"Modeling" #2 (voy, Asian)

[storysman]

Section #2
Modleing, By Stor...@aol.com

He had apologized to Huni, but still held his fear. He told her she was
so beautiful, and that other guys had to think so, too. And that guys
wanted to have sex with her. He nearly got himself in trouble with that
when she asked if he felt that way. David said yes, he did want to make
love to her. But he would wait until she was ready. Huni assured him
nothing was going on. She was doing it for some extra cash. Still, David
was uneasy.

When David had to work next, the second session was arranged. As
expected, of course. Frank would have no part of David coming to the
studio.

I couldn’t believe how entrenched I was becoming in this. Frank had
come to me, asking me to get some of my girlfriend’s skirts. Or, he
suggested, I could buy her wardrobe specifically. It didn’t have to fir
perfectly, just well enough for the pictures.

What was I doing? Why was I not only giving Frank the twenty-five
dollars to pay Huni but also forking over my credit card to pay for five
skirts? I couldn’t believe it, but couldn’t resist it. I had complete
control over what she would wear. I wanted to start her off slow. The
first three were similar business-type mini-skirts. The fourth, and I
hoped she would wear this, was black leather. The fifth, and I really
doubted she would wear this, was hot pink spandex. It would barely cover
her crotch. But just imagining her in it was enough to convince me to
chance it.

Frank seemed please with my selection. “These pictures will be fucking
hot!” he joyously exclaimed.

“Just one condition.” I asked. “Please, please, ask her to change her
top too.”

“Ah, a bra-and-panties man? No problem, my friend. No problem.”

I watched the tape of Huni for hours when I was at home. I played it,
re-wound it, and played it again. I knew I was in trouble. I preferred
watching Huni take of her top and expose her breasts in a bra to calling
up my girlfriend an fucking her. I preferred watching a tape of this
Chinese girl and masturbating to actually having intercourse with
another woman. And I knew it would get worse. Tomorrow, I would have her
in panties.

She came in shorts again, with a simple, blue shirt. I watched from
around the wall as Frank gave her a quick hug. She didn’t seem to mind
it, and he pointed her to the dressing room. “I have them in order.” he
said. “Take the top one first. And oh, put on that red blouse from the
other day.”

Huni came into the room. I had learned the dark corridor by now, and
had no trouble making it back in time. Huni stepped over to the table
Frank has set up, and found the stack of skirts. She plucked the first
one off and held it to her waist. She came to the mirror, possibly just
to see how she looked, and possible to see how much leg it would show.
But she was in shorts, so she was already comfortable showing leg. She
went back to the table, and leafed through the remaining skirts. She
froze. And I knew why.

Huni lifted the hot-pink miniskirt from the pile. She eyed it against
the light, noting how short it was. She looked around, from nervousness
and not from the fear someone would see her. I could imagine her
thoughts. Dare she put on something so sexy? Her shorts were short, but
this... this was almost slutty.

She stepped over to the glass, and held it to her waist. Then, without
hesitation and catching me completely by surprise, she dropped her
shorts. That quickly, she was in panties. That quickly, I was seeing her
in a thin pair of small, white panties.

I dropped to my knees. I scooted up to the glass as she pulled the
skirt up her legs. It was still so tight on her. So tight on that
incredibly thin waist. Huni twisted a few times in the mirror, checking
herself out. And then, oh and then, she placed her hand between her
legs. She felt herself. She was testing the length of the skirt, and how
much room for error she had before she would expose her pussy. There
wasn’t much. She leaned back, and her the tip of her panties came into
view. She bent over as she watched her reflection, again letting those
panties spring into view.

I realized my tongue was out. I was pressed against the glass, only a
foot or so from her, desperately wanting to life my tongue up that skirt
and feel her underwear upon it. I wanted to taste her, lick her,
stimulate her. But this damn glass was in the way.

Huni did me another treat and pulled down the skirt. And then, glory to
God, she took off her shirt. I took but a moment to make sure the camera
was till running, that it was catching the beauty of my life naked,
except for that bra and those panties. She went or the first skirt, and
re-dressed herself. I had to wait a moment before going to watch. I
could barely move...

