Exposing all

When I left the university I had a degree in photography, and I was hoping to become a full-time professional. What he had not counted was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. They disheartened me and despaired, then I met Tish..

It was a model that was coming up and we became quick friends. It was she who suggested that she should take some glamour photos of her and try to sell them to men's magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I hired a studio and while Tish changed, I established the cowboy dress and a shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy socks, blacks, black panties, a fried strap and high heel shoes, a long chain of pearls around your neck, hanging over your breasts. "How?" he purged, isolating his lips as he crossed the room. "Do you think they're sexy enough?" I appreciate it. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet scent. If I were a man, I'd give him a jump right there and then. God!

She went up to bed and put in, down in the four. I focused the camera and started taking pictures. He smiled, pulled the tip of his tongue and kept it between his teeth. I felt a strange emotion shooting through my body as I imagined his tongue playing slightly over my clitoris. It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt blush. Thanks, Tish didn't notice. I fired three rolls of film before she said, "I'll take off my panties, and you can shoot me while I'm taking them off." He stood up and hooked his thumb into his panties, his face an invitation joke mask. It slowed the bright black lace, revealing its thick curly pubs. I could see her sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she gave her a little ass before lying on the bed, what a shot she was, and began to lie down and raise her knees. Languidically, she threw her panties over her thighs to her ankles before hooking them over her high heel shoes. He kneel in bed, licked his fingers and petted his nipples until they were hard and pushed. They must have been almost an inch long, and their view began to make my juicy pussy with a spicy feeling. Then, holding his hands under his breasts, he pressed the firm flesh, openly offering them to me.

I pressed the blind, my eyes drank in sight, my pussy got wet and wet. I've never taken pictures of a naked woman, not least, look at an erotic in front of me. I felt excited. I had never imagined to like another woman and I was embarrassed and I expected her not to notice me, but now she must have noticed my jeans, wet, God I am warm. Then I said to him, "Back and we'll do some ass shots." Hopefully this would take my mind off her tits and her pussy, and I hope she didn't notice my wet crotch. He stooped in the four fronts on the other side, and moved the bottom attractively. I moved around her, looking at the muscles waving under the soft flesh of her thighs. "Look back on your shoulder," I asked. "Now, look vulnerable, scared, as if someone had gotten behind you and hit your ass like that!" As I hit his ass through both cheeks, and he bit his lips, looking at me with a strange expression in his eyes. I clicked the camera again and started acting! Lying face down, she spread her legs apart and peed around in bed. I looked down at his twisted body and suddenly realized that my crotch was no longer the only wet thing, but it was also my leg of pants. I resisted the temptation to whip her cozy ass back and took more shots. Standing on her in bed, she turned around and kneeled at my feet, her swollen lips separated. Little by little his tongue came out and he threw himself into an imaginary dick, backwards and forwards, with slave devotion. My cloak was protected from his mouth only by the thin satin of my own panties and I wondered what would happen if I removed my pants, with that tantalizing tongue just two inches away! He must have noticed that my pussy fell for my pants! The atmosphere was electric... and the movie ended! I went down the floor and kept on the right posing for me. She lay in bed, holding her thighs in her hands, arching her body and masturbating her hips. His ass rose and fell against the bed, his face a sensual lust image. Then his fingers went down to his clitoris and began to circle. He began to shake with emotion while his other hand's fingers pushed his juicy pussy. Suddenly he realized what he was doing, and his breasts were assaulted as he struggled to control himself, beating with shame. "Oh, I was getting so hot!" he smiled. "I'm sorry, they took me. Give me the camera. I'll reload it and then you can give me a show!" "What do you mean? I'm the photographer." I said. "Don't be a spoil." "Don't fall into that trap of thinking that all models are hare-brained. I have always thought of going to the other side of the camera once my modeling career starts to slip away." I didn't want to be ungrateful since she had so selflessly accepted to pose for nothing, so I stripped my boot and panties. God, my crotch was so wet...

