Photographer 19 (Patreon)

The drive back to the house was challenging with my boner refusing to go down. Understandable, considering the way the shoot had turned out with Penny, stopping just when things were about to get fun. But despite the discomfort, a smile was on my face. After all, I managed to find the best gift any director or photographer could find, a sexy Midwesterner desperate for fame and too skittish to enforce boundaries. 

All that remained was to have another session, and she would be putty in my hands. 

As I drove, I checked the hidden cameras I had placed in the house, hoping to find one of the girls there to help me with my problem. Unfortunately, the house was empty, meaning I needed to rely on a suboptimal solution to take care of my boner. 

Just as I was feeling the desperation, the solution showed itself as I pulled to the driveway. Nicole had leaned over the trunk of her car, trying to grab several large shopping bags simultaneously. The move accentuated her amazing hips even when she was dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants. I didn’t have a problem with her dressing like that while in public. She was too weak against suggestions, and I wouldn’t appreciate a competitor for her interests. 

“Hey, Nicole, how’s it going?” I said even as I appeared next to her, amused by the way she flinched when I gently caressed her hand when I grabbed the bags from her hand. Not surprising, considering how our latest encounter had developed. 

“No need to tire yourself, Stephen, I can handle it,” she murmured panickedly, clearly hoping to maintain the distance between us while we were still in public. 

I wanted to punish her for that act. However, as much as I would have liked to bend her down take her on the driveway, where any neighbor would get an eyeful of her sexy skin, doing something like that would be counterproductive. Not because I cared about suburban gossip, but because one of them might snap a photo. Nicole was turning to be a really nice model, but a scandalous video on the web would be enough to ruin her career, and my best source of income with it. “It’s not a bother at all,” I answered, but patted her ass playfully even as I did so, earning a nice gasp as a result. 

With her shyness, it wasn’t shocking for her to dash toward the door with the remaining bags, once again providing me with a generous show of her amazing booty despite her loose clothing. I walked behind her slowly. After all, we were going to be alone in the house, and I had all the intentions of leveraging the opportunity to the limit. 

When I entered, Nicole was already in the kitchen, placing the groceries in the fridge. “Thanks, Stephen, I can handle the rest,” she said rapidly as she grabbed my bags. 

“No worries, I can help,” I said, my smirk leaving no doubt about what I had in mind. I continued just as she opened her mouth to argue. “I insist,” I added in a throaty tone I only used when I was pushing for a passionate embrace. I was happy to see her trembling in desire, the memories of our last encounter still fresh in her mind. Helpless, she nodded and grabbed the item I had passed her, managing not to pull back when our fingers touched. 

“Thanks,” she murmured as she turned her back to hide the sudden expression of desire that appeared on her face, but not fast enough to hide the glimpse from me. There was nothing preventing me from pushing her down and taking her on the kitchen floor, except the desire to see her act skittishly while trying to deny her own arousal. I continue to help her empty the bags, making sure to share several accidental touches to keep her arousal alive. 

First, it was just my fingers touching the back of her hand, but soon, my fingers started to caress upward alongside the back of her hand suggestively whenever she grabbed another item, slowly building up her frustration. Soon, I let my body to rub against her, enjoying her soft curves. Her loose t-shirt and sweatpants worked wonders in hiding her amazing figure, but the same couldn’t be said for isolating her from my touch. Their thin, worn-out fabric might as not exist in our ‘accidental’ collusions, reminding me the last time she ended up on my lap, her amazing curves against my muscles. 

She seemed to think of the same thing, because when I pushed her against the shelves with the excuse of putting a box of cereal to the top shelf, she made no attempt to pull back. She even shuffled until my shaft was nicely lodged in her crack. Things were about to get interesting… After putting the cereal to the shelf, I let my hands drift down, browsing her curves until they landed on her waist. 

“Stephen, not here,” she gasped even as I pulled her hips back, making the presence of my shaft even more clear. 

“Why, we’re alone?” I answered nonchalantly while I started grinding against her ass, my hands slipping under her t-shirt, gently caressing her stomach before moving upward, preparing to grab her breasts. Despite her protest, her heartbeat rose to match her panicked breathing, her hips moving in the same rhythm. Things were about to get interesting… 

Then the front door opened without a warning, and Katie entered. 

I instantly took a step back, leaving Nicole alone and panting against the shelves. She had an expression of total shock on her face, one that loudly shouted the world that she had been caught doing something extremely inappropriate. So, it was her luck when Katie saw me first, and instantly turned her head with an onset of shyness, unintentionally giving Nicole enough time to gather herself. 

