Chapter 3
Melanie was at Ivor Goodson's studio the following morning at nine on the dot.
"We start with you fully dressed," he told her. "That's the way the magazines like it. There's some coffee in the pot over there in the kitchen, on the stove. Pour yourself a cup, then let's get to work."
Melanie drank two cups of coffee, then posed in what she was wearing, a pullover white sweater and a green skirt. Since she had expected to pose totally naked, she hadn't bothered wearing pantyhose, but instead had put on socks and flat-heeled shoes.
It didn't take long for her to realize she was feeling warm inside, and it wasn't from all the work, since they really hadn't started work. When Goodson posed her on the bed, and this time the bed was made up with fancy satin sheets and blue covers, he began handling her breasts, but he was doing it so matter-of-factly, it never occurred to her he was trying to be passionate about it. All she did know was that her breasts were on fire, and when he touched them, lifting them a little now and again, she found herself unaccountably becoming excited. Everything was exciting her, now. She was on fire inside, and wondered what was in the coffee he had given her.
He had slides of erotic scenes showing on the wall, claiming he wanted them in the pictures he was taking too, but just looking at all of this was arousing the thrilled young woman. A recording of moans and gasps helped to intensify her excitement. Her nipples were already hardening through the taut material of her brassiere, pushing against her pullover. Now he was sitting beside her on the bed, no longer even pretending to take pictures, and Melanie's mind was whirling so that somehow she really didn't seem to care. She was lying on the bed, her arms straight out behind her, supporting her upper torso, with her head lolling back, and her tender breasts were lifted high.
The handsome photographer was well aware of what was happening to her since he had added a pinch of ginseng to the coffee. He was well aware her breasts were straining to be released by now, wanting the sweater to be taken off and the brassiere to be removed, as well. Melanie didn't know what was coming over her, but she was aware she was allowing the photographer to handle her, and she wasn't putting up any kind of a fight.
Goodson's large cock swelled in the tightness of his pants and his throbbing balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he was barely able to contain his impetuosity. He had spent a longtime talking with her agent the previous night, and from what he was able to understand, she was supposed to be one of those untouchable cunts, which meant she was probably a virgin, or damn close to being one. Hell! She was going to be one hell of a delicious fuck.
A warning sounded In the back of Melanie's aphrodisiaced mind, but it seemed too far away to be real, too dimmed by the ginseng and the heady surroundings of the erotic slides and the aroma of incense as she realized he was burning something in a little incense burner. She tried hard to move the man's fingers from her breasts, but all she really succeeded in doing was resting her hand on top of his. Then her hand fell away.
"Don't ... do ... that ... " she said, trying to sound as if she were snapping out a command to him. "Let me sit up, and either go on and take pictures, or just let me get out of ... here."
The man only smiled and pulled her sweater over her head, turning it inside-out as he yanked it from her and threw it somewhere across the room. Then he tightened his fingers, reaching around her and opening her brassiere snaps.
Melanie was panting hard, laboring for breath, and she wriggled all the harder. She suddenly realized her vaginal lips were sodden with fluids from within. Not only that, they were swollen, and rubbing against the bedcovers, making her feel the arousal within her more strongly than ever.
"Ohhhh ... uhhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... don't ... " she continued gasping. "Don't ... you're hurting me ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... you're hurting me ... you'll tear my clothes ... stop!"
This was ridiculous. She knew common sensibly she ought to pull away from him, put on her clothing and get the hell out of here. The man wasn't taking pictures. He was taking advantage.
But the harder she struggled the more aroused she became, and she began to realize her nerves were shattered and her brain was whirling with the ginseng she had swallowed. It first occurred to her that the man was no longer posing her, but was fondling her pert breasts very freely, trying to intensify the feelings over powering her.
"No ... no ... don't!" she gasped. "I ... uuunhhhh ... don't want to do this. I've ... uhhhh ... never gone this far, before."
"Come, on, sweetheart," Goodson laughed. "You aren't going to get anywhere in this world hogging that cherry of yours. Besides, think about it, there has to be a first time for everything."
"But I don't want ... "
"You're a big girl now, Melanie, not some dumb little pussy who naively walks in off the streets expecting the world is waiting for her with open arms. You have to earn your way, like everyone else in this world."
"Everyone else?" she gasped. "Are you telling me other models do this with you?"
"Eventually, every single model who poses for me does this with me. It's the only way to get ahead. Some with the girls who pose for other big-time photographers."
Her mind began swimming even more hazily as she looked around the room at the various slides on the walls. There weren't just drawings as she had supposed, originally. These were slides obviously taken by Ivor Goodson of some of the hardcore work he did. Couple after couple was flashed on the wall, unabashedly naked. On one wall there was a quartet forming a daisy chain, and in her whirling brain Melanie almost heard the gasps, grunts, and groans coming from the various figures. Much of the work was in shadow, but the only thing that prevented her from seeing what the various people in the slides were really doing was the fact that the slides were not movies, but stills. The poses, for all their eroticism, were frozen.
