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[M/F, almost anal, Romance?, voyeur]

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MORE THAN JUST PICTURES

My heart thudded almost painfully in my chest as I opened the door to my car to get out. The cool
spring air chilled my calves as I stood between the door and the car. I grabbed everything I was
going to need for the next few hours: keys, purse, and of course the special entertainment bag.
That bag, one of those elaborately decorated gift bags, contained a little surprise for my activities
here today. Believing I had gotten everything, I locked the car up, slammed the door shut, and
proceed at a quick, giddy pace through the parking lot to the corner glass door of a non-descrypt ,
maybe four or five story building. Beside the door existed the average apartment style paging
system. I Pressed number 11 on keypad and the intercom system crackled to life.

"Digital Offer Photography and Entertainment, or D.O.P.E. for short. How can we help you?" a
feminine voice clicked through the speaker.

"Your 1 pm is here, " I say, practically shaking. Part of me just wanted run back to the car, slam
on the accelerator and get the fuck away from here. The other part was already too excited,
tingling with erotic pleasure for what is about to take place.

"Of course, come on in, " the speaker cracked again, followed by the faint buzzing sound of the
electronic door lock being released.

Quivering, I grasped the cold metal handle that was door to the building. "Last change to turn
back .. " I said to myself. "But he has done so much for me already. I owe him this." I force
myself to confidently move through the door, proceeding to take the stairway up three floors to
where the studio lies.

Relieved finally to be up the stairs. I walk around a corner pointed to by a sign worded
"Reception".  The waiting room itself was somewhat bland: a well used but comfortable chair on
one side, and a stubby collection of dutiful plastic chairs on another. A desk was positioned
beside the hallways that led into the various studios. Beside the desk was just an average coat
rack from which the receptionist was pulling her coat from.

I could feel the eyes of the receptionist eyes on me the second I was in the room. She gave that
same look most men give me as I walk by them: the once over. She has a lovely rounded face
with a button for a nose, small ears and long, dark, brown hair. Her clothing struck me as funny,
though, because of the cooler weather in the area. A skimpy and revealing black halter top joined
at the hips with a too short skirt and tall, black leather high heel boots. 

Is this girl for real? What is she sizing me up for?

Either way, it didn't matter. "Tony! I'm gone for lunch. And your next appointment is in!" she
yells out. Smoothly she clothes herself in her coat, pulls her purse from a desk drawer, and
prances off to the stairwell. Was that a tattoo on her back?

"OK. Be there in a minute," Tony shouts back through the hallway.

Glad to have a minute to reprieve, I take the next time to quell my thundering heartbeat and relax.
That is, until suddenly rugged looking man with yet chizzled good looks appeared in the
doorway, complete with pure, short blonde hair; thin, beaded ponytail on his right side; broad
shoulders and strong arms. Dressed in the standard plain white t-shirt and jeans, his body is well
rounded but not heavy by any means. "You're .. uh.. " his surprising tight yet full lips speak.

"Lisa, " I replied.

"And you wanted the ... ?"

"The bedroom studio, please, " I replied again, getting irritated.

"Oh, right-right, " he smiles pleasantly, remembering now. "Come this way, please. Don't be
shy.." 

With that, his body turns away from me, heading back the way he came in. I hesitate only for a
moment, biting my lower lip while gladly watching is ass lead the way. Yup, this guy is defiantly
a blonde.

We walked a ways toward the back part of the building passing a couple of doors, followed a
right angle turn to the left, passing a few more doors along the way until stopping at one. "Ever
been in a place like this?" he asks as he opens the door and we go inside.

"Never, " I say, nervous all over again. But still watching his ass, I follow him in.

"You're in for a real treat, " he explains to me. "I've never had a client yet that wasn't happy with
a set I took in here." he turns to me.

"Is that so?" I questioned, my eyes reluctantly return to his grinning face.

"Yup, " he answered happily as if my question needed it. Then his face turned serious. "You are
not to touch the photographic equipment. That includes everything over there, " pointing to the
mounds of lights, trollies, and a table full of different cameras and lenses. 

"But, anywhere else is fine, "he said, His big grin widening. He, too, gave me the once-over. Like
a soft caress of fingertips his eyes created a ripple from my ankles to my hips to my breasts and
back again. "As you can see, we've got a oriental screen in the corner there. There's a chair and a
clothes rack behind it, too, so you can change behind that if you need to. And in front," he turns,
and my eyes follow the direction he is facing. "Against the far wall is a set of sorts, much like
you would see in tv shows. On a raised floor was a modern bedroom suite. The floor itself was
covered in industrial style grey carpet, that looked it could stand many more years of use. There
was a main, polished pine in colour, 6 drawer, long dresser with attached mirror. Two night
stands surrounding the king-size bed; lamps crowning each one. The bed itself was made very
nicely, a white bed skirt at the base accented politely with what seemed to be a large, white
feather down comforter. The comforter was folded at just the right spot, revealing a pair of large
fluffy white pillows ripe for taking a nap on.

"I'll need a few minutes to get ready," he said nonchalantly.

I stayed rooted to the spot, so nervous now I was unable to move. Besides, I wasn't exactly sure
was I was supposed to do.

He spoke again after a few minutes, eyes and hands busy with camera adjustments. "Not to rush
you, but this is my time you're paying for, so the sooner I can get you on stage , the less
expensive this will be for you. Feel free to use the privacy screen if you'd like to get changed."

Upon hearing his suggestion, I delicately make my way back to the privacy curtain, coat, bag,
purse and all to peel off my excess clothing to the lingerie I was wearing underneath.

It was a two piece Japanese silk set. Which was good cause otherwise any other material would
have made me itch like crazy. More see-thru than white, the first piece used soft, thin shoulder
straps to just the point where my cleavage begins. The edges of the lace made from the same
material of the straps, and began a shallow cut over my chest then snug into deep V-like grove.
This grove was laced up and tied in a bow, making sure my boobs don't fall out if I bend down. A
flower, stem, and leaf pattern concealed my nipples just barely. The second piece was also a
white laced thong, with the same flower-leaf-stem pattern covering my lower private area, and of
course thongs don't cover ass cheeks. 

So actually, the whole outfit was king of the uncomfortable. Fortunately it wasn't going to be on
much longer. Leaving everything else behind the privacy screen, I grab my entertainment bag and
make my way slowly over to the bed, studying my rugged photographer carefully.

I was watching for the expression in his face when he finally looked up. I saw one of his
eyebrows raise and a faint smile of appreciation.

"Welcome" he said, as if for the very first time. Noticing the bag, he said, "I see you've come
well prepared. This outfit is absolutely flattering on you. " he paused a moment. Did he just lick
his lips? "So if you don't mind, I would love to take some pictures in various poses.. But before
we begin, I often recommend to have music quietly running in the background .. it helps to take
the edge off, if you know what I mean. Is there anything in particular you like to listen to? I have
various compilations available..."

"Easy listening, " I stammered, still very nervous.

"Easy listening it is, then.." His voice trailed off as he fiddled on the table to select a music disc
from and place it into the portable boom box. A light, relaxing lovesong began pouring out of the
speakers. "I'm going to turn on the flood lights now, so just relax, and be yourself. Why not give
yourself a stretch out? Lets get that blood flowing" he winks as he brings the camera up to his
face for the first shot.

Heh, I bet he just to see my breasts lift up. Well, it is what I am here for, isn't it? I stuck out my
chest, pulled my arms back and gradually lifted them above my shoulders and over my head. Of
course, the camera of his was a blur of clicks and wheers.

"Yeah, lets see that beautiful smile!" he encouraged.

I almost burst of laughing, had difficulty styfulling the giggle fit. "Aw hey, come on now" he
said. "You were doing great. Here now, why not go for a serious look?" He says as he gives me
an example of what he's looking for. Wow - quite sexy.

"Okay," I answered, copying the pose.

"Perfect, " he practically purred, in a whirl of picture taking action. Side shot. Under shoot. From
behind shot. When I turn to face him again, I am amazed to discover a bulge in his pants. My
smile broadens at the sight and a very weak moan escaped from my lips.

I did smell his aftershave as he came over to me, the exciting way a man should smell. Softly he
said "Why don't you ah.. begin to take of some of this.. " he tenderly touches my shoulder where
the strap of the lingerie is. I shiver unexpectedly upon the feeling of his fingertip. "Slowly.." he
whispers in my ear. Tight lipped (trying not to let out a moan), I nod in agreement as he returns
to picture taking position.

Slyly, giving him another series of poses, I lower one of my shoulders straps to the side. I also
undo the bow on the front of the outfit that keeps my boobs in place, and let it loose enough so
that my top can be easily removed. He takes pictures of it all, seemingly growing harder every
passing second. He nods and winks at me - did he just bite his lower lip? He lifts a hand up, as if
to tell me to remove the top. And he just presses down the shutter button now, camera taking a
picture every second, as my top pulls my breasts up, higher and then to a resting position as the
top comes completely off. I am forced to shake my head, to fix my hair. 

