I was 18, yet way too small for my size. Most people figured I was still 16 which annoyed the hell out of me. So when an opportunity to model for a local lingerie brand came, I felt it could finally be a way to show everyone my maturity. I’ve seen plenty of shows about models and I loved how they carried themselves. Full of confidence and poise. I knew I could be like that.
My first few shoots for the lingerie brand were quite uneventful. Done mostly by junior female photographers; the company’s policy was to have less experienced models work with less experienced photographers. It made sense and I felt comfortable being half-naked around women anyway. We got along well and things were humming along. Of course as time went on, I started to wonder… who are the REALLY good photographers? What makes them so special? I asked one of the crew members on the photography set about it and they said,
“Oh… well the best photographer in the company is Giorgio Giovanni and he only works with the top models.”
“What makes him so special?” I asked.
“I guess it’s his ability to get the best out of the model. So that she strikes poses that end up resonating with millions of people”
“Wow,” I thought. “I wonder what it means to have a photographer get the absolute best out of you…”
Having modeled for a few months, I was finally starting to feel comfortable in my own skin on set. I felt like I knew what I was doing and all the photographers who worked with me told me how much they admired my professionalism… of course until one day when all hell broke loose.
It was 5am when I got the call.
“Hey Fawn, it’s Jackie. Our entire model roster got food poisoning at an event last night. Everyone is too sick to come shoot the new thong lineup. I know this is extremely short notice, but can you get to the set this morning and fill in?”
“Oh my god, that’s terrible. I’m sorry to hear that; but sure I can totally fill in. Who is the photographer on set today?”
“It’s Giorgio Giovanni”
My heart skipped a beat… “THE Giorgio Giovanni?” I said.
“Yeah, he’s very punctual so try not to be late.”
I bolted out of bed, took a brief shower and drove to the set. The makeup artist was already there waiting for me; she knew the protocol better than anyone.
At around 7:30, I saw him. He was in his mid 40 and extremely fit for his age. Dark, Handsome and sporting a well groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He seemed stern; I was intimidated. As 8:00 o clock approached, I was already geared up and looking like a doll. Thigh-high stockings, high heels, a black see-through bra and a lace black thong from our most recent collection. A look that would stop any man in his tracks. Any man exept Giorgio Giovanni. He seemed unimpressed by outfit. “He didn’t compliment me” I thought. Most photographers make at least a small comment about how gorgious I look, but Giorgio was down to business. Without giving me any instruction, he started to snap pictures of me. In my excitement, I started to trike poses I thought were appropriate for the session. Giorgio stops and takes his eye out of the view finder of his camera and looks at me with a stirn and confused face. “What are you doing?” “Oh m god!” I thought, I’m an idiot. The session didn’t even start and already I’m fucking it up! “Umm… aren’t we starting?” I asked. “I’ll tell you when we start.” Giorgio retorted. He puts the camera down and goes to talk to the set coordinator.
“Oh my god, I’ve fucked up my entire career in 2 seconds! How can I be so stupid!” A thousand thoughts rushed through my head. My heart began to race and I started to blush. As I’m waiting on the bed, I watch Giorgio talk to the set coordinator. I start to notice more things about him. He has a wedding ring on. He must be married. I wonder how pretty his wife is. He’s in his mid 40s so he also probably has children. After some time, Giorgio comes back towards me, picks up the camera and just as he’s about to shoot another photo her drops the camera to his chest, looks streight at my face and yells, “MAKE UP! Who put all that blush on her? She’s so red it’s like I’m shooting a beet.” The makeup lady comes rushing to me, looks close at my face and starts to chuckle. “Giorgio, that’s not blush. I think you’re making the poor girl nervous”.
Giorgio puts down the camera again and says, “Take 15 everyone!”
