Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: With little regret, Dillon slides into perversion|
The Photographer III
Dillon called Tanya from the studio. She sounded pleased to hear from him, and suggested they meet for dinner. Dillon agreed, informing her she should decide on a restaurant. It took her no time at all, and Dillon scribbled down the name of the restaurant on a scrap of paper from his desk. He would meet her there in an hour, he told her.
Dillon had a date with Tanya, he told the girls in the cab, as they snuggled up to him. He was meeting her at a restaurant soon, he said.
“Oh Dillon,” Masha said, sounding impressed. “She’s expensive!” Ana added that one could buy a car for what men paid for time with her.
“And she is very nice, Dillon,” Ana said approvingly. “She hardly ever works. Where are you taking her? Straight to bed?” Hardly Dillon thought, recalling how his penis had remained flaccid during and after the cock-cleaning tonguing the young nymph had given him following her ass drilling. She had cleaned it very well, only moments before. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, showing it to the girls. They glanced at the paper, not recognizing the alphabet it was written in. He tried his best to pronounce the name of the restaurant, recalling Tanya giving the name to him over the phone. The girls cooed and agreed it was a very nice restaurant.
“Did you make reservations?” Masha asked Dillon. He shook his head. Soon Masha was on her phone speaking to Mikhail, explaining Dillon’s lack of foresight and planning.
“See if you can get them a table on the river, Daddy, please!” Masha said into the phone. She looked pleased with herself when she returned her phone to her bag. “Mikhail will get you a table, Dillon, and probably the best on the patio.” Dillon was appreciative, though he began to grow concerned he wasn’t dressed appropriately. He looked down at himself, sighing. Ana giggled, and leaned forward, quickly giving their driver directions to a men’s clothing store. Soon, Dillon was producing his credit card to a clothing clerk at a stylish men’s clothing store. Masha and Ana looked at him approvingly.
“You are a very handsome American,” they said as they climbed back into the waiting cab. Not much later, the driver pulled down a long driveway, and stopped at a guarded security gate. The girls squealed happy acknowledgments to the lethal looking guard, who smiled and waved the cab through. Dillon took in Mikhail's large estate, his eyes wandering over the vast property with awe. Soon, the taxi stopped in front of a large, old-style chateau mansion. Kissing both girls good night, Dillon promised to meet them at the studio the next morning.
The cab ride to the restaurant was quite. Dillon, suddenly lonely, reflected on his day. Professionally, it had been a huge success, he suspected. Personally, it had been shocking. He was surprised how well he had handled his encounter with Masha, recalling how the hot looking youngster had given him memorable hand-job while telling him that remarkable erotic story. As Dillon gazed out of his window, admiring the gorgeous Kiev, the city falling dark, it’s lights began their celebration. Dillon was more surprised that he had taken young Anastasia anally. He admitted to himself he never considered not ass-fucking her, once it had been established he could, if he chose, ass-fuck the young teen.
What was so shocking was his discovery of his fetish. Or rather, perhaps his sickness. He was raised in a land that called his actions Taboo! Americans did not photograph naked fourteen-year-olds. They didn’t expose themselves to them either. And certainly, they didn’t pump large amounts of body-fluid into their intestines! Good lord, Dillon thought, suddenly very ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of perverting his profession. He was ashamed of the arousal he had felt, and certainly, mostly ashamed of the actions he had taken. Furthermore, he was ashamed and alarmed because he knew, he was certain, that if he found himself in the same situation the next day, he would act in the same way. Fuck, he thought. You’re a sicko. The cab stopped.
Dillon looked out the window again, and saw a stunning woman looking at him, smiling. Tanya! Dillon shoved his evil thoughts to that giant area men reserve in their minds for such things, and smiled back at the blonde. He was grateful the girls had helped him get some nice clothes, Tanya was dressed well, looking like a dream. Dillon climbed out of the grab and she greeted him with a small kiss on his cheek. After paying the cabbie, he took Tanya’s small hand into his and led her into the crowded restaurant.
“There is quite a long wait for a table Dillon, perhaps we should get a drink and walk along the river,” Tanya suggested, looking up at Dillon with a smile. He squeezed her hand gently, asking for a chance to get them a table. Approaching the front desk, Dillon caught the eye of an older man who stood behind the desk. Dillon mentioned to the man that he may have a reservation, maybe under the name of Dillon, or perhaps Mikhail. The man’s eyes shown in recognition.
“Certainly Mr. August, I have a table for you and your lovely guest,” The man said in perfect English. “If she is ready, it would be a pleasure for me to show you to your table.” Dillon looked down at Tanya, and informed her of their fortunate luck.
“He seems to have a table for us,” Dillon said. Tanya looked at him with no small bit of awe in her eyes. “A friend helped me with a reservation,” he admitted. Tanya seemed to understand, but was no less happy when the kind host delivered them to a riverside table. The large patio behind the restaurant held more than two dozen tables, all full. The landscaping was remarkable, thought Dillon, as he admired the gardens, statues, and fountains. The Voltok River flowed through a canal, only feet from their table. As they took their seats, Dillon made a mental note to thank Masha and Mikhail. He had never been blessed with powerful, influential friends before. Even if his new friends were of the shadiest sort, he briefly wallowed in his good fortune.
“Have you enjoyed the fine caviar from our region, Dillon?” Tanya asked him. He told her no....Nyet!
“I have not tried your local caviar, Tanya. In fact, I have never had caviar of any region,” Dillon admitted. Tanya raised her small hand to her pretty mouth and gasped. When the young waiter approached their table, Tanya asked Dillon if it would be ok if she ordered the caviar and drinks. Certainly! Taking in his surroundings, admiring his beautiful young date, Dillon a rush of good fortune again. It was followed with a feeling of impending dread. Where it came from he did not know. Yet their it was. He looked at Tanya.
“Did you have a productive day, Dillon?” Tanya asked him, reaching for his hand. He found her eyes, not knowing how he would respond. Her eyes searched his, her brows raised in curiosity, and then lowered in understanding. “Would you like to talk about it, Dillon?”
“I would love to, but after dinner, I still need to organize my thoughts,” Dillon said with a sigh, feeling some dread fall from around his heart. Dillon began to inquire about Tanya, what where her hobbies, what kind of music do you like...and soon she carried his mind away from his day, as they enjoyed their caviar, champagne and then dinner. During dessert, Tanya smiled sweetly at him. He moved his chair closer to her, as she added some cream to her coffee.
“I am enjoying your company very much Dillon,” she said as he set his chair close to her and sat down. “Your Russian has improved today. Your conversation has been interesting and sweet.” Dillon thanked her. “Would you like to tell me about your day, now, my handsome American lover?” Dillon nodded, not knowing where to start, how to explain, or what she would think of his behavior. Dillon found himself hoping she would be his friend after she learned what he had done. He looked into her eyes, and saw curiosity and kindness. She waited patiently. He reached for his coffee, and leaned back in his chair.
“I had two models today. Masha and Anastasia.”
“Beautiful girls, Dillon. I hope it went well.” He held her pretty eyes in his gaze, hoping she saw his struggle. He began to tell her about his day. He told her the whole story, often unable to look her in the eyes. He started from the beginning, and ended at the end, with the girls helping him find nice clothes to wear on his date, and helping him get reservations. He sighed and rested his hands in his face. Soon, Tanya began to giggle softly.
