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Samantha's First Shoot (FF)
by Philip Harris
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Samantha's First Shoot (FF)
by Philip Harris
Samantha arrived early because she was nervous. This was
her first time doing this. Her stomach felt queasy.
This must be what actors feel like before they first go on
stage, she thought to herself.
She paused outside the photo studio door, asking herself
for the hundredth time since yesterday if she really wanted
to go through with this. There's no turning back after you
open this door, she realized.
Samantha had come here just once before, yesterday. She'd
come to this very same door and told the man who'd answered
that she was applying for the job in the newspaper ad.
Erotic modeling is fun and pays good money, the ad had
promised.
"Hi, I'm Brian, come on in," said the man who answered the
door. He was maybe 15 years older than Samantha, but good
looking. He looked like a model himself.
Probably because he hangs around with models all the time,
and probably he goes to the same hairdressers and
everything, Samantha thought.
"Have you done erotic modeling before?" Brian asked, once
Samantha had entered the studio.
"Uh, no," Samantha answered. She wasn't really nervous
then. Samantha was very pretty, and she knew it. She was
blonde (well, dyed blonde), and had a good figure. Her
breasts were a bit floppy, but her boyfriends had liked
them.
"Let me see some ID," Brian said. Samantha handed him her
driver's license. She was still standing in the hallway,
just inside the closed front door. Brian took her license
into a small office just off the hallway and began to
photocopy it.
"It says that you're 19 Samantha," Brian said over his
shoulder, "Take your clothes off."
"Uh, here?" Samantha asked, looking about the hall.
Besides the office where Brian was standing, there was
another doorway open just a few feet farther along the
hall. Samantha thought she could hear somebody in that
room, plus the hall ended in an upward stairway, and plus
someone might open the front door and walk in at any
moment.
"Right here, Samantha," Brian said, smirking as he came
back into the hallway and handed her license back to her.
Samantha took her license and put it away in her purse,
then placing her purse on the floor she reached up to
unbutton her blouse, but then decided suddenly to take off
her shoes first; then she unbuttoned her blouse.
She undressed with Brian watching from less than two yards
away. It reminded her of the time when she was 13 years
old and some mean boys made her strip for them in the
woods.
First Samantha took off her translucent white blouse, and
then her blue jean pants. She looked at Brian, who nodded,
and then she took off her lacy white bra and thong panties
too.
Brian walked around her three times, while Samantha stared
ahead into his cluttered office. The office windows had
Venetian blinds that were partly closed. Samantha could
see cars driving by in the street outside, but probably
nobody could look in to see her.
"Erotic modeling isn't just posing in the nude, Samantha,
it involves real sex acts. Are you prepared to do that?"
Brian asked.
"Uh, yeah," Samantha said.
"How many boyfriends have you had Samantha?"
"Um, four--well, five," Samantha answered. "Well, if you
mean how many boys have I had sex with, it's, um, eight."
Brian stood before her now. He reached out with his right
hand and fondled Samantha's left breast, lifting it,
weighing its sag. His thumb caressed her nipple, and
traced her smallish pink areola.
"Does it bother you to be touched?" he asked.
"No," Samantha said. It didn't really bother her. She
felt her knees trembling with embarrassment, but she also
felt sexy and turned on.
"The job pays $150 an hour," Brian said, "for four hours of
work each time." He was feeling Samantha's other nipple
now too, with his other hand.
"But that depends upon sexual performance," he continued.
"If you are satisfactory then you get paid the $150. If
you don't perform well then you'll get much less."
"What do I have to do?" Samantha asked.
"Everything," Brian answered. "You have to spread your
pussy for the camera; you have to fuck; you have to give
blow jobs; you have to drink cum; you have to get cum on
you; you have to play with sex toys; you have to have sex
with other women; you have to have sex with several people;
you have to be tied up; you have to accept anal
penetration; you have to accept things inside your vagina;
you have to do everything."
He'd stopped playing with Samantha's tits when she asked
her question, but when he said, "you have to do
everything," he reached out and started twisting her right
nipple again. Both of Samantha's nipples were erect now.
"Are you easily aroused? Do you get wet?" he asked
Samantha.
Instead of waiting for her to answer he reached between her
legs with three fingers. She spread her legs apart as he
felt her. He rubbed her for less than a minute, and when
he took his hand back he looked at his fingertips and
rubbed her juiciness between them.
