Girl on film (F/M) | 2016

I'm a girl in my mid-20s (26 to be precise) - I've always been the impulsive sort, and those impulses have taken me in a pretty weird direction this past week that I want to share right now.

Up until late last year, I'd been in a relationship with the same guy for quite a while - his parents were well-off and basically gave him whatever he needed to get by financially, meaning that he never really needed to work and drifted from hobby to hobby. One minute he was a musician, the next a photographer... I won't lie, I enjoyed the security of not having to worry about jobs and money, although at the same time it eventually turned out to be really stifling, and that was at least one of the reasons why we ended up breaking in a none too pleasant fashion.

One bug that I'd caught from my ex's time dabbling in photographing was posing for pictures for him - nothing depraved, just me in whatever latest fashions I'd bought, and some shots of me in my favourite lingerie. I loved how I looked in those photos and the act of posing was exciting, so I was disappointed that I hadn't been able to do more with it.

Now single and working part-time in a low-paid job to scrape together the money I needed to live alone each month, I found myself wondering whether I could get to enjoy the experience of posing for a photographer again and earn a little extra money in the process. Looking around online, the answer was not really... unless I was willing to go over and above simply posing in some clothes or underwear.

I've always been a very open person sexually - before my boyfriend I'd had a fair few one-night stands and so on, I'm confident in my looks and body, and as I thought about it and read through various modelling web sites I was starting to feel a thrill at the idea of "performing" for a photographer on camera. Mulling it over in my mind, one afternoon I decided to "hell with it" - I created an account on a modelling web site, using some of the photos my ex-boyfriend had taken and advertising myself as willing to model everything from fashion up to "adult levels".

I suppose I knew this would get me plenty of responses, but I was still thrilled and surprised to find around a dozen in my mailbox the next morning. Admittedly, a lot of them were almost incoherent and badly written, and others just read like chancers offering to get me a portfolio of photos for free, but at least a couple of responses stood out as professional, considered and interesting. Those responses I replied to, and over the following days plans started to form and, before I knew it, I was booked for my first adult photo shoot.

About a week later, I turned up with a bag containing a couple of changes of clothes on the doorstep of a modest, tidy house, which was quickly answered by the photographer - much, much older than me in his mid-60s, but not unattractive and well-groomed. He invited me in, we sat and had a drink, made some small talk and signed some documents confirming that the photos he was about to take weren't for public use (a very important consideration for me, not wanting these pictures to end up online). Also, of course, he showed me the payment he had ready for me at the end of it all.

Once this was done and I'd assured him that I was comfortable and ready to go, the photo shoot began as we moved into a large, simple and well-lit room that he'd converted into a makeshift studio. It was all very simple to start with, as I posed for him in the casual jeans and a sweater for some normal portraits and fashion shots. Taking a look at them I was really pleased with how good I looked, and he then asked what other clothes I'd brought with me before leaving me to change into them - a short, denim skirt and punk-style strappy top, under which I wore a black bra and french knickers.

Once changed, the phots began again, with more casual shots of me in various poses. Then the first moment which made my heart jump came - a request to take off my top. My mouth going dry, I slowly pulled the top off and over my head, the click of his camera continuing as I did so. I posed some more in my bra and skirt, before the denim skirt dropped to the floor as more shots were taken - here I was, in my underwear in front of a stranger.

He continued to direct me into poses, which of course were now becoming more provocative... bending over, on all fours, leaning forward to accentuate my cleavage. The first stirrings of my excitement at posing like this were building in me, and when I was asked to remove my bra and did so to reveal my breasts, my erect nipples gave the game away that I was starting to enjoy this. So, the posing continued for a number of topless shots, first with my hands covering my boobs then leaving them free to the gaze of his camera.

Asking how I was faring so far, my broken voice in response clearly made him decide that a break was required, and so he disappeared to grab another drink for my parched throat. Returning with the drink he asked if I wanted to get dressed again while we took a break, but feeling a little bold I decided to stay dressed (or undressed) as I was while we talked some more and drained our glasses, my face feeling like it was still burning a little while he couldn't hide his gaze wandering over my body now and then.

Break over we returned to some more topless photos to get back into the groove, before he asked whether I was finally ready to lose the knickers. Nodding, I slowly peeled down my underwear as he requested, allowing him some shots of me as I pulled them down my legs and off. Having only really directed my poses up to this point, standing naked before him was the first time he complemented my body, bringing both a smile to my face and a tingle of excitement elsewhere.

After taking a few shots of me front, back and side-on fully nude to give to me in case I ever needed them, we then went back to posing - me standing, sitting, crouching and posing in various normal ways at first, gravitating to more explicit poses with legs spread and pussy on show as he came in closer for close-up shots of my most intimate parts. By this point, exposing myself like this was proving quite arousing and I could feel my wetness building a little, although the photographer seemed remain calm and professional, the only giveaway that he was also having a good time being the smile on his face.

