Take My Picture

I’m at my best behind the camera. If you want to see my work, just take a look at the billboards up and down the Sunset strip in Los Angeles. Occasionally, you can find my photos gracing the larger-than-life advertising screens in Times Square. I usually get booked by major magazines and fashion houses. I’m a little too expensive and well-known to be shooting photos for the swimsuit section of a department store catalog. Oh, well. I owe my friend—another photographer—a favor and today’s the day he called it in. It sounded on the phone like he was way too hungover to be able to work. I wait impatiently at my tripod, checking the settings on my camera for what feels like the hundredth time. Where is this model? I’d like to get this shoot done before the sun goes down. Around me, the set buzzes with activity. Production assistants rush around checking light temperatures. The art director barks orders into his cellphone while the production manager starts to sweat over the fact that we’re now running five minutes late.

Oh, there you are. The model has arrived. Finally. I glance up from the viewfinder of my camera. Whoa. You are…gorgeous. I mean, you’re a model, so it’s not surprising. But…wow. I clear my throat and glance away, although my gaze is magnetically drawn back to you every few moments. You are definitely way too attractive and unique looking to be modeling for a regional department store. I wonder if you feel like this shoot is a waste of your time, too. You make your way onto the set and stand just a few feet away from my camera. You’re wearing nothing but a small black bikini, your plump breasts just barely concealed behind the thin triangles of fabric. Your thick and luscious legs move with grace and confidence as you test out a few poses for yourself.

“Hey there. Ready to get started?”

You flash me a bright smile and a nod as you arrange yourself beneath the array of bright, warm lights. The light bounces off of your smooth skin and I stare at you for a few moments longer than necessary as I plan my shots. Damn. You are really stunning.

“Can you let your arms hang loosely at your sides? And start walking towards the camera? Yeah, that’s great.”

You follow my instructions with ease, swaying your hips back and forth as you come towards me. Your eyes connect with mine through the viewfinder and there’s a small flirtatious smirk on your lips. I know rationally that you’re looking at the camera, that you’re doing your job, but I can’t help but feel like you’re looking straight at me. I take a series of photos. Ten, fifteen. All of them look great. You’re a natural at this. Way better than some of the other department store models I’ve had to photograph. Man, these images are coming out so good.

“Perfect. How about you sit down on the chair there? Legs slightly parted. ”

Your eyes briefly meet mine and that smirk is back on your lips. Are you...enjoying being told what to do? I mean, I might be projecting here, but it kind of seems like it. You splay yourself out on the lounge chair behind you, leaning back and kicking your long legs out in front of you. I glance up from behind the camera and simply take in the sight of you. You just look so fucking good. The thought occurs to me that I could tell you to get on your knees if I wanted to. Or ask you to spread your legs wide open. I guess that’s a bit too scandalous for a department store catalog, but I wonder if you would do it…I release my camera from the tripod and make my way towards you. My breath hitches in the back of my throat as I get closer and closer. Ah, I hadn’t noticed until now how luscious your lips are. You glance up at me from the lounge chair and slowly scrape your teeth across your bottom lip. But is it for me? Or for the camera?

I’d like to know with a little more certainty if you’re sending me signals, or if you’re just really, really good at doing your job…

“Could you lean back onto your elbows? Maybe slide your legs together slightly. Just like that, yeah.”

You obey my command and a bolt of desire shoots through me. I take a few more photos while standing over you. I try not to think about how great your breasts look from this angle. Finally, I return my camera to the tripod and glance over at my monitor. I’m greeted with a series of flawless photos of you. These images are turning out so well. All because of you.

“How's this? Is this good for you?”

Are you...flirting with me? Were you making some kind of innuendo just now? I release the shutter a few more times and smile at you from behind the camera. I think I’ve got what I need for the catalog. But I would love to keep photographing you…

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything I need. Thanks a lot, everyone. Good work today. ”

I busy myself with checking over the photos on the monitor once again. I could start breaking down the equipment, but I’d rather watch you out of the corner of my eye for as long as I can. You get up from the lounge chair, but you seem to be hesitant to leave the set. To my surprise, you make your way towards me. I pretend to be distracted by the monitor, like I don’t notice you approaching me and placing your hand on my shoulder. Electricity jolts through me at your touch.

“Hey, can I ask you for a favor?”

A favor? What could you possibly need from me?

“I need some new shots for my portfolio. Would you mind taking a few extra photos of me? ”

More photos of you? My heart begins to race at the thought of you and I, alone on set. I tell you I’d be happy to take some more photos. Around us, the production assistants are packing up and leaving the studio. I promise I’ll take down the lights and turn off the equipment when we’re finished. Soon, it’s just you, me, and my camera on the empty set. You return to the spotlight in front of my camera and give me a look like you’re waiting for my instructions. Your face is perfectly illuminated by the warm lights surrounding you. Your dark eyes sparkle slightly. I have to admit I’m feeling quite excited about the prospect of directing you once again. This time, all alone.

“So, how do you want me?”

Was that a hint of submissiveness in your tone? It sounds as if you want me to tell you exactly what to do. Is it pleasurable for you to do what you’re told? I think I may have just stumbled onto the perfect submissive. This feels like a fantasy I could have dreamed up in my mind. A submissive model just happens to need a favor from a dominant photographer. But, no. Here you are, in the flesh, asking me, a guy who loves to take control, how I want you. I know exactly how I want you. And god, we’re about to have so much fun together. Previously, I made sure to ask you to change positions. Now, I think I’ll lay off the pleasantries and tell you exactly what I’d like to see.

