Photoshoot

I had thought of the perfect gift for my husband’s upcoming birthday, and that was a mock calendar featuring me displaying various erotic poses for each month of the year. It was the first week of February, and Alan’s birthday was in the summer; I figured it was still early enough for me to get things done.

Alan knew I had promised him an amazing gift but not what I had in mind, and I wanted it to stay that way; the little he knew the better the surprise.  It took me a week of online searching before I stumbled upon a capable photographer.  I browsed through his catalogue on his website and was mesmerised by his output.  He did porn shoots, both photography and video; an advantage was that his price was very affordable.  The women all looked stunning and of different age groups.  As for me, I’m in my late fifties, so it didn’t pose a problem for him.  

I gave him a call, and he requested that I send him several selfie photos to see what he had to work with.  Not to be oblivious, I have posed nude before, or rather, semi-nude, but for Alan’s eyes only, back when we often played dirty before kids came into the picture.  The good thing now was that the kids have grown and left us to ourselves now.  I’ve never before thought of wanting to be naked in front of another man, and certainly not an erotic photographer.  But I figured he had likely seen more naked flesh than I can count; also, it wasn’t like I was hotter than the average porn star.  I’ve put on several pounds over the years and now bore a sagging gut.  But my 34DD pair of drooping tits are still my prized assets, and according to Alan, my butt has gotten bigger.  

The photographer’s name was Rufus.  After receiving the selfies I sent him, he responded that he liked what he saw and complimented that I would make for a terrific model.  Our next plan was settling on a date for the photoshoot.  Rufus proposed we make it the following weekend, as his schedule would be clear by then.  I agreed since I had little to nothing to do until then.  

“One more thing,” I inquired before ending the call, “would I need to wear anything to the shoot?  Anything piece of lingerie?”

“No, I prefer working with my wardrobe,” he replied.  “You can send me your measurements and I’ll see about finding something fitting for you.”

I said no problem, and minutes later, I texted him my size.  He wrote back saying he would be expecting me the next weekend and included his address.  I could barely contain myself as I realised I was about to fulfil a hearty gift for my husband.

It was supposed to be a simple photoshoot with me in and out of his studio, except it ended being something more.  

The Saturday arrived.  I called Rufus in the morning to let him know when I would be coming; he said he would be expecting me.  Alan noticed how excited I was and asked what it was about, but I told him a smooth lie.  I grabbed a carry-on bag from the closet and folded one of my favourite lingerie, including two panties and a pair of sandals.  I knew I likely wasn’t going to use them, but it felt good having them along.  I told Alan that I was off to see a friend and kissed him before driving off to my intended destination.

Rufus lived in a condo near the beach. I parked in front of his home and called him.  He welcomed me into his abode and led me down a flight of stairs to what used to be a garage that he had long converted into his studio.  

He showed me into a large room where he had set up several light stands.  The room was a combination of living room and bedroom.  I wondered the number of porn scenes he must have shot here.  He gave me a bag that contained the outfits he wanted me to wear, then showed me a door that opened into a changing room.  I went in that direction.  

The room bore a vanity table and a large mirror.  The walls were adorned with photos of different women caught in the throes of sex.  One woman whose photo was beside the mirror had a bodacious figure like mine, with an ecstatic look etched on her face while a muscular black man fucked her from behind.  I felt some uncanny seduction the longer I admired the photo.  It seemed like the photo was speaking to me, like the woman was daring me to go beyond what I came here to do.  

I turned away from the photo and got out of my clothes before emptying the bag’s contents on the table and then selected which salacious outfit to wear.  My choice came to a blue corset that came with black fishnets and blue thong panties.  Wearing the fishnets was easy, but it was a struggle squeezing my tits into the corset.  

I opened the door and called out to Rufus to come and assist me.  He came to the door, and I assumed I caught a subtle look when he gazed upon my massive tits before suggesting that I turn around so he could tighten the corset.

“I see the photos you’ve got here,” I said, indicating the nude display of women on his wall.  “Did you take all of these?”

“A majority of them, yeah,” he said while adjusting the corset behind my back.  “Others I had one or two persons over to help out.”

“You shot these photos here in your studio?  I don’t recall seeing them in your online portfolio.”

“You can’t always be too careful what you present online,” he said.  “That might frighten away n costumers.”

“What are you suggesting then?  That I wasn’t supposed to be scared seeing them?”

“The thought never crossed my mind,” he tapped my shoulder to let me know he was done.  I turned around and tugged at the corset’s fabric; my tits fit snugly inside them.  

“You must have an enormous talent that you’re not letting on.”  

He smiled and said: “My talents do especially well for those that show a desire towards wanting it.  Your case happens to be about taking some provocative photos, and that’s all we’re going to do.”

Rufus ushered me back into his studio to the king-sized bed.  He gave me instances of how best to showcase myself on the bed before going over to grab his camera.  

I struck different poses for him.  I tried to be as risqué with my actions as possible, thinking up whatever sexually suggestive positions I could present.  Rufus acted as my director while constantly taking snapshots.  He told me to prop my panties to the side and present my pussy to him, which I did.  Then he told me to whip my tits out of the corset and to squeeze my nipples.  All of this was exciting me in obvious ways I never thought possible.

“About what you were saying before,” I addressed him while still striking lewd poses on the bed.  “About those other secret talents of yours.  I trust that you are discrete about them?”

“I’m always about discretion,” he replied.  “Whatever occurs in this room stays here.”

“Will you be making video recordings too?  I would like to have of that to go with my photos.”

“Sure thing.  Give me a minute.”

He dropped his camera and went and got a camcorder that sat on a tripod stand and came and positioned it to face the bed.  He indicated a large TV screen on the wall, and when he switched on the camcorder, I saw myself appear on the screen.

“That’s what you’ll be seeing while it gets recorded,” he explained.  “If you don’t mind, I’ll demand a copy myself to present to future clients.  But your eyes will be blurred, so nobody will ever know who you are.”

“You can assure me of that?”

“Most definitely, I guarantee it.”

I nodded my approval.  “All right.  How do we begin then?”

Rufus peeled off his t-shirt, then shoved his jeans and shorts down his legs.  His cock hung down his pelvis; it resembled a cobra snake that was about to come alive.  I was aroused by the sight of his cock that I immediately shed whatever measure of indiscretion I might have upheld from my mind.  Like the woman in that photo, I wanted to have him.  

Rufus came onto the bed.  My hand grabbed at his penis and began stroking it even before he had settled.  He rose to his feet and, within seconds, his penis became turgid in my grip.  He guided me to take his cock into his mouth without fear.  The man was such a gentleman; it made me suddenly want to please him in the best way possible.

I went on sucking his cock for a while.  I hummed in the back of my throat while his girth rolled smoothly between my tongue and lips.  I rubbed Rufus’s cock between my giant pair of cantaloupes that I have for tits; it felt so invigorating and further aroused me while I did it.  Strings of spit dribbled down my mouth as I heard myself gasping like I was out of breath from the work I was doing. 

I kissed his cock one last time before letting go and took a moment to wipe copious saliva off my lips.  

Rufus came behind me and helped loosen my corset, making me breathe better without it.  I laid on the bed, hugging my tits, while he spread apart my legs and then brought his face to my crotch.

“Aaauuuhhhh,” I moaned almost instinctively.  "Ouuhhh, something about your tongue," I gasped.

Yes, there was something magical about his tongue.  The way Rufus ate my pussy that hot afternoon made me feel fucking special.  I couldn't withhold myself from squirming under him.  I squirted several times into his face, and still, he didn't relinquish his grip on me.  He went on eating me like he was digging into a plateful of oysters.

He came up afterwards and took a moment to lick my pussy juice off his lips before rubbing his cock against my vulva; that got me squirming more.  A thought dawned on me suddenly, and I was about to ask him about wearing a condom . . . but too late, the moment he slid his cock inside my pussy, all rational thought flew from my mind.  

I heard myself whimpering with lust as he fed his cock into the depths of my warmth.

I gripped his arms as we then began to undulate and grind.

Our eyes held each other in a sharp, arousing gaze. 

Rufus went on injecting his prick inside my cunt.  My body tensed each time he applied himself; I felt his balls slap the underside of my butt each time he rammed inside me.  He wanted to lean further into me, but my pair of cantaloupes kept getting in the way; he did stop to suck on each pair before picking up the pace.

The best part was when I got to ride him.  I reached behind to spread my butt cheeks while slamming down harder and harder; my moans kicked up a high-pitched frenzy.  A spat of filthy words flew out my mouth, all echoing my pleasure.  Afterwards, Rufus fucked me doggy-style, and then I felt the impact of his cock as he slammed into me hard.  I could feel his cock expanding in my pussy and knew he was seconds from cumming.

"Cum all over my ass," I whimpered.  "I want your cum on my ass . . . Uhhh!  And I want you to take photos of it."

Rufus pulled out of pussy and sprayed his seed over my mountain of booty.  Then when he felt better, he went and grabbed his camera and took photos of his semen splattered across my flesh.  

I couldn't wait for Alan to see those.