Singapore Sleight of Hand (R18 NSFW)

“Looking good, Tony,” the photographer said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. The anticipation of seeing her favourite model was welcome, because it meant that even at fifty years old, she could still feel like a horny teenager. And who wouldn’t, given the sight of handsome Tony. She was surprised that her assistant, Su Jin, could remain so calm. The nineteen-year-old had the dream job of making the model look his best for this photoshoot.

“Mrs Zhao,” Su asked, tipping some oil into her palm. “Do you want it all over him? Like, everywhere?”

”Yes, please, but hang on. I want some shots of him flaccid, before your hands warm him up.” She peered through the lens of her camera, adjusting the focus.”Take your towel off Tony, lets see that pretty cock of yours.”

Tony obliged, throwing his towel over the back of a chair and standing proudly in the nude, hands on hips. His penis already seemed to react to the situation as the camera shutter clicked. It was definitively not quite relaxed, in Mrs Zhao’s opinion.

After a couple more shots, she said, “Ok Su, you can prep him now.”

The assistant spread liberal amounts of the shiny oil over Tony’s shoulders and worked it down his arms, then poured more into her palm and applied it to his chest. She paused at his midriff, looking shyly up at him for permission to continue lower.

“Don’t be shy, Su, “Mrs Zhao said from behind the camera. “You can oil his cock up. Get him nice and hard.”

Tony nodded his permission with a smile.

Blushing, the young lass put the bottle down and took hold of Tony’s growing erection in her oily hand. She placed her other hand on his chest to steady herself as she stroked him. Not sure where to look, she kept her gaze down, watching him grow. It wasn’t long before he was fully erect. When she let him go, his cock pointed proudly towards the rafters in the low ceiling.

Mrs Zhao let out a low whistle. “Do his balls too, love.” She said, taking more shots.

Su gently kneaded the model’s ball sack until it glistened like the rest of him. Tony moaned with pleasure and closed his eyes.

”Her little hands feel good, do they Tony?” the photographer asked, chuckling, as he nodded his answer without opening his eyes. “Actually,“ she continued, moving closer to the pair, “Su, hold his cock again for me.” I want a nice close up of how big it is, under your fingers. That’s it.”

The series was originally going to be a study of just the man, but that plan changed when it was obvious what a magnificent pair they made in the viewfinder. The muscular male and the innocent, delicate flower that was Su Jin, made for a gloriously juxtaposed tableau. It deserved exploration, and as the assistant gained in confidence, Mrs Zhao had her work with Tony for more shots. For the next one, Su stood behind Tony, one hand between his legs, cupping his tight, swollen balls, the other reaching around in front and holding the rock hard erection. Almost subconsciously, she started stroking it again, and Tony’s moans grew louder. He protested without opening his eyes, “That’s going to make me come”. Su stopped, waiting to be admonished, but Mrs Zhao only laughed. “Let me get some more safely in the can,” she said, “before you make him spill his seed.”

They had poor Tony on all fours next. Su knelt behind him, playing with his balls, but she was careful not to touch anything else again for a while. He followed orders to lie right back on the polished wooden floor, arms and legs outstretched with Su sitting on his chest running her fingers through the pubes. The camera’s shutter clicking and Tony’s soft moans were the only sounds for a while.

While Mrs Zhao loaded another roll of film, Tony mumbled, “I think the young lass should get naked too. Its only fair,” Su Jin blushed her reddest and seemed about to protest when Mrs Zhao answered “Fifty dollars, Su, if you’ll get naked with him. Su-Jin halted her protest. That was a month’s wages. She looked to the ceiling and summoning all her courage, she cringed and whispered, “Okay.”

Mrs Zhao raised an eyebrow. “I should have bought more film! Are you sure, darling?”

Before she lost her nerve, Su-Jin unwrapped her sarong and pulled her linen shirt over her head. Tony looked on with admiration as more of the girl’s golden skin was exposed. Her simple cotton briefs and bra came off next and she stood awkwardly, arms folded under small, pert, breasts, wondering what to do next.

