I made a mistake.
I always wanted to have some erotic photos taken. Just beautiful photos for myself. When I saw Viktor's work, I understood that this was exactly what I needed—moderately revealing and tasteful. I called, and he scheduled an appointment for me in a week. The studio turned out to be quite decent—a spacious room, fancy equipment. On a low table, there were fruits and small glasses of wine.
"Usually, girls are very tense, which is understandable—I don't work with experienced models, it's not interesting," Viktor commented on the setup. "So, make yourself comfortable and have a little drink. I'll set up the cameras."
The shoot went wonderfully,
it turned out exactly what I wanted—beautiful lines of a nude body and nothing more. However, towards the end of the session, my head started to get a little foggy—probably from the heated lamps and the wine.Finally, Viktor said he had an order for a perfume advertisement, but he couldn't find a suitable girl.
"Everyone's boring, maybe we'll try? You have such an original face. Only there needs to be a man next to you. Don't worry, nothing explicit, not even your breasts will be visible."
I agreed. Viktor called somewhere, and quite quickly a young man arrived, changed behind a screen, and came out with a sheet around his hips and a bare torso. I was also covered with a sheet up to my waist, my breasts were bare.
"Perfect. Stand here, closer to the wall," Viktor commanded.
I was a little embarrassed, but the cute guy winked at me, and I relaxed.
We stood next to each other. Indeed, my breasts shouldn't be visible in the shot because the guy pressed me against him, and my nipples touched his.
Viktor took a few shots of us from different angles, then led us to a large, wide bed. He laid out bottles of the advertised perfume next to us and continued shooting—sometimes we lay next to each other with the guy's hand on my breast, sometimes I covered it with my own hand, finally we ended up in a traditional pose—the guy, it turned out his name was Misha—lay on top of me. I felt that he was aroused, I also wanted sex by then, and when he kissed my nipple, I completely melted. He started caressing me, his hands gently touching my skin, kissing my lips, going deeper, barely touching with his tongue. Finally, he pulled the sheet off me and entered. It was very sweet, he moved smoothly and powerfully at the same time, continuing to kiss my breasts, and soon we came together.
All this time, Viktor was silent, I thought I had stopped hearing the sound of his camera shutter. As it turned out later, I was mistaken.
I don't remember how I left the studio that day. I remember I couldn't bring myself to call Viktor for a long time—I was very ashamed, I didn't know what came over me then. Finally, I decided to, and he, as if nothing had happened, said my photos were ready and I could pick them up.
I was glad, decided to pretend nothing had happened. I looked through the whole album Viktor gave me and was about to give him the money when he suddenly took out another folder and handed it to me.
"Katya, there are other photos, as you understand"—Viktor subtly switched to informal 'you'.
The pictures in this folder were of Misha and me having sex. They were very explicit photos—Viktor turned out to be a real professional, capturing such angles discreetly seemed simply impossible, I was especially struck by a shot where Misha's cock was entering me, and I with a blissful face and closed eyes was pressing his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his back.
"And what do you want?" I asked Viktor, silently examining the photos and growing gloomier.
"I want to give them to the owner of this number," he replied impassively, pointing to a scrap of paper with a very simple number written on it. My husband's phone number. God! How does he know it?
"I can find out a lot," Viktor answered my stunned look.
"So what do you want?" I repeated, but with a completely different, hunted intonation.
"Nothing special, Katya. Just for you to do what you like," he nodded towards the photos of Misha.
"Fuck in front of the camera?" I uttered in horror.
Viktor smiled.
"Well, yes. It's not difficult at all."
I continued to sit there dumbfounded.
"It won't take much time today. Go, I have everything ready and they're already waiting for you."
"Today?" I was completely confused, but Viktor just nodded, and his face became hard. I looked at the photos, at my husband's phone, and stood up. My legs felt like cotton.
I went into the room, shuddering as I looked at the bed where last time Misha and I had sex. What a nightmare—to pay so dearly for my stupidity and lust.