"Look on that wall over there," Goodson told her, motioning with his chin at tut wall to her far left. "The blonde girl in that slide is Sheree Edwins, the top model in the business, today. She started like everyone else, and she was smart enough to understand the score immediately. Sure, her hairdo's changed when she stopped posing for the hardcore stuff and went on to the better magazines, so no one would recognize her, but that's her, with a young, innocent face."
Melanie turned her head and saw the giant-sized reflection of the slide on the wall. She looked carefully at the passion-fevered face of the blonde, and it was indeed Sheree Edwins. A man was openly digging a hand under the short skirt she was wearing in the picture, and his fingers touching the slit under her panties was just barely visible.
The shock staggered Melanie. With a sharp intake of breath she turned back and looked into Ivor Goodson's evilly handsome face only to discover she was feeling a prurient tingle somewhere deep in her quivering belly, deep inside the untouched cavern of her vagina. A seeping moisture was starting to increase.
Goodson was now slowly insinuating his own hand up Melanie's own skirt, as if copying the action visible on the left wall. His strong fingers were already kneading her soft and tender flesh, pressing the resilient white skin while his other hand casually began unbuttoning her frilly blouse, a blouse she had purchased only a week before.
"Mr. Goodson ... " she whimpered. "Please ... please ... I don't want to get ahead this way. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Hogwash!" Goodson snapped. "All girls are basically that kind of girl—especially in this business," he sneered at her. "You have one fantastically sexy little body, and if no one has touched it up to now, all that means is that it's been going to waste. Waste not, want not! Things are going to change radically, as of today."
Her bra was now totally removed and flung onto the floor along with her sweater. Now he simply sat there with the girl across his lap, staring at the fullness of her mammarial moons, and he had to admit, even if they weren't huge, they were perfectly round, and now that she was totally naked from the waist up, and he was concentrating on her as a sex object rather than a model, he was enjoying the sight of her, immensely. He wasn't thinking the least little bit about what she would look like before a camera. Right now his sole interest in her was in the way she looked as someone about to satisfy him. Melanie was shivering even though it was a spring day outside, and the room was warm.
The lovely brunette's breath came in pantingly short spasms and she began blushing furiously with shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower away from him, sliding off his lap and onto the mattress, hunching over, protectively. Goodson smiled and grabbed her hair, forcing her to sit upright, her rounded breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out for him to admire.
Somewhere near the bed was a switch, and he pressed it, and all the slide pictures on the walls changed at once. Melanie wasn't aware of it at first, until he said, "Now take a look at the walls and maybe you'll understand precisely why I can't let you out of here until I've fucked you solidly, honey."
She lifted her eyes and looked at the four walls. On each wall there was a slide of herself, in full color, her vagina prominently displayed. In one of the photos she was on her knees with her buttocks high up, her vagina prominently displayed as her thighs were spread wide open. It was one of the first photos taken because she saw a large clump of black hair covering her outer labia. However, on the other three walls the pictures showed the way he had trimmed the fur around her pussy into a heart shape. In one photo she lay on her back with a pillow propped under her buttocks, her thighs wide apart, her vagina still the most prominent part of her. In the third slide she had her hands on her knees, pulling them wide apart, displaying her inner vaginal lips stickily open. In the last picture, there was a close-up of her vagina, and above the top of her vaginal lips her face, slightly out-of-focus, was barely visible, but visible enough for her to recognize herself.
Goodson had two hands on her breasts now, and he was massaging her twin paps eagerly. The sight of herself on the walls had to be even more erotic than the scenes of Sheree Edwins being manhandled. She realized she had an even better body than Sheree had possessed when she had been young, naive, and had come here to pose for photos.
Goodson reached out and pushed another button on a console that stood on a small table near the bed. Sounds of erotic panting and breathing, as well as gurgling, filled the room. Melanie's mind was whirling, and she gasped, "These are all posed, and you know it. I posed for you, and nothing more."
"Yes," he admitted. "But the photos of the others were not posed. What's more, there'll come a time when I'll take photos of you that aren't posed."
"I don't believe that any of these girls were willing to do such terrible things," she insisted. "I'm certain everything was posed."
"You're wrong," he told her. "I said to you, everyone has to earn their way in this world, and the top fashion-models are no different. See, for yourself."
He pressed another button on the console, and the slides disappeared, and on the far wall she saw a motion picture. It was a naked Sheree Edwins on the very bed on which she was now lying, her head rolling from side to side. A man's hand was delving into the blonde, curly pelvic hairs so widely and openly displayed between her thighs. The model's legs were quivering as if palsied, splayed widely to let the camera see everything and anything taking place. This was totally different from looking at all the stills at which she had been staring. This was building unwanted heat in Melanie to a new, fevered pitch.
The lovely brunette continued staring at the nakedly squirming spectacle on the wall. All the while Ivor Goodson was playing with her body, building the heat higher and higher inside her.
Other motion pictures now snapped on, as if timed to come in at this moment, and there were pictures on all four walls, creating the feeling Melanie was part of an orgy. Men and women were constantly running around, playing with one another, rutting like so many different wild animals. She wouldn't have believed such a thing would take place were she not witnessing the film of it with her own eyes. She knew none of this was faked. It was the real thing.
