Brad had only just begun talking after leafing through his handwritten report for what seemed to Katy like an eternity.
"Katy, you're showing great promise. But you must not let up your extracurricular activities, they will be what helps you to exceed and rise over your contemporaries." Katy stared at Brad. He was smiling and nodding as he waffled. Katy couldn't help but yawn and roll her eyes.
"Mr Pierce?" Katy interrupted.
"Yes, to cut things short, I'll be advising. No, requiring an extra hour of personal study a week." Katy's interest suddenly peaked as she felt her clit tingle and her cotton panties soak a little.
Katy stood gently swaying, books in hand, Brad chatted to the caretaker... Derek or maybe Daryl. He was taller than Brad by easily a foot, with skinny features and a messy greyish beard. They both kept looking over at her. She dressed as requested, she'd borrowed a cheerleader's outfit just for today, she had no intention of cheerleading, and besides, those girls were bitches! She was nervous. Everyone else had left for the weekend. She was alone, alone with these two men. Katy bent over a little, lifting her skirt at the back. Daryl admired her phat arse. She poked a cheek with a finger as if this were some test of her ripeness.
"Oh yes, you right Brad, you very right. She's perfick." Daryl said, taking Katy's hand and practically dragging her away down the hall to the Art department, she had wondered why until they stopped outside the photography storage room. Daryl took out his keys and unlocked the door, dove in and retrieved an absolute armful of film. Katy had only really seen these in her very younger years. Daryl then made his way off down the hall to the next room used for actual photography, dropping rolls of film as he went. Katy giggled at his buffoonery. As they entered the room, Daryl pointed to a small stage with lighting, and a white cloth backdrop was hanging from a roll across the roof, but there were other colours too, which could be swapped out.
"Get up onto there!" He pointed as he walked towards his camera equipment, then back to adjust the lighting. She did as she was instructed.
Daryl initially instructed Katy to pose as a cheerleader would, happily chatting and snapping away. Katy felt at ease and so had no problems when he asked her to lift her top to show off a cheeky nipple. She felt naughty and wet, giggling with her nipple on full display for the shot.
"Ok, next we'll go with something a little more risqué." Katy was intrigued. She felt hot at the thought of being on show in real photographs, like a sexy Hustler girl in one of her daddy's magazines. She definitely had seen a cheerleader or two of them.
"Like this?" she said, bending over and pulling the skirt up, showing off her sexy, phat rear. Daryl smiled.
"You got talent, my girl, I'll just snap away, and you do what comes naturally," he said, shoving a new roll into the camera. Brad sat behind, seemingly bored and doodling on a notepad from his pocket.
Katy sat facing the camera, giving her best sultry look, as she casually fingered her mouth. Now, lifting her skirt, she gave a wide-eyed and sexy, shocked expression, covering her mouth with an open palm before fluttering her lashes. The camera flashed and flashed in quick succession. Assuming she was making the intended poses and faces, she carried on, trying in her mind to remember what those girls did as they posed. Spreading her legs, she seductively and slowly slid her finger into the top of her panties, then two fingers, followed by her hand. She noted Brad's sudden interest and touched her clit hidden behind her panties. The cotton immediately darkened with her juices, and she gave a slutty sneer to the camera. Both men gaped their mouths and adjusted their trousers.
"Don't, I mean, don't stop now, this is what we here for." Katy wanted to correct his grammar, but she gave in to the moment instead.
"It's such a shame it's not a video camera," she purred. Brad hurriedly scratched notes onto his pad with wide-eyed excitement. "Ah, ohhhh, and no props." Katy moaned and soaked her panties as she came hard. Brad scratched more notes.
Daryl kicked Brad and instructed him to start filling up the spare camera with film so as not to miss a moment of the action. Katy paused for a moment to let them catch up and for her to catch her breath.
"I think we have a baseball bat." Daryl mused. Brad threw his notepad at the back of Daryl's head. "Yes, yes, another time," they both stuffed more film into the cameras.
Katy pulled the sweater over her head, very slowly revealing her flushed, perfect teenage breasts. Daryl rushed to snap up close, the final picture, Katy's perfectly framed naughty grin as the sweater draped her gorgeous hair over half her face. Daryl desperately tried to steady his hands and control his breathing at such an erotic sight. Katy was now feeling fruity like never before, squeezing and tweaking her enormous, erect nipples. Daryl struggled between getting a good shot of her face flushed with genuine ecstasy and the acts as she performed on herself.
"Am I doing it for you boys?" she asked coyly. Daryl's trousers had a blatant tent pole, and Brad, well, Brad was now happily stroking his through his trouser fabric.
Katy lay and posed on the stage for the entire pile of film, showing herself off as Daryl took pictures from far away and then close up, very, very close up. With each flash, she came closer to that final, breath-taking orgasm. Taking note of the last film roll loading, she, now completely naked, face and chest flushed crimson, stuffed two middle fingers from her right hand deep into her engorged, dripping pussy and two middle fingers from her left hand deep into her now slightly gaping arsehole. Katy orgasmed and cried out as she came hard.
"Snap! That's the last roll of film done." Daryl looked pleased. She'd lost track of how many pictures this pervert had taken, but she'd enjoyed every second. "You knows, Brad. We've not had one perform like that since." Brad cut him short.
