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THE CAMERA EYE
by Spudboy
I am an aspiring photographer, twenty-four and a grad
student with a B.A. in Psychology. I’m currently working
on a second degree in Art. My Psych background never gave
me any special powers over women, and I’m not particularly
attractive, so I’ve had understandable difficulty with
finding female models to photograph. I’ve started to become
more confident in talking to women,though, and with the
right approach and a little luck, well, who knows?
The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Episode #1: My First Model
The deadline for my photography assignment was swiftly
approaching, and was beginning to doubt whether I’d be able
to find a subject in time. I wanted--not entirely
objectively--to do a layout on what I called the 'Nineties
Woman,' meaning pierced body parts, tattoos, and attitude.
But I was having more trouble that I thought I would finding
an ideal model, especially one who would agree to be
photographed by such a rather unstudly guy like myself.
She was tall and a little on the skinny side, and had
an incredibly cute and compact ass. I had ample time to
study that particular feature as I followed her into the
library. I’d seen from a short distance away a few minutes
before as she walked out of the Humanities building, her
shoulder-length black hair pulled back to reveal half a
dozen rings in her ear, and as she turned to say goodbye to
a friend, I saw that she had a small ring dangling from the
center of her nose. Usually, I don’t really go for nose
rings, but on her, it looked good. Or maybe she looked good
on it.
Anyway, I followed her into the library, glad that I had
my camera bag with me. I’d learned that it was an invaluable
tool, even when I wasn’t looking for a subject. Something
about it seemed to make people take me more seriously, even
the women.
She walked over to the index computers and began
searching. I decided that it’d probably be better if I waited
to talk to her until she was on her way out, so I loitered
around for about ten minutes as she located her books and
checked them out.
"Hi," I said, walking up to her as she headed for the
doors.
She looked at me appraisingly. "Hi." She had dark
brown eyes and pale skin, and her face was clear and
attractive. Her nose ring was black and hung down halfway
to her upper lip. Both ears were heavily adorned with small
earrings. She was perfect.
For a terrible moment I had no idea what to say.
Instead of fumbling for words, I decided to take the honest
approach.
"I saw you walking here from class, and I noticed that
you’d perfect for a photography layout I’m working on."
She looked at me suspiciously, but slowed down to talk.
"What kind of a layout?"
I shrugged and smiled. "Well, I call it the 'Nineties
Woman,' and you certainly fit in that category, if you don't
mind me saying so."
She flashed me a little smile. "This is really for an
art class?" She asked seriously. "No nudity or anything?"
As if I didn’t hope. "No, just a photo spread of
you in a few different poses, showing off your 'look'."
"Does it pay anything?"
"Well, no," I said apologetically, "though I'd be happy
to take you out to dinner or something." Great thinking,
genius, a pickup line. I'd probably just blown it.
To my surprise, she smiled a little, and seemed to
consider it for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Okay, sure.
What the hell."
"Great! Um, when’s good for you?"
She chewed her lip for a moment. "How ‘bout tomorrow?
Around six?"
"Sure. Just meet me here, in front of the library, and
we’ll take it from there."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay, cool."
"Oh, by the way, my name’s Rick," I said, offering
her my hand.
She squeezed it for a moment. "Angela. Well, I
gotta get to a class, so I’ll see you tomorrow."
I nodded. "See you then." She walked out and I
wandered around the library for a with a grin on my face.
I was plenty stoked just to finally have landed a model.
Maybe my luck had finally changed.
Well, at almost six-thirty the following day, and I
was beginning to feel stood up. I’d been at the library
since a little before six, and still no Angela. My spirits
were sinking fast, and I’d just about decided to call it
quits when I saw her walking quickly toward the door.
She came up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry I’m
so late. I had to rewrite a paper for my Ethnic Studies
class."
"No big deal," I replied, just glad that she actually
showed.
"Do I need any special clothes or anything?" She
asked.
"Uh, no," I said looking at what she was wearing. She
had on a black Ministry T-shirt, black pants, and a pair of
heavily scuffed Docs. There was an Egyptian Ankh on a thin
cord around her neck, not the cheap pewter kind but brass or
maybe bronze. Cool.
"This outfit’s fine," I told her.
"So," she said, glancing at the camera bag. "Where
are we going?"
"Well, the Art Department’s studio is being used
right now. I do have a mini-studio at my apartment, but I
won’t be insulted if you don’t feel like going to some Art
weirdo’s apartment," I said with a smile. "I’m sure we can
find someplace, maybe the mall."
She looked at me with a thoughtful expression, the
black ring dangling prettily from her cute nose. "You seem
like a nice enough guy to me. We can go to your place, if
you want."
Thank you, God. "Alright then, follow me." We
walked the short distance to my apartment. Angela told me
that she was a CS major, of all things, and after talking with
her for a few minutes, she seemed pretty bright. A little
weird, but bright, and oddly enough, she actually seemed to
be warming up to me.
I ushered her inside my two-bedroom apartment,
showing her around a little before taking her to the 'studio.'
It was really nothing more than the second bedroom set up
with a light bar and a backdrop, and I’d never even really
used it before.
There was a small sofa and a couple chairs, and I
told Angela to have a seat while I got things ready. There
was a portfolio of some of my earlier photographs on the
sofa, and she picked it up and thumbed through them as I set
up my camera on the tripod and angled the lights.
"Wow," she said, coming to the small section of
nudes. "Did these girls really pose for you?"
I grinned. "Not exactly, they were models hired by
the art department. You’re actually the first to grace my
humble studio."
She smiled. "Cool. I feel honored."
"Okay," I announced. "Everything’s set. Just stand
in front of the backdrop, and we’ll see how the camera likes
you." She got up and took postion, looking at me with a wry
smile as I focused in on her. I’d decided to use black and
white film since it would give her skin and the backdrop a lot
of contrast with her dark clothes and hair.
"Alright, try crossing your arms and looking at the
camera like you hate it." She did, frowning and narrowing
her eyes enough to look genuinely mean. "Good," I said
taking a few shots of her. "Now look off to the side like
you’re bored." I took a few more pictures.
"Okay, now look back at the camera like you love it."
She flashed a little grin and did so, her eyes softening and
her face conveying such an intensely sexy and loving
expression that I started to get a hard-on.
