ALLY’S LUST-ADDICTED MOM / THE PHOTO SHOOT 8 by Amandablonde & Regis

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Writers: Amandablonde & Regis

Subject: ALLY’S LUST-ADDICTED MOM / THE PHOTO SHOOT 8

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 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

The fight between the naked teenage girls in sexy spike heels resumed, with hair pulling, head butting, punching, kneeing and scratching as brutal as ever. Watching their naked struggle, Ally was frightened by the violence and was once more whimpering. She now knew the limits of trusting me.

My ten-year-old child knew her mother was a slave to her carnal lust. She was certain I loved sex and sexual violence more than I loved her. Shiny with the baby oil and her naked body smeared with cum, with more semen leaking from her stretched and swollen rectum and cunt, I beamed with pride as my naked little girl looked like a totally sexual being.

On impulse I turned to Amanda. “Could we come back and do this again sometime maybe? I mean I really loved it, you’re a fabulous director, the two girls knew exactly what to do and how to get the best from her, and the young men with those gorgeous penises were both great professional studs.

“Although they hurt her a bit, it was all in the interest of conducting for you a very productive photo session, capturing the things you needed. I’m happy we’ve been able to get some great pictures and video of Ally’s introduction to the amazing scale of sexual activity you showed her.

“I can’t believe you accomplished so much, and got so many amazing photos, with your skilled young crew and those fabulous studs. We’ll have your photos and videos to keep, as well, of course, for your own clients, fans of mischievous nymphs, to enjoy in the privacy of their homes.

“Although she cried a bit, I think that deep down Ally liked all of the attention, as well As all of the intimate engagement with those fabulous penises the men sported. She was having a great time frolicking naked with them, and taking in loads of their spurting cum. I watched her cum herself several times, after all.”

Amanda smiled her beautiful, assuring warm smile and nodded. “Sure thing. Now that she’s proven herself, we could get some more great photos and videos. She is a wonderful young model, the kind with a lot of range, from sultry to terrified, lots of great looks, the type of sexy little girl I like to photograph.

“She might even have what it takes to be in a movie, a feature sex film of her own, performing to display to the audience her amazing sexuality. What she achieved while being double raped is quite impressive for a girl her age. We both discovered tonight she’s a totally lusting little cunt, which is great for our business.”

Then she seemed to change the subject. “How do you feel about animals?” What a curious question. I had a sense of where this might be leading, and felt a fresh stirring in my loins. What had begun as an innocent photo shoot of my darling daughter had turned into a debauched bacchanal, and now it was clear there was much more to come.

I replied with a knowing smile of my own, “Oh, we both love animals, don’t we Ally? They can be so affectionate and cuddly, especially those that like people.” My daughter nodded, looking uncertain. She did not really understand the context, but if this was going where I was now certain it would, having a better assessment of the pornographer Amanda, she would soon learn.

Amanda was still shooting video of the two naked teen girls, still cuntfighting for the insatiable cameras. “Good shot!” Amanda shouted at one as she kicked the other hard in the cunt with the toe of her she. This seemed to be their favorite move. The girl took an equally hard kick to her cunt, and it rocked her so hard she lost her footing and crashed to the floor.

“Aren’t they having a great time!” my new photographer friend said to us. “I got these two from an orphanage when they were eleven, and they were already sporting great sets of titties. I’ve had them trained to be competent videographers, and also quite nasty cuntfighters too. We can always use both around here.”

“That’s handy, I guess,” I said, sounding uninformed. I had seen that all of her employees had more than one skill, and did what was needed on the set, whether it was with makeup, costumes, or those two young men with the amazing penises aggressively fucking my child.

“I have a ranch in New Mexico where I also have a complete movie studio. I think you and Ally might enjoy spending some time there with us, maybe in a couple of months, where we have total privacy, and a highly skilled staff of very understanding men and women who produce excellent results every time.

“We’d need some time to make a plan for a script. In two months we could shoot an entire movie, with Ally as the star! I have other workers as well, and some wonderfully endowed young studs, with marvelous equipment between their powerful legs. Would that interest you?”

“I’m sure we would,” I said, believing that was true for us both. I’d never been to New Mexico, because it lacked population density, which was critical for sales, and in fact as I thought of it, Ally and I had never taken a holiday together, just trips to sales meetings. Those didn’t count for anything, from Ally’s point of view.

It would be amazing to be with my creative photographer friend Amanda again, and see Ally get it on with men again, once more being subjected to some and participating in, with and without her consent, violent sex. That was the entire point of the exercise, from my point of view.

