Joe’s Harem
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 8: A More Professional Business
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: A More Professional Business - Joe is just a typical teenage boy, he wants to have sex with his girlfriend, but she won’t cooperate. He thinks of a way to blackmail her into doing everything he wants her to do. As a photographer he does the same thing to more girls and women. They become his harem! Before long he includes family members. Life is good and he finds a way to make money too. Warning: Beastiality is an integral part of this story! Do not read if this offends you!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Cousins Aunt Nephew Light Bond Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Masturbation Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism
I kept busy with school, and 3P! Karen and the girls all participated in photo and movie shoots over the next two weeks, they were the first ones shot indoors, the first to be shot in multiple days, the first to use an actual bed, and the second to use the dungeon! It all turned out great! Everything was sent off to our developer and subsequently to the group! When we were paid for all of it about a month later I received a check for $40,000! Karen received $5,000 and each girl $1,000.
Karen turned out to be a wizard in organizing and scheduling as we transitioned from a Sunday party or I should say picnic, atmosphere, to a business. I sent Frank a letter, he’s the President of The Club, asking if his members had requests. That created more opportunities that made us even more money! And headaches, which Karen handled with aplomb.
One of the most popular requests was for girls to lose their virginity. I hadn’t broached that with anyone because I wanted it to be special. Now, with the studio, we could make it that way. Karen organized one a week! We also started going back through everyone, making the shoots inside rather than like their first time, and conscious this time too! We added new girls too. Using the church list, Karen would call them and explain the lawsuits and suggest they call Daggett’s office and join up. She also brought up other opportunities involving 3P.
We also picked up some legitimate business, the Girl Scouts and Brownies wanted group pictures, the other schools in the area, I found out that the guy who had been doing it decided there wasn’t enough money in it. That’s probably correct, if money was all you were after.
Jenny O’Quin called and reminded me of her sister, Sally. I had completely forgotten about her, she was about to turn sixteen, the same age her older sister was when her dad said “put out or get out!” So I needed to provide an alternative, or get rid of the dad. Karen was provided with her phone number and address. Then she called her and arranged for us to meet with her at the cafe where Jenny used to work. Beth, Karen and I drove over to Clarksville to the cafe, we were a little early. We had some coffee while waiting. I was watching people, when I noticed a little interplay between a redhead and a blonde, but they were men, not girls like you might expect! I didn’t like the implications of the looks. I told the girls to go to the restroom and if it had a pay phone to call the police, and then get in a stall and stay there. The tone of my voice would brook no arguments and they left to do what I had asked. I always carry my camera, so I took pictures of both men and found a third that I was suspicious of and got him too! Then I hid the camera on the floor under the booth against the wall. Sure enough all three guys pulled guns and yelled that it was a holdup and to give them all their money and to empty the cash register also. One of the guys covered the door turning the closed/open sign to closed. Good maybe Sally would not get caught up in this! Just as the door was about to close it was opened again by a familiar looking girl about sixteen years old, it had to be Sally! She was yanked inside and fell to the floor.
I yelled at the guy “That’s no way to treat my girlfriend, why don’t you pick on someone your own size asshole!” All the while a single, tardy thought passed through my pea brain! It was “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Joe?”. But it, as I said, was too late! The guy at the door took offense! The smart people who were close to me, all moved away as far as they could, as if I was radioactive. This mad guy is telling me, in particular, that he could do anything he wanted to do when he was holding his gun. That made complete sense to me, so I took it away from him, breaking his index, AKA his trigger finger, along the way. Then I hit him just as hard as I could with the butt of the revolver, on his forehead! He hadn’t had the thing cocked, that was the only reason I did what I had! He dropped like a watermelon thrown from a bus! I pulled back the slide and released it, the fool hadn’t even had a round in the chamber! With my finger on the trigger, the gun was now aimed at the closest bad guy, who was so shocked that neither he nor his partner had thought to raise their pistols. Other patrons then disarmed them and we waited for the police to show up.
Someone went out to tell the police that everything was under control. I retrieved my camera and asked a waitress to please get my ladies out of the restroom. Sally made her way to me and was in the process of thanking me when Beth and Karen reached me. Sally’s idea of thanking me was not verbal, in fact it is virtually impossible to speak with someone’s tongue down your throat!
The police interviewed everyone, there were a lot of fingers being pointed at me. They took the gun from me and took my statement then asked me politely to come with them. It seems that I had hit the guy too hard and he was dead. I told the girls to call Daggett and have him meet me at the police station. I introduced Sally to the girls, and she promised to stay with them.
It turned out that there would be no charges, they just wanted me to run through it again in more depth because the guy had been killed committing a felony. Daggett was glad I called and sat in with us as the questions were asked. I was released only to face more questions, this time from the media! Eventually I was able to leave and we drove back to Neodymium. One question I was asked a lot was how I felt about killing a guy. In my mind he wasn’t a human being, he was an animal, it had been a question of him or me. I was happy with the outcome and could live with it!
