The Portfolio

[SexyChele]

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In the small, mid-west town where I was born there weren't many options for a girl - either work at the local diner or marry a local boy and try to scratch out a living on the family farm. Neither option appealed to me.

My name is Jesse Parker. Okay, it's Jessica Parker, but I go by Jesse. People had always commented on my looks, even from the time I was a little girl. As I grew, it was not difficult to see that both men and boys found me very attractive. I intimidated most boys my age, however, with my 5'10" height. Yet, they were drawn to my long auburn hair, hazel eyes, and slender figure. My full breasts, at 36C didn't hurt either.

Still, I had no intention of wasting my years wallowing in some small hick town, watching life pass me by. After graduating from high school, I packed up what little belongings I had, and caught a Greyhound to New York. Not sure what to do or where to begin, I managed to get a tiny studio apartment with the money my parents had given me. Not truly skilled in anything but the fine art of making a farm boy cum as quickly as possible, I soon realized my options were few.

Looking in the paper, I noticed an ad for models and decided - why not? When I showed up at the address listed, I was shocked. There had to be well over 200 girls there - some smart and savy, others young and naive. Unfortunately, I was in the later category. After having been looked over like a side of beef, I was asked for a copy of my portfolio. I looked blankly at the team of faces in front of me.

"A copy of your portfolio. You do have one, don't you?" one of the voices from the sea of faces in front of me asked.

"Uh, no, sir, I don't. I'm not sure what one of those is."

"How do you expect to get a modeling job without a portfolio? God, where do we get these girls from? A portfolio is a collection of photographs of you in various poses, various outfits. Something you can hand out to get modeling jobs. If you want to be a model, get one."

So, there I was in my apartment, thumbing through the New York yellow pages under "Photographers". The listings were endless - and all promised high quality work for low cost. Just when things seemed hopeless, I saw the ad - it grabbed the attention promising quality work for a low price, and guaranteed satisfaction. Noting the address wasn't far from the apartment, I slipped on a pair of tight jeans, form-fitting sweater, and boots and headed to the studio.

It was located on the second floor above a deli, in an area that one could only describe as "colorful". Walking up the steps, I opened the door to the studio - and found a room with only a desk, telephone and couch. I walked in tentatively, looking around for a receptionist, but found no one. There was a door opposite the one I had come in, and I knocked. Receiving no answer, I was tempted to leave, but turned the knob and opened the door onto a very large room filled with all sorts of equipment. Nervous, not sure what to do, I shiver at the slight coolness of the room.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

 

[captainb]

The lightbulb squeaked as Matt gingerly unscrewed it, wetting his fingers a couple of times to diffuse the heat. He tossed it in the trash and inserted a fresh bulb, then pulled back the dark curtains and looked at the brick wall across the alley. No one would look in here anyway, but he preferred to maintain the illusion of privacy. It made the models more relaxed, and helped free their inhibitions. Business wasn’t exactly booming these days, despite all of the modeling gigs in town. Photographers seemed to be a dime a dozen. The busiest had agencies recommending them and full staffs to handle the elegant men and women who wafted through their halls, while he had to resort to cut-rate prices and a few costly flashy ads in an attempt to drum up business. He had the talent and plenty of ideas, he knew that, but he hadn’t found an assignment that would make his big break. Matt checked his computer and idly flipped through the mini-cams discreetly placed about the studio. Tiny and innocent, it would take a trained eye to recognize them for what they were. Privacy and intimacy were fragile things at best.

He was dressed in chinos and sneakers, topped by an untucked red and yellow Hawaiian shirt. With his sandy hair and day’s growth of beard, he might have been at home on some beach in Cancun, but that was just a future fantasy for now. The room was cool, heating bills being what they were, but the background scent rising from the deli helped to allay the slight discomfort. He’d go down for lunch in a little while, he thought as he flipped though the appointment book. Nothing scheduled until late this afternoon, some kid and his dog. Great, a pet photographer. Not what he had in mind for the web site, not by a long shot.

He picked up a camera behind a light screen and started to adjust the lens when he heard a footstep followed by a woman’s voice. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Matt put a smile on his face and stepped around the screen. “Hi, how are you?” he said, walking toward her. “I’m Matt Reynolds.”

“Hi,” she said a bit shyly. “I’m Jesse Parker.” He shook her hand and his eyes professionally scanned her down and up. At least, he tried to make it look professional. Jesse was beautiful, her body shown off flatteringly in a sweater and jeans. He pulled up a chair for her and they both sat.

“So Jesse,” he said, “How can I help you?”

 

[SexyChele]

As he stepped from behind the screen, he seemed exactly what I had imagined a photographer to look like. His handshake was firm and warm, his manner calm. I caught him scanning my body, but I guess that is what professional photographers do.

As he offered me a chair, I felt as though he was some one I could trust. Still, my natural shyness was still very near the surface.

"Well, Mr. Reynolds, I -"

"Wait! We are never going to get anywhere unless you call me Matt, agreed?"

I smile, thankful for the more informal attitude.

"Ok - - Matt. Well, I don't know where to begin. I just got to New York a couple of weeks ago, and I'd like to be a model. But, you see, I don't have a portfolio, and I was told that without one, I couldn't get a job as a model."

He stared at me intensely as I continued.

"I've never done modeling before, but I've been told I'm good looking, and I think it's work that I could do - if given a chance. Anyway, I found your number in the phone book and was hoping you could help me put something together."

"Well, Jesse, I do work with models, so putting together a portfolio shouldn't be hard."

"Well, how much does it cost, Matt? You see, my parents loaned me some money, but things are so much more expensive here. I'm afraid I don't have much to spend. If I don't have enough I'd be willing to make payments - or even work it off for you. I noticed you don't have a receptionist. I really need your help, Matt."

I looked up at the handsome man who held my very existance in his answer -

 

[captainb]

Matt hoped she didn't think he was staring. He just couldn't believe what she was saying. A girl who looked like this, asking him to put together her portfolio! She'd have no problem landing some jobs once she was able to flash a handful of 8x10s. She was new to New York, inexperienced, willing to work off the cost...

"I really need your help, Matt," she said, her hazel eyes huge and innocent. Matt slowly nodded. Innocent. That was the angle.

He stood and slowly walked around her chair. Her head followed until he moved out of sight, then she sat still as he continued examining her. Matt's heartbeat had slowed down and thoughts were now forming rapidly.

He came into sight again. "I'll tell you what, Jesse," he said, pulling up a chair next to hers. "I've got a good feeling about this. I hope you realize that you're a very pretty girl." She smiled and blushed. Matt grinned. "I'm surprised you haven't modeled before."

"My hometown is pretty small," she explained. "There weren't many opportunities for women in general, let alone to model. That's why I came to New York."

"How old are you, Jesse?" he asked.

"Eighteen. My birthday was two months ago..." She started digging through her purse. "I've got my license in here..."

He laughed and put his hand on her arm. "No, no, I trust you. In fact..." He stood and picked up a camera from the table, then turned back to her with an intense look.

"I can photograph you to bring out your beauty, Jesse. I can capture that beauty and put it on a piece of paper, and people will look at that photograph and say, 'I want that woman!'"

He paused, and squatted next to her leg. "Anyone can take a picture. They'll show a beautiful girl. But I can show them more. I can show them what's behind those big beautiful eyes, what's underneath this gorgeous silken hair. I can show them the real you, the one who dreams, who imagines. There is... there is a quality about you," he said, searching her face. "An innocence, but... more. A blossoming. An awakening. That can work very well for us. We want to make those qualities shine out of the photos. I know that I can do this. Will you let me prove it?"

Jesse blinked and managed to say, "Yeah."

Matt smiled again and took her hand. "I'll take some shots and show you what I mean. If you like what you see, then we'll pull out a standard contract. I don't need anything up front. That's how confident I am that you're going to get work." He walked her across the room and pointed to a pair of saloon doors. "That's the changing room. I've got some accesories in there, scarves and such, and a few pieces of clothing that aren't too size dependant. Coats, sweaters... hmm. There are a few dresses and pieces of lingerie to, but I couldn't say what size they are. For now, we'll shoot you in what you're wearing. That's a nice outfit. It looks good on you. You know, you could always bring in your own clothes too, maybe find a friend who's your size and borrow hers."

