7 comments/ 55886 views/ 12 favorites The Other Side of the Camera By: sammican1 By Samantha Cannock AKA Sammi and Sammican 1 This is about how I moved from posing in front of the camera to photographing from behind it. The undercurrents, though, are the same. Exhibitionism, voyeurism and simply extreme sexual sensations brought about by posing. * Chapter 1 "Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart." "Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm." "Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair." "Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs." "Now, pull one cup off. No not all the way, just so we get a glimpse of pink, ok?" "Now do the same with the other. That's lovely, great nipples Deb. "Ok ease off your boobsr, but keep holding the bra, let it dangle by your side." "Let it fall to the floor, show me yer tits, Debs." "Mmm, lovely, you have gorgeous boobs." "Turn round, slowly." "Now lay on the floor." "Get hold of your boobs Deb." "Push them together; push those great tits together babe." "Raise your knees." "Put your hands into the waist-band of your panties." "No, just as far as your knuckles into those lovely, lacy shorts." "Slip them down a little." "That's far enough." "Perfect, just a hint of hair." "Lift your bum up Deb. Yes off the floor." "That's great, you have a gorgeous bum." "Push the panties further; show us all those lovely pubes." "Further Deb, slip them further down." "You still ok with this?" "Ok, now slide them so that the waist-band goes down your thighs, but leave the gusset stuck to your lips." "Mmmm, that's great Deb, fantastic." "Ok let's lose them now, knickers off Deb, let's get you naked." "Let's see those lips, come on luv, show us, show me, show the camera, show Martin your pussy; we all want to see you, we want to see it." "I think I see some wetness there Deb. You ok with that?" "You look soaked, your lips are glistening, they look lovely." "Ok babe, now raise your knees and slowly open those legs as wide as you can. Let me get right at your cunt." Chapter 2 I had been on the other side of the camera long enough. I was near to graduating from college and would soon be applying for jobs. The risk was increasing that someone would find my secret and I would be exposed as a topless, well nude and other things as well, model. Whilst I could do nothing about my past and the risk would always exist, I could address the present and the future. I had always said I only did it for the money to help me through college and when I no longer needed that I would stop. So I had, a few months ago. But, I still needed more money than my parents gave me. Part time work at a tenner an hour was a waste of time, especially when you had a habit like mine, designer clothes and a busy life-style, not drugs, to satisfy. So I decided to stop being a poacher and would become a gamekeeper. Instead of having lenses pointed between my legs, I would have the viewfinder against my eye. Yes, I had retired as a model and had set myself up as a photographer. I attended a four-week crash course that taught me all I needed to know about lighting, focusing and all that stuff. I felt my modelling had taught me enough about posing, so I was all set. I had a plan. Firstly, I would offer the girls on the modelling circuit, my services to produce their portfolios. I could do that more cheaply than male photographers and the girls would not have to offer to 'pay in kind' as many were forced to do. Secondly, I would advertise to women who wanted to have some shots of themselves for their husbands or partners. Sexy shots, of course. Added to that and thirdly, would be advertising to men who would commission me to take photos of their wives or girl friends, again sexy poses of course. And, if they wanted, taking shots of both of them together. Things had gone well. I got loads of commissions from the girls I knew on the amateur photography circuit and that had given me the confidence for the more demanding in some ways, commissions from strangers. I was absolutely amazed at just how many women booked me to photograph them as presents for their partners. Some were in sexy poses fully dressed and others were in various stages of undress, mainly bra and panty sets, sussie belts and stockings and basques, the usual glam posing uniforms. A smaller, but still ample, number wanted topless and nude and a few wanted the whole Monty, open leg and with toys. I guess being a woman and stressing that and being an ex model helped. I was as busy with this new venture as I had been when modelling and although the income was not as great, it was still pretty good and I felt better about myself. I had less men contact my website, but enough to show there was a market in them booking their wives a session with or without them being there and I had done a few where a couple wanted to pose together. That really was a buzz. So, life was progressing nicely. I had more time to study and I worked hard keeping the site I built with a mate from college, glamourgirlphotographer.com up to date. I had established some tight procedures, see even blondes can be organised, at times. The bookings were all made online and I followed them up with a personal phone call, to a landline not a mobile. Half of all fees had to be paid up front by credit card through paypaI, I didn't take chances. I had got back in contact with Sandra, the woman who had initiated me into glamour modelling and a number of other things including rather aggressive les sex. She had a number of studios and I had heard she wasn't doing that well with one so I was able to negotiate a good deal for a steady stream of bookings, and that was without me having to let her fuck me! Shit, I thought after, if I had let her do that I might have got it for nothing, see the astute businesswoman I was rapidly becoming? One of the photographers who had become a regular, for both me posing and for extras was a website designer. For a 'swansong' of extras, well three songs actually, he designed my site glamourgirlphotographer.com for that intimate memory that special moment that tender message that erotic interlude let me photograph you and capture your erotic spirit for ever. MEN WOMEN COUPLES all are welcome all tastes catered for Whatever your dream, let me make it a reality. I am a 22 year old ex glamour model who has moved behind the camera. I know the feelings, I know the shyness and I know the excitement of being photographed in intimate settings and poses. And I know how it feels to be in front of the camera, to reveal oneself to it and to make love to that lens. Let me help you and your partner enjoy those feelings, overcome that shyness and experience the excitement I had in my career. When people accessed the site there was short questionnaire asking them about themselves, nothing too personal, more about the sort of poses they would like me to photograph. I would look at them each day then contact the enquirer, firstly by e-mail and then if that was ok by telephone either, me to them or, them to me if they preferred. I had bought a mobile that I dedicated to this business. Again, no point taking chances is there? The software analysed them and then listed them by various categories. In the past few days, there had been: 4 females wanting to be photographed alone 3 males wanting their partners to be photographed with them watching 1 male wanting him and