Her Control on the Lens

"Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?"

Vikram tried to sound professional — but his voice was tighter than usual.

Neha gave a soft smile, brushing her hair back.

"It’s just for your project. And I trust you."

That word again.

And now she stood in his studio — alone — about to pose for his first boudoir exhibition.

She was his best friend’s wife.

He shouldn’t even be here.

But now he was. Camera in hand. Cock already half-hard.

"We’ll start simple," he said, forcing focus.

"Of course."

She slipped off her coat — not seductively, just casual.

But the sight made him choke on his breath.

Black lace bra. Matching thong.

Long, sculpted legs ending in black heels.

The kind of body that didn’t need to tease — it was a tease by existing.

"Like this?" she asked, standing tall, arms loose at her sides — making her breasts rise perfectly in the lace.

"Perfect," he croaked.

She smiled sweetly. Innocent.

"Look at me," he directed.

She did — eyes calm, lips parted just slightly.

"Turn your shoulder a little."

She shifted — the movement pulling one strap a bit lower.

Not on purpose. Or was it?

He swallowed hard.

"One strap down," he instructed, keeping his voice flat.

"Like this?" she asked, fingers slipping the strap over her shoulder — slowly — lace tugging against her skin, the cup pulling down barely an inch.

"Good. Hold."

The camera clicked frantically.

"Other strap."

"Mmhmm."

She slid it down — slow again — not coy, just deliberate.

Now both straps hung loose — her breasts pushing up under the lace, nipples clearly pressing into the thin fabric.

She gave him a curious glance.

"Should I... adjust it more?"

"No. Stay just like that."

God, she was killing him.

But her face stayed calm — innocent — as if unaware of the effect she was having.

"Undo the clasp," he said, voice hoarse.

"Of course."

Her fingers moved behind her back — but slower than necessary.

A soft smile played at her lips — not quite deliberate, but not innocent anymore either.

"Like this?"

The clasp came undone.

"Off," he said, tighter now.

She let it slide forward — cupping her hands under her breasts as if to catch it.

Then paused.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly, head tilted.

"Yes. Now."

She dropped the bra.

Full, perfect breasts stood bare — nipples dark, already stiff.

Her eyes flicked to his camera, then back to him — curious, sweet.

"Panties next."

"Already?" she said — not sultry, just light. As if this were normal conversation.

But her fingers hooked the sides — thumbs sliding under the waistband.

"Slowly," he added, trying not to choke.

She obeyed — slow, fluid — hips swaying without trying to.

Her thong slipped lower, the bare skin of her pussy coming into view — smooth, soft, lips already glistening faintly.

"Oops," she smiled softly. "I think I’m a little wet. Is that okay?"

"Yes," he gasped.

She stepped out of them — legs parting just enough — arms still at her sides, eyes wide, almost innocent.

"Onto the couch," he rasped.

"Sure."

She moved — no exaggeration — but every step made her ass sway perfectly.

She sat back — legs extended, one knee bent, giving just enough of a flash — breasts pushed up as she leaned back.

"Like this?"

"Perfect," he said, trying not to groan.

He shot several frames — but his hand was shaking now.

She noticed.

Her eyes flicked down — then back up, the smile softening.

"You okay, Vikram?"

"Fine."

"You look tense."

She shifted — parting her legs a little more.

"Want me to move more like this?"

His cock throbbed painfully.

"Neha..."

"I think you like it," she said — tone light, but eyes knowing now.

"Unzip," she whispered suddenly.

"What?"

"I said unzip. Please."

His brain lost the fight.

Hands shaking, he unzipped — cock springing out, thick, leaking.

She gasped — eyes widening.

"Poor thing — you look so hard it must hurt."

"Please..."

"Touch it for me," she whispered. "I’ll just... watch."

He gripped himself — groaning.

"Good boy," she smiled — sliding one hand lazily over her breasts, pinching a nipple casually.

"Mmm — is this helping or making it worse?"

"Please — I can’t—"

"Not yet."

She trailed her other hand down — fingertips barely grazing her pussy — letting her wetness glisten openly.

"Oops — look how wet I am now — just from watching you stroke that cock."

"Neha — please — let me cum!"

"Soon. Faster now. I want to see you lose it."

Her legs parted wider now — giving a perfect view — her fingers circling her clit slowly.

"Watch me. And stroke. Don’t take your eyes off me."

"Please — please — I’m going to—"

"Now. Cum for me. Right now. I want to see it."

"FUCK — NEHA — YES!"

He exploded — thick streams shooting across his cock and stomach — body shaking violently.

She smiled — victorious — fingers still teasing herself lightly.

"Good boy. So easy to ruin you."

"Please — I need—"

"Not today."

She stood — gathering her clothes, breasts swaying.

"Next time... maybe I’ll cum first. You’ll watch. But still no touching."

"Please — anything!"

"Be patient."

And with a soft laugh, she was gone — leaving him broken and addicted.