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Photo Session 1 (MF, voy, exh)
by Anon NixPixer (1993)
                                  
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    I have always had a passion for photography.  So it was no
great surprise when I became a professional photographer after
graduating college. Fortunately, I have been rather successful.
However, in addition to my vocational satisfaction, I have always
had a consuming desire to photograph and then make love to the type
of women who pose in those "adult" magazines. This has, for years,
been one of my most recurring fantasies. As time passed I became
more and more obsessed with the idea of being able to capture on
film the ambience of raw sex that these females mysteriously
project. Finally, one day, I decided to attempt to implement this
fantasy. I purchased one of those National Model magazines and
mailed out a series of responses to the some of the ads which I
believed to be most promising.

     I received a number of replies. All of them were tempting, but
one in particular really piqued my interest.  It was from a young
lady named Heather who resided reasonably close to my locale. She
described herself as sensuously attractive, 38,26,36 measurements
and an experienced erotic model. She also stated that she would
only agree to the modeling session if she could be accompanied by
a close friend of hers. The price she asked for the session was
rather costly. However, the prospects were so inviting that I
forwarded an affirmative response complete with the details as to
time and place. 

     The long anticipated day arrived at last. I went to my studio
earlier than usual and had nervously checked and rechecked all of
my equipment. The minutes seemed to drag by with agonizing
slowness. I must admit I was more than a bit anxious and feeling
very awkward. I was almost sorry that I had embarked on this
adventure. Just at that moment there was a knock on the door of the
studio. I looked at my watch and saw that the long awaited time for
my fantasy had arrived at last. With a deep sigh, I went to the
door and opened it.

     There stood Heather. A tall stunning red headed picture of
feminine loveliness. Her hair framed a beautiful face. Soft but
penetrating hazel eyes, full pouting lips and a flawless
complexion. She was wearing a trench coat which could not conceal
the lush fullness of her chest nor her slim waist. I could see the
lovely curves of the lower part of her legs. She was wearing dark
colored hose and black spike heeled shoes. I just stood there
staring at her.

     "Hi", she said and flashed an adorable smile. "I'm Heather.
Aren't you going to let me in?" "Oh pardon me", I stammered. "Of
course, please come in. I'm Dave. Is your friend with you?" I asked
before shutting the door. Certainly, Heather replied. She's waiting
in the car. You'll get a chance to meet her later after the
modeling session.

     I closed and locked the door and led Heather back to the
studio I had selected for our work. It was large room in which I
had moved a very big chaise lounge. Well, to be perfectly honest,
it was more like a bed than a lounge. It was covered with a very
plush soft blue velvet material. I thought it would make an
appropriate backdrop for the photographs I was contemplating.

     "Would you like to change", I asked. "Oh no", she answered I
selected my outfit before leaving." I think you will find it more
than fitting for our work." With that Heather unbuttoned her coat
and let it slip to the floor. 

     I let out an uncontrollable gasp at the sight before me.
Heather was wearing a satiny sleek sheer white blouse. She had left
the top buttons open so that the deep cleavage of her lusciously
full breasts was in clear view. Their tantalizing soft puffiness
seemed to plead to be fondled and licked. The whiteness of the
blouse made a sexy contrast against the tight, short, red leather
skirt she had selected. The material hugged and accentuated every
thrilling undulation of her hips and thighs. When she moved the
nylon encased fullness of her column like thighs flashed before me.
I could sense the hardness that was beginning to form between my
legs.  Heather moved with cat-like grace to the lounge and sat
down. She put her arms behind her and leaned back. These movements
caused her abundant globes to protrude even more against the now
straining material of her blouse. Her skirt had been pushed upward
to the point where the tops of her thigh-high black hose met the
white plush curves of her luscious thighs.


    The first few pictures were taken as she was dressed.  She was
definitely a pro and she knew exactly how to pose.  Her every
movement exuded an ambience of total sensuousness.  I could barely
keep my attention on taking the photographs I wanted so badly. My
cock had become even harder than before and all I could think about
was the dazzling beauty of this obviously passionate model. Then
Heather began to unbutton her blouse. As each of the fasteners was
released more and more of her succulent, luscious teats came into
view. She pulled the blouse open and my manhood began to throb with
need. Heather had selected a white see-through half bra. The
garment did little except accentuate the thrust of the firmest most
luxuriant breasts I had ever seen. The opulent swell of her
abundant globes could hardly be contained by their skimpy
encasement.  The dark brown nubs of her partially hardened nipples
easily appeared through the sheerness of her bra. 

     Heather moved her hands to her teats and began to fondle the
puffy, white, supple yielding tissue. I could see her nipples begin
to harden and grow before my eyes.  Then she undid the bra clasp
and started to roll those hardening nipples between her fingers.
Her eyes were beginning to glaze over and soft sighs of pleasure
escaped those inviting ruby lips. Her teats seemed to swell to even
greater proportions under her gentle fondling. Then keeping one
hand on her distended globes, she dropped the other to her thighs
and began to slid them higher and higher. Eventually those
exploring fingers disappeared from view under her skirt. But when
she emitted a loud sigh I knew they had at last reached their
target.

