Digital World Ch. 01

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Digital World Ch. 01Jenny had been flattered to have been invited to a photo shoot by a top photographer but was a little wary to begin with. She’d seen an advert on the notice board at Uni which was advertising for potential models but she had ignored the ad.Her boyfriend Mark, however, had sent a couple of pictures of Jenny to the guy who had called Mark on his mobile a week later inviting Jenny to a free, no obligation photo shoot nearby.The studio was a local warehouse in the middle of an industrial park out of town and was obviously on a short term lease. The deal was that the photographer, Richie, would take a series of pictures and produce a portfolio for her which could result in Jenny getting modelling work. Jenny was a little modest, not wanting to be centre of attention but, never the less, enjoyed looking her best and knowing she was attractive.Richie had told Mark he had produced work for a number of major High Street retailers for display in windows, bill-boards, magazines and even catalogues.His credentials sounded perfect and although Jenny was apprehensive, she agreed and was secretly looking forward to the occasion.Mark had agreed to go with her, to hold her hand as such but on the day of the shoot, Mark was unable to attend, family matters that required his presence else where. Jenny was going to cancel the appointment but Mark reassured her and gave her the cab fare as he was unable to drive her there. Jenny was wearing her usual casual clothes that made her look simply stunning, tight fitting jeans that showed off her arse and a tight fitting top that showed off her bust. As agreed, she took with her a couple of other items, a cocktail dress and swimsuit so Richie could produce a wide range of photos.The cab arrived at the warehouse unit and the surrounding area looked pretty deserted. She paid the driver and rang on the bell. The intercom buzzed and she opened the door. She looked around and heard a door open to her left. Before her stood Richie, a big Rastafarian standing a good six foot four and fully dread-locked. Jenny visibly gulped but Richie smiled and welcomed her, aware of her nervousness.He tried to put her mind at ease and showed her to the area he’d set up as a studio, big lights with umbrella’s around them and an array of high tech digital SLR cameras and a laptop. He offered her some water from the dispenser and gave it to her in a red plastic cup which seemed strangely familiar to her. These were the same cups she’d seen in a documentary about the porn industry on TV recently. She shrugged her shoulders, assuming she was just a bit paranoid.Richie showed her the changing area behind the main back drop and it seemed all very above board and genuine. Richie was very professional at this point and his intentions seemed sincere. Jenny was beginning to relax, believing they were the only two people in the building and clueless as to the presence of covert cameras filming moving images to a control room upstairs.Richie relaxed Jenny by taking some pictures just of her head and shoulders, portrait pictures which he projected on to a flat screen monitor for Jenny to see. Despite the fact this looked almost amateurish, he took some decent pictures. With the cost of the kit he had available to him, it was hardly surprising. Add to this he was also contracting for one the UK’s adult cable TV channels, he’d had plenty of experience of getting the frame and focus right. Richie told Jenny he’d plenty of portrait pictures and he’d like to do some evening gown or cocktail dress pictures now, offering her a spliff first. Jenny declined, she didn’t do d**gs, she didn’t even smoke. She had two vices, she enjoyed alcohol and she enjoyed sex with Mark. Other than that, she was relatively straight and boring in a nice way.She went behind the curtain and began to change, taking off her jeans and top and peeling off her bra – her cocktail dress was a backless one and a bra would have been totally out of place. A covert camera perfectly placed above the changing area permitted a perfect view of her ample breasts which Richie was able to flick across to on his laptop. Jenny heard Richie milling around on his side of the curtain and just assumed his joint was getting the better of him, unaware he was getting a hard on looking at her changing.She reappeared and he directed her to a new set with some bean bags covered in white sheepskin rugs for her lie across, subtly trying to get a shot of her delightful cleavage. Jenny was also unaware that the control room were also getting the images from Richie’s camera live at the same time. There were two guys and another guest in the control room and they were loving the images they were receiving. They were all finding themselves getting hard, too. They’d been in the industry a long time and had seen almost everything but every so often a lady comes along that is so horny, you just cannot be immune to. And Jenny was such a lady. Jenny was aware that she was posing in a rather provocative manner but it was only for the camera and, anyway, it was only Richie and her, so she thought. And Richie had taken photo’s of some very famous people, she’d seen the display earlier. She later found out how clever the photo editor cut and paste programs can be as all Richie’s promotion photo’s of Madonna, Kylie and Shania Twain were all doctored and nothing was genuine. Neither was Richie’s intentions. “Now she is so hot” said the director in the control room. The second one agreed.”Sure