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The Photographer


(M,FF, Consensual Sex, Incest, Teen, Multiple Partners)

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Chapter One

Being a photographer isn't all it's cracked up to be. The hours
are long, most of the models crabby, sometimes the pay sucks.
Still, it has its' perks. Andrea is one of those perks.

I first met Andrea when she was sixteen. I was in the middle of a
late night photo shoot in my loft studio on Miami Beach. Carolina
and Lynne, two of my favorite models were getting fucking hot and
heavy and my camera lens wasn't the only thing steaming up. Svet,
a friend from Bulgaria, was holding my reflectors but I swear he
could've not used his hands his dick was that hard.

Anyway, about half-way through the shoot we heard this chilling
scream come from the alley. We dropped everything and ran to the
back door. Instinctively, I had picked up my flash unit on the
way out the door - a photographer to the end, I'm afraid - and
had the camera ready for whatever we might find.

We burst through the steel door and looked over the fire escape
landing toward where we heard the screams. There, shoved up
against one of the dumpsters, was this poor little waif, her
blouse torn open revealing her pert little breasts, attempting to
fight off two of the local low-life Latin crime syndicate. White
slavery was very in and these two were going to make a lot of
money with this kid..

Without thinking, I began taking pictures of the two thugs while
one of my models, Carolina, I think, called 9-1-1. Svet, always
the gallant European, flew down the stairs with me right behind.
We tore into the Cuban scum and proceeded to beat the living shit
out of them. Goddamn Cubans. They're what's fucking wrong with
Miami and their vile influence is ruining Florida, if you ask me.
Anyway, we gave those two jerks what-for, let me tell you. The
police, another sad story about Cubans, I tell you, were too busy
to respond. They even told Carolina to mind her own business!
Fucking asshole cops! Goddamn Cubans have their reach into every
facet of our local government. 

Anyway, Carolina told us the police weren't interested so we
decided to handle the situation on our own. Lynne had brought one
of our prop blankets downstairs and covered the girl up and was
leading her back to the studio when Svet turned to the darkness
behind us, whistled and signaled two of his fellow Bulgarians
over. Until that moment, I had no idea Svet had a body guard
contingent. I guess I should investigate my friends further,huh?

He turned to me and told me not to worry about "these two fuckin'
Cuban scum" and sent me back upstairs with the girls. I have no
idea what happened next but Svet assured me those two "Cuban
fucks" wouldn't be kidnapping any more women..

By now, of course, the girls had begun cleaning the little waif
up and trying to get her to quiet down. Carolina was holding and
rocking her in a sisterly fashion telling her everything was
alright and she was safe while Lynne, a licensed practicing
nurse, cleaned her up as best she could with what I had in the
medicine cabinet in my bathroom.

I should tell you that my loft studio is also my home. I love the
way it over looks the ocean and I frequently fall asleep
listening to the sounds of the surf late at night after the
music's died down and all the clubs have closed.

I guess the soothing gentleness of the waves lapping to shore
must've had an effect on the girl 'cause soon she had fallen
asleep in Carolina's lap. Gently, the girls laid her down and it
was at that point that we were actually able to see what grime
and filth covered her.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, Lynne stripped off what was
left of the poor thing's clothes. Svet and I gasped as we noticed
the innocent's beauty. She was astonishing! Carolina shooed us
"dirty old men" out of that section of my loft and made us gather
some clean clothes. So as not to seem totally depraved, I ran a
foamy bubble bath and the girls washed our unexpected visitor.
Amazingly, she slept through the whole experience!

Anyway, it's a good thing I keep prop clothes in the studio
otherwise this kid would've had to sleep naked - not that Svet
and I would've minded. As it was, the girls picked something
"suitable" out for her and we continued our shoot.

With the kid sleeping only feet away from the studio lights, this
part of our shoot was more subdued - more artistic. Still, we got
some great shots! We thought we'd seen the kid watching every now
and then but when we went to check on her she was sound asleep.

After the shoot, I asked Carolina if she would stay. When working
with women I'm careful to have at least one chaperone on hand - a
trait which the girls not only appreciate but admire. Very few
photographers in this business take the girls' safety and comfort
to mind and the models really appreciate it when they realize how
different I am. Some appreciate it in ways I really enjoy, let me
tell you!

