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The Camera

By: GradStudent



I finally chose an Ivory fabric softener box from the laundry. I did not think anybody would notice it sitting on the shelf in the bathroom. The camera fitted nicely.

The camera was very fancy, motion sensor, auto focus, and even had a mode for automatic, 820.11b transmission to my laptop. But the pictures were also stored on the camera.

Cynthia and Carol shared the main bathroom, I had my own smaller shower. I set the camera up in the morning, after everybody else had gone to grad school. The first night, I got Cynthia's beautiful boobs just sticking out of her dressing gown, as she cleaned her teeth. The next evening I came home to find I had captured first Cynthia and later Carol getting into the shower. It was a bit foggy, but great pictures. I loved the pictures. Cynthia and Carol were real prudes. Although we shared a house, I never even got a glimpse of their underwear. They both always wore high necked dresses and blouses. They had a few men friends, but no steady boy friends. I think they were a little scared of men.

The next morning, I had to leave before I could check any more pictures, but I did notice some cold stares from Cynthia and Carol. I planned to meet my girl friend Penny for a movie that night, but first I had to go home to freshen up and have a quick meal before she came over.

But, she was there when I got home. The three women were sitting around the kitchen table when I walked in. They looked very serious and my camera and the Ivory Soap box were in the middle of the table.

"Peter, how could you!" accused Penny.

"This is you camera? Isn't it?"

"You are a pervert, what kind of person takes pictures of their house mates with a hidden camera?" Without a breath she went on, "Why are you taking naked pictures of other women? Look at these pictures. Terrible!"

I just stood there, ashen faces from this onslaught from my own girlfriend. Apparently she had been called when they found the camera.

"Penny, I am so glad that you see how shocked we are at finding this camera," interjected Cynthia. "I hate having my privacy invaded."

"Peter, is really a very shy person himself. I can't imagine why he would do this?" responded Penny.

"What are we going to do about it?" came Carol's first comment.

"You will have to punish him!" blurted Penny. "He has to be taught a lesson about privacy."

I thought that Penny was not very loyal. But, she was already making me feel very guilty.

"How would we do that?" asked Carol.

"Deprive him of his privacy. You can make him doing anything you like. He couldn't stand for people to know about this stupid act. I give you full permission to humiliate him in any way you can. He deserves it," answered Penny.

"What could we do to him that would stop him from ever doing this again?" asked Cythnia.

"As I told you, Peter is really a very private person. He hardly lets me see his body. He is also very conventional about sex. This camera thing must be some weird repression."

Cynthia and Carol nodded. They were starting to understand Penny's direction.

"OK, how do we start? What do we make him do?" asked Cythia. 

"Just tell him to do what ever comes into your head. If he doesn't do it, I will dump him and spread it all over the Department. I know, why not start by making him do everything he caught on the camera? He will have to do it in front of us, just what he secretly photographed you doing."

Cynthia looked at me, looked back at Penny for more encouragement and then faced me squarely. "Peter, you are going to pay for what you did to us!"

I looked at Cynthia, a little surprised at her being so forthright. I also looked at Penny. She gave a fierce, angry stare. I knew I had to capitulate.

We all trooped into the shower. Penny carried my laptop which had the captured photos which had brought my downfall. She also carried the offending camera.

She stepped through the photos. They looked great on the full screen of the laptop. The camera started with Cynthia walking into the bathroom, fully dressed. She pulled her pants down to pee, but you could not see much. 

"You want him to mimic this, right?" Penny looked to Cynthia and Carol for assurance.

Carol nodded, Cynthia said, "Sure, lets make him go through the entire thing."

"You heard, the women, pee for the camera!" ordered Penny.

This was not so hard, I turned to the toilet and undid my fly.

"No," said Carol, suddenly taking a role. "Follow what Cynthia did, you must sit to do it."

I stood in front of the three young women, and slowly slid down my pants to around my ankles. It was very undignified. I quickly sat on the toilet.

Penny moved on to the next pictures, which showed Cynthia starting to undress for the shower. There was a fabulous shot of here taking off her blouse and the frills of her white bra showing. Then she slid down her pants, showing her matching white underwear. She had a really great body, I had not realized before. I loved the photos of her stripping, quite unconscious of the camera. But I knew that I had to do the same, I was not alone. I had the three women staring at me. Plus, I noticed Penny had the camera running.

I also saw that Cynthia, in the flesh, was red faced. She was ashamed to see the photos I had taken of her. She was ashamed for us to see her beautiful body, even if only by photo. My feeling of guilt grew and I looked down.

Like, Cynthia, I stripped to my underwear - conscious of my own body and the bulge in my briefs. 

Penny stepped to the next picture, Cynthia was nude and turning to the shower.

"OK Peter, you have to show all – just like Cynthia."

Cynthia was hating it. I had to face my fears, and drop my briefs.

Carol said, "Peter, now you are naked. How does it feel with us all looking at you?"

My guilt kept my eyes lowered, but there was a thrill in being stark naked in front of the three clothed women.

Penny moved to the next pictures. Cynthia was shown in her full glory, Her bush was blonde just like her wonderful long hair. Penny did not spare her, we all stared at the pictures as she waited for the shower to warm up and absently rubbed her body. Then she finally was shown getting into the shower and starting to wash her body.

I got into the shower and tried to use my hands to provide a little privacy and then turned my back on the women.

"No you don't! – Can't take the exposure?" cried Penny. Then she grabbed a some venation blind cord and tied my hands above me onto the shower head. I was now facing my accusers and could not use my hands for protection.

"Why don't you wash him, Carol? He just like a baby needing to be washed and he is completely under your power."

I stood there under the warm shower and Carol leaned in to stroke my body with soap. It was hard for her without getting wet.

The next sequence of pictures showed Cynthia reaching out for a shaver and starting to shave her legs. 

Cynthia turned even redder, "Oh, do we have to look at these?"

The pictures were very graphic and clearly very embarrassing for Cynthia, but Penny ignored this.

"It will teach Peter a lesson, he needs to learn that some activities are completely private and should not be observed by others. This will shame him. It might also open up his mind and eliminate some of his fears of exposing his body."

She went on, "Peter is so shy that he refuses to see a women doctor. He always changes for the gym at home and comes back to shower. When we hike, he will never even skinny dip."

Pausing in reflection, "I would not usually reveal this about a boy friend, but Peter crossed the line with these photos. Girls, I have almost never seen Peter naked myself. He actually wears his boxers into bed and then slides them off under the covers. He is a bit of weirdo."

Penny's reference to my shame in showing my own body hurt deeply. Certainly she had always taken the lead in our relationship but I had not realized she had seen through my pretexts for locking the bedroom door and never venturing out even to the bathroom without being fully covered. How did Penny realize that I never used communal showers or got undressed in front of my male friends?

I was standing, naked, in the streaming water with the three women outside the large shower area. I could see the wonderful pictures the camera had caught of Cynthia doing her more intimate toilet and shaving her legs.

"Strip off his hair, he will not be able to show his body in the gym for months."

"Go on, Cynthia, take your clothes off – just so you do not get them wet - and get in there and shave him. We have all seen you naked." -- indicating the high quality camera shots -- "This will be your personal revenge, your mark on Peter."

"Oh, no lets stop! We have done enough to Peter. Can't we stop now?"

Cynthia, was very confused. First she was ashamed to have any of us look so closely at these embarrassing pictures, then she was being asked to strip, as if it made no difference.

But, under the force of the moment, and Penny's personality, she started to strip. She was wearing black underwear this time. She hesitated when she got down to her personal garments – she really was very shy. But, Penny seemed to think nothing of Cynthia stripping in front of them. Carol just stared, both at me and at Cynthia stripping."

"Come on Cynthia, get in there and really get your revenge on Peter."

The notion of revenge comforted Cynthia and she completed undressing. Just like in the camera shot. The same beautiful body, just very shy in front of the two clothed women and the naked man.

The shower was large and there was a side bench. Cynthia stepped in and slid onto the bench. I was standing in the stream of water, very much at attention, just a few inches away. 

I suffered the humiliation of being completely helpless while being shaved by a beautiful naked women. Cynthia striped all the hair off my legs. While Penny commanded the scene, Carol just stared and looked nervous.

Penny, moved on to the next pictures. There were several duds with nothing much to show and then a picture of Carol entering the bathroom wearing a bright yellow terry cloth robe. Despite not knowing of the camera as an audience, Carol unconsciously teased with the opening of her robe while staring at herself in the mirror. Carol groaned as we all saw her naked and smiling at her own reflection. 

Penny gave a half smile and said: "Nice, there it is in on the hook in the corner. Undress and model it for us."

Despite her sexy appearance on the image, Carol seemed shy and very hesitant. But Penny said, "Oh, come on, we have all seen the picture and Cynthia has gone along in punishing Peter. You must get your revenge."

Carol turned her back, quickly stripped, and put on the yellow robe without showing her front. She was dark haired with olive skin. Stockier than Cynthia, but still a fabulous body. Some what defiantly she wrapped the robe across her at the front before turning.

Cynthia got out of the shower. She was just relieved to be no-longer the center of attention, even though she was still naked.

The next sequence showed Carol fingering herself and starting to masturbate in the shower. Perhaps Carol had been fearing this, perhaps she had forgotten? 

She saw the first picture, while wrapped demurely in the robe: "Oh my God, No! stop it! Don't let Peter look at that!"

Penny, light heartedly but with a certain edge, said: "Carol, were you thinking of Peter?"

Carol stared, looking uneasy, but Penny let the comment dangle and then said sternly, "Carol, you know that masturbating is very natural and that everybody does it. We just have to teach Peter. We need to broaden his mind, so that he does not stoop to voyeur pictures any more."

Penny left up the very graphic picture of Carol fingering herself. This embarrassment seemed to drive Carol to shrink inside the protection of the terry cloth. I was helpless, standing naked in the stream of water with my hands tied above my head. 

"Carol, finger him while we watch!"

I am sure that Carol wanted to just walk out but instead she stepped into the shower. Her robe stated to get wet, so she said "What the hell!" and let the robe drop on the bathroom floor. She had a fabulous body.

She started to lubricate me with some hand cream while using one hand to hold my balls.

Cynthia now had the computer and clicked the photos forward, looking for a better shot of Carol, and then we saw Penny. It was a very revealing picture of me licking her.

Cynthia screamed, "Look, he got you too!"

Carol, looking up from her unexpectedly ardent torture of me, stared at Penny and said, "OK Penny, you have been violated too. You must get your revenge. Strip!"

Penny looked scared, hoisted by her own petard. As she stripped, she winked.

The Camera



"Don't wear panties when we go out to buy the camera this afternoon."

Annie's hand gripped the phone as her breath caught in her throat. "Today, Michael?" She tried to sound casual but she knew he could hear the excitement in her voice. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We've talked about it long enough. I'll pick you up in an hour." His voice softened. "I love you, Annie."

