Jack’s birthday present has a sexy body and flashes beautifully.
From the moment I saw them together, I knew that I was in trouble. Jack was transfixed, unable to resist caressing the body with a leisurely hand, rhapsodising about its beauty to me in all-too-graphic detail. It was supposed to be a very special birthday present from me to him, but when I saw how much attention he was paying his gift, I have to confess that I felt a pang of jealousy. Even though I was wearing his favourite slinky black dress over stockings and suspenders, which were clearly visible thanks to the high slit in the skirt, Jack was unable to take his eyes off his new toy. And that was before he even saw the flash, which served to whip his excitement up to whole new levels. I swear I heard him groan.
I sighed and glanced at my watch. We were already running late for our dinner reservations and I suspected Jack would sulk if I tried to drag him away, so I decided to let him have some fun. Well, it was his birthday after all.
“OK then, birthday boy,” I said. “How about I cancel dinner reservations and we stay in and play with your new friend?”
“You mean…?” The hope in Jack’s eyes would have been pathetic if it wasn’t for the rather impressive bulge I noticed springing up at his groin.
“Yes, you can do what you’ve been asking me about for ages. So, you like your present, do you?” Jack picked up the camera once more and turned it round slowly, appreciating it from every angle.
“It’s perfect. Better than the one I was hoping for. How did you know?”
“It doesn’t take a genius, given the amount of photography magazines you leave around the house. I just called Matt to ask him which camera he thought you’d like best, then ordered the next one up from that.”
“You’re a darling,” Jack said, coming over to kiss me, scooping me into a big hug which would have been perfect had it not been for the camera still dangling around his neck and digging into my stomach.
“Careful you don’t damage the camera, babe,” Jack said, pulling away from the embrace. I nursed my bruised abdomen and glowered at the camera. This meant war. I slipped the slinky dress over my head to reveal a black corset tightly nipped in waist, seamed stockings with lace tops and a tie-sided thong so wispy it barely even covered my clit. Jack was muttering something about ISOs and fiddling with his camera so I had plenty of time to apply a fresh layer of lippy and get into position, reclining back on the bed and arranging a fake fur throw to cover a little of my modesty. Even though I was a few years older than Jack, and did very little exercise outside of the bedroom, I was pleased with the way that my body was holding up. One long leg protruded from the throw, the black suspender clip dramatic against my pale, shimmering skin. The deep red ribbons that secured the thong sides added a splash of decadent colour, drawing attention to the soft curve of my hip. And the corset did wonders for my waist and breasts, cinching in and pushing up respectively. I licked my lips, tousled my hair, then cooed at Jack to get his attention.
“Shouldn’t you be looking down the lens, baby?”
“I’m just checking that…” His voice trailed off when he looked at me and saw my skimpy attire. He started to walk over to the bed, his erection bulging even more now, but I wagged my finger at him.
“All in good time. You wanted to play with your new toy first, remember. So how do you want me?” I pulled a little of the fake fur throw away from my body to reveal my thong. “Something like this?” Jack groaned.
“Or this?” I sat up and pulled the cover between my legs, one on either side so that Jack could see the full expanse of my stocking-clad thighs, holding the end of the throw under my chin and putting on a cutesy expression. Jack’s breathing became even heavier.
“Or perhaps this?” I threw the fur throw to one side and got onto all fours, crawling across the bed towards Jack, a come-hither expression in my eyes.
“Do you want me to be a bad girl for you, baby?” That was it. Jack snapped out of his reverie and picked up his camera, clicking away as if he was a paparazzo and I was a celebrity caught en flagrante.
“Let your hair fall to the side and lick your lips,” he ordered and I did as I was told.
“God, you’re beautiful. OK, now kneel up so that I can see those gorgeous breasts peeking out of your corset.” Again I followed Jack’s orders, trailing my hand lazily over my thigh, between my slick pussy lips, over my breasts and finally dipping a finger into my mouth.
“You filthy bitch,” Jack said, his voice getting husky. “Do it again.” I echoed my earlier move, this time plunging a finger deep inside myself so that Jack could capture the glistening juices as I trailed my finger over my body then licked it clean. Jack was still clicking away but as he watched me suck my finger ever more enthusiastically, I knew the way that his mind was going. Sure enough…
“Show me your tongue.” I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it lasciviously.
“I want to come on your tongue and get a picture of you with your mouth full for me.”
“Your wish…” I didn’t need to finish my sentence as I acquiesced to his request, opening my mouth wide ready for his load. Jack pulled his long, thick cock out of his jeans and started pumping it hard. The smell of his dick made my pussy even wetter and I knew that he was just as aroused as I was. I could see the pre-come slick over the head of his cock as he ran his thumb through it to lube his shaft. I guess he noticed the look of yearning in my eyes because he suddenly shoved his thumb in my mouth, and took several pictures of me sucking on it hungrily.
By now I was feeling ridiculously horny. Something about wearing sexy undies, following Jack’s orders and knowing everything was being captured for posterity turned my centre to liquid. So when I opened my mouth wide and begged Jack to give me his come, the arousal was clear in my voice. He didn’t need telling twice. First of all, he wiped his cock over my face, pushing it between my lips and making me suck it until it was nice and wet. Then, using one hand to tug on his balls and the other to stroke his shaft, he began to wank in earnest. I could see his cock pulsing as he drew nearer and nearer to orgasm, and when I felt the first warm spurt trickle over my lips and down my chin, my pussy twitched in response.
“Don’t you dare swallow,” Jack said. “You look like such a filthy slut. I want a picture.” He continued spurting over my lips and tongue, then sent a final stream over my breasts. I could feel Jack’s come trickling down my cleavage as he picked up the camera once more and zoomed in on my face. I stayed in position, trying not to shudder in lust as I held his precious load in my mouth.
“Swallow,” he finally ordered, after taking what seemed like hundreds of photos. I took my time, revelling in the way that he tasted, and knowing that it would make him horny when he saw how much I was enjoying it.
“Sexy bitch,” Jack said. “So, do you want to see yourself?”
I was nervous. Taking pictures in the heat of the moment is one thing, looking at them afterwards quite another – but how could I say no?
When Jack turned the camera round to show me his favourite image in the viewfinder, I was shocked. My red lipstick was smeared down my face, making me look like I’d been sucking cock all night. Jack’s come covered my cheeks and tongue in pearly spatters, and was splashed over my décolletage, trailing between my breasts. The corset had slipped down to reveal my hard nipples poking out of the top, and my thong clearly outlined my swollen clit.
“What do you think?” he said.
“You’re quite a photographer. But I look like such a slut.”
“The camera never lies,” Jack said. “So how about we check out some of your other angles?” As Jack moved down to the end of the bed and buried his head in my pussy, I could only imagine the pictures he was planning to get. I just hoped that his imagination was as dirty as my own.
