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                        THE SYSOP'S PHOTOGRAPHY SESSION

                              by Cheryl A. Pinto


     Jacqui was sitting at home after an uneventful evening out with the
girls.  She sat on the edge of the bed, bored, and flipped through the
television guide.  Quickly noting that nothing of interest was scheduled she
wondered what to do with her time.  Looking at her watch she realized that she
was supposed to meet a friend on the computer in five minutes.
     She quickly undressed, her lithe frame exposed to the cool night air and
wrapped herself in a loose fitting silk robe.  Sitting down at her desk she
turned on her computer and booted up her communications terminal.  Without
hesitation she began to call her favorite BBS board to meet her devilish SysOp
for another of their naughty chats.
     Her nails flew across the keys with ease as she had called this BBS so
many times that she could have gone anywhere without looking.  Quickly
skipping all the usual things that she had read hundreds of times before she
skipped over her mail, deciding she wanted to reach SysOp Ray first.
     After paging the SyoOp Ray a number of times it was evident that he was
busy elsewhere.  Her brow puckered in confusion as she thought it was unusual
for him to be late for their evening chats.  She decided to scan through the
message section to see if there was anything of interest to join in.  Nothing.
She went to her own private mail section to read through her daily mail, and
to write her replies as she waited for Ray to join her.
     Her eyebrow quirked upwards in interest as she read a message from Ray.
All it said was, "I trust you to keep this to yourself.  Enjoy!"   Her
curiosity was piqued, but her nimble fingers quickly set her protocol and she
started her downloading procedure.  Her excitement was visible as the minutes
ticked away, and when, at last, the file was complete she wasted no time in
jumping to her dos shell.
     She was to see the SysOp she had fantasized for weeks about.  She booted
up the .gif viewer, and her fingers hesitated at the keys.  Was she ready to
finally see the man she had told all her sexual fantasies to?  What if he was
ugly?  Would her feelings toward him change?  Would she want to chat with him
so freely after finally seeing what he looked like?
     So many thoughts whirled through her mind, and she sat back in her chair.
The lids fluttered shut over her beautiful blue eyes.  Her nails raked through
her long blond tresses, and her lips puckered in thought.
     Gathering courage she quickly pressed the key to bring the photo up on
the monitor.  A gasp rose in her throat as the picture slowly scanned down her
screen.  Her eyes widened as the picture filled her screen, and her lips
opened to a broad smile.  There, on the screen, was one of the most gorgeous
men she'd ever seen.  It was a full length body shot, and he was wearing
nothing, save for a small gold chain about his neck.  His ass rested against a
bureau, one hand flattened out on the mahogany surface.  The other hand was
boldly gripping his cock, holding it upwards so that she could see the head
was a clear inch above his navel.
     Her eyes took in every inch of him, from the top of his black haired head
to the slightly hairy, muscular legs.  His eyes held a devilish glint and his
perfect lips formed a mocking grin.  His face was incredibly handsome.  He
looked as though he hadn't shaved in a few days, and the scruffiness of the
new beard added a rough, masculine look to his features.
     Her eyes jumped to his deeply tanned chest.  His shoulders were
incredibly wide, and she could see the cuts of the muscles leading down his
arms.  His torso was thin, and a sheen of perspiration added a glistening look
that only enhanced the muscular build.  Her eyes quickly took in the hand that
held his cock so proudly, and she couldn't help but think, with a grin, that
his hands were large, his long fingers symmetrically beautiful.
     Remembering herself, she quickly exited the program, knowing if she
didn't that the BBS board would automatically log her off.  As the menu screen
unfolded itself on her monitor she briefly thought about logging off, quite
embarrassed that she knew what Ray looked like now, even though he was quite
handsome.
     As she was just about to hit the final key to lead her out of the system
she saw the familiar breakage in her commands, and she knew she was now in
chat mode with SysOp Ray.
     "Well, what did you think?"  The words sprawled out on her screen, and
she sat back, hesitating in her reply.
     Her fingers rested on the keys, and she decided to be play around a
little until she was ready to talk openly.  "What did I think about what?"
     She almost hated herself for hedging as she hit the return carrier.  She
laughed as she watched his words pop up on the screen.
     "Never play around with the SysOp.  I can see everything that you do
while you're on my system.  I can see what you download, when you drop to your
dos shell, what you read, what you write to others...in other words, love, I
see all.  Now stop hesitating and tell me what you think of it."
     She laughed out loud as she typed in her responding line.  "Can you read
my mind as well?"
     "Yes.  And you're still stalling."   When she didn't type in a line she
saw his words continue.  "I'm waiting young lady."
     "Fine.  I think you are incredibly good looking.  Does that satisfy you?"
     "Don't say what you think I want you to say.  Only write what you feel.
If you think I'm good looking than you say that.  If you don't think I am than
you say that."
