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 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : Taking Pictures

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 Taking Pictures
 by Kristen Kathleen Becker
 Nov 1998 

 Natalie was really nervous now. The thought of what she
 was about to do made it incredibly hard for her even to
 swallow; her heart seemed to be in her throat.

 The pretty teenager was used to being in "situations",
 and sometimes even found some pride in being in trouble.
 She was a rebel, and proud of it. Only this time, she
 thought, things just might have gotten a little out of
 hand.

 Riding up in the elevator of the big flashy hotel, she
 looked back on the events that had led up to this moment.
 She swallowed again, trying to get a grip on her nerves.
 Remembering her complaining to Brad and Livia that she
 never had any money, and couldn't have fun any more, she
 felt her face flush at how petty she had been.

 She also remembered Livia flashing all that money in her
 face. She and Brad had both gasped at the sight of so
 much ready cash.

 Natalie had wanted to know where it came from, and was
 shocked when her best friend and confidant since the
 fifth grade said that she had sold her body for it.

 "What do you mean by 'sold your body'?" Natalie's voice
 had cracked with excitement.

 "I fucked this old guy for money. It was easy, and I
 even enjoyed it." Livia laughed at her friend's shocked
 expression.

 "Eeeww! That's gross!" Natalie squealed. "I can't believe
 you did something like that, and with an old guy too."
 But Livia had her full attention, and she may even have
 felt some admiration for her friend's audacity. "Oh, do
 tell us about it, Livia! Tell us what you did! Come on,
 tell it all!"

 Brad sat silently on Natalie's bed, looking at the two
 girls. He wasn't sure that he liked this revelation. After
 all, weren't he and Livia supposed to be going together?

 As he sat listening to her explanation of how she had
 "earned" the money, however, he realized that a raging
 boner was making a bulge in his jeans. He crossed his legs,
 hoping no one had noticed.

 "...Yeah, and all I did was stand there. He came up to
 me, breathing this alcoholic breath in my face, and said:
 'Baby, you want to earn fifty bucks?' I said: 'Who do I
 have to kill, mister?' The stupid goat just laughed and 
 grabbed at me."

 Natalie couldn't contain herself any longer. Bouncing on
 the bed next to Bradley, she  yelled: "I can't believe
 you fucked an old guy! What did you do next? Did you guys
 get naked? How did it feel? Where did you do it...?" The
 questions just poured out of her.

 "Shut up a moment, Nat, and I'll tell you!" Livia moved
 over to the other side of Bradley. She looked down at
 his crotch and smiled. "I see that at least Brad likes
 my story."

 The girls stared down at the tent in Bradley's jeans
 while he sat uneasily between them.

 He blurted out (as his face turned red): "C'mon, you
 guys, leave me alone; get on with your stupid story,
 Livia!"

 Livia took pity on her boyfriend and eagerly leaned
 over his lap to tell Natalie the rest of her story. "I
 told the bozo I was a virgin, and that if he wanted to
 pop my cherry it'd cost him a hundred dollars. He became
 really excited when he heard he might have sex with me.
 I didn't really think he was serious, but then he
 pulled out this big old wad of bills and started peeling
 off twenties-- It was amazing!"

 Natalie, being Natalie, couldn't contain herself, and
 started firing off questions at her friend again. "How
 old was this guy? Where did you guys go to do IT? How 
 did it feel? What was..."

 "SHUT UP, NAT! If you keep asking the same old stupid 
 questions, I'll never get to the good stuff!"

 The petite redhead put her hand on Brad's jeans-covered
 crotch and lightly squeezed. He jumped, squeaking in 
 surprise. "Even if you don't want to hear my story,
 I'm sure Brad does!"

 Natalie gave in. "Okay, okay, I'm listening. Do go on,
 Livia. I can't wait to hear what happened next," she
 said, squirming as she watched Livia's fingers massaging
 Bradley's boner through his pants.

