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GETA1070: Beautiful View
by The Ferrous Juggler
Maria crouched silently against the chimney, one foot easily
bracing her weight against the steep slope of the roof. The
night air was hot but a slight breeze rebounded through the
woman's shadowy hiding place. One nice thing about these wealthy
folks, she thought. They loved their fancy houses. The
irregularly-shaped roofs offered dozens of spots where a woman
with a camera could lurk totally unseen.
Moving with cautious speed, Maria slid her satchel around to
her side. Two slight popping noises and the safety catch was
released. From the depths of the black bag the photographer
extracted a small clamp, shaped to fit over the apex of the roof.
Quickly but quietly, the slim woman set the clamp against the
roof and spun its dials until the device was firmly attached to
the shingles. This accomplished, the nearly invisible
photographer fished a lightweight camera from the satchel and
snapped it into the base of the clamp. Finally, she unzipped her
black vest halfway and reached inside for the lens. Its rough,
textured casing scraped against the flesh of her breast as she
pulled away the velcro straps which held the equipment to her
vest. Licking her lips and smiling, Maria re-zipped the vest and
gingerly put the lens in place. The device was the most delicate
part of her equipment, containing a light intensifier as well as
the powerful telescope. Maria definitely didn't want to chase it
two stories to the ground.
Straddling the crux of the roof, Maria leaned forward and
scooted her rear back until she was lying nearly horizontal. A
quick look in the view finder showed that the couple next door
had started early. She swore softly, one eye glinting off the
weak light of the street light. The people at 5181 Ridgeway were
her favorite subjects; she hated to miss any part of their
performance. Sitting up, Maria quickly plugged two small wires
into the camera. The first led to a small rubber cup which
fitted perfectly over one eye and was held on by an elastic
strap. The second was a remote shutter release. Smiling as the
couple swam into focus, Maria leaned back and made herself
comfortable against the chimney.
The blonde woman was already tied to the bed, face down and
spread-eagled. She was nude, of course. Maria had never seen
her with clothes still on. Towering over the bed was her
husband, his erection looking almost as long as the flexible ends
of his cat o' nine tails. He walked casually alongside the bed,
trailing the ends of the whip against the trembling blonde's
back.
Without warning, the cat cut through the air and smacked
against the woman's quivering buttocks. Maria jumped herself,
mirroring the bound wife. The camera whirred quietly. The whip
moved aside and Maria snapped a few more frames of the reddened
ass in the center of her view finder. Her only regret was the
lack of sound.
The cat swung again, twice, and bright red lines appeared
across the backs of the woman's thighs. The husband was
obviously breathing hard; his free hand was pumping at his
enormous cock. Maria, knowing the couple's routine, was
disappointed. They'd started far earlier tonight than she'd
expected.
The whip rose and fell three more times and the captive's
beautiful ass was nearly glowing. A warm breeze brushed against
the skin of Maria's neck and face. She wondered idly how warm
her unknown subject's skin was by now. The man, however, didn't
care. His cat lay abandoned on the floor, dropped in favor of
his more personal tool. Moving quickly to the head of the bed,
he was soon shooting milky streams of semen into his wife's hair.
Maria's camera recorded the event gleefully, zipping through the
roll of film.
When he was finished, the husband let out a deep breath and
closed his eyes momentarily. His wife was grinding her pelvis
against the bed frantically, trying vainly to stimulate her clit
against the smooth sheets. Erection gone, the man quickly found
a large, knobbed vibrator and slid it into his wife with one
fluid motion. She tensed abruptly as the machine thrust into her
body, then began undulating her hips rhythmically. After
flipping the small device on, the husband disappeared from the
bedroom.
Maria pulled the eyepiece from her head, knowing that the
performance was pretty much over for at least an hour or two.
People were predictable, she'd learned. They might experiment
every once in a while, but sooner or later they returned to their
old sexual routines. Maria pulled a wide swath of black cloth
across her nose and mouth as she prepared to depart. Always
cautious, the mask would help prevent identification in the event
someone caught a glimpse of her. Less than three minutes later
the camera and accoutrements were returned to the satchel.
