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Camera slut – part 2I sat with Suzie in the back of the taxi. The taxi that was taking me to meet Baz, Mikes friend. She’d explained that we needed to go to a proper photographic studio to do the pictures that her Dad wanted. The naughty pictures. Naughty and dirty. It wasn’t a part of town I wanted to be in, let alone my daughter. Mike had gone ahead, taking various clothes that I would need for the shoot. Baz was older than I’d expected, in his forties. He was small, with one of those ridiculous pony tails that some men have when they start to lose their hair, as if the pony tail can make up for the receding hairline. Baz showed us through to the changing room. A young girl was waiting for me. She did my makeup. False eye lashes, eye liner, eye shadow, the works. Then brushed my long blonde hair. “Close ya eyes luv,” she said, before spraying my hair. Suzie helped me dress, blue lace underwear, underwear Dan had brought me for Christmas the previous year, the a blue evening dress, and heels, heels I hadn’t seen for years.“You must have had a good sort though my wardrobe,” I said.“You wouldn’t believe Mummy,” she said.I walked out into the studio. Mike was there, camera in hand. I hadn’t seen him since last night. Last night, oh god what possessed me. He smiled.“Mummy,” Suzie said. “Remember, Daddy wants it very naughty, remember.”I remembered. Remembered too he hadn’t said I, he’d said we want it naughty. We. Him and his friends I supposed. That thrilled me. Suddenly I was excited to be here. She looked fabulous. I’d asked Suzie to look this particular dress out, I’d always loved her in it. I started slowly, getting her warmed up. I knew that was important with her. Her red lips pouted into the camera, and I remembered last night, when those lips had been around my cock. My cock stiffened at the memory. It had been Suzie’s idea, she was really turning into a dirty bitch. Angie’s eyes shone when Suzie asked her to help. I focused on the job in hand. She was down to her panties now, panties and her heels. Her arms folded across her chest, hiding her assets, her feet apart. I was aware of Baz behind me, watching how I performed as a photographer. He was a pro, something I aspired to be. Right now I needed to get as much from this shoot as I could. He’d have his turn later, later when Mum would discover just how dirty Dad wanted the pictures, and how she was going to pay for the use of the studio. Baz would want her not just dirty, but positively filthy.“Can you make your nipples hard Mum,” I asked. Then watched as she tweaked them, getting them erect without any difficultly. Click, click, click.“Now pull your knickers down, not too far, that’s it, now stretch them between your knees, that’s it great.” Click, click, click.“Great, now take them right off.”I took a few more, open legged, from the front, from the back. Her arse so fucking perfect. “Great, time for a change of outfits Mum.”I did a couple more sets with different underwear, then Suzie passed her a vibrator.“Remember, naughty, its what Daddy wants.” Suzie told her.She didn’t looked shocked. Didn’t bat an eyelid. She sat on the arm of an armchair, popped it in her mouth, and sucked. Just as last night she’d sucked my cock. I’d almost come in her mouth, but she’d ran before that, shame, still Angie had finished the job. My cock hardened. “Can you hold it over your clit………”I watched as Mike photographed his mother. I’d know him for about a year, after I’d given a lecture at his college about breaking into what is a very competitive business. He’d been a quick learner. Had done various jobs for me. Photographing babies, k**s. Old ladies. He’d done it all. Helped me on more than few porno shoots. He was good, had a good eye. I thought he was taking the piss when he said he wanted to shoot his mother. Wow, what a looker, as was that little slut of a sister of his. Still she was for later. Right now, his mother was fucking herself with a vibrator, and by the look of it, getting off. Good job I’d set the video cameras going, I’d cut the content with what I planned for the afternoon. The vibro was fully inserted inside her, as she looked directly into Mikes camera. Fucking hot. I wondered how far she’d want to go later, not that it mattered what she wanted. She’d do what I wanted. Fuck I could sell her stuff everyday of the week. I rang my mate who had the club a few hundred metres up the road.