Photography

You tell her to keep posing and go to your credenza to get your camera, a Canon DSLR. When she sees it in your hand, Meghan stops posing and covers her breasts with one arm, her pussy with the other hand, blushing furiously.

"You can't take pictures of me, Sir! It's not decent!" she squeaks with outrage.

"Really? Let's go ask your grandfather about it," you say, smiling coldly at her immediate expression of dismay. "Didn't think so. Let's get back to your posing, girl"

Cowed, she starts of hesitant and sullen but soon reacts to the clicking of the shutter and your encouragement, posing for you in an increasingly provocative way. At first you restrain your directions to sultry fashion model stuff, then gradually work towards open pornographic display. After ten minutes she has no trouble following directions to spread her pussy lips and thrust her fingers in. In fact she does it eagerly, pouting at the camera with wanton abandon.

You can see she's excited by the attention of the camera and her own exhibitionism. Your cock is stiffening at her performance, and you tell her to get on her hands and knees on your couch and rub her pussy. She does it without hesitation, closing her eyes with pleasure, and you step nearer, unzipping our pants and turning the camera to video.

When you press your cock against her parted lips she opens her eyes in shock, but then smiles at you, licking and kissing the tip, then slowly swallowing it while you get a close up with the camera. She eagerly sucks you, slurping and gobbling at your meat, saliva dribbling from her chin. She strokes your shaft with one hand, squeezing you, her wanton eyes staring up at you as she devours your throbbing meat.

The sight of her face being fucked by your cock is almost as erotic as the sensations of her tight wet suckmouth and exploring tongue. You grab her hair and hold her to you, pumping your cock into her as your start to come. You spray the first gouts of spunk into her mouth, then pull out and splash the last of it across her face, groaning with the joy of your release.

You step back, catching her breath the camera still running. She sits, wiping your come off her cheeks, gasping for breath.

"Did I do well Sir? Was I a good girl?" her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, her come stained face seeking your approval.

"You did well enough this time, wench. Now clean yourself up and get back to work."