Click, click, click...
written by:
Ella

Click, Click, Click...

When I look back I often tell myself that if I'd been able to see into the future the following affair would never have happened, but deep down inside I know that I wouldn't change a single thing. After all, morality has never brought me excitement or intense sexual pleasure so if being a lusty, dirty whore on one occasion makes me a bad person then I admit, I'm a bad person. Besides, I have enough regrets...

I have to admit when the guy contacted me I wasn't that eager to take the job; family albums and portraits are my main business so when he asked me to do a portfolio of pics I nearly said no. I'd never taken ‘glamour' pics before and wondered where he'd got my number. He wouldn't say at first but after a lot of mumbling and excuses he said his friend had recommended me; I was intrigued but agreed to take them because times were slow and the money he offered was too good to turn down.

My studio's in a very nice part of town, which is why the rent is so high but it keeps away the riff-raff and time wasters. It is spacious and the natural lighting is just what I need for taking portraits. I'd booked him as my last shoot of the day and hoped to be finished within an hour then the afternoon was my own.

The morning was busy. I'd had two family sessions, including young children, and a portrait sitting which didn't go well so I was little frazzled and in need of a drink. When he walked through the door I was shocked. I'd imagined him being a fresh-faced spotty teenager, despite him telling me he was 23; I was wrong. He was tall, around 6' with dark hair and eyes and a great body, even with his clothes on! He looked as nervous as me but for different reasons.

"I've never done this type of work before so you'll have to be clear about what it is you need," I said, trying to put him at ease.

He handed me the reply letter he'd received from his job application as a dancer in the States. It also contained the fee for the shoot.

"It's all in there; the number of shots they need and the angles."

He looked away, embarrassed. I understood why when I skimmed down the letter to the relevant bit - it was specific, very specific! It was my turn to be embarrassed; I could feel the colour flood into my cheeks. I thought I'd be taking pics of him without his shirt, just bare torso not full-frontal nude shots.

"I'm too old to be doing this," I said awkwardly.

"Please, I need the pics and you're the person I want to take them."

"Why me?" I asked. I should have cancelled the job right then, told him I'd changed my mind.

"Never mind, will you take them or not?" He sounded desperate.

"Let me think about it," I said and left the room.

I went down to my apartment and stood looking out over the fields, praying for some sort of divine intervention. My eyes rested on the pile of bills that needed paying; divine intervention indeed. I returned, chilled bottle of wine in hand. Maybe it was just what we needed to help us relax. As I entered the room he was sitting with his head bowed, staring intently at the floor. He certainly didn't strike me as someone who'd take off his clothes for fun; he looked absolutely terrified.

I put down the two glasses and struggled with the corkscrew. He immediately got up and came to my aid, taking the bottle from me and opening it expertly. He poured and we nervously clinked glasses. I remained standing, he returned to the sofa. As he sat down he took a long drink of wine and smiled.

"So, who recommended me for this?" I asked.

His smile broadened.

"No-one. It was all my idea." He paused then a cheeky grin spread across his face. "You don't remember me, do you?"

It was weird; when he first came into the room I had a feeling that I knew him but couldn't think where from. I thought I'd imagined it so didn't pay it any heed. Now he was telling me that we did know each other but surely I wouldn't have forgotten him.

"I used to hang with your nephew Tommy," he said, putting me out of my misery.

I was shocked. He looked so different!

"That still doesn't explain why you chose me. If anything, I'd have thought you'd go for someone you didn't know." His answer had confused me even more. He came and stood close to me.

"I'll let you into a secret," he said conspiratorially. "I used to fantasise about you."

I took a sip of my wine, thinking I'd misheard him.

"You're joking, right?"

"No! You would never believe what I've done to you in my fantasies."

I dreaded to think and certainly wasn't going to ask. He turned and walked back to the couch.

"Shall we get started?" he asked. Before I could answer he'd taken his shirt off and draped over the back of the couch. Now, nice butts, long legs or handsome faces turn some women on. Me? I love a good pair of shoulders and believe me, this guy had very good shoulders; they were broad and muscular without being overly developed.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.

I took a deep breath and a long drink of wine and said,

"How about I take a couple of shots of you over by the staircase."

