A photoshoot and the formulation of a plan

I spent the next ten minutes rolling and twisting on my bed, as I followed Liam's instructions on how he wanted me to pose. First with my knees pulled back to my shoulders as he got a shot of the sperm and virginal blood leaking from my pussy and dripping down my ass, then on my back cupping my breasts to emphasize them, next spreading my pussy with sperm everywhere, and so on.

His creativity knew no bound as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his role. Surprisingly, I had no qualms following his directives. I was just relieved to be able to rely on someone who seemed to know exactly what kind of pictures would satisfy my blackmailer. Honestly, I was more than happy to leave that burden to Liam, since I struggled to come up with ideas myself previously.

As he took the pictures, a question suddenly came up, "Olivia, why are you on birth control? I mean, you don't seem like the type of girl who would just be on it."

I rolled my eyes as I posed with my cum-covered ass in the air. I knew he'd be curious eventually. "It was my mother's idea. She thinks just because she is a slut that all girls are sluts, so I needed to be on birth control as soon as I had my first period. I stayed on them because it means I only have the cramps and bleeding once every six months."

He snapped another picture. "By the way you've been talking about her, I take it you don't like your mom then?"

I shook my head, "She just wants my dad for his money, and I was always just a problem for her. If my dad didn't have a prenup she'd be spreading her legs for any guy she could get between them." And I left it at that. Liam was smart enough to read the room and let it drop.

"You know," I laughed, "I've had to take lots of nudes... because of the bet I lost, and I much prefer you taking them of me. Especially while I can watch that react." My gaze was fixed on his twitching cock. I was pretty sure we had the dozen photos pretty quickly, but I didn't mind Liam continuing to tell me sexy poses for more photos.

After well over two dozen photos, a wicked idea came to my mind. "If you wanted a girl all to yourself, what photo would bother you the most to get her doing with another man... though, only one man, I'm not doing multiple guys. I wanted to save myself for my husband, but..." I gestured to my deflowered pussy, "obviously, that's not happening. I was told to find someone acceptable and deal with the fact that I'd end up fucking whoever I chose, the asshole I lost the bet to and my future husband. I don't want any more people on that list. However, the asshole that gets to fuck me in two weeks has let it slip that he loves how 'pure' I am. He was seriously ticked when I talked him into letting me pick who gets my cherry. But I'd love to have some more pictures of you doing things that'll piss him off."

Liam thought for a moment. "I get that you don't want to talk about your bet," he started, "but what were the conditions? Because pissing off a guy intentionally before he fucks you sounds like a bad idea. I mean, he could get pretty mean and rough..."

I sighed, rolling a lock of my hair in my hands, "Well, I pretty much have to do what he wants, and I get the feeling he's going to be rough and mean either way. So I might as well get the satisfaction of making it not fun for him and pissing him off. Maybe he'll lose interest and forget about me?"

Liam shook his head, "Doesn't sound likely to me." He thought for a moment, "Do you know any kinks he's into?"

I once again found myself subconsciously rubbing my ass, "He likes anal. He likes bondage. And he likes being rough."

He winced for me.

I continued, "He also likes making me take dirty pictures of myself, especially when I'm out in public."

"I guess I could see that. He seems to have a thing about control." Liam mused.

I rolled my eyes, "You can say that again."

"I'm no psychologist, so I'm not going to speculate on things I'm probably wrong about anyway." he said. "All I can do is say, as your average guy, what would work on me and how I'd react. I have no idea if your bet man is anything like me, but I can plan with you. I'm going to assume he's smart because he got you to bet your body to him... no, I won't pry, you didn't want to talk about it. So I'm going to start with a question, if you succeed in pissing off your bet guy, what's the worst thing he could do to you?"

I shuddered, "Well, since I kinda have to let him do what he wants... He could do anything. I don't think he'd do anything that would actually hurt me... or he probably would have already, but I... I don't think there's anything below that asshole."

He grimaced again.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I don't like the idea either. So tell me, what are the worst things you can think of a guy could do to a girl?"

"Well, in all fairness, almost anything a guy can do to a girl, there is a girl somewhere who gets turned on by it", he admitted. "I am not generally into porn, something about knowing the girls have probably fucked more people than I have ever met turns me off."

"Thank god", I exclaimed. "I can't stand assholes who just want to pound pussy either, doesn't matter how easy the slut is. It's why I always made a fuss whenever anyone tried telling me that I needed to loosen up. I don't want to be a loose woman. I don't want to be a slut, I hate sluts." Then I looked down at my naked body, and chuckled, "Though having fucked you, it's now strangely easy for me to be okay with you seeing me naked, and..." I looked at him with a lusty look, "the idea of you doing more to me turns me on." I leaned in close to his ear, the naked flesh of my tit rubbing against his arm. "So what's the dirtiest thing you can think of to do to me?"

I felt Liam shudder at the words.

"Right now, the dirtiest thing I can think of is slamming my dick in any of your holes and letting the pee, that so badly wants out of me, out in you", he admitted, his dick visibly hardening at the thought.

I recoiled a little bit, surprised. That definitely wasn't what I imagined would come out of his mouth. I took a few seconds to think it through. Could I really allow someone to urinate inside me?