Would You Lie To?

'Would you like to unbutton one more?'

I watched through the shutter as her delicate fingers slowly unbuttoned another button on her light pink blouse. An expanse of creamy white skin, lightly dusted with freckles, peeked out as she pulled her hands away. The inner curve of her firm breasts made for a nice cleavage.

Click. Click. Click.

I shot a rapid series of pictures just as her hand drew back, catching the movement as her hand tugged ever so slightly at the blouse in the process.

'Very nice, you look lovely. Keep going, let loose before the camera.'

She was still a little nervous, I could tell. The way she kept biting her lip told me as much, and the way her pulse fluttered in her neck. Excited too, from the hard nubs her nipples made. Was that a hint of musky arousal I could smell too?

'Are you sure this is okay?' She asked in a shaky voice.

'Of course,' I smiled, 'it's perfectly normal to be nervous at first. Why don't you grab some water and take five minutes before we continue. These boudoir shots take a lot of courage, but I'm sure your fiancé will go wild when he sees them, you look gorgeous in that outfit.'

And out of it, I thought to myself. But all in good time.

I rose from where I was sitting before her on the floor, her legs only semi-modestly covered by the fake schoolgirl skirt. Lisa was a college student who had taken the bait in my local newspaper ad. Boudoir-style photoshoots at half price if I could publish an agreed upon selection of shots. It was a sweet deal, where the customer got a professional shoot at a very pleasant price, and I got images to sell to magazines and websites. It was all above board and very much legit.

Unbeknownst to any of my models, there was a third set; one they had no recollection of posing for. Technically, they were akt-style, and in most cases, a couples shoot. Those pictures never saw the outside of my workroom. They were part of my very own private gallery of conquests.

I sat there, lost in remembrance and anticipation as Lisa walked back into the upstairs studio. She was really quite gorgeous. Medium height, with a curvy build, though no excess weight, she was just well rounded in all the right places. Her skin was very pale, almost like heavy cream, with a liberal spattering of rust-red freckles from her hair to the top of her torso. Maybe even lower as well, as I was sure I would discover as the photoshoot progressed.

Her face was almost heart-shaped, with a cute nose and fiery green eyes that sparkled in my studio lights. Atop it all was an artfully shapeless mass of bright copper curls that cascaded down to her shoulders.

Lisa walked past me with a smile and sat down on the low couch. We were in my upstairs studio, a single large room with various furniture to allow for all kinds of scenes. This particular shoot was supposed to be a bedroom boudoir style. The king-sized bed made a nice backdrop as she sat and pretended to undress, as per our agreed scene. Lisa had been a little reluctant at first, unsure what to include in the shoot that was a birthday present for her fiancé.

I had showed her my portfolio, a selection of particularly good shots I had taken over the years, selected to showcase both my skill and the variations possible. She had liked the idea of a blouse and skirt first and then a simulated strip before bed, allowing for both a modest strip tease sequence, some lingerie and nightwear.

She was still undecided on the topic of nudity, and we had decided to start shooting first and decide as we went.

'I have an idea that might help you relax,' I began, preparing the camera for action. 'Try and pretend I'm your fiancé, he's the one who'll get these pictures, after all'

Lisa nodded and bit her lip again in that endearing fashion. This time I got it on camera as well.

'Excellent, just continue where we left off. Open the rest of the buttons, one at a time.'

She did just that, my camera clicking busily as more and more of the cleavage and stomach appeared. When she had the front completely undone, she held the two lapels halfway closed, looking expectantly at me.

'Very nice! You have such flawless skin!'

Compliments are important, and my very own little trick of course.

'Now remove the blouse slowly, pull it open and push your chest out a little as you do it. Look at the camera seductively. Yes! Just like that!'

My camera clicked like crazy, catching every nuance as she removed her blouse and let it fall to the bed. I rose carefully, adjusting my hardening cock as I looked at her firm breasts contained in a lacy, semi-transparent bra. I took a couple more shots as she sat there, both whole figure and close-ups of her upper body. Zooming a little, I was able to frame most of her head and the top of her breasts at once, her pink areolas visible through the lacy material.

'That was just perfect, now get up slowly and walk around to the side of the bed.'

She did that, and I followed her movement, clicking away to catch the elegant curves of her body as she walked. Lisa stopped by the side of the bed and looked back at me over her shoulder.

'Great, hold it there and stretch your arms in the air like you would after a long day.'

I stepped back to get her whole figure in frame.

'Perfect! Now spin slowly around once as I come closer.'

More great shots as her flat stomach turned towards me, her long legs peeking out from beneath the skirt.

'Okay, time for bed now. Slowly start pulling the skirt off, and turn towards the bed as you do. Then bend slightly forward and lower it to the ground.'

I watched as she pulled the skirt slowly down over the top of her firm ass, the creamy skin glowing in the warm afternoon light. I sat down slowly as she finished her strip, her ass towards me and almost bare, save for the inquisitive thong that disappeared between her globes.

'Beautiful! You look stunning like that! Now put your left knee on the bed as if you're about to crawl into it and hold there.'

She lifted her leg and set the knee down on the soft mattress. From my vantage, I looked straight up at the barely covered pussy, the lacy material molded around her lips and almost transparent. It was extremely erotic, and the play of light and shadow made it so one could almost, but not quite, see the details of her pussy.

'Very sexy, you look amazing like that. Would you like to pull your panties to the side?'

Lisa nodded and slid one hand down, gently pulling the fabric to one side, baring her light pink flower to me. And my camera. I shot a burst sequence just as the fabric slid over her lips, opening her up ever so slightly to show the inner pinkness of her opening. I shot a few more shots from different angles for good measure, moving closer to get some very detailed close-ups as well.

'Damn, that's hot. Would you like to put your panties back in place and forget we took these last pictures?'

Lisa nodded again and resumed her previous pose.

I suppose I should explain.

I do not know exactly when and how it happened, but at some point in my early adulthood, I discovered I had a special talent. It was accidental at first, some strange occurrences, good fortune or luck. Requests that got fulfilled when I never expected them to and so on. Once I became aware of these strange happenings, I started exploring my ability diligently.

I found that any request I made that started with the phrase 'would you like to', always was fulfilled. The 'victim' would simply do whatever I proposed, and treat it naturally. I learned that it was best to make requests in increments, though I suppose I could have asked for pretty much anything. Later, I would ask them to forget whatever I did if I messed up. It was difficult to restrain myself at first, but I figured it would be better for the long turn to keep a low profile. Slow and steady wins the race. Those first few months, though, I went a little overboard.

Like any warm-blooded young man, I saw a lot of naked bodies that summer. That was also when I discovered I both a love and talent for photography. I have always been slightly introverted, and this gave me new confidence, something to excel at, and a purpose.

Three years at college gave me a degree in photography. During and after that, a long string of minor requests, phrased just the right way, saw me to where I am today.

I have a large house in a nice suburb. Nothing too fancy, just comfortable and with lots of spare rooms for guests and an eventual family. My garage has been converted to a studio, with the first floor a garage-set, a nice hardtop Mustang with lots of chrome details, as well as a custom bike. These, I never ride, they are studio furniture for photoshoots. The second floor is, as I described, a large open space with both a bedroom area, and office area, and even a classroom set, complete with blackboard and lectern.

The 'naughty schoolgirl' type photos will never die, at least not in my studio.

At present, I am debt free, have a sizeable bank account and numerous sources of steady income. Through my work as an upscale photographer I have come across a number of well-off individuals, many of whom have agreed to take me on as an independent consultant. I am an external advisor, personal assistant, executive counselor and a plethora of other titles, all of which come with a modest salary. In total, however, I make more than enough to support a very comfortable lifestyle and indulge myself to whatever fancy gadgets I like. Needless to say, I have very good equipment for my favorite past-time, shooting pictures of more or less naked college students and others who reply to my ads.

I suppose I could have gone all out and asked for all kinds of wealth, pretty much anything I wanted. My usually cautious nature urged me stay low, however, and I found that keeping a low profile and siphoning wealth in a number of smaller trickles makes it a lot easier to keep below the radar of whoever wants to look. A fair number of my titles are not entirely bogus either, and I have performed actual work for most of my 'bosses' at one time or another, mostly photography, of course.

