SLUTWIFE SECRETARY – CHAPTER 4: THE PHOTOGRAPHER

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SLUTWIFE SECRETARY – CHAPTER 4: THE PHOTOGRAPHERdeletedCHAPTER 4: THE PHOTOGRAPHERBill was so pleased with how well the newest member of our little family (Tucker, the large Doberman Pinscher he brought back from a road trip) had fit in and the success of my training methods, that he devised another surprise for me. A surprise that was humiliating and embarrassing, but intensely erotic and exciting, too.Tucker was an amazing a****l. Or, I was an excellent trainer. It was probably a combination of the two. I found through research, and the intimate time I spent with Tucker confirmed it, that Doberman Pinschers are people-oriented and quite affectionate when socialized and trained, which Tucker had been. They are very loyal and some tend to bond only to one person. That was what we found. We weren’t too surprised since Bill is frequently gone and I am the one who takes care of him; food, cleaning, training, walks, and, of course, special time. And, with the additional training I have worked with him on, he is exceedingly attentive and responsive to me. It isn’t as though he ignores Bill. Tucker responds to Bill’s commands just fine, but he can now easily be around me inside or outside without causing a problem.I was in the backyard when Bill came home. This was a week when he had local routes but this day dragged on for him when one of the drop-off sites wasn’t ready to unload him. Given his phone call apologizing, I had dinner in the oven staying warm while I decided to tend to one of the flower beds. Tucker, as usual these days, was near my side and at the moment lying near me chewing on a twig he found underneath one of the trees. He had a well-used rope toy in plain view but the twig held some unique interest at the moment. I was only in sheer-lace panties, my large tits swaying beneath me with every movement. Tucker and I had achieved training to the point where he only needed to recognize a single piece of clothing on my bottom to know he should not ‘bother’ me. As long as that was the case, he appeared to be another family dog.I heard Bill exit the house through the sliding door. I reached over to Tucker and wrestled the stick away from. As soon as I had it in my hands, he sat up straight, every muscle seeming to quiver in anticipation of it being thrown. I threw it, but in Bill’s direction. The dog was a streak of black, only to be brought to a stop by Bill who had his hand up and a sharp, “Sit!”. Bill bent over for the stick as I started towards them. Tucker’s tail was even quivering because he knew Bill would likely throw the stick further than I would and the chase would be on.After Bill threw the stick, I slipped into his arm, one of his hands slipping into the waist of my panty and another cupping and lifting a tit as we kissed. Tucker returned with the stick, his tail wagging furiously for more, but we were headed for the house. I bent over to Tucker’s food bowl and handed it to Bill. He gave me that, ‘Who is the submissive around here?’ look, but scooped out the food as I went to the kitchen to put our dinner on the table.I ran to the bedroom to wash up, brushed out my hair, slipped on a sheer negligee and heels, and hurried to the dining room where Bill was pouring some wine. He turned at hearing my heels on the hardwood floor of the dining room.“My, God … you have to be the most beautiful woman in the world.”I blushed. Despite the change in our relationship, he still maintained attentiveness to my needs. “Thank you, sir, but I hardly think that could be true.” He started to protest, but I stopped him with a kiss. “It is nice, if you think so.” He smiled.Bill liked me to be naked or exposed at home. He kept the lights on at night, the blinds or curtains open to the front of the house. He would have me answer the door, if someone came with a delivery. The only caveat was to not cause too much of a scene with the neighbors so I would peek out to check who was at the door before opening it. If it was someone we didn’t want to expose me to, I kept a covering in the coat closet by the door. Bill just liked my body and liked to see it, especially the sway of my tits, how my nipples would harden, and the slut-mark, as he called it, when my cunt leaked and left a mark on a chair. He especially liked that.Bill had something to say and he seemed to be waiting for an appropriate opening in our lazy conversation. I had kept the conversation going about what I wanted to do next in the yard, but finally decided to stop teasing him and let the silence settle.