The sign on the wall, in the middle of a nondescript strip mall, read "Touch of Love Personal Photography." She'd driven my a thousand times and never noticed its small, white letters. An "open" sign sat in the window.
Her best friend, Carrie, had suggested it, after Natalie confided that things weren't exactly going perfectly at home. Natalie and her husband, Tom, were in a rut. A bad rut. They couldn't even seem to talk about sex any more, and they'd basically stopped having it altogether. She knew she needed to find a way to spice things up. Carrie had just the suggestion.
A while earlier, she'd come here for a boudoir photo shoot - some sexy images for her husband. She said it got things right back on track.
And since Tom's biggest complaint was that Natalie wasn't adventurous enough, a surprise like this seemed like just what the doctor ordered.
Placing her hand on the duffle bag resting on the passenger seat, she steadied herself. Could she really go through with this?
With a deep breath and a shot of resolve, Natalie swung the door open. Her sandals crunched on the dry pavement, as she made her way across the parking lot. She was wearing a dress, with a white t-shirt underneath. In the bag, she had some things that were considerably sexier, neither of which Tom had ever seen.
Stopping at the door, and taking a deep breath, she swung it open. A bell rang.
Entering the waiting room, it could've been anywhere. A doctors office. A business. Anything. Only the tastefully shot pictures on the wall - a woman in a wedding dress, a family, a girl in a meadow - gave any indication where she was.
"Yeah?" a voice called out, from a back room.
"Hi...I" Natalie's voice cracked. She was so nervous. "I have an...appointment."
"OH!" the voice responded. A 20-something girl came around the corner, with a bright smile and outstretched arm. "You must be Natalie. Welcome!"
Shaking her hand, Natalie struggled to make eye contact. She felt preemptively ashamed. What if Tom didn't react the way she wanted.
The girl stroked her arm. "You're beautiful, and he's going to love it all. They ALL do!" Moving past, the girl clicked the lock shut on the door. "Our top package gets the most private treatment!"
Natalie stood as if her feet were bolted to the floor, afraid to move. She felt so out of place.
"Let's go meet the team," the girl prompted, leading the way down a long hall. At the end, she opened a door, revealing a large, only partially finished room. Professional looking lights hung from the ceiling, with a few backdrops scattered around the room. At the far end, tucked into a corner, was what looked like a bedroom from a TV show; only three of the walls were in place, bright lights illuminating it all. Natalie thought it didn't look much different from her own bedroom, with the light colors and plush sheets.
Out of nowhere, a woman appeared. Taller, with a head of thick, curly, black hair, she reached out her hand. "Natalie. I'm so pleased to meet you. I'll be shooting and coordinating your shoot, today. Your husband is going to LOVE the finished product, but not as much as you'll enjoy making it."
She was so confident, Natalie agreed. Maybe it would be fun.
"I see you booked out ultra-premium package. Only the best!" the woman continued. "For this package, we use only a small crew, to ensure the utmost privacy and intimacy. You're going to have the time of your life."
Natalie nodded, nervously. The woman told her there was a glass of champaign waiting for her the dressing room, located near the bedroom set. They'd get started as soon as she was ready.
Unsteadily, Natalie made her way towards the dressing room, located next to the bedroom set. As she moved across the space, she saw a whiteboard filled with details.
Natalie Tuesday Afternoon Ultra premium package Photo and video Hammer
She had booked both a photo and video shoot, but didn't understand what "hammer" meant. Her hand shaking as the turned the knob on the dressing room door, she put it out of her mind.
The room was luxurious, to say the least. A professional makeup mirror, with those orb lights, was along one wall, a plush couch along the other. On the makeup counter was a glass, and next to it, a champaign holder, with a bottle wrapped in white linen inside.
Natalie busied herself. First, laying out the contents of her bag, she inspected them for the 200th time. She had two sets of lingerie; a white matching bra/panties set, and an aqua blue set that was considerably more risqué. The plan was to take some sexy photos in the white, and then film a little "alone time" for Tom in the other. She wanted him to know she could do it. She wanted him to know she was still sexy and wild. She wanted him to know she was down for anything, if he'd just engage.
Pouring herself a glass, Natalie set about undressing, and pulling on the white lingerie. Finishing the glass, she checked herself in the mirror. Her straight, blonde hair was freshly cut and highlighted. Her large breasts sat up proudly in the bra, her long legs - always her best asset - looking firm. Finishing a second glass, she told herself she was ready.
Opening the door, she found the photographer waiting, camera in hand, smiling. The lights were even brighter in the bedroom set.
"For our married boudoir shoots, we like to use our bedroom. It creates a real sense of intimacy and comfort."
The confidence in her voice continued to infect Natalie. She made her way over, nervously, summoning all her courage.
They started gently. A few pictures up close, just of her face. The younger girl busied about, adjust lights as needed, to create just the right look. Natalie found herself enjoying it, and before long, she stared to relax, getting into the experience. She posed by a fake window, sat at the foot of the bed, and eventually laid back, in a sexy pose.
The shoot went on for what felt like forever, but also like only a moment. The photographer got her into all kinds of poses. She learned forward, showing her cleavage, then bent over, looking back over her shoulder. She felt powerful. She felt sexy, like she hand't in years.
