Indian Harem - The Photoshoot

Recap: Suraj returns as a college drop-out to find that his father has remarried. Meanwhile, his brother has betrayed him by marrying Suraj's childhood crush, Jhanvi behind his back. He soon realizes that his brother, Kishore is having an affair with their sexy step-mother, Nora. Kishore is also actively planning to take over the family empire behind his father's back, teaming up with Ravi, his father's right hand man.

Despite attacks on his life by gangsters hired by Kishore and Ravi, and numerous obstacles in his way - Suraj ends up setting up a counter-plan for Kishore and Ravi - seducing and winning over both their wives along the way. Allying with his best friend Karan - he rescues Nora's sister Ileana from Ravi's clutches, followed by recruiting Vivaan - another one of Ravi's victims.

Now, With the decisive quarterly results coming up - Suraj moves in to take out his foes one by one. First was his brother, Kishore who he utterly broke by fucking both his sister-in-law Jhanvi, Kishore's wife and their step-mother Nora, Kishore's mistress before his eyes.

Next is Narayan - the shady accounts head; incharge of falsifying the company results. Needing new faces, Suraj teams up the our nerdy Vivaan and the voluptuous Ileana on an undercover mission to take him down. The two of them do a phenomenal job at taking him down - but at the same time Vivaan's heroic rescue makes Ileana fall for him.

With Suraj and the rest of the harem busy on their heist against Shah Rukh bhai (The gangster) - Vivaan and Ileana are left alone at the Moon Light resort. Vivaan having strict instructions from Nora to keep Ileana safe until Ravi is taken down.

Little do Suraj and Nora know what their undercover team is upto all alone at their paradise resort.

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"Ahhh... V-Vivaaannn... Ahhnnn..." Her loud moans filled the room, "God... Vivaaaannnn... Yes... Yes... AHHHHHH... FUCKKKKK... YES!"

It was early morning, and the sun was shining through the translucent curtains on the open French-door windows facing the sea. The sounds of gentle waves lapping at the beach outside were being drowned out by Ileana's primal screams of pleasure.

"Mmmhmmm... Y-you like that?" I grunted, spanking her ass as I slammed my cock into her from behind. She was holding on to the headboard with both hands for support. I had my hands on her hips to keep her in position. Her big tits jiggled and bounced in front of her as my thighs slammed into her ass with each thrust. I slapped her ass again and again, with the palm of one hand and then the other, making her cheeks blush.

"F-fuuuuccckkk... V-V-Vivaan... You're going to... ahhh... make me cum again!" She groaned; her voice filled with need. I could feel her walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me, milking me, as she thrust back into me to get there faster.

My groans mingled with the sound of her loud, breathless moans. Her body trembled as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. I could see her knuckles going white as she gripped the headboard tightly

"Cum for me... Cum for me now!" I growled, smacking her ass hard, as I slammed my cock even harder inside her.

"AHHHH... YESSSSSS... GODDDD... YESSSSS..." she screamed, throwing back her head and arching her back. She screamed out loud and squeezed the headboard even tighter when she came. Her fingers were gripping the edge so hard it seemed like she was going to break it.

Her body shook violently as she exploded around my cock, her pussy walls spasming around my shaft, pushing me over the edge as well. I held onto her hips tightly and pushed my cock deep into her pussy one last time before shooting load after load of my hot cum into her.

"FUUCCKKKK... II-ILEEENNAA... FUUCCCKKKKK!" I grunted, as the last drop of my cum oozed out of my cock and filled up her pussy. Her tits were bouncing gently now as my thrusts became long, slow, and calculated after I had finished cumming. I didn't want to get out of her just yet; I was enjoying myself so much.

"Oh... oh... ohmygod..." she whimpered softly, as her knees gave way and she fell forward. My cock slipped out and I fell onto the bed with her.

We both lay there panting heavily for a minute or two until she finally wiped a bead of sweat off her beautiful brow and rolled around to nuzzle up against me. I reached out for my inhaler and took one deep puff before wrapping my arm around her. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest and smiled when she kissed my cheek.

"Fuck #9..." she murmured, kissing my jaw, "I wonder how long I'll be able to keep count..."

"Number #10, if we count the fact that you came twice in that last one!" I corrected her, brushing back her hair and stroking her cheeks while she snuggled up closer.

Her beautiful face blushed a deep shade of red before breaking out into a cute little pout, "If you are going to count by the orgasms then we are probably on number #19 or so. You may have missed a few when you were busy spanking my ass. By the way, who spanks their girlfriend's ass while fucking her from behind!"

"Apparently I do. Especially when it is such a beautiful, spankable ass. What? You didn't like it?" I teased her.

"No... It was horrible," she lied and then broke down giggling, pinching my cheek, "I thought I had snagged a sweet little virgin-nerd for a boyfriend. Turns out, he is a naughty, pervy stud, who spanks his girlfriend and makes her cum again and again."

***

It had been a week since we had finished Suraj Bhaiya's and Mrs. Kapoor's mission. Seven days since I'd rescued Ileana from Narayan's clutches. Seven days since my first date with my now girlfriend. And seven days of non-stop, passionate, and lust-filled love making.

I had improved a LOT in the art of sex in such a short time. As they say, practice makes perfect, and I was getting a lot of practice; I mean really a lot. We were having sex like rabbits. Ileana couldn't keep her hands off me, and I couldn't keep my hands off her either. I loved every second of it!

But, even though Ileana seemed so much into me, I still felt a bit insecure sometimes. While I had gotten a bit fitter in the past few months, I was still a bit of a scrawny nerd with glasses, and that, at times, made me feel self-conscious. I had never been that much of a smooth talker, or the confident type like Suraj Bhaiya.

And Ileana was, well... Ileana! She was gorgeous, curvy, and sexy, with a figure that could make any man drool. Her big round tits, perfect hourglass figure, stunning smile with those pouty lips, long straight black hair, and her beautiful light blue eyes; she was literally model material. Standing tall at 5 '10", she was taller than me by several inches. That only added to her imposing beauty.

And while she initially seemed a bit shy when we first met, our little mission with Narayan had brought out her bold and confident side. I probably would have had one of my signature panic attacks if I had to approach her the traditional way. But the universe had smiled upon me and had dropped us together in such a way that things just clicked for us!

I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that she was MY girlfriend now! I felt like the I had won the biggest lottery in the world.

Over the last week, apart from the intense lovemaking, we had gone sightseeing, visiting all the nearby landmarks, and had spent hours walking on the beach every evening, just enjoying the sunset in each other's company. We had gone out to dinner, lunch, shopping, you name it. We were basically living in our own little bubble of happiness.

It was perfect until...

***

"Well, I'll be damned! Vivaan? Vivaan Chopra! Is that you, man? What the hell are you doing here?" A familiar, yet annoying voice that I remembered all too well, called me out.

'Not him!' I thought to myself, "Oh God, NOT HIM!" I was cringing inwardly as I looked around to see a face I hadn't seen for over two years now. It was Samar fucking Anand!

"Oh... Hi... Samar, fancy seeing you here," I mumbled, standing up to face him. All the while, thanking my lucky stars that Ileana had gone back to our Villa to change before we were to head out for some shopping.

"Come on, dude. You know it's just 'Sam!'" He replied with a laugh, walking up to me with that signature fake smile plastered all over his stupidly handsome face.

Samar Anand was the bane of my existence during my days in school. Like me, he also wanted to be a photographer. A passion that he said he got from his uncle, Nikunj Anand, the famous glamour photographer, the one who shot photos of all the Bollywood stars. But unlike me, Samar had all the connections and resources on his side. I was only counting on luck, which was a failing strategy.

Tall, well-built, handsome, charismatic, and rich; he was sort of my polar opposite. I guess when I showed him up on many photography contests, that didn't go well with him and his ego. He started to make my life miserable, to the point of even sabotaging my chances at some really good internships. If anyone in the world made me feel insecure, it was him. He took away my confidence.

And here he was, intruding on my perfect paradise.

"Sam... how... uh... how are you doing?" I muttered awkwardly, looking towards the entrance, hoping that Ileana would not show while he was here.