“I want to redecorate the bedroom,” he began. I looked at him with interest and mild surprise. He rarely showed interest in how the house was decorated or furnished. “I want to use a series of pictures … professional pictures.” Okay, I can see what’s coming. He wants some boudoir pictures of me for display. But, hanging nude pictures of me wasn’t enough for Bill. “I’ve contacted a professional photographer who specializes in confidential, distinctive subject matter.”I leaned forward, my elbows and tits resting on the table. That always gave him pause, like I was serving up my tits to him. “Just how ‘distinctive’, sir?”He chuckled, “Very … I love what we have here, Carol. I love you more than anything. When I leave for a trip, long or short, I have a feeling of emptiness, but that it filled with a welling up of anticipation of returning to having you, again … my goddess.”I giggled, “Your goddess? Your submissive, slut goddess?”He chuckled, “Well, that’s just how special of a goddess you are.” I smiled and took his hand. “And, as I said many times, Tucker has brought another dimension to all of this.”“So … your submissive, slut, bitch goddess?” He smiled. He did like to watch Tucker and me. “Sir, exactly what kind of photos are you thinking about?”“You two.”When we pulled into a parking space at the strip mall in front of a fairly non-descript storefront, it looked like any small photography studio. The windows on either side of the door displayed the typical formal photographs of weddings, anniversaries, special occasions, graduations, and the chronicling of families over time. There was nothing suggesting the type we were interested in.We purposely arrived a little early. Bill went into the shop while I took Tucker to a small strip of grass and gravel. He sniffed nearly every object sticking out of the ground until he found just the right one, then raised his leg to do his business. As Tucker was taking care of his needs, I noticed Bill in the open door. When he saw me looking at him, he nodded, I nodded back, but patiently waited on Tucker.Inside with Bill was a man in his early 30’s, fairly non-descript in appearance and several inches shorter than Bill. He introduced himself while shaking my hand and nervously watching Tucker who sat watching him right back. He went to the outside door while informing us that he was intentionally working the shop by himself that afternoon to insure our privacy. While assuring us of that, he locked güvenilir bahis the door and hung a sign indicating the shop was closed until 5:00 PM giving us several hours of privacy.He showed us into a studio already setup for a shoot. The background, as previously agreed upon, was solid white, floor and backing. I thought that would be a stark contrast for Tucker’s dark features, making him stand out in particular. The photographer agreed; it should be quite striking.He turned to me, still keeping a close eye on Tucker much to my amusement. “Your husband has indicated that this will be of you alone as you are undressing, then you and the … ah … and the dog. I’ve never done this before. The dog, I mean. I mean … I mean the dog … I mean with you …”I chuckled, “You can say it. Afterall, I do it. The dog licking me.” He nodded.“Okay … so, when we begin with you getting undressed, it is important that you do it slowly. I may have you stop at certain moments or even put something back on to capture a moment I missed. Stripping for the camera is very different and very slow. Then, your husband wants shots of you posing.” He looked to Bill for confirmation, “We’ll want to work poses leading to some very explicit shots of you exposing your body.” I looked at Bill and he gave me a very naughty smile. We hadn’t talked about that, but it was nothing compared to being licked by Tucker for the camera.Bill was standing to the side as the photographer discussed the first set with me. It would be my stripping for the camera and also leading to the set for posing as Bill desired. Then, I would be posing with Tucker before we finally had the last set with me being licked by Tucker. I told the photographer he would need to be ready to take his shots because there was no slowing down the dog once he got going. He said not to worry because he would have several cameras set up to take shots and two videos, all per Bill.I walked to Bill to give him Tucker’s leash. I was dressed in my standard attire for the office: buttoned white blouse, mid-thigh tight skirt, lacy bra and panty set, dark thigh-high stockings and heels. My hair was piled on my head to allow my face to always be visible. Bill reached his hand around my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.