Q - rough draft
Wanted: Young ladies for photo shoot on beach. Must have great legs and look good in a bikini. Pictures to be used as background for a print advertising campaign. Pay varies depending on how many pictures are used in the final version but should be from $ 200 to $ 500. Register at tent on Davis Beach at 9:00AM.
It was one of those nice autumn days were it is sunny and a bit warmer than normal and I didn’t really have anything that I needed to do. Well, I actually had lots of things that needed done but I just didn’t feel much like doing them. I had seen the ad a couple of days ago so I thought, “what the hell, at least I’ll enjoy a bit of time at the beach before it gets cold and it is no longer fun.”
So I put on my bikini, with shorts and a sleeveless top over it and my running shoes on my feet. Grabbed my beach bag and put book, a couple of bottles of water, a towel, and of course sun lotion inside. Despite the fact that I have nearly translucent white skin I love the beach / sun but I do take care which is the reason for the lotion. Sunglasses were already in the car, so I had pretty much everything I needed.
When I arrived at the beach it was obvious where the tent was as there was a fairly long line of girls that apparently had the same idea as I did. So I queued at the end and awaited my turn. It was pleasantly warm on the beach and since it was clear that before being allowed to register you had to show the two women behind the table under the tent what you looked like in your bikini I peeled off the shorts and top.
There were probably some thirty of so girls in front of me so I thought I probably wouldn’t be chosen. Some of the girls that got “rejected” looked pretty good to me. Particularly ones that really filled out the top of their suits, ones that in the common language had “great racks”. I would have thought that they were a sure thing for this type of work, but apparently not, which made me feel a bit more hopeful. I am not flat chested and well, I think my breasts look pretty good. They match the rest of my body which is “lithe”, and the few guys that have seen them haven’t been able to take their eyes away when they are exposed, so I guess I am okay. And there is no question I have a body for a bikini; flat stomach, narrow hips, and great legs that go all the way to the ground!
I got selected. I couldn’t believe it. So I filled out all the forms and of course the only problem is my first name. As far as I am concerned, I am “Q”, just “Q”. When asked what that stands for, depending on my mood I sometimes answer “Quintilla” or sometimes “quit” as in “quit asking”. The ladies finally accepted that and I was told to go and wait just in back of the tent as Sam the photographer would take each of us in turn.
Sam looked to be in his thirties or so, was with a dark complexion and black curly hair. Maybe six foot, he had on shorts and a t-shirt and running shoes. He seemed most professional directing the girls to get the shots he wanted.
So I sat there on the beach enjoying the sunshine and I soon realized there was a routine to how the Sam worked with each girl. First there were “identifying” photos which were taken of the front, side, and back apparently so that the girl could be recognized later for attribution purposes. Then he would have them run down the beach while he took a series of shots. A couple of ass wiggles that made most everyone laugh. And then finally he would have them splash along the surf. Really didn’t look all that difficult so I was glad I had decided to sign up.
There were a dozen of us girls and it looked like it took about ten minutes to take the pictures of each girl. I was next to last so I was going to be in for quite a wait. But as it turned out the time went pretty quickly as Anne who was sitting next to me introduced herself. “I heard the problem with your first name”, Anne said, “I have much the same issue as while I go by ‘Anne’ my real first name is ‘Shelia’.” I tried not to burst out laughing. “Yeah I know, A Shelia named Shelia; my Dad had a very bad sense of humor but thankfully they let me use my middle name.” So with that in common we spent the next hour or so chatting away in the sunshine.
Finally it was my turn. Sam came up and introduced himself to me and asked if I was the last. “Well there was another girl but maybe half an hour ago she said something about not being able to wait and left”, I responded. “That’s okay”, Sam answered “let’s get some pictures of you then.” So we started in to the routine that I had already watched nearly a dozen times. Sam seemed impressed that I seemed to know what to do. As we got to the end where I ran through the surf he motioned me over and showed me a really great photo of me with the water flying up.
“Pretty good huh?” Sam said, “I send you a copy if you want.” He must have noticed that I was dancing foot to foot or perhaps it was the look on my face. “Something wrong” Sam asked. “I am afraid that I had too much water while I was waiting” I answered somewhat desperately. “Well there is a bathroom down the beach but it is quite a distance. I am done now and am staying just across the road, so you are welcome to use my bathroom.” So I followed Sam across the street. I had to pee so bad by this point that it didn’t even occur to me that I was going to a hotel room with a man I did really know.