Frank was stepping up his game. After he shot, he complimented her on
her look, and gave her arm a squeeze. I was in absolute awe of her. Each
pose, each smile, each position seemed sexier and more beautiful than
the last. Frank snapped pictures at a torrid pace, evidently venting his
frustrations for her through the clicking of his finger. Before long,
Huni was ready for her next change.

I was absolute adrenaline as I stood in that dark hall, watching the
empty mirror. I felt my lust as its own being inside me, nearly bursting
through my skin when Huni appeared in the dressing room. How casually
she unbuttoned her blouse. How wonderfully she stared blankly at the
wall as her hands exposed more and more of her bra-covered chest. I
could watch that girl undress herself forever. The simple change from a
skirt and top to bra and panties was alluring, captivating and
satisfying. Oh God, the gentle brush of her hair falling across those
round, tender breasts held so eloquently in those fragile cups. The
ripples that formed in the satin panties as her body moved. Ohh, the
complete, agonizing wonder of seeing her slip a few fingers under the
strap, pulling it off her body to adjust the press of those panties
against her flesh. Each one of her movements captured sexuality at its
purest. I loved everything she did, and longed for everything she
suggested.

And what sight could be more ultimate, more essential, than of her
thin, Asian, dark-skinned body leaning over while facing me? Those
wonderful, precious breasts drooping in those lacy cups and forming a
long cleavage wedged between two firm, tear-drop shaped breasts. And
when facing the other way... the taut, triangular shape of those satin
panties suggesting the round shape of her hips and buttocks. And that
tender, pink, smooth pussy delicately underneath.

Yet each sight made me want more. Each undress was majesty in itself,
but offered the promise of more. In stages I had seen her legs, her bra
through her shirt, then her bra, and now her panties. Now it was simple.
I had to see her nude. I had to see her breasts, her nipples, and her
cunt. I had to see her ass, and the wonderful way her nude body jiggle
as jostled as she moved. Frank had already planned this, probably, but
now I knew what had to be done. She could model tops and skirts no
longer. She couldn’t model shorts and she couldn’t model pants. She had
to model bras. And she had to model panties. Then... then... she would
be nude. Was it possible? Could it happen. Could I see her body, fully
and completely naked?

I hoped it could happen, but feared what I would want next if it did.

Frank asked Huni out for dinner after the shoot. It was the least he
could do, he said, to repay her for her help. She was quick to say yes
with an innocence and ignorance that made her all the sweeter. I had
almost forgot his plan. While I was scheming to see her undress, he was
scheming to fuck her. I wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to suck
them. I wanted to see her pussy, he wanted to fuck it. I was starting to
feel jealous. A part of me wanted to leap out and expose him. But I
waited for Huni to change back to her original clothes. I called him
over, almost frightened.

“Is it.. is it tonight?” I asked. Somehow, I wondered if he already
knew the magic button. The thing to say or the thing to do that would
seduce her.

“No. Not tonight. But soon! Real soon, I’m going to be ripping that
virgin cunt! I can’t wait!”

I watched as Huni came out of the room, and let him put his arm around
her. He led her outside, to his car. But to me, he was leading her to
his bed. One thing in particular made me feel this way.

Huni was in hot-pink spandex.

I didn’t need to be there to know what happened that night. Most of it,
I could have guessed. But Frank was happy to fill me in on the specific
details. Frank took her to a restaurant, but ordered carry-out. They
went to the park, where he spread out a blanket and arranged the food.
They sat on the ground, where Huni couldn’t hide the view up her skirt.
She didn’t seem to notice, or at least mind, that Frank could see
between her legs. He praised her, complimented her. Told her how
wonderful she was in front of the camera. And then really set his trap.

What girl doesn’t want to be beautiful? And what girl doesn’t want to
be recognized as beautiful? Frank told her of his belief she was
destined to be a model. He said the shots that he had of her so far were
incredible, and that an agent he knew was interested. Huni blushed and
glowed with the news. She easily drank his promises of money and
possible fame. She drank of his praise as easily as she drank the
champagne he had brought. What did she have to do, she asked. What would
it take.