his partner to be photographed together 1 male wanting to be photographed alone. Five of the seven females were for underwear glamour posing with two of them 'probably' wanting topless and two more 'possibly' wanting nude. The couple refrained from specifying what they wanted and instead ticked the 'for discussion' box. The male was the surprise. He had given his name as Stuart, had written in the comments section that 'he thinks' wants to be photographed nude and had ticked the box headed 'uninhibited poses,' but was not sure that he had the confidence. I had never shot a naked guy alone before. The prospect, though somewhat daunting, interested me and, I had to admit, I found it rather stimulating. I composed my e-mails to the others first and then to that last man. That read: Dear Stuart Thank you for contacting glamourgirlphotographer.com I would be pleased to photograph you at my fully equipped studio in Docklands, East London at your convenience. For your information, I have enclosed a recent photo of me, together with my fee schedule. A one-hour session for the type of posing you indicated would be £150. That includes the electronic delivery of between 50 and 100 shots and the printing of 20 exposures in colour or black and white at any size up to 12 x 6 inches. I am happy to be totally directed by you as to the pose and nature of the shots you want me to take; after all, they are of you and for you. If you wish to proceed please call me on 09876 123456 or reply to this e-mail to discuss the arrangements. Yours, Sammi aka glamourgirlphotographer.com ps I enclose a shot of me that is yours to keep irrespective of whether you make a booking. For some odd reason feeling quite excited I pressed send wondering just where this might lead. I quickly got some insight into that for within a few hours I received a reply. Dear Sammi, Many thanks for your reply, which I read with great interest. Your terms look fine. Would it be possible to book an evening appointment with you? I would like to come along after work if possible and, as I live in Yorkshire, I could catch a train, which would get me to Docklands for 8.00 pm. Would you be prepared to shoot me in my suit and tie, maybe undressing and possibly with my zip undone revealing me etc.? Would you be able to guide me as to some of the poses using your own experience? I want uninhibited shots but I am not sure what looks best, with your experience I am sure, you will have a much better idea than me. I am also interested to know how uninhibited I may be, to be honest with you, if I was to have an erection would that be a problem? To be even more honest, I think that may well happen and I would not want to offend you. Also, whilst being honest, I must tell you I am extremely nervous about this and I am equally unsure if I would be able to remove any clothes at all. This probably sounds very strange to you, but posing and being photographed by a woman has always been a fantasy for me. Seeing glamourgirlphotographer.com really got to me. It sounds as if you offer all that I have wanted for such a long time. I do hope so Sammi. If you could let me know, ASAP I would be most grateful and if all is ok, I would like to make an appointment early in the New Year. I hope you have a fabulous Christmas and will have a great New Year. Best wishes, Stuart ps thank you for enclosing your picture, it certainly gave me the confidence to reply, although you look so fantastic yourself, I feel totally inadequate at the thought of stripping in front of you! I smiled as I read the mail. It sort of amused me. The way he couldn't be sure whether he would even be able to pose nude, but if he did he felt he would probably get an erection. Nice contradiction, I thought. Interesting and quite an insight into his psyche and nature, I started to hope that we would meet. "Quite a variation of concerns," I thought to myself remembering that I had experienced similar worries when I was starting. After all, no matter how morally upright a girl thinks she may be, if she is willing to pose naked to be photographed, it is only a small step to using her body in other ways, doing more than just posing! Furthermore, being so closely located, one-to-one with a man who is taking erotic, nude and underwear shots of you is such an intimate situation that arousal, for both parties can never be far away. And if there is any degree at all of the girl potentially fancying the man, then who knows what can, and does, happen behind those locked studio doors? Actually I do know, and only too well. Anyway that was my thinking when I first posed for one-to-one stuff and I was hearing similar views from Stuart. Amazing and encouraging, I thought. I was also touched by his openness and apparent honesty. I liked that and felt that it bode well for a good session, if we got that far. As with many businesses, most, of my enquiries remain as just that, speculative enquiries and men just contacting the site for kicks, bloody time wasters. But as I re-read his mail, prior to framing a reply, I had some other thoughts. A touch of excitement for sure, as I hadn't yet had a one-to-one with a naked guy and I didn't know how I would react? But also, two of my senses or emotions seemed to fuse together, my commercial acumen and my erotic desires. I could see another opportunity for me. A different sort of posing and photography. A process where I could help slightly uptight men certainly, and maybe women too, give vent to their sexual needs, yet at the same time earn good money and gain some sexual pleasure from it myself. I hadn't fully thought it through yet, but it was forming in my mind when I sat down to reply to his mail. I was, I realised, breaking one of my procedures by not making phone contact for that sorted out 'the men from the boys' more quickly. With Stuart, though, I wasn't too worried about whether it would lead to business or not, I was enjoying the exchange and my mind was researching a new idea, so why rush things? Hi Stuart Thanks for your mail. I was most impressed with your openness and honesty and I completely understand your potential dilemma. When I first posed, I had similar concerns. At the very first session, when the photographer said for me to take my top off I was torn. On the one hand, I felt shy and quite embarrassed at the idea of baring my breasts to a virtual stranger yet, on the other hand, it excited me. Being female, I do have an advantage in that my arousal does not show as obviously as a man's does. So Stuart, please rest assured, I do appreciate your situation and if you decide to go ahead, you can rely on my sympathetic and helpful approach. As to posing, I am happy and prepared to shoot you in any pose you wish to adopt. And yes, of course, I will advise you, both from a photographer's and a woman's point of view on positions and clothing. I have no problem whatsoever in taking shots of you in sexually provocative poses or in shooting a series where we gradually undress you. In such a series we would, shot by shot, reveal more and more of your body until we have you naked. That is a fairly standard procedure in glamour photography and men have taken such series of me many, many times. I could send you an example if you wish. Great glamour or erotic photography requires a number of things, particularly, a close relationship between the model and photographer and a clear agreement on what the session