Ellen’s Photoshoot
I was about to do something I had never imagined doing. I was going to visit a photographer to do a very provocative photo shoot. I was shocked when my college roommate had confessed at having done a sexy photoshoot and became increasingly excited when my roommate told her how erotic the experience was.
“Did you have sex with him?” I asked.
“Not a him; it’s a girl. And yes; we ended up having sex and I had the most amazing orgasm.”
“Do you think I would enjoy doing it? Would I have to have sex with her – I’ve never had sex with a girl before.”
“I’m sure you will. Her name is Maryanne.”
I made an appointment and that day had arrived. I stared at the clock, my heart racing. It was a quarter to six. My appointment with Maryanne was in fifteen minutes; her studio was just a five-minute walk away. The sun had dipped low, casting a warm glow over the city streets, the shadows stretching like fingers reaching for the fading light. The air had the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby park, and the distant chatter of families enjoying the evening filled her ears. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. It was a big step; I had never even thought of posing for what I was sure would be a pornographic photo shoot.
Professional photos of me, naked. It was risky, sure, but the thrill of it all made me feel alive.
My outfit was carefully chosen: a very short, flirty short dress that fell above mid-thigh and buttoned down the front. I opted for sexy panties and a sheer bra, figuring that removing each piece of clothing could build to what I hoped would be erotic experience. A pair of strappy sandals clicked against the pavement; I realized each step was bringing me closer to Maryanne. My blonde hair was a wild tumble of curls, cascading down my back, and my makeup was subtle, just enough to enhance my features. My anticipation grew with each step closer to the studio. Maryanne’s studio was in a quaint building, nestled between a bookstore and a coffee shop. A small, unassuming sign read "Elegance Photography." I had done my research, and the photographer, Maryanne Hart, was known for her tasteful and artistic nude work.
Inside, the studio was dimly lit, with a soft, velvety quiet that enveloped her. The walls were adorned with elegant black and white portraits, some of them leaving little to the imagination. I could feel the weight of the impending experience, the excitement building in her chest like a crescendo. Maryanne answered the doorbell. She was with a kind smile and gentle eyes and she greeted me with a firm handshake. Her beauty took my breath away. Taller than me and slender. Tiny breasts and gorgeously long legs. She had a certain charm that made me feel at ease immediately despite the nerves bubbling just beneath the surface.
The session began with simple poses, me in my dress, that gradually became more sexy. Maryanne's instructions were precise, her voice calm and reassuring.
Sitting on a stool, Maryanne asked me to let my dress ride up my legs. “Further.” My panties were almost visible. “Lean back.” My small breasts pushed against the fabric of my dress. Maryanne moved around me, her camera snapping away. “Spread your legs a bit.” Now I realized it was going to become serious. “Lift one leg up onto the rung of the stool.” My crotch was exposed to Maryanne’s camera. Maryanne snapped away focusing on the area between my spread legs. She came closer and snapped away at my panty-covered pussy. “Hmmm… I like your panties.”
“Pull your dress up. I want to see your panties.” I raised myself off the stool and hiked my dress up to my waist. Maryanne now snapped away at my panty covered bottom.
“Take your dress off. Slowly. Seduce the camera.”
I slowly unbuttoned my dress. I could feel my skin become really sensitive as the sensuality of the session built.
My dress came off, and I was left in just my bra and panties, the cool air of the studio kissed my skin. I found myself relaxing into the experience, the camera's gaze offered a warm embrace. And Maryanne’s gentle encouragement made me feel desired. But, I could feel my cheeks flushing, a mix of shyness and arousal. I could also feel my pussy getting wet from my growing desire. And with each snap of the shutter, I grew bolder.
Then, the moment came.
“Pinch your nipples. Make them hard for the camera.’ I realized that Maryanne was asking me to get excited for the camera, but I realized she was seducing me.
“Touch yourself. Rub your pussy through your panties.”
My hands caressed my body as they went to my crotch. My fingers pressed on my pussy mound with the pressure teasing my clit. I was now a prisoner to my erotic side. My fingers slid up and down my slit.
“Make yourself wet for the camera.”
I pushed my fingers inside my pussy, pushing the fabric as well. The sensation from the friction of my panties against my lips and clit started to overcome me. My hips began to gyrate against my fingers. My eyes closed as my head fell back. My breathing became soft moans.
‘Oh, yes! Finger yourself. Fuck your fingers.” There was now a raspiness to Maryanne’s voice.
My moans grew louder and more desperate as I could feel my orgasm building. My pussy juices oozed between my fingers.
“Oh, look at how wet you are!” Maryanne snapped away ai my wet panties. “Slip your fingers inside your panties. Let the camera see your fingers inside you.”
My hand went inside my panties, and I began to finger myself. One finger. Then another. Maryanne approached me and pulled the center of my panties down to expose my fingers inside my pussy. With the other hand she snapped away. I watched Maryanne; I wanted to come so badly for her and the camera.
“Can you come for me?” “I’m almost there” I gasped.
