Sexual Reprose Pt 1

"Now, show me innocent," the man behind the camera shouted to me as I pouted my lips slightly and gave the pose he wanted. I sat sideways on the ground, my hands and legs bound together. The corset I was wearing made it hard to move as it was, and I was wishing I had said no to this project, but hey I needed the money. The man behind me pulled slightly on the leash around my neck. He got to be mostly dressed, in leather pants and he didn't even have to have his face in the picture. The flash of the camera was making me partially blind but I could still tell where people were standing. The man, Miguel, had the most beautiful body and an even more handsome face, gentle yet strong. He kept pulling the leash more to where my face was at his crotch, when the flashes stopped.1

"Okay, that's it for today," the photographer said, as relieved sighs filled the room, especially from me. The girls that helped me into the outfit ran forwards and helped me out of the binding and lead me to my trailer so I could rest. 24 hours of being awake, having photoshoots the entire time. The thing I needed most was in the trailer, a bed.2

I walked inside and closed the door behind me, looking around. The trailer was dark enough for a nap, so I turned my cell phone onto silent and put the alarm on for a couple hours later. If they needed me sooner, they'd wake me up. As soon as I collapsed onto the bed, I felt myself falling into a deep sleep. Then, right as I was falling asleep, two things happened. One, I realized I was still in the outfit from the photoshoot, a black and red corset, fishnets, heels, and a lacy thong. The second thing, my trailer door opened.3

I looked to the door and it was Miguel. He seemed to be in a hurry to get into the trailer. When he looked at me, I could see the lust burning in his eyes. In his hand was the leash and handcuffs I was in during the shoot. As I sat up to ask why he was here, he put a finger to my lips to silence me.4

"You've aroused me so badly, my dear Victoria," he whispered to me. "I need you, I need to deflower the innocence of you."5

I looked at him, smiling. Many men in my photoshoots do this to me. I am one of a kind. I shoot erotic photos but I am still a virgin, and I try to remain so every time. No one has succeeded. I couldn't decide whether or not to give in to him, or keep going with my innocence. The look in his eyes was amazing, lust, desire, possibly even love. I had never seen a look like that.6

He slowly leaned forward, kissing my lips deeply and passionately, giving me as much passion as I was giving to him. We landed on the bed, wrapping our body around one another, kissing and touching every inch of skin we could reach, running our hands up and down one another.7

The passion rose and fell as our breath did. Our sighs and moans filled the trailer until the desire was too much to take. Miguel pulled me up slowly, untying the corset and pulling it over my head, kissing every inch of my stomach and chest. His lips wrapped around my nipples, then pulled away, giving me a surprised look.8

"They're truly pierced! They looked so sweet in those pictures, I thought the piercings were fake," he said softly. I smiled softly and pulled him into me.9

"You'd be surprised to find out what else is pierced," I said to him softly, then started sucking and biting his earlobes, moaning softly as I heard his gasps and sighs.10