This is the first episode of a new series featuring Petra, her photographer, and her lady friends. With lyrics from Bob Marley and the Wailers, also recorded by Eric Clapton.
Petra Stanwick has developed into an artsy slut. She lives to get naked, especially in front of a camera. A leggy brunette with a lithe, alabaster body, Petra looks like an ancient goddess in Goth. Her black hair cascades across her shoulders, and her fine breasts teasingly peek from behind it in her erotic prints. She can be devious- the face of an angel with the mind of a demon.
Her rather normal life changed the day that her Fine Arts prof, William Edwards invited Petra to pose masked for artistic photos in period costume. The History of Design photo and sex nights at his apartment introduced her to new thrills beyond imagination. Her sexual appetite grew by leaps and bounds. [Petra's Pictures: Art to Porn, Ch. 01 to 07.]
By the time Petra graduated from her college program, she had expanded her previously vanilla bedroom experiences. Now she craved exhibitionistic self love, two guys at a time, girl-girl sex, and group orgies. Add in nude photography and pornographic video- well, she'd done it all and was eager for more.
Her post-college plan was her own little gallery, selling the usual commercially available prints. Landscapes, bowls of fruit, cute animals- she'd offer that sort of thing. But it wasn't working at all until her old professor suggested she sell her own black and white erotic art. In no time, Petra's little shop took off. [Petra's Erotic Photo Gallery, Ch. 01 to 07]
After a grand opening party things turned dark for Petra. A customer couple, the Rodmans, recognized her as the nude model featured in the art she sold them. They threatened to reveal her identity unless she came to their mansion for sex every weekend. Eventually, she befriended their chauffer, Darren Coxwell, who helped get his employer jailed for embezzling from investment clients.
With Petra finished her education, Professors Edwards and Dennison recruited a new pair of Fine Arts students to continue with the sexy fashion photos that made their lectures so popular. Christina Appleby and Gabriella Smithers began to appear in the suggestive images projected for college classes. They were both highly stimulated by their wine-fuelled photo shoots and the sight of their bodies projected for others to see.
William Edwards continually pushed photo night boundaries with these attractive young women. While Christina was slow to move beyond soft porn and some touchy-feely play with the Professor, her girlfriend had no qualms. Gabby was much bolder, quickly embracing nudity and even sex play with Ronald Dennison. Then she went farther.
This is the story of how Gabriella Smithers became Petra's first performance protege. Later, shy Christina follows too.
Petra Stanwick had a wealth of experience to share with these student models. She had already seen and done it all, an ideal mentor to lure them into her slutty world of pleasure. First Gabriella, then Christina succumb to the temptation to pose and play for eager customers at Petra's Erotic Photo Gallery. Others will join them.
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Friday night brought another journey into erotica for Gabriella and her best girlfriend. Professor Edwards knew that this might be the night when Gabby shed the last of her inhibitions. Neither he nor Ronald Dennison had bedded anyone for a month, not since Petra Stanwick had fallen hard for the Rodman's chauffer.
"Everything ready for the cowboy shoot, Ronald? The young lovelies should arrive in the next half hour."
"Certainly, Old Boy. The camera is set up and the wine chilled. The backdrop is in place and the costumes are on the bed in your room. I even borrowed one from the Theatre Department for myself. And I got this for you."
With a flourish, Ronald reached into a bag, then plopped a white, 'ten-gallon hat' onto his friend's head. It was large and heavy, tipping down almost over his eyes. Ronald laughed before Edwards grinned and tilted it back.
"Nice touch, Ronald! Hey... some scotch to put us in the mood? I'm hoping to get that Christina naked so I can sample her wares."
"Nice rack! Last time, I got to third base with her friend," Ronald replied. "Maybe I can steal home tonight?"
"Christina will be a tougher nut to crack. But if I'm patient, I'll be in her pants."
Their conversation was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. The Professor quickly ushered his visitors inside, and they giggled at the big cowboy hat.
"What's so funny?" Ronald grinned, though he already knew.
"That hat. This shoot must be about cowboys, right."
"How did you guess? Ronald borrowed two costumes for each of you. First, you'll be Wild West cowgirls. Then you're into dresses as dancehall queens. He'll appear later as a rough and tough gunslinger."
"Oooo... sounds like fun," the girls enthused.
"We always have fun these nights, don't we? Ronald will pour drinks and we can talk about the scenarios you'll be acting out."
After some alcohol, it was time to change into the cowgirl outfits. But the young women seemed to be taking a long time dressing before Gabriella peered out from the bedroom door.
"Professor, we can't find any skirts or trousers. Just these funny leather legging things, all open in the back."
"Cowboys wore them. They're called chaps, and if we forego the jeans underneath, it'll mean racier photos. You're wearing thongs, right? Don't forget your eye masks, since your bottoms will be showing."
Soon the models stood nervously in front of the Wild West backdrop, naked arses a cause for their concern. William had his camera aimed, about to begin.
"Ready now?... Side by side first. Loop an arm around your girlfriend's waist.... Turn 45 degrees to the camera and push out your boobs.... That's it. Plaid shirts never looked better!... Now both drop a hand to squeeze her butt cheek.... Good.... And turn in toward each other to touch lips.... Eyes closed.
Nice.... Now face each other and slowly unbutton her shirt. One... two... three... four... right to the bottom.... Wrap your arms around each other to French kiss... and unhook her bra.... Slip off her things so she's topless.... Christina, lift her breast to your lips.... And Gabriella, slide your palm into her thong... farther in....Excellent!"
Chris and Gabby were in the zone now, revelling in their exposure. Exhibitionism was a real thrill for them; their tiny knickers wet with obvious signs of arousal. The photographer noticed and decided to focus there with some shots.
"Spread your legs apart a bit Gabriella. And Christina, project a leg in between hers.... Bring your thigh up against her puss.... Right. Now, both cup your breasts while I circle around to shoot from every angle.... Lovely... lovely. Tilt your heads back... mouths open... and tease those nipples stiff.... Yes, perfect.... Now some more oral... And cut!"
The models were thoroughly warmed up, so Ronald called for a break. The four of them sat in the lounge, the young women sipping their third glass of wine. They were beginning to feel lightheaded, wondering what came next.
"Time for your dancehall dresses," the Professor eventually advised. "There are stockings, and garter belts to wear underneath, but nothing else. Ronald will dress in the small bedroom." Then he turned to his friend, "Same as them, my friend. Just shirt, jeans, and boots."
Soon they were ready, the young women in long, full, dark print dresses, while Ronald dressed like a tough gunfighter who had just blown into town. The Professor described their scenes.
"You ladies know his swaggering reputation, and want him to spend some money on you. So you lay your on your charms- and your hands- to get him upstairs. Undo three dress buttons for starters and we'll begin."
Ronald Dennison was a mid-thirties professor with wavy blond hair and boyish good looks. Fast with women, he was eager to get into Gabriella's pussy. They'd done everything short of screwing last shoot and both wanted that tonight.
"Oh Ronald, you are such a stud!" Gabby teased.
"Yeah, just call me Rodney Rifle- Rod for short," he laughed.
"Nothing short about your rod!" she smiled at the swelling cock under his jeans.
"Let's get started," the Professor ordered. "Make sparks fly. First, Rod meets Gabby and they go into the saloon. You lure him upstairs where Christina is waiting, then the three of you have a half-naked roll on the bed in the guestroom. I have some good reggae to move things along. Here we go."
