vibrations traveled across my shaft. I started pushing my hips forward to match her greedy gobbling, once again probing her throat. She accepted the change of pace obediently, giving in to my control utterly, letting me guide her back and forth as I literally fucked her mouth, not neglecting her tongue movement even for a second. 

I pulled my hand out of her bustier, instead grabbed my camera. “Smile,” I said as I took a few rapid photos, enjoying the way her eyes widened. “Don’t worry, they are for the private collection,” I reminded her, which managed to subtract the panic from her mood, leaving the only arousal it awakened. Her pushes quickened, enveloping my shaft with her throat, finally taking it all the way. 

Then, she stopped, holding my shaft imprisoned in her throat as she gagged helplessly. “Damn, girl, you know how to keep your employer happy,” I commented as I groaned once more, getting closer to cumming, my cock twitching in a warning.

However, Nicole stayed in the same position, even when my cock twitched as a threat. Only when it started bursting with my climax, she pulled herself back, but kept the head in her mouth, catching all of it, not letting even a drop go to waste. Watching her hum as she caught my cum, treating it like a spectacular wine, was an amazing rush. “Excellent, now swallow,” I ordered, and she did so with great gusto. 

“Amazing work,” I commented even as I made her turn and pushed down, until she was on all fours on the floor. It was the most appropriate way to spoil a maid, I decided. 

She barely reacted as I caressed the inside of her legs briefly before pulling down her g-string, leaving her lips naked, though her moans rose immediately when my fingers easily slipped into her slit, her hips bucking at the sudden—but welcome—intrusion to her core. "You’re so wet," I murmured as I steadily moved my fingers up and down, rubbing her clit in the process.

Nicole could do nothing but stand on all fours, trying not to collapse as her body eagerly accepted my treatment. The faster my fingers moved, the louder her moans become, steadily climbing toward a climax as she was being finger-fucked in the middle of her house. However, as I felt the first hints of clenching, I pulled my hand back. I didn’t want her climaxing under my fingers. 

“What do you want, Nicole?” I asked even as I aligned myself to her entrance, ready to slam into her delicious expanse. “Tell me what you want?” 

“I want your cock, sir,” she gasped loudly, her voice strained with arousal, but somehow still managing to stick into her role. Or maybe, it wasn’t. 

“Good, but on one condition,” I said even as I pushed the crown into her entrance. “You’re going to promise that you’re going to dress better around the house. I don’t want to see you wearing frumpy sweatpants anymore. Instead, you’re going to wear short skirts, even tinier shorts, and anything that covers your delicious belly is forbidden.” 

“But-” she started, only to receive a spank. “What about the girls?” she muttered. 

“They are both adults, they can handle it,” I said, enjoying the desperation as she pushed her hips back, only for me to pull back. “Promise, or I leave you like this, panting and aroused.” 

“Please, sir,” she gasped desperately while I caressed her ass lazily. 

“No, you either dress better around the house, or we stop for the day.” I chuckled before continuing. “Be thankful that I’m not ordering you to walk around in lingerie.” 

Her gasp of panic was delicious enough to tempt me to invade her, but I managed to wait until her surrender. “I agree, sir. Now, please, fuck me.” 

“As you wish,” I said I pushed forward, finally treating myself to the warmth of her pussy, enjoying as she stretched for my girth. And as much as I wanted to grab her tits, dangling as I slammed inside her, my hands were once more occupied by my camera, taking photo after photo. There was something delicious in recording the way her back arched as I invaded her once more, this time in the middle of her living room, essentially completing my conquest. 

She was mine, there was no doubt about that. 

However, after a while, the dance of her tits got too attractive to deny, so I put the camera on the side —after switching it to movie mode, to create another exciting home movie— and let my fingers sink into the great expanse she had on display.  

“Oh, god, yes,” Nicole moaned, surprising me with her initiative. Usually, she was too shy to speak —which was an interesting juxtaposition, as she wasn’t too shy to be recorded while wearing transparent panties and being fucked— so the change was rather entertaining. “It feels amazing, fuck me harder,” she added, and since I was a gentleman, I quickened my assault. With the quivering brunette in front of me, it wasn’t exactly a chore. 

“So, you want to cum,” I whispered even as I started spanking her ass. “Such a slutty whore,” I said even as I squeezed her ass. “Luckily for you, I’m a kind employer.” I caressed her spine gently, contrasting my aggressive pumping, which finally triggered her climax. 

I pulled out, just enough to flip her, so that she was laying on her back, with only the carpet to soften the floor. I lifted her legs and plunged, so that her ankles were around my shoulder, forcing her to bend whenever I pushed. 

