The Photo Shoot

This story is about another incident that happened while I dated Bob. As I’ve mentioned in some of my earlier stories. I met him while we both attended art school up in New England. I was Fine Arts major and he was in the schools Photography program. As our relationship progressed, I started to model for him if he wanted to try some new ideas out for his photography.

At first it was just portraits and clothed shots, but eventually it progressed to some lingerie shots, then topless but not exposing anything, just kinda sexy. Finally, I agreed to let him photograph me in the nude. He had a way with lighting and I suppose I had a way of posing that really produced some interesting, provocative shots. Most never saw the light of day, Bob just used them to perfect his technique and were kept as our kind of private little turn on game.

After a while though, Bob started getting some really good shots and wanted to show them in class. He wore me down or I maybe I just relented a bit; I don’t know. I guess, at the time, it seemed that I was making a bigger issue of the whole thing that was necessary. I figured that as long as my face wasn’t shown, it shouldn’t really be a problem with him using the pictures for his classes. What I didn’t think about at the time was the fact that he had used me pretty much exclusively for most of his clothed and portrait photography up to this point. So when he started bringing in these black and white nude studies, everyone in class just assumed it was me anyway. For a long time, No one ever said anything, but I did notice that the guys and some of the girls looked at me a bit more speculatively when I would go to parties and other school events.

I guess I was really pretty oblivious to it all until one night at a party a girl in Bob’s class commented on how good a model I was and would I be interested in modeling for her sometime. I thanked her and as we talked I realized that the shots she liked included some of the nude ones. I just looked at her, I guess with a kind of shocked look and she realized that she let something slip.

“How did you know that was me?” I asked her.

Somewhat hesitantly, she said that pretty much everyone just assumed that it was me because most of the earlier modeling was of me and the figure matched those earlier clothed shots.

“I’m really sorry” she apologized; “I just assumed that you knew and were cool with it. I think it’s really ballsy on your part and wish I had someone willing to do the same for me, so I figured what the hell, I”d ask. You know, you really have a great body” she finished.

After a bit of a pause to gather my thoughts, I told her that I was OK with the posing, just a bit uncomfortable with everyone realizing that the nudes were of me too.

“Oh god, Jenn you shouldn’t be! You have such a presence, it’s incredible, really incredible, but think about it, I don’t want to pressure you…Ok! When you’re ready, let me know. I think you’re a great model and I’d love to work with you.”

I thanked her and said that I would think it over and get back to her either way.

That night on the way back home I mentioned to Bob what Linda had told me about my photos.

“Ummmm, I guess I just never thought about it too much, I didn’t think that it would ever be an issue, it was just photography.” He was quiet for a few miles. Then he asked, “So… What do you think??”

“I don’t know”, I answered, “I mean I’m kind of embarrassed that everyone has seen me bare ass, I mean I guess it depends on how much you showed them, was it just my breasts or everything?” He hesitated a moment and finally replied, “well nothing pornographic if that”s what you”re asking, but maybe a couple of shots where your pussy is showing.”

I turned and looked at him stunned, “My god Bob, what were you thinking? You told me that no one would know it was me!”

“Hey, it’s not like I showed your face, I kept my word, I can’t help that some of them figured out it was you. You could’ve thought of that as well as me. You knew that I was using the images in class.”

“Yeah” I agreed “and I don’t have much of a problem with people seeing my tits, but my pussy, Jesus Bob, why not just show them the video where you’re fucking me for Christ’s sake. I bet they”d love that one.”

“Oh come on Jenn, it’s not that bad, everyone loved the shots… even the women. If anyone thought that it was crude or in poor taste I would’ve heard about it. You know how the women in my class are. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown those ones that showed your pussy, but the shots were so good and everyone loved everything I shown so far that it just seemed like a natural progression.”

“Now I know why I’ve been getting looks around school, even your goddamn instructor has been giving me the eye.”

I stopped for a moment after I said that about his instructor and thought about that comment.

I looked at Bob, “you showed him everything didn’t you?”

Bob was silent. “You did you bastard! You showed him all the shots… everything!”

“Hey come on now, he’s helping me put my portfolio together, I need his advice and I needed to show him everything I had so we could pick out the best.”