"Whoa," I exclaimed, taking several shots. "You’d better
do something else before you melt the camera." She grinned,
and put her hands on her hips, lifing her chin and looking at
me almost arrogantly. She seemed to be getting the hang of
this.
"Very good," I said, clicking away. "Just do whatever
you feel like doing." Angela lifted her arms and slid her
fingers through her hair, lowering her chin and looking
sexily at the camera. Then she slowly spun around, seeming
to show off her tight ass. I had a respectable boner by now,
one that didn’t waver even as she seemed to settle down and
do a few less-provacative poses. I suddenly wondered if she
had any other hidden Nineties Woman attributes.
"Do you have any tattoos?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah," she answered with a grin. "But I don’t
know if I wanna show it."
"Oh," I said with disappointment, sincerely hoping
she might eventually change her mind. Another thought
occured to me. "You wouldn’t happen to be pierced
anywhere else, would you?"
She didn’t answer, but instead pulled up her T-shirt a
little, revealing her slim pale stomach and a pierced
bellybutton.
"Nice," I commented sincerely. It was a gold ring, about
the same size as the black one in her nose. I took a few
pictures for posterity, then stopped to load a new roll of film.
"So, how do you like being a model so far?" I asked.
She smiled. "It’s pretty cool. More fun than I thought
it’d be."
"Wait ‘til you see the pictures. They’re going to be
great." I finished reloading and looked at Angela with my
most disarming smile. "You still sure you don’t want to show
your tattoo? After all, it is part of your look."
She frowned and seemed to waver. "Oh, okay," she said,
breaking into a smile. "You talked me into it."
I felt my heart thud heavlily in my chest as she
unbuttoned her pants and turned around, dropping them just
enough to show the small tattoo of a crouching jaguar on her
lower left buttock. That, and also the fact that she didn’t
seem to be wearing underwear. Her smooth and curvy butt was
even more gorgeous in the flesh, and she held her pants down
long enough for me to take several shots of it, all of which
would likely be going into my new private collection.
"Wow," I said, feeling a compliment was in order. "You
have a *very* nice backside, Angela. Your boyfriend is is
very lucky guy."
She pulled her pants back up and turned around with
an embarrassed smile. "Thanks. I’m kinda between
boyfriends right now, though. Have been for a while."
"Oh," I said, feeling warmer. "That’s too bad."
She laughed. "Too bad, huh? You shouldn't complain."
With that, she grinned and pulled up her shirt, dispelling
any doubts I might’ve had about her not having a bra. She
flashed me her small but very perky tits, the pair of gold
rings in her pierced brown nipples shining in the track
lights. It wasn’t exactly a flash, as she held her shirt
up for several seconds, long enough for me to happly snap
away a few more pictures. This was quickly surpassing my
expectations.
"You’ve been holding out on me," I joked in a
husky voice as Angela slowy pulled her shirt down and
looked at me with a smile. She didn’t seem to notice the
arousal in my voice, either that or she didn’t mind. This was
the first time a girl had ever flashed her tits at me, or her
butt for that matter.
I’m embarrased to say that I was still a technical
virgin, though as a horny teenager I’d screwed practially
everything in the house, save for the cat and, of course, a
girl. In my sophmore year at high school I’d gotten sucked
off regularly behind the bleachers by my long-time friend
Jenny, who’s talented mouth and tasty twat unfortunately
moved away halfway through the year. Since then my sexual
experiences had been limited to self-indulgence.
Coming back to what I hoped was reality, I saw Angela
grinning sheepishly at me. "Well," she said hesitantly,
"there is one more thing I haven’t shown you." The wheels
in my brain spun wildly for a moment, then found traction.
No way.
I looked at her, pretending not to have guessed what
she meant. "Really, what?"
She unbuttoned her pants again and slowly lowered
them down to her mid-thighs. I stared in a state of mild
shock as her dark V of carefully trimmed black pubes came into
sight, then she spread her legs as far apart as her pants
would allow, which was plenty enough to reveal the shaved lips
of her pussy and the captivating gold gleam of a clit-ring.
My dick twitched in my pants, and I almost forget about the
camera. I quickly ducked down and used up the last of the
film on a gradually zooming in sequence of shots, which
ended up with a few very mouth-watering pictures of her
distended and slightly damp-looking bejewelled pussy.
"Wow," I almost gasped as the shutter clicked away,
swallowing hard. "You certainly aren’t camera-shy, are you,
Angela?" She giggled, looking a little self-conscious, but not
much. And why should she be, I pondered light-headedly.
After all, this was art!
"You did say you wanted to me to show off my ‘look’,
right?" She said.
I nodded with a smile. "And a very nice ‘look’ it is.
Didn’t it hurt, though?" I asked, carefully rewinding the
film and popping a fresh roll in. Color this time.
"A little, yeah," she answered. "I just got the hood
pierced. Some chicks actually get their clits done, but that
was a little too much for me." She started to pull her pants
up.
I decided to go for the gusto. "Cool. I’ve never had
a chance to see one before. Would you mind if I got a closer
look?" I tried to sound merely curious, though this was quite
possibly the most turned on I’d even been in my life.
She shrugged casually. "Sure, go ahead." She
lowered her pants again. I walked around from behind the
camera and knelt down about two feet away from her, my
heart thumping in my chest as my eyes came level with her
yummy-looking twat. I stared at it in fascination, not
wanting to miss even the smallest detail. The lips were
large and swollen-looking, but I couldn’t tell from this
angle whether she was tight or loose. The ring hung from
a fold of light brown skin at the top of her slit.
I glanced up at her eyes, seeing that she was watching
me with a wry little smile. Feeling suddenly bolder, I
leaned forward a little and exhaled deeply, blowing warm air
over her pretty crotch.
"Oooh!" She exclaimed with a giggle, her slender
hips shaking slightly. "That feels nice." My head swimming,
I did it again, taking an even deeper breath and releasing it
slowly over her pussy
"Oooooh!" She giggled again, her body shuddering a
little. This time it was *her* voice that sounded a little
husky. "You’d better stop that before I stick it in your
face, Rick." She was smiling a sexy, wicked-looking smile.
My pulse pounded hotly in my ears. "Is that a threat?"
