Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
Arty pulled his fingers out of my cunt and put his hands in my hair, holding my head tight as he kissed me with an urgent passion, before kissing and nuzzling the nape of my neck, then down my body. His tongue was like a snake as it licked down to my tits. Arty alternately sucked on each boob before licking down and across my tummy. When he reached the waistband of my panties, he gripped them with his teeth and pulled them down. I raised my hips off the bed, allowing him to pull them past my bum cheeks, and he kept pulling them down my legs until I could kick them off my ankles.
As I looked down at my body, I could see it covered in saliva, and my sexual excitement was through the roof. The sight, the sound, the smells, and being tied up all increased my desire. I was like a crazy woman, the way I was yelling and screaming at Arty. It was all to fulfil my sexual lust.
I felt Arty rubbing his cock up and down my slit before pushing past my inflamed labia, and then he grabbed my ankles and held them above my head. Bang, Arty was balls deep in one thrust. “Ohhhhh, fuck.” The sudden force made me gasp. But Arty stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, looked down at me smiling, and while holding my ankles, he leaned down and softly kissed me, holding that position for a while before he broke the kiss and started thrusting in and out.
“Oh, this feels so good,” I moaned. Arty increased the pace a little. The bed bounced, springs squeaked, our groins slapped together, and the sound of sex filled the room. Arty let go of my left leg and moved his right hand to thumb over my clit.
I was somewhere out in space, and I loved the feel of having my wrists bound, restricting my movements. Arty was a skilful lover, and he kept pushing me, teasing my clit as he banged me harder. I noticed his breathing became ragged, and I knew he would soon shoot his load. I felt his body go rigid, and he began grunting. “Yes, Arty, cum with me. I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I moaned.
Arty wasn’t far behind, as his body jerked, and his grunting got louder. “Oh yes, that feels so fucking good,” he shouted, as he shot his jizz inside me.
Arty gently put my legs back on the bed and unwrapped the rope around my wrists. “Thank you, Arty. That was beautiful.”
“Sure, Caitlyn, but why did you call yourself a sex toy and a slut? I don’t see you that way. I see a beautiful, and gorgeous, sexy young woman that I want to make love to, not abuse. I told you that last night. Don’t you like how I treat you in bed? I get so aroused when you are tied up and helpless. It excites me, but that shouldn’t lead to rough sex.’
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