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A Little Model 2 (M/f, ped, photog, exh/voy, sed)
Chapter 2
by Inno Cencelost
It was an incredible moment in Eric Mullen's life.
He had known for a long time that he was a pedophile. He liked adult women.
He just wasn't attracted to them sexually. It was the reason he'd never married.
Eric loved girls, prepubescent girls, generally between the ages of 7 or
8 and 11 or 12. It wasn't so much the age that was important, but the development
stage. The girls he was attracted to lived in that soft, sexy world of discovery
between baby fat and body hair. He loved to look at their slim, supple young
bodies, and imagine what it would be like.
In the depth of his fantasies he believed, in a PeterPanish way, that he
wanted to live in a world where girls never grow up, where men care for them,
protect them, love them, and share their beds with them. He spent hours and
hours looking at young girls and working them into elaborate sexual fantasies.
And there were lots of opportunities to look at girls in his work as a photographer.
But Eric also liked to do things like lay on a blanket at the beach, wearing
sun glasses, pretending to read a book, hiding his stiff cock as he watched
the young girls playing around him, seeing the soft curves of their cute
little asses, the flatness of their undeveloped chests, and the gentle hints
of their sweet little vaginas, snugged up inside the pinks, yellows, greens,
and blues of their little swim suits. He dreamed of having those girls in
his bed and slowly, gently tugging their little swim suits off, seeing, feeling,
and tasting their intimate secrets, introducing them to his cock, letting
them see it, touch it, hold it, teaching them to kiss it.
But Eric was also very much a resident of the real world. He knew that acting
on his attraction to young girls in an overt way, would get him into a world
of trouble. He looked, but he didn't touch.
So how did he come to be alone in his photo studio on a Sunday afternoon
with a lovely little 10-year-old girl, and what the hell was he doing down
on one knee, leaning forward, focusing intently with his camera, on the tempting
little nub of one of her tiny nipples, naked and exposed behind the open
front of her halter top.
If he was able to answer those questions at that moment he would probably
deny what was happening. "I'm just taking her picture, she undid her top,
I haven't touched her." And all of those things would be true. But he would
be unable to deny the erection in his pants. The truth is, that Eric was
way out on a limb and he wasn't quite sure how he had let himself get there.
He was trying to convince himself that all of his actions up to this point
had been harmless and defendable. But the truth was that he sought this little
girl out. He enticed her into his studio. He convinced her to pose for him.
And he coaxed her into undoing her halter top.
And one thing was certain. The little 10-year-old sitting in front of him
on the padded bench in his studio, the girl who had just opened her top for
him, and was letting him take pictures of one of her little nipples, was
the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he wanted more.
He pulled back slightly, opening up the frame.
"Look up," he said softly, watching her jerk nervously, then respond, tilting
her head back, looking up at the ceiling."
It was a perfect shot. Having pulled back, he could no longer see her nipple,
but the fact that her top was open would be obvious. He just needed one thing.
Very slowly, Eric reached out and gently touched his fingers down on the
upper inside of her knee. He felt her body jerk at the contact. Then very
tentatively, he applied a little pressure, pulling her knee aside, coaxing
her to spread her legs wider.
Both of them were breathing hard.
Eric watched her bite nervously on her lower lip, and then give him what
he wanted, letting him spread her legs, wider, and wider, until it almost
looked rude.
He leaned down for a lower angle, and clicked off three quick shots, making
sure everything he was seeing was in focus, her face looking skyward, the
soft skin of her chest exposed through the open front of her top, and the
soft band of her underwear clearly visible up under her shorts.
It was an incredible picture. She was so obviously young, but with her top
open like that, with her legs spread wide, it was such a wildly sexual pose.
She looked hot.
"Ok," he whispered. "Look at the camera."
Eric actually gasped as she swallowed a lump in her throat, and then slowly,
tentatively, lowered her head, looking nervously into his lens.
Eric took three more shots.
"It's ok," he said, encouraging her. "You look great."
A nervous blush and a smile worked their way on to her face.
"Here," he coaxed her, lowering his camera, motioning with his hands in front
of him, then pointing to her top. "Open it."
She looked nervously down at her top, then into his eyes.
Eric smiled his best smile of encouragement, and raised the camera, watching
with satisfaction as Jillian looked down once more, reached up with both
hands, and slowly opened her top for him.
