Another cosplay session in front of the camera [FM]

Ever since my convention meet with an amateur photographer a couple of months back (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ec8yg/maid_to_pose_in_cosplay_fm/), we’ve continued to speak occasionally online – initially to send me edited versions of the pictures he’d taken, but conversation also turned to whether I’d thought of doing more similar modelling for other interested parties. Although reluctant at first, eventually my curiosity was piqued, and he shared some tips and thoughts as well as pointing me in the direction of people who might be interested.

After a number of chats with photographers that went nowhere, or I simply felt uncomfortable with, eventually I struck up an interesting discussion with a keen semi-pro photographer. In his late 50s, he was very interested in my love of cosplay, and had some really great photos from various other shoots that he’d done. Having hit it off and clearly having similar ideas and desires, we spent some time chatting about what kind of photos he’d be interested in, laying out how a shoot might go and all of the other things that need to be arranged and agreed. There was quite a lot to arrange and do before we were both in a position where we were ready and able to meet, but eventually I ran out of reasons to delay and had to make a decision about whether I wanted to take the plunge. Nervous but excited, I went for it and we agreed a date to meet for a photo shoot.

Yesterday, I woke early with butterflies in my stomach, showered and changed into a loose-fitting sweater and pants, and double-checked that the bag I’d packed the night before had the two outfits I’d agreed to bring neatly contained within. After a light breakfast, I headed to the train station and endured a nervy two-hour journey out to the photographer’s home, trying but failing to distract myself with books and music. Arriving at the station, a quick check on Google Maps suggested it wasn’t too far a walk to the house, so given that I had time to spare I opted for the walk to calm my nerves and the adrenaline coursing through me. Although I walked slowly, it seemed like I arrived in no time at all at a pretty large, modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac. Taking some deep breaths after checking my watch that I wasn’t too early, I rang the doorbell.

The photographer answered the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and looked just like his photos – stocky, but quite muscular, with a shaved but balding head and deep-set features and with tattoos on both arms. He looked like the kind of person you’d expect to be loud and perpetually angry, but it was a kind voice that invited me in as he cracked a grin.

We made small talk as he invited me into his living room – a large room with a huge leather sofa that he’d already setup as a studio of sorts for our shoot, with camera, tripods and lighting already in place around the room and a mess of cables snaking across the floor here and there. He apologised for the mess as he offered me a seat and a drink, and the small talk continued half-shouted from his kitchen until he’d finished making coffee for both of us.

While our drinks cooled we “got down to business” – I showed him my ID, we both produced forms showing that we had a clean bill of sexual health, and then he produced some long-winded contracts for us both to sign with additional copies to keep showing that the photos being taken were not to be shared and for private use only and so on. He found it amusing how I frequently, nervously apologised for taking so long to read the documents, telling me not to worry and take as long as I needed to process everything that was written on the contracts before finally being ready to sign them. I was so thorough in checking every word that my coffee was luke-warm when I finally reached for it, quickly gulping it down as I noted out of the corner of my eye that he’d already finished his while he was waiting.

Finally, with all of that done came the part of the transaction that felt the weirdest to me, as he transferred the money I was being paid for the photo shoot into my bank account and waited while I checked that it had gone through. While part of me felt some guilt that I was being paid for what was to come, it was also thrilling – a man was paying to enjoy me and my cosplay! Even a day later I still have complex feelings about it, but I can’t forget the surge of excitement that came from the whole thing.

The pre-amble over, he clapped his hands with another grin. “Right, this is the fun part now!” he exclaimed, eyeing the bag I had with me and giving me directions to the spare bedroom where I could go and change. With a slightly bashful nod, I got up, took my bag and headed up the stairs, almost getting lost despite his directions before finding the room and closing the door. He’d chosen one of my long-standing favourites as the outfit he most wanted to photograph me in, so I changed as quickly as I could into my Sayaka from Madoka Magica outfit with its white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories.