Except for the lens, which was snuggled against her abdomen
protectively. This accomplished, Maria reached inside her bra
and teased one stiff nipple before closing her vest and
descending from the roof like a voyeuristic angel.
* * * * *
"Private World Publications," said the voice on the phone.
"Doug Frazier, please," Maria requested. She reclined on the
plush couch in her robe, revelling in the heat of the afternoon
sun on her bare legs. Spread out across her lap were copies of
her work from last week -- three small booklets.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"No." The dark-haired photographer was sure she detected a
sigh from the secretary before she was placed on hold.
Doug's deep voice clicked on after a slight delay. "About
time, Maria," he grumbled.
"How'd you know it was me?" asked Maria, smiling at the ritual
greeting.
"'Cause you're the only one I know too rude to give your name!"
"I've got something for you to make up for it. Twenty-two
somethings, as a matter of fact."
"Good. When are you going to come down here and wrap those
beautiful legs around my head?"
"When I'm ready to break your neck," Maria answered.
Doug coughed and Maria heard the sound of a lighter being
sparked. "Worth a try. I've got a special request for you, if
you're working tonight."
"Of course!" replied Maria, wiggling her butt against the rough
covering of the couch. Jogging and climbing had kept the
photographer's legs and ass well-muscled. "What do you need?"
"A little island work."
Maria mulled over the request for a moment. "I think I can do
it," she said finally. "How urgent is it?"
"Fast as you can," was the reply.
"Hmm," said the slim brunette. "I'll try. Maybe I can get
lucky tonight!"
* * * * *
The architecture of a downtown parking structure provided one
of Maria's favorite posts; the corner supporting walls were
arranged in a fashion which left a perfectly shadowed alcove
facing a nearby apartment building. Nestled in this hiding spot,
Maria set up her equipment and gazed across the empty air,
counting the windows in from the left. Sure enough, her luck was
in. The three men living in that particular unit played out
their Thursday night tradition every week without fail, but the
blinds were often closed. Tonight, however, the living room was
open to any competent peeper. Hopefully, the trio would once
again satisfy their predilection with the act Doug had requested.
"Island work" was the publisher's slang for what was more
traditionally referred to as "Greek". Leaving her mask up, Maria
zoomed in on the apartment.
Two of the three young men were already there, sitting in
separate recliners with nothing on but nylon running shorts.
They were good-looking figures, muscular and handsome. Maria
felt a stirring between her legs as she gazed at the pair, whom
she'd nicknamed Tom and Dick. Within moments their roommate
strolled into the room, every bit as fit as his friends. He, of
course, was Harry.
Harry had a slight Chinese girl in tow. She evidently knew her
job here; without delay the girl slipped out of her clothes and
knelt before Tom. Her skin was a beautiful shade of yellow and
Maria quickly captured a few shots of the girl's small, jutting
breasts as Tom's cock stiffened rapidly between her tiny, sucking
lips. This done, the girl crawled on hands and knees to Dick's
chair. With hands clasped behind her back, the little Chinese
girl worked Dick's penis out of his shorts with her teeth and
proceeded to bring him to life.
Harry said something at that point and the girl dropped one
hand between her legs. Maria held her breath in anticipation.
As she'd expected, the girl's fingers came away wet and travelled
immediately to the cleft between her buttocks. Unfortunately,
Dick and his consort were in profile to Maria so she couldn't get
a shot of the thin finger burrowing its way into the pucker of
the girl's ass. The shot was good enough for Doug's work,
however, and Maria knew there would be more before the scene was
finished.
All three of the young men were soon ready. The girl moved
into place, kneeling in the center of the room with her back to
Maria. Then, to Maria's delight, the Chinese girl rolled
backward, onto her shoulders. In an impressive display of
flexibility, the girl ended up with her knees resting on the
floor beside her ears, ass straight up in the air. Once again,
the camera was in perfect position to catch every last detail.
