One of my cleaner stories. For those of you who have been at this awhile, you'll notice it's a little dated.
Female Model for Erotic Photos (Various)
Greetings, I'm a self-employed author of erotica in search of a model for admittedly amateurish (I lack a proper photographer's studio), but hopefully effective, custom photographs I can use for book covers, chapter leads, etc. Other than doing a stint teaching photography many moons ago, this is a new venture for me. I'm looking for someone who obviously isn't bashful and would like to make a few bucks. The ideal candidate must be 18 or older and willing to be photographed topless and in varying stages of undress. I'm not interested in lots of tattoos or piercings... there needs to be an aura of mainstream wholesomeness that will appeal to the masses... my apologies if this leaves you out. You must also be willing to sign a model release so I can use your pictures commercially. If desired by you, the final pictures can be edited to keep your identity anonymous, so don't fret. Fifty dollars an hour will be the starting rate, payable at the time of the session. If you are interested in pursuing this further, please send me an email with a current picture if possible, and we'll go from there. Thank you for looking, S.
This is how it all started a couple of days ago. You would think such an innocuous add would achieve few results, but in today’s economy young women are almost desperate for a way to make a few extra dollars. Within thirty minutes of posting my ad, I already had one response from a young girl at the local community college. Ten minutes later I had another one and then someone at Craigslist flagged my add and removed it.
This is a true story.
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Writing erotica is a pleasant way to pass the time and you would be surprised at how well some of the authors do. Over the course of a year I’ve e-published sixteen short stories and one anthology. Depending on who I sell them through, primarily Barnes and Noble and a few on the more prudish Amazon, I can make anywhere from three hundred to a thousand a month in extra fun money. Writing them and publishing them is relatively easy… it just takes time and a story that triggers your imagination. Finding a good cover shot that really speaks to the story, now that’s an art.
I’ve spent hours roaming the internet and sifting through royalty free sites like Fotolia, and I have to say, the best photos are on the blogs of Tumblr, which is a bummer. These photos are virtually impossible to trace to their owners and when you do, it usually turns out to be someone named Markin in Croatia who won’t email you back. Hence, the bright idea to find my own model who can pose for exactly the photo I want at roughly the same cost. Eureka! I had no idea what a “eureka” moment it was really going to be.
~Katie~
The first response from the college student looked okay, but the second one really triggered my interest. It was a picture of a slim young lady standing in front of a mirror in a bra and sweat-pants. She had a beautiful dusky tan coloring and round, full breasts. Her picture didn’t include her head, but I thought from what I saw that I could make it work. I was definitely aroused.
After a series of emails back and forth, we arranged a day we could meet. She was nineteen and working as a coffee barista, so she couldn’t afford a car. I was to pick her up Thursday morning at a neutral spot downtown and then we’d go from there.
Thursday rolled around bright and clear so after showering and shaving, I hopped in my little convertible full of anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see what she was really like and the idea of her taking her clothes off for me, and posing, made my dick hard just thinking about it.
Traffic wasn’t too bad so it was close to ten when I pulled up in front of the public square we had picked. She was to be dressed in jeans and said she would wear a light blue jacket so I could pick her out. At first I didn’t see her and I was devastated, but after a moment I noticed a young girl with a bag sitting on a bench on the other side of the square in jeans and a light blue jacket. I parked illegally and left my hazards going while I walked across the park.
“Katie?” I hesitantly asked. Hoping it was her because she was beautiful. She had dark hair put up in a sort of bun, and a thin, almost feline face.
She hesitated for a moment before she answered and I could see her giving me the once over. Did I look like some crazy who was going to drag her off to a basement where she would never be seen again, or did I look like someone she would feel comfortable taking her clothes off for while I took close up pictures of her privates? Wow. It must have been the latter because she looked me in the eye and said, “S.?” My heart could have exploded.
“Yes. Let me get your bag for you,” I quickly replied to show I had manners and she nodded yes. I was a little surprised she was so agreeable so quick, but in for a dime, in for a dollar, I guess.
We hopped in my car and I took a minute to put the top down before we pulled away. I saw her checking the cool little car out from the corner of my eye and I was pleased I didn’t drive an old beater. There’s something trustworthy about a nice car.
We passed the time pleasantly driving back toward my house. I explained to her that a lot of my writing had to do with girls who were taken against their will so some of the photos would involve being tied or handcuffed, and also that I would like to take some outside. I knew of a deserted barn not too far from where I lived and time permitting, I told her I would like to take her there for some pictures, as well. She was agreeable to it all and after a while became quite animated talking about her life and friends. It appeared she was keeping what she was doing secret from all of her friends and was hoping to use the money to surprise her boyfriend with a trip to a ski-lodge not too far from us.