So I used the bathroom in Sam’s room and was thanking him in preparation for leaving, when he said, “Look, I am done with the ad stuff, but you are pretty good as a model so if you want I’ll take some more pictures. The deal is, if I sell them I’ll pay you a third of whatever I get. No promise but it has worked pretty well in the past.” I thought, well I am here and he seems nice enough so why not. Sam had me sit down while he set up lights with reflective umbrellas in a couple of places, then he had me cover over and sit on the bed.
Sam was very sure of how he wanted me posed and I followed his directions without too much problem. He would tease me on occasion to get me to smile. We had taken perhaps twenty or thirty shots when it happened. Sam had me scoot across the coverlet which grabbed at my suit bottom in such a way as to pull it very tight across my pussy. So tight that you could see my little “camel toe”, and to make it worse it had also pulled it slightly to the side so the edge of my mound was clearly visible. I was like an a****l in car headlights at night, I froze hoping that Sam would notice. I really didn’t want to draw attention to my predicament by reaching down and adjusting my suit, so I sat there kind of stunned.
Photographers are photographers because they see all of what they capture with the camera. They see the little details. But of course I didn’t know or realize that until Sam looked away from the view finder and smiled. “If you don’t mind being a little slutty, I can for sure sell some pictures of you. The way that suit bottom is now is a great start. What do you think?”
I was at war with myself. I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted to be slutty for him, but I have this need. I want to be slutty and feel myself used but I really didn’t want to have it lead to sex with this man. In the end I just couldn’t help myself. I had to do something as I so wanted to please him. “Just pictures” I said. “Yeah just pictures” Sam responded, “I won’t even show your face in the hot ones.”
So I started to pull the top of my bikini to the side so that just a bit of my areola started to show to see what would happen. Sam snapped a couple of pictures like that. He also snapped a couple of close ups of my bottom showing the camel toe and the edge of my pussy almost showing. He even showed the pictures to me and said, “These are pretty good but the more you show and do the better they will be. Pretend I’m not here and think about something very sexy to you. Even better just act like you would at home when you get yourself off!”
Now I couldn’t forget that Sam was just feet from me, but I also couldn’t stop myself from wanting to please him. So I pulled the top of my bikini all the way to the side and started to play with my nipple. “Yes, that’s it”, Sam said as he snapped away. “Pull that nipple, show me what a tease you are.” The more he talked the more I wanted to do. One hand descended down and I started to rub my slit though my suit bottom. “Do that pussy. Make that pussy wet” Sam exclaimed. So for some minutes I rubbed myself and even pushed the suit bottom into my pussy. “Show me the wetness”, Sam said. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go that far but I was here and I was wet, so I pulled the suit to the side and spread myself so he could see.
“Yes, yes, yes” Sam growled, “Make that pussy cum! Show me how you do your cunt.” I had noticed that there were empty long neck beer bottles sitting on the dresser, so I jumped off the bed and got one. Back on the bed I pushed the suit bottom to the side and got on my knees with the bottle held just below my slit. I was so wet that it just slipped into me without any problem and I worked it deeper and deeper. I was just getting to the part where the bottle starts to expand. The part where it would start to really stretch me, when I noticed that Sam wasn’t taking pictures anymore; Sam was standing there in front of me with his cock in his hand.
This put me off of what I was doing and I pulled the bottle from my pussy and looked at Sam.
“You aren’t going to let me fuck you are you?”
I shook my head “No”.
“Let me cum on you?”
I nodded my head. So he did. He let go all over my face and tits with his hot jizz. Big long spurts of it. Three, now four big loads came jetting out of his cock. It was almost like it was burning me as it splashed on. But I wanted it; I wanted it so bad because it made me feel like a slut.
So he took a few more pictures with his cum dripping off of me. Then said, “Suppose you need a shower after that; so help yourself. And by the way, I’ll make sure you get the whole $ 500 for this morning. You were worth every penny.”
I went in the bathroom and start the shower, and as I waited for it to warm I looked at myself in the mirror. There was jizz on my chin and my tits were just covered. I breathed in and the smell engulfed me, that earthy almost flowery smell sending messages directly to the innermost part of my brain. Without conscious thought I found myself rubbing it all over. I coated everything from my neck to my stomach as there was plenty to go around. It made me feel dirty and slutty but at the same time pleased me.
Now I hadn’t let myself orgasm during the photos but as soon as I got in the shower I began touching myself. My fingers touched my clit, one on either side sliding along. I came so hard that I found myself on the bottom of the tub shaking from what was one of the best orgasms of my life. So I sat there until the shower as my pussy clenched so hard that it hurt, but hurt in a good way. I felt fulfilled in that I had made him cum, I felt amazing from cumming myself, I got to spend time at the beach, and to top it all off I got paid for doing all that. Now I am not a whore nor will I ever be and this is as close as I care to come but it did put a smile on my face.
