Going With The Program - a Photographer Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


I own a photography studio. As those who know me are aware, I
quite frequently use the studio to my own benefit. I like to take
advantage of women, blackmailing or coercing them into situations
they would normally avoid, or turn down outright. I could just
pay certain models for the things I want, but I get a charge out
of using and abusing ordinary girls and women, students and
housewives, those who normally wouldn't do such "dirty" things.
It is fucked up, but it gets me off, so what the hell.


This particular scam wasn't really a scam, most of which have a
basis in greed. I would be relying on a certain psychological
reality, that most individual women will go along with whatever a
group of women decides to do, and that a certain amount of female
to female competition makes the desire to fit in with, or even
outdo such a group, very strong indeed. This phenonmenon is most
obvious when a bachelorette party hits a strip club, but is just
as strongly evidenced in an office gossip group that decides a
certian male actor or entertainer is sexy. Girls who really
weren't all that attracted to the newly created sex symbol
suddenly think he is the sexiest man alive, because all their
girlfriends think he is and act like it.


I called up two previous victims, younger gals now of age that I
had played The Switch on (see "Grown-Up Fun"), and told them what
I expected from them. As an incentive, I told them that as long
as they participated in my scheme, and made it work, I would let
them off the hook, they would no longer be subject to my
blackmail. I might even have meant it, I would decide afterwards
if I would let them out of my clutches. I do like fresh meat, so
letting some of my past victims get free of me is something I
occasionally do. Of course, sometimes I get off teasing them with
freedom, only to yank it away and relish their despair and
despertation. It adds some spice. I have always eventually
stopped blackmailing my victims, but I enjoy both the teasing,
and the thought that they most likely think about me, at least
occasionally, for the rest of their lives, forever wondering if I
will suddenly be back to take advantages at the worst possible
moments. God, I love I good head fuck!


I picked Bettie as my victim of the moment, a sexy housewife, 37
years old, whom I had had model some sportswear in the past.
Sweats, leotards, that sort of thing. She wasn't stunning, but
she was really cute. Her sparkling blue eyes, almost the first
thing I noticed, were amazing. A killer bod, proportioned just
exactly like you'd want. Her tits were a little small, at a 32B,
but just perfectly shaped to be fondled. I could tell from the
leotard shots that her nipples were huge in comparison, just
begging to be teased and tormented through the cloth. She had
decent hips and long, smooth legs that went all the way up to her
neck. You looked at her and you wanted to see her naked, with
those lengthy legs spread wide. She wouldn't turn heads when she
walked into a bar, but she would get hit on constantly by every
dick in the joint, and most likely a few of the ladies to boot.


My two accomplices were also quite good looking. Anne was the
amazon type, a five foot eleven inch blond goddess, with quite a
rack. Her hair was long, straight, and a wonderful dirty blond
without the aid of chemicals. Sophie was a short little thing,
just barely over five feet, with small but perky tits and killer
legs. Sophie's hair was bobbed short, and curly, with reddish
higlights that had to mean regular salon visits. I thought the
two would compliment each other well, and with Bettie in the
middle, the results would be fantastic. Anne's more classic
beauty, and two cuties.


Everyone showed up on time, and I explained the photo shoot I was
planning. I went cliche for this one, cheerleaders doing their
thing, and then celebrating a victory for the team. I explained I
thought they all looked quite youthful, which was why I had
picked them for this shoot. Bettie ate it up, she liked the idea
of looking young at 37 years of age, and being compared to these
two young ladies just out of their teens was obviously very
flattering. The other two knew the score already, so they didn't
really react at the compliment the way Bettie did, but they
didn't seem to mind, either. I had them go get their costumes on
in the dressing room, and meet me in the studio. I had the studio
done up with three different backdrops and sets: a playing field,
a locker room, and a lounge/living room.


I started things off nice and slow with some standard cheerleader
poses on the playing field set, perhaps a bit boring, except that
all the ladies looked luscious in their uniforms. Definitely a
high school boy's fantasy in the makings! Jumping around cheering
and shaking pom poms got the gals blood flowing, and gave me some
wonderful shots with bouncing breasts and a lot of leg. Next we
moved over to the locker room set, and I broke out a couple
bottles of champagne. They popped the corks for my cameras, and I
made sure they drank plenty of it, especially Bettie.