When we got to my house, I took her bag in for her again. It was light, and peaking into it, I was pleased to see it contained what looked like a bikini and a short skirt of some sort. I had asked her to wear matching panties and bra, jeans and a button down shirt, and asked her to bring a swimsuit and short skirt if she had one. I guess she did.
I took her jacket for her and put it over the back of the couch. “So where to begin,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had never done this before and was a little unsure. “Oh, here,” I said leading her over to the dining room table. “Here’s the model release form I told you about. It allows me to use your pictures for my books. We’ll take a look at the pictures on my computer when we’re done and if there any that you disagree with, we’ll just delete them. Also, I need to verify your age. I don’t need to wind up in jail over this,” I said with another nervous laugh.
Katie laughed too and digging through her wallet, found her driver’s license and gave it to me. “January, 1999. Perfect,” I said and had her sign the release. “Let’s take your stuff and start upstairs.”
I led her to a guest room on the second floor that I had set up for the shoot. I had a couple of old spot-light type lamps from the fifties that I put different watt bulbs in so I could do ultra bright or shaded, a tripod, and a fairly decent digital camera.
Katie stood hugging herself nervously by the bed while I turned on the camera and took a few pictures of her.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Go ahead and undress,” I said as calmly as I could. “Start with your top and we’ll go from there.”
She unbuttoned her shirt to expose her beautiful red bra. After taking a few quick pictures, my hard on urged me to ask her to go ahead and take her shirt and bra off. She hesitated for the briefest of moments, and like I imagine a true pro would, slipped her shirt off and undoing her bra, dropped it on the bed behind her. When her beautiful, full nipples sprang forth I could feel myself blushing and my hard on pressing against my jeans. I’m afraid I stood there flabbergasted for a minute; the blood running to both my blushing face and throbbing cock leaving me a little light headed.
“How’s this?” she asked without missing a beat as she crawled up on the bed and undoing her jeans, started to pull them down.
“Uh, that’s great,” I’m afraid I sort of whispered as I pulled my shirt out of my jeans to cover myself . “Good job,” I said lamely.
Katie continued to do an excellent job of teasing me and the camera as she slid her hands up and down her lean stomach and over her firm breasts that stretched taught under her ministrations, but sprang right back to attention.
Not knowing what else to do, she paused for a moment with her pants unzipped and asked, “What would you like me to do now?”
“Go ahead and take your pants off,” I stammered.
Willingly, she slipped them off, with her underwear, and asked for her bag. Speechless at her shaved beauty, I handed her her bag and she pulled out a little spritzer bottle.
“It’ll look that much better if I moisten up a bit,” she said and leaning back, pumped a light mist of water vapor over her torso that she smoothed out to give her a beautiful, almost basted, hue. “There you go. Try that,” she said and laid back, arching her hips slightly in the air.
“Oh my god, yes,” I moaned as I zoomed in and out, silently clicking pictures.
She laid there silently while I took pictures, watching me, and after a moment of neither of us talking, she seemed to make her mind up to something and said, “Okay, why don’t you take a picture of my derriere,” and climbed off the bed. Leaning over the bed slightly, she spread her legs and cupping her beautiful cheeks, tauntingly spread herself to give me a perfect view.
“Jesus, Katie, you’re perfect,” I said quietly as I clicked away.
Holding herself open like that, while looking down at the bed, she said quietly, “You really want to touch me now, don’t you?”
Not believing what I had heard, unsure of where she was going, I lowered the camera, and said tentatively, “Yes.”
“I’ll make you a deal. If you pay me one hundred dollars an hour, I’ll stay as long as you want and… and do anything you want,” she said, still not looking at me.
My cock was trying to tear a hole through my pants as I swallowed, and said, “Anything?”
“Anything,” she whispered.
“Okay… but stay like that,” I said, setting my camera on the ground and fumbling in my pockets, pulled out a condom before I unzipped my pants.
Pushing my pants and underwear down around my knees, I tore open the condom and rolled it on with slightly trembling hands. I couldn’t believe she was doing this and I wanted to take advantage before she changed her mind.
Stepping in close behind her, I whispered encouragingly to no one in particular, “Just like that,” and licking my hand, slid my hand between her open thighs to lubricate her. Sliding my fingers along her lips, I was pleased to feel her already a little wet.
I put one hand on hers, still holding her delicious ass open to me, while with my other I guided my condom wrapped cock along her hot, wet lips, until feeling the slight opening of her hole, slowly drove myself in her.
She was unbelievably tight. Her cunt was a hot, wet, channel, squeezing my dick as I gripped her hips and slowly buried my throbbing shaft half way inside her. Pulling out a little to moisten myself, I slowly continued my drive up her tight hole until at last I was buried to the hilt, the head of my cock pushing against her womb, stretching her as my hips crushed into her hard butt, flattening her cheeks.
