Shooting

She walked with a carefree attitude typical of her youth, her curly hair dancing in the wind, her skin golden by 

She walked with a carefree attitude typical of her youth, her curly hair dancing in the wind, her skin golden by the sun. His eyes had been drawn to an ad on a forum, an opportunity that had piqued his curiosity. She frequented many artists and had already been asked several times to pose as a muse. Who wouldn’t be flattered?

His physique helped him a lot in this quest. Her slim waist, her soft skin, and her generous breasts (90C) always highlighted well. She just wished she had a little plumper buttock, although the compliments on her body were never lacking. Her face, with its high cheekbones, full lips and easy smile, and slightly almond-shaped eyes, was framed by a mane of wavy blonde hair. She attracted as much attention with her body as with her gait.

She loved to show off her plastic and play with it. She was as alive as she was beautiful, and all eyes were on her for her body as well as for her gait. So, the ad seemed perfect for her. A photographer was looking for a model for nudes, and she liked to wear clothes that highlighted her curves as much as she liked to take them off.

She collected conquests, always of her choice, and felt that she already had a great experience, despite her twenty-one years of age. Sex was such a pleasure! And there were so many possibilities... Solo, with or without objects, in duo, in trio... She had already practiced a lot of positions, in a lot of places! She particularly enjoyed role-playing, bondage sessions, and BDSM experiences. She had a collection of sex toys that she used regularly, and she was not shy about exploring new practices with willing partners. She even preferred dominant men, who knew exactly how to make her shiver with pleasure.

But she had never been in front of the camera, except for a few videos, but they didn’t really count. She loved her body, to show it, so if she could be paid more!

The ad offered a link to a site on which the photos hosted were elegant and chaste. The photographer in question seemed good, even if too old to be his type. But she felt that feeling his gaze on her intimacy would not displease her. With a square jaw, short hair, and a beard for a few days, he looked a little wild.

She had just flinched when she saw in the ad “possible extras” but had decided not to worry too much. She arrived in front of the indicated address, not having turned a fresh look on her mini jean’s shorts. With his white tank top, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She also wore a leather necklace around her neck, an accessory she liked to wear as a reminder of her taste for games of domination.

She straightened her sunglasses in front of the door of an old warehouse converted into a loft. Only one anonymous doorbell. She rang the bell and didn’t have long to wait before she heard the door being unlocked. She waited a moment and then pushed her. No one behind. She entered a wide corridor that led to a staircase.

She climbed the steps, shyly. The place was clean, but she felt completely isolated. The staircase opened in the middle of an immense plateau, flooded with light which filtered through the shutters of innumerable windows. Here and there were a few pieces of furniture separated by support pillars and several white screens with accessories. Otherwise, the place seemed almost empty for such a volume. The place, so simple, had been thought out with taste. And it was hot...

A man came out of a door at the back of the room, rubbing his hands with a towel. The first thing she saw was that he was walking barefoot and the thought that crossed her mind was that it fit well with the image of an original artist. He was dressed in light beige pants and a wide linen shirt with rolled up sleeves that showed muscular forearms. She could guess under the cloth that the arms were only a foretaste. She smiled and told herself that if he wasn’t her type at the beginning, he was frankly not badly fucked up. He was dressed in light beige pants and a wide linen shirt with rolled up sleeves that showed muscular forearms. She could guess under the cloth that the arms were only a foretaste. She smiled and told herself that if he wasn’t her type at the beginning, he was frankly not badly fucked up. He smiled back at her and that’s when she saw his eyes. His gaze was deep. For the first time, she felt intimidated by a look so intense that she was almost embarrassed. He crossed the last few meters between them, reaching out, but looking down on her body. Despite her clothes, she felt naked as never before. Hello, he said, my name is Yann.

×Hello, she stammered, taking his hand, I’m here for the announcement.

She was electrified by the touch of his dry, warm soft hand.

Decidedly, she felt so destabilized for so little.

×Welcome. Come, let’s sit down to chat a bit, shall we? He said, pointing to two chairs.

She settled down, crossing her legs and arms. She just felt better enough to do that.

×Is this the first time you’ve done this kind of thing? He asked in a warm voice.

×Yes, she replied, clearing her throat.

×Nervous? He said with a slight smile.

×Not usually, she tried to pull herself together.

