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Glamour Photography (couples)
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....
