Nude Photoshoot [OC][MF]

I knew Ava from my freshman year of college. We got along well because we shared a love of anime and old science fiction movies. Admittedly, she was a little more open about her love of nerd-culture, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma of, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. Even though I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd in school, youthful naivity kept my love of all things nerdy closeted. I had an irrational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because I didn’t know anybody else like me.

When it was time to leave for college, I finally felt free to express myself when I met several like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan and fit, with jet-black hair chopped at the shoulders. She had a pair of thick, wide hips with an ass and a pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the nerd-crowd and as a result, didn’t get the recognition she deserved and did not understand how hot she was. Come college-time, she had become full-figured gorgeous. Likewise, despite my sports career, I was equally shy and never hit it off with the ladies, let alone the ‘in-crowd’, and the two of us bonded over our awkwardness. When we first met freshman year of college, we dated for a few months before breaking up and going our separate ways. It was mutual.

Fast forward to two years later. I was living in a house off-campus and Ava doing the same, on the other side of town in an apartment complex. We were going into our junior year of college and had maintained a steady friendship through mutual friends. It was the tail end of summer and I was working as a stock-boy at the local department store, trying desperately to save money for the upcoming school year. While I had an academic scholarship, I always needed money for rent, and of course, beer. I had spent so much time working that I hadn’t noticed Ava was spending the summer in town. I had just finished loading a truck and noticed she was crossing the parking lot behind our store, loaded up with some groceries.

“Hey Ava!” I called. She looked up as she was loading bags into her car. She waved and I met her halfway across the lot. She didn’t say anything at first, which I found odd until I noticed she was checking me out. I had spent the summer lifting heavy crates and boxes, loading trucks and working out at the gym in my free time. I had gotten pretty built. It was always hot in the back of the store loading trucks, so I was just wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt. It had long since began to stick to me, which I hadn’t noticed until I saw Ava’s eyes wash over me.

She had stayed active herself, attending yoga classes and jogging in her spare time. She worked at the local video game store, but having no extra money, I never went there to see if she was working.

“Hey,” she smiled warmly. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Yeah, I’ve been here all summer,” I replied. We talked for another couple minutes and decided to meet up later that night for a beer at my place.

Now, I don’t know when, how or why I started to feel this way, but for at least since high school – I had a secret desire to be a stripper, or a nude model. The thought of tearing my clothes off into a sea of screaming women makes my heart skip a beat every time I think about it. In the same vein as many guys wishing they could be an action hero, or part of a heist. Despite me being a ‘jock’, I was actually always very shy and didn’t have a lot of girlfriends in high school or college…let alone anyone that I ever felt comfortable enough talking about my secret desire to be an exhibitionist. In the past, I had been tempted to go to male amateur nights at a strip club the next town over, but once again, I was afraid somebody I knew would see me. It was a surreal experience that held me back.

Then I heard that Playgirl magazine took amateur submissions. My heart skipped another beat. I could submit photos to them! The thought of photos of my naked physique for submission to a magazine geared toward women was an even bigger turn-on (even though I understand women aren’t the primary audience…at least, anymore). A couple weeks prior to my run-in with Ava, I had taken a few naked photos of myself with my crappy webcam, filled out Playgirl’s online submission form, and emailed everything off. I hadn’t thought of it since.

That night, Ava came over with a six-pack of beer. We hung out in my kitchen, got to drinking and catching up on what we had been up to that summer. Our conversation was predictable; we hadn’t done a whole lot except work to save up money. All the same, it was nice to have company, as my roommates had all gone home to their families for the summer. If I were being honest, it was a little lonely. I hadn’t seen Ava in a while, and her nerdiness, bright smile and personality shined through all the time we had spent apart.

I’d be lying if I said I missed dating her. She was a lot of fun. We had never done anything more than make-out (as I was too shy to do much else) but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t pictured her naked in my mind…especially now, considering I was more experienced sexually and we were both getting a decent buzz.
I was on my fifth beer, Ava on her fourth, when my phone vibrated. I thought it was a text message so I checked it and discovered I had received an email. It was from Playgirl. My heart was in my throat. Ava noticed the expression on my face and asked what was up. I looked at her and didn’t know what to say. My sober mind was screaming to play it off like it was nothing, but my drunkenness took the lead and I blurted out, “It’s from Playgirl Magazine.”