He started turning on lights and adjusting screens. "Its going to be a few minutes until I'm ready here. Why don't you take a look around the changing room, and tell me what kind of poses you've been thinking of?" He thought quickly about his little speech, and hoped that he'd been telling the truth.

 

[SexyChele]

At first his staring made me a bit uncomfortable. I was used to people looking at me - but not studying me. I tried to stay still, to tell myself this was all in the name of professionalism.

At his words - his "vision", really - my heart started to pound. It was amazing, all the things he said he could do. Could he? He seemed confident that I would be able to get work - AND he wasn't worried about payment up front!

As he flipped on lights and adjusted screens, I went back to the changing room. I went through boxes and looked at racks. Most of the dresses seemed rather ordinary to me. The lingerie, however, was quite well-made - silks, lace, satin. Some were gowns cut to skim the body. Other pieces left very little to the imagination. I blushed profusely to think of wearing almost next to nothing in front of a camera. But then I started to think of Matt's good looks, sandy hair, and how that day's growth of beard would feel against my skin. How would he react if I were to come out wearing only a thong and thigh highs? I held up the objects, contemplating them.

Stop it, Jesse! The man is a professional! Why he's probably seen hundreds of women right in this very studio who had worn such things, and simply photographed him.

Still, my fingers kept searching out those things soft and lacey, those items that left little to the imagination. Image flashed in my mind, images I had seen in my father and brother's porn mags. Girls lying seductively on unmade beds, eyes beckoning from a soft couch, pouting lips promising all sorts of delights from bubble-filled bathtubs.

Shaking my head, I wandered over to a box, and discovered a multitude of beautiful, sheer silk scarves - some large enough to cover an entire body. I pulled out a large emerald green scarf, just sheer enough to barely make out my hand from underneath. I stood before a mirror, and draped the fabric around my body as though I were some sort of Grecian goddess. I was about to giggle at the sight, when -

"Jesse? I'm ready - "

I spin around, suddenly embarassed as Matt comes in through the doors. Trying to untangle myself from the yards of sheer fabric, I feel my face flush at the idea of being caught like a young girl playing "dress up".

"OH! Matt! I'm sorry, I'll be right there!"

"That's quite all right, Jesse. Quite alright."

I look up at him, not realizing before how much taller he was than I. His hand reached out and picked up a length of the fabric and he draped it across my chest and stared intently.

"That's a good color on you, Jesse."

"Um...thank you, Matt."

"No reason to be embarassed, Jesse. What we will be doing when we create your portfolio is experiment. But, come, I'm all set up and ready."

He led the way out of the changing room and back into the studio. I noticed that the screens had been brought around, with lights directed like spotlights. In the center of the semi-circle was a simple back-less bar stool. I looked up at Matt, who nodded towards the stool.

 

[captainb]

"Beautiful!" Matt said, and the camera clicked. "Now raise your chin a bit, smile, yeah." *click* "Tilt your head. Relax your mouth a bit... Good!" *click* "Drop your shoulder a bit, turn your head that way... a bit more..." *click*

Matt was in heaven. He hadn't had a chance to create a real modeling portfolio for quite a while, and this was just getting better and better. Jesse had adjusted fairly quickly to the camera's eye, and her developing comfort shone from her face. He continued giving direction, backing the frame from her face to include her body. "Drop one leg to the floor, and lean on your knee. That's it, great." *click*

He changed cameras and continued shooting, noting his commands became less and less needed. She started moving on her own, shifting slightly between poses as each frame snapped. At one point she stood and placed her hands on the stool, looking over her shoulder and smiling. *click* "Hold it!" Matt said. "Keep that pose, but relax your mouth. No smile, just part your lips slightly." *click*

His mouth felt dry as he finished the roll. "Okay, that's it!" he said, and she straightened up with an almost embarrased smile. "You looked great! I think you're going to be real happy when you see these pictures, Jesse. Here, I'm sorry, let me get you some water." He opened a bottle, and then handed her a cup. "Listen, why don't you go home and look through your wardrobe, and I'll get these photos developed. Then if you want, you can come back later this afternoon and see the results. If you have time, we could take some more shots with different outfits."

"That sounds good," she said, drinking deeply.

He looked at her, "So, how did you feel? When you were posing?"

 

[SexyChele]

His question came as though he were reading my mind. I smiled up at him, my enthusiasm must have been bubbling over.

"Oh, Matt, that was incredible! Oh, at first I was shy - it's kind of intimidating, you know? But after a while, well, it's almost like dancing, isn't it? You just sort of run a song through your head and just allow your body to move with it!"

Laughing as I take a sip of water, I continue.

"I can't wait to see what the pictures will look like. I hope they come out well. And to tell you the truth, I did feel a little confined with the jeans and all. If you wouldn't mind, I have some things at home I think might work well - not sure if they might be too, well, you know, a little too revealing?"

Grinning at me, Matt puts his arm around my shoulders, and I suddenly feel very warm to his touch.

"Well, Jesse, go home, pick out some things and come back. Anything will work, trust me."

Suddenly excited, I finished off the water, and grabbed my purse.

"Yes, I'll be back, Matt. Will around 4 be okay?"

Before he could answer, I almost floated out the door, and down the street.

Getting back to my apartment, I quickly sorted through the things I had. Not sure what would be "appropriate", I started to throw all sorts of things into a bag. I'm sure Matt can tell me if something was okay or not.

When I was finished, I looked at the accumulated clothes - couple of mini skirts, a few tank tops, a pair of cut off shorts (almost too short to be called shorts), the 3 bikinis I owned, a silk nightgown that I had impulsively purchased the second day I was in New York, and a garter belt and stockings. Looking down at my current outfit, I looked around the apartment, and found my high heeled pumps, the ones with the 4" heels, and tossed them in as well. Remembering what Matt had in his changing room, I figured I could add to what I brought with what he already had.

Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I started out, stopping at a sidewalk vendor for a hot dog before continuing onto the studio.

 

[captainb]

Matt's heart thudded as Jesse's face materialized on the paper. He picked it out of the solution and clipped it to the drying line with the others. Many photographers had turned to digital pictures, and there was no denying the advantages. But there was a quality to film that he just didn't think could be matched by bits and bytes. He stared at her eyes, seductively peering back at him over her shoulder. My god, she was attractive. And sexy, no doubt about that. He turned to the pics that included her body and smiled. She'd love these, and he had no doubt that she would sign the contract.

When the pictures had dried, he arranged them on the table in the studio. Next, he moved the futon from the wall into the center of the room. It was piled thickly with cushions and pillows. He thought for a moment, then rummaged through the changing room and came up with a green satin sheet which he threw across the pile.

He looked at his watch, opened the small refrigerator, and dashed out the door and down the stairs. A few minutes later he returned, shoving more bottles of water plus some orange juice, 7-up, and a bottle of Riunite into the suddenly packed fridge. If she wanted to keep posing, they could order some sandwiches later. He reloaded the cameras, and set out extra film. Then he sat at the computer and checked the view through the cams. The futon was centered from each angle. He shut the monitor off and went to the window. Depending on the outfits she chose and how comfortable she got with her poses, he might start recording. He bit his lip, hoping that she would start feeling very comfortable. Hopefully she'd be so overwhelmed by the pictures that she wouldn't read the contract's fine print too closely. There was nothing underhanded about the contract, but it might raise some questions too early and he didn't want to scare her off.

A footstep behind him, then her voice. "Hi Matt, I'm back!"

"Hey there, Jesse! Looks like you brought a nice selection with you."

"Oh, just a few things," she said as she tossed her hair. He grinned ruefully; she wasn't even aware of how such movements looked, they were just natural. Like her. "I think they might go well with what's in the changing room," she continued. "Are these the pictures?!?"

Matt watched her as she examined the shots, loving how her face lit up. No shyness here, she knew she looked good. "Well?" he said with a smile. "Can we do magic together or what?"

With a squeal, she suddenly hugged him. "Yes! Can we take some more now?"

