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> http://www.incesttabooo.com/glaphoto.html
>
> Glamour Photography
>
> by: Harry Mudd and an Imaginary Friend
>
> Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in
> front of a camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of
> course, it wasn't at any studio. Time for the old home
> photo album. You and your lover had talked about it for
> some time, after you had admitted to him that you enjoyed
> looking at the women in the men's magazines, like Playboy,
> and Penthouse. But, you had told him, they seemed a little
> tame, and that you got more excited and envious when you
> were looking at the more graphic pictures in Hustler. The
> ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show
> the pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun.
>
> You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he
> take some pictures of you. "No," you told him, "I don't
> think I could do that. Looking is one thing, but taking my
> clothes off for a camera is something else. I mean, what
> if someone saw them??"
>
> "No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them
> myself, and we can save them. That way, in 20-30 years,
> we'll remember how good we looked, and how much fun we had.
> I'll tell you what: if you don't want to, how about if we
> just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit?
> You know, fashion photography. How about that?"
>
> "Well, I guess that'd be ok," you told him. Thinking to
> yourself, though, "Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that
> way, and see how it goes. I'm sure I could always quit."
>
> So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at
> your place next Saturday. Well, today was Saturday, and
> you had gotten up early, fixed yourself a good breakfast,
> (so your stomach wouldn't be growling), and took about 2
> hours to do your hair and make-up. When he came in, he
> said you looked great, but that the make-up had to be a bit
> heavier, so it would show up better on film.
>
> "Kinda make it look like a hooker's make-up. I know it
> seems like too much, but it really IS better for the
> camera. It tends to get washed out from the flash, so you
> need more to make it show up."
>
> So you went walking back into the bathroom (still wearing
> just a towel), and applied more pancake, rouge, eyeshadow,
> etc...
>
> While in there, you called out to him, "What do I wear?"
>
> "ANYTHING you want, baby," he answered. "Where should I
> set up?"
>
> You told him the empty living room would be good. You had
> taken all the furniture out so you could put in the new
> carpet, but so far had only gotten as far as removing the
> old carpet, so all you had now was a bare wood floor.
>
> As you put on more cosmetics, you heard him banging around,
> moving his equipment. You wondered what was involved. You
> assumed he would just have his 35mm and a flash. "Must be
> more to it than that," you thought. You guessed that since
> he had done some photography for "High Society" before,
> that he knew what he was doing.
>
> Having finished with the Mary Kay, you head into the
> bedroom, and pull out a business suit. You pull on the
> blouse, and put on the crotchless panties, hoping he won't
> notice till later. You pull on your suntan pantyhose over
> them, and put the purple skirt on. The high heels come
> next, and, checking your hair one last time in the mirror,
> you head out into the large living room.
>
> You are surprised at the amount of equipment he has there.
>
> "What IS all that stuff?" you ask.
>
> He starts pointing things out, explaining what they are
> needed for. "Well, that's a tripod, used to hold the
> camera steady, so we can get very clear pictures. Wouldn't
> do too well to have you all made up, and have it come out
> blurry, now would it? That big white panel is a reflector.
> I use it to even out the lighting all the way around you.
> That's so when the flash goes off, you don't look like you
> are in a spotlight. These two boxes with the umbrellas on
> them are called 'fill-in flash' units. That's an
> additional way to add light, because with just the flash on
> the camera, no matter what reflectors I had, you'd still be
> in a spotlight. We want as much a natural look as we can
> manage. I don't want it to look like a picture. I want it
> as a captured moment of time."
>
> You smile at his drop into romanticism, and ask what the
> cable on the camera is for. He told you that it's a remote
> for setting off the camera, to insure even further that the
> camera doesn't move when he take the picture.
>
> "Ok," you say, "NOW what do we do?"
>
> "Well, first, we have some wine. This is needed to relax
> you. I can see you are a bit nervous."
>
> "Well, I've never done any film work before. I don't know
> what to do. I'm afraid I'll mess up."
>
> "Don't worry about it," he told you, "you CAN'T mess up.
> I'm the one who controls everything. Just relax and be
> yourself."
>
> "OK, but, do we REALLY have to drink this early in the day?
> I mean, it's only 10 am."
>
> "Yep, necessary. Believe me, it's ok. It's only 1 drink."
>
> He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a
> drink, in a long stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and
> notice its chilled just right, and actually tastes good for
> this early in the morning. You sit down, and look around,
> intimidated by everything. You aren't sure if you want to
> continue with this.
>
> He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time.
>
> "Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax,
> it'll be ok. Think of it as fun, not something to be
> afraid of. Just like having your school picture taken."
>
> "I HATED getting my school picture. They ALWAYS turned out
> terrible."
>
> "Not this time, love. This time it'll be great. You're so
> beautiful, I could do this with a instamatic and make
> people think it was a Renoir."
>
> You smile at him, relaxing a bit. You are enjoying the
> attention he is giving you.