Ava laughed, thinking I was kidding, until I showed her the message. Funny enough, it was actually a rejection notice. While I had gotten pretty fit during the summer, I was nowhere near centerfold material. However, they did point out that I would be *“great for their Real-Men Section”,* which was the section devoted to amateur models. Each model featured received a cash reward of $500. In order to compete, they asked for better quality photos to post in their magazine, but only if I were interested.

Ava laughed again, while her eyes did a quick scan of my body.

“Well are you gonna do it?” She asked candidly.

I didn’t know what to say. My heart was still in my throat. It was evident this was a turn-on for her, but I had never shared my exhibitionist fetish with anyone.

“I don’t know,” I said awkwardly. “…I need to take better photos to submit. I…don’t think they’re looking for selfies.”

For a moment, we stood in silence. Ava was leaning against the counter, opposite of me. I saw her hand gripping the edge of the countertop nervously.

“You should do it!” she chuckled 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?” 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. Then there was another brief, albeit awkward, pause.

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

“…Be my photographer?” I choked out. She nodded in response. I was about to agree when we heard the front door close. It was comedic timing, like a scene out of a movie. My roommate, Jared, 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.”* Without asking, he snatched one of Ava’s bottles off the counter, opened it and proceeded to talk about his wildly uneventful drive back into town for the next 15 minutes.

Ava and I exchanged glances. The moment was clearly over. She 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 she might not like the way I look, or I might say something weird or do something awkward…like most people, I had never been naked in front of a camera before. At least, with anybody else but myself behind the lens. Mildly disappointed with the evening, I went to bed.

The next day I went to work as usual, with a gym session following after. I was still jittery from last night. I had a half-assed workout and went home early. I felt frustrated, and anxious. Jared was snoring loudly in his bedroom, still asleep well into the afternoon. It wasn’t his fault, but part of me blamed him for ruining the moment. I showered and returned to my bedroom for a change of clothes, then on my phone I saw Ava had sent me a text: “Wanna hang out tonight?”

I texted her 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, I scolded myself. We had talked about it, hadn’t we? It wasn’t a dream. Before I could overthink this any further, I threw on some clothes and drove to her apartment. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and heard her shout, “It’s open!” When I stepped inside, she was standing in the living room. The curtains were drawn, with just a thin line of sunlight filtering through. 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’t 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. “You should’ve seen the look people gave me at the store…I mean, I guess I didn’t realize… that the guys were…” she cast her eyes down to the floor, almost embarrassed. This time it was her that was shy and at a loss for words.

This was my territory, now.

“Naked?” I concluded. She thumbed through the magazine and rested on a page depicting a male model, completely nude, laid out on a bed amid a slew of silk bedsheet. One hand was wrapped around his large, erect member.

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

“I think that’s good,” I replied, doing my best to conceal my nervousness. “So….how do we start, miss photographer?”

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

“Let’s….start with your shirt off,” she said, her breath seemingly caught in her chest, as though she were shocked to hear herself say it. This was it… my whole body was tingling. I half-imagined Jared kicking in the door at that moment, in a comic fashion to ruin our evening again. But Ava lived alone, and wasn’t expecting anyone else 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 my pants. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t flexing as I stood there, as casually as I could. Ava lifted the lens to her eye and clicked the shutter. The camera snapped and I almost felt a wave of relief. We had crossed a threshold…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,” Ava ordered, snapping a couple more photos. She crouched and bent down with her angles, trying to make it look like she knew what she was doing, but I knew she was feeling butterflies in her stomach just like I was. I could practically hear her heart pound from across the room.

The click of the camera became an ambient melody that filled the room. My thumbs were dug deep into my pants, as my calves balanced me against the back of the couch. I tried to give the camera a sexy, confident look like you see on those magazine ads for Men’s cologne. Ava ate it up.

“Okay, unbutton your pants a little….” she instructed. I slowly started to undo my pants to reveal grey boxer briefs, cut athletic-style to contour my thighs and butt, I liked them for their soft feel when I worked out.

“A little more,” Ava 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. She had never seen me even with my shirt off, let alone in my underwear with an obvious bulge in the front. Each passing moment filling me with desire just beneath the thin fabric. Sweat had started to trickle down my back, and I imagined her eyes fixated on my package as it grew, protesting softly against the briefs.

Ava 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 also sweating.

“Okay, drop your pants,” she said, with an audible crack in her voice…she was fighting to maintain her composure. I grinned, smug in my own satisfaction, and dropped my pants the rest of the way. My cock had swelled in my briefs, providing a sizable bulge.

