The camera never lies, and neither does my pussy (F/M) | 2016

The advent of the Super Like in Tinder has brought a fair few unexpected matches my way, and to be honest when the first one arrived and I had no clue what it was so just matched out of sheer curiosity to see how it worked. I wasn't really expecting anything to come from it, but I guess life is full of surprises...

The match in question was much, much older than me - 55 in fact - but he immediately grabbed my attention by being fascinated in my interest in cosplay. As it turned out, he was a keen amateur photographer who was interested in the whole thing artistically while also being polite but forthright about finding me sexually attractive too, which turned out to be a pretty exciting blend. In fact polite but honest was the norm with him, and once I felt comfortable chatting we moved to e-mail and me showing him pictures of my various outfits.

From talk of my motivations for cosplaying and why I enjoy it, the conversation turned to whether I'd be interested in him taking some photos of me dressed in some of my outfits. Given that our conversations to that point were a little sexually charged, the boundaries for what these pictures might entail started to move, and as we were both busy any opportunities to actually enact these ideas were some way off, which led to us talking for a couple of months solid about all and sundry. Eventually, a date emerged where my house was free of housemates for the day and he was free from work and I took the plunge, offering for him to come over and have me pose for him.

Yesterday was that day, and so early in the morning after my housemates had left I showered, dressed casually and waited. Right on time, I got a text message announcing his arrival, and while he was parked in my street we'd agreed to head to a nearby coffee place to meet and make sure everything was okay before progressing any further. Heading out of the house, I spotted him waiting by his car, and walked briskly to meet him in my sweater, jeans and coat. We exchanged pleasantries, and talked some more as I led the way to the coffee shop, where we grabbed a drink and sat down to talk some more. He was warm, well-spoken and incredibly polite, and I immediately felt at ease aside from trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

Our drinks briskly finished, before we got up to leave he asked whether I still felt comfortable posing for him. I enthusiastically told him that I was, noting his broad smile as I said so (and I suspect I was grinning too), and so we headed back to my place, stopping off at his car for him to pick up an expensive-looking camera and tripod from his boot along the way.

Ushering him into the house, I showed him to my room and a little time was spent figuring out the logistics of where he should set up his camera first - with that decided, I left him to set things up, but not after grabbing my first outfit from the closet. We'd agreed that I'd start out by posing in my Haruhi Suzumiya bunny girl outfit, so I headed into a roommates room to strip out of my casual clothes and change into the fishnet tights, tight black bunny girl outfit itself and cuffs and ears.

Checking myself in the mirror and feeling satisfied that I looked good, I headed back to my own room to find him stood waiting for me, still fiddling with his camera - his attention soon turned to me however, as he admired and complimented me for a while before suggesting we start. This was all simple enough - I stood and posed in all of the usual poses I'm used to for the character from cosplaying at events, before he directed me to get onto my bed and I posed a little more saucily, leaning forward towards the camera, on all fours away from it and laid out in various poses with my legs first closed and then open. He continued to direct my posing and complement me, the camera snapping away every time I shifted pose. Eventually he stopped, asking me if there's anything else I wanted to show off with this outfit - taking the initiative and with my heart pounding, I reached back and partially unzipped the outfit, pulling the top down to expose my breasts. He said nothing for a while, simply staring at me before regaining his composure and showering me with more compliments as he returned to his camera and directed me through some more shots as I posed with my breasts showing in many of the same poses.

Clearing his throat and clearly excited at how things had gone so far, he asked if I wanted to move on to the next outfit. Nodding and agreeing I grabbed another outfit from my closet and went to the other room to change, this time into Mami Tomoe's magical girl outfit from Madoka Magica - a white blouse and brown corset/dress with black hold-up stockings and knickers. Again, I returned to find him ready for me, and we went through the same motions - me posing in various ways stood in the room, then moving to the bed for some increasingly sensual poses. Thanks to this costume having a skirt, his directions for my poses became more daring, positioning me so that he (and the camera) had a clear view at my knickers up my skirt, then outright asking me to lift my skirt as I knelt on the bed. He then asked if I'd like to expose my breasts again, and so off came the blouse, leaving my breasts naked above the corset which makes up the outfit while I posed some more on his instruction.