In a rush of anxiety, I run to the bathroom. What’s going on with me? Why am I like this? I’ve been photographed by dozens of photographers already why am I so nervous around him? I look in the mirror and wonder “am I even cut out for this? Maybe everyone was right… I’m too tiny to be taken seriously as a model” I examine myself in the mirror. My short stature at exactly 5 foot wasn’t my best feature. But my perky C-cups and veluptuous little bubble butt made up for what I lacked in hight. I had a great, tight stomach and skin as tight as anyone would hope for. Following the self-pep talk, I felt better and left the bathroom back into the hallway.
There he stood. Giorgio Giovanni, an older man with chizzeled features. He was sexy as all hell but I was so intimidated by him, I couldn’t bask in his handsomeness for more than a split second. He comes up to me and says, “Hey, don’t be nervous. I know I can be a bit arrogant sometimes but I deal with so many models I sometimes have to fight fire with fire. How old are you?”
“I’m 18”
“I’m sure people think you’re way younger don’t they”
“Oh my god… how did you know?”
“I’ve been in this business a long time, I can tell these things. Lets get back to set and finish this up why don’t we? I’d like to be done by 3 o’clock so i can pick up my daughter from school”
“Lets do it”
We go back to the set and things really go smoothly from there. He’s telling me what poses to do and I’m totally submitting to his comands. By the end of the session, I was arroused from my own excitement. Giorgio was a godsend after all. Those were some of the best pictures I’ve ever seen of myself and he really did get the best out of me. Too bad he had a wife and child. I couldn’t help but be extremely jealous of his wife. And I thought it was so hot that he was a father. I bet he was a good dad!
At the day’s closing Giorgio came up to me and said, “Listen, I’m surprised how well you did today despite the shaky start. How do you feel about working together for the next few weeks?”
“Of course!” I replied. Finally, I had hit the big-time.
As the weeks went by, it became apparent why Giorgio was so well regarded. He was extreamly professional and didn’y seem phased by the hyper-sexuality thrown at him all the time. he didn’t compliment models, didn’t ogle their bodies and sure as hell never talked to models about anything beyond the scope of work they did together. Having done a few sessions with Giorgio, I became incredibly frustreated that he NEVER noticed my sexuality. “What a mysoginist” I thought. Never once had he complimented me on my looks. The frustration reached it’s peak when I began to purposefully try to “seduce” him with my poses. I did my very best to “accidentally” have a nip-slip or “accidentally” spready my butt too far so that my beautiful little butthole would peak out from behind my thong. Despite all the efforts, he didn’t respond. I was about to give up… that is until one fateful evening. I was after another photosession with Giorgio; I was in the bathroom when i accidentally overheard a phone call through the bathroom airducts. It was Giorgio talking so someone, “You know… it’s the hidden difficulties of this job no one knows about. I’m a married man and I love my wife… but even I have my limits. I feel like some girls tease me and try to seduce me while I’m shooting them. I swear, if one more girl tries to show me her pussy, I just might fuck her” Having heard that, blood rushed to my pussy. I entered a trance. “This is my chance” I thought.
I leave the bathroom and go to talk to Giorgio.
“Hey Giorgio, I hate to do this. I’m actually trying to expand my personal portfolio, could you take an extra 20 minutes tonight and shoot a few additional shots of me?
Giorgio looked annoyed. The session already ran late. It was 8:30pm and everyone else had gone home for the day. “Fine” he answered.
As Giorgio took out his camera, I changed into a different pair of panties. These were different. From the front, they looked like normal panties; but when you turn around they had an open back. A hole that’s only exposing my beautiful little asshole. “What a funs urprise it would be for Giorgio.” I thought.
The session starts and Giorgio doesn’t suspect a thing. I do my normal poses and it looks just like I’m wearing some boring ol’ panties. My heart starts to race as I prepare to turn around and show him what I’ve got on. I turn around and bend over to give a pose that’s totally exposing my asshole to him. The clicking of the camera stops. A few moments go by where I feel it’s been an eternity. Then… suddenly, I feel a warm, soft gooey tongue slowly make contact with my anus. I rush of blood goes to my pussy and I start to get incredibly wet. My heart is pounding so fast I can hear the heartbeat in my own head. I’m so nervous and so turned on at the same time.