Holding my lips open for a few shots for him, at which point he must have been able to clearly see my arousal, he asked me whether I'd be able to masturbate while he carried on taking pictures. I told him I could and asked how he wanted me to pose, to which he told me to forget he was there and just do whatever was natural for me rather than worry about the photos. So, I did exactly that, getting comfortable on the sheets and blankets on the floor of the makeshift studio, laying back and beginning to explore my body. I was feeling a little self-conscious of the continuing shutter sounds to start as I massaged my boobs and let my hand drift down my stomach, but the wave of pleasure when my fingers found my clit soon pushed that into background. I'm not sure how long I masturbated for, but I remember being dimply aware of the sounds of his camera, my own moans and the sound of my fingers as I moved from my clit to slide my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. My excitement built and built in not time, as did my moans, and I could only manage a brief "uh-huh" when I heard him ask me if I was about to cum. I heard the camera clicks intensify in number as his voiced urged me on to cum, and my moans became cries as my redoubled efforts on my clit brought me over the edge and brought me off to a satisfying, twitching orgasm.

Coming out of that haze, I saw his red face, wide eyes and smile emerge from behind the camera lens, telling me that I looked amazing and that he was sure he'd got some great shots of me. Smiling, I asked if we could have another break to recover, and as he left the room I noticed a visible bulge in his trousers for the first time, which made me smile some more. Returning with both a towel to wipe myself down and put around me and another cold drink, we took another breather while he quizzed me on how I'd found the experience so far, before asking if I was still okay with going ahead to the next stage. I told him I was (and my arousal was rampant, if I'm honest), so after a toilet break and finishing our drinks it was back to the "studio".

I found myself waiting around a little impatiently at this point as the photographer fiddled around with his equipment, mounting the camera he's been using on a tripod and attaching what I later learned was a remote trigger for it, and pulling out a second camera from his bag. I felt a little naive wondering why he needed to, but all was revealed in due course, as he asked again whether I was ready to continue.

Telling him I was, he asked me to drop the towel and come over to kneel on a cushion in the studio. Moving over to me, he stood before me, my eyes at crotch level, and although he didn't really need to spell out what came never I nonetheless waited for him to ask if I'd be okay performing oral on him. Rather than say anything, I simply unzipped his pants, reaching inside to find his semi-erect penis and pulling it out from his pants. This was the moment where I felt my first pang of guilt - here I was about to suck the cock of someone almost 40 years older than me for money, basically - but I shut my eyes and ignored that thought as I took him into my mouth. It didn't take much sucking before I felt his erection grow in my mouth, and from there things were a stop-start affair for a while, as he frequently stopped me to snap a picture with either the tripod or handheld camera, getting me to look up at the camera with him in my mouth and so on. In the meantime, I sucked on him and rolled my tongue around his shaft, enjoying hearing his moans and a comment that he wasn't likely to last long like this. Once he had his photos from this stage of proceedings, I was free to concentrate on making him cum, denying a request for him to do so on my face and instead agreeing to hold his cum in my mouth for a couple of final shots. As he'd predicted, my full ministrations meant it wasn't long until he did just that, feeling him throbbing as my mouth filled up, then trying to patiently letting him take photos of me with my mouth open enough to show his deposit. I later realised I'd forgotten to let him know that I don't swallow, as my run to the bathroom to spit out said deposit was met with some alarm on his part, followed by laughter when he realised the panic was for nothing.

Having played my part, I was informed that it was my turn and asked if I was okay with him undressing. Given that I'd just had his cock in my mouth I wasn't likely to have a problem with this, and with his reasonably in-shape body fully revealed hemoved and adjusted the tripod camera, laid back where I'd previously been masturbating and motioned me over. He then requested that I straddle his face, which I duly did, kneeling down and shuffling into place until I could feel his breath between my legs. I then found myself having to lean over awkwardly to adjust the camera and tripod a little more as he directed me from his position, and with the setup finally in place I felt a shiver as his hands touched me for the first time, holding my hips and gentling lowering me down towards his face.

In no time, the feel of kisses and the lapping of his tongue exploring my pussy began, and I couldn't help my excitement once he found my clit, unthinkingly letting myself sink down further into the reach of his tongue as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. As his tongue flicked over my clit and pushed inside me, I was only dimly aware of the shutter sounds beginning once again as the remote trigger in his hand set off the camera watching over us. This continued for some time, broken only by my soft moans and an exclamation as to how wet I was from him.

Asking whether I was going to cum from this, I apologised and admitted that I found it hard to get off from oral in this position. Telling me not to worry, he scooted out from under me and asked me to lay down - once I did so, he spent some time adjusting the camera again, explaining that these photos may not come out quite so well but not to worry before moving to position him head between my legs again to resume licking me. Again my moans began, intensifying as I felt him slide a thick finger inside of me. After a while, he returned to simply sucking and licking at my clit, which went on until I couldn't take any more - another orgasm came upon me almost out of nowhere as I moaned and bucked my hips against his mouth while he persisted with his licking until I could take no more.

