Redemption [Revenge] [Photo Shoot] [Age Gap]

I received the strangest gift from my fiance this past Christmas. A gift certificate for a two hour session with a local photographer. He had arranged it for the two of us. He didn’t want to schedule it because he wanted it to be our engagement photo shoot and wanted me to choose when that happened.

Then I caught him getting his dick sucked in a back alley by another guy and the relationship was officially, and permanently, off. I was cleaning out his things when I came across the certificate. I had forgotten all about it. My 25th birthday was coming up and I thought about the idea of doing a shoot with just me. Although I hated having pictures of me taken.

I went to the guy’s website and looked it over. He seemed talented enough, the photos were beautifully lit and everyone looked natural but nice. Nothing seemed phony like most professional photos do. The smiles weren’t forced, the looks were all unique and seemed to suit both the scene and the person in it. I was clicking around and came to the boudoir photos he’d done. Women and men of all ages and sizes in various stages of dress. The photos were tasteful and beautiful even if the subject didn’t fit that standard ideal of beauty. My curiosity was piqued.

I called and set up an appointment to redeem the certificate for the day after my birthday. It seemed fitting to pick myself up after the blow this relationship had dealt me. What better way to do that than to pretend for a day that I was a beautiful and wanted woman. As well as to remind myself that I was not at fault for the end of my relationship. A mutual interest in cock would be a deal breaker in most straight relationships, I would think.

I was admittedly nervous for the weeks leading up to the shoot. It didn’t help that my ex was hounding me, trying to fix things and insisting that he was not gay, just very drunk. That didn’t make cheating on me okay, as much as he might’ve liked it to. Hell, if he would have just apologized for going at it with someone else we probably could have worked it out. Instead he insisted that it wasn’t his fault, that it was mine for not wanting to go out that night, for not sucking his dick enough, for not having a dick myself, I guess. He could blame me from sun up to sun down. It wasn’t my fault and until he realized that, and accepted responsibility for his choices and mistakes, there would be no reconciliation.

I mean really, all he had to do was tell me, “Look, I’m bisexual. I need to be able to explore that side of myself as well. It has no bearing on you, your worth to me or my feelings for you. It’s completely independent of that! Are you okay with me being 100% me?” I would have been fine with it. The denial, blaming me, and the lies about it are what pushed me away from him. He just refused to see that.

I nearly got cold feet the day before the photo shoot. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with it. I ventured through messages on my phone while I hemmed and hawed about going. My ex sent me a message while I was scrolling through. It was just an image of him with a scantily clad girl on his lap holding a sign “Thanks for making him available!” He had this smirk of a smile on his face while looking at her. His attempt to make me jealous just made me angry. He was being childish about this whole thing and trying to get under my skin just simply wasn’t going to happen.

I showed up for my appointment. It was the last one of the day, 5 PM. Because it was only me for the photos instead of the two originally purchased for, the guy upped my session time by an hour and I would also get a DVD of all of the shots, in addition to four 5×7 prints of his choosing. I would be given the option of an additional two 5×7 prints of my choosing, if he was permitted use of my photos for inclusion in his portfolio and in advertising for his business. I didn’t have to make a choice on that until after I saw the photos at the end of the session.

He was just finishing up with a senior portraits session with a local high school girl and her mother. They were very appreciative and seemed very happy with the outcome of their own session. It made me a little apprehensive that they might somehow know what kind of pictures I was there for. A little hint of shame crossed my mind and I suddenly felt insecure about this whole thing.

He escorted the mother and daughter out of the building and locked the door behind him. “Clara I presume?” His voice was deeper than I expected. He looked to be in his mid 50s if not early 60s. He almost had a fit Santa Claus look to his face. A full beard that was a shimmering silver in most places, save for a few streaks of black still hanging in there. His hair was cut short on the sides and longer at the top. It was styled quite nicely but matched the silver of his beard. He was alarmingly fit. He wore a plain black t-shirt and fairly tight fitting black jeans. It struck me odd as I noticed he wasn’t wearing any socks and shoes.

