u/MisterMilkshake69

Continued from Dick Pics

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"Dylan." Her eyebrows went up. "Sasha."

She held the phone where we could all see it. you said today. starting to think theres nothing to send lol

Then a picture came in. Sasha in a bathroom mirror, phone covering her face, naked, petite, tan lines, one arm pushed up under her tits. Under it, motivation. your turn.

Then another bubble. unless youre catfishing me lol. is it really as big as you said?

Alexis sat up straighter.

"Oh no she didn't. Yeah, Sasha, Dylan's cock really is that big."

"Okay," Dylan laughed. "It's fine. She's just being flirty. We have some good pics."

"Good pics?" Alexis looked offended on his behalf. "No way, no more of this good enough. We're gonna blow your mind, Sasha."

"Babe? You said you're done."

Alexis ignored me and lay back down under the ring light, naked, flushed, still breathing hard. She grabbed Dylan's cock and settled it back on her stomach.

She slid down the rug right up against Dylan's cock, then pulled her knees up and back until her thighs were folded against her ribs, one arm hooked behind a knee to hold herself open, her hips rolled up off the rug. She took his cock in her free hand and dragged the tip up and down her slit.

"Alexis."

"You heard Sasha, she thinks we're lying!" She held Dylan's cock at her entrance, the head pressed against her. "Perfect. Hold still."

"Wait, wait, hang on, guys..."

"It's fine, Spencer. I told you, it's just staging. We're setting a scene, okay?"

She snapped two pictures, checked them, and adjusted her hips.

"Hmm. It doesn't look right."

"It looks like he's next to my pussy." She rubbed the head through her slit again, slower this time, and her breath caught. "See, it needs to look like it's about to go in."

"Alexis."

"It needs pressure." She swallowed and kept her eyes on the screen. "Dylan, just... push a tiny bit. Not all the way in."

He hesitated, looking at me.

I tried to say something, but my throat had closed up.

"Just enough so it looks like you're going in for real," Alexis said.

Dylan pushed. The head spread her lips apart. Goosebumps rose across her thighs in the ring light. Alexis snapped a picture, then another, then shifted her hips again.

"That's... that's enough..." I said.

"I know." Her voice was raspy. "I'm almost... we just..." She grunted.

"It's still not quite right," she said through her heavy breathing.

She looked up at Dylan. "Just push forward a little more."

I got a knee down on the rug beside them and grabbed for the phone. "Okay. No. Give me that."

She swung it out of my reach and put her other hand flat on my chest, holding me there, her eyes still on Dylan.

"Babe, you can't be in the frame." She pushed me away.

"This is too far, guys..."

"I know, I know, just a little bit more." She tilted her hips higher and pressed against him harder. "One more shot."

Dylan pushed again, and this time the head started to slip inside her.

I knelt there and watched my girlfriend's pussy open around my roommate's cock.

"Oh." Alexis's face was pure shock. "Oh my god..."

She took the picture with a shaking hand. "It's good, it's good, just a few more shots."

Dylan held still, breathing hard through his nose. Alexis did not. Her hips bucked forward, and another inch of his cock slid inside her.

"Oh my fucking god..." she said, before I managed to say anything. "I just... we need to show how big it is. Nnngh, fuck."

My mouth hung open. Nothing came out.

"That's it... just a little more, Dylan. Give me a little more..."

Dylan's hips jerked forward.

Alexis gasped, loud and shocked, and her head dropped back against the rug. "Oh my god. Holy shit."

"Alexis, you said..."

"I know, babe, it's just... he's barely inside me." She groaned. "Just, like, a couple inches is all."

Then she pushed back again. "Barely, just... fuck, Dylan, your cock feels so good."

"Alexis, stop, he's inside you..."

"It's okay. I'm just getting one more shot. One more, I need... more."

She looked at the phone in her hand. It was angled at the rug.

She lifted it, but her hips pushed back at the same time, taking more of him, and the phone sagged again. "Right, okay. I need... I need to focus."

Dylan grunted as he pushed further inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck," Alexis said. "Oh fuck, that's so big."

Dylan let out a long ragged breath, and his hands took over holding her open, pinning her thighs up against her ribs, and his hips started moving on their own.

"Just a little more," Alexis said. "Just a little more, just... nnngh, yes, right there... harder..."

Dylan's hips started moving faster, sinking deeper with each thrust.

"Oh my god, Dylan," she gasped. "Holy shit, your cock feels so good. Fuuuuck, yes... just like that."

"Alexis," I said.

She looked at me, or tried to. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth open, her body moving under him in little jerks every time he drove forward.

"I... I know, I know, just..." She reached one hand toward me and then grabbed the rug instead. "Just a little more. We need... we need to get it right."

Another thrust, deeper. "No, I'm... I'm getting the shot. Dylan, slow, slow, the camera needs... oh fuck, right there."

The phone slipped from her hand and landed screen-up beside her stomach.

Dylan started moving in long strokes now, pulling halfway out and driving back in. Alexis met him every time, pushing back into him, folded in half under him with her ankles up by his shoulders, tits bouncing, her hands grabbing his waist to pull him in further. At some point I had gotten back to my feet, and I stood there with my stiff cock pressing against my zipper, and I hated myself for it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, you're so fucking big," she said. "Right there, right there." She was whimpering.

Dylan grabbed her tits, kneading them, rolling her nipples under his palms while he drove into her, and the wet slap of his hips against her filled my living room.

"Right there, right there, right... oh my god, oh my god, I'm... I..."

She stopped him dead with both hands flat on his chest, shaking with his cock buried in her.

"Stop. Stop stop stop. Hold still. Just..." Her voice was wrecked. Her thighs were trembling in his hands, and his cock twitched inside her.

Dylan shut his eyes and held himself over her on shaking arms. She stayed like that under him, breathing in long deliberate pulls through her nose, sweat shining in the hollow of her throat under the ring light, while I stood there with my hands useless at my sides. My girlfriend was an inch from cumming on my roommate's cock, fighting it down one breath at a time.