In my office, amongst the piles of external hard drives of pictures, I have a very spicy set of a certain lawyers' daughters' bridal boudoir. The groom and I had a very nice time of it, and I even let him have the privilege of being the first to come inside of his fresh bride. Not that any of them remember more than a few pictures as he carried her across the threshold to their suite after the wedding.

Have I mentioned I love my hobby?

Shaking out of my reverie, I looked down at Lisa. She had crawled onto the bed and stood on all fours, ass towards me. I shot a few pictures of her marvelously rounded ass, the thong just thin enough to give a glimpse of that puckered skin around her backdoor entrance. Excellent.

'Okay, Lisa, that was very good. You look so sexy in that lingerie and I'm sure your fiancé will love them. But it's time to make a choice. We can continue with the series as you prepare for bed, undressing more and showing him more of your marvelous body, or we can skip to the nightwear and take some implied shots. Hinting without showing. What do you think?'

Lisa turned and looked at me, sitting down self-consciously and thought. After a minute or so, she looked down at her own chest and spoke in a low voice.

'Well,' she hesitated and slid her hands up to cup her breasts, 'he's seen these already, and more. So it's not like I'm showing him anything new. And I know he loves them.' She grasped her breasts a little and laughed in spite of the flush that was spreading in her cheeks. I quickly got my camera up and shot a few pictures.

'These pictures are all mine, right, the ones I want to keep?'

I nodded and eased her concern, 'Between you, your fiancé, my camera and me. None other will see these, ever.' And it was true, I never shared my hoard of pictures. They would incriminate me as much as any of my clients if they ever got out.

'Okay,' she said, drawing a breath and letting it out as she decided. 'Let's give him something a little spicier to drool over. But just the top, okay?'

I nodded and prepared my camera, moving slightly to the side to get all of her front in my frame.

'Just relax and close your eyes. Don't mind me, imagine you're stripping for your fiancé instead. Yes, just like that. Slowly now, ease the straps off first and pull the cup down just a tad. Make him wait before you reveal your treasure.'

Click. Click. Click.

'Very nice, Lisa, you look hot as hell! Now open the bra in the back and hold the cups in place with your other arm. Yes! Just like that. Now look my way and give me your best seductive smile. Excellent, you're on fire!'

Click. Click. Click.

'Now let the bra slowly fall and cup your breasts together, hiding the nipples with your hands. Yes, great job. Arch your back a little, let him see the curve of your ass. Yes! Good girl. Now slowly remove your hands, slide them out to the side. Let him see what he wants. Oh, wow, I can see why he likes those! You're stunning!'

Lisa smiled shyly in a most adoring way, proud of her flawless skin, no doubt, but still shy as well. These pictures would indeed set her fiancé's heart racing. I got her to tweak her nipples a little, her gasp quite genuine as she fondled herself in front of my lens. Next, she lay back on the bed and I got a number of insanely hot pictures up the length of her body, alternating between keeping her tits and her barely covered pussy in focus. When she spread her legs a little to roll over, I caught the unmistakable wet spot in the lower part of that tiny triangle of lace.

'Oh, wow, he's gonna love these, Lisa. You're doing great! Now slide up until you're on your knees and reach back as if to start pulling your panties down. Let's string him along a little, hint at what's next, okay?'

Lisa murmured a 'yes', muffled by the cover as she was face down as if ready to be taken from behind. The wet spot was very obvious now, she was no doubt loosening up and getting into the roleplay.

'Okay, you decide, Lisa. I'll keep shooting and you pull the panties down as far as you want, you decide how much he'll get to see.'

Lisa started pulling the flimsy string down across her firm, round ass. I shot as fast as I could, moving up and down slowly to get all possible angles. Just as the fabric was about to lift away from her pussy and bare it all, she stopped and looked back at me. She looked as if she was deciding, or gathering courage.

I shifted slightly to the side, getting her face in the shot alongside her marvelous ass and nodded, urging her on. Lisa drew another deep breath and pulled the panties lower, giving me and my camera a marvelous view of her pink lips. I got just the right angle to capture a thread of juice as it connected her swollen lips to the lace of the panties. The light made it sparkle.

'Okay, that should give him something to look at,' Lisa said and started to pull the panties back up slowly. I shot a few more as she pulled it back up, her lips peeking out on one side. Just the way I like.

'Would you like to do a few point-of-view shots? As if it was your fiancé behind the camera?'

My suggestion gave her no option but to nod.

Holding the camera in my right hand and shooting, I reached for her ass. I watched as my hand came into view through the lens and shot a few frames as I slowly pulled the thong to the side and spread her ass. She gasped with pleasure as I let my thumb drift across her sphincter, down towards her swollen opening. Another gasp that became a moan drifted from her throat as I pushed my thumb inside of her. The velvety warmth covered my finger as it slid inside her, and my skin glistened as my thumb came back out, slick with her juices. Her moan became almost guttural as I slid my thumb down between her lips, parting them like silk until I pulled the hood back from her clit. I shot a number of very nice close-ups of her shiny, exposed clit as I gently massaged it a little. Fresh grool poured from her, and I smeared it all over her pussy until it sparkled and shone in my camera view. Lisa was panting now, probably close to an orgasm from the sound of it.

I scooped up a dollop of her juice and greedily sucked it off my thumb, savoring the tangy taste of her. What to do next? My now rock hard cock wanted nothing so much as to plow into her, blasting her insides with cum, but I knew the finale would be that much better if I kept my zipper closed a little while longer. Her ass would look glorious with a fresh palm print as well, but alas, this was not one of those shots. That was for the basement studio. Regretfully, I stood back up, chuckling at the disappointed mewl from Lisa as I stopped fingering her pussy.

'Very nice, you taste delicious. Would you like to forget we took these last pictures where I played with your delicious pussy?'

Naturally, she nodded.

'Okay, I think it's time for the negligee now, the final set. Would you like to forget I'm here and change into it?'

Lisa stood up next to the bed and unceremoniously dropped her panties to the floor. I took a few discrete pictures of her standing naked, the light playing across her smooth curves.

The negligee slid over her body, the practically transparent fabric clearly showing her rock hard nipples and toned stomach skin down to the tiny landing strip atop her clit. Lisa twirled once, making the dress flare out a little, something my camera greedily captured for posterity.

Next, she climbed into the bed and got under the covers until everything but her arms, shoulders and head was covered.

'Okay, I'm ready,' she called in a slightly too high voice, as if I was in another room, courtesy of my suggestion.

I walked up beside her and did a few readings with the photometer, deciding the light needed to be adjusted slightly. Adjustments made, I pulled up the step ladder and made myself comfortable, looking down at her through my lens. She probably saw the bulge in my pants, for she smirked as I settled myself. She made no comment though, and I pretended not to notice. She would be seeing a lot more of it soon enough. Up close and personal.

'Okay,' I said, focusing on her face to capture her lovely face as I explained. 'You're in bed, ready for the night. We can do this set two ways, I think. One, you shift around in bed as if you're trying to get comfortable, then gradually shift the cover around and expose whatever you want him to see. Or two, you're in bed, ready for sleep when he comes into the room and you decide to tease him a little and entice him to come into bed. I think both would work very well, but they will play out a little differently in terms of what I'll tell you to do, where to look and so on. What do you think?'

'Option one,' Lisa said after a brief consideration. 'I think I want pictures where I don't look into the camera as much.'

'Very good, that will work nicely. I've started already, but let's get some shots first where you just keep your eyes closed and lay still. I'll get off the ladder and walk around a little to get different angles, just relax and lay back as if you're sleeping.'

Lisa did just that, the light setting her curls on fire, giving her an almost beatific look. Very nice pictures, those.

'Great, you look so serene. Now start shifting a little, turning this way and that. Keep your eyes closed. Great, just like that! I'll move around a little more before getting back up on the ladder, just toss and turn a little, maybe kick the cover off your leg or something. Yes, very nice. You have such marvelous legs!'

'Okay, I'm back up on the ladder now, let's turn up the heat a little. Pull the cover down to your stomach as if you're hot. Perfect! Just like that! Now turn onto your back. Wow, that looks really nice!'