“Gary mate, its me Baz, look you at the club later?” I asked. “Good, I’ll be along, got a right couple of fucking sluts you might want to have a look at,” I said. “You won’t fucking believe it, I know you’ll make it worth my while, gotta go, catch ya.”I pressed the end button, and put the phone back in my pocket. I walked back into the changing room, and checked the angle of the hidden cameras there. Suzie was there, having her makeup done. The acorn hadn’t fallen far from the tree there, she was a right little hottie. Wanted to do a set or two like her Mum, so Mike was doing one, I was doing the other.“Looking forward to your turn sweet heart,” I asked.“You bet,” she replied. “Look.” She parted her legs, she wasn’t wearing any panties, her pussy waxed. She parted herself, and as she did I saw a droplet of her wetness roll from her hole, down into the crack of her shapely arse.I smiled at her. I didn’t have time for her right then. Later, defiantly later, maybe I’d fuck her arse, or sell it to Gary.I walked back to the changing room, still holding the ten inch white vibrator. I just wore my heels. Baz was just coming out, as I walked in. He winked at me. I didn’t like him. Didn’t like his hair, cocky little odious man. Suzie was there, dressed in her schoolgirl uniform. White blouse, tartan kilt. White socks. White cotton knickers, I presumed. Only the high heels didn’t conform. She’d have been sent home for those. The kilt was shorter than she’d worn for school.“Your skirt is too short for school, amasya escort Dad wouldn’t have let you wear that,” I said.“No Mummy, you wouldn’t, Daddy liked to watch as I rolled it over at the waist band, so it was short enough so he could see my knickers as I got in or out of the car,” she said.“He did what?” I asked.But she just smiled, then said, “my turn in front of the camera, Daddy wants some pictures of his little girl.” She took the vibrator out of my hand, licked it, tasting me.“Mmm, nice. You taste nice, try some?” She handed it back to me, and walked out of the door, before turning, “coming to watch?”Suzie really was a dirty little bitch. How she wrapped Dad around her little finger was and always had been beyond me. “Oh Daddy……..” She’d say, sitting on his lap. She’d suggested the photos of Mum, whispered it in his ear, said how much it would help me, having a gorgeous model to photograph, how he would benefit. How he could show the photos of Mum to his mates, just like they showed him pictures of their girlfriends, their wives. She persisted, persuaded. Then he’d given in. Agreed. Agreed to his wife being photographed. “Oh and Daddy, they must be a little bit naughty!” She’d whispered. Now she wanted to be photographed, for Daddy.She bent over, her skirt rode up, flashing her white cotton school knickers. She unbuttoned her blouse, she didn’t wear a bra, her tits like Mums, just a cup size smaller. Her nipples already hard, A finger in her mouth, teasing the camera, teasing for the person who these pictures were for. Her present for Daddy.Her skirt above her waist now, her hand inside her panties, obvious that her fingers were inside herself. Baz watched, watched with Mum, who was still naked. I wondered what she thought. Then wondered how quickly Mum had become a slut for the camera, and how that had unlocked the slut in her. Suzie had told me Mum had been fucked for money, and I told her how Mum had sucked my cock. She wasn’t surprised. Her panties were off, her legs spread wide, wide for the camera, my camera. Her brothers camera. She held her cunt open, so wet, but then she was always wet and horny. In her other hand she held her wet knickers to her nose, smelling herself. She wanted to send the knickers, with the memory stick of these photos for Dad, so he could enjoy them. Dirty bitch.The make up girl was fixing my makeup, re doing my hair. Then black lingerie, stockings, hold -ups, killer heels, not mine. The lingerie was see-through, and luxurious. Some one had carefully unstitched the cotton gusset, so even there I was on display. This was the last set of the day. Baz had filmed me stripping, earlier. He was efficient, knew instinctively what he wanted. I’d finger fucked myself for him, his camera low down catching every moment. I’d been on fire. I needed to be fucked. Wanted it. Even him, even he could fuck me. I was wet so wet. I had reached a peak of arousal, and needed t be satisfied.I zipped up the little black dress. It fitted like a glove, it always had. What it hadn’t been was so short. It just covered my arse. Was just below my crotch. My stocking tops half visible.I walked out, onto the set. The set had been changed, and was now a table, with four chairs. I wasn’t alone on the set. Two guy sat there waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks. “Err, what’s going on,” I asked.