Vonna's Photo Shoot


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descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories 
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further! 

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is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of 
my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone 
or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely 
fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of 
eighteen.

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This tale comes after "Through The Lens Ch. 1", where Mr. Marcus polished his 
skills at photography while polishing his knob in the vagina of a Wonder Woman 
look-alike.  

In a previous story ("Double Birthday"), Mr. Marcus was volunteered by his 
daughter to take some photos of Vonna, a classmate and olive-skinned beauty.  
Their original interaction lightly explored the consequences of two lovers 
sharing the same birthday.  During the shoot of pictures for her boyfriend, he 
dumped Vonna over the phone.  Vonna took revenge by posing for increasingly 
erotic photos of her with Mr. Marcus, culminating in the ultimate seduction.  
Vonna seemed to like sex with Mr. Marcus.  A lot.  

This story reunites Mr. Marcus with that former school classmate of his daughter 
for another photography session.  Vonna has a chance for a modeling contract and 
trusts no one but Mr. Marcus to take the pictures for her portfolio.   Another 
roll in the hay for Mr. Marcus?  I shutter at the thought.

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Armed with minimal new skills on photography but plenty on model management, I 
had arranged to visit Vonna at her condominium the next day, one day after my 
lessons with Viktor and Angie.  Thanks to Angie's generosity, I had a 
professional camera and supplemental lighting and rollout backdrops for Vonna's 
shoot.  To borrow, not as gifts.

As I opened the trunk of my car and schlepped out the loaner equipment and 
camera bag, I promised myself that the intimacy I'd shared with Vonna the last 
time I'd photographed her would not repeat.  Watching Angie seduce her female 
clients by using drugged punch was creative yet despicable.  It was a liquid 
version of Lillian Mutzman's artificial pheromones; the stuff that got me into 
Saroya Zenellis's panties just after her company went under.  [AUTHOR:  See 
story DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR CH. 10a]

I wouldn't have agreed to this shoot in the first place, except for Vonna's 
instance that I was the only photographer she could trust.  After all, it was my 
shots from our original session that kept her in the running for the modeling 
opportunity.  Maybe I did have a good eye behind the lens.  Or maybe I just 
appreciate the female form.

I remembered the route from the entrance of her condo building to her front 
door.  Vonna answered, in a bathrobe.  The mystery of what she was or wasn't 
wearing peaked my curiosity.  

Her eyes were wide.  "Thank you so much for coming."  She spread her arms as if 
to offer a hug but instantly backed away like a lion tamer facing an angry wild 
cat.  It was just as well we didn't embrace.  Too much temptation to hug, then 
kiss, then, well, you know.

I followed her, taking a few steps past the entry closet, into the living room.  
I was shocked. All of the artwork, paintings and sculptures that had adorned her 
place were gone. So was most of the living room and dining room furniture except 
the infamous couch where we got carried away.  Well at least she did.  I just 
sat there while she pistoned to orgasm on my cock.  "What happened?"

"Oh yeah, you haven't been here for a while."  Vonna hugged herself.  "The only 
reason I could afford this place was my aunt.  She was my benefactor.  You know, 
picking up the rent, giving me money for food and clothes.  The art objects were 
part of her personal collection.  She loaned them to me, to dress the place up."  
Vonna plopped down on our couch and crossed her legs.  The robe parted, up to 
her thighs.  Her legs were more toned than the last time I'd seen her.  Vonna 
continued, "But she's had it rough.  Her business was bought out, and she's had 
to sell off everything.  So that's why I have to get this modeling job, so I can 
afford someplace to live.  She's got this condo on the market already, looking 
for a buyer."

For a split second, I considered inviting Vonna to move into my house.  Annie's 
bedroom was empty.  Oh shit, Harriett was bringing her assistant VVV to live 
with us.  They'd arrive tomorrow, the same day XXX wants me to help her niece 
and Smith wants to bowl.  Vonna and ZZZ probably wouldn't enjoy sharing a bed.  
"I didn't know things were that bad.  I'm sorry.  Give me a few minutes to set 
up the backdrop and lights.  I want to do the best I can for you."

"I know you will."  She stood up, gave me a peck on the cheek and then shimmied 
off to her bedroom.  Past the open door, I saw piles of outfits strewn all over 
the bed.