is trying to achieve. Let me describe the sort of relationship I would like us to strive for and what I feel you are trying to achieve. My approach to the session would be to assume I was taking photos of you to arouse me, maybe as your girl friend, wife or partner. Equally, I would try to look at it from a male point of view. Putting myself in the eyes of men that might see our work. That way, what we end up with will be highly personal to us, but should appeal to an appropriate cross-section of society. It should combine a highly heterosexual appeal with strong undercurrents of a bisexual nature. I want to present you in the varying stages of undress as an object of erotic desire and sexual promise to all, not just one gender. To me, eroticism crosses and totally ignores sexual boundaries and sexuality. As far as you becoming erect is concerned I feel that is an essential part of an erotic photo session. In short, Stuart, I would take it as a compliment to watch and shoot you hardening and fully erect. To me, as a female erotic photographer and as a female, the male erection is an object of great beauty and a vision of sexual power. There can be few props more appealing than an erection, other than perhaps shooting two or three at the same time, which, I hasten to add, has not yet been my pleasure. So that's part of what I feel we are after. From what you tell me, you have a desire or fantasy or whatever to be photographed naked, but do not really understand why. The first comment I make on that is, don't worry. It is quite normal, with both men and women. We all have streaks of exhibitionism in us and my job with you is to help you satisfy that. On a higher-ground level, I will become the conduit through which you can fully explore this aspect of your sexuality. That is one of the aims of erotic photography and I would be only too pleased to act as that conduit. I hope this is all making sense to you, Stuart. You see, if I am correct in my interpretation of what you wish to achieve, then you will be helping me take my art to a higher level. In addition to providing a photographic service that excites and thrills I will also be supplying a sexually and sexuality therapeutic process as well. That is highly appealing to me. I can certainly arrange an evening session at a studio in Dockland. I hope that is convenient. Once we find a mutually convenient date, early in the New Year we would be able to start whatever time is suitable for you. With this type of session, there would not be a time limit. We would finish the session when we feel we have achieved our aims. Ok? I can assure you of total discretion at the session and with the studio. The studio is on the ground floor of a fairly large double fronted house. There is only one door into it from the rest of the house and that can be locked. As it happens, I know the owner of the studio who lives upstairs will be away for most of January so we will be alone and undisturbed. There is an outside, almost totally secluded patio that we could use, but January weather is likely to prevent that. One part of the studio is sparsely furnished with just different coloured, pull down and roll out backdrops. In there, such props as chairs, table, or easily manageable objects can be used. The other, which I have to say is more suitable for and is, of course, used more for female models, is set up as bedroom. We would also have a shower and bath we could use and of course outside, if you don't mind your bum getting frozen! I hope I have fully covered everything that you require at this stage. Yours in anticipation Sammi. The idea of using posing and photography as a form of therapy was rattling round my mind. I had visions of helping people, encouraging them to be less inhibited, open up their sexual desires and fulfil some of their fantasies, at a hefty fee of course. I hadn't worked out the details, yet, but I was sure I was onto something. Feeling excited, both sexually and professionally, from what I had written and my thoughts for the future, I sat back in my chair. Turning and seeing myself in the mirror, I realised that my nipples had hardened. I couldn't stop myself from touching them as I thought of the last time I had had sex and realised that was almost three weeks ago. I made up for lost time, though, by masturbating there, in the studio and again when I got home. I was living with my mother in the family home that dad had vacated and left to her when they split up a few months ago and he went to live in Spain. He had lost a stack of money and had been forced to sell the flat in Islington, which I had shared with my brother. So it was back to the Essex, five bedrooms, pile where I had grown up. The only change was that just mum and I lived there. Well there were other changes for she was now effectively single. I was pretty sure she had a very strong sex drive, far more so than mine, but of course, neither of us could that by bringing friends home. That wasn't too big a problem for me as I could see my older lover, DD, from time to time at his place or in hotels, but I think it played havoc with mum's hormones. The Other Side of the Camera Mum was out, as usual, when I got home. I went to my room, got undressed and showered. Wrapped in a towel, I logged onto my notebook on and checked my mail. The word Stuart leaped from the screen. Dear sammi, I have received your mail and I very much look forward to meeting with you. I think you understand exactly what i am looking for and your suggestions for stripping and maybe even outdoors sound very interesting. I understood what you meant about taking shots that women would enjoy, but what did you have in mind for the bisexual side? I am not sure about that, although you have raised more than a little curiosity in my mind. And I am pleased that you are happy about a potential erection, thank you for being understanding. I liked the sound of all the settings you suggested for the pictures, may I let you choose what you think would be best. And please bring whatever props you think would be good. Would it help if you saw me before the session to gauge what would be best? I have a cam if you would like to see it, but of course I understand if you just want to get on with the real thing. I will be away for a couple of days, but home again in the New Year, would a shoot the week after be ok? A Friday evening would good when you have a vacancy. I hope I am able to do this and don't let you down. Best wishes and yours in anticipation, Stuart. Ps I would appreciate seeing the example you suggested of the stripping sequence to see what i have to do, I must admit I am nervous. pps I assume you will be clothed throughout the shoot? I was pleased and excited to receive such a quick reply later that day. I was even more pleased and excited when I read the content of the mail. It was the pps, though, that sent my mind racing. It gave me yet another idea that I could incorporate into my new role as a photographic sexual therapist. After sending the last mail, I had let my mind run a bit; I had let it stray to a session of the type I had described in the mail. I had aroused myself writing the mail. Thinking about the session and reading Stuart's latest mail, simply increased that arousal. Not only were my nipples hard, but also my breasts had that heavy and full feeling that signifies an impending full arousal. That sensation was being