Message-ID: <2893eli$9708121246@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: DevoSpudC Subject: The Camera Eye, Part One (m/f, college, photography, true) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33EFA7F9.1DFE@ix.netcom.com> 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /