Show & Sell

“You look good. Look at that pussy,” I say.

Each picture that pops up makes my cock rise to action. I can’t get these out of my head.

Although if I had to choose one out of all of them, I think the one with the cum all over her face is the best.

Aurora covers her mouth.

“Oh my God! Look at this one,” Aurora says, pointing to the screen.

I look up with a smile on my face. The picture was one where Aurora’s clit was a little chocolate-covered cherry.

“Is that me? Is that really what I look like?” she asks.

Laughing, I shake my head because I’d heard that before. Working with models, it’s a common question.

Sometimes, the camera sees more than the naked eye. Most of them are in awe of the beauty they see.

With Aurora, I know the camera doesn’t see half of what I do. She’s even prettier in real life.

“Of course that’s you, baby, and you’re a fucking knockout. Get used to it.”

I refill our glasses, taking a moment to lean over and nibble her shoulder. Her skin’s a little salty from the workout, but I want more. I think, with Aurora, I will always want more.

A picture comes up that stops me immediately. I print it right away. It’s the photograph of Aurora with her face spray-painted with my cum.

“Look at this one,” I say.

“Oh God. Look how much cum is on my face!” Aurora whispers.

I hold it in my hand for a moment or two, studying the way she looks. I’m awestruck for a second. I spend my life photographing women, but this leaves me speechless.

“She’s beautiful. This girl right here. The way she has cum dripping down her cheek. She’s impossible to forget. I think that’s why I can’t stop thinking about her,” I confess.

I bet my brothers wish they could be me right now. I want to ask Aurora if she’s seen any of them since that night, but I don’t. I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question.

“Is that how you see me? Beautiful—and with cum all over my face?” Aurora asks.

I shake my head. Why question when a man finds you attractive? I can never figure out women.

“My cum. Big difference. If it was someone else’s, maybe not,” I say, laughing.

I’m not a jealous man. A dominant one, but not jealous. Possessive but never insecure.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” I tell her. “You’re a sexual woman, one who’s just figuring that out.

“When you came to the car tonight, my cock was throbbing for you. You have the ability to make me want you, to crave you. I see an amazing woman when I look at you, Aurora. You’re someone on the cusp of finding her own place in the world. What do you see when you look in the mirror?”

I pour us both a fresh glass of wine while I wait for her response. I have a feeling that she is not as confident as she could be. Or at least, she’s not as aware of her own beauty and magnetism as I am.

Aurora picks up the picture. Her fingers move across the photo as though she’s savoring it.

“I’ve never thought this could be me. The girl in the picture is different than who I was a month ago. I knew I was attractive, but she’s…beautiful. I think that might be why I have a hard time seeing me as you see me,” Aurora says, her eyes on the picture.

I knew she would feel that way. Aurora is new to sexual explorations. A year from now, I probably won’t even recognize her.

Sure, her looks might be the same, but her soul will be changed, especially if she has me to teach her. I don’t plan on tonight being the last time we are together. I know I need more.

“That girl in the picture is perfect. Each time we’re together, she’ll grow into a woman. Not that you’re not one now, but you have so much to learn,” I say, hoping she understands.

I smile, reaching out to cup her chin, kissing her lips softly. I want her to know that she deserves to be here with me. She can make a grown man drunk with that seductive pout.

Aurora pulls back from the kiss. Our eyes are searching the other for something unknown.

“I understand. You see in me the woman I will one day be. I understand that now. I’m looking forward to this journey. Never once did I think that I would be that girl—the one in the picture. I like it, though. She’s me. She’s what you see,” Aurora says.

Aurora is a natural model. I fight the urge to grab the camera again. White fur covers her body just enough to tempt my desires.

I need to touch her once more. Reaching out, I move a single finger across her shoulder blade. My nail traces down her arm till I see chills on her flawless skin.