He nodded and moved across the room. When he got to the foot of the stairs he placed one foot on the bottom step and his arm across his knee, just leaning into the camera. It was a good pose. I put my wine glass down and got to work.

The first few shots were easy, I just kept clicking away while he relaxed and got used to the camera. The lens loved him; he had a sexy grin and a glint in his eye. I didn't stop shooting when he started to undo the belt on his jeans but I remember having the funniest thought: "I'm getting paid to do this!" Click, click, click.

He had tucked his hand into the waistband of his jeans and from the smile on his face he looked as if he was touching himself. I felt a sudden twinge in the pit of my stomach and a flutter in my groin. I had to mentally shake my head to focus! I bent to my knees to get a better shot just as he started to undo the buttons. Through the lens of the camera I saw the unmistakable pink of his manhood; he wasn't wearing any underwear! It suddenly hit home what I was doing and I started to panic. Just then he lifted himself out from the confines of his jeans and into open view. I closed my eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not to me, not today!

"Is this okay?" he asked. "Or should I drop them altogether?"

I was trying to be professional; act like I was a grown up but my heart was racing and there was a rushing in my ears. I was trying not to stare but I don't remember ever seeing hairless balls so I found it difficult to drag my eyes away for them.

"No, that's fine," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just need to get something. I'll be right back."

I picked up my drink and swallowed the contents in one gulp. I stood outside the door trying to stop my heart from racing and my pussy going into overdrive. This was ridiculous! Get a grip! I took a deep breath and went back into the room. He was standing naked with his back to me, filling his glass. His torso was very well proportioned, his broad shoulders narrowed to his waist then gently curved downwards to his ass, which was tight and firm; his whole body was tanned and smooth. I was staring at him again when he turned and asked,

"Do you want a refill?"

It took all my willpower not to look down or let my eyes wander. I walked past him and put my glass on the table.

"No, let's get this over with." I didn't mean to sound so clinical but it was the only way I was going to get through the next half hour.

He took up his position again at the foot of the stairs only this time he was naked; his cock was hanging flaccid between his legs, nestling between his hairless balls. I kept my mind on what I was doing; click, click, click.

I continued to shoot thinking his cock would stir into life at any second. It didn't. I looked up from the lens; he looked embarrassed.

"Sorry! I don't normally have this trouble," he said, looking miserable.

"Not a problem," I said. "Just relax, take your time."

It was clear nothing was going to happen.

"Maybe if I had something to look at," he said desperately.

I smiled, sarcastically,

"I don't keep girlie mags here."

"I wasn't thinking about that. I thought maybe if you opened the button on your shirt just so I could see the top of your breasts..." he ventured sheepishly.

I stared at him waiting for him to laugh or something.

"Please, or we could be here all night," he begged.

What made me do it I'll never know but I obliged by opening the top two buttons of my blouse.

"Maybe the next one too?" he pleaded.

I shot him a look that said I wasn't amused but opened another. It revealed my ample cleavage and the dusky pink lace that edged my bra.

"Nice," he said. "Very nice."

I didn't think he'd be aroused by the sight of my breasts but I watched as his cock stirred into life, proudly rising skywards. I moved closer to get a better shot. Through the lens I could clearly make out the veins that criss-crossed his shaft and the folds of his foreskin; but he still wasn't fully erect. Click, click, click.

I hadn't realised how close I was to him until he reached out and slipped his hand inside my blouse, moving it so my breast were exposed.

"Take it off. Please!" he asked as his cock continued to grow.

I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor then continued to work. Click, click, click.

I watched through the lens as the blood rushed to his cock tip turning it a deeper shade of pink, making the skin look as though it was about to burst.

"You have fantastic breasts, I'd love to touch them!" he said hoarsely.

I tried to ignore what he'd just said and concentrate on what I was doing but watching his cock grow and grow made my hands shake. Click, click, click.

When he put his hand on the back of my head and moved closer to me I didn't resist, even though I knew what was about to happen.

I could smell him, that strange musky odour that guys have that excites you. My camera was put to one side as I placed my hands on his thighs, not to stop him but to steady myself. His cock was only inches from my face, all pink and fat and long, now fully erect and pulsing. I moved my head closer until the tip of my tongue touched his soft pink flesh. He let out a low moan as he held my head steady.

