the twisted mind

Sissy and the Photographer - Part 1

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Sissy had enjoyed wearing her super revealing slut clothes, but today she thought she'd try a little different tack... pedo bait. Selecting a plaid pleated knee-length skirt, a white blouse and cute little ribbon bow tie at the neck, white knee socks with saddle shoes gave her the pristine look of the innocent parochial school girl. Putting her hair into two pigtails enhanced the look and made her appear even younger than her developing twelve years. After applying a slight bit of blush to her cheeks and a pale lip gloss, she walked into the computer room where Rob was seated going over some emails and other messages. Standing just inside the door of the room, schoolgirl Sissy waited a minute for her dad to realize she was there. Not getting any indication that he realized she was standing behind him, she lightly cleared her throat and said quietly, "Daddy..."

Rob turned his attention away from the monitor and swiveled around to look at his daughter. His lips pursed and he let out a soft whistle. Grinning at Sissy, he said, "Cheezus, honey, you look... well... amazing." Sissy did a slow turn around for him, then walked to his chair.

"You like, Daddy?" she asked, coyly.

"Damn, honey, you're going to have men drooling over you in that outfit. Some of your others... well, MOST of your other outfits are a lot more revealing, but that one... well, it's hot! Really hot! It might not reveal as much bare skin as the others, but it's so sexy!" Rob told her, appreciatively.

"Thanks, Daddy. That's what I was hoping for. I kinda like it myself," Sissy told her father.

"Uh, that blouse is a bit sheer. You might want to put on a bra. Or a slip. Your nipples are quite obvious through it. At least if you're going for the full innocent look," Rob said, grinning.

Sissy put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "I wasn't going for the total innocent, Daddy. A bra would be really visible and I didn't think it looked as good as without it." Sissy lifted up the hem of her pleated skirt, exposing her bare slit, "Besides, I wanna make it really easy to get fucked and a bra is such a pain to take off and put on in a hurry. This way, I can just lift my skirt and unbutton my blouse and I'm almost naked. Think that'll be OK?" She grinned at him.

Rob said, "Uh, anything you do, honey, will be molester bait and you know it." He grinned back at her. "Those nips are really sexy through the blouse though, I gotta admit."

"So you'd fuck me, Daddy?" Sissy asked in her little innocent girl voice that she knew just melted male hearts.

"Honey, you know I'd fuck you in an Eskimo parka or totally naked. Doesn't matter to me. You're my sexy daughter and I'll be happy to fuck you no matter what."

"So you get it all and leave nothing for your old dried up mother, huh, you trollop?" came Lynn's voice from the door. Both turned to look at her, grinning, knowing she was being facetious. "What made you decide to dress up so... ahem... 'conservatively' all of a sudden. Especially after going around as close to naked as you can get in public and at school in your outfits?"

Sissy giggled and said, "Oh, Mom. I've just been reading so many stories and comments by guys on the smut sites online lately about how they like young girls in school uniforms. Gets 'em really hot, for some reason. That's why I wanted this outfit. I wanna see how the guys react to it."

Rob said, "Well, the young guys probably don't have the same fetish, but you're going to get any older guy creaming his jeans in that getup."

"Exactly what I want. I still don't really care for boys. They're so immature," Sissy explained.

"I don't know," Lynn said. "I sorta like what Bobby and Jerry do. And some of their friends. I've been having a lot of fun."

"You can have 'em, Mom. Well, I like foolin' around with Bobby and Jerry too, but they're different. But I really enjoy getting an older guy really worked up. Plus, they're so much more fun. And bigger!" Sissy said.

"Well, I'm sure your male teachers that haven't already been broken down by you will have little defenses left when they see you in that... outfit," Lynn said, laughing. Then she got a serious look on her face and said, "God, Rob! We're talking about our twelve year old daughter seducing and having sex with her teachers and other men!" She put her hand over her mouth in semi-consternation. "I can't believe what we're doing!"

"But you like it, right, Mom? You love being a slut and having people watch you do nasty things. You like watching me take guys on, don't you? I know I love it," Sissy exclaimed brightly, putting her arm around her mother.

"Oh, yes. You know I do. But I still am just so... well, I just keep wondering if we're going too far, sometimes," Lynn said.

"We've talked about all this, dear," Rob said. "I understand your reservations and I know we've gotta be careful, but the more I'm finding out about other people who are doing all these kinds of things, the less I'm worried about it. Seems we've been so paranoid for so long, it kept us from being 'normal'."

