Photographer 22

It was a good moment, I thought even as I pressed the shutter once more. Katie was in my room, wearing nothing but stockings, garter belt, and stilettos, all pearly white further underline her beautiful innocence, perfect for her cute innocence. The fact that she was on her knees, doing her best to make me cum under a combined assault from her perky tits and her enthusiastic mouth made the situation even better, especially when her enthusiasm reached the point of smiling to the camera whenever I took another bunch of photos. 

“You’re a spectacular student, Katie, and you mastered this part of the game perfectly,” I said, and she picked up speed even further even though she blushed shyly. “Now, why don’t you show me something else.”  

“Like what?” she murmured after pulling her head, her lips beautifully stained. 

“That’s something you’re going to decide,” I said with a gentle smirk even as I cupped her cheek with one hand, making her blush. 

“Um,” she murmured, her blush spreading even further. “I have something in mind, but…” she murmured, but somehow her words failing midway. 

“Don’t be afraid of discussing your ideas, sweetie,” I said, as gentle as I could manage in such a moment. “I won’t get mad.” 

She smiled prettily, her crush intensifying even further. “I was thinking that… Maybe I could…” she trailed, falling silent once more. 

“Go ahead, sweetie,” I said even as I caressed her cheek once more, but this time, I kept my fingers on her skin, gently trailing down, tracing her neck first, then her shoulder and her arm. She stayed silent still. My finger down until they were around her wrist, then turned into a gentle hold. A pull later, she was sitting on my lap, her heat dangerously close to my shaft. 

I continued caressing her body until she managed to cobble together an answer. “I was wondering, if that’s okay, can I give the orders today,” she whispered hurriedly, barely audible. 

“Of course you can, sweetie,” I said, even leaning forward to steal a small kiss off her cheek. “And we can use Red as our safe word, in case you ask for something that makes me uncomfortable,” I added. When she looked uncomfortable, I continued. “Don’t feel pressured, it’s just a usual best practice. It’s actually better for you, so you don’t have to try reading my every reaction, trying to understand whether you’re doing well or not.” 

She nodded cutely before standing up, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Normally, I loathed giving control in the bedroom —or out of the bedroom— but I was curious just how much Katie would be able to push. Watching her attempts would no doubt be enjoyable, like a little kitten trying to hunt a ball of yarn for the first time. A very sexy, appropriately-dressed kitten with legs to die for… 

“O-okay,” she stammered as she took a few steps back, walking toward the costume table, before picking up a black bra, and a white mask. I wasn’t enthusiastic about her wearing more clothes, but I didn’t want to tell her anything soon after agreeing to leave control to her. “You’re not allowed to cum before my permission,” she managed to say without stammering, though her tone still cracked badly in the end. 

“Of course, madam,” I answered, not commenting the way she ducked her head shyly. 

“Lay on your back,” she ordered, and I did so, but from the way her stilettos clicked on the floor, I could hear that she was getting closer.  “Raise your arms,” she added, and when I did so, she used the bra she had picked up as an improvised rope, pinning them together. It wasn’t a good knot, I could have got rid of it in a moment, but her attempts were too amusing to interrupt. 

The true pleasure started after she pinned my hands together. A blonde mess of hair hovered over my crotch as her lips wrapped around my shaft once more, moving up and down rapidly, though that joyful treatment lasted barely a minute. “Tasty,” she murmured, trying to sound confident but failing horribly. 

Her attempts to play the femme-fatale might be cute and misguided, but the pleasure that spread through my body when she climbed on my lap and mounted me cowgirl style was pure delight. She tried to keep a confident expression, which was hard when her lips trembled vulnerably as she tried to swallow my shaft into her core inch by inch, her body still unused to the presence of such thickness. 

Halfway in, she pressed her hands on my chest, and started moving her hips back and forth, smoother than I would have expected, but her shyness and tightness ruled out the possibility of another boyfriend, which meant that she probably rode a pillow to smooth her movement. 

She was truly an exemplar student. 

“Do you like it?” she murmured, trying to sound confident, a difficult task when her words turned into a moan halfway in. 

“I like it a lot, madam,” I answered, trying to sound worshipful. “Your insides feel like heaven.” 

“Good,” she murmured. “Then you’ll love this.” Then, just like that, she forced herself even deeper, hiding my full length into her tunnel. 

“Your insights are spectacular, madam, and can only be rivaled by the silky touch of your treasure,” I said, playing along with her innocent approximation of domination. She smiled brightly at my compliment, her hips started to dance once more, triggering my pleasure. 

