Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Caitlyn tries her hand at modeling with a professional photographer. Romance? Check. Consensual? Check. Erotic, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Incest, Group Sex? Check Check Check Check and Check! A wild, lusty adventure that *checks* all the boxes, mixing teens with non-teens in every conceivable sexual tryst you could imagine!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest BDSM Group Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
After recovering, I took a long hot shower and felt wonderfully refreshed. I loved the scene and wouldn’t want to change a thing, and I was glowing from head to toe. Radiating from being well fucked and well-used. I had found I climaxed harder with being restrained. In contrast, the feeling was so serene now. Am I following the same path as my mother? I wondered. It looked like I was. Now I can understand why she likes it so much.
Arty took me out for a quick lunch and said he would run me home. He told me he had a lot of editing work to do before sending today’s shoot to his client. He also said no one, other than the client and myself, would see any of the photos, and once the client was happy, the reward for my day’s effort of eleven hundred dollars would be in my account in about two weeks. After lunch and while driving home. Arty hesitantly asked, “Did you enjoy yourself today, Caitlyn?”
“What do you think?”
“You’re a natural kid. For someone working on such a big assignment for the first time, you were an absolute star. You’re a knockout, Caitlyn, a real knockout. I wish I was twenty-five years younger so I could date you.”
“Thanks, Arty. I fucking loved it, and I reckon you did pretty good for an old bloke, and I like you, and yes, if you were twenty-five years younger, you may have stood a chance.”
“Hey, you young whippersnapper, less of the old bloke. I wore you out today. Haha.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one, but why did you stop the cameras before fucking me?”
“What do you think?”
“I have my thoughts. But I would like to hear yours.”
“The fucking was for me, well, er ... us. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on the beach. But I’m not the man that whatsis name thinks I am. I didn’t pick you up at the beach just because I wanted sex with you. No, on that day, I saw potential, maybe the next top Australian model to make it onto the international circuit, and I believed you were enjoying the day, so I pushed you further by having sex with you. After we had finished, you didn’t yell and scream or slap my face, and now you said you had a good time, and that meant a lot to me. I did it for me, and hopefully for you, if I read you correctly from yesterday.”
“Thanks, Arty. You read me correctly, and I was secretly hoping you would screw me again, and you did. I loved it, and in a special way, I love you. Not like romantically. I, er ... don’t know. Maybe it’s not love, but something close to it. You mean a lot to me, and maybe it’s because I can see you want your models to do well. And I can see that you do look after them. Well, that’s the feeling I get when I’m around you. And look how popular you’ve been with all your models. You’ve got to fuck all of them on your casting couch. Now that is special. Again, I’m so glad you found me, and even if I don’t make it to the top, I’ve enjoyed these few weeks. But I hope more advertising agencies like my profile.”