“So you showed him the sex shots too?”

“Yeah I just said I showed him fucking everything Jenn”, Bob said getting pissed himself now.

“What the fuck Jenn, you knew that I was working on my book. What was I supposed to do? Keep portfolio shots hidden because you’re a little shy. I promised I wouldn’t show anything nude with your face in class and I kept my word, I can’t fucking help it if people guessed it was you. As far as Jack is concerned, he”s helping me, he has contacts in New York, so I left him the full storage box of 8×10’s. He was sensitive to the fact that you might be uncomfortable with people seeing some of shots and so didn’t even look at it at school, he took it home for the weekend to go over my stuff, so he’s the only one besides me who’s seen them. I told him that you would be sensitive about anyone else seeing some of the shots and he promised that no one other than himself would review them. He went through them and when I met with him the following Tuesday he had sorted out the ones that I should blow up for my portfolio. He thought you were an awesome model, in fact he wanted to know if you’d be willing to pose for him sometime too. I told him you probably wouldn’t because you were shy around other men. He was also the one who said that we should keep the more intense ones for the portfolio and not show them in class, but he thought they were some of the technically best ones, he really liked them.”

I just shook my head, “Jesus Christ Bob, the guy”s a certified pervert, just ask any girl in the school, any one, he’s always hitting on them… the fat, old pervert. He”s like…what 50 years old and hitting on all the young girls around school. And then… then you just hand over a copy of all the photos you’ve ever taken of me…” and then I had another thought… “did you at least take the videos out of the box before handed your collection over.”

Bob shook his head, “no, I didn’t think about them” he said.

“Oh bullshit, you wanted him to see me in action just like when you”re drunk, you like showing your buddies nude pictures you’ve taken of me . I think you get off on other men seeing me naked, and now I’m sure he has copies that he can show to all his cronies too, thanks Bob, I really appreciate the publicity. I’m sure he must’ve appreciated it too… the fat bastard.”

“Jenn, come on… please… It’s not like he hasn’t seen this kind of stuff before, I doubt that he even looked at the videos, he’s a busy guy and they didn’t look like they’d been touched, and that thing with the photos only happened once, I apologized, it was stupid. I wish to fuck you”d stop bringing it up every fucking time we argue.”

I didn’t say anything, I was pissed but also underneath it all, I guess in a way it kind of excited me that people had seen some of these pictures. I really didn’t like the instructor but the fact that he’d seen me having sex turned me on. Just the way my twisted psyche works I guess.

“Jenn, I’m sorry… I don’t know what else I can say.”

I turned and glared at him and then sighed “oh goddamn it, it’s too late now, there”s nothing we can do about it.”

I was quiet for a few more minutes as we drove back to the apartment, finally I said, “now I guess I know why I’ve been getting all these looks from guys around school,” and I laughed bitterly, “Jesus Christ Bob, you can really be a jerk!”

When we got home, I showered and got into bed, I was still worked up and had conflicting emotions, I was pissed but aroused at the same time. A little bit later Bob came to bed and spooned in behind me. He started rubbing his hands over my body telling how good I looked and how lucky he was to have me. As soon as he touched my pussy, he could tell I was excited and the bastard guessed why. I moaned as he slid a finger into me and pinched my clit.

“Oh baby, it turns you doesn’t it?”

I didn’t say a word. I just let him work his magic on me.

“Oh yeah, I can tell… oh yeah… it turns you on that strangers have seen you pretty little pussy doesn’t it Jenn. You act all mad, but secretly it makes you so wet.”

I moaned as he continued to play with my pussy, he was right, the son of a bitch was dead on.

Slowly, he slid his dick deep into my pussy from behind and began to pound away in long measured strokes while twisting and playing with my clit. He kept whispering in my ear.

“You like it that my photo instructor, Jack has seen you with my dick in your mouth doesn’t it? I bet it really turns you on knowing that he probably got a hardon staring at your pussy spread wide open while I sucked your clit and fucked you with a vibrator til you came.”

I was getting so hot listening to his nasty whispering.

“Right now, he’s probably jerking off watching the video of us having sex, he must”ve copied it… you know I would”ve. He”s watching your tight pussy stretch around my dick. Oh yeah Jenn, he really likes you, I think he wants to fuck you himself. Maybe I’ll tie you up sometime and let a few of them in to fuck your pussy and mouth while I film it, what do you think about that Jenn. You laying there helpless while they play with your pussy and titties. I think that’d be pretty cool.”

He reached up and twisted one of my nipples, pulling on it.

They’ll love these big juicy nipples of yours too… oh yeah… imagine his twisted old fingers playing and teasing them like this… he”s told me a bunch of times how much he likes your nipples when they”re all hard…

Oh baby, oh fuck… and then he started to pump into me like a man possessed, a few seconds later he blew his load deep into my wet, throbbing pussy.

His coming sent me over the edge and I thrashed around on the bed moaning and screaming out my orgasm as he held on for the ride. His whispering in my ear had driven me nuts. The whole idea of being used like that, being shown off, having strangers jerking off to pictures of my body was so sexy in such a twisted way. I knew it was wrong but it was so intoxicating, that the thought of it sent me right over into another orgasm as he continued to play with my clit and nipple. I just couldn’t help it and now he knew my secret, a secret I didn’t even know myself until tonight.

He got out of bed and came back with his camera and started taking pictures. My nipples were probably more swollen than ever and my head was light from the intensity of my orgasms. He was taking closeups of them and then of my pussy. He told me to play with my nipples, I did and finally I moved a hand down to masturbate for the camera. He snapped away all the time telling me that he was going to show these pictures to all his friends, let them see the real me… until I came again. He practically pushed the lens of his camera into me as my pussy pulsed through the orgasm.

Afterward, he put the camera away and climbed back into bed and curled up behind me. He kissed the back of my neck and shoulders telling me how much he loved me and how hot I made him.

“Baby that was the best ever”, he was still kissing me as he fell asleep.

The next morning, we were back to normal again, but I knew that a line had been crossed. He left for school and I went into his studio, found the box of photos with the videos. I put one video after another in the VCR and the thought of that old man watching them had me squirming on the bed as I got myself off. I was in deep trouble and I knew it.

About a week later, I asked Bob if he had put his portfolio together and could I see it. He said he hadn’t made the final cut and felt that it was missing something.

He was quiet again for a couple of minutes before he spoke up again. “Well, since we’re talking about it, I’m thinking of doing a new shoot, but I need to use two models. I wondered if you’d be willing to be one of them?”

“Well, it depends… what are you thinking about?” I asked tentatively, sensing that he was working up to something.

“I need to start working with a couple of models together to do some different clothing and maybe some lingerie shots. The idea is to get a chemistry thing going between the 2 of them and see what kind of shots come out of it. At first I wasn’t going to ask you, I didn’t think you’d be interested, but to be honest, I’d rather work with you than anyone else. I know what to expect from you, I know I can get the chemistry from you. I’d only have to worry about the other model and getting what I wanted from him.”

“Him?” I questioned

“Yeah, it’s got to be guy/girl shoot,” he said. “That’s why I hadn’t mentioned it before now, I was trying to get Steve and his girlfriend to pose for me, but she’s kind of freaked out by the whole thing. I don’t think it’d work too well with her if she’s freaked already and hasn’t even seen a camera. She”s posed before for him and for me too, you”ve seen the shots, but the thought of me filming them together bothers her.”

“I don’t know Robert, I’m not really sure how comfortable I’d be posing with another guy, I really need to think about that.”

“Well whatever… it’s totally up to you Jenn, if you’re not into it, then you probably shouldn’t do the shoot because it’ll show in the shots. But, if you decide not to, and that’s fine, I understand, let me know in the next couple of days though so that I can make other plans and get everything organized. I need to get the shots done next weekend.”

That night when we got home and got dressed for bed or undressed as the case may be, he turned out the light and when he climbed into started talking again about how people knew it was me that he photographed. It really got him hot thinking that other guys had figured out it was me. He started talking about them leering at my tits and ass and how crazy it’d make them to see the shots if he had his way with a really wild shoot. Then he started to fantasize about a photo shoot that goes completely out of control.

The more he whispered the hotter I got. I closed my eyes and he described the shoot and things that were going to happen to me. He moved up my naked body and straddled my shoulders and slid his hard dick into my mouth as he talked and fantasized. I stroked his dick and blew him as he described a strange man totally having his way with me, making me suck his dick and then fucking my brains out while Bob photographed the whole thing.

Then he started talking about showing people pictures of my pussy filled with a hard dick and pictures of me making love to that same hard dick with my mouth. He was rubbing my pussy as he was describing the pictures and it just sent me over the top and he blew his load down my throat.

I didn’t give him a chance to rest, I rolled out from under him and then on top of him. I slid down until I felt his dick rubbing against my pussy. In one move, I reached down slipped it into my pussy and then sat back burying it deep inside myself.

He closed his eyes and then I started to talk.

“Is this what you want, you want to see me riding him like this? This what you want to take pictures of?” I whispered.

He nodded and I rode him harder pinning his shoulders down as I rotated my hips in a circular up and down motion.

“You like the idea of seeing a stranger fucking my tender pussy don’t you, it makes you hard… the thought of my pussy lips wrapped around someone else”s dick… huh Bobby, makes you want to come doesn’t it?”

He nodded again. I leaned back so that he could see his dick sliding in and out. “Is this what you want to see? This what you want to take some pictures of as his dick is slowly working its way in and out of me? Stretching my pussy Bobby as he pulls it out only to ram it back in again, you want to hear me scream and moan and beg for another man’s cock Bobby?”

He groaned and reached up to grab my hips, and started to thrust hard into me. “Yeah he growled, that’s exactly what I want, I want him to fuck the living shit out of that tight little pussy of yours, I want you screaming like a whore in heat as he plows his big, black dick deep into you.”

I started to moan and cry out as he slammed into me like a madman. The orgasm hit like a ton of bricks and I attacked him with my pussy. He couldn’t take it for long and started to blast his load into me. I leaned down and bit his shoulder as my orgasm overcame me. I rode him hard and squeezed every drop out of him.

I don’t know if I just passed out or what happened, but in any event we both must”ve been asleep for awhile. I woke up with him slowly moving inside me again. I was still lying on his chest and I’m pretty sure he was asleep while he was doing it. I guess it didn”t matter if he was asleep or not, it was still good enough to work me into another orgasm.

The next morning over coffee, he asked me again if I wanted to do the shoot next weekend. I hadn’t really had much time to think it, but I was still in a kind of sexual languor from the night before and so I guess that’s why I casually agreed. I figured that most of the people in class had already seen me, so there really wasn’t going to be anything other than the maybe a milder form of what had already been exhibited. It never occurred to me that maybe it could be alot more intense.

The week went by in the typical blur of academic life and before I knew it, Saturday was here. Bobby told me that he had gotten a guy named Mark from his photo class to be the model and that he invited him over for dinner before we set up to do the shoot. I knew Mark, he and Bobby were friends at school. He was pretty good looking black guy and had a swimmers body. He was cool, a little quiet, but seemed nice enough guy.

I took a nice long bath while Bobby made dinner. Around 6, Mark showed up and when I came downstairs a few minutes later, the guys were drinking some beers and laughing. Bob said that everything was ready in the kitchen, so we sat down to a spaghetti dinner. Now, I have to admit, Bob could really cook, he made a pretty mean sauce. We must’ve drank like 3 bottles of wine during the meal and afterwards while we cleaned up the kitchen. I was pretty loose. Not drunk mind you, but relaxed certainly.

It was a little after 8 pm by the time we made our way into the studio. Bob had the clothes he wanted me to wear for tonight’s shoot all laid out. I noticed that he had got an old fashioned chaise lounge somewhere, it one of those things that had just one arm and no back on it. He had set it in the middle of the floor. Around that he had material draped from the ceiling to the floor and over other boxes and stuff. It looked pretty cool when it was all lit up.

I went over to see what clothes he had selected. Most were pretty routine things, but mixed in was some lingerie including some of my nicer bras and panties. Bob had more wine down there and we all refilled as he explained what he wanted to do. It seemed pretty simple, really. He wanted to start off doing a play on textures and tones. Mark would be in rough clothing, like a wool shirt and blue jeans to start and I would be in a softer flowing or silky things.

He stood up, lifting the boy in his arms as he rose. He said, “Hello, I didn’t think I would see you again. I forgot to tell you my name the other day, I am David and this is my son, Junior.” I smiled, and said, “It’s great to see you again.” Then he said, “Will you join us?”, as he gestured toward his towels. I sat down with them. He handed me a cold drink, then we started talking about our lives. The hours seemed to go by quickly. Before I realized it, I had actually sunburned, which I rarely do. Now I have the shape of sunglasses burned onto my face. I am expecting David and his son for dinner in an hour. I just wanted to send this quick e-mail before starting to cook. I really have a good feeling about this. I hope things work out for us. I have to satisfy my sexual hunger by watching, when I am not involved with a man. When I do have sex, I like to watch myself in a mirror. It’s such a turn on to be a voyeur. You should try it. Keep one thing in mind, if you ever have sex in public. I might be watching you!

Editors note: She might be watching me? That’s my biggest fantasy at this point!

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We all laughed a little, and then Beth and I started in. I caressed her breasts; the boobs that I had lusted after for so long. Her entire body was no more beautiful than Sharon’s, but it was different. As many times as I had seen her naked, her skin still felt unfamiliar. Her hair was slightly thicker and her skin was just a bit softer. Her tongue danced differently in my mouth and on my cock. It was wonderful. Sharon and Eli watched intently as I explored every inch of Beth’s body. As I put my finger to Beth’s pussy, it didn’t feel as hot as Sharon’s, but it was wetter. I could tell that our partners were getting excited again as they watched us get into fucking position. I slid in quickly and Beth moaned loudly as I did. The inside of her pussy vibrated as she vocalized and I felt like I would cum instantly.

After we worked into a rhythm, I noticed that Eli was hard again and pawing at Sharon. She moved her head between Beth and I and gave me a long French kiss on the mouth. It was such an amazing feeling to have my cock buried in one hot woman, while another one (my favorite) kissed me. After the kiss, Sharon moved back over to Eli and planted her mouth on his cock. Soon, I was watching her get laid again, while I pumped away in her cousin. Beth had a way of rocking her hips forward and back further than Sharon and the pressure on my dick caused me to cum violently and quickly. Her motion seemed to intensify as I started to cum and it felt like her pussy was literally sucking the cum out of me. It was a longer, more intense orgasm than I had ever had. Beth climaxed just as I was finishing.

Beth and I were ready for more action within minutes after watching Eli hump Sharon doggie style. The four of us spent hours trying every imaginable sex position. We all ended up skipping work and school for a couple of days.

This lifestyle went of for over two years before Sharon and I moved to another city for career reasons. The four of us still vacation together regularly and our trips always revitalize our sex lives for a while.

“I hope those are happy tears?” you rumble in my ear.

I nod and smile at you. “I just get overemotional at the silliest times.”

“This is not a silly times.” You kiss my salty mouth and I wrap you up in a full body hug and begin to slowly, very slowly move up and down your thick shaft. Our bellies together, our chests, our lips and tongues, entangled in a true lovers’ knot. Our heartbeats are drums in stereo. Your breath becomes my breath. Your sweat is my drink. My heat is your welcome.

My hips have already begun to pick up the pace as my need grows steadily hotter. I put a little side to side swing into my hips and I grin broadly as you moan your approval, nipping at my breasts. I mock-growl at you and we look down for a moment and watch your cock slip in and out of my slick pussy. Our breathing changes into something more bestial. I look into your eyes and see fires burning fiercely. It makes my breath catch in my throat and my spirit answer an unspoken challenge. I grab you by the chin, “Do you want me?” I ask, my own voice a bit fierce.

“Yes.” You growl.

“Then take me.” I challenge. You roll me onto my back and brace yourself with one arm, the other arm is lifting my ass off ground until most of my weight is in my shoulder blades. Your eyes burn almost maniacal into mine as you withdraw almost entirely from my pussy and ram it back in almost brutally. I cry out with surprise as well as ecstasy. My shoulder slide a few inches along the grass. I put my arms over my head to brace myself but rather showing fear or intimidation, I just open my thighs wider and hiss at you.

