tagMind ControlHow Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Ch. 02

How Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Ch. 02

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"OK, that does it for that roll. Make yourselves comfortable, ladies. We only have an hour or so left," the photographer announced, not even looking at Tamara or Julie.

In itself, the fact that he (or any man) could look away from the ladies was an admirable thing—Julie's breasts were breathtaking. Tamara's were perky and had been growing lately for reasons she still couldn't understand, but Julie's were perfect. They were full, but not too big for her frame; round, but not circular (which would give them away as fakes), and had just enough jiggle to draw the eye of anyone who saw them.

Tamara certainly was having trouble looking away from them. Even when she did look away, she pictured them, bare, in her mind. Thankfully, other than the shots she'd done by herself and the dozen or so shots where the photographer told her to look at the camera, she'd been allowed to practically gawk at them all afternoon.

Tamara was getting a little tired, but her arousal was keeping her going like a potent drug. Even with all her recent toying around with Anita and Emily, she'd never seen or tried to see another woman naked. She'd chalked her brief flashes of Sapphic desire up to just that: brief flashes, something not even worth worrying about.

Julie ran her fingers through her black hair and over her tits, cupping and almost playing with them in plain sight of anyone in the studio who happened to look in her direction. Watching the display made Tamara realize that she was extremely attracted to Julie. All day long, whenever the brunette would have to pick something up off the floor, she'd bend at the waist if her ass was facing Tamara. And if she hadn't known better, Tamara would have sworn that Julie knew that this was making Tamara rather horny.

Thinking about how beautiful Julie was and how she was perhaps trying to get her attention, Tamara watched Julie walk in front of her and pick up... well, Tamara didn't know what it was; she was too busy checking out Julie's ass... again. This time, once Julie stood up, Tamara saw her hands run over a few parts of her body, paying a little extra attention to her nipples. It was a quick motion, and very discrete—but clearly deliberate.

Tamara saw that Julie's hands caused tiny goosebumps wherever they touched her body. She saw her nipples perk up instantly with another brief grope of her melons, and even saw her stifle a little moan. Then Julie caressed her sides, doing a barely noticeable seductive dance in the process. Finally, her hands came to a rest on her firm ass.

A smacking sound shook Tamara out of her trance. Realizing she'd been staring at Julie in total enchantment, she shook her head and heard another smacking sound. Coming to her senses, she figured that Julie had slapped her own ass, which she was rubbing by the time Tamara was fully back from la–la land. Tamara looked up and saw Julie grinning at her, winking before she looked away.

Why am I staring at this woman? Why am I watching her spank her ass? Why is it turning me on?? That thought caused another to break the surface of her mind—a thought that she'd been suppressing all day. Her gaze once more focused on the raven–haired beauty, she thought, Do I turn her on?

As if Tamara had spoken the thought, Julie spun around and caught her staring again. Swaying her hips, Julie walked over to where the coed was sitting. Unfortunately for Tamara, both were wearing a designer thong that was jet black—it was impossible to tell if Julie was aroused by anything, much less by Tamara alone.

But maybe it's a good thing these are black... she can't tell how wet I am, Tamara reasoned.

Julie bent so she could whisper into Tamara's ear. "Hey," she quietly said, "how 'ya doin'? Hangin' in there?"

Julie had not spoken much during the shoot and she and Tamara had not come into physical contact with each other except for a few shots—it had been quite different from the last shoot in that regard. But with the warm air of Julie's breath melting her from the inside out, Tamara decided she just had to touch Julie... and she wanted Julie to touch her. A wicked smile crossed her face—she knew she could make it happen. And, doing it here would be easily explainable, both to anyone she knew who saw the photos and to herself.

"Don't space out on me, hon. This last part is gonna be... racy, if you catch my drift," Julie added. Tamara's pussy quivered with every syllable.

Her arousal reaching new heights, Tamara put her mouth practically on Julie's ear and said, "Just be sure to keep those hands where they belong, Julie." Tamara pulled back enough to let Julie see her wink, and then pinched her own nipple, making it stand at attention.

