Hi guys and gals. This one is MUCH different from my normal stuff. It includes anal, and slightly forced sex, so if you don't like that you might want to take a pass. While my doctor was working on getting my heart problem under control and my PC woes went on, I received a fan request for something way out of my comfort zone. I let that sit in my brain while everything else got sorted out, then came up with this. He, or she, (never knew which) was quite happy with the results. Now I can post it for the rest of you. As this was a special request story, I doubt that I will ever do a sequel even though that possibility was left hanging at the end.
I especially want to thank my friend realusmctazman
for his efforts at proofreading and suggesting changes to the text to make my tale much more readable. Any and all typos, etcetera that might exist in this story are the fault of myself, and only myself. And I apologize to him for forgetting to thank him for the same efforts he did on Stacy Brown Got Two, Ch.3. Hopefully, on any further stories where I have the benefit of a proofreader, I won't forget to thank him or her. In addition, I need to thank
Larry74403
for his beta reading on this story.
Hope you like it. Don't forget to vote!
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My dad raised me to be just like him. He was a real bastard! I think he failed. I'm not nearly the bastard he was. I say 'was', because he is pushing up daisies now. The mall security footage showed him walking up behind me and sucker punching me one day when I walked off telling him to go to hell. I'm 21 years old, 6'7" tall and weigh 240 pounds so when I spun around and punched him back, I had all my weight and leverage behind it and my punch apparently snapped his neck and he dropped right there, dead in a nano-second.
I was 19 at the time. We had been arguing about my mom, who had died in a train accident a week prior. He kept telling me that, "Every woman has her price! Even your whore mother! Give a woman a house to clean and food to cook, and she'll fuck you for the rest of her life!"
It turned out that the only thing else my dad believed in was, surprisingly, life insurance! Go figure! He had a $1,000,000 policy on my mom and a $10 million policy on himself. The way the policies were written, I ended up as the beneficiary to them both.
I invested most of it in one of those funds where, "when the market goes up, so do my earnings, but when the market goes down, my balance stays the same." No way did I want to be broke after four months of non-stop partying. That would be my dad.
I've always loved photography so I went out and splurged on the best digital SLR camera I could find. It takes incredible photos, even with no light, and also incredibly fast stop action ones. Along with it I got the smallest, yet most feature packed video camcorder that uses those small memory chips that hold tons of footage. Added to it I got one of those small, flexible table top tripods for it that will work on virtually any stable and relatively close to flat surface.
Next, I went to a small print shop and had them make up some business cards for me. Of course, all of the info on them is fake, but they didn't know that. Paid cash, it was cheap for 200 cards, their minimum. I expect to throw most of them away.
Then I went to a big city about 500 miles away and got a motel/hotel room in the shopping district near their sports complex. Less than three hours after arriving I was talking up the young couple I met near Victoria's Secret. I was laying it on thick how I thought she should be a high-priced model (she was a solid 9 on the 10-point scale without trying!) and I wanted to take some test photos of her. The man tried to walk off pulling her with him.
I offered them $100 to take some pictures. That stopped him. It was warm and I was wearing Cargo shorts, lots of pockets! They looked at each other as if thinking about it so I said, "Tell you what, I really think she could make it big, so I'm going to offer $200 and hope my boss doesn't dock my pay. I doubt that he would once he sees the photos."
They huddled together briefly then she said, "What kind of photos will they be?"
"Totally discreet, just like you are now, but showing your gorgeous face and lovely figure. We can take them around here."
"Not nudes?"
I looked around while making a face as I said, "No way, I mean, really," as I waved my hand around us to all the people walking by.
They talked a bit more then she said, "Okay, give my husband the money." I reached into one of my pockets and pulled out a small wad of hundreds and handed two of them to him. We all walked over to some benches where weird statues were and took a few shots then asked her to open the top two buttons on her shirt, for my boss. She looked at him and he slowly nodded his head so she popped open the top two buttons on her blouse.
More shots of her bending over looking up at me while showing great cleavage as well as some others that highlighted her sexy ass as she looked over her shoulder at me. But she kept looking to her husband with each new pose. Exactly what I hoped for!
Dropping the camera in disgust I exclaimed, "Shit, this isn't going to work! You keep looking at your husband for his approval and half the shots don't have you looking at the lens. That's too bad because I think you have real star potential."
