It was a long trek each day by subway from the Bronx to
New York University in Manhattan, but Chelsey had done it for so long that it
was second nature. She wouldn’t know
what to do if she didn’t get on the subway in the morning. It was always an experience of what the
subway would be like that day depending on whether the car she got on was clean
or it had seen too many drunks the night before and smelled. In spite of that,
she always had a smile on her face and a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
She always got appreciative stares from men and some
women. They were of all ages, but
Chelsey never thought an older man staring at her was offensive. He was appreciative. This day was no different from any other
day. It was partly her fault. She dressed sexy, why not since she had the
body for it and she might as well flaunt it while she could. She dressed well
in her limited budget, shopping all the thrift shops in Manhattan to buy
almost fashionable clothes for pennies on the dollar. Her biggest expense was lingerie, buying them
new, but always when they went on sale.
It was the way they made her feel that made it a worthwhile expense.
The car wasn’t very crowded yet. She sat with her legs crossed. Her short skirt rode up high to leave a lot
of her legs exposed. Her skirt clung to
her hips and ass. She wore a sweater
that morning, the days and nights got cooler now that summer was over. She should wear a bra, but she didn’t. It wasn’t that she needed one, her firm,
young breasts stood up proudly without any support. It was her nipples that betrayed her. She couldn’t control them. They’d get hard at the slightest provocation, and she never knew when. If they got cold, they grew hard. If they rubbed too much on her top, they got
hard. They even betrayed her thoughts,
growing aroused at the slightest sexual thought in her head, and at her age,
that was all that was in her head. When
they got hard and pointed, there was nothing for her to do but flaunt them,
arching her back the slightest bit more until her nipples looked as though they
pointed to the sky. She was sure that
she provoked many erections in the subway every day. Some might be ashamed of that, but for her, she felt proud.
Bill was lucky that morning. She got in
the same car as he did. He’d seen her a
dozen times in the last three months.
When he did, he always made sure that he got a good seat that was
advantageous for looking at her. His
wife would be mad at him if she knew that a young woman gave him an erection
every time he saw her.
Not only did she have a great body, but she was also
beautiful. She wasn’t one of the
Manhattan rich that bathed in their beauty with their money. This one was naturally beautiful. She dressed eloquently, yet sexy. He loved to see her walk off the subway, her three-inch heels tapping on the concrete, her
calves taut and her long legs shapely.
She had light brown hair, so silky and smooth he wished he could touch
it, yet with just enough curl to make her look sexier. It hung down below her breasts when it fell
in the front. That made her breasts
provocative when they were hidden from his eyes, but then, when she shook her
head and her hair moved, her hard nipples were suddenly revealed as if she’d
teased him. He’d stared into those big,
beautiful emerald green eyes that twinkled, but it was a sexy twinkle as if she
was caught doing something naughty. Her
long brown eyelashes opened and closed to tease any man with them. Her face was tanned from the summer, but her
skin was flawless. She wore little
makeup, a bit of eyeliner, but she always wore lipstick. Her lipstick was never bland or subtle. The colors were brilliant, none more than the
deep red she wore this morning. She had
full lips that sent any man’s cock hard at the thought of those red lips
wrapped around their cock and those green eyes stare up at him while she sucked
his cock.
It was a long day of classes, spending time in the
library doing her homework when she didn’t have class. The last year had been hard financially, and it left her little time for socializing. She hadn’t had a steady boyfriend in a year,
just a few occasional dates, but none of them inspired her to go any
further. Her sex life was non-existent, and she missed that. Her first two years of college was spent
wildly experimenting with her sexuality.
She’d calmed down as her financial problems loomed greater in front of
her, but she was a senior now, and she
only had to survive this year, and she’d
graduate. She majored in Applied
Psychology. She hoped to go on to
graduate school, but for now, it wasn’t
in the cards. She’d need to get a job
and pay her student loans and begin to live a life more than her existence now.
* * * *
April was Chelsey’s mother’s best friend. When Chelsey’s mother and her father, Bill
died three years prior in a car accident, April was there for Chelsey. While Chelsey was eighteen at the time and an
adult, she’d just graduated from high school and still lived at home. April couldn’t leave her on her own, so she
took her in. April tried not to sound
like a mother, but she was twenty years older than Chelsey, so it was difficult.