“I will be selecting particular shots for framing in the bedroom. Anyone seeing them will be left with no question as to the slut you are. Think about that while you are in front of his camera. Leave no question that you are a slut.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “I want you to turn him on through that camera lens. Make him hard. Make him desire to fuck you, need to fuck you.” He smiled as he kissed me, again. “Whether I let him or not … we’ll have to see at the end.” He then gave my ass a sharp slap.I looked back to him, “Yes, sir.” I have been fucking the guys in the office, Jimmy, and Tucker licking me. Will the photographer be the first true stranger I will be given to? My mantra for the next while: make him desire to fuck me, need to fuck me.It was exceedingly difficult to be seductive and enticing in a strip when every moment or so I was being told to hold that position, turn this way or that, look down, long at the camera, etc. How the hell could this be enticing? I had little doubt the pictures would be, but the moment of doing it wasn’t. But I tried. I hesitated as my fingers loosened buttons on my blouse, bending over to allow the open blouse to gap open. Unhooking my bra, I turned to glance over my shoulder as though the camera was intruding or a voyeur. I glanced at the camera with lowered eyes as the bra slowly slid down my arms. I did similar things with the skirt. I teased the panties down ever so slowly before letting them drop to the floor, then bending over with my back to the camera to pick them up with straight legs bending at the waist only, my feet parted shoulder width.Now that I was only in stockings and heels, the photographer gave me a short break. I walked to Bill, stooped to pet Tucker and promise his turn was coming, then stood up to search Bill’s face. Wordlessly I sought the answers to my beseeching expressions: how was it, sir? did I do well, sir? And, the most important, are you happy, sir?Once I stood up from Tucker, he took me into his arms, his hands moving over my bare back and butt. “Damn, Carol, that was hot!” It didn’t feel that way to me with the stops and holds. “You had me turned on and I see you like this all the time. But, did you see him? Maybe you didn’t because he would turn away from you … he was adjusting his hard cock.” He kissed me hard. “I am so proud of my slut.” I wrapped my arms around him and mashed my lips against his.The next set were the poses and I discovered a reason for him wanting a break. He had a camera ready with a closeup lens hanging around his neck. He took shots as I moved standing up. I bent over like before and I heard the clicking of the camera. Then, “Hold it like that. Feet further apart … good, just like that.” Click. Click. Pause. I felt and heard him move in closer … click, click, click. “Bend further … good … look at me through your legs … great! Hold.” His camera with the closeup lens was a foot from my cunt and ass. I knew I was wet. “Spread your feet …” Click, click. Was he getting my open cunt?He moved me to my knees. Bending over, my tits hanging beneath. Lifting a tit. Facing him on my knees, a tit held out as if in offering. My hand dropped to the floor, staring at the camera, mouth opening, my neck stretching out as if reaching for something … something hard … something for my mouth … or cunt.I was in my own zone, now. The photographer moved with me, clicking frantically, maybe afraid to inhibit me. I moved to sit on the floor, spreading my legs wide. Again, he switched cameras and move in close, very close. It was so obscene. Would Bill even use one of these closeups for the wall? I felt like I might cum thinking about a blown-up picture of my open and wet cunt hanging in our room. Turn him on. That’s what Bill instructed. I bent my knees, splaying them out to the sides. More clicks. My fingers grasped the inner cunt lips, spreading them, stretching them apart. Click. Click, click, click. I used the third finger to hold the lip open and the index finger slid down the slit … to the hole … the open, gaping hole. Click. Click, click, click.The photographer pulled back and moved to my tits. Closeup … click. I lifted the tit up; his eye came from behind the camera to see what I was doing. I pulled the tit up further, my mouth opening, my lips taking the raised nipple of my large tit. Click, click, click. I dropped my tit and it bounced on my chest. For a moment his eyes watched the jiggling flesh of my tit. Then he looked up. My lips slightly parted. Click. My lips puckered as if to kiss the camera. Click, click. My tongue tip coming out as if searching. Click.While he was focused on my lips, my fingers were probing my cunt. I had to. I needed to. He heard a squish. türkçe bahis He looked and repositioned. Closeup. Click, click, click. My