“Poor Dillon,” She said. “My young American has violated his values.” She clearly explained to him what she thought of his behavior. She thought Masha and Ana were two of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. In her opinion, Dillon had not taken advantage of either girl, on the contrary, perhaps he had been led down his road to hell by you young demons, she said with a laugh. “At the worst, Dillon, you behaved unprofessionally.”
Dillon looked at her. She laid her hand on his face, trying to erase the stress she saw there. Relax Man! Her hand and eyes said. Soon, they walked along the river and Dillon related his most current feeling to her.
“I have fallen in love with your beautiful city, found a lucrative business. I have slept with beautiful women, and have made new and shady friends who open restaurant doors for me, and find me...you.” Dillon said, reaching for her hand. “All I have done is go against my values.” Dillon looked down at Tanya. He suddenly realized why he had felt the dread when he had sat down with Tanya, at their wonderful table, on that remarkable patio, after his historical day.
“I feel like I have sold my soul to the devil,” Dillon said. “In San Diego, I would never have had the opportunity to dine with a woman as beautiful as you, at a table that nice, after a day like I have had. I could never afford someone...like you.”
“Ridiculous Dillon.” She said with a scolding voice. “You are a man with sensitivity. A creative man with strong lean muscles and rugged good looks. And tonight you are on a date, you have not hired a woman.” Tanya stood very close to him and looked up into his eyes reaching for his head. She gave him a long kiss, pressing her body into his. Pulling back from him, she asked him to take her to his studio. She wanted to see where he worked. On the way there, she had Dillon stopped for wine, and caviar.
Dillon led her into the dark studio. He found the lights and gave her a tour. Dillon felt her fascination with his darkroom. She was very curious how he would develop his film. Dillon decided he would show her. He quickly prepared his chemicals and set a large stack of his photosensitive paper on his counter. As Tanya watched closely, he closed the door to his darkroom, and watched as he began to develop his day’s work in the glow of the room’s red lights. She asked him many questions as he worked. Good questions, and Dillon did his best, trying to explain in his technically deficient Russian vocabulary. Thirty minutes later dozens of pictures were hanging, from wires that stretched across his darkroom, drying. In the red light of the darkroom, Dillon and Tanya admired them. As they dried, Dillon began to remove them from their hangers, storing them carefully on his counter, and began to develop more. An hour later, his day’s work was done, Dillon and Tanya retired to his bedroom set, carrying a large pile of photos, wine, and caviar. Dillon turned on some mellow jazz, and opened the wine. Returning to the bedroom set, he joined a comfortable looking Tanya on the bed.
“These photos are wonderful Dillon,” She said. “I think they will be very popular.” Dillon thanked her for her compliment, and handed her a glass of wine. Together, enjoying the caviar, they slowly looked through the photos. Tanya asked Dillon if she could share a thought with him. Please! Do!
“My husband owns a website design and maintenance company. I believe Sergei and Mikhail have approached him to manage your child-porn website, from here, Kiev.” She said. Dillon pondered that. “He is often out of town finding more business for us. I work at his, our company. I design web pages, my sister manages them. My brother-in-law handles the servers and technical hardware. We could easily get your website up and running.” Tanya reached for the photo of Masha Dillon had been looking at.
“Remarkable girl. So beautiful. So innocent.” Tanya commented. “Dillon, it is hard to believe she is still a virgin, yet here it is, she is whole and pure.” Tanya sighed. Dillon was growing a little excited sitting next to the attractive and interesting woman. He was uncertain if it was her or the photos, but he was getting an erection. Dillon poured her more wine, and set the empty tin of caviar on the vanity. As they looked at more and more photos, Tanya snuggled closely to Dillon, kicking off her shoes and removing her fine stockings. Dillon slowly stroked her arm, as she admired his work. Eventually, Tanya turned her attention to Dillon’s hardening prick. Her hand found it’s way into his pants. Short minutes later, Dillon was lying naked in bed, as Tanya had deftly removed his clothes without Dillon hardly lifting a finger. As his eyes drifted over her longingly, she dropped her dress on the floor. Her figure looked wonderfully feminine. Remarkably curved, Dillon saw no nearly straight lines on her. She was soft in all the right places, firm in the rest, as he ran his hands over her well toned body. He asked her if she danced.
“Aerobics. Six hours a week, lover,” she said, taking his cock into her mouth. Soon she reversed her position, and lowered her warm bald pussy onto Dillon’s mouth, and he gently tongued her. Dillon was pleased when she soon came, and he slid his finger in her ass, receiving a groan from Tanya. Dillon fingered her ass as the tip of his cock penetrated her throat. She massaged his tired balls. And swallowed his moderate load with satisfaction. Dillon rolled the his beautiful friend off him, and licked her to several more orgasms, before she pulled him up and kissed him deeply, pulling the covers over his body and snuggling up to him.
Dillon woke to sharp knocking on his studio door. Tanya squirmed awake in his arms, still cuddled up to him. He had a strong morning erection. Slipping out of bed and pulling on his pants, Dillon opened his office door, finding Masha and Ana smiling up at him, holding several large Styrofoam cups of hot steaming coffee. The girls quickly squeezed by him into the office. As Dillon closed the door, the girls squealed, and ran, hopping into the bed with the smiling Tanya. She hugged the girls warmly. Soon, the girls parted as Dillon assumed his rightful spot next to his gorgeous sleep-over friend. The girls continued to chat away, non-stop, as Tanya and Dillon slowly awoke, sipping their coffee. Soon, the girls inquired of Tanya if she had enjoyed their dinner.
“I would have enjoyed cheese and crackers if Dillon had served them to me,” She said sweetly.
“He’s so dreamy,” said Ana. Masha agreed, finding the photos. As Tanya and the girls began to admire them, Dillon went to the bathroom. After peeing and washing his cock, hands, and then face, Dillon returned to the studio, pulling his chair up and resting his feet on the bed. Ana was talking to Tanya, agreeing with her about something.
“My ass is so sore I can hardly sit. I took a pain pill last night,” little Ana admitted, joining the other girls as they giggled.
“Our pleasures last night were strictly oral,” Tanya admitted with a smile. Dillon felt himself blush heavily as the girls turned their gazes on him.
“Ana wants to milk poor Dillon like a cow.” Masha claimed. “She’s such a little sperm-whore. She claims Dillon’s is the best.” Tanya agreed Dillon’s was the tastiest.
Masha launched into a monolog, explaining how much work they had to do today. She then explained how she and Dillon would manage to get it all done. Tanya commented occasionally, while Ana stared at Dillon dreamily, as Dillon tried to enjoy his coffee, and finding himself appreciating Masha’s obviously organized skills. Dillon asked if he would have time for a shower at his apartment. Masha said he would, if they left soon, and he hurried. She was calling for two cabs as he dressed. The two young girls ran off to his darkroom, as Tanya climbed out of bed, naked and beautiful. Dillon asked her to join him again this evening.
“Yes Dillon. My husband will be out of town for two more days at least.” She said. “I would like to spend my spare time with you.” He asked her to please make plans, he promised to be ready by eight.
“We will go to the ballet. I will call Mikhail and have him get the tickets,” She offered. It sounded good to Dillon, but....
