Mimi followed his instructions, and sprawled out on the hay, ignoring the dusty smell that often made her wheeze and her nose water, and ignoring the hellish prick of the dried hay. He suggested she turn slightly on one side, and she obediently shifted her weight so she faced the camera, her nerve-ends tingling as the camera lens aimed straight at her unclothed body.
"Put one leg over the other… I want to see some of that inner thigh in the shot."
Flushed in the cheeks, Mimi obeyed, readjusting her long smooth legs, unaware that tiny strands of her soft pubic hair were obscenely visible. Mimi, the country girl, started spreading her legs out on the hay, every once in a while clamping them shut again with the remembrance of what she was doing!
"… That's it, loosen up," encouraged the photographer. "Just imagine you're lying under an apple tree in the sunlight, and nobody's around… just you… relax, close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath… just you and the apple tree…"
Mimi followed his instructions, feeling an instant sense of relaxation take over. Her limbs loosened, her seeming to grow almost as they stretched out the hay, and with it her inhibitions loosened too. Just as Dobkins wanted. She closed her eyes recalling the apple orchard on her father's farm and how she and Joey, her father's farmhand, had kissed under that tree. How did Dobkins know? His lips soft and moist, his tongue probing into her mouth. It wasn't long before she was writhing on the hay, unconsciously undulating her hips in tiny circles. How long had it been since she'd kissed a boy?
The photographer pressed the button on his electric Hasselblad, flicking off shot after shot, and when the film was used up, Dobkins decided it was time to pause. Time for his libido to take a break, really. He came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obvious as flashing bill boards.
Hearing footsteps crunching on the hay just next to her ear, Mimi looked up in time to see Mr. Dobkins' face coming closer, closer to hers. She stared him straight in the eye, with the penetration of a snake ready to strike. "Mr. Dobkins…" she scolded. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dobkins stifled a laugh while Mimi squirmed against and down into the prickly hay, vainly trying to cringe away from this frightening leering man. Looking at her naked body was one thing… that was money, but touching it was a different matter entirely. Touching and had nothing to do with tuition and making money and solving her problems.
"No… please don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she said, her voice loud, full of fear.
"Hey, come on, kid," he belted back, his fingers already unfastening his belt, a move that immediately caught Mimi's watchful eye.
"What are you doing?"
He had her pinned to the hay pile now. "You're not going anywhere, honey," the older man smirked, his belt undone and his polyester pants half-open at the top of the zipper. "There's a prop I forgot to give you little girl… a lollipop to stick between those luscious lips of yours."
"Huh?" Mimi was quick to lose patience. "Please, Mr. Dobkins, I don't have a lot of time… I have to get back to the dorm and… So, please, let's get on the pictures…" Instinctively, she knew what was happening, but if she admitted it to herself, she wasn't sure she could stand the anguish or the embarrassment of letting him see her tears.
Dobkins squeezed her calf firmly in his strong confining grip, holding her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free hand.
"Here you are, honey," he said, "just what you need!" He reached inside his pants like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled out his thick, menacingly hard cock. It flopped lewdly over his zipper, the bloated tip slowly swelling in size as it sniffed open air.
Even Mimi couldn't hide the truth from herself now. "Stop it, Mr. Dobkins… put… put it away!" She shielded her eyes from the heavy, ugly organ or purplish flesh.
Dobkins only grinned and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her naked body farther down onto the hay pile, dust flying like a cloud of smoke. Mimi grasped for something to hang onto, but found nothing but one of her sandals lost in the fray. "Now you watch yourself, little lady… there's nobody here, remember?"
Behind them, one of the horses – probably Pansy – let out an ominous whine and he kicked out his hind legs, bucking, in protest to the ravishment of his dear Mimi laying naked on the hay.
"Even… even Pansy knows you're a… a crook, a liar!" she spat in his face, her chestnut hair checkered with twigs of hay entangled in her curls.
"Too bad little girl… don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he smiled down at her. "I got something better to put in that mouth of yours." The man of average height and weight rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled undershorts to mid-thigh. Now Mimi could see all of his bulky thick cock and his huge, cum-burdened balls dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short stubby knob of his cock.
Dobkins could see his model sizing him up, making all sorts of appraisals of his manhood, and he sincerely wondered how many other men she'd sized up. One or twenty? You couldn't tell with the innocent type, those women who worked at deception. Anyway, they all looked at him this way – at first. Maybe his little pumper wasn't much to look at now, but he knew what surprises it had in store for this snooty nosed little bitch! She thinks she's too good for me, but baby, what a surprise you've got coming little girl! I'm gonna pump you like a baseball.
He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her pure, lushly ripened nakedness. So healthy, so damned healthy and innocent. She was a juicy, fresh-picked peach – all naked and inviting, lusciously perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips… and his cock!
He lifted one knee awkwardly, wincing at the pain of the hay picking into his flesh. Christ, the tortures I put myself through for a piece of ass… easier to go out and buy a piece from a working girl… Then he shoved that knee between Mimi's hips until he was straddling her securely, pinning her down on the hay.
The panic-stricken girl squirmed to escape him as he rose on one knee and yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot, taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Dobkins anticipated that, and thwarted her attempt immediately. He pinned her instantly with one hand right in the middle of her smooth flat belly, tightly smashing her against the hay as he pulled his pants free of his other leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.
Her defenseless body's strength to resist now weakening, Mimi pleaded helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind whirling, half-dazed windmill of fear and humiliation.
Oh, God, please… don't let this awful thing happen to me! Oh God, I was such a fool! So hungry for a fast solution and now I'm going to pay for my greediness. "Oh, please, Mr. Dobkins… you can take all the photographs of me you want… But not this! Not this!"
CHAPTER TWO
Mimi Spender cried, screamed, kicked, and pleaded to her guardian angels. It did no good. Pinned to the hay stack with that smirking photographer squatting victoriously over her, she wondered how she could have been so stupidly ignorant as to let this man sweet talk her into getting naked. His immense hairy balls were brushing her flat smooth belly, his thick knob of a cock beginning to swell and harden as it dangled beneath his taut stomach.
"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get. I know you aren't a virgin, for Chrissakes. Nobody takes off their clothes like that… not if they got a cherry!" leered Dobkins, gripping his stiffly hardening cock in his right hand. "You and I both know you want to get fucked!"
"No! You've got it all wrong!" cried Mimi, her eyes wide with terror. "I don't want to do it!"
Easing his form forward, the older man slid his naked loins over the pinioned girl's trembling belly until his heavy balls dangled lewdly between her bulging, quivering breasts. As he knelt, her pink crinkly nipples jutted straight up at him, the soft curve of her ripely molded breasts resting against his thighs where he straddled her, pinning her between his thick legs.