Her mom, my wife Yana, was right, it did make them look like sexy little schoolgirl sluts. I didn’t have a problem with it. Jennifer threw her bag away and began striking a few of the simple poses I directed her to. After a while I feigned frustration.
“Hmmm… it’s just not working. You look all stiff and uptight.”
Jennifer looked crestfallen. She may not have ever had dreams of being a model, but I knew from recent experience that once that seed was planted in a young girl’s head, it took hold pretty fuckin’quick.
“I’m sorry.” She slumped her shoulders and looked down at her feet, as if she’d never been more ashamed of anything in her life.
“It’s OK, Jennifer. Not everybody is cut out to be a model. Everybody thinks they are just pretty faces, but these girls have to work hard, they’re professionals. I thought you could do it, Jennifer.”
“I can try again, maybe?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know… um… look, we can try again, but I think we need to start from scratch. I’m sorry, this is my fault again for forgetting you haven’t done this before.”
“Thank you! You won’t regret it! What do you mean by ‘starting from scratch’ though? Isn’t that what we were doing anyway?”
I put down my camera and walked over to her, smiling at the flush that rose on her cheeks when I got near. Girls were just completely unable to stop themselves from getting turned on by this young form I took on every full moon.
“Not really, Jennifer. See, the relationship between a photographer and a model is very special. Very… intimate,” I bent and whispered the last word in her ear before standing up to my full height again, seeing her bite her bottom lip for a second as she looked at me.
“A model has to be completely at ease with her photographer, completely uninhibited, so she can follow instructions to the letter. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes, that makes sense.”
“So what we’ll do is like a few ice-breaker exercises to get you in that mindset. All the serious models do this when they first start working with professional photographers, this is completely normal. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“OK, the first thing I need you to do is repeat after me. Say ‘I will do anything you want.’”
“I… will do a-anything you w-want,” she stammered.
“Again.”
“I will do anything you want.”
She had no idea how sexy she was saying that, I let myself look her up and down from that beautiful face framed by warm brown hair, over those trademark large perky teen tits, and down to the tips of her toes, before looking her right in the eye again.
“Again, make me believe it.”
“I will do anything you want,” she breathed.
I believed her.
“Good. Come over here.”
I walked over to a chair and sat down, patting my knee.
“What?”
“Take a seat, right here,” I said.
“But… why?”
“Jennifer, I thought you said you’d do anything I want? This is pretty simple, it’s all part of the normal routine. I’m a professional, and I thought you were going to be too.” I let disappointment colour my tone heavily.
“I… I’m sorry, I will! It’s all so new to me, please don’t send me away!”
“I understand, now sit down so I can explain the next step.”
Jennifer, chastised, didn’t waste any time setting her firm little ass down on my thigh. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her higher under the guise of seating her more securely, but really I just wanted her leg to be pressed right against the slowly hardening bulge of my cock. She probably couldn’t feel anything alarming yet, but she would.
“What now?” she asked.
“This exercise is called ‘dirty talk’ and it involves a combination of verbal and tactile stimuli to ease inhibitions and help foster the relationship between photographer and model.”
“Er… that sounds complicated.”
“It’s really simple. I’m going to put my hand on your leg like this.” I placed my hand on her knee, my thumb just brushing the hem of her pleated skirt. “Then I’m going to slowly slide it up and down, getting higher and higher, while whispering the naughtiest things I can think of into your ear. Your job is to hold yourself back from stopping my hand moving, and to think about everything I tell you. By the time we’re done, we’ll be so comfortable with each other it’ll be like you’ve known me for years. Sound good?”
“I don’t know… my mom said I wasn’t supposed to let boys touch me.”
“Well, you’re mom was probably talking about you having some kind of a make-out session with a kid in your class, but this is nothing like that. This is all professional stuff, this would be a standard part of your job if you were a world-renowned supermodel like Katie Downton or Ella Mcfeysdotter.”
“My mom used to work with Ella… do you think my mom did this too?”
“Definitely, so she’d be really proud of you for doing such a good job. Besides, live a little, right?”
“Hehe, I guess so. You sounded just like my step-dad when you said that.”
“He sounds like the best person in the world. You ready to start?”
Jennifer gulped. “OK.”
I leaned in close, savouring the clean shampoo-scent of her hair as I got my mouth nice and close to her ear and began to slide my hand up her inner thigh at an almost painfully slow pace. Her skin was so smooth one could almost be forgiven for thinking it was slippery. Jennifer kept herself well groomed to be as sleek as possible while swimming, doing her best to eke out those last few millionths of a second from her best times.
“Jennifer… I’m going to turn you into my little slut…” I whispered.
Jennifer gasped. “What?!”
“Shhhh… it’s all part of the game.”
I traced my fingers higher, glancing down to see my hand slip under her skirt. No doubt it was the first time she had let anybody up there, and I could feel her legs quiver as she fought against every instinct to be the good little girl she had been brought up to be.
“I’m going to force my cock down your throat until my balls are resting on your chin and you can’t breathe, and then when I’m ready to cum I’m going to rip your panties off and fuck you until you scream.”
