My Portrait Session · Part 2

My Portrait Session · Part 2 (2/2)
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Mark spent a few minutes saying good-bye to the prior customers and afterward walked toward Sarah an me with a big smile on his face. He had a smile that could charm the pants off a nun. Mark led me down a short corridor to the camera room we were going to use for my sitting. Along the way I could see into several other camera rooms that were situated off the same corridor. One of these has a good selection of toys for children. Evidently Mark also did a fair amount of child photography. I remarked to him that child photography must take a great deal of patience and he was quick to agree.

Another camera room that I caught a glimpse of was apparently used for the erotic photos that I had seen in the display. This room was furnished with a brass bed, a large divan, and several large, comfortable looking chairs. The furniture was arranged in such a way that by changing the camera angle it would appear in the picture to be an entirely different room. This was also the largest camera room that Mark used. Mark suggested that I use one of the dressing rooms there to adjust my makeup and hair and that as soon as I was ready we could begin. It took only a short time to fine tune my appearance and I followed Mark into the last camera room along the corridor.

The room was not as large as I had expected. This may have been due to the array of lights and props that were present here. I could see that this was the real workhorse camera room for the studio. Mark asked me to sit on a small stool behind a black velvet draped posing table. I was just a little nervous and Mark told me that the first few shots would probably not be the ones that I would pick as my final prints, but that after I relaxed a bit we would get some fine photos. It was very evident that as well as being a photographer, Mark was also a bit of a psychologist. He knew exactly how I felt. As the session progressed we began a little small talk about nothing in particular.

The conversation ranged from the weather to the state of the national economy. I was impressed by Mark's ability to keep up his end of the conversation no matter what subject I brought up. Eventually I asked about the erotic photos that I had seen on the walls of his reception area. Mark said that he had started doing those more or less as a favor to very close friends who wanted something other than the run of the mill portraits of themselves or wives or girlfriends. I said that the idea of posing for that kind of photo was very intrigueing for me but that I didn't know if I could really go through with the nudity in front of a camera.

The lingerie poses would be easy for me to do, but totally baring myself for the camera was a different story. Actually, the idea was more than a little exciting for me. I could very easily see myself nude with Mark. Mark excused himself from the room for a moment and when he returned he told me that he had asked Sarah to rearrange his next few customers. He explained that he would be doing some of his special glamour photos of me. I was a little surprised, but after a few minutes agreed as long as I had the final say as to what was done with the finished prints and the negatives.

Mark led me back down the corridor we had used previously and we entered the camera room that held the brass bed and divan. Mark explained that we would start out with some less revealing photos and work our way to photos that would be as explicit and revealing as I felt comfortabe with. I would be in total control of exactly how explicit and revealing the photos would be. We started the session on the divan. In the first few poses I was seated or half reclining. I opened my blouse to reveal my lace bra and raised my skirt to show my legs and stockings. When the tops of my thighs was exposed to the camera I could feel a bit of heat starting to build inside me.

I had done pretty much the same thing while trying to get a man interested in me, but this was like trying to seduce a machine. Mark came out from behind the camera to make small adjustments to my pose or clothing, but for the most part, it seemed as though it was only me and the camera lens in the room. Mark encouraged me with soft words and I began to respond by getting a little more explicit in my posing. I started by gently caressing my legs and inner thighs with my hands. Next I removed my blouse and loosened my bra. With my bra hanging from my shoulders by it's straps I reached under it and slowly began to kneed and squeeze my breasts.

My nipples grew stiff in response and I could feel the electricity building inside my body. I absolutely loved being the sole recipient of all the attention and at that moment decided that the sky was the limit. I stood and removed my bra completely and let my skirt drop to the floor. Now I was cald only in panties, garter, hose, and shoes. The air in the room was cool and soothing on my exposed skin. I returned to the divan and idly traced little patterns on my breasts with my fingertips while Mark loaded more film into the camera. I hoped he had a lot of film; I was planning on giving him a good show. I turned my back to the camera and leaned forward over the back of the divan.

My rear was thrust out to the camera and my legs were spread slightly. AS I looked sideways over my shoulder into the camera lens I began caressing my inner thighs. I ran my hand up and down and around the exposed flesh. I grasped the fabric of my panties and pulled it tight between my cheeks. The sensation of tension between my cheeks and against my lower lips made my pulse race. God, but I loved this! My hips began to slowly sway back and forth as I got more and more self involved. I ran my fingers from back to front, thracing the contours of my intimate areas. I could feel the familiar wetness building inside my love canal. My panties were now more than a little damp.

I slowly slid a finger into myself and Mark said that he felt that this was going to be a very special photo session. I could hardly hear him as my passion built. I turned and sat on the divan. I had to tug just a little to get my panties off, as they were pulled up tightly in my slit. I leaned back and spread my thighs slightly. I could still hear the camera shutter and looked over at Mark. He was starting to look very good to me by this time. I think the bulge in the front of his pants had a lot to do with that. Soon I would check out some of his other equipment, but for now I was going to give him a photo session that he'd not soon forget.

Lying back with my legs spread I reached down and opened myself up fully for the camera. I teased myself with my fingertips. I traced the edges of my opening and lightle stroked my clit. Unlike earlier at home, this time there were no little explorers. It was just me and I was determined to make this a memorable occasion. I pushed first one and then two fingers deep into my pussy and, as I had done earlier, ground my flesh between my fingers and my pubic bone. I could feel my climax building to a peak. I used my free hand to torment my clit as I dug into my pussy. I graoned and squealed and finally came with a shudder.

