The 'photographer'

Not getting quite the pose I am looking for, I set the camera down and walk directly to you . . . taking the top of your blouse in my fingers, I open both sides a little wider, showing not just a little cleavage, but a noticeable portion of both breasts . . . no nipples (yet) . . .
"C'mon, Annie, get with it here . . . I'm trying to be your friend and help out, but I'm feeling more and more like your boss."
 
Hannah's eyes widen, she did not want anyone seeing this much of her body, she gulps loudly, "It's too much skin" she says, feeling guilty already.. seeing as though he was the one helping her out and she was making it difficult on him. "How about this?" Hannah asks trying to compramise as she pulls the blouse back up, still showing more skin than she liked, but it was about halfway between what she had done and what he had.
 
Turning around and walking back to my camera . . . taking the disk out with all the pictures on it, "Here, I'm sure you can find someone who will do a better job for you."
 
"No please" Hannah says as she begins to panic, she didn't know anyone else, besides she couldn't afford to pay someone else.. and he was offering to do it for free.

Hannah sighs knowing exactly what she will have to do "I'll do it.. it's just I don't want to look like a.. like a whore" she mutters. Taking a deep breath as she pulls her blouse apart, back to where he had put it in the first place. "Just please keep taking them?" Hannah asks.
 
"Only if you are sure, cause I don't want a fight every time I suggest something new and different. Hannah, sweetie, we want designers to see how beautiful you are and that they will want you to model their creations. You ready? OK, just lean toward me a bit . . . that's it!!"

God, she does have a gorgeous body . . .
 
"I'll try not to fight you anymore" Hannah says quietly, she was just worried that she would show so much... if her parents saw it! God they would probably kill her, but he knew what agencies wanted.

Hannah leans forwards a little more still holding onto the railing, giving him and the camera a good view down her blouse, feeling a little uncomfortable, but you couldn't tell by her pose and face.
 
"Looks good, Annie . . . sweetie, I know you are uncomfortable, but I am just trying to get the best pictures for your portfolio. That's probably enough for one day; I know I have pushed you farther that you wanted to go . . . but you did it. Get a good night's sleep . . . let's get an early start in the morning to take advantage of the early morning sun."

I know I'll sleep well, thinking about those nice little titties and hard nipples . . . wondering how she will sleep since she exposed more of her body than she has ever done before . . . she has no idea what is coming . . . but I do!!
 
"Thank you " Hannah says softly, relieved that she can finally pull her shirt down, she pulls the knot free, hurridely fastening all of the buttons. "I'll see you tomorrow she calls over her shoulder, as she runs back to her house. Luckily her parents weren't in and they didn't see what she was wearing.. and they wouldn't have seen the photoshoot.

Hannah strips down, suddenly realising that she has left her clothes at his house; but deciding that she will wait until tomorrow to get them, she crawls into bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
 
Alan sits back and reviews the photos from the day. particularly a couple he took when Hannah wasn't aware the camera was snapping . . . god, she has beautiful tits . . . nice, small, topped with exquisite nipples . . .

He wasn't sure jsut how far he could push her, but he knew already that she would do whatever he wanted as long as the tempation of a modeling career was always dangled in front of her . . .
 
Hannah wakes up early the next morning.. too early to go next door, she didn't want to seem over eager, despite the fact that she was. Her parents were not keen on having her stay at home next year, so she needed a way out and by getting her pictures out there, she hoped to get a modeling job.


Hannah groans as she climbs into the shower cleaning herself up, she hoped that this photoshoot would be a lot tamer than yesterdays. Wrapping a towel around her she walks back into the bedroom, looking for something appropriate to wear, finally settling on some white panties, a white bra, another pair of jeans and a nice blouse. Hannah heads out into her back garden, enjoying the morning sun as she tries to resist going next door so early,... she would wait until this afternoon.
 
Alan got up early and fired up the coffee pot before hitting the shower . . . once in the hot shower he found himself caressing his balls and stroking his cock, picturing Hannah's naked tits in front of him. He dried off and put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt . . . expecting her anytime since he had told her to be here early; he wanted to use the morning sun for the first shots today . . . at 9:00 he starts getting upset, where the hell is she??
 