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Your mouth drops open in surprise. “If you’re gonna fuck me, than fuck me! Let me know there’s a real man between my thighs!” I give you the wickedest smile. You snarl back at me, “Just remember, sweetie, you asked for this.” And you begin to fuck me with an rough abandon, your thick cock pistoning in and out of my practically steaming little cunt. Our bodies thud wetly together, the impact makes my teeth clack together but my hips rise eagerly to each and every one of your powerful thrusts. Sweat runs in little rivers across your back, around your sides to drop wetly on my skin where it mingles with my own sweat, channels of it running down my ribcage until it damply pools in the hollow of my throat. There is no kissing or sweet nothings now. You bite me and I claw at your back as the irrational cruelty of our animal natures is ignited by the heat of friction between our demanding bodies, racing each other towards bliss and fulfillment. Somehow, I feel like I’m fighting you and worshiping you every time I raise my hips to accommodate your thick cock into my tight silken sheath. My pussy wetly welcomes you while flexing tightly around your shaft as if to block your advance. But it is a battle of acceptance that occurs only on an instinctual level for my mind is dazed with you. I watch your strong body flexing and working. Striving. I’m in awe, I’m in lust, I’m being thoroughly, completely, inescapably fucked, Fucked, FUCKED!

“Yes! DO IT!!! Fuck me! Just like that! OOOOOoooo, You ANIMAL! Harder! Yeah, IMPALE that soft little pussy. Do you feel it surrendering to you with each thrust?”

Your answer is to bite my throat. I throw back my head and arch my neck against your teeth and whimper softly. It inspires you to fuck me at a blinding rate. All thought is washed away. I only feel. My entire universe consists of heat, friction, pleasure and You. I begin to pant, little screams of ecstasy escaping from my throat. I can hear you grunting with effort to keep such a pace. The pleasure whirls higher and higher the heat burns brighter and brighter. I don’t realize it but my body has become a taut bowstring, arched almost completely off the ground. You are clasped tightly to me, it almost looks like you’re attacking me. A Minotaur come out of legend to devour the damsel. I can’t make sentences anymore, I can just encourage you on with “YESSSSSSSS’ s” and “OHHHH GODDD!’s” and it isn’t long before the only thing coming out of my mouth is a scream. The cords of your neck are strained and your voice is a garbled snarl as battle your way through my pink into your own orgasm. Suddenly, you clamp down on my shoulder with your teeth and shudder and shudder as you empty litres of cum into my pussy. I buck against you and unknowingly rake my fingernails down your back in angry red furrows as wave after wave of my own orgasm crashes down the canyon of my pussy washing everything human away with it! It seems to go on forever until we both collapse to the ground in steaming heaps. We lay there for quite some time just breathing and trembling as you soften inside of me. Eventually, you raise yourself on your elbow and we look at each other with new eyes, unsure what to say to each other.

“Wow!” I say simply.

“Wow!” you agree. You notice all the bite marks on me for the first time, the one on my shoulder already purpling. “Oh my god! I hurt you!” you sound dismayed.

“No, you didn’t!” I quickly reassure you and as I move I feel all the bites, I look at my shoulder. “You bit me!” I say needlessly. “When did you do that?” You shake your head mutely and shrug your shoulder which causes you to feel the heat in your back for the first time.

“Ow!” You say.

“What?” I gently disengage from you and look at your back. My hands fly to my mouth with shock. “OHHH NO!”

“Did you tear up my back woman?” You ask with a mock ferociousness. I look at the long welts, some of them actually bleeding.

“I didn’t mean to!” I squeak. “I’m so sorry!”

You shrug. “Tit for tat. I give you the teeniest little nibble and you take off half my back off from the feel of it”

“Teeniest little…” I echo dumbfounded. “I would have fared better with the sharks!” We chuckle. “Come on, I have to put some iodine on those scratches before they become infected.” I start down the little path, still careful of stones and sticks and bugs.

You follow after me, complaining, “Iodine? I’m sure I have some peroxide or something instead…”