The Photographer II

The Photographer part II
Dillon inserted three CDs into the small stereo behind his desk and hit the random play button. His turned the volume down so Masha would be able to hear him clearly. He was pleased to hear the music start. It was his favorite solo-musician, Isaac Guillory, a Cuban born classical Latin guitarist. It was very relaxing music with a lot of soul. He often listened to these CDs when he was anxious or nervous. The music relaxed him, and led his mind away on erotic adventures. He hoped the music would help Masha remain relaxed through out the shoot. He walked back to his studio and approached young Masha.
Dillon gently placed his hands on Masha’s slim shoulders and looked down at her with the most serious gaze he could muster. His Russian vocabulary was still poor and deficient. He struggled to communicate what he wanted to Masha.
“Clear your head. No thinking.” Dillon said. “No smiles, no frowns. Unless I say so. Never look into the camera unless I say. Ok?” Masha nodded her pretty little head, looking into his eyes awaiting further instruction. Dillon reached for his 38mm camera and attached a filter lense that he thought would best capture her faint but noticeable tan. It would cost him some contrast, as she undressed in front of the pink bed and wooden vanity, but he would sacrifice that. He walked away from Masha and the bedroom set, pushing his director’s chair back out of the way.
“Undress very slowly. Begin with your shirt.” He told the fourteen-year-old, feeling trepidation creep into his heart. He began photographing immediately. He had taken a dozen photos as she finished unbuttoning her shirt.
“Stop!” Dillon said as he walked closer to her. He filled the frame with her body, centering on her belly button and took two quick photos, knowing the fine little blonde hairs on her tummy would reflect enough light to clearly appear in the photos. He let his camera fall gently, until the straps around his neck stopped it. He set a hand on Masha’s shoulder and one on her waist. He moved her shoulder left and her waist right slightly, and said, in English “curve left.” He switched his hands around on her and said “curve right.” He dropped his hands and stood back.
“Curve left,” Dillon said. Masha quickly shifted her shoulders and hips into the posture he desired. “Good.”
He walked back away and turned to begin photographing again. Soon he had Masha curving left and right as she seductively removed her shirt. She was a quick learner, he was pleased to find, and a good listener. As Dillon finished his second roll of film, Masha stood next to the bed, minus her shirt and skirt, looking very composed and, as Dillon was troubled to feel, very sexy. Dillon soon had her lightly caressing her body, or bending herself over slightly at the waist. He often asked her to stop, to assume a new position or ask her how to say a word in Russian for this or that.
“I really like your music Dillon,” Masha said as Dillon photographed her.
“Shh,” he said. “I’ll make you a copy.” He thought she looked tremendous. He was uncomfortably excited with her looks. While her face was very pretty, in an innocent European way, her body was tiny and firm, yet to acquire an older woman’s roundness or curves. Her hips were still narrow, and each of her ribs clearly stood out. Her stomach was completely flat, and not an ounce of fat could be found on her. He approached her and fiddled with the back of her underwear, where it had crept up a bit. While he lightly squeezed her small round butt, finding it amazingly tight and muscular, she hardly flinched. He bent his arm, flexing his muscle and pointed to her ass.
Masha quickly understood, and flexed her small ass. Dillon watched closely, knowing that he liked what he saw, desiring to capture it on film. He then grabbed her hands and placed them on her ass, moving them around. She slowly caressed her ass, flexing it now and then. He began to take more photos.
By the time Dillon had gone through nearly four full rolls of film, Masha was lying on the bed, nude. And Dillon was wondering just how noticeable his erection was, as he found himself surprised, again, at his arousal. He had photographed nearly fifty women in much more graphic a fashion, often without becoming aroused at all. Sure, during the first nude-shoots he had become extremely turned on. But he had outgrown that. He stopped shooting for a moment, setting his camera on his chair, and walked to his desk. Opening the shades on the window behind his desk, he gazed outside at the industrial-park office-complex. He tried to clear his mind, and found himself wondering what the typical Ukranian’s values were concerning what he was doing. Photographing a naked fourteen-year-old girl. And he was aroused. Damn, he thought. Maybe I’ll get used to this too. As discreetly as possible, he adjusted his short pants to hide his erection, and tried to slip the tip of his cock under the elastic strap of his underwear. He hoped Masha hadn’t noticed his excitement. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was twenty years old, because it would be natural for him to become aroused.
From what Masha had said earlier in the bathroom, Dillon suspected she may enjoy exhibiting her body, which she freely admitted she thought was sexy. She knew she turned Mikhail on too, she had said, when he looked at her. He grabbed a soda out of the fridge and returned to his set. He sat on the bed next to Masha and handed her the can. She quickly sat up and took a sip, thanking him and handing the can back to him.
