Camera Secrets Revealed

Want to play? I ask with a half smile, my eyes scanning her form as she shifts slightly on the plush velvet couch. “Always,” she replies, her voice a low, husky murmur, “You know that.” A playful glint dances in her dark eyes, a silent acknowledgment of our established dynamic. “A game? A little bit of role play?” My lips curve into a deeper smile, a genuine invitation to the pleasure that lies ahead. “Oooo, maybe. Depends. What sort of roles?” Her gaze becomes intense, a challenge laced with anticipation. “I’d be a photographer, you’ll be auditioning, casting for… something quite specific.” I wink, letting the implication hang in the air, a promise of both discretion and satisfaction. “You actually going to take pictures?” The question is laced with a subtle disbelief, as if she doesn’t quite grasp the depths of my intentions. “Would you like to see yourself?” My voice is low, deliberately provocative. “Mmmm, yes, I think I would actually. Use MY phone though!” The suggestion hangs heavy with unspoken desires, a request for her complete surrender. “I don’t know what you’re suggesting, a lesser man would be hurt!” I retort, a touch of playful arrogance in my tone, enjoying the subtle power play. You give me your i-phone, a sleek, modern device, and retreat from the room, closing the door behind you. The click of the lock amplifies the anticipation building within me. You knock softly, then enter, taking a seat on the sofa, your posture relaxed but alert. “Come in! Sit on the sofa, please. Now, you know what you’re here to do? We’re casting for movies of a very particular nature, and we need to be sure that you can do what we need and look relaxed doing it.” My voice is calm, measured, conveying both professionalism and an undeniable hint of dominance. “Ok!” Your response is immediate, eager, mirroring my own desires. “Right, I’ll ask you a few questions, but first could you strip to your underwear, please?” You rise gracefully, unbuttoning and carefully slipping off your silk blouse, the delicate fabric pooling around your feet. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, you pull down your jeans, revealing a glimpse of your pale, toned legs beneath. I pause, taking in the full curve of your body, the smooth expanse of your stomach, the delicate line of your spine. “Can you turn around please? Nice!” My voice is laced with genuine admiration. “Very nice in fact. Nice curves and a nice little tummy. I feel a stirring in my trousers.” A palpable shift in atmosphere, the air thick with unspoken lust. “Please sit down again, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Now then, you don’t need to sit there like you’re in church. Relax. Lie back.” You comply instantly, sinking into the plush cushions, one foot propped up on the coffee table, the other resting comfortably on the sofa. Your sheer white lace panties barely conceal the dark shadow behind them, a tantalizing invitation to explore further. “CLICK” The sound of the camera shutter breaking the silence, capturing your vulnerable position. “Do you like sex?” you ask, your voice slightly breathless. “Oh yes, as often as possible.” “What if you’re not getting it? Do you masturbate?” I inquire, my gaze unwavering. “Yes. I masturbate.” (Actually I already know this!) “I see. Fingers or toys?” “Both. I like to start with fingers.” “Ok. Stand up, please. Can we lose the bra now?” You rise, retrieving the delicate lace bra from the floor and tossing it carelessly onto the coffee table. I’ve always admired your breasts, their perfect symmetry, their firm, inviting shape. “Turn around, please. Now raise your arms over your head.” You comply, revealing a flash of your toned shoulders and the delicate curve of your nipples. “Nice, Now cup your boobs in your hands. Sensitive nipples?” “Oh very.” “Would you run your thumbs across them, please?” You oblige, tracing the sensitive peaks of your nipples with slow, deliberate movements. Still cupping your breasts, you continue with light pinching, bringing them erect and hard. And hard. “CLICK” I let you continue, and your breath becomes a little irregular. “Happy doing that?” “Oh very.” “Please sit again. As you were before. You said you liked to masturbate. Happy doing that in front of a camera?” “Oh, yes.” “Then would you touch yourself through your panties, please?” You begin to comply, sliding your hand beneath the sheer lace, your movements slow and sensual. I can see you feeling yourself, massaging, exploring, stimulating. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” One hand rummages about between your legs, sheer lace just concealing the action while the other idly plays with a nipple. “How do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up while you masturbate? Really close!” “Oh, will I have to?” (She’s starting to play along a little more now) “Yes, our customers expect it. I think it’s time to lose the panties.” You hesitate for a moment, then slowly pull down your lacey garment, revealing your pale skin and the delicate curve of your vulva. Lying on the sofa, you lift yourself up, sliding off the lacey little garment. You sit bolt upright with your legs clamped together. “No need to be shy. Stand up and turn around, please.” I gaze at the neatly inverted triangle, then you turn, bringing your ass into profile. “CLICK” “Stop!” Your back is to me. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. Now open your legs nice and wide.” You comply, and your labia pops into view. “Would you, just lightly, touch your pussy, please?” Reaching between your legs, a finger runs along the length of your pussy lips. “CLICK” Then, without being told, you open yourself up slightly. “CLICK” “Sit down again please. No, with your legs nice and wide…oh yes. What we discussed earlier, the masturbation, now please.” Lying on the sofa, you lie back, positioning yourself so one foot is on the floor and one on the cushions, revealing the dark shadow behind the sheer white lace of your panties. You begin to move, slowly, rhythmically, rubbing yourself against the soft fabric, a silent invitation to explore further. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” As you continue, your breath becomes more rapid, more ragged. “Please sit again. As you were before. You said you liked to masturbate. Happy doing that in front of a camera?” “Oh, yes.” “Then would you touch yourself through your panties, please?” You comply, sliding your hand beneath the sheer lace, your movements slow and sensual. I can see you feeling yourself, massaging, exploring, stimulating. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” Reaching for the vibrator, a sleek, black device resting on the coffee table, you position it between your legs, the pulsating waves of pleasure intensifying your already heightened sensations. “How do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up while you masturbate? Really close!” “Oh, will I have to?” (She’s starting to play along a little more now) “Yes, our customers expect it. I think it’s time to lose the panties.” You hesitate for a moment, then slowly pull down your lacey garment, revealing your pale skin and the delicate curve of your vulva. Lying on the sofa, you lift yourself up, sliding off the lacey little garment. You sit bolt upright with your legs clamped together. “No need to be shy. Stand up and turn around, please.” I gaze at the neatly inverted triangle, then you turn, bringing your ass into profile. “CLICK” “Stop!” Your back is to me. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. Now open your legs nice and wide.” You comply, and your labia pops into view. “Would you, just lightly, touch your pussy, please?” Reaching between your legs, a finger runs along the length of your pussy lips. “CLICK” Then, without being told, you open yourself up slightly. “CLICK” “Sit down again please. No, with your legs nice and wide…oh yes. What we discussed earlier, the masturbation, now please.” Lying on the sofa, you lie back, positioning yourself so one foot is on the floor and one on the cushions, revealing the dark shadow behind the sheer white lace of your panties. You begin to move, slowly, rhythmically, rubbing yourself against the soft fabric, a silent invitation to explore further. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” As you continue, your breath becomes more rapid, more ragged. “Please sit again. As you were before. You said you liked to masturbate. Happy doing that in front of a camera?” “Oh, yes.” “Then would you touch yourself through your panties, please?” You comply, sliding your hand beneath the sheer lace, your movements slow and sensual. I can see you feeling yourself, massaging, exploring, stimulating. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” Reaching for the vibrator, a sleek, black device resting on the coffee table, you position it between your legs, the pulsating waves of pleasure intensifying your already heightened sensations. You begin to rub yourself against the soft fabric, a silent invitation to explore further. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” As you continue, your breath becomes more rapid, more ragged. “Please sit again. As you were before. You said you liked to masturbate. Happy doing that in front of a camera?” “Oh, yes.” “Then would you touch yourself through your panties, please?” You comply, sliding your hand beneath the sheer lace, your movements slow and sensual. I can see you feeling yourself, massaging, exploring, stimulating. “How do you feel about that?” “CLICK” “I feel damp…actually.” Reaching for the vibrator, a sleek, black device resting on the coffee table, you position it between your legs, the pulsating waves of pleasure intensifying your already heightened sensations. As you continue, your breath becomes more rapid, more ragged. “Please sit again. As you were before. You said you liked to masturbate. Happy doing that in front of a camera?” “Oh, yes.” “Then would you touch yourself through your panties, please?” You comply, sliding your hand beneath the sheer lace, your movements slow and sensual. You’re now fully engaged in the act, lost in the pleasure, completely surrendering to the moment. I adjust the settings on my phone, capturing the raw intensity of your experience, the sweat glistening on your skin, the desperate need for release in your eyes. The camera lens focuses on your face, revealing the unbridled joy and ecstasy that consumes you. As the final shots are taken, you lean back against the cushions, exhausted but satisfied, a small smile playing on your lips. The game is over, but the memories, and the images, will linger long after the camera is turned off.

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