“Sit… back on the couch…” Ava ordered. I complied, sitting next to the armrest.

“Put one hand on the arm rest, and the other, uh…” she beckoned toward my crotch.

“Like this?” I asked softy, running my hand over the bulge. Even the lightest brush of my hand felt amazing.

“Mhm,” she said quickly, proceeding to take more angled shots. “Get up on your knees,” she said quickly. I readjusted myself on the couch.

“….Take off the briefs?” I asked coyly.

I hadn’t entirely processed my own question when my hands were brushing against the elastic band of the briefs. Sweat was trickling down my back and my shyness had been replaced by nervous anticipation. The thought of baring all was as big a turn-on as this game of seduction. Only a small portion of Ava’s face was visible behind the lens, but I could see the anticipation was building within her as well, I watched her teeth bite her bottom lip.

*“Slowly,”* she instructed as I tugged the briefs off. “Not all the way at first. Use one hand…so it’s not easy,” she added with a wink. I grinned and pulled them down slowly. I kept my pubic hair trimmed, as the edge of my briefs had revealed. Ava snapped more photos as I tugged the underwear down. I could barely resist, it was all I could do to tease when I wanted to rip the fabric off my body and show her everything. 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,” Ava 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.

Ava ceased taking photos. I opened my eyes and observed her leafing through a closet across the room. “What are you doing?” I asked, practically panting. Ava 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. She had remarked before that I had the perfect body-type to play that role… I was too oblivious at the time to realize she was hitting on me, but whether she had ever anticipated something like this occurring as a result was pure speculation.

“Put this on,” she tossed it over. “And meet me in the bedroom.”

She walked into the next room. I put the cowboy hat on and followed her in.

“Get on the bed,” she instructed, lifting the camera to her chest. “And keep the hat on.” I looked at her and grinned, climbing on the bed. This had slowly transitioned from professional into fantasy and I was savoring every moment of it. Judging from the look on her face, I think she felt the same way. Ava observed my body flex and move as I climbed into position. There was a confident smirk on her face that abided her wandering eyes.

“Wait,” she called out, which made me pause. With only a hint of shyness in her voice, she cleared her throat and ordered, “…Take the briefs off.”

“All the way?”

“…If you’re comfortable wi– *I mean, yes.”*

I had my back to her. She had a large, king size bed with tan sheets. I pulled the briefs down and let them slide to the floor. I heard her gasp and the click of a shutter as she snapped a photo.

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

“Thanks,” I chuckled. I made sure she couldn’t see my cock, and pulled a bit of the bedsheet up against myself, as I sat on my knees before her. Ava stood poised at the foot of the bed, camera at the ready.

“Show me how you fuck a girl,” She said coyly, her eyes roaming over my hulking, sweaty, nude frame. “..and do it slowly.”

Her eyes rested on the wad of bedsheets concealing me. The smooth fabric was freshly washed, and impossibly soft. It felt fantastic against my swelling penis.

I held the sheet in place, sitting on my knees with my free hand running along my naked chest and stomach, rocking my hips back and forth rhythmically slow. I felt the throbbing in my cock and the familiar tingle in my skin like soft, passionate sex on a lazy summer afternoon. I imagined the bedsheet as a pair of hips in front of me, thinking about the smooth curve of a female body against my own. I envisioned their ass jiggling in rhythm with my thrusts, and her moan as she gripped the bedsheets in animalistic pleasure. My breathing became labored and I could feel sweat brimming my forehead. If I didn’t stop now I would surely cum, but I was so horny I could barely think straight, let alone stop.

“Sit back against the bed…cover yourself with the cowboy hat,” Ava broke me out of my trance, pausing to adjust her camera. I plucked the cowboy hat from my head, while she watched like a cat observing a mouse. I covered up with the hat, and let go of the bedsheet. Ava wet her lips and gestured toward the head of the bed.
“Up…uh…up against the headrest,” she ordered. Her arms were shaking ever so slightly, and her forehead glistened with moisture. I could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off her. Neither of us had ever done anything like this, and it was just an endurance contest at this point. She recovered by returning the camera to her face and repositioning. I sat with my back against the headrest, running my hands over my nude body, feeling the tip of my penis brush gently against the soft leather of the cowboy hat. I was so hard at this point, that my cock was throbbing…but I couldn’t stop and stroke it. At least, not until Ava had instructed me.

