Ch 17

I was editing some of the photos I got from the earlier sessions when I heard a knock. "Come in," I shouted, and Nicole walked in the room. "Hello, honey," I said, my gaze back to the computer. "The costume is behind the screen, you can go and change there."

"We need to talk," she said, uttering the chain of words that was the name of the relationships everywhere. But her tone, flickering with indecision, barely above a whisper, told me that even after the three hours' of determination behind it, it was still fragile.

"Go behind the screen and change," I ordered. "We can talk whatever you want to talk during the shoot. We're already late as it is." She looked like she was about to argue, but another hard glance from me was enough to take the wind off her sails. Her gaze slid off my face and she walked towards the screen, defeated. She let out a whimper when she saw the swimsuit for the day, but it was a credit to her training that she didn't complain.

It was a good thing that I had seen her naked before, because otherwise, I didn't think I could have resisted the sight in front of me. She was wearing the last one from the swimsuit set, a set of string bikini that consisted of triangles barely larger than coins, held together by strings barely thicker than hair. Moreover, it was slightly transparent in its pure white color, just enough to hint me the treasures that lay behind. On her neck, I could see the hickeys I had left in the morning, peeking through the makeup. In total, it was even more revealing than the burnt orange one I had tricked her to try.

I gestured her to walk towards the set, and she did so, her ass, naked despite the valiant effort of one lone string, tumbling attractively with each step. I asked her to take a basic pose, launching the business part of the shot. Her awkwardness disappeared as she followed my commands without the slightest hesitation. Surprisingly, it took less than five minutes to take all required poses, her natural talent enhanced by the experience she gathered.

"Excellent," I said, calling the shot over. I could have undressed her on the set as I did previously, but that was getting a bit repetitive, so I decided to go with a different strategy this time. "Why don't you come and we can check the pictures together."

I walked back to my computer without waiting for an answer, certain that she would follow. I leaned to plug the memory card, and she was standing next to me when I righted myself. "Take a seat," I said.

"But there is no chair-" she started explaining before my arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"It's more comfortable than a chair, right," I said, despite knowing it wasn't exactly true. Most chairs didn't have a certain thickness in the middle to press against her entrance. She tried to shuffle away, but my grip was tight around her waist, preventing her from sliding away, reducing her resistance to dry-rubbing. "Calm down, sweetie," I said mockingly. "All in a due time. Why don't we go through some of your pictures first. I don't think you have seen any of them before."

I clicked the folder that held the photos from the first day. "Let's go back in the history first," I said even as I pulled her a bit tighter, making sure my shaft was comfortably snug between her legs. I went through the first two dresses we had taken that day, as I amusedly watched Nicole's eyes grew shocked, with a generous dash of arousal and hesitant anticipation mixed in. The reason was simple. In her mind, the first two dresses had been quite conservative, an impression that was getting smashed steadily as I revealed several photos I might deem as 'interesting'. The soft caresses my hands left all over her body as we browsed the photos might have a bit of effect as well.

"How do you find the photos from your first shoot ever," I asked her.

"Too revealing," she managed to say, an answer that supposed to be admonishing, but lost its effectiveness by the following moan that left her mouth as I flicked one of her nipples. It wasn't exactly convincing at the first place, at least not after just finishing the set for a string bikini that covered nothing other than the essentials, and especially not while she was sitting on my lap in the exact same ensemble.

"Really," I said, dragging my fingers at the edge of her swimsuit. "Then, I wonder what you would say for your next set." With a click, I moved on the last dress we had taken the first day, a tiny black dress, too tight for her underwear. A gasp escaped her mouth as I revealed the first picture without her underwear, realizing that just how revealing the dress looked. "Beautiful, right?"

She was about to answer, but I moved on the next photo before she could. Her answer froze on her lips, forgotten as her leaning pose, displaying a deep cleavage on my screen. "Daring and beautiful, right?" I asked, but didn't receive an answer. Distracted, she didn't even comment when I wrapped my arm around her waist once more, lifting her a bit, my other arm pushing my shorts and underwear down, so when I lowered herself once more, my shaft pointing between her legs, its top rubbing her entrance, insufficiently covered by her swimsuit.

"It's too much," she moaned in desperation when I shifted to the next pose, one she enabled in her desperate attempt to reduce the amount of cleavage she was putting, only to end up in a pose that revealed her bottom completely to the camera.

I decided to tease her a bit. "Don't tell me you weren't aware of it at that time," I said, my hand sliding down her belly until it slid past the string that was supposed to protect her modesty, but doing a terrible job.

"Of course I wasn't," she stated correctly, but it would be utterly unconvincing to any passerby. After all, it was hard to claim so, when just a few days later, she was sitting on my lap, undressed for all practical purposes, passively accepting as my fingers fondled her womanhood.

I wondered whether it was possible to convince her otherwise as well. She had already proven that she was vulnerable to suggestions in her distracted state, maybe I could convince her that her memories were less reliable as well. "Really? You're saying that you were completely unaware of how revealing you were, and it was not an attempt to seduce your poor, hopeless tenant."

"It- it wasn't," she said, stammering as my fingers slid inside her.

"Yes, very convincing," I said, pointing at her wetness on the screen. "It seems that you were really unaware, look how dry you were."

"It's not-" she tried to say, but I prevented her from finishing her sentence when I slid my fingers, which was previously testing her wetness, into her mouth.

"Yes, you weren't, just as you aren't now, right?" I said, enjoying the way she obediently sucked my fingers coated with her juices.

"I'm not…" she gasped in denial after I pulled my hand back, but I could see the doubt growing on her face as she started to suspect her own recollection under the mounting evidence, her vulnerable state playing a big part on the success of my ridiculous scheme.

"Of course you're not," I said amusedly as I pulled the string that was holding her bottom together, and it slid away uncommented. The move that followed it was a bit more noticeable. I grabbed her hips by both hands and lifted her, only to pull her down directly above my shaft, impaling her deep in one smooth movement, extracting a moan filled with pleasure. "You're not the kind of woman that would drive a helpless boy like me with your innocent act until he has no option but to take you in the very floor you're helplessly squirming, right?"

"I'm not," she said, trying to lift herself off my shaft, but her trembling legs betrayed her at the last second, and her weight impaled her across my full length, followed by another moan.

"Yes, I can see that," I said even as I grabbed her breasts, sinking my fingers into her flesh. "It's evident by the struggle you're putting to extract yourself from the situation."

"No," she said in denial, trying to lift herself with a renewed desire. I let her try freely as she rose, only to give a gentle push that resulted in her impaling herself deep with my shaft. The same scene repeated a few times, each repeat taking less strength to send her deep into my shaft. Soon, I didn't have to do anything as she started to complete the pattern herself, not requiring any interaction from me.

The balance continued as I quickly passed through the swimsuit photos and arrived at the nightwear section. First ones, I quickly passed, only showing a few interesting ones, then I reached the transparent negligee that I managed to convince her to try without a bra. "Yes, Nicole, please tell me how that wasn't an attempt to drive your poor tenant crazy."

She tightened as I moved through the photos, each more revealing than the last. "Because… Because you asked me to…" she managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I asked you to," I repeated, then wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled back. I leaned forward toward her lips like I was about to kiss, but stopped at the last second. "You're telling me that just a word from me is enough for you to ignore all common decency, and display yourself like without a hint of shame."

For a moment, she tried to resist answering, but that determination crumbled instantly when I started to push my hips up with the same rhythm, pushing my shaft in previously untouched depths. "Yes," she admitted in defeat. I leaned forward to capture her lips, rewarding her for her honesty. That proved too much for her, and the orgasm hit her with all the power of an out of control plane, leaving her tightening uncontrollably.

"Let's test your determination then," I said even as I lifted her in a bridal hold, and carried her to the middle of the set. Midway, I pulled the string of her top, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. I laid her in the middle of the set and picked up a camera before she could recover from the orgasm. "Now, part your legs and give me a good view."

