Perverts 'R' Us

Fly On The Wall

By Philthy ( M/g, pedo, porn, cons )

Ever see one of the many child modeling websites? You know, the ones that feature eight to ten-year-old girls posed in all manner of clothing, frequently skimpy bathing suits or underwear. You pay your thirty bucks a month or so to look at a couple dozen new photos every week or two of the girl posed in a variety of suggestive ways. They walk that fine line between what is legal and what is considered to be kiddy porn. Sometimes they cross it. I have a favorite such website I subscribe to.

The girl featured has a professional name that obviously isn't her actual name, but that is to be expected in this business. She appears to be about ten, blonde hair and bluish gray eyes. She stares the camera down, one of the hallmarks of her portfolios. She doesn't appear to be one of these skinny malnourished Russian kids taken straight from the orphanage and photographed in some clearing in the woods so the orphanage can make some much needed cash to feed its charges. This girl appears to be quite healthy well-fed and groomed, and judging from the construction of the house she appears in and the style of furnishings, she is American. Several sets are taken with her draped all over this Harley-Davidson motorcycle with the license plate removed. Judging from the vegetation in the outdoor sets she is from a region with a year-round warm climate.

This particular model is my favorite of the many out there to choose from. She likes to pose in panty hose and to flash skimpy panties out from under dresses. Her outdoor sets are usually in some sort of skimpy bathing suit. Week after week I look forward to the day a new set appears in her portfolio. When the day of the week arrives, the first thing I do when arriving home is to log on to her site to see what new way she and her photographer have found to make me hard.

There is a forum as well and on occasion the model herself will post something, either a comment or often a reply to some member's earlier posting. She can be humorous and occasionally biting. Then one week she announced a contest. Every two weeks there would be a drawing and the winner would be offered a chance to sit in on one of her photo shoots.

I cannot tell you the number of times I wished I could be a fly on the wall during one of those sessions. Now here she was offering us the chance of a lifetime really to see her in person modeling. I have to imagine the response came close to crashing the site although no mention was made. You filled out a dialog box with your info and clicked "submit". That was it. Then the wait began. Week after week the contest went on, reapplying every two weeks as per the contest rules. Winners could not reapply for one year. Was this really going to last that long? One could only hope! Every two weeks the winner was announced using their on-line identity rather than actual names. One condition was that the winner was sworn to secrecy afterward and that if anyone violated this rule the contest was over forever. Lots of forum members asked questions but none of the winners spilled the beans about what went on during the shoot.

After three months of applying every two weeks I was notified in an e-mail that I had won the opportunity to watch her model. It turned out she lived a half day's drive from where I lived. Apparently some of the winners lived much too far away to make the trip and alternates had to be found among the contestants. In my case I was an alternate for a forum member who lived in Canada and couldn't swing the visit. His loss.

None of knew before hand where the object of our desire lived so we had no way to know if we could make the trip until being told where the shoot would be conducted. The photographer and I then corresponded by e-mail including a request I found unusual, for a digital image of me. With the date of the event set, I had to go to bed and wank. I was almost light-headed in anticipation. I would see her in person in one week.

I drove to my model's city the afternoon before, since my firm gives us every other Friday off and the photo shoot (on a Saturday) happened to coincide with my long weekend. I found a motel, checked in and had a light meal. I went to bed early anticipating correctly I would have trouble sleeping. I didn't want to be bleary-eyed and half asleep for this! Morning came after an interminably long night of tossing and turning.

I dressed nice but casual (polo, quality pleated wool slacks, and new boat shoes) and had the motel's free breakfast. I was so excited it was all I could do to keep my hands away from my pecker. Charged with calories and caffeine I was ready for my big day. Nobody could see me rub myself as I drove.

The house was in an upscale residential area that was recently built. I parked in the driveway, got out and rang the door bell. An adult male answered the door with the digital photo I had given him. Then he asked to see my driver's license to compare my name and photo with the photo I had previously e-mailed and with his records of who was subscribing to the website. He reiterated the rules of secrecy and made me promise not to reveal anything I saw or heard while here, nor could I ever even hint at the location. Fair enough.

With this detail out of the way he identified himself as a professional photographer hired by her mother. The father had divorced her and this was her second income. Fair enough. I was escorted to a bedroom that was set up as a den with a computer on a big wooden desk and some office chairs. There were a few filing cabinets as well. The photographer had already set up his lighting and his camera was ready on a tripod. He asked me to sit on a stool in a corner. Steam was coming up from under the open collar of my polo. This was it, baby, finally I would see her in person. With luck I might see quite a bit of her.

