New Artist New Naughty!
Chapter 01 of Larry the Horndog Daddy
"You want to what? Isn't that porn?"
"Well no, Cassandra! At least I don't think so," Larry said. "Maybe a little but it's just me, the photographer and them, the models or clients. Not like I'm bringing in a full video crew."
"Hmm, okay I guess. I'm out of Ted's ranch most of the time and it's a shame to let this studio go unused."
"Thanks, hon! I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a while and I'm ready to try it now."
Later that day he had shimmering white sheers draped over the ceiling to floor windows which, I admit, filtered the light beautifully. I used it for painting and light was not nearly as important to me as it was to a photographer. And in this particular instance, I thought, for privacy. I handed him the key, wished him luck and headed back out to the ranch.
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I was more thrilled than Cassandra even realized to get my own studio space. I had a set up for graduation pictures in my home, but my wife Myra did not even like that, so I shot mostly outdoors. We had married young and as we aged, she became more of a prude which reflected in her attitude and in our bed.
My daughter, Elise moved out as soon as she turned eighteen and had been on her own, with a good job, for three years. We always texted and often saw each other because she liked to cook for her Daddy. We shared the same dry humor and loved off-color jokes.
Several of her friends modeled for me and had indicated their interest in doing some nudes. With this private space, I could now do that. Myra would have had a fit if I had shot nudes in our house not to mention what I have in mind.
One of the girls and her boyfriend expressed an interest in doing a shoot with me even after I explained what I was looking for. It wasn't mainstream and as Cassandra said, bordered on porn. Only no one was being exploited or doing anything against their will. No money would be involved. I made it clear posing for this project was totally volunteer.
"Evie!" I opened the door to one of my regular models. "Come in and see my new studio digs!"
"Wow Larry, this is quite an improvement!" She looked around at the large expanse of space."And no Myra!" We laughed.
"No, and she will never be here. This is my private studio."
"I like the sound of that." She wandered over to the bed in the center of the studio space. "Very sexy!"
It was covered with faux leopard fur and had a sheer black backdrop that would be backlit. Whoever had the photographer side of this studio left a huge supply of backdrops, lighting, props, and other photo supplies.
She sat on the edge of the bed running her hands over the fur. I had always wanted to shoot her nude because I knew her clothing covered an awesome body. I'll admit, even though I have not photographed nudes to this point, all my models were well endowed on top. I love big tits personally and photographically. Evie wore an industrial strength bra. One of those with the wide straps just to hold it all sweet flesh up.
I shot digital of course, but in a format that could be converted to black and white and not lose any of the grays for depth. In the old days they had black and white film and darkrooms, today it takes some digital tweaking to get that same look.
I idolize George Hurrell. He was a glamour photographer from back in the Hollywood Jean Harlow, Greta Garbo days. He shot the sexiest and most sensual photos and used no nudity. A master of erotica, but because he had no nudes, he was not recognized as such.
"Do you want to shoot me nude today?"
"If you're comfortable with that. I know we are in new territory here."
"No, I'm fine with it. I love posing for you and seeing the outcome. I can't wait to see nudes of me," she said excitedly.
Evie stripped before I could even show her the bathroom, which also had a makeup table with lights, an enormous shower, and a dressing room.
Yes, that bra did hold up some hefty hooters that surprisingly had little sag. Her nipples perched like chocolate kisses and created an upturned effect. The under curve of her breast was a lusciously plump curve. Wide curvaceous hips balanced out her spectacular body.
"Am I okay?"
"Uh, Evie, you're more than okay. You have a beautiful body and I can't believe I get the opportunity to photograph you."
"I guess you must like me," she said, grinning and glancing down at the front of my pants that my cock had jutting out.
"Yes, I guess that's the downfall of a male photographer eh," I said, somewhat embarrassed but knowing it would happen.
My photographer's instincts took over and I began adjusting the lighting and camera angles.
"Just lie on your side to start and we can go from there. You're a sexy girl and I think you know what to do to turn guys on. You want to seduce the camera."
"Okay I can do that but I'd rather seduce you," she said, smiling.
"For the photograph, okay! It wouldn't be very practical for me, as a photographer, to get involved with a model and a friend." She nodded.
"How sexy can I get?"
"I can't think of any limitations. Do what you're comfortable with."
She stretched out her long legs, one knee slightly forward, and held a breast in her hand. "Damn that IS sexy Evie... Spread your fingers a bit... Just give us a peek at that nipple... Tease us with it..." As I talked she changed positions and the flash fired off like a machine gun.
"Okay, go ahead and relax. I'm going to go back through what I have so far to check lighting and all."
I had my laptop hooked to the camera and was able to see the shots in a larger format. She was seductive alright, I thought. A natural in front of the camera and seductive as hell.
I set up for the next round and noticed she changed the bed platform. All the pillows were piled against the headboard, creating a confetti of colors in silk. She leaned back against the pillows with her knees together and tipped to the side.
"Very sexy. Very very sexy, Evie."
She raised her arms and grabbed the iron headboard, then crossed her arms above her head, and then crossed her arms below her tits, squeezing them together and I kept firing off shots as she moved.