The girl giggled nervously, obviously shy, uncertain.
"It's ok," he whispered softly. "Don't be shy. Look at the camera."
Jillian slowly raised her head and looked into camera, with just a hint of
a nervous grin on her face, holding her top open, letting him see the soft
naked skin of her flat chest, and the two tiny nubs of her little pink nipples.
Eric worked methodically, taking shots from several angles, reaching out
once to coax her to spread her legs a little wider.
She was so beautiful, so innocent.
Shooting her like that, with her legs spread wide, looking up along the naked
skin of her inner thigh, seeing the soft material of her underwear, clearly
visible up under her shorts, did things to him. He couldn't help himself.
All he could think about was what she had hidden underneath the thin material
of those little panties. A mental image of the sexy little lips of Jillian's
young vagina formed in his mind, and he knew he wanted to see it. He had
get her to show it to him.
He pulled out from behind his camera, wanting to experience that view up
her shorts with his naked eyes, soaking it in, looking for hints of contour
under the thin material of her underwear.
She reacted, reaching down defensively, placing both hands on the bench in
front of her.
Eric looked up into her eyes. She'd read his mind. Everything about her expression
was saying "no". She was blushing nervously.
He changed lanes.
"It's ok honey," he said softly. "Why don't we try something different. Here,
first, why don't we take your shoes and socks off."
She looked nervously into his eyes, as if trying to decide if there was a
reason not to. She sighed softly, lifted one foot onto the bench, pulled
on the laces, removed her shoe and sock, then did the same with the other
foot.
An odd memory tweaked the back of Eric's mind. Somewhere he had read that
pre-teen girls are very conscious of their naked feet. He remembered a quote
from the article... "If you can talk a little girl out of her socks, you
can talk her out of her underwear."
Jillian looked up expectantly at Eric, pulling her arms shyly in front of
her.
"Let's go over here," he said softly, reaching out to gently lift one of
her hands, coaxing her up off the bench, leading her over to the corner of
the studio.
He quickly grabbed two big cushions off the couch and placed them on the
floor in the corner, then placed three big plush red satin pillows up against
the wall.
Jillian sighed nervously, as he sat her down on the big cushions, and urged
her to lay back. The big pillows almost swallowed her up.
"That's it," he said encouragingly. "That's perfect."
Eric pulled back and framed her, taking two pictures, then reached down to
gently lift each of her legs, urging her to spread them. He took two more
shots, then motioned for her to hold her top open.
Jillian did as he asked. She was so sexy, laying back against the pillows,
showing him her little nipples, spreading her legs for him. He took a series
of shots, at several angles, getting her to spread her arms out to the side,
and then place her hands down on her knees, emphasizing the deliberateness
of her pose.
He ran out of film and quickly fumbled in a new roll.
When he turned back to look at her, she was breathing deeply, nervous.
"It's ok honey," he said softly, coaxing a shy smile onto her face. "You're
doing fine. You're a beautiful little model."
Eric saw contentment slip into her eyes. She was ok.
He let her watch his eyes slip down off her face, onto the flatness of her
chest, to her little nipples, then lower, down over her tummy, to the waistband
of her shorts. He paused there, then looked back up into her eyes, posing
the question.
Jillian brought her hands up to her mouth, and shook her head, saying no,
but leaving the option open.
"Well, how about if we just undo them," he suggested.
She looked deep into his eyes, trying to decide if she should undo her shorts
for him.
"Don't look," she insisted, then turned onto her side, shielding her actions
from his view.
"I won't look," Eric pledged, turning away, listening to the soft sounds
of fingers working against material. When the sounds stopped he turned back.
Jillian was still laying on her side.
"All done?" he asked softly.
"Mmhmm," she nodded nervously.
"Well turn over," he urged her.
Eric watched the little girl roll back onto her bum, holding her hands, defensively
in front of her shorts. The rolling action had lowered her body position
on the cushions. She was almost laying down, with just her head and shoulders
propped up by the pillows.
"Ah," he said, grinning warmly at her. "Don't be shy."
Eric reached out, gently lifted her hands, and pulled them aside. She giggled.
The button on the waistband of her shorts was open, and the zipper was lowered
about one inch. He could see soft naked skin between the open flaps of her
shorts. He took three quick shots
He looked out from behind the camera and coaxed her on.