She walked in wearing a red and black plaid school girl skirt and a sheer white blouse with puff sleeves left un-tucked over her dress. Underneath the blouse was a white camisole, obviating the need for a training bra. We were introduced and she offered me her hand. I took it gently and we shook. She was radiant with her natural blonde hair parted in the middle and tied in pony tails, one on each side of her head. A pair of wild strands of her hair missed being tied back and hung seductively to each side of her forehead and down to her cheeks. She wore light pink glossy lipstick that, to me, hinted at what one might find if one were permitted to view her other more private lips.

She asked me my name, told me her real name (sorry, sworn to secrecy), and said she was ten. I told her this was a dream come true for me and that I loved her website. She told me she often laughed at some of my posts on the forum. Her eyes were twinkling and she was smiling in a way seldom seen in her on-line photos. With that she and the photographer got down to business.

The first shoot would be of her at the computer doing "homework". As the shoot progressed, she was showing more and more leg as she moved in the chair. Eventually the photographer had her move the keyboard aside and sit on the desk in front of the computer screen. Then she did something that electrified me. She opened her legs and gave us a very nice panty shot. She had on nice white nylon panties. The crotch padding and leg elastic were in full view. The material hinted at the form of her mound. First she showed us her panties straight up between her legs. Then she sat along the length of the desk, her right side to us and lifted her right leg so her knee was practically in her chest and lifted her right butt cheek off the desk top. This gave a spectacular view of the length of her panty crotch and the form of her outer labia. Because of her leg musculature there was a nice gap in one area between the tightly-stretched panty elastic and her form, giving the viewer a very limited view of the side of a labia.

I almost couldn't sit; my head was swimming, my balance failing quickly. I had to hang on the underside of the stool to keep from falling off. Nothing in a photo gallery comes close to how hot she looked in person showing her tender flesh. After many dozen hot photos were shot, the photographer declared himself satisfied with that shoot and dismissed our young model to change for the photos of the next gallery. She walked directly over to me, lifted the front of her dress all the way up and said, "You like looking at my panties, don'tcha?" She giggled as she said this and lingered in front of me with her dress pulled up. Aside from the double material on the crotch, her panties were almost sheer and the very top of her slit was almost visible above it. Then she ran off laughing to change. Whew!

The photographer asked how I liked that and I told him I was speechless. He had an evil grin and told me how lucky he felt to be able to do this week after week. I had to agree, talk about a dream job. Then he told me sometimes it was all he could do to concentrate and not rub the front of his trousers as he "worked", and that more often than not he worked through a raging hardon. One can only imagine! All I could come up with was that she was certainly as hot in person. The photographer just nodded silently.

For the next shoot we moved his lighting equipment to the living room. He didn't tell me this deal included labor. When our lovely model came out she was wearing a shimmering cami top with double spaghetti straps on each shoulder, a black satin skirt that ended just above the knees, heels and dark high quality nylons. He photographed her in a variety of poses on the couch and curled up on a sheep skin on the floor as if watching TV. Several of the photos were posed so the dress rose up perilously close to revealing private parts, both front and back. A couple looked right down the cami top with the material deliberately placed so only the nipple was hidden, but the shape of her buds plenty apparent as the view was shot from above down her top.

One that made me fucking hot was when she sat on the coffee table and pulled both of her legs up to her chin. The material of the dress fell away, allowing you to see clearly the underside of her thighs and the beginnings of her butt. The photographer couldn't capture this image for the public, but from the angle I sat at off to the side I could clearly see her naked lips squeezed between her legs. She didn't have panties on under that dress. After those photos she seemed to make of point of getting up off the table in a way that spread her legs wide and held her dress up to give me a clear view of her almost naked vulva. Only the sheerest panty hose fabric covered her, these were the seamless Italian pantyhose. No toe or panty seam, no toe or crotch reinforcement, just utterly see through fabric. This girl was a slut!

After getting up she surprised me by removing the dress. All she had on were those ultra-sheer pantyhose and the cami top which came down far enough to cover the elastic at the top of the pantyhose. I only caught her in profile partially dressed (or undressed) like that before she plopped on the couch with her legs curled up. The next several photos were of her on the couch in poses that just barely hid the tender bits. It was both incredibly hot and artful. The cami top was lavender against the dark brown hose and her platinum blonde hair and shiny wet pink lipstick. My boner was bent over in my trousers uncomfortably and I didn't dare adjust it. When that set was done she got up from the couch, picked her dress up off the floor and walked directly over to me. She stood before me, her near naked little camel hoof directly in front of my eyes and smiling sweetly said, "did ya like those?" She ran her hand through my hair, turned and walked off down the hall. I nearly passed out! The photographer followed directly behind her, leaving me to my thoughts.