is, Omar” the canlı bahis şirketleri engineer replied.Meanwhile, Jenny was getting into the mood for the photo shoot and was becoming more relaxed, happy to comply with Richie’s requests. She even happily hitched up the hem of her dress to allow a high-thigh picture.Soon, it was time for the swimsuit picture and this involved Jenny having to get fully naked before donning her bikini. The overhead camera’s caught everything, especially as she bent over to pull up her bikini bottoms, the lens honing in on her rear and her pussy, her beautiful blond bush delicately sculpted into a love heart adding to her mystique and desirability.”I’ve got to fuck this beauty” Omar said from the control room.”But this is Richie’s show, you’re just the director” his mate said.”Yeah, and as director, I’m directing me into the picture” Omar said, giving a sly wink. The guest smiled wryly to himself.Jenny reappeared and Richie set about taking photo’s of her in her two piece swim suit, a deck chair and a sand pit set against a beach back ground endeavouring to add a bit of atmosphere, albeit a tacky one.Jenny was very relaxed and was actually enjoying her self, flaunting her delightful body to the camera, forgetting about the Rastafarian behind the camera, the bright lights in her eyes making it impossible to see anything other than a rough outline of his giant frame.Then Richie dropped the bomb shell. “OK ma’am, how about we loose the top?” he suggested. Jenny looked winded like she’d been punched. “W w what?” she stammered. Richie began to show his frustration.”Get your top off, woman and flash me dem tits” he said, his Jamaican accent making him sound like a gangster. Gangsta rapper, maybe!Jenny shuddered. The thought of taking her top of in front of this stranger did not appeal to her. Sure, she’d been topless on the beach once or twice before but never like this. Hell, it was scary. Then her mind went through another train of thought, that he was a photographer, a professional one by the looks of the kit he had at his disposal and it was quite normal to have a series of topless photo’s within a portfolio.Her mind began to feel more at ease as she imagined the stupidity of her angst, and she didn’t have to keep the topless pictures in her portfolio if she didn’t want to.Richie remained poker faced as her mind went through the thought process before she sighed to herself and reached behind her, unclipping herself and pulling the slinky straps down her pasty white arms, revealing her nicely proportioned breasts, the paleness of her skin contrasting with the darker areola, her nipples protruding from her globes like delicate little rose buds. Richie gave Jenny orders on how to stand, what sort of pose, her facial expressions and Jenny temporarily forgot about her brief embarrassment of being half naked with this total stranger who was snapping away with his camera like a man possessed. He could have been a trigger happy bandit the way he was recording images and she could see images flashing up on his laptop monitor in the distance. Jenny lost count how many images she’d posed for but it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Everything had, so far, been tastefully done.Richie placed his camera down, taking another drag of his whacky baccy before delving into a holdall and removing a long rectangular box. Jenny watched as he broke the seal on the new box and removed it’s content, a large vibrator which had nobbles along the shaft making it look like one of those nutty candy bars.He then produced a bottle of lubricant with a pump dispenser.”Get ‘dem knickers off and this inside your pussy” he ordered nonchalantly, almost like he was ordering a take-away from Burger King. Jenny was still laid over a bean bag and her jaw visibly dropped.”You expect me to masturbate for you, in front of the camera?” he asked, incredulously. Richie glared at her.”Don’t make me ask you a second time” he said dryly to her and she saw the menace within his eyes. She thought dope was supposed to make people more chilled out but Richie was definitely getting more agitated. She felt vulnerable and scared.Sure, she’d been naked with men before but only boy friends, not total strangers. Jenny had not been a great fan of one night stands and to that effect, she’d had a bit of a sheltered life. She was really apprehensive about this but she reluctantly agreed. Jenny was scared and wished Mark was with her as she sat on the bean bag and laid back, pulling her briefs off and revealing her glorious vagina, her neat pubic hair visible to this big Rastafarian who was high on weed.”Cover it with this” he ordered, blankly as he stood over her and handed her the vibrator and gel. Jenny looked up at his eyes and saw no compassion. She noticed he was sporting an erection behind his Wrangler jeans and she shuddered at the thought that this guy might want to relieve himself by using her.Jenny conformed, hoping to get the entire episode over and done with. So far, it had been nothing other than very professional, even if it were embarrassing. She spread the lubricating gel over the vibrator, noticing the gel dispenser had a well known brand name on the side. These gels were designed to give heightened pleasure to both (or all) partners and Jenny had, so far, never tried this type of sexual stimulation. Using a lubricant and a vibrator would both be new experiences.She squirted some lubricant on to her hands and spread it over the shaft of the sex toy, working canlı kaçak iddaa it like she was masturbating Mark, her hand slow and smooth, her