"I donno, I hear a lot of weird things happen in that business."

She shakes her blonde head, a frown marring her full mouth. I take a quick glance at her full body lying besides me on the bed. Her labia are still swollen from her recent arousal. I reach out and stroke a soft thigh as I continue my argument.

"Well _now_ you don't have to go to a studio, or let them take the pictures or anything. _You_ get your own pictures taken with a digital camera and send them in over the Internet. But with the 'naughty bits', you know, the really sexual parts, covered over." Her eyes meet mine, and I grin disarmingly as I casually stroke her cunt.

I continue, "And if they like them, they tell you which ones they'd like, and you send the unedited graphic files to them and they pay you for them."

She still is dubious. "No, I don't think I'd be interested in that."

"OK, no problem, just thought I'd let you know. It would be a pretty easy way to make some money anyway. And you know, I have quite a collection of photographs of you already, in various poses. Remember that day when we did the B&D? And when Allen came over? I got quite a few interesting shots then."

"No, I don't think so." She shakes her head. "If you enjoy them, well, I guess that's all right .. but I wouldn't want them out where everyone could see them." She gives me a quick hard look. "You haven't let anybody else see those pictures, right?"

"No, of course not," I respond. And it's the truth. No one's seen the pictures of my sexy young stepdaughter being fucked by the young teenager, or of his cock buried in her mouth, his young balls swinging under her chin as she sucked him off. That was quite a day, I recall: I had a digital image record of Karen's pleasures, but had lost count of her orgasms.

"Well .. OK," she finally says. "It's one thing you and me doing stuff, or even .. you know, Allen coming over and doing things with me, and you taking pictures of me .. but I wouldn't want anyone else to see that kind of stuff."

I'm disappointed. Well, it was a good try anyway. But now I have to cover my tracks.

"That's fine, Karen, whatever you want. But please .. it's really important that we keep this just to ourselves, OK? Your mother would be really pissed if she even knew I was talking to you about things like this. Oh .. she knows that I sometimes come over here to service you, that housework for sex thing you and she worked out .. but she doesn't know about Allen or any of the other things we've been doing."

"Oh, sure, no, I won't mention anything."

I leave it at that. She doesn't seem interested, and any further argument would make her suspicous that I (!) had ulterior motives.

A few days later she calls me on my business line and asks me to drop by. This is unusual behavior (she hardly ever calls me, although she's on the phone with her mother all the time), and I'm immediately curious as to what she wants. Could it be my photography proposal? I drop by and she's now more interested in my Internet X-rated graphics proposal. She's been thinking about it.

"It was the idea of someone else taking the pictures that had bothered me," Karen explains. "But if it weren't some stranger or some weird photographer taking the shots .. well, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. It might be kind of fun, you know, kind of sexy, to get some new really interesting .. well, adult or nude shots made. To go along with whatever you already have. I never posed for any nude shots before." She glances away, and then meets my eyes again. "And they really pay money for them, out on the Internet?"

Ah, good old greedy Karen. I knew the scent of some easy money would draw her back.

"Yep, sure do .. they sell full collections of X-rated shots on CD-ROM, and with the CD-ROM's holding so many shots they're running out of material. And the people buying them are sick of seeing the same old models and the same old shots used over and over again. So the CD-ROM publishers are looking for new material, and now they find they're having to pay for it. I just checked again the other day, still usually twenty bucks for a good image .. and normal people, not Playboy models with perfect bodies and plastic boobs."

I look at my sexy young stepdaughter and see greed in her eyes. "But you understand, they aren't paying twenty bucks for something with a cheerleader showing her panties, or somebody in a bikini with the top down. There are still plenty of professional models, and amateurs too, doing that kind of stuff."

She looks at me expectantly. I can see her white teeth biting her full lower lip. Nervous? Or excited, turned on by the idea of behing photographed nude or while having sex? I can't tell.

"The real market is in what they call 'hard core,' the more blatantly sexual shots, full closeups of vaginas, shots of actual vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex. And the more dramatic the better."

Karen licks her lips nervously. "Yeah, I kind of figured it would be like that. Well, I guess I could do something like that too .. although I'm a little nervous about getting my face in those kinds of pictures."

She contemplates some more, and then asks, "Would we be able to use your digital camera like before? Is it good enough for this kind of work?"

"Yep, it'll do just fine." I reply. I raise up on one elbow and catch her eye, establishing control as I lean over her. "I'll use my camera and take the pictures myself. And I'd do the initial editing, and the Emailing of the images and everything. You provide the body, the sex, and I'll do the camera work. Understand? Just like always, I'll be in charge."

Karen takes a deep breath and nods. "Well, I guess that would be all right." For some reason, despite the extensive intimacies we've shared in the past, my young stepdaughter is remarkably reserved about this whole X-rated photography business. I shrug to myself; I've learned from experience she doesn't mind fucking like a rabbit once she's in the mood, but the public nature of photographs being distributed must be bothering her. Well, once she gets started, there'll be no problem.......(cont)