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“I might want you to drop some of the items for… some private photos…”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I, um…”
“The bathroom is through there.” I nod to the low wooden door with a very high threshold. “It used to be a cupboard, but I’ve changed it to an en-suite.”
Curiosity gets the better of her, and she carefully collects the scraps of lace fabric and gingerly steps over the threshold.
I’m adjusting the light as she re-emerges. And then I have to adjust something else. All that smooth skin, only obscured by lacy, see-through underwear. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, her shoulders hunched forward, and crosses her arms over her exposed middle.
“Christ, Caitlin,” I groan. “If you only knew how sexy you are.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
I would have laughed at her comment if it wasn’t for the total disbelief in her voice.
“You possess something unique that drags men to you likemoths to a flame. The only reason you don’t realise this is because your parents have kept you on such a tight lead. Let’s cut the lead. I want to see you in all your sexy glory.”
She bites her lip and whispers, “Okay.”
“Now, let’s cover you up.”
Her confusion is adorable, and I have to say I hate to cover up the white lace bra and panty set she’s wearing. However, the images should sell the idea of sex, not sex itself. I hold out one of my white shirts and she eagerly slips her arms through.
“Oh, that’s the wrong buttonhole,” she says and tries to help when I start buttoning it for her.
“No, I want the shirt to be a tad skewed, so it looks like it was put on in a rush.”
“Oh.”
The jewellery goes on last. Simple jewellery to complement the simple clothes and her make-up-free face. I ask her to sit in the middle of the bed. She’s uncomfortable in front of the camera, but as I start talking dirty to her, telling her how sexy she is, howdirtyshe is, her face changes. Her eyes widen, her lips part, her cheeks turn rosy. Soon her nipples pebble under her bra and there’s an aura of primal sexuality in her every innocent move. Her red curls cling to her damp neck. Lolita has nothing on my Caitlin. These pictures will be a goldmine for the company.
“Take your bra off but keep the shirt on. It’s time to move on to the private photo collection.”
I strip out of my own clothes and join her on the bed, taking close-ups, instructing her and touching her as I move her into positions. My cock is rock hard between my legs and all I want to do is sink between hers.
“Your skin was made to be adorned by jewellery,” I say as Ipush her shirt off one shoulder, exposing part of her breast. The edge of the fabric clings to her hard nipple. I snap a photo, and as she inhales deeply, the shirt drops. A primal growl travels up my chest. “I may have to add a nipple piercing.”
Her eyes widen and she stutters as I pinch the pink tip, “Y-you think we could make piercing jewellery in the same design?”
I shake my head and grin. “You’re a genius. Nipple piercings, an Albert piercing, all in your tasteful design.”
“What’s an Albert piercing?”
I grip my cock with the hand not holding the camera. “It’s a piercing that goes from the pee hole of the cock and out the side.”
Her shock is evident. She drops down, eying my cock with curiosity. My groan is deep as she licks up my shaft, all the way up to the tip. I snap a few pictures from above. She tickles the slit where pre-cum is gathering. Eyes so innocent peer up at me through the lens. “If you get one, then we’ll call it ‘Aidan piercing’.” Her lips close around my crown, and I swear, I’ll not only get a piercing, I’ll also tattoo her name up my shaft.
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Caitlin
My body is still twitching in aftershocks, and I can’t get enough air, yet all I want to do is giggle.I’m in Aidan’s bed!
I have just had mind-blowing sex with Aidan. In his bed!
Never in my wildest dreams or secret fantasies did I ever imagine I’d be here. I always found him gorgeous beyond belief – when my peers were squealing over Justin Bieber, I was secretly harbouring a crush on a man almost twenty years older than me. But he was never without a model-like woman on his arm, never giving me any more than good natured pats on my head.
And now I’m in his bed! With his sticky release on my stomach…