The camera had stopped it's winking and Mark stood staring wide- eyed at me. Now it was time to do a little exploring of my own. I sat upright again and asked Mark to come nearer so that I could show my appreciation for all he had allowed me to experience. He came to me and stood between my open knees. I didn't want to hide anything from him as I thanked him. I ran my hands up his thighs and stroked his stiff tool through his pants. I knew that I would not be disappointed in the equipment that I had not yet seen. I could just make out the shape of his cock head through the fabric. I needed to see and feel more. I opened and lowered his pants and shorts. His cock was beautiful!

Here, in front of me, was a good 9" of stiff muscle. I ran my hands up and down the shaft and felt it jump and twitch a little each time I made contact with the ridge of the head. I played with the opening in the end. by pulling gently to the sides, I could open his cock a little and I lightly the tip of my tongue around and into this little opening. Mark's hands held the back of my head firmly to his groin. His cock pumped in and out of my mouth as I ran my hands over his balls and ass. I was not sucking him. Rather he was fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy. This hadn't been done to me before and I loved it. I felt totally under his control and he could use me any way he wanted.

He was completely involved in his own pleasure, as I had been a short time before. His cock was so large that there was no way he could get all of it into my mouth at one time. He would reach down and gently hold my face to adjust the pressure on his cock. Sometimes he would pull it out of my mouth, only to force it back in as if he was teasing my pussy with it. He was firm with his urging and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop until he was ready for me to. Just as I started to taste a few drops of his emission he ulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around and bend over the divan. I eagerly complied. From this position he began to use his hands to explore my intimate regions.

I felt him reach between my thighs and make contact with my clit. His touch was firm and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I wanted him inside me, but he wasn't ready to do anything but toy with me yet. I begged him to shove his cock into me, but he only said that I wasn't ready yet. I rocked forward and back, trying to feel his tool against my opening and maybe slip a little of it inside. He just backed up out of reach. He was enjoying teasing me too much to complete our act yet. Now he had two fingers inside me and was kneeding the flesh between my pussy and anus with them and his thumb. I bucked against his hand and felt the tip of his thumb begin to enter my anus.

It was the most pleasant pain that I had ever felt! I wanted him to never stop. Suddenly, I was empty. Mark had removed both his fingers and his thumb from my body. I began to feel a blunt pressure at the opening of my pussy. This was the moment I had wanted to happen. He pushed slowly and steadily until he was in to the base of his beautiful cock. I thrust my hips backward to get the most penetration I could. I was completely filled as I had never been filled before. I felt stretched and I swear I could feel every bump and contour of his magnificent tool. Sometimes he would pull out completely and then thrust quickly into me until he was buried to the root.

Now I could feel the familiar pressure of his finger trying to get into my anus as his prick filled my pussy. I thought I'd explode as his finger probed deeper and deeper into my rear. Then there were two fingers in my anus. I squealed and moaned at the new sensations that were coursing through my body. Then I was empty again. Now Mark told me to get on the floor and assume a position with my head down and my rear in the air. When I had taken this position I felt completely vulnerable and at his mercy. I had a feeling I knew what was to come and was more than a little apprehensive. Again my anus was filled by his fingers.

This time Mark was trying his best to get a third finger inside me and it took several tries before he succeeded. I had never been taken from the rear and didn't really know what to expect, although I had a rough idea. He removed his fingers and I could begin to feel the dull pressure of his cock against my anus. I felt myself begin to stretch to accomodate the intruder and my reflex was to try to get away from the pressure. Mark reached down and took firm hold of my hips and prevented me from avoiding his thrusts. Ever so slowly, my resistance lessened and I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass.

It ached a bit, but Mark momentarily stopped his thrusting and gave me a little time to relax and grow accustomed to the new sensation. Relax I did. I even began to slowly rock back and forth trying to get just a little more of him inside me. The discomfort gradually was replaced by a feeling of building pleasure and I wanted more and more of him inside my no longer virgin ass. It wasn't long befor Mark again began his thrusting. I could feel him slipping a little farther into me with each thrust. I couldn't believe that he'd be able to get all of that massive cock into my ass, but he did. I had never before felt so full.

He had all of his cock buried in my ass and began to take long, slow strokes in and out. A few times he would take his cock completely out and I would rock my ass in the air looking for it. At these times he wasn't quite so gentle when he put it back in. He thrust it hard and quickly all the way to the root and several times I found myself graoning with the mixture of pain and pleasure. I had gradually lowered myself until I was lying on my stomach on the floor. Mark was on top of me and all his weight was driving his cock deep into my ass. I couldn't have moved out from under him even if I had wanted to.

By now I knew that I was being used only for his pleasure and that our coupling wouldn't end until Mark was satisfied. I threw my head back and forth and dug at the carpet with the fingers of my outstretched hands. Never before had I been brought to such peaks of pleasure! Suddenly Mark started to push harder and faster. His cock was like a piston in my ass. With his hands on my shoulders he drove his massive tool into me with one last spasmodic thrust and I could almost feel my bowels fill with his thick semen. Covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, Mark collapsed on my back. Little by little I could feel his prick relaxing. I clenched him tightly with my sphincter.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to stop, but I was more than a little worn out from our session. Mark rolled slowly off my back and I yelped a little as his cock pulled free from my anus. I felt empty and more than just a little tender. It was almost as though his prick was still buried in my anus. We rose and quickly dressed. We'd been involved in sex long enough to raise a few suspicions about why the photo session was taking so long. Also I was sure that the noises coming from the camera room were quite a bit louder and coarser than the usual session.

As I left the room I assured Mark that I'd return soon to see the proofs and that if I wasn't completely satisfied he'd have to do everything over again until I was. What I didn't tell him was that there was no possible way that I would be satisfied until we had at least one more session!

My Portrait Session · Part 2 (2/2)
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