“Hi mom, hi Stephen,” Katie exclaimed a bit louder than necessary, but Nicole was too busy with her own concerns to take note of Katie’s exaggerated excitement. I used the opportunity to examine Katie’s clothing. She was wearing a loose blouse and a knee-length skirt, she was still very nerdy. I really needed to bring her shopping one day. 

Katie’s sudden appearance forced me to change my plans a bit. There were two reasonable options in front of me, convincing Katie to leave the room, or leaving Nicole alone for the moment. The victorious gaze that Nicole sent to me told the same thing, but she suddenly blanched when she noticed my widening smirk. “So, how was your day,” I asked Katie even as I took a step closer to Nicole, and my hand landed on her bottom, unafraid of being noticed because the kitchen counter was sufficiently raised to hide me from the view. 

Nicole flinched as my fingers dug deep into her booty, but Katie missed than in the mixture of excitement and shyness that was borne from getting my attention. Her already impressive crush for me had turned monumental after the last lesson that went out of control, though with a correspondingly enhanced shyness. “My day was good, especially the math class,” Katie started hesitantly, but when I nodded with an exaggerated display of interest, she started talking much more rapidly, nodding even as she spoke. 

I couldn’t care less about the ridiculous argument she had with her history teacher, but her distracted chatter was the exact thing I needed to pressure Nicole, whose eyes begged to me, but only to be ignored. It was risky, but I was too horny to actually pay attention to such a thing. However, Nicole’s apparent obedience was even more amusing, choosing to stay in a place where I could easily molest her rather than stepping away. 

Luckily, rather than walking close, Katie chose to lean against the dining table, giving me space to really cut loose. Under Nicole’s incredulous gaze, I pulled down my zipper, revealing my raging erection. Despite her shock, however, she reached and wrapped her hand around my girth before I could even ask her to. 

“Really, how can your teacher ignore your contributions like that?” I said to Katie even as I tugged Nicole’s sweatpants, pulling it down to reveal her panties, curious about what she was wearing underneath. On that, Nicole managed to surprise me. Instead of wearing a white boring piece that would fit her sweatpants, she was wearing a tiny crimson piece, one of my gifts.  

“Mom, are you okay?” Katie said when Nicole gasped in shock. 

“Nothing important, honey. I hit my toe to the corner,” Nicole explained, and I decided to help her play the lingering pain. My hand sneaked down until it landed on her entrance, the thin fabric of her courageous panties doing little to reduce the impact as my fingers danced at her entrance. Nicole pulled her hand away from my shaft, and for a moment, I thought that she was about to retreat. Instead, she grabbed the nearest bowl and a spoon, and started to squash some bananas, the perfect excuse to keep her head lowered, hiding her blush from Katie. 

Nicole’s explanation was enough for Katie, who was doing her best to keep my attention on her, something I had no problem providing even as I continued to finger Nicole. I was rather good at multitasking. 

Soon, I decided to make things even more interesting, and used my free hand to reach to my phone, and send a quick message to Katie. ‘Send me a sexy picture,’ I wrote. 

Katie frowned a bit when her phone buzzed, an expression that was replaced by confusion when she saw the sender, which then turned into a thick blush when she read its contents. She was lucky that Nicole had bigger problems to pay attention. ‘Now?’ she wrote back in response, and I just nodded. 

She stood up, turning toward the stairs, but I rapidly sent another text to her. ‘Stay here,’ it said. 

The expression of shock on her face reached an unbelievable level, and for a moment, I was afraid that I had pushed my hand too much. However, when she turned her eyes toward Nicole, examining her carefully rather than leaving the room, I revised that opinion, especially when Katie turned her back but her hand reached upward, playing with the buttons of her blouse. Then she surreptitiously raised her phone and took a quick snap. When my phone buzzed once more, I angled it appropriately to avoid Nicole’s gaze even if she decided to raise her head. ‘Not a bad start,’ I wrote. 

Katie buttoned her blouse once more before turning to face me, though I was happy to note that she left the top two buttons free, creating a nice cleavage. She sent a worried glance at Nicole. I decided that it was the time to kill two birds at one stone. I reached for the bowl Nicole was busy with like I was about to dip my finger, but at the last moment, twitched my finger, sending the bowl on the floor. “Ups. Sorry Nicole, so clumsy,” I murmured, not bothering to look sincere. They looked at me, and I just nodded downward. For Katie, it was a signal saying everything was under control, however, for Nicole, it had a different meaning, especially when I dragged my stained finger along my shaft, indicating my desires. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up,” Nicole said instantly, and grabbed a pile of paper towel before falling to her knees. I moved back slightly, just giving Nicole just enough space to squeeze between the counter and my body, and gave thumbs up to Katie, who was shocked at my daring. 

