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Into the Third Dimension	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 13802 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: The Photoshoot
For Candace, the next few weeks went by in a haze of bliss. Most mornings, she would wake up next to Jeremy, and if that weren’t wonderful enough, he would stir and then reach down and cup her pussy in his hand. She’d never known a gesture that was so sexy and so affectionate at the same time.
“Who owns this pussy, Candace?” he would murmur in her ear.
“You own it, Jeremy,” she would answer, cuddling close to him and squirming her hips so as to work her mound against his hand.
But this morning ritual was just the tip of the iceberg. Jeremy, pleased with the results of Candace’s obedience training, used her body every day, often several times a day. Candace spent countless hours on her knees, sucking his beautiful cock and taking it down her throat, and just as much time on her back or on all fours as her man plowed her pussy with equal parts eagerness and patience. And when Jeremy wasn’t using her—when he was at work, or out with friends, or just having alone time—she would fantasize about him almost nonstop. When she made his bed, she would imagine him fucking her in it, his lovely cock plunging deep inside her again and again. When she scrubbed the bathroom floor on her hands and knees, she would picture him slipping into the bathroom to take her from behind as she worked. And when she went out clothes shopping with Stacy, she examined every tube top and miniskirt and pair of stripper heels with just one question in mind: Would Jeremy like this on me?
One day, Candace and Stacy were working out at Hot Bods, the girls’ gym to which their men sent them three times a week to keep their legs toned and their asses tight. Candace was wearing one of several sets of workout clothes that she’d found in Candac3’s dresser (no, she reminded herself, my dresser): a red spandex sports bra, gray cycling shorts that clung flatteringly to her ass, and red socks with white sneakers. Stacy, for her part, had on a tight blue leotard and, for a little retro fun, sea-green leg warmers. As Bunnies, the girls dressed sexily for every occasion, which included workouts—not only so their men could admire their outfits when the girls left for or came back from the gym, but also because the gym’s big windows put every girl there on display for passers-by.
The windows also gave the girls a good view of the people on the street. Looking out at the sidewalk, Candace spotted a few familiar faces from the other side of town. One was Milo Murphy, who was ambling along in his classic striped sweater-vest. A fire hydrant spontaneously burst open when Milo passed by it, fountaining water into the air. But a Latina Maid who was following close behind Milo quickly pulled out a wrench and bent over to repair the hydrant, showing off her ass—clad in lacy black panties—as she did so.
Next to Milo was a handsome Black boy—Zach, Candace remembered. She also remembered the pretty girl with him, of whom Candace had been a bit jealous when they met because her red hair was naturally curly and she’d had more in the way of boobs at age thirteen than Candace had at fifteen. Melissa, who was apparently a Vixen in this world, followed behind Zach and shamelessly ogled his ass.
As usual, Candace and Stacy were chatting about this and that, taking turns doing most of the talking while the other did reps on one of the weight machines. Today, Stacy was talking about a special she’d recently watched on RabbitEars about waxing.
“It’s not like I need to wax that much yet,” Stacy was saying, “but I want to be ready when I do. I mean, I like the idea of doing a G-string wax, but Brazilian could be cool, too. Or maybe Coltrane will want me to go baby-bald for when we play ‘Naughty Li’l Stacy.’” (Candace understood this game to be a variation of Baby Bunny that emphasized play-spanking.)
Candace was getting off the leg press machine to let Stacy work in with her when Candace found herself asking out of the blue, “Does Coltrane fuck you in the ass?”
Stacy blinked. “Sure.”
“How often does he do it?”
“Gosh, at least a couple times a week. He doesn’t like it as much as he likes fucking my pussy or my mouth, but he definitely gets in the mood for it sometimes. I mean, you know how he loves my ass, so fucking it is just one more way to enjoy it.”
“And do you like it?”
“Of course. It’s Coltrane’s cock inside me; which hole he puts it in isn’t that important.” She blushed a little as she added, “And it makes me feel, I don’t know, more submissive. Like he’s shoving that big cock of his in my tiny little hole, and I just have to be a good girl and take it as deep as he wants me to.” A bit dreamily, she added, “I like that part. A lot.”
Candace sighed. “Jeremy never fucks me in the ass.”
Stacy emerged from her reverie. “Really? Never?”
“Since I got back from obedience school, he hasn’t done it even once.”
“What about before you went?”
Candace wished she’d thought before she’d spoken, because in hindsight, her saying “since I got back from obedience school” would obviously have triggered this question. A question she couldn’t answer.
“Um, no, I guess not,” she replied lamely. Then, before Stacy could ask any even more difficult questions, Candace continued, “It’s not like I lie awake wishing he would do it or anything. But it seems like kind of a waste of the anal training I got at obedience school. Not to mention a perfectly good hole.”
“Well,” Stacy said as she mounted the leg machine, “not every guy is into everything. I mean, I can’t even remember the last time Coltrane made me deep-throat him. He says he likes my lips and tongue better than my throat.”
Now it was Candace’s turn to be surprised. Having mastered the deep-throat technique at obedience school, Candace had come to relish the times when Jeremy told her to swallow his cock. This was not only because she enjoyed showing him her skill, but also because being on her knees in front of him, gazing up at his face as tears streamed down hers while she pleasured his whole length with her throat muscles, had become deeply meaningful to her. In fact, it seemed that Candace now viewed deep-throating in the same way that Stacy viewed anal sex: as an act of ultimate submission and, therefore, fulfillment.
“Well, speaking of sex,” Stacy said when she finished her set, “I guess I’d better shower up and get home. Coltrane usually likes a quick fuck before dinner.”
Candace smiled naughtily. “And you don’t want to miss that.”
Just then, a man approached them. This was odd; this being a girls’ gym, the only males one generally saw here were maintenance men and the owner. But this man wasn’t the owner, and he wasn’t dressed like a maintenance man; he wore a tan suit jacket over a green polo shirt, as well as a lanyard that indicated that he had permission to be inside the gym.
“Hey, girls,” the man said, smiling. “Have you two ever done a photoshoot before?”
“Um, not a professional one,” Stacy replied.
“Well, I’m a photographer for Tri-State Girls magazine, and we’re planning a ‘Sexy Besties’ issue that you two Bunnies would be perfect for. Here, let me scan your tags.”
He took out his phone, then turned over Stacy and Candace’s tags and scanned their QR codes.
“Now, let’s get a pic of the two of you. How about you pose in front of that wall there?” he said, pointing.
Candace and Stacy went over to the wall and struck sexy poses, each one looking flirtatiously at the other.
“Perfect!” the man said, snapping several pictures with his phone. “I’ll show these to my editor. If he likes them, I’ll get in touch with your men.”
***
After dinner that evening, Candace was helping Claire clean up the kitchen. Over the counter, she could see Jeremy and his father in the living room, where a commercial was playing on the TV.
“Tired of your girl always looking the same? Want some variety in your life?” the voiceover asked. “Then get your girl the new ReGirl Body-Morphing System!”
Much to Candace’s surprise, Vanessa appeared on the screen, wearing a skimpy black bikini. Her body changed from one shape to another as the announcer spoke.
“Try hot-teen mode! Loli mode! MILF mode! Her breasts, hips, and face can match any age and body type you want.”
The camera zoomed out to show that Vanessa was at a fancy-looking swimming pool, where men and girls looked admiringly at her body in MILF mode. A handsome actor playing Vanessa’s owner smiled as he used her control fob to change her body to that of an athletic twenty-something. She smiled at him and dived into the pool, the camera fully capturing her perfect ass as she hit the water.
“So get your girl the ReGirl Body-Morphing System today! Because every man deserves a harem.”
The ReGirl logo briefly filled the screen. Then the TV returned to the action-drama series that Jeremy had been watching.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Jeremy’s dad got up from his chair and answered it, like he’d been expecting someone. Candace guessed that it had to do with Suzy, who had been sent upstairs to primp instead of being told to help with the after-dinner cleanup as usual.
“Have a seat, Mr. Lasky,” Jeremy’s father said as he escorted a tall, brown-haired man into the living room. “I’ll bring her downstairs. Claire, bring Mr. Lasky anything he wants to drink.”
Jeremy’s dad went upstairs, and a couple of minutes or so later, he returned with Suzy. She was dressed adorably in a blue plaid pinafore over a white top with short, ruffled sleeves. Her white tights matched the top and contrasted with her shiny black patent-leather shoes.
