Danneel’s Photo Shoot Experience
By: Doctor Doom
Celeb: Danneel Harris
Codes: MF, cons, nc, bond, mDom, oral, anal, impreg
Disclaimer: This is fiction, fantasy, etc. The events of this story never happened, nor are they likely to ever happen. If you are under the age of 18, or not capable of understanding this story isn’t real stop reading immediately.
Danneel Harris had been posing nearly all day for her upcoming photo spread in a well-known men’s magazine. She knew she probably wouldn’t be the cover girl this time around, since Avril Lavigne
was also slated to be in the issue, but she thought the shots she’d been giving the photographer throughout the day would turn out pretty hot. She was hoping that the photographer would finish up soon. The weather had been nice and warm all day in the California Mountains, but the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was starting to cool off, and it would get even colder once the sun went down.
Danneel leaned back in the back seat of the Firebird convertible, which actually belonged to the photographer, and pretended to pull down her jean shorts, revealing her thin black thong. Mark, the photographer snapped off several shots.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Mark said as he looked at the images on his camera, “my dick got hard with that pose. Any guy who sees these will totally want to fuck you.”
Danneel rolled her eyes. Throughout the day she had gotten use to Mark’s offhand comments, and it wasn’t like it was anything new since he had done her shoots before for the magazine. He knew she had a boyfriend and there was no way in hell he was ever going to come close to fucking her, but it wasn’t like she was going to tell him to stop telling her how sexy she looked. She did look hot, and she knew it. And Mark was right, she wanted the guys who looked at her spread to get a hard on and fantasize about her, after all it was good for her career. Besides, she knew Mark was all talk and nothing could possibly happen as long as her agent and the makeup artist were still hanging around.
“Alright now, sweet tits, why don’t you slide up to the front seat so I can get a couple of shots of your pretty face and those nice big tits of yours,” Mark said.
Danneel just took a deep breath, smiled, and moved to the front seat. She sat in the driver’s seat and looked toward the camera. Mark took several more shots of the pretty redhead.
Back away from the car a cell phone rang. It was Sally’s phone, Danneel’s agent. Sally answered her phone and got a pissed off look on her face. Walking over to her client and the perverted photographer she said, “Something’s come up. I’ve got to fly to New York tonight. Are you almost done here, Mark? Danneel is a busy girl.”
“You mean she’s got somewhere other than here that she needs to be,” Mark quipped.
“No, it’s just that I don’t want my client wasting her time. Do you have enough shots or not?”
“I could probably take a few more,” he answered, “it gives the editors more to choose from.”
“Okay, well look, I’ve really got to go. It can’t wait,” Sally said impatiently.
“It’s okay, Sally,” Danneel butted in, “if you have to go, I understand. I’ve got my rental car here, and I know the way back.”
“Well, if you’re sure you’re okay staying here by yourself, I guess I’ll go.”
“I’m sure,” Danneel smiled.
“Okay then, I guess I’ll go. I’ll call you tomorrow to find out how everything turned out,” Sally said as she started walking back to her car.
“Sounds good,” Danneel smiled and yelled after her. Sally could be so funny sometimes, but she did have other clients and sometimes they also required her attention.
Sally got in her car and drove off, just as Tyler, the makeup artist, came walking over. “How come she gets to go home,” Tyler said in a huff.
“Because she’s not a total fag,” Mark said, “and besides, someone has to stay and fix Danneel’s makeup, even though the guys who buy our magazine are probably more interested in her tits and ass. Well, the straight guys anyway.”
“Doesn’t he ever bother you,” Tyler asked Danneel.
“Not really, I have a boyfriend, and Mark’s all talk.”
“Well, let me see your makeup,” Tyler said as he looked at her face. “It’s fine, Mark, so I don’t think you’ll need me. It’s starting to get cold, can I please go?”
“Fine, go you queer. That way I can have my way with this hot little redhead.”
Danneel rolled her eyes once again.
“Oh please,” Tyler said as he turned to leave, “like she’d even let you try.”
“You never know,” Mark laughed.
“Oh, I know,” Tyler said as he got in his car and drove off.