Frank was sly. He was cautious. He cleverly turned his own wants into
those of another. The agent was interested he said, but wanted some
special shots. Some shots of her in lingerie. Frank told me how her eyes
fell, and how she became a little nervous. He continued to explain that
it was up to her, and that he wouldn’t push her to do anything she
didn’t want to. She might still get to be a model, it would just be more
difficult.

Huni could have resisted if she had some help. If she had someone to
warn her of what was happening. She at least mustered the comment,
“David wouldn’t like that.” but was countered by Frank with, “Don’t tell
him. Once you’re a success, then I’m sure he’ll love it!” She then
wondered where such pictures would have to be taken, and how many people
would be there. “We can take them at my place.” Frank said. “Only I will
be there.” And the trust he had built was enough. Huni said yes.

I was in motion again, now to buy lingerie. Frank had bettered my plan.
Instead of bra and panties, I could see Huni in any outfit I wanted.
Outfits taht would require complete disrobing. Outfits that would bare
her body to me, completely naked an glorious. And when the outfit went
on, she would be, perhaps, even more exciting. And to top if off, Frank
added a set. Instead of simpe, backdrops, he brought his bed from home.
It as a full-sized bed, covered in a red satiny sheet and purple
pillows. This is where Huni would be. This, was where she would model.

I don’t know how clearly I describe the feeling and arousal of seeing
Huni strip down to her bra and panties, knowing she wasn’t done. She was
so nervous to out on the black teddy I had bought for her. She looked so
fragile through the glass. So timid. If only she knew I was there! But
then she wouldn’t have continued. The bra came unclasped. So easily, so
without worry. She opened it and slid it off in so quick a motion.

I saw her breasts. Her wonderful, Chinese breasts with her tiny brown
nipples and dark flesh. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears in my
eyes as I witnessed so pure a sight of beauty. And ahe wasn’t done! A
smooth, quick motion brought thos epanties down. Her breasts jiggled.
her foot stumbled. Her thin, dark bush sprung into view.

Huni discared her undergarments and stood completely bare, completely
vulnerable for a time that my mind now used to define eternity. She
looked at herslf, as if her own eyes had to witness the absolute
stunning body that stretech beneath them.

These sessions I had to watch. Each moemnt my eyes were off her,I could
feel my life slip away. I was addicted to the sight of her. Enchanted by
the presence of her. And aroused by the position of her.

Frank started her off with the same basic poses she had grown to know.
Again, she became comfortable and at ease. Again, Frank moved to the
next step of his plan. For the first time, he had music in the
background. It was classical. It wasn’t loud, but easily heard.

“Huni, I think these shots are coming out well, but, if you’re willing,
I’d like to try something different.”

“Ok. What is it?”

“Well, lingerie photos require the woman to be more... sexy... if you
will. To look like she’s in the mood.”

“Oh.” The words brought fear t her again. The fear of acting sexy, or
the fear of NOT KNOWING HOW to act sexy I wasn’t sure.

“Don’t get me wrong, I think you look very sexy. But you look so nice.
So pure. I want you look like...” Frank looked to be searching for
words.

“Like what?” Huni asked.

“Like... you’re about to make love.”

Huni froze.”You mean have sex?’

“Yes.”

“I don’t know... I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I’ll help you.”

Frank walked over to Huni. He took her hand, and gently brought it to
her chest. “Like this...” Huni started blankly as Frank moved her own
fingers up and down her cleavage.

“Look at the camera...” he was again so smooth. So casual.

Huni looked at the camera.

“Imagine it’s the perfect man. The man of your dreams, right here in
front of you. He is yours, and you are his. Huni opened her lips. “You
can feel him -- through your own touch. It’s his hand touching you. His
fingers touching you. Like this...”

Frank took her hands, and slid them down and over her body. Huni
watched as she felt he rown plams caress her hips, her thighs, and her
legs.

I had to sit down. It was incredible.

Frank stepped back, and again worked the camera. “Just like that, Huni.
Just like that.”

