“So you’re taking a fashion class—you must know how to model,” I said.
“I know how to sew a dress. But I don’t wear the dresses. I mean—sometimes I’ll put one on for the other girls, so they can see their work on a person.”
“So in other words, you’re basically a model,” I said. And then her cheeks turned red all over again. “Go ahead. Put on the dress. We’ll get some photos.”
“We should ask whoever owns this dress. I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
“You aren’t going to ruin it,” I said. “We’re just going to have some fun. Go ahead.”
She took the dress and walked slowly towards the en-suite bathroom. She stopped in the doorway and then looked back at me. “Are you really sure this is a good idea?”
“Yeah—totally. It will be fun,” I said. She went into the bathroom and then I found myself alone in that bedroom, holding that camera. I didn’t have any lights or even a tripod. I didn’t even grab another lens from Jenny’s gear room—just that 50mm. And in case my lack of gear wasn’t bad enough, my model was untrained and probably a bit too chunky in her lower half to really pass as a model. But I needed something—at least a passing grade.
It was ten minutes later when she came out, still totally red in the face, wearing that long white ball gown. It had a long slit up the side, exposing one of her thick thighs. It also had a long slit down the front, exposing her supple cleavage, right down to her bellybutton. And in case that wasn’t enough skin, it was also open at the back. “How do I look?” she asked.
“You look amazing,” I said. “Strike a pose for me.” I lifted up my camera, and she just became frozen.
“How?” she said.
“I don’t know. Just put your hands on your head,” I said. “And push your hips out to one side—like you see models do on TV.”
She was slow to lift up her hands, and even slower to shift her bodyweight to the side, to pop out her hip. I framed her up and snapped my first picture. Her frightened face was actually kind of cute. “Now slowly run one hand down your body—very slowly.” She took her left hand and pressed it on the centre of her chest. Then she started to slide it down. I snapped a series of photos. “And feel free to smile for some shots—not all the shots—just some of them.” She cracked a small smile, and then she let an embarrassed giggle slip. She covered her mouth as if she was embarrassed about her teeth, which were a bit big, but in a cute way.
“Now lift up the skirt of the dress, as if you’re teasing me,” I said.
“Teasing you?” she asked.
“Like—as if you’re about to show me your ass.”
She giggled again. She was so tense and so nervous—it was hard to get her to change up her pose. But I kept trying. I only needed fifteen great photos, and so far, I only had one half-decent one.
She teased a bit of her bum, but now she couldn’t stop laughing. It was nervous laughter. I wanted to ask her to stop, as she was showing a bit too much gum for the photos to be flattering, but I didn’t want to be rude. I just hoped that she would stop. But she wasn’t stopping. I told her to rest for a moment while I played with the room’s lights. I thought it would give her a chance to shake some of her nerves, but the moment that camera was up again, she started laughing nervously.
I needed a new strategy.
I was familiar with that nervous laughter she was making; shy girls always laughed like that when they stripped down before sex. But they would stop laughing as soon as I got my cock inside of them. And although I did plan on fucking Tae, I needed some photos first. So I looked around the room. I spotted the nightstand and zipped over. I dug through, and sure enough, I found exactly what I was looking for: a little vibrator. It was purple with a gold handle, and it was fully changed. “Voila!” I said as I lifted it up.
She covered her mouth and laughed into her hand. “Whose is that? What are you doing with it?”
“I don’t know whose it is. But I want you to use it. Stick it in your panties.”
“Are you nuts? I don’t even know whose it is!” she said.
“So give it a rinse in the bathroom,” I said.
“You’re kidding, right?” she said.
“I’m not kidding. It’ll make the photos better—trust me.”
“How will it make the photos better?” she asked. I fought back the urge to sigh. I remembered that bottle of vodka next to the bed where Danica was modelling. I needed that. I needed Tae to be looser. But I knew I couldn’t force her to drink half a bottle of vodka. If the school found out I was even thinking about it, they would certainly toss me out.
“Just trust me,” I said, giving her my most charming smile. I handed her the vibrator and she looked at it. She took a deep breath and then she walked over to the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. She closed the door and I heard the tap running for a moment. I took a deep breath of my own. If this didn’t work, then this was all just an embarrassing waste of time. Though if she was willing to stick a vibrator in her panties for me, she would probably be willing to put out for me—so maybe it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
She came out looking tenser than ever. “Okay—so how is this supposed to make the pictures better?” she asked.
“Get on the bed—on your knees. And put your hands on your hips.”
She followed my orders, getting up on the bed and getting into the pose I asked for. “Good,” I said. “Now change up the pose just a little bit every time you hear the camera snap—nothing crazy. Just move your hand from your hip to your side and then maybe onto your tit or something. Just have fun with it.”
She let one of those nervous laughs slip again, but I pretended like it wasn’t ruining the shots. I just kept shooting. She kept moving her hands—awkwardly at first—but after a couple of minutes, she started to relax a little bit. Her hands started moving with more ease. She would shift her hips from side to side without being asked. And then, after two minutes, she even let a little gasp slip out from her lips. She quickly reached her hand down between her legs, as if in an attempt to stop herself from coming. Her eyes were glowing and she was biting her bottom lip.
