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   ### SOURCE: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/LSMaggie/www
   ### TITLE: "The silent partner"
   ### CONTENT: MF & MF, SM, DS, Photo, Toys, Rough, Voy
   ### AUTHOR: LSMaggie
   ### COPYRIGHT: 09/03/2009
   ### PREFACE: A young man with an interest in private and discrete
photography gets a little more exposure than he had imagined.  The silent
partner witnesses a photo-session involving some dominance and submission,
along with some sadist and masochist action.  The photographer has a steady
hand on things, as she continues to work on her subjects.
   ### "The silent partner" ###
   I was introduced to a photographer while attending an old friend's
party. He told me about her commission projects, and how good she was with
her work.  Without seeing her work myself, I took his word, as he was
passionate in his praise.  Her number was scribbled onto a napkin, which
lay dormant in my suit for months after the party had ended.
   When I finally stopped by the cleaners to get my suit, the napkin was
inside a baggie, attached to a button near the collar.  My memory was
instantly refreshed, and I quickly called her on my cell-phone while I
headed home.  The conversation was short, but she invited me down to see
her portfolio.  I had to hurry, because she was getting ready to head home
herself.
   When I arrived, the location was simply an old brick building, without
any signs.  My knock was eventually greeted by a beautiful photographer who
was a little perturbed.  With a camera lodged in her hand, finger still
hovering above the button, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside.  I
was being rushed down a narrow hallway, into a room that looked like a
doctors office.  Well, almost like a doctors office, with whips and
floggers and dildos scattered across the tables.
   In the center of the room was a set of stirrups which was holding a thin
and obviously surgically enhanced females legs spread apart.  There was a
man who looked average in build, holding a speculum in one hand, and his
erection in the other.  The lights were dim, except for one that
illuminated the woman and man in the center.  While absorbing all of this,
I was pushed down into a chair near the doorway, and told to be quiet, and
don't move.
   She mumbled something to the two people about me being a silent partner
in her business, and instructed them to continue.
   I watched as she got into position, taking random photos as the couple
continued.  The man continued to stroke himself as the speculum was slid up
the length of the woman's naturally lubricated crotch.  The shiny metal
bills glistened under the lighting as they were slowly inserted into her
canal.  The camera could not capture sound, but my ears perked with every
soft moan the woman let out.
   The camera continued to snap away, obviously in close-up zoom, as she
focused up the guys crotch, while she rested on the floor.  When a thick
drop of pre-cum slowly began to dribble down onto the floor, the camera
went into hyper mode.  Click, click, click, click, drew my attention away
from the whole scene and made me focus on the target of the camera.  My
eyes were fixated as time slipped into slow-motion.
   Without warning the woman let out a loud moan.  The man had just spread
her entire vaginal canal wide open with one sharp grip of the speculum
handles.  I could see her wetness deep within.  A slow trail of her
unrestricted wetness began to drip over the mans hand as he held his grip
on the speculum.  The camera stayed near the ground, looking up and
snapping away as both of the subjects continued to salivate sex juice.
   Removing his pre-cum coated hand from his penis, his fingers moved into
the woman's spread hole.  Slowly he pushed three fingers into the cramped
space.  You could hear the wetness as he explored the inner flesh of her
cunt with his digits.  The woman's breathing indicated a mixture of
pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure.  My own breath was picking up, and
I seemed to be making my own mess inside my painfully tight pants.  I had
to untuck my shirt, to hide my own excitement to this scene.
   The fun continued, with the man finally cumming all over the woman's
opened hole.  Her clit was red and swollen from the combination of his
sucking and the severe frigging she had given herself.  Towels quickly
cleaned the mess and covered the couple, as they headed for a shower, and
then left.  My silence no longer required, but maintained as I awaited for
the photographer's permission.
   She fiddled with her camera until the couple finally left.  When I heard
the door close as the couple exited, she turned to me with the camera in
hand.  I saw her remove the film, so the camera was now empty.  However,
she walked across the room with her finger holding down the button, the
camera pointed at me and clicking away.  I could only smile, unsure what
was going to happen, what her intentions were.
   Click, click, click, click...  as she approached my silent smile.  My
eyes shifted to the floor, up to her, and back down to my mouth.  Silently
indicating that my silence was to her instruction and awaiting release. 
She showed no interest in releasing my silence as she grabbed my hand and
led me into the dark-room.  Click, click, click, click...  the camera
blissfully snapped away at the ceiling, recording on invisible film.
   Once inside the rotary door, there was an eerie darkness.  I though I
had seen nothing before, but this was true nothing, I felt blind.  The
camera stopped clicking an dim red light saturated the room.  My direction
brought to a wall of hanging images in a poster display.  She released my
hand and skillfully unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my button, and unzipped
my fly.
   My eyes widened as she reached inside my boxers and grabbed firmly onto
my shaft.  She turned the wall display back to the first position, and
instructed me to look through the images.  Her hand remaining firmly
gripped around my length, motionless.  Casually, as if this was normal, I
slowly flipped through each frame.  After ten pictures, I realized what she
was doing.
   Every time I saw a photograph that I really liked, my erection bolted to
full form in her hand.  She would mark that frame, and I would continue. 
Three hundred frames later, I was almost ready to explode in her hand. 
Pre-cum was all over both of us, the pictures were done, and she still held
me tight.  Her gaze remained fixated on the last frame.
