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Ultimate Fantasy: The Photoshoot

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My phone buzzed and I jumped. I’d been expecting the text but still, my hands shook as I picked up my phone.

I’m in the lobby, shall I come up?

That had been the arrangement, and I didn’t want to back out of it. Maybe it would’ve been easier to meet in the bar for a drink first, but I wanted this to be as professional as possible. This was going to be a photoshoot, nothing more. 

I texted back, my fingers suddenly feeling like sausages. Come right up. Room 402.

This was really going to happen. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I’d wanted this, hadn’t I? I’d arranged it all, so now it was too late to back out. Besides, we’d been talking on the phone and sexting each other for months. I felt like I really knew him, and I definitely trusted him. He’d promised to keep this meeting professional, even though he’d be taking graphic photos of me. 

I shivered with desire and nerves. I was wearing nothing but a silk robe loosely tied around my waist. I’d contemplated wearing a dress with sexy lingerie underneath, but I’d felt that the act of undressing in front of him would be too arousing. Now I wasn’t too sure about my choice. He couldn’t photograph me in this robe, but as soon as I took it off, I’d be completely naked. Maybe it would have been better to slowly work up to that. Some pictures in sexy lingerie, some topless pictures and slowly working up to being completely naked and then from there to the more pornographic images I had requested. 

But we didn’t have all day. I’d insisted on putting a time limit on the photoshoot, as I knew myself well enough. I had no control once I was properly aroused, and I didn’t want to have sex with him. Not yet, anyway. Today was about the photoshoot and I didn’t want to make any rash decisions. 

The knock on the door made me yelp. He was here!  Before I could change my mind, I opened the door. I stammered a greeting, but I was too busy staring at him to let him in. 

He was tall, taller than I expected, which was great. He was wearing a light blue jacket over a crisp white button shirt and jeans. I couldn’t help but glance down. The jeans were sufficiently tight to allow me a glimpse of his bulge. Geez, was he already hard or was his cock always this big?

Heat flushed me as I realised he was staring at me. “I’m so sorry, please come in.”

He grinned as he stepped into the room. “Like what you see?”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d caught me staring. But I’d seen enough pictures of him naked that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about this. 

Looking him square in the eyes I smiled. “Very much so.”

His smile widened. “I’m glad to hear it, but you remember our deal, right? I stay dressed.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He opened his arms. “Can I give you a hug?”

I stepped into his embrace, conscious of how little fabric there was between him and my skin. His hands caressed my back, straying lower until he cupped my ass. I pressed myself against him, eager to feel his hard body against mine. It had been too long since a man had hugged me like this.

He kissed my neck and heat pooled between my legs. If I wasn’t careful, I’d throw myself at him, begging him to take me, and that wouldn’t do. I wanted those photos done.

Stepping out of his embrace, I tucked my hair behind my ear. He took a step back and looked me up and down. I fidgeted under his intense gaze, but I made no effort to turn away. 

“You’re breathtaking,” he said at last. “I’m so honoured I get to take pictures of you.”

In an effort to keep my mounting arousal under control, I gestured around the room. “Is there enough light here? I think the room is nice enough, and there are a couple of angles to work with, but you’re the professional.”

He put down his big camera bag. I was happy he wasn’t just using his phone to take pictures, that would have felt a bit too invasive. At least with a big camera lens between us, it would all be a bit more professional.

He walked to the other end of the room and opened the inner curtains. Light streamed in, but the room was now completely exposed to the office buildings opposite the hotel. Being watched while masturbating was one of my fantasies, something I had mentioned to him in passing. Him opening the curtains like that was no coincidence. He wanted me to unleash my exhibitionist side. I wasn’t sure I was ready to let that part of me out, but I was horny enough not to ask him to close the curtains again. 

“Why don’t you undress while I get my camera ready?” He barely looked at me as he opened his bag and took out the camera.

I swallowed. This was the moment of truth. He was here as a professional, so it didn’t matter whether he liked my body or not. But, at the same time, this was also the man I’d been sexting and chatting with for over six months, and I wanted him to be as aroused by me as I was by him. What if he took one look at my body and didn’t have to fake being professional? I hadn’t doctored any of my photos, but you can still hide a lot in the angles. My scars, my cellulite, my stretch marks, they’d all be clearly visible in this harsh light. 

He straightened up, the camera in his hands. “Well?”
I felt paralysed. Part of me wanted to run away, but this was my hotel room and I wasn’t exactly dressed to go out in public. 

He set down his camera and approached me. “If you’re not ready, why don’t you just loosen your robe? Let me see a peek of your tits. You’re gorgeous, you have nothing to worry about.”

