Chapter 12
Pam Johnson was delighted to be let off the hook as far as Manny Morris was concerned. It puzzled her, however, that he didn't show up at her apartment at night when he knew she'd be waiting for him. Maybe he'd gotten cold feet and had decided to chicken out.
Not that she minded the idea of screwing Manny. He seemed like a nice enough guy and what was one more penis stuck up inside her? Even so, she knew her body and her asshole especially were going to be getting a workout at the hands, mouth and genitals of the judges in the contest and she didn't want her tender flesh to be too sore in that area.
She was glad that Ron Williams was next on her list. She'd heard that Josh Fielding had a big cowboy penis that he tried to ram into a girl as though he were a stallion in heat and the girl were a filly to be broken in. She could use the practice with a gentler person like the photographer, before moving on to rougher ones.
She made herself a light lunch, then took a cab over to Ron Williams' studio. She blushed as his eyes x-rayed her. He was obviously envisioning her naked body under the short skirt and blouse she'd worn. She was there ostensibly to have pictures taken in relation to the Miss Derriere contest and she had no doubt the pictures would be taken. But she was also certain that the session would end with Ron trying to screw her- succeeding, of course. She hadn't come this far without a lot of "couch casting" already, so why turn away and throw up the whole career now?
Ron smiled as he ushered her into his studio with a light touch of his palm on the small of her back. However, the hand gradually slipped as they walked in, until it was stroking her buttocks through the dress.
He didn't waste any time in getting down to it, but then why should he? The girls needed him more than he needed them.
"Suppose we take some pictures of you in your street clothes first," he suggested, giving her rump an affectionate squeeze.
He posed her with and without props in front of various backgrounds, clicking off shots as rapidly as he could fire, as she moved about according to his directions. As she had suspected, the majority of shots were from the rear. Ron had an absolute mania for female asses apparently. Well, she didn't mind that-she had an ass that had caused a lot of male heads to swivel on the street.
He had her bend over and look coyly back at him while he sat on the floor and aimed upward. In the large posing mirror in back of him, she could see that all of her legs showed clear up to the crotch of her panties. It wasn't a shot he could use in the publicity campaign; obviously it was for his own enjoyment.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "just beautiful." He smiled. "That would be an even better shot if you weren't wearing any underwear."
His tongue was practically hanging out at the thought-he knew it and didn't care. What the hell, he thought, all of these girls in the contest know the score, so why beat around the bush? He tried to picture her pantyless, with her skirt up high above her crotch, her brown-pubic-haired cunt dangling there and above it the puckered opening of her delightful asshole. The thought so excited him he reached into his own crotch to rub his stiffening prick.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Take off your panties for me. I won't show the pictures to anybody. I promise."
He was probably lying about that, but Pam knew there was nothing she could do about it. If she had any hopes of getting his vote in the contest, she had to do what he wanted her to do.
"All right," she said.
"Here, let me do it for you," he offered.
He put down his camera and went on his knees over to her. While she still bent over, he reached up under her skirt and fondled her buttocks over the panties. Her flesh seemed burning hot under the thin nylon, just the way he liked it. He stroked her buttocks and pressed his cheek up against them to feel the warmth.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "just beautiful."
He reached up for the waistband of her underwear, got it between his fingers and rolled the panties down over her hips and lower, catching his breath as the crack down the middle of her ass became more and more visible to his eager eyes. He drew the panties down slowly, savoring the sight of each additional square inch of soft female flesh as it became naked to his gaze. When he had the panties down to her crotch, he couldn't resist rubbing his cheek against the naked roundness, deeply inhaling the scent of her flesh.
Then he peeled it down over her legs to freedom and she stepped out of the panties. Pam's face was flushed and she felt a very real excitement pervade her. A man undressing her was very sexy, especially when he rubbed his face against her flesh. She found her nipples hardening and a warm moistness stealing over her vaginal area.
He scampered away to retrieve his camera. "Okay, now get back into that pose," he directed.
She got into the pose once more.
He said, "No, bend over a little bit more." It seemed like that was his favorite posing direction with girls, so he could get a shot of their asses, complete with cunt and holes.
"A little more. Ah, that's it!" The camera clicked several times. "Now reach behind you and spread your cheeks for me. Come on, don't be bashful, baby. I want to see everything you've got."
Pam sighed, reached around and used both hands to spread her buttocks. He was seeing everything she had, all right. There didn't seem to be much left-except her breasts and he didn't seem too interested in those.