"I am on the job, dude, you see. Uncle's got a shoot planned here for the next few days. He's checking us in," Sam chuckled and patted my back, "What about you? Does shooting at wedding functions and birthday parties earn enough to pay for all this? I still follow you on Insta - I loved that 'Rinku's 10th Birthday' story! It was a classic."

I cringed at his not-so-subtle insult, and just nodded my head politely, "Oh, yeah... well, this is more of a..."

"Hey, speaking of your Insta..." He didn't even let me finish. He continued, "I remember seeing a lot of pics of these two gorgeous babes in your Navratri collection!" He was ignoring what I had to say. "Damn! They were smokin' hot! Do you remember them? It was a few months ago. Any chance you got their handles or something. Uncle's always on the lookout for some fresh faces."

I blushed as I realized who he was talking about. I had posted the photos from my Navratri event, and my collection had contained the photos I took of Pooja and Jhanvi Didis! Only the ones of them dancing, of course! Suran Bhaiya would have killed me if it was anything else.

"Err... Yeah... I mean, no..." I began but Sam cut me off again.

"What am I saying? Our Vivaan talking to a girl!" he chuckled, "Now that I think about it, they were way, way out of your league anyways. It must've been a lucky photo opportunity to catch them with your camera. Although, you made it look like you knew them."

I smirked inwardly as I remembered that night. If only Sam knew that I had gotten a double-blowjob from both of those smokin' hot babes that night! I almost got lost in my thoughts of that night for a moment before Sam's next words brought me right back to the present.

"Oh, fuck... Now that is what I am talking about! Look at that banging little hottie!" Sam suddenly cried out, staring at the entrance with his jaw dropping all the way to the floor.

I turned around, already having a sinking feeling, knowing that it would be Ileana. And there she was, looking like an absolute vision of beauty.

She was wearing a sexy white summer dress we had bought just yesterday. The one with the spaghetti straps that barely hid her gorgeous breasts, showing off ample cleavage. The dress barely reached mid-thigh, showing off her long, toned legs and hugging all of her perfect curves. She had her hair tied back in a cute ponytail, finishing off her killer outfit with a pair of sexy high heels!

"God! It's like she walked straight out of Maxim! I could see her looking absolutely killer in a red bikini with those assets! She's got to be at least an F-cup! Damn!" Sam muttered under his breath as he turned to stare at Ileana, leering at her, ogling her body without a hint of shame. "Uncle will kill me if I don't get her for his shoot! Or I'll kill myself if I don't get her number for myself!"

Ileana, however, was still some distance away, looking around for me. However, in a fit of panic over introducing my girlfriend of barely a week to a handsome jock like Samar, I ducked behind a pillar, frantically taking out my phone, and typing out a hasty message to her, hoping that she would read it and head back, "Meet me in our room!"

And then not even bothering to interrupt Sam's ogling session, I made a dash towards the beach exit on the back. I couldn't risk her spotting me and walking over to the table!

I trusted Ileana completely, but I had seen players like Sam work their magic on girls many times before. And no matter how much Ileana said she liked me--I mean we had just met a week before--I had no confidence that I could hold on to her. Any girl, including Ileana, would dump a nerd like me for a chance at dating a hotshot jock like him. Afterall, she was way WAY out of my league, and I knew it.

'Just keep your head down, avoid him all weekend, and everything will go great!' I thought to myself. But unfortunately, fate had other plans...

***

"Hey... How did you return without me seeing you on the way?" Ileana asked me, popping back into the Villa around fifteen minutes later! I had been anxiously pacing about our room, wondering what was taking her so long.

"Oh... I... err... just took the back gate from the beach," I lied to her, "I forgot the car keys."

"Well, before we head out, what do you think?" Ileana asked, twirling around with a little grin, making her summer dress flow outwards around her, like in a dance move.

"Think? About what?" I was still lost in my thoughts about Samar and didn't really catch the question.

"My outfit, silly!" Ileana laughed, stepping over and smacking me playfully on my shoulder. "It's the one we bought yesterday. The one you said you loved, dumbo! Don't tell me you already forgot."

"Oh... yeah! Yeah, it looks great," I nodded, smiling at her, "I love it!"

"You should..." she laughed, pinching my cheeks, "I bought it especially for you."

"I really like it. You look amazing," I told her honestly and with a twinge of guilt. She looked beautiful. Too beautiful for me.

"Is there something else on your mind?" She asked me suddenly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"Nothing, why?" I shrugged.

"I don't know. You just seem to be acting kind of funny," she said with concern, "You know I can tell if you're lying, right?"

"Nah... it's just the heat! Why don't we head off now?" I muttered, got up quickly, and pulled out the keys from my pocket.

"Ok, fine! Keep your secret. I know how to get it out of you later tonight," she smirked and turned around, walking to the door. I couldn't take my eyes off her sexy ass swaying side to side, the hem of her short dress riding up and barely covering it.

*Ping*

A message on her phone interrupted her and she picked it up to glance at it. A smile appeared on her face as she quickly tapped a few words and then threw me a smile.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something interesting that just happened," she turned around excitedly just before reaching the door, "I met a scout for a famous photographer on the way here! He said his uncle was looking for someone fresh and unique and he practically dragged me over to the reception to meet him!"

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking, my throat drying up. Son of a bitch!

"They insisted that I at least drop by for the shoot tomorrow. Apparently one of their models just backed out at the last minute, and they are desperate. It's on the beach at dawn tomorrow!" she continued. "You've heard of Nikunj Anand? Apparently, he's quite famous. I didn't get a chance to talk to him too much, but his nephew, slash scout, was a really charming guy."

I just stood there stunned and frozen, listening to her tell me all about Samar.

"I don't really want to model or anything, so I lied and told them that I AM interested in modelling and in fact I'm here for a shoot of my own with my photographer friend, a. k. a., you!" she said, turning to me with a blush on her face. "I figured this could be a way to get you to introduce yourself. This Samar guy is his assistant or something, but I'll keep him busy while you could pitch him your work! If he really is one of the biggest photographers out there, then maybe he'll give you that break you've been looking for!"

I just nodded silently, all the while picturing Ileana in a tiny red bikini, with Samar flirting and chatting her up. And me in the back, watching my beautiful girlfriend slip through my fingers.

"Vivaan? Are you ok?" She asked me with a look of concern on her face.

"I... I..." My mouth was dry and I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't believe that Sam had actually managed to approach her. How? When? Why hadn't she just walked away?

"Vivaaan! Vivaaaaaan!!!"

***

The next thing I remember was waking up in our bed, a sheen of sweat covering my face and forehead. It was dark outside, with the bedside lamp turned on, illuminating Ileana sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"I-Ileana!" I muttered softly, pushing myself up.

"Oh... Thank God!" She cried, jumping on the bed onto my lap and grabbing my face, kissing me on my cheeks and forehead before hugging me tightly, pressing my face into her boobs, "I was so worried when you suddenly collapsed."

"I... I did?" I muttered, still feeling a bit dazed.

"Yeah... I called the resort doctor immediately, who told me that it seemed like a panic attack. He gave you something to sleep and told me not to wake you," she replied with concern, stroking my brow gently, "What's going on Vivaan?"

"I just..." I hesitated, unsure if telling her about how insecure I felt around Sam would make any sense to her at all, "I don't think we should go for the shoot tomorrow."

"The shoot? Wha... What do you mean?" she looked completely surprised, "What does that have to do with anything? I am asking you about your panic attack!"

I looked at the beautiful girl sitting in my lap, staring at me with concern and love, and I broke down. I told her everything about Samar, his bullying, my jealousy of him, and how I wanted to become a photographer just like his uncle. Then sheepishly went on to tell her how Samar was so much better than me at everything, looks, his buff body, his charms, his career, and now that he'd set his eyes on her, I was worried that she might leave me for him.

"Stop... Just stop!" She suddenly put her finger on my lips, silencing me, and looking at me furiously. "So, let me get this straight... I am sitting here worrying about you because of your panic attack, and here you are telling me that it is because of your old womanizing bully, and how you think I will just dump you because of his good looks and charming smile!"

