Ch 23

I was feeling exhausted as I drove my new —and temporary, required for today's shooting— sports car out of the rental location, my fingers hurting from the number of signatures I had to leave. And the fact that I had to wake up early to help Katie sneak back to her room took its tool as well, especially when we used the opportunity to get a morning quickie which then turned out to be not that quick.

However, it was easy to ignore the said exhaustion. After all, I had just spent a very enjoyable morning with a sexy nerd who was showing a great aptitude for everything I had been showing her, and now, I was driving to meet with another sexy blonde, this time a naive midwestern beauty with amazing tits. Pleasure and anticipation were better than the thickest cup of coffee, especially with the excitement of driving a high-powered red convertible.

It was a good time to be me.

Since we were stretched for the time a bit —I didn't want to lose the perfect light— I sent a text to Penny, telling her to be outside in five minutes. When I arrived, I didn't even have to pull the driveway, because she was waiting at the sidewalk, her face as bright as a child who just learned that they won a roller-coaster ride.

Penny won a ride as well, even though she didn't know that yet.

"Amazing car," she exclaimed in shock.

"Unfortunately, not mine," I said as I shook my head at her excitement while she took the passenger seat. She examined the car, excited, and I used the opportunity to examine her. She was wearing a light sundress, a blue fluffy one that would fit perfectly for a day on the beach, which, considering today's location, fit perfectly. It was short enough to display her toned legs to a great effect. The design of the dress was considerably more conservative around the chest area, but the dress wasn't designed to hold back a great rack like Penny's, so it strained enough to create a delicious cleavage that begged to be ogled. Its spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, completing the ensemble.

"It's an amazing car, though," Penny said even as she continued to examine it. "Did you borrow it from a friend or something?"

"No, it's actually rented by the client, we're going to use it as a prop for today's shoot."

"Excellent," she gasped, not bothering to hide her excitement.

"So, you like fast cars?" I asked, and when she nodded, I pressed at the gas pedal, driving us toward the nearest highway with quite a bit more than the recommended speed. The real excitement started when we finally arrived at the highway. I pressed the gas pedal, pushing well above one hundred and fifty miles, earning a string of excited cries from Penny. Luckily, the roads were rather empty, allowing me to drive as fast as I could manage.

Pretty fast with the masterpiece I was driving.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled a beautiful cliff with a sea view, concealed from the road by several tall trees, creating a beautiful secret location, the perfect place to shoot a naughty underwear catalog with no team. I stopped only after driving the car dangerously close to the cliff, as required by the client requirements. "Fascinating," Penny murmured, her breathing still fast after our exciting drive, whether she was talking about the beautiful view or the drive itself was a mystery that I was content to leave as a secret.

"Are you ready for your first proper modeling job," I asked with a smirk even as I walked to the trunk, and pulled two bags, one for my photography equipment, the other for her modeling job. I did have a second bag still sitting in the corner of the trunk, but once again, that was for my personal collection, to be revealed when Penny was in the mood for later.

"I'm so excited," she exclaimed as she dashed toward me, stumbling midway in her usual clumsiness before arriving at my side, and grabbed the bag I gave her.

"The bag is already sorted, so just change into the first one, and we can start," I said, carefully watching her from the corner of my eye even as I set up my equipment. She pulled the first one, a rather wholesome white teddy and raised it, then she stilled in shock.

"Where should I change?" she asked in shock.

"You can change wherever you want, there's no one else here," I said casually, like it was no big deal for her to change next to me.

"But…" she murmured with a blush, her voice fading away immediately.

"Come on, honey. What's a little nudity after the ending of yesterday's session," I added while doing my best to look like my focus was on the camera. Penny blushed prettily as she remembered the events of the day before, where I had fingered her into orgasm after a very revealing photoshoot.

I was prepared to continue pushing her, but when she murmured an answer and walked to the other side of the car, unable to argue. Even as I was doing my best to set up the lights and reflectors, I let my gaze shift toward Penny, who was struggling to change crouched behind the car, giving me the occasional glimpse of the smooth pale skin of her breasts. I was amused at her effort to hide her body, but let her succeed for the moment. It would make the eventual victory all more delicious.

"How do I look," she murmured after she finished dressing and stepped toward me, her naked feet sinking into the white sands.

"Exquisite as always," I murmured even as I dragged my eyes on her body, hidden behind a conservative teddy that struggled to keep her chest hidden, though her tits still managed to force its confines. I made a show of licking my lips, and she blushed. "If you're ready, stand in front of the car, and give me a neutral pose," I asked, curious just how much she remembered from yesterday's session.