I nodded in confirmation of who I was. He smiled and reached his hand out to me. “I don’t bite, promise.” He smiled and his teeth were damn near perfect save for a slightly crooked eye tooth on the right. I was rather charmed by him already. “You wanted to do a boudoir shoot, right? Is it for anyone in particular any particular look you want to lean towards?”

I finally found my voice, “Ye…yes. They’re for me. A confidence boost, I hope. I just broke things off with my fiance of 5 years. We’d been together since High School, we were supposed to be married this October. He…well, he wasn’t who I thought he was.”

“He cheated, huh?”

I nodded, “With another guy. Kinda hard for me to compete with that.”

The photographer’s eyes went wide, “Well, that’s a new one on me…He bought you the certificate here?”

“We were going to use it for our engagement photos. I got the idea to see if I could switch it to the boudoir session when I saw your site. I’m not sure if this is right for me or not though,” I blushed brightly as he led me down a hallway full of doors.

He stopped and looked at one of the doors. “Did you bring your own clothes or would you like to use some from my client closet?”

I motioned to the dress I was wearing, “Just brought this. I’ve never done any professional photos before. I didn’t know what to do.”

He smiled and looked me over. “You’re what? A size 10/12 or so?”

I blushed brighter and nodded, “Depending on make, yeah.”

He opened the door to the room we were standing in front of and turned on the lights. We went inside and there were just racks of clothes all along three of the walls. The wall with the door held mirrors. A small partition to the left of the door gave some privacy for changing, the wall behind it was the only spot free of a mirror. He walked over to the rack on the far right and started rummaging through it. He pulled out three dresses then left the room, returning a short while later with an assortment of night clothes and lingerie. “Try these on and let me see what they look like on you, I’ll help you find a couple of good combinations to use for the shoot.”

I carried the garments behind the privacy screen and began changing. He waited patiently for me to emerge. The first dress was long and elegant. It had a square neckline with what looked like a little bolero attached. The dress was a deep eggplant color with a black embroidery design highlighting my natural curves. He looked me over as I stepped out from behind the screen. “Turn around, let’s see.”

I turned slowly. I could feel my face burning brightly from embarrassment. He stood behind me in the mirror and pointed out the line of the dress and how it hugged all of the right spots on me. He declared this one a definite keeper. I had never worn anything so elegant before, even my wedding dress wasn’t that fancy and well tailored. After a few outfits He settled on the eggplant dress, a pair of black bootcut jeans, a white corset-style top and a plaid button up tied at the waist, a long white silk nightie, an emerald babydoll with angel sleeves and emerald silk hip hugger panties, and a black and white polka dot dress, in addition to various bras, panties, stockings, garters and other such accessories.

He made me feel at ease with each selection. He found shoes to go with each outfit and then he took me down to the makeup room. “Clara, this is my sister, Maddy. She does all of the makeup and sets up the outfit changes through the sessions while I set up the stage and you change.” He pointed to a clothing rack standing beside the vanity. “She’s gonna have each outfit ready for you on that and she will have it just outside of the studio. When I say ‘set change’ you will go to the other side of the wall and put on each outfit on the hanger in order from front to back. She will also look you over to see if your makeup needs to be touched up. Your makeup will be completely changed four times. glamour, everyday, date and then bedroom. The timing of your session is only what goes on while I am taking shots, all of this in between doesn’t count. So we will likely be here until 10 or 11 pm, is that okay with you?”

I nodded, trying to retain all of the information he was telling me. Maddy guided me to the chair and looked to her brother, “We’re starting with glamour, then transitioning: bedroom, every day and then date right?” He nodded and she turned me to face her.