“…Can you do that thing where you hold the cowboy hat in place?” she chirped. “You know, with your…uh…” I was almost glad she asked. I could practically feel the heat from my hands on my throbbing member, all the way through the leather of the hat. An added bonus would be a trick to tip off that I was already hard.

“You mean like this?” I smirked, and released my hands. The cowboy hat remained firmly in place. I was so aroused at this point, nothing short of an explosive orgasm would calm me down…and that was something I was looking forward to. Ava almost looked in disbelief from the way her eyebrows lit up.

“Oh wow,” she laughed. “…Nice!” I placed my hands behind my head and stuck out my hips, letting the hat dangle off my member as she snapped more photos.

“This is great,” she added, moving to the side to get a better angle. Each click of the shutter was like a ticking clock toward me going full frontal. My cock was swelling with anticipation and I sensed her practically melting with desire. Any moment now would be my centerfold shot. Then, as if on cue, that moment arrived.
“Alright cowboy,” Ava remarked, her voice growing soft and vulnerable. “Do you….um…do you…want to do some…without the hat?”

I swallowed hard. This was it. As excited as I was to be completely naked in front of her, the reality of the situation had finally begun to sink in and after this there was no going back. Before this evening Ava had never even seen me with my shirt off, let alone stripped nude on her bed. It was a threshold you could only cross once.

“Sure…” I said as calmly as I could muster. With no more hesitation, I tossed the cowboy hat across the room. I watched Ava’s eyes light up. I’m not hung by any means, but I could tell she wasn’t prepared to see me 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.

“Sit down and put..uh…” she stammered.

“…My hand around it?” I asked softly, almost grateful. I gripped it softly at the base and began stroking slowly. She cleared her throat, her mouth was dry as cotton. She watched with a strange fascination as I rhythmically stroked my shaft, and I made a careful note to touch myself sensually with my free hand. She took more photos, each click of the shutter like a countdown to my orgasm. My member was throbbing and nearly twitching with the urge to cum, but there remained some work to do. Rubbing my hand up and down the hard shaft was a good start, though… it took all my willpower to keep a steady pace.

“How’s that feel?” Ava asked finally.

“Really good,” I moaned. With my cock in one hand, and my other running across my bare chest, to the click of Ava’s camera… I was in heaven. It was hard to stop, but when Ava gestured to me to change positions, I found myself obeying without hesitation.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she instructed. “I want you to reach out for the camera, like you were ‘caught’, and you’re trying to stop me…”

“…You’ve thought about this,” I panted at the oddly specific request, desperately wanting to put my hand back on my throbbing member.

“Well, if you’re gonna ask me to direct a shoot, of course I’ll have put some thought into it,” she cooed, tugging the camera away coyly as I reached for it. She took pictures intermittently. I rested on all fours, reaching out as my penis throbbed between my legs, begging to be stroked.

Finally, I rolled onto my back, legs parted, dripping with sweat. My hand instinctively curled around my cock and I resumed rubbing it slowly. With my free hand I tugged at my balls. The only thing I could think of was the sweet release of spraying my seed, but I knew Ava had other plans for me.

To my surprise, she climbed onto the bed and stood over me, raising the camera to her face. “Hold that pose,” she instructed, beckoning for my hand to stay wrapped around my cock. “You like how that feels?”

“…Yes…” I panted.

“Look up at me,” She ordered. “Stroke yourself slower…”

I slowed my rhythm and looked up at her with fluttering eyes. “…Like this?” I asked submissively.

“Just like that,” Ava smirked, and clicked the shutter a few times.

She set the camera down and admired me masturbating.

“See something you like?” I moaned. Ava sat down, camera in her lap, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. Her fingers danced along my thigh, marveling over my nude frame. Her eyes cast from my throbbing penis to my torso.

“A lot of people can’t be naked like this,” She mused, biting her lower lip. “Am I doing a good job as your photographer?”

“You’re an excellent photographer,” my thumb was rubbing my foreskin as I adjusted my grip, watching her watch me. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to join in or if she wanted to see me finish. Regardless, I was very close. Ava seemed to read my mind and her eyes went to my shaft. Maybe she was interested after all.

“Do you cum really hard?” she asked softly. I had jacked off while teasing myself for several minutes, much like this evening, so I knew I was going to explode. I only nodded in response.

“I’m kind of interested to see that,” she mused, rubbing my leg softly. “…can you…cum for me?”