When they returned the girl was in lace panties and a sheer camisole top. She sat on the couch opposite me and the photographer walked directly up to me. He invited me to sit on the couch next to her. I still cannot understand how my legs were able to function at that moment. I know I had to be shaking and sweating. I was being asked to sit on the same couch with this half naked angel I had secretly lusted after for the last two years. I sat down on the couch and she scooched over next to me and took my hand in hers. Then the photographer began.

"We've been looking for someone to pose with her" he began. "The regular modeling pays good, but special requests are where the real money is. You would be surprised at what our members ask of us in the way of custom shoots. They send all sorts of sexy little outfits for her to wear and we always like to make our customers happy. We get requests for nude shoots for which we charge well in excess of a hundred bucks each for ten photos. We even get requests for photos of her having sex and offers of four-figure pay outs if we come through.

"We have talked about doing some of these but didn't know where to find a guy to appear with her. She came up with the idea of this contest, but while the guy was watching here being photographed she was considering whether she wanted to have sex with the guy. Most of the guys were pretty old and fat. One guy was fit and looked promising but almost ran out the door when we asked if he would be interested in doing kiddy porn. She tells me she likes you, thinks you are hot and would like you to pose with her. What do you say?"

I imagine I looked pretty stupid sitting there speechless. We were still holding hands and I looked down at her.

"Please, will ya?" she implored me as she cuddled up to me close.

"Yes." Somehow the word just came out. No other part of my body or mind was functioning at that moment that I was aware of but I croaked out a "yes." With that she tightened her grip on my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"C'mon, let's get you undressed," and with that she got up from the couch and led me off to her room. The photographer told us he would be along in a few minutes with the lighting and camera. I was about to be left alone with this blonde ten-year-old cream dream of a child, and get utterly naked with her. That there would be photographs of me having sex with her was of no consequence at all. I wanted to be inside her and that was all I cared about. The photographer told me to keep my clothes on for a while, he wanted me clothed at the beginning of the shoot.

Once in her room we sat on her bed arm in arm. I laid back and pulled her face to mine where we kissed for the first time. I lay flat on the bed with my legs over the edge and she was on her side to my left facing me. I certainly didn't expect a ten-year-old to put her tongue in my mouth on the first kiss, but there it was in all its wet flicking glory. I rolled my torso a bit to the side to face her and ran my hands down her baby smooth abdomen. She had such a nice form, neither fat nor thin, and not hard like more athletic girls. Some girls are the Sports Model, all hard muscles and rippled abs, but she was what I call the Luxury Model, soft and smooth and curvy.

By now the photographer was in her room setting up but we never even looked up. I put my hand up under the camisole and found her nips erect. No boobs to speak of, but still her nips were nice and hard. I played with them for a while, running the tip of my forefinger across the tip ever so lightly in a circular pattern. Finally the photographer interrupted the fun. We had work to do!

The first pose would be of us sitting on the bed kissing with my hand up under her camisole top. Simple enough, we just practiced that to perfection. Then he had me rub the crotch of her panties as we kissed. The next pose involved me lying on the bed on my right side with her sitting on the floor directly below me. But as we arose from the bed he wanted us first to stand facing each other and for me to feel her up from the front as we kissed. I had to bend over to do this. The sheer fabric covering her mound was fabulous, and I could feel the outline of her labia through the fabric.

After that distraction I lay down as told on my right side. I was to hold her head with my left hand (laying on my right side the left arm was on top) and kiss her, she would have to turn her head to me to do this, and with my right hand feel her up under those lace panties. She was sitting on the floor with her legs together stretched straight our as we kissed. I ran my hand down that soft tummy of hers and let my fingers continue south under the elastic of her panties. When my fingers found the junction of her closed legs and the top of her mound, she slowly began to open her legs.

My boner was harder than it had ever been.

As her legs drew apart I kept my fingers moving lower and lower. My fingertips could now feel the protruding tip of her nubbin and as her legs opened wide I encountered a pair of straight inner lips; they were well lubricated too. One stroke of my middle finger and I was in knuckle deep. I ran my finger tip up and down her oily groove under her thin panties as we kissed. She broke the kiss for a moment when my finger circled the entrance to her vagina and stared at me with a look of wonderment. Then her eyes again closed and she raised her open mouth to meet mine again.