 "Well, just so you'll quit asking, I'd say the guy was 
 maybe thirty, and we went to the Motel 6 on Bell Street.
 I still wasn't sure that he was serious. I mean, no one
 just comes up to a total stranger and asks to fuck them!
 But I said I would, so - I don't know. Maybe the whole
 thing was just so strange, I couldn't believe it was
 happening and just went along.

 "Anyway, to make a long story short, we went to the motel
 and stripped off. I lay on the bed, and he got on top of
 me and fucked me. It felt weird, having this stranger poking
 me. It was really crazy - him humping away, grunting and 
 groaning, and me just lying there. But you know what was
 neat about the whole thing? He popped off in less than a
 minute and I got a hundred dollars. I mean, for one lousy
 minute I made one hundred dollars cash.

 "After he shot his load, I just rolled him off me and
 cleaned myself off. Then I left! The guy was half out of
 it anyway. It was just too cool."

 Natalie smiled as Brad's body tensed; a moment later he
 tore Livia's massaging fingers away from his crotch and
 ran towards the bathroom. "I guess Bradley enjoyed your
 story, Livia!"

 Both girls laughed at his hunched figure as it disappeared
 through the bathroom door.

                           -=*=-

 Natalie's elevator stopped on the tenth floor. The pretty
 brunette, clad in jeans and a red checkered shirt,
 remained a moment in the elevator, staring out into the
 empty hallway. Did she really intend to go through with
 this? It could be dangerous. The guy could be a psycho;
 who knew?

 She took a deep breath and stepped out, letting the
 elevator doors close silently behind her. She quickly
 checked her face and hair in the mirror that was mounted
 on the wall across from the elevator, then looked at the
 little plastic room direction signs. 10227 was down the
 hall to the right, and the teenager walked briskly,
 almost jauntily, down the hall in that direction.

 She stopped in front of the room where she expected to
 meet her "customer." She'd met the man only an hour
 before, at Sam's, a club that catered to the "beer
 guzzler fraternity" (which was what the high school
 kids called the guys who frequented Sam's).

 Most were disillusioned married men, who worked nine
 to five and then drank till midnight. Most nights they'd
 just stumble home, but occasionally one of them got
 lucky. That night Natalie had decided to try the same
 stunt as Livia. She could really use the money.

 Slipping out of the house after dinner, she'd met up
 with Brad and Livia, and all three had gone down
 town to stand outside Sam's. The girls had kidded Brad,
 saying maybe he'd run into some nice gay guy, or maybe
 some old spinster who could use a nice young stud.

 Bradley had taken the kidding pretty well. At seventeen,
 he was up for just about anything to do with sex. He
 wasn't inexperienced either. He'd fucked both Livia
 and Natalie, and other girls too.

 Standing outside this club with even a vague pos-
 sibility of getting "picked up" had made him so hard
 it almost hurt.

 Suddenly a man stepped outside and strolled in their
 direction. He didn't look intoxicated, as most of Sam's
 customers did. He appeared just to have stepped out-
 side for some fresh air, and looked likely to return
 inside in a moment or two.

 Livia nudged Natalie with her elbow, and she stumbled
 forward. Meanwhile Brad and Livia walked over to the
 other side of the street to watch developments.

 Natalie screwed up her courage and said, "Hi mister."

 "Hi, sweetie. What're you doing out here this time of
 night?"

 "Looking for some fun, I guess," Natalie said, mumbling
 the "I guess" part as she ran out of breath. She felt
 ready to faint, she was so nervous.

 "Kind of young, aren't you?"

 "Yeah...anything wrong with that?"  Natalie looked
 defiant, hands on hips and her eyes flashing.

 "Nothing, baby, it's okay. Don't get mad. I was just
 wondering why a pretty young thing like you would be out
 here hooking, that's all."

 "I need the money, mister, and I wouldn't mind fucking
 you for it." Natalie said that for its shock effect, but
 the man didn't appear shocked.