Flute, she said to herself. I am not going to be intimidated! He’s just a guy, right?

×Stepping into the unknown can be intimidating.

His voice was as soft as his hands, with the same effect.

A new involuntary shiver of excitement ran through her.

×I am not, she said evenly. I’m sure you’ve already seen many naked women and I’ve seen the pictures you take; it doesn’t look so terrible.

×You have visited my site, right? He asked.

×Yes.

×I imagine you enjoyed it; you wouldn’t be here otherwise.

×Yes, even if I was hoping for something more daring, she provoked.

×Public photos are public photos,” he replied with a slightly arrogant smile.

×But let’s start at the beginning, shall we? A photo can be just an image, frozen, that shows everything, that shows nothing. What I’m looking for is not just to photograph a statue. What I’m looking for is to capture what we don’t see. A snapshot of a fleeting moment, which disappears forever, but remains engraved for our eyes. And I can only capture what the model gives. I’m not trying to take a photograph for the model, for my name, but for aesthetic pleasure. Does this make sense for you so far?

She nodded.

×Well, let’s start at the beginning then. Here is a standard contract, with the rates.

×The prices? She asked.

He smiled and that was enough to melt it.

×I take several types of photos. They can be grouped into three categories. The first, the one in the announcement, are, let’s say, classic nudes. The session is paid three hundred and fifty euros.

She was speechless.

×For a session? And the other categories? She said as she went through the contract where she saw amounts that were actually indecent.

×They are more... Personal. But we’ll talk about that after the first session, shall we? I don’t want to scare you.”

She raised her eyebrows.

×What should I be afraid of?

×You’re welcome, if it’s for your safety that you’re thinking,” he said with a slight smile. It’s just that... My pleasure, therefore, is a pleasure for the senses, and some people take pleasure in tasting a fine wine or admiring a painting by a great expert. For me, the beauty of the world is in sex. Hence my photos. Some would surely see it as pornography. I like to think I’m slightly more elegant.

×What does it mean that you want me to touch myself, to do things with you?

×Not specifically. This means that I look for models who share my vision of pleasure, of beauty. I hope my approach doesn’t shock you.

×I don’t know yet,” she stammered, taken aback.

×On the technical side, to reassure you, the photos taken here are my exclusive property as well as yours. And they are stored here in a secure way, with no risk of seeing them appear on the net. And we both sign a contract to make sure you do that. To develop my approach, I only take pictures of what you are willing to show. What I propose is a first try, see how you feel about it, then I will tell you about my project?

×Right now? She asked in surprise. Naked?

He laughed.

×Of course not! Just a test to see how you feel in front of me and in front of the lens. This will help us see how we tune in.

×Very well, she said, leaning over the paper and putting her signature on it.

×Know that the first session is paid, whatever you decide, whatever you do.

He placed an envelope on the table from which a wad of fifty-euro notes protruded.

The money on the table reassured her, but she felt overwhelmed by the deep excitement to be paid for her body.

×Very well, she said, rising, let us do it.

And without warning, she took off her top and black cotton bra.

Yann’s eyes barely widened, but his smile widened. She appreciated this smile, greedy.

She stared at him and made a wonderful spark of desire appear in his eyes as she lowered her hands to his shorts and gently opened the buttons.

She was not wearing underwear and offered her fully waxed directly to the eye of her photographer.

He admired her in silence.

×You are splendid, he said simply.

×Thank you,” she replied, not being able to help blushing.

She didn’t blush to be naked, she had no reason to do so, she loved her body. She blushed with desire and excitement. She felt her nipples harden, her wet, but was afraid that he would notice.

He got up and walked to a table with several cameras lying around.

×Is there a place you prefer? He asked, pointing to the loft.

She walked to a simple stool placed on a platform, in front of a white sheet. She couldn’t help but adopt a sensual and slightly seductive gait.

×Before starting, and although I usually don’t talk about it before the first session, I’ll take the risk. As I think you have understood, my work is based on desire. The desire that the model gives. Would you agree to see this desire?

His eyes were inflamed as he said these words.

×I’m not sure I understand,” she said, squinting her eyes.

×I like to work as naked as my models.

It was his turn to smile.

×I thought photographers were the type to hide behind their lenses.

×Not me.

×Very well.

