Amateur Photographer Ch. 04

"Well, what are you doing? she said. "Aren't you going to take some more shots? Or are you just gonna stand there?"

I went back to the camera. If only she didn't open her mouth, I thought to myself. In the back of my mind I pondered that the only way to shut this babe up was to put a cock in her mouth. But you'd be worried she'd bite it off.

"Come on, tell me what I should do."

Fuck this, I thought. What should she do? How about get down on your knees and wrap those lips around my cock? How about that? At least that would shut you up and then I wouldn't have to listen to your insults. That's what I was thinking, but was too scared to say it.

"Alright, lay back on the sofa. One leg bent up on the seat."

She complied. Mercifully without another snide comment. She looked up at me as I took the shot. She looked so sweet; the images I was capturing seemed to be of a sweet young (well, relatively) girl lying languidly on a sofa, when really she was kind of the devil in disguise.

She certainly wasn't shy about showing off her body – her pussy was totally exposed and I was zeroing in on it with the camera, it was quite obvious that I was doing so, and she didn't mind at all.

"Is this making you hot?" she said as she let her hand slide down between her legs. "What if I rub my cunt like this – does that do it for you?"

"What do you think, Kate?" I said, very annoyed now. My cock was painfully hard, as she could see. And it was my cock that she was looking at the whole time she spoke.

"I guess it's unfortunate that you won't be able to keep any of these pictures to jerk off to later," she said. "Maybe you should just do it while I'm here in the flesh."

I felt like I didn't want to give her the pleasure of seeing me jerk off in front of her. But she was getting me more and more aroused like this. My balls were starting to ache. She ran a finger up and down her slit, smiling wickedly at me as she did.

"Go on, why don't you?" she said.

Why don't I just grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her hard, I thought.

"Come on, come closer. Touch your cock. You know you want to."

She had me there. I did want to. And as for jumping her, I had to admit that she scared me too much. No telling what she might do. I moved in closer, standing directly above her. She looked up at me as I took my cock into my hand.

"Yes, that's right. Squeeze it. Yes, jerk it!"

She started rubbing herself faster, her other hand moving to her breasts to pinch her nipples. She was licking her lips as she looked up at me – at my cock - as I worked my hand up and down the shaft. Ooh, she looked so hot like that!

"Oh yeah, that's it!" she giggled as she watched me masturbating, her voice pitching into a kind of squeal.

I felt the sensation building in my balls. I pumped harder as I watched her finger herself, the wanton expression on her face.

"Come on, come on, cum for me you fucking pervert! Do it!"

Her words tipped me over the edge. She watched me, seemingly spellbound as my body tensed and I felt the exquisite release as my cock erupted, my cum flying out in long streams and landing on her body. She squealed in delight as she watched me; she moaned as my seed landed on her stomach and tits, she was moaning as she looked down her body at my cum and feverishly rubbed it all over her tits.

I slumped back into a chair, spent, as she continued to run her pussy with her other hand. I watched as she noticed a blob of cum on her shoulder. She scooped it up with her finger and slid it into her mouth.

"Mmm, not bad," she said, as if sampling some cooking she'd just whipped up in the kitchen. "Aren't you going to take a picture of me like this?" she asked as she licked her finger once more. I picked the camera up off the floor and started shooting as she continued to rub the cum into her skin, smiling up at me sweetly the whole time.

Then she got up, put her shoes on and reached into her bag. She pulled out a big overcoat and slipped it on. She stuffed her clothes into the bag. She snatched the camera out of my hand and removed her memory card. Then she kissed me on the lips. It occurred to me it was the first time we had touched each other.

"Thank you David, I needed that. You know, you're not so bad – for a pervert."

And then she was gone.

Christ, what was that all about? I was utterly spent, I hadn't cum that hard in ages. But it had also been a humiliating experience. Actually, she had made me angry. What a fucking bitch! I went into the kitchen and grabbed a six pack, settling back into the couch. I was too pissed to sleep. After a few beers I started to mellow. Look man, I said to myself, you just shot your load all over a great looking chick, and she seemed to love it, so what's the problem here? Would have been nice to get some photos of it, but I wouldn't be getting to see any of them – she's got the memory card. And how was that – she wanted a picture of her with my cum on her body! She seemed to have planned the whole thing; she had the memory card for the camera she brought with her, and she seemed to delight in ridiculing me. And she ended up naked with me jerking off all over her – and then she's still called me a pervert! Strange woman.

