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Photo shoot

By: exclusivegames



After the last photo shoot Michelle was determined to get Phil back and give him a surprise as well. So armed with the yellow pages she rang round and found a photographer that she hoped would give her what she wanted.

When she phoned she took the bull by the horns and told them that she wanted a raunchy set of photos to give to her husband and could they oblige. As the conversation expanded Michelle said that she wanted the photos to be tantalising with a high degree of artistic styling combined with suggestive and fanciful poses. The receptionist informed her that it was quite a common request and yes they would be happy to commission a set at their studio. She also suggested that Michelle was to bring various outfits to use and that they themselves would provide additional props to give her exactly what she wanted.

As the date was arranged Michelle put the phone down, convincing herself that she wouldn’t go through with it anyway and that it was just a flight of fancy.

However as the Wednesday came round Michelle grew more and more keen on the idea. At one point she nearly blurted out to Phil what she was planning but managed to hold it in and not give anything away.

She contrived to explain that all her lingerie was being sorted out and soon had a hold-all packed with every thong, g-string and PVC set she possessed.

As she drove to the studio her heart felt it would miss a beat and it took all her courage to enter and stop at reception. However she didn’t have to worry as the staff put her at ease straight away and the receptionist introduced her to the photographer Ian, and his assistant Mike. Michelle looked shaken, these two were perfect specimens of masculinity – Ian was 6’2 blond and blue eyed with a rugged clean shaven look that suited his slightly ruffled hair. Mike was of a similar height but with dark well cut hair and dark green eyes.

‘Are you both going to be part of the shoot’ Michelle asked. Ian smiled and explained that they had undertaken 100’s of similar shoots and that Mike was able to direct and assist in making the photo’s even more special.

To put her at ease a bottle of wine was opened and a quick two glasses seemed to relax Michelles nerves. Ian directed her to the changing rooms where she could change and they didn’t stipulate what outfit she should wear – conscious to put her at ease.

Michelle deliberated before choosing her grey work suit which was a matched with dark stockings and high heels. The skirt finished just above the knee and after Ian rattled off a few shots Mike suggested she sit on the desk that they had arranged to look like an office.

Michelle perched on the edge with her hands flat on the desk, this pushed her breasts forward and her bra free nipples invitingly protruded through her blouse. Ian gave great encouragement and told her to inch her skirt higher, which she did until the tops of her stockings came tantalising into view. Next Ian suggested she lay back on the desk and in doing so her legs opened displaying her thong to the cameras prying eyes. The scene looked really suggestive and was every manager’s fantasy to see this gorgeous woman sprawled on his desk with stockings and suspenders showing. ‘That’s so hot Michelle – now just cup your breasts through your blouse’ Ian requested. Michelle duly obliged and her eyes shut as her nipples enlarged at her touch and her skirt rode higher. Needed no further encouragement she slid off the desk and stood legs wide apart and fell forward leaving her skirt to ride up and show her black and skimpy thong pressed deep into her pert bottom. 

The camera clicked away until Mike suggested a change of scene and Michelle went back to change. As she stood in the changing room she slipped her suit off and stood accessing her attire until Mike popped his head round the corner and suggested the white uniform dress.

Michelle nodded in agreement and as she stepped out Ian & Mike gulped as she swayed over to the couch scene. ‘Right Michelle this scene will be made to look like a hospital with you as the nurse – Mike will be used in this shot to simulate the patient – Ok with that!!’

Michelle nodded feeling so in control in her skin tight dress and white hold-ups with see through thong finishing the outfit off.

As she approached the couch, Mike was wrapped in towel and laid face down – Ian instructed her to begin massaging him and she applied the baby oil to his legs as Ian shot away – her hands began on his legs before moving higher and soon the oil had covered his back and she slipped her hands under the towel ensuring his bottom was not neglected from her light touch.

‘Ok now Michelle – I want you to take the baby oil and drip it over your top – that’s it really cover your breasts with it’ Michelle obliged as Ian clicked away and her eyes closed as the warm oil coated her breasts and nipples. As she did this Mike turned over and Ian instructed Michelle to remove the towel.

Ian captured the scene as Mikes towel was whipped away leaving him naked in all his prime and glory. Michelle looked down at his semi hard cock and Ian made her begin to apply the oil to his chest. Mike tried to remain clam but soon his cock stirred at Michelle’s delicate touch until it stood to attention in front of her hungry eyes.

Ian snapped away getting Michelle to look shocked and turned on at the same time – some was acting, other expressions were real and this turned Michelle on no end.

As the oil was applied Michelles top was by now nearly see through and her skirt had ridden higher displaying her stockings and a glimpse of thong. Ian lost no time in capturing the scene , before directing Michelle to position her hands over Mikes hardness. At first she wasn’t sure, but her hands seemed to be drawn towards it and after another application of oil her hand wrapped round his hardness and began to lovingly stroke it.

The slippery oil felt so good on his veined shaft that her other hand cupped his balls and she expertly began to play with him. Mike grinned and as Michelle played sweet music on his hardness his hand dropped to her bottom so Ian could get the shot of Michelle being touched at the same time.

The scene was hotting up and Michelle responded by bending over Mike’s body allowing Ian to get the shot of her breasts being rubbed against Mikes hardness. Her nipples caressed the tip of his penis and Ian clicked away at the erotic spectacle of it all. 

Michelle looked up and saw Mikes eyes shut tightly as he received this welcome attention – and the feeling of power and control swept over her. These pictures would be dynamite and she planned to send one picture a day to Phil, each one that little bit more suggestive than the last.

That’s why see asked Ian to ensure he took some shots of her stocking clad legs and ones where there was just a flash of underwear before moving onto the more explicit photos.

Just as the scene was getting more raunchy Ian called a holt and suggested Michelle take up position on the bed. This she readily did and knelt on all fours back to the camera – her oil covered dress hid nothing and her skin shone with lust and excitement. As the sexual tension hung in the air Ian suggested that Mike should be in on a few shots so he quickly moved behind Michelle and rested his hands on her bottom. His nakedness combined well with her uniformed attire but his playfulness resulted in him lifting her dress over her waist and fully exposing her thong, suspenders and stockings to both the camera and his eager eye.

Ian encouraged them both and Michelle gasped as Mike fingers gently caressed her lips through the thin material. The briefest touch sent a ripple of pleasure down her spine that Ian captured on his Canon.

Mikes next touch resulted in her breasts being uncovered and his hands teased and played with her hardened nipples. His body was pressed hard against her back now and she couldn’t escape the fact that his cock was rubbing between her moist legs whilst her breasts were being played with, and the sensation of feeling his hardness slide over her sex made her moan in appreciation.

Mike pushed her face down on the bed – further exposing her sex to the camera and his hands this time slipped under the thin strip of material that covered her mons. A generous amount of oil was applied to her pussy and Mikes fingers slowly entered her waiting sex.

Michelle gasped in pleasure as his finger found her g-spot and licked her lips to the camera, loving every sensual erotic second of this set. Ian moved and took position behind Michelle and clicked away as Mike’s tongue traced its path up her inner thigh – just as the tip of it snaked under her thong Ian told them to stop and prepare for the next set.

Michelle moaned at the loss of contact but said nothing as she went back to changing room. Ian came with her and told her the next set was to be Master and slave set with Michelle dressed in her PVC outfit and widenet fishnets.

Michelle stripped eagerly and dressed in the outfit. She finished it off by wearing her new blonde wig which alluded to give herself even more confidence for the next series of photos.

As she stepped out of the dressing room the set was transformed, with the bed stripped and remade with satin sheets and ties to fasten the victim to the bed.

Michelle strode over the PVC outfit glistening in the studio lights – her breasts were uncovered and her nipples were delightfully erect and upturned. Ian directed her to the bed where he instructed her to lie on her back. As he fastened her hands and legs to each corner of the bed she felt deliciously helpless and wanton.

Her thong backed body dug deep into her sex and the fishnet tights were coarse enough to rub her mons delightfully without chaffing.

‘OK Michelle, you look great, I’m going to start with some shots of you laying down which will no doubt suit your husband before moving onto more suggestive ones’ Michelle closed her eyes and let her fantasies run wild as Ian clicked away.

As Ian loaded more film, Mike came across the room. His naked form looked fantastic as did his impressive penis which upon seeing Michelle tied up, sprang up in front of him.

Ian positioned him to knell over Michelles body and his hardness was placed between Michelle’s breasts. Mike poured another generous amount of oil over them before squeezing her mounds around his cock. Michelle looked up to see him slowly thrusting between her sensitive breasts and although tied felt in complete control.

‘yes faster’ she cried as Mike pistoned away and Ian captured it all on film. Just as the actioned hotted up Mike slid down her body and began to lick and suck her inner thighs. His tongue made its way between her opened legs until it danced on her PVC covered clitoris.

She moaned and moaned some more when his fingers re-entered her but this time they didn’t stop and her back arched as she felt the built up sexual tension enveloping her body. ‘Oh god yes, don’t stop, keep going, I want to feel you’ she screamed as Mike played her expertly.

Soon her orgasm exploded and her whole body climaxed at the sensation of it. However Mike wasn’t finished yet and he rose and moving up the bed presented his swollen manhood to her lips, Michelle although nearly spent didn’t waste the opportunity and lovingly began to suck and lick his shaft. Ian clicked away laughing at the fantastic shots he was getting and captured the cock sucking perfectly in his view finder.

Michelle by now had forgot about the camera and was wholeheartedly enjoying the fellaito she was performing on Mike, and it was true to say he was loving every minute of this very special set.

As Michelle continued her sucking Mike’s cock jumped and he withdrew from her mouth. He slid down her body and slipped her PVC body to one side before inching his hardness inside her. Her body responded to the direct stimulation and she felt the on-coming of another orgasm as he thrust inside her. Faster and faster he rode her helpless body until her muscles contracted round his shaft and she came in front of the camera for a second time.

Mike was keen to carry on but Ian stopped him and they released Michelle’s bonds.

This time Ian was directed onto the bed and positioned face down. Michelle now flushed and aroused smiled as Ian produced a strap on dildo which Michelle put on. The plastic jutting cock looked interesting and as she tightened the belt she understood why as it was made to enter her as well as him.

She easily let it slip inside her, enjoying the thrill of being able to fuck whilst being fucked. Ian snapped away as Michelle positioned herself behind Mike and slowly entered him with the vibrator.

His moan of pain was quickly followed by pleasure as she drove the plastic further inside him, and her moans added to the sexual pleasure as she rocked back on the vibrator inside her.

Soon she had filled him, and then began to thrust her hips, feeling delightfully powerful being in this much control whilst being pleasured herself. As she speeded up she reached round and took his rock hard cock in her gloved hand and began to slowly masturbate in rhythm with her thrusting. Mike was lost for words and couldn’t control himself any longer as he released his sexual juices. 

Out they pumped as Michelle milked him dry and he collapsed exhausted as Michelle withdrew from him.

Ian nearly clapped at the end of it all and just hopped he had managed to get the angle to show just how commanding Michelle looked in her blonde wig. The photos would be just unbelievable.

As Michelle went to shower and change Ian and Mike cleaned the set up. The images were digitally downloaded and the film tagged to be given to Michelle.

When they all viewed them it was clear just what a great shoot it had been and Michelle asked for certain alterations or zoom shots to be made that enhanced the shots.

It was the following week when on the Monday Phil got back from work to find an envelope waiting for him marked private. Puzzled he took it upstairs carefully opening it as he walked. When he pulled out the first photo his mouth dropped as there was Michelle dressed in her suit leaning over a desk - more photos fell out each one showing more and more exposed flesh. His cock stirred as his mind raced on how and when these were taken but the note that fell out gave some clue.

‘for you to enjoy – look out for the post next time they get hotter’

Little did he realise just how hot they would get!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Photo Shoot



Steve was your typical high school senior. He wasn't the star athlete and he wasn't the class geek, just the average kid in a large school. He was about 5' 10" and around 170lbs. Not a muscle man but he had a nice body and had average looks. Steve didn't have any enemies, just lots of friends. He didn't care if you were the most popular kid in school or the outcast that nobody would talk to, he would be your friend. The only down fall to Steve was that he was an 18 year old virgin. He thought about sex and wanted to have sex he was just not the kind of guy to really hit on girls or ask them out. Things were all about to change for him soon.

Friday night came and went and Steve had done nothing but sit at home since he wasn't really part of the in crowd, the jocks and cheerleader, who were partying all night. Saturday morning arrived and Steve headed for work like he had been doing for the past year or so at a local photography studio. The day had been going by like it normally had, plenty of screaming little kids, but then the door opened and in walked Melanie Porter. Melanie was the head cheerleader and probably the prettiest girl in the school. As she walked in Steve couldn't help but stare. Melanie was about 5' 6" and 125lbs, long blonde hair, very firm body, an ass that was too die for and the nicest pair of 34C breast that Steve had ever seen. 

Melanie walked over to Steve and they exchanged the normal pleasantries and some small chit chat about school. Steve learned that she was in getting her senior pictures taken for the year book Melanie walked away to get her pictures taken and Steve went back to work. About ten minutes later Melanie walked out and up to Steve again. Melanie asked him if he took pictures and he told her yes, that he had hoped to become a professional photographer some day. Melanie stood there and thought for a minute then asked him if he would be interested in helping her and the other cheerleaders raise money for the senior prom. Steve figured that he probably wouldn't be going to the prom so he really didn't know if he wanted to help raise money for it, but the more he thought about it the more he figured that he would be able to spend time with Melanie and the other 5 cheerleaders. Steve asked her what it was she wanted him to do. Melanie went on to explain that they wanted to make a cheerleader calendar and sell them to raise money and they needed someone to take the pictures. Steve couldn't believe his luck, being able to take pictures of 6 of the most beautiful girls he knew as they dance around in their cheerleading outfits. They made arrangements to start taking the pictures the following Saturday.

The following week seemed to drag on for what seemed like months as Steve anticipated the day he got to take the girls pictures. Everyday at school all he could do is look at the girls as they passed him in the hall and visualize them posing in their outfits. Saturday morning arrived and Steve gathered up all his camera equipment and headed out the door to go to Melanie's house. Steve pulled up in front of the house just as Tina was arriving. Tina could have passed for Melanie's twin except for the fact that her breasts were much bigger, at least two cup sizes.

As the two of them reached the front door they were greeted by Melanie standing there in her cheerleading uniform. Steve and Tina followed Melanie in the house. Melanie told Steve to make himself at home because it was going to be a few more minutes while the rest of the girls finished getting ready. Steve headed for the living room as the two girls headed upstairs to join the other girls and finish preparing. After sitting there for what seemed like hours he finally heard the girls starting to come downstairs. Steve turned to look and treated to the most wonderful sight, 6 beautiful girls bouncing down the stairs in their cheerleading uniforms. Watching their little skirts flip up and the breast bounce beneath their tops was starting to give him a very familiar feeling in his pants. Steve had to concentrate to make sure that he didn't get up sporting a tent in his pants.

Once all the girls were down they all headed for the backyard so that they could start the photo shoot. Steve looked around to find the right spot for the shoot. As he looked around he found a large tree in the corner of the yard next to a privacy fence the offered some shade from the bright sun. They all moved to the corner of the yard and Steve instructed them that he would start off taking each girls picture individually and then he would take some of all the girls together.

The first girl to have her picture taken was Tina. As she moved into position, Steve noticed that her top seemed to be barely concealing her large breast. Tina started out by just doing the normal poses, standing with her hands at her sides, with her hands on her hips, and so on. Steve continued to snap pictures as her poses seemed to be getting more and more provocative. Tina was starting to pull her skirt up a little more and was running her hands over her breast and through her hair. Again Steve started getting that familiar feeling in his pants and had to concentrate to calm himself down.

One by one the other girl's stepped in front of the camera for their pictures. After Tina came Vicki, a petite little brunette with small breast and a killer ass. Next up was Julie, a fiery red head with the biggest breast of any of the girls. Next was Paula, a tall blonde with medium size breast and an ass that was perfect for grabbing. After Paula came Amanda, the shy one of the group, always trying to hide her beauty behind her long brown hair. She always seemed to use her hair to cover her chest so it was hard to really tell just how big they were. Finally it was Melanie's turn, the main object of Steve's desires.

Steve was having a very difficult time concentrating on taking the pictures. Each girl seemed to posing just as Tina had, first starting out simple and then getting more and more provocative. Except for Amanda, she kept all of her poses simple, not feeling bold enough to rub on herself like the other girls had. The girls finished up their individual shots and it was time for the group photos. Steve couldn't control the feeling in his pants any longer as he watched the girls doing their poses together, holding each other legs high in the air. The thing that put his erection over the top was when the girls got into a pyramid, giving Steve a perfect down all the girls tops. Melanie noticed the bulge in his pants as they were finishing up the pictures. The girls all got into a huddle as Melanie told the girls what she saw and decided that they needed to do something about it, since Steve was kind enough to take their pictures for them

Steve had his back to the girls as he started to gather up his gear when he heard Melanie say that there was another picture that they wanted taken. He turned around to see all six girls standing there side by side with their tops off. The bulge in his pants was now very apparent as he just stood there with his mouth wide open. All the girls had their eyes fixed on his pants as Melanie asked him if he was going to take the picture or not. Steve moved the camera up to his eye and began snapping picture after picture as the girls began posing, squeezing the breast together and pulling at their nipples. As he snapped the pictures he didn't notice that Melanie had moved out of the shot. Suddenly he felt something on his pants and as he looked down he saw Melanie undoing his pants and start pulling them down.

Before he could say or do anything she had his pants around his ankles and his dick was pointing to the sky directly in front of Melanie's face. All the girls gasped when they saw his 10 inch cock spring from his pants. Melanie just looked at his dick with amazement, not realizing that Steve had been hiding such a large package in his pants. As she reached up and wrapped her fingers around his hard dick, the other girls all gathered around them so they could get a better look. Steve just watched as Melanie began to give him his first hand job. He had stroked his dick before but the feeling was much better having a girl do it for him. Melanie gently began kissing the head of his dick before she began taking it in her mouth. Steve let out a loud moan as his dick entered a girl's mouth for the first time in his life. Melanie did the best she could to take the entire length in her mouth but could only get about 7 inches of it in. 

Melanie continued sucking his dick and Steve had gotten over the initial excitement of his first blow job. He looked around and saw that the girls were all in a circle around them and they were beginning to rub on themselves as they watched Melanie sucking his dick. He looked to his left to find Paula standing next to him with her eyes fixed on his dick. She was gently rubbing her breast through her top so Steve reached over and slowly ran his hand under her shirt finding that she wasn't wearing a bra, and began rubbing her breast. Tina had seen enough and as she stripped out of her uniform she moved Melanie to the side so that she could have a go at his dick. Steve just watched in amazement as his dick disappeared in her mouth and all the other girls were stripped down naked except for Amanda, the shy one, she was still wearing her white laced bra and panties.

Tina's mouth was working wonders on his dick and he continued to get handfuls of breast and ass. Steve was getting bolder as time went on and began reaching for the girl's pussies. One by one he began rubbing their pussies, feeling their warmth and wetness. The only girl whose pussy he was unable to get a good feel of was Amanda. She hesitantly let him rub her through her panties but wouldn't let him put his hand down her panties. Each girl, except Amanda, had taken their turn working on his dick, none of which had been able to take his entire length. 

Amanda slowly got down on her knees in front of Steve and hesitantly took his dick in her hand. His dick was so wet from the other girl's mouths that it slid through her hand easily. After a few minutes of stroking his cock she slowly began taking his cock in her mouth. At first she only took a couple of inches but then slowly started taking more and more of his dick in her mouth until his entire length was gone. All the girls just awed in amazement as they watched her take all of him in her mouth. Steve let out a long loud moan as his dick slid deep down her throat. With in minutes of her taking him deep down her throat he was shooting his load down her throat and she swallowed every last drop.

Steve's knees almost buckled on him as the last drops of cum were squeezed out of him by Amanda's mouth. As his dick began to soften, Amanda let it slide out of her mouth. Steve just stood there with a grin from ear to ear, unable to speak, as each girl gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for taking their pictures. The girls all gathered their clothes and headed for the house while Steve pulled his pants back up and finished gathering up his camera equipment. Once all his stuff was gathered up he headed in the house and to the front door. Opening the door he saw that Amanda was standing next to his car. When he reached his car Amanda asked him if he could give her a ride home, which he quickly said yes too.

The ride to her house was very awkward and very quiet, neither of them saying a word. Amanda finally broke the silence as the pulled up to her house and asked Steve if he wanted to come in for a coke, which he accepted. They made their way into the house, Steve having a seat on the couch and Amanda heading towards the kitchen to get the drinks. She returned with the drinks and they both sat silently on the couch. Amanda finally began telling him that she had never done that before and that she was still a virgin. Steve confessed to her that it was the first time for him too and that he was also a virgin. The more they sat there and talked, the more they got to know each other and feel more comfortable with each other.

Hours went by and Steve thought that it was best that he head home. Amanda walked him to the door and they began to say their goodnights. Steve was feeling a bit brave so he leaned in to give her a kiss, expecting for her to turn away, and was greeted by her lips to his. The kiss started out innocently but quickly began to get more passionate, their tongues began to explore each other mouths. Their hands began roaming over each others bodies. Amanda broke the kiss, grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to her room. Once inside she leads him to the bed where they both sit down and begin kissing again. The more they kiss the more their hands wonder and before long they are both naked in each others arms.

Steve lays Amanda on the bed and just looks at her body for a minute, she is beautiful. For all those years she had been covering up a body that would put the rest of the girls to shame. Her body was tan all over, no tan lines, with breast that fit perfectly in his hands and nipples that were perfect little pink circles. As his eyes wondered to her pussy he saw a neatly trimmed pussy, just a small patch of hair just above her slit. He slowly began rubbing and sucking on her breast, causing her nipples to grown outward. As he began kissing his way down her stomach he could hear her breathing getting faster. Once he got to her pussy he just examined it for a second, smelling her sweet fragrance, before lightly putting his tongue to her pussy lips. Her body shuttered when his tongue first touched her pussy and the more he licked the more she squirmed on the bed. He had never done this before, but had seen it in movies, but guessed by her moans that he was doing a good job. Soon her juices were flowing from her pussy, coating his mouth.

Amanda had had enough and rolled him over on his back. Steve laid there and watched as she took his dick in her mouth for the second time today. This time felt different, softer, and gentler. Maybe it was because this time it was just the two of them and not an audience. After a few minutes of great oral sex, Steve decided that it was time for real sex.

Steve laid her on the bed and gently climbed on top of her. As he guided his dick to the opening of her pussy he looked at her and asked her if she was sure that she was ready. With her beautiful blue eyes looking directly into his, she grabbed him by the waist and pulled the head of his dick into her waiting pussy, soft moans of pleasure escaped from her mouth. Slowly he pushed his dick further into her until he felt the obstruction inside her. She looked up at him and gave him her approval as he pushed his dick completely in her. She let out a loud scream as the pain shot through her body. Steve started pulling out of her but she grabbed his waist and held him there for a minute.