Topless now, he approaches me again. "Now if you could just .. " his voice trails off, as if he is
trying to come up with some excuse to touch my tits. "lift these up? By both using your hands
and if you could, ah .. " he coos, maneuvering his thumbs and forefinger onto my nipples, pulling
me toward him ever so slightly, and using the nipples to support and lift my breasts up. "Do this
as well, it'd be really hot.."

I let out moan of absolute pleasure, and mouthed the words "Don't stop!" to him. He missed it
though, or did he? He lovingly flicked the nipples with his fingers before he left to continue to
take pictures. His hands seemed unsteady for a professional photographer after this point, but I
obliged and gave him poses for the shots he desired.

"You're incredible, " he stammered, almost unable to form the words. He puts down his camera.
"You make me just want wanna .."

"Come here, you fool" I smiled as I grabbed his white T-shirt, pulled him toward me, brought his
mouth onto mine into a deep kiss. I shivered from the sensation, and felt myself getting wet
below. The heat from the flood lamps inflaming our lusty desires, our tongues found themselves
lost in a tingling embrace. My hands wandered their way underneath his shirt, lifted it up to
discover a smooth clean chest. I pressed my tits into that chest, and I watched as his brow
furrowed, his eyes closed, his lips part open just enough to let loose a moan of sheer lusty
enjoyment. "No question, "I think to myself. "Another tit-man." We broke the kiss briefly so I
could completely remove his shirt, but my lips were still tingling from the kiss.

The shirt - now fully in one hand, which I glided across the bed - let slip onto the floor. The other
hand grabbed his ass and the deep passionate kiss resumed. His tongue lovingly caressed the top
surface of my mouth. I cum softly, quivering, moaning from the sensation.

Gently now, I slid my free hand down his side to the tip of his jeans, feeling his smooth skin and
hot body. My hand continued onto the textured material of his acid wash blues, finding that
certain bulge in his pants. Oh! he was very aroused already. We broke the kiss and provided each
other with a knowing smile.

I leaned back, retreating from the intimate embrace, only to keep both hands on the top of his
jeans, pulling them out and away from his stomach. Giggling, I began to work out the only top
button. He placed his hands together behind his head, stretched out, and teased me with his body.
Biting my lower lip at the show before me, I eagerly complete the unbuttoning of his pants, lick
the top of my lips and the pulling down of zipper. I grapple with the top sides of his jeans in each
hand, and with one "swoop!" pull them down to his knees, penis protruding at full attention.
Completely erect, this sizeable dick must be over seven inches long and well over an inch thick.

I watched his face in sheer delight when my hand grasps his firm prick and begins the slow,
rhythmic jerk of his fat penis. His eyes rolled up as he lifts head in pleasure. With his chest
exposed to my face again, I returned forward, nibbling first on his chin, then down his neck, and
then over to his nipple. He breathes in with a hissing sound of excitement when I make contact
there. I quake, shiver and moan in reply. Then my kisses and licks move along his stomach, over
to the center of his legs where my hand is busy jerking him at a steady pace.

I introduced him to my mouth there, still gripping and pulling the skin of cock forward and back,
twisting my wrist as I do so. I teased him to begin with, my moist tongue against the tip of his
penis, up, over and around in a sweeping motion. Then my mouth lips pursed together, softly
squeezing over its head, over and over and over again. Then following the long shaft, my slippery
lips traverse the bottom of his cock, kept in place by my gripping hand. I watch his expression as
best as possible while doing this. His face always in pure ecstasy, moaning. I could see the
pleasure vibrating his very soul.

I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock,
creating a tight, saliva moist seal between his prick and my lips. I pulled him again, mouth and
hand moving in unison over his stiff member, back towards me and forward towards him.
Working his cock, I heard him moan loudly.

Quickly he was worked into a frenzy, breathing hard after barely a minute of working him. he
begins to thrust his hips forward into my waiting, hungry mouth. Watching him now, I can see
he's relaxed, smiling even, as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.

"That's it, " I thought to myself, "He's getting this too fucking easy. Time for him to prove his
worth."

I stopped sucking on his cock. He looked a little disappointed. Especially when put my hand on
his chest and pushed him down onto his back. But then when I turned around, swung my hips
over his face and resumed sucking his throbbing cock, he knew what he was to do next.