“Yes ma’am,” I panted. Ava’s eyes watched my throbbing member twitch and writhe in anticipation. I moaned again and fondled my balls in my free hand, rolling them between my fingers. I thought about Ava’s nude body sprawled out before me, drenched in sweat. I thought about grabbing her by the hips and thrusting deep into her wet, dripping pussy and listening to her scream in ecstasy as she took every inch of my throbbing cock. I thought about cumming deep inside her, watching her body collapse in exhaustion onto the bed with my seed leaking out her round, plump ass. I thought about her thick hips and breasts and how satisfying it would be to completely envelope her. I wanted to make her mine, to completely own her, in every way imaginable.

My strokes had become shorter and faster, and Ava wet her lips in anticipation. I moaned again, this time loudly, as I passed that threshold and felt my body release.

My penis erupted with hot cum, shooting onto my stomach in orgasmic throbs, each one more satisfying than the last.

*“Oh, wow!”* Ava exclaimed.

I held my cock for as long as I could, my knees buckling as semen spilled onto my stomach. My whole body was engulfed in ecstasy, this was the best orgasm I ever had! Ava was completely fixated, staring with intense fascination at my cock as I emptied my seed.

When it was done and I lay on the bed, my cock relaxed with my seed strewn across my torso. Ava’s fingers ran my up leg, to fondle my ballsack. I felt a wave of relief wash over me like a rolling tide, and my eyes drifted shut.

“That was really hot…and satisfying,” she cooed, her soft fingers exploring my penis. “…do you have any left…*for me?*”

I opened my eyes just in time to see her face hovering over mine, a conniving smirk pulling at the edge of her lips. She leaned in and kissed me, softly at first; bathed in hesitation, curiosity and wonder.

I raised my head to meet her lips again, hungrily returning her kiss, her tongue wrapped in mine. Ava’s hand tugged and pulled on my cock, as though willing me to cum again…until she suddenly to my dismay, let go. I looked at her, almost pouting, until she added meekly, “I guess it’s *my turn* to get naked?”

Had I not just blown my load, my heart would be in my throat. It had always been my end goal to see Ava stripped nude; but faced with the reality of the situation, I had trouble rationalizing that this was actually happening. I felt like it was a dream, like I was looking into a crystal ball at someone else’s life. My cock was drained and I was rebuilding my stamina, but the thought of Ava’s nude body against mine was arousing nonetheless.

I watched as she peeled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. She now sat before me in a black sports bra that acted more as an impromptu push-up, from the way her c-cup breasts practically were bursting out of it. She looked at me with a certain kind of tenderness and vulnerability; I wasn’t aware of her sex life before this, it very well may be the most naked she has ever been in front of anybody. I reached for her bra, but she leaned away, a coy and conniving smirk on her face.

“You don’t want a show?” she giggled. Okay, maybe she did know what she was doing. I sat back and watched Ava straddle my hips, rocking her torso back and forth like a belly-dancer. I could practically feel the heat between her legs. Slowly, she pulled down her sports bra, just enough to conceal her nipples. She massaged both breasts in her hands, her eyes fluttering in pleasure.

Finally, she pulled her bra down entirely, revealing her soft, supple breasts. Her brown nipples were erect, begging to be sucked. Maintaining eye contact with me, she took one breast into her fingers and licked the nipple with a dab of her tongue, rolling it around the base of her areola. All the while she continued to grind softly on my hips, pulling my head into her bare chest and shaking her breasts in my face, like a stripper during a lapdance. Her nipples were dancing along my cheeks, rubbing and teasing on my face just close enough, but not quite close enough to get my tongue around them. I could feel the light sweat rolling off her body and the diluted scent of her perfume, drifting off her torso like a fainting summer’s breeze.

“Want a taste?” she asked quietly, almost begging. I obliged without a moment’s hesitation, massaging one breast with my free hand and the other with my tongue, suckling and biting softly. Ava moaned in pleasure, her arms instinctively wrapping around my body to pull me in closer.

“Oh my god…” she purred. “Why did we wait so long to do this…!”

“Just wait….” I gasped between licks. *“Until I get…to your pussy,”*

As if on cue, Ava cupped my chin in her hand and came in for a deep kiss, rolling her tongue over mine, her body quivering like jolts of electricity at my touch. Her other hand guided me to her crotch, where she dipped my hand underneath her panties. She pressed my fingers against her moist pussy, which was practically dripping with her juices.