Once the pain had subsided he slowly began sliding his dick in and out of her. Moans of pleasure shot from both of their mouths as they enjoyed sex for the first time. Steve leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck, listening to her whisper his name in between moans. The excitement from hearing her moaning in his ear caused him to want to quicken his pace but he didn't want this to ever end. Amanda's moans started getting louder and eventually she was screaming for him to fuck her hard. Hearing this really got him going and he began pumping his cock in her hard and fast. Within minutes she was screaming as her orgasm took over, her body tensed and her fingers dug into his back. This sent him over the top as he slammed his dick deep inside of her and unloaded his juices deep inside of her.

Steve and Amanda just laid on the bed, their sweaty bodies entangled in each other. The two of them drifted off to sleep holding each other tight.



Photo Shoot



As a photographer for the Military Press Corps, I had occasion to learn the fundamentals of photography using the old-fashioned shutter cameras unlike the digital techno-wonders of today's equipment. There's nothing like the good snap of an Olympus shutter supplemented by the mechanical grind of the film advance to immerse one's self in the capture of images. I went as far as to shun the battery winders so famously used by the paparazzi.

On my last leave, I had occasion to snap what started as a gag, but ended up being a super-serious foray into exhibitionism. Let me explain. I'm married to a spunky little brunette named Marcy. People invariably describe her as wispy - although she doesn't appear to be unhealthy. Some people are just small, and my wife is small. She'll never win glamor awards, for those all are the province of the tall, leggy, and breasty. Even my wife's voice is pitched somewhere in the small range. She is the butt of my buddy Darrel's constant ribbing, and the beginning of the foray I mentioned.

Darrel stayed with us for the two weeks I had off, and he ribbed Marcy about her size in a flirty way. I know nothing could develop between the two; they just aren't compatible in that way. My wife can put up with his kind of humor, but not indefinitely, and Darrel is 24/7 joker. Plus, Darrel is half a foot taller than me and their heights are not compatible in taste. He likes taller women, and she likes shorter men. So the flirting occasioned nothing from me except some smirky eye-rolling. Marcy blushed at first at his constant insinuation that she was less of a woman, sexually, but after just a couple days she was throwing gibes back at him. She seemed to like to imply that he was too big for anything but a moose.

I had the seed for my idea when we went to Starry's, our favorite dance and hang-out joint. Darrel watched us dance a few before he asked Marcy to dance. I always seem to look at places and people as to how they would photograph, and I laughed to myself about doing a photo shoot of Darrel and Marcy "on a date."

"Hey, I have this idea," I began when they came back from their third dance. We were on our fourth round of drinks and were feeling warm and happy.

Darrel raised his eyebrows. "Is this a new thing for you?"

"Yeah, yeah, yuk, yuk." Darrel could make a joke out of junk mail and belly button lint.

"Does it involve your camera?" Marcy chirped at me.

I can't have an original thought without Marcy already knowing it before I speak it.

"Yes, the camera." I smiled.

Darrel appeared to lose interest right away; he wasn't a shutterbug like I was. He was more dirt-bike and sweat than intellectually motivated.

"How would you two like to do a photo shoot gag? Something just for personal keepsakes?" My mind was already swirling with what was needed.

"Gag?" My wife looked like a confused hamster.

Darrel perked up a little at the idea of any kind of gag. "What kind of gag? Whatcha got in mind?"

I finished off my drink and leaned in close to the two of them. "I take a bunch of faked shots of you two together, like on a date. Make it look real with camera angles and everything."

"For what?" Darrel asked.

"Kicks and giggles. Something for your private photo album. A joke shoot."

"Oh." He seemed confused.

"You know, I take shots of you two. Like you went out together. And we can fake some romance shots."

"Romance shots?" Marcy slurred through her drink. "With him?"

"Sure, all faked." I smiled. "You just have to be brave enough to let me take them."

My little Marcy has a slight complex about being brave. Something to do with her size. I probably shouldn't have used that word. Darrel had no complex about being brave. We had been swimming together for a few days, so being barely covered wasn't a shock to anyone here.

"Hmm. Could be fun." Darrel allowed that much, which meant he was game.

"I don't know..." Marcy smiled.

I bugged my eyes out at her. "You don't want the romance shots faked? You want real ones?"

"No! I didn't mean that."

Darrel snickered.

"So you'd rather do fake ones than real ones?" I quizzed her.

"Well, of course, yes." She looked confused.

"Great. We'll start as soon as we get back to the apartment." I smiled like a little kid.

Darrel and I danced with Marcy a couple more times before we called the dancing a night. We also stopped at four drinks each. For me and Darrel, four was enough for a nice buzz. For Marcy, she was on the edge of being looped. Darrel even joked on the ride home and asked if he would "have" to kiss her. That got him a good slap on the arm from Marcy and she arched an eyebrow at him.

I dashed up to the apartment and grabbed my camera while they waited downstairs. I came back out and stood on the landing to start the photo gag of their "date."

"Come on up and I'll start," I said as I readied the camera.

Darrel slipped his arm around Marcy and they walked to the stairs. I snapped two pictures. They went to the door of the apartment and I snapped another. With the door open, I snapped one as they entered. Just as they were in the doorway, Darrel reached a hand and cupped my wife's butt cheek. I snickered and snapped a picture of that just before she slapped his hand away.

Inside, I had them hug for a couple shots. I had them sit on the couch next and fake kissing. Basically I just shot the back of Darrel's head as he put his face up to Marcy's. It looked off, though, so I told them to grab each other like they were really kissing, and not posing. That looked a little better, but it still seemed forced since I had to take the shot from behind Darrel's head.

"It would just be easier if we kissed, wouldn't it?" Darrel seemed impatient. Twisted as he was on the couch was probably as uncomfortable as it looked.

Marcy giggled. She was still tipsy from the drinks.

"Yeah, I guess. Kissing never killed anyone." I waved at him to proceed.

Darrel planted a kiss on Marcy in a more natural position. That worked. When Darrel pulled back, I could see Marcy blushing.

"You kiss funny," she said.

"I kiss funny? What the hell?" Darrel actually seemed offended in a joking, questioning way.

I waved them silent. "Marcy, get on him like you're showing him you're the kisser in control."

"Yeah, lemme show you how it's done." She pushed Darrel back and straddled his stomach. She leaned down and planted her own kiss on him. He put his hands on her hips and let her kiss him.

"Oh, I see. You kiss slow," he said. "And I kiss funny because my tongue moves faster?"

Marcy laughed. "It feels funny."

Darrel seemed put out by that. "Well, I never..."

Marcy laughed harder. She really got a kick out of tweaking Darrel finally without a joking response at her expense.

"Okay. Can you two fake making out? Do some groping and necking?" I moved to kneel by them.

"How do you fake groping?" Darrel was exasperated.

I lowered the camera. "Well... I'd like to get some faked shots where you're naked together..."

"Naked?" Marcy's eyes got big.

"Faked, dear."

Marcy blinked, unsure as of yet what I meant.

"As for the groping, I guess since you're dressed, just grope each other through your clothes and we'll fake the naked ones." I readied the camera.

"You mean, like this?" Darrel grabbed one of Marcy's small boobs. She squealed.

I snorted. "Yes, that's fine."

Darrel squeezed like he was checking vegetables at the supermarket and Marcy slapped at his roughness. She reached back behind her and grabbed a handful of his crotch. He yelped as she squeezed hard. I got all this on film.

Both broke out laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'll go easy," Darrel chuckled.

"Never mind that," I waved at him. "Get your hands up under her skirt."

"Umm..." Marcy looked panicked.

Panicked? Oh, I suddenly knew why.

Sometimes Marcy went without panties. Not often, but often enough to keep me guessing. This must have been one of those nights.

"Hmm, well. Just a little, Darrel." I snapped a couple as his hands slid up her skirt. I could tell he was being proper; he kept his hands at the sides of her legs. But before either of us could stop him, he had his hands up to her hips.

"Um, oh." Darrel's face told me that he had discovered that he had met only skin on her hips and not the expected pantyline. He actually blushed.

"Sorry," I said to both of them.

"No, I'm sorry," Darrel stuttered at the same time.

"Oops, sorry," Marcy piped in simultaneously.

All three of us broke out laughing.

"Eh, don't worry about it. There's going to be some skin during the faked shots that will have to touch, so forget about it." I stood up. "Maybe we can just keep going and have you two undress each other? I'll get some shots of that."

Darrel nodded.

He and Marcy fumbled around at their clothing like retards until I sighed. "This isn't really difficult, you know."

With some laughter, they both stood and began undressing each other. I used the rest of the roll. The shots of Marcy pulling down his pants were good. I captured her glance at his underwear on film. I got what looked to be a good one as she stepped out of her skirt with Darrel's face just inches from her confirmed panty-less crotch. Darrel tried to be proper, but he kept looking at my wife's pussy.

"It's okay, Darrel. It works for the camera." I winked at him. These wouldn't look right if he acted shy.

I changed film as they stood there alternately looking at me and each other. With a fresh roll, I took a couple as they finished undressing. The only thing I couldn't get on film was my wife's giggle as Darrel's penis came into view. He was smaller than me, although he was taller. Not tiny, just smaller.

"Are you laughing at this?" Darrel pulled at his limp member. I got a picture of that.

"It's... it's..." Marcy didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I didn't laugh at you!" Darrel snorted.

"No, no!" Marcy blushed. "I think it's... cute."

It was a good enough recovery that Darrel let it go.

"I can't help it being limp," he shrugged. "I'm being photographed."

"Marcy, dear, would you grab him?" I asked my wife. "Is that okay? We won't all die if a little touching is involved, will we? It'll help the pictures. You'll need to be touching for the faked shots anyway."

"Touch it?" Marcy asked. She looked appalled.

"Okay, try hugging first, then," I directed.

Darrel and Marcy hugged each other, naked. It was good for two pictures. Afterwards, Marcy was willing to touch him and she grabbed his penis gingerly. The look of caution and uncertaintly was worth three pictures. Within a few seconds, Darrel was hardening.

"Oh my," Marcy stammered.

"If you squeeze it, it will bite you!" Darrel threatened with mock severity.

Marcy actually squealed in fright and let go of it. That got us all laughing again.

When she grabbed it again, she was a little more natural with it. She gave it a few strokes and that was worth a couple more pictures.

"Darrel, would you do some handiwork on Marcy?" I moved around to get a good shot of that.

"Sure, bud." His hand reached into Marcy's tiny crotch and gave it a few rubs. His eyebrows went up a few notches as he rubbed. Marcy closed her eyes through it and appeared to be suffering through the shots. Or maybe trying to control herself.

"Okay, enough of that; we'll do some faked shots, now. Marcy, would you fake blowing Darrel?"

"Huh? How the hell do I fake a blowjob?"

I motioned. "Just lower your mouth over it without touching it."

Marcy blinked at me and gave me a dubious look. She didn't think it was possible, apparently. But she tried. Darrel laid back on the couch as she lowered her mouth over his erection. I got a good handful of shots of her mouth covering his penis. It looked real, but I could see that her mouth was strained open to avoid touching him. Darrel got a nasty twinkle in his eye and I saw his penis twitch. The movement caused it to move into contact with her upper lip. She panicked and drew up sharply, but not before her lips had closed reflexively onto his shaft. She drew her mouth off quickly, but it was too late.

"Whoa!" Darrel almost stood up from a laying position.

Marcy glared at him. "Don't get funny, smart guy."

"I didn't know you liked me like that," Darrel gasped.

Marcy pointed a finger at him but just shook her head with a rueful smile after a few seconds. Her pointed finger turned into a finger-shake.

"Careful, you two. Don't get excited." I moved again.

"Easy for you to say," Darrel grumped.

"Okay," I tapped the camera. "Let's have you fake eating Marcy."

I snapped two pictures of them changing positions, and another as Darrel put his face close to Marcy's pussy. There was a slight glisten to Marcy's pussy lips, but that was pretty common after a few drinks. This one was harder to fake than the blowjob. I told him to get closer a couple times until he got frustrated and just buried his nose up against Marcy's vagina. Marcy grabbed his head as if to push it away, and it worked great for the picture. She didn't push away, though, and I think she was trying to keep him from doing anything extra.

"Great, let's fake some sex, now." I led them into the bedroom.

I had Marcy climb onto Darrel as he laid back to fake a cowgirl ride. "Straddle him and hold his penis while you hold open your lips. Just like you're going to slide onto him."

She blushed. Darrel was staring at my wife as she straddled him. I got a couple pictures there. She looked fantastic straddling him, spread open as she was. My wife was very photogenic, although she didn't believe so.

"Okay, now put it down and sit on it. I'll get a shot from his feet. It'll look like you slid down on him." She did and I got a picture of her round little butt in three stages. One, up in the air with his penis looking like it was starting to penetrate. The second with her lowering over him - although his penis was at her front, it looked like it was sliding in. The third was her butt sitting on his hips, smashed down with that alluring feminine flare. "Darrel, would you help out? Fondle her boobs for a shot?"

Darrel reached up and rubbed her small boobs. Marcy hummed; she really likes her boobs played with. She responded by rocking her hips back and forth a few times on his hips. It was great for the pictures, but Darrel's gasp told me she could carry it too far.

"Stop, Marcy. You don't want to cause any accidents, do you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, sorry." My wife giggled nervously.

"Let's fake a doggy position," I twirled my hand as if to stir the pot.

Marcy got on hands and knees while Darrel moved up behind her.

"Sort of put it here?" Darrel slid his penis between the back of Marcy's thighs. By virtue of the position, his penis had to be rubbing along her opening.

"Exactly," I said. "Perfect." A few more pictures as that was being posed and Darrel made a few back and forth movements. Marcy responded by moving counter to him.

"Yes, there you go!" I responded enthusiastically. They were getting into the spirit and play of a good fake. I got several of that from different angles. Except from the front, you couldn't tell that Darrel wasn't in her. From the front, though, I could see his penis poking through her thighs. His erection was rubbing her opening and splitting her lips open. Marcy appeared to be deep in concentration. Darrel's breathing got ragged and his pumps pretty feverish.

"I think we better change positions," he offered.

"Er, yeah." I was getting mesmerized by the sight of him pumping against her hips. There was a very good impression of desperation that carried through. His muscles were outlined as he strained against her and my wife's body had a fluid suppleness that moved with him. I shook myself and asked for a faked mercenary position.

Marcy laid back on the bed and spread her legs for Darrel. The act made me hard. I found my own breath to be a little fast. I wiped my brow. Darrel crawled between her legs, his penis bobbing as it pointed at her entrance. My wife opened her legs even farther. I discovered that I was shaking. This was showing too good, and my pictures came quickly. I had Darrel aim at her vagina and hold his penis like a tool. I told him to hold it near her opening.

I got several pictures of that from different angles. I told him to press the head of his penis hard against the side of her vagina so that it looked like it was going in. He did and it looked great. Her opening bent inward as he pressed against the side of her lips. It looked like there was an inch of penetration. Perfect.

I then had him lay against her with his penis up against his own belly and his hips pressed into hers. I took a few pictures of that. Darrel started pumping then, and Marcy countered back at him. I ran out of film and had to change rolls. Darrel stopped for a minute while I changed, but then started back up again before I was ready. Marcy countered his thrusts. I could hear the faint sounds of wetness. I hurriedly finished loading the film and readying the camera. They were beginning to have fun at this, and I didn't want to miss it.

"How about where you're leaning up, Darrel? Aim your penis down between her thighs? It should look like penetration."

Darrel nodded and knelt back on his knees to reposition. Pre-come oozed from his erection and I got a picture of that with Marcy wide open in the background. She moaned in anticipation when he scooted over her and she closed her knees a little. Darrel used his hand to position his penis down between her thighs. The top of his shaft was rubbing her opening. I rarely get to take a close look at Marcy when she's excited, but I've seen her excited before. I could tell she was very excited. Her lips were swollen and red. She was leaking lubrication and making slow, achy movements. When Darrel had placed his penis, she closed her thighs around it. He raised and lowered his hips against hers.

Marcy gasped and thrust her hips against his. Their crotches rubbed wetly against each other as I snapped pictures. Darrel's penis glistened with her juices. He alternated slow and fast pumping as I tried to maintain a steady movement of camera positions and shots. I knew the faking was becoming enjoyable to them as the rubbing must have felt good. I tried to pay attention to the camera.

With a shaky voice, I asked for a change in positions. "Spoon shot?"

Marcy continued to writhe as Darrel got off of her and her pussy lips were even more swollen and wet. He laid behind her on his side as she levered herself up with her back to him. She bent her knee and exposed her sopping mound. Darrel reached down and moved his penis over to her vagina. He laid it along the opening as I got pictures. Marcy's face had an odd look as she stared back at him. He pumped his erection along my wife's opening and she began pumping back. He had a hold on his penis, keeping it in line, but as the pumps passed, I noticed that he was purposely rubbing the head against her opening. Marcy wasn't pulling away, and she was obviously enjoying the attention. I felt they were getting close to actually wanting to fuck and I paused to consider. Marcy was having fun, was turned on, and Darrel was a close friend. If she was at the point where she was aching to have him fuck her, then she had concluded that it must have been okay to proceed.

I was a little lost watching that as my breathing was short and my balance a little off. Darrel's strokes became less controlled as he aimed more and more at her opening. My wife just stared back at him as she angled her vagina towards his probing erection. Her pussy was starving, and she was wide open, ready to be fucked. Needing to be fucked. Darrel slowed his pumping as his head found her entrance. He paused there and used his hand to guide his erection as it teased her opening. Marcy's small hips pushed downward against his probing head.




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She was trying to get his penis inside her! She wanted to be fucked by Darrel and was trying to fuck him right in front of me. There was nothing fake about her need. He responded by shifting his hips and bringing the angle of his erection on a penetration course. Darrel's penis was now aimed straight into my wife's wide open vagina. He looked at me; both of us almost swooning. Marcy was still staring at him. I gave a barely perceptible nod before I knew what I was doing, but by then, it was too late. Darrel had turned at the movement and slowly, but forcefully, thrust his hips upwards against Marcy's.

With agonizing slowness, I watched Darrel's engorged penis slide into my wife's very wet vagina. Marcy just moaned in relief. She collapsed onto the bed as Darrel stroked his penis into her and then pulled out in one long stroke. He could't keep it slow, though, and started pumping his erection into my wife with increasing speed and force. The sight of his purple penis invading her over and over caused me to jump. It was enough to remember the camera and I got several shots of them fucking. I ran through a range of emotions. I felt pride at the sexual allure of my wife. I felt generosity to our friend to be sharing something so wonderful. And I felt satisfaction that my wife and closest friend were enjoying the event, however unplanned.

Darrel leaned his head around and kissed Marcy as he fucked her, and the act pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her hip and started sliding deeper without pulling out more than halfway. Marcy's movements became more pronounced with lust and I could see her chest fluttering in excitement. Her eyes rolled back and her head hung over, jerking with the thrusts of their fuck. Darrel looked like he lost his breath, and with a final jerking push, buried his penis as far as he could get it inside my wife's hungry pussy. His grunts and jerks told me he was shooting sperm deep into her. Marcy moaned loud in satisfaction and shook with the force of her own orgasm. 

The satisfaction that flowed from them assured me that there was nothing to regret. I got it all on film.



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Peter 18 was tall well-developed young man athletic, strong, and intelligent. He has an impressive 11-inch penis and was comfortable with his body but still a bit of a loner. Kelly was an extremely attractive young woman perfectly proportioned fit, tight athletic body. She was extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent the 19-year-old had long legs, seductive deep blue eyes, great smile, lightly tanned skin and firm B-cup breasts with large puffy nipples but like her brother was a loner.

Tara, who is Peter and Kelly's cousin and the only member of their late father's family who they had kept in touch with after his death, asked if they could help her with a photography assignment for University. 21 year old Tara is an attractive brunette party girl who Peter had a crush on for several years. The assignment was to represent artistically using the photographic medium the erotica of purity, innocence, life, and future. It took some doing but she managed to convince them to help her by posing in provocative nude positions with Sarah their mothers consent.

It would be a long day so it was an early start the sibling turning up just after breakfast. Tara was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a bikini top that Peter thought was just gorgeous. Kelly made sure Tara locked the door before she would strip. After an initial awkward silence as the siblings sized, each other up Tara took the initiative leading her models to her improvised studio. Noticing both Peter and Kelly had sparse blonde pubic hair pleased Tara as it would not draw too much attention to the genitals.

They started with simple individual shots, sitting standing and laying down. Then a similar series of shots with them both in the frame holding hands. These Tara told them expressed the purity and innocence part of her assignment. After a short break for lunch they were at it, again the next series of poses represented life. Tara had them playing with a beach ball both together and individually and some board games such as monopoly. This took all afternoon and they had a lot of fun doing them.

During dinner, Tara explained she had originally planned to do a lover series but as they were brother and sister, she instead wanted to create the impression of them both becoming one person. However, an appropriate way of doing it with out making it look like a tacky theme park green screen shot was near impossible. She then went on to ask that if they would be willing she would really appreciate doing the original idea. Peter couldn't careless he was having fun and enjoyed Tara's company. Kelly on the other hand was a little tentative nevertheless Tara had been so nice and it had been fun so far. Therefore, Kelly reluctantly agreed.

Tara had them oil themselves up with baby oil to make them appear shiny. She helped with their backs, which Peter enjoyed very much. The first shot was Peter laying on his back and Kelly on her belly on Peter's stomach staring into his eyes. Then each took a turn sitting in front of the other in suggestive positions. Tara then had Kelly on all fours in a doggie position with Peter behind her. Peter then lost partial control by keeping his mind on other things such as football Peter had avoided any embarrassing erections until now. Kelly was disgusted and Tara was concerned that Peter's massive member could ruin the next few shots.

The first of the next series of shots was the missionary position shot which his penis was too obviously showing so he had to tuck it under Kelly's cute arse much to her discomfort. Then was the final money shot, which had been the one of most concern. It involved the two siblings in a standing up position arching their backs so only their groins touched from which a bright light was to emanate. It was extremely awkward but they managed to get the shots taken before it was too late. Peter couldn't help it just as they finished his final bit of control was lost and he began ejaculating large amounts of cum onto the floor. Blushing all over the young teenager ran and locked himself in the bathroom extremely embarrassed. Kelly stood stunned staring at the mess on the floor while Tara began to laugh hysterically which did nothing for Peter's embarrassment.



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I retired from the military more than twenty years ago, but I still maintain my membership in the NCO Club at the local air base, and go there two or three times a week to eat and to have a few drinks in the bar. The prices there are a lot better than at any place in town.

I'm also, if I say so myself, a pretty decent photographer.

Last Saturday I went to the NCO Club after spending the afternoon at the photo hobby shop printing pictures of a young exotic dancer I had met at one of the adult peep show theaters and had talked into posing for a few nude and semi-nude photos.

The shots of Tina were erotic, but far from being pornographic. They were the kind that were common in the early Playboy magazines. That is, while they showed her breasts, she was always turned in such a way that even when completely nude, her pubes were hidden. They were tasteful pictures that could be looked at by anyone except the most severe prudes.

A couple of the guys in the bar saw me looking at my pictures while sipping at a snifter of brandy and asked if they could see them. I'm egotistical enough that I said, "Sure. Pull up some chairs and look."

They did. They also asked questions about each pose, and of course about Tina. Sgt. Jackson said he did quite a bit of photography himself, and had always wanted to do some nude studies, but didn't know where to find a girl who would pose for him.

