Ananya Samrat - newly wed couple Hire a photographer for nude photos on Honeymoon

[sexaddict69]

Scene 11

Samrat’s hands roamed her body, his lips on her shoulder, while Kabir’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her down fucking her harder with each of her movements. The pleasure was cresting, becoming an unbearable, exquisite wave. Ananya threw her head back, her eyes wild.

Ananya: "Fuck me, Kabir. Fuck me harder! Samrat… take our photos." Chodo mujhe, Kabir. Aur zor se chodo! Samrat… hamari photos lo.

For a heartbeat, the rhythm stuttered. Kabir’s eyes widened, and he let out a guttural groan, obeying instantly as his hips drove up to meet hers with renewed, savage force. Samrat pulled back, his face a mask of utter shock that quickly melted into a wide, exhilarated grin.

Samrat: "My god, yes. Fucking brilliant." Hey bhagwan, haan. Fucking kamaal hai.

He scrambled off the sofa, his movements urgent. He snatched Kabir’s camera from the table where it lay forgotten, his hands surprisingly steady as he lifted it to his eye. The lens focused, framing his wife as she rode another man.

CLICK.

The sound was a gunshot in the room, electrifying all of them.

Kabir: "Like this? Is this hard enough for you?" Aise? Yeh kaafi zor se hai tumhare liye?

Ananya: "Yes! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" Haan! Oh bhagwan, haan! Rukna mat!

Samrat moved around them, his voice taking on the commanding tone of a director.

Samrat: "Ananya, look at me! Let me see your face! Kabir, grab her ass. Harder!" Ananya, mujhe dekho! Mujhe apna chehra dekhne do! Kabir, uski gaand pakdo. Aur zor se!

CLICK. CLICK-CLICK.

Kabir’s hands clamped down on her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh as he hammered into her. Ananya cried out, her eyes locking with the camera lens, with her husband behind it. The sight, the sound, the feeling—it was all blurring into one overwhelming sensory explosion.

Ananya: "I'm close, I'm so close!" Main kareeb hoon, main bahut kareeb hoon!

Kabir: "Me too… fuck…" Main bhi… fuck…

Samrat: "Hold it… hold that expression, Ananya! Yes! Climax for me now! Show me everything!" Roko… wahi expression rakho, Ananya! Haan! Ab mere liye climax karo! Mujhe sab kuch dikhao!

Please keep posting. Too hot

[ashuezy2]

Scene 12 [Edited]

The next morning, at the South Delhi studio.

Ananya, daring, drove herself to the studio. As she pushed open the door of the studio, her eyes immediately found Kabir. But to her surprise, he wasn't alone. Another man, tall and muscular, stood beside him.

Kabir: "Oh! Hi, Ananya, I was expecting you. Perfect timing. Please meet our upcoming male model, Milind. He's here to discuss some future projects." Oh! Hi, Ananya, main tumhara hi intezaar kar raha tha. Bilkul sahi waqt par aayi ho. Hamare aane waale male model, Milind, se milo. Yeh yahan kuch future projects discuss karne aaya hai.

Ananya’s confident stride faltered for a micro-second, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly masked by her innate poise. She offered Milind a polite, curious smile.

Ananya: "Hi, Milind. A pleasure to meet you. Kabir mentioned nothing about a male model today." Hi, Milind. Tumse milkar khushi hui. Kabir ne aaj kisi male model ke baare mein kuch nahi bataya tha.

Milind, a handsome Indian man with sharp features and a powerful, athletic physique, offered a shy, almost nervous smile.

Milind: "Hi, Ananya. Yes, Kabir asked me to come in. I was just… waiting." Hi, Ananya. Haan, Kabir ne mujhe bulaya tha. Main bas… intezaar kar raha tha.

Kabir, sensing the shift in Ananya's mood, stepped forward, his voice smoothly taking charge. He kept his eyes on Ananya, an unspoken challenge in his gaze.

