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Digital World
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Jenny is offered a photo-shoot but her boyfriend is 
unable to take her. The fashion shoot soon turns out to 
be more than just a photography session. (MMF, nc, 
oral, anal)

***

Jenny had been flattered to have been invited to a 
photo shoot by a top photographer but was a little wary 
to begin with. She'd seen an advert on the notice board 
at Uni which was advertising for potential models but 
she had ignored the ad.

Jenny had been flattered to have been invited to a 
photo shoot by a top photographer but was a little wary 
to begin with. She'd seen an advert on the notice board 
at Uni which was advertising for potential models but 
she had ignored the ad.

Her boyfriend Mark, however, had sent a couple of 
pictures of Jenny to the guy who had called Mark on his 
mobile a week later inviting Jenny to a free, no 
obligation photo shoot nearby.

The studio was a local warehouse in the middle of an 
industrial park out of town and was obviously on a 
short term lease. The deal was that the photographer, 
Richie, would take a series of pictures and produce a 
portfolio for her which could result in Jenny getting 
modelling work. Jenny was a little modest, not wanting 
to be centre of attention but, never the less, enjoyed 
looking her best and knowing she was attractive.

Richie had told Mark he had produced work for a number 
of major High Street retailers for display in windows, 
bill-boards, magazines and even catalogues.

His credentials sounded perfect and although Jenny was 
apprehensive, she agreed and was secretly looking 
forward to the occasion.

Mark had agreed to go with her, to hold her hand as 
such but on the day of the shoot, Mark was unable to 
attend, family matters that required his presence else 
where. Jenny was going to cancel the appointment but 
Mark reassured her and gave her the cab fare as he was 
unable to drive her there. 

Jenny was wearing her usual casual clothes that made 
her look simply stunning, tight fitting jeans that 
showed off her arse and a tight fitting top that showed 
off her bust. As agreed, she took with her a couple of 
other items, a cocktail dress and swimsuit so Richie 
could produce a wide range of photos.

The cab arrived at the warehouse unit and the 
surrounding area looked pretty deserted. She paid the 
driver and rang on the bell. The intercom buzzed and 
she opened the door. She looked around and heard a door 
open to her left. Before her stood Richie, a big 
Rastafarian standing a good six foot four and fully 
dread-locked. Jenny visibly gulped but Richie smiled 
and welcomed her, aware of her nervousness.

He tried to put her mind at ease and showed her to the 
area he'd set up as a studio, big lights with 
umbrella's around them and an array of high tech 
digital SLR cameras and a laptop. He offered her some 
water from the dispenser and gave it to her in a red 
plastic cup which seemed strangely familiar to her. 
These were the same cups she'd seen in a documentary 
about the porn industry on TV recently. She shrugged 
her shoulders, assuming she was just a bit paranoid.

Richie showed her the changing area behind the main 
back drop and it seemed all very above board and 
genuine. Richie was very professional at this point and 
his intentions seemed sincere. Jenny was beginning to 
relax, believing they were the only two people in the 
building and clueless as to the presence of covert 
cameras filming moving images to a control room 
upstairs.

Richie relaxed Jenny by taking some pictures just of 
her head and shoulders, portrait pictures which he 
projected on to a flat screen monitor for Jenny to see. 
Despite the fact this looked almost amateurish, he took 
some decent pictures. With the cost of the kit he had 
available to him, it was hardly surprising. Add to this 
he was also contracting for one the UK's adult cable TV 
channels, he'd had plenty of experience of getting the 
frame and focus right. 

Richie told Jenny he'd plenty of portrait pictures and 
he'd like to do some evening gown or cocktail dress 
pictures now, offering her a spliff first. Jenny 
declined, she didn't do drugs, she didn't even smoke. 
She had two vices, she enjoyed alcohol and she enjoyed 
sex with Mark. Other than that, she was relatively 
straight and boring in a nice way.

She went behind the curtain and began to change, taking 
off her jeans and top and peeling off her bra – her 
cocktail dress was a backless one and a bra would have 
been totally out of place. A covert camera perfectly 
placed above the changing area permitted a perfect view 
of her ample breasts which Richie was able to flick 
across to on his laptop. Jenny heard Richie milling 
around on his side of the curtain and just assumed his 
joint was getting the better of him, unaware he was 
getting a hard on looking at her changing.

She reappeared and he directed her to a new set with 
some bean bags covered in white sheepskin rugs for her 
lie across, subtly trying to get a shot of her 
delightful cleavage. Jenny was also unaware that the 
control room were also getting the images from Richie's 
camera live at the same time. There were two guys and 
another guest in the control room and they were loving 
the images they were receiving. They were all finding 
themselves getting hard, too. They'd been in the 
industry a long time and had seen almost everything but 
every so often a lady comes along that is so horny, you 
just cannot be immune to. And Jenny was such a lady. 

Jenny was aware that she was posing in a rather 
provocative manner but it was only for the camera and, 
anyway, it was only Richie and her, so she thought. And 
Richie had taken photo's of some very famous people, 
she'd seen the display earlier. She later found out how 
clever the photo editor cut and paste programs can be 
as all Richie's promotion photo's of Madonna, Kylie and 
Shania Twain were all doctored and nothing was genuine. 
Neither was Richie's intentions. 

"Now she is so hot," said the director in the control 
room. The second one agreed.

"Sure is, Omar," the engineer replied.

Meanwhile, Jenny was getting into the mood for the 
photo shoot and was becoming more relaxed, happy to 
comply with Richie's requests. She even happily hitched 
up the hem of her dress to allow a high-thigh picture.

Soon, it was time for the swimsuit picture and this 
involved Jenny having to get fully naked before donning 
her bikini. The overhead camera's caught everything, 
especially as she bent over to pull up her bikini 
bottoms, the lens honing in on her rear and her pussy, 
her beautiful blond bush delicately sculpted into a 
love heart adding to her mystique and desirability.

"I've got to fuck this beauty," Omar said from the 
control room.

"But this is Richie's show, you're just the director," 
his mate said.

"Yeah, and as director, I'm directing me into the 
picture," Omar said, giving a sly wink. The guest 
smiled wryly to himself.

Jenny reappeared and Richie set about taking photo's of 
her in her two piece swim suit, a deck chair and a sand 
pit set against a beach back ground endeavouring to add 
a bit of atmosphere, albeit a tacky one.

Jenny was very relaxed and was actually enjoying her 
self, flaunting her delightful body to the camera, 
forgetting about the Rastafarian behind the camera, the 
bright lights in her eyes making it impossible to see 
anything other than a rough outline of his giant frame.

Then Richie dropped the bomb shell. 

"OK ma'am, how about we loose the top?" he suggested. 
Jenny looked winded like she'd been punched. 

"W-what?" she stammered. Richie began to show his 
frustration.

"Get your top off, woman and flash me dem tits," he 
said, his Jamaican accent making him sound like a 
gangster. Gangsta rapper, maybe!

Jenny shuddered. The thought of taking her top of in 
front of this stranger did not appeal to her. Sure, 
she'd been topless on the beach once or twice before 
but never like this. Hell, it was scary. Then her mind 
went through another train of thought, that he was a 
photographer, a professional one by the looks of the 
kit he had at his disposal and it was quite normal to 
have a series of topless photos within a portfolio.

Her mind began to feel more at ease as she imagined the 
stupidity of her angst, and she didn't have to keep the 
topless pictures in her portfolio if she didn't want 
to.

Richie remained poker faced as her mind went through 
the thought process before she sighed to herself and 
reached behind her, unclipping herself and pulling the 
slinky straps down her pasty white arms, revealing her 
nicely proportioned breasts, the paleness of her skin 
contrasting with the darker areola, her nipples 
protruding from her globes like delicate little rose 
buds. 

Richie gave Jenny orders on how to stand, what sort of 
pose, her facial expressions and Jenny temporarily 
forgot about her brief embarrassment of being half 
naked with this total stranger who was snapping away 
with his camera like a man possessed. He could have 
been a trigger happy bandit the way he was recording 
images and she could see images flashing up on his 
laptop monitor in the distance. Jenny lost count how 
many images she'd posed for but it wasn't as bad as she 
thought. Everything had, so far, been tastefully done.