"I know you're right, Rob. I'll be fine. I've just gotta get over my little fears and guilt. I'll do it. It's just been built up for so long," Lynn said. Then she stroked Sissy's hair softly and said, "You know I love you kids so much and don't want anything bad to happen to you. I'll be fine. But you're going to have every pedo who sees you following you in that outfit, you know. God, how I'd love to be able to watch it all, too." She grinned and sighed.

Rob grinned and Sissy gave her mother a little kiss. She said, "You can come with me any time, Mom. You know that. But you've got such a hot bod that you'd take the attention away from me. Can't have that!" She laughed.

Rob said, "You two. I completely trust your judgement and doubt either of you will do anything that will cause us problems. I'm just happy when I get a chance to watch you two's antics in public."

"Well, Daddy, you'll be getting a lot more chances if we have anything to say about it! Huh, Mom?" Sissy laughed.

"Your father's right. I think you've proven you're able to think for yourself and take care of yourself. So go enjoy yourself being pedo bait for all the molesters you can find. If you can, bring one home for your old broken down mother once in a while," Lynn said, chuckling.

"Yeah, right, Mom. Like Dad doesn't take you out to the bars and restaurants and get you totally fucked to exhaustion," Sissy exclaimed.

"Well, yes. There is that. Oh, go get out of here before you tempt your poor father with that sexy school girl look and he doesn't have anything left for me. Now, git!" Lynn said.

Sissy kissed her mother on the cheek and bent over to give Rob a kiss. She stood up and said, "I love you guys so much!" and flounced out of the room to head out to school.

Rob sat there looking at his wife with a silly smile on his face. Lynn sat down on his lap and said in her best sexy, throaty voice, "Hey, stud! Come here often?"

Rob laughed and said, "Only to find naked broads with a great rack who wanna fuck."

Lynn straddled him and worked his now hard cock along her moist slit. "I think we can work something out then," she said, dropping down to take his rod in her. Rob groaned with pleasure.

At school --

Sissy had a great day at school in her new uniform. After all, it DID comply with the school dress code. Well, sorta. Kinda. At least more than some of her other scandalous outfits. Several male teachers were quite... ah, 'taken' with her innocent schoolgirl look and smiled at her appreciatively when they saw her.

Most of the boys her age paid the same attention to her as they always did, because they were finding out that she was an exhibitionist slut. Their only problem was that she wouldn't give them the time of day if they tried to talk to her or hit on her. In fact, she was more involved with a number of her girlfriends, laughing and carrying on giggly conversations with them without even paying the boys any attention. Which, of course, just increased the guys' interests even more.

And Sissy knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having. She was actually paying very close attention to every one and every thing around her at all times. And being very amused by it all.

After school-

Instead of riding the school bus home, Sissy decided to walk a ways to a small shopping center or strip mall not too far from the school. Some of the girls expressed interest in going with her but Sissy wanted to see what would develop alone today without anyone to 'cramp her style'. She could catch the bus from the shopping center home later on with no problem. At worst she could always call her dad to pick her up, as it was right on the way home from his office for him.

So Sissy found herself walking along the store fronts, catching glimpses of herself in the windows as she strolled by. She stopped in front of one shop, a photography studio. There were several large pictures of brides and grooms in one display, and several pictures of young children, either alone or with their parents, in another display. Through the window, Sissy caught sight of a couple of pictures inside that showed some good looking women in some rather sexy poses. This intrigued her, so she went inside.

A chime dinged as she went in the door, letting someone in back know that there was someone up front. Sissy looked around at a few of the portraits, then moved over to the glamor pictures that had initially caught her attention. They were seemingly normal women who'd been made up and were shot in some very sexy poses. Nothing revealing, but certainly not the run of the mill studio portraits. A little sign below them read "We Specialize In Glamor Make Overs". Another small sign read "Home or Studio".

On a small table below the large pictures was an eight by ten album that had "Glamour", with the British spelling, printed on the cover in elegant script. Sissy opened the book up and leafed through a few pages. Unlike the large photos on the wall, these were much more 'intimate' and the women in them were in much more revealing poses and clothing. All looked like they could be shots taken from a fashion magazine.

One shot in particular caught Sissy's attention immediately. It was a shot from above of a woman about her mom's age but a little heavier. She was lying on what looked like a silk cloth with another silk cloth discreetly draped to barely cover her pubic area. The rest of her body was bare and her large breasts were only covered by two fingers over each nipple. She was looking directly at the camera and had a very aroused and wanton look on her face. It was a beautiful shot and Sissy could visualize her mom in it instead. She started to get a bit excited about the idea of her mother being in such erotic pictures.