She continued the actions he taught her. She moved her hands down her
arms, and up her legs.

“Move, Huni, move. Move with the music, move with his touch...”

Huni move don the bed. She seemed in a slow dance with herself.
Touching herself, feleing herself. Her hands moved across her body, even
across her breasts. He rfce smiled enticingly, and warmly.

The procedure lasted for several more inredible outfits. Frank
encouraged her to play with the clothes, opening up her chest, hiking
the silk up her legs. Bending over, flashing pnties underneath. With
each new step, with each new outfit and move, Huni seemd to seduce
herself. In the time I had know her, I could never picture her aroused.
Now I could, and I could barely control myself.

The fourth session ended. It was the last outfit. Huni sat on the bed
as Frank appeared to gather his gear. He was close to her, very close.
He said something that I couldn’t hear. Then, he aid it louder, this
time I did hear.

“Huni...”

“Yes?” her voice sounded weak, almost exasperated.

Frank leaned in lose to her, still looking at the camera. “I want to do
a nude.”

Huni caught her breath. She froze with absolute rigidness.

Frank noticed she didn’t reply. He turned to her, and took her hands
into his. “Huni, I know it’s a big step. I know it’s asking a lot.”

“Frank, I can’t. I can’t!”

“Huni...” his voice was soothing, reassuring. “My contact really likes
you. He thinks you have so much potential. But he has a lot of girls ot
choose from, most of whom pose nude. I hate to tell you this, but I
think you’ll get left behind.”

“Frank, I don’t want to. I really don’t want to.”

He stroked her hair. “Huni, do you trust me?”

“She squeaked out a “Yes.”

He kissed her forhead. “Then beleive me. If my contact likes what he
sees, he says you’re in. And I have a feeling, as I’m sure you do, that
he is going to REALLY like what he sees.”

“But Frank. I’ve -- I’ve never been naked in front of someone, neevr in
front of a man.”

“Not even David?” he knew the answer. He was playing ignorant.

“No. David and I... we don’t have sex. I’m a traditional girl.”

“Ok, Huni. I don’t want to force it on you.”

“Will you be mad?”

“No. Just disappointed for you. Your’e a really beautiful girl, Huni.
Really beautiful. You could be as famous as any model around. Consider
this, though, Huni. You really seem to like modeling. I think it helps
you discover who you are. And I think you like what you’ve found,
despite any conflicts with your traditions. People have different points
of view, Huni, that doesn’t make this wrong. It doesn’t make posing nude
wrong.”

Huni stood silently. Frank rubbed her shoulders. “I just... would feel
so...”

“Exposed? Open? vulnerable? I tell you what. If it will help. I’ll take
off my clothes, too.”

“But I’m the one in the picture!”

“How’s this. I’ll get in the picture with you. My contact won’t mind.
We’ll use the camera timer.”

Frank took off his shirt. “See? it’s ok. You don’t have to be afraid.”
He reached for her bra, Huni stepped back

“Just try this. You don’t have to take off all your clothes. Just your
bra. That might be enough for my client. If not, then you can decide if
you want to pose compeltely nude or not.”

Huni still didn’t respond. Frank stepped to her, and placed his hand on
her bra, on the clasp. Huni didn’t speak, but she didn’t move, either.
“Take off the bra...” he whispered soothingly. He turned his fingers,
and the clasp came undone. Frank peeled back the right cup, then the
left. Huni was bare-breasted.

“You are so beautiful.” He said.

Huni stood nervously as Frank peeled the starp down her left shoulder.
She looked down at her own, exposed breasts. It wasn’t so bad, she
seemed to think. The fullness of her breasts were exposed. Her circular,
brown nipples were visible. It’s not like she hadn’t been naked before.
Just never in front of someone.

Huni let down the right strap, and Frank took the bra from her. I
couldn’t see from my position, but I was sure her breasts were covered
in goosebumps. Frank stepepd to the camera, and set the timer. Huni
folded her arms across her nipples, as if she didn’t want to be exposed
for anything but the click of the camera. Frank stepped back to her, as
bare-chested as she was. He took her arms down, then put his across her
shoulder. The camera clicked.