Suddenly my body began to convulse as my orgasm crashed over me. I could feel come ooze from my pussy and pool in my panties. All I could hear was Maryanne’s camera. Maryanne pulled my panties so that the puddle of come was now puddled against my pussy.
“Oh, that is so fucking sexy.” “Why don’t you take a break and then we’ll move to the next level.” I nodded, my heart racing. I realized that I had become very, very horny.
"Why don't you come take a look?" Maryanne suggested, gesturing to the laptop set up on a nearby table. "We can see how the photos are coming along."
My heart skipped a beat as the file opened. The images were stunning, showing a side of me that I had never seen before. I couldn't help but feel an erotic twinge as I watched Maryanne's reaction. I could hear her breathing become jagged as I sat in front of her, nearly naked. Maryanne had managed to capture something raw and powerful, something that made me feel more like a woman than she ever had before.
One photo caught my eye: when Maryanne pulled down my panties, exposing my pussy peeking out from between my legs. The camera had captured the way the pink flesh of my pussy contrasted with the pale white of my skin, creating a visual that was both tantalizing and intimate. I felt a flush spread across my cheeks as I realized just how much of myself I was revealing. Then I watched as the camera caught my orgasm. Maryanne had switched to video mode.
I watched as my fingers worked over my pussy. I was coming freely as I could see my pussy walls begin to clench as my orgasm closed in. And then I could see it pulse, pulling my fingers as I came. My come oozed out as my pussy pulsed, It was all so erotic. As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of erotic exhibitionism. The idea that Maryanne saw this sent a thrill through me. My hand strayed to my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing against it. I bit my lip; watching my orgasm sent a shiver down my spine. The room grew warmer, the air thick with desire. I had to have some of these photos for myself, to keep them as a secret treasure, a reminder of the night she had shared with Maryanne.
“Are you ready to go to the next level”? Maryanne asked. Her face was a picture of lust.
“I can’t wait” I practically panted.
She reached for her camera. “Unsnap your bra but expose your tits slowly, teasing me.”
As I reached to undo my bra, I heard her camera. But I knew this was for her, it was now that I decided to let her seduce me. I let my bra slide down my chest slowly giving Maryanne a teasingly slow show. My nipples were so hard they hurt.
“Now your panties but stop at mid-thigh.” As my panties slipped down my legs, I heard Maryanne: “Turn around. Spread your legs as far as you can. Bend over. More.”
God, this felt so erotic, bending over to give Maryanne a clear view of my pussy from behind. I could sense her approach. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips as the camera fired away. Then she pushed my panties to the floor, and I stepped out of them. I turned, standing before her completely naked. The studio lights bathed me in a soft glow, and I could see the sexual desire in her eyes. But it wasn't a predatory look; it was admiration romantic even. Her gaze lingered on my gently parted pussy lips and the wetness that began to seep down my thighs. She knew that her seduction was complete. And I was ready to show her just how much I wanted her.
We started with tamer poses. “Make me work for it” Maryanne whispered. “You’re seducing me.” She placed my hands strategically, not showing too much too soon. But soon, Maryanne encouraged me to let go of my inhibitions. I was ready. I arched my back, let my breasts rise and fall with each breath. Maryanne positioned in ways that displayed my body erotically. She parted my legs to open my pussy; one hand traced the inside of my thigh while the other gently stroked my pussy mound. I closed my eyes, enjoying how my body felt under the lights and the way the cool air danced over her most intimate areas. I could feel my nipples harden; my breath caught in my throat. And through it all, I knew I was doing this for Maryanne. Thrilled that it was her eyes looking at me with desire. All the while, the camera clicked away, capturing every moment of my transformation.
"Ellen, I think we have enough for your portfolio. But before we finish, I have a few more ideas. I think we can take it one step further."
My heart pounding, I turned to face her, my eyes questioning. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Maryanne' smile grew more intense. "I mean, I think we should do some photos that are just for us. Something that shows you in a way no one else has ever seen you before. Something that makes you feel alive."
Maryanne motioned for me to hop onto the bed. I felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. I had never been so exposed, so raw before, and I liked it. I nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. Maryanne stepped back, giving me space, and I made my way to the bed. It was a large, velvet-covered platform in the center of the room, surrounded by a smattering of plush pillows and a fur blanket. I laid back and my legs fell open slightly, and watched as Maryanne picked up her camera, her eyes never leaving mine.
The click of the camera was like a symphony, each snap a crescendo of pleasure. I arched my back, my breasts pushing upward, the pink tips of my nipples hard with desire. The bed was cool against her skin, sending a delicious shiver through my body. I felt like a goddess, my every move captured in high definition. Maryanne moved around me, snapping away, her eyes never leaving my body. The tension in the room grew, the air thick with unspoken desire.
“Unzip my dress.” Maryanne turned her back, giving me access to her zipper. “Slowly; I know you want me. But tease me.”