Julie laughed quietly, looked around to make sure nobody saw, and reached down to caress Tamara's breast. When her hand made contact, Tamara's eyes almost popped out of her head in surprise at the intense sensation—and she came the instant Julie twisted her nipple. A moment later, the photographer announced that he was ready and, on her way back to the main set, Julie turned and smiled at Tamara, who was panting and hoping that it wasn't obvious that she'd just cum in her thong.

But she only touched my tit! Tamara thought as she gathered herself enough for the final photos.

Just like it'd been with Wendy last time, Tamara found Julie's hands to be magic. Several shots had Julie holding Tamara's tits while standing behind her. The photographer was giving directions the whole time—telling them how to look at each other, how to look at the camera, etc. And whenever Julie's hands were on Tamara's tits (and a few glorious times when they grasped Tamara by the soaked part of whatever thong she happened to be wearing at the time), Tamara didn't need to be told that she should look at Julie with unbridled lust.

When the shoot was finally over, the photographer made some comment about "melting the film" and Tamara, thickly drunk with her arousal, went to her dressing area as quickly as she could, trying not to draw attention to herself. As soon as she was alone, she stripped off the last thing she'd been wearing—a soaked pink panty that was now hers, a perk of doing a lingerie spread—and, with her back to the curtain that served as a door to her dressing room, ran both hands to her pussy.

Not bothering to sit down, she held herself open with the fingers of her left hand, using her middle finger to rub her clit. Her right hand worked around until she could get one, and then two, fingers inside her sex. The wet, smacking sounds she made while she fucked herself obscured the gentle sound of the curtain opening and closing behind her.

"Now that position looks too awkward. Let me help you, hon. You're too hot, you know that? Let me try to cool you down a tad...." It was Julie, speaking lowly into her ear. Her words shattered any fear or surprise that would have sparked a defensive move by Tamara; they were like white–hot swords that sliced away any resistance Tamara might have had even on her best day. Tamara's hands fell to her sides as Julie's took over.

Tamara had noticed how impossibly arousing Julie's (and Wendy's, for that matter) fingers felt on her, but she was unprepared for how they felt in her. Tamara could feel Julie's perfect tits mashed up against her back, and her fingers worked her pussy wickedly. They made circular, rubbing motions around her clit, followed by quick plunges into her pussy. When Julie wiggled her fingers inside Tamara, she nearly came, but the fingers would withdrawal and the dirty cycle would repeat. Julie went back and forth like that a few times before finally using her thumb directly on Tamara's clit while her fingers were still deep inside her, bringing her to a powerful (but too–quick) orgasm. She even squirted a little, cumming all over Julie's hand.

Tamara moaned and Julie covered her mouth with her now cum–coated hand. Using her other hand to finger Tamara, Julie whispered to Tamara, "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"

Tamara sucked her own juice off Julie's finger in response.

"Ahem. Excuse me, are you decent in there, Tamara?" Jeff's voice rang loud and clear, and it cut through the haze of pure lustful bliss that had encompassed Tamara. Julie took her hands away and turned Tamara around, kissing her quickly before leaving. Tamara stood motionless, coming to her senses. She half–heard Julie talking to Jeff; she telling him something along the lines of "I was just congratulating her on what a great job she did." Not wanting to be caught naked and freshly fingered, Tamara put on her robe and turned to face the curtain.

"Is that you Jeff? Come on in, I'm dressed," Tamara shouted through the "door."

Jeff came in, carrying a check. "I hope a cashier's check is OK; I'm nervous about sending you out with $2000 in cash... well, I'm actually nervous carrying it around myself. But, if you need..."

Tamara interrupted him. "It's fine. Just lay it there on the table, I have to finish getting... hey, what are you doing?"

Jeff had grabbed Tamara's wrists. She tried to struggle but found her arms too weak to move against Jeff. He brought her palms together, and he moved his hands to cover hers. His hands felt hot, and almost vibrated.

"Don't worry. This takes about a minute. Think happy thoughts, Tammy. And remember that people crave human contact; in particular, they love it when you touch them. Especially," he added, "pretty girls."

Tamara blinked a few times, wondering why she was standing in her dressing room and not getting ready to leave. She could have sworn she'd been talking to Jeff, and the payment was on her little table. Shrugging off the forgotten lapse in time, she took her robe off and got dressed. She didn't give her confusion much thought, and had forgotten it completely by the time she was halfway to Springfield.