“Yes,” she moaned and letting go of her ass, braced herself against the bed.
Holding her by the hips, I stood behind her and watched in awe as my cock slid and out the pussy of this totally gorgeous young girl under me.
Letting go of her hips, I leaned over her as she held herself up under me so I could slide my hands around her and cup her magnificent, full orbs of firm tit in my caressing, squeezing hands. I kissed the small of her neck as rhythmically, I arched my back to thrust my cock long and slow in her cunt as I alternately squeezed her tits and slid my hands down her lean, firm stomach.
“Turn over,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled languorously out of her.
She rolled over on the bed, her hips on the edge and her toes dancing delicately on the floor to hold her legs wide for me as she leaned back and closed her eyes. I stepped between her thighs and having to crouch a little, guided my cock into her hole. Standing there, sunk deep in the tight caress of her hole, I slowly stroked in and out of her as I unbuttoned my shirt. Tossing my shirt aside, I laid on top of her, my stomach feeling the heat of her stomach, my chest cushioned, flattening her firm tits. She was shorter than I, so my chin rested on top of her head and I smelled the watermelon scent of her shampoo as my hands slid along her thin arms and clasped her hands. Stretching her arms above her, I held her as I pumped, my legs flexing, toes of my shoes digging into the carpet for purchase as I pushed deep inside her, my heavy body pinning her to the bed.
Grunting as I slammed home, the bed rocking into the wall with my thrusts, I felt myself starting to cum, so I let her hands go and standing between her legs again, grabbed her lean legs just above her knees and roughly spread her wide as I leaned into her, drilling her rapid fire, her awesome tits snapping to my thrusts. “Oh, my god!” I groaned as I started to cum. Leaning over her, grabbing her by her ankles now and pile driving deep, I ground into her with all my weight, crushing her on the bed as my cock pumped hard, squirting jets of hot cum into the head of the condom.
Gritting my teeth, trying to get even deeper inside her lithe young body, I spent the last of my cum with a shudder. Finally empty, I let her legs go and lay my sweaty body across her to whisper in her hair, “That was incredible, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispered back from underneath me.
Sitting up and trying to slip out of her without leaking any cum in her, I walked to the bathroom and flushed the used condom down the toilet. Wiping myself with a towel, I pulled my pants back up. Finished, I took her my wife’s bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door.
Handing her the bathrobe, I asked, “Would you like some tea?”
“Yes, please,” she said and standing, slipped on the robe.
“Follow me,” and I led her downstairs to our living room where two couches faced each other across a low, long coffee table.
She curled up on one couch, tucking her feet under her and drawing the robe closed around her, while I went to make tea.
Absentmindedly, she played with her short hair when I came back and made myself comfortable on the couch across from her. Not knowing what else to say, I said, “You know, I never did get some of the pictures I was hoping to. I sort of became preoccupied there,” with a little laugh.
Katie looked at a clock I had on the fireplace mantle which read 12:15.
“You’re fifteen minutes into another hour,” she said. Opening her robe a bit, she added, “Do you want to make it a fifty dollar hour, or a hundred dollar hour?”
“Well, I’d love to make a hundred dollar hour, but I’m afraid I only had the one condom. After our second kid, I did the operation and now I’m shooting blanks, so condoms aren’t really something I have laying around. I wish I did,” I said.
Meanwhile, the teapot had started whistling so I got up to make our tea. Coming back into the room, I handed Katie her tea and while I was standing in front of her, she playfully stroked what seemed to be an ever present hard on I have when in her company. “You know, not everything needs a condom,” she said.
“Oh?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
She set her tea down and sitting forward on the couch, unfastened my pants. Pulling them down my thighs along with my underwear, my throbbing cock sprang free in front of her.
She stroked me lightly with her slim cool hand, her white tipped nails contrasting beautifully with the deep hues of my cock. Licking her lips teasingly, she kissed the tip of my penis and delicately licked it with her hot tongue. I was like a rock as she bobbed her head lightly, the head of my cock disappearing between the soft lips of her mouth. She sucked me lightly while her tongue flitted over my cock, driving me to hold her head and lean back, moaning, as I tried not to just ram my cock in her throat. She could only take half of me so I slowly slid in and out of her mouth, pushing until my head slid over her tongue to be stopped by the back of her throat. Holding it firmly there, I pushed a little harder but Katie pulled back and gagged for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know how to deep throat.”
“Here,” I said as I guided her by her shoulders to lie on her back on the coffee table. “Hang your head over the edge,” so it was upside down, “and we’ll try it that way.”
She did as I asked and I knelt on the ground before her. Opening her robe so I could cup her gorgeous tits, she reached behind me and pulled me into her open mouth by my ass. When I reached the back of her throat this time, she was still tight so I whispered, “Swallow.” She did, and the amazing feeling of her throat sucking my cock into her almost made me cum. She wasn’t ready for the feel of my cock sliding down her throat and she pushed me away and coughed, gagging for a second.
