Expensive Model

Name's Valen, i'm a foreigner but i lived in japan since i born. You might not guess from my name, but I'm half-Japanese, half-American. Standing at six-two, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, I often get stared at in the land of the rising sun. I've got a pretty laid-back attitude, except when it comes to my hobby—photography. There's something about capturing a moment that really gets my blood pumping.

I join with Photography Club at my highschool in Tokyo. Everytime goes well until this bitch show up, Rika, standing in five-five, with long black hair with aqua blue tips, blue innocent eyes. She's got these huge tits that could make a saint reconsider their vows. She's got a smug look on her face that says she's used to getting her way—until she met me.

That day was after first class, everybody was taking a break for 15 minutes so as me. I let myself laying down in the rooftop, enjoying this sunlight wash over me. It was a perfect break from the monotony of the classroom. But suddenly, my peace was interrupted by the sound of someone climbing the stairs. I open my eyes, expecting it to be one of my friends from the photography club.

But instead, there she was—Rika, the new transfer student with the killer figure and a look that could make any guy's heart race. She walked over to me, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. She had this mischievous smile playing on her lips, like she knew she had me in the palm of her hand.

"Hey, you're Valen, right?" she said, her voice as sweet as honey. "I've heard about the amazing pictures you take. Maybe you could help me with a little...project?"

"From every single person from that club, you chose me ?." I asked with a hint of skepticism, raising an eyebrow as I sat up to face her.

Rika giggled, a sound that was surprisingly charming coming from someone who had been nothing but a pain in my side since she joined the club. "Well, I've seen the way you look at me, Valen. And let's just say, I've had my eye on you too." She took a step closer, and I could feel the heat of her body. The smell of her perfume was faint, but intoxicating—like a mix of jasmine and vanilla.

"Yeah, so ?."

I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing. Rika leaned in closer, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, making it difficult to think straight. "I want to be your muse," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck. "Let's make some art together."

With devilish smirk, i swing around my arm around her before landed and grab her ass "Not so fast you dirty little slut." I whispered into her ear. "You want to be in my art, you have to pay the price."

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into my embrace. "What price do you want, Valen?" she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"Tell me, are you Masochist ?." while groping and squeezing her ass firmly, I whispered into her ear, feeling her breath hitch. "Because I'm going to make sure you scream in pleasure every time I take your picture."

Rika's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a shaky breath and leaned closer, her body practically begging for more. "I...I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice betraying the arousal I knew she felt. "But I'm willing to try."

"Now you're talking, You like being humiliated and harassed, right ?." while release her ass but now i grab and squeezing her breast. She let out a soft moan, her nipples hardening under my touch. "You want me to use your body like a toy?"

Rika's eyes were filled with a mix of desire and fear as she nodded, her breathing growing heavier. "Y-yes," she managed to murmur, her voice trembling slightly.

"Let's meet then, after school, in photographic club room, got it ?." while keep playing her breast, I gave her a devilish smile.

Her eyes never left mine, she nodded with a gasp, "Okay, I'll be there."

Before she can go, i hold back of her head before kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She moaned into the kiss, her body melting into mine. When we finally break apart, she was panting, her eyes glazed over with lust.

The bell rang, signaling the end of break, but we both ignored it. I reached down and slipped my hand under her skirt, feeling the warmth of her pussy through her drenched panties. She gasped, but didn't push me away. I smirked, knowing that she was just as turned on as I was.

"Now, go to class," I murmured, giving her ass a final squeeze before releasing her. "And think about how much you want to be my little plaything."

Rika looked at me with a mix of excitement and anticipation, then turned and sashayed back down the stairs, her hips swaying more than ever before. I couldn't wait for after school. The thought of her, begging for my touch, was driving me crazy.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day. I headed straight for the photography club room, my heart racing with every step. When I arrived, I found Rika already there, dressed in a skimpy outfit that barely contained her voluptuous figure. She had clearly come prepared for our little rendezvous.

As I locked the door behind me, she looked up, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "I've been waiting for you," she purred, walking over to me with a purposeful stride. Her breasts bounced with each step, drawing my eyes to them like magnets.

I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her roughly. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine as her hands roamed over my body, desperately seeking purchase. Her fingernails dug into my back, sending shivers down my spine.

