Erica Loves It (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Erica Loves It (Part 1)

... asked a few questions before blindly going along. But what the hell, I could use the extra money. Thursday finally got here and as the day wore on Bob was as nervous as a cat. The more nervous he became the calmer I grew as by now I had a few ideas of my own. Just before closing Bob came to me and said, “Now during this shoot if you should happen to spring a boner or anything just try to act like nothing's wrong. When we're done you can take care of your, um, problem and I won't say anything about it. In fact, I may join you.” “Thanks, Bob,” I smiled. The fact that he'd just given me permission to masturbate on the premises was more than enough to tell me what the shoot was about. I thought more about what he'd said about joining me and I thought the whole event was really looking up. Bob was a very nice man, about ten or fifteen years older than me. He was almost six feet tall and weighed approximately one hundred eighty pounds with short curly blonde hair and brown eyes. And now I was wondering how I would describe his more masculine physical attribute since I'd never seen it. Hell, except for porn and gym class I'd only seen one other in my entire life and had never touched another guy's cock although I'd often fantasized about them. When the day's shooting was over we set up the lights for tonight and then Bob started placing tripods about the area. I knew he usually used one hand held camera for his work but this time was different. Now he had four still image cameras ...

... on tripods and he also had his favorite still image camera setting out for his own use. As well as these cameras there were two digital video cameras so maybe he wanted me to use one of them. It was close to six when someone knocked on the door. That someone was a very pretty blonde woman and behind her was a good looking guy. “I think they're here, Bob,” I announced. He came flying to the front to let them in just as four other guys walked up behind the first couple. “Come on in!” Bob said as he opened the door. “Go on back through those doors to the studio,” he beamed and pointed in the direction. I lead the way and Bob followed the group. Almost as soon as we stepped into the studio the woman took off her dress and revealed that she didn't have on a stitch beneath it. All she was wearing now was a pair of spiked high heels. “Come on guys, don't be shy, get those clothes off and let me see what I'm getting,” she said, laughing as she walked around. “Bob, it looks like you've got your shit together a lot better than the last guy we used. Hell, most of the shots were too dark to see anything,” she grinned and stroked one of the cocks. “DO a good job and I can guarantee you'll get several more shoots.” “I think you'll like my work,” he grinned back at her. “Just make sure you get all the action and the cum shots, especially when it drips out of my ass or pussy. Oh, and make sure you get the cum on my tits and face. The more money shots we get the better it pays. Now when I get ...