The Photographer

Simple and quick story from a pair of characters I’ve been using for a few years. Love to hear about your ideas for future stories to write, and constructive criticism.
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“Okay, so you’re going to stand here, with your foot up, and point your cock right at her ass,” he said while trying to adjust my hips.

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m really just not feeling it,” I answered, stretching my leg and relaxing, “or SEEING it, you know?”

Kitty sat back on the chair and smiled, languishing out. The photographer snapped a few pictures of her from his spot on the floor and then moved and took some more from a different angle with both of us in the shot.

“Raphael, maybe it’d be easier for my husband if you showed him what you meant,” Kitty joked.

“Oh!” he whooped, “of course. Here, take this,” he said, handing me the camera.

Raphael stood up and Kitty resumed her position bent over the chair. He stood behind her and lifted his foot up onto the arm of the chair, holding one hand near her waist and resting the other on his hip. From this angle I could easily see Kitty’s pussy spreading open, and I enjoyed as she curled and uncurled her toes as she wiggled her butt a bit. I snapped off a burst of shots by accident and they both laughed and pulled away.