ALLY’S LUST-ADDICTED MOM / THE PHOTO SHOOT 1 – Amandablonde & Regis

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Writers: Amandablonde & Regis

Subject: ALLY’S LUST-ADDICTED MOM / THE PHOTO SHOOT 1

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Ten-year-old Ally and her single mother Clititia were at a restaurant one day when they met Ms. Amanda, a professional photographer. They struck up a conversation, and Amanda learned that the mother, a sales representative for a French Lingerie company, Naughty Nighties, wanted to have professional photos taken of her daughter, and by careful questions, learned she wanted some child boudoir photos of her daughter. One thing led to another, to another, and it wasn’t long before the little girl became a model for her pornography business.

Ally’s Lust-Addicted Mom / The Photo Shoot 1

CHAPTER ONE

As a single mother I prefer to take my ten-year-old daughter with me whenever I’m required to attend work conferences around the country. I’m a sales rep for Naughty Nities, a well-established French lingerie firm with two dozen reps in the US. I live in Sacramento, and my area is Southern California.

Because of my clientele, I adapted the name Clititia. Only they understood its true meaning. It was also a great stage name for my after-hours work, at which I made good money as an erotic dancer. I did a very special kind of pole dance, with a pole three inches thick, with a rounded head, standing up four feet from the stage, to which it was attached.

Two burly men, bouncers in the club, picked me up to mount me. I worked naked, except for my five-inch open spike heels, with my cunt greased with lubricant, and for good reason. They lowered me onto the top of the pole so that it slid up into my cunt, and when they released me and I bent my knees only slightly, I took my fill weight on my uterus.

One of the guys was called Spud Nuts, because as well as an enormous erection, he used to have testicles the size of potatoes. I say ‘used to have’ because one night after work he lost big time to gambling at a naked cuntfight casino run by the Mafia, and he couldn’t make good on his losses.

They had dragged him down to their casino, got him naked in the ring, and a Mafia soldier put his pistol to one of his huge nuts, and put a bullet through it. That wasn’t enough, so he put the gun to the other big nut and put another bullet through that one, which was the tough way of castrating him. The casino had a vet to deal with injuries to fighting cunts, and he nipped his nuts off.

We still called him Spud Nuts, but all he had under his erection was a little shrivelled flesh sack, now empty. The other guy who lifted me also had a huge cock, but regular nuts attached to it. Once they moved off the stage, I would dance around in a circle, with my cunt stuck on the stout pole.

I’d have to be lifted off again at the end, since there was no way I could lift myself high enough, even in the incredible spike heels, to get my cunt off the pole. My act was special, because stuck on the pole, I had to dance in one place, moving in circles with my impaled cunt featured.

Although Spud Nuts and the other guy had huge cocks, I never saw then fucking any girls on stage, which was pretty common in night clubs like ours. I’d heard rumors that they would do fuck shows with a small girl late at night after closing, at which the eight-year-old little cutie was fucked to death, but didn’t know that for certain.

Naughty Nighties conferences occur around the country, but because of Hollywood being a neighbor, with hundreds of small film companies that like the address, but most of them survived by producing pornography, where erotic scanty clothing is a must, my sales are top in the country.

Because of my success in sales, we often get to host the monthly get-togethers, designed to increase sales performance of the reps. This time it happened to be in L.A., and like always I tugged Ally along to accompany me on the trip. I home-school her, so taking her along is never a problem.

Usually she prefers to stay in our hotel room watching kids shows while I’m working, but this time she wanted to come along and enjoy the sun and pool at the place we were staying.

We had reached the intimate physiology part of the grade three curriculum, and on our first night at the hotel I decided to make it a show and tell. We got undressed in the hotel room and sat on the bed, while I got her to show me each of her body parts, which she did, giggling like the kid she was.

When we got to the groin, I had her touch first her little cunnie and then my adult organ, and describe to me what she saw as different. It was delightful. She actually slipped a finger, then two, and then her whole hand into my vagina, and said she couldn’t do that with hers.

She was a bright kid, and of course a virgin, as I never let my boyfriends ever get too close to her, knowing what was likely to happen if any of them did. She’d get into bed naked with us, but I only allowed them cunnie-kissing, as long as they behaved themselves with her while fucking me.

As soon as they got their mouths over her bare little vagina they became so excited they would promptly cum inside me, every time, without exception. It’s just something guys do while they’re kissing the little cuntlet of a young girl. It turned out my boyfriends were also into kids.

Every day during our stay at the hotel we enjoyed some great food and pool time after my meetings ended in the early afternoon. On one occasion, there were two women sitting next to us, and we became acquainted with them. This wasn’t that unusual, as we were always happy to chat.

It turned out that Amanda, a gorgeous sexy looking blonde in her early thirties, was a well-known professional photographer, and her associate Sue, a girl in her late teens, was one of her private assistants. As regular customers who often referred guests to the hotel, they had privileges at the pool.