“There, that wasn’t so bad. Now wait, it will go again.” A moment
passed, then a second click. She looked stiif at first, toally uneasy.
But slowly Frank coached her and comforted her. Slowly she began to
smile, and resumed posing. She lifted her head, she leaned over, she
reste don the bed sideways. Frank was gone from the pictures, but she
didn’t care. She obeyed him, and performed for him. Each clicked built
her confidence and comfort.

“Look sexy.” He said. “Like you were doing before...”

Huni melted me with her faces, her looks and her smiles. She was
exquiste. Bare-chested and innocent, sexy and wonderful.

“Touch them. “Frank said. “Play with them.”

She responded. She squeezed and pulled them. Petted themand massaged
them. I didn’t know how Frank could take it. He was right in front of
her. No glass. No barriers. I could see her eyes. She was aroused. As
much as she might try to deny it, she was bringling pleasure to her
body. All her pent-up little girl urges were starting to break through.
I wondered how long before the panties came off. And, how long until
Frank would win. I knew now he was going to. He was going to fuck Huni.

Frank took the camera in hand, placing it right against her nipple. A
click whirred. “How’s my little model like that shot?’ he asked. He
took another against her breast, and then another. He moved the camera
across her body, Huni giggled as the cold lens pressed against her bare
flesh. “Quit it!” she cried. But because it tickled, not because it
offended. Frank moved it between her legs. Huni shrieked as it pushed
against her cunt. Instantly, her legs closed, breaking the camera from
Frank’s grasp.

She sat up on her knees, triumphant in her smile. The camera was buried
between her tightly pressed legs. “What are you going to do now?” she
asked as she locked her hands over panties.

Frank was at no loss for creativity in front of the beautiful,
bare-breasted Asian. He promply recahed out, and squeezed Huni’s right
nipple. “Ouch!” she shrieked. But it was a fun shriek. Frank reached for
the other one. Huni wanted to protect herself, but still guarded the
camera. Her breasts flapped to the side as she tried to dodge his
pinching fingers. But her he succeeded. Huni squealed again, and sat
there helpless as Frank fondled her breasts for several seconds.
Finally, she lifted her hands to defend herself. She fell right into
Frank’s trap. He broke her grasp easily, and plunged a hand down between
her legs. Huni REALLY squealed, but pressed her legs tighter.

Frank laughed as she squirmed on the bed. She fell to her back,
shrieking and laughing as Frank tickled her. I couldn’t see where
exactly he was touching, but I knew it wasn’t her legs, and it certainly
wasn’t the camera he was in no rush to retrieve. Huni wriggled with the
touch to her pussy.

Frank moved his free hand to her waist, and griiped the strap of her
panties.

Huni froze, and then quickly grabbed Frank’s hand. . “No!” she said in
near exhaustion.

The room was instantly quiet. Frank had tried to go too far, and no
they sat on the bed, wondering if their play had been broken. Frank
pulled his hand from between her legs, then slid both up her stomach,
over her breasts, and to her hand. Then, he moved upward, bringing her
up with him.

Frank held her at arms length. The two looked into each others eyes.
Frank pulled her to him. In all my watching. In all my sightings of her
body and her beautiful, naked breasts, I never dreamt of experiencing
this. I had been a from her, but always separated by glass. Now, Huni’s
breasts were touching Frank.

Nipple-to-nipple they stood, staring into each others eyes, sensing
each others heartbeats. Huni’s breasts were softly indetned against him.
Their fresh nakedness seemed to absorb the sexual lust, intent, and
energy from Frank’s body. God, she was beautiful! Her beautiful Asian
body , so firm and toned. Naked except for a pair of red silk panties.

The camera had long stopped clicking, it was out of film. Yet the two
remained together in a sexual press.

She was powerless now. Frank had awoken sensations and tinglings in her
body that had waited years to surface. All her heart, all her mind, and
all her culture were no match for surging feeling inside her and the
inexperience to handle it. I think in those moments Huni expected to
lose her virginity. In the subconscious rush, she realized what her
boyfriend had warned her about. What he was so afraid of. I think she
knew by now she wasn’t exposing herself to be a model, she was exposing
herself to be a lover.

