Strike A Pose

 

She arrived at the address of the studio, hands and arms trembling as she closed the taxi door. She turned to stare at the different buzzers on the front entrance of the building she had been instructed to arrive at... She took a deep breath and pressed number 4 as she had been told to. She hoped her nerves wouldn’t show when the photographer came and answered the door. She said a silent prayer that he would simply let her in with a smile and would pretend not see just how unsure she was. She had only been scouted days before, approached by a model agency. She took the card she was offered and the very next day she was in the offices of the agency, in a whirl of discussions, and stylists and staff taking test shot polaroid’s. Before she was able to catch her breath she was here, where she stood now, at the studio of a photographer, about to do her first modelling gig. Her nerves were mixed with excitement, her optimism churned relentlessly with trepidation. All these emotions, rational and irrational, whirled around in her stomach. They made her dizzy and feel cold sweat on her body as each second spun by headily and without her feeling fully in control. Questions filled her mind. Could she cut it as a model? Was this a whole new world she was stood in front of? Would it change her life?

 

 

The scared anxious young model need not have worried. My research partner played the role of the confident assured photographer perfectly. When he answered the door to the model, he beams a huge smile that served to wrap around her immediately, to keep her snug and warm in a thick all-encompassing blanket of reassurance. He put her at this complete ease with his twinkling kind eyes. Eyes that were accustomed to photographing beauty every day. He told her that he knew it was her first time, that they had all day to produce beautiful shots of a beautiful girl. That he would do nothing to rush her or do anything that she was uncomfortable with. His voice was soft and sweet like thick dark melting chocolate. She felt hypnotised, that she would believe anything he said to her, do anything he asked. She wanted the photographer to take charge of her, the more she heard his voice the harder and deeper she fell under what seemed like a spell. It wasn’t anything she wanted to fight. The more he talked the more she wanted to listen, to do as he instructed. To let him be her first guide in this new glamorous world.

 

 

He instructed her to change into the outfit he had picked for her. Tiny grey shorts that clung to her peachy arse and a transparent white flowing top barely covered her bare supple pert tits. The fabric lightly touched her pink hard nipples as she moved to pose for the camera. The boots he asked her to wear were long, grown up, boots that belonged on the legs of a much older, much more sexually confident, woman. When she put them on they were almost to her thighs with heels so high that as she stood in them she felt like a young leggy deer. They were grown up boots for a girl that was about to grow up. They were sexy and they made the young model feel sexy, like she was a different girl, older and more confident, use to being looked at and observed as a sexual creature.

 

 

She sat on the chair the photographer put in front of her and here she began to pose. She spread her legs and arched her back as the photographer took endless shots. She liked how she looked in those sexy boots. When the photographer smiled and asked her to lean across the chair, to lie back and slip her top off, to expose her small pert tits and pink hard nipples, to hold her transparent white top in hands as she lay back for the camera the model happily did as he requested. They smiled back at each other as the camera clicked, as she smiled down the lens. She continued to do as he asked, she undressed more and more. At his request she undid the buttons on her shorts, let her hands linger around her cunt as she toyed with the buttons.

 

 

By the time the model was slipping her shorts off to pose for the camera in only her black knickers and nearly thigh high boots both my research partner and I were eager to play. His hand, he told me, was wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down as his balls filled and became heavy and tight. Heavier still as he listened to me play with my toy, pressing it hard against my swollen throbbing clit. I moaned loudly as my pussy became drenched with sweet sticky pussy juice, moaning louder still as my fingers, under his instructions, found his way inside my pussy. The young model wanted to please the photographer, do as she was told as she placed one finger inside her cunt and had another stroking her arse. This all made me hornier and wetter. It made me scream with desire, for my pussy to plead for attention. I was overwhelmed with the need to be fucked hard. To slam my toy deep inside my cunt. To be filled and satisfied. To fuck myself hard and to cum and then to cum and cum again. To hear my research partner reach orgasm over and over again, to hear him try and stay in character, to describe how he was no longer taking pictures of the model but instead approaching her.

 

 

Approaching her and then running his hands along her body, stroking her firm tight tits as she played with her pussy for both their sexual gratification. How he moved close to the young model and without a word placed his lips on her knickers and with his hand pulled them to one side so that he could use his tongue to taste her saccharine juice. He wanted to run his tongue over her hard clit and feel the wetness she squirted out upon his face as he slid a finger gently inside her tight begging cunt. As he licked, tasted and smiled she leaned forward and with her hands ran her finger around his belt and stroked his huge hard cock through his trousers. She made it twitch with her light gentle touch. She used her hands to slip open his belt and to undo his buttons until she could pull his cock free from his clothing confines. He had tasted her, had the silky wet feel of her cunt on his lips, she wanted to taste him, his pre cum, to know what his massive cock felt like on her lips and in her mouth. She took him deep inside her mouth, a long slow suck that made his desire greater. She didn’t want to rush; she wanted to savour the feel of his cock, to run her tongue up and down his massive length. Slowly at first, and then becoming faster and harder, sucking with the intensity he had taken so many photographs of her with until he came in her mouth, hard, balls emptying that had become so tight and full with sexual need. As he came in her mouth she came from his fingers skilfully playing with her clit and fingering her pussy roughly. The rougher he was the more she liked it and he knew from her screams just how much she liked it. That she was not such an innocent first time model now.

 

 

The more we acted out this role play the more intensely we were both flooded with sexual desire. We were both overwhelmed with the need to fuck over and over again. And that is how the night of this role play ended, two friends separated ,connected only by a phone line ,getting each other off, until they collapsed breathless into a sleepy calming satisfied sea of sexual bliss.

For Amy, this role play was a good suggestion. Lots of fun to act out and to write about. Thank you Amy and for all my other readers do keep the suggestions coming, this is all too much fun.

 

 

Do you like the boots?

 

Striking a pose !!

 

On my knees saying please !!

 

Come and get me !!