Right about then, a man who looked to be around her mom and dad's age, or slightly younger, came through the door from the back. He smiled as he walked over to Sissy.

"Hi, I'm Mitchell. What can I help you with today?" he said engagingly.

"Ummm, hi. I just saw some of these nice pictures and... well, I thought maybe my mom would like to have some taken of her like these. Do you do a lot of this type of stuff?" Sissy asked.

Mitchell smiled cordially and said, "In fact, I do. Quite a lot. I specialize in glamor and boudoir photography. Glamor make overs and such."

"Wow, these are really good!" Sissy told him sincerely. "What's bood-wah photography?"

With a chuckle, Mitchell said, "Uh, 'boudoir' is French for bedroom. Sort of like sexy or erotic pictures. Intimate glamor type stuff. But it's for adults."

"Oh, it wouldn't be for me, although I'd really like it," Sissy said. "I was thinking that I'd like to do something for my mom. Ya know, like for her birthday or Mother's day. She's really good looking and I'd love for her to have some pictures like these. They're hot!"

"Why thank you. I try. But I usually don't get young ladies like you interested in these type of sittings. Most often, a husband will buy a session for his wife. Or she'll buy it for a present for her husband," Mitchell explained, looking Sissy over quite thoroughly.

"Yah, Dad would love these. He gets off on Mom looking sexy," Sissy said.

"Interesting," Mitchell said. "Tell me, have you done any modeling before. You have the right... uh, carriage."

"Nope. Haven't done anything like that. Unless you count Dad's home videos. But I guess that's nothing like what you do," Sissy said, playing the innocent.

"Probably not," the young man said, chuckling. Then he stepped back a bit and gave Sissy a complete look over. Toes to nose. He thought for a bit and then said, "Would you be interested in doing some test shots? Maybe see how you'd look on camera?"

"Me? I'm not a model. Would I have to take my clothes off?" Sissy asked with a very slight frown.

"Oh, no! I'm not talking about that kind of picture." Mitchell flushed.

"Oh. Well," Sissy said in a rather disappointed tone. "I guess..." She left the sentence unfinished.

"No. No. No. Don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting anything!" the young man quickly said, embarrassed. "I just thought you're very good looking and might be interested in some modeling. But no, you don't have to take your clothes off. That's not what I meant."

"Well, that's no fun, is it?" Sissy said. She pointed to one of the pictures of a woman who was completely nude, but discreetly posed so that her nipples and crotch were not really exposed. "That looks like fun. I'd do some stuff like that," she said to him brightly.

"Y-y-y-ou WANT to pose nude?" the photographer asked, a bit taken aback.

"Sure. Although I'd love to do some of that 'glamor' stuff and make me look like a big time model," Sissy said. Then she shifted her hips, putting her hand on the table and slightly twisting her upper body toward the photographer in a very sexy pose and said, "D'ya think I could be a model, maybe? I don't know anything about it. What would I have to do?"

Mitchell almost choked a little bit and could feel himself getting hard. He said, "I think you could do very good. You're a natural. Uh, just how old are you, anyway?"

"How old do I have to be to be a model?" Sissy asked, shifting slightly into another informal pose for him.

"Uh, well, uh, you can be a model an any age depending on what you do. But I have to have your parents permission and signature if you're under eighteen," the photog said.

"Oh, I'm not quite eighteen. But Mom or Dad would sign whatever you need. Especially if you could do some of that bood-wah kinda stuff for my mom. She's gorgeous!" Sissy enthused.

"How 'not quite eighteen' are you?" the young man asked Sissy.

Straightening up, Sissy took a hold of the hem of her skirt and flapped it a little bit saying, "Well, today I wanted to look real young. You know, school girl type of thing and all. But when I dress up and Dad takes me out to a restaurant, people think I'm eighteen." She made sure that she raised the front hem of her skirt up enough to give the guy a view of her bare crotch while she told him all this.

"Just how close to eighteen are you? I don't wanna get in any trouble," the photographer said.

Sissy looked at him for a little bit then said, "Look, legal age for sex in this state is sixteen and I have sex all the time. If you need my Mom and Dad's signature to publish something, that's cool. They'll sign whatever you need. Jeez, if I knew I'd be coming by here and getting a hassle for looking so young, I wouldn't have worn the jail bait school girl outfit today. So, ya wanna take some pictures and let me get out of this getup or what?" Sissy looked pointedly at the guy.

"My God, you're amazing..." the guy said.