"Zzzip," he whispered, reaching down to within six inches of her shorts,
looking into her eyes, pretending to pull her zipper down.
She giggled, and then got this serious look on her face, like she had to
concentrate to do it.
Eric could feel his cock pulsing in his pants, as he watched the little 10-year
old reach with one hand, pinch the tab of her zipper between her thumb and
one finger, and slowly pull it down. She was doing it.
He captured it on film, the concentrated look on her face, her legs spread
wide, her little fingers pulling her zipper down, her hand dropping back
down at her side.
Then, there it was, just visible between the slightly parted flaps of her
open shorts, the soft white material of her underwear.
Eric knelt up between her lower legs and shot straight down, taking several
pictures, some wide, with her lovely face in the frame, some in tight, focused
intently on the open front of her shorts.
Pausing, Eric reached down with one hand and playfully tugged the flaps of
her shorts open for a second, briefly exposing her soft tummy and her little
panties.
Jillian giggled and reached over with both hands to hold her shorts closed.
Eric took a picture of her like that, and looked out from behind his camera
to smile at her.
The girl grinned playfully and quickly whipped the flaps of her shorts open
for a second, then closed them again.
"Open sesame," Eric whispered.
Eric's cock flushed as he watched her slowly part the flaps of her shorts
and hold them open, showing him her underwear. He took several more shots.
She looked surprisingly relaxed.
Eric looked out from behind his camera again.
"Why don't we take them off," he suggested softly, hopefully.
Jillian shook her head, turning shyly onto her side once more.
"I can't," she insisted.
"It'll be ok," he said softly, calming her.
"I'm too shy," she managed to say into the pillow.
Eric reached over and gently placed his hand on her hip, with his fingers
delicately close to the waistband of her shorts.
"Would it be easier if I did it?" he asked her.
He waited a moment, and then took his suggestion further, tucking his fingers
over the loose waistband of her shorts, gently tugging downward, listening
and watching intently for her answer.
She didn't speak, and she didn't move. She hadn't given him overt permission,
but she also hadn't made a move to stop him.
Eric pressed the issue, tugging the waistband of her shorts gently down her
hip. Jillian reacted, reaching up with one hand to hold onto her underwear,
so that it didn't get pulled down with her shorts.
Eric smiled, and tugged the side of her shorts further down.
"Roll over honey, " he whispered.
He had intended that she roll over onto her back again, but she chose to
go the other way, rolling onto her tummy.
"Even better," he thought, as he reached out with two hands, and gently tugged
her shorts down, slowly unveiling the soft round cheeks of her bottom, delicately
framed by the thin material of her little panties.
She made no move to stop him as he pulled her shorts right down off her bum.
Her panties were fairly loose on her. The material lay along the line of
that little valley between her cheeks, accenting the soft contours of her
young bottom.
She rolled a little, lifting her legs one by one, letting him pull her shorts
down off her thighs, down to her feet, and off.
Eric took several shots of her like that, laying face down on the cushions,
hugging a pillow, still wearing her open halter top, hints of the shape of
her beautiful little bottom, visible under her panties.
"Turn a little bit," he whispered softly. "And look at the camera."
Jillian turned her head, and lifted up onto one elbow, looking back at the
camera, shy, nervous.
"It's ok," Eric encouraged her. "Give me a little smile."
Jillian managed a nervous smile, and Eric took several more shots.
"Ok," he said softly. "Now turn right over."
Jillian did as he asked, rolling onto her back, reaching down shyly to cover
the front of her panties with her hands.
Eric reached out and gently lifted her hands out of the way. It was almost
like a ritual, in which she maintained her innocence.
Eric took several more pictures, then stopped to reload film again.
When he turned back she was laying there, as he had left her, waiting for
him, with her arms out to her sides, with her halter top wide open, with
her shorts off, with only the thin material of her underwear between the
lens of his camera, and the warm little treasure between her young thighs.
Eric reached down and gently lifted each of her legs, coaxing her to spread
them, then he knelt between them and took several more pictures, close ups,
of her face, of her dreamy eyes, of her flat, naked chest, and her tiny pink
nipples, of her soft tummy, of the gentle rise of her young mound, hidden
under her panties.
Eric moved back on his knees, leaning forward for a lower angle, shooting
up between her legs, capturing the white band of her underwear, tucking down
over her mound, between her thighs, the delicate final curtain.
