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                                  Casual/photog
                                          Photographer, The
                   	The classified ad in the paper hadn't said much.  Just "Model
              wanted. Young, noticably pregnant a requirement.  PO Box 2347".  Seeing
               as you fit the description, you wrote an introductory letter and sent
                it in.  A few days later, the phone rang.  The man on the other end
               introduced himself as David and asked to set up a meeting.  He said he
              would pay you for your time.  Since you needed the money, you agreed to
                          meet him at his studio Friday evening at eight.
                 	Now you are standing at his door, looking for the bell.  It is a
                  large steel sliding door on the upper floor of an old warehouse
              downtown.  Clearly, David's studio is in a loft.  You finally just knock
               on the door.  A moment later, the door slides open and light from the
               hall spills across a hardwood floor.  The studio is dimly lit and you
                                      can't see anyone there.
                      	"Hold on, let me get the lights," you hear a voice say.
              Suddenly, bright overhead lights come on, exposing the entire loft.  You
                    walk in and look around.  David is standing there, smiling.
                                   	"You must be Trish," he says.
                	"Uh, yeah.  You must be David," you reply, slightly uncomfortable.
                   	David is about six feet tall, a good eight inches taller than
               you.  He has short black curly hair and a young but weatherbeaten face
              that has crinkles at the eyes and mouth.  You can tell that he laughs a
               lot.  He has a well toned and muscled body; you can see his wide chest
                straining at the black commando's sweater he's wearing.  He has on a
               baggy pair of black fatigue trousers.  His bare feet even look strong;
                                his toes grip the floor as he walks.
                 	The loft studio is much nicer than you expected, given the looks
                of the building outside.  The front of the loft is obviously David's
                apartment.  The kitchen is set aside from the rest of the room by a
                wrap-around countertop.  It sits to the right of the door.  The door
               itself is halfway between the front and back walls.  The furniture is
               comfortable and modern.  There is a long couch that surrounds a coffee
              table in front of a fireplace.  The entire front wall is glass, looking
                out over the city.  On the far wall is a raised platform with steps
                leading up to it.  On top of the platform, which sits six feet high,
               is a waterbed.  Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom.  Oddly,
               there are no walls around it.  It's shielded from the front windows by
              the bed platform, but it is open to the rest of the apartment.  There's
              a sink, cabinet, mirror, commode and an old iron free-standing bathtub.
                  	The walls are brick, from the floor to eight feet up.  Then the
               walls are white up to the 15 foot ceiling.  The ceiling is white too,
               and track lights reflect off of it to fill the room with a soft glow.
                      	"Tea?"  David is standing in the kitchen holding a pot.
                 	"Please," you respond, walking along the brick walls, looking at
                the pictures hanging there.  Many are covers from famous magazines.
                Many others are pictures of nature scenes.  Sprinkled among them are
               pictures of women in seductive poses, or wearing suggestive clothing.
                  	David sets your tea down on the table and invites you to have a
                 seat.  He walks to the wall and turns a dimmer switch, dimming the
               lights to a dull glow.  "There's a storm coming; I want to watch it."
                   	You look out the window and see flashes of lightning.  David
               retreives his own tea from the kitchen and sits sideways on the couch,
                                            facing you.
                            	"Tell me about yourself," he asks quietly.
                  	You tell him about your school and your hobbies.  He has a lot
               to talk about; seemingly, he has an interest in everything.  You talk
               about accounting and running.  You talk about swimming and skydiving.
                You watch the storm.  David has a quick smile and a gentle laugh and
               after a couple of hours you feel very comfortable with him.  He keeps
                                         you teacup filled.
                 	"You have neat pictures," you say after talking for a few hours.
                    	David smiles a thanks.  "Let's go take some pictures."  He
                                 stands up and offers you his hand.
                   	You take his hand and stand up.  David leads you by the hand
               back into the dark back half of the loft.  He reaches out and turns a
                 switch someplace and a few lights come on.  There are strobes with
               reflectors lined up neatly along the wall.  There is black shag carpet
              on part of the floor and white on another.  David leads you over to the
                           black carpet and sits you down in the middle.
