(27f) My boss fucked me while the sketchy photographer took pictures, and then he fucked me too

I was around 19 at the time this happened, and was quite naive and easily excitable.

Back then I worked for a small motorcycle dealership as a receptionist. I knew nothing about bikes, but I needed a job, and they hired me.

Sometime later I was offered an opportunity to earn extra money by helping out with an advertising campaign. The place was locally owned, small, and did all their own local advertising. When I asked how I could help, I was told it would be modeling. That sounded exciting so I agreed.

It was me, another girl who worked there that I was somewhat friendly with, my boss, and the photographer. Looking back I should have realized this wasn't a professional modeling shoot at all. But I was young and dumb and excited about my chance at being a model.

They had us wear a few different outfits, with the motorcycle brand logo on them, which were all revealing. The poses he had us do accentuated our bodies and sexuality, which should have really clued me in to what this was. I did wonder how they could use pictures like that in local advertising, but again I was too excited by the idea of modeling.

The shoot went on for some time, there were multiple outfit changes, and then finally it was over. Or so I thought. The other girl left, but my boss asked me to stay behind. He had some other ideas for pictures and asked if I would be interested. Of course I was.

We took a break, chatted a bit, and they offered me a drink. It was alcohol, and I accepted. I had a few drinks before the next part of the shoot, which got me tipsy, and that was the whole point. This time the outfits were lingerie. Again I wondered how this would be used in advertising, but still I went along with it, excited by the whole process, and too tipsy to be able to think that hard about it.

I was enjoying the camera, being watched as I posed in sexier and sexier ways. I enjoyed the photographer commenting on how beautiful and sexy I was. I liked when he'd get close ups of my body, or when he'd physically put me into positions. It fed into my already developing exhibitionist kink, and with the alcohol mixed in I was getting turned on, especially when my boss joined in on some photographs.

We posed together in some very explicit ways, implying some sexual contact. He was holding me, his hands were on me, and it was getting me excited. Before long the pictures we took had him squeezing my breasts, caressing my ass, and his hand over my sex.

It was all building up to something, and I was carried away by the situation. So carried away that when the next pose had his cock out, and on my lips, I started sucking him. The photographer moved in close, taking pictures as I greedily sucked his cock. Then he pulled the lingerie off my body and took more pictures. I was completely naked, sucking cock, and being photographed.

I realized then that this probably wasn't normal, that perhaps this should stop. By then, however, it was too late. I was out of control, hungrily sucking my boss while another man took pictures. It was exhilarating, and I was incredibly horny. So horny that when he pulled me off his cock and took me from behind, I couldn't even imagine resisting. Authored by CosmicLustMage

I looked up at the camera as my boss fucked me from behind. It was a very hot moment for me to be honest. Having the moment of my ograsm photographed and watched by this man I only met that day was a feeling I'll never forget. There was shame, humiliation, and embarrassment there, but also an intense thrill, and it all felt so incredibly good. It wasnt the first time someone saw me doing soemthing sexual, but this was different. It was better.

Moments after I had a mind melting orgasm, my boss began to cum. He slammed into me hard, pulling me back against him by my hips and burying himself deep inside me. I could feel it filling my pussy, and I kept my eyes locked on the camera. Just as it captured my orgasm, it captured my boss cumming inside me.

He pulled out, and I collapsed onto the mat, panting and out of breath. His cum leaked out of me, and they stood over me, taking pictures of my naked, cum filled body. They talked like I was just a piece of art work to be looked at. They complimented eachother as they looked over the photos, and then the photographer put down the camera.

He knelt next to me, and grabbed my breasts. He told me how beautiful I was, and then started undoing his pants. I just laid there, still coming down from my orgasm, letting him touch my body, and pull out his cock. Then it was in my mouth, and I absentmindedly started sucking, like it was the normal thing to do.

I gave him a blowjob as another man's cum was leaking out of me, like it was natural. My mind was long gone at that point. There was no logical thoughts left, only the pleasure. So when he got ontop of me, I was more than happy to let him fuck me too. I wrapped my legs around him and held on as he plowed into me. I looked over at my boss who was watching us, and smiling. I smiled back.

The photographer did not last long, and I did not cum. He fucked me hard, like I was just a toy for masturbation, but I didn't mind. It still felt good, and when he was finished, he pulled out, aimed his cock at my tits, and covered them with cum. I gasped and moaned, and squeezed my tits together for him as he did it. It was unexpected, but I loved it all the same, especially when my boss took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of me.

Then it was truly over. I was given a towel and directed towards the shower, where I cleaned myself up and got dressed. When I came back they were fully dressed and looking at the photos. My boss handed me a wad of cash and thanked me for everything, and then I was on my way home.

The reality didn't really hit me until a few days later, and it hit me hard. I quit that same day. I never saw the pictures, I have no idea what they were used for, and for a while it stressed me out. I'm over it now, at least the anxiety of it. I'm still mad, but at least I can masturbate to the memory without having a nervous breakdown.

The situation was certainly less than ideal, but the sexual experience was peak.