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“Great.” He took the photo as she posed for him, sticking out her ass in her heels under the lights. His camera shutter clacked. “Now look at me. Right over your shoulder.” She did, her blonde hair cascading as her green eyes sparkled for the lens. “Yes, sugar, perfect!” Clack.
She smiled, but every time he said “sugar” in that northern accent, she felt a chill. It sounded so wrong in that voice, reminding her that he wasn’t from around here. But she kept her composure. She was a professional. Or at least she wanted to be.
“That’s it, sugar. Now lift the back of the skirt. Let’s get some shots that’ll knock them out.” She did, wiggling her hips as she shimmied the tight material up to bottom of her round ass.
“Keep those eyes here. Love it. Those emeralds are going to make you famous.” She blushed. Not that anyone would be able to tell with the makeup and lighting and the edits. But she felt the heat. And she hated herself for it.
“Lift it higher.” Her smile collapsed. She stopped.
“I-I don’t want to.”
He lowered his camera, his happily instigating smile congealing into something darker. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not comfortable with that.”
He sighed. “Sugar, we’ve been over this. We need some skin. It’s something extra for the boys at the magazine. It’ll make you a shoo-in.”
“I can get it without it.”
He shook his head. “Every girl sends in some skin. Shows them why she’s better to work with than the next pretty face and body they have.”
She began furling the skirt back down her thighs. “Not me.”
His hands clasped her wrists before she could even blink. “Listen, bitch, I didn’t take this job for another nobody. You’re selling your body. You’re a whore. So be a good fucking whore and show that ass off like I told you.”
“Let go of me,” she whimpered, his hands cutting circulation in her.
“If you’re going to be a fucking child about this,” he growled, “then I’ll punish you like one.” He dragged her from the white tarp of the set to his high-top stool, her heels scraping the loft’s wooden floor. For all her time at the gym, she couldn’t stop him.
Soon she was over his knee. “Let me help you with that fucking skirt,” he snarled. It was up. She felt her ass jiggle as it was freed from the taut fabric, the sudden coolness of the air on her exposed flesh.
SMACK. His hand came down hard on her ass. “You listen to me, bitch.” SMACK. “Got that?”
She grunted. SMACK. “Need more?” He asked. SMACK.
Then he noticed the wet spot on her panties. “Oh, you dirty slut!” He exclaimed gleefully. SMACK. She felt his big fingers tracing her pussy. It was wet. She felt it. She couldn’t deny it. Her face flushed once more.
SMACK. “You get off on this? Being put in your place like this? Slut.” SMACK. “Whore!” Smack. He tore her panties down. Bare pussy. Exposed. SMACK. “You’re fucking dripping.” She felt her warm secretion on her thick, strong thighs. She felt so weak. So helpless. SMACK. This time she moaned.
“Yeah, you do fucking like this, slut.” SMACK. Then his fingers were in her.
“Oh god!” She moaned. She felt stretched. Those big, deft fingers were splaying her open. SMACK. Fuck, her ass was burning from the abuse. But... her cunt felt so good.
“You do what I say, slut. Got that?” She felt his fingers hooking, like they were beckoning her. Telling her treacherous little snatch to cum. SMACK. “Got that?” He repeated.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry please-” SMACK. She was so close as he hurt her again, as he manipulated her insides.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl. Tell me you’ll obey, slut.” SMACK.
“I’ll be a good girl! I’ll obey!” SMACK. “Oh god please!”
“Please what, slut? Want me to make you cum? Put you in your place?”
“Y-yes. Yes please. Fuck. Ohh.”
SMACK. “Tell me you’ll be a good slut and obey if I make you cum.”
“I’ll be a good slut and obey just please please make me cum I’ll do anything pleeeease!” She was panting like a bitch now.
Not that she could see from her bent-over vantage, but he smiled. With a final SMACK on her plump ass, he hooked his fingers and plunged them just to the point that had made her push her cunt back into his violating digits.
She groaned. Writhed. He felt her pussy walls clamping on him as her hot little honeypot got even juicier for his probing abuse.
The orgasm lasted a solid three minutes, cresting and falling as she creamed like a girl who had just discovered what a vibrator could do. What a proper man’s fingers can do.
When she came down, he stroked her hair. “That’s good, sugar. Now take five and get some water. We’ll shoot some more and then be done for the day.”
She got up from his lap, pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt, and rushed off to the bathroom.
