I leant against the studio entrance on a blistering hot summers evening in the city, as I sipped the last dregs of my iced coffee in the car park. I had one more session of photography booked in before the weekend could begin, one more entitled instagram ‘influencer’ to lie to, and to tell that they’re the most beautiful and talented woman I’d ever seen at the agency. One more bimbo that my photography skills would help take to the next level of internet fame. I had pulled the short straw and was the last person on site as I surveyed the emptying lot.
I made a living by scraping by with my photography skills, I’d dedicated my life to it, always striving to become the best in my field, and it drove me insane to see the amount of money these talentless girls received just for flaunting their bodies online. I dumped my empty coffee cup in the bin, as I watched a flock of pigeons fly off into the setting sun.
The distant hum of a sporty white Mercedes got louder as it rolled into the studios lot. It looked expensive and practically brand new I thought, I bet this was her, the last client of the day. Sure enough it was, a skinny blonde emerged from the drivers seat clutching her designer handbag whilst checking her appearance in the tinted window. She was about 5”5, her pale skin dominated by her skinny waist with obviously enhanced features. Her tits and lips looked like something you’d find on a kardashian special feature. She meandered towards me, chewing on a piece of bubblegum nonchalantly, her hips swaying in motion as her fluorescent Nike Jordans stomped at the floor. Her thighs and ass being barely contained by her pink yoga pants, and her white top struggling to conceal her fake tits, whilst her peroxide locks flowed in the breeze.
“I’m here for my photoshoot,” she declared with a Californian twang. Not an ounce of manners or an introduction from her, her deep blue eyes and pointy nose stared at me with a sense of entitlement.
“Hi, im Carlos,” I smiled at her, “I’ll be your photograpaher for the shoot, it’s nice to meet you,”
“Yeah, Hi Carlos, you better make me look good in these pictures, I need them so my sponsors will pay me. My agent has sent me here, because god knows I don’t get what I’m worth at the moment,” she moaned. Her mouth wide open as she chewed on her gum. Such a pretentious little brat I thought, but she was no different to the others I had to endure.
“I can assure you my photography skills are excellent…miss?”
“…Megan,” she scowled at me.
“Well Megan, I’m going to make you look a million dollars, so you needn’t worry,” I assured her as I showed her inside the complex. I opened the door wide for her as she waltzed past me without a mention of thanks. These entitled bitches were beginning to grind my patience away. She ambled down the hallway in front of me, her ass jiggling in those tight, pink pants was a sight to see. I could sense my mind wandering as it always did when shooting these sluts, I wondered what she would look like naked, and bound to a table. “Just on your left here please Megan,” I said as I showed her into studio 1. Of course I had to open the door for her again as she stood there looking at me, expecting to be her fucking servant. Her hips swayed as she clutched her handbag and made her way inside.
Studio 1 was the companies main booth. Brand new equipment was dotted around the darkly lit floor, and the big white backdrop in the centre of the room was illuminated by bright led lamps. We had dark leather sofas dotted around the perimeter and a solid oak table near the main photo area.
“Feel free to make yourself comfortable Megan,” I said, as she sat herself down on one of the sofas ignoring me. Her face had an expression of boredom as she tapped away on her smartphone.
“You have many followers?” I asked as I began setting up a tripod. Her eyes lit up as if I had just given her free cash,
“I’ve got close to 200k,” she proudly stated with a fake smile.
“Oh cool. Instagram yeah?,” I asked,
“Yeah..” she sighed before going back to looking at her screen, her lips smacking on her bubblegum. I proceeded to finish setting up all the gear, before taking out my iphone. I tapped her name in the search bar and sure enough she came up, ‘Megan, model, influencer and bad bitch’. I scrolled through her feed, selfie after selfie of herself, her scantily clad fake body visible on every picture. Her fake tits on full display with captions like, ‘blessed, living my best life and all natural’. I despised these types of women, but at the same time couldn’t hide my lust for wanting to torture her body to the point of ecstasy so she became a mindless cock hungry whore for me.
“Ok Megan, I’m ready for you now,” I smiled warmly as I positioned the tripod towards the white photography setup.
“Finally,” she huffed, as she slinked over and stood in front of my camera. She brooded impatiently with her hands on her skinny waist as I looked down the lens at her huge rack. She looked at me confused, “Well? Aren’t you going to fucking direct me?” she sneered, “That’s what I pay scrubs like you for isn’t it?” she barked snidely. I was quite taken aback, I’d never had a bimbo be this feisty and rude before.