"Well..." I mumbled, feeling guilty about my thoughts, but before I could reply, Ileana grabbed me by the collar and pulled me towards her, pressing her soft lips against mine in a furious kiss!

"Mmmmmphhhh..." I moaned, her lips brushing against mine. Our tongues danced against each other, twisting, licking, making my heart beat even faster. She kissed me furiously for what felt like hours before pulling back, leaving me gasping and wanting more.

I stared into those beautiful blue eyes, which were sparkling with a hint of anger, and a lot of hurt in them. I felt guilty about my thoughts, but also relieved that she was still here, kissing me like that.

"I LOVE YOU! You idiot!" She growled in anger, looking deep into my eyes, "I know we've known each other for barely 10 days but I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"You do?" I asked weakly, shocked at her words.

"Yes!" she almost shouted, grabbing my head in her hands again, "Have you not been paying attention to how crazy I am about you? You are so sweet and caring, smart and thoughtful. You make me feel special, beautiful, safe. Every second I am with you, I can't keep myself from touching you, kissing you, making love to you! I have never felt like this about anyone else before! Or that I ever will again."

"But... But..." I stuttered, trying to think of an appropriate response but my brain had stopped working!

"No buts," she continued, staring into my eyes with anger and passion, "You could be the poorest guy in the world, and I would still love you! You don't have to be like that loser; I like you the way you are. It's you I fell for. No other stupid, handsome guy, with a perfect smile, or a great body, is going to change that! I like my man with all of his flaws and shortcomings. He is mine, and that's all that matters."

She was almost breathless when she finished her rant. Her eyes were glimmering with anger, even some tears. Her cheeks were flushed red, "And I know you feel the same way about me, right?"

"I love you too..." I whispered in a low voice and just nodded numbly, completely blown away by the force of her passion. "I just can't believe that I am so lucky to have you."

"God! You really are an idiot.," she whispered before pulling me towards her again, pressing her lips against mine in a heated kiss. We sat there kissing furiously for a while until we had to pull apart to catch our breath, "So no more doubts and insecurities."

"Ok... No more insecurities, I promise," I said, nodding my head.

"No more panicking about your bully or whatever," she stated, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I won't."

"And we are attending the shoot tomorrow," she concluded firmly.

"Ummm... Do we really have to?" I muttered awkwardly, "I mean I still hate the idea of Samar even looking at you!"

"Ignore him. You are a brilliant photographer. I know that already. You just need to impress his uncle for an internship or something," she said firmly.

"Ok... is that all, or do you have some other orders for me now?" I joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"One last thing," she laughed and kissed my cheek before climbing out of the bed, "Both of us haven't had anything to eat all day, so first you need to take me out for dinner, mister. You don't know how to appreciate your girlfriend!"

"Done!"

"And when we get back, you are going to make love to me, hard, again and again and again, until there is no doubt in your mind about how much I want you!"

"Really?" I asked in surprise as I followed her out of bed.

"Yes, dumbo... Really!" She patted my head mockingly before turning around to go change, "I think you might be the most clueless guy ever, but you are MY clueless guy!"

***

That night, Ileana made sure to show me that she really loved me. She must've moaned out, "Oh God! Vivaan... I love you!" at least two dozen times. I knew she was just doing it to make me feel more confident, but honestly, hearing those words come out of her lips while she was in the throes of ecstacy and cumming over and over again was the ultimate ego boost!

So I was pumped to meet one of my idols, Nikunj Anand, and maybe impress him with my photography skills!

***

It was still a bit dark and probably an hour before sunrise by the time we reached the spot that Samar had messaged Ileana about. It was set up near a beach, just off the beach, right next to the water.

"So, are you ready to meet him?" she asked me, staring into my eyes and looking for any signs of hesitation or panic.

"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I grinned at her.

"That's my man!" Ileana winked, before pulling me into a kiss. Her lips brushing against mine, our tongues brushing together for a moment before we both pulled apart.

"Now, I think we shouldn't mention that we are dating. Keep it professional?" Ileana said, as we rounded a bunch of trees, "Mr. Anand seems like a nice enough guy. We'll tell him that you're my rep, or something, so if he wants to shoot me, he needs to give you a chance too!"

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. It wasn't a good plan, though. Mr. Anand didn't need to give in to her demands. He was way too big for that.

"Hey! You're here!" A familiar, irritating voice called over to us, and I could see a silhouette of Samar. In the back, I could see the portly figure of Mr. Anand, standing with another guy, who was setting up the lights. A couple of small shacks in the background had their lights on.

There were two other girls, who I couldn't recognize from the distance, both models for the shoot probably, who seemed to be busy on their phones.

Ileana stepped forward and waved at Samar, "Hi! Good morning."

While I wore a pair of comfortable pants and a loose T-shirt, Ileana went with an oversized sweatshirt of mine, on top of a pair of pink shorts and sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She had applied no makeup at all, yet she still managed to look gorgeous.

"Well... good morning beautiful!" Samar chuckled, checking her out before stepping forward to kiss her cheek. That made me grit my teeth in annoyance.

It was only then that he glanced at me and did a double take, "Vivaan?! What are you doing here?"

"Ummm.. this is my rep," Ileana replied quickly, "I did message you about him last night!"

"Oh... of course," Samar turned to me with a fake smile and shrugged, "Sorry Vivaan! You were the last guy I expected to see here. I expected a professional, of course."

"Sam," Mr. Anand's booming voice called over, "Is that the girl from yesterday?"

"Yes, Uncle. She's here," Sam replied with a polite nod.

"Sam, you can go help out Varun. I'll explain to her the setup." The older portly gentleman stepped up as Sam rushed off to help Varun. Mr. Anand held out his hand, "Hello, my dear! I'm Nikunj Anand. I am glad you were able to make it."

"Oh... ummm... Hi!" Ileana shook his hand awkwardly, surprised at the sudden introduction.

"Wow! Now that I've had a good look at you, I can see that my nephew wasn't joking. You do look great," Nikunj laughed, staring at her face for a moment before releasing her hand, "You are the perfect girl we need right now. I always look for a fresh face for my calendar and you could just be the one."

"Mr. Anand, I'm Vivaan, Ileana's photographer and rep, or agent, if you prefer," I spoke up, trying to be assertive, "I could help out on the shoot if you want, as an intern. I can handle the equipment..."

"Oh, no, no, no..." Mr. Anand laughed and waved me off dismissively, "My assistant, Varun here is the only one who helps me with all the shots. We have a very strict timetable. I appreciate your zeal, son. But I can't just take in someone I know nothing about. I can barely handle one intern, as is, Sam over there. However, if you want to watch, and learn, you can observe."

"But... But..." I tried to interrupt, but Mr. Anand just turned his attention back to Ileana.

"So, the shoot is for two days. Me and Varun will be busy with Rosanne and Simi today. To take the pictures when the light is right," he explained, waving towards the two beautiful girls in the back, "You'll model for me tomorrow, IF you have what it takes!"

"If?" Ileana asked nervously.

"Did you assume that I'll take you as my model before I can assess how good you really look in some of swimwear. We first have to do a test shoot." Mr. Anand continued, "I usually let Sam handle those. He can do the test shots, and we can check those out in the afternoon. If it works out, then great, if not, then it'll be a tough break, kid!"

"Uhmm... What if Vivaan takes the test shots along with Sam?" Ileana immediately suggested, "I mean, I am more comfortable with him. He is extremely good and you could assess both of us at the same time." She had this captivating smile, full of confidence, and even a bit of arrogance.

Mr. Anand raised an eyebrow at her determined expression, and she didn't back down, "Sam told me that you needed another model. This way, you may get your model, and as a bonus, a good intern too."

Man, her smile was devastating. I couldn't believe the way she was handling the situation.

"Fine..." Mr. Anand laughed and shrugged, "I like your passion, kid. And It's not like you're giving us much of a choice, right?" he chuckled at her, "I'll be a sport and give the boy a chance to show me what he's got! But I have to warn you, warn both of you, don't let me down. I don't have time to waste on idle claims. I've been mentoring Sam for more than a year. He's got a good eye. He's going to be hard to beat."