The flooding heat coming from between her own thighs was so heavy, she was aware of her inner womanly juices staining her own panties as she felt the moistness seeping between the clenched crevice of her rounded buttocks. As the hand of Ivor Goodson wormed its way more insistently against her shuddering crotch, the continuing sense of pleasure she was feeling began to mount, and she rationalized that she was feeling all this solely because of everything at which she was looking. Her mind, now totally overwhelmed by the ginseng she had swallowed, was starting to accept everything. It was wrong, it was wicked, but it was oh-so-delightful. She clamped her eyelids tightly closed, panting like an overworked race horse, resigning herself to the lurid sensations coursing uncontrolled through her overheated body.
Abruptly she was shocked almost totally out of her reverie. Goodson's fingers were probing between her vaginal lips, at the doorway to her virginity. A finger had insinuated itself into her while her mind had wildly drifted this way and that intrigued at the sight of what was happening on the four walls. Every woman in each of the four movies was not only capitulating to the men, but was willingly enjoying what was happening. She was aware of Goodson's finger snaking its way inside her panty crotch and rubbing the moist, warm lips of her seeping vagina. She squirmed in the hope of getting his finger away from her, but her movements seemed to aid the man. His middle finger was sliding in and out, less than an inch, but it was poking into the tunnel of her body in which only a gynecologist had previously looked and felt. He was teasing and tantalizing her with his tactile titrations until she was ready to leap off the bed and crawl around the room in order to put out the unquenchable fires continually mounting in her helplessly contracting vagina. The sight of Sheree Edwins, the most beautiful and stunning of today's models, being entered by a virilely strong male, her body being buffeted solidly into the bed in which she, herself was now lying, was too much for her to withstand.
Yet from somewhere the warning voice in the back of her mind managed to reach her frontal lobes, and she found the strength once again to resist.
"No!" she gasped out loud. "No! No! No! Don't touch me down there! Let me go!"
Goodson's only reply was to simply grip the crotch of her panties and twist until he had torn them from her shuddering body.
"Stop being such a goddamned cockteaser!" he growled.
"I'm ... uhhh ... not teasing," she gasped out loud. "Damn it, let me go!"
Goodson almost burst out loud with laughter, saying, "Are you serious? Do you think after getting this worked up over you I'm just going to let you get up and walk the hell on out of here? Hell, honey! Even if I were dumb enough to pull a stunt like that, you wouldn't know what to do to relieve the ache inside you. I caused the feelings you now have, and I'm the only cure for them."
The young virgin gasped as she realized he was telling her the truth about the feelings working their way around inside her. She had no idea just how to relieve the aches she was feeling.
On one of the screens, she saw Sheree Edwins was being brought to a whining pitch, and the sounds coming from the sound system playing all around the room seemed to be almost coming from the mouth of the blonde who was on the far wall. The man on the screen who was with her was pumping wildly between her thighs, and the blonde was responding equally wildly. Then the man pulled out and slowly began kissing his way down Sheree's body, and as his head moved lower and lower, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of Sheree's cunt. The man's face was mere inches from the seething pussy.
The camera cut to Sheree's face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were waxen balls of lust. It was obvious she, too, had been drugged at the time. Then the man with her was massaging the flat plane of her belly and massaging the outer flanges of her sucking vaginal lips, pulling outward, totally exposing the rich pink meat of her inner lips as the camera once again locked on her vagina. The bud of her clitoris stood erect, and it was a bright-red against her otherwise pink flesh, clearly in view above the shadowed mouth of her clitoris.
Goodson, realizing the sight of all this was swamping the girl's mind, decided to give it yet another shove in the direction in which he wished her to go. He dug a reefer out of his drawer and lit it with his free hand, while his other hand continued working in and out of her seething pussy. Then, while his thumb titillated the bud of her clitoris, he pushed the reefer between her lips, feeling the way her puckered lips were trembling.
"Suck on it, baby," he told her. "Suck on it, and whatever smoke comes out don't pull into your lungs. Swallow it into your belly. This way, your lungs don't get contaminated, but you get the feeling just the same."
Like an automaton, the helpless Melanie, who had never even had a regular cigarette between her lips, pulled on the marijuana, and the sweetish, acrid smoke curled into her belly, and from there it seemingly wandered into her tantalized brain. It performed all kinds of miracles, blotting out the seeming evil of all that was happening, filtering out her own fears, replacing everything with a thrilling, delightful kind of wickedness.
She stared at the far wall, watching with overt fascination as the man in the picture let his tongue flicker over the wide-open, poutingly offered vaginal orifice of the famous model, Sheree Edwins. Her own body began wildly jerking as she saw Sheree responding again and again with mounting spasms of excitement. Her hips began rolling in a heavy undulation, moving from side to side, and the man between Sheree's thighs had more and more room in which to bury his face.
Melanie dragged all the more deeply on the "grass" and felt as if her entire body was beginning to blossom with new, totally unfathomable sensations of lusting delight. She was caught in a mindless, uncontrollable desire to participate in what she was seeing. God! It was as if the people in the movies were real, and she wanted to belong to their group. Oh God! Yes! She had to belong to this wonderful group.
"All right, honey," Ivor Goodson said to her. "It's time to let old Ivor take a gander at that sweet little pussy of yours he's been touching. I'll bet you're nice and hot and juicy down there, by now."
The licentious demand of the hungering photographer excited the virgin brunette even more, and she moaned in her drugged stupor as, without protest, she now surrendered her vaginal slash to his lustful desires. The man pushed her rounded buttocks higher, then removed her panty waistband. Now he found the buttons to her new skirt and undid them. Then he eased the skirt down her legs, saying, "You won't need any of this stuff for awhile. When you go, don't worry, I'll have a fresh pair of panties for you. I keep a supply of them on hand."
Melanie felt as if her body was so much loose rubber in the tight grip of the man. She was completely mesmerized by the sights, sounds, and drugs infiltrating her mind.
He took the roach from between her lips and stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray. Then he stared at the delightful slash of the vagina where, only the day before, he had cut and shaved away all hair except for the heart-shaped outer rim of black fuzz.
He had her naked as the day she was born, and Melanie sprawled deliriously thrilled back on the bed, breathing and panting heavily as she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the pictures of Sheree Edwins spreading her thighs wide, then clamping them tightly closed around the head of the man between them. Her own nubile form was an entrancing combination of raven ebony and alabaster whiteness, especially where her breasts and asscheeks swelled, with a touch of pink color running below the triangle of her pubic mount.
Ivor Goodwin had fucked a lot of models in his time, but he had to admit, this one not only had one of the ripest bodies of the lot, but she was responding more avidly than any of the others, initially. Christ! She was literally a pure, innocent blossom of womanhood, and he was going to be the one to deflower her. Usually he let some stud take a woman first because he didn't like the idea of getting messed up with virgin blood. But this one was so stunning, when he had sent her home the previous day with instructions to return, he was determined his was going to be the first cock to enter her.
Her mewlings of lust goaded his throbbing cock to even stiffer hardness. He was well aware of the throbbing and pounding of his shaft as blood beat through the blood vessels, and tiny colorless droplets seeped from the slit and coated the head, making it shine.
His fingers began crawling into the seething valley of her maidenhood, wet as it was with her emissions. He began solidly rubbing her clitoris, and when the girl felt the pressure of his finger against her tiny little bud, some sense of reality returned to her. She remembered hearing how painful defloration was supposed to be, and panicky gasps began rising from somewhere deep in her agonized lungs.
"Not ... so ... hard ... " she panted. "I've ... uhhhhhh ... never ... aaaannnnhhhh ... done anything ... oooonnnnhhhh ... like this ... before ..."
Melanie was sliding on the bed, sliding, sliding, sliding, and then she was slithering off the bed, onto the large rug on the wooden floor, moving crazily, uncontrollably as the man continued rubbing her clitoris with his finger. Goodson remained beside her the entire time, never once letting up with his hand. She writhed and squirmed on the floor, feeling as abandoned as all the others in the movies on the four walls. Her nerves felt stripped bare under the obscenely delightful torture of his finger rubbing her clitoris.
Completely enjoying himself, the handsome studio photographer crouched down beside her and spread the sodden lips of her quaking vagina, slipping his middle finger once again into the tightness of her innocent vaginal oriel. He pushed deeper, caressing her previously untouched vaginal walls, and her inner vulva sucked tightly around the probing finger as it drove deeper and deeper. He began a deliberate in-and-out movement all over again in a slow, teasing fucking motion, wanting the lovely brunette even wetter, knowing he was shortly going to fuck her, and the pain of his impending entrance into her body would be that much less. Hell! That impalement was due to take place shortly, or he would shoot in his pants.
On the far wall, it was plain the man who had been sucking Sheree Edwins's cunt was no longer satisfied with merely cunt lapping. He had already had his cock inside Sheree, now he intended probing with it one more time, filling her with all his masculine meat.
From where she lay on the floor, Melanie was still able to see the far wall, and she stared as the camera zoomed in on the man's humungous phallus. Good Lord! It was immense, really immense. She wondered how Sheree had been able to take the organ inside her, earlier. She gaped at the thickness of it, certain it must be longer and broader at the moment than it had been when he had initially pumped into her.
Obviously Sheree Edwins was used to this kind of treatment, but the camera focusing on the blonde's cunt had shown how tight and narrow the orifice was. Melanie found her eyes locked on the movie, staring at the huge penis as the man arched his body over that of the trembling Sheree. It soon became obvious Sheree was trembling with want and need as she reached out with her right hand, grasped the quiveringly thick phallus, and began anxiously guiding it between her vaginal walls.
Melanie's throat was dry and constricted as she watched the way the man levered his body lower, his thick cock spreading her vaginal lips and sliding ever-so-smoothly into the tiny blonde-bearded mouth, a moaning sigh seemingly coming from the two of them, though in reality it was the sighs stiff coming from the audio system.
Now the man began wildly pumping his throbbing penis in and out, the same way Goodson was probing in and out of her vagina with his thrusting fingers. The blonde locked her ankles around the thighs of the man fucking her, and the tempo in the movie began to build until her asscheeks were visibly making seeming dents in the mattress as she continued grinding her body against his.
