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"Hello, my name is James Camerran Archibald. This is a diary of my biggest mistakes, recorded as I make them.

"I'm a photographer. It is my life, my love and in this case my downfall. How might you say? Well I have to say that I would have never thought of it myself but there are some things you just shouldn't photograph. Cops call it evidence."

It was a sunny day and Cam, as everyone called him had opened the shutters to let some light into the otherwise tightly sealed photography studio. It was his studio and his home at the same time. He liked to decorate in a modern motif with sharp edges and bold but never overly colorful tones. Cam preferred black and white for most things, even his photography. That was obvious from the multitude of photos hung on the high walls of the top and bottom floor, which was more a catwalk and a large landing that served as his bedroom.

He had dark hard wood floors and white walls so all of his picture frames were black metal to give it that stark contrast he was so fond of. The bottom floor was a big open area with a bathroom and the area he had partitioned off that held a large studio. His last photography job had been a very interesting one, his client had a bed brought in for a prop and had posed for him in several revealing positions covered with nothing but a sheet.

The small day bed was still there even though he had asked his client to pick it up several days ago. Secretly he had been tempted to keep the lovely piece of furniture and use it in future sessions. Part of his mind hoped she never came to pick it up.

Cam left the studio area and headed for his desk. In the open he was quite a striking figure. He was tall and lean with cut muscles and haunting blue eyes, it was the build of a model. Anyone could tell he had been a model from the way he walked and talked. It was a smooth interplay of muscles and charisma that came from years of practice. His fur was short, well-groomed and white and he wore glasses on his nose. He was albino, a rarity among any breed including foxes. He had, however turned out to be one of the most popular male models of his time. Popular enough to settle down afterward in his own building with his true hobby, being on the other side of the camera and he definitely had a knack for that.

He knew the angles, the facial expressions and just the right mix of attitude and sweetness that could win anyone over. As such, he was in high demand and he was quite expensive. He sat at the desk and paged through his most recent portfolio. He had yet to find a primary model or a name for it but it was near completion. Just as he began to start his renewed search for his next model his door opened and the chime he had hung just above it tinkled, signifying the arrival of a customer. Cam looked up from his desk and into the eyes of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

He had to check himself to make sure he was not dreaming but he indeed was not imagining things. She was slightly short and she had soft tan-gold fur with large green shimmering pools for eyes and the gait of an otherworldly being. Her golden and brown hair was tied into a tight pony tail. She was a lioness from the tips of her ears to the end of her tail and he was smitten. The smile on her face reminded him of all the joys he had experienced throughout his life and dwarfed them at the same time.

"Hello Mr. Archibald, my name is Marie. I'm Contessa's daughter." She smiled at him and held out her hand expecting a shake in reply.

She flaunted a heavy British accent with voice that was as soft as he would imagine a cloud would be. "Please, call me Cam, all of my friends do."

He sounded like some sort of love-sick puppy as all his charisma had suddenly drained out of him as if a vampire had a hold of the jugular of his cool. Without thinking he took her hand gently and kissed it fleetingly with his lips. "And the pleasure my dear is all mine."

Her giggle resounded throughout the studio apartment and echoed in his ears sounding like the laughter of an angel. Without thinking he guided her around the desk and stood, twirling her around so he could look at her body. She was perfect in every respect, from the t-shirt she wore to the short shorts that she had donned down to the flip-flops that adorned her feet. "You have to be the most beautiful creature I have ever met in my life."

"Well Cam, my mother said you were quite the charmer but I didn't expect such a warm welcome." Her hands went to her hips in a pose that he supposed was her signature pose, it suited her well due to the fact that it exaggerated her hips and her small-but-pert breasts quite nicely.

"You're Contessa's daughter? She said she had a daughter but I didn't expect she would have a daughter as old as you are. He smiled at her and sat back down in his chair, motioning for her to have a seat in front of his desk in one of the plush velvet chairs he kept for his 'special' visitors. Those brief few seconds he had been close to her had driven him wild with desire; her scent coupled with a slightly fruity perfume was the most arousing combination he had ever had the pleasure of breathing in. He felt as if he was intoxicated but he hadn't touched anything remotely narcotic or alcoholic for years.