*****

A few weeks after the topless photo shoot, Tamara could no longer deny that, for some reason, various things about here were gradually, but definitely, changing.

At first, she'd passed off her slight breast growth as something to do with her period, even though they had not been irregular at all. She'd given up on that theory early on, but was still uneasy about why they were getting bigger. As the weeks had passed by, she'd found the previously comfortable bras she'd bought before her second photo shoot were starting to feel a little tight. They still fit, but they pushed her breasts together and up in a way that created delicious cleavage whenever she wore a low–cut top.

Just thinking about showing off her chest when she was getting dressed every day made her nips pop, and they tended to remain that way almost all day long. She had been wearing anything she could to display her assets, and was hoping for warmer weather so she could wear really revealing outfits. It was around the time that she first started noticing her hair getting darker (and, thanks to a selfish, hair–loving brush, shorter) that she also started to think about seducing someone. Not just anyone... seducing a female.

She didn't know how she should go about doing that, at first, but figured showing off her tits wasn't the best way to go... unless she was going after a lesbian. And somehow, she knew she wanted to be with someone who wasn't more experienced with girls than she was. That was too bad, too, because to Tamara, her breasts just begged to be looked at, touched, licked, cupped, squeezed...

As she sat in the library, trying to study, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Damn... thinking about my tits again? Jesus, I'm never going to finish this assignment at this... oooh, there she is. Right on time....

Tamara watched the goth chick she'd been eyeing for the past couple of weeks wander, book in hand, over to a secluded corner. She sat back on a chair and started to read, crossing her fishnet–clad legs in the process. Tamara licked her lips and wondered what it would be like to take the girl's knee–high boots off and slide her hands up the material of that hosiery. She had come to appreciate the way the girl's creamy white skin contrasted blazingly with the dark material of the fishnets and her scarlet red hair.

Burning with shame, Tamara reached under the table and slid her hand into her sweat pants. They were loose enough to allow her easy access, and she hadn't bothered to wear any underwear. She never did when she went to the library anymore. Her finger sizzled as it grazed her skin, burning her flesh with intense pleasure every inch of its short trail from her waist to her glistening slit.

She was hoping that if she got off quickly, she'd have enough relief from her constant (as of late) sexual tension to sate her for another day. Tamara was finding it harder and harder to fight the compulsion to use her hands, mouth, and tongue to take an unsuspecting woman to bed, and these quick (but delicious) little self–induced orgasms were the only things keeping her from falling to temptation. Even a small climax would reduce her arousal a little, and when she wasn't so horny, the temptation to use her new wiles to slither into another girl's panties was reduced to a point where it was easier to dismiss as a fantasy. An interesting fantasy with wonderful possibilities, but just a fantasy.

Tamara had realized quickly that her hands worked like hot irons of pure rapture on her body the night after the photo shoot. Everywhere they made contact with her skin was lit aflame with aching desire, and when she touched herself, it was like her body was one huge pussy. She savored every light stroke of her hand and shook to the core with blind passion when she touched herself roughly. As Tamara sat there in the library, working her magic on her own body, she also thrilled at the publicness of her masturbation. It was just so dirty, and that made it hotter.

Why am I doing this? she asked herself while she looked with dire attention at the girl across the room. I could get caught....

Because... it feels... so... good
, her mind answered, over and over again.

But it's wrong... I'm in the library... and... and... oh god, oh fuck she's looking at me! She knows... oh fuck, she... knows... my hands are beneath the table and she knows what... oh, what I'm.... Tamara thought as she clenched her teeth to suppress any motion that might give her orgasm away. The girl looked back down at her book a moment after Tamara's climax peaked, leaving Tamara to wonder if the girl had really seen what she was doing.

And while Tamara pondered that, she slowly began to realize that today, fantasy was about to become reality. This girl was going to be the first.

"The first what?" she whispered to herself. You know what, her playful side answered. Her horniness returned, and the goth girl's fate was sealed. Tamara was banking on the effects her suggestions had been having on people (especially women) lately. She only half–believed there was anything to this "ability," but the heat flowing through her body pushed her to take the chance. Reassuring herself, she thought, You can't fail, she'll be yours at a touch and a kiss.

