Photo shoot (aka meet number 3!)

Finally! The story behind the pictures.

Work was looking like it was going to pick up again and although as a freelancer I can never turn down getting paid the thought of not being able to dress as much during the day was preying on my mind and making me dream of being touched again and getting another opportunity to experience a mans cock.

I tried to get it out of my system by logging onto AFF and performing on cam for whomever I found on there. I rode my dildo like a girl possessed, obeyed all instructions and generally did whatever was asked for me but still didn't feel satisfied. Just sweaty, exhausted and covered in my own cum. Wanting something a little more.

Later the same day one of my viewers messaged me. A semi-pro photographer with his own makeshift home-studio offering to take some 'boudoir' photos. His profile suggested he was interested in women only and so I questioned whether or not he would really want to. It would be good practice for him was his reply and it didn't bother him that I was not really his thing sexually in fact it would be interesting for him (I'm paraphrasing a lot :-) ).

I wasn't wholly convinced as why would he contact me on a swingers site if he wasn't vaguely interested in me sexually? I warned him he might have to help me with my corset asking if would he be okay with that. Just gently feeling him out, letting him know I would be happy to be near naked and physically close to him if that was what he wanted. He said it would be weird but it wouldn't push him too far out of his comfort zone and sent me some 'boudoir' pictures he'd found online to illustrate what kinds of things he wanted to photograph. They were all really stylish and sexy and I tried to imagine myself ever looking that good! Fat chance. I responded with some less stylish pictures of my own, just to reinforce in him that I was willing to pose however he wished and either freak him out completely and therefore avoid wasting either mine or his time OR encourage him to test his level of comfort.

We exchanged messages over the next few days and tried to arrange a convenient time to meet. Annoyingly that was when work started to come in and so I worried whether or not I would be able to commit to anything at all. I even had to cancel our initial arrangements at the last minute which was both aggravating and embarrassing. However thankfully he still persisted in trying to arrange something. Finally I decided to make myself unavailable for a days work and cancelled a freelance booking. It seemed like the only way this was ever going to happen.

We'd swapped phone numbers and I texted in the morning to confirm I was coming. He gave me a postcode and told me to phone when I was there. I bathed, went over my legs again with a razor, moisturised and douched (just in case he wasn't just interested in photography).

I called from where he'd told me to park up and he gave me instructions on how to get to his house. I parked outside and nervously rang the doorbell.

He seemed friendly enough as he ushered me inside. I couldn't tell if he was as nervous as me or whether or not I was just projecting my own fears onto him. He'd set up a makeshift studio with lights and a backdrop in the front room. He asked me if I wanted a drink and to chat first. I said it was probably just as weird for me as it was for him and maybe I should just go and change. He showed me upstairs to the bathroom and said 'take your time, I'll carry on setting up downstairs'.

I waited until he'd gone back down and then stripped off completely, the door still open to the landing. I almost wished he were watching me turn into a girl but he stayed downstairs as I slipped into panties, bra and seamed stockings. I pulled a tight black dress over my underwear and slipped into my heels before attending to my make-up. Still an amateur really I wasn't happy with the results but I also knew if I kept going I would only make things worse. If only someone could help me some time and teach me a few tricks.

I put my blonde wig on, decided against it and changed to my short black wig. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

I had brought a selection of dresses and underwear with me and holding it I carefully went downstairs.

He was down in the front room making final adjustments to the lighting. He smiled as I stepped into the room and told me I looked pretty. He asked me to turn around for him and I did, my heart in my mouth yet feeling a million dollars. A girl again at last.

We started with a few simple photos. He stood a respectful distance away offering hints and tips as to how I could wist my body, drop my shoulders etc and look a little more feminine.

I was feeling frisky and sexy and so in between shots swayed my body in time to the music he had playing in the background, dancing for him a little, showing him I was comfortable and relaxed. As he took more photos I started to lift the hem of my dress a little to expose the tops of my stockings, and my bottom encased in black lace.

His suggestions got a little more provocative. Bending over for him, pulling my dress up high, staring back over my shoulder towards him. He actually seemed a little flustered and suggested a short break, maybe a quick change of clothing.

In a separate room but in plain sight of him (I had the option to close the door but chose not to) I slipped off my dress and bra and stood only in panties, stockings and heels for a moment trying to look nonchalant, as if deliberating over what to put on next.

I opted for just a corset. Putting it on as well as I could on my own, knowing I would need his help to complete the task. ' Do you mind helping me do it up?'.

He hesitated and then nodded. I turned to allow him access to the ties at the back and felt his fingers on my flesh as he tightened my corset. I could tell he was a little excited as he went quiet and gave it his full attention.

We took a few more photos and then he suggested, 'perhaps I'd like to have some taken in the bedroom, he'd set up a mini studio in there.' I agreed and let him follow my ass upstairs to his bedroom which I'd seen next door to the bathroom I'd changed in earlier. New white satin sheets adorned the bed and I dropped myself onto it without any hesitation, raising my ass up and following his instructions as he took more pictures.

Finally I rolled over and coyly played with myself a little beneath my panties. He softly, breathlessly asked if I would take it out for him. I smiled and pulled my panties down a little to do so. He asked if he could touch it and I nodded shyly. His fingers softly brushing against my hardening flesh, I asked if I could touch his. He kissed me, his beard scratching a little at my face and stood up. He dropped his trousers and took off his shirt and lay back down beside me and kissed me again, deeply.

I felt his manhood in my hand. Stroked it a little, fascinated by how fat and chunky it was. Much meatier and masculine than my own. He was hairy all over and to begin with that only turned me even more. It accentuated how girly and smooth and feminine I felt and made me feel even more submissive towards him. I let his body weigh on me a little as I played with his cock, tasted his tongue in my mouth and felt his hands stroking my soft skin.

I sat up and kissed his cock. He lay back down on the bed as I started to lick and taste him, taking it in my mouth and beginning to suck him off. I straddled him, hoping I would feel his fingers creep into my panties and perhaps gently massage my tight clean hole a little. He didn't disappoint. There was no way this guy was straight. He didn't hesitate for a moment to touch me there.

Suddenly I was all wet there. I was a little shocked and then amazed as I realised he was eating me out. His beard rubbing into my ass cheeks, his tongue licking out my ass. It was gorgeous and I ground myself into his face as I sucked on his fat cock. Note to my next meet - eat my ass and I will be whatever you want me to be for you because any inhibitions will just melt away. It was the most amazing sensation. I could have just selfishly lain on that bed and let him eat me out for days.

Once he'd gotten me all wet he started working his fingers inside of me as I stroked at his cock, moaning softly and enjoying feeling stretched. He asked if I wanted his cock in me and I could only beg, yes please.

I rolled a condom onto his cock and slathered it in lube. I got on all fours for him and felt him behind me pressing the tip of his fat cock against my hole. It hurt as he tried to force it in but I wanted it so badly I let him persevere for a while. It just wasn't working though so I gently pushed him onto his back so I could ride him from above. It still wouldn't go in though and just hurt when I tried too hard. I need someone with a lot of patience I think. Although I probably need to speak up and let someone know they need to be more patient too so I think I'm as much to fault.

I took the condom off and wanked us both off whilst he kissed and fondled me. I wanted him to come for me so badly but it just wasn't happening. I exploded all over us both and licked at my fingers as I continued to try and get him off with my other hand. I let him fuck my thighs for a while.

Sadly he never did come and I worried that perhaps I just wasn't sexy enough for him. In the end all that hair lost its charm but he was a lovely man and I thank him for the day, the photos and for the chance to get up close and personal with another manly cock. They are all so different and I feel like I would love to see so many more!!!

I need to take another day soon. Perhaps towards the start of December. Any offers will be considered!