“Tell me that I’m beautiful,” she moaned as she pulled herself up for a fleeting second before sinking back once more, trying to acquaint herself with my full length even though she trembled spectacularly every time she forced herself to take the full length. Her tits danced spectacularly as she trembled, begging for me to maul them until they were covered with my fingerprints. 

Pity that my hands were tied. 

Of course, her boundless joyride was not without its consequences. Suddenly, she tightened even as a fresh warmth enveloped my shaft. Combined with her sudden trembling, she was climaxing. Though I had to respect her determination, as even her arms trembled badly, threatening her with a collapse, she continued her attempt to stretch herself while using me as a toy. 

“It feels amazing,” she murmured absentmindedly, and I just smiled while she continued her ride. Soon, she looked at me in confusion and a little hurt. 

I sighed. “I’m supposed to strictly follow your orders, which includes talking, remember?” I said, though I made sure to smile warmly to convey that it wasn’t an admonishment. 

“Oh, right!” she said, once again blushing spectacularly. She reached for my hands, and with a pull, freed them. “Squeeze my tits, then,” she moaned. 

“Your wishes, my command, madam,” I said even as I sank my fingers into her spectacular tits, squeezing and mauling, but otherwise staying passive. Her reaction was a series of wanton moans that made me glad that the sound isolation of the basement was decent. The last thing I needed was for Nicole to visit to check. 

Explaining the naked presence of her step-daughter after an extended session with her might have been a tad difficult. 

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss when she suddenly stood up, leaving my shaft naked. Even worse was rather than changing positions, she stood up and walked away, catching me flatfooted. I didn’t expect to be left helpless in the middle of the task. “Close your eyes, and keep laying on your back,” she ordered, and I still followed her command, not wanting to make a liar out of myself, though the next time, I was going to punish her appropriately for that. 

Soon, I could hear the sound of clothes rustling, interrupted by the occasional moan that tempted me to stand up and teach her about the dangers of playing with me. Still, I bit my lips and lay on my back, waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing.

I felt her presence hovering over me once again, though she was yet to skewer herself on my length, instead, rubbing her entrance against the crown, ignoring my needy throbbing. I couldn’t help growl impatiently, already cursing myself for my promise, something that became even more pronounced when she dismounted a minute later, once again leaving with the clacks of heeled shoes —though their sound was different than the stilettos. 

“Open your eyes and stand up,” she ordered, her voice already disappeared in a gasp, and I did so, only to see Katie in a completely different dress. Her innocently-sexy garter belt and stockings were gone, replaced by a red leather corset and black leather boots that reached to the middle of her thighs. Moreover, her hands were pressing against the wall while her naked ass was raised invitingly, her face hidden under the sprawl of her smooth blonde hair. 

I stood there, my erection throbbing with excitement, waiting for her next order. Several seconds passed in silence, temptation getting thicker by each passing second, until Katie turned her head, revealing a smile filled with desire. Apparently, during her change, she also replaced her makeup. 

“What are you waiting for, come here and fuck me,” she ordered, trying to sound steady, but her voice crackled toward the end, especially the last two words. 

“As you wish, madam,” I said even as I moved toward her with large steps, my arms around both sides of her as if I wanted to prevent her from escaping. I pressed the tip against her entrance, but rather than following my throbbing desire and pushing inside, I leaned into her ear. “How do you want me to fuck you, madam?” I said in a throaty tone, making her shiver. “Do you want me to fuck you gently, or do you want me to fuck you hard, until you can’t stand on your own feet.”

“Hard,” she murmured, and I leaned forward, locking her body between mine and the wall, enjoying the way she shivered against my chest. I put my hands over hers, pinning her in place with no hope of escaping for her. “I want you to fuck me fast and hard. Show me what you got, Stephen.” 

“Your wishes, my command, madam,” I said even as I pushed my shaft deep into her mercilessly, sliding easily in her wet tunnels despite the tightening. A cry escaped her mouth as she managed to take the entirety of my shaft in one move. I pulled back, only to slam back once again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room. 

She turned to catch my lips, digging in a frenzied kiss. I let my tongue slip into her mouth, exploring her tongue as the time rolled. “Harder, faster!” she moaned when she pulled back for a breather. 

I said nothing, but I pressed my arms against the wall harder before pushing my hips forward in a renewed pace, the sound of flesh exploding like a gun, her cries following a second later. “How is this,” I said as I pumped her mercilessly, enjoying the way she tried to squirm against my presence, but unable to gather enough strength to break through my hold. As I ravaged her without bothering to limit myself, enjoying the way moans spilled from her bruised lips. 