Today's the day. She's... uh, mine? Does that sound right? Dammit, I don't care. I have to do this
. Tamara noticed that once again, she seemed to be conversing with herself in her head—and that made her wonder if she was going crazy. But as soon as that thought appeared it was smothered by her growing arousal.

Watching the girl get up and walk to the stacks, Tamara pulled her slick hand out of her pants and wiped them on the soft material. She'd struggled with this long enough. It was time. Time to see... make sure... if... oh God, if it works. Steeling her will to her purpose, she got up and walked to where the goth chick had entered the massive bookshelves.

It's time Gothie and I had a little... chat. Tamara giggled at how naughty and playful that sounded, and was promptly hushed. She turned to see a cute angel twirling a lock of blond hair with a finger on her right hand while a finger on her left was pressed to her pursed, hissing lips. Briefly, Tamara considered changing course and taking her instead of, or in addition to, the goth chick. Two girls in one day?

Her pussy gushed at the thought. It was so unlike her to be anywhere near this forward, even in her high school years. She was pretty sure she was into boys at the time, too, although of late she was having more and more trouble remembering exactly why she'd ever been attracted to any male. I can't believe I'm doing this! I should stop, I should go.... Tamara looked back to the door, it wasn't far away and she still had time to abort her plan.

No, she told herself. This is driving me nuts. All I can think about are girls. I can tell them to do things and they will... my hands can melt my body like it was ice, they never used to do that... to me... c'mon, Tammy. You've planned this for a week, picked out the girl you want, she's always alone and stays for a few hours... do it. Tamara swallowed hard and walked down the aisle that ran at the far end of the rows and rows of bookshelves.

Blondie would have to settle for her book. Hopefully, it would be quiet enough for her.

Time to put this to bed. Maybe it's all in my head, she half–hoped. If it was in her head, she'd just be very embarrassed. If it wasn't in her head, though... well, if it wasn't all her imagination, the goth girl was sure in for a fun surprise.

She walked past several rows of books. At first, all she saw were a few guys and girls sitting with their backs against the bookshelves, reading dusty tomes that were probably outdated. Then, she found her mark. The redhead was facing away, so Tamara drank in the girl's backside with her eyes until she found her target: the nape of her pale neck, the only part of her body (from her current angle) completely uncovered by clothes.

Feeling a little vampiric action was in order, Tamara sneaked behind the girl and wrapped her hands lightly around the sides of the girl's neck, sliding them up to her face to stifle the moan she'd pretty much expected at the contact. When the girl stopped moaning, Tamara slid her hands down to embrace her from behind, and kissed and nibbled on her neck.

"Uhhhhhhhngh," the girl sighed, falling into Tamara's arms. She found her feet when Tamara covered her mouth with her hand, again. Taking a page from Julie's book, she said in a low voice, "We don't want to be disturbed, do we? Shhhh, just go with this... you want me to touch you... you love how I make you feel, this feels sooo good...."

The goth chick licked Tamara's fingers in response, and Tamara lowered her hand to the girl's tit. She squeezed it and the girl turned her head to kiss Tamara. Tamara had only to lick a line across the girl's tight lips, and the helpless girl's mouth opened to accept Tamara's tongue. The kiss was searingly hot, but Tamara didn't get the intense reaction from the tit–alation she had anticipated. So, she lowered her hands and slid them beneath the girl's jacket and T–shirt.

When she grazed the girl's stomach, her captive writhed and moaned into Tamara's mouth. Tamara's hands pulled the cups of the girl's bra down, loosing her breasts inside her shirt. Her hands proceeded to massage, cup, and pinch the girl's tits, hoping for a better reaction... and boy, did she get it.

"Harder, twist... pinch... oooooooh, fuck yeah, harder...." the girl moaned/whispered once her mouth was free. "Harder! Please, harder, don't... don't worry about hurting... ooooooh, yeah, that's it...."

Tamara happily complied, finding the girl's preference for the rough stuff arousing in and of itself. One of her hands made its way to the gothie's mini, and the girl unzipped it at the hip to allow Tamara easy access to the treasure underneath the garment. It fell to her ankles, exposing her bright red bikini panties. Tamara's hand slipped down the front of her underwear, and when her finger crossed over the girl's clit and plunged inside her hot snatch, the girl started grinding her crotch on her captor's hand, cumming hard and fast.

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