Sgt. Milford, a bit younger than Jackson, made a number of comments about how much he'd like to get Tina into bed, but expressed no interest in photography. I chose to ignore him after that, and he soon left.

SSgt. Konrad seemed particularly interested, but said little.

I talked to Sgt. Jackson for a while. I told him how I had seen Tina doing her dance at the peep show place, and had approached her when she took a break at the end of her set. I also advised him that if he were going to get girls to pose for him that, it was vital to get them to sign a model release. I also gave him the web address of a site that has sample model and property releases for use by photographers, and told him to download a couple and then modify them for his use.

SSgt Konrad stayed behind when Jackson left. "Mr. Hardon," he said, "I'm not sure how to ask this. I have a request that may seem a bit odd."

As he said this, he was blushing. You don't often see a grown man blush. That made me curious.

"Well, why don't you tell me, and let me decide whether what you want is odd or not."

"Can we go somewhere? I don't want any of these guys to hear what I'm going to ask you."

"Well, my home is only a couple of miles away. I live alone. We can talk there if you wish, and I can also show you some of my other pictures, if you're interested."

"Great. I'll follow you in my car."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my home. As we entered I asked Jerry (he had told me his first name while we were walking to our cars) if he would like anything to drink while we looked at pictures and talked. He asked for a beer.

I left him sitting in the living room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of Grolsh pilsner for him, and to pour a snifter of Asbach Uralt for myself. I'm quite partial to that German Weinbrandt (brandy).

When I returned to the living room, Jerry was thumbing through a stack of prints I had left on the coffee table. Some were landscapes, some were similar to the ones he had seen at the club, and a few were what I consider soft porn. That is they showed nude women with their genitals fully exposed. In a couple, the models had their labia spread and were fingering their clits.

Jerry was blushing again. "Mr. Hardon," he said as he looked at one of the shots of a girl fingering herself, "I want you to take some pictures like this of my wife."

That set me back a little.

"Why do you want me to take them? Why don't you take them yourself?"

"Well, I could take them of Linda, but I also want you to take some of me, and some of Linda and me together."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You see, I just got orders to go to Iraq. Linda and I have never been separated since we got married. We love one another, and we both love sex. I want you to take pictures for us to look at while I'm gone. Make two sets, one for her and one for me."

"Your request is a little odd, alright, but I see no problem. I will want both you and Linda to sign model releases for me. That's to protect me in case either of you later have second thoughts about posing nude and perhaps in positions that are – shall we say a bit risqué."

"I understand. But I really do want these pictures, and I'm sure Linda will too."

We talked a bit longer. I gave Jerry my phone number and said, "Go home. Tell Linda about our conversation and see if she feels like you do about posing for these pictures that you want. If she does, call me either tonight or tomorrow and we'll make an appointment for a shooting session."

Jerry called me at noon the next day.

"Mr. Hardon, I talked to Linda after I got home yesterday. She's not sure about posing."

"I understand, Jerry. I think most women would be a little reluctant to pose for such pictures."

"It's not that, Mr. Hardon. She wants the pictures as much as I do. But, she doesn't know you, and isn't sure about letting someone she doesn't know and trust take them."

I thought about what he said and then said, "Tell you what; why don't you and Linda meet me in the dining room at the club tonight. We can have dinner together and get to know one another.

"There's no need for her to make a decision tonight. We can just have a friendly visit. After dinner, if she wants, we can go back to my home and let her look at the pictures you looked at last night.

"Then you can call me again in a day or two and tell me what she wants to do."

"Hey, that sounds great. Let me call Linda to see if dinner tonight is okay with her. I'll call you right back."

Ten minutes later Jerry called and told me he and Linda would meet me at the club at seven o'clock that evening.

Linda is a gorgeous red head with beautiful, large jade green eyes. She is tall – five foot six, and weights about a hundred and twenty pounds. Her breasts are not huge: 34C, but they are firm hemispheres with no sag to them at all. Her waist is small and flares into a nicely shaped thirty-five inch butt. She could make a great living modeling hose. Her legs and feet are stunningly beautiful.

Dinner went well. I bought lobster thermador and a bottle of Piesporter spätelese for us. Neither Jerry nor Linda had eaten lobster thermador before, and were impressed by the delicate flavor. Linda also liked the wine. After the meal, I had the waiter bring us another bottle, but this time I ordered an Auslese. I don't normally drink Auslese, it's too sweet for my taste, but under the circumstance I felt it would be a good dessert drink.

With her first sip, Linda smiled and said, "My gosh, Lange. I had no idea that a wine could be so delicious."

We sat and visited until we had finished that bottle, and then drove to my home. There we looked through the pictures that Jerry had seen the night before. None of them seemed to shock Linda. In fact, she began to breathe heavily as she looked at a couple of them in which the model's vagina was wide open and glistening.

"Lange, these are beautiful pictures. You really know how to make your models look good."

"Thank you, Linda."

"Do you have any of male nudes?"

"Not many. I took a few when I took a course in figure photography at the university a couple of years ago, but there's little market for pictures of nude men except for sales to gay magazines."

"That's too bad. A lot of women I know would love to be able to get pictures of good looking nude men."

"I'll keep that in mind. If I run into any men who are willing to pose, I may try a session or two."

At that point, Jerry spoke up.

"Well, what do you think Linda? Shall we let Lange take pictures of us?"

Linda looked at Jerry, and then at me. She chewed her lower lip a moment and then said, "Let me sleep on that a while." Then she turned to me and said, "Lange, I like your pictures, and I like you. I think it would be fun to let you take the pictures Jerry wants, but I'm not sure I'm ready just yet."

"Linda, that's okay. You don't have to make a commitment tonight. Think about it for as long as you need to. Have Jerry call me when you make up your mind. I'd like to take the pictures, but I'll understand if you decide to not pose for them."

She leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Lange."

After saying goodbye, they left. It was a week later when Jerry called me and asked when we could get together for a photo shoot.

After talking for a short time, we agreed to meet at Jerry's and Linda's home at one o'clock the next Saturday afternoon.

When I arrived at the Konrad home I had a car full of equipment. A Haselblad with a sheet film adaptor, a Canon 35mm SLR, and a new Nikon digital that I had recently bought, but had not yet used. I also had several spot lights on tri-pod poles, some reflectors, and a switch box that allowed me to control all of the lights from one place.

Jerry helped me carry the equipment into the house. Before setting up, I had both Jerry and Linda sign their model releases. With that out of the way, I asked, "Where do you want to so this shoot? In the bedroom, or someplace else?"

Jerry said they probably ought to start in the bedroom, but might want a few shots in some of the other rooms.

While Jerry and I set the lights up in the bedroom, Linda went into the bathroom to change into a baby doll nighty for the first set of pictures.

When she came back into the bedroom, I got an instant erection. Her nighty was so transparent that I could see every detail of her body. Her pubic hair was the same shade of red as the hair on her head. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I imagined them. The areolas were not overly large, but they did protrude slightly from the body of each breast, and were crowned by already erect nipples that were nearly a half inch long, and a quarter inch in diameter.

Before beginning the shoot, I had a few technical matters to go over with them.

"Jerry," I asked, "Do you want hard copy prints, or would you prefer that I copy everything to a DVD for you so that you can view the pictures on your computer?"

Linda spoke first. "Which do you think would be best?"

"Well," I said, "If you both have access to a computer, there are some real advantages to having the pictures on a DVD. On the other hand, if one or the other of you doesn't have a computer on which to view them, then prints would be best."

Jerry then said, "We'll both have computers. I'm taking my laptop with me, and Linda will have the desktop computer here."

"Okay. In that case I suggest that you get the pictures on a DVD."

"Why," Linda asked.

"Well for one thing, a DVD will take less space in Jerry's things than a stack of photos would, and for a second thing; a DVD wouldn't be as accessible to other people as would hard copy prints."

"Oh, I like that last reason," Linda said.

"Yeah," Jerry added, "Other guys don't need to be gawking and pictures of Linda and me in the kind of pictures you're going to take today."

"Good. The I'll use my digital camera. That will save a lot of darkroom time, and make it real easy to get the pictures onto a couple of DVDs for you."

"Now, Linda, let's get some pictures of you in that baby doll outfit you're wearing."

"Where do you want me?"

For the next ten minutes, I took a series of pictures of Linda in various parts of the room, and in different poses. I then suggested that she either change into something else, or remove the nighty for some nude shots. She chose to change into a pair of black lace, crotch-less panties. God, she looked hot.

I shot a dozen pictures of her in those panties. She was on their bed in all of those shots. For some she was lying demurely, showing nothing bur her gorgeous tits and the rounded curves of her panty clad butt. In others she was spread eagled and showing the red hairs of her pussy between the black edges of the panties that were open just enough to suggest, but not really show the presence of her pussy. And, in still other, she spread herself open to clearly show her inner labia and the entrance to her vagina.

With her still in those crotch-less scanties, I shot several pictures of her masturbating with a fourteen inch purple vibrator.

As a transition to the next set of shots, I photographed her removing her panties, and then shot a masturbation series in which she used a very life-like twelve-inch dildo to fuck herself.

The entire time that Linda was getting herself off with the vibrator and dildo, I had a hard-on that threatened to rip a hole in my trousers.

After that, Jerry suggested that he'd like to have some pictures of Linda in the shower. That sounded good to me.

We carried two of the photofloods into the bathroom and set them up to get the best lighting of the tub and shower area. Linda stepped into the tub, turned on the shower, and I began shooting. I did not try to have her pose. I merely took pictures as she soaped herself, and rinsed the soap from her body.

I especially got some shots of her washing her tits and her pussy.

Then Jerry surprised me.

"Darling," he said, "Let Lange get a couple of shots of you pissing."

"Are you sure you want pics of that?" Linda asked.

"Damn right!" was Jerry's reply.

"Okay. Lange, are you ready for this?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I'm ready when you are."

Linda bent her knees a little, reached down and spread her labia, and cut loose.

I got ten shots before her stream slowed to a dribble. Five of those finally made it to the DVD I delivered to Jerry and Linda a couple of days later.

When Linda got out of the shower she said, "Lange, while I'm repairing my make up, why don't you go back to the bedroom and take some pictures of Jerry."

In the bedroom, I asked Jerry what he thought Linda wanted to see in the pictures of him. He answered that they had talked about that, and that she wanted some really good shots of him with an erection, and some of him jacking off. She especially wanted one of him coming.

I saw mo difficulty getting a set that would give Linda all she could hope for short of the real thing. I then said, "You know that with this digital camera I can get a twenty second movie clip. Since Linda wants a picture of you ejaculating, why don't we use the camera's movie mode to shoot than?"

"Oh yeah! Linda would really flip over that. She loves to watch me come."

"Okay, but you'll have to give me about a five second warning before you start ejaculating. I want to be sure I get the last couple of seconds of you stroking your cock and then the complete come shot."

I set up a black background for the orgasm movie and then had Jerry pose for a series of shots of him bare-chested and wearing a pair of jeans. I then posed him in just his jockey shorts, with and without an erection. Finally, I took a dozen of so shots of him with a naked hard-on. Then it was time for the jack-off and come movie sequence.

Linda came into the bedroom just as we were getting ready to start. Jerry told her what we were doing and she responded by clapping her hands like an excited little girl and saying, "Oh goody. I can't wait. Do it. Do it now."

Jerry stood in front of the black background and began to masturbate. While he did that, I adjusted the lighting so that there were no shadows visible in the viewfinder of my camera, just a good, sharp image of Jerry beating his meat.

It took Jerry about ten minutes before he said, "Get ready. I'm about to come."

"Let it rip," I said as I tripped the shutter on my Nikon.

Three seconds later (Yes, I counted them.) Jerry began to squirt. The lighting was perfect. For seventeen seconds, the camera captured every spurt of semen as it shot from the end of Jerry's penis.

When Jerry stopped coming, Linda clapped her hands and said, "Oh, Jerry, that was beautiful. I'm going to have such fun fingering myself while watching that."

We took a coffee break in the kitchen for the next forty-five minutes; mostly to give Jerry time to recover from his orgasm. The next set of pictures were to be of him and Linda together, and he needed to be hard for those.

"Let's do a little planning," I said between sips of coffee, "What do you two want to show in this next set?"

Jerry spoke up first.

"Linda is always hot when I've been gone on TDY for a few days. Why don't we re enact one of my homecomings."

"Ummm, that would be fun." Linda added.

"Okay. That sounds good to me. I take it we'll start at the front door and work our way back to the bedroom."

"Yeah. That's it," Jerry replied.

Jerry went to change into his fatigue uniform and to get his B-4 bag out of the closet. While he did that, Linda and I finished our coffee and talked a little more about what they usually did when Jerry returned from a TDY trip. By the time Jerry came back into the kitchen, the things Linda told me had my dick so stiff I thought it would break off when I had to stand up.

"You guys ready?" Jerry asked as he came into the kitchen carrying his B-4 bag.

"I am," Linda said with more than a little excitement in her voice.

"I am too," I said. "Let's get this done. I still have another appointment at six this evening."

Jerry and I went outside. I took a couple of shots of him walking to the front door and being greeted by Linda who opened the door just as he was about to use his key to unlock it.

I then went inside and shot a couple of pictures of Linda going to open the door, and kissing Jerry as he stepped inside.

Let me tell you, that was one hot kiss. I've seen my share of porn movies, but the professionals could take lessons from Linda and Jerry.

Those two began undressing one another there in the hallway. By the time we got back to their bedroom I had shot two dozen pictures, and they were down to under shorts and panties. Clothing was strewn from the front door to the bedroom door.

As they got to the bedroom door, Jerry picked Linda up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Their mouths were glued together in an open-mouthed kiss the entire time.

They fell onto the bed with Linda under Jerry. He broke their kiss and move immediately to he right tit. Her erect nipple disappeared between his lips, and then was drawn up and out as he sucked it and backed away stretching that ruby nub until suddenly if slipped from between his lips and retreated with an audible snap.

For several minutes, they mock wrestled, kissing, stroking one another's genitals and in general enjoying a spontaneous intimacy that had me envying their love for one another, and at the same time about to come in my pants.

Then they got down to business. The last of their clothing landed on the floor, and they moved into a sixty-nine position.

Those two obviously loved the taste of sex. They sucked, they licked, the chewed. They stimulated one another's genitals in every way possible with their lips and tongues.

Both instinctively knew when the other was about to come, and backed off just long enough to let the need to orgasm lessen. Then they resumed and again brought their lover to the brink. Finally Linda could take no more foreplay. "Fuck me Jerry. Do it now. I need you in me."

Jerry rolled over onto his back. The tip of his seven inch cock glistened with a coating of pre-come.

Linda straddled him, grabbed his cock and raised it up to meet her pussy. Its head disappeared between her red haired outer labia. She rubbed it back and forth in her slot a couple of time, then seated it in her opening and sank down on it.

She became a real cowgirl. She was in the saddle and bouncing as though at a full gallop.




Photo Shoot



"Oh yeah, arch your back a little more, that's it" Daniel snapped pictures wildly as I spread myself across his car," perfect, blow me a kiss! These are gonna look great on the cover of Import Tuner!" I smiled as I slid off the hood to pose in the driver's seat. We'd been shooting pictures for about an hour and I could tell he was slightly hot and bothered. I took off my tank top and stood next to his Honda Civic in just my bra, miniskirt and stilettos, his mouth dropped open and his eyes got bigger," Oh Cami, you're so beautiful," he breathed. I knew he loved my stomach, and I was rather proud of it myself.

"Two can play at this game," he smiled as he took of his muscle shirt to reveal that delicious six pack of his. His eyes flashed as I became more and more aroused, he flexed slightly and I knew I was gonna need a change of clothes after we were through," Why don't you hop in?"

"Fine I guess we're even then," I said rolling down the window. I sat in the driver's seat and put my feet out the window, rubbing them together. I crossed my arms and pushed my breasts together. A lustful look crossed his face and he almost dropped the camera.

"Damn, Cami, how do you do this to me?" he stood in awe for a few minutes before remembering the camera he had in his hands. He looked at it like it was an alien object, like he was trying to remember what to do with it. As the camera clicked one picture after another I saw the bulge in his jeans growing rapidly.

"Are you sure you'll be able to finish the shoot without shooting one off?" I asked him casually. He looked down as if just noticing his stiffening erection.

"I think so," Daniel is always so cute when he's horny," now kneel next to the tire."

"As you wish," I smiled devilishly and spread my legs to expose my g-string as I got out of the car, I heard him draw a sharp breath as he struggled to stay focused. I knelt next to the tire and put my arms above me, resting them on the hood. The camera snapped a few more before I changed positions, I rested on the balls of my feet and opened my knees as far as the miniskirt would allow," That's it, Cami that's as much as I can stand," he put the camera down on the ground and leaned in to kiss me roughly. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, teasing. My breath became heavy as he raised my skirt, touching the triangle of fabric covering his treasure. He unhooked my bra and began teasing my nipples, while still moving his fingers across my silken thong. He put his arms under my thighs and lifted me onto the hood, his tongue leaving a wet trail all the way down my stomach. He unzipped my skirt and kissed ever inch of newly exposed skin as he slid it off.

"Oh, Daniel," I breathed as I realized what he was going to do. I ran my fingers through his hair, curling it at the ends and pulling gently at it. His tongue flicked over my now aroused sex through the fabric, making me writhe beneath him. I was totally at his mercy now and he knew it. He nibbled around my thighs and finally took the elastic between his teeth, as he slid the skimpy undies off of me he gripped my hips and dug his fingers in deep. I moaned to let him know he was doing all the right things, I arched my back as the thong fell from my ankles.

He lifted each of my legs onto his shoulders and kissed his way up and down them until he reached my center. My breath hitched as he teased me, his tongue darting over my most sensitive of places. When he finally took my clit between his lips and sucked I felt like I was going to explode, my orgasm hit so strongly I was sure I was going to fall off the car. He held me in place despite my struggles as he continued his attack. I finally opened my eyes to see him looking straight at me, this pushed me over the edge and I came once again, he licked me clean and then looked into my eyes again.

The wonderful thing about Daniel is that he loves watching me and in turn doesn't mind it when I watch him. In fact sometimes we get so turned on by just the look on the other's face we'll both come simultaneously.

The animalistic side of him began to come out as he buried his head between my thighs, all I could do was shudder as I tried to catch my breath. His skillful tongue flicked up and down across my lips and finally down to my slit, he looked into my eyes as he wiggled it inside me. I froze, it felt so good I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even say his name or shudder, as if he knew what I wanted he continued, savagely bringing me to another orgasm. He sucked at my clit again and this time I squealed loudly, coming yet again.

I knew he couldn't wait any longer as I heard him unzip his jeans, I pictured what he must've looked like. His head round and pink, veins pulsing with desire down that beautiful 7 inch shaft. I moaned as he rubbed the head from where my lips parted to my entrance, teasing me violently. He pushed the head inside me and thrust a few times, letting me adjust to his size, before lengthening his strokes and rotating his hips.

He knew just what I liked and how I liked it, he thrust into me roughly putting so much force behind it he had to dig his fingers in my hips to hold me still. I sat up and wrapped my legs around his waist, he grabbed onto my ass and lifted me up slightly to get a better angle before pounding into me again. I bit his neck violently as I came again, suckling, leaving marks. He groaned slightly as he felt my teeth brush across his shoulder," Oh yeah, Cami," he breathed as I sank them into him, biting hard and sucking to leave one of those hickies he loves so much on him. 

He loves it when I mark him, and when I'm finished he pushes my head aside with his nose exposing my tender neck. He pulls almost all the way out and then, as his teeth begin clamping down on that blissful area, forces his way right back into me rougher this time. With every thrust his teeth sink deeper and deeper, he sucks and before I know it I'm screaming his name again as he hits me with orgasm after orgasm. He doesn't let up until I feel like I'll pass out if he gives me one more without some kind of a break.

He looked into my eyes and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. I felt the his head stroke up and down, teasing my entrance, getting himself ready for the pleasure ahead. I moaned loudly and sat up on my elbows to look at him, he pulled me to him and I felt every inch of him slide inside of me slowly. He threw his head back and savored the sensation, gently moving his hips back and forth," Oh Daniel, you feel so good!" I whisper breathlessly to him as he leans over me, his chest resting on mine.

"I love you, Cami," he whispers back as his thrusts become more rapid and harder.

"I love you too," I could barely get the words out as he continued pumping in and out of me and growing with every thrust. Another orgasm hit me and my head reeled with growing pleasure. He didn't stop, he just kept pounding and pounding until I was sure I was going to pass out, then he got me to my breaking point and paused. He looked straight into my eyes and treasured the desperate expression that occupied my face.

"Daniel..." I pleaded helplessly beneath him.

"What do you want? Huh?" he smiled as he slowly began stroking me again.

"I want you, Daniel, harder, faster!" I begged.

"All you have to do is ask," he snickered and began slamming himself into me harder than ever," Ohhhh Cami, you're so sexy!" his breathing became ragged and I felt him pulse inside me, I knew it wouldn't be long. He forced me into four orgasms back to back and drove me insane before finally screaming my name and collapsing on top of me.

"Cami, oh baby, I love you so much," he said between breaths.

"I love you too sweetie," I wrapped my arms around his back and began petting him. He leaned up slightly to kiss me and I felt him giggle as our tongues wrestled each other for position. When we were finally too exhausted to stay in that position, he pulled away from me and I moaned as I felt myself become vacant," Now let's go inside and take a long shower," he cooed in my ear.

"All right, my love, I'll get you all cleaned up," he took me by the hand and lead me back into the house for a shower, dinner, and finally a nice long cuddle in bed.



Photo Shoot



Will my sexual addiction show no bounds? That I cannot even manage to keep my hands off my lover while my daughter is downstairs watching a movie?

Apparently I give into my base desires at the drop of a hat when I'm around my lover. All I meant to do was drop off some camping equipment and snap a few photos of him in his SEXY uniform for the website. Let's just say I got more than I bargained for.

After settling my daughter to watch Hell Boy downstairs, we meandered upstairs for our photo shoot. Seeing him in that uniform had me wet as it was, but taking the pictures made it worse. Especially when he took off his shirt and all those rippling pectorals were visible. That damn sexy collar bone of his did me in. I practically lunged forward and began nibbling and suckling the flesh gently. While I did that he removed my pull over and began nibbling on my throat. At that point I didn't care how many more marks he left on my flesh, I needed him like I needed food and water.

Makes me wonder, am I addicted? At that point who gives a fuck, because I sure as hell didn't.

Turning me around to face the bed he walked over to close the door just in case my daughter should come upstairs. Returning to me he removed my top, tossing the bra aside as he sidled up close. My hand reaching back to cup his already hard cock as he cupped my breasts, tweaking the nipple rings between his fingers. Pushing my hair aside he bite down on my collar bone, causing me to writhe and moan against him. My hand caressing the length of him through the pants. I turned around then and played with his nipples with my mouth as I unbuckled his pants, wanting to get my lips on that cock of his right away.

Pulling his pants and briefs down over his knees, I lean over and suck on the head of his cock, stroking the base. Making sure he's ready for me I move back and remove the rest of my clothes. Insistent he removes his boots and such, refusing to fuck me with his boots on Dammit!

