Tanya’s body was convulsing beneath him, her head tossing side to side as his balls slapped against her ass. He felt her nails scraping his back, suspecting a hot shower later would cause the light scratches to burn. Finally, Tanya grabbed him tightly around his waist with her legs. "Stop," she pleaded. "Stop for a minute baby." He pulled his cock halfway out of her pussy, feeling her holding onto him tightly. Tanya began biting a little finger, moaning softly. Her body felt slick with sweat beneath him. Dillon raised himself slightly and blew down on her breasts lightly, causing her nipples to grow even longer. She giggled and moaned when he did this again, sounding a little embarrassed. "Mm." "You have a wonderful little pussy," Dillon said in his best Russian. "You have a big fat magic cock," she told him. Tanya pushed a hand up into his chest, so Dillon rolled off her, and lay down beside her, hoping their love making wasn’t over. She turned over onto her side facing him, laying a long slender arm over his chest. She kissed him on his chin and fondled his cock with her free hand. Then she cupped his balls. "You have more sperm for me, Dillon," She commented, gently squeezing his ball sack. Tanya climbed on top of him straddling him. He reached up for her small firm breast, massaging them and flicking her nipples. He admired her as she sat up on him, her body catching moonlight and glistening with a fine sweat. He poked her in her belly button and made her giggle. "I love how your hands feel on me American." "I can keep them on you for the next few months if you like." "That would be nice, Dillon, but not possible." "Why not, babe?" "I am a married woman." "How long is your husband out of town?" "Until Friday." Tanya said. Three more days. He ran his hands over her remarkably feminine body, noticing thousands of tiny blonde hairs covering her everywhere. He thought he should try to touch each one. "Do you have to work for Mikhail again before your husband comes home?" Dillon asked her. Tanya reached behind her and found his hard cock. She grasped it, massaging it. "Only if something good comes up," She explained, winking at him and tickling his hard cock. "He called my yesterday and told me about his brother and his American friend coming to town. I told him I would like to the opportunity to work. The price was right. Mikhail is a very generous man, with me. But I don’t really need the money. I like the excitement and the sex." Tanya said. She leaned forward to kiss him and he felt her slide down his body, as she guided her pussy toward his cock. She broke her kiss. "Working for Mikhail can be better than having an affair. I make extra money and don’t become emotionally attached. I can control things a lot better this way, for the most part," Tanya explained as she slid her pussy onto the head of his cock. Dillon reached a hand toward her breast and lightly twisted her nipple. "Oh," she moaned. "My husband doesn’t even try to attempt to satisfy me." She slid further down his cock. Her pussy was still tight, warm and wet. "Oh," she moaned again. "His cock is small and thin." Dillon reached his other hand to her other nipple and twisted it lightly too. She slid further down his cock, her hand releasing his cock and grabbing his balls. "Oh," she moaned. "His balls aren’t big and hairy and full of sperm." Dillon lay back on his pillows as Tanya, straddling him, taking him all the way inside of her. She put her hands on his chest and sat straight up. She began to work her hips forward and backward, slowly. Soon she began to work her hips side to side. "Oh Dillon," She moaned, as his cock filled her. Tanya ground her pussy down into his pubic bone as her hips churned and bucked atop of him. He massaged her breasts, often pinching and flicking her erect nipples. But mostly he lay back, relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock. He watched her wiggle around on his lap, enjoying herself, as he marveled at her glistening body. She started working her hips faster, as he felt the head of his cock brushing against the walls deep in her pussy. Soon her movements became more urgent, as she ground down on him. "Oh Dillon," She moaned. "I’m going to come again." Her legs squeezed his hips powerfully as she rode back and forth on his rock hard cock. She raised her hands to his, holding her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, losing herself in another orgasm. Dillon watched her, wishing he could photograph this somehow. He found himself wondering how much this would have cost him if he had to pay for it. It would probably be a lot, he thought, as she screamed loudly, now wiggling out of control atop of him. He could afford it. He had been making a lot of money this year, working six and seven days a week, selling thousands of pornographic photos each month. Tanya gasped loudly and fell forward, limp. Dillon stopped her easily before she slumped into him, and lowered her to his body as her pussy quivered around his cock. "Oh Dillon." He caressed her sweaty back as she shivered and shook. His cock was still buried in her tight and now soaking wet pussy. Tanya began to slowly rock up and down on his cock now. She turned her face toward his and he held it, finding her lips with his. He let his hand travel down her back and hold her tight to him. Her hips began to raise up and down now. Her pussy had a tight grip on his cock, but its wetness allowed to travel smoothly