Hi, I’m Priya, an aspiring model. In fact, I’m a struggling model – struggling very hard. I’ve been nurturing this dream for the last 3 years, throughout my grad course. Now it’s a critical point. My parents have given me time just till I finish my graduation to walk on this line.
If I fail to achieve anything significant or at least if I fail to give it a start as a career option, I’ve to catch some other line. Introducing my family, I belong to a very conservative family – dad, mom and myself.
To stay within their set boundaries, I’m to do just stereotypical, decent, or the so-called “family filtered” modelling. For a career like modelling today, those terms are more than just outdated. I’ve got a good, or should I say a great, figure of 36-24-36 with a height of 153cm – slim and perfect.
But my friends say open up, explore into bikini modelling, swimsuit stuff, and you can really make it big. But I always gave a nay, being my parents’ daughter. And now the time is running really fast. Just before I finish my grad within 5 months, I need to get into this field.
Luckily, one of my friends, Janet, who is well into modelling, suggested a really big photographer. She was kind enough to fix my appointment with him. All I know now is just one thing: if he says yes, I’m settled! This photographer has a big name in the industry and is an extremely busy man.
A peculiar thing I’ve heard about him is – if he is impressed by any model, he makes him/her reach the top. I don’t know what this “impression” exactly means. But all I know is: the more attractive you appear before him, the earlier date he gives you for a photoshoot.
I need the earliest date. So Janet had fixed my meeting with him on the 8th of this month at 8 a.m. sharp. The previous night I stayed in Janet’s house. I didn’t want my parents to object to my dressing style on the D-day as I was sure to break their rule.
Moreover, Janet knew exactly what impressed him. And so I wore a thin white shirt and a wavy, dark frilled skirt. The skirt was just half a foot above my knee, and the shirt was a size smaller than my actual size. All I wanted was for him to get my exact figure.
Other than that, I wore black pointed high heels and my bio-data with me. I made sure that I wore no bra and only black threaded underwear beneath. I feared the breeze might lift my skirt on my way, which I never wanted. But the day turned out to be warmer than normal.
The breeze I feared the most didn’t blow. Instead, the hot sun made me drenched in sweat by the time I reached the photographer’s office. The door of his office had a dark tint. I could see my reflection in it as I opened the door. The top I wore to impress was looking more like seducing.
The contrasting colour of my dark nipples over fair skin could be seen through my translucent wet top. Anyway, it was 8 and I had to enter. The office was a huge room, with white tiles all over the walls and floor, so clean as if reflecting everything in the room.
At one corner was a huge, cosy sofa with 2 table-fans beside it and four camera-lights – two fixed to the ceiling and two on the floor – all facing the sofa. And a camera in front of the sofa. On the other corner of the room was a table with 2 empty chairs.
On the other side of the table was a tall man, sitting, who looked well into his late 30s. On seeing me, they made a hand gesture to have the seat. I introduced myself to him. He glanced through my bio-data but didn’t seem very pleased. He asked me to stand up and looked at me from top to bottom.
Biting his lower lip, he said, “22 years is not early for modelling, girls right from their high schools come in; But let me see how much I can get of you. Go near the sofa.” And he immediately switched the lights over to camera mode.
I had come to fix a date for the photoshoot.
I was not at all ready for on the spot – I was not dressed up! When I apologised for this to him, he seemed angry and said, “I don’t believe in postponing my work; still, if you insist on it, then I can fix a date after 6 months.”
So I decided not to argue with him – let the time decide my fate. I went near the sofa and stood in front of it, facing the camera. He stood behind the camera, facing me and said, “Open your top 2 buttons and pose.” I opened the top buttons. I was not prepared for how to pose.
Moreover, the walls were covered with tiles and not mirrors to try any pose. So I stood facing sideways with one hand on my waist, looking into the camera. He questioned, How long do I have to wait for you to get ready? I had no answer. He again asked: Do you want me to try any poses on you? I nodded positively.
He came towards me, pulled my hair to one side, and unbuttoned my top except for the bottom two. I felt too embarrassed as I had not worn the bra. But he held my chest with a strong grip and pressed both my nipples with his thumbs. I could see my nipples popping out about half an inch as he released his thumb.
With a filthy smile, he went back to his place. But he had not given me any pose. I could tell this as I was frozen and too embarrassed even to open my mouth. As soon as he reached back, he switched on the table-fans to their maximum speed, and immediately my skirt flew up.