transmitted from my nipples and breasts to my clitoris as if they were wired up. That, in turn, was making me excrete my female juices. I had no alternative, there was no other way, nothing else would do. I lay on my bed and masturbated. Before having sex with myself, I had fired off a reply. That had advised him that before we could go any further we would need to talk on the phone with him on a landline. Some punters objected to that and those I dumped, but most accepted it as the safety measure it was intended. I had an almost instant reply saying that he had no objection and giving me a number. As I was about to take a shower, I was still wearing just the towel, I rang it. "Hi is that Stuart?" "Yes, hello, is that Sammi?" Replied a deep voice with a northern accent. "Yes from glamourgirlphotography.com. How are you?" "Incredibly nervous." "I understand, I would be in your place." "Thank you Sammi, you are very understanding." "Good, I am pleased you think like that. You do understand why I insist on a landline conversation the first time?" "Yes of course." "In future it can be by mobile if you prefer?" "That would be better, but would you consider using messenger instead?" "If you wish, sure, that's up to you, but I rarely use it. Are you on there often?" "Not that often, but I am right now, as it happens." "Would you like me to log on?" "Yes that would be great, thank you Sammi." I logged on and clicked the phone off. We chatted a little in writing. He confirmed that he would like to book a session on one of the next three Fridays. "Would you like to see my cam before the session?" He suddenly asked. Without thinking, I said that I would. I used to watch cams a bit, but gave it up and I hadn't seen one for ages. The beard surprised me. Why? No idea. For some unfathomable reason, I imagined the feel of that on my breasts and thighs. Again why? Stuart was wearing a dressing gown. I guessed that there would be little or nothing under it, why would there be? Isn't that why guys have cams, to find girls in front of whom they can get their kit off? Isn't that the reason? Isn't the idea to find women to watch them masturbate? Isn't it the plan to get the girl to masturbate as well? Wasn't cybering the name of this game? I knew that it was for I had been that girl several times. I think it was me that suggested he should stand up. He did. I asked about his body shape. He said that the gown was hiding it. I agreed. There was a pregnant silence as I realised that my towel had loosened and had slipped down over my breasts. He broke it. "Shall I take it off I have nothing on under it?" "Yes and that doesn't matter?" I said, trying to sound the professional, artistic photographer, but feeling anything but that as his gown slid off. He discretely kept the cam above your waist. He looked good. He was slim and fit but not overly so. He had bodily hair, but again, not overly so. He had a nice physique, but one with normal impediments, one with the limitations that makes for more realistic erotic photography. I suggested he turn round. As he did, he moved further away from the cam, thus showing more of his body. As if with a suggestive will of its own, my towel had now fallen open. He had a lovely bum, round and full with no signs of wrinkles, flabbiness or, worse, pimples or hair. He diplomatically stood with his back to me making it awkward to reach the keyboard. Several times, I almost saw his front, but not quite. Should I ask? Would he show me? Did you want to? Was that too much too soon? I didn't know. Suddenly, he asked. "Shall I turn round?" I hesitated "To show my front?" He asked. Again I hesitated and then mumurred. "Yes" my mouth dry and my lungs pumping a little. It was tense and exciting. It was like being on a date with neither party quite sure how far to go. "That is Stuart," I went on realising that I was cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, "If you want me to look at you." Slowly he turned. Not to put too fine a point on it, he had a nice cock. Uncircumcised and quite thick, it was of average length, but, if a cock can be this, it looked interesting. And that was not due to the fact that is was visibly hardening. But then, fuck it, my mother came home and I had to log off. Perhaps it was for the best, though, for my body was aflame with sexual sensations. I masturbated for the second time that day. The next morning I sat down, re-read his mail, thought about the cam session and replied. Dear Stuart I can make any of the next three Friday evenings, please choose which one. As you will have to travel from Yorkshire, which I guess is about three hours by train into Kings Cross then tube and DLR or, an hour or so by plane into City Airport, shall we say we start at 8.30? As I said, there is no need for a time limit, so I will ensure my availability all evening. Do you have somewhere you can stay or would you like me to book you a local hotel? Thanks for showing me the cam today. It was good preparation for the shoot. You have a great body, it's photogenic, I am sure and I think the beard will look good on film. I am looking forward to seeing "it" again real soon. The bisexual comment, Stuart, was more to do with the viewers appeal than anything else. I would hope my photos of you would appeal equally to men, as I know they will to women! We haven't yet discussed what you will wear. I would suggest jeans and another pair of trousers, a couple of shirts, long sleeved and button all the way down the front, one white and the other in a dark colour. Oh, and a dressing gown, preferably silk and mid-calf in length. Maybe you could also bring a pair of shorts and swimming trunks, speedo type, tight and brief. I would suggest two pairs of boxers, tight one black the other white, Calvin Kline's preferably. If you have a leather jacket then please bring that and, of course the suit. Anything else you can think of or, would like me to photograph you in, please bring with you. Do you have lens as well as glasses? You asked me an interesting question, which had not occurred to me until I read it. That also prompted some other thoughts in me. Having now thought quite deeply about it, Stuart, I think I can say your assumption in the pps may be wrong. That is, of course, if you would be comfortable and agreeable to me photographing you in various stages of my undress. What I was thinking, was that after I take a few shots of you, pretty much fully dressed, for say half an hour or so, during which time, hopefully you will relax, we would move onto something that will be completely new to me. That would be me modelling as well as you, in fact, me modelling with you, at the same time and taking shots of both of us using the delay timer on the camera. How does that sound to you? Please let me know ASAP when and what time you would wish me to book the studio? Yrs, highly expectantly Sammi PS Enjoy the attached sequence of me undressing. I could do something along those lines for you. I sent the mail knowing there would be no reply until Wednesday for it was New Year's day. Chapter 3 I don't usually go out with a guy with the clear intention of fucking his brains out. But I did on New Year's Eve 2007. I don't also usually go out wearing particularly sexy underwear. But I did that night. It felt well, right I suppose. And also, I don't usually go out with guys around my age. I prefer older men. Late 30s and early 40s are my faves; they have still got the go but also have the sexual guile, experience and patience that makes for fantastic screwing. But this New Years Eve I was with a twenty seven year old who had a great reputation for being sexually just like guys of his age should be: quick to recover and can fuck several times in an evening. Usually quantity isn't what I look for, preferring the quality of the fuck or fucks to their length or number. But this New Year, with my new "profession" providing so much stimulation for me and Stuart's mails and the chat and cam show on messenger having aroused me so much, I was after sheer quantity. I wanted hard, raw dirty sex with Steve and I wanted as much of it as I could get. That really was unusual for me. I was like a bitch on heat getting ready. I got even hotter slipping into the black thong and the low cut, totally see-through, black lacy bra. And when I slid the black, fishnet, seamed, hold-up stockings up my legs and pushed my feet into the strappy high heels and looked at myself in the mirror, I almost made myself cum! God what arrogance and vanity I thought, stroking one of my hardened nipples. Thinking back to Stuart and forward to being shagged by Steve later tonight made me shudder. Resisting masturbating for the third time that day was hard. Steve liked the little black number I wore. It was a real dinner party dress, tight and low cut round my tits and above the knee but loose down below. I knew that I would show off quite a lot of what men like girls to show off; their tits and stocking tops! I threw my overnight bag into his car, for I was staying at his place, which was just a short walk from where we were going to the dinner party. That had gone well. I didn't drink that much, for I find sex better when sober, it's easier then to stay awake. We left earlyish, around one. By quarter past, Steve was ooing and ahhing at my underwear as my dress fell in a pool round my feet. By half past, he had fucked me on the sofa. We had a snack and a couple of drinks, watched some of the live Take That concert he'd recorded and after less than an hour he was at me again. This time he took my bra and panties off. As he bent me forward until I was nearly 90 degrees at the waist signalling for me to support myself with my hands on the table he said. "I think we'll leave those sexy stockings right where they are." It was almost an all night fuck. He had me from behind as I have just described then we went to bed and slept. And we had a nice, slow languid shag with loads of foreplay in the morning. I got home, by cab at just after 11 and felt that I just had to write to Stuart. I was enjoying corresponding with him. He wrote quite well, though rather carelessly, for he frequently didn't use capitals to start sentences and he made numerous minor grammatical, spelling and composition errors, but who really cares. He got his points across well and in an appropriately descriptive manner. Hello Stuart I hope you had a good New Year. I don't know when you will get the chance to read this, but I am writing it at mid-day on the first day of a new year. I had a nice time on New Year's Eve, a quiet dinner party with friends in Islington, where I used to live. I stayed with a mate last night and just as I was going to bed, I thought of our potential session. I have had another idea that I thought I should share with you. Hopefully, you will be able to read this mail as simply a continuum of the one I wrote before going out last evening. You know I have done many modelling sessions over the past year or so. During that time, I have gathered together a large wardrobe of outfits and masses of underwear; panties of all descriptions and colours, matching bras, basques, stockings and suspender belts et al. My mate mentioned something about clothing and that triggered off a thought process. It goes like this. As part of my photography cum sexual therapy services, maybe I should offer to bring some of my outfits with me. Then when I photograph you, I can change into what you ask me to wear. How does that sound? As I often do, I have now thought more about it. I had an hour's tube journey home to Essex this morning. I could also add on posing with my client and using the timer on the camera. Now doesn't that open up some possibilities? Please try to answer this along with the other points I put in my last mail. Thanks and again happy New Year Your glamourgirlphotographer 'therapist' Sammi. Ps I have attached a couple of outfits as examples. Let me know what you think of them. I sent it. Hi Sammi, Wow, you have been busy, on line and off it and it sounds like your New Years Eve was really nice, mine was very quiet, as usual. I read both e-mails with intrepidation and excitement. After we had chatted before New Year, I had wondered what you thought. I had offered to show you my cam, but had never intended to show so much of myself. I was surprised how I had managed to disrobe and almost shocked that I had engaged in your polite request to see my front. You had been so professional and kind my confidence had increased massively. Your comments about my bum had certainly affected me and the way you complimented me on 'my front view' had seriously turned me on. Suddenly, I was gripped with the notion that I wanted you to see my bum and cock, I was almost desperate to show you for real, the thoughts and language that were forming in my mind were almost lurid. I stopped myself; my mind was racing far too fast and far too far again. I think it was probably a good thing that your mum came home. I think I may well have shown myself up and done something ridiculous if we had carried on much further. thanks for the examples of your modelling which are more than a little inspirational. I have studied them and find the prospect of the shoot even more exciting as a result. Thank you for explaining your idea of bisexual to me, I had never thought about being with another male before, but your suggestion has definitely aroused my curiosity, especially after the comments you made about my bum (thank you for those too). It has made me think about showing more of that part of me, I hope that doesn't offend you, but would you take a picture of that part of me in close up and in detail? I hope this request doesn't come across as too peculiar for you to contemplate. Your kind comments about my body have encouraged me enormously. Having now seen your topless picture I know that if you strip as you shoot I certainly will be carrying an erection, forgive me but your lovely frame has already induced that response. I would be delighted if you would do that and indeed the idea of you wearing your outfits as well, excites me. Would you be happy with us posing together? I am assuming it would just be standing and you would remain clad in your outfits or bra and panties. I would love to be pictured stripping from wearing a business suit, if you would be okay with that? I will happily bring one with me if its ok. And you did say there was a shower at the studio, could I get cleaned up after the journey and before we start? We had become quite good friends in writing. That was nice, it bode well for us meeting and the photographic session that we had pretty much organised. I felt as if I knew you. I was comfortable writing to you about hugely intimate topics and sending you highly revealing photos of me: something I rarely did to people I would be likely to meet in the flesh, as it were! You had said you should be able to get to Docklands by about 8.30 and would have eaten on the way. I had booked you into a Travelodge, which was near to the studio in Docklands. The idea was for you to go straight there I had given you some ideas on the clothing you might need, but had left the details up to you. I had booked the studio and had said to Sandra I might be working into the night. Although she was away, she had told me someone would be checking on the place, so not to be worried if there was a caller. "So if you are going to get up to anything naughty Sammi, make sure you keep the door locked," she had said over the phone adding. "Oh and if the session goes on a bit and you want to crash, you can do that either, in the studio, as you know there's a nice big bed or, up in my flat, you know where the spare key is don't you?" I always like to make sure all the details are attended to so, on the day before our scheduled meet, I sent you a confirming email. Hi Stuart, Hope you are well and are ready for tomorrow; I am so looking forward to it. Although I have been on both ends of the camera in a studio many times, I have never done anything quite like what we have planned. You asked about taking photos of your bum. Not only would I like to, I insist. That's not just because you have such nice one, rounded and full, yet pert and firm, but also because photogenically and erotically they are of immense importance. Also Stu, men's bums turn me on! When I was modelling, I think mine was shot more times than any other part of me. In fact, when I go through the shots that the photographers have sent me, they always do that to help the model develop her portfolio, there are more from behind than from the front: not sure if I shouldn't be a little disappointed at that; I mean, what's wrong with my tits??? I have been putting my mind to some poses and, of course, will discuss them with you tomorrow. I thought you might like to mull them over on your way down. These are not necessarily in order, for you might wish to do the 'strip from your suits sequence' first. Shot 12.1 Stuart facing away from camera just wearing tight, white boxers. Hands on hips, legs parted Shot 12.2 Same pose, but boxers pulled down showing the start of the crease Shot 12.3 Same pose, but one arm by side and top of boxers down level where the bum cheeks end. Shot 12.4 Stuart bending forward, his crease on show, the folds of his boxers hiding everything else. The Other Side of the Camera Shot 12.5 Shot of my hand pulling the boxers further down. Shot 12.6 My hand, with very dark fingernails, resting on S's back, as if pushing him forward. He is almost at 90 degrees, the boxers are round his knees. The shot will show my hand and his opened cheeks in very close-up. Shot 12.7 Stuart in same position, but legs wider apart. Camera angle will be between them so that the back of his scrotum and his c***, if flaccid will be in shot centre. So yes, rest easy, Stuart, I have been thinking about your bum quite a bit, it features heavily in my shooting schedule, which I will be completing as you travel down tomorrow. I'm pleased you like my ideas on me undressing with you and wearing various outfits, by the way it's your last chance to suggest any you would particularly like to see me in. Of course we could pose together, I would like that. As a general concept, and as part of my catalogue of services, I had envisaged staying partially clothed and yes standing. But Stuart, there are always exceptions to every rule. There were many exceptions when I was modelling, so I don't see the need for that to change. Stripping from a business suit sounds great. We can do some where you start of fully clothed and gradually strip. Also, I would like to experiment with just wearing the suit, being naked under that and me shooting lots of pics as you firstly become erect and then slowly disrobe. There is a shower, but if you stay at the Travelodge you won't need it beforehand or after. Under the lights, though, it does get very warm and both of us might need it during the session. Would you like some shots of you in there? Anyway S, I think that about covers everything so have a safe trip tomorrow Luv Sammi Chapter 4 "Well for a lot of the time he treats me like a cunt, so as a wedding present, I thought I would give him some pictures of my cunt." That was the main gist of the telephone conversation I'd had with Susie, a bride-to-be who had contacted glamourgirlphotography.com. She was very much 'the Essex girl' made good; a person I could identify with, for that was where I was born and now, once more, live. The county of Essex lies to the East of London, bordering on what is know as the' East End'. In years gone by that was a tough area dominated by London Docks, but like 'Docklands', as it's now called, much of it has been 'gentrified.' It now provides upscale living for the hordes of dealers and traders of derivatives, forex, equities and bonds working in the banks in Canary Wharf and in the City. Earning astronomical sums for, essentially, gambling, Essex has proved to be a fertile breeding ground for the 'cityboy yobs.' And of course, where's there's 'loads of money' there is always 'loads of crumpet' as girls are known in Essex or city boy speak; that is when girls are present, when not they are usually referred to as 'cunt.!' This 'Essex crumpet,' or cunt, has its own look, style, behaviour, dress code and way of speaking; basically, loud, flash, garish and don't give a fuck. Their clear ambition is to hook a cityboy earning two or three hundred grand and upwards and live the 'life of riley' in the Essex bars, restaurants, tanning, nail and beauty parlours and the upscale shops. Nice if you can get it, but to get it you have to put up with a cityboy, give me a snake anytime. Susie had done her hooking and was due to be married in the South of France, naturally, with the honeymoon predictably in the Maldives. She was twenty-eight, Carl her futures dealer was just thirty, they had just bought a million pound flat in Docklands. She was slightly overweight, but in an over-made-up-way, she was attractive. Her shoulder length, straightened hair had the obligatory highlight and on her ankle and lower back she had the inevitable tattoos; I was half expecting a pierced nipple as well. "How do you want to do this?" I had asked as we sipped a glass of wine after she had arrived at the studio in her skin tight, hugely expensive jeans, tucked into knee-length boots. "How do ya mean luv?" She replied, lighting a cigarette. "I'm sorry Susie, but there's a strict no smoking policy in the studio." "Can't be that fucking strict, there's no one to impose it, is there ay?" "Well actually I'm supposed to." "Tell you what luv, let's call the fee two undred and forget about such stooped fucking rules shall we? Want one?" It just wasn't worth arguing, but I refrained from accepting a cigarette, just. "How would you like to pose, what would you like to wear"? "Oh right." That's when she told me that she wanted pictures of her cunt. "Nothing else?" "Nah, that's all Carl's interested in about me, my pussy, he can't get enough." "You don't think he might like some of you in underwear?" "Nope, 'e don't go in for all that bollocks, e's a get 'em off gal and let me get inya bloke." "Ok, you're the boss, Susie. Would you like to undress, there's a changing room