From what I had seen, my charming young daughter had really got off on being sexually abused by a pair of professional kiddie-rapists. I could never have guessed that my sweet little daughter could ever have entertained those magnificent cocks with such screaming innocence, and produce such great images.

“It would be helpful,” I said, “If we had some notice, so we can arrange our affairs, and I can get someone to replace me at my job for the time we’re away. It’s very generous of you to invite us to your private retreat and movie studio. I don’t know New Mexico that well, can we drive?”

“Of course you can,” she replied, “I’ll send directions. Your GPS will take you right to my ranch, with no trouble in finding it. You’ll find it quite scenic, and a pleasant drive. It should take two days if you take your time. I’m sure Ally will love it! You will have fun if you explore along the way.”

My sweet little girl Ally was very smart for her age, and now had gained lots of new sexual experience with both women and men during this long and very productive erotic evening. My beautiful child, at ten years of age, in every regard being a woman, would continue to learn a lot about sex, and remarkably quickly!

I was surprised to see it was already after 3:00 AM. We finished getting into our clothes, and Amanda, who is such a sweet lovely woman, picked up Ally and gave her a hug and kiss. A French kiss, with a deep tonguing. I was surprised, but then noticed her hand had gone under Ally’s skirt to find her moist warm quim.

I knew what her fingers were doing, but supposed she had earned the right by giving me more than I had expected. My child was getting her first finger-fuck from a woman, her sexual mentor. I would ensure her little cuntlet would no longer be a stranger to probing fingers, mine.

Amanda, licking her fingers clean of my child’s pussy juices and Karl’s semen, promised we would have a complete set of photos and videos delivered to our home within the week. We quickly said our good-byes and headed off to catch a cab home. We would not be up early in the morning.

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It was more than two months later that I finally received a note in the mail that was an invitation. I guess the personal invitation was inevitable, based on how things had turned at our first photo shoot, and the fact I had requested a second.  She had, as she’d said, taken time to think about how we would proceed this time.

The photos and DVDs Amanda had sent to us soon after that first shoot were incredible. A week after I received them, I got a note from her that she had sold everything to three different magazines that wanted more, Stark Naked, Growing Pussy and Kiddiecunt magazines, all obviously sold on the black market.

Amanda said they were all so impressed with her active little body that none cared if others carried the same images. She promised me we could go for more if Ally was up to it, particularly with shots of men’s raging penises thrusting into her mouth, anus and her vagina, and she was sure my daughter would agree.

Having started down this path under the guidance of the cunning pornographer Amanda, I knew there was no turning back. My dreams had come true, and now my darling little girl was in demand, with major child magazines wanting more of her photos as she was engaging in blatant sexual activities.

While awaiting Amanda’s invitation, not wanting for Ally to forget what she had learned about sex while we waited, I went to an upscale bar at a five-star hotel I had frequented in the past. I had found some one-night-stand boyfriends who gave me gifts of cash for a intimate evening, at which Ally’s little cunt got kissed as I was deeply fucked.

Selecting who I spoke to carefully, I convinced some of the male customers I had some natural sport they might enjoy, “in which we could allow nature would take its intercourse.” They were all interested, but somehow had the idea I was a hooker. As an exotic dancer, I thought it prudent to maintain sexual activity, and graciously accepted generous cash gifts for intimacy with me.

When I let them know I wanted to introduce them and allow them to get to know my ten-year-old daughter, who sometimes enjoyed a cuddle with men, I gained their immediate interest. Having seen Karl and Steve at work, I expected that men all had an interest in experiencing sexual intimacy with little girls, and the men I met in the hotel’s lounge proved me right.

Ally was surprised the first time I brought a man home, but when I put him with her in her room, left them alone and closed the door, I quickly learned she was as well-educated as I had hoped. I had placed a pair of hidden high quality video cameras in Ally’s room, just to ensure her safety.

I watched how things developed from my room on the two large monitors attached to my desk-top computer. At least twice a week she got to gain new sexual experiences with different men, men with differing sexual tastes, and in the process, we managed to make some additional income at the same time.

I was careful to choose only wealthy men, and through their generous cash gifts we did quite well. When I learned the value men gave to having private time with a little girl, I recommended and was able to get three hundred-fifty dollars with each visit. That came to more than thirty-five hundred dollars a month in gifts of untraceable cash.

Had I instead decided to prostitute my little girl ,and have several men come by each night, we could have made a very good living, by providing her new experiences in the ways of sex and of sexually pleasing men. Of course, had I done that, she’d have been nothing but a filthy little whore, and my daughter was much better than that.