I had to put my hands down to hold it. As I bent down, my boobs popped out of my shirt. Oops, this was more than the Munroe pose I felt as the camera kept clicking. I held my skirt down with one hand firmly over my pussy and covered my boobs with the shirt using the other.
But this was not enough; the rushing breeze flew up my shirt from behind. My every effort to hold on to my hair falling, my eyes uncovered my private parts in bits. Though I was struggling to handle my clothes, the camera kept flashing, and I was very much irritated by this and raised my voice, “STOP IT!”
Immediately, the fans turned off, my clothes stood normal, though the camera flash lights did not stop, and my hands were still in their position – one on pussy and the other on my breasts. But the photographer looked shocked and disappointed.
Now I repent – I can’t lose this opportunity, I can’t disappoint him. I should apologise immediately. I just opened my mouth to say I’m sorry, but the voice came from his mouth, stern and steady, saying: Pull off your underwear and sit on the sofa with your legs wide open.
I was speechless, my mouth had not yet closed, and my eyelids were still wide open. I did not know what to respond or how to react. He removed his shoes and wrist watch and came towards me, undoing his shirt buttons; the camera was still clicking – it was in automated mode.
The closer he approached me, the more I got excited, the more I got embarrassed, and the more I succumbed to the man. He came to me and put his one hand behind me, under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. Using his other hand, he pushed me so hard that I fell on the sofa.
With my legs up, and he holding my underwear, which was caught between my ankles. My high-heeled shoes didn’t let it come out with ease. He then slowly removed it from my left leg and let the leg fall. But my right leg didn’t get that freedom.
He held the other end of my underwear and walked behind the sofa, behind me. I once again came back to reality – the camera facing me and clicking continuously, I fell on the sofa with one leg up, one down, giving a clear view of my pussy to the camera.
I couldn’t believe myself. I just bent forward to confirm myself, to realise that even my shirt is open and my boobs too are exposed. This is much more than just embarrassment. By this time, he held my hair and pulled my head back. My eyes were now looking at the ceiling.
But I could also see his penis out of his pants and straight above my forehead. He climbed the sofa from behind and sat on my shoulder with one leg behind the sofa and the other before me – the knee below my cheek, calf against my cleavage and toe rubbing my clit.
It was the first time I had “exposed” myself to anyone, but the feeling was just divine! I turned my head towards him, and his hard cock entered my mouth. It was so huge that it left no room inside my mouth; instead, it made its way right into my throat.
He held my hair with his hand and pushed my head to and fro… it grew faster and faster! The feeling was like never before experienced, to the extent that I myself held his penis in my hands and started giving him a thorough blow-job. I could feel and taste the cum flowing into my mouth and out.
He then made me sleep on the sofa with my legs wide open and sat down, placing both his hands on my boobs, grabbing them, pressing them and squeezing them and then went on playing with my nipples. It tickled me and I just loved it. From there, I had a very clear view of his build.
He was wearing no pants, only a white shirt which was fully unbuttoned, flashing his muscular chest, fibre-tough stomach and penis almost erect. It looked very clean, though a few minutes back, it was overflowing in my mouth. His chest is just perfect with small, round nipples popped out.
I thirst for them, and my mouth automatically opened, indicating my feelings. I could see him staring at me with a sexy smile. He rubbed his cock-tip, elongated it and placed it against my cleavage and started rubbing it with my boobs. I had a lot of energy within me. All I could grab was his ass-cheeks.
I pinched them, rubbed them; I wanted more, I was not satisfied. I was breathing heavily; I was like a bitch in the hot sun – thirsting for sex. But he suddenly stopped. He was disturbed by the flash light of the camera. He got out of the sofa and stood straight facing me.
He was wearing only a white shirt that was too open. I could see his majestic body calling me, his flashing tits and erect penis. I immediately pounced on him and started sucking his nipples, so vigorously that I was losing most of my energy to the air.
He lifted me so that I could put my thighs across his waist, and he started fingering me. It was just awesome. I slowly put my nipple into his mouth; he sucked it, sucked it really hard, and I mourned. I was tired and was covered fully with sweat. But the camera flash was disturbing me.
My hand raised to shield my eyes from the light. And now he realised this. He put me down on the ground and went towards the camera to switch it off. I was lying down naked, covered with sweat and very tired; with my head pointing at the camera and my legs on the sofa.
Still, there was a sexual thirst within me that could be seen through my eyes. I saw him walking beside me towards the sofa, fully nude with just a small square piece of plastic between his index and middle fingers. He walked forward and sat on the sofa facing me.
