He moved her left leg up, bending it at the hip and knee, resting her thigh open on a pillow. Her right leg he left straight, but with her other leg bent, her pussy was now open to his gaze, and his camera. He looked through the lens as her pussy lips parted, folds glistening as she got wetter and wetter.
Mmm, I see someone's almost ready
, he said, adjusting his focus and --
click!
-- taking a picture of her pussy.
She made no response, but clutched the pillow she was laying on tighter. He backed down the bed and adjusted his lens to take in her whole body: her shoulders tensed and hunched, head face down as her upper body was propped up on a pillow, her weight resting on her elbows down on the bed. Her naked back curved down to meet her buttocks, perfect golden globes, now parted a little as her legs were spread.
Click!
he took a picture of her back, then her ass, then he couldn't help himself, he had to touch her.
Her body shrank away a little, trying to push itself deeper into the bed as his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass. His fingers trailed between her cheeks, down to her pussy as she unwillingly pushed back into his hand.
He chuckled at her body's betrayal and slipped a finger inside her dripping channel.
I think somebody needs something in here
, he murmured, sliding his finger in and out, feeling the walls of her pussy grip around him, desperate to be filled with something bigger.
He leaned back as far as he could and
Click!
took a picture of his finger inside of her. Pulling his finger out, he got off the bed and walked to her head, holding up his camera with one hand, and putting his wet finger in her face.
Suck it
, he commanded.
She tried to turn her head from it, not wanting to taste herself, but his voice was too strong.
Chelsea
, he said,
suck off my finger.
Against her will, her head turned back and her pink lips parted so he could slip his finger inside.
Oh, perfect
, he said, when her big green eyes looked up at him, and
Click!
he took the picture of her sucking his finger off.
Hold that thought
, he told her.
As Jim began to undress, he couldn't help gloating over how perfectly his plan had worked.
***
He was a top consultant at a science and engineering consulting firm, with friends spread across the world in many different fields of science. A buddy of his had been working on gene isolation and artificial intelligence research for years, and had somehow discovered a way to tap into people's natural abilities and enhance them. By isolating the properties of a person's particular ability and basically giving them a chemical that was a second dose of their own particular molecular make-up, he had found a way to strengthen those abilities two-fold. Natural athletes became unbeatable, artists created masterpieces, and, in Jim's case, his natural charisma became irresistible. Literally.
His friend, Brian, who had developed this science, had also developed a way to control it. A little trigger in the lobe of the ear would control the release of the chemical that enhanced the ability. Jim could lead his normally charismatic life, and then on the occasions he needed a little extra push of charm, he would just nonchalantly scratch his earlobe, surreptitiously squeezing it a certain amount of time to release a certain amount of chemical. It wasn't long before Jim realized that releasing this chemical basically got him anything he wanted. The other person was powerless, completely unable to resist his charms, a fact that helped Jim not only in the boardroom, but in the bedroom as well. As the chemical was essentially an extra dose of something his body was already producing, his body would automatically replenish his supply, so he would never run out, once the procedure had taken place.
When his firm had hired their new round of interns, Chelsea in particular had caught his eye. Light brown hair with natural streaks of blonde fell down to the middle of her back. Big green eyes and tan skin. She was about 5' 8", with lots of leg and a bubble butt, nicely showcased in the pinstriped skirts she wore to work. She had a slim but athletic build, which only enhanced the fact that she had at least C-cup breasts filling out her button-down shirts. Though it was hard to hide the fact that she was gorgeous, she did not dress provocatively, with skirts ending below her knees, and her shirts buttoned almost to the top, though tucked into her skirt with a wide belt accentuating her slim waist.
His already erect dick grew a little bit harder, thinking about how he had been charming and flattering to all the interns, but singled Chelsea out to receive the most of his attentions. He had kept it very office-appropriate so as not to raise any red flags with her, and then yesterday, after months of waiting and planning, he had made his move. He called the office, saying he had left some important papers there, and suggesting that Chelsea bring them by his house on her way home, knowing she lived on the same side of town he did.
She never suspected a thing as she knocked on his door. Pulling on his earlobe just a little bit, Jim had thanked her for bringing the papers to him and had invited her inside for an after-work drink. With his extra charm, Chelsea didn't really question it, and came inside willingly. As they sipped some wine and chatted amicably, Jim turned the conversation to his hobby, photography. When Chelsea expressed a polite interest in seeing some of his work, Jim had suggested having a quick photo shoot with her. At Chelsea's hesitation, Jim had pinched his ear again, suggesting there was no harm in it, and she was so beautiful, she was sure to be wonderfully photogenic. Blushing from the wine and the compliments, Chelsea accepted.
Stand over there
, Jim had said, pointing to the dining room table.
I'll just get my camera
.
He went into his office and picked up his camera and a remote. Slipping the camera strap around his neck, he went back into the dining room, and using the remote in his pocket, turned on the video camera hiding behind a potted tree. He went around the room, turning on lamps, all the while telling Chelsea how excited he was to take her picture, how beautiful she looked, how great the pictures were going to be.
Chelsea had finished her glass of wine and was leaning back against the dining room table. Holding his earlobe, Jim released a lot of chemicals, more than he had ever used with Chelsea, and then prepared to gently test the waters.
Holding up his camera, Jim took a few pictures from different angles of her leaning against the table.
Put your hands on the table behind you
, Jim suggested,
and grip the edge.
This position thrust Chelsea's breasts forward against her shirt, straining her buttons against her large breasts. Now for the test: she was either going to slap him and storm out, or she was going to listen to the charm in his voice.
Why don't you unbutton a few buttons
, Jim suggested, looking into Chelsea's eyes.
Your shirt looks a little tight
.
Slowly, with a small puzzled look on her face, Chelsea began unbuttoning the buttons of her shirt.
There you go
. Jim smiled in triumph.
Just a few, down to your belt there
.
Her shirt now open to the belt circling her waist, Jim could see the silver and pink silk and lace camisole she wore beneath, her breasts pushed up, half-exposed.
How nice
, he told her, snapping away.
Now put your hands back on the table behind you, there you go, and throw your head back.
Her hair was up in a twist, held in place with a clip.
Why don't you take your hair down
, Jim suggested, and she did, Jim taking a picture of her hair tumbling down her back.
Now keep your head back
, Jim said,
and reach down to lift your skirt up.
With her right hand, Chelsea grabbed the edge of her skirt and began to raise it up her thighs, revealing long, smooth legs encased in nude-colored stockings. Jim couldn't wait to see more of what she wore beneath her work clothes, and was rewarded when a garter came into view.
Oh, that's nice
, he said
, hold that there
, as he kneeled in front of her to take a close-up picture of the pink bow on the garter clip.
Now higher