“This is Suzy,” Mr. Johnson said. “I sired her about four years ago.”
For a moment, Candace was puzzled; to the best of her knowledge, Suzy was only three years old. Then Candace realized that Mr. Johnson wasn’t referring to when Suzy was born, but to when she was conceived.
“Oh, my,” the man said appreciatively, looking Suzy over. “She’s every bit as cute as her pictures.”
Suzy looked up at him with an adorably shy smile. Candace knew that Suzy had been taught to do this in Babygirl training, but Suzy made it look completely genuine.
“She’s fresh out of obedience school,” Mr. Johnson said, “so you would be her first owner.”
The man’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “Can I test her skills?” he asked.
“Of course,” Mr. Johnson replied. “Suzy, be a good girl and suck Mr. Lasky’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the girl replied.
Suzy was small enough that she didn’t need to get on her knees. She just unzipped Mr. Lasky’s pants and fished his half-erect cock out through the fly of his boxers. The man groaned as she grasped the base of his cock with both hands and began to bob her head, massaging much of his length with her soft lips.
For a girl who had to get zapped before she would even try sucking a cock, Candace thought, she’s gotten awfully good at it.
Candace, Jeremy, Claire, and Mr. Johnson all watched Suzy suck Mr. Lasky’s cock, her lips moving up and down his length faster and faster. Then, when the man’s heavy breathing suggested that he was close to orgasm, Suzy plunged her head forward and swallowed his length, pushing her face forward until her pug nose was buried in his pubic hair and her chin was against his balls. Mr. Lasky wasn’t as well endowed as Jeremy, but even so, Candace was impressed that the three-year-old Suzy could swallow his cock to the balls.
Mr. Lasky grunted and came, and Candace heard Suzy swallow repeatedly. The little girl, like all the other girls at the Obedience Academy, had learned to swallow audibly to assure her owner that she was taking his cum into her belly.
When the man finished cumming, Suzy slowly pulled her head back until Mr. Lasky’s cockhead emerged from between her lips. She swallowed one more time, then looked up at the man’s face with the smirk of a naughty child. Mr. Lasky smiled back at her and patted her on the head before turning to Mr. Johnson.
“That was wonderful!” Mr. Lasky declared. “Everything I hoped for.”
Then he looked down at Suzy. “I am going to enjoy being your daddy.”
“Yay!” Suzy replied, looking up at him with a beaming smile.
Damn, Candace thought, she can really pull that off. Which, Candace supposed, shouldn’t have surprised her, given how good the Suzy of the First Dimension was at feigning child-like innocence.
The two men went into Mr. Johnson’s study, as buying and selling a girl required about as much paperwork as buying or selling a car. Claire and Jeremy took Suzy up to her room to pack a few of her things; Claire would pack the rest of Suzy’s wardrobe later for Jeremy to take over to Mr. Lasky’s house.
Candace went upstairs, too, to see if she could help. But she was stopped in her tracks by a sound she hadn’t heard in all the weeks she had been in this dimension: weeping. She peered around the doorway to Suzy’s room and found Claire on her knees with her arms around Suzy. They were both crying.
Of course, Candace thought. Claire is Suzy’s mother. Calling her a nan instead of a mom doesn’t change that. And it won’t keep them from missing each other when Suzy leaves.
Only now did Candace fully understand why little Nina had been reluctant to take her leather collar that day at obedience school. When the girl had said, “Everything’s gonna change,” she had been talking about this moment: when she would be taken away from everyone she cared about.
Candace saw Jeremy coming down the hall. Claire must have heard him approaching, because she quickly stood up and dried Suzy’s eyes and then her own.
***
The next few days were a little strange for Candace. Having been around Suzy almost continuously since arriving in this dimension, Candace felt a peculiar sense of absence now that the girl was gone from the house. The feeling was especially peculiar given that Suzy Johnson was pretty much the last person Candace would have ever thought she’d miss. She consoled herself with the thought that Suzy now had a real owner: someone she could serve the way a girl was meant to, someone who would use her for his pleasure every day. And Suzy was being granted this privilege at an age when, for most girls, having an owner and wearing a leather collar was a far-off dream.
Candace distracted herself by adding some new activities to her routine. Along with her chores and the time she spent shopping and working out with Stacy, she watched at least half an hour of BunnyEars a day, picking up tips about everything from makeup to advanced sex positions. Candace also asked Jeremy to enroll her in some classes to continue her Bunny training. As Candace had learned from Stacy, Bunnies were generally expected to have further training after obedience school to learn whatever specific skills their men wanted them to have, or to be especially good at. So Jeremy signed Candace up for classes in exotic dance and advanced handjob skills (“For when we’re just chilling on the couch,” Jeremy explained), as well as a two-hour seminar on Baby Bunny, which was basically an acting class aimed at helping Bunnies play the game more convincingly.
Another thing that helped Candace keep any unpleasant thoughts out of her head was the upcoming photo shoot. Both Jeremy and Coltrane had been excited to learn that their very own girls had been selected to appear in Tri-State Girls magazine, which Candace had learned was an extremely popular publication in this part of the world. She found it interesting that even though the Third Dimension had slightly more advanced technology than the First, print media were still very much a thing here.
“I can’t wait to see myself as a tasteful nude centerfold,” Candace said to Stacy one day when they were riding the bus to the mall.
“Hopefully not too tasteful,” Stacy replied, and both girls giggled.
To help Candace prepare, Jeremy bought the latest issue of Tri-State Girls, and they read it together in bed one evening. The featured photo spread was titled “Pet Show” and showed several girls—all Pet models—being paraded around on leashes by their masters, then performing tricks (Candace recognized “beg” and “roll over” from when Phineas had commanded Isabella to do it at the beach), and finally being fucked by their masters in front of a winners’ podium.
By the time they finished looking through the pictorial, Jeremy was horny enough that he turned Candace over on the bed and fucked her doggystyle. Which was exactly what Candace had hoped he would do.
“You know,” Candace said afterward as they lay together in a haze of postcoital bliss, “if you want, I could pretend to be a Pet some night.” She looked at him teasingly as she added, “I’d be a very good girl. Or a very bad one.”
“That sounds fun,” Jeremy replied, stroking her hair.
***
When the day of the shoot arrived, Jeremy borrowed his father’s car, and they picked up Coltrane and Stacy to go to the studio. Per the instructions that Troy had sent to Jeremy, Candace had brought her roller bag with several items from her wardrobe in case Troy thought she would photograph better in something other than what she was wearing. But Candace was pretty confident that her chosen outfit would do the trick: white stripper heels, a tight red tube top that showed off what was becoming a nicely toned midriff (if Candace did say so herself), and a white miniskirt. Under that, Candace had on a lacy red demi bra whose abbreviated cups covered only the bottom half of Candace’s breasts and nipples, and a pair of lacy red thong panties.
Candace didn’t get a good look at Stacy’s outfit until they got out of the car at the studio. Like Candace, Stacy had chosen an ensemble that had a similar color scheme to what her First-Dimension counterpart normally wore but that was much sexier in style: an aqua-green crop top above a tight skirt that was the same shade of blue as her hair bow. She also wore light-blue stockings with matching garters that went up under her skirt in a way that suggested that the viewer’s gaze should follow them. A pair of black stiletto heels completed the outfit.
“Very nice look, Stace,” Candace said, looking her bestie up and down. Since the boys were walking right behind them and were well within earshot, Candace added, “Really makes me want to know what you’ve got on under there.”
“Oh, you’re gonna find out,” Stacy replied teasingly. “And when you do, you might not be able to keep your hands off me.”
“I sure hope not,” Candace replied with a naughty grin.
They went into the plain brick building, took the stairs up to the second floor, and proceeded down the hall until they found an open door with a sign that read “Tri-State Girls Studio.”
As they entered the studio’s reception area, a blonde girl stood up from behind a desk. If the fountain-pen icon on her tag hadn’t been enough for Candace to know that the blonde was a Girl Friday, her white blouse with its plunging neckline and her tight-fitting suit skirt would have.
“Hello there,” the girl said, looking at Jeremy and Coltrane. “You must be Mr. Johnson and Mr. Corbin. My boss is expecting you.”
She then turned to Candace and Stacy and, suggestively, looked them both up and down. “And you must be their girls. You two look very-” she licked her pink-glossed lips “-photogenic.”