Looking at Danneel with a broad grin, Mark said, “So now that we’re all alone, what do you want to do now, baby?”
“Yeah right, Mark, get real,” Danneel said. “Tyler was right, it’s getting cold, and I’ve been prancing around in my underwear all day. Let’s just finish up and get the hell out of here. How many more shots do you need?”
“I think one more outfit change should be enough. How about you put on that gold bikini you brought with you, we’ll get a few shots of you looking under the hood, and we’ll call it a day.”
“Sounds good,” Danneel said as she opened the door of the car and got out. “I’ve been waiting to wear that one all day,” she smiled.
“I’m sure you’ll look sexy,” Mark grinned. “Hurry and go get changed so we can finish up and get the hell out of here.”
“No arguments from me,” the redhead said as she hurried over to her rental car.
Mark just smiled and watched her as she ran to her car, enjoying the way her tight little ass jiggled as she jogged away.
Stepping over to his camera bag, Mark pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He didn’t know why he carried the cuffs around; it wasn’t like he ever had a reason to use them, but he couldn’t in his wildest dreams have ever thought he’d actually get a chance to be alone with Danneel. Now that he was, one way or another he was going to get what he wanted, and the cuffs just might end up proving to be of some use. He put the handcuffs in his back pocket and grabbed his leather jacket. Tyler was a fag, but he was right about the temperature cooling off. Mark put his jacket on and got his camera ready for the last shots of the day.
Danneel had stepped behind her rental car where Mark couldn’t see to change outfits. Not that she really had to worry about anyone other than Mark seeing her. Up here on the mountain road, no cars had come by all day long. She finished putting on her bikini and then slipped on a pair of sexy high heels. Damn she looked hot, she thought as she looked at herself in the side mirror on her rental car. Just then the wind picked up slightly, reminding her that she was wearing a bikini and the temperature was starting to drop. It was time to finish her hard day’s work. Fifteen more minutes of Mark’s offhand comments, a few more sexy poses, and she’d be ready to go back to her hotel and take a long hot bath.
Stepping out from behind her rental, Danneel walked back over to Mark and the Firebird. “What do you think,” she asked and gave a little turn so he could see her hot body in the shiny gold bikini.
“I’m thinking I might just have to bend you over the hood of the car right now and smoke that hot little ass,” he said.
Danneel didn’t really know how to respond to his comment. Mark had always spouted off lewd remarks toward her, but he had never been quite as bold as his last statement.
Seeing the look of confusion on her face Mark knew he needed to say something to get Danneel to feel safe and trust him, “Relax, I’m just kidding.”
“Oh, well, okay, sorry it’s just been a long day,” Danneel said, trying not to think of Mark as too big of a creep.
“Hey, no worries. Alright, so I said I wanted to get a few shots of you looking under the hood,” he said as he walked over to the car and popped the hood.
Danneel walked over in front of the car as Mark opened up the hood.
“Okay, Danneel, why don’t you just kind of hold the hood up, and look sexy like you always do while I take a few shots.”
“I can do that,” she said as she put a hand up to hold the hood.
Mark took a few steps back and snapped off several photos. Danneel didn’t seem to be as interested in posing for the camera as she had been earlier. Mark could tell that the shots he was taking weren’t nearly as sexy as the ones he had gotten earlier in the day. “Come on, what’s wrong baby? You’re not still mad about what I said are you,” he asked her.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that it’s practically freezing out here. I mean I’m in a bikini for god’s sake.”
Just then, Mark got an idea. Taking off his jacket, he handed it to her. “Here, put this on,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I think it’ll look hot. You’ll stay a little warmer, we’ll get the shots we need, and we can be done.”
“Alright, thanks,” she said as she took his jacket and put it on. Maybe Mark wasn’t such a creep after all.
Feeling a lot warmer, Danneel was able to pose for the camera in a much more sexy fashion. It only took a few minutes for Mark to get the shots he’d need to send in to the editors.
“How’s that,” Danneel asked.
“Damn, you sure look good looking under the hood. Maybe I can look under yours.”
“Oh please. Get over it,” Danneel rolled her eyes.