I asked with a smile of my own.
"Nope," she replied. "That’s a promise."
I took a second to ponder how something like this could
happen to an average guy like me, but only a second. I took
another deep breath, and slowly let it out over Angela’s
tender pussy. I noticed that a little whitish bump was
beginning to stick out from under her golden-ringed hood,
and I concentrated my breath on it.
"Oooh, fuck!" She gasped and, true to her word, she
quickly took a shuffling step forward and stuck her twat in
my face. I was as happy as a kid in a candy store as I wedged
my chin between her thighs, extending my tongue and running
it over as much of her steamy slit as I could reach.
"Mmmm," I moaned into her crotch. I’d almost forgotten
how good a fresh and excited pussy could taste. I slurped
and licked for a minute before poking my tongue between her
lips and sliding it into her as far as I could.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered breathily, then whimpered as
I tongued her clit. "God, that feels so fuckin’ good," she
moaned. The ring felt warm on my tongue, and I flicked it
up and down gently.
Eating her pussy was making me delirious, but her
commentary was turning me on even more. There was a
growing likelihood that I was going to suffer a personal
protein spill in my pants, but I didn’t really mind. I
reached up and palmed the cheeks of her tight ass with my
ands as I continued to eagerly lick and suck at her crotch.
"Oh fuck!" She whimpered urgently, twisting her
fingers in my hair. "I’m gonna cum!" Her hips began to
shudder and she groaned loudly, her clit pulling back into her
body as she started cumming on my face. I squeezed her ass
firmly as she humped her pussy at my mouth, then held onto
her as she suddenly relaxed with a soft whimper and almost
stumbled backward.
She looked a little dazed, and I stood up and helped
her over to the couch. She collapsed in it with a sigh, her
pants now around her ankles. I knelt in front of her and
rubbed her smooth thighs while she smiled at me dreamily.
"That was really good," she whispered, running her
hands through my hair. I grinned, wishing that I’d only
managed to get a few pictures of it.
"Hey, you were such a good model, I had to pay
you somehow."
"Oh yeah?" She said the wicked smile returning to
her lips. "How’d you like to make a deposit?" She slowly
spread her kness apart and hiked up her shirt, showing me the
slick and swollen lips of her inviting pussy, the little gold
ring glinting like a beacon.
"Uh, I don’t think I’d be able to last very long," I
admitted. "You already got me so worked up--"
"Let me see what I can do with that thing," she said,
indicating my crotch with her eyes. I saw no reason to object,
so I stood up and undid my jeans, pushing them and my briefs
down to let Angela get a look at my equipment. Though not
extremely impressive, my circumsized pecker was at least
average, and bent slightly up for some reason.
She licked her lips as she stared at the head, which
was slick from pre-cum. She smiled and breathed on it like
I’d done to her, making it twitch as the warm air blew
teasingly over it. I could easily understand what had
prompted her to shove her twat in my face. I was about to
make a similar promise to her when she decided to dispense
with the formalities and leaned forward, wrapping her lips
around my shaft as sbout a third of it disappeared into her
wonderfully warm and wet mouth.
I gasped. I’d almost forgotten what having my dork
sucked felt like, too. It was awesome. She bobbed her head
slowly, taking more and more into her mouth. Then when it
seemed she’d reached her limit, she convulsed her throat and
swallowed me.
That was something new, and I felt my sperm immediately
start bubbling up from my nuts as she took my whole rod down
her throat and sucked hard at it.
"I’m gonna cum," I gasped, and she only increased the
pressure, her cheeks hollowing and a look of deep
concentration appearing on her face. Her nose ring rubbed
my shaft lightly as my cock jerked and shot a jet of cum right
down her throat, followed by another, and another, and
another, spurting and twitching until my balls felt like they
were empty. It was an incredible cum, and I swayed on my
feet, dangerously close to falling over.
She came up for air with a gasp, letting my spent cock
slip out of her mouth. A thin line of either spit or sperm
trailed from her bottom lip to the head of my cock, and I
wished for the life of me that I was within reach of my
camera. If this wasn’t a Kodak moment, nothing was.
"Jesus," I panted. "That was great."
She grinned. "I’m not done yet, Mr. Cameraman."
She began to suck at the head of my wilting dick, the
sensations of her mouth on my sensitive knob making my
head spin.
"Hold on, I said, disengaging myself from her. "I
gotta sit down." Before I did, though, I ran over and took
my camera off the tripod, returning and flopping down on the
couch. Angela grinned as she slid off the sofa and crawled up
between my thighs.
"You aren’t going to use these for your art class, are
you?" She asked, nipping playfully at my half-hard cock.
"No, I don’t think so. But I’d like to start a private
collection, you know, just for myself."
She grinned and slid my cock back into her mouth. I
disconnected the zoom lens and focused in on the inspiring
sight of Angela sucking on the head of my dick. I snapped
off a few, thankful that I had a full roll in the camera.
She smiled every time she heard the shutter, and by the way
that she was almost viciously devouring my dick, the fact that
I was taking pictures of it only seemed to be turning her on.
Despite the fact that I’d cum only a minute or so
before, she coaxed my rod back to almost full hardness with
her wonderfully long tongue and warm sucking mouth. Angela
pulled back and seemed to survey it for a moment, then looked
up at me as she smiled as she kicked off her shoes and stepped
out of her pants. Then reached down and pulled a little square
package out of one of her pants pockets. It seemed she had come
prepared, though I began wondering what was going on when
unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.
I quickly figured it out when she began sucking on
my cock again, and I felt her unrolling the condom over my
shaft with her mouth. I was impressed by the finesse that it
took to do something like that, even though I was reminded
that she probably had to practice it a lot too.
She spit my dick out and tugged the rubber down
the rest of the way, then climbed up over me and lowered
herself smoothly down on it, my spit-soaked cock sliding
easily between her slick pussy lips and into her body.
I’d long imagined what it’d be like to have my dick slide
like that into a girl’s twat, but as usual my expectations
fell far short of reality. Even with a condom on, I groaned in
ecstacy as Angela began humping her butt up and down, fucking
herself on my now-fully hard and throbbing cock. She groaned
in response, her wet lips grinding into mine in a slightly
sloppy but very passionate kiss. Her pussy felt different
than her mouth, just as good, maybe even a little better.