actions accidentally erotic as she wanked the toy. She squirted some more lubricant on to her hand and fingers, applying it to her own pussy, over the outer lips first, then over her clitoris, then deeper into her self. She felt the warm tingling sensation produced by the gel as it stimulated her nerve endings, causing her untold pleasure and she had to physically control her moaning as she became more aroused. Richie had been watching her and reached for his camera.”Look at me and spread ‘dem legs, sweetie” he said, squatting down to get a better angle on Jenny’s moistened pussy. For the next ten minutes, she played and fingered with her self, using the vibrator gently on her sensitive outer lips and against her inner thighs, making her incredibly aroused. God, how she wished Mark was here. She could do with a good shafting right now and a vibrator fell short of what she wanted, despite the fact the vibrator was larger than Mark’s tool. But she wanted something warm and hard, not cold and hard inside her pussy.With Richie’s encouragement, she slowly pushed the vibrator deeper into herself, desperately trying to surpress her own breathing which was becoming more laboured and heavier as she got more aroused. She was getting to the stage where she might orgasm soon and she felt embarrassed about coming in front of a total stranger. Richie sensed her impending predicament and was ready for her finale.”Kneel down and lean on dem bean bags” he told her. “I’ll set off some fireworks behind you, just keep looking at me. Then there’ll be a big bang” he stated. Jenny envisaged her ordeal was reaching the end and she inwardly sighed a deep sigh of relief.She posed as told and some pyrotechnics started, large Roman candles setting off a backdrop either side of her bare hips as she bucked like she was being fucked by the invisible man, just like Richie had ordered her.She was looking at Richie, as per instructions and the sound of the pyrotechnics behind her drowned out the sound of movement behind her. Richie saw Omar and his mind worked in line with Omar’s. “Ready for the big bang?” Richie shouted over the sound of the fireworks. Jenny nodded, the vibrator still in her pussy but her bucking action was making it fall out. She felt it fall out but no thud as it hit the floor. Then she felt it re-enter her and she wondered what was going on.”Keep looking at me” Richie said. Jenny did, still bucking her hips as the sensation in her pussy warmed up, the tingling from the lubricating gel arousing her even more. The vibrator went in deeper and felt different from before. She glanced round and saw Omar, a big black UK porno star knelt behind her and he smiled at Jenny, bringing his arms up to show her he held the vibrator in his hand. But how could that be? She could feel the large thing inside her vagina. “Shit” she shouted as it dawned on her that the sensation inside her was not a sex toy, but the real thing, a porn star’s massive cock inside her own pussy. Omar smiled as she bucked more to remove her self from him, not realising he was incredibly well endowed. “Stop” she ordered as Omar placed the vibrator down on the floor and grabbed her hips with his large black hands, forcing himself as deep into her as he could, wanting to give her every centimetre of his manhood, to feel the pressure of her cervix against the head of his throbbing cock. Jenny wanted it to stop but she was so aroused and the lubricant made her even more aroused that she knew she was approaching climax.She shook her head in denial, fearful that she was being unfaithful to Mark, something she had never done before. She and Mark had a great relationship, this would spoil it. She began to hate him for talking her into this darned photo shoot in the first place.Omar was thrusting himself deeper into Jenny, his strong hands forcing her back onto his immense erection, impaling her with his cock.”Stop” she muttered but Omar’s breathing was heavy and he feigned deafness as he rocketed towards his orgasm. Jenny glanced up and saw the images of her being fucked by this black porn star being relayed to the large flat screen she’d seen earlier and she guessed that there was someone else other than Omar and Richie in the building, observing them. From the angle of the shots, she guessed the whereabouts of the covert cameras and she groaned inwardly. How could she have been so sodding stupid?”You’re so fucking horny” Omar said between his heavy breathing, “You’d make a brilliant porn star” he uttered.”No, no, no” she said, but her body defied her, the tingling erotic lubricant added to the arousal from the vibrator and now the depth of this stranger’s cock in her moist pussy had brought her to the point of no return.”Noooooo” she screamed as her body tensed and an almighty orgasm, the likes she’d never experienced before wracked through her body, her sensations heightened for several seconds and her muscles became rigid, her pussy lips involuntarily squeezing on Omar’s rock hard cock. She felt an unusual moistness in her as she squirted her own cum over Omar’s big black dick and this heightened his pleasure.”You fucking horny mama” he uttered as he thrust himself as deep into her as he could, the action felt he was so deep it was compressing her own diaphragm, making it impossible for her to breathe. Then Omar ejaculated deep inside Jenny, canlı kaçak bahis his salty white semen pumping into her unprotected cervix.Jenny collapsed forwards onto the bean bag, her breathing still laboured as she tried to regain her composure. She felt the dick in her slide