She looked me over for a minute then went to the pile of clothes and started organizing them and pairing them up with shoes, underwear and accessories. Glamour would be the Eggplant dress with a violet lace bra and matching panties, black strappy heels, a set of silver bangles in various sizes on my right wrist, a pair of dangling silver earrings, they were dainty and pretty, and then an intricate amethyst and silver necklace.

She began applying the makeup after arranging the outfits. She gave me a deep smoky eye with a vibrant green along the inner lid that led into a deep silver/grey. I had never worn that much makeup in my life. She pulled my hair up messily into a loose bun. It looked easy enough, yet along with the makeup, dress and accessories I looked like a completely different person. I felt like a completely different person. I looked in the mirror, I stood up straight and walked gracefully for the first time in my life. The photographer, I learned his name was Will while listening to him and his sister talk, motioned me into the studio and had me sit down in a large white leather wing back chair. He looked me over and smiled, giving a thumbs up to his sister. There were beautiful lavender roses on the table near me and I instinctively leaned over and smiled as I breathed in the scent. They were a rare variety, the Blue Girl rose, oddly enough my absolute favorite rose. He had already begun taking the pictures. A large fireplace lingered in the background, a bar set was off to the left and a glass of scotch sat in front of the roses.

I looked back to Will, “Is this real or a prop?” I picked up the glass and looked it over.

“It’s real. Sometimes a stiff drink can help this kind of shoot flow more naturally. Feel free to have it or not.”

I looked the drink over and tipped it back. He snapped pictures and I kind of froze up. “Interact with the stage. Look at things, touch them, walk around, smile, think, cry, whatever you feel like doing. Natural shoots always look best, but I’ll be posing you for some of the shots more directly.”

I thought it over and stood up. I looked around and walked over to the bar set and poured myself another drink. I thought about how beautifully the set was arranged, how perfect everything looked. I sat back down in the chair and bent over to unfasten the buckles on the shoes. Heels were not my thing and I felt very awkward walking in them. I pulled them off and placed them under the chair. I sat back and just tried to relax myself a bit. All the while he would randomly snap a picture or two here and there. I finally looked over to him and watched for when he would decide to take a picture. I paid attention to what I was doing and where I was. He would change positions frequently, moving from this side of the stage to that, coming right beside me then moving much farther away.

I felt sad in this dress. It was so beautiful and I felt like it was such a waste on me. Without thinking about it much I began pulling the bobby pins from the updo Maddy had given me. She started to come over to fix it but I saw her brother out of the corner of my eye, shoo her away. I let my hair down, so to speak. My hair was such a mousy color. A light brown or dark blonde depending on which way you wanted to classify it. It was on the longer side, reaching down between my shoulder blades at the very back, but along the sides it fell just below my shoulders. It wasn’t curly, it wasn’t straight, it was more like wild waves.

I felt like it was actually a good reflection of me. It didn’t know what it was. There was a little snow globe on the mantle above the fireplace. It had a tiny Eiffel tower inside. I smiled and lay my head down against the cold of the stone mantle. I kept my eyes on the little puffs of fake snow floating around inside the water, “Have you been to Paris?” I asked kind of absentmindedly. He didn’t answer, just took a picture here and there.

I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “Have you been to Paris?” I asked again, looking directly at him.

“No, Maddy went after high school. She brought that back and I’ve used it as a prop in photos since she gave it to me.”

I put the globe down and turned away from the fireplace. “I was supposed to go there on my honeymoon. Paris, London and Dublin, the three places I have always wanted to go, that was going to be his present to me. Then we were going to go to Osaka, Honolulu and San Francisco, the three places he has always wanted to go. My present to him,” I walked mindlessly around the stage.

I felt him come up behind me and unzip the dress. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He captured the moment that I looked over my shoulder at him. My expression was so full of sorrow. My eyes glistened with tears as I thought about what was meant to happen versus what actually happened. He took a step back from me and I simply walked out of the dress, He snapped the pictures. I left the dress in a heap by the fireplace and walked around the scene, methodically removing the baubles that went with it until I was only wearing the bra and panties.