It had been an experience, I mused to myself the next day, but I wasn't unhappy to be rid of that crazy chick. She was scary. Hopefully my next subject wouldn't be anything like her.

But I wasn't rid of Kate, as it turned out. She rang me later that night. Oh Jesus, not again...

"Hi David, how are you?" she said.

"Not bad."

"Look, I'm ringing to apologize for the way I behaved the other day. I'm sorry if I came across as a bit of a bitch, and I'd like to make it up to you by inviting you out for dinner."

She wants to invite me to dinner? I didn't want to have anything more to do with her.

"Um, why?"

"Like I said, I do feel bad about the way I behaved and I'd like to make it up to you. Come on, a free meal, a drink or two, that's all. What do you say?"

I paused. Well, a free meal...

"I guess I can't refuse an offer like that. OK. What about tomorrow night."

"OK, that sounds good. How about the Kentucky Tavern? They've got a nice outdoor area and they do excellent steaks."

"Alright, see you there, say, about seven?"

"Great, I'll be there."

I arrived on time. I couldn't see her anywhere, so I got a beer and found a table. Twenty minutes later and she still hadn't shown, I was starting to think this might be some kind of prank. Why did I agree to meet this fruitcake; why do I always let my dick do the thinking? But then I saw her coming down the stairs, wine glass in hand. She was wearing a simple, short black dress and black pumps. God, she really was a stunning looking woman, even when she's not naked and covered in my cum, I joked to myself. But what a God damned bitch she is as well!

"Hi David, thanks for coming," she said. "What will you be having?"

I looked at the menu. With her paying, I chose for the most expensive dish they had.

"Mmm," I see you've got good taste – but then I already know you're a kind of connoisseur for prime flesh."

Christ, here we go, she's started already. I saw her notice the look of disdain on my face.

"Hey, it was only a joke," she said. "Look, I am sorry that I came across as a bit of a bitch the other day, but I want you to know that I enjoyed out little session. I really enjoyed it. Actually, I enjoyed it so much that I want to put forward a kind of proposition to you."

"Go on," I said, suddenly thinking that my first instincts to run a mile from her might have been about spot on. What the hell was this proposition going to be?

"First, let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm not so much into sex, I mean, penetration – it's nice, but unless I'm in a relationship it's not what does it for me. What I really like is watching men cum. Watching their muscles tense when they shoot their cum, watching the expression on their face, feeling the cum on my body, the whole lot of that. That's what gets me off."

"So, so that's why you came to get photographed?"

"No. I did it for exactly the reasons I said before. I mean, yes, I did bring the camera card, I suppose I just did that on a whim, but if you're asking why did I do the naked stuff, well, it looked like you were a bit intimidated by me, and that kind of turned me on. I liked that. And it's true, like I said – I know I look good, and I'm not going to look good forever, and here's you busting your balls to take naked shots of women, and I'd already seen the quality of your work. So I thought, this could be a good opportunity.

"But yeah, I hadn't intended doing any of what we did, because I expected you to be some sad, fat balding old perve getting his rocks off on naked young girls – I was there because I was worried about that, and what the students were getting themselves into. Like I said before, you're obviously perverted, and I enjoyed teasing you, but you turned out to be exactly the opposite of a fat old guy."

"So what was with the overcoat?" I said. "You seemed quite prepared for something, like you didn't want your clothes soiled."

She looked a bit sheepish.

"Yeah, well, that was for something else, nothing to do with you. Let's just say it ended up being a happy coincidence."

"So why are you telling me all this? What is this about?"

"OK, this is it: I'm not looking for any kind of proper relationship right now, and most guys, when I tell them what I just told you, and I don't just tell everyone what I've just told you, they either don't understand or they're too shy, or they're just not into in and they just want to fuck all the time. It's frustrating. So, I just thought, given you're a bit, shall we say, kinky, and you didn't try to fuck me the other day, I wondered..."

I felt like telling her the only reason I didn't try anything on her was because she was too God damned scary.

"I just thought, maybe since you're not looking for a relationship, and neither am I, maybe we can come up with an arrangement along the lines of what I have just been telling you, that might suit us both."

"So why me," I said. "And anyway, what was all that about pics for an internet dating service? You just said now that you don't want a relationship."