I asked Sally where she wanted to go, she had choices, Jenny’s house to be with her sister, or she could stay with Karen, or she could stay at the office. It was getting late so we would straighten everything out tomorrow.
Sally chose to stay at the studio house, she felt pretty good the next morning, she had some bruises where the man had grabbed her arm and where she landed on her butt. Otherwise she felt good so we went to my lawyers office and filed for her to become independent from her father. She listed her employment as a full time model at 3P.
The news on TV, radio and newspapers, had segments on the foiled robbery attempt, 3P was mentioned and it turned out to be some great free advertising. Karen fielded twenty calls requesting information on taking school photographs, three school districts and four private schools, two of them were all girls schools. A fire department wanted pictures taken of their firefighters and equipment. Several girls called about being models. Karen set up appointments with all of them over the next two weeks.
Sally moved in with her sister Jenny, they came in for a photo shoot, they undressed and gave a great lesbian show, utilizing fingers, tongues to explore every crevice and hole. It was their first lesbian experience, they found that it was the best sexual experience they had ever had. To say that it was hot was to reduce the heat of the sun by a million degrees. I was afraid the camera was going to melt the images coming through the lens because it was so hot! They explored each other’s body and used fingers in each other’s beautiful orifices followed by tongues, both of the dog’s licking them to explosive orgasms that had them squirting five feet. Then the dogs inserted their cocks into their pussies and assholes tying with them after their cocks ball expanded and was thrust inside of them and they began to inject copious amounts of cum into both vaginas. As soon as the dogs were released the sisters began sucking each other’s pussies, swallowing the doggie cum that flowed into their mouths and was then shared with each other. The photographs and film brought in $65,000. I deposited $15,000 into both of their accounts at the bank. They immediately bought a dog and began training him. They learned how to take photographs and film, then filmed the entire process. Those movies and pictures eventually made them over $150,000. They recruited other girls and made more pictures and films. They brought me the rolls and reels to be sent off for development, and they gave me a ten percent processing fee. They occasionally needed my dick for their own and others use. I had no complaints, and they didn’t either.
Karen had made an appointment with the Betty Smith School For Girls, it was located in the County seat, 20 miles from town. My appointment was with Betty Smith. She wanted to have pictures taken of all the girls, for a yearbook her girls put together every year. The previous photographer had refused to take them again unless she paid twice the amount he had been charging. She had refused. She found my number and a recommendation for 3P from the new Principal at the High School in Neodymium. He was an old friend of hers.
Her school has two hundred and six girls, and twenty teachers, including herself. She wanted individual pictures of everyone and group pictures of sports teams and clubs, that was another fifteen pictures. I figured the total cost to her was going to be $350. She agreed, saying it was fifty dollars less than the previous year. I felt it was a reasonable price, the other guy must have been trying to make a month’s profit on one job. We set the date for Wednesday in two weeks.
Then she pulled me aside and explained a problem she had. She had several students whose fathers had stopped paying the girls tuition. The girls were worried that since they had turned fourteen that their fathers wanted them to come home so they could take over the duties of a wife. All the duties of a wife! Mrs. Smith didn’t want to send them back into a situation like that, but she couldn’t afford to feed and board them without having more money. She had discipline problems with several other students, calling their parents hadn’t helped. She asked me if I could think of any way both problems could be resolved.
I asked, “What are the girls doing to be in trouble?”
She responded, “They have been caught sharing beds and having sapphic relations with one another!”
I asked Mrs. Smith, “Why is that a problem?”
She responded, “They are corrupting the other girls, they have already had three more girls begin to participate almost nightly!”
I asked her again, “Why is it a problem?”
“If the other students write home that girls were making love to other girls, parents could pull them from the school and if enough left I would have to close the school.”
“Why are you asking me? I’m just a sixteen year old kid!”
“Yes, you’re a sixteen year old kid that owns a successful business, and has helped several girls deal with problems that most people would have run away from. My niece Karen was one of them, now she has a great job and a future. You are exactly the right person to ask for help!”
“You may not like my solutions! How much did Karen tell you?”
“Everything, even the dogs! I might be interested in trying that one, I’m also interested in making love to women and girls. I’ve always been curious about it though I’ve never tried it!”
“Would you be interested in incest? Maybe with Karen and her daughters? What about your students, would you be interested in them?”
“Only if they wanted to do that with me! I would never force anyone to do that. But if they did, I would love to try anything as long as my face is hidden!”
“Let me put together a plan and I think I can solve all of your problems and make everyone involved happy. Give me a couple of days to formulate a workable plan.”
The next day I met with the Principal of the Fréemont High School and Middle School combination. She wanted basically the same thing but without the extra services. The number of students, teachers and administrators was 350 with twenty clubs and sports teams. My quote of $525.00 was accepted, it was almost $100 dollars less than the former photographer’s quote. Thursday and Friday, two weeks from today, were set as the dates for taking the pictures. I received permission to give select students a questionnaire in search of girls who might want to become professional models. Only girls fourteen and older, as well as meeting my own standards of beauty would get one.
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