Carolina called her boyfriend and explained what happened and
told him she'd be staying at my place a couple of days until we
could get the situation straightened out. He wasn't too thrilled
but dating a model sometimes means she doesn't come home for days
at a time so he was used to it.

I pulled out the spare mattress I kept for those photo shoots
which needed it and made it as comfortable for her as I could and
then readied the sleeping bag. I frequently lay out on the
balcony under the stars so this wasn't going to be too bad.

Carolina had other ideas, however. "I don't sleep alone", she
pouted. Laying on that mattress naked, how could I expect my
guest to be disappointed? It's not often a man of my age - 40ish
- gets to sleep next to a naked 19 year old super-model-to-be so
I accommodated her.. 

I awoke the next morning to find Carolina's leg draped over me
and her delicate hand on my chest. "She must be a restless
sleeper", I thought as her leg moved slightly over my now growing
erection. She snuggled in nuzzling my neck and I thought I'd died
and gone to heaven when her leg moved out of the way to be
replaced by her hand over my now fully awake cock.

"Mmmm, I just love morning wood!" She whispered playfully in my
ear while planting soft kisses on my neck. "Did I tell you how
turned on I was last night when you rescued our 'damsel in
distress'?" She coyly asked while stroking my member.

"Um, no." Was all I could reply. I pinched myself to be sure I
wasn't dreaming and she giggled. "No, silly. You're not
sleeping." She rolled me on top of her and hugged me close, "Now,
come here and give me some of that hard cock before I go crazy
with lust!"

Before I knew it she had inserted me into her tight, warm,
wetness and we were fucking like bunnies. Oh God! I couldn't
believe this was happening! We must've been fucking for at least
fifteen minutes before we realized we had an audience. Our
sleeping "damsel" was awake and watching our every move from the
bed on which she lay. This didn't deter my little minx - no,
instead it seemed to spur her on to greater heights of orgasm. As
her womb squeezed tighter and tighter around my trapped member I
felt myself cross over that wondrous threshold. I groaned as my
seed shot deep into her belly not caring that I wasn't wearing
any protection or that my now favorite model could be carrying my
heir.

Our young guest giggled as I came down from my high, rolled over
and found the remote for the t.v. Carolina and I cleaned
ourselves up and, wrapped in the sheets we lay on, made our way
to the shower.

Breakfast awaited us as we made our way back into the living room
area of my home. Introductions were made and we learned our
guest's name was Andrea and that she had been taken from her
school group two days before as they visited the Museum of
Science. She gave us her phone number and we called her mother.

Understandably, her mother had been very distraught and was
terrified something bad had happened to her precious baby. Andrea
talked to her and assured her she was now alright and I gave her
the instructions to my studio.

When I opened the door to greet her, I was not prepared for what
I found. Standing only feet away from me was the most beautiful
woman I had ever met. At 5'9" tall with shoulder length chestnut
hair and a build Giselle would kill for, she was an older version
of the beauty we had rescued the night before. The tears welled
in her baby blue eyes as she rushed past me to embrace her
daughter. Andrea made the introductions and Amy, Andrea's mother,
grabbed me and hugged me to her. Later, Carolina would play with
the results of that hug..

Amy told us how Andrea's teacher had called in tears to tell her
that Andrea was missing and apologized over and over again for
losing track of her. Amy realized the fault wasn't hers though
when she learned Andrea had been separated from the group by one
of Miami's finest. Yep, one of our "Cuban Men-in-Blue" had
directed her away from the outing and into the hands of his
waiting partners. As a side note, when I mentioned this to Svet
several days later he set down his coffee cup, made a call on his
cell phone and said something in Bulgarian to whoever answered on
the other end. A few days later, the news had an interesting
story about a police officer who had been busted while attempting
to have sex with an underage minor. A Bulgarian underage minor,
it turned out. a MALE Bulgarian underage minor. Wonder how that
happened?

Amy had called the police and was told that Andrea was probably a
run away and to wait two or three days and she would come home.
Figures, huh? Damn, fucking cops. 

