Photo Assistant Turns Bi

My name is Susan and I am 26 years old. I stand 5'4 and weigh 112 lbs. I have short blonde hair and green hazel eyes. My body is petite but my best feature in my opinion are my tits which are a perfect 34 c. I have slender hips and toned legs and small pretty feet.
I am straight, or I was straight before this story I'm about to tell you. I like guys and always have liked guys.
I could have turned into a nympho like my BFF Janet, but I was afraid that if I did that that I would lose interest in sex altogether. So I stuck with having sex once or twice a week which helped me to take the edge off, if you know what I mean.
I masturbated in between relationships with guys. I could get off pretty easily just by playing with my nipples and a few strokes of my clit and I was cumming really hard! I got so incredibly wet that I often had to put a towel down ahead of time or I would soak the sheet beneath me. (Hehehe) And when I would grow tired of that I would seek out a new guy in one of my classes.
My college roommate was a lesbian and tried to introduce me to girl-girl sex but I was not interested. No way! Yuck! Just the thought of that was a huge turn-off for me. She had a new girl come into her bed every weekend and I had to go to sleep with headphones on those nights to keep from hearing their slurping noises as they got each other off. The smell of pussy was ripe in the air, which I admit that I kind of enjoyed and I did sneak a couple peeks at the naked women from time to time as I masturbated.
I joined a sorority my freshman year called, Gamma Phi Alpha and developed some really good platonic friendships with other straight girls.
I dated a lot of guys in college. I gave my first blow job in my sophomore year and found that I really enjoyed it. I let the guy cum in my mouth but then spit his seed into the wastebasket. A few times I ended up swallowing the guy's cum and found that it wasn't as bad as some girls made it out to be. Overall though, I enjoyed dating a guy for a few months and then moving on to the next one. That was one good aspect of college, there was always a good looking guy just around the corner to have sex with or to blow to get my fix of cum. Anyway...
College was fun and I went to an art school in Boston. I majored in Photography. I seemed to have a good understanding of the way light was used to add depth and feeling to whatever was being photographed. I especially enjoyed photos in black and white. I got A's in everything photo related and when I graduated, I had visions of myself working for Vogue magazine or some other well known mega magazine.
Unfortunately, the real world doesn't work like that. I had to take whatever job I could get. I answered a lot of classifieds looking for a photo assistant and the applicants were usually in the dozens. Who knew that this field was so saturated with would be photographers? But I guess it's like any other field of study out there.
I had to work odd jobs just to make the rent, while continuing to pursue my dream of one day breaking into the field of photography. I, of course, continued to take photos wherever I went. My camera became a part of my body at times.
I answered another add for an photo assistant and went and submitted my application, but the strange thing was, there was no one there to receive it. I filled out the application and the enclosed questionnaire along with my resume, put it in an envelope and dropped it in the box on the desk.
I was quickly losing hope of getting into this field. 3 years had gone by since I graduated college and I was working two different waitressing jobs just to make ends meet, and my feet were killing me. I had to find something new fast or move home and admit defeat. God, this sucked! And to make matters worse, I hadn't been laid in close to a year! Fuck!
And then I got a call to come in for an interview with that no named photographer.
I showed up at this building that was kind of rundown in downtown Boston. I brought my portfolio and I was dressed sharply in a dark grey skirt suit with a white blouse. I took the elevator to the 3rd floor and when the door opened, I was in a large open space, with windows overhead.
I walked to the center of the area where a platform was set up with lights and furniture and I met the photographer, Peter. He had long curly black hair and dark eyes and reminded me of Eddie Van Halen in a way. He seemed nice and asked to see my portfolio. He was very professional and after commenting on a few of my pieces he asked when I could start and I was so floored by his asking that I blurted TODAY! (Do you think I seemed a little desperate? lol)
He told me that I should show up the next day instead. The pay started at $15/hr and I should wear comfortable shoes and clothes and bring a lunch and plan to work a 10 hour day. I shook his hand and went home and called my waitressing job and quit, but kept the other waitressing job on the weekend. I then laid all my clothes out for the following escort kocaeli day.