Her skirt was easy to lift, revealing the bare skin of her thighs and the thin strip of fabric that covered her pussy. I slid my hand up, feeling the heat and wetness of her through the fabric. She was soaking wet, and she let out a guttural moan as my fingers found her clit.

I began to rub her in slow, deliberate circles, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Her breaths grew ragged, and she began to grind against my hand, eager for more. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around me.

Her legs began to tremble, and she leaned into me for support as I continued to pleasure her. She was so wet, so ready for me. I slid in a second finger, curling them just right to hit her G-spot. Her moans grew louder, and she bit down on her lip to stifle the noise.

With a final, **** whine, Rika came, her body shaking with the **** of her orgasm. I held her there, my fingers still working inside her, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. When she finally stilled, panting heavily, I pulled back to look at her flushed face.

"Ready for more?" I asked with a smirk, knowing full well she was hooked.

Her eyes snapped open, and she nodded eagerly. "Please, Valen," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "I want to be your muse. I want you to use me in every way you can think of."

Without another word, I began to unbuckle my pants, revealing my hard, throbbing cock. Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips hungrily. "Good," I said, "Because I have so many ideas for us."

I pulled her down to her knees, and she took me in her mouth without hesitation. Her warm, wet tongue danced along the length of my shaft, and I let out a groan of satisfaction.

Her mouth was heaven, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge with every bob of her head. She was a natural, sucking and licking with a passion that surprised even me. Her eyes never left mine as she worked me, the challenge in them unmistakable.

I knew she wanted to please me, wanted to be the best I'd ever had. And as she took me deeper, her eyes watering with the effort, I couldn't help but wonder what other hidden talents she had.

But for now, I was going to enjoy every second of her mouth on my cock. The way she moaned around me, the way her eyes rolled back when I hit just the right spot—it was all too much to resist.

I grabbed the back of her head, guiding her movements, pushing her to take more of me. She gagged, but didn't pull away, and I knew she was just as lost in the moment as I was.

Suddenly, the thought of her swallowing my cum, of marking her as mine in the most primal way, was too much to bear. "I'm going to cum," I warned, my voice gruff.

Rika's eyes widened, and she nodded, her cheeks hollowed as she took me even deeper. I could feel her throat constrict around me, and with a roar, I released my load into her mouth.

Her eyes watered, but she took it all, swallowing with a gulp that made my toes curl. I watched her, entranced by the sight of her taking me so eagerly. It was like watching a masterpiece being created right in front of me—beautiful, erotic, and utterly mine.

When I was spent, I pulled out of her mouth, and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. I couldn't believe how quickly she had gone from feisty new student to eager participant in my dark games. But then again, I had always had a way with women—especially those with a wild streak.

I reached down and helped her to her feet, then led her over to the photography set-up I had prepared. A simple backdrop, some props, and a camera that was just waiting to capture the moment.

"Strip," I commanded, my voice firm but not unkind. She obeyed without question, her hands trembling slightly as she unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts spilled out, full and round, the nipples already hard with desire. I couldn't wait to see them bounce and sway as I fucked her.

I positioned her in front of the camera, the light playing across her body, highlighting every curve and shadow. "You're going to be so perfect," I murmured, snapping a few test shots to make sure everything was in place.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip, her eyes flicking to the camera and back to me. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice still shaky from her recent orgasm.

"Just be yourself," I told her, "And let me capture it all."

With that, I began to strip her completely naked, taking my time to appreciate every inch of her. Her skin was so soft, her body so responsive to my touch. I couldn't wait to explore her further, to make her body sing for the camera—and for me.

I picked up my camera and started to shoot, my eyes never leaving her. Her chest heaved with every breath, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was a heady cocktail, and I was already addicted.

I began to instruct her, telling her to pose and move in ways that would showcase her body. She followed my every command, bending and twisting, arching her back, and sticking out her chest. Her skin was a canvas, and I was the artist, painting a picture of pure lust.

As I shot, I couldn't help but touch her—a gentle caress here, a firm squeeze there. She moaned with every snap of the shutter, her body begging for more.

The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the scent of sex thick in the air. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I knew it was only the beginning.

