"It went very well," John said to Scott Harrison when he came to pick up his two grand after Scott's step-daughter had posed for some "special" sets as part of her web "fashion model" career.

"Really? Did you get her to go topless?" The photographer just smiled. Man, I'd love to see those pictures, Scott thought to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

"And my guy, he's very interested in more. He's willing to give you fifteen hundred more if she'll pose for a couple more sets."

"I'll have her here next weekend," he said, without a moment's hesitation. His gambling debts were paid off, but there were a couple of football games this weekend he wanted to get in on.

When she got to his studio, he told her they were going to do an outdoor shoot. They drove for quite a while out to a remote county park, then hiked into the woods. He spread a blanket in a clearing and had her sit down on it, on her knees. "OK, now just start taking your shirt off," he said. Pretty soon she was sitting there in her bra, smiling at the camera.

He didn't even need to tell her to take her bra off. She just reached around and unhooked it, sat there smiling while he took a picture, then slouched her shoulders forward and let it fall off.

He took lots of pictures of her topless, sitting in front of her, framing just her face and her breasts in the picture. She really does have the sweetest little teenage breasts, he was thinking, round and plump and firm, and the prettiest pink nipples I've ever seen. He really was quite smitten with her, had been for a while.

"Cup your hands under your breasts," he said, "and lift them up a little." She did, her nipples pointing up so provocatively, her thick pink nubs begging to be sucked. "Squeeze your nipples a little, roll them between your thumb and finger."

She felt silly, sitting there playing with her boobs while he took pictures. He had her squeeze them together, shake them a bit, that sort of thing, and she felt even sillier, giggling while she squeezed her breasts for the camera. She knew her "boyfriends" would like watching her play with her tits, and that made her feel sexy. Then he stood up and took a picture of her from above, and she looked up at the camera with "doe-eyes," just like she knew he liked. Then she just opened her mouth wide, like she had before. She knew he liked it when she did that and she really wanted to turn him on right then.

"Oh man, that's so hot!" he said. She could hear his voice crack, she knew she'd turned him on. "Perfect, just perfect." He put his camera down, and she sat there on her knees in front of him. Then she she just reached out and started unbuttoning his pants. She really didn't know why she did it, she was just overcome with a desire to make him happy. She knew she'd turned him on, and that made her feel good, and she wanted to make him feel good, too.

She undid his pants and reached her hand in the fly of his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard shaft, and this time she really did pull it out, she wasn't going to be disappointed by a fake dildo this time. Nothing but the real thing for her now.

His cock really was quite big, maybe not as big as the dildo but still, pretty big. And it looked a lot nicer than the dildo, too--a thick purple head, pubic hair around the base. She leaned into him, opened her mouth, and took his penis into her for the first time.

It tasted funny--musky, a little bit sweaty--but it didn't bother her, in fact for some reason it seemed to make her all the more turned on. It felt wonderful in her mouth, large and masculine and domineering, and she was overwhelmed with a desire to make him come. She wanted to be a good girl, a good girlfriend, and do what a girl does for her boyfriend, help him out, make him happy, make him satisfied. She had a least a basic idea of how it worked, from when he'd told her what to do with the dildo, and she started bobbing back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Her mouth felt wonderful on his aching cock, warm and comforting, her tongue so soft and silky on the underside of his head as he glided in and out of her. He put his hands on the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair, and she liked that, it felt good to have him holding her head like that. Then she reached up with one hand and wrapped it around his shaft, like he'd told her to do with the dildo, and she slipped the other hand into the fly of his underwear so she could touch his balls.

His balls were bigger than she had expected, filling her hand as she cupped her fingers around them. And she hadn't expected them to be so heavy. Her fingers felt wonderfully cool and soft on his balls. He was in heaven.

She did a good job, giving him head, trying to figure out what to do, but eventually her jaw got sore and she had to pull off. He reached down and put his hand on her chin. "That was wonderful, Megan," he said, "but we should probably get going. We've got more pictures to take." She was disappointed, she really wanted to make him come, and she felt a little foolish, like a silly girl, that she'd even started this, since she didn't know how to finish it. But he wasn't concerned. He had big plans for the day.

She put her bra and her shirt back on, and they held hands as they walked out of the woods. She was really beginning to think of him as her boyfriend. She knew that was weird, he's almost three times her age, but it made her feel good. She'd never had a boyfriend before, nothing serious at least, and she liked it. Her lips were tingling from having had his cock in mouth for so long, and that made her feel sexy and grown-up and she liked it a lot.

