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The awakening part 1
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Looking back I suppose I've always had a naughty streak in me - a desire to expose my tits and pussy for men to see and enjoy.
What I didn't realise at the time is that there were some key milestones on the journey to where I am now... a journey from good girl... to even better girl!
These were often simple things- getting undressed in front of the window in the hope that someone would see: hoping that I get pulled over by traffic officers whilst on long car journeys so I could offer them something naughty to avoid a ticket.
My fantasies should have given me a clue I suppose. They were always about being used as a sex toy, being stripped, bent over and spanked before being used by multiple men.
But then I would come back to 'real life' and put those ideas into a box, firmly sealed and hidden away until I got horny again. They were shameful secrets that I didn't dare to share with anyone - I hardly shared them with myself to be honest.
And then one day a boyfriend bought me a gift of a boudoir photo session.
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Part of me was really excited about the shoot. It would be a chance to have some professional risqué photos for my boyfriend to enjoy and I knew he would show them to his mates - even though he denied it.
The other part was scared silly. I knew it would be a female photographer but even so I was anxious about being "sexy" for the camera.
The gift packages said that it included a variety of props but I decided to take my own lingerie. I had no idea what would be appropriate so I ordered a selection of outfits, some covering my tits and pussy and others which left nothing to the imagination.
The day of the photo shoot arrived and my boyfriend dropped me outside the studio. I asked him not come in with me as it would make me more self conscious.
As I walked towards the counter at the back of the shop I realised that the person serving was a guy. An older guy in fact. He must have been in his 50s and I was still just 28.
I told him that I had an appointment with Cheryl.
"Yeah, Cheryl's off sick." He said, without looking up.
He seemed quite grumpy, obviously he had to cover her work.
He looked at the appointment book on the table top and must have suddenly realised that I was there for a boudoir shoot. I saw a smile flit across his face before he stood up and looked at me more intently. He looked me up and down and, his eyes lingering on my firm 36D tits. His tone changed.
"I'm very sorry that Cheryl can't do your shoot today. I can rebook it for you but the earliest slot she's got isn't til September, its wedding season." He said this with a casual shrug of his shoulders but his twisted smile showed that he was anything but relaxed about the situation.
Before I could react he offered,
"Or I could do it for you now."
My uncertainty must have shown on my face because he quickly added,
"Don't worry madam, I'm a total professional. There's nothing smutty about this process I assure you."
There was something about the way that this 50-something man said "smutty" as he leered at my tits that made my nipples harden. Even fully dressed I felt slutty under his gaze.
And I wanted more. |
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Normally I would have taken control of the situation and said a firm thank you and asked about next steps. But I wanted to explore this new feeling of sluttishness.
Something inside of me knew to let him take control, to be submissive, to be pleased at his attention.
"Thank you so much." I said, "I am very grateful."
He led me through a door at the back of the shop to where there was a white backdrop, big silver umbrella and other photography paraphernalia. To one side there was a limp curtain. This was the "changing room".
"Pop your stuff in there." he said as he walked back into the shop. I heard him lock the door.
I felt vulnerable and excited. I was alone with this guy and was about to take off my clothes.
When he came back he took me through the logistics, assuring me that it was all totally professional and that I would own the rights to all the images so I could be assured that once I had chosen my preferred pics all the originals would be destroyed.
Then he suggested that I get changed whilst he set up the camera.
I pulled the badly fitting curtain behind me aware that even if I wanted total privacy I wouldn't get it. There was a 1 inch gap in the curtains and I decided not to struggle to close it as I began undressing. As I bent over and removed my jeans and everyday knickers I heard him call out.
"Just take your time, no need to rush."
From the sound of his voice I could tell that he had moved further away. So as I turned around I deliberately nudged the curtain with an elbow, creating a wider gap for him to look through.
I turned towards the gap and then pulled my t shirt over my head. Before my eyes were blindfolded by the fabric I saw him turn and face the changing area.
I stood still, arms above my head and my face partly obscured, my tits covered only by a white sheer bra.
1, 2, 3, 4.
I let the seconds tick by to ensure he had a good look. It was a trick I had learned from undressing in front of my bedroom window.
I could hear him breathing deeply even from the other side of the room and wondered if I had gone too far. |
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When I dared to look I saw he had his back me moving some equipment that looked heavy. Maybe he had hadn't seen anything.
Still facing forward, but this time with eyes wide open looking through the gap in the curtains, I undid my bra, uncovering my breasts.
He wasn't looking. Even though I was worried about being too obvious I was disappointed that he was facing the other direction.
I grabbed a pink lace number with matching thong and got 'dressed'. It didn't cover much but my nipples and pussy were hidden. I stepped out into the studio with my heart in my mouth.
He looked over. His eyes feasting greedily on the sight before him. I began to walk towards where he stood with the camera, aware that my tits were bouncing with every step.
"Have you got anything else?" He asked. "Pink's not a great colour... it tends to look washed out under the lights. Black is always good."
Deflated I went back into the changing space. I felt like a fool. A naive fool. He was just a professional doing his job. I must have misinterpreted his reaction.
This time I made sure the curtain was properly closed and I changed from the pink into the only black outfit I had, a bodystocking, open at front and back, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I came back out, my red stilettos announcing my arrival.
"Yeah, that will work well." He said and carried on fiddling with his camera. "Just sit on one of the chairs for me whilst I adjust some settings." He added.
There were 2 seats, a big soft armchair and a hard wooden one. Given that my ass and pussy were uncovered I decided against the soft one and sat gingerly on the hard wooden surface. It was cold against my arse cheeks and the cool brush against my pussy felt naughty. My arms instinctively covered my exposed tits as he turned and looked at me.
Now that I was under his gaze I felt self conscious and embarrassed. He probably saw lots of women in their lingerie in his profession and I wasn't anything different ... it was just a job.
"Right, I need to check the contrasts on the camera before we start with the proper shots," he said, "can you move your arms out of the way so I can take a few test shots?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." I replied and I moved my arms exposing my full breasts for the camera. |
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"Don't worry, you'll learn what I want from you." He answered.
My heart started thumping. Maybe I was wrong, this wasn't just a job, he was enjoying looking at my half naked body. I felt powerful and exposed at the same time.
He walked closer with something in his hand. He held it up next to my breasts.
"Just testing the light." He explained as he brought it in between my breasts, his hand touching my flesh. "Perfect." He declared and began to walk back towards the camera which now stood on a tripod.
"Well almost perfect." He put down the light meter and walked back towards me. "Those nipples should be harder."
He reached down and pinched both nipples. I should have pulled back. I should have protested. But instead I sat still and enjoyed the sensations rolling over me as I allowed him to play with my nipples. Sensing my enjoyment he cupped one breast then the other as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
"Great tits." He mumbled to himself and sat down in the armchair facing me.
"Have you ever done pics like this before?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"In that case, allow me to direct you. I know what men want to see so I'll make sure your boyfriend is very happy with these photos." |
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"Thank you", I said, looking down at my feet. "Just tell me what I have to do."
"Oh I will, don't you worry about that." He replied.
My pussy tingled at the thought of being controlled by this older man.
"I bet you've never heard of Christine Keeler have you?" He asked as he walked back towards the camera.
I shook my head again.
"She famously brought down an MP in the 60s and more famously posed on a wooden chair like the one you're sitting on. Turn it around and straddle it." It wasn't a request, it was a command.
I did as I was told. The bodystocking stretched wide to reveal my pussy as I sat back down. And I noticed him looking intently. The chair had a curved wooden back which would cover my pussy in the photographs and the top of it just hid my nipples from view.
"Oh yeah" He said to himself. It was almost a moan.
"Now sit up straighter so you tits are on show."
As I adjusted my position he clicked away with the camera. His face obscured by the lens. |
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"Now stand up but stay straddled over the chair."
My pussy was now on show but I did as I was told. I could feel that I was wet and he must have noticed.
"Good girl. Now I'm going to come behind you and I want you to bend over for me. The guys are going to love that view."
Again, I did as I was told and again I heard him moan as the camera took multiple images.
"Now move that bodystocking away from your tits so I can see them hanging down as you bend over." He said as he moved to one side.
I pulled the fabric out of the way so he had a better view of my tits.
"Wonderful. You're a natural. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"No, this is my first time." I confessed. Not sure if I should be ashamed at my innocence or proud of my natural ability.
"You'd make a fortune in porn." He said, still hidden behind the camera so I couldn't read his expression. "If you like I can help you get a portfolio together."
I was stunned into silence.
"No need to answer just now, have a think about it." He said. Then as an after thought he added, "now spread your legs wider for me like a good girl so I can see that swollen pussy." |
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As I did so the camera took multiple shots and he groaned.
"I can see how wet you are. You're loving this aren't you, you dirty girl? Maybe I should treat you like a proper slut. Get your head down and your arse up."
I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing my face close to the chair seat.
"Yes. That's it. Show that arse and pussy to the camera."
I could hear his breathing and knew that he was close, operating the camera with a remote sensor.
He adjusted my legs so that my hips were higher and then, before I could react, I felt his hands on my arse, spreading me wide for all to see.
I'm sure for many women this would have been an utter indignity but I loved it. My pussy was swollen, wet and throbbing with excitement. I wanted to feel his fingers slide down and explore my wetness. Instead of standing up and slapping his face I stayed where I was, hoping to feel a fat cock push against my pussy.
The camera kept clicking. And then after a moment's silence he said, "Right that's it. We've got plenty of pics for your fella and plenty more in case you want to take me up on my offer."
I stood up. Unreasonably shy all of a sudden and I hurried back to the changing room where I quickly put my jeans and the shirt back on.
By the time I was properly dressed again he was back at the desk in the shop.
He took my email addresss and said that he would send me all the pics in colour and black and white for me to select my favourites for the boudoir album.
He gave me a dirty smile and then added, "let me know if you want any more photos taken, I'm always happy to help."
I walked out into the afternoon sunshine, amazed at what had just happened. My pussy was wet and swollen with excitement. I had loved being exposed, controlled and manhandled by a stranger. But it had stopped almost as soon as it begun and already I began to doubt myself. Without the proof of any photographs I wasn't even sure of what happened.
When the photos arrived later that week there was no sign of the final images with my head down and arse spread. I guessed that he kept them for himself, or sold them to porn sites. And a part of me hoped that they had been seen by thousands of strangers.
It was years before I fully admitted to myself that the photographer had been right all along. He uncovered a slutty side of me that has since taken flight. And if I could find him again I wouldnt shake his hand, I would suck his cock!! |
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By *eereMan
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Thank you dee you did it again got me all hot under the collar your so good at this we all enjoyed your story and it’s even better you add the pics for us all to see keep it going hope to see and here more from you soon  |
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