“You want me to direct you?” I laughed, she looked quite embarrassed as I giggled at her. She crossed her arms in a huff before admitting,
“Well I’ve never done a shoot this professional before… so I don’t really know what I’m doing” she whispered as she looked at the ground. This girl clearly had some issues going on with her, her instagram page was full of confident looking selfies, maybe she was shy and embarrassed doing this in front of someone else, especially a professional. I felt almost sorry for her in that moment, until my mind wandered to a dark place. Had her agent even told her what kind of photoshoot this was? Should I tell her that all I did was make them look glowing and beautiful in the pictures? Or should I take advantage of this vulnerable little bimbo who stood I front of my lens, and take this session to a darker place.
“What… exactly has your agent told you about our company?” I asked inquisitively,
“Well…” she paused, her eyes circling the floor, “He said you could help me take my career to the next level,” she shrugged.
“Yes Megan…that’s exactly what I can do for you,” I smiled falsely, “I’ve helped countless models gain thousands of followers. I’m sorry I laughed at you just now, that was totally unprofessional. I apologise, I’ll guide you through the process… is that okay?” I asked innocently.
“Th-thousands of followers you say?” she mumbled excitedly.
“Yes, Megan…thousands,” I said with a wicked smile. My mind was going into overdrive, this gullible doll was in my complete control. My darkest fantasies were running through my brain, this innocent little airhead that stood before me wanted to be famous so badly, I was going to see how much she would endure to get there. “So just relax and position yourself on that table there for me,” I asked politely. She nodded and meandered over to the solid wooden table that was in view of the camera. A purple velvet runner laid on top of the counter, and a vase of perfect red roses adorned the centre. She laid back on the table, flicking her bleach blonde hair back behind her shoulders as her midriff got sightly exposed revealing her toned stomach. I snapped a couple of quick pics, encouraging her as she pouted and posed for me. “These are fantastic Megan,” I said, “I’m going to need to see you from behind for this next set,” I demanded. She looked a bit nervous as her pale cheeks flushed with colour.
“From behind?” she asked confused,
“Yes, bend over the table for me,” I said with the plainest, calmest expression I could muster. This was the turning point, would she be prepared to expose herself to me, or would she realise quickly what I was doing. Her bratty demeanour was slowly disappearing in front of my lens as she rotated her body and placed her stomach onto the tabletop. She perched her big, toned ass out into the air for me, her pink yoga pants complimenting every curve.
“L-like this?” she stuttered,
“…Perfect,” I smiled from behind the camera as I clicked away. “Your ass looks amazing in those pants,” I blurted out. There was a couple of seconds silence before she replied,
“T-thankyou,” I carried on snapping away at her, capturing the vital moments where she was unknowingly surrendering her body to my demands.
“Now Megan, im going to need to see a frontal shot for this next set ok?” I asked in a tone, almost akin a father telling his daughter what she needed to do to apologise for being a naughty girl. She turned around and stood up looking at me nervously, as I peered down the viewfinder. She hesitated for a moment, before I looked up over the camera and nodded coercively at her. She willingly started to unbutton her top before sliding it off and over her head, her blonde strands fell down over her shoulders, revealing her plastic tits nestled in a lacy pink bra. She had another moment of hesitation as we locked eyes and I nodded again. She reached around her back whilst staring at the floor and unclasped her bra. The designer branded pink brassiere fell to the ground as her plump tits bounced free. She had little pink stiff nipples which looked oh so soft, and you could just make out the scars underneath her boobs from her cosmetic surgery. “Good fucking girl,” I whispered under my breath as she stood half naked before me, “Excellent Megan well done, these photos are amazing!” I praised as I snapped away at her huge fake tits.
“I-is this how the other models do it?” she asked innocently.
“Yes, this is exactly how. Your doing it better than most actually,” I said complimenting her. “Just take all your remaining clothes off for me Megan and we’ll only have a couple of photo sets left to do then,” I smiled. If she believed this lie then I would have hit a home run, this poor bimbo really was desperate for fame.
“A-all of my clothes?” she asked puzzled,
“Yes baby… all of your clothes,” I said coldy this time. A controlling demeanour casting over my voice.
“I-I don’t think I want to do this anymore,” she frowned,
“But Megan…You want to be famous don’t you?” I asked her. She looked at the ground, her face resigned to defeat as she slipped her yoga pants down over her supple young thighs. She revealed matching pink lace panties, which barely covered her little camel toe as she leant down and undid her shoelaces. She placed her designer Nike’s to the side and placed her pants under the table with the rest of her clothes in a neat pile. She stood barefoot in front of me almost completely nude now, her skinny hands placed against her tits, as she tried to cover up.