Kabir: "Milind is here because I felt the that we need to explore different dynamics. Ananya, the plan today is simply to get comfortable. No cameras for Milind yet. For you, we'll start with some test shots, just me and you, as planned. Milind, you can observe quietly in the corner, perhaps get some coffee for us." Milind yahan isliye hai kyunki mujhe laga ki Mauritius project ko ek alag dynamics explore karne honge. Ananya, aaj ka plan bas comfortable hona hai. Milind ke liye abhi koi camera nahi. Tumhare liye, hum kuch test shots se shuru karenge, bas main aur tum, jaisa ki plan kiya tha. Milind, tum bas chupchap corner mein observe kar sakte ho, shayad hamare liye coffee le aao.

Milind, quickly nodded and went to the coffee machine. Ananya, however, looked at Kabir.

Ananya: "Interesting. So, my solo, intimate session now has an audience. I thought we were planning on just the two of us, artist?" Dilchasp. Toh, mera solo, intimate session ab ek audience ke saath hai. Mujhe laga tha hum sirf do log the, artist?

Kabir: "My vision evolves, Ananya. The best art is often unexpected. Trust me. Now, come here." Meri vision badalti hai, Ananya. Sabse achhi kala aksar anapeक्षित hoti hai. Mujh par bharosa karo. Ab, yahan aao.

Ananya hesitated for only a second, then a slow, daring smile returned to her lips. She shed her light jacket, revealing a tight western top and stylish Jeans. She took her place in the center of the studio, the light hitting her just right. Milind stood by the coffee station, tray in hand, his gaze fixed on her.

========================PHOTOSHOOT BEGINS==========================

Kabir: (Camera raised, his voice sharp and professional) "You and me, Ananya. Bring out that hotness, the fire I saw yesterday. Don't acknowledge the camera; acknowledge your own power." CLICK! Tum aur main, Ananya. Woh hotness, woh aag jo maine kal dekhi thi, use bahar nikalo. CLICK!

Kabir: "Keep going, more sensual, less smile. Yes, feel the desire. Next pose, change the weight." CLICK! Chalu rakho, aur sensual, kam muskurahat. Haan, is desire ko mehsoos karo. Next pose. CLICK!

Kabir: "Ananya, now turn around, slow. Show me that beautiful ass of yours, the curve of the waist, the flow of your hair against your back. Great." CLICK! Ananya, ab ghumo, dheere se. Apni woh khoobsurat ass dikhao, kamar ka curve, baalon ka woh flow. Shaandaar. CLICK!

Kabir: "Now show me the front again, turn. Now unbutton the jeans. Yes, just the top button. Make it look casual, like you can't wait to take them off." CLICK! Ab saamne ka hissa dikhao, ghumo. Ab jeans ka button kholo. Haan, bas upar wala button. Ise aisa dikhao jaise tum inhein utaarne ka intezaar nahi kar sakti. CLICK!

Kabir: "Now lower the zipper, slowly, pull it down about halfway. Let me see the tension. CLICK! Amazing, very hot, Ananya." CLICK! Ab zipper neeche karo, dheere se, aadha neeche karo. Mujhe woh tension dikhao. Kamaal hai, bahut hot, Ananya. CLICK!

Kabir: "Now turn around again, yes, hold the zipper and lower that jeans. Push them down slightly. Show me that sweet bum of yours. Let the audience wonder what's underneath." CLICK! Ab phir se ghumo, haan, zipper pakdo aur woh jeans neeche karo. Unhein thoda neeche dhakelo. Apni woh pyari kamar dikhao. Darshakon ko hairan hone do ki iske neeche kya hai. CLICK!

Milind, who was still by the coffee station, stared openly. The sight of her lowering the pants, revealing the tantalizing ass crack framed by the fabric and the gold bangles on her wrists, was completely mesmerizing. His mind raced: Who is this woman? So daring with bangles? Is she newly married?

Kabir lowered his camera for a moment, his gaze intense, assessing the situation and Ananya's emotional state.