"I am one hundred percent sure that you'll be pleasantly surprised. You'll have to keep an open mind, though," Ileana persisted.

"She's a feisty one, isn't she," Mr. Anand gave me a smirk and shook his head confidently, "I am a fair man. If that does happen, then we can discuss an internship with me. Fair deal?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" Ileana replied excitedly, "So, what do we do next?"

Mr. Anand directed Ileana to one of the shacks in the back, where his makeup crew was stationed. He asked Ileana to finish her makeup with his assistants and join Sam, who would then suggest what she would wear. Then, a shout from his assistant, Varun, called him over and he turned around and quickly headed back to the other two models. I saw him say something to Samar, who was clearly not happy with things.

"See you in a bit!" Ileana winked at me and headed inside, leaving me standing around alone outside the shack. Minutes later, though, a furious looking Samar rushed over to me.

"I don't know what you're playing at, Vivaan," he growled angrily at me, "How the hell did you convince Uncle to give you a shot? But I've always been the better photographer, and this is just another chance for me to show you your place."

***

It was a good half hour, while we both waited for Ileana outside the shack. The other models were already ready and posing for Mr. Anand by the water. But Sam and I sat sullenly with not a word between us, until Ileana called out that she would be ready in a few.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Sam asked me with an air of indifference. "I mean we're only going to have good lighting for about an hour and a half, and I don't want a buffoon like you getting in my way, or distracting my model!"

"I am not a buffoon, Sam, and you know it. I know how to shoot!" I snapped back at him.

"Well, that's up for debate," Samar sneered and shrugged his shoulders, "Look, this is what we'll do. There is a nice little cove a little bit away, just around those rocks over there, with nice, high trees in the background, hiding it away. Let's do it there so we don't disturb Uncle. Each of us gets 45 minutes with Ileana, while the other hangs out near Uncle, so that way you don't cheat and steal ideas!"

"Fine... whatever. But who goes first?" I asked knowing that the light would be best at the start of sunrise, making it an unfair deal.

"I'm the professional here, so naturally I go first," Samar replied confidently. I nodded in agreement. He continued, "And before she comes out, let's go pick out the bikini we want her to wear."

"We're making her change between our shoots?" I asked him with a look of confusion. Sam just grinned at me and headed inside the shack.

"A good photographer should know his model and what would look good on her and also what suits the setting. So, no, you don't get to see my selection for her," he said by way of explanation, "And this is supposed to be a steamy tropical summer shoot, not some stupid Holi or Navratri photo collection you've been posting on Insta!"

I bit my lip and waited for him to come out with his selection a few minutes later, before heading in.

I saw a small chest in one corner and several racks of bikinis, swimsuits, shorts and shirts for the models to select from. There were way too many options, and I was confused within seconds. I had never shot anything like this before and was unsure what to pick.

"What's taking you so long?" Samar poked his head back inside with an impatient look on his face, "She's going to be out any minute. We are going to miss the sunrise!"

"Just a minute!" I shouted back and rummaged through the stuff quickly, until a wide grin appeared on my face! 'Perfect!' I thought to myself.

"About time!" Samar muttered in irritation when I emerged with a small bag in my hand.

"Oh, and one more thing, I have no idea how a loser like you ended up becoming her 'agent'!" he added, making finger air-quotes when he said the word agent, "But I promise that by the end of the shoot, she's going to be dumping your sorry ass for a private shoot with me! If you know what I mean!"

"Hey guys! Sorry for keeping you waiting," Ileana's voice cut through my retort. Both Samar and I turned around to see her stepping out of the shack.

My heart skipped a beat and Samar's jaw dropped as he stared at her. I couldn't blame him. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her long hair had been styled into loose, wavy curls and hung down to the small of her back. Her beautiful eyes were accentuated by a touch of black mascara and eyeshadow.

Samar wasted no time in getting over his initial surprise and quickly ushered her off towards the cove hidden behind the trees.

I watched them go in silence, knowing I would get my chance after 45 minutes, and turned around to head over to Mr. Anand's set, hoping to learn something new from such a huge professional.

***

Mr. Anand was a genius with the way he could bring out the sensual and sexy sides of his models with just a few simple words and gestures. I watched in fascination and made some quick mental notes on his techniques, and the poses that he was commanding, while also trying to sneak a few nervous glances back at where Sam and Ileana were shooting.

I glanced at my watch, there were still 10 minutes left before their session ended. And with every minute ticking away I could feel myself getting more nervous and oddly excited. I had a good plan--I hoped--but I wasn't really sure how it would work out until I were to try it out.

The sun was now out, the soft morning light was shining down on the beach. I couldn't help but plan for which poses Ileana would look best in this lighting. Should I just chuck it and do the same kind of poses Mr. Anand was using? Would he judge me if I copied him!

I was lost in thought when a hand brushed my shoulder and I looked up to see Mr. Anand standing beside me. I glanced back to see that he had asked the girls for a costume change behind the makeshift tent.

"Nervous?" he asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Uh... a bit," I replied honestly, "Your shoot was amazing. I mean the way you guided and directed them. It was really impressive."

"It comes with years of experience," he chuckled, "But your shoot will also be great. You are in love with that girl, right?"

"Ummm.... Well... errrr... we aren't," I stuttered, surprised at how quickly he seemed to have found me out.

"It's written all over your face, kid!" He laughed again, clapping me on my shoulder. "And it is obvious from the way she defended you and bargained for you with me. Don't worry, I know you aren't her 'agent'! Nor is she a professional model."

I was stunned at how perceptive he was. I was about to deny it again but then just nodded, blushing furiously.

"I started this way too, you know. I was quite young, and my wife, who was then my girlfriend, was my first model. We used to have so much fun taking those pictures!" Mr. Anand continued, lost in memories of his youth, "I can see some kind of spark in the two of you. So, I'll give you an honest shot at this. My advice would be to go with your instincts. She's absolutely gorgeous, so you lucked out there, and I hope you chose the right outfit. But the key advice I have for any sexy shoot is that you just need to bring out the 'Inner Slut' in your model!"

My eyes went wide at his words. Was he serious? Her Inner Slut?

"Make her feel sexy," he winked, "Get her in the mood. Make her want to tease you a bit. But she needs to be shy at the same time. And you'll have it!"

He turned around to walk away, leaving me with my thoughts. His parting words were, "And don't try to copy me. That'll just piss me off."

"I won't," I replied while wondering at his suggestion. 'The inner slut', that had me thinking about some things!

***

"Hey! Your turn!" Sam called out to me, walking around the treeline on the dot at 45 minutes. Despite me hating the guy, he seemed to be playing fair.

"She's a natural, dude! I've never met someone like her. She's so hot and yet so pure!" he added with a whistle. His eyes flicking back to where Ileana was waiting, "Uncle will have a blast, shooting her tomorrow! I think we have the next big thing on our hands."

He was in such a happy mood that he barely registered my words, "So I have 45 minutes alone with her? No one will disturb us, right?"

"Yeah... yeah... I'll be busy helping with Rosanne and Simi," he waved to the other side of the cove, "We'll all be busy with the post-shoot editing and stuff, in the van! So, I wager you have two hours if you want. Though I doubt the light will be any good after the first hour!"

"Awesome. Then make it two hours. No one interrupts!" I nodded firmly, and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Extra time won't help you, my man. But I'll give you a decent shot if you want. For the next two hours, I'll make sure no one interrupts your little private shoot!" Sam replied with a smirk, "But seriously, don't bother! Judging by the looks she was giving my rock-hard abs during the shoot, the girl is already mine."

I shook my head at his cocky attitude, before heading towards Ileana, wondering what Sam had meant by those words, 'She's so hot and yet so pure!'

***

"Vivaan!" Ileana called out to me with a beaming smile the moment she saw me. She was sitting on one of the rocks near the beach, her beautiful figure silhouetted against the sun behind her.

He wasn't wrong. He'd dressed her in a sexy orange bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. Thin straps supporting two tiny triangles of cloth, showing off her huge tits and ample cleavage in the most perfect way. Her toned body shimmered with oil, glistening under the early sunlight. And her dark black hair contrasted beautifully with her tan.

