Chapter 2
The next day was Thursday and Donna went to work with a deep sense of misgiving. Robert hadn't called Wednesday evening as expected and she was tormented with a fear that he had heard about her encounter with the store detective.
It was almost noon before the notion of impending tragedy could be forced from her mind. It was the young man at the camera counter who made her change her mind.
"Why so glum?" he inquired with a soft smile. "Lose your ticket to the Raiders' game Saturday?"
She grinned at his implication, knowing that he knew she was an avid Raider fan.
"Nothing so drastic," she told him with a shake of her head. "Just feeling a little glum."
He gave her a knowing look and his smile grew a little deeper. "How about lunch?" he suggested. "That should cheer you up."
When they were out on the street, strolling slowly along, looking into the windows, Donna promptly forgot her anxiety. She liked the boy. He didn't have a forceful personality like Robert but he was nice. He told her his name was Mitch and asked her to pose for a picture in front of a window that was filled with fall fashions.
His camera was a Polaroid which made instant pictures, popping them out of the front as fast as he punched the release button. He snapped them of her standing on the street corner, sitting on a fireplug. One even waving for a taxi. She looked at the results, finding them a little humorous and cute. Snapshots of her smiling at the camera-a profile for her Grecian bone structure and the view of her sitting on the fire hydrant with her legs crossed. It wasn't until she saw the last shot that she realized he had attempted to photograph more leg than face.
They weren't talking football anymore. Mitch's attention remained on the pictures and he was explaining how photogenic she was, how much he would like to photograph her properly and before she realized it, she had agreed to go by his apartment to look at some of his equipment.
"Only take a few minutes," he explained casually. "It's only a few blocks." When she nodded her assent, he added. "We can have that drink there too."
That was when he took a picture of her waving for a cab.
In the back seat of the cab, he settled down beside her, still talking pictures and film and cameras. It was then that he put his hand in her lap while explaining why the lens aperture had to be opened up if the speed of the shutter was increased. She smiled at his explanation because she didn't understand a word of what he was saying. She pretended not to notice the hand, attempting to keep her mind on what he was saying so she could give him sensible answers.
Then his hand was pulling back her skirt, worming it up to her waist so he could get his hand down inside her brief bikini panties and his finger was touching the soft slit above her pussy. She discovered that her pussy was all wet and her panties were sagging at the crotch from the dampness. She wiggled and said, "Ooooohh." That made him chuckle. After that, his finger wormed up into the soft flesh of her cunt and it felt so good that she just couldn't make him take it away.
He talked all the way to the apartment, keeping her mind so occupied that Donna couldn't think of what she was doing or rationalize the fact they were taking an awful long time to go a few blocks in the cab. When she mentioned it, he patted her on the leg and told her not to worry.
"Lots of time, chickie," he beamed at her. "We're just minutes from the store."
The apartment was nice, she thought, in spite of the fact it was done in a masculine taste with photos of nude women on the walls and a huge stereo console against one wall. Mitch motioned to the pictures proudly. To get the girls in the mood, was the way he explained them. "Naked girls always make the chicks feel less inhibited about posing."
Donna viewed his remark with a bit of suspicion, remembering that she had agreed to being photographed. "I couldn't do that." She hoped that her voice didn't make the statement sound like a rejection.
Mitch shrugged, brushing the thought away. "Doesn't matter. Lots of chicks around."
If his answer was supposed to make her feel rejected, it did. It was like she wasn't desirable, that she was the wrong type for such pictures.
Donna didn't like feeling that way. "Perhaps I could," she said, changing her mind after a few minutes of thought. "No one would have to know."
"Of course not," he agreed briskly. "Absolutely no one." He nodded his head sideways to emphasize the words 'absolutely no one'. Because she wanted to, Donna forgot about the intended nude shots as he shot her standing beside the stereo, then sitting on the floor. One shot had her on the floor with her legs drawn up, skirt pulled back, reading the wording on an album of records. All the while, Mitch talked about her figure, saying it was trim and willowy, that her face was perfect for pictures because of its angular bone structure. Robert had never said anything like that and it made Donna feel good and important. When he suggested just one girlie shot, she said yes again, in spite of the fact she didn't know what he was talking about.
"Now the naked bit," he explained when she asked.
A rise of panic gripped Donna. She hesitated to answer.
His face creased into an amused grin, Mitch handed her one of the photographs of her on the floor.
"I've already seen your cunt. One without your pants would make a much better picture."
She viewed the photo with shock. Wisps of hair were sticking from under the fabric of her bikini bottom and only half of her cunt had been covered by the fabric. Excitement gripped the girl. She moved dreamlike, positioning herself for the camera. Her crotch tingled.
