Erotica: Photo Session

Mona shifted her bag nervously from hand to hand.  She’d been crushing on this particular photographer since first seeing her work shared on Instagram.  She did gorgeous erotic sessions as well as marketing shoots for local kink vendors, and their recent casual friendship had Mona hoping for more.  They’d negotiated boundaries for this shoot more thoroughly than Mona ever recalled negotiating pick-up play scenes, but even so, she was nervous, and a tight ball of anticipation rested low in her stomach.

An assistant finally answered the door, escorting Mona back to the photographer’s lair in the back of the house.  They had a partial water setup included today, and Mona’s steps quickened as she wondered how it would go.

Innocently was the best word for the first half hour.  The assistant busied himself, occasionally disappearing for several minutes at a time, while the photographer set her equiment for a test shoot.  Brusquely, she asked Mona to take her place to begin the session.  “Panties?” she asked.  Mona blushed a little and squeezed her knees together, shaking her head in the negative.  “Good, you followed instructions,” came the distracted response as the shutter began to click, capturing the alluring combination of embarassment and arousal.

“Now flirt with me,” came the first instruction.  Mona looked puzzled and began to open her mouth when the photographer stopped her.  “With your body,” she clarified. 

Mona leaned back onto her hands, dancing her knees slightly apart, flashing glimpses of bare cunt under an indecently short dress.  The photographer clicked the shutter quickly, adjusting position around Mona as she worked.

“Harder nipples,” came the next command.  Mona pinched them through her skater-style dress, but despite the coolness of the studio space, they didn’t harden.  

“Can you help me?” Mona asked shyly.  The photographer silently handed the camera to her assistant, who continued shooting photos as she kneeled next to Mona, pinching her nipples roughly and plucking at the bars in them.  Mona found herself shifting with the beginnings of arousal, but her pierced nipples remained uncooperative. 

With a small noise of frustration, the photographer bent her head and placed her mouth directly on the stubborn buds.  The sucking came hard and immediate, and Mona’s nipples began to respond.  The photographer bit solidly behind the bar, and that took Mona’s nipples the rest of the way to rock-hard.  She moaned quietly into her closed mouth, trying to maintain some degrees of professionalism despite the hungry mouth on her nipple.    She vaugely heard the shutter clicking as her head fell back and she wantonly pressed the nipple more firmly into the photographer’s mouth.  “That ought to do it,” the photographer said, distantly, reclaiming the camera from the assistant, who had been shooting photos the whole time she’d worked up some decently sized wet patches on the font of Mona’s dress.

Mona rubbed her bare thighs together slightly, immagining that mouth a little lower.  Another command came, “Turn over and offer me sex without speaking a word.”  Mona shyly raised to her knees, dress still ruffled from her earlier shifting.  She played with the hem of her dress, teasingly flashing even longer glimpses of bare pussy than before.  Mona dropped to hands and knees, the skirt hitching up over bare ass, totally exposing her.  She arched her back and slid her knees slightly apart, teasing with what she had heard was quite a lovely bare cunt.  She reached a hand back and covered it briefly, glancing flirtatiously at the photographer from over her shoulder, then took a slap of opportunity, the sound of bare skin being slapped ruined by moisture already pooling under her hand.  With a flush, she quickly withdrew the hand, sitting back on her heels and letting her knees slide outwards until she rested her pussy almost on the floor, still glancing back over her shouder every so often.  The shutter clicked furiously as the photographer recorded each moment.

“Such a wet little pussy,” she murmured.  “I can see it from here.  Take the dress off and show me that body, naughty girl.”

Fuck.  Mona had already been turned on, but being called a naughty girl just hit the accelerator on her excitement.  She slowly pulled the dress off over her head, the flush of arousal evident between her legs.  The photographer shot photos from all the angles, being sure to capture Mona’s swollen cunt.

She handed the camera off again.  “Are you ready for the fun part?” she asked.  Mona nodded her continued consent as the photographer held one finger up menacingly, then dropped it down to touch Mona’s clit lightly.  The whirr of the shutter continued as the photographer expertly rubbed wetness into every crevice of Mona’s wet little slit, and she rocked her hips against the finger in response.  “Lay back,” came the next command, and she obeyed with haste.  A tongue began firmly probing Mona’s clit, and she began to see stars.  The photographer began adding spanks and slaps, creating ripples of flesh.  She reached a hand out as if demanding something, and didn’t stop what she was doing until an object was placed there.  She began using a crop on Mona’s ass and thighs, mouth still pleasuring the wet little nub at her core.

The crop must have had a special handle.  Its direction was reversed and slid into Mona, and in that manner she was alternately spanked and fucked with the handle until she was crying for release.  Mona trembled and made glorious sounds at her treatment, not daring to believe she was finally in the hands of her idol, with hours left to come.