Giorgio didn’t skip a beat. He knew exactly what I was doing. A man his age has an intuition about women and what we want. His tongue begins to lightly penetrate my asshole as I moan in extacy. Pussy dripping wet. He turns me around and begins to kiss me. We exchange no words, just raw energy. I’m thrown down on the bed as he takes off his clothes and gets his cock ready for me. I take the panties off and begin playing with my horny little pussy as I watched him take off his clothes and reveal his muscular physique. When he finally took our his cock, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen up to that moment. I couldn’t wait for him to drill deep into my petite little body. I wanted to be his. All his, even just for one night. I wanted to be ravaged, be used like a worthless little ragdoll. I wanted to fully submit. His cock was larger than I expected and it looked so hard, it was pulsating with desire for all my holes. In that moment, I realized his cock had been pulsating for me ever since that morning. And I wanted every inch of it.
He slowly insirted into me while he looked deep into my eyes. The feeling of extacy radiated from my pussy up to my stomack and finally throught my whole body. Everything felt so good my brain could barely keep up with interpreting the sensations. He thrusts into me and I moan. Then again and again and again. In and out as my body jitters. In and out as my nipples become harder than diamons. He leans down to lick my nipple as he thrusts. In and out. In and out. I can barely comprehend what’s going on at this point as I reach orgasm almost instantaniously. In and out. In and out. But something’s different. It’s a different kind of orgasm… I fee like i still want more. In and out. In and out. “Oh god” I thought, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” In and out. He began to thrust faster. In and out. In and out. A feeling of unfulfilment started to simmer inside of me. I wanted him harder. I wanted him deeper. “Harder baby!” I screamed. He retorted with a masculine grunt that made my already wet pussy even wetter. It felt like a waterfall of lube was gushing out of my tight little 18 year old pussy. Pretty soon, he was fucking me so hard, the sound of his thighs slapping against my round little ass had smaller intervals than the rappid fire-clicking his camera does. In and out. In and out. I felt another wave of extacy coming upon me. Suddenly, just as I was about to peak, he takes out his cock and gives me a slight evil smile. “You’ll cum when I tell you to cum” Holy fuck. He just denied me an orgasm. I was so sexually frustrated at him but also loved him for it. My pussy was so horny despite already having multiple orgasms. It was pulsating. I could feel my own pulse in my vagina and I wanted more. But instead of his cock, he goes back down to eat my pussy. At this point my body is shivvering. I’ve never felt this good before in my life. After a few moments with my pussy, he turns me around and mounts me from the back. His cock returning to inside my body felt like comign home. I felt right, so safe and cared for. Again i climb the ladder towards climax. In and out. In and out. He’s so deep. And so good at waht he does. His experience is evident from the way he handles me, my emotions and my body. God I’m so jealous of his wife. In and out. In and out. I’m just about to peak again when he yells “Oh fuck! I’m cumming”. In that moment, I think “Oh no, he peaked without me” The thrusts become the hardest ones yet and finally, just when I think I can’t peak for the 4th time, he slowly takes his thumb and puts pressure on my little brown asshole. The pressure I felt resonated so broadly throughout my body that it pushed me over the cliff. “Oh my fuuuuckkkk” I yelled as I orgasmed harder than I’ve orgasmed in my entire life. My pussy began squirting as I lost total control over my body and began to shake uncontrolibly. Blood came rushing into my head and eyes and I momentarily lost my vision as I orgasmed for 30 full seconds. My pussy lips tightened on his cock and milked every ounce of juice frm him it could get out. As we lay there post-sex I looked at him in wonder. Where did you come from mystery man? I’m so glad that fate had brought you into my life. I basked in the feeling of achievement that I was able to seduce “the best in the game”. Perhaps it was a sign that I’ve began to mature as a model. Who knows, perhaps Vicky’s Secret will come calling. When she does… I’m sure I’ll be able to make her cum too.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j296gn/the_photographer_mf