Say Cheese
Morgan put up the last of the photo equipment. She set the color resolution to 75. This particular person had opted for a negative resolution but 75 was as close as she could get the camera without making the photos themselves black and white. She sat down on the fedora and calculated how much film she would need. She decided five rolls of Nikon would do the trick. The lights on the set were dim with peach gels and the background was plain beige. For posing, the subject had wanted only a stool which Morgan had obliged. She was eager to meet Bill. She thought he was sexy and had always wanted to capture him on film. He'd do nicely with his dark eyes and toned skin. She worked with him once but only as a shuttle bug. From what she knew, with make up he was completely flawless.
There was a knock at the door and Morgan rose to her feet to answer it. It was Bill. He looked astonishing in his slacks and tight black shirt. He smiled. "Hello."
Morgan swallowed. "Hello."
She shook his hand and let him into the studio. He looked around. "Wow, this was just what I wanted."
"Oh good, I was hoping so."
Bill turned and looked at her. He grimaced and put his hands on his hips. "You're the photographer, right?"
"Yeah. My name is Morgan."
"Okay, well, I guess we should get started." He raised an eyebrow. "Morgan."
Morgan blushed and followed him to the set where he sat down on the stool. She went to the camera and stood behind it. "Okay, Bill. There isn't going to be much flash. There are only peach gels on those lights."
"Oh, that's okay. Hey, could I stand?"
Morgan stood up all the way. "Sure whatever you'd like, Mr. Kaulitz."
"Call me Bill."
"Okay, Bill. Um... yeah, stand beside the stool or something."
Bill stood up and leaned over the stool. His waistline swerved around. He raised an eyebrow. "Good?"
"Yeah, just right there. That's good." She said and snapped a photo. She rewound the film.
Bill grinned. "While you're rewinding that, there's this pose I've always wanted to try."
"Okay."
"Could I?"
Morgan shrugged. "Sure."
Bill went around the stool and smiled at Morgan. "You watching?"
"Yes."
Slowly he unfastened his slacks and slid the zipper down. He opened them a little and looked up. "Well?"
Morgan could feel herself blushing. She was also breaking out into a sweat. She cleared her throat, "Um- Well, I mean, the audience for this particular spread will- Erm, be around the age of-"
"I mean for you."
Morgan laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch that."
He walked over to her and whispered. "For you. Now give me your hand."
Morgan said nothing and allowed Bill to take her hand and place it over his boxers. He was hard. She rolled her eyes. "Bill, you don't want me."
"Don't tell me what I don't want. I know what I want. You feel that? I wouldn't have a hard on if it weren't for you."
"But I didn't do anything."
"Morgan, you want me. I know you do."
Morgan swallowed. "I can't-"
Bill stared into her eyes. "Yes, you can. I didn't come here for a photo shoot. Don't you remember working with me before?"
"Yes, but I didn't know-"
"I wanted you then and I want you now, Morgan."
"Bill-"
"Touch me, Morgan. You want to and you know it."
"Oh God."
Bill kissed her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. He lifted his hands up her sides then found her breasts and squeezed them. She broke the kiss. "I can't."
She watched as Bill's face twisted and he shoved her against the wall. He reached down her jeans and played with her clit. She writhed and whined. "Bill, my God."
"Told you that you wanted it."
Finally, Morgan said, "I do want it. Oh God, Bill. I want it."
Bill grinned. "Good. Want this?" He asked as he inserted a finger into her opening. Morgan yelped. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He thumbed her clit, torturing her. He was grinning at her. He fingered her hard, listening to her groan at his touch.
"Bill, unh-."
"That's it." He said softly, kissing her neck. With his free hand, he skillfully removed her shirt and bra. He devoured her nipple, taking it into his warm lips. He continued to finger her.
"Fuck me, Bill."
"Nuh-uh. Not yet." He said and removed his hand from her. He held her hand and smiled. "You okay?"
"Huh? Yes, my God yes."
"Good." He grinned. "Come with me."
She followed him to the back part of the studio where there were mirrors. Also, there was a bag. His bag. He sat down on the floor cross-legged with it. He looked up at Morgan. "Come sit by me." He said as he pat the floor beside him.
She sat down and he thumbed her nipples and caressed the sides of her breasts with his palms. He stopped, smiled and continued to look in his bag. He found what he was looking for. Cake icing.
"Uh, Bill?" Morgan asked with a giggle.
"Yeah?"
"Do you take that with you everywhere?"