"I'm... I'm not gonna cum..." She looked right at me. "We're just staging the shot." She pushed her hair out of her face and picked the phone back up, still pinned under him, still stretched around him. "I got carried away. For a second. I'm focused now." She looked at the screen, her hand shaking. "Maybe... burst mode."

She tried it. Three short bursts, each one worse than the last because she could not hold still and Dylan could not stop twitching.

"No. It looks..." She stared at the screen, hips still making small motions. "Video. We need video."

Then she hit record, and the little red dot appeared in the corner.

"I'm recording." She angled the phone down at where he was buried in her and forced her voice steady. "It's like... a demonstration. It's acting. We need to make it look good."

"Demonstration? Of fucking my girlfriend?" I meant it to sound angry. It barely came out at all.

"Don't think of it as Alexis. I'm just... a stand-in for Sasha," she said to me, and pushed at Dylan's chest until he pulled out with a gasp, his cock sliding out of her slick and shining. "She needs... a couple of positions. Dylan, umm. Get behind me."

She dropped onto her hands and knees on the rug and propped the phone against a cushion. Then she stayed there a second with her head down and her sides heaving.

Dylan knelt behind her and lined himself up.

"Dylan. Come on, man."

He looked at me. Then Alexis reached back and fit the head of his cock to her pussy and pushed back onto him with a slick wet sound, and his head tipped back.

"Oh fuck. You're so tight, baby," he breathed, thrusting into her, gripping her hips.

Alexis gasped, slamming back to meet him.

She got her face toward the phone. "See, Sasha... this is what you're getting Friday. It goes so deep, he stretches you the whole way and it's..." The rest broke off into a moan, and she pushed back onto him harder and tried again. "You're gonna love Dylan's cock, Sasha. It's... fuck... it's so good... so good... nnnngh, so good..."

She pulled off him after another minute, crawled forward to the phone, and sat back to review the clip with Dylan kneeling behind her wet and hard and catching his breath. She watched with her thumb scrubbing the timeline back and forth, and I stood there listening to my girlfriend's recorded moans come out of the tiny speaker while the live version sat naked on the rug with her ass in the air.

"The angle's good. Nothing that says how it..." She swallowed. "How it feels to fuck him."

"Alexis. Enough!" I finally managed to react.

"Yeah, baby, I know, you're right... just... we need the final shot."

"Here, lay down." Dylan lay back on the rug, and she crawled on top of him and straddled him.

"You have it. Stop."

"In a sec." She tapped record again and angled the phone down as she sank onto his cock. "Look how... god. Look how deep. Do you see this?"

They both grunted as she worked her hips in small circles on his hard cock.

"The way it fills. The way it..."

The phone dropped out of her hand onto the rug.

She grabbed it again before it could slide too far and shoved it into Dylan's hand. "Just... just hold it... right there, yes... right there... keep going..."

He held the phone low with one shaking hand and started thrusting harder up into her. Alexis looked down at the screen for half a second, saw herself bouncing on him, and lost the last bit of her voice.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't fucking stop, oh god."

She came hard, her pussy clamping around Dylan's cock and making him groan. She screamed loud enough that I was afraid a neighbor was going to think someone was being murdered and call the cops.

She sat on top of him breathing hard, still impaled on his cock.

For a second nobody talked.

Then Alexis let out a small laugh.

"Wow," she said. "Okay. I think, I think I really sold that one."

"Sold it?"

"Yeah, it's all pretend, like I said. Girls in porn scream like that all day and nobody thinks they're in love. Sasha's gonna think he's such a stud."

"You actually came, Alexis."

"For the camera." She swallowed, then reached for the phone, but Dylan still had it in his hand and the red dot was still there. "I mean, I actually came, but it was for the camera. It was for the shot."

"Jesus, Alexis, do you hear yourself?"

She had not stopped moving the whole time. She was rolling her hips in slow circles, working Dylan's hard cock.

"Yes, I hear myself. Do you hear yourself? You sound like a broken record. Alexis? Alexis, stop. Alexis! Constantly. I'm trying to do a shoot here."

Dylan started to grunt again.

"Do not look at me like that, Spencer."

My face was burning hot. "I'll look at you how I want. You told me the second he was hard enough to shoot, you'd stop, and now you're... you're..."

"I'm trying to do my job! You've been hovering and whining through every shot since the bathroom! Do you know how hard it is to work like that?"

She was grinding on him harder now, and Dylan was rocking his hips up into her, matching her rhythm.

"Work? You're a photographer, this isn't..."

"Guys," Dylan said, his voice ragged. "Um. Guys."

We both looked at him. His fingers were dug into her thighs and his breathing had broken up into short huffs, and under the whole fight she had never slowed down, she'd been speeding up, and he was right at the edge.

"Stop!" I said. "Both of you. He cannot cum inside you."

"He's not gonna cum inside me," she panted. "We're just playing it up for the camera, like I've been trying to tell you."

"Alexis," Dylan said, voice careful. "No, really, I'm getting close."

"You're fine." She said it instantly. "Breathe. I just want one more shot."

"He needs to pull out right now," I said.

"Spencer, I swear to god, you're going to ruin..." She broke off to moan. "Ruin the shot."

Dylan's jaw clenched. His slow strokes stopped being slow.

"Alexis, I'm serious," he said. "I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum right now."

"Hold it," she said. "One second, I'm almost..."

"I can't," Dylan said, panicked now. "I can't, I can't, I..."

"One more second," Alexis said, grinding on top of him while Dylan kept the phone angled down at his cock disappearing inside her. "One more second."

Then he drove all the way up into her and held there.

His whole body seized. His hips locked up against her, and he groaned, "Oh fuck, oh shit..."

Alexis's eyes went wide. "Oh my god. I can feel it. You're cumming in me, you're..."

He pumped into her in long slow throbs, and she took it deep, bouncing harder to meet each pulse.