"Um, hello - it doesn't mean I'm not interested in meeting men for reasons other than getting a boyfriend. Haven't you just been listening to a word I've said?"

There's that temper again. It's lucky for the men of this nation that she doesn't want a relationship – you'd have more fun sticking pins in your eyes than getting romantically involved with this one. Still, the idea of cumming all over her body, that was something entirely different...

"Look," she said. "As I said, it impressed me that you didn't try to jump me and, if you're asking why you, well, you seem nice enough, you don't seem to be violent, you're a good looking guy and you've got a good body. And you've got a nice cock and you cum hard. Do I need to explain it any clearer than that?"

I paused, thinking this through. I was a little shocked. And I was still a little wary. I couldn't help but think it might be some kind of trap. She seemed to be speaking frankly; maybe she wasn't such a bitch after all. But I wasn't sure I trusted her.

"David, just have a think about it. I just thought, given your weird sexual peculiarities, you might be interested."

She paused as our meals arrived. Once the waiter had gone, she looked up into my eyes. She was very cute, very sexy, especially when she wasn't talking.

"Kate, this is all a bit bemusing," I said. "You keep going on about how I'm a depraved pervert, yet here you are, someone who gets off on watching guys cum, but doesn't want to fuck them. Most people would call that a bit weird, even perverted, not that I'm passing judgment or anything. It just seems to me that you're the pot calling the kettle black."

"Well, maybe," she said. "Whatever. Look, I've said my piece, if you're not interested or if it's not for you, that's OK. It's fine. I've no interest in a debate with you about sexual perversions."

We went back to our meals in silence. The food was very good; glad she's paying, I thought to myself. Then she looked up at me and smiled sweetly. She had gotten a little bit of mustard on her top lip. She licked it off with her tongue. It was a captivating sight.

"David," she said, "just imagine how I would look with your cock in my mouth. Wouldn't that look good? Maybe I would even let you take a picture of it."

She was right. She would look sublimely sexy like that. I could feel my cock swelling in my pants as I formed an image of my cock sliding between her dainty little lips. What a strange world – here is a sexy babe basically asking me to stick my cock in her mouth, and I'm not sure how I want to respond...

"Look, I can see you're a bit wary of me, and I can understand that," she said. "Here," she said, pulling a folder out of her bag. "I printed out some of the pictures you took. You can have these. You are a very good photographer."

"Thank you," I said. I felt emboldened. "Yes Kate, you're right, my cock would look very good in your mouth."

"Yes, it would," she smiled.

"So," I said, "what if your mouth was full of my cock, and then I pulled it out of your mouth and grabbed it in my hand and jerked it off and sprayed my cum all over your pretty little face? How would that be, Kate? How would that look?"

"Oh yeah," she smiled, licking her lips and smiling as she leaned towards me, "that would be real good..."

Then I felt something touch my knee. It was her foot. She ran her foot along my inner thigh until it reached my now hardening cock. She had slid down in her chair a little so she could reach me better. She caressed my cock with her foot with amazing dexterity – pretty soon I was fully hard and half way towards blowing my wad. I glanced across to the left as I noticed a couple of young women looking at us – from where they were they could see everything that was going on under the table. When they caught my eye they quickly turned away. I wasn't sure whether they were excited or disgusted, but in my mind I chose to imagine the little show was turning them on.

"David," she said, "if we don't leave here soon I'm going to blow you right here under the table – and don't think I wouldn't!"

For a minute I was tempted to call her bluff. Well, maybe; I also didn't want to end up on an indecent exposure charge. I called the waiter for the check. I had to hand it to Kate – she was still rubbing my cock with her foot when the waiter arrived. She paid the bill and we left. She wrapped her arm around my waist and I did the same as we walked out of the car together. Her body felt fantastic against mine, and she looked so hot in that little dress. Going up the stairs out the place we kind of stumbled a bit – as it can sometimes be tricky to get your footsteps in unison when you're walking with your arm around a girl – and as we regained our footing my hand accidentally slipped up to her breast. It was an accident, but her soft little tit felt so good that I couldn't help but leave my hand there just a little bit longer. Some people in the bar noticed, I was sure, and I was sure Kate noticed them noticing, too. After maybe 10 seconds I let my hand slide back down to her hip.

"Fucking pervert," she whispered into my ear. Was she angry or was that a smile on her face? I couldn't be sure. One way or another, this was going to be an interesting evening...