A Helping Hand

by Dirty Ulf.

This is the story of an eighteen-year-old newlywed who moves back into her former stepfather's home while searching for a place of her own, as her husband serves overseas in the military. What begins as a temporary living arrangement soon takes an unexpected turn.

This story contains interracial sex and old/young stuff if you feel that female 18/19 and 40-something older man and old/young heading.

Chapter 1

I was forty years old, divorced, and living on my own. My marriage had ended a couple of years earlier, and since we never had any children, there was nothing really tying me to my former life. I'd grown accustomed to being single again, enjoying the freedom of doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, without having to consider anyone else.

I'd dated a few women since my divorce, but nothing had developed into anything serious. I wasn't particularly lonely, although I had to admit that coming home to an empty house every evening wasn't always as wonderful as I'd imagined. I suppose I missed having someone to share the little things in life with, someone to laugh with over dinner or simply curl up beside on the couch.

But instead, I got hooked on porn. I regularly downloaded videos and pictures from the Internet and loved reading erotic stories. I was particularly drawn to pictures of Black women with their chocolate-brown skin, nearly black nipples, and velvety pubic hair. I was a white male in my late thirties, and I had never been with a black woman. My ex-wife and I enjoyed an adventurous sex life. She got turned on watching X-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I did, but she didn't understand my fascination with dark-skinned women.

I worked as an analyst for a securities company, and my wife was a lawyer specializing in corporate mergers. She traveled a lot and was frequently out of town for several days at a time. Whenever she was gone, I surfed the web or used my file-sharing program to search for pictures and videos of beautiful black women. Most of the models on the websites I found looked like junkie whores instead of models. Where were the gorgeous black babes? I had a fantasy of taking matters into my own hands and inviting a young Black woman over to the house for a photo shoot. My wife worked her way through law school as a photographer and still had all the camera equipment, lights, and backdrops. My ultimate fantasy was that the photo shoot would lead to hot sex with a beautiful, young black woman.

So, why did we divorce, you might ask?

Well, one day, I actually did it.

We had an intern working in our office for the summer.

She was the daughter of one of my clients, and this was her third summer working for us.

Her name was Katrina, and she definitely was a sexy, 18-year-old black girl.

She sorted the mail, did filing and general clerical duties for the analysts who worked on my floor, and we interacted frequently with good rapport. She was a knockout. She had shiny black hair hanging down to her shoulders, beautiful big brown eyes set between high cheekbones, and a smile made more inviting by a thick, pouty lower lip. She was about 5' 8" with long, shapely legs usually covered with black nylons. She wore short skirts that fit tightly across her round ass cheeks that gently curve up to her slender waist. Her ample breasts pushed out her clinging tops, creating perfectly round orbs high on her chest. Every day I watched her push the mail cart through the hallways and imagined caressing her naked ass or sucking on her black nipples. I fantasized taking her home with me and photographing her in a variety of lewd positions before pounding my hard cock into her tight, young pussy. I had to stay behind my desk whenever she was around to hide the bulge in my pants.

"Hey, Mr. Steve, I've got a few envelopes for you today. Looks like some papers to sign. Do you want me to wait for them?" Katrina had walked into my office with the mail. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, giving me a generous view of the top of her tits as they disappeared into a black, lace bra. She wore a gray skirt with a pink belt cinched across her flat stomach.

"That would be great, Kat. It should only take a minute or two. Have a seat." I motioned her to one of the chairs across from my desk. She sat down; her skirt rode halfway up her thigh even before she crossed her legs. I tried not to leer at her as I opened the manila envelope.

"All ready for college?" I asked, "When do you leave us this time?"

I stared at her lovely legs as I signed on the designated lines on the documents. I watched her uncross her legs and catch a glimpse of bare thigh above her black nylons.

"Three more weeks, then I'm a college freshman. My dad's driving me up to school and staying the weekend to help me get settled. I'm going to miss it here." Her smile was captivating, and it pulled my eyes away from her legs.

"We'll be the ones missing you, Kat. You'll be too busy studying and partying and living the coed life to miss us. I almost envy you, although I must admit there are aspects of my college days that I wouldn't want to relive." I said laughingly.

"Really? Like what?" she asked, leaning forward to listen to my answer. Her blouse gaped open on one side, giving me a clear view of most of her left tit. I was awestruck at the sight of this smooth, milk chocolate colored globe, and my cock reacted accordingly, creating an even bigger bulge in my pants.

"Well, for some of us, the freedom of being away from home for the first time was a little more independence than we could handle. Let's just say that my first couple of semesters didn't make my parents proud." My mouth was dry, and I was hiding a raging hard-on as I finished signing the papers. It wasn’t the head on my shoulders that was driving my actions when I impulsively asked her to have lunch with me.

"I suppose you should deliver the rest of the mail rather than sit here and chat with me. Would you like to continue our conversation over lunch? I usually just go downstairs to the deli, what do you say?" I asked, as I finished addressing the envelope and handed it to her.

"That would be fun, Mr. Steve." She gave me a dazzling smile, stood up, and walked toward the door. "I got my break at twelve, okay?"

"Perfect," I said, "I'll meet you there." I watched her firm, round ass swish back and forth as she pushed the mail cart down the hallway away from my office. It was eleven-thirty, and I didn't get any work done for the next half hour as I plotted how to make my fantasy come true. I realized that I needed a scapegoat to avoid being seen as a dirty old man when I proposed a photo session to Katrina. My idea actually seemed plausible by the time I reached the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor. Katrina was waiting for me at a booth in the corner, reading the menu when I arrived. I sat across from her and thanked her for having lunch with me.

"No. Thank you, Mr. Steve. Being the only intern in an office of executives and assistants, I usually eat alone. This is a real treat for me." She shared that intoxicating smile with me again, and this time her whole face was lit up in a smile that extended up to the sparkle in her eyes. I definitely wanted to capture this girl on film, or I should say on a memory card.

"A beautiful girl like you should never have to eat alone," I said, reading the specials on the menu.

"Why, Mr. Steve. Are you flirting with me?" She laughed, playfully batting her eyelashes at me.

"It's not every day a girl gets invited to lunch by a handsome executive."

"Why, Katrina, are you flirting with me?" I laughed. "If so, you should probably drop the Mr. Steve and just call me Steve, okay?"

"Okay, Steve, and please keep calling me Kat, all my friends do." The waiter came by, and we both ordered salads and iced tea. After the waiter brought our drinks and some bread, I decided to broach the subject of my fantasy.

"Katrina, I mean Kat. There's something I want to ask you, but I'm afraid I might offend you or lessen your opinion of me by asking it." I was looking directly in her eyes and waiting for a response.

"Nothing would lessen my opinion of you, Steve. You're the nicest person in the whole office. My daddy speaks very highly of you. Just ask me whatever you want."

"Well, this isn't something I would ever want your father to know about. So what I'd like to do is ask the question, but if you're offended or uncomfortable, we can forget I ever asked it and get back to discussing college life. Is that alright with you?"

"Wow, you really have me intrigued now. I can't wait to hear what this mystery question is so I'll agree to your terms, but I doubt I'll be offended by anything that you say." Katrina was smiling again and leaned forward in her seat. My eyes were again drawn to her milk chocolate cleavage visible through her gaping blouse.

"I have a photography business that I work at part time out of my house for a select group of clients with specific requests," I spoke slowly and stressed the specific requests.

"I photograph models and provide pictures to my clients strictly for their individual use." This was where the "client" became the scapegoat for my own desires. It was not me it was the client who wanted these pictures.

"And these pictures. I assume they are nudes or semi-nudes." Katrina seemed more curious than offended. This could go better than I thought.

"Yes. My clients provide specific requests, including the model's age, appearance, and even the exact poses they want. Sometimes they request video, but usually it's just still photographs. Now for the question." I paused and took a bite of my salad.

"Yes, I can hardly wait for the big, mystery question. I have to say that you've already taken me by surprise. I can only imagine what comes next." She picked up her glass of iced tea, her big brown eyes smiling up at me as she sucked the iced tea through the straw.

"I have a client who has requested pictures of a young, black woman. He specifically wants an 18-year-old who is not a professional model and has not previously posed nude for anyone. That means I can't rely on my usual sources, and I don't know any young, black women besides you. So I thought there might be a remote chance that you would know someone willing to do this. The pay is quite lucrative, but she would have to be very attractive. Maybe not as beautiful as you are, but as close to your look as possible. There, that's the question. If it offends you, please accept my apology, and we'll forget I even asked it." I stopped talking and looked at her. She had her head tilted to the side and was studying me intently. I dipped some bread in the salad dressing left on my plate and took a bite, still looking at Katrina.

"How lucrative?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and speaking slowly.

"I usually pay $500 per four-hour session. It normally takes one or two sessions to get all the required pictures. Anyone you suggest, I would have to interview and make sure they have all the qualifications." I had decided before lunch that Katrina naked in my bed was worth $1,000. I could see on her face that she was considering it. It took a few minutes before she spoke.

"Would I do? Do I meet the qualifications for your photographs?" She was looking at me coyly, and I tried not to show how excited I was by her answer.

"Are you serious? I really wasn't thinking of you for this. What would your father think? I'm not sure this is a good idea, Kat." My god! I may actually see this young black teenager naked on my bed before the week is out. My wife was going out of town the day after tomorrow and would be gone for four days. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

"First of all, it's not something I would tell my father, and I don't think you should either. He doesn't know about your photography business, does he? He's not one of your clients, is he?" Suddenly, the conversation took an unexpected twist, and Katrina was looking at me intently.

"No, your father doesn't know about it and is not one of my clients," I answered her honestly. Of course, there weren’t any clients, so how could he be?

"Okay. Secondly, I'm 18 years old, can think for myself, and I think it might be fun. You didn't answer whether I would qualify."

"Well. If we're going to pursue this, I have to ask you a few more questions. First, though, I want you to understand these are very intimate photographs with some extreme close-ups that you might find embarrassing, Kat."

"Steve, I've never done anything like this, but I trust you. Just knowing the kind of person you are, I expect that you do whatever it takes to set your models at ease. I'm okay with the types of pictures you're talking about. What are the questions?"

My cock was pushing hard against my zipper as I contemplated the questions I wanted to ask, especially since I was making this up as I go. "Okay, first, are you a virgin?"

"No." Yes! First hurdle cleared. That was all I cared about, but I asked a few more questions to make it seem realistic.

"Okay. Do you have any birthmarks, blemishes, or tattoos that I should know about before we start taking pictures?" I was again staring at her cleavage.

"Hmm. Let's see. I have a small tattoo on the inside of my ankle, but aside from that, nothing." I got a quick flash of upper thigh and black panties when she lifted her leg to show me her tattoo. I could barely see a small flower through her nylons.

"Okay, no problem. Are you trimmed, completely shaved, or natural?" I asked, looking directly into her sexy, brown eyes.

"What? Oh, that!" She laughed as she told me, "Trimmed, I guess. I do trim it, but I don't shave down there."

"Perfect. What's your bra size, Kat?" I was just curious about this, and I was trying to make it seem like there were specific criteria.

"36C. Wow. Your client requests a specific bra size?" She had gotten past her initial apprehension and was now very intent on meeting the client's criteria.

"No. But once I've found a model, I e-mail the specifics for approval before we do the photo shoot." I’d like to was trying to sound very businesslike while by heart was pounding in my chest and my cock was throbbing in my pants. "There is no doubt, my client will approve of you."

"Umm. Tell me again how these pictures are going to be used. I'm not going to show up in some sleazy magazine or all over the Internet, am I?" She was starting to think through the ramifications of what she'd agreed to do, and I was afraid she was going to back out.

"Absolutely not. First of all, I know this client, and he keeps pictures strictly for his own personal enjoyment. Secondly, I have a written contract with each of my clients that forbids publication or distribution of any of my photographs. I retain the copyright for all of my pictures, which makes the contract legally binding. I can guarantee you there is nothing to worry about." I reassured her with a lot of bullshit, but she seemed to be buying it.

"Nothing to worry about except having my trimmed, not shaved, private area and my 36C breasts photographed close up for some unnamed client to gawk at while he.... while he.... whatever he does while he's gawking." She settled back in the booth, laughing while she said this, and I watched her tits gently bounce with her laughter.

"Basically, yes. Are you still up for it?" I asked. I certainly was; my cock was especially up for it.

"Sure, why not. When do we do this?" she asked.

"When is your next day off that you don't have anything planned?" I knew she didn't work on Thursday, which was my wife's first day out of town.

"I'm off Thursday; is that too soon?" she asked. Nothing could be too soon for me. I could hardly breathe as I once again assumed a businesslike tone.

"Thursday would work well. We can start early, around 9 a.m. and see how far we get." I was amazed at how far I'd already gotten with my fantasy and expected I would get a lot farther on Thursday.

"Now, we have to talk about wardrobe for the shoot. I can supply wardrobe if necessary, but I've found that it's more effective if you can wear your own clothes. The fit will be right and we don't have to waste time making adjustments. The client wants three different series of photographs: a conservative schoolgirl look, a sexy, street look, and a seductive bedroom look." I ticked off each of these on my fingers as I described them.

"Each series will consist of you posing in various stages of undress. The schoolgirl look should be a conservative skirt and blouse with a plain white bra and cotton brief panties. The sexy look will be a tight, short skirt and sleeveless blouse or tank top with a lace bra, sexy nylons, and a thong. The seductive look is a sheer nightgown or negligee with matching panties or thong and no bra. Which of these can you bring, and which will you need me to supply?" I asked her in my most disassociated, businesslike tone.

"Well, I think I have skirts and tops for both the schoolgirl and street girl look. I don't have any white underwear; I mainly have black and purple." She started laughing. "You know, it's weird. I don't mind telling you whether I'm shaved or not, but talking about what type of panties I own is embarrassing. That's really weird."

"I started laughing with her, "It's true. Some of my models are more shy about exposing their underwear than when they are posing totally nude. How about the rest of the clothing?" I was starting to sound like I've been doing this for years.

"I have a black thong and a black lace bra." She glanced down, and I got the impression she was talking about what she was wearing right now. My cock reacted to the image of her sitting there in a thong under her short, tight skirt. "What else do we need?"

"A sheer nightgown," I answered without intonation, wondering whether this lovely young teenager owned any sexy nightwear.

"I have a baby doll, but I'm not sure how sheer it is. It's pink with little frills around it." She used her hands to show me where the frills were around her hips and just below her tits.

I looked at her and asked indifferently, "Do your nipples show through when you wear it. It has to leave almost nothing to the imagination." I couldn't help but look right at her tits when I asked her this, and I might be imagining it, but I think I saw the points of her nipples pushing at her blouse. Could this conversation be having the same effect on her that it is on me?

"Well, I... uh... no. I don't think you can see that much." She was flustered, and I saw her blush for the first time. Her complexion seemed to have taken on a dark brown glow compared with the light brown coloring it had a minute ago. She took a deep breath, and I watched her breasts swell under her blouse, and I definitely saw the outline of her nipples in the white fabric. This girl was getting turned on from our conversation.

"Okay, well, bring it anyway, and we'll see. How about if I give you money to get the white bra and panties, and I'll take care of the negligee?"

"Sure, that'll work." She smiled at me.

"You'll need to bring your makeup. For the schoolgirl look, I'll shoot you very naturally without much makeup, but for the sexy street look, you'll need some bright lipstick and some eyeliner to match your outfit. For the seductive, bedroom look, you'll need more subtle shades of eyeliner and lipstick, okay?"

"Yeah. I've got all that, no problem." She had recovered from her embarrassment and was leaning forward again, engaged in the conversation as if we were planning a field trip to a museum instead of a naked photo shoot in my bedroom.