And finally, she looked like a model. She did her best to pretend like she wasn’t on the verge of having an orgasm. She was trying to control her breathing with slow, deep breaths. She reached up and grabbed her breast as another little orgasm tickled her pussy. She let a whimper slip out from her lips. “Shit,” I heard her say.
“Everything alright?” I asked.
She pressed her lips thin and nodded her head quickly. “All good,” she said with a high voice. Her face was flushed now. She let a long sigh slip. Apparently the vibrator was working wonders.
“Now start to slip out of the dress. Push the straps over your shoulders.”
“But I’m not wearing a bra,” she said, still while trying to control her breathing.
“So?” I said.
She looked into my eyes and then she slowly reached for the straps of her dress. She pushed them off and the dress began to gently fall off of her. Her breasts stopped it from falling off completely. She did a few poses half-uncovered, and then I said, “Give it a tug.”
“Then I’ll be topless,” she said.
“That’s what I want,” I said.
She bit her bottom lip hard and took a long, elated breath in. She reached for her dress, grabbing it right between her small breasts. Then she tugged it down, exposing her perky nipples. “Please don’t show these pictures to anyone,” I said.
“What if they’re perfect?” I asked. “It would be a shame to keep them a secret.”
She closed her eyes for a moment. “Maybe if they’re perfect—but you have to let me make that decision.”
“Cup your breasts for me,” I said. She followed my command. She squeezed those small titties and let another whimper out from her lips.
“Is the vibrator working?” I asked with a sly grin.
She nodded her head with th
in-pressed lips. I snapped a few more pictures. Then I took a moment to look through what I had. The pictures were actually good. Tae looked like a professional model, and her thick thighs were so much hotter than the twig legs that most models had. Maybe I would get a pretty good grade on this assignment after all, I wouldn’t even have to leave Jenny’s party to get it.
I counted my good shots. I had about fifteen—but I wanted a few more to be safe. So I asked her to take the rest of the dress off.
“You want me to be naked?” she asked.
“The most famous models in the world have done nude shoots,” I said. “Consider this your first.”
She surprised me with a smile. Then she reached down and started to take off that fifteen thousand dollar dress. She slipped her fingers down to cover the bulge in her panties—the bulge from the handle of the vibrator. “I should probably take the vibrator out, right?” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “And take off the panties as well.”
She stood up on her knees and took her panties with both hands. She started to shimmy them down. The vibrator fell out on its own as her panties came down. She had a lot of pubic hair, as if she hadn’t shaved in a few months—maybe because she had no idea she would be posing nude for a modeling shoot. I got shots of her taking her panties off. She looked right into the lens for one shot—my favourite of the shoot so far.
I got her doing multiple poses, and then I asked her to stroke her slit. She looked embarrassed, but she still reached down and started to rub her beautifully hairy cunt. “That’s perfect,” I said. “Just like that.” She gently slipped two fingers up into her hole and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“How is this not just pornography?” she asked with a little laugh.
“Because it’s artsy. You’re beautiful,” I said. Now her face was dark red. She stared into my eyes, and then I knew it was time to end the shoot. She was wet and horny and ready for my cock. So I walked forward, still holding the camera. I aimed it down at her and said, “Now take out my cock.”
She didn’t hesitate. She reached for my belt and pulled it away. She unzipped my fly and slipped her fingers through the open slit of my jeans. She gasped as her fingers slipped around my throbbing girth. “You’re already hard,” she said, as if she was surprised.
“Of course I am,” I said.
She pulled out my cock and then moaned at the sight of it. She gently wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. She started to tug back and forth, pulling my foreskin up and down the length of my shaft. “I can feel it throbbing,” she said with wide eyes.
“It’s throbbing for you, sweet heart,” I said. I snapped a few photos as she looked up at the lens.
Then, as I was snapping a photo, she said, “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done this before.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She seemed so down to fuck, from the moment I asked her if she wanted to find somewhere quieter to talk.
“I’ll be gentle,” I said. Though I didn’t really have any interest in being gentle. With her chubby ass and thick thighs, all I wanted to do was ram her as hard as I could, so I could watch everything bounce and jiggle. But right now, I could let her think that I was going to be nice. I let her take her time with my cock, stroking it and admiring it for a minute before slipping it into her mouth. She had a warm mouth. She was shy with her tongue as I gently stroked my fingers through her hair.
“That feels good,” I said. I took the opportunity to snap another photo. She was using her hand to cradle and massage my ball sack. It felt nice, especially once she started to tease the tip of my cock against the back of her throat. She gagged a little bit, and then she apologized, as if she was worried her gagging would turn me off. But I liked the gagging. I grabbed her head gently and pulled it in towards my pelvis, trying to gag her even more. And I got what I wanted: she coughed and gagged and then some saliva dribbled out the sides of her mouth.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She mumbled something while nodding her head. I took another photo.
