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How could she have been so stupid? What would happen if her boyfriend found out? Would he leave her? Would her parents and friends see them? Would her boss? The questions raced through her mind as she lay prone in bed, reliving the real nightmare of the night before.

She had gone out drinking with a few friends. Nothing too hectic. Just a casual dinner with the girls followed by a drink or two. Had he drugged her? Had someone put something in her drink? She knew that she had consumed plenty. It was all too voluntary. She had wanted the intoxication and had happily let sobriety slip away. She could only blame herself.

She had already been tipsy when he had approached her. An older bald gentleman of European descent. His accent had aroused her. His introduction, announcing himself as a professional photographer had intrigued her. His promise to make her famous had engulfed her intoxicated mind. He had little effort persuading her.

The European had convinced her to go back to his studio and take a couple of photos for an upcoming magazine. A print that would give her the edge. She'd be an instant hit, he had assured her.

Kira knew she was pretty. She had always attracted attention and truthfully, the European wasn't the first to suggest she pose before the camera. When younger she had even dabbled with modelling and had briefly appeared in the background of a television commercial. She had since given in to working behind the desk of a real-estate company, flashing her beautiful smile and seducing buyers for the agents. She was eye candy. Blonde, busty, athletic. She didn't mind the gawking. She almost embraced it. Still, she wanted to use her looks for her own profit, not that of her employers.

She should have taken more notice of his office. Taken more notice of the posters that hung in the wall. Glamorous as they were, the participants were far more scantily clothed then she would ever have been prepared to do. At least, if she was sober.

What was the name of that magazine? Who did he say he worked for? Do people even buy magazines these days? Had she given him her full name? Did she sign any paperwork?

He had taken approximately 30 shots of her in various poses and positions. She had removed her top for at least half of them. She had removed all her clothes for the final few.

What kind of poses did she do? Did she keep herself covered? Oh god. Had she been touching herself? Did he have photos of her masturbating? The questions kept plaguing her mind, her memory groggy.

Was he even a real photographer?

Kira sat up in bed, pulling the covers up around her midriff. The king bed seemed so empty. Her boyfriend was away for the weekend; thus, she had gratefully accepted a Friday night out with the girls. What would they think? Did they know? Would they tell him? Would he leave? Would she be forced to spend the rest of her nights alone in this big old bed?

Her mind kept racing with questions. Deciding sleep was beyond her for the night, she dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt. Aware of the neighbours and trying to not make any excess noise for a 2am Sunday morning, she crept out the apartment and into the street below. She began to walk towards where his office lay. Towards where she had posed for him in a drunken stupor only 24 hours before.

It took her twenty minutes of continuous stride to reach the office building. Sure enough, the signage proudly boasted the building to be the home of 'Maverick Magazine', a popular men's magazine full of sport, innuendo and scantily clad ladies. She had seen the magazine before, craftily hidden away under her little brothers' bed. What if he opened the pages and saw her?

Kira glanced around her. It was early. It was dark. Had anyone noticed her? Could she get into the building? Could she remember the room where he had stored her folder of photos? Could she take them? Would there be any other record? Was everything digital these days?

She remembered the twirl and flash of the camera after each shot. Damn it! How did it all work? Was she on a computer somewhere? Did the magazine have an online presence? Would she be one of those girls that got passed around via email? She felt sick.

She was still pondering her next move when a light flickered on. She gasped as she recognised the bald head of the European. He must be working late, she surmised. Did he have another girl in there? Had he already processed her pictures?

She swallowed deeply and gently tapped on the glass. The bald head swung around in surprised response to the intrusive noise. His eyes narrowed as he took in the figure before him, then, as he seemed to recognise her, his stare softened, and he relaxed. She wasn't a burglar.

Kira waited as he rose from his seat and made his way around the building to the front door, lights switching on, marking his progress on route to her waiting spot. Finally, the outside bulb spurred into action, temporarily blinding her as the door swung open.

'Back so soon?' He smirked.

'I came to talk to you about last night.' She stammered. 'I want the photos back.'

'Sorry love.' His accent cooed. 'You signed the paperwork and they are all ready for next month's episode.'

'Oh.'

