Chapter 2

Sherry bounced into the bedroom, her towel clutched to her tits but not hiding anything from me. I ran my eyes up and down her naked back and her ass, and I could feel my cock getting hard again. But all our time was gone--I needed to get to work. I watched as Sherry climbed into a tight pair of panties--typical for her. They were businesslike blue, but french-cut--barely a g- string. The material tugged its way up the crack in her ass already--she said she liked it that way, it kept her asshole tingly all day long. The panties were lacy as hell, and I could see everything Sherry had to see. Her wispy black hair showed between her thighs, too, around the lacy crotch of the panties. She turned to the mirror and massaged her tits sensuously, then she climbed into a bra that matched her panties. It was skimpy, too, but hid more of her erect, dark-pink nipples. Sherry fastened it between her tits and reached back, trying to adjust it. She smiled at me.

"Pull the strap up a bit, will you?"

She knew what this kind of shit did to me. I smiled back and put my hand on her back, stroking it gently. Then, quickly, I pulled up her bra strap.

"Thanks," she smiled. She went over to the drawers and got out a garter belt. I watched as she put it on, buckling it behind, just above her scantily-clad ass. Then she found a pair of black stockings--very businesslike, but sexy as hell just the same. She got into them and stood there, displaying herself to me.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think you need to get fucked. What's the occasion?"

She smiled. "I've got the job interview today."

I chuckled. "Oh yeah, right. Beauty magazine."

"For a staff model position. I think I can guess what kind of skills they're going to check out at this interview."

I smiled. "So you're in for a fun day."

"Not nearly as fun as yours, with that sexy little virgin. Do you know Roger Simpson?"

"Of course," I said. "He's the most notorious editor in the business. And according to all my models, the best fuck."

"Yeah! He's gorgeous! I thought I'd jump him right there, when we met him at that party. You remember! We came right home and I went crazy. We fucked like we've never fucked before!"

I chuckled and took a step toward Sherry. She put her lips to mine, pressing her lingerie-clad body up against me. My cock was as hard as ever.

"And I don't want to be late to the interview," she said, curving her fingers around my cock. "So you'll just have to let Alisa take care of this one."

I chuckled as Sherry went over and got into her interview clothes. They were very businesslike, even though I knew she'd have them off long before lunch. If she wanted the job, she'd have them off ten minutes into the interview. I got out a pair of underpants and stepped into them, glancing at the clock.

When I got there, Alisa was already in the studio, reading a magazine. I had given her a key, hoping that she'd feel more comfortable if she knew I trusted her. She looked up from the couch and smiled nervously; she stood and shook my hand. She was such a cute little virgin!

Alisa was one of the most adorable eighteen year olds I'd ever seen. She wore these tight black stretch-pants that showed off her ass whenever she turned around; it was a gorgeous ass to show off! And I could see the skimpy lines of her tight panties framing it. On top she wore a loose oxford shirt that nonetheless seemed to cling to her ample tits. I could see that her breasts were firm and delightful as always--when she'd worn those bikinis in that sexy session we did last week, I'd seen plenty of her tits and plenty of her luscious cleavage. And of course her face was as gorgeous as ever! She had her light blonde hair tied up so that the slope of her neck was evident and attractive. I felt my prick giving a lurch of desire as Alisa smiled at me.

"I'm glad to see you're right on time," I said. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting!"

"Oh, not at all. I mean, I was early."

"Great. Then let's get started. You've seen the prints I left of your last set?"

"Yeah," she said. "Beauty agreed to buy them?"

"They loved them. They need bikini shots for this summer- girl section. They thought you've got the greatest body they've ever seen. Of course, I didn't talk to Roger... but I'm sure he loves you, too."

"Aren't they a little... explicit?"

"No, not at all! Beauty's very respected. They publish some of the best photography in the world. And some of the prettiest vir--uh, prettiest girls, too. I can't wait to see you in a few issues."

She rolled her eyes, nervously. "That's great. I mean, that's really great. I'm really happy. I've been waiting so long for my big break. And now that I'm eighteen I've finally moved out... and I really want the money."

"Oh, you'll get it," I smiled. "You're really headed for stardom."

"I'm so happy," she grinned. "I can't wait to see this next session."

"All right then," I said. "Let's get to work."

