Two Websites • 2 Lydia's Big Break

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Lydia's Big Break

Chapter 1

I was pretty happy, Padma, my Indian Princess, was making me loads of cash!

For those of you that are new to my adventures; I run two websites. One is a phony modelling company where super-model hopefuls send me their ‘portfolios’ with hopes of hitting it big. The ‘portfolio’s they send are usually, crappy point and shoot photos or even cell phone shots taken in bathroom mirrors. I have gotten the rare professional shoot, but not too often.

I’ve been able to coax a couple hopefuls over to my friend Dave’s loft for a ‘photo-shoot’. A glass of champagne or two and I can usually talk them into topless or even full nude. My best exploit, by far, has been Padma. I’ve been milking this forty-something MILF for about three months now. She was desperate and I was there to help, what can I say? I’ve got full hard-core video of her with a group of bikers and last weekend she worked a bachelor party with about a dozen guys!

The second site is where I sell my photo-sets and my video. I don’t make a lot of money, but it pays the bills and allows me some minor pleasures in life.

Chapter 2

Over the past month I’ve been trading emails with a girl named Lydia. She sent me a few pictures of her in various outfits, but nothing nude. It looked promising, because she was very eager and kept talking about how she had always dreamed of going to Paris and Milan.

I was working her, trying to get something a little more daring from her. She wasn’t bad looking and it looked like she had a great set of tits. She kept sending me nice photos, but she wouldn’t cross the line. I had her on the phone one afternoon and I asked her if she would like to come over to our loft studio for a photo-shoot. Imagine my surprise when a male voice came on the phone, “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

I panicked and hung up the phone! What the fuck?

The phone rang. I looked at it, not daring to move. It rang again. Steeling my nerves, I picked it up, “hello?”

It was the man again, “Hello? We must have been cut off. I was saying that I’m not sure my daughter going to a loft studio for photos is a good idea.” Her Father; damn. “Listen, I know she’s twenty and able to make up her own decisions, but as her Father, I just don’t like the sounds of this.” I could hear Lydia explode in the background; she was not happy. The phone went muffled, probably his hand, but I could still hear them arguing; Lydia’s voice most prevalent.

Dad came back onto the phone, Lydia silent in the background. Dad heaved a heavy sigh “Okay listen. She can come to this photo-shoot, but I can’t bring her out there. You’re a big time scout, you can foot the bill for a bus ticket or it’s not going to happen.”

Dad’s last ditch attempt at controlling the situation; inside I was already celebrating. I hesitated and drew out my answer, “Well, I suppose, we can. Normally, we don’t do this, but Lydia seems excited about a modelling career.”

He sighed on the other end, “She really does want to be a model. I’ll help her all I can. Good day.” He hung up.

I called Dave to tell him to get ready for another shoot.

Chapter 3

Everything was scheduled and ready to go. I found out that it was just Lydia and her dad. They lived across the state line in some little four-corner town; about 5 hours away. He worked long hours at his restaurant and couldn’t get away for a day of modelling even for his only daughter.

A couple days before the shoot I called him up and told him that I had the tickets, but I couldn’t get a return ticket until the next day. I reassured him that I had already reserved a room for her at the local hotel here and he didn’t have to worry about a thing. He didn’t sound too sure, but I could hear Lydia in the background pleading and whining. He finally agreed. We were all set.

She arrived on the morning bus and I was there to pick her up. I waved to her as she got off the bus. She was shorter than I thought; maybe 5’2; was wearing tight blue jeans, sandals and a tight t-shirt with some logo on it. Her tits looked even better in real life! She gave me a big hug, “Oh! I can’t believe I’m here! Thank you for convincing my Dad!”

We were laughing as we made our way to my car. “Lydia, I could just tell you had what it takes to make it to the big time!” I was saying all the right things, because her eyes were sparkling as she dreamed about fame and fortune! She was eating it all up!

We stopped for lunch and I outlined our shooting schedule. I told her all the big companies wanted a variety of shoots in a model’s portfolio. We would be in different outfits; different settings and even doing some group shots. She frowned and I explained that we would have some ‘extras’ in some of the shoots, but the focus would be all on her. She smiled, that’s what she wanted to hear.

Chapter 4

I got her into the loft and introduced her to Dave. He and I had sat and schemed for a long while to make sure we did this just right. One wrong step and she would run back to Dad and we’d be sunk. We had planned it right down to the last detail and figured we were ready.

We spent the afternoon on some quick shoots. She had changed outfits about eight times in the little change room in the corner. I was excited to see the hidden video we were capturing each time she changed. I imagined those titties would capture some good bucks on my website!

Dave had gotten some great shots of her in a little black dress, in various bikinis; a maid’s costume; even a Super-girl costume! I had some rockin’ music going and she was having a lot of fun!

It was time to push it a little; just a little. I had sent her in with another bag with another outfit to get changed. It was lingerie; black, one-piece mesh with black satin triangles over the good parts and a thong style. Dave and I figured if she backed out now, we still look legit with all the work we had been doing all afternoon.