She turned back to the boys and pointed to a door behind her. “Mr. Brandt—Troy—is waiting for you in the studio. Have a good shoot!”
Candace had been in photo studios before, like the time her mom made a brief comeback as ‘80s pop star Lindana. So Candace wasn’t surprised by the array of lights, shades, reflectors, and backgrounds in the large room beyond the door, or by the long-lensed camera that hung around Troy’s neck as he greeted Jeremy and Coltrane.
“Thanks for coming, guys!” Troy said. “I know we’re going to have a great shoot today.”
After he finished shaking both boys’ hands, Troy looked at Candace and Stacy and nodded appreciatively.
“I’ve got to say,” he said to Jeremy and Coltrane, “the girls look fantastic. I’ve got some Gaston Le Mode outfits I was going to have them try on, but honestly, what they’re wearing right now is exactly the right look for two Bunny besties.”
“Thank you,” Coltrane said sincerely, and Jeremy nodded in agreement. Candace supposed that being told by a professional photographer that your Bunny was a good dresser was pretty high praise. And it made Candace feel a swell of pride, too.
Troy led them all to the edge of the set and said to the boys, “All right, guys, as we discussed, I’m going to start off taking some shots of just the girls. Then the two of you will join them on the set. In the meantime, you can take a seat over there.”
He pointed at a pair of easy chairs that faced the set. Then he added, “Girls always perform best when their men are watching.”
“Cool,” Jeremy said. “This ought to be fun. Knock ‘em dead, Candace!”
“Go get ‘em, Stace,” said Coltrane.
“All right, girls,” Troy said, “come onto the set, and we’ll start shooting.”
Part of the set had been made to look like the balcony of a building, with a slightly raised platform and a rail at one end. Troy took a small notepad out of his shirt pocket, glanced at some handwritten notes on the pad, then directed the girls up onto the platform.
At first, Troy simply had Candace and Stacy pose together, alternately voguing for the camera and giving each other playfully flirty looks. Candace found this surprisingly effortless; her Bunny training had taught her a lot about how to pose sexily.
“Very nice, girls,” Troy said as he moved slowly around them, snapping picture after picture and sometimes taking several shots in the space of a few seconds.
Troy then had Candace and Stacy stand back to back, their shoulders and tight asses touching as the girls smiled naughtily at the camera. He took several more pictures, then glanced at his notepad again.
“Now,” he said, “time to get flirtier. Turn around and look in each other’s eyes. I want to see some smoke.”
As she had done on the night of their first performance for their men, Candace looked at Stacy, taking in the whole of her. Her short skirt revealed a great deal of lovely thigh, and her blue-green top was tight over her chest, showing off her small breasts and her little pointed nipples. Then Candace’s eyes moved up to her girlfriend’s beautiful face with its dark, almond eyes, and Candace couldn’t help but look into them with desire. Stacy was looking back at her with the same kind of passion, which further heightened Candace’s feelings of attraction and arousal.
“Perfect, girls, perfect!” Troy exclaimed, snapping away. “Stacy, put one finger on Candace’s cheek, like you’re running it down her face. Yes, that’s right, good, good. Now run that finger down her neck—okay, stop there for a second, that’s good. And now run it all the way down until your fingertip is on Candace’s nipple.”
Candace felt a spark of pleasure in her left nipple when Stacy’s finger gently touched it.
The shoot became more and more “hands-on”—kissing, teasing each other’s nipples through their tops, taking the tops off and fondling each other, then kissing and licking each other’s small, perky breasts. Jeremy and Coltrane watched with interest and occasionally shouted words of encouragement.
“Stacy,” Troy said. “get down on one knee in front of Candace and then slowly pull her panties down. Think of her pussy as something precious, like it’s a treasure you just found, and now you’re carefully uncovering it.”
Candace looked down at Stacy and was amazed by her BFF’s acting chops. As Stacy eased Candace’s panties down, revealing first her little red tuft, then the pink hood of her clit, and then more and more of Candace’s folds, Stacy looked at Candace’s pussy with something like awe, or reverence.
