Picture Perfect

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Picture PerfectI woke slowly, aware of a flash of light. I groggily half opened my eyes as another flash occurred. I dimly recalled drunkenly finishing off the bottle of Pinot Grigio at around 4 am as I skyped my girlfriend back in the UK. We’d spent about an hour masturbating together, watching each other slide slippery juicy fingers into our respective pussies, urging each other onto our orgasms both visually and with a stream of obscenities. We’d been apart for two weeks, ever since I’d left the UK to visit my parents in the Middle East where they lived as Ex-Pats. The last thing I remembered was jamming the handle of my ‘old faithful’ hairbrush deep into my sodden slit, my orgasm smashing through my over stimulated brain, my ejaculate streaming past the handle and running down the crack of my arse, soaking the sheet below.Now here I was face down, my legs spread wide, my newly dyed candy floss pink hair covering my face. Again there was a flash, I realised at last what it was, someone was taking pictures of my nakedness and it could only be one person. Carl, my step father!The thought sent waves of lasciviousness crashing through my still alcohol flooded and sex swamped brain. I reflexively squeezed my legs together causing a jolt of pleasure in my clit. I needed to see him. Needed to see his arousal as he captured images of my sex. Maybe he was stroking his long hard cock as he did it?I moved my legs together and contrived to let him think I was stirring slightly in my sleep as I rolled onto my side pausing briefly before rolling fully onto my back. Legs together my left hand resting on my flat tummy.Yes, there was someone in the shadows at the foot of the bed by the door, it must be him.He had on a pair of black shorts, his usual mode of dress when in the villa. His tanned chest above his slightly thickened waist glistening with a sheen of sweat and sure enough he had his left hand down the front of his shorts. I looked through narrowed eyelids trying not to alert him to my wakefulness as he purposefully jerked his cock, the other hand holding his iPhone. Another flash, this one caught an image of me lying diagonally across the bed legs almost demurely tight together, just revealing the v of my sex, with maybe the possibility of a peek of my freshly shaved lips. I continued to feign sleep, barely able to see him as he moved closer bahis siteleri canlı towards the foot of the bed. I felt his moist fingers gently grip my lower leg, just around the ankle. He gently manoeuvred my right leg away from my left then pushed it up towards me, bending it at the knee. He released his grip and I allowed my leg to fall limply, opening a clear unobstructed view to my wet pink depths. I heard a sharp intake of breath and then…….”Fucking hell” I heard him utter as he drank in the sight of my wet, still swollen, open labia.One, two, three flashes ensued, as he moved ever closer to my sex with his phone.I then felt him grip my left hand as he moved it down to my open slit and positioned my fingers in the open cleft. He was obviously convinced I was still dead to the world as he opened me with one hand and insinuated a couple of my fingers into my sloppy sex.I groaned and taking control of my hand I moved it back across the flat plain of my tummy and then pushed it back down as if i was stretching and stopped with my fingers just above my clit. He repositioned my hand and curled my forefinger down between my gaping lips with the other fingers on my spread lips. I sensed the camera flash again and again. The touch of my fingers and the thought of his face so close to my sex, being able to smell its musky scent was accelerating my arousal. My fingers rubbed my clit roughly as if I was u*********sly rubbing myself in my sleep. I distinctly felt my clittoral hood withdraw as my clit emerged, the stimulation of my fingers and the ‘wrongness’ of the situation bringing me to full arousal.Four more flashes as he captured the sight of me masturbating in my sleep for him. Or so he thought, I was actually masturbating for me! And through my slitted eyes I could clearly see that he was masturbating for me too!As I gently stroked my slit he stood up and pulling the front of his shorts down he revealed his hard cock to me through my slitted eyes. It was enormous, as he pulled his foreskin back revealing its purple head. There was a definite sheen of pre-cum glistening on the glans reflecting in the dim light in my room. He started a slow wank, pulling the skin forcefully back, drops of moisture clearly visible on the tip. His breath intensified and he wanked his cock faster and faster as he watched my fingers canlı casino siteleri still busy on my clit. He moved round the side of my bed and knelt on