                   	You watch as David turns to a control panel on the wall.  The
              lights come up further, including some focused on you, and soon you are
                 at the center of attention.  David opens a cabinet and takes out a
                 camera.  He sits down on the floor in front of you and takes a few
                  pictures.  "Good choice of clothes," he mentions between shots. 
                   	You are wearing a white maternity shirt with a bright yellow
               maternity jumper over it.  You feel the warmth of the lights on you as
               David moves around, photographing you from different angles.  Every so
               often, he reaches out and adjusts your position, moving a hand here or
              adjusting the angle of your head there.  He sets you so your one leg is
              drawn up with the other crossed under it.  He places your hands on your
              knee and rests your chin on your hands.  Oddly, your heart beats harder
               as he moves your body around and you find yourself admiring the fluid
                                   grace with which David moves.
                  	David takes a few more pics in that pose and has you lean back
               on your hands.  Your breath catches in your throat as he unbuttons one
              shoulder strap on your jumper and re-adjusts it so the front left corner
                is hanging down, showing the swollen curves of your enlarged breast
              through the shirt.  David leans back and takes a few more pictures.  He
               pauses and sets the camera down on the carpet.  He slides over next to
                     you and puts his hand on your raised knee and squeezes it.
                                   	"Are you doing ok," he asks.
                  	Your heart is pounding and you can't seem to catch your breath.
                You feel beads of sweat break out across your stomach and legs.  You
              realize that his touch and his closeness have aroused you considerably;
               you can feel your damp cotton lace panties rubbing against your thigh.
                                     You manage a breathy yes.
                   	David smiles.  "Good."  Never breaking eye contact with you,
               David reaches down and ever so slowly pulls up the hem of your jumper,
               showing your leg.  Inch by inch, he exposes your raised leg, till the
               material is halfway up your thigh.

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  You have been holding your breath
                 the whole time and now you part you lips and breath in unsteadily.
               David kneels a few feet away and takes a few more pictures.  You watch
                                 as the bulge in his crotch grows.
                  	David tells you to kick off your shoes and stand up.  You pull
              your shoes off and stand.  At David's instructions, you turn to the wall
              and pull up your jumper until your ass is exposed.  The camera clicks as
                David shoots more pictures.  There is a pause and David tells you to
               hold that pose.  You hear clunking and banging around, so you steal a
               look over your shoulder.  David is setting up movie cameras and making
               sure the lighting is right.  Not VCRs, movie cameras, with real film.
                David turns the cameras on and picks up his 35mm again.  He snaps a
              picture of you looking back over your shoulder and instructs you to turn
              around.  You face directly into on camera.  David moves a little closer
               and asks you to undo the other strap on your jumper.  You drop the hem
                        and reach up, flipping the button through the hole.
                  	The front of the jumper falls down and the straps fall down the
              back.  The white maternity shirt you are wearing is a little too small,
                  so it clings to the curves of your enlarged breasts.  On David's
              instructions, you reach up and slowly unbutton the shirt.  You pull the
               tail out and leave it hanging.  Your breathing is shallow and you can
               feel your pulse pounding in your chest.  Your underwear is soaked and
                       you stare at David, waiting for the next instruction. 
                	David tells you to step out of the jumper.  You reach down and pull
              the top edge down over your stomach and let it fall to the floor.  David
              sets his camera on the floor and stands.  He pulls his sweater off over
              his head, showing off his hairless, well-defined chest.  He tells you to
              strip off the rest of your clothes.  Quickly, you pull off your panties
               and let your shirt fall to the floor.  By the time you've dropped your
             bra next to your shirt, David is almost in front of you.  He walks up and
          wraps his arms around you, pulling your body against his.  He holds you tightly
            as his mouth opens against yours and his tongue probes forcefully into your
            mouth.  You moan, sucking on his tongue while you scratch his back with one
                              hand and rub his cock through his pants.