The next day when I showed up, it was at the same location. I was so nervous and it must have showed because he looked at me strangely before laying out my responsibilities. Peter was doing 3 back to back shoots and I was responsible for setting up the lights, arranging the set and catering to the models that showed up. Occasionally he would ask for my input, but mostly I just stuck to my duties. It was hard work but I was finally in the right place at the right time. And what a whirlwind it was!
As the weeks and months progressed, the photo shoots got seedier and seedier. Let me explain.
When I first started working for Peter, the models were both male and female and were dressed in different outfits. They would go into the dressing room and change clothes but they were always clothed. I was into my sixth week when the male models removed their shirts and the female models were down to their underwear. This was nothing new for me and I just rolled with it. I didn't mind this aspect of the job because I got pretty aroused looking at all the hot guys. It also helped fuel my late night masturbatory fantasies.
I guess it all depended on who the shoot was for. The company that wanted the pictures and such. So when I went into the dressing room and found a woman sitting there without her bra on, I averted my eyes and said, "sorry" as I started to exit. I figured she was changing outfits or something and I caught her mid-change. But she stopped me and said, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"What?" I stopped and said and I stammered another "S-sorry" and looked anywhere but at her.
So she stood up and took my hand and said, "Look at me Susan. It's okay. I won't bite."
So I looked up at Alex's face and she was smiling at me. So I smiled back.
"You're new to this aren't you. It's okay. I was nervous too the first time I saw a woman's breasts. I'm not a lesbian, so you have nothing to worry about here." She put me at ease with her honesty.
I took peeks at her breasts and sheepishly said, "You have nice looking breasts."
She laughed and cupped her tits in her hands and then let them drop and they jiggled. "Thanks. I think so too."
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Everyday there was a new model and I saw more and more naked breasts and I grew comfortable with it. It got so that I could have a conversation with the half clad model and not blush as I openly stared at their breasts. And then I met Amber.
It was a shoot for Playboy magazine and was going to be a full nude spread. Amber was a really beautiful brunette. She was 22 years old and stood 5'2" tall and weighed around 114 or so. She was really curvaceous and had big 38d breasts. I returned to the dressing room with a diet coke for her and she was looking all serious as she stared at herself in the mirror. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Oh Susan. It's hopeless. This next shoot calls for my breasts to sport erect nipples and nothing I do seems to get them to perk up. That's why I asked for the cold can of diet coke." She pouted as she took the ice cold can and rubbed it over her nipples. "Fuck!" She muttered under her breath.
She then looked at me and said, "Will you do me a favor?"
I brightened and said, "Sure, anything!"
"Will you touch my breasts? I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate." She pleaded.
"I don't know Amber. I'm not gay you know." I told her seriously.
"I know your not gay, but I'm desperate here! And if I can't get my nipples hard I won't get this shoot and be out $1000. Please!" She begged.
I thought what the heck and reached my hands up and touched her breasts with my finger tips. The only breasts I had ever touched were my own and I was feeling really awkward. But nothing happened to her nipples until Amber grabbed my hands in hers and pulled them onto her warm flesh. I was a bit startled as she forced my hands onto her big tits but found them to be very soft. She let go of my hands and said, "Go on and squeeze them Susan."
So I squeezed them in my hands. I liked how they felt and I felt myself getting aroused. And Amber seemed to enjoy it too as her breathing deepened.
"Harder." Amber encouraged me. So I squeezed them harder.
"Harder! She grabbed my hands again and squeezed my hands against her tits.
I was growing quite moist with her commands to grope her big tits.
"And now play with my nipples. Yes, that's it." She groaned.
So I did as she asked and her nipples began to grow erect as I roved my fingers back and forth over them. They grew about a half inch long and were thick like pencil erasers. I then started to pinch them between my thumb and index fingers. And Amber moaned, "Mmmmm." So I must have been doing something right. I liked the way they responded to my touch and surprisingly, I started to get more than a little wet.
I gave her nipples one last hard twist with my fingers and when I looked up at Amber, her gölcük escort face was flushed and she was breathing heavy. She smiled at me and hugged me and then left the dressing room. And I was left standing there in a daze and thoroughly turned on.