I pulled my hand back downwards until it was on her knee again before sliding it up again. My cock was officially semi-hard now, a more experienced girl would definitely have realised just what was pressing into her thigh, but Jennifer was unprepared and so much more distracted by what I was saying and doing to comprehend that a cock full of cum was rubbing against her.
Jennifer whimpered and I felt her legs shaking even more as my wrist too was covered by the hem of her skirt. If she had Lucy’s body, my fingertips would have been on the crotch of her panties by now, but Jennifer was taller and had longer legs so I had a few more inches to go, the most intimate inches of her inner thighs.
“You’re making my cock so hard, Jennifer, can you feel it? It’s so long and thick, I bet you’ll struggle to take it. It’ll stretch your little pussy so much more than you ever dreamed it could go, but that’s not going to stop me from fucking you like tomorrow is the end of the world whether you want it or not.”
Just as I was sure I was about to touch her panties, feel her virginal slit through that thin material, I pulled all the way out to her knee again before sliding upwards once more. Jennifer began panting, her perky tits heaving so near my face as I whispered to her. She must have suspected that this next stroke couldn’t go any higher without touching her where even she had possibly not dared to explore much.
I touched the fabric of her panties at the same moment that I think Jennifer really processed my words and registered the intimidating masculine presence of my cock pressing against her. Her pants for air picked up pace and then she held her breath for a moment and tensed up, beginning to shudder and writhe against m
e like an over-sexed pornstar.
As the teen experienced the same female-version of premature ejaculation that her sister had the previous year, I took advantage of her while she was distracted, blatantly groping her pussy through her panties, which were sopping wet.
Oh my fucking God, these Burbank girls and their perfect little pussies. Even with the panties in the way, I could tell that Jennifer was sporting a slit every bit as beautiful and tight as her older sister had the previous year when I took her virginity.
Jennifer began to regain her senses and looked at me worriedly, like she was still afraid I might send her away. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “I didn’t mean to do… whatever that was. It just happened!”
“Shhhh. It’s OK, Jennifer, you did great. Look how high my hand is, even the most famous models sometimes have trouble being that comfortable with a photographer. I can tell you’re going to be a superstar.”
“R-really? But I’m… leaking… something on your hand.”
“I know, but look, I feel really comfortable with you too. Comfortable enough to do this.”
I extracted my virgin-nectar-slickened hand from her skirt and put my finger in my mouth, tasting her purity as she watched in awe. Jennifer looked almost ready to cum again, as if seeing the most handsome guy she’d ever met be that comfortable with her was as effective as the world’s most powerful vibrator working directly on her clit.
“I think we’re going to get some really good shots today. In fact, I think we’re ready to start making some real art.”
I began unbuttoning her school shirt, but hadn’t got past the first one when her hands flew up and stopped me.
“Wait! What are you doing? I’m not here to make those kind of photos… I just want to do the ones like Lisa and Tiffany.”
“They both had swimsuit shots published, an unbuttoned shirt is a lot less revealing than that, isn’t it?”
“Oh… well… when you put it like that, I guess so. You’re sure the pictures will look good? Not something that would make my mom angry?”
“Of course. If she’s been a model then she’ll definitely understand, she’ll be as pleased as punch.”
“OK then. Sorry.” She offered me the sweetest, most innocent, smile I’d ever seen, which just about made my cock burst out of my pants. The contrast between that trusting, young face, and the big bulging breasts that were slowly being revealed between each side of her slutty schoolgirl outfit was mind-blowing.
“You’re breasts are perfect, Jennifer,” I said.
“Really? They seem to slow me down in the water.”
“They’re not going to slow you down as a model, that’s for sure. OK, stand over there against the green screen again. Good. Now, hold your hands together in front of your skirt and push your elbows towards one another.”
“Like this?”
The position squashed the virgin teen’s breasts together, creating cleavage so deep that a skilled navigator could still possibly get lost.
“Perfect.” I snapped a few shots. “Say ‘ooohhhhh’.”
“Ooohhhhh,” the athletic girl said, making her face look positively orgasmic again in the pictures I was taking.
“Good girl,” I said. “Now, on your hands and knees. Yes, like that… face away from me and look back over your shoulder. Great! Now stay on your knees, and move your head and shoulders towards the ground, but slowly, really slowly.”
I knelt directly behind Jennifer as she bent over farther and farther, taking so many pictures that I could probably print them out and mass-produce a flip book to send to my Christmas mailing list. Slowly but surely, Jennifer’s panties were revealed to me.
They had no doubt started the day as such pristine-white you could have used them in a laundry detergent commercial, but now they were soaked through with the aspiring-model’s pussy juices and clinging to every fold of her sex. I wanted to drive my cock straight into her right at that very moment but somehow I managed to hold myself back as I recorded shot after shot of her sweet slit under the see-through materieal.
“OK, great job so far, Jennifer. Let’s move on to the eveningwear. There’s a changing room over there, get yourself into the black cocktail dress.”