I kept one hand on her tits, the other reaching for the camera. “Smile for the camera, sweetie,” I said even as I continued to pump inside her, and she was yet to process the aftermath of her initial shock. It was going to be normal sex, when I heard the sudden click of a door. I raised my gaze while a pair of shocked gasps reached my ear, one from Nicole… 

One from Nancy… 

They had a matching shocked expression on their faces, though luckily, neither could see the other thanks to the couch blocking Nancy from seeing parts of the carpet, including Nicole’s face. That was a dangerous moment, one that potentially ruined everything I had established here, but rather than making me fear, it made me even more aroused. “Play along,” I whispered to Nicole even as I grabbed her costume, pulling it up aggressively. It left her naked, but in exchange, it covered her most important part, her face. 

“I can’t believe what are you doing in the living room,” Nancy gasped in shock as she walked closer, her red hair dancing in a way that reflects her fury. At this point, she was close enough to see Nicole’s face if it wasn’t for the costume covering her face. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Oh, hey, Nancy,” I said even as I grabbed my camera, still pointing at Nicole, taking photos. “Long time no see.” 

“Long time no see,” she repeated, shocked, stalling for a moment. And her shock allowed me to focus on her dress, wearing a short skirt and a conservative top that nonetheless looked delicious on her fit body. The flashing anger in her eyes made it even better. “That’s all you can say?” 

“What exactly you expect me to say,” I said even as I continued to pump into Nicole at the same pace. “I’m having a photoshoot here.” 

“Photoshoot, that’s what you call it! You’re doing porn.” she gasped in shock, her green eyes flickering with fury, and no small amount of jealousy. “And stop fucking that slut.” 

“No can do,” I answered. “And to your knowledge, we’re not doing porn, it’s just that my model was feeling a bit shy, so I’m helping her to relax.” 

“Yeah, because that slut clearly needs relaxing,” Nancy said with a cutting tone, making Nicole whimper helplessly, but also made her tighten even more around my girth. “What do you think Nicole would say when she learns that,” she continued, which made Nicole relax just a bit, ensuring that she wasn’t being recognized yet despite her recognizable hair and body type. 

Apparently, for Nancy, such a possibility was so unlikely that it wasn’t even worth considering. 

“Sure, go ahead,” I said with a smirk. “I look forward to having a discussion with Nicole about how I treat my models.” I watched them smugly as both women reacted that in their own way, thinking that the target was themselves. Nancy sputtered a bit, then I smirked wider. “And, are you really the best one to talk about the sanctity of the living room,” I added, subtly reminding her of the naughty times we experienced on the couch, when I caught her watching porn. 

“That’s different,” she immediately replied as her arms wrapped around her body, as if she was trying to cover herself. Meanwhile, Nicole tightened significantly, to the point of making me suspect whether she had another secret side as an exhibitionist. But that was something to be tested under less sensitive circumstances.  

“Really, how?” I said, but when she didn’t answer, I let it slide. As much as it was a rush to mock Nancy while fucking Nicole in front of her —though she was unaware of her identity— I was pushing my luck. Any moment, Nancy could recognize Nicole, or she could say something that would inform Nicole that she wasn’t the only beauty I was tasting in the house. “Anyway, feel free to stay and watch, your presence is doing wonders for her shyness,” I said, reminding Nancy that, in her arousal, she was effectively watching a live erotic movie. 

“You’re a pig!” Nancy replied with a shout as she dashed back toward the door. “I’ll be back in an hour, make sure you finished with that whore, or I’ll tell Nicole!” 

With that last threat —and a completely ineffective one considering Nicole’s current position— Nancy left the house. Only then, Nicole dropped the costume. “Well, that was exciting,” I said mockingly even as I started taking photos. 

“We need to stop,” she gasped, though she didn’t make any move to actually do so. 

“Really? Why?” I said. “She’s already gone, what’s the harm in finishing. Or do you really want to stop without cumming once more?” 

That last part effectively cut her complaints. “Can’t we just go to my bedroom,” she begged. 

“No,” I said. “Not when I’m this close to cumming. She stayed silent, and I took it as an opportunity to turn on the intensity, the sound of hips slamming filling the room. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I asked.

“I want to cum!” she moaned after a moment of silence, the temptation of the pleasure overwhelming the mortification she had just experienced. Not to mention, she was panting helplessly. 

“Do you want me to cum inside?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, fill me in!” 

I smirked like I had just got an idea. “Then, why don’t you wrap your beautiful legs around me and pull me deeper, so that I can properly fill you?” 

She said nothing, not that she needed to when her plump legs curled around my waist, slowly pulling me deeper inside her. Drunk with pleasure, she just moaned helplessly while I found myself imprisoned inside her, which finally triggered a climax. “Yes,” she moaned deliriously as her legs turned into prison bars, imprisoning me inside her as I burst forth…