Adultery Story of Priyanka, the Slut by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

With even more puffed up cheeks, she asked me "For a moment, I will agree with you that I have the looks. I believe modeling is much more than just looks - A good photographer, a good model, an ambience and everything is required. How will you manage all that?"

I knew her mind was on an overdrive. If she had it her way, she would model right now for me.

I added, confidently "Brother will help me out with the settings and ambience etc. You are ready to model. I am the photographer. Problem solved."

She laughed "Rahul never mentioned that you have a thing for photography. I have not seen any pictures taken by you. Do you think you can do justice to your brother's brand name?"

I felt offended as she questioned my skills. I think it showed on my face as well. On hindsight, I was actually glad that the doubt acted as a great buzz kill.

"Well, I am doing all that I can to protect his reputation. Time will tell what will happen. I am sure we two will work something out. Are you feeling sleepy right now?"

Surprised by my question, she asked enthusiastically "Why?"

I cleared my throat gruffly and said "I thought we could use the time in something more productive. If you are in the groove to model, I can click a few images. Nothing fancy, just basics so I can get a feel."

In a husky voice, she asked me "Do you want me to change into the bathrobes I am supposed to model for?"

It never took me more than 5 seconds to give my decision.

"You can change into the bathrobes and come to the studio. I will get everything warmed up."

"Everything?"

The way her eyes pointed to my crotch region while she asked the question, I wanted to just push her down and take her right there.

My whole body tingled in anticipation of her entry into the studio. By God, It was some entry. I will never ever forget the way she shyly walked into the studio. She was wearing a half length, dark maroon silk bathrobe. She had loosened up her hairs and they fell softly next to her full bosom. I had not seen so much of her skin, up close, ever. The effect was quite instantaneous as well.

"Do I look good enough to model this bathrobe?"

I wish she entered the washroom and saw all the tissue lying in the dustbin. She would surely know how good she looked. I wondered why I acted so horny kinds around her.

I stood up as patiently as I could, went next to her. Put both my hands on her shoulder and guided her next to the mirror.

"Do you see what I see?"

I could see colors rush up her cheeks. I could also see that she was deliberately doing all these acts. She wanted the appreciation from me, quite obviously. She tried to act all innocent kinds once again. I was kind of forced to make her look in the direction of my crotch.

"You got the answer."

Something electric happened in that moment, I adjusted my tent pole and she gently untied the knot of her bathrobe belt.

She asked me in quite a bitchy way "Are you ready?"

I sure was ready. Alas, I chose the wrong tool - the camera.

"Priyanka, would you like something hard or soft?"

I definitely intended to up the game a shade more. The hornier she became, the hotter the pictures would come. I intended to make it the most scorching photo shoot of my brother's entire professional career. I had the best of everything at my disposal - the best of equipment, the best of a model and loads of time.

The way she choked before answering, made me laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"I meant to ask your preference of music. I can't function without music in background. Would you like some hard or soft?"

"I would love something soft to begin with. We can always change gears as time goes by."

I was the one choking for air now. She was abuzz, her skin radiated lust. My mind and body were being totally intoxicated with the soft, romantic music and Priyanka in all her glory.

Now these were priceless moments which needed to be captured. I clicked a few pictures, from every angle possible. My eyes were literally making love to her. She posed no less. The focus was meant to be on the bathrobe she was wearing. (You guys seriously think that I would only take pictures of her bathrobe)