She immediately took the pose I recommended almost flawlessly, requiring only a few corrections before I took a batch of pictures. With the beautiful view of the sea behind her and trees to add a touch of life, it was an amazing sight. "Excellent, now put your hand on the door, and lean on the car," I added, which started a medium length session where we walked around the car with a number of casual poses.

None of the poses we took could be classified as erotic, but I didn't waste time with that, no matter how tempting. Penny was still an amateur, and I wanted to finish the items required by the job. She started well, but I didn't know how she would react to exhaustion. Working under the natural light, we had about an hour to finish the job before the sunlight got too strong, ruining the photographs. We had two days to finish the job, and trying to rent the car for the third day would wreck the project budget, cutting my earnings seriously.

I could stay professional to ensure a better income, especially since finishing the sets didn't mean that we needed to leave the beach immediately. I was sure that I could convince Penny for some quick exercise, maybe swimming, maybe something more interesting…

"Excellent," I called. "Now, let's do the red one," I said, and Penny once again walked behind the car, struggling to change without giving another glimpse of her body, with rather limited success. We photographed the red teddy even quicker, showing that while Penny wasn't an innovative natural like Nicole, she was still able to display her learnings rather efficiently, enough to make the day work really smoothly.

So much that, I started to hope that we could actually finish the whole work in just a day, resulting in a huge bonus. "You're doing excellent," I called in satisfaction. "We can finish everything today without losing the golden light if you hurry up," I ordered her. "If we do so, I guarantee that I'll try to arrange a meeting with a producer friend," I said, making her smile widen even further.

With the promise of the reward dangling hypnotizingly in front of her eyes, she picked up speed. And, when it was the time to change into new clothes, this time a substantial set of green underwear with a bra thick enough to cover even her spectacular breasts, Penny didn't bother to go behind the car, rather she changed in front of me, allowing my eyes to feast in her body. I wondered if she was overwhelmed with the excitement enough not to care about her nudity, or whether she was trying to make that introduction a certainty.

Considering the way she steadily blushed, my vote was on the second option, not that I was complaining. Even when she turned her side to minimize the impact and positioned her arm to hide her breasts, her curvy body was impossible to contain with such limited measures.

With her sudden enthusiasm, we managed to finish the rest of the clothes less than two hours, leaving her collapse exhausted on the driver's seat. "Amazing work," I said as I took the passenger seat, no less exhausted, and squeezed her thigh to congratulate her. I let my hand linger there, which she steadfastly ignored, allowing my fingers to rest on her beautiful thighs as she enjoyed the comfort.

I was planning to spruce the session with a selection of my own, but that plan changed when I forced the whole shooting to finish in one day, which left both of us too exhausted to use professional posing as a flirting technique.

I decided to cut the chase. "Would you like to change into something interesting," I said. She quirked her eyebrow, and I continued. "I have a few sets from a previous shoot. Trying them might be more interesting," I said.

"Really," she said. "Where is it?"

"It's on the trunk, let me get it," I said, but she waved her hand.

"No, I can get it," she said as she opened the trunk, and disappeared behind the raised hood. Almost immediately, she looked from the side, smirking and blushing at the same time. "Why didn't I think that, we had a screen for dressing all the time."

"Well, it wasn't like I had a problem with it," I said with a smirk.

"Shut up," she murmured even as she leaned down, hustling reaching my ears. "Which one I should wear?"

"Surprise me."

And surprise me, she did. I couldn't see her hidden behind the hood, but when she hung the underwear she had been wearing just moments ago to the edge of the hood, I started to feel excited imagining her naked body on the other side of it, impatient to see her.

But it didn't work as quickly as I had hoped. Instead of stepping to a place where I could see her, she hung another piece on the hood, this time a sexy a green piece from the second bag, one of the more conservative ones, but not the most modest one either. For a moment, I felt disappointed, thinking that even a relatively conservative one pushed her limits, but as she continued to hung clothes on the edge of the hood, each more revealing than the last, I realized that she was pushing in an opposite direction, a detail I enjoyed immensely.

"How's this one?" she asked as she leaned from the side, just giving a glimpse of her upper torso. I couldn't help but whistle at the result, as the push-up effect had elevated her already impressive bosom to the level of a goddess, making my pants uncomfortably tight.

"You look spectacular in it, though I'm not sure about the excessive assistance it provides upstairs," I said smugly. "Your tits are spectacular enough without cheating with a corset."

