Photographer 25

I waited for a minute for Penny to get her breathing back, though I would be lying if I didn’t like the way she struggled to breathe after an extended deep-throat session, even though it was cruel of me to make her first blowjob experience such a difficult one. On the positive note, I created a delicious baseline for her to address. 

My smile widened when she finally lifted her head, only to look confused, like she wasn’t sure where her own arousal was coming from. And her arousal was still alive and burning thick. 

A perfect expression to immortalize, I suddenly decided. 

“Stand up, honey,” I ordered her even as I presented her with my hand to help her stand up. “We have a lot of work to do.” 

She grabbed my hand, both her hands and her legs still shaking on the aftermath of the exhausting play, barely able to lift herself enough to sit on the hood of the car once more. “Can I have some water,” she asked. 

“To drink or to clean yourself?” I asked. 

Her blush was answer enough, but she still stammered and answer. “T-to clean myself.” 

“Then you need to wait for a moment, I have some interesting photos to take first.” I raised the camera before continuing. “Smile.” 

Despite her shocked expression, she followed my order, and a smile appeared on her face. It was a confused, hesitant one, but I still took several pictures. That expression might not be as impressive when it came to setting things up, but in her current state —exhausted and covered with my cum— it had a much better energy, worthy of being immortalized. 

“Now, smile wider, and I want one of your arms pressing against the hood, the other on your stomach. Keep your legs crossed,” I said, giving her several directions rapidly. She followed them, and I added several corrections, some necessary, some purely to distract her a bit from the sheer pornography of the situation to give her more natural poses. 

And it worked. After several more photos, her expression looked much more natural, arousal dancing just behind the surface. I decided to push that mood to the limit. “Excellent,” I said. “Now, both hands on your breasts.” She was quick to raise them cup her breasts, hiding them from the view —though not very effectively with her delicate hands. 

“Not like that,” I corrected her, my tone exasperated like a teacher might have after seeing a pupil making the same mistake despite repeated explanation. And Penny blushed and flinched, reacting like an enthusiastic student. Perfect for my objectives. “I don’t want you to cover your breasts, I want you to play with them. Let your fingers sink into your flesh, play with your nipples, draw circles… Give me something interesting to work with, honey.” 

She said nothing, but despite her blush, her hands followed my directions, and started mauling and squeezing her own breasts with a practiced ease enough to make my shaft rock hard once more. Her eyes fell down, examining my length —visible since I hadn’t bothered to put my pants back on after her spectacular service. 

There was a practiced ease in her movements, suggesting that she might have fairly inexperienced when it came to sex, but the situation was quite different when it came to playing with herself. 

And she was sensitive. Just a minute after she started playing with her breasts, her hesitancy and fear disappeared. Her cries joined to the monotonous clicks of the camera, making the scene much more enjoyable. Even better, she started to change poses unprompted, showing an initiative she had never shown before, and I pressed my shutter madly, trying to immortalize the amazing scenes she was generating just by playing with her breasts. 

She might not be a natural model, but she was a natural pornstar… 

Noticing my excitement, she blushed shyly, which only added to the beauty of the scene. Despite her shyness, she scooped some of my cum from her breasts and brought it to her mouth, sucking it gently, not neglecting to moan loudly. “You’re a masterpiece,” I exclaimed enthusiastically, impressed with her initiative. “Give me more.” 

“As you wish,” she gasped, and leaned down while she pushed her breast up, until she captured her own nipple, sucking furiously, But the real surprise came when she parted her legs, revealing her treasure, stiff puffy after my merciless pounding earlier. Her moans got louder as her fingers disappeared deeper, her thumb teasing her clit with a practiced ease.

“You’re a wonder, a marvel of beauty,” I gasped even as moved closer, recording every inch of her body as she desperately fingered her body, But my focus was on her face, transforming every second with the build up of pleasure. At that moment, I was glad that I didn’t bother to put my pants back on, because it would have delayed my next action. Without a warning, I grabbed her wrist and forcibly pulled her fingers off her tits, only to replace them with my shaft, slamming mercilessly. 