Finally, I set the camera aside, unable to resist the temptation of her any longer. I stepped closer, my cock already hard again. "Ready for the main event?" I whispered, my breath hot against her neck.

Rika nodded, her eyes locked on mine. "Yes," she breathed, "I'm yours."

And with that, I picked her up, laying her down on the cold, hard floor of the photography club room. She didn't protest, didn't even flinch. Instead, she spread her legs eagerly, inviting me to take her.

I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock nudging against her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for me. I didn't bother with foreplay—we had already crossed that line. I pushed in, feeling her tightness surround me.

Her nails dug into my back as I began to move, my hips driving into hers with a rhythm that was almost painfully slow. She whimpered, her body arching to meet me, begging for more. And I gave it to her, every inch of my cock claiming her, making her mine.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and I leaned down to take one in my mouth, sucking and biting her nipple as I fucked her. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath me.

I reached down and began to play with her clit, the perfect accompaniment to the deep, hard thrusts that were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening wail as she came, her body convulsing around me. I held her down, not letting up, savoring the way her pussy clenched around my cock with each spasm.

But I wasn't done with her yet. I flipped her over, her plump ass in the air, and slammed into her from behind. She cried out, the sound muffled by the floor as she buried her face in her hands. I reached around, grabbing her breasts, and used them to steady her as I pounded into her.

Her pussy was tight, so tight, and so wet. It was like fucking a dream—hot, wet, and all mine. I could feel my balls slapping against her, the sound echoing in the empty room. I knew she was close again, her body shaking with every thrust.

"Cum for me, Rika," I growled, my voice low and animalistic. "Show me how much you love it."

Her response was a **** whine, her body shaking as she pushed back against me. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and with a roar, I reached my own climax, filling her up with my seed. We both collapsed onto the floor, our bodies sticky with sweat and desire.

For a moment, we lay there, panting and trying to catch our breath. Then, with a wicked smile, I reached for my camera again. "Don't move," I ordered, snapping a few shots of her sprawled out, her legs still spread. The image of her, thoroughly used and satisfied, was one I wanted to remember forever.

Rika's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched me take the photos. She was already hooked, eager to see how I would use her body for my art. And as I captured each image, I could feel our bond growing stronger, a silent agreement that this was just the start of something incredible.

Days turned into weeks, and our after-school sessions grew more intense with each passing day. We pushed boundaries, explored every inch of each other's bodies, and discovered new heights of pleasure. The photos we created were raw and erotic, a visual diary of our illicit affair.

Rika grew bolder with each encounter, craving the pain that only I could give her. Her masochistic tendencies were a perfect match for my own desires, and I found myself eagerly planning each session, thinking of new ways to make her scream my name.

One day, as we lay entangled in the mess of our passion, she whispered something that made my heart stop. "I want to have your baby," she said, her voice filled with longing. The thought of my seed growing inside her, claiming her body in the most primal way, was intoxicating.

I looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all I saw was a fierce determination. "You're sure?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," she replied, nodding firmly. "I want to carry a piece of you with me, always."

We decided to take things to the next level. Unprotected, I filled her with my cum, marking her as mine in the most intimate way possible. Each time I came inside her, I imagined a part of me growing within her, creating a bond that nothing could break.

Weeks later, she confirmed her pregnancy, and the reality of our actions set in. The photography club had become our personal playground, our love nest, where we could act out our darkest fantasies without judgment.

But now, we had to deal with the consequences. The thought of Rika swollen with my child, her body changing to accommodate our love, was both terrifying and exhilarating. We knew that keeping our secret would be difficult, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist.

We continued our sessions, her belly growing with each passing week. The sight of her pregnant form only made me want her more, and I took photos of her at every stage, capturing the transformation of her body as our love grew.

The day she finally went into labor, I was there, holding her hand, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she pushed our baby into the world. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a culmination of our depraved love affair.

And when our child was born, I knew that nothing could ever come between us. We had created life together, a living, breathing testament to the power of our desires. We were bound by more than just lust now—we were bound by love, by family, and by the secret we shared.

The photography club was no longer just a place for us to indulge our kinks; it was the birthplace of our love, the place where we had claimed each other completely. And as we held our baby in our arms, surrounded by the evidence of our transgressions, we knew that our bond was unbreakable.