He took my hand and led me out of the scene. He moved the chair and then brought me back up to the stage. There was a large rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. He guided me down onto it, I lay on my side and gazed into the fire.

He took the pictures.

He guided me onto my back and slid the straps of my bra off of my shoulders. I tilted my head to look at him and he took the photos from the angle of my shoulders. The tops of my breasts were the focus of the shot.

“How exposed are you comfortable with, Clara?” He asked, though he seemed just a bit hesitant to do so.

I shrugged, “You’re only young once, right?” I sat up and he took a photo of my back, the straps of the bra sliding down over my upper arms. He took another shot when I reached behind me and unfastened the bra. Another when I slid my arms free and smiled over my shoulder a bit. I was becoming more comfortable with this situation.

He came over in front of me and snapped a few shots of me holding the bra loosely over my breasts, the light of the fireplace created a soft glow over my body. He pulled the bra away and began snapping pictures again. I covered myself momentarily. He pulled my arm away and began to actually pose me. His hands would slide over my skin, firmly moving my arms and legs into various poses in between pictures being snapped.

I didn’t notice that I had been getting rather turned on by him looking at me. “Stand up and slide your panties down, stop just before you’re exposed.”

I did so, a slight blush creeping over my cheeks, obeying his orders as he stopped talking only long enough to take the photos, “Now lower.”

“And turn around, bend over and take them off of one leg completely.” I did and then I looked back over my shoulder to him. It was when I was pulling off the underwear at his direction that I noticed the small wet spot that had developed on the soft lace. He took the photos, oblivious to that little development. I rationalized that this had to be a common occurrence with these photo shoots, body reacting to exposure, touch, and such.

He had me sit on the wing back chair. He took the purple roses out of the vase and tied a yellow ribbon around the stems. He decided to remove the vase from the scene and replaced it with the bar set, complete with a freshly poured drink. He then handed me the bouquet of roses. He placed one hand across my chest, covering my breasts, and guided me to grip the bouquet in the other hand. “Spread your legs apart and put the base of the bouquet on the chair, let them be all that covers you.” I did and he took the photos.

Will gave me an odd look then walked back over to me and pushed my legs farther apart. He adjusted my breasts and admittedly I tensed up. He kind of smiled and moved my hand which had previously covered my breasts down to the bouquet of roses. He positioned me in such a way that my chest was pushed forward, the roses were held tightly between both hands and the stems covered my crotch perfectly. The water on the ends of the rose stems dripped down the chair and against my warm and exposed privates. It made me laugh rather suddenly. I brought one hand up to my face in embarrassment and he took the photo. He looked a little curious, “What made you laugh?”

I looked down to the roses. Then I tilted my head upwards a bit towards him, I quirked my right eyebrow and half smirked as I said very matter-of-factly, “The water from the roses…It’s very cold on very sensitive areas.” He took the photo of my smirk.

This time he was the one who blushed. “Shit! I didn’t think about that, I should have dried them off before I gave them to you.”

I waved the apology off, “At least there will be one picture of me laughing.”

He smiled and winked, “Maybe we can get a few more laughs and smiles out of you before your time is up.”

I was getting more comfortable with the situation when he tossed me a robe and motioned me off the set, “Set change.”

I rushed off behind the wall and grabbed the next outfit, it was the long white silk nightgown. If not for the lace cups and super thin material it could have easily passed as another evening gown. Maddy came up behind me, “Nothing under it, doll. Just the gown. Let’s see the face.”

She was an older woman, but still had this allure about her. She was just as fit as her brother, though it was clear that she had also had a few nips, tucks and enhancements more in line with surgery than exercise. She was sweet to me. She held a curling iron up and did a quick run through my hair to leave just the ends falling in perfect ringlets. She looked the make up over and created a bit of a softer look as she began blending just a touch of foundation over the darkest parts of the eye makeup. She wiped off the richly colored lipstick and put a quick swipe of clear gloss across my natural pale pink lip color. I felt like I just stepped out of a different era.