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, both hands on her tits once more as I impaled her mercilessly, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the opening. Her expression lost the last hint of reservation, filled with a wanton joy instead. I once again flicked the camera to record mode, immortalizing every twitch, every micro expression, every move. 

I needed to keep her with me, I decided, maybe even signing an exclusivity contract to own her image to prevent her from working with anyone else without a hefty price —a price a competitor wouldn’t pay. I canceled my plans to —eventually— recommend her to my friends, because they were no different than me. Even the ones with different tastes would still do their best to use her as a chip to gain favor from their bosses or their clients. 

Penny was mine, I suddenly decided. 

“I’m cumming,” I warned her, despite having no intention of pulling out. After all, I had decided to make her mine. What better way to mark that decision than marking her in the most special way possible. 

Her reaction surprised me, though not in a bad way. Her legs were suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Fill me in!” she moaned, lost in pleasure. I could never disappoint her like that, so I sprayed in, triggering another climax in her as well. I had no intention of pulling back, but her legs, still wrapped around my body, didn’t give me a chance in any case. 

I stayed in, enjoying her warmth, while she rode yet another orgasm. I examined her body, thinking just how much money I could have made if I just convinced her to do porn. 

Pity that I was too possessive. 

Wrapped in her warmth, it wasn’t a surprise when my shaft was resurrected in a record speed. But instead of slamming into her once more, I leaned in and whispered. “Maybe we should call a day, you look exhausted,” I whispered in my throatiest tone. 

“N-no,” she shuddered dazedly, like stopping at this point would have been the worst thing she could imagine… 

“Are you sure?” I asked, even as I put my hand on her lower stomach, just where her most sensitive spot ended, caressing gently. “You do look exhausted.” 

“Please!” she whimpered desperately, loud enough to echo. “I need it, please,” she repeated. 

“Your wishes, my command,” I repeated as I plunged myself into her deepest crevices, extracting another beautiful cry, hot enough to melt the ice. Her body, filled with desire, just arched back, enjoying the assault. Under other circumstances, I might have been a bit annoyed with her passive participation, but today, Penny deserved my attention. 

I could always train her to be better another day. 

Of course, that didn’t mean that she would not have anything to push. “Cry for me,” I ordered. “Cry for me as loud as you can. Tell me how you feel!” 

“I feel amazing!” she cried in an earth-shattering volume, leveraging the fact that we were alone here to the limit. “I never believed that a pleasure at this level was possible. Do me harder!” she cried, each word getting out more and more slurred. 

“Damn, girl,” I said even as I slapped her tit, making her tighten even more even as the sound echoed. She was really sensitive at her breasts. I grabbed her nipple with one hand, twisting, squeezing, and pulling with great impact, while the other dug into her firm flesh, hard enough to leave several red marks, but all in the areas that would have been covered by a normal bra. 

We still had a lot of photos to take together, after all… 

I could feel her getting close to a climax, so I decided to slow down a bit, pushing into her with slow, measured beats, turning her cries into lingering gasps, less loud, but no less sexier. 

When her legs loosened around my waist, I decided to change things a bit. I pulled out despite the reluctant cry from her, but that was replaced by an excited yelp when I grabbed and lifted her legs, giving me an even better angle to impale her while testing her flexibility at the same time —and she got full marks. 

One of my hands was enough to hold her legs up, so the other shifted down to her ass, which was no less generous than her tits, and started slapping softly but rhythmically, adding a new quality to her enthusiastic moans. The time lost its meaning as I slammed her again and again.

Seeing that she made no protest, I started slapping her ass even harder, enjoying the way it wobbled and trembled with every touch. Soon, she started to shudder under the effect of an earthquake, one strong enough to leave her a half-drunk, trembling mess, and her tightening was enough to get me accompany her alongside her spectacular journey of joy. 