 "I might want to take pictures - you into that kinda
 thing, sweetie?"

 "Whatever. So long as I get paid a hundred bucks, I don't
 care."

 Maybe he just wants pictures, she thought, breathing a
 sigh of relief. Until that moment she hadn't realized how
 scared she was. The idea of doing it with some stranger
 had been scaring her numb. She didn't understand why she
 was so frightened. It wasn't as if she was a virgin, but
 she'd never just walked up to a stranger before and
 offered to sell him her body.

 "You meet me in an hour at the Hilton on 3rd Street,"
 he said. "Number 10227. That's the 10th floor, room
 227, okay?"

 "Sure, umm, what about the money, mister?" she asked
 hesitantly. "To be paid in full when you show up. You
 don't expect me to give it you now, do you?"

 Natalie blinked. "Uh, I guess that would be stupid, wouldn't
 it?" She smiled at him and said: "I'll see you at 8:15.
 That's exactly an hour from now, okay?"

 "See you then, baby." The man turned and went back into the
 club.

 Bradley looked positively dazed when Natalie explained
 what had happened. She had made the bargain, and would
 get a hundred dollars just for having pictures taken.
 Bradley said: "You mean he's gonna take naked pictures
 of you? You know they could end up on the Internet,
 don't you?"

 Natalie looked coldly at her friend. "So what's your point,
 Bradley? Who cares? It's not like my parents, or any of
 my teachers know anything about the Internet. The only
 people I know who'd see pictures of me on the Internet
 are kids our age. I don't care if boys my age see me
 naked. Actually, I kind of like the idea!  Think about
 it! All the guys at school drooling over my hot pictures!
 That'd be great!"

 After walking her to the Hilton, Livia and Bradley waved
 at Natalie as she ascended in the glass-fronted elevator.
 For a few seconds they watched their brown-haired, blue-
 eyed friend looking down at them; then the elevator doors
 opened behind her, and with a wave she spun around and
 disappeared from view.

                        -=*=-

 "Hello, sweetie. Glad you could make it." The man stood
 in the doorway of Room 10227, looking her up and down.
 "You'll make a beautiful model. C'mon in."

 A little nervously, Natalie walked into the suite. It
 was a big room, with a couch, and an inner door led to
 a bedroom.

 Pretending not to be nervous, she skipped over to the
 couch and flopped down. She smiled up at the man with all
 the confidence she could muster. "You got anything to
 drink, mister?"

 "Sure, what's your pleasure?"

 "Something strong," she said, trying to sound grown-up.

 "You're not old enough to drink hard liquor, are you?"
 The man sounded disapproving.

 "I guess if I'm old enough for you to take nude pictures
 of me, then I'm old enough for a drink or two, don'tcha
 think?"

 He threw up his hands in mock defeat and made the teen
 vixen a whisky sour, "extra strong".

 The potent drink made Natalie's mouth pucker with its
 tartness. "Boy, this IS strong," she said, before taking
 several more gulps.

 After a while the man said: "My name's Stan. What's
 yours?"

 "Natalie. So, Stan, what's it you want me to do?"

 "Well, sweetie, I guess I'll take some pictures, and
 then I'm going to fuck your brains out! That all right
 with you?"

 Her heart was suddenly throbbing in her throat again. She
 had convinced herself that all this man wanted to do was
 take nude pictures. Of course, she could still back out,
 but what would Livia say then? And she really wanted
 that hundred dollars.

 Steeling herself, she said: "We'd better get moving then.
 I've got to be home by ten, or my ass will be grass with
 my Mom."

 "All right. Why don't you take off your shirt for starters,
 and I'll go get my digital camera." He turned and went
 into the bedroom.

 Natalie, meanwhile, unbuttoned her shirt to the waist.
 She heard a gasp, and looked up to see the man standing
 in the doorway. She held her shirt wide open as she stood
 up and stared back at him. "What do you think?" she asked.

 "You're beautiful, kid. Do you know that?"