Her parents left little in the way of insurance like most families that
lived day by day on their paycheck.
Chelsey was determined to go to NYU. She’d already been accepted with a partial scholarship, and her parents never had much
money to help her out, so she was on her
own. Student loans were first, but part-time jobs and scholarships were on the
list.
It was a tough first year, trying to live with the death
of her parents at the same time she went to college. Chelsey couldn’t deny that she probably drank
too much and slept with too many men during the first two years until she
finally got that out of her system. She
did find she was good in college and excelled in her classes. She worked just about every campus job from
the kitchen to the bookstore. None of them paid much, but every little bit
counted. April helped her out when she
could, but she wasn’t living the high life either. She worked at a boutique in Manhattan, but
the city was expensive to live in, even where they lived in the Bronx. They had a small two-bedroom flat that was
adequate and reasonably safe.
Chelsey got along well with April. They were like sisters more than anything
else, in spite of their age difference.
April was a woman of the world and had more experience than she told
of. Chelsey’s mother was the same way
until she married Chelsey’s father then she settled down. April never married,
so she never settled down, just as much of a rebel now as she was back then.
They had a long discussion on this subject, but April
gave her one last chance to change her mind.
“Are you sure you want to do this?
You can change your mind.”
Saturday was the day they’d go.
“Yes, I thought about it.
It’s not a big deal, and I can use
the money. I can’t thank you enough for
the opportunity that you found.” A
thousand dollars would help out immensely.
It wasn’t that she’d make that much babysitting, her latest endeavor to
get a few extra bucks. She was glad that
April would go with her. That would make
her feel more comfortable, but Chelsey was okay with this. It wasn’t a big deal.
* * * *
Chelsey spent a lot of time getting ready that morning;
she wanted to look perfect. She brought
her small bag with her with three changes of clothes that she hoped would be
interesting. Luckily, April knew Lucas
and she could vouch for him. Chelsey was
a bit nervous in front of a complete stranger.
They took the subway to Manhattan. It was only a few blocks from the
station. Chelsey got a lot of stares as
she walked with four-inch heels that
early in the morning. Most of the other
women scurried around with sneakers on.
It was too early for the party crowd.
It was a small studio. An electronic bell rang as the door
opened. There was a small lobby with six
chairs and a table with magazines on it, most of them glamour magazines. The
walls were lined with his pictures, and Chelsey was glad at his quality and his
ability to capture the real person he photographed. The pictures on the wall were sexy but
nothing too outrageous.
“Good morning, April.
This must be Chelsey. I’ve seen
your pictures, but the photographer should be shot. I won’t make the same mistake; I’ll capture
the real you if you reveal it to me.” He
gave April a peck on her cheek and one for Chelsey. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Thank you for this, Lucas. You’re really helping me out.” Chelsey was glad that he wasn’t too old, late twenties, not some creepy lecher with a
ten-dollar camera. He was handsome. That would make it easier. He’d appreciate her.
“It’s you that’s going to do me a favor. I have high expectations
for you, Chelsey. I’m sure you won’t let me down. Let’s go in the back. April can get herself a cup of coffee, and we can get going. I have three hours to devote to you, and I don’t want to waste a moment of it.”
The back wasn’t what she was expecting. It looked like a regular living room, all the
way down to a fake sliding glass door on one side. The only thing different was the lights that
surrounded everything. They were off
now, but they’d light the room up vividly to show every detail. She’d expected something like a bed in the
center of the room, but there was one on the far side of the room. Lucas turned on the lights and picked up a
camera from the table, one of a half dozen of them.
“I don’t want you posing.
Just act naturally for the
camera. Think of the camera as your lover, and you want to arouse him. I want to see passion
in your eyes and your body.”
Chelsey had agreed to pose for sexy pictures for
$1,000. Lucas never defined what sexy
pictures meant, but Chelsey had a good idea of what he wanted. April said he’d hide her face in more
intimate pictures, so it would be difficult for anyone to see it was her. The lights came on. It was beginning, but she didn’t feel
nervous. She began to forget there was
anyone in the room except for her and a man, a very sexy man that she wanted to
entice into making love to her. It had
been a long time since she had a man, and she wanted him badly, but she’d have
to work at it.