Hannah glances down at her cell, it already reading ten forty-five, Hannah figures that he should be up and ready by now, surely she did not have to wait any longer? Hannah rises slowly, heading over to his house, a little less excited than she was yesterday, she raises one small hand knocking on the door loudly as she waits for him to come and answer.
 
Lettin you in, I am obviously pissed off, "Where have you been? I told you to get here early because I wanted to take advantage of the early morning sun. I thought we had an agreement that you would do things the way I said . . . not the way you feel like. I'll have to think about what we are going to do today, you fucked up my plans!!!"
 
Hannah slips past him, a little.. no a lot surprised by the outburst. "I.. I'm sorry" she stutters outloud, she hadn't expected him to be mad at her. "I just didn't want to wake you so I thought that I would come over a little later" Hannah says, as she stands infront of him, looking down guiltily, she hadn't meant to ruin his plans, especially when he was going out of his way for her. "Sorry" she says one last time.
 
"OK, give me a few minutes to calm down and rethink this morning's shoot . . . get rid of the jeans and blouse and go wait for me on the deck."
 
Hannah looks at him in shock.. what did he mean? Was she supposed to put some different clothes on? Unsure of what to do, but deciding to let him calm down a little more, she walks out onto the deck, turning around and leaning against the side as she looks out at the garden as she waits for him to come and clarify.
 
Stepping out onto the deck . . . "Are you deaf too . . . I said, get rid the the jeans and blouse and wait for me on the deck . . . "
 
"I know its just.. I.. " Hannah trails of not able to think of a good enough excuse. She moves her hands to her jeans undoing the zip and sliding them all the way down her legs stepping out of them, looking everywhere but at him, she reaches up unbuttoning her blouse, extremely thankful that she had worn a bra today.

"Why do I have to take picture like this?" she asks, genuinly curious.
 
"Who said anything about taking a picture? You disobeyed . . . you got punished. Next time, I'll probably spank that tight little ass . . . the designers and photographers you want to work with in the modeling world won't put up with this stuff from you either . . . get used to it!!"
 
Hannah gasps loudly at his words, why would he make her do something as embarrasing as that.. for no apparent reason.. she had explained her reasons to him. But Hannah decides to say nothing, she just huffs loudly, grabbing her clothes, feeling even more embarrassed as she pulls them on quickly.

"Can you just take these photo's?" Hannah demands.
 
"Did I say we were going to shoot you in jeans again today? Annie, you have got to slow down and start following my direction . . . I'm the photographer here and you are the one who needs the help I can offer. Now go into the house and put on the long nightgown that you brought over yesterday . . . I will wait here and give you some privacy (this time) . . . and no bra . . . hurry."
 
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"Sorry" I mutter under my breath, mentally cursing myself, it seemed as though I was screwing up a LOT today.. maybe I didn't have what it takes. Heading back into the house, I strip down to my panties, before looking at the two nightgowns unsure of what to wear, walking to the doorway, I hold them out through the door, my back against the glass "which one do you want me to wear?" I ask.
 
"The longer one (for now) . . . I want to get some 'softer shots' of you lounging on the deck . . . very nice, but yet sexy shots . . . the kind that agencies want to see . . .OK?"
 
Hannah nods, relived that he had choosen the most tasteful nightgown, but she felt that she should ask.. to avoid messing it up again. Hannah slips the long nightgown over her head. It falling down to her knees and barely showing the rest of her body.

She throws the other nightgown down as she walks back out onto the deck, smiling over at him.
 
"OK, sweetie . . . nice to see a smile back on that pretty face . . . now just lie back on the lounge, looking off toward the back yard . . . just a nice casual pose . . good, I like that." Snapping off several shots from different angles.

"OK . . . pull the gown up a few inches . . . not too far, just showing a little leg above your knees . . . give me a sexy smile . . . lick you lips, they look better when they glisten a bit . . ."

"Good, very good . . ."
 
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