out, tease her lips and re enter her. This happened a few times before it started fucking her hard again. She knew Omar was a porn star but she didn’t think he’d have that level of stamina. She lay on her belly, being fucked and she wondered how this had ever come about. She remembered the ad on the wall at Uni, how Mark had been unable to attend, how Richie had begun all very professional. She looked up and could not see Richie. Where the fuck had he pissed off to now? She looked up at the big monitor and she soon found out. It was now his turn. The big Rastafarian was now plunging his firmness into her well used pussy, farting noises emanated from her pussy as Omar’s spunk oozed out and combined with air being pumped in by Richie. He was a well built guy, bigger than Mark’s cock and, by all normal reasoning, it should have hurt like hell. Then she saw the bottle of lubricant gel by his knees and guessed he had covered himself with the tingly gel. Then it dawned on her. It was the gel which had helped to aroused her, to enable her to accommodate Omar and Richie even though she’d never had a cock that big before. Sure, she’d enjoyed some male meat before but never on this magnitude.She began to feel the gel sensitising her inner self and as Richie pumped himself in and out of her pussy, she couldn’t help but get aroused. She reached for her own nipples and caressed them, lost in her own little world, pinching her nipples with one hand, stroking her clit with her other.”I’m coming. Make me come” she uttered out loud. Richie continued at the same rate, but with more force, her tits bouncing with the motion.”Oh Christ, I’m coming” she squealed as, once again, her slender young body went into another orgasm, her entire body momentarily taken over by physical release of pent up tension and arousal. Almost simultaneously, Richie emptied the contents of his scrotum into her waiting love tunnel, thrusting as he pumped, his reefer still between his lips, his jet black hands over her pale white hips.Richie removed himself from her private area, not bothering to dress himself and stepping over his clothing like a teenager might.Jenny sat up and leaned back against a bean bag, feeling the warmth of the two men’s semen dribbling out of her vagina.Jenny heard a door open and she covered her nakedness with her hands in reflex. What happened next shook her world. She saw a face coming towards her that she recognised. She had no idea there was a guest in the place and she began to blush with embarrassment.”Hiya” the voice said. It was a friend from Uni, a total looser who’d asked her out countless times and she’d refused. She was with Mark but this looser had always fancied her.Jenny nodded, drawing her knees up to her chin. She eyed him cautiously.”Where’s Mark?” he asked. Jenny remained silent.”Will you go out with me?” he asked in a matter of fact way. Jenny shook her head.”Then will you fuck me?” he asked. Jenny almost laughed out loud.”No way” she said, feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden.”Oh, I think you will fuck me. You see, the engineer is a friend of mine and he’s burning a copy of the footage to DVD as we speak. Shall I get a second copy for Mark?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Jenny paled.”No” she said.”Or maybe a copy for the Dean at Uni” he smirked, enjoying her discomfort. “Maybe I could duplicate it and sell it to everyone at Uni” he said. Jenny shrank back towards the bean bag, her skin crawling with the thought of this creep being intimate with her. He’d obviously seen everything earlier.”Oh yes, I think £3 a go will be affordable to everyone. I know how hard up students can be. And I’m very hard up” he said, accentuating the last two words and rubbing his groin. “Lucky I’ve got enough money, even though it is Dad’s” he joked. “I might even donate copies free of charge……..” he said, allowing his words to taper off. Jenny gulped.”OK. What do you want? Money?”. The jerk laughed. “I’ve enough of my own and Daddy’s money thank you” he smiled to himself, his yellow teeth bared like a rabid dog. “No, like I said earlier, I think you’ll agree to fuck me” he said. Jenny shook her head.”So be it” he said, walking towards the control room.”Stop” said Jenny. The geek stopped and turned, his poker face unfaltering. There was a short silence.”OK” said Jenny. The yellow teeth bared themselves again.”Good” he said. “Let’s start right away”. Jenny shivered involuntarily despite the warmth seeping out of her well-used pussy. Richie reached for a handycam, his strides still absent and his now limp cock dangled between his legs, looking large even when he was limp. Omar had perked up and was watching in eager anticipation.”Well?” the creep barked at her. She shrugged.”I can hardly take my clothes off for you, can I?” Jenny retorted, angrily. Little did she know she’d pay for that remark later.The creep approached her, unzipping himself in the process and removing his below average sized erection. Her pussy lips had been stretched to capacity, she doubted this could hurt her physically. She would soon discover how perverted this creep was.”On your knees, bitch” he ordered, the malice in his voice made the scenario scary for her. “Make it good” Richie added, his comment aimed at Jenny. “I’m sure you don’t wanna do more than one shoot of this picture” he grinned evilly. Jenny swallowed hard and obeyed the command. The next two hours would be a special type of torture for her. And how the torture was humiliating to her.

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