A second low whistle came from Mrs Zhong as she cast her eyes on the naked teenager. The young lady was gorgeous, from those lovely little tits with dark nipples, down to her flat tummy and cute little tuft of black hair on her pubic mound, pointing the way to a well-defined split in her skin.

“That has got to be the sweetest little snatch I’ve ever set eyes on.” The old lady whispered, causing Su-Jin to cover her face. Tony looked on without a word, but his twitching erection betrayed his thoughts.

To put the new model at ease, Mrs Zhao had them both posing in very tame positions, standing side by side. Then turned to face each other, and then facing away from the camera. Su’s bare behind was a sweet as her front. Soon enough the blushing reduced as she became comfortable with her nudity. So much so that she allowed Tony to pick her up and hold her aloft, then cradled in his arms. Their photographer grew ever more excited at the results. The shot of the girl being held by the man, his erection pointed rigidly underneath her, as she had her arms around his neck, smiling at him, was sublime. When he turned her around and held her upside down with both arms around her tummy, she giggled and yelped, “God, you’re so strong!”

”And you’re so pretty,” he said, looking down between her legs.

There was no objection from the lass when she was asked to sit between Tony’s outstretched legs, her own legs apart, knees on her elbows. Mrs Zhao moved ever closer to capture closely framed shots with Su’s bare snatch centered nicely. She had Tony cover it with his hand and noticed Su tremble slightly at his touch. The girl was clearly aroused, and perhaps that was why she didn’t hesitate when asked to get on her hands and knees so pictures could be taken of her from behind, that sweet snatch nestled between bare bum cheeks. Tony sat those few photos out, instead watching from behind the camera for once. “I love your bum!” he called out in encouragement.

Not sure what to say, Su replied with “I love yours too!”

Nearly out of film, Mrs Zhao suggested they finish up by putting Tony out of his misery. She dragged a wooden stool over and had him sit on it. Su-Jin found the oil, knelt between his legs and drizzled it directly onto his stiff cock. With Mrs Zhao taking the last few photos barely inches away, Su stroked Tony with one hand and massaged his balls with her other. He threw his head back moaning, and when his hips lifted involuntarily off the stool, Su ducked out of the way as spurts of semen flew past her and onto the wooden floor. Having never seen an ejaculation close up like that, she studied the swollen head of this penis with clinical concentration as she squeezed him tight until he’d pumped out every drop.

With his breathing settled, Tony asked quite matter-of-factly, “Would you like me to return the favour?”

Su wasn’t sure, but when she didn’t say no, he slid off the stool and gently pushed her back, motioning her to lay on the floor. ”Damn, I’ve got no film left,” lamented Mrs Zhao. She put the camera away and took Tony’s place on the stool to watch. As Su closed her eyes, Tony opened her legs and settled himself into a comfortable position on his side between them. Holding her hips, he kissed and nuzzled her pubic mound, and right up the inside of her thighs until he reached her sex. With barely a hesitation, he licked right between her lips, already moist with arousal. Then, with the softest of touches, he spread her crimson inner folds open with a thumb and forefinger so that his tongue might penetrate deeper. Su sighed and wriggled herself closer to him. One of her hands lay on her tummy, moving down and then hesitating with her last ounce of modesty. In the end, the desire was too great to be refused, and as Tony licked, she rubbed herself urgently.

Mrs Zhou could smell the scent of the girls’ wet sex on the sultry air. The studio seemed to close in around them and nothing else in the world existed while Tony brought Su to a shivering climax, her other hand gripping his head and forcing his mouth harder against her pussy lips. As she came, he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could and kept it there until the shivering subsided.

”If you two are getting together after that,” the old lady waggled a finger at them outside the studio as she locked up, “Please save some of that passion for our next photo shoot. I might have a proposal for you.”

After giving Tony a quick hug that might have been awkward but somehow wasn’t, Su-Jin said she’d better get home before her mother came looking. But the hug was premature because Tony insisted he escort her. They walked through the dusty bustling streets in comfortable silence as the sun set with golden rays reflecting from the chrome of the motorbikes and tuk tuks. Another hug was forthcoming in front of her gate.

Before he let go, Tony asked “If Mrs Zhou wants us to do more, do you want to?”

Su Jin smiled shyly and whispered “Yes”