by Sasha Scott
She stood in front of me, scanning her eyes across the sparsely populated studio. Even when I was invisible and out of the count there were more than just two people in the room, helping out with the shoot. I may have been able to transform myself into one person but even I didn’t know how to operate multiple people like puppets.
“Where are the other guys? What’s his name…”
“Oh I sent them on ahead,” I lied being taken to an area I had little idea about, “this isn’t going to take long after all. Just need a few more shots from you.”
Not only had I used magic to copy the photographers appearance I’d also used it to copy his camera using another of my books magical spells.
Testing had proved inconsistent when using it with Tori, like some of the other spells. If I tried to push it to grand use like replicating wealth or stealing the body of celebrities it didn’t seem to work but for the schemes of my revenge it seemed to work with no issue. Of course I had backup plans for if my magic didn’t go the way I wanted it to but luckily things were following the script.
I’d managed to set up the scene. It was just the two of us in the studio, me disguised as the photographer with a camera ready to snap pictures. I was going to give her an experience she was very used to, it was going to be a very special modelling session.
“Okay Tia you know what to do,” I told her as I readied up my camera, ready to snap up her likeness, with an extra special twist added into the mix.
Just like I’d been watching all morning she began to move that body of hers around, taking different positions as the shutter on my camera snapped, taking her picture, thrusting my magic onto her.
Another task I’d worked upon was enchantement, being able to implant magic onto objects. Every time that I took a picture with the camera I was unleashing a small wave of magic into Tia which slowly melted away her clothing, the inches slowly being sliced away from the length of her dress.
She didn’t seem to notice, she was too enthralled with posing for the camera, not even noticing her long slender legs coming into view.
Once her dress got nice and short the threading began to tug away at different locations to expose more flesh. It aimed at her stomach, cutting off the material to expose her body, the same happening from the neck down to slowly expose her cleavage.
After I’d gotten a nice collection of her images her clothing had transformed from a long, red, respectably dress into a barely exposing bikini style outfit, her own underwear peeking out from under the silky fabric.
“That’s great Tia,” I said, trying to contain a chuckle as she still hadn’t somehow figured out she was half naked in front of me, “now if you could just lean forward a bit and show off some cleavage for me.”
“What are you talking about?” Tia asked me in confusion, raising a brow towards me, “This outfit doesn’t have any cl--what happened to my outfit!”
So she’d finally noticed but it was already too late for her. I’d given her a command and she had followed it, leaning towards the camera showing off her cleavage. It was only natural for the model to obey the photographer after all so I made sure to cast another spell on her, yes another spell, one that hypnotised her to obey me completely.
I leaned in close to her, aiming the lens of my camera straight into her cleavage, snapping up some tastefully sleazy pictures of her body.
Tia tried to move her arms away to cover her body but she couldn’t seem to hide her body, after all I’d asked her to show off that cleavage and she couldn’t go against the artist.
“What’s going on?” she gasped, unable to move her arms up over her chest, her stomach and sides all she could seem to cover.
“You know I think the dress is a bit restricting,” I sighed, clicking my tongue, “I’ll need you to strip down for me. And I’m not too fond of this attitude you’re showing. I need you to want to strip for me, I need you to want to do everything I say, I need to see you smile for the camera.”
The anger, confusion and frustration all melted from her face in a moment and was replaced with a cheerful smile as she hooked her fingers into the top remains of her destroyed dress and began to peel it off over her head.
“Sure thing Mitch,” she said with a soft giggle, lips curling into a smile, “anything for you.”
I wanted to embarrass her but I also wanted to enjoy myself and it was much easier for me to do so when I looked down at a grinning, saucy little minx over a scowling teen; a saucy minx who stripped down to nothing but her underwear.
With her now down to so little I went back to capturing her image, her black lacy underwear very sexy, a perfect match for the hot Asian girl. Sure she was a bully who had tormented me for years but I could appreciate just how stunning she truly was.
“Down onto your knees,” I commanded her and she followed, dropping down in front of me, her head held upwards, still exposing that cleavage for me to snap my lens down into. She may not have had huge breasts but the dark crevice of those perky mounds was more than just pleasing on the eyes.
“Okay Tia, next up we’re going to do some action shoots. I want you to take off my pants for me, all the way down to the skin.”
She nodded as she nestled her fingers into my waistline, curving her grip in as she started to strip me down from my lower half. Watching her sexy body wiggling around so close to me had already gotten the blood surging into my manhood, a firm bulge pushing into my clothing and once she stripped it all away my firm shaft swung up, thick, meaty and hard.
“Wow,” she gasped out, a hot warm breath flowing from her lips, slapping across my girth, “it’s so big.”