"Me? I'm only fourteen!" She laughed at him and made an off-handed gesture using her other hand to cover her mouth as she continued to giggle.

"Fourteen? You have the look and mannerisms of a woman about you, I could have sworn you were at least twenty-one if not older." The warning lights in his brain went off as he tried to clear the scent out of his nose and shake the jailbait-aged girl out of his mind.

"No silly, I'm only fourteen." Her smile continued and it looked so right on her face. A frown could not even be in her repertoire. She moved with the grace of a prowling jungle queen with the body of a goddess.

"Well, ah..." he cleared his throat and attempted to shift the conversation to avoid setting her to suspicion. "What can I do for you?"

"What do you mean? My mother didn't call you?" She looked a bit distressed and disappointed; it didn't suit her at all. His heart skipped a beat and he at the moment would have done anything to make her smile again.

"No, I'm afraid not my dear. Why? What have I missed?" He leaned forward on his elbow, putting his chin in his hand and looking into her beautiful emerald eyes almost dreamily.

"She said she was going to make an appointment with you to have me photographed. My last pictures were taken several years ago and I've grown a bit since then." She put a thoughtful finger on the side of her cheek and shook her head, beginning to stand. "I'm sorry I wasted your time, I'll get her to make an appointment when I get home."

"No, no my dear wait just a moment I couldn't dream of sending you away!" He stood up and walked over to her and motioned for her to follow. As she did he led her into his studio area and motioned around him at the day bed and the bare white walls. He had lights and camera equipment all around but none of it got in the way of the center stage. "Let me go make some preparations and we can get started!"

Cursing himself for trying to keep her around a long as possible he went to the front door and locked it then turned the sign around that said there was a session in progress. He put his glasses on the desk and returned to the studio to find Marie leaning slightly over the day bed having a look at the sheets. His pants stirred as he got a look at her rear and he mentally slapped himself for having impure thoughts about someone so young. "Well beautiful what kind of pictures do you want?"

"Well my mother wants a few glamorous shots but I want some normal ones for my FurSpace page. My friends keep razzing me about not having pictures up and I don't have a digital camera, mom says she doesn't want one." She sat down on the day bed and faced him, striking a pose. "How's this?"

It was obvious that while she was pretty, she had no experience in modeling. Her pose was crudely pretty but he had a better idea. He chuckled and motioned for her to follow him behind the studio. Her gasp was amusing to him as she got a look of the rows of clothes hung in the back of the huge studio on racks that stretched out to the very back wall. "Okay, here are the clothes and costumes I keep around for the pictures I take. I'd suggest one of the evening gowns on the fourth row to the right and something green to bring out those beautiful eyes."

"Alright, do you have a changing room?" She walked over to the rack and started sifting through the many dresses he had stashed away for his clients.

A large part of him wanted to say no and tell her that all the models changed in front of him. That was actually quite true for the most part as a lot of them desired not only a photo session but a quick tussle or even just a hungry stare from him. Not many got it. "Well I don't have a changing room per say but you can step behind the partition there and change your clothes. There's also a few shelves of shoes in the back, I'm sure I have your size petite."

"Okay, when I find one I like I'll come back into the studio." She turned back around to the rack and held a few dresses up to her body before he left and went back into the studio area.

He wanted to watch her undress and more than that he wanted to touch her, caress her, taste her like he would taste a woman. His libido made him feel as if he were going to blow a gasket. It was all he could do to keep from making sexual advances toward her. For a bit longer than usual he waited and sat down on a chair he had sitting behind the camera. "Marie, you almost done."

"Yeah, here I come." She stepped around the corner not a girl, but a goddess fallen to earth. She had donned a dark green silk dress with slits up to the high thighs; it rippled and hugged her body as he imagined he would. She had put on a little bit of makeup, enough to make her stand out a bit but not too much. She wore green high heels on her feet and golden hoop earrings in her ears. She had even topped it off with long green silken gloves that matched the dress. She modeled and spun around for him once. "Well, what do you think?"