Over lunch at a little diner on the way back to the city, he told her what he had in mind for their next set. "I'd liked to take some pictures of you tied up," he said with a little grin.

"Tied up!?!" She heard of this sort of thing, she knew girls let guys tie them up. For some weird reason, guys liked it.

"Shhh," he said. "It's OK if you don't want to, it was just an idea."

Oh, what the heck, what's the big deal? So he ties me up and takes a few pictures. "No, it's OK, I'm OK with it."

"Cool, I want to take the pictures at my house, if that's OK. We'll stop back at the studio so I can grab some clothes for the shoot, OK?"

He had a beautiful house, she was impressed, a nice big house in a nice neighborhood overlooking the city. He had her put on a naughty outfit--a see-through bra, little panties that tied at the sides, and a schoolgirl outfit--a button-up white blouse, blue plaid skirt, little frilly white socks, and black patent leather pumps. He really likes me in a schoolgirl outfit, she thought to herself. He wants to tie his little schoolgirl up. The thought made her smile.

He took her up to his bedroom and had her climb on his bed--a big, soft four-poster--and get up on her knees. "Give me a look like you're angry, or unhappy, like you don't want to do what I'm asking you to do." She gave him a look, and he took a picture. "Now start unbuttoning your shirt, but look like you're unhappy about it, like you don't want to." She couldn't help smiling, it was so silly, but then she gave a look like he asked. When she got her shirt unbuttoned, he told her to take the shoes and socks off, still looking unhappy about it. Then he told her to take the skirt off, then take the shirt off, too. When she was in her bra and panties, he had her sit there on her knees with her arms folded across her belly, looking pissed.

He gave her a ball of rope and had her reach reach it out to him, like she was handing the rope to him, still looking unhappy about it. Then he had her pull the rope back and hold it against her chest and give a pissed look. She didn't know what exactly he had in mind, but it became obvious when, for the next picture, he had her start tying a length of rope around her ankle. "Keep looking pissed," he said, "and tie it tight, a good knot." Then he had her tie another length around her other ankle, and then her wrists. He had to help her get a good knot around her wrists.

Once she had ropes tied around her wrists and ankles, he had her lay down on the bed with her arms and legs spread. "Keep that pissed look on your face," he said. She giggled but then went back to looking pissed.

Then he tied all the ropes to the bedposts, and she was entirely secured. "Now," he said, "look scared." That wasn't hard; once she really was tied up, she really was kinda worried. She could hardly move, he'd pulled the ropes awfully tight, and she felt incredibly vulnerable. For the first time, she realized that he could do basically anything he wanted to her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was completely at his mercy. She felt silly that this hadn't occurred to her before now.

She was too young to realize that this was the whole point. That this was why men like to tie women up, and why women like it. That this feeling of vulnerability is part and parcel to the woman's sexual experience, that letting a man lay on top of you and hold you down and violate you with his penis--at this moment the woman is completely vulnerable and submissive and she must find her sexual thrill from that vulnerability, just as his thrill is through his domination of her. This is what sex is, and every young girl must learn this lesson. Megan was just beginning her lesson.

After he took several pictures of her from different angles with that worried, vulnerable look on her face, he told her he was going to unhook her bra. She could barely move to give him access to the latch, and he had to basically wrap his arms around her to reach it. He pulled the back straps out so they were laying on the bed, so it was obvious that her bra was unhooked, and as he did, he slid his hands up her sides and under her bra until they were on her breasts and he was feeling her up. He squeezed her breasts for a while before he took his hands away.

She felt totally weird about that. She sort of felt used right then. If he'd asked her if he could do it, she would have said yes, but the fact that he didn't ask, the fact that he just felt her up, took advantage of her because she couldn't do anything about it, that made her feel weird.

He took a few more pictures, then he untied the straps on her panties and took another picture. Then he pulled the back of her panties out from under her butt, and as he did this, he had to sort of straighten them out so they didn't show anything, and this gave him the opportunity to slip his hand underneath and feel the young girl's pussy.

She couldn't believe he did it. She couldn't believe he put his hand down there, without even asking her if it was OK. He kept it down there for quite a while, fingering her, and she was embarrassed because she knew that she was really wet, even though she was worried and everything she was still really wet. Then he took some pictures, and her face was red for all of them.

"You know what we need," he said. "Some yogurt!" She grinned, the first time she'd smiled since he tied her up. "I haven't got any, though." He paused for a moment. "Hey, what'd you think if we used the real thing?" She didn't quite understand what he meant. "You know, if I... If I ejaculate on you? Then we wouldn't need any yogurt."