"So rude," she answered, but her playful giggle contrasted her words. A couple of tries later, she stepped out once again, this time wearing a frilly white set that would fit perfectly to a blushing bride, an impression she gave perfectly with her trembling smile. "This one?"

"Delicious enough to tempt me to push you on the car, and take you hard until you started to moan my name," I answered, coming too strong at my excitement.

With a blush, she escaped behind the hood once more. She disappeared for a minute, making me worry that my statement was a bit too much, but then, I received a small clue that indicated an issue in a completely different direction. A soft moan reached my ears, one that required me to strain myself to hear, making my insides tingle. Apparently, I wasn't the only one feeling aroused by our little game.

It took a couple of minutes for her to step in with new underwear, this time black and lacy, barely enough to contain her perky breasts, though the panties weren't succeeding any better to contain her bountiful ass. This time, she displayed her whole body, but only for a total of three seconds, before her will shattered and she ran back to her concealed spot, not even asking any questions about my impression. "You look even more beautiful in black, it brings your inner naughtiness," I called, only to receive a mumbled thanks.

I didn't mind her shy response, not when I could hear her soft moans as she played with herself behind the hood, aroused to perfection. Her reaction didn't surprise me. A high-powered sports car, a lengthy lingerie photoshoot followed by an even sexier private show, all while the memory of my aggressive treatment from yesterday still bright in her mind… She was far too innocent to ever have a hope of resisting it.

Still, I could feel a bit reticent when she stayed there for several minutes, tempting me to cut our little game short. But then, she threw the black set she had been wearing during her last show on the edge as well, making me shuffle with anticipation.

"Are you ready?" she asked, still hidden. Her voice was excited, but not without an edge of nervousness that she failed to hide.

"I could never be completely ready for your beauty, but waiting is even bigger torture, so go ahead," I asked.

"Really?" she murmured, and I could hear the shy blush on her tone. This time, rather than stepping out, she slowly pushed the hood down. First, revealing her beautiful face framed by her shining blonde hair. The expression on her face alone, mischievous yet shy, was enough to harden my arousal rock-hard. Then, she lowered more, and her elegant shoulders came into sight, broken by the thin black lines of her new underwear. I wondered which once she picked out of the remaining black options, including a shelf bra, not that I expected her to wear that one.

When she stalled, I doubted that I could have prevented myself from begging if it wasn't for the amazing morning I had, giving me the power to resist. Even then, it was hard to resist her shy smile and trembling hands. She was excited enough to do that, but shy enough to have trouble with it, which made everything much better.

I couldn't help but smirk as she continued to lower the hood, slowly bringing the curves of her bosom onto the view, unobstructed by any fabric as she moved it lower and lower. Another surprise was awaiting me as the hood passed the middle of her chest, only for her naked nipples to came into the view, unobstructed by any pesky fabric.

She did wear that shelf bra, much to my surprise, leaving her tits bare for my viewing pleasure. I grunted in arousal, and she smiled enticingly.

She crouched a bit after that, hiding her beautiful chest from the view, showing her intention of extending the show, but wearing that shelf bra was more than I could tolerate. I stood up without a warning, and walked to her, entertained by the sudden widening of her blue eyes. "Stephen," she gasped as I stood next to her, my eyes widening even further as I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, her slit glistening invitingly. I slammed the hood close and pushed her on the car, her beautiful nakedness shining under the bright rays of early afternoon, her legs parted invitingly.

Playtime was over…

"Stephen," she gasped in shock as I stood next to her, enjoying the sight of her naked body. Well, mostly naked, but considering she was only wearing a pair of slippers and a shelf bra that left her breasts naked, I was willing to omit that part.

"Yes, Penny," I said even as I grabbed the hood of the car and slowly pushed it down, easily pulling it out of her trembling hands. When it was closed by an ominous click, it also removed Penny's access to her clothes, leaving her naked. With the spell broken, a sudden blush invaded her face and she turned her back, trying to hide her body from my view, but giving me a view of her beautiful peach butt instead. With her toned but curvy body, it was a sight to die for, especially with her own arousal slowly dripping down her legs.

I decided to stop playing around. Without warning, I pushed her against the car, hard enough to cut off her breath momentarily, but luckily, she had her own impressive airbags to reduce the impact. "Stephen, please, stop," she whispered, trying to beg me, which might have been effective if her voice hadn't conveyed her arousal despite her best effort.

"Come on, Penny," I replied even as I put my hand on her body. "I'm just preparing you for a private photo shoot, where's the harm?" I said even as I gently dragged my fingers over her perfectly-toned ass, enjoying the sensation. "I'm not doing anything I haven't done before," I said, which was correct considering the way our test shoot had ended. "It's completely professional," I added, which was a lie as naked as she currently was.