I wasn’t sure if I was to feel slightly inadequate, after all I was still boring Mitch’s appearance and that went down to beneath the clothing as well. Our photographer was very endowed and he’d passed that gift onto me.
“Yes I can see that but I’m sure a slut like you won’t have any problem fitting that big cock into her mouth, will you?”
She sharply shook her head from side to side, long brown locks of hair flicking around with her movements as she spoke up to me softly, “Of course not Mitch, anything for you.”
Her mouth opened nice and wide, more hot rolling breaths flowing from that shaft, stroking over my hard, firm, member. First she caressed me with that hot air and then finally with her soft lips, squeezing down to embrace the tip of my cock.
I may have been borrowing another man’s appearance but all the feelings were mine and mine alone, that surge of pleasure when her mouth suckled on the tip of my fat cock all came to me and satisfied my horny needs.
Trying to make sure I didn’t forget my mission I aimed the camera down at the suckling bitch and began to snap more pictures of her, catching her image while she sucked on my cock.
Her eyes closed as she suckled up more of my length, moving from just a wet kiss right onto the tip to swallowing up my manhood into her mouth, the hot, sloppy, wetness of her mouth embracing me and surrounding me with drool.
She moved her tongue, wrapping it around my shaft, lavishing my girth with her saliva as moans groaned out of her parted, puckered lips.
“Eyes open,” I managed to grunt out from beyond my firmly gritted teeth, hands shaking as they grasped onto the camera, “this is a photo shoot, you can’t close your eyes just yet.”
Just like I asked her to do her eyes opened, long lashes parting so she could stare up to me with her gorgeous brown eyes. They were eyes I’d only ever seen looking at me with contempt. Seeing them looking up at me adoringly, lovingly, it was such a satisfying turn around.
Tia continued to give me a long, wet, sensual blowjob, her eyes no longer closing to hide herself from me. She didn’t back away or shy away from her duty, retaining eye contact with the camera as I snapped more and more dirty pictures of her taking part in such a lewd act.
My pictures were probably sloppy and getting sloppier but that was because her actions were going the same way. Her lips found themselves sinking deeper and
deeper, gobbling up the inches until her mouth wrapped down around the base of my dick and her lips embraced my lap in a kiss.
The tightness of her throat was amazing, the way those tight muscles squeezed down and contained me within. I could feel pulses, surges, waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, making my muscles twitch. She was a natural or perhaps simply more experienced than I knew, the point was she was amazing.
I could feel my insides tightening up, a hot warmth flooding through me, surging upwards. An orgasm was close, it was imminent and it was all because of her.
“Stop, get back,” I groaned down at her. Sure I wanted to fire my hot orgasm deep down my throat but I have other things to attend to, to see through.
Slowly she obeyed my orders, her head drawing back across my cock, giving it one last rub on the way down before she released me with a wet suckle, a messy pop as we parted, saliva coating her soft lips.
“Grasp it, with your hands,” I commanded, panting hotly as I was on the very edge, bordering on my limit, “jerk me, do it now, I’m going to cum all over your face.”
Once again my commands were followed and once again she enjoyed it just like I’d told her to. She smiled up to me, giggling softly as both of her silky smooth hands embraced around my length and began to stroke up and down, jerking across my saliva lubed shaft with expert movements.
Under such skill I could contain myself no longer, my back arching and body stiffening as I began to release my cum over her. Hot ropes of semen sprayed out and coated her sexy face, thick cum clinging onto her features, messing her soft skin up with a white, sticky, covering.
I opened my eyes once I came down from an orgasmic high to look down at my masterpiece. She had cum dripping down her face, marking her beauty. I shivered at just how sexy it looked to see a bully who had tormented me now marked with my cum. I instantly began to take more pictures of her, marked in a mask of semen.
“Hmm that was amazing,” I told her, “you were amazing. These pictures are going to be the best yet. I want you to lick your lips, slowly lick up that cum.”
She did just what I asked and slowly began to sensually drag her tongue slowly around her mouth, licking up all the ropes of cum which had fallen over her lips, licking it up with a low, sexy, groan.
I’d planned to stop with just that but her display had gotten me rock hard all over again. It was time to extend our session.
“So how do I look?” Tia asked me with another sweet giggle, the hot Asian girl nibbling her bottom lip erotically as she looked up at me.
My orders had been followed and it was amazing. I’d told her to strip down completely, to get out of that underwear no matter how sexy it may be and get down on the floor, sprawled over her back with her body pushed upwards; she’d done just that.
Her body was so slim and fit, beautifully toned with all the right curves. She had long elegant legs and soft perky breasts and an inviting, hairless, pussy.
Even if I wasn’t a real photographer I couldn’t help but take some more snaps of her body lying down before me in such an enchanting and vulnerable way.