"Brian, we're ready you," a male voice called from the room
down the hall.
"You get paid in cash at the end of each shoot," Brian told
Samantha, as he stooped to pick up her pile of clothes from
the floor and hand them to her. "Be here at 9 o'clock
tomorrow morning for your first paid session."
"Don't wear any underwear when you dress tomorrow morning,"
he added as he walked down the hall to the other room, "we
don't want to have to wait for underwear marks to fade from
your skin."
He didn't even ask if I want the job, Samantha realized as
she dressed herself. He must have been able to tell I'd do
it when he felt me.
Samantha masturbated in her bedroom three times that night.
Thinking about her audition and about what she would be
expected to do the next day made her too excited to get to
sleep without some relief.
"I've got another job interview," Samantha told her mother
in the morning as she left her parents' house. Now it was
later that same morning and she was again outside the photo
studio. She took a deep breath as she reached for the
doorbell. The deep breath made her feel suddenly
vulnerable because it reminded her that she wasn't wearing
a bra.
"Good morning, Samantha," Brian said warmly when he opened
the door. "Are you ready for your first professional photo
shoot?"
"Uh, I think I'm ready," Samantha said. She was much more
nervous this morning than she had been yesterday.
Yesterday she'd thought that the audition might involve
having sex with a stranger, but today she was absolutely
sure that she'd have to do that. She was going to be
introduced to a stranger, and then right away she'd have to
let him fuck her.
Is he going to be a good-looking model with a big cock, she
wondered?
Brian led her down the hallway and into the room that she
hadn't seen before. Samantha uttered a very quiet, almost
giggly "hi" when she was introduced to Kenny, a skinny,
dark-haired kid about her own age, but then she realized
that he'd been introduced as Brian's assistant. Kenny
wouldn't be the guy who Samantha would have sex with, she
realized.
"The changing room is back there," Brian said, pointing to
a doorway with a bead curtain. "You can wear one of the
bathrobes that you find on the hooks, until we're ready to
get started."
Evidently there was no paperwork to fill out for this job,
Samantha observed. She got up the courage to ask a
question she'd been wondering about:
"Brian, uh, what about safe sex? I mean, will the guy be
wearing a condom?"
"No condoms here," Brian said, as if the question were
silly, "and today no guys. You'll be doing it with another
new girl this morning."
"Oh," Samantha said quietly. She'd never had sex with a
girl. She'd never been tempted by that. When she'd
masturbated last night she'd been thinking about guys with
dripping, erect cocks standing in line to fuck her.
Then she remembered that her pay would be based upon
performance. Was she going to be able to earn the money
with another girl?
The other girl's was named Terri. Samantha was already
stripped of her clothes and sitting around in a white
bathrobe when Terri arrived.
Terri had black hair, and looked to be Samantha's age or
just a little older. Brian had said that Terri was a new
girl, but she didn't look nervous or frightened at all.
Brian introduced her briefly, then she quickly walked into
the changing room, and before Samantha could get up the
courage to follow her and talk with her, Terri was out
again, wearing only a blue bathrobe.
Terri was shorter than Samantha, heavier but not fat; her
breasts were bigger and firmer. Terri's face was pretty,
but Samantha thought that her own face was prettier.
Kenny picked up a big light reflector. Brian, standing
behind a camera on a tripod, asked Samantha and Terri, "Who
wants to be first on top?"
Samantha looked at Terri, whose eyes were friendly but
seemed to say, Me on top!
"I've, uh, never had sex with a girl," Samantha confessed.
She was speaking to Brian, but looking at Terri.
"Ooh, goody!" Terri said.
"Well then you'll start on the bottom, and learn your way
up," Brian said with a laugh. Kenny was grinning too.
Brian waved his hand toward a bed surrounded by photography
lights. The backdrop was painted to make it seem as if the
bed was beside a rustic window overlooking a snowy valley.
There was a winter comforter pulled down to the foot of the
bed, bathed in the flickering orange glow of an electric
fireplace. Huge pillows crowded the head of the bed.
Samantha took off her bathrobe and placed it on the canvas
chair where she'd been sitting. She started to step out of
the sandals she'd been told to wear, but Brian told her to
keep them on until she was ready to climb into the bed, so
that her feet would stay clean. After Samantha got into
the bed Kenny darted forward and took the sandals out of
the shot.