It was one of those nice autumn days were it is sunny and a bit warmer than normal and I didn’t really have anything that I needed to do. Well, I actually had lots of things that needed done but I just didn’t feel much like doing them. I had seen the ad a couple of days ago so I thought, “what the hell, at least I’ll enjoy a bit of time at the beach before it gets cold and it is no longer fun.”
So I put on my bikini, with shorts and a sleeveless top over it and my running shoes on my feet. Grabbed my beach bag and put book, a couple of bottles of water, a towel, and of course sun lotion inside. Despite the fact that I have nearly translucent white skin I love the beach / sun but I do take care which is the reason for the lotion. Sunglasses were already in the car, so I had pretty much everything I needed.
When I arrived at the beach it was obvious where the tent was as there was a fairly long line of girls that apparently had the same idea as I did. So I queued at the end and awaited my turn. It was pleasantly warm on the beach and since it was clear that before being allowed to register you had to show the two women behind the table under the tent what you looked like in your bikini I peeled off the shorts and top.
There were probably some thirty of so girls in front of me so I thought I probably wouldn’t be chosen. Some of the girls that got “rejected” looked pretty good to me. Particularly ones that really filled out the top of their suits, ones that in the common language had “great racks”. I would have thought that they were a sure thing for this type of work, but apparently not, which made me feel a bit more hopeful. I am not flat chested and well, I think my breasts look pretty good. They match the rest of my body which is “lithe”, and the few guys that have seen them haven’t been able to take their eyes away when they are exposed, so I guess I am okay. And there is no question I have a body for a bikini; flat stomach, narrow hips, and great legs that go all the way to the ground!
I got selected. I couldn’t believe it. So I filled out all the forms and of course the only problem is my first name. As far as I am concerned, I am “Q”, just “Q”. When asked what that stands for, depending on my mood I sometimes answer “Quintilla” or sometimes “quit” as in “quit asking”. The ladies finally accepted that and I was told to go and wait just in back of the tent as Sam the photographer would take each of us in turn.
Sam looked to be in his thirties or so, was with a dark complexion and black curly hair. Maybe six foot, he had on shorts and a t-shirt and running shoes. He seemed most professional directing the girls to get the shots he wanted.
So I sat there on the beach enjoying the sunshine and I soon realized there was a routine to how the Sam worked with each girl. First there were “identifying” photos which were taken of the front, side, and back apparently so that the girl could be recognized later for attribution purposes. Then he would have them run down the beach while he took a series of shots. A couple of ass wiggles that made most everyone laugh. And then finally he would have them splash along the surf. Really didn’t look all that difficult so I was glad I had decided to sign up.
There were a dozen of us girls and it looked like it took about ten minutes to take the pictures of each girl. I was next to last so I was going to be in for quite a wait. But as it turned out the time went pretty quickly as Anne who was sitting next to me introduced herself. “I heard the problem with your first name”, Anne said, “I have much the same issue as while I go by ‘Anne’ my real first name is ‘Shelia’.” I tried not to burst out laughing. “Yeah I know, A Shelia named Shelia; my Dad had a very bad sense of humor but thankfully they let me use my middle name.” So with that in common we spent the next hour or so chatting away in the sunshine.
Finally it was my turn. Sam came up and introduced himself to me and asked if I was the last. “Well there was another girl but maybe half an hour ago she said something about not being able to wait and left”, I responded. “That’s okay”, Sam answered “let’s get some pictures of you then.” So we started in to the routine that I had already watched nearly a dozen times. Sam seemed impressed that I seemed to know what to do. As we got to the end where I ran through the surf he motioned me over and showed me a really great photo of me with the water flying up.
“Pretty good huh?” Sam said, “I send you a copy if you want.” He must have noticed that I was dancing foot to foot or perhaps it was the look on my face. “Something wrong” Sam asked. “I am afraid that I had too much water while I was waiting” I answered somewhat desperately. “Well there is a bathroom down the beach but it is quite a distance. I am done now and am staying just across the road, so you are welcome to use my bathroom.” So I followed Sam across the street. I had to pee so bad by this point that it didn’t even occur to me that I was going to a hotel room with a man I did really know.
So I used the bathroom in Sam’s room and was thanking him in preparation for leaving, when he said, “Look, I am done with the ad stuff, but you are pretty good as a model so if you want I’ll take some more pictures. The deal is, if I sell them I’ll pay you a third of whatever I get. No promise but it has worked pretty well in the past.” I thought, well I am here and he seems nice enough so why not. Sam had me sit down while he set up lights with reflective umbrellas in a couple of places, then he had me cover over and sit on the bed.