Letting my shaft free and plunging inside her would have been easy, but I had a more important plan in mind. "Stay like this," I ordered her, and dashed to get my camera. With the sound of the shutter accompanied by a soft flash —to fill the shadows and make the photo more attractive— echoed in the hillside, she stiffened, but got wetter at the same time.

"I'm … naked," she murmured.

"Don't worry, honey," I said even as I put my hand on the small of her back. "It's strictly private. No other man will see them," I ensured her, leaving myself a small loophole, since showing the naked and horny pictures of other models was an excellent way to stow their concerns. After all, if someone else had done it, it couldn't be that bad, right?

"O-okay, then," she stammered, once again her complications easily broken. Her natural weakness, enhanced by her desire to be famous, made it really easy to break through her concerns. She was really lucky that I was the one that found her rather than a worse director, because, in a week, she would have found herself filled with cocaine and shooting ten low-budget porn a day, barely earning enough to afford her newly acquired drug habit.

I protected my own. They were mine, after all…

"Excellent," I said with a smile. "Then, stay like that, but face me. I want a sultry smile for the picture, one that promises an endless night of pleasure." She stammered a positive answer, but when she tried to smile, it was too shaky, too self-conscious. "No, not like that, brighter," I ordered.

"How about this?" she asked after she made another attempt, which was even worse after I called her out, shaking her confidence.

I made a show of letting out a loud sigh. "It seems that I need to help you once again. You're lucky that I'm such a willing partner," I said even as I closed the distance. When my fingers found her wetness, the gasp she let out was beautiful. She made no note of protest as my fingers delved deep inside her, enjoying the way she felt.

"You're not a virgin, you dirty girl," I mocked her after fingering her for a couple of minutes, enjoying her moans. "Your boyfriend is a lucky guy."

"Not…" she murmured. "Not my boyfriend."

"Really," I said, surprised by her admission, though not the fact that she was spilling her secrets. "When did this happen, then? Weren't you together with your boyfriend since junior high?"

"It happened at the Senior Prom," she admitted even as she used her hands to cover her face.

"Oh, really," I said, unable to keep the mocking edge from my tone, even as I increased the pace of my fingers. "You're really a dirty girl, aren't you? Tell me more."

"N-no," she murmured, but I slapped her ass hard enough to echo on the nearby hills.

"Tell me," I repeated as I plunged my fingers into her depths once more.

"O-kay," she murmured, gasping beautiful enough to make my pants extremely tight, so I released my belt. "It was prom night, and we all had had a couple of drinks, all except Jason, who was the designated driver. He had a nice car as well," she added, her sudden sigh making me remember her reaction to the car this morning. Apparently, she really had a weakness for cars, considering that was the only detail she mentioned.

"Then, what happened."

"My boyfriend and his girlfriend both got drunk and collapsed, so I helped him drop them off at their homes. When we were alone, he offered to ride around for a while. Then we went faster and faster, until we stopped in a forested area…" she murmured, her words broken by loud moans toward the end. She was close to a climax.

I decided to quicken my plans for a bit. I smirked widely as I pulled my fingers out, only to replace it with my shaft, and pushed forward without a warning. "N-no," she moaned, but her hips pushed back as I plunged deeper.

"Tell me more," I ordered even as I grabbed her beautiful blonde hair and pulled her head back.

"Then, we did it … on the back of the car…" she finished her tale. "Do it slowly, please," she begged,

"You only did it once?" I asked, and when she nodded, I couldn't help but be surprised. What kind of idiot would let her go after just once. I certainly had no intention of allowing her to go that easily.

"Yes," she answered, followed by another loud cry as I pushed inside her. "Oh, god, this feels amazing," she followed.

"Better than your other time?" I asked, despite knowing the answer. I just wanted to force her to talk.

"Much better," she moaned as I started to impale her repeatedly, her voice filling the opening we were in. "And much bigger," she added unprompted when I pushed myself as deep as possible.

I pulled out for a moment, only to flip her over, so that her back was pressing against the smooth surface of the car, her tits dangling with each push. I wanted to grab and squeeze them, tempted by their perfect rhythm, but the beautiful mixture of guilt, desire, and surrender on her face forced me to employ my hands in a different place. I raised my camera and started taking a string of photos, immortalizing her surrender on top of an expensive sports car, in the middle of nowhere.

"No photos," she murmured, and raised her hands to cover her face.

I had no intention of allowing that. "You're a model, don't cover your face," I ordered. "Be proud of your expression." Those words were just garbage that I came up with on the spot, but luckily, Penny —who was never the sharpest tool in the toolbox— was too distracted to actually pay attention to the depth of my words. With her orgasm closing in, it was a small miracle that she understood the surface meaning and kept her hands away from her beautiful face.

"Better," I approved. "Now, play with your tits, I want to see passion and joy," I ordered. As she brought her fragile hands against her large tits, their size difference might have been comical if it wasn't for the sheer eroticism the scene radiated. I took photo after photo in a frenzy, each flash tightening her further. It didn't take long for her to finally climax.

I just continued pumping into her, not giving her a moment to breathe. I continued taking photos, of course, even when her arms fell to the side while she struggled to catch her breath under my merciless assault. "It feels amazing," she gasped dazedly, at this point, uncaring about the constant movement of the shutter immortalizing her immoral actions.

But such an incredible moment had its costs, as I was rapidly closing in to the point of climax. Giving her a nice creampie was tempting, but not as tempting as covering her spectacular breasts with my white mark, something I've wanted to do since I saw her walk into Madison's room with a top barely containing her magnificent tits.

I pulled out and sprayed, covering her stomach and her tits with my seed while she just moaned dazedly. "On your knees, for the next shot," I ordered immediately, and she followed without a delay, sliding down the hood of the car, but stumbling the moment her feet touched the ground. Unsurprising, as she was very clumsy at the best of times. After two orgasms, it was a miracle she was even able to lower herself to her knees —on the pants I folded underneath her as I didn't want her beautiful knees to be scratched— without falling on her face, even with my help.

"Now, you have your next task," I said, pointing at my shaft, which deflated after that spectacular explosion.

"But, it's… dirty," she murmured, unable to meet my eyes.

"I know," I said even as I gripped her hair and pulled just hard enough to convey the seriousness of my order. She yelped a bit. "I know it's dirty, but whose fault is that?"

"Mine," she murmured softly.

"Exactly. And now, you need to take responsibility, and clean it properly," I added, gently pushing my hand on her shoulder.

This time, she said nothing, just leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the entirety of my shaft, which was an easy job to do in its flaccid state. But under the assault from her warm mouth, assisted by her clumsy but enthusiastic tongue, it immediately started to grow, making it harder and harder for her to keep a hold. When it was halfway up, she surrendered and pulled back, but it continued its growth, large enough to press against her lips even after she pulled back, her back pressing against the car.

"It's too big," she murmured.

"I don't like quitters," I answered sharply, and she flinched. I took yet another photo, and she flinched once more.

She blushed. "I don't know how," she murmured. "I have never done this before…"

"Oh, honey," I said with an overexaggerated helpful tone, unable to believe my luck. I might have found the only Midwestern beauty with no experience giving head, usually, it was their weapon of choice. Still, it only underlined just how precious that finding was. "Don't worry about it, I'm going to teach you all about it… Open wide, and mind the teeth…"

She did so immediately and obediently, accepting my shaft as I pushed forward, slowly traveling down her moat until the crown was pressing against the entrance of her throat. She gagged panickedly, and I pulled back, giving her a moment to gather herself. "It's too big," she gasped between her coughs.

I couldn't help but smirk at her words. I was a man, after all, and those words never failed to stroke our ego. "You need to be resilient," I told her. "Think of it as a movie, no matter how difficult and unfamiliar, you need to hold on despite the discomfort. Can you do it? Can you prove to me that you have what it takes to be a real actress?"

"I will," she answered, and before she could say anything else, I pushed deep into her throat, silencing her. She stiffened when it touched the entrance of her throat, but that wasn't a reason to delay. I removed my shirt and put it against the back of her head like a pillow, ensuring she wouldn't be hurt when I started to act rough, then pushed in even further, forcing her to swallow more of my shaft. Her reaction was beautiful, desperately trying to push herself forward despite her breathtaking gags.

It deserved better immortalization than a few pictures, I decided. Luckily, my camera could also record videos, so I changed the mode, and captured her desperate attempt to deepthroat.

Soon, she started to struggle despite her focus, but for a while, I didn't let up on the pressure, not even when she started tapping my leg desperately. "Calm down," I ordered. "You'll never learn how to do it properly if you don't push yourself," I said as I enjoyed the innocent grasp of her throat, doing its best to push me towards another climax.

Her tapping stopped, showing that my words had been effective. I continued for another minute before pulling back, letting her gulp in air desperately. "Not bad for the first try," I said calmly even as I continued to record her exhausted beauty. "Ready for the second attempt?"