Samantha arranged herself in bed as directed by Brian. She
reclined with her body turned very slightly toward the
camera. Her left leg dangled just a little bit off the
bed, opening her legs in a view that was not directly
toward the lens. Brian made her twist her body carefully.
So that's why he felt my breasts so much yesterday,
Samantha realized, he wanted a girl with floppy tits for
this pose. He posed her so that her left breast hung off
her chest slightly more than her right breast did.
Brian walked back and forth between the bed and the camera
several times, positioning Samantha and then looking at her
through the camera lens. He spread her hair carefully on
the pillows.
"I want you to have good sex," he told Samantha when he was
finished, "but I don't want you to move from this position.
I want you just like this when you cum."
He used the tripod camera to take a few pictures of just
Samantha in bed alone, and then he told Terri to get into
the bed too.
He positioned Terri just as carefully. She was posed with
her hands on Samantha's thighs, her large breasts hanging
down, her body weight spreading Samantha's legs outward
although Samantha was not allowed to move them. Terri's
long, black hair was pinned back with bobby pins so that it
wouldn't fall across the side of her face that was toward
the camera.
The posing seemed to take a long while, although there was
no clock visible that Samantha could check.
"Okay, now we're ready," Brian said at last. "Do her
slowly," Brian told Terri just before he stepped back to
his camera. He pronounced the word slowly with extra
emphasis.
"OH! Oh!" Samantha gasped almost immediately. Terri
certainly had experience. She used only her tongue at
first.
"That's good!" Brian said to Samantha. "Enjoy it! Love
it! Let yourself want to cum."
Samantha tried to relax, but a small reluctance inside of
her fought the idea of having sex with another woman. She
was also nervous about having sex while Brian and Kenny
watched.
Brian seemed to understand. "Just relax into it Samantha.
She's making love to you, and a good girl always comes when
it's expected of her."
"Besides, it's your job now," Brian added. "Orgasming is
part of your job. Just be a good girl and let yourself
want to cum."
Brian and Kenny both moved about the room very quickly.
Brian had picked up a hand-held camera and was taking
photos from all angles.
Orgasming is part of my job, Samantha repeated to herself,
and soon sexual feelings began taking over her.
At first Brian took lots of close-ups of Terri's face as
she tongued Samantha's pussy, but as Samantha gave into her
arousal he began taking more pictures of Samantha's face.
"Open your mouth," he told her, "and close your eyes." He
crouched down to photograph her face through the frame of
her breasts.
"You are beautiful Samantha," he said. "Show me with your
face that you want to feel climax."
"Very slowly, Terri," Brian said, moving to photograph
Terri again. "Leave your tongue just there. Leave it
there," he repeated as he repositioned himself for another
picture.
"Okay, now deep inside her," he coached, "take her to the
edge."
"Samantha, put your arm back where it was," Brian said
sharply when she started to sex-wriggle. "Grab the sheet
in your fist. Twist it. Let me hear you moan. Moan
loudly to tell Terri that she's doing a good job."
"Don't cum yet Samantha," Brian called out after Terri had
been stimulating Samantha for a long while. "Don't cum. I
want you to need it. I want to see in your face that you
need it really badly."
Samantha felt almost in tears. She really did need to cum
very badly. She wanted to reach down by Terri's mouth and
finish herself quickly.
"Give her a little rest Terri," Brian instructed.
Instantly Terri switched to licking Samantha's thigh,
cleaning her of herself.
"Ahh," Samantha screamed in frustration. Her hips jerked
involuntarily for a moment.
Brian stopped taking pictures for a moment and bent to
whisper some instructions into Terri's ear. She changed
position, kneeling over Samantha's loins, straddling her.
Terri started masturbating between her own legs with her
fingers, pressing her pussy down toward Samantha's until
Samantha felt the back of Terri's fingers brush near her
own clit. She arched her hips to feel the fingers more.
"Don't do it Samantha," Brian said, snapping pictures
furiously, "just want it! I want to see sexual anguish on
your face."
"Oh that's good Samantha!" Brian continued. He stood so
that he could snap pictures of the view between her legs.
"I can see juice flowing from you. You're lovely."
And moving again so that he could photograph both Samantha
and Terri together he said, "Scream Samantha. Scream about
how badly you want to cum."