"Yes," she said, and then louder, "yes, give me all of it," and somewhere in the middle of saying it she came again, screaming while my roommate emptied his balls deep inside her pussy.

It went on longer than I thought it could. He kept twitching and she kept working it out of him, and when he finally stopped writhing under her, cum was leaking out around the base of his cock where they were still joined. The phone got all of it.

For a moment there was just the sound of all three of us breathing. Alexis stayed on top of him, trembling, his cock still buried inside her.

"Okay," I said. My voice sounded far away. "He came in you."

She took a second to catch her breath. "Babe..."

"He just came inside you."

"It was an accident," she said sharply. "It got away from us for one second."

Dylan scooted out from under her. Cum started leaking out of her immediately.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said.

"Like what?"

"Like I planned it." Her voice was indignant, then softened right away. "I didn't plan that. I was trying to get the shot, and he got close, and then it just... happened."

"I kept telling you to stop!"

She sighed. Then her face suddenly brightened. "Oh. Wait." She grabbed the phone, stopped the video, and flipped back to the camera. "Before it runs out everywhere."

"Here we go," she said. She lay on her back and pulled her knees up, tipped her hips toward the light, and aimed between her legs where Dylan's cum was leaking out of her swollen pussy, thick and white, running down to her asshole. She spread herself open with two fingers and took several pictures. "There. That's the big finale."

She checked the shots, and while she scrolled she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, the same absent way she licked frosting off her thumb in our kitchen, and kept scrolling like nothing had happened.

"You are unbelievable."

She handed Dylan the phone. He sat there scrolling through everything, the mirror shots, the window shots, the clips, the floor shots, the last ones, while Alexis leaned over his shoulder naked and still leaking onto my rug.

"Wow," he kept saying. "Wow. These are insane."

"The creampie shot," Alexis said. "That's your closer. Start with the standing ones, then the tit shots, then when she's worked up you hit her with that. Pace it."

"You're amazing," Dylan said.

"I told you. I know what I'm doing." She said it to him, but she glanced at me.

Dylan typed for a minute, sent a few, and we all watched the three dots appear and vanish and appear again. Then his phone started buzzing, buzz after buzz, and his mouth fell open.

"Holy shit," he said. "She's freaking out. She wants to meet Friday. She said..." He looked up, dazed and grinning. "It worked."

"Of course it worked," Alexis said.

His phone buzzed again. He read it, and the grin dropped off his face.

"Uh."

"What," Alexis said.

"She noticed there's a girl in some of them." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She says, whos the girl? shes fucking hot."

The room went quiet.

"Oh," Alexis said.

The phone buzzed again. Dylan read it and looked over at her. "if shes down she can join us friday too. i dont mind sharing if she doesnt."

Alexis sat up straighter.

"I mean, I've never really done stuff with another girl."

"Tell her no, Dylan," I said.

"You're probably gonna want pictures of a night like that. I could help with that... if you guys wanted me there. As the photographer, I mean." She was looking at Sasha's picture again. "I'll think about it."

"No way. No, Alexis."

"Can you stop being toxic for like five seconds? I didn't commit to anything, I just said I'll think about it... chill, babe."

"Anyway, I'm starving." She was stretching, arms over her head, arching her back, loose and easy and glowing. "That took forever. Are you guys hungry? I'm so hungry."

"I could eat," Dylan said, still texting.

"Babe, can you order a pizza? Get the good one, the one with the hot honey, and do pickup, delivery fees have gotten insane." She was gathering her clothes, bundling them against her chest. "Can you grab it too? I would, but Dylan and I obviously need to clean up. We can hit the shower while you get dinner."

"You want me to..." I looked at her. "Right now."

"Yeah, by the time you get there it should be ready." She was headed for the bathroom, her hand wrapped around Dylan's cock leading him. "We'll be out before you're back... probably."

My keys were on the counter. I looked at them.

"Thanks, babe!" she called from the hall.

The water started running.

The line at the pizza place went almost to the door. I stood in it and looked at the menu board without reading it.

My phone buzzed.

A text from Dylan, a photo.

Alexis was down on her knees in our shower, looking up into the camera with her lips stretched around the head of his cock, one hand wrapped around the shaft. The framing was perfect.

Under it, heres the one you wanted to save

Then, while I was still staring at it, shit. sorry man. wrong chat

The photo grayed out. Dylan unsent a message.

"Sir." The kid at the counter was holding a box. "Your pizza."

"Oh." I put the phone in my pocket. "Um. Thanks."

My girlfriend, Alexis, is a photographer.

Not full time. She shoots weddings some weekends for a friend of hers, and she'll do your headshots if you ask nice. She's the kind who spends more on it than she ever makes back.

But it wasn't her skills behind a camera that first caught my attention.

I met her at a buddy's wedding. She was the photographer. I spotted her hauling a light stand across the reception in a black dress and heels, dark hair coming loose from where she'd tied it back, trim waist, toned arms, big heavy tits straining the front of the dress. I probably looked like a doofus staring at her slack-jawed, but she looked incredible. She caught me trying to pretend I wasn't staring, and she told me if I was going to stand there I could carry the other stand, so I helped her with her gear the rest of the night, and by the time the DJ shut it down she'd put her number in my phone herself.

I didn't usually send dick pics to girls, but she asked me to send her some a few weeks into dating. The first one I sent, she texted back, mmm, baby I love it. the lighting? not so much. Then she gave me notes for twenty minutes while I stood in my bathroom with my pants around my ankles, trying to understand why my girlfriend was talking about white balance.

That sorta became our sexy little couple thing, which was fun, but she always had to art direct. I'd send them, she'd rate them, give me critiques. "Too dark," or "the angle makes it look sad," or "mmm, nice and stiff, just how i like it," or once, in a text I still have saved, "that one's a keeper, I wanna frame it!" Some nights we shot them together, which always ended in us fucking, or at least a blowjob if time was tight. I actually got pretty good at it because she made me good. Two years in and she still texted back within a minute, every time, and I'd still catch myself grinning at my phone like an idiot because my girlfriend got that excited about a photo of my cock.