Melanie realized her vagina, of its own volition, was now sucking strongly on his fingers, even though he probed with two of them no more than two inches into her. Her hips were wildly thrusting Upward at his hand with the same rhythm the blonde on the far wall was using while being fucked by the stud chosen to service her.
The cords in Melanie's neck were tautly strained as she felt the sexual torrent inside her building higher and higher. She rolled against Goodson, and this forced the man to remove his fingers since he didn't want to hurt her. She twitched and undulated, unable to stop the motion of her bouncing body, not knowing what she was doing or where she was, totally oblivious to all other things in the room. She was concentrating on what was happening to her and she was unable to believe she was so willing to accept it all.
Ivor Goodson didn't want to wait another moment. The throbbing in his aching testicles and the pulsating in his cock was unbearable as aching desire flashed through him. The time had come to fuck this beautiful brunette.
Lying beside her on the floor, he unzipped his pants, pulled off his shirt, then flung everything, including his underclothing, away from him as he got to his knees, crouching over the horizontal brunette, his eyes gleaming with desire and lust for her. God! She was absolutely beautiful.
Melanie stared between the fullness of her small, round palpitating breasts and watched the way his penis jutted out from his loins, throbbing as if it were a living thing unto itself. The tip of the organ touched her, leaving a smear of colorless masculine secretions on her bare thigh, and she began quivering beyond control. This was the first time any male had dared to be so intimate with her, and remembering the way the blonde in the movie had reached up and grasped her lover's penis, she had to stifle the urge to do the same thing with Goodson's cock. She stared at it, highlighted in the lights coming from the various projectors still throwing pictures on the four walls, and it looked white-hot and harder than steel. She mewled, her eyes now wide with wonder and anticipation, as well as with fright as the full impact of what was going to happen suddenly exploded in her brain. He was going to shove his hardened, throbbing cock into her cunt, and looking at the organ, she realized it was every bit as large as the one on the screen, when looked at in proportion to the rest of him. What was more, her own vagina, from the stills she had seen on the walls, looked much tighter and narrower than the one between Sheree Edwins's thighs.
Her throbbing vagina was open and wet and aching for the fat cock, but her mind realized how much she would have to be stretched to accept it, and so she inwardly cried out at the impossibility of accepting such a mammoth organ inside her this first time. Maybe another time, after someone with a thinner organ had more easily stretched her love tunnel, she might be able to take such a huge penis. But now ... it was impossible. Her vagina was much too narrow, inside.
"Don't ... " she gasped. "Don't do it to me, Mr. Goodson," she wept, her voice filled with horror. "I'll do anything else you want ... anything ... but don't do this ... you'll tear me apart ... please ... please ... " she wept as tears flooded from her eyes."
"Anything?" Ivor Goodson loudly snickered. "Anything I want? As often as I want?"
He thought of training her to be his own private little fellatrice. Yes, that would really be something, being the first cock in her mouth, training her to suck the way he wanted her to suck instead of her learning from others, becoming set in her ways, and then sucking his cock as it pleased her to do rather than the way it pleased him.
Then he laughed. Of course she would become a cocksucker. Naturally, it stood to reason he was the one who would have to train her, because she was going to be in a lot of hardcore films he intended shooting. This was no reason to allow her to get away with not fucking for him. No! Her cunt definitely had to be plumbed, today.
"I've never done anything like this!" she pleaded. "I'm afraid of the pain, I'll do anything you want if you don't do this."
"You're wrong," he told her. "You'll do anything I want, whenever I want, as often as I want, because I'm the real key to success as far as your concerned. Me and my cock! What I want right now more than anything else in the whole world is to fuck you, honey. I want you to fuck for me now, and whenever else I tell you to. You do that, and within six months, you'll be rolling in so much money, you'll never have to take crap from anyone else again. Now stop being a dumb twat and do as I tell you. Take my cock and stuff it inside that sweet pussy of yours, right now."
Melanie felt the massive penis now resting as it lay along the full length of her vaginal slit as it defensively clenched in a last-ditch effort to try and keep his throbbing cock out. The swollen head of his pulsating penis jerked between the tight, pink lips, moving down and insinuating itself with a madly teasing pressure into her which made her feel a combination of desperation and desire all the more powerfully.
Her fingers hesitantly trembled as she reached out and touched his swollenly throbbing shaft. Contact with the organ caused a thrilling electric shock to pulsate through her trembling body, moving down to the gently throbbing hole between her shuddering thighs. She tugged the rigid phallus against her, rubbing the tip up and down until the bulbous onion fitted between her cuntlips, feeling them stretch around the organ like a tight oval ring. The head fitted against her narrow opening like a cork into a flask. Her hips tensed themselves, and little by little more and more of his pulsating organ forced its way into her tight, but elastic flesh, probing deeper and deeper.
"Ungh!" she gasped, feeling pain as her interior was being forced to open wider to accommodate the pulsating organ.
"Son of a bitch!" he gasped. "You're the tightest cunt I've ever known," he groaned, his body hovering directly above hers. Her tenderly soft vaginal opening felt as if it were bursting at the seams, and the pain was becoming more and more intense until it was unbearable.