Naked now, I bend over the edge of his bed as he moves behind me, teasing my pussy lips with his cock. He works the head against my clit slowly, as if I could get any wetter at this point. Grasping the bed sheets I angle upwards as he thrusts into me, his cock fitting perfectly against my tight walls. He thrusts into me, hands gripping my hips tightly as he begins to fuck me with fervor. Though I cannot see his face, I'm sure he is having as much fun as I am. He especially loved being able to spank my ass while he's fucking me. The sounds of my moans lost with the sounds of the movie coming from downstairs. I cum at least twice while he's fucking me against his bed, when he reaches his own climax shortly thereafter.

Patting my ass he says to get on the bed so he can fuck me missionary for a bit. Crawling onto the bed slowly, I turn around onto my back and part my legs for him. He knows that I'm still wet and ready for him. Thrusting into me with renewed energy he whispers into my ear, "You know your daughter is right downstairs." In which I respond, " Who cares? Fuck me harder baby." In the back of my head I know that's not the right answer, but like I said earlier I was beyond caring at that time.

Moving my legs over his shoulders he pounds into me while gripping my wrists. This causing his cock to rub against my cervix making me all the hotter. Minutes pass as we change the position of my legs to curl against my chest, his thrusts harder now. He is the picture of a man fucking to his hearts content, the sweat dripping on his brow urging me to wipe it off. He pauses and lets me lick the sweat off his brow, wiping it over his shoulders and arms. I love that I can make him sweat as he fucks me.

As I cum again, my pussy clenches around him tightly my juices flowing along my walls. Making me even slicker now this causes him to climax again. His cums on my pussy and belly, thrusting back into me as soon as he can. My legs are gripping his sides as our fuck'fest continues.

We are both oblivious but lucky at the same time that my daughter remains a good girl and stays downstairs. And that the movie is loud enough to stifle the noise coming from upstairs.

Looking down at me with a smile on his face he asks to cum inside of me. Knowing that I can trust him I say yes, especially since I've already drained him dry of any semen. He starts fucking me harder, ramming deep into my pussy. I watch the expressions on his face as they play across his features. My legs tighten around his sides as my hips move along to his thrusts. I can feel the building of his climax as his cock twitches inside of me, balls pulsing against my ass gently.

With a final thrust he orgasms inside of me, the throbbing of his cock setting off another of my own. I cannot help but to ride him as he pulses within my pussy. His moans of pleasure encourage me to continue thrusting against him now.

He is spent and sated for now. So am I, for the time being until the hunger over takes me again.



Photo Shoot



Jarred Stone by age 23 had been a veteran of the gay porn industry. Having just signed a very lucrative contract with Titan media studio for five additional movies he would receive residuals that could make him a rich man. He had modeled nude.

Physically he was quite gifted. Blue eyes, ash blond medium long hairstyle with long side bangs combed behind his ears, full lips, a straight nose, and an angular face made him very cute. He had a solidly built, muscular five foot ten frame. His ass filled a pair of briefs beautifully. He could boast an eight inch by 1.7 inch diameter penis when fully erect.

There had been a time not too long ago when he was just another pretty boy who wanted to make a name for himself. Photo sessions and making low budget porn movies seemed to him the right path. I would help to start him on his way. 

I had made all the arrangements for a photo shoot to take place. It would be on a Monday morning outdoors set against the backdrop of hilly pine forest. At ten in the morning of the photo shoot he had arrived there in his Hummer. 

He came walking toward me from his vehicle dressed in tight jeans and a T shirt that accentuated the muscles in his upper body. Even at a good distance I could see the outline of well developed pectoral and deltoid muscles.

"I'm glad that you could come. I've been looking forward to this opportunity."

"I'm happy to be here."

Conditions for the photo shoot were perfect. The sky was blue and almost cloudless. The sun warned the air.

"With or without your clothes you're very photogenic."

"Thanks," he replied.

"Okay," I said, "Let's start modestly with just your shirt off and we'll progress from there."

My first few photo shots allowed him to be modest. Standing against his Hummer on the driver's side Jarred pulled off the blue T shirt and placed it on the roof. Folding his arms across his six pack abs, he also flexed his pectoral muscles. I shot the first picture.

He is so hot! I'll do a few more of him dressed. I want him naked.

The next pose was a bicep flex. My Nikon recorded the baseball sized muscles.

"I hope some day to make gay porno movies."

His last comment struck a nice chord. I'm going to enjoy shooting these pictures.

"I work for a gay web sight, five years now."

By this time we were both ready for the real photo session. I'm through letting him be modest.

Jarred rephrased my thoughts. "Let's do it!"

We began with partial nudity. For his first pose he pulled his jeans just inches. I zoomed the lens to capture his mid section. The lens zoomed a little closer, this time capturing the tent pole while he stood in just blue briefs.

"This time lose the briefs."

My lens captured his huge sex pointing up toward his face. Instinctively he closed his hand around it at the base leaving inches showing above the top. I shot this picture then another. He slid that hand down between his legs and the camera captured this shot as well. He held his cock straight out for another shot.

By now I wanted to photo different poses. Jarred climbed onto the hood of his Hummer and raised his legs to show the lens just a little bit of ass crack. 

"I've got a sex toy with me."

"Perfect," I said.

His dildo was eight inches long, flesh toned and with a suction cup at the base. It was realistic in every detail including the feel of it.

Holding it in his hand, he inserted it slowly into the orifice moaning softly as it entered. His hole took five inches of the toy. He slid it slowly back and forth while I shot one picture then another.

By the time I had shot a dozen pictures we were both ready for a brief break and chat.

"I was in high school when I knew that I'm gay."

"Same here," I answered.

"I'd love to see all the pictures after we're done today."

"Sure," I replied. "Give me your e-mail address."

By now I wanted to be naked with him right then and there because I missed the sex. It had been a few months since the breakup with Paul. The funny thing is that I don't remember my X being this gorgeous.

At that time he had not been out of high school very long, maybe a couple of years. Given his build, he was probably a jock. Football, I guessed.

"Did you play sports at all?"

"Nope, Just weightlifting and hi protein shakes," he answered.

He began posing again. This time the suction cup held the dildo firm to the hood of his car. Riding the toy up and down slowly, he jerked himself. I shot the picture then another picture.

"These will be great on the sight, but I need some cock."

Laying down the camera in it's leather bag, I removed my own clothing. He gazed at my lean frame then gestured with his finger for me to approach him. My own cock was hard by now.

While he lay on the hood of the car I went atop him pressing my body against his. My throbbing cock pushed against his large balls. My lips pressed against his lips.

Our mouths opened allowing our tongues inside to lick.

Jarred and I (he was not Jarred then but just Tommy) hopped off the hood into the soft bed of grass for some real action. He lay back, throwing his feet over his head. My cock pushed slowly into his waiting hole and slid back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. 

"There's about a dozen photos in the camera. They'll all be published to the web sight."

"Thanks," he replied.

"Good luck with your career," I said.



Photo Shoot



"I have a surprise for you," said Jared as he walked in the door and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. He kissed her neck tenderly before she said.

"What is it?" asked Emma

"Oh you will have to wait and see...but I guarantee you are gonna love it," Jared smiled as he inhaled her scent. Emma always smelled like jasmine and ginger. There was always something tropical and heated whenever she glanced his way. It was one of the things he loved about her.

"Get your bag we're going out," said Jared dressed in his business suit.

Emma shot Jared a surprised look but quickly ran to grab her bag. "Do I need to change?" she asked looking down at her own clothing.

"No baby, that dress will suit you fine," said Jared bending down to kiss her softly.

The kiss quickly turned heated when Emma slipped her tongue into Jared's mouth.

Jared groaned into her kiss as she probed more deeply brushing her leg against the increasing bulge in his pants. "Baby stop," grunted Jared as she grasped his hardness through his pants. "Plenty of time for that later,"

"You promise?" purred Emma. "Because I will hold you to it you know," Emma licked her lips as she thought about how hard Jared really was at this moment. She could think of a million things to do that didn't require going out.

"Of course baby, you'll like this," said Jared as Emma grabbed her jacket and bag.

As they got into the car, all of the sudden Emma felt a strange sense of nervousness. Why? This was Jared. She was never nervous with him. But tonight seem to indicate that there was something different going to happen

The scenery past by quickly and Emma began to recognize the direction they were heading, Jared turned to her and asked "Are you alright baby?"

"Yeah I'm fine why are we going to Sam's apartment?" asked Emma.

"That's where the surprise is...trust me Emma it will be good," Jared gave her his most comforting smile. He had been planning this for awhile. It just felt right the right time and moment.

Emma racked her mind trying to think of what possibly could be her surprise.

When they got out of the car and approached the two storey apartment the door opened a tall thickly muscled man walked out "Jared, I've got everything set up,"

Emma shot a look to Jared. What in the world was Sam talking about. This was going to be a good surprise? What the hell was going on? All these questions raced through her mind as she entered the apartment behind Jared.

"Thanks Sam, this is going to be great," said Jared as he entered the bedroom. The lavish golden and bronze room had a large king size bed and a professional looking camera set up on a tripod in the corner of the room.

Emma stopped as she took in everything. She slowly turned to Jared and asked "Ummm....Jared what exactly is the surprise that you talked about?"

"You know how you've wanted to get photos done for awhile now? I decided for our anniversary I could get Sam to do it," said Jared huskily. A spike of arousal lanced through her.

"They won't just be photos of me, will they?" Emma knew the answer before Jared responded. She also knew that no matter what the answer she wanted what was going to happen.

"Of course not baby," said Jared kissing her neck as he led her over the bedside table.

Sam pushed a roll of film into the camera and said "Ready to start when you are buddy,"

Sam's gaze landed on Emma and another shiver of arousal shot down her spine. What in the world? This was Sam. She never felt that way about Sam before. But for the briefest moment she wanted him in the pictures with her and Jared.

Jared kissed her slowly while the camera flashed, Emma melted into his kiss as he cupped her breast, her hard nipple straining at the fabric encasing her.

Emma forgot about the camera and where she was. She could only feel. Jared's fingers circled her nipple making it stand on end against the dress. If it got any harder she would burst into flames. She groaned against his teasing caresses, her hands reached up by themselves and began pulling at Jared's tie. Once she had loosened it she pulled it open letting it sit on him, she unbuttoned the middle of his shirt and slipped a hand inside stroking and caressing the flat hard planes of his chest. Jared gasped as she unexpectantly grabbed hold of his hardened nipple

Emma's fingernail grazed his nipple and Jared's gasp turned into a groan when she bent her head and replaced her fingers with her mouth. His hands fell away from her as she sucked and licked his nipple while her hands unbuttoned his shirt, she pushed her other hand into his shirt and rubbed and scrapped his other nipple. While Sam caught their movements with his professional eye.

Vaguely Jared was aware of flash in the corner of his eye. Emma was working his way down to his pants. Her tongue was working miracles on his stomach. It was now circling just above his pant line. Just a little lower...

She unbuckled his belt and pulled it open her tongue tracing the ridges of his stomach while she unbuttoned his pants and dragged the zipper down. Jared groaned in anticipation and then frustration as Emma stood up and pushed off his jacket and pulled out his tie. She pulled him in for a steamy kiss as she tugged his pants down. One of her hands reached down and pushed inside his boxers she grasped hold of his throbbing hardness and began stroking him tenderly. They remained facing the camera at all times while she teased him, stroking him as you would stroke a cat.

Sam looked through his lens. The scene before him was doing more than creating a mild friction. He wanted to taste Emma. And he wanted to replace her hand with his own on Jared. And that surprised him more than anything. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his black jeans as Jared regained some sense of control he pulled the straps of Emma's dress down exposing her plump breasts to the room her hard nipples poking straight out. He groaned as she squeezed him tightly.

The dress puddled around her waist. Sam licked his lips as he snapped another picture, he wanted to taste those perfect pearls as Jared bent his head and grazed one with his tongue. Emma threw her head back and moaned again. Her whole body vibrated with heat.

Jared gasped against her breasts as her nails grazed against his throbbing flesh. "I need you in my mouth Jared," said Emma. She slid her hand out of his boxers and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Then slid his boxers down revealing his thick generous manhood

Emma grasped the base of his cock and leaned forward to touch the tip of her tongue to his slit. "I just want a little nibble," she said between shallow licks.

Jared groaned long and deep the sound rumbling from his throat as she dragged her teeth up and down his shaft while her tongue flicked out and lashed across the highly sensitized tip. She grasped the base of his thick cock and stroked her hands up the length of him making sure to scrape her nails up the quivering flesh. Jared staggered as his legs began to feel like jelly from the intense sensation.

With a little help from Emma, Jared fell backwards onto the bed. She followed him never dislodging her mouth. She began a slow suction that increased in strength. With one large swallow she took all of him into her mouth to the back of her throat. Jared cried out and buried his hands in her hair as the intense sensations surged through him he fought against the release that was battering against him. Emma wanted Jared to spill into her mouth now she knew the one way that she could get this to happen, she clamped her throat muscles around his pulsing manhood as her fingers reached under his hips spreading his back passage she quickly shoved her thumb deep inside him. Jared cried out as his back arched from the bed, his orgasm blinded him with the white flash of intense pleasure as he pumped himself down her throat.

Sam had his hands tightly clenched on the tripod stand as his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, sweat forming on his brow as Jared recovered from the intense blowjob he just received.

Sam watched as Emma sat up and wiped her mouth. Her bunched up dress showed her ass perfectly and he got a glimpse of perfectly rounded globes and the small thatch of material that comprised her thong. He wanted to remove it with his teeth. God this watching business was harder then it had ever been for him.

He never had to have watched a couple that gave off so much energy as Jared and Emma. Emma squealed as Jared tossed her onto the bed and pulled her dress off her. She groaned as he nipped her thighs his tongue lashing over her sweat coated skin, Jared found the sweet spot on her body. The little bundle of nerves in her pussy just clamoring for attention. As he lowered his head to feast Emma used one hand to grab hold of headboard. The other wound its way into Jared's hair pushing his face to where she wanted it. Jared dragged her thong down over her hips as her nails dug into his scalp, he burrowed his tongue deep inside her heated passage. Emma shrieked with pleasure as Jared nipped her clit, "You taste so good," groaned Jared as he buried his tongue deep in her again. Emma couldn't help it. Her shrieks turned into screams. Sam watched as Jared's tongue began to slowly slide in and out of her. He couldn't help himself. He palmed his cock through his jeans as the display of Emma spread-eagle began to make him unbearably hard. "Oh God Oh God," Emma's head thrashed on the pillow as the pressure began to build.

Before Emma could peak, Jared left her panting and writhing on the bed before he shoved his iron hard shaft into her and thrust powerfully into her body.

She screamed as she felt every pulsing inch of him. Her wet walls began to spasmodically clench around him. Jared threw back his head and gritted his teeth. The tendons of his neck stood out as he tried to control his motion. All his instincts wanted were for him to push so far into her that she would know she was his.

Emma reached up and dug her sharp nails deep into his back dragging him back down to her she locked him into an intense fiery kiss as he pounded in her, Sam watched them entranced as he continued to take pictures. 'I need more pictures,' Sam thought. 'But a different angle. I want to see him pounding into her,' Sam picked up the camera off the tripod and walked over to side of the bed. He squatted down to see Emma's expression. She was biting her lip in sheer bliss as the sound of wet bodies slapping against each other filled the air.

Sam caught Jared's face as his release broke over him, Emma dug her nails into his back as she clamped over him relishing the feel of him pumping his seed deep inside of her. After their moans of pleasure subsided, Jared slid of her to the side of her. She looked at Sam and stared at the impressive bulge in his pants, he looked very aroused the sweat on his arms and forehead a testament to how he was feeling. She looked to Jared and he grinned at her knowing exactly what she had in mind.

Sam gasped as Emma grasped the bulge in his jeans and pulled him closer to her "You're looking very tense there, can I do anything to help you?" purred Emma as she dragged her nail down the center of his chest. Sam looked to Jared who was grinning to himself. Emma began slowly unbuttoning his black shirt, scraping her nails over his taut heavily defined chest. He shuddered as she dragged her nails over his hard nipples, groaning when she enveloped one of the hard buds in her mouth as her hands finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it out of his jeans and pushed it off his shoulders. Her hands got to work on his belt as her tongue and teeth traced the contours of his chest.

Jared watched Emma intently as she stripped his best friend, after she had pulled down Sam's jeans to reveal a thick cock tenting his black silk boxers he nuzzled into her neck grazing his teeth against her. She groaned as the pleasure washed over her, she grasped Sam's manhood through his boxers and stroked him while her teeth glided over his thighs.

Sam groaned as she hooked her fingers into the band of his boxers and slid them down his thick hard manhood was uncovered, after completely removing his jeans and boxers she surprised him, grabbing his toned ass and bringing him closer to her she quickly engulfed his throbbing cock dragging her teeth down the sensitized flesh. He cried out as the burst of pleasure rocked through him, he grabbed hold of her head as she sucked and nibbled the column of throbbing flesh.

His legs quivered as she pulled back slightly and grasped the base of him with her hands and stroked him. Jared chuckled as Sam stumbled grabbing hold of the bed side table for support, Jared watched them while he fisted his hard cock. Sam cried out in pleasure as Emma lashed his throbbing cock with her tongue. She wanted him to come right now, she completely engulfed his throbbing flesh in her mouth and convulsively swallowed around him while her nails caressed the space between his ass and balls. Sam grabbed hold of the window frame and side table tightly as the pleasure burned through him, he shouted out as his seed ripped from him. His orgasm flooded his senses as all he could see was blinding white. After he came down from his high he staggered and collapsed onto the bed.

"Wow," he groaned as he panted resting against Emma while Jared continued to fist his cock and nibble on Emma's neck.

"Do you want to make it more interesting buddy?" asked Jared.

"What do mean?" asked Sam.

"Emma has always had a fantasy of being taken by two men at the same time," said Jared.

Sam groaned as Emma licked her lips and grasped hold of his hardening member.

"Just need to get you hard again Sam," purred Emma as she stroked him. With her other hand she pulled him in for a searing kiss while Jared placed nipping, sucking kisses down her back. Emma gasped in surprise squeezing Sam when Jared began pushing wet fingers inside her back passage, spreading her. Preparing her for his girth, Sam groaned when she flicked her thumb over his tip. She released him and licked the glistening pearl of his pre-come off her thumb. She groaned and said "You taste so good Sam, almost as good as Jared,"

"I think she's ready buddy," said Jared as he pressed his thumbs inside her. She gasped as he spread her wider, bringing her own fluids from her pussy to lube her up.

"I think she is too," growled Sam grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. He thrust his tongue down her throat and ravaged her mouth while he pushed himself into her folds and slid himself in all the way to the hilt so their pubic bones were rubbing. Sam groaned "God you're so fucking tight," Emma moaned as she took his girth. He was thicker then Jared so it took some stretching for him to settle inside of her. Sam let go of her hands and grasped her waist, he slid out of her slowly before slamming his weight against her nudging her cervix as he pushed himself to the hilt. Emma cried out in pained pleasure as Jared thrust himself in her while Sam pulled out. Soon she was panting and writhing in their hold. They both wrapped their legs over hers tightly grasping her waist as they slammed into her. 

The sensations bombarded her as she felt Sam's powerful chest his thick heavy muscles pressing against her chest. She also felt Jared's very hard chest muscles and sculpted abs pressing against her back. She felt as if she was trapped in a blazing inferno, the heat their bodies gave off stifled her with the waves of burning consuming pleasure as they took turns thrusting into her. She could feel their pace beginning to change as they lost control over themselves. They began to thrust faster losing all rhythm she screamed out in pleasure as she felt both of them inside of her at the same moment. Her orgasm washed over her like a thundering waterfall, she clamped over her lovers as the molten pleasure coursed over her. Sam dug his fingers into her waist and pushed deep inside of her, Jared grunted as the fiery pulse of pleasure rushed over him. He tightened his hold on her waist and drove into her, he could feel Sam's cock in her through the thin membrane. Emma gasped and soundlessly, breathlessly cried out as a second orgasm shattered her when they both exploded flooding her with their essence. Sam and Jared roared in pleasure as they emptied themselves into Emma's shuddering shaking body.

"That was such an amazing anniversary present Jared," panted Emma kissing him after they regained their breath enough to speak.

"It wasn't supposed to go quite like that, but it happened," panted Jared as he spooned his sweaty body against hers. Sam laid against the pillows his heaving body covered with sweat. He couldn't believe what had just happened. They slipped into sleep there on the bed after their exhausting love making activities.

Sometime in the night Emma awoke between the two hard muscular bodies their breathing indicating they were sleeping and thought 'This has been the best present ever.' 



Photo Shoot



This takes place a few days after the 'Party' story.

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After Jules special entertainment at our last party we were discussing what other fantasies to play out, suddenly Jules said, "How about a photo shoot?" 

I was up for that and told her to think of some poses while I fetched the camera hoping for a few sexy shots of her naked in the bedroom.

When I got back she had logged on the pc browsing an amateur posting site, it was obvious she had logged on here before, intrigued I watched as she scrolled through the pages of naked and semi naked pictures.

"Imagine all the guys looking at this site and getting off on seeing these ladies."

Standing up she draped her arms around my neck.

"When our friends saw me naked it got me so wet"

She glanced back at the screen.

"I know you like me to be adventurous but just how naughty do you want me to be?"

Pulling her into me, kissing her hard on the lips and grinding my semi hard cock into her leg I said, "As bad as you want to get."

She pulled away and trailed her fingers gently over my erection.

"Shall we put a picture on here?"

Glancing at the screen I was shocked and excited, my heart was racing. 

First my wife puts on a sexy exhibitionist show for our friends and now she was suggesting that we post naked photos of her on this site.

I turned to Jules.

"Well we only have the pictures I took of you sunbathing topless and bare assed on the beach so lets take one or two in poses similar to what they have posted here." "What is it you have in mind and how far do want to go?" I asked her.

"How about a taking a few shot of me wearing my favourite panties to start with?" 

Was her first suggestion, "Then maybe some naked if I feel ok with it?"

She told me to sit down sort the camera out while she got ready.



Jules came back wearing one of my white shirts and a pair of heels. I sat watching though the camera firing off shots as she slowly unbuttoned the shirt, letting it slide down over her shoulders exposing her cleavage, it was obvious she'd removed the black lacy bra she'd had on earlier.

She stood for a second or two then, face flushed with excitement as she dropped the shirt. 



Standing there wearing nothing but panties and heels she looked sexier than ever. 

She held her arms in front of her partially hiding her breasts, the nipples just visible and rock hard, both hands were clasped together covering the front of her transparent lacy French knickers, not wanting to show too much too soon.

Asking her to turn around, showing her panty-clad bottom I told her how sexy she looked, my cock was rock hard and I had trouble keeping my hands steady as I brought the camera up. 



Standing facing the wall, legs slightly apart, the smooth cheeks of her bottom visible under the legs of her panties she asked.

"Is this sexy enough? Do you think guys will get hard when they see my pictures?"

In answer I pressed the shutter and looked down at the screen, the picture was perfect. 

Jules had turned very slightly as she spoke so one tit was just poking out in a very sexy way.

"If any guy sees these and doesn't get a hard on he's either dead or bent."



Jules laughed and turned to her right leaning forward over a chair giving another tantalising shot of her breasts, she was warming up to this now getting a little aroused. As I took more shots I reflected on how lucky I was to have a wife who wanted to explore our fantasies, who was excited at the thought of showing herself off to complete strangers, although she was still a little shy and unsure of how much she should give in to her desires.

"Maybe we could email Brendan, Terry and Jake a shot as a memento of our fun night." She said.

"I don't think they need any encouragement do you?" 

I laughed. 



Clicking the shutter a few more times I took some close up shots of her beautiful breasts and stiff nipples, she knelt down and coyly covered her boobs up with her arms.

"Do you think I should dress like this for our next party?" She said.

"If you do those panties aren't going to stay on for long."

She smiled, "Maybe I won't wear any next time." 

She winked seductively and dropped forwards on her hands I got one or two more pictures of her crawling toward the camera, breasts swaying too and fro. 

She put her arms around my neck pulling herself into me crushing her lips against mine in a breathless hot kiss; I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest through the thin material of my t-shirt as her tongue explored my mouth, she broke away looking me in the eye.

"We really are going to do this?" She said.

"Only if you still want to, if not we can keep the pictures for ourselves," I replied.

She shook her head, "One more shot then we do it, let's post them." 



Her face was flushed with excitement as she turned and dropped onto all fours, this time with her beautiful ass facing me, she wiggled her backside suggestively her knickers ridding up so the smooth mound of her pussy could be seen either side of the thin strip of material. There was a damp spot on the crotch of her panties as she stretched out, pushing her ass cheeks back, full, rounded and soft. 

We were both aroused; as I took the final few pictures my cock was pulsing in my pants, so hard it was painful, the sight of her barely covered pussy almost made me cum in my pants, without a word I put the camera down, reached out and slipped her panties over the curve of her buttocks and down her thighs. She spread her legs wide, pushing her ass out exposing her glistening wet pussy.

"Do you think the guys would like a picture of this?"

With that I ripped open my jeans and reached out running my fingers over her damp lips spreading them apart feeling the silky texture of her wet labia. 

I slipped first one, then two fingers deep into her wetness, she moaned and wiggled back onto my fingers, we were both too far gone to waste time with foreplay. 

Her body convulsed as I moved between her legs, spread her cheeks and pushed my cock past the swollen lips of her pussy, she was so wet I had no trouble sinking all the way in, pounding Jules with hard, fast, urgent strokes, making her ass cheeks jiggle as I slapped into her she pushed back with her hips trying to match my strokes.

Panting and sweating neither of us lasted long.

Jules let out a cry and collapsed forwards, feeling her pussy beginning to spasm on my cock as her orgasm ripping through her brought me to a shattering climax, I gripped her hips and held her close as my cock twitched and spurted its load deep inside her vagina.

After we'd caught our breath and cleaned up we retrieved the camera and made our way to the computer, in minutes the pictures were stored in a new file. 

Jules excitedly moved from one shot to the next deciding which of the naked pictures of herself to post. Apart from the party where our friends had seen her naked a quick flash when we were out was all she would usually risk, so this was something special.

Jules asked me what I thought of the selection; she had picked photos that were all sexy but nothing really pornographic mainly topless with the nice close up of her ass. Although the thought of being seen naked turned her on she was obviously still a little nervous, these feelings being a little new to her.

Jules must have sensed I was a little disappointed. 

"Lets send these pictures and see how I feel when they are on the site then I might do some harder shots like this," She lounged back opening her legs. 

"Right now I'm feeling so horny there's a good chance we will be posting more."

With that she hit send.



Photo Shoot



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Copyright Oggbashan November 2010

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I belong to an amateur photographic club that takes cheesecake and mildly erotic pictures. We have to be careful to be discreet about our hobby to avoid offending our medium size community.

We own a former church hall that has been replaced by a larger, more modern building. We rent it out for other groups including another photographic club that has a wider range of interests including nature and landscape pictures. An Art/painting group meet at our hall on Saturday afternoons and exhibit their work on a few summer Saturdays. Our pictures are never exhibited locally and are sold on our anonymous website.

You might expect our membership to be wholly male. It isn't. We take pictures using male models as well as female ones. Some of the males pose for Gay Male erotica, some of the females for Lesbian.

Although amateur, we try to achieve professional standards and our website has a small but loyal group of members who provide us with sufficient income to keep our hall in good condition, to pay our models, and to improve our facilities.

One of our female members, Angela, who is openly lesbian, found a model agency we hadn't used. Some of us were doubtful but their rates per hour were so reasonable that we arranged a two-hour session as a trial. That evening almost all the active membership were present and we really enjoyed ourselves. The three models were attractive, professional in their approach, and suggested poses we wouldn't have normally considered. Apart from simple cheesecake we were given opportunities to shoot mild bondage with scarves and rope. The models tied each other because we were not allowed to touch. The agency had made it clear that the conditions were: Look, take pictures, ask for any reasonable pose, get as close as you want, but no touching, and no attempt to date the staff.

One of the models was obviously the supervisor. Elsa was slightly older than the other two and directed them and us subtly but clearly. At the end of the two hours Elsa announced that her agency would offer a prize to the club's member who had produced the most effective shot that evening. We could choose up to five pictures as our entry, submitting them by email to the modelling agency's website. The winner would get a free evening's Christmas-themed workshop at their premises using their professional equipment. The winner wouldn't need to bring anything except a largish data stick to load the results on to.

Of course almost all of us would submit our five best pictures. It didn't really matter that none of us knew what Elsa or her bosses meant by "most effective". One of us would win and as there were only about twenty of us present on that evening there was a reasonable chance for each of us.

I had an idea. I asked Angela whether she would look through my pictures and give an opinion as to which of them she thought were "most effective", and I would look through hers. I have found before that working with Angela helps both of us. I've never tried to date her. What would be the point? She prefers women. So do I. She has a brain and is possibly a better photographer than I am. 

Angela agreed if we involved her partner Petra as well. We would try to choose which were the best five each of us had taken. We three agreed to meet at their flat tomorrow evening for a critical session.

Later that evening I reviewed my shots and copied all of them that had no technical defects such as red-eye or poor focus to a data stick.

Next day Angela rang me at work. Petra was willing to cook for the three of us. Would Italian do? Of course it would. Almost any cooking that someone else made was better than me cooking for one. I'd bring some wine.

I walked to Angela and Petra's carrying Italian wine. The data stick was in my pocket. Angela let me in. The smell of cooking was wonderful. We ate dishes that Petra named. I'd never heard of most of them but enjoyed everything. We had drunk the wine by the end of the cheese course. While Petra cleared away Angela brought a laptop to the table. We sat beside the table with cups of coffee.

We tossed a coin to decide whose photos we would look at first. Petra won.

Petra's pictures were good with a bias towards the younger blonde, Dawn. She had taken many close-ups of body parts instead of the whole body. Petra's shot of Dawn's arm, partly shielding a breast, really worked for me, producing an instant erection. I liked the line of the arm showing tiny blonde hairs backlit and the contrast between the roughness of the rope bond with Dawn's breast texture. 

I complimented Petra on it. Angela bristled. She thinks she is a better photographer than Petra. In many ways she is, but Petra's eye for detail, for small scale close ups, is better than Angela or me. Nearly always I shoot a complete body and I like the facial expressions on the models. 

When we had agreed on the chosen five of Petra's shots we started on mine. Angela's comments were barbed, brutal, but possibly justified. Petra's criticism was less forthright but equally candid, expressed more diplomatically. We agreed on four and were split on the fifth. We agreed to look at the two possibilities after Angela's.

Technically, all Angela's pictures were good. There were no flaws, no muffed shots, no inaccuracy of focus or exposure except when done deliberately for effect. It was hard to reduce the possible down to five until we decided to score each of our top twenty from one to ten and add our scores. The worst, if any of Angela's could be called 'worst', scored twenty-two. The last of the top five scored 27, with two on 28, one on 29 and the one shot scoring a perfect 30.

Having given numbers to Angela's pictures we went back to Petra's. One of the possible last two scored higher than the one we had originally chosen as number four, which became the fifth.

We looked at mine again. Three shots were marked at 26, then one at 24 and another on 22. All my scores were lower than Angela or Petra's worst. We uploaded all fifteen pictures to the modelling agency's website. We hoped that at least one of us would succeed.

After coffee we discussed whether we thought any of the other club members would have produced competitive pictures. Our chairman, John, was capable of great pictures but we agreed he might not bother to enter. As a Chairman he was competent but he is lazy. He needs a good secretary to remind him about outstanding issues.

Some of the others, on a good day, could take better pictures than any of us but their standards were erratic. Angela was consistently good but rarely exceptional. Petra was good at her genre. I could be good, very rarely brilliant, but too often mediocre. All three of us had won at least one of the club's trophies but there were others who had won more.

Nothing much happened for the next fortnight. I had invited Angela and Petra back for a meal at my flat the following week. It wasn't a success. There seemed to be some tension between the two of them and Angela expressed even more criticism of my photography. I wasn't offended. I dismissed it as a symptom of whatever was wrong in their relationship. I was startled when Petra kissed me on a cheek as she left. Neither of them had ever treated me as anything but a friend before and I knew that they weren't attracted to men. It was the sort of kiss that an elderly aunt might have given me. It seemed to have no sexual overtones. Perhaps Petra was just expressing her thanks? It was odd.

Angela phoned me at work.

"Dave? Have you checked your inbox today?"

"No, Angela. Why?"

"Petra and I have had emails from Elsa. 

Apparently they have decided that all three of us, including you, have won a session at their studios. It's this Friday evening at 7.30. Could you make that?"

I opened my diary.

"Yes, Angela. I've got nothing on then."

"Look at the email and then ring me back this evening."

"OK."

I didn't look at the email until I'd finished the current job. I saved it then opened my inbox. 

There was Elsa's email "Congratulations!". I might have consigned it to the Spam folder except that I recognised the website.

I read it. The arrangements were unusual. We were to meet Elsa in the town centre car park, having parked our cars and paid for the evening. Elsa would pick us up and return us to the car park at the end of the session. Only then did I realise that we had no idea where the studio was. We had the email address, a mobile telephone number, but no physical location. Elsa explained that they kept their studio's location secret to avoid offending the neighbours who might object to bondage sessions even though they were for photography, not sex.

That I could understand but I was slightly uneasy. We would be going to an undisclosed location. But what could go wrong? Elsa's agency was a long-established business and had a good reputation for what it did.

When I spoke to Angela that evening she too was slightly wary. However she and I thought that if three of us were going we could look after each other. If anything went wrong we had mobile phones.

On Friday evening we met up about half an hour early and had coffee in the adjacent mall. Just before seven thirty we were waiting in the car park. Elsa drove up in a panel van, got out and opened the side door. We climbed in. There were several comfortable seats but no windows.

"OK?" Elsa asked. "It will only take a few minutes to the studio."

She shut the door. There was an interior light. We could see each other but couldn't see outside. The van drove off. We tried to keep count of the turns to get some idea where we were going but Elsa must have driven around a few blocks to confuse us.

The van stopped. We heard a door or gate opening and the van drove a few yards forward before stopping. The engine switched off. The door noise was repeated. Elsa opened the side door and we stepped out into a large garage. Behind the van a roller shutter door had closed. Elsa led us through a side door, up a flight of concrete stairs and then into a bland reception area. 

There were a couple of settees, a curved desk with printed material advertising the studio's services, a clock, a water dispenser, but the general impression was anonymity.

"Take a seat," Elsa suggested. "We'll be ready for you in a few minutes. Toilets are through there." 

She waved a hand at a door with signs for men and women before leaving through a door behind the desk. I wasn't sure but I thought I heard her lock the door behind her.

Petra snuggled close to Angela.

"I'm nervous," she announced.

"So am I," I said.

"Nonsense!" Angela snorted. "They're just protecting their privacy."

Elsa was back within a minute, dressed as a Santa's helper in a fake-fur trimmed short red dress, white tights, shiny red boots and with a red bobble hat. This time I was sure. She had to unlock the door to come back in. She took us through the door, down an anonymous corridor, and into a large room. As we entered the main impression was clutter. There were lighting stands, cameras mounted on tripods, stepladders, reflectors, overhead spotlights, and computer screens with screensavers. Beyond the clutter was blackness until Elsa pressed a switch on a large switchboard.

We blinked as a massive four-poster bed was brightly lit. On a table out of line of the spotlights was a neat collection of coiled coloured ropes. Hanging from a clothes rail beside the table were masses of silk scarves. Behind the table, on an old chest of drawers, were various leather items with buckles, straps, and gags. A large old fashioned wardrobe had its doors open. Hanging inside were dresses, petticoats, corsets, and leather bondage wear.

Elsa beckoned towards the dark area. A woman came forward, not one of the models we had seen at our club, but someone new. She was wearing a similar red dress, tights and boots. Her Santa's hat was pulled down to cover her hair completely and she had a white Santa Claus beard shielding everything but her eyes and nose.

"This is Janet," Elsa announced. "She and I will demonstrate some basic bondage poses for you. You can use the cameras over there. They are all digital and you should be able to use them easily. If not, ask me. OK?"

We nodded. I felt like a small child let loose in Santa's toy store. I had noticed some of the camera models. I'd never be able to afford such expensive kit.

"I'll start with a cleave gag with handcuffs for the wrists and ankles."

Janet sat on the edge of the bed. Elsa snapped the red fur-lined handcuffs around her ankles. Janet moved her hands behind her back. Elsa closed the next pair of furry handcuffs over Janet's wrists. She pulled a white silk scarf from the clothes rail, folded it into a triangle and then folded it again and again before she knotted it in the middle. 

Elsa lifted the edge of the white beard. Janet opened her mouth. Elsa stuffed the knot behind Janet's teeth, took the ends of the scarf and tied them behind Janet's neck. The beard dropped back into place and the gag was invisible.

"OK. Now Janet will do some poses for you."

We took a camera each. Angela and I left the cameras on the tripods. Petra unscrewed hers and used it in her hands. Most of my pictures were from the neck downwards because I didn't like the effect of the beard and concealing hat.

Janet demonstrated various positions and expressions from resignation to fierce struggling but they were all an act. They were good acts but I wasn't wholly convinced that she was as helpless as she was pretending to be. 

When Elsa asked "Finished?", Janet unflipped the handcuffs from her wrists, took the scarf out of her mouth, and lifted the handcuffs off her ankles. I laughed.

"Yes, Dave," Elsa said, "they are trick handcuffs. They don't lock. There are no keys. Janet could have freed herself at any time. We don't do real bondage, just the impression of bondage and that's all that is needed for photography. As long as the person looking at the photo or video thinks that the bondage is real, we will have achieved our object without hurting or marking our models."

"Even studios that do real and dangerous bondage play tricks. For example, the cleave gag shot is popular but as a gag it's useless. Janet?"

Janet walked towards Elsa carrying the knotted silk scarf.

"Look," Elsa said as she lifted the beard, slipped the knot back into Janet's mouth, "even with a knot..."

"...it doesn't stop me speaking clearly." Janet continued, "and a simple cleave gag is even less effective."

We got the point. Elsa pulled another white scarf from the rack.

"And the over-the-mouth or OTM gag isn't much better."

Elsa tied the scarf over the knotted scarf already gagging Janet. The beard covered both except from the sides.

"I can still speak but less clearly," Janet said. 

She untied and removed the scarves. The beard fell back into place. She handed the scarves to Elsa.

"One of the reasons that we don't let amateur photographers actually perform bondage on our models is that the amateurs don't know how to make it look right without hurting the model. Dave? Can you come here for a minute?"

Elsa walked over to the bed. I followed her.

"Sit down, please. These are the trick handcuffs. Look. You can pull them open easily."

I did. There was a very slight resistance and they opened.

"Put them on your wrists."

I did.

"Now take them off."

I pulled my wrists apart. The handcuffs opened easily. I put them on the bed beside me.

"Angela? You saw what I did to Janet with these scarves?"

Angela nodded.

"Then take these, and gag Dave the same way. You're OK with that aren't you Dave?"

"Yes."

Angela prepared the scarf. I opened my mouth. She pushed the knot in and tied the scarf behind my head. She folded the second scarf more than Janet had done and tied that over my mouth. I wasn't sure that I could speak as clearly as Janet had demonstrated. Angela's knots seemed tighter.

"Now, Dave, Angela will put the trick handcuffs on with your hands in front of you, please."

Angela picked up the handcuffs, the same handcuffs because they had been in my view all the time, and handcuffed my wrists together.

"OK. Now you two can take some pictures of Dave. His turn will come later."

Elsa made me move into different positions as the photos were taken before asking me to swing my legs on to the bed and lie down on my back. She demonstrated the second pair of trick handcuffs before putting them on my ankles.

After some more photos Elsa put a Santa's hat on my head covering my forehead. Angela and Petra took more pictures before Elsa added a white beard like Janet's. It hooked over my ears and concealed the white gag. I looked over at Janet. If I was as muffled as she was no one could identify my face.

Elsa said:

"Dave isn't secured to that bed, in fact with those handcuffs he isn't secured at all, but he looks as if he is. If I attach this rope to the foot of the bed, through his ankle cuffs and back, and Dave, if you can lift your hands above your head, and I tie another rope from his wrists to a bar on the headboard, like so..."

She tied the ropes as she was speaking. Neither rope was pulling at the handcuffs. 

She pulled at the ankle rope. I slid across the silk-covered duvet until my wrists were pulled up behind me. This was uncomfortable. I wanted to protest but somehow Angela's gag was much more effective than the one Elsa had used on Janet. All I could do was grunt ineffectually.

"Then Dave is secured. He's helpless. He can't move, can't speak, his trick cuffs won't undo and we can do whatever we want to do to him."

Despite my indignation at have been duped I could feel an erection beginning at the thought of being bound by these women and at their mercy. But why?

Elsa walked away from the bed. Angela sat on the bed. Petra sat on the other side.

"Sorry, Dave," Angela said, "We set you up. In part it is retribution for some of the things you have said to Petra and I during the year. You have pretended to be just a friend, but when Petra told you we wanted a baby you offered your services. You made it clear that you would want to impregnate her in person yet you know that she, and I, aren't interested in men. Then you kept touching both of us inappropriately, apparently accidentally, but far too often to be accidents."

"It hurt us to know that you were sexually attracted to us," Petra added, "while pretending that you weren't. Some of the other members have been more open, admitting their attraction but acknowledging that we wouldn't be interested. We don't mind being admired but we wish you had been more honest about it."

"We would have confronted you and asked for an apology," Angela said. "That would have been enough and perhaps we could have continued as friends if you kept your hands off us. Maybe we still can but..."

"...someone else, one of our friends," Elsa continued, "you had treated badly. She wanted you helpless so that she could explain what you did to her and ask what you are going to do. We'll leave you with her. She can do whatever she wants to do because you are gagged, secured and at her mercy. We'll see you later."

Angela and Petra stood up. Then Angela surprised me. She pushed the hat clear of my forehead, leant over, kissed me and said:

"Despite everything Dave, we still think you can be a friend. Just be honest with yourself and us."




Photo Shoot



My lover and I meet just a day ago. Oh -- we have been chatting a while on line -- but face to face? Less than a day! We have written stories and ideas to each other for weeks, wanting to meet and learn each other. We have entered into this relationship simply as fuck buddies, there is no past, no future and no obligations except to make each other cum. This is a trial period, and if we enjoy each other, there may be other meetings, but this one is special. It may be the only one, and nothing is forbidden, nothing is taboo.

About us, we are both in our early forties, we have raised our families, been the "good" boy and girl to make everyone around us happy. But years of frustration have built up, we are ready to do all the naughty, all the "taboo" and all the things we were never even told about. Thank God for sites like Literotica, it allowed us to learn we were not the only ones with these desires.

We have decided that we should take photos and video our next fuck session. We both agreed that we will delete everything if we don't like what we see, so a strong safety net is in place. We can do this, because there will not be any repercussions or fear of exposure. Safety is key, you won't be leaving your marriage, and while mine has ended after 20 years, we are still in court and I don't want anything exposed. 

We have fucked, sucked and stroked every inch of each other. We have purchased a couple disposable cameras, a cheap camcorder and some toys. We are going to document our next games. I get to go first and I am so excited. 

I know soft materials and silkily textures turn you on. You are standing, but I want more. I push you back against the door and reach up and pull down cuffs that are covered in fur. I enclose your wrists, so your body is now mine to do as I will. I set up the camcorder and make sure the lights are showcasing your raging hard-on. I gently squeeze your balls while stroking my thumb down your shaft, delighting when your cock jumps to my touch. 

I go to our bag of toys and pull out two pieces of material. One square is a soft, soft cashmere, which you adore, and another piece of silk. I rub your body with the cashmere, letting its soft material cover you, teasing your cock by gently draping it over. I love my flag poll and touch you every so gently through the material. I love the gasps and groans I am getting from your mouth and I press against you. I decide to save the silk for later.

I kneel before you, and remove the fabric, while angling so the camera will be between us, so it will capture your cock going in and out of my mouth. I lick the head and nibble down the base, letting the camera capture each and every movement. I lick back up the base, and take you into my mouth. I move your cock in shallow to my mouth, I want the camera to see my mouth stretching just around your head. I take you in slowly, sucking you deeper and deeper into my mouth to let the camera see me swallow you into me.

You begin to fuck my mouth, and I greedily let you take my mouth at your will. The camera captures each and every movement, and your balls slap against my chin. I lick, lave and lash your cock with my tongue, swirling your cock with my mouth. You feel a buildup and know you are going to cum, you pull out of my hot mouth and spray your jism across my face, coating my lips and cheeks. Cum drips down my chin to my tits. The camera captured all!

We laugh and l release you. Like two naughty children, we quickly clean up and then watch the video to see how it turned out. It is great, yes it looks like it was made by amateurs, but what the hell, it is great and we are excited we did this. We are laying on the bed watching this, loving each and every clip of film. You grin and tell me it is my turn!

You have me climb on the bed on all fours, presenting my pussy and ass to you. You angle the camera directly at me, so you can capture every reaction. You finger my ass, plunging in and out, so the camera can see my pussy clench as my ass is violated. I feel my pussy flood and know you want more and more from me. I am moaning and gasping from the finger fucking my ass is taking. You didn't build up, you just started and I am already raging with desire!

Your finger is gone and I hear you reach for your bag of tricks. You come around to my face and put a blindfold on me, telling me you only want real reactions showcased, so I cannot see what you plan to do to my pussy and ass -- the highlight of this video. My pussy clenches in anticipation and you lightly smack my ass when you come back there. You start fingering my ass again, and my pussy clenches and I feel fluid leaking from my hot pussy, knowing the drops are being captured on film.

I hear you reaching in the bag, but have no idea what is to come. I hear a cap and think it is lube, but I am not sure. Suddenly your fingers are gone and I feel a plug at my ass. The camera catches every motion, as you slowly insert and seat the plug home. My ass burns as you push the plug in and I am moaning and groaning. I haven't really had a lot of anal play, and so I am burning and stretching and I want to pull away. I didn't even realize it, but you are holding my hair, pulling me back as I want to pull and move away. I am whimpering a bit, I am stretched and, and, oh My God -- it is turning into fullness, the pain is going away and oh, it feels so good. You know and move my legs farther apart, so that my pussy gaps open for the camera. 

You sneak under me and begin to lick my clit. My pussy is gaped open as you had spread me wide for the shots. You lick and lave my clit and I am mewling with excitement. My pussy is soaked and hot fluid leaks out and drops down, each drop captured by the camera. You suck my clit into your mouth and I cum. My whole body explodes with the pleasure you have incited in me. You want more for the video, so you grab a double headed dildo and slide one end into my pussy, and pull the plug from my ass, then ram the other side of the dildo in my ass. 

You rock them back and forth, double fucking me as the camera sees and watches the show. You push my legs wider, and sit to the side, and reach down with your talented fingers and flick my clit, over and over, while your other hand rocks the dildo between my pussy and ass. You yank the dildo out of both holes and jump into position. You move the camera to capture the sight of your engorged cock slamming into my gapping, soaked pussy. My hungry pussy sucks you in and you rock. Unbelievably, you are able to cum again and pull out to shoot your jism over my ass and back. LOL -- clean up time again!



Photo Shoot



For years I have read about and fantasized about having more than one man service me.  My earliest fantasies and some of my earliest masturbation centered on providing entertainment for more than one man in an evening.
When my current partner expressed an interest in watching my boudoir photo shoot (sensual pictures) via webcam, I was all for it.  Initially it was partly about security – this shoot was going to be done in my home, just me and the photographer, and I was cautious.  The more we talked about it though, the more it became an idea about playing around and him wanting to watch me in the process of getting undressed for a camera.  The shoot went well, he watched a good deal of it.  At one point, the photographer asked to sniff my pussy to get into his zone – and the shoot was amazing after that. Bill loved watching and loved the pictures too.  After the shoot, I admitted to the photographer that there had been an audience via the webcam.  He laughed about it and jokingly scolded me.  Bill and I talked about it, and agreed that when the guy came back to edit the photos, if the opportunity presented itself, I should let him indulge in a little more than just sniffing the pussy.  Bill would be watching.  Sure enough, shortly after he arrived, he asked if he could sniff my panties to get into the groove again and I told him I would do better than that. I started walking down the hallway, untying my robe as I went.  I walked into my bedroom and reclined on the bed, robe wide open and legs spread.  He leaned down and took a big breath, then opened his mouth and spread my lips.  I looked at the camera and smiled, hoping Bill was watching.  Mr. Photographer let me lean back and ate that pussy for quite a while.  After a bit he took off his pants and I leaned over to take him in my mouth.  He was aware of the camera and asked if my friend was watching….  And I told him I hoped so.  He pulled up his shirt so Bill could see another dick in my mouth, just in case he happened to be watching.  Unbeknownst to me (at the time) was that Bill had taken a quick bathroom break at work and happened to log in to the camera just as we came back to the bedroom.  He watched the whole time.  He saw me give head, he saw another man lick me, another man eat me, then kneel up on the bed and beat me with his dick.  Mr. Photographer then asked where my toys were and I directed him to my two favorites, the easiest to get to, and he got them out.  He took one and crawled back up between my legs and fucked me hard with it.  He ate my pussy while fucking me until I came all over the place.  Then he sat back and said, “Ok, now I have to get to work.”
He went into the other room where the photos and software were waiting and began editing.  He cropped and adjusted color and tone, cranked up the music and made what I thought were already great shots even more beautiful.  In the meantime, Bill had texted me that he needed to see me as soon as possible and asked if I could call.  I called him and he told me how hot that was for him, asked all about it and begged me to please come see him at lunch. 
When I got to his office, we talked for a few minutes, because someone else was there.  As soon as we were alone, he closed the door and knelt in front of me.  He lifted my dress and immediately put his mouth on me where another man had been just 90 minutes earlier.  He told me he wanted to know what it was like, in detail, what had he done differently, how it felt.  I had cum several times, he could tell because he could see the whole thing on camera and knew my body, my facial expressions and my movements when I was in the throes of an orgasm.  Once he’d eaten some pussy, he hiked up my dress and bent me over the counter, pressing into my ass.  I stood there, bent over the counter, high heeled boots still on and marveled that not only had he watched another man pleasure me, but that he had really gotten hot over the experience.  The sex was so hot.  I came again and again as he had me there, pressed up against the counter, just plowing into my ass over and over and over.  He pulled back and sat in one of the chairs, and I went over to him.  We are very careful about hygiene, and so I had to go down on him before he could put his dick in my pussy.  He leaned back while I sucked on him.  It felt so good to have a hard cock in my mouth.  While Mr. Photographer had allowed me to do that, he said it was all about me and did not let me do it for long.  Bill was enjoying it too but wanted more to be in my pussy, so before long he pushed me onto my back in the middle of the floor and mounted me.  I was still in my dress and boots and he just lifted it and started pumping away.  His pants were around his ankles and he just could not get enough.  It was incredibly difficult for me to keep quiet, as I am a natural screamer and this was so hot, but I did the best I could.  He, too, tried hard to be quiet, but when he was ready to cum, it was hard for him.  I could tell from his movements and his breathing and then the moans that he was about to erupt, big time.  Sure enough, he pushed all the way inside me, and I felt him swell and then explode.  I looked up and saw his face scrunched, and squeezed with everything I had, clenching around him, and he began to shake.  
A few minutes later, we both got up and tried to put ourselves back together, make it look like nothing unusual had been going on, make it NOT look like I had just been had in his office.  His office is at the end of the hall and it is unusual to see someone else as I leave and go to the car, but just in case, no one needed to see that “just been fucked” look.



Photo Shoot



This story was requested by a reader. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, and I thank him for allowing me to post it here on the site. I will leave it up to him whether to "come out" in the comments section, below. In any event, writing it for him was a great deal of fun. -Brandie

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My brother, who is one year younger than me, had submitted a picture of me to the local newspaper for its summer photography contest. That was how this all started.

I didn't know he had taken the picture at the time. It was of me, in a one-piece white bathing suit, springing up out of the water at our friend's pool. What really made the picture unique was the way the light played off of the beads of water that surrounded me, almost like a halo.

I'm sure that my fit, 20-year-old figure, captured tastefully in the photograph, didn't hurt our chances, either. Anyway, the picture won first prize in the contest.

My brother, convinced that it was me that had made the picture special, begged me to let him take more photos of me. He even offered to let me keep the whole $1,000 prize the paper had given him for winning the contest. He told me I could use the pictures as a portfolio because, he said, I should really try to get into modeling.

Well, that was sweet of him to say. I had always been the practical girl, studying things like economics and finance, and I have to admit it was flattering the way he practically drooled over his big sister's body.

I finally succumbed.

Let me tell you, it was a weird feeling, posing for my little brother. At first, I just did a shoot with him in my black bikini. It wasn't too skimpy, not like some of the things you see at the beaches these days from time to time. But I knew that my brother was studying my figure -- from an artistic standpoint, of course -- for the entire hour or so that the shoot lasted. 

He would tell me to move my head this way or my butt that way, and toward the end of it he would even touch my leg -- never above the knee, I noticed -- to get the pose just the way that he wanted it.

I said it was a weird feeling, but I assure you, that first time, I didn't get aroused by it at all. I have to admit, though, that I did check the crotch of his shorts from time to time, to see if my kid brother was growing down there from all of that staring at my feminine curves.

The evidence, that first time, was inconclusive.

We looked at the pictures together and, I have to admit, there was something about them that was beautiful and innocently sensual. I had never really seen myself as a sex object, and these photos portrayed me in a way that made me feel good about my body. It gave me a chance to see myself through the eyes of a man -- granted, that man was my own brother, but still -- a man who found the shapes of my figure to be a thing of desire. It turns out it was a thrilling feeling.

And again, I should mention that we both politely avoided discussing the increasingly obvious fact that, in the later pictures that showed my top half, my nipples were plainly erect.

After that, he convinced me that there was really no difference between posing for him in my bikini, on the one hand, and posing in a bra and panties, on the other.

That was how I found myself lying back on my bed in a lacy white bra and white cotton panties with little flower designs, letting my kid brother take pictures of me that way with his digital camera.

Well, it turns out that there is a difference between posing in my bikini and posing in my underwear for his camera. And that difference is what happens when I start to get wet. The materials of the bikini and its gusset, and the dark color of the bathing suit, mean that a little bit of emerging wetness in me aren't visible to the camera.

But when I was posing for his pictures in nothing but my soft cotton underwear, the problem is that a little bit of wetness in between my thighs translated almost immediately into a dark spot "down there" on my panties. I don't know if you can imagine how completely embarrassing it was to notice that I had created such a dark wet spot right there on my undies where my younger brother and his camera could obviously see.

To make matters worse, once I started to become aware that my own wetness was perfectly visible, I also became aware of the growing bulge in his shorts as he snapped pictures of me. There was no avoiding it: he was developing a pretty big hard-on. And there was no escaping the reason why -- me, dressed as I was in only my soiled little undies.

Jesus, I thought, my brother and I were becoming aroused for each other. This was my worst fear coming true. It was, to say the least, awkward.

"Ok, I think I'd better cover back up now," I said, being ever the practical one.

He actually tried to get me to go in the other direction, to take off what little covering I had left at that point. "Why cover up now," was his argument. "It's a natural reaction," he said, and I was acutely aware that the "it" he was referring to was the wetness growing in his older sister's vagina.

To tell you the truth, I was dying to reach down and touch myself there. To let my hand give an answer to the arousal that I was feeling. But I wasn't about to let my younger brother see me like that, or watch me do that.

Still, my arousal was in complete control of me, and while there were things I wasn't willing to show my kid brother, I wasn't above testing him to see what he would do for me.

"I think you're enjoying what you're seeing a little too much," I said.

He continued snapping pictures of me. "Huh? I'm just..." he tried to protest.

"Look at your dick, bro," I said. "I can see it. You have a total hard-on going on there."

He blushed deeply.

I ran a hand along my bare thigh, coming teasingly close to the fabric of my panties.

He kept on taking pictures as I teased him. Knowing that I was producing such a reaction in him encouraged me further. As he clicked the shutter over and over, I reached back and unclasped my bra.

I let it fall to the floor and I thrilled as the air touched my nipples. I heard my brother coaching me onward as the camera continued to work. "Oh yes, lovely, that's so pretty." I soaked in his appreciation.

"You know, this isn't fair," I whimpered, and clad only in my little white panties, I leaned forward and unbuttoned his shorts. Once they were open, they fell quickly down to his ankles, and his raging erection strained at the elastic waistband of his thin boxer shorts.

I tugged those down, too, leaving him bare from the waist down, and then went back to posing for him.

I got onto my knees and thrust my little round butt back up towards his camera. I looked over my shoulder at him, remembering to smile as he clicked away, taking more photos of me.

I enjoyed watching his erection peek out from his shirt-tails as he guided me through several poses. Then I looked him right in the eye as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties.

"Be nice to me," I implored him as at last I became totally bare for him, and for his camera. I kept my legs shyly together as he snapped photo after photo of me. Then he placed one hand on my knee and prodded me to open my thighs.

I lay back, then, arching and stretching myself while he captured me with the camera, murmuring his appreciation.

When he stopped for a break, his erection was just inches from my hand. I thought about stroking him then, maybe even taking him into my mouth.

But, lying there naked before my kid brother and his digital camera, a different idea occurred to me.

Taking both of my breasts in my hands, I said, "you make yourself come, sometimes, don't you?"



Photo Shoot



We've been shopping, and you've bought a few different new outfits. You've asked my opinion (as usual!) on each item as you bought it, and you've tried everything on, and you've looked in mirrors, but you're still not sure how good it all looks.

We're having a cup of tea back at your house, and you suggest a mini 'fashion parade' so I can get a good look at each outfit, and let you know how they all look. Catching a glint in your eye, I go a step further, and suggest a 'fashion photo-shoot', so that you can see how you look in each outfit yourself. I set up my gear in the living room, tripod and all, and you go upstairs to change into your first outfit.

The first outfit is a simple top and trousers, all black except for some light spangly decoration. I start snapping away as you do a twirl or two, then I suggest a few poses.

"Put your hands on your hips and your feet apart". Nice.

"Now turn around and look at me over your shoulder". Very sexy.

We try a shot or two of you sitting down, on the arm of the sofa, and then lying back against the sofa cushions with one leg up on the sofa, and the other flat on the floor. As you get up from the sofa, you knock something from the side-table, and kneel down to retrieve it. You're on all fours, facing away from me, and the trouser material is stretched tight over your arse -- which looks great. On impulse, I take a picture. You hear the click of the camera, and guess that I'm still shooting, and then spread your knees a little and push your arse high in the air. This is too hot a sight to ignore, so I take another picture. Giggling, you turn on to your back, lay your hands flat on your stomach and spread your legs wide apart. I take another picture.

"Come on then, next outfit." I say, and you scuttle upstairs again.

This time, you come back downstairs in a long skirt and short jacket, and you've put shoes on (simple black high heels). You look very sophisticated, and I tell you so as I begin snapping away. You slip the jacket off, to reveal a silky sleeveless top underneath -- and you move in front of the window as you turn and twirl. I notice that the plain bra you were wearing earlier has given way to something a little lacier and more fancy. I can't help but wonder if you've changed into lacy knickers too, and that thought makes me a little hot... looking for an excuse to touch you, I gesture towards the doorway, and suggest a shot or two of you at the foot of the staircase. The first shot I take is of you leaning on the post at the foot of the stairs, with your back to me. I take the opportunity to arrange the pose in more detail, smoothing the skirt over your hips with my hands, and running my right hand lightly over your arse. Although the skirt material is quite thick, I'm sure that can feel a hint of lace beneath my fingertips. I get another shot or two of you ascending the stairs as you go to change into another outfit.

When you come back, you're wearing a new suit. Short fitted jacket, skirt just above the knee, very businesslike. I snap a shot or two as you descend the stairs, and I can't help but notice that your legs are no longer bare. This time, for variety, I usher you into the kitchen ("better light"), and suggest that you just move around as normal while I take a few natural shots -- this will let you know how the suit looks when you're moving around at work. Then, without prompting, you move to the dining table and take a seat -- shuffling it forward as if at your desk. I move behind you, to take a shot of you from above, and right on cue you unbutton the jacket slightly to reveal that all you have on underneath is a lacy white vest. I touch your shoulders in order to move your position in the chair, and you give a little sigh. All this posing seems to be turning you on too... You reach up to your throat to give it a light scratch, and then run your fingertip slowly down to the lace edge of your vest. The material is quite thin, and I can clearly see your nipples are hard. Unconsciously, you close your eyes and I see through the glass table top that your legs have moved slightly apart. As I move Around the table to a point opposite you, you relax slightly in the chair, and your hips slide forward. The hem of the skirt is now around mid-thigh, and I lower my camera and kneel down. The view from below table top is unbelievably erotic. I can see the lace tops of your hold-ups, and just a glimpse of lacy material between your legs as you slowly open and close them... squeezing your thighs together, and then relaxing them again. Your finger is now just inside your vest, and I'm pretty sure you're teasing your nipple.

I take a picture, straight up your skirt, of your smooth stocking-clad thighs, and of the hint of lace just beyond. As the camera clicks, you moan very softly, and spread your legs as wide as the skirt will allow -- inviting to me to look, to photograph, your most private places. I move back to your side of the table, and put the camera down on the tabletop. Sensing that the game has changed, you don't bother disguising that you're squeezing your nipple hard, and you unbutton the jacket completely so that you can get better access. You move both hands down to your waist, then slide your right hand up your body, under your camisole, and begin to gently squeeze and knead your breasts, dragging your middle fingernail over your nipples, shuddering with each pass. Your left hand creeps down to the hem of your skirt, inching it up, and you press your fingernails into the warm skin of your inner thigh. I take a clean handkerchief from my pocket, and tie it around your eyes like a blindfold. You bite your lip, and struggle to get your left hand higher up your skirt. When this fails, you move your right hand out from under your camisole, and I take the opportunity to grab both wrists -- moving them behind you, and holding them against the back of the chair. I remove my belt, and use it to crudely tie your hands behind the back of the chair...

"Don't move." I whisper into your ear, and you sense me moving away.

When I return, you feel my hands around your ankle -- tying first one, and then the other, to the front chair legs. This is not uncomfortable, but it feels very secure. Next, you feel silk against your cheek, as I fasten a soft scarf around your mouth as a gag. I've never done this to you before, and you're both nervous and excited -- as you've no idea what I might be doing this for.

Then you feel me loosen your hands, and you're slightly relieved as this means that you aren't completely helpless. I remove your jacket, and you feel a cushion being slipped between you and the chair back.

"Comfy?" I ask, and you nod carefully.

Then I reach for your wrists again, and draw them round to the back of the chair again. This time, you feel me tying each wrist separately to the side of the chair, so that your arms are almost straight down by your sides.

"You're helpless now." I whisper into your ear. "Even if you scream, no-one will hear."

You feel me moving in front of you, and kneeling between your legs. Pushing your knees together, I slowly push the hem of your skirt up and up, exposing more of you to my gaze.

"Mmmmm... beautiful..." I whisper, as the skirt clears your hips and I push your knees gently apart again.

"Are you wet?" I ask, and you nod quickly.

"Did it turn you on, being photographed like that?" Nod.

"Did it feel slutty?" Again, you nod.

"Are you a slut then?" You nod slowly.

"Would you like me to use you like a slut?" A pause, and then a nod.

"Alright then, slut. First I want to see your tits."

I reach for the straps of your camisole, easing them over your shoulders and slipping my fingers inside the silky material. With one pull downwards, the straps snap, and the camisole settles around your waist, your breasts exposed, and you nipples harder than I've ever seen them.

"Nice." I whisper, and begin to run my fingertips lightly over your flushed skin, teasing your nipples and squeezing them between my finger and thumb. You begin to shake, as you feel my breath on your tits, my lips occasionally grazing your skin. I move back a little, and watch your chest rise and fall as your breath quickens. I lean forward again, and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Instantly, your body goes rigid and you strain to push your breast further into my mouth. But I keep the sucking very gentle, very teasing. I move away again, and you hear the zip of my jeans, and the rustle as I push them down.

"Your tits look amazing." I tell you, and then move closer. "I'm going to rub my cock on them."

You can feel my hard cock rubbing against your nipples, and moving across the hot skin of your tits. I slide the tip of my cock over the tops of your breasts, and up to your neck and throat. I move it to your mouth, held open by the gag, and rock it backward and forward over your lips. Holding your hair with my left hand, I flip the gag down with my right, and shove the end of my cock into your mouth -- fucking the tip in and out roughly.

"Suck it. Lick my cock." I tell you. "You want me to fuck your mouth, don't you?"

"Uuuh, uhuhh." Is all you can manage, as I rub my cockhead over your tongue and lips. You lick and suck, trying to bring more cock into your mouth, urging me to put more of myself into your willing, hot mouth.

Instead, I pull out of your mouth altogether, and your sounds of disappointment are lost as I hook the gag back into place. You're squeezing your knees together hard, then releasing them briefly, before squeezing them together again -- and as I step back slightly, I see that you've begun to curl your toes. You look hot, and desperate to come. I reach down between your legs with just a single finger, and begin to trace circles around your stocking tops... occasionally running the tip very lightly over your knickers. You're soaked, and it would be cruel of me to prolong this teasing any longer. I find your most sensitive area, and begin to rub gently with the tip of my finger, hardly applying any pressure at all, just letting the sensation of the lacy fabric moving over your hot pink skin make you even more eager. I lean over so that my mouth is next to your ear, and gentle nibble as my finger continues to stroke and tease. I unhook your gag with my teeth, and suck at your earlobe. Now that you're free to moan, you do so, and you know that the sound is making me harder than before.

"Suck my fingers." I ask, and slide two into your mouth. You suck eagerly, licking between them, wetting them.

"Now tell me where to put them." I ask, as I draw them slowly out of your hot mouth and across your lips.

"In me... ahhh... in my cunt..." you gasp, lifting your arse up from the chair to urge me on. I kneel between your legs again, and gently ease your knickers to the side with my left hand. Then I slide my two wet fingers inside you, slowly and steadily, right up the hilt -- before curling them over and drawing them just as slowly back out. I do this two or three times more, and each time, as I draw my fingers back out, your hips move up to follow me, as if you're trying to keep my fingers inside you.

I start to rhythmically push my fingers in and out of you, faster than before, and without ever pulling them fully out. You're wriggling in the chair, urging me to keep going.

"Yes... yes... aahhh... yes..." you moan, then bite your lower lip. You hardly even notice that I'm unfastening your ankles as I finger you, except to push up even harder against my hand, and spread your legs wide apart. I lean my face down between your legs, and when you feel me kissing your thighs, your urgency increases, and you fuck back against my fingers, grunting and moaning. I think you're close to climaxing now, and I draw my fingers out of you again and hold them just in front of your mouth. You strain forward, and lick at my hand, tasting yourself, and trying to suck my wet fingers into your mouth again. As you suck at my fingers, I untie your hands and bring them into your lap. Even as I retie your hands together at the wrists, in front of you, you push both hands down the front of your knickers and begin to finger yourself rapidly. I love watching you do that, but I have other plans...

I pull you onto your feet by the hands, and move you backwards against the wall. As you feel your bare back pressing against the wall, I raise your bound hands above your head with my left hand, and shove my right hand straight into your soaked knickers. I push two fingers back into you, and drive them in and out, quickly and firmly. You're almost there...

Then I drop to my knees and plunge my tongue deep into your cunt, thrashing it around inside you, then licking wildly all over your soft pink folds. I hold you open with both hands, and lick deeply, in long strokes, until...

"Aaaahuuhhhhaaahhh." You come hard, and shuddering, your bound hands still raised high above your head -- grinding yourself into my face, still needing more.

I stand up and force my cock into you in one thrust, fucking you hard against the wall, and pressing your bound wrists against it. A dozen strokes is all it takes, and I can feel you tightening around me as another orgasm wells up inside you.

"Fuck... ahhh... yes, fuck me... fuck my cunt... harder... aahhhuuhhh." And now your legs are trembling with your force of your second climax.

"Turn around." I say quietly, "face the wall."

You turn to face the wall, and bring your hands down in front of your face to cushion you. Dripping wet, you push your arse out towards me, wriggling slightly to encourage me to fuck you more. Instead, you groan as I push two fingers back into you, then a third, and finally a fourth. Your breath catches as I move them in and out very slowly, before withdrawing them altogether.

"Ooohhh... mmmm..." you moan, still wriggling as I move my slick, wet fingers up to your arse. Smearing, sliding, lubricating your arse with your own juices.

"Yes." you say quietly -- and I slowly ease my rock-hard cock up your tight arse.

"Ah... ah... ah..." your breath comes in short snatches as my cock slides into you gradually.

"Mmmmmmm..." we both moan deeply as you realise I have my whole length inside you. I pause, knowing that you like to get used to the sensation first.

"Ok?" I ask -- and you nod. I draw my cock back an inch or two, and then begin fucking you slowly and easily. You're quiet and still at first, but then you start to move with me, encouraging me with each stroke to go just a little deeper, a little faster.

