A photo shoot

Not too long after I left the reporter and cameraman, I heard shouting coming from somewhere. Looking around, I saw this sort of side entrance attached to the Avendyre, but there was no door, and it necessarily lead to anywhere sheltered, it looked like an entrance to something akin to an outdoor café, I really had no clue what it could be since there were walls of shrubbery blocking me from seeing what could be beyond there in the current position I was at, but I went there anyways. The doorless entrance which had been decorated with pretty flowers was roped off and there was a big guy in a suit standing by it, most likely to keep certain people from entering. "Good day to you. Don't mind me, just gonna see what's going on in here." I said to the stationed guy as I calmly brought my foot over the rope, planted it on the ground, and brought my other leg over it, successfully making it past security. Entering in, there was nothing really special, just tables and chairs. If anything, the ground was now not of typical concrete, but of individual and symmetrical stones. What was getting my attention were the loud clicking sounds I was hearing and the fact that there were frequent bright lights staining the shrub wall in front of me. Nearing a corner, I turned it and saw that there was a photo shoot taking place. There were three guys with only one of them having a camera and moving around to take shots at various angles of the two female models that were following whatever directions the guy barked at them.

The model closest to me was a 5'9 Middle-Eastern woman that had light brown skin and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her raven hair flowed down to her shoulder blades in a wavy pattern as if she had just got it done at a salon, and her aggressive green eyes were nice to look at even when I was looking at them from an angle, also pairing well with the matte red lipstick she had on her lips. She had on an emerald green maxi dress which was long and flowy as demonstrated by how she gripped the fabric of it and whipped it around for flare. The other model was a 5'9 White woman that looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her bone-straight black hair reached down to the middle of her back, and she had pale blue bedroom eyes that made the serious expression she had on look even more serious. She was wearing a loose light blue tube maxi dress which let me see the slim figure that must serve as a reason for her being in this occupation.

I walked up to the models and went behind them, putting myself in the middle of them like I had just shown up late to the shoot and didn't know how to incorporate myself.

"MHM! OKAY! YES! ACCENTUATE, ACCENTUATE! THAT'S WHAT I WANNA SEE! MHM! STRAIGHTEN..." the photographer kept shouting at the two like I wasn't here totally ruining the pictures.

"ALRIGHT! NOW TOSS, TOSS!" he said, getting the Middle-Eastern model to flare her dress.

"Okay, we're done here! Let's get going to the next spot!" the photographer said and started move with the two other guys following his lead.

The models followed behind the men, and I followed behind the models. Taking a step, I felt something soft under my shoe and looked down to see that it was the end of the Middle-Eastern model's dress which draped onto the ground. I looked up to see that she was still going on her way with the others, almost as if I wanted or expected her to notice that her dress had been caught on something. It was at that point that an idea popped into my head, an idea that I immediately acted on as I stomped my other foot down on a significant part of her dress that was also laying on the ground, while also putting lots of pressure on the fabric. With anticipation, I looked up from my foot to the model, only to have the anticipation barely get built up as I saw her maxi dress get gradually torn off from her body. "Holy shit!" I said as I was enthused to see the model unknowingly experience a wardrobe malfunction. With her dress out of the way, I could now see the slim and decently curved body she had, along with the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, as made clear by the complete lack of anything on her upper body. I started following the group to their next destination, staring at the moderate, yet very well-shaped butt of the model whose outfit had been compromised, now only consisting of a white thong and a pair of black 3-inch heels.

"Okay, we're here! Get ready ladies, get ready. Don't let that short transition ruin your glamour." the photographer said to the models who were taking their places in front of a shrub with a different array of flowers.

With the Middle-Eastern model's back no longer facing me, I could see from her profile view that she had a solid pair of bolt-ons stuck on her chest; this conclusion being made from how her tits had no sag to them and did not move at all. The guy in charge of the shoot started again with his energetic pep talk and orders, making the two get back to work. I stood close diagonally in front of the model I had cleverly undressed, ogling her big and perfectly round 32DDs that had small brown nipples on them. As unrefined and typical it is for me to think, she definitely looks better this way, having practically no clothes on to mask her beauty. But now that I bring up beauty due to seeing her like this, is it really okay for me to think of this as more beautiful in terms of modeling when she's had her breasts augmented? I kinda feel weird now that I'm thinking about this, but what-the-fuck-ever. Modeling is flawed, and I've got better things to do.

"Yes, yes, yes! I like it! But make me LOVE it! Come on and let me see more of you girls' creativity! Let that inner creativity COME OUT!" the photographer says with much passion.

Seeing that he wants more, I figure that I should make myself useful and help out in this shoot. I go behind the exposed model that's striking a pose with a hand placed on her hip that's cocked to the side and bring my arms around her torso to her front and plant my hands on her implants. It wasn't really creativity - just me grabbing her firm boobs, but it's not like I was gettin' paid or receiving anything extra for putting in significant effort. I made a stupidly pretentious face at the photographer while I squeezed the fake breasts that I had in my grasp, just to really sell the whole thing. For my next pose, I snaked one hand up her smooth body, going past her collarbone, then her neck, up her chin, and finally stuck my four fingers inside her mouth; my other hand snaked down her flat stomach into her underwear where I felt only waxed goodness as I started playing with the fold of her vagina. I shot another stupid-ass look at the crouched photographer while I lathered my fingers in the model's saliva and her slowly accumulating vaginal fluid. The next pose I came up with involved me pulling her thong down and sandwiching my meat in between her pussy lips, then bending her a few degrees forward to have her back function as a rest for my elbow as I set it down on her and rested my chin atop my fist as if I was getting my philosophy on. The face came naturally for me as I automatically furrowed my eyebrows to look as if I was deep in thought.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! MAKE ME LOVE IT MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT! SHOW IT OFF! SHOW ME MORE!" the photographer demanded.