After finding a mirror to check myself on the landing to ensure everything looked just right, I headed downstairs to find him waiting in the living room. He almost drowned me in compliments about how good I looked as he walked around and looked me up and down from different angles, before walking over to the table on the far side of the room and grabbing his hefty-looking camera. The first parts of the shoot were simple – to begin he asked me to make some in-character poses like I might at a convention, moving and snapping away while he did so, then he took on directing my poses as I stood in the room, then sat and laid out on the large sofa in various different positions. Every time the pictures got a little more raunchy, he stopped to check whether I was okay with it – when the gaze as the camera started to peek up my skirt, or when I was asked to lift my skirt for the camera. Eventually the top of my outfit was pulled down at his request, and then a series of shots followed as my knickers came down and off before I posed for him with legs spread wide, which prompted a grin and a comment that it looked like I was enjoying the shoot already – clearly I was already wetter than I’d realised.

Eventually he smiled again and said “right, no more directions from me now. Just make yourself comfortable and play with yourself however you want… don’t worry about the camera, pretend I’m not here”. This is easier said than done of course – I made myself comfortable as I laid out on the sofa, removed the glove from my right hand, and shut my eyes as I reached down to touch my wetness for the first time. I struggled initially to take my mind off the constant shutter sounds snapping away around me, and even though I’d done this kind of thing before I felt an additional pressure on me for the pictures to “look good”. Perhaps the photographer was aware of this, as I noticed that the shutter sounds had stopped, which in turn let me focus a little better on myself. They definitely started again at some stage but by that point I was no longer thinking about it as I’d become lost in my own pleasure – I’d found a rhythm and was simply seeking release as I rubbed and strummed my clit, occasionally stopping to dip two fingers into my wetness for a while before return to redouble my efforts on my clit. I’m not even sure how quickly I came – it felt fast – but cum I definitely did, while the photographer saved his cooing compliments until I’d come down from my orgasm and opened my eyes again to see him standing over me with his camera, face flushed.

“I think I got some amazing pictures, that was really perfect” he enthused. “Do you need a break, or ready to carry on?” he asked, already fiddling with attaching his camera to a tripod. “Definitely carry on” I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically as I heard him chuckle in response. “Great… give me a few minutes to set some things up” he muttered, attaching cables to the camera and adjusting the tripod as I lay there watching for a few minutes.

All of the equipment set up, he asked “Are you okay if I undress now?” I nodded, watching from the sofa as he stripped off his t-shirt to reveal that somewhat muscular torso, before pulling down his jeans and boxers and dispensing with his socks as his average sized erection stood proud while he wandered over to pick up what I soon found was a remote trigger for the camera before moving over to me. “You definitely ready for this bit?” he asked, to which I told him I was. “You do look it” he joked as he clambered onto the sofa, moving up between my legs. He spent some time looking from me to the camera and back again, while positioning my legs and asking me to move this way and that on the sofa, to the point where I was almost getting impatient as he hopped up to move the camera and tripod a couple of times until he got his perfect shot.

“Finally got it”, he exclaimed after moving and positioning my legs some more to not obscure the shot. “Still ready?” I nodded again, as he knelt on the sofa stroking his cock back to full hardness. He then slid a hand up the inside of my thigh above my stocking and touched my pussy for the first time, leaving me breathing harder as his thumb rolled across my clit for a while before he slipped a finger inside me and moved it in and out for a while. Satisfied I was indeed ready, he asked “I’m just going to slip inside you now – that okay?” Yet again, I nodded, and he shuffled into position and I felt him press against my entrance before very slowly sliding into me, inch by inch. The shutter snapped time and again as he inched into me, capturing my expression as a new cock filled me for the first time this year.

He snapped a couple more shots as he stayed buried in me, then ask if he could start moving a little. “Please” was my response, and I heard more clicks as he pulled out of me most of the way, before slipping slowly back in again. He soon fucked me slowly but rhythmically for a few moments, before stopping to take more photos, telling me how good it’ll look with his cock glistening with my juices. He then went back to fucking me a little more quickly now, occasionally slowing or stopping if my leg moved into an inconvenient position for the camera, still snapping photos and commenting on how great my expression looked. I wanted to look for myself, but had to resist the urge to look at the camera (he’d specifically asked me to forget it was there) and instead focused on the enjoyable feeling of a cock thrusting in me.