It really wasn't so bad, she decided, as Mitch took picture after picture A photo of her, looking at records, legs up, legs down, legs spread, knees up with legs spread. Each one showing a little more cunt than the former. Donna forgot about stopping and was at the end of the roll of film before she realized that Mitch was snapping picture after picture of her without her clothing.
She forced a feeble grin as she viewed the results. A thin, black-haired girl peered back at her from each square of cardboard, apparently unaware that her cunt was in full view in each of the shots, and in some, the soft cunt lips pulled open for the viewer to look at.
She felt suddenly weak and only partially heard Mitch's next suggestion.
"How about some fuck shots? Me on top of you... you know... like we are fucking?"
The suggestion made Donna numb. She stared at him, shocked at the kind of pictures he meant. A picture of him on top of her, fucking, would mean that both of them would have to be naked. He seemed so honest and so thrilled by taking nude pictures of her that the girl didn't want to come right out and say no. Besides, he was so good looking, his shoulders were so broad, his chest so full that she found herself thinking how nice it would be to look at him naked. She nodded, without speaking. She couldn't say anything because she felt too ashamed.
He undressed, then set up a tripod, placing the camera in position and cocking the automatic shutter. Then he nodded that he was ready.
She got on the sofa first, legs spread, peering up at the spot where he would be after he pushed the button and raced to take his position. She smiled softly.
He sighted once more through the finder, made adjustments, found the view most to his liking and released the timer. Three long strides carried him to the sofa and he flopped down over her, his prick between her legs, his body covering hers. The flash bulb exploded and the flash of light proved that the shutter had worked. They had their first picture. When he looked at it, she could see he was disappointed.
He cocked the shutter for another shot.
This time, he had her sitting up on the sofa, her right leg dangling over the side, the other stretched out. The pink lips of her pert little cunt yawned invitingly.
Mitch pushed the shutter release, darted across the space and sank down on his knees in front of her inviting cunt. Then he leaned into her spread legs, thrusting his tongue into the soft flesh of her pussy. The flash bulb threw its brilliance across the scene.
Donna muttered, "Oh God." She sank back onto the sofa, forgetting the picture, forgetting the time, mindful of only one thing. That warm, soft tongue that was thrust into the open lips of her wet cunt, licking up the sweet juice and lapping across the small nub of her clitoris.
"That's awful nice," she whispered. "I like it."
His happy tongue curled back into the confines of her vagina, lapped the tender flesh, then drew back, wiping up more juice, brushing it through the open cunt lips into his waiting mouth. He lapped hungrily.
Donna murmured, "Oh gosh." She pushed against the sofa, forcing her groin beyond the edge of the cushions, opening her legs wide to receive him.
She gurgled happily. "You're making my cunt feel so good. Oh yesssss!" She forced her cunt against his mouth, waiting, eagerly.
Mitch paused in the action long enough to take a deep breath. "You have a nice tight cunt, baby. I want to fuck you. Fucking a cunt like yours would be super!"
Donna heard the pounding of her beating heart and tried to listen to what he was saying. He liked her. He liked licking her cunt, and it felt so good. What was he asking now? She raised her head, to see what he was doing.
"Yess, Mitch... Oh darling... Ump... Mmmmmmm... "
She could see only the top of his head and a bit of his forehead. He appeared to be bobbing it in and out as his tongue thrust repeatedly into the open lips of her cunt.
"You want to do what?" she murmured. "Oh... that sounds delicious... You're making my cunt feel so good... You don't know what you're doing to me... sucking that soft skin inside my cunt... " She wiggled her ass, raised it slightly from the surface of the sofa. His nose pushed tightly against the slit and hair above her pussy.
"Oh yessss!" she muttered after a delightful moan. "Lick up all my cunt juice... " She opened one eye, sighted the distance of his balls from her hand and reached hungrily for it. "Let me hold your cock, darling. I want to feel it, to squeeze it. Ohhhhhhhh! Oh God, suck my cunt some more."
She brushed her hand along his chest, feeling for his stomach, then wanting to go lower, to find his cock. She couldn't reach it. She muttered, "Damn."
Mitch must have understood. He moved closer to Donna, rising from the floor and bending over her so he could still reach her cunt but his cock dangled near her hand. She grasped it, pulled it toward her, reaching for it with her mouth.
"Oh God," she moaned. "I want to suck it."
Mitch slapped at her hand. "Don't break it off!" he blurted. He pulled back, taking his cock out of her reach. "I want to fuck you, you stupid chick!" he snapped tersely. "I want to blow my balls in your cunt!"
Donna raised her ass even higher, putting her hands under her back to steady it. "Oh yes, darling," she whimpered. "Fill my cunt with that gorgeous prick! I want you to come inside of me! Split me in half if you want to! Just fuck and fuck and fuck!"