She hung up the phone. They had talked about doing some different and exciting things several times over the last few months but it had been all fantasy foreplay talk. She closed her eyes and thought about last night…

She had fallen asleep waiting for Michael to come to bed. She woke up to his fingers gently tracing her nipples awake. She turned on her side to face him. His cock was hard against the inside of her thighs as she moved her mouth to his. His lips opened as she gently kissed him. Slowly they tongue danced, warm breaths mingling into one as her hand reached down to squeeze his hard and solid flesh.

His hands touched her hips as he moved over her, turning her onto her back. He looked into her eyes and she saw what he was going to say. "I love you, Annie," he whispered. His head bent down toward her right breast. Her nipple grew tight against his tongue as he pushed it to the roof of his mouth, sliding it down to nibble gently with his teeth. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his cock toward her pussy. As she lifted her hips to guide him inside her, he slowly and deliberately pulled his mouth away from her breast, letting his lips capture the hard little bud. His tongue moved back and forth against the underside, teeth softly nipping the hard nub. When his cock touched her wet inner lips that were slowly opening, he released her nipple and pulled himself upright on his arms so that he could bury himself deep inside her.

Once buried in her pussy, he stared at her, flexing his stiff rod. She felt his desire from her filled pussy to her erect nipples. "Annie, I want to take pictures of us making love." His cock twitched, finding her G-spot. "I want to take you shopping while you have no panties on." He began to slowly pull out of her. "I want to take pictures of you sucking my cock." He was just inside her open well. "I want to take pictures of you touching your clit for me." The head slid up her inner lips, nudging her hardening button of desire. "I want to touch your clit while we're shopping for a camera." Languidly, his cock slid away from her clit, gliding down to her moist entrance. "I want to make you so wet that I can put two fingers inside your smooth shaved pussy while you're talking to the camera clerk."

Annie let her animal loose on Michael's cock as he drove it deeply into her tight channel. His finger found her clit and rolled it back and forth with each stroke of his cock. She grabbed his face and kissed him, tongue playing over his as he fucked her in long smooth strokes. "Yes! Michael … Let's do … that," she cried as she pulled away from his mouth, her orgasm melting in perfect time with his own explosion.

Michael buried his spent cock deep into her pussy. Annie let him experience her inside muscles trembling as he slowly went from hard to soft. 

Gently, he moved off of her and turned on his side, cradling her in his arms. "Yes, Annie. Let's go camera shopping tomorrow," he murmured sleepily as his fingers stroked her face.

In the morning, they woke, showered and kissed each other goodbye as they headed off to work. It was a normal day and she had not thought about the conversation - until Michael had phoned her from his office.

Annie shook her head, looked at her watch then ran upstairs. She stood in front of her closet as she removed her clothes, tossing them on the rocking chair in the corner. Pulling a short navy dress off its hanger, she held it against her while she looked in the mirror. This will do, she thought. Laying it on the bed, she grabbed her red robe and went into the bathroom.

Under the steamy hot water, she closed her eyes, letting her soapy hands roam over her breasts. Her fingers traced and pulled each hard nipple as she re-played Michael's voice … "I want to touch your clit while we're shopping for a camera." Her hand moved down to her pussy, thumb caressing her outer lips as she thought about him doing this to her while they shopped. She closed her eyes and imagined Michael's silky voice in her ear. "Don't come now, Annie. Let the excitement build for us." She opened her eyes and smiled. Excitement doesn't come close to describing how I feel right now, Michael, she thought as she let the water cascade over her aroused body.

She hurriedly began to dress. Since she wasn't going to wear panties, she decided not to wear a bra either. She sat down on the bed, pulled on thigh high stockings; standing up, she slid the dress down her nude body. Wearing only the dress and stockings, Annie felt more naked than if she was fully dressed. She was also more excited than she could ever remember feeling. Smiling, she decided that she liked the excitement of a dangerous thrill…

She was walking down the stairs just as Michael walked in the front door. He stopped to watch her come down the stairs, never taking his eyes off of her. When she got closer, he pulled her against him, his hands gripping her ass through the dress. "Annie, you look beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her with a passion she gave back.

He broke away and held her at arm's length. "Can I see what you're wearing underneath that dress?"

Her fingers reached for the hem. As she pulled it up to her shoulders, she heard him gasp with pleasure. "Annie, you're the most exciting woman I have ever known. Don't move." She stood still as Michael's fingers touched the upper swell of her breasts, lingering softly on the pale skin that surrounded each nipple, turning them into hard little buttons. She trembled when his hands covered her breasts, letting the taut buds show between his spread fingers. When he began a gentle squeezing motion, it was all she could do to remain standing.

He moved his hands away from her breasts and caressed her lower lips. "Ah, Annie…" he sighed. "Let your dress down." She let the dress fall from her hands as he pulled her close again. "Time to go camera shopping, my girl," he whispered as he rubbed her shoulders.

She found her purse and walked out the door in front of him. She began the exciting game by deliberately swaying her hips under his watchful eye. Inside the car, Michael started the engine and they drove the mile to the store.

"Annie, lift your dress to your hips and turn toward me. Spread your legs a little."

Her heart pounded. "What if someone sees me, Michael?"

"What if they do, Annie? Would you mind admiring glances?"

"I'm not sure. You know I've never done this before. I don't know what to expect."

"I've never done this either. I promise, if you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. This has to be at your own pace, Annie, at your pace. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He had pulled into the parking lot. Shutting off the car, he turned toward her. He watched her face as his fingers traced her jaw, thumbs outlining her closed lips. He smiled when her mouth opened to receive them. Her tongue moved over his thumbs, loving them as she loved his cock in her mouth. He pulled his fingers away and moved his hands between her opened thighs. He slowly peeled open her pearl pink lips to expose her darker colored glistening petals. His middle finger brushed against the small crescent of smooth flesh just below her quivering clit. "Tell me what you're feeling right now, Annie," he repeated.

Her thighs opened wider as she moved her body off the car seat to force his finger toward her hardening clit. "I'm very excited, Michael. I feel hot and wet for you." His finger moved away, toward the hole that showed milky traces of her building desire. "Please, Michael, I need you to touch my clit," she whispered.

He pulled his hands away from her body. "Not right now, Annie. We'll save that for when we get inside the store." He kissed her gently as he pulled her dress down. "Say the word Nightshade if you want to stop at any time, ok?"

Annie nodded her head, feeling sure she would not utter that word.

Once inside, Michael guided her to the counter. "Excuse me, Sir. My girlfriend and I would like to purchase a Polaroid camera. Unfortunately, we don't exactly know what model we want."

The clerk approached them as Michael stood behind Annie, letting his body shield what he was about to do. His hands dropped below the counter. "Tell him what kind of camera you want to see, Annie."

Annie smiled at the clerk. "Perhaps the One Step is … the one I'd like to see first." The last few words rushed out of her mouth as she felt Michael's hand pull her dress up just enough so he could caress her outer thighs.

"That's a good choice, Miss. Let me just get one for you to see." The clerk turned away from them as he looked on the back wall shelf for the camera.

"Spread your legs just a little, Annie. Ask him to demonstrate the camera for you when he comes back," Michael whispered in her ear.

The clerk returned with the camera. "This one is very popular. It has a free operation and built-in flash. You can take clear, high-quality pictures with the push of a button." He smiled at her.

"Could you show me how it works?" she asked as Michael's hands moved to the front of her thighs. 

"Sure, Miss, let me take a picture of you," he said. Annie tried to hold still for the picture but as Michael moved his fingers to the sensitive spot where her hip joined her thigh, she moved. "Try not to move and just smile, Miss."

As the flash went off, one of Michael's fingers touched her clit for the first time. "Smile, Annie," he whispered as her clit came out of hiding to meet his finger.

She tried to control her breathing as the clerk showed her the picture. Annie looked at the photo and saw the excitement in her eyes that the camera had captured. Michael looked over her shoulder. "Very nice photo, Annie." Michael turned to the clerk. "Is there any other model similar to this that we can see?" he asked in a voice dripping with innocence.

The clerk smiled at Annie while he talked to Michael. "The OneStep Express is an easy-to-use, point-and-shoot instant camera. It has a fixed-focus lens with a 2 to 4 inch close-up adapter. The camera is green with yellow accents and even comes with a tote bag."

"Comes … Annie, did you hear that?" Michael murmured in her ear, finger almost imperceptibly moving against her hard clit. "Can you take another picture so that we can compare?" Michael asked.

"Certainly." The clerk reached under the counter and brought out another box. "Let me just find some film for the camera, Sir." He turned and walked toward the back room for the film.

Michael moved his hand further down Annie's smooth outer pussy lips. "Won't be long before you come, Annie." He spread her lips wide enough for him to insert two fingers of one hand deep inside her. The middle finger of his other hand rested firm against her clit.

The clerk returned and loaded the camera with film. He pointed it at Annie. "Ready, Miss?"

Annie nodded as she tried to stand still for the clerk. She tested all her senses as she tried not to look obvious when Michael's two fingers started a 'spread apart come together motion' deep inside her. When he started massaging her clit, her inner muscles tensed against his deeply embedded fingers. Her buttocks pushed back against Michael's cock.

Michael timed her explosion with the second flash of the camera. Annie sighed as she leaned against the counter on both arms. She closed her eyes and tried not to make any sounds. "Are you ok, Miss? Would you like some water?" the clerk asked with concern in his voice.

Michael reached around Annie and took one of her hands in his. "She's fine. She's just recovered from the flu." He looked at her. "Perhaps we should have waited on shopping for a camera until you were feeling better."

Annie opened her eyes and gave Michael a soft smile. "No, I'm fine. I just felt faint for a moment." She turned toward the clerk and looked at the second photo. "I think we'll take the first camera you showed us."

"Fine, Miss, just let me get an unopened box for you." He bent down and looked under the counter for another camera. When he stood up, his face was flushed. Michael saw his look and winked at him as they moved to the checkout register.

"Michael? How fast can we get home?" Her hand reached down to fondle his hard cock as she smiled at him. "Either I'm recovering from a fever from the flu or I've developed some pretty hot 'flashes' for you!"

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Copyright January 1999 by Megan Murphy Edited January 2001 meganmurphy@moose-mail.com All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced, copied, distributed, published, quoted or used in any form for commercial gain without the express written permission of the author. 2337 words



The Camera



Casey pressed herself into the hard bus seat, hoping the discomfort of the chair would do something to dispel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. It was no use, as the nervousness crept back after a few calm but fleeting seconds. This is my job, I've done this a million times before, she told herself, over and over. But it seemed nothing she thought would settle her nerves.