He'd hugged her back instinctively, totally aware of the feel of her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands still on her waist, he said, "You've got it, girl! But first, we need to get this out of the way." He opened a drawer and pulled out the contract, two pages of fairly dense language with signature lines at the end. "This will let me represent you with your photos, and keep everything clean for the lawyers," he said with a wink. "Again, don't worry about the payment paragraphs. That'll work itself out after we get you a job!"

 

[SexyChele]

When I got to the studio, Matt already had the pictures developed and laid out. I couldn't believe it! I knew that photographed well - always had - but these, these really caught something on film that I wasn't aware of before.

Impulsively I hugged Matt before realizing that maybe that wasn't a very professional thing to do. Yet, I couldn't quite turn off that part of the brain that told my body how good it felt to have him close to me. In a way I was thankful that he moved away, yet still wanted to feel the touch of him against me.

As he handed me the contract, it all looked confusing. It looked like any other contract to me, and even though you always hear that one should it first, does anyone ever do that? I glanced over the pages briefly, then looked up at Matt and smiled. Bending over the table, I signed "on the dotted line", so to speak, and handed it back to him.

"That's just great, Jesse! Now we can start taking some photos of you and get that portfolio together. Why don't you just change into something and let's see how it works?"

"Well, is there something that would work best?"

"Just use your imagination, and we'll see where it goes from there, k?"

I nodded before heading back to the changing room. Looking over what I brought and what Matt had in the room, I thought it best to start with more clothing then with less. I quickly got out of the clothes I was in, and hooked the garter belt into place. Rolling up the black stockings over each leg, I secured them in place, before sliding the skit over my hips. The mini skirt was very tight, and barely hid the tops of the stockings - I hoped that would be okay. I pulled a tank top over my breasts, the material straining. Slipping my feet into the pumps, I was suddenly very aware of the instant height - 6'2" - it was the reason I didn't wear high heels very often. Rumaging around in the room I discovered a white blouse, kind of big and put it on, tying it at the waist. My final selection was a sheer black scarf that looked like it could be fun, and I draped it around my neck. I rechecked my makeup, and when I felt all was in order, I walked back into the studio.

Matt was adjusting equipment, so I walked up behind, realizing that I was even height with him. Tapping him on the shoulder, he turned around.

"Is this okay? Or do I need a little less?"

 

[captainb]

Matt knew he was obvious. It was one of the reasons he stayed away from poker; sudden emotions hit his face before he knew about them. He saw himself blink, knew his mouth was open, watched himself scan her body from her breasts to her feet, then back up. When he reached her eyes, his sense returned and he grinned at her. "I think that will be just fine for a start."

Her eyes sparkled at him and she turned with a smile to walk to the futon. Damn! he thought, watching her ass move above those long legs, stretched even more by the four-inch heels. He felt his dick stir in his pants, and wondered if wearing boxers today had been such a good idea.

As earlier, Jesse rolled easily into the modeling mode, seeming to know when to pause her body for the next shot, almost teaching herself the subtle changes from one position to another. Matt continued his encouragement, directing her generally but letting her take care of most of the details.

"Remember that it's not a camera looking at you," he said as the shutter clicked. "It's a person, a man or woman, looking at your face, your body. We want them to want to buy you. Doesn't matter what the ad's about. You're the one doing the selling, the one that pulls them in." He lowered the camera. "It's sex, Jesse," he said as she looked at him. "They want you, desire you, want to own you and play with you. They'll return to the ad and look at it again even after they've read the copy, because they want to look at you. And since they can't have you, they'll settle for the car." He smiled as she laughed, and raised the camera again. "Sit on the stool and cross your legs. Let the skirt ride up in the back so you show the thigh above your stockings. That's it, very sexy." *click*

He took his time now, makng each shot count as the lens zoomed in. Her legs, firm and tan under the stockings, their flesh smooth and tantilizing high under her thigh. He could see nearly the whole side of her butt, and even a hint of panties when her legs crossed tightly. The tan of her chest contrasted wth the white from her blouse, and he found himself focusing on the hint of cleavage above the tube top. Matt was working, doing his job as well as he knew, and he was enjoying himself and relaxed. He had a semi-erection, but was pretty sure his baggy pants covered it enough. Maybe it would help her relax more, as long as he didn't make an ass out of himself.

When they stopped for a break, he said, "Okay, let's have a costume change. We'll start simple. Take off the tube top but leave the blouse. It's going to be a little see-through. Are you okay with that?"

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Sorry, Captain, been a little out of it, lately!

IC: I smiled up at Matt during the break, drinking down almost a full bottle of water at once. Who would have thought that modeling could really be hard work? The lights were especially rough - the heat had almost caused a light sheen of sweat before Matt called a break.

But the rush, the thrill was overwhelming. The ideas that Matt put into my head - people staring at me simply because I was sexy! I had always guessed that was true, but to think that men and women might one day be looking at me, my body, my face, and actually lusting over what they saw. A certain feeling of power and confidence washed over me, and suddenly the camera didn't become quite so intimidating anymore. I had noticed the very subtle bulge in Matt's pants - and that added even more confidence. If my moves could get professional a little excited, then maybe there was a chance I could really make this work.

"Okay, let's have a costume change. We'll start simple. Take off the tube top but leave the blouse. It's going to be a little see-through. Are you okay with that?"

I was snapped out of my reverie, and glanced at Matt with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that, no problem. But if you have something a little stronger than water, would that be a problem?"

Matt grinned as he moved towards the fridge, and I waited until he had turned around to face where I was. Turning around, so my back was towards him, I undid the blouse and slid it off of my shoulders before draping it across the stool. Then slowly I reached around myself and grabbed the tube top, pulling it over my shoulders and head before tossing it beyond the screens. I reached over and picked the blouse back up and slipped it over my arms. Turning around, making sure the Matt got a nice view of my barely covered breasts, I walked towards him as I tied the blouse at my waist. Taking the glass from his hands, I sip, and then stand back, arching my back slightly, knowing the coolness of the studio is causing my nipples to point like rocks through the blouse.

"Is this the view you had in mind?"

 

[captainb]

Matt watched silently as Jesse changed her top. She had obviously waited for him to turn around, and he was grateful. He breathed deeply at the sight of her back, her hair flowing over the naked shoulders. She turned and walked towards him, her breasts softly jiggling and half-bared as she tied the ends at her waist. He started, remembering the glass of wine in his hand, and smiled as she sipped at it. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin shirt, their peaks erect and proudly displayed.

"Is this the view you had in mind?" she asked innocently.

He nodded wryly. "I think you're getting the hang of this." Her eyes dropped briefly to his pants where his erection was visible against his leg. He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. "Like I said, you've got the look that wants looked at!" Their eyes met and he swallowed at the sexuality smoldering in her. "Better get back to the couch. I don't want to lose any of this."

The camera resumed its work, and Matt took it off the tripod for more maneuverability. Jesse made the most of her new look, placing her arms over her head to raise her boobs, or leaning forward to let her shirt hang loosely. Matt moved in closer, letting the lens capture her eyes peeking from under the cascade of hair, the curve of her breast showing over the knotted shirt, the tip of a nipple revealed in silhouette against the gauzy fabric.

At the next break he patted her face gently with a towel. "Didn't think you could work up a sweat just posing, did you?" he asked, and let the towel move over her chest to absorb the small beads of sweat.

She sipped at the refilled wineglass and nodded. "The lights take some getting used to, but it's not bad," she said bravely.

Matt considered for a moment, then said, "If you're up for it, let's try something a bit more daring. It'll give us an excuse to turn down the lights." He moved an unused light pole behind the futon, then dimmed the white lights and turned on some soft reds and blues. "Sit down, put your arms over your head and grab the pole." She looked at his crotch in mock surprise, and he laughed, watching her eyes take on real surprise as he produced a set of handcuffs. "Helpless, innocent, seductive," he said softly, kneeling on the cushion next to her and reaching for her wrists. He was aware his crotch was eye level to her, but concentrated on sliding the cuffs through the metal loop on the pole and clicking them around her wrists. "Even like this, you've got power," he said looking down. Jesse's skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, and her full breasts were nearly bared, rising and falling with each deep breath. He backed away. "Don't go anywhere."

He turned to pick up the camera, reaching quickly to push the button for the video cams. A glance at the monitor told him they were operating properly, the lithe captive visible from several angles. He returned and squatted before her, adjusting his cock briefly for comfort. "Now, think fantasy," he said and raised the camera.

