The Photoshoot
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Irene's Photoshoot free porn video
It all started with a mail: "Hi Irene, I've seen your pictures on Flickr
and I love them. I know you have been out only once but I also know that
you are craving to do it again. So here's the deal: I offer you a private
photo shoot, I'll dictate the poses and the outfit and I'll pay you 1000
Euro's for it."
Oh my god, she had been waiting for an excuse to go outside in Irene-mode
again and this sounded like an offer not to be refused. She felt her
hands were shaking while she responded, "Mmmm, that sounds good, what are
you proposing?"
"Ok, that's settled then," the answer quickly came, "I want you to be at
Caf? Engels, next to Rotterdam Central station at Friday the 1st of July
at five o'clock in the afternoon."
"Ok," she replied shyly, while her heart was pounding wildly.
The swift reply made her shake even more. "I want you to wear that black
latex cat suit and that stiletto high heeled over knee boots that seems
to be quite popular in your photo stream."
Oh my god, this was way more than she had ever fantasized about... but
her fingers just typed a meek "Ok."
The night before sleep was restless. She had taken Friday off from work
to prepare for the adventures ahead. Soaking in a flower-scented bath and
removing every hair from her body got her in the right mood. It was time
for makeup. She decided to go a bit further than usual and went for a
heavy smoky eyed effect around her piercing blue eyes. Half an hour was
spent to attach long false lashes and layers and layers of volume
boosting mascara.... Finally blusher, contouring and, mmm, the painting
of her soft lips in bright red.
She put on her long blonde hair and then there was that magical moment of
looking in the mirror...
"Hello again, gorgeous," Irene said, enjoying the sight of the pretty
girl smiling back at her.
The next step was nipping and tucking. Irene decided on a red lace thong
with a matching bra. Her breast forms gave her a nice size C.
Powdering her body with talcum she put on the latex cat suit. Inch by
inch she squeezed into it, and finally closed the zipper which
conveniently went from her chin to the top of her firm ass. She took the
little spray can, and polished the cat suit until it shone like a mirror.
The boots came next. Irene always loved stepping into them and zipping
them up. The feeling of standing in high heels was magical and she did
some girly steps in front of the mirror.
Finally she stepped into the black, heavy boned corset. Breathing out,
she pulled the strings as tight as she dared, giving her a feeling of
being a bit drunk. "Oh my god, should I really do this?" she murmured.
Irene painted her nails a bright red and accessorized her hands with big
rings on every finger, a bit of her trademark on Flickr.
Earrings, necklace and a warm, deep smelling feminine perfume made the
transformation complete. Irene looked in the mirror. "Wow girl, you
rock!" she thought.
Then the truth hit home. "Oh my god, I have to go outside to meet a
guy...." Her heart started pounding, she thought about just to chicken
out but then she decided that if there ever was a chance go outside it
would be this.
So at four o'clock she opened the front door and stepped outside, with
shaking knees and terrified somebody would see. She had donned a long
trench coat which only revealed her booted legs. Taking a deep breath she
started to walk to her car which was parked some streets away. She passed
a neighbor who looked at her ass and some young guys who made cat-
whistles at her. Irene was getting braver now and passed them while she
wiggled her firm derriere.
She made it to her car, a small red MX5. When she started it, she was
faced with a new problem: "Oh dear," Irene chuckled, "how I'm going to
drive in stiletto heels?"
Somehow she managed and Irene arrived in Rotterdam in time. Driving on
the highway dressed as a pretty blonde was exciting enough. After parking
she walked the little distance to the terrace of Caf? Engels, enjoying
the sensation of walking in the center of the city, dressed as a pretty
girl. She ordered a white wine against the nerves running along her
spine, using her best feminine voice. The waiter didn't seem to notice
although he had a keen interest in Irene's legs.
Just after five o'clock a young man walked onto the terrace and asked
politely: "Miss Nyman?" Irene followed him to a waiting car, her heels
click-clacking on the pavement, with the faint feeling that there was no
way back now...
