Stripped In Public By The Photographer

(Cuckold Exhibitionism Ménage)

By Malory Chambers

 

Description:

Susan's photo shoot with famous Italian photographer Andrea Tecchia is not what she expected at all. The alluring yet patronizing photographer delves into his craft with no holds barred, even if it means stripping her in broad daylight in front of her husband and letting her be used by two incredibly sexy male models.

The secret to his glamorous pictures is in having sexually aroused models, a method that he wastes no time in demonstrating.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

As I neared the table, I was surprised to find myself wondering about the large black table covers. They seemed to out of place. Nevertheless, I leaned towards the strawberry platter and took a voluptuous-looking strawberry and brought it to my lips, suckling and licking the powdered sugar coating.

"Look at the camera," he urged.

I complied, sending the camera lenses a small smile as I bit into the strawberry. I gasped when I felt a hand grasp my thighs and turned around to see a pair of hands from behind the table cover.

"What's this?" I gasped, though he continued clicking away furiously.

"Ignore the hands," he ordered. "I'm looking to create genuine reactions," he said, "so don't think too much into it."

"Okay," I said uncertainly as I made my way away from that particular table and towards another, careful to stay a safe distance from my husband, who was helping himself to a large plate of croissants and coffee.

I filled my plate with an assortment of fruits and some cake while he continued to shoot a good number of photos. As I made my way towards my husband, Andrea stopped me and gestured for me to take a seat at a smaller round table that had red cover instead of black.

I sat down gingerly, trying to ignore the discomfort of having my eating habits thoroughly documented as I started on the fruits. A cold hand brushed against my thigh, making me gasp in surprise.

"Just go with it," Andrea murmured, not bothering to explain why he had hidden a person under my table.

I made a strangled noise when the hand rubbed against my inner thigh. My husband looked over at me, but I quickly sent him a small smile to not alarm him. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt fingers massaging my soft inner thighs, making their way up slowly but surely.

I took a bite of the cake and moaned when I felt fingers reach the apex of my legs and rub against my heat, quickly wet with the stimulation.

"Good, good," Andrea commented, "look to your husband," he said.

My husband was biting into a piece of toast, none the wiser about what is happening to my nether regions. I felt a cold metal touch my inner thigh and stopped myself from jumping in surprise just in time. A gust of cold air on my wet pussy informed me that the hands had just snipped or cut my panties off.

I swallowed hard, anticipating the mystery man's next move.

"Have another bite of the strawberry," Andrea said.

I gripped the strawberry in my hand tightly, biting into it as my brain short circuited with the implication of what was happening to me. I tried to clench my thighs together, only for the strong, calloused hands to ease them apart...

 

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