“Good, Stacy, that’s excellent,” Troy said. “Now Candace, in a second I’m going to want you to pick up your left foot and put it down on that rock just to the side there. But when you do it, I want you to be thinking about why you’re doing it: to show Stacy more of your pussy. To let her worship it the way she wants to. Now, with that thought in your mind, go ahead and lift your leg, nice and slowly.”
Candace thought back to the days when she was rehearsing to audition for the lead role in The Princess Sensibilities. As she lifted her leg, she tried to emote at Stacy the way she had emoted at herself in the mirror.
“No, no, no, Candace,” Troy said. “Don’t try to show her what you’re feeling. Talk to her without talking. The way you talk to Jeremy without words when you’re sucking his cock. Put your leg back down and try again.”
As Candace began to raise her left knee, she looked down at Stacy and thought, This is my pussy, Stacy. I want you to love it. I want you to worship it.
“Yes, that’s better,” Troy said, snapping one photo after another until after Candace’s foot alit on the rock. “That’s excellent, Candace. Stacy, I want you to look up from Candace’s pussy to her face. I want you to tell her without words how grateful you are that she is sharing this special gift with you.”
Once again, Candace was blown away by Stacy’s skills. The gratitude on her face looked absolutely genuine. Troy snapped several pictures.
“Perfect, just perfect,” he said. “Now, Stacy, move your head forward slowly, carefully. And then start licking Candace’s pussy. Once again, I want you to think of it like it’s something precious. You are loving and worshiping it with your tongue. And Candace, when she does that, I need you to react like you are feeling extreme pleasure—eyes closed, lips parted, like you’re just drinking in that sensation.”
The moment Stacy’s tongue touched Candace’s pussy, Candace didn’t need to act anymore. She’d been eaten out by several girls at obedience school, but Stacy was more skilled than all of those preteens put together.
“Ooooh, Stacy…” she moaned through her parted lips. “That feels so good…”
Troy snapped photos rapidly, moving around the girls and variously standing and crouching as he tried to capture the action from every angle.
“Perfect, girls, just perfect,” Troy said, lowering the camera. “Stacy, you can stop now. That was excellent.”
Stacy stood up. Candace panted, wishing Troy had let her keep going.
One more minute of that and I would have cum for sure, she thought.
“All right,” Troy said, “time to get your men involved. Fellows, I’m willing to bet watching that got you hard and ready.”
“Oh, for sure it did,” Coltrane said.
“Definitely,” Jeremy added.
“Then let’s have the two of you come over here.”
Troy positioned the boys side by side, about a yard apart. Then he had them both take out their cocks. Candace was pleased to see that Jeremy, like Coltrane, was fully hard; it made her feel warm and tingly and deliciously naughty to have brought him to that state merely by performing with Stacy.
“Girls,” Troy said, “slowly kneel down in front of your men, and keep your eyes on those cocks while you do it.”
Candace was always happy to look at Jeremy’s cock, especially when it was heavily erect like it was now. As she knelt, she could almost feel the texture of that delicious-looking cockhead on her lips.
“Now, girls, take hold of that cock in front of you. I want to see those delicate fingers wrapped around the base of it.”
The girls did as instructed. Candace could feel Jeremy’s cock throb in her hand, to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Good,” Troy said. “Now put the end of his cock in your mouth, and then look up at him. I want to see all your submissiveness here.”
Candace opened wide and took Jeremy’s cockhead between her lips. Then she gazed up at him as she thought, I am yours, Jeremy. I live to serve you and your beautiful cock. Please, use me any way you want to.
Candace supposed that her devotion must be showing on her face, because Troy said, “Very nice, Candace. Stacy, open your eyes a little wider as you look up at Coltrane; remember, you’re showing him that you belong to him. Yes, that’s better.”
Troy snapped several pictures, then said, “Girls, take a few more inches in your mouth. Imagine that you’re bobbing your head, and you’ve just gotten to the bottom of the bob before you start back up. Don’t forget to keep looking up at his face.”
Candace couldn’t imagine ever forgetting to do that. Seeing the pleasure on Jeremy’s face was one of the best things about blowing him.
She pushed her head forward, sliding her lips sensuously down Jeremy’s cock. Just because she was doing this for a photo didn’t mean she shouldn’t do her best to please her owner while she was at it.
