Hot Erotica
"Developed" a sex story Kay Jaybee
Ali hadn’t expected to enjoy it. The gift of a makeover and accompanying photo-shoot had left her wondering if her friends knew her at all. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn make-up, and frankly couldn’t care less about what she looked like, as long as she was clean and at least vaguely presentable.
Perched precariously on a high stool, Ali had grown steadily more nervous as she saw her reflection being transformed into the face of a stranger, as her mass of curly hair was styled and daringly bright makeup was applied to her face.
When the clothes she was required to wear were produced by a very smiley and totally unfazed photographer, Ali had to physically stop herself from fleeing for the door. She’d been told it would be a glamour shoot, and had imagined velvet dresses and elbow length silk gloves, rather than a black lace-up bust enhancing, corset, stockings, and thigh high black boots. Only the fear of offending her well meaning friends, all of whom would demand to see the resulting pictures first thing on Monday morning, stopped Ali leaving. If she ran, they’d all think she couldn’t take a joke, or worse, that she was ungrateful for what must have been a really expensive 30th birthday present. So, thankful for the laid back relaxed attitude of the female photographer, Ali had spent almost an hour obeying every instruction she was given; allowing herself to be molded into all manner of unusual positions while staring into the unstoppable flashing lens.
Lea at the Window by TC Reiner, available at ObsessionArt.com
Now, as she sat in the tiny square office waiting to see the results of the session, Ali was more anxious than ever. Glancing down at her outfit, she felt decidedly strange. Her legs seemed to be twice as long as she remembered, and her boobs were sticking out rather higher than she was used to. It was like peering down at someone else. Someone braver, someone sexier, someone more daring than she had ever been, and it suddenly seemed such a waste to be there all on her own, with no one to make the most of this one-off opportunity to see her dressed like the siren she’d before imagined she could be.
Lost in her thoughts, Ali jumped as the door behind her opened. Pulling herself together, half dying to see what the photos were like, and half dreading it; she turned to greet the photographer.
It wasn’t the photographer.
“You must be Ali.” An outstretched thick black arm shook her hand, “I’m Chas, and I’ll be helping you choose which of your amazing photos to buy.”
Ali felt as though she’d been hotwired between the legs. There was a giant, chocolate skinned Adonis beaming at her as though she was the most important person in the world the lust she’d began to feel increased ten-fold.
It’s just because he wants you to buy all the photos- he is being nice because it’s his job. He’s only smiling at you like that because he has to. He sees gorgeous women all day every day. You are not going to even prick his conscious let alone anything else.
The computer screen on the desk before them flickered to life, and Ali drew in a sharp breath.
“You look incredible, do you do this professionally?”
Ali shot him a sarcastic glare, expecting to see irony on his face, but his expression was serious.
Feeling bizarrely pleased with herself, she concentrated on the screen. Was that really her? “That’s me?” She couldn’t keep the unguarded surprise from her voice.
“It sure is Ali, you’re one hot babe.”
Her shrewd eyes turned to him again; words intended to dismiss his comment on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped herself because he was appraising her in an entirely unprofessional manner, his eyes much further down her cleavage than it was technically possible to see.
Abruptly sensible of his position, Chas pulled his eyes away, cleared his throat, and adopted a more professional air, “I’ll set the slide show in motion, and you just say 'yes' if you like the picture, and 'no' if you don’t. It’ll take a while to whittle them down to the one’s you want to take away though, cos they are all damn good.”
Ali alternated her gaze from her companion to the screen and back again. She was sure Chas knew she was looking at him as much as herself on the monitor, but he stoically stared ahead, chatting away about each pose, but not diverting his attention from the task in hand.
I’m never going to be dressed like this again, Ali thought to herself as she sat there, saying “yes” to pretty much every photograph, I might never feel this wanton, this horny ever again either. Dropping her gaze to his crotch, she spotted the tell-tale bulge she hoped would be there.
All her life she’d been Little Miss Sensible, but somehow, beneath the unaccustomed make up and a feistier woman’s clothes, she felt bolder, more daring, and Ali was desperate not to let this opportunity pass.
Letting her inner-self take control, Ali suddenly rose, pushed her companion’s swivel chair back from the desk, and sat her long legs astride Chas’ lap, her boot tops rubbing against his knees. For a fleeting second his forehead creased in surprise, but quickly the hard-on that had been growing with each new provocative picture he’d seen took over, and he pulled Ali closer, so that her stocking tops met his waist, and his hands could fall against her chest.
The photo designers’ mouth came to her neck, and began to half kiss half bite her skin with a hunger that belied his gentle appearance. Swamped in sensation, Ali dragged her brightly painted fingernails through his short cropped hair, inhaling the scent of his shining skin.
Squeezing at her tits, he pushed them upwards, partially freeing them from the confinements of the black corset, without bothering to untie the laces that had successfully, if barely, held her modesty in check during the shoot.
Abruptly aware of where they were, and how easy it would be for them to be discovered, Ali got up, and pushed the chair, still containing Chas, against the door. Now no one could get in, and more importantly, no one was going to get out. Eyeing him steadily, completely immersed in the persona of the girl in the photographs, Ali knelt before him, widened Chas’ legs, and began to massage the cock, visibly stiff, beneath his black denims.
Moaning softly as she stroked his dick, Chas stared with unashamed hunger at his client. He swallowed, but didn’t say anything. His gleaming brown eyes telling Ali everything she needed to know about how much he appreciated the view before him, a vision of a woman who now freed his length from his zipper, and placed her lips lightly around his straining tip.