"Yes... uh-huh... yes, keep going... ah! Yes, go on..." I begin to speed up a little, sensing that you're more comfortable now. There's no sensation quite like fucking your hot little arse -- I love feeling your hands on me, your tiny eager mouth makes me come every time, and your tight cunt is like a wet glove stroking me to climax. But your arse is my favourite, and you know it.

"Tell me." I grunt, close to coming and feeling like your tight hole is milking me. "Tell me where I'm fucking you."

"Aaaah..." you moan, the dirty talk turning you on all over again. "Up my arse... uhhh... you're fucking me up my arse."

"Tell me you love it." I urge, my own climax very near. "Tell me you love it up the arse, you slut."

"Uuhhaahhh... yes, I love it." You grunt, deeper than before. "Fuck me, fuck me in the arse... come in my arse... aaahhh... I'm a fucking slut... uh... and I want you to come up my arse."

I can't hold on another second. You feel my cock beginning to swell inside you, as I grasp your throat with both hands and give a gentle squeeze, pushing you hard against the wall. Fucking you faster and faster until...

"Aaaaahhhh." I moan as I come hard and hot, thrusting my cock right up your arse as I pump shot after shot of hot come inside you.

Then I ease my cock out of you, very gently, and you collapse on to the floor, your bound hands still raised above you. I can't resist stroking my still hard cock as I look down at you. You're half naked, your skirt still bunched around your waist, your knickers just dragged to one side... I have to get a picture of this...



You look up at me, push off your blindfold with both hands, and lick your lips as you watch me put the camera down and then stoop over you until my mouth is level with your ear, whispering,

"Nice suit. Very nice."



Photo Shoot



I had graduated from high school and had been mostly lounging around my parents house and at the pool when one of my friends, Erin, talked me into going to this photo shoot with her. She had gone once before to this studio out near the beach which was a little over an hour away. 

Erin picked me up the morning she had made the appointments for us and told me how it was easy money and how professional she thought they had been. 

I remember being shocked that she had not only tried it but that she was sharing it with me and almost begging me to go with her. She had told me to bring a bikini and my drivers license and can even remember the jean shorts and tank top I was wearing. 

There were butterflies in my stomach when she drove to this large industrial looking building a few blocks from the main strip. She walked in and was talking to this tall blonde behind a desk who was honestly so friendly and welcoming it took me off guard. She looked at me when I signed the forms and asked if I was there to make money like Erin today and told me I would be perfect before I could even answer. 

The tall receptionist took us through a long hallway down a maze of rooms before we took an elevator up and led us to what they were using as a dressing room. 

She was telling Erin she was doing the job interview and ended up picking out this tight black skirt and almost see through blouse for her. I halfway heard it when she remarked that someone named Juan would be here in a second so we could party but at the time was distracted by my friend undressing. 

This shorter Latin man with what hair he had left on his head slicked back and never in my life forget watching Erin smoke out of this glass pipe standing there in that skirt and her bra. She was giggling and smiling as she exhaled and called me by my name to come over to her. 

Juan was smiling when she convinced me to just try it and remember how suddenly it hit me. I didn't feel like this was wrong or dirty anymore and wasn't worried about how I'd look or even how small my chest was. I felt so full of energy and electric, so brave and confident...like I was a grown woman and knew exactly what I was doing. 

That lady was asking me if I was just going to take photos or try filming? Would I be in lingerie and bathing suits or was I interested in more money and trying nudes? 

I'm not sure how many times I hit that glass pipe before I was letting Juan lead me down the hall and was asking if it would be ok if he stayed in there for my session. He was walking right beside me and added he could keep me high during it if I let him watch. There was this huge white sheet hung up against the rear wall with a chair and futon in front of so many lights and 3 large cameras on tripods. 

Juan was holding the lighter for me when this older thin man with a ponytail walked in with two younger men. He was complimenting me on how I looked almost the same time he was directing the others to get the cameras ready. Before I could think I was standing in front of those lights with the cameras pointed at me and everyone looking at me. 

The older man was asking me my name and age, getting me to smile and telling me to relax. After I'd turned around and bent over he asked me to take off my tank top and cursed when I hesitated. He said something to the effect to Juan about making sure I wasn't wasting his time then turned and asked if I wanted to make some money or what. 

Juan was there next to me telling me he was going to give me a big hit and asking if I really wanted this or not, that it was fine to back out and not to get intimidated by the director getting loud. By the time he'd given me the second huge hit I knew I wanted to at least be brave enough to try it. When I was back in front of everyone I heard him make some sarcastic remark if I was ready this time and I just pulled that tank top over my head. I didn't flinch or slow down when he told me to remove my bra next.

I'm 5'4'' and weighed maybe 105 then, I was in good shape and had muscle tone but was petite and only an A cup. I knew I was blushing when he told me how nice they were and to not by shy and show them my 'little titties'. 

I started feeling dirty when he instructed me to turn around and take my shorts off. I couldn't help but think of my father as I did what he asked and exposed the thong I had on. 

I hoped I didn't look as nervous as I felt when I'd turned around and he told me to lose the thong. Never in my life will I forget him saying how I was a true redhead out loud when I peeled them off and he could see the small line of hair over my vagina. 

He was telling me how hot I was, how perfect my body looked on film and saying I should smoke with Juan to get ready for the next part. The director and Juan were up there standing beside me while I was completely naked and hearing him ask me if I wanted to make 500 dollars. His hand was on my ass telling me how my friend was in another room doing the same thing...and he thought I was much hotter than she was. He told anyone who could hear that I might not have much for tits but he was in love with my ass....then turned and told me to decide, yes or no.

He had his arm around me when I nodded and was walking with me to the futon. I could only stare in shock when he stood right there and unfastened his belt and unzipping his slacks telling them to start filming and not worry about stopping for anything. 

I knew it was for real and actually happening when he had his cock in his hand and said he wanted to see my mouth on it like it had been on that pipe. It felt so big in my hand when I got on my knees in front of him and started to jack him off. I had my lips around the head and heard him urging me on and calling me a little girl. He had one hand in my hair and was hitting the back of my throat before he finally stopped...my jaw had never been so sore. 

He sat me on the edge of that futon and had one of my ankles in his hand spreading my legs open and telling the others to make sure they could get a close up. 

It was almost like I was watching it happen to some other girl when he slowly pressed that huge head slowly past my lips. He was saying how tight I was and asked when the last time I'd gotten fucked as he slowly slid that dick inside me. He was cursing and telling me how perfect I was for this when I started to orgasm. My body was trembling as I exploded and was moaning out loud as I flooded the spot under me. 

He pulled out long enough to move me to my hands and knees and get behind me. I felt so dirty and cheap when he was telling me I should come back or if I wanted a summer job. I yelled out loud in shock and surprise more than pain when he slapped my ass the first time. He called me a bitch and asked me if I liked it when he kept doing it, hitting my ass harder and harder while he fucked me. 

He finally stopped and told me to hit that pipe again and he would 'finish up'. I was no longer shy or awkward about smoking in front of all of them and felt so sexy and aroused when I inhaled that mess. I was on the edge of that futon with both my legs over his shoulders while he did his best to fuck me through the mattress. He was sweating and it was dripping down on me as he put one hand around my throat and gently squeezed. 

I literally felt my pussy spasm and grip tight around his thick shaft as I started to cum again, crying out like a whore. I was still trying to catch my breath when he pulled out of my cunt and was guiding himself lower then pushing hard to force that dick in. I couldn't stop myself from screaming when he finally pressed his erection in my ass, forcing my cheeks apart. 

He was cursing and almost yelling about how 'tight and sweet' my ass was, moving in and out faster literally pushing me up that futon with each thrust. 

He had one hand wrapped in my hair pulling it, yanking my head back when he groaned and called me a cunt before slamming into me so hard and fast. He cursed again and I could feel that big dick jumping inside my ass sending something hot and wet deep in me as he called me his whore. 

I remember feeling so embarrassed when he pulled that monster cock out of my ass and told one of them to get a close up of the cum dripping out. 

He was standing in front of me with his cock still wet when he put one hand on my chin and made me look up in his eyes when he asked me if I was ok. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek when I nodded and told me I had done great and would look beautiful. 

I'd stopped at a restroom but could still feel what he'd filled me with leaking out when I was walking back to the front of the building with the same receptionist. Erin was already sitting out there alone right away asking what had taken me so long and what I'd done back there. It turns out she had just been there for pictures and only was filmed stripping in that other room. I will never forget her staring at me as the receptionist handed me that check for $600...Erin asked me right there in front of her if I had let them fuck me back there and shaking her head in disbelief.



Photo-Shoot



Amazingly a decade had passed since the very first occasion that Rachel had floated the idea of having some professional, high-class nudes of herself shot as a very special present to myself. As so often is the case, life had gotten in the way and that idea had never developed into anything more substantial than the occasional episode of pillow talk in bed. However, whenever it did pop up, I always found my reaction to the idea of Rachel posing for someone else never varied. It always, without fail, got me hugely excited. 

The first step to actually taking the idea and turning it from fantasy into reality, although I didn't know it at the time, was when as a couple, we began to "play" again. By play, I meant I got to see Rachel have sex with other guys. And it truly was a case of again. 

We had ventured into this territory some years before. For almost two incredible years, I had gotten that intensely powerful rush that came only from seeing Rachel wrapped up in the arms of another man and clearly enjoying the sex with him immensely. It had been during this first period of playing that Rachel had first mentioned the idea of the photo shoot. But our journey into the realms of cuckolding or the "hot-wife" lifestyle - call it what you will, at that time came to an end before any serious thought could given to the photo-shoot, let alone trying to arrange it.

For me since then the itch to watch as Rachel cuckolded me would often resurface, but we didn't actually dip our toes back into the lifestyle until a couple of years ago; and what a couple of years we have had since then.

I can't speak for Rachel, but for myself at least, being older - and maybe just perhaps a little wiser -

has paid off. This time round I think we both know with a better degree of certainly what we are looking for. For me, it was the realisation that loosing control, that being a willing cuckold to Rachel, albeit in a mild form, was what I both desired and needed. Not that I am adverse to joining in now and then, but only, and this is the key-point: only when I am invited too. 

Despite Rachel being what I guess some people would call a "hot wife, she's certainly never been interested in meeting and fucking a whole string of different guys. If she had wanted to, she certainly could have done so judging by the continue level of interest she generates on the swingers site we use. No, what worked out best for Rachel was finding a guy who became her regular. A guy who Rachel certainly see's more of as a fuck-buddy than she does as a "bull" in cuckolding parlance. 

So, I hear you ask, what's all this got to do with the photo-shoot? Well, a great upside of our return to playing, especially in terms of the unrealised idea of the photo-shoot, was the massive boost in self-confidence that the interest of a younger man gave to Rachel. The fact that the sexual chemistry between them works so well that it has resulted in Rachel having some of the best sex she's ever had also helped. I swear, it has been almost like turning back the clock ten years for her. If you could bottle and market that effect, you'd make a fortune in the cosmetic's industry.

It was against this background that whilst enjoying some pillow talk with Rachel's after her latest meet with her FB, that Rachel slipped in the question of whether I was still in touch with the professional photographer with whom I had been chatting online just a few months earlier? I replied that yes, from time to time I was. With my curiosity aroused and when nothing more was volunteered by Rachel for a few minutes, I couldn't help but enquire as to why she had asked? 

Before I give an account of her reply, let me take just a moment to explain who the gent in question was. 

He had first sent us a message via the swinging site we used after I had posted some new photos I had taken of Rachel posing on her own to our profile gallery. I had been both pleased and flattered to read how good he thought the photos where, how hot he thought Rachel was and that she was a natural model. Although true that Rachel had never posed for anyone else, I'd been lucky enough in the extreme to have had my very own private model for the majority of our relationship. 

Whilst I don't for a moment consider myself anything other than an amateur, the photos of Rachel had apparently really caught his eye. Over an exchange of several messages he informed me that he was a professional photographer by trade. But whereas the bills were paid by the usual fare of weddings etc, he did enjoy - for purely personal pleasure - shooting wives and couples from off the site. These shoot he did free of charge at his own studio. He sent us several examples of his work and links to his own online portfolio that really illustrated his skills with work that ranged from boudoir to classic nudes to photos of an extremely explicit nature and with a sharp, edgy style that I instantly called Art Porn. What he shot depended on what the wife or couple wanted. He also said that he would really like the opportunity to have Rachel to model for him should she ever feel so inclined. Okay, so now lets get back to the why. 

That was easy, Rachel explained. It would soon be my birthday and that together with my having been ill for sometime lately had made her think that in some crazy, but totally great way, that this would be her "get well" and birthday present both rolled into one for me. Instantly, my cock did its best impression of a flag pole. The idea of Rachel posing provocatively, either semi-nude or completely naked for photographer, was an incredibly powerful one for me. On some level the act itself was, for me at least, almost more important that the results. It somehow struck me that posing for someone would be very different from meeting up with another man for sex. I wasn't at all sure why that was, but whatever the reasons, my buttons were being thumbed hard as in my mind I imagined Rachel in a studio with a photographer admiring her, probably seeing her all and working in co-operation with her to produce some great photos. But above all this, there was just one really simple idea that was the hottest one for me. That Rachel would be doing what she wanted to do for her own satisfaction, even if that satisfaction would be producing a very special gift to myself.

I took a moment to pinch myself, just to make sure I hadn't nodded off and dreamt the whole thing, before I asked how serious she was? The look I got back said enough. Whenever we meet up with her regular, Rachel is totally in charge. How much, or how little, I see depending on her mood and on how she reads me at the time. If she wanted some time alone with him or wished to tweak the cuckold streak in me, she would give me a certain, dead-in the eye look that I never got to see at any other time. That was the look I got right then. She nodded and to reinforce the point said "oh, I'm sure," with a thin smile that left me in no doubt that she was serious, and more importantly to me, very very much in charge. However, she added on quickly, there was to be one condition: I was not going to be permitted to be present at the shoot.

That came as a complete shock to me. In all my imaginings, I had always assumed that if the photo-shoot ever did take place, that I would get the pleasure of seeing Rachel pose at first hand. Never, not even fleetingly, had it ever occurred to me she would exclude me. Instantly, I felt that strange rush of both pleasure and pain that only a man whose been willingly cuckolded by the woman he loves could truly understand. With my heart thundering in my ears, a mouth suddenly uncomfortably dry and a cock like an iron bar, I asked why?

She smiled sweetly and wriggling her hips, snuggled up even closer saying "babes, I don't have to tell you that. But this one time, just this once mind you, I will." There were two reasons she explained. Firstly, she would be much more relaxed without my being there and secondly, because this was something she wanted to for me and not something she want to do with me. Moreover, it was either going to be that way, or not at all. If I was, she reminded me, outside of my comfort zone then there was always our safe word to fall back on. This word, known only to herself and I, was the only word that would instantly tell the other to back off, to not push so far or as hard or that the idea being suggested by either of us wasn't going to work for the other. The safe word never left my lips.

That had been six weeks ago. Three hours ago I had dropped Rachel off at the studio. With a quick kiss on my lips, she had picked up the holdall that was her outfit bag and reminded me to be back to pick her up at agreed time of 9pm. 

Those three hours seemed to stretch forever. 

Initially I found a MacDonalds and decided to have a coffee, but I couldn't settle which, given the circumstances, was hardly surprising. All sorts of thoughts raced through my head, each hardly having timed to be considered before the next arrived like a runaway express train. What was Rachel doing right now at that very second? Which set where they using? How much was she enjoying herself (lots, I hoped)? Did she wonder what I was doing (not at all, I hoped)? What was she wearing right now? Was she actually wearing anything at all right now? How much of her body could he see?

The one thing that I wasn't worried about was her safety. Besides having numerous good verifications, we had meet the photographer socially for a coffee. It was the only reasonable way to be to sure that Rachel would be safe and that Rachel was okay with him too. Ironically, despite the fact that the social meet would, if all went well, be the precursor to the photographer seeing every inch of Rachel's body, Rachel found meeting him socially much more difficult to deal with than the thought of him seeing her naked at some later point.

After MacDonald's, I drove round pretty aimlessly for a bit. I didn't want to go too far as I didn't trust my SatNav that much and the last thing I wanted to be was lost in an unfamiliar city in the dark and panicking to get back in time to pick her up.

With a slowness that would have made even a glacier seem racy, the time dragged itself by like a mortally wounded animal. 8:30 found me parked up in the car park outside a closed furniture shop a little roughly under a mile away from the studio. Here, comfortable in the knowledge that it would only take a minute or two to reach the studio, I sat watching the clock creep on when without warning a text message from Rachel came through: hi babes all ok. need a bit more time. pick me up at 10. love you xxx

Another hour? Four hours in all? Bloody hell, I thought, just what on earth they were doing? I did know that Rachel had wanted to do some bondage photos with some quite complex knots. It must have taken longer to sort these than anticipated. That extra hour would be hard for me. I now desperately wanted Rachel back. But there was nothing I could, only sit and wait the extra hour for 10pm.

At 9:50, I pulled up outside the studio's shopfront. I had promised myself not to be there more than 5 minutes early, but in the end had failed. In the darkened window, I could make out the usual collection of framed photos, the weddings, the christenings and the graduation of strangers. Beyond the window display I could make out the faint glow of a light leaking from somewhere deeper inside the building. Other than that glow, there was no indication that anyone was inside.

Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, I whistled tunelessly, waiting whilst trying not to glance at the green glow of the dashboard clock. For it seemed to have stopped. At 9:58 there was a flash of light within the shop that made me jump with a start. 

It was the suddenly, unmistakable flash of a fluorescent light being switched on at the rear of the shop. Then another light came on and another, until the whole shop was lit up. I could see the shapes of figures moving inside, one I instantly recognised from the way it moved as belonging to Rachel. The other I assumed must have been the photographer. Then for a spilt second I spotted the suggestion of more movement form more figures. Yes, I was quite certain that there were two people at the back of the shop. I couldn't make out any details, but clearly from how they stood and moved they were both guys. 

I got out and stood on the pavement as with a metallic clunking the lock of the shop door was undone. The door opened and Rachel stepped out on to the pavement. Any alarm that had been caused by the mystery figures at the back of the shop melted away instantly as she gave me a big, hugely wide smile and said "Hi babes."

When I had dropped her off she has been wearing a light summer dress, all the better to avoid clothing marks the photographer had said. Now she was in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a cropped denim jacket. Her hair looked slightly tussled and her face seemed to be more than a touch flushed, although it was difficult to be sure in the light spilling from out of the open doorway behind her. The photographer acknowledged my presence before saying "I think you're going to love the results, mate. Rachel was fantastic. Weren't you bunny?"

To my surprise, I saw Rachel look up and grin at the photographer as he slid an arm around her waist and give her a gentle squeeze. Looking back at me again he said with some degree of seriousness. "You know, you really are one lucky son of a bitch to have this one. Anyway, have to dash. Lots to tidy up and really got some rest before my first clients in the morning. That was exhausting. I'll have the photos Drop-boxed to you by Tuesday."

Lots to tidy up? Get some rest? Exhausting? I was all rather confused. Yes, I knew that, despite popular belief, doing a photo-shoot was always hard work if you wanted to get anything like decent results. But exhausting for the photographer? I was missing something here, but the question of what that was was pushed aside as he leant in to give Rachel a good-bye kiss. 

I expected a polite peck on the cheek, but what I saw was a kiss than became languid with lingering light touches of the lips before Rachel extended her arms up and around his neck, pulling him in tighter so that their lips pressed together fully, more wantonly and with a unmissable hint of tongues.

The kiss seemed last for minutes, but could not have been much more than 10 or 15 seconds. Despite my presence just metre or so away, it was clear that I was completely unimportant and had been dismissed from their mutual focused on each other instead. Finally - eventually even - the kiss broke. Rachel's arms slowly came back across his shoulders and down to her own sides. Without another word to the photographer she turned and smiled at me. "I'm shattered. Take me home."

Somehow, God knows how, I remembered to be the gentleman and opened the passenger door for her. Closing it, I turned to find the photographer holding out Rachel's holdall. With a grin that would have put the Cheshire Cat to shame, he said "anytime she wants to do that again, just let me know. Okay?"

I nodded. Would Rachel want to do another photo shoot? Strangely that idea had never crossed my mind before he had just said it. Over all the years we'd discussed it, I had always kind of assumed that it would be a one-off experience. Now it had happened, I wasn't so sure. Nor was I sure about what he had meant when he had said "do that again." It seemed an odd thing to say. And so had been the way he in which he had said it. Nor was I sure about some of the other things I had just heard and certainly I was not sure about that kiss I had just seen. That really wasn't the sort of kiss you gave someone who had just been taking your photos - not matter how much or little you had on in the way of clothing. 

With my mind racing, I got into the driver's seat. Fumbling to secure my seatbelt I glanced at the rear view mirror as some hint of motion caught the corner of my eye. Two guys were walking down the road with their backs to me. They certainly hadn't walked passed us, of that I was sure. I was also sure that neither of them were the photographer either. 

Finally I turned to look at Rachel. In the illumination cast by the interior light that her face was rather flushed was even clearer to see. What was clearer still was the look of contentment written all over her face and that she also looked gorgeous. 

"So?" I paused before I continued. "How did it go?"

She looked at me and smiled. "Good," she replied.

*****

Hope you enjoyed. Know it's not perfect and has more in the way of suspense than action, but that was my intention for this. Oh, and this is my first ever written piece of work; so I hope its not a complete pig's trotter. In case you are wondering Rachel is very loose based on my own wife.

Thanks for reading. Please feel free to leave any comments you like.

Love to hear from you if you have any similar stories or ideas along these themes.



Photo Shoot



I'd been married three years and we had started to talk about maybe trying for a baby when Steve surprised me with an anniversary present I hadn't expected at all. It was an afternoon session at a very expensive photography studio about two miles from where we lived. I'd passed the window of this studio a few times and I usually stopped to look at his displays. He had a couple of well known television personalities among his clientelle and they both looked stunning in the black and white pictures he had taken of them. One was on what was clearly a tropical beach. the other was a moody studio shot - backlit and artistically composed. These display shots weren't for sale of course, but it was obvious each session would have cost thousands of pounds to put together.

My session wasn't quite as sophisticated as that. Steve had had a bit of luck with an assignment and had decided to blow £500 on an offer the photographer was promoting that month. He would take a portfolio of ten pictures and put them together in a faux glossy magazine. The model would get the full treatment and the magazine would look like a professional undertaking - the sort of thing you'd see on the coffee table of an upscale hair salon.

I was touched and delighted by the thought. Steve's usual presents were lovely but predictable: flowers, inexpensive jewellery, occasionally an item of lingerie that was as much for him as it was for me. I found myself warming to him as I made the appointment, selected a day and a time I would be free from my commitments as a part time lecturer in anthropology at a local college and started to think about how I wanted my hair and makeup that day.

The day I chose for the photo shoot was 6th June. I was told to come along at 10 in the morning and expect to be there for three hours. Clothes would be available, and some simple hair styling was offered, but make up would be down to me. I decided I'd choose my own outfits and I dressed in a simple white silk top from Coast and a chocolate brown skirt from Zara that I hadn't yet worn but that I knew would look good and show off my legs - Steve's favourite feature.

