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The Camera Loves Me
by NaughtySamantha (samanthachadborn@gmail.com)

***
 
I become a porno star. You should know that I'm neither 
a recovering nymphomaniac nor an amateur easy-after-a-
few-drinks-take-me-home-and-have-your-nasty-way-with-me 
nymphomaniac. Instead, I'm an ardent, unabashed, full-
fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing, 
sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring 
nymphomaniac. (MF, exh, mast, oral)


***

Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see-
through chemise and back in her librarian's glasses, a 
simple navy blue dress with Peter Pan collar, fake 
pearls and respectably low heels. She's no longer Paris 
Hilton on steroids, just a very respectable town 
librarian "Melody says you might be interested in 
making some money."

"Of course. Who isn't?" I'm suspicious. "What's the 
job?"

It's two days since the swinger's party. Mrs. Goddard 
has asked me to meet in a coffee shop near my house. 
She explains that she's bought Mr. Haddingham's 
photography studio and is looking for models.

"You would be wonderful" she tells me. "You've got this 
gorgeous face and your body has really filled out 
nicely." I think it's not surprising that she's noticed 
my filled-out body since it's only a couple of days 
since she runs her tongue all the way from my filled-
out breasts to my clitoris and back again while the 
deputy bank manager fucks her doggy-style and her 
husband watches. "Have you ever done any modeling, 
Samantha?"

This doesn't seem quite the right time to tell her 
about the times Julie and I take off our clothes and 
fuck and suck for Mr. Haddingham, his friends and their 
cameras in the same studio Mrs. Goddard has just taken 
over. Anyway, we were young then, and foolish.

"Not really..."

"Would you like to?"

I'm still suspicious. "What sort of modeling? Clothing 
or... like nude... that sort of thing?"

Mrs. Goddard opens her hands wide and smiles. She has a 
nice smile. Exactly like a librarian in a movie. 
"Whatever you'd like, my dear." She leans over the 
table confidentially. "There's some nice money to be 
made modeling clothes for the local stores, of course." 
She pauses significantly. "But the real money's in 
nudity..."

***

Mr. Haddingham's studio — now Mrs. Goddard's studio — 
has hardly changed since Julie and I do our modeling 
there.

The same lighting grid still covers the ceiling and 
lights are still scattered around the floor on black, 
metal stands. The same black leather chairs sit in 
corners and the same long, black leather couch (now 
occupied by two battered teddy bears) covers part of 
the thick white carpet. The faux-Chinese screen still 
cuts off one corner of the studio. Only the teddy 
bears, a copy of Playgirl, a TV, a double bed and two 
fading bamboo palms have been added.

I sit on the black leather couch next to Mrs. Goddard 
and the teddy bears wearing a thin, silk Chinese robe. 
We sip tea and wait for the bra and panty marks to fade 
so I can get dressed again. So I can undress again, 
this time for the camera, without any marks on my skin.

"Men don't like the marks" explains Mrs. Goddard as if 
revealing classified information. "Another couple of 
minutes should do it." She changes the subject. "I 
think men are a bit tired of all those gruesome fuck 
films and are looking for something... how can I say... 
more tantalizing... more innocent. Don't you?"

I don't answer. I've never been a man. At this age, 
just about all I know about men is that they're so 
simple, so focused on sex, it's almost impossible for 
any intelligent woman to understand them.

Mrs. Goddard sips her tea. "That's what I'm trying to 
give them... lusty, busty innocence... and I think 
you're the perfect girl for it."

I like the flattery, want more. "Why me? There's lots 
of pretty girls who'll take their clothes off..."

"I've tried others. But they all look and act like 
hookers in front of the camera. You look like a horny 
virgin... you've got this great slim body..." one hand 
goes inside my robe to cup a breast "and these amazing 
big boobs and nipples." Her fingers play with my 
nipple. "And when you want to, you can act like a 
whore. Like at the party. But you still look sweet and 
innocent. Every man's wet dream..." I remember the 
words. Melody uses them when she's getting me ready for 
the party, all braids and sexy schoolgirl uniform. 
Seems Melody and Mrs. Goddard have been talking.

"Thanks." I move away from Mrs. Goddard's hand. This is 
not the time to mix pleasure with business. Maybe 
later. Maybe if I get really horny making the film. But 
I don't think I will. It's just work. "And you 
guarantee it won't be sold in North America? Promise?"