She nodded, smiling at me. I reached for the camera and began to undo the case.

"So go ahead and get your clothes off," I said. Alisa's face fell. "Uh... my clothes off?"

"Yes," I said. "This is going to be a nude set, right?"

"Uh, yeah, of course--I mean, I don't know!" She was blushing already--Alisa was so cute when she blushed! I knew her tits were blushing just like her face. Her cheeks were bright red.

"You don't know? I thought we agreed you'd take your clothes off this time. I mean, wasn't it your idea?"

"Yeah, it was--I mean, I really want the break and all, but I just don't know... I'm not so sure I can do it. I've never taken my clothes off for the camera before."

"Well, of course you're a little shy. But you've taken your clothes off for your boyfriend, haven't you?"

She looked down, blushing more.

"This is just like that. It's like making love to the camera. Haven't you taken your clothes off before?"

"Well, not with anyone else--I mean, I've never taken them off--"

I nodded. "Well, I'm sure you can learn. It won't be tough- -believe me Alisa, from what I've seen so far you've got an incredible body. I mean, I haven't seen all of it--but the parts I have seen have been wonderful. Just sensational. You can really make a killing with that lovely body of yours."

"I know that--I mean, I'm very willing--"

"Willing?" I smirked at her.

"I mean, it's just that I never--I've never--"

"Why don't you sit down," I offered, concerned. She sat on the couch again, breathing heavily. I sat next to her, leaning close. My knee pressed against hers. I put my hand on her wrist.

"You seem nervous," I said. "That's natural, if you've never posed nude. Just imagine you're alone with someone you love."

"It's not just posing nude," she said, still nervous but relaxing visibly. "It's that I've never--"

"You're a virgin?" I asked.

She got flustered, but managed to say "Yes." Her face was bright red, and I felt sure her tits were getting hot, too. I wanted to reach out and grab them--tear off her clothes! But I managed to hold back. I chuckled quietly.

"That's perfectly all right," I said. "Lots of virgins pose nude. I think it makes them sexier when they take their clothes off. People won't be able to tell, though!"

"I just don't want the pictures--I mean, I'd be so embarrassed if..."

"Don't worry," I said. "These are just test pictures. No one will see them except you and me."

Alisa sighed in relief. I hadn't mentioned that Sherry would see them, too, while I was fucking her, but then again Alisa didn't need to know that. I smiled.

"Then I guess it'd be all right... if you're sure no one else will see them..."

"It's just to see how you like it. It was your idea, right?"

"Oh, I'm dying to take my clothes off," she said. "I really want to pose nude. I'm just not sure."

"Well, why don't you go ahead and get started. We can shoot a roll of you in your underwear. You do wear underwear, right?"

She giggled. "Of course," she said.

"Then why don't you go change. Just a bra and panties. But it'll be a start--we'll shoot a roll, and see how you feel about going further. I think they'll look wonderful."

Alisa grinned. "That would be great. I mean, I didn't expect you to be so understanding."

"I don't want you to take your clothes off... unless you want to."

She nodded and got up. I watched as she walked over to the screen I have up to let models change. I went to the camera and began to change the film.

Interesting thing about my studio, though--I was careful to set the mirror behind the screen up so that I could just catch a glimpse of it if I stand in the right place. I positioned myself there and looked at the mirror as Alisa reached for her hair clip. She undid it and fluffed her gorgeous blonde hair so that it hung around her shoulder. Then she reached for the buttons to her black pants.

She kicked off her shoes and got her pants down, sliding them off slowly. I caught my breath as I saw her luscious legs; I'd seen her change last time, just like this--but it hadn't had this effect! I'd seen her stark naked, with her pretty blonde pubic hair and the pink lips of her cunt just peeking out between her legs. But this time, when I knew I was going to get her naked for the camera and for Sherry, I felt my cock getting harder than ever. I watched as Alisa stepped out of her pants; she stretched her legs and showed them off to me without knowing it. Then she unbuttoned her oxford shirt, shrugging it off and hanging it up on the dressing room hook. All she wore now was a pair of white lacy panties and a skimpy little white bra--all very virginal.

Alisa looked herself up and down in the mirror, trying to decide what to do. Her face was flushed and she looked quite nervous. I kept an eye on her, smiling a bit--making sure she didn't see me in the mirror. I could tell that her pale cleavage was getting red, too--she was red with embarrassment.

