Vonna's Photo Shoot WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * This tale comes after "Through The Lens Ch. 1", where Mr. Marcus polished his skills at photography while polishing his knob in the vagina of a Wonder Woman look-alike. In a previous story ("Double Birthday"), Mr. Marcus was volunteered by his daughter to take some photos of Vonna, a classmate and olive-skinned beauty. Their original interaction lightly explored the consequences of two lovers sharing the same birthday. During the shoot of pictures for her boyfriend, he dumped Vonna over the phone. Vonna took revenge by posing for increasingly erotic photos of her with Mr. Marcus, culminating in the ultimate seduction. Vonna seemed to like sex with Mr. Marcus. A lot. This story reunites Mr. Marcus with that former school classmate of his daughter for another photography session. Vonna has a chance for a modeling contract and trusts no one but Mr. Marcus to take the pictures for her portfolio. Another roll in the hay for Mr. Marcus? I shutter at the thought. * * * * * * * * * * Armed with minimal new skills on photography but plenty on model management, I had arranged to visit Vonna at her condominium the next day, one day after my lessons with Viktor and Angie. Thanks to Angie's generosity, I had a professional camera and supplemental lighting and rollout backdrops for Vonna's shoot. To borrow, not as gifts. As I opened the trunk of my car and schlepped out the loaner equipment and camera bag, I promised myself that the intimacy I'd shared with Vonna the last time I'd photographed her would not repeat. Watching Angie seduce her female clients by using drugged punch was creative yet despicable. It was a liquid version of Lillian Mutzman's artificial pheromones; the stuff that got me into Saroya Zenellis's panties just after her company went under. [AUTHOR: See story DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR CH. 10a] I wouldn't have agreed to this shoot in the first place, except for Vonna's instance that I was the only photographer she could trust. After all, it was my shots from our original session that kept her in the running for the modeling opportunity. Maybe I did have a good eye behind the lens. Or maybe I just appreciate the female form. I remembered the route from the entrance of her condo building to her front door. Vonna answered, in a bathrobe. The mystery of what she was or wasn't wearing peaked my curiosity. Her eyes were wide. "Thank you so much for coming." She spread her arms as if to offer a hug but instantly backed away like a lion tamer facing an angry wild cat. It was just as well we didn't embrace. Too much temptation to hug, then kiss, then, well, you know. I followed her, taking a few steps past the entry closet, into the living room. I was shocked. All of the artwork, paintings and sculptures that had adorned her place were gone. So was most of the living room and dining room furniture except the infamous couch where we got carried away. Well at least she did. I just sat there while she pistoned to orgasm on my cock. "What happened?" "Oh yeah, you haven't been here for a while." Vonna hugged herself. "The only reason I could afford this place was my aunt. She was my benefactor. You know, picking up the rent, giving me money for food and clothes. The art objects were part of her personal collection. She loaned them to me, to dress the place up." Vonna plopped down on our couch and crossed her legs. The robe parted, up to her thighs. Her legs were more toned than the last time I'd seen her. Vonna continued, "But she's had it rough. Her business was bought out, and she's had to sell off everything. So that's why I have to get this modeling job, so I can afford someplace to live. She's got this condo on the market already, looking for a buyer." For a split second, I considered inviting Vonna to move into my house. Annie's bedroom was empty. Oh shit, Harriett was bringing her assistant VVV to live with us. They'd arrive tomorrow, the same day XXX wants me to help her niece and Smith wants to bowl. Vonna and ZZZ probably wouldn't enjoy sharing a bed. "I didn't know things were that bad. I'm sorry. Give me a few minutes to set up the backdrop and lights. I want to do the best I can for you." "I know you will." She stood up, gave me a peck on the cheek and then shimmied off to her bedroom. Past the open door, I saw piles of outfits strewn all over the bed. Besides backdrops and lighting, Angie lent me a high-end digital SLR, the same kind she'd used while shooting Daphne Prim. Instead of memory cards, this model accommodated miniature removable hard disks, so I could shoot almost forever at high resolution and not miss a beat or the perfect pose. I had experimented with the settings the previous night. Just for fun, I set the camera up facing out the front window, to take a picture every thirty seconds - time lapse. From 