After a couple of minutes he stopped again. “Would you mind if I move the camera behind us to film some video? I really like close-up footage of fucking like that, and it won’t show our faces either”. “Uh-huh” I agreed, slightly breathlessly, trying not to be disappointed as he pulled out of me and went to set up the camera again while asking me to stay where I was. Another round of fiddling over, he pushed a few buttons on the camera and then returned to the sofa and me. Moving back between my legs he leaned over me before reaching down and positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy, slipping easily inside once again. The fucking continued to be slow and deliberate to start, as he moved slowly in and out of me, no doubt to try and capture some good footage. Slowly though he sped up, fucking me more rapidly while I held my legs aloft to coax him deeper into me. I was soon moaning and panting under him, all the more turned on by wondering how his cock looked sliding in and out of my wetness on video. Slowing down then stopping, he asked “Should I carry on? It sounds like you’re enjoying this…” I told him I was, to which he simply asked “Want it harder?” “Yes please” was my polite response, which saw him resume fucking me but quickly pick up the pace and intensity. Eventually he was thrusting slow but hard and deep against me, his body slapping against mine as I moaned louder. I lost track of how long that went on for, but I remember not answering when he asked “Are you going to cum soon?” as I was lost in the moment… I was getting closer but still not quite there as he spoke again “I’m going to cum… should I stop?” There was more we’d originally planned to shoot while I wore this outfit, but caught up in the moment that was the last thing on my mind. “Don’t stop” I panted, and he didn’t, fucking me faster but not quite so hard as I continued to moan beneath him. “I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum in your pussy” he warned, gasping himself before almost roaring gruffly as he did just that and I felt the first jet of his cum ejaculate deep in my pussy as he pressed against me. He pulled out slightly after what must have been the second rope of cum, meaning that once he was finished and pulled down I could feel cum dribbling down out of me. After a brief moment to compose himself, he rushed up to grab the camera from the tripod, stopping the video and instead switching back to take photos of my laying there, sweaty and flushed, with my pussy engorged and wet as his semen seeped from it.

As I scrambled up off the sofa, he apologised for not lasting longer or getting all the photos we’d planned, but complimented me on some great shots and a fun shag into the bargain. He suggested a take a shower before changing into my second outfit, so I took my knickers from the floor, pulled up the top of my cosplay, and headed upstairs to undress and shower. That done, I returned to the spare room and find my second Madoka Magica outfit for the day – Mami, featuring a white blouse and brown corset/dress with black hold-up stockings and a black lace thong underneath.

Returning downstairs the photographer was still naked, proffering a coffee before telling me to relax while he took a quick shower himself, although not before showering me with more comments about my next outfit. He also handed me his laptop before he left, which he’d already downloaded the photos and video he’d taken to, leaving me to browse them while he was gone. If that was a ploy to keep me horny for the remainder of the photo shoot it worked, I was wet again in no time while looking through the photos of me masturbating and fucking as Sayaka, and leaning in close to the laptop screen to peer at my spread legs and white thigh-high stockings and the wet pussy being fucked on video between them. It’s probably vain to get wet from your own photos, but if so then I guess I’m a vain person as I was decidedly worked up by the time the photographer returned, dressed again, to drink his coffee alongside me while peppering me with questions about the shoot so far. Just like last time, he was the first to finish his drink, excusing himself as he went to move all of his camera equipment up to the bedroom where he wanted to shoot me with this outfit.

