14 comments/ 50011 views/ 8 favorites Anything for Business By: Rachel_Marie_30 I stared up at the ceiling of my office and wondered how many other assistant bank managers let their customers fuck them after hours. Mark Adams' cock traveled in and out of my wet cunt like a piston. I'd met him two weeks ago; finalized a small business loan with him an hour ago; and now I was letting him fuck me on top of my desk. It's not like I go months without sex or anything. I hired a kid right out of college, Chad, who is more than willing to do me morning, noon or night. I've even been known to let Chad and Christine, the manager of one of our other banks, have their way with me at the same time. So why did I find it necessary to flirt with Mark Adams until the bank was empty and he was practically ripping open my blouse? The moment he had my bra off and his mouth was on my breast I knew we'd fuck. Of course, the fact I had his cock in my hand didn't hurt his chances. He was rough in his handling of me and I loved it. He lifted me onto the desk, pushed up my skirt and yanked down my panties in just seconds. I barely had time to spread my legs for him when his huge cock drove into me and I screamed with pleasure. I came within two minutes. Now I was recovering, waiting for him to cum…or for me to have another orgasm…whichever came first. I reminded myself to ask Christine how often she'd done the same thing for the sake of business. This WAS business, after all. I'd never do this for the sole purpose of personal gratification. My fingers gently rolled across my right nipple, then my left. I squeezed it a little harder and felt my pussy clamp more tightly around Mr. Adams' cock. Then I moved a hand to my clit and rubbed it, listening to the man's heavy breathing. He was going to be a steady customer and I'm all about customer relations. It's what will make me a good bank manager one day, I thought. Then I noticed a crack in one of the ceiling tiles, making a mental note to tell maintenance about it tomorrow. About the same time I felt another orgasm approaching, I heard the small businessman with the big dick groan the way guys groan before they cum. Sometimes they bother to warn me; sometimes they don't. "Fuck. Yes! I'm gonna cum!" I took that as a warning. I felt the first blast of his cum just as I started to orgasm, too. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He held me up by the ass and poured shot after shot of cum into me while my body shuddered in its own excitement. Maybe I didn't take it as seriously as I should have, but God that was a good orgasm. Two good orgasms, in fact. This guy was alright. "Thanks for the loan, Rachel," Mr. Adams said while pulling up his pants. "Thanks for the fuck, Mark." I couldn't tell from his look how he interpreted my remark. I sat on the edge of the desk and let him enjoy the view of my naked breasts. My rumpled skirt barely covered my pussy. I was back in flirting mode again. "I'll be seeing you some more, right?" "When we expand," he said with a smile. There was only one way to interpret THAT remark. "Great. It was a pleasure doing business with you." I extended a hand. He shook it once, kissed it once and left the bank. ##### I didn't expect to hear from Mark Adams again for a while. So, I was somewhat surprised to hear a voicemail from him two days later. I leaned back in my chair and put it on speaker. "Hey, Rachel. This is Mark Adams. We're having a grand opening in a couple weeks and I wanted to personally invite you. This wouldn't have been possible without your help, so I hope you'll consider coming. It's nothing formal. Just the employees and family and friends like you. If you're interested and your schedule permits, give me a call at 555-1234. Hope to hear from you. Bye." I'm not one to turn down too many party invitations. And while this one had the potential to be a real snoozer, something made me give it serious consideration. Maybe the two orgasms were still fresh in my mind. But the dude deserved my continued 'support', so I waited twenty four hours, called him back and confirmed my reservation. He truly sounded excited. Nothing like a happy customer. It was a fairly uneventful couple weeks leading up to the "Grand Opening" of Mark's little restaurant…except for the blowjob I gave Chad in the safety deposit box area one night,. By the way, me giving Chad a blowjob at work is not news. The fact he didn't want me to swallow this time and missed my face, leaving a trail of cum down the front of three safety deposit boxes IS news. We got most of it before it disappeared between the cracks. Oh, well. What to wear to a customer's "Grand Opening" was my biggest concern. Should I