‘I’ll warn you when she’s about to finish,’ I said to her, gesturing her to unbutton her blouse once more. Her face reddened enough to contrast greatly with her beautiful hair, but still, no matter how hesitant, she followed my direction. Meanwhile, a familiar warmth enveloped my shaft, creeping up slowly as Nicole did her best to devour it without making a sound to alert Katie. 

Meanwhile, Katie received another message from me. ‘Remove the bra,’ it read, pushing Katie’s blush to an unbelievable level. Her head dipped down to the counter, clearly afraid of being caught by Nicole, but a nod from me proved enough to bolster her courage. “So, what happened next with your history project?” I asked, indicating her to continue talking to avoid Nicole’s suspicion. 

Katie nodded and continued her tale, though since she had more important issues, her story lost any sense of cohesion. Luckily, Nicole was not in a position to pay attention to that. Meanwhile, Katie reached to her back, and a bit of fumbling later, her modest bra came off, revealing her slender body to my eyes. This time, I raised my phone and acted like I took a picture of her while I actually started recording video. 

Katie put her arms around her chest for a moment. I lowered my phone down to reestablish eye contact, though Katie wasn’t aware of my other objective, namely, recording Nicole as she tried to devour my shaft in front of her daughter. It was turning out to be an amazing video. Pity that I couldn’t share it with anyone else. I leaned forward to warn Katie, which had the added benefit of locking Nicole against the counter and pushing my shaft deeper into her throat. Despite her best efforts, a gag escaped Nicole’s mouth. Luckily, Katie was too distracted by her own ordeal to catch it. 

‘Play with your breasts,’ I said in another message. This time, Katie followed my order immediately. I held the phone with one hand, recording Katie while I crouched enough to put my elbow on the counter, then my other hand dipped down and grabbed Nicole’s breasts over the t-shirt, discovering that her bra was just as fragile as her panties. I sank my fingers deep while I sent another message to Katie, this time asking her to remove her panties. 

She mouthed a silent complaint in panic, but I just looked at her disappointingly. “Are you sure you have done your best to impress your teacher in your project,” I said, disguising my argument as a pointless comment to her senseless story to avoid Nicole’s attention. My comment didn’t work well in the flow of the story, but luckily, Nicole had many more important things to pay attention to. 

Katie still looked resistant, so I sent a string of frowns, replicating my own expression. Maintaining that frown might have been the hardest thing I had ever attempted in my life. It was hard to fake unhappiness while receiving a blowjob from a voluptuous brunette while simultaneously receiving a reluctant striptease from a barely legal nerdy beauty. Still, I somehow managed to fake it enough to convince said nerdy beauty, because her hands disappeared under her skirt, riding it up to reveal her thin yet shapely legs. 

Her story paused when her fingers hooked around her panties and pulled them slowly, her skirt immediately falling down to hide the treasure underneath. “Excellent,” I said as I turned my attention to Katie. At the same time, I wrote her another message. ‘I’m impressed.” Then, I sent another message. ‘That’s enough excitement for a day, you can go to your room. Or if you want to have another lesson, you can go to the basement and wait for me there,’ it said. She looked at the screen in conflict, making me curious about which one it would prefer. I watched her as she stuffed her underwear to her bag before reaching for her blouse, but another message arrived at that moment. ‘One last thing, remove the rest of your clothes before you reach the stairs, I want you to be naked at the end of whichever stairs you prefer,’ said the message.  

It was a stretch goal, but I was happy when Katie just nodded obediently and pulled her blouse over her head before she started walking. She tried to wink at me suggestively, but her shyness prevented her from reflecting the gravitas that the move deserved. Still, it assisted Nicole’s lips greatly in their task of bringing me to climax. Katie walked away, doing her best to add a sexy sway to her hips, but her lack of experience was clear. 

Soon, I had to lean forward exaggeratedly to see Katie, which, of course, pushed my shaft even deeper to Nicole, who failed to keep her gags under control. Katie wasn’t far away enough to miss it, but she had many more important things to focus on. I lost the sight of Katie when she reached the stairs, but not before she slipped out of the skirt and revealed her cute bottom to my sight. ‘Send a selfie from the top of the stairs,’ I said before turning my attention back to Nicole, grabbing her head with both hands and started impaling her mercilessly. 

The buzzing of the phone, revealing a completely naked Katie sitting at the end of the stairs that led to my basement, her legs crossed in an attempt to look self-confident gave me an irresistible push toward the climax, and I filled Nicole’s mouth with my seed. After the long denial, it resembled a new spring, filling Nicole’s unprepared mouth completely before spilling out, staining her shirt. She looked at me, begging, though I didn’t know whether she was asking me to stop or to bring her to her bedroom before we continue. 

Regardless, the answer was negative…