Wiping his face with the towel discarded on the floor he asked how that had been , to which my only response was "good". My response to the next question was even more positive... "Are you ready for even more?" "Definitely!" Now fully erect again after his time spent devouring my pussy, he went and grabbed a pack of condoms from a nearby draw, took one out and deftly unwrapped it before putting it on. Taking his handheld camera again, he told me to stay where I was and moved himself in between my legs, spreading them open further until his cock was brushing against my entrance. He asked one more time if I was sure I wanted to do this, and with my affirmative response he began to very slowly slide himself inside me, stopping one moment to photograph my reaction - mouth open, eyes closed, head thrown back - and at others to capture the progress of his penis deeper inside me. After that long, slow entry, his first momevements were bliss as he filled and stimulated me - bliss he continued to capture on camera.

Eventually, he put down the handheld camera and took his remote control in one hand again. Asking me to wrap my legs around him, he then began to fuck me properly still intently watching my reactions and pressing the remote shutter as the only sound apart from our breathing and moaning. I was a little susprised when he leaned in and kissed me, but by this point I was so turned on and feeling so good that I returned the kiss hungrily, opening my legs to him further as he fucked me harder.

Stopping for a while, we switched places as he laid down and I straddled him - this time, hovering over his crotch and lowering myself onto his penis before rocking and grinding against him while his hands explored my hips and chest, ass and boobs. On several occasions I had to slow down or stop as photos were taken, and each time I did this my desire for release grew a little further. I then turned around and rode him a little more while facing away from him, before he stopped me again and positioned me on all fours facing the camera.

This was the first time I'd noticed my ability to see myself on the camera's LCD screen positioned in our direction, although my determination to watch it to see how I looked during sex didn't last for long once I felt a hand on my hips and hiscock filling my wetness again and my eyes closed in pleasure. The fucking was faster and deeper now, with fewer pauses to take pictures, and eventually I stoped hearing the sounds of the shutter at all, only the sounds of his flesh slapping against mine as I moaned louder.

It was here that a little dirty talk started - he asked if I liked his cock inside me, I found myself begging him to fuck me harder. This he duly did, and my moans grew louder and louder and louder. Shouting out that I was going to cum only made him thrust faster still, and eventually that orgasm was met with a blur of shutter noises as he tried to capture the moment I came on his cock.. a moment that I later found I'd ruined somewhat by burying my face in the blankets as I orgasmed.

Panting and sensitive as I recovered I pulled away from him and flopped down onto the blankets, and we both took a moment to recover before he pulled off the condom (surprising me, as I was sure he hadn't cum again himself yet) and asking how I'd found the experience. I talked through how it had been through my eyes, and he asked if I wanted to see some of the photos before he edited them. Frankly, I was dying to see them, so I agreed to stick around while he loaded them onto his laptop as we both got dressed.

Sitting down on the sofa in his living room, he took me through the photos - some incredibly sexy, some disastrously bad, some looking downright weird. Overall though, I found seeing myself pictured sucking and fucking a stranger's cock to be a big turn-on, and my arousal was running away with me again in spite of the pleasure I'd already had. Seeing my flushed face, he asked if I was embarrassed or turned on, my immediate response was "both"... before adding "but mostly turned on".

"I could help you out there if you're still not satisfied" he said, half-jokingly, but before I could catch myself my response was "Well, I wouldn't mind..." The next thing I knew, I was being helped out of my tight jeans on the couch, my knickers followed likewise onto the floor, and my legs were over his shoulder as he lapped and sucked on me again. Clearly remembering what had caused the greatest reactions from me previously, there was no pausing for photos this time, just an urgent licking and sucking of my wetness until I came yet again, the result of which was a small wet spot on his couch.

Laying there panting and half-naked, his straining trousers told of his own needs, and when I pointed this out he was adamant that I needn't worry... for a moment anyway, until he said "unless you want me to fuck you again?" My response was simply to ask if he had another condom, an in no time at all he'd produced one, quickly shedding his own pants and boxers. This time he penetrated me quickly and easily, and in no time was moving quickly inside me as I egged him on to seek his own release with my moans and whispers for him to fuck me. As he devoured my mouth and breasts, his thrusts only sped up further until loud grunts and his throbbing inside me signalled that he'd cum again.

Pulling out, we both rearranged ourselves and dressed yet again, me trying to straighten my hair ready to leave. With an envelope full of cash in my pocket and an open request to get in touch if I'd ever like to shoot again, I said goodbye and made my way home. Since then, my mind has been reeling a little - I had sex with a guy in his 60s while he took photographs of it, and I enjoyed it. And I think I'm probably going to do it again... in fact, I'm talking with a couple of other photographers about photo shoots at the moment.