God damn! She looked hot!

"I'm sorry..." she frowned and apologized as I walked up to her.

"Sorry for what?" I raised an eyebrow at her as I quickly dropped the bag and unzipped it.

"I was fully intent on being a perfectly horrible model for Sam. But he was so damn professional about it once the camera started clicking that I didn't have the heart to cheat and make him lose," she said with a look of disappointment, "I can tell you that he took some really good pics of me!"

"Don't worry about it. If I don't win this thing fair and square, then I wouldn't accept the victory. There is no honour in it," I smiled at her as I handed her the bag with her outfit, "Go quickly and change. We're running out of good light."

She just grinned at me, seemingly proud of my answer, took the bag from my hands, and rushed to the back of the shack to change. Meanwhile, I surveyed the location for some good spots. The shack was built just like the other shacks, and there was a large mat behind it, probably kept out by the crew. I quickly decided that this angle would look really bad, so I turned to the other side.

I quickly noted a few spots by the rocks that looked good for our shoot, but I was sure Samar would have selected them, probably. Then my eyes landed on a large log, around 2 feet wide and a few feet across, which seemed to be bobbing up and down at the edge of the water, just a little distance away.

I quickly put my camera to the side and went into the water to pull it out onto the beach. Once it was out, I positioned it such that it was facing the sun.

'Perfect!' I thought to myself. I was happy with my find.

"Vivaan... are you sure you picked the right outfit for a beach shoot?" Ileana's voice called out to me from behind, sounding a bit confused.

I turned around to see Ileana step out, dressed in the most sinful looking lingerie ever. It was a sexy pink lace set, the bra was a lacy half-cup, barely covering her generous breasts, showing off a large amount of cleavage. Her nipples were barely hidden under the delicate pink cloth, with the top of her areolas peeking through the edges. What made it priceless was the fact that her nipples were really hard with all the cold air blowing around us. The other piece of the set was these delicate lacy thong panties that hid almost nothing of her perfect ass as it accentuated her hips and curves.

"Fuck me!" I muttered under my breath, already feeling myself grow hard at the sight. "I mean, yeah! That's perfect."

"You think so?" Ileana asked again, incredulously, "This doesn't really seem appropriate for the beach!"

Even though it was just the two of us, she was clearly shy about wearing lingerie in public, even though the beach was empty and secluded. In my mind, she was showing the same amount of skin as the bikini, but I guess the mind associates lingerie with the bedroom and this was making her blush. Her cheeks were turning red. She was nervously playing with her hair. She was so hot, and so adorable, at the same time.

"Just trust me on this, ok?" I replied quickly, picking my camera back up and turning it on. I adjusted the settings that were appropriate for the lighting. Then I turned to her, and said, "Ok! Let's do this!"

The next 15 minutes were the most erotic moments of my life. She looked so beautiful and sensuous and shy, all at once. Sam was right, she was a natural! She picked up every instruction and every direction that I gave her, without even a hint of hesitation or any mistakes.

I had her pose by the log. The contrast of her wearing the lingerie on the beach, instead of in a bedroom, where it is more appropriate, made for this amazing mix of sex appeal. The way she arched her back, pushing her tits out towards me, and smiled at me through half-lidded eyes, was so, so sexy!

We had a ton of fun, unlike we ever had before. The artist and the muse, both completely lost in our craft, enjoying the sensuous nature of our work, and also having so much fun just being with each other. We were totally lost in the moment. The rest of the world did not exist any longer.

Within 15 minutes, I already had some phenomenal shots of her, which I doubted Samar would be able to top. As I rolled through the gallery once again, to make sure, I knew that those shots were great.

She was a vision of perfection in the shots. A perfect angel.

But there was this nagging feeling that I could do better, and Mr. Anand's words kept ringing in my head, "Get her in the mood. Make her feel sexy. Bring out her 'Inner Slut'"!

And then inspiration struck me!

***

I stepped forward, leaving the camera carefully on the sand as I approached a confused looking Ileana. My mind went back to that night which changed my life, forever, at Navratri. I remembered how Suraj Bhaiya had both his girls in the palm of his hand. He was definitely channelling their inner sluts that night. I paused for a moment in front of her, as I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes, and then I kissed her.

It wasn't a gentle kiss to give her confidence, or a soft brush of lips just to tease her. Instead, I pressed my lips against hers, my hands immediately encircling her waist, pulling her closer against me.

Her eyes grew wide with surprise, at first, then she slowly closed them as she melted into the kiss. Our lips pressing against each other, our tongues brushing together and twisting in each other's mouth. We moaned together, losing ourselves into the kiss. And my hands roamed all over her body, touching, squeezing and caressing every inch of her soft skin.

"V-Vivaan... What are you..." she moaned as I broke the kiss, and at the same time, reached down to pull the cups of her bra down, revealing her perfect tits in the open. She immediately pulled her hands up to cover them and looked at me in surprise.

"I want to photograph my slut!" I growled in a low voice, my hands roughly grabbing her wrists and pulling them away. Her breasts bounced freely, her pink nipples standing erect and hard, "My sexy, naughty, crazy-for-my-cock slut!"

Her eyes went wide when she heard me call her 'my slut' for the first time.

"V-Vivaan..." she whispered softly again, but the look in her eyes had changed. They went wide, again, as her lips parted. She was panting with excitement, as she tried to express herself, "I'm... I'm not a s-slut!"

"You're my slut!" I repeated, my right hand reaching up to grab her left boob and gently squeezing it, pinching her nipple lightly. She was a few inches taller than me, so I pulled her down a bit and kissed her neck, licking my way down her cleavage. "You've been my slut from that first moment when you kissed me!"

"I---I---I..." she moaned again, her eyes staring deep into mine as my lips found her hard nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

"Ahhnnnn... Vivaan! S-someone might come..." she whimpered, but didn't push me away. In fact, her hands reached around my head to hold me closer, pressing her nipple deeper into my mouth. Her whole body trembled in pleasure at the feeling of being exposed on the beach and being pleasured.

"Let them come. They'll see you for the slut that you are." As I said this, I pulled away and stepped back, leaving her gasping and wanting more. I picked up my camera again and quickly raised it, aiming it at her.

"VIvaan!" she pouted, trying to cover her breasts up with one arm but I shut her resistance down with a firm instruction.

"Sit down, turn to the side and cross your right hand over your tits," I muttered as I clicked away.

"I-I-I... I am not a slut," she mumbled, but then followed my instructions and slowly sat down on the log. She crossed her arm over her breasts, trying to be modest, but it only ended up making her look even sexier. Her legs were slightly apart, and her head turned towards me. The way she was leaning back a bit, it showed off her gorgeous figure in a way that would get anyone going!

Click!

I clicked a quick pic of her, looking directly at the camera, her beautiful face framed by her long black hair, her eyes sparkling with lust. The way her hand barely managed to cover her full tits, the pink nipple of the right breast peeking out at the top, "You look so fucking sexy like this! It makes me want to fuck you right here!"

"You're making me nervous," she complained, blushing furiously at being exposed like this, but she still spread her legs a bit more when I asked her. My hands trembled in excitement as I kept clicking photos of her, one after the other.

"Now pull up the bra to cover your nipples, but push your thong down till it's barely covering your pussy lips," I ordered her. She followed my orders hesitantly, but it was so hot to watch that I had to adjust my pants.

"Vivaaaaan... Please! This is too much!" She looked down at herself with a flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. The top half of her body covered by the tiny bra, and her skin glistening in the sunlight. The tiny thong barely covered her smooth pussy and left nothing to the imagination.

I stepped forward and put my hand between her legs. I pushed the thong string aside and ran my fingers over her slit.

"Vivaaaan... don't..." she moaned softly, spreading her legs a bit more without even thinking about it.

"You're so wet," I smirked, bringing my fingers out from under her panties and up to show her, "Look at how much your slutty little pussy is drooling! And I know exactly what you want!"

She blushed even more and looked away, biting her lips in anticipation of what I was going to say next!

"You want my cock, don't you?" I said in a low voice, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.

"Y--Yes..." she whispered back, "but n-not now..."