from the head to the base. Her pussy felt marvelous traveling up on down his cock now, as he lay back, kissing her and enjoying the feeling. "Do you like my tight pussy, Dillon?" Tanya asked. He nodded and grabbed her ass with one hand. It was firm and strong, with little if any fat. It was nice and rounded with strong muscle, which was helping her ride up and down on his rock hard cock. "I like riding up and down your long thick cock, Dillon." Soon she picked up the pace as they continued to kiss. She twirled his tongue in and out of his mouth, and touching his face. Her hips worked feverishly to ride him up and down. A slick film of sweat formed between their upper bodies where they touched. She bit his lip again and purred. Dillon moaned, her pussy feeling heavenly riding his cock. Dillon stopped her and lifted her off of him. This caused Tanya to whine a little, so Dillon spanked her lightly on her tight butt. He spun her around and flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her ass into the air. He knelt behind her and entered her, driving his cock straight into her tight pussy as she groaned in pleasure. She raised herself on her arms and looked back at him as he drove into her. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes. "Fuck my little pussy hard, Dillon, please." Dillon did as he was told. He slammed the length of his cock into her again and again. Her arms seemed to give out and her head and shoulders dropped to the bed again. He kept slamming into her as she began to grunt with the force of his thrusts. Dillon rose slowly from his kneeling position behind her and drove his rock-hard cock down into her now, standing behind her, his knees slightly bent. In this way he was able to drive very deeply into her. He looked down and watched his cock slamming into her tight young pussy. He liked the look of her little pink asshole. With his index finger, Dillon wiped a bit of the juice from Tanya’s soaked pussy and rubbed it around her tight little butt hole, getting it nice ands slick. As he slammed his cock into her pussy over and over, he began to work his finger into her ass. Tanya howled in pleasure. "Oh god!" He had his finger buried only to the first knuckled, as he felt her pussy spasm around his cock. His slid his finger out a bit, then shoved it into her ass to the second, middle knuckle. "Oh god Dillon!" He began to slide his finger slowly in and out of her ass as he pounded her pussy. "Fuck I’m coming again!" He buried his finger into her ass and spun it around a little, causing her pussy to release a flood of fluids. The little blond screamed loudly, and began to tremble and shake. Dillon felt his own excitement growing, as he watched his finger sliding in and out of her ass. Her pussy was quivering very pleasurably around his cock. He pulled his finger all the way out of her ass and then shoved two fingers into her. Tanya responded with a howl as her orgasm peaked. He learned a slew of new and dirty Russian words. A small tremor shook through Dillon’s balls, he knew he would come soon as he continued to penetrate Tanya’s pussy and ass forcefully. "I’m gonna come soon baby." "Come in my mouth . . . please!" Dillon gave her a couple dozen more thrusts and then yanked his cock and fingers out of the little beauty. She quickly spun around and eagerly swallowed his pulsing hard-on. She grabbed his shaft and began to jerk him off into her mouth and she again cupped his balls, to milk the come out of them. He came in long powerful spurts, feeding his little part-time whore a healthy man’s sized portion of sperm. Tanya swallowed it greedily, slurping hard on his spasming cock. He held the back of her head as she milked the last drops of come from him. Dillon felt peacefully drained. He fell back onto his pillows, his head swimming. With his eyes half open, he watched Tanya reach for his cock again, to lick the last drops of come that had dripped out. His dick was sensitive, and she handled it gently, like a pro. "Mm." Tanya commented. She purred quietly while holding his softening erection. "You fuck like a wild stallion, you American stud. I loved it. I wish I could get this kind of attention everyday." "I can do my best, Tanya." Dillon promised. "I don’t know how long I could afford it, but I would work fourteen hours a day so I could hire you." "I wish, baby," she purred. "I’ll fuck you for free as often as I can get away with it." She crawled up to him and curled up in his arms. Dillon held her close to him, pulling her back tight into his chest. "So are you going to be taking photos of all those young girls, Dillon? Is that what i heard tonight?" "That’s the plan," Dillon admitted. "Is there much of a demand for them?" "Apparently." "Mikhail can get his hands on dozens of girls." "Hm. That’s quite sad." Dillon said. He reflected on what he was going to do. It would certainly be lucrative. But it caused him to feel morally bankrupt. He had traveled the world as a photographer. He had seen beautiful sights and horrible scenes. He had photographed near miracles, and bloody disasters. He had seen how cruel this world could be to children, even when he didn’t contribute to their misery. He sighed deeply. Tanya seemed to since his anxiety. "Kiev is home to many photographers, Dillon. If it wasn’t you, Mikhail and Sergei would hire another." Dillon kissed her on her ear and lay his head back down on his pillow, pulling a blanket up over both of them.

