Photo Shoot

“Strip and face the wall. I could use something nice to look at while I work.”

“Yes, Master.”

Paula’s shoulders slumped down, and she lowered her eyes to the floor, as she began removing her clothes. I think she was a bit disappointed... she must have been anticipating another good hard fuck from me. I think the little slut actually enjoyed being dominated, and she was upset that tonight she was to merely be on display, an object of art for my pleasure. Well, I wouldn’t disappoint her for long.

When Paula was undressed, she turned around and faced the wall. I could see the bathroom door open just a crack, and Harry’s eye peek out from behind the door. I smiled and gave a thumbs up sign to Harry, before returning my attention to Paula.

“Good girl,” I told her. “You have been very obedient, so far. I think you deserve an award. I will permit you to bend over at the waist, reach between your legs, and masturbate for me. If you are really good, I might even consider allowing you to cum.”

Paula did as she was told. She bent over, and I could see that she had shaved her pussy, as I had ordered her to do. She reached between her legs, and slipped a finger into the moist folds of her pussy.

“Very good. You’re a good little fuck ****, aren’t you? Say it, tell me what you are.”

Paula clenched her eyes shut, and I could see her cheeks blush in embarrassment. Still, she managed to **** out, in a slightly unsteady voice, “I’m a good little fuck ****, master.”

“You enjoy stroking your pussy for others, like a porn star.”

“I enjoy stroking my pussy for others, like a porn star.”

“You’d probably even love to fuck yourself for an audience, you dirty whore.”

That one caught in her throat. I could see her struggling with the humiliation she’d feel exposed like this in public. Finally, realizing there was no alternative, she managed to get out, “I’d love to fuck myself for an audience.”

“Good, slut. We’ll see about that. Now keep fingering yourself for me, and your wish may come true.”

I walked over to my bookcase and pulled out my digital camera. I turned it on, and looked at the screen. Paula’s long legs and ass were centered on the LCD screen, and her head was visible hanging down between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and her breasts hung toward her face. Her hand was visible pumping in and out of her hairless pussy. I snapped the picture. As the flash went off, Paula’s eyes shot open and she let out a soft gasp.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered. “I can’t let anyone see me like this!”

“I’m just giving you your wish. You said you wanted to masturbate for an audience. Well, now everyone can see what a horny little slut you are! Unless, of course, you’d rather I turned you in for stealing my CD’s.”

Paula closed her eyes again and resigned herself to her situation. “No, master,” she said, dejectedly. Again she began rubbing her clit, but with less enthusiasm this time.

“Maybe, slut, if you are good, I’ll let you try to convince me to delete these pictures. But you’re going to have to work really hard.”

That got her attention. With renewed vigor Paula fingered her nub as I started to snap away. I took closeups of her hand in her pussy. Shots of her face between her legs. Shots behind her and from the side. I had her reach back with both hands and hold her ass open for the camera, and then stick one finger in her pussy and one in her ass. Glancing over at the bathroom door, I could see that Harry had pulled out his cock and was stroking it while he watched the photography shoot.

When I had pretty much exhausted that position, I mused out loud, “Boy, we could really use a nice hard cock to spice things up here.”

A big grin crossed Paula’s face. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you whip out that monster of yours and bury it in my fuckhole. It’s dripping for you.”

“That sure does sound tempting,” I said, as I began to rub my growing cock through my pants, “but then how would I take the pictures?”

“You could forget about that camera, come over here and fuck me hard. Make me scream.”

“No, I think I’ve got a better idea.” I glanced over at the bathroom door. Harry still had his pants at his knees and he was stroking his cock. “Hey, Harry, how’d you like to come out here and fuck my whore while I take some pictures.”

Harry swung the door open. Paula, still bent over with her ass in the air, looked over at the door, saw Harry standing there with his erect member in hand, and shouted, “HOLY SHIT!” Paula stood up, covered her pussy and breasts, and ran behind the arm of my couch. She squatted down and screamed at me, “What the fuck is he doing here?!?”

“Now Paula,” I said in a condescending tone, “you did say that you’d like to perform for an audience. Well, here’s your audience. This is just the audience participation part of your act. Now, why don’t you stand up where you are, bend over the couch, and let Harry fuck you like the whore that you are. Of course, if you’d prefer, I can just pick up the phone and call the police. Bill might also be interested in seeing some of these pictures.” I held up the camera.

Paula glared at me with a mixture of hatred and fear in her eyes. She looked over to Harry’s cock, still erect. She looked back at me and...