there." I pointed out. "There's a robe or two in there," I added as she walked across the room her, just slightly, oversized bum wobbling nicely in the tight jeans. I was checking a few proofs on my pc when I heard. "Ok luv, ow dya want me?" Turning, I saw she was completely naked. Although, clearly a biggish girl, everything was in proportion. Wide shoulders, flared hips, ample-sized bum, full waist and great tits. The only impediment I could see was the excess flesh on her thighs, but I doubt cityboy minded that, there was plenty of other parts of Susie he could occupy himself with. "Would you like to start now Susie?" "Yep come on let's do it." "Are you sure you don't want some other shots than your er um pussy?" "Er, you could actually take a few of me bum, e loves that." I smiled. "Of course, but then most men like looking at girls' bums don't they?" "Yeah, but e likes doing a lot more than looking I can tell you, e can't get enough, I think he'd rather shag me there than where he should do, know what I mean?" Anal wasn't something that I either, enjoyed or, from a woman's viewpoint, really understood; after all, we don't have a prostate or any other sensitive place up there do we? Still each to their own, I thought, looking Susie up and down. "You do realise that the session is scheduled for an hour, don't you Susie?" "Yep, so?" "Well unless you want hundreds of shot of your bum and pussy, we won't take all that time." "That's fine, just get me some good ones of both places and if that takes five, ten or twenty minutes I couldn't care less, only fucking gilt ennit." So that's just what we did. I have to say that she turned out to be a good model. She did as she was told, followed my suggestions to the letter. "Sit on the floor, with your back against the settee. Bring your knees up and open your legs." "Rest your hand on your tummy, and let your fingertips just touch your pussy." I was firstly kneeling, and then lying focusing the camera right on her open pussy taking very close up shots as well as longer distance. "OK, on the bed, on your back, knees hanging over the side, thighs open." "Bring your legs up so they press against your tits." "Ok now let's get some of that lovely bum as well," I found myself saying. She didn't object. "Put your legs at ninety degrees to your body. Keep them straight and hold them wide open." "Lay on your front, keep your legs together and raise your tummy from the bed." "Kneel on all fours." "Stay kneeling, but rest your face on the bed, keeping your legs together." "Now open your legs." "Let's stop for a while Susie, I'll show you what we've got so far." "Ok." "Like a drink or a robe." "Nah, I'm ok, you're used to seeing nude birds aren't you?" "Yes I don't mind, I was thinking of you." "Fucking ell," she exclaimed when I had downloaded the shots onto the PC and had brought them up on the plasma. It really was some sight to see a big plasma, time and again completely filled with a woman's cunt. Chapter 5 Dear Sammi, Once again, I loved reading your ideas and thoughts on tomorrow's session. Yes they sound exactly what I was hoping for. And thank you for your comments about my bum, I hope it matches up in the flesh, but I think you will be seeing a lot of it! and to be honest I am very keen for you to see as much of it as you like. Your proposed schedule as you have produced it looks fabulous, by 12.5 I am afraid I was more than a little hard, the thought of your hand being so close. By 12.6 I thought I might have an accident! I love the idea of my bum cheeks open and I am so very turned on at the idea. Any hope that my cock will be flaccid at that stage I think is forlorn. I am also thrilled that it has the same effect on you, if your nipples harden tomorrow I think my erection will be guaranteed. I am glad you like the suit idea and the plan of being naked beneath it sounds exciting too, maybe with a tie though. And yes, I love the idea of shots in the shower, water and soap cascading from my arms and back. Shower shots that I have seen always look fun and it would be good to do them. Do you have many of you taken in the bathroom? and anyway would it be a good time for a break while we both use the shower to cool down? Of course you will have privacy for showering, but I bet you look fantastic with water running from your body, especially from your tits, whch are, by the way, fabulous!! Do you have any outfits in a gypsy or Victorian style, basques etc in reds and black? And a baby doll would also be nice, maybe in a very feminine colour like pink? And I really hope we can pose together, I would like that, I feel as if I already know you so well. I will meet you as planned just after 9, with my stuff and we can take it from there. I am still nervous and I suspect by that time tomorrow will be quaking, but I am so very much looking forward to this. Take care, Stuart. We had arranged to meet in a bar near to his hotel and not far from the studio. As always when meeting a guy in a bar or restaurant I was purposefully "fashionably late." I had intended getting there around 9.10 but I got held up at the studio. For some reason, despite it working perfectly well with Susie, I couldn't make my memory stick or laptop work on Sandra's complicated IT system. I needed to though, for it had my shooting schedule on it. More importantly, we would need to use the system to view the shots I was pretty sure you would enjoy seeing yourself on two big screens at the same time. I know that the first time I saw myself like that I was blown away. Actually trying to show the shots on both plasmas at the same time turned out to be the problem. I got it worked out though and as a test, I had a peep at some of the shots of Susie and her very on show pussy. I wondered what Carl would say when he saw them. After I got it working, I checked out the entire system with some shots of me in various stages of undress. "Mmmm yes," I thought, "maybe my tits aren't too bad." I knew I was putting on a little weight and some of it was going to them. "Be a c cup soon," I smiled looking at a close up shot in vivid colour of my breasts on two 52-inch screens. Time-wise, I had had a bad day. I struggled with a paper I was writing for college that should have been completed prior to Christmas and had to be handed in on my return on the coming Monday. My mind just wasn't on the history of mime! I was so excited about our session and the way I was moving from being simply a model, to becoming a photographer, a model and photographer and now to those plus, almost, a sexual therapist, that I couldn't concentrate. I managed to get something roughly passable together by about four and then was able to concentrate on the evening with Stuart. I completed the rough shooting schedule, checked the two Canons, one wide angle the other narrow for real close ups, and made sure the transfer from them to my laptop functioned properly. Everything seemed fine. It was just six, plenty of time. Shall I shower first and get ready then select the outfits or, shall I choose those first and then get ready? A big question, quite a dilemma? It shouldn't have been and when I modelled it hadn't been, but I had become relaxed about posing. I had got used to baring my breasts, being naked, posing with open legs, touching myself and feigning, well most of the time I was feigning, self-induced orgasms. I had got accustomed to being alone with a stranger