She was tight after all, her wet tunnel hugging my cock from
top to bottom, the large lips clinging to my shaft as she
rose and fell on it.
I noticed distractedly that she was still wearing her
Ministry shirt, and I tugged at it, wanting very much to have
her tittie rings bouncing in my face as she rode me. She
helped me strip her shirt off, and I stared at her pierced nips
for a moment, uncertain how to safely go about sucking
them.
"Go ahead," she panted, "just don’t bite ‘em." She
slowed a little, allowing me to flick her left nipple with my
tongue before sucking it into my mouth, ring and all. She
moaned as I sucked at her tit, moving my hands over her
thighs to squeeze her ass.
I could hardly believe this was really happening.
Here I was, a skinny art weenie getting my brains fucked out
by a good-looking chick on the squeaky couch in my brightly
lit studio. I could feel her clit ring brush my pubes as she
bottomed out on me, and I remembered my camera. I spit
her nipple out of my mouth just long enough to snap a few
photos, mostly of her face and tits, then a few of her pelvis as
it bounced up and down on my lap, swallowing and releasing
my glistening cock.
Sucking her other nip and flicking the ring with my
tongue, I was extra glad that she’d sucked me off beforehand
so that I’d be able to last for a while. A while, hell, I wanted
to go on forever.
Angela began to fuck me faster, her tight ass
slapping against my thighs. I let her nipple free as as she
started thrashing around, her long hair brushing my face and
chest as she moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, Rick," she gasped,
grabbing me tightly by the shoulders as she started to hump
her ass with short strokes, allowing only a few inches or so of
my dick to slide in and out of her. I continued fondling her
hips and butt as she rubbed herself on my dick. She was
biting her lower lip and had her eyes tightly closed, and I slid
my hand over her mound and began rubbing my thumb over
her exposed clit.
"Ahh, aahh, aahhh," she began groaning softly, her
face contorting in what seemed to be incredibly intense
pleasure. I snapped a quick picture of it then discarded the
camera, grabbing her by the hips and helping to lift her up
and down. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she let out a
long, whimpering moan, her body jerking and convulsing on
top of me. Her pussy seemed to grasp at my cock, and I
found that I was enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she
was.
She went limp as her shuddering subsided, and she
sank down on my lap, trapping my cock inside her as she
moaned and sucked weakly at my neck. After few moments
she came back to awareness and sat up, looking down at me
with a very serious expression.
"Jesus fucking God, Rick," she whispered, looking
me in the eyes. "I’ve never come that hard before. Are all
you art students this good?"
I smiled. "I wouldn’t know. This is my first time."
She looked at me thoughtfully. "Your first time,"
she repeated softly, then her face split into a wide grin.
"You mean you’re a virgin? Jesus Christ." She frowned. "Why
didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have been so selfish."
"I don’t know, I just figured you’d be able to tell."
She rolled her eyes. "Not with the way you sucked me
off," she said, raising herself off until my cock fell against
my stomach with a wet slap. "That couldn’t have been the
first time you’d done that."
"Well, not exactly," I shrugged. She reached down and
peeled the condom off of my dick. I looked at her
questioningly. Did this mean we were done?
"Don’t worry, I’ve always been careful. If it’s your
first time though, I’d rather go bareback." She raised my
cock back up and sank down on it again, this time flesh
against wet flesh. We both groaned as I slid into her, the
sensations even more incredible than before.
She gasped and began bouncing up and down on me, her
nipple rings brushing against my chest as she leaned down
and kissed me. I groaned into her mouth. I was getting
close to cumming again, and Angela seemed to realize it, as
she started going faster. She seemed to want my cherry, and
I sure wasn’t going to deny her.
"I’m close," I whispered, not knowing whether she
wanted me to cum in her or not.
She rubbed my chest with her hands and kissed me
passionately. "Give it to me, Rick," she whispered in my ear,
pausing to suck at my earlobe. "Cum in me."
I groaned and almost instantly obliged, feeling like
my entire body was emptying out into her warm and slurping
pussy. Everything turned gray and I saw stars as Angela
kissed my neck.
"Oh God, Rick, that’s it," she moaned, "fill me up."
Her words made me cum even harder and longer, and I felt
like I was going to pass out, and maybe I did. I lost track of
everything until the mist cleared and I felt Angela lying on my
chest, kissing my collarbone and running her fingers over my
right nipple. My cock was almost completely soft, but was
still held between her snug pussy lips.
"Are you back?" She said, looking up from my chest with
a smile. I hugged her tightly.
"Yeah, I think so. That was awesome." A disturbing
thought popped into my head. "Uh, What if you get pregnant?"
"My cycle’s so fucked up I don't think I could if I
tried. Don’t worry about it." She kissed my nipple.
"Besides," she said with a smile. "I don’t think I’d mind
getting hitched to guy that could make me cum like that." I
smiled back, though I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not.
We lay there and snuggled for a while, and by the
time we untangled ourselves from each other, both our
crotches were a sticky mess. After we got cleaned up, Angela
dressed and said that she had to go to the computer lab and
work on a program, but she gave me her phone number and
made me promise to call her the next day, which I gladly did.
She tongue-kissed me passionately before she left, shutting
the door quietly behind her. I collapsed in the living room,
still able to taste her on my lips and smell her on my body.
That, at least, was proof that it hadn’t been a dream, that
and the three rolls of film that I couldn’t wait to develop.
End
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THE CAMERA EYE
by Spudboy
I am an aspiring photographer, twenty-four and a grad student
with a B.A. in Psychology. I’m currently working on a second
degree in Art. My Psych background never gave me any special
powers over women, and I’m not particularly attractive, so I’ve
had understandable difficulty with finding female models to
photograph. My first model was a girl named Angela, a dark-
haired and body-pierced beauty whose posing session surpassed
my wildest dreams. It’s definitely starting to look like my luck
is improving, though I’m not too sure how long it’ll last.
Fingers crossed, guys.
Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Episode #2: My Next Surprise
Talking to Angela on the phone the next day dismissed any
worries I might have had about our encounter being a one-time
deal. I was surprised to find out how much we had in common.
Like me, she confessed to being somewhat of a high school
outcast, someone that was always overlooked by everyone else.