 "Yeah, sure I do.  Do you think I'd let you photograph
 me naked if I didn't think I looked good?" She smiled
 confidently. One thing she was sure of was that men liked
 her body just fine.

 "Oh baby, I'm gonna enjoy this," he murmured.

 Natalie stood coltishly before the mature male, pretend-
 ing to be a little shy, though her next words must have
 worked against any such impression.

 "Sorry, Stan, but you won't get any more unless I get
 paid!" she reminded him.

 Smiling wryly, he handed Natalie a hundred-dollar bill.
 "Okay?"

 Natalie didn't reply, but she started to undo her jeans.

 "No, wait! I want to get all this on film. Come into the
 bedroom and pose for me by the bed."

 She walked into the bedroom and, approaching the bed,
 popped the top button on her pants. Stan told her to pull
 her shirt back onto her shoulders and then to tug her
 pants down; meanwhile he was taking pictures. He encour-
 aged the young girl to pose after each adjustment of
 her clothing.

 Natalie saw that he was getting a hard-on. As she
 gradually stripped off and offered him progressively
 more daring poses, she could see his bulge growing and
 becoming more rigid. His cock seemed to be trying to
 break out of his pants.

 As Natalie exposed more and more of her nooks and crannies
 to this stranger, she felt herself gradually getting
 aroused. Showing her body off like this to a strange adult
 male, a guy almost old enough to be her father, was really
 perverted, she thought, and the idea instantly made her
 wet.

 A little embarrassed, she took a quick look at her pussy
 to see if it was leaking.

 Stan followed her glance, and smiled. "Yeah, raise your
 legs, baby, and show me that hot little twat!" he said.

 Natalie stared at him as he took picture after picture,
 feeling the heat rising inside her body. She began to
 wonder what it would be like to be fucked by this man.
 Was he bigger than the boys she'd already been with?
 Would he be more skillful?

 The picture-taking went on for some more minutes, until
 Natalie lay back on the bed and said: "From the size of
 the boner in your pants, you're ready for more than
 pictures, aren't you?"

 Her young body moved with deliberate rhythm, her hips
 gyrating slowly, as she smiled at Stan, offering herself
 to him.

 His eyes drank her in. She was perfect; her legs were
 parted, her tight little cunt lubricated, ready and
 waiting. He put his camera down.

 Natalie watched her prospective lover strip off. He was
 definitely bigger than Brad, both longer and broader;
 IT also looked older. Natalie couldn't quite put her
 finger on it, but this man's cock looked more experienced
 than those of any of the boys she'd been with. She could
 imagine it having been inside many women, women her
 mother's age...

 He came and stood over Natalie, and she reached up and
 took hold of his cock with both hands, rubbing the soft
 velvety skin in a gentle, jacking motion. She marveled
 at its girth.

 "Mmmm, nice," she murmured as he put his  head back and
 groaned. She looked up at his face, and saw that his eyes
 were closed. She smiled to herself and bent forward to
 engulf his shaft in her mouth, closing her lips tightly
 on it and running her tongue round and round the head.

 She had been looking up at Stan's face and saw his eyes
 fly open. She would have smiled if that had been
 physically possible with a man's cock in her mouth.
 Natalie now began to bob her head, taking his organ in
 as deeply as she could, over and over again.

 She stopped only when her playmate began to groan aloud.
 She pulled her head away, allowing the swollen cock to
 "pop" out of her mouth, and sat back on her elbows, with
 her legs spread wide, looking up at the big man. The big
 gnarled boner was pointing directly at her, the heavy
 balls in their sack beneath it swollen with seed.

 Natalie licked her lips at the sight; he tasted real nice,
 and the texture of his cock was so fine. She felt an urge
 to take him into her mouth again. I'll let him come in my
 mouth, she thought, and was moving forward to take him in
 again when Stan stopped her.

 "Nooooway, sweetie,"  he chuckled. "You do that for one
 more second, and you'll get a full load down your throat."