Besides backdrops and lighting, Angie lent me a high-end digital SLR, the same 
kind she'd used while shooting Daphne Prim.  Instead of memory cards, this model 
accommodated miniature removable hard disks, so I could shoot almost forever at 
high resolution and not miss a beat or the perfect pose.  I had experimented 
with the settings the previous night.  Just for fun, I set the camera up facing 
out the front window, to take a picture every thirty seconds - time lapse.  From 
10 PM to 7 AM, the camera accumulated the comings and goings on my block.  While 
I at breakfast, I watched the results, 1,080 photos in all, which I played back 
at half the standard 30 frames per second.  Streetlights flickered, and cars 
appeared and disappeared in an instant.  Except for one, with "A Hot Piece" 
flashing in neon on its roof.  It stayed at the curb in front of my house for 
four full frames before vanishing, which meant it had been parked outside for a 
full two minutes.  Was it my pizza lovely, or just a coincidence, a neighbor 
getting their fare share of my favorite flat food?  

I returned my attention to Vonna's shoot.  The backdrop I chose was neutral, so 
the colors of the clothes would stand out.  I set up my tripod, lights and 
loaded my camera with a fresh miniature hard disk. My new digital camera was 
capable of single shots rapid fire series as well as movies of moderate quality.

Vonna came out in a plain black dress that looked anything but plain on her 
figure.  For a starving artist, she'd filled out.  Her hips were wider, her 
breasts larger, or maybe she was wearing a special bra.  The dress length was 
modest, past the knee.  However, it clung just right, so Vonna's curves were 
explicit.  When I directed her into a profile pose with her head turned, I 
couldn't believe at how desirable she looked.  I remembered my promise - no sex 
- and kept shooting.

I coached her through a series of poses. She had a tendency to drop her chin and 
slump with bad posture. I admonished her to keep her head up, proud, and her 
shoulders back.  An added bonus was witnessing her tits pointing directly at me.  
Actually, at the camera.

I let her take a break and examine the shots I'd taken. If I wasn't capturing 
exactly what she wanted, I needed to know that sooner rather than later. Her 
smile and hug of my shoulder told me I was doing well.  The aroma of her body 
was exotic, either natural or from some herbal soap.

A simple grey skirt suit over a white blouse followed the black dress.  I 
couldn't help myself and requested that Vonna remove the jacket and sling it 
over her back.  It was a sassy pose and showed a black bra under the white 
blouse.  Her breasts had definitely grown.

The next outfit was a wedding dress in pure white, with intricate lace trim.  
Vonna came out of her room, clutching the bodice.  "I can't zip it myself."  She 
turned, exposing a naked back all the way down to a black thong.

I carefully zipped her up.  The front came straight across, her breasts dual 
suns rising above the horizon.  When she slumped, her tits almost poured out.  I 
commanded her to stand straight, which forced those same tits tight across the 
bust line of the dress.  Of course, I had to unzip her after those shots were 
complete.  The dress slid down as she walked, exposing the upper curves of her 
ass.  The same ass I'd watched rise and fall over my lap as she bounced on my 
cock during my last visit.  God, the situation was intense.  Fortunately, all of 
the items seemed to be regular clothing, not nightgowns or anything that exposed 
her body in full.  I could handle sneaky peeks at bits of her, couldn't I?

A housewife dress in a button-up-the-front blue gingham checks fit her fine, 
maybe too fine.  And the hemline was just above the knee, the shortest outfit so 
far.  I set the camera to fast shoot and asked for some action.  She spun and 
twirled, and the dress flew up.  It was as if she wasn't wearing a skirt, I saw 
so much of her legs, all the way up to her thighs.    Was she still in the black 
thong?  Her spins weren't fast enough to inform.

After each series with a particular outfit, Vonna would retreat to her bedroom 
end change, always closing the door, but never shutting it all the way. With 
each subsequent change, the door was left more open.  Was she trying to tease me 
into sex?  Well, not this time.  There was no reason for revenge against her 
boyfriend, no motive.  I focused on my equipment, not Vonna's.  I completely 
ignored the opportunities to catch a glimpse of Vonna between outfits.  No 
stealth depravity on this visit.

I sighed in relief when Vonna came out in denim overalls over a red and white 
plaid shirt.  She bent and turned, giving me great poses.  I knew there was an 
awesome body under those togs, but there was no hint of it.

After I finished shooting, Vonna stood, waiting.

"Is that all of them?" I asked.

"One more.  A swimsuit."

My cock hadn't been dormant during the shoot, gradually thickening, hardening.  
I prayed it wouldn't be a skimpy bikini, and my prayers were answered.  The suit 
was a one-piece with a halter-top, and the crotch was normal, not high cut.  
Except the halter was skewed to one side, exposing most of Vonna's right breast 
while covering her cleavage and the left one.  It must have been obvious from my 
expression.

"What's wrong?"

"The top is off kilter."

"So, fix it."

I took off my shoes and walked onto the set.  "Do you have a chair?"

"They were all sold off weeks ago.  Wait!  I have a step stool in the kitchen."  
Vonna skipped off, her ass bouncing.  When she came back, the halter had slipped 
even more, and her right nipple played peek-a-boo with the edge of the halter.

