AN ONLYFANS PHOTOSHOOT TURNED INTO SO MUCH MORE [mmf] [mast] [squirt] [throat fuck] [facial]

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I launched my OnlyFans two months ago and frankly, I’ve been a little lazy. It’s just with everything going on … I guess you’d think I’d have endless free time to get to work, but … I donno. It’s just a few topless selfies right now. I’m maybe a little too shy to post anything else. But I need the money.

My friend Evan has been urging me to post more. I think because he has a crush on me. He’s trying to do the whole, “supportive friend” routine. “I can help you!” But I think he really just wants to watch me masturbate. He even said we could do a FaceTime photoshoot if I was too worried about Covid to do it in person.

We had a few interesting conversations. He’s got a marketing degree so he knows what he’s talking about. And he’s helped actual brands launch social media campaigns. So, I give him some sexy pics and in exchange, he helps me. It’s a win win, right? I’m not taking advantage, am I?

Anyway, he wanted to do a photoshoot. So we FaceTimed and he told me what to do and took screenshots. It was actually pretty cool and we got a lot of really sexy photos. At the end, he said he was pretty psyched about this and new a photographer near me who might actually be able to help.

But the thought of meeting a stranger in the middle of the Texas desert for a photoshoot had me a little anxious, so I asked Evan if he would come with me to the photoshoot.

Phil, the photographer, called me a few nights before the photoshoot to go over some things. I was blown by how freely he spoke about some pretty kinky shit. Like, he must’ve done this before??

“Is this like, a lingerie photoshoot or what is this for?”

“My OnlyFans,” I said.

“Ohhh. Gotcha. Okay, okay. So a little more hardcore, then?”

“I guess,” I said nervously.

“Well, bring your favorite lingerie, bra and panties, bikinis, whatever — all the good stuff. And do you have sex toys?”

“Sex toys?” I asked.

“Yeah, for masturbation videos? Or do you not do those?”

“I mean …” I said, twirling my hair nervously. “I haven’t. But …”

“Okay, well, no presh, but bring them anyway, just in case. Better to be over prepared. You might get more comfortable once we start and wanna push the envelope into some kink.”

“Kink?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean we’re gonna be outdoors in the desert. Nobody around for miles. So if there’s anything on your kink to do list …”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “But like … what do you mean?”

“Oh, you know. I’m thinking some pee or squirt stuff. I’m just thinking about you squatting next to a cactus to take a piss. Could be visually stunning …”

“Yeah,” I said.

Was this a mistake? Did I want to do PISS STUFF in the desert? In front of Evan and some guy I barely know?? Well, Evan would protect me and we’d keep it as tame as I wanted.

The day of the photoshoot, Evan and I met Phil at a gas station to grab some water and snacks and suntan lotion because I’d forgotten mine at home.

“Follow me,” Phil said. “We’re gonna go off road in about 3 miles. I have the perfect spot. Are your tanks all full?”

I nodded. And so we were off. My heart was racing. I told Evan I was a little nervous. He put his hand on my thigh and smiled.

“Don’t worry. Phil is cool. And we aren’t going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Thanks,” I said, putting my hand on his.

When we arrived, I was blown away by the scenery. This would be perfect. I stepped out of Evan’s car. The dust was still settling down. Phil stood and watched.

“Wow,” he said. “The way the dust is settling around you. Shit. Shit. Stand over there!”

I moved. He grabbed his camera.

“What are you wearing under there? Fuck who cares. Take it off.”

In a hurry, I stripped down to my bra and panties. Phil snapped photos left and right as the dust settled down.

“Dammit,” he said laughing. “These are perfect. Prop your leg up on that rock. Look here. Perfect. Cup your breasts.”

I cupped my breasts and smoldered into the camera.

Evan watched.

“Take the bra off.”

I snapped it off and tossed it on the ground. Phil smirked.

“Water!” Phil shouted. “Toss her a bottle.”

Evan tossed me a bottle.

“Maggie!” Phil said. “Open the bottle and pour it on your tits.”

I did as instructed. The dust settled down. He put his camera on the drivers seat and laughed.

“Wow, that was not planned. But those might be the best pictures we fuckin’ take!” Phil said, laughing. “Alright. Let’s go over everything now. Grab your bag. Grab your stuff. Show me what you brought.”

Topless and in my panties, Evan handed me my duffel bag. I walked over to Phil and put it on his trunk.

“You can put a top on, if you want,” Phil said.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I said.

Dripping wet, standing in the desert with two cute guys, I felt like a fucking GODDESS.

“Okay,” I said. “Well, I love thigh high socks and Chucks, so. Brought those. I have this really cute like, knit lingerie thing. I brought this dildo and my hitachi wand, but I donno if we’ll use them. But I guess like, maybe … And I brought this swimsuit. This lingerie. A bunch of bra and panties, and this sexy robe. Just in case.”

“Perfect. Very cool. I love this knitted lingerie thing. Can you put that on? I brought a little changing tent thing for you –”

“Oh, it’s cool,” I said, stripping out of my panties in front of him. “I mean why do I need to go into a tent to just get naked, you know? You’re gonna see it.”