"Yah, yah, I get that a lot. Now how's about lettin' me get out of this kids outfit and put some makeup on and take some shots? You up for that?" Sissy asked, walking over to him and putting her arm in his. "So where's the studio? Back there?" She pointed to the door.

Mitchell had worked with a lot of women of all ages and even a lot of kids of various ages. He was always in charge. Now here was a young girl just about giving him orders and telling him what to do. He was a little flustered by the role reversal and just automatically started to go along with Sissy's assertive attitude. He led the way through the door and into the studio.

Sissy looked around and said, "Nice. I've never been in a real photographer's studio before. 'Cept once when we had our family portrait taken at the mall. But that wasn't real pro like you are. So. Where's your dressing room?"

The photographer mutely pointed to a door off to the side. Sissy swayed her hips a bit walking toward it then turned like she'd seen the fashion models do. One foot in front of the other, hand on hip, her upper body swiveled to look back at him. Smiling at Mitchell, she asked, "What do ya want me to wear? Or should I just be bare?"

Mitchell choked a little bit again and managed to squeak out, "Uh... there's some costumes in the closet in there. Pick out anything you'd like."

Sissy grinned at him and swished away to the dressing room. The photographer really wasn't yet aware of what hit him. He just knew that he had one hot, sexy babe who wanted him to take nude pictures of her. Not his typical day or customer. Mitchell wandered over to the set and turned on the lights, then checked the setting on the digital camera. As Sissy had not come back out yet, he pulled down a background and checked the placement of the background light.

Almost as an afterthought, Mitchell walked to the front of the store and put the Closed sign on it. Shaking his head in wonder, he went back into the studio.

Going back to the camera, Mitchell fiddled with the main light, then adjusted the fill, readjusted the main light, then fiddled with the fill again. He was checking the camera again for about the fifth time when Sissy walked out of the dressing room in a long white terry cloth robe. She held it closed at her waist, but as she walked, the front opened up to reveal her long legs. She had put on a very little bit of makeup quickly, brushed her hair out and looked absolutely gorgeous, but completely natural. And older than her school girl outfit made her look.

Sissy walked over to a spot between the camera and the background and asked, "About here?"

Mitchell nodded mutely, then indicated that she should move back a little more. Sissy stepped back, slightly turning to the side. Then she turned her shoulders to the camera, smiled and dropped the robe. Putting her hands on her hips, one foot turned slightly to the camera, she looked at Mitchell and asked, "This OK?", standing there totally naked.

Sissy had been reading all the teen and fashion mags for years and with her perfect memory, she could recall most any pose she'd ever seen in them. She'd even practiced in front of the mirror sometimes. And of course, she used certain poses for her Dad quite often. He especially liked her sexy ones, so she did them as often as she could. Now she was ready to do them for a real photographer.

Still not really back in control of himself - or Sissy - Mitchell looked at the viewfinder and composed a full length shot of the nude girl in front of him. He looked at her and said, "Uh, turn your chin a little that way a bit and put your chin down a little. That's it." Sissy moved as he directed her. "Turn your shoulders back a little, but keep your head right there. Uh... can you put most of your weight on your back leg and just lean back onto it? Oh, that's perfect." Click! "Now, chin down again. Wet your lips and give me a little bit of a sexy...uh... well, smile. Great!" Click.

Mitchell looked at Sissy then walked over to her, bending down to pick up the robe that was discarded at her feet. This, unwittingly on his part, brought his face down to about the level of Sissy's bare crotch. With a grin on her face, Sissy twisted her knee a little bit, separating her thighs and exposing more of her now very moist slit to the photographer's close up view. Mitchell cleared his throat, embarrassed and threw the robe off to the side. Then he went over and brought a posing stool back to Sissy.

Sitting it down next to her, Mitchell said, "Here, sit down on this." Sissy moved between him and the stool, bringing her almost in contact with the photographer, who nearly jumped to get out of her way.

Sissy sat down on the stool, spreading her legs open a ways and asked, "Like this?" Her moist, pink membranes were fully open to the photographer's view. He flushed deeply and cleared his throat, walked to the camera and tried to focus on the viewfinder image. Sissy had swiveled around as he walked and now was sitting there, legs spread, smiling at the camera. She was getting soooo turned on by being naked in front of a camera and in front of a stranger.

Mitchell tried to clear his throat again, then said, "Uh, could you... uh, sorta... uh turn your body that way, then turn your head this way?" Sissy did as he directed, giving him a nice profile of her new, budding titties while facing the camera. "Uh, could you put your arms back and hold on to the edge of the seat... that's it! Perfect! Chin down. Give me that smile again." Click! The pose with Sissy's arms back emphasized her pointed little tits and the slimness and litheness of her pre-teen body. Her look was breathtaking.