But, for someone with such strong opinions about dick pics, she was pretty inexperienced before we started dating. Alexis had two real boyfriends before me, and there was one guy in college, but it apparently didn't last long, and they barely even kissed. She told me how sexy it felt to get a picture of her boyfriend's cock, but the other guys either wouldn't send them, or wouldn't take direction to make them good. "It's a genre," she said once. "Nobody respects the craft."

We joked that she was an expert, but it was about light and framing and what makes a photo work. I hadn't considered that she hadn't actually seen many dicks in real life.

So when Dylan brought it up, I honestly thought it was funny.

We were in the living room on a Tuesday night. Dylan, my roommate, was on the couch with his phone held close to his face, thumbing at it, groaning every few seconds.

"What," I said.

"Nothing. This girl."

"What girl?"

"Off the app. Sasha." He turned the phone around and then thought better of it and turned it back. "She's, like. She's out of my league, man. But she's into me, I think. Maybe. I can't tell."

Alexis came out of the kitchen with a glass of wine and curled up on the other end of the couch, immediately interested. She loved this stuff. Other people's love lives were her favorite show.

"Show me," she said.

He showed her the picture of Sasha.

"Okay, yeah, she's hot. What's the problem?"

"The problem," Dylan said, and rubbed the back of his neck, "is she's kind of. Direct. About what she's looking for."

"Which is?"

He hesitated. I watched my roommate, a grown man, blush.

"She only dates guys who are, um. Big."

Alexis laughed, delighted. "She said that?"

"It's right in her bio. Self-admitted size queen, if you're not packing nine inches or more, don't waste my time." He put the phone face down on his knee. "And she seems interested, but she wants a pic. To confirm."

Alexis laughed again, and then the laugh trailed off and she looked at him over her wine.

"Wait. You're serious. And you're..." She waved a hand vaguely toward him. "I mean. Not to pry, but..."

"Heh." Dylan looked at the floor, but he was grinning at it. "Uh. Let's just say I meet her requirements. And then some."

She glanced at his lap before she could stop herself.

"Wow. Okay. Good on you... I respect her directness, though. Girl knows what she wants."

"It's embarrassing."

"It's not that difficult," Alexis said. "So send her one. What's the issue."

Dylan looked over at me, and then at her.

"I don't know how to take a good one. Every time I try it looks terrible. It doesn't look like..." He tipped his head at his own lap. "It doesn't look that impressive. And I only get one shot at this. If I send her a bad one she's gonna unmatch me and that's it."

"So practice," I said.

"I've been practicing. They all suck. It's like when you record your own voice and it sounds wrong." He looked pained, and then he turned to Alexis. "And you're an actual photographer. Like you do weddings. And Spencer says he sends you a lot of dick pics, and you coach him."

"I never said coach," I said.

"You said she rates them."

"That's between us."

"I just want some pointers, or something," Dylan said to Alexis, and Alexis sat up a little straighter, because this was exactly the kind of thing she couldn't resist. "You're like, an expert on this, right?"

She tried not to look too proud of herself. "Well, I care about the craft, yes."

"Could you... I mean. Would it be weird if you helped me? Like, coached me? You don't have to, like, take pictures of my cock or anything. Just tell me how to make them not suck." He said it fast, getting it all out before he lost the nerve. "Please? I would owe you so huge. I'm desperate here."

He looked at me. "You're cool with it, right?"

I laughed. My roommate was asking my girlfriend for dick pic lessons like she was a tennis coach.

"Babe," Alexis said to me, grinning, already half sold. "Should I? I mean, he looks pretty desperate."

"I mean, I wouldn't be much of a wingman if I said no, Sasha's pretty hot," I said.

"Hey!" Alexis punched my arm.

"What? You said so too!"

She punched my arm again, with a big grin.

"I guess poor Sasha doesn't deserve whatever sorry excuse for a photo you were gonna send her."

"That's what I'm sayin! Please?" He clasped his hands together and looked at both of us desperately.

Alexis made a big show of thinking it over, tapping one finger against her wine glass while Dylan sat there waiting. Then she grinned. "Okay. Fine. Tomorrow. Afternoon, when the light's good. I'm not doing this half-assed at ten at night. If we're doing it, we're doing it right. And you do exactly what I say. I'm not helping if you're going to tense up every time I point the phone at you."

"Deal," Dylan said, so relieved he practically sagged. "Thank you. Seriously. Both of you."

I sat there feeling generous, like a good sport, and laughing about it with Alexis. It hadn't occurred to me that this could be a terrible idea, but it sounds pretty obvious in retrospect.

Later that night she took his phone for ten minutes, scrolling through photos, studying them carefully. "Twelve attempts," she said, "and not one usable shot."

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The next day I ran errands in the morning and came back a little after one. The bathroom door was open and I could hear her in there moving stuff around. Dylan was standing in the hall in a T-shirt and boxers, holding his phone in both hands like he was waiting outside a principal's office.

She took it seriously. It was a shoot now, and Alexis didn't mess around when it came to her art form.

She wanted to start in the bathroom.

"Bathroom selfies are a classic," she said, standing in the doorway, Dylan's phone in her hand, looking the room over. She'd wiped down the mirror. She'd cleared the counter, all our stuff lined up in a basket by the tub, and draped a gray towel over the rack because the striped one was "loud." "The overheads are soft and there's the big mirror. We'll get your baseline here and then move if we need to."

"Baseline?"

"Where you're at now, so we can see what we're working with." She was all business. I loved this about her, watching her get competent about something. She'd rolled her sleeves up. She had a little crease between her eyebrows, the one she got behind a camera. "Classic move is the mirror selfie. Everyone thinks it's easy. It's not. Most of yours are you pointing it at the mirror with the flash washing you out."

"That's bad?"

"Dylan. One of them was just you laying it across the bathroom counter."

I leaned in the hallway doorway and watched her go into professional photographer mode over my roommate's dick.

