The Photoshoot 18

Part 1 - The Photoshoot

"OK Paul, but let's make this real," Nora said with a devilish smile on her lips. "If you don't seduce the photographer, if you scare her away, or if she leaves the 'studio' for any reason, the scene is over and you don't get sex tonight. There's no coming to me afterwards saying, 'baby I'm so horney, we've got to finish.' If there's no sex between the roleplay characters, then there's no sex between us either. You're either jerking off alone or going to bed with blue balls tonight. Agreed?"

I was a bit taken aback by her challenge. I just wanted to have some fun and make love to my wife. I'd had a shitty day and was looking forward to relaxing at home and spending some sexy time with my beautiful spouse.

To spice up our sex life, we would occasionally incorporate roleplay games and we both enjoyed playing out different scenes. I particularly liked situations where Nora was dominant, like the female warden role, and I was her submissive tool, like the helpless male prisoner. Part of me liked being dominated and used by a strong and sexy woman, but only in the bedroom and only during roleplay scenes. Unfortunately, this photoshoot scenario that she was proposing sounded like I could easily wind up having no sexual release tonight. "That seems a bit harsh," I replied.

"That makes it real, Paul. If there's no risk of failure, there's no genuine excitement, is there? There's no real emotion, no suspense, no real fun, and no sense of accomplishment if you actually succeed. Why bother playing the game if it's just scripted with a predictable outcome? In that case, it really doesn't interest me," Nora said matter-of-factly.

"So you want this to be a scene where you hold all the power and I pour my heart into it, only to possibly get rejected in the end," I said with some apprehension. I'd suffered occasional sexual rejection in the past year and I knew how it made me feel. I could see this turning into a major hurt if Nora decided, for whatever reason, that my performance wasn't adequate. It's one thing to drop a hint and be turned away. It's another to play out an entire scene, with all of its anticipation and emotion, only to be rebuffed in the end. If I was confident that we'd make love before it was over, I'd be all for this, but I wasn't so sure it would turn out that way. Nora would set the bar high and if I didn't surpass it, she would carry through on her threat. She wasn't mean, but that's how the game worked in her mind.

"Unless you're a rapist, the female does have all the power. If she says no, then you don't get sex. That's how it was when we were dating. What's wrong Paul, don't think you can win me over anymore? Lost your self confidence? What would you do if we broke up and you had to start over again? Maybe you do need practice because I don't recall you being so fearful a few years ago," she said teasingly. Nora's words stung, mainly because they rang true. I had lost some of my self confidence. In fact, I'd lost a lot of my self confidence around the entire dating thing. "Are you up for the challenge?" she asked, and now it really felt like I was being set up to fail.

"Forget it. Bad idea. I thought this would be fun, not some test of my masculinity. My day was crap and I'm tired of failing," I replied, somewhat deflated. I flopped down onto the couch and reached for the TV remote, but I didn't bother to hit the 'On' button. I was lost in my feelings of disappointment and some self-pity.

"Paul?" It was Nora's voice, but she was now using a totally different tone. "Babe, I'm sorry you had a bad day. I didn't mean to upset you?" The challenge in her voice was gone and now she sounded surprised and concerned. I didn't look up and I started to feel embarrassed at my reaction to her teasing. Maybe I could just laugh and tell her it was all an act and I was teasing her back. I forced a smile on my face and looked up at my wife. "Just joking. I'm not upset. Just playing a part."

I could see by the look on her face she wasn't buying it. She walked over and sat beside me on the couch. "I'm not testing you babe. You could win me over any day of the week. I love you. Paul, you're not failing. Babe, what's going on in that head of yours. Come here," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. Suddenly, as I felt her warmth and her comfort, all those emotions of inadequacy drained away and I just felt stupid for my reaction. I kissed her, passionately, and she kissed me back with the same intensity.

Nora broke our kiss and put her lips to my ear. While my hands began to wander up and down her back, she whispered, "So what kind of a photoshoot will we be doing tonight?" She pushed away from me, folded her hands in her lap, looked down and said, I'm just nineteen and I've only had one boyfriend. I'm very nervous because I've only seen one real penis in my entire life. I've never photographed one before so I'm kind of scared. Can you be patient with me and guide me through it?"