 

[SexyChele]

It seemed as though I had been in front of the camera for hours. when I knew it couldn't have been that long. It was hot and a little tiring, but Matt's encouraging words made it all seem worthwhile - as well the bulge in his pants told me that he was liking what he was seeing, and I couldn't deny I was very appreciative of the sight before me as well!

As he cuffed my hands above my head, I was shocked and a little bit afraid. I tried to remain calm - as though nothing were wrong, and when I saw Matt sneak a peek down at my open blouse and exposed thighs, I relaxed a bit.

As he picked up the camera and said "fantasy", my mind at first went blank. What was I supposed to do? But I gazed at the tall, handsome photographer, and instantly images started to cross my mind - images of lips on skin, tongues licking flesh, bodies pressed together, a tangle of legs and arms, a vocal orchestra of moans. As I envisioned what Matt might be like naked, running his hands along my body, I began to squirm on the couch. My eyes started to close and the images became sharper, clearer.

Suddenly, I was no longer aware of the couch, or the camera. Images and fantasies were running through my mind as quickly as a video and I allowed my body to move with them. Straining against the cuffs, arching my back, my nipples stiff and hard. Trying to rub them against the gauzy material, seeking relief, which was not forthcoming. My feet splayed from the knees, but my thighs firmly pressed together, rubbing against one another, feeling my clit start to swell.

As my mind sunk deeper into my fantasies, I started to move back and forth against the couch, trying to find some position that would enable me to relieve the aching in my clit. My head thrown back, eyes half closed, I took no notice that my skirt had risen past my hips, my panties plainly visible. Straining against the restraints, lifting myself and then pushing down, my thighs began to separate, spreading widely, no notice that the wet spot of my panties was being recorded on film. As I twisted and turned my body against the cuffs, the blouse came undone slowly, revealing first one breast, and then the other.

As though a voice were whispering to me, I raised my head and opened my eyes to see Matt snapping away. Glancing down, seeing my body mostly exposed, I look directly into the camera, as though looking into a lover's eyes. Smiling slightly, I start to angle my body in ways that the camera might like. Stretching my breasts forward, spreading my thighs even farther, my face a mask of desire and seduction. My only object: to make the camera desire me as much as I desired it.

 

[captainb]

He circled slowly around Jesse, her captive form writhing under the everwatching lens. He was in awe; she was in her own world, eyes closed, body writhing to an inner beat, desire pouring out of her like sweat. Her breasts were bared, the white shirt splayed open around her torso. She threw her head back and gasped as her hips arched, and the shutter clicked straight down along her face and throat and oh-so-erect nipples, her belly leading to thin panties that exposed the wet outline of her swollen sex. Matt's cock swelled mightily, solidly pushing past the end of his boxers against his thigh.

He settled in front of her just as her eyes opened, heavy-lidded and smoldering in lust. Her tongue flicked over her lips and her thighs spread wide in raw invitation. He slowly stood, noting how her eyes dropped to his crotch with a smile.

The corner of his mouth rose. "I've got something to help," he said, stepping to the cabinet and picking up a small bottle. He moved back to the futon and sat next to Jesse. Her thigh rose to rub along the top of his as she arched her breasts forward. "Keep that thought," he smiled, and placed several drops of baby oil on his fingers. She was still as he raised them to her breasts, then moaned softly as he softly swept his fingertips over the tip of one nipple. Matt breathed deeply as the pink tip crinkled and grew at his touch. He circled around the tip, her areola shining where his moist fingers passed. He repeated it on her other breast, only his fingers touching her as she turned towards him. Her tongue slipped out to point at him, all semblance of control vanishing in her lust.

He smiled. Her lips looked dry, and she was nearly panting. "Would you like a drink," he softly asked.

"Yes," she breathed.

He picked up her glass of wine and held it to her lips. She slurped, and he raised the glass more than was needed. The red liquid poured off her chin and splashed betweeen her breasts, running to pool briefly in her navel before trickling into the edge of her panties. Matt wanted to say something clever, then thought What the hell. He leaned and ran his tongue through her cleavage, pausing to suck out the wine that coated her belly. His hand rested on the inside of her calf, the smooth skin flowing like fire under his fingers. He looked up at her, the inner curves of her breasts framing the eyes and mouth that gazed back at him.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Oh, Captain, thank you, thank you, thank you! *kiss*kiss*kiss* For bringing back one of the sexiest avatars I've ever seen!! Now, just who is the girl??

IC: His fingers on my breasts took my breath away - light, feathery, yet with purpose I felt his fingertips working over the nipples causing them to harden to points begging for attention.

As the wine he gave to me splashed over my chin and down my breasts and belly, I gasped. But it was the feeling of his tongue and lips that caused me to pull tightly against the restraints, wanting to push myself against him.

His hand on my calf, his smoldering gaze through the mounds of my breasts, made me ache to reach down and run my fingers through his hair, lightly stroke his cheek, feel the broadness of his shoulders.

Instead I was teased in the most delicious way.

As his hand made it's way up my leg, to my thigh, his fingers tickling the sensitive inner skin, I pulled against the cuffs, lifting my body off of the futon. Aching for this man's touch, I spread my legs even wider, realizing how wanton I must look and still not caring.

He fingers lightly brushed the shaved lips of my labia, making me jerk from the unexpected pleasure. Trying to push against his fingers, my eyes fixed on his, I feel him tracing my lips ever so gently. Each time he came forward, his thumb would lightly run across my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Suddenly I feel his fingers tracing the inner lips, oh so close to the nub of pleasure I so want him to touch, to rub, to press. Moving my hips back and forth, moaning in ecstacy, I find I no longer have control.

"Oh, Matt, please, please! Give me release! Oh, make me cum, Matt! Now!"

Suddenly, I feel the hand slide away, and a soft laugh fills my ears. When I open my eyes, I see him standing above me, camera in hand, grinning at me.

"Yes, that is the very look I think we want. Just keep that up until I finish this roll, and then we shall both have the release we need."

 

[captainb]

Matt couldn't keep the grin off his face. Jesse's sheer lace panties had worked their way inside her pussy lips during her squirming and each thrust of her hips slid the material against her slippery flesh. He watched her moan and twist as he gently ran his finger along her exposed labia, stopping only to softly tap at the tiny erect nub at the top. Wet was an understatement: her nether lips were red and swollen, shiny with the secretions that the flimsy lace was trying to absorb. She rocked her head from side to side, trying to press her hips up towards his fingers.

"Oh, make me cum, Matt! Now" she groaned.

Instead, Matt picked up the camera and stood next to her on the cushion. She looked at him and he gave his fingers a quick suck. "Yes, that is the very look I think we want," he said. "Just keep that up until I finish this roll, and then we shall both have the release we need." He raised the camera as her eyes dropped to his pants, the tent of his erection bulging before her face. Her mouth opened and she leaned towards his crotch. But he leaned back slightly, just enough to keep her hungry mouth out of range. He snapped pictures as he began to talk.

"That's what we want, Jesse. That's what you want, what all the people will want. To see you hungry, lusting. It's in your eyes, your mouth, your tongue. You want to be touched, you want hands on your tits, want fingers in your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes," she panted, trying to lick the air between them and rubbing her thighs together. "I want to be touched. I want to cum."

"You want everyone to see you cum, don't you?" He lowered the camera and looked down at her. "You want people to cum from looking at you, don't you? You're so hot, you can make a man cum just from looking at you. Or a woman. You'd make anyone cum. Did you know that?"

She breathed deeply, her eyes flashing from his face to his crotch, to her own erect nipples. "Yes," she hissed. "I want them all to cum. I want you to cum, just make me cum, please! Please?"

In answer, Matt reached down and slowly unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them onto the floor. He slipped his hand inside his boxers and straightened his cock, raising it from along his leg to push hard against the front of the thin cotton. The tip peeked from under the waistband. He rested a knee on the back of the futon and held one leg of the boxers open, pulling it up until his crotch was bared to her, his scrotum tight over his testicles. She stared with open mouth, her tongue drifting across her lips.

