[m/f] Playgirl Magazine Photoshoot PART 2

Hey everyone, thanks for the PM’s. You can see the first part here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4chtz4/mf_playgirl_magazine_photoshoot/

I’ll pick up right where I left off;

Dayna and I were in my kitchen and I had just shown her the email. We talked about it for a few minutes, she was smiling…I couldn’t tell if she was just as nervous and shy as I was at that moment in time.

“You should do it!” she said encouragingly, half laughing as she punched me softly in the shoulder. “Then I can blackmail you when you’re famous.”

“Who says you’re gonna get a copy of the magazine?” I shot back with a grin. It was really hard for me to maintain my composure. My knees were shaking. I was so turned on and excited that we were even talking about it, let alone the possibility that my fantasy was about to become a reality.

“Well I have a camera…” Dayna said, her eyes casting toward the ground. She looked back up at me, almost hesitant. “I mean, I could do it…if you want?”

“Be my photographer?” I choked out. She nodded. I was about to agree when we heard the front door close. It was like the scene out of a movie. My roommate had just come back from home. He had a bag full of his clothes and other belongings under his arm.

“Hey guys,” he said casually. “I need a fucking BEER.” he snatched one of Dayna’s beers off the counter, opened it and proceeded to talk about his uneventful drive back to college for the next 15 minutes.

Dayna and I exchanged glances. The moment was clearly over. Dayna excused herself, giving a very obvious “I have to work early tomorrow” excuse. I couldn’t read the tone of her voice, and I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was relieved. I was so worried that she might not like the way I look, or I might say something weird or do something weird…I had never been naked in front of a camera before. At least, with anybody else but myself behind the lens. I went to bed.

The next day I went to work as usual, with a gym session following. I was still jittery from last night. I had a half-assed workout and went home early. When I got home I showered and when I returned to my room for a change of clothes, I saw Dayna had texted me.

“Wanna hang out tonight?” was all it read. I agreed and half-debated what I should wear. Would she bring it up? of course she would bring it up. Why wouldn’t she. We had talked about it, hadn’t we? It wasn’t a dream. I threw on some clothes and drove over to her apartment. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and heard her shout from inside, “it’s open!” When I stepped inside, she was standing in the living room. The curtains were drawn, even though it was just now turning sunset. She was fiddling with a digital SLR camera in her hands. I closed the door behind me and walked up to her.

“What’s that?” I asked dumbly. She looked up and smiled.
“It’s a camera. We’re gonna do the photoshoot, aren’ we?” she winked. My mouth was dry. This was it, it was happening.

“Uh..yeah, sure,” I agreed. She crossed the room and scooped up a magazine from her coffee table. It was a Playgirl.

“I’ve never read a Playgirl,” she gushed. “I mean, I guess I didn’t realize that the guys were…” she cast her eyes down to the floor. This time it was her that was shy. This was my territory, now.

“Naked?” I concluded. She thumbed through the magazine and rested on a page depicting a male model, completely naked, laid out on a bed amidst a slew of bedsheets. One hand was around his hard member.

“I like this shot,” Dayna tried to say as professionally as she could. She looked up at me.
“…What do you think?”

“I think that’s good,” I replied. “So….how do we start, miss photographer?”

That seemed to catch her off guard, but she smirked. She set the magazine down, moved the coffee table out of the way and positioned herself opposite of me. I was standing in front of a grey loveseat, one of the few furniture pieces in the room.

“Let’s….start with your shirt off,” she said, her breath seemingly caught in her chest. This was it. My whole body was tingling. I half-imagined my roommate kicking in the door at that minute. But Dayna lived alone, and wasn’t expecting anybody but me tonight. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I stood in front of her, my legs parted slightly, tucking my thumbs into the front of the my pants. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t flexing as I stood there as casually as I could. Dayna lifted the lens to her eye and clicked the shutter. The camera snapped and I almost felt a wave of relief rush over me. I was now more excited than nervous. This was going to be fun. And really hot.

“Back up toward the couch, just a little more,” Dayna ordered, snapping a couple more photos. She adjusted her height slightly, trying to make it look like she knew what she was doing. I could practically hear her heart pound from across the room.

She snapped more photos as the back of my calves touched the couch. My thumbs were dug into my pants. I tried to give the a camera a sexy, confident look like you see on those ads for Men’s cologne. Dayna ate it up.

