Chapter 3: For the Dog Show

The next morning, Eve felt so much better about the arrangement she had made with the school’s Vice-Principal to keep her suspension from her parents. At first the 16-year-old was sure that he had sent her to some disgusting photographer who would take nude photos of her for himself. But Mr. Richter was nothing but kind to her and not once did he ask her to stand naked in front of him.

She would be shocked to learn that he already taken hundreds of photos of her stripping naked in the changing room and the bathroom at the end of the day. And this was only the beginning.

Jumping out of bed, she went downstairs to have breakfast in her demure cotton PJs.

“Good morning, dear,” her mother Joyce smiled as her 16-year-old daughter took a seat at the kitchen table. “So, what is in the books at school today, sweetie.”

“Dunno really, Mom,” Eve said, still hiding the fact that she wouldn’t be going to school at all. “Probably more of same I’m guessing. Oh, I’ll probably come home late again, we’re still working on those new cheerleading moves after class.”

“That’s fine, honey,” her father, Philip, grumbled as he kept on reading his morning paper. “It’s still good of you to let us know so that we don’t worry.”

Finishing her breakfast, Eve rushed upstairs to get ready for ‘school’. A few minutes later she came back down in her cheerleading uniform and gave her parents a peck on the cheek before leaving for the day.

About twenty minutes later she arrived at Karl Richter’s photographic studio. And just as it was the previous day, the studio felt ice cold.

“‘Morning, Eve,” Karl greeted her as she walked in. “You all set for another day of work?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Fisch ... Karl,” she smiled back at the 48-year-old photographer as she looked around the studio. “Err, where is the dog you said I was going to be posing with?”

“Oh, he’s not here yet,” he lied as the dog was waiting in a waiting room at the back, along with the six black studs he had hired for today’s second photoshoot. “Why don’t you go change so that we can get started as soon as IT gets here. Oh, and just so you know, I’ll be using a video camera today. This way I’ll be able to pick and choose from the stills later.”

The black men would get to see everything that went on until he signalled them to join them later. Karl’s intention for this was to get their pricks twitching by the time Eve got to meet them in their basketball uniforms.

Eve just nodded and headed for the changing room to put on whatever the photographer had chosen for her to wear. What she found could barely be called clothes. There on the bench was a bikini bottom and a tanktop. Actually it was barely a tanktop at all as it barely reached the bottom of her tits, leaving a teasing glimpse of her breasts shwing. And unlike the previous tops Karl had her put on, this half-tanktop draped loosely over her tits, more like a towel around her neck rather than a true top. As for the bikini bottom she now had on, it was from a string-bikini combo.

Shrugging her shoulders, she put it on and then looked at herself in the full length mirror to make sure that nothing was showing. After that first day, she had grown accustomed to not putting any underwear on before putting on whatever the photographer had laid out for her for that day.

Then remembering how Karl preferred her swimsuit to be worn, she tugged on the bottom until once again it felt more like a g-string on her as the back disappeared into her ass-crack. She even went so far at to tug on the front of it so that she would show a camel-toe as before. And just as the previous day, the cold air kept her nipples nice and hard, even under the loose fitting tanktop.

‘I guess it will have to do,’ she thought as she turned from side to side in front of the mirror to make sure it wasn’t too revealing. ‘At least my tits aren’t showing all that much.’

So, taking a deep breath for courage, she stepped out of the changing room in the skimpy outfit.

She immediately stopped in her tracks upon seeing what was there waiting for her. For sitting next to Karl was a huge black furred Poodle the likes she had never seen before.

This was no cute and cuddly little Poodle like her grandmother’s but rather a monster of a dog that stood over 3’ in height as he sat there.

“Ah, Eve, look, our friend as arrived,” Karl smiled at the stunned teenager. “They told me that his name is Othello, isn’t he magnificent. I think they named him that from that Shakespeare play because that character was also black. I guess girls had a thing for BLACK guys even back then, eh. Othello, go say hello to Eve.”

The huge ebony colored giant Poodle trotted over to the apprehensive 16-year-old and started sniffing around her butt just as he was trained to, to which she backed away out of fear.