The nightgown was mostly silk. It was stark white. The empire waist was topped with lace cups and short fluttery lace sleeves at the front. From the back the lace went right from shoulder to shoulder and dipped into a very deep V ending just a few inches above my butt. The rest was a princess seam design made out of pure silk. It fit a bit snug and I was worried about ripping it. No shoes,no accessories with the nightgown. The scene was a bit different than the other one. There was a large mahogany bed along the right side of the stage, on the left sat a dresser with a large ornate mirror, slightly facing the bed. The bureau also had a small dressing area at the center of it. I had never seen anything like it before. I walked right over to it and started looking it over.

“It was custom made for the studio. Everyone seems to love it.”

I kept looking it over, “Well, yeah, it combines two things that take up a lot of room separately. It’s beautiful!”

Will walked up behind me and startled me a bit as he almost pinned me to the vanity section of the bureau. He was so close to me I could feel the heat of his body through the nightdress. I was actually afraid to stand up straight. I looked at him through the mirror, he smiled and started snapping the pictures. He would lean over me and position my arms, turn me around and move my leg a certain way or lean me back. He would instruct me to lift the gown slightly and lean against the vanity. I obeyed every instruction as given.

Then I made my way over to the bed and I suddenly felt very at ease with the photo shoot. I got playful. I jumped on the bed and held the nightgown up a bit, I swung slightly from the posts at the corners of the bed. Then I again let him pose me and move my body to suit his needs as the photographer. He had me lay across the bed so that my head was off the side slightly and my feet were up on the edge of the other side of the bed. The night dress fell up towards my thighs and he caught the moment just as my breasts lifted up in a deep breath and I looked back at him.

He let the curtain go on one side of the bed, closing that side off and making a backdrop of the deep red velvet that framed the bed. He kept one side open then handed me a candle. He took a few lovely shots in the mostly dark space, then he got more candles and instructed me to take the nightgown off. I did. At first he had me sit up on the pillow of the bed, the candles laid out in front of me and had me reach towards them, as though I was going to pick one up. Then he had me lay back on the bed and he climbed over me as he moved the candles into position, framing my body upper body.

He straddled my thighs and took a few shots. He instructed me on some emotions to express, shy, wanton, sad, restless. He blew out the candles and I followed him out of the cavern of the bed. He turned and looked at me for a moment. Then pushed me back up onto the bed and let the curtain close on that side of the bed as well. He positioned me so that I exposed only my face and one leg or one arm. He had me kneel on the edge of the bed and push the curtains apart, leaving me very exposed. But I finished each pose as directed.

He stopped taking pictures for a moment and left me in the studio. He went over to the rack and pulled out a different outfit than what we were supposed to do next. He called Maddy over and whispered something to her, she nodded and came and got me. Will walked away and went down the hall. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maddy took my hand and led me back down to the makeup room.

She washed my face and began applying makeup again, this time it was much softer, much more natural. She brought all attention up to my eyes but made sure my lips looked absolutely luscious and pouty. I looked towards the door, “You didn’t do anything wrong, doll. He just had a vision and is deviating from his plan.”

“Does that happen often?” I looked up to her while she brushed and styled my hair.

“You would be the second time it has happened. It’s a rare occurrence, but I can guarantee you that your pictures will be like none other.”

“When was the first time?”

Maddy just smiled, “It was a long time ago.”

She pulled out the clothes he had pulled aside for me. A black lace bra, black silk panties, the jeans, white top and plaid button up. She paired it with some fierce leather ankle booties, a diamond solitaire necklace and a pair of diamond earrings. She helped me dress and directed me down the hall to another studio. This one was darker outside of the stage. Maddy led me over to the scene and instructed me to sit and wait for Will to come back in.