“Nothing to worry about sweetie,” Baz said. “We just want to add a bit of background, spice things up a bit.“Well alright,” I said. “Just a bit.”He was filming, even as I walked onto the set. Mike held another camera, also filming me, filming his mother. I sat on one of the chairs. One of the guys was behind me. He kissed my neck, I looked up. He was a hunk, much younger than me. Italian maybe, black wavy hair, wearing a black suit, as was the other guy, but whereas the Italian was dark, olive skinned, the other was blonde, with cold piercing blue eyes. Italian man , kissed my lips, my lips parted as his tongue lipped into my mouth. I instantly forgot the cameras, and kissed him back, our tongues entwined. I felt his hands fondling my breasts. Blondie unzipped my dress, pulling it off my shoulders, I turned my head, and blondies’ lips smashed into mine, even as Italia man kissed my neck. The dress was gone, I was gone. Lost in a haze of lust. I didn’t care that I was being filmed. Or where this would lead. Dan had said he wanted dirty, and should do whatever I wanted. What Suzie wanted. Right then I wanted these two men. My bra was unclipped, two pairs of hands teased my nipples, squeezing them. They were so hard, so sensitive. I moaned with utter pleasure. Hands in my panties, whose, I didn’t care. Didn’t care this was being filmed. Filmed for my husband, by my son, while my daughter watched. I was coming, Italian man was fingering me, and I was coming, I didn’t care, I just wanted a cock, any cock inside me. Italian man was good, he kept me on the edge, stopped me from falling over again, every time I was about to come, he stopped, switched to another part of me, sending sensations through my body. I felt his cock. Wow, so big, no, not big. I tried to concentrate. Tried to form my thoughts. He was huge. I unzipped him, anxious to see it. To feel it. It sprang out, immediately I had my mouth around it. I worshipped it. Loved it. Sucked it, licked it. My world was this cock. His cock. Mike was there, close, his camera capturing every moment, as his slut mother sucked a cock. The cock of a man she had never met. They swapped over, and I sucked the other guy. Just as long, but not as thick. I worked my tongue, licking his cock, his balls. I was naked now, but for my heels, and hold-ups, sucking cock as my son filmed us. Him and his friend. Mummy was such a dirty slut. She was sucking cock like her life depended on it. As if nothing else existed except that cock. Baz had a camera almost up her arse, but she didn’t notice. Then she was amasya escort bayan lifted onto the table, her legs spread. The dark one, between her legs, his cock slipping into her sopping wet cunt, that made her yell. He was huge. He tore into her, in one hard thrust. She arched her back, allowing him to go deeper. It wasn’t fair, she had two, one in her cunt, one on her mouth. I played with myself. Daddy would love it too, when he watched the film. “Ok guys,” I called. “Lets do the DP.”I watched as they moved Steph into position. I wanted the expression on her face, as she was doubly penetrated. She was high as a kite on sex, on her arousal. She’d been stopped from coming, until she’d almost begged. Then had multiple orgasms. I knew she wasn’t acting. I’d zoomed in on her pretty anus, as her sphincter pulsed in time with her cunt as it spasmed, as her orgasm had washed over her. One of the guys pulled her onto his cock, as he sat on a chair, I zoomed in on her face as she slid down his long cock, then rocked, impaled on it. She was fucking him again, I looked over at Mike, his job, to stay focused on her cunt. Then she was lifted, the cock, pushed against her anus.Italian guy pulled his cock out of me, I felt empty. I wanted it back. “Fuck me,” I said, “fuck me some more, please. Please!”He ran his cock along my wet cunt. He didn’t stop. I felt it touch my anus. I shivered. Was he going to fuck my arse, I wondered. I’d never done anal. That was dirty, a slutty thing to do. Dan had put a finger in there once. I’d punched him, made his nose bleed. He hadn’t been back. Now I had a cock knocking on the back door, not just knocking, but pushing the door open. It hurt, but I wanted it. Wanted it so badly. “Oh yes baby,” I yelled, “fuck my arse.”I relaxed, as much as I could. Fucking Christ on his cross, he was ripping me apart. Ruining my arse forever. I tried to open myself, it was inside me, pushing up.I groaned again, I was coming. Blondie was between my legs, his cock, hard and wet. “No, no, I can’t take both of you at once!”He smiled, but didn’t stop. He pushed his cock into my wet pussy. Straight in, all the way. God it felt wonderful. I was full, full of cock, and