I pulled the zipper down slowly and I could feel my arousal grow as I saw more and more of her body. Black bra. Maryanne slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked now except for her bra and black panties, she turned to face me. Then she sat straddling my open legs. Her panties brushed against my inner thighs. My eyes were wide with anticipation, my heart raced as I watched her adjust her lens. Her proximity was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. I spread my legs wider, the invitation clear. She took it, leaning in closer, the camera now only inches from my pussy. I could feel the warmth of her breath, her gaze intense and focused on my sex.
The shutter clicked rapidly as Maryanne took in the sight before her. My pussy was wet and swollen, the pink flesh glistening with arousal. I felt a rush of excitement as she moved in closer, her lens capturing every detail. Her finger hovered over the shutter button, poised to capture mr in the most intimate of moments. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that had me trembling with need.
Maryanne's hand reached out, her fingertips brushing against my skin. I gasped, her body jolting with surprise as she stroked my thigh gently, her touch feather-light, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The camera hovered between my legs, and I knew that with the next click, I would be giving her something more than just a photograph. In this moment, with Maryanne's eyes on me, I wanted her to see me, all of me.
The next few images were a blur of sensation. Her hand grew bolder, moving from my thigh to the softness of my folds. I felt a finger slip inside me; the sudden intrusion made me gasp. The camera clicked in rhythm with her movements, capturing every intimate moment. My hips began to move, rising to meet her touch, and my moans began to fill the studio.
Maryanne's voice was a low murmur in her ear, her words a seductive whisper that fueled her desire. "You're so beautiful, Ellen. Tell me, do you want to take this further?" Her question hung in the air, a challenge that I met with a nod. The idea of these personal photos, just for me, was intoxicating. I had never felt so desired, so alive.
The camera paused, and Maryanne leaned in, his face close to hers. "Spread your legs wider," she instructed. "I want to see all of you."
My body responded before I could think, my legs moving apart as if they had a mind of their own. The cool air of the studio caressed my wetness, making me shiver with anticipation. Maryanne's finger moved in a slow, deliberate circle around my clit, the gentle pressure sending sparks of pleasure through me. The camera hovered above, the anticipation of the next click a sweet agony. I felt my pussy clench around her digit, my body begging for more.
“Do you want to get fucked?” Maryanne whispered. I nodded.
She withdrew her finger and took a step back. She reached under the bed and pulled out a strapon. “Have you ever had the pleasure?” I shook my head. I watched as Maryanne pulled the strapon up her legs and adjusted the straps. The phallus was long and wide. “Touch it.” I reached for her and let the fake cock run between my fingers.
“Do you want it?” Oh, god, yes.”
She climbed onto the bed, her camera still in hand, and positioned herself between my legs. The soft fur of the blanket tickled my skin as she felt the warmth of her body pressing against me. Maryanne was completely naked now, his chest hair brushing against her inner thighs as she leaned in closer. The camera hovered just above my pussy, capturing the moment in glorious detail. She could feel the heat of her arousal, the smell of her sex mingling with mine.
Their eyes locked as she began to stroke mr again, her touch now more urgent. The fake cock was mere inches from me. I could feel my wetness pooling around her fingers, my body aching for more. She reached down, her hand wrapping around the dildo. The camera clicked away, each image a testament to her passion.
Maryanne leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against my ear. "Do you want it?" she murmured.
"Yes," my voice trembling with excitement and a hint of trepidation.
Maryanne touched her. She knew exactly what I needed, how to make my body sing with pleasure. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations, as her fingers danced over my clit and her thumb circled my entrance. It was like she had a map of my body, and she was navigating it like a seasoned explorer.
"Bend over, Ellen" Maryanne said, her voice sent a tremor through my body. I obeyed, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees, arching her back, and presenting her ass to her. The fur of the blanket was soft under my palms, the coolness against my knees told me that I was about to be fucked by my photographer. The camera moved closer, the lens a cold, unblinking eye that saw everything. I felt a hand on my hip, guiding me, positioning me just right.
I glanced over my shoulder, watching as Maryanne lubed her cock, the head glistening.
"Perfect," she murmured, her eyes meeting mine again. "Now, let's get some more... intimate shots."
I felt a rush of heat at her words, my body already responding to the promise of what was to come. I leaned forward, my breasts pressed into the fur, my ass in the air. The anticipation was unbearable; my pussy throbbed with need. I felt Maryanne move closer, and then it happened. In her eagerness to give her the perfect shot, I leaned back too far; the tip of her cock brushed against her wetness, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, my eyes flying open in surprise. But my eyes, glazed with desire, silenced her apology. She reached back, her hand found Maryanne's "cock" and pulled her closer. "It's okay," she whispered, her breath hot against her skin. "I want this."
Maryanne positioned her cock nestled at the entrance of my pussy. She took a few shots, the camera capturing the moment with a series of rapid clicks. Each time she pulled back, the head of her cock would graze my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance between pain and pleasure that had me panting and wanting more.
Maryanne took to snap a few more photos. I could feel the head of her fake cock rubbing against me, the slickness of her pussy making it glide effortlessly along her folds. The camera capturing the intimate dance of their bodies.
The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the scent of sexual desire. I felt the tip of Maryanne's cock teasing my opening, the pressure built with every shallow thrust. I bit my lip, the need to have her inside me grew with each passing second.
