***
"V-vivaaann... A-are you sure?" Ileana muttered nervously as I ordered her to get naked while pulling the mat from the shack out into the open, by the water.
"The light here is great," I nodded towards the sun shining over us in the morning, as I set up the camera on the log, facing us. I'd set it up for video mode with a burst timer feature to take pics every 30 seconds.
She pouted at my reply; the light was not what she was worried about, but nevertheless, pulled her pink lacy thong down, letting it drop to the ground at her feet before stepping out of it. She reached behind and with practiced movements, unclasped her bra before letting it drop to the ground.
"Fuck..." I groaned at the sight of her nude body in the natural backdrop of this amazing cove.
Her beautiful face framed by her long black hair. Her soft tits swaying enticingly before my eyes, while her pink nipples were standing erect and hard, the same shade as her areolas. She was nervous and it showed in her body language, the way her hands clasped together behind her back, but it also made the look hotter.
My eyes roamed down her gorgeous curves. The swell of her hips that lead to a patch of neatly trimmed black hair over her pussy, just above her beautiful, puffy pussy lips.
"Vivaan... Samar will be here any moment now..." she whispered nervously, "I-I am not sure if we should do this."
"It'll be another hour for him to be done and come looking for us. He's competitive, but a man of his word, so he won't come early," I replied confidently, pulling off my T-shirt, thus leaving me completely naked.
I was rock hard as I approached her, reaching out to pull her in against me. My cock brushed against her stomach, and I felt the warmth of her skin as my arms went around her waist.
"You want it too... I can tell," I said softly, leaning forward and brushing my lips against her soft neck. She shivered and gasped at the touch, but then she moaned even louder, her legs spreading apart instinctively, when I reached down and gently rubbed my index finger over her slit, feeling the heat from her pussy and the slickness of her wetness.
"This is...ahhhh... so naughty!" She gasped again as I pulled back with my fingers that were wet with her juices. I brought them up to my lips and slowly licked them clean in front of her eyes. Ileana watched me with a hungry look on her face, biting her lip as I sucked her juices off my finger.
"Get down on all fours," I commanded in a low voice, stepping behind her as she got down on her hands and knees. The camera was to our side but pointing at us, and I made sure to position myself so that it could see everything clearly.
I got down behind her, my cock brushing against her pussy and my hands gripping onto her hips firmly.
"Tell me what you are?" I asked, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. She blushed furiously but didn't refuse my command.
"I'm your slut... ahhh!" she moaned, turning around to look at me, "Ahhhhh.. I'm your dirty little slut!"
"That's right," I smiled at her, leaning back up and lining my cock to enter her pussy from behind, "And this is my pussy. Mine only!"
"Yes... Yes... Vivaan!" Her eyes went wide with desire at the words. Her breath quickened and her entire body quivered with anticipation. And I didn't want to make her wait any longer.
With one firm thrust, I slammed my cock deep inside of her wet, tight pussy! My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as I felt the head of my cock press against her cervix, penetrating as deep as possible.
"Ahhhhhhn... Vivaan!" She cried out loudly, her hands clutching the mat below us while she pushed herself back against me.
'Oh God... thank you for this!' I prayed in gratitude.
I pulled back slowly, enjoying the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around my shaft. My hands ran up her sides and around, cupping her tits from behind. And then, with all my might, I thrust back into her!
"Yes! YESS... YES! VIVAAAAANN!"
Her body rocked forward with each thrust, and she cried out in pleasure. Within a few minutes of non-stop pounding, I had fucked the shyness out of her. Her moans filled the air, echoing around us in the secluded little cove, "Harder... HARDER... FUUUCK!"
"Aren't you...ahh... worried... ahhh... that they will hear you if you moan like that?" I panted with a grin on my face, as I slapped her ass playfully, making her yelp in surprise.
"It's... ahhhh... your.... ahhh... fault... you... meanie..." she whimpered, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing with lust, "Fucking me.... so... ah... hard! I can't help myself... oh God... I can feel you so deep!"
"What...mmm... What about Samar?" I teased, reaching forward to grab her shoulders and pull her up. I grabbed her waist and turned her face towards me "You didn't want him to come looking for us? Remember..."
"Oh fuckkkk... I don't care! I don't care!" she cried out loud, shaking her head, "Ah... He was flirting non-stop... ahhh... during our shoot... And I... ahhh... He didn't know that I belong to you!"
"He was flirting with you?" I muttered in irritation as I pushed her off and before she could react, I turned her around and pushed back on the mat, this time with me on top of her.
She squealed in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers while lining my cock to her entrance again, teasing her, "What did he say?"
"Yes, he... ahhh... he kept flexing his abs and trying to... oh God yes! Vivaan... impress me with his stories!" She gasped, reaching down and gripping my cock, trying to guide it into her eager pussy, but I continued rubbing the tip up and down her slit.
"What else?" I repeated firmly.