     "Ray, I think you know damn well how good looking you are...you don't
need to hear it from me.   Let's just say that your wife is a lucky woman."
     "Ha!  Try telling her that!"
     "Don't try to embarrass me.  I answered your question even though I think
you don't need any boosts to your ego."
     "YOU?!?! Embarrassed?  Never!  That's why I enjoy chatting with you so
much...you have no shame."
     Her throat convulsed with laughter, and her body shook.  Her joviality
was so intense that she couldn't keep still long enough to type a reply.  Her
laughter died, and her mind sobered as she looked toward the screen.
     "You're wet, aren't you?"
     How well he knew her by now.  Yes, she had felt an erotic tingling
sensation when she viewed his photo.  Yes, she could feel a familiar warmth
between her legs...and yes, her clit was pulsing with thoughts best left
unmentioned.
     "No."  Her fingers lied as she typed it, but she knew he would know she
was lying.  Their chats revolved around the flirtatious lies they threw to one
another, each knowing what the other really meant with their words.
     "Call me."  His words sent her mind reeling.  She couldn't call him now.
The main reason for their numerous phone calls was so that he could answer
questions about her computer, and to help her when she deleted important files
by accident (as she did quite often), but who could complain if their
conversations sometimes turned to sexual innuendoes.  The promises were not
stated...merely hinted at.
     "No."  Her eyes were wide with apprehension.
     "Scared?" He was mocking her, and he knew fair well that she wouldn't
deny his challenges.
     "Is anyone home?"
     "They're all asleep."
     "Take me out of chat mode."   He could almost see her chin sticking out
in fierce pride as he hit his escape key to take them out of chat mode.  He
was smiling as he watched her quickly log off of his system, sensing she was
rushing to get to the phone.
     She smiled as she dialed his number.  In half a ring the phone was
answered, and his taunting voice whispered seductively in her ear.
     Quietly, so he wouldn't hear, she typed in the commands and once again
brought his picture up on her monitor.  She blushed as she heard his husky
voice and looked at his picture, and she felt herself getting warmer, her cunt
getting wetter.
     She grinned a playful smile as her hands parted the opening of her robe,
and her fingers felt the moisture of her cunt, felt the swollen nub of her
clit, all as she talked with him on the phone.   Ray would never know what she
was doing, so why not?
     She tried to concentrate on the conversation at hand as slowly stroked
her clit, her eyes never once leaving the .gif on the monitor.
     "You're hand is on your pussy, isn't it?"  A brief shock of pure sexual
electricity flashed through her at his correct assumption.
     "What?  No, of course not."  She prayed her voice had enough innocence in
it so that he would believe her lie just this once.
     His soft bubble of laughter told her that no matter what tone of voice
she used he would not believe that.  "Lay down on your bed."  The command was
softly spoken, his voice luring her into a seductive trap.
     As she unfolded her length she grabbed the phone and walked over to the
bed.  Stretching out on the bed she placed the phone next to her side, and the
receiver was cradled between her ear and her shoulder.
     "Okay, now what?"   Her tone was daring him to command her.
     "Now rub your clit for me.  I want to hear you moaning into my ear."
     At first she felt like denying him...and yet a small, impish mood took
over her, and she decided she was going to let herself be completely wicked,
if only for a little while.
     She did as he asked, and her fingers began to rub along her juicy cunt,
stopping to tease certain areas before moving to other areas.  She heard his
sexually enticing voice whispering endearments in her ear, and as she looked
at the screen and rubbed herself, she could almost imagine him there beside
her, imagine that it was his large fingers stroking her so wonderfully.
    Her fingers tickled every area as only she knew how to, and with the added
erotism of his voice tickling her body, she knew it was only a matter of
seconds before she would explode in a thousand shattering slivers of an erotic
orgasm.
    He listened carefully to her soft moans, knowing instinctively that she
was drawing near.  She said not one intelligible word, but her soft gasps
penetrated his foggy mind and he was not as detached from the moment as he
pretended to be.   As he continued to listen to her quiet gasps he reached
down to release his rock-hard cock from the restriction of his pants.  He
almost sighed in relief as his jeans were no longer tight across his groin.
    Wrapping his tapered fingers around the thickness of his dick he slowly
began to stroke himself, teasing himself, not letting himself let go so soon.
Slowly he worked his cock, bringing himself close, only to stop to let the
feeling subside.
    He stilled his hand when he heard her cries of pleasure.  She was trying
to hold back her moans, not let him know just how wonderful her release was,
and he had to forcefully calm himself lest he cum right now as well.
    "That's it baby.  Cum for me.  Let it go.  God, you're so beautiful."  Was
his voice that husky?  His passion was rising as her voice and his fingers
brought him close to the edge countless times.  She was a fiery vixen, and he
knew he could not hold out much longer.
    As she calmed from yet another powerful orgasm she listened more intently
to the sounds on the other end of the receiver.  She could hear his voice
deepening in passion, his voice was slightly jerky, and she knew he was
pleasuring himself as she had done.