"OK, can you turn your shoulders this way a little bit and bring one foot up and put it on the seat. That's it, just bend your knee and put your foot up. Now lay your cheek on your knee and put your arms around your leg." Sissy did as she was directed, smiling at the camera. Mitchell quickly walked to her and brushed some stray hairs away from Sissy's face. Without moving her head, she watched him with her eyes and saw him take a good look at her wide open pussy. When he did, she moved the other leg to spread a little wider for him, giving him a good view. Mitchell quickly walked back to the camera.

For another ten or fifteen minutes, Mitchell gave Sissy directions and clicked away. Sissy, for her part, remembered a lot of the poses she had seen in the magazines and tried to imitate many of them for him. And did so quite successfully. Part way through, Mitchell had her stand up and he moved the posing stool away and pulled a long, low white fur covered couch into its place. He changed the background to match the couch, then had Sissy lay down on it on her stomach. He had her fold her arms under her head so she could lay her head on them to look at the camera, then had her drape one leg off the couch with the other straight back. He frantically snapped away, having Sissy make slight changes in the pose, then had her flip over on her back. He had her arch her back, one knee bent and one slightly draping off the couch, then had her look at the camera. He took several variations of this with multiple expressions - smiling; eyes almost closed; hot sexy wanton. Well, that last one was one that Sissy did on her own, but Mitchell did take several shots with that expression. He apparently liked it.

Finally, Mitchell had Sissy half sit, half lay on the couch. It was furry and felt so erotic to her that her nipples were constantly erect. Getting Sissy in the right pose, Mitchell then went to the side and came back with a long piece of red silk material. This he draped over her so that it flowed down from over her shoulder, over one breast down to just barely cover her steaming crotch and down to the floor. Going back to the camera, Mitchell gave her directions for slight adjustments and expressions as he clicked away, taking many shots of her.

After exhausting those poses, Mitchell had to stop. He couldn't stand up straight because of the hard on he had. As he removed the memory stick from the camera, Sissy got up and walked over to him, casually putting her arm over his shoulder. "Get some good ones?" she asked him.

Mitchell nodded and grunted an appreciative "uh-huh". Sissy could feel his shirt sticking to his back. He'd worked up quite a sweat during the shoot. Sissy leaned over close to him and said, "Do you usually fuck your models when you do nudes?"

Mitchell's eyes widened in surprise at her question. He tried to say something, but he couldn't decide what words to actually say. Sissy grinned at him and before he could get an answer formulated, said, "Well, if ya don't, I'd like ya to. If you do, let's get to it. M'kay??" She reached down to rub his hard on through his pants. "Then ya can show me the results of our work." Taking his hand, Sissy led him over to the couch.

"No. Not here. I mean. Not on this couch. Uh. I'm sorry. Uh..." Mitchell stammered out.

Sissy realized what he was trying to get at and said, "Ah, yah, gotta keep it clean for the shoots, huh? Got anything else we can use?"

Mitchell shoved the couch out of the way with one mighty heave, and walked around the background, dragging a futon back with him. He plopped it down in front of Sissy. Not one to miss an opportunity, Sissy dropped down to her knees on the futon, reached up and started to unfasten Mitchell's pants. She got his belt undone and pulled the zipper down, then yanked both pants and boxers together down to the floor. Mitchell's hard erection was right at her face when she straightened up.

"Like my li'l sis says, 'Yummm'," Sissy said, and licked the head of the cock in front of her. She heard Mitchell's quick gasping intake of breath, then she swirled her tongue around the head before engulfing it with her mouth. Mitchell groaned with pleasure. Bobbing her head up and down, Sissy worked on the hard rod, enjoying the sheer erotic nastiness of sucking off a complete stranger. Sissy just loved it.

After getting Mitchell about as hard as he'd ever been in his life, she smiled up at him and said, "How's about getting this thing in me?" She laid back down on the futon and spread her legs, holding out her arms to indicate he should join her - and quickly. Mitchell dropped to his knees and scooted forward until he could get his hard cock to the entrance of Sissy's steaming hole. Sissy said, "That's it. Get that thing in me. Fuck me hard. I want your cock in me. All. The. Way. In. Me."

She helped Mitchell rub his cock along her slit and then guided him into her as he fell forward. His cock felt so good as it plunged into her. He wasn't any bigger than her dad so it was a good fit. Sissy reached around and grabbed Mitchell's butt cheeks in her hands and pulled him into her. She whispered in his ear, "Hard and fast and deep."