Kabir: "Ananya, tell me if you are comfortable? If you want to stop, we stop." Ananya, mujhe batao agar tum comfortable ho? Agar tum rukna chahti ho, toh hum ruk jayenge.

Ananya, her hips still slightly tilted, her zipper half-open and pants pulled low enough to tease, met Kabir’s gaze with a steady, fiery confidence that swept away any pretense of shyness.

Ananya: "Comfortable? I'm loving every second of this. I love that Milind is watching. I want to see the effect I have on your audience. Don't worry about me. Worry about getting the shot before I decide to take the rest of these clothes off." Comfortable? Main toh thrive kar rahi hoon, artist. Mujhe achha lag raha hai ki Milind dekh raha hai. Yeh performance mein ek naya josh laata hai. Main woh asar dekhna chahti hoon jo mera tumhare audience par padta hai. Meri chinta mat karo. Is baat ki chinta karo ki main yeh baaki ke kapde utaarne ka faisla karun usse pehle tum shot le lo.

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Scene 13 [Edited]

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The atmosphere in the studio was electric.

Kabir (Camera focused, his voice urgent): "Ananya, talk to me, how you are feeling. " Ananya, mujhse baat karo, ki tum kaisa mehsoos kar rahi ho.

Ananya: "Powerful. Seen. WANTED!" Powerful. Dekhi hui. Chahi hui!

Kabir: "Yes, Ananya, you are rocking it. Let's continue. The pants are a distraction. Ananya, let go of this Jeans now. Let it drop to the floor!" CLICK! Haan Ananya, tum kamaal kar rahi ho. Chalo jaari rakhte hain. Yeh jeans ek distraction hai. Ananya, ab is Jeans ko jaane do. Ise farsh par girne do!

Ananya’s face broke into a sharp, exhilarated grin. She didn't hesitate; she shimmied her hips once, letting the Jeans  fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing only in her tiny, dark lace panties and the form-fitting top.

Ananya: "Freedom! I feel so much lighter, artist. This is much better." Azaadi! Main bahut halka mehsoos kar rahi hoon, artist. Yeh bahut behtar hai.

Kabir: "Beautiful underwear, Ananya. The lace against your skin, Samrat has excellent taste. Pure seduction." CLICK! Khoobsurat underwear, Ananya. Tumhari skin ke khilaf yeh lace—Samrat ka taste bahut achha hai. Shuddh seduction.

Ananya: "He loves to show me off, and I love being shown off. You're making my husband proud right now." Use mujhe dikhana pasand hai, aur mujhe dikhaya jaana pasand hai. Tum mere pati ko abhi proud mehsoos kara rahe ho.

Kabir: "Ananya, this is for the art! Lower the underwear a little bit. Just tease the audience. Show me the top curve of that beautiful hip." CLICK! Ananya, yeh kala ke liye hai! Underwear ko thoda sa neeche karo. Bas audience ko tease karo. Us khoobsurat hip ka upari curve dikhao.

Ananya obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling the lace down just enough to reveal the deep valley of her ass crack and the tantalizing curve of her lower back.

Ananya: "Is this enough teasing, artist? Or should I show you everything?" Kya yeh itna kaafi teasing hai, artist? Ya mujhe tumhe sab kuch dikhana chahiye?

Kabir: "Ananya, beautiful hips, beautiful ass, I want to kiss every inch of it, but not yet. Move the underwear back up now. You've given us just enough for now." CLICK! Ananya, khoobsurat hips, ass, main har inch ko choomna chahta hoon, lekin abhi nahi. Ab underwear ko wapas upar kar do. Tumne abhi ke liye bas kaafi de diya hai.

Ananya: "Fine. But I demand a promise. I want to feel your lips on my skin before we leave for Mauritius." Theek hai. Lekin main ek waada chahti hoon. Mauritius jaane se pehle main tumhare honth apni skin par mehsoos karna chahti hoon.