    She started, timidly, to talk him through it as he had done for her.  As
his breathing got heavier she became bolder.  Her words croaked out of her dry
throat, encouraging him to cum for her, to imagine her beside him stroking him
and licking his long shaft.  His breathing had come to a near stop and she
continued her merciless monologue, her voice bringing him closer, the thoughts
she instilled in him driving him beyond control.
    Her chest expanded as she dragged in a large gulp of air.  She held her
breath as she listened to him, his breathing now coming out in soft moans, his
voice jumping enough so that she knew he was stroking himself at a maddening
pace.  With one final grunt she knew he was cumming.
    She smiled as she waited patiently for his breathing to return to normal.
    "Oh God, that was incredible."   His husky words reached her ear, and made
her laugh softly.
    "I'd say.  My fingers are pruned from so much wetness."
    "Huh?"  His voice was back to normal, and from his casual tone she assumed
he was going to play it off like nothing had just transpired between the two
of them.
    "Well, you know how if you stay in a pool too long your fingers get
wrinkled and white?  Well, my fingers look like that."
    His laughter barked out loudly and she, too, broke into fits of laughter.
Soon enough, of mutual accord, their conversation turned to safer topics of
computer ease.   He shook his head and laughed as she told him what files she
had erased and what directories she had messed up on her computer again.
    "Jacqui..."   His tone was that of a mocked warning.
    "I know...I know...I have to think before I hit the carrier return.  I
just didn't think it would..."
    "That's just it.  You don't think."  He interrupted her, but she didn't
mind.  Their conversation continued along the same vein for a few more moments
before he brought up a new topic.
    "You have to see what I'm doing now.  There's a board out in California
that hires models, and they make their own files instead of just taking them
from magazines and running them through a scanner.  I rented out a studio and
whatever models want to come are welcome.  A few members from the board are
coming, and I'll be doing the photography."
    "Sounds like a lot of work, but I'm sure the subject matter you'll be
photographing will loosen the tension.  Your wife is actually letting you do
this, though?"  Her little joke was to cover the quirk of disappointment that
he had not asked her to model for him.  She wouldn't do it of course.  She
couldn't see herself posing nude, or with some men in sexual situations for a
few files on a computer board.  It wasn't in her nature to be so free with
herself.
    "It will be a lot of work, but I don't really think I'll be excited
watching a bunch of whores spread their legs for a camera, so Karen wouldn't
worry...even if she knew about it."   His tone was clipped and short, and he
almost kicked himself for showing his feelings so easily through his words. He
wanted her to come down to the studio.  He wouldn't ask her outright, knowing
that she would refuse, but the idea of her strutting around, posing just for
him struck a cord in him.


    Each went to bed that night thinking of the same thing.  She fantasized
about enticing him in front of the camera, turning him on, teasing him to join
her in the pictures.  He thought of her, a fantasy woman considering he had no
idea what she looked like, sitting down on a chair, her legs brought up beside
her to proudly display the moist lips of her snatch puckering as if to beg him
for his touch.
    Jacqui stroked herself to numerous orgasms through the course of the
evening, not knowing that Ray was making sweet love to his wife with the
thought of her foremost in his mind.  She drifted off into a contented sleep,
as did Ray, each with seductive dreams in their minds.


    All Monday morning Jacqui thought of Ray, and their phone conversation.
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, but then her thoughts strayed to the photo
session he had told her about.  It was as if by his not asking her to join in
in the fun that he was challenging her to show up.   God knows that if there
was one thing she could never back down from it was a challenge.
    When she got home that evening she was determined to take up the silent
challenge.  She knew Ray, he wouldn't make her do anything that she felt
uncomfortable with.  She would show up, take off her clothes for his camera,
and pose for him alone.  Of course she wouldn't tell him she was going, but
she would surprise him on the set.
    Quickly going to her computer she logged on and went to the
advertisements.  If his invitation to the people of the board would be
anywhere it would be there.  Doing a marked retrieval she scanned through the
messages until she found the one she was looking for.  As she brought the
message to her screen she captured it to her buffer so that she could have a
copy of the directions and the time and place.
    She left a message for Ray in his section that she couldn't be on tonight
and she quickly logged off the computer.
    When Ray was checking through the computer messages he quickly read
through Jacqui's message to him.  Damn!  He had scared her off with their
conversation this weekend.  He thought about calling her, but in the past they
had only called when the other had known when to expect the call.  To call
without warning would be too pretentious, and he wouldn't want to drive her
farther from him.
    Damnit!  He would do it anyway.  He picked up the phone with a brusque
manner, too angry to give a damn about anything.  Dialing her number he
listened with growing annoyance as no one picked up the other end.  After a
number of rings her answering machine kicked in and he slammed down the
receiver.
