Chapter 3

I met Mr Toy when I first started modeling. He seemed very decent at first. He was a teacher with a wife and two daughters. My initial shoots with him were basic, sexy fashion shoots, and I didn't notice anything amiss. Sometimes he would even organize fashion shoots for me.

One day, I received a message from Mr Toy. He asked if I was interested in doing a paid lingerie and implied nude shoot for his personal collection. Trusting him, I agreed and met him the next day.

Mr Toy took me to a budget hotel in the East, which made me feel like we were there for something more than just a photoshoot. A woman's intuition is usually right. I started in a white lingerie set on the bed, and Mr Toy began shooting as usual.

Then, he asked me to turn around so he could take pictures of my backside. I found this request odd and questioned him, "Why do you want pictures of my butt? It might look strange."

"Don't worry, Cat. I just want to experiment with new angles for lingerie shoots," Mr Toy replied in a friendly tone. I decided to go along with it, and he didn't ask for anything else unusual during the lingerie shoot.

After the white lingerie set, I wanted to change into another set, but Mr Toy seemed impatient and urged me to move straight to the implied nude shoot. He assured me he would still pay me according to our agreed rates since he was satisfied with the lingerie pictures.

Since Mr Toy was willing to pay extra for the implied nude shoot, I proceeded to remove my bra and panties. However, just as I was about to do so, he requested to take pictures of me slowly undressing.

I complied until I was completely naked, covering my breasts with my hands and using a blanket for the lower part of my body. Mr Toy eagerly snapped photos with his flash and wide-angle lens.

"How big are your boobs now, Cat?" Mr Toy suddenly asked.

"36C," I replied, changing my pose. There was a sudden awkward silence.

As the shoot continued, Mr Toy asked me to turn around again for more pictures, this time with my bare butt exposed. I hesitated but eventually agreed to finish the shoot quickly.

After two hours, I realized Mr Toy had booked the room for three hours, as there was no reminder to leave. As I started to put my lingerie back on, Mr Toy grabbed my hand and spoke to me seriously.

"Cat, I need a favor. I hope you can help me, and I'll reward you generously," he said, holding a plastic bag with a purple vibrator inside.

"Test this for me," Mr Toy requested nervously.

"Test it? Are you serious? Why don't you ask your wife or daughters instead?" I responded, feeling angry and losing respect for him.

"Please, Cat. Just this once. I'll reward you handsomely," he pleaded, offering me money.

"Why me? I don't understand," I questioned, surprised by his request.

Mr Toy explained that he bought the vibrator for an erotic shoot organized by EL, a controversial figure in the local modeling industry known for mistreating new models.

Reluctantly, I agreed to test the vibrator in exchange for $200. Mr Toy assured me there would be no photos or videos, just a demonstration.

I received an additional $400 for the lingerie and implied nude shoots. Worried he might not pay me, I agreed to his request. I would use the vibrator in front of him for 30 minutes for $200, with no recording allowed.

Naked on the bed, I spread my legs and began using the vibrator, feeling its cold, solid touch. I moaned softly as Mr Toy watched eagerly. Eventually, I reached orgasm, lost in pleasure.

Suddenly, Mr Toy offered to help and took over, continuing to use the vibrator on me. I was too exhausted and overwhelmed to protest as he pleasured me with the toy. After a few minutes, I felt sore and drained.

I asked Mr Toy to stop using the vibrator, feeling that I had had enough.

"Still got another 10 minutes, you know? So fast tired?" Mr Toy laughed. Glancing at my phone, I realized only 20 minutes had passed, yet the vibrator had already brought me to orgasm. However, it was too intense, leaving my pussy sore.

"Can we cut it short? I'm already in pain and tired," I pleaded.

Mr Toy: Cannot... I already paid you, unless you compensate me in another way

"What do you want?" I asked, puzzled.

"Let me lick you instead," Mr Toy replied, not waiting for my response. He set the vibrator aside, spread my legs wider, and knelt to lick my pussy lips. Using his tongue and lips, he spread my juices around while fingering me with two fingers.

I moaned at his sudden actions. Things heated up in the hotel room as Mr Toy became more greedy, licking my boobs and attempting to kiss me, which I refused. Frustrated by my rejection, he decided to use the vibrator again.

"What are you doing? I thought we agreed to stop using it!" I exclaimed in dismay.

"I want to see you moan more!" Mr Toy gave me an evil smile, revealing his true intentions. I started to moan in pain and surrendered to the situation.

"Help me masturbate," Mr Toy instructed, grabbing my hand and presenting his hard cock. I complied, giving him a hand job. As I moved my fist up and down his shaft, he urged me to go faster, accidentally pushing the vibrator deeper inside me, causing me to moan in pain.

Realizing his mistake, Mr Toy stopped the vibrator but couldn't resist the sight of my wet pussy. He became more excited, and without hesitation, he pressed me onto the bed, inserting his cock into my vagina.

I was shocked by his actions, as it was the first time a photographer had entered me without my consent, especially someone I respected, being a teacher. Despite my attempts to push him away, I was too weak from the vibrator's torture. Mr Toy thrust hard, overpowering me.

As he continued, his pace quickened, and I feared he would ejaculate inside me. With my remaining strength, I pushed him away just in time. His cock exited my vagina, and he ejaculated on my thigh.

Disappointed, Mr Toy realized the time was almost up as the hotel phone rang. I quickly wiped off the cum, dressed, and prepared to leave.

"Not going for a shower?" Mr Toy asked, offering more money.

Mr Toy: This is for compensation. I got too horny watching you masturbate with the vibrator, so the urge to fuck you was too strong

Despite wanting to slap him, I took the cash and left, avoiding further interaction. I hailed a cab and headed to the nearest clinic for a morning-after pill.

Months later, I underwent a health check to ensure I hadn't contracted any diseases. Relieved to be healthy, I cut off contact with Mr Toy. I later learned from a model friend that he was involved in selling and exchanging nude pictures of local models for profit, even threatening some to find victims for him.

Eventually, he faced trouble with the police but escaped due to lack of evidence. I couldn't comprehend how a respected teacher had turned into a predator. Perhaps karma would catch up with him one day.

Two weeks after the incident, I visited a sex shop and purchased the same vibrator. It was my first one, and although unsure why I bought it, the pleasure it brought made me want to try it again in the privacy of my room.