Look But Don’t Touch

“You’re the prettiest model I’ve ever photographed.”

The man’s words from just a couple of minutes before still resounded in Sylvia’s head, as she looked at a strange and funny scene: the man who had been shooting photos of her for the entire afternoon was staring at her, rubbing the growing erection in his trousers.

Of all the peculiar things that had happened in her modelling career, that was probably the strangest.

Sylvia had had sex with photographers before. Glam and naked modelling sometimes led to that. There were lots of handsome photographers out there, and chemistry just happened. She had refused advances too, on multiple occasions: men using the modelling as an excuse to put their dirty hands on her milky skin or pressing their stiff cocks against her body to suggest some after-shooting leisure.

In this case, though, this man had been very sweet to her for the whole session, always respectful to her times and her needs. Slowly, he had managed to get her completely naked. He had freed her so much of her worries and inhibitions that she had allowed him daring shots she had never thought she could — nor would like to — make.

Sylvia wasn’t stupid: she knew some of the previous shots were way too bold for the calendar they were working on and he was going to keep them for himself, to use them for his pleasure. She was OK with that. She had taken a liking to him. His curious eyes, his manners.

At some point, she had felt the need to tease this respected professional… to test his boundaries. A healthy, young man would have gotten hard looking at her shaven pussy or her perky nipples.

Would an older man get aroused by her, too?

Now, looking at him, Sylvia didn’t feel angry. Instead, she was proud of herself. She had made the man horny to the point he couldn’t control himself. She wanted to enjoy this power on him a little more.

Why not gifting him a little show, now?

“I’ll give you five minutes,” she said, grinning at him.

Giving him a deadline made her feel in control. A sexy woman, who wanted to be admired in every detail.

She looked at him, straight into his blue eyes, then looked down. He had pulled out his cock. It was hard and thick, even if not too long. From just two meters away, she could perfectly see the veins pulsating, the swollen head, the glittering of precum coming out its tip.

The previous teasing and the sight of that man aroused by her presence had somehow turned her on too: a trail of juices was pouring down her pussy, wetting her inner thighs.

She surrendered to her body needs and decided to be natural, to do whatever she wanted to do. Everything felt like the right thing to do. Even when she turned around to face him and spread her legs. Even when she slid her hand down her belly and with two fingers opened her pink pussy, showing him she was excited too.

He stood up, but as soon as he made a step in her direction, Sylvia stopped him.

“Sit down. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

She didn’t want that man to touch her and she didn’t want to touch him. But she wanted to please him, putting up a show for him.

Sylvia had never felt so slutty and sexy.

The old man was drooling for her. His eyes adored her, told her he didn’t want anyone else: just that beautiful body that he had just shot, that he had known as good as only a few men in her life.

She slid a finger inside her pussy, gathered some juices and spread them on her clit, then began rubbing it.

The man slowed down his hand; he was probably already on the edge. She smiled mischievously — happy to ascertain the effect she was having on him — then began pumping her finger in and out of her pussy.

“Mmm… yes… I love to be fucked hard like this…” she moaned while ramming two fingers deep in her cunt.

Every now and then, she would bring her fingers to her mouth and suck them clean, while looking straight in the man’s eyes, then slid them back deep inside her pussy.

The whole situation had excited her so much that she, too, was not so far from reaching her orgasm. For the first time, she was enjoying being looked at without expecting anything else to happen afterwards. She wanted to be even sluttier for him.

She stood up, turned around and bent over the bench, her legs spread enough to show him her pussy and ass. There was nothing he couldn’t see anymore, in that position.

“I love to be taken from behind… I love big, hard cocks filling my pussy with warm cum…”

Being so slutty was making her feel horny. She almost hoped for the man to approach her, and fuck her for real. But she said nothing.

She reached her pussy with a hand and slid two fingers back inside her, from below. Then took them out and rubbed her clitoris, exposing it to his sight as she noticed, looking down between her legs, that he had started beating his cock once again, faster.

The pleasure was almost unbearable. Her moans resounded in the room, as she showed off her naughtiest side to her photographer. She wanted him to hear how much she was enjoying that moment too. And when she finally came, her orgasm was true, without any trace of faking. Her body trembled under the waves of her pleasure, her pussy pulsated asking her to push her fingers deeper, until everything faded away.

Sylvia sat on the bench and looked at the man. He was still gripping his softening cock, and in front of him, on the floor, she could see the outcome of his pleasure.

She smiled at him more like a daughter would do to a father, than an escort to a lover.

Then stood up, slid her short dress down and went back to the modelling stage, naked.

“Let’s finish this calendar,” Sylvia said.

She was already thinking about new ways to tease him.

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