"Now," he said, raising the camera again. "Show me your hunger." He leaned forward until his crotch covered her face, her nose and mouth buried under his balls.

 

[SexyChele]

It seemed with every minute I could feel my clit swell and my juices flowing freely. Matt's cock so close, yet just far enough away, was driving me crazy - and he knew it.

Yet, I didn't care. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, had to cum. And I didn't care if I played the part of a slut to get what I wanted. I jerked at the restraints that held my wrists, wanting to grab what was being held just out of reach of my eager mouth.

As he took off his pants, and bared himself to me, I knew that I had to have this man - nothing else was more important.

And suddenly, my face was buried in his groin. At first shocked, I quickly took advantage of the situation. Arching my back, pulling at the restraints, rubbing my thighs together, I started licking - my tongue seemingly everywhere. I could hear the camera continuing to click, but it no longer mattered.

I began to run my tongue over the length of his shaft, from base to head, in long, hungry strokes. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Reaching around, I covered his entire cock, before dropping lower, to the tightness of his scrotum. Licking his balls, enjoy the taste of his skin, my tongue daring first in front, then in back, I gently took one into my mouth, sucking it. It's spongy firmness felt as heaven in my mouth, as I continued to suck and lick and taste him. Working hard, I managed to suck in the second testicle, filling my mouth to bursting. Rubbing the balls together, licking them, my tongue running over them, my moans of delight filled the room. I could feel Matt pushing towards my eager mouth, hearing my delight in tasting this delicious part of him.

Sliding his scrotum from my mouth, I slowly slid my tongue up the shaft of his cock, until I reached the head. Running my tongue around the head, I encountered the sticky pre-cum accumulated at the tip. Sucking hard, my tongue lapping at it, swallowing and enjoying the taste, I look up at Matt, and directly into the camera. Encouraged, I opened my mouth, and closed my lips around the head of his cock, determined to taste his sweet cream to the delight of his camera.

 

[captainb]

Two Matts were in the room now. One was handling the camera, zooming in and out and using with different settings to capture the scene playing out below him. The other was completely in the throes of lust at the vision of Jesse pleasuring him. He was powerfully erect, a solid rod of flesh hovering over her face as she suckled on his balls. She licked back up, letting her tongue flick at the precum drops before inhaling him into her mouth. Her eyes gazed up at the lens with uninhibited intensity, a sexual dynamo in the frenzy of her heat.

He lowered the camera for a moment and watched her. She smiled at him as best she could around his shaft, her tongue dancing along the skin underneath. He leaned back, his cock popping from her mouth. He grasped it and offered it to her, and she leaned towards it hungrily. With a quick flick the side of his shaft slapped across her cheek. She gasped and opened her mouth wider, trying to catch her bobbing prey. He smacked her with his cock again, then stroked himself and leaned forward, letting her again nestle her mouth in his scrotum. She watched his hand slide up and down as she mouthed his balls, and he felt the first pumps inside himself that signaled the approaching climax.

But not yet. He beat his cock faster and her mouth opened as if to accept his seed. Just before it was too late, he stopped. His cock jerked hard, but the orgasm slowly retreated, leaving just a dribble of lubricant from the tip. This he let her lick off, the swipes of her tongue over his sensitive head making his breath draw in swiftly.

Stepping off the futon, he reached behind it and unhooked the back, letting it lie flat like a bed. He slid the pole back so she was now sprawled flat, her hands still handcuffed above her head. She watched as he opened the file cabinet and removed two strips of satin. Moving back between her legs, he reached up and pulled off the thin panties, virtually useless in their transparency. In response, she spread her long legs wide and he paused to gaze at her revealed pussy, the edges engorged, the labia wet and open. By feel he tied the satin strips to her ankles and bound them to the legs of the futon, all the while looking from her eyes to her breasts to her engorged clit.

He stood and looked at her, licking his lips. She squirmed on the cushions, frustration and a little fear showing in her eyes, but she also looked at his cock, still erect and peeking under the edge of his shirt. He reached into the file drawer again and pulled out a paper bag, then sat next to her. He ran his fingers softly down her throat and between her breasts, cupping one and squeezing upward to the nipple. She moaned again and whispered, "I want to cum. Make me cum, please..."

He opened the bag and reached in, pulling out two clothes pins. Her eyes widened and she breathed deeply, then gave a short cry as he slowly attached them to each of her thickly erect nipples. She panted as the initial pain passed and she warmed to the sensation. He leaned and flicked his tongue over the tips of her nipples that poked from the end of the pins, her flesh red from the pressure. "I've got something else for you," he said with a smile and pulled the last item out of the bag. She stared open-mouthed at the long black dildo in his hands, her hips rotating as she tried to rub her thighs together.

 

[SexyChele]

The sting in my nipples gently decreased to a pleasant throb as Matt's tongue licked the engorged, swollen, and tender nipples. Squirming, pulling at the cuffs, my eyes never leaving the intoxicating sight of his stiff member, the sound of my voice pleading with him for release.

At the sight of the dildo - the longest one I had ever seen - my pussy began to tingle with anticipation. Trying to rub my thighs together, I felt the silk around my ankles holding my legs securely apart. Pulling on the cuffs, writhing against the cushions, I could only look at him pleadingly with my eyes.

"Please, please Matt. The teasing, please, I can't take anymore," I heard myself whimper.

My pleas were met with a lifted eyebrow and a grin. Looking down at his swollen cock, I knew he had to aching almost as much as I. He had almost cum, didn't he? How could he keep us both so close to the edge? Yet, now I could not rub my thighs together, and I didn't even have panties that could off any friction for my tender, eager clit.

"Matt, please don't tease me anymore - please!"

Taking the dildo, he began to rub it against my cheek and then along my jaw. As he neared my mouth, I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, sucking on the cool plastic as though it were truly a cock. Smiling at my eagerness, Matt began to move the dildo in and out of my mouth, slowly and with even strokes. Moaning at the idea that this toy would soon be stroking the inside walls of my pussy, I began to suck harder. Slowly Matt inserted the dildo deeper and deeper, watching it disappear in my mouth. When it hit the back of my throat, I began to gag, and Matt laughed softly as he gently released some of the pressure.

"That's it, Jesse, take it all for me. Show me how much you can swallow."

Looking up at him, I do my best to relax my throat muscles and alllow him to push the dildo ever more deeply. I hold back the gagging reflex, and feel the head of the dildo enter the back of my throat. Grinning, Matt reached down and quickly flicked first one and then the other clothespins, sendng white hot shots of pleasurable pain through my breasts and into my body. Unable to control myself, I muffled a scream around the dildo in my throat, as my body tensed from the pain.

Withdrawing the dildo, Matt slid the toy down my neck and slowly made circles around each nipple. Watching, fascinated, I moaned with delight, trying to make my body relax. Obviously the teasing was to continue.

Tracing a trail between my breasts and down my stomach, I caught my breath as Matt circled my navel, the ticklish feel surprising me. Suddenly the shot of pain as once again the clothespins are gently flicked.

As the dildo is traced lower, across my mons, Matt traces a path along the top of first one thigh and then the other. Gently, almost as a whisper, he brushes the dildo over my swollen labia. Pulling against the restraints, I try to raise my hips to meet the dildo. Matt suddenly flicks the clothespins once more, eliciting a scream of pleasure from my lips as I force my body back onto the cushions.

"Do you want this, Jesse? Do want this toy deep in your pussy? All you have to do is tell me. Beg for it, Jesse, tell me how much you want it."

Beyond caring, consumed only with the thought of release, only wanting to cum, I look up into Matt's eyes.

"Please, Matt, fuck me with that dildo. Make me cum, please, Matt! Oh, please, don't tease me any more! Make me cum, Matt, please!!"

Before I had finished, Matt plunged the dildo deep into my wet, swollen pussy. A gasp escaped my lips at the feeling, and I pulled against my restraints. As he moved the dildo in me, Matt leaned over and once again began licking my nipples - red and swollen. Giving myself over entirely, I arched my back to receive him, while started to buck my hips to receive his assault.

"And Jesse? Don't think I will let you cum with a toy in that pussy of yours. No. That is for me."

