My Photographer and the Pregnant Model
Internet Belly
After the clients had gone, I was wrapping up the last of the equipment from a still photo shoot of pregnant lingerie for an online catalog, when a tight-faced woman returned to the main studio from my little dressing room. She nodded brusquely at me, then turned and left me alone with the model, Jenny.
Jenny was a fresh, perky, very young girl – the kind that women accept and many men don’t always notice. Today her belly was evidently pregnant, but still too modest to offend delicate customers. I figured she was taking a lot of time, even for a fashion model, so I went back and tapped on the dressing room door.
No answer. She was probably on her cell phone – models always were – so I put an ear to the door to check. I heard sobbing inside. A bit worried, I knocked louder.
The door finally opened, and Jenny came out, dressed in anonymous sweats, her eyes red from crying. When I asked what was the matter, she shook her head and started weeping again.
“Come on, now, something big is wrong. Please tell me,” I said, putting an arm around her shoulders. I led her into the studio, and we sat down on the loveseat.
“That was my rep,” she said finally, her voice shaking. “From the modeling agency. She came to tell me there wouldn’t be any work for at least six months – maybe eight. And I’m not quite five months gone!”
“You mean because of your belly?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, ’cause of my belly.” She pulled up her sweatshirt and pants to reveal her sweet pink bulge. “And it’d take two-three months to get my body back after.”
“Ooh,” I said, trying to sound sympathetic.
“Yeah, ‘ooh.’ I had to give up my apartment today; now all I got’s a ten-year old Suburu filled with clothes and kitchen crap and no place to put it – or me.”
“What about the father?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“No. No.” She shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears again.
“Okay; it’s okay,” I said, holding her close.
No answer. She just leaned into me and started sobbing again.
I held her for several minutes, noting the clean smell of her hair. I also couldn’t help noticing the two sizable hills of her breasts below and the obvious bulge of her belly. I told myself sternly that it didn’t matter that she was warm and soft. She was in a bind.
“Look: my apartment upstairs has an empty bedroom – only one bath, but we could work that out. I mean, if you’ll trust me,” I said finally.
She studied me some more, her eyes still red from crying. “Are you gay?”
“No, I’m straight,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“Lots of photographers are, you know,” she said, her voice small.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, shaking my head. “But I’m not.”
“Okay… Roomie,” she said finally, a small smile on her face.
An hour later, she was set up in the other bedroom of my airy, second floor flat. She looked around, taking in the nice furnishings and décor.
“Sure you’re not gay?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“No, I’m not gay,” I said, trying to laugh.
“My girlfriend moved out six months ago,” I said, trying to explain.
“Ex?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Yeah, ex. And I’m not gay, I swear.”
“Nice views,” she said, looking out the window at the ocean and sunset.
Jenny bustled cheerfully through the following week, as if to pay rent by cooking and cleaning and re-arranging furniture and décor to make improvements a male couldn’t see.
But then her good mood gave way to gloom again. At one of her very good suppers, she sighed and said, “I’m stuck, Jack. Even with you buying the food, I’m dead broke. I can’t pay my cell phone bill or credit card interest. Worse than ‘stuck,’ I’m screwed.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” I said, trying to sound helpful.
“What about?” she asked, her eyes curious.
“Maybe we could try something new,” I said, my mind racing with ideas.
“Like what?” she asked, her voice skeptical.
“Well, you’re pregnant, and you’re not getting any younger. Maybe we could try some… glamour work,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Like your ex-girlfriend?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“No, sexier,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“You mean porn?” she asked, her voice small.
“Well, erotic, but no hard-core,” I said, trying to clarify.
“Hm. Weeell, I could give it a shot,” she said, her voice uncertain.
“I mean now: for the next four months,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.
Jenny goggled at me, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Let me show you,” I said, rising from the table.
Jenny followed me to my desk, where I pulled up a few internet porn sites on my computer.
“See? Just like product shooting, but the product is you,” I said, trying to explain.
She looked at the screen with one of her funny smiles. “Hm. What would I have to do?” she asked, her voice curious.
“Well, we’d shoot some stills and video, mostly studio or here in my flat. You’d be the star, and I’d be the director,” I said, trying to sound confident.
“But my belly’s growing every week,” she said, her voice worried.
“The bigger the better, kiddo,” I said, trying to reassure her.
Jenny looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “But how long is ‘eventually,’ and what do I do ’til then?” she asked, her voice small.
“You stay here, and I’ll advance you enough for your outstanding bills and some walking around cash. By the time the baby comes, you’ll have enough to pay me back and pay for it too,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“At four months plus? We’ll fix that tomorrow,” I said, trying to reassure her.
Jenny looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “Okay… Roomie,” she said finally.
It was a girl and Jenny was doing fine. From the four-month-plus size of her sexy belly, she could expect a big, big baby.
On the way back from the doctor’s, we stopped at a good wig shop I knew of and fitted her with sensuous auburn curls to cover her pixie blond cut.
Then, when we got back to my place, we started work in the studio. I began with a still session, talking her through a progressive strip to bare skin, then cupping her breasts, caressing her belly, holding big breaths to increase her bulge.
After a brief rest, I set up my HD camcorder (still tape in those days) and had her reprise the same action in real time.
This was going to be my pattern: first the stills that also rehearsed the movies, and finally video. Jenny was a natural actress, and her odd blend of erotic innocence was truly arousing.
Later, when I had a six-minute cut of the video, I sat her down in front of my big reference monitor with a USB microphone hooked to audio software in my computer.
Instead of a script, I jotted a topic outline and let her improvise with it: speaking her thoughts as she slowly stripped, examined and squeezed her breasts in a mirror, and rubbed the thrusting dome of her pregnant belly.
At this four-month stage, my theme was pride at her new condition, regret that the father had walked out on her, and a growing horniness that no one was relieving.
Jenny was a great natural actress, and when I cut the best takes together and added a touch of reverb, I could sync her recording to the video. It would seem like Jenny’s thoughts as she displayed herself for the viewer.
This was the style we set – a style that would make us different from the other big-bellied pussy flashers then offered on pay sites.
My lighting was better, more natural, than ho-hum studio glamour lighting, and Jenny was blessedly clear of that porn or almost-porn actress look.
She resembled the girl next door – if the girl next door made you slobber on sight.
I took it slowly through the fifth month of Jenny’s pregnancy, shooting maybe three times a week.
She took my direction well, and I worked her carefully, gently, toward more erotic display.
I moved gradually, partly because Jenny wasn’t a seasoned porn actress and partly because I didn’t want to lose her unique quality of seductive but slightly shy innocence.
When she smiled and flirted, you wanted to roll over and have your belly scratched; and when she moved a slow hand down the slope of her own growing belly, as if bashfully wanting to hide her bald pussy, it was instant, painful bonerville.
I was example A – I couldn’t help it; Jenny was such an unusual combination of personal liveliness and physical lusciousness that I was hard half the time we were shooting.
“Okay, bunch your dress top on your belly and peel your bra straps – casually, casually!” I instructed, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Now unhook your bra; no, do it again but first take a deeeep breath and stick your chest out. Good! Now let the bra cups slip down, let your nipples just peek out, now more, now drop the bra,” I said, trying to guide her.
Jenny snickered. “Call them ‘boobs,’ it’s easier to say.”
And oh what boobs they were too, big and free-floating, their smooth skin already tightening from the pressure building inside them.
As she started to wiggle her dress downward, they swung like lush bells and Jenny looked straight at me with a small, sly grin.
She could somehow communicate “naughty boy!” without seeming the least bit coy about it.
Whew! Either Jenny was a great actress or everyone was just too darn hot for words.
As I looked at Jenny, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the bedroom pin spots. My dimmer-controlled lighting had always been a passion of mine, and I loved the way it highlighted her features. But tonight, it wasn’t just about the lighting – it was about us, and the connection we shared.
“Now what?” Jenny asked, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at me. I gently pulled her man’s XL tee shirt over her head, and she shivered as my fingers grazed her skin. “Now you do mine,” I said, trying to sound calm despite the growing tension between us.
Jenny’s hands trembled slightly as she undid my shirt buttons, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lingered on my chest. I helped her out of my shirt, and then she pulled my pants down, her fingers grazing my skin as she removed them. I tapped each foot, and she raised it like an obedient horse, allowing me to remove her shoes. She repeated the process with my pants, grunting a bit as she knelt to finish the job.
As I stood back and looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. Jenny’s swollen breasts and seven-month belly were a sight to behold, and I knew I had to fight to keep my reactions in check. I held out my hands, and she took them, a look of uncertainty crossing her face.
“I can’t help my reaction, Jenny,” I said, trying to reassure her. “You’re so desirable, no man could stay neutral. But I promise I won’t push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I twirled a finger in a circle, and she reluctantly turned around. I undid her bra and helped her shrug out of it, my eyes lingering on her breasts as she lay on the bed.
“Your turn,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the growing tension between us. Jenny took my boxers and pulled them off, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of my erection. I smiled at her gently, taking care to keep my look higher than her chest.
“Let’s get on the bed,” I said, trying to sound calm despite the growing desire between us. Jenny hesitated, looking uncertain, and I knew I had to reassure her. “We’re only going to play, Jenny, just play and nothing more. Still trust me?”
She looked at me, her eyes searching for answers, and I knew I had to be honest with her. “I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just jump off the bed and head for your own bedroom. Your door has a snap lock on the inside.”
Jenny nodded, a look of determination crossing her face. She sat on the bed, pulled her long legs up, and lay down facing me. I twirled my finger horizontally, and she turned over onto her opposite side. I lay down gently and spooned her, my body pressed against hers.
As I wrapped my arms around her, I could feel her heart beating against my chest. I did nothing at all, letting the moment hang in the air. Jenny could feel my big cock against her butt, and it was twitching a bit. But she didn’t pull away – instead, she seemed to relax into my touch.
“You feel good, Jenny,” I whispered, my fingers grazing her skin. “And not just in the obvious places. Right here on your side, where your waist starts to flare into your hips, that’s the softest skin I’ve ever caressed.” Jenny made a quiet, brief grunting sound – I couldn’t yet tell what it meant.
I continued my slow inventory, talking as I grazed her warm skin with my fingers. “And here, in the valley where your thigh meets your pussy.” I used just one finger, to avoid pushing on her labia, but she still shuddered a bit. I went on stroking her body, telling her how sensuous her skin was, the outside of her arm, her throat, the hollow just above her collar bone.
As I lay there with her, I knew that I had to be patient. Jenny was still uncertain, still hesitant. But I also knew that I couldn’t rush her – I had to let her come to me, to trust me. And as I wrapped my arms around her, I knew that I was willing to wait, to let her take the lead.
“I wish you could see your bottom, Jenny,” I whispered, my hand caressing the upper cheek. “Your cheeks are succulent and smooth – no bumps, no dimples – sweet, perfect globes.” Jenny was humming now, her body relaxing into mine. I licked the side of her throat as I ran my palm over her shoulder and down to cup her breast.
“Awww, Jenny,” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. “You’re so beautiful, so sensual. I promise I’ll take care of you, that I’ll make you feel good.” And as I spoke, I knew that I meant every word – I would do whatever it took to make Jenny feel safe, to make her trust me.
As I caressed her swollen belly, my fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I whispered, my eyes locked onto hers. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, “Your breasts are so full, so enticing.” I circled her nipple with my fingertips, feeling it harden beneath my touch. Jenny let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I love your left breast,” I said, my voice filled with mock sympathy. “It’s always so neglected.” I widened my circles, rubbing over the little bumps on her aureoles, making her moan louder. Jenny’s hips began to move, pressing against me, and I scooted back a few inches, giving her space to roll onto her back.
“There it is,” I breathed, my eyes feasting on her breasts. “Your baby will be so lucky to have these to feed from.” I cupped and lifted her breast, feeling it like a water balloon in my hands. Jenny giggled, her voice husky with desire. “Boobs” is still easier to say, she said, and I chuckled, my cock twitching against her thigh.
“In bed, they’re breasts,” I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. “And they’re so erotic.” I twitched my cock against her thigh again, this time on purpose, making her gasp. Jenny’s eyes flew open, and she looked up at me, her face a picture of desire.
“Touch me, Jack,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I moved my hand down, caressing her smooth, bare mons, and cupped her pussy with three fingers. Jenny’s groans grew louder, and I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly as I continued to tease her clit.
“Shhhh,” I whispered, my tongue dancing across her lips. “Just relax, Jenny. Let me take care of you.” I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she met me with her own, our tongues entwined as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers.
Jenny arched her back, her body trembling beneath mine. I pulled my fingers out, and she let out a protesting moan. “Don’t stop, Jack,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. I smiled, my cock straining against her thigh, and leaned down to kiss her belly button.
No, Jenny, I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Don’t stop, go back down there. I turned onto my front, capturing and caressing her heavy breasts once more. Jenny’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan as I sucked her nipples, my tongue teasing her skin.
“We can’t do this, Jenny,” I said, my voice filled with reluctance. “I don’t think I can control myself.” Jenny’s eyes flew open, and she looked up at me, her face a picture of desire.
“What do you mean, Jack?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “We can do this. We can play, and I want to play with you.” She cupped her breasts, her eyes locked onto mine as she said, “I want to feel your touch, Jack. I want to feel you inside me.”
I pulled back, my cock straining against my boxers. Jenny reached out, her hand wrapping around my wrist, and pulled me back down to her. “Let’s do this, Jack,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. “Let’s play, and let’s see where it takes us.”
I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. “Okay, Jenny,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s do this.” And with that, I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers, and we began to play, our bodies entwined as we explored the depths of our desire.
As we moved, our bodies gliding together in perfect sync, I felt my cock straining against her thigh, my body trembling with desire. Jenny’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching beneath mine as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers.
“Jack,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Touch me, Jack.” I smiled, my cock twitching against her thigh, and leaned down to kiss her belly button. Jenny’s eyes flew open, and she looked up at me, her face a picture of desire.
“I’m ready, Jack,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I’m ready for you.” And with that, she pulled me back down to her, our bodies entwined as we began to move, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion.
As we moved, our bodies gliding together in perfect sync, I felt my cock straining against her thigh, my body trembling with desire. Jenny’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching beneath mine as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers.
“Jack,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I love you.” I smiled, my heart racing with excitement, and leaned down to kiss her. “I love you too, Jenny,” I whispered, my lips brushing against hers.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that I would never let her go. I would love her forever, and I would be hers, body and soul. And as we drifted off to sleep, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion, I knew that we would face whatever came next, together, as one.
The next morning, I woke up to find Jenny sitting on top of me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Good morning, Jack,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I’m ready for you.” And with that, she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine, and we began again, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion.
As we moved, our bodies gliding together in perfect sync, I felt my cock straining against her thigh, my body trembling with desire. Jenny’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching beneath mine as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers.
“Jack, I’m so glad we did this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so glad we found each other.” I smiled, my heart racing with excitement, and leaned down to kiss her. “Me too, Jenny,” I whispered, my lips brushing against hers.
And as we lay there, our bodies entwined, I knew that I would never let her go. I would love her forever, and I would be hers, body and soul. And as we drifted off to sleep, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion, I knew that we would face whatever came next, together, as one.
As the days turned into weeks, our love continued to grow. We spent every waking moment together, our bodies entwined as we explored the depths of our desire. And as we lay in bed, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion, I knew that I had found my soulmate in Jenny.
One day, as we were lying in bed, Jenny turned to me and said, “Forty weeks tomorrow, and I don’t yet have a name for my baby.” I smiled, my heart racing with excitement, and said, “Our baby, Jenny. I want to be a part of this.” Jenny’s eyes locked onto mine, and she said, “What did you say?”
“I said, I want to be a part of this,” I repeated, my voice filled with emotion. “I want to be a father, Jenny. I want to be a husband.” Jenny’s eyes welled up with tears, and she said, “Yes, Jack. Yes, I want that too.”
And with that, we knew that our love would continue to grow, our bond strengthening with each passing day. We would face whatever came next, together, as one, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion that would never fade.
As I looked at Jenny, my heart racing with excitement, I knew that I had found my soulmate in her. I would love her forever, and I would be hers, body and soul. And as we drifted off to sleep, our love making a crescendo of desire and passion, I knew that we would face whatever came next, together, as one.
Jenny lay on top of me, her head cradled in the crook of my hip, her warm hand wrapped around my thigh as she took me deep into her mouth. I floated on a wave of pleasure, watching her sleek body move above me, her shaved mound glistening in the morning light. She was a skilled lover, expertly teasing and torturing me with her lips and tongue, her pace deliberate and unhurried.
“Ooohhhh, Jenny,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
She pulled back with a tiny pop, a sly smile spreading across her face. “About time you woke up, Jack. Ready for your present?”
“What present?” I asked, my voice still laced with sleep.
“Wait.” Jenny climbed off me, her belly leading the way, and straddled me once more, her arm bracing against my thigh as she settled into position. “I brought you a pet, Jack – it’s a pussy!” She lowered herself onto me, slow and tantalizing, her straining belly bottoming out on mine as she wrapped her thighs around me.
“And like it or not, this pussy’s yours forever,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
“I like it, I like it,” I groaned, my body responding to her touch.
Jenny rode me, her strokes slow and deliberate, her muscles squeezing and releasing in time with her ragged breathing. I lay back, a prisoner of pleasure, watching her as she worked me over.
“Not until you…” I gasped, my body straining against hers.
“Not this time, Jack – this present’s all for you,” Jenny whispered, her voice rising in urgency. “Cum for me, Jack – cum now.” Her body began to move faster, her muscles clamping down on me in a fierce rhythm.
“Oh Jenny, I can’t hold it, Jenny,” I shouted, my body bucking against hers as I released inside her.
Jenny’s face contorted in a mix of surprise and ecstasy as she climaxed, her body shuddering against mine.
We collapsed together, our bodies spent, our hearts still racing with excitement. Jenny smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness.
“I think you baptized the baby, and she baptized you right back,” she whispered, a tiny trickle of liquid escaping from her body.
“Contractions?” I asked, my voice still laced with sleep.
“Not yet,” Jenny replied, her face still alight with joy.
“Then let’s shower and have breakfast,” I suggested, my body still humming with pleasure.
“Okay, but first…” Jenny leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. “Happy father’s day, Jack.”
“And happy birthday, Jacqueline,” I replied, my heart full of love and gratitude.
As we showered and dressed, Jenny’s face still glowed with happiness, her body still tender from our lovemaking. We headed downstairs, our hearts full of joy and anticipation, ready to face whatever the future held.
We married soon after, our love growing stronger with each passing day. Our family grew, too – Jack Jr., Jacqui, Clint, and the baby, Jenny, each one a precious gift from the universe. And through it all, Jenny was my rock, my partner, my best friend.