Mitchell may have not had much experience with an assertive woman - or in this case, young girl - but he wasn't about to let this hot wench go to waste. He started stroking in and out of Sissy's cunt, marveling at how wet and tight she was. She felt so damn good. For Sissy, she pulled hard on his butt cheeks with every inward stroke, trying to urge him deeper and deeper. She wanted to feel his cockhead banging against her cervix.

Mitchell did a yeoman's job, working on Sissy, speeding up and then slowing down. Sissy pulled her legs back as much as she could and finally got Mitchell's cock to hit bottom. She squeaked when it did and urged him to continue when he slowed because he thought he'd hurt her. Sissy pulled on his butt to get him going.

Sissy was just about getting to a screaming orgasm when Mitchell's butt cheeks started to clench as he jerked into her. She knew he was cumming and she pushed hard against him and brought herself over the edge, climaxing with a shriek of pleasure. Both were breathing hard and sweat was dripping from Mitchell's forehead. Finally, he collapsed down onto Sissy, rolling a little to the side to keep his weight off the slim girl. They lay there panting and recovering for a few minutes.

Sissy finally quieted down and caught her breath. She looked at Mitchell and said, "That was nice. I got so hot posing for you. Can we do this again? I'll have my mom to come down and sign anything you need."

"Oh, God. You're..." Mitchell started to say, and Sissy said "Amazing" along with him. She giggled and he laughed. His softening cock moved a little bit in her when he laughed. Sissy wiggled her hips in pleasure.

Looking at her, Mitchell said, "OK, now tell me. Just how close to eighteen are you? Truth!"

Sissy grinned and said, "Uh, got a ways to go yet. I'm twelve." Seeing the look of total surprise - or was it fear? - Sissy quickly added, "But I'll be thirteen pretty soon, though."

Mitchell acted like he'd been shocked. He pulled out of Sissy and got to his knees. "Oh, God! No! You're only TWELVE???"

Sissy nodded. "Mmm-hmmm. It's OK, though. Nobody's gonna do anything to ya. We can do this any time ya want. Modeling really gets me hot."

"TWELVE!!??" Mitchell said in exasperation. "Twelve?"

"Look, it's not that big a deal. It's OK if I have sex. Done it a lot. Don't worry about it. You won't get in any trouble. Jeez, talk about blowing the mood," Sissy said while grinning at him. "What difference does it make if I'm twelve or twenty? Fucking's fucking. Either ya like it or ya don't. Although I don't know anyone who doesn't like it." Sissy got up to kneel next to the astounded man and put her arms around him. "It was good. I liked it. We can do it some more, when you want."

"But you're only twelve!" Mitchell said again.

"Yah, yah. So what. Ya gotta admit that I fuck like I'm twenty," Sissy said. The shocked photographer just looked at her in wonder, but had to admit that she was right.

"Say, do you do any video stuff. I mean, do you shoot video or just still stuff? I've got some ideas for some really far out videos and I need someone to shoot them for me. I mean, I can't shoot them 'cuz I'll be in 'em. So, do ya?" Sissy asked, maintaining a little of her young airheaded girl act.

"Uh, I've done a little video. Wedding videos, birthdays, stuff like that," Mitchell said.

"No hot stuff? Like sex stuff?" Sissy asked.

Mitchell's eyes widened again. He had done a few vids with a girlfriend or two, but nothing really what you'd call hot.

Sissy ignored his non-answer and got up. She said, "So let's see what those pics look like. Were they pretty good? Did I do good?"

Mitchell tried to shake off his daze and got up. He walked to the camera, saying, "Yeah, they were real good. You're..." and Sissy said with him at the same time with a big grin on her face... "amazing." Mitchell laughed. He walked over to a desk with a computer on it and put the memory card in the reader. He copied the files off into the computer and they showed up as thumbnails on the screen.

Sissy looked at them and pointed to one where she was lying on the couch. "What's that one look like, blown up?"

Mitchell clicked on the thumb and it displayed in larger size on the screen. This was a high def screen and his camera must have been a really high megapixel one because Sissy could almost see the little bumps around her nipples. They went through the pictures, Sissy making comments and Mitchell making mental notes on the ones he liked. Well, actually he liked all of them as there really wasn't a real bad one in the bunch. Sometimes you lucked out that way. And sometimes you had the right model.

Sissy lightly put her arm around Mitchell's shoulder and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "You're pretty good, ya know," she whispered. He flushed and mumbled a thank you, then looked back at the pics. Sissy said, "And you take good pictures, too." When Mitchell turned his head back to her in surprise, Sissy gave him a nice kiss on the lips.