“Do you have a suit, Dillon?” He shook his head. “I’ll take care of that too. Can you take a few minutes to stop by a tailor’s shop not far from here, later, perhaps?” He nodded. She kissed him on the lips sweetly. He pinched her on the butt, chauvinistically. He walked her to her cab, and told her he enjoyed spending time with her. She suggested he try to behave himself today.
“Not for me Dillon,” She explained. “But for your own narrow values, for you own sake.”
More than three dozen young and nude teenage girls stood or sat on front of Dillon, at the downtown-teen-whore house. He had an embarrassingly large erection and felt certain more than two thirds of the young girls were focused on it. One after another stepped forward as Masha took their name and Dillon snapped several quick but revealing digital photos of each, before he excused them. Dillon asked six of the almost “ready-to-shoot” girls to remain behind, and they patiently sat, as he and Masha examined them more closely. When the house manager mentioned two of the girls had either morning or afternoon appointments, Dillon excused those two. After Dillon inquired whether any of the girls felt she would not like to be photographed in the most revealing way, he watched them closely, as each assured they wouldn’t mind at all. Two seemed to look forward to it, so Dillon asked Masha to schedule them for tomorrow, and excused them too. He was left with his two models.
Anastasia called to Dillon from the kitchen. Soon, Dillon was seated at a large dining table enjoying a large breakfast of eggs, ham steaks, fruit and potatoes. Ana watched him closely, filling his juice glass once and bringing him a glass of cold milk. As he was finishing up, he felt her small hand travel up his short and cuddle his balls, giving them a small squeeze. Dillon felt like a fatted calf. He thanked her heartily for the fine breakfast.
Masha soon had the two remaining girls ready and packed, as Dillon hailed a cab in front of the teen whore house. Ana left in another cab, her hand clasping Masha’s credit card. Dillon and the girls stopped and bought sandwiches and snacks, whatever Masha and the girls desired. Dillon attempted to get to know the girls during the short cab ride to the studio. One was bubbly and talkative, the other, Elena, was quiet and withdrawn. He decided to shoot the bubbly one Irena, first, while Elena waited, hopefully paying attention and learning from Irena’s experience. By ten, Masha had Dillon photographing the pretty young prostitute.
Irena was a dark beauty. Larger than Masha, the prostitute managed to look remarkably innocent, after Dillon convinced her that was what he was hoping for. She had a beautiful mouth, with full red lips, and pearly white teeth. Her breasts, while certainly not giant, were unusually large for her age and slender frame. Dillon thought her young hips had a boyish look, but her soft tummy had a feminine roundness. Her little pussy was puffy, bald below her neatly trimmed triangle, and sported prominent pussy lips. With some effort Dillon coaxed the young teen through four rolls of film, before finding himself standing over her, as she lay on the bed, admiring her, and growing hard. As he loaded a new roll of film, Anastasia came dancing into the studio, dropping a heavy bag near the bedroom set.
Elena, who had been quietly watching the shoot, stood and joined Masha, as Ana pulled item after item out of the bag. She had purchased some leather-wear, straps, whips, bondage items, and other toys. Masha and Elena examined the interesting gear, as Ana joined Dillon near the bed and shared his admiration for his young nubile model. She whispered into Dillon’s ear.
“I would like to tie her up as fuck her,” She said huskily. Dillon would like to photograph that. He asked Irena to relax, while Dillon gathered some fresh film and retrieved his video camera from his closet.
His video camera was state-of-the-art, his pride and joy. As he readied his video camera, as Irena relaxed on the bed, Ana quickly stripped her clothes off. Elena and Masha eagerly helped her dress. She put on a pair of shiny black thong underwear, and shiny black boots that nearly reached her knees. Elena strapped a belt around Ana’s thin waist, as Masha slid vibrators and dildos into loops on the belt. Masha pulled Ana’s short blond hair back into a ponytail, tying it with a black ribbon, as Elena helped her don a thin black vest, that hung loosely over Ana’s shoulders, partially blocking the youngsters’s small tits. Ana looked tremendous, Dillon thought, as she gave him an evil smile and spun around, modeling her outfit for him.
Ana and Elena approached Irena, who still lay back on the bed, and began to restrain the young prostitute, as Dillon introduced Masha to his video camera. For five minutes, Masha listened closely, as Dillon explained to her how it worked. Asking questions often, Masha seemed to catch on quickly. She and Dillon wandered around the office, videotaping this and that, as Masha practiced focusing the camera, using the zoom lense. Dillon preset three buttons on the camera, within easy reach of the young girl’s fingers as she operated, that would zoom, zoom more, and zoom very close, to what she was taping. Finally, he took young Masha into the bedroom-set and they admired Ana’s bondage work.
The sexy Irena was hopelessly restrained, completely nude. She lay on her back, her arms tied over her head with leather straps, to the bed’s head board. Ana had lifted the agile young whore’s legs over her head, and had also secured them to the head board. Her firm full breasts, pussy, and little pink asshole were completely exposed. Ana had fastened a leather collar around Irena’s neck from which hung a thin metal chain. Irena looked worried, as Ana knelt over her, smiling wickedly. Dillon was pleased with Ana’s work, and made only a few small adjustments. Ana hopped down from the bed as Dillon, with his 38mm camera, and Masha with the video camera, recorded the troubled young and restrained teen.
Soon, Ana joined her on the bed again, laying a large strap-on dildo next to her. As Dillon watched, Ana began to fondle the helpless girl, cooing and giggling. Ana teased the girl, softly running small whip, that dangled leather straps, across Irena’s body. Ana kissed, sucked and fondled Irena’s full firm breast and paid them close attention. The two girls looked very sexy as Dillon and Masha filmed them. Elena sat in Dillon’s chair, not far from the bed, and slipped a small vibrator under her short dress.
Ana began to gently whip Irena’s pussy and ass, while scolding the young whore.
“You are such a filthy young slut,” Ana scolded, whipping Irena’s pussy and thighs. “I will enjoy punishing you.” Ana soon had Irena squealing in pain and pleasure.
“Please, Ana,” Irena begged. “Have mercy on me.” Ana slapped the teen slut’s face, telling her to shut up, or Ana would become enraged, and lose patience with her. Then Ana smiled at her and began to finger the young girl’s pussy, causing her to groan. Ana spun around and shoved her thong covered pussy into the restrained girl’s face, as she looked down, fingering exposed pussy.
“Suck my pussy, slut!” Ana demanded. “Or I will fart in you face and shit on your tits.” Ana leaned down and began to suck the youngster’s wet, swollen pussy lips. Irena was soon groaning louder and louder. Ana pulled her whip out again, and whipped the young girl’s ass brutally. “You will NOT come without my permission, you horny little whore!” Irena whimpered. “Keep sucking my pussy, or I will bitch-slap you silly,” Ana said, pulling off her thongs and shoving her freshly shave pussy into the squirming girls face. “Lick my asshole.”