 "I don't mind, Stan, really," she said eagerly, reaching
 out for his cock. She rubbed the head against the front
 of her teeth before engulfing his shaft again, and then
 pulled back to lap the underskin with her tongue. It had
 somehow become important to Natalie to make him come.

 She wanted to taste his come, to have that most intimate
 of orgasms...to swallow him.

 As the teenager eagerly worked on him, Stan felt that
 familiar surging deep within his crotch. He tried to pull
 out of the girl's mouth because he realized that he
 couldn't hold out much longer.

 Natalie, however, had no intention of letting him go. She
 was almost beyond hearing as she eagerly worked on Stan's
 cock with her lips, teeth and tongue.

 Suddenly she was choking, her eyes beginning to water,
 as her mouth filled up with the man's jism, which she
 tried desperately to swallow.

 Stan came in huge spurts, the first going down Natalie's
 throat as she took a breath. She tried to pull away, to
 catch her breath, but he was now lost in his orgasm and
 held her face tightly against his crotch as he bucked his
 hips, emptying his seed down the the gagging teenager's
 throat.

 Eventually his senses returned to him and he released
 Natalie's head. She immediately jerked her head backwards,
 choking and spluttering, releasing his cock from between
 her sperm-coated lips.

 Stan noticed her discomfort and patted her on the back,
 asking anxiously if she was all right. When she stopped
 spluttering, Natalie began to laugh at the situation.
 It was just too funny.

 They sat down together on the floor for a while to
 recover, Stan feasting his eyes on Natalie's marvelous
 young body in repose, touching her here, stroking her
 there.

 She had recovered from her coughing attack and lay back
 against the bed, closing her eyes when her lover sucked
 a nipple in between his lips. She loved it when guys
 sucked on her nipples; it was her second favourite thing
 with sex.

 She recalled an occasion several weeks before when Livia
 had sucked her nipples. They hadn't actually had sex with
 each other, but what they had done was fun.

 As Stan continued sucking, Natalie relaxed and imagined
 that it was Livia doing it. Natalie loved Livia like a
 sister. A fly-away, red-haired, white-complexioned, Irish-
 tempered lass-- that's how her father had described her,
 and Natalie agreed with that assessment.

 Stan now began stroking Natalie's stomach, moving his
 hand down between her legs to massage her pussy, trying
 to reach the little hood that concealed her sensitive
 clit button. He knew he could make her helpless if he
 could only get there.

 Natalie sighed contentedly, and opened her legs to allow
 him easy access. She continued her little dream about
 Livia; she was massaging Natalie's thigh. Her small warm
 fingers found Natalie's wet pussy lips and slipped
 between the folds of firm flesh. Then - ohh, so wonderful -
 the lovely Irish redhead found her clit and gently
 manipulated the swollen, hot, sticky nub in ways that
 would soon send Natalie into ecstasy.

 Another soft touch, and Natalie pictured Livia's finger
 delicately rubbing circles around the top of her girl
 button. She squirmed ecstatically as her "Irish Lass"
 bent forward and with her tongue began lapping at her
 clit button. She gasped, and grabbed handfuls of rich,
 frizzy red hair, pushing Livia's face into her slit and
 groaning aloud as she came on her best friend's tongue.

 "Mmffft... Hey! Hey baby, you trying to get even with me?!"
 Stan was chuckling, even as he fought for breath.

 Natalie looked up sheepishly at the man sitting naked
 next to her, and blushed. She saw lust shining out of his
 eyes and decided that she actually liked this guy. Sure,
 he was probably 30, almost twice her age, but in the
 buff, and as a sex partner, he seemed at least as good
 as any of the boys she'd slept with.

 'I know he gives good head,' she thought. 'Let's see
 how he is in the screwing department!' She stood up and
 straddled Stan, close enough for him to reach up and feel
 her sopping pussy; she wanted him to know that she was
 ready. Then, without a word, she climbed onto the bed
 and lay on her back.