Although I felt a blink of apprehension, I put on a brave face, giving her little flashes of my pussy hair before finally throwing my panties right on the ground. Then I found that I wanted to make her mock, to see if I could do what she did to me. I started robbing my ass, tracing my skin with my long nails. I looked over my shoulder at the camera lens, feeling his eyes exploring every inch of my body. I revearsed in it, trembling from head to foot. I watched her while taking the photos, wondering how it would be to run my hands on her tits, feel the soft golden curls of her pussy. Did your pussy feel the same thing inside of mine? Then I crucified myself in the four as a bitch, hanging my hips as if I was being wildly fucked by a huge dick. I knew how he felt now. You start pretending, but after a while your pants and smoothies become real. My cuño seemed to be on fire, my whole body had a strange life for itself, shaking as if the sperm were spitting deeply into my cleft. I got scared with an imaginary dick and I turned my hips around and around like a slow dancer. I moved faster and faster, furiously spraying my hips side by side as if I scored the skin of a dick. But the juice I was getting out of my pussy wasn't imaginary! "Oh, that's fabulous!" Tish squealed off. I lay down and spread my legs, holding them in the air, knowing that their eyes would be stuck to my wet pussy. My hands wandered towards my thighs, closer to my pussy. The juts couldn't hold myself to do it, to suck my fingers in front of her, to take me to an orgasm while I was photographing. I pushed my fingers into my ass and started pumping them inside and outside. My breasts were burning and my face felt agitated with a mixture of shame and pleasure. He stopped taking pictures. What was he doing? Then, with my body rising towards climax, every muscle that hangs in advance of that craving for release, I felt her pressing her naked flash against mine. His tongue got in the mouth and began to tighten my tits with one hand, his other hand covered my crotch. My fingers found her clitoris while she got into my pussy. I was boiling with emotion, the feeling of kissing and fondling another woman was becoming wild with passion. Then she surrounded me, her legs on every side of my head and her lips kissing my strong clitoris. I gave her juicy pussy a loving lick while holding my face firmly between her warm thighs. We laugh with pleasure and suck each other's pussy, squealing with delight as we drink each other's juice. Then, pulling out of the back my cramped lips, pushed his tongue deeply into my hole, taking me quickly to a delusionally exciting orgasm.

I grabbed his juicy clitoris between my teeth and hit him with my tongue, forcing pleasure screams from his throat until his pussy was overflowing, his oily juice swept my whole face. Noisily, Tish ruined my clitoris and my body soon looked at the emotion of another cream. Her sobs of pleasure mixed with mine, our meat shaken and trembling in exquisite spasms as we twisted and rolled in bed. When we licked and sucked until our bodies were too weak to continue, we stayed still for a long time. I felt stunned, confused, embarrassed and ecstatic at once. But all I could do was purify with pleasure. We couldn't look first, but then I took the initiative and kissed her tenderly. "I just had to," he said. "Do you have any regrets?" "Nothing at all," I replied, gently holding your breasts in my hands. I felt very relaxed, but obviously I wanted more. She held my face gently in her two hands and guided my lips to her. They were soft, wet and warm and their tongue forced my mouth open to rape and deepen in the cave of my throat. I felt melting and relaxing my nakedness against her, coming down in bed with my legs broadly washed. We separate, gassing to breathe, the lips humble with mixed saliva, smiling one another. I could feel my pussy waving and numbing; waving and praying her juices while she put an arm around my shoulders and let her other hand spill over on my bright body. I was no longer uncomfortable or embarrassed; in fact I felt much more relaxed than I had done when my boyfriends made me love. His fingers stroked the thick, dark curls of my pussy, doing it more than ever. At that time the deep groans came from my throat and I was tensing my thighs while I turned them away. She hit her middle finger up and down my fiery opening, "Will I fuck you with my tongue? Words cannot express how much I want to eat your pussy, suck your juices and lick until you come." That first time he had rushed, but this time he felt like we were making love in slow motion.

I was gassed and smothered by the breath, trying to relax, pulling my arms behind my head, put my pussy forward when he started to hurt his tongue through the thick forest of my pussy. His fingers softly opened me, extending my lips and exposing the red cherry meat underneath. He could feel his massage throughout the thin area with a palm heel as he mocked the inner folds with his tongue. When she was completely lubricated, she softly sucked my erection between her lips, and sucked it in and out of her mouth while driving her forefinger in my hole.

