Images of a Woman Being Fucked

May 18, 2020. The Rothschild Residence.

Hanna Maria, still on fours, slim and sexy in her blue dress, looks up at me with a pair of doe eyes that I didn’t know she had.

“Strip for me,” I command.

“You want my nudes?” she asks, slowly getting up off the ground.

“I’m going to ravage you, and then I’m going to photograph the aftermath. I’m going to capture you nude, you being fucked, you begging for mercy…”

“I never beg,” she smirks. “But if you ask nicely…”

She sways her hips to some imaginary beat, holding her arms high in the air, the curve of her ass straining against her satin dress.

Snap

I capture the moment she slips a hand under her right shoulder strap.

She pulls it off, baring a shoulder and just a little more cleavage for me to feast my eyes upon. She twirls around, pulling off her other strap, and she winks at me as the dress begins to fall off her body, revealing that she’s braless, the fabric of her dress hanging off her waist through what seems like nothing more than sheer willpower.

Snap

A photograph of Hanna Maria half-nude, the bottom of her dress flaring out Marilyn Monroe style as she suddenly bends down, her tits out for the world—for me—to see.

“You like what you’re seeing?” she asks, her voice strangely husky.

“I’d love to see more,” I say. I tap on my phone. “And so would this.”

She smiles, twirling around, exposing her panty-clad ass to me. She steps backwards, towards me, wiggling her ass, shimmying out of her dress, until she’s clad in nothing more than her panties.

She looks back at me in mock surprise, a finger curled about lips, and I Snap off another photo.

I hook my hands around the edges of her panties, but she playfully slaps away my hands, instead straddling my waist again, slowly grinding her emerging dampness against my hardening member. I realise then that I’m still fully clothed.

Something about that seems right. Like I’m a voyeur, peeping into Hanna Maria’s most intimate moments, taking these illicit photographs for a fantastic wank some day in the future.

She seems to agree, taking my pants off just a fraction, just barely enough to free my cock, the clasp of my belt undone before I even know it.

“Stroke yourself off,” she says, returning back to the centre of the room, her fingers tracing the edges of her panties.

One hand on my cock, the other on my phone, I Snap a photo of her pulling down her panties and Snap another as she pauses before they’re fully off, revealing only her neatly trimmed bush, the little tease, my hand stroking my length more urgently, as if that would be the thing to make her take it off.

“You never put them up on exhibition, you know,” she says.

“Wha..?”

My inarticulate response has her laughing, pulling her panties back up, and I want to smack myself in frustration.

“Those photos of me that you took last time,” Hanna Maria says. “And the others, of the other women you supposedly slept with. I never got to see those.”

I’ve seen them. Committed them to memory, like I’ve memorised everything else in the files that Mr. Samuel gave me.

“I could never come up with a good title for the photo series,” I say. “And no matter how I tried to frame the narrative, it always felt gauche.”

“Who cares?” she says, sashaying towards me now. “Sex sells.”

She pulls off her panties in one smooth motion, stepping out of them and tossing them aside as if they were nothing.

Snap

I capture a still of the lingerie in the air, her nude form coming onto me.

“You’re hard,” she says, placing a soft finger on the head of my cock.

“And you’re wet,” I say, a finger of mine brushing up against her cunt.

“Sopping wet,” she agrees, and then she straddles me again.

I fall back in my chair, moaning in delight as she sinks down onto my shaft, the tight warmth of her pussy feeling like a long-forgotten memory. I’ve never fucked her before, but the way she squeezes her legs together like a vice as she rides me cowgirl, those quick yelps she lets out as she works my pole, the photos that I Snap of her fucking me…

It’s just like the detailed description that Mr. Samuel left for me.

She slams herself down on me, eager to have it rough, and I do what I can to enable her, rocking my hips with her, her cunt a well of satisfaction from which I draw pleasure after pleasure as she gyrates upon me.

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed this dick,” she groans.

“You’ll miss it again tomorrow,” I mutter, barely having the presence of mind to put my phone on Record as I set it against the back of my chair.

I grip her waist, stand up in one quick motion, and she yelps as I thrust into her, standing, fucking her, driving my cock deep into her.

For five seconds, it is glorious, she’s suspended in the air, a tunnel of warmth that I impale like a jackhammer, and then my knees buckle.

My arms burn in agony, my legs wobble like jelly, my whole body feels like it’s creaking in protest, joints screaming, and I barely have the strength to pivot her down onto the ground, she’s on all fours now, wiggling her ass at me, the world seeming red at the edges. Fuck the AMA, and fuck I’m weak.

“Fuck, I’m getting old,” I mutter aloud, instead.

“We all are,” Hanna Maria laughs. “But this is a fantasy that—oooOOhhhh….”

She lets out a long groan as I penetrate into her, hard, smacking her ass, bottoming out in a deep thrust, determined to make the best of the situation even if I’ll regret it like hell tomorrow.

My frantic thrusts are met by her frenetic groans, I barely have time to reach behind me and snatch my phone off armchair, Snap-ping another set of photos of her bucking into my cock, and she cums hard, her knees getting as wobbly as mine were just a minute ago, collapsing so that her tits press hard against the ground, her ass sticking high in the air, I pound away, wanting nothing more than to make her scream, and here it comes:

“Oh FUCK OH FUCK, CLAUDE, OH FUCK!”

“Fuck yes,” I groan, taking another Snap-shot. “I’m going to cum…”

“On my face,” she says, and she turns around, facing me, her bare tits exposed, expectant face looking up at me.

I Snap the money-shot as it erupts from my depths, painting her face, her tits, her body in streaks of white, her mouth making love to my cock as soon as the last spurt erupts, licking my cock clean, her dark beautiful face wrapped around my cock captured in my phone’s memory as I Snap a final photograph.

Life is, for a period of time, good.

Wow! 100 Chapters! Thanks to everyone who’s made it this far, your comments and feedback really do keep me motivated to write here.

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