By keeping it to just a few men each week, with their generous cash gifts rather than fees, I allowed my charming daughter Ally to develop deeper relationships with her new friends, and if one stepped out of line, as a few of them did, he was not invited back. I always watched closely via my hidden cameras, recorded every visit, and let them know that.

As a further source of revenue, I opened on the darknet a pay site where I posted the videos, available only to subscribers residing in Arab countries and in the Far East, where such websites were common, and there was a well-developed taste for the sexual use and abuse of little girls, particularly white kids.

The customers in those countries preferred to see the sexual abuse of girls, with rough sex, and Ally played the role perfectly. She knew we were recording the sessions, and did her best to play for the hidden cameras. Ally always performed on top of the bed, so covers were never a concealing factor.

The website did so well that within a few weeks I was able to pay off the mortgage on our house, and purchase an expensive top end new car. I also hired a tutor to take care of Ally’s home schooling, freeing me up to spend more time maintaining our revenue-producing website.

After a couple of months Amanda’s invitation arrived, asking me to bring Ally down to New Mexico to the film studio she operated, so that she and her crew could make Ally a star, in a full feature child pornography rape movie.  I could hardly wait to watch my little girl romping naked on set with another team of professional child sex-abusers!

Having seen some of what they were capable of doing, I did fear for my little girl a bit, but this was a unique chance for my little Ally to make a difference by starring in planned rough sex videos. She would have to take her knocks, but trusted Amanada, and that was pretty much what life was about anyway, I rationalized.

Amanda had shown me that the photography sessions under her guidance were quite safe, if a bit shocking, and she had also successfully, and it seems irreversibly, turned me to the dark side. I wanted this for my dear little girl, and the promise of a starring role in a real movie, even of that type, proved to be too tempting for both of us.

By this time, I could not turn away even if I wanted to.  And I knew I didn’t want to.  The truth was I became highly sexually aroused when I was able to see Ally being sexually used and abused.  It was a quirk of mine I’d just discovered. I was certain it was quite common, as so many mothers openly permitted their little girls to get deeply involved it the highly stimulating sport.

I wanted to see my lovely, vulnerable Ally get violently raped by adult men again.  Most of all I wanted to witness the sexual exploitation of my little girl filmed so that people all around the world could get off to it.  I wanted them all carried into orgasm, corrupted just like I had been.

What I wanted was for my cute little girl Ally to inspire others, men with raging hormones, to rape little girls just like her.  I wanted to start a child rape epidemic, and to be responsible for it! It would do my heart good to have child rapes lead the headlines, and to know that Ally and I had a lot to do in creating the problem.

Most of all I hoped for a world-wide phenomenon of child rape, making the streets unsafe for sexy little girls to romp and play in short skirts or short shorts, their little cunts not far out of reach, fearing they might be ferociously raped, severely beaten and, in the best case, perhaps even killed, just for the sexual excitement of it. God, that would be so exciting!

We packed the car, I told Ally that we were on our way to visit our photographer friend Amanda, and we set off for the long drive to New Mexico.  I was excited.  My pussy was creaming at the thought of what was to come.  I made a special fuss over Ally so that she felt very special and the center of attention, which she truly would be.

The six-hundred-mile drive took a couple of long days on the road, but we finally arrived in the tiny village of Animas, New Mexico, with a population of eighty-four, quite near the Mexican border. I had asked about Amanda and her place, and got clear directions to her ranch, near Animas Peak.

When I checked the map, I was pleased to see it was virtually surrounded by a nature reserve. It would be hard to imagine a more isolated spot. It would be perfectly safe to stage any kind of sexually violent activity we wanted to engage in, without concern for anyone stumbling across our secret.

We made it without difficulty, thanks to my phone’s GPS, and surprising myself, without getting lost. Once we headed out of town on the right road, we could not go astray because there was only one road. The blacktop ended about thirty miles out of town and after that it was all gravel. It proved to be a long and dusty drive, with almost no traffic, just the odd farm pickup truck.

We at last came, as instructed, to a gate that bore a hand lettered sign: “MacDonald Ranch. Keep out!” Below that were the words “Private Property! Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law!” It was clear that Amanda did not encourage any unexpected visitors. A third sign read “We shoot every third salesman. The second one just left.”

There was also a video camera mounted high on a electrical power post. My guess was that it was either monitored full time or was set to trigger an alarm when there was activity near the gate. Amanda was very thorough in whatever she did, and she would not allow trespassers to interrupt her fun.

We had our invitation in hand and were expected, so I drove through the gate and followed the winding dirt track over a ridge, where at last we saw the ranch house, built in a log cabin style. I pulled up outside the front. There was no sign of life so I got out and called out. There was no response. It seemed like the place was deserted.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT