Her Taboo Surprise (Filmed With Her Family?!) (TOO HOT TO PRINT!)

Her Taboo Surprise











Would you take sexy photos or be spanked for money?

An online ad spurs sexy Jenna to consider modelling for money. Her money situation is dire and she doesn’t want to get kicked out of her apartment. What lengths would you go to in order to stay off the streets?

The ad didn’t tell her the whole story, though. When the sexy man (who looks strangely familiar) that she’s posing with starts smacking her bum, Jenna has to make a choice: Will she break her contract, or will she let herself be spanked and seduced for money?

In this smutty, steamy story, you will find:


  • Spanking
  • BDSM
  • Exhibitionism
  • Taboo Sex
  • Sex on camera



I nod, pulling my braid over my shoulder and fidgeting with the end as I wander over to the two brothers. Harry hands me an outfit. It’s a blue skirt and a white shirt that is so thin I’m worried it will be see through. “Where’s the changing room?”

Harry gives me a blank look.

“We don’t have one. Most models just change where they are,” Paul says.

I look at the outfit and back up at Harry and Paul. Well, I better do what they expect. Untying my dress, I let it slide down my body and to the floor. All three men’s eyes are on me now, admiring my curves and breasts. Reluctantly, Harry hands me the skirt, which I bend over to slip over my legs. I can feel all eyes on my ass and can’t help but blush, my face burning red. I stand back up and take the shirt. Once that’s done, the men have calmed down a bit.

“You look amazing. Put on these shoes and go stand by Brock,” Harry says. He touches the small of my back as he pushes me toward the stage.

Slipping into the black shoes on the floor, I admire myself for a second in the mirror. I look pretty cute, but I’m starting to suspect they haven’t been up front with me about what I’ll be doing.

“Um, I was told I’d be paid $200 upfront. Could I get that, please?” I hope I don’t sound too pushy.

Paul digs into his pockets and pulls out a giant wad of cash. I take it and place it in my purse. Even if something weird is going on, at least they’re reliable about the money. I go back over to my brother, who is leaning against the desk. I notice he’s put on a jacket, tweed with leather patches sewn over the elbows. It’s a good look on him, the light brown tweed against his tanned skin. His smile reassures me as he takes my hand.

“Go ahead and sit here.” I sit in the chair in front of the desk. “Perfect, now slide the chair out a bit and turn more toward the camera. They need to see your body.”

Scooting the chair out, I lean my body into the desk slightly, sucking in my stomach. Brock looks to Harry, who is now holding the camera. I glance over and see that Paul is also behind a camera. “What’s that one for?”

Brock follows the direction of my eyes. “Oh! We’re recording this, just to see where we could make changes. It’ll probably be good for your portfolio too.”

I nod, still not fully understanding. Or maybe I just want to believe this is all innocent.

“Now, try to smile. Innocently, but like you have a secret.”

I do my best to follow his direction, as he poses me and tells me how to look at him. He takes off his jacket, then comes to sit on my desk with a ruler.

“Now, I need you to look like you’re gasping while I do this.” He hops off the desk, kneels beside me, and grabs my thigh, opening it slightly. No need for me to act this one out! I do actually gasp. With a flash of light, the picture is taken.

“What are you doing?” I ask, eying him suspiciously.

“Did you not read over the contract, love?”

Shaking my head, I reply, “No, why?”

“Well, you got yourself into this. You can’t turn back now. Stand up and bend over the desk.”


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