Enjoying the confidence the figure hugging outfit gave her; Ali feasted on the shaft with a force that had Chas muttering throaty comments of desire. Without responding to his string of rapidly whispered compliments, she dragged his jeans off and maneuvered her right hand up under his arse, which obligingly rose in response to her move. Then searching for his puckering anus, Ali wriggled her index finger up inside, making him groan harder, and push down onto the inserted digit with equal fervor.
Developing a rhythm between her mouth and her probing finger, Ali listened as Chas’ breathing became shallow. Stretching her free hand upwards, she undid the buttons of his white shirt, before trailing a palm over his muscular torso, anticipating the tightening of his chest that would indicate when he was close to coming. The moment Ali felt him tilt towards climax, she stopped.
Exhaling with slow deliberation, Chas grinned down at her, “Hell girl, you’re good at that.”
“Thank you kind Sir,” Ali performed a mock curtsy, before tugging away her knickers. “Forgive me for being so brazen, but these are so wet they're sticking to me like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Tramp!” Chas laughed as he watched her, but his laughter soon died, to be replaced by a new surge of desire as she licked her index finger and, opening her legs, began to rub it rhythmically over and around her nub. With a speed that took her by surprise, Ali came against her own touch, high with the headiness of her power over the seated man.
Leaning forward, her body shaking slightly, her blue eyes burning into his, Ali whispered into his ear. “Do you have a condom?”
Chas pointed wordlessly to the jacket hanging on the hook to her right. Wasting no time, Ali dug into the coat's inside pocket, and retrieved what she’d been hunting for.
She rolled the rubber in place, and once it was secure Chas grabbed Ali around the waist. Claiming back some control, he pushed his dick inside her soaking pussy, making them both whine with combined relief.
“I didn’t have you down as a hussy,” Chas laughed again, his brilliant white teeth nipping her lips.
Ali sighed beneath his touch, giggling in turn, “If I’m a hussy, it’s only because you and your colleagues have transformed me into a hussy.”
Chas pulled at the laces that secured the basque, letting out a brief utterance of appreciation as Ali’s tits became easier for his waiting fingers to reach, “But it didn’t take much did it?” He pinched her nipples exquisitely hard, “you are a very naughty girl, seducing your photo designer like this.”
Unable to reply as pleasure swamped her body, Ali closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of Chas kneading her rounded breasts, listening to him tell her how totally wanton she was, something she found she enjoyed hearing, so foreign was it to her normal prim and proper character.
Upping the pace, Chas began thrusting beneath her. Moving with him, Ali squealed as he dug his nails into her teats, and bought his mouth to her neck, ears, and forehead with an urgent rush of acceleration.
The fluttering of her second climax hit Ali’s stomach, shooting through every nerve in her body. “I’m so close babe, so close,” she whispered hoarsely into his ear, bringing her lips to his as their teeth clashed together. Bringing his hand to her clit, Chas caressed Ali’s mound with concentrated strokes, pumping ever faster, until, with the strangled cry of a suppressed scream, she came against him, triggering the designer’s own hip grinding orgasm.
As their bodies calmed, Ali looked down at herself. The borrowed corset was haphazardly untied and untidy, her long hair, which had been so neatly waved and styled, was now as knotted and tatty as ever, and a trickle of spent juice ran between her legs. She couldn’t help but laugh, “don’t I look good now!”
“Babe, you look fuckin’ fantastic!” Chas grinned wickedly as he gazed from Ali to the slide show of her photographs that had continued to play on the computer screen behind them. Lifting her off his lap, he wrapped his strong arms around her. They stood together for a few seconds, more in understanding of the nature of what had just happened than in post-coital passion. Running a hand through Ali’s hair, Chas untangled the strands that had become caught down the back of her corset free so it hung evenly around her shoulders.
“We should choose your pics before the next customer comes in.” Chas pulled out Ali’s seat, and she sat down. Her fingers were clumsy after her unexpectedly intense orgasm, as she forced her breasts back behind the restraining fabric of the corset.
“I honestly can’t believe that’s me you know.” Ali glanced at the man beside her, suddenly shy again; unable to believe what she’d just done with a total stranger, albeit a gorgeous total stranger.
“It most certainly is you; perfect.” Chas clicked the computer mouse over a photograph of her reclining on a silk sheeted four poster bed, “I mean look at you. If I was choosing, that would be the one I went for.”
Ali, her heart still beating fast, totally unable to decide between the shots when they were all so unlike the real her said, “Okay, I’ll go with that one.”
“Well, it was only a thought, but actually, I have to say that, however fabulous you appear up on that screen, all ready and waiting on that bed; right now, all messed up, with smeared lipstick and uneven laces, you look sexier than any of the women I’ve ever seen in here.”
Speechless, Ali grabbed a tissue from her bag and wiped the lipstick from her face, noticing for the first time that Chas had ruby red streaks from her mouth down his neck.
She couldn’t restrain a renewed fit of giggles, the ridiculousness of her situation hitting now that her body felt calmer. “I think I’ll go for that one, and one other photo, any other. It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to remember the photo bit so much anymore.”
Chas, his permanent grin widening further, said, “Can I take that as a compliment?”
Leaning forward, Ali kissed him lightly on the forehead as she picked up her bag, and stood to leave, “You most certainly can. I’ll be traveling home with a far more interesting story to tell than any of my friends could possible imagine!”
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Copyright January 2012, Kay Jaybee
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