THE CAMERA EYE


I am a twenty-four year old grad student and aspiring photographer. Despite what some might 
imagine, my degree in Psychology hasn't granted me any special powers over people. I'm not 
particularly glib or attractive either, so I've had understandable difficulty finding female 
models to photograph. I have been taking great pains to overcome my shyness, however, and with 
persistence and a lot of luck, who knows? 

The names have been changed to protect the guilty.


Part 1: My First Model

The deadline for my photography assignment was swiftly approaching and I was beginning to doubt 
whether I'd be able to find a subject in time. I wanted--not entirely objectively--to do a 
layout on what I called the 'Nineties Woman;' a girl with body piercings, tattoos, and 
self-assured attitude. I was having more trouble than I'd expected finding an ideal model, 
especially one that would agree to be photographed by such an unimpressive guy like myself.

It wasn't until the week of my deadline that I sighted a promising subject. I'd spotted her as 
she walked out of the Humanities building, a tall, darkly dressed girl with wild close-cropped 
black hair and a slim figure. There were half a dozen rings in her left ear, and I noticed the 
glint of a nose ring as she turned to say goodbye to a friend. I don't usually find nose rings
attractive, but on her it looked good. Or maybe she looked good on it. Her tits seemed rather 
small through the form-hugging top she wore, but she was by no means flat. Her ass was nicely 
rounded and compact, like she was a swimmer or runner. 

I followed her to the library as casually as I could manage, feeling glad that I'd decided to 
carry my camera bag around with me. It was a visual assurance that I was indeed a photographer, 
and its presence seemed to make people take me more seriously, even the women.

Once inside, she walked to the index computers and began looking up books. I decided to wait 
and talk to her when she was on her way out, so I spent about ten nervous minutes near the exit 
as she located the books she wanted and checked them out.

"Hi," I said, intercepting her as she headed for the door.

She looked at me appraisingly for a second, then answered. "Hi." She had dark brown eyes and a 
clear, attractive face. Her skin was pale, but not extremely so. The nose ring was silver and 
ran through the right side of her cute nose. Her left ear was adorned with several small 
earrings, while her right had only one. She was ideal.

For a terrible moment I had no idea what to say. Instead of fumbling for words, I decided to 
take the honest approach. "I saw you walking here from class, and I noticed that you'd perfect 
for a photography layout I'm working on."

Her eyes flashed over me suspiciously, but she didn't walk away. "What kind of a layout?"

I shrugged. "I call it 'The Nineties Woman'. Its a view of modern culture and identity, and you 
have the exact look that I want." As I spoke I studied her absently as if I were framing her in 
my mind, trying my best to look and sound like a professional that had done this sort of thing 
a hundred times. I doubt that I was very successful.

She flashed me a little smile. "This is really for an art class?" She asked, actually sounding 
a bit curious. "No nudity or anything?"

As if I didn't hope.  "No, not at all," I answered quickly. "Just a photo spread of you in 
different poses showing off your unique 'look'." I smiled as disarmingly as I could. 

She seemed to consider for a moment, then asked the worst possible question. 

"Does it pay anything?"

"Well, uh, no," I stammered apologetically, "though I'd be happy to take you out to dinner or 
something..." I inwardly slapped myself. Great thinking, genius. A pickup line. I'd probably 
just blown it.

To my surprise, she smiled a crooked little smile and shrugged in assent. "Okay, sure. What the 
hell."

"Great!" I responded; no doubt sounding a little too surprised. I quickly got a hold of myself 
and tried to keep my excitement from showing. "Um, when's good for you?"

She chewed her lip for a moment. "How 'bout tomorrow? Around six maybe?"  

"Sounds good. Just meet me here, in front of the library, and we'll take it from there."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay, cool."

"Oh, by the way, my name's Rick," I said, offering her my hand.

She squeezed it for a moment. "Angela. Well, I gotta get to a class, so I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded. "See you then." She walked out and I wandered around the library for a while with a 
grin on my face. I was plenty stoked just to finally have landed a model. Maybe my luck had 
finally changed. 


At almost six-thirty the next day, however, I was beginning to feel stood up. I'd been at the 
library since a little before six, and still no Angela. My spirits were sinking fast, and I'd 
just about decided to call it quits when I saw her walking quickly toward the door.