I laughed. He laughed. I glanced at his crotch. He was hard. My pussy. I just wanted to touch it so badly.

“Very retro with the bush,” he said.

“I love it!” I said, tugging on my bush gently. “But my lips and asshole are always waxed.”

I bent over and slapped my butt for him. He laughed.

“On the phone you sounded so modest and shy. What happened?” Phil asked.

“I … don’t really know,” I said.

And I didn’t. I couldn’t believe how confident I was. I mean, I guess it’s because Phil is a professional and he’s used to this? And Evan has been watching me via FaceTime for a while. So, maybe they helped me let my guard down? Or maybe it was the flurry of photos we took right when he arrived. Rip the bandaid off. Go go go!

LOL I donno. Anyway, it would be a lie if I said I wasn’t soaked. We spent the next half hour taking photos. I’d dress up. Strip down. I’d press my tits together. I’d hold a dildo up and kiss it. I’d strut around the desert, bending over, pretending to kiss a cactus. The whole routine. But something was missing. It wasn’t raunchy enough.

“Stop,” I said. “These photos all seem so PG13.”

“Well,” Phil said. “We can kick up the raunch a little. That never hurts. What do you want to do?”

“I donno,” I said, blushing a little. “You tell me?”

Phil reached into my bag and pulled out the hitachi wand. My eyes popped. I knew that’s what they wanted to see. And it turned me on. But it made me nervous, too. He walked over and handed it to me.

“Sit on that rock. Make yourself cum. I’ll film it.”

I looked to Evan. He shrugged, as if to say, “You comfortable?” I nodded and smirked softly. But I was terrified. I was a barista at Starbucks last week and now I’m a pornstar, masturbating in front of two guys on a rock in the fucking desert?

I clicked the wand on and closed my eyes. Now or never, I thought as I pressed it to my clit. I gasped.

Phil was filming on his iPhone. He got close to me. Maybe a little too close. But what was I going to do? He was filming me. I was masturbating.

I groaned and moaned, my toes curling in the sand. I braced myself on the rock, wand to clit, moaning. My nipples were rock hard. My body was glistening in sweat. I was about to cum. I could feel it. My eyes were closed. Phil was filming. Evan was nearby, watching. My pussy was dripping.

“Fuck,” I grunted.

Phil nodded. Egging me on to say more. He was nodding. Doing the “c’mon,” hand gesture. He wanted more dirty talk.

“Fuckkk,” I groaned again. I was so awkward. I hated it. “Oh god I’m gonna cum. I’m g-gonna cummm!”

I screamed, throwing the wand onto the floor and shoving my fingers into my cunt. I pumped in and out. Hard. Fast. Gushing. Squirting. Soaking the rock. Soaking the desert earth. Phil kept filming. Closer. Closer. I could feel him. I could see his cock bulge through his pants. I glanced to Evan. I could his cock, too.

I needed it. I needed cock.

“Come fuck me!” I screamed to Evan.

His eyes grew wide.

My fingers were still in my cunt.

“Please!” I howled. “Come fuck me!”

Evan stripped out of his clothes and came running. He was rock fucking hard. I’d never seen his dick before, but I was honestly low key surprised. It was a solid 8″, thick. Long. Hard.

“Wow, babe!” I giggled.

He stepped forward and slid his cock inside of me.

“Oh FUCK!” I moaned. “Push it in. Stretch my cunt!”

He pushed his cock all the way inside of me. I could feel it. Every inch of him. Inside of me. But I needed more.

“C’mere,” I grunted to Phil.

Phil looked to Evan. Evan shrugged.

Phil walked forward. I reached out, desperately, and unzipped his pants. He angled the phone lower. I took his cock out. It was also nice, long, thick, and hard.

“Mmm, fuck yes. Let me. Let me suck you.”

I opened my mouth. Phil stepped forward, filming as he eased his cock down my little whore throat. I nodded as Phil filmed Evan pumping my slut pussy with his thick cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was on a rock. In the middle of the desert. Getting my pussy and throat fucked by two guys. It was being FILMED. That settled that. I was a fuckin’ pornstar.

“Fucking throat me,” I begged as I stroked Phil’s cock while Evan pumped inside of me. I was soaking wet.

“Hard?” Phil asked.

“Make my mascara run!” I screamed.

Phil yanked my ponytail in his left hand and shoved his cock down my throat.

“AAUGHH!!!” I gagged, retching, spitting up a thick wave of saliva that ran down my tits and onto the rock. Thick. White. Wet. It slid down my tits slowly. Phil scooped up the saliva from my tits and smeared it on my face.

I giggled.

“Harder!” I grunted.

Phil throat fucked me. Hard. I kept gagging and puking all over myself. I didn’t even care. It felt so good. The puddles of saliva gushing all over my tits cooled me down. I looked down to Evan. His cock was covered in my juices. My cunt was so creamy.

I needed a taste.

“Let me taste my cunt,” I begged.

Evan pulled out and walked over to Phil. Phil took his cock from my throat. Evan put his in. I slurped and swallowed my juices as I lowered myself onto my knees.