    Closely monitoring his computer system over the next few days his black
mood increased in ferocity as he noticed she hadn't called in four days.  It
was already Friday, and her last call was on Monday to say that she wouldn't
be able to show up that night.  Well, maybe she found a new boyfriend to
manipulate all her time?  Something tightened in him, but he denied that it
was jealousy.  He couldn't be jealous.  He had a wife and two beautiful
children, so why should it matter to him if she found someone to spend her
evenings with?   She wasn't jealous, so he would not be either.
    But, he still wondered, where was she?  His photo shoot was tomorrow and
the developing would take all Sunday, so he wouldn't be able to chat with her
this weekend.  Not for the first time since he began talking to her he
wondered what she looked like.  She said she was pretty, but over a computer
or a phone could one really tell if the other was lying?  She had never showed
up at the meetings between the other members of the "Thunder BBS".  He knew
she had blue eyes, but he wondered just what shade of blue they were.  He
remembered her saying she had blonde hair, but she never once said how long it
was.  Considering they lived in the same town it was very likely that he had
seen her around the town, but he would never be able to recognize her.  He
would recognize her voice but how many women did he actually speak with to
listen closely to their voices?
     Jacqui had spent the remainder of the week boosting up her confidence to
actually go to the photo shoot.  She went to lingerie shops and picked out the
most beautiful pieces of sexy underwear, having nothing but Ray's reactions in
mind as she did so.   She hadn't called the Thunder BBS since Monday night,
not trusting herself to keep her clandestine thoughts to herself.
    She wondered what Ray thought of her unexplained absence.  Would he even
notice?  Would he be grateful to have some time to himself to work on his
board without having to entertain her?  Well, whatever he thought wouldn't
matter right now.  Tomorrow he would see her, in all her glory, and she would
apologize then.


    Saturday morning loomed warm and sunny, and as Jacqui stretched out in the
large four poster she smiled.  Today she would see Ray in person.  Should she
tell him who she was outright?  Or should she wait until the weekend was over
so that she could surprise him on the BBS when she told him?  She decided to
let the moment decide, and not to plan things out because they rarely ever
went according to schedule.
    She took her time showering and dressing, wanting to look just right for
the session.  When she looked in the mirror she smiled with satisfaction.  She
wouldn't be the most beautiful model there, but she would definitely pass. Ray
had said that other members from the board would be there, so it wouldn't be
all professional models.
    Taking a deep breath she started her car, and followed the directions on
the message she had printed out.  She arrived there all too shortly, and she
had to mentally brace herself to walk in the studio doors.  What she saw when
she opened the door made her gasp in surprise.  A long mirrored wall made all
the confusion seem doubled, and she looked around in wide eyed wonder as
crowds of people rushed from one door to another.  A haggard receptionist sat
behind a desk answering questions and directing people to the places they
sought.
    She joined in the line of people standing on line, and she looked at the
sea of faces swimming in front of her eyes.  She wondered who, of all these
people, she had talked to on the board.  There were a lot of women here, which
was surprising because there were very few on the adult sig of the board.  She
heard the man in front of her telling the receptionist his name.  She grinned
as she recognized the name, but she had to resist the urge to pat his cute ass
and tell him who she was.  She wanted her presence to be a surprise until the
very end.
    When it was her turn to talk to the receptionist she asked where she was
to go.  The woman pointed in the direction of a door down the hall and on the
left.  It was the make-up room where she could get prepared for the shoot. She
thanked the woman as she started off in the direction of the dressing room.
When she opened the door she was surprised at what she saw.  Ray had gone all
out in his efforts to make his board number one.  In the center of the room
she saw a row of women seated in chairs before long, lighted mirrors and more
women stood behind them artfully applying layer after layer of colorful
make-up, and arranging their hair to stand up, stick out, and do incredible
things that no woman could normally do.
    As she watched she silently admired the work these make-up women were
doing.  They turned the plainest women into sexual vamps within minutes, and
she grinned as she thought about what the men's dressing room must be equipped
with.
    She had arrived later than most, and she was thankful for it so that she
would be amongst the last to enter the actual photo studio.  She noticed the
women that had already been artfully changed by the make-up women and dressed
by wardrobe people sitting in a long row of chairs set back against the wall.
They all seemed to be looking anxiously towards the other door across the
room.  Jacqui waited for her turn at the make-up counter, barely listening to
the excited chatter of the other women in the room, and she watched that door
as everyone else did.  She would see, at ten minute intervals, a woman stand
up, go through the door, and she would not return.
    After an hour of waiting she began to think of that door as a gaping mouth
to some hungry, ancient god greedily devouring it's numerous sacrifices.  Each
painted woman walked through the door excitedly, but no one really knew what
went on behind the door except for the next in line who caught a brief glimpse
before the door was shut in her face.