It turned out they would often take advantage of this privilege when they finished work for the day at their nearby studio. I said that Ally and I had often talked about having a real professional photographer take a number of pictures of her in her youth that she could enjoy in later years.

Ally was a beautiful, precocious girl for a ten-year-old, and I had wanted a photographer to capture her beauty ever since she was seven and starting to develop a provocative appearance. As a rank amateur, the photos I had taken never did her justice. I took the usual kind of pictures in a short dress, a scanty gymnastics uniform or swim suit, but I also had a secret desire.

I thought it would be amazing to get some private boudoir shots of her pretending to be an adult, and even have the photographer take a couple of tasty but provocative nude shots of her, just because I thought that would be a lot of fun, having her show off her wonderfully developing body.

I thought it would be a waste not to include a couple of discrete shots of her immature slit of a vagina. I found her little pussy very attractive, and knew it would look good in the right photographs. These images would have to be taken by a female professional photographer. Ally wasn’t so sure.

Wouldn’t it be special to get some professional photos of my lovely little child wearing false eyelashes, lots of makeup and only some tiny see-through lingerie, lounging on top of a luxurious queen-size bed with a lush comforter. I just didn’t have the talent to get the images I imagined so vividly.

To make the session really memorable, we should even get some tasteful nude pictures of her, not obscene, of course, but with everything showing. She was developing such a beautiful body, and had innocently learned some highly erotic moves at her gymnastic classes.

I was sure it would go very well, but didn’t push the idea. I had never mentioned my secret desire to her, because I knew for certain she would be reluctant. I was sure she would be embarrassed if someone else saw her slender naked body, with her little pubic mound exposed in the photos, even if they were tasteful, highly discrete and totally private shots.

As her mother I was used to seeing her wonderfully sexy body developing, every year since she was six looking more attractive, but I never made an issue of it. I also didn’t interrupt when she struck provocative poses naked in front of her mirror, standing up on her tiptoes, looking so daringly erotic in her innocence.

Sometimes we were both naked in the evening at home, watching TV and cuddling on the couch, but she was usually a very private girl, curious but never overt with her interest in sex. I was certain Ally would never allow herself to be photographed by a total stranger with see-through clothes, or what in my opinon would be better, completely naked.

As I visited with the women at the next table, Ally came out of the pool to join us, and upon seeing her in her tiny wet bikini, Amanda remarked that she was quite a lovely girl, and indeed she was. The tiny bottom of her dripping suit grasped the slit puff of her pubic mound, displaying a prominent slit, and the water dripping through it made it appear she was peeing.

The bikini bottom had a deep crease in the fold where it crossed her pubic mound, commonly called a cameltoe. Amanda’s eyes were momentarily glued to it, which didn’t surprise me. After all, she was a photographer, always on the lookout for the unusual to photograph. This was unusual but under the circumstances marginally acceptable.

Ally was very attractive for a girl of ten, with a pixy face and the finely-toned body of a gymnast, a perfect example of a young model. In fact, she loved her gymnastics classes. I liked her to take them, because like ballet, it gave her poise, and contributed to her general fitness and confidence.

It also meant she had to appear in costumes designed primarily to reveal rather than conceal the beauty of the young wearer’s body, with only a narrow strip of thin material covering the center of her groin. Thank goodness Ally love her ballet and gymnastics classes, so I got to enjoy her sensuality without her being aware of my liking the little girl whose beginning had been from my loins.

She had lovely tiny bumps on her chest that were mostly her sensitive nipples, a flat and skinny tummy with six-pack abs developed by regular rigorous exercise, and long beautiful tapered legs with shapely ankles. I especially liked her round bottom, and never tired of caressing and feeling its soft shape when we were alone and naked together.

I was concerned that soon she would start to become a teen, and with it lose her youthful charm. I was certain she would grow out of liking the physical contact I so enjoyed with my naked daughter. It was a fleeting thing, to be enjoyed while it was possible, without her objection.

I asked Amanda what type of photography she did, and she said mostly fashion. She told me she shot almost exclusively women and children, and she did models in all manner of attire, including dresses, sports clothes and lingerie, for boudoir sessions, and even tasteful nudes, all depending on what the various magazine editors wanted or stipulated, or her private clients asked for.

She said in her early years while they were still a leading men’s magazine, she had done some nude sessions for playboy, which included some additional intercourse images, done by request for the owner’s private collection. She appeared to blush when she said she had also done much more than that.

She told me that, in addition to the gorgeous young ladies she photographed copulating with highly-developed studs, she had photographed some of the highly regarded and well-known Playboy bunnies and amazingly built female models engaged in unusual inter-species sex.

