Photoshoot: He Made Me Swallow

Photoshoot: He Made Me Swallow

           I had been casually chatting with a local photographer here in Las Vegas.  He was always the first to “like” my new photos online and was always sure to leave a kind comment.  His photos that he posted online were always so sexy and of great quality.  I mean really professional shots.  Professional models.  Professional studios. 

           You know.  Back drops, lighting, support crews. 

           I could only wish to someday be photographed by a photographer of his level.  There’s no way I could afford one of these shoots myself. 

           After chatting for many months, she messaged me and said he really wanted to photograph me. 

           I thought, “OMG! Really? But there’s no way I could afford that.”

           I replied back to him, thanking him for the offer but declined due to the assumed high-priced quality of his work. 

He replied back, “Oh no, I’m mean I’ll shoot you for free.  I already have a room booked on The Strip for another shoot.  Come by after and let’s take a few pics.” 

           “OMG, really?”  I replied. 

           “Of course, I’ll message you the hotel and room.  Stop by around 8 o’clock tomorrow night.”  He replied.

          

          

           I didn’t know what to pack.  Should I take a few outfits or just one?  Should I take a dress or lingerie?

           So, I grabbed a few outfits, both dresses and lingerie and headed to his hotel on The Strip. 

           As I entered, the room was setup just as I’d imagined.  Lights and back drops setup both in the main room and bedroom.  It was a nice suite overlooking The Strip and had floor to ceiling windows. 

           I first changed out of my casual clothes, jeans and a blouse, and into one of my favorite black dresses and white lace coat.  We took a few pics in the main room and then laying on the bed. 

           Onto the next outfit.  A red lace teddy with matching lace robe.  It was dark outside and we got some great photos overlooking The Strip.  The floor to ceiling windows were freezing and I was pressing my half naked body up against them. 

           But I realized it was making my nipples really hard and turning me on. 

           Next, we moved into the bedroom for a sexy boudoir shoot.  A shoot with me laying on the bed in lingerie. 

My feet up on the headboard. 

Then, photos with my bent over the bed. 

Next, doggy style on the bed. 

So many sexual positions.  It was really making me horny. 

I was wondering if he was getting horny too or was he tired from shooting all day?  I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted to suck it right now!

We finished taking the last few photos which resulted in me laying on the bed with my legs wide open and heels toward the ceiling.  I looked over and could see, both the length and girth of his cock press through his pants. 

My question was answered right there.  I thought to myself, I have to grab his cock right here and just go for it.  I quickly reached over and grabbed his shaft right through his pants.  It was so big and hard. 

He moaned and quickly reached over to set the camera down on the night stand.  I was clawing at his belt and zipper like an animal.  He assisted my efforts and uncaged his erection for my pleasure. 

It was all mine!  I wanted it now!

I grabbed his shaft with one hand and cradled his balls with the other.  Taking his bulbous head deeper and deeper into my mouth.  He was already so hard and I began to taste his pre cum in my mouth.  I knew it wouldn’t take long. 

At first, he just stood there, receiving my thanks for a free photoshoot.  Then, he began to grab my hair to control my head.  I could feel his shaft growing bigger and fuller. 

Then, the unmistakable feeling you get, when you know a man isn’t going to let you back away from his explosion.  The feeling of a man’s hand moving to the back of your head and grabbing your hair, controlling me even more.  Pushing his cock further and further down my throat. 

And then the explosion!

I could feel his shaft pulsating on my tongue with his balls pressed against my chin.  His bulbous head ejaculating down my throat.  My nose pressing against his stomach and gasping for air. 

I had been in this predicament before.  There was no use in fighting it.  With my hands squeezing both of his legs and mine shaking, I felt one last pump of his nectar go to its home down my throat. 

Then he released my captivity.  Letting go of my hair and stepping back. 

I gasped a big breath.  I remained on my knees, submissively in front of him. 

I slowly looked up at him, wondering if I did a good job. 

He just stood there with his head tilted back and eyes closed. 

He said, “Damn girl, that was great!  I didn’t think I’d be able to shoot a third load down a babes throat today but you got it out of me.”