dress like the thirty year old assistant bank manager I was by day, or the cute, single woman I liked to be at night? I decided this was more play than work, so I went for a low cut top under a jacket and dress slacks that might have been a bit too tight for work. I'm used to going to functions by myself, so that wasn't an issue. In fact, it leaves me free to do some 'scouting' of prospective future dates. Mark Adams was married, so I wouldn't be wasting too much time with him. But I was pleasantly surprised upon my arrival to find many more men than women present. The restaurant was really well laid out and it seemed like a place I'd want to come back to and try later. I found Mark, or he found me, and we exchanged greetings. He introduced me to a couple co-owners and investors before setting me free again to mingle and test the cuisine. Just when it seemed I'd meet more new food than people, a young man caught my eye. He couldn't have been more than eighteen. I'm not normally immediately attracted to guys that young, but this one was different. He was tall, cute, and seemingly self-assured as he walked through the crowd taking pictures on a very expensive looking camera. I purposely strolled leisurely in a direction that would cause our paths to intersect. His back was towards me as I got closer. When he finished taking the picture of a smiling middle-aged couple holding drinks, he turned and almost ran into me. "Hi," I said calmly. "Oh, hi. Excuse me," he said. He had the greatest eyes—a shade of blue I'd last seen while looking up from the top of my desk at work. "It's OK. I'm Rachel," I said, extending my hand. "Hi. I'm Jeff. Jeff Adams." His handshake was firm without being aggressive. "Oh. Are you Mark's…" I let the sentence trail off, hoping for him to finish it. "Son. Yes." I smiled. It figured. My life was never uncomplicated. I was about to flirt with the son of the man I mindlessly fucked a few weeks earlier. "Nice to meet you. This is a very nice place," I said. "Thanks. And thanks for coming. May I take your picture…for our album?" "Of course." I smiled and surreptitiously hoped he was capturing more than a head and shoulder shot of me. He backed up a step. That was a good sign, I figured. The flash was followed by a quick glance by Jeff at the back of the camera. "Perfect. Thanks." "Do you take photos as a hobby or is it your job tonight?" I asked, not wanting him to get away just yet. "I want to do it professionally. It's what I'll be taking in college when I start in the fall." "Awesome!" I said. "What area do you want to get into? What type of pictures?" "Fashion, if I can. For magazines and advertising," Jeff said, thrilled that somebody was taking an interest. "Smart. Get to meet all those babes, right?" He laughed. "I don't know about that." "You'll have them crawling all over you." I hoped it didn't sound too obvious or that my quick scan of his body wasn't too blatant. I reasoned it was just payback for the looks down my top that he'd failed to conceal. "Have you ever modeled?" I tried not to laugh. It was either the worst use of a poor pickup line I'd heard in ages or just his youth showing. An eighteen year old guy as good looking as him is allowed one mistake. "You're kidding, right?" Might as well play along. "No. Really. You're very attractive," he said, not the least bit embarrassed. "I'm the woman at the bank who approved the final loan for this place," I said. "Oh, OK. Have you ever considered modeling?" If Jeff Adams was one thing, he was persistent. "Nah." But I gave him my best shy little girl wiggle. "I have a small studio set up in our basement. If you're ever interested, I'd be glad to take some shots. I think you'd be great…and it would be great practice for me. Can I give you my cell number?" It was tempting to put him off, but I found myself reaching inside my small purse and pulling out a business card. "Here. Call me at this number. We'll talk." "Thanks," Jeff said, looking at the card briefly before putting it in his back pocket. "I better not keep you from your job," I said. "It was nice meeting you, Jeff." "You too. I'll call you." His hand seemed to linger in mine just a little longer this time. ##### I slept naked that night knowing I'd be thinking about young Jeff Adams. My favorite little vibrator was already in my hand as I slid under the cover. I flicked it on and started at my breasts where the sensation of the vibrating toy rubbing against my nipples sent jolts of pleasure all the way to my pussy. I smiled as the nipples grew longer and pinker with each pass of the vibrator. I ran it up and over both breasts, imagining Jeff's fingers doing the same thing. He was so young—so good looking. My body shook when the pulsating toy once again made contact with my nipple. I felt my back arch up and my pussy begin to dampen. I couldn't wait any longer. I slid the vibrator down to the top of my pussy. My legs separated just enough for the little imitation cock to find my exposed clit. "Oh, God," I moaned out loud. "Don't cum yet. Tease him. Make him want to fuck you." If nobody was going to be around to talk to me during sex, I'd have to do it myself. I needed to, and wanted to, cum so badly, but I knew I'd be rewarded if I could hold out for just a little while longer. The vibrator was moving up and down on my clit. My hips rose and fell in rhythm with the device. In my mind, it was Jeff's tongue sliding along my clit and making me ache with the need to cum. Then I envisioned him standing in front of me, pulling off his shirt. His shoulders and arms were muscular and his skin was light and smooth. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of briefs. I could plainly see the outline of his enlarged cock. He stood for a moment, watching my reaction with a sly smile. "Take them off," I said. "I want to see you." The sound of my own voice startled me for a second, but then I drifted back into my daydream, the vibrator sinking lower between my legs. Jeff grabbed the top of his underwear and began to remove the briefs. His cock hung in front of him as he bent over, taunting me. Then he stood naked, his legs spread slightly apart in a sturdy stance. He was gorgeous. "Turn around." I watched his tall body rotate until his tight ass was visible. He stood with his hands on his hips, posing for me. He was like a Michelangelo statue with his thin waist and round butt and powerfully built legs. I wanted to touch every inch of him. Jeff turned to face me again. His cock was longer and thicker than when I told him to turn around, but still not fully erect. "Fuck me, Jeff Adams." My vibrator was on my clit, then between my legs pulling moisture from my pussy back up to my clit. I used my free hand to massage a breast, pulling at the nipple and rolling it between my fingers. I imagined Jeff stroking his cock right before climbing onto the bed. He was hard now. Very hard. The tip of his cock glowed a dark pink and I could practically see the blood rushing through the shaft. He positioned himself between my legs and hovered over me, his cock just inches from my drenched pussy. With one sudden thrust he was inside me. My hand clutched at the vibrator as it plunged into my cunt over and over, a little deeper each time. "God, yes! Fuck me, Jeff. Harder! Harder!!" I pumped the vibrator into me as fast as my arm could move. The slurping sound of the toy interacting with my cunt filled the dark room. I fucked the vibrator as if I'd never had sex before, squeezing it with my pussy like I would any ordinary cock. But Jeff Adams was not ordinary. He was the eighteen year old dude of my dreams, and he was fucking me just the way I liked. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!" With one hand working the vibrator and the other manipulating a breast, it wasn't going to take long to cum. I thought about looking up into Jeff's big, beautiful eyes and holding him by the ass while he fucked me. That did it. I screamed out one last shriek of joy and waited for my body to succumb to my orgasm. Rarely, when I'm masturbating, do I feel like I've lost control. But this time…with the image of Jeff Adams fucking me clear in my mind…I felt as if my body was acting on its own. My pussy pressed forward against the thrusts of the vibrator. My legs flailed open to give it more room. My ass seldom rested on the bed as the orgasm peaked. And I heard myself muttering things even I didn't understand. Long after I usually would be coming down from an orgasm, my hand was furiously pumping the vibrator into my cunt. My body refused to stop quivering. My breathing became harder and little beads of sweat formed on my brow. I could feel the sheet under me getting wetter and wetter. Finally, it ended and I fell back onto the bed in total exhaustion. Jeff's cock was still hard, and still inside me. ##### "This is Rachel. Can I help you?" I didn't recognize the number on my office phone's caller ID. "Hi, Rachel. This is Jeff. Jeff Adams." I sat up in my chair. "Well, hi Jeff. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?" "Uh, well, remember when you were at the Grand Opening we talked about maybe taking some shots of you?" If he only knew how well I remembered. My heart was pounding like a little schoolgirl talking on the phone with her boyfriend for the first time. Grow up, Rachel. "Sure. I remember," I replied. "Are you still interested?" I smiled at Jeff's obvious nervousness. Was he smiling at me, too? "Sure, Jeff. I think it would be fun and if it would help you I'd be glad to do it." If it would help you. Right. I just want to be in the same room as you again. "Great," he said, sounding honestly excited. "What day is good for you?" I fumbled with papers on my desk as if to find my calendar. "Uh, looks like most any night next week." At least I wasn't lying. "How about Friday? Or do you have a date?" Jeff asked. "I do now." There was silence at the other end as Jeff digested that one. "Great! How about if I e-mail you directions to the house. You can tell me what time is good." He sounded very professional. I still considered it a social event. "Perfect. I'm looking forward to it, Jeff," I said. "Me, too. I'll send the e-mail as soon as I can." "Thanks. See ya," I said. "Bye." I leaned back and felt every muscle in my body relax. God, what was he doing to me? He's a kid. Eighteen. He probably had no intention of fucking me. I was brought back to Earth by another call. This one was business. The e-mail from Jeff arrived later the same day and everything was set for Friday. Shit! What was I supposed to wear? In the excitement of hearing from him I never considered asking him what he wanted me to wear. I hit the Reply button on the e-mail. Hey Jeff. I meant to ask you what you want me to wear on Friday. Does it matter to you? Let me know. Thanks. Rachel I had to wait less than half an hour for his answer. Hi, Rachel. Wear whatever you want this time. If you enjoy it and want to do it again, maybe we can experiment with formalwear, or swimsuit, or whatever you want. We'll talk about it later. Jeff. If I enjoy it and want to do it again? Are you fucking kidding me? I suppose he meant the posing, but I had other thoughts. Hell, yes, I'd enjoy it. And I prefer to wear nothing at all. But I knew it was all just a daydream of mine. First of all, I didn't have the nerve to come on to an eighteen year old kid the first time we were together. Fucking his father in my office is one thing—doing Jeff in his studio was quite another. I doubted I could do it in my horniest of moods. I convinced myself not to get my hopes up too high. ##### It took forever for Friday to arrive. When I got home from work I changed into my best jeans and put on a sleeveless top that accentuated my less-than-spectacular breasts. There was no way I was taking a swimsuit…not this time, anyway. As a compromise, I didn't wear a bra. On the drive to Jeff's place the thought struck me: What if Mark was there? What if Mark AND his wife were there? It wasn't enough to make me turn the car around, but I'd have to think of something to say. In the end I decided I'd just keep it professional and ask about the new restaurant. The huge house showed no outward signs of life as I pulled into the semicircular driveway. Mine was the only car in sight. This was good news so far, as I truly didn't want to have to face the elder Mr. Adams. Not to mention wanting to have the younger Mr. Adams all to myself. I approached the front door, admiring the perfect landscaping along the way. My shoes clicked against the flawlessly laid sidewalk stones. Oh, to be rich. I pressed the doorbell. The seconds seemed to last an eternity as I waited. I played with my hair. I ran my hands down the back of my jeans. Finally, I heard the door open. "Hey, Rachel." It was Jeff…thankfully. "Hi, Jeff." "Come on in," he said as the door swung all the way open. I stepped up and into the gaping entranceway. Instantly, my eyes were scanning the ornate chandelier and dark woodwork. "I'm really glad you decided to come over," he said, closing the door behind me. "I'm glad you asked," I replied, refocusing on the young man. He started to walk ahead of me. "Let's go into the family room." I was going to have to remember Jeff probably wasn't going to act like the more mature, professional men I was used to dealing with. Maybe it would be a nice break from the routine. I followed him obediently, knowing his father would have let me lead the way or, at least, been at my side. When we got to the expansive family room, Jeff asked, "Want anything to drink? We have just about everything." "No thanks, Jeff. I'm fine," I said, not sure whether to sit or stand. "You sure?" "Yeah. I'm fine," I assured him. "Well, want to see the studio downstairs?" he asked. Nothing like skipping past the formalities and getting straight to the subject, I thought with a smile. Perhaps I wasn't the only nervous one. "Sure." He motioned for me to follow him. It gave me a few seconds to check out his form fitting, knit shirt and tight jeans. Once again, I was reminded why I agreed to do this