“Those lights are hot!” She remarked. He nodded, looking down at her. He placed a finger on her belly button and looked at her with questioning eyes. She told him the word he searched for. He placed a finger on her knee and then her thigh. She told him the word for nipple and neck and they practiced the words together. She pointed to her young nearly bald pussy. Dillon knew that word, Tanya had screamed it last night, he thought with a smile. He placed his hand on her pussy, and gently tugged on one of her tiny, pussy lips. She giggled and named it for him. He touched her clit, and she gasped. He learned many new words this way, and Dillon thanked young Masha. Dillon still was incredibly aroused, and he supposed he would probably stay that way until he was done photographing this young beauty. His hand roamed over her body, and he examined her as closely as ever now. She placed a hand on his as it wandered over her small breasts. She smiled up at him when he looked into her face.
“You are going to make one man very happy someday, Masha,” Dillon told her, looking down at her incredibly young body again.
“Thank you.” Masha said sweetly. “Dillon?” He looked at her. “Do I turn you on too?” Dillon looked at her and nodded. He looked away, hoping he hadn’t disappointed or disgusted her.
“I thought so,” She said. “Are we going to keep going with the shoot?” He told her they certainly were, and with a brave smile, he stood and grabbed his camera. Soon he had gone through four more rolls of film and she posed innocently on the bed, looking into the camera only when Dillon asked her too. She was able to communicate well with the camera, as Dillon directed her to smile, or frown, seduce or looked surprised. She was a natural, and he knew better than to hope other young Kiev girls would be this easy to photograph. Soon, he sat down on the bed with her and explained to her that he thought they had accomplished one goal, and he was pleased.
“I’m glad you’re pleased Dillon,” Masha said sweetly. “Are we done then?” He shook his head and explained to her he wanted to lose some of the innocense now. Dillon thought she seemed to understand. Dillon wondered if she fully understood his motives.
“Think of the camera as Mikhail, now. And I want you to give him a sexy little show.” Dillon explained as he stood from the desk and walked back to his stereo, turning up the volume considerably. “You can proceed at your own pace. I will take photos as fast as I feel is necessary. I will stop you briefly when I have to change film.”
Masha beamed a huge smile at him. She hopped up from the bed as Dillon picked up his camera and started photographing the teen again. Soon he was found himself fascinated with the young model. She seemed to know exactly how to move her body, smile, wink, pout or suggest, in such a confident way. She seemed tuned to exactly what men like Dillon wanted to see, wanted to find, in a woman. Err…girl. Masha caressed her body and looked into the camera, and seemed to ask it why it was in her bedroom with her, taking pictures of her? Why are you here, she asked it with her eyes. Do you find me pretty? Am I sexy? Are you perverted? Would you like to see me touch my pussy?
Masha lay back on the bed and lifted her strong thin legs into the air, feeling her thighs with her small hands, as Dillon moved closer and closer, snapping pictures quickly. Masha began to trace little circles around her small pussy while another hand fingered her little belly button. She looked into the camera and accused it of invading her privacy, as she slipped a finger between the smooth wet folds of her pussy lips. As she began to finger herself, Dillon quickly slapped in a fresh roll of film and resumed photographing the nubile nymph. She rolled over on her tummy, spreading her legs wide. She raised her ass toward the ceiling and fingered herself urgently. She placed her other hand on her ass and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her little pink butthole. Soon she was fingering it too, slipping her pinky in only a small way, and looking into the camera with half-open eyes. He photographed her little curled up toes, as she kept masturbating. Soon he could clearly hear Masha moaning, and he took several closeups of her face. He quickly changed filters on the camera and captured her lightly sweating body well. He zoomed in on her thighs and found hundreds of little goose bumps, as Masha began to lose herself in pleasure.
“Dillon, I’m going to come!” She groaned.
“Shh.”
Masha worked at her pussy frantically now, her hips bucking, shaking the little bed. He focused his efforts on her now soaked pussy, its little lips slightly swollen and longer. Her little pinky was buried deep in her ass now, as she screamed loudly. Dillon took his last picture then, sitting next to the exquisite girl, placing his hand on her damp lower back.
“I’m glad you feel so comfortable with me Masha,” Dillon told her, caressing her back, as she struggled to catch her breath. She giggled, a little embarrassed. He patted her on the bottom. “You are a very naughty girl.”
“Mikhail spanks me often Dillon, I am very naughty,” She explained. “I think I may be the naughtiest virgin ever. But I think I make Mikhail very happy.”
“I suspect you do, doll.”