Mrs. Goddard crosses her heart. "Absolute guarantee. 
Only the Far East. Mostly Japan and Thailand, in fact." 
She considers. "Apparently Asian men love watching 
beautiful white girls with enormous boobs take their 
clothes off and masturbate." She puts her tea cup down 
on the floor. "Then again, who doesn't?" She sighs, 
doesn't wait for an answer. "Now, let's see if the 
marks are gone."

"Wait a minute. What's this about masturbation? You 
want me to..."

Mrs. Goddard nods. "Of course, dear. That's what they 
call the money shot. If you don't know how to... if 
you've never done it... I can show you."

I giggle. "I know how to do it."

"I'm sure you do, dear. I expect you're very good at 
it." She sounds like my mother.

"Wow... I haven't expected this," An interesting 
picture of me flat on my back jerking off in front of a 
camera flashes into my mind. "How much? What are you 
paying?"

Mrs. Goddard frowns. It's like I'm using bad language 
in church. "I get a thousand dollars for a half hour. 
We'll split it? Five hundred each."

Five hundred dollars is a helluval lot of money just 
for taking my clothes off and doing what I love doing, 
almost every day, in fact. The thought starts to excite 
me and I certainly need the money. But if I'm as good 
as she says I am, I can probably get more.

"Make it six hundred for me... or I get dressed and go 
home." I tighten the Chinese robe belt.

Mrs. Goddard sighs. "Samantha... Samantha... ok, but 
it's got to be real. No faking."

"I never fake it. Don't have to," I smile proudly.

"All right. Now let's look for marks."

I slip the robe off. Mrs. Goddard touches my shoulders 
with delicate hands. "Yes... almost gone." Her hands 
cup my breasts. "Nothing here...", move down to my 
waist. "No marks." One hand touches between my legs and 
lingers, maybe testing for interest. "No panty marks. 
Thank you for shaving, my dear. Men like that." One 
finger caresses the tip of my clitoris. "I do like your 
little pussy... and I think it was such a good idea to 
bring Melody's schoolgirl outfit... you look so sweet 
in it."

***

Mrs. Goddard directs like the great Spielberg. "We're 
going to do three ten-minute sections. Each time you 
wear something different... school uniform... street 
clothes... negligee... that sort of thing. But it 
always ends the same way. You masturbate and orgasm.

"This is the situation for the first one... you've just 
come in from school and you're going to change out of 
your uniform into something more comfortable. But 
you're not going to undress immediately. Tease a bit. 
Men like that." She adjusts a light. "Would you rather 
look at the camera while I'm shooting... or pretend you 
don't know the camera's here?"

I pull on a black fishnet stocking, attach the black 
lace suspender, smooth the stocking over my thigh. 
"Like... what's the difference?"

Mrs. Goddard is professional. I guess she's had to 
explain this before. "If you look at the camera you're 
stripping for somebody who's actually in the room with 
you. Possibly an older man who just wants to watch 
you... and jerk off while he watches. Maybe he's paying 
you. Or maybe he's a relative... a rich uncle or 
someone who'll buy you a car... or pay for a week at a 
Club Med in the Caribbean... if you take your clothes 
off and touch yourself for him... do this little thing 
for him. If you look at the camera, he's the camera."

She turns the stereo on to something soft and sweet. 
"But if you pretend you don't know the camera's here... 
don't look at it... ignore it... it's like a man's 
watching you undress through the keyhole or the window. 
He's a voyeur." She moves a plant closer to the couch. 
"Which is sexier for you, honey? I want you to feel 
sexy. I want you to feel really, really sexy."

I remember Nancy's uncle watching us through the hole 
in the cottage wall while we undress and rub oil on 
each other's bodies. I've done the voyeur bit. I'll try 
the exhibitionist angle. "I'll look at the camera. That 
way, I'm in charge. That's sexier for me."

"How you surprise me" Mrs. Goddard says sarcastically. 
She bends over the camera. "I can direct you... tell 
you what to do... because I'm shooting silent." She 
turns the music up a little. "I add this same music 
later." She adjusts something on the camera. "Now, walk 
in like I told you... remember everything's in one 
take. Only one. No edits. So just do what comes 
naturally, Samantha, darling. Action..."