My fingers slid in with ease, and she gasped in response. She nibbled and kissed my earlobe as I massaged her with my finger, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her hips moved in sync with my light thrusts, which served to only make her more wet and aroused. Her tongue was probing my mouth and she tugged harder on my cock. I grabbed her pussy in my palm and massaged her clit with my two fingers, and then gently pushed her onto her back. She looked at me with curious, wandering eyes, delighted that I was taking control and pushing her around. I slid off the edge of the bed, grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her into position, spreading her legs apart. She squealed in anticipation.

Her pussy was neatly trimmed into a landing strip, and moist with desire. Her lips were bright pink, swollen with anticipation of my swelling member, but I needed to build back up stamina before I entered her. With a mischievous grin I crawled toward her crotch, lowering my face in front of her aching vagina and parted her lips with my fingers. Ava’s body shuddered in anticipation, and as my tongue rolled over her wet lips, her entire body writhed in ecstasy. She moaned loudly and grabbed at my head, grabbing a tuft of my hair to hold my head in place. I grinned, her juices already rolling down my chin. She smelled of perfume, lightly sweet with a hint of sweat that rolled gently down her thighs. It was clear she had anticipated this and had scrubbed herself with every shower gel in her cabinet. I wasn’t complaining.

I licked up and down her juicy lips, probing my tongue between the folds of her vagina and massaging every inch with my mouth.

“Oh my god….” Ava moaned. “Please…please…fuck me now…”

“I want you to beg for it,” I panted between licks. Her hips were writhing around me, she could barely contain herself.

“Any…more…of this….” she gasped. “…And…I’m gonna…cum…!”

“You’d better not,” I teased, diving my tongue into her pussy one last time before hoisting myself up onto the bed. Ava lay with her legs sprawled, panting and exhausted, as though she had just run a marathon. I observed her nude body laid out before me; her breasts dusted lightly in sweat, moisture rolling off her body like a steam room. She rolled her head back to face me, looking drunk with pleasure.

“Well…what are you waiting for…?” she panted.

“Beg me,” I grinned mischievously. Ava smirked in spite of my confidence and I watched as her fingers probe her clit, rubbing herself as she pleaded with me, “Please, please fuck me…pretty please?”

“Well if you’re going to be so polite….” I grinned, grabbing her at the hips. I had to have that ass of hers. I rolled her body over and it was better than I had imagined; two large, round cheeks stared back at me, glistening with sweat. I ran my hand over her round behind, admiring the smooth feel of her skin, a bit of muscle underneath plump, round cheeks. I slapped her right cheek and watched her ass jiggle, and she squealed in delight. Ava had always had a nice ass but it had somehow become even more plump than before, like a pair of ripe peaches ready to be plucked. I squeezed it as though to make it pop.

I was standing off the side of the bed, with her bent over before me. I parted her legs with my own and positioned my cock to enter her. She reached down, 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 ass again and watched it jiggle. What a workout! I was panting like I was running a marathon! Ava 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 backside with my seed, watching it jet across her lower back in thick, white loads, as though to mark my territory. 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 was drenched in sweat. Ava sprawled out on the bed as though both of us had just run a marathon. I collapsed beside her.

We had been asleep for hours, when I awoke to the chirp of Ava’s alarm. Her eyes fluttered. She looked at me, and littered my neck and cheek with dainty kisses.

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

“Better than I could have imagined,” I sighed in content, admiring our two nude frames laying in a tangle of bedsheets.

Ava rolled over and checked the time on her phone. It was late.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked. “I’m thirsty.”

“I’ll take a beer,” I replied. Ava swung her legs over the bed, tugging a bit of sheet to cover up, but in protest I pulled it back. She gasped as the sheet fell and left her nude at the foot of the bed.

“Do it naked,” I ordered and watched her ass jiggle with each step. Ava smirked, and exited the room, looking over her shoulder before she left. I had to have her again.

Moments later, Ava appeared in the doorframe, holding two frosty beers in her hands. She leaned against the doorframe, letting me get a good look at her fit, naked body.

“See something you like?” She cooed.

“I think I do,” I grinned, I felt my hand instinctively wrap around my cock.

“Hang on there, cowboy,” Ava slid onto the bed next to me, handing me a bottle.
“Let’s finish these, first. Then we can have dessert…”

I took the bottle from her hand and sipped. The ice cold beer tasted like nectar of the gods against my dry throat. We both looked at each other as we drank, knowing from here on out that nothing between us would be the same.

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