She came up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry I'm so late. I had to rewrite a paper for my 
Ethnic Studies class."

"No big deal," I replied, just glad that she had actually showed.

"Do I need any special clothes or anything?" She asked.

"Uh, no," I said looking at what she was wearing. She had on a black Ministry T-shirt, black 
pants, and a pair of heavily scuffed Docs. There was an Egyptian Ankh on a thin cord around her
neck, not the cheap pewter kind but brass or maybe bronze. Cool. 	

"This outfit's fine," I told her.

"So," she said, glancing at the camera bag. "Where are we going?"

"Well, the Art Department's studio is being used right now. I do have a mini-studio at my 
apartment, but I won't be insulted if you don't feel like going to some Art weirdo's apartment,"
I said with a smile. "I'm sure we can find someplace, maybe the mall."

She looked at me for a second, the ring flashing prettily on her nose. "I don't mind," she 
replied. "Your place is cool with me."

Thank you, God. "Alright then, this way." We talked a bit as we walked the short distance to my 
apartment. Angela told me that she was a computer science major of all things, and after 
talking with her for a few minutes, I got the impression that she was pretty bright. A little 
weird but bright, and oddly enough she actually seemed to be warming up to me.

I ushered her inside my two-bedroom apartment, showing her around a little before taking her to
the 'studio.' It was nothing more than the second bedroom set up with a light bar and a 
backdrop, and I'd never even really used it before. 

There was a small sofa and a couple of chairs, and I told Angela to have a seat while I got 
things ready. There was a portfolio of some of my earlier photographs on the sofa, and she 
picked it up and thumbed through them as I set up my camera on the tripod and angled the lights.

"Wow," she said, coming to the small section of nudes. "Did these girls really pose for you?"

I smiled. "Not exactly, they were models hired by the art department. You're actually the first
to grace my humble studio."  

She smiled back. "I feel honored."  	

"Okay," I announced, feeling rather awkward all of a sudden. "Everything's set. Just stand in 
front of the backdrop, and we'll see how the camera likes you." She got up and took position, 
looking at me with a wry smile as I focused in on her. I'd decided to use black and white film 
since it would give her skin and the backdrop a lot of contrast with her dark clothes and hair.

"Alright, try crossing your arms and looking at the camera like you hate it." She did, frowning
and narrowing her eyes enough to look genuinely mean. "Good," I said taking a few shots of her. 
"Now look off to the side like you're bored." I took a few more pictures.

"Okay, now look back at the camera like you love it." She flashed a little grin, then softened 
her expression and looked at me with such an intense gaze that my heart started to pound.

"Whoa," I exclaimed after taking several shots. "You'd better do something else before you melt 
the camera." The real reason for the change was that she was giving me a respectable hard-on, 
but I wasn't about to tell her that. She grinned, and put her hands on her hips, lifting her 
chin and looking at me almost arrogantly.  She seemed to be getting the hang of this.

"Very good," I said, clicking away. "Just do whatever you feel like. Whatever comes naturally." 
Angela lifted her arms and slid her fingers through her short hair while lowering her chin and 
looking sexily at the camera. Then she slowly spun around, seeming to intentionally be showing 
off her cute little butt. My dick was harder than ever. It was embarrassingly rigid and 
uncomfortable in my pants, but it showed no sign of wavering even as she seemed to settle down 
and did a few less-provocative poses. Still more than a little aroused, I suddenly began 
wondering if she had any other hidden Nineties Woman attributes.

"Do you have any tattoos?" I asked, trying to sound as if I was merely curious.

"Yeah," she answered with a grin.  "But I don't know if I wanna show it."

"Oh really?" I said with a smile, my curiosity sparked more than ever. I found myself sincerely 
hoping that she would change her mind. Another thought occurred to me. "You wouldn't happen to 
be pierced anywhere else, would you?"

She didn't say anything, but instead answered by pulled up her T-shirt a bit and revealing her 
slim pale stomach and pierced bellybutton.  

"Nice," I commented honestly. It was a plain silver barbell stuck through the upper rim of her 
navel. I took a few pictures for posterity, then stopped to load a new roll of film.