I walk in from off-camera, drop my school bag on the 
couch. I look back and smile shyly over one shoulder at 
the camera. It's the same shy smile, suitable for an 
innocent schoolgirl, I've practiced for half an hour in 
front of my bedroom mirror. I push the teddy bears 
aside, sit down facing the camera and pick up the 
Playgirl. I cross my legs, open the magazine, page 
through, looking for pictures of naked men.

"Now spread your legs a bit. Not too much."

I uncross so the camera can look up my kilt.

"Very nice" says Mrs. Goddard. There's a long pause. I 
suspect it's because she's zooming in up my kilt. So I 
spread my legs a little more. I find a blond Russian in 
the magazine, not much older than me, lying on his side 
staring out at the camera. Seems he's a hockey player 
who wants to come to Canada and play in the NHL "and 
loves big-breasted women and nude beaches." His shaved 
cock dangles, flows, over one beautifully muscled 
thigh, almost touches the sheet underneath him. It must 
be enormous when erect. I feel a little quiver of 
interest.

"Very nice... very nice... now a little more thigh, 
Samantha..." I adjust my seat, pull my kilt higher. 
"The magazine... the stuff you're reading... is 
starting to make you horny, Samantha. Touch yourself as 
if you're thinking of masturbating... and look at the 
camera when you do it. Be provocative. Tease."

One hand goes under my kilt. A finger rubs my pussy 
over my thong. To my surprise, it's already a little 
damp. I smile, all sweet and flirty, at the camera. 
Whoever's watching is some lucky guy. Maybe he's 
already starting a hard-on.

"Very nice... very nice... now take the stockings and 
panties off, Samantha... then everything else. Slowly, 
please, slowly... and look at the magazine or the 
camera and smile sexy while you do it..."

Garter belt, stockings and thong come off. Then the 
kilt. I take my time untying the tie, undoing the shirt 
buttons and taking the shirt off. Now it's bra time. I 
reach for the clasp behind my back, glance at the 
camera, smile shyly, change my mind, go back to the 
picture of the naked Russian. His cock hasn't moved. 
Maybe he's gay.

"That's great... a little longer... then the bra. 
Lovely teasing."

I've never taken so long to undo a bra. When it does 
come off and my breasts are free my nipples suddenly 
harden. Like a man's erection. They jut out from my 
breasts like little bullets. This is working. I feel 
sexy and in charge.

Mrs. Goddard's voice is strained, tight. "The camera 
loves you, sweetie. Now lie back and start playing with 
your boobs... then your pussy. You know what to do. 
You've done it lots of times when you're alone. Think 
sexy... think the sexiest things you possible can... 
whatever turns you on...I want you to cum Samantha... I 
want you to cum for this man watching you... maybe lots 
of men watching you... yes... lots of men... wanting 
you. Gorgeous rich men."

It's not just one. A dozen men, all rich, generous 
hunks, are watching me. I lift a breast to my mouth, 
suck on one hard nipple. Then the other. I smile at the 
men watching me, run my tongue around the nipple, blow 
a kiss at the watchers. If they don't have hard-ons by 
now they're probably dead.

***

I lie naked on Mrs. Goddard's couch, my legs spread 
wide... fondle my breasts... close my eyes... think 
fantasy.

I'M IN THE TEAM'S LOCKER ROOM. OUR BOYS WIN THE HOCKEY 
MATCH, I'M THE PRIZE. BEHIND A ONE-WAY MIRROR COACHES 
WATCH ME, WAIT, IMPATIENT.

UNDRESS, HANG CLOTHES IN LOCKER. SMILE AT MIRROR, WALK 
NAKED INTO SHOWER ROOM. WHERE THE BOYS ARE. NONE SPEAK, 
JUST STARE. EVERY BOY STARTS ERECTION. AM FLATTERED. 
TURN ON SHOWER. BOYS WATCH STEAMING HOT WATER CARESS MY 
BODY, RUN OFF NIPPLES IN STREAMS. SOAP BODY. TAKE LONG 
TIME. BREASTS SWAY LIKE HUGE MELONS. NIPPLES HARD. SOAP 
EXCITES ME. CARESS BETWEEN LEGS, ON CLIT, IN PUSSY. 
BOYS, ALL MALE MUSCLE, STAND LUSTING UNDER SHOWERS, 
HOLD COCKS, WATCH. NO SPEAKING. I'M SAD FOR THEM.