'Relax.' He reassured her. 'You looked gorgeous. You loved the camera! I've never shot someone so willing! I'm sure you'll be a big hit, and this will be the start of a new career. It's all you spoke about last night!'

'I want them back.' She sulked, not sure what to do. 'I don't want to be seen like that.'

He shrugged in response. 'Sorry love.'

'Can I at least see them?'

He pondered her request then once again shrugged. 'Sure, I think you'll like them.'

He took her into the offices and lead her down a hallway towards the room where she had first noticed the light. It was a different room to the one she had been in the night before.

He walked over to the computer and pressed a few buttons. Her heart sunk as she realised there was a digital copy. Kira watched as he clicked through a series of folders before clicking open the one marked "Kira Murphy, 23."

Kira gasped as the images filled the screen. There she was, in various stages of undress, in full pose. She grabbed the mouse and clicked on the first image; she was in her underwear with a finger on her lips as if quieting the crowd. The words across the screen read "Kira has a secret to share."

'You used my real name?' She asked aloud, shocked.

'Yes, you wanted to launch your career, remember? Seemed silly to call you someone else.' He replied.

'Have you printed any of these?' She asked tentatively.

'Yes, we took 30 to 40 shots and narrowed it down to about nine. We've printed the best ones and run a strip tease type narrative about you coming from the unknown and wanting to become a star. You're the cover girl of Aprils edition and that includes four pages in the middle.'

'And I signed off on this?'

'You sure did.' He said, throwing a piece of paper in front of her. Kira recognised her signature as sketchy as it appeared.

'Shit.'

Kira clicked on to the next image. In this, she only barely covered her breasts with one hand while her remaining limb was brought to her lips, in a seductive and suggestive suckling pose. The third pose depicted her topless with hands on hips in an almost warrior-like taunt, her chest bare and for all to see. The caption read; "The secret is beginning to unravel."

The following couple of clicks depicted her in various suggestive poses. She groaned as she noticed a photo towards the end of the series, she was bent over with her backside pointing towards the camera. Her skimpy underwear barely covering her cheeks. The caption, rather cheekily, read; "Every tale has a backstory".

She grimaced as she clicked onto the next image, she was fully nude in this scene with her back still to the camera. She had managed to put a hand between her legs to cover her most intimate areas, however, the picture left little to the imagination. She read the caption accompanying the penultimate photo; "Kira wants to be a star. Let's all get behind her."

The final photo depicted her naked, upon her knees, legs slightly spread. Her chest and nipples were bare and front and centre. She was leaning forward, centralising her chest but the photo was taken in such a way, it faded, almost censoring between her legs. You could just make out the dark line of her airstrip trimming but nothing distinguishable beyond that. She had a soft pose, mouth slightly agape, almost pleading. The words scrawled across the page, rather fittingly, read; 'She will do anything to keep her secret hidden."

'So, will you?' He asked.

Kira brought her eyes away from the screen and couldn't help but catch a glimpse of a sudden bulge in the Europeans pants. He had clearly been aroused viewing the images.

'Will I what?' She asked, suspiciously.

'Do anything to keep your secret?' He emphasised the "anything" part.

'What are you suggesting?'

'Well, I'm happy to keep these and put them in the next publication but you seem to want to keep yourself hidden. Maybe we can reach an agreement?'

Kira couldn't help but look at his bulging pant region. She felt a sudden sense of power. Was she in control here? Could she persuade him from publishing her photos? What did he want from her?

'An agreement where I get all the photos back?' She asked. 'Every last one. Nothing is published, and everything you have is deleted?'

'If I do that for you, what will you do for me?' He responded.

'What do you want me to do?' She asked, a little concern creeping into her voice.

'Well, I liked that last photo.'

'Of me on my knees?' Kira glanced at his groin again. Was it worth it? Could she keep a secret? What was worse, the photos or satisfying another man? What would her boyfriend think? Would he ever know? Could she keep it from him?

'Yes. Especially the naked bit.'

