Many years back I had a mate (Mike) who was a professional photographer - he hadn't planned on being one, but things turned out that way.
He started out by doing a favour for his girlfriend - by taking some sexy shots of her and sending them off to the editor of one of the lower-class "girlie" magazines. She - the girlfriend - wanted to be a model, but was pragmatic enough to realise that she'd have to start at the bottom and work her way up.
The irony was that the magazine didn't want the photographs, but the editor liked Mike's work so much he employed him! So, the girlfriend didn't get to be a model, but Mike got to be a photographer!
And he really enjoyed his work - who wouldn't? Photographing naked girls every day, most of whom thought that screwing the photographer would further their "careers". And Mike didn't disillusion them...
He'd been working for the magazine for almost a year when he received a phone call offering him some very lucrative freelance work. When he asked what type of work, he was simply told that the photos he would be taking wouldn't be appearing in the magazine he was working for...
Of course, the "freelance work" turned out to be hard-core porn. He was asked to do only about one shoot per week - but he made more from that one shoot than he made in a month at the magazine.
So...He ended up doing porn full-time, and when the word got around about the high quality of his work he had more offers than he could handle. It also played hell with his social life, and I didn't see him for quite a while.
When I eventually caught up with him again we got together for a couple of "quiet beers", and he told me quite a bit about what he had been doing. He had not only been photographing "straight sex", but had also shot a bit of what he called the "rough stuff" - bondage and S&M. He admitted that it disturbed him a bit to see that some of the girls involved weren't exactly willing, and must have needed the money desperately.
Then he said he had a foursome shoot scheduled the following evening, and invited me to come along and watch. I took a "foursome" to mean two men and two women, but he corrected me.
"No - three guys and a girl. And let me tell you," he went on, "I've seen these guys before - and they are big! They make me feel damned inadequate!"
"What about the girl?" I asked.
He shook his head and said,
"She's an unknown quantity. Only about 18 or so - or at least she only looks that. She came around this afternoon for me to do a few shots of her on her own. There's not much of her, but what there is looked bloody nice. Good tits, nice arse, beautiful legs..."
"That's your professional assessment, of course," I chided him.
"No, mate," he said, with a lecherous grin. "That's my personal one. I wouldn't mind a piece of her myself - but instead I've got to watch while three studs do anything to her they want."
"Does she know what she's in for?" I asked.
"She knows that she's got to get it on with three guys - that's all. I hope she doesn't think that it will be just one at a time, otherwise she's in for a nasty surprise!"
"You mean she has to take all three at once?"
Mike nodded and took another swig of his beer. "That's what the boss wants. 'Young girl takes three big cocks in all her holes at the same time' - quote, unquote."
"And you didn't tell her that?"
He shook his head again. "Not my job to, mate. If the guy who's paying her hasn't told her, there's no reason why I should. Anyhow, she'll find out tomorrow. So - do you think you'll drop 'round?"
It sounded like it might be more of a gang-rape than a photo shoot, but I must confess my curiosity - not to mention my lechery! - got the better of me.
"Yeah," I replied. "Probably..."
So Mike gave me the address, and said to get there about 8pm.
The following evening I was at the address Mike had given me just a few minutes before 8. He had an apartment in a converted warehouse - quite the rage in those days - and it was designed on an "open plan" with no internal walls. About one-quarter of the floor space was his "studio", in which there was a double bed, various other items of furniture, thick rugs on the floor and scatter-cushions everywhere. The only part of the place that was screened off to any degree was the bathroom - I guess he had to have privacy somewhere!
The three "studs" were already there when I arrived, and we exchanged "G'days". Mike didn't use any names, introducing me simply as an old mate. (For the sake of this story, I'll call them "Shep", "Larry" and "Moe".) The girl arrived about 10 minutes after me - by which time Mike was beginning to think she had chickened out. (He didn't want the three guys hanging around doing nothing - they'd already gone through one of his 6-packs and were about to start on another when the girl arrived.)
He introduced her as Beverley - or, at least, that's what she said her name was. She was wearing just a very brief mini-skirt and a tank top, and sandals on her feet - obviously, undressing wasn't going to take very long!
And, as Mike had said, she wasn't bad to look at. Blonde hair (natural?) cut short, just a little over 5 feet tall, and the rest just as Mike had described: "good tits, nice arse, beautiful legs".
Trying to be polite, Mike asked her if she wanted a beer or a coffee or...She just shook her head "no" and asked that they get on with it.
The three guys had started getting the gear off as soon as Beverley had walked in the door; now they gathered around her and went to "work". None of them was hard as yet, but I still saw Beverley glance apprehensively at the three slabs of meet hanging down the guys' thighs.
As she stood there, one of the men (let's say Shep) pushed her tank-top up to reveal her small but beautifully-formed tits, then he and "Larry" took one each, kneading with their fingers and bending to kiss and bite. "Moe" meanwhile had dropped to his knees, pushed her short skirt up to her waist, pulled the crotch of her brief panties aside and buried his face in her muff.
Beverley showed absolutely no reaction to the three guys working on her, and Mike had to tell her to at least try to look as if she were enjoying it. He started clicking away with a 35mm camera, getting shots of all four of them, then moving in close to snap each one in action.
The guys' cocks were starting to rise, and Mike instructed Bev to take Shep and Larry in hand and start wanking them. She complied, not very enthusiastically, whereupon Larry removed his mouth from her left breast and said,
"Get on your knees."
Shep disengaged himself from her right tit and Moe from her muff, and Bev dropped to her knees as ordered.