"Aaamaiiiiiii!" she gasped. "Stop, Mr. Goodson ... stop! You're hurting me ... you're splitting me apart down there! No more ... no more ... please ... no more ... "
Her words were suddenly cut off as the blunt tip of his throbbing cock slammed against her resisting hymen. A searing agony raced from the depths of her quivering loins, making her scream even louder, "N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... aaaannnngggghhhhh!"
"Yesssssss!" he hissed at her.
"My God! Stop it!" she blubbered softly. "This is pure agony. Nothing is worth this."
"Nothing?" he asked, panting, his cock-head still pressing against her hymen. "This is your whole future, Melanie. If I pull out right now, you don't get a job anywhere, at least not in the modeling profession. As a photographer, I have an in with every other photographer in town, and I'll pass the word around never to use you in anything. You go through with this, and your agent will get you more business than you'll ever be able to handle because I'll pass the word out that Melanie Lamarr is great. You'll get a hundred-and-a-half, maybe more, an hour, six hours a day, at least four days a week, maybe five. Is this hot little cunt of yours with its cherry intact really worth throwing away a whole lifetime of modeling opportunities. You know, with the proper exercise and diets you can be a model for a good ten or fifteen years, and in that time you'll get so many offers that when the time comes for you to leave the game, you'll have millions, literally millions stashed away. Now all this can be kissed off right now if I take my cock out of your cunt. All you have to do is say, 'Break my cherry, Ivor.' You don't have to beg, you don't have to plead, you don't have to scrounge. Just say those words, and you're on your way to making millions."
Taking a deep breath, Melanie wiped the tears from her eyes. Nothing and no one was going to stop her from achieving her goal. She looked up at him and gasped out, "Break my cherry, Ivor."
"Thatta girl," he said, smiling. "Now I'll show you how it's done, and believe me, after today, there'll never be pain in that sweet pussy of yours again. You'll be welcoming cocks into you as if they all belonged there."
The man ground slowly and deliberately against her shuddering hymen, wanting her to understand she was being fucked by what he believed was the best cock in creation. At the moment she was his, all his, and he wanted her to accept that.
The agony was overpowering as he pushed forward, and the lovely brunette Melanie gritted her teeth tightly together as his long, thick, throbbing penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting vaginal membrane. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and her long legs kicked out, thrashing wildly about in order to try easing the pain, but it was to no avail. Grabbing her firm, young buttocks with his hands, the photographer held her very tightly and jerked his hips wildly, ramming his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her protesting belly until the resistance within was suddenly torn from inside her. Now he slid deeper and deeper with just enough resistance to make the whole thing seem delicious until the rounded tip of his penis slammed against the rear of her vagina.
Melanie felt the air rush out of her lungs as pain flooded her body, and she gritted her teeth to keep from yelling again. Her virginity was lost and gone forever, and now that it was gone, she was sorry she had clung to it for so damn long. Her mind was swirling as the penis lay resting inside her, and then slowly, little by little, the throbbing organ began withdrawing, only to push right back inside her. There was still pain, but this time it was less, much less. Passion swirled unhindered through her shuddering body. Her blood was boiling in her veins, and the throbbing penis buried so deeply inside her was slowly beginning to feel good in there. Mmmmm! It was so deep, so good, so delightful. She began rotating her hips and the tiny muscles in her now voluntarily opening vagina worked hungrily at the full length of the throbbing shaft. In spite of the pain she was feeling something else, something good, and she had to admit she liked it.
I want to be fucked! she thought to herself, realizing it was the truth. Aloud, she panted, "Yes, Ivor! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, and fuck me deep."
Goodson reached down around the fullness of her roundly squirming buttocks with a probing forefinger and slowly pressured his way into the smooth, rubbery opening between the walls of her squirming buttocks. He pushed against her anal opening, and her feet kicked high in the air again, her toes curling in a combination of pleasure and discomfort. There was a thin wall separating her rectal channel from her vaginal channel, and she was able to feel his finger pressing against his penis through the membrane.
A whirlwind of new sensation tore through the helplessly shuddering Melanie, and for the first time in her life there seemed to be nothing more important to the brunette except the delicious double-fucking of her vagina and her anus. Soft, coughing cries tumbled from her pursed lips as she locked her slim and narrow ankles around the broad back of the man and tugged, forcing him to skewer her burningly wet cunt with the entire length of his pulsating penis as perspiration began forming in little droplets all over her body.
"Aaaaauuuunnnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuuhhhhhhhh ... " she gasped. "Oh myyyyyy Goddddddd! It's good ... it's good ... more ... more ... more ... ohhhhhh yesssssssssss ... "
"Haaaaannnnhh!" he gasped. "This is ... uuuuhhhh ... called fucking, sweetheart. Get used to it ... ohhhhhhhh ... cause you're going to aaaannnnnnhhhhhhh ... get a lot of it in the future."