 

[captainb]

Jesse arched her hips as she received the length of the thick black phallus. Matt's erection throbbed and he licked suddenly dry lips as he watched her vagina expand around the latex girth. He had expected some resistance from its size, but she was so wet, so open that she literally sucked the dildo inside her pussy. She gasped, her eyes focused somewhere else, as his fingers touched her spread labia, nearly the full length of the dildo buried inside her. He slowly pulled it out, its smooth surface glistening with her lust. Again he pushed it in and she whimpered and pushed back, pulling ineffectually at the restraints.

He flicked again at one clothespin and she cried out. Pinching the end where it clasped over the tip of one nipple, he pulled it towards him, the areola stretching behind. She gazed helplessly at it as his other hand continued its slow latex fucking. His tongue flashed out to lick along the sides of her stretched nipple, flicking at the red tip caught in its pincer. She began to groan and her hips started a more rhythmic beat.

He stopped all movement and let the clothespin go with a snap. She focused on his face looming close to hers and whispered, "Please, make me cum..."

He shook his head with a small smile. "Don't think I will let you cum with a toy in that pussy of yours," he said. "No. That's for me. Look." He motioned down and her eyes followed, watching and feeling as he slowly slid the glistening black length out of her body. He held it up between their faces and slowly licked up one side of it, her nectar pooling on his tongue. She stared, her breath coming deeply. "Do you like tasting your pussy?" he whispered. She nodded and stuck her tongue out, pulling against the handcuffs. He held it close to her mouth, but she was just unable to reach it and whimpered desperately. "Ask for it."

"Please, let me lick it," she murmured. "Let me lick my juice, my pussy..." Jesse moaned as the tip of the dildo touched her lips and she licked ravenously around the tip, then opened her mouth as he pushed a few inches of it past her lips. He watched her suck on it like a pacifier, and for a moment she seemed calm with relief. He looked at his cock. A trickle of clear lubricant was slowly working its way from the tip. He swiped it with his finger, then rubbed it on the end of the dildo. He held it next to his cock, letting her see the comparison. He was nowhere near its length but easily matched its thickness. Then he brought it up for her to taste again. She sucked with happy sounds, looking at him from under heavy lidded eyes.

The dildo popped out of her mouth and he gave a twist to each of the clothespins. She cried out again, her chest arching forward as the brief pain surged from her assaulted nipples. He squatted between her spread legs and brought the dildo back down. A snap of his wrist and its length slapped wetly against her gaping pussy. Her head flew back with a cry and he slapped it again, now at her clit, its round bud swollen and exposed under the reddened hood. Her eyes squeezed shut, a glint of tears squeezed under the edges as he smacked her pussy a third time. He looked down as she lay panting, his erection throbbing mere inches from her cunt, its outer lips swollen and red and open in her lust. The cushion underneath was damp with the lubricant that flowed from her pussy and trickled between her ass cheeks.

He breathed deeply and stood. She looked pleadingly at him, her eyes moving from his face to his cock and back. He raised a finger in warning. "Don't move." Then he turned and walked across the room.

In a few minutes he returned. She lay quietly, watching through almost sullen eyes, but curiousity returned as he set a box on the floor. He gazed back at her for a moment, this vision of raw sexuality tied before him, the essence of innocence corrupted. His erection rose again to full height, pushing out from under his shirttail. Her eyes followed his hand as it rose holding a small remote control. He looked up, and she followed his gaze to the blank monitors mounted near the ceiling. With a soft click they sprang to life. Her mouth dropped as she saw herself tied on the couch, splayed open in wanton sexuality.

He reached forward and gently removed each of the clothespins. Her nipples were red and erect. He touched one softly. "Poor thing," he said. "It's all swollen." She smiled uncertainly, still watching the monitors. He reached for a cup in the box and picked up an ice cube. He touched it to her nipple and her eyes closed. The red circle puckered and grew even more impossibly erect, the heat from her melting the ice into cold drops that rolled down the underside of her breast. He kept rubbing the ice over one nipple as she pushed her breast forward, and when the reddened nipple seemed it could never grow harder he suddenly leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth.

Her mouth opened with an inarticulate cry as the warmth of his tongue enveloped her breast. He suckled the cold flesh, rolling it against his teeth, sucking it hard and lashing against it with his tongue as he pressed another ice cube against her other nipple. Then he switched breasts, sucking the fresh cold nipple as the ice returned to the first, its temporary warmth replaced again by frozen water. Jesse's body rocked under him as he feasted on her breasts, his hands squeezing their full softness. She was so firm, so round and ripe under him. He watched her face; she had her eyes on the monitors, watching herself being ravaged. His cock lay against her belly and he felt her wetness against his scrotum. She was trying to hump against him there, and he knew that her orgasm was approaching.

He stopped, squatting again between her thighs. She cried out in frustration and glared at him. He cocked his head. "I saw you watching yourself," he said with a smile. She glanced up. "I know you like it. It's sexy, isn't it? Seeing yourself as you really are, watching your body be touched and tasted... almost like watching someone else, isn't it? Like watching a movie. But you're the star of this one." She licked her lips and spread her legs wider before him, watching on the screen. He leaned over her, his cock taut and hovering over her belly. "Look at her," he whispered. "Look at that slut, that whore on the screen. Look at her opening her cunt for that cock, wanting to be fucked. Isn't she a whore?"

Jesse nodded and softly said, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, she's a whore." She looked at him and licked her lips. "A slut. Fuck me."

He stared at her and softly rolled one nipple between his fingers. Then he pulled it tight as she moaned. He clamped a clothespin again around it and released her with a snap. She gasped as the brief pain surged again, and he repeated the step on her other breast. She groaned and watched the monitor, then looked down as he grabbed her ass and raised it off the couch, her pussy splaying completely open before his pulsing cock. Its tip grazed along the shining flesh of her labia. "Say it," he said.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, then her mouth opened in silent ecstacy as he drove forward, the full length of his erection burying itself inside her in one liquid stroke.

 

[SexyChele]

I was to the point where I had to have this man and had to have him now! When he showed me the monitors, showed myself displayed as a wanton slut, open for any man's desire, a moment of shock coursed through my brain. It was immediately followed by being completely mesmorized by the image displayed - an image of complete wanton lust.

My attention was brought back to Matt, with attention he was paying to my swollen and tender nipples. Each lick, each suck, only increased my desire to cum - and cum hard. Alternately groaning and whimpering, I begged him to let me cum, to let me find release in orgasm.

Instead, he teased me, his words of being a whore, a slut, set my mind to racing and my on fire. Yes, yes, yes - at this moment I was those things, and anything else to achieve the ultimate satisfaction!

When he snapped the clothespin back on the tender nipple, the pain seemed double - and equally welcomed. Looking at him, all I could do was beg -

Over and over, begging him to let me cum. Just how long could he keep me in this state?

And then, almost without warning, I felt his erection slam into me. Not the slow, almost tentative movements of most men. No, he drove his cock into me with a force that would almost equal anger. Crying out at the surprise and the pleasure, I pulled hard against those things restraining me. Wanting to touch him, to wrap my legs around him and pull him even tighter into me. Yes, this is what I wanted to do. And was denied.

Quickly his hips pounded against me, his hands firmly grasping my hips. As his strokes became even, my eyes would close, enjoying the feel of his cock moving within me. Suddenly, the pain in my nipple shot white hot through my body. My eyes wide open, I look up at his grin, my nipple still bouncing from the clothespin that he had flicked. As I watched, he flicked it again, causing me to scream at the pain coursing through my body.

Yet my own body deceived me as I start to move against him. With thighs spread wide, my swollen clit rubbing against his body, I could feel the spasms beginning deep within me. Crying out to cum, he suddenly stopped, and barely moved within me.

"No, not yet. No orgasm for you until I tell you to."

My moans of protest and surprise were greeted with another flicking of the clothespin. Screaming out, yet still moving against him as much as I could, I felt him once again pick up speed. Realizing I needed to hold back, I tried to pull my mind away from what was happening to me. But each time I tried, Matt either flicked the clothespin or lightly smacked my mons, bringing me back clearly to the present. Obviously, I needed to fight off an impending orgasm until he were to tell me otherwise.

I moved quickly against him, trying to encourage him to give the word to me. He grinned down at me, his hands squeezing my waist even more firmly.