I smiled. Nora always liked to fill out the backstory of her character at the beginning of the scene and she was very creative. Right now, she looked and acted like a shy young woman afraid that she'd gotten herself into a situation that she wasn't ready for. Her discomfort was palpable and my arousal was growing.

"Don't worry, young lady. After all, it's just a penis. We'll keep things very professional," I said comfortingly.

"Have you ever modeled nude for a female photographer before? Oh my God, what if your thing gets hard. I think I'll faint." Nora covered her mouth with her hand at the very thought of seeing my erect penis.

I chuckled and assured her, "Erections are completely natural. No need to feel embarrassed. But I will need some closeups of my erect penis, so you may have to get right in there for the best angles. Don't be afraid. I've done this before. It's very professional, like going to the doctor."

"Do you think you could just keep that part of you covered? I'd feel a lot less nervous if your man parts weren't exposed."

"No. I'm sorry. As I explained, taking closeup shots of my erect cock is part of the assignment. It's the primary symbol of masculinity and I want lots of shots focussed on this symbol."

"Please don't use that word. It's so dirty. Can't you call it a penis?" she asked demurely as she looked away.

"Sure. I can call it that, but you're going to have to get comfortable with being just inches away from my erect penis during the photoshoot. And if you need to touch it, to position it just right for the pose, that's OK. I won't mind."

"I'll have to touch it? I don't think I can do that," the young lady said with fear in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll help you," I said reassuringly.

"OK, I have to get ready for the shoot. The studio's over there," she said pointing to the guest bedroom. "Do you want to get yourself prepared while I get my equipment? You can change in the bathroom. There's a robe in there you can put on and then wait for me in the studio. I'll need ten minutes so you might want to shower before you go to the studio." With those instructions, Nora got up from the couch and walked towards the master bedroom without looking back.

I, for one, didn't waste any time. I shot into the bathroom, stripped down and quickly showered off, paying particular attention to my crotch, ass, and underarms. I wanted to smell and taste good for my young, inexperienced photographer. After drying off, I threw on my bathrobe and headed for the 'studio'.

Being the first to arrive, I took up a position on the bed, sitting with my back against the headboard, and assumed a sexy pose, but fully covered. After a couple of minutes waiting, I heard a knock on the door. In a small voice, I heard a young lady ask, "Can I come in? Are you decent?"

"I am," I replied. "Please come in. Let's get started as we have a lot of ground to cover."

The young lady walked in wearing a very short skirt, knee length white socks, and a white button up blouse. I wasn't immediately sure, but I think there was no bra underneath. She had her shoulder length blonde hair pulled into two ponytails, one on either side of her head and this made her look barely legal. Nora inherited her great looks from her mother.

Nora's mother, Britta, was Scandanavian and I can honestly say that, at age 45, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The first time Nora brought me home, it was unannounced so the house wasn't cleaned for company and no one was dressed to entertain. I was inside the house for 30 seconds when Britta came down the stairs wearing shorts and a camisole so sheer, I could clearly see the bumps on her areolas. Nora's family had the casual Scandinavian attitude towards nudity and Britta thought nothing of displaying her very impressive breasts to her daughter's new boyfriend. Both Britta and Nora saw my jaw drop and my face turn beat red, and neither could hold back a smile at my discomfort. After introductions, with me trying desperately to keep my eyes at chin level or above, Nora suggested that her mother put something more conservative on and so she did. If it weren't for the awkwardness of the situation, I would definitely have been sporting a boner in that moment.

Over the next two years, I had many opportunities to observe Britta in various stages of exposure. As I said, she was not shy at all about her body, and I'll tell you two things I'd never admit to Nora. First, I think, at age 25, Britta was even more beautiful than my wife at the same age. Second, that first night we met, after I said goodbye and went home, I masturbated fantasizing about Britta rather than Nora. I never confessed this to Nora, though I had considered it from time to time. Not sure how that would go over so maybe it's better to keep that truth to myself.

Nora herself was a beautiful creature. I would characterize her as curvy. Not fat. No, you wouldn't see a wrinkle of fat on her except when she bent over or sideways. Her skin was taught, smooth, and flawless. Her muscle tone was excellent and her shape was mostly hourglass. No bones sticking out anywhere, just smooth beautiful flesh, warm and soft to the touch. And the real advantage of being curvy was the most amazing pair of breasts you can imagine. Full, round, firm and crowned with the most delicious nipples. Her boobs were so large and attractive, you would think she had implants, but they were all natural so they swayed, bounced, and shimmied like augmented breasts just don't. They felt wonderful in my hands, their weight and resilience so arousing. Her areolas were puffy and about the size of silver dollars, pink and bumpy without any hair or moles. Her nipples were large and symmetrical, and they felt perfect between my lips or in my mouth. No matter how hungry our future child might be, I doubt that he or she would spend more time sucking on those nipples that I had since Nora and I first met.

My young photographer walked into the 'studio' carrying a large SLR camera and a bag of lenses. Upon entering the room, she looked in my direction and then shyly looked away, laying her camera and accessories bag onto the dresser. It would probably make sense to mention at this point that Nora studied photography in college, runs a part time business shooting events like weddings when she can find work, and aspires to be a famous professional photographer some day.

"So how would you like me to pose?" I asked innocently. She started looking around the room and commented on how the light coming in from the window was actually perfect for the shoot she had in mind. I started undoing my robe, but she stopped me and said the first shots would be of me fully covered. I would slowly and sensually disrobe and she would capture me in all states of undress.

This sounded pretty hot, but more like a real photoshoot than I expected.

"By the way, my name is Josh. What's yours?" I asked, playing my character like an actor on the movie set.

"I'm Sandra. Nice to meet you," she replied coyly as she changed lenses on her camera and attached the flash device.

"So Sandra, no need to be nervous. I know you haven't seen many naked men before, but we'll go slowly and you'll be fine. Did you and your boyfriend have a sexual relationship? I mean, will my erection be the first you've seen?" I asked with a grin.

"No, I've seen my boyfriend's erect penis before. I'm sure I'll be fine so long as you can follow my directions," she said, without any apparent shyness now. Maybe she wanted to change the theme and become more assertive. If she wanted to direct instead of me taking the lead, I was fine with that. I liked the idea that she might actually take charge. I could be the bashful and insecure male model embarrassed about his first nude shoot, so long as it ended with us making love.

For the next thirty minutes, Sandra posed me and took what seemed like hundreds of pictures, first fully covered, then exposing my shoulders, chest, arms, stomach, legs and thighs. To this point, my prick had always been behind some piece of material. We maintained a playful banter during the shoot and I kind of enjoyed acting the part of the model. My hardon evaporated after about ten minutes, but I still enjoyed the sexiness of the situation and the playfulness of the scene.

Nora's character Sandra became bolder and more confident as the scene progressed. The power dynamic had definitely changed in the scene and I was now more subservient, responding to Sandra's instructions to pose this way or that. I acted shy and sought her approval for my different poses. She reassured me and told me that I was beautiful and a pleasure to photograph.

After thirty minutes, Sandra asked if I would excuse her for a few seconds. I figured she was going to come back into the studio minus her blouse and maybe her skirt, but instead, she returned with a lighting stand and started plugging it in and adjusting the intensity and direction of the light source. I had already started masturbating back to full erection while she was gone. When she saw my semi-hard dick, she said in character, "Oh, you can put that away. We won't need it yet. I need to reshoot some of the earlier pictures with different lighting."

Now, under the heat of the new light source, we repeated some old poses and struck some new ones. This lasted another fifteen minutes and I was beginning to wonder when the really sexy part would begin.

"OK Josh. Now let's lose the robe completely and lie on the bed, propped up on one elbow with your right knee across your left thigh."

"I don't think you're going to see my more manly parts in that pose," I protested.

"Little by little Josh. This is a process. We need to develop the shoot," she responded.

I was still Ok with taking our time, so I let her pose me in gradually more exposed and erotic positions. She began to concentrate now on what I would call, penis focussed shots, and constantly changed lenses, adjusted the lighting, and made slight alterations to my body position to obtain shadows and other effects she was after.

"If my penis is not in the right position, feel free to manually adjust it," I said, with a sly and expecting grin on my face. "If you need it a little thicker or longer, you could try a few gentle caresses with your fingertips. I am, afterall, a grower rather than a shower," I explained.

"No, you're doing just great. Your penis is just right for this part of the shoot. I'll ask you to stiffen it up at the right time," came the casual reply.

For the next 15 to 20 minutes, she posed me standing, sitting, bending over, and in every conceivable position. By the window so she could get my silhouette, in front of the mirror so she could get my dick and its reflection, all kinds of creative and artistic positions and settings.

"Now I need you fully erect. There are a bunch of positions I want to shoot in that state."

OK, finally, time for the fun to get started. Just the thought of it made my dick start to rise.

"Sandra, if you need me to be hard for any period of time, you might need to show me some skin. Afterall, I am a man and men are quite visual."

Nora put her camera down and quickly pulled off her blouse. Her perfect tits sat proudly above her flat belly with that innie belly button that I loved to tickle. Her areolas were round and puffy, but surprisingly, her nipples were not erect. She picked up her camera and moved around the bed looking for the best angles. I heard the shutter clicking away and figured by now, she must have shot 500 pics.

For another twenty minutes, we continued to shoot, our banter pretty much reduced to directions, but at least I was able to grab a boob from time to time and she would stroke my cock to keep it hard between shots. Even so, I was getting tired of all this and wanted to either fuck or pull the plug when she pulled off her skirt revealing only a thong underneath.

"Now Josh, I want you to lie on the bed propped up against the headboard with your knees spread and hold your erect penis up pointing towards the sky," she said with a broad grin. "Put your left hand on your left knee, stroke your penis with your right hand, and look directly at the camera at all times." Nora crawled onto the bed between my feet, lying on her stomach with the camera about 24 inches from my dick. This was getting good.

"It's a bit dry in here Sandra. Maybe you should apply a little moisture onto the head of my cock. Give it a nice shine for your pictures," I suggested, thinking we were now in blowjob position.

"Maybe in a bit," she said dismissively. For five minutes, she took pictures at different angles from her spot between my feet as I masturbated for her amusement.

"I want to see some different expressions now, Paul. Show me intensity, concentration, playfulness. I love this angle with your erection in the foreground and your face right above the head of your dick. It makes for a great contrast. In the frame, the head of your prick is just slightly larger than your real head, which is a great statement about how the two heads work together to define masculinity," she explained.

"I think my expression is turning into one of boredom," I said testily, upset that she called me Paul. She wasn't in character anymore. This was now a photoshoot and I was a model.

"Ok then, show me some anger," she responded.

"I'm not angry. I'm just tired of this scene."

"Almost finished. Come on, I want to see some anger in that expression," she persisted.

I tried to look angry, but it wasn't working.

"Ever wish you had a bigger dick, Paul?" Nora asked, still behind the camera.

"No," I said. "I'm fine with what I have."

"I wish you had a bigger dick," she quipped.

"Oh for fuck sakes Nora," I exclaimed as I heard the shutter fire rapidly.

"Just kidding babe," she quickly replied. "I just wanted to shoot that look on your face. You know I love your dick just like it is. Don't be mad. It's a photographer's trick to get a natural looking reaction for the shoot. Be cool. We'll be done soon. I just need a different filter for the camera. It's in the storage closet. I'll be back in a second," Nora explained as she hopped off the bed and went searching for her filter.

I sat there on the bed feeling like I'd had enough. It was late, I was tired, I wasn't really horney anymore, and I was done. I got up from the bed, turned off the umbrella light Nora was using for the shoot, grabbed my PJs, and went to the ensuite bathroom. I closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet. Sixty seconds later, I dropped a wad of toilet paper filled with my cum into the bowl, pissed on top of it, flushed, brushed my teeth, put on my PJs, and left the bathroom.

When I reentered the bedroom, Nora was packing up the umbrella light. Her camera and lenses were back in their travel case and she looked at me a little apprehensively. "I was going to have sex with you," she said defensively and frowned, trying to judge how upset I was. "We were almost done. I just wanted a few shots with the blue-light filter." Her voice trailed off at the end and she turned back to folding up the light. "Sorry. I guess this wasn't the evening you had in mind," she mumbled dejectedly.