Unlike me, though, in her first year of college, she’d decided to
break herself out of that mold once and for all. She’d gone out
and got her nose pierced, and the next day she found out that she
wasn’t invisible anymore.
"It wasn’t like I was a different person or anything," she
explained, "but I was a lot harder for people to ignore me." I felt
much the same about my camera. Without it, I was just another
college boy. With it, I wasn’t much, but I was a college boy with a
purpose.
It turned out that she worked nights, and only had Tuesdays and
Fridays off, so we made a date for that Friday as I still owed her
dinner. It felt odd making our first date *after* we’d already had
sex, but I wasn’t complaining.
The next two days I spent occupied with classes and projects. I
was able to develop the film from of Angela’s modeling session in
the Art Department darkroom, and found many photos that were
perfect for my assignment, along with the rest that were perfect
for looking at late at night when no one was around.
I still needed at least one more model to balance out the spread,
but I didn’t think my luck would hold. I was looking for a girl who
wasn’t necessarily as punkish as Angela, but one that radiated the
strength and independence of a modern woman, preferably
blonde, for contrast.
That Thursday, after a few unsuccessful attempts to recruit a
subject, I gave up and went shopping. I had been saving some
money, and I finally decided to buy the full size video camera outfit
that I’d wanted. It was a little expensive, but no small part of my
reason for getting it revolved around Angela and her apparent
enjoyment of sex on film. I was dying to try it out, so I took it to
campus that afternoon and looked for anything interesting to
record, though I knew that I really should’ve been studying instead
of wandering around at school.
I approached a few independent looking blond girls, hoping that
my new camera may help to persuade them. It didn’t, though one
wavered until she saw her boyfriend and ran off with him.
Boyfriends. The greatest enemy of the young male art student. I
wandered around aimlessly until dark, ending up by the PhysEd
building. I went inside, curious to see if there was anything going
on that might be worth filming.
While walking down the hall, I heard the unmistakable shouting
and stomping of feet that announced a karate class in session. I
went up to the open door and looked in, seeing about two dozen
students in white uniforms going through drills. It looked like an
advanced class, with a lot of brown and several black belts
present.
They were practicing kata, and it was the most interesting thing
I’d seen so far. The class was mostly male, with only a handful of
female students. One especially caught my eye, a tall and lanky
but athletic-looking blonde with pleasant features. She wasn’t the
most attractive girl in the class, but she had the ‘look’ I’d been
keeping an eye out for.
She was a blue belt, and was performing her moves very
smoothly and gracefully. I had taken a karate class for two
quarters, but I didn’t seem to have the natural ability for it that
some people did. The blonde blue belt obviously did. I began
filming the class, her in particular, pondering how she’d look
doing similar moves on stills. Pretty good, probably. With a dark
backdrop and the right lighting...
With a shout and a series of bowing, the class ended. I loitered
around, waiting for her to come out, figuring I might as well give it
a shot. She came out through the door and hardly glanced in my
direction as she started toward the locker room.
"Excuse me," I said, catching up to her. She turned and slowed,
regarding me with the suspicious and appraising look that I’d
begun to grow accustomed to.
"What?" She asked, sounding a little impatient. She was nearly
as tall as I was, and though lanky, her frame was supple and well-
toned. I noticed that she was rather flat-chested, but large
breasts would’ve been out of proportion on her. A light sheen of
sweat made her face and upper chest glisten.
"I’m sorry to bother you," I began. "But I saw your kata in the
class. I’m working on a photography assignment and honestly,
you’d be perfect for it." I spoke rapidly but clearly, minimizing the
chance that she’d be able to duck away without at least
considering my words. She frowned, her blue eyes wandering over my
camera.
"Photography?" She said it like it was a dirty word.
"Yeah. I’m doing a layout called the ‘Nineties Woman’, and I
need one more subject to finish it. One that radiates strength,
independence, and confidence, all the qualities of a modern
woman, and frankly, that’s you."
Her look softened a little, but not much. "Sorry," she said,
brushing a lock of damp-looking hair from her face. "But I don’t
think I’m interested."
I didn’t give up so easily. "If you’re busy, it wouldn’t take more
than a half-hour, and we could go to the art studio right here on
campus." I smiled. "Its not like you’d be going off somewhere
alone with a stranger."
She smiled faintly. "I’m flattered, but no thank you." She turned
and headed off for the women’s locker room, disappearing
through the swinging doors. My spirits sank. I thought about
calling it a night and heading home, but I decided to go through
the rest of the building first. Maybe there was a gymnastics class
in session or something.
No such luck. The place seemed mostly deserted, and I was
walking down the steps toward the parking lot when I heard a
voice from behind me.
"Hey!" It was a woman’s voice, and I turned to see the blonde
blue belt hurrying toward me with a gym bag over her shoulder.
She had changed into a pair of black running shorts and a white
tank top, her curly blonde hair falling loosely about her shoulders.
"You still need a subject?" She called, looking down at me from
the top of the stairs.
"Sure!" I replied, a bit surprised that she’d changed her mind.
She descended the steps quickly and stopped next to me, her blue
eyes practically level with mine.
"I guess I could stand to do a few pictures," she said with a
shrug, looking at me as if she was doing me a favor. Which she
was.
"All right," I said, keeping my expression businesslike. "My
name’s Rick."
"Nicole," she replied, a brief smile flickering across her face.
"Nice to meet you, Nicole. How about we go to the studio?"
"After you."
I asked her a little about herself on the way, filming her
responses with the videocamera. She was somewhat less than
talkative. I managed to find out that she was a junior and working
on a dual major in Business and Psychology, but she didn’t seem
to be in the mood to volunteer any information about herself, so I
fell silent until we got to the Art building.
Luck was still with me, as the place was deserted. I fetched my
35mm from my locker and set up the studio as Nicole stood in
front of the tripod and watched.
"Okay," I said as I adjusted my camera. "Try standing right
about there," I said, indicating a spot on the floor. "Face the
camera and look right at it." She wordlessly obliged, instant
falling into an arms-crossed, hips-forward defiant posture that
somehow fit her perfectly.
She looked steadily into the camera, almost glaring at it. As I
snapped a few pictures, I asked her if she’d ever modeled before.