“Thank you for being so professional Dillon,” She remarked. “I feel very comfortable with you.” Dillon stood and walked to his chair, sitting down in it heavily. He set the camera on the floor and put his face down in his hands, rubbing his tired eyes. In his mind, he replayed what he had seen, what he had captured on film. To him it was highly erotic. With Masha’s help, no with Masha’s ability, he was able to set a high standard for his future work. What he had easily done here this morning, and early afternoon, would be incredibly hard to duplicate with lessor models, he suspected. But he now knew what he wanted, what he desired, thanks to Masha. He felt her touch the top of his head, as he rested his face in his hands. She ran her little fingers through his thick hair. He looked up at her, his eyes again focusing on her lithe young nubile body, standing before him naked. It was nice looking at her without a camera in his way.
Masha slowly pushed his head back until Dillon was leaning back in his chair. She slid one leg over his, and under the arm of the chair, then doing the same with the other, she sat on his lap. She looked at him seriously. She spoke to him quietly.
“I fear I may have excited you greatly,” She said as he watched her look into his lap. Without looking, Dillon knew what she saw. “I had a nice orgasm Dillon, Do you know?” He nodded, he knew. “I really enjoyed being photographed. I think I may have fantasized about something like this before.” She looked up from his lap and into his eyes. “I hope we can do this again sometime soon.” Dillon told her he hoped they would do this again soon, too. He examined her body, already beginning to imagine other outfits, other sets for her to dominate, use, and explore. He would sketch out some sets, have his helper Kiril build them. He would find her another costume, he would dwell on what would be best. Masha interrupted his planning.
“Dillon?” She asked.
“Yes Masha?”
“Can we unbutton your pants?” He nodded. “Can we take them off? I would like to watch you jerk off while I sit on your lap.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Mikhail must not know, Dillon.” He agreed. Mikhail should not know. Masha gracefully hopped off his lap and held him by the hand, leading him to the bed and helping him take his shorts and underwear off. He kicked his shoes off, growing excited. When he freed his hard erection, she stared at his hard cock, with her mouth open.
“That’s one big thick cock there, Dillon,” she stated. “And you have large hairy balls.” She pushed a very proud Dillon back down onto the bed. Dillon fluffed a few of the pillows up behind him and leaned back against the bed board as Masha assumed her position, sitting on his upper thighs. He reached for his cock.
“Can I touch it, Dillon?”
“Please!”
Masha eagerly reached for his hard erection, and began to fondle it. She felt it, caressed it, stroking the dark blue blood veins that encircled it. She seemed very happy to be handling it. She inspected his testicles closely, weighing them in her hands, squeezing them lightly. She found a bit of pre-cum and rubbed it into his large fleshy head. Dillon was very excited and pleased. He had never desired to have a fourteen year-old sit on his lap and stroke his cock, but he currently was thrilled one did, in fact, sit on his lap stroking his cock. He admired her body and princess like features now, as she slowly began to stroke him. She told him something very pleasing.
“I will call Anastasia. She has to see this beautiful cock. She is at least as sexy as I am Dillon, you see? She will turn you on too,” Masha said, stoking him, staring at his cock as he watched the little nymph pleasing him. “She will come and you can photograph her too. She will demand to suck you off, at least, if not demand you ass fuck her. She loves a good hard ass fucking, Dillon, you understand me?” Dillon nodded, feeling chills. “She loves to please men, she pleased many before Mikhail took her in.” Masha explained. “But you know what she loves more than pleasing men? Do you know what she loves more than a hard ass fucking, handsome American man with giant balls?”
Dillon shook his head, and watched as Masha squeezed more fluid from his cock and rubbed it around the top of his thrilled cock.
“She loves sperm, Dillon. Ana loves the taste and texture of men’s come. She lives for it.” Dillon chuckled. Masha giggled, and hopped off his lap and jumped off the bed. He was quickly disappointed and suddenly felt very alone. He hoped Masha, the little sexy angel would soon be back stroking him, teaching him more dirty words. He glued his eyes to Masha’s ass as she walked to her bag and, leaning down, reached into it, retrieved a plastic wrapped condom. She hopped back up on the bed, quickly finding her seat on Dillon’s legs again. She bit the corner of the condom wrapper and then ripped it open. She unrolled it a bit and blew into to it to open it up, and then she set it beside her. She began to tell him a story, as she paid his cock attention.
“I found her behind an old whore house Mikhail used to operate. I worked there, as a maid, cleaning and keeping the place straight. In the mornings I would empty the trash cans in each of the rooms into a trash bag. Mostly it was used condoms and tissues. Some cigarette butts and empty vodka bottles.