Fletcher takes a look at Izzy's photos

Author's note: This thread was written for shady31, who wanted a chapter focussing on Nancy's step-daughter Izzy. Hope it came out to your satisfaction.

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“… aaaaaand: BOOM!” Fletcher grinned triumphantly, slamming his index finger hard onto the enter button to complete the final directions, destroying the pictures of Mendes’ databanks along with implementing safety measures that would assure they were not salvageable. Just for good measure, he had also added a nasty, little trap to the slimy photographer’s website, assuring that anyone who’d download content from his site within the next week would catch a nasty, little virus. Finally, a virtual time bomb would crash the site in a few days, once enough scumbags had contracted his little surprise. “You’ve been fletchered, fucker!”

He straightened his back and cracked his knuckles, allowing himself a satisfied smirk. He felt a rush from what he had just done, methodically messing with someone who messed with people. However, with a self-aware smirk, he realized that he was likely not in a position to judge the men too harshly, given his own little betrayal. However, he reasoned, in his case, nobody would suffer consequences. It was a victimless crime as neither Nancy nor Izzy would ever know that he was in possession of pictures of their pretty little pussies.

“Alright, then…” he mumbled, rolling his shoulders. Now that his work was done he had nothing to do but wait for Nancy to return. Time he could spend productively by getting an overview of the data he had just acquired. “Let’s see!”

The contents of Mendes’ laptop were stored on his desktop in a neat little folder. He opened it and a list of new folders opened, regarding all kinds of different documents. He spotted some banking information and made a mental note to put a little cherry on top of Mendes’ sundae: he had a feeling that the photographer would unexpectedly donate a large chunk of his funds to different foundations. For now, that had to wait though, as Fletcher had less charitable priorities.

Finding the folder containing Mendes’ work wasn’t hard and a new list unfolded, containing names of women. Fletcher frowned. He couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer size of work this sleazeball had put in. 132 folders, each filled with seedy pictures and **** material of a different woman. Flicking through, he saw a wide variety of blondes, redheads, Latinas, Asian and Black girls, ranging from barely legal to women in their forties. The one thing they all had in common was that they all were pretty. Maybe, Fletcher decided, Mendes would spend his earnings by paying these women a little something for the hard work they had put in…

He found the folder named “Izzy” and with a quick double-click, he opened it and miniature previews of a big amount of pictures popped up. “Wow!” he muttered. 1846 pictures, that really was a lot of content. It was the raw, unsorted result of the shoot, as far as he could tell, meaning he had quite something to go through. Briefly glancing over to the door, Fletcher opened the first picture. “Let’s see what little Miss Know-it-all got up to!”

It seemed like the shoot had started outside. Judging by the bushes and trees around, they were in some kind of park with the sunlight suggesting it was late afternoon. Izzy was leaning against a tree, smiling into the camera. The pretty blonde was dressed uncharacteristically in a black cocktail dress that only covered a third of her thigh, displaying her smooth, pale legs and showed of a nice amount of creamy cleavage as well as a strappy pair of sandals. It seemed like her friends had talked her into dressing up like this, as Fletcher could only imagine the snarky comments it would have drawn from Izzy if another woman dressed as feminine as she was. He surely appreciated the sight though. The look suited her, the dress hugged her body tightly and complimented her blonde hair and pretty, blue eyes fantastically.

Skipping forward slowly, Fletcher got a diashow of the shoot as Mendes seemed to have used a machine-gun style of photography. He had used the light of the sun expertly and it showed his own professionalism as Izzy posed awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable with the new experience. It looked like she was trying to imitate what she had seen models do, but the poses she tried to strike were a bit awkward and wooden, not coming off as sexy as she hoped. Amused, Fletcher flicked through the pictures, almost like a flip-book as he watched Izzy turn and push her butt out towards the camera. Mendes seemed to have said something as she looked at him and laughed and from there on she gradually eased up. She relaxed, her movements became smoother and the teen looked like she was having fun.

Next, she made her way over to a little lake where she took off her sandals, walked along the shore and dipped her petite feet into the cool water, laughing and smiling, her golden hair shimmering in the sun. They reached a small, wooden dock and Izzy sat down on it, feet dangling into the pond. These pictures alone were enough to really embarrass the outspoken girl as she acted very different from the strong, independent girl persona she liked to portray, but Mendes took the opportunity he was given. Unbeknownst to Izzy, the pose she was sitting in was granting the photographer a look up her dress, showing off those silky thighs and he zoomed in to capture a brief peek of her underwear. Fletcher chuckled and shook his head as he saw the red, lacy thong the blonde wore. What a little hypocrite.