"Hey, where's your phone. I'll give my mom a call and she can come down and sign whatever thingie you need. 'Kay?" Sissy said brightly.

Mitchell got his voice back and said, "Uh, that's OK. I don't think I need a release signed. I can't do anything with these shots anyway. You're only twelve. Way underage." He was shaking at the thought of Sissy's parents finding out just what he did with her in addition to taking the sexy, and very nude, shots.

But Sissy was not to be put off. She had mischief on her mind and she also wanted to share good fucks with her mom. As the phone was on the desk next to the monitor, Sissy picked up the handset and quickly dialed her house, one arm still around Mitchell's neck. When Lynn answered the phone, Sissy said brightly, "Hi, Mom. Listen. I just had some really rad pics taken at the Mitchell Studio down by the pizza place. You know where that is. Yeah. Well, he needs you to come down and sign some paper or something." Sissy looked at Mitchell who sheepishly mouthed 'model release'. "Oh, yeah, a model release. Yeah. C'mon down right away. He got some terrif stuff. Hot glamor stuff. Yeah. OK. Bye."

Sissy hung up the phone and turned her head to Mitchell and said, "She'll be here in a while. Shouldn't be too long. It's not that far away." She gave him another kiss on the cheek.

Poor Mitchell was really in a mental quandary. First, the shots were all good. Really good. He had to admit that Sissy was a terrific model. Total natural. But second, she was only twelve years old. Just showing some of... well, most of these photos to anyone could get him busted for kiddie porn. Not to even mention that he'd just fucked this enticing sexpot. Twelve year old sexpot.

Sissy saw the play of emotions in the photographer. She didn't want to frighten him too badly, but she couldn't resist playing with his head a little more. No, not THAT head. Although that did enter her mind. Sissy pulled back away from the photographer, still keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and she spread her legs a bit. Looking down, she used her other hand to run her finger along the line of cum that was running down her inner thigh. Getting as much on her finger as she could, she looked at Mitchell and said, "You really came a lot, didn't ya?" and popped the finger into her mouth to suck it clean.

"Mmmmmmm," Sissy said, pulling the finger out and running it along her slit to get more. "Good!" she told him.

Mitchell couldn't remember having such a young girl, who was so obviously wanton in her actions, model for him. Well, that eight year old, once, who madly flirted with him and tried to let him see more of her young body than she should have. Or that he should have seen. He was used to shooting older women in the glamor shoots, so Sissy was really testing him. Well, blowing his mind, actually.

There were a few times when he was doing a boudoir shoot and the woman would come on to him, wanting him to do more than just take pictures of her nude or nearly nude. Most were not that good looking or were overweight and sloppy, which took all of his 'artistic' ability to make them look good. But there were a few younger women or 'MILFs' who also wanted to show their appreciation of his work. And Mitchell had bedded a number of them. But all had been not only over eighteen, but most were well over eighteen.

Sissy had nonchalantly kept her hand on his shoulder as she stood there, looking at the small pictures. The thumbnails on the screen. She'd have him enlarge one and the she'd make comments about how she looked or how it could be improved. "Doncha think my leg looks a little funny in that one? I guess I shoulda put it down a little more. You can clearly see my cunt in that one. I like that but I guess it would be sexier if it wasn't quite so exposed, wouldn't it?" she asked him. "You know. For 'glamour' type stuff."

Mitchell could only marvel at the total lack of embarrassment added to some very smart artistic insight that Sissy displayed. She pointed to one where she was lying back on the couch, her pert little titties standing straight up, nipples erect, looking wantonly directly at the camera. She said, "You know, that would be a really good one if my leg down there was pointed a little more. Looks sorta clunky down there, but the rest is really good. Whaddaya think?"

Mitchell enlarged the picture on the screen, then moved the mouse to the tool bar. Selecting the burn tool, he lightly stroked the mouse over the part of the picture that Sissy pointed out, darkening it and de-emphasizing the area visually. "How's that? Better?" he asked. Sissy nodded, surprised at what that little bit did to make the photo better. "Or this?" Mitchell quickly moved the mouse to select the cropping tool and cropped the picture a little tighter, eliminating the objectionable part.

Sissy sighed and said, "Wow. That's much better. Looks hotter, doesn't it?"

With a quiet chuckle, Mitchell nodded. "Yeah, it does. Normally I wouldn't crop a leg off mid calf because it doesn't look good, but this one works that way. You've got a good eye," he said, looking at her appreciatively.