"So, how do you like being a model so far?" I asked her.

She smiled. "It's pretty cool. More fun than I thought it'd be."	

"Wait 'til you see the pictures. They're going to be great." I finished reloading and looked at 
Angela with my most disarming smile. "You still sure you don't want to show your tattoo? After 
all, it is part of your look."

She seemed to waver for a moment. "Okay," she finally said, breaking into a smile. "You talked 
me into it."

I felt my heart thud heavily in my chest as she unbuttoned her pants and turned around, dropping 
them just enough to show the small tattoo of a Celtic cross on her lower left buttock. That, and 
also the fact that she didn't seem to be wearing underwear. Her smooth and curvy butt was even 
more gorgeous in the flesh, and she held her pants down long enough for me to take several shots
of it, all of which would likely be going into my new private collection.

"Wow," I said, hoping my excitement wasn't too obvious in my voice. "Very nice tattoo. Nice 
location too," I grinned. "Your boyfriend is a very lucky guy."

She pulled her pants back up and turned around with an embarrassed smile. "Thanks. I'm kinda 
between boyfriends right now, though. Have been for a while."

"Oh," I said, feeling warmer.  "That's too bad." 

She laughed. "Too bad, huh? You shouldn't complain." With that, she grinned and pulled up her 
shirt, dispelling any doubts I might've had about her not wearing a bra.  She flashed me her 
small but very firm looking tits, the pair of silver rings in her pierced brown nipples shining
brightly in the track lights. It wasn't exactly a flash, as she held her shirt up for several 
seconds, long enough for me to happily snap away a few more pictures. This was quickly surpassing
my wildest expectations.

"You've been holding out on me," I joked as Angela slowly pulled her shirt down and looked at me
with a smile. She didn't seem to notice the growing arousal in my voice; either that or she 
didn't mind it if she did. This was the first time a girl had ever flashed her tits at me, or 
her butt for that matter.  

I'm embarrassed to say that I was still a technical virgin, though as a horny teenager I'd 
screwed practically everything in the house, save for the cat and, of course, a girl. During my 
sophomore year of high school I had the magical experience of licking and then being sucked by 
my long-time friend Jenny, but it had only happened once and she had moved away shortly after. 
Since then my sexual experiences had been limited to self-indulgence.

Coming back to what I hoped was reality, I saw Angela grinning sheepishly at me. "Well," she 
said hesitantly, "there *is* one more thing I haven't shown you."  The wheels in my brain spun 
wildly For a moment then found traction. No way.

I looked at her as innocently as I could, pretending not to have guessed what she meant. 
"Really, what?"

She unbuttoned her pants again and slowly lowered them down to her mid-thighs. I stared in a 
state of mild shock as her dark V of carefully trimmed black pubes came into sight, then she 
spread her legs as far apart as her pants would allow to reveal the shaved lips of her pussy and
the captivating gleam of a clit ring. My dick twitched in my pants, and I almost forgot about 
the camera. I quickly ducked down and used up the last of the film on a gradually closer 
sequence of shots, which ended up with a few very enticing pictures of her distended and 
slightly damp-looking bejeweled pussy.

"Wow," I almost gasped as the shutter clicked away. "You certainly aren't camera-shy, are you, 
Angela?" She giggled, looking a little self-conscious, but not much. And why should she be, I 
pondered light-headedly. After all, this was art!

"You did say you wanted to me to show off my 'look', right?" She said, an impish grin appearing 
on her face.

I nodded. "And a very nice 'look' it is. Didn't it hurt, though?" I asked huskily, carefully 
rewinding the film and popping a fresh roll in. Color this time.

"A little, yeah," she answered. "I just got the hood pierced. Some chicks actually get their 
clits done, but that was a little too much for me."  She started to pull her pants up.

Swallowing hard, I decided to go for the gusto. "Cool. I've never had a chance to see one before.
Would you mind if I got a closer look?" I tried to sound merely curious, though this was quite 
definitely the most turned on I'd even been in my life.

She shrugged almost casually. "Sure, go ahead," she replied, lowering her pants again. Taking a 
deep breath, I walked from behind the camera and knelt down about two feet away from her, my 
heart thumping in my chest as my eyes came level with her beautiful twat. I stared at it in 
fascination, not wanting to miss even the smallest detail. The lips were large and looked 
swollen, but I couldn't tell from this angle whether she was tight or loose--not that it was
really important. The ring hung from a fold of light brown skin at the top of her slit.  

I glanced up at her eyes, seeing that she was watching me with a wry little smile.  Feeling 
suddenly bolder, I leaned forward a little and exhaled deeply, blowing a stream of warm air over 
her crotch.

"Oooh!" She exclaimed with a giggle, her slender hips shaking slightly. "That feels weird." 

My head swimming, I did it again, taking an even deeper breath and releasing it slowly over her 
pussy.

"Oooooh!" She shuddered once more, and this time it was her voice that sounded husky. "You'd 
better stop that before I stick it in your face, Rick." She was smiling a sexy, wicked looking
smile.

My pulse pounded hotly in my ears. "Is that a threat?" I asked with a smile of my own. 

"Nope," she replied.  "That's a promise."

I took a second to ponder how something like this could actually be happening, but only a 
second. I took another deep breath, and slowly let it out over Angela's tender pussy. I noticed
that a little whitish bump was beginning to stick out from under her silver-ringed hood, and I 
concentrated my breath on it. 	

"Oooh, fuck!" She gasped and, true to her word, she took a shuffling step forward and mashed 
her twat against my mouth. My head was spinning wildly as I wedged my chin between her thighs 
and extended my tongue to run it over as much of her slit as I could reach.

"Mmmm," I moaned into her crotch. I'd almost forgotten how good a clean and excited pussy tasted.
I slurped and licked her greedily for a minute before poking my tongue between her lips and 
sliding it in as far as I could.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered breathily, then whimpered as I tongued her clit. "God, that feels so 
fuckin' good," she moaned.  The ring felt warm on my tongue, and I flicked it up and down gently.
I was rewarded with more gasping breaths and the squirming of her hips against my mouth and 
hands.

Sucking her pussy was making me delirious, but her commentary was turning me on even more. There 
was a growing likelihood that I was going to suffer a protein spill in my pants, but I didn't 
really mind. I reached up and palmed the cheeks of her tight ass with my ands as I continued to 
eagerly lick and suck at her slippery crotch. 

"Oh fuck!" She whimpered urgently, twisting her fingers in my hair. "I'm gonna cum!" A moment 
later her hips began to shudder and she groaned loudly, her clit pulling back into her body as 
she started cumming on my face. I squeezed her ass firmly as she humped her pussy at my tongue, 
then held onto her as she suddenly relaxed with a soft whimper and almost stumbled backwards.

She looked a little dazed, and I stood up and helped her over to the couch. She collapsed in it 
with a sigh, her pants now around her ankles. I knelt in front of her and rubbed her smooth 
thighs while she smiled at me dreamily.

"That was really fucking good," she whispered, running her hands through my hair. I grinned, 
wishing that I'd only managed to get a few pictures of it. The look on her face as she climaxed
had been priceless.

"Hey, you were such a good model, I had to pay you somehow."

"Oh yeah?" She said the wicked smile returning to her lips. "How'd you like to make a deposit?" 
She spread her knees apart and hiked up her shirt, showing me the slick and swollen lips of her 
inviting pussy, the little silver ring glinting like a beacon.

"Uh, I don't think I'd last very long," I admitted. 

"Let me see what I can do about that," she said, indicating my crotch with her eyes. I saw no 
reason to object, so I stood up and undid my jeans, pushing them and my briefs down to let 
Angela get a look at my equipment. Though not extremely impressive, my circumcised pecker was 
at least average, and bent slightly up for some reason.

She licked her bottom lip as she stared at the head, which was already slick from my pre-cum. She 
smiled and breathed on it like I'd done to her, making it twitch as the warm air blew teasingly 
over it. I could easily understand what had prompted her to shove her twat in my face. I was 
about to make a similar promise to her when she decided to dispense with the formalities and 
leaned forward, wrapping her lips around my shaft as about a third of it disappeared into her 
wonderfully warm and wet mouth.