Samantha screamed in a long, drawn-out and genuine
"Aaahhhh!" Unable to behave herself now, she humped her
pelvis upward, trying to touch her clit to the back of
Terri's quickly-stroking hand.
Terri reached down with her other hand and twisted
Samantha's right nipple reproachfully, quieting her.
Samantha looked up to see Terri's own breasts bouncing
above her. Terri's nipples danced in and out of view with
each bounce, and her smile as she looked down in Samantha's
eyes seemed absolutely wicked.
"Kenny, get the medium toy," Brian said. Kenny brought
something to Brian, who handed it to Terri, and said, "Give
it to Samantha."
Samantha felt a dildo being pressed into her hand.
"Okay Samantha," Brian said, "use two hands; dildo yourself
with your left hand and frig your pussy with your right-
hand fingers. Terri, ride her face."
Terri got off Samantha's loins. Instantly Samantha turned
the dildo on and used it inside her. She came right away.
"I missed it, you'll have to cum again," Brian said, "this
time use your fingers too." He didn't let Samantha stop or
pause.
Samantha's fingertips had just reached her clit when
suddenly Terri squatted over her face and covered
Samantha's mouth her with pussy. Samantha had never done
oral service on a woman before, and she hesitated
uncertainly.
"Keep playing with yourself Samantha," Brian called.
"You're doing great! Don't let me down."
As Samantha masturbated she felt Terri's hips grinding on
her face.
"Inside me," she thought she heard Terri say.
Samantha opened her mouth and probed with her tongue,
finding Terri's entrance, but Samantha was too timid to
enter.
Samantha tits stung. It took her a moment to realize that
Terri was slapping her on her breasts--slapping hard right
across the nipples.
"Make love to my pussy," Terri said. Her voice was bossy
and commanding.
Samantha felt her left breast in one of Terri's hands,
while Terri's other hand spanked right on the nipple, as if
she were spanking a bad child's bottom. "Fuck me," Terri
shouted, and she began spanking Samantha's right nipple.
Ouch! She slapped across both of Samantha's breasts again.
"Make me cum on your face," Terri insisted. Terri was
thrusting her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy into
Samantha's mouth until she found a position that gave her
pleasure.
"Keep dildoing yourself," Samantha heard Brian say,
although she could no longer see him. "Give pleasure to
Terri, but keep doing yourself too because I want you to
cum when she does."
Samantha tongued Terri as best she could, realizing however
that she wasn't nearly as skillful as Terri had been with
her. It was hard for Samantha to keep masturbating at the
same time. She wanted to cum again, but it was hard to
stay focused on herself and on Terri at the same time.
Whenever Samantha focused on her own pleasure her tits
stung again as Terri slapped them in reminder.
Terri made little sex squeals that reminded Samantha of a
yapping dog. Vague shadows streaked about the room as
Kenny and Brian moved to take pictures. Suddenly Terri
grabbed both of Samantha's nipples and twisted them hard,
pulling them upward too, and then Terri's body shuddered
and her pussy exploded wetly into Samantha's mouth.
Samantha was surprised by the amount of Terri's juiciness,
and by her own puzzling satisfaction at winning a climax
from her.
Immediately Samantha felt the dildo taken out of her hand,
and then she felt her hands being brushed away as Terri
leaned forward and took over Samantha's masturbation,
bringing Samantha to an instant and slightly numbing
vibrator-on-clit orgasm as Terri's hips continued to quiver
and gush over Samantha's face.
"Very good girls!" Brian said, as Terri got off of
Samantha. "Terri, you're a natural, and I like the way you
handled Samantha. Samantha, I love your tits and the way
you cum. I'm going to give both of you lots of modeling
work."
"Are you okay?" Terri asked Samantha as she looked down
upon her. Terri was now crouched over Samantha on all
fours, her head turned to face Samantha's.
"Yeah," Samantha said almost inaudibly, but nodding her
head. She was rubbing her sore nipples absently. The
experience had been fantastic for her, and left her in
sexual bliss.
"You were very good for a first time," Terri said.
Samantha realized that Terri was just being polite.
"That's it for the hour, girls," Brian said. "Go freshen
up, but don't get your hair wet. Please be back out here
at 10 o'clock. We're going to do that exact thing over
again for some more angles."
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