[MF] A photographer and his married model learn to be more bold on their second session

I used to be a photographer, as a hobby. This was before cameras were in every pocket. It was fun and I liked it. I shot portraiture and most other kinds of photographs.

I would ask people I knew to model — almost always women, and most would say yes. Almost all were flattered I asked. Some were only eager to get photos of themselves. And some, I found out, craved the power dynamic of being brought to a private place and being told what to wear, and how to move, and how to use and expose their bodies, and that the result was being captured indelibly in a medium they were powerless to control.

Anyway, almost always, a few days after shooting, a model would express happiness in what we captured, but that she wished there were more, and she’d offer to pose again one day.

And once in a while, one would apologize for seeming too shy, and promise next time she’d be more bold.

And once in another while, she’d ask to be told to do more.

This is about photography, but you won’t get my photos. I lost them a long time ago anyway, but also I wouldn’t post without her permission. It’s been a while.

There was one woman who was the wife of a acquaintance of mine. I asked her. She said yes right away. First shoot, she brought some coats and button-down shirts, and took my suggestions but we used what she brought, and she modeled with shorts or panties on, but many shots with coats and shirts unbuttoned area between her breasts exposed. Kind of risqué. We had a lot of fun. We had been lightly flirty for months already but this session was amped up even more.

I showed here the shots I kept, a week later, and she liked a lot, but said she was interested in more. I don’t remember the phrasing she used, in our online chat, but it was obvious she liked being told what to do, and that she wanted to obey more. We set up another shoot, two more weekends out.

This time, it was in a room with a bed. And we used the bed, of course. She laid on it, and I encouraged what I saw her do that I liked. In 20 minutes, 100 pictures in, she was on her back on the bed, topless. Panties on. Playing with her tits, looking up over her shoulder, biting her lip.

It looked a lot like the start of this, which I found on Reddit: https://imgur.com/a/1GXfC

I took a few more pictures, and then hesitated. She asked what she could do next. I didn’t know if I wanted to go any farther, but she asked, “Maybe if I play with myself?”

“Yesss, good”, I said, and she slipped her hand down, and used the other hand to tug her panties away from her body. I fired off several shots.

I was too shy to ask her to take off her panties, so I said something dumb like, “I liked it a lot when you were pinching your nipples.”

She “Mmmmhmmm”ed, and reached up to take them into her hands again, and instead of taking off her panties, she stopped exposing her mound and pussy to me. “Tell me what to do.”

I chucked, and said “You don’t have enough hands to touch your pussy too.”

And she said, “I knoowwwww.” and then “Will you rub my tits instead?”

She scooted around, closer to the edge of the bed, head and tits closer to me, and legs farther away. I shot several pictures down the length of her body, tits to pussy to open knees. Her fingers circled her little clit gently.

“What now?”, she asked.

I wrapped the camera strap around my wrist and set the exposure control to automatic, so I had a free hand, and I touched her for the first time, fingertips from her collar bone, the middle of her chest and to her breast. I covered it with my hands, and her skin felt warm to my touch, so my hand must have felt quite warm to her.

She strummed her clit more vigorously, and I took several more pictures, with her gasping on her back, head at the edge of the bed, next to me. My large hand on her sternum and cupped over her breast. I spread my fingers and pinched them together around her nipple, and she groaned and squirmed and gasped “hnnnnngggggg, yesssss.”

“Now slip two fingers into your pussy,” I demanded.

She moaned, “Yessss,” and she held her panties away from her body with her wrist and curled fingers down and into herself, massaging inside while her other hand strummed her button

Her face contorted into the look of painful ecstasy that we know, and her mouth opened in a fierce groan. I looked down, from above her, as she laid on her back, and the tongue in her open mouth curled in a way that I saw the soft bottom of her tongue, working itself to the roof of her mouth in a “hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” sound.

I shot several more photos of this wondrous view, and then reached down underneath the back of her neck and cradled her head, and said, “Push this way a little, so your neck is almost to the edge of the bed.”

“Yessssss sir,” she panted.

I let go of her as she positioned herself closer, and I then told her to tilt her chin upward and open her mouth. “Now I want you to curl your tongue around the head of my cock,” I told her as I unfastened and unzipped my trousers.

Her head hung backwards at the edge of the bed. I approached her. She reached upward (to her) and hooked her fingers around my ass cheeks and pulled me to her mouth, taking me inside. I snapped several pictures again, as it breached her tongue, forcing it out of the way, forcing her cheeks full. She stuck out her tongue, sliding it along the top of my cock. Snap, snap, snap, snap.

It looked somewhat like this, also found on Reddit. https://gfycat.com/clumsypepperyeel

I reminded her, “You’re supposed to be fingering yourself.” And then, my final order “I want you to orgasm three times before I explode in your throat. Show me.”

She let go of my ass and resumed working her fingers in her panties. I took only a few more pictures, before I put the camera down, and put both hands on her breasts, and I put pressure on her chest and used it to rock her body toward me as I fucked her mouth. She gagged twice, and I slowed down, and took longer, slower strokes, eventually working my way back to thrusting deep and hard into her mouth and throat.

I could feel and hear by the moans she made and by the flush of her skin and the rhythmic movements of her hands that she was about to come, so I let go and fired off several shots with the camera resting next to her.

She finished coming off that orgasm after a half a minute, and then I heard a disapproving “nnnn-mmm” from her, and she took a hand out of her panties, and reached up to grab my hands again and put them on her tits. As they covered her, she squeezed around my hands hard, and I took that as permission to be more rough. I really grabbed her this time, with fingers apart, and did my finger-squeezing-nipple thing again, as I resumed my pace fucking into her. With the pinch, she was coming again as her hands got back down to her pussy.

And that was too much for me. I had been on the edge of coming for several minutes now, and having her come from my cock in her throat and hands around her tits was too much.

I warned her and started pulling out, but she again reached up and wrapped her hands around my legs and hanged on for dear life, my cock still deep in her. My soul left my body in an enormous eye-watering, head-spinning orgasm.

I don’t know how I didn’t fall or faint, but soon I was sitting on the bed, with her face giggling in my lap, looking up at me.

She sheepishly apologized for not reaching a third, and we agreed we should try again in a few weeks. But, real life postponed it several times, and we never got back around to it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rvh1x5/mf_a_photographer_and_his_married_model_learn_to