The Photoshoot Bet

I always thought a photo studio was just a white box with lights and a bunch of props. But today it turned into a trap I'd set for myself.

"Okay, you win," I muttered, standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but jeans. The key light hit my chest, picking out every breath. "So shoot, if that's what you want."

Anna stood by the tripod in a flimsy summer dress that barely covered her thighs. Her dark hair was yanked into a messy ponytail, and her eyes glittered with that victorious hunger. We'd made the bet a week ago: if she beat me at pool out at the cabin, I'd let her do a "special" shoot with me. Just the two of us. No husband. No filters.

"Not 'shoot,' Jake," she corrected softly, stepping closer. Her bare feet padded across the wood floor. "Say, 'undress for me.' Out loud."

I swallowed. Her perfume—sweet, with a hit of vanilla and something warm and female—was already clouding my head.

"Undress for me..." I breathed.

Anna smiled in a way that made something deep in my gut clench. She picked up the camera, but didn't start shooting. Instead, she walked right up to me, pressed her palm flat against my chest. Her fingers were hot.

"You're trembling," she whispered. "Are you scared, or already turned on?"

"Both," I admitted, feeling my cock start to harden against the denim.

She slowly undid the button on my jeans. The zipper came down with a quiet metallic hiss. Anna dropped to her haunches, tugging my jeans and boxers down together. My cock sprang free—half-hard, with a glossy bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"God, you're beautiful," she breathed from below. "I've imagined this so many times, all of us sitting around the same table. And now it's mine. At least for today."

Her breath burned my skin. Anna ran her tongue along the whole length, from base to tip, unhurried, like she was tasting me. I groaned and fisted a hand in her hair.

"Anna... are you really going to do this?"

"I want you, Jake," she murmured, kissing the head. "I've wanted you for two years. And you always acted like you didn't notice the way I watched you. Tonight you lost the bet. And I'm not stopping."

Then she took me into her mouth completely, all the way down to the root. Warm, wet lips wrapped tight around my shaft. The camera lay forgotten on the floor beside us. Anna sucked me with soft intensity, swirling her tongue around the glans, lapping at my balls, then swallowing me deep again. Saliva ran down my cock and dripped off her chin. I could hear her moaning, the rhythm of her breathing ragged.

"Take off the dress," I rasped. "I want to see all of you."

Anna stood up and pulled the dress over her head in one smooth motion. Underneath, she was naked. Only smooth, sun-gilded skin, heavy tits with dark swollen nipples, and a neat strip of hair above her pussy. She was already soaked—I could see the shine of her wetness along her inner thighs.

"Lie down on the backdrop," she whispered, nodding to the soft gray sweep we used for portraits.

I did. Anna climbed on top, lining me up and then sinking down inch by inch onto my cock. Her pussy was hot, tight, and ridiculously wet. She seated herself fully, and we both let out long, broken moans.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "You're so thick... you fill me completely..."

Her tits swayed in front of my face. I caught one nipple in my mouth, sucked and nipped while she began to rock her hips. Anna picked up speed, the sounds of sex filling the studio—skin slapping, her whimpers, my ragged breaths.

"Look at me," she demanded, leaning down close. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted. "Look at me while I ride you... while your wife never knows."

I gripped her firm ass, driving her down harder. She started to tremble, her clit grinding against my pubic bone on every stroke. Then she arched her back, clenched around me, and screamed—long and raw. Her pussy pulsed, flooding hot fluid over my belly and the backdrop. She squirted, gushing around my cock.

"I'm coming... Jake, I'm coming on your cock!" she wailed, still grinding.

I couldn't hold on. I flipped her onto her back, shoved back inside her deep and hard. Now I fucked her, staring into her eyes. Her legs locked around my waist, her nails raking down my back.

"Come inside me," she whispered between kisses. "Please... I want to feel you fill me up with your hot cum..."

A few more powerful strokes and I exploded. My cock unloaded in thick jets deep inside her. Anna clutched me, shaking, kissing my neck, my mouth, my shoulder.

We lay there for a long time, still connected. My cock slowly softened inside her, and cum trickled out onto the backdrop.

"That was the best lost bet of my life," I said quietly, tracing a finger down her sweaty spine.

Anna smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth.

"Then next time I'll win again. And we'll do it again. Except this time... I want you to film me coming all over your cock."

"Deal," I whispered, feeling the hunger already stirring again.