"Drink up! It won't look authentic if you aren't drinking it.
Besides, it would be a shame to waste such good wine, it is
already open and it will just go flat."


I had considered having the ladies fountain the bubbly over each
other, especially their boobs, going for the wet t-shirt look,
but I decided it would be better to get it inside them, and
loosen them up for the scenes I wanted to shoot next. Spraying
each other would have been typical locker room, and would have
looked great on film, but I wanted more than that, so having them
drink up seemed the better option. My co-conpirators did a
wonderful job, bouncing and cheering, encouraging each other and
Bettie, keeping her involved and the energy level high. Bettie
was definitely feeling like "one of the girls", really getting
into it. If it weren't for the occasional directions I gave, I
don't think she'd have realized I was there.


We moved over to the living room set, and another bottle of
bubbly just happened to get opened. Anne got things rolling to
the next level by taking off her top. Sophie squealed with
delight, and they both started bouncing up and down around
Bettie. Bettie looked stunned for a moment, then seemed to shrug
it off, and bounced along with them. Sophie led another cheer,
and at the conclusion ripped off her own top. Anne squealed, and
they did the ring-around-the-rosie bounce again. They played it
perfectly, and I'm sure the wine did its part, and it wasn't a
minute before Bettie had her top off and they were all bouncing
and giggling like schoolgirls. They did a topless cheer, and I
saw Bettie hesitate for just a second, and thought I was going to
lose her, but she got over whatever momentary attack of good
judgement she had and enthusiasticly contributed to the shaking
pom poms and bouncing naked boobs. Anne led them through a
teasing sort of cheer, the pom poms used to cover up and then
reveal their topless state. I was pretty sure Bettie would go
with the program now, she'd gotten past the point of initial
resistance, and really seemed to be having fun.


I gave a casual signal to Anne, and we advanced things on to the
next level. As they bounced around and acted like fools, Anne
began to tweek Sophie's nipples. Sophie took it a few times, so
as not to move things along too fast, but then began to
retaliate. Ass pinches were quickly added to the fun, and Bettie
just couldn't stand being left out. She began nipple tweeking and
ass pinching both Anne and Sophie, so they returned the favor and
included her in thier attacks. It didn't take long before
everyone's nipples were jutting out, red and swollen, and I'm
sure there were some nice red marks on their asses. This was
working out just like I had been hoping.


The gals finally collapsed onto the sofa, Bettie in the middle.
Anne didn't waste a second, she reached across Bettie, her hand
brushing by Bettie's nipples "accidentally", slowly carressed
Sophie's face and gave her a gentle kiss. Bettie broke out in a
heavy blush, but just sat there and watched. Anne's hand moved
down to Sophie's breasts, and she cupped one while giving Sophie
another kiss. Sophie parted her lips just a little, and the kiss
became very tender, and a little sloppy. Bettie still sat there
transfixed, heavily flushed from all the prior energetic
activity, and obviously more than a little fascinated by this
sudden turn of events. The kiss was broken, and Sophie made the
first move on Bettie. She cupped one of Bettie's tits, and leaned
in slowly to brush her lips softly, a gentle kiss. Bettie didn't
kiss back, but she didn't freak out or turn away either. She just
sat and let it happen, not quite a deer in the headlights, but a
bit stunned and unsure of what to do next. A second kiss by
Sophie stirred a mild response, and Bettie kissed back just a
little bit, obviously very hesitant to do so, but almost
entranced by what was happening.


At this point, the urge to "go with the program" helps, but it
isn't the determining factor. We wouldn't have gotten to this
point without it, but if a woman hasn't wondered about what it
would be like to be with another woman, or if the idea is a
turn-off, things will quickly come to a screeching halt, and it
will be time to move on to the next set up with new girls. With
inhibitions lowered by alcohol, and encouragement from the other
participants, the curious or the adventurous woman will by and
large let things happen, having already been enticed by being
part of the group to go with it and keep on going with it. In for
a penny, in for a pound. Bettie was in for a pound.