Lucas began to look through the lens to capture her. She didn’t look at him as if he wasn’t
there. She looked sexy in the white silk
blouse and the black skirt that clung to her ass and hips. It was short,
and it left the long expanse of her legs revealed, perched high on four-inch heels. She wet her lips,
and he caught the picture as her pink tongue snuck naughtily out of her mouth
to lick her red lips.
She arched her back as she slowly began to unbutton her
blouse. She teased her lover as her
fingers moved slowly and she didn’t pull it open until three buttons were
unbuttoned. She arched her back more
when she pulled it open to reveal the sexy lace bra that did little to contain
her breasts. It was cut low and the
material thin. She was sure that her
lover could see her dark areolas, and her hard nipples were already obvious.
Lucas continued to take pictures, but he was oblivious to
her.
She turned her back and leaned against the sliding glass
door. Her hands slowly drew her skirt up
in the back. She didn’t stop until it
was almost to her waist. She tucked it so it wouldn’t fall back down as she put her hands on the cold glass of the door. She pushed her legs farther behind her and
spread them slightly. Her hands moved
lower on the glass as her naked ass arched up high into the air. Her thong did little to hide anything, the
string pushed between her cheeks. Her
full buttocks were revealed. She clenched
and unclenched her cheeks as she posed for her lover, showing him what pleasure
she’d give him if his cock was inside
her. Her pussy grew wet.
She turned to her lover and took off her blouse. She carefully laid it on a chair as she faced
him in her bra. She didn’t unhook her
bra, but instead, she reached into each
cup and grasped her naked breast to pull it out until both of them were
revealed, pushed up high by the bra cup underneath them. Her nipples ached,
so her fingers slowly teased each one to run the tip of her nails around her
areolas to torment her nipples further.
She finally pinched them. They
stood up hard and pointed as she finally took her bra off and placed it neatly
on her blouse.
The skirt did little to cover anything, still tucked at
her waist. She had to release it to open
the button and pull down the zipper. She
let it fall to her ankles, but instead of picking it up, she kicked it aside. She turned to her lover, standing naked
except for her skimpy white thong that
did little to hide anything. He could
already see the damp spot on it from her arousal. She pushed her hips forward as she slowly
pulled the thong down. It slid easily
and fell to her ankles. She kicked it
aside, but this time, she stood there, her legs parted wide. Her pussy lips opened up and the dampness
increased.
She stopped Lucas from taking pictures while she put her
clothes back on but a new outfit. It was
a black spandex dress that barely went to
her crotch. Beneath it, she wore a garter belt along with black
stockings with a dark black seam up the back.
She wore no thong or bra.
Lucas waited for her to come out of the bathroom. She didn’t say a word to him or April as if
they weren’t in the room. She kneeled on
the couch, her ass arched up high, her legs spread slightly. She didn’t turn to look at him as he began to
take pictures.
It was as if she was making love to the camera. Her hips moved sensuously, her dress high
above her buttocks. She was completely
open from the back. Her pussy was dripping. She could almost feel the camera only inches
behind her to expose her brilliantly to the inanimate film that would capture
her intimately for all to see.
She lay on her belly on the couch, the dress at her waist, so her buttocks were completely exposed. She rose up to her knees, her high heels
still on her feet. She clenched her
buttocks and released them. She arched
up her ass, her legs parted as well as her cheeks relaxed. She was open from ass hole to pussy.
The camera caught her juices glistening in the bright
lights. Chelsey was soaked, aroused by
the camera.
She sat up on the couch, her heels parked on the coffee
table in front of it. She spread her
legs boldly as she laid back, her hands on her breasts. Her pussy was openly displayed for her
lover. She wanted to touch herself, but
it was too soon. She wanted herself at
the peak of her arousal.
She went over to the bed now. Her black dress was highlighted on the white
comforter. She hiked up her dress as she
lay down on the bed and began to roll around on it. The comforter felt good as she pressed her
pussy into it, her legs spread wide as if she tried to make love to the bed,
her ass rising up and down slowly as if a lover’s cock was inside her and she
fucked it. She rolled on her back so she could take the dress off, naked except for the
high heels, garter belt and stockings.
She lay on her belly, her upper body pushed up high enough, so her naked breasts were
revealed. She rolled her hips from side
to side and then up and down. Her legs
spread wider each time.
