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SLUT SAMANTHA 17
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CHAPTER 17: PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB

As I made my approach to the address I was looking for, I found myself in a very nice, upscale part of Tucson I had never seen when I lived here. The road was in actuality a boulevard, a line of trees down the middle, with wide sidewalks that still contained people out for walks and on bikes. The buildings were a mix of small businesses with nice homes on the back side of the block. The building I was approaching housed a photography studio. Their website matched the information given to Albert indicating they were a high-quality studio for photographic needs from personal to family portrait, wedding and special occasions, and corporate layouts and illustrations supporting presentations. Harley and I were here for an entirely different condition.

Finding the address, the building had lights on inside but the lighting inside gave the impression they were not open for business but rather there were people still working inside on some project. I parked on the street, stepped out and verified the address one final time, then walked around the back of the car to let Harley out of the rear seat. I left Harley’s leash in the car, pointed the key fob to lock the car behind me as we walked to the building.

I found no door bell, so I firmly rapped on the ornamental door, which contained a large cut glass pattern window. Almost immediately, another light came on inside and the inside door opened before the outside being pushed open by a distinguished looking middle-aged man.

I stepped back as the outside door was pushed open, leaned to the side to look at the man, “This is Hutchins Photography?”

He smiled, glanced down at Harley sitting at my side, then back to me, his eyes taking in my body under the light from the 2 decorative lanterns on either side of the door. I was wearing an outfit I have not had much opportunity to wear since joining Albert at his ranch. I had put some effort into my hair, to the point of adding some waves to it beyond what was natural. Some simple makeup for my eyes and lips was a bit of a struggle. A practice that had once been second-nature now seemed foreign, like a teenager experimenting. I was wearing a sundress with spaghetti straps, a supporting bodice, a form-fitting waist, and flowing skirt that ended about 6 inches above my knees. I wore no hosiery and my feet were in 4 inch high heels. Underneath, I wore only bikini panties. I had to admit it felt nice to be dressed up, again.

“Yes, and you have to be Samantha.” He looked down, “And …”

I smiled at him, “Harley, who is very well behaved as long as he does not feel I am being threatened.”

He looked at me intently, “Well, that won’t happen here.” He held the door open and we squeezed past him into a darkened reception area. He put out his hand, “I am Tony Hutchins.” We shook hands. “Follow me. The rest of the group is in the studio making final preparations.” There were a number of doors along the hallway he started down, but the door at the end was open and the light was spilling out from it. “I hope asking you to come at night was not too much of an inconvenience. Some projects are best done away from curious eyes.”

Albert and I took the opportunity to make a mini-vacation out of this. Albert was waiting at a nearby hotel that allowed pets the size of Harley. Tomorrow we would see a couple sites in the area neither of us had taken the time for previously: a preserved decommissioned missile silo with the Titan II missile inside it; and, a historic mission constructed in the late 1700’s.

Tonight, though, awaited me in the brightly lit room ahead.

Inside was indeed a brightly lit studio with light screens around what appeared to be a glass platform. Three other men were fiddling with equipment as we walked in, but turned, forming a ragged line before me. Tony introduced them: Jake Tomas was about 30, a little shorter than Tony and a little heavier, not in a fit way; Mike Tillerson was a little older than Jake, about the same height but fitter, like he might be a runner; Marty Ortez, about 40, shorter still but also fit, being the only non-white in the group he was darker skinned, perhaps Hispanic ancestry given his name. Judging Tony, again, in comparison to the others, he was mid-to-late 40’s a few inches short of 6 feet and about 180 pounds with brownish hair that was naturally graying on the temples. Tony was an attractive man and I could see how he would be a good front man for the business.

After the introductions, Tony explained what they were looking to accomplish. The company is well known regionally for their portrait and layout work, but they had recently branched güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri out into a new concept of illustration that was both unique and effective for the right situation and purpose. They had found a unique and creative way of photographic documentation of some types of subjects like athletes in motion, a****ls in action, even manufacturing equipment in motion. They use up to 4 photographers surrounding the subject, spaced to be out of the view of the other photographers and at different levels around the subject. They take photographs at the same time, then review the results later, selecting a sequence from various angles to tell the story. He showed me a layout of a female hurdler in stride over a hurdle, shot capturing her movements from back, front, higher and underneath.

I looked at the glass platform I had noticed on entering the room. Tony confirmed my thoughts, “Yes, it is made of heavy duty plexiglass, ultra-clear. As you can see, it is 3 feet off the floor which allows a photographer room to hold and move his camera while on a rolling dolly.” The effect was quite dramatic, each angle managed to catch a nuance of the muscles and position of the body. The hurdler was wearing spandex shorts and sports bra to expose more of the body and the sheen on her muscular, dark skin created quite an effect.

They were all standing in a loose arc in front of me. “Okay … impressive. But, none of that lends itself to what we are going to be doing.”

Tony chuckled and the others glanced nervously at each other. “Yeah, well … someone got a bright idea about photographing a nude this way. We agreed we needed something with movement or action to be effective with this process.”