A little breathlessly, he asked if posing like this was exciting me, to which I had to admit that it very much was. Nodding and smiling, he directed me to pose some more on my back, then with the skirt bunched up, and then with my stocking-clad legs open... slightly at first, then wider. Quietly, he hesitatingly asked if I wanted to put my hand inside my knickers, and without saying anything I did just that, letting my right hand slip inside the black lacy underwear. Closing my eyes I heard the shutter of his camera clicking more frantically as my hand drifted a little lower and I felt the building wetness between my legs. I began to slowly and softly rub until I hear his voice again.. "maybe you should take off that underwear?". Opening my eyes again to look at his flushed face, I hooked my thumbs into my knickers as he advised me to take them down slowly, taking pictures all the time as I slid them away from my pussy, down my legs and eventually off.

I sat there for a while, knowing that pictures were being taken of me half-dressed and showing my pussy. Eventually and without instruction my hand couldn't resist returning to my pussy, and after a little teasing I was soon playing with myself. I lost track of things at this point - all I can remember is alternating between rubbing my lips and clit and slipping a pair of fingers inside me, concentrating solely on masturbating myself. I'd all but forgotten I was being watched as I built up my orgasm and eventually let it wash over me as I came with some loud moans which subsided as I lay there regaining my breath. I only snapped out of my pleasure when I heard a comment: "that was amazing to see, I think we got some good pictures", which made me giggle as I sat myself up.

After a brief pause, he asked "shall we move on?", which was my cue to grab another outfit and move to the other room to change (although I'm not sure why now he'd seen everything of me). This time, I changed into another Madoka Magica character, Miki Sayaka - white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories. Rejoining him in my room, things progressed the same as before - posing as the character would, complete with replica sword, then posing on the bed in more and more alluring poses until I was fully clothed but spread-eagled on the bed with legs spread. As my poses got raunchier, the request came to dispense with my underwear again, which I duly did by awkwardly pulling them off over my stockings. I then posed with my still wet pussy in view, feeling decidedly turned on by this point, as he asked whether I planned to do anything else. Telling him I'd have to take my gloves off, he quietly suggested he'd offer his assistance but it would mean stopping taking photos for a while. Responding that I didn't mind his eyes widening, and he confirmed several times whether I really meant that before leaving his position behind the camera and heading over to the bed.

Settling next to me, he took a little time to run his hands over my bare arms and thighs, commenting on my body and skin in hushed tones before his patience waned and he allowed his hand to settle between my legs. I sighed as a finger pressed against my clit and rubbed my slit, before slipping that finger inside me, making me moan. He spent a little time exploring and working that finger inside me, before shifting his position on the bed and placing him head between my legs. I closed my eyes as his tongue went straight to my clit, lapping, flicking and pressing it against me while I moaned some more. That was his focus from then on, arousing my clit with his tongue and eventually adding a second finger inside me, working fingers and tongue together as I started to grip the bed, breathing heavily as I moaned and eventually throwing my head back and thrusting my hips in orgasm as he made me cum.

Eventually, I pushed away as my pussy became too sensitive, and we sat in silence as we both sat up on the bed for a while. Emboldened by how things had gone so far, he informed me of how hard he was right now, and admitted that he really wanted to have sex with me. Given my own arousal I wasn't going to deny this, and told him that I'd like that too. I remained on the bed as he got up to quickly discard his trousers and briefs, and then settled down on his back on the bed next to me. He beckoned for me to straddle him, and that's exactly what I did, positioning myself over his hips and reaching down with a gloved hand to find his relatively small and curved penis. Getting into position, I lowered myself onto him, feeling it slide easily and satisfyingly inside me as he groaned audibly from entering me. Settling into place I began to ride him, quickly picking up speed as I leaned forward and let myself slide up and down on his cock while his hands groped and pawed at my ass and legs, then reaching towards my boobs which prompted me to unzip the top of my outfit and grant me access to them.