Softly, I pushed my ass back, taking Maryanne in just a little more. The sensation was heavenly, the girth of her dildo stretched me in a way I had never experienced before. The camera clicked away, each snap a testament to our shared lust. Maryanne's hand was tight on my hip, guiding me, urging me to let her go deeper.
"Oh, god, Ellen," she groaned, her voice tight with restraint. "You're so tight."
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I pushed back against her again, taking another inch. Maryanne’s grip on my hip tightened, her fingers dug into my flesh as she held me in place. The camera hovered between us, a silent observer to our sexual dance.
Maryanne took a deep breath. "Show me that you want me."
My face buried in the pillow, I leaned back further, and my body language spoke volumes. The plush pillow muffled my soft moans as I took more of her fake cock, my pussy stretching around its thickness. The silkiness of the white blanket was a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need I felt. And my body took on an erotic life of its own. Maryanne watched through the lens, her hand moved around me looking for my clit. Her thumb began to flick my clit. spreading the slickness of my arousal along her shaft, her eyes never left the show before her. I pushed back again, taking Maryanne a little deeper, the head of her cock was now deep inside me, teasing the warm, welcoming walls of my pussy. The camera clicked in a steady rhythm, each snap a testament to the erotic tableau we were creating.
I felt the pressure of an orgasm building and my body begged for more. I moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled yet urgent. Each time I pushed back, I felt a new sensation, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had my toes curling. Maryanne's hand was a blur on my clit.
With a final push, I took all of Maryanne, my pussy clamping down around her dildo. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent me spiraling over the edge. I screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense. The camera captured the moment in stark detail, the image of my pussy impaled on Maryanne’s strapon forever immortalized.
Maryanne watched as I began to move, my hips rocked back and forth. Each stroke brought me closer to another orgasm, my body trembling with the effort. The camera clicked away, capturing every inch of my descent into pleasure. my cheeks were flushed, my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. I had been transformed into a creature of pure lust, my movements were driven by a hunger that seemed insatiable. Maryanne watched as I took over, my body moving in a rhythm that was all its own.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, the pink tips of my nipples flushed with desire. My pussy was stretched around her dildo, the walls pulsing with every stroke. The wet, sloppy sounds of sex filled the studio. My moans grew louder, my movements more frantic. I could feel the tension building within my pussy, my muscles began to spasm around her cock.
I sensed that Maryanne's own orgasm was approaching; her hips pushed her cock deeper and faster and her hand began to work my clit even harder. The room was now a cocoon of desire, the only sounds their muffled cries and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
With a moan, she buried her fake phallus deep within me, her hand worked my clit as she pumped into me. My body jerked with each powerful thrust, my moans growing more desperate. I was so close, my orgasm just out of reach. The camera hovered, waiting for the perfect moment to immortalize our shared climax.
My nails dug into the silk, my hips bucked wildly as Maryanne's pace quickened. I could feel my pussy tightening around her, my walls spasming in anticipation. The sound of our bodies slapping together was like a symphony, a rhythm that grew faster and more intense.
My eyes snapped open, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel it now, the crest of the wave, the moment where everything would shatter. I leaned back, my body arching, and met Maryanne's gaze. There was something in her eyes, a hunger that was almost feral, that made my heart race even faster.
"Come for me, Ellen -- now," she growled, her hand moving faster, her cock sliding in and out of me with a wet, slapping sound. "Come on, baby, let me see you come."
The words were like a spark, igniting the fire that had been building within me. With a deep moan I threw my head back, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clamped down around Maryanne’s dildo, the muscles spasming as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Maryanne’s camera kept clicking, capturing my every expression, every moment of ecstasy.
Maryanne’s own orgasm crashing down upon her. As her orgasm hit, she collapsed onto me, our bodies now one sweaty mass. Each trembling through an orgasm. I could feel my come ooze from my pussy and down my legs. Maryanne pulled out slowly; my come oozed out, running down to her clit, making a mess of the pristine blanket. Maryanne took a step back, the camera still pointed at me, and snapped a few more shots, capturing my wetness glistening in the soft studio light. The sound of the shutter was the only thing that broke the silence, a constant reminder of the moment they had just shared.
I rolled over onto my back, the coolness of the silk a stark contrast to the heat of my body. I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm, my pussy pulsing with the echoes of pleasure. I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling.
Maryanne took a step back, her chest heaving with exertion. She set the camera aside, the moment of raw passion now captured in digital form. "Ellen," she said, her voice a gentle rumble, "Come take a look."
There was a folder, was labeled "For Ellen's Eyes Only." I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as I clicked it open. The images inside were raw, unfiltered. They showed every moment of our sexual encounter, from the first tentative touch to the final, explosive climax. Each shot was a testament to our shared passion, a story of desire and lust.
My gaze was drawn to one photo in particular, a close-up of my pussy, gaping and wet. My come was a stark white against my pink flesh, trickling out like a river of sin. The sight of it made my stomach clench, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. I had never seen myself like this before, so open, so ... used. But there was something undeniably erotic about it, a sense of power that I hadn't known existed within me.
"Maryanne," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can I thank you for these?"
“Did you have sex with him?” I asked.
“Not a him; it’s a girl. And yes; we ended up having sex and I had the most amazing orgasm.”
“Do you think I would enjoy doing it? Would I have to have sex with her – I’ve never had sex with a girl before.”
“I’m sure you will. Her name is Maryanne.”
I made an appointment and that day had arrived. I stared at the clock, my heart racing. It was a quarter to six. My appointment with Maryanne was in fifteen minutes; her studio was just a five-minute walk away. The sun had dipped low, casting a warm glow over the city streets, the shadows stretching like fingers reaching for the fading light. The air had the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby park, and the distant chatter of families enjoying the evening filled her ears. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. It was a big step; I had never even thought of posing for what I was sure would be a pornographic photo shoot.
Professional photos of me, naked. It was risky, sure, but the thrill of it all made me feel alive.
My outfit was carefully chosen: a very short, flirty short dress that fell above mid-thigh and buttoned down the front. I opted for sexy panties and a sheer bra, figuring that removing each piece of clothing could build to what I hoped would be erotic experience. A pair of strappy sandals clicked against the pavement; I realized each step was bringing me closer to Maryanne. My blonde hair was a wild tumble of curls, cascading down my back, and my makeup was subtle, just enough to enhance my features. My anticipation grew with each step closer to the studio. Maryanne’s studio was in a quaint building, nestled between a bookstore and a coffee shop. A small, unassuming sign read "Elegance Photography." I had done my research, and the photographer, Maryanne Hart, was known for her tasteful and artistic nude work.
Inside, the studio was dimly lit, with a soft, velvety quiet that enveloped her. The walls were adorned with elegant black and white portraits, some of them leaving little to the imagination. I could feel the weight of the impending experience, the excitement building in her chest like a crescendo. Maryanne answered the doorbell. She was with a kind smile and gentle eyes and she greeted me with a firm handshake. Her beauty took my breath away. Taller than me and slender. Tiny breasts and gorgeously long legs. She had a certain charm that made me feel at ease immediately despite the nerves bubbling just beneath the surface.
The session began with simple poses, me in my dress, that gradually became more sexy. Maryanne's instructions were precise, her voice calm and reassuring.
Sitting on a stool, Maryanne asked me to let my dress ride up my legs. “Further.” My panties were almost visible. “Lean back.” My small breasts pushed against the fabric of my dress. Maryanne moved around me, her camera snapping away. “Spread your legs a bit.” Now I realized it was going to become serious. “Lift one leg up onto the rung of the stool.” My crotch was exposed to Maryanne’s camera. Maryanne snapped away focusing on the area between my spread legs. She came closer and snapped away at my panty-covered pussy. “Hmmm… I like your panties.”
“Pull your dress up. I want to see your panties.” I raised myself off the stool and hiked my dress up to my waist. Maryanne now snapped away at my panty covered bottom.
“Take your dress off. Slowly. Seduce the camera.”
I slowly unbuttoned my dress. I could feel my skin become really sensitive as the sensuality of the session built.
My dress came off, and I was left in just my bra and panties, the cool air of the studio kissed my skin. I found myself relaxing into the experience, the camera's gaze offered a warm embrace. And Maryanne’s gentle encouragement made me feel desired. But, I could feel my cheeks flushing, a mix of shyness and arousal. I could also feel my pussy getting wet from my growing desire. And with each snap of the shutter, I grew bolder.
Then, the moment came.
“Pinch your nipples. Make them hard for the camera.’ I realized that Maryanne was asking me to get excited for the camera, but I realized she was seducing me.
“Touch yourself. Rub your pussy through your panties.”
My hands caressed my body as they went to my crotch. My fingers pressed on my pussy mound with the pressure teasing my clit. I was now a prisoner to my erotic side. My fingers slid up and down my slit.
“Make yourself wet for the camera.”
I pushed my fingers inside my pussy, pushing the fabric as well. The sensation from the friction of my panties against my lips and clit started to overcome me. My hips began to gyrate against my fingers. My eyes closed as my head fell back. My breathing became soft moans.
‘Oh, yes! Finger yourself. Fuck your fingers.” There was now a raspiness to Maryanne’s voice.
My moans grew louder and more desperate as I could feel my orgasm building. My pussy juices oozed between my fingers.
“Oh, look at how wet you are!” Maryanne snapped away ai my wet panties. “Slip your fingers inside your panties. Let the camera see your fingers inside you.”
My hand went inside my panties, and I began to finger myself. One finger. Then another. Maryanne approached me and pulled the center of my panties down to expose my fingers inside my pussy. With the other hand she snapped away. I watched Maryanne; I wanted to come so badly for her and the camera.
“Can you come for me?” “I’m almost there” I gasped.
Suddenly my body began to convulse as my orgasm crashed over me. I could feel come ooze from my pussy and pool in my panties. All I could hear was Maryanne’s camera. Maryanne pulled my panties so that the puddle of come was now puddled against my pussy.