finger came out of my wet cunt to stroke my clit, the finger glistening with my juice. Click, click, click.He moved back a couple steps, changed back to the regular camera. Click. My finger on my cunt, another pinching a nipple, both nipples erect, my chest and face flushed, my eyes glazed, and my mouth parted. Click, click, click.The photographer wanted a break to think about adding the dog. I fell back onto the floor. I looked at Bill and pleaded, “Sir! Sir, I have to cum! Please …”The photographer spun around unprepared. He moved back to me as Bill gave me the okay. I crammed three fingers into my cunt, curling the middle one. As all three drove in and out of my sopping hole, the middle one sought the g-spot. My hips shot into the air as my finger found the spot. My back arched with my hips off the floor, my stomach and leg muscles staining as if I was trying to raise my cunt as high as the orgasmic pleasure rising through my body. I cried out with uninhibited joy and pleasure as it hit me and it was several minutes before my body relaxed to rest again on the floor.Tucker was next. In a way, he was to be a ploy for me to pose to. And, for much of the set that was the way it worked until it was noticed that his reddish cock was poking out. At that point, I played to it with a variety of poses and playful reaction ranging from looks of curiosity, to longing, and shock, all the while naked without the stockings but still wearing heels (Bill’s personal preference).That set degenerated pretty quickly, though.I put Tucker on the floor to lay next to him, then shifting with my head on his chest. Tucker twisted his head to me, his tongue coming out to lick my face, then my tongue coming out to touch his. Click, click. Again, Bill’s voice, “Now, let the dog lick you.”I rolled onto my back, my legs raised and spread, my hands under my knees holding them apart. Tucker scrambled to his feet, anxious for the cunt he has become so familiar with. His tongue swiped the full length of my cunt on the first try. I shivered and gasped. Click, click, click.“Don’t cum, yet, slut.”I gasped and panted. I was soooooo close. My cunt was running with my juice and that encouraged Tucker even more to continue licking it up. But, the more he licked, the more juice flowed from my gaping, pulsing cunt. He licked and licked. His tongue, in that way only his seems to do, curled and sunk into my gasping cunt opening. I cried out, gasping, moaning and groaning.“Sir? Please? He has enough pictures … sir?”“Yes, slut … cum now for the camera.”My entire body seemed to quaked as my body exploded. I had never cum like that from Tucker’s licking and understood the aphrodisiac power of exhibitionism, embarrassment, and humiliation.I was sprawled on the floor, Tucker nearby wagging his tail as usual after attending to me. I weakly rose to my knees and took him into my arms, cooing into his ear, kissing his head, and stroking his back and neck. All the while I heard the sounds of his camera relentlessly documenting it all. Click, click, click … Bill’s next instruction almost sent me into another orgasm, “Slut, you came on Tucker’s tongue. Time to return the favor, isn’t it?”I glanced at the photographer who was looking stunned at what he just witnessed, but more by what he just heard. He looked in disbelief at Bill, me, and the dog. When I commanded Tucker to lay on the floor, the photographer scrambled to get himself and camera into position. When he took this appointment, I doubted he ever thought it would lead to such erotic shots. I know I didn’t.Tucker lay on the floor, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling out of his excitedly panting mouth. I glanced at Bill one more time, just to make sure he really was serious. His expression of expectation hadn’t changed. I had let the tongue lick me to orgasm several times since Bill brought him home, but it had never gone beyond that. Bill had never pushed until now and now it was in front of a stranger. God, I was so hot, though. And, it wasn’t just because I had just orgasmed. This was exhibitionism to the extreme. It is one thing to be caught naked at the office and another thing to have sex before someone you don’t know.With Tucker in place, I nuzzled into his head and neck, a common, intimate expression I give to the dog. We have bonded very well and I have enjoyed petting him and he seems to enjoy receiving pets from me. This was going to be different, more intimate still, and I needed to approach it with caution. Despite our bonding, I didn’t want him to become scared or overtly nervous and suddenly react. One of us could be hurt and it would most certainly be me.As I nuzzled his neck, one hand stroked his