"No-" she tried to start, but opening her mouth at that particular moment was a mistake. I pushed forward again, this time hard enough to lodge three-fourths of my length into her mouth in one move. Her gags rose once again, this time even louder, each attempt making her dirtied breasts jiggle. Her drool started to spill down her chin despite her best attempts, staining her lips even further.

"Good girl," I said, patting her head patronizingly for a moment before pushing in even, enjoying the way she tried to swallow, making her throat even tighter. She was doing excellently.

But the real fun started when she started moving of her own volition, surprising me. She was a good model, but lacked the true instincts that made one a masterpiece. But the same was reversed when it came to giving head. If I hadn't seen her development, I would have never believed that it was her first time. Her movements lost their mechanicality after a moment, one of her hands rose and started treating the base whenever she found the opportunity.

"Your other hand is idle," I reminded her, and she started reaching toward my balls, another great instinct, but I had an even better idea. "No, play with yourself," I ordered.

She moaned desperately, but followed my order, and soon, her hand disappeared further down. Correspondingly, her sucking got even more enthusiastic.

My fingers slid down to her neck, caressing her beautiful neck, which made her tremble, somehow managing to register despite everything else she was experiencing. She was truly a natural when it came to sex…

I could feel her out-of-control pulse from my fingertips as I caressed her neck, her heart pumping hard enough to make her lightheaded. Luckily, the best solution to that was getting less oxygen, and I had that part covered.

I let my fingers wander even lower, enjoying the thumping of her heart as I moved determinedly toward her nipple. When I arrived, I twisted it hard, and suddenly, she was shuddering with the telltale signs of yet another climax.

That broke my resistance as well, and I started filling her mouth with my load. Some, she managed to capture, and some started to spill. But luckily, it wasn't wasted, as her spectacular breasts were ready to catch it, getting even dirtier. Still, since she was failing to catch all of it, I might as well use the opportunity for a more visually-engaging finish. I pulled out, and sprayed the remaining half on her face, staining it enough to rival her breasts.

When I pulled back, she fell on all fours, breathing hard. The combination of a lack of oxygen and her explosive orgasm had hit her hard. I recorded her for a few more seconds before switching the camera back to photo mode.

I had some interesting photos in mind…

I waited for a minute for Penny to get her breathing back, though I would be lying if I didn't like the way she struggled to breathe after an extended deep-throat session, even though it was cruel of me to make her first blowjob experience such a difficult one. On the positive note, I created a delicious baseline for her to address.

My smile widened when she finally lifted her head, only to look confused, like she wasn't sure where her own arousal was coming from. And her arousal was still alive and burning thick.

A perfect expression to immortalize, I suddenly decided.

"Stand up, honey," I ordered her even as I presented her with my hand to help her stand up. "We have a lot of work to do."

She grabbed my hand, both her hands and her legs still shaking on the aftermath of the exhausting play, barely able to lift herself enough to sit on the hood of the car once more. "Can I have some water," she asked.

"To drink or to clean yourself?" I asked.

Her blush was answer enough, but she still stammered and answer. "T-to clean myself."

"Then you need to wait for a moment, I have some interesting photos to take first." I raised the camera before continuing. "Smile."

Despite her shocked expression, she followed my order, and a smile appeared on her face. It was a confused, hesitant one, but I still took several pictures. That expression might not be as impressive when it came to setting things up, but in her current state —exhausted and covered with my cum— it had a much better energy, worthy of being immortalized.

"Now, smile wider, and I want one of your arms pressing against the hood, the other on your stomach. Keep your legs crossed," I said, giving her several directions rapidly. She followed them, and I added several corrections, some necessary, some purely to distract her a bit from the sheer pornography of the situation to give her more natural poses.

And it worked. After several more photos, her expression looked much more natural, arousal dancing just behind the surface. I decided to push that mood to the limit. "Excellent," I said. "Now, both hands on your breasts." She was quick to raise them cup her breasts, hiding them from the view —though not very effectively with her delicate hands.

"Not like that," I corrected her, my tone exasperated like a teacher might have after seeing a pupil making the same mistake despite repeated explanation. And Penny blushed and flinched, reacting like an enthusiastic student. Perfect for my objectives. "I don't want you to cover your breasts, I want you to play with them. Let your fingers sink into your flesh, play with your nipples, draw circles… Give me something interesting to work with, honey."

She said nothing, but despite her blush, her hands followed my directions, and started mauling and squeezing her own breasts with a practiced ease enough to make my shaft rock hard once more. Her eyes fell down, examining my length —visible since I hadn't bothered to put my pants back on after her spectacular service.