"Wow..." His lips were dry and his pants were tight and he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful young body. The only thing he could squeeze out was the simplest thing that came to mind. "You're so beautiful."

"Stop, you're embarrassing me!" She smiled bashfully and put a hand over her face in embarrassment. Without wasting a second she strode over to the day bed which was coincidentally a mix of greens and whites, it fit perfectly. She leaned against it and gave him a mock-pouting look. "I'm ready."

In his mind he had a different concept of her being 'ready' for him but he wisely decided to keep that to himself. Having collected his jaw from the floor he walked over to the tripod his camera was on and moved it closer. He wished he could keep his eyes on the white floor or the white walls instead of on her. The sight of her was making him feel like he was some sort of crazed pervert but he couldn't help it. She was indeed the most beautiful, graceful, and elegant girl he had ever seen. Picture perfect was a term he had never used on anyone but he figured that all this time he had been saving the term for this gorgeous specimen.

"Okay Marie, I want you to lean back on your arms and look directly at the camera. Give me something sassy, defiant." He watched her take the pose as naturally as any trained model would, this would be easier than he had originally thought. She was indeed perfect in every way so without any further pondering he snapped the first picture. "Good! Now sit on the day bed with your legs out to the side, draw them up together in front of you and lean down on your arm, look upward and give me something contemplative."

She took the pose like a pro; he was convinced that she was in deep thought. Another picture, he always took two or more shots of the same pose from different angles just to be sure. Her body contoured wonderfully with the dress, he kept thinking over and over how perfect she was for this kind of work. Before he knew it he found himself standing next to the day bed as he directed her to switch positions. Each one became more risqué than the first and slowly he had worked her into a spread eagle position with the dress handing between her legs and one finger poised at her lips. "That's good, real good."

"Cam are you sure about these pictures. They're getting awfully racy." She closed her legs after he took the last picture of the position and sat forward, he was close to her but she didn't mind. She was used to people being close to her from mingling so much with her mother at parties. "I'm not sure if that's what my mother had in mind."

"Don't worry the ones I don't think she'll like I'll take out before we show them to her." He usually did just that but he was silently cursing himself for being so obvious with his need to see her in sexy poses. He wished inwardly that he could convince her to take off the dress and do a few nude shots. "So have you done any modeling before? You're a natural at it."

"No, I haven't but I've watched my mother do it for so long that I picked up a few things. You can't help but pick up a few things when you're in such close proximity to someone who is a model." She pulled her legs up onto the day bed and sat in a comfortable position. Modeling was more work than she had originally thought. She had always figured that her mother's job was easy but as taxing as it was on her she now viewed it in a better light. "So are we done?"

"I'd like to take a few more if you don't mind." His mind told him to leave it at that but his body was begging him to touch her, taste her and get close to her. He motioned for her to lay down on the day bed and stretch out across it. "We're going to do a few head shots."

"Alright, that sounds a little easier. I never thought modeling was so tiring but man I'm spent." She laughed and looked directly at him, he had pretty eyes and his fur looked soft. For the first time she actually looked at him instead of just seeing a photography session she saw something else in him. He was handsome and he seemed to be a nice guy.

He caught a picture of her laughing and smiled broadly, her face wore joy better than any model he had ever photographed. "That was marvelous. You have the most expressive eyes and face I've ever seen, it's stunning."

"Oh stop!" She waved her hand at him and put her other hand on her cheek, she was genuinely embarrassed again. He was a very nice guy and he was quite a smooth talker from what she had seen so far.

"That's great!" He snapped off a few pictures of her look of embarrassment and shook his head to clear the growing cobwebs of fixation that were clouding his mind. "I've never shot a better model."

"I'm not a model silly!" She laughed again and smiled up at him as he stood over her with the camera. Marie was suddenly aware of their closeness and of the fact that he was standing over her with a look she had never experienced before. Suddenly she felt a little shyer than before.