It was not like she'd never done photo shoots before. As a professional model she had graced many a teen magazine fashion spread in her younger years. But a girl's pre-pubescent body only lasts so long, and it wasn't long before the work seemed to thin out and stop altogether, as Casey's thin frame developed breasts, hips, and filled out. No longer the scrawny, bony catwalk model of her youth. Casey's agency had dropped her, labeling her "too fat for the catwalk." And, although her body was close to perfect - small but perky 10B breasts, a thin waist and slim yet curvy hips and legs - her self-confidence and esteem had been shattered.

She was just past her twenty-first birthday. She had been shopping with her friends, when a man claiming to be a talent scout approached them. Casey had been skeptical, but her friends, envying the glamour Casey had experienced during her modeling, were keen to arrange a meeting with the man. Spurred by her friends' enthusiasm, Casey too agreed to an office visit later in the week, doubting very much that anything would eventuate.

So naturally, Casey was shell-shocked when not only did the man turn out to be Mr B. Gunner, the manager of "Sapphires" prestigious models agency, but that he was willing to sign her up, there and then, and offer her first modeling job in close to five years. The only catch was, given Casey's body shape; she was an unsuitable clothes model. Gunner explained that although her days as a clotheshorse were long gone, she would make good money and establish a long career if she were to model her body.

Being currently unemployed, Casey readily agreed, needing the money desperately. Gunner arranged for her to do a lingerie spread for Australia's FHM magazine. She had been enthusiastic about salvaging her modeling career, but as she sat on the bus, heading for the shoot, apprehension clutched at her. She still wrongly considered herself too fat to model, and she was being eaten away by self-doubt.

It was her stop, and with shaky legs, Casey left the bus and walked the two blocks to the warehouse where the shoot was taking place. The moment she hesitantly pushed on the mirrored door it swung open to reveal an annoyed-looking woman holding a make-up brush. "You're late." she snapped, before ushering Casey into the dressing room. Everything happened so fast. Casey was told to undress behind a screen and put on a robe, then she sat on the only chair whilst the woman raced through her hair and make-up.

The woman left, to be replaced by a young man dragging a clothing rack. "Hi dah-ling," he drawled in a homosexual accent, putting Casey at ease. At least he wouldn't be staring at her. "We're running behind sweetie. Would you mind putting this on?" He handed her a skimpy black bra and panties set, and discreetly turned his back while Casey changed. He then whisked her away, out on the room and onto the set.

As she stood staring at the sets, which consisted of a white background set and a four poster bed, a handsome young man holding a camera approached her. "Hi, I'm Justin, I'm the photographer. You must be Casey?" he asked. Casey nodded. Justin smiled. "Nervous? Sapphires said this was your first lingerie shoot."

"You don't think I'm too fat?" Casey blurted out. Justin opened her robe and appraised her critically. "Well, you're breasts are a bit small, but they're a nice shape so it doesn't matter. You're definitely not fat my dear." he remarked. "Why don't you take that off," he suggested, indicating the robe, "and hop over here." He pointed to the plain white set.

Casey, relaxed by his reassuring comments, disrobed and walked over to the set. She could feel Justin's eyes on her bare ass in the g-string and blushed under her make-up. Justin described numerous provocative poses she was to imitate, and caused her to laugh the times they were too complicated and he was forced to demonstrate. For the next two hours she modeled numerous bras, g-strings and bikinis, until the make-up artist and clothes manager informed them that they had to be at another shoot across town.
 "Are you right to finish up here?" the make-up artist demanded impatiently. "Sure, we can handle it. If she needs any touch-ups we'll do it on the photos." Justin assured to the retreating figures.

"Alone at last." Casey commented innocently. Although as soon as she had said it she knew her intentions weren't completely innocent. The way Justin looked at her body aroused her, as she obviously did him. She was beginning to love the power she had over him. Because although he was in control of the shoot, she found she could bat her eyelids and get her own way in a flash. It was intoxicating.

Justin grinned. "Indeed. Look, Rick left a few more changes for you, why don't you go pick something you feel comfortable in and we'll move to the bed set. "Sure." Casey disappeared into the change room, and emerged wearing a tiny, transparent red lace g-string and matching bra. Her hard nipples strained against the thin material, leaving very little to Justin's imagination. She took gleeful note of the double take he did as he noticed this, and smiled sweetly. "Is this ok?" she asked innocently, determined to have some fun with the tall, gorgeous photographer. "Perfect." Justin managed to blurt out, busying himself with changing his film. When he looked up again he almost dropped the camera. Casey had positioned herself on the corner of the bed, legs wrapped around the bedpost. She had removed the bra, and let her long dark hair fall over her perfectly formed breasts. "How about now?" she purred seductively. Enjoying for the first time the lust in a man's eyes, without feeling fat and mistaking it for disgust. When Justin was too amazed to reply, she pushed further. "Aren't you going to screw me?" She asked. This snapped Justin out of his trance. "What?"

"I said, aren't you going to shoot me?"

"Oh, sorry," Justin shook his head to clear it, "I'm hearing things. That's great, now if you'll just tilt your head back a little...." 

Casey obediently obliged, shaking her head as she did so, letting her hair fall free and exposing her breasts. "Oops," she said, placing her hands over them, "how clumsy of me."

"Oh god," Justin moaned, trying to discreetly rearrange his prominent bulge, "I'm sorry, usually I'm so professional about this."

"That's ok." Casey grinned, gently puling on her firm, pink nipples, feeling delicious sensations all through her body, "I'm usually very professional too, but right now I just want to have a little fun." She paused for a moment. "Come here." She beckoned. 

Justin crawled onto the bed behind her, and photographed Casey as she ran her hands over her ass, breasts and stomach. When she swung around and went to spread her legs he stopped her. "You don't have to do that, FHM doesn't publish nude shots." he confessed. "Don't you want a little something for your private collection?" Casey asked coyly, slipping the g-string off in a swift movement. She lay down on her back, completely naked, while Justin took the opportunity to take photo after photo as Casey fondled her own breasts, pinching her nipples and licking her fingers before rubbing them over her nipples. Justin had to stop briefly to release his cock from his tight jeans as Casey's hands travelled further south, spreading her smooth, shaven pussy lips apart and dipping her fingers into her moist pussy and rubbing them over her little clit. Justin changed position so that her could shoot the view between her legs and capture the look of ecstasy on her pretty face at the same time. Casey's eyes fluttered open and met Justin's over the camera. She smiled and blew him a kiss as the wonderful feeling increased and she was sent over the edge.

She bucked and convulsed on the bed as wave after wave of beautiful orgasm washed over her. Justin fought to operate the camera with one hand as he was using the other to stroke his huge cock, straining for action. This was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done. Most models found him attractive enough to flash their breasts for one precious picture, but never before had a girl, especially one this beautiful masturbated for his camera. Casey relaxed as the orgasm subsided, and Justin let the camera fall to the bed as he concentrated on his own pleasure. 

When he opened his eyes, Casey was kneeling before him, gently easing his hand off his dick. She handed him back his camera, before licking her lips and sliding his huge throbbing cock into her mouth. She had had a great many "misadventures" during her teenage years as a model, from which she had developed a talent for blowjobs. Justin groaned, struggling to keep balance and keep snapping pictures as her tongue snaked along his thick shaft, licking him deliciously, her soft lips drew his head into her mouth and she sucked gently, driving him wild, making him want more. But she was a tease, letting him slip from between her lips before sliding her mouth further down his cock, gently driving him down her throat before releasing him and teasing his trimmed balls with her warm, wet tongue. Then she would suck his balls into her mouth, roll them with her tongue while she stroked his slippery cock with both her hands. Then she would change, pulling his dick back into her eager mouth and suckling hard, moaning deep in her throat causing pleasurable yet interesting sensations, and soon she was too much.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned, barely able to keep taking photographs as the most amazing sensations were building up inside him. This was the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Never in his life had a girl made him feel this amazing. Her timing was perfect as well, right when he thought he couldn't hold it in she pulled her mouth away, and he came, shooting his hot cum all over her breasts. Always the artist, Justin captured every second on film, before collapsing forward in an exhausted heap. 

After a few moments of insistent prodding, Casey managed to get Justin to roll onto his back, and then proceeded to kiss and suck some life back into his limp member. Justin groaned sleepily, then his eyes snapped open as he felt Casey lowering herself onto him, and unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Unwilling to protest his exhaustion, Justin grabbed her hips as she began to ride him slowly. He raised his arm to take a few pictures, before he got a second wind, discarded the camera and in one smooth movement threw Casey onto her back and plunged himself into her tight, dripping pussy. Casey cried out in pleasure and surprise as he pounded her over and over, sending her into heaven and her second glorious orgasm of the afternoon. Feeling her pussy tighten around him, Justin struggled to keep from cumming himself. Eventually, he had to withdraw from her as the pleasure threatened to send him over the edge.

Casey scrambled onto all fours and faced away from him, beckoning as she did do. "Come on then, fuck me." She demanded. Not needing to be told twice, Justin kneeled up and rammed himself inside her once more. Casey screamed out as he thrusted deeper and deeper with every stroke. She leaned up and placed her hands on the headboard to help her push back into him. Harder and harder he fucked her, his balls slapping softly against her ass with each thrust. She cried out over and over, moaning loudly as his voice joined hers, grunting as he pounded his cock in and out of the pretty model.

He gave one last cry and pulled out, just in tome to again cum all over her, his seed dripping down her smooth soft ass and between her legs. He grabbed Casey around the waist and pulled her to him as he again collapsed on the bed. She shrieked and giggled, wriggling in his arms until she was facing him. She kissed him deeply, and as he began to drift into sleep she gently extracted herself from his arms. Casey left him on the bed as she cleaned up in the changeroom and dressed herself in her own clothes, wishing she had time to stay, maybe get Justin's phone number. For as well as finding him sexually attractive, she liked the guy, and wanted to get to know him better. Spying a pad of post-it notes she hurriedly scrawled her name and phone number. She crept back to where he lay sleeping and stuck it to the camera, hoping he would call her, knowing that he probably would, if only for a repeat performance. 

She dashed out of the warehouse in time to catch the last bus north. As she settled back down on the uncomfortable seat she smiled to herself. Of course he'll call.



The Camera



I start with a hot bath and pampering, preparing myself by shaving my legs, applying makeup, doing my hair, and listening to the photographer—who is on the other side of the door—explain his ideas for the upcoming shoot.  Tonight's project is a layout for a line of casual eveningwear. 

I change into the outfit in private; I'm modest and unfamiliar with this photographer.  I can hear him in the studio preparing the lighting and sets.  Tonight I'm wearing a calve-length DKNY floral-patterned dress that buttons in the front, accented with a beige belt.  The suede heels match the belt and will show my calves wonderfully.  Although there'll be no nudity, I know that feeling seductive helps make a better photo.  So underneath the dress I wear a tiny beige fishnet thong and a padded push-up bra (they always want cleavage) along with some accessories.  These items make me feel sensuous tonight—too sensuous.  The photos should be good, but I have to be careful. 

I enter the studio, and the photographer lavishes praise, obviously pleased with how I look.  All the photographers do this, but tonight I feel a warm tingle at his words.  Watch it, girl. 

He starts snapping shots while I stand looking off into the distance.  He talks throughout, easily and very pleasant.  He gives directions efficiently. 

"Place your foot here... at this angle...  Arm like so... good...  Tilt your head just a little... beautiful."

Flash, click, whirr.

I'm seated now, knees together, ankles crossed: a classic, chaste pose. 

Flash.

"Place your hands on the armrests and make a motion as if you're about to get out of the chair... good...  Bend your waist just a little more...  Yes, keep your legs in the same position... that's it...  Look over there... big smile or laugh... imagine you've seen someone dear to you, a lover perhaps...  Excellent!" 

Click.

"Same pose, but undo a button or two for a hint of cleavage." 

I undo two buttons, revealing a pendant hanging just above the start of my cleavage.  The photographer loves the look. 

"Very sexy!"

Whirr. 

"Bend a little more...  Let's see just a hint of your bra... very good...  That'll be a great shot." 

Still seated, I'm now asked to cross my legs and point my toes downward: another classic position.  The camera is very busy. 

"Would you like some wine?" 

The question is sudden but doesn't interrupt the shooting.  Despite inner warnings, I answer yes.  The wine quickly goes to my head; I ate lightly for dinner.  But I find that I loosen up, talking more, flirting with the lens. 

"These dresses are very versatile.  Let's undo some bottom buttons to show some leg.  The client loves the variety." 

My wineglass is refilled.  I'm very relaxed now.  I laugh throatily that if he wants leg, he gets leg. 

Each button I undo is met with a score of shots.  The flashes are making me warm.  The encouragement is unending.  I'm feeling really good; I think I look sexy.  Or do I mean I'm feeling very sexy; I think I look good?  I laugh inwardly at my confusion.  I notice that the shutter is clicking while I undo buttons.  Also, the lens seems to be concentrating on my thighs to the exclusion of all else.  But I continue flaunting myself, loving the attention from both camera and photographer. 

The shoot continues.  We talk, and I ask him, "I've never seen you before. Who do you usually shoot for?" 

"I do a lot of freelance for Playboy and Penthouse." 

I'm impressed and flustered at once.  I hear the shutter's clicks.  You've got to be good to get your photos into those magazines.  Yet I can't help but wonder how I'd compare.  I'm curious and excited about his work.  Where does he find the girls? How much does it pay?  Jesus, don't go there, girl! 

"It must be fun photographing all those beautiful women in the buff?" 

"I love it." 

The shoot proceeds smoothly.  Eventually I undo 5 or 6 bottom buttons—I lose count.  It's as high as I can go without revealing my panties.  I then remember that I'm wearing a thong; they're scant and not at all concealing.  I also remember my accessories.  Keep your guard up, girl. 

Still seated, the dress now hangs to the sides, showing an abundance of thigh.  The last button keeps my crotch concealed—barely.  Some of the shots have my knees separated.  I'm assured that with the shadows and touching up, nothing will be seen.  Poses for the modern woman, I'm told. 

I stand, placing my foot on the chair. 

"Terrific!" gushes the photographer. 

My exposed leg is filmed from a multitude of angles.  I feel the material covering my other thigh slide to the side. 

"Hold it like this." 

My hand takes and slowly pushes away the other side of the dress, totally revealing my legs. 

"You have got a great pair of stems!...  A big carefree laugh...  Alright!" 

Flash, click, whirr.

That shot will be suggestive but decent.  Hold fast, girl. 

But it's no use: I can't stop thinking about cameras, nakedness and those magazines.  I finally summon enough courage to ask my questions. 

"All sorts of girls want to pose for Playboy.  I've met many of them on shoots like this." 

He then tells me what he pays his models.  It's quite a bit. 

"That's a lot of money.  But am I good enough for Playboy?" 

The camera works throughout the conversation.  It stops now. 

He looks me in the eye.  "I think you'd be a sensation.  Your legs... well they leave me speechless...  But, and I'm being frank, your breasts are small.  Playboy has a stupid hang up about big breasts.  So, honestly?  You'd be better suited for Penthouse.  You do know that Penthouse is more risqué?" 

The shutter resumes its work.  I soak in the information.  After a while the shooting stops.  I remain standing, my thigh elevated and exposed.  I sip some more wine.  He breaks the silence. 

"So, are you game?" 

"For Penthouse?" 

"Yes, for Penthouse.  I have enough props that we could snap a test session right now." 

I say nothing and stare straight ahead, thinking.  I drink some more wine.  At last, I answer him by undoing the belt.  One by one, the remaining buttons are undone.  The dress slides off my shoulders.  I'm clad in heels, my meagre fishnet thong, and my bra.  A gold chain is around my waist—one of the accessories that I chose to wear.  His eyes drink me in.  He easily sees through the coarse fishnet material that I am waxed and utterly nude.  He recovers and turns professional. 

"Excellent!  Wax jobs are in.  Guys just love that look.  They want to see it all." 

Oddly, only now do I consider that if I go through with this, thousands of men will witness me in some very compromising positions.  Any doubts that I have dissipate.  I'm eager to begin. 

"The thong is great, leave it on for a while, along with the chain—very erotic!  But the bra should come off." 

I turn my back to him and undo the bra, releasing my breasts.  Attached to my nipples are some jewelled dangles, the last of my accessories.  When I put them on earlier, they were intended as stimulation for me, not as a photo prop.  I begin to take them off as I turn to face him.  He gasps but regains composure quickly. 

"Those are so racy!  They're perfect!  Definitely leave them on." 

The shooting starts by the side of a four-poster bed.  Coy and demure at first.  But the camera lights my senses; soon my poses are suggestive.  Still wearing my thong, my legs are apart for nearly every shot.  I position myself seductively against one of the posts.  The clicking encourages me, and I rub against the pole.  I'm in heat for the camera.  I'll do anything for the attention of the lens. 

Flash, click, whirr.

I climb onto the bed and pose on my hands and knees, leering at the lens, daring it to film me.  My ass attracts it.  The camera's effect is hypnotic and intoxicating, making me increasingly wanton.  No pose is too outrageous.  The photographer talks throughout. 

"Hold that pose...  Yes!...  Superb!...  That's it...  Show what you have...  Beautiful!" 

A non-stop barrage of juice-producing commentary.  And I'm loving it. 

"OK, let's have some shots without the thong, but leave the waist chain and nipple dangles on.  I really like their effect." 

I turn onto my back and lick my lips.  As I stare at the lens, I raise my ass to slide the waist string over my bum.  Once the thong passes my hips, I lower my buttocks.  Slowly, I bring my knees to my chest.  My panties slide along my thighs, past my knees and calves.  The camera feverishly tracks the descent of my thong.  I then realise that it's mesmerized by my body—the camera is under my spell.  

Free of my underwear, I open myself wide and expose my core: The lens drinks in every detail.  I shut my legs and squeeze my breasts, and the camera automatically chases.  With closed thighs and knees to my chest, I grasp the inside of my ankles and drag my hands up the insides of my calves and thighs, progressively widening my knees.  The lens is in hot pursuit, focussing once again on my slit.  I shut my legs again, teasing the camera. 

"Oh, that's really exceptional!... Now keep your knees to your chest... open your knees... wider... point your toes... knees a bit wider...  Oh! Delicious!" 

I hear the shutter: It's very close to my body, exploring every millimetre of my labia.  I'm so wet that I feel a rivulet run down my ass.  A part of me wonders if the camera recorded that little detail.  I hope so.  God, I hope so. 

"Use your right hand to play with your breasts...  Good!...  Use your left fingers to spread your lips...  Yes!...  Show everything inside...  Magnificent!...  Move your fingers a little higher... pull the hood gently up... we want to see your clitoris also...  Absolutely dazzling!...  Now we can see it all!" 

Flash, click, whirr. 

Oh yes, let's show it all.  I'm in total abandonment now.  I can't widen my lips enough to satisfy the camera or myself. 

"Wonderful stuff!...  Keep your left hand where it is...  Beautiful!...  OK, bring your right hand down...  Yes, underneath your leg...  Good...  Use your right middle finger...  Yes!...  Very hot!" 

I hope every delectable moment is caught on film. 

I ease my finger in.  The camera is getting it all, but the photographer stops talking.  Just the camera and me now.  My finger finally begins its leisurely outward journey.  I linger on the periphery, tease, and trace an outline of my circumference, drawing a bull's eye for the lens, guiding it to my opening.  

Flash. 

I penetrate myself again, this time with two fingers, easing them in and pulling downwards, stretching and widening my cavity.

Click. 

My fingers slide back out, and I try to finger-paint another languid picture for the film, but my fingers retreat quickly inside.  

Whirr. 

A rhythmic plunging movement takes over, gaining in speed and depth.  I give in to the urge and ardently work on myself with both hands, praying for the camera to capture it all.  Oh, yes.  I wish there were a dozen cameras to film me like this: naked, waxed, shameless, split open, pleasuring myself.  Yes... more cameras... worshipping me from every angle... my head is in a swirl... thoughts come fast now... a montage of sweet confusion... luscious disconnection... where's the camera?... ok, I hear it... my fingers are moving faster... jumbled images... my pelvis is in sync with my fingers... when did I start that?... can the camera capture this?... I hope so... it's wet... it's ripe... more cameras... it's itchy... it's... building... building... building... yes... it's here... here... the surge... surge... release... release... groaning... I hear groaning... is that me?... it must be... where's the camera?... I hear it... good. 

I collapse with my hands thrown above my head, smiling and laughing.  Victory is mine: several more dying clicks and the shutter stops.  The photographer places a robe over me and kisses my cheek.  He gives me a few minutes.  At last, softly, he says, "wow... that was phenomenal.  I'd like to shoot you again.  I'll call you next week to view the proofs."

*

Criticism, comments, and feedback are always welcomed 



The Camera



We get back to my place and we open that bottle of wine to get our blood flowing. I can't believe I agreed to this. I decided to slip into something a little more comfortable, I move past you, pressing up against your body, I reach down and grab your hard cock through your pants. You grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me deep; you pull away and say hurry up. I brought the camera out to you and stepped back into my bedroom. I wanted you to make sure you knew how to use the damn thing.

I watched you from my bedroom, you looked nervous as you took a couple of deep drinks looking at the camera. I don't see why you would be the nervous one. I asked you if you were ready, when you said yes, I told you to come on up to my room, that we can shoot there. Your voice was a little shaky, as if you had not been in a girl's bedroom before. You walked slowly up to my room.

I was wearing an amazingly hot teddy, black with long leather hooker boots. You had mentioned how you had never actually seen them on girl in them, and a black thong, again just for you. My breasts were busting out of this thing. Once you got your breathe back, you started snapping shots. I was laying on the bed now; you got a shot of me arching my back towards you, sliding a finger between my legs, and then one on my knees with a little naughty look on my face. You loved every minute of it, both of us with big cheesy grins on our faces. I've always wanted to do this; I just can't believe you got me to agree to it. 

You start telling me what to do, where to sit, how to look, you have me place my hands under my tits, sticking my tongue out like I'm going to lick my hard nipples. You are rock hard watching me; I can tell by the way you are walking almost trying to hide it. You walk over to push my hair back over my shoulders and I reach down and grab your hard cock again, it's almost too much for you. You have to pull away, almost dropping the camera. I see the look you are giving me, you know you want more, but you are trying to be the professional. 

But I need more from you, I tell you to take off your pants, it makes me hornier for the pictures, at least that is my excuse. It's always better when you're looking at a hard cock to want to play with yourself. I watched you pull them off showing me your boxers; you are standing there in front of me rock hard. You tell me to lie on my back and spread my legs for the camera, you stand over me getting nice face shots, then stand at the end of the bed, I slide my hand down and begin playing with myself through my panties. Once I touch myself you can't help but to start gently stroking yourself while still taking pictures. I watch you taking my picture, so turned on that your erect cock have come out of the hole in your boxers. Every time you move it points at me, almost aiming for my hot and wet pussy. 

Watching you looking at me, I slide my panties to the side and 2 fingers deep in my hole moaning as they slide deep in my wetness. I slide them back out and circle my hard clit. My left hand clinching the bed as I stare in your eyes. You almost drop the camera, but get back a hold of yourself once you stroke your cock for me a few more times. Watching you touch yourself, I circle faster and harder into me, unable to lie still anymore I arch my back and my first orgasm comes in a hard rush. Your camera still clicking pictures, I move my hand out of my little wet pussy and slide my hand up my body slowly, I stop at my nipples and tweak them for you, but move my fingers on up to my mouth. I take them all the way in tasting myself. Sliding them in and out as you slide your hand over your hard cock. You are still amazingly taking pictures of me the whole time. 

I move my hand back down to my panties, and slide them down around ankles and toss them at you. This is the last snap shot you take, once you see my little mound of hair come out for you, you drop the camera and your boxers. You walk over to me your cock sticking straight out; hard and ready to be pleased as it does its own pleasing. I pull you in close to me, as you tower over me. I grab at your ass and slide your cock deep in my mouth. When my warm mouth hits you, you moan and pull at my head aching for more. I slide you in and out, my tongue twisting around your head in my mouth; you ram my head with every motion. I slide my hand down to my little wet pussy again, and stick my fingers in deep. When I pull them out, you grab my hand and taste me. 

I grab you and pull you down to me; I turn around, sliding your head between my legs. You spread my lips and before I can tell you to take it slow, your face is deep in my little wet hole. Your tongue sliding in and out with your fingers circling my clit. I push you in deeper and harder, taking your cock faster but I'm unable to hold still, as my wetness is dripping, we roll around, now I'm on top of you both of us still deep in our duties. Till I'm unable to hold my second orgasm, I pull away from you and scream your name motioning my hips hard into your face as your tongue fucks me and your fingers now fucking my clit and my ass, I cum again. After tasting my juices you pull your face from me and turn around to kiss me. We kiss, my tongue not getting enough of my own juices. 

You roll me over and begin teasing me from behind. Licking what juices are left, reaching around and circling my clit again. Your tongue teases my ass and back to my wet hole, my hand moves down with yours circling my clit, you leave me to circle as you begin to tease my ass, now with your hard cock. Your tongue and hand circling my hole every once in awhile, my juices flowing, I can now feel my ass loosening. I'm relaxing, feeling your hard cock now spreading my tight and wet asshole. Circling my clit fast now and moaning as my hard clit aches and I need release again. You pound into me and I scream again. You reach around tweaking at my nipples, grabbing my breasts and using me as your long motion. Your stride hard and long, getting deep inside me. Slowly your huge cock in and out of me with every motion I moan, and you moan telling me how good I feel. Your cock still growing in me, harder and faster now rocking in and out of me, I take everything. You start fucking me hard, now pulling my head back; I grab on to the bed and motion my ass in the air.

I grab for anything. It feels so good. You are about to go. I flip over your hard cock covered in wetness; you squirt it on me while I circle my clit and release again. I pull you closer to me and catch drops on my face getting all of it in my hands. I rub it all over me as I rub your hard cock. 

You pick the camera up again, taking pictures of your load all over my breasts. Once you are done, I grab the camera from your hand, and say my turn.



The Camera



My wife arranges for a photo shoot of her nude body but things get carried away.

You arrive at the Hotel just around 7:00 p.m. The desk clerk checks your ID and takes the cash from you that your husband had given you for tonight. Room 213. Non-smoking with a King Size bed placed on the side of the shockingly large room. The bathroom is expansive as well with nice tile and an extra large shower with a removable shower head that appeared to be handicap friendly. 

This night was the culmination of two very long weeks built with anticipation.

For about six months now you have been on a naughty tear. Your husband had taken nude photographs of you before but not like this. The age of digital photography is here and with that - easy nude pictures that aren't the tiny Polaroid's of old. 

There have been pictures of you dressed up, dressed down, and dressed in nothing at all. The pleasure your husband gets from photographing you and being able to later view and please himself with the images of you dancing through his head is enough to make you eagerly pose nude for him again and again. But the real pleasure for you comes when you send a nude photo of your hour glass shaped, five foot two inch frame to your husband's best friend Ian. 

He appreciates the sexy images of you just as much if not more than your hubby. But you get the added bonus of return pictures from Ian - sexually revealing and sometimes downright pornographic images - that send chills through your spine and a burning, longing sensation between your milky thighs. 

You haven't been Miss innocent in your photos to Ian either. There have been the bent over shots, the lingerie shots, the "spread open" shots and even the occasional insertion photo. Both of you have gotten rewards from this new spice over the internet. In fact one night it even led to heavy petting with three people in the middle of the night. A night you wouldn't soon forget. 

Ah but your husband. What does he think about this? He supports you actually in every way with your sexcapades including willingly taking pictures of you he knows will be sent to his best friend for his sexual gratification - and his too. Hubby enjoys your beauty and has never ending love for you. The trust you two have in each other is impregnable. 

He also gets enjoyment from your enjoyment. That is your sexual enjoyment. Seeing you finger yourself after a feisty texting session with Ian sends him over the edge. Seeing Ian lick, eat and finger your silky smooth wound made him cum almost without even touching himself that time. This sent you over the edge knowing what pleasure you get translates to your husband. And then you also got the pleasure of his manhood after Ian has satisfied you with fingers and tongue. 

You love to see your husband happy which is why you are anxiously awaiting two more guests in room 213 of this hotel. Nervous thoughts race through your head. You're about to be photographed in the nude by a complete stranger. 

Two weeks ago the seed was planted when Ian mentioned he knows a photographer that will take nude photos of you that you can send to your husband for his enjoyment. He's obviously been the photographer and has always seen your sexy pictures first hand when taking the photos rather than being surprised in an email like Ian has enjoyed. That has led you to tonight's photography session. 

You left your hometown early to get here and your husband had to work late so he won't be here until late in the evening. All alone with a photographer without your husband for four hours. Not that it matters a whole lot since the photographer is a female. The fact that she's a female still hasn't soothed your nerves about posing naked with a stranger though. 

At 7:05, your trance is broken when you here a knock at the door. You walk over to open the door, take one last look at yourself in the mirror, and then unlock the door and open it to a pleasant surprise. Ian has tagged along with the photographer and asks you if it's ok if he stays to watch. You're more than willing to let him stay there just to have a familiar face in the room with you while you are naked in the presence of a stranger. You even joke that you just may have to use him as a prop. 

You have a sexy little number on with even sexier unmentionables on beneath the soft fabric. No need to change when Kimberly, the photographer, asks you if you're ready. She has her camera, a lighting system and a camcorder. 

Ian looks his ever dashing self as he sits in the corner and watches your lovely figure crawl up on the bed. You begin posing as the camera begins flashing. The photographer catches you from all angles as you twist and turn and gaze seductively into the camera. 

Then Kimberly suggests you show a little more skin. This is it. Your anxiety level rises as you ponder whether or not to actually show your body to a stranger. Ian can see the wheels turning in your mind. He walks up to you and takes your hand and offers a simple suggestion. "If you are nervous about getting naked in front of Kimberly, I'll move my chair up and you can pose for me while she takes the pictures. I've seen your gorgeous body before so you shouldn't be nervous in front of me."

You agree and wait until he pulls his chair close to the bed and sits down in front of you, the dress you have on is already hanging off of your shoulder. You scoot close to the edge of the bed where Ian is and you then turn around and get on all fours as your ass faces Ian. Kimberly is snapping away from behind Ian. The dress starts to ride up your backside a little as you arch your back and push your ass towards Ian. The very bottom of your soft bottom can just barely be seen - and photographed. 

You turn your head to look back as you slowly pull at your dress exposing more and more of you. Your lace panties are being fully exposed for the camera as you then turn around and sit with your knees to your side but facing the camera. Your feet and calves are being photographed when you pull the dress up exposing your thighs. You shift so that you are sitting facing the camera with your knees pulled to your chest. The bottom of the dress is obviously resting on the bed exposing your ass and just a bit of your panties again. 

A shot of adrenaline goes through you as you slowly part your legs showing all of your panty covered joy to the camera now. You then stretch each leg forward until each foot is resting on each of Ian's knees. You then lay back and start extending your pelvis in the air balancing on Ian's knees the whole while your dress slides up your torso until it rests at your breasts. You then get up on your knees and seductively take your dress off. The photographer gets you from all angles. 

Kimberly then asks if you want to now take off the lingerie for pictures. Being as worked up as you are you don't miss a beat as you pull down the straps of your bra and begin caressing each breast. You unhook your bra and slowly look up at Ian as you take your bra completely off. You take a breast in each hand and start teasing your nipples until they are hard as hard as what Ian's cock appeared to be. 

You then slide a hand down your panties and discover you are already wet. So much so that your lace panties now have a wet spot right where your pussy is. Your fingers are quickly lubricated by your moistness and a small moan escapes your lips. The camera catches all of your erotic lustful looks as you continue to please yourself. 

It must be time to become completely naked because you slide your panties off without thinking about it. You throw the panties at Ian and he of course takes them and rubs them across his cheek and nose. 

You go right back to playing with your silky wet lips as your fingers are now beginning to glisten. You open your eyes to see that Ian has pushed his shorts down and is very rapidly pleasing himself obviously enjoying your show. You each just masturbate while watching each other's hands roam and play. 

Then you stop all of a sudden and look over at Kimberly and ask her if she would mind taking some more risqué shots tonight? She replies that she'll be a fly on the wall. She then proceeds to set up the camcorder as neither he nor you pay attention. The camcorder was at my husband's request in case "something" happened. 