Next, Briand entered the picture. It was clear to see that Izzy was taken by surprise as the black man approached from behind, but he must have introduced himself with a funny line as a few frames later, the two of them were laughing alongside each other. It seemed like within a minute, Briand had twisted the teen around his little finger as the two of them started posing together, innocently at first, but soon with his hands on her hips, smiling, grinning and flirting. There really was some chemistry there, Fletcher had to admit as he saw the way the pair looked at each other. He felt his cock swell in his pants, knowing what was in store for Izzy and how clueless she seemed about it.

After the two had gotten to know each other there was a sudden change of scenery. The next picture showed Izzy and Briand sitting on a white leather couch in what looked like a condo. Izzy’s heels were still off and she had pulled her bare feet up on the couch as she had turned towards the black man, giving him flirtatious looks, each of them was holding a champagne flute as they talked, the large bottle standing on the small table in front of him. Fletcher squinted and he could see that it was already half empty, suggesting that the two of them had already been at it for a glass or two and Izzy certainly acted that way, laughing and giggling as Briand told her a story. Amused, he saw that the amount of bubbly liquid in her glass rose and fell throughout the pictures, suggesting that the men were regularly topping her off.

Surely enough, soon Briand was making his move. The blonde teen looked completely oblivious at first as his big, dark hand was placed on her thigh, but a few images further Briand leaned in and the chemistry was sizzling. Izzy shrieked and laughed as the older man suddenly grabbed her and lifted her up, pulling her into his lap.

“That little bitch really is clueless…” Fletcher smirked to himself as he watched Briand lean in for a first, deep kiss. It was obvious that the young blonde didn’t mind whatsoever as merely a picture later her tongue came out and the two passionately made out in front of the camera. The girl must have been quite drunk at this point, not stopping the man at all as his hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh, approaching her crotch slowly but surely as his other arm wrapped around her figure, pulling her close. The kiss broke and Izzy threw her head back, eyes closed in bliss as Briand nibbled on her neck, her mouth opened in an obvious gasp.

Next, she was on her back on the couch, looking surprised as it seemed like Briand had put her there rather roughly, but before she could protest at all, his lips soothed her again. Fletcher watched fascinated as Briand pushed her thighs apart, spreading them wide for the camera before he pulled Izzy’s dress up, completely exposing her thong-covered pussy mound. Wasting little more time, he shoved his hand down the front of her panties and Izzy gasped as he firmly cupped her young teen cunt. She bucked as the big, black man began to roughly rub her sex, but he held her down easily. She was his now and there was no escape.

“Fuck yeah, let’s see that teen cunt!” Fletcher growled to himself and a few images later his wish was granted as Briand grabbed Izzy’s red thong firmly in one fist and ripped it off, causing the young blonde’s eyes to widen comically. It looked like she reflexively tried to clamp her thighs together, but the stronger, black man **** her knees open, allowing Mendes to move in for a close-up.

Fletcher’s cock was fully hard as he got a first, good look at Izzy’s tight, little pussy. It really was a cute slit, tight and pink and completely bald. He couldn’t help but notice just how perfectly smooth the blonde was, suggesting that she was not only shaved, but freshly waxed, something he’d not thought of her given the constant spouting of feminist talking points from the teen. He definitely appreciated it though, and when Briand’s thick fingers returned to her pussy and spread her puffy outer lips for the camera, he could see how wet Izzy was. Her pussy was all but begging for penetration and Briand obliged, making the teen buck as two fingers stretched her wide open.

As Mendes stood to get a full body perspective, Izzy looked completely out of her depth. Held down and fingered roughly, all she did was moan and lie back wide-eyed. Within frames, her thighs fell apart, opening herself more for Briand to play with and he took advantage. Her cheeks flushed red as she came all over his fingers like the little slut she had proven to be, her thighs clenching down on his hand.