She smiled at him, but it was a worried sort of smile. "OK."

He put the camera down and took his pants off, and she saw his entire cock for the first time. It looked huge, thick and sticking way out from his body, and his balls looked really big, too, hanging down and swinging as he climbed onto the bed. And it was very hairy. She was impressed by how much pubic hair he had.

He knelt next to her and started jacking off with one hand while he fondled her breasts with the other, pulling her bra up to expose them. After squeezing her tits for a while, he moved his hand down and pulled her panties off, exposing her pussy completely. He fingered her and jacked off for a while, then he pulled his fingers away and rubbed them over his head, lubricating it with her wetness. He did this a couple times--stuck his fingers down to her pussy, got them wet, then rubbed them over the head of his cock while he masturbated.

She was pretty weirded out, watching him using the wetness from her pussy to help him masturbate, but not half as freaked out as she was when he started climbing on top of her. Pretty soon he was kneeling between her wide-open legs. Oh my god, was all she could think, he's gonna do it, isn't he? He's gonna fuck me! But he didn't, at least not yet, he sat there up on his knees with his huge hard cock sticking straight out, straight at her, his big balls hanging down, and he reached down to her pussy with both hands and then rubbed his wet fingers all over his dick and started masturbating some more. As he masturbated, he knelt down a bit and rubbed his head against her pussy. Oh fuck, now he's gonna do it!

Then--"Megan?" he said, "would it be OK if I put it in you?"

He didn't actually wait for an answer. He was pretty much already pushing his dick into her before she nodded. She was glad he asked, but she knew he didn't really wait for permission. Once she nodded, he just gave a big grin, a big horny-fucker grin, and pushed in really hard. It hurt like hell, it felt like his big dick was tearing her apart, but there wasn't anything she could do about it, she could hardly even move, so she just turned her head to the side, closed her eyes tight, and waited for him to do his thing. While he pushed into her, she lay there with her eyes closed tight, thinking, what a bastard, he wanted to pop my cherry and he wanted to make sure I couldn't do anything to stop him, that's why he came up with the whole idea for this set, so he could tie me up and I couldn't do anything and he could pop my cherry and...

Before she could finish the thought, he was inside her. She felt his big dick push into her, then pull back and push in even further. She couldn't believe how big it felt, how much it filled her up, and she couldn't believe that each time he pushed in it went in even further, even deeper, until it felt like he was completely inside her, there wasn't any more room for anything. He was laying on top of her now, his hands were grabbing her tits, holding them tight, and he was sliding in and out of her pussy. Oh my god he's fucking me! He was kissing her on the neck and the cheek and she turned her head so he could kiss her on the mouth and they kissed, the first time they'd kissed, his tongue deep in her mouth as he kept sliding in and out of her pussy, filling her up, pulling back, filling her up again, deep inside her.

She was disappointed--very disappointed--when he pulled out. He held himself above her and she felt him ejaculate onto her belly, three, four, five big shots of his warm come firing all the way up to her breasts and her neck. He was looking at her with this incredible look while he came, her heart skipped as she realized that he was looking at her like he was in love, and she was so happy that she'd been able to help him, to make him feel good.

He leaned down and kissed her again and she felt a little bit more come dribble onto her, and then he climbed off of her. He tossed her underwear on her crotch to hide her pussy a bit, and took several pictures of her laying there with his come on her belly, tied up and smiling weakly, red-faced, disheveled, and looking for all the world like she'd just been fucked for the first time in her life.

Epilogue

They had a "date" later that week. She told her parents that she was going out for pizza with some friends, and he met her after school at a coffee shop, and then they went out to dinner, and then he took her back to his place. They made love for a very long time, with no pictures or cameras involved. He had her use many different positions, first she was on her back with her legs spread wide, then up on her knees with her face buried in the bed while he fucked her from behind, then she was on top, riding him, then she was leaning over the bed with him behind her again. She would have done anything he asked, anything at all, so long as he put his big thick cock inside her. That's all she wanted, that's all she'd been able to think about for the last several days.

She was terribly disappointed, again, when he pulled out of her for the last time that night. She was very sore from having been fucking for almost an hour straight, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted that wonderful cock in her all night long. She was laying on her back, with her ass hanging off the bed and her legs spread wide and he was standing in between her legs, fucking her very hard, the bed was slamming up against the wall. Then he pulled out and started ejaculating, standing above her and firing come onto her. She loved his come, she loved it when he came on her, she loved the way it made her feel, she felt so dirty and slutty laying there while he stood above her and spewed his warm come all over her.