I put the stool on the set and draped some neutral material over it.  "Sit."

Vonna obeyed.  I stood behind her and untied the halter.  I attempted to slide 
the material across her chest without lifting it away.  That would have been 
taking advantage.  Vonna looked up at me and leaned back against my legs.  Her 
breasts and the valley between them were fully exposed.  I pulled the halter 
straps tight around her neck and tied them not once but twice, so there wouldn't 
be a wardrobe malfunction.

Behind the camera, I adjusted my erection in my pants.  Vonna used the stool as 
prop, leaning against it, the swimsuit tight across her crotch. She stretched 
her arms above her head, testing the knots, forcing her hardened nipples against 
the tight material.  When the knots didn't give way, she relaxed.

"Good job.  There are dozens of winners in here."  I patted the camera.  Vonna 
had not retreated to her bedroom, instead sitting on the stool, a dour 
expression, her fingers interlaced.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."  She didn't look up.

"That isn't a 'nothing' look on your face.  What's the problem?"

Vonna stood up and approached, her hands behind her, putting chest strain on the 
halter.  "The agency is paying me for the portfolio I send them."

Her facial expression was upset, not joyful.  "That's great!  You'll get some 
money, even if they're blind and don't choose you."

Vonna's olive skin turned darker.  She was blushing.  "But for the stuff you 
shot, the normal fashion photos, they don't pay much."  She came closer.  "They 
have this sliding scale, for the photos I submit.  The more explicit, the higher 
the fee.  Would you be willing to do another round?  I mean, you don't have to-"

"I'm already here and set up."  What would a few more shots take?  The camera 
was ready, and I had the rest of the day free.  Just assuming I didn't go too 
far.

"You will?"  Vonna grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth.  She recoiled at 
her action.  "Oh my!  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean-"

I touched her bare shoulder.  "It's all right.  You were just showing gratitude.  
No problem.  Go get dressed."  I was tempted to swat her behind as she turned, 
but the slap could have become a fondle, and then, who knows what?

Vonna reprised the simple grey skirt over the white blouse, but without a bra.  
Her nipples were pointy, drawing creases across the front of the shirt.  She 
posed with one leg on the stool.  Her skirt was way high, exposing great legs.  
Not high enough to show panties, assuming she was wearing any, but definitely 
more erotic than the first shots of that outfit.

I gave her an "okay" sign, thumb and index finger making a circle.  

When she returned in the short blue gingham checks dress, her tits seems to 
wobble under the material.  And, the top buttons starting at her neck were open.  
She undid the rest, one at a time, all the way to her waist.  The curved inside 
edges of her breasts peeked from the edges of material.  When she leaned 
forward, the dress ballooned, still hiding those hard nipples.  Again putting 
one foot on the stool, the short skirt became inconsequential.  Yes, she was 
still wearing the black thong.

She didn't wait for me to dismiss her.  Instead, she bolted for her room.  I saw 
the dress fall to the floor, the back of Vonna's almost nude body on display.  
Her ass was exceptional.  She stepped to the side, out of sight.  

She returned in a shorts version of the overalls, with the shirt omitted.  Bare 
unencumbered breasts bobbled beneath the denim bib.  In profile, they stood out, 
with the sides escaping.  Vonna leaned forward, holding the step stool.  So much 
cleavage.  And when she turned around, the shorts slid up her ass cheeks,  these 
were hotter pictures, all right.  She'd get a few extra bucks.  No harm, no 
foul.

We finished the second round of poses in shorter time than I'd expected.
I began to disassemble when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  "You're not leaving 
are you?"

"I thought we were done.  Regular shots, and then the racy ones.  Did I miss 
something?"  The camera hung from my fingers.

Vonna bit her lip.  "There are more than two tiers of payment.  Those last ones 
were R-rated.  The agency pays a lot more, the closer you get to X-rated."

So the teasing wasn't for sex.  It was to loosen me up for taking racy photos.  
"Do you really want to do that?  I thought they were a professional agency.  Why 
would they ask you to-"

She laughed.  "Like you've never bought a Playboy magazine?"

I'd purchased porn that was a lot more explicit, but my collection was no 
business of hers.  "maybe once or twice."

"This agency is in business to make a profit, and they have all sorts of 
customers.  Magazines, web sites, and private clients.  Some individuals bought 
your last set, and I made good money.  But that was when my aunt was paying the 
rent and stuff.  I guess I didn't save, and I overspent on my credit cards.  I'm 
really in debt, Mr. Marcus.  With sexier photos, I can pay them all off and 
start fresh."

I wasn't sure if I could keep the promise I'd made to myself if Vonna was naked.  
I was already erect, and she was still essentially undressed.  Will power was 
not one of my strong suits.  

