Steve Golden - Suck hot sitter

"I am proud of them and everything! But this doesn't seem right. I feel dirty!"

"Don't be silly. Do as I tell you, and stop acting like a little girl," he said. His voice was stern now. He sounded exactly like one of Stacy's strict teachers. And without further consideration, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She quickly cradled both tits in her arms, so that the bra was held against them and they remained covered. She blushed prettily and stared at him.

"You won't show these pictures to anyone, will you?''

"Are you kidding? These are for my own private collection. Let one of the tits peek over your arm now."

He was still all business behind the camera, and Stacy reluctantly let one hand fall down, so that her pink areola and one sturdy nipple were visible. It felt so funny, showing herself off like this for a guy she barely knew. Even her boyfriend Tim had never seen her bare tits. She felt dirty and shameless. But she also fell a twinge of excitement.

"Beautiful. Perfect," Caldicott said. "Now the other one. Show me both tits. And tease me. Stare at me with teasing, little-girl looks."

It all seemed very foolish, but Stacy tried her best. She gave him her most grown-up come-on stare, and let her hand fall away from her other tit. Both tits were still cradled against the bra in her arms, but his clicking camera had a perfect view of her nipples and areolas.

"Lean forward and let go of both tits," he instructed. "Let them fall out and down from your bra. Let them hang for me."

Slowly, Stacy did as she was told. Her arms unhooked and the bra fell away in her hand. She bent down, and both tits swayed forward like heavy, ripe fruit. They dangled beneath her, the pale lower swells contrasting with the tanned upper parts. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars. The nipples were sturdy, half-inch-long stubs.

"Okay, wonderful!" he praised, glad to be over the first major hurdle. He clicked his camera at her gorgeous young tits. He wanted to photograph the dangling tit globes from every angle, and pretty soon he was grabbing another camera and holding it up to his eye as he circled her.

He came closer, moved from the left to the right and back again. He had her lean forward even more, then stand up straight and raise her arms in back of her head, one at a time. The man recorded every stretch and shift of her stunning young tits without touching her once. He acted like a real professional the whole time.

Stacy was again relaxed and enjoying herself. She seemed to have forgotten her shame, and the fact that she was posing topless for a man she didn't even know.

She did everything he asked, letting him photograph her tits in all their glory. And when her nipples began to grow even harder and longer, she figured it must be because the room was so cool. Surely she couldn't be getting sexually aroused?

"Okay, enough of your tits for now," he said suddenly, backing away from her and going back behind the camera on the tripod. "Now I want you to do something extra special for me. I want you to pull up your skirt, very slowly, an inch at a time. Could you do that for me?"

There was a flash of hesitation across Stacy's face, but it only lasted a second. She really was enjoying herself. She was all warmed up and ready to go. She'd already shown off her tits. Why not her legs, too? She had beautiful legs, she knew. It was only natural he'd want to see more of them. It didn't mean he wanted her to undress completely or anything. Her tits might be naked, but she still had her open blouse draped around her shoulders, and she took comfort in that.

She placed her hands on her hips and moved them upwards, inching her navy-blue skirt higher by degrees. Unfortunately, the skirt was so short that she didn't have far to go before she'd be showing off her panties. She stopped with the skirt rolled up high on her thighs.

He photographed her slender golden legs, then peeked over the top of the camera at her as she hesitated to go further.

"Keep going. Show me your pretty panties," he encouraged. "Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you."

For another fraction of a second, Stacy hesitated. Then she pulled the skirt slightly higher. The blinding white triangle of her panties came into view, bulging slightly over the mound of her pussy.

Caldicott nodded his approval and urged her to keep going. He didn't tell her to stop till her skirt was rolled up around her waist and her girlish briefs were on full display. He snapped several pictures of her standing there holding her skirt over her hips.

"Slip your hand inside your panties," he said matter-of-factly, as if he wasn't asking her anything unusual. "Put your hand against your pussy and play with yourself."

"Mr. Caldicott, this is silly," she protested. But she obligingly did as she was told, easing her hand under the waistband of her panties till it was cupping her furry cunt. She moved her fingers about on her pussy lips, as she sometimes did late at night in bed, when she was exploring herself. Her panties bulged over her hand, the fabric dented by her knuckles.

He was greatly relieved that she'd consented to go this far. He hadn't expected her to. And now as he photographed her playing with herself, he felt the first twinges of arousal in his own crotch. The pretty teenager was so passive, so eager to do what he told her. He had the feeling he could get her to do anything, if he only went slowly enough.

"Pull down your panties a little ways for me, Stacy," he soothed, trying to keep the growing excitement out of his voice. "Not far, just so I can get a shot or two of your pubic hair. Then maybe we'll take a break."

Again, Stacy hesitated. The warning voices were again sounding in her head. If she did as he asked, she'd be showing her pussy to a male for the very first time. A major barrier would be crossed. Did she want this to happen with Mr. Caldicott, whom she barely knew? Shouldn't Tim, her boyfriend of two months, be the first to see her pussy? It really wasn't right that she should show herself off like this. What would her parents say?

''Pull down your panties!'' he said, his voice harsh again. "Don't be shy. Show me your cunt!''

The four-letter word cut into Stacy like a knife. She'd heard the word before, in the girls' locker room at school. But still, it was a shock coming from an adult like Mr. Caldicott. It startled her into action, and she pulled her hand from her pussy and used it to force down the elastic of her panties on one side. The furry blonde mound of her cunt peeked into view. He could see a generous sliver of pussy gash over her stretched panties.

"Very good. Very sexy. From now on, Stacy, don't hesitate when I tell you to do something. You trust me, don't you?"

"I guess so," she muttered, not sounding at all sure. She held her panties angled down while he snapped several pictures of her bared pussy.

"Pull them farther down now," he instructed. "Push them off your crotch till they're stretched between your thighs, and then leave them there. And keep your skirt rolled up around your waist like that."

Stacy was too intimidated to do anything but obey. She shoved her panties down, down, till they were caught like a taut white rope between her thighs and her crotch was completely naked. All her most private parts were now on view, and Mr. Caldicott was snapping away happily. She only hoped he'd keep his promise and not show the photographs to a soul. How would she ever explain them if he did?

He was grabbing a spare camera and coming closer to her. He actually knelt down in front of her and took several shots less than two feet away from her bare cunt. He pointed the camera upwards, shooting her bulging tits from below. Then he concentrated on her crotch once more. He seemed fascinated by her down-covered pussy mound.