When the photographer suggested pulling the straps down on her bra, she didn't hesitate. It really had turned out to be a lot of fun. A moment later, after cupping them seductively, her breasts were bare. The studio was cold, which meant her nipples stood at full attention. She could feel how sexy these pictures were going to be.
A moment later, bent over on all fours atop the bed, the photographer suggested she pull her panties aside. Natalie paused, for a moment, before reminding herself what she had planned for later. No one except her husband had seen her totally exposed like this, but that was the point.
"Ok, I think it's time," the photographer said. "Let's reset, and get ready for the video shoot. We have a few static cameras to set up, and we have to change out the lights. Why don't you go change, and enjoy some more of that champaign. We'll knock when we're ready."
Natalie hopped up, gathering her bra up off the floor, scampering off to the dressing room. Once inside, she quickly pulled off her panties, and started arranging her next outfit. It had a bra and panties, but with a garter and matching stockings. This kind of thing was Tom's favorite, but she hadn't worn anything like it in years.
She dressed quickly, messing with her hair and touching up her makeup. Realizing there was no clock on the wall, she had no idea how long she'd been in there. Plucking the bottle from its receptacle, she emptied it into her glass.
Sitting back on the couch, she sipped her drink, her body tingling. Carrie had been right, this was empowering. They'd done such a good job making her comfortable, she couldn't wait to get out there and "perform." She wondered if this was what it was like on a real movie shoot.
Her body tingled. She could feel parts her body, long neglected, desperate to be touched. She wondered if they had anything that might help her with her performance.
Then, a knock on the door. "Ready," a voice called out.
Natalie felt her heart leap. "Here we go," she told herself. Walking to the door, she reminded herself the photos were sexy and fun, but this was the point. This is what she'd paid so much extra for. The website had been confusing, but she knew what she wanted. Tom was going to go crazy, and she knew this would really spice things up.
Entering the large room, the bedroom was even brighter now. There were a few cameras on small tripods sitting here and there, the photographer holding a larger one in her hand.
"These are my favorite to shoot," she said, taking Natalie's hand in the most reassuring way. "I probably shouldn't tell anyone this, but I'm always so horny after. There is nothing like seeing a beautiful woman like yourself enjoying herself."
Natalie tried to talk tall, despite her knees knocking. She hoped they'd instruct her how to start; she was sure she'd be fine once she got past the awkward beginning.
"Why don't you have a seat, on the edge of the bed, facing me," the photographer prompted.
Natalie sat on the edge of the bed, gingerly. She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, unable to find a comfortable, not-awkward sitting position. The photographer said something about checking lighting, after taking the camera and pointing it at her.
"You'll forget we're here before you know it," she said.
Natalie sat, feeling wooden and stiff. She waited what felt like a lifetime, as the photographer moved around.
The photographer stopped, looking over her shoulder. "Well?" she called out. "What's the holdup. Let's go."
Natalie saw movement in the pitch black room behind. It looked like a figure, moving through the darkness. The girl from the front office, maybe?
Then, materializing seemingly from nowhere, was a tall, muscular, thick, black man. His body glistened, and nearly all of it was visible; the only thing he wore was a pair of black boxer-briefs.
Natalie felt her heart leap into her throat. What was going on? Why was this man here?
He walked directly towards her. "Natalie," his voice boomed, "they call me Hammer."
"Yes they do," she heard a voice say, knowingly, from somewhere in the darkness.
Natalie's eyes were wide. She looked him up and down, nervously. Why was he walking towards her?
She said nothing as he approached, stopping a foot or two from her. Looming over her, she looked up. Slowly, her eyes moved down his thick frame, stopping at the enormous bulge barely hidden under his shorts.
"Something you want to see?" he asked, teasingly. Slowly, but suddenly, he pulled them down, stepping out.
What she saw seemed impossible. No man could have anything that long, but certainly not that thick. She thought it couldn't be real.
She also couldn't look away. It was entrancing.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked. Natalie glanced up. She could feel how sheepish her eyes were. Something stirred within her. Whatever it was, it caused her to nod her head.
From outside her own body, she watched as her hand extended, eventually landing on it, warm and thick. She couldn't even wrap her hand around it, the thing was so thick. She held it in her hand, heavy and demanding, before she put her fingers back around it.
Reaching out with the other hand, she took ahold, slowly stroking it up and down. She couldn't imagine it could possibly get any bigger, but as she moved her hands, it seemed to firm up. Staring at it, she barely recognized her own hands, as the slid up and down the enormous piece of man.
He took a step forward, stopping so it was just in front of her face. Natalie licked her lips.
"Mouth," he instructed. Natalie leaned forward, putting her closed lips on the tip.
Opening her mouth, she tried to take it in, filling her mouth. Before she knew it, she was moving her mouth up and down, just barely taking more than the tip in. She heard an appreciative grunt above her, encouraging her.
Removing it from her mouth, she licked up and down the shaft, again and again, coating it in her spit. Back in her mouth, then back to the shaft. She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her into his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, as he instructed her to jerk it off while she did. With two hands, she stroked his cock, while sucking on each of his balls.
He took a step back, taking her by the hand, and pulling her to the her knees. Submissive before him, she continued sucking his cock, looking up at him as she stared down.
"Good girl," he encouraged her. She felt a tingle down her spine. Something inside her wanted to please this man. Something inside her wanted a whole lot more.
He pulled her to her feet, moving so he could sit on the edge of the bed. He patted the bed. Natalie moved to it, crawling up on all fours. She felt his hands on her ass as she continued sucking his dick, massing her flesh. Then moved his hand, pulling her bra down and letting her breasts spill out.
"Look at those things," he said, pulling her form his lap and sucking one of her breasts into her mouth.
Natalie let out a soft moan. He really knew what he was doing, she thought to herself. She felt his hands move to her back, unfastening her bra and tossing it aside, as he continued sucking on her tits.
Stopping he pulled her face close to his. "I bet you want to feel it inside you, don't you?"
Natalie nodded yes. "Please," she whispered. "Fuck me."
He pulled her effortlessly, so she was sitting on his lap. She could feel it poking her stomach, hard and erect between them. Lifting her by the ass, he moved her into position.
Slowly, she descended, crying out as it split her open. Despite its enormous size, she was so wet, it slid in easily.
"Oh fuck" she panted, as she felt her pussy split open. Slowly, she started moving up and down, wondering how much she was taking. He held her by the hips, directing her in short, wet strokes.
Natalie felt crazy by how overcome she was. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced. His hands had her hips moving faster and faster, longer and deeper, until she felt his legs against her ass.
Had she really taken it all?
"So deep," she cried out, as she bounced up and down, taking every inch she could get. "So thick, so deep."
She felt her heavy breasts slapping against her, as her body slid up and down.
"God damn," he said, "such a tight little pussy."
Natalie was lost. Her hair bounced with her tits. She was fully, forcefully, passionately fucking him.
He wrapped his arms around her, turning her and laying her back on the bed. He never pulled out, staying fulling inside her the whole time. Looming over her, he started driving himself into her. Natalie felt her legs spread, instinctively, giving him all the access he could possibly want. He was starting to sweat, his bald head glistening in the bright lights.
Taking her legs, he rested them on his shoulders, before pinning them back to her chest. Natalie screamed, as he found new depths, driving deep into her.
"DEEP!" she cried out, her hands struggling to push back, to create some limit. He took her hands into his, holding them tight, and started fucking her harder, grunting. as he did. She felt her breasts moving about her chest, her whole body quaking with each thrust.
Then, leaning up, he put her legs together, making her even tighter. It somehow felt even better; she couldn't understand how there could be more.
Turning her head to the side, her face flush, her hair a sweaty mess, she saw the photographer, reminding her what she was doing. She knew she couldn't hide the unbridled lust in her eyes. She knew there was no hiding how intensely this man was pleasuring her. She knew Tom would see, and know.
The way he had her legs pressed together, making her even tighter than before, rendered what followed inevitable.
Staring into the camera, she felt an explosion deep inside her. It spread quickly to all four limbs.
"Fucking cummmmmming!" she screamed, as her body convulsed. She seized so hard, she pushed him back out of her.
"God damn, that tight little pussy be fighting back," he said, as he took her legs and flipped her over. Still shaking, Natalie crawled onto all fours obediently.
Natalie moaned as he entered her from behind. Her face twisted as he slowly moved in and out, holding her by the hips.
Looking straight ahead, at the camera, she said, "so big and thick. Use that pussy up."
He started to fuck her hard from behind, their bodies making the sexiest slapping sound. Natalie cried out, closing her eyes as her body erupted in a stream of intense orgasms. They didn't even end and begin, so much as continue one after another.
Her body took over, pushing back against him, until he stayed still.
"Oh yeah baby, fuck that little pussy," he moaned.
Natalie pushed back into him as hard as she could. She couldn't get enough. He couldn't get deep enough.
Pushing her off of him, he flipped her over onto her back, climbing atop and sliding back in with a single motion. Putting his hands behind her, he held her tight, shifting his hips back and forth, grinding into her.
Natalie lost track of space and time. He fucked her forever. It felt incredible. "Please cum," she begged. "I need it. I need your sticky seed."
His mouth was right by her ears. "Show that husband of yours what a little slut he married," he grunted.
In a dash, he pulled out, grabbing her by the hand. "Knees," he demanded, and she listened.
On her knees, she looked up as she stroked his cock, pointed directly at her face. With a grunt, a thick stream of hot white cum shot directly at her, covering her face. Again and again, he loaded on her face, covering her completely. She felt it dripping down her chin, covering her mouth, onto her chest.
"What a great fuck," he said, as he finished. "You could be a pro," he said - a compliment, she assumed - as he walked away.
The younger girl was back, handing him a towel. "Shit, girl, your man is going to LOVE that," she said, walking towards Natalie, Helping her up, wrapping her in a warm towel, she was ushered back towards the dressing room.
Left alone, wiping another man's cum from her face, Natalie stared into the mirror. She felt changed. She felt powerful.
She felt like her husband was either going to leave her, or fuck her like never before.
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