“Hey just kidding. Besides, a guy’s got to try. I mean, when else am I going to be out in the middle of nowhere with a woman as hot as you?”
“So are we done,” Danneel asked, shaking her head.
“Yeah, we’re done. Go ahead and slam the hood.”
Danneel slammed the hood down, and Mark went to put his camera away. Danneel started thinking about the way Mark always hit on her. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, but she did have a boyfriend. Of course her boyfriend wasn’t here at the moment. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking this way. Mark’s comments did make her feel sexy though. She knew she really couldn’t be thinking this way. The more she thought about it, the hornier she was making herself. She could feel her vagina starting to moisten. She hoped Mark wouldn’t notice in anyway. She’d be so embarrassed if her pussy juices seeped through her bikini bottom and started to trickle down her sexy toned legs.
“It’s cold out here,” she said.
“I can think of one way to warm you up,” Mark replied over his shoulder.
“I bet you could,” she said and then let a strange silence between the two of them develop.
Danneel sat on the hood of Mark’s Firebird. As Mark stood up, feeling like she had to say something to break the silence, she asked him, “So Mark, how long do you think it’ll be before I get to see the shots.”
“Oh, I don’t know, probably tomorrow,” he said as he turned around. “I guess you’re done with my jacket now, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks for letting me borrow it,” she said as she started to take it off.
“Hey, no problem. The shots turned out hot, and it’s probably got your smell inside it now. I can take it home and jerk off to your scent.”
“That’s a little gross,” she blushed, not sure if she should really feel comfortable with him saying something like that.
“Oh, sorry. On second thought, you just keep the jacket. I wouldn’t want you to be weirded out or anything.”
“I think it’s really a little late for that,” Danneel giggled. “But seriously, you know I have a boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah, and I also know he’s not here at the moment.”
“We really couldn’t have any sort of relationship.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?”
“So, you really think I’d just let you fuck me?”
“I’m hoping,” Mark said as he stepped in front of her.
“This could only be a one time thing,” Danneel said as she leaned back on the hood of the car.
“You never know, you might decide to call me some time.”
“Not likely,” she giggled. “But like you said, when else are you going to be out in the middle of nowhere with me all to yourself?”
“I’m not sure if that’s exactly what I said,” he said as he leaned over her hot body.
“Whatever, here’s your chance,” she said as she pulled him down toward her and let their lips meet in a warm passionate kiss.
Mark realized maybe he wouldn’t have to use his handcuffs. If Danneel was going to be so willing, he’d just roll with it and see how far she’d let him go.
Danneel placed her feet up so they were resting on the front bumper of the car. Mark made his way away from her lips and planted soft kisses on her neck, causing her body temperature to rise. Danneel began to pant even faster when he made his way from her neck to her breasts, pulling her bikini top down so it revealed her nice round breasts. Cupping them gently one at a time in his hand, he gave them a gentle squeeze and covered them with wet sloppy kisses before slowing down to place her erect nipples in his mouth one at a time. Swirling his tongue around her nipples, he could feel her body beginning to react to his every touch more and more, her chest heaving at him in a way that said she wanted more.
“Go farther. Go farther down,” Danneel breathed heavily as she ran her hands through Mark’s hair and forced him down toward her stomach and beyond.
“Well, looks like I wasn’t the only one fantasizing,” Mark said as he realized how wet Danneel already was.
“Shut up. Just keep going,” Danneel said as he pulled her thong down off of her hips and slid it off of her legs, dropping it to the ground.
“Of course,” he said as he leaned forward and began to insert his tongue into her nicely shaven, inviting, dripping snatch.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned softly. “That’s it.”
Mark made his tongue dart in and out of Danneel for a few moments until her clit finally started to jut forward. Humming softly, and causing warm vibrations to run through her little nub and move through the rest of her body, Mark slowly started to squeeze her clit softly with his lips.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, yeeeaahhhhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhhhnnnnnn,” Danneel moaned as she arched her back up off the hood of the car in ecstatic bliss and orgasmed, spraying her warm juices all over Mark’s face.