With his legs wide apart, exposing his fully erect penis. He bent forward and asked, “CONDOM?” First time I’m having sex with someone, and is this the way of proposing it? Alas, it hardly makes any difference for now. I am desperate.
And in this state, just one word came out of my mouth, “YEAH!” with a seductive smile. I could see him tearing off that square piece of plastic to remove a condom and stretching it to wear. I was staring at his big, hard dick, thirsting for it and biting my lower lip.
Until he finished wearing it and lent me a hand to get up, we stood facing each other – me naked except for my shoes, standing still before a tall naked man. Despite my high-heeled shoes, I hardly came up to his colour bones. There was just one penis gap between us – about 10-12 inches.
Looking at my excitement, he asked me, “You think you are ready to satisfy me?” For sure, I was. I knew that I was not the same Priya who entered this cabin some time ago.
But I replied, “I came here only to impress you, and I think I’m done. I’m like the wine in the jar, you yourself need to serve and be satisfied. But make sure that you taste every drop of it.” I gave a clean green signal, and he absorbed it – every letter of it.
Maybe he wanted to check whether there was the same energy in me as was in my words. He held one of my tit and pressed it hard. So hard that it pained me. But this was a different kind of pain; it gave me a kind of intimate pleasure – you can call it a sexual pleasure.
I mourned, and he stopped. He lifted me at my thighs and put me on his shoulder – my stomach bent on his shoulder. He removed my shoes and started pinching my ass cheeks and spanking them. The more he spanked, the more it pained and the more pleasure I gained.
I’m sure that my ass turned red as molten iron before he carried me to his desk and put me on his table. He put me upside down, climbed on the table and started rubbing my ass and fingering my asshole. The glass table was cold, and this aroused my senses more.
Then came an intense pain – as if his entire hand entered my ass. Oh, it was his cock. It moved in and out vigorously. He lay on my back and kept on fucking my asshole non-stop. He then turned towards my legs, and I caught his legs and the fucking continued. After some time, the motion slowed.
But I wanted more. I started thrusting upwards, and when he further resumed with force, I was on my fours. He then went on pinching my ass and licking my cunt. I felt great joy when his tongue was wriggling inside my cunt. And then he turned me, I lay on my back, and he lay over me.
My mouth reached his dick, and his tongue my pussy. I sucked it, sucked it very hard. I sucked his balls. My mouth was full of his cum, so was my face and the table around me. He was massaging my clit with his tongue and chewing my pussy lips. He then took his dick to meet my pussy.
His cock had hardly entered my cunt, when the lights went off and the smoke alarm started ringing. But we were not in a position to get up. The lights were off. So I couldn’t see anything around and could feel everything – every pleasure he was giving me.
I could feel him fucking me, fucking very hard that I mourned – louder and louder. Then he started pulling my nipples. No matter how loudly I mourned or screamed, there were still louder screams and screeches from outside. There were loud sounds of banging on the door.
We could hear people screaming at us to get out: Fire in the next room. But we were neither in a position nor in a condition to go out. Both of us were in nude fucking each other badly, in a totally dark room, fully covered with sweat. It was like having blindfolded sex in a hot desert.
He put his tongue into my belly button and licked it. He then started biting it all over my stomach. He lifted my hips and started fucking me – I was almost standing on my head. He lowered me and then held my boobs, sucked them hard and started biting them. It was all giving me great pleasure.
He again sat below me; I was sitting on his lap and he fucking me. I could make myself jump whenever he slowed down. He then made me sleep on my back and put my legs back on me so that my knees touched my shoulders. He lay on me fucking my cunt and smooching me.
It was terribly painful and equally pleasurable. The harder he fucked, the more pleasure I found and the more intensely I kissed him; and the more I smooched, I felt myself suffocated. But I was not willing to give up. The anxiety within me did not let me stop.
I could hear people banging the door harder as if the door was about to break.
I do not exactly remember what happened then. When my eyes opened next, I found myself lying in a hospital ICU. I was covered almost completely with bandages. I felt pain and a burning sensation all over my body.
But there was a delight. My experience was the best. There are no more love-bites on my body; I need not explain to my parents what “exactly” happened. And I’m sure, I’ve “impressed” the photographer. So I shall have an open appointment with him anytime I go.
And I don’t think the fire has spared any photos from my previous photoshoot. So I need to go for one again. But will my next photoshoot be just a photoshoot or a little more than that? Or maybe, much more?
I remember the last words spoken by the photographer into my ears, “You’re an old wine in a new bottle. So old that no one can even dare to deny!” Now, all I’m waiting for is for my burns to heal. I’m sure by that time his studio would also be renovated!