head and chest as the other one moved to his belly, stroking further and further down until my hand was between his hind legs. I carefully avoid contact with his sheath for the moment, letting him gain comfort with my touch in this new place. His head rose and looked, but quickly resettled to the floor after giving me a couple quick licks on my face. I giggled. It was like, to me, getting appreciative, anticipatory kisses.I was no longer checking the other men in the room. This was now between Tucker and me. The others were out of my mind, as surprising as that was. I raised my head to watch my hand as it moved alongside the sheath, then made a careful, gentle, glancing touch as it continued rubbing his body down there. I could see the reddish tip showing from the sheath. I wasn’t surprised by the shape or color. I had done my research on-line. I knew this day was coming even if I wasn’t consciously prepared to admit or accept it before. I knew it had been in Bill’s mind when he brought the dog home. I believed in my heart he might have been thinking about the dog licking me, but deep down, even u*********sly, there was much more potential that excited him. And, given my current acceptance, u*********sly for me, too.I watched the reddish cock slowly show as my fingers were now directly stroking the sheath. I read that any cock coming from a sheath is sensitive to dry touch so I avoided directly stroking the emerging cock. Instead, I moved my head, still stroking the dog’s chest and side as I moved my mouth closer to the cock tip until my tongue could touch it. Two things made an immediate impact on me: Tucker flinched but didn’t really move; and, I could taste his pre-cum forming liberally at the tip. It was watery, more so than men, and a slightly tangy taste. It was fine, not much different than the difference that man-cum can taste between different men.I left a hand on Tucker’s side as I took the tip of his cock between my lips. I could feel the pre-cum forming, again. I sucked at the tip and took it into my mouth, moved it around my mouth with my tongue and swallow. As this was happening, the cock continued to grow into my mouth güvenilir bahis siteleri and I took more and more past my lips. Soon, I had several inches of dog-cock in my mouth and I started moving my lips down and up on the cock like I would with a man. It was a cock … just a cock. I sucked, twirled my tongue, and fucked my mouth over the shaft. More and more cock came into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard as I pulled my mouth back and off. I looked at the cock before me. Tucker seemed to be doing fine, his breathing heavy with the rise and fall of his chest and slight whimpers that came from his throat, but no overt reactions to indicate any distress.It looked like the pictures I found on-line: reddish, pointy-tipped, and growing fatter and thicker. There were probably four to five inches exposes. I wondered how big he might be and very curious about what the knot, the ball of flesh the dog forms, would actually look like. I returned my mouth to the cock to experience it all, including treating Tucker to having me take his seed into my stomach. I lost myself quickly to satisfying the dog. I sucked him with the same energy and dedication I gave Bill or the other guys I have been given to. Turning me into his submissive slut has taken me to a level of sexual fervor I hadn’t imagined. Bill was right, I loved cock. I love it in my mouth, cunt, and ass. I was going to do this and it didn’t matter if there was someone else watching.I felt the bulge growing inside the sheath before I recognized in my mind what it was. The knot formed but I was too intent on the cock and the pulsing I felt from it. I sucked hard and the dog flexed his hips at my mouth, an involuntary reaction fucking action in preparation to ejaculation and seeding. I pulled my mouth back in preparation so just the tip was in my mouth and was shocked when the first spurt released into my mouth. Warm cum, warmer than a man’s, waterier and more volume, about double that of most man-cum. I swallowed, gulping really, and just in time before the next spurt of cum, then the next and next. I continued to suck and continued to receive cum, though now it seemed to be leaking out rather than spurting. I finally pulled my mouth from his cock and gazed down at it. The knot was right there and it seemed huge. Would a woman really be able to take that inside? Would that tear? I giggled. We give birth, don’t we? I tentatively touched the knot, then spread some remaining leakage of cum on my fingers and took the knot in my hand. Ethan is big, bigger than any other cock I take. The knot might be bigger, but I suspected the shape forcing inside rather than gradually would be the difference. I shuddered. Just considering all this almost gave me an orgasm!A moment later, Bill was at my side. “You did well, Carol. I wasn’t sure you would do it. Was it embarrassing to do all that in front of a stranger?”