I could tell both of them had dollar signs rolling through their heads and he asked, "Isn't there some way she could try again?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said hemming and hawing as I looked around. "I mean, we could try different areas around here but you would always be here and ..." then I just let that hang there.
"And if I wasn't there?" he asked as his lovely wife shot a look at him. "Would she do better then, if I wasn't there?"
I looked to her where she still had a shocked look of disbelief on her face as she glared at her husband. "I can almost guarantee it. I tell you what, I'm really certain that that would work out, so how about I give you an additional $200 to stay here. I'm staying in that motel right there, on the 8th floor, um fifth window down, and we could go up there where nothing will interrupt us and it shouldn't take too long. You could have a cup of coffee and then she would come right back down and you can finish shopping or what- ever."
They talked quietly for a bit longer then she said, "He says I should do it. But I've never done anything like this before, I won't know what to do."
"I can guide you through it with little suggestions as we go. It won't be as difficult as you think."
"Go ahead, honey, just do what he says and I'll be waiting for you right here."
And with that the two of us walked off. On the ride, up the elevator, she told me her name was Jan, and that she had married Ron two months ago. Both were 21, my age. I stepped back and gave her a long slow look then said, "Wow, Ron sure won the lottery for marrying one hot girl!" She blushed as she thanked me for the compliment.
Soon we were in my suite and we walked to the window where she saw Ron looking up and waving so she waved back. Moving back from the window she seemed more nervous than before. I messed around with my equipment while also setting up my video camera on its tripod on the room's table. It would show the room without being washed out by the sunlight coming through the window, due to the way I positioned it.
We went through several plain pics then I asked her to undo two more buttons and she balked. We went back and forth and I finally settled on just one button. More pics. And then again, I asked for one more button and she refused.
I dropped my still camera and looked at her for a few seconds then said, "I think I can understand your reluctance. I mean, it's you I'm photographing, yet Ron got all the money. How about I give you another $100 that is strictly between you and me?"
A moment to think about it and she said, "I guess that would be alright."
I gave her the $100 and she undid the button. Ten minutes later she had $300 more and her top was off! "I know my boss is going to love you! I really wish you would take off your bra!"
She thought for about 5 seconds then said, "$500."
I winced as if that was too much and countered with, "$300."
"Deal," she said and I got several great pics of her removing her bra. "God, you have an incredible body," I said as I reached out and hefted her left breast.
"Hey, no touching!"
"An extra hundred?"
"Two hundred," she countered
"Three hundred, and I get to touch them both as much as I want too!"
Less than two seconds and she said, "Deal, give me the money first."
I gave her the money and she tucked it firmly inside her purse then stood in front of me with her arms at her sides. I set my camera down and mauled the hell out of her firm, perfect, roughly 34C tits that were perfect mounds with no sag, and quarter sized brown aureoles centered on them with small nipples just barely above the surface of her skin. I squeezed them tight, pinched and played with her nipples as she gave out soft moans. I leaned in and sucked her right nipple into my mouth and she jumped back.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Still touching, just a different method."
"Oh, okay, I guess."
"Hey, you already have $1000 of my money, and I'm going to get my money's worth." She never argued again and I loved on those tits for a long time, rubbing my hands all over her back, sides, stomach, breasts until she was breathing hard and her nipples were standing out like hard little pieces of pencils.
I stepped back and clicked off about 20 shots while saying, "Oh yeah, my boss is going to love this look!" while I moved around her from side to side.
"How about pushing your pants down a bit so I can get a butt shot?"
"Ummmmmm ... $300." she said after giving it some thought.
I noticed her hands move to do it even before I responded with, "$500, but they go all the way off!"
Her hands paused their motion then she nodded and she shoved then all the way down her legs and off as I dug out another batch of money that I placed on her purse. God damn, this girl is put together fine is what I thought as I slowly looked her up and down. I stepped to her and massaged her breasts again then slowly worked one hand at a time down to her ass and back until she was holding onto my shoulders as I then shoved my hands under her panties and massaged the hell out of her ass. She never complained but she certainly moaned and groaned a lot.
It took her about fifteen seconds after my fingers slid around to her pussy and I was finger fucking her deeply before she groaned out, "Wait, stop, not that."
My thumb was now rubbing her clit as three fingers fucked as deep as I could while I said, "$100." She rose it to $500 but I said, "$200." She squirmed as I worked her sex then she countered with $400 and I naturally said, "$300."