It was a lovely day and I drove the two miles to the studio with the roof down and the radio playing. I was at the top of my cycle and for some reason when I'm ovulating I tend to expose more flesh. I'd dispensed with tights and stockings completely and, after some consideration, I'd taken my bra off before setting out. Steve had had to leave early that day so he hadn't seen me getting ready but I knew I looked smoking hot and I was looking forward to presenting something special to the lens and letting Steve see a quality product when we finally received the finished portfolio book. 

I parked in the little car park just behind the studio where there were just three spaces and two of them already filled. I walked into the studio via the door at the back and introduced myself to the secretary at the desk. She was striking: very tall - at least six feet, dark skinned and wearing a red silk top that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe. She smiled and ticked my name off the list and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I said no and she made a quick call and then told me I could go upstairs. Upstairs turned out to be four flights of stairs. The studio was in fact several studios, and my shoot was to be on the top floor. I walked up the stairs and entered the only room. It was set up for my shoot with a tripod in the corner and a white setting sheet draped up over a vertical frame at one end of the room. In the opposite corner was a bed with white and purple bedding and there was a black leather bauhaus chair against one room. i sat on the chair and waited for someone to come. 

After ten minutes I was getting impatient. i walked to the door and as I opened it the photographer walked in. We bumped against each other and i felt something warm and wet splash across my stomach. 

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry," he said. I looked up and saw he had been carrying a mug of either tea or coffee. Whatever it had been it was now splashed across my skirt and top. Both were ruined for the purpose of the shoot. I must have looked pretty pissed off because he caught my look and said immediately "Look, that was completely my fault and I will pay to have the items cleaned or replaced. We have other clothes you are welcome to look at or we can do the shoot another day or we can do it from the shoulders up. Or..." 

He stopped. I looked at him.

"Or?" I said.

"Or, if you want to, we can do it without those items. Just make it an underwear shoot."

"For your information," I said "I'm not wearing a bra."

"I know." He replied. "I saw that as soon as I bumped into you. But we could still do the shoot."

I shrugged. The blouse had to come off so i started unbuttoning it. After all, he had probably seen hundreds of pairs of tits in his day, and it wasn't as if mine were anything to be ashamed of. I wasn't quite prepared for him to come over and help me take the top off, but that's what he did. I assumed he was just being helpful and I let him unbutton the last three buttons and take it off to put in a pile to go to the dry cleaner.

I slipped the skirt off and gave it to him. He put it in the same pile. He indicated the bed and I sat on it determined not to feel self conscious. He adjusted the tripod and the light reflectors and then came over to me to put me into a few trial poses. After each of these he went back took some shots and then returned to me. After a while I started to understand the routine. Almost never would any of these shots be used. They were purely for establishing levels of light and exposure. I started to be less nervous and began to relax. He would move a foot or a hand or tilt my face and then go back to the camera. Once he came over to place the light meter on the bed next to me. He moved my shoulder and two fingers touched my breast as he withdrew his hand. I was sure it was an accident and said nothing but two minutes later he did exactly the same thing again. Before I could complain he moved a hand to my left ear and gently moved my head. My ears are my most sensitive erogenous zone and I could feel my face flush. At the same time I knew I was beginning to moisten down there. There is no escape with white silk panties. If you are wet, they will show it. I could feel a visible damp spot start to form where my pussy was betraying me. I was starting to enjoy being in this stranger's company and it was exciting to think that only a millimetre of Shandong silk separated my increasingly wet cunt from his sight. 

The shoot proceeded now he had his light levels sorted out. He would come over after every shot and move me slightly one way of the other. Cross legged on the bed. Ankles crossed demurely while I stared off to the right. Arm draped across breasts. Hands in lap staring straight into the lens... We ran through a score or more of poses. After each one he would return to me and adjust something in close proximity. I could smell his cologne. he would lean across me and let part of his body touch mine as he adjusted something or other. All the time I was in that delicious limbo between nothing happening and something happening.

Then he stroked my breast. It was blatant and deliberate. I had been day dreaming and I now startled and looked at him. He had sat down next to me and was touching my breast with his hand, gently stroking my nipple.

"You're turned on, Sara," he said. If I take any more shots, everyone will see that your pussy is wet. It's been getting wetter for the last hour now but it's too obvious to hide any more. Your panties give you away. The stain will show on the pictures and I don't use photoshop."

I didn't know what to say. I moved his hand from my breast but my body had betrayed me. He knew I had been enjoying it. My face was flushed, my pupils were dilated and my cunt was soaking wet. 

"The best thing would be to take them off and we'll carry on without them, Sara," he said.

I said nothing but closed my eyes and felt him gently tugging at my panties. I lifted my ass off the bed and he pulled them down and put them in the same pile as the rest of my clothes.

He pushed me gently down onto the bed. 

"Now, let's try one more pose we haven't yet tried but that I know you're going to love," he said. 

I parted my legs and felt him move into me. I lasted no more than a minute before my ass clenched and I started cumming. He was thrusting into me and I felt his warm sticky cum flood into me in five or six powerful spurts. He quickly pulled out and pushed his still throbbing cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in, licking the rest of his cum off his cock and swallowing what I could. He slid a finger into my cunt and gently ran it across my engorged clit. I started to cum again and we kissed as I slipped back into delirium.

Around 4 PM I left the studio dressed in model clothing and with an appointment for the next day when we would do the real shoot so Steve would at least have something for his £500. 

As it turned out, we managed to get through that shoot without too many distractions and the whole thing was in the can before he turned to me and said "Right. Let's see if we can resume that other little project we were working on..."



Photo Shoot



Daniele responded to my Craigslist posting with a very unusual request. I was only looking for models to practice studio lighting on, and had not received a nibble until Daniele's email.

Would you be interested in shooting a Mother nursing her infant?

I have to admit, It threw me. I took a week to decide how, or whether, to reply. I had never done anything remotely intimate. No boudoir, no bathing suits. And, despite the maternal aspect, I could not think of anything but that this would be very intimate. A baby nursing necessarily means a certain amount of exposure.

Not that I am born again or anything. I have shot my share of sexy women, with some exposure - "traditional" exposure. This threw me - for a moment.

I did some research and found a number of examples that looked interesting. Ranging from totally demure to very bold - one woman was lying nude alongside her baby who appeared to be suckling her breast. Her body, however, did not appear to be one of a recent mother. Beautiful as it was, I was sure Daniele was not going to go for that, but I presented it as an example of the full breadth of possibilities.

We swapped emails for a few weeks. She responded to my ideas, nixing the full Monty, and presenting a few of her own, and me commenting on the ideas,

We finally met at a coffee shop - she had tea - and worked out a few ideas. As I expected, she no longer had the ideal figure, but she was sexy nonetheless. She was still a little soft through the belly, and her breasts were much larger than usual - she was quick to that point out to me.

We made plans to meet at the studio in a few days. When she showed up, the baby was cranky because she wanted to be fed. Naturally Mom delayed the baby's feeding so that we could get pictures of the baby nursing. We tried several poses, from totally covered to showing the entire breast but with the baby's mouth covering the nipple. All very (ok. somewhat) respectable. After what seemed to me a very short time, the baby's eyes rolled back, slowly closed, and eventually it let go, sleeping soundly in Daneile's arms.

I have to admit, that was the most intriguing thing I had ever seen. Never having had children myself, I had never been so "up does and personal" with an infant.

By this time, she was very comfortable with me, and as she put the baby down, she did not rush to cover up. We talked briefly about the shoot, while she casually and - slowly, from my perspective - moved her top to cover her left breast. Before it was covered, I noticed that a small drop of milk was still clinging to her nipple, and that the aureole was glistening.

She noticed my attention while she was covering up, and started to hurry, but I asked her to stop. I met her eyes and told her I had an idea, and I hoped she trusted me. I promised her that if she did not like what I came up with I would delete it, but that I thought she would be pleased.

She slowly lowered her arms that had been about to close her top, and then she even more slowly relaxed. I explained the idea of the drop on the nipple illustrating the beauty of the natural purpose of breasts. I planned to frame the breast alone - no face or identifiable features. She warmed to the idea, but by the time she had relaxed enough, the milk had dried.

I asked if she could make another small drop and she squeezed slightly behind her nipple and a small drop of milk appeared. I took a few shots and decided to change the lights a little. We repeated these steps a few more times, with a few more poses, when she said "you do it".

As if it was a complicated question, I had to stop and ask "What?", but apparently my penis understood exactly what she was saying since my jeans became instantly uncomfortable.

"You express a drop. Sucking works better than pushing, and that way you can get it exactly as you want."

Her eyes were fully on mine, calm, but she had a slightly mischievous grin. She moved her top, which had still been partly on her shoulder, and it slid down her back. Then she shrugged the other shoulder and her top slid off that as well, and she was nude to the waist.

"Maybe this one has more to give", she lifted it for me and looked at the nipple.

By now I definitely had to adjust my jeans, which she obviously noticed and her grin grew.

"The baby did not take much, so I actually need to express more. Go ahead, squeeze it."

I reached out, uncomfortable by the movement of my jeans against my rigid but imprisoned penis. Her breast was surprisingly firm, but soft, and I tried to touch it differently from how I always touched breasts in the past. Breasts were always sexual objects, useful to inspire a response with my partner. Not only was she not a sexual partner, but these were not breasts in the sexual way - they were utilitarian breasts,

Apparently not. As soon as I touched her and was moving my fingers to where I thought they would produce the desired effect, she sighed slightly, and her eyes closed, almost as contentedly as the baby had only a few minutes before,

It didn't take much pressure for a small drop to appear. I carefully stepped back, and the drop stayed perched at the tip of her perfectly shaped nipple. I adjusted a light and shot. I moved around a little and got two more before it dripped and became a sheen on her aureole.

She wiped it dry with her fingers, and laid back. We repeated this two or three more times, each time with her getting more flushed through her neck and chest.

I asked if she would like to try anything bolder. Perhaps a full nude. I assured her again that if she did not like anything I would immediately erase it before it got to the computer.

She thought, and, grinning, said she would feel uncomfortable being nude in front of me,

Unless I was nude as well.

We both looked at each other for what seemed like ten minutes, but was probably only 30 seconds. Her look of amusement only increased. I hemmed, and she said "ok, I am glad you agree."

She stood up, and started unbuttoning her jeans. When I had not moved, she stopped, with her hands of the hem and a tantalizing view of her panties, and looked at me expectantly,

So I started unbuttoning my shirt and tossed it on a chair. She still had not moved, so I started on my belt,

She did not move until I had caught up, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, and then, waiting for my every move, she wiggled out of her jeans at the same time as I wiggled out of mine.

She looked down at my penis. I looked down at her bush. She remarked that I was expressing as well. She offered to help with that if it dried and I needed more. I met her eyes again and the mischief was mixed with a much more suggestive expression. She reached out and stroked my wet cock and I simultaneously almost came in her hand.

She let go, and laid back on the sofa. I laid a sheer sheet across her, touching her briefly with the head of my cock, which caused me to stop short, catching my breath.

I went back to the camera, adjusted settings, and took a few shots. I went to adjust the sheet, but she had already moved it so that it was wrapped very tightly over her. It outlined her pubic hair, hip bones, breasts, and nipples very clearly. I dripped precum on the sheet as I stepped back to the camera.

I got a few shots in when I noticed that my precum was not the only wet spot on the sheet. Both her nipples had wetness around them, as well as where she had it pulled tightly to her pussy.

I was about to lose it just looking at her. I saw she was looking at me and must have suspected as much, since she slowly slid the sheet off, touched each nipple with a finger as it slid off, and offered it to me,

I didn't know what to do.

No, scratch that, I knew what to do, but I was totally shocked that she wanted me to do it. I leaned over, and took her finger into my mouth and tasted a totally new, but oddly familiar, sweet flavor. She lifted one of her breasts, by now wet again, and looked at me.

Without hesitation I licked her wet nipple gently, and she squirmed slightly. I licked it again, this time a little more aggressively, and she moved a little more, making a mewing sound. She pushed her breast up a little more with one hand while she used the other to pull my head down onto her swollen breasts.

I put my lips around the nipple and gently sucked. A slight trickle of milk came into my mouth, and she began to moan. I sucked some more, and she began searching for my hand and placed it on the other breast, which was also wet and oozing. I was sucking and swallowing the small amounts of milk that were coming out, and she was getting more and more active, starting to buck up against me.

I reached down to her pussy, which was the wettest pussy I have ever felt. She responded by pulling my head harder to her breast, her hand pressing mine to her other breast, and her hips bucking up against my hand, her other hand eventually found my penis and started stroking it, using the copious precum that had by now oozed out of the tip. By now we were both writhing, groaning, and oblivious to our surroundings.

When I came on her belly - with move volume than I have ever seen come out of me, she stiffened and let out a long, loud groan, then went into extra convulsions. Her pussy nearly broke my fingers as it squeezed rhythmically, and even more milk oozed out of her nipples.

She we both quieted down, I licked the milk off her nipples, and sat up to look at her.

"Don't move!" I said.

And I got up to capture the glow that was radiating from her.



Photo Shoot



"That looks good, but could you take him into your mouth just a little more? Yes! Great! Hold that!"

*****

As I've gotten older, my interest in things erotic hasn't abated at all. It isn't mid-life crisis. It's just being male. I've been studying erotic pursuits for more than 4 decades and the Internet provides ample material and chat-board interaction. Yes. I browse porn on the Internet.

I have found, over the years, that I enjoy not only viewing images of erotica, but also exchanging thoughts with like-minded people - anonymously. If you haven't surfed the sea of porn sites, you might be surprised at the sophistication and quality of the discussions to be had there. I have found that in addition to the expected "grunt" level of participant, there are also some of the finest minds. Minds which appreciate and enjoy the intellectual high that can be found from a really-good erotic fantasy - or reality. Not just "starin' at nekkid lay-dees", but real erotic discussions which explore "what turns you on - and why?".

It was on one of my favorite sites that I noticed a particular posting from a young, vibrant, woman, who just radiated "alive" and a love of life. Her face was never shown: many people carefully protect their anonymity just because once something is posted to the Internet, you never have control of it again, but even without her eyes being on camera, she drew my attention.

She also referenced her husband - which is always a good sign: they shared the naughty time on line and used it to deepen their relationship.

I utilized their posted dropbox address to send an email of appreciation and I expressed my thoughts as opposed to just electronically grunting. 

"Thanks for your posting. I was taken by the creativity of your photography and poses - and I noted that you like to play the same video game I enjoy. I'm pretty good at the game. If you would like help with a quest, I'd be happy to do so. You're really beautiful and your playfulness makes you seem like a fun person." 

I then went on appreciating other postings - expecting that to be the end of it.

But I got a response which was just as inspiring as the original posting. "Hi. Thanks for your email and comments. My husband does a nice job of capturing my images when I feel like being naughty and we like to share them. In the game, my characters are coming along well, but I did have some questions about..." - and we began to email each other regularly. We talked about our particular turn-on's and about our other interests: computer gaming, cats, and photography - and I got to feel that I had a real friend on the other end of the Internet. She called herself "Kat" - which was appropriate both because she had - and loved - cats - as I do - but also because there isn't anyone who seems more appropriate to call a "sex kitten". Petite, lively, interested and interesting. Just inspiring to have someone who was one-third my age (yet still legally-able to discuss sex) - be willing to share her thoughts, feelings, and nude photos - with me. And, again, smart enough to insist on including her husband in every interaction. He went by the pseudonym "C".

The beauty of the relationship was that there wasn't any agenda. My very-first contact with her had been the website - where I got to see photos of her entirely nude, so our conversation wasn't strained by a desire to convince her to share nude photos with me. We could just be who we were and enjoy each others' cyber-company - or not. No pressure. No need to respond to an email until we were in a mood to enjoy responding. It just felt comfortable and warm and fuzzy - like having a sweet "Kat" on my lap - to idly pet and appreciate. I'm not sure what she got from me, but it was apparently enough to maintain the contact.

As time went on, "Kat" got comfortable enough with me to send photos of her face - which was innocent and even-more-delightful than the rest of her, and to share more personal information. Not much more, but enough for me to know what part of the world she lived in, and to feel that we were friends. And to think about the shared interest in photography.

"C", her husband, was quite good with his camera, lovingly capturing his kitten - to share on the website, but it occurred to me that there are things that 2 people might want to photograph - that would be best captured by somebody who was not involved in those activities. Somebody with a camera.

I have a camera.

So I thought about what kind of photos might capture and highlight the relationship between C and Kat, and I made a modest proposal: "May I come to where you are and work with you two to create some photographic art which would let you represent - and preserve - the love that you share?"

I sent the suggestion to their email. And went on about my life, including regular emails which made no reference to the proposal. I continued to cyber-pet the sweet cyberKat and I continued to think about a photo session which would capture a couple's love for each other.

*****

A week or two went by before it was mentioned again. Kat's email said, "C and I have been talking about your suggested photographic shoot and we love the idea and, frankly, trust you to do it properly. There's no issue with you seeing us nude since you already have seen photos, so, yes, please: come on out and let's do this".

We continued to email and interact as we had before - enjoying the conversations both sexual and non, while we waited for the right opportunity to meet. The excitement and anticipation built as we discussed options and preferences for the shoot and, finally, the right time arrived, I packed my photographic gear and my imagination and met them at a studio.

*****

We had chosen a theme for the shoot. A "look". Monochrome. No color. Soft directional light for a warm, but gentle view. Deep darks to give dynamic range. Careful highlighting to emphasize the key parts of each shot. Slight grain added in Photoshop to give a nostalgic, wistful feel. And then the positioning of the 3 participants: C, Kat, and the camera.

I got set and the couple entered, dressed for a night out. Jacket and tie for C. Party dress and all of the extras for Kat. They see each other and rush to embrace. Classic movie pose with him holding her, just their 2 heads, his bowed to behold her. Her looking up into his eyes - returning all of the joy of being together.

A kiss. Which turns so enthusiastic that it musses their clothing. A kiss which remembers that kissing is not just "something to do before getting to sex" but a full-fledged institution of love. A melding of the breath and taste and fire of two people who delight in just being together. A kiss - long and passionate - and panting and quiet. Tongues entwined. And then chastely closed-mouthed - just pressing lips together. A kiss purely with the eyes - pulling back to share the sparkle - back and forth - before again pressing together to taste each other and melt into one. 

A kiss.

Which naturally leads her to run her hands up his chest. Inside his jacket. Over his shoulders. Pushing the jacket off. Letting it drop wherever it drops. Grabbing his tie to force his lips down again to hers - his hands running thru her hair - destroying her careful "do" - down her soft, silky neck, to find the zipper at the back. Holding her kiss while sliding the zipper down. down. Having to let lips part to finish the zipper's journey, then straightening again to let her wrestle with his tie, loosen it, and drop it carefully at their feet. Perhaps it will have further use.

In the process, her dress has gapped wide in the back, so he coaxes it off her shoulders and it slides slowly down, revealing, in the soft, low light, her lingerie. Her pretty little unmentionables - now being mentioned. Lacy bra cradling pert breasts. Flimsy panties standing guard for the delights within. She curves backward letting the light play across her neck. Her shoulders. Her chest. Her tight belly. Visually captured by his eyes and my camera.

His arm is around her - supporting her as if dipping her in a ballroom dance. Light behind them as if a spotlight is following them around a ballroom - with her wearing nothing but her lacy lingerie.

She pulls him in and releases the buttons of his dress shirt. Leaning in close. Lips pursed with the concentration of sliding each meddlesome button thru its slit. Slowly parting his shirt. Revealing his furry chest. Tickling him with her fingertips. And little kisses down the line where the buttons were. Pushing the shirt over his shoulders to let it hang from his waistband. Kicking her dress free, then resuming the dance - pirouetting together. Her in her little bra and panties. His chest presented for her exploration. Two lovers playfully striking silly dance poses. Camera zooming in to capture her fingers on his chest. Four eyes locked on each other. Two tender smiles lost in love.

Her hands find his waistband and perform the necessaries to remove slacks and shirt from the tableau, then, kneeling at his feet, she reaches up to secure his briefs and drag them down - and off, letting him spring free. She continues to kneel at his feet, face pressed to his groin. Not subservient. Choosing to give him her admiration and love. Gazing up to his eyes above. Fingers finding his penis and bringing it to her lips for a tender kiss. Love pouring from her eyes. Nestling her cheek to his thighs. Her hands sliding around his hips to find his backside and explore it - and urgently pull him to her.

Until he bends and raises her - holding her out to behold her beauty.

Pulling her to him to slide his hands around her back and release her bra.

Pushing it off her shoulders and down to the floor.

Beholding her rosy nipples.

Pressing his face to her breasts. Just inhaling her scent as his hands slide again behind her back and hold her tightly to him.

As he slides slowly down her body.

Catching her panties as he goes.

And dragging them down. her hips. her thighs. her calves. to the floor and off.

Now it is his turn to kneel at her feet and send his love from his eyes to hers.

Nose exploring her special secret slit.

Hands enclosing her round, pert bottom and pressing her hips to his face.

Tongue flicking out to find her hidden button and give it one single flick - making her jump - naked, panting, very very-much alive.

Then another flick. And another. Her body jerking with each touch. His hands supporting her by her beautiful back hemispheres. Her legs getting weaker as his tongue cadence settles in and his gentle assault of her womanhood finds its rhythm. Bringing her up. Shaking slightly. Up. UP. And a moan finds her lips and slowly builds as the glow explodes from her secret slit and spreads through her whole being, her legs entirely failing her, hands clawing at his hair, head thrown back in a long, loud, exclamation, tears rolling down her cheeks. Curling over her man. Legs clamped around his ears. Tongue still licking. Her body's movements slowing and - finally - ceasing.

The camera captures the unmoving form: 2 bodies merged into one. Panting. Embracing. Feeling the love.

Until she finds her strength again and dismounts his shoulders to stand before him.

Naked. 

Glistening.

Glowing.

He finds his slacks and pulls a small box from the pocket. Opens it and shows a delicate necklace to her. Gently turns her nude body away from his, slides the necklace up her chest - and clasps it behind her neck, letting the design sparkle in the light.

Like her eyes.

Licking her lips, she kneels, then drops to hands-and-knees, finds the discarded necktie, and offers it to him - standing above her.

He descends to join her, then binds her hands together and kneels with her face presented to the intersection of his thighs.

She pulls him to her mouth and explores. 

Tongue. Lips. Teeth. Pulling him just barely inside of her mouth.

"That looks good, but could you take him into your mouth just a little more? Yes! Great! Hold that!"

and she does. And he does. Camera lovingly clicking and capturing. Calling the dance. Waltz then hold. Tango and hesitate. Watching the inflation of his passion.

Until none can hesitate any longer and he rolls her onto her back, head away from him, and gently presses her thighs apart - to receive him. He leaning far back to hold her eyes with his. She with knees bent. Stars shooting between them. As the dance settles into their hips. Slowly. SLOW-ly. Love connecting them at their eyes. Lust connecting them at their loins. Slowly undulating. Breath synchronized. Universe falling away to leave nothing but 2 people. In love. Exploding together. Crying and shaking. Gripping and panting. Collapsing and cuddling. Holding and petting and loving.

****

When we got around to looking, the pictures were even better than we had imagined.