"Only to see you." She blushed again. "Lay down." He told her. She obeyed.
She watched as he dipped two fingers into the icing and pulled some out. He rubbed it around her nipples. She groaned. His touch felt so good. It numbed her and made her wet between the legs. Just looking at him turned her on. "Take off your jeans." He instructed.
He dipped his hand back into the icing and got some more while she kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans from her body. Bill stared for a moment. He smiled.
She giggled but stopped when he ran the icing over her clit then up her hips. He hovered above her for a moment before he licked the icing from her nipples. Goosebumps formed on her body. He worked his way down and reached between her legs. He spread them apart and lapped at the icing. He put two fingers inside of her and ate her at the same time.
"Oh Bill-" She groaned.
She ran her fingers through his hair. She wanted him. She wanted this man. This sexy man. And he wanted her. She looked down and saw his body was moving, his hips adjusted to get comfortable. He caught her clit with his lips and sucked on it. She pulled roughly at his hair and arched her back, moaning hard and thrashing her head. He felt so good she wanted to cry. She felt a wave of orgasm come over her. "Bill ... God ... YES!" she screamed and the orgasm came, locking her body. When it was over, she relaxed.
Bill stopped too and crawled up to her slowly. He had icing on his lips. He was adorable.
"You like that?" he smiled.
"Yes." She laughed.
"Do I look ridiculous?"
"Yes." She laughed again.
"Hey!" He said as he laughed. He kissed her again, more gently this time. She licked the icing from his lips. He tasted of her cum too and she licked her lips.
"Hmmmm." She said.
"What?"
"What do you mean what? I need to give you something in return."
"No you don't, I-" he stopped as her hand cupped over his erection. She pulled it out of the opening and began to stroke it. She cocked her head and looked up at him. He was grinning, but his bottom lip was quivering.
"You like that, Bill?"
"Uhhhhh-huhhhh. Yessss."
Morgan giggled.
"Morgan?"
"Hmmmmmmm?"
He stood up. His penis stuck out of his shorts and jeans, standing up with an erection. He pulled Morgan to her knees and looked down at her. "Suck my dick."
"Take off your pants first."
Bill grinned happily and quickly took off his jeans and shorts and his shoes. He stood in front of her naked. He was magnificent. She reached behind her and found the icing. She took some out and put it in her mouth then wrapped her mouth around his erection
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh." He responded.
His knees bent, weakening. She grabbed his ass and steadied him then with her tongue pushed the icing around his shaft and head. He let out a loud groan. Morgan pumped her tongue back and forth then followed the pattern with her head. He whined and moaned noisily. She looked up at him. His eyes were strained and he was chewing his bottom lip. She swallowed the icing, giving him a new sensation and he thrust his head back and groaned. She squeezed his ass.
"Morgan, I'm-"
He came. The bitter taste of his orgasm mixed with the sweetness of the icing filled Morgan's mouth. She swallowed it all.
"Ah, God." He said still excited.
When he calmed down and she had let go of his penis and had sat on her knees he looked at her. "Jesus Christ, where did you learn to do that?"
Morgan shrugged. "Girl scouts."
"Shit. Damn. Stand your ass up."
Morgan stood and Bill grabbed her and guided her to the dancing barre where ballerinas exercised. She was looking at herself in the mirror. Bill stood behind her. His arms around her waist.
"Want me?" He asked as he rubbed his cock on her clit.
"Oh God, Bill. Yes." She moaned.
He smiled and thrust inside of her. He an impressive size but he felt good. She held onto him and watched as he stroked her body. She looked back at his face. He was sweating. He kissed her softly.
"Make me cum again, Morgan." He told her. She grabbed him and squeezed him tightly. She wrapped her legs around his waistline.
She whispered. "Cum for me, Bill."
Bill quickened his pace.
"Cum for me."
He grunted and quickened his pace.
"Fuck, you feel good. Ah damn-" He growled.
He closed his eyes and his lips parted. Finally, he opened his eyes.
"I'm cumming." He told her, staring her straight in the eyes.
She felt his dick release and he pulled out and sprayed it onto her stomach.
He laughed. "There. Now you've had a bath Bill style."
Her legs were trembling and she needed help getting off the barre so he lowered her and put his arm around her for support.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You were amazing." Bill laughed and they went to their clothes and put them on.
"Well," Morgan said. "Shall we finish the photo shoot?"
"We already did." He grinned.
"I don't understand."
Bill dug in his bag and pulled out a small video camera. "We already did."