I knew enough to keep my mouth shut. I wanted no distractions
from the place that the group had brought Bettie to, or she might
suddenly snap to her senses and say the hell with these crazy
girls and what they were about to do, especially in front of
cameras! The girls played it perfectly, keeping things slow and
sensual. Sophie focused back on Anne, and fondled her tits while
giving her several slow, tender kisses, inches from Bettie's
face. Then it was Anne's turn, and she gave Bettie the same
treatment, several very tentative light kisses. Bettie did
nothing at first, still almost frozen, but then she egan to
reluctantly return the kisses. She turned her head away quickly,
but when Anne held her face and turned it back gently but
forcibly, she let herself be kissed again. Both Anne and Sophie
began to fondle her breasts, and she bit her lip and gave out a
short breathy sigh, obviously tense, but feeling good at the same
moment. Both girls continued to give this sexy housewife kisses,
drawing them out longer and longer, still very tender, but more
urgent, mouths open, the tongues beginning to touch and tease.


Sophie began planting kisses down Battie's neck, made her way
down to now very sensitive breasts, and began to suck and nip at
Bettie's nipples. At the first contact with her nipples, Bettie
gave a sharp gasp, followed by a shy smile, and a long sigh. The
attention the girls were lavishing on her was having a major
effect. Bettie was still a little hesitant, but rapidly letting
the excitement override her reluctance. Sophie stood up, and Anne
slowly slid her cheerleader skirt and bloomers down. Sophie
stepped out of them, and stood in front of Anne, who kissed and
sucked her tits, then kissed her way down across the firm flesh
of Sophie's belly until she was planting wet ones on Sophie's now
exposed mons. Sophie sat back down, and it was Anne's turn to
peel off her skirt, and get kissed across her frontal region, a
wet trail from her tits to her mound. They both turned to Bettie,
and Anne kissed Bettie deeply while both girls hands began to
creep up smooth thighs and under her skirt, heading for her
pussy. Bettie pushed their hands away at first, then seemed to
melt when Anne fastened onto her throbbing nipples, and let the
girls hands wander where they would.


Anne and Sophie could sense it was time to strike, and the last
skirt and pair of bloomers was quickly on the floor. I was now
filming three lovely lesbians, completely naked, one of them most
likely a first time lady lover just beginning to enjoy herself. I
was almost in awe, as I really have a strong reaction to lesbian
love, it just seems so sexy and sensual. Woman loving woman has
an artictic beauty unmatched by other carnal matters. It is
especially wonderful to see all the expressions and emotions a
first time lover goes through. The initial hesitance, the nervous
excitement, the reluctance turned to enthusiasm, the reticence
melting into active participation. Embarassment overcome by
excitation. Tender touches turning to urgency and lust. I was
getting all that in spades from this setup. Bettie had fully
succumbed to her inner desires, and the ladies were all horny,
and heating up fast.


Kisses were now shared, deep and soulfully urgent. Breasts were
touched and teased, nipples sucked and bitten. Hands caressed
everywhere, constantly in slow, tender motion across the creamy
skin of leg and thigh. Legs were spread wide, and fingers and
tongues were quickly put to use on and in between swollen pink
lips, teasing clits and enjoying tantalizing tastes of each
other's nectars. Even though Anne and Sophie were doing this at
my orders, they were really into it, obviously lost in an
oblivious lust. They thought Bettie was hot, and were making it
quite clear what they did with a hottie was fuck her silly.
Bettie became the center of attention, and when Anne slipped two
fingers inside her now dripping box, and began to piston them in
and out while Sophie nibbled on her nips, Bettie began to shake
like an epileptic. She was having a quaking orgasm, shooting
through every nerve ending she had, causing every muscle in her
sexed up body to spasm. Anne didn't slow down, but pressed her
tongue right on Bettie's clit and rode her through what had to be
three or four strong climaxes in a row. Bettie was lost to the
world, in a total fog of overstimulation. We could have moved
this show right along to dildos and strap-ons, or even kinkier
territory, but I enjoyed the simple sensuality of the seduction
as it had played out, so I signalled Anne that we'd gone far
enough for today.


The girls slowed down after that, winding down as slowly as they
had wound up, with gentle caresses and tender kissing. Bettie
finally mellowed enough that she realized exactly where she was,
and looked straight at me and my cameras, and turned bright red.
She literally blushed from her head to her toes. More than just
embarassed, she knew I had her entrapped. I decided to leave her
alone for now, the hook was set and I could reel her in any time.
I let the girls get dressed, praised them all for a wonderful
modelling session, and paid them the standard fee.


I looked deep into Bettie's blue eyes, letting her know there
wouldn't be any escape, when I told her gently but firmly "I'm
looking foward to our next modelling gig, you are truly one sexy
lady."


The look I got back told me she knew.


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