You got nothing to hide!

You take a deep breath.

“I’ll definitely have a serious talk with that creep of an agent, but alright, I'm a professional now, I’m not going to bust this shoot. I'll do it!”

You drop your clothes and walk over to the other two women who happily hug you, pressing the strong black and the petite pale body against you.

“So glad you said yes. It’s gonna be a lot more fun with you. Lexi?”

The petite ginger beams at you. You pat her head – you found out she likes that yesterday.

“Thanks, little one.”

“Nah.”

The black girl hugs you from behind, cupping your firm tits making you moan already.

“I knew she wouldn’t scram. You had way too much fun showing off your hot little body than to miss the chance just because you have to get naked for it, am I right, Lexi?”

You can just nod at the black woman firmly pinching your nipples.

“Ladies… don’t fire off all you guns before the shoot starts. Let me take some pictures if you’re going to touch each other?”

Your eyes widen.

“Touch? But – we are just doing nudes, right? R rated, not X!”

“Sure, sure…”

He snickers.

“Don’t worry, hon, the website we’re shooting for only want soft-core. So even if we have some extra fun to – warm up the mood, it won’t show up in the final photos!”

Blacky chuckles while putting a hand between your legs at the mention of extra fun and you moan.

“O… Okay… as long as nobody get to see it!”

The girls chuckle and at a nod from her friend, ginger goes down her knees and buries her head between your legs. You sigh as she kisses your clit and have to lean against the black model when your knees weaken. The photographer's camera clicks. You doubt he can use any of these officially, so they're probably for himself.

“Easy, girls, I think you warmed her up enough. She has a nice pre-orgasmic glow now, let's not ruin that by messy premature cumming. Yet. Later as a reward. Maybe.”

You’re to caught up in this all to object – the fact that this man is so openly talking about your orgasms or lack thereof and in fact just more or less forbid you to have one… kinda turns you on. What a slut for men with authority you've become in your time as a woman.

“Now - on your positions. R-rated, if you please!”

You sit down on a fake tree trunk, legs akimbo.

“Blondie, I love seeing your pussy, but what part of R-rated did your horny little cunt not understand?”

“Sorry…”

You cross your legs and try to find a sexy and artistic position.

“**** of habit, huh?”

The black model chuckles as you blush and she stands beside you. Ginger crouches next to you on the floor – you lean your head against the voluptuous black tits, and the red shock of hairs bed down on your lap. It’s the hierarchy and power dynamics you established yesterday in one symbolic image and you smile as you think out how easy you thee found back to it. You all shift positions a lot obviously during the shoot, but for your starting point you naturally come to this. The black girl on op the ginger pale white girl on the bottom and you in the middle alternating between worshipping the woman above and patronizing the one below yo.

“How far exactly is ‘r-rated’ anyway? If this is for naturists, is it the type of asexual "just doing it to be healthy in nature" nudity or what?”

You ask curiously.

“Not quite. More the “If anyone finds this, I bought it because I live a healthy life but really I wanna wank and don't dare to go hardcore.”

“Get it.”

And you do. When you were a teen – a male, teen of course - you could buy this type of magazine with Playboy and Penthouse. Under the counter in some places, openly in others, but always with an excuse as to why you’re not a perv, really. You're surprised this type of alibi nature lifestyle smut still exists when you can get ALL kinds of nudity online. Probably more it’s bout nostalgia.

You close your eyes, throw your hair back, push your tits out and open your legs as much as possible without letting the camera see into your inner self.

“You DO get it.”

He smiles.

Now that you do, the shoot goes smoothly, you hug your fellow models – playfully, not seductive. You kiss them in the cheeks, not on the mouths, as tempting as their mouths are. You push out your ass to the camera as much as possible without sowing lips from behind, You play-act friendly wrestling that almost, but not quite has similarities to pining your partner down for a beginning lesbian fuck. (Of course you pin down Ginger and get pinned down by Blackie. As it would happen if you actually fight, you have no doubt.)

You give the photographer a lot to shoot, all quite harmless – fun and games. As it always is until someone losses their temper.

Eventually the black model turns a friendly hug from behind with a gentle kiss on the back of your neck into a form grip, putting one hand between your legs and beginning to rub your already exited clit in earnest. The friendly neck kiss becomes frantic licking and smooching – that might leave a hickey or two…

You're not sure if she caught some signal form the photographer you missed, just know his timing of if he accepts her decision that the session is over – he nods.

“OK, I guess I have enough, you may take a break, ladies!”

You expect him to put away his camera. But he doesn’t. For a spilt second you wonder if he keeps the photos he takes from now on for himself or makes some money on the side with some more smutty stuff. And though you know you SHOULD wonder – they're pictures of you fucking, after all – you can’t focus on that thought, as Ginger joins in, kneels between your legs and stars licking the clit the black model has rubbed big. Their pampering of you didn't last long - you’re the new girl, they may have thought you needed some coaxing, but the hierarchy is set. The black model is the boss and she comes first, naturally, you kneel beside your ginger friend ad the ebony woman lays own and spreads her legs to you two. First you try to join her caressing the pink lips and clit between the brown thighs, but then the black woman pulls you up and starts kissing you passionately.

“I’m not just my pussy, Lexi!”

You nod, follow her lead and begin licking her nipples, which stand up brown and hard and ready for you. If doesn't take you two long to bring your mistress to orgasm – you’d like to take 50% of this on yourself, but Ginger was such an eager licker - and has much more experience with the black mistress – she probably did the lion's share. The focus shifts to you, the two other women eagerly stroking and licking your whole body, all the place you you and those you wouldn't t have thought of since you're a woman. The white girl hungrily licks your feet – expertly, it doesn't tickle one bit and then licks way up your legs to start kissing your tiny little asshole. You squeal in surprise, but quickly begin to sigh and moan as her tongue caress you. Feels so very nice! Meanwhile the black woman kisses your mouth passionately, never breaking contact while her hand touches your clit, strokes you, rubs, you, and their shared efforts get you over the edge eventually.

Turning your focus and that of the ebony mistress to the bottom girl in your trio. Blackie roughly grabs her wrists, shoves her to the floor on her belly and begins to penetrate her sweet juicy pussy with two fingers then, thee then four and eventually her whole hand. You want to caress her too, but on the mistress's orders spread your legs for the little ginger sexpot.

“She enjoys serving more than being served. Trust me!”

You accept and let her lick your pussy - you can't deny the little bottom is getting into it greedily and hungrily and seems to enjoy it immensely. So you get the benefit of another orgasm just before the bottom girl moans into your pussy, and cums, almost gagging on your squirted juices from the black hand deep inside her womb.

As you three lie exhausted in the faux forest, the photographer puts was his camera. You still don't remember to ask him about the pictures.

“Does this happen after EVERY modelling gig?” you ask our of breath.

The tow others giggle.

“Not EVERY one, obviously. You do need to work with model who really get along well.”

The black woman you’re leaning against chuckles.

“But still – quite a lot."

The ginger smiles.

“Beautiful people, sexy atmosphere, lots and lots of nudity. Can't blame us for fucking like bunnies, can ya?"

“I guess so”

You nod.

"I think I like this job even more than I thought”

You tree share a good laugh, get up and get dressed. Kiss goodbye – passionately and lovingly – and, looking froward to your next job together – go separate ways.