“Oh, I`m sorry Mr Hopkins but I`ve never modelled before, and I`m not sure it would be very appropriate- “
“I`m afraid I must insist Misty.” He interjected, staring into her eyes.
Misty was a little disturbed by the way he was looking at her, but for some reason refusal wasn`t an option.
“Of course, Mr Hopkins I would love to model for you, and there’s no need to pay me.”
“Good. I think tomorrow at 1.30.”
Misty hesitated. “I`m afraid I have to- “
“Tomorrow at 1.30 misty. Try not to be late. I will supply the clothing. But please no bra or panties all morning. Those lines are so unsightly.”
Almost as an afterthought he said: “Actually, I think it might be better if you remained naked. That way there can be no mistakes. I would hate to have to cancel our little session.”
Misty got it. It would be horrible to have to reschedule. And if it made him happy to take her picture then why not?
“You do want to please me don`t you Misty?”
“Oh yes, more than anything!” She gushed.
“Very good.” He smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
Why did I agree to do it? Thought Misty, now safely behind her front door. How could I have been so stupid? She knew all too well what would be expected of her and was determined to keep her knickers, and her hymen, firmly in place.
She knew she could overpower him if things went too far, and it might actually be perfectly innocent, enjoyable even. She was probably worrying over nothing.
“Ah Misty, welcome.” He said delightedly, casting an appreciative eye over his latest model. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten about our little arrangement.”
“Oh, sorry I`m late Mr Hopkins. I`m just really nervous I guess.”
“No problem my dear. Please come inside.”
He stepped aside and ushered Misty into his living room which had been decked out with all manner of photographic equipment. Misty cringed, her nerves returning. He`s leering at me. She thought, clutching her bathrobe a little tighter across her chest. Not knowing what to wear, she had decided a simple bathrobe would have to suffice, and she now stood naked beneath it, before a clearly pleased Peter Hopkins.
“Now, I have some things for you to try on behind that curtain. Start at the front of the rail and work your way back. Everything should fit.”
The first item was a rather elegant black evening gown. After checking that Hopkins was busy, she shucked off her bathrobe and wriggled into the tight-fitting dress.
It clung to her like a second skin. The bodice pushed upwards, pushing her tits together and forming a deep visible cleavage. This was already too much.
“Mr Hopkins, I can`t possibly wear this. It’s too tight and revealing.”
Peter Hopkins was fiddling with his camera and didn`t even bother to look up. “Misty the dress is a perfect fit. You look beautiful in it, and it isn`t nearly revealing enough. Everything you try on will make you feel sexy. You will do everything I ask of you willingly and without question, and you will simply love modelling for me. Understand?”
She nodded unseen. “Yes of course.” And re-evaluated the dress in the mirror. He was right. She did look sexy in it.
Peter Hopkins moved around her with the camera, taking shot after shot. Misty was laughing, twisting and turning, and posing as directed. This was so much fun! Why had she never done this before? She didn`t even object when he pulled the zipper down at the back of the dress and pulled it off her shoulders. She naturally cupped her tits, holding the flimsy material tight against them, laughing as if before a lover. Then the dress was pulled to her waist, and she stood with her back to the camera, as more photos were taken.
Peter Hopkins was ecstatic. She was everything he`d hoped for and more. As she was changing into the next dress, Peter quickly deleted all of the photos. They were good, but far too tame for his website.
The next item of clothing was more revealing. Almost fetish wear, it consisted of a tight black micro skirt with a white blouse that fastened to just below the rib cage. Misty loved it. As she checked herself out in the mirror, she noticed her nipples growing hard and tenting the front of her blouse, her pink areoles visible through the sheer material.
Gosh, I look hot. Thought Misty running her palms over the hard buds of flesh. Her heavy tits were threatening to burst out of the blouse, and the skirt barely covered her wet and aching crotch.
As she stepped from behind the curtain, the breath caught in Peter Hopkins throat. My God she was beautiful. His fat cockhead had pushed above the waistband of his trousers and was now on full display. If Misty noticed she didn`t say.
“Take pictures of my tits.” She said smiling. Peter was happy to oblige. Then she stood with her back to him and bent over, spreading her legs, and grasping her ankles “Now my ass.”
Peter dropped to his knees getting some excellent pussy shots, his prick almost bursting. With a shock he realised that he had not commanded her to do this. This was not magic or drugs. This was a hot and horny Misty. All he had done was lower her inhibitions and this was the result.
Next came the swimsuit. It was a dark blue one piece, and deliberately two sizes too small. Misty was positively bursting out of it. Her deep cleft was clearly visible, and her tits were pushed up and squeezed out of the top and sides. This was too much for Peter Hopkins.
Stripping off his shirt, he dropped his trousers and underwear, stepping quickly out of them, letting his huge erection swing free. It swung briefly from side to side, before coming to rest pointing directly at Misty.
“Mr Hopkins!” Gasped Misty, putting a hand over her mouth in shock. “That`s huge, it`s massive. I mean, oh gosh!”
His emaciated body made his cock seem larger still. It was as if the huge organ was sucking the life out of him.
“Do you like it Misty?” He hissed quietly, sounding for all the world like the depraved pervert that he was. He stroked the swollen organ, pulling back the foreskin and making the fat knob balloon even larger. “Isn`t it a beauty?”
Misty nodded dumbly, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the first real cock she had ever seen and was shocked by its size and rigidity. The temptation to drop to her knees and take it into her mouth was almost overwhelming, but she stood her ground.
“Now.” He whispered. “Fold the material into that wet slit and pull it tight. I want to see those fat cunt lips.”
Misty did as she was told, feeling the shaved lips of her sex spread around the sopping wet material, and encompass the throbbing nubbin of her clit. She ran a finger lightly across it and felt a shiver of pleasure course through her body. Misty was on sexual overload. Never before had she had such incredible feelings coursing through her body.
Unbidden, she pulled the straps from her shoulders and pulled the swimsuit down to her waist, exposing the firm mounds of her tits to the pervert’s gaze.
“Get on your knees.” He whispered hoarsely. She dropped obediently to her knees as Hopkins shuffled towards her, his huge organ swinging before him. He took a tit in his hands and gently rubbed his swollen cockhead across the erect nipple smearing and rubbing his pre-cum into the rigid flesh.