Showing him my tits was nothing. I’d plastered pictures of those all over the internet. Glad that we were starting off slow, I undid the belt on my gown and let my tits spring free. He sucked in a breath and raised his camera. As he started to take a few snaps, I relaxed. This wasn’t so bad. I loved my tits and the sunlight hit my piercings just perfect, making them sparkle. 

“Stand closer to the window and raise your hands above your head.”

I did as he asked, feeling bolder with every photo he took. When the robe fell all the way open, I didn’t make an effort to cover up. He made me turn towards the window, my hands on the glass while he took a few pictures from the side. I was completely exposed to the building opposite and it was hard not to see the shocked faces of some poor office workers as they got a good view of my naked body. Part of me wanted to turn away and cover myself up, but being exposed like that loosened something inside me. I loved being on display.

At last, he lowered the camera. “Do you think you’re comfortable enough to lose the robe now?”

“Oh yes.” I let the robe slide off my shoulders, then tossed it onto the bed. 

“Did you bring some toys?”

He asked it nonchalantly but my pulse raced. Trying to keep my voice level, I said, “They’re on the bedside table.”

“Why don’t you sit back on the bed and open you legs? Give me a view of your wet pussy. After that, we can take a few pics with your toys as well.”

I swallowed and clambered onto the bed. As I crawled to the other side, his voice stopped me. “Stay like that. Lift your hips a bit higher and press your face down.”

I felt vulnerable in this position. I’d taken selfies like this before, so I knew how I looked, but his lens felt probing, invasive almost. I should have felt uncomfortable about this, but heat flushed my body as I listened to him click away. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I love this view.”

My cunt ached to be played with, but I stayed still as he snapped photo after photo. 

“Spread your legs a little and slide your hand between them to cup your pussy.”

Was it my imagination or did he sound as aroused as I felt? I did as he asked and couldn’t resist pressing a finger between my slick folds.

“Perfect, just like that. Feel free to slip a finger inside and play with your pussy if you want.”

I adjusted my position to give myself better access and slid a finger inside my cunt. The temptation to fuck myself hard was almost too strong to resist, but just as I was about to slip a second finger inside, his voice stopped me.

“Leave one finger in, but don’t fuck yourself. I want to take some close ups.”

I wondered how long I could hold out as he took another series of photos. I was so hot and wet and horny, I worried I’d spontaneously combust. And we’d only just started taking the more pornographic photos.

“I’d love to take some pictures of your glorious ass with some hand prints on them.”

It took me a moment to realise what he meant. My face flushed and I looked back at him. “Do you mean…?”
“I’d need to spank you for that to happen, though. Would you be okay with that?”

I’d never been spanked before, not in a sexual setting at least. But in my state of arousal I was up for anything. “I’d be more than okay with that.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but I thought he’d at least give me some warning. But no sooner had I said I was okay with it or his hand connected with my right ass cheek. I yelped at the hard sting on my exposed flesh. Before I could recover, he repeated the slap on my other ass cheek.

My ass stinging, he told me to resume position again so he could take pictures of the imprints of his hands. I’d always thought that spanking would be uncomfortable and humiliating, but I found to my surprise that I wanted him to do it again. Not that I would ask him to; the slaps had been to get a hot picture, not for my pleasure. And that was the way I wanted it to be. This was a photoshoot, and I was determined to get through it without succumbing to temptation.

After a while, he stopped snapping pictures. “That’s great, thank you. You can lie back now and spread your legs.”

The fact that his tone was still detached and professional drove me wild. I wanted to grab him and pull him towards me, demanding that he touch me and make me come. But even though we had flirted plenty before today, his sheen of professionalism made me pause. I could see he was aroused—the bulge in his pants left nothing to the imagination—but being aroused and wanting to fuck someone were two different things. Besides, his almost indifference of me ratcheted up my arousal. I wanted to relish this feeling.

I lay down, unsure of what position he wanted me in. “Do you want my knees up, or…?”

He sat on the side of the bed and tapped my knee. “Yes, knees bent and tilt your hips slightly so I can have a good view.”

It was almost clinical how he positioned me, so why was this so arousing? The less sexual interest he showed in me, the greater my lust. 

He got up and looked at me from a few angles. Frowning, he leaned towards me. “If you can just…” He tilted his head. “Do you mind if I make some adjustments?”

Oh god, he was finally going to touch me! I swallowed and shook my head. “I don’t mind. Whatever you need.”

“It’s just that it would look so hot if your pussy was drenched. Let me just…” He put one hand on the inside of my thigh and spread my legs wider. With the other, he slipped two fingers inside and twisted them to get them covered in my juices. 

I bit back a moan as his knuckles grazed my G-spot. I was so close to coming, all it needed was a bit more stimulation. But then he withdrew his fingers and smeared my juices all over my vulva.

“That’s better.” He gave me a quick smile. “Hope that wasn’t too forward of me?”

Forward? It took every ounce of my willpower not to beg him to fuck me. Mutely I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

“Great, just stay like that.” He snapped a few photo’s. “Beautiful, your pussy is glistening wet, it looks amazing.” He checked the pictures he’d taken. “Can you pull your legs up and open yourself up a little more for me? I’d like to get a good shot of your inner labia.”

This felt like torture. Agonisingly sweet torture. Patience wasn’t my strong suit and everything in me screamed to throw caution to the wind and at least make myself come, but I stayed still. I wanted this photoshoot, and I didn’t want to fuck him. Not yet, not really. I knew I’d regret it if I threw myself at him. He’d either be a gentleman and refuse me, making me feel like shit, or he’d fuck me and I’d regret it afterwards. Neither option was good. 

So I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the thrum of lust that set my body on fire. 

“Can you pull back the hood of your clit a bit? I’d love to get a good shot of that.”

Biting my tongue to avoid whimpering, I did as he asked. My cunt was soaked by now and my clit was engorged, so it easily peeked out from under the hood. 

After what seemed like an eternity, he lowered the camera. “Do you want to see some of the shots I took?”

I did, but my need for release was almost painful now. “Are we done?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t taken any shots of you with your toys yet. I thought you wanted that as well.”

Fuck it. I couldn’t endure more sitting still while all I wanted to do was give myself a big orgasm. I hadn’t planned to fuck myself in front of him, but this was becoming unbearable. 

“You can take pictures while I play.” My voice was hoarse with lust. “I’d love to have some shots of me while I have my orgasm.”

He gave a strangled moan, which he quickly hid with a cough. When he spoke, his voice sounded flat. “That’s okay with me.”

With a sigh of relief, I grabbed my bullet vibrator, but he clamped his hand on my arm. “Start with the glass dildo. I can get some good shots of your pussy with that in it.”

“Okay.” The dildo was my favourite, but the bullet vibrator usually got me off within minutes. Maybe prolonging my release a little longer wasn’t that bad. 

I left the bullet vibrator on the bed and grabbed the cold glass dildo. Sliding it through my slit, I groaned with delight. I lay back and spread my legs. As I slowly pushed the dildo in, I ignored the sounds of the shutter and concentrated on finally, finally being able to enjoy this pleasure.

It felt so good to have my cunt filled. I didn’t bother to worry about being photogenic. If he wanted to get good pictures, he’d have to work for it. I wanted to concentrate on my own pleasure. 

Starting slow, I relished in the way the dildo dragged against my vaginal walls. My cunt reacted immediately, clamping around the hard glass. I ground the dildo hard against my G spot every time I thrust, and pure, hot delight spread throughout my whole body. I moaned and thrashed as the tension rose in my body, my orgasm so close. Closing my eyes I concentrated on all the different sensations in my cunt. It became harder and harder to thrust the dildo as my cunt tightened. Picking up the pace, I bucked my hips in tandem with my thrusts and then, without warning, I fell over the edge, my cunt gushing my juices like a fountain over the bed. 

He gasped and swore as he kept taking pictures, but I wasn’t done yet. Grabbing the bullet vibrator, I turned it on and pressed it against my clit while I kept fucking myself with the dildo. My hands were shaking, but I forced the vibrator to stay on my clit while my body erupted into flames. My next orgasm took next to no time and my cunt convulsed against the dildo. I clamped my legs shut with the force of it, but his hands were on my knees, prising my legs open so he could photograph my cunt in all its orgasmic glory. 

His hands were on mine, pulling the dildo out of my cunt. “I need to switch to video,” he murmured, not waiting for my reply. Not that I was in any state to reply.

I ignored him and let my knees fall to either side of me while I rode out my orgasm. 

When, finally, the contractions had abated, I shivered. I felt drained and exhausted. I wanted to cover myself up and go to sleep, but I lacked the energy even for that.

He lowered the camera and pulled the sheets over me. Sitting next to me on the bed, he brushed my sweat-soaked hair out of my face. 

“That was incredible.” His tone was full of awe. “I can’t wait to show you the results.”

I couldn’t wait to see them, but right now, I needed to sleep. “Will you wait until I’ve rested?”

“Of course. I’ll be right here. When you’ve regained your energy, we can look through the pictures together.”

My eyes felt heavy. I took his hand in mine, eager to keep him by my side as I slept. The pictures could wait, for now. 

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