It was turning out to be a fine shoot, before the interruption, but even though it scarred me for life, I still got some great footage! Let me explain.
It started when I was called in to shoot erotic photos for Erica. Wow what a body on her! She had a petite little frame that had me thinking unclean thoughts about my niece who was about her age and had the same shape: Both of them turned out to be college sophomores at Upper State and I always hoped they never met, especially after the wild day we had in the studio.
Anyway, Erica had an incredible body, tiny and delectable, but all woman, with round, jutting breasts and slender swaying hips. She had clear porcelain skin with nary a blemish and her head was topped with long curly golden hair that stopped just above her breasts. Erica looked so pure and wholesome, even in the outfit she wore for the shoot, but you could tell she was anything but.
She had on one of those white baby doll kind of things. It had a short middy top that showed off her flat midriff and short frilly pantalets that barely covered her slender white thighs. She wore lacy ankle socks that cupped her delicate feet. Erica had changed quickly, put on just a hint of red lipstick which offset her milky clothing and complexion and jumped on the bed. She was so perfect and petite and just right there. I would have loved to lean her over the bed, and tear off those ridiculous frilly shorts and fill her up, but I am a professional and I had to get off later on the pics. I can’t look at them anymore, but I’ll get to that part.
So there we were, Erica writhing on the bed, throwing her legs in the air, pouting at the camera, reaching underneath her lacy jammies and touching herself here and there, squeezing her breasts and closing her eyes as she sunk her hidden fingers into her undoubtedly sopping snatch. She had a cute cartoon character high voice, too, and as she got more and more into the shoot, I couldn’t help but wish I was that wolf, you know, the one who ogles the chicks and his tongue shoot out like a party favor, followed by his eyes bugging out to dangerous distances. Just like that, and hung with an outrageous cartoon schlong. That would have been great. I have a graphic designer friend who can do wonderful things with my pictures on his computer, but I digress.
So anyway, Erica peels off the shorty shorts and she’s wearing a frilly white panties underneath, deliciously crotch less, I might add. She stands on the bed and I get these incredible shots from lower down, looking up at her while she dances and gyrates. The top comes off and she’s dancing and cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples and sucking them between her lips. Her other hand lingers between her legs, teasing her muff and me at the same time. She coos incoherently in her cartoon voice while I shoot roll after roll of film.
I had tunnel vision myself as I shot her, thinking dirty, filthy thoughts, and I didn’t really notice the room darken, and the air get thicker. I finally stopped shooting to change film and lenses and realized something was wrong. If I’d known better I might have told Erica to stop what she was doing but she was now in a frenzy, arching her back and frigging herself through her frilly panties while she squealed in her high-pitched throes of personal ecstasy. She didn’t see them come in, but I did. From the safety of some video cases used for live porn shot later.
I hid there and watched as the portal formed, and out came two, well, I don’t know what you’d call them. They certainly weren’t men, but I suppose demons would suffice. Well, they stepped out, massive things with strong bodies rippling with muscles and tatters of clothes covering their awesome physiques. Erica finally became aware of them as they approached her, screaming like a gum-clacking moll in an old gangster flick. I watched as they got closer and then spoke: