She was tired of posting selfies everywhere. She really needed a camera guy. But who? And how was she going to pay him?

After a semester in college, it was clear Stella wasn’t keeping her scholarship. Tuition was.. astronomical, and she struggled to find a way to come up with the money.

“You could always try stripping,” her friend joked.

Stacy was kind of a bitch. She never had to worry about money. Daddy paid for everything. Stella wasn’t going to strip but, the joke gave her an idea. She could do Only Fans maybe? Taking topless selfies, being careful not to show too much face. It started slowly, but money started to come in.

After only a month she had broken 4 digits, but still that wouldn’t make tuition. Her DMs were filled with special requests, offering more cash to see more of her body. She tried in the tiny dorm with her mirror, but the angles were all wrong. She wasn’t sure how to pose. It quickly dawned on her that she would need some kind of help. Someone she could trust not to tell everyone too.

The University had an extensive photography program. She searched a few names and found, mostly seniors who had appeared in exhibits. One even had a nude gallery. Clicking through the work seemed great, though quite artsy.

He only shoots medium format though?

Clicking through a few other profiles, she found another. An instagram account of a sophomore, Ray. Nervously, she sent him a DM.

“Hey! Love your work, I’d love to chat about working together?”

She didn’t give any details, but about 45 minutes later there was a reply.

“Hi! I just started shooting portraits, but I’d love the chance. Maybe we can meet on campus?”

She replied instantly, and an hour later they were face to face. Stella had worn a mid length dress, though the neckline offered an ample sight of her D cup chest. She’d also nervously put on a bit of make up. She wanted this to work. The thought of asking more than one person to take naked photos of her seemed to embarrassing to consider.

Ray wore baggy jeans, and a slightly stretched shirt with a rolled, dirty collar. He looked nervous, moreso than Stella felt even, looking around anxiously for the girl in the profile pic.

Crinkling her nose, Stella eyed her potential partner. He seemed like a dweeb. A bit.. messy, disorganized. Still his work looked good. Maybe this was the kind of guy she wanted, not too full of himself, and would be eager to work with her, and maybe do it for free.. She liked that idea enough to wave him over.

He quickly made his way to the seat in front of her, with a cute nervous smile.

“Uhh, hi,” he half muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, I’m glad we could meet up so soon.”

“Yea, uh me too. So, portraits? What.. what did you have in mind.”

Stella studied his face, her eyes narrowing. I guess it was now or never.

“Well to be honest.. I’m looking for some help.. with my only fans.”

Her voice softened to barely a whisper as she spoke the words, watching his eyes widen. He looked at her for a second, shifting his weight.

“Seriously?”

She watched his eyes now dart lower, to her chest, her body, as if already imagining her. She nodded back, her eyes watching his.

“I’m just getting started, and I was to improve the photos I’m taking. Have you,” she paused to bite her lip a second, “taken photos like that?”

“I.. I had an ex, just once or twice,” he whispered.

“I want to keep this discreet, obviously, but is it something you’d be interested in?”

Again his eyes twitched to her chest as he sucked in air slowly. Stella pushed back her long, golden hair.

“Would.. uh, would it be like a.. paid? thing?”

Her eyes narrowed again, lips turning downward slightly.

“Like what?”

“Like.. part of what you make from them?”

She did the math quickly in her head. Tuition due date was coming up fast. She needed every cent she could manage. Sharing with him wouldn’t work, at least not in the beginning.

“I.. am trying to make a certain amount first. Maybe we could start just trying this out? and if it’s profitable we can discuss it again?”

“What amount?”

“18 thousand.”

“Tuition?”

“Tuition,” she nodded, seeing the understanding on his face.

“I can.. appreciate that.. but, I don’t know.. something would be nice. It’s a lot of work.. Maybe something else?”

His eyes flashed lower again. She watched his obvious glance and tilted her head.

Was this little dweeb trying to hook up?

She didn’t say anything, looking at him instead, her face curled into a frown. She would get to keep the money.. and he was cute, in a way.. still. She didn’t want to sleep with him.

“Ok look. First you take the photos, and if I like them and it’s good, then… maybe a blowjob?”

His face flushed as his eyebrows jumped, “okay!” he croaked eagerly, ”… when?”

“My roommate isn’t here this weekend. We can do it at my dorm.”

She gave him her dorm number, and two hours later he was in her room with a very large camera.

“So.. I guess.. what do you normally do?” he asked.

Stella sat on her bed wearing a T shirt and shorts. She had put on mascara and eye liner, and straightened her hair. It was the look that always got her the most engagement.

“I mean.. usually I just take a selfie of my tits..” she admitted.

“Well.. maybe we just start there and I can coach you a bit?”

That meant she would have to actually undress in front of him, slowly she nodded.

“Okay.”

He had already noticed her nipples, poking delicately though the thin material of her shirt. She was nervous, and it always put her body on edge. Carefully she slipped her arm in her shirt and lifted it off her body, mindful of her hair. She took a deep breath as she revealed herself to him.

“I didn’t consider how awkward this would be,” she giggled.

He smiled, his face flushed again.

“You’re beautiful, don’t worry, you’re going to look great. Uh, maybe lets use it, since you’re nervous. It makes you look.. innocent. Can you run your fingers through your hair?”