"You doing all right?" I called, pretending to load the film, which I'd loaded in about ten seconds.

"Um... I don't know. I'm not sure about this."

"Well, just put on your shirt, then. We'll start that way-- half-naked. See how you like it."

Alisa smiled and turned back to her mirror. She ran her fingers fleetingly over her breasts, making my cock give another leap toward her. Then she took down her oxford shirt and got back into it. It was long, so it hung down past her waist and maybe halfway down her thigh. It hid her crotch and her delightful little virgin panties, but she only buttoned a few buttons. The lace of her bra was plainly visible under the open shirt. And as she turned in the mirror, I saw the tails of the shirt lifting so I could get a glimpse of her gorgeous ass.

She came out from behind the screen, putting up her arms so I could look at her. I ran my eyes up and down her luscious half- clad body, then smiled.

"You look great," I said. "One in a million. They'll love it."

She seemed much more relaxed now that she knew we'd start with her clothes on. Of course, I knew that before long we'd have them all off, virgins are notorious for that kind of teasing. I smiled as I motioned toward the window.

"Let's get some shots of you looking out," I said. "I like the light over there." She glanced nervously over to the window.

"Will anyone see me?"

"Not at all. It's an empty field--I do this shot all the time. No one ever goes out there. It's just a place to start. Besides--you're fully clothed!"

She giggled. "I guess I am. I'm really sorry; I'm just being paranoid."

"Well, go ahead." I got the camera ready.

"Just look out?"

"Look out... and think of something pretty. Pretty like you."

She nodded, smiling. She took on the air of someone posing for nude pictures--looking out the window. The light cascaded down over her smooth body and into her open shirt, illuminating her luscious cleavage. I sighed in desire as I took a few pictures.

"Now turn toward the bed... unbutton your shirt a bit more..."

Alisa undid her shirt without hesitating. I could see more of her bra now. I got down on my knees so I could see a little up her shirt, catching a glimpse of those cute virginal panties. She didn't seem to mind.

"Lean over," I said. "So that your shirt blows in the wind."

A burst of wind came in from the open window and lifted the lower part of her shirt. I saw her gorgeous ass plainly for a second, and I could see the little wisps of pubic hair coming out around her panty-crotch. Alisa smiled.

"This is lots of fun," she said. "I don't mind this at all!"

"Undo your shirt all the way," I said nonchalantly. "I want to get something a little sexier."

Alisa's smile widened as she undid her shirt, until it hung open, showing her whole luscious body except for her arms and the sides of her tits. She turned toward the camera and I got a few shots of her breasts, lovely as ever. She fluffed her hair, letting it blow in the wind. The shirt fell down over her shapely, firm shoulder, showing me more of her breasts. She glanced down at it seductively but didn't move to put her shirt back on.

"Now take the shirt off," I said. Alisa didn't argue but just smiled for the camera; she was really enjoying herself. She began to slide the shirt off over her arms, letting me see her whole body in her underwear. She looked so gorgeous I thought my cock would pounce out of my pants and go for her virgin cunt right there. I nodded eagerly as she let the shirt fall to the floor. She stood there, comfortably, at ease.

"Now move over to the bed," I said. "We don't want you to catch cold."

"What should I do?" she asked as she walked to the edge of the double bed.

"Just sprawl out on it," I said.

She nodded as she climbed onto the bed. Alisa lay down on her stomach, turning so that her ass was toward the camera. Her panties were nice and thin, and I could see practically everything. The material was bunched up around her buttocks and her tight little cunt was slightly visible between her legs. She didn't seem very restrained, though. She stretched out, spread- eagled on the bed, rubbing her half-naked body against it. I could tell she was getting really turned on.

"How's this?" she asked hoarsely.

"That's great," I said. "Just wonderful. Keep moving like that."

Alisa rubbed herself on the bed, slowly up and down, writhing like she was having an incredible orgasm or just getting fucked. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she reached back and put them on her ass.

"That's perfect!" I said. "Keep your hands there--no, wait, rub your buttocks a little. That looks great."

Alisa began to stroke her ass through the panties, straightening the crotch of her underpants a little. Then she began rubbing in earnest, stroking her ass as if she were really getting off on it. I knew she was--I could hear her breathing heavily.