Ana groaned from the feel of the teen whore’s tongue and the pleasure she was taking in her power over the poor girl. She further humiliated Irena, by farting in her face, and giggling. “Stick your tongue deep into my asshole, NOW!” Ana demanded, grabbing one of Irena’s nipples. “Or I will twist off your fine tits.” Dillon and Masha filmed it all. Before long, Ana stepped up her assault on the poor girl. Removing a string of shiny red marble-sized balls from her toy belt. Ana began to stuff ball after ball into the teen whore’s ass, causing a lot of wiggling, pleading and moaning. Ana seemed pleased when she had stuffed more than a dozen of the balls into her, and a small string hung out of her slightly gaped butt. Next Ana took a small pink vibrator from her toy belt, and began teasing Irena’s clit. The restrained youth continued tonguing Ana’s asshole, and Dillon was able to capture her tongue in actual penetration, as Ana farted in the poor girl’s face again, giggling. Ana removed a small dildo from her toy belt next, and allowed the young whore a break from her ass tonguing, while Ana stuffed the dildo in and out of her poor mouth.
“Suck it bitch! I’m going to stuff this in your horny little pussy.” Ana demanded. “Slobber on it now!” Ana removed the dildo from the humiliated girl’s mouth, spun around and placed her little butt hole back on Irena’s waiting mouth. Using the vibrator on Irena’s swollen clit, Ana began to stuff the small, hard dildo into her pussy. Irena squealed and squirmed. Ana smiled and began abusing the whore’s pussy with the dildo. Soon, Irena was screaming that she was going to come.
“You are NOT!” Ana yelled, pulling the dildo from the youngster’s pussy and turning off the vibrator. Irena whimpered. “Quit your whining bitch!” Ana demanded, finding her whip and viciously assaulting the restrained girl’s soft thighs. Whack! Whack! “You make me so mad, slut! I am taking all my toys back!” Irena pleaded with her tormentor.
“Please Ana, please stuff that dildo back into me, please.” But Ana ignored the girl, and began tugging on the little string hanging from the whore’s ass. “No! Please leave them in my ass, they fill me sooo good.” The first red ball plopped out of Irena’s ass, as Dillon filmed it slowly spreading the teen’s sphincter. “Oh no.” Soon, Irena’s hips were bucking, lifting Ana as she pulled ball after ball out of her tormented ass.
“My balls are dirty!” Ana claimed. “They are dirty from your filthy ass.” Dillon zoomed in the small red balls, but saw no evidence. “I must clean out your filthy ass, whore! Do you see the grief you cause me?” Ana spun around and glared at the horrified Irena. “Open your mouth!” Ana stuffed the little red balls inside Irena’s mouth. “Clean my balls, you filthy slut, or I will whip you to within an inch of your life.” With that, Ana hopped off the bed, soon to return with a pink rubber bag filled with warm water, which she hung from headboard. Ana attached the end of a long white hose to the bag and stuffed the other end into the terrified teen’s ass. Irena’s had great difficulty complaining, with her mouth full of small red balls. Ana checked that the hose was firmly planted in the whore’s ass, and then unfastened a small metal loop from the hose, giving the rubber bag a gentle squeeze. The effect on Irena was instantaneous. She spit all the red balls from her mouth.
“Oh god, Ana, please stop!” Irena pleaded. “It’s filling me, it’s filling my ass and intestines with fluid, oh please!” Ana seemed not to hear the girl, as she tucked a thick bath towel under her squirming ass, and giving the bag another squeeze. “Oh shit! Oh shit. Fucking shit! You bitch!” With that, Ana spun around and slapped the whore again.
“What did you call me?” Ana asked, stuffing her red balls back into the girl’s gaped mouth. Ana spun around again, checking that the hose was still firmly planted in the struggling girl’s ass. She squeezed the bag one more time, filling Irena with more warm water. “That should do it,” She said. “How do you feel, whore?” Irena managed to only mumble and squirm in her predicament and embarrassment of being filmed in this situation. Ana folded more of the thick towel under the poor whore’s ass, and then pulled the hose out of her ass. “Push it out, whore. Expel your filth.” Irena shook her head, mumbling and squirming uncomfortably. Ana focused on the young girl, and held her hand under her mouth. Irena slowly pushed the balls out of her mouth, into Ana’s hand.
“You can’t hold all that in you, Irena, please push it out now,” Ana said with a bit of concern. Irena shook her head.
“No, please, I’m embarrassed,” Irena admitted. “I don’t want to...want to make a mess. I don’t want them to see me do it, please Ana.” Ana lay a small hand gently on the humiliated teen’s face. Then she leaned forward and softly kissed to girl. “Please, Ana, untie me and take me to the bathroom, please.” Ana held the poor girl’s face softly. She spoke to her gently.
“I want you to loose all that water from you, Irena, now.” Ana said. “I want to watch it come out of you. Will you relax and let it, for me, Irena?” Irena shook her head, no, she wouldn’t. “It’s not good for you to hold all that inside, Irena.” No, she shook her head. She wouldn’t push it all out of her here, now. “Irena, you should understand how easily I could have you spilling your filthy water out soon.” Irena’s eyes grew wide and concerned. “I could shove a toy inside you Irena, and pull it out quickly. I hardly think you could withhold all that fluid I pumped into your intestines.”
Dillon was amazed at Ana’s torture of the young girl. Dillon watched as indecision washed over Irena’s face, causing Ana to giggle and stroke the whore’s cheeks gently with her hand.
“Have it your own way,” Ana said with regret. Ana spun around, finding her small vibrator, and set the tip of it onto Irena’s tightly clinched asshole.
“No Ana!” Irena pleaded. “No!” Her pleading fell on deaf ears, as Dillon rooted for Ana to stuff the vibrator into the tortured teen’s blocked opening. And she did. Ana poked just the tip of the small vibrator into Irena’s ass, and pulled it out quickly. A small stream of water shot out, landing on the thick bathing towel, before Irena’s tightly clinching sphincter could stop the leaking.
“Oh!” Ana gently pushed the toy back into her ass, with a smile, as she watched closely, and then pulled it out, again. A small amount of water squirted out of the girl’s ass. She quickly clinched her sphincter again. “It’s tiring me out, Ana, please stop. I am getting cramps trying to hold it in.”
“Then let go, Irena, flush you intestines out,” Ana said kindly. Irena shook her head, clinching her asshole tighter. Ana dropped the small red vibrator on the teen whore’s tummy, and picked up the thicker, softer dildo. “I am using this on you next, Irena, and it will be very uncomfortable for you take this into you ass with all that fluid in there. Let it go now, Irena, and I will strap in this dildo and give you a good fucking with it.” Irena looked at Ana. She considered her proposal. She answered.
“I’m so embarrassed Ana, but I want you to fuck me.” Ana smiled grimly at the girl and held the head of the dildo to the teen whore’s tight ass. “Ok! Ok!...wait.” Ana didn’t hesitate. She began pushing the head of the dildo into Irena’s ass. She left it in there for a moment before pumping it back and forth.
“Ahhh!” Irena yelled. “It hurts!” Ana nodded at the tortured girl, she knew it hurt. So Ana yanked the dildo out, and a flood of water shot from Irena’s ass. “Oh yes! Oh God! Oh yes!” She cried, before clinching her ass again. “Oh shit, that felt wonderful, letting all that water out.” With that, Ana cooed as Irena let the rest of the water spill out of her, onto the thick towel beneath her ass. “Oh thank god!” Ana quickly wiped the young teen’s relaxing butt, and tossed the towel into a bag beside the bed.