The photographer squinted through the view finder of his camera, focusing on his favorite target. As he worked the focus on the lens, a naked and puckering asshole came sharply into view. He zeroed in on it and clicked off a few fast shots. Below that opening was the girl's crotch with her cunt wide open and covered with sparse croppings of brown pubic hair. The image on the focusing screen was so clear he could see tiny droppings of perspiration glinting on some of the hairs.
Click! Click! Ron chuckled happily. These would be fine additions to his collection of asshole shots. He had probably the biggest collection in the world. He'd taken thousands of such shots during his years as a glamour photographer and he still never tired of them. Assholes came in all shapes and sizes-perhaps not an obvious fact to anyone who hadn't made a study of them, but a truism to someone who specialized in them. Ron Williams was one who specialized in them, photographically and sexually and he was only too willing to do so without regard to race, creed or religion.
"Baby," he said, "you've got me so hot I can't go on taking pictures. Something's got to give. Are you willing?"
Pam forced a smile. "Sure." She took a chance and added, "If you'll vote for me in the Miss Derriere contest."
He laughed at that. "You bet your sweet ass, baby-if you give me a good time."
He's lying, she thought. He probably promises the same thing to every girl who comes into his studio. Yet there was little she could do about it, except give him the good time he wanted and hope he'd remember it when voting time came around.
She watched him attach a motor to his camera, then put the whole assembly on a tripod.
"You're not-you're not going to take pictures of us doing it, are you?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course I am, baby," he said. "Don't worry, it's only for my scrap book."
She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Oh well, she rationalized, it would be worth it all if she got a contract from the studio.
He screwed a wide angle lens into the camera. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable."
Docilely, she followed him into the bedroom, watching him set up the tripod-mounted camera in front of the bed and set the timer mechanism on the motor.
"Okay, take off your clothes," he told her.
She took off her clothes and he quickly stripped off his and lay naked on the bed, motioning for her to come to him. She was climbing onto the bed when she heard a click behind her, followed by a whir that told her the film was automatically being advanced and the shutter cocked.
"How about sucking my prick for a while, baby," he suggested, "to get me warmed up."
Wordlessly, Pam nodded. She bent over with her back still to the camera and seized his penis in both her hands. He'd gotten, very excited by his photographing her in the studio and his penis was erect already. Even so, she stroked it expertly, rubbing her nipples over the tip of it.
"Hey, that feels good," he said. "No girl has ever rubbed her tits over my prick like that before. Do it some more."
She did it some more.
Click! went the camera behind her.
"Hey," he said, "scrunch around a little more so we can get both ends of you in clearly." He put his hand on her thigh and eased her around a bit. "And spread your legs some more so we can get a good shot of your crotch. That's it, baby, you're doing fine. Now, suck, suck!"
Pam bent her head into his lap, holding his penis upright in her hands and immediately took the length of his organ between her lips, letting it slide in as far as it would go. She felt him rise up to thrust it deep in her mouth. She closed her lips firmly about the shaft and imprisoned it.
Click! went the camera.
Ron twisted around on the bed. "Okay, let's get a shot of my licking your crotch. Keep on sucking, baby."
She kept on sucking, but she felt annoyed. For one thing, the damn camera going off bothered her, for another, Ron Williams seemed more interested in getting himself a set of sexy pictures than in screwing her. The thought briefly flashed through her mind to tell the photographer to take his cameras and shove them up his own ass, but that would really screw her up and make all her hard work worthless when it came time for choosing the winner of the Miss Derriere contest. Resisting the impulse, she tried to forget the ever-clicking camera by throwing herself into the spirit of the thing.
As she sucked furiously on his stiff penis and massaged his testicles with her palm, he laughed, pleased and said, "Hey, take it easy. I don't want to come just yet."
When she slowed her pace, he glanced over at the camera and then back to the rounded female ass staring him in the face. It was a good angle, all right-it would get her sucking him off on one side of the frame, plus a nice view of her ass. Reaching up, he spread her cheeks so the asshole was showing, pressed his face up to one cheek and extended his tongue to just touch the round opening.
Click! Another winner.
Pam's mouth on his prick, the sight and smell of her asshole and the damp cunt just beneath were really turning Ron on and he had to force himself to hold back. The added knowledge that he was finally taking some pictures of the activity he liked best also increased his pleasure.
Time, he decided, to get down to some serious eating!
Ron crooked his finger into Pam's cunt and wiggled it all around the hot opening, finding the clitoris and pressing it back and forth. At the same time, he eased his face into the crack separating her buttocks and placed his lips over the girl's asshole. He felt her tense expectantly, then begin to shudder as he pursed his lips and alternately blew and sucked the opening. After a moment, her trembling grew so violent he had to release her cunt and use both hands to hold her buttocks steady while he applied his tongue to her crotch.
Click!
Pam started as the sound seemed suddenly loud in her ears. She'd become so excited by Ron's stiff cock throbbing in her mouth and by the feel of his fingers in her vagina and his mouth and tongue up her asshole, she'd forgotten temporarily that this momentous event was being recorded for all time. She was thankful for the knowledge that even if the photographer showed the pictures around, the chances were almost non-existent that anyone from her hometown in Iowa would ever see them. Besides, with her cheeks bulging out with the male organ stuffing them, who could recognize her anyway?
The notion made her feel a little better and so did the sexual situation in which she found herself She was certainly no prude; being in bed with a naked man wasn't the worst thing in the world, especially since there'd be no danger of her being knocked up.
She tingled as his tongue worked down from her asshole to her vaginal lips.
Ron took his head away from her for a moment to gulp in a lungful of air. "You know something, baby," he said, "you've got a great little cunt here, too. Maybe I'll stick my prick in there just for a change of pace."
His words terrified her! Ron wasn't the type to have contraceptives around or to use them if he had some. There was only one thing she could think to do-she pulled her mouth off his penis and bent her head to apply her lips directly to his asshole.
He giggled. "Hey, what're you doing? Oh, that's nice, Pam. I like that. Could you move your head more to the side so I can get a shot of it?"
She enclosed her hand about his stiff, throbbing penis and worked it frantically up and down while her tongue darted about the opening of his asshole and then delved inside, swirling around faster and faster.
The photographer didn't realize what was happening until he automatically lifted his buttocks from the bed, ramming his penis tightly through the girl's closed hand-and then it was too late.
He groaned as spasms of whitish liquid spurted from the tip of his sex organ, covering her hand and the side of her face.
For a while afterward, she kept rubbing his soggy, limp penis and running her tongue over his asshole in tender, slower strokes.
When he could find his breath, he said, "That's good. Oh, I loved that. Having your tongue up my ass really turned me on, baby!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ron," she told him, smiling.
The smile was at her own cleverness in making him come so he wouldn't be able to screw her for a while. She thought she'd handled that problem very nicely.
Click! went the camera.
Ron got up off the bed and went to examine the camera. "Not bad," he commented. "Got a full roll of us in action."
"Wonderful," she said. "Do you think they will came out?"
He looked annoyed. "Of course they did. I know what I'm doing."
Taking the camera off the tripod, he rewound the film, removed it and placed it on the dresser. He stared at her nakedness for a moment.
"I've got an idea, honey. We can still have a lot of fun. Wait here until I go to the John."
She waited until he was inside the bathroom with the door closed. Then she leaped off the bed, gathered up the exposed roll of film, raced out to the studio with it and dropped it into her purse. Frantically he looked around for a fresh roll, finally found one in a cabinet and ran back to the bedroom with it. She placed it on the dresser where the other one had been just as the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened to emit the still-naked photographer.
"Ron, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to run."
His face fell. "Run? But you just got here. It's still early."
She glanced at the electric alarm clock nearby. "I promised Mr. Morton I'd see him at the studio this afternoon at two thirty. I'll just have time to make it."
As she figured, he wasn't about to argue with the studio president. He picked up the cartridge of film from the dresser.
"Okay," he said. "You can go if you want to."
She stepped in close, kissed him warmly on the lips and ran her hands over his limp penis and under his testicles.
"It's not that I want to. You understand that, don't you?" He nodded. "I'm a very understanding person Pam, I'm sure you'll come to find that out."
He followed her into the studio, where she put on her clothing. As she was about to leave he snatched her purse from her and quickly opened it to extract the roll of film she'd cached there.
"That wasn't very nice of you," he said.
She blushed. "How'd you know?"
He held up the substitute cartridge she'd placed on the dresser and touched the dangling piece of film at its edge. "This is an unexposed roll," he told her.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she said weakly. "It's just that-"
"I understand. I also understand why you made me come, baby, before I wanted to and why you have to run off to an appointment."
"Ron, I'll make it up to you. Honest, I will."
He shook his head. "You don't have to. There are other girls in the contest, baby. If you had any hopes of winning it now, forget it. Now get the hell out of here!"
Realizing the futility of arguing with him, Pam left, but she could not hold back her sobs of frustration and annoyance.
Well, she told herself, I've really screwed things up-and after coming all this way, literally kissing peoples' asses, putting out right and left for them.
Of course, she remembered, there were two other judges. She'd already made some points with Henry Morton. Josh Fielding was next. She'd let him ram his big cowboy penis up her ass as much as he wanted to and not complain about it. In fact, she'd beg him for more.
Two out of three might let her win.