in the first place. I also took the opportunity, during the short walk, to ask about his parents. "Oh, they went out," he said. "It'll be hours before they're back." If Jeff had looked back at me he would have found me smiling. I don't know what made me expect to find an 'ordinary' basement at the bottom of the steps we descended. Instead, we immediately stepped into an ornately decorated and well-supplied photo studio. Tall lights, umbrellas, reflectors and backdrops were everywhere. The company that did my little bank's advertising would have killed for some of this stuff. "Wow!" I said unashamedly as I looked around. "This is amazing!" "Thanks," Jeff said. Anything for Business "You call yourself an amateur?" "I do right now," he said. "All this stuff doesn't mean I take good photos." But some of the portraits and nature scenes hung on the wall indicated Jeff Adams took VERY good photos. I took a minute to walk around and glance at the ones that interested me. There were several pictures of young women—I assumed they were classmates of his—in various indoor and outdoor scenes. They were all gorgeous, in my opinion. Most of the photos reminded me of high school yearbook shots, only a little less formal. "These are good," I said as I roamed the room. "Very good." "Thanks," Jeff said. "Did you have anything in mind…as far as poses or anything?" "Nope. This is your opportunity to experiment. I didn't come here with any preconceived ideas," I said. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me." The only lie in there was the fact that I did, in fact, come with lots of preconceived ideas. But as far as experimenting and doing whatever he wanted to do…no problem. "Well, since you're dressed casually we should keep the shots casual. But I do like your outfit. You look very nice," Jeff said. I couldn't figure out if Jeff's business-like manner was genuine or not. I was going to be extremely disappointed if he had no desire to be a little 'playful' during my visit. But I got a little clue that maybe it was just nervousness on his part when I saw his hands slightly shaking as he mounted his camera onto a tripod. When he was done, he looked at me but didn't immediately say anything. He was nervous, I decided. "You're the boss. Tell me what to do," I said. "Sometimes it's helpful to the person posing if I just take a couple shots of you standing, so you can get used to the lights going off and stuff like that," he explained. "Makes sense to me." Jeff was already moving to reposition the lights and reflectors. It wouldn't take him long to figure out I wasn't a professional model. I felt a little insecure. He acted like he knew what he was doing and I was totally clueless. He was back behind his camera, apparently checking the lights and shadows. If we were in a bar I would have accused him of openly checking me out. "Good. Move just a little to your right." I shuffled two steps in that direction. "Right there," Jeff said, his eyes glued on the back of his camera. "OK. Just relax. Smile." Easy for him to say. But I tried my best and blinked after the first flash of light. Then another. "Turn so your side is facing me." "Which one?" I asked. He laughed. "Either one is fine, unless you have a preference." "Well, I don't have a good side." I turned to the right. Great. So now my inadequate boobs and suspect ass will be highlighted. I put my hands on my hips to try to hide them. "Perfect!" Jeff said between shots. "Bend one leg just a little." I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I tried to comply. That was the moment I felt the tension go away and I began to get into the whole posing thing. I imagined all the magazine pictures I'd seen and tried to duplicate them. I concentrated on giving him good angles to capture whatever curves I had. It was almost fun. "Do you want to sit on the couch now?" Jeff asked. "Yeah. That works," I said, anxious to try something new. "Should I just sit?" "Yes, but casually. You're at home, relaxing," he said. This kid was good. I could do that. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and leaned against the pillow on one arm of the couch. My shirt rose to expose a good portion of my stomach, causing a little concern at first. But I chose to ignore it. Jeff took several shots without comment as I shifted position, remaining on my side the entire time. "Lay on your back," he finally suggested. At the same time, he removed the camera from the tripod and moved closer to the couch. I rolled over and pulled at the bottom of my shirt. "No, no. Leave it. You have great skin," Jeff said. I didn't know what to say, but my pulse went up more than a few notches. I just smiled and allowed the skin from above my navel to the top of my jeans lay in full view of Jeff and his camera. It wasn't the most comfortable pose for me because I didn't know what to do with my arms and legs. Once again, Jeff came to the rescue. "Put your arms above your head. Maybe behind your head." That solved one problem and created a new one. With my hands behind my head, my shirt was raised to the bottom of my breasts. It was bad enough that ample cleavage was showing. Now I was certain another inch would reveal even more of the underside. To make things worse, Jeff was at the end of the couch, at my feet, shooting up to my head. Then he began to walk around me, shooting from every angle. Eventually, he was behind my head. I arched my back and looked back at him. I knew what effect that would have on my chest. My boobs felt like they were going to push right out of my top. "How are you doing?" Jeff asked after he moved in front of me. "Fine," I said. "Why?" "Do you want to do more?" "Sure." "I have a request," Jeff said shyly. "What is it?" I asked. "Your skin is incredible. I think…would you mind if…if you showed more? I'll lower the lights." Hell. I thought I'd have to seduce this guy and now he was asking me to undress. All I had to do was play hard to get and he'd be putty in my hands. I smiled. "What do you suggest?" "It's up to you, but if you had your top off we could have you lie on your stomach…or whatever you want," he said. What I wanted was both of us naked and fucking. I guess we had to start somewhere. I looked at the portraits on his wall. "Do you do this all the time?" "Most of those girls were too young. I thought with you being older…I mean…" I laughed. "Older, huh? Well, we better do this before I'm too old for you to ask again." I laid on my stomach and awkwardly pulled off my shirt, making sure Jeff never got a glance at my breasts. I threw the shirt aside and looked up at Jeff. "I'm ready." "Uh, lay natural. Like your taking a nap," he said. He was using only the flash on the camera now. At first I was facing away from him with my arms in various positions. Then I turned my head to face him, rolling slightly as I did. I used an arm to hide what little of my breast may have been exposed. "Really good. Good!" he assured me. I don't know what made me do it, but I glanced at his crotch and saw, for the first time, the tell-tale bulge I hadn't seen before. What had been a serious look on my face became more of a grin. It was time for the show to begin. I raised my arm and ran the fingers in that hand through my hair. At the same time I rolled back. My left breast, and half of the right, were in full view. Jeff stopped—seemed to begin to say something—then continued shooting without commenting. When he was standing behind the couch shooting straight down at me, I rolled onto my back. It was an incredibly liberating feeling, not to mention erotic. I was flirting with Jeff and his camera with my body, not hiding a thing. "Do you want to get up now?" he asked. I hesitated at first, afraid to leave the security of my little couch. But then I swung my legs over the edge and stood a few feet away from Jeff. "I have a scenery backdrop over here you might like," he said. We walked to another corner of the studio where a large screen with a forest scene hung from the wall. Jeff moved a couple more lights and I took my place in front of the screen, more than a little self-conscious of my semi-nudity. Jeff found a spot for himself and his camera. Then he said, "Turn a little sideways. Not too much…that's it. Now put your right hand over your left breast. Spread your fingers. Like you're trying to hide it…but we want a lot to show." We do?! Well, whatever he wants. I soon got into it, finding different ways to hold my hand to play hide and seek with my nipple and breast. It was a very cool game to play. Ten minutes in front of the screen and Jeff had what he wanted in the way of pictures. "Do you want to take a break?" I thought for a second. "I'd rather keep going, if it's OK with you. I might chicken out if I stop now." Jeff smiled. "You're doing great." I decided it was my turn to take charge…or attempt to. "Can I make a request this time?" "Sure. What is it?" "Would you do nude shots of me?" I asked as casually as I could. I could only hope that it was something he wanted, because it put him in a difficult spot. Would he be afraid to say 'no' and let me do it just to make me happy? Or would he say 'yes' because he wanted me to? And if I did would he take the bait? "If that's what you want." "Is that a yes?" I asked. I needed to hear him say it. He waited, then said, "Yes." My hands were at the button to my jeans as soon as he said it. The