Standing up over her again, and wiping his face off, Mark undid his belt, opened his jeans, and let them fall to his ankles, while Danneel laid on the hood of the car catching her breath. “You’re turn,” he said as his erect cock sprung free from his boxers as he slid them off.
Sliding down off the hood, Danneel looked at his hard shaft and then looked back up at him. “Okay, but I don’t let guys cum in my mouth. Tell me when you’re about to go.”
“Fine, I’m sure I can think of somewhere else to stick it.”
“I’m sure you can too,” she grinned and leaned forward, slowing taking in his whole length. She let him go balls deep into her throat, and then gently grabbed his testicles in one hand, flicking them lightly.
“Ooohhh god,” Mark moaned as Danneel started to slide her head back and forth along his shaft while continuing to massage his balls. Running his hands through her soft red hair and looking down at how she was gliding along his shaft, Mark knew he wouldn’t last long. She had told him to tell her when he was about to go, which he wasn’t exactly thrilled with, but he didn’t want to screw up this dream situation he found himself in.
“Um, Danneel, you might want to stop now,” he said weakly.
“Already,” she said as she pulled back and looked up at him.
“Hey, your rules. But like I said, I’m sure I can think of somewhere else to stick it.”
Standing up and leaning back onto the hood of the Firebird, Danneel looked at Mark. “I don’t suppose you brought a condom, did you?”
“Uh, no sorry.”
Shaking her head in a somewhat disappointed fashion, Danneel said, “Look Mark, I’ll let you stick it in my pussy, but you can’t cum unless you have a condom. I don’t even let my boyfriend cum inside me without a condom. I don’t want to get pregnant, you understand, don’t you.”
With a long heavy sigh he answered, “Yeah, I understand, baby.” If he had known having an intimate moment with this woman was going to involve so many of her damn rules, he would’ve been a whole lot more dominant from the start he thought to himself.
“Good, come here then,” she said as she grabbed him and pulled him toward her once more, spreading her legs wide so he could slide in. “Uuuuuunnnhhhhhhh,” she let out a long soft moan and wrapped her legs around his waist, and propped herself up so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.
“You like that, don’t you,” Mark said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and stared into Danneel’s beautiful brown eyes.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, “that’s it. Get all the way up inside of me. Fuck me goooooooood,” she screamed as Mark began thrusting into her long and slow.
Mark was purposely thrusting slowly in and out of her body. He wanted to go faster, but he knew if he did, he’d blow his load inside of her in no time flat, which was exactly what she had told him not to do. However, the slow pace did allow him to enjoy the tight warmth of her snatch.
“Mooooooore, uuunh, uuuunhm uuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” Danneel screamed and came hard, which made Mark want to blow his load too.
It took all he had to hold back and pull out. He laid Danneel back down on the hood. She looked a little disappointed, probably because he hadn’t been able to stay up in her very long.
“You sure talk a good game, but you really aren’t shit, are you Mark,” Danneel said through her heavy breathing, and reached down to finger her sopping pussy. “Oooooooh,” she moaned again as she pleasured herself.
“Hey, you told me to pull out. You don’t let a guy cum in your mouth. Hell, I could understand if you didn’t swallow, but what do you expect me to do.”
Still laying on the hood and rubbing herself Danneel replied, “Fuck I don’t know. How about not being such a little bitch, get back in me, stay there for at least a little while, prove you’re a real man, and when you get ready to cum, pull out and shoot it on my stomach. Shit, even a little bitch like you should be able to do that.”
Mark had heard enough. Danneel wasn’t the only one here that was supposed to be enjoying the situation, and up to this moment he really hadn’t gotten the full benefits of such an experience. “That’s it, bitch,” Mark said as he climbed up on the hood and straddled Danneel’s chest.
“What the fuck are you doing,” she yelled.
Looking down at the beautiful redhead and squeezing her tits together, Mark told her what his plan was. “I can’t cum in your mouth, I can’t cum in your pussy, and I’m damn sure not just gonna be some little bitch who just blows a load on your stomach. So I guess the only thing left is to cum all over your tits.”
“What,” she tried to protest as Mark held her tits together and began sliding his cock between them.