Vonna continued, "So, are you okay with shooting me that way?"

My cock throbbed.  "Aren't you afraid of what might happen?"

Vonna took another step forward.  "You're talking about what happened the last 
time, when I took advantage of you."

She took advantage of me?  "Is that what you think?"

"Sure.  I manipulated you.  I practically raped you.  I kept having you undress 
and I suggested the poses.  And then, at the end, it was me who stuffed your - 
your - "

"My penis into your vagina?"

"Uh huh.  If it makes any difference, I'm really sorry, what I did to you."  Her 
look was a cross between serious and coy.  She put one finger on my chest.  The 
overalls weren't a Wonder Woman costume, but they showed plenty.

As if I hadn't had the opportunity to stop the process before we consummated our 
coupling?  "From my perspective, we were both to blame.  We let ourselves get 
carried away.  I promised myself I wouldn't do that again this time."

"I promised myself the same thing."

"Good."  She wasn't out to jump my bones, or my boner.  "So, we can safely move 
on to the next set?"

"Oh yes!"  Vonna ran to the other room.  I had no idea what to expect in the way 
of outfits.   

It was a surprise when Vonna returned in the blouse and skirt, sans suit jacket.  
The bra was still absent.  This time, she toyed with the buttons, leering at me, 
tempting me.  The buttons opened one at a time, Vonna giving me a side angle 
shot after each.  Soon, the blouse was open, the short tales flapping at her 
sides.  Then, bingo, she whipped the blouse open.  Vonna's tits, in plain sight.  
Rounder and firmer than I'd remembered, her nipples bloated.  I wanted to drop 
the camera and suckle those tits, caress and massage them.  But we'd made a 
mutual vow, and so far, we were both in control.  We had agreed to mature 
behavior.  My dick had made no such agreement and was pounding the front of my 
slacks, demanding release,  I kept shooting and ignored the little prick.  
Actually, not so little.  

Vonna sat on the stool and slid the skirt up her thighs.  As it slid higher, I 
got the impression that the thong was also missing.  I was right!  Vonna's bald 
groin was a sight for sore eyes.  Good eyes.  Blind eyes.  Any eyes.  The 
vaginal lips were closed tight.  Until she ran a finger through them.  Then, 
they blossomed open, wet and wide.  Vonna's pussy was calling.  I'd promised not 
to answer.  Was I stupid or what?  No, this pose was to get other men horny, not 
me.  I kept clicking.  I was the professional photographer, not a professional 
stud.

Vonna scampered away.  I took a deep breath.  My cock pulsed and got a tad 
softer in the intermission.

Vonna had changed into a negligee.  It was long sleeved, white and very 
transparent, failing to hide her olive skin.  A white bra and white panties 
completed the scant outfit.  Vonna swirled and I shot rapidly.  She posed and I 
slowed the pace.  Soon, the outer garment was on the floor and Vonna was in just 
bra and panes.  "Did you notice, I kept the couch."

"For company, right?"

"Nope, sentimental value."

After a series of coy moves, she took off the bra with her back to me, turned 
with her hands covering her breasts, then massaging them, the nipples peeking 
out, and then her hands went to the panties, leaving her breasts bobbing loose.  
I hadn't noticed the bows on the panties.  With deft pulls, the bows untied, 
Vonna spread her legs, and the panties drifted to the floor.  She was naked, 
breathing hard, her skin shiny from perspiration.

My dick hurt from confinement, but no way was I going to open my fly, not with 
Vonna nude.  That would more than suggest we should violate our agreement.  
"That was terrific!  You're as beautiful as I remember.  So we're done?" I 
asked.  Please, let her say yes.  To us being done.

She put her hands behind her back and swiveled in a shy manner.  It would have 
worked if she'd had even a bit of clothes on, but naked, it was pure sex.  "I'm 
afraid it might be too much to ask."

"Try me."  My prick was saying 'Please, I want to be tried.'

"There are really big bucks for even more explicit shots."

"What's more explicit that this?"  I pointed at her tits, tits that were 
pointing back at me.

"More than nudes. Using - devices."  She scampered off and brought back an box 
containing dildos and vibrators.  Some were plain and smooth, some sculpted like 
dicks, some with flanges and bumps, presumably to provide an internal massage.  
She ran her hand through the box, feeling and stroking the pretend penises.

I was jealous.  "Are you sure?  I mean, if you're willing."

Vonna plopped on the floor right there.  "You'll have to be closer, and at the 
right angle."

I unscrewed the camera from the tripod and knelt down in front of Vonna, who'd 
laid back, legs spread.  "Go ahead."