During the drive into the Rotterdam harbor the driver didn't say much,
just that he was instructed to pick up a blonde girl and bring her to a
place in the outskirts of the harbor.
The place turned out to be an old warehouse. The driver brought her
inside and left. Irene felt very nervous, anxious what would happen next.
She took off her coat and put it, with her bag, on a chair in a small
office in the corner of the warehouse. In an impulse she took the little
cat's ears from her bag and put them on her head. To top it off she added
the little bow-tie.Then she heard a voice and turned around.
"Hello Irene, glad you are here. It's nice to see you in real life and I
must say that you look gorgeous as a little kitty." She saw a tall middle
aged man standing in the door opening, quite handsome, sharp dressed, and
smiling at her.
He introduced himself, told her to relax and after some talking he
suggested that they should start the photo shoot. He instructed Irene to
assume various poses all around the warehouse while he was shooting away.
"I always love the contrast of a pretty girl against an old industrial
backdrop."
She tried to pose like a model and did her best to look sexy and
seductive. The attention made her feel sexy and feminine. She really
enjoyed it until suddenly he put his camera down and said, "I want to try
something."
From a bag he took a white rope and, suddenly changing the tone of his
voice, he said, "Turn around!" A bit surprised, Irene turned around and
felt the client grabbing her hands behind her back and wrapping the rope
around her wrists.
"Wait a minute!" she protested, but he pulled her petite body against
his. She could feel his warmth through the thin layer of rubber.
"Don't worry babe, I just want to play a bit with you."
Irene panicked and wanted to run away but the client wouldn't let her.
"Oh no, you don't!" He roughly pushed her into the office. Irene started
to scream. "You talk too much, honey," he said and produced a cloth from
his pocket which he stuffed into Irene's mouth. Roughly he put her into a
chair and tied the rope around her wrists to the back of the chair. Irene
struggled and tried to push the gag from her mouth. He quickly wrapped
another cloth around her head and picked up some more rope.
The client started to tie Irene's right leg to the chair. Irene kicked
him and the client slapped her in the face. "I don't want to ruin that
pretty face," he shouted, "so never, ever, do that again!"
Irene surrendered, her head was spinning. Here she was, dressed like a
hot catgirl, tied up in a godforsaken place in the harbor.... She tried
to fight the feeling but she was also becoming very aroused. "Oh my god,
what is happening to me?"
The client began taking pictures of her, obviously enjoying it. He pulled
the front zipper of her cat suit down to show her red bra while fondling
her body. Suddenly his hand was on her crotch, squeezing and exploring
through the latex and Irene was squirming and moaning in her bondage.
She tried to resist it, but the only thing she could think was, "Oh yes,
take me, more, more, more!"
Suddenly it stopped. "Trust me Irene," the client said, as he gently
stroked Irene's hair, "you will like what I have in store for you."
She started to feel the thin layer of sweat that was covering her body
between the latex cat suit and her skin. The pressure in her mouth from
the gag became almost unbearable. She felt a strange mixture of extreme
excitement and a will to break free.
The client looked into her eyes. "Are you having a good time, Irene?" he
asked with a smile.
"Mmmmph!" was all Irene could say. The client started to remove the gag.
He also loosened the ropes around her wrists. The blood rushed in again.
Irene tried to scream but only a croaking sound came from between her red
lips.
"You like this, don't you?" the client asked. Irene nodded shyly. The
client removed the ropes which tied Irene to the chair and lifted her
over his shoulder, gently patting her ass. "Ok babe, let's go on then."
He lowered her on a desk, face down and her hands still tied behind her
back. Irene tried to say something.
"Oh no, I do the talking," the client said and took a large red ball gag.
He pressed it against her lips and slowly Irene felt the red monster fill
her mouth. The straps were fastened underneath her long blonde hair. The
client took some more rope and grabbed her ankles by her stiletto boots.
He expertly tied them together.