    Through time Jacqui learned that a lot of the women were actual hookers
trying to break into the still-photo porno life, believing that photographed
pornography would better their station in life.  Jacqui was drawn into
numerous conversations by the other women, and she had to laugh at the vanity
of some of the women present.


    Ray began to get very impatient.  He mentally cursed himself for
advertising this on the adult Net-Echo mail.  The turn out of would-be models
was too tremendous, so large, in fact, that he had to limit each person to a
five to fifteen minute session.  Mainly he brought in couples, or paired off
the models with new partners to quickly accommodate all the people that had
shown up.  After countless hours of photographing all sorts of situations he
was beyond the first thrill of voyeurism, watching lesbians and couples
perform for his camera lenses had ceased to amaze him.  In fact, he became
quite mechanical about it all, his fingers clicking over the shutter of the
camera without really thinking of what he was photographing.
    He took a number of breaks, allowing the photographing to be handled by
his trusty co-sysop.  He sat back in his chair, watching the lighting men
drool over each situation before their eyes.  He would have thought that they
would lose their fascination over all of this in the short time that he did,
but a quick cursory glance at their tightened jeans proved that they didn't.
    As the hours dwindled down and the number of models were more controllable
Ray breathed a sigh of relief.  He still limited the time with each group of
people, but he relaxed a little knowing that he would be through for the day
in just a short while.
    He loaded up the camera with yet another roll of film.  As he placed the
camera back on the tri-pod he was looking through the eyehole, automatically
focusing it as the next model walked out before the backdrop set.
    He noticed her hesitation to open the robe wrapped tightly around her slim
frame.  He stood up straight with a disgusted sigh and he put his hands on his
hips.  He noticed the way her fingers clasped together in a nervous rhythm in
front of her, and the toes of her feet touched together in a shy stance.
    "Come on, honey, we don't have time for modesty."  He watched her stand
still, not moving to undo the knot of the sache about her waist.  He walked up
to her, intending to do it himself.  As he got closer he stopped.  He looked
into the deep, dark blue innocence of her eyes, and saw the cherubic circle of
her face in a pout, her bottom lip caught between the small pearls of teeth.
    He took in the heavy dark make-up circling her eyes, the glitter of the
hairspray causing her long blond tresses to stand up in an embarrassing
attempt to turn her rustic beauty into that of a daring slut.  His anger was
piqued.  Why would the make-up crew take such a natural beauty and cover it up
with those layers of cosmetics?   He could almost imagine the gaudy outfit
that the wardrobe people must have stuffed her into under that robe.  Looking
down at her tiny feet encased in black patent leather shoes with four inches
of heel to make her teeter to and fro he knew they must have wrapped her into
something lewdly tiny and scant, something no hooker would dare to wear.
    "Take five minutes, everyone."  With that he grabbed the girl's hand and
almost dragged her back to the dressing room in his angered state.
    He held the girl before the make-up crew as if she were a doll.  His face
was contorted with anger as she blushed in embarrassment.
    "Which one of you did this girl?"  When a woman claimed she had done the
work on the girl Ray brought the girl before her again.  "How could you truss
this one up like some kind of whore?  I want you to take off the first 20
layers of shit that you slapped on her...no, in fact, take it all off.  And I
want you to wash out her hair, blow dry it upside down, and if you touch it
with a comb once she stands up I'll have you start all over.  I don't want he
touched with so much as a drop of make-up, except for a tiny bit of lip gloss,
and I want her hair natural."
    He turned around, noticing that his raised voice has caused the entire
dressing room to go quiet.  The wardrobe people stood silently by, brought
forth by his tone of voice.  He pointed to them, and lowered his voice as he
said,  "And you girls, I want you to dress her in something that reeks of
innocence.  Something revealing and sexy, yet something that hints at
virginity."
    With that he casually strolled out the door, tossing over his shoulder as
he was about to shut it behind him, "And I want to see her last."
    As soon as the door shut behind him the room erupted into excited chatter.
The women behind Jacqui twittered on about how good looking the cameraman was,
and the make-up and wardrobe women complained about his insufferable attitude.
The wardrobe people disappeared behind a screen questioning what kind of
clothing would match what he wanted.
    When she first walked onto the set a paralyzing fear had taken over her.
She couldn't do it.  She hadn't expected so many lights and equipment, and she
certainly hadn't expected so many men to be working those lights and
equipment.  She saw all the different sets arranged around the room, fake
little rooms for different purposes.  There was a small bedroom, another room
sported a couch and a fireplace, while another room was set up like a Sunday
afternoon picnic and yet another was set up as some sort of S&M scene with
dark walls and leather cuffs attached to the walls.  For some dumb reason she
had a thought that it would be just Ray and a camera...not this big production.
    When she thought about the look of anger on his face as he dragged her
back to the dressing room she thought she was unsuitable for his photography
in general.  She didn't realize that he had no idea who she was, and that he
was just angry that the crew had dressed her as a harlot.