I expected her to follow my instruction, but the fact that she parted them open without hesitation was a surprise for me. And for her as well, if the fascinated expression on her face was any indicator, but it only made the scene more beautiful, the flash flaring to immortalize her expression, innocently erotic. "Cup your breasts," I added, and she did so, bringing her elegant fingers over her pale breasts, still carrying the marks of my rough treatment. "Squeeze," I ordered, and her fingers sank into her flesh, followed by another moan. It was beautiful, following my commands without the slightest hesitation despite the persistent light of shock in the depths of her eyes, like she wasn't able to believe her own reactions.

"Now, start masturbating," I ordered, and one of her hands deserted its mission on her chest to invade her tunnel. I took a step closer, my erection danging in front of her eyes. I hadn't had to speak for her lips to part before closing over my crown, nor when she pushed forward until half of my shaft disappeared into her mouth. "Look at me," I ordered, and her gaze shifted at mine, a surprisingly innocent moment that made me even hornier.

The significance of time disappeared even for me as I repeatedly squeezed the shutter, immortalizing every pass she made across my length, her fingers still following my orders, desperately invading her entrance repeatedly to reach another orgasm. It was getting harder and harder to resist her mind-blowing attempts.

I didn't bother to warn her before started spraying her mouth, and an astonished expression filled her mouth. "Keep your eyes on me," I ordered, watching her expression as she desperately tried to keep my seed in her mouth, but a generous trickle slid from the corner of her mouth, dripping on her breasts. "Good work," I praised her efforts, and a smile appeared on her face despite her puffed cheeks. "Swallow," I ordered, and watched her throat constrict in glee.

"Now, spread the rest on your chest," I ordered as I took a step back, the camera clicking furiously. "Keep your right hand where it was," I added when I noticed she was about to stop masturbating. She did so, using her free hand to spread my seed on her breasts while continuing to finger herself furiously. Soon, she climaxed once more, sprawled on the ground, panting and wheezing.

Normally, I would have called it a day, but even in her exhausted state, I could see that it wasn't enough for her. I had managed to break a barrier in her mind, which freed her desires, maybe for the first time in her life. I put the camera on the side, with an angle that would cover us perfectly, and turned on the recording. It was a good opportunity to record some homemade porn, I thought as I took a position between her parted legs.

The way her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep inside her, told me that we were in agreement, so I lost myself in her…

That night, Nancy had missed her appointment.

Normally, I would be annoyed with something like that. Regardless of everything else, I expect a certain level of professionalism from my models, and punctuality was one of them. I would have gone upstairs to drag her down despite her protest, uncaring how awkward she was feeling after our last encounter.

But this time, the opportunity to get a bit of rest was quite welcome. After all, I had spent most of the afternoon trying to fuck Nicole into an unconscious rag, a very challenging target. I was ultimately successful, but not without three hours of concentrated effort that left me bone-weary.

On the positive side, it created a spectacular example of homemade porn, one that would have made a mint if I released it on the web. Unfortunately, while I was a total bastard, I was a possessive one. These moments I had recorded with Nicole belonged only to me, to be hidden in an encrypted section of my hard-disk. I had no intention of sharing that with anyone else.

So, I spent rest of the day after carrying Nicole to her room by lazing around in the room, even taking a power nap just to be able to keep my eyes open as I tried to finish my work.

It was past eleven, and I was fiddling with the photos I had taken in my last session, preparing to sleep, when my impromptu break was interrupted. My door opened without a warning. I looked, only to see Katie climbing down the stair, an unfamiliar expression on her face. Anger dominated her face, turning her usual innocence into something sharper, more mature. It might even be intimidating if she had been wearing something other than her fluffy pajamas.

It was amusing to watch her walk down the stairs. Her steps started strong, exuding self-confidence every time they touched the stairs. But then, our eyes met, a questioning expression on my face, and her determination started to flail, her steps getting softer as she drew closer, unable to sustain her anger under adversary.

I watched her draw closer, doing nothing other than changing the photo I was working on. It might have been hard to explain why I had a picture of her stepmother on my screen, but not as hard as explaining the revealing state of her dress. "We need to talk," she said, unknowingly repeating the same phrase Nicole did earlier today. It was even less intimidating than Nicole's, who managed to keep her expression straight until the end of the sentence, rather than slipping away before even opening her mouth.