His fingers raked the pounding cheeks of her lovely, rounded buttocks as he drove his forefinger into her anus again and again, and her own fingers tore flesh from his flat asscheeks as he tried tugging his cock even more deeply into her body. She rolled about in heat and the hard young phallus continued its powerful surging motions. Her seething womanly pandiculation was becoming more and more accustomed to his driving penile invasion and the thrillingly defensive pressure of her anal walls around his probing finger slowly but surely relaxed as a flood of heated juices drowned his throbbing organ in an ocean of her aroused and excited lubrication. She gasped, responding as he wildly fucked into her with long, hard strokes, wanting to discover what it was like to have a man climax inside her, aching to feel the hot sperm now bubbling in his testicles mingle with the secretions seething in her own vaginal tunnel. This was the only thought now pouring through the beautiful brunette's passionately drugged and clouded brain as she gasped her desires to him.
"Fuck me! Yes, fuck me ... fuck me harder ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... " she began chanting deliriously. "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssssss ... make me feel good ... make me feel whatever it is my ... uhhhhhh ... body is climbing toward."
"It's ... uhhhhh ... called an orgasm, baby," Goodson gasped.
It took all of his willpower to keep the photographer from climaxing then and there as he listened to her loud, wild, and almost totally incoherent babblings. He loved listening to a woman beg for his cock, but he had never really expected Melanie to be clamoring for it this quickly. He thrilled to the way her seethingly hot vagina tightly clasped around his penis like a burning, fleshy glove. He had smashed her hymen, the only real obstacle to her enjoyment of sex, and she had let it wash right out of her mind, concentrating on the pleasure instead of the pain. This was a pussy who was really going to get somewhere in her profession, but long before she got there, he intended taking his fill of hardcore photos of her.
"You know," he said to her, "you're a real bitch, Melanie. But you're going to make it big in the modeling world. In a few years time you won't even want to know me. But until then, I'm going to take full advantage of this lush body of yours. I'm going to build you up even bigger than Sheree Edwins, just as long as you remember who built your career for you, and just whose bitch you are in the first place."
"I'm yours, all yours, Ivor," she said, using his given name for the first time, willing at this point to agree to whatever he wanted as long as he didn't stop this magnificent fucking into the seething tightness of her sucking pussy. Her cunt was awakened as never before. "Oh God, yes," she gasped. "I'm yours, all yours. Use me, fuck me, and make me a rich woman, Ivor. I'll show my gratitude in any and every way you want."
She was shocked by what she was saying to him, because until now she had walked all over men, with the exception of Marty Charles. She was even prepared to walk all over him, except it was impossible to walk over a man like that. Still, she was willing to bet Marty wanted to fuck her, and she was getting a sadistic kind of revenge by letting Ivor into her, first. Right now, all that mattered was to have that orgasm he had mentioned. Among some of her girl friends she knew it was known as reaching a climax, or coming. Yes, that was it, coming. She wanted to come. She ached to reach that magical summit rising deep in her young and quivering body.
"Like it?" Ivor asked, as if taunting her.
"Love it!" she replied, letting him know he was not really dominating her in spite of having started out by forcing her to give him her cunt. "Fuck me harder, Ivor. You can fuck me whenever you wish ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... as long as there's work to go with it."
"There'll always be work for you, baby," he told her, continuing his assault on her narrowly squirming cunt and even more narrow rectum, his balls ready to explode and blow apart with the impending release.
He tried keeping his mind away from what he was doing, wanting to hold out just long enough to make her climax. He saw the lusting look in her eyes, but he also knew her mind was working behind those eyes. Ivor knew his women, and he knew Melanie well enough already so that he was certain she was thinking how she'd be able to profit from this the most. Well she had to learn he was the boss, so he would throw her a bone, and then make good use of her in the future.
"Tomorrow ... " he grunted, "I'm ... uhhhhhh ... doing an ad for ... hhhhaaaannnngghhhh ... Turtledove Perfume. I can ... uhhhhhh ... use you for the ad. But in return ... aaaannnnhhhh ... for this ... ohhhhhh ... you have to do a hardcore film for me."
Melanie's gut wrenched at the idea of acting in a triple-x film. The mere idea turned her intestines, making her feel a little sick. "No ... no ... I can't do something like that," she cried out, squirming and twisting her body. "No, Ivor, not hardcore!"
Ivor stopped plunging his throbbing cock in and out of her. The beautiful Melanie, lost in her euphoric cloud of sex, still continued her inner vaginal throbbings, squeezing her walls around his cock for some time until she realized he wasn't moving. His cock lay full length, motionless in her vagina.
"Fuck me, Ivor!" she wailed out loud. "Please ... please fuck me! Don't stop! For God's sake, why did you stop?"
"What about the hardcore film?" he asked. "I need you for it, Melanie. Hell! I'll give you a blonde wig so no one'll recognize you, but I want you making that film for me. From now on, when I give you an order, you do it, understand?" His voice cut into her brain, lashing her like a bull whip.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, clenching her eyes tightly shut, shuddering with humiliation and shame, her conscience-stricken mind a ferment of complete emotional conflicts. She was unable to stand this stalemate any longer. Five minutes earlier she would have done anything not to let him do this to her. Now she was willing to do anything to let him continue with what he was doing. Sex was the only thing of importance in her mind, and since a hardcore film had to do with sex, yes, she was willing to do what he wanted.
"Well?" Ivor asked.
"All right, all right," she gasped. "I'll do what you want. I'll make the hardcore film. I'll let some stranger fuck me. I'll do anything and everything you say, only I have to come. Please, Ivor, I have to come!"