the floor beside it. I felt his moist mouth encircle my left nipple the touch of his lips and tongue bringing it to full erection, the areola crinkling as blood suffused the entire nipple. I felt that familiar bolt of electricity travel from where he was sucking directly to my clit. I moaned quietly as he continued to suck and lightly bite me. He moved his mouth away and then gently blew on me, his relatively cool breath causing further stimulation to my already over-stimulated sexual pleasure centre. I watched him as he stood up beside my bed still furiously wanking himself as he continued to watch me masturbating in what he thought was my sleep. The sight of his hard cock gripped tightly in his hand was driving me insane with lust as i continued watching him watching me. He knelt forward on the edge of the bed positioning his cock just over my stiff-nippled tits. With a primeval grunt he pulled his foreskin right back, stretching the skin really tight and unloaded a prodigious load of cum, splashing it across my tits and over my flat belly, a goodly rope splashing onto my face. He fell to his knees again breathing heavily. I slowed my rubbing and just lay there my clitoris buzzing and tingling, dying for me to give it the few rubs it needed to unleash my own orgasm. But I wanted total freedom of action to make that happen. I wasn’t ready for Carl to see me wanking in any other way than in what he fondly imagined was my sleep. I just knew that if I made myself cum, he would know that I was no longer sleeping.His orgasm over, his breathing now steady, he scuttled back towards the door and left the room.I reached down with my free hand and licked some of his spunk into my mouth from my nipple, savouring the sweet saltiness and holding it in my mouth, I’d often fantasised about tasting his cum. in fact I’d fantasised about him fucking me for about five years, ever since I’d seen him and mum fucking on holiday in Italy. I collapsed back onto the bed as he reappeared, a warm washcloth in hand. He then proceeded to sponge off all evidence of his ejaculate from my body. I sighed and rolled my head to one side concealing the rope of cum on my cheek.Satisfied he had removed all casino oyna evidence of his i****tual behaviour from my body he took another three pictures of me, my legs spread and my pussy gaping in arousal, a small stream of moisture running down between my bum cheeks onto the sheet. He then left my room closing the door quietly behind him.I rolled once more onto my back and spread my legs wide, reaching up to my face I spat the cum from my mouth onto my hand and scooped the remainder from my face creating a small puddle in my palm. Then using this as a lubricant I reached once more down to my cunt and massaged the load into and onto my gaping lips. Now free of any inhibitions I continued to use every trick I had ever learnt to bring myself to my orgasm. I put all the fingers of my right hand together and insinuated it into myself. I was so ready, my labia widened and permitted my entire hand to slide in to my waiting cunt. The stretching felt wonderful,
I fantasised it was his huge cock stretching me so wide. I was filled to my absolute capacity as I hand-fucked myself, my pointed hand fisting me desperately. I rolled half onto my right side? With my other hand i reached around behind my bum and felt my tight little arsehole. It was already slick with my emissions so I wasted no time and pushed two fingers straight into it. This was the final stimulus I needed? In seconds it seemed, I felt a crashing orgasm sweep through my body, the combined actions of my hand and my fingers conspiring with the sexual overload of Carl photographing me, to once more cause me to have the most mind-numbing orgasm, my juices squirting out of me in a mini fountain soaking the sheet beneath me.I doubt Carl had the remotest idea that he’d just given me so much more pleasure than he had exacted from watching and filming my staged u*********s masturbation. I lay there my on my back for a while, my brain trying to absorb what had happened. I wonder just how long Carl had stood there taking pictures of my nakedness before I became aware of the flashes. Was this the first time or had he done it before? More exciting was the question as to whether he would do it again. If so, how could I increase my enjoyment, if that was even possible. I’d just had one of the most intense orgasms of my 18 years.I am so looking forward to the next morning picture session. In future I decided, I would always sleep nude and would leave my door slightly ajar. After all, why make it difficult for my new nocturnal lover?The only question that remained as I drifted back into a fully satisfied sleep was, how could I access the pictures?

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