When they were ready to leave, I told Amy that I just had to get
her and Andrea in front of the camera. She just looked at me
funny until she saw some of the portraits hanging in my loft.
That was when she realized she knew me - or rather knew of me.
She had three of my books! It was my turn to blush then as she
asked for my autograph and fawned over me. It seemed she was one
of my biggest fans and wrote to my publisher constantly asking
when my new series was coming out.

Carolina helped me ready the studio and I got a few good shots of
mother and daughter, then mother, then daughter, then mother and
Carolina. It was apparent that Amy had seen my work - about half
way through our shoot she was already posing naked in some of the
most erotic artwork I've ever turned out. Not to be undone, her
daughter was posing just a few minutes later. Not as
provocatively mind you. Florida still has laws about that sort of
thing and her mother made sure her little girl didn't get carried
away..

When we were finished with the shoot, Amy insisted on waiting
until I had developed and printed the roll in my darkroom. In
fact, the darkroom was rather crowded as the three of them joined
me in there. Every time I turned around someone's hand was
"accidentally" brushing my crotch or a breast was "conveniently"
in the way as I reached for a clip or paper. I swear, I even
think Andrea got in on the action a time or two.. When things
really started to heat up Amy asked Andrea to go watch t.v.
Andrea pouted, turned and said, "That's ok, I've seen this part
anyway." And winked at me and Carolina as she exited through the
safety door.

The door hadn't revolved completely before both women had my
shirt undone and my jeans around my ankles. Amy dropped to her
knees, mumbled something about thanking me properly for "saving
her little girl" and began administering the best blow job I had
ever had. While Amy's tongue explored the underside of my ball
sack, Carolina placed my hand on her full tits and explored my
mouth with her tongue. My knees buckled as Amy's tongue made its
way slowly up the shaft of my manhood. When she reached the knob
of my pleasure her mouth engulfed me slowly, her lips stretched
over my dick meat. Carolina was heating up pretty quickly. The
more noise Amy made the hotter Carolina got. Soon I was on the
floor with Carolina's pussy hovering just inches over my mouth.

If you've never had two women before I can't describe the ecstasy
of a moment like this. The exquisite pleasure as they both give
themselves freely to you is fucking awesome! We soon had all of
our clothes off and I was doggie fucking both ladies as they
kneeled side by side for just that purpose. In - out, in - out,
first Amy, then Carolina. A few thrusts here, a few thrusts
there. Both women crashed through their orgasms with gusto -
Andrea later told us she had to turn the t.v. waaay up to drown
out the "party" as she put it. It wasn't long after that I was
shooting my load all over the darkroom floor with a tongue on
each side of my fuck tool and four hands on my balls!

After she had thanked me "properly", Amy dressed and waited for
me outside. Carolina snuggled close and whispered in my ear how
she had secretly wanted me since the day we'd met. It seems she
has a father fetish.. Who was I to deny her when she leaned over
and took my now limp dick into her mouth to clean me up. "Aww,
does daddy's little friend need a kiss?" She asked with a wicked
little gleam in her eye. After milking out yet more of my nut
juice, she had me cleaned and ready to go in no time. Gawd, if
this is what being a hero is all about count me in!

When the pictures were ready, Carolina and I re-entered the loft
to find Amy had ordered Chinese for the four of us. This was
definitely as pleasant interlude to my schedule! We ate and
reviewed the photos, cracking jokes and pointing out the changes
we'd make for our next photo shoot. Amy kept looking over at me
with this mischievous look in her eyes as if to say, "You're not
through with me yet, buster!"

After a couple of hours, Amy looked at her watch and said they
had to go. She came over to me, leaned over - way over to reveal
she'd never put her bra back on - kissed me on the cheek and
thanked me again for what I had done for her daughter. She
pressed her phone number into my hand and said, "Call me."

After they had left, Christine was pouting so I asked what was
up. She whined that she had planned on staying a couple of days
because she thought it would take that long to resolve the
situation with Andrea. Now, she had to go sooner than she wanted.


"You can stay here a couple more days if you want to." I
gallantly offered. "I can use the help putting together my next
book." I offered as I began cleaning up.

"I CAN!" she shouted. "Oh goody!" She grabbed me around the neck
and began planting kisses where ever her lips landed. When her
lips found my now semi-erect cock, I dropped the cups and saucers
I had in my hands.

Continued in Chapter Two
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