Lucas was on his fourth camera, trying to capture
Chelsey. She was in a world of her own, and it was sensual
pleasure that covered her face and naked body.
She left nothing to the imagination.
She was now up on her hands and knees.
She spread her legs wide. She
didn’t turn around, but her hands slid back.
This was the first time that her hands touched herself, not sure how she
had such restraint. She was drenched
without as much as a finger had touched her pussy. Her red fingernails stood out brilliantly
against her white flesh. She gripped her
pussy lips and slowly peeled them open as if to give him enough time to capture
every inch of her exposing her pink, wet inner lips to the fullest. She kept them open for long minutes as Lucas
continued to snap pictures, changing the angle from beneath her to above her to
capture every inch of her naked, intimate flesh.
Chelsea never expected to do this. She thought she’d strip naked for him and
he’d put her into poses, but he never said a word. It was all her undoing, and the more it went on, the bolder she became. As much as she tried to ignore the camera,
she could still hear the shutter snapping,
and he was close. She could barely keep
her pussy lips open too wet for her to grip, but her fingers finally released
the soaking wet flesh. Her fingers crept
up her buttocks, and then, she did the unthinkable. She peeled apart her buttocks. She had to fight her body’s natural instinct
to clench her buttocks to prevent exposing her anus, but her fingers peeled
them apart like a ripe fruit. She could
feel the uncomfortable and unnatural tug on her anal ring and the spasms of her
muscles, but she continued to spread her cheeks apart until she was sure that
her anus was unfurled so the camera could capture the mysterious dark hole.
It seemed like only minutes, but Lucas had been shooting
pictures of her for almost three hours.
He had to have a thousand pictures.
He couldn’t wait to see them. He
was sure that it would be his best work ever.
Chelsea was born to show her body to the world. It was a natural instinct that she had in
her, sure that she never realized it before.
He hated to say it, but he was a man of his word. “That’s been three hours, Chelsea. I’ve never seen a woman like you before. Your body is pure eroticism. You were born naked,
and you should live your life that way.”
She turned over on her back. She brought her legs up and then spread her
knees wide. She put a pillow under her head so she could see herself. Lucas stopped taking pictures of her, but he
stood in front of the bed, staring between her legs as her hands ran over her
breasts to pinch her nipples. It felt so
good. She knew she would never make it
home in this condition. Then, she said it
before she realized what she did. “Do
you mind if I cum first? I need to
masturbate so badly.”
Lucas was almost unable to say a word, but then, the idea
hit his brain like it was inevitable.
“I’ll pay you another thousand dollars if I can record you masturbating.”
She knew that her face would be exposed, and he’d record every second of it, but the thought of
cumming for the camera made her drench the bed beneath her. She couldn’t say no if she wanted to. She didn’t think she’d ever been as aroused as she was now. “Yes,” she surrendered as she licked her
lips. If only I had a cock inside my pussy. She put everything else out of her head and
concentrated on with the touch of her hands on her body. It was purely animalistic urges that she
needed to satisfy.
If Lucas thought that she’d cum quickly, he’d be
surprised. She was a master at arousing
herself, only to leave herself on edge
but she’d quickly bring her back up until she was panting with desire. She showed him everything and every
position. She brought her legs high over
her head, her body limber and supple while she spread her pussy so far apart,
but it wasn’t just her pussy lips. She
put fingers inside her pussy and opened up the mysterious
dark hole for the intimate camera to capture her. Not even her anus was immune to her fondling
fingers. She never touched herself there
before, but for the camera, her fingers ran around her anus to incite something
she never knew existed. She had to put
two fingers inside her pussy, so she could see the way her anus and pussy
clenched in unison. The same two fingers
that were in her pussy soon sought out her anus. One wet finger pushed against the restraining
muscles of her anus, but she won out, and
the tip of her finger pressed inside her as her sphincter clenched tight.
Lucas captured her face as the mounting orgasm built up
in her body. Her eyes were glazed over, and she moaned softly. The room was silent,
and he hoped the camera caught every moan from her lips. The camera panned continuously over her body,
from her head to her breasts to her pussy
and her anus. Her hands moved rapidly as
her arousal increased. She had three
fingers inside her pussy while her thumb played over her clit. Her other hand snuck between her cheeks, and she rose up
so he could capture one finger missing from her other hand as it wormed inside
her bowels.