She positioned the first, a penis-shaped substitute that looked quite a bit like 
my own, at her labia.  She spread her cunt lips and slid the device in, just a 
bit.  Her mouth formed an "O".  She advanced the dildo into her pussy, rocking 
from side to side, moaning.  "Oh yes."  she panted, her chest heaving.  "This 
reminds me of, oh no, we can't do that.  Ohh, fuck."

I captured the whole event on my camera.  She sat up, perspiring, her bronze 
skin shiny with moisture.  I was damp too, on my chest and in my pants.  "That 
was really hot."

Vonna was quiet.  Was she suffering from post-orgasm depression?  "There's 
more."

More than that?  My dick was rigid after her self-realized display.  "Like 
what?"

"They have a pay scale based on what they call 'tiers of explicitness.'  They 
pay the higher the more explicit the pictures."

Or the lower you sink.  

Vonna continued.  "The pay scale goes exponential with couples.  Or three-ways.  
And even kinkier stuff."

I looked around.  "Did you invite some other people over?"  I wasn't sure I 
could handle seeing Vonna having sex with someone else, and being responsible 
for documenting it.

"No, of course not.  But there's a thousand dollar portfolio bonus for pictures 
with both a man and a woman."  She blushed and swayed for effect.  "Together."

"Didn't we agree that we wouldn't do that again?"  

"Yeah.  But maybe you could pose your penis near my vagina.  You know, to 
pretend we're planning on having sex."

"Just nearby?"

"Uh huh."  

"And that's all?"

Vonna nodded enthusiastically.  Her tits swayed, and my prick became even 
happier.

We'd both agreed to abstinence, and I was trusting her to keep her word.  I 
scooted off my pants and jockeys.  While I was at it, I stripped bare.  I held 
the camera in one hand and laid on the floor.  Vonna scooted close and spread 
her legs outside of my body, her ass on my thighs.  It was difficult to get into 
a position where my erect and throbbing cock would be anywhere near Vonna's 
pussy.  My prick stood upright like a spire.  Her whole body was in the shot, as 
unfocused background.

Vonna took my prick in hand and bent it forward.  She blushed as she dragged it 
across her pubic region, like a brush over a canvas.  My precum left slimy 
trails.  Still, at close range, I only captured our groins, much too clinical. 

"Hang on."  I slid out from under and stood up.  Instead of holding the camera, 
I repositioned the tripod to shoot over my shoulder.  I'd have her whole 
delicious body in the frame, including a bit of my back and my extended front. 

We got back into our overlay position.  With Vonna's handling, my cock nestled 
in the crease between her thigh and groin.  Vonna's pussy was still visible, her 
vaginal lips wide, the pink innards moist from her dildo exercise.  I clicked 
the remote a couple of times.

Her eyes were wide at the sight of my erection near her pussy.  Could this visit 
be complete without fucking?  We'd promised, both of us.

She ran my prick up and down her opening.  It was very moist, practically 
dripping.  "Oh God, that feels so good.  You know, I haven't had sex with anyone 
since we did it."

"That was months ago."

"You're telling me?  I've tried satisfying myself lots of ways.  That dildo was 
the first orgasm I've had in months.  I've tried my fingers and dildos mad 
vibrators.  All kinds of things.  But none of them were as good as you."

The head of my prick was spreading her labia.  "What about other men?"

"They were all too pushy, too grabby.  All the guys would want to strip off my 
clothes, throw me on my bed and fuck the daylights out of me."

I wanted to do the same thing, but we'd made our vow.  "Maybe you were choosing 
the wrong guys.  There are nice guys out there."

"Sorry if this feels like teasing but I'm so horny.  I just have to rub it 
around a little.  It felt so good last time.  Was it good for you?"

"It sure was.  I still remember the feeling of my cock -"

Vonna took hold of my prick and dragged it up and down the vaginal opening.  
"Inside?"

'Uh huh."

"Maybe you could put it in, just once.  Not like last time, when we had sex.  
But my pussy yearns to feel the real thing.  Aren't you interested?"  Vonna 
aimed me directly at her cunt.  "Did I explain, the bonus is for penetration 
shots."

If my dick had made the decision, it would have been simple.  Plug and play.  
But we'd made a vow.  Maybe it was stupid to expect that we'd honor it, but I 
was going to try.  "Hang on!  We're not going to-"

"It's just posing."  She didn't wait for my answer, and pulled me forward by my 
erection.  The head slid easily past her labia.  In that instant, we were 
coupled.

The head of my dick blossomed.  I wanted to be out and deeper, all at the same 
time.  I groaned at the ecstasy of her tight labia.  

"Ooh, you're liking this too.  Take the shot, and I'll get a bonus."