 At once Stan was lying beside her, kneading a plump breast.
 She was determined to say nothing; she just looked into
 his eyes while he toyed with her body.

 Having caressed, squeezed and fondled the voluptuous
 teenager to his heart's delight, he rolled on top of her
 and positioned his cock against her principal orifice.
 In the moment before he thrust into her, he felt her
 wetness lubricate his dickhead, her slick fluid feeling
 like molten lava against his sensitive glans.

 As he thrust into her, he made a soft "Uhhh..." sound,
 feeling her teenage love tunnel form-fitting around his
 invading cock. She was so tight and hot it was incredible,
 unlike any woman he'd had before. It might just have been
 the effect of the occasion, but as he held himself tightly
 inside Natalie's cunt he mused that sex would never get
 better than this. He could feel her heart through her
 little cunt walls, throbbing around the tight skin of his
 buried cock.

 At last, unable to bear any longer the intensity of the
 moment, and desperately seeking release, he began to
 thrust into his sexy little teenager. First once, deeply;
 then again, and again. His being became centered on the
 intimate contact between the maleness of his cock and
 her incredibly female interior.

 Meanwhile, Natalie just lay there, filled to the brim
 and thoroughly enjoying it. 'This guy really knows what
 to do,' she thought; he was in no hurry, and filled he
 her so incredibly completely! It felt as if she'd just
 eaten, that he had invaded her all the way up to her
 stomach. Then he began thrusting into her.

 His thrusts were assured and strong, and she submitted
 to his superior experience, his manly control. She
 began to wonder what it might be like to have her
 father, or even Livia's father, do this to her.

 Natalie's parents divorced when she was just five, and
 she only saw her father on holidays and for two weeks
 each summer. She'd never thought of him sexually before,
 just as a big strong man, someone it always felt good
 to be with. This new experience, though, made her wonder.
 What was her father like?

 He certainly was handsome and strong, and she truly
 loved him. She'd be eighteen by the summer vacation,
 and was accomplished in the subtle art of seduction...
 She smiled as her breasts jiggled with every thrust
 of the man above her.

 She loosely hugged him as he humped away; he was begin-
 ning to grunt with the effort he was making. Natalie
 gazed at the ceiling, a far-away look in her eyes.

 Her father would be shocked if he heard about this, she
 thought, and her smile broadened. A strangled groan
 came from Stan. Natalie felt his cock first expand,
 then retract, as he released his seed.

 She closed her eyes and fantasized that it was her
 father lying on top of her, and that it was his wonder-
 fully thick cock that was spurting white molten come
 deep inside of her.

 The thought made her crazy for a moment, and the friction
 within her created by Stan's swollen, pumping cock
 brought her to another orgasm, making her arch her back
 in ecstasy.

 She gave one sharp scream of "DADDY!!" and slumped back
 on the bed, shivering with tiny aftershocks of pleasure,
 perspiration making her body gleam in the subdued light
 of the bedroom lamp.

                         -=*=-

 Brad called out: "Look, Liv! It's Natalie!" Natalie
 stepped out of the elevator and walked over to her
 friends, who had been waiting for her in the lobby all
 this time.

 She held up the hundred-dollar bill and performed a
 joyful little pirouette.

 Livia said: "Boy, Nat, that sure took you long enough.
 I was about to call the Marines to break you out of
 there. It only took me a minute to earn my hundred!"

 Natalie smiled at her best friend. "Yes, but I had
 MUCH more fun!"

 The three teenagers walked out of the lobby of the
 Hilton, talking animatedly. Livia was determined to
 hear every detail, and Natalie gave her a blow-by-blow
 account.

 She didn't mention her fantasies, however, and couldn't
 get the image of Livia's tongue on her clit-button out
 of her mind, no matter how hard she tried.
 
                          -=*=-

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
 encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
 good job editing my little story.

               (c) Nov 1998 ed. 5/20/00
     Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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