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. ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/