I watched half-heartedly as he moved things upstairs piece by piece, then with my coffee finished I followed him to a bedroom dominated by a king- sized bed with neutral grey blanket spread over it, while the cushions had all been moved to the floor and equipment was now set up around the room. I was a little confused and even alarmed when he asked me to man the camera while he laid out on the bed – I was paranoid I’d break something – but he talked me through moving the camera so that he was in shot the way he wanted. He then asked me to kneel on the bed in a certain position, and checked the camera some more before giving me a thumbs-up. As time was starting to run short, I only posed for a minimal few photos of me fully dressed in the outfit sprawling out on the bed in various ways and flashing my underwear, before he came and laid back on the bed as he had been previously – now with remote trigger in hand – before inviting me to remove my underwear and straddle his face. This I duly did, first facing away from the camera as I felt his hands on the outside of my legs lowering me down until his tongue pressed against my pussy. I gasped and then sighed as I felt his tongue and mouth exploring me, punctuated by only the occasional sound of the camera going off. He then asked me to turn to face the camera before he continued to pleasure my pussy and clit with his mouth, now capturing the response on my face as my wetness and arousal increased. After a while, he asked if I could remove my skirt – now, you could see his tongue working on me as he snapped away. Finally, we moved so that I could lay on the bed while he knelt on the floor between my legs – he admitted this wasn’t so good for photos, but that he felt I deserved another orgasm at this point. He duly delivered on his, licking and sucking on my clit until I cried out and my legs quivered as I came.

The original plan at this point was for me to return the favour for the final photos of the shoot, but instead he gave me an option – to stick to the original plan, or to fuck until I was ready to cum and maybe get some more photos in the process. Still turned on, I couldn’t help but choose the latter, and so he returned to laying on the bed after stripping off for the second time that day. Stroking himself to full hardness again, I then returned to the bed myself and straddled him – this time positioning myself over his cock while facing the camera. Taking his cock in my hand, I guided him inside me while he snapped pictures with the remote trigger, and began to grind and move on him while he continued to snap away.

After a spell of moving and bouncing on him, we switched things up slightly – I planted me feet either side of him, ensuring my legs were spread lewdly towards the camera as I slid my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. I found it hard to balance and move for long in this position, so he asked me to stop moving so that he could “do the hard work” as he put it, thrusting up at me to fuck me. This worked much better for me, and as I moved my body slightly I found the perfect, most pleasurable angle for his cock inside me. My breathing was soon more ragged and my moans louder, tipping him off that Was enjoying this position, and before I knew it he was fucking me hard, pistoning against me as our bodies slapped together once more. This time though he had more stamina having already cum once today, and he fucked me relentlessly until I was moaning almost uncontrollably, before yelling (probably too loud) “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum” before doing exactly that, crying out as he continued fucking me until I couldn’t take any more and fell/rolled off onto the bed beside him.

After a brief moment of recovery, I found myself on all fours, face down and backside in the air as he resumed fucking me, this time from behind. Gripping my hips tightly he fucked me perhaps as hard as I’ve ever been, and before even coming down from my previous orgasm I was overwhelmed by the stimulation, practically screaming this time from as I came even more intensely and unexpectedly. I had to pull away again as it simply became too much, and it took a minute to recover my breath and ability to speak before we could continue.

By the time I had recovered he’d taken the camera from the tripod, and invited me over to kneel before him and take his cock into my mouth. Still wet from its encounter with my pussy I could taste myself above all else as I went to work sucking on him while his camera captured my efforts – I was flagging now and it felt like an eternity before he warned me he was going to cum, and a minute or so later I felt my mouth filling with his hot sperm. I held it in my mouth for a brief moment while he snapped some final pictures, then swallowed it. Excusing myself, I went to rinse my mouth out, freshening up quickly but forgoing the shower he’d suggested.

Although I still had a little time before my train home I was paranoid about missing it, and thus rushed off to the spare room to change back into the clothes I’d arrived in, throwing my cosplay outfits into my bag more haphazardly than I maybe should. Although I was planning to walk again – which I wasn’t looking forward to as my legs were still a little wobbly – he thankfully gave me a lift to the station, giving me a goodbye peck on the cheek before I got out, promising to send me the edited photos soon, and hoping that I’d come over for another photo shoot with him again some time.

24 hours later, I feel a little weird about the whole thing and the transactional nature of it all, but I can’t pretend that I didn’t have a good time, so I’m still thinking about whether to pursue more opportunities like this in the future. For now though, I have more money in my cosplay and holiday fund at least!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7wt605/another_cosplay_session_in_front_of_the_camera_fm