"Okay," Alexis said. "Take your shirt off first."

"My shirt? I thought it was just my dick."

"You're wearing a SpongeBob shirt, is that the vibe you want to send Sasha?"

Dylan pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the counter. She stood him square to the mirror and walked him through it the way she walked wedding parties through group photos. "Chin up, shoulders down, stop holding your breath."

She shot him in his boxers from three angles and stopped between each one to show him the screen. "This is what slouching does, see, this is what the flash was doing to your skin tone."

"Okay," she said, scrolling. "Better already. Now the real thing."

Dylan laughed once, nervously.

"Boxers off," she said.

Dylan looked at me.

Alexis snapped in his face several times. "Don't look at him, he's not going to help you. This is the whole point of the picture, Dylan. She's not shopping for boxers. Drop 'em."

He stood there another second, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed the boxers down. He stepped out of them, straightened up, and kept his eyes on the mirror.

He was soft. Even soft it hung halfway down his thigh.

"Okay, stand with your feet..." Alexis said, and stopped. The phone drifted down. Her eyes dropped to his cock. "Just..."

Dylan shifted on the tile. "My feet?"

"Yeah." She blinked and looked back up at him. "Yeah, umm, that's fine."

I knew the look. It was the look she gave the keepers, the ones she saved. She'd just never held it this long.

Her hand came up to her collarbone and stayed there, and she took the kind of slow careful breaths she took behind a camera when she was trying to hold steady for a long exposure.

"Okay." Her voice came out low. She cleared her throat. "Yeah. The, umm. The subject..." She gestured to his crotch. "Isn't the problem, Dylan."

She stepped back and got to work.

"Chin up. Shoulders back. Hands off your hips, they're in the frame." She crouched a little and shot from lower. "Turn toward me. No, just your hips. There."

She raised the phone, framed him, then glanced over the top of it at his cock. The phone dipped. She brought it back up and took the shot.

She took three or four more and then stopped and frowned. "Hold on. You're angled wrong. It points off to the side in the frame."

She stepped in close and reached down with her free hand and took hold of his cock. Her fingers gave it a gentle squeeze, and she took one deep, heavy breath before turning it an inch until it sat straight in the frame. She kept her hand around it while she checked the screen.

"Just tell him to move it," I said.

"He can't see what I see."

"Alexis!"

"What? I'm aiming it." She took the shot and let go quickly, like proving a point. She looked at the screen, shook her head, then leaned back in and moved it again, lifting it this time, holding it up out of the way to get the underside. "There. That reads better. See?"

"You're still holding it."

She rolled her eyes. "For like a second." She let go and stood back. "It's a photoshoot. I position people all the time."

She scrolled back through what she had and made a face.

"Honestly? His dick's actually too big." She said it to the screen, like she was calling out a light reading. "A picture of this thing with nothing next to it, you can't really get a sense of the scale." She thought for a second. "Put your hand on it."

Dylan wrapped his hand around it. She took the shot.

"Umm, point it at me more."

She took another shot and shook her head.

She sighed. "No, it just doesn't come across on the screen, I think your hands are too big. Here." She wrapped her own hand around it instead, curling her fingers around the shaft. She took the picture one-handed while she held him there. "See, look how different that is, my hand's way smaller, so it just... it looks enormous in my hands."

She stood there holding it a moment longer than any picture needed.

"So, umm, that's a good shot, really good."

"Okay," Dylan said, and shifted his weight.

"A few more from this angle." She slid her hand down the shaft and tried to wrap it all the way around the base. Her thumb and middle finger stopped short of each other. "Wow. I can't even close my hand around it. It's so... I mean, this thing is really gonna impress Sasha." She wiggled it a little as she said it, then took the picture.

Her hand stayed wrapped around his cock like she'd forgotten she was supposed to let go. Then she stood back and looked at that last photo while her knees pressed together.

She stopped scrolling. "I don't know, something's still off. It looks washed out." She turned the phone around to show us both.

"Yeah," Dylan said, leaning in. "Yeah, I see what you mean."

"Looks fine to me," I said.

She was looking at the screen again. "It's the light in here," she said. "The bedroom window's better this time of day. Come on."

Dylan gathered his clothes into a bundle in front of himself and followed her down the hall. I stood there, half hard in my jeans with the picture of her hand around his dick replaying in my head. "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself. Then I followed them.

---

In the bedroom she had him stand by the window where the afternoon sun shone in, and she was right, it did look better.

"See how much nicer this lighting is? There was never anything wrong with the product, you just have no eye for photography. It's hard to beat natural lighting." She moved around him in a slow half circle, shooting from different heights. She had him put a hand behind his head. She had him turn a quarter to the side and look back at her. She pulled the curtain half across to cut the glare, checked, pulled it back. She took a lot of them and stopped every few shots to walk over and show him the screen, and he'd nod, and she'd go back to her spot and shoot more. This went on a while.

My feet started to hurt from standing and I moved to lean against the dresser.

"Sasha doesn't stand a chance," she said.

"You think?"

"Oh yeah, you've got exactly what she's lookin for, you just needed to present it right."

"You've never put this much work into pictures of my dick," I said.

Dylan looked at the window.

"Babe." She kept shooting. "You already got the girl, you don't need to impress anyone. This is for Sasha, the size queen with a one-strike policy." She lowered the phone and looked at me over it. "Don't do the whole jealous boyfriend thing, okay? It just makes everyone uncomfortable. Dylan is literally standing here naked, the last thing we need is you making it even more awkward."

"I'm just saying..."

"Hold on." She held her hand up to me. She went back to the screen and scrolled. "Hmm."

"What?"

"They're good. They're just." She held the phone at arm's length, squinting at it. "You can tell it's big, even soft, but... soft is still soft."

"Right," Dylan said. "Yeah. Makes sense."

"If you want to really impress her, it needs to be hard. Like, really stiff, jutting out to her like an offer. Fully standing on its own, majestic." She said "majestic" with her hand tracing a little arc in the air.