Richie placed his camera down, taking another drag of 
his whacky baccy before delving into a holdall and 
removing a long rectangular box. Jenny watched as he 
broke the seal on the new box and removed it's content, 
a large vibrator which had nobbles along the shaft 
making it look like one of those nutty candy bars.

He then produced a bottle of lubricant with a pump 
dispenser.

"Get 'dem knickers off and this inside your pussy," he 
ordered nonchalantly, almost like he was ordering a 
take-away from Burger King. Jenny was still laid over a 
bean bag and her jaw visibly dropped.

"You expect me to masturbate for you, in front of the 
camera?" he asked, incredulously. Richie glared at her.

"Don't make me ask you a second time," he said dryly to 
her and she saw the menace within his eyes. She thought 
dope was supposed to make people more chilled out but 
Richie was definitely getting more agitated. She felt 
vulnerable and scared.

Sure, she'd been naked with men before but only in 
front of boyfriends, not total strangers. Jenny had not 
been a great fan of one night stands and to that 
effect, she'd had a bit of a sheltered life. She was 
really apprehensive about this but she reluctantly 
agreed. Jenny was scared and wished Mark was with her 
as she sat on the bean bag and laid back, pulling her 
briefs off and revealing her glorious vagina, her neat 
pubic hair visible to this big Rastafarian who was high 
on weed.

"Cover it with this" he ordered, blankly as he stood 
over her and handed her the vibrator and gel. Jenny 
looked up at his eyes and saw no compassion. She 
noticed he was sporting an erection behind his Wrangler 
jeans and she shuddered at the thought that this guy 
might want to relieve himself by using her.

Jenny conformed, hoping to get the entire episode over 
and done with. So far, it had been nothing other than 
very professional, even if it were embarrassing. She 
spread the lubricating gel over the vibrator, noticing 
the gel dispenser had a well known brand name on the 
side. These gels were designed to give heightened 
pleasure to both (or all) partners and Jenny had, so 
far, never tried this type of sexual stimulation. Using 
a lubricant and a vibrator would both be new 
experiences.

She squirted some lubricant on to her hands and spread 
it over the shaft of the sex toy, working it like she 
was masturbating Mark, her hand slow and smooth, her 
actions accidentally erotic as she wanked the toy. She 
squirted some more lubricant on to her hand and 
fingers, applying it to her own pussy, over the outer 
lips first, then over her clitoris, then deeper into 
her self. She felt the warm tingling sensation produced 
by the gel as it stimulated her nerve endings, causing 
her untold pleasure and she had to physically control 
her moaning as she became more aroused. Richie had been 
watching her and reached for his camera.

"Look at me and spread 'dem legs, sweetie," he said, 
squatting down to get a better angle on Jenny's 
moistened pussy. For the next ten minutes, she played 
and fingered with her self, using the vibrator gently 
on her sensitive outer lips and against her inner 
thighs, making her incredibly aroused. God, how she 
wished Mark was here. She could do with a good shafting 
right now and a vibrator fell short of what she wanted, 
despite the fact the vibrator was larger than Mark's 
tool. But she wanted something warm and hard, not cold 
and hard inside her pussy.

With Richie's encouragement, she slowly pushed the 
vibrator deeper into herself, desperately trying to 
surpress her own breathing which was becoming more 
laboured and heavier as she got more aroused. She was 
getting to the stage where she might orgasm soon and 
she felt embarrassed about coming in front of a total 
stranger. Richie sensed her impending predicament and 
was ready for her finale.

"Kneel down and lean on dem bean bags" he told her. 
"I'll set off some fireworks behind you, just keep 
looking at me. Then there'll be a big bang," he stated. 
Jenny envisaged her ordeal was reaching the end and she 
inwardly sighed a deep sigh of relief.

She posed as told and some pyrotechnics started, large 
Roman candles setting off a backdrop either side of her 
bare hips as she bucked like she was being fucked by 
the invisible man, just like Richie had ordered her.

She was looking at Richie, as per instructions and the 
sound of the pyrotechnics behind her drowned out the 
sound of movement behind her. Richie saw Omar and his 
mind worked in line with Omar's. 

"Ready for the big bang?" Richie shouted over the sound 
of the fireworks. Jenny nodded, the vibrator still in 
her pussy but her bucking action was making it fall 
out. She felt it fall out but no thud as it hit the 
floor. Then she felt it re-enter her and she wondered 
what was going on.

