“Can I ask you something?” I said, tilting my head as I watched him. “But you have to promise to answer honestly and not get embarrassed…”

“Uhh…sure…” He chuckled nervously, his fingers fidgeting on the camera. “Shoot.”

I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves.

“Do you ever look at porn?” I asked, the words sticking together and coming out as one nervous sound; doyoueverlookatporn?. Pete’s eyes widened, and I laughed softly, enjoying the fact that the question made him as nervous as it made me. “Hey, you promised not to get embarrassed!”

He scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m not embarrassed,” he said, though his flushed face said otherwise. “I mean…I’m a guy. So, like, sure. I…am aware of porn.”

“Aware of porn?” I mimicked, his euphemistic word choice bringing a smile to my face. “Well, as it turns out, I am also aware of porn.” I laughed, but beneath my veneer of frivolity, my heart was beating fast. “How would you feel about helping me get some shots…like that?”

“Like what?” Pete’s face was redder than I had ever seen it, even redder than the time he tried to explain the plot of Neon Genesis Evangelion to my dad at dinner. “W-what kind of pictures exactly?”

“Just like…maybe a few topless shots, that's all.” I shrugged, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor to avoid his. “I just thought it might be… fun. You know, to see how it looks. But if you don’t want to—”

“No, no!” he blurted out, a little too quickly. His voice softened as he cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah. Okay. If you want to, let’s do it.”

I glanced up at him, catching the slight flush creeping up his neck. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding quickly, though his grip on the camera seemed tighter than before. “I’m cool. Totally cool.”

I stood there for a moment, a little awkwardly, not sure how to proceed. My fingers hovered near the laces at the back of the corset. “Okay,” I said softly, reaching for the ties at the back. My hands worked quickly, loosening the fabric until the tightness around my chest eased.

The corset slid down slightly, revealing the top of my areola, my nipples embarrassingly hard and begging for stimulation already.

Just like my pussy.

Without a word, Pete snapped a picture. And another. I began to move around a little, getting comfortable with my new level of exposure, pushing my forearms together, teasing the camera (and Pete) with my cleavage.

We worked in silence now, Pete snapping photo after photo while I tried to recreate all the sluttiest poses I had seen during my late night-scrolling. I turned sideways and arched my back, gently pushing my chest forward while letting my hand rest on my swollen clit through my panties.

It felt amazing.

Next, I knelt down on the rug, my thighs spread just enough to feel scandalously open. I leaned back on my hands, letting my hair tumble over my shoulders as I tilted my head back, exposing the curve of my neck and the soft rise of my chest. Then I shifted onto all fours, my head toward the camera, my tits fully spilling out of the top now and hanging down.

I could feel the panties pressing against me, a constant reminder of just how exposed I was.

I watched the bulge in the front of Pete’s pants and imagined what it would be like to crawl forward and take him in my mouth.

“How do the pictures look?” I asked, my voice dripping with arousal despite my attempts to mask it. I could have sworn that Pete’s cock twitched against the fabric of his pants as I spoke.

“Yeah…aha…really good actually.” Pete's voice cracked slightly, his nervous chuckle doing little to hide how flustered he was.

I shifted back onto my knees, sitting up straight, and let the corset slip off completely, my large breasts spilling free. They were fully exposed now, for the first time ever like this, just…in front of another person, acting as their porn. The thrill of being so openly displayed in front of him was doing things inside me, and I knew in that moment that I would have let him do anything to me he wanted.

Pete's camera clicked a few more times, but his movements were slower now, less steady. I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back in a way that made my tits even perkier.

"Still doing okay over there?" I asked, leaning forward slightly. My fingertips toyed with the edge of the panties, just barely tugging at the fabric as I shifted my hips.

Pete cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed as he nodded. The bulge in his pants was impossible to ignore now, and every glance at it sent another jolt of arousal through me. "Yeah. I'm good. These are… uh, turning out great."

I shifted my weight, arching my back a little more and pressing my thighs together to heighten the sensation building inside me. "You’re a pretty good photographer, Pete," I said, the temptation to push things further was almost overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

"So," I said finally, my voice softer now, more deliberate. "What do you want me to do next?"

Pete’s grip on the camera tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I, uh…" He trailed off, his gaze flickering over my body before landing back on my eyes.

I let my voice drop to a near whisper. "If it’s okay with you…I think I should take off my panties.”

[Part 4 if ya still wanna hear it!]