It took me years to get Molly to open up and share her fantasies with me. Ever since she started sharing, our sex live improved as she became more comfortable telling me her deep, dark, sexual fantasies. One fantasy she continues to use involves a tall black man that manhandles her, usually placing her outside in the stocks for a group of men to watch as this BBC plays with her, fucks her, and enters her ass using his big black dick.
During foreplay she closes her eyes and usually cums as I move towards her backside. I can feel her excitement increase as I move around her ass, making sure my fingers reach her anus just before she explodes. She really likes this fantasy and hardly ever changes it, except every now and then she adds the BBC fucking a black woman just before he fucks her ass.
After she recovers from her orgasm my fantasy kicks in. I use her fantasy as my own and keep her in the stocks. I moved up and fucked her standing after her BBC has finished with her. She likes to think of being taken by a BBC and I like to think about her with the BBC. We would always talk about our fantasies after making love and share what we enjoyed about each version.
She kept using her fantasy enough that I thought it was time for her to experience it for real, at home, with me, and one other special person. That sets the stage for what happened over this past year.
My birthday was fast approaching. I knew Molly would ask me what I wanted.
"Rusty, your birthday is coming up in two months. Do you have any thoughts about what you would like?" Molly asked.
"I want to hire a professional photographer to take pictures of you in various stages of undress around the house." I answered.
Molly smiled at first and then added, "I am not sure I could let another man look at me naked."
I kept asking if she would pose. She continued to say no; though Molly was showing signs of giving in with my consistent nagging. Finally three weeks before the date, she said she would pose, but then quickly added she had no idea who she could ask to take the pictures. I had figured out an answer and told her, "I think I might know someone." She was surprised, but what else could she say.
I had already researched for a photographer online and found one. I had made sure he was tall and black. I did inspect his photo work. He could do better than what I could do in pictures. Three months before my birthday I called him and we had a two hour talk on the phone. He pointed me to the WEB site that contained his pictures and I decided he was the one do the job. On our second call I explained that I wanted him to take the pictures at my home, both inside and out back on the deck.
I arranged for him to check out the house when Molly was away for a few hours. Trevor came over, said the house was perfect and the deck was even better, because of the privacy it presented with the lake behind the house. I then shared Molly's fantasy completely with him. Now he fully understood what I was trying to do. I said, "I am not sure she will go along with this, but if she does I want to make sure you will play." Trevor smiled, and we shook hands.
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Molly came into the house to find me standing in the living room with a glass of wine. I handed the glass to her, and she replied, "So what is the special occasion for this?" She sipped the wine.
"I found a photographer that will give me my birthday present," I quickly said as she sat down.
I watched the surprise look appear on her face, "That didn't take you long to find him."
"Yes, it was important to me as you might have guessed."
"So who is he and how did you find him?"
"He is located about thirty minutes up the road. He has a studio there."
"So you want me to go to his studio?"
"No, he is coming to the house. We both decided that you would be more comfortable at home, rather than in a strange studio. You have all the outfits you need here."
"Are you planning to leave while he takes these pictures?" taking a larger swallow from her glass.
"No, I am planning to be his assistant and your voyeur." My smile told her I had done a good job planning.
"So, you are going to be the Dirty Old Man that watches me get naked while he takes pictures!"
"Yep, after all it is my birthday present."
She took another sip of wine from her glass and smiled. "So what does he look like?"
"Now why is that important?"
"Because if he looks like a street person that will not get me in the mood to pose."
"I understand. He is forty years old, played football in high school, stands about 6 feet tall, slim, athletic body, with long fingers and a handsome face." I did not let on he was black.
She nodded okay, and then asked, "When will I meet him?"
I answered, "The day he takes the pictures."
"Don't you think I should meet him BEFORE we take the pictures?"
"You will, as he brings his photo equipment into the house." She did not really appreciate my answer, but then realized that was all she was going to get from me.
That pretty much ended the conversation for this night, though in the coming days she would throw out questions here and there which I vaguely answered. This went on until two days before my birthday where we went in to the bedroom to decide on what outfits she should be ready to wear, starting with a tiny, black dress with heels; ending with a very small string bikini.
I was ready for Trevor to arrive well before she was ready. 10am Wednesday morning could not come fast enough for me.