>
> "A Renoir? No, I don't think so. Maybe I'd make a good
> Picasso?" You make a funny face at him, sticking your
> tongue out.
>
> He laughs, and leans forward to give you a kiss. You stop
> him, reminding him of the lipstick.
>
> "Hey, wait!" he says. "That's perfect. Stay there." And
> he turns the camera around, and starts taking pictures of
> you. He has you cross your legs, and hold the wine glass
> on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He takes
> the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so
> he can get the ring of lipstick you have lip on the rim.
> Then he has you hold it up almost to your lips, ready to
> take a drink.
>
> The whole time, he is telling you how great you look, and
> how perfect the pictures will be, especially since you are
> in them. You feel flattered and amused that he would say
> so. "You're just saying that." you tell him, hoping it's
> not true. "No, I'm not. I really believe it. Really!"
>
> After about 10 pictures of this, he asks if you would like
> to do more. You say sure, since you are starting to enjoy
> it. He goes over to your stereo, and turns on some hot,
> soft, romance music. Not sleepy classical, but something
> with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not
> boring. He has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with
> the glass close to your mouth.
>
> "Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it's the most
> arousing thing you have ever tasted."
>
> You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good
> and smooth. You put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be
> alluring. You guess it worked, because he says, "Don't do
> that! I'm trying to take pictures here!" You smile
> wickedly, and decide to try and turn him on. You guess the
> wine is starting to work on you, since this is your third
> glass; you have been sipping it in between shots.
>
> So you tell him to set the stuff back up where it's
> supposed to be, and you go over in front of the camera.
> You remove the blazer you had put on, and he notices you
> don't have a bra on underneath your silk lavender blouse.
> "Great," he says. "Put the glass down, stare at the
> camera, and pull your shoulders back. Now lift your chin,
> and put one foot out to the side. Hands on your hips.
> Great!"
>
> He takes a series of pictures, you trying to be the sexy
> business woman boss type. It seems to be working, because
> as you watch him take the pictures, you notice he's getting
> a hard on. You are about ready to spring a surprise on
> him, when he announces, "I'm out of film. Hold on."
>
> Damn! You go back and get the glass, filling it up.
> Standing in front of the camera, you wait, sipping at your
> Cabernet Souvignon. He reloads the 35, and gets back
> behind the lens. He says, "OK, ok, let's go." Seems to be
> in a rush, does he? Ok, let him try this.....
>
> You lean back, hold the glass high over your head, and tilt
> your head back. He's snapping like crazy, because your
> tits are tight against your blouse. Then, without warning,
> you tilt the glass and let the wine run down your chest,
> over your stomach, and down to the floor. He is snapping
> furiously. Good thing he's got that auto-winder on there!
> The wine is cold, and makes your nipples tighten, and stand
> out even farther against your blouse. He has you turn
> towards him, and do the same thing again. The blouse is
> now see through, just adding a hint of color to your skin.
> Your large breasts are looking good through it, and you
> feel excited. He says it's perfect. Just what he was
> looking for. So sexy, yet not dirty. Kind of like a wet
> t-shirt contest, he says. So you continue....
>
> You start to unbutton your blouse, and get down to your
> cleavage before you stop. You lean forward, pushing your
> tits at the camera, and holding the blouse open to show
> your breasts. It looks good against the see-through which
> is all around it.
>
> He just lets you do what you want, snapping pix at a rapid
> pace. You start to undo the skirt, unwrapping it from
> around you, and letting it fall to the floor. He almost
> faints when he sees the garter belt and crotchless undies
> you have on. When he runs out of film again, it only takes
> him about 6 seconds to change rolls, and he is off again.
>
> You decide to get very bold, and grab the front of your
> blouse, right at your nipples. While he is snapping, you
> rip the blouse off you, letting your tits swing free. You
> throw the blouse to the ground, and turn sideways to show
> him your profile.
>
> He pushes a stool over to you, and you sit on it. It's
> kind of like a bar stool, with the legs connected by bars.
> You sit on it, and press your knees together. He throws
> you a towel, and you dry off. You put your hands on your
> knees, and hold your tits together with your upper arms.
> He has you straighten your back, and hold your head up, so
> you make a type of triangle. "It looks so good, angel. I
> love it!" Your nipples are standing up still, not from the
> cold anymore, but from the heat. You find that all this is
> turning you on. You imagine yourself as a model for
> Playboy, and that soon you'll be Hef's woman.
>
> Your lover tells you to wake up, and move around. Who the
> hell is he to interrupt your fantasy? So you put those
> heels on the floor, stand up, and turn around, showing him
> your ass, covered by the black lace of the panties. You
> pull it together, against the middle of you ass, showing
> off your cheeks. That flash is going like a strobe light!
> You put your fingers in the band of the garter belt, and
> bend over, sliding them down your long legs, pointing your
> ass at him. You turn around, and kick off your shoes. Now
> all you have on are the panties.