He attempted to climb on her but found the sofa too narrow to be comfortable. He muttered, "Oh shit!" Then he got back on the floor. She tumbled down alongside of him.
"Fuck me, please Mitch." she panted. "Stick your cock in me. I'm just burning all over! I never wanted to fuck so bad in my life! Give it to me, honey. Please!" He guided her thighs apart and she could feel his hand brushing the pale pink skin, to the mound of black hair that tufted downward from her crotch. She knew it was moist and slippery, wet with the juice of her eager cunt, which was just begging for the touch of his elongated prick.
He guided his prick into the wet lips of her anxious pussy and the pink bulb at the head nestled there as he smiled down into her face. "You're a real cunt, baby, a real cunt," he whispered. "This fuck will make you scream with pleasure."
She wiggled her ass and twisted her head back and forth. "Then do it!" she gasped. "Don't just talk. Stick that prick in my cunt and do something." She grimaced and let out a deep breath. "Ohhhhh," she murmured under her breath. "Ohhhhhhh!"
She squirmed again as the bulbous head of his stiff prick pushed into the soft flesh of her hot cunt. The feeling was wonderful but at the same time, she was certain that his cock was going to rip her cunt to pieces. She squirmed again, settling her cunt mouth down over the long shaft until her cunt was entirely full of prick. One quarter of his long shaft remained to be swallowed up. She could feel him butting against her, his scrotum banging against the skin of her ass. Each attempt brought new sensations and her groans grew even louder.
"That's it, Mitch honey. Shove that prick all the way in! God, what a wonderful prick. Push, honey. Please push... " He was grunting, struggling, telling her that he was pushing, that his cock was in as far as it would go. She wiggled again, grabbed at the cheeks of her ass as if intending to spread them apart, to make more room for his cock. It felt so good, she mused. She wanted all of him inside of her, even if he had to ram a hole in her belly.
"Squeeze my ass, honey," she pleaded. "Sometimes that helps."
He grasped the round cheeks of her ass, squeezing the skin, digging into it with his fingernails. She felt the pain, muted at first, then growing stronger until it made the skin around her asshole begin to quiver.
"Stick your finger in it," she begged. "Push your finger up my asshole!"
He forced a finger between the cheeks of her ass, found the tight puckered asshole and reamed into it. It made her quiver all over.
"Now fuck me, honey," she pleaded. "Fuck me until I come... " He removed the finger from her ass, re-stationed his body over her and began working his aching cock in her cunt. It seemed difficult work.
He groaned unhappily and grasped his jacking peter between his fingers. "Raise your ass," he demanded.
She lifted her legs, wound them loosely about his torso, raising her ass from the floor and tilting her bottom upward. Her tight pussy was at a higher elevation and she was certain that he found it more comfortable. He began pumping rapidly and his face held an expression of extreme delight. The stiff prick slammed down into her hungry cunt.
Donna cooed with happiness. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Mitch panted from the exertion. He was panting heavily, blowing hot gusts of air that slapped against her cheek. It smelled of booze and beer and she wondered how many drinks he had had before lunch time. He was pumping up and down like a tardy rabbit, smacking his groin against her raised ass, slapping his wet prick into her slobbering, sucking cunt. Her cunt was popping air like tender little farts and the sound goaded him into increased action. She could see his eyes open wide at the action beginning to rise from his balls, and his gasps of pleasure were loud in her ears.
He was yelping, "Oh Jesus... Oh Jesus... " Her tender insides were answering to the pounding of his driving prick and each slamming blow made the pleasure grow a little stronger. It was coming now, she was sure of it.
Then it burst within her like the opening of a tender flower. Her lips parted, her nostrils flared and a slight moan escaped her throat.
"Make me come... I'm going to come... Oh God, I'm coming... " Her cry ended in a long sighing wail. She clamped her legs about his waist as if afraid of being cast free and clung to him as his cock bucked inside her tortured cunt. She could feel the hot cock juice spurting into her pussy, felt the last lunging jerk of the hard prick as it spewed the white cream toward her womb.
She threw back her head and gurgled deep in her throat. "Oh Jesus, Mitch... Oh God, Mitch... Oh Mitch... Ohhhhh... " He lay for a moment, his body a dead weight on her own, then he got up. His dripping cock began to droop and he eyed it with a sigh of complete satisfaction.
"You're a good fuck, chickie," he said, half aloud. "A real super fuck. We must do it again." Then he wiped his cock on a white cloth and began to dress.
Donna's ass was still quivering with the excitement of being fucked so completely. She lay for a moment, then hurriedly dressed, well aware that she would be over an hour late for work and that the supervisor would undoubtedly put her on report again.