WANT TO HELP. GO BOY TO BOY, SOAP COCKS AND BALLS. 
COCKS HARDEN MORE. BALLS TIGHTEN. BOYS WANT ME, DESERVE 
ME. THEY WON THE MATCH, NOW WANT THE PRIZE. BOYS FONDLE 
MY BREASTS, HUGE, FULL, HEAVY LIKE MOTHER'S. BOYS WITH 
THROBBING ERECTIONS FINGER MY PUSSY. ERECTIONS BECAUSE 
OF ME. I'M RESPONSIBLE. AM PROUD. DON'T LOOK IN EYES. 
DON'T WANT THEM THINKING I'M EASY, JUST SEXY. STROKE 
CLIT.

I smile at the camera, not a shy smile now, a fuck-me 
smile... I lick my lips... slowly slide fingers into my 
mouth... suck on it. Fingers becomes the cocks of all 
these men watching... I suck deeper...

BOY SOAPS MY BODY. LINGERS UNDER HUGE BREASTS, DOWN 
BETWEEN LEGS. FINGERS TOUCH CLIT, SLIDE INSIDE. BOYS 
WATCH, STROKE COCKS. WATER POURS OVER MUSCLES, OFF ENDS 
OF COCKS. WANTING ME. ALL OF THEM. OTHER BOYS SOAP ME, 
KISS ME, FONDLE BODY. LOVE IT. LOVE HARD MALE HANDS. 
THEY TRY TO PUSH COCKS BETWEEN MY LEGS. PUSH AWAY. 
NO... NOT YET... NOT YET. DON'T LOOK IN EYES. NOT THAT 
SORT OF GIRL. NOT YET. WHEN SAM... WHEN? SOON... SOON. 
PATIENCE BOYS.

KISS BOYS ON LIPS, DON'T LOOK IN EYES. SLIDE SLIPPERY 
WET FEMALE BODY OVER SLIPPERY WET MALE BODIES. BEND TO 
TAKE COCKS IN MOUTH. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. STAY BENDING 
FOR THRUSTING WET COCKS TO SLITHER BETWEEN HUGE WET 
BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO CUM IN MOUTH AND VALLEY OF SHADOW 
OF BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO LEAVE CUM IN VALLEY OF SHADOW 
OF BREASTS. BOYS MUST WAIT. PATIENCE BOYS.

Fingers flutter and dance over my breasts, tease my 
nipples...

WALK BACK TO LOCKER ROOM. WATER DRIPS OFF NAKED BODY, 
LEAVES TRAIL. BOYS CAN FOLLOW TRAIL, FIND ME. KNOW 
THEY'LL FIND ME. KNOW THEY'LL WANT ME. KNOW THE COACHES 
WATCH ON OTHER SIDE OF MIRROR. COACHES ALL BIG AND OLD 
LIKE FATHER WATCH ME. WANT ME. JUST LIKE BOYS WANT ME.

FIND USED TOWEL ON BENCH IN LOCKER ROOM. PICK UP, SNIFF 
DEEP. SMELLS OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE SMELL OF MALE 
SWEAT. LICK THE TOWEL. TASTES OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE 
TASTE OF MALE SWEAT. RUB THE TOWEL ON PUSSY, WRAP 
AROUND HIPS.

Fingers slip and slide between clitoris and pussy...

TEAM CAPTAIN FOLLOWS INTO LOCKER ROOM. THANKS ME FOR 
LEAVING TRAIL. HUGE AND MUSCULAR, NAKED EXCEPT TOWEL 
HANGING OVER ENORMOUS ERECT COCK. SAYS HE WANTS ME. 
WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND. WANTS TO FUCK ME.

FEEL SORRY FOR HIM. WANTING THE PRIZE SO MUCH. SMILE. 
DON'T LOOK IN EYES. HE REACHES ARMS AROUND ME, TOWELS 
FALLS OFF. WE RUB WET, NAKED BODIES. MY FACE KISSES HIS 
CHEST. BREASTS SLIDE, FLATTEN AGAINST BELLY. NIPPLES 
HARD. LIKE DIAMONDS. TEAM CAPTAIN PICKS ME UP LIKE 
BABY, STANDS ME ON WOODEN BENCH, SAME HEIGHT NOW. COCK 
OPPOSITE PUSSY. OPEN THIGHS, PULL BACK LIPS, TAKE COCK 
IN CUNT. SLIDES IN EASY. ADORE THE FEELING. WANT TO 
HOLD IT IN FOREVER. CRADLE TEAM CAPTAIN'S BALLS IN 
HAND. COCK THRUSTS IN, OUT, IN OUT OF PUSSY. TEAM 
CAPTAIN SAYS HE LOVES ME. LOVE HIM TOO. CAN'T SEE HIS 
EYES.

