Accidental Villainy 39 (Patreon)

“Jason,” she gasped in arousal as I took a step forward, enjoying the sight of her sexy body from an excellent angle. 

“Yes, Emily,” I said, deliberately using her name. Somehow, it made the moment even sexier. It risked breaking the spell, but when I raised the phone once more and looked at her from the screen, her passion returned with a significant increase. “You have your toy. Why don’t you start playing with it?” 

“Excellent idea,” she said, even when I took a step forward and positioned myself in a way to cut her escape route. Her earlier reticence gone, she grabbed my shaft with the same hand she had been masturbating, her fingers still wet. 

Her fingers danced while I took several photos, but not before turning on the volume to the maximum, the artificial shutter sound echoing in the silence of the room. Anyone else, the idea that they were being recorded while giving a naked — well, technically half naked, but with the way she sat, it didn’t matter — handjob would have scared them. 

It made her even more excited. 

“Come on, Emily. I’m sure a sexy model like you could put that to use much more effectively.” 

“What a demanding photographer,” she said. I didn’t respond, as it wouldn’t be fair, since she followed that by leaning forward and capturing my girth with her beautiful lips. For all her displays, the way she moved was hesitant, showing her lack of experience with the real thing. 

I said nothing, but I made sure to wear a satisfied smile. Enthusiasm could always overcome a lack of experience, and she was certainly not lacking in that aspect. Soon, she got more familiar with my presence, taking it deeper and deeper, and every second of it had been immortalized forever. 

“How about we try something different,” I suggested a minute after we started. 

“Like what,” she said. 

“I have a feeling that your pretty breasts would look amazing wrapped around my cock,” I said, deliberately abandoning the earlier ambiguity for crassness. We had already played enough. 

“What an excellent idea,” she said as she rose to her knees. Her tits wrapped warmly around my presence, and she started moving up and down, maddeningly slow. I would have assumed it was her inexperience, but the maddening grin she wore showed that it was deliberate. 

Naughty. Too bad I knew exactly how to counter it. I kept taking photos, but I raised my foot against her skirt, gently raising it until my foot was against her pussy, with the fabric of her skirt as a layer. “Ohh,” she gasped.

“Is something wrong?” I asked with exaggerated concern, wearing a matching smirk. 

“N-nothing,” she said, quick to recognize the challenge and accept it readily. 

She chose … poorly. 

My foot started to move to her exact pace, but I had the added benefit of my power, allowing me to cheat on the exact pressure I applied. Her breath sped up instantly while her eyes widened, the pleasure hitting her hard. 

She picked up speed. I matched it. She smiled victoriously for a second, thinking that her climax was not too far away, but soon, that was replaced by a shocked expression. Despite the speed, she stayed at the edge. 

Naughty. 

“I … I see,” she whispered, then leaned forward to capture the head of my shaft, her tits still wrapped around the base as she moved back and forth desperately, trying to push me to climax to earn hers. 

It was tempting to teach her the risks of assuming such a thing, but she had helped too much to turn the night into a lesson. 

We had enough time in the future. 

Instead, I focused on capturing the amazing view as she finally achieved her target, which ended up with her face painted beautifully. I crouched down, and slipped my fingers inside her wetness. She said nothing, just moaned furiously as I pumped her. 

And climaxed. 

I made sure to take a lot of photos of that memorable event as I took a step back. Then, I sat next to her. “Now, do you want to check these amazing photos?” 

She looked at me absentmindedly, like she was trying to understand why I wasn’t continuing with our fun. That confusion disappeared when I pulled her on my lap, and opened the gallery. “This is a personal favorite of mine,” I said as I opened one of the earlier photos.  

“May I grab a wet wipe,” she asked. 

“No.  You look very photogenic like this,” I replied as I moved to the latest photos, showing one I took from close, her face covered with my seed. “Don’t you agree?” 

“I … I agree,” she said, shivering. A moan followed as I slipped a hand under her skirt until life returned to my shaft. 

Under the circumstances, it didn’t take long. Barely half a minute later, I pulled my hand out. “Do you mind holding the phone for a moment,” I said. She did, and I grabbed her legs, lifting her for a moment…

Only to lower right onto my hard shaft. The moan she let out as I pressed against her entrance was beautiful … but I was more occupied by the fact she once again turned on the camera, taking our pictures. “Let’s make it a better pose,” I said as I removed her skirt. With only her stockings and garter belt on, her face still stained, she looked spectacular. 

I pushed inside her slowly. She moaned and trembled as her body parted for my invasion, but she still took a number of photos without a break. 

“You’re a very good photographer,” I said even as I tightened my grip on her thighs, parting her legs wide. “Now, let’s give you a worthy pose.” 

I had been planning to take it slow, but her moans left no doubt that, at this point, she preferred something more exciting. I started to impale her repeatedly, her voice filling the room. “Faster,” she moaned. 

“As you wish,” I said as I pulled out for a moment, just enough to throw her on the bed face first, then I took her prone body from behind even as I took her phone with one hand, and grabbed her hair with the other. “Smile for the camera,” I said as I took another photo. 

“I look so…” she whispered, horrified yet fascinated at the same time. 

“Beautiful,” I completed even as I pulled her hair back, happy with the role reversal. As much as I liked her teasing, I had to admit, I was far more partial to being the controller. 

She moaned as I invaded her repeatedly, but even with the pleasure invading her, she managed to change her pose. Soon, she was on all fours, her tits dancing with each push, which created far better photos. I let her hair go and focused on her breasts, squeezing them while destroying their perfect rhythm. 

She just moaned. 

“Give me an even better expression,” I said as I flipped her once more. She lay on her back, her legs wide open invitingly. I slid in. “Play with your tits, I want to see passion and joy,” I ordered, finally acting like a proper photographer and asking for the poses I wanted. 

She might have reacted that negatively earlier, but lost in the throes of passion, her only reaction was to moan louder. I took more photos in a frenzy,  matching the passion she displayed as she mauled her breasts. 

It didn’t take long for her to climax again, but I continued impaling her, not giving her a moment to recover. 

After all, multiple orgasms were a much better reward than a few photos. “It feels amazing,” she moaned as she abandoned herself to pleasure. Minutes passed, but when she tightened around me once more, I was at my limit as well. 

I pulled out at the last second, covering her stomach and her tits with my seed to match her face. She just lay there, lost in pleasure. After multiple orgasms, it was a miracle she was conscious, so I didn’t tease her about that. 

She did look amazing in the pictures. 

Working with her was going to be fun…