“Good girl, I shall fuck you now,” Ana stated. “I will fuck you hard, and perhaps let you come.” Irena thanked her and asked to be fucked hard.
“With your largest dildo, please,” She asked as Ana strapped on a fairly large, eight inch dildo. Ana teased Irena’s pussy with the tip of the dildo, while she massaged the restrained teen’s fleshy breasts. Ana kissed her nipples and gentle nibbled on them, as she slid into the squirming teen. “Fuck me Ana, fuck me Ana!” Ana did fuck her. She fucked her until the girl was on the edge of coming. Then she withdrew the dildo from the girl’s pussy, and reached for a tube of lubricant. “No Ana, that’s too large for my ass, please use the small vibrator on me, please.”
Of course, Ana ignored the pleading restrained teen, and covered her dildo with lube. “If you want to come while I fuck your ass, I will allow you to do so, Irena.” Ana promised, as she slid into the nervous, taught teen.
“Damn! It’s so thick, please Ana, please, NO!” But Ana slid the dildo deep into the whore, and began fucking her hard. Ana began to kiss the writhing teen’s face, neck and shoulders, encouraging her to relax.
“Relax, baby, allow yourself to relax.” Ana said. Irena opened her eyes, finding Ana’s pretty brown ones looking down at her, as she reamed the girl’s ass. Breathing hard, looking into Ana’s brown eyes, Irena began to relax and take the dildo more comfortably. “Oh Ana...” Ana picked up her fucking pace, driving the dildo deep into the groaning teen. “Yes, Ana, fuck my ass!” Ana kissed the teen’s hard nipples, one after the other, gently flicking them with her tongue.
Dillon watched, pleased, when he saw his young assistant Masha, quickly film Irena’s curling and uncurling little toes, then returned her focus to her assfucking. Soon, Irena was screaming that she was coming, and Ana kept drilling her tormented teen. Irena’s legs quivered and shook, her breathing became wretched as her orgasm took her body, shaking it and pleasing it. When the girl relaxed, closing her eyes and growing silent, Ana pulled her dildo out, and kissed Irena softly on her lips. Irena kissed her back, her arms flexing against her restraints in an attempt the hug Ana, to thank her for her pleasure and her torture. Masha filmed the girls tongue playing in their open mouths. Dillon walked over to his chair, and set this camera on the floor next to the spent looking Elena. He told the sweaty girl she should expect the same treatment.
“Hurry, please, let her torture me soon.” Elena begged, shoving the little vibrator back under her dress. Dillon let his shorts drop to the floor in front of the horny teen, exposing his large semi hard cock to her. Elena licked her lips, and leaned forward to take Dillon into her mouth. When she had him hard, he joined the two girls on the bed as they kissed. Ana crawled aside and instructed Irena.
“Suck his large and hairy balls, Irena,” Ana said as Dillon held them over the girl’s open, waiting mouth. She cleaned Dillon’s balls well, so he stuffed the head of his cock into her mouth, as Ana grabbed the chain attached to the restrained teen’s choker. “Suck him deep, whore. Please Dillon with your mouth.” It was hopeless to think the young teen could swallow his fat cock, in her youth and in her awkward position, but Ana pulled cruelly on the chain, causing Irena to often gag on Dillon’s cock. “I have stretched her out good for you Dillon, reward her, please.”
Dillon pulled his cock from the young girl’s mouth, and Masha stood beside the bed, and quickly slipped a condom over his cock. Masha wondered if he wanted this filmed, and Dillon shrugged, sure, why not.
Irena’s pussy was warm and waiting. It was wet and exposed to him to drive into her. He looked into her eyes, after placing the head of his cock between her pussy lips, and watched her expression as he thrust into her. Irena’s eyes closed to slits, and her lips formed a mean sneer.
“God you are thick!” she groaned as Dillon drove deep into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you fill me so full.” Dillon began to fuck her with gusto, and soon Irena’s restrained body was rising to meet him. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” As his balls slapped against her tight little asshole, Dillon watched her have another orgasm. He had only begun, as he pulled his cock from her and took her anally. Her ass was very tight, and she fought him briefly, before her sphincter surrender to her hopelessness, and soon Dillon was buried ball-deep in her ass. “Ug, Ug, Ug, Oh Fuck!, Ug,”
Young Ana began tickling Irena’s clit and finger her pussy, and quickly, a wet warm spurt of water shot from between the restrained teen’s long pussy lips. She yelled loudly, her body convulsing, the nerves in her body confused and misfiring. As she calmed down, Dillon began to untie the poor abused teen. Soon, he lay back and ordered the teen whore to mount him, and ride his cock with her pussy. Dillon enjoyed watching the girl climb on him and take his cock inside her. She began to wiggle about, as the head of his cock brushed and probed her deepness, finding sensitive areas inside the teen.
Dillon motioned to Ana, after Irena had fallen forward onto his chest, to fuck her ass from behind. Irena groaned when she felt Ana enter her anally, with her strap on dildo. Dillon felt the young teen’s pussy clinch and tighten on his cock, as he and Ana started sliding in and out. Irena writhed in pleasure and pain, her body growing sweaty, goose bumps appeared on her fine breasts as Dillon squeezed and massaged them. Irena opened her eyes and looked into Dillon’s, expressing her pleasure and delight, and her pain.
“God, you two are ripping me in half,” She claimed, shuttering. Dillon wrapped his long arms up around both girls. Grabbing them tightly, he flipped them over so they lay under him on the bed. He pulled Irena’s leg up and wide, and drove into her hard. She began to gag and choke, in her pleasure, and Dillon grew concerned she may swallow her tongue or harm herself. So he stopped and pulled out of the sweaty teen, flipping her over so she lay face down on the pleased looking Ana. He stuffed Ana’s dildo into Irena’s pussy and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to the whore’s ass, and shoved into her. Irena fell forward, losing all control as Ana wrapped her thin arms around the teen and held her while Dillon brutally slammed into her ass.
“You’ll soon have a condom full of sperm, sweetness,” Dillon told Ana. Dillon looked down and watched his cock disappearing into the teen’s small boyish ass, and listened to her groans. Soon, he was ejaculating with pleasure.
“I feel that!” Irena squealed. “I can feel his thick cock pumping and throbbing in my ass.”
Ana was kind, and shared some of her sperm filled condom with the young slut, as they hugged and snuggled. Masha ordered Dillon to dress, and soon led him from the office to a waiting cab. She crawled into the back seat next to him, still holding his video camera. The cab drove off from the industrial park, and headed for the tailor’s shop, so Dillon could get fitted for his suit that he would wear that night to the ballet. Masha asked Dillon to critique her work, so together, they examined the video, Dillon often stopping it to comment, while Masha took detailed notes. Before long, the sweet young blond led him into the tailor’s and quickly had him measured. She left a telephone number with the tailor’s daughter, and asked if perhaps the suit could be delivered, as they had a full day. Dillon produced a credit card, promising to order more suits. On the way back to the studio, they ate sandwiches and shared a large soda. They discussed the film more, and Masha seemed pleased with his criticism.
“I enjoyed filming, Dillon.” She said. “And I thought Ana gave a wonderful performance.” Dillon whole-heartedly agreed with her.
“She is one unique fourteen-year-old,” Dillon commented. When they entered his studio, Ana was feeding the girl’s a generous lunch, and was promising to give Elena the same torturous treatment.