"Oh, Matt, please, I beg of you! Let this whore cum now! Please!!"

 

[captainb]

Jesse's cunt enveloped him as his cock sank inside. He was astonished at how wet she was; it was like burying himself in hot jello. A rush of raw lust poured through him and he started to slam himself into her, long full strokes that literally had the tip of his dick leaving her pussy between strokes, her labia gaping open to receive his return thrust. He was overcome with how hot she was, how completely into the scene. Every time he flicked at the clothespin tight around her nipple she cried out in pain, then her mouth set as it washed through her and she took it, let it course through her body, changing the pain into raw pleasure, every nerve on fire with desire.

He felt a rumbling from deep under his spine, a growing signal of impending release. Her tempo had changed too, her breaths deeper and counterthrusts harder. A small cry started to come from her with each stroke, building in intensity. A switch inside him clicked open and he knew he was ready. Calling on all his training, all the tantric classes he thought were just a waste of money, he clamped down hard on his pubococcygeus, that muscle that wrapped deep inside the base of his cock. His orgasm hit, the contractions washed through him as he held still, his cock deep inside her. But he didn't ejaculate and the spasms slowly faded. Jesse was moving against him, trying to keep him pumping to set off her own release. He wiped his forehead and grinned at her. "No, not yet," he said. "No orgasm for you until I tell you to."

"Wha..?" She started to protest and he pulled at a clothespin, causing her to cry out again. He slid his cock slowly out, still fully erect, and let the swollen head slide over her clit. Then he slipped inside her again and picked up speed, watching her breasts rotate as they bounced. Her moans increased again, but she seemed to be trying to control herself. None of that, he thought, and flicked at the clothespins again. He didn't want her to feel in control. Rather, the harder it was for her to keep her orgasm at bay, the more he would like it.

She looked at him from under swollen eyes, her face shiny and wet with sweat. Her hair was drenched and plastered to her face and shoulders, and sweat trickled down her chest and around her breasts. "Matt, please..." she murmured. "Please, I beg of you! Let this whore cum now!" He licked his lips and increased the pace of fucking. Her eyes closed. "Please!! Please, let her cum, let this whore cum, this slut..."

He grunted and pulled completely out of her, straddling his legs around her body as he held his cock before her face again, his hands sliding up and down its shaft. Again, the orgasm boiled up inside and he clamped hard on the PC, holding his cock against her cheek so she could feel the pulses ripping through him. But only a trickle of cum made it to the end and this he wiped along her lips, her eyes wide as she grasped what was happening.

A faint whirr made her look up again. One of the cameras had closed in on her face, the shine of cum reflecting off her lips. She was hardly recognizable as the sweet woman of only a few hours ago. The face on the camera squinted suddenly as he snapped the clothespins off of her reddened nipples.

Matt sipped at his drink, then paused. He crouched and untied Jesse's ankles, picked her up bodily by the waist and flipped her over so she was bent over the couch, her ass able to rest back along her legs. He grabbed a shallow pan out of the box, spread her legs and placed it underneath.

"Piss," he said, and stood off to the side.

She stared at him, then lowered her head, her hair falling over her face. After a moment he heard the stream of water enter the pan. He waited, rubbing his balls absently until she finished. He picked up the pan and carefully set it on a counter, then looked back at her.

Her face was red, and she softly said, "Thank you." He walked back to her and squatted behind her still-spread thighs. His hand touched her ass softly, admiring the shape and feeling its firmness. He raised his hand and brought it sharply down. The crack of his palm made her gasp and left a red handprint clearly visible. Again he smacked her, and again. Then he repeated it to her other ass cheek. She cried out with each hit, her chest flat against the cushion and her butt and pussy totally exposed to him. Matt grabbed a handful of ice and applied it to her reddened cheeks, rubbing the coldness over her ass and then down across her pussy lips. She gasped and pulled forward, but she couldn't get away from the freezing touch. The ice was quickly melting, her own moisture melding and melting with it.

Matt could feel how wet she still was. He was terribly aroused. This multiple orgasm stuff was incredible, all the more delicious since the tables were turned and he was having the orgasms and making her wait for hers. While her wet flesh was still cold from the ice, he threw the cubes away and suddenly plunged his rock-hard shaft back into her cunt. She gasped as his weight pressed her forward, the heat from his cock searing into her frozen walls. He pumped hard for a few moments in a steady rythym and her moans got louder. When he quickly pulled out she nearly screamed in frustration, "Oh god! Please Matt, please let me cum! I can't stand it!"

In answer, he again flipped her over, her legs falling open wide. Her eyes riveted on his cock again, gleaming and trickling clear liquid from the tip. He casually reached in the box again and held up two lengths of thin gold cord with slip knots at each end. He touched one of her nipples and rolled it between his fingers, loving the feel of its stiffness. He took one of the loops and encircled the nipple, pulling carefully until the cord was tight around the erect bit of flesh. She moaned softly, and he repeated the maneuver with the other cord. Then he stood and reached for her hands. The cords pulled her nipples up, and she gasped open-mouthed as he tied the other ends of the cords around her thumbs. His cock hovered near her mouth, and she was able to lick it a couple of times as it bobbed past.

When he finished, she could see and feel what he had done. Every move of her thumbs would pull more on her nipples, the weight of her breasts a counterbalance and keeping them stretched. He zoomed the camera in on her breasts and face as she groaned and twisted her thumbs, trying to stimulate herself. His cock appeared in the image, its length swollen in front of her lips.

"Come on, Jesse," he said. "You little slut. You want to suck my cock?" She nodded and opened her mouth. "Are you my tramp, my slut?"

"Yes, I'm your slut."

"What do you want?" What would a cock-slut like you want?"

"I want your cock," she said. "Give this tramp your cock. Let me suck it, let me be your slut, your whore."

He pushed his cock forward and she inhaled him greedily. He strummed at the cords and she grunted as her mouth worked him over, her tongue lashing over the underside and coating it with saliva. He reached down and smacked her mons sharply and she gasped, her tongue runnning down over his scrotum. Once again, he grabbed his erection and whacked her sharply across either cheek before letting her suck him again.

 

[SexyChele]

I wanted this man. I wanted everything about him. And I wanted him to make me cum.

The torture that he gave my body only served to make him more desirable to me. Wanting to satisfy him, to fulfill his pleasure, to be his slut, his whore.

The smacks to my ass were still tingling as he tied the cord about my tender nipples, sending a whole new rush of pain and pleasure through my body. Seeing my breasts lifted by the cord, stretched tight between my nipples and thumbs, caused the juices to flow freely between my thighs.

His sudden and expected smacks to my swollen clit stung initially, then turned into pleasurable pain, causing me to lift my hips and wanting more. Each time his palm slapped my engorged clit, it hinted at an orgasm to come. Bucking my hips upwards, trying to meet his hand, but he was already aware of my motives. Smiling down at me, the leer unmistakable, as he secured the cord to my nipples.

Sucking his cock into my mouth was my only reward - and even that was denied me, leaving me whimpering and pleading. Admitting to being his whore, his slut, anything to feel his cock once more, and finally, being fed his meat as my reward.

As my tongue darted in and around his erection, his fingers strummed the cord as though he were playing an instrument. Each time his fingers struck the cord, the pain was white hot through my breasts and into my body, blinding me to anything but the feeling in my breasts and the cock in my mouth.

His hand slapping my clit, suddenly made me aware of a part of my body as yet unsatisfied. How long would Matt keep me in this state? Would I never be allowed to cum? If he did allow it, how explosive would it be?

Taking his cock from my mouth, I feel him strike my face with it.

"Slut, suck this and make it good. I think you are thinking too much about this," as he once again smacked my clit hard, "and not enough about this." Striking my face with his cock, I eagerly sought out his cock, sucking it into my mouth once more.

Looking up at him, I see his concentration on my nipples, now swollen around the cord and aching. Striking the cords binding them, the pain is almost unbearable. Moaning loudly against his cock at the pain, the vibrations I make against his cock seems to please him, and he begins to strum the cords as though playing a tune. Moaning continuously against him, I concentrate on trying to make him cum. My lips sucking harder and harder, my tongue dancing over the head of his cock, drawing the length of him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I feel his cock swell within my mouth, and I prepare to receive the sticky sweetness of his cum.