10 PM to 7 AM, the camera accumulated the comings and goings on my block. While I at breakfast, I watched the results, 1,080 photos in all, which I played back at half the standard 30 frames per second. Streetlights flickered, and cars appeared and disappeared in an instant. Except for one, with "A Hot Piece" flashing in neon on its roof. It stayed at the curb in front of my house for four full frames before vanishing, which meant it had been parked outside for a full two minutes. Was it my pizza lovely, or just a coincidence, a neighbor getting their fare share of my favorite flat food? I returned my attention to Vonna's shoot. The backdrop I chose was neutral, so the colors of the clothes would stand out. I set up my tripod, lights and loaded my camera with a fresh miniature hard disk. My new digital camera was capable of single shots rapid fire series as well as movies of moderate quality. Vonna came out in a plain black dress that looked anything but plain on her figure. For a starving artist, she'd filled out. Her hips were wider, her breasts larger, or maybe she was wearing a special bra. The dress length was modest, past the knee. However, it clung just right, so Vonna's curves were explicit. When I directed her into a profile pose with her head turned, I couldn't believe at how desirable she looked. I remembered my promise - no sex - and kept shooting. I coached her through a series of poses. She had a tendency to drop her chin and slump with bad posture. I admonished her to keep her head up, proud, and her shoulders back. An added bonus was witnessing her tits pointing directly at me. Actually, at the camera. I let her take a break and examine the shots I'd taken. If I wasn't capturing exactly what she wanted, I needed to know that sooner rather than later. Her smile and hug of my shoulder told me I was doing well. The aroma of her body was exotic, either natural or from some herbal soap. A simple grey skirt suit over a white blouse followed the black dress. I couldn't help myself and requested that Vonna remove the jacket and sling it over her back. It was a sassy pose and showed a black bra under the white blouse. Her breasts had definitely grown. The next outfit was a wedding dress in pure white, with intricate lace trim. Vonna came out of her room, clutching the bodice. "I can't zip it myself." She turned, exposing a naked back all the way down to a black thong. I carefully zipped her up. The front came straight across, her breasts dual suns rising above the horizon. When she slumped, her tits almost poured out. I commanded her to stand straight, which forced those same tits tight across the bust line of the dress. Of course, I had to unzip her after those shots were complete. The dress slid down as she walked, exposing the upper curves of her ass. The same ass I'd watched rise and fall over my lap as she bounced on my cock during my last visit. God, the situation was intense. Fortunately, all of the items seemed to be regular clothing, not nightgowns or anything that exposed her body in full. I could handle sneaky peeks at bits of her, couldn't I? A housewife dress in a button-up-the-front blue gingham checks fit her fine, maybe too fine. And the hemline was just above the knee, the shortest outfit so far. I set the camera to fast shoot and asked for some action. She spun and twirled, and the dress flew up. It was as if she wasn't wearing a skirt, I saw so much of her legs, all the way up to her thighs. Was she still in the black thong? Her spins weren't fast enough to inform. After each series with a particular outfit, Vonna would retreat to her bedroom end change, always closing the door, but never shutting it all the way. With each subsequent change, the door was left more open. Was she trying to tease me into sex? Well, not this time. There was no reason for revenge against her boyfriend, no motive. I focused on my equipment, not Vonna's. I completely ignored the opportunities to catch a glimpse of Vonna between outfits. No stealth depravity on this visit. I sighed in relief when Vonna came out in denim overalls over a red and white plaid shirt. She bent and turned, giving me great poses. I knew there was an awesome body under those togs, but there was no hint of it. After I finished shooting, Vonna stood, waiting. "Is that all of them?" I asked. "One more. A swimsuit." My cock hadn't been dormant during the shoot, gradually thickening, hardening. I prayed it wouldn't be a skimpy bikini, and my prayers were answered. The suit was a one-piece with a halter-top, and the crotch was normal, not high cut. Except the halter was skewed to one side, exposing most of Vonna's right breast while covering her cleavage and the left one. It must have been obvious from my expression. "What's wrong?" "The top is off kilter." "So, fix it." I took off my shoes and walked onto the set. "Do you have a chair?" "They