He zoomed right in and focused intently, taking several shots, looking out
from behind the camera a couple of times, convincing himself what he was
seeing, then capturing it on film.
The material of her underwear was fairly loose and puffed out between her
thighs, leaving no hints of the gentle shapes behind it.
"Slide down toward me a little," he urged her.
Jillian did as he asked and slid her body toward him on the cushion.
His cock saluted stiffly in his pants as he surveyed the effects.
The sliding action on the cushion had snugged Jillian's panties up between
her thighs. He could see the unmistakable rise of her mound. He could see
the two little ribbons of her lips, and the tender little slit between them.
He could see the youngster's sweet little cunt.
Eric lay right down on the floor between her legs and took a series of shots
of the shape of her little cunt, clearly visible through her panties. He
was like an artist painting his masterpiece, making love to the subject with
the camera.
He rose up onto his knees to reload again, then looked down on her, and smiled.
He reached out to lean forward on one hand.
"Why don't we take them off honey?" he whispered softly, hopefully, almost
desperately.
She responded quickly, pulling her hands up to cover her face.
"I can't, I can't, I can't," she said insistently.
"Yes you can honey," he urged her, reaching out to gently tug her hands down
from her face. "It'll be ok."
"I can't let you watch me take them off," she insisted.
Eric paused.
"Well ok," he said. "Let's try this."
He rose quickly and pulled a large red satin sheet off a shelf above the
couch.
"Here," he said, bringing the sheet over her, covering her. "That way, I
won't see you take them off."
Jillian grabbed the sheet like it was a security blanket, pulling it up to
her neck, finding comfort under its veil.
"Ok," he said softly. "Why don't we take off your top first?"
That was easy. Eric watched as the little 10-year-old shrugged out of her
halter top and lifted it out from under the sheet. His cock reminded him
of its condition in his pants as he surveyed the nearly naked shape of the
lovely little girl under the sheet.
He took a couple of pictures, capturing the gleam in her eye, and the nervous
smile on her face, then he knelt down to one side.
"Ok now," he said softly. "I will look away, and I won't peek. I'll count
to ten. And then I'll look back. Ok?"
Jillian giggled nervously.
"Ok," he said playfully, turning away. "Here I go. One...Two...Three..."
Eric heard the frenzied rustling of the satin sheet behind him, and slowed
his count, reaching Nine as the sound came to an end.
"Ten," Eric announced, turning back to look at the girl under the satin sheet.
Eric swallowed a lump in his throat.
Laying on the sheet, beside her discarded flowered halter top, was a little
pair of white panties.
He shot several pictures of her, with her panties in the frame, with the
sheet pulled shyly up to her neck. It was beautiful the way the satin lay
on her body, following every contour. Eric could actually make out the shape
of her young mound puffed up under the delicate satin film.
He looked into her eyes, reached down, and gently gripped the material at
her side, tugging it a little, coaxing her to pull it down.
"I can't," she said.
Eric sighed and smiled.
"It'll be ok," he said reassuringly. "You'll be fine."
"I'm too shy," she said defensively.
Eric smiled again.
"I've got an idea," he said. "Why don't you just lay back, and pretend you're
asleep."
Jillian eyed him nervously.
"It'll be ok," he said. "Here put your arms out."
Eric pulled her arms out from under the sheet and put them at her sides.
Then he took three more pictures, getting her to relax.
"Ok now, close your eyes," he whispered softly to her. "Go to sleep."
Eric watched her close her eyes. The features in her face relaxed.
"Remember," he whispered. "You're fast asleep"
Very gently, Eric found the shape of her legs and lifted them. She resisted
momentarily at first, then relaxed and let him spread her legs wide under
the sheet.
"There we go," he whispered. "Fast asleep."
His fingers reached down and tugged on the sheet, pulling it a couple of
inches down from her neck. She made no move to stop him. He pulled the sheet
further, slowly unveiling the naked little girl underneath, her flat chest,
her two little nipples, the distinct shape of her rib cage, rising with her
nervous breath, her soft tummy, her little belly button.
Eric stopped and took several pictures of the half-naked little 10-year-old
as she continued to feign sleep. Very gently, he reached down to pull the
sheet down another inch, then took a couple more shots. He repeated the action,
pulling the sheet slowly down off the soft skin of her lower tummy.