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Everyday was more of the same with the models and I helped quite a few of them to get their nipples erect with my hands and fingers. I actually liked it and looked forward to it more and more.
The following week, I got to see my first all nude shoot. It was pretty stimulating to watch as the female models removed their clothes and stood in various suggestive poses as Peter snapped away on his camera.
I remember being back in the dressing room with 3 gorgeous women who were all naked and chatting like it was no big thing. Talk about being a fly on the wall, I walked in just as Tera said, "Did you see the bulge the photographer was sporting as we did that last pose?"
Megan chimed in with, "I sure did and it made me more than a little moist. God, I would love to see the size of his dick without the confines of his pants."
"Stop it. You gals are making me horny." Sara giggled.
"You're not the only one. Susan's nipples look like they are ready to rip through her t-shirt." Tera laughed and all the others did too as they focused on my tits.
I blushed crimson and smiled sheepishly as I looked down and saw that my nipples were incredibly hard and showed prominently through my t-shirt. It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to wear a bra this morning.
"It's okay Susan. It's just us girls here." Sara winked at me before laying her hand on my forearm.
Her touch was electric and a strange feeling came over me. I grew really hot and sweat broke out on my brow.
"Go ahead dear and remove your t-shirt and let us feast our eyes on your beautiful breasts." Megan encouraged me. So I glanced at the entrance to the dressing room before pulling off my t-shirt.
"Oh my sweetie, I love the way your nipples stand up!" Tera said as the women ogled my tits.
"I bet Susan here would blow the photographer if she had the chance. Wouldn't you sweetie?" Megan chided me.
"I-I don't know. I wouldn't want to l-lose my job over it." I responded nervously.
Sara and Tera both touched my arms at the same time and said, "Don't worry sweetie, we are just having fun with you."
"You could easily be a model too with a rack like yours. What are you, a c-cup?" Megan asked me.
I blushed and said "Thanks for the compliment Megan. I am a c cup, but I could never take my clothes off in front of strangers."
And they all had a good laugh over that.
"You should think about it, because the money is really good for doing nudity." Tera said comfortingly.
"Really?" I asked.
And before I could do anything to stop it, Tera reached out and pinched my erect nipple. "Hey! Stop that!" I told her. It hurt but I felt my panties immediately become drenched.
What was happening to me?
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Things progressed well for another few weeks. I was now making $22/hr as a stand-in photographer for Peter since he was sick with the flu. I did my first shoot for Maxim magazine and the next day I did another shoot for Playboy.
It was bizarre taking photos of naked women. I never dreamed I'd ever be doing something like this. Not even in my wildest dreams. And it was great experience. I found myself getting more and more turned on as I took shot after shot of these gorgeous women.
I made some great connections with some very beautiful women and kept seeing the same ones again and again in Peter's studio. I even became friends with Amber and Tera and they invited me out to clubs with them. It was a lot of fun even though nothing sexual happened between us, the sexual chemistry was definitely there.
I had been working for Peter for a year and a half before I got introduced to my first XXX photo shoot with a famous porn star named Bonnie Rotten. She was scheduled to do a girl-girl shoot with another famous porn star named Piper Perri.
I don't know if you are familiar with Bonnie, but she is a beautiful brunette with short cropped dark hair. Her body is gorgeous. She is covered with tattoos and she gets really nasty in her movies. And Piper is a super petite blonde with tiny breasts and a hot little pussy who takes on the biggest dicks in the industry like it is no big thing.
Peter told me to do some research about them before the shoot began the following week. I was so excited and also really nervous to meet these famous porn stars, as you can imagine. I even masturbated as I watched their movies and began to fantasize about them in my dreams.
So Monday came and I showed up to the site early and prepared the dressing room exactly as Peter instructed me. I had all of the costumes ready and the snacks and such that the actresses liked to munch on.
Bonnie showed up first izmit sınırsız escort in a black biker jacket and skin tight leather pants and boots. She and Peter talked for a bit before he introduced me to her. I shook her hand nervously. I was so worried about screwing this up!