“Okay, unbutton your pants a little….” she instructed. I slowly started to undo my pants. I had worn grey boxer briefs underneath. All I had were athletic-style because I liked the way they didn’t ride up when I was running on a treadmill. They complimented me nicely.
“A little more,” Dayna said, beckoning for me to undo the last button on my pants. My pants loosened and I held them just in my finger tips. My heart was pounding in my chest. Sweat had started to roll down my back.

Dayna took a few more snapshots, one from the front and a couple from the side. She took some low-angles, crouching down below me. Her eyes were fluttering behind the camera. She was sweating too.

“Okay, drop your pants,” she said, and I heard a crack in her voice. She was so turned on she couldn’t even talk straight. I knew this, and I grinned, dropping my pants. My cock had swelled a little in my briefs. Not entirely, but it provided me a nice bulge.

“Sit back on the couch,” Dayna ordered. I complied, sitting next to the armrest.
“Put one hand on the arm rest, and the other, uh…” Dayna beckoned toward my crotch.

“Like this?” I asked softy, running my hand over the bulge.

“Mhm,” she said quickly, snapping more photos. She took more angled shots.
“Get up on your knees,” she said quickly. I readjusted myself on the couch.

“….Take off the briefs?” I asked. She nodded, only a small portion of her face behind the camera revealed. I saw her bite her bottom lip and run her tongue over it subconsciously.

“Slowly,” she instructed as I went to pull my briefs off. “Not all the way at first. One hand…so it’s not easy,” she winked. I grinned and tugged at them. I kept my pubic hair very trimmed, as the edge of my briefs had just started to reveal. Dayna snapped more photos as I slowly tugged the briefs down. I could barely resist. I ran my other hand over my flat stomach and tilted my head back, making it look as though I were moaning in pleasure.

“Yeah, close your eyes. Show me the face you make when a girl is riding you,” Dayna replied, snapping more photos. I tugged my briefs until my thumb rubbed against the base of my shaft. Sweat was rolling down my back and chest and arms. It wasn’t hot in her apartment but we were making it a sauna.

Dayna had stopped taking photos. I opened my eyes and looked. She was leafing through her closet across the room.

“What are you doing?” I asked, half panting. Dayna pulled a cowboy hat from the closet. I should have known. She had grown up on a farm, and always had a thing for cowboys.

“Put this on,” she tossed it to me. “And meet me in the bedroom.” She made her way into the back room and left me a little confused. I put the cowboy hat on my head and followed her in.

“Get on the bed,” she instructed, hoisting the camera up to her chest. “And keep the hat on.”

I looked at her, grinned, and started to climb on the bed.

“Wait,” she called. I paused.

“Take the briefs off.”

“All the way?”

“Yeah.”

I had my back to Dayna. She had a large, king size bed. Who knows why. I pulled the briefs down and let them slide to the floor. I heard her snap a photo.

“Wow,” she said softly. “…I’m sorry, I mean….you just…have a great ass.”

“Thanks,” I half laughed, climbing onto the bed. I made sure she couldn’t see my semi-erect cock yet. I pulled a bit of bedsheet up against myself, sitting on my knees on the bed in front of her. Dayna stood poised at the foot of the bed, camera at the ready.

“Show me how you fuck a girl,” Dayna said softly, her eyes roaming over my hulking, sweaty, nude frame. “..do it slowly.” She beckoned toward the wad of white bedsheet I held in a grip in my hand, in front of my crotch. The smooth bedsheet was freshly washed, and impossibly soft. It felt fantastic against my swelling penis.

I held the wad of bedsheet in front of me, sitting on my knees with my free hand running along my naked chest and stomach, rocking my hips back and forth slowly. I felt the throbbing in my cock and the tingle in my skin. I was so horny I could barely think straight.

“Sit back against the bed…cover yourself with the cowboy hat,” Dayna panted, snapping more photos. I plucked the cowboy hat from my head, watching Dayna as she watched me. I placed the hat in front of myself, not revealing myself just yet, and let go of the bedsheet. Dayna wet her lips with her tongue. She gestured toward the head rest.

