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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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