She hadn’t.
"You’re a natural," I told her. "I could see you as a professional
model." She frowned in disbelief. "No, really! I’m not joking."
And I wasn’t. The camera loved her, even more so than Angela.
Nicole reminded me of something primal, almost bestial.
"Shake your head a little," I instructed. "Mess up your hair."
She looked at me strangely for a moment, but she complied,tossing
her head and mussing her hair with her fingers. There it was. The
animal. Her wild hair and her thin and athletic frame gave her the
look of a swift and agile predator, a cheetah or greyhound in human
shape.
"Wonderful, Nicole," I said, shooting away. "You look
wonderful." I had her change positions several times, ending with
her crouching on the floor like she was about to leap. I used up
two rolls of film before I knew it, and I paused to let her have a
break.
Nicole smiled as she rose, brushing a strand of hair out of her
eyes. "This is pretty cool," she commented with a shrug, and I
grinned.
"Are you glad you changed your mind?" I asked, and she nodded
sheepishly before walking out to the hallway for a drink. I was
beginning to think I had something here. You could hire a student
model through the school for anywhere from twenty to fifty bucks
per session, but many of those were nowhere near as good as
Angela or Nicole. Either I was having incredible luck, or the
campus was a treasure trove of undiscovered talent. Maybe it
was both.
When Nicole came back, I asked if she would mind changing into
her karate gi and performing some action poses. She didn’t mind,
and went off to the bathroom to change. In a few minutes she
emerged and walked in, looking at me questioningly. I instructed
her do a few punches and kicks, which she did, also seeming a
little surprised that I knew the Japanese terminology for them.
"How long have you studied karate?" She asked between clicks
of the camera. I confessed that I only took two quarters, and she
smiled as she executed a beautifully savage side-thrust kick, the
thick material of her uniform snapping in the air from the
quickness of her movements. Looking at her chest, I suddenly
realized that something was missing. It was the white flash of a
tank top through the low-cut V of her uniform. She wasn’t wearing
it. I dismissed it as merely an oversight on her part, especially
since the tiny bumps of her breasts would be barely noticeable
anyway.
I cleared the floor and asked her if she’d like to perform a kata
in front of the camera. She agreed, and I took the camera off the
tripod so I could follow her movements. She waited until I was
ready, then launched herself into motion, beating the hell out of
several unseen opponents while I clicked away. Her top fell open
more than once as she lunged and pivoted, treating me to a
glimpse of her boyish chest, though there was nothing boyish
about the large, pink and rather erect-looking nipples both I and
the camera caught sight of. She finished with a bow, not even
seeming to be out of breath.
"That was great," I said with a grin. "I wouldn’t want to run
into you in a dark alley." Given the right circumstances, that
wasn’t entirely true. In fact, I could think of a lot of dark
places where I’d like to run into her, but I pushed those thoughts
aside.
She rested her hands on her hips and grinned back. "How about
a free lesson, then?" I shrugged, not seeing any harm in it--not
much at least--and abandoned the camera and walked over to
her. I stopped about four feet away, beginning to feel a little
apprehensive as she stood there, still grinning.
Before I really knew what had happened, I was on my back on
the carpet. In a flash, she’d grabbed my shoulder and swept my
foot out from under me, soft-landing me on the ground and driving
her fist at my face. I instinctively tried to block her, but she was
way too fast.
"Iiaaahh!" Her fist hovered a millimeter over my nose, her knee
resting on my solar plexus. She stood, then helped me to my feet.
"Lesson Number One," she said with a very serious expression.
"Don’t trust a stranger." She broke into a grin, then headed for the
bathroom, leaving me feeling foolish for being so easy. That, and
looking down her top as she had leaned down to help me up. No
doubt about it, her nips were hard, and I personally didn’t think it
was very cold in the room. Regardless, I didn’t think much of it, at
least I tried not to. Maybe they were that way just from rubbing
against the cloth of her top. Yeah, that must be it.
She changed and came back, asking if we were done. Not really
wanting to be, I asked if there was anything I could do to repay her
for being such a great model. Nicole stretched her arm for a
moment, seeming to wince.
"Hmm, I don’t know..."
It took me a moment to realize that she might be giving me a cue.
I couldn’t believe it. I must be reading her wrong. But before I
could decide, she shrugged and turned for the door.
"Thanks, Rick. It was fun. I’ll see you around."
I nodded dumbly. "No, thank *you*." She smiled and walked out,
leaving me wondering if I’d just passed up something good. I
didn’t know, but I did know that I was worried that Angela alone
might be too much for me to handle, let alone her and someone
like Nicole at the same time. The very fact that I’d been presented
with such a dilemma, imagined or not, was mind-boggling. This
was all happening too fast.
The next day couldn’t pass quickly enough, but eventually it was
evening, and when a knock came on the door to my apartment, I
rushed to answer it. There stood Angela, nose ring and all, in a
brown knit-wool top and a fairly tight pair of black jeans. Her long
black hair was loose and combed, and she was also sporting a
nicer pair of boots. She didn’t wear much makeup, which was
good because she didn’t need to. She looked great. I stared at
her for a moment before she invited herself in by grabbing me by
the waist and kissing me on the lips.
Being spontaneously kissed by a good-looking young woman like
Angela was going to take some getting used to, though I sure as
hell wasn’t complaining. I took her around the shoulders and
kissed her back passionately until she eventually broke away.
"Well," she asked, smoothing her shirt and smiling. "You ready
to go?"
"Yeah," I answered, and after exiting and shutting the door, I
escorted her to my car.
We went to a nice little Thai restaurant that I knew, and as the
evening progressed, I learned a bit more about the girl that had
exposed herself to my camera and then fucked me so wildly on the
couch in my studio. She was only twenty, and she hadn’t had a
boyfriend in almost two years. And, as she told me quite candidly,
rubbing the toe of her boot against my thigh, she’d never had
better sex than she did with me that Tuesday night.
She was like a dream come true. Angela was a smart, funny,
delightfully weird and definitely sexy young woman. Not to
mention aggressive, as I was soon reminded.
We finished with dinner and walked out to my car, Angela
following me around on my side and pushing me up against the
door. She leaned her body on mine as she kissed me passionately
in the dark parking lot. My hands roved over her back and down to
cup the cheeks of her tight little ass through her jeans, and I felt
her hands rubbing over my chest and over the growing bulge in my
pants.
