Title: Christina’s Photoshoot
Author: Alec Draven.
Celeb involved: Christina Aguilera.
Story codes: MF, nc, oral, anal, mDom, BDSM.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, as in did not happen. (Though we all wish that it had.)
By: Alec Draven.
Christina Aguilera was doing a photo shoot that showed her handcuffed to a overhead bar wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie.
I was working as the photographer and liked what I was seeing. “That’s it Christina. Look at the camera. Make me want you.”
“Like what you see?” She asked, giving this very
“It’s all I can do to stop from ripping your clothes off now.”
“You’re supposed to be a professional.” Christina teased.
“But I’m only human. Not a lot of people would be willing to pose like that.” I snapped another picture.
“That’s why they pay me what they do. I got balls.” Christina claimed.
“I highly doubt that, but still feel the need to look for myself.”
She laughed. “You know how many albums I’m going to sell after this shoot?”
I snapped another picture and put the camera away. “I guess we’ll find out. That was the last shot.”
I walked toward her. “You know why not many people would be willing to pose like that?”
Christina looked puzzled. “Why is that?”
I moved closer. “Because it would be so easy for me to do this.” And I snapped the cuffs tighter around her wrists so she couldn’t get out.
She frowned, “Ha ha, very funny. Now knock it off.”
“And then I could do this.” I rubbed her breasts through her purple bra.
She started to look worried. “OK, you’ve had your laugh and your feel.”
“Not yet I haven’t.” I reached around her body and unhooked her bra, watching as it fell away from her body.
She was desperate. Her breathing was rapid and a light sweat covered her body, making it shine in the light. “You stop now and no one will find out about this. Nothing will happen to you.”
I rubbed her left breast. “Is that a threat?”
She was panicking now. “People go to jail for this all the time.”
I kissed her neck. “I would do the time with a smile on my face.” As I talked I worked my way down her body until I was sucking on her tits. My hand rubbed her thigh and worked its way up her leg.
She kicked at me. I managed to stop her leg and just smiled. “That’s right. I forgot about these.” I went back to my props trunk that I had gotten the handcuffs from and pulled out a rope. I then used it to tie her legs apart.
“Now where was I? Oh yes,” I began to rub her leg again, “I was here.”
Tied and helpless, there was nothing Christina could do to stop me from exploring her body. My hand continued up until it was rubbing her pussy through her panties.
She was very wet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No! No I’m not!” She was gasping now.
I slipped my hand into her panties and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She bucked her hips against my hand.
“Your lips say ‘No’, your body says ‘Yes’.” I continued to finger her pussy while my tongue explored her sensitive breasts.
After a while I could feel she was close to cuming so I stopped, enjoying the disappointed moan that escaped her lips.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked her, knowing the answer already of course.
She didn’t answer, just stood there shaking. A sheen of sweat running between her breasts.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked again.
She barely whispered, “Yes.”
“What was that?” I asked, leaning in closer.
This time she said it more clearly “Yes.”
“Beg for it.” I had her in my power and I knew it.
She knew it too. “Please Master,” She whimpered, “Let me cum.”
Smiling, I ripped her panties off, exposing her sex to the open air. I then got down and licked her folds, tasting her juices.
“Please let me cum Master.” She moaned.
I laughed, “I don’t think so. I think this has been about you long enough.”
I unlocked the handcuffs and pushed her down to the ground, tying her wrists to her ankles. I then pulled out my stiff cock and stepped in front of her face.
“Suck me off and I’ll let you go.” I told her.
She bowed her head, resigned to her fate, and took the tip of my dick into her mouth. I then began to slide myself down her throat, fucking her face.
Just as I was about to cum, she pulled away, leaving me at the edge. “Why did you do that?” I asked.
“Do you want to cum?” She asked me, copying me perfectly.
I saw right away what she was trying to do. She was trying to regain at least some control of the situation.
“Using my own tactics against me.” I untied her hands from her legs and recuffed them to the overhead bar. “I’ll show you what happens when slaves think they have power.”
“What would that be?” Christina asked with a large smile on her face. The smile disappeared when she felt my cock at her ass. “No! Not there! Please not there.” She begged. “I’ll suck you off, just not there.”
I laughed and prepared to enter her. “Sorry Christina, you already had a chance to do that.” And with that I pushed my hips forward impaling her tight ass on my rod.
Her shrill scream filled the entire room as I fucked her ass. In and out until eventually my cum filled her hole.
I pulled out and got dressed again. As I was getting ready to leave I grabbed my camera and, pulling out a spare roll of film, snapped two dozen pictures of naked Christina from a dozen different angles for my own personal collection. I then exited the room, leaving Christina there for someone else to find.