I watched her ass twitch from side to side as she walked away, the hem of her skirt bouncing on the back of her thighs with each step. She didn’t have the faintest idea how close she was to getting her virginity fucked away. That’s what’s so sexy about girls her age, the innocent ones all the more.
When she came back she looked every bit as hot as I had hoped, the short black dress was expensive enough that it had an air of classiness regardless of how much skin it showed off. Showcasing her tits to their maximum potential and hugging the rest of her taut teen curves like a layer of ink, she hem was higher than her school skirt had been, and so might tighter.
“Right, move into the bar scene, and sit on that stool. I need you to use your imagination a bit in this part. You’ll kind of be playing a role, but the only thing you have to communicate with is your look. You’re trouble with a capital ‘T’, you’re the woman who always gets her man, gets what she wants. You are sex on legs. I need you to look towards me and undress me with your eyes…”
I took several shots of Jennifer doing her best attempts at portraying a more mature and powerful kind of sexy, but it just wasn’t her strong suite. I wasn’t a professional photographer, but even I could see that.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I… just don’t know what I’m supposed to look like… I don’t know how to undress somebody with my eyes.”
“Hmmm… I thought that might be it. Look, as you get more experienced it’ll just come naturally for you, but in the meantime, I’ll have to… uh… help your imagination along.”
Before Jennifer’s ever-widening eyes, I casually unzipped my pants and fished out my dick before returning my hands to my camera and letting it stick out straight and hard to twitch with every heartbeat. A drop of pre-cum was already seeping out of the tip, which I wasn’t at all surprised about because I’d been planning to fuck this gullible little girl for such a long time already.
“Oh my God! What are you doing?” Jennifer asked, her face turning the same colour her ass would if I decided to spank it good and hard.
“What do you mean?”
“What do… ? You’ve taken your… your… it, your thing out!”
“So? It’s just to help you look sexy for the camera. This is another thing that a lot of photographers do for new models. I had to do this for your friend Lisa, she didn’t mind at all. Do you think she’s maybe just a bit more mature than you or something?”
“She’s not my friend! And she’s not more mature! I’m sorry, I keep on forgetting that you’ve done this so many times, it’s just… not what I expected. I said I’d do anything you want, and I meant it!”
“Great, so let’s just get on with the shoot. Now, how do you think all the top models get themselves to look all sexy? You think they just do a little pout and bam that’s it? No. No, no, no. They’re thinking about cock, Jennifer. How much they love it, how good it makes them feel. What do you think when you look at mine?”
“Um… I don’t know… it makes me feel… funny. Like… excited for some reason, like if I squirm around too much I might feel just the same as I did in your lap.”
“That wouldn’t be a bad feeling to have would it, Jennifer? You liked that, didn’t you? Was it the first time you’ve ever felt like that?”
The sheltered teen nodded wordlessly.
“Keep thinking about that while you look at my big, hard, cock. Imagine you could do anything you wanted with it and nobody would ever know.”
If possible, the shy girl blushed even harder and I took a photo. It would never appear in any kind of high-class magazine, but it was all part of the act.
“Yes! Right there, that was a masterpiece! What were you thinking at that exact moment?”
“I… I can’t say it
!”
“Why not?”
“My mom said that I shouldn’t talk about these things with boys.”
“Yeah, but she would have just been talking about the guys from your classes. I know I’m only a year or so older than you, but I know what I’m doing here. This is just all part of the job, Jennifer. So tell me. What were you thinking about?”
“Um… well… er. It was the weirdest thing. Like, I just got this picture in my head of you…” she gulped. “… sliding it into my… down there. But that’s silly… it would never fit.”
“Don’t worry about how silly it is… just keep on thinking about it. Imagine how thick it is, how hard I’d have to push…”
I kept up my barrage of filthy talk as Jennifer got more and more hot and bothered. After a few minutes, she really did look like trouble with a capital ‘T’, she was the girl who always got her man… or if she didn’t then what did it matter because she was going to have an orgasm right there in public anyway.
Gone was her sleek brown hair, she hadn’t even been fucked yet but she’d run her hand through her hair so much that it was as mussed up as if she’d tried to set a gangbang record. I could hardly believe it was the same girl who had tried to stop me from undoing the buttons on the shirt of her school uniform.
“You’re doing so well, Jennifer. It’s time to move to the next set, over in the bedroom. Go get changed into the lingerie.”
I waited with baited breath, I could almost feel the sensation of her tight entrance losing its battle against the dedicated pushing of my hard cock. It was so close now. When she walked out of the changing room sheepishly trying to cover her entire body with her two hands, I had to fight against a sudden urge to howl at the moon.
The lingerie was simple and left only a tiny bit to the imagination, consisting of a push-up bra that recreated her cleavage from earlier in a hands-free version and a black G-string. When she stood next to the bed with one hand over her crotch and the other arm draped across her beautiful breasts, a fiery blush on her cheeks, I’d never wanted to fuck any girl so urgently in my entire life.
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