"Is that really necessary? I don't think we need to watch him work himself up."

"Yeah, no, you're right. We don't want it to feel awkward for you, Dylan," she said, and turned back to him. "Go ahead. Think about Sasha. Actually, here, pull her profile up first, look at her for a minute. This is all for her. It'll read in the picture."

She handed him his phone and he stood there by the window stroking himself slowly, scrolling through Sasha's pictures, and it started to work. His cock swelled and lifted away from his thigh, and Alexis kept glancing back to him with her arms crossed. "See, there he is."

Then she held out her hand for the phone, and the moment she took it back and aimed it at him, he wilted.

"Sorry," Dylan said. "It's the... Someone's pointing a camera at me."

"That's normal. It's just a little camera shy, like a nervous bride. Ignore the camera. Look out the window."

She shot a few more. He kept fading.

"Okay," she said. "No camera for a second. I'm putting it down on the dresser, okay? Just stroke it a little more."

She was openly staring at him now.

"That's it... just... keep stroking it for me, don't look at us. Look at Sasha."

Alexis waited until he was mostly hard, then picked his phone back up off the dresser.

He quickly went soft again. "Sorry," he said, turning bright red.

"It's fine, just keep stroking yourself, would it help if I took my shirt off?"

"Alexis! No!"

"What? It always works for you."

"That's not the same thing! You're my girlfriend!"

She huffed. "Fine, you don't need to shout. I'm just trying to keep this moving, we're losing daylight."

Dylan started to work his fist faster. He got maybe halfway there and stalled out.

"I can't," he said. "Not with people watching. Sorry. It's the pressure."

"It's fine. People get nervous in front of the camera all the time, it's normal." She looked at him, and at the phone. Her thumbnail clicked against the case.

"Okay. Here. I'll just... I'll get it started, just so we can move this along."

She stepped over and took his cock in her hand before I understood what she meant, and she started to stroke him.

"Alexis. What are you doing."

"Getting him hard." She kept stroking, her wrist turning, her thumb dragging over the head. "He clearly needs a little help."

She was watching her own hand while she said it, swallowing between sentences.

"It's not that big a deal," she said, quieter, looking up at his face now instead of her hand, her lips parted.

"You're jerking him off, what do you mean it's not a big deal?"

"I am not! I'm not trying to make him cum, baby, I'm trying to take a good picture."

Dylan's breath dropped into a groan as it got stiffer.

"If we stand around waiting for him to psych himself up, we lose this amazing lighting, and the whole day was for nothing." She was watching him swell in her fist while she said it. "This is faster. It's... we're getting him looking his best. For Sasha."

He got harder in her hand. But still not all the way.

"It's not quite there," she said. "Come on, we need you, like, full staff."

"Yeah," Dylan said, embarrassed. "I usually... It's usually easier if there's, um. A little more going on."

Alexis stopped stroking but did not let go. "More going on?"

"Like, not... Not sex. Just, you know. Some mouth stuff." He looked like he wanted to disappear. "Even a little bit would help... god, this is so embarrassing."

Alexis looked at the phone in her hand, then at Dylan, then, for a second, at me. She opened her mouth to say something and closed it again.

"Well," she said. "I mean. It's just to get you ready for the picture."

I choked out, "What? You are not putting your mouth on Dylan's dick."

She let go of him and turned to face me fully, and she gave me a look of disapproval.

"Spencer. Listen to yourself." She said it with her voice calm and even. "It'll be maybe thirty seconds, it's for the picture, it's..." She pressed her lips together and started over. "I'm not like, blowing your roommate or something, I'm trying to stage a shot, and you're acting like it's cheating or something."

"That's not fair."

"Do you trust me or not?"

"Of course I trust you, that's not the..."

"Then trust me. I'm a professional, and I'm not some kind of cheater." She gestured at Dylan with the phone without quite looking at him. "I'm not making it all sensual or whatever. Dylan's not making a thing of it." She glanced at Dylan. "Are you?"

"No," Dylan said quickly. "No. It's not like that, man. It's just to get things going."

"See?" Alexis said. "He gets it. You're the only one in this room acting like something bad is happening."

I sighed. "I just think it's weird," I said, and I could hear how weak it was even as it came out.

Alexis gave a small shrug. "Yeah, it is a little weird. This isn't your everyday photo shoot, I realize that. But this is the kind of thing we'll laugh about later. Okay?"

She turned to Dylan before I could respond. "Come here."

She handed Dylan the phone. "Here, hold this." Then she pulled the hair tie off her wrist and put her hair up, the way she did before the gym.

Then she looked at him.

"Don't you think this is going a little too far?" I pleaded.

"It'll be thirty seconds," she said. "Probably. Dylan, you keep your hands at your sides and you don't say anything, and the second you're hard enough to shoot, I stop."

"Alexis..."

"I'm setting boundaries, so we're all clear on what this is. Feel better?" she said, exasperated, and went down onto her knees on the carpet in front of him with his dick an inch from her face.

She looked up at him and kept her eyes locked on his.

"This is just to get you ready," she said.

Then she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, her fingers stopping short of closing around his girth, and pulled in a long slow breath through her nose. She leaned in and dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, base to tip, one slow wet stripe, and licked circles around the head, and Dylan's whole body shuddered like he had a chill. A bead of precum welled up out of the tip and she lapped it up and hummed in delight. Then she opened her mouth and sank her lips over the swollen head.

I was so hard it hurt, I wanted to yell stop, but my brain was such a jumbled mess that I couldn't even make myself move.

She worked the head, with her tongue flicking under the ridge while her fist slowly stroked up and down the thick shaft, twisting a little at the top. I knew that move well, and she knew it drove me out of my mind. Spit was pooling at the corners of her mouth and running down over her knuckles. Dylan's knees were shaking.

She pulled off with a wet pop and a thread of drool stretched between her bottom lip and the head of his cock, and she said, "There, see, it's working." She was right, he was fully hard now.