“Yes, sir, it was. It excited me, though, because it would be pleasing you. At first, sir, I was doing it just for you … because you desire it … but then … then I became consumed by it. You are pleased, aren’t you, sir? You aren’t disgusted by me?”“You did, indeed, please me, my sweet slut. I am very pleased. I did desire this and it wasn’t disgusting, but exciting. We stretched you further, today.” I smiled and nodded. “Now, another stretch. You have made the photography uncomfortably hard.” I looked at him and he simply maintained his look at me. “Yes, sir.”I rose to my knees and crawled to the photographer. He heard me coming and turned, looking curiously at me. I knelt before him, “Thank you, sir. My husband and I will be anxious to see your work.” He nodded. I put my hand to his crotch and he flinched. I smiled. “You seemed to have enjoyed your work, sir …” I undid his belt and zipper, sliding his pants down. I think he was dumbfounded right up to the point that my hand brought his hard cock to my mouth at which point he gasped and groaned. Within only minutes and not a word coming from him, I was swallowing his cum.I cleaned up in the studio’s restroom. Bill was taking me to a nice meal on the way home. I tried cleaning my cunt and rinsing my mouth as best I could. I didn’t think it appropriate to smell like a freshly fucked woman in a nice restaurant.During dinner, Bill asked quietly, “So … how do you feel about that?”“The pictures, sir?” He nodded. “Thrilled, sir. It was very exciting.” The strange man, he asked. “Oh, yes, sir! Very exciting. Embarrassing! But, exciting, too.” I looked into his eyes, “You are right, sir, about exhibitionism. I feel it in the office frequently when I walk from one office to another partially dressed or naked. I feel it in the backyard and around the house. It is very exciting and arousing. Today, though, was even higher. His camera was only inches from my …” I looked around us, “… from my cunt and Tucker in my mouth.” I knew I blushed even if it was too dark for Bill to see.He smiled and held my hand lovingly. “I keep pushing you. Just checking that you are still okay with it all.”I shook my head, “Stop worrying, sir! I want to satisfy all your desires and fantasies. I have given myself fully to you! Don’t hesitate … push my boundaries … stretch my comfort. It is what we both want, sir.”Bill took my words to heart. Over the next weeks, Bill added a few more of his friends as lovers for me, though Jimmy remained the only one who was invited to share me when Bill wasn’t home. The men who now would be on a list of lovers, if I had such a list (Bill might, though), had grown to eight, including the four at work. I was seldom in need of cock, it seemed. Though, it was a strange thing. Bill and I talked about it. The more cock that used me, the more cock I was comfortable taking. If I were expecting a point of, ‘okay, I have my fill’, it didn’t seem to happen. I might fuck all the guys at work once or twice during a day, then go home to find Bill and Jimmy waiting. And, I was never not excited by the prospect of more. I was wet in anticipation every morning I went to the office. On weekends, I was perpetually wet in anticipation of Bill and Tucker. And, what made it all the more exciting was Bill directing it all. He gave me ideas and instructions to try on the guys at work. He brought guys home without warning. And, I’ve never wanted to even consider looking back. I love it all and always anxious to see what Bill might do next.A couple weeks after the photo-shoot, I was leading Bill and Bob (another of Bill’s friends) into our bedroom by their hard cocks. We had already fucked in the family room, recovered with more beer, when Bill suggested a double penetration. He always enjoyed suggesting that, especially when there was someone new involved in fucking me. All of his friends are super considerate and appreciative of the opportunity and feel fortunate to get into my body, but when Bill suggests a DP, invariably their eyes bug-out in surprise.But, as I brought the guys into the bedroom, it was the first time Bob had joined us there. It was the first time he saw the new pictures covering our bedroom walls.“Holy shit! These are so hot!” I thought that said it all.* * CHAPTER 5: MEETING JERRY’S WIFE will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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