Kabir: "Deal! Now for the final layer of distraction. Ananya, remove the top now. Leave the bra. Show me that power pose." CLICK! Deal! Ab aakhiri distraction ke liye. Ananya, ab top hatao. Bra rehne do. Mujhe woh power pose dikhao.

Ananya swiftly pulled the top over her head, her 34E breasts fully contained but clearly pushing against the delicate fabric of her bra. Her eyes were burning now, locked on Kabir.

Kabir: "What a view! Such an intimate shot! I was waiting to see your perfect round breasts framed like this, what a sight! Love that cleavage, 10/10." CLICK! Kya nazara hai! Kitna intimate shot! Main tumhare in perfect round breasts ko aise frame hote hue dekhne ka intezaar kar raha tha, kya drishya hai! Us cleavage se pyaar hai, 10/10.

Kabir put the camera down, his breath catching. This was the moment. The tension in the room was unbearable.

Kabir: "Let's get Milind into the shot now. Milind, come here. Lose the rest, just your underwear. Respect the lady by showing her you're ready to be part of her art." Chalo ab Milind ko shot mein laate hain. Milind, yahan aao. Baaki sab utaar do, sirf tumhara underwear. Lady ka samman karo yeh dikha kar ki tum uski kala ka hissa banne ke liye taiyaar ho.

Milind, who had been frozen in place, dropped the coffee tray with a clatter. He looked terrified but completely aroused. He removed his shirt and trousers, standing only in his tight briefs, his powerful penis already straining the fabric.

Kabir: "Do you like Milind, Ananya? Tell me what you see. Tell me how you feel about your new audience member getting naked for you." CLICK! Kya Milind tumhe pasand hai, Ananya? Mujhe batao tum kya dekhti ho. Mujhe batao ki tumhare naye audience member ka tumhare liye nanga hone par tum kaisa mehsoos karti ho.

Ananya: "Welcome to the show, Milind. Now, come closer." Show mein swagat hai, Milind. Ab, mere paas aao.

[sexaddict69]

Just post the whole thing already! The bi thing is so fucking hot

[ashuezy2]

Can't post the entire thing, takes too much time. It will be like 2-3 episodes and I need to see comments and views, if people like it or not.

[sexaddict69]

This might not be everyone's cup of tea, but for some the story is going good. Just don't kill it

[ashuezy2]

I understand your concern, but for me as a writer I need constant feedback in the form of comments or likes for my own satisfaction.
This is what I want from writing. If people don't like or comment -> I don't update that story.

I can add 5 scenes at a time but for that to happen I need more engagement.

[dubukh]

what started as a beautiful exhibitionist story, moved to a still better a decent cuckold theme. But what killed the story is the "gay" part - that ruined the whole story

At Least write "Gay/Bi" in the Title so that straight people can avoid these type of story

[ashuezy2]

what started as a beautiful exhibitionist story, moved to a still better a decent cuckold theme. But what killed the story is the "gay" part - that ruined the whole story

At Least write "Gay/Bi" in the Title so that straight people can avoid these type of story

Thanks for your feedback. I will update that scene.

[ashuezy2]

Are you comfortable with Bisexual ?

If I get 10 votes against Bisexual content, I will update scene 12 - scene 13 and change the whole storyline. 
Just write - "NO Bisexual content".

[dubukh]

How about "ONLY STRAIGHT Content" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE sounds?

[ashuezy2]

Changing the Bisexual theme to cuckold. Check back in 2 days.

[sexaddict69]

When to expect the next update

[ashuezy2]

Episode 9-13 have been updated, No BISEXUL scenes now. Instead you have another hot photoshoot. Enjoy.

[ashuezy2]

Scene 14

The tension in the studio was like a live high voltage wire running between the three figures.

Ananya stood bold and exposed in her lace bra and panties.
Milind, towering and powerfully built in his tight briefs, shuffled nervously, his eyes wide.

The atmosphere was heavy with the awkwardness of two strangers suddenly into such intimate proximity.