It appeared that Briand had decided to take the velvet gloves now completely as Izzy still looked disoriented from her sudden orgasm as she was pulled up to her knees and he all but ripped the dress off her body, yanking it over her head to leave the teen naked. Mendes got a brief opportunity to get a shot of her small, but cute breasts, snow white mounds that sat high on her chest and were capped by perky, pink nipples, before Briand grabbed a handful of blonde hair and manhandled her down on all fours. The surprised look on the bratty teenager’s face was delicious as he yanked down his shorts and a thick, hard, black cock all but slapped her in the nose. Briand wasted no more time, shoving his erect manhood between the girl’s lips and began fucking her face with little regard to how she took it.

Izzy was obviously stunned from the look on her face, her pretty, pink lips wrapped tightly wrapped around the big cock as she was mouthfucked. Mendes got some good pictures of the cocksucking action before he circled around to Izzy’s butt, definitely the pint-sized blonde’s best asset. She had a thick, plump booty that jiggled wildly with their movements, her cheeks shaking and quaking like two mounds of jello. Fletcher grinned as Briand lifted a hand and gave the teen a hard spank, causing a red, hand-shaped outline to blossom throughout the next few frames.

At this point, Fletcher couldn’t resist any longer and the huge black hacker quickly pulled down the waistband of his shorty, letting his own thick, black cock spring free. He stroked it up and down as he continued to click through the pictures, watching Briand spank Izzy again before he sunk his fingers deep into her meaty cheek and spread her peachy ass-crack wide for the camera, exposing the tender, pink iris of Izzy’s asshole. Mendes took the opportunity to zoom in for some close-ups, capturing the self-righteous blonde’s anal opening in high definition glory.

The action soon switched. It seemed, Mendes had given a command as Briand looked up at him and nodded. The black man had lost his shirt at this point and now ripped off his shorts as well as he stood, leaving him as naked as Izzy, who remained on all fours. As Mendes moved in front of Izzy, getting the blonde’s attention, Briand positioned himself behind her upraised butt. Izzy’s eyebrows rose in surprise and her mouth gaped open as she was impaled from behind and soon the big man fucked the small blonde hard and fast, visibly rocking her in front of Mendes’ greedy lens.

"Just a blowjob, huh?!" Fletcher smirked, remembering what Izzy had told Nancy of what the pictures of her showed. It seemed like the little minx had left out some of the spicier parts of her story...

Izzy looked utterly overwhelmed, surely getting fucked harder than she ever had in her young life, but Briand showed no mercy. Her hair was pulled back as he took her, making her his bitch well and truly as his free hand groped her tits that swung wildly below her. Initially, she didn’t really look like she was enjoying it much, but after a while, her face became more blissful as she received the harsh pounding, moaning into the camera, looking like she was getting into it.

“Slut!” Fletcher scoffed, jerking his cock.

Soon, the pair switched positions again to Briand lying on his back with Izzy now on top and all hesitation was gone from the teen now as she rolled her hips and rode the black man like a woman with far more experience than she was likely to have. Throwing her head back, she put on a show. Her small tits jiggled enticingly. Mendes circled around to get every possible shot, making sure to capture that plump butt as it bounced while Briand satisfied himself with grabbing her hips, helping her guide her rhythm. From the look on her face, Izzy came soon for a second time, displaying one of the cutest o-faces Fletcher had ever seen.

Both of them laughed as she climbed off of him and Briand took over. Izzy flinched, but the smile stayed on her lips when the much bigger black man snatched a handful of her hair and roughly dragged her along, out of the room and in the next pictures the two of them were crammed into a shower. The blonde teen had both hands braced against the tiled wall as Briand fucked her from behind, rather roughly judging from the shaking impacts of her thick booty. It seemed like the black man was letting out everything he had now, spanking her and pulling her hair, even **** her a bit, none of which the drunk teenager seemed to mind, gasping and moaning under the shower’s spray.

“Fucking hell!” Fletcher muttered, strained, as he watched the Nancy’s pint-sized step daughter get railed like this. What a pretentious little slut she was. Flicking onward, Izzy was suddenly pushed to her knees and after a surprised look she closed her eyes and smiled, even sticking her tongue out as Briand came all over her face, painting her with his thick load. Groaning, Fletcher came as well, the sight of the messy girl tipping him over and ropes of his own cum shot out and splashed onto the screen of his laptop, adding to the mess on virtual Izzy’s face.

“Fuck…” Fletcher groaned as he came down and realized the mess he had made. Then he chuckled. This really was an image he’d remember when Izzy gave him another one of her boring lectures on sexism…