Motoko’s Nude Photo Shoot
“You didn’t say a word to me when I entered. You simply turned me around after kissing me on the cheek and used your hands to delicately take off every article of clothing that adorned me, until I was standing in the middle of the room completely naked. Goosebumps covered my exposed flesh, the vulnerability weakening my knees as my shyness spread through my legs.
After asking for permission, you used your skilled fingers to coat every inch of my body with a shiny lavender oil that smelled almost as intoxicating as it felt. I tingled under the touch of your warm broad hands as you circled my buttery, now fully puckered nipples, matched the curve of my tense hips, and slid patiently between my thighs to coat the skin around my damp pussy. I was unable to speak.
It was every bit as intimate as a massage, but you didn’t linger. You helped me step into the highest, strapless platform fuck me heels I have ever seen, and then you stood back to look at me.”
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I had seen your work before. The models you shot were all much more beautiful than me, their bodies were so fit and gorgeous. I wasn’t slender and tall like that. I was short and had been told on more than one occasion that I was kind of thick. I was also new to modeling with only a handful of shoots to my name. I felt myself a lamb, and you a lion. There was no way you had just sent me an email wanting to schedule me in for a photo shoot. No possible way.
Your email said you needed shots for an erotic nude personal project and asked if I was available at 2pm. My heartbeat quickened at the thought, and I could all of a sudden feel the wetness of my tongue. Erotic nude meant naked, naked. Not just without clothes. It required spreading my legs, abandoning my sexual modesty, and shame. I momentarily pictured myself in such a way. The embarrassment shot through me like a bolt of lightning, sucking in my breath, but I replied yes before I could think more about it.
Your follow up came quick:
- Make sure your details are clean.
- Leave your inhibitions at home.
- See you tomorrow at 2.
I unlocked my car sweating, sat in the driver’s seat, and closed the door. I was heated from within my chest with anticipation, staring at my own wide eyes in the rearview mirror. What I had gotten myself into was the most explicit kind of erotic dream. It was overwhelming beyond belief and terrifyingly exciting. My plump breasts strained against the inside of my bra as my nipples swelled, in need of pinching. There was no way this really happening.
I avoided reality that morning, painting my toenails off-white. In the shower, I didn’t think about what was coming as I trimmed my pussy hairs near bald and shaved my legs clean. I stood before my full-length mirror but avoided my own eyes, combing my bangs and glossing my lips. I sprayed my body with a tangerine scent and dressed as I would any other day.
* * * *
You didn’t say a word to me when I entered. You simply turned me around after kissing me on the cheek and used your hands to delicately take off every article of clothing that adorned me, until I was standing in the middle of the room completely naked. Goosebumps covered my exposed flesh, the vulnerability weakening my knees as my shyness spread through my legs.
After asking for permission, you used your skilled fingers to coat every inch of my body with a shiny lavender oil that smelled almost as intoxicating as it felt. I tingled under the touch of your warm broad hands as you circled my buttery, now fully puckered nipples, matched the curve of my tense hips, and slid patiently between my thighs to coat the skin around my damp pussy. I was unable to speak.
It was every bit as intimate as a massage, but you didn’t linger. You helped me step into the highest, strapless platform fuck-me heels I have ever seen, and then you stood back to look at me.
* * * *
My oily calves glistened against the natural light creeping in through the glass walls surrounding your loft. Up until that point I had successfully hidden my arousal but by then I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked like an edible fuck toy to you. The broad protrusion pushing out the leg of your light jeans was definitely your rising erection, the sight of which caused me to hide my hungry slit in shame.
I had one request and I couldn’t believe I was asking it because I knew what it would do to the images we created. But without that one thing, I didn’t think I would get through the shoot. I was shaking, losing my sense of balance as my cunt lips began to fold open on their own. I summoned all the courage I could muster to ask if I could keep my sunglasses on.
You looked at me sideways as I quickly lied about a procedure I had, and how my eyes were very sensitive to light. You smiled in a way that led me to believe you knew the real reason why I wanted to hide my eyes, but thankfully you allowed it. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Wearing the sunglasses meant that you wouldn’t catch me staring at your muscly boner, or looking away when the feeling of being raunchy in front of you overwhelmed me.
You stepped back and snapped a few shots before asking me a favor that nearly caused me to wet myself. You asked that since I was wearing sunglasses, could you pull your dick out of your jeans so it didn’t have to strain against the denim throughout the entire shoot.
