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My feeble attempts at dissuasion didn’t last long. In truth, since we’d been in that studio my desire for him to capture more stunning images of me was overtaking even my need to sleep with him. I eventually relented and trudged over to the studio. I thought he’d start fussing with lights, giving me makeup, building a set, but he did none of those things.

He started taking shots as soon as I got up and walked. “I’m not ready yet!” I squealed, peering back over my shoulder at him.

“Good,” he grinned. “Keep walking go to the middle of the space.”

I did as he instructed, bringing my hands up to my hair and putting a little prance in my step. I knew raising my arms was showing my ass off to the camera, but I didn’t care. Caleb was amazing. He didn’t give too many instructions, just let me be free, but he couldn’t tell me enough how beautiful I was, how hot I looked. It was doing wonders for my self-esteem.

I reached the single stool in the center of the white set. Caleb had me try some cheesy poses, some thoughtful poses, some arty poses, and with every compliment or instruction, I could feel my body coming more alive. I was the inspiration for a world renown artist. I was feeling on top of the world, like I could do anything.

He came up to me and showed some of the shots he’d taken, on the screen of his digital SLR. I gasped the first time he showed me a good one. My long hair looked loose and wavy, but my makeup had run a little where I’d been crying. However, the way he had me posing and pouting, it looked amazing. Glamorous, sophisticated, yet still raw. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he made me look.

He left me holding his camera and cycling through the shots. “Where’re you going?” I asked.

“I need my film camera,” he shouted back. “It creates a different tone. Go on back to the stool and get undressed.”

“What, all the way?” I questioned him.

“All the way, baby.”

I stepped back over to the stool and slipped off my underwear before he got back. “Do I have to be totally nude?” I asked him again, feeling like a silly little schoolgirl. It just wasn’t something I’d done before.

“It’s up to you, Paige,” he sighed, returning to the set. “I’m not here to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

I felt it, though. I felt like the magic would only come if I wasn’t comfortable. That’s what had made the first shot so great. I took a deep breath and lifted the shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.

My nipples went hard like bullets. Gooseflesh crept along my arms, my thighs, and around my breasts as I felt his eyes move over my naked flesh. I struggled not to shiver. “How do you want me?” I asked him, trying to sound as grown-up and professional as I could.

He posed my body turned away from him, my shoulders and face twisting back to the camera, my arms crossed over my tits and one foot on the stool. Next, he had me sat on the smooth wood of the stool, my legs crossed modestly, then through another tasteful and beautiful pose, and then another, always careful to not show too much of me to the camera at once, and constantly telling me how beautiful, sexy, and sensual I looked in his deep, husky voice. It took just moments before I could feel my pussy twitching and wet. He made me feel like the most gorgeous thing in the world and I was craving his touch.

Please just come over here and do me, I implored him in my head, as I sat reveling in the attention and the look of desire in his eyes as he spoke to me.

“Can I show you possibly the most erotic thing in the world?” he suddenly said, coming out from behind his camera. He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed another Nikon DSLR from his bag, one with a much shorter lens, and came right up to me. “Turn to the side,” he whispered. “Put your hands up into your hair.” He took his camera and focused on my bare, rounded breast, and squeezed off a salvo of shots.

He showed me the viewer. There was my breast, proud and firm, the nipple straining to a diamond-hard point, thanks to the cool air in the room and my own state of arousal, with the skin around it tight and covered with goosebumps. “Wow,” I breathed.

“Why do you think that looks so sexy?” he whispered, his face close beside mine.

“It’s pure arousal,” I realized. “The hard nipple… the flesh… like it’s tingling… desperate to be touched.”

“Exactly,” he murmured, “It’s the way your body looks after you’ve just had an orgasm. That’s the shot I want to get.”

I felt my already wet pussy throburgently. Whether he was being professional or just trying to excite me, I didn’t care. I knew how we could get that shot. I was certain of it.

I turned to face him, my eyes fixed on his kissable lips, my face just inches from his. I saw the faintest hint of a smile form around his mouth before ourmouths were quickly pressed hard together again. I couldn’t tell who’d moved in first, I just felt him parting my lips, his soft tongue pushing in to caress mine. That sensation caused another aching throb from between my legs and brought a low moan from deep within my chest. His hands slid up my back and behind my neck, his touch warm against my soft skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me, until he took hold and pulled medown to the floor with him.