David had warned her about hFrank. He had so prophetically realized
Frank’s desire for sex with her. At this moment, Huni felt some remores.
And she felt some guilt. But mostly, she felt the pleasure of feeling
her panties slide down her legs.

Frank had moved slowly and confidently. He slowly went to his knees,
and allowed his hands to slide to her waist. He didn’t look up at her,
he simply lifted the two straps from her hips, and moved her panties
down. I could here Huni’s breath, even from my distance. She was scared,
yet captivated.

Any last-ditch efforts to brush Frank off were quickly aborbed by the
hot womanly pleasure that shot through her as Frank pressed his tongue
to her cunt. Her jaw dropped, and her breath stuttered as she felt her
first wave of sexual contact. A kiss, she could have broken from. A
caress of a breast, she could have stepped away from. But a soft,
curling, sliding touch to the heart of her feminine soul was
irresistable. It was going to happen. Frank was going to take her
virginity.

He worked his tongue inside her. I watched as her nipples grew hard and
erect, and her body froze with uncertainty. She didn’t know what to do.
She didn’t know how to act. Except for slight, uncontrollable gyrations
of her hips, she was absolutely frozen. She started low, accidental
moans. Each builing wave of pleasure caught her off guard, and the shock
was vocalized.

Her voice was so sweet, so pure in its sexual energy. Huni’s sexual
rhythm had no history, no pattern. Frank’s flicking of her clitoris was
like flicking her voice as well. I never heard anything so wonderful, so
erotic, so maddening. At that moment I would have given anything to be
Frank. I wanted to be with her, to take her into orgasm for the firts
time. But I stood by the wall, not even realizing at first I was humping
it was watched.

I caught half of Frank’s smile as he gently pushed her onto the bed.
Huni fell onto the sheets, her legs and arms open. Her cunt offered to
Frank, and visible to me. I expected Frank to savor each treasure of her
body for hours. But I guess the lust and frustration of watching her
prance and pose all these times was too much. He had been waiting for
this desperately. He pulled off his pants and underwear, and I saw the
tip of his rigid cock from my angle. The cock that would pentrate Huni.
The cock that would make her a woman.

He decended on her in a mad rush.

“Uhhh!” Huni shrieked as his penis jammed into her. She just laid
there, taking his thrusts with shrieks of a pain she had never know, but
somehow didn’t want to end. Frank ripped her, tore her, and pounded her
with jack hammering hips. He fucked her as hard as he could, with
absolutely no control. I couldn’t blame him.

I could see Huni’s breasts bouncing incredibly up and down her chest. I
wondered what was going through her mind. All I could think of was, “I’m
fucking. I’m fucking. I’m fucking.”

Frank looked possessed. ‘Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” he yelled
driving into her with deep, long humps. Huni screamed with each one, her
pitch changing with a rise and fall. Part of me still couldn’t believe
what I was seeing. Huni was having sex. She was having sex, and it was
because of me. But it wasn’t WITH me! If I hadn’t taken this bet. If I
hadn’t given Frank the money. If I hadn’t bought her outfits. I had seen
her naked, but as I watched her tiny frame bouncing up and down on the
bed, her lips quivering, her eyes fluttering, her mouth moaning....

Huni was having sex. Frank was fucking her. I watched his cock move
inside her, out of her, and back in again. Her moans seemed like tears.
His cock was hurting her as it rammed into her cunt. But she took it.
She took his fucking.

Huni was fucking. Huni was fucking Frank.

What had I done?

Frank squeezed her breasts, and the extra touch of her put him ove rthe
edge. A few more plunging thrusts, then he seized up as his body
exploded a healthy dose of sperm into her. I watched the deep mini-humps
his body forced in her, knowing each drop of semen was going inside her.

It was done. That quickly I was out another hundred bucks. That quickly
Huni was no longer a virgin. She had fucked. She had been fucked.

What had I done?