"Great," I said. "He's hard, you can stop now."

She bobbed her head on him twice more, humming around his cock. Then she pulled off just enough to talk, her eyes still glued to it.

"Mmm... I mean, it's almost hard enough." She gave a small shrug. "Just a little more..." And she took him back in her mouth, and this time she took him deep, until I watched her throat bulge around it and heard her gag and pull back with spit stringing off the shaft in ropes. Then she did it again, sloppier, wetter, choking herself down on him, her fist chasing her lips over the inches she couldn't fit, and she moaned around a mouthful of Dylan's fully erect dick, her drool running down his balls.

"Oh my god," Dylan breathed. "Alexis. Oh my fucking god."

"Okay," I said. "Okay, he's hard, that's... you can take the picture now, that's enough."

She held up one finger at me while she held his cock down her throat, wait, and she kept sucking. Her free hand slid down between her legs, first rubbing her pussy outside her jeans, then reaching down inside them. She moaned around him again, grinding her hips down onto her hand.

She pulled off him with a gasp, spit running down her chin, and looked at what she'd done to him, blinking slow, her hand still moving inside her jeans. Then she slid her fingers out and looked at them, glistening wet, and wrapped that hand around the shaft, using her pussy juices to lubricate her strokes. Dylan was rock hard and stared down at her with his mouth hanging open.

She looked back up at him. "Mmm... Look at how... big and... beautiful your cock looks right now." She put her hand out to him. "This is perfect. Give me the phone."

She took a dozen of them from her vantage point.

"That's it, oh my god look at that," she murmured, reaching up every few shots with her free hand to hold him steady.

She got to her feet finally and swiped back through them, biting her lip.

"These are good," she said. "These are really good."

"Great, good, perfect, so we're done, Dylan, get dressed." I picked up his boxers and threw them at him.

"Yeah?" Dylan laughed, shaky, and bent down and started stepping into his boxers. "Okay, umm, which ones do I send? Can you star the best three?"

"Sure," she said. "Yeah."

She held the phone out to him. Then she turned it back around before he could take it. "Wait. Let me just..." Her thumb went back and forth between the same two pictures. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist without looking away from the screen.

Dylan got one leg into his boxers.

She was still staring at the screen, breathing through her mouth, and her thumb had stopped scrolling and just rested there. Her nipples were standing up hard, poking through her shirt.

"Umm." She looked up at him, and back down at the phone. "Maybe. Just..." She swallowed. "I think we could do better? Like, they're good. They're really good, it's just, maybe we try a couple more. A couple different ones. Since we're already, you know. Set up."

"Alexis. They're good. You said they're good. We're done."

"They're good, just... they're good for what they are, it's just a little cold and clinical," she said like she'd finally found the handle on it. "It's just him against a wall. It's a good him against a wall, but it's, like, what are we trying to say with this. You know?"

"I don't know what that means," I said impatiently.

"It means context." She looked up, focused now. "It means she doesn't want to see it just sitting there. She wants to imagine touching it, feeling it on her body."

"The one with your hand on it was good," Dylan said.

"I mean, a hand is a hand. It doesn't make me, like, want it." She said it to the screen, then glanced at me. "Sasha, I mean."

Dylan stood where he was, hard, one leg still in his boxers.

"Well," he said, to nobody in particular. "She's the expert, so what do we do?"

"We show her what she could have, what she could be doing with it."

I shook my head forcefully. "No... uh uh..."

"Spencer..."

"No. That's... Absolutely not. That is so far over the line."

"What line? I'm talking staging, Spencer. Not like, anything real." She lowered the phone and looked at me. "Half the couples I shoot can barely stand each other by the reception, and the album still looks like a love story. The picture just tells a story. It's all pretend."

"Pretend what? What are you going to be pretending, Alexis?"

"Okay, it will look a little sexual, but that's the point, okay? We just need a... girl's body to demonstrate with."

"It's not some girl's body, it's your body."

"I'll basically be a prop. It's not about me. God, you make it sound so dramatic." Then she took a deep breath, and put her free hand flat on my chest. "Baby. Hey. Look at me. I love you. This is going to be a funny story we tell each other in bed. But you have got to stop letting your imagination run away with you. It makes me feel like you don't trust me. That sucks."

Her hand stayed warm on my chest.

"The good lighting here is about gone," she said, stepping back. "Let's move to the living room, we can control the lighting better in there. Come on."

And she walked out, and Dylan looked at me, still hard, and shrugged. He stepped back out of the boxers and left them on the floor, following Alexis. I followed too, after I finally got my feet to move.

---

She came back from the hall closet with the folded light stand and the ring light and set it up in the corner like she was about to shoot somebody's engagement announcement.

"Keep rubbing your cock for me while I set up," she told Dylan, as she unfolded the stand. "I don't want you going soft on me again."

She pulled lamps across the floor, clicked off the overhead, moved a chair, moved it back, then stood in the middle of the room with her thumb and finger boxing out frames while Dylan waited naked and hard on the rug.

"Okay," she said. "We can make this work. We'll have good control in here."

"Control of what?" I said.

She rolled her eyes at me. "The lighting, Spencer. The thing I keep telling you matters."

She pointed at the rug. "Dylan, lie down there. Head that way. No, diagonal. There!"

"I'm lost," Dylan said. "I don't know what we're doing."

"Nobody ever does, that's why photographers exist. Just keep that cock hard for me, okay?"

I didn't like the way she kept saying "for me."

He lay flat on his back on my living room floor, still rock hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

Alexis knelt beside him with the phone. "Let's get some context for the size first." Then she wrapped her hand around his cock and handed the phone to Dylan. "Here, just hold it right there."

She wrapped her other hand around it. "See? I need two hands to hold this big thing. That's an impressive shot. Snap it."

Dylan did as he was told, and the fake shutter clicked.

"I have an idea. Here, keep it right there." She put her forearm alongside the shaft. "Wow, yeah, it's like the size of my forearm. That looks really sexy. Sasha's gonna cream her pants. Take the shot."

