Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Returning to the beach, Mia said, “I’m so envious. I wish I could be a model like you. You looked so good when Arthur was snapping all those pics. Yeah, I bet it will be so glamorous.”
“Hey, Mia, I’m not a model, not yet anyway, but maybe I will someday.”
“With your body and looks, you’ll have no trouble. You’ll make a fortune one day.”
We were no sooner back at the beach than it was time to go home. I hitched a ride with Ruth and Caleb. I didn’t want to be grilled by Jacob on the photo shoot and him not trusting Arty.
“Hi, Mum,” I called out when I arrived home, but got no answer. I went out the back and found Mum sunbathing naked, working on her all-over tan, with earbuds sticking out of her ears, listening to music, I guessed.
I splashed Mum with some water from the pool. Mum’s eyes shot wide open. “Caitlyn, you little bugger, you scared me.”
“Sorry, Mum, but I have this form I need you to sign.”
We returned to the house, and I gave Mum the form.
“Arthur Boner Photography,” Mum said aloud as she read the header. She kept repeating it over and over. Then the look on her face changed to one of dismay before screaming. Then she said excitedly, “Arthur Boner Photography, wow Caitlyn, do you know who this guy is?”
“A photographer?” I replied questionably.
“Only the best around this area. I have booked flights for Arthur and his models to go to Sydney, London, and Paris,” Mum said rapidly, as her exuberance overflowed, then continued, “Where do I sign? You couldn’t be in better hands, and he may turn you into a top model.’
“Do you fully understand that by signing this form, both you and I agree to let Arthur take topless, and even nude shots of you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mum. I know nudity comes with modelling. But can we keep this to ourselves? I’m not sure Dad would be happy if he knew I was likely to be topless or naked while being photographed. He’d probably want to punch Arthur’s lights out.”
“Honey, you know we don’t keep secrets in this house, but let me find the right moment before I tell him. Is that okay? And I will tell him not to threaten or punch Arthur.”
“Sure, Mum, I know you will pick the right time. Thank you.”
“Caitlyn, are you sure you’re going to be okay with the nudity thing? Have you thought it through? Are you really really sure? If not, then you should say no. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try this modelling thing. You’re old enough to know your mind, but don’t feel pressured. If Arthur asks you, you could play for time, you know.”
“Yeah, mum I’m fine ... I’m sure, and thanks for being so understanding and for the warning. I know you mean well, and you’re not nagging. Hey, maybe we could do a shoot together? Get a big blown-up shot of the two of us. That would blow Tim’s mind.”