Troy moved all around the two Bunnies and their men, taking pics from a variety of angles. Then he got down on his knees and adjusted his position so that his camera lens was aimed at the two girls’ necks.
“Now,” he said, “nice and slow, swallow that cock.”
Candace was excited to be able to show not just Jeremy but the whole Tri-State Area how well she could deepthroat her man. She swallowed, slowly and repeatedly, and Troy’s camera clicked again and again as the bulge in Candace’s throat extended all the way down to the notch at its base.
“Oh, Candace, that’s perfect!” Troy shouted. “Stacy, keep going; I want to see your pretty throat bulge like Candace’s.”
Candace remembered what Stacy had said about how Coltrane never had her deepthroat him, and her lack of practice had apparently put her at a disadvantage here. Luckily, Troy seemed to have experience coaching girls in the art of swallowing cock.
“Coltrane,” he said, “use just a little bit of pressure as you pull Stacy’s head toward you. Stacy, don’t try and force his cock down your throat; just keep swallowing, and it will go down on its own.”
Coltrane and Stacy both did as Troy suggested. Soon, Stacy’s chin was against Coltrane’s balls, and reflexive tears were making tracks down Stacy’s cheeks.
“There we go,” Troy said. “Very nice.”
He snapped several more pictures from various angles. Then he stood up.
“All right, guys, you can pull out now. But keep those cocks good and hard, because we’re about to move on to fucking.”
Slowly, the boys pulled their cocks out of the girls’ throats. Candace smiled breathlessly up at Coltrane as Troy handed her and Stacy wet cloths to clean the deepthroat-tears from their faces
“For the next pics,” Troy said, “I want the girls to bend over the railing.”
The girls, both topless and panty-less but still wearing their skirts, stood up and walked over to the railing, which was at the edge of the set.
“Let’s have Stacy on the left and Candace on the right,” Troy said. “Get nice and close to each other, girls; when you put your hands on the rail, Stacy’s right hand should only be a couple of inches away from Candace’s left hand.”
“This is it,” Stacy whispered excitedly to Candace. “We’re about to get fucked on camera!”
“Now,” Troy said, “guys, come up behind the girls and pull their skirts down. Take it nice and slow.”
Candace felt warm all over as Jeremy pulled her skirt down and Troy took picture after picture. Three months of regular exercise had given Candace’s ass some nice tone, and it excited her to think that the whole Tri-State Area was going to see it.
“Time for the grand finale,” Troy said. “Let’s have Jeremy fuck Candace in her pussy and Coltrane fuck Stacy in her ass. Stacy, squat down just a little to get your asshole at the right height.”
Candace looked at Stacy as the girl lowered her ass to the requisite height. Candace could see the excitement on her bestie’s face.
Troy then glanced at his notepad and said, “Jeremy, go ahead and put just the head of your cock in Candace’s pussy. Coltrane, grab some lube from that dispenser next to you and then put your cockhead in Stacy’s asshole.”
Candace let out a little moan as Jeremy pushed his cockhead into her wet, very ready pussy. Several seconds later, she heard Stacy make a similar soft moan as Coltrane pushed the head of his cock into her asshole.
“Perfect,” Troy said. “Stay just like that for a minute.”
He moved all around the two coupled couples, snapping pictures from every angle. Then he said, “All right guys, you can start fucking your girls. But take it nice and slow. And Candace, put your hand over Stacy’s on the rail. I’m thinking this picture will have a caption like, ‘The only thing these two besties like better than getting fucked is getting fucked together.’”
Candace put her hand on top of Stacy’s, and Stacy looked over at her and smiled breathlessly. Stacy’s face was flushed and her lips were parted, making it clear to Candace that the girl really did like getting assfucked by her man.
“Good job, guys,” Troy said to Jeremy and Coltrane as Troy took picture after picture. “Just keep pumping those hot girls of yours nice and slow so we can catch all this great action on camera.”
Candace felt a thrill go through her whole body. Not only was she getting fucked in front of a near-stranger, but in a week or so, tens of thousands of strangers across the Tri-State Area would be looking at her, their eyes travelling all over her naked body. They would see the way her breasts hung beneath her as she bent over the rail, the wetness of her pussy where Jeremy pushed into her again and again, and the sheer horny excitement and pleasure on her face as she got fucked. These thoughts made Candace so aroused that she already wanted Jeremy to fuck her faster.