"You're learning fast, little girl," he told her. "You're one hot little bitch, and you're going to love everything. Hell! You're so hot that even after tonight, you'll need a cock to make you happy at different times of the day or night, you'll see."
He was gloating with victory as he reached down and gripped her hips, worming his forefinger even deeper into the tightness of her narrow anus, surging forward so hard he almost knocked all the wind out of her. The movement caused Melanie to once again sink into the all-enveloping sensation of delight caused by the thrilling drive of his heated prick as it fucked in and out of her vagina with demoniacal force. Hell! He had fucked a lot of cunts in his time, and he had to rate Melanie's right up there with the best of them.
The beautiful brunette's body was dripping with perspiration as she felt the heatedly consuming sexual frenzy which once more shackled her demands to his, driving her thoroughly out of her ever-loving mind. All she wanted, all she needed, all she ached for was the continual movement of his cock inside her seething cunt. All she wanted to do was fuck ... fuck ... fuck! Who would have believed she was under such unbelievable control. Someday she would wrest control from Ivor. She wasn't angry at him for what he was doing to her, but she was peeved that he was ruling her. One day she would find a way to control him!
Ivor groaned as the pressure continued building in his swollen testicles. He found he was unable to contain himself any longer. Christ! The crazy ex-virgin was driving him wild with the tight way her seething cunnus was sucking on his penile rod. She was slamming her fulcrum into his body with all the strength inside her, almost as hard as he was pounding into her.
His hands gripped her asscheeks, though he still had one finger in her rectum, and spread the moons wider apart. Then he plunged his forefinger all the more deeply into her rectum, feeling the underside of his throbbing cock pulsating on the other side of the thin, fleshy wall of membraneous tissue.
"Ohhhhhh hhhhhhh ... yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaahhhhh ... thatttttsssss itttttt ... babbbbbyyyyyy ... " he gasped. "I'm ... uhhhhhh ... allllmossssst therrrrrre ... fuck harrrrrderrrrr ... harrrrderrrr ... uiiuunnhhh ... !"
That was when the lovely brunette shouted to him, "Yes! Yes! Come inside me! Shoot your sperm into me, and it'll make me go over the top, too. Hurry!"
She quivered, sensing the pulsating muscles in his shuddering abdomen tighten against her quivering belly. She tautened her thighs, digging her heels into his buttocks. This was it. This was going to be the first time she was going to have male semen splash inside her. White-hot masculine seed was going to pump into her seething pussy, and she knew without even thinking about it that this was only the first of many, many different splashes of semen to come.
The heatedly long and thick phallus swelled and jerked, and she was able to tell the urethral tube running beneath the underside of his pounding penis was bloated with sperm. He was gasping, moaning and hissing, and the thick, burning liquid splashed deep inside the tightness of her vaginal tunnel, making her pussywalls pulsate in time to the rhythmic spurts of his shooting semen. She shuddered blindly and reacted.
"GGGHHHHAAA ... UUUUNNNNAAARGGGGGHHHHAAAUUUGGGGHHHHOOOOWWWWAAAAHHHOOOWWW ... AAAUUUUUHHHH!" he was bellowing, firing into her time and again. He blasted her body with so much of his sperm, it came trickling out around his pumping cock and began running down her thighs and buttocks, falling on the rug beneath them, staining it. This was when he pulled his finger out of her rectum, gripping her shoulders for better leverage, and just pile-driving into her.
"Hunnnnhhhh! God! Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... whaaaatttt are you ... oooooooohhhh ... dooooooing to me ... what are you doing ... aaaannnnhhh ... my God ... I can feel it in my belly ... my ... oooooh ... vagina ... hhhhannnhhhAAAAllllllYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHH ... UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAAA ... UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Her crying gasps came pouring out of her gulping mouth as their bodies merged into one. Her ankles locked high around his back and her hips twisted upward, clenching hungrily at the length of fleshy hosepipe pounding into her seething cunt. She wildly pulled his ejaculating sperm-shooter ever deeper into her tight pussy.
Melanie gagged incoherently as her own orgasmic juices spun together with the white lava erupting from his throbbing cock, continually overflowing her vagina, running down over his hands as they continued clenching her moon shaped buttocks. Her entire lower body and her breasts heaved up and down, rolling in lewd convulsions of animal climax.
Little by little sanity started creeping back into her brain, and she realized how shamelessly wanton she had been. She also realized all the things to which she had agreed and knew it was too late to back out, now. She had surrendered her virginity, and to turn her back on all of it now would mean her hymen had been sacrificed for nothing.
"You're all right," Goodson told her, still lying on top of her, letting his cock continue to soak in her seething pussy. "You're going to be the biggest thing to hit the fashion modeling world in a long time, Melanie. From now on, you'll be working pretty much for me, except when I tell your agent to give you assignments with other photographers."
"I hope you realize that I expect to be paid for all this time, today," she told him.
"I understand," he nodded. "Besides, I really do have some layouts to do for the high-class mens' magazines. You're going to be star mate of the month as well as of the year for MEN. You're on your way, honey. Here, take a tissue, wipe the sperm from your cunt, and then we'll get down to business."