were all sold off weeks ago. Wait! I have a step stool in the kitchen." Vonna skipped off, her ass bouncing. When she came back, the halter had slipped even more, and her right nipple played peek-a-boo with the edge of the halter. I put the stool on the set and draped some neutral material over it. "Sit." Vonna obeyed. I stood behind her and untied the halter. I attempted to slide the material across her chest without lifting it away. That would have been taking advantage. Vonna looked up at me and leaned back against my legs. Her breasts and the valley between them were fully exposed. I pulled the halter straps tight around her neck and tied them not once but twice, so there wouldn't be a wardrobe malfunction. Behind the camera, I adjusted my erection in my pants. Vonna used the stool as prop, leaning against it, the swimsuit tight across her crotch. She stretched her arms above her head, testing the knots, forcing her hardened nipples against the tight material. When the knots didn't give way, she relaxed. "Good job. There are dozens of winners in here." I patted the camera. Vonna had not retreated to her bedroom, instead sitting on the stool, a dour expression, her fingers interlaced. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." She didn't look up. "That isn't a 'nothing' look on your face. What's the problem?" Vonna stood up and approached, her hands behind her, putting chest strain on the halter. "The agency is paying me for the portfolio I send them." Her facial expression was upset, not joyful. "That's great! You'll get some money, even if they're blind and don't choose you." Vonna's olive skin turned darker. She was blushing. "But for the stuff you shot, the normal fashion photos, they don't pay much." She came closer. "They have this sliding scale, for the photos I submit. The more explicit, the higher the fee. Would you be willing to do another round? I mean, you don't have to-" "I'm already here and set up." What would a few more shots take? The camera was ready, and I had the rest of the day free. Just assuming I didn't go too far. "You will?" Vonna grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth. She recoiled at her action. "Oh my! I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" I touched her bare shoulder. "It's all right. You were just showing gratitude. No problem. Go get dressed." I was tempted to swat her behind as she turned, but the slap could have become a fondle, and then, who knows what? Vonna reprised the simple grey skirt over the white blouse, but without a bra. Her nipples were pointy, drawing creases across the front of the shirt. She posed with one leg on the stool. Her skirt was way high, exposing great legs. Not high enough to show panties, assuming she was wearing any, but definitely more erotic than the first shots of that outfit. I gave her an "okay" sign, thumb and index finger making a circle. When she returned in the short blue gingham checks dress, her tits seems to wobble under the material. And, the top buttons starting at her neck were open. She undid the rest, one at a time, all the way to her waist. The curved inside edges of her breasts peeked from the edges of material. When she leaned forward, the dress ballooned, still hiding those hard nipples. Again putting one foot on the stool, the short skirt became inconsequential. Yes, she was still wearing the black thong. She didn't wait for me to dismiss her. Instead, she bolted for her room. I saw the dress fall to the floor, the back of Vonna's almost nude body on display. Her ass was exceptional. She stepped to the side, out of sight. She returned in a shorts version of the overalls, with the shirt omitted. Bare unencumbered breasts bobbled beneath the denim bib. In profile, they stood out, with the sides escaping. Vonna leaned forward, holding the step stool. So much cleavage. And when she turned around, the shorts slid up her ass cheeks, these were hotter pictures, all right. She'd get a few extra bucks. No harm, no foul. We finished the second round of poses in shorter time than I'd expected. I began to disassemble when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "You're not leaving are you?" "I thought we were done. Regular shots, and then the racy ones. Did I miss something?" The camera hung from my fingers. Vonna bit her lip. "There are more than two tiers of payment. Those last ones were R-rated. The agency pays a lot more, the closer you get to X-rated." So the teasing wasn't for sex. It was to loosen me up for taking racy photos. "Do you really want to do that? I thought they were a professional agency. Why would they ask you to-" She laughed. "Like you've never bought a Playboy magazine?" I'd purchased porn that was a lot more explicit, but my collection was no business of hers. "maybe once or twice." "This agency is in business to make a profit, and they have all sorts of