    The make-up woman was expressing her same thought.  "I thought he wanted
these women to look like whores."
    The biting tone in her voice caused Jacqui to cringe.  She wasn't a whore,
even though they dressed her like one.  She would never look like a whore, and
she had told the woman that as she plied her face with bottle after tube of
cosmetics the first time.  Now the woman used some clearing agent to remove
the layers of cosmetics off Jacqui's features, and she lowered the back of
chair into a sink where another woman proceeded to wash out her long blonde
locks of hair.
    Jacqui had almost had enough and was one step from walking out the door.
The only thing that kept her here was a voice in the back of her head
challenging her to stay and pose.
    Jacqui was the last woman in the dressing room as the other models had
already passed through the door.  The crew was packing up their many boxes and
cases full of make-up and clothing.   She sat down in the seat closest to the
door and waited to be called again.
    Her fingers toyed absently with the white lace of the full-length
Victorian creation they had wrapped her body in.  To her it looked like a
nightgown a virgin would wear to her wedding bed.  The thought somehow pleased
her, and she almost grinned, but stopped as "the last girl" was called to the
stage.
    Tamping down her fears she walked to the door, opened it and strolled out,
praying she looked casual.  Her feet were enveloped in tiny satin slippers
with the barest hint of a heel...nothing like the pumps of before.
    Standing, once again, before the lenses of Ray's camera she saw him look
up.  His face widened into a smile this time, and he nodded his approval at
the change the crew had made in her.  She looked like an angel with her fair
complexion and the white gown encircling her tiny frame.  She was beautiful,
there was no doubt of that, but she had a natural beauty, not needing the
garbage they had piled on her high cheekbones and large blue eyes.  He knew
exactly which set would best benefit the little beauty.
     "It's the bedroom for you, love." His familiar voice washed waves around
her befuddled brain.  He must have noticed her hesitation as he said softly,
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to.  I'm not forcing you into
anything.  Anything you do will be of your own accord."
    "No...no, I want to do this."
    Ray's face changed dramatically as he watched her walk over to the set.
His body tensed and his smile faded as he watched her nervously sit down on
the corner of the bed.  Something small had invaded his mind, some strike of
recognition.  He knew he'd never seen the woman before, but something about
her was vaguely familiar.  Her voice?!?!?!
    He knew he had to draw her into a conversation.  He had to hear the voice
again to know if this was his angel from the computer.  Probably not, he
thought to himself, but there's no harm in checking.
    "So, angel, do you have anything special in mind for the camera?"
    Jacqui looked at him, then looked around the false scene she was sitting
in.  She was too shy in front of the many men working the equipment.  She
sighed.  If it was only Ray then maybe things would progress naturally, but
she would have to make do with the situation at hand.
    "I don't know.  You're the photographer.  You tell me what you want."
    Ray smiled.  It was her!  She had summoned all her courage to actually
show up for this shoot, and he knew that this was something that was
definitely not in her character.  So, the little vixen thinks she can get away
with this all without letting me know who she is?  His thoughts were going in
and out of his mind, trying to figure out the best way to handle this
situation.  I'll shock her, he grinned at his own thoughts.
    "Jacqui...you're stalling again.  I've always told you that you have to
say what YOU want."
    If he was looking to scare her off it wasn't working.  She controlled her
features as her mind took in the fact that he knew who she was.  Suddenly it
was as if all the others on the set were forgotten.  It was her and Ray, alone
again, and she was free to taunt him in her usual fashion.
    She reclined on the soft pink satin of the bed, and her pose was
strikingly erotic to his eyes.  "Ray, it's you I want to please.  I don't know
what to expect from all this, but how about you tell me what you want, and you
teach me to do this the way you want it?"
    The shock on the men's faces did not go unnoticed by Ray as it had by her.
He looked around at the smiles developing on their faces, and he became
decidedly wicked.
    "Sit back on the pillows."  At her questioning look her elaborated.
"Stretch out and lean slightly to your side."
    He smiled warmly as she did as she was told.  Even though the gown she
wore showed off nothing of her body it hinted enough at it for him to imagine
was treasures lay beneath the material.
    "Joe, come here."  As the co-sysop walked over Ray reached into his jean's
pocket and handed Joe his keys.  "Go in the car and get me my daughter's
stuffed koala bear."  At Joe's dumbfounded expression Ray prodded him to hurry
up.
    Turning his attention back to Jacqui he felt a warmth envelope him.  His
camera was almost forgotten, but he quickly remembered it, and he began to
photograph his little computer angel.
    Jacqui's thoughts were running rampant.  Thus far he had not asked her to
take off her gown...or even to hike it up a little to expose so much as her
slender calves.  As she quickly warmed up to the events surrounding her she
became less coy and began to lift her gown without his asking it of her.