"Good. I'm excited that you're going to do this. Stop by my office before you leave today, and I'll give you directions to my house." I stood up while she was leaning over the side of the bench to retrieve her purse from the floor. The front of her blouse spread open as she bent down, and her bra cup hung about a half inch away from her body. I could see most of her soft chocolate colored breast, and about half of her black nipple with its surrounding areola before she sat up. I turned toward the door before she could see the bulge in the front of my pants. This was just a tease for what I would see on Thursday.

Chapter 2

When Katrina brought the afternoon mail, I gave her my address, some shopping money, and told her to wear the schoolgirl outfit when she comes over Thursday, and we'll start with that.

Wednesday night, after my wife left for the airport, I set up the camera equipment in the guest room. The feminine decor in our guest room would make a great place to do the photo shoot. I also went to the Lingerie shop at the mall and got a sheer pink teddy with a matching thong for the bedroom shoot. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep.

Katrina rang the doorbell right at nine o'clock Thursday morning. I led her down the hall and detected a bit of nervousness as we stowed her makeup and extra clothes in the guest bathroom. I realized that I was going to have to take it real slow and help her relax. My plan was to get her so heated up during the photo shoot that she wanted me to fuck her. Worst-case scenario, I get great pictures of her naked body. I had her complete a release form that I created last night in Microsoft Word, then explained to her what we’d be doing.

"We're going to shoot you in various stages of undress in the schoolgirl outfit and then do the same for the sexy, street look. We'll save the nude shots and do them all together, finishing with the negligee shot. Okay?"

"Sure, what do you want me to do first? " She's like a student on the first day of school, all wide-eyed and eager but extremely nervous.

"Just stand between the bed and the dresser and let me get some shots of you fully dressed. Just smile and strike some poses. I'll shoot and give you direction, as needed."

She was wearing a plain white top tucked into a pleated brown skirt, socks, and saddle shoes. I couldn't believe how much like a high school girl she looked. Even without makeup, her face was beautiful, and she was giving me one of her most dazzling smiles. I took a few shots as she turned left, then right, standing as she thought a model would. I helped her pose, moved her chin up, adjusted the position of her arms, just touching her a lot so she felt it was a natural part of the photo shoot.

"Okay, now turn around, bend over, lift your skirt and show me your panties." I was starting to think about how slowly I was going to undress her. She turned around and lifted the back of her skirt, showing me her schoolgirl cotton briefs.

"Okay, look back at me over your shoulder and smile." Even with sexless schoolgirl panties, her ass was perfect. I studied her shapely thighs as I shot a few pictures. Her milk chocolate coloring gradually became darker brown up towards her ass. I couldn't wait to see her dark, round cheeks when she removed her panties.

"You're doing great! Now, let's lose the blouse."

Katrina took her blouse off, and I posed her for a few shots, then had her remove her skirt. She was standing before me in her plain white bra and panties, trying to figure out what to do with her arms and looking very nervous. My cock was starting to push against the zipper of my shorts as I walked over to pose her. Close up, I could see the hint of her dark bush under the white cotton panties and notice how dark brown her skin was from her navel down into her panties. I took a variety of shots of her standing, bending over, and lying down on the bed before I asked her to remove her bra.

My cock came to full attention with the first sight of her gorgeous tits. Her black nipples and areoles stood out in stark contrast to the light chocolate color of the rest of her skin. I went for a closer look under the guise of helping her pose; the bulge in my pants couldn't be more obvious.

"They're perfect," I told her. "Now, just hold them up with your hands like you're offering them to me." She reached her hands under her breasts, lifted her tits, squeezed them slightly, and pushed the nipples out toward me. I adjusted her hold on her breasts so she wasn't squeezing them so tightly. I replaced her hand with mine to show her how I wanted her to hold her beautiful tits. My cock was so hard now that I could probably cum in my pants without even touching it. But I was still trying my best to maintain an air of professionalism while I was slowly undressing and touching this lovely black goddess.

"Good, now smile," I told her as I snapped some more pictures. I again shot a variety of poses, front and side views, bending forward on the bed with her tits hanging down and lying on the bed with her legs spread.

"Okay, now, slip your hand inside your panties and put an ’oh, that feels so good' expression on your face." She laughed nervously as she slid her hand down in her panties