customers. Magazines, web sites, and private clients. Some individuals bought your last set, and I made good money. But that was when my aunt was paying the rent and stuff. I guess I didn't save, and I overspent on my credit cards. I'm really in debt, Mr. Marcus. With sexier photos, I can pay them all off and start fresh." I wasn't sure if I could keep the promise I'd made to myself if Vonna was naked. I was already erect, and she was still essentially undressed. Will power was not one of my strong suits. Vonna continued, "So, are you okay with shooting me that way?" My cock throbbed. "Aren't you afraid of what might happen?" Vonna took another step forward. "You're talking about what happened the last time, when I took advantage of you." She took advantage of me? "Is that what you think?" "Sure. I manipulated you. I practically raped you. I kept having you undress and I suggested the poses. And then, at the end, it was me who stuffed your - your - " "My penis into your vagina?" "Uh huh. If it makes any difference, I'm really sorry, what I did to you." Her look was a cross between serious and coy. She put one finger on my chest. The overalls weren't a Wonder Woman costume, but they showed plenty. As if I hadn't had the opportunity to stop the process before we consummated our coupling? "From my perspective, we were both to blame. We let ourselves get carried away. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again this time." "I promised myself the same thing." "Good." She wasn't out to jump my bones, or my boner. "So, we can safely move on to the next set?" "Oh yes!" Vonna ran to the other room. I had no idea what to expect in the way of outfits. It was a surprise when Vonna returned in the blouse and skirt, sans suit jacket. The bra was still absent. This time, she toyed with the buttons, leering at me, tempting me. The buttons opened one at a time, Vonna giving me a side angle shot after each. Soon, the blouse was open, the short tales flapping at her sides. Then, bingo, she whipped the blouse open. Vonna's tits, in plain sight. Rounder and firmer than I'd remembered, her nipples bloated. I wanted to drop the camera and suckle those tits, caress and massage them. But we'd made a mutual vow, and so far, we were both in control. We had agreed to mature behavior. My dick had made no such agreement and was pounding the front of my slacks, demanding release, I kept shooting and ignored the little prick. Actually, not so little. Vonna sat on the stool and slid the skirt up her thighs. As it slid higher, I got the impression that the thong was also missing. I was right! Vonna's bald groin was a sight for sore eyes. Good eyes. Blind eyes. Any eyes. The vaginal lips were closed tight. Until she ran a finger through them. Then, they blossomed open, wet and wide. Vonna's pussy was calling. I'd promised not to answer. Was I stupid or what? No, this pose was to get other men horny, not me. I kept clicking. I was the professional photographer, not a professional stud. Vonna scampered away. I took a deep breath. My cock pulsed and got a tad softer in the intermission. Vonna had changed into a negligee. It was long sleeved, white and very transparent, failing to hide her olive skin. A white bra and white panties completed the scant outfit. Vonna swirled and I shot rapidly. She posed and I slowed the pace. Soon, the outer garment was on the floor and Vonna was in just bra and panes. "Did you notice, I kept the couch." "For company, right?" "Nope, sentimental value." After a series of coy moves, she took off the bra with her back to me, turned with her hands covering her breasts, then massaging them, the nipples peeking out, and then her hands went to the panties, leaving her breasts bobbing loose. I hadn't noticed the bows on the panties. With deft pulls, the bows untied, Vonna spread her legs, and the panties drifted to the floor. She was naked, breathing hard, her skin shiny from perspiration. My dick hurt from confinement, but no way was I going to open my fly, not with Vonna nude. That would more than suggest we should violate our agreement. "That was terrific! You're as beautiful as I remember. So we're done?" I asked. Please, let her say yes. To us being done. She put her hands behind her back and swiveled in a shy manner. It would have worked if she'd had even a bit of clothes on, but naked, it was pure sex. "I'm afraid it might be too much to ask." "Try me." My prick was saying 'Please, I want to be tried.' "There are really big bucks for even more explicit shots." "What's more explicit that this?" I pointed at her tits, tits that were pointing back at me. "More than nudes. Using - devices." She scampered off and brought back an box containing dildos and vibrators. Some were plain and smooth, some sculpted like dicks, some with flanges and bumps, presumably to provide an internal massage. She ran her hand through the box, feeling