I stared at the floor. Could you hear my heart pounding? You were openly acknowledging your penis and its hardness. You were also implying that photographing me naked was going to keep you hard, and I blushed with my entire body. It was a level of honest sexual freedom I was unfamiliar with. I didn’t want to believe that looking at me could keep you erect after all the models you had shot, but what girl would say no to that? I nodded yes and swallowed hard because I was too astonished to speak, desperately hoping I could survive the sight of it.
The sound of unzipping made my steps wobbly, my clit humming as I turned to sit on the leather couch. I settled into position and I looked up to see you had pulled the full length of your meaty penis out of the zipper hole in your jeans.
I swallowed hard again, quickly looking away. I lost the nerve to gaze upon it in detail until I remembered my glasses. You had such a beautiful, delicately shaped dick. It was thick, bulky, and buff. I was breathing so hard, mesmerized by the wet tip. It just hung there in front of me expectantly, as you scrolled through the last few shots on your camera. I inadvertently licked my lips.
* * * *
I opened my legs wide for your camera when you asked me to. Though I was dying inside as you sculpted me into every man’s fantasy, I did everything you asked of me. I began to revel in the pleasure of posing for your arousal, carefully angling my legs and feet in ways that felt appealing. You would click a few shots between my gapping thighs and then generously stroke your dick a few times in clear view. It stood straight up for me like a tall rocket pointed at the stars, and I wanted it to know the juiciness of my slit. I felt a sense of pride in your hardness, and never wanted to let it soften.
Occasionally you would run your hand along the curve of my calf muscle, gathering oil off my skin to lubricate your stocky dong. The sunlight would catch it saluting me, causing it to gleam as it wagged around the room, taunting me. I caught myself imagining the weight of it holding down my tongue, forcing my mouth to open wider.
Sometimes you didn’t notice the long clear strands of pre-cum streaming from the swollen tip of your seductive dick that I so desperately wanted to experience. Sometimes I didn’t notice my eager pussy leaking warm sticky syrup down my inner thighs either.
* * * *
You would lay beneath me to get the proper framing for a shot, and I would hover over you, absentmindedly watching your brawny balls shift beneath your dense pole. They didn’t hang, sagging and low like balls typically do. Yours were taut and plump. They sat up, round and fat like fresh summer plums. I wanted to brush my toes against them, and along your twitching shaft.
You would set me into a pose, snap a few more shots, and then sit back and stroke your oily cock as you looked at my nakedness positioned so provocatively. I had thoroughly surrendered, oozing warmly from my open puss, just laying there, spread and feverish with lust, watching you edge your erection for me.
You positioned me with one leg in the air, stretching the skin around my asshole open. Your warm breath swept by my hole and I felt dizzy. My other leg was extended, between your legs, your heavy dick resting across the arch of my foot. I couldn’t be sure if you laid it there on purpose, but that’s what I wanted to believe.
You positioned me with my head down on the floor and my ass inclined high in the air. I could feel my asshole begging to open against my will, the tiny black hole threatening to show you my insides. But then I relinquished the clench of my muscles allowing my back door to look at you. I died as you photographed it.
You came around and squatted down to shoot my back, resting your glossy balls and blunt cock on the back of my head. I could feel you shifting back and forth, dragging your sack through my hair, framing the shot. I drooled all over the floor.
I can’t recall when you set the camera down, I just know the session evolved. At some point, you rubbed your massive cock all over my oily thighs. You dragged the cum filled sacks of your balls against my bent knees and up my flexed calve muscles. Somehow, two of my own fingers came sliding out of my mouth, dripping with my saliva and found their way up inside me where I was the wettest.
I began to wonder if you were going to stuff your thick penis up inside me or ejaculate on me as you gently rubbed your balls back and forth across my toes. You had to be getting close to exploding, your tip was drooling more than ever. I wished to drain you so completely of every drop. I wished you’d blanket my writhing body with your seed. I wished you would lose control, and let your tepid dick spit-shower me. I felt I had earned it.
If you had tried anything… to hump against me… to use my hands to caress you… to part my seeping lips and fuck me, I would have allowed it. I would have welcomed it. I would have spread my holes open myself for you. But you would not have been so aggressive and perhaps that’s why I felt the urgency.
In my final act of courage, I held my succulent, oily titties together like an offering of ripened fruit, and in my quietest voice, I asked, “Would you cum all over my breasts… and maybe a little on my face? Just so I can see what it feels like?”