“Your panties Megan….take them off,” I demanded as I snapped multiple pictures, capturing the very moment she had lost her morals.
“…Ok,” she whispered after a lengthy silence. Reluctantly she slid off her lacy underwear, her little pink cunt on full display for me.
“Good girl,” I said out loud this time as my camera shutter clicked away. “I’m going to make you so famous Megan, these pictures are perfect,” I exhaled deeply. I could sense that my dick was rising in my pants as I captured every second of her resignation, her realisation that she was becoming a silly little whore for my camera.
I had amassed a complete collection of photos for her. The very first instagram ‘influencer’ to be so gullible in my company, but I didn’t want to stop there. I set my tripod up so that the viewfinder was placed directly on the table where she still leant awkwardly, and I set it to record. I needed what I was about to do, to be documented in high definition for my own sick pleasure. I made sure that the video was live and as the red led blinked, I walked slowly towards her and sat next to her on the table. “Fantastic job Megan,” I said as I placed my hand on her soft young thigh, “The whole shoot came out really well, I’m sure your agent will be impressed,”
“Yeah, you think so?” she asked, facing me for the first time in a while.
“Of course, you’re a beautiful woman, and your body is incredibly sexy,” I whispered to her. “Your socials will surely blow up now,” I smiled at her.
“Thanks, I-I guess that every model gets naked for their portfolio don’t they?” she asked.
“Of course they do babe. The very famous ones even do a little extra to get over a million followers,” I suggested
“A million followers!” she gasped, “How do I do that?” she beamed excitedly for the first time.
“Do you want me to show you?” I whispered quietly in her ear. She hesitated for a second before nodding vigorously.
“Ok then Megan, lie down on the table for me,” I said moving the vase of red roses away to the side of the room. She shuffled herself onto the tabletop and obeyed my command, lying completely still.
“That’s a good girl, perfect Megan,” I said as I rummaged inside a box in a cupboard on the side of the room. I never thought the day would come when I got to open this box and use the contents on a client, but here I was. I slid open the lid of the black leather box and took out some thick white rope, along with a bullet vibrator, a blindfold and some nipple clamps. I looked down at the items in my hands and could feel the blood rushing to my excited cock.
I paced purposefully towards her on the table as she perched her neck up at me noticing the items in my grasp.
“W-what are those?” she said shocked
“Shhh, shhh, calm down,” I whispered, placating her. “These will help you get all the followers you could ever dream of. You trust me don’t you? You saw how good I made you look in those pictures?” I said, blackmailing her innocent bimbo brain.
“Carlos,” she said in a very scared tone, the very first time she’d called me by my name since she had her clothes off. “Your not going to hurt me are you?” she trembled, looking very concerned.
“I told you Megan, I’m going to make you famous,” I whispered sadistically into her ear as I placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it snugly behind her head. “Just relax, like all the top models do for me,” I said as I took up her small little wrists and one by one strapped them to the table. Her dainty little ankles were next, wrapping that thick rope around them, cementing them in place so she couldn’t move. She lay with each limb restricted at every corner of the solid oak table, her pretty, little pink pussy exposed for my viewing pleasure. Every moment being recorded by my faithful camera.
“T-this is kinda weird, I – I can’t see anything!” she shouted, as I walked around her helpless body. Gazing upon her big fake tits, her toned pale midriff and her tight young cunt. I slid my rough hand up against her thighs as she twitched away, her legs tried to move to guard herself, but bound by the rope she couldn’t move her legs far. My hands stroked up against her inner thigh and down towards her exposed pretty pussy, caressing it for just a brief moment,
“Mmmph,” she blurted out as my fingers brushed her clit, her hips digging into the wooden tabletop, her face becoming rosy. My fingers glided up onto her abdomen before settling upon her nipples as I twirled and pinched them between my thumb and index finger. I felt them become stiff and erect as Megan moaned softly again.
“Does that feel good Megan?” I asked. Her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, she could only manage an embarrassed nod of the head. I leant over her bare frame and placed my mouth onto her tits, taking her stiff nipples into my mouth biting and nibbling at them as she groaned in pleasure. “You knew this was going to happen didn’t you?” I asked as I removed my tongue from her nipple. She nodded quickly in agreement, as the studio lights illuminated every inch of her exposed body. I started to slap her fake tits firmly with my palm until she gasped, I could see her little pink slit beginning to get wet. I placed the nipple clamps ever so precisely onto her as she winced with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“T-that hurts!” she breathed rapidly. Her plump fake lips beginning to salivate as she let her inner slut come out. Her wrists writhing in the restraints as her hips bucked up and down. I moved back down towards her radiating pussy as she let out soft little moans.