"That's perfect, wonderful!" Two more pictures and he found himself wanting more. Not more pictures but more of her in general. "Alright, go ahead and take off the gloves and the earrings."

"Okay, are we done?" She started to stand but laid back down when he shook his head. Following his directions she took off the garments and laid them down on the floor beside the day bed. "Now what?"

"Lie on your side and fold your hands under your head, look outward as if you're pondering something that makes you feel good." He stood up near her and put his camera at an angle, he didn't know if he had done it on purpose but his crotch was dangerously close to her head and neck as he stood there so close. He didn't bother hiding the bulge, his mind wasn't in control anymore. He directed her into a few more poses catching her small amount of cleavage and face together as much as he possibly could. He was trying to find a way to get her to take pictures with less clothing on and not arouse suspicion. It was impossibility, he knew.

"Alright let's get you out of that dress." He said it out loud and he hadn't meant it the way he had said it. He saw the questioning look on her face and for a second he thought she was going to follow the instructions as he had said them. A nervous laugh escaped his lips quickly so he could cover it. "Uh wait, that didn't come out as I intended. I meant you can change back."

"Oh!" She laughed at him and swatted him lightly before standing and walking around the partition to get dressed again. She had a sway to her hips that she usually reserved for impressing people but she really liked the dress she had picked out. Turning about suddenly she walked over to the day bed to the pile of silky cloth and gold earrings. She bent over and picked it up before rushing back around the partition again to get to the back of the room where she had left her clothes.

He was going wild, she wasn't wearing a bra and he had been able to see all the way down to her white panties when she had bent over. It was more than he could take. Silently he crept over to the partition wall and peeked around.

Marie hummed a light tune as she put the gloves and earrings away and washed off the makeup. Afterward she walked back over to the racks while taking in the various paintings and decorations he had hanging up on the walls. He had good taste in her opinion; none of the art was gaudy or had awful colors. A lot of it was what she considered to be tasteful nudes and pictures of scenery done mostly in black and white. Once she got to the right rack she pulled the dress over her head and started hanging it back where she had found it. Her tail swayed gently behind her, she felt like the pictures he had taken were very good and her mother would be pleased.

"Hey Cam did you take all of these pictures yourself?" She yelled across the room to him as she tugged her shirt over her head and pulled on her shorts and shoes. It was a quick process.

"Yeah, I took everything you see on the walls here. I have quite a few portfolios." Her voice was like a song to him, he was leaning against the wall holding his hand over his chest because of the fact that he felt it was going to burst from his torso if he didn't have her.

"So you take a lot of nudes huh?" She walked around the corner and saw the look on his face and became worried, he looked as if he felt ill. "Are you alright Cam?"

"Yeah, I'm fine I just feel a little dizzy is all." He smiled at her and put an arm around her shoulders and led her out of the studio. "I should have your pictures developed in a few hours if you want to come back and see them?"

"Sure, how does two o'clock sound?" She smiled back up at him as they walked toward the door. Marie liked Cam; he was a nice guy on top of being easy on the eyes.

"That sounds great; I'll be waiting for you." He unlocked the door and saw her out, locking the door behind her and turning the sign from session in progress to out to lunch. Cam almost collapsed on the floor once she was gone, he was in agony and at the same time he felt almost elated. He ached for her; he didn't want her to leave even for a few short hours.

He had to get her photos developed before she came back; he wanted her to stay as long as he could possibly make her stay. It was almost second nature to him. Taking the film from the development agent to rinsing it in a stop bath, onto the fixing bath and then washed and cut into the negatives. It was done before he had even realized it. He always digitized the negatives and processed the prints that way, it was easier and of the highest quality. For her he spared no expense, her pictures had to be completely perfect.

He had burned quite a bit of time but he had an appointment to take care of at one o'clock that would last until two or more. He didn't mind though he would just leave the door unlocked for her. After unlocking the door his client arrived not long after. The wheels began turning as he realized that this shoot would be a nude photo session for a popular men's magazine. Maybe he could spark her interest in posing nude for him by showing her what it was like. A grin spread across his face and he shook the hand of the beautiful young woman that was about to take her clothes off for him. "Welcome, it's good to see you again!"

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Marie was right on time by her clock but when she reached the door she saw the 'in session' sign but figured Cam wouldn't mind since he had made the appointment. She walked in and closed the door, locking it behind her just in case. She could hear Cam talking and snapping pictures back in his studio so she decided to go have a peek. She reached the partition walls quickly and peered around the corner. The day bed had been moved out of the studio and replaced with a circular bed with red sheets; she wondered idly how he got these large items in and out of the small front door for his clients.

The woman on the bed was a vixen with soft red-brown fur and a white patch that ran down between her breasts all the way to her unclad nether-regions. Her hair was a bright red and it was splayed out on the bed around her. Marie blushed but couldn't look away. The attractive young woman had large breasts, bigger than her own and she was very shapely. She knew how to pose and seemed not to mind how revealing those poses were. Cam directed her into several revealing but tasteful poses before he finally let her go back around the corner to change. She quickly left the area and sat down in a chair by his desk to wait for him. The last thing she wanted was for the woman or Cam to know that she was looking on. When he arrived she smiled and greeted him as if she had just arrived.

"I hope I didn't keep you long my dear?" He had known she was there; his plan had worked just as he had envisioned it. He had her curiosity peaked he could tell just from the look on her face. He had purposely left his shirt unbuttoned and un-tucked just to show her a little pg-rated nudity to off-set the full frontal she had just experienced.

"No, no not at all I just got here as a matter of fact." She wasn't a very good liar and she knew it silently she wondered if he would catch it also. Marie could smack herself for looking around the partition and staring as she had. She had never seen a naked body besides her own and all of the nudity around her was oddly exciting.

"You don't lie very well but don't worry my dear its okay if you were. Claudette doesn't mind, do you Claudette?" Cam motioned behind her chair and smiled at the sly vixen that had snuck up on Marie so quietly.

"Of course not. What's a little exposure between ladies eh?" Claudette laughed at the jump she got in response to her mouth being so close to the girl's ear. Her thick French accent must have been a bit of a start as well.

Marie turned around to look at the woman who now wore tall black boots and a short black skirt with a white shirt that was lacy and flared. The vixen Claudette was still very attractive when covered up. She had an aura of confidence around her that reminded Marie of her mother. She blushed, embarrassed and tried to apologize about the intrusion.

"I said don't worry about it love I don't mind at all, especially for someone so cute." Claudette turned around and waved a goodbye to Cam, sauntering toward the door like only a model would. "The agency said send them a bill my dear, I'll see you next shoot."

After Claudette had left, leaving the door locked behind her Cam smiled down to Marie and chuckled softly at the look of embarrassment that was still on her face. Apparently she was not used to seeing people in the buff. Cam took her hand and led her to the back of the apartment where he had set out her pictures on a large black square table that was surrounded by soft black-velvet couches with white pillows. "Here are your pictures my dear, what do you think?"

"Wow they're amazing." She reached out and picked up each picture individually as if it were an object of fragile glass and inspected it for a moment. After looking at all of them she picked out the ones she thought her mother would like and set them to the side. "I think my mother would like those pictures."

Cam nodded and picked up the remaining pictures to look through them. As he did that she noticed a large album in the middle of the table that had been buried beneath her photos. Curious, she picked it up and started looking through it. Each page was a woman completely nude and in various poses, sometimes two or three of the same woman. She found herself oddly excited as she turned each page until she reached a blank section of the photo album. Marie set it down and looked up to find Cam looking at her quizzically.

"Never seen a nude photograph before my dear?" He asked off-handedly as if he didn't know the answer to the question. He was baiting her perfectly; her curiosity had brought her to the book and within its pages. The look on her face hand confirmed to him that she was hooked on the idea of nudity.