and stroking the pretend penises. I was jealous. "Are you sure? I mean, if you're willing." Vonna plopped on the floor right there. "You'll have to be closer, and at the right angle." I unscrewed the camera from the tripod and knelt down in front of Vonna, who'd laid back, legs spread. "Go ahead." She positioned the first, a penis-shaped substitute that looked quite a bit like my own, at her labia. She spread her cunt lips and slid the device in, just a bit. Her mouth formed an "O". She advanced the dildo into her pussy, rocking from side to side, moaning. "Oh yes." she panted, her chest heaving. "This reminds me of, oh no, we can't do that. Ohh, fuck." I captured the whole event on my camera. She sat up, perspiring, her bronze skin shiny with moisture. I was damp too, on my chest and in my pants. "That was really hot." Vonna was quiet. Was she suffering from post-orgasm depression? "There's more." More than that? My dick was rigid after her self-realized display. "Like what?" "They have a pay scale based on what they call 'tiers of explicitness.' They pay the higher the more explicit the pictures." Or the lower you sink. Vonna continued. "The pay scale goes exponential with couples. Or three-ways. And even kinkier stuff." I looked around. "Did you invite some other people over?" I wasn't sure I could handle seeing Vonna having sex with someone else, and being responsible for documenting it. "No, of course not. But there's a thousand dollar portfolio bonus for pictures with both a man and a woman." She blushed and swayed for effect. "Together." "Didn't we agree that we wouldn't do that again?" "Yeah. But maybe you could pose your penis near my vagina. You know, to pretend we're planning on having sex." "Just nearby?" "Uh huh." "And that's all?" Vonna nodded enthusiastically. Her tits swayed, and my prick became even happier. We'd both agreed to abstinence, and I was trusting her to keep her word. I scooted off my pants and jockeys. While I was at it, I stripped bare. I held the camera in one hand and laid on the floor. Vonna scooted close and spread her legs outside of my body, her ass on my thighs. It was difficult to get into a position where my erect and throbbing cock would be anywhere near Vonna's pussy. My prick stood upright like a spire. Her whole body was in the shot, as unfocused background. Vonna took my prick in hand and bent it forward. She blushed as she dragged it across her pubic region, like a brush over a canvas. My precum left slimy trails. Still, at close range, I only captured our groins, much too clinical. "Hang on." I slid out from under and stood up. Instead of holding the camera, I repositioned the tripod to shoot over my shoulder. I'd have her whole delicious body in the frame, including a bit of my back and my extended front. We got back into our overlay position. With Vonna's handling, my cock nestled in the crease between her thigh and groin. Vonna's pussy was still visible, her vaginal lips wide, the pink innards moist from her dildo exercise. I clicked the remote a couple of times. Her eyes were wide at the sight of my erection near her pussy. Could this visit be complete without fucking? We'd promised, both of us. She ran my prick up and down her opening. It was very moist, practically dripping. "Oh God, that feels so good. You know, I haven't had sex with anyone since we did it." "That was months ago." "You're telling me? I've tried satisfying myself lots of ways. That dildo was the first orgasm I've had in months. I've tried my fingers and dildos mad vibrators. All kinds of things. But none of them were as good as you." The head of my prick was spreading her labia. "What about other men?" "They were all too pushy, too grabby. All the guys would want to strip off my clothes, throw me on my bed and fuck the daylights out of me." I wanted to do the same thing, but we'd made our vow. "Maybe you were choosing the wrong guys. There are nice guys out there." "Sorry if this feels like teasing but I'm so horny. I just have to rub it around a little. It felt so good last time. Was it good for you?" "It sure was. I still remember the feeling of my cock -" Vonna took hold of my prick and dragged it up and down the vaginal opening. "Inside?" 