He put the device back down and undid his shirt. He then slid his pants down, revealing that like her, he liked to feel comfortable in his clothes.

She watched greedily as he stood alone for her as he stood motionless in front of her gaze. The rest of her body was as she had imagined it, thin, muscular, powerful.

She felt herself getting a little wetter and gently rubbed her thighs together.

She stepped back to the stool.

×How should I put myself? She said her eyes were still fixed on the rod of more than honorable size.

×As you feel, as you want the device to see you.”

He hid behind the camera’s viewfinder. She heard the click of the shutter button before she even struck a pose. She felt a little silly, as if she had to make stereotypical model faces, then her gaze fell back on the red tip of the in front of her.

She then slid her easily his neck, towards the back of his neck. She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes immersed in the lens, biting her lower lip, not to imitate any image, but because she felt increasingly excited. Her fingers lingered on her skin, drawing imaginary lines that made her shiver.

Her hands danced over her body, gripping her large breasts swollen with desire. Her fingers pinched her hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Without realizing it, she had opened her thighs, exposing her soaking wet to Yann’s gaze. Her intimate lips were swollen and shiny, ready to be explored.

She ran her hands over the inside of her thighs, gently rising to the sound of the shutter release that didn’t stop. Her hand brushed against her sex, and she received a discharge of pleasure. Her legs closed on her hand like a trap. Thus hidden, she began to masturbate while panting, her fingers sliding easily through her wetness.

The shutter sounded. She was looking at Yann’s, pointed at her, hard and ready. She wanted him to touch himself for her, she wanted to touch him, to lick him, to feel him inside her. She was already imagining the feeling of his inside her, filling her completely.

Pleasure flooded her and she had to try not to. Not already. She rose, spread her legs and arms, threw her head back. She spun around and leaned forward on the stool, her legs stretched out, offering a breathtaking view of her intimacy.

She closed her eyes, imagining firsthand his back, sliding towards his buttocks. She imagined the warmth of her lips resting on his, her tongue exploring her mouth. She slid a finger over his, which she slowly slid down to her anus, feeling every inch of her body react to her touch.

She could hear his shortness of breath behind the device. She straightened up, put one foot on the stool, and caressed herself in this position, her legs wide apart, completely exposing her wet sex. He grabbed another camera from a tripod and placed it behind her.

The click continued, triggered by a remote control nestled in the palm of his hand. His other hand, freed, was placed on her rock-hard sex and he began to jerk off while photographing her, his movements synchronized with his.

She swung the stool off the platform and lay down on the floor, facing him, her legs apart. With her head straightened, she began to caress herself without restraint. Her fingers slid over her lips, squeezed her clit which poured endless waves of pleasure, penetrated inside her sex, feeling each movement intensify her arousal.

He was jerking off forcefully now, inflamed by his show, by his gaze, the camera going off repeatedly. She cums screaming, her head thrown back, her body shaking in spasms of pleasure.

With her eyes closed, she heard him in turn, his hoarse breath and moans filling the room. She opened her eyes again, slightly disappointed, she would have loved so much for him to take her now, feel his inside her, filling her completely.

×For category three, you join me in front of the camera I hope,” she says breathlessly.

×Not exactly,” he said, wiping himself. This remains in the order of the second category. I think we’ve already skipped enough stages so as not to save a little surprise for the future.

×Do you have any accessories? She asked suddenly.

×Yes, he stammered, taken aback for the first time.

×Where?

He showed her a low piece of furniture against a wall. She walked there with her cat’s step. She had excellent well and could even have been satisfied with it if it weren’t for this last touch of frustration. She wanted more. And she wanted to punish him for having too soon.

She opened a first drawer in which were arranged a series of sex toys, artfully arranged in individual compartments. She grabs a clear, hard bumpy dildo and a bottle of lube. The dildo, with its reliefs and smooth texture, promised intense sensations. The lube bottle, on the other hand, was an accessory she liked to use to add an extra dimension to her pleasures.

She went, booty in hand, to the armchair in which they had had their discussion. He took his place in front of her, still naked, but his less proudly erect, a bottle of water in his hand. She settled in, staring at him, her eyes shining with desire and determination.

She deposited a lengthy line of lube on the dildo, making it glow under the light. Considering how wet she was, she didn’t really need it, but using lube had always turned her on, like it was the piggy thing. The slippery liquid added a visual and tactile dimension to the experience, making each movement more fluid and intense.