I couldn’t see him when he did. I could only hear his voice. I couldn’t see anything outside of the stage. It was set up as two scenes combined, a divider separated a bedroom scene from a living room scene. Both were similar to the earlier scenes, just more dialed back, more homey feeling and less extravagant. I saw a camera flash as I sat on a small leather bench and looked around. I smiled and looked towards the flash.

He came up on the stage and didn’t say a word, just began posing me and adjusting my clothes. He had me straddle the bench and lean forward, toward him. He stood above me, I leaned forward and looked up towards him. He took the pictures. After a few shots he finally spoke, “Tell me about your ex. Does he regret how things went between you? Do you regret it?”

I got a bit pouty but continued letting him pose me. “I think he regrets that I walked away from him. I don’t think he regrets his behavior at all. In fact, he sent me a picture yesterday to try to get me angry or jealous, or something. I was going to back out of the pictures today. When he sent that I changed my mind. I thought about sending him one of the pics from the session with a thank you for the certificate.”

“What was the picture of? Why would it make you angry or jealous?”

“It was of him and another girl, she was holding a sign thanking me for making him available or something. I guess he thought I’d get jealous cause she was prettier than me. Chances are he paid her to hold up the sign and then she got the heck out of there.”

“I see, how long were you two together?”

“Ten years. He was my high school sweetheart, we’d been together since we were 15.”

“So he was your first then? How long did you wait?”

It didn’t occur to me that the pictures were snapping even when Will was on the stage posing me. He pulled the plaid top off of my shoulders and unlaced the top of the corset a bit, pushing my breasts upwards to show more cleavage. “When he asked me to marry him. I was his first too, I think. He was the only guy I’ve ever been with, obviously he was with at least one other guy. I have no idea if there were other girls as well or not.”

He began undressing me as a few cameras flashed. He had a small remote with him and each time he posed me he would click a button and take a picture with what looked like three or four cameras out in the darkness. He tossed the plaid shirt aside and kind of guided me down to my knees in front of him. “Would you like to have some photos that would definitely piss him off?”

I kinda giggled and looked up at him, he snapped a picture. “I think most of the pictures you’ve taken today would piss him off. Especially if I told him he paid for them.”

“How about some more intimate pictures?” He pulled his t-shirt off and knelt down next to me. He smiled and snapped a picture as I looked a bit confused.

“What do you mea….” He leaned in and kissed me lightly, his hand landed on the back of my neck and he pulled me towards him, I heard the camera flash. Suddenly I felt as though the room were spinning.

He pulled his lips away and pressed his forehead to mine, “Yes, or no, Clara?” He looked me straight in the eyes. This man was old enough to by my father. Hell he could probably be my grandfather. I felt a wave of warmth cascade over me. I simply nodded. He smiled and kissed me again, snapping pictures as we went.

He kissed along the tops of my breasts as I breathed in and out, trying to regain my composure. He had completely caught me off guard. His hands were soft, yet he was not particularly gentle as he began to undress me, snapping pictures the whole time. He unfastened the jeans I wore and slid his hand down into my panties. He could feel the wetness already there and I moaned softly against his bare chest.

He tilted my head up towards him with his other hand, “The pictures are on a timer. ten pictures every minute.” He kissed me again and I spread my legs a bit more for him. I felt him smile during the kiss as his middle finger slipped into my pussy. His lips brushed my ear and I heard him moan very quietly, “So, wet.” He continued fingering me and I clung to him.

My hips moved towards him as his palm pushed hard against my clit. He dipped and rubbed one finger, then suddenly it was two, inside of me. I shivered as he kissed the side of my neck towards my shoulder, such a sensitive spot for me. I was putty in his hands. He pulled his hand free of my panties and I audibly complained with a whine. He shushed me and began unlacing the top until it fell open completely. He stood up and moved around behind me. I looked back to him but he instructed me to look forward. He groped and squeezed my breasts. My jeans slid down to about mid thigh while he fondled and kissed my body for the camera.

