Shadows of Temptation

Anna stood in the center of Mark’s studio, the soft light casting gentle shadows across her body. The black dress hugged her figure, its deep back cutout exposing her skin, and she felt both **** and exhilarated. Her first few poses were awkward—her arms stiff, her movements hesitant. She wasn’t used to being in front of a camera, and Mark’s gaze made her hyper-aware of every inch of her body.

“You’re doing great, Anna,” Mark encouraged, his voice warm and reassuring as he adjusted the camera. “Just relax your shoulders a bit. Tilt your head to the left—yes, like that. Perfect.”

Anna tried to follow his instructions, but her movements felt clumsy. She shifted her weight to one leg, her hands fidgeting with the dress. Mark stepped out from behind the camera, his presence filling the room as he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm but gentle, guiding her into a better position.

“Let’s try this,” he said, his fingers lingering on her shoulder a moment longer than necessary before sliding down to adjust the hem of her dress. His touch was casual, but Anna felt a jolt of heat where his fingers brushed her skin. “Lift your chin a little, and look over your shoulder at me. That’s it—gorgeous.

”Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she obeyed, her green eyes meeting his. Mark placed his hands on her waist, slightly adjusting her hips, and Anna’s breath hitched. His touches were growing bolder, more confident, and though they remained innocent, there was an undercurrent of something more in them. He’s just helping me pose. It’s professional… right? But why does it feel so… intense? Anna thought, her heart racing.

Mark stepped back, snapping a few shots, his camera clicking softly. “See? You’re a natural model, Anna. Just let go a little. Feel the moment.” His voice was low, almost hypnotic, and Anna found herself relaxing under his guidance, her poses becoming more fluid with each click.

But the session was interrupted by the sharp ring of Mark’s phone. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting to mild annoyance, and held up a finger to Anna. “One sec, I need to take this."

Anna nodded, stepping back and smoothing her dress as Mark answered the call. He spoke in a low voice, pacing near the window, his tone professional but clipped. “Yeah, she’s on her way? Good. Tell her I’m ready… No, I’ve got an assistant here. We’ll see.” He hung up and turned to Anna, his smile returning, though there was a new glint in his eyes.

“That was about a shoot,” he said, walking back to her. “A girl’s coming in soon—Rachel. She’s a pro in this business, been doing it for a while. She’s got a session booked, and I thought… if you’re up for it, you could stay and watch. Maybe even help out a bit. I can introduce you as my assistant. It’d be a good chance to see how a professional model works. What do you think?"

Anna hesitated, her mind racing. Stay? Watch another shoot? That sounds… safe. I’d just be observing, learning. But what if it gets… too much? I should leave. But… I’m curious. And Mark’s been nice. Maybe it’ll be fine. She bit her lip, then nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll stay."

Mark’s smile widened. “Great. You’ll like Rachel. She’s a pro—and a real sex bomb.”A few minutes later, the door opened, and Rachel walked in. She was stunning—a confident blonde with long, wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful mischief, and her body was a perfect hourglass, accentuated by a tight leather jacket and jeans that hugged her curves. She carried a small bag, presumably filled with outfits, and her presence immediately filled the room with an electric energy.

“Hey, Mark,” Rachel purred, her voice smooth as honey. She glanced at Anna, her lips curling into a friendly smile. “And who’s this?”

“Rachel, meet Anna,” Mark said, gesturing between them. “She’s helping me out today. Anna, this is Rachel—she’s one of the best in the game."

Rachel extended a hand, her grip firm but warm. “Nice to meet you, Anna. First time in a studio?”Anna nodded, feeling a little intimidated by Rachel’s confidence. “Yeah, I’m… new to all this.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it,” Rachel said with a wink. “Mark’s a good teacher. And… well, let’s just say he’s got plenty to work with, if you know what I mean.” Her eyes flicked to Mark’s crotch, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, and Anna caught the hint of something more in her tone. She’s seen him… seen his… Oh God, what does that mean? When? How? Anna’s curiosity spiked, but she pushed the thought aside, her cheeks heating.

Rachel wasted no time, setting her bag down and pulling out a few sets of lingerie. She didn’t bother going behind the screen, stripping off her jacket and jeans right there in the studio. Anna’s eyes widened as Rachel stood in just her underwear, completely unbothered, her toned body on full display. She caught Anna’s expression and laughed lightly.

“No point in hiding,” Rachel said, slipping into a red lace set. “It’s faster this way, and honestly, Mark’s seen it all before. Right, Mark?"

Mark chuckled, adjusting the lighting. “Guilty as charged. Let’s just say Rachel and I have worked together enough to be… comfortable."

Anna swallowed hard, her mind spinning with the implications. They’ve worked together a lot. Or more? God… But she’s so confident. I wish I could be like that.

Rachel began posing, her movements fluid and effortless. She knew exactly how to angle her body, how to tilt her head, how to let the light catch the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Mark directed her with ease, the two of them falling into a rhythm as Anna watched from the sidelines, mesmerized by Rachel’s skill. Rachel changed outfits twice—first into a black satin set, then into a sheer white one—each time stripping and redressing in front of them without a hint of shame.

As the shoot wrapped up, Rachel leaned in and whispered something to Mark, her lips brushing his ear. Mark’s eyes narrowed, a slow grin spreading across his face as he nodded. He turned to Anna, his expression unreadable, while Rachel adjusted her bra, her demeanor shifting to something more serious.