As the minutes rolled, her expression was losing its coherence, drunk with pleasure. “I’m reaching my limit,” I whispered into her ear. “Where do you want me to cum,” I said. “Your beautiful mouth, your amazing tits, or your bubble butt,” I said. 

“None of them,” she moaned, and for a moment, I was afraid that she was going to ask me to stop. It would have been horrible no matter what I chose, I would either suffer blue balls, or I would break her trust despite my earlier promise. Luckily, her next words resolved my dilemma. “I want you to fill me to the brim,” she said. 

That surprised me. If she asked that a few minutes ago, I had no doubt that I would have rejected her while explaining the dangers of doing so, or the fact that we were doing it without protection was risky enough. But now, still reeling the frustration of being ordered while my instincts were focused on my own impending explosion, while a sexy barely-legal beauty wearing a red leather corset and black boots asking for my seed… 

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked even as I groaned, my shaft exploding into life, filling her to the brim in an instant. She moaned helplessly as my seed filled her core, trembling badly. 

“Yes,” she moaned. 

“Good,” I said even as I hugged her midsection before pulling out, letting an intoxicating mixture of her juices and my seed to drip on the floor. She moaned, but said nothing as I grabbed her body and carried her toward the empty portion of the desk and lay her there. “Now, it’s my turn,” I said even as I grabbed a pair of panties —which I had several laying around thanks to the fact that it was a studio— and stuffed her mouth, before pulling her hands to her back and binding them using a tie. 

She moaned as I slipped two of my fingers into her entrance, pumping mercilessly, her slick entrance giving me no trouble. The following one was even more spectacular, however, when I slipped my thumb into her puckered hole, making her stiffen in shock. “Stomp your right foot if you can handle it,” I said, and her right leg moved, the sound echoing in the room. 

“Excellent,” I said even as my fingers started a merciless dance, triggering her holes simultaneously while she tried to process the pleasure, giving all signs of yet another impending orgasm, especially when my erection returned to life and I replaced my fingers with it, my thumb still in her ass. She gasped and moaned, the panties in her mouth failing to suppress her beautiful voice. But even that was a pity, I decided before pulling it out, leaving my mouth free. 

“Stephen…” she managed to murmur between her wanton cries. “Do it harder!” I smiled at her enthusiasm. It was one of the reasons I liked dealing with nerdy girls. It might take a while to convince them into the bed, but once their inhibition was broken, their curiosity drove them to embrace the new passions wholeheartedly. Her amazing tightness was just a bonus. 

“As you wish, slut!” I said even as I spanked her ass with my free hand, my thump still teasing her puckered hole. Every slap on her supple flesh tightened her further, begging for him to fill her one more. 

“I’m almost there,” she moaned as her body struggled under an unfamiliar wave of pleasure. 

“Do you want me inside you again,” I asked. 

“I want to feel you, fill me again,” she moaned, even the pretext of it being a lesson long forgotten as she struggled under my impaling. “Oh, oh, oh … OH!” she started crying, each louder than the last, making it impossible for me to hold back. When she clamped around with the telltale sign of climaxing, it was inevitable that I painted her insides white once again, sprouting boundlessly. 

When I pulled out, she continued to lay on my desk, exhausted. Not willing to leave her in such an uncomfortable position even for a moment, I grabbed her in a bridal hold brought her to my bed before starting to work with the laces of her boots. 

“It was amazing,” she murmured in a haze. 

“Yes, it was,” I answered as I continued to undress her while also enjoying the view. Then, I decided to breach the important subject that I somehow ignored during sex. “About protection…” I started. 

“I’m on the pill, I started after the accident that derailed our plan…” she answered, making me let out a relaxed sigh. 

“Smart,” I answered. “It will help our lessons a lot.” 

“Yes,” she murmured, catching my eyes even as she was exhausted. “Lessons,” she said while she widened her legs playfully. “You’re such a dedicated teacher.” 

“Of course,” I said, plopping myself next to her after removing her boots, but leaving the corset on. I started kissing her neck. “And now, I’m going to teach you about the best way to cuddle after such a spectacular session…” I said, pulling her into a spoon. She murmured comfortably as I trailed her chin and neck with a series of gentle kisses…  

Even then, my mind was on the next session, wondering whether it would be possible to convince her to share a class with Madison…