She looked at him and nodded before looking at the camera, she sat up straight, pushing out her chest as the shutter began to click. Her fingers cutting delicately through her hair.

“Okay, try looking down, and then back up at the camera, Keep your chin low and pretend you’re seeing me here for the first time.”

As he took more photos, he became more and more confident, guiding her, taking control. He led her through several other poses before looking over the camera.

“Do you want to take off your shorts?”

“I.. yea, I guess I should.”

Leaning back, she slowly pushed down the small shorts, revealing bare skin. A trimmed tuft of blonde and her neat slit. Letting them fall to the floor, she was suddenly nervous again, sitting straight, her hands crossed in front of her. She watched him, feeling more exposed than she had ever before.

Ray couldn’t help but take in her now bare form. She was so perfect. Thin, tanned, cute. Definitely moreso than any girl he’d been naked with before.

“Okay, take a deep breath, and we’ll keep going,” he encouraged, “I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs, tussle your hair over one shoulder and flirt with the camera, like you’re showing off.”

She giggled, “I am showing off.”

“Exactly” he smiled.

Behind the camera, he was confident, comfortable, and tried to hide the thick bulge that had grown down his pant leg. Stella followed his direction, scooting to the edge. She took a deep breath as she spread her legs, letting her folds open, exposed completely. Ray’s camera snapped quickly, with a renewed flurry. Through the lens he could see her glistening lips, her obvious arousal in the moment. “This is so good,” he gushed, grinning behind the viewfinder.

Stella couldn’t help but smile, feeling warm as he clicked away. After another half hour, he’d taken nearly 600 photos.

“I think I’ve got some really, really good stuff,” he grinned, scrolling through on the back of the camera, “You are gorgeous Stella.”

She smiled, her body fluttering with heat. “Come sit on the bed with me.”

Turning away from the screen, he cocked his head at her.

“Don’t you want to see?”

“No, I believe you,” she said, biting her lip, “come sit with me.”

Setting down the camera, he breathed in looking at Stella, still naked, and blushing. Nervously he sat down next to her.

“This was really fun,” she admitted, her hand on his chest.

She flashed a nervous smile before leaning in to kiss him. Surprised, he quickly kissed her back, his hands finding her chin, his heart pounding. Her hands moved lower, to his lap, forcing him to groan as he felt out his bulge through his pants.

“Take these off,” she breathed, finally breaking her lips from his. His fingers flew, pushing off the jeans and boxers underneath. His cock quickly springing free. “Jesus,” Stella gasped, seeing his prick finally. Her fingers quickly gripped it again, kissing him again. His hands moved too, finding her tits, squeezing them eagerly. Huge, easily filling his grip.

“God I want this,” she moaned, kissing the tip of his cock. Being so exposed, and his confidence. She had been thinking about this moment since she’d taken off her shorts. Her mouth eagerly enveloped the tip of his cock as he groaned, leaning back. Her fingers cupping around his sack, taming the curly brown hair as she moved deeper, taking more of him.

Fuck he’s huge

Sliding off the bed, she knelt in front of him, working her mouth on his prick hungrily. Pushing him down her throat as she controlled her breathing, squeezing and lapping his head with her tongue. Peeling off his shirt, his fingers combed through her blond hair, feeling her as she moved, working down his shaft. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy Stella. You’re a goddess,” he groaned.

His words only fueled her. She felt powerful, hungry for more.

“God I want this,” she gasped, pulling his prick from her lips, stroking the drool coated shaft.

“I want to feel you,” she growled, climbing up, forward onto him. Her tits hung in his face as she pressed him down, angling his cock into the heat between her legs.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” she whispered.

He nodded, eyes wide as his hands gripped her narrow waist. His swollen tip throbbed as it pressed into her, a tight, drooling slit.

“Oooohh, ohh, slow, oh my god,” she whispered as she rocked her hips, working down slowly, breathing as he disappeared inside her.

“God you’re so big, you feel so fucking good.”

She moved carefully at first, rocking her hips, his hands gripping her chest, her neck, her body. They were intertwined now. She bounced more and more, and he moved his hips to press against her, pushing himself as deep as he could.

“Oh my fucking god,” she hissed, her body shaking, her jaw clenched. Closing her eyes, she gripped the sheets next to him, bouncing faster as she lost control. “Yes, oh fuck yesss,” she squealed, tipping over the edge.

He could feel her squeeze and couldn’t help but grunt too as her body locked up. From underneath her he thrust, forcing her orgasm further, pumping her with pure bliss.

“Fuckk,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her ass as he pulled her down, hard and fast, stretching her and fucking her.

“I’m so fucking close..”

”..Wait… please.. I want to cum again,” she squeaked, her body already tense.

Pressing them together, he pounded her, bouncing her on top of him. Using her hands and her legs, she slammed back against him.

“Ofuckohfuckohufuuuucckkk,” she screeched, shaking again, draping her blonde hair all over his face as she buried him as deep as she could inside of her slit.

Feeling his cock head against her cervix was too much, he grunted loudly, grabbing her and pulling her down against him as he pumped cum inside her. “That’s it.. oh my god, Jesus Christ.”

Pressed together, she could feel him pulsing, stretching her insides and flooding her with seed. “I can’t wait to do this again,” she whispered, kissing his cheek as she settled in against his chest.