With one of her breasts cupped in each hand, Mark massaged her nipples with his thumbs as he glided his cock between her luscious mounds. “Just try not to get too much on my face then,” Danneel said as she returned her hand back down to her sopping snatch and continued to rub herself.
“Get over it, would you,” Mark said as he continued to finally do something that he could truly enjoy to the full extent with this woman.
“Oh alright,” she said before giving into the pleasure she was causing herself, “Uuuuuunngghhhhm ughn, ughn, aaaaarrrrrggghghhhhh, fuuuuuckkkkk,” she moaned.
The ecstasy Danneel had been enjoying was enough to cause Mark to release his load, which was huge due to the fact that so much had built up by Danneel not letting him cum when he would’ve wanted to earlier. He sprayed his hot white seed all over her breasts, neck, chin, and mouth, with some even getting into her pretty red hair.
“Eww, that’s nasty,” she protested as he got up off of her and put his jeans back on.
“Sorry,” he said, “but you didn’t really give me much choice. If it makes you feel any better I probably came inside of my jacket since you’re still wearing it.”
She wiped his spunk off of her lips as she sat up on the hood looking at him and said, “Well, I guess I didn’t leave you much choice, and yeah I can tell you now that you’re gonna want to wash your jacket before you wear it again. But like I said, this is just a one-time thing. I guess I’ll get over getting titty fucked on the hood of your car.”
“Well then, I’m glad I have your forgiveness,” he said as he leaned toward her.
“Who said anything about forgiveness,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him toward her for another long passionate kiss. As they embraced, Danneel ran her hands down Mark’s back and down to his butt. She stuck her hands in his back pockets, and noticed the handcuffs he had stuck in the one pocket earlier. Pulling out the handcuffs, she held them up and backed off from their kiss. “What the hell are these,” she asked.
“Oh, those, I can explain,” Mark stammered.
“What, you’re a deputy policeman when you’re not a photographer?”
“No,” he said taking the handcuffs from Danneel.”
“What, are you in to some kind of kinky S and M shit?”
“Not exactly” he said trying to think of some way to explain the cuffs.
“Oh, let me guess, you were gonna chain me to the bumper if I didn’t just go along to having sex with you.”
Mark stood there for a moment speechless.
“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Danneel said as she got off the hood of the car and started to walk toward her rental.
“Hold on now, bitch,” he said as he grabbed her around the waist and forced her face first down on the hood of his car, “I tried to be nice. I was gonna just go ahead and play by your rules, but now we’re gonna try things my way.”
“What the fuck are you doing? Oooowwwwww,” she screamed as Mark pinned her hands behind her back and placed the handcuffs around her wrists.
Mark leaned down next to Danneel’s ear and let the severity of the situation she now found herself in sink in as he undid his pants. “What I’m doing is whatever the fuck I want. I don’t care if you don’t like it when a guy blows a load inside of you. I’m gonna bend you over the hood of my car, and smoke your hot little ass,” he said as he spread her ass cheeks apart and rubbed his stiffening cock along her crack.
“Nooooooo. Fuck you, dammit. Don’t you fucking dare,” Danneel screamed.
“You ever had a guy fuck your ass before, Danneel?”
“Yes,” she stuttered, trying not to cry, “I let my boyfriend do it every once in a while. But he always goes slow and uses some kind of lubricant.”
“Lubricant? Well, I think I can make that part happen at least,” Mark said as he spit on his hand and rubbed his saliva on his stiffening cock.
“Don’t you dare,” Danneel protested as she felt her ass cheeks spread apart and Mark’s cock begin to force it’s way into her anal passage, “Uuuuuuuggggghhhhh,” she moaned as he sank all the way in and held her in place on the hood.
“Finally, something I want to do,” Mark said as he rammed two fingers into Danneel’s snatch and began to double pump her. “
“Arrggghh, uhn, uhn, mmmmm, aaaarrggghhhhh,” Danneel screamed in vain. “Take your cock out of my ass you fucking bastard. Oh no, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, uuuunnnhhhh.”
Danneel was starting to breathe heavier and heavier as Mark forced his way deeper and deeper into her ass. As he pushed deeper into her anal passage he forced her snatch further onto his fingers. And the further he rammed his fingers up her snatch, the more he was able to force her ass back onto his cock.