    Joe came back with the stuffed animal, and Ray quickly took it to the
bedroom setting and put it in Jacqui's hands.  He wasted no time photographing
her child-like joy, and she looked directly into the camera with an impish
grin as she gave it an exuberant hug.
    "Jacqui,"  She almost jumped as his voice interrupted her thoughts. "Untie
the lacing of the gown."  His eyes bore into her's, but his voice was too
gentle to refuse.  "That's enough."  He said when the gown hung open just
enough to bare her tits for his viewing.   Her large breasts hung heavily
against her tiny ribcage, their creamy complexion in stark contrast to the
dark red of her nipples.
    She must have read his thoughts as she took them out of the material,
laying them to rest outside of the gown.  His camera clicked away, and she
played for the camera, seducing the crew with her wanton poses.
    Ray felt his jeans tightening around his hips and as each second passed he
could feel his cock getting larger.  With a slight movement of his hand Joe
was at his side, and he handed the camera to him.  They both looked as Jacqui
took one hard nipple into her mouth, and they smiled as they heard the slight
sucking sounds.  Joe quirked an eyebrow at Ray, and Ray turned and headed over
to Jacqui.
    With her head bowed over her ample tits she didn't notice Ray until he was
directly beside the bed.  She looked up at his smiling visage and slowly
scanned down until she saw the taunting bulge in his pants.  She looked
towards the crew and saw that Joe had the camera, and she smiled a wide smile.
Her hand stretched out to lightly trace the prominent outline of his cock, and
as she felt his hips push forward to her touch she quickly began to undo the
zipper of his jeans.
    Wity the waistband of his jeans around his upper thighs and his cock
standing just inches from her mouth she laughed.  Her hand seemed so small as
she grasped his dick.  She used both hands to encircle the entire length of
him and she gently tugged him closer to the bed.  Her head moved forward and
she took the enlarged head of his cock between her lips.
    The clicking of the camera sounded faintly in her ears as her tongue
swirled around the head, flicking the slit, playing wonderful havoc with the
sensitive underside of it.  She felt his large hands at the back of her head
encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth.  She was never one for
deep-throating and had to pull slightly back when she felt the long shaft fill
her mouth.
    Ray gritted his teeth against the pleasure she was giving him.  She
couldn't take the entire length of him into her mouth, but she more than made
up for that with the tireless probing of her hot tongue.  She leaned back on
the bed, resting on her elbow, him still in her mouth, and she lifted the gown
around her hips.  He watched as her tiny hands toyed with the dark blonde
curls of her snatch.  As he watched her fingertips deftly begin to tease her
swollen clit he felt her mouth suck increasingly harder at his cock.
    He sensed Joe beside him, the camera angling for a better shot, and he
slowly pulled himself out of her mouth.  A thin line of saliva stretched the
distance between his dick and her lips and her tongue shot out to quickly
slash the bond.
    As she lay back on the bed she watched Ray undress.  The photo he had
given her had not done him justice.  His body was more perfect than the .gif
had let her see, and she could feel the clit beneath her fingers pulse at the
sight of him.  She slowed her rubbing and waited for him to join her on the
bed.
    He kneeled at the edge of the bed and he took both of her slender ankles
in one hand and lifted her legs straight into the air.  He had changed a
thousand diapers with this same move, but his cock strained forward at the
sight of her pink lips showing through and the smooth ass just begging for his
touch.
    He took an ankle in each hand and he spread her legs until she was in a
near split, her cunt lips opening invitingly to his view.  He took one quick
look at the innocence in the deep blue of her eyes.  Dipping his head to her
he began to run his tongue over the fleshy lips of her pussy.  He felt a touch
of shock as his lips captured her clit.  Never had he felt such a large,
pulsating clit in his mouth.  No wonder she had said she was easy excitable in
one of their phone conversations.
    His tongue dipped into her hole and the over-abundance of juices let him
know just exactly how turned on she was.  He felt her hips buck rhythmically
against his mouth, and he concentrated on nothing except making this little
vixen cum.
    Jacqui's hips swiveled and swerved, desperately seeking her release.  His
tongue was wreaking havoc on her senses, and her mind lost all rational
thought, not noticing Joe's camera capturing the look on her face or snapping
on Ray's tongue over her cunt.
    Her head came forward to her chest, her stomach tightening, her body
fairly curling into a ball as she came.  She desperately pushed at Ray's head,
trying to get him to move away from her now-too-sensitive clit for a moment's
respite.
    Ray quickly came to his knees, and, once again, he grabbed an ankle in
each hand.  When she tried to close her legs he forcefully held them open.  He
positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy and rammed into
her.  Her first gasp of pleasure reached his ears, but the rest were drowned
out by his own heavy breathing.
    Something in his mind tried to remind him of something she had once said a
long time ago when they had first started talking about fantasies.  As a spark
of memory came to him he withdrew and roughly turned her on her stomach. He
entered her again, her length pinned to the mattress.  After a few delicious
strokes he forcefully wrapped his fingers around her hips and pulled her up to
her hands and knees.