"You're so beautifully tight, dear," he murmured, his voice murmured by my pussy meat, "but try to relax so I can get two fingers and you'll enjoy more." I made a conscious effort to relax and felt the tip of another finger at my entrance. She licked stronger in my clitoris, really licked with her tongue, holding her sensitive tip with each ash. I could feel lovely feelings washing me and I wanted me to come. I started pushing hard on his fingers as I got more excited, overflowing against his tongue and lips. The climax finally burst upon me and she knew exactly the right time to dig the other finger at the bottom of my fist, flooded. She still licked the couture and creamy juices that sprinkled from my thickening hole long after the wonderful orgasm had died. She put my hand on her breasts. He excited me to take his breasts, naked and full and firm, in the palms of my hands. I lowered my head to take every pert, erect, inflated nipple in my mouth in turn. They felt very hot and tight as I tightened them with my lips and sucked them deeply, taking part of the soft milk meat too. Once again she put my mouth on it and I could taste my own juices while we kissed, long and deep. I let my hand slide over his belly until he could stroke and shake, in his juicy opening. She spread her legs to her greatest extent. I've never dreamed it would be so attractive. Everything was wet and opened; even the scarce curls that covered their lips of beef shone with drops of their sweet cream. Lowering my head on his body I used my thumbs to open his pussy beyond, to look at his oil with the small, tight red sprout that jumped from the pink beef bed. The scent of the clean female got into my noses while bending down and down. "Do it!" he turned, pushing slightly over my head. "Please do it!" I uncovered my tongue, tasting it. It made me feel hotter than ever and bolder. Running my tongue around my lips to humble them I gently grabbed my mouth in the most sensitive part of her pussy. She groaned, pushing her wet flesh in my mouth to feel full and her juices jumped from the corners of my lips. I felt that she was lying under me so that she was lying with her head directly under my own nanny and her tongue was stretched to pierce my pussy! Sucking louder in his clitoris, I pushed mine hard in his mouth and started eating each other, with raveously, with complete abandon, like two rusty bitches in the fucking heat! She spread my mouth open and licked over and over through my cleft, ticking my thighs with her soft dark hair. My own legs folded with tension and I hit harder, sleeping with his firm clit. God was good! I felt my stomach trembling as the lights shone before my eyes; the sounds roared through my head and a whirlwind of gossip, beautiful spasms drag me to the peak of climax. I hope she's also lying down, so we can experience union at the same time.

I put two and then three fingers in her slippery hole and I felt that she clung to them tightly, so I knew she was sleeping too. He turned wild as he got to his beak; numb and mutter. As he grabbed my ass cheeks, he pushed me through his body until my convulsive pussy was directly over it. She bounced me like she was trying to fuck me, fucking her crazy with my tits at the same time, pulling my nipples. "Help me, baby!" he shook. "Reide me!" At last he calmed down and knelt together, keeping us close, and kissing, tasting each other's juices, tenderly holding each other's bodies as if we were each a piece of Chinese fragility. He went back to bed, extending his thighs again, opening his lovely pussy. "I want you to bring me your beautiful tits," he said quietly. "I will keep my pussy open and nest your nipples in the cleft. Fix your hard nipple against my clitoris. I know it will be beautiful for both of us." Snaking a hand under my body, she tightened one of my tits and felt a lever of emotion inside the heavy meatball while she pushed my hard nipple against her clitoris! She went back and forth under me, and I took the rhythm, tightening my tit in her wet valley. He felt soft with emotion. I could see drops of his juices gathering on the slopes of my tits while we were both getting more and more excited. He began to breathe very loud and madly angry under me so I would have to clean his thighs viciously to keep in touch with his pussy. She was lost in the wild stribes of orgasm and I could feel her flesh in my tits. The constant blow was like a big mouth sucking on my tits, bringing me like never before through my tits!

The photos were great and I had no trouble selling them to a male magazine. Well, so I became a glamour photographer and a feminine meat lover at the same time!