"No not really Cam. I don't usually make it a point to look at that sort of thing though I find it very artistic now that I see them in this light." She found herself wondering if she would some day qualify to pose in such a picture. Marie wondered what it would be like to have someone look at you as a work of art, a masterpiece.

"How would you like to model for me?" He popped the question suddenly, without warning, hoping to catch her off guard and curious.

"I already..." She stopped as she realized what he was referring to and looked at him for a moment. "Really? Do you think I'm pretty enough for something like that?"

"My dear you're art in form. Perfect, picture perfect even and I don't say that to just anyone. In fact I have never said it to anyone before. I want to make you my masterpiece." He stood and moved over toward her sitting on the table in front of her couch. He looked at her with his deep blue eyes and smiled disarmingly hoping his artistic approach would convince her. "Be my masterpiece."

"I don't know..." She stopped for a moment to think and it sounded like a good idea but she didn't know. Marie had never been naked in front of anyone, not even her mother since she was a little girl. The prospect excited her more than anything so she just decided to test the waters a little before agreeing. "Well, who will see them?"

"No one but us if you like," He wanted to say that he was going to keep them for his own personal collection but that would spoil the break-down of her inhibitions. He smiled disarmingly and gave her a pat on her hand, the one that was on her knee and quite close to her private area. Cam couldn't help himself, he was getting desperate. "Trust me."

"Okay I'll do it, but I don't want anyone to see them unless I give them the approval." She looked down at the hand on her hand and smiled up at him, not thinking anything about it.

"Great! Let me go get the studio ready. You go and get ready for me. Put on some of the lingerie on the fifth rack and we'll start slow and work our way down to the bare truth." He was all grins as he rose up and rushed into the studio to set up his video cameras and traditional cameras. He definitely wanted a record of this to preserve for his own 'private use'. It didn't take long so he sat on the round red bed and waited for her to come back around the corner. "You almost ready Marie?"

"I'm not so sure about this Cam. Maybe I shouldn't do it." Her voice was obviously tainted with nervousness from the way she was talking. She scolded herself and looked down at the lingerie she had picked. It was a black two-piece that had lace and frills with garter-like straps and thigh-high leather boots. She liked it but she was just not sure if she was comfortable with this yet.

"Don't worry my dear I promise you that you won't regret any of this!" He paused and tried to think of something to say to encourage her, he was this close and he wasn't going to loose her to a bit of butterflies. "What do you have to loose? No one will ever know but the two of us remember?"

She didn't say anything further but walked around the corner to face him in her outfit. Marie felt a little odd in the skimpy clothing but unusually sexy as well. The look on his face told her that he was impressed and maybe a little too enamored but she didn't think much about it. "Alright, you're right Cam. What's the harm in taking a little risk?"

"That's my girl!" He stood and motioned for her to sit on the bed, pressing a button on the controller he had in his hand to start the film rolling. She didn't notice the cameras rolling which was a good thing so he picked up the camera and began giving her directions on where to stand, how to stand and as time passed what to remove.

She was hesitant at first but he was very convincing. Cam watched her remove her bra and almost creamed in his pants right there. Her breasts were small but firm and well-shaped and her nipples were perfectly formed and standing on end. He licked his lips softly and continued to take pictures as he directed her into various positions.

Marie felt a little better once she had removed the bra that had come with the lingerie. It was easier as things progressed and she began having fun with it. She pursed her lips and wiggled her ass for him as several points. He obviously was quite happy to have her as his model.

As Cam progressed he had her remove the boots from her legs and the garter-like straps. Finally he got her down to just the bottom piece of the outfit and found himself getting in closer and closer to her as the photos went on. Soon enough he stopped taking pictures and smiled down at her, he was next to the bed and standing not far from her. "Alright my dear, go ahead and take off the rest."

His heart skipped a beat as she reached down and began sliding the soft fabric undergarment off of her legs. She flung them off of her leg but she was shaking visibly and had moved a hand down to her womanhood. He began taking pictures like that, having her put a hand across her breasts and keeping a hand across her privates. The time came for him to have a look at her true beauty. "Okay I want you to put your hands above your head and cross your legs, stretch out across the bed."