     Heather, continued massaging her now fully swollen teats and
I imagined, her love hungry pussy. I was trying to take as many
pictures as possible and also trying to ignore the throbbing need
of my steel hard cock. With an audible sigh she sat up, undid her
skirt and in one swift smooth motion discarded it. She laid back
down on the sofa now clad only in a skimpy pair of black bikini
panties, black sheer nylons and those high spiked shoes. She looked
irresistibly delicious. Her hands immediately resumed their self
stimulation. She pulled the panties to the side an I could see the
puffy fullness of her outer lips. The fluid seeping from her pussy
made them glisten in the lights of the studio. 

     I could no longer resist her demanding voluptuous charms. I
moved to the lounge,and took her into my arms. With an inviting
smile Heather molded her curvaceous warm body against mine and
moved her mouth close to mine. My lips fused tightly against hers
and my eager tongue slipped quickly into the invitingly wet warmth
of her mouth. Her tongue slid into my mouth..softly probing. I
clutched her tightly against me. I knew she was aware of my hard
cock pulsing against the smooth skin of her stomach. She kissed me
as I had never been kissed before. Her lush lips simultaneously
soft and tender yet hot and demanding. 

     My left hand sought the rounded fullness of her abundant
breast and my fingers began to gently knead the buttery smooth
pliant flesh of those wondrous orbs. I tenderly milked her breast,
letting my fingers trail over her sensitive yielding flesh. When I
finally encountered her hardened nipple, I rolled it between my
thumb and forefinger. OOOOHHH Dave, she moaned that feels soooo
goooddd, suck it..suck my nipple...Like an eagle my mouth descended
over that hardening stalk. I sucked it eagerly into my mouth.
Luxuriating in the feel of that rubbery, stiff tissue against my
suctioning lips. Heather pushed her breast tightly against my
mouth. Now the other one she gasped..and I quickly complied with
her request. Her body was beginning to grind itself against me. The
satiny smooth skin of her belly rubbing against my turgid cock sent
waves of pleasure through my own body.

     With my other hand I started to remove her skimpy panties. She
lifted her hips and instantly they were on the floor with the other
parts of her attire. One of my fingers began to trace idle circles
over her swollen outer lips. On each pass I made certain to flick
them lightly over her now distended clit. Heather moved her hips
trying to get even more contact between us. I could feel her love
juice oozing from her hot sweet pussy. OOOHHH GGOOODDDD
DAVVVEE..she gasped..I'm getting so hot....do something..anything..
Her pleas only drove my passionate state even higher.I let one and
then two fingers slid into her hot sheath.Turning them upward so
they could massage the underside of her hard clit. OOOOHHH MMOORREE
she cried and her hips ground insistently against my invading
digits. Without removing them I began to move my lips and tongue
lower and lower. I kissed the softness of her rounded belly and
tongued the depression of her naval. Then I moved even lower
licking the swell of her mons and then letting my tongue roam over
her bloated labia. When I flicked it against her turgid clit, I
thought Heather was going to twist off of the lounge...SUCCCKKK
MMYY CLITTT she screamed....SUUUCCKKK ITTTT NOWWWW...her lush body
was writhing in uncontrollable need. I placed my lips over the seat
of her womanhood, drew it softly between my milking lips and began
to slowly flick my tongue all around her blood engorged clit.
Heather jammed her hot cunt tightly against my mouth and wrapping
those long legs around my head, drew me even more tightly against
her dripping cunt. Her hips and pelvis were heaving up and down
drawing as much contact as possible between us. 

     Then I took one of my thoroughly wet fingers and placed it
against the puckered entrance of her ass. Slowly I inserted it into
her. Heathers cries became even more passionate. Her head tossing
from side to side..her eyes now tightly closed...her face flushed
with lust. In and out I slid my finger twisting it slowly on each
insertion. I could feel her clit grow even larger in my mouth. Her
body bucking furiously up and down...Suddenly she screamed..I'MMM
CUMMINNGGG...I'MMM CUMMMINNG...KEEEEPPP SUCKKKING MEEEEE..PLEASEEE
DONNNN"TTTT STTTOPPPP..Her body went stiff and I could feel the
spasms of release milking my mouth and finger..Wave after wave of
love juice poured from her twitching pussy and I sucked in every
drop I could. I kept licking her love hole until she collapsed back
onto the lounge.

     Oh Dave she cooed.That was wonderful. We
kissed..deeply..passionately and remained tightly embraced for some
minutes. Then Heather reached down and wrapped her long tapering
fingers around the shaft of my aching prick. She trailed them over
its entire length just barely touching the sensitive hard tissue.
She was driving me out of my mind and I knew I could not stand this
tantalizing torture very long. She moved downward, wrapped her
sweet lips around the head of my cock, and I felt the
warmth of her mouth.  The sensation was unlike anything I had
experienced before and I knew that I was about to receive the best
blowjob I had ever had!  She put her hands around my balls, gently
stroking and caressing them.  Her hot mouth moved slowly and
smoothly down the shaft of my prick with a long slow motion.  I
could feel the juices swell inside me and I had to summon all my
strength just to keep from shooting my load down her throat.  She
removed my cock from her mouth and began to lick the shaft with her
tongue.  Up and down my shaft, her wonderful tongue went, slowly at
first, then faster and faster.  She began to stroke my cock with
her hand while at the same time she was squeezing my balls.  I
tried to hold back my juices, but that battle had long since been
lost. As she stroked my cock faster and harder, I shot my load of
creamy jism all over those beautiful tits. