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Glamour Photography
by: Harry Mudd and an Imaginary Friend
Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in front
of a
camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of course, it wasn't at
any
studio. Time for the old home photo album. You and your lover had
talked
about it for some time, after you had admitted to him that you
enjoyed
looking at the women in the men's magazines, like Playboy, and
Penthouse.
But, you had told him, they seemed a little tame, and that you got
more
excited and envious when you were looking at the more graphic pictures
in
Hustler. The ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show
the
pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun.
You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he take
some
pictures of you. "No," you told him, "I don't think I could do
that.
Looking is one thing, but taking my clothes off for a camera is
something
else. I mean, what if someone saw them??"
"No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them myself, and we
can
save them. That way, in 20-30 years, we'll remember how good we looked,
and
how much fun we had. I'll tell you what: if you don't want to, how
about if
we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You
know,
fashion photography. How about that?"
"Well, I guess that'd be ok," you told him. Thinking to yourself,
though,
"Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see how it goes. I'm
sure
I could always quit."
So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at your place
next
Saturday. Well, today was Saturday, and you had gotten up early,
fixed
yourself a good breakfast, (so your stomach wouldn't be growling), and
took
about 2 hours to do your hair and make-up. When he came in, he said
you
looked great, but that the make-up had to be a bit heavier, so it
would
show up better on film.
"Kinda make it look like a hooker's make-up. I know it seems like too
much,
but it really IS better for the camera. It tends to get washed out from
the
flash, so you need more to make it show up."
So you went walking back into the bathroom (still wearing just a
towel),
and applied more pancake, rouge, eyeshadow, etc...
While in there, you called out to him, "What do I wear?"
"ANYTHING you want, baby," he answered. "Where should I set up?"
You told him the empty living room would be good. You had taken all
the
furniture out so you could put in the new carpet, but so far had
only
gotten as far as removing the old carpet, so all you had now was a
bare
wood floor.
As you put on more cosmetics, you heard him banging around, moving
his
equipment. You wondered what was involved. You assumed he would just
have
his 35mm and a flash. "Must be more to it than that," you thought.
You
guessed that since he had done some photography for "High Society"
before,
that he knew what he was doing.
Having finished with the Mary Kay, you head into the bedroom, and pull
out
a business suit. You pull on the blouse, and put on the crotchless
panties,
hoping he won't notice till later. You pull on your suntan pantyhose
over
them, and put the purple skirt on. The high heels come next, and,
checking
your hair one last time in the mirror, you head out into the large
living
room.
You are surprised at the amount of equipment he has there.
"What IS all that stuff?" you ask.
He starts pointing things out, explaining what they are needed for.
"Well,
that's a tripod, used to hold the camera steady, so we can get very
clear
pictures. Wouldn't do too well to have you all made up, and have it
come
out blurry, now would it? That big white panel is a reflector. I use it
to
even out the lighting all the way around you. That's so when the flash
goes
off, you don't look like you are in a spotlight. These two boxes with
the
umbrellas on them are called 'fill-in flash' units. That's an
additional
way to add light, because with just the flash on the camera, no matter
what
reflectors I had, you'd still be in a spotlight. We want as much a
natural
look as we can manage. I don't want it to look like a picture. I want
it as
a captured moment of time."
You smile at his drop into romanticism, and ask what the cable on
the
camera is for. He told you that it's a remote for setting off the
camera,
to insure even further that the camera doesn't move when he take
the
picture.
"Ok," you say, "NOW what do we do?"
"Well, first, we have some wine. This is needed to relax you. I can see
you
are a bit nervous."
"Well, I've never done any film work before. I don't know what to do.
I'm
afraid I'll mess up."
"Don't worry about it," he told you, "you CAN'T mess up. I'm the one
who
controls everything. Just relax and be yourself."
"OK, but, do we REALLY have to drink this early in the day? I mean,
it's
only 10 am."
"Yep, necessary. Believe me, it's ok. It's only 1 drink."
He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a drink, in a
long
stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and notice its chilled just right,
and
actually tastes good for this early in the morning. You sit down, and
look
around, intimidated by everything. You aren't sure if you want to
continue
with this.
He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time.
"Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax, it'll be
ok.
Think of it as fun, not something to be afraid of. Just like having
your
school picture taken."
"I HATED getting my school picture. They ALWAYS turned out terrible."
"Not this time, love. This time it'll be great. You're so
beautiful, I
could do this with a instamatic and make people think it was a Renoir."
You smile at him, relaxing a bit. You are enjoying the attention he
is
giving you.
"A Renoir? No, I don't think so. Maybe I'd make a good Picasso?" You
make a
funny face at him, sticking your tongue out.
He laughs, and leans forward to give you a kiss. You stop him,
reminding
him of the lipstick.
"Hey, wait!" he says. "That's perfect. Stay there." And he turns the
camera
around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs,
and
hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem.
He
takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so he can
get
the ring of lipstick you have lip on the rim. Then he has you hold it
up
almost to your lips, ready to take a drink.
The whole time, he is telling you how great you look, and how perfect
the
pictures will be, especially since you are in them. You feel flattered
and
amused that he would say so. "You're just saying that." you tell
him,
hoping it's not true. "No, I'm not. I really believe it. Really!"
After about 10 pictures of this, he asks if you would like to do more.
You
say sure, since you are starting to enjoy it. He goes over to your
stereo,
and turns on some hot, soft, romance music. Not sleepy classical,
but
something with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not boring.
He
has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with the glass close to
your
mouth.
"Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it's the most arousing thing
you
have ever tasted."
You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good and smooth.
You
put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be alluring. You guess it
worked,
because he says, "Don't do that! I'm trying to take pictures here!"
You
smile wickedly, and decide to try and turn him on. You guess the wine
is
starting to work on you, since this is your third glass; you have
been
sipping it in between shots.
So you tell him to set the stuff back up where it's supposed to be, and
you
go over in front of the camera. You remove the blazer you had put on,
and
he notices you don't have a bra on underneath your silk lavender
blouse.
"Great," he says. "Put the glass down, stare at the camera, and pull
your
shoulders back. Now lift your chin, and put one foot out to the side.
Hands
on your hips. Great!"
He takes a series of pictures, you trying to be the sexy business
woman
boss type. It seems to be working, because as you watch him take
the
pictures, you notice he's getting a hard on. You are about ready to
spring
a surprise on him, when he announces, "I'm out of film. Hold on."
Damn! You go back and get the glass, filling it up. Standing in front
of
the camera, you wait, sipping at your Cabernet Souvignon. He reloads
the
35, and gets back behind the lens. He says, "OK, ok, let's go." Seems
to be
in a rush, does he? Ok, let him try this.....
You lean back, hold the glass high over your head, and tilt your head
back.
He's snapping like crazy, because your tits are tight against your
blouse.
Then, without warning, you tilt the glass and let the wine run down
your
chest, over your stomach, and down to the floor. He is snapping
furiously.
Good thing he's got that auto-winder on there! The wine is cold, and
makes
your nipples tighten, and stand out even farther against your blouse.
He
has you turn towards him, and do the same thing again. The blouse is
now
see through, just adding a hint of color to your skin. Your large
breasts
are looking good through it, and you feel excited. He says it's
perfect.
Just what he was looking for. So sexy, yet not dirty. Kind of like a
wet
t-shirt contest, he says. So you continue....
You start to unbutton your blouse, and get down to your cleavage before
you
stop. You lean forward, pushing your tits at the camera, and holding
the
blouse open to show your breasts. It looks good against the
see-through
which is all around it.
He just lets you do what you want, snapping pix at a rapid pace. You
start
to undo the skirt, unwrapping it from around you, and letting it fall
to
the floor. He almost faints when he sees the garter belt and
crotchless
undies you have on. When he runs out of film again, it only takes him
about
6 seconds to change rolls, and he is off again.
You decide to get very bold, and grab the front of your blouse, right
at
your nipples. While he is snapping, you rip the blouse off you,
letting
your tits swing free. You throw the blouse to the ground, and turn
sideways
to show him your profile.
He pushes a stool over to you, and you sit on it. It's kind of like a
bar
stool, with the legs connected by bars. You sit on it, and press your
knees
together. He throws you a towel, and you dry off. You put your hands
on
your knees, and hold your tits together with your upper arms. He has
you
straighten your back, and hold your head up, so you make a type
of
triangle. "It looks so good, angel. I love it!" Your nipples are
standing
up still, not from the cold anymore, but from the heat. You find that
all
this is turning you on. You imagine yourself as a model for Playboy,
and
that soon you'll be Hef's woman.
Your lover tells you to wake up, and move around. Who the hell is he
to
interrupt your fantasy? So you put those heels on the floor, stand up,
and
turn around, showing him your ass, covered by the black lace of
the
panties. You pull it together, against the middle of you ass, showing
off
your cheeks. That flash is going like a strobe light! You put your
fingers
in the band of the garter belt, and bend over, sliding them down your
long
legs, pointing your ass at him. You turn around, and kick off your
shoes.
Now all you have on are the panties.
You stop, and notice he is rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Excited?"
you ask him. "You know it, babe!"
You sit down on the stool again, and put you feet on the cross bars.
You
slowly spread your knees apart, showing him the opening in the
underwear.
Your legs get wider and wider, till it's like you have nothing on at
all.
Your pussy is wide open, and you can see him zooming the lens in on
it,
pressing that cable release. He finally says he has to let himself out,
and
wants to take his pants off.
"No. If you want to do that, YOU get in front of the camera."
He hesitates. "No, I've always been the taker, not the takee."
"Oh well," you tell him. "Guess I'll just get dressed then." You start
to
pick up your clothes.
He practically flies out from behind the camera. You giggle, and run
back
behind it. He explains that all you have to do is get what you want in
the
middle of the frame, and squeeze the cable. You tell him you think you
can
handle that, and he takes no time in removing his pants, revealing
his
tight bikini-type black underwear. His cock looks so huge in that
tiny
thing! You almost forget to take pictures, but then you remember, and
start
looking through the view finder. You get his whole body in view, and
take
pix as he removes his shirt, shoes, and socks. Now he is dressed just
like
you. (Except, of course, his underwear isn't crotchless.) You tell him
you
want to see his cock, but only if he does it nicely.
He has a nice body, and he turns around and around, acting like a
male
stripper, dancing for the camera. He moves closer, and shakes his
package
into the lens. You can see his balls bouncing through the material.
He
backs up, and shows his ass to you. He, too, pulls the material between
his
cheeks, and wiggles his ass at you. You find your free hand between
your
legs, rubbing your clit. What a hot ass he has.
He drops his shorts, and turns around very fast, surprising you with
the
length and stiffness of his cock. GOD, it looks inviting. But you want
more
pictures of it, so you keep snapping. But it won't take anymore.
"Damn," he
says. "Out of film again." He rushes over, and changes the camera
for a
camcorder. Mounting it on the tripod, he tells you, "I can make
still
pictures from this. It runs for two hours, so don't worry about
missing
anything."
Then he goes back to the chair, sits down, points his cock at you,
and
pours a new glass of wine over it. You can't resist. You love the taste
of
cock, and the taste of red wine, especially this kind. You leave
the
camera, and run over to the chair. He turns sideways, and you get on
your
knees, taking it in your mouth. God, the taste of it is enough to drive
you
crazy. The saltiness of his sweat, and the sweetness of the wine is
almost
too much. You reach your hand back down between your legs, and
furiously
pump your pussy. You stick two fingers into it, and are surprised at
how
slick it is, then you remember you had poured wine on yourself, and
some
had probably gotten inside. So you remove his cock from your mouth, and
lie
down, legs spread towards him. He immediately kicks the chair out of
the
way, and drops onto his stomach, putting his face between your legs.
He
groans as his hard cock hits the wood floor, and you start to laugh.
"Verry funny. VERRRRY funny. I think I broke my cock!"
You tell him to turn around, that you'll kiss it and make it better.
He
does, and you take the glass that is still sitting there, and dip his
cock
into it. There was just enough left to get the whole thing coated.
Then you put his legs on either side of your head, and put your hands
on
his hips. He lets you control him, and you pull him down onto you,
letting
his cock slide deeply inside your throat. His balls tickle your chin,
and
you swallow, letting your throat muscles close around his shaft. He
moans,
and drives his tongue into your pussy. You almost gag at the feeling he
has
just given you. You pull your thighs close around his head, and hold
him
there. He starts flicking his tongue up and down in your slit, making
you
wetter, and licking off the stickiness of the combination of the wine
and
your juices.
As you suck his cock, you feel it building in pressure in his balls.
He
licks you faster and faster, across your clit, through your lips,
and
across your asshole, teasing it just slightly. He holds your lips
apart
with his hot fingers, and stabs your cunt with his tongue. He snakes
it
around inside your nether hole, making you wetter by the second. The
soft
bottom of his tongue rubs across your clit the whole time, making you
jump
from time to time from the electricity his touch gives you. You
feel
yourself starting you cum, and you pull his hips down, stuffing his
massive
cock all the way down your throat, sucking as hard as you can. He
pushes a
finger into your ass, and you cum, squeezing his head, and using your
hands
to jam him farther into your pussy. He starts to cum, and you can feel
it
burst in your throat, filling you up with the heat. You can't hold it
all,
and it starts to run out your mouth. Licking and sucking, you pull it
out
as fast as you can, letting it spray your face. He turns around,
after
going limp, and licks it off your face, then kisses you. Then he gets
up,
points to the camera, and says, "We got it all on tape!!"
You laugh........................
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