"Jesus, Rick," she gasped. "How do you make me so fucking
horny?" That was something that I’d begun to wonder myself, but
she didn’t seem to feel like waiting for an answer anyway. She
suddenly dropped to her knees on the pavement and unzipped my
jeans, quickly releasing my hardening cock and putting it in her
mouth. I looked around, my head reeling with disbelief as Angela
lustfully ate my dick in the restaurant’s parking lot. Nobody
seemed to be around, and we were far enough out of the light so
that it would be difficult to see us.
Regardless, the fact that I was being sucked off by a horny coed
in a public place was very exhilarating. The quiet slurping and
sucking noises she made as she gobbled me only turned me on
even more. I stroked her hair affectionately, groaning as she
swallowed my prick and began deep-throating me. She may have
just had dinner, but she definitely seemed to want my cum for
dessert.
Angela rubbed my balls through my pants as she licked the
underside of my knob with her long tongue, then slid it all the way
into her throat with one smooth motion. I could feel her lips
pressing into the skin at the base of my cock, her nose brushing
my pubic hair. She convulsed her throat muscles around my shaft,
and I groaned as I felt my nuts retracting and the pressure
building up.
She slid it out of her throat and began sucking hard on just the
head, her hand pumping my slick rod like she was milking it. And
she was. I grunted in ecstasy as I felt my cock swell, then eject a
heavy blast of thick nut-milk into her mouth. I kept groaning and
shooting, and she kept sucking and pumping until the last
weakest spurt had been drained out.
She let go of my dick and stood, then looked me in the eyes and
opened her mouth. Even in the dim light I could see the pearly
pool of my sperm on her tongue, and I felt like cumming again as
she slowly and dramatically swallowed, closing her eyes and
seeming to savor it as it slid down her throat to her stomach.
I groaned, pulling her to me and kissing her, tasting the salty
residue of my cum on her tongue as it played with mine. I must’ve
have done something incredibly good in a past life for fate to have
sent Angela into my life.
Suddenly, we heard the voices of people leaving the restaurant,
and I quickly tucked my shrinking dick back into my pants as
Angela went over to the passenger side and got in. I got in myself
and shut the door, my knees wobbly. I looked over at Angela, who
smiled almost innocently. I couldn’t resist grinning, then breaking
out laughing. She joined me.
"If that was all you wanted for dinner," I said as I pulled out of the
parking lot, "we could’ve stayed home."
She grinned. "Hey, that was just an appetizer. Besides, it’s not
healthy to fuck all night on an empty stomach." I couldn’t argue
with that logic, and by the time I pulled up at my apartment, my
cock had nearly recovered.
It was my turn to be aggressive as I tackled her to the living
room couch. She laughed and wrestled with me, but I don’t think she
tried too hard as I quickly pinned her hands down and lay on top of
her. I could feel her warm and quickly breathing body underneath
me, and she was looking up at me with a wide smile and a sexy
gleam in her eyes. Before, I had begun to think that I would live
the rest of my life as a lonely virgin, and in the space of only a few
days I had become the lover of a beautiful and equally sex-starved
young woman, and all I’d really had to do was try.
"Are you going to look at me all night, or are you gonna kiss me?"
She asked with a sweet smile.
I snapped out of my reverie and ducked my head to kiss Angela’s
pretty mouth, the mouth that had worked so wonderfully on my
dick only ten minutes before. She sucked and bit lightly at my lips,
lifting her legs up and locking them around my waist as we kissed
hungrily. I felt a thrill as she started dry-humping me. I already
knew very well how feisty she was, but she never ceased to
surprise me with her randy behavior. She slowly ground her
crotch against my pelvis, and I could feel the heat of her pussy
even through the material of our pants.
"God, I’m so fucking hot," she moaned in my ear. "You’re going
to have to do something before I cum in my pants."
She didn’t have to ask me twice. Eager for a little dessert of my
own, I sat back, pulling her up with me so that she was sitting on
my lap with her legs still wrapped around me. I caressed her tits
through her top, feeling the hard circles of her nipple rings and
very gently tugging on them. Angela was rubbing her fingers
through my hair and sucking hard at my neck, probably giving me
a hickey. I didn’t mind in the slightest. I slowly pulled her wool
top up and off, taking the gray cotton undershirt she had on with
it. Once again she was without a bra, and I tugged and played with
her tittie rings, seeing that her nipples were already hard.
I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, ring and all.
Angela sighed against my neck as I flicked it with my tongue,
squeezing her other tit with my hand so that it wouldn’t feel
neglected.
I soon released her nipple and kissed wetly all over her chest
and neck. Every inch of her skin fascinated me, and doubted that I
could ever get enough of her. I sucked and licked at her other
nipple as I slowly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. I
slid my hand down her belly to explore, finding nothing but smooth
skin and her trimmed patch of soft pubes. She bucked her hips
forward against my hand as I slid my fingers between her thighs
and stroked her very hot and very wet snatch, feeling her clit ring
rub against my palm. Her thick and swollen pussy lips almost
seemed to nip at my fingers, making me think of a joke I’d heard in
high school.
How can you tell if a girl is horny? When you stick you hand
down her pants and it feels like a horse eating oats. I’d laughed at
it then, but in Angela’s case, it seemed to be true.
I slid my middle finger inside her, and she began humping my
finger, her arms locked around my neck and her mouth sucking on
my earlobe as she groaned into my ear. In less than a minute, she
suddenly ground her pelvis down on my hand and whimpered
loudly as she came on my finger. Talk about hot pants, I think hers
were melting. It felt wonderful to be the inspiration for her
passion, though I still couldn’t really understand how or why.
She moaned as her climax subsided, and I lowered her down and
knelt next to her, managing to untangle her legs from my waist. I
unlaced her boots and pulled them off, then tugged at her pants.
She lifted her butt, allowing me to slide them off and drop them to
the floor. The bare lips of her pussy were open and wet, and
coated with a trace of whitish froth, presumably from being stirred
up by my finger. She sighed deeply as I lowered my head and ran
my tongue slowly along the length of her slit, covering both lips
and grazing her exposed clit and the gold ring hanging from the
hood. I licked the foam from her labia, savoring the sweet taste of
her cum. I wanted more, and I began sucking and licking eagerly.