The shoot with Elena went well. Elena’s personality was quieter and darker then the first model’s, but she was no less effective. Her sultry expressions and poutty eyes leant validity to her youthfulness. Her figure struck Dillon as the least developed, the most immature in the room. She hardly had tits at all, and her tiny pussy lips were hidden deep in her folds. She had few curves and seemed very boyish. She was taller than the others, and had long firm legs that caught Dillon’s attention often, as she posed seductively, often appearing unpleased with her nudity, with her considerable modeling/acting skill. Dillon was very pleased with her. With Ana whispering in his ear, he gave the young Elena a choice.
“Would you care to be tortured, Elena?” Dillon asked her. “Or would you rather torture my fine young friend?” Ana smiled sweetly at Elena, as she decided.
“I would prefer to torture her,” Elena said. Soon Dillon and Irena had Ana bound securely to the bed, and Masha helped Elena dress into her domineering costume, affixed with many toys.
Elena possessed an evil soul, as she demonstrated with her torture of Ana. And no one could appreciate it anymore...than Ana did, who endured the treatment, and came away from it fulfilled and pleased. Ana greedily joined Elena and Irena in fucking and sucking on the bed, as Dillon and Masha retired to the quietness of the darkroom to organize and examine their days work. Later, the tailor’s daughter delivered Dillon’s suit. As he tried it on, Masha fixed a snack for the sweaty, tired girls, and praised them for a job well done.
“You both have Mikhail’s gratitude,” Masha told Elena and Irena. “You should feel confident he will soon be examining the tapes I made of you two. I am certain he will deliver you both a timely bonus.” Elena and Irena expressed their pleasure at pleasing Mikhail, Dillon, and young Masha.
“We will speak enthusiastically of our experiences today,” Elena said, giving Ana a loving smile. Ana told the girls that she hoped they would do more shoots in the future.
“Anytime you call me, I will come,” Irena said. Elena agreed, nodding, unable to take her eyes from the little waif she had tortured, Ana.
Masha stepped away from the table, and answered the phone on Dillon’s desk.
“Hello Tanya,” Masha said. Soon Masha was scribbling notes, and bidding Tanya adieu, promising to give Dillon her message. It was late afternoon now, and Masha still had much to do. When Dillon found her, allowing her to admire him in his handsome suit, she was tacking the many digitally created photographs to Dillon’s large bulletin board. Masha indicated two photographs.
“These two will be here tomorrow, and these two the next day,” She told Dillon. As he dictated his thoughts to Masha, she quickly wrote down notes. Soon, they began organizing the rest of the young teen’s photo’s and Dillon was pointing out their flaws, which could be fixed, and which should be endeavored to be hidden in costumes or darkness. Slowly, they filled a weeks worth of modeling shoots. Masha went to work, trying to organize the week’s shoots, as Dillon retired to his darkroom, to change out of his suit. Young Elena, the teen whore who had tortured Ana so well, joined him. Dillon noted that a dark cloud seemed to always hang over this bleak girl.
“Dillon, why did you not fuck me today?” she asked. She stood close to him and looked him in the eyes. Dillon hoped he hadn’t disappointed her too much. “Do you not find me attractive?” She tried her best to smile nicely at him, but that wasn’t her strength. Her strength, Dillon had learned lay in her sultry, pouty looks. Her disdain made her beautiful, not her smile. He told her this.
“You are a beautiful girl.” Dillon explained. “That is why I brought you here today. You needed little if any preparation for your photo-shoot, unlike the vast majority of the other girls you live and work with. I think you look most beautiful when you appear sad, mad or depressed. You have sultry eyes and pouty lips. You are a dark girl, with a evil mind.” Dillon led her from his darkroom. He showed her his bulletin board of future models and spoke to her quietly.
“All these girls need something. Whether it’s a tan, to lose pimples, weight, get their hair styled or whatever. While you, Elena, were ready to shoot today. Be pleased with yourself, and know where your beauty lay.” Elena crossed her arms and looked into his eyes. Dillon continued. “I have a girlfriend, who I want to strive to please,” Dillon said, lying only slightly. “I cannot fuck all these girls and please her too, thus, I didn’t fuck you today. But who knows, perhaps in the future.”
“I want you to come to the whore house and fuck me Dillon, anytime you want.” She said quietly. “Please come there and ask for me, when you have free time, or I shall grow to hate you, perhaps, and become bitter.” Dillon assured her, that he would, when he had time, come fuck her, and thanked her for her kind offer and pointing out an option he had not considered. “My girlfriend,” Elena said, “can join us if you like. You would find her attractive too.” With that, she joined the other girls, who were preparing to take a cab home.
Left alone, Masha and Dillon quickly wrapped up their day, and prepared for the next, which would start early.
Dillon and Tanya went to the ballet and enjoyed themselves. Tanya found Dillon very handsome in his suit. Dillon thought perhaps Tanya was the most beautiful woman in the Ukraine and told her that, as the enjoyed some dessert and coffee at a diner not far from Dillon’s apartment. As they walked home, Tanya updated him on his website.
“We hope you have a lot of material ready for us in two weeks, Dillon,” She said. “Mikhail has finalized the a web-site deal with my husband.” Dillon told her how much material he should have ready in two weeks. She seemed pleased. “I am already exploring advertising avenues, and my husband suspects Mikhail is going to great lengths and expense to acquire email addresses to members of dozens of child-porn and teen-porn web sites.”
Dillon pondered what Tanya said. And told her he really knew very little about the web business. He added that he was very glad she would be involved in it with him, though. He held her close and spoke into her ear.
“That will give me a reason to see you even when your husband is in town.” Dillon said quietly. “Which I shall take every advantage of.” Tanya pressed her body tightly against his and again, Dillon found himself amazed at the attractiveness of the twenty-five-year-old blonde. He wondered why she was attracted to him, when she could certainly have an affair with any man in Kiev. Her lips sought his, and he kissed her, running his hands over her body. He led her into his apartment and quickly had her on his bed, nude.
“I would like you to fuck me hard for hours tonight, Dillon,” She said, helping him remove his clothes. "I want you to come inside my pussy, inside my mouth and inside my ass.” Dillon hoped he would performed half that well. He imagined that by sunrise, he would find success in fulfilling her wish. “I hunger for a long, hard fucking, Dillon. I desire to awaken late tomorrow, sore and used, for my husband will be in town for three long days.” It was nearly midnight, so Dillon got right to work, caressing and fondling his sexy girlfriend, mistress. He pleased her with his mouth and fingers twice, before stuffing her tight warm pussy with his cock.