She spread her thighs, offering a breathtaking view of her wet and ready sex. Without further foreplay, she pushed the dildo into her pussy. She was so excited that he went inside her like butter, sliding easily despite her imposing size. Each movement made her body vibrate with pleasure, the reliefs of the dildo stimulating sensitive areas that she loved to explore.

×There is money missing from this envelope, she said without stopping to stare at it and without stopping the movement of the dildo.

×Indeed, he replied, rising.

She looked at his ass as he walked to another buffet, enjoying the sight of her muscles twitching with each step. She was pleased to see that he was straightening up when he came back to her, standing proudly, ready for new adventures.

He threw a wad of cash on the table, the sound of crumpled bills echoing through the room. She felt bought, like a whore. And that turned him on. The idea of submitting to his desire, of selling himself for his pleasure, added a forbidden and taboo dimension to their interaction.

He picked up his camera again, his eyes shining with desire and concentration. She spread her thighs wider, offering an even more intimate view of her wet and ready sex. She had never felt exposed in this way. Naturist, surely, but exposed, never. However, she just wanted to offer herself to his gaze, to show herself from all angles, to let herself be captured by his lens.

He was again now, his erect and ready, testifying to the effect she had on him. Every click of the camera sounded like a caress, each flash of light illuminating her body in an erotical way. She felt alive, desired, and completely at his mercy.

×There’s no way I’m going to be alone this time, she says.

×I understand.

He went back to get the tripod and the remote control, his movements fast and precise. Once his equipment was installed, he pushed the banknote-covered coffee table to the side and dropped to his knees in front of it. She was half lying in the strange low chair, her legs spread on the armrests, the dildo deep in her pussy.

He grabbed her thighs from underneath to make her slide forward and began to kiss her ass while the dildo continued to slide into her. She let out a powerful moan of pleasure, her hips lifting slightly to better offer themselves to him. His tongue was warm, wet, and curious, tracing circles around her anus before becoming bolder and bolder. He pushed his tongue in small strokes until he could visit the inside of her intimacy, making her shiver with pleasure.

It was a sigh of contentment that she let out when he slipped a finger into it, his tongue coming to place along the dildo to taste her feminine juices. She ran her free hand through her hair and pressed it against her pelvis, holding it firmly against her. He pulled the dildo out of her hand and then out of her pussy and, to her surprise, licked it to soak up all her juices. She was electrified by this gesture so unusual for a man, feeling each movement of his tongue like an intimate caress.

She grabbed his erect cock, so big that her hand didn’t go around it. She had to open her mouth wide to get it in. And the more he moaned, the more she made him go in, so that he could no longer breathe. She felt it swell so hard in her throat, every movement of her tongue and lips driving him crazy with desire.

He tasted the, the taste drove her crazy. She sucked like crazy, rolling her tongue over his glans, applying her wet lips all the way to his shaft. She wanted to possess her as her tongue had possessed her. She ran her hand over his balls, kneading them delicately, slid between his thighs, feeling every inch of his body react to his touch.

He was still on his knees; she was in an impossible position. She stood up and placed her in place of her mouth. She felt the hard glans against her lips. He let her do it. She let herself slide slowly, giving time for her narrow vagina to be penetrated by such a large. She saw him struggle not to give a sharp blow to take her. He placed his direct her hips and held her back as she let herself go.

She rested her head on the chair and began to make small movements of her pelvis. He let go of her to take his camera and the sound of the shutter button punctuated their movements. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and caressing them to be as exciting as possible. He photographed her hand sliding over her stomach until it caressed her clit, each click of the camera capturing the intensity of their pleasure.

She sat up and took the camera from his hands. Surprised, he smiled teasing back and stepped out of his sex. She let out a moan of disappointment, quickly replaced by a moan of ecstasy when he started licking her again while looking at her. She began to move her pelvis while pressing the shutter button. She saw his inflamed blue eyes, his nose rubbing against her. His tongue rolled over her lips, drank her juices, slid inside her vagina, then went up to attack savagely her clit, which he sucked in with unspeakable mastery. She left herself while screaming, keeping her eye on the camera.

Once her jerks had subsided, he turned her over on his knees, her head on the chair, and stood behind her…