"I was just thinking the same, go get those pictures, please." Brad waddled over, adjusting his trousers. Katy was surprised when Daryl rushed off. "Oh, don't worry, my sweet. Darek will be right back soon.
"You can go in a moment," Brad said. "I'll be seeing you on Monday for our usual session?" He held her chin, gently lifting her face upwards before leaning in and kissing her forehead. It was then Katy realised she still had her fingers inserted into her holes. She bit her lip and moaned as she slid them out. Brad stared at her gaping pussy and asshole for a moment. He took her hands and tasted each of her fingers in turn.
"Would you shave for our sessions from now on? I like you smooth." Brad looked down at the dark stubble between her legs.
Katy dressed to leave as Daryl returned, casually putting down some pictures on the platform. She glanced at them, laid out, and realised she had performed every one of those pictures exactly, and the girl in those pictures was... Jayne. Her sister in the final photo, orgasm face, two fingers in her pussy and two in her arse. She glanced up at him, and he smirked.
"Tell Jayne I said hello." He began to walk away. "Oh, how is her residency going?!" He didn't wait for a response.
Katy grabbed and stacked the pictures, stuffing them into a nearby box. Later, she leafed through the photos, amongst which one stood out from the rest. Jayne, her big, nasty slut of a sister, face and tits covered in cum, a lot of cum. Was this going to be Katy's next photo session? At the bottom of the box, a butt plug complete with a fox tail, Katy smiled. She was going to have fun with this later.
For the entire year, neither Brad nor Daryl had a free Friday to repeat Katy's photography experience, which she longed for. Many nights, she fantasised about dressing up and being photographed for the centrefold of Hustler or some other adult magazine, being the fantasy of every man looking at her in those glossy pics.
For her final Monday session before graduation, Katy had expected to see Walsh in Brad's office, but as she turned the handle and pushed the door, she slammed her face into the glass. It was locked! Katy looked around sheepishly in case anyone had seen. It was then she noticed the note.
"Katy. Come to the Art Dept immediately!" Signed off BDP. Katy sighed as she'd not been warned, or else she would have dressed more like a slut, but assumed she'd get cum for Daryl on camera again would definitely be on the cards. At this thought, she couldn't help but give her clit a quick rub before eagerly skipping off down the corridor towards the art department.
As Katy entered the photography room, there were mounted video cameras and a state-of-the-art DLSR camera hanging around Daryl's neck. No more camera film to constantly load, she also noted no stage but a sex chair, like something King Edward VII had designed. Katy looked over to Brad and Walsh, who seemed more than eager to see her, too. Katy gave them both a sexy mouth finger, knowing her pussy was about to get the fucking of her life, or so far at least.
"As b-b-bef, last time." Daryl stammered. "You go at your own pace and do what comes naturally." Katy dropped to her knees in front of Brad and Walsh. It was also at this very moment that Katy realised how much she loved being a slut on camera.
"Gentlemen, welcome! I'll be your cumslut for this evening." Dropping to her knees, she expertly unzipped and released their rapidly growing cocks. She gave a long lick to each whilst eye-fucking the owner in turn. Releasing them, she turned to the camera. "If you see anything you like or want to penetrate, please bring it to the attention of your waitress by spanking her. Hard!" Katy turned to watch as those penises both rose and pulsed inches from her face. With a wicked grin, she sat on the sex horse and spread her legs, pulled her panties aside, and spread her already dripping wet slit for the camera closest, then leaned in and stared into the lens. "These guys are gonna stretch this tiny teen gash." Running two fingers the full length of her lips, she trailed cum up to her mouth before licking it up. Daryl had not missed a beat as she walked in, getting plenty of those sexy hip sway pictures, and now he was inches from this sopping wet cunt, he knew the other video cameras wouldn't miss any of the action shots Brad wanted.
Brad made himself comfortable on the chair as Katy mounted him, working her pussy up and down Brad's thick shaft, starting at the very tip. It was so long and thick she had to gently ease herself down a little at a time to coat it with her pussy juice. As she managed to fit her tight little hole over this enormous bell end. Walsh, who had been busy applying lube to his own huge manhood, now positioned himself behind Katy. She felt a push of Walsh's monster at her asshole.
"Yes! Fuck me." Katy screamed. Walsh slapped her phat rump, leaving a handprint before Katy pushed back, her asshole let his tip enter easily on the first nudge. Katy's eyes closed, but her mouth was wide as both men penetrated her deeper and deeper with their thick cocks. A snap and a flash, Daryl took a profile picture of Katy, double penetrated, balls deep into each hole. Katy was then pounded hard by these two older men whilst describing in detail for the camera how it felt to be fucked by large cocks in her pussy and arsehole, this just encouraged them to treat her like the little porn slut she was. Walsh spanked her hard as Brad gave her tits and nipples a good squeeze. This left them a little tender and bruised, but nothing she didn't like or hadn't done to herself during one of her masturbation sessions.
Afterwards, Katy lay on the chair, cum dripping from each of her gaping little holes. She gently rubbed at her engorged clit before fingering her holes for Daryl as he took a few last pictures. She reckoned she'd made an awesome pornstar today, but assumed these videos wouldn't be making it over to Hustler to launch a career.
The icing on the cake for Daryl later. That profile picture of Katy, her face was full of surprise, but with a lot of sexual gratification as he could also clearly see her squirt all over Brad's big bollocks.