'Uh huh." "Maybe you could put it in, just once. Not like last time, when we had sex. But my pussy yearns to feel the real thing. Aren't you interested?" Vonna aimed me directly at her cunt. "Did I explain, the bonus is for penetration shots." If my dick had made the decision, it would have been simple. Plug and play. But we'd made a vow. Maybe it was stupid to expect that we'd honor it, but I was going to try. "Hang on! We're not going to-" "It's just posing." She didn't wait for my answer, and pulled me forward by my erection. The head slid easily past her labia. In that instant, we were coupled. The head of my dick blossomed. I wanted to be out and deeper, all at the same time. I groaned at the ecstasy of her tight labia. "Ooh, you're liking this too. Take the shot, and I'll get a bonus." I took a few rapid shots. She tightened her pussy around my cock. I involuntarily pulsed and backed off, dragging my dick free. "I really enjoyed our little posing, and it's all captured." "Oh please, just once more. Just in case the photos are blurry." "No." I slid her back, to prevent her from impaling herself on my stiff shaft. She whined and grabbed for my ass. A sexual frenzy was bottled up in Vonna, and she wanted me to pop her cork. "Why not? You know how to please a woman." Her hips bucked, trying to reunite her needy cunt with my prick. I put one hand on her hip, to impede her forward progress. "Maybe you won't honor our mutual promise, but I will." I felt like an idiot, denying something we both wanted. Why did I have to stand up for my principles at this moment? "I know, but you like sex with me, don't you?" With one hand occupied with the loaner camera, it was difficult to fend Vonna off. She was persistent. We were both grunting and touching, she to get closer and me to keep her at bay. A familiar voice came from the hallway behind us. "Vonna! What are you doing?" The voice belonged to Saroya Zenellis, my nemesis and one-time sex partner while under the influence of the sex pheromone aerosol. Damn, for anyone to catch us in the act. But what would bring her here, to Vonna's condo? Saroya stood over us but behind me. "I know you're short on money, but there's no reason to be whoring yourself out. And taking pictures? How could you?" "It's not what you think." Vonna slid forward, making an unsuccessful attempt at impaling herself on my prick. It was only a matter of seconds before Saroya recognized me. Was she stalking me, as part of some ill-conceived revenge? But ha was she focusing on Vonna? Vonna stood, panting for breath. Since I was still sitting, her pussy was face high. "I'm not a whore. Mr. Marcus has feelings for me, and he's taking pictures -" "Marcus?" Saroya took a step closer. "What the fuck are you doing here, fucking my niece?" From my seated position, I looked up at the statuesque but hostile daughter of the former Chairman and CEO of Zenellis Enterprises, the woman who tricked me into accepting a lone fuck instead of my share of product profits. My cock was deflating quickly. Saroya's belligerence had that effect. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You said we were finished with each other." Vonna's head flinched back and forth. "Auntie Sar, do you know Mr. Marcus?" Saroya was Vonna's aunt? Shit, why does my fucking always run through a family? Mothers and daughters. Aunts and nieces. Vonna deserved the whole story, not some sound bite. I wanted to tell Vonna that I knew her aunt, in the Biblical sense of the word. It had taken a while and a couple of false starts, but we'd fucked frantically in her office. That was my compensation, in lieu of the hundreds of thousands she would have given me, had I abstained. Most expensive fuck of my life. "Let me just say we were partners and adversaries, and leave it at that." It was clear that Saroya was the benefactor whose funds had dried up. I wondered if her cunt had as well. Hell no, Saroya wasn't going to fuck me, with her niece around. Or even if we were alone. In her mind, I'd destroyed her father's company. She probably blamed me for his stroke, too. Saroya hated my guts even though she'd enjoyed my cock. At least, I thought she'd enjoyed it. Saroya held Vonna shoulders. "This man is poison. He'll ruin your life like he ruined mine. He's the reason I'm broke. Don't you see, he caused your predicament." Vonna looked at me with pleading eyes. "You ruined my aunt? How? Why?" I mentally kicked myself for not spewing out my version of the story first. I wanted to take Vonna in my arms and explain but Saroya was not going to release her grip on her niece, let me get close, or have my say. I wedged in, "I had little to do with it." I couldn't absolve myself from all blame. "Liar!" Saroya screamed. "You sent that little school girl to us. A sheep in wolf's clothing." "Your careless scientists screwed up, not me." I was standing there, arguing, in the nude. My erection had withered. "I wasn't even there when the accident occurred." Vonna shook her head. "Accident? I'm so confused." Any woman who'd been lusting after sex didn't want to hear that her desired mate was a bad person. Messes up one's self image. Guilt by association. Even worse, that she, Vonna, had contributed to her own desperate situation. Saroya pawed through her shoulder bag, still slung over one broad shoulder. "This!" She held up a red packet, a live artificial pheromone sample. "This got loose in our office." Vonna took the foil pouch from her aunt. "What is it?" I stepped forward. "It reduces the inhibitions of anyone who inhales