The zone takes over. Nipples, hard like rocks, ache 
with pain and need... clit becomes the centre of the 
universe...

ANOTHER BOY WALKS IN ROOM. IGNORES TEAM CAPTAIN SLIDING 
COCK IN AND OUT OF MY CUNT. NEW BOY WANTS TO BE MY 
BOYFRIEND. LOVE ME FOREVER. WANTS TO KISS ME. TELL HIM 
TO SUCK MY NIPPLE. SUCKS HUGE, HARD NIPPLE IN MOUTH. 
CAN'T SEE HIS EYES. BOY SAYS HE LOVES ME. TELL HIM I 
LOVE HIM TOO. HE'S SO GRATEFUL.

REST OF TEAM WALK INTO ROOM. ALL NAKED. ALL WITH 
ENORMOUS HARD-ONS. EVERY BOY WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND, 
KISS ME, FUCK ME. FEEL SORRY FOR THEM. SO EAGER. WANT 
ME SO MUCH. CAN MAKE THEM SO HAPPY. LOVE THEM. ALL OF 
THEM. TEAM CAPTAIN ROARS, CUMS IN PUSSY, PULLS OUT. 
THANKS ME. CUM RUNS DOWN THIGHS.

My cunt humps my hand... I groan... small scream... 
body thrashes...

LIE ON MASSAGE TABLE. BOYS SPREAD LEGS. I LOOK IN EYES 
NOW. TELL THEM I'M THE PRIZE, WILL DO WHAT THEY WANT. 
ANYTHING. JUST WANT THEM HAPPY. TELL THEM SUCK PUSSY... 
FUCK BREASTS... FUCK FACE... FUCK CUNT... BE HAPPY. 
LOOK IN EYES. LOVE ME. LOVE ME. ALL LOVE ME. BOYS 
HAPPY. COCKS GUSH INTO MOUTH. COCKS SPURT OVER BREASTS, 
BELLY. COCKS DRIVE INTO PUSSY. THROUGH MIRROR COACHES, 
AS OLD AS FATHER, WATCH, JERK OFF.

The first, fantastic growl of orgasm ripples deep 
within my belly... my hand goes frantic...

ALL OF THEM IN ME. ROARING, SHOUTING, CUMMING. 
EVERYWHERE. BUT ALL AREN'T ENOUGH. ALL NEVER ENOUGH. 
WANT MORE. MORE. CUM IN ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... DO 
IT TO ME... THRUST IN COCKS... CUM IN ME... DO IT TO 
ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... DO IT AGAIN... 
AGAIN... AGAIN... COCKS... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK 
ME... COCKS... CUMMING... CUMMING... DON'T STOP... 
DON'T EVER STOP... CUMMING... CUMMING... CUMMING... 
YES... YES...YES...YEEEEEEES... YEEEEEESSSSSS."

I open my eyes. Mrs. Goddard stands next to the camera, 
eyes wide, looking as if she's cum right here with me. 
"Holy jesus... that was lovely, Samantha darling... 
absolutely wonderful... dear god in heaven..." She 
takes a tissue out of her pocket, wipes sweat off her 
face. "That was so good darling..."

And when she sits down on the couch next to me and 
lowers her head to my pussy I spread without being 
asked, close my eyes and think of the boys in the 
shower room and their hard, throbbing cocks and cum all 
over again.

***

I make five films for Mrs. Goddard starring me and the 
black leather couch or the bed, and each time a genuine 
moaning, groaning, screaming orgasm. After the first 
film she buys half a dozen different coloured vibrators 
and we change the vibrator for every film. "To provide 
some variety."

Mrs. Goddard tells me the films are very popular in the 
Far East. Particularly Japan and Thailand. Certainly, 
the money's very good here, back home.