Sam was very sure of how he wanted me posed and I followed his directions without too much problem. He would tease me on occasion to get me to smile. We had taken perhaps twenty or thirty shots when it happened. Sam had me scoot across the coverlet which grabbed at my suit bottom in such a way as to pull it very tight across my pussy. So tight that you could see my little “camel toe”, and to make it worse it had also pulled it slightly to the side so the edge of my mound was clearly visible. I was like an a****l in car headlights at night, I froze hoping that Sam would notice. I really didn’t want to draw attention to my predicament by reaching down and adjusting my suit, so I sat there kind of stunned.
Photographers are photographers because they see all of what they capture with the camera. They see the little details. But of course I didn’t know or realize that until Sam looked away from the view finder and smiled. “If you don’t mind being a little slutty, I can for sure sell some pictures of you. The way that suit bottom is now is a great start. What do you think?”
I was at war with myself. I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted to be slutty for him, but I have this need. I want to be slutty and feel myself used but I really didn’t want to have it lead to sex with this man. In the end I just couldn’t help myself. I had to do something as I so wanted to please him. “Just pictures” I said. “Yeah just pictures” Sam responded, “I won’t even show your face in the hot ones.”
So I started to pull the top of my bikini to the side so that just a bit of my areola started to show to see what would happen. Sam snapped a couple of pictures like that. He also snapped a couple of close ups of my bottom showing the camel toe and the edge of my pussy almost showing. He even showed the pictures to me and said, “These are pretty good but the more you show and do the better they will be. Pretend I’m not here and think about something very sexy to you. Even better just act like you would at home when you get yourself off!”
Now I couldn’t forget that Sam was just feet from me, but I also couldn’t stop myself from wanting to please him. So I pulled the top of my bikini all the way to the side and started to play with my nipple. “Yes, that’s it”, Sam said as he snapped away. “Pull that nipple, show me what a tease you are.” The more he talked the more I wanted to do. One hand descended down and I started to rub my slit though my suit bottom. “Do that pussy. Make that pussy wet” Sam exclaimed. So for some minutes I rubbed myself and even pushed the suit bottom into my pussy. “Show me the wetness”, Sam said. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go that far but I was here and I was wet, so I pulled the suit to the side and spread myself so he could see.
“Yes, yes, yes” Sam growled, “Make that pussy cum! Show me how you do your cunt.” I had noticed that there were empty long neck beer bottles sitting on the dresser, so I jumped off the bed and got one. Back on the bed I pushed the suit bottom to the side and got on my knees with the bottle held just below my slit. I was so wet that it just slipped into me without any problem and I worked it deeper and deeper. I was just getting to the part where the bottle starts to expand. The part where it would start to really stretch me, when I noticed that Sam wasn’t taking pictures anymore; Sam was standing there in front of me with his cock in his hand.
This put me off of what I was doing and I pulled the bottle from my pussy and looked at Sam.
“You aren’t going to let me fuck you are you?”
I shook my head “No”.
“Let me cum on you?”
I nodded my head. So he did. He let go all over my face and tits with his hot jizz. Big long spurts of it. Three, now four big loads came jetting out of his cock. It was almost like it was burning me as it splashed on. But I wanted it; I wanted it so bad because it made me feel like a slut.
So he took a few more pictures with his cum dripping off of me. Then said, “Suppose you need a shower after that; so help yourself. And by the way, I’ll make sure you get the whole $ 500 for this morning. You were worth every penny.”
I went in the bathroom and start the shower, and as I waited for it to warm I looked at myself in the mirror. There was jizz on my chin and my tits were just covered. I breathed in and the smell engulfed me, that earthy almost flowery smell sending messages directly to the innermost part of my brain. Without conscious thought I found myself rubbing it all over. I coated everything from my neck to my stomach as there was plenty to go around. It made me feel dirty and slutty but at the same time pleased me.
Now I hadn’t let myself orgasm during the photos but as soon as I got in the shower I began touching myself. My fingers touched my clit, one on either side sliding along. I came so hard that I found myself on the bottom of the tub shaking from what was one of the best orgasms of my life. So I sat there until the shower as my pussy clenched so hard that it hurt, but hurt in a good way. I felt fulfilled in that I had made him cum, I felt amazing from cumming myself, I got to spend time at the beach, and to top it all off I got paid for doing all that. Now I am not a whore nor will I ever be and this is as close as I care to come but it did put a smile on my face.
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