               	You shudder as David slides a hand around to your chest and squeezes
            a breast.  Drops of milk glisten on the tips of your excited nipples.  Your
             hands shake as you unbutton his pants and sink to your knees, pulling his
           pants down around his ankles as you go.  Free of it's cotton prison, his cock
            throbs in your face, veins pulsing, it's head oozing a drop of fluid.  David
             takes your head in his hands as you wrap yours around his body, clenching
             his ass.  You open your mouth and guide the head of his cock in with your
           tongue.  David shivers as you suck his rod all the way in, biting down around
            the base with your teeth and pressing it up against the roof of your mouth.
            David moans and pulls your hair as you pull back, dragging your teeth along
            the length of his cock.  You reach the head, sucking madly, and pause to run
            your tongue in circles around the tip.  It is too much for David and he rams
             himself back down your throat with a cry.  You swallow it whole and run a
           finger around his asshole, biting at the shaft in your mouth.  David cries out
             again and thrusts harder against your face, shoving him another half inch
           into your mouth as he comes.  You pull your mouth off his cock as he's coming,
                       spilling semen down over your chin, neck and breasts.
                 	David sinks to his knees on the carpet in front of you with semen
            dripping from his half-erect cock.  He watches as you lie back on the floor,
             never breaking eye contact.  With your left hand you massage your breasts,
             squeezing drops of mild from the nipples.  You slide your right hand down
            over the six-month buldge in your stomach to your moist, unsatisfied pussy.
            David leans back and picks up his camera again; he leans forward and nudges
              your legs apart so he can get some close up shots.  You spread the lips
              of your pussy with your fingers and lightly brush your fingertip across
             your clit.  Soon, you are moaning and thrusting your hips up against your
           fingers; you have control, though.  You maintain the light brushing movements,
            barely touching your clit, teasing it to a frenzied climax.  You are moaning
             loudly now and you scream as you orgasm; your thrashing muscles lift your
             shoulders from the carpet and your hips pump furiously against your hand.
                 	You roll over on your knees with your ass facing David; your head
              and chest rest on the carpet.  You reach back with your hands and spread
                                        your ass and thighs.
                 	"Take me, dammit," you rasp hoarsly at David, "fuck me, fuck me,
                fuck me.  I want your cock pounding into my cunt.  Just take me...."
                 	David kneels between your legs and grasps your hips.  Your loose,
            wet and trembling pussy parts to accept his cock as he presses it into you;
            You shudder and sigh as you feel his rejuvinated shaft slide up inside you,
            stretching you, exploring you.  You drop your hands to the floor for support
            as David begins a slow, steady thrusting into you.  He pulls out completely
             with your hungry cunt grabbing his shaft, fighting to keep it inside you,
            then he drives back in, plunging as deeply as he can, pulling your hips back
             to drop your cunt down around him.  When you have taken the full length of
            his cock, he leans forward against you, pushing you onto the floor, abrading
               your breasts and shoulders on the carpet, and tries to go another few
            milimeters into you. As he drives that last bit of flesh into you, his cock
             and balls press against your clitoris and you moan near climax; your pussy
              convulses uncontrollably, pulling him deeper, like a snake swallowing a
            mouse.  Then he slowly starts over, pulling out again while your cunt sucks
                                         furiously at him.
                	After another two orgasms you feel David thrust hard against you as
           he fills you with semen.  You slide to the floor, exhausted.  David lies next
            to you, fondling your breasts and chewing on your neck.  His limp, damp cock
          lies against your ass, oozing semen down your crack.  Slowly, with a dull ache,
                           your pussy relaxes and your sweaty skin cools.
                	David gets up and turns off the lights and the cameras.  He reaches
              down to you and helps you up.  You walk a bit unsteadily as he leads you
           back to the front of the apartment.  You go to the bathroom as David fills the
           bathtub and fixes tea.  When the tub is halfway full David climbs in, setting
           two teacups on a chair nearby.  You climb in after him and snuggle against his
           chest.  The tub continues to fill, and you feel David's cock hardening against
           your back, but you doze off, exhausted, before the tub even finishes filling.
             A bit later, David awakens you and dries you off, then leads you up to his
                                   bed, for a good night's sleep.
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