>
> You stop, and notice he is rubbing his cock through his
> pants. "Excited?" you ask him. "You know it, babe!"
>
> You sit down on the stool again, and put you feet on the
> cross bars. You slowly spread your knees apart, showing
> him the opening in the underwear. Your legs get wider and
> wider, till it's like you have nothing on at all. Your
> pussy is wide open, and you can see him zooming the lens in
> on it, pressing that cable release. He finally says he has
> to let himself out, and wants to take his pants off.
>
> "No. If you want to do that, YOU get in front of the
> camera."
>
> He hesitates. "No, I've always been the taker, not the
> takee."
>
> "Oh well," you tell him. "Guess I'll just get dressed
> then." You start to pick up your clothes.
>
> He practically flies out from behind the camera. You
> giggle, and run back behind it. He explains that all you
> have to do is get what you want in the middle of the frame,
> and squeeze the cable. You tell him you think you can
> handle that, and he takes no time in removing his pants,
> revealing his tight bikini-type black underwear. His cock
> looks so huge in that tiny thing! You almost forget to
> take pictures, but then you remember, and start looking
> through the view finder. You get his whole body in view,
> and take pix as he removes his shirt, shoes, and socks.
> Now he is dressed just like you. (Except, of course, his
> underwear isn't crotchless.) You tell him you want to see
> his cock, but only if he does it nicely.
>
> He has a nice body, and he turns around and around, acting
> like a male stripper, dancing for the camera. He moves
> closer, and shakes his package into the lens. You can see
> his balls bouncing through the material. He backs up, and
> shows his ass to you. He, too, pulls the material between
> his cheeks, and wiggles his ass at you. You find your free
> hand between your legs, rubbing your clit. What a hot ass
> he has.
>
> He drops his shorts, and turns around very fast, surprising
> you with the length and stiffness of his cock. GOD, it
> looks inviting. But you want more pictures of it, so you
> keep snapping. But it won't take anymore. "Damn," he
> says. "Out of film again." He rushes over, and changes
> the camera for a camcorder. Mounting it on the tripod, he
> tells you, "I can make still pictures from this. It runs
> for two hours, so don't worry about missing anything."
>
> Then he goes back to the chair, sits down, points his cock
> at you, and pours a new glass of wine over it. You can't
> resist. You love the taste of cock, and the taste of red
> wine, especially this kind. You leave the camera, and run
> over to the chair. He turns sideways, and you get on your
> knees, taking it in your mouth. God, the taste of it is
> enough to drive you crazy. The saltiness of his sweat, and
> the sweetness of the wine is almost too much. You reach
> your hand back down between your legs, and furiously pump
> your pussy. You stick two fingers into it, and are
> surprised at how slick it is, then you remember you had
> poured wine on yourself, and some had probably gotten
> inside. So you remove his cock from your mouth, and lie
> down, legs spread towards him. He immediately kicks the
> chair out of the way, and drops onto his stomach, putting
> his face between your legs. He groans as his hard cock
> hits the wood floor, and you start to laugh.
>
> "Verry funny. VERRRRY funny. I think I broke my cock!"
>
> You tell him to turn around, that you'll kiss it and make
> it better. He does, and you take the glass that is still
> sitting there, and dip his cock into it. There was just
> enough left to get the whole thing coated.
>
> Then you put his legs on either side of your head, and put
> your hands on his hips. He lets you control him, and you
> pull him down onto you, letting his cock slide deeply
> inside your throat. His balls tickle your chin, and you
> swallow, letting your throat muscles close around his
> shaft. He moans, and drives his tongue into your pussy.
> You almost gag at the feeling he has just given you. You
> pull your thighs close around his head, and hold him there.
> He starts flicking his tongue up and down in your slit,
> making you wetter, and licking off the stickiness of the
> combination of the wine and your juices.
>
> As you suck his cock, you feel it building in pressure in
> his balls. He licks you faster and faster, across your
> clit, through your lips, and across your asshole, teasing
> it just slightly. He holds your lips apart with his hot
> fingers, and stabs your cunt with his tongue. He snakes it
> around inside your nether hole, making you wetter by the
> second. The soft bottom of his tongue rubs across your
> clit the whole time, making you jump from time to time from
> the electricity his touch gives you. You feel yourself
> starting you cum, and you pull his hips down, stuffing his
> massive cock all the way down your throat, sucking as hard
> as you can. He pushes a finger into your ass, and you cum,
> squeezing his head, and using your hands to jam him farther
> into your pussy. He starts to cum, and you can feel it
> burst in your throat, filling you up with the heat. You
> can't hold it all, and it starts to run out your mouth.
> Licking and sucking, you pull it out as fast as you can,
> letting it spray your face. He turns around, after going
> limp, and licks it off your face, then kisses you. Then he
> gets up, points to the camera, and says, "We got it all on
> tape!!"
>
> You laugh........................
>
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