Unexpected photoshoot

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Kyle seemed like a real photographer. He found me on Model Mayhem, a website dedicated to up-and-coming models, muses, and photographers. When he reached out to me, I was excited because his style seemed similar to what I had in mind—classic, black and white, sultry. 

We got coffee and really hit it off. I was convinced my move to California was about to be worth it. This was what dreams were made of. Didn’t everyone come here to get their big break?

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I showed up at Kyle’s studio, in an old warehouse just south of LA. It was a huge, empty space set up with the most professional lighting and backdrops I had ever seen.

“Wow!” I said, my eyes wide as I walked through the space. “This is the real deal!”

“Of course it is,” said Kyle, extending his hand. 

He was around my age, mid-twenties, with a messy head of dark brown hair and two cute dimples. If I’m being honest, my crush on him was probably crossing some sort of model/photographer boundary.

“So, I had a little something different in mind. Let me run it past you.”

I listened warily as he walked me around the set and showed me the props he wanted to use for the shoot. There was a roll of shiny black bondage tape and a set of nylon ropes. My stomach did a little flip when I saw them. My mind began to race with images of Kyle tying me up and having his way with me.

“I know we had talked about something different, and I’m not sure if you’re even comfortable with nudity, but—”

“I am,” I said suddenly, dropping my purse to the floor. I pulled my shirt off over my head. “I’m totally comfortable being naked. Whatever you want.”

Kyle looked surprised for a moment, but then he cleared his throat and held up his hands. “Well. . . okay, then.”

I got completely nude and stood in the middle of the set, with a big light shining right against me. It felt warm against my pale, freckled skin. My red hair hung in waves down my back, and when Kyle approached me, I felt him brush it over my shoulders.

“Alright, let’s start with the rope,” he said, pulling my arms behind me.

I was a shaking, nervous mess as he tied my arms up in a complicated method so that the end result looked like braided rope extending from my shoulders all the way down to my wrists. It was intricate and felt intensely erotic to me.

I posed with my back to the camera as instructed by Kyle, showcasing his detailed work. On his command, I leaned my head back over my shoulder, trying to make sure my blue eyes conveyed the sultry feeling I was going for.

“These are beautiful,” said Kyle, clicking his camera over and over. “You are really a great model, Alana.”

I blushed. “Thank you. . .”

Kyle smiled. “Are you blushing?”

“Maybe.”

Kyle paused for a moment, and I wondered what was going through his mind. I saw his eyes wander across my naked body, from my butt to the side of my breast exposed from this angle. My nipples were hard, even though it was so warm in here.

“Alright, turn to the side now,” said Kyle. “Just gonna get a few more shots of this before we move on to the bondage tape.”

He took some more pictures of the rope, and he came over to help me get undone from it, but when he did, he paused. I felt his gaze burning into mine, and I tilted my face up to look at his. He was staring at me intensely, and before I knew it, he was kissing me.

It felt passionate and strong, a sturdy kiss that made me feel wobbly.

“Alana, I know this is crossing all sorts of lines, but—”

“I don’t care,” I interjected. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slipped my tongue between his lips. “Show me what this bondage tape is all about.”

Kyle ushered me over to a black velvet couch and laid me down. He pushed my legs up, so my knees were bent in towards my stomach and began to wrap the tape around my thighs and calves. This kept my legs pulled back, giving him easy to access to me, and even just the action of watching him tape me up was enough to turn my pussy into a flood zone.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said breathlessly, his eyes heavy as he moved to my arms. He pulled them together and began to wrap the tape around my forearms, binding them tightly.

“This was not what I expected today,” I admitted, looking up at him helplessly. “But I love it.”

He smiled. “Good. I’m glad you do.”

He quickly pulled his cock out of his pants and brought it to my face. I opened my mouth and began to suck on him, feeling him get hard against my cheek. The whole place was empty, so my muffled moans sounded loud and echo-y. Kyle held my head in place while I sucked him off, and eventually, he took over completely. I kept my lips stretched out wide as he fucked my face. 

“Yes,” he sighed. “That feels fucking amazing. Do you care if I get some shots of you really quick before we move on?”

I shook my head. I was totally in it now.

Kyle went off to get his camera and came back to take a few pictures of me in the tape. I didn’t feel self-conscious at all. In fact, I felt sexy and turned on.

Thankfully, Kyle returned back to the couch and got in between my legs. He ran his fingers across my shaved pussy and let out a small gasp.

“My god, you’re so fucking wet,” he said, his eyes widening as they looked at mine. “I love that.”

I laughed. “I guess being all taped up like this is my new fetish.”

“Then I’m glad I met you, Alana.”

With that, he was inside of me in one hard pump. His cock was ridiculously long, and it hit me in my deepest spot right away. I arched my back off of the couch instinctively, my body reacting to his cock. I let out a loud, long scream. I felt like I could be as loud as I wanted in this empty warehouse.

Kyle fucked me hard and steady, with my legs forced apart for him. It was hard not being able to reach up and grab him or drag my nails across his skin, but it also made me feel so hot. 

“God, and these tits are amazing,” Kyle said, reaching down to squeeze them. He flicked my nipples a few times, and I couldn’t help but whimper. “I love how reactive you are.”

“I want you to touch me all day,” I blurted out. “Do you hear how wet you make me?”

My pussy was making squelching, sloppy sounds with every thrust of Kyle’s cock. 

He laughed. “Yeah, and I can feel it too. Look at that.”

I lifted my head up to see his cock sliding out from inside me, glistening with my creamy wetness. I almost wished we had a photographer taking pictures of us.

He started rubbing my clit, and I could hardly stand it! It was all so much, so intense. I began to moan and whimper uncontrollably, my voice coming out staggered against his hard thrusts. He knew what he was doing. I think he loved watching me come undone.

“Yes, baby, cum for me!” he said.

And I did, hard and long. I felt like I was floating, the orgasm sweeping through me on a different level than any orgasm I had had before. I lay there after it was over, while Kyle kept fucking me, letting myself regain feeling. 

“Alana, can I cum in you? I’d love to fill that pretty pussy up.”

He pushed his cock into me, deep and hard. He was going slower now, but the feeling was much more intense because he kept trying to get inside me even deeper.

I could barely get the words out. “Please cum in me.” I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. “I want it. . .”

Kyle must have loved hearing that because it only took him a few more pumps of his cock to finally unleash his load inside me. His face contorted as he came, and the sounds he was making sounded rough and harsh, like they were coming from somewhere deep in his gut. I loved listening to him and loved the warm rush of liquid spilling into my pussy.

Finally, Kyle pulled out and sat back for a moment, catching his breath. He looked down at me, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You’re amazing,” he said, as he started to undo the bondage tape.

I giggled. I felt like my head was swimming. “You are.”

When the tape was completely off of my body, he looked me up and down and ran his hands over me. 

“Is there anything else you need to shoot today?” I asked.

Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think so.” His eyes never left mine.

I smiled. “What about tomorrow?”

He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. “Yes, I think tomorrow we’ll have to schedule another photoshoot.”

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