Moving ever-so-slowly, Eric continued to gently tug on the sheet, watching
the top edge of the satin material, drag up onto the soft rise of her young
mound, delicately unveiling it.
He looked up into her face. She was trembling lightly, but still feigning
sleep.
"Fast asleep," he whispered to her, as he tugged the satin sheet down onto
her thighs, pulling the last thin veil off her beautiful little cunt.
"Oh my," Eric whispered softly, lifting his camera, zooming in, framing,
focusing, snapping, completely absorbed by the lovely little 10-year-old
girl laying naked in his studio, letting him take pictures of soft hairless
lips of her beautiful little cunt.
He moved down between her thighs, pausing to shoot several angles as he lowered
himself down onto the floor.
"Oh, this is beautiful," he whispered softly to himself, to her, as he slid
closer up between her thighs, switching to macro, moving his lens to within
eight inches of her young cunt.
He focused, seeing her soft, puffy, hairless lips, seeing the delicate pinks
of her little slit. Eric took several shots, then rose up slowly, pulling
back, continuing to shoot, adjusting, lifting up onto his knees, keeping
her little cunt in the frame.
He couldn't help himself. He held the camera with one hand, still shooting,
and reached down with his free hand to rub his hard cock through his pants,
finding the hard shaft, squeezing it.
He heard a sharp gasp of air and looked out from behind his camera.
Jillian was no longer pretending to sleep. Her eyes were open. Eric felt
his heart pound.
The little 10-year-old was laying there on the cushions, her eyes almost
misted over, trembling, watching Eric rub his cock through his pants. She
was nervous.
It was a mistake, but the deed was done. Eric squeezed his cock, and took
a picture of her like that, watching him.
She was breathing hard, nervously. Her lips were parted as she gasped softly.
Seeing her like that, completely naked, with her little nipples, her belly
button, the gentle rise of her mound, and the two lovely little lips of her
cunt, seeing her gazing up at him with that strange dreamy look in her eyes,
he knew she would do it. He knew that if he reached down at that moment,
undid his pants, pulled his zipper down, and then pushed his pants and shorts
down, freeing his big, hard cock, that it would be ok, that she would let
him.
She could see it. She could see him touching it. And she was laying there,
almost expectantly, nervously. At that moment, Eric didn't think he had ever
seen a female, so obviously willing, so beautifully fuckable, laying there
naked, watching him rub his cock, letting him take pictures of her cunt.
But it hadn't been part of the bargain, and Eric didn't want to scare her
by taking it further. Reluctantly, he let go of his cock.
"That was great," he said softly to her. "You're a great little model."
He smiled at her and reached out to lift her into a sitting position.
"Excellent," he whispered, soothing her. "Come on. You should get dressed
now."
She grinned, obviously relieved that the tension was gone.
She let him shoot a series of shots of her getting dressed, pulling her panties
on, tucking her arms into her halter top and doing it up, glancing around
for her shorts, picking them up, putting them on, pulling up the zipper.
She posed playfully for him several times.
When she had her socks and shoes back on, Eric walked over to her, knelt
down and gave her a gentle hug.
"That was really fun," he said. "I'm really glad we did it."
He looked into her eyes.
"Are you ok?" he asked her with genuine concern, his arm laying across her
shoulder.
She smiled, and nodded.
"Would you like to get an ice cream on the way to dropping you off?" he asked.
Jillian grinned and nodded, obviously relieved that she would have time with
him to wind down from the experience, before heading home.
He quickly unloaded his camera and locked all his film in a drawer on his
desk. He didn't want his staff wandering around putting this film in the
processing rack. He would have to develop these himself.
The two of them walked out to the front of the building. He noticed a cheerful
bounce in her step. She was ok.
He locked the door and they turned to walk to the car. Jillian reached up
to take his hand. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.
He spoke to her while they slurped their ice creams in the car in the parking
lot behind the dairy.
"I want you to know, that I think that was really great," he said seriously.
"You're a great little model."
She grinned shyly and blushed.
"But you have to understand that we can't tell anyone about this," he said.
"I know," she replied, as if he was stating the obvious. "I don't want my
mom to find out I let you take girlie pictures of me."
Eric smiled and reached out to run his fingers over her cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he said in all sincerity.
She blushed again.
She squeezed his hand before getting out of his car at the top of her street,
across from the convenience store, hopping across the intersection, turning
to wave from the corner.
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