That circling finger made exactly one more orbit before slipping into her now dilated opening. The resulting photos clearly show the outline of my hand under the fabric, there is no doubt where my finger was. The tips of my other fingers were visible, protruding from the edges of her panty-leg elastic. The middle finger was obviously curled inside her. I don't know if the photographer was shooting photos the whole time or not, but we spent several minutes like that with my finger working her hole its full length. He could have been wanking himself and we wouldn't have noticed. An aroma not unlike a ripe fig began to fill the room.

Eventually the photographer told me it was time to take our clothes off. This was accomplished in mere seconds in a frenzy of moving limbs and flying clothes. At long last I was naked with this blonde angel.

"Go ahead and lie on the bed again and finger her pussy," said the photographer. So we did.

I sat up at the head of the bed and leaned back against the pile of pillows she had and she leaned against my chest between my open legs. The bare skin of her back felt warm and smooth against my aching, stiff prick. I reached between her legs with my right hand and slipped two fingers into her hole this time. I finger-fucked her noisily. She laughed at the sound and I told her she felt amazing. She smiled and closed her eyes for a long kiss as I fingered her with my middle and index fingers. I could have spent the day that way but the photographer needed another pose.

This would at long last be the moment. She got up and had me slide down the bed a little until I was comfortably reclined. She straddled my mid-section, put her left hand on my shoulder and gently grasped my cock. Having never felt a man's cock before, she asked for some time to touch it. So she lay alongside me and ran her little ten-year-old hand up and down my shaft. I had to tell her not to be too long doing that or I would blow before I ever had sex with her.

After a couple of minutes of that she straddled me again and took my cock in her right hand. Centering herself over me she placed my bulb directly against her lips. It felt like the ultimate wet kiss on my tip. She moved it back and forth along her slick groove, my bulb splashing along in her channel until my tip lodged in her hole. With an earnest stare right into my eyes she began to lower herself onto me. It felt like my dick was slicing into hot custard! She was buttery and hot inside. She bottomed out fully on my knob leaving damn little, maybe a quarter inch, of my dick exposed. Her eyes were now scrunched tightly closed while she sat still bottomed out on my cock. I was afraid that were she to move right then I would blow. I had been nursing a hardon since just after breakfast time and now it was about noon. Not that I was watching the clock. This moment could have gone on forever.

"Give me a little up and down like we talked about," the photographer coached. With that she moved up exposing my glistening shaft to the air. The photographer busily snapped away. Afterward seeing those photos you could see every detail, every vein, every wrinkle in the skin of my dick highlighted in shiny wet goo, and there was a clear line where the wetness stopped near the base of my cock, that was how far in she was able to take me. Her vagina felt sensational as she moved slowly up and down. Snug to the point where her flesh melted into mine, but slippery to the point of almost being frictionless. Little girls lube huh? Who'da thunk!

"I'm gonna blow," I grunted; I had to let the photographer know.

"Go ahead, we have all weekend for you two to fuck. Maybe tomorrow if you can stay we can shoot a video or two of you two fucking in the yard. It's real private back there".

You don't say.

"Meanwhile after lunch I have some more ideas for still photography."

Unnngggh. She was back down bottomed out on me again and I lost it. She felt the big twitch in my cock and, startled, began to rise up. I placed my hands on her hips to draw her back down.

"That's just my orgasm, baby," I moaned.

Her eyes were wide as the photographer snapped away through his own loud laughter. My dick twitched to and fro in her fluid grip. I let her stoke up and down a couple of time more to prolong my own orgasm. Greedy and selfish? Oh fuck, you betcha! Even as the spasms settled down gradually my sensitivity stayed and all I could think about was her luxurious buttery vagina. She leaned forward and lay down on my chest, my cock still semi-hard inside her.

The photographer walked away saying something about ordering pizza.

She was still hot and began to ride me this way, rolling her hips while lying still on my chest. The little girl figured that one out quick enough. A minute or two later she had her first orgasm with a man, moving in jerks up and down my cock, arching her back on the down stroke, pulling up and hanging there before ramming herself down until bottoming her pussy. I was wicked hard again and her orgasm drove me over the edge. I climaxed on her up stroke, no support on my dick, just my head cradled between her inner lips. As she settled back down I must have shot a quart of jizz into her. The sensation of her slippery warmth moving down my shaft made me come even harder than before.

That was it we were both spent. We lay there until the pizza arrived, her on top of me in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, her long hair in my face and my flaccid dick still half way in her. I don't imagine I will be discussing this on the forum of her web site! Not that anyone would have believed me if I did. Sometimes life is too outrageous to be believed. I could hardly wait to see what this photographer had in mind for the afternoon.

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