it. Your aunt's researchers didn't take proper precautions and the gas got out. Many employees and innocent bystanders were affected." "It doesn't feel like a gas." Vonna pressed the packet. It inflated, the first level of encapsulation breeched. "No, shouted Saroya. Vonna was clueless that she'd done anything wrong. And if her goal was to apply the pheromones to herself and her aunt, then she'd done precisely the right thing. Saroya grabbed Vonna's hand, to retrieve the inflated foil. Vonna, strong willed and confused, struggled to maintain possession. The pressure was too much and the packet popped in front of their faces. For a moment, they stared at each other, inhaling the fumes. "I'm so sorry I left you in debt." Tears ran down Saroya's cheeks. "I just couldn't afford the upkeep on both my home and yours." "It's okay. I know you love me. I love you, too." Vonna kissed her aunt. Not a relatively friendly kiss. Really kissing. Hard, ferocious, open-mouthed, tongues in play. Then, a fury of hands groping. Saroya had the advantage since Vonna was already nude, and groped her niece's exposed breasts. Vonna was resourceful with dexterity, unbuttoning Saroya's blouse without interrupting their smoochfest. I snatched my camera from the floor where I'd left it and started shooting, to capture the rapture. Vonna was going to get bushel-baskets of cash for this woman-on-woman display. I chuckled at Saroya, straight-laced businesswoman, exposed as a sex-crazed hottie who swung both ways. The two women shared their passion. Vonna pulled back Saroya's blouse to expose the same hammock bra I'd seen before, cradling Saroya's big tits. To help the process along, I pulled Saroya's slacks to her ankles. Her round but firm ass was all too familiar. Vonna and Saroya dropped to the floor. Vonna released Saroya's bra. Those succulent breasts, on which I'd feasted, were in Vonna's hands. Saroya's only remaining clothing was a pair of frilly white panties. The two women assumed a horizontal position, Saroya on top. They laid, breast-to-breast, legs spread, hands roaming. I moved around them, shooting from the angles and exposures they gave me. They were in no state of mind to take direction. To Saroya, I was the enemy. I didn't know what Vonna thought of me, but at minimum I was the chronicler of their aunt-niece tryst. Their hands were now probing at each other's pussies. Vonna had her hand into her aunt's panties, while Saroya had a clear path to Vonna's moist cunt. Three-ways, Vonna had said. I was still nude, with a resurgent erection. Fucking Saroya again would prorate the money I'd lost over two sex acts instead of one. I put the camera back on the tripod and aimed at the writhing duo. Remote in hand, I knelt behind the prone couple and ripped Saroya's panties off. Her cunt lips gleamed with natural lubrication. I slid forward, trying not to put my weight on the stack of females. By spreading my legs outside of theirs, I had a clear shot, and I took it. Saroya must have been serviced by a number of cocks fatter than mine, because I entered easily. Saroya's vocal reaction was muted by Vonna's mouth. I didn't know how long Saroya would be compliant under the influence of the pheromones, so I hurried. I pumped and pumped and pumped. Saroya's hips bounced with every attack. Her belly bounced on Vonna's. The entire circumstance was completely erotic. Then I spotted a double-headed dildo in Vonna's box of sex toys. I unmounted my enemy and fumbled through the contents of Saroya's purse looking for Zenellis's second sex product. Sure enough, a partial tube of Couples, the lubricant/adhesive. I coated one end of the dildo, the fatter one, liberally with the gel. The other end, destined for Vonna, I left alone. The dildo had a larger circumference than my dick, a better fit for Saroya's stretched pussy. She moaned as the lubed cold plastic slid in. I maneuvered the other end into Vonna's juicy box. With one hand on the middle, I wiggled the dildo, penetrating them simultaneously. They thrashed against each other, kissing, sucking on earlobes, squeezing breasts. When I let go, both of them took a grip. I shot more pictures of them in dual pleasuring until the camera showed a full memory disk. I could barely get to my knees. I slipped the miniature hard drive into my bag and put a fresh one into the camera. Since they were still at it, I took a few shots of them on the floor, until Saroya stood up, naked. The dildo hung from her crotch, stuck by Couples gel. "Give me that," she reached for the camera even as I took photos of her, nude. Even when she was a demanding bitch or with a long rubber cock hanging from her pussy, Saroya was still a completely sexy broad. I was so distracted she grabbed the camera from my shooting hand. "Be careful, that's a loaner," I warned. "I don't care about the camera. I want the contents." She fumbled with the