Kira contemplated her options. He had already seen her naked so that didn't bother her, but could she really bring her lips to satisfy him? If she let the images get published, she'd have no choice but to explain the naked session to her boyfriend, her friends, her mother and father, her little brother! She didn't want anyone to see her that way. Her boyfriend had always been jealous of other men who leered at her. He'd be furious knowing she was being permissively ogled by thousands of men, amusing themselves to her images. If she could persuade this man, by any means, to destroy the evidence, she would be the only know to ever know of the night before. She'd only have to keep her own mouth closed.

"Open my mouth once and then keep it closed forever." She mused.

'I want you to delete the photos first.' She told him firmly, her first acknowledgement that she would abide by his crude solution.

'Not a chance.' He laughed. 'I wasn't born yesterday, dear.'

'You want me to trust you?' She admonished.

The pair stared at each other, contemplating their next move. Finally, he broke the silence.

'Let's make a deal.' He started. 'You get undressed while I organise the online files. Once you're naked, I'll delete the folder for you to see. We don't need it again anyway. That leaves just the printed images. If you do as I want, you can walk out with the photos and take all evidence with you. If you can't do what I require, then I keep the photos and will simply scan them back into the online directory, ready for April.'

Kira was about to nod before recognising the tone of his voice. Even with his accent, she noted the change, almost sinister.

'What is it you require?' She nervously explored.

'I want you naked, on your knees, palms flat out upon the floor.' He smiled, involuntary readjusting his pants where his manhood clearly strained to be released. 'You won't need your hands.'

Kira mentally prepared the position, suddenly aware that he was to have all control over her mouth.

'If you move your hands.' He continued. 'Before I finish, then the deal is off.'

Kira's eyed widened as she understood his intentions. Could she manage him? How big was he? Would he be rough on her? She had taken her boyfriend deep down her throat before, but he had always been gentle with her. Too gentle she thought. Shit, did she want this?

Without acknowledging him, Kira began to strip. 'Get the images together.' She said, taking off her shirt. I'm going to watch you do it.'

'And I'm going to watch you.' He smiled.

'Wait.' She said, fingers on her bra. 'Let's put this on paper.'

'You want to sign a deal where you suck yourself free?' He sneered.

'Write that you won't publish any images of me and sign it.' Kira stated. 'You can give it to me with the printed photos.'

He shrugged. 'Fine.' He replied, opening a word document and tapping away at the keyboard.

Kira stood in just her bra and jeans as a nearby printer whirred into action. She watched as he grabbed a pen, scribbled at the bottom of the page and handed it to her. Satisfied with what she read, she removed her bra, allowing her bust to bounce free.

He looked her up and down and smiled. 'This will be fun.' He confided, almost to himself. He quickly put the contents of her drive together, aware of her spying eyes, watching as he pressed delete.

'There.' He said. 'It's done. Get on your knees.' He demanded, callously.

Kira felt a wave of excitement rush through her. She had never been spoken to in such a way. She felt demeaned and dirty, yet it oddly turned her on. This was new to her. Should she push him? Did she want him to be rough on her? She defiantly stared into his eyes while she remained standing, slowly undoing the zipper upon her jeans and allowing the garment to slowly fall from her legs. She stepped out of the denim and remained standing before him. Cladded in just her underwear, thankful she had bothered to put on some when she left the apartment.

She watched his eyes carefully as he surveyed her body. Who was controlling who here?

He surprised her by removing his own pants and immediately followed with his underwear. His erection sprung free and stood proud, free from restraint. Whatever control she may have had vanished as she gawked at his manhood, a thick production of approximately nine inches, far bigger than anything she had ever experienced before. Her knees felt weak. Was that a rush of excitement? Was her body reacting favourably?

Kira couldn't keep her eyes off his member as she lost abandon and removed her underwear, ensuring he got a good view of her body. She theatrically stepped away from him and slowly knelt, dramatically placing her hands flat upon the carpeted floor and, with her back arched slightly, looked up at him. Her body language was almost daring. She knelt prone and ready, her eyes now locked upon his pulsating python.

He paused and watched her little show. 'Tell me you want it.' He demanded.

'I want it.' Kira surprised herself by responding without delay. Did she really? Was she damp in anticipation?

'Tell me you want me to choke you with my cock.' His words were harsh yet sent a shiver throughout her spine.

'I want you to choke me.'

'Say it as if you mean it. Say it like a slut.'