"Keep looking at me," Richie said. Jenny did, still 
bucking her hips as the sensation in her pussy warmed 
up, the tingling from the lubricating gel arousing her 
even more. The vibrator went in deeper and felt 
different from before. She glanced round and saw Omar, 
a big black UK porno star knelt behind her and he 
smiled at Jenny, bringing his arms up to show her he 
held the vibrator in his hand. But how could that be? 
She could feel the large thing inside her vagina. 

"Shit!" she shouted as it dawned on her that the 
sensation inside her was not a sex toy, but the real 
thing, a porn star's massive cock inside her own pussy. 
Omar smiled as she bucked more to remove her self from 
him, not realising he was incredibly well endowed. 

"Stop!" she ordered as Omar placed the vibrator down on 
the floor and grabbed her hips with his large black 
hands, forcing himself as deep into her as he could, 
wanting to give her every centimetre of his manhood, to 
feel the pressure of her cervix against the head of his 
throbbing cock. Jenny wanted it to stop but she was so 
aroused and the lubricant made her even more aroused 
that she knew she was approaching climax.

She shook her head in denial, fearful that she was 
being unfaithful to Mark, something she had never done 
before. She and Mark had a great relationship, this 
would spoil it. She began to hate him for talking her 
into this darned photo shoot in the first place.

Omar was thrusting himself deeper into Jenny, his 
strong hands forcing her back onto his immense 
erection, impaling her with his cock.

"Stop," she muttered but Omar's breathing was heavy and 
he feigned deafness as he rocketed towards his orgasm. 
Jenny glanced up and saw the images of her being fucked 
by this black porn star being relayed to the large flat 
screen she'd seen earlier and she guessed that there 
was someone else other than Omar and Richie in the 
building, observing them. From the angle of the shots, 
she guessed the whereabouts of the covert cameras and 
she groaned inwardly. How could she have been so 
sodding stupid?

"You're so fucking horny," Omar said between his heavy 
breathing, "You'd make a brilliant porn star" he 
uttered.

"No, no, no" she said, but her body defied her, the 
tingling erotic lubricant added to the arousal from the 
vibrator and now the depth of this stranger's cock in 
her moist pussy had brought her to the point of no 
return.

"Noooooo!" she screamed as her body tensed and an 
almighty orgasm, the likes she'd never experienced 
before wracked through her body, her sensations 
heightened for several seconds and her muscles became 
rigid, her pussy lips involuntarily squeezing on Omar's 
rock hard cock. She felt an unusual moistness in her as 
she squirted her own cum over Omar's big black dick and 
this heightened his pleasure.

"You fucking horny mama," he uttered as he thrust 
himself as deep into her as he could, the action felt 
he was so deep it was compressing her own diaphragm, 
making it impossible for her to breathe. Then Omar 
ejaculated deep inside Jenny, his salty white semen 
pumping into her unprotected cervix.

Jenny collapsed forwards onto the bean bag, her 
breathing still laboured as she tried to regain her 
composure. She felt the dick in her slide out, tease 
her lips and re enter her. This happened a few times 
before it started fucking her hard again. She knew Omar 
was a porn star but she didn't think he'd have that 
level of stamina. She lay on her belly, being fucked 
and she wondered how this had ever come about. She 
remembered the ad on the wall at Uni, how Mark had been 
unable to attend, how Richie had begun all very 
professional. She looked up and could not see Richie. 
Where the fuck had he pissed off to now? 

She looked up at the big monitor and she soon found 
out. It was now his turn. The big Rastafarian was now 
plunging his firmness into her well used pussy, farting 
noises emanated from her pussy as Omar's spunk oozed 
out and combined with air being pumped in by Richie. He 
was a well built guy, bigger than Mark's cock and, by 
all normal reasoning, it should have hurt like hell. 
Then she saw the bottle of lubricant gel by his knees 
and guessed he had covered himself with the tingly gel. 

Then it dawned on her. It was the gel which had helped 
to aroused her, to enable her to accommodate Omar and 
Richie even though she'd never had a cock that big 
before. Sure, she'd enjoyed some male meat before but 
never on this magnitude.

