Photographer 24

“Stephen,” she gasped in shock as I stood next to her, enjoying the sight of her naked body. Well, mostly naked, but considering she was only wearing a pair of slippers and a shelf bra that left her breasts naked, I was willing to omit that part. 

“Yes, Penny,” I said even as I grabbed the hood of the car and slowly pushed it down, easily pulling it out of her trembling hands. When it was closed by an ominous click, it also removed Penny’s access to her clothes, leaving her naked. With the spell broken, a sudden blush invaded her face and she turned her back, trying to hide her body from my view, but giving me a view of her beautiful peach butt instead. With her toned but curvy body, it was a sight to die for, especially with her own arousal slowly dripping down her legs. 

I decided to stop playing around. Without warning, I pushed her against the car, hard enough to cut off her breath momentarily, but luckily, she had her own impressive airbags to reduce the impact. “Stephen, please, stop,” she whispered, trying to beg me, which might have been effective if her voice hadn’t conveyed her arousal despite her best effort. 

“Come on, Penny,” I replied even as I put my hand on her body. “I’m just preparing you for a private photo shoot, where’s the harm?” I said even as I gently dragged my fingers over her perfectly-toned ass, enjoying the sensation. “I’m not doing anything I haven’t done before,” I said, which was correct considering the way our test shoot had ended. “It’s completely professional,” I added, which was a lie as naked as she currently was. 

Letting my shaft free and plunging inside her would have been easy, but I had a more important plan in mind. “Stay like this,” I ordered her, and dashed to get my camera. With the sound of the shutter accompanied by a soft flash —to fill the shadows and make the photo more attractive— echoed in the hillside, she stiffened, but got wetter at the same time. 

“I’m … naked,” she murmured. 

“Don’t worry, honey,” I said even as I put my hand on the small of her back. “It’s strictly private. No other man will see them,” I ensured her, leaving myself a small loophole, since showing the naked and horny pictures of other models was an excellent way to stow their concerns. After all, if someone else had done it, it couldn’t be that bad, right? 

“O-okay, then,” she stammered, once again her complications easily broken. Her natural weakness, enhanced by her desire to be famous, made it really easy to break through her concerns. She was really lucky that I was the one that found her rather than a worse director, because, in a week, she would have found herself filled with cocaine and shooting ten low-budget porn a day, barely earning enough to afford her newly acquired drug habit. 

I protected my own. They were mine, after all…

“Excellent,” I said with a smile. “Then, stay like that, but face me. I want a sultry smile for the picture, one that promises an endless night of pleasure.” She stammered a positive answer, but when she tried to smile, it was too shaky, too self-conscious. “No, not like that, brighter,” I ordered. 

“How about this?” she asked after she made another attempt, which was even worse after I called her out, shaking her confidence. 

I made a show of letting out a loud sigh. “It seems that I need to help you once again. You’re lucky that I’m such a willing partner,” I said even as I closed the distance. When my fingers found her wetness, the gasp she let out was beautiful. She made no note of protest as my fingers delved deep inside her, enjoying the way she felt. 

“You’re not a virgin, you dirty girl,” I mocked her after fingering her for a couple of minutes, enjoying her moans. “Your boyfriend is a lucky guy.” 

“Not…” she murmured. “Not my boyfriend.” 

“Really,” I said, surprised by her admission, though not the fact that she was spilling her secrets. “When did this happen, then? Weren’t you together with your boyfriend since junior high?” 

“It happened at the Senior Prom,” she admitted even as she used her hands to cover her face. 

“Oh, really,” I said, unable to keep the mocking edge from my tone, even as I increased the pace of my fingers. “You’re really a dirty girl, aren’t you? Tell me more.” 

“N-no,” she murmured, but I slapped her ass hard enough to echo on the nearby hills. 

“Tell me,” I repeated as I plunged my fingers into her depths once more. 

“O-kay,” she murmured, gasping beautiful enough to make my pants extremely tight, so I released my belt. “It was prom night, and we all had had a couple of drinks, all except Jason, who was the designated driver. He had a nice car as well,” she added, her sudden sigh making me remember her reaction to the car this morning. Apparently, she really had a weakness for cars, considering that was the only detail she mentioned. 

“Then, what happened.” 

