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My First Photoshoot

"You're not going to show these to anyone, are you?" I implored, as I hesitantly un-hooked my bra and let my bare breasts fall into view of the camera lens perched atop a tripod only a few feet in front of me. My lips pouted with an unconscious tremble, knowing this was the moment of my surrender. Regardless of how ingenuous an answer I received, this was the turning point, after which I could no longer be certain that photos of me in the nude would never find their way into the grubby hands of God-knows-whom. For weeks he had urged me to try this, just once. Urged? Flattered, wheedled, and fawned-over endlessly, until I had reluctantly given in to my boyfriend's pleas. I could feel the blush rising up my half-naked body, as the hot key lights raised a thin sheen of perspiration on my exposed skin. My nipples rose spontaneously at just the thought of what I was doing, and my hands instinctively covered my breasts again. "C'mon, baby!" my boyfriend said in response. "I'm all ready. Just give me a big smile!" I sighed and tried to shake off my nervousness and think of something to smile about. "Clasp your hands behind your head!" He directed, and I screwed a smile on my face, and struck a sexy pose, making my tits as perky as possible. The click, the flash, and the jump of my heart all happened at the same instant, and my first nude picture was in the camera. I felt a rush of exhilaration and felt very naughty, but it was suddenly a challenge. Being as apparently vain as I ...

... had thought I was modest, I wanted my pictures to be as sexy as possible, so I twisted into a different pose, and followed my boyfriend's every direction. I was anxious to see what I looked like, but I wondered again who else might see the photos, whether I consented or not. It wasn't that I didn't trust my boyfriend, but the internet was full of pretty girls who believed their pictures would never wind up in public view. "Now, turn around and drop your panties!" I was told. My bare bottom was nothing to be nervous about, I told myself. I had a nice butt and wore thongs in public, so why not show my ass for the camera? Besides, my tits would be almost out of view this way, and over-the-shoulder poses were always my best angle. Except once my panties came down, I knew what was coming next! I had told him before we started that I didn't want pictures of my pussy, but guys are guys! They nag, and beg, and flatter until we give in. And I always did. He had talked me out of my virginity, so I knew, sooner or later I'd succumb, if pressured. I thrust my ass out with my back arched back so my figure would be accentuated, and snap, snap, snap! I pushed my long, billowing hair up on top of my head, and flirted with the camera. But in the back of my mind, I was flirting with whoever else would see these 'glamor' photos of me someday. I knew it was wicked. I knew I was being naughty when I enjoyed other guys ogling my body at the beach, and walked as seductively as I could, just to drive ...