The door opened and she stepped out, holding up the lingerie, “Um. Is this all there is?” She looked concerned.

“Oh,” I jumped, “No, here are the shoes.” I handed her a pair of black, two inch heels.

“I don’t know. I really don’t think I want to wear this. I’ve been having fun, but this is a little too much for me. Sorry.” She looked dejected.

I sighed, “That’s okay Lydia. We certainly don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. I thought you wanted to be a famous model though. I had contacted a couple scouts in Europe and told them I had the next big thing.” She brightened up, “Oh well. Some girls have it, some don’t; go get changed and I’ll take you to your hotel.”

She didn’t move. She was standing there chewing on her lip; I could see the wheel’s turning. Had I used the right words?

She turned on her heel and went into the change room and closed the door. Dave shook my hand, “Well done.”

She came walking out and my heart nearly stopped! She had her long blonde hair hanging down over one shoulder; her head dipped forward, her eyes peering at me through her hair. Her huge tits were covered by the black satin triangles, but just barely. The black mesh was fitted tightly to her stomach as it made its way down to another black triangle over her pussy. Standing in heels, her calves were tightened up making her legs look damn fine! The faintest hints of hard nipples were poking out, topping off the look.

I cleared my throat and Dave startled, “Um, okay Lydia; let’s go over to the couch again.”

I couldn’t take my eyes of her ass as she walked over to the setup. Dave ran her through some great poses. At first she was shy, but Dave and I were cheering her on and by the end, she was feeling good; her self-confidence had returned; exactly what we had been working toward. We figured we weren’t going to get another photo-shoot out of her, so we had to get all we could this afternoon and tonight. I knew without liquor it was going to be tough, we had to be careful; it was all going according to plan. She had gotten used to skimpy clothing; tonight we had to convince her nudity was okay!

Chapter 5

It had been a long afternoon, so after a lengthy shoot with the black, mesh lingerie, we went to supper. I treated us all to a pretty fancy place; it must have been fancier than anything Lydia had seen before; her eyes were as big as saucers as we went in and sat down.

We made it back to the loft after supper and started shooting again. Lydia had changed into the first outfit; a long evening gown which did little to contain her tits. “Okay, Lydia, this is a French film shoot. Try to imagine you are a French spy and you are at a French night club.” I handed her a glass of champagne and she held onto it while Dave took photos.

I told Dave to try to get some photos of her drinking the champagne. She hesitated again, “I don’t think I should drink. I’m only twenty and I’ve never drank alcohol before, can we get juice instead and pretend?” She looked hopeful.

I tried to look impatient, “Lydia, are you serious? You want to be a famous model in Milan and drink orange juice?” That set her back. “It’s only champagne; all the big time models drink champagne.”

She looked at the glass and took a little sip and smiled, “Mmmm, that’s good!” She took another sip and giggled.

Dave started taking photos as she sipped away at the glass. I knew she would like it; they all seemed to like what I called ‘Dave’s Drink’: one glass of champagne and one ecstasy tab. I sent a text message and cheered her on.

It wasn’t long before the glass was empty. She was swaying pretty well now; her eyes were a little droopy and she was smiling from ear to ear. We were almost ready to proceed with the next phase. I heard the door open and close behind me and in walked Leon. Leon worked for Mike at his bike garage and had installed my new chrome package on my Harley for free. I guess he had heard how I treat people that help me and wanted in on the action. Of course I was ready to oblige.

Leon was six foot even, built like a tank and the blackest man I had ever seen. Mike had met him in jail and he had come to work for him upon his release. I shook Leon’s hand and asked him if he was ready. He nodded, but couldn’t take his eyes off Lydia.

I called Lydia over and introduced them, “Lydia, this is Leon. He is a model and he is here to help you with your portfolio.” She nodded and smiled, shaking Leon’s hand.

“Okay,” I told her, “let’s continue with the French spy story. Lydia, Leon, take your places over here.” I handed Lydia another glass of regular champagne. “You two are lovers and have gotten together.”

They started to move, Lydia sipping at her glass. Leon had moved in and was holding her. She didn’t resist at all. After all, it was just pretend, right? Leon was behind her with his arms around her; his forearms pushing up her chest. He had his face buried in her shoulder and I could see him checking out her tits. She didn’t have a clue; she was sipping champagne and holding her arms in the air.

I called to Lydia to get changed for the next scene. I told her she wouldn’t need her champagne, so just drink it. She gulped it down like it was water. She made her way over, weaving and bobbing, giggling all the way.

“What am I whearhing?” Her speech was slurred now, which was perfect. I told her to put on the black mesh lingerie again.

While she was doing that, Dave got the video camera set up. Leon just smiled and winked at me as he removed his shirt. Damn, the guy was half gorilla.

Lydia came out carrying the shoes, “I don’t t-think these are a ghood ideah.” She was giggling as she walked over to Leon.