She moaned and gasped as I ate her, sliding my tongue as
deeply as I could into her juicy hole, sometimes pausing to take a
long, cool slurp at her hot flesh. Within a few minutes, she was
panting and clutching tightly at the cushions as I drew an orgasm
from her with my mouth. I wasn’t quite finished yet, in fact,
Angela’s pussy was one meal that I’d never get tired of. I began to
mouth her yummy twat again as she recovered, fluttering my
tongue back and forth over her labia and clit. She whimpered and
almost immediately came again, and I slowed down to give her
time to catch her breath.
I was curious as to how many times she could come, and I was
determined to find out. She began to rise, and I grabbed her
slender hips with my hands and held her still as I smiled up at her
between licks.
She relaxed and closed her eyes. "Good boy," she said with a
grin, patting me on the head affectionately like a favorite pet. I
chuckled into her pussy, then began lapping at her like a thirsty
dog. She moaned, then gasped as I sucked her clit and the folds
of skin around it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the erect
nub, even batting around the ring a little. I slid my index finger
into her creamy hole and began fucking her with it.
Angela grunted. "Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum again!" Her voice
was an urgent whimper that fueled my tonguing and finger-
fucking, and in moments she screamed and shuddered violently,
looking more like she was having a seizure than an orgasm.
As her groans and whimpers died down, I pulled my head back
and surveyed her crotch. The black pubic hair at the top of her slit
was wet and matted, and her shaved pussy lips were a dark
reddish-brown, and glazed with a clear mixture of my spit and her
juices, much like my own lips and chin were. Her clit was barely
peeking out from under its pierced hood, looking almost afraid to
come back out again. My eyes fell lower to the tight pucker of her
anus, and I suddenly knew where my next angle of attack would
begin.
I dropped my head and extended my tongue, tentatively licking
the fleshy rosebud of Angela’s asshole. She gasped, whether in
surprise or pleasure I couldn’t tell, but she made no indication that
it was unwelcome. It didn’t taste bad, either. A little tangy, but
not bad.
She grunted and squirmed as I began tonguing her butt in
earnest. "Oohhh yes," she hissed. "That feels so nasty!"
After swirling my tongue around her bunghole for a minute, I
returned my attention to her pussy, sliding my finger back in and
slurping at her clit. Once my finger was well-coated with juice, I
pulled it out and placed it at the slightly relaxed pucker of her ass.
I pushed gently, and it slid past her tight sphincter and into her
body.
"Oh God," she whimpered. "Fuck my ass with your finger! I’m
gonna... I’m gonna... oohhhhhhh!" Her voice trailed off into a
series of unintelligible grunts as her back arched, her body
seeming to almost leave the couch as she thrust her crotch
violently at my face. Her pelvic bone smacked against my nose
hard enough to hurt, but I was more interested in what was
happening to Angela than anything else.
She seemed to be having a continuos orgasm that lasted at least
three times as long as any of her earlier ones. Her face turned red
as she gasped for breath, making little strangled noises in her
throat as she thrashed on the couch. I began to be a little afraid
that she’d suffocate or something, but finally, after what seemed
like a minute-long orgasm, she fell limp and started breathing with
long, ragged gasps, her eyes tightly closed. Still a little
concerned, I moved next to her.
"Hey," I said, rubbing her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
She blinked and groaned in response, then reached up with a
shaky hand and took mine, bringing it to her mouth and weakly
kissing the palm. She sucked at my hand for a few moments
before she seemed able to talk.
"God, Rick," she gasped. "That was beyond awesome. I felt like
I was gonna die."
I smiled, feeling better now that I knew she was okay. I’d really
hate to kill my first and only lover with sex.
"Warn me before you do that again though," she said. "I don't
think I can take very many of those."
"Alright. I will," I answered, taking her hand to my own mouth
and licking her palm.
She smiled faintly, looking drained. "Damn. I wanted to fuck you
silly and now I can barely move."
"Don’t worry, I think I can handle things, if you still feel like it."
She managed a grin. "Sure. Just give me a minute." She closed
her eyes, and I began kissing her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and
batting her five earrings around with my tongue. Angela only
rested about ten seconds before she opened her eyes again.
"I’m ready," she breathed. "Fuck me." That was all the
encouragement I needed. I stood and quickly undressed, then
climbed back on the couch and lowered myself between her
outstretched legs, guiding my painfully hard erection to the lips of
her extremely wet pussy. I pushed my hips forward and groaned
as I slid balls-deep into her with a single thrust. She echoed my
groan, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in even deeper. Her
warm, squelching pussy felt incredibly soothing around my dick,
and I began slowly driving it in and out, taking my time and
enjoying every little sensation.
Angela locked her legs around my waist again as she began to
fuck her hips up at me. I humped her steadily for a few minutes,
but I quickly realized I couldn’t hold back much longer. I stopped
and panted as she nibbled at my lower lip.
She seemed to guess what I was doing, and slapped me on the
butt playfully. "Jesus, Rick." She grinned up at me. "Don't you
think I’ve cum enough for one night?" She started rocking her
pelvis back and forth, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before I
gave in and resumed thrusting. In seconds, I was cumming inside
her, grunting and groaning as I emptied myself into her sexy body.
I collapsed on top of her, and she tousled my hair and licked my
ear as I kissed her neck.
"Well, we’ve screwed just about everywhere besides the bed," she
said with a smile. "How ‘bout we go there next?"
I agreed and stood up shakily, helping her up and leading her
into the bedroom. I laid down, and she crawled over me and
snuggled up close, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel
her nipple rings on my chest and ribs. I held her tight, enjoying the
comforting warmth of her body. I’d slept alone for all of my
adolescent and adult life, and just having Angela there in bed with
me was a great and wonderful thing.
"I love you, Angela," I whispered, meaning it with every fiber of
my being.
"Ummm," she moaned softly, and I realized that she was already
asleep. I rubbed her back affectionately as I snuggled up even
closer to her. I didn’t want to doze off for a while, I’d rather have
stayed awake and savored our closeness. But unfortunately, I
was more tired than I thought, and I quickly drifted off.
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