My mind was in turmoil, this isn't what I should be doing! If I stopped now I knew I would regret it, but to carry on would fulfill one of my fantasies ...

"Oh God, please Kate don't stop," I heard him whisper. "I've wanted you for so long...!"

So I took my time. It had been a while since I'd given head; I wanted to enjoy it as much as him. I ran the tip of my tongue round the base of his cock head, savouring the taste of cum that was seeping from the eye. I lifted his beautiful smooth balls into my mouth and caressed them with my lips fascinated by the feel of them. I sucked one then the other, playing with them, teasing them with my tongue. When I'd had enough I dropped them gently into my hand. They felt heavy and plump; I playfully squeezed and stroked them with my thumb. I pressed his cock against his belly and kissed its base, licking at the soft flesh between his sac and ass; I felt a shiver run through him. Then I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft and back again. I was getting very excited listening to him moan, hearing him murmuring my name. When I made my way back up his shaft for the third time I continued to the tip. I licked it, kissed it then covered it with my mouth.

For me, giving head is one of the most intimate and enjoyable sexual experience there is. His cock was bigger than average but I knew I could take him as long as I took my time, otherwise I'd gag. I spread my knees to balance myself, making sure I had enough room to lower my head over him. I pressed my lips against his shaft as I lowered a little, nice and slowly, then came back up, next time a little further, then back, then a little further and back. At the same time I used my tongue to stimulate him. Soon I felt him touch the back of my throat. I pulled back but bowed my head straight back onto him, pressing my lips tightly together to excite him more. At the same time I wanked him, slowly at first but soon I was wanking him fast until I felt his balls tighten. He felt it too and pulled my head from him. When I looked up he was smiling back at me, holding his pink, throbbing cock in his hand. My camera was lying on the floor next to me. I picked it up and quickly focused. It was a great shot; his cock shaft was covered in my saliva, the veins swollen and throbbing. When I looked through the lens I could see cum oozing from its tip. Click, click, click.

He bent forward and unhooked the back of my bra, pulling the straps down over my body, exposing my bare breasts. I leant back, unashamedly displaying myself to him. He sank to his knees and kissed me passionately, probing my mouth with his tongue as his hands gently cupped each breast and caressed each nipple. I closed my eyes as he lowered his head between my breasts, pressing my tits together against his face. His mouth found my nipple and suckled it, using his tongue to flick and excite it. I should have told him to stop but I didn't; I couldn't. At the same time his hands were pushing up my skirt and pulling at my panties. He sat up straddling me, undid the button and zip of my skirt and pulled it down over my legs.

"Kate, I have to fuck you," he said, as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're gorgeous. You're tits are gorgeous too."

He was smiling and I couldn't help but laugh. He was at least 15 years younger than me! He leant forward and kissed my tummy button. I let out an involuntary sigh as he moved lower. I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. I felt paralysed as his tongue licked me through my panties, making the delicate material wet and see-thru'. It was my turn to call his name as I lifted my hips to his mouth.

"Your clits hard," he said as he stroked it, teasing his finger between my pussy lips. I reached down and pulled off my panties, desperate for him to touch me.

He moved between my legs and held them open wide as he lowered his mouth onto me. I felt his tongue slide along my clit as his fingers teased me open. He frigged me with two fingers then withdrew to hold open my pussy lips.

"You even taste fucking gorgeous," he gasped.

I could see my juice shining on his lips as he lowered his head again. It felt amazing as he stroked and licked and sucked at me while his thumb caressed my clit. I was moving my hips along his face in rhythm with his sucking until he slipped his two fingers back inside me. He was frigging me fast and deep, curling his fingers so he rubbed at my g-spot. Soon he had three fingers deep inside me, filling me. He licked and flicked and sucked at my clitty while finger fucking me. I soon came, long racking waves of ecstasy as I bucked my hips against his face covering it with my juice.

My breathing hadn't steadied before he was on top of me, pushing himself into me, filling me again but this time with his throbbing cock. My orgasm from his tonguing hadn't subsided but I desperately wanted him to fuck me so I lifted my hips to take him, eager to feel him deep inside me. His pace was steady at first, riding high above me, long, deep strokes, making sure his full length was in me before slowly withdrawing. He kissed me; soft, tender kisses on the lips just like a lover would. I closed my legs round his body, lifting my hips so I could get the deepest penetration possible. Soon he was pounding me hard until I felt my pussy walls tighten, about to cum again but instead of fucking me harder he stopped, climbed off me, took hold of my ankles and turned me over onto all fours.

"Oh, my god, yes," I thought. "I love being fucked from behind!"

His cock was covered in my cum so he slipped effortlessly back inside me, he was quickly back into rhythm. With each stroke his balls bounced against my legs, slapping them gently. His hands moved to my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I felt the nub of his thumb as he placed it right in its centre, pressing it against my puckered hole. It sent a tremor through me, making my legs shake. I was rocking back onto him, wanting him to take me hard and fast, when he grabbed me tightly and started to pound me fast and hard. Then all of a sudden he stopped, I thought because he was going to cum but then I felt something wet hit my bumhole and realised he'd spat on it. I looked back at him; he smiled as he started to massage his spit into my ass. He lowered himself and kissed my back as his finger teased my hole, slipping just inside its opening.

"You like that?" he whispered into my ear. I couldn't answer; I just nodded. "Good! I do too. Relax and it won't hurt. I promise."

He was fucking me slowly, purposefully, while teasing my ass with his finger. I started to rub my clit, I desperately needed to cum again.

"That's right, baby, you do what you have to, just enjoy."

His fingers were only about an inch inside my ass and it felt fantastic. Suddenly he slipped his cock out of my pussy and quickly pushed his fingers in deep, frigging me fast.

"Just need a little lube," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't care; I was oblivious. The stroking I was giving my clit was bringing me to orgasm again; another couple of minutes and I'd be there. His fingers went deeper and faster, frigging me, covering his fingers in my juices.

"Please, don't stop! Fuck me faster, please," I begged. "I'm cumming."

Thinking about it now, I must have sounded like a right dirty whore but in my defence it was probably because my sex life at the time was virtually non existent. So I begged for more. I lifted my ass so he could get deeper inside me; I spread my legs so he could get more fingers up; I begged and begged to be fucked harder.

So he did. When he felt my pussy tighten round his fingers again he frigged me harder and faster then ever, making sure his fingers were covered in my cum. When I'd finished and there was no more, he pulled them out and slipped one finger just inside my asshole. I gasped.

"Is that nice?" he asked. "You want some more?" I nodded, frightened to speak.

"No, baby. You need to ask me for it." I was silent. I moved my hips backwards onto his finger but he pulled it out. "You want more?"

"Yes, please." I begged.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"Please, fuck my ass!"

"Good girl! You don't know how many times I've dreamt about you saying that" he said as he slipped two fingers inside me.

Surprisingly, he was very gentle; easing his fingers in slowly and making sure I was ready for him. Soon he couldn't get any further up. I was rocking back on him and loving it.

"You ready for my cock?"

The thought of his big cock pounding my ass scared me but he whispered in my ear, "You know I'll be gentle." And he was. Before he entered me he covered his cock tip in the juices that were oozing from me then he gently teased my hole with its head until I was open enough to take him. "Just relax," he said as he pushed his tip just inside me. I gasped again, surprised at how smooth and silky he felt.

He held my hips tight and slowly pulled me back as he pushed forwards, then slowly pulled back out before pressing forwards again, feeding me his length an inch at a time. The feeling was incredible as he gradually filled me. When I felt his belly touch my ass cheeks I knew I had his whole cock in me. It felt amazing! He held me still, making sure I was all right, and then he slowly withdrew his cock until he was nearly out but he slipped it straight back in. I was really enjoying it and started to rock faster against him. I felt his grip on me tighten then he started to fuck my ass faster. His cock pounded me, filled me up. I could hear him groan and knew he was about to cum. I tightened myself round him as he let out a long sigh and I felt hot, thick cum spurt deep inside me. He kept pounding until his softening cock slipped from me and we rolled over onto the floor.

"You don't know how many times I've wanked thinking about doing that to you," he laughed.

The reality of what had just happened slowly dawned on me. I suddenly felt very vulnerable, lying naked on my studio floor with a fit handsome stud next to me. I went to get up but he pulled me back down into his arms, covering my lips with kisses. I struggled free, now feeling really uncomfortable. I was picking up my clothes as he was trying to grab them from me. When he stopped I was relieved but froze when I heard the whirring of the camera.