I gasped. I'd almost forgotten what having my dork sucked felt like, too. It was awesome. She 
bobbed her head slowly, taking more and more into her mouth. Then when it seemed she'd reached 
her limit, she convulsed her throat and swallowed me.

That was something far beyond my experience, and I felt my balls immediately tighten as she took 
my whole rod down her throat and sucked it hard.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, and she only increased the pressure, her cheeks hollowing and a look 
of deep concentration appearing on her face. I groaned as my cock tensed and shot a jet of cum 
right down her throat, followed by another, and another, and another, spurting and twitching until
my balls felt like they were totally empty. It was an incredible cum, and I swayed on my feet, 
dangerously close to falling over.

She came up for air with a gasp, letting my spent cock slip out of her mouth. A thin line of 
either spit or sperm trailed from her bottom lip to the head of my cock, and I wished for the 
life of me that I was within reach of my camera.  If this wasn't a Kodak moment, nothing was.

"Jesus," I panted, still reeling. "That was awesome."

She grinned up at me. "I'm not done yet, Mr. Cameraman."  She began to suck at the head of my 
wilting dick, the sensations of her mouth on my sensitive knob making my head spin.

"Hold on, I said, disengaging myself from her. "I gotta sit down." Before I did, though, I ran 
over and took my camera off the tripod, returning and flopping down on the couch. Angela grinned 
as she slid off the sofa and crawled up between my thighs.

"You aren't going to use these for your art class, are you?" She asked, nipping playfully at my 
half-hard cock.

"No, I don't think so. But I'd like to start a private collection, you know, just for myself."

She grinned and slid my cock back into her mouth. I disconnected the zoom lens and focused in 
on the inspiring sight of Angela sucking on the head of my dick. I snapped off a few, thankful 
that I had a full roll in the camera. She smiled every time she heard the shutter, and by the way
that she was almost viciously devouring my dick, the fact that I was taking pictures of it only 
seemed to be turning her on.

Despite the fact that I'd cum only a few minutes before, she coaxed my rod back to almost full 
hardness with her wonderfully long tongue and warm mouth. Angela pulled back and seemed to survey 
it for a moment, then looked up at me as she smiled as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out 
of her pants. She reached down and pulled a little square package out of one of her pants pockets. 
It seemed she had come prepared, though I began wondering what was going on when she unwrapped it 
and put it in her mouth.

I quickly figured it out when she began sucking on my cock again, and I felt her unrolling the 
condom over my shaft with her mouth. I was impressed by the finesse that it took to do something 
like that, even though I was reminded that she'd probably had to practice it a lot too.

She spit my dick out and tugged the rubber down the rest of the way, then climbed up over me and 
lowered herself smoothly down on it, my spit-soaked cock sliding easily between her slick pussy 
lips and into her body.

I'd long imagined what it'd be like to have my dick slide like that into a girl's twat, but as 
usual my expectations fell far short of reality. Even with a condom on, I groaned in ecstasy as 
Angela began humping her butt up and down, fucking herself on my now fully hard and throbbing 
cock. She groaned in response, her wet lips grinding into mine in a slightly sloppy but very 
passionate kiss. She was tight after all, her wet tunnel hugging my cock from top to bottom, the 
swollen lips clinging to my shaft as she rose and fell on it. 

I noticed distractedly that she was still wearing her Ministry shirt, and I tugged at it, wanting 
very much to have her tittie rings bouncing in my face as she rode me. She helped me strip her 
shirt off, and I stared at her pierced nips for a moment, uncertain how to safely go about 
sucking them.

"Go ahead," she panted, "just don't bite 'em."  She slowed a little, allowing me to flick her 
left nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, ring and all. She moaned as I sucked
at her tit, moving my hands over her thighs to squeeze her ass.

I could hardly believe this was really happening. Here I was, a skinny art weenie getting my 
brains fucked out by a good-looking chick on the squeaky couch in my brightly lit studio. I could
feel her clit ring brush my pubes as she bottomed out on me, and I remembered my camera. I spit 
her nipple out of my mouth just long enough to snap a few photos, mostly of her face and tits, 
then a few of her pelvis as it bounced up and down on my lap, swallowing and releasing my 
glistening cock.  