“Anna,” Mark began, his tone careful but firm, “Rachel just got a special request from one of her Onlygram subscribers. They’ve ordered some private shots—pretty explicit ones. Handjob, footjob, blowjob, the works. Rachel’s agreed to do it for the price they offered, and I’m willing to help her out… as the male model. But we could use your help during the shoot.

”Rachel chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. “It’s no big deal, really. I’ve done this before, and Mark… well, let’s just say he’s got the goods for it.” She smirked, her eyes flicking to Mark’s crotch with a knowing look. “It’s a good gig, Anna. And you’d just be helping with the camera, getting different angles. Nothing more."

Anna’s heart pounded, her mind reeling. What? They want me to… film them doing… that? This is insane. I should leave. I need to leave right now. But… they’re so casual about it. And the money… We need it. But Tim… what would he say? She opened her mouth to protest, but Mark cut in, sensing her hesitation.

“Look, Anna, I know it seems like a lot,” he said, his voice steady. “But you’d get 25% of the earnings from this shoot. It’s good money for an hour’s work. And you’re just assisting—nothing more. What do you say?”

Rachel stepped closer, her smile warm but encouraging. “Come on, Anna. It’s just business. You’ll see how easy it is. And honestly, with a cock like Mark’s, it’s not exactly a chore to work with.” She winked, and Anna’s cheeks burned at the implication.

After a long moment of internal struggle, Anna nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Okay… I’ll help.”

Mark grinned, clapping his hands together. “Perfect. Let’s set up.”

Rachel stripped down to nothing, her confidence unshaken, while Mark undressed as well, revealing a toned and muscular body. When he dropped his pants, Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Mark’s cock was… impressive. Long, thick, cleanly shaved, with a slight curve and a smooth, veined surface that made it look almost sculpted. Anna couldn’t tear her eyes away, her thoughts spiraling. Oh my God. It’s… gorgeous. No wonder Rachel was so casual about it. I shouldn’t be staring, but… I can’t help it. This is so wrong.

Rachel knelt in front of Mark, her hands wrapping around his cock with practiced ease. She stroked him slowly at first, her fingers gliding over his length, coaxing him to full hardness. Mark let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as Rachel worked him, her movements confident and teasing. Anna held the camera, her hands trembling as she followed Mark’s instructions to capture different angles—close-ups of Rachel’s hands, shots from the side, a wider view of the scene.

Next came the footjob. Rachel sat on the floor, her legs extended, and used her bare feet to stroke Mark’s cock, her toes curling around his shaft with surprising skill. Mark’s breathing grew heavier, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support as Rachel teased him, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. Anna zoomed in, her own breathing uneven as she watched, a heat building between her thighs that she tried to ignore. This is… so hot. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I’m just filming. But… God, they’re both so into it. I can’t look away.

Finally, Rachel moved on to the blowjob. She took Mark into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his cock as she looked up at the camera, her gaze sultry. But Anna frowned, adjusting the angle. It didn’t look right—Rachel was too still, too posed. It felt… staged.

“Mark, can you… move a little?” Anna said, her voice shaky but firm. “It looks too static. Maybe… thrust a bit?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, but he nodded. “Sure thing, assistant.”

Rachel pulled back for a moment, grinning at Anna. “Good call.” She took Mark back into her mouth, and this time, Mark began to move, his hips rocking slowly at first, then faster. He fucked her mouth with steady, controlled thrusts, his cock sliding in and out as Rachel moaned around him, her hands gripping his thighs. The sound of her muffled gasps filled the room, and Anna’s hands shook as she filmed, her body buzzing with a mix of shame and arousal. This is… insane. I’m filming him… fucking her mouth. And I told him to do it. What am I doing? But it looks… so good. I’m so turned on, and I hate that I am.

The tension in the room was palpable, all three of them caught in the heat of the moment. Anna leaned in closer with the camera, trying to capture more details—the way Mark’s cock, slick with Rachel’s saliva, disappeared into her mouth and reemerged, the simple rhythm of their movements, the moans of the “models.” The entire situation was driving Anna wild with arousal. Mark’s thrusts grew faster, his groans louder, and Rachel took him deeper, her eyes watering but her expression eager. Anna captured it all—close-ups of Rachel’s lips stretched around Mark’s cock, shots of Mark’s face as he lost himself in pleasure, wide angles of their bodies moving together.

Finally, Mark’s body tensed, his hands gripping Rachel’s hair as he came with a low, guttural moan. His cock pulsed, spilling into her mouth, and Rachel pulled back slightly, letting some of his cum drip down her chin for the camera. She looked up at Mark, then at Anna, her smile triumphant as she licked her lips.

Instinctively, Anna’s tongue mirrored the motion—she licked her own lips. Rachel noticed and gave her a playful wink. Anna lowered the camera, her hands trembling, her body burning with a mix of guilt, arousal, and confusion. I can’t believe I just did that. I filmed… everything. And I… I wanted to see more. What’s wrong with me? Tim… what will he think? But I can’t stop thinking about how hot that was.

Mark caught his breath, pulling up his pants as Rachel stood, still naked and unbothered. “Good work, Anna,” he said, his voice rough but approving. “You’ve got a knack for this.”

Rachel nodded, grabbing a towel to clean up. “She’s right, you did great. Stick around—you might just have a future in this.”

Anna **** a smile, but her mind was a storm. A future in this? No… I can’t. But… the money. And the way it felt… I don’t know what to do.

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