Identical expressions of ecstasy flashed over Tom and the
girl's faces as he straddled her body and bent his knees, sliding
his hard rod straight down into her cute little ass. Maria
nearly moaned herself, depressing the shutter release over and
over as the young man bobbed up and down. Just when Maria was
sure that the girl's spine would give out, Tom raised up on his
toes and pulled his cock out of her ass. The tiny Chinese's face
turned from disappointment to pure lust as three large globs of
sticky cum shot from Tom's dick. The first landed on the girl's
inclined stomach and dripped down over her almost non-existent
tits. After that, however, Tom corrected his aim and the girl's
face was plastered with the creamy fluid.
Harry was just stepping into Tom's abandoned place when Maria
felt the arms wrap around her stomach and shoulders. The
photograph jumped reflexively and yelped. She hadn't heard
anyone approach, and now she was caught.
"Hold still," whispered a reedy voice. "If you move or shout,
I'll hurt you."
Maria did as directed, freezing within the intruder's grasp.
She craned her neck slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the
man's face. Through the camera viewer she saw Harry thrusting in
and out of the Chinese girl's ass.
"I said, hold still!" commanded Maria's captor. The hand on
her stomach moved away and the woman was surprised to see an old
mariner's style telescope swing up over her shoulder. The
assailant peered through it, taking in the scene Maria's camera
recorded.
"Nice," commented the man, putting the telescope away. "I'll
warn you right now, I know who you are, I know where you live,
and I know what kind of work you're doing. Do what I say, and
that information doesn't need to go any further. And by the way,
keep shooting. You're about to miss the second guy's cum."
Maria bent over and peeked back through the camera, whipping
off another few frames as Harry exploded with an unbelievable
amount of cum. The girl's face and chest were literally coated
with the results of the two men's orgasms.
"What do you want?" asked Maria in a low voice. She'd pretty
much given up any thoughts of escape; if the intruder had found
her here, he probably did know where she lived. In the
apartment, Dick plunged himself into the tender ass of the
Chinese girl.
"Oh, I don't know," teased Maria's unseen captor. "You keep
doing your work while I decide. And I have a gun." The last was
added almost casually.
With no small amount of fear working through her stomach, Maria
tried concentrating on her pictures. "You like what's going on
in there?" whispered the man huskily. The photographer nodded in
silence.
Before Maria could react, the drawstring on her dark work
trousers was pulled loose and the garment fell in a puddle around
her ankles. She began to straighten instantly but the man saw it
coming. A firm hand on the back of her neck held Maria in
position and a cold piece of metal brushed against the back of
her thigh.
"Last warning," hissed the man. "Keep your face on that
camera!" The tip of the gun barrel snagged the waistband of
Maria's panties and dragged them down.
The woman breathed deeply, staring through the view finder.
There was a brief movement behind her, then, incredibly, the
cheeks of her ass were being spread by calloused hands and a warm
tongue swept across her tight anus. Maria moaned despite
herself; she'd never felt something so intense in her life.
Across the way, a sweating Dick was still driving in and out of
the Chinese girl.
The camera clicked over and over as the man's tongue brushed
back and forth on Maria's asshole, stopping every once in a while
to push at the tight sphincter. The photographer remained stock-
still, even when her invisible lover stood up and she felt the
unmistakable pressure of a cockhead against her ass. Camera
abandoned momentarily, Maria reached out to brace herself against
the walls of the alcove as the rod-like tool slid into her ass.
"Don't miss that last orgasm," warned the man. He sounded
smug. "Your boss might not like it if you finish early."
Maria followed his orders, breathing hard as the cock slid in
and out of her tight ass. She was just in time to capture Dick's
orgasm joining that of his roommates' on the girl's face. The
ring of Maria's ass squeezed convulsively around the invading
cock as she watched the girl lick happily at the large
accumulation of cum on her face. Then, without warning, hot
streams of liquid were splashing against the inside of Maria's
own backside.
Legs trembling, the photographer nearly collapsed as the spent
cock withdrew from her ass. Cum began flowing from the stretched
opening instantly, dripping in a sticky path down the insides of
the brunette's legs. Staggering in an unsteady circle, she
turned to look at her unexpected lover. The man, however, was
gone.