He then bowed to Irene's head and whispered in her ear, "How about a nice
hogtie, sweetie?" Irene tried to answer but all she could feel was that
she was starting to drool.
Irene was lying on the desk of the office in an abandoned warehouse, ball
gagged and with her hands tied behind her back. The client picked up some
more rope and went on to tie Irene's legs together. He started above her
knees, circling her legs with the white rope and finally making a loop
between her thighs, forcing her legs even more together. When he was
satisfied he started tying her legs below her knees, across the top of
Irene's over knee stiletto boots. Irene moaned as she felt that she was
getting more and more helpless.
The client moved over to Irene's elbows and pulled them tightly together.
Irene had never felt something like this before. Here she was, dressed
like a hot fetish doll, at the mercy of a complete stranger. Her heart
was racing and she was torn between a strange combination of fear and a
feeling of extreme sexiness.
"And now for the final touch," the client said as he pulled Irene's
spiked heels towards her hands and tied them together with another white
rope.
Irene tried to struggle but it did help her much. She was completely
immobilized and at the will of this unknown man. Then he picked her up
like a toy doll and lowered her gently on the floor. He took up the
camera and videoed Irene while she was trying to get loose. After five
minutes of useless struggling she was exhausted and soaked in sweat
beneath her latex cat suit.
The man kneeled beside her and began caressing her bound body. He gently
stroked the inner side of her thighs, slowly working his way up. Irene
felt like she was going to explode. The client playfully followed the
long zipper in her cat suit, ending on the top of her round ass. He
absentmindedly toyed a bit with the lip of the zipper. Irene became crazy
and she looked up to the client with blind panic in her eyes. "Omg, oh
no, he wouldn't, would he?" flashed through her mind as her tucked pussy
seemed to pulse with a mind of its own.
The door opened and another man came in, wearing a business suit. He
greeted the client warmly. "So this is her, he said, "Nice catch!"
"Yeah, she's a real doll."
"Nice legs and look at that ass! She would be perfect for the party. Do
you think she will do it?"
"She could use the money," the client chuckled, "but most of all she
likes it too much herself to say no, I think. By the way: you know she's
got a little secret down there?"
"Yeah, you told me, although I can hardly believe that," the visitor
said, "but I guess that just adds some more spice to it, don't you
think?"
Irene listened to the two men while they were talking about her, feeling
helpless and humiliated like a cheap sex toy.
"I'll take care of it," the client said as he crouched beside Irene. He
took a big knife out of his pocket and cut through the ropes that tied
her wrists. "Listen doll, you were wonderful and it was a pleasure to
work with you. We're leaving now. Don't worry; I've put an envelope with
the money in your bag. Bye now!" He gave Irene a gentle kiss on her
forehead and went to the door.
There he turned around. "Oh yeah, I left the knife on the floor next to
you, please be careful with it." The men left together, shutting down the
lights and leaving Irene in a state of excitement and confusion,
butterflies- in her tummy and spasms racing through her pussy.
Irene lay on her side in the remains of an impossibly tight hogtie, her
mouth still stuffed with a red ball gag. Drool was dripping on her black
latex cat suit. Slowly she calmed down. "What has happened?" she thought.
She remembered something about a knife. She tried moving a bit and found
out she could move inch by inch by careful wriggling. With enormous
effort she shifted around and with a feeling of relief she felt a knife.
With her fingers she tried to bring it in the vicinity of the ropes
around her elbows. Her muscles were complaining as finally she felt the
metal cutting through rope, strain after strain. Panting heavily she
attacked the rope. Suddenly a snap and she found her arms free again.
When they came loose Irene almost cried from joy. She fumbled with the
ball gag and out it came, relieving here sore jaws.
After cutting the ropes between her legs she tried to stand up but almost
immediately fell down again, feeling the burning sensation of her blood
flowing back into her veins again. She crawled on her latex knees to her
bag and found the envelope, with 500 Euro's more in it then she had asked
for.
It also had a note: "I had a great time, Irene and I know you liked it
too. Don't worry; we'll meet again soon.... X."
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