“Up…uh…up against the headrest,” she said. Her arms were shaking. She was sweating. The camera was still in her hands and she tried to cover by returning the camera in front of her face. I sat with my back against the head rest, running my hands over my nude body, covered only with a leather cowboy hat. I was so hard at this point, that my cock was throbbing…but I couldn’t stop to stroke it. Not until Dayna had instructed me.

“Take the cowboy hat off,” she said, almost too quickly, after snapping a few photos. “Let’s uh..”

I swallowed hard, and plucked the cowboy hat off my crotch. I tossed it across the room. Dayna’s eyes lit up, I watched her face the whole time. I’m not hung by any means, but I could tell she wasn’t expecting to see my penis hard as a diamond underneath the hat. She stared for just a second, before regaining her composure and getting back behind the lens. Sweat was rolling down my brow and my body. I could see sweat glisten from her forehead across the room.

“Put..uh…” she stammered.
“My hand around it?” I asked softly, almost grateful. I gripped it softly at the base and started stroking slowly in front of her. She cleared her throat. Her mouth was dry. She took more photos.

“How’s that feel?” she asked finally.

“Really good,” I replied, stifling a moan.

“…Stand up,” she ordered suddenly. “Put your hands against the wall.”

I did as she ordered, standing up with my back facing her. I put both hands against the wall as though I were about to receive a pat-down. I heard her snap a few more photos, then I heard her set the camera down. I didn’t move. I didn’t know what to say. She climbed onto the bed behind me, running her hands over the small of my back.

“I just….had to get another shot of that butt,” she breathed in my ear. I chuckled slightly, but then gasped when her hands reached around to softly grasp my throbbing cock.

“You think Playgirl wants a money shot?” she continued. “Or maybe they’d just wanna see me covered in it…?” I turned my head slightly, and she kissed me on the cheek. I turned to face her and she stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her hand readjusted around my cock and started stroking me softly. We were both covered in sweat. I couldn’t rip her clothes off fast enough.

And by rip, I pulled her shirt up over her head..it was stuck on something and I pulled it until I heard a rip and the fabric gave way. Her tongue was probing my mouth and she tugged harder on my cock. I undid her pants and bra. I grabbed her ass. Oh my god her ass had gotten bigger! Dayna had always had a nice ass but it had somehow become even more plump than before. I squeezed it as though to make it pop and then ripped her panties off. Dayna gasped.

I pulled her into my arms and lowered her onto the bed. Sweat was rolling down her breasts and she looked up at me with hesitant, questioning eyes. She bit her lower lip and panted out,
“fuck me.”

I flipped her over…I had to have that ass of hers. It was even more plump looking at it dead-on. I was standing off the side of the bed, with her folded over it in front of me. I stood between her legs and parted them with my own. She reached down and gripped my cock in her hand, and slid it into her wet pussy.

I felt her body clench and tighten around me. I started thrusting. She moaned wildly. I gripped her ass as though I would fall off and thrust harder. She screamed in pleasure. I moaned in sync with her.

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she yelped, burying her face in the bedsheets. I pumped in and out, each thrust seemingly going deeper than the last. I slapped her butt cheek and watched it jiggle. What a workout! I was panting like I was running a marathon!

Dayna was howling in pleasure. I felt her body begin to tighten.

“YES YES YES!” She cried. I felt her pussy tighten. She was coming. Without thinking I pulled out of her just in time to spray her back with cum. My knees buckled. I was still cumming. I could barely stand. I fell back against the wall, hot semen running down the base of my shaft. My body drenched in sweat. Dayna sprawled out on the bed as though the both of us had just run an ironman. I collapsed on the floor….but when I came to, I was lying on the bed, naked, next to her. Somehow I had crawled across the room and pulled myself onto the bed.

Dayna’s eyes fluttered. We had been asleep for hours.
She looked at me, and littered my neck and check with small, dainty kisses.

“How’s THAT for a photoshoot?” she smiled wickedly.

——

Dayna and I dated for the rest of the college, but wound up going our separate ways again, after graduation. I still keep in touch with her on Facebook. She’s seeing somebody else, but she’s happy. Every once in a great while I’ll drop a joke about going back into the world of modeling. She said she’s up for another photoshoot if she’s available in the future.

Thanks for reading! If there’s enough of an interest, I’ll be sure to post more of my sexual encounters here in the future.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cid5x/mf_playgirl_magazine_photoshoot_part_2