I took a few rapid shots.  She tightened her pussy around my cock.  I 
involuntarily pulsed and backed off, dragging my dick free.  "I really enjoyed 
our little posing, and it's all captured."

"Oh please, just once more.  Just in case the photos are blurry."

"No."  I slid her back, to prevent her from impaling herself on my stiff shaft.  

She whined and grabbed for my ass.  A sexual frenzy was bottled up in Vonna, and 
she wanted me to pop her cork.  "Why not?  You know how to please a woman."  Her 
hips bucked, trying to reunite her needy cunt with my prick.  

I put one hand on her hip, to impede her forward progress.  "Maybe you won't 
honor our mutual promise, but I will."  I felt like an idiot, denying something 
we both wanted.  Why did I have to stand up for my principles at this moment?

"I know, but you like sex with me, don't you?"

With one hand occupied with the loaner camera, it was difficult to fend Vonna 
off.  She was persistent.  We were both grunting and touching, she to get closer 
and me to keep her at bay.  A familiar voice came from the hallway behind us.  
"Vonna!  What are you doing?"

The voice belonged to Saroya Zenellis, my nemesis and one-time sex partner while 
under the influence of the sex pheromone aerosol.  Damn, for anyone to catch us 
in the act.  But what would bring her here, to Vonna's condo?

Saroya stood over us but behind me.  "I know you're short on money, but there's 
no reason to be whoring yourself out.  And taking pictures?  How could you?"

"It's not what you think."  Vonna slid forward, making an unsuccessful attempt 
at impaling herself on my prick.  

It was only a matter of seconds before Saroya recognized me.  Was she stalking 
me, as part of some ill-conceived revenge?  But ha was she focusing on Vonna?

Vonna stood, panting for breath.  Since I was still sitting, her pussy was face 
high.  "I'm not a whore.  Mr. Marcus has feelings for me, and he's taking 
pictures -"

"Marcus?"  Saroya took a step closer.  "What the fuck are you doing here, 
fucking my niece?"

From my seated position, I looked up at the statuesque but hostile daughter of 
the former Chairman and CEO of Zenellis Enterprises, the woman who tricked me 
into accepting a lone fuck instead of my share of product profits.  My cock was 
deflating quickly.  Saroya's belligerence had that effect.  "What am I doing 
here?  What are you doing here?  You said we were finished with each other."

Vonna's head flinched back and forth.  "Auntie Sar, do you know Mr. Marcus?"

Saroya was Vonna's aunt?  Shit, why does my fucking always run through a family?  
Mothers and daughters.  Aunts and nieces.  Vonna deserved the whole story, not 
some sound bite.  I wanted to tell Vonna that I knew her aunt, in the Biblical 
sense of the word.  It had taken a while and a couple of false starts, but we'd 
fucked frantically in her office.  That was my compensation, in lieu of the 
hundreds of thousands she would have given me, had I abstained.  Most expensive 
fuck of my life.  "Let me just say we were partners and adversaries, and leave 
it at that."

It was clear that Saroya was the benefactor whose funds had dried up.  I 
wondered if her cunt had as well.  Hell no, Saroya wasn't going to fuck me, with 
her niece around.  Or even if we were alone.  In her mind, I'd destroyed her 
father's company.  She probably blamed me for his stroke, too.  Saroya hated my 
guts even though she'd enjoyed my cock.  At least, I thought she'd enjoyed it.

Saroya held Vonna shoulders.  "This man is poison.  He'll ruin your life like he 
ruined mine.  He's the reason I'm broke.  Don't you see, he caused your 
predicament."

Vonna looked at me with pleading eyes.  "You ruined my aunt?  How?  Why?"

I mentally kicked myself for not spewing out my version of the story first.  I 
wanted to take Vonna in my arms and explain but Saroya was not going to release 
her grip on her niece, let me get close, or have my say.  I wedged in, "I had 
little to do with it."  I couldn't absolve myself from all blame.  

"Liar!" Saroya screamed.  "You sent that little school girl to us.  A sheep in 
wolf's clothing."

"Your careless scientists screwed up, not me."  I was standing there, arguing, 
in the nude.  My erection had withered.  "I wasn't even there when the accident 
occurred."

Vonna shook her head.  "Accident?  I'm so confused."

Any woman who'd been lusting after sex didn't want to hear that her desired mate 
was a bad person.  Messes up one's self image.  Guilt by association.  Even 
worse, that she, Vonna, had contributed to her own desperate situation.

Saroya pawed through her shoulder bag, still slung over one broad shoulder.  
"This!"  She held up a red packet, a live artificial pheromone sample.  "This 
got loose in our office." 

Vonna took the foil pouch from her aunt.  "What is it?"

I stepped forward.  "It reduces the inhibitions of anyone who inhales it.  Your 
aunt's researchers didn't take proper precautions and the gas got out.  Many 
employees and innocent bystanders were affected."