"He said I was hot.. ahhh... and a natural in front of the camera," she moaned, rolling her hips up, desperately trying to get me inside her, "He wanted me to shoot with him privately... ahhhh... alone! Ahhh... he wanted me to dump you and sign with him. He said he'd... ahhh... make me famous!"
I felt a sudden rush of possessiveness surge through me. Without another word, I slammed my cock inside her tight pussy. She let out a loud gasp, arching her back off the mat as her tits pressed against me.
"And what... ahh... did... you say?" I whispered in a low growl.
"That I... aahhh..." she moaned, trying to form words between her moans of pleasure and my thrusts into her wet hot pussy, "I-I told him... no!"
"No, why?" I smirked as I leaned in and kissed her lips, "He's with a famous photographer. He's handsome and buff..."
"It's because he doesn't have a nice... ahhhh.. cock like you! I love how you fuck me hard every night!" she gasped, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face forward to kiss me deeply, "I said no because I am Vivaan's slut!"
"I love you so much..." I panted in pride as my thrusting became more frantic and erratic, pounding into her with abandon.
"I... ahhhnnn... love... oh... you... I love you... I love youuuuuuuuu!" she moaned loudly, throwing her legs up and wrapping them tightly around my waist as she felt her orgasm approaching.
I was lost to my pleasure. My hips rocked against hers, driving me closer to the edge with each thrust. With every stroke of my cock inside of her tight wet pussy, I could feel myself getting closer.
"Open your mouth," I groaned and in a fit of perverted fervour, remembering a move I had seen in one of those hardcore pornos, I drooled a thick strand of my saliva from my lips and tongue into her open mouth!
Her eyes went wide when she realized what I was doing, but she didn't protest, her own tongue reaching out to accept my saliva as a final acceptance of being my slut! "Ahhh... Vivaan!"
"Yes!" I groaned, feeling her cumming on my cock, "I can feel it!"
"Y-yes! YESSS... YES...YES... YEEEEEESSSS!" she screamed out in pleasure. Her nails dug into my back, and her legs clenched tightly around my waist.
Her pussy clamped down around my cock, milking it for all its worth, while I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb, painting her insides with my seed.
It seemed to go on forever before we finally collapsed together, spent and panting heavily against each other.
***
I looked around, whistling happily and kicking the water as I sat on the log waiting for Ileana to step back out from the shack. She wasn't going to head back in her cum-stained outfit, so I was waiting for her to change back into her bikini.
*SMACK*
I looked around in surprise towards her as she smacked the back of my head, while blushing a deep red, and taking a seat beside me.
"What was that for?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head.
"That's what you get for being a pervert!" she gave me a mean looking stare before grabbing my arm and cuddling against my shoulder, "For fucking me out in the open!"
"Oh, come on... "I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her waist, "I thought you liked it. You did cum quite hard at the end there."
She pouted even more and pinched me, making me yelp, "It was so naughty... and embarrassing!"
"You were great," I smiled, kissing the top of her head, "I'm sure we got some amazing shots today."
"You are so embarrassing..." she huffed, crossing her legs, "Why did you record us having sex. And what if Samar had come over..."
"He would have seen me fucking my girlfriend," I shrugged with a grin, "And be super jealous of me."
"Fine... " she said with a blush and then eyed my camera, "But why did you have to make a video of us?"
"Oh, I like to make videos of my special moments," I added, as I pulled out the memory card "And don't worry, I'll keep it safe."
"I hope it was worth it. You did get good shots to beat Samar, right?" she asked softly, looking a bit apprehensive, "I did the whole competition thing for you..."
I looked into her eyes for a moment and nodded, "Don't worry about that. I just need a few hours to work on the raw images and will then show them to Mr. Anand!"
She just nodded and gave me a kiss, "Let's go back then... before Samar comes looking for us!"
***
The crew had almost wrapped up by the time we headed back. Mr. Anand and his team were staying at the hotel, and I told them that I would need a few hours and then drop off my best pics for Mr. Anand in the afternoon.
Samar seemed to be eyeing Ileana while I spoke to his uncle, and offered to buy her a coffee. But she made an excuse that she was tired. For some reason, we decided to not tell him that we were dating. Which was fine by me, because watching Samar pointlessly try to flirt with Ileana, knowing that he had no chance in hell, was funny!
We headed back to our hotel and after getting some breakfast, Ileana sat down with a book, while I worked on the pics on my laptop.
I made sure to first copy out and safely store our more intimate shots in my Dropbox folder. I labelled it "Ileana's Inner Slut" and stored it beside another labelled "Navratri Night with Pooja and Jhanvi Didi'. The other folder containing the equally hardcore threesome of Pooja and Jhanvi Didi by Suraj Bhaiya that night.
After copying my other photos into my work folder and safely deleting and wiping my memory card clean. I went to work on the photos for Mr. Anand.
Ileana in a lacy pink lingerie in the backdrop of the ocean was too good to be true. Her sensuous poses, combined with her natural sexiness and the overall mood of the pics did come out pretty good.
I think Mr. Anand would agree that I had gotten her to show her inner slut.