Kira looked up at the man standing over her. 'I want you to shove that big cock down my throat. I want to gag on you.' She half pleaded, half demanded. Her body twitched.

He took a few steps towards her and planted his manhood on her lips, stopping so just the tip touched her skin. He peered at her while she breathed him in. 'What do you want?' He again asked her.

Kira opened her mouth to reply, finding she almost craved the dirty talk, however, the second her lips parted, he thrust himself forward, cutting off her words with his engorged member.

She immediately felt a gagging sensation as the rock-hard tip hit the back of her throat. Her hands almost lifted off the carpet, but she regained herself and resisted the urge to repel the intrusion. He had himself within her throat, a few inches still appeared between her lips and his chest. He lingered briefly, allowing her to breathe through her nose before he withdrew himself partly and drove back forward.

Kira opened her mouth as wide as she could, his thickness causing her lips to part beyond the normal rotation. Her mouth clamped over his width as her throat dealt with his unfounded length. All the while she kept her hands still.

A gargling sound emanated as he increased his thrusting. She struggled to find breath in-between the assault but as his thrusting became routine, she started to settle into the sensation. Was she enjoying this? Did she have an urge to touch herself while he had his way with her mouth? She kept her hand still, not wanting to ruin the deal or justify his behaviour by showing enjoyment or arousal.

He withdrew himself from her and she was momentarily empty. Using the break, she filled her lungs, ready for the next wave.

He positioned himself so that he could grab the back of her head, holding her steady and giving himself extra support, he pushed himself fully within her oral cavity.

Kira felt as his erection entered her mouth, she moved her tongue so that it slid over the entire length of his shaft. She enjoyed the salty taste of his skin as it stretched at her tonsils, sliding down the back of her throat. Her lips pushed forward and met his hairy chest. He held the back of her head in place, forbidding her any release or retreat. With his free hand, he massaged her throat, running a finger along his shaft, protruding through her neck like a new-found Adam's apple.

He half withdrew before pushing himself back in. He moved his hand to her forehead and begun to thrust back and forth, each stroke deeper and faster. Every so often Kira felt his testicles thwack against her chin. Her body twitched with every slap.

Suddenly, her airwaves were clear as he withdrew himself, panting he stared at her. 'Where does the slut want me to finish?'

'Wherever you want.' She replied before noticing her glared at her. He wanted her to talk dirty. What did he want to hear?

She looked into his eyes. 'I want you to push your big, hard cock down my throat until I feel your balls swell. I want you to punish my mouth until you can't stand anymore.' She watched as his eyes widened in surprise appreciation and excitement. 'I want you to cum on my tongue. I want to taste every drop of you.' She concluded, sticking her tongue out for emphasis. Her body quivered with anticipation. She had never uttered such words. She had never wanted such a conclusion, but her devilishness had erupted. She wanted him to use her.

With her tongue still sticking out, he roughly pushed his way past her outstretched appendage, his member again filling her orifice. He feverishly thrust in and out of her mouth, each foray forward propelling deep and rough down her throat. She found herself swaying in rhythm with his thrusting, craving the sound of his stones against her chin, enjoying the sensation as her throat enclosed upon him.

Kira allowed him to use her and with every foray forward, her own body quivered. Her eyes watered, and her legs itched. It took all her willing to not bring her hands up from upon the carpet. She wanted to touch herself, let her fingers wander while he probed. Yet, she felt obliged to obey his commands. Unusually submissive, she felt exalted.

A low groan escaped his lips and she knew he was ready. With her hands still flat upon the floor, she stuck out her tongue and looked up at him.

He stroked himself just an inch from her face, his tip pointed towards her outstretched tongue. She licked her tongue back and forth, inviting him to send a wave of relief down her passageway.

With one shuddering groan, he came.

Kira kept her tongue out as his fluid splashed across her face, into her mouth and down her throat. She tasted every drip as stream upon stream landed upon her. Kira's tongue took most of the torrent, the goo pooling upon her outstretched organ, her taste buds tingling and covered while she swallowed each passing load. Her body twitched, and she had to fight every urge to bring a hand between her legs, seemingly gracious at bringing about his conclusion.