    As he slammed into her at a maddening pace he stared at her pert little
ass.  He decided that she was only going to get what she wanted.  He lifted
his hand and brought it down on one cheek of her ass.  She arched forward at
the first stinging slap, but pushed back into him and he slapped her again. He
looked down at the red imprints his hand was leaving and heard her moans grow
louder.
    Jacqui couldn't believe the sensations surrounding her body.  She had
never thought being photographed having sex would turn her on, but there was
no stopping her.  She was the horniest she had ever been, and the slight sting
of each of his slaps was bringing her closer to cumming.  She tightened the
walls of her pussy, grabbing his cock harder within her.
    She heard Ray's husky command to Joe, telling him to get a close up of her
lips surrounding the base of his cock and her mind reeled.
    "I want to try something different."  With that statement she almost
screamed as she felt Ray's dick slip completely out of her wet hole, and she
knew he was no longer on the bed with her.
    As he ran to the other sets she rolled over and spread her legs for the
camera.  Her fingers spread her lips wide and she could feel her juices
dripping out of her cunt, and she thought about the pictures Joe was catching
on film.  Slipping one finger inside of her she ran her thumb over her clit at
the same time.  She was closer to cumming than she thought and the camera did
not fail to capture her as she slipped over the edge.
    Ray came back just in time to see her hips pumping against her hand, and
he didn't want her to cum just yet.  "No!"  It was too late as he watched his
angel's face screw up into a tight look of pain that he knew was absolute
pleasure.
    When her body had slowed it's bucking he joined her on the bed again.  He
lay on his back and laughed softly when she crawled on top of him.  What a
passionate little one this one was!  He felt the walls of her cunt
sporadically grip him, the after effects of her orgasm.
    Jacqui began to ride him, raising and lowering her hips in wild abandon
over his rock hard cock.  She looked to his side and she saw his hand loosely
folded over a vibrator, and she snatched it away from him.  Leaning back she
arched upwards so that only half of him was inside of her.  She put the head
of the vibrator against the length of his shaft and she slowly slid down over
both of them, taking both dick and vibrator into her cunt.
    At first Ray watched in wonder, but as soon on she had the length of both
shafts in her pussy he almost fainted.  It was too tight, and the sensations
rippling through his balls told him he was going to cum soon.
    Jacqui had never been so uninhibited before in her entire life.  She felt
gloriously wicked, and she turned around.  Looking at the bulge in Joe's pants
she beckoned him forward.  She told him she wanted him in her ass, and laughed
evilly as he quickly undressed to follow her wishes.  One crew member thought
enough to pick up the camera where he had dropped it in his haste, and took up
photographing where Joe left off.
    Jacqui's head fell back, her long blond tresses tickling the top of her
ass as she felt the head of Joe's cock probing at the opening of her ass.  She
relaxed herself and allowed him to enter her completely.  She heard the gasps
of both men and she knew it must be unbearably tight for them.
    As she held the vibrator in her pussy she began to rock slowly, the
unusual positions the three of them were in making it almost impossible to go
faster.  She didn't care, the feelings too intense to pay any heed to caution.
She rocked faster feeling both cocks and the vibrator sliding in and out of
her.
    Remarkably enough it was Joe that came first, loudly grunting as he pushed
into her a few last times before he withdrew completely and fell, exhausted,
to the bed.  She tightened her ass, trying desperately to hold his cum inside
of her.  It was then that she felt Ray's cum flooding her cunt and she slipped
the vibrator out of her.
    Ray slipped out from underneath her and he grabbed the camera as she
stayed on her hands and knees.  She held his cum in her cunt, and Joe's in her
ass.  He grabbed the camera from the crewman and bent down at the end of the
bed to photograph her fingers rubbing her swollen clit, enticing her to yet
another orgasm.
    With amazement he photographed her cumming, and as she did she let the cum
from both him and Joe drip out of both her holes.  The sight of all three of
their loads dripping down to all mingle in one in a pool on the mattress
almost got his cock rock hard again, but instead he laughed as she collapsed
forward on the bed.
    He watched as she crawled up on her hands and knees again, and she looked
like a tiny tiger prowling over the sheets.  He looked at her beautiful face
and the smile on her face was wide, the look in her eyes engagingly wicked.
    "Clear the set!"
    She smiled even wider as his voice bellowed out and the crewmen jumped to
leave the studio.  His knee nudged Joe to get up and out as well.  When they
were alone they both lay on the bed, resting up for more adventures later.
    Jacqui broke out laughing, and said, "You can't show those photos on the
board.  Your wife would kill you if she saw you in any of those .gifs."
    "I suppose I could open a private board for just the two of us with
passwords and everything."
    "Could you do that?"  Her wide eyed innocence sent him into peels of
laughter.
    "I'm the SysOp...remember?"