But when I reached the later pics, the ones taken after I had made her orgasm. That was when I realized the true meaning of his words.
If the earlier pics were good, the ones after that were simply phenomenal! In the first few pics, she looked beautiful. There was an element of shyness, of hesitancy in her eyes. But in the ones we took later, they were something else.
I felt myself getting hard, looking at them again. The way she was looking into the camera, her eyes alight with lust. And then I found it, the picture that would certainly blow Samar out of the water.
Her face had the radiant afterglow of an orgasm, while she posed seductively with her fingers hooked in the thong. Pulling it down just enough to reveal a small hint of her pussy lips. The way she arched her back and pushed her tits up. And the look in her eyes, sparkling with desire and lust for me!
It was the money shot!
In it, Ileana didn't look like a model. She didn't look like a girl trying to be sexy or seductive. She looked like a woman who wanted nothing more than to be fucked by her lover!
I felt my heart skip a beat and quickly got to work. There was no way I would lose now.
***
After lunch, I went over to Mr. Anand's room and dropped off the USB with the pics I had selected. He gave me a pat on the back and said he would go through Samar's and my pics and would meet us around teatime in the café.
I nodded respectfully and headed back to our Villa, with butterflies in my stomach all the way.
***
It was around 5 pm when we found ourselves in Moonlight Café with Ileana sitting beside me. A smug looking Samar took a chair on her other side, as Mr. Anand ordered for us.
"So..." Nikunj Anand leaned back after giving the order, and spoke to Ileana, "Did you enjoy your first day of modelling, my dear?"
Samar raised an eyebrow at this, but Ileana blushed and nodded her head with a smile.
"I really had a good time, Sir." She replied cheerfully, "Vivaan and I had a lot of fun shooting."
"Call me Nikunj," he grinned back, "Sir makes me sound older than I am."
We chuckled a bit at that, but I was eager to hear his verdict. But he seemed to be in no mood for haste, taking a slow sip from his coffee and looking over at us, "You know... I am really impressed by you, my dear. It's rare for me to say this, but it's been years since I've seen such natural talent in someone."
I smiled proudly and looked over at Ileana, who was blushing again. I could see even Samar was impressed with his uncle's words.
"In fact, I want you to sign a contract with my agency," he continued, "I'll have Varun send you an email by tonight. A two-year exclusive contract to model for me, with a monthly retention fee and an additional amount per shoot you do with us."
"Whoa... that's... that's..." Ileana gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her blue eyes wide in surprise, "And what about the contest?"
"Well, about that though..." Mr. Anand smiled and glanced at Samar. He chuckled and pulled out his iPad and slid it on the table, "I think I already found a picture which I am using for your December page."
"You did?" Samar gasped, looking at his uncle, "But she didn't shoot with you... So did you pick one from the pics I took?"
Mr. Anand laughed at that and shook his head and in response, tapped the screen to reveal the picture of Ileana in that I had taken. I had added a monochrome filter to it, but left a little bit of the pink hue of her lingerie and the blue sea behind her remained coloured.
"Vivaan," he added, as he looked at the image, "The shyness and desire I see in her eyes, wearing sexy lingerie in the wild, was truly a stroke of genius."
"Wow... This is..." I whispered in shock as he smiled proudly at me.
"In fact, I intend to use this picture as the main cover, and for my marketing too..." he grinned, tapping again on the iPad and sliding it back, "You are a very talented young man, and I would love to have you join the team!"
***
Ileana and I celebrated with a nice candlelight dinner. Not only did I get an internship with the top fashion photographer in the country, but Ileana was also going to be by my side throughout and she was excited to try out modelling too.
After two years of being locked up by Ravi's goons, it seemed that life was definitely turning around for her AND me.
We had a romantic stroll on the beach, and I decided to take a shower before getting into bed with her.
"Vivaan, what's your password?" Ileana's voice called out from the door as I brushed my teeth, "I want to check your email for our contracts?"
"It's... Photolife321," I called out as I spat into the sink and gargled before heading into the shower for a nice hot bath.
It was a good ten minutes before I stepped out of the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around my waist. But I was surprised by the sounds of two girls passionately moaning.
I looked at the table to see a shocked looking Ileana with my laptop open and the screen open on a loud scene of Suraj Bhaiya pounding away at Pooja Didi's pussy, while a naked Jhanvi Didi kissed his neck from the side.
"Ohhhh. yesss. I want more; more of Chotu's big cock. Fuck me harder," Pooja Didi moaned shamelessly, "Fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Fuckkkkk!!!"
"Fuck her master... Fuck my sister... fuck her till she screams... Aaahhhhh... till she's begging for you to stop... mmmpph..." Jhanvi Didi was saying, between kissing him, her fingers groping his muscles and slapping Pooja Didi's ass.
Ileana paused the clip and looked over at me, her voice low in a whisper like I had never heard before, my face draining of colour, "Vivaan... Why is there a video on your laptop of Suraj Bhaiya fucking two sisters, with you recording it?"
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