“Oh, that is so fucking sexy.” “Why don’t you take a break and then we’ll move to the next level.” I nodded, my heart racing. I realized that I had become very, very horny.
"Why don't you come take a look?" Maryanne suggested, gesturing to the laptop set up on a nearby table. "We can see how the photos are coming along."
My heart skipped a beat as the file opened. The images were stunning, showing a side of me that I had never seen before. I couldn't help but feel an erotic twinge as I watched Maryanne's reaction. I could hear her breathing become jagged as I sat in front of her, nearly naked. Maryanne had managed to capture something raw and powerful, something that made me feel more like a woman than she ever had before.
One photo caught my eye: when Maryanne pulled down my panties, exposing my pussy peeking out from between my legs. The camera had captured the way the pink flesh of my pussy contrasted with the pale white of my skin, creating a visual that was both tantalizing and intimate. I felt a flush spread across my cheeks as I realized just how much of myself I was revealing. Then I watched as the camera caught my orgasm. Maryanne had switched to video mode.
I watched as my fingers worked over my pussy. I was coming freely as I could see my pussy walls begin to clench as my orgasm closed in. And then I could see it pulse, pulling my fingers as I came. My come oozed out as my pussy pulsed, It was all so erotic. As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of erotic exhibitionism. The idea that Maryanne saw this sent a thrill through me. My hand strayed to my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing against it. I bit my lip; watching my orgasm sent a shiver down my spine. The room grew warmer, the air thick with desire. I had to have some of these photos for myself, to keep them as a secret treasure, a reminder of the night she had shared with Maryanne.
“Are you ready to go to the next level”? Maryanne asked. Her face was a picture of lust.
“I can’t wait” I practically panted.
She reached for her camera. “Unsnap your bra but expose your tits slowly, teasing me.”
As I reached to undo my bra, I heard her camera. But I knew this was for her, it was now that I decided to let her seduce me. I let my bra slide down my chest slowly giving Maryanne a teasingly slow show. My nipples were so hard they hurt.
“Now your panties but stop at mid-thigh.” As my panties slipped down my legs, I heard Maryanne: “Turn around. Spread your legs as far as you can. Bend over. More.”
God, this felt so erotic, bending over to give Maryanne a clear view of my pussy from behind. I could sense her approach. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips as the camera fired away. Then she pushed my panties to the floor, and I stepped out of them. I turned, standing before her completely naked. The studio lights bathed me in a soft glow, and I could see the sexual desire in her eyes. But it wasn't a predatory look; it was admiration romantic even. Her gaze lingered on my gently parted pussy lips and the wetness that began to seep down my thighs. She knew that her seduction was complete. And I was ready to show her just how much I wanted her.
We started with tamer poses. “Make me work for it” Maryanne whispered. “You’re seducing me.” She placed my hands strategically, not showing too much too soon. But soon, Maryanne encouraged me to let go of my inhibitions. I was ready. I arched my back, let my breasts rise and fall with each breath. Maryanne positioned in ways that displayed my body erotically. She parted my legs to open my pussy; one hand traced the inside of my thigh while the other gently stroked my pussy mound. I closed my eyes, enjoying how my body felt under the lights and the way the cool air danced over her most intimate areas. I could feel my nipples harden; my breath caught in my throat. And through it all, I knew I was doing this for Maryanne. Thrilled that it was her eyes looking at me with desire. All the while, the camera clicked away, capturing every moment of my transformation.
"Ellen, I think we have enough for your portfolio. But before we finish, I have a few more ideas. I think we can take it one step further."
My heart pounding, I turned to face her, my eyes questioning. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Maryanne' smile grew more intense. "I mean, I think we should do some photos that are just for us. Something that shows you in a way no one else has ever seen you before. Something that makes you feel alive."
Maryanne motioned for me to hop onto the bed. I felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. I had never been so exposed, so raw before, and I liked it. I nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. Maryanne stepped back, giving me space, and I made my way to the bed. It was a large, velvet-covered platform in the center of the room, surrounded by a smattering of plush pillows and a fur blanket. I laid back and my legs fell open slightly, and watched as Maryanne picked up her camera, her eyes never leaving mine.
The click of the camera was like a symphony, each snap a crescendo of pleasure. I arched my back, my breasts pushing upward, the pink tips of my nipples hard with desire. The bed was cool against her skin, sending a delicious shiver through my body. I felt like a goddess, my every move captured in high definition. Maryanne moved around me, snapping away, her eyes never leaving my body. The tension in the room grew, the air thick with unspoken desire.
“Unzip my dress.” Maryanne turned her back, giving me access to her zipper. “Slowly; I know you want me. But tease me.”
I pulled the zipper down slowly and I could feel my arousal grow as I saw more and more of her body. Black bra. Maryanne slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked now except for her bra and black panties, she turned to face me. Then she sat straddling my open legs. Her panties brushed against my inner thighs. My eyes were wide with anticipation, my heart raced as I watched her adjust her lens. Her proximity was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. I spread my legs wider, the invitation clear. She took it, leaning in closer, the camera now only inches from my pussy. I could feel the warmth of her breath, her gaze intense and focused on my sex.