Marie was nervous but she slowly moved her hand away from her vagina and crossed her arms and legs like he had directed her to do. She was shaking slightly due to the fact that she was unused to someone seeing her so vulnerable. Inside she was so nervous but she didn't know why, it was just a photo shoot.

"Good, good, you're doing just fine." He found himself wanting more, this just wasn't enough for him. Cursing himself inwardly he reached out and touched her knee, attempting to 'position' her just a little. She jumped at his touch but submitted once she figured out what he was doing. She obviously had never even been touched by anyone before. She was definitely a virgin. "Alright, now I want you to arch your leg and put your foot on the bed near your other knee, cross one arm over your breasts and use the other hand to cover yourself. Close your eyes lean your head back and open your mouth slightly as if you're feeling pleasure. That's good; now arch your back a little."

Cam got a nice peek of her pink little virgin slit as she moved her leg but it was soon covered. Once she closed her eyes he moved in close to her, dangerously close to her thighs and vagina. He breathed in her scent and knew immediately she was excited and aroused. Snapping off a few pictures while he fought his instinct to kiss her and take her right there he moved back a little. "Good, very good, relax now. Spread your legs and arms out wide and close your eyes again, this time I want you to be relaxed and free, as if you're floating on a cloud."

She obeyed him perfectly and closed her eyes. Her legs were spread wide and he could see everything. Suddenly he found himself taking the pictures and setting the camera down, in his mind he told himself to stop and he told himself that she trusted him and had submitted to this photo shoot under confidence. She was also underage and definitely jail bait. He couldn't help himself and all at once he was on the bed and holding her down by her thighs. Before she could react he had already begun pleasuring her with his tongue.

"Cam what are you doing?" She moaned softly but grabbed his head trying to pull him off of her. Her arms were weak and she knew she was not a strong as him in the first place. A feeling of pleasure washed over her that made her feel good and bad at the same time. She was being violated by someone she had trusted but she didn't know whether to let him finish or try to get away. Slowly she relaxed her grip and turned her head to the side biting her finger and groaning softly. "Please, don't do this Cam. Stop it, please stop it."

Her protests were pathetic and she knew it. His tongue worked across her tight little hole and then inside and back out. She felt him move a hand down to toy with the quivering little lump of flesh at the top of her vulva and she began to squirm. His tongue was like fire inside of her and his fingers were skilled. She felt her body heating up and going past the feeling of being violated deep into the pleasure zone. Marie had never masturbated before, she had never even thought of it but she felt something coming that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt him switch his tongue out and suckle softly at her clitoris as he used the tip of his finger to probe her just a little. She found her hips bucking to his attentions as she gripped the bed with both hands and dug her fingers into the red sheets deep.

"Oh dear god Cam what are you doing to me?" She was begging him to stop and go at the same time; the feelings made her want more and want to vomit at the same time. She was being violated and her body loved every minute of it. Marie felt her first orgasm rip through her body and leave her lying there like a rag doll even as Cam continued. He didn't stop at her first orgasm and she didn't have the strength left to protest.

His tongue explored her for a moment then he massaged her soft spot as he alternated kissing her thighs and the area around her slit. She could only lie there and pant before she cried out at a second, third and fourth orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Marie had no strength left in her limbs; she was limp and splayed out comfortably on the bed. "Cam I don't think I can... take another..."

"Come on love, it's my turn." Cam knelt on the bed and moved over to her, he had removed his clothing and was in front of her stark naked.

It was the first time she had ever seen a man nude; his body was chiseled as if he had come from some kind of mold. Undoubtedly he was very handsome and his features were striking and the cock that stood on end between his legs was large enough to make her nervous. She didn't understand at first until he moved it closer to her lips and sat down next to her head. Her resolved was renewed until he grabbed her head and forced it closer to his manhood. She stared at it for a moment before taking it in hand and stroking it slowly up and down the shaft. At his request she went faster and moved in close to lick it with her tongue. She heard him moaning and almost choked as he pushed her head down and forced it deep into her mouth and throat. Pulling back she hit him wherever she could to try and get him to stop.

