Photoshoot be damned...
It was a Monday night in October. Sir and I were planning to meet up for a photoshoot. I drove to the hotel, excited as fuck, jamming to my music. I got there, parked, and walked in. I was standing behind Sir in the lobby. Sir didn’t notice I was there until he turned around, stopped, and said, “Damn. Your roommate did good on your makeup.” Hell yeah she did! I looked hot!
Anyway, Sir got his photo equipment, and we went up to the room. He kissed me, stopped, and then said, “I don’t wanna mess up your makeup.” I said, “I have more.” He said, “Oh, you have more, huh?”, grinned, and immediately grabbed my ass, pushed me up onto the counter, and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my legs around him, and he then picked me up, transferred me to the bed, and told me, “I’m going to fuck you first.” So we did. Hard. Rough. It was amazing.
Sir made me get down on my knees and suck him, pushing my head down onto his cock until I coughed. He was surprised and said, “You’ve been practicing taking more.” Yay! Go, me! I was so proud. Sir also made me put his condom on him. He was so rough with me – it was incredible. After we were done, he took off the condom and said,“You have a cock to clean.” So I did, like a good girl.
Sir then instructed me to pour us some drinks while I searched, in vain, for cups. No cups? SERIOUSLY?! We looked EVERYWHERE for them, even in the oven. We eventually just called the front desk and they brought some up to us.
So, with that problem solved, I poured some drinks while Sir set up his equipment. We sat down next to each other on the couch and chatted while drinking, just talking about random things. I was nervous again, and kept sipping on my drink more often than I wanted, just so I’d have something to do. Then he told me I had some cleanup to do and he started getting everything ready.
I gave Sir my bag to go through, and we played dressup for awhile. He noted that this was his way of getting me naked, and I said, “Like that wouldn’t happen anyway.” He laughed. It was fun trying things on and seeing his reactions. He eventually decided to have me wear my black bra, black leather corset, and plaid skirt. We took tons of hot photos. I could tell he was having trouble controlling himself. ;) He used the riding crop on me – the studded side – after spanking me. Mmm… It was awesome.
Sir said that he wasn’t sure whether we should go the sub or Dom route for the photoshoot, and I was like, “You know me!” It was obvious - at least to him at this point - that I am a submissive.
I changed into my sugar skull fishnet tights, black thong, and studded bra. He told me to get on all fours and get down, like a cat about to pounce. I did so, and lifted my ass up in the air. Sir lost his composure at this point, put the camera down, grabbed my ankles, pulled me to him, and started fucking me. It was so hot!
The closets next to the bed were just mirrors, so I could just look to my left and watch us fucking in the mirror – it was amazing! Sir had me doggy style, pulling my hair back so I could watch, leaning over me, biting my neck, and telling me in my ear, “When you’re here, you’re MINE. You’re my little slut.” It turned me on to an unbelievable point. I grew even wetter hearing it come out of his mouth.
Sir had the video camera on the whole time. At one point, he said, “I know you’ve been talking about me.” That put me on the spot. My eyes grew wide and I thought to myself, “Oh, fuck. I’m an idiot… Can’t keep my cool to save my life…” He said, “Word gets around.” I didn’t know what to say, because I was embarrassed, so I stayed silent as he fucked me (well, as silent as I could be). I nervously awaited whatever was coming.
“I like that you talk,” he said.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Brag to them about how you can take my cock and how well I fuck you.”
I blushed. While I was pleased that he enjoyed the fact that I was so thrilled with our encounters I’d been bragging to people, I also was embarrassed that this realization made me lose face in a way. I hoped he felt the same way about our encounters. Hint: He did.
I asked Sir to talk to me over and over, and he obliged. I am getting so much braver!
It was so goddamn hot. He kept asking me, “Are you proud? Are you proud of how you can take every… single… inch of my cock?” He asked me, “Who does this mouth belong to?” and “who does this cunt belong to?”
During the blowjob shots, he kept getting distracted. Every time I licked from his balls to his tip, he missed the shot – the shaft wasn’t even in the photo! Hahaha! Needless to say, I did well. ;) We got some amazing shots of me with Sir’s cum all over my face. He said he was already thinking about next time: “I’m always thinking about the next encounter…”
Postcoital, we talked for awhile and then he asked, “Should I fuck you again?” I laughed and said, “Sir, the answer to that question will always be yes.” So, Sir grabbed me again, and started biting deep into my neck, tugging my hair and fucking me hard in front of the mirror. I loved feeling him take me. Ahhh, it was incredible.
On the way out, I wondered how the hours had gone by so fast… We kissed when we got outside to my car, and he said, “Try to be a good girl, at least by my standards.”
--Ginger