"It doesn't feel like a gas."  Vonna pressed the packet.  It inflated, the first 
level of encapsulation breeched.

"No, shouted Saroya.

Vonna was clueless that she'd done anything wrong.  And if her goal was to apply 
the pheromones to herself and her aunt, then she'd done precisely the right 
thing.  

Saroya grabbed Vonna's hand, to retrieve the inflated foil.  Vonna, strong 
willed and confused, struggled to maintain possession.  The pressure was too 
much and the packet popped in front of their faces.  

For a moment, they stared at each other, inhaling the fumes.  "I'm so sorry I 
left you in debt."  Tears ran down Saroya's cheeks.  "I just couldn't afford the 
upkeep on both my home and yours."  

"It's okay.  I know you love me.  I love you, too."  Vonna kissed her aunt.  Not 
a relatively friendly kiss.  Really kissing.  Hard, ferocious, open-mouthed, 
tongues in play.  Then, a fury of hands groping.  Saroya had the advantage since 
Vonna was already nude, and groped her niece's exposed breasts.  Vonna was 
resourceful with dexterity, unbuttoning Saroya's blouse without interrupting 
their smoochfest.  

I snatched my camera from the floor where I'd left it and started shooting, to 
capture the rapture.  Vonna was going to get bushel-baskets of cash for this 
woman-on-woman display.  I chuckled at Saroya, straight-laced businesswoman,  
exposed as a sex-crazed hottie who swung both ways.     

The two women shared their passion.  Vonna pulled back Saroya's blouse to expose 
the same hammock bra I'd seen before, cradling Saroya's big tits.  To help the 
process along, I pulled Saroya's slacks to her ankles.  Her round but firm ass 
was all too familiar.
  
Vonna and Saroya dropped to the floor.  Vonna released Saroya's bra.  Those 
succulent breasts, on which I'd feasted, were in Vonna's hands.  Saroya's only 
remaining clothing was a pair of frilly white panties.  The two women assumed a 
horizontal position, Saroya on top.  They laid, breast-to-breast, legs spread, 
hands roaming.  I moved around them, shooting from the angles and exposures they 
gave me.  They were in no state of mind to take direction.  To Saroya, I was the 
enemy.  I didn't know what Vonna thought of me, but at minimum I was the 
chronicler of their aunt-niece tryst.  Their hands were now probing at each 
other's pussies.  Vonna had her hand into her aunt's panties, while Saroya had a 
clear path to Vonna's moist cunt.

Three-ways, Vonna had said.  I was still nude, with a resurgent erection.  
Fucking Saroya again would prorate the money I'd lost over two sex acts instead 
of one.  I put the camera back on the tripod and aimed at the writhing duo.  
Remote in hand, I knelt behind the prone couple and ripped Saroya's panties off.  
Her cunt lips gleamed with natural lubrication.  I slid forward, trying not to 
put my weight on the stack of females.  By spreading my legs outside of theirs, 
I had a clear shot, and I took it.  Saroya must have been serviced by a number 
of cocks fatter than mine, because I entered easily.  Saroya's vocal reaction 
was muted by Vonna's mouth.  

I didn't know how long Saroya would be compliant under the influence of the 
pheromones, so I hurried.  I pumped and pumped and pumped.  Saroya's hips 
bounced with every attack.  Her belly bounced on Vonna's.  The entire 
circumstance was completely erotic.  Then I spotted a double-headed dildo in 
Vonna's box of sex toys.  I unmounted my enemy and fumbled through the contents 
of Saroya's purse looking for Zenellis's second sex product.  Sure enough, a 
partial tube of Couples, the lubricant/adhesive.  I coated one end of the dildo, 
the fatter one, liberally with the gel.  The other end, destined for Vonna, I 
left alone.  The dildo had a larger circumference than my dick, a better fit for 
Saroya's stretched pussy.  She moaned as the lubed cold plastic slid in.  I 
maneuvered the other end into Vonna's juicy box.  With one hand on the middle, I 
wiggled the dildo, penetrating them simultaneously.  They thrashed against each 
other, kissing, sucking on earlobes, squeezing breasts.  When I let go, both of 
them took a grip.  I shot more pictures of them in dual pleasuring until the 
camera showed a full memory disk.

I could barely get to my knees.  I slipped the miniature hard drive into my bag 
and put a fresh one into the camera.  Since they were still at it, I took a few 
shots of them on the floor, until Saroya stood up, naked.  The dildo hung from 
her crotch, stuck by Couples gel.

"Give me that," she reached for the camera even as I took photos of her, nude.  
Even when she was a demanding bitch or with a long rubber cock hanging from her 
pussy, Saroya was still a completely sexy broad.  I was so distracted she 
grabbed the camera from my shooting hand.