Chapter 2

Dillon arrived at his new studio early the next morning. Mikhail and Sergei were bringing the first model he would photograph in at ten and he wanted to be ready. He unloaded three cases of 38mm film and stocked his darkroom with chemicals and paper. He brought in a small refrigerator he had purchased, and stocked it with some soft drinks and some Corona he had found in neighborhood liquor store. At nine thirty, he turned on his powerful lights, to let them slowly warm up. The bedroom set he and Kiril had designed needed a bit of touching up. Once done, he used his spectrometer to measure the range of light the bed was receiving. He was making some adjustments to his lighting when Sergei and Mikhail entered with the first model. Dillon recognized her as one of the young blondes that had left with Mikhail last night. She looked very cute, in a little school girl outfit. She wore make up, which Dillon thought looked kind of amateurish. Dillon greeted everyone warmly.
"Sergei, Mikhail...how are you this morning," Dillon said, shaking both men’s hands. He wasn’t quite comfortable with the Ukranian habit of greeting, which included kissing on both cheeks. Both men beamed friendly smiles at Dillon and remarked how good his studio and little bedroom set looked. Mikhail introduced Dillon to the young girl.
"I don’t think I introduced you to Masha last night, Dillon," Mikhail said. "She insisted on being your first model. I, grudgingly, agreed. It seems I can never say no to her, and if I do, she doesn’t listen."
Masha smiled innocently at Mikhail and then at Dillon.
"It’s nice to meet you sir," Masha said sweetly. "I am so excited."
"Wonderful Masha. Call me Dillon, please." He examined her closely. He led her over to the bed and she sat down. "I’ll be right back and we can get start, Masha. Did you bring any make-up with you?"
"Yes Dillon," She said. "I think I have everything I need in my bag."
"Ok. Let me get Sergei and Mikhail situated and I’ll be right back."
Dillon got a small chair from behind his desk, and retrieved another from his dark room for the two men. He opened a closet and retrieved a small director’s chair he liked to have handy during his shoots. 
"Make yourself comfortable men, it’s going to be a little while before we start." Dillon explained. "There are some drinks in the refrigerator if you get thirsty." 
Dillon had them sit well away from bedroom set, much closer to his desk than the bed. He didn’t want either man distracting him or Masha while they were working.
"Anastasia would like to be your second model," Mikhail mentioned to Dillon while he took a seat. "Perhaps this afternoon?" Dillon wondered if Mkhail was referring to the other young teen in his presense last night. He hoped Mikhail was.
"Perhaps, Mikhail," Dillon answered. "We can’t rush these shoots. Never know how long they will take." 
 In fact, Dillon didn’t know how long it would take. Dillon had been debating with himself what kind of photo shoot this would be. He had studied a bit of this type of child, or young teen, pornography and knew there were more than several genres. He supposed, looking at Masha, that he would strive to produce some innocent looking photographs, nothing really too exposing and certainly nothing hard core. He had to be creative and perhaps a style would emerge as the shoot unfolded. He really hoped that Mikhail and Sergei didn’t try to give him too much input. They had promised him all the artistic creativity he had asked for, and while Sergei knew how to produce slutty porno films, and Mikhail could certainly run a successful nightclub and prostitution business, Dillon suspected neither new much about photography or how to get a model to perform to her best abilities.
He approached a smiling and patient Masha, who sat quietly on the bed, her legs crossed and hands on her lap. He sat next to her on the bed.
"I would like to re-do your make-up, Masha," Dillon stated. "It looks nice, but I have something else in mind, ok?" She looked up at him sweetly and nodded. 
"I will be soft clay in your strong and able hands, Dillon," She said. Dillon looked at her with a smile, slowly translating her words in his head. She certainly seemed to understand her role in this photo shoot, Dillon thought to himself. I hope her well spoken promise is true, he thought. He held out his hand and led her from the studio, grabbing her bag on the way out. They walked across the hallway and went into the rest room, where he sat on the counter, while she stood over the sink, water running, and scrubbed her pretty little face. 
Dillon watched her. She was tiny, only five feet tall and he guessed she weighed roughly ninety pounds, or less. He felt himself looking forward to this shoot. It was ground breaking work for him, and he always looked forward to that. He had a lot to learn about child pornography, and while the thought of it made him uncomfortable, he promised himself to do the best work he could. To strive to create artistic work. As he watched Masha, he hoped that she knew what she was getting into and that she wasn’t being forced into this by Mikhail. He hoped she was looking forward to more intrepidly than he was.
"Masha?" Dillon asked her. "Do you really want to be photographed by me...nude?" She looked up at him, drying her face with some paper towels. She thought about what he asked her. Dillon watched her eyes closely.