"Be a good girl and suck it, make me feel good like I did for you." He used his softest voice and regretted forcing it so deep into her mouth but he could hardly contain himself.

She took his cock into her mouth and began moving her head back and forth across it using her tongue as he requested. He seemed to like it when she went deep so she tried it again and again trying to fight her gag reflex. She wondered why she was doing this for someone who had just violated her. Marie couldn't explain it but she couldn't stop ether. She felt vile, she had just been molested by someone she trusted. Using her hand to stroke as she sucked back and forth across the hard cock she got a sudden surprise along with a groan from him. His hot love honey splashed into her throat causing her to choke and try to swallow and that only served to make more come out and he groaned and leaned forward into her, forcing her to swallow every bit of it. She did as he forced her to do and found that it actually didn't taste that bad.

She fell backward onto the bed and began crying as she realized what had happened. She had always thought her first experience with sex would be enjoyable but not mixed with apprehension and fear, not like this. Some part of her deep inside found it erotic and welcome but she just couldn't put her mind past it. He startled her by getting up and moving into position between her legs, her eyes went wide when she found out he was still hard and moving himself closer to her virginity.

She started to scream but was silenced by his hand as he put the head of his cock against her pussy and began pushing himself inside. Marie could only lie there helplessly and cry into his hand as he began to penetrate her. She was beside herself with grief and guilt. It was her fault; she had pushed him to this by getting naked and agreeing to take pictures. She had submitted to him when he started to violate her adn she had sent out the wrong signals to him and she felt awful.

Marie felt herself being spread wide open by him. Her eyes bulged a bit as she felt the huge dick push her lips aside and drive slowly deeper into her. As suddenly as it had started she felt him break her hymen and keep going in. She cried out behind his hand and tried to fight him futilely by banging against his chest with light blows. Her body felt weak and she felt her stomach turned. She felt his hips touch her thighs as he drove himself as deeply into her as he could go.

As he began moving his hips she felt the pain begin to subside and dull but she felt the hot blood and juices dribbling down her legs and ass to hit the bed sheets. He removed his hand and she latched onto his neck to hold on as he drove himself and out at a slow and steady pace. The pain was still red-hot but she felt herself orgasm again and again. She loved the feeling of being raped, violated. It was a startling revelation that she would not have come up with if it had not been for him.

She nibbled at his neck and began moving against him as he started to go quicker, each thrust was agony and delight mixed in with each other. She moaned and cried out digging her fingernails into his back as she felt him grab her ass and guide her faster and faster onto him. He even slipped a finger down into the juices that were dripping and then into her anus working it slowly to match the pace of his cock. Tightening the grip with her thighs she stiffened and felt a hot splatter of cum rocket off inside of her. She was nervous at that but couldn't hold that thought as he drained himself deep inside of her and continued to fuck her for several minutes before he finished and pulled her off of him. He set her down gently onto the bed and lay next to her, taking her into his arms and kissing her neck and lips softly as he caressed her stomach and breasts delicately. "I can't believe you just raped me. Fourteen years old and I had my first sexual experience in unfavorable terms."

He looked up at her and she could detect a bit of sorrow at what he had done but it was quickly thrust aside as he renewed himself into kissing her lips and sharing her own taste with her as they mixed flavors. "You're so dazzling, I had to have you."

Marie leveled a gaze on him that she considered to be alluring and frightening at the same time. She pursed her lips and bared her teeth at him before growling low and uttering in a forceful tone. "Shut up you bastard and fuck me again."

"Trouble with a capital 'T' and I walked right into it. She's underage and horny and I'm horny and stupid. What the hell have I done to myself diary? I may as well have just signed my life over to death himself. If this gets out I'm ruined. But I didn't understand at the time how she could want it again after I had violated her so blatantly. I stole her innocence from her and replaced it with desire. What am I going to do? What if she tells someone?"