“But, still …”

“I put out a notice, anonymously, very general regarding photographing a sexual act. Your guy, Albert, responded. It was clear he was fishing and I am sure it was clear to him that we were fishing. We both agreed to lay our cards on the table, so to speak. And, we were intrigued by the idea.”

“Us, too, obviously. We never thought of doing anything like this.” I then added to what Albert had told them about what we were doing.

Tony suggested we get to it, then. He offered a screened off area for me to undress. I looked over at it, then turned back to them, “What would be the fun in that. We may as well start right away.” And, they did. They each took up their cameras and moved around me, some kneeling, another going up a step-ladder already in position and facing the platform. I moved to the steps going up to the platform and called Harley. Once in the center of the platform, I smiled around at the guys but found only 3 of them. Something spooked Harley and I found his attention underneath us. The 4th photographer was scooting his way under the platform on the rolling dolly, using his heels for propulsion as he aimed the camera up through the glass at me. And, very soon, right up my dress. As much time as I spend naked, even around other people, somehow the idea of someone pointing a camera up my skirt was unsettling … and erotic.

I didn’t figure it mattered where Harley settled, so I had him sit next to me. I thought a woman stripping next to her dog might add a photogenic aspect to the shots. I was later to see that it did, as several shots seemed to catch Harley gazing at me as I did so, almost as if admiring what was transpiring before him.

I moved my arms behind my back and pulled the zipper of my dress down to my waist. I shrugged the straps off my shoulders and pulled the dress up and over my head. I tossed the dress to the side and ran my fingers through my hair to give it a rough combing after being messed in removing the dress. I was now standing in my heels, necklace, and bikini panties. I made a few partial turns, not knowing what might be expected of me until Tony started the direction.

“Samantha, lean to pet Harley keeping your legs straight.” That seemed to be a classic pose for nude or partially clothed models and I was sure one of them was behind me to capture it. “Spread your feet about shoulder with, continue with the dog.”

Then the direction came from various of the guys.

“Slowly push your panties down on your hips. Good … good, hold them there … good, excellent.”

“Let the panties drop to your feet. One foot steps out … good. Now raise your foot with the panty on it behind you. Excellent … you’re a natural, Samantha.” Flattery works and I smiled.

“Reach back for the panty, then hold it to your breast and look toward the door like someone might be standing there. Excellent.” All the while, I could hear the clicks and whirls of the cameras around me. I had güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri forgotten about the camera below me until, “Stay like that … now separate your feet … a little more. Good. Now, toss the panties and crouch to your dog and pet him.” Yeah, my feet were about 2 feet apart and I was crouching … a great pussy shot.

“Great, Samantha. Thank you. Relax for a moment before we get started on the next … you know.” I smiled, he did not want to say getting fucked by the dog?

I stepped closer to the edge, now more aware of the man below me. “Do I leave the heels on or off? The necklace?”

They huddled quickly and just as quickly had their answer. “Leave both on. We think the heels and jewelry might lend something to the image.” I thought it might, too. And, certainly different than what Harley has been accustomed from me at the ranch.

They conceded that from this point on, they would be silent witnesses. They did not know what to expect from a dog mating with a woman and I should just do whatever it is that I normally do. That would certainly be easy for us, except for the distraction of the cameras, particularly the one below us, but I would be the one most influenced by that.

I knelt on the platform surface and patted the place in front of me. Harley was spooked by the vision of the man below us, so I put out my hand for him to be still until Harley’s view was no longer impacted. Once getting Harley on his side, I nuzzled him, trying to get his comfort with the situation and easing his concerns of the men moving, the sounds of the cameras clicking and the bright lights sounding us.

Once settled, though, my touches brought the tip of his cock out of the sheath with my face moving to allow me to lick it. I found it difficult to ignore the cameras myself, the movements of the men, especially the one under the clear platform. I hoped I would be focused once Harley’s cock was well out and ready to fuck me.

I was not sure what the men were getting in the way of specific shots, but they seemed to buzz around us like a swarm of bees and it seemed impossible that they were also avoiding others in the background, but their experience and familiarity with each other might make the difference that I could not relate to. But, I convinced myself to ignore all that and do what I was here to do. How they were managing their part of it was there problem. Although, it was also part of my imagination of what it would be like to have professional pictures of Harley and me mating hung somewhere in the bedroom. We were promised our own copies of the photos and a couple professionally matted copies for our use.

My mind not quite able to release those surrounding thoughts, I was suddenly aware that I had about 4 inches of dog cock in my mouth, which was regularly feeding me precum that was swallowed greedily. I pulled my mouth from the cock and kissed the end deliberately, making a show of staying in position for an extra moment hoping that it would be captured. I could easily envision such a picture, my red lipstick lips puckered and kissing the reddish tapered tip of the dog cock.

With that parting kiss, I pivoted and moved to my hands and knees, patting my butt, which was the obvious signal to Harley regardless of distraction. I felt his nose to my ass, then to my pussy with his tongue. After a few licks, though, I wiggled my butt to encourage him to mount me. It was another signal that he would recognize and he did, bouncing with his front legs and landing on my back. My hand went between my legs, as normal, and his penetration of me was smooth and deep. My head dropped in a low moan and my eyes popped open wide. Right below me was the man. His legs were below and I could see him using his heels to maneuver the dolly. More striking, though, was seeing his camera as I tilted my head to look at him. I could not see much of his face, only the camera pointed up at my pussy, my pussy with a dog cock pumping in and out of it. I have been viewed numerous times in different situations mating with Harley or another dog, but the proximity and focus of the man with the camera were unnerving.

Harley’s unwavering drive and deliberation to his actions, however, diverted me very effectively when I felt his forming knot pressing at my pussy. I put a hand up to my shoulder and touched Harley’s head as it d****d on me. He tongue came out to lick it, but that was about it. His focus and energy were on mating me and with his knot forming, his maximum attention was putting it inside me where it belonged. I could not believe he was handling all this better than I was, but I was thankful for the ability güvenilir bahis şirketleri to completely focus on the knot. I pressed back against him as he pumped hard into me, his knot stopping short of entering, but stretching and widening my resisting hole a little more each time.

Now the presence of the men was helping in my rise to orgasm. The knot pressing against my pussy, the cock swollen and long inside my pussy, and the exhibitionistic factor of the men and the audible reminder of their cameras as they continued to click and whirring as the shutters opened and closed and the lenses zoomed in and out.

With the knot pressed half in and half out of my pussy, I pushed back against it and cried out in a moment of both a sharp feeling around my stretched opening and pleasure at the sudden fullness and increased depth of penetration.

I braced myself as Harley’s driven fucking turned ever more urgent and demanding. Now with his knot inside me, his singular focus and effort were the completion of seeding me and I felt that focused desire and need from him as he pressed and pounded into me. His knot and cock both swelling to seemingly huge size as his pending climax approached. That huge knot pulled me before he tried pushing it back in deeper, an act of futility, we were stuck. But the pulling and pushing hit my g-spot with regularity and that combined with the size and pulsing of his cock and I dropped my head down in a deep moan only to fling it back as my orgasm crashed over me, my long, blonde hair flying in an arc with my rotating head.

I felt Harley’s cock jerk and twitch inside me, then spurt his seed deep into my pussy as I cried out again, my pussy clamping around his cock and knot with more spurts, one after the other pouring into me.

When we both stopped our climatic reactions, I sagged the front of my body to the surface, my ass still in the air as Harley turned in a natural defensive position so we were ass-to-ass. As my eyes focused on my surroundings, I saw the fog created by my gasping warm breath on the air-conditioned plexiglass surface. I watched it for a moment as it fogged and cleared with my breath. Then, I focused further away, drawn by movement and found Tony still moving in the area of his assignment, snapping his pictures from the angles available to him.

He moved closer to me. “To be honest, I had no idea how powerful this was going to be.”

I smiled weakly up at him without removing the side of my face from the surface. “You will want to … mmmmmm … want to be ready for whenever the knot is pulled out of me.”

When it did come out after a while of the guys anxiously reacting to each movement of Harley, I heard a frenzy of clicks and whirrs. I remembered the guy underneath and found he was still there, taking photos and shifting his position as the release of the knot also brought an amount of spilled cum leaking from me and dropping to the clear surface. Those pictures might be very interesting.

I was sitting on the edge of the platform sipping a chilled glass of white wine. I had suggested having a towel to sit on, but they p*o-pooed it saying the surface already needed to be well cleaned. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing I was still leaking dog cum. The guys were huddled around a computer downloading their photos into the system. I idled my time nuzzling Harley until I finally lay back and let him lick clean my messy pussy. I noticed the guys nudging each other to look at me, but I ignored them and enjoyed Harley’s tongue long after he probably had me cleaned.

They had offered a robe for me to cover up with, but my nudity was not an issue for me. When they were ready, they called me over and they let me sit on a chair as Tony flipped through pictures. What they showed me was a rough effort of what a storyboard might look like and I was impressed. The shots flipped from angle to angle capturing what had happened and what each was seeing. I was right, too. The pictures of Harley pulling his knot from me were very interesting from below.

They had a shower and changing room attached to this studio. After showering and cleaning up, I rejoined the guys back in my street clothes. As Tony walked me back to the front door, he stopped me.

“We were talking while you were in the shower.” Why am not surprised? “We think this could have some commercial value. We aren’t sure how to take it to market and the market is probably small, but … well, is that a possibility?”

I smiled at him, “Talk to Albert.”

He smiled back. I was sure he was used to that. I was the ‘talent’ and there was someone else managing it. “Also, they have already come up with other ideas that might be good. Any possible interest?”

I gave him a peck on the cheek, turned and snapped my fingers for Harley to follow. I turned at the door and smiled, “Talk to Albert.”

When I got back to the hotel, I almost ****d Albert. But, as the saying goes, you cannot **** the willing …

* * CHAPTER 18: SWINGER CLUB will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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