Instead, I see his hand grab the base of cock and apply immense pressure. Feeling his cock spasming in my mouth, I find there is no reward of his cream filling my mouth. Confused, I look up at him, wondering why he has denied me this pleasure as well.

As his face returns to normal, I feel a sharp smack against my clit, as he smiles at the pain.

"No, slut, I'm not yet willing to give you satisfaction. But if you are very good, and do as I say, you will experience pleasure. Will you?"

"Yes, I will."

"What? What did you say?"

"Yes, I will be a very good slut for you."

"Very good."

 

[SexyChele]

I wanted this man. I wanted everything about him. And I wanted him to make me cum.

The torture that he gave my body only served to make him more desirable to me. Wanting to satisfy him, to fulfill his pleasure, to be his slut, his whore.

The smacks to my ass were still tingling as he tied the cord about my tender nipples, sending a whole new rush of pain and pleasure through my body. Seeing my breasts lifted by the cord, stretched tight between my nipples and thumbs, caused the juices to flow freely between my thighs.

His sudden and expected smacks to my swollen clit stung initially, then turned into pleasurable pain, causing me to lift my hips and wanting more. Each time his palm slapped my engorged clit, it hinted at an orgasm to come. Bucking my hips upwards, trying to meet his hand, but he was already aware of my motives. Smiling down at me, the leer unmistakable, as he secured the cord to my nipples.

Sucking his cock into my mouth was my only reward - and even that was denied me, leaving me whimpering and pleading. Admitting to being his whore, his slut, anything to feel his cock once more, and finally, being fed his meat as my reward.

As my tongue darted in and around his erection, his fingers strummed the cord as though he were playing an instrument. Each time his fingers struck the cord, the pain was white hot through my breasts and into my body, blinding me to anything but the feeling in my breasts and the cock in my mouth.

His hand slapping my clit, suddenly made me aware of a part of my body as yet unsatisfied. How long would Matt keep me in this state? Would I never be allowed to cum? If he did allow it, how explosive would it be?

Taking his cock from my mouth, I feel him strike my face with it.

"Slut, suck this and make it good. I think you are thinking too much about this," as he once again smacked my clit hard, "and not enough about this." Striking my face with his cock, I eagerly sought out his cock, sucking it into my mouth once more.

Looking up at him, I see his concentration on my nipples, now swollen around the cord and aching. Striking the cords binding them, the pain is almost unbearable. Moaning loudly against his cock at the pain, the vibrations I make against his cock seems to please him, and he begins to strum the cords as though playing a tune. Moaning continuously against him, I concentrate on trying to make him cum. My lips sucking harder and harder, my tongue dancing over the head of his cock, drawing the length of him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I feel his cock swell within my mouth, and I prepare to receive the sticky sweetness of his cum.

Instead, I see his hand grab the base of cock and apply immense pressure. Feeling his cock spasming in my mouth, I find there is no reward of his cream filling my mouth. Confused, I look up at him, wondering why he has denied me this pleasure as well.

As his face returns to normal, I feel a sharp smack against my clit, as he smiles at the pain.

"No, slut, I'm not yet willing to give you satisfaction. But if you are very good, and do as I say, you will experience pleasure. Will you?"

"Yes, I will."

"What? What did you say?"

"Yes, I will be a very good slut for you."

"Very good."

 

[captainb]

He stood up and slowly walked around Jesse. She was a sight: her body gleamed with sweat, it trickled down from her matted hair over her throat, between her breasts held aloft by the twin cords around her swollen red nipples, over her belly and through the small patch of hair above her shaved labia, the lips loose and engorged with her desire, her clit desperately peeking out from its hood. Her chest rose and fell and her fingers twitched as she fought to balance between exciting herself and obeying Matt.

He fiddled with the remote control and she looked at the monitors on the walls. There were several cameras, she realized, showing different views of her bound figure. One of them zoomed in on her face, her lips and eyes swollen and shiny. Another focused on her breasts, following a tiny trickle of sweat as it slowly moved through the light freckles scattered in her cleavage. A third showed her from belly to thigh, and suddenly Matt's penis appeared as he dropped to his knees between her tied-open legs.

He slowly pulled on one of the cords, watching her bite her lip as the pressure on her tortured nipple increased. He released it with a snap and she closed her eyes and moaned. When she opened them, he was again holding the long black dildo.

"You've been a good girl," he softly said, running the length of the rubber against her wet slit. "For a tramp." He snapped the dildo and it slapped against her pussy, the tip hitting her clit. The sound of her cry made his cock jump. "Maybe I'll let you cum." She silently mouthed Please, then gave a small shriek as he spanked her clit yet again. "Not until I say, understand?"

She nodded. "Understand?" he said again and smacked her abused bud once more. "Yes!" she cried out. "I understand."

He nodded and wiped the trickle of precum from his cock onto his finger, then held it to her mouth. She eagerly sucked, and his cock pulsed as he watched her suckle his digit, her tongue dancing over it like a small cock.

He placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy and pushed. Her legs spread wider as the black length slid into her, her mouth open in silent ecstacy. He pumped it in and out a few times, watching her breathing increase as the latex glistened with her juice. How she was holding off was beyond Matt's understanding, but he was pleased. He'd never been so aroused before, never dreamed that he could do this with a woman before. But Jesse and he had clicked, they had both fallen into a rythym that excited them both. And he didn't know how much longer he could keep his own ultimate orgasm at bay.

With the dildo buried to the hilt in Jesse, he let go of it and reached once more into the box. His hand appeared holding a tube of Probe, and Jesse licked her lips at the sight. He squeezed a generous amount into his palm and worked the slippery lubricant over his cock. A little more on his finger, then it slipped below her pussy and swirled at the pink bud of her ass. Her head lolled back as his finger slipped into her tightest of holes, and he worked it back and forth, soon slipping a second finger in to join it. "You want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked conversationally.

"Yes," she whispered as her hips writhed. "Please fuck me in the ass. Fuck this slut in the ass."

He lubricated his cock once more, then placed the fat head at her lower opening. The tip of the dildo was pointing at his belly out of her pussy, and he slowly pushed into her ass until the shiny purple helmet slipped inside. Her breathing was labored now, but her thumbs were regularly twitching, sending little shocks through her breasts. He slowly stroked in and out, entering her ass inch by inch. She was incredibly tight, he felt like his cock would explode from the pressure. But her ass continued its slow humping against him and he kept a steady slow pumping. When his belly finaly rested against the inside of her upper thighs he stopped moving, his cock buried in her ass and the black dildo buried in her cunt. She slowly opened her eyes, her mouth hanging open. A sly smile crept over her face as she squeezed and it was Matt's turn to gasp as her ass gripped him even tighter. He pulled his cock out slowly, then pushed back as she cried out in ecstacy. Slowly, as she grew used to the size, his speed increased. In a few moments his cock was slipping in and out of her ass with more speed, and she was whimpering with each stroke. He gripped the dildo and swirled it in her pussy as he fucked her ass.

"Do you want to cum?" he panted.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes!"

He leaned over her body as his hips increased their pumping. Her face was near his, her nipples rubbing at his chest as her breasts bounced. He strummed the cords and she began to moan. His head bent, and he swiped his tongue over one hard swollen nipple, letting his tongue slide between her tits, tasting the perspiration between them. He licked a broad swipe up to her shoulders, up the side of her neck and around her ear, then kissed her cheek, finally meeting her lips with his own. They kissed frantically as she continually moaned into his mouth. He grunted, "Now Jesse, my sweet slut. Now you can cum," and he kissed her deeply, his cock a blur as it pounded into her ass.

Jesse responded instantly, crying out into his mouth as her hips bucked hard against his, her instinctual rythym taking over as a wave of orgasm surged through her body. He felt a hot wetness seeping over his cock as her pussy released a stream of fluid, and his own orgasm began to boil deep inside him. He pounded into her again, two, three times, then yanked his cock out and placed a leg next to her, frantically stroking his cock mere inches in front of her face. She was still bucking her hips, her eyes glued to his cock as the tip swelled and the first drops of ejaculate began to stream up the thick length.