Jason Master
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🕑 Added 2024-12-08 07:10:34 +0000 UTCYes take picture for the old store owner
Feeling a mix of excitement and dread, I nodded my consent, allowing the old store owner to capture my image in the skimpy maid costume. He pulled out an old-fashioned camera with a long lens, the kind that photographers used in studios, and began to circle me, snapping pictures from every angle. His eyes were glued to my body, drinking in the sight of my curves and the way the fabric clung to my flesh. Each click of the camera felt like a small victory and defeat at the same time.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, stand up and let's see how you look in this pose."
He positioned me in front of the mirror, pushing my chest forward and placing a hand on the small of my back to arch it. The costume's tight corset pushed my non existent breasts together, creating a tantalizing cleavage of the frilly neckline. The short skirt barely covered my ass, and the stockings hugged my legs like a second skin, highlighting the curve of my thighs and the length of my legs. The boots added a touch of dominance to the otherwise submissive outfit, making me feel both powerful and vulnerable.
The camera flashed again and again, the sound echoing off the cluttered walls of the office. Each flash illuminated my nakedness under the flimsy outfit, making me feel like a slutty model on a photoshoot. Despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through me as he photographed me in such an intimate and degrading way. The idea of being displayed on his website for other men to see was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
He instructed me to lean over the chair, giving him a better view of my ass and the stocking-covered crotch. I complied, feeling my heart race and my clitty cock pussy throb with anticipation. The old man's eyes were glued to my reflection in the mirror, and I could see his excitement growing. He was getting off on this, and so was I. The thought of him jerking off to these pictures later was somehow turning me on even more.
As he took the last few shots, I couldn't help but wonder what would come next in this twisted game of dress-up and barter. Would he ask for more? Would I give in? The tension in the room was palpable, and my body was begging for relief. I could feel my nipples harden against the fabric of the costume. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable evening at Moe's Costumes.
The old man set down his camera and handed me a feather duster. "Why don't you start with the bookshelf over there?" he suggested, his eyes still glued to my body. I took the duster and began to clean, the flimsy costume doing nothing to hide my curves as I bent over to reach the lower shelves. Each stroke of the feathers against the dusty books sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel his gaze burning into me. He picked up the camera again and started taking more pictures, this time capturing my ass in motion as I worked. I felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, knowing that he was getting off on watching me clean his office like a good little maid. My cheeks were flushed, and my cock was getting a little hard with each passing second. The act of cleaning for him was oddly erotic, and I couldn't help but move with a seductive sway, hoping to entice him even more. His lecherous grin in the mirror told me it was working.
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