You get off the bed and start to lazily dance around Ian's chair all the while touching his arm, head and back. Winding up with your back facing him you slightly spread your legs and press your ass towards his lap ending up sitting on one of his knees. You reach up over your behind you to wrap your arms around his neck as he tries to kiss your neck and ear. All the while the camera keeps clicking. 

Then you turn around and get on your knees facing him and begin rubbing his legs. He takes his shorts all the way off and you now have easy access. After rubbing his legs and inner thighs for long enough to make him stand at attention, you reach up and slowly grasp his manhood making your hands appear as if they were a child's. 

The camera keeps clicking away as you slowly start moving your hand all the way up and all the way down. You stop occasionally to turn and show the camera the lust on your face. Your husband loves that look and you know it. 

You then move closer to his nice cock and notice the cum building up on the tip of him. You look straight into the camera as you seductively reach out to him with your tongue and lick him from the base of his cock all the way up to clean off the precum with your mouth as you look at him in the eyes. 

His cock barely fits into your mouth as you start sucking his shaft and letting him fill and feel your hot mouth. He starts to tense up in your mouth as his dick flexes uncontrollably on your tongue. He starts to buck his hips into your mouth getting ready to explode with an orgasm. 

You quickly crawl up on the bed on all fours and motion for him to come closer to your ass. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you notice the tingles in your pussy. He's blowing softly on your private area. You then throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel his tongue jet straight inside of you. Then he uses his thumb to rub your clit as he slowly makes love to your pussy using his tongue. Your smooth shaven lips look awesome on camera wrapped around and sucking his tongue deeper into you. 

Then you feel one of his fingers, or maybe two, delve deep inside of you reaching your Gspot. Your hips begin rocking towards his fingers as the deep moans start to come from within. Once he reaches around and squeezes one of your nipples while he finger fucks you, ecstasy takes over. You begin forcefully fucking his fingers as your orgasm completely washes over you and drenches his hand with your love potion. 

Without hesitation, he withdraws his fingers and climbs up on top of your back with his prick pressing into the crack of your ass. You instinctively raise your hips off the bed to meet his faux thrust and reach behind you to spread both of your ass cheeks so the camera has a better view of Ian's fat cock entering your tight pink pussy. 

The only thing you can do is yell at Ian instructing him to fuck you deeper and harder and faster. Another orgasm raises your vocals even more and the camera keeps clicking. Ian really starts to thrust his thickness deep into your clean shaven pussy. You feel his cock start to convulse inside your pussy because it's stretched to the max. He starts to shoot his semen deep inside you as yet another orgasm of yours squeezes and sucks his cock dry. He then flips you over on your back so the camera can capture your blushed face, red nipples from Ian's pinching, and your wide open pussy containing the love mixture of yours and his. 

Kimberly tells you both she needs a smoke and leaves the room as you both move towards the bathroom to explore the oversized shower. Your husband is definitely going to be surprised when he sees these pictures!



The Camera



In the mid-nineties, on a foggy winter morning I along with my wife arrived at Amritsar. We wanted to visit the Golden Temple and Wagah border gate closing ceremony. I was working in Indian Air Force and was moving on transfer from my place of posting at Srinagar. Before joining in my next place of posting at Air Force station, Bagdogra, we had decided to visit the Golden Temple.

Upon reaching Amritsar, we directly went to the Golden Temple. There were free lodge and board facilities. The temple authorities, upon my request, issued us a room within the temple premises for our stay at Guru Ramdas Niwas, behind the temple. The temple langar (Food outlet run by volunteers) provided free food to all devotees.

When we started to visit various parts of the temple, we realized that we could have some photographs of us taken by a professional photographer as souvenir. Later, we could share those photos to our friends, relatives and we could keep in our album to cherish the memories of our visit to the temple. So we went out of the temple premises to search for a photography studio. Fortunately, we could locate a studio nearby where I happened to see the peculiar billboard.

The small billboard was displayed behind the seat of the photo shop owner which showed a figure 444-166-276-2. This was similar to a test cricket bowling statistics. In cricket a bowling figure is described in numbers with dashes in a typical order viz., Number of over's bowled - Maiden over's – Runs conceded by the bowler – Number of wickets taken by him.

On a closer scrutiny I realized that this could not be a cricket match bowling figure! Being a cricket buff, I knew that in the tests played till date, the record of the highest number of over's bowled in a test was held by Ramadhin (98 over's) of West Indies in the Birmingham Test against MCC (England) in 1957.

However suddenly my sixth sense alerted me as I realized that my wife would not appreciate any outburst on cricket statistics in a photography studio and my enthusiastic discussion on cricket with the shop owner at this juncture would inevitably invite an impromptu vitriolic remark from her. That would certainly spoil my mood immediately. So I decided to refrain from making any further inquiry on the figure keeping my curiosity under the wrap till the time was right to inquire about it.

I asked the gentleman to depute a photographer to shoot some photographs in the permitted areas of Golden Temple. The middle aged owner smiled and told us, "I myself would have happily shoot photos for you, but my assistant has gone to his village and being alone in the shop, I am not able to leave the shop." 

He then looked at our disappointed faces and with a twinkle of smile in the corner of his lips and eyes he said, "But there is one thing that we can do."

I looked at him with interest. He further added, "I can give you a hotshot camera on loan. You have to buy only the film roll. And, I am sure you would be visiting Atari border too? Once you are visiting Attari border, you could leisurely exhaust the roll and bring back the camera to me. I would remove the roll and take back the camera. You can get the photos developed at your place later. How does the idea sound?"

This was really a good solution. For a fraction of the cost, we could now take a lot of photographs. My wife gave a nod of approval and I immediately agreed. I proceeded to pay him Rs. 95 for the roll. He took the money and brought out a brand new hotshot fixed focus camera from the show case, unpacked it, put on the roll inside the camera and handed over me the camera. The price tag of the camera showed that it was priced at Rs.700. We left the shop with the camera.

That day we unhurriedly visited various parts of the temple and took photographs wherever photography was allowed. We visited Amrit Sarovar, Harmandir Saheb, Akal Takht and the museum. Our plan was to visit local places of interest in the forenoon the next day followed by India Pakistan border at Attari in the afternoon. 

Throughout that day I felt an itch in my mind, there was something wrong, a feeling of some unfinished task. I knew something was pending. However I was not able to pinpoint the task and ultimately I gave up recollecting it. 

The next day we visited Ram Tirath, Mata temple, Jallianwala bag and proceeded to Attari border in a shared taxi in the afternoon. Lot of enthusiastic visitors attended the ceremony and after witnessing the border closing ceremony, we started back for Amritsar. 

When we were about to get down the taxi, suddenly I looked at the camera in my wife's hand and the realization came! The photography studio owner had not taken any caution deposit against the camera! We could just leave Amritsar without visiting his shop and he could do nothing. I concluded that this man was a fool to have trusted an unknown couple and gave us the camera without any security deposit. But I was not like others; I would certainly go back and return him the camera.

I told my wife that, instead of going to our room we would first go to the studio and hand over the camera. She agreed and we started to walk to the studio. The shop was open and the fellow was sitting alone. It appeared that his assistant had not returned from his village. 

I told him, "Sir, we have taken photographs. It was indeed very nice of you to have lent the camera without any deposit. Now may I request you to kindly take back your camera.''

The man smiled at us and silently proceeded to remove the roll from the camera. 

Then I asked him, "Sir, the statistics in the billboard is surely not a test bowling figure, is not it? 

"No, it is not," he replied.

I said, "If I am correct, Ramadhin could bowl only 98 over's and that record still stands as the maximum number of over's bowled by a bowler in a test match innings".

By this time the shop owner had already removed the roll. He spoke nothing but smiled. Suddenly I felt the price of the camera was within our budget. In a low voice I discussed with my wife if we could buy this camera. She too liked it when she gave a consensual nod, I asked the owner, "How much the camera would cost"?

In a pleasant voice he replied, "I would charge you five hundred Rupees." 

My wife agreed. I informed him of our decision to purchase the camera and I proceeded to pay him. The shop owner now took out a marker and modified the statistics as 445-166-277-2. Now I was perplexed and to get to the truth I bluntly asked him to explain the statistics. He again smiled and started talking, "This shop was opened by my father in 1982 during Delhi Asian Games. Till date we have lent 445 cameras to the unknown visitors of the temple without any security deposit. 166 persons duly returned the cameras after using them. 277 persons subsequently bought the camera on the conclusion of their visit. When you bought this camera, one number has just now been added to the first and the third figure.

When he missed to explain the last figure, I became impatient and asked him, "What about the last figure 2"?

"All but the two cameras that were taken by visitors on loan, without submission of any caution deposit, were duly returned. In fact 277 persons bought the cameras later like you did. These are the two cameras, which were taken by two families during the first week of the month of June in 1984. Those cameras were never returned," he replied calmly.

Prior to my visit I had read about the Golden Temple. It took me a few moments to co-relate his statement and realize the implication. Now he slowly took out two medium sized candles from his drawer, pointed us to the candle stand which was kept near a portrait of Sikh Guru Nanak and gestured us to light the candles.

I calmly went to my wife and asked her to accompany me. As we lighted the two candles, my perplexed wife asked me in a whispering voice, "What actually happened in the first week of June '84?"

In a hushed tone I replied, "Operation Blue Star."

My wife suddenly shivered and became stiff. Without uttering any word we lighted the candles, I returned the shop owner his match box, shook his hand and silently started to leave the shop with our newly acquired camera. With a sad smile he raised his hand to bid us goodbye.



The Camera and the Saloon



"...it's been a hell of a week so a some of us are having a few Friday night drinks to unwind after work. I'll be home later, ok honey?"

"Sure, babe. I'll see you when you get home. Love you, Georgia."

"I love you too, Colin."

It was after 6:00 PM when Colin got off the bus and made it through the front door of his house. Cold rain was just starting to fall and he was glad to make it inside - not that there was anything in particular special about home, but at least it was the weekend and it was warm and...safe. Another week over, but somehow even less exciting than the week before. He went through the usual routine of taking off his shoes and leaving them on in the special place at the foot of the stairs, hung his jacket on the rack and went to the fridge to find some leftovers and a beer. A relaxing night in waiting for his wife to come home.

***

After his second beer, he went upstairs to lie down and relax, to read a book in bed. On the floor next to the bed he saw his wife's panties, lying where she'd thrown them off that morning before getting into the shower. Funny, they shared the bathroom without too many sparks now: her naked and soaping up, him shaving and combing his hair. It wasn't that long ago that she'd only have to unbutton her shirt and he'd be upright, ready to rip the rest of her clothes off and bend her over, or she'd be cheeky and slide down between his legs while he brushed his teeth and give him a warm wet blowjob before breakfast.

Now it was all routine.