"Yes sir," Masha said. "I listened to the three of you talking in the office last night. I knew I had to be involved. I wanted to be first. I have been begging Mikhail since we left the office last night."
"I see," Dillon said.
"I like my body. I think I am very pretty."
"I think so too." she was a fucking little hottie, he thought.
"Thank you," the proud teenager said. "I enjoy exposing myself to Mikhail. I know I have quite an effect on him." She finished drying her face and looked up at Dillon, smiling and continued. "I want to think that I will have that effect on others."
"You and I will do our best, Masha," Dillon promised. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Ok, lets go back to the studio." Dillon took Masha by the hand and led her back into the studio and had her sit on the bed, facing one of the powerful lights and set her bag down next to her, searching it for her make-up.
As he worked, he allowed himself to forget about Mikhail and Sergei, while he focused on Masha. He used the make up sparingly, hardly enough that it would be difficult to tell she had any on. He dabbed some here and there, adding just hints of color and blush, to counter the glare of lights. He combed her eye lashes until the were very curly. Then he focused on her short blonde hair, which she had tied in a bow. He untied the bow and ran his fingers through her hair, reaching for a brush in her bag. Together, Masha and Dillon fashioned her hair, combing teasing and brushing, into two cute pony tails. And then he combed her short bangs down nearly over her eyes. He was happy with the look of her face and hair now. He looked into her boue, lively eyes.
"Stand up, babe," Dillon said. "Let’s work on your outfit." She was wearing a simple white button down shirt, which she tucked into a green and blue plaid skirt that came down to almost her knees. She wore long white socks, and little blue deck shoes with white shoe strings. He lifted her skirt, without a protest from Masha, and examined her underwear. He had to lift her shirt tails to find it. She wore a pair of thin white thongs. That wouldn’t do, Dillon thought, and looked into her bag. Fortunately, she had brought another pair of underwear. He fished them out of the bag and examined them. He liked them much better for this shoot. They were much more conservative, something a fourteen year-old would more likely wear. They were white with little teddy bears and trimmed in pretty red lace. He held them up to her.
"Switch," Dillon said in English. Masha looked at him, puzzled, but quickly and without a hint of modesty, slipped out of her thongs. As Dillon watched her, he got a nice look at her pubic hair, which was thin and blonde, hardly grown in at all, but it looked a little wild and unkempt. She reached for the teddy-bear underwear.
"Wait...Sit here on the bed," Dillon ordered her. She popped up onto the bed, crossing her legs, as Dillon stood and walked to his desk, ignoring the two men. He reached into the drawer of his desk, and finding a piece of paper and a pen, began making a quick list of items he had already began working on in his head as he and Masha had been preparing for work. He jotted down some bathroom supplies, a professional make-up kit, etc. Leaving the list on his desk, he reached into the drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors he hoped would work for the time being, and three safety pins.
"Bored yet?" Dillon asked Sergei as he returned to Masha.
"Yes, my friend." Sergei answered. Without stopping to talk, Dillon returned to Masha. He asked her to remove her top.
"Ok," She said without a hint of resistance. He watched her unbutton her shirt and lay it on the bed. He examined her bra, and decided it was fine for this shoot. It was a small training bra, and it looked conservative as he hoped it would. He signaled for her to turn around. He reached for her bra strap and unfastened it. Until he increased his Russian vocabulary, he would have to use a lot of direct means to get what he wanted. Masha quickly removed her bra. She was nicely tanned, Dillon noticed, and her skin had a healthy look. He could clearly make out her tan lines, and could see she owned a revealing bikini that she liked to sun in. He would find a way for her tan lines to work in his favor, but made a mental note to ask this little beauty to tan in the nude from now on. Her skin was smooth and nearly flawless, only a few freckles sprinkled her shoulders. He placed his hands on her hips, and gently turned her to face him. Her breasts were small and firm looking. He guessed them to be A cup size. Her areolas were quarter sized and soft pink in color. Her nipples were not erect, but he promised himself they would be when the time was right. He motioned for her to put her bra back on and handed her the shirt. Masha was quickly redressed. 	
Dillon grabbed his chair, he set it next to the bed in front of the small white vanity set he and Kiril had bought to use in this bedroom set. He asked Masha to kick off her little shoes and remove her skirt. As she stood in front of him, he grabbed her shirttails and rolled them up a bit, until the shirt hung down to her slim curvy waist. He watched for any signs of discomfort or embarrassmentt from the young model as he worked, pinning her shirttails in place, and he saw none. The safety pins would not hinder her from unbuttoning and removing her shirt. He asked her to sit in front of him now, on the vanity, he was going to trim him pubic hairs.