The shutter clicked rapidly as Maryanne took in the sight before her. My pussy was wet and swollen, the pink flesh glistening with arousal. I felt a rush of excitement as she moved in closer, her lens capturing every detail. Her finger hovered over the shutter button, poised to capture mr in the most intimate of moments. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that had me trembling with need.
Maryanne's hand reached out, her fingertips brushing against my skin. I gasped, her body jolting with surprise as she stroked my thigh gently, her touch feather-light, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The camera hovered between my legs, and I knew that with the next click, I would be giving her something more than just a photograph. In this moment, with Maryanne's eyes on me, I wanted her to see me, all of me.
The next few images were a blur of sensation. Her hand grew bolder, moving from my thigh to the softness of my folds. I felt a finger slip inside me; the sudden intrusion made me gasp. The camera clicked in rhythm with her movements, capturing every intimate moment. My hips began to move, rising to meet her touch, and my moans began to fill the studio.
Maryanne's voice was a low murmur in her ear, her words a seductive whisper that fueled her desire. "You're so beautiful, Ellen. Tell me, do you want to take this further?" Her question hung in the air, a challenge that I met with a nod. The idea of these personal photos, just for me, was intoxicating. I had never felt so desired, so alive.
The camera paused, and Maryanne leaned in, his face close to hers. "Spread your legs wider," she instructed. "I want to see all of you."
My body responded before I could think, my legs moving apart as if they had a mind of their own. The cool air of the studio caressed my wetness, making me shiver with anticipation. Maryanne's finger moved in a slow, deliberate circle around my clit, the gentle pressure sending sparks of pleasure through me. The camera hovered above, the anticipation of the next click a sweet agony. I felt my pussy clench around her digit, my body begging for more.
“Do you want to get fucked?” Maryanne whispered. I nodded.
She withdrew her finger and took a step back. She reached under the bed and pulled out a strapon. “Have you ever had the pleasure?” I shook my head. I watched as Maryanne pulled the strapon up her legs and adjusted the straps. The phallus was long and wide. “Touch it.” I reached for her and let the fake cock run between my fingers.
“Do you want it?” Oh, god, yes.”
She climbed onto the bed, her camera still in hand, and positioned herself between my legs. The soft fur of the blanket tickled my skin as she felt the warmth of her body pressing against me. Maryanne was completely naked now, his chest hair brushing against her inner thighs as she leaned in closer. The camera hovered just above my pussy, capturing the moment in glorious detail. She could feel the heat of her arousal, the smell of her sex mingling with mine.
Their eyes locked as she began to stroke mr again, her touch now more urgent. The fake cock was mere inches from me. I could feel my wetness pooling around her fingers, my body aching for more. She reached down, her hand wrapping around the dildo. The camera clicked away, each image a testament to her passion.
Maryanne leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against my ear. "Do you want it?" she murmured.
"Yes," my voice trembling with excitement and a hint of trepidation.
Maryanne touched her. She knew exactly what I needed, how to make my body sing with pleasure. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations, as her fingers danced over my clit and her thumb circled my entrance. It was like she had a map of my body, and she was navigating it like a seasoned explorer.
"Bend over, Ellen" Maryanne said, her voice sent a tremor through my body. I obeyed, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees, arching her back, and presenting her ass to her. The fur of the blanket was soft under my palms, the coolness against my knees told me that I was about to be fucked by my photographer. The camera moved closer, the lens a cold, unblinking eye that saw everything. I felt a hand on my hip, guiding me, positioning me just right.
I glanced over my shoulder, watching as Maryanne lubed her cock, the head glistening.
"Perfect," she murmured, her eyes meeting mine again. "Now, let's get some more... intimate shots."
I felt a rush of heat at her words, my body already responding to the promise of what was to come. I leaned forward, my breasts pressed into the fur, my ass in the air. The anticipation was unbearable; my pussy throbbed with need. I felt Maryanne move closer, and then it happened. In her eagerness to give her the perfect shot, I leaned back too far; the tip of her cock brushed against her wetness, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, my eyes flying open in surprise. But my eyes, glazed with desire, silenced her apology. She reached back, her hand found Maryanne's "cock" and pulled her closer. "It's okay," she whispered, her breath hot against her skin. "I want this."
Maryanne positioned her cock nestled at the entrance of my pussy. She took a few shots, the camera capturing the moment with a series of rapid clicks. Each time she pulled back, the head of her cock would graze my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance between pain and pleasure that had me panting and wanting more.
Maryanne took to snap a few more photos. I could feel the head of her fake cock rubbing against me, the slickness of her pussy making it glide effortlessly along her folds. The camera capturing the intimate dance of their bodies.
The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the scent of sexual desire. I felt the tip of Maryanne's cock teasing my opening, the pressure built with every shallow thrust. I bit my lip, the need to have her inside me grew with each passing second.