Except...except for a few months ago, when he'd bought a decent digital camera, and she'd put on her black G-string and thigh-high stockings with the little frills on top, her tight blue work skirt and white shirt but left the top two buttons undone, and he took one picture, and they laughed.

Then he'd reached out and pulled her top open a little more, so her black bra showed, and he took another picture.

"Stop it, Colin - really, I haven't even done my hair. What if someone sees these?"

But she was smiling, and not a happy smile. A nasty, naughty little smile, with her eyes looking up from under her hair and lashes.

"Squat down with your knees apart, Georgia", he'd said.

And she did, and he took another picture. Click.

"Right, pull your skirt up so we can see the tops of your thighs...that's it...good."

Click.

Take your top off...click...ok, on the bed...click...lie back, legs apart...click...good girl. 

They'd taken a dozen pictures by the time he got around to her best assets. She had small firm tits and - though her thick nipples were always erect - it was when she bent over and...god, he was getting hard thinking about it. The arse that everyone pretended to ignore but took a look when they thought he wasn't watching.

"We should put them online," Colin said.

She didn't even pretend to argue - just waited anxiously as the pictures uploaded one by one onto the amateur wives and girlfriends picture site, stood there in her g-string, Colin getting harder and harder and then...

The first comments started being left by guys looking for someone else's wife to jerk off over.

...that's the most amazing arse I've seen...what a great cunt, would love to sink deep...what an inviting rear, dedicating my first wank to you...OH MY GOD YOU SEXY BITCH WOULD LOVE TO FUCK YOU AND BLOW ON YOUR CHEEKS...

"Georgia, all these guys are wanking over you..."

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard."

That shocked him...but then she'd stood in front of him and pulled her wet panties to the side, straddled him as he sat on the chair so she could watch as comment after comment was left for her, and slid her soaking cunt onto his rock hard cock. 

"God, Georgia, you're so wet!", he'd said.

"I told you to fucking shut up, you prick. I...hate...you," she'd growled and rocked back and forth, up and down on his cock, fucked him so hard while she watched guys comment and tell her what a dirty little bitch she looked like, that when he came he blew load after load inside her until his balls ached. They fell off the chair and slept on the floor, covered in their own cum and juice. And they never spoke about it again.

That was ages ago. Life had returned to normal.

He turned on the computer and logged into the amateur wife picture site. Nine hundred comments. Nine hundred satisfied men, teenagers, old farts, guys pretending to finish reports while they wanked to Georgia. And as Colin looked at the pictures, got to the one with her butt cheeks right in the camera, g-string around her ankles, he got his hard dick out and unloaded, too.

***

11:00 PM

"Hi, honey, just ringing to see what time you'll be home...I'm feeling horny, babe..."

"Soon," giggle, "I'll be home soon and I promise I'll give you a proper little...mmm...ok, I'll be home soon, ok, Colin?"

The phone went quiet.

Colin had a strange feeling in his gut. Georgia had sounded...strange. He had a fair idea which bar they'd be at, it wouldn't take long to get there in the car.

***

It was still raining as Colin drove through the city. The streets were empty, not many people braved the weather for partying in this town. He parked a block away from The Saloon, a tacky western themed bar up a little street where most of Georgia's workmates would go to have a drink.

He scurried through the rain toward the bar. The external lights were off, there was no sign out front. Closed. He could see that a light was shining from a window near the rear of the building. He ran up and stood there, in the rain, looking through the window into the closed bar - and didn't know what to think. 

He could see a single pool table in the room, with a light shining overhead. Colin could make out four men - he recognised one as Matt, Georgia's boss, and the new kid at her work, barely old enough to drink. The two other guys he didn't recognise.

They'd formed a straight line along the pool table. Georgia faced them, her shirt was open, her tits out over the top of her bra. Even from here he could see those thick dark nipples. She pointed at the kid and beckoned him. Her boss clapped him on the back and the other two started cheering as he sucked on her tits.

She had that smile, that nasty, naughty little smile, and she slid her hands down and pulled up her skirt. She had no panties on.

Colin felt angry. He wanted to burst in and stop what was happening - but he didn't. Instead, his cock was standing to attention and his balls ached. He was fixed in the spot, watching his wife being ogled and having her tits sucked.

He could see the other three undo their zippers and flop out their erect dicks. Matt pulled the younger lad aside. Colin couldn't hear what was being said, but he saw Georgia turn around and bend herself over the pool table as Matt positioned himself behind her. She put one hand on her butt and with the other she reached out and beckoned to the other lad again - she was close enough to one end of the table that, when he came closer, she grabbed the front of his jeans and unzipped him.

Colin watched as Matt took his old, grey-pubed cock and finally slammed into his wife. She pulled the lad closer and jerked him off, touching the tip of his young cock with her tongue as her dirty old boss fucked her over the pool table. The other two had already taken up position, one behind the kid and one behind Matt, waiting for their turn.

Matt wasn't gentle. He withdrew completely and slammed his dick back into her cunt, hard and long strokes. The kid she was blowing lasted all of thirty seconds before stream after stream of his hot cum landed over her face and hair - then he was pulled aside and the next guy had his turn.

Matt finally came, with one last push that shifted the pool table, he grabbed her wide hips and held her, he was obviously blowing deep and even from out in the rain, Colin could hear him shouting:

"Yeah, yeah you fucking little bitch, I've been waiting for this for a long time!"

Guy number two finally unloaded on Gerogia's face as Matt slid his cock out of her. 

The last guy took position behind her - his dick was long, but not very thick. He wasted no time and didn't care about fucking in someone else's seconds. He was even rougher than Matt, grabbing her cum covered hair and pulling her head so hard it made her back arch. He didn't release, held her in that position as he fucked her hard and fast, like a dirty animal.

Colin watched as he withdrew his cock and rested it in her butt crack, shooting his load up her back and covering her brown rose bud.

It was over, and Colin had never been harder.

He started walking back to his car, dazed, confused. He knew he should be angry, but...he was looking forward to his share of the dirty little slut when she got home. He smiled.

He rang her from the car.

"Hi, Honey - will you be home soon?"

"Yes, Colin, I'm just leaving now - and I'm going to give you the ride of your life!"

"I bet you are, baby, I bet you are." 



The Camera Clicked



Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her own son. She glanced over the photographic record of her drunken night last night, when she bought home the random guy from the bar to satisfy her urges. Ones with his hands all over her chest, ones with her kneeling in front of him with his hands on the back of her head as she gave him oral, and ones of her on all fours being shafted like an animal.

"What the bloody hell are these?" She demanded. John was smiling as he answered;

"When you brought that bloke back last night you were so smashed you didn't know what was going on." He paused, "You even tried it on with me." Suddenly Kate had murky flashbacks of her stumbling into the house she shared only with her son while being held up by this mystery man. Remembering seeing her son on that night she shook her head as she realised how she'd said hello to him by walking straight up to him and kissing him on the lips before pulling away and grinning. After that she lead the stranger upstairs to her room, on the way up he lifted the short but loose red skirt she wore and placed a full open palm on her ass cheek giving it a good squeeze. John had stood in mild shock for a few moments before following them upstairs. He was just in time to see them disappear into his mom's room and to hear her giggling like a child. He stood with ears by the door listening to the airy silence of the hallway being broken every so often by an excited yelp from his mother, full of energy.

A gust of wind blew through the house which pushed the old door to Kate's bedroom off of its loose latch. John stepped back in alarm, worried he would be seen as he listened in. Tuning his ears back into the giggling of his excited mother he found it was now replaced by slow breathing with less occasional bursts of delight. Taking a deep breath to find some bravery within himself, he took a step forward and peered through the gap in the door. John's eyes widened, unable to blink. He watched his mother straddling this man, his shirt already off. She smiled as she licked her red lipstick covered lips. The man started moving his hands over her thighs, riding up her dress pushing it toward her waist. Kate dragged her nails across his bare chest as she felt the warm air of the room stroke the tops of her legs. John felt himself becoming more and more interested the further Kate's dress rode up her body. Finally he caught a glimpse of her black lace panties and the subtle grinding motion she was performing against the bulge in the jeans of the man.

John looked at the floor for a moment while a thought crept into his mind. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his t-shirt, he stepped carefully down the hallway to his own room and hastily rummaged under his bed. He searched frantically, imagining what he might be missing in the other room. He stretched his arm as far as it could go and finally his fingers brushed a piece of smooth and heavy plastic. John felt a round barrel protruding from the object and knew it was what he as looking for. After pulling it out he looked over the expensive digital camera he'd kept unused in his room for over a year. The thin wall between his and his mother's room allowed him to hear the giggles. A little more rummaging in his draws and he found four double-A batteries to put in the camera and he was ready to go.

Carefully creeping back to his mother's room, John adjusted one or two of the settings on the camera so that the meagre light of the lamp would be enough to illuminate the affair. As he peered back around the doorframe he spotted his mom's red dress and top on the floor, crumpled as though they had been tossed off without care. Following the line of clothes he saw his mother still straddling the man now only wearing her lacy black underwear. Even though she faced away from him he studied her firm and voluptuous breasts, close to spilling out of the bra. He could tell even though he could only see them from the rear. The man had no jeans on either now, and was boldly sporting a huge erection, tent-poling in his underwear. Kate was grinding against the shaft through the material of his boxers as he reached and put his hands over her slender torso, helping control the rhythm of her movements. She brushed her hands over her neck and cheeks and ran her fingers through her dark brown silk hair which she lift above her head, whimpering and breathing heavily.

John swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and decided now was the time to take advantage. He raised the camera and looked through the viewfinder. He remembered thinking how this looked like an actual porno the way it was framed through the camera's view. The camera clicked as the first photo was stored. He got the outline against the single light of the lamp of his mother's body and breasts, arching her back a little as her excitement grew. The lampshade gave the image a nice warm glow. It could almost be romantic if John didn't know he was photographing his mother in a drunken mess acting like a whore.

John clicked again, this time she was in the middle of unclasping her bar, the man's hands still exploring her curvy sides. Looking again at them with his own eyes he watch as the bra was unhooked from the back and it fell off her shoulders. The man cupped her breasts firmly, massaging them with his hands. John quickly switched back to the camera. He clicked again trying to find the curves and soft lines of her bare back in the amber glow of the lamp. He took another picture noticing his mother's hand now fondling with the man's dick. He could not see what was going on between her thighs as she straddled him but could see on the man's face that she was pleasuring him. By now John didn't bother looking outside of the viewfinder, he was getting the whole story recorded of his mother's sultriness through static images. After more pictures of rubbing and grinding she was suddenly off the bed, and in the next photo the man sat on the edge of the mattress facing her. Another photo and his boxers were off. Kate was kneeling in front of him with his now hard penis in her hand. A few images with nothing happening, maybe she was talking to him, John had stopped listening. All he saw were the still images of her looking up at him smiling showing white teeth and full red lips. The next image showed her with the head of his cock in her mouth, then engulfing the whole thing, buried in her mouth balls deep. Another of her tongue outstretched tasting his shaft, then the next few at different lengths of his dick in her mouth again. In a few pictures John noticed his mother's cheeks closing in on themselves where she was sucking on the penis.