She began to feel the gel sensitising her inner self 
and as Richie pumped himself in and out of her pussy, 
she couldn't help but get aroused. She reached for her 
own nipples and caressed them, lost in her own little 
world, pinching her nipples with one hand, stroking her 
clit with her other.

"I'm coming. Make me come," she uttered out loud. 
Richie continued at the same rate, but with more force, 
her tits bouncing with the motion.

"Oh Christ, I'm coming," she squealed as, once again, 
her slender young body went into another orgasm, her 
entire body momentarily taken over by physical release 
of pent up tension and arousal. Almost simultaneously, 
Richie emptied the contents of his scrotum into her 
waiting love tunnel, thrusting as he pumped, his reefer 
still between his lips, his jet black hands over her 
pale white hips.

Richie removed himself from her private area, not 
bothering to dress himself and stepping over his 
clothing like a teenager might.

Jenny sat up and leaned back against a bean bag, 
feeling the warmth of the two men's semen dribbling out 
of her vagina.

Jenny heard a door open and she covered her nakedness 
with her hands in reflex. What happened next shook her 
world. She saw a face coming towards her that she 
recognised. She had no idea there was a guest in the 
place and she began to blush with embarrassment.

"Hiya!" the voice said. It was a friend from Uni, a 
total looser who'd asked her out countless times and 
she'd refused. She was with Mark but this looser had 
always fancied her.

Jenny nodded, drawing her knees up to her chin. She 
eyed him cautiously.

"Where's Mark?" he asked. Jenny remained silent.

"Will you go out with me?" he asked in a matter of fact 
way. Jenny shook her head.

"Then will you fuck me?" he asked. Jenny almost laughed 
out loud.

"No way," she said, feeling very vulnerable all of a 
sudden.

"Oh, I think you will fuck me. You see, the engineer is 
a friend of mine and he's burning a copy of the footage 
to DVD as we speak. Shall I get a second copy for 
Mark?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Jenny paled.

"No," she said.

"Or maybe a copy for the Dean at Uni," he smirked, 
enjoying her discomfort. "Maybe I could duplicate it 
and sell it to everyone at Uni" he said. Jenny shrank 
back towards the bean bag, her skin crawling with the 
thought of this creep being intimate with her. He'd 
obviously seen everything earlier.

"Oh yes, I think £3 a go will be affordable to 
everyone. I know how hard up students can be. And I'm 
very hard up" he said, accentuating the last two words 
and rubbing his groin. "Lucky I've got enough money, 
even though it is Dad's" he joked. "I might even donate 
copies free of charge..." he said, allowing his words 
to taper off. Jenny gulped.

"OK. What do you want? Money?"

The jerk laughed. "I've enough of my own and Daddy's 
money thank you" he smiled to himself, his yellow teeth 
bared like a rabid dog. "No, like I said earlier, I 
think you'll agree to fuck me" he said. Jenny shook her 
head.

"So be it," he said, walking towards the control room.

"Stop," said Jenny. The geek stopped and turned, his 
poker face unfaltering. There was a short silence.

"OK," said Jenny. The yellow teeth bared themselves 
again.

"Good," he said. "Let's start right away." Jenny 
shivered involuntarily despite the warmth seeping out 
of her well-used pussy. Richie reached for a handycam, 
his strides still absent and his now limp cock dangled 
between his legs, looking large even when he was limp. 
Omar had perked up and was watching in eager 
anticipation.

"Well?" the creep barked at her. She shrugged.

"I can hardly take my clothes off for you, can I?" 
Jenny retorted, angrily. Little did she know she'd pay 
for that remark later.

The creep approached her, unzipping himself in the 
process and removing his below average sized erection. 
Her pussy lips had been stretched to capacity, she 
doubted this could hurt her physically. She would soon 
discover how perverted this creep was.

"On your knees, bitch," he ordered, the malice in his 
voice made the scenario scary for her. 

"Make it good," Richie added, his comment aimed at 
Jenny. "I'm sure you don't wanna do more than one shoot 
of this picture," he grinned evilly. Jenny swallowed 
hard and obeyed the command. The next two hours would 
be a special type of torture for her. And how the 
torture was humiliating to her...

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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