“Take turns,” I moaned as I grabbed the wand and pressed it to my clit as they both fucked my mouth.

Evan.

Phil.

Evan.

Phil.

“I want both of your cocks in my mouth at the same time!” I screamed with delight as they pressed and forced their cocks into my mouth. I could barely suck them, but I’m sure the visual was something else.

Phil kept filming.

“Wait,” Phil said.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and grabbed his camera. He returned, put his cock back in my mouth, next to Evan’s, and began to take photographs.

Phil pulled out and squatted down, watching Evan pump his dick down my throat. My eyes watered. Phil took pictures. Evan pulled out slowly. Hands on my temples. And then he held my head still and shoved his cock in and out, fucking my mouth like a pussy.

Phil grabbed the wand from me and held it, using it on my clit for me while I got throated. Saliva kept gushing and flowing out of my mouth.

“Let me fuck you,” Evan begged, hoisting me from the ground. He pushed me onto the rock and told me to put my legs over his shoulders.

I did.

He handed the iPhone to Evan.

“Step back. Hold it steady. To the left. Perfect. Stay right there. Don’t move unless I tell you,” Phil said.

Evan held the camera as Phil fucked me. I loved it. I looked down and saw Evan’s glistening cock throb up and down as he recorded.

“Deeper,” I begged. “Harder!!”

Phil slammed into me. I rubbed my clit. He yanked his cock from me and pulled me off the rock, spun me around, pushed me over and fucked me from behind. He motioned for the iPhone from Evan and took control, filming as he spat on my asshole and slid a finger inside without even asking. I didn’t even care. It was so fucking hot. It felt so fucking good.

“Fuck me, daddy!” I yelled.

“Fuck I’m going to cum!” Evan howled.

I stood, spun around, dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and waited for his warm, thick load to shoot all over my face.

He ejaculated. Six ropes. Bam. Drenched me. I moaned as I touched my pussy. I could feel his thick white sperm ooze down my face.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Okay. Hold.”

Phil grabbed his camera. His cock was still dripping cum. He squatted down and began taking photos.

Do this. Do that. Move here. Look there. Touch the cum. Lick the finger.

I did whatever he said.

With cum still on my face, I looked to Evan.

“Your turn,” I said.

He smiled.

“I want to keep fucking you. With jizz on your face.”

Phil nodded. “That’d be hot.”

“Over here,” Evan said.

He helped me up and walked me to the other side of the rock, facing Phil. I bent over. Evan stepped up behind me. He pushed himself inside. I moaned as cum dripped down my face. I could feel his thick, hard cock slide in and out. Slowly. He savored every moment.

Phil walked around and got some more shots.

“Finger her ass,” Phil said.

Evan spat on my asshole and pushed a finger inside.

He groaned.

Phil kept shooting. Filming.

Something about the way Evan’s cock filled me up was going to make me squirt again. I could feel it.

“Phil,” I moaned. “I’m gonna squirt again.”

Phil rushed behind Evan and filmed as Evan’s cock continued to slide in perfectly. I was trembling. My knees were weak. I moaned. Begged. Howled.

“Fuck baby, right there!” I grunted. “Don’t change a thing. It’s perfect. Your cock is fucking perfect! I’m gonna squirt! Oh god oh god I’m – I’m! I’m gonna squiiiirt!”

I screamed as I shot out a thick wave of squirt all over the ground. I trembled. I collapsed into the rock, hugging it as I slid onto the ground, shaking. My legs were weak. I kept squirting. Gushing. Spraying all over my legs as I quivered on the floor. I wanted to touch my clit, but it was too sensitive.

“Cum on my face,” I whispered.

Evan stepped forward and without missing a beat, shot a thick, powerful load directly onto my cheek. He drenched me. He came like a fucking fountain. So much sperm. So much cum. It flowed down my cheek, neck and tits as I continued to shake. I let out a shaky gasp and then collapsed.

“That was amazing,” I whispered. Phil caught the entire thing on film. He grabbed his camera and began snapping photos as the sun started to set. It was perfect.

“Well,” Phil said with a chuckle. “That escalated quickly.”

Evan grabbed a pack of wet wipes from my bag. I cleaned myself off and took a deep breath. I was exhausted. Evan helped me up as Phil packed up his camera. Evan handed me my sweatpants and t-shirt. I pulled them on without putting on my bra or panties. I was beat. Exhausted. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it, wiping my chin.

“So I guess we do porn now, huh?” I asked.

“We?” Evan asked.

“Well, you’re my co-star. You’re the only guy who’s ever made me squirt from being fucked.”

“Really?” Evan asked.

I nodded.

We packed up. Phil said he’d get the videos and pictures to me in a day or two. And he could edit it, too. I hugged him and kissed him. Deeply.

“You’re hired,” I said.

He laughed, got in his truck and drove off, leaving me and Evan behind as the sun set.

“Hey,” I whispered. “That was a lot of fun.”

“I thought so, too,” Evan said as we got in his car. I dropped the seat back and took a deep breath. I was beat. But I wasn’t done. On the car ride home, at some point, I fully intended to lean over and give Evan some road head.

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