in a studio. I had become relaxed about showing him all I had, every little nook and cranny of me. Feeling aroused, slightly fancying the man and hearing him ask about extras no longer fazed me. Even doing some extras no longer worried me, well not much. But thinking about this new venture, the different services, you and your requirements, what we had discussed in our mails and just what might happen in the studio, made me feel just like I did that first time I was getting ready to go to a gig where I had to flash my tits. In fact, this was giving me even more extreme feelings, There were two things I always did when getting ready for a modelling session. I didn't wear any underwear for a few hours before it; that way there would be no unsightly bra or panty elastic marks, and I masturbated as near to the start of the session as I could. That helped reduce the arousal potential. It also meant unless I really fancied the guy I would be able to keep my feelings under control and resist any suggestions of extras. Additionally, it also helped me resist cumming too soon, something I am always prone to with a new lover. I got all my stuff together first. That was quite exciting; I love the feel and touch of my sexy underwear. It get's me going to think of men in general and Stuart in particular seeing me in them. It was nearing seven. Then I undressed completely. I stood naked my panties round my ankles. I looked in the mirror and imagined it was his eyes on me. What am I thinking, I asked myself, surely I won't be like this with Stuart, will I? Standing, looking in the mirror, leaning back against the door, I masturbated. Quite a quick one, but satisfying. Strong enough that it would give me the resolve not to get too aroused if I saw you becoming erect. God I'm going mad I thought as I got out of the shower. It was 8.15. Time is getting tight, I shouldn't have had that wank, but, hey, I did, so there. Jeans and a top I thought. Just about right, not to come on. More like a professional photographer. I slid into the jeans, no panties of course and went to pull the pink sweater over my head. No, stop. I wanted to be sexier, show more, and let you see more, so I changed. It was 8.40. I went to the studio in my MINI and unloaded all my stuff. I buggered around with that fucking IT equipment that didn't want to work, consistently. It was 9.15. I fluffed up my hair, checked my make-up and put on my leather coat. I walked to the bar and opened the door. We saw each other immediately. At firts, we were like strangers, but then we are strangers I thought as we shook hands. Shook hands for Christ's sake. Shaking hands after seeing you naked, talking about all the stuff we have. I put my hand on your shoulder and kissed you on the cheek. "Hello Stuart, lovely to meet you." "Hello Sam, you as well, shall we sit over there?" You asked pointing to a table in a quiet corner of the dark bar. "Yes why not?" I said as you sat down. I was standing with my back to the rest of the bar as I undid the leather coat. "I think we have time for one drink," I said as I removed the coat "After all we have a lot to see and do tonight, don't we Stuart?" Your eyes were like the proverbial organ stops as you murmured. "Yes Sammi." It was awkward at first, but then that's not unusual when I meet a client model for the first time. Usually, they have never posed intimately before and naturally, they are nervous. It soon passes though and it wasn't long before we were chatting away quite nicely. We talked about your trip, the hotel and numerous other topics, but avoided the coming session, I thought smiling to myself at the double entendre. "I see you have brought some stuff with you Stuart," I said nodding at the bag on the floor. "Your costumes?" I added smiling. "Yes," you smiled back, "Pretty much what you suggested." "And this is the suit?" I asked reaching out and running my finger and thumb along the lapel of the three-buttoned suit. It was nice material, thin and smooth. "Yes, is that ok?" "Yes it's very nice, blue is it?" "Yes navy." I looked you right in the eye as I found myself saying, unnecessarily really. "That should come out well on film with you naked beneath it." You stammered something I couldn't quite make out. "You ready then Stu?" I asked. "Shall we go?" "Oh yes, let's, thanks, how far is it?" You garbled. Your nerves clearly returning, big time Chapter 6 I had walked out of the bar, acutely conscious of your eyes on my bum. I may even have emphasized my wiggle, for you. Or was that for the gazes of the couple at the bar and a few other chancers in the room staring at my tits and legs, as well? Why do I do it? Why was I doing this? I never know. I get these mad moments when I want to "flash my bits". Not completely, not like mooning or lifting my skirt with no panties underneath. No, nothing like that. Just showing a little too much leg, or a rather too obvious a flash of nipple, that sort of thing. And of course posing. In some ways, I suppose, being a glamour model and posing for amateur photographic clubs is the ultimate in being an exhibitionist, isn't it? I mean, laying on a studio floor, naked, apart from perhaps a suspender belt and stockings, legs spread, touching yourself and feigning (?) an orgasm as a dozen, letchy old sods snap away at you, is just about as exhibitionistic as a girl can be, isn't it? I kidded myself that I did the posing purely for money. To an extent that was true, but not entirely. I had other mates at college, as equally pretty as me, who also needed money. They didn't do it, although some had been asked. Presumably, they didn't have the sort of exhibitionist need that had lain dormant in me all those years and had being fanned aflame by my modelling. I suppose, in some ways, that's what attracted Stuart to me; I saw that need in him as well! This new venture had, though, taken most of the opportunity for indulging myself away from me. The idea of posing with him was maybe another reason I was attracted to him, well apart from his bum that is! Also, having now moved back home to live with my mum after she and dad spilt up a month or so ago, another cost saving action, my sex-life was restricted somewhat so I needed another buzz. Extending my photography the way I planned, might just do that. Photographing others as well as posing is largely about creating the right atmosphere and scene. I knew that with Stuart, with the uncertainty and conflicts he had, that was doubly important and particularly challenging. I had to relax him, give him confidence and develop a working relationship with him. One based on trust. He had to trust me and have the confidence that, whatever happened, I would not embarrass him or make him feel foolish or inadequate. At the same time I had to be in control, he wanted and needed t be led, I was sure, maybe there was a submissiveness in him that needed a touch of a modest dominatrix, a role I had often fancied, but then I had also fancied being a sub too, so what the hell did I know? I realised that I also had to thrill and excite him. After all that was what this was all about wasn't it? That's why I had started it from when we met. From the moment, I undid my leather coat. From when I showed him I was wearing a denim micro skirt with brass buttons up the front. From when he saw so much of my tanned legs and he noticed very quickly that I was naked under that, see-through pink top.