"Thanks. Bod ain't so bad either, huh?" Sissy grinned at him. "Can you print that out?" she asked.

"Sure," Mitchell said and got up. He walked over to a large printer and turned it on. Checking the paper in it, he walked back over to the desk and clicked the mouse. The printer started whirring and clicking. Sissy quite unself-consciously naked walked over to the printer to watch the print come out. Mitchell just looked at her perfectly formed, tight ass and long legs as she walked away from him. Her every effortless movement seemed to just scream 'SEX!' at him. Mitchell felt his cock starting to harden again and immediately felt guilty about getting sexually excited over this twelve year old girl. But what a twelve year old girl!

Once the printer finished, Sissy picked up the print off of the output tray and held it up to look at it. The print was only 8x10 on a letter size sheet of high quality, gloss photo stock. It looked really good, but Sissy walked over to the photographer and asked, "Ummmm, this is really good, but can you, like, ummmm, make it longer and have not as much of the background in it?"

Mitchell just marveled at the young, nude girl in front of him. Total sexpot, a natural model and a great eye for composition. He slowly nodded and turned to the computer. Using the cropping tool, he cropped out most of the background so that Sissy's naked body and absolutely wanton sexual expression was the total focus of the picture. He felt Sissy's light hand on his shoulder again and the touch just aroused him more. Getting up, Mitchell walked over to another larger printer and turned it on. He took a minute to load it with what looked like a large white canvas. Then he returned to the desk and clicked several times and the printer sprang into life.

"What's that printer. How's it different from the other one. Was that material, like, canvas or something that you put in it?" Sissy asked, showing her inquisitive nature and attention to detail around her.

Mitchell nodded and said, "That's a giclee printer. It can print on materials other than paper. Like the piece of canvas that I put in it. Go take a look."

Again he marveled at the sexy backside of the young girl as she walked over to the printer. This one was quite a bit slower than the paper one, and Sissy could see the canvas slowly feeding into the machine and the printed part coming out, millimeter by millimeter. Sissy turned to Mitchell and said, "That's so kewl! I didn't know you could print on stuff like that!" She giggled and turned back, fascinated by watching the canvas creep out of the machine. When the printer stopped making the whirring and clicking sounds, Sissy asked, "Is it done now?" Mitchell walked over to the printer and removed the printed piece of canvas, holding it up for Sissy to see.

Giggling and bouncing up and down like the giggly schoolgirl she actually was, Sissy was delighted. The print was really exquisite, the canvas lending the look and feel of depth and richness to the very sexy pose. Sissy threw her arms around Mitchell's neck and gave him a big kiss.

"That is soooo totally rad! What're ya gonna do with it. Hang it up in the front?" Sissy asked.

"Uh, no. I don't think so. It's a picture of a naked twelve year old girl. A very sexy, naked, twelve year old girl. I'd get arrested if anyone even knew I had this or had taken such pictures of you," Mitchell told her.

"How much do they cost? My dad would buy it from you. He'd totally put it up in his computer room. It's so good!" Sissy enthused. A flash of fear ran through Mitchell's stomach. Her father would probably bring a gun and shoot him just for taking such pictures of his young pre-teen daughter. Even without finding out that Mitchell had fucked her AFTER taking the pictures. The photographer had the immediate desire to trash every shot, delete them from his computer, secure delete the trash and burn both of the prints. Those thoughts flitted across his mind as Sissy let loose of him, stopped the rubbing of her hips against his hardened cock and took the print from him to admire it.

The photographer said, "Mounted on stretchers, that one would go for about a hundred dollars or so. But you can have it."

"Mom and Dad will SO love this!" Sissy exclaimed in excitement. Then she threw her arms around Mitchell's neck and jumped up to wrap her long, slim legs around his waist. Grinding her hot cunt against his hard cock, she said, "It's really kewl. I'm glad I stopped in here today." Sissy gave him a hot, tongue kiss. Lots of tongue. Sissy was being REALLY appreciative.

And just then the chime rang for the front door. Someone had just entered the store despite the closed sign. Mitchell's heart jumped into his throat as he kicked himself for not locking the door. He tried to extract himself from Sissy and rush to the front of the store. Once he'd removed her from him, he started toward the door, only to realize that he was naked from the waist down. His raging hard on had suddenly softened though. Frantically, Mitchell looked around for where he'd dropped his pants. Spying them next to the futon, he rushed over to put them on.

"Hello? Anyone here?" came Lynn's voice from the front.

[Continued in 27B]

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