“Let him sniff you, Eve honey,” Karl told her. “It’s just how dogs get to know people.”

Accepting Mr. Richter explanation as gospel, Eve forced herself to remain still as the big dog kept sniffing at her, moving from her butt to her front, even shoving its snout hard against her cunt-mound to sniff her there. Othello was so tall that his big furry head came to her barely covered teenaged breasts.

But the whole time Karl had numerous hidden cameras capturing it all for later editing, not to mention the six black men watching in the back room.

Without realizing it, as she was keeping all of her attention on the sniffing dog, the young teen’s pussy began seeping a trickle of cunt-juice which was now leaving a growing spot on the bikini bottom crotch area.

But this didn’t go unnoticed to the 48-year-old photographer as a smile crept over his lips.

“Okay-okay, that’s enough of that,” Karl said, interrupting the dog’s exploration of the young blonde-haired teenager.

Karl then stepped forward and started spritzing water on her as he had done each time before. Only this time, the water solution included a bit of bitch-pheromones mixed into it. He kept spritzing her as before, then, ‘being’ playful, he aimed the spritzer up under the half-tanktop onto the exposed skin of Eve’s exposed tit-mounds beneath.

“Hey! That tickles!” Eve giggled. “Tee-hee-hee!”

Satisfied at how her skin now glistened under the bright lights, Karl stepped back to admire how sexy the young virgin looked. He then looked back at the panting dog with a smile.

“Come say hello to the girl, Othello,” he simply said.

Familiar with the command, the Standard Poodle stood up on his hind legs and placed his forepaws on the startled teenager’s shoulders. In this position the huge dog towered above Eve’s head by at least a foot, This black-furred cock-sheath just about level with her heaving breasts.

“Oh?!?” Eve gasped, but still hadn’t noticed the dog’s groin area, though she wasn’t paying much attention ... down there.

“Sit!” Was the photographer’s next command, to which the huge Poodle sat next to her.

Eve looked down nervously a the big dog, then back up at Mr. Richter.

“Okay, Eve honey,” he turned his attention back to her. “I need you to stand next to Othello and pet him on the head.”

Not seeing anything wrong with that, Eve followed his directions and stood nervously next to the big dog. She then brought a hand up and started petting his curly-furred head, all the while Mr. Richter kept walking around the two with his video camera.

It wasn’t long before Eve started feeling more at ease next to the big black Poodle.

It was just about then that Othello swiped his broad tongue up along her chest and the underside of one of the young blonde’s breasts.

“OH?!?” She gasped in surprise to this, her breath catching in her throat.

But she quickly dismissed this incident as being purely accidental and not intentional by the friendly dog, despite his size.

In the back room, the six black porn actors were casually stroking their pricks as they watched the interaction between the huge dog and the gorgeous white teenaged girl.

But then it happened again as she felt the broad dog-tongue actually lick along the underside of her tits once again as she kept petting him while trying to keep her composure. She didn’t know what to do about any of this, so she let it go on so as not to interrupt the photo session for something as trivial as a lick.

None of this went unnoticed by Karl as he captured every second of it from all the hidden cameras he had set up in his studio for this very reason.

“Okay, I think these photos will be good enough for their needs, Eve honey,” he said. “You can stop petting him now.”

Only she didn’t stop rubbing her fingers through the curly black fur of the big Poodle’s head.

“Umm, we still have some time before those basketball kids show up,” Karl casually said, obviously lying again. “What do you say we have a little fun with ol’ Othello here while we’re waiting, eh.”

“Uh? What?” The sound of Karl’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Err, what kind of fun?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the older man shrugged. “No wait, I know what you can do with him. I remember this funniest video on TV a few years back where another Poodle just about as big as Othello here was bunny-hopping behind this woman. It was the most hilarious thing I ever did see. You could try that while we’re here doing nothing.”

“Will you want to film that too, sir?” She asked, embarrassed that someone might see her doing such a thing with the big dog.

“What? No, of course not,” another lie, for he knew that all the other cameras would record every second of it. “This is just us having some good clean fun.”

“We-ll, I suppose we could try,” Eve finally agreed. “But how can we make a dog even do something like that?”