* * * * *
"Good morning, Sunshine," came Doug's heavy voice.
"Hi Doug," answered Maria, smiling despite herself. Her ass
ached, partly from last night's unexpected attention, partly with
longing for more.
"Some damn good shots you got last night. How d'you find these
people?"
"A little skill, a little luck, and a lot of patience. I'm
surprised you have those developed already."
Doug's desk chair creaked in the background. "Rush job. We
try to provide quality products in a timely manner, you know."
"Time, of course, being directly proportional to price."
"Of course! We can get just about any material, if the money's
there for it!"
"I know," said Maria dryly. "I get a lot of the material,
remember?"
"You get the best," Doug flattered. "Which reminds me, do you
think you can get anything from that dungeon over on Park
tonight? Those collections are going like wildfire."
"Should be able to."
"Do it, then. Anything else before I go make the perverts
happy?"
Maria hesitated, not sure whether or not to tell Doug about the
previous night's experience. "No," she said finally. "Nothing
new."
"Gotcha. Get some good shots in for me."
* * * * *
The Dungeon on the Park, as Maria thought of it, was one of the
easiest places to get pictures. The vast lawn around the
sprawling estate was spotted with clumps of thick bushes and tall
trees, giving a midnight photographer an abundance of hiding
places. Maria took more care than usual approaching the house;
she parked nearly three miles away and looked over her shoulder
constantly. The inexplicable events from last night had her
edgy, to say the least.
Satisfied that she was alone, Maria set up camp and zeroed in
on the large bay windows at the back of the house. A slight rise
in the ground provided her with a place to kneel while propping
the camera on its tripod. The Mistress was entertaining a guest,
it seemed. Sitting demurely in a throne-like chair, the Mistress
wore crotchless leather panties and a tight leather halter. The
matching boots reached up past her knees and the outfit was
topped off by a fancy leather beret. Maria was captivated; she'd
always thought that the Mistress's outfits looked uncomfortable,
but the things she did to her slaves were intoxicating. One of
them knelt at the Mistress's feet now, a buxom redhead dressed
like a high school cheerleader. Her sweater was cut away to
reveal her breasts, however, and a small set of nipple clamps was
screwed firmly to her swelling peaks. The clips were attached by
a thin gold chain, which trailed away to the Mistress's hand.
The cheerleader's skirt was pinned up in the back, too, revealing
a smooth ass and legs.
Across from the Mistress, Maria could see the guest. She was
an older woman, dressed in a dark blue business suit and sporting
a riding crop. Her glasses seemed too big for her face; she was
constantly pushing them up her nose. Chatting away with the
Mistress, the guest waved the crop absently.
The conversation went on for quite some time before the
Mistress suddenly yanked on her gold chain. Maria congratulated
herself silently as she collected a shot of the surprised slave's
nipples distending painfully. Reacting quickly, the cheerleader
leaned forward and buried her head between her owner's thighs.
The Mistress raised her legs over the arms of the chairs,
obscuring the redhead's face from the camera's view. The back of
her head was still visible though, and Maria loved the pose.
Doug's customers would go nuts.
"Time to watch the little sluts be trained, huh?" whispered a
voice behind Maria. Still on her knees, she began to spin
around. Once again, however, the man blocked the motion.
"Keep taking your pictures," he ordered, pushing the
photographer forward until she was on all fours. She obeyed
without hesitation, not sure whether to be scared or elated. She
was soon nude from the waist down. This time, the man also
removed her mask. Maria's stomach quelled but she didn't
protest.
Inside the mansion, the guest's riding crop cut through the air
and whipped against the cheerleader's exposed ass. The girl
jumped visibly, mashing her face harder against her trainer's
cunt. At the same time, Maria felt a smooth, cool cylindrical
object being pushed into her rapidly-lubricating pussy. When it
was buried deep inside her, the unseen lover flipped the switch
at the end of the device. Maria gasped as she was jolted by wave
after wave of powerful vibrations.
"Don't neglect your work," the stalker whispered. "But if you
want to get off, I suggest you run that camera with one hand."
Needing no persuasion, the photographer reached back through
her legs with one hand and grasped the end of the slick vibrator.