I took bonnie into the dressing room and showed her the outfit she would be wearing and was about to leave when she told me to sit and tell her about myself. So I told her about my love of photography while she took off her clothes. I had to help her take off her leather pants since they were nearly glued to her legs and as she scooched them off of her butt, I got a good look at her naked pussy up close. She smiled when she saw the look on my face. She then sat back and opened her legs and used her fingers to part her very thick pussy lips and said, "I have a very needy pussy." And stroked her clit and fingered herself right in front of me which made me blush.
She then laughed and stood up and walked around the dressing room like she was very comfortable being naked while I stole occasional glances at her many tattoos and great looking tits. I asked her about the spider web tattoos on each of her tits and said, "Did it hurt when they drew those?"
Bonnie laughed and said, "Hell yeah it hurt! But I loved every second of it. All of my tattoos hurt when they got inked. But pain is my friend and I get off on it." She then changed into her outfit and we waited for Piper Perri to show up.
The shoot was titled, "Wicked Perfection." Peter ducked his head in the dressing room and said, "Piper must be running late so why don't we get some shots of you first Bonnie."
The three of us went out to the set and he started to take some photos of Bonnie. He kept checking the watch on his wrist and muttering "Damn." And after an hour of this, he asked me to take some photos of Bonnie while he went to his office to make a few phone calls.
When Peter came back he looked upset. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Bonnie and said, "Piper isn't coming. I have tried contacting 3 other women who resemble Piper but none of them are available."
Bonnie then looked at me and said, "What about Susan here? She could stand in for Piper easily."
Peter looked at me and clapped his hands together and said, "What do you think Susan? Can you help us out?"
"What? Me? No, no, no. No Way! I-I can't. I'm not gay. Hmm-mm." I blurted before retreating to the dressing room. I was in shock and near hysterics when Bonnie entered the dressing room.
She came over to me and put her arms around me and hugged me to her. "It's okay Susan. Shhh, shhhh." She whispered comfortingly.
Her touch was so gentle and she smelled so good, like raspberries and cinnamon. I calmed down almost immediately. She then put her hands on either side of my shoulders and said, "You're beautiful. You know that?"
"I-I am? I mean, you really think I am?" I asked shyly.
"Yes you are. In fact you are more than beautiful, you are hot. Damn Hot!" She told me confidently.
"But how can I do this shoot with you? I'm not a lesbian." I questioned her.
"It's okay sweetie. I'm not a lesbian either." She smiled.
"Y-you're not? But I've seen your movies and you've done girl-girl stuff before." I said.
"Most of that is camera angles and make believe. It's not real. And neither is this photo shoot. Trust me. Will you trust me on this Susan?" Bonnie comforted me with her words.
I felt so much better but I was still unsure. She walked behind me and helped me out of my clothes until I was naked. I felt her breasts press into my back as she started kissing along my neck. She then reached her arms around me and cupped my breasts in her hands and started to play with my nipples. I closed my eyes and welcomed her touch and opening my eyes I decided to give it a try.
Bonnie helped me into my costume. She was in black and I was in white. And we walked out together to the set hand in hand.
Peter started taking pictures as soon as we entered the stage and most of the shots were just as she told me, make believe. Except for the kissing. That was for real and I just about melted as her tongue entered my mouth. I kissed her back and wanted more of her.
Her hands cradled my breasts and mine cradled hers and then she tore off my blouse and her mouth attached onto my erect nipple. I then did the same to her costume and pretended to bite her nipple as Peter took photo after photo of us.
I was definitely aroused as the photo shoot progressed and Bonnie tore off my panties with her hand before cupping my crotch. Her touch was electric and I craved to feel her fingers enter my pussy lips, but she never did. I was on fire between my legs and needed her to finger me. So I put her hand back on my crotched and whispered in her ear, "Take me Bonnie. Dominate me and make me yours."
Bonnie stood back and looked at me and smiled before reaching her hands out and grabbing my hard nipples in her fingers. She twisted and pulled on my erect nipples harder and harder until I cried out, "Oh Fuck!" And tears dripped out of my eyes.
Bonnie licked up my tears and kissed me hard on the lips and bit my bottom lip as her thigh pressed hard against my pussy.