“Oh, I know,” Karl said. “Othello, say hello to Eve again.”

Just as he had done earlier, the large Poodle stood on his hindlegs and draped his forepaws over the petite 16-year-old’s shoulders.

“Okay, Eve,” Karl then told her. “Now you try turning your back to him so that he’s standing behind you.”

Karl had to assist her in accomplishing this part by holding onto the Poodle’s forelegs and them placing them back onto her shoulders once she was facing away from the big dog.

“Okay, now what?” Eve asked.

“Try bunny-hopping,” Karl suggested knowingly. “Maybe he’ll get the idea and follow you around.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Eve took a hop, and then another, and sure enough the huge Poodle started hopping right along behind her, just as Karl had planned.

But the best part of his plan was finally revealed as with each hop the sexy 16-year-old took, the half-haltertop he had selected for this very moment would lift up, giving quick flashes of her teenage tits for his cameras and the black men waiting in the back room.

But even more erotic was seeing Othello’s pink cock-tip slipping out of the dog’s furry sheath, only to disappear again with each hop that the big dog took behind the girl’s firm asscheeks. Over and over it would slide out about an inch, to then disappear over and over again without Eve ever realizing that this was happening.

While Eve kept hopping along with the giant Poodle behind her, Karl gave a signal with his hands to let the waiting black men know that it was now time for them to make their appearance.

It took a few minutes for them to stick their now half-hard pricks back into their basketball shorts before they finally walked into the studio as if they were just coming inside.

“Hey, man!” One of them called out to Karl just as he had instructed them to do. “We’re here for our team photo. Hope we ain’t late or somethin’!”

“Oh, my, look at the time,” Karl feigned startled by heir ‘sudden’ appearance. “I must have lost track of the time. Oh, this is a model I hired to pose with you boys. Eve, meet the Jefferson High basketball team.”

“Err, hi,” she shyly smiled at the six very tall black ‘boys’ as she tried disengaging herself from Othello’s grasp.

But in doing so she found herself facing the big black-furred Poodle one last time and that’s when something caught her eye lower on his towering body. Something pinkish was now standing out against the big dog’s black fur that her eyes took notice. Peering down along his tall canine-body, she got a glimpse of the pink tip of what had to be the dog’s penis in the middle of all of that black fur, which made it stand out even more.

‘Oh my!?!’ She though in embarrassment. ‘Is ... is that his ... his thing?’

“Ahem, Eve honey,” Karl broke her from her trance. “Why don’t you go change in the outfit I laid out for you for their team photo.”

Glancing back at the seven pairs of eyes staring back at her, she felt her face blush as she rushed off into the changing room to change into a rather skimpy looking cheerleading uniform.

From outside the changing room, Karl pulled back a curtain so that they could all watch the sexy white teen stripping and pulling on the cheerleading garb.

“Man, that is some prime piece of meat you got there, man,” one of the porn actors commented.

“You sure you don’t want us banging her, man?” Another asked.

“I’m sure,” Karl insisted. “Not just yet anyway. But don’t you worry, boys, when the time comes I’ll make sure to call you all back for that. Oh, she’s about to come back out, better get in place, boys. You remember how I want this played out, right.”

The apparent leader of this cast of men looked at the others and then nodded at Karl.

“No problemo, bossman,” he assured him. “It’s your dime.”

A moment later the door o the changing room opened and Eve stepped out wearing what amounted to little more than a sports-bra and a tight fitting pair of shorts that highlighted her tight asscheeks. Not to mention that she subconsciously created a camel-toe in those tight fitting shorts just like all the other times she had posed for Mr. Richter.

“Okay, boys,” Karl started directing the group of men. “Why don’t you gather around our cheerleader here for a group shot, eh.”

The six tall older black men moved around to surround the diminutive white 16-year-old.

Eve couldn’t help but feel like a child with such tall ‘boys’ standing next to and behind her. Her white 5’3” frame looked so out of place standing next to these black skinned boys, the shortest being 6’4” and the tallest almost stood at 6’8”.

Even though this seemed an innocent enough pose, she couldn’t help but feel something nudging at her side, even at her ass. Looking from one individual to another, she couldn’t quite figure out what that might be.