"You want more? *sucks teeth* I gotchu!"

Wanting to meet his demands, I stop posing with the Middle-Eastern model and stand in front of the White model who's giving a profile view to the photographer while being in a stance that has her leaning back a little with her chest sticking out. As per what he wanted, I grip the sides of her tube dress and tug it down, baring her full and very perky 34C breasts that come quickly bouncing out upon reveal. "Is THIS the 'more' you wanted?" I ask him while making the model face front to have her boobs be better seen by him, especially her pink and smooth-looking nipples. Not caring about what he's going to say next, I proceed with taking the rest of her dress off until she's in nothing but her black lace panties and 3-inch heels. Keeping up the theme of being a model, I pinch both her nipples between my index and thumb and pull them, causing them to stretch outward. I look at the guy with a surprised look on my face because that's the face that I just so happened to make when I looked. After doing that, I turned her around 180° and let him take some pictures of her small butt before pulling her underwear down to have its bareness be captured. I bent her forward to make her ass stick out and have her pussy be more visible. Getting down on one knee, I put my face very close to her ass, and stuck my two fingers inside her vagina, causing it to squelch upon entry. I made a contorted face of disgust at the camera as such a disgusting sound warranted a disgusted reaction, even though the sound didn't disgust me at all.

"YOU TWO ARE DOING FABULOUS! KEEP GIVING ME MORE!" the photographer expressed his appreciation for what they were doing... or at least what I was doing, I guess.

Hearing him say "YOU TWO..." made me remember that the Middle-Eastern model was still here... and naked. Not wanting to exclude her from my fun, I decided that it would be interesting to have them both pose with each other in more intimate ways. I pulled the White model up by her shoulder to have her stand up straight, and also did the same with her colleague who was still in that "elbow rest" position I put her in. I turned their bodies to have them face each other and then pushed them towards each other up until the point where there nipples were about to come into contact. It was really worth looking at how the two's breasts contrasted with each other's, the difference between natural and fake. How there was a more sudden top slope to the unaltered ones as opposed to the augmented ones that had a more steady slope at the top before curving down, the falsely attained spherical likeness of the bolt-ons that clashed with the genuine shape of the softly round ones, and obviously how notably high the DDs on the Middle-Eastern model's chest sat whereas the White model's perky C-cups had believable sag to them.

Enough with looking at the differences, I bring the two's bodies together and have their unclothed chests press against one another's and nestle my head between the divide right above their cleavages. I give the camera a big, happy smile, moving my eyeballs back and forth between the boobs that are right under my chin as if I am delightfully surprised at what is taking place. I pull my head out from between the two ladies and push the White model down into sort of a standing squat so that her face is directly in front of her colleague's big ol' pair of boobs, and then push her face in them. I look at the camera with my eyes widened and mouth agape to convey surprise at how a woman's tits are being statically motorboated in public. Realizing that with a little change, this could be looked at differently, I grab the Middle-Eastern model's wrists and bring them up to place her hands on the sides of her colleague's head. Adding this into the mix, the scene now looked like a woman was smothering another woman with her enhanced titties; a big role reversal in who was the aggressor. Noticing how the White model's butt was sticking out due to the position I put her in, I went behind her, grabbed the sides of her slim torso, and crammed my cock all the way inside her warm vagina which felt like there was little room for my cock to breathe in. I didn't care to have sex with her, I just wanted to add on to what I made, and with how my cock felt being inside her, I had come up with the proper expression to make in this situation. I hunched over, closed my eyes shut very tightly, and opened my mouth up wide to exaggerate how good the pussy felt. I couldn't keep the face on for that long as I kept envisioning how silly I looked and would chuckle the face away.

Seeing how I couldn't go on any longer with this particular pose, I pulled out of the model's tightness and started plotting my next move with them. Feeling like they weren't being dynamic enough, I came up with something good to remedy that. I grabbed the White model by her arms and brought her out of her colleague's 32DD breasts in which her head was being held captive in. Carefully, I set her down on the ground, laying her down onto her back on the stone floor, and then lifting her legs high up into the air where I then parted them from each other into a V and brought her hands up to have them grab onto her raised ankles. Moving on to the other model whose hands were still up in the air the same way I had put them, making it look like she was framing her big tits, I brought her over to her colleague, squeezing hard on her implants in the process of me moving her. I had her stand over her with her legs bent and on either side of her, and then made her hands push her DD boobs together.

With some quick adjustments to their heads to have them look at the camera, the models were now posing like an actual pornstar duo: with the decently curvy Middle-Eastern model pressing her fake titties together as if she desired to have a cock between them, while also teabagging her cohort whose 34C breasts had sunk into her chest as she was on the ground with her spread legs up in the air, presenting her slit and ass hole to the camera. Giving the Middle-Eastern model's pussy a few quick rubs and tapping it rapidly, I stepped away from them and stood by the men where I then framed my chin with my index finger and thumb. I nodded my head at what was probably the most artistic thing I've ever done and decided that this was where I would leave it at. "Alright. Y'all have a good day." I said to the once tasteful photo shoot group that had just been turned into a pornographic photo session as I walked away.