[F] The time I tried to get my friend to take a professional picture of me for my job…[Finale]

Soooo I'd already lost most of my blouse, my skirt bunched at my waist, panties pulled down to the top of my thighs while Daniel knelt in front of me, camera on the floor, his lips wet with a mixture of his saliva and my pussy.

It was pretty hot lol

Anyway, I thought telling him I needed his cum would make him shy away once more, to be embarrassed and flustered and cute like before.

But that's not what happened.

Without warning, he surged up from his knees, grabbed me by the waist, and yanked me off the stool. I squealed, half from shock, half from horniness, as my bare tits bounced against his chest. He pulled me closer, tighter, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, obliging me to taste my own pussy, nothing like those soft friend-kisses we'd traded at drunken parties years ago.

"Jesus, Daniel," I moaned against his lips. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"You, obviously." He pushed me back against the divider he'd set up for the photos, my legs opening for him instinctively, my breasts bouncing in recoil. "You've been teasing me since you walked in here…"

My laugh came out shaky. "Well , yeah, maybe a little–"

He kissed me again, even rougher, choking off my words, then pulled back and opened his jeans. I watched, mesmerised, as his cock sprang free, already hard, thick and twitching, the sight of it making me moan without thinking.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

He grabbed the camera from the floor with one hand, shoved it against my chest. "Hold it."

I blinked, dazed. "What?"

"Hold it," he repeated, his voice harsh in a way I had never heard before. "You wanted a photoshoot, right?"

I nodded, my bravado shaken by his sudden bid for power, my brain switching off and turning submissive, my eyes fixed on his cock, my pussy clenching and unclenching in anticipation of how it would feel inside me.

"Then point it at yourself while I fuck you."

I did as I was told, lifting the camera, fumbling to raise it toward my bare chest. He yanked my panties down past my knees and shoved my thighs apart.

"Fuck…" I gasped, feeling myself spread in front of him.

He ignored me, his eyes no longer soft or friendly as he gripped his cock and guided it to my pussy. The looking of his face was unfamiliar and, if I'm honest, a little scary.

But I liked it.

My head thudded back against the divider as he pushed inside me, his cock stretching me open, sliding deep, filling me in a way my fingers never could. The camera wobbled in my grip, half-pointed at my tits, half at my open mouth as he drove forward again.

I snapped a shot.

"Good," he grunted, thrusting harder. "How do you look?"

I lowered the lens just enough to glimpse the tiny display screen. The image shook with every thrust, but it was clear enough to see my tits bouncing, my mouth open, my hair messy, my eyes rolling back.

I looked like a fucking slut.

"You love it, don't you?" he said as he pushed into me again, making my eyes water.

"God, Daniel," I gasped. "You're…fuck…you're not even the same person right now."

His hand shot up to my throat, pinning me gently but firmly against the divider. "Nope." The camera slipped in my hands, but he grabbed it, twisted it, and shoved it back at me. "Don't you dare stop."

I whimpered, obeying, taking another shot, catching still after still of my flushed face and my bouncing breasts.

"Open wider," he ordered, shoving one of my knees higher against the wall. My pussy stretched tighter around him.

I moaned loudly. "Daniel, I…fuck…I can't spread them any wider–"

"Yes you can." He slammed into me so hard the divider nearly toppled. "You're gonna take it. You're gonna remember this every time you see one of those photos."

The thought of it pushed me over the edge and I cried out, the sound half-moan, half-scream, and came all over his cock, my juices gushing and my body shaking violently, my tits bouncing wildly from pleasure and recoil.

He pulled out suddenly, mid-orgasm, leaving me bereft of it.

"What the fuck…" I gasped at the emptiness, legs trembling, and tried to catch my breath.

"On the stool," he commanded.

I staggered back, confused, but did as I was told, dropping onto the stool, tits still bare, panties tangled around my knees. He grabbed the camera from my shaky hands, set it up on its tripod this time, and adjusted the angle until it was pointing directly at me.

"You wanted cum for your portfolio," he said, stroking his cock hard. "So open your mouth and get ready."

My heart pounded as I leaned back, squeezing my tits together with both hands, pushing them up for the camera. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, eyes fixed on him.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, pumping faster. "Stay just like that."

I nodded, my tits pushed together, nipples hard against my palms, my mouth a perfect O as I begged him silently for it.

Hot jets of cum shot across my chest, streaking my tits, splattering my collarbones. The force of it made me flinch, but I held position, squeezing my breasts tighter, smearing the cum across them for the camera. Another shot landed across my cheek, dripping down to my lips.

"Ohhh fuck," he groaned, his hand slowing on his cock as the last spurts spilled over my stomach.

I gasped, trembling, and dragged a finger through the cum on my tits. I sucked it into my mouth slowly, rolling my eyes back for him, moaning like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted.

"Jesus Christ," Daniel muttered, staring at me like he'd never seen me before. He grabbed the camera and snapped one final picture of me ruined and dripping. Then he tossed it aside and shook his head as if clearing it. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

I nodded and laughed, still breathless. "Yes. More than okay. That was amazing."

"I don't know what came over me," he said.

I reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back down toward me before. His face was still flushed, lips damp, hair sticking up in wild directions.

"Daniel," I said firmly, holding his eyes. "Don't overthink it. That was hot as fuck."

He blinked, confused. "You…really mean that?"

"Do I look like I'm lying?" I smirked, squeezing my tits together again, cum still glistening across them. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever done. And you were incredible. Honestly…I didn't know you had that in you."

His shoulders eased, the tension slipping away. "I was worried I went too far."

"You didn't," I reassured him, softer now. "You gave me exactly what I wanted. What I needed, actually."

He let out a shaky laugh, half-relieved, half-exhilarated. "Well…good. Because I loved it too."

I smiled and nodded. A moment of peaceful silence passed between us.

"Okay. Help me get cleaned up and then we can start."

"Start what?" he asked.

"Reviewing the pictures, silly."