by Hazel Keys
“It’s something I’ve been struggling with for a long time,” I decided to confess to her. She’d come clean with me about everything, it seemed only fair I do the same. “When I told you, and the class, that your picture was the best I’d taken for as long as I could remember, I meant it.” I actually struggled to breathe. This was the first time I’d spoken out loud about what I’d suspected for so long. “I lost whatever it was that made my pictures special, years ago. I haven’t produced anything I could call art in over a decade. I sometimes feel like I never did.”
“That’s bullshit,” Paige offered.
I carried on, regardless. “I haven’t created for such a long time because I haven’t felt inspired for years. I used to think all the sex and partying inspired me, but the further I indulged into that world, the further I got from taking a decent picture.” I stopped talking because I could feel a tear welling in my eye. “Until I saw the shot I’d got of you.”
I suddenly realized, as I closed my mouth, that our faces were so close together, I could feel her soft breath on my lips. I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I sure wasn’t feeling on top of my game and I felt like I’d never been in a moment as intimate as this in my life. I was actually nervous, terrified she’d pull away and slap me, but I leaned in and kissed her.
Chapter 9:Paige
“Was that what you meant?” I asked him as our mouths broke apart.
I hadn’t known what to expect when I agreed to let Caleb take me away from the college. I did know I never expected him to be nearly weeping as he lamented the death of his talent, or that he’d be so supportive about what I’d just been through. I thought he was an arrogant bad boy, slutting his way through sex parties and college girls, but he was showing me such a different side of him.
I certainly hadn’t expected to be kissing anyone only hours after I found out my fiancé was cheating on me, least of all Caleb. My bubbling sexual desire for him and my daily fantasies came flooding back to me as his lips touched mine, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for it to actually happen.
“Is what-what I meant?” he whispered back, our faces still only an inch apart.
“When you said you wanted to make me feel this way all the time.”
He pulled back a little. “I said I wanted to make you feel at ease with your sensuality. I wanted to help you feel attractive and desirable all the time. I wanted to ensure nothing and no one made you doubt just how fucking sexy you are, ever again.”
I couldn’t stop the smile creeping over my lips. Those words, spoken in his deep and delicious voice, brought me right back to the bathroom at the club, a shiver running through me as I remembered his gorgeously hard cock pointing right at me as he stood almost as close as he was to me now. “Oh, okay. I thought you were just saying that to fuck me.”
“Well, that too,” he smiled, leaning back in to kiss me.
“Hold on, buster,” I put my finger gently to his lips, “what about your wife?”
“Wow, you’re like the first girl to ever ask me that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “However, Helena and I have an arrangement.”
“You mean she doesn’t mind you having sex with random strangers at fetish parties?”
“She encourages it.”
“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” I told him.
“It’s up to you, Paige,” Caleb said. He did his best to explain the modern relationship he had with his supermodel wife. It seemed odd to me, it always did when I heard about people doing things like that but, if it worked for them, who was I to argue? It didn’t make me feel like joining in, though. “As long as we don’t fall in love or sacrifice each other’s happiness for a new lover,” he explained. No, especially when he told me that.
Do I want to trade my relationship where I was totally in love but not having sex for one where I’ll have tons of sex but no love? I knew which my loins were craving.
“What I was actually talking about, though,” he continued, “was photographing you.”
Is he serious? “I’m not a model,” I protested.
“Thank God,” he spat. “All I know is; I need to take your picture. Call it muse, inspiration, chemistry, whatever you want. The fact is that snapshot in the club is the best work I’ve produced in years and it was an accident. Imagine what we could get if we tried. Please, Paige. If it doesn’t work out no one needs to know.”
“I’m not sure…” I began.
“Please, I have to photograph you.”
*****
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.
Chapter 10:Caleb
Damn it, I was in trouble. The sex with Paige was so much more incredible than I’d imagined it could be and, as I swirled the prints around in the developing fluid, I knew that this meant so much more to me than the usual encounters. I really had feelings for Paige and Helena would not be pleased.
In the past, even with affairs that went beyond the one-night stands, I’d never caught myself idly wondering what the girl was doing when we weren’t together, and I’d certainly never thought about them when I was with my wife. Already, though, I was guilty of thinking about Paige when I was with Helena even before the night in my studio. I knew myself well enough to know that I’d be focusing on Paige all the time from this point and that my wife would figure it out. She knew me well, she’d be able to tell I was in love with someone else.
But, was I in love with Paige? I hardly knew her. I obsessed about her but that may have been because of the images, the art I thought I might be able to create. It was beautiful, vibrant, like the work I did at the beginning of my career or the early pictures I took of Helena. And I couldn’t explain why.
“Let me see, let me see!” Paige giggled impatiently as I hung the last print up to dry. E
ven in the dim red glow of the darkroom, I could still make out her excited smile. I showed her the first one, the one of her as she brought her hot, willing pussy hard down on my shaft, flooding both of our bodies with sheer, amazing gratification. Her full lips were parted, her eyes closed, her back arched slightly as she forced my cock inside her. It looked so hot I could almost feel her enclosing me again as I studied it, and now it was captured forever. “Oh, my God!” she whispered, moving in front of me to stand by the table. “That can’t be me, can it?”
Must be,” I told her, “unless another hot girl crept in and fucked me while I was holding the camera.”
She dug her elbow into my ribs then, as I reached over her to pull down the next photograph, I felt her small hand curling around my dick, forcing a light twitch and making me firm up a little. “Wow,” she gasped, “when was this one?” I told her it was as she came the first time, riding me. “It’s incredible. Looking at it, it’s almost like I can feel the orgasm again.” Her hand pumped my shaft gently, quickly bringing me back to fully engorged again, despite the load I’d just shot.
“And here’s the real shot,” she said, looking up at the still drying print and saying what I was thinking. In the frame Paige lay on her side, struggling to prop herself up on one arm, focusing on the lens, breathless, with a small, satisfied smile on her lips and, despite her hair and makeup being messed and the sweat beading on her skin, she looked divine. Her eyes, her lips, the color of her flesh. She glowed from within, her sexy little nipples so hard and her flesh looking like it was singing with pleasure. It was incredible and probably the most beautiful picture I’d ever taken.
“How did you do it?” she asked me, grinding her gorgeous ass against me and guiding my now-firm rod back into her hole.
“I’m sure it wasn’t just me,” I reassured her as she lay her hands on the table and bent forward, pushing back against me, sliding me deeper into her pussy and letting out a long, low gasp.