“Megan, you want to be famous don’t you?” I asked again,
“Yes, yes I want to be famous,” she pleaded
“Good fucking slut,” I said as I spread her pussy lips wide and slipped in my fingers. She was already soaking wet as I played with her little clit whilst kissing her stomach.
“Mmmfh, mmmfmh,” she moaned as I twirled her clit, preparing her pussy for the relentless pleasure she was about to endure. I retrieved the bullet vibrator I had taken ealier and switched it on. It buzzed to life, “F-fuck what’s that?” she moaned as I strapped it to her thigh whilst placing it on her quivering clit. “Mmmmff, fffuuck!” She groaned as it sent spasms up her body. I towered over her bound, nude frame, watching her squirm as she lay before me on the tabletop. Her body now in my complete control, my little instagram plaything being tortured with pleasure. She moaned and quivered over and over as her little pussy was being pulsed with vibration. She couldn’t help but start to cream all over herself.
“Megan, your getting wet aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear as she writhed in pleasure,
“Y-yes, fuck, I’m so wet,” she grunted her pussy pulsing against the vibration
“Your just a little instagram slut aren’t you?” I asked as I slapped her tits hard,
“Yes, yes im a slut!” she cried out,
“You enjoyed stripping for me didn’t you?”
“Mppghhh, y-yes,” she mumbled as her brain turned to mush. The powerful sensation between her legs rendering her useless. I surveyed her body twitching and writhing on the table as she came hard from the vibrations alone. “Ffffuckkk, mmpphhff,” she cried out as she orgasmed, her fists clenching as she wrestled with the ropes. My cock was fully engorged in my pants at this point, watching this helpless slut lose her morals and inhibitions as she gave in to the pleasure. I took my pants off as my throbbing dick sprung into the air, I walked around to her head as every inch of her body twitched in ecstasy. “Ff–fuu–p-p-pleeaase, make it ss-top,” she begged. Her mouth gasped for air as she begged me to turn the vibrator off, her fake filled lips looked so plump and juicy I couldn’t help but slap my cock up against them.
“You want to be famous don’t you Megan,” I groaned as I slapped my shaft and head all over her lips,
“Y-e-s, I-I’m a- ddirty littl-e ww-hore, wh–o www-ants to b-be faam-ous!” she screamed as my cock slapped up against her face. She was cumming hard over and over as she was trying to receive my throbbing cock willingly into her throat, like a baby bird trying to be fed.
“Take my cock you nasty little brat,” I snarled as she reached out her tongue and engulfed my shaft into her throat. She spluttered and gagged as I throat fucked her pretty face, her tongue and warm lips felt sensational on my veiny cock, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long before filling her up. Her body and mind was at its limit now, as my camera was capturing every moment, as I throat fucked her for my own sadistic pleasure.
“Pp-ple-ase cum in m-my mouth,” she managed to eek out as my stiff cock filled her throat, I couldn’t contain myself as I felt a strong surge rise from my loins. My hot cum rushed from my balls and exploded into her mouth, I came so hard as her lips overflowed with my hot sticky milk. I could feel her cumming again as she desperately licked my shaft as I slipped my swollen cock out of her mouth. I felt like a god as I stood over her once again, viewing my evening entertainment, thrash and writhe before me as the bullet vibrator sent relentless spasms through Megan’s body. I moved up to her head and unwrapped the blindfold slowly from her face. Her bloodshot eyes winced as the studio lights hit them. She shivered and bit her cum coated lips, “pp–please,” she breathed heavily with an open mouth as she came hard again, “T-t-turn it-offf.” I smiled as I walked back to my camera, my heart rate coming back down slowly to normal levels. I grasped my tripod with two hands, the little red LED still flashing away to show it’s recording. I placed it next to Megan making sure her tortured body and pretty bimbo face was in focus.
“See Megan,” I smiled as I swept her sweaty peroxide hair from her cheeks, and rotated her head with my hand towards the camera screen. Her tired, pretty eyes widened with fear as she saw the text at the top of the screen ‘Livestreaming to the world!’. “Close to half a million viewers on instagram!” I laughed out loud, “Megan, your famous!”
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