“My boyfriend and his girlfriend both got drunk and collapsed, so I helped him drop them off at their homes. When we were alone, he offered to ride around for a while. Then we went faster and faster, until we stopped in a forested area…” she murmured, her words broken by loud moans toward the end. She was close to a climax. 

I decided to quicken my plans for a bit. I smirked widely as I pulled my fingers out, only to replace it with my shaft, and pushed forward without a warning. “N-no,” she moaned, but her hips pushed back as I plunged deeper. 

“Tell me more,” I ordered even as I grabbed her beautiful blonde hair and pulled her head back. 

“Then, we did it … on the back of the car…” she finished her tale. “Do it slowly, please,” she begged, 

“You only did it once?” I asked, and when she nodded, I couldn’t help but be surprised. What kind of idiot would let her go after just once. I certainly had no intention of allowing her to go that easily. 

“Yes,” she answered, followed by another loud cry as I pushed inside her. “Oh, god, this feels amazing,” she followed. 

“Better than your other time?” I asked, despite knowing the answer. I just wanted to force her to talk. 

“Much better,” she moaned as I started to impale her repeatedly, her voice filling the opening we were in. “And much bigger,” she added unprompted when I pushed myself as deep as possible. 

I pulled out for a moment, only to flip her over, so that her back was pressing against the smooth surface of the car, her tits dangling with each push. I wanted to grab and squeeze them, tempted by their perfect rhythm, but the beautiful mixture of guilt, desire, and surrender on her face forced me to employ my hands in a different place. I raised my camera and started taking a string of photos, immortalizing her surrender on top of an expensive sports car, in the middle of nowhere. 

“No photos,” she murmured, and raised her hands to cover her face. 

I had no intention of allowing that. “You’re a model, don’t cover your face,” I ordered. “Be proud of your expression.” Those words were just garbage that I came up with on the spot, but luckily, Penny —who was never the sharpest tool in the toolbox— was too distracted to actually pay attention to the depth of my words. With her orgasm closing in, it was a small miracle that she understood the surface meaning and kept her hands away from her beautiful face. 

“Better,” I approved. “Now, play with your tits, I want to see passion and joy,” I ordered. As she brought her fragile hands against her large tits, their size difference might have been comical if it wasn’t for the sheer eroticism the scene radiated. I took photo after photo in a frenzy, each flash tightening her further. It didn’t take long for her to finally climax. 

I just continued pumping into her, not giving her a moment to breathe. I continued taking photos, of course, even when her arms fell to the side while she struggled to catch her breath under my merciless assault. “It feels amazing,” she gasped dazedly, at this point, uncaring about the constant movement of the shutter immortalizing her immoral actions. 

But such an incredible moment had its costs, as I was rapidly closing in to the point of climax. Giving her a nice creampie was tempting, but not as tempting as covering her spectacular breasts with my white mark, something I’ve wanted to do since I saw her walk into Madison’s room with a top barely containing her magnificent tits.

I pulled out and sprayed, covering her stomach and her tits with my seed while she just moaned dazedly. “On your knees, for the next shot,” I ordered immediately, and she followed without a delay, sliding down the hood of the car, but stumbling the moment her feet touched the ground. Unsurprising, as she was very clumsy at the best of times. After two orgasms, it was a miracle she was even able to lower herself to her knees —on the pants I folded underneath her as I didn’t want her beautiful knees to be scratched— without falling on her face, even with my help. 

“Now, you have your next task,” I said, pointing at my shaft, which deflated after that spectacular explosion. 

“But, it's… dirty,” she murmured, unable to meet my eyes. 

“I know,” I said even as I gripped her hair and pulled just hard enough to convey the seriousness of my order. She yelped a bit. “I know it’s dirty, but whose fault is that?” 

“Mine,” she murmured softly. 

“Exactly. And now, you need to take responsibility, and clean it properly,” I added, gently pushing my hand on her shoulder. 

This time, she said nothing, just leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the entirety of my shaft, which was an easy job to do in its flaccid state. But under the assault from her warm mouth, assisted by her clumsy but enthusiastic tongue, it immediately started to grow, making it harder and harder for her to keep a hold. When it was halfway up, she surrendered and pulled back, but it continued its growth, large enough to press against her lips even after she pulled back, her back pressing against the car. 

“It’s too big,” she murmured. 

“I don’t like quitters,” I answered sharply, and she flinched. I took yet another photo, and she flinched once more. 

She blushed. “I don’t know how,” she murmured. “I have never done this before…” 

“Oh, honey,” I said with an overexaggerated helpful tone, unable to believe my luck. I might have found the only Midwestern beauty with no experience giving head, usually, it was their weapon of choice. Still, it only underlined just how precious that finding was. “Don’t worry about it, I’m going to teach you all about it… Open wide, and mind the teeth…” 

She did so immediately and obediently, accepting my shaft as I pushed forward, slowly traveling down her moat until the crown was pressing against the entrance of her throat. She gagged panickedly, and I pulled back, giving her a moment to gather herself. “It’s too big,” she gasped between her coughs. 

I couldn’t help but smirk at her words. I was a man, after all, and those words never failed to stroke our ego. “You need to be resilient,” I told her. “Think of it as a movie, no matter how difficult and unfamiliar, you need to hold on despite the discomfort. Can you do it? Can you prove to me that you have what it takes to be a real actress?” 

“I will,” she answered, and before she could say anything else, I pushed deep into her throat, silencing her. She stiffened when it touched the entrance of her throat, but that wasn’t a reason to delay. I removed my shirt and put it against the back of her head like a pillow, ensuring she wouldn’t be hurt when I started to act rough, then pushed in even further, forcing her to swallow more of my shaft. Her reaction was beautiful, desperately trying to push herself forward despite her breathtaking gags. 

It deserved better immortalization than a few pictures, I decided. Luckily, my camera could also record videos, so I changed the mode, and captured her desperate attempt to deepthroat. 

Soon, she started to struggle despite her focus, but for a while, I didn’t let up on the pressure, not even when she started tapping my leg desperately. “Calm down,” I ordered. “You’ll never learn how to do it properly if you don’t push yourself,” I said as I enjoyed the innocent grasp of her throat, doing its best to push me towards another climax. 

Her tapping stopped, showing that my words had been effective. I continued for another minute before pulling back, letting her gulp in air desperately. “Not bad for the first try,” I said calmly even as I continued to record her exhausted beauty. “Ready for the second attempt?” 

“No-” she tried to start, but opening her mouth at that particular moment was a mistake. I pushed forward again, this time hard enough to lodge three-fourths of my length into her mouth in one move. Her gags rose once again, this time even louder, each attempt making her dirtied breasts jiggle. Her drool started to spill down her chin despite her best attempts, staining her lips even further. 

“Good girl,” I said, patting her head patronizingly for a moment before pushing in even, enjoying the way she tried to swallow, making her throat even tighter. She was doing excellently. 

But the real fun started when she started moving of her own volition, surprising me. She was a good model, but lacked the true instincts that made one a masterpiece. But the same was reversed when it came to giving head. If I hadn’t seen her development, I would have never believed that it was her first time. Her movements lost their mechanicality after a moment, one of her hands rose and started treating the base whenever she found the opportunity.

“Your other hand is idle,” I reminded her, and she started reaching toward my balls, another great instinct, but I had an even better idea. “No, play with yourself,” I ordered. 

She moaned desperately, but followed my order, and soon, her hand disappeared further down. Correspondingly, her sucking got even more enthusiastic.  

My fingers slid down to her neck, caressing her beautiful neck, which made her tremble, somehow managing to register despite everything else she was experiencing. She was truly a natural when it came to sex… 

I could feel her out-of-control pulse from my fingertips as I caressed her neck, her heart pumping hard enough to make her lightheaded. Luckily, the best solution to that was getting less oxygen, and I had that part covered.  

I let my fingers wander even lower, enjoying the thumping of her heart as I moved determinedly toward her nipple. When I arrived, I twisted it hard, and suddenly, she was shuddering with the telltale signs of yet another climax. 

That broke my resistance as well, and I started filling her mouth with my load. Some, she managed to capture, and some started to spill. But luckily, it wasn’t wasted, as her spectacular breasts were ready to catch it, getting even dirtier. Still, since she was failing to catch all of it, I might as well use the opportunity for a more visually-engaging finish. I pulled out, and sprayed the remaining half on her face, staining it enough to rival her breasts. 

When I pulled back, she fell on all fours, breathing hard. The combination of a lack of oxygen and her explosive orgasm had hit her hard. I recorded her for a few more seconds before switching the camera back to photo mode. 

I had some interesting photos in mind…