“Do you want it inside, or-” I started, only to cut by a very loud reply. 

“Inside!” she shouted, at the same time, her walls were tightening to such a degree that I doubted I could have pulled out even if I wished so…  This time, I was too exhausted to continue —at least for the next couple of hours— and she was no better position. So, I pulled out, once again pulling my camera and focusing on immortalizing the way she collapsed against the car, my seed slowly sipping down from her legs into the hood of the car. I needed to wash it before dropping it back, I decided sardonically. 

Or even better, make Penny wash it in their backyard, already imagining the incredible view it would create. 

When she finally managed to gather enough energy to stand up, I was standing in front of her with a bottle of water. “Why don’t you clean yourself, sweetie,” I said as I passed that along with a towel, but added when she just reached for the towel, “Impress me.” 

The smile she sent back was no less flirty. Apparently, being fucked to the point of unconsciousness repeatedly worked wonders for shyness. Who would have thought? 

But when she arched her back to perfectly frame her tits, her face giving the perfect shot of erotism, I abandoned my self back-patting and focused on the view. She let the water to spill over her body slowly, following her curves, leaving a trail of wetness behind. “Is this okay,” she asked between gasps, while letting her fingers slowly trace the edges of her breasts, driving me crazy. 

Downstairs, I could feel my shaft stirring once more, making me revise my earlier assumption about requiring a few hours to regain its functionality. However, as tempting was the idea of bending her over against the car again, but watching her slowly clean herself in the sexiest way possible with the assistance of a water bottle and a flimsy towel was not something to be missed. She slowly dragged it on her face, finally getting rid of my mark —a bit sad, but inevitable as we needed to go back to the traffic soon— then shifted to her breasts and stomach, cleaning them slowly. 

And if her hand occasionally disappeared between her legs or several cries escaped from her beautiful lips as she meticulously cleaned herself… 

Well… the photos were for my private collection in any case. 

“And that’s it,” I called, and Penny smiled pridefully, then suddenly looked around, then looked down on her body, and a full body blush exploded. With the end of the shoot, the spell was broken, leaving her without an excuse to rely on against the assault of her memories. Somehow, that made her look innocent and sexy at the same time… 

After chuckling at her dilemma, I opened the hood once more, and picked some clothes for her. It was a difficult choice as my preference was to keep her naked, which, unfortunately, was not an option for the crowded road we were about to rejoin. Maybe one day if we decide to take a long mountain trip together… 

In the end, I decided on a flimsy white top that covered barely more area than a bra —and doing that part particularly worse than the average bra due to its flimsy fabric— and a pair of jean shorts that ended well above what was appropriate, leaving half of her ass naked. 

“Are you sure?” she muttered, her shyness suddenly back as she looked at the ensemble, which made me as happy as her earlier wanton behavior did. It was good to see her reaction when she was aroused, but I liked playing with shy Penny even more. 

“Don’t worry, we will be going fast enough for anyone to take note, and I’m going to drop you at your house, so no problem,” I said. 

“If you say so,” she murmured as she pulled them on rapidly, while my eyes were stuck on her chest, especially the way her flimsy top stuck against her still damp skin, somehow making her even more erotic than her naked state. I decided to let it be, as we were driving a convertible. The wind would dry it in a moment. 

I sat on the driver’s seat, and she took the passenger seat. “Are you ready for a fun drive?” I asked, but as I sat, I felt uncomfortable. Due to the earlier sight, my shaft was still rock hard, making sitting down very uncomfortable. 

Luckily, I was driving through the abandoned country-side, in a beautiful red convertible, with an even more beautiful blonde on my passenger seat. Solving a problem like an inconvenient boner was trivial. With one hand, I pulled down my zipper, while my other hand found Penny’s hair and pulled her down. A moment later, I pressed the gas pedal, Penny’s enthusiastic tongue wrapped around my shaft.

Life was truly grand…