Finally, she spat my cock out and took a deep breath in, as if she’d been holding her breath the whole time. I turned her around and then pushed her down onto the bed, onto that fifteen thousand dollar dress. She was on her stomach, looking back at me with worried and excited eyes. I climbed up on top of her I spanked that jiggly ass and then I spread her cheeks wide, exposing that puckering asshole. I ran my fingertip over it.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so,” I said. “You’ll like it.”
Now I ran my fingers over her wet pussy. I gently tickled her clit, making her squirm. “Oh God,” she moaned, before I was even pressing my tip up to her damp hole.
“Just relax,” I said as I rubbed my tip up and down the length of her slit. It already felt good. I had no idea how I was going to last once I was inside of her. I bent down and licked the length of her warm pussy. It had a sweet taste to it—but a little bit bitter. I didn’t mind. I gave it another lick, eliciting another sweet moan from her lips.
Then, I got my cock back in position, pressing my tip up to her tight hole. I grabbed her hips firmly with both of my hands and I started to press into her. She moaned and clenched but I still managed to penetrate her with just a little bit of pushing.
“Oh my God! You’re inside of me!” she said with a high-pitched voice.
“Just relax,” I said again. I started to sink my cock deeper. I watched as her fingers clutched the white bed sheets. She pulled them close to her and then she grabbed another handful.
“You’re going to deep,” she said.
“I’m not even halfway in. You’re okay. You can do this,” I said. I pushed in deeper. She squirmed and cried a little bit. I held her still. Her vaginal walls squeezed my girth tight. “Ouch!” she screamed.
“Just try to relax. It will feel good if you can relax,” I said. I kept pushing in. I stopped for a moment to let her squirm a little bit, and then I jammed the rest of my cock into her body. She gasped. “That’s it—I’m completely inside of you,” I said. “Not so bad, right?”
She shook her head. “It feels good,” she said.
“Good,” I said. So I started to thrust—slowly at first—but it wasn’t long before I became obsessed with her soft butt cheeks. I slapped them again and then I squeezed them with both of my hands. She groaned as the sexual energy filled my bones. I wanted to ram her hard. I wanted to stretch that pussy wide. I sunk my fingertips into her soft bum and I came down harder. She gasped again, but she wasn’t telling me to stop—so I just kept going: harder and harder and harder. She was moaning loudly, grabbing onto the bed sheets in every direction.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said through clenched teeth.
“It feels so good,” she said. “It feels too good—why does it feel so good?”
I laughed. She was cute. I loved the way each thrust rippled down her thick thighs. I slapped her harder and harder. I was ramming the entire length of my cock into her tight pussy. Warm juice was gushing out every time I pulled back. “What’s happening?” she asked with a sharp gasp.
“You’re coming,” I said. “And I’m about to come too. Are you on the pill?”
“No,” she said. And it was the last thing she was able to say before she started moaning and screaming. I started pumping her quickly, making warm juice squirt out in every direction. She screamed loudly—probably loud enough that the people downstairs could hear. And that was all I could take. I pulled my long cock out from her hole and then I slapped it down against her soft, jiggly tush. I started to come, blasting long streams of jizz across her back.
She was still squirming and moaning, even with my cock no longer in her body. The fifteen thousand dollar dress beneath her was now covered in her warm juice and a few rogue blasts of my hot cum.
Tae sat up slowly once I was on my feet. She looked at the dress and her lips parted in horror. “That’s ruined,” she
said. “We just ruined a fifteen thousand dollar dress.”
“Let’s just put it away before anyone notices,” I said. “The cum is white and your squirt is clear—I’m sure no one will notice once it’s dry.”
She looked at me with wide eyes. “You really are nuts,” she said.
We stuffed the dress back into the closet and then we snuck out of that room as if we were never in there. We re-joined the party and then she disappeared. I never saw her again.
And sadly, I never saw those pictures again.
CHAPTER III
I grabbed the SD card out from the camera after we were done the shoot. There were two cards in the camera—and I only grabbed the one in the first slot. We didn’t take nearly enough photos to fill up an entire card. But I didn’t realize that the first card was already full of pictures of buildings that Jenny had taken for a class. I didn’t check the card until the next night—two days before the assignment was due.
I went back over to Jenny’s house the next morning, the day before the assignment was due. I asked her if I could grab a spare card. I lied and said that I’d misplaced all of my cards. I was shocked when she actually believed my lie. She brought me up to her gear room and started digging through a drawer. While she wasn’t looking, I went over to that Canon camera and opened up the SD slot. But the camera had no cards in it. “Where’s the card that was here?” I asked suddenly.
“Card?” she said. “What do you mean?”
“There was a card in this camera. Where did it go?”
“I used that camera this morning,” she said. “I was taking pictures of the sunrise. Why? What’s going on?”
“Did you format it first?” I asked.
“Yeah—of course I did. What’s going on with you?”
My heart fluttered down into my stomach. My photos of Tae were gone, erased forever, never to be seen by anyone. And now, I only had twenty-four hours to finish my assignment, which I apparently hadn’t even started yet. “What the hell is wrong with you, Frankie?” Jenny asked.
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