He pulled the top off of my arms and tossed it aside, leaving me kneeling, facing away from him, in only my bra, panties and jeans, which were partially pulled down. He ran his hand over my tummy and slid his fingers back inside my panties. He knelt down behind me and pulled my body close to his,“Let’s show your ex what your orgasm really looks like.” His voice was right by my ear and I couldn’t help but moan as his fingers penetrated me once again.

He worked my pussy until his fingers were just dripping with my juices then slowly worked the slick liquid around my clit. I whimpered and squirmed and he held me up with one arm around my stomach as his fingers explored me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I could hear his moans each time his fingers went back inside of me. His grip on me tightened when I began to tremble gently. I clung tightly to the arm that held me against him. He had managed to maneuver his hand to grope my breast under the bra, squeezing me as he held me upright with that arm. I reached that first peak and he left his finger inside of me to feel each spasm of my pussy until they subsided. Then his fingers moved fast and hard, curled towards the forward wall of my cunt as I moaned and whimpered, reaching a quick and sudden second peak. My legs trembled and my juices coated his hand and my inner thighs. He let go of me and I fell forward, gasping a bit as I tried to regain my composure from the nearly back to back orgasms. I had never experienced that before.

He smiled at me and rubbed his hands over my butt and thighs. The pictures continued snapping and I looked back to him, almost pleading with him that I still felt that ache inside. Without a word he pulled my panties down and positioned his cock at the opening to my pussy. He didn’t push in hard, he wasn’t forceful. He very gently eased himself into me from behind.

So slowly, almost too slowly, as I truly ached deep within and desperately needed his cock to go fully into me. I propped myself up on my forearms then leaned down a bit. This elevated my ass and pussy towards him to give him better access. The ache deepened as I felt him push forward, inch by inch, slowly filling me and stretching me to accommodate the size of him. The cameras continued clicking. He stopped halfway into me and quickly unfastened the bra, sliding it off of my shoulders. I let it fall in front of me and managed to work my arms out of it. Then he finally relieved that ache within me. He put his arm around my stomach and lifted me onto his lap. He pushed the rest of his cock into me quickly and I cried out.

I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me as he thrust in and out of my pussy. He moved his hands down to my thighs and pushed them apart, ensuring that the cameras could see his thickness spreading me. He was fully supporting me and he was completely fucking me. I tried to help but he took all control. It was clear that he wanted to be the one controlling the movement between us. He groped and squeezed my breasts as he thrust upwards into my pussy. He moved my legs to be in a bit of a squatting position, just over his lap. My feet were on the floor on either side of him. He would alternate between fondling my breasts and grabbing my waist to pull me down onto his shaft.

He would say my name every now. His voice prompted me to turn my head towards him. Each time I did that he would kiss me deeply and thrust just that much faster. When he moved his hand down to my pussy and began gently and slowly rubbing my clit while he fucked me I knew he must be getting close to cumming. I felt his cock throbbing within me. My pussy tightened and clenched as he rubbed my clit a little faster. “Cum for the cameras, Clara, show them how beautiful your body is.” I grabbed his hand as he rubbed me and dug my fingernails into his wrist as I squirted for the first time in my life. I heard him groan and felt him release deep within me, his cock pulsed and twitched with each spurt of cum. He didn’t stop rubbing me, he just slowed down. He caressed and petted my pussy as he stayed within me, When he slid free, the mixture of our cum dripped out of me, the cameras snapped the images.

We were there well beyond midnight. After a few more glasses of scotch shared between us, I sent my ex a photo. I sat on Will’s lap, my head turned to the side, kissing him. You couldn’t see it in the photo but his cock was buried deep within me. I wore the green babydoll nightie he had picked out for me. He held a sign in front of our privates and his other arm covered my breasts. The sign read: Thanks for buying her that photo session!

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