“Sorry,” she said. “Let’s try it again.”
Again, she drew me into her mouth by my ass, only this time, as soon as the head of my cock pressed against the back of her mouth, she swallowed and pulled me deep into her at the same time. My rock hard head and shaft were plainly visible sliding down her lean throat until I reached my limit and my balls pushed firmly into her face. “Yes,” I moaned and slowly fucked her throat, watching mesmerized as my cock pumped up and down until she pushed me gently away by my hips. Gasping for air, but not gagging this time, she pulled me in again, but this time as my balls slapped against her face and my cock stretched her throat wide, I squeezed one tit before I leaned over her to slip two fingers in her wet, hot cunt, and finger fuck her cunt as I fucked her face with my raging hard on.
I continued this for a minute as her hips raised to meet my fucking fingers, and then I slipped both hands under, squeezing her firm butt cheeks as I braced myself with my elbows and raised her hot wet lips to my mouth. Sucking, tickling the nub of her clit with my tongue, she took a quick breather and then pulled my cock back in her throat. Pumping her face harder, my fingers found her tight asshole and pulling her apart, slipped first one finger from one hand and then another from the other hand in her tight ass and alternately fucked her ass and pulled her apart as I sucked on her clit and fucked her throat.
Gasping, she pulled my dick out of her and said, “Yes!” as I finger fucked her ass. She started to pump her ass up and down on my fingers as hurriedly she pulled me into her mouth one more time. Fucking her throat with abandon this time, the back of her head knocking against the table as I drove into her, her ass bobbed faster and faster on my fingers. Pulling me out of her mouth, she groaned and I felt her twist to turn over under me.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered hoarsely as she got on her knees under me and pulled her robe up.
“Hold on,” I croaked as I pulled up my pants and ran to the kitchen. Returning, I had a bottle of olive oil (extra virgin) and I slathered some along my shaft and then poured a dribble in the cleft of her ass that I worked into her hole with my thumb.
Sitting up briefly, she pulled her robe off and then crouching on all fours in front of me again, held tight to the edge of the table, spread her legs as far as they would go without falling off, and nodded.
I needed no further encouragement. I pulled her hips back to me a little and sliding my cock down the cleft of her butt cheek till it centered over the pink, puckered hole of her ass, I held myself still and leaned into her, all two hundred pounds of me centered on the tip of my thick, swollen cock. At first her butt dimpled under me but then instantly, my head disappeared in her ass and Katie reared her head back and moaned.
“Oh my god, Katie, you’re so tight!” I hissed. “Are you okay?”
Her knuckles were white as she held onto the table but gamely she nodded her head. Holding her hips, I slid my way between those beautiful cheeks of her butt, the olive oil making her smooth, into the furnace-like heat of her tight ass. Deeper I went and she tensed under me, her thighs trembling slightly as I hesitated for a moment before I sank all the way home; my shaft buried to the hilt in her tight ass. Still I drove, leaning into her, her upraised ass cushioning my hard hips as they ground into her and flattened her clenched buttocks.
“Yes,” she gasped under me. “Keep going!”
Pushing hard into her, stirring her insides with my dick as I ground to go ever deeper, I slowly crushed her flat on the table as I climbed on to ride her down. Pressing her flat onto the table, her hands still white-knuckling the edges and her spread legs curled up to point at the ceiling with clenched toes, I felt the head of my cock meet the hard table as I drove mercilessly through her slim, teenage body.
Holding myself aloft over her, I stopped my onslaught momentarily to pull out, and then I began fucking her ass in earnest. I drove hard into her and heard her gasp as each time I pulled almost all the way out and then dropped on her like a jack hammer, my cock driving through her to hit the table and slide up a little toward her breast before I pulled out and did it again, and again, …and again.
“Oh my god, Katie!” I hissed above her as I fucked her ass like a machine, sweat starting to sheen on my body. “I’m going to cum!”
“Yes!” she croaked under me and raised her ass to meet my horse fucking pile drives, slamming into her, slapping her upraised hips into the table again and again so the slapping sound of my hips driving into her ass melded with the dull clunk of her hips being driven into the table.
“Ah!” I half grunted, half hollered as I drove home one last time and pumping my cum deep inside her at first, pinning her to the table, I quickly pulled out and squirted thick ropey jets of white cum over her ass till it pooled between her butt cheeks and dripped along the swollen bud of her clit to drip on the coffee table.
“Oh my god,” I moaned as I lay across her exhausted, my heart pounding so we both could feel it. “Thank you.”
Laying on her back I heard the clock chime one. Looking up at it, I turned to whisper in Katie’s ear, “It’s time for me to take you home. My wife will be home in an hour.”