My knees hit the ground hard as I straddled him, but I didn’t care. I drove my fingers roughly into his hair while I devoured his mouth, my hips flexing gently by themselves as my naked sex waited, poised, over his crotch.

“Wait, wait!” Caleb broke off to say. “We can’t do this.”

“Yes, we can,” I smiled, my hand finding the hard lump in his pants.

“Seriously, I… I can’t. You’re a student and I have a wife!”

“Fuck that!” I breathed into his mouth, fumbling to pull his slacks apart. “And please fuck me!”

I took his lips pressing back against mine as a signal to continue and, finally, was able to wrench his pants open. I raised up on my knees, his hands sliding under myass and his mouth moving to devour myhot tits as they dangled heaving before his face.Ifinally had his rock-hard cock in my hands and I was so ready for it. I steered his shaft until the smooth tip of him slid along the moist folds of my pussy, to line up with my willing hole.

His lips and teeth gently working over mytingling breasts, and the light pressure of him against myfrantic sex threatened to sendmy body into a trembling frenzy before he was even inside me.

“Oh, my God!” I sighed, desperate to end the torture but unwilling to give up the incredible feeling of anticipation that ran through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed, reaching for his camera, “just like that…”

The ecstatic torment became unbearable. So, with his shutter clicking like a machine gun, I slammed myself down on him.

“Ohhh… Fuck!” I groaned as he rammedhimself insideme, parting my soft walls with ease and driving ever deeper. I ground my full weight against his hips, enclosing him completely and forcing his long dick so deep intome, it pressed low cry, something between pleasure and pain, from my mouth.

“My God! Your pussy feels amazing,” he gasped, dropping the camera so his hands could cupmy sensitive breasts, and more soft moans fell from my lips as he twitched and moved lightly inside my quivering sheath. “You’re so beautiful… so fucking desirable…” he kept whispering. His words were turning me on almost as much as the feel of him hard inside me.

We began moving as one, slipping Caleb’s thick cock in and out of me with an ever-increasing urgency, each caress of our hot flesh together provoking moans and sighs of ecstasy, reaching higher in pitch as the sensations become even more unbearably electric, I could hardly move anymore.

He grabbed my butt again, holding me still and rigid in his arms, and began slamming himself furiously in and out of my pussy. My painfully pointed nipples ached, my skin tingled almost excruciatingly, and myloins felt like they were on fire, ready to explode and tear my body apart, until, with an almighty thrust, he speared me deeper than ever before and Ifinally burst in orgasmic rapture.

I screamed, mywhole body going into spasm as I tried to wriggle away from the intensity of it,yet still trying to cram even more of him inside me at the same time. My vision went white and I became oblivious to the criesfalling from my mouth. Somewhere, though, as I felt as though I was leaving my body, I heard the camera clicking again.

He stopped moving and the ecstasy fell away a little. Every nerve still felt like it was shooting fireworks, my muscles responding as though they were coated with the most exquisitely soft velvet, and my vision was still blurred, as he lifted my off him, helping me to lay down on the floor. I’d never felt a rapture like it, never had such a thunderingly powerful orgasm in my life, and I knew it would take only the slightest touch to send me off to that incredible oblivion once again.

“You look so fucking sexy, right now,” I heard him say. He posed me so I lay on my front, leaning up on my side, with one leg up to hide my swollen pussy. I was able to focus on him and the lens for an instant, watching his handsome face smile at me from behind the camera as he took the shot.

“You’re still hard,” I managed to point out, watching his amazing cock as he stripped off his clothes. I reached out and took hold of him, pulling him back toward me. I was finding it hard to move so he just scooched up behind me, his firm stomach brushing against my ass and back, until he was able to slide easily back into me. “OH, FUCK!” I moaned loudly, his long staff penetrating me from behind, pushing deep into my pussy and driving all those wild sensations out through my body again.

He felt so incredible inside me, I was instantly lost to pleasure again, reduced to a writhing, panting, moaning thing as he fucked me gently. Hours, it felt like, he kept gliding smoothly in and out of me, keeping me tingling so intensely I wanted to beg him to come but I couldn’t let myself form the words and end this ecstasy.

I soon heard him gasp, though, and felt him grow even harder inside me. I didn’t think it possible to feel any more powerful pleasure than I had been but, as he drove himself even harder and further, one last time, the sensation of him finally bursting deep within me was indescribable. I shrieked and cried, willing him to keep shooting his hot seed against my velvet walls, before he squeezed out his very last drop out and fell breathless against my salty, sweat-covered back.