"Ok?" he asked. Masha nodded enthusiastically, hopping up on the vanity and sitting down. She spread her legs for him. Her legs were hanging off the front of the vanity, so he grabbed one of her ankles and gently lifted her leg until he could set her foot on the vanity too. She lifted her other leg, quickly, and set that foot on the vanity also. Soon Dillon was looking right at her pretty little blonde pussy. To Dillon, it looked extremely inviting. Her pussy lips weren’t fully developed, certainly not like Tanya’s, Dillon thought, fondly recalling the sexy blonde that had woken up in his arms earlier this morning. Her pussy looked very tight, and it appeared, as she say in front of him, her legs wide and her pussy fully exposed, that she was still a virgin. He had assumed she wasn’t, but she still had her hymen in place. He looked back over his shoulder at Mikhail. And then returned his gaze to Masha, he was looking down at him smiling at him.
"You’re still a...." Dillon began. He had no clue how to say virgin in Russian.
"Katyaina? Yes I am, Dillon, surprised?" Masha said quietly, with a little giggle.
"Yes," Dillon admitted, whispering and looking into the pretty girls eyes. "I assumed you and Mikhail..."
"I have asked him to wait." She stated. "He has shown me many ways to please a man."
"I see." Dillon lied.
"Anastasia, the other girl with us last night..." Masha began. "..is not so innocent as I. She loves it when Mikhail takes her. I just am glad to that Mikhail is not hurrying me."
"That’s nice," Dillon said quietly. He returned his gaze to between her legs. He placed his hands gently on her inner thighs, and spread her legs a little more open. He carefully ran the comb through her pubic hair, watching it carefully. It was very short and fine, and much of her little pussy was still bare. Using the cheap office scissors, he was able to have her looking much less wild than when he had first seen her. She still hadn’t shown the least bit of modesty, so he asked her to hop down, and face away from him, so he could inspect her from behind. She soon stood in front of him, exposing her bare and sexy little teenage butt. Dillon found it delightful, with out a pimple, mole or freckle. It seemed very firm.
"Lean forward, please," Dillon ordered her. "And spread your legs apart." Dillon examined her closely, and found himself growing excited at her nakedness. She had a very sexy little body that aroused him, and she wasn’t even full nude yet. He saw her looking up at him, her little head hanging between her legs. She smiled at him. Dillon winked at her and tried to remain professional. He examined her closely, finally grabbing her by her slim soft hips and turning her slightly, to illuminate her better. He thought she looked about as perfect as he could hope. He heard a cell phone ring behind him as Masha was redressing.
It was Mikhail’s phone. He spoke into it quickly, and Dillon couldn’t understand most of what he said. As Dillon removed his chair from the set, Mikhail spoke with anger into the phone and hung up.
"Come Sergei!" He said. "We must go..." Sergei looked at the photographer. Dillon shrugged at his friend and smiled.
"You won’t be missing much at all, Sergei. This is just a lot of work for me and Masha," Dillon explained. Mikhail approached the set and looked down at little Masha.
"You are in good hands, little one," Mikhail said. "Call me if you need anything. Anything!"
"I will Mikhail, but don’t worry about me." Masha said. "I’ll call Anastasia if Dillon has time this afternoon for her." Dillon was pleased the men were leaving. He preferred to be alone with his models, to have their undivided attention, and to work without interruption. He would be starting the shoot soon and the timing was perfect. The men had seen just enough to know how boring this job could be at times. He hoped it would discourage the men from joining him during future shoots. He said goodbye to the men as they hurriedly left the studio. He locked the door behind him. Masha had put on her shoes and socks, and Dillon fiddled with her clothes a bit. He lifted her skirt and was glad to see he had pinned the shirttails up just the right amount so they wouldn’t hang down and block the camera’s view of her little underwear.
He sat Masha down and held her hand as he explained what they would do next. He told her how he expected her to act, and what directions she could expect of him. He tried to describe the type of photo shoot he had envisioned, and explained it would take some acting skills on her part to pull it off.
"You have no model training, Masha," Dillon explained, looking her in the eyes. "But I feel that you have endured everything wonderfully so far and think you will naturally do well." Dillon tried to sound inspiring. She smiled sweetly at him. "You are very pretty and I find your body very sexy. I will photograph you to capture your beauty and innocense. I think you will be very pleased with the results."
"Ok Dillon," Masha said. "I hope so."
"Now you and I must work as a team," Dillon explained. "My Russian is not good." Dillon fondly recalled Tanya teaching him many dirty words last night, many he knew would not apply here. "Let’s get started."

To be continued....

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