I let out a loud moan of surprise and delight when his lips touched my inner thigh, I quit sucking
his hard, throbbing manhood. Cool lips and damp flicks from his hungry tongue, he teased his
way up my inner thigh to my wet and waiting pussy. Already parted from the gravity of my
position, he lapped his way around my vagina first, getting his tongue nice and silky with my
wetness. Then he worked his way down to my clit. Upon the first caress of his tongue on my clit,
I let loose deep lusty moan and, clasped my mouth over his cock and sucked it with renewed
vigor. The velocity and our intensity increasing, his tongue flicked and encircled my clit in just
the right motion. Both of us breathing deeply, our moans fill the room, increasing in pitch as our
speed and my orgasm builds.

"OooO.. Oh yes, " I squealed in ecstacy, breaking from his cock to tell him how good it feels. " ..
right there... oh please .. little harder.. oh my.. oh my gawd.. OH!"

I cum hard, grinding my pelvis into his face, screaming in orgasmic intensity. I feel my juice pour
out of me, onto his mouth, trying desperately to slurp up as much as he can.

Shaking, whole body unsteady from the last orgasm, I broke our 69 position. I turned around ever
so slowly around to face him. He smiled when our eyes meet again. I reached down and lift his
cock into position as I straddled him, gliding it smoothly into my cum soaked pussy. God, he was
soo big, it felt just so beautiful. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, falling forward -
my palms landing on his strong shoulders, my breasts came to rest on his chest. Shivering,
practically cumming again when I've completely slid down the length of his shaft. An "oh yeah,
oooo..." escaped my lips.

"WoOOoW," he moaned deeply, as his hands stroked my hips and lovingly squeezed my ass,
"everything is just s-s-s-sso perfect. Please, don't ever stop."

"I won't if you won't," I said as I lifted my hips off of his pelvis and back down again, the motion
pleasurably intoxicating. His fingertips, free to wander, caressed me while I move on top of him.
Up the sides of my hips, over my curves to my shoulders, then down my arms to the top of my
palms. He held the top of my hands for a while, then returned them back up my arms, to my
shoulders. This time, his fingertips moved up my neck, over my cheeks to a position just behind
my ears, where he steadies my face. We looked deep into each other's eyes at that moment with
expressions of pure sexual bliss, each quivering in ecstacy.

"ah yeah" I heard him say, watching his eyes close. "I just can't stop myself."

I quickly realized what he means. Matching my hip movements with each stroke, he met me on
the way back, thrusting in and out. His hips synced in rhythm with mine now, and I feel yet
another orgasm building. A pure, lustful hunger seemingly overtook him, his thrusts into my
pussy got more aggressive, harder. His hands moved in such a way to grasp my shoulders,
trapping me between his strong hands and pounding cock.

He was in control now. I was just a quivering mess on top of him, barely able to hold together. I
moaned deeply an "Oh" with every deep thrust of his thick cock into me. A short time later "Oh
yes" I shout at him, even though he is just underneath me "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME OH
YES". I cum violently, quaking and shaking on top of him. I cum so hard so fast that, I have no
energy left when I'm done, collapsing on top of him.

"hey baby," he whispered to me. "I ain't done yet.." With that, he tenderly, gingerly wiggled out
from underneath my spent body, still fully erect and really hard. He left me face and shoulders
down into the silky sheets, but forced me to bend my knees, lifting my ass into the air, where he
quickly slid his cock deep into my pussy once again, while holding onto my hips.

He wasted no time in rebuilding the pace that he had before. I am compelled, with the new
sensation of my cunt being pounded raw, to let loose the series "oh" moans with every deep,
penetrating thrust. Hard, fast. Almost like the pleasure would never end. Countless orgasms flow
out of me now, soaking my legs, his balls, his legs, the sheets ... trapped by his hands and probed
to ecstacy by is big cock.

When there was almost nothing left for me to give, his moans told me he was about to cum. I
could feel it in my pussy, too. The head had gotten slightly larger, the whole shaft, ever so
slightly harder, thicker than before. But that's when he surprised me by pulling out.

I was able to look over my shoulder just enough watch the expression on his face when he came.
His eyes, locked tight in the struggle of extreme ecstasy, his neck muscles tensed, sweat poured
down his neck, his hand furiously jacking his cum soaked cock to carrying him over the
pleasurable, resistant edge of his orgasm. The first of his semen landed somewhere in the middle
of my back. The next burst coated the top crack of my ass, and that was when he rubbed the tip
of his prick, still bursting out his orgasm, down the crack of my ass onto my anus, spreading his
man seed everywhere. I quiver and coo again, from the unexpected pressure, warmth and
stickiness, on my very exposed hole.

His eyes traveled the length of his orgasm up my back to my eyes. With no strength left I rolled
onto my side. I reached up and gently caressed his forearm, and that is when I noticed the
secretary, holding a  video camera. She must have recorded the whole thing.