Sucking her other nip and flicking the ring with my tongue, I was extra glad that she'd sucked 
me off beforehand so that I'd be able to last for a while. A while, hell, I wanted to go on 
forever.

Angela began to fuck me faster, her tight ass slapping against my thighs. I let her nipple free
as she started thrashing around, her long hair brushing my face and chest as she moaned loudly.  

"Oh fuck, Rick," she gasped, grabbing me tightly by the shoulders as she started to hump her ass 
with short strokes, allowing only a few inches or so of my dick to slide in and out of her. I 
continued fondling her hips and butt as she rubbed herself on my dick. She was biting her lower 
lip and had her eyes tightly closed, and I slid my hand up to her face and began tenderly 
stroking the side of her face.  

"Ahh, aahh, aahhh," she began groaning softly, her face contorting in what seemed to be intense 
pleasure. I discarded the camera then grabbed her by the hips and began helping to lift her up 
and down. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she let out a long, whimpering moan, her body 
jerking and convulsing on top of me. Her pussy seemed to grasp at my cock, and I found that I 
was enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she was. 

She went limp as her shuddering subsided, and she sank down on my lap, trapping my cock inside her 
as she moaned and sucked weakly at my neck. After few moments she came back to awareness and sat 
up, looking down at me with a very serious expression.
     
"Jesus fucking God, Rick," she whispered, looking me in the eyes. "I've never come that hard 
before. Are all you art students this good?"

I smiled. "I wouldn't know. This is my first time."

She looked at me strangely. "Your first time..." she repeated softly, then her face split into
a wide grin. "You mean you're a virgin?  Jesus Christ." She frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?  
I wouldn't have been so selfish."

"I don't know, I just figured you'd be able to tell."

She rolled her eyes. "With the way you sucked me off?" She asked, raising herself off until my 
cock fell against my stomach with a wet slap. "That couldn't have been the first time you'd done
that."

"Well, not exactly," I shrugged, watching as she reached down and peeled the condom off of my 
dick. I looked at her questioningly. Did this mean we were done?

"Don't worry, I've always been careful. If it's your first time though, I'd much rather go 
bareback."  She raised my cock back up and sank down on it again, this time flesh against 
wonderful flesh. We both groaned as I slid into her, the sensations even more incredible than 
before.

She gasped and began bouncing up and down on me, her nipple rings brushing against my chest as 
she leaned down and kissed me. I groaned into her mouth. I was getting close to cumming again, 
and Angela seemed to realize it, as she started going faster and harder. She seemed to want my 
cherry, and I sure wasn't going to deny her.

"I'm close," I whispered, not knowing whether she wanted me to cum in her or not.

She rubbed my chest with her hands and kissed me passionately. "Give it to me, Rick," she 
whispered in my ear, pausing to suck at my earlobe. "Cum in me."

I groaned and almost instantly obliged, feeling like my entire body was emptying out into her 
warm and slurping pussy. Everything turned gray and I saw stars as Angela kissed my neck.

"Oh God, that's it," she moaned, "fill me up." Her words made me cum even harder and longer, and
I felt like I was going to pass out. Maybe I did. I lost track of everything until the mist 
cleared and I felt Angela lying on my chest, kissing my collarbone and running her fingers over 
my right nipple. My cock was almost completely soft, but was still held within her snug pussy.

"Are you back?" She said, looking up from my chest with a smile. I hugged her tightly.

"Yeah, I think so. That was awesome." A disturbing thought popped into my head. "Uh, What if you 
get pregnant?"

"My cycle's so fucked up I don't think I could if I tried. Don't worry about it." She kissed my 
nipple. "Besides," she said with a smile. "I don't think I'd mind getting hitched to guy that 
could make me cum like that." I smiled back, though I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

We lay there and snuggled for a while, and by the time we untangled ourselves from each other, 
both our crotches were a sticky mess. After we got cleaned up, Angela dressed and said that she 
had to go to the computer lab and work on a program, but she gave me her phone number and made 
me promise to call her the next day. She tongue-kissed me passionately before she left, shutting
the door quietly behind her. I collapsed in the living room, still able to taste her on my lips 
and smell her on my body. That, at least, was proof that it hadn't been a dream, that and the 
three rolls of film that I couldn't wait to develop. 