Danneel started to violently shudder under Mark’s weight as another orgasm was about to make her body explode, “Nooooooo, don’t make me cuuuuuuuummmmmm. Uhn, you bastard, Uuuuuuuunnnnhhhhh, ooohhhh, aaaaaaggghhhhhh, uuuuuugggghhhhnnn,” she cried as she creamed all over Mark’s hand that was pumping her snatch. Mark still hadn’t blown his load, and Danneel hoped he would soon so this whole experience could just end. How had she ever gotten into this situation? If only she hadn’t let her imagination get the better of her and let herself get hooked by Mark’s come-ons to her.
Mark removed the fingers he had been using to finger Danneel’s snatch and wiped them off in her red hair. “Alright, Danneel,” Mark taunted her, “it’s finally time for me to blow a load up inside of you. I bet you wish you had let me do this earlier.”
“Nooooo,” she screamed. “Don’t cum in my ass.”
Mark pulled out of her, but held her in place so she couldn’t slide off the hood of the car. “Damn, I can’t cum in your mouth. I can’t cum in your pussy. Now, I can’t cum in ass. Well, alright,” he said as he spun her around and laid her back on the hood so she was now looking up at him, “let’s see, what should I do now?”
“Stopppppp, pleassssssse,” she screamed and begged.
“Almost, but not yet,” he said as he pulled her legs apart and rammed his cock into her snatch.
“Nooooooo,” she cried not being able to prevent him from sticking his cock into her. She knew he intended to blow a load inside of her. She should’ve just let him earlier. She now wished she had drank his cum, or even let him bottom out in her ass. Now though, she knew there was a very good chance he was going to get her pregnant.
“I bet you wish you’d cooperated a little more earlier, Danneel, don’t ya,” he taunted the actress as he viciously thrust in and out of her snatch and stared down at her.
“Uhhnnn, uuuhhnnnn, no mooooooore, pleasssssssse,” she pleaded with him. She knew it was no use. He was going to fuck her until he came inside of her. All she resigned herself to doing now was turning her head to the side, crying, trying not to make eye contact, and hoping it would all be over soon.
“Look at me bitch,” Mark said as he grabbed her hair and turned her face back toward him. “I want to see the look on your face when I cum inside of you,” he said as he held on to her hair, forcing her to look up at him.
“Nooooo, uuggh, uugh,uuhgghhh,” she screamed as he pounded away on her sensitive pussy. She just wished for it to end, but it seemed like her torment was lasting an eternity. She shouldn’t have taunted Mark earlier. Before he was eager to blow a load. Now though, he seemed to be purposely taking his time, trying to make her suffering last as long as possible.
“Here it all comes, Danneel,” Mark said as he increased his pace, furiously driving deeper and deeper into her warm, moist snatch.
“Nooooo, nooooo, nooooooooo, aaaaarrrrgghhhhh, aaarrgggggghhhh, uuuuhhhhnnnnnggggg,” she screamed and arched her back as she orgasmed one last time.
Mark’s knees buckled and he released a giant load up inside of Danneel’s snatch, sinking down on top of her body, and letting every last drop of his seed seep into her.
“Noooooo,” Danneel gave out a long soft whimper once Mark finally pulled out.
Mark got dressed and let Danneel just slide of the hood of the car. He went back over to his camera bag, grabbed his camera and snapped a few shots of the freshly ravaged actress with messy strands of cum hanging from her face, hair, breasts, and snatch. “Tell someone what happened, I dare you,” Mark taunted her as she curled up in a fetal position, “I’m sure people would love these last shots I took.”
Danneel just stayed curled in a ball crying, wondering what to do. Mark removed the handcuffs from her wrists and then ripped his jacket off of her body. Danneel was still lying on the ground when Mark got in his car and drove off.
It was cold, but the temperature was the least of Danneel’s worries. She had cheated on her boyfriend, possibly ruined her career, and maybe even gotten pregnant. When she finally had gathered herself together and walked over to her rental car, she realized after today, nothing would ever be the same.