The appointment - Part 1

Can you come over?

Now?

Before 3:00

Why?

Because he gets home at 5:00.

Two hours?  Is that enough?

It's plenty.  I need a new batch of pictures.

What kind?

The kind I get paid for.

When was your last pedicure?

Yesterday, and yes, I got the red stripe he asked for.

How much?

Same scale as before, $50 per foot and $500 if he can see my piercing.

Thank goodness for EFTs right?

Did you delete last week's batch?

Of course.  He only pays for 24-hour access, and he can only see them on the tablet I sent him.

Smart move. You are protected and he's got an empty tablet after 24 hours of...

Don't finish that sentence.

OK, but how long are you going to play along?

Until Tim's treatments are paid for.

So....?

Another year depending on next month's oncology report.

OK, I can be there at 2:30.  

No, 3:00, my sister's picking up the kids at 2:45 for swim lessons. If you see a blue Prius, keep driving.

OK, I'll see you in a bit.  Oh, home or studio?

Studio, I got a new blanket for the big couch, gives me room to...

You really need to stop blushing when you talk.  

...spread... it what I was going to say.

That's better.  and you know the rules.  Once I'm on my way...

I know the rules.

Tell me.

Every time?

Every time.

Once we agree on a time, to touching, no talking, no calling, no cumming.

That is correct.  Well done.

Do you need to shave?

I figured you could help me with that. 

I'd love to, but remember, that doesn't get you a discount.

I know.  I'll see you at 3:00.

The Couch - a Flash Fiction Post

Word Limit: 99
Key Words: leather, grip
Forbidden Words: tug, yank

It felt so cliché, bent over an expensive leather couch, his hand in her hair, his grip gently but forcefully, keeping her under control.  She felt her lips swell and fought the urge to cry out, but her body was not cooperating. She felt droplets of arousal form on her swollen lips and cool her skin as they ran down her inner thigh.  She shook her head, but he held her in place.

“This was your idea Cindy, not mine,” he smirked.  “I wanted traditional wedding pictures, but Noooo, you insisted on something different.  I hope you’re happy.”  (99)

Word Limit: 300-309
Key Words: leather, grip
Forbidden Words: tug, yank

I didn’t know my shoot would end up like this, but here I am, camera in hand, lights and reflectors in place, taking pictures of an engaged couple and she’s almost naked.  Fuck.

She had planned this all along.   Once my gear was ready, she whispered in his ear, he objected, she reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her dress. It fell to the floor. He was stunned.

Her corset highlighted her breasts and uncovered nipples.  Her stockings were sheer and expensive, and her skin was perfection.  Her mound hairless, and her smile as bright as the sun.

“Let’s take some pictures.” She said.

I picked up my camera, and my jaw, and tried to focus, literally and mentally. 

‘What did I step into?”

I encouraged him to get into the moment, but he was struggling.  He hadn’t been warned, or consulted, and his discomfort and his erection were easy to spot.

I put my hand on his hand.

“She loves you,”

I slid his hand lower on her bare hip.

“She trusts you,”

I moved his fingers between her legs. 

“Carpe Diem.”

I pressed our fingers against her lips, pushing his in.

I reluctantly stepped back and started shooting.

Her breathing changed to panting as his fingers vanished inside his bride-to-be.

“Keep going.” I encouraged him, “deeper.”

She humped her hips against the leather couch, then back against his fingers,

“More Baby.” She sighed.

He looked at me and I nodded to give him permission, but his hands were busy.

I reached in and unzipped him and gripped his hard shaft.

“Wait.” I said, repositioning for a good shot, “Now”

Her body accepted him in one thrust.

Her voice filled the room as his cock filled her up, and my climax soaked my jeans.

She looked at me, I nodded.  She would love the pictures.

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