"No. That's too much. You've got enough pictures of me already, and look where they've got me."

"Ann…"

"I'm doing everything you ask. I'm sucking your dick, I'm letting you fuck me. I'm doing my part, even getting good at it. No more pictures." She looked determined.

It occurred to me immediately to threaten her with publication of the photos I did have, but I was not sure that would work. She knew that I would rather fuck her than ruin her, and it took some of my power away so long as she continued to put out. But I had noticed her obsession building and decided to try and use it.

I said nothing more about the photos until about twenty minutes later, while we were fucking. I had her on her back, and was pumping her pussy with long, deep strokes while thumbing her clit with my left hand. I had taken care not to give her too much too fast, since her orgasms were slower in arriving but much more intense when I took my time in this way.

When I sensed that she was about to come – her back was arching, her face was intense, her thighs quivvering – I abruptly stopped, my dick halfway in her, and held my position.

"Uhhhhhhh. No, don't stop, I'm close," she whined.

"I want to take some more pictures of you, Ann." I moved my cock slightly and rubbed a spot very near her clit with my thumb.

"No, no, oh you bastard. Make me come, oh, make me come."

"You want my cock, Ann?"

"Oh god yes, make me come Sir Richard I want to come so bad…" she was lifting her hips now, trying to fuck herself on my cock, but I pressed her down with my hand and gave her only short, infrequent, shallow strokes, just enough to make her crazy.

She was whimpering, almost crying. "Please, please, god I wanna cooooome…"

"The pictures, Ann. Agree to the pictures and you can come. Say yes and I'll give you everything I've got."