coming, “oh fucking hell, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssss.”They fucked me hard, both of them. I wanted a cock to suck, wanted another cock. But there wasn’t one. I filmed her, filmed my mother as she was fucked in the arse, in her cunt at the same time. God she was hot. Her perfect body shone with sweat. Her tits bounced as they rammed their cocks into her. Suzie masturbated beside me. It was time, time for the money shot. The guy withdrew from her cunt, leaving her gapping, the other cock still buried and thrusting in her arse. She sucked it, licking her juices from his cock. Then he came, in a thick rope of come, he came on her face, in her mouth. She wanked him dry, Mum drank it, swallowed, the cock still in her arse.I tasted the come still in my mouth. The hard cock fucked my arse. I was stretched so wide. My cunt still gapped from the fucking it had, had. He began to pull out, slowly, inch by inch the cock came free. I grabbed it, then without a pause, I opened my mouth, bent my head. Closed my lips over it, and cleaned it. On my knees, bum in the air. I wondered how wide my arsehole was, how much had it been stretched. Torn, ripped apart. I was a greedy fucking slut. Cock in my mouth. Hadn’t I had enough? No. He came then, he, like a great geyser. I was covered, it was on my face, hair, it tasted so good. I wanted more, but there wasn’t any. “Come on Mum” Suzie said. “Baz is taking us out, and I bet you need a drink!”She was right, I did. God I’d enjoyed that session. Enjoyed it all. But, and it was a big but. I was embarrassed for how much I had enjoyed myself. What would Dan think, what would he say. I already knew what Suzie thought. But what about Mike, fuck what did he think about last night, when I’d sucked his cock. I had turned into some nympho slut almost over night. “Oh alright, yes, yes your right, I do need a drink. Wow, that was……….”“It was fucking cool Mummy, you were awesome. Mummy, show me your arsehole,” Suzie asked.“What? Oh I know,” I said. Then bent, and spread my cheeks wide. “Wow, your so open, fuck Mummy, I can see inside you. Try closing it.”I tried. It closed a little, but not very much. She ran her tongue over it. She giggled.We dressed. Well, Suzie’s idea of being dressed. Micro skirts.“Where did you buy these?” I asked her.“On the market,” she replied.I zipped the little zip up. It was short, an inch lower than my crotch. I pulled it down, but all I did was to expose the top of my thong where it disappeared down the crack of my sore arse. I left it where it was. Suzie had selected our tops, clingy halter necks, cut in at the side, so we both showed a lot of side boob. Calf length boots completed our outfits. We both had our porno makeup on. We were ready.“So where is this club?” I asked.“Just up the road, we can walk.” she said.“Walk, dressed like this, someone we know might see us!” I said.“Mmm, I know!” She replied.So we walked, it wasn’t far, one hundred metres, maybe two. “Look, isn’t that Aunty Wendy’s car over there,” Suzie said.I looked. It was parked outside a bar. It was hers, but why would she be in this part of town. Weird.We arrived at the club. They let us in, Baz had left our names at the door. He was by the bar. Mike would join us later, once he’d got all his and our stuff together.“What will you have? He asked.“Something long, and cold.” I said.“Two gin and tonics, luv, and make them doubles,” he ordered from the topless barmaid.“Doubles?” I said.“You deserve them. Lets go over there and talk.” Baz said.We took our seats, in a booth. “You were fabulous, you know that. You too Suzie. I want you to do some more work for me,” he said.“Sorry Baz that was a one off,” I told him.“Hold on Mum,” Suzie put in, “lets hear escort amasya what Baz has to say before we decide, shall we.”He wanted us to make some more porno films for him. He’d pay us, and make sure Mike got a lot of work.“We’d like to Baz, we really would,” Suzie said. “But,” said Baz.“But nothing, we’ll do it, but we want cash,” My daughter said.“Done. I’ve got your number.” Baz said. “Now let me introduce you to my friend Gary, this is his place.“I need to powder my nose,” I said. I picked up Mums mobile. I answered it on the third ring. She was still in the loo.“Hi,” I said.“Is that you Stephanie,” a male voice said.“Yes,” I said softly into the phone.“Look sorry I had to leave you the other afternoon. I hope I left enough money, we, err didn’t settle on a price,” he said.“No, it was fine, thanks,” I said.“Good, look I want to book you again, if that’s alright.”“Oh yes, that would be nice,” I said.He gave me the details. Then added.