This only lasted a few minutes before he gripped my thighs and asked me to stop as he was already close to cumming, coaxing me to get off of him before he stood up and bent me forward, guiding me back to the end of the bed. Flipping my skirt up, he sank straight back into me again, pushing slowly in and out for a while before throwing caution to the wind and picking up the pace, thrusting faster against me and stimulating my nicely. This time there was no stopping, and his breathing became harder before I felt him push all the way into me, grunting and groaning as he came, twitching inside me, complemented by my own moans. Once his orgasm was over, he told me to stay where I was, and I felt him pull out and move away, looking around to see him taking up the camera again and moving in to take some shots of my cum-filled pussy. He then had me lay on my back for further pictures as some of that cum leaked from me.

At this point we took a break - I went to the bathroom to clean up and throw on some underwear, and then we went downstairs to regain some energy and have a drink. While doing so we talked about the experience we'd just had, and he also quizzed me while I shared some of my past exploits. By the end of this drink and our discussion he admitted to being aroused again already (as was I, although I had been the whole time really!), and after checking his watch he suggested we had time for one final outfit before he had to head back.

So, we headed back upstairs and I pulled out that final outfit - Catherine, from the video game of the same name. This time, I didn't bother moving rooms, and he watched as I shed my underwear, put on a white lacy bra and thong, and then put on the wig, white stockings and tight-fitting dress that make up the outfit. The setup was the same from there, pictures standing in the outfit, on the bed, and eventually flashing my underwear and spreading my legs for him. Now he was more verbal in his talk while I posed, telling me exactly how turned on he was getting and how he wanted to fuck me again, which in turn aroused me all the more.

That arousal only rose further as I peeled off my thong, leaving it dangling from one leg as he snapped pictures and starting to rub my pussy. It didn't take much of this before I looked up to see him undoing his belt and dispensing with his trousers and underwear before leaving the camera behind to join me. He was soon above me, between my open legs as he reached down to position his erection against my pussy and ease himself inside. This time around he was prepared to last longer, thrusting rhythmically against me while I wrapped my stockinged legs around him and moaned into his ear.

We went on like this for a while until he pulled out, asking me to ride him until he came. I duly did just that, straddling him and letting his cock sink into me before riding him rapidly as he thrust back against me. My moans grew louder, which probably only brought him to the brink quicker, and once again he groaned and moaned as he pushed up inside me while he came for the second time. Feeling his cock subsiding, I went to move off him, but instead felt his hands on my ass pulling me up his body. Surprised, I moved upwards as he wished, and soon found his mouth and tounge slathering all over my pussy in spite of it having just been filled with his cum. The idea was a weird one to me, but the stimulation wasn't something I could argue with, and so I remained straddling his face as he passionately licked my pussy. Already excited from sex, it didn't seem like all that long until I was bucking my hips and pressing down on that tongue, moaning as I came myself.

Spent, I rolled away and excused myself to go and clean up again - returning shortly after to the bedroom, I grabbed my casual clothes and threw them on, before producing my laptop and sitting around while the substantial number of photos he'd taken were transferred from his memory card. He then showed me how to wipe the card and let me double-check they were gone, with me promising that I'd e-mail him at least a couple of pics that didn't show my face. While all of that was going on, we talked some more about an enjoyable and erotic day, before saying our goodbyes and seeing him off.

I feel pretty vain about it, but I've looked over the resulting photos a couple of times now and think they're fantastic, and they also have some fun memories to go with them. Before anyone asks though... NO I'M NOT SHARING ANY OF THEM WITH YOU. EVER. SO PLEASE DON'T ASK.