Leon looked like a hungry beast as Lydia walked over. He pulled her into a big hug and Lydia was hugging him back, her big tits pressed against his chest. Leon had started kissing her neck and across her chest, moving to her shoulders. Lydia had her head back, enjoying it all. As he was kissing her shoulders he had reached around and easily snapped the banana straps over her shoulders; Lydia didn’t even notice.

Leon spun her around and was kissing the back of her neck. Her hair was forward so she didn’t notice that since the Lingerie was a springy mesh and the shoulder straps were broke, it had pulled down and her breasts were displayed for all to see. They were awesome. Sweet round, brown areola and cute little bud nipples. Leon’s hands moved up her belly and cupped her breasts. Lydia’s head came up a little shakily.

“Um, Leon, you shouldn’t be doing that.” Leon didn’t stop; he was massaging her tits, gently pinching the nipples. She looked at me, a little surprise on her face, “No nud-nudity.” She said. “My Dad told me, no nudity.” Her little hands were on Leon’s now, trying to stop him.

“Lydia, this is all part of modelling. Remember, you said you wanted to be a model.” She looked confused. “Besides, your Dad would be proud of you! Look at you; on your way to being a super-model!” That did it!

She turned into Leon and reached up and was kissing him. Dave and I were cheering her on, “Good Job Lydia! That’s it! You’re a pro!”

Leon had pushed the lingerie down and had picked her up and laid her on the couch. He spread her legs apart and buried his face in her pussy! She was moaning as Leon pushed her legs up so her knees framed her tits. After a minute, he stood up and got undressed. His cock was hanging down and I could not believe what I was seeing. This was where the stereotype had come from! His cock was huge!

He got up on the couch, kneeling on each side of Lydia’s head and was wiping his cock back and forth across her face. This was too much; she was starting to weakly struggle now. She was trying to protest, but Leon took advantage of her open mouth and pushed his cock in.  Her eyes got big as his hips started to pump back and forth. He had reached back and was lifting her boob up by the nipple and shaking it back and forth. She was moaning and Leon reached his other hand behind her head and started pulling on her head farther and farther, forcing his cock in until she was gagging. Leon kept pumping for a while then stood up. He lifted her legs up and got into position while she was gasping for air and struggling at the same time.

Her eyes got big and she stopped for a minute as she felt the head of his cock against her pussy. Then she started to struggle again; in her feeble state it was pretty useless.

He pushed into her and her head shot back, a deep moan coming from her throat! I could see that he wasn’t all the way in, which didn’t surprise me. Tiny little Lydia, there was no way he would fit all that meat in there! He had pushed her legs all the way up until her ankles were next to her ears and started fucking her; she was moaning and giving little yelps; her head tossing back and forth in either joy or agony.

I looked at Dave and he gave me the thumbs up. He had his camera going over time!

I looked back at the two lovebirds and Leon was up and reaching for Lydia. She was like a rag doll; Leon moved her around until she was on her knees and leaning forward with her head on the couch. He got in behind her and she started to struggle again. I moved around and could see he had two fingers up her ass and was forcing them in and out; his other hand on her back holding her down. He had increased to three fingers and she was really making a racket now!

He pulled his fingers out and she calmed. He moved around and then she jumped like she’d been shocked! I could see he had pushed his big cock into her ass! It was stretched wide and he wasn’t letting up! He kept pushing, would pull out a bit and then push back in again! She was really shaking now! He had it all the way in! I couldn’t believe it! She had fourteen inches of black beef buried up her ass to his balls!

Then it got really good: he grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass! She was howling now and he was jackhammering her ass! Her tits were shaking and her ass was jiggling! He kept going and going! He was lasting forever! Lydia had given in and was holding onto the couch for dear life at this point!

Finally, he put his head back and his body started to jerk! His climax lasted a long time; when he finally pulled out, a stream of white cum shot out of her ass! She fell over sideways, her body totally spent. Leon grabbed his clothes and went over to the big chair and collapsed into it.

I looked at Dave and I said, “Like we talked about?” Dave nodded, so I walked over to the couch and pulled out my hard cock. I got Lydia into a sitting position and got up on the couch. I fucked her face, filling her throat with cum. She swallowed most of it, but some ran out and down her neck. Dave got up and had his turn. Lydia didn’t object or struggle; she just sat there like a good girl and sucked cock.

Chapter 6

We had cleaned Lydia all up and I delivered her over to her hotel. I stayed with her until the morning and then slipped out before she woke up. I waited until about nine then went back to see her.

She was up and had just come out of the shower.

“How are you this morning? I asked.

She looked a little sheepish, “Um, fine.” She was busy rounding stuff up. She stopped and looked at me, “How did I do last night?”

“Well, how do you think you did?” I asked her back.

“I don’t remember a whole lot.” She replied, looking down. “I remember a guy. I can’t remember what his name was. We did the fancy shoot; what did you call it? A group shoot. We did a group shoot.” She was walking kind of funny. “Did I do okay?” She asked again.

Now this was an interesting twist Dave and I hadn’t thought of, “You did okay Lydia. With a little more practice, I think you’ll be famous in no time! I’m sure your Dad would be proud!”