“Oh god, you are so filling,” She said, moaning, meeting his thrust. Dillon fucked her deeply, often grinding her clit with his pubic bone, often prodding her deep sensitive spots with the fleshy head of his cock. Dillon felt his stamina a fuck muscles warming up, as he spun her over and took her from behind, after she had come powerfully. His balls swung heavily, full of sperm, glad of their new found productivity and heavy work load. Dillon fingered her ass, as he made her squeal with his forceful thrusts. Her body was growing wet with a fine film of sweat as she called his name and thrust her hips back toward him. “Fuck, you are so good! I love your thick cock!” Dillon shoved a second finger into her ass, working anus gently. She pulled away from him and pushed him onto his back and mounted him. He watched her as she found pleasure on his long thick cock. She swayed and wiggled above him, hanging her small firm breasts in his face. She rode him for a while, then she ground onto him for a while, and then she came again. He pulled out of his shaking beauty, and softly caressed her with his roaming hands as she rested, recovering. He knelt above her head, dangling his balls above her open mouth. She sucked and kissed one and then another, while stroking his hardness with both hands. Dillon loved having his large sweaty balls sucked on and played with, and Tanya was pleasing him greatly. He felt and eagerness build in him as she stroked his thick cock firmly. He climbed from her face and lifted her legs, until her ankles rested near her ears; and pushed deeply into her. Her pussy had grown even wetter, and received him warmly. He felt her hands follow his cock down to her pussy. She continued to play with his balls with one hand, while fingering her asshole with the other. She was grunting from his forceful thrusts, and Dillon kissed her deeply. With his weight and forceful thrust, he shoved the petite woman deeper into his bed, as he assaulted her harder and harder. She began to make babbling noises as her small feet clinched around his neck, her toes curling and uncurling. He felt a pleasurable wave leave his balls and wash over his body, and he doubled his efforts at fucking Tanya right through his mattress. Soon, he was filling her with a generous load of his sperm. Both lovers sighed deeply when he stopped coming, finally. There sweat covered bodies separated, lying aside each other in bed. Dillon’s cock soon deflated. Dillon crawled from bed, and found a bottle of pills in his medicine cabinet. He took one, a Viagra, and knew he would be back in business, easily and hard, within an hour.
Dillon lay next to Tanya again, promising to please her ass next. As she shivered with that thought Dillon spoke to her.
“Do you take it in the ass, often, Tanya?” She shook her head. She found it delightful, though she had never had a cock like his in her ass, she claimed. Dillon lay next to her and gave her colorful details of the ass-fucking he had given Anastasia. And he told her of the ass-fucking he had given the fourteen-year-old whore, Irena, earlier that day. “Irena grew accustomed to my cock quickly.” Tanya grew encouraged, and began to stroke his cock. She asked him if he would like and tease her ass with his fingers. “I would love too.” He placed pillows in the center of his bed and rested Tanya’s waist on them. He spread her legs wide, tonguing her little butt hole and fingering her abused pussy. She enjoyed his attention, moaning and twitching. Later, he had three fingers sliding in and out of the slim blonde’s ass. She was loose and relaxed. Dillon had grown rock hard again. He knelt on front of her, and allowed her to get a look at the cock that was soon to take her anally. She looked pleased, not worried, and Dillon felt proud of her, as she took a deep, relaxed breath.
“Fuck my ass with you thick cock, Dillon,” she said quietly. “I am ready for you.” Her ass eagerly accepted Dillon’s fat head, squeezing it tightly. He took this opportunity to pull the head of his cock in and out of her, stretching her sphincter. “God damn, Dillon, that feels delicious.” He spread her legs, which he held high, apart and watched her enjoy the head of his cock in her ass. Her body sprouted about a million tiny goose bumps as he tenderized her sphincter. Her nipples were tall and hard, she shivered and pinched them. Her pussy looked wet and excited, as he slowly drove an inch of his cock into her.
“Oh god,” She screamed pushing her tits together and squeezing them tightly. Dillon watched a little tremor run through her pussy lips, as they glistened in the moonlight falling though his window. He pulled his cock out a bit, until her sphincter clinched the head of his cock. Slowly he worked another inch, and then two into her. Her legs stiffened in his hands, her toes curled near his face. “Fuck! That feels sooo good. I can’t believe your fat cock is stretching out my tight ass so nicely. I can’t believe I have your fat head in my ass. I have a fat cock in my ass. I have your fat cock in my ass...oh!” She threw her head back, licking her red lips, taking in a shaky breath. Dillon slowly withdrew the two inches of his cock, until his head tugged on her sphincter. More quickly now, he slid two inches of his cock in and out of her. She shook excitedly with pleasure, suddenly, as he felt her ass tremble and then relax.
With two inches of his cock buried in her, Dillon leaned forward, sliding his hands under her shoulders and lifted her up and pulled her close his body. Shakily, she wrapped both legs around him, will he held her up on his cock. Slowly, gently, he let her sink onto his cock, just a small ways. Her legs squeezed his ribs with tremendous force, as she moaned his name. Gently he lifted her off his cock, until on his head remained in her, and let her fall down on his cock again. He felt her absorb half of his fat cock, before he stopped her from falling any further. Resting secure in his arms, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, Tanya stretched her arms out, arched her spine and leaned far back, with half his cock in her. Dillon leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting it. She impaled her self a little further on his cock, and trembled and he bit her other nipple. Dillon stood with her now, holding her swaying body securely. As he stepped down from the bed, her legs straightened, stiffened, and then eagerly wrapped around him again, as her hair fell toward the floor, her head thrown back. Her hands found her breasts again, and she squeezed them, as Dillon lifted her off his cock, and allowed her to fall, impaling her again. She groaned with pleasure and rose to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him deeply on the lips. Dillon held her secure, and bounced a bit, causing her to shake with pleasure as she slid up and down on a great portion of his cock with each gentle bounce.
“You sure know how to fuck an ass,” She said. “I can’t believe how full I feel with you in me.” She dropped a hand to her side, and felt under herself, finding Dillon’s cock still had several inches to go before she had him fully in her. “Oh god, Dillon, I don’t know, lover. I feel so full now baby, I don’t know if I can...Dillon, please...” Dillon lifted her off his cock and let her slide halfway back down, over and over. Quickly he fucked her as her ass loosened. She began to groan loadly, holding him tightly, surrendering her ass to him, as she came in one long moan.
“It feels so different to come with a hard cock in your ass,” She commented. “It feels so good, soo different.” Dillon kept half-cock fucking her ass as she enjoyed being anally plugged. With dexterity, Dillon spun his small lover around, so her back brushed along his chest and stomach as he lifted and lowered her in his cock. He spread her legs wide, as her hand fell to her clit, working it slowly. He lifted her slowly and gently, and allowed her to slide back down his cock slowly and gently. She groaned with pleasure. “I don’t care how sore my ass will be in the morning, I am so enjoying my ass-fucking! Stuff you cock in my ass Dillon, STUFF it in me!” Dillon did not yet stuff his fully hard cock into her ass, instead kept up his pace of slowing lifting and dropping her on his cock. Her legs flayed about in front of her, as she frigged her clit, growing excited and cumming again and again. “Stuff me! Stuff me!...please...please...plea....”
Dillon felt warm fluids rushing down his legs, knowing she had squirted while cumming, knowing she was having great pleasure in the half-ass-fucking he was giving her. Slowly, Dillon backed up and sat down on the bed, keeping Tanya from sinking further on his cock. Dillon lay back on the bed, pulling Tanya back with him. Her butt bone ground into his pubic bone. Her shoulder blades rested on his chest, as she reached up and found his face with her hands, and she slid a finger into his mouth. She wiggled herself a little further down on his cock. On top now, Tanya was out of his control now, as she writhed about on his cock. Suddenly, she sat up, placing her knees down firmly beside his waist. She felt how much cock still remained outside her ass, and she groaned. “Oh God....” Slowly, painfully, she impaled herself all the way down on his cock. “Good lord, oh fuck me, god dam it, shit! I have a huge cock in my ass. I shouldn’t have a huge cock in my ass...Couldn’t have, shouldn’t be in my ass....oh fuck!” Her hands grabbed his legs, just above his knees with a lot of strength.. Slowly, she began to raise herself off his cock.
Dillon watched his slim young lover lift herself off his cock, and then impale herself, with her own power, back down his cock.
“Fuck yes!” she cried briefly losing control of her body and wavering. Dillon steadied Tanya, until she retained control of herself. Soon she was riding up and down the length of his cock, and Dillon moaned in pleasure now.
“Yeah baby, ride my cock with you tight little ass, it feels so good to be sliding in and out of you.” Tanya began to ride him feverishly. She rode up and down his cock with a fast pace, until she came again, and fell back onto Dillon’s chest. She recovered slowly, but when she did, Dillon rolled her over and took her from behind. Gradually she grew accustomed to his fat cock sliding in and out of her at this angle, and began encouraging him to pound her ass. She looked back at him with half-closed eyes.
“Fuck my ass hard, now! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Dillon soon began to fuck her ass hard and thought it felt tremendous as her little shit muscles contracted around his cock, and her squeals excited him greatly. She was looking back, watching him stuff the full length of his cock in and out of her. “Come in my ass, Dillon. Unload in my ass Dillon. Spray your sperm in my ass Dillon. I want to feel your cock pumping in me Dillon, Come soon Dillon, fuck me Dillon, hard and come in me soon, please...oh Dillon!” They came together, and Dillon filled her with come as her intestines swelled with his fluids. She screamed his name over and over. He fell forward onto her, his hard cock buried in her, pressure from the fluids he had introduced into her squeezing him and filling her. They both breathed heavily into the other’s face. Dillon thought she looked very beautiful.
“I want you to stay with me, Tanya. I don’t want you to go back to your husband.” Tanya held his face in her hands and kissed him long and hard, while his cock deflated in her tender asshole. Later, Dillon carried his Tanya off to his shower and let her bathe him, and watched as she seductively washed herself, and he grew aroused. He took her again, in the shower. He tore into her pussy and abused her ass further. With water pouring over her body, Dillon fucked her mercilessly, with a pounding, fast rhythm. He pinned her against the wall of the shower, and let his cock fuck her pussy and then ream her ass. He alternately took her and pleasured both of them, cumming in wonderfully long spurts into his lover’s grateful mouth. Soon, she fell asleep in his bed, wrapped in his arms.
Dillon awoke to wonderful blow job, and a ringing phone. Tanya answered the phone for him, and gave Masha a warm greeting.
“He’ll meet you at the studio as soon as I finish sucking more sperm from his rested body. His balls are full of juice for me,” she told the virginal teen. And indeed, Dillon arrived at the studio, rested and carrying very little sperm in his ball sack, and Tanya holding his arm.
Masha quickly briefed Dillon on their day. The two beautiful models that Dillon had selected would soon be here. Masha prepared had large package of photos and video for Tanya to take to her office.
“You are glowing this morning, Tanya,” Masha noted, winking at Dillon.
“It must be from all the attention my lover lavished on me last night. I simply do not get enough hard cock, unless I spend time with him.” Masha understood, she said. Tanya asked about Anastasia.
“She is a very happy girl this morning,” Masha said. “Last night I took home all the photos and video we have produced, and allowed Mikhail and Sergei to examine them. Well, Ana was able to collect large amounts of sperm, which resulted from Mikhail and Sergei's scrutinizingly close examination of Dillon’s work thus far. She was very pleased with her harvest and plans to spend her day doing culinary work with her small hoard of sperm. She is such a freak.” Dillon and Tanya laughed, glad Ana was happy, and told Masha so.
Tanya, Masha and Dillon sat together discussing the work load and projecting how much material they would accumulate over the next fourteen days, the time they had left before the planned launch of the young-teen web site. An idea had arisen, one that suggested the web site should be update daily with fresh photos, video, or both. The goal was to open the website with photos of twenty models, and nearly as many videos. Soon they discovered they had plenty of work to accomplished in the next two weeks, but certainly, they had a good start, and enough models to fulfill their goals. They discussed hiring male performer, to assist with the video segments they would be filming. They discussed hiring a second photographer. Though they came to no firm decisions, they had food for thought, and kept an eye open for opportunity. The three gathered closely around the desk, and called Mikhail, updating him on their progress. In the background, they heard Sergei congratulate them, as they all discussed the child porn site on their speaker phones.
“I have to admit the work is much higher quality than I had initially expected,” Sergei commented. “My brother had to be restrained when young Masha gathered up all the pornographic materials from his desk this morning, insisting on returning it to the studio. I think Mikhail may be the web site’s very best customer.” Mikhail gave his input.
“I want Masha to plan for one day off for herself and Dillon this week,” Mikhail insisted. Masha assured she would rework her crowded schedule to arrange a day of rest for both of them.
“I want you all to meet Sergei and I for dinner tonight. I will send a limo for each of you at seven.” With that they all said their good byes.
The day flew by for Masha and Dillon. They produced a small mountains of quality photos and another ninety minutes of video, which Dillon immediately began to edit, with Masha watching closely. They shared a cab, each going home to change and await there limousine that would deliver them to dinner with Sergei and Mikhail. Dillon arrived at the restaurant, disappointed to find Tanya had been joined by her husband. He appeared to be over fifty. He wore a nice suit, and had the strong personality of a high-powered salesman. Dillon noticed he gave Tanya little to no attention, and Dillon felt sad. When Masha, Ana and Tanya excused themselves and leaving for the women’s room, Mikhail asked Dillon a question about a model.
“I haven’t seen her name on Masha’s appointment calendar, nor have I seen any photos of her. I am curious Dillon, because I am sure she would have been one of your first selections.” Sergei looked at Dillon, and agreed.
“Raina is a girl of only the most unusual beauty,” Sergei said. “I too am certain you would have insisted on her presence at your studio. Perhaps you didn’t meet with her?” Dillon assured himself that he had met no such beauty named Raina. Sergei continued. “Her clientele are the riches men in the city. Mikhail has generously allowed the young teen to be selective of her men. She alone, in this town, with the possible exception of Masha and Ana, can refuse Mikhail.” Dillon was stunned. He had to meet this women, as the girls returned to the table. Dillon turned to Masha and asked her about Raina.
“Have we scheduled a young lady named Raina to be photographed?” Dillon asked Masha. Masha and Ana both glared at Dillon. Both shook their heads. Ana answered.
“She didn’t join the rest of the girls that morning, Dillon.” Ana stated. “She stayed in bed and slept. When I didn’t see that smug little bitch at the meeting, I sought her out. She simply refused me. She would not be bothered to be photographed, she told me.” Mikhail laid his head in his hands. Masha added her thoughts.
“I would rather not have her to the studio, she can be quite a handful, Mikhail,” Masha said. Mikhail opened his cell phone and called his teen whore house. He asked to speak to Raina, if, perhaps, she wasn’t busy. He soon spoke with her on the phone, and seemed to make no further headway than Ana had. He looked frustrated when the conversation ended.
“I will figure something out. She must be included in our web site,” Mikhail vowed.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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