Of course, he couldn’t do that yet, because Troy was still taking pictures from every angle. Candace found herself looking forward to seeing, among other things, a close-up of Coltrane’s thick cock as it stretched Stacy’s tight little asshole.
After a few very long minutes, Troy finally said, “Okay, fellows, you can go ahead and fuck your sweet little Bunnies as hard and fast as you want. And when you’re ready to cum, pull out and shoot it on her ass so our readers can see.”
Jeremy and Coltrane must have been as horny as Candace was, because both boys immediately started fucking their girls good and hard. Stacy gasped and panted even as she mindlessly murmured, “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass…”
Candace used her grip on the rail to thrust her ass back against Jeremy’s hips, ensuring that he got balls-deep in her pussy on every powerful stroke. She panted and moaned, and words like “Please” and “Yes” and “More” tumbled from her mouth without thought. And then, when Jeremy really poured it on and his hips were smacking fast and loud against Candace’s ass, her vocalizations merged together into one long, vibrato moan that grew louder and louder.
“Aaaaaah!” she cried, raising her face to the ceiling and bowing her back as orgasm hit her hard. “AaaaahhhhaaaaaaahhhhAAAAAAAH!”
Jeremy grunted “NNNNNGH!” as he pulled out and fired gouts of hot cum all over Candace’s ass. The redhead screamed even louder; Jeremy had never cum on her body before, and feeling the heat of his seed stripe her ass was a new thrill.
Moments later, when Candace started to come down from her orgasm, she could feel the heat of her man’s seed inside her, which added to her postcoital bliss. As did the screams and shouts of Stacy and Coltrane when they both came.
“Very nice, everyone!” Troy declared. “Now, for our last shot, let’s have Stacy and Candace turn to each other and kiss.”
The two girls took a moment to catch their breath, then kissed. Even after being fucked halfway to heaven, Candace could still appreciate the softness and warmth of her bestie’s lips.
“Yes, that’s it, girls, very good,” Troy said, snapping a rapid-fire series of pics. Then he straightened up and let the camera hang from his neck.
“Well,” he said, “I think we’ve got enough pictures to tell a great story. Our readers are going to love it.”
“I know I will,” Coltrane said. Moving up next to Stacy and pulling her to his side, he continued, “Watching my girl get fucked on home video is one thing, but seeing it captured by a professional photographer is going to be a whole other level of hot.”
As Stacy snuggled up to him, Coltrane smiled down at her and said, “You can be one hell of a slut sometimes, you know that?”
Stacy looked up at him naughtily. “I’m always a slut for my man.”
Jeremy came up next to Candace and said, “You did great, babe. I couldn’t be prouder of my hot little fucktoy.”
Candace threw her arms around him and replied, “Being your fucktoy makes me so happy, Jeremy. And I can’t wait for everyone to see me with your cock down my throat.”
“I’m definitely going to enjoy seeing that,” Jeremy said. “It seemed like you really had fun up there.”
“So much fun,” Candace replied.
My gosh, Candace realized. I’m in a world where having fun is literally part of my job. Do I even want to go back to the First Dimension?
As Candace, Stacy, and the boys cleaned themselves up in the studio’s showers, Candace became lost in thought. The truth was, ever since she finished her obedience training, Candace had been thinking less and less about trying to get back to her own dimension. Yes, now and then she still missed her parents and even her brothers, but she had Jeremy, and Stacy, and she felt closer to both of them than ever. She didn’t have to worry about busting her brothers because in this world, everyone already knew what the boys could do. And did Candace really care that she would never go to college or have a career? It wasn’t like she’d ever had a solid idea of what she wanted to do with her life. And now, she would never have to worry about that, because those decisions were out of her hands anyway. All she had to do, would ever have to do, was serve the man she loved and look good doing it. Yes, there were menial tasks involved, like making the bed every morning, but the fact that she shared that bed with Jeremy made even that chore a pleasant one.
When they were all cleaned up and dressed, they said goodbye to Troy and headed out the door. Jeremy put his arm around Candace’s shoulders.
“Let’s go home, Candace,” he said. “After that performance, I’m gonna need an encore.” Candace giggled.
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