"Now tug your panties down a little," I said. "Just a little. That's good. Really good."

Alisa hesitated, then began to pull down the elastic waist of her panties. She tugged them down until I could see almost half of her buttocks and her inviting, sexy crack. Even further than I'd wanted them, but I wasn't complaining.

"That's marvelous. Get on all fours."

Alisa slowly climbed onto her hands and knees, thrusting her half-off panties toward the camera. Her ass looked incredible in that position. I couldn't wait to fuck her that way! Her cunt was visible through the tightly-stretched material of the panty- crotch. I smiled behind the camera as she spread her legs a little further.

"Now roll over," I said. "Get on your back, so I can get some shots of your gorgeous breasts." She nodded. She was beginning to get a little tentative and nervous, but I didn't doubt that if I got her naked she'd be spreading her legs for me and begging me to fuck her right there. Alisa rolled onto her back and stretched her arms, showing me that she'd just freshly shaved her armpit. I like a clean-cut woman, and it went with Alisa's virgin-pure image. The way she stretched her arms, her smooth tits showed beautifully through her bra. It was getting so I couldn't stop myself.

"Now get out of your bra," I said quickly.

Alisa nodded, obviously nervous. But she was so turned on, she couldn't stop. I can always tell when a model's getting horny, and that's usually the time I put down the camera. But with Alisa, I had to tease her some more or she wouldn't go through with it.

Alisa undid the clasp between her breasts, pulling the damp material of her bra down over her tits. She exposed them nicely; I leered at her with my cock getting ever harder as she struggled out of the wispy white lace bra and lifted it in her hands.

"Try biting it," I said. "That makes for a sexy shot."

Alisa put the strap of her bra in her teeth and tugged at it, then she tossed the lacy thing away, onto the pillow. I was running my eyes over her breasts, taking in their gorgeous, sloping form. Her nipples were very hard and very pink. She stretched so that her tits displayed themselves beautifully.

"Now play with your breasts a little," I said. "Like you're really enjoying them."

Alisa put her fingers on her breasts, nervously. She began to stroke them, but she was too uncomfortable.

"Oh come on," I smiled. "You must play with your breasts some times. Don't you play with yourself like any healthy young woman?"

She giggled and pressed her fingers around her breasts more firmly. She began massaging them gently, then more hungrily as her nipples got firmer. I watched and took pictures as Alisa pinched her nipples tightly, than ran her palms over them, hiding them from view.

"That's gorgeous," I said. "Try to lick them."

She seemed disgusted at first, but I could see her wanting to do it as the idea sank in. She took hold of her breast and bent her neck, sticking out her tongue as she lifted her nipple toward her mouth.

"That's good," I said. "You can do it--you've got large breasts--"

She eased her tongue down and touched her nipple with it. I could tell she liked it. She began licking slowly around the ring of her dark nipple, getting it wet with her saliva. It made a couple great shots, but I was more interested in how wet it was making her and how hard it was making me.

"That's wonderful. You look really sexy."

Alisa pressed her breast up further, closing her lips around the nipple. She began to suck, but I could tell she was still flickering her tongue rapidly, out of my sight. She whimpered a little bit, thinking I couldn't hear her. "Now bite it," I said. "Gently..."

Alisa bit her nipple, holding her lips so that I could get a shot of her doing it. She let her tongue snake around it sensuously, turning herself on more.

"Now get out of your panties," I said. "Time for some nude shots."

I absently changed the film as Alisa watched. She didn't move to take off her panties for a few seconds, but then I could tell she wanted it. She made her decision and got to her knees, reaching for the waist of her panties. She slid them down, over her gorgeous ass, letting me see it slowly. Alisa got them down to her knees, then lay on her back and took them off over her ankles.

"Try biting these," I said. "They'll like that.

She nodded and lifted the panties to her face. She bit the waist gently, tugging at the elastic and the lace.

"Not biting them there," I chuckled. "Try biting something a little sexier."

She sighed, trying to cover up her nervousness. I knew how wet she was, and I knew how much a woman loves tasting and smelling herself. I wanted Alisa helpless with lust.

She put the crotch of her panties into her lips; she bit them and tugged them away. I snapped some shots as she ran her tongue visibly along the wet crotch of her panties.