"Oh, now is the perfect time," I assured her with a confident smirk as I reached down and began fingering her soaking wet pussy, slowly, through her thong, "Just need to get your sexy little body in the right mood! I bet you're just dying to cum!"

"Aahhhnnn... Ahhhh... Yes!" She moaned loudly, grinding her hips into my fingers. Her fingers had unconsciously found their way to my crotch, where she felt my erection straining against my shorts, "Y-you're so hard?"

"Anyone in my place would be hard after seeing you dressed like this!" I growled, reaching down to unbuckle my pants with my other hand and freeing my cock right there on the beach. I was still wearing my T-shirt, but my pants fell down to my ankles and I kicked them away, leaving my nice big cock exposed for her.

"Now tell me what this makes you..." I whispered in a tone that made her shiver with desire. She was still rubbing my cock through the underwear while I was still slowly circling her clit with my thumb, "Say it!"

"I---I'm..." She mumbled, biting her lip again nervously, "Ahhh... I can't... ahhh..."

"Say it!" I repeated firmly, slapping her pussy once over her panties, making her gasp in surprise.

"V-VIvaan..." She whimpered before taking a deep breath, her cheeks flushed red, "I'm a slut! I'm... ahhh... your slut!"

"That's right!" I groaned in pleasure, "And sluts like you get fingered till they cum!"

"Ah--AHHH... AHAHHH..." She cried out in pleasure, spreading her legs even more and throwing her head back in ecstasy, as we stood in this secluded paradise, all alone.

"Ooohh... Oooohhh... VIVAAAAN!" she moaned loudly, grinding her pussy against my fingers desperately, her nails digging into my arm as she started to cum, hard.

"Fuckkkk!" I groaned as I pushed her panties aside and plunged my middle finger inside her pussy, feeling her inner walls clamp down around it as her juices coated my hand.

"Yesss... Yes! I'm a slut... oh God... I'm your slut, Vivaan!" she cried out loud, one hand grabbing onto me for support, while her other went to her tits, squeezing and groping them roughly as she rode out her orgasm, until she fell back, panting, on the log again.

I didn't waste a moment as I clicked another picture of her, still gasping for air, looking utterly spent, yet so satisfied. Her beautiful eyes were dazed in post orgasmic bliss, her black hair tousled around her. One arm thrown back to hold on to the log for support, while the other lay over her boobs, now covered but still barely exposed in a very sensuous way.

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

I guided her a little, and in her blissed-out state, she followed every command of mine, letting herself be positioned as I so chose. It was so hot to watch her being so submissive. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes as I directed her onto the log on all fours, facing away from me. She arched her back, thrusting her ass out, looking over her shoulder with a sexy little pout that drove me crazy.

'Bring out her inner slut,' Mr. Anand's words echoed in my mind again as I took the final closeup of her face, her eyes focused with a look of utter lust and hunger, beyond the camera, at my cock, which was obviously out of frame. I smiled to myself, knowing I had done exactly that!

***

Meanwhile...

As the light grew a little bit more bright in intensity, Mr. Anand looked around at his crew and called it a wrap. The girls had been great. He pulled out the Memory Card and handed it over to Varun, who immediately headed over to the van to copy it into the laptop and show him.

Meanwhile, his nephew Sam, seemed to be distracted, looking in the distance towards the cove where the two newcomers were shooting.

"So how did your shoot go with the new girl?" He asked Sam with a raised eyebrow, "You've been gawking at her since you met her yesterday. I hope we can use her tomorrow?"

Mr. Anand was shooting for his new calendar and he usually kept Oct, Nov, Dec and the main cover girls for last. Simi and Rosanne had done a phenomenal job for Oct, Nov and he'd got an amazing pic of both together, which he knew he would probably use for the main cover and for the marketing campaign.

Only December would be left for tomorrow, that is, if Sam's test shots came out well. Otherwise, they would need to return again later and that meant added costs.

"I think we found a gem here," Sam smiled back, "She's absolutely stunning! And she's just a natural in front of the camera. She's a perfect ten, Uncle!"

"Good... good... You did a great job getting her here!" Mr. Anand chuckled and patted Sam's shoulder.

His nephew grinned excitedly and nodded, "She has it all--the complete package. The camera loves her. She has definite potential! She really looked great in that bikini."

"She is an amazing model," Sam continued, "But we will need to get rid of that dweeb 'agent' of hers, though. I can't see him adding any value. Plus, I think she's definitely interested in me. Give me a day and I'll sign her on exclusively for us."

"Hmmm... I think it might work out but not in the way you think, Sam," Nikunj Anand mumbled thoughtfully.

"I'll go get them. It's been an hour already!" Sam got up from his chair, but was interrupted by his uncle.

"Why don't you give them their time. They'll return when they are good and ready. Meanwhile, work on your pics on your laptop and select the ones you like the most," Mr. Anand smiled and nodded at Sam.

"Yes, Uncle," Sam looked confused but quickly rushed off to the van.

Nikunj Anand grinned as he remembered his first shoot with Sonali, all those years ago. He glanced back towards where Vivaan and Ileana were. He wondered if Vivaan had taken his advice...

There was definitely something there, and he, for one, was willing to see how it panned out.

***

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

The camera's shutter was clicking away furiously as I took photos of Ileana, who was at this moment, on her knees in the sand before me. Her beautiful face framed by her long black hair and eyes glistening with lust, staring up at the camera, while her tongue sloppily kissed and slurped around my cock.

"Yes! That's perfect... just like that!" I groaned in pleasure; my free hand reached down to grab a handful of her soft long hair and held her head in place while I slowly fucked her face.

"Ahhh... I can't believe you're making me... slurp... do this," she pulled back and licked her lips, "Out in the open. Ahhh... Sam might... come over... mmm... see us!"

"You... ahhh... can stop if you... ahhh want," I groaned as I grabbed my cock for a moment and lifted it just out of her reach, slapping her cheeks with my balls and letting her feel them against her face before slapping my cock over her lips.

"But if you are a good slut then you... ahhh... won't stop!" I ordered her, "And open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out..."

And despite her weak protests, I could see by the way she was blushing when I called her a slut, that this was turning her on. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and obediently opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

CLICK!

I slapped the head of my cock down on her tongue, making her moan softly. Then with one hand still holding her head, and the other holding the camera, I slid my dick forward, fucking her mouth and face. She immediately closed her lips around it and started bobbing up and down my shaft.

I still couldn't believe that it had just been two days since I had taught her how to suck my cock and she was already this good at it. Her eyes never left the camera as she took me deeper and deeper. My fingers were tangled up in her hair, guiding her head, dictating the pace.

"Good girl... that's it," I groaned, feeling my orgasm approaching.

She was so hot and beautiful. She gagged over a mix of her saliva and my pre-cum as she pulled it out and began slathering the tip and head with kisses and licks, all the while looking right at the camera lens. Sam was right, she was a natural in front of the camera.

Her hands reached down to rub herself off through her panties. It was too much for me, and I had to fight hard to keep control.

"Beg me for it... "I growled, looking down at her.

Her eyes went wide but she didn't hesitate even for a second, "I-I want... ohhh... mmmm.. Vivaan! Please..." She was panting with desperation, trying to push forward and capture my cock again between her lips, but my grip on her head held her firm.

"You swear to be my slut?" I groaned, pulling my throbbing cock back, "You belong to me! And only me!

"Yesss... yes! I'm your slut! Always yours!" she gasped, a thick sheen of saliva and pre-cum mix coating her lips, making her look slutty in the sexiest way possible. "Please... Vivaan..."

I groaned at those words and let go of her head. My fingers were trembling from the sensation of being so close, and I could barely hold the camera still as I focused down on the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world swearing with her lips wrapped around my cock, that she would always be mine!

"Cum for me... cum for your slut," she whispered, looking directly at the camera, her eyes conveying a look of complete and utter submission.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Fuck!" I shouted in pure pleasure as I felt my orgasm tear through me. My hips thrust forward, my balls tightening, as ropes of hot white cum burst forth from my cock and splashed across her face.