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“Great.” He took the photo as she posed for him, sticking out her ass in her heels under the lights. His camera shutter clacked. “Now look at me. Right over your shoulder.” She did, her blonde hair cascading as her green eyes sparkled for the lens. “Yes, sugar, perfect!” Clack.
She smiled, but every time he said “sugar” in that northern accent, she felt a chill. It sounded so wrong in that voice, reminding her that he wasn’t from around here. But she kept her composure. She was a professional. Or at least she wanted to be.
“That’s it, sugar. Now lift the back of the skirt. Let’s get some shots that’ll knock them out.” She did, wiggling her hips as she shimmied the tight material up to bottom of her round ass.
“Keep those eyes here. Love it. Those emeralds are going to make you famous.” She blushed. Not that anyone would be able to tell with the makeup and lighting and the edits. But she felt the heat. And she hated herself for it.
“Lift it higher.” Her smile collapsed. She stopped.
“I-I don’t want to.”
He lowered his camera, his happily instigating smile congealing into something darker. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not comfortable with that.”
He sighed. “Sugar, we’ve been over this. We need some skin. It’s something extra for the boys at the magazine. It’ll make you a shoo-in.”
“I can get it without it.”
He shook his head. “Every girl sends in some skin. Shows them why she’s better to work with than the next pretty face and body they have.”
She began furling the skirt back down her thighs. “Not me.”
His hands clasped her wrists before she could even blink. “Listen, bitch, I didn’t take this job for another nobody. You’re selling your body. You’re a whore. So be a good fucking whore and show that ass off like I told you.”
“Let go of me,” she whimpered, his hands cutting circulation in her.
“If you’re going to be a fucking child about this,” he growled, “then I’ll punish you like one.” He dragged her from the white tarp of the set to his high-top stool, her heels scraping the loft’s wooden floor. For all her time at the gym, she couldn’t stop him.
Soon she was over his knee. “Let me help you with that fucking skirt,” he snarled. It was up. She felt her ass jiggle as it was freed from the taut fabric, the sudden coolness of the air on her exposed flesh.
SMACK. His hand came down hard on her ass. “You listen to me, bitch.” SMACK. “Got that?”
She grunted. SMACK. “Need more?” He asked. SMACK.
Then he noticed the wet spot on her panties. “Oh, you dirty slut!” He exclaimed gleefully. SMACK. She felt his big fingers tracing her pussy. It was wet. She felt it. She couldn’t deny it. Her face flushed once more.
SMACK. “You get off on this? Being put in your place like this? Slut.” SMACK. “Whore!” Smack. He tore her panties down. Bare pussy. Exposed. SMACK. “You’re fucking dripping.” She felt her warm secretion on her thick, strong thighs. She felt so weak. So helpless. SMACK. This time she moaned.
“Yeah, you do fucking like this, slut.” SMACK. Then his fingers were in her.
“Oh god!” She moaned. She felt stretched. Those big, deft fingers were splaying her open. SMACK. Fuck, her ass was burning from the abuse. But... her cunt felt so good.
“You do what I say, slut. Got that?” She felt his fingers hooking, like they were beckoning her. Telling her treacherous little snatch to cum. SMACK. “Got that?” He repeated.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry please-” SMACK. She was so close as he hurt her again, as he manipulated her insides.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl. Tell me you’ll obey, slut.” SMACK.
“I’ll be a good girl! I’ll obey!” SMACK. “Oh god please!”
“Please what, slut? Want me to make you cum? Put you in your place?”
“Y-yes. Yes please. Fuck. Ohh.”
SMACK. “Tell me you’ll be a good slut and obey if I make you cum.”
“I’ll be a good slut and obey just please please make me cum I’ll do anything pleeeease!” She was panting like a bitch now.
Not that she could see from her bent-over vantage, but he smiled. With a final SMACK on her plump ass, he hooked his fingers and plunged them just to the point that had made her push her cunt back into his violating digits.
She groaned. Writhed. He felt her pussy walls clamping on him as her hot little honeypot got even juicier for his probing abuse.
The orgasm lasted a solid three minutes, cresting and falling as she creamed like a girl who had just discovered what a vibrator could do. What a proper man’s fingers can do.
When she came down, he stroked her hair. “That’s good, sugar. Now take five and get some water. We’ll shoot some more and then be done for the day.”
She got up from his lap, pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt, and rushed off to the bathroom.