“Do you have a friend you could bring, you know………” He said. “I’ll pay you both double.”“Oh yes, I have a friend, see you there then………”I pressed the end button.“Mummy,” Suzie said. “Mummy.”“Yes, darling, what is it?” I asked her. She held my mobile.“That was the guy that you fucked the other night, he wants to fuck you again,” she said.“What!” I said.“He wants to fuck you again, and he‘ll pay double,” she repeated.I looked at her, at Baz, who had just learned I had been putting out. Fucking a stranger I met in a bar, and for money. I didn’t say anything.“Its alright, I told him you’d be there,” she said.“You told him……….”“Yes, and he wants you to bring a friend Mummy,” she said dropping the bombshell.“Bring a friend? Bring a friend! I said.“Its alright Mummy, I’ll come with you. It’ll be fun, just me and you, oh and did I say, his friends as well,” she said laughing.“You want to do some work here Baz asked. Before I could reply we were joined by the two studs, the ones who an hour before had fucked me so completely. “Hi Steph, wow, that was some scene. Can’t wait to work with you again. Fuck I’ve got a hard on again.” Italian guy said. “Fancy a quickie?”“Haven’t you had enough?” I asked. I knew I wanted to fuck him again, him and his friend. God I couldn’t believe it. What was the matter with me. “A guy could never have enough of you Steph, how about it?” He persisted.“Yes, God yes.” I said hardly believing what I was saying. He moved closure, his hand on my thigh. He kissed me, and I melted all over again.“No, not here,” I said.“Why not, your not shy are you?” He said.I wasn’t. So what if some of the customers saw. I slid over. Straddled him. Unzipped him, pulled my thong to one side, and slid down his thick hard, and oh so familiar cock. “Hey, I want some too,” I heard Suzie say.I looked over, blondie was already there. Soon we were both being fucked in a booth, in a club. The topless bargirl watched for a while, before serving a customer I couldn’t see. A couple of men on stools, turned and watched. A young guy took a seat, ordered his drink, then noticed us. He called his partner over so she could watch. I watched him, he was so young, his erection obvious. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. His girlfriend looked our way, a smile on her face. A smile that died when she saw me. It was Wendy. Wendy, my friend Wendy. Then she smiled again, and led her boyfriend out of my sight, while Baz talked to Gary, the owner of the club. While my daughter and I fucked an arms length away.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight wore white satin shorts, very brief, very tight. I was about to take my drink into the changing room, when I saw a young guy I knew. Fuck! He’d already seen me. He was a friend of my friends son. “Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.” He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I was dressed liked a slut, with which I had hoped I’d blend in here. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night stripping, and working as a hostess. “And you too, but nice to see you,” I said brazening it out.“Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It would’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the air.“No, no of course not, I won’t say a word. We were never here,” I said walking him to a quiet corner of the bar, away from the stage where Julie was spreading her legs. He sat on a stool.“So what are you doing here,” I asked.“Oh you know, just popped in for a drink, I did’t know this was a………..”“I’m sure you did’t,” I said.“Its so embarrassing,” he said.“Don’t I know it. I have to come here every so often, to advise the owners son, you know in my work. But look I don’t want the college finding out, its rather delicate. You see, I’m moonlighting, and they would’t like it, the college I mean. You do understand don’t you. So I’ll keep your secret, if you…….”“God, yes, yes Wendy, I never thought………anyway, I must go.”As I turned to steer him out, I saw two women being fucked in a booth. Now Gary had told me, that was a no, no. Something made me look closer. “Fuck me” I thought, that’s Stephanie, my friend Steph. Jesus. Just then she looked up, as an Mediterranean looking guy pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. The topless barmaid was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there was something familiar about her. I walked towards the door, and said goodbye to the guy, whose name I still hadn’t remembered. I headed for the changing room, hoping she’d not seen me, but fearing she had. Hoping when it came time for me to strip on the stage, that she’d be gone.

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