Her lips remained parted in an 'o' shape and her eyes were half closed as she tried to catch as much of it on her lips as she could. My body spasmed and my legs trembled while I fought to keep my fingers on the camera, capturing her gorgeous face as it was plastered with my seed. After a few moments, my cock finally stopped twitching.

"Good girl..." I panted, releasing the tension in my shoulders as I slumped backward, resting against the log. With one hand still holding the camera, I used the other to gently caress her hair, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.

She was a vision to behold, kneeling before me with my cum dripping down her cheeks and lips, slowly moving her tongue around, tasting it. Her face was flushed, and she was panting with need.

CLICK!

"Did I do well, Vivaan?" she asked in a low whisper, looking up at me with a dazed expression in her eyes. All the while, scooping some cum up from her face with her fingers and sucking it off with a slurp!

"You were... fuck... amazing...!" I groaned at the sight of her, my cock still throbbing in front of her face, "Now be a good little slut and clean me up."

Ileana's eyes lit up with eagerness and lust. She immediately grabbed my shaft tightly in one hand, while wrapping her other hand around my balls, and leaned forward, slowly lapping at the tip of my cock, cleaning it.

"Your cum is always so thick... and yummy!" she moaned, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down to the base and then back up, lapping up every stray drop.

"F-fuck..." I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sensation. With the way she was cleaning me off, and what with the whole taboo us-being-in-the-open situation. It didn't take more than a minute for my cock to get rock hard again.

I looked at my watch. 1 hour. I still had time.

And there was one more shot I wanted to try.

***

"V-vivaaann... A-are you sure?" Ileana muttered nervously as I ordered her to get naked while pulling the mat from the shack out into the open, by the water.

"The light here is great," I nodded towards the sun shining over us in the morning, as I set up the camera on the log, facing us. I'd set it up for video mode with a burst timer feature to take pics every 30 seconds.

She pouted at my reply; the light was not what she was worried about, but nevertheless, pulled her pink lacy thong down, letting it drop to the ground at her feet before stepping out of it. She reached behind and with practiced movements, unclasped her bra before letting it drop to the ground.

"Fuck..." I groaned at the sight of her nude body in the natural backdrop of this amazing cove.

Her beautiful face framed by her long black hair. Her soft tits swaying enticingly before my eyes, while her pink nipples were standing erect and hard, the same shade as her areolas. She was nervous and it showed in her body language, the way her hands clasped together behind her back, but it also made the look hotter.

My eyes roamed down her gorgeous curves. The swell of her hips that lead to a patch of neatly trimmed black hair over her pussy, just above her beautiful, puffy pussy lips.

"Vivaan... Samar will be here any moment now..." she whispered nervously, "I-I am not sure if we should do this."

"It'll be another hour for him to be done and come looking for us. He's competitive, but a man of his word, so he won't come early," I replied confidently, pulling off my T-shirt, thus leaving me completely naked.

I was rock hard as I approached her, reaching out to pull her in against me. My cock brushed against her stomach, and I felt the warmth of her skin as my arms went around her waist.

"You want it too... I can tell," I said softly, leaning forward and brushing my lips against her soft neck. She shivered and gasped at the touch, but then she moaned even louder, her legs spreading apart instinctively, when I reached down and gently rubbed my index finger over her slit, feeling the heat from her pussy and the slickness of her wetness.

"This is... ahhhh... so naughty!" She gasped again as I pulled back with my fingers that were wet with her juices. I brought them up to my lips and slowly licked them clean in front of her eyes. Ileana watched me with a hungry look on her face, biting her lip as I sucked her juices off my finger.

"Get down on all fours," I commanded in a low voice, stepping behind her as she got down on her hands and knees. The camera was to our side but pointing at us, and I made sure to position myself so that it could see everything clearly.

I got down behind her, my cock brushing against her pussy and my hands gripping onto her hips firmly.

"Tell me what you are?" I asked, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. She blushed furiously but didn't refuse my command.

"I'm your slut... ahhh!" she moaned, turning around to look at me, "Ahhhhh.. I'm your dirty little slut!"

"That's right," I smiled at her, leaning back up and lining my cock to enter her pussy from behind, "And this is my pussy. Mine only!"

"Yes... Yes... Vivaan!" Her eyes went wide with desire at the words. Her breath quickened and her entire body quivered with anticipation. And I didn't want to make her wait any longer.

With one firm thrust, I slammed my cock deep inside of her wet, tight pussy! My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as I felt the head of my cock press against her cervix, penetrating as deep as possible.

"Ahhhhhhn... Vivaan!" She cried out loudly, her hands clutching the mat below us while she pushed herself back against me.

'Oh God... thank you for this!' I prayed in gratitude.

I pulled back slowly, enjoying the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around my shaft. My hands ran up her sides and around, cupping her tits from behind. And then, with all my might, I thrust back into her!

"Yes! YESS... YES! VIVAAAAANN!"

Her body rocked forward with each thrust, and she cried out in pleasure. Within a few minutes of non-stop pounding, I had fucked the shyness out of her. Her moans filled the air, echoing around us in the secluded little cove, "Harder... HARDER... FUUUCK!"

"Aren't you... ahh... worried... ahhh... that they will hear you if you moan like that?" I panted with a grin on my face, as I slapped her ass playfully, making her yelp in surprise.

"It's... ahhhh... your.... ahhh... fault... you... meanie..." she whimpered, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing with lust, "Fucking me.... so... ah... hard! I can't help myself... oh God... I can feel you so deep!"

"What... mmm... What about Samar?" I teased, reaching forward to grab her shoulders and pull her up. I grabbed her waist and turned her face towards me "You didn't want him to come looking for us? Remember..."

"Oh fuckkkk... I don't care! I don't care!" she cried out loud, shaking her head, "Ah... He was flirting non-stop... ahhh... during our shoot... And I... ahhh... He didn't know that I belong to you!"

"He was flirting with you?" I muttered in irritation as I pushed her off and before she could react, I turned her around and pushed back on the mat, this time with me on top of her.

She squealed in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers while lining my cock to her entrance again, teasing her, "What did he say?"

"Yes, he... ahhh... he kept flexing his abs and trying to... oh God yes! Vivaan... impress me with his stories!" She gasped, reaching down and gripping my cock, trying to guide it into her eager pussy, but I continued rubbing the tip up and down her slit.

"What else?" I repeated firmly.

"He said I was hot.. ahhh... and a natural in front of the camera," she moaned, rolling her hips up, desperately trying to get me inside her, "He wanted me to shoot with him privately... ahhhh... alone! Ahhh... he wanted me to dump you and sign with him. He said he'd... ahhh... make me famous!"

I felt a sudden rush of possessiveness surge through me. Without another word, I slammed my cock inside her tight pussy. She let out a loud gasp, arching her back off the mat as her tits pressed against me.

"And what... ahh... did... you say?" I whispered in a low growl.

"That I... aahhh..." she moaned, trying to form words between her moans of pleasure and my thrusts into her wet hot pussy, "I-I told him... no!"

"No, why?" I smirked as I leaned in and kissed her lips, "He's with a famous photographer. He's handsome and buff..."

"It's because he doesn't have a nice... ahhhh.. cock like you! I love how you fuck me hard every night!" she gasped, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face forward to kiss me deeply, "I said no because I am Vivaan's slut!"

"I love you so much..." I panted in pride as my thrusting became more frantic and erratic, pounding into her with abandon.

"I... ahhhnnn... love... oh... you... I love you... I love youuuuuuuuu!" she moaned loudly, throwing her legs up and wrapping them tightly around my waist as she felt her orgasm approaching.

I was lost to my pleasure. My hips rocked against hers, driving me closer to the edge with each thrust. With every stroke of my cock inside of her tight wet pussy, I could feel myself getting closer.

"Open your mouth," I groaned and in a fit of perverted fervour, remembering a move I had seen in one of those hardcore pornos, I drooled a thick strand of my saliva from my lips and tongue into her open mouth!

Her eyes went wide when she realized what I was doing, but she didn't protest, her own tongue reaching out to accept my saliva as a final acceptance of being my slut! "Ahhh... Vivaan!"

"Yes!" I groaned, feeling her cumming on my cock, "I can feel it!"

