Third Shoot

So my first two photo shoots, one in Pittsburgh and one in Scranton, were fun, productive and I got some good pics. My BF at the time was with me and nothing went off the rails. A female model I worked with was supposed to meet us at the motel never showed. Yes I was disappointed.

My third shoot was local. A younger photographer, still older than me, this time and no escort. What could go wrong?

I wore my favorite corset/skirt combo. I have a pic on my profile, on another site, on a bench outside the museum and another where I'm tied to some pipes. The corset had 13 hooks in the front. I know because I counted them several times as they were opened. In the pic 5 were open.

The shoot started out good, just some glamour shots. Eventually the hooks started coming open and I could feel myself getting a bit horny. The photographer was cute and we had a connection. We did some ball gag/wrist restraints on a bench then, after being released, some close-ups of my tattoos.

When it came to my chest tattoo I pulled the corset down and revealed my nipple.

He stopped for a second and made a mild choking sound.

"Very nice. I love those types of nipples. I shouldn't be saying that."

My areolas are large and dark and my nipples are a bit more than 1/2 inch when hard.

"Why not?" I asked, "I like compliments."

He smiled, we went back to the shoot. I let the hooks open and flashed my nipples some more. I noticed his jeans begin to fill out nicely.

He was kneeling shooting me at a table when, for an unknown reason, I flipped my skirt up and spread my legs. He liked it and we did more up skirt shots untill He went to His truck to get us some water. I was able to slip my thong off and waited.

When He came back I went to the end of a table and, after moving my feet apart, bent over the table. Yes, He noticed my wardrobe change. From His growing bulge He liked it. And wanted to do more up skirt shots.

He said, somewhat embarrassed, "You have a very pretty pussy."

"I'm glad you like it."

"And very nice legs." He continued, "I got a room for the afternoon if you want to shoot some lingerie or maybe nudes?"

Hmm. I looked at the bulge. "I would love to."

We decided to just take His truck, so I grabbed a bag from my car. We were off. It didn't take long to realize where we were headed. The Penn View.

I got out of the car, corset open, no thong. I belonged. I still didn't think it was going to be my first fuck the photographer. Not fuck the photographer but fuck... you get it.

We were quiet as we entered the room. I kicked off my sandals and sat on the bed. He kinda paced the room.

"I want to apologize. I've never been this unprofessional on a shoot." He was referring to his hard-on.

"You don't think I get horny doing this? You didn't see how wet I was getting? I love the fact you're hard." I wanted to fuck.

"So what do we do?" He asked.

I leaned towards him, grabbed His belt and pulled Him towards me. As I undid His belt He kicked off His sneakers. I unzipped His jeans and worked them down over His hips. I pulled down His shorts and caught His cock in my mouth. As he stepped out of His boxers I grasped His ass and pulled Him closer, working my lips down the shaft.

As I worked it I could feel it throb in my mouth and worked the lower shaft and balls with my hands. I could hear Him moan as His shirt was removed. His hands went to my head and he gently began thrusting His hips.

"Oh my God, it's been so long. I'm gonna cum."

I worked it faster, I felt Him tense up, then He exploded into my mouth. I swallowed and He kept cumming. When He finally stopped I kept working it, squeezing out every last drop. It seemed to get harder after He was done. I just kept sucking.

Eventually He withdrew from my mouth, sitting next to me. He began to open the hooks of my corset. I felt myself trembling. Corset removed, His hand began working my breasts, lightly pinching and twisting my nipples. I lay back and He leaned down and licked them. I felt a hand move up under my skirt.

He sat up, a frustrated look on His face. "I didn't bring condoms."

"I don't care, I need this."

I stood, removed my skirt. He stood, kissed me and guided me onto the bed. Laying next to me He kissed me, His tongue slipping past my lips, a hand roaming my body. My back arched as He fingered my pussy. I was His.

I could see us in a dresser mirror, I enjoy it as a voyeuristic touch. I found that out about me during a weekend in a very mirrored fantasy suite.

I've always enjoyed mirrors during sex or masturbating but that suite took it to a new level. I could look into my reflection's eyes, and judge her harshly, for being what I was. Watch her being undressed, taken, used for his pleasure, a man she met for the first time. Everything was agreed to, except one pleasant surprise, but the visual was intense. But back to the current story.

He finger fucked me, going between deep kisses, then licking and sucking my nipples, then back to my mouth. He went back to my nipples, biting each one, then licked His way down my belly till His mouth found my clit. His fingers thrust into me as His tongue explored me. He replaced His fingers with His tongue, working my lips, then swirling my clit, fingers back into me.

My hips rocked, my legs were spread wide, I moaned my approval. I could feel my body taking over. I told myself it was too soon to cum. I let Him go for a bit then took His head in my hands, our eyes met, He knew what I wanted. He moved between my legs.

I looked down between my legs, watching His cock throb as if it had a life of its own. He guided the cock head to my pussy. His thick head filled me, He pressed it deep as my back arched, I moaned.

"Fuck it's big. God, it's, holy fuuuck!"

He lowered Himself onto me, I moved my upper body rubbing my nipples against His chest. They were rock hard. His hips began to thrust, we kissed, I ran my hands up and down His back. His thrusts came quicker. I used my hips to meet each thrust. He had a large sack, it slapped against my ass.

Only a few people I've been with matched His size and I was loving it! I soon learned every time He came it would take longer for the next. That was fine with me.

He took some of His weight off of me. I kissed His chest and sucked His nipples. He kept pounding me as I grunted into His chest. I played with my own nipples. He would change His pace, pulling all but the head out then thrusting hard and deep, then back to pounding. I turned my head towards the mirror and grunted.

He hooked my legs. Now I could see His cock penetrating me, as well as feeling Him. I watched my hands go down His back, groping His buttocks, urging Him to ride me. I could feel my body taking over, it was my turn to cum.

I pressed my face into His chest to muffle myself.

"Umm, good, fuuuck, God I'm cum. Shit fuck."

He looked down at me, smiled and fucked me even harder. He closed His eyes, I felt him tense, He grunted, thrust 3 or 4 times pumping His cum into me. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He unhooked my legs, lowered Himself onto me and we kissed. He moved His hips, thrusting slowly, His tongue entered my mouth, I let out a deep moan. We stayed like that, I don't know how long, just enjoying each other and what we had done.

He withdrew from me, wrapped His legs around my right leg, my left going over His right shoulder, spread wide He reentered me. Laying on His right side He shifted His hips closer to me, His hand played with my clit as He fucked me. His other hand went to my nipple and He worked it roughly.

It was my first time in this position, I was loving it. I looked in the mirror wishing it had a mirrored canopy. I closed my eyes imagining the view. I winced as He felt deeper than before. He got more aggressive with my clit trying to make me cum again. He succeeded.

He asked, "Can we go doggy?"

"Whatever you want."

I quickly went on all four as He entered me from the rear. He grabbed my hips pulling me to meet His thrusts. He slowed. His hands ran up and down my back, to my cheeks, fingers grazing my back hole, down my outer thighs, up the back of my legs and lingered on my ass.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the view."

I took a deep breath, "If you want it, take it."

He withdrew from my pussy and lined up to my ass. He pushed, I pushed back. The head entered me, pushed through, He worked Himself deeper. I lowered my head to the mattress. He started pumping. Each thrust His balls would slap my pussy, it added pleasure to the pain. He fucked me. He got my arms, crossed them behind my back as if I were bound and rode me.

I whimpered, moaned, gasped, even teared up but He didn't stop. I don't think He could. But He wanted me and I would do anything for Him. Pulling back on my arms His pace increased, He released my arms and grasped my hips, He filled me with His cum.

I straightened my legs, going down flat, He lowered Himself onto my back, kissing my neck.

"And I thought your pussy was tight. I guess we won't shoot together again?"

"I could do this every day."

From there we cleaned up, said a passionate goodbye.

We shot, and fucked, again. And again. On the rocks in the valley and by the lake. The cemetery, a tent and several motels. At His house, my bf's house and road head whether He wanted it or not. It was a wonderful time.