But Mrs. Goddard says the money will be even better if 
we do a fuck film, though she calls it "a more adult 
film." She adjusts her respectable librarian's glasses, 
makes sure the cord runs correctly under the tight 
blonde bun at the back of her neck. "There's this 
really well-built bodybuilder comes into the library 
sometimes. He's never done anything like this before 
but I've spoken to him... and told him about you... and 
he's really interested. You'll love him."

"Ok... but he'd better be cute... and I charge eight 
hundred to fuck."

Mrs. Goddard sighs.

***

This time we use the bed, all girly and lacy and pink. 
The teddy bears sit on pillows waiting to watch.

David is certainly well built. Muscles in places I've 
never realized men can have muscles. The bulges under 
his arm pits are so big he can't get his arms flat 
against his sides.

He also can't get an erection.

"Don't you think Samantha's sexy?" asks Mrs. Goddard 
anxiously from behind the camera.

David studies my head, jerking up and down on his 
flaccid cock. "Sure... I think she's very sexy... it's 
just..." He gives up. "I don't know..."

I stop sucking, get off the bed. "You try" I tell Mrs. 
Goddard. "You be the fluffer."

"What's a fluffer?" David asks miserably.

I learn the word from a porno movie Robert shows me. 
"The girl who gets the guy ready for the fuck scenes. 
So the star doesn't have to keep working on him. The 
fluffer gives the star a rest. I'm the star. Don't you 
forget it, honey." I pull a robe over my naked body, 
sit down on one of the black leather chairs. This isn't 
working out quite as expected and it's a bit worrying. 
I can't remember when a guy can't get a hard-on for me. 
Maybe because it never happens before.

"You're not gay, are you?" I ask David. "I mean, you 
like girls don't you?"

David lies there on the girly bed, a teddy bear on each 
side of his head, rippling with muscle. His cock 
nestles modestly between his splendid legs. "Sure," he 
says. "In fact, I've had lots of girls. Lots." He 
thinks. "Maybe it's the camera," he suggests. "Yes... 
that's it. It's the damn camera."

Mrs. Goddard rolls her eyes and glances over at me. "I 
don't think he's gay" she says without conviction. 
"Show him what you've got again." Obediently, I open 
the robe, flash breasts and pussy. "Touch yourself," 
she directs. I put a hand down between my legs and rub 
my clitoris. "Maybe a little more enthusiasm," she 
suggests. I rub more enthusiastically.

David watches fascinated but his cock ignores me.

"Shit!" says Mrs. Goddard in a most un-librarian way.

David suggests hopefully to Mrs. Goddard, "Maybe you 
could try. If you don't mind too much?"

She's even more un-librarian. "Goddam it to hell."

David suggests shyly, "I've always wanted to fuck you, 
Mrs. Goddard. In the library, I mean."

Mrs. Goddard blushes. "You have? Really? You mean it?" 
One hand flutters to her necklace. "Oh dear... I don't 
know what to say."

This is getting interesting. I try to help. "Why don't 
you let your hair down." Mrs. Goddard hesitates, 
blushes even more, shrugs, takes the pins out of her 
hair and lets it cascade in blonde waves over her 
shoulders.

David pushes politely. "I think you're very sexy, Mrs. 
Goddard. Could you take you dress off... undress for 
me. I'd really like that."

Mrs. Goddard unbuttons her respectable librarian's 
dress and takes it off. She unhooks her respectable 
librarian's brassiere and pulls her respectable 
librarian knickers down. David watches and as he 
watches his cocks stirs, hardens, straightens. By the 
time she's naked except for the fake pearls he has a 
full, impressive hard-on.

"Wow... great... want me to try again?" I get up from 
the chair. "That's awesome..."

Mrs. Goddard doesn't even look at me. "No thanks," she 
says firmly. "Just go and press that little red button 
on the camera..." She climbs on the bed, gets down on 
her knees, her mouth fastens on David's cock. His hands 
reach for her breasts. She groans. The teddy bears 
watch.

I press the little red button on the camera.

***

END

(The Camera Loves Me is chapter 50a in my 109-chapter 
autobiography "Life, Lusts and Loves of Samantha" 
exploring my fascinating times between the sheets and 
other places. My story is true, except that some of the 
facts have been changed to make it more interesting. 
Find me at samanthachaborn@gmail.com)

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