Kabir (Voice low and smooth, guiding the scene): "Milind, don't stand back there. The energy has to flow. Ananya invited you closer. The camera is not a wall; it's a window. You two are meant to interact. Come, stand right here." Milind, wahan khade mat raho. Energy ko behna hai. Ananya ne tumhe paas bulaya hai. Camera deewar nahi hai; woh ek khidki hai. Tum dono ko interact karna hai. Aao, bilkul yahan khade ho jao.

Milind hesitated, then took the final few steps, stopping just inches from Ananya. The heat radiating off her half-naked body was immediate and intoxicating.

Milind: "Hi… I… I’m sorry. I just don't know where to look." Hi… main… mujhe maaf karna. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki kahan dekhun.

Ananya: "Don't be sorry, Milind. Look right at me. See the woman who's happy to see you. Now, give me a half-hug. Just an acknowledgment of our connection." Maaf mat maango, Milind. Seedhe meri taraf dekho. Us aurat ko dekho jo tumhe dekh kar khush hai. Ab, mujhe ek half-hug do. Bas hamare connection ka ek ehsaas.

Milind, a professional model used to physical direction, took the small lead she offered. He awkwardly slipped one arm around her waist, pulling her gently toward him. The contrast between her soft skin and his hard, muscular frame was immediate.

Kabir: (His camera clicking softly, capturing the initial, nervous contact) "Yes! That shyness is real, that's beautiful! Milind, let your hand travel. Ananya, lean into him. Feel his strength." Haan! Yeh sharm asli hai, yeh khoobsurat hai! Milind, apne haath ko aage badhne do. Ananya, uski taraf jhuko. Uski taakat mehsoos karo.

Milind’s hand, encouraged by Kabir’s instruction, moved slowly, tentatively, up Ananya’s side. He stopped at the underside of her full, round breast, still encased in the delicate lace bra. He hesitated.

Ananya: "It’s okay, Milind. I don't mind." Theek hai, Milind. Mujhe pasand hai.

With a deep breath, Milind cupped the soft, yielding weight of her 34E breast through the lace. His eyes widened at the unexpected, luscious fullness.

Milind: "Oh… they're… softer than I imagined." Oh… yeh… jitna socha tha, usse zyada naram hain.

Kabir: "Ananya, Milind is still nervous. He needs your touch. Make him comfortable. Touch his chest, his arms, that hard bulge in his shorts. Let him know you want him." Ananya, Milind abhi bhi ghabraya hua hai. Use tumhare touch ki zaroorat hai. Use comfortable karo. Uski chhati, uske baazu, uske shorts mein us sakht ubhaar ko chhuo. Use batao ki tum use chahti ho.

Ananya smiled. Her hands moved immediately to Milind's sculpted chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, then dropping lower, her fingers finding the straining fabric of his briefs, pressing lightly against his obvious penis.

Ananya: "Oh, artist, I think he was never uncomfortable. He was just waiting for permission. And now he has it." Oh, artist, mujhe lagta hai ki woh kabhi uncomfortable tha hi nahi. Woh bas ijaazat ka intezaar kar raha tha. Aur ab use mil gayi.

Milind gasped at her confident touch, his arms immediately tightening around her, pulling her completely against his powerful body. The initial shyness was replaced by pure, desperate desire.

Kabir: "Yes! Now, look at each other. Milind, kiss her forehead. Ananya, tilt your head. Bring your faces closer. I want to see the heat between you two, the chemistry of strangers who should be lovers." CLICK! Haan! Ab, ek doosre ko dekho. Milind, uske maathe ko choomo. Ananya, apna sar jhukao. Apne chehron ko paas lao. Main tum dono ke beech ki garmi, woh chemistry dekhna chahta hoon jo un ajnabiyon ki hai jinhein premi hona chahiye.

Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked, their chests pressing together. Milind’s breath was ragged on her skin. The boundary between the professional shoot and raw, personal desire had completely dissolved.