She could feel the fingers in her pussy touch the one in
her guts, separated only by a thin membrane between them. Her thoughts were of two cocks between her
legs at the same time, taking her in the dark act of being fucked and sodomized
at the same time. Two cocks would drive
deep into her body until they met in the darkest depths. It would be there that they’d release their pent-up lust, flooding both passages with their
hot cum. She came like she never did
before, her fingers fucking both holes as she pressed her clit hard into her
pelvic bone as if she could drive it inside her. She shot out like a man. It was never ending
as her body went from plateau to plateau, each time higher. Her head exploded in a never-ending orgasm that ripped through her
body until she was exhausted. She could
barely breathe, her fingers still pulsating in her twin holes.
This was the first time that Lucas got the lens of his
camera wet, but this was also the first time that he’d ever captured a “shooter.” He
heard that some woman came like a man, but he’d never experienced it himself
and surely never while taking pictures.
He couldn’t wait to see the final product sure the drops of her cum on
the lens would only add authenticity to the movie. He didn’t stop filming until she pulled her
fingers out of her pussy and ass hole, but then, he kept up while she licked
the soaked fingers that had been in her pussy.
The euphoria finally washed over her body. It was difficult to stand on her two legs,
for they felt like rubber. She saw the
bed was soaked, but she wasn’t ashamed or sorry. She’d cum so explosively.
She took her time getting dressed as she put back on the
clothes she wore when she first arrived.
She didn’t wipe her pussy. She
wanted to experience the wetness all the way home on the subway and wonder if
any man nearby could smell her.
“Your mother would be proud of you, Chelsey. That is something she would’ve done when she
was your age.” April saw more of her
mother in Chelsey than she ever did before.
“Thank you.” She
turned to Lucas as he handed her twenty crisp one hundred-dollar bills. “I hope it was worth the money, Lucas.”
“I’ve never shot a woman like you before, Chelsey. You were born to make love to the
camera. If you ever want to do it again,
call me first. Do you want to see the
pictures and the tape when I’m finished?”
“I don’t think so, Lucas.
I lived it, and although I’m sure your pictures will be outstanding, nothing could match what is in my head, and I don’t want to lose that.”
The ride home on the subway was quiet between the two of
them. Chelsey had nothing to say. She was too interested in the way men looked
at her on the subway as if they saw her being naughty and wanted more.
She finally said something to April when she got home and
settled in. “I hope you didn’t mind what
I did?”
“I was mesmerized by it, Chelsey. It was as if Lucas and I weren’t in the room,
only you and an unknown lover.” It was
as if Chelsey was in a sexual trance.
“I did like taking the money for it. It made it so much naughtier and
arousing. I made two thousand dollars in
hours. It was too easy and rewarding.”
“You have a body that was made for it, Chelsey. You’re young and beautiful. You don’t have to answer, but are you
sexually experienced?”
“I’m not sure how to answer that. My first two years of college I experimented
with sex, but it was only with men, and
they fucked me, but I didn’t do what many other women did.”
“Like what?”
“I took the head of a cock in my mouth, but I never
really sucked one. The taste was
overpowering, so I refused to go any further.
I never let a man play with my ass, but after today, I don’t know
why. I found it to be very stimulating,
not expecting to feel anything sexually there.
And I was never with a woman sexually, although there were always the
flirtatious kisses between women when they drank and teased the boys.”
“Would you do any of that if you were paid for it?” April didn’t know if she was out of line, but
she never tried to be Chelsey’s mother.
She was more like her best friend.
She never thought of having her picture taken while naked
and making money at it, yet she did it successfully. It aroused her. Would having sex with a man for money do the same
thing? Would giving up my virgin mouth and ass be worth it? “I never thought of it before. I think I could do it, especially if I was paid.
That’s almost an aphrodisiac to me.
I would have to perform whatever was demanded of me, whether I wanted to
or not.”
“Keep an open mind about it. You never know when the opportunity might
present itself. Just like this
opportunity with Lucas, it happened by chance.”
Chelsey’s mother and April had done it when they were young and broke,
but she wouldn’t tell Chelsey that.
She’d have to make up her own mind.