camera, looking for an opening. "These pictures are Vonna's to do with as she sees fit." "Ah, but you took some with me, and you didn't have my permission." She hadn't agreed to let me stick my prick in her either, and I'd done that. "You weren't invited to this shoot. Since staying was voluntary, I have your implied permission." "I was under the influence of that damn -" "And I had no part in that. You let yourself in, for cripes sake. You could have walked away at any time." "And I can drive right over to my lawyer's office and have those pictures tied up for years in court." Saroya gave me the camera and held out her hand. "The memory chip." "It's a small hard disk," I explained. "Whatever!" I popped the side door and pressed the eject button. "Here." Vonna got up slowly. "What are you doing?" "Your aunt demands I turn over the camera memory disk." "No!" shouted Vonna. "Those are my meal ticket." I shrugged and handed Saroya the tiny mechanism. She scanned the room for her shoes, grabbed one of her high heels and smashed it against the fragile drive. Vonna sobbed in her hands. Then she stared at her aunt. "How could you?" She hammered her fists on Saroya, who lifted her arms to protect herself. Too bad I didn't have a third disk, or I'd have captured a nude fight scene. How much do those get on the market? Saroya pushed Vonna away, backed off, panting from the physical exertion. The dildo finally came loose, dropping to the carpet. Splotches of cunt juice and Couples decorated the inside of her thighs. She cleaned them up with her panties, left on the floor. "You haven't heard the last of me, Marcus." She put on her pants without panties and her blouse without a bra. "And keep your filthy hands off my niece." She tried to hug Vonna, but Vonna turned away, still crying. After her hasty dressing, holding her shoes by the straps, she strutted from the apartment. Her damp panties and hammock bra laid on the floor as souvenirs. Vonna's expression was one of resignation. She plopped onto the sofa. Our sofa, the sex sofa. "What will I do now?: she asked. I reached into my bag and held up the original hard drive with almost all of the pictures. "You'll sell these to the agency and make a small fortune. That will get you back on your feet." Her eyes went wide. A smile returned to her face. She jumped from the couch, ran to me and threw her arms around me. "Oh thank you. Thank you so much." She kissed me hard. My arms met behind her. The kissing was serious, passionate. My dick, which always reacts when necessary, lifted from limp. "Are you still frisky, after all of that sex play with your aunt?" Vonna's hand found my erection and played with it, using on the tips of her fingers. "There's nothing like the real thing." Blood pumped hard, bringing me to full stature. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to keep my word." I didn't believe I was saying it as I spoke the words. "We're not going to have sex." "Oh, but this is different." Vonna stroked my cock with an enthusiastic pumping that almost collapsed my legs. "That was incidental sex, during the shoot. This is intentional sex, with a specific reason." "And that is?" "You deserve a reward, my hero" she said. "Sit down." Far be it from me to refuse a generous offer like that. I dropped onto the sofa. Vonna sat on my lap, backwards, just like our first coupling. I wondered if there was anything left in the tube of Couples that we could use to glue our sex organs together. The thought was quickly interrupted by Vonna's humping motion. I held her breasts and fingered her nipples, reliving our memorable first time. Only this time, before we'd gone too long, she got up and turned around to face me, straddled my thighs and put me in my place, which was her juicy place, kissing me as we fucked. It was a prolonged encounter, starting slow, and we made the most of it. Vonna's pussy wasn't as firm and her muscles must have been tired because she wasn't clamping down like before, but the ride was still hot, heavy and completely enjoyable. And private. No photos for a change. "Did you see my aunt with the dildo stuck up her vagina?" asked Vonna just before cum jetted out of my cock. "That was a stitch!" We laughed in each other's arms. And during the shared humor, my cock pulsed. "So soon?" she cooed. I laid her back on our couch and climbed on top. "Does the reward come with a bonus?" "A cum bonus? I hope so." Vonna kissed me tenderly, like a lover would. "This won't be the last time, you know. I think I'm a-ddic-ted." "To my dick?" We both laughed at the bad joke. I prayed she was right. ### An Original H M Tale Was Mr. Marcus's reunion with Vonna satisfying? And, how did you feel about Saroya's appearance? Send feedback to harveymarcus9@comcast.net. Otherwise, how do I know if you like my work, hmm? Copyright (c) 2010, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.