zipper was down a second later. I'd never done a striptease before but I wanted this one to be good. I wiggled out of the jeans as sensually as I could, pulling them off one leg at a time. I leaned towards him each time to let my boobs hang down. His eyes never left my body. Once I was in panties only I stood back up, lingered for a moment with my hands in the waistband and then began to remove them. This time I was turned a little so he could also see my ass as I revealed it. Finally, I was naked before him. I watched him scan me from my breasts to my hips, to my pussy, and down my legs. "Still want to do nudes of me?" I asked. "Yeah. Wow. You're really…you have a great body." Obviously, he hadn't seen many naked female bodies before. But I was OK with that. "Thanks. Now what?" "Over here. By this table." He led me back to the couch, close to a table and chair. The table was a simple wood table with nothing on top. The chair was straight from somebody's living room—formal and overstuffed, but not flamboyant. "Just sit on the table. On the edge of it," Jeff said. I put my bare ass on the table and cautiously let my weight transfer onto what seemed like awfully fragile wooden legs. I heard a couple creaks, but it didn't come crashing down. So, I relaxed a bit and concentrate on posing. My legs were held tightly together and my hands gripped the edges of the table. "Put your hands in your lap," Jeff said, peering at his camera. I felt shivers go up and down my spine at the thought of sitting there completely naked for Jeff and anyone who would see the photos. And we'd just started. The lights were very dim, for which I was happy. Hopefully all my imperfections would be hidden. I couldn't count on clothes doing that for me. "Now put one leg on this side of the table and the other over the front," Jeff said, pointing as he spoke. I almost acted immediately, but then I comprehended what his command required. My legs would be spread rather widely apart, revealing considerably more than when my hands were in my tightly closed lap. I eventually moved as he suggested. The awareness that I was spreading myself wide open for Jeff's eyes made my palms sweaty. My pussy began to dampen and my heart raced. He took pictures from all angles without saying a word. That was probably good. It allowed me to compose myself for a minute, and soon I was moving on the table in an effort to present as much of my body to Jeff and the camera as I could…in the most erotic ways I could. "Stand up for a second," Jeff finally said. It felt good to get my ass off that hard table. I rubbed it for a second and noticed Jeff watching, at least until he saw me looking at him. Then he looked away. He was so cute. This also gave me an opportunity to notice, once again, the substantial bulge in his pants. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not reach out and touch him. "You have such great legs. Is it OK if I have you face the chair, then put one leg up on the seat? That will really highlight them," Jeff said. Only if you take out that cock and shove it into my cunt from behind. In a perfect world I would have had the nerve to actually say that. This time, I just did as he said. I leaned on the raised leg; stood straight up; tilted to one side; leaned way back. I really enjoyed this and Jeff seemed to concentrate the camera on my ass as much as my 'great legs.' At one point I even put my hand on my pussy while he shot from the side. Then I played with my nipple for a few seconds and felt the electricity flow all the way to my cunt. By the time that session was over I thought Jeff's cock was going to break through the front of his pants. I ended up standing in front of him again, an arm's length away. Our eyes met and it's like I could feel the connection made at that instant. I reached out and put my hand on his crotch. He was huge. "I think it's time for a break," I said, sliding my palm up and down his pants. "I do, too." He put the camera on the table. I never took my hand away from his cock. When he was in front of me again, I lifted off his shirt. I ran my hands over his chest, pressing lightly against his nipples. Hopefully, he'd be returning the favor soon. Then I opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. I teased him for a second by rubbing his cock through his underwear. My own desire to get to it caused me to push his pants down. He leaned against the chair while I pulled off his pants and shoes. Then I got on my knees in front of him and looked straight at the outline of his thick cock. It strained against the material of his tight underwear. I ran a finger up and down each side of the shaft. I thought for sure the head would appear above the waistband if I kept going. I grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled down until Jeff's cock and balls were free. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and simply held it for a second, feeling the blood rush through it. It was hard and warm in my palm. Then I took off his underwear. He was as naked as me now. Finally. I stood up and lightly touched my body against his. That sensation alone almost made me cum. This gorgeous, young man with a huge erection was touching me…and we were alone…naked…and horny. No other thoughts were going through my mind. We began to kiss as if on cue. This was all coming much too easily. When would he stop me? Our hands began to explore. We felt each other's ass and back and sides. His hands found my breasts and he massaged them vigorously. Our kiss grew hungrier and more desperate. My hand was around his cock. Jeff was squeezing my nipples as I moaned and felt my pussy twitch. "Oh, Jeff. I want you in me. Fuck me please." After I said it I wished I'd been a little more tender. But what I really wanted was a good fuck--a good hard fuck by this incredibly sexy kid. "Turn around," he said softly. "I want to see that awesome ass again." I smiled as I turned. At first I felt his cock rubbing against my cheeks. Then he must have backed away. "Get on the chair," he said. "On your knees." My pussy was dripping wet as I climbed onto the chair. Once I had my balance and was convinced the chair wasn't tipping over, I spread my legs and put my hands on the arms. It must have presented quite a view for the young man. My head rested on the back of the chair as I saw him approach me. His cock pointed out at me like a tree limb. This was going to be very, very good. He fumbled for a few seconds getting the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my cunt. I wanted to beg him to hurry up. "Where should I cum?" he asked. I had to give him credit for asking. Most guys wouldn't bother. "Anywhere, Jeff. Just fuck me! Please!" He put his hands on my hips and pushed forward. My pussy lips expanded as the head of his cock drove into me. I cried out, "Oh, fuck! Yes!" Jeff held his cock inside me for an instant, his balls flush against my ass. Then he launched into a steady, rhythmic pattern of deep thrusts that drove me wild. "Hold my tits, Jeff. Squeeze my nipples…hard." He quickly obliged. It made his cock drive forward even deeper and at a better angle. I would have to hold back on cumming as long as I could, but it was going to be hard. I concentrated on his cock, squeezing it with my cunt muscles as hard as I could. If genes had anything to do with this, I reminded myself to ask if Jeff had any brothers…or uncles. He was mainly quiet, occasionally moaning when I applied pressure to his cock. If he stayed in me all night it would be OK with me. But I figured someone his age wouldn't know the benefits of holding out. Sure enough, it was only a couple minutes later that his pace picked up. He was smacking against my ass so hard I wondered if the chair would stay upright. We were both close. "Oh, God. God! I'm close, Rachel!" "That's it, Jeff. Fuck me! I want you to cum inside me. Fuck me harder!" He was clutching at my breasts, causing a wonderful pain. This was pure, wanton sex like I hadn't had in years. My hair bounced back and forth as I moved in rhythm with his thrusts. It was hot in the room and it felt great. It felt like sex. "Now! I'm gonna cum!" Jeff cried out. I gripped the chair and waited. He groaned one last time, drove his cock into me until I thought I'd split open, and he began to cum. Each of his warm shots of cum was accompanied by a deep grunt. The chair tilted onto two legs just one time, but otherwise I was able to just enjoy the unbelievable feeling of his huge cock spewing cum into me over and over again. I rubbed my clit. I wanted to cum with him so bad. It worked. A half dozen swipes of my finger put me over the edge and the first of two long orgasms began. I kind of lost a sense of time and place, my body taking over by supplying me with two great rushes of overwhelming pleasure. When I was done, Jeff was still inside me. He was not as hard as before, clearly, but still impressive. We both caught our breath before he pulled out. I crumpled into the chair like a rag doll. "Jesus. That was great!" I sighed. "You're a great model," Jeff said. I looked at him with mock disgust. "Oh, and the sex was just OK?" He must have taken me seriously. "No. No. That was great, too." I laughed. "I'm just kidding. Thank you, Jeff." Above and to the left I heard a sound—like a door opening. We both spun our heads in that direction. "Anybody home?" It was Jeff's father.