“Lie down on the lounge chair. Place your arm above your head. ”

You lie on your side and point your beautiful dark eyes up at me. My lower body prickles with arousal. My desire for you is becoming quite visible. And honestly? I don’t think I’m going to try and hide it. I’m going to take a chance and give you what I’m fairly certain you want from me.

“Spread your legs open.”

Your gaze meets mine through the camera once again. Then, as if granting me permission, you slowly slide your knees apart and reveal the space between your legs. Damn, this is really, really hot...

“Do you want me to take my top off?”

Your question startles me and I clear my throat to avoid sounding so surprised. That escalated quickly. You certainly are eager, aren’t you? Well, I think it’s time I put you in your place and made you be patient. You’re in control here, we’re both just pretending you’re not. I can’t wait to see where this goes...

“No. Not yet. Run your hands up your thighs.”

You do as your told almost immediately, giving me a pouty stare as you draw your fingertips slowly up the length of your thighs, I slide my camera strap over my head and situate myself behind you. My chest is heaving slightly and I can see the outline of my erection beneath the intense lights. Your breasts…I’d love to get my hands on them.

“Play with your nipples. Get them nice and hard. Then, you may remove your top. ”

You chuckle beneath your breath as I circle around you, snapping pictures every couple of seconds. Your hands cup each of your breasts and you gently pluck at your nipples through the thin bathing suit top. You pinch them between your thumb and forefinger, rolling each nipple around until it stands at attention. Just like that. Oh, that’s perfect.

“That’s very good. Now you may take your top off. Oh, and I think you had better start calling me Sir.”

I snap a few more images as you begin to untie the knot at the center of your toned back. You let the bikini top fall away and reveal your perky, tight little nipples.

“What do you want me to do now? Maybe I should get down on my knees, Sir? ”

Goddamn, that is so sexy to hear you say. My erection is growing more visible with every passing second. I wonder…what exactly are we heading towards here? Are you just leading me on? Teasing me relentlessly? Or are you interested in taking this to the next level?

“I think you need to be patient and remember who is in charge here.”

Your eyes are so filled with lust as your tongue darts out and licks your lower lip. You slide off of the lounge chair and kneel in front of me with your hands in your lap. It’s hard to be patient when you’re so eager, isn’t it?

“Would you like to see what you’ve done to me?”

You nod emphatically and I see your hands tremble in your lap, like you were about to reach up and unbutton them before remembering you must wait to be told what to do. That look of longing on your face makes my whole body prickle with desire.

“Yes, Sir. May I please unbutton your pants? ”

I give you a silent nod to go ahead. You reach upwards and lay your hands against my hips. Your fingers twist at the button keeping my jeans on. You peel my boxers down to my ankles and wrap your hand around the shaft of my rigid cock. Ahhh…fuck. You stroke me a few times before leaning forward and sealing your lips around the head. Oh my. Oh, fuck yeah…my camera hangs loosely in my hand as I tangle my free hand in the soft tendrils of your hair. You take the full length of my shaft between your lips before slowly sliding down to the head once again. Your eyes never stray away from mine. You pull your lips away from me and I take the opportunity to put my camera down on the ground.

I’m fairly certain I won’t be needing it anymore. I kneel down beside you and pull your body close to mine. I lift you up into my lap. My hands trail up your sides and skim past your breasts as I press my lips up against your neck in a hungry kiss. You respond just as enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around my neck and pulling me close to you. Mmm, you smell fucking amazing. And your skin is so incredibly soft as I trail my lips down your collarbone and to the center of your breasts.

Our bodies writhe against each other as we both give into the desire that’s been building since we started the photo shoot. I pull swiftly at your bikini bottoms and tug them away, giving me access to your pussy. A small triangle of cropped pubic hair brushes up against my hand as I take hold of my cock and tease your opening with it. I tease you, pretending I’m about to enter you before pulling away and denying you. I give you just the softest of touches with the tip of my cock before making you wait for it once again. That’s right. Be a good girl and be patient for me.

Finally, I push myself inside of you. direct it towards your entrance. My cock glides up inside of you and your tight inner walls clench around me. You are so slick and warm and your pussy squeezes against my sensitive cock. For a few moments, I just hold myself inside of you, letting both of us feel each other, how worked up we both are. Finally, I slide almost entirely out of you…and then…I push myself in once again. Just like that…in and out. Oh, god you are so tight. Faster now. In and out, in and out. Oh, fuck yes. Yes….

You press against the back of my head until I’m face-first in your breasts. I kiss them over and over again, each luscious mound bouncing in my face over and over again. Does your tight pussy like being spread open wide by my cock? Yeah? Does it? I wrap my hands around your ass and help you move up and down on my shaft with greater force and speed. In and out, over and over again. Sliding in and out of you…your thighs are so sticky with your desire. Fuck, you feel so good. Pleasure is spreading throughout my entire body as the pent-up desire I’ve been holding onto is finally given an outlet.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, yes! Just like that.”

Your voice is breathy and high-pitched and your eyes are squeezed tight. Fuck, I’m ready to cum. I think we’re both going to cum.

I…oh, god, I…I really wasn’t expecting this when I came into work this morning. We slowly disentangle from one another and you step inside the bikini bottoms. I pull my pants up, my chest still heaving, and grab my camera off of the floor. I’ll make sure not to upload these last few images to my work computer.

You stretch your arms high above your head and give me another lustful smile. You ask if I’m free next week to meet up and go over them together. I wonder if we got any good shots for your portfolio.