She had even, she confessed, done special assignments for the highly guarded Girlie-Pose, a slick New York underground monthly publication depicting children, featuring erotic nude poses of girls Ally’s age. She winked as she said although not entirely legal, to say the least, it paid very well, and when it came right down to it, everything was about money, wasn’t it.

Amanda reminded me that capturing erotic sex images was quite simple with the right models, and although enjoyable, that kind of work was all in the past, taken during a time when she had been struggling to develop clients for her photography career. Now she was so busy she had to literally fight clients off.

By this time Ally was attentively listening to our conversation, her ears perking up with the mention of sex. After she’d had a good look at Ally, I asked Amanda if she could do some professional photos of my daughter. Amanda hesitated, and then said she might be able to work her into her schedule, so I asked how much it would cost.

She quoted ten thousand dollars for a session, far beyond my price range, which was disappointing, as what she was asking was understandable, but well outside my budget. She was, I assumed, one of the top Los Angeles photographers, and had earned the right to charge those very high prices for her services.

I watched as Amanda appraised Ally again, her eyes noticeably returning to the prominent cameltoe in her groin that had not diminished as the clinging fabric partially dried. Amanda then surprised me when she changed her mind and said she could do it if we signed off on all of the pictures.

The gorgeous photographer winked as she said it was possible that she might interest one of her special kiddie-pic publishers in using a more daring photo or two, if we had a few that bordered on the risqué. At first, I thought she might mean by that some kind of child pornography of something similar, but realized that was absurd.

Whatever would make me think a thing like that? This woman was a real professional in the photography business, with a well-established reputation. Of course, she might know of publishers who would be so unscrupulous they would print photos of naked little girls, I was sure a true professional like her would never do business with them.

I was careful to not make a big show of it, but knowing she was interested in Ally, I was very enthusiastic, and I asked Ally if she would like to pose for Amanda. Ally was at first reluctant and shy at my suggestion, but when I persisted, telling her big producers might discover her once she was published, she finally agreed.

Amanda said that she could do some shots late the next evening after her regular schedule was completed, if Ally was permitted to stay up late for something so special. She added that she did not supply clothing for the shoot, and suggested we look over the clothes and lingerie that Ally had at home.

Knowing children do not have lingerie in their closets, Amanda suggested we could perhaps shop for additional items. She said I should consider things that were somewhat revealing, either tight, or maybe extra loose. Those always allowed naughty peeks at what otherwise would be discretely covered.

When Ally heard this, she protested about the lingerie, expecting I might pick things that were too skimpy, but I said I would love to have some tasteful shots of her in some lovely clothes for women, even if it makes her a bit embarrassed. Amanda said she would look good in some lacy and shear lingerie, and maybe without.

She also suggested both tiny tight panties and also some that were much too large for her, perhaps some of mine. That sounded like we were both on the same page. We parted and agreed to meet at Amanda’s studio the next evening at nine-thirty. She suggested we eat first, as the photo session could run for several hours.
That night we looked over Ally’s clothes, some of my lingerie, picked out a few interesting pieces, and decided to shop in the morning. Amanda had mentioned a great place to find what we were looking for, and it turned out to be perfect. Most of the products it carried were for little girls, and I was surprised to see they catered with lingerie for girls as young as five.

The company I worked for, Naughty Nighties, had nothing in these sizes. I’d have to recommend we make some additions. With the tiny tots they were providing micro garments for, there were things about today’s society I had yet to fully comprehend, but it would be wise for our company to get ahead of the curve.

We purchased a couple of small thin dresses for Ally, short skirts and blouses, and of course some very attractive lingerie, with lots to choose from in Ally’s size. We also bought sheer slips, tiny bras, camisoles, sheer lacy panties, both regular, lace and open legged in pink, beige and white, I chose for her an open crotch pair, just to be quite naughty.

In addition to those, I bought for her some erotic sheer stockings her size and also child-sized garter belts. I also found a beautiful red pair of small sized adult-style spike heels she could wear. They had 3.5-inch heels, which in her size was the equivalent of 5-inch heels.

She looked amazing in those spikes, nylons and garter belt with her shapely legs. When I had her put them on before the panties she protested again about the photo shoot and people seeing more of her than she liked. I reminded her that she didn’t mind wearing her bikini at the beach.

I knew better than to mention her skimpy gymnast’s outfits she happily wore to perform in front of an audience, which at best, in the modern style, was quite immodest form-fitting and high-cut attire. In those her puffy cameltoe was prominent for all to admire, and at the competitions I regularly saw people’s eyes glued to her barely hidden sex organ.

She always seemed to be comfortable in a bathing suit, which everybody wore in public. I told her she would be glad when she grew up to have the photos we would get, both to enjoy herself and to share with her family, as she is only ten years old once, and I reassured her again that she would make a great child model with her wonderful fit body.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE