The Story of… Ben Part 2: The Model

I had a message off my ‘one night stand’ Ben the other day.
“Hi baby. Feel free to say no, but would you be up for coming to the apartment and having some portraits taken?”

I gathered from his apartment that he was a keen photographer as one end of the open plan space was set up with a backdrop and some studio lights.

“Sure” I said. “What do you want me to wear?” I asked… I didn’t have a problem with him taking photos. I’d done it before with other photographers and always enjoyed it.

“No idea. I’ve only just started doing photography. Whatever you want I guess” he said answering my question.

I got ready, wearing a white, tight vest top and a leather mini skirt that made my booty look wonderful.

I got to his apartment at around 7.00pm and as I looked around his flat the memories of the other night came flooding back. I was almost tempted to call him “Sir” when I saw him again…

When he opened the door he went to peck me on the cheek. I turned my face and snogged him. I wanted to make it absolutely clear what I wanted in return…

He poured us both a drink and we chatted for a bit – it was actually more flirting than chatting and it was super fucking hot! After a while he asked if he could take my photo. “Sure where do you want me?” I replied. He took me gently by the arm and manoeuvred me in front of his backdrop. He picked up his camera. “Just tell me if you want me to do anything” I said to him. “Yeah I remember” he said with a smile – obviously referring to our last encounter where I had made him tell me exactly what he wanted me to do!

He started taking photos and I was casually changing my pose etc. “Have you photographed many women?” I asked him. “Actually you’re my first model in here” he told me. “Honoured” I replied with a smile. He seemed like a pretty decent photographer and I was enjoying myself, flaunting a little bit.

“You look amazing” he said to me. “So fucking sexy.” I stuck my ass out a little more for some shots. “What sort of bra are you wearing?” He asked me. “Why?” I enquired. He put the camera down for a second “I was wondering if you’d let me take a few shots of you in your bra” he declared. I knew he wanted this when he asked me. I liked it. I wanted it too… “I’ll allow that as long as your top is off too. It only seems fair” I told him. He instantly took his t shirt off. Revealing his lovely, toned body. I wanted to touch him so much – I wanted to feel his body against mine…

“My turn I guess” I said to him. I took my top off. “I don’t often wear bras” I said to him “especially on booty calls.” He smiled as he saw me there topless. My tits out and free. He gestured to his camera “Do you mind?” he asked. “Of course not” I replied, and he started to take topless photographs of me (one of which is the photo used on this post – cropped). I knew he was enjoying it. I could tell. So was I…

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked me to lose my skirt yet” I said to him. “Would you do that?” I laughed. “Fuck yes” I said whipping my skirt off and exposing my pussy. “I don’t often wear panties either” I said smiling.

He put the camera back up to his eye to take photographs “Woah there… Be fair” I said pointing to his trousers. He laughed but quickly took his trousers and boxers off. He started snapping away and I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick. It was getting harder and harder as he photographed me until it was fully erect. Throbbing. “Isn’t that putting you off your work?” I asked him pointing at his dick. “Yeah it is a little actually” he replied. I walked over to him and kissed him. Our naked bodies finally pressing up against each other…

As we kissed my hands were firmly squeezing his ass, and his were squeezing mine. “You’re so fucking hot” he said to me. “Do you want me to tell you what to do again?” He asked. I started kissing him again. Pulling him close so his erection was prodding in to me. I reached down and grabbed his dick really hard, it shocked him. “Not today big boy” I told him. I squeezed his penis again and lent in to whisper to him: “Get on the fucking bed now!”

He looked a little shocked but he walked over to the bed and lay on it. “Stroke your dick for me” I told him. He reached down, took it in his hand and started to masturbate. “That’s it nice and slow.” The sight of him with his cock in his hand was driving me wild. I touched my tits as I watched him, staring at his throbbing, beautiful cock.

Slowly, I walked over to the bed. He reached out a hand and touched my side. “Get your fucking hands off me until I tell you otherwise!” I shouted. He removed his hand immediately… I climbed up on the bed straddling over him, still watching him. I moved further up the bed, grabbed a handful of his hair and sat on his face. “Lick me big boy” I demanded…

He started licking me and it felt amazing, throwing me into immediate loud moans. I started grinding myself over his face and I could feel how wet I was. I looked behind me and he was still wanking himself off. “Grab my tits now” I told him in between moans. He reached out and grabbed both my tits. Squeezing them, playing with them. “Ahh Ahhh yes that’s it.” I cried out. I reached behind myself and started to stroke his cock. “Fuck yes, that’s going to make me cum ahhhh” I let go of his cock and grabbed his head with both my hands, forcing him hard in to my crotch. I screamed as I came all over his face…

I crawled down the bed a little and sat over him again. Sliding my soaked pussy over the length of his cock teasing him. His face was glistening from all of my juices and I lent forward and licked it off his mouth before snogging him again. “Get me a condom” I demanded. He reached to his bedside and handed me one. I climbed off him and rolled the condom firmly on to him before sitting back on him and rubbing my pussy all over his cock again. I then leant forward and kissed him again, reaching down so I could slip his member inside me. We both moaned in excitement at the same time. “Fuck your dick is perfect for my pussy” I said as I started to rock back and forth on his member.

“Grab my ass now” I told him as I started to ride him a little harder. He grabbed my ass and I started to bounce up and down on him. It felt so fucking deep and I came again – hard… I lent forward to kiss him, my pussy still bouncing up and down his cock, but much slower now. “You’re so fucking good” he whispered to me. I sat back up upright and arched my back. “Tease my nipples big boy”. As he started to pinch my nipples I felt myself heating up again. I started to grind on him harder and harder until “Ahhhhhhhhh yes!” I came again…

“Come fuck me on top” I said as I climbed off him and lay on my back. “Fuck me and kiss me”. He got on top of me and slipped his stiff cock inside me. As we started to kiss again I ran my hands all over his body, I was trying to feel and discover every inch of him. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him close, letting know I wanted it deeper and harder. It didn’t take long for me to cum again and as I was catching my breath he whispered to me “I really need to cum”. I kissed him again. “Okay, get off me” I replied. “Get off me and stand up on the bed.” He did as I told him and then looked at me for further instruction…

I started lightly playing with myself. “Take your condom off” as he was peeling it off I continued “and throw it on my naked body” He took the condom in his hand and threw it on to my tits which felt really seedy and sexy. “Wank yourself off. Make yourself cum all over me while I masturbate” He looked down at me and smiled…

His cock was throbbing in his hand and my eyes were glued to him again. My finger sliding in and out of my soaked pussy. He was going bright red and tensing up. I couldn’t wait to feel this. “That’s it, cum all over me big boy” I told him and then I saw the first drop of cum leave his cock before he covered me. Cumming all over me. On my tits, my stomach and my pussy. As he continued to ease the last few drops out of himself, I ran my fingers over my body and down on to my clit, playing with myself until I came…

I stayed for an hour or so afterwards having a coffee and sending myself some of the favourite photographs he had taken. I was just about to leave when he said “Can I see you Saturday again?” I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and replied “I’m sorry big boy, I can’t do this Saturday, I have to help my intern with something…”

Something tells me I’ll definitely be seeing Ben very soon again though…

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