   Slowly, she began to pull up and push down on my shaft.  My pre-cum
making an erotic sound as the lip of my bulbous head slid across the soft
skin between her thumb and fore-finger.  My mind spaced out, but I heard
her say something.  Louder, she repeated, "What do you want?" At this
moment, I just wanted to cum, all over the place.  She reiterated, "What
are you looking for?"
   Trying to have a casual conversation with me was not going to happen at
this point.  No matter how hard I focused, I could not bring myself to
speak.  She didn't stop stroking me, as her eyes demanded an answer.  My
lips began to part, though I didn't have anything to say.  They were
interrupted by her finger, and her words.  "I didn't tell you to talk. 
Now, what do you want?"
   My knees were beginning to loose strength as I drew near an orgasm.  My
hands quickly reached up to her head and forcefully pulled her down to my
cock.  There was no resistance from her.  I was apparently speaking her
language now.  One last slow stroke down on my shaft was followed by a warm
set of lips gripping my helmet.  Her slippery hand continued down to my
hanging sack, and glided smoothly across the sensitive flesh.
   My skin tightened, hugging my testicles close to my body.  I was ready
to explode.  Her lips continued to play with the rim of my helmet, only
stopping to let her tongue molest the entire glistening bulb.  Her
finger-nails curled into my tender flesh as I unloaded into her.  My semen
dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.  Her tongue pushed out all
that I dumped inside of her, onto the floor.  A thick puddle of saliva and
cum rested at my feet.
   I pulled her back up, and she turned away from me, saying, "Don't move!"
Quickly she grabbed a tripod and mounted her camera.  Like a quick-draw at
the Okay Corral, new film was loaded and locked.  She removed the flash and
pointed the camera down at my semi-flaccid member.  My shirt was
repositioned so it draped around my cock.  My pants pulled back up in the
rear, but pulled down in front.  Boxers saturated in sex and slobber were
crumpled up under my relaxing testicles.  A red glow shone off my
glistening cock.  A similar glow highlighted the patches of cloudy sperm
mixed with saliva on the floor.
   She turned me a little and fiddled with some settings on the camera. 
"Stand perfectly still until I tell you it is OK to move.", she said.  The
camera made a half-click sound, followed by silence, and another half-click
a few seconds later.  "Ok, you can move now.", she said.  My hand quickly
reached under her skirt, and pushed through her soaked panties.  She simply
pushed her hips against my hand as her legs spread wider.
   I could feel her tightness loosen to three fingers I had just plunged
into her hole.  She cried for more as her arms came to rest around my neck.
I didn't hesitate to add a forth finger, but when she whispered for more, I
was again in shock.  This felt like it was all she could take, but I
continued.
   My hand was completely covered in her slippery juices.  My thumb rolled
into my palm as I slowly pushed my hand into her stretching flesh.  Knuckle
deep, and she was still pushing against my hand.  Her breath felt like fire
as it consumed my neck and ear.  Her nails begun to dig into the nap of my
neck as I felt each knuckle slowly enter her.
   There was a silence followed by a sound that I never heard any human
ever make.  My entire hand was now completely inside this throbbing,
gushing, fiery, stretched canal.  She shook for a minute before I heard her
take another deep breath and exhale a human moan.  Again, a familiar sound
of pain and pleasure.  Slowly she released clutches of my hair as the
feeling subsided.  I was still inside her, and now I think she wanted me
out.
   "Slowly, pull your hand out, as I relax...  OK?" In reverse, knuckle
after knuckle exiting her, led to more moans and sighs of relief.  You
could hear the air rushing inside, through my fingers, as I completely
exited her.  I had to go down and see this.  Her hole was still trying to
close.  Her clit hard as a rock and poking out like an invitation.  Orgasm
secretions had glazed her thighs and shaven crotch.
   Without warning, I latched onto her erect clit and sucked and licked it
like my life depended on it.  My chin resting just within the slowly
closing hole as I continued.  It felt like her pussy was trying to suck on
my chin while my tongue and lips worked their magic.  Her moans and
shuddering egged me on.  She leaned back onto the table, supporting herself
on her elbows as her knees began to weaken.
   I reached my hands up to the table edge, through her legs, supporting
her like a chair.  This spread her legs more and allowed her to completely
relax.  One more second of licking, and she began to gush as she came, all
over my chin and shirt.  Thick hot juices completely saturated me as she
melted into my face.  I was ready to cum again, and I don't think she was
in any condition to suck me off.
   I lowered her feet to the floor and stood up.  Without hesitation, I
ripped off her shirt and began to suckle and nibble on her luscious
nipples. My self-resistance was drawing to an end, and I needed to come
quick.  I flipped-up her skirt onto her stomach, and started to rub my cock
up the length of her ravaged cunt.  The heat quickly enveloped me as I
pushed deep inside.
   For a brief moment, I was not human, I was not animal, I was not alien,
I was just in bliss.  Her muscles tightened around me as I continued to
thrust into her.  Our pelvises colliding with a force that was sure to
leave bruises on both of us.  Her clit stretching around the top of my
shaft before it got mashed by our colliding bodies.  Then my face fell
sharply to rest in her cleavage as I erupted.  What seemed like hours of
orgasm after orgasm, and gallons of cum, held me silent in my place.
   I was the silent partner...  and I no longer remembered why I was here,
but I knew what I came here for.  I came for her...  over and over!
  
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