"Y-yes! YESSS... YES... YES... YEEEEEESSSS!" she screamed out in pleasure. Her nails dug into my back, and her legs clenched tightly around my waist.

Her pussy clamped down around my cock, milking it for all its worth, while I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb, painting her insides with my seed.

It seemed to go on forever before we finally collapsed together, spent and panting heavily against each other.

***

I looked around, whistling happily and kicking the water as I sat on the log waiting for Ileana to step back out from the shack. She wasn't going to head back in her cum-stained outfit, so I was waiting for her to change back into her bikini.

*SMACK*

I looked around in surprise towards her as she smacked the back of my head, while blushing a deep red, and taking a seat beside me.

"What was that for?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head.

"That's what you get for being a pervert!" she gave me a mean looking stare before grabbing my arm and cuddling against my shoulder, "For fucking me out in the open!"

"Oh, come on... "I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her waist, "I thought you liked it. You did cum quite hard at the end there."

She pouted even more and pinched me, making me yelp, "It was so naughty... and embarrassing!"

"You were great," I smiled, kissing the top of her head, "I'm sure we got some amazing shots today."

"You are so embarrassing..." she huffed, crossing her legs, "Why did you record us having sex. And what if Samar had come over..."

"He would have seen me fucking my girlfriend," I shrugged with a grin, "And be super jealous of me."

"Fine... " she said with a blush and then eyed my camera, "But why did you have to make a video of us?"

"Oh, I like to make videos of my special moments," I added, as I pulled out the memory card "And don't worry, I'll keep it safe."

"I hope it was worth it. You did get good shots to beat Samar, right?" she asked softly, looking a bit apprehensive, "I did the whole competition thing for you..."

I looked into her eyes for a moment and nodded, "Don't worry about that. I just need a few hours to work on the raw images and will then show them to Mr. Anand!"

She just nodded and gave me a kiss, "Let's go back then... before Samar comes looking for us!"

***

The crew had almost wrapped up by the time we headed back. Mr. Anand and his team were staying at the hotel, and I told them that I would need a few hours and then drop off my best pics for Mr. Anand in the afternoon.

Samar seemed to be eyeing Ileana while I spoke to his uncle, and offered to buy her a coffee. But she made an excuse that she was tired. For some reason, we decided to not tell him that we were dating. Which was fine by me, because watching Samar pointlessly try to flirt with Ileana, knowing that he had no chance in hell, was funny!

We headed back to our hotel and after getting some breakfast, Ileana sat down with a book, while I worked on the pics on my laptop.

I made sure to first copy out and safely store our more intimate shots in my Dropbox folder. I labelled it "Ileana's Inner Slut" and stored it beside another labelled "Navratri Night with Pooja and Jhanvi Didi'. The other folder containing the equally hardcore threesome of Pooja and Jhanvi Didi by Suraj Bhaiya that night.

After copying my other photos into my work folder and safely deleting and wiping my memory card clean. I went to work on the photos for Mr. Anand.

Ileana in a lacy pink lingerie in the backdrop of the ocean was too good to be true. Her sensuous poses, combined with her natural sexiness and the overall mood of the pics did come out pretty good.

I think Mr. Anand would agree that I had gotten her to show her inner slut.

But when I reached the later pics, the ones taken after I had made her orgasm. That was when I realized the true meaning of his words.

If the earlier pics were good, the ones after that were simply phenomenal! In the first few pics, she looked beautiful. There was an element of shyness, of hesitancy in her eyes. But in the ones we took later, they were something else.

I felt myself getting hard, looking at them again. The way she was looking into the camera, her eyes alight with lust. And then I found it, the picture that would certainly blow Samar out of the water.

Her face had the radiant afterglow of an orgasm, while she posed seductively with her fingers hooked in the thong. Pulling it down just enough to reveal a small hint of her pussy lips. The way she arched her back and pushed her tits up. And the look in her eyes, sparkling with desire and lust for me!

It was the money shot!

In it, Ileana didn't look like a model. She didn't look like a girl trying to be sexy or seductive. She looked like a woman who wanted nothing more than to be fucked by her lover!

I felt my heart skip a beat and quickly got to work. There was no way I would lose now.

***

After lunch, I went over to Mr. Anand's room and dropped off the USB with the pics I had selected. He gave me a pat on the back and said he would go through Samar's and my pics and would meet us around teatime in the café.

I nodded respectfully and headed back to our Villa, with butterflies in my stomach all the way.

***

It was around 5 pm when we found ourselves in Moonlight Café with Ileana sitting beside me. A smug looking Samar took a chair on her other side, as Mr. Anand ordered for us.

"So..." Nikunj Anand leaned back after giving the order, and spoke to Ileana, "Did you enjoy your first day of modelling, my dear?"

Samar raised an eyebrow at this, but Ileana blushed and nodded her head with a smile.

"I really had a good time, Sir." She replied cheerfully, "Vivaan and I had a lot of fun shooting."

"Call me Nikunj," he grinned back, "Sir makes me sound older than I am."

We chuckled a bit at that, but I was eager to hear his verdict. But he seemed to be in no mood for haste, taking a slow sip from his coffee and looking over at us, "You know... I am really impressed by you, my dear. It's rare for me to say this, but it's been years since I've seen such natural talent in someone."

I smiled proudly and looked over at Ileana, who was blushing again. I could see even Samar was impressed with his uncle's words.

"In fact, I want you to sign a contract with my agency," he continued, "I'll have Varun send you an email by tonight. A two-year exclusive contract to model for me, with a monthly retention fee and an additional amount per shoot you do with us."

"Whoa... that's... that's..." Ileana gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her blue eyes wide in surprise, "And what about the contest?"

"Well, about that though..." Mr. Anand smiled and glanced at Samar. He chuckled and pulled out his iPad and slid it on the table, "I think I already found a picture which I am using for your December page."

"You did?" Samar gasped, looking at his uncle, "But she didn't shoot with you... So did you pick one from the pics I took?"

Mr. Anand laughed at that and shook his head and in response, tapped the screen to reveal the picture of Ileana in that I had taken. I had added a monochrome filter to it, but left a little bit of the pink hue of her lingerie and the blue sea behind her remained coloured.

"Vivaan," he added, as he looked at the image, "The shyness and desire I see in her eyes, wearing sexy lingerie in the wild, was truly a stroke of genius."

"Wow... This is..." I whispered in shock as he smiled proudly at me.

"In fact, I intend to use this picture as the main cover, and for my marketing too..." he grinned, tapping again on the iPad and sliding it back, "You are a very talented young man, and I would love to have you join the team!"

***

Ileana and I celebrated with a nice candlelight dinner. Not only did I get an internship with the top fashion photographer in the country, but Ileana was also going to be by my side throughout and she was excited to try out modelling too.

After two years of being locked up by Ravi's goons, it seemed that life was definitely turning around for her AND me.

We had a romantic stroll on the beach, and I decided to take a shower before getting into bed with her.

"Vivaan, what's your password?" Ileana's voice called out from the door as I brushed my teeth, "I want to check your email for our contracts?"

"It's... Photolife321," I called out as I spat into the sink and gargled before heading into the shower for a nice hot bath.

It was a good ten minutes before I stepped out of the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around my waist. But I was surprised by the sounds of two girls passionately moaning.

I looked at the table to see a shocked looking Ileana with my laptop open and the screen open on a loud scene of Suraj Bhaiya pounding away at Pooja Didi's pussy, while a naked Jhanvi Didi kissed his neck from the side.

"Ohhhh. yesss. I want more; more of Chotu's big cock. Fuck me harder," Pooja Didi moaned shamelessly, "Fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Fuckkkkk!!!"

"Fuck her master... Fuck my sister... fuck her till she screams... Aaahhhhh... till she's begging for you to stop... mmmpph..." Jhanvi Didi was saying, between kissing him, her fingers groping his muscles and slapping Pooja Didi's ass.

Ileana paused the clip and looked over at me, her voice low in a whisper like I had never heard before, my face draining of colour, "Vivaan... Why is there a video on your laptop of Suraj Bhaiya fucking two sisters, with you recording it?"

***