There was a practiced ease in her movements, suggesting that she might have fairly inexperienced when it came to sex, but the situation was quite different when it came to playing with herself.

And she was sensitive. Just a minute after she started playing with her breasts, her hesitancy and fear disappeared. Her cries joined to the monotonous clicks of the camera, making the scene much more enjoyable. Even better, she started to change poses unprompted, showing an initiative she had never shown before, and I pressed my shutter madly, trying to immortalize the amazing scenes she was generating just by playing with her breasts.

She might not be a natural model, but she was a natural pornstar…

Noticing my excitement, she blushed shyly, which only added to the beauty of the scene. Despite her shyness, she scooped some of my cum from her breasts and brought it to her mouth, sucking it gently, not neglecting to moan loudly. "You're a masterpiece," I exclaimed enthusiastically, impressed with her initiative. "Give me more."

"As you wish," she gasped, and leaned down while she pushed her breast up, until she captured her own nipple, sucking furiously, But the real surprise came when she parted her legs, revealing her treasure, stiff puffy after my merciless pounding earlier. Her moans got louder as her fingers disappeared deeper, her thumb teasing her clit with a practiced ease.

"You're a wonder, a marvel of beauty," I gasped even as moved closer, recording every inch of her body as she desperately fingered her body, But my focus was on her face, transforming every second with the build up of pleasure. At that moment, I was glad that I didn't bother to put my pants back on, because it would have delayed my next action. Without a warning, I grabbed her wrist and forcibly pulled her fingers off her tits, only to replace them with my shaft, slamming mercilessly.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, both hands on her tits once more as I impaled her mercilessly, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the opening. Her expression lost the last hint of reservation, filled with a wanton joy instead. I once again flicked the camera to record mode, immortalizing every twitch, every micro expression, every move.

I needed to keep her with me, I decided, maybe even signing an exclusivity contract to own her image to prevent her from working with anyone else without a hefty price —a price a competitor wouldn't pay. I canceled my plans to —eventually— recommend her to my friends, because they were no different than me. Even the ones with different tastes would still do their best to use her as a chip to gain favor from their bosses or their clients.

Penny was mine, I suddenly decided.

"I'm cumming," I warned her, despite having no intention of pulling out. After all, I had decided to make her mine. What better way to mark that decision than marking her in the most special way possible.

Her reaction surprised me, though not in a bad way. Her legs were suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Fill me in!" she moaned, lost in pleasure. I could never disappoint her like that, so I sprayed in, triggering another climax in her as well. I had no intention of pulling back, but her legs, still wrapped around my body, didn't give me a chance in any case.

I stayed in, enjoying her warmth, while she rode yet another orgasm. I examined her body, thinking just how much money I could have made if I just convinced her to do porn.

Pity that I was too possessive.

Wrapped in her warmth, it wasn't a surprise when my shaft was resurrected in a record speed. But instead of slamming into her once more, I leaned in and whispered. "Maybe we should call a day, you look exhausted," I whispered in my throatiest tone.

"N-no," she shuddered dazedly, like stopping at this point would have been the worst thing she could imagine…

"Are you sure?" I asked, even as I put my hand on her lower stomach, just where her most sensitive spot ended, caressing gently. "You do look exhausted."

"Please!" she whimpered desperately, loud enough to echo. "I need it, please," she repeated.

"Your wishes, my command," I repeated as I plunged myself into her deepest crevices, extracting another beautiful cry, hot enough to melt the ice. Her body, filled with desire, just arched back, enjoying the assault. Under other circumstances, I might have been a bit annoyed with her passive participation, but today, Penny deserved my attention.

I could always train her to be better another day.

Of course, that didn't mean that she would not have anything to push. "Cry for me," I ordered. "Cry for me as loud as you can. Tell me how you feel!"

"I feel amazing!" she cried in an earth-shattering volume, leveraging the fact that we were alone here to the limit. "I never believed that a pleasure at this level was possible. Do me harder!" she cried, each word getting out more and more slurred.

"Damn, girl," I said even as I slapped her tit, making her tighten even more even as the sound echoed. She was really sensitive at her breasts. I grabbed her nipple with one hand, twisting, squeezing, and pulling with great impact, while the other dug into her firm flesh, hard enough to leave several red marks, but all in the areas that would have been covered by a normal bra.

We still had a lot of photos to take together, after all…

I could feel her getting close to a climax, so I decided to slow down a bit, pushing into her with slow, measured beats, turning her cries into lingering gasps, less loud, but no less sexier.