Softly, I pushed my ass back, taking Maryanne in just a little more. The sensation was heavenly, the girth of her dildo stretched me in a way I had never experienced before. The camera clicked away, each snap a testament to our shared lust. Maryanne's hand was tight on my hip, guiding me, urging me to let her go deeper.
"Oh, god, Ellen," she groaned, her voice tight with restraint. "You're so tight."
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I pushed back against her again, taking another inch. Maryanne’s grip on my hip tightened, her fingers dug into my flesh as she held me in place. The camera hovered between us, a silent observer to our sexual dance.
Maryanne took a deep breath. "Show me that you want me."
My face buried in the pillow, I leaned back further, and my body language spoke volumes. The plush pillow muffled my soft moans as I took more of her fake cock, my pussy stretching around its thickness. The silkiness of the white blanket was a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need I felt. And my body took on an erotic life of its own. Maryanne watched through the lens, her hand moved around me looking for my clit. Her thumb began to flick my clit. spreading the slickness of my arousal along her shaft, her eyes never left the show before her. I pushed back again, taking Maryanne a little deeper, the head of her cock was now deep inside me, teasing the warm, welcoming walls of my pussy. The camera clicked in a steady rhythm, each snap a testament to the erotic tableau we were creating.
I felt the pressure of an orgasm building and my body begged for more. I moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled yet urgent. Each time I pushed back, I felt a new sensation, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had my toes curling. Maryanne's hand was a blur on my clit.
With a final push, I took all of Maryanne, my pussy clamping down around her dildo. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent me spiraling over the edge. I screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense. The camera captured the moment in stark detail, the image of my pussy impaled on Maryanne’s strapon forever immortalized.
Maryanne watched as I began to move, my hips rocked back and forth. Each stroke brought me closer to another orgasm, my body trembling with the effort. The camera clicked away, capturing every inch of my descent into pleasure. my cheeks were flushed, my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. I had been transformed into a creature of pure lust, my movements were driven by a hunger that seemed insatiable. Maryanne watched as I took over, my body moving in a rhythm that was all its own.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, the pink tips of my nipples flushed with desire. My pussy was stretched around her dildo, the walls pulsing with every stroke. The wet, sloppy sounds of sex filled the studio. My moans grew louder, my movements more frantic. I could feel the tension building within my pussy, my muscles began to spasm around her cock.
I sensed that Maryanne's own orgasm was approaching; her hips pushed her cock deeper and faster and her hand began to work my clit even harder. The room was now a cocoon of desire, the only sounds their muffled cries and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
With a moan, she buried her fake phallus deep within me, her hand worked my clit as she pumped into me. My body jerked with each powerful thrust, my moans growing more desperate. I was so close, my orgasm just out of reach. The camera hovered, waiting for the perfect moment to immortalize our shared climax.
My nails dug into the silk, my hips bucked wildly as Maryanne's pace quickened. I could feel my pussy tightening around her, my walls spasming in anticipation. The sound of our bodies slapping together was like a symphony, a rhythm that grew faster and more intense.
My eyes snapped open, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel it now, the crest of the wave, the moment where everything would shatter. I leaned back, my body arching, and met Maryanne's gaze. There was something in her eyes, a hunger that was almost feral, that made my heart race even faster.
"Come for me, Ellen -- now," she growled, her hand moving faster, her cock sliding in and out of me with a wet, slapping sound. "Come on, baby, let me see you come."
The words were like a spark, igniting the fire that had been building within me. With a deep moan I threw my head back, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clamped down around Maryanne’s dildo, the muscles spasming as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Maryanne’s camera kept clicking, capturing my every expression, every moment of ecstasy.
Maryanne’s own orgasm crashing down upon her. As her orgasm hit, she collapsed onto me, our bodies now one sweaty mass. Each trembling through an orgasm. I could feel my come ooze from my pussy and down my legs. Maryanne pulled out slowly; my come oozed out, running down to her clit, making a mess of the pristine blanket. Maryanne took a step back, the camera still pointed at me, and snapped a few more shots, capturing my wetness glistening in the soft studio light. The sound of the shutter was the only thing that broke the silence, a constant reminder of the moment they had just shared.
I rolled over onto my back, the coolness of the silk a stark contrast to the heat of my body. I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm, my pussy pulsing with the echoes of pleasure. I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling.
Maryanne took a step back, her chest heaving with exertion. She set the camera aside, the moment of raw passion now captured in digital form. "Ellen," she said, her voice a gentle rumble, "Come take a look."
There was a folder, was labeled "For Ellen's Eyes Only." I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as I clicked it open. The images inside were raw, unfiltered. They showed every moment of our sexual encounter, from the first tentative touch to the final, explosive climax. Each shot was a testament to our shared passion, a story of desire and lust.
My gaze was drawn to one photo in particular, a close-up of my pussy, gaping and wet. My come was a stark white against my pink flesh, trickling out like a river of sin. The sight of it made my stomach clench, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. I had never seen myself like this before, so open, so ... used. But there was something undeniably erotic about it, a sense of power that I hadn't known existed within me.
"Maryanne," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can I thank you for these?"
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