Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
“Anything for you, kid. Anything at all.”
Arty picked me up, carried me up the stairs, and gently laid me on the bed. “What’s your pleasure, my dear girl?”
“You have been so kind and gentle, but now I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to hammer my pussy. I want to be fucked like a slut. Fuck me, Arty. Make me feel it.”
“Sorry, that’s not my style. I will make love to you, but I won’t indulge in rough sex. Now let me cuddle you and hold you tight.”
“But you said anything at all. And that’s what I want.”
“Well, almost anything, but not that.”
Arty is such a loveable guy. How many guys would have turned down a request from a hot, sexy chick to hammer her? Hardly any, that’s for sure.
I rolled onto my side, and Arty went behind me. He snuggled into my back, his body moulding against mine. I felt his erection pushing against my bum cheeks as Arty nibbled my neck, his left hand gently stroking my left boob and occasionally tweaking my hardened nipple.
He soon moved his left hand down to my arse, rubbed and squeezed my left bum cheek before working his fingers between my legs, found my wet slit, rubbing his fingers between my swollen labia.
I loved how Arty was gently sliding his fingers up and down my wet slit without penetrating me, making me moan softly, “Oh, this feels so good,” he continued like this for a while.
I was so wet when eventually Arty lifted my left leg and guided his cock to the entrance of my love tunnel before gently entering me. When he was balls deep, he stopped, moved his hand from my leg to my left boob, and began massaging my tit, gently squeezing and rolling my nipple.
I dropped my leg, trapping Arty’s cock inside me. The feeling was delightful as we lay there, not moving, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. While his hand gently stroked my left boob. I wanted to up the pace and pressed my arse hard into Arty’s groin. He got the message and slowly thrust back and forth, varying his depth as he went. I moved my left hand down to my clit and began to circle and rub it.
Although the pace was slow, I could feel the tension in my body slowly building, with Arty’s slow fucking sending me toward a powerful climax. He must have lasted twenty minutes at this pace before he sped up. I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I was almost there when I felt Arty’s legs tense as he gripped my boob firmly. “Oh my god, oh my god. Oh, yes,” I moaned as I climaxed.
Arty roared like a lion as he deposited another load of hot cum inside me.
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