"Don't you dare," I threatened but he took no notice just kept clicking and laughing.

"I'll stop if you promise me something," he said with a grin.

"I'm not promising anything. Just give me back my camera and get dressed." I was near to tears, ashamed of what had just happened; disgusted with myself that I could have been so naïve and foolish as to let a young guy manipulate me this way.. He saw the expression on my face and stopped.

"I'm only joking, just a bit of carry-on. Don't get mad."

He tried to take me in his arms but I ran from the room and locked myself in the bathroom. I cleaned myself, dressed, washed my face and took a few deep breaths. When I opened the door he was sitting on the top of the landing, naked.

"Get dressed, please," I said as calmly as I could. "I'd like you to leave."

I ran down the stairs but he followed me. He was standing naked in my hallway, his cock hanging limp between his legs. It took a lot of will power not to take a final look.

"You want me to go?" he asked.

"Yes, right now."

"Can I get dressed first?"

"Of course!" I said haughtily.

He turned and went back upstairs. When he hadn't come down after a few minutes I wondered what he was doing so I made my way back upstairs. He was lying on the couch with his cock in his hand, steadily wanking it. He smiled at me.

"What do you think your doing?" I asked angrily.

"Wanking," he said matter-of-factly. "It's one of the photos they want. Thought it would look good lying here."

I was shocked.

"I've told you I'm not going to take them. Just, please leave."

"No! You're the person I want to take them and besides you've been paid."

I could tell he wasn't going to go so I snatched up my camera and started to snap him. I walked round the couch, getting the best angles, concentrating on what I should have been doing. Click, click, click.

"You have to admit, it was a sensational fuck. You're better than most of the younger women I've been with. You know what you like and how to get it. And you have a fantastic body." He kept wanking and smiling into the camera. I tried to ignore him.

"I'm glad you like having your nipples sucked hard. I love doing that. They feel fantastic when they're in your mouth and rolling on your tongue." I continued, click, click, click.

"God, I'm feeling horny again. Thinking about you taking me up the ass is getting me fired up again. Come over here ‘til I fuck you." He started to get up off the couch but I backed away.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," he said sulkily. "I didn't force you to suck me off." He was wanking hard. "You know what I want to do now? I want to wank cum all over you, watch it spill from your mouth and cover your tits."

As his hand pulled on his cock, I watched as the blood surged through it, turning it bright pink. Watching him wanking and listening to him telling me how much he'd fantasised about me made me want him again; my pussy was aching for his touch.

"Let me fuck you again," he begged. "Please, just once more."

I was trying to be strong, not give in to temptation but I couldn't trust myself to speak so just shook my head.

"If you don't I'll tell Tommy!"

It wasn't the threat that changed my mind; I'd already decided what I wanted. I moved closer to him, taking my clothes off as I went. I pushed him backwards onto the couch and straddled him, taking his throbbing cock in my hand and guiding it to my wet cunt. I was rough with him; he wanted me, he could have me. When I had his full length inside me I started to ride him, slowly at first but I was dying to cum. I reached down and rubbed my clit as his cock slid in and out. He pushed my fingers away and placed his middle finger against my clit.

"Like this?" he asked, pressing lightly against me.

I nodded as I continued to ride him. I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I was cumming again as he grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard. I was on the brink when he lifted me off and laid me on my back, lifting my legs high up over his shoulders and pushing straight back deep inside me; he was in so deep I thought he was going to come out of my chest. He gripped me tight as he fucked me hard, roughly pummeling me. It felt awesome, as I tightened round his cock he throbbed and we came together, fucking each other wildly, moaning for more. When his cock slipped from me he moved back and lowered his face to my twat, pulling open my legs wide as his tongue licked up the cum that was spewing out of me. He buried his face in me, using his lips to suck and lick me to orgasm again. This time I held his head down, not letting him come up for air until I was done.

We eventually managed to take the pics he needed. I have a very special set that I take out now and again when I'm feeling horny and in need of stimulation. They're not just of him but also of us together, taken by time-delay. My favourite ones though are the ones he took of me, lying on the same couch we fucked on, legs spread wide and playing. Very nice! I have to agree with him, I do have a good body and great tits!