Working the machine in and out of her engorged lips, she
continued to snap photos of the Mistress and her guest.
The crop had left a number of bright red rectangles on the
slave's milky white ass, and it was still flailing. The
Mistress's guest had pushed her skirt up past her hips and one
hand was busy between her legs while the other swung the crop
over and over again. Maria nearly screamed aloud as a similar
instrument cracked suddenly against her own flesh. She lost her
grip on the vibrator momentarily. As the warm sensation shot
through the cheeks of her ass she regained the lost toy and
pumped it faster in her slick cunt.
Back in the mansion, the Mistress climbed onto the seat of her
chair and kneeled, facing away from her slave. The redhead,
responding to the pull of the nipple clamps, spread her owner's
outer lips and buttocks and began laving her from clit to asshole
with her pink tongue. The riding crop continued to rain on the
tender skin of the cheerleader's rump and legs, action echoed by
Maria's anonymous friend.
Soon, the combination of the vibrator in her pussy and the crop
on her ass brought Maria to a shaking orgasm. She gave up on
choosing her moments for pictures; instead, she hit the shutter
button at random. The camera soon locked up as the film ran out,
and the man behind the crop stepped around to the side of the
kneeling photographer. Grasping her by the hair, he raised her
head toward his crotch. Before she knew what was happening, hot
jets of cum were splashing against Maria's cheek and nose. She
licked out hungrily, eyes watering as a glob of the salty liquid
dripped over them. The vibrator dropped to the ground, totally
forgotten.
When the hand released her, Maria simply dropped to the ground
and wiped at her cum-stained face wearily. Her entire body was
spent, and again, her invisible lover had disappeared. Sucking
the last vestiges of his orgasm from her fingers, Maria slowly
climbed to her feet and gathered her equipment. She hoped she'd
be able to make it back to the car.
* * * * *
Doug was taking uncharacteristically long to get to the phone.
Maria waited patiently, flipping through the pamphlet of the S&M
couple she'd shot a week earlier. The color was excellent; the
red trails left by the cat stood out sharply against the woman's
pale skin. Even better, Maria'd gotten a beautiful frame of the
man's expression as he'd cum on his wife's hair. The
photographer set the booklet aside and picked up the next as Doug
came on the line.
"Have a good weekend?" he grunted.
"Not bad," answered Maria, puzzled. The first page of the
second book was an extreme closeup of a silky ass being spread
open to reveal the rosy, puckered anus. Maria didn't remember
getting any such pictures recently.
"Good thing. We've got a heavy load coming up this week."
"Um, okay." The pictures continued at close range, the ass
being caressed by a slick tongue, the tongue pushing slightly
inside, then a giant cock being set between the two smooth
cheeks.
"You sound a bit distracted," Doug commented. "Am I boring
you?"
Maria ignored her employer as understanding dawned. Flipping
through the new booklet, she found it: a picture of a brunette,
dressed in black from the waist up, bending over a camera while
her ass was invaded by a thick cock. Continuing forward, she was
soon looking at her own cum-covered face.
"Hello? Maria? Still there?"
"Yeah, Doug, I'm here."
There was a brief silence at the other end of the line. "Oh, I
got it -- you just checked out our new line, huh?"
"'New line'?" echoed Maria, voice rising slightly. "What the
hell do you think you're doing, sticking me in your new line? I
didn't agree to this!"
"Pfft," answered Doug negligently. "You wouldn't believe how
popular these suckers are. I think they broke the record for
first day sales!" The publisher chuckled and Maria heard pages
turning.
"Dammit, Doug, I--" She stopped, exasperated.
"I'm telling you, this is some of the best stuff we've ever
done. But hey, if you don't like it, I understand. Too bad,
though. You're the only peep we've had who's great at both ends
of the camera!"
Glancing down at her dripping visage, Maria tried to collect
her tumbling thoughts. Her ass twinged slightly as she recalled
the slap of the crop against her skin and she breathed deeply.
Finally, as Doug waited, the brunette burst out laughing.
"All right," she said, "where's my next assignment?"