"Damn," Dylan said, looking at the photo like it had been taken of someone else. "These pictures look amazing."

"But that's just the teaser," she said.

"Of course it is," I said.

She took the phone back from Dylan, gave me a dirty look for half a second, and went back to scrolling between the shots. "It's still just body parts. It's technically good, but there's no desire in it, no want."

"I want to get this over with," I said.

"Don't be like that, babe. You're acting all insecure. Do you think that's attractive?" She shook her head and kept looking at the phone. "Sasha needs to picture what she could be doing with it."

She thought for a second and looked up. "Tits!"

"I think I get what you mean. Like, show her what I could do to her." Dylan nodded slowly.

"Exactly," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head.

She unclasped her bra, letting her giant tits spill out, and lay down on her back on the floor.

"Here, Dylan, kneel over me. Lay it right in the valley between them."

"What are you doing?" My voice cracked.

"Relax, my face won't even be in it. It's just cleavage. It could be anybody."

"It's not anybody, it's you."

"I'm not showing my face, nobody is going to know it's me."

"I'll know!"

"You see them every night, babe. This is exactly what I mean about you making it dramatic. Just chill and let me do my job."

He knelt over her, dropping his hips to lay his cock between her tits. Her nipples were stiff from the cool air or from being turned on, probably both. She stared down at his cock pointing at her face, her mouth hanging half open.

Dylan looked at me and shrugged as his hard dick lay between my girlfriend's tits. Alexis pressed them together around the shaft with both hands and looked down.

"Oh," she said.

The shaft disappeared into the flesh of her cleavage and the head came out at the top, right under her chin. She pressed her tits together tighter, watching the way they swallowed the giant dick pointing at her face.

"Okay. That's... yeah. That's a good... umm, shot." Her voice came out disjointed through her heavy breathing.

She picked up the phone and held it above them, chin tucked, taking three or four pictures while Dylan held still. Then she dipped her head and licked across the head several times, teasingly.

"Why do you need to lick it?" I said weakly.

"It looks better that way, it's glistening in the light," she said, and licked him again.

She looked at the screen, then back at his cock between her tits. "Wow, look at this, babe. It's still sticking out the top. Yours usually disappears in there."

"You have big tits! Of course it disappears. Anything is gonna disappear in those things."

"Not Dylan, that's my point..."

She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and took another shot. Dylan let out a deep groan and thrust forward, sliding his shaft through her cleavage and pushing the head against her mouth. He pulled back and thrust forward again.

"Whoa, whoa, hey!" I snapped.

"Shit... sorry," Dylan said, and he thrust again. "It's kind of involuntary."

Alexis's thumbs pressed against her nipples, making small circles, and she took his head in her mouth.

"Actually, umm, can you do that again?"

"What?" He looked down at her, breathing heavy.

"Burst mode," she said, raising the phone. "I'll get a bunch of shots of your entire length moving between my tits, it shows her what it looks like in use."

"In use? You don't need to 'use' Dylan's cock, Alexis!"

"Pretend use." She did not look at me. "Dylan, long, slow thrusts. Go ahead."

Dylan slowly drew back and slid forward through her tits. The shutter clicked in a fast little run. Each time the head came up, Alexis caught it with her lips, just enough to keep it wet, then let it slide back down between her breasts.

"You got the shot. That's enough," I said.

"Almost," she said. Another slow stroke, another burst of clicks. "This looks good."

His pace crept up. The channel between her tits got slick and wet, and her lips stayed on him longer each time he came forward. The phone started to sag toward the rug.

"These are good shots. I think we got it."

Dylan rose up on his knees with his jaw slack and his cock twitching in the cool air. Alexis lay there for a second with a shining stripe of spit down the middle of her chest, breathing hard through her mouth.

"Great," I said. "We're done."

"Almost." She sat up too fast, then steadied herself with one hand on the rug. "Those are good, but we need a little variety, you can't take one good shot and call it a day."

"Here." She patted her lower stomach. "Right here, just lay your cock right here, so she'll see how deep it'll go."

She lifted her hips and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs.

"And don't worry, Spencer, he's just resting it on me, and my panties are still on, so you don't, like... freak out again."

"Scootch down between my legs, Dylan," she said, patting the rug.

She kicked her jeans aside and spread her legs wide apart. Dylan shifted down between her thighs.

"Okay. Lay it right there."

He laid his cock flat across her stomach, over her thin cotton panties.

"There." She held the phone above herself and took a few careful shots. "Wow, it reaches past my navel. That's the shot. What else does Sasha need to know?"

"Heh, yeah, that makes me look like a porn star or somethin'."

"Guys..." I said. "Come on."

"It's resting on me, Spencer. Think of me as the background for the shot."

She grabbed it and repositioned it several times as she took more pictures. It twitched each time she touched it.

As she continued shooting, Dylan and I both noticed at the same time. Dylan stared down at her and swallowed. "Uhh, Alexis, your... umm, your panties are, like, soaked. You can, like, see right through them."

Alexis stared at the screen, ears red. Then she laughed once.

"Okay. Well." She hooked her thumbs in the waistband. "That's a little embarrassing, but I may as well lose them at this point."

"Then stop."

"I'm not keeping soaked underwear in the shot." She lifted her hips and peeled them down, and the cotton clung to her pussy a second before it let go, a thin string of her wetness stretching and snapping as she worked them off one ankle. She balled them up and tossed them toward the couch without looking, and they landed short, by my foot, soaked dark all the way through. "There."

They were both naked, lying on my living room rug, Dylan's cock resting against her bare pussy.

"Seriously," I said. "You have enough pictures."

She moved her hips up and down slightly, pushing her wet lips against his shaft.

She took a deep shaky breath, and scrolled through the photos.

"Yeah, umm, you're right." She cleared her throat. "Okay. Some of these are perfect. Anything more is probably..."

The phone buzzed in her hand.

"Dylan." Her eyebrows went up. "Sasha."

...to be continued