“Oh you look amazing,” I growled out, my head filled with dirty thoughts, “you wouldn’t have gotten me so excited if you didn’t look so damn good. You know what’s coming next, don’t you?”
Her body began to squirm on the floor, her cheeks gaining more color as her words came out all breathy, “Are we going to have sex?”
I nodded as I dropped down to the ground, pressing myself in between her thighs, forcing her to part her legs open to give me an unblocked view of that tender pussy.
Beyond excited I pushed my throbbing manhood against her pussy lips and rocked forwards and back, grinding myself against her sweetness, moans slipping from my lips with every movement I took, making her quiver beneath me.
“You can just let yourself go now, no more posing. I’m going to catch you in your most basic thought, being fucked like the slut you are.”
I pressed a hand down onto her stomach to set her body, to contain herself for me, allowing me to sink forwards and slowly penetrate my throbbing cock into her tight, warm, insides.
A deep grunt sounded from my lips as she released a hot squeal as we joined together as man and woman. All that composure she’d been using when she’d played the role of the model melted away as she went back to basics as a slutty Asian bitch who wanted to be fucked.
“Mitch!” she squealed up to me, pressing her hips back into my lap, grinding herself in circles, stirring her insides around on my large cock, “It feels amazing! I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
“Well believe,” I said with a wide grin on my face as I thrust myself forwards, sinking my engrossed manhood deep into her softness, starting to move my own hips, “you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.”
Despite the fact they were evil bitches I’d always wanted to fuck them, all five of them. With Tia I’d managed to finally fuck three of them, my high school fantasies finally being fulfilled.
The feeling of her tight pussy milking my throbbing erection almost made me forget just what I was supposed to be doing in my grand payback scheme. I clutched the camera back in two hands and began to take pictures of the moaning Asian girl who was rocking so eagerly on my cock.
“So good,” she moaned up to me, panting heavily. The way her body reacted, squirmed, it was a shame I hadn’t made a video camera instead. Simple pictures wouldn’t be able to do her justice.
I snapped scenes all over her body. The way that her glowing red face scrunched up as she moaned out. The way that her perky breasts swayed up and down every time she rocked from my pounding movements. The way her pussy squeezed down on my cock every time I sunk into her tightness and slowly drew back, all so that I could enter her again.
Our lustful sounds filled up the air, the echo formed by two sweat coated bodies slapping together in a sexually display, raw with pulsing energy and emotions. I’d snapped enough pictures, I was too close to my limit for anything warranting art.
I cast the camera to the side and took a firm grip of her hips and really began to hammer my pulsing member deep into her dripping, needy, honey pot. Her juices gushed out and glossed over my manhood, lubing my shaft so that I could keep thrusting like a stallion into her tight slut as she squealed out, body twisting and twitching under me.
Her feet lifted, toes curling as they latched around my back, her cheeks flushed in a vivid shade of burning red as she panted up at me sharply.
“Mitch, I can’t last much longer,” she moaned up to me.
“Nor can I,” I growled back, longing for her to call me by my real name and not as the mask I was wearing. But still I would sate myself as my body throbbed, about to release, “I’m here Tia, I’m cumming!”
I dropped my weight down onto her body, pinning her below me as I began to cum, spraying out my latest orgasm deep into her spasming body as I gripped her tightly and possessively.
She too was kicked over the edge as her insides quivered as she came around me, euphoria spreading through her body as she squealed out, the two of us feeling the heights of true bliss in a shared orgasm.
We panted as we drew apart, her pinkness soaked, leaking my white juices as I was coated in hers.
Looking down at the beautiful sight, her long, slender, legs spread apart, showing off her body and all the cum leaking out, I took the camera once more.
“Lift you hands for me if you can into double peace signs. Smile for the camera.”
She took the pose that I asked and I managed to take one lewd photo of her body, complete with that cream pie dripping out of her. My work here was complete.
It was the next day in school that the notice board was covered in censored images of an anonymous Asian girl stripping down and taking part in some sexual acts.
Many students got to spy their eyes on the sexy snaps. The mysterious girl, a black bar covering her eyes to hide her identity, was stripping into her sexy underwear, giving
a man a blowjob and finally getting fucked.
Nobody could be sure who it was but there were of course rumors. After all wasn’t there that Asian girl who did some amatuer modeling on the side? That was the whispers when I and the three bitches leading me around discovered the board.
All three looked up at the images including the star herself, Tia. I’d made sure to suppress her memory of our private shoot, that was until she saw the images again. Being faced with them plastered all over a public place, seeing those pictures again, it brought her memories flooding back.
The squeal which was released was music to my ears.
Three of the bullies had finally gotten their comeuppance, it was only the inner circle left to go. Only one girl left before Nicole was totally isolated. It was time to deal with her lap dog.
The Female Affair