Revealing lingerie and a white shirt were hanging on the back of a chair. Apparently, all this was meant for me. I changed and sat on the edge of the bed. At that moment, two people entered the room—a muscular blond and a rather slender-looking brunet.
"Okay, so the script is simple," Viktor commanded, entering the room with his camera. "The girl undresses. Be more uninhibited and don't drag it out. And then you boys know what to do. And a surprise for the girl"—and he gave the guys a nasty wink.
They put me on the bed and ordered me to undress. My hands wouldn't obey, but after a couple of shoves from the blond, I decided not to resist. I took off the shirt, unhooked the bra, and then the guys took matters into their own hands. They literally tore off both my bra and panties and threw me onto the bed. There was no trace of the tenderness Misha had shown. The blond put me on all fours and entered sharply, I hadn't even gotten aroused yet. It hurt, but he fucked hard, broadly, and painfully squeezed my breasts. The second one also undressed and decided to put it in my mouth. I had never given a blowjob in my life, not even to my husband, but the "slender" brunet gave me a good slap, tears sprang from my eyes, I opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock in, long and thick. I started to choke, but he literally impaled me, holding my head. They fucked me together, and Viktor walked around nearby, no longer hiding, and filmed, filmed, filmed. Only now did I understand that he was into not only photography but also videography—he had a beautiful large video camera in his hands.
They came together. The blond dumped everything into my womb—horror, right during the dangerous days. The brunet made me swallow everything. I collapsed onto the bed and started sobbing.
"Not bad, tears always look very cool," Viktor said, pressing pause. "Okay, Katya washes up, and the boys can have a drink."
I decided not to come out of the shower. I sat there and cried. But apparently, everything here was planned—the latch on the door opened from the outside as easily as from the inside, so Viktor quickly dragged me out and returned me to the "set." They were already waiting for me there.
"Suck it, come on," grabbing me by the hands, the blond pulled me towards him and entered my mouth. The brunet, meanwhile, started stroking my ass.
Where is this tenderness coming from, I thought, impaling myself on the blond's cock. And then I understood where. The brunet's finger started entering my hole, and I realized what he wanted.
"Nooo!" I screamed and even let the cock out of my mouth.
"Don't yell, the soundproofing here is good. And we're going to fuck your ass anyway, so don't squirm and relax."—the brunet already had two fingers in me. Sobbing, I sucked the blond again. Three fingers. At the moment when the one giving it to me in the mouth sped up and was about to come, the brunet positioned his cock at my ring and entered sharply. I screamed again, but the blond quickly stuffed my mouth with his spurting cock and, roaring "Swallow, swallow, bitch"—impaled me on himself. When he finally came, the brunet pressed me against the bed with his whole body and started fucking my ass. It was just wildly painful—without lube, the first time, and he just wouldn't come, pulling out completely, then thrusting in sharply again, just tearing me apart. Finally, I felt him speeding up, and cum flowed into my rectum. I couldn't imagine anything more horrible. But there was still something else ahead for me.
When I washed up again and came out of the shower myself, thinking I could finally leave, it turned out Viktor wasn't finished yet.
The guys groped me again, fucked me a bit with a thin dildo—that already seemed like a trifle compared to anal sex. Then the brunet sat me on his cock and started fucking, lifting and lowering me a bit, the blond came up from behind and bent me over, pressing me against the brunet's chest. I felt his cock on my ass and understood they were going to fuck me in both holes. I had only heard about such things before, and now a second cock was slowly entering me, and I felt them rubbing against each other through the thin partition, fucking me, just using me like a whore, and I started sobbing again. They fucked me together for about half an hour. When I walked out the door, I thought I would just die. At the bus stop, the phone in my purse rang, I pressed the button with trembling hands.
"It's Viktor, Katya. Wanted to say everything was perfect. The boys liked it, I got everything I needed too. Some shots are just excellent. So come on Tuesday at four. I'll be waiting."