Katy Moves On

Katy let the camera hang from her neck, holding it steady she approached her models as they continued their incestous orgy of damnation.

Crouching down she sat atop Vicky, running her hands across the increasing flush looking woman Katy gasped as her hands basked in the enticing warmth of the smooth skin.

Groping Vicky's small D cup breasts Katy gasped in pleasure as Vicky grasped at Katy's hips, pulling the woman down into her feeling Katy's wet pussy grind against her.

Liam having recovered slight rolled onto his side, kissing Vicky's shoulder his eyes joined her's in gazing at Katy hungrily. His toned arms reached out, his hand joining Katy's in playing with Vicky's nipples. As his lips marched their way toward the nearedt nipple his hand reached forward, eventually slipping under Katy's dress, his fingers rolling her swollen clit around.

Katy continued to grind in place watching Liam and Vicky as their sisters pulled the strapless dress down to suck on Katy's pert breasts. Ensuring she felt the corrupting touch of each of their flames, corrupting her further on the path of indoctrination into the Idol's legion.

Katy stroked their heads, smiling at the corruption she had brought upon them. She wanted to join them, thoughts of her dark brown haired, pale lithe body buried beneath four fiery, impassioned bodies. Liam pounding into her as Sorcha sat on her face making out with him, Vicky and Annie playing with her small breasts while making out or suckling Sorcha's breasts together.

The thoughts made her wet.

But she had a feeling she could enjoy that later, now… Now she was needed elsewhere.

Leaving the four in their secluded corridor Katy headed back towards the reception. She wasn't done there yet. New thoughts crept through her mind on how to get the bride to pay for her services, or even that woman she had seen in the red dress with the exquisite mohawk. She relished the idea of dragging more souls down into depravity.

As Katy wandered the halls she couldn't help but smile at what she saw. She paused a few times to take discreet photos to help couples further along. In almost every corner two people, or more seemed to be huddled close, arms giving the only clue to how frisky they were being. Women were draped across the laps of almost every arm chair, in one case the dress appeared pulled up enough to suggest she was discreetly fucking the guy she was entwined with in the chair.

Stopping at the washroom to freshen up Katy felt disturbed. Pausing to listen she could make out suppressed sobs, those didn't belong here Katy thought. Placing the camera down on the counter she crept along the washrooms stalls, pausing when she thought she found the source.

With a gentle rap on the door Katy called out, “Everything ok?”

A couple suppressed sobs were promptly followed by a depressed, “Yeah".

“Why don't you come on out? Share what's bothering you.” Katy felt bad for the girl, everyone was supposed to be enjoy themselves, and most were from what Katy had seen.

After a few moments the door clicked unlocked and out stepped an average height brunette, her hair was weaved together elaborately, coming to an end between her shoulder blades, her black dress showed off her elegant curvy figure.

“So what's killed you party?” Katy asked casually touching up her make-up in the mirror before glancing sincerely in the woman's direction “I'm Katy, the wedding photographer.” She introduced, stretching out a hand.

“Andrea.” The brunette replied mortified by how he eye liner was running. Andrea didn’t know if she wanted to talk about it. A sudden chill flowed through her as she heard the shutter of the camera. Katy smirked to herself looking at the picture of them both in the mirror.

They were both flashing their reflections, however Katy wasn't holding her camera. Instead two embedded gems were prominently visible on her brow, and at the center of her collar bone.

“So what's a beautiful sexy woman like you, doing crying in here.” Katy inquired, feeling an irresistible need to get the woman to open up.

“Its nothing.” The words were plain, solid, and said with hurtful resolution in an effort to **** it into truth.

“Man trouble. I can relate, its like they say one thing but mean another. Like they want you in words, but don't want to spend the time and take action.” Katy rambled on. She was amazed by how good she was looking, feeling a confidence that she usually lacked.

Looking Andrea up and down Katy contemplated what to do. The brunette's hair was done up with a bunch of fancy curls in the back ending just between her shoulder blades. Her dress was sleeveless but fully enclosed the hard to miss large breasts. The way the dress contoured down showed an average sized waist, alluded to some flared hips and then concealed her ass and legs.

No wonder she was so down, she wasn't exposing herself to the wonders of tonight. Katy dropped her twisted thought chain, as the woman sobbed heavily.

“We came here together, and… “

“And what?” Katy asked with sincerity that increasingly felt foreign, her hand coming to rest comfortingly flat and open palmed on the brunettes back, the compulsion to scratch alluringly across it barely resisted.

“Last I saw him he was doing shots out of the bartender's shirt and making out with other women at the bar.” Andrea angrily uttered, shaking her head wondering why her boyfriend would do such a thing.

Katy felt some voice deep inside trying to cry out, kicking and screaming and struggling to object. Only to be muffled by the perverse thoughts of what she could do with her camera to such a scenario.

“I'm sorry.” Katy consoled, stepping over and placing a hand on Andrea's shoulder. “That jerk deserves to go to hell.” Katy felt aroused by the thought. “Cheating on such a wonderful woman. I mean, you look amazing. He deserves to be sent photo after photo showing just what he gave up.” The words felt oddly genuine as Katy uttered them, yet her mind kept creeping with thoughts wondering what this girls problem was. Have a few shots, make out with a couple people at the bar. Escalate as desired.

She watched as Andrea seemed to contemplate the idea. “No, I can't. My make up is all wrecked, my eyes are puffy…”

“You're exaggerating, let me show you. Just one pic. Leaning over the counter here, staring intensely into the mirror.” Katy appealed, her heart beating faster as it craved that next photo. Hungered for its manipulation of this tormented malleable soul.