My name is Mae. It’s a very common name, I know. I’m a model.
However, I’m not a
professional like those in Victoria’s Secret. I’m just an amateur model that does this a hobby or a
side-job whenever I get paid. I have been doing this since 2014, so it’s been a while now. I know
there are a lot of ‘models’ out there that does extra stuff for money. That’s just not for me. I do
casual wear to lingerie to nude. I just don’t do erotic or soft porn looking photos. I reserve my
naughtiness in person.
There’s this photographer that I have worked with a few times before that has contacted
me again for a photoshoot theme he wanted to try. He’s a nice guy. During the last few shoots, I
could tell that he’s very respectful and knows the boundaries. He never gave me the feeling that
he wanted something more from me. I usually have that gut feel when a photographer wants
something more than a regular photoshoot. This guy, he’s a genuinely nice guy. He’s an
American expat working for a company here in Philippines AND he’s married.
He told me that what he wanted to do was to do a neon body paint shoot. We had
exchanged ideas back and forth. We decided on doing two things. First, we would have the paint
drip on my body, and under blue light, he would take photos as the paint runs down my body
slowly. This means that no photo will capture my face and I could just stand still without doing
much. The other one is that he would try to paint a bikini on me. It would mean that I would
have to stand still as he paints on my tits, my butt and my pussy. Even just the thought of it
makes me wet. I couldn’t tell him that though.
The day of the shoot came. I have to say that I was really, really excited. Other than the
fact that I have never done this kind of photo shoot before, I was really looking forward to him
staring straight at my newly shaved pussy. Thoughts were running through my head. Would he
try to touch me – accidentally? Would he get so tempted that he’d ask me if he can put a finger
in my pussy? Would he get hard by just looking at it? I couldn’t wait to find out.
He greeted me with a warm hug like usual – nothing out of the ordinary. He offered me a
drink, and led me to the room we were going to use for the shoot. I put my stuff down on the bed
and head to his office. He showed me samples of what he wanted to achieve. We saw one good
video of body painting that we couldn’t possibly achieve. It was really good but it was done with
air spray. We had a chat about it and decided that we would just give it a go with the brush and
paint that we have. If it doesn’t work, then we would stop.
We first did the body paint dripping. We finished. I cleaned myself up. As we go through
the photos, I was really very happy with it. We discussed what went well and what didn’t. We
talked about how some photos could’ve been good and the photos that really came out well. We
rested a little, had a bit of a chat, some snacks. We talked about how we were going to do the
bikini. He said that he’d lay out a black fabric on a chair so I can relax while he was painting my
tits and the front part of my pussy. I started getting wet. I thought to myself that if he sees that
I’m wet, then maybe he would finally do something.
I have to mention that this photo shoot had to be done at different days. We started the
body paint dripping late afternoon. We finished at night. We discussed that I would stay for the
night – one of the reasons why I was excited. In my head, I kept imagining that he will open the
door to my room in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. I was excited at the thought that
he will start fucking me while I was sleeping, and I will wake up in the middle of it. I thought
about how I will pretend to protest at the invasion of my pussy. I thought of how he would force
me to be quiet and keep taking that dick of his until I enjoy it.
Sadly, night came and nobody came in. I waited until 2 in the morning. So I settled to
pleasing myself. I started to slowly rub on top of my clit softly. I could feel that I am getting wet.
I thought of how much I want him to fuck my brains out while I pleasure myself. I closed my
eyes and imagined how I wet I would be when he starts to kiss me. I touched my tits and
imagined that it was his hands instead of mine. I flicked my nipples thinking that it was his
tongue that did it. I put a finger in me wanting it to be his fingers fucking me and making me
cum. I felt so alive. I could feel the wetness of my pussy dripping through my asshole. I kept
seeing images of him in between my legs
I honestly find him attractive. We do get on well, and I am really into men that I can
actually converse with and have a good laugh without any naughtiness. However, this platonic
thing is not working for me. I really wanted him to do something. I can understand that he’s
hesitant because he’s married. However, a pussy is a pussy. If it is right in your face, you can
smell it, you can almost touch it, aren’t going to?
Well, it’s time to find out. He started working on my tits. I could feel the coldness of the
paint and it made my nipples stick out.