When her legs loosened around my waist, I decided to change things a bit. I pulled out despite the reluctant cry from her, but that was replaced by an excited yelp when I grabbed and lifted her legs, giving me an even better angle to impale her while testing her flexibility at the same time —and she got full marks.

One of my hands was enough to hold her legs up, so the other shifted down to her ass, which was no less generous than her tits, and started slapping softly but rhythmically, adding a new quality to her enthusiastic moans. The time lost its meaning as I slammed her again and again.

Seeing that she made no protest, I started slapping her ass even harder, enjoying the way it wobbled and trembled with every touch. Soon, she started to shudder under the effect of an earthquake, one strong enough to leave her a half-drunk, trembling mess, and her tightening was enough to get me accompany her alongside her spectacular journey of joy.

"Do you want it inside, or-" I started, only to cut by a very loud reply.

"Inside!" she shouted, at the same time, her walls were tightening to such a degree that I doubted I could have pulled out even if I wished so… This time, I was too exhausted to continue —at least for the next couple of hours— and she was no better position. So, I pulled out, once again pulling my camera and focusing on immortalizing the way she collapsed against the car, my seed slowly sipping down from her legs into the hood of the car. I needed to wash it before dropping it back, I decided sardonically.

Or even better, make Penny wash it in their backyard, already imagining the incredible view it would create.

When she finally managed to gather enough energy to stand up, I was standing in front of her with a bottle of water. "Why don't you clean yourself, sweetie," I said as I passed that along with a towel, but added when she just reached for the towel, "Impress me."

The smile she sent back was no less flirty. Apparently, being fucked to the point of unconsciousness repeatedly worked wonders for shyness. Who would have thought?

But when she arched her back to perfectly frame her tits, her face giving the perfect shot of erotism, I abandoned my self back-patting and focused on the view. She let the water to spill over her body slowly, following her curves, leaving a trail of wetness behind. "Is this okay," she asked between gasps, while letting her fingers slowly trace the edges of her breasts, driving me crazy.

Downstairs, I could feel my shaft stirring once more, making me revise my earlier assumption about requiring a few hours to regain its functionality. However, as tempting was the idea of bending her over against the car again, but watching her slowly clean herself in the sexiest way possible with the assistance of a water bottle and a flimsy towel was not something to be missed. She slowly dragged it on her face, finally getting rid of my mark —a bit sad, but inevitable as we needed to go back to the traffic soon— then shifted to her breasts and stomach, cleaning them slowly.

And if her hand occasionally disappeared between her legs or several cries escaped from her beautiful lips as she meticulously cleaned herself…

Well… the photos were for my private collection in any case.

"And that's it," I called, and Penny smiled pridefully, then suddenly looked around, then looked down on her body, and a full body blush exploded. With the end of the shoot, the spell was broken, leaving her without an excuse to rely on against the assault of her memories. Somehow, that made her look innocent and sexy at the same time…

After chuckling at her dilemma, I opened the hood once more, and picked some clothes for her. It was a difficult choice as my preference was to keep her naked, which, unfortunately, was not an option for the crowded road we were about to rejoin. Maybe one day if we decide to take a long mountain trip together…

In the end, I decided on a flimsy white top that covered barely more area than a bra —and doing that part particularly worse than the average bra due to its flimsy fabric— and a pair of jean shorts that ended well above what was appropriate, leaving half of her ass naked.

"Are you sure?" she muttered, her shyness suddenly back as she looked at the ensemble, which made me as happy as her earlier wanton behavior did. It was good to see her reaction when she was aroused, but I liked playing with shy Penny even more.

"Don't worry, we will be going fast enough for anyone to take note, and I'm going to drop you at your house, so no problem," I said.

"If you say so," she murmured as she pulled them on rapidly, while my eyes were stuck on her chest, especially the way her flimsy top stuck against her still damp skin, somehow making her even more erotic than her naked state. I decided to let it be, as we were driving a convertible. The wind would dry it in a moment.

I sat on the driver's seat, and she took the passenger seat. "Are you ready for a fun drive?" I asked, but as I sat, I felt uncomfortable. Due to the earlier sight, my shaft was still rock hard, making sitting down very uncomfortable.

Luckily, I was driving through the abandoned country-side, in a beautiful red convertible, with an even more beautiful blonde on my passenger seat. Solving a problem like an inconvenient boner was trivial. With one hand, I pulled down my zipper, while my other hand found Penny's hair and pulled her down. A moment later, I pressed the gas pedal, Penny's enthusiastic tongue wrapped around my shaft.

Life was truly grand…