The drunk pair jumped from one photo to the next, from the guy getting head to her lying on the bed and him being in the middle of pulling down her underwear. They must have been really horny because within another few clicks of the camera Kate was on her front with her ass in the air and breasts pushed against the mattress, and next saw her with legs pushed apart by the guy who was positioning behind her. The moment he pushed the capture button again he heard a yelp of excitement from his mother. He raised his eyes from the viewfinder to watch the man give the first hard thrust. He was briefly reminded that he really was spying on his voluptuous mother, not just a series of image he could distance himself from. He was again aware of the sounds of the moment, mainly her heavy erotic breaths and the dry slaps of the man's hips against her ass. He assessed the situation again before returning to the viewfinder.

Kate gave long moans as she took each thrust, now on all fours. John remained snap happy, so many photo clicks happening. It was hard to appreciate the aggression and energy in the room simply through the still images, except for the expressions on their faces. Sweat was making Kate's eye liner run, and her mouth was constantly open taking in the hot air. Each time she inhaled it was almost like a squeal. He noticed the man for the first time gave a few grunts. John knew he didn't have much time. One photo showed the man with his hands just above her ass around her waist, along with a loud slap where he had done it so aggressively. John realised what was happening when the next few photos all appeared the same, the guy buried balls deep in his mom's pussy, all the noises of slaps and breathing now silent. John raised his head to look with his own eyes again.

"No, not yet!" Kate pleaded. The man gave a long slow grunt while pulling her hips hard towards him. John got one more photo in, close up on his mother's angry and frustrated face. He urgently tip toed back to his room and shut the door, immediately firing up his computer. He was just plugging in the digital camera with a cable when he heard his mother in the next room;

"Urgh! Couldn't you last any longer?"

"Shut up you dog." Came an angry reply.

"Just leave." Demanded Kate. John heard two heavy steps then an ungodly smack, like hitting meat with something flat. His mother screamed. He then heard the same heavy steps going down the house's creaky steps, and finally the door open and close. John had always had a mild contempt for women, even his own mother, so wasn't too concerned that she may have just been hit by some asshole. In fact all the while he had been listening he had been making a file to store his new pictures on his hard drive. He dragged and dropped all of them, 58 in total.

He then heard a low sobbing through the wall from his mother's room. He questioned what he had done, exploiting the situation, and letting his mom get taken advantage of in her state. 'Fuck it' he thought. He was too busy opening the first photo and clicking to the next one in quick succession, proud of his new pornographic flip-book.

John awoke to find himself already sweating. He pulled himself out of bed and looked out the window into the back garden. It was so bright he had to squint, the sun bouncing off the whitening grass into his gaze. He could hear the noise of a lawnmower maybe a few houses away, and kids playing on the street at the front of the house, this being the summer break from school. John stretched and scratched his arms, noticing his camera plugged into his computer and only then remembering what he'd done last night. He turned on the computer again and went through several directories to the very well hidden folder he'd made. He had a very quick glance over them but they didn't make him very aroused, or at least not as excited as he'd been last night. He threw on a t-shirt and some boxers and made his way downstairs, still rubbing his face trying to wake up.

Meanwhile Kate was downstairs in the kitchen scrubbing out the sink. She had been going over what had happened last night, her thigh red from the parting slap her one night stand had given her for questioning his manhood. She was trying to take her mind off of it by cleaning, take her mind off the soreness and the memory. Ashamedly she knew that John must have heard most of what had happened, and although she could not remember arriving home she prayed that he didn't see how drunk she was, or the pig of a man who she took into her bed. She expected breakfast to be awkward but hopefully forgotten about. Kate had always put John in his place, asserting the authority she had as a parent. Things like telling him to tidy his room, do the dishes and what time he should go to bed. Once he came home later than he said he would so she made him clean the whole house. John resented her for stunts like that. John was growing older now though.

Her shame wasn't helped by her throbbing headache from whatever she had drunk last night. She was just loading her dirty sheets into the washing machine when she heard John coming down the stairs. Kate took a deep breath knowing she was about to face her son, probably with the knowledge of what she had done.

"Morning." John stated as he entered. Kate avoided eye contact, pretending to be more busy with the washing than she really was. John reached above the fridge for a box of cereal, and took milk from inside before sitting down at the breakfast bar facing his mother who had her back to him. He surveyed the dressing gown which hung loosely down her back and captured her shapely round ass beautifully.

"How was your night?" He enquired. Kate took a few moments before answering;

"Alright I suppose." John took a couple of spoonfuls of cereal during the silence, the occasional crunch of corn flakes the only noise to break the atmosphere.

"What time did you get in?" John toyed with his mother. She stopped handling the washing and looked down to the bottom of the garden for what they both felt was a long time, although John had a slightest smirk throughout.

"Look John," she began, still avoiding eye contact, "I did something really silly last night..."

"What Mom?" He interrupted. She took another long breath.

"I'm sure you heard something last night."

"No, nothing. What happened?" His smugness ws a sign of his enjoyment of this new found power.

"I didn't wake you up when I got home?" she said trying to give little away.

"No, I was out of it." He quickly replied. Kate finally turned around to face her son. She sat opposite him while tightening her gown for fear of it falling open.

"Well, I think I was a bit loud when I came in, so thought I might have woken you up"

"Do you remember coming in?" John asked, still smiling.

"No, actually." Kate confessed.

John finished up his breakfast and placed his bowl on the side counter. Kate, now feeling more confident she managed to hide her one night stand from her son, insisted,

"Wash that up please John." John sighed and paused for a moment before approaching the sink to clean to bowl. As he was doing it Kate suddenly felt a feeling of normality again.

"I want to you tidy your room as well today," she continued, "and if you wash my car you won't have to cook dinner tonight." John was again resentful of the demands made by his mother. He went back up to his room, leaving her with a mild sense of relief and victory.

As John entered his room he gave it a quick look over. To be fair it was a total mess, but he wasn't planning on tidying it any time soon. He sat on his computer, looking over the pornographic message board he frequented for any new videos he might want to leech. There wasn't much new. He searched for archives of his favourite porn stars. He liked older, busty women. It was just his thing. Finally after half an hour or so he opened the folder of photos he took last night. He wasn't so interested in the explicitness of the photos at this moment, but more the looks on his mother's face as she was servicing this guy. He loved the ones of her looking frustrated, and ones of her sucking cock while he held her head tight. It was a turn on the see her demeaned in such a way when usually he only sees her as an authority figure putting demands on him. He decided this submissive side may be something to find out more about. He renamed the folder 'Some bitch'.

Soon Kate knocked on his door and entered. John barely closed the folder in time. He turned to her without getting up.

"What?" he asked angrily. Kate demanded to know why he hadn't started cleaning his room yet.

"I'll do it later." He grunted. Kate informed him that if it wasn't done within the next hour he'd be grounded. She left without giving him chance to reply.

John, now with ideas swimming around his head like shadows in water, opened up the 'Some bitch' folder once again and began selecting the more choice photos from the 58. He printed off about 6 or 7, generally the more humiliating ones like the guy's hands on her body and her make up running down her face. As soon as they were done he went downstairs to find her.

John entered the kitchen, walking tall trying to make himself imposing.

"Mom..." he began, "about last night, I did see you come in with that guy." Kate's mouth parted a little with shock, directing her eyes to the floor.

"All I want today is you to be nice to me, like I don't want to tidy my room and I don't want to wash the car." Kate went through her own thoughts for a moment and then decided to take a stand;

"Look, just because you saw me make that mistake doesn't mean you don't have chores and responsibilities." She stated sternly.

"I heard you have sex!" John retorted.

"That doesn't matter!" Kate argued.

"I'm not cleaning my room or doing any of that shit!" John became more frustrated.

"Don't you dare swear at me young man! You're doing your chores!"

"Fine, look at these then!" John pulled out the printed photos from the rim of his trousers and handed them to his mother. 

Kate took the photos from John, flicking through them in cold horror as it struck her these were taken by her own son. She glanced over the photographic record of her drunken night.

"What the bloody hell are these?" She demanded. John explained exactly what had happened in great detail. After this he continued;

"All I want you to do is be nice to me, because you know, I have these. So I'm not doing chores." Kate began ripping up the photos, at which point John told her he had them all on his computer, an on a disc hidden somewhere in case she took the computer away. Kate sat thinking for a while, her head in her hands in frustration and still nursing her hangover.

"Fine, don't do any chores today. We'll talk about this later." John simply grinned and ran back upstairs. He could not believe how easy that was, to gain power over his mother so quickly. He felt so proud of himself, negotiating his day off like this, and having some small power over his mother.

John decided it being such a nice day he would take in the sun in the garden. He walked through the kitchen on the way to the garden but Kate decided not to acknowledge him. John sat out in the garden on the lounger just in his boxers. He must have been out there for about half an hour and decided he was getting thirsty. He called out for him mom, who walked down the garden to greet him. Kate had now changed into jeans and a pink t-shirt which complimented her curves and bust very well.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Can you get me a drink?" He asked.

"Get it yourself!" She said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Go on."

"No!" Kate stated.

"Mom," John said in a way to grab her attention, "I still have all those photos of you last night. I have hundreds." Kate listened intently, "I think you've been really mean to me the past year since Dad left, so now I think you should do a few things for me."

"Or what?" Kate didn't have to ask, she knew what.

"I'll send those photos out to everyone you know. Your office, your friends, even humiliate you to Dad. Show him what a whore you are now." John explained in the heat of the sun.

"John," Kate said, "Think about what you're saying. You're blackmailing your own Mom."

"I know. I just want you to listen to me from now on, and this is the way I can do it." Kate put her head in her hands and sniffed as she began to cry.

"It's ok," John continued, "So long as you do what I say no one you know will ever see those pictures. No one will ever know what a filthy whore you are" Kate thought for a while before replying with a very simple, "ok."

John was over the moon, he had potentially gotten out of chores and having to do anything ever again. His first request was that his mother go inside and get him a drink. Taking to her new role of maid straight away, she asked what he'd like and went straight inside to make it. John stretched out enjoying the heat and his new found power. Kate quickly returned with a glass of orange juice, placing it down beside him on the grass.

"Would you like anything else?" she asked, still teary eyed. John thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. He told his mother she would be the one to tidy his room. He told her to go and do it at that instant. Kate could do nothing to stop this yet, she could not think of anything while he was making demands like this. Tears fell from her eyes even more as she walked away She felt so used as she entered the complete mess of a room, dirty clothes and pieces of paper strewn all over the place. Still, she gritted her teeth and got on with it.