"Be careful, that's a loaner," I warned.

"I don't care about the camera.  I want the contents."  She fumbled with the 
camera, looking for an opening.  

"These pictures are Vonna's to do with as she sees fit."

"Ah, but you took some with me, and you didn't have my permission."

She hadn't agreed to let me stick my prick in her either, and I'd done that.  
"You weren't invited to this shoot.  Since staying was voluntary, I have your 
implied permission."

"I was under the influence of that damn -"

"And I had no part in that.  You let yourself in, for cripes sake.  You could 
have walked away at any time."

"And I can drive right over to my lawyer's office and have those pictures tied 
up for years in court."  Saroya gave me the camera and held out her hand.  "The 
memory chip."

"It's a small hard disk," I explained.

"Whatever!"

I popped the side door and pressed the eject button.  "Here."

Vonna got up slowly.  "What are you doing?"

"Your aunt demands I turn over the camera memory disk."

"No!" shouted Vonna.  "Those are my meal ticket."  

I shrugged and handed Saroya the tiny mechanism.  She scanned the room for her 
shoes, grabbed one of her high heels and smashed it against the fragile drive.

Vonna sobbed in her hands.  Then she stared at her aunt.  "How could you?"  She 
hammered her fists on Saroya, who lifted her arms to protect herself.  Too bad I 
didn't have a third disk, or I'd have captured a nude fight scene.  How much do 
those get on the market?

Saroya pushed Vonna away, backed off, panting from the physical exertion.  The 
dildo finally came loose, dropping to the carpet.  Splotches of cunt juice and 
Couples decorated the inside of her thighs.  She cleaned them up with her 
panties, left on the floor.  "You haven't heard the last of me, Marcus."  She 
put on her pants without panties and her blouse without a bra.  "And keep your 
filthy hands off my niece."  She tried to hug Vonna, but Vonna turned away, 
still crying.  After her hasty dressing, holding her shoes by the straps, she 
strutted from the apartment.  Her damp panties and hammock bra laid on the floor 
as souvenirs.

Vonna's expression was one of resignation.  She plopped onto the sofa.  Our 
sofa, the sex sofa.  "What will I do now?: she asked.

I reached into my bag and held up the original hard drive with almost all of the 
pictures.  "You'll sell these to the agency and make a small fortune.  That will 
get you back on your feet."

Her eyes went wide.  A smile returned to her face.  She jumped from the couch, 
ran to me and threw her arms around me.  "Oh thank you.  Thank you so much."  
She kissed me hard.  My arms met behind her.  The kissing was serious, 
passionate.  My dick, which always reacts when necessary, lifted from limp.  

"Are you still frisky, after all of that sex play with your aunt?"

Vonna's hand found my erection and played with it, using on the tips of her 
fingers.  "There's nothing like the real thing."  Blood pumped hard, bringing me 
to full stature.  

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to keep my word."  I didn't believe I was saying it as 
I spoke the words.  "We're not going to have sex."

"Oh, but this is different."  Vonna stroked my cock with an enthusiastic pumping 
that almost collapsed my legs.  "That was incidental sex, during the shoot.  
This is intentional sex, with a specific reason."

"And that is?"

"You deserve a reward, my hero" she said.  "Sit down."

Far be it from me to refuse a generous offer like that.  I dropped onto the 
sofa.  Vonna sat on my lap, backwards, just like our first coupling.  I wondered 
if there was anything left in the tube of Couples that we could use to glue our 
sex organs together.  The thought was quickly interrupted by Vonna's humping 
motion.  I held her breasts and fingered her nipples, reliving our memorable 
first time.  Only this time, before we'd gone too long, she got up and turned 
around to face me, straddled my thighs and put me in my place, which was her 
juicy place, kissing me as we fucked.  

It was a prolonged encounter, starting slow, and we made the most of it.  
Vonna's pussy wasn't as firm and her muscles must have been tired because she 
wasn't clamping down like before, but the ride was still hot, heavy and 
completely enjoyable.  And private.  No photos for a change.

"Did you see my aunt with the dildo stuck up her vagina?" asked Vonna just 
before cum jetted out of my cock.  "That was a stitch!"

We laughed in each other's arms.  And during the shared humor, my cock pulsed.

"So soon?" she cooed.

I laid her back on our couch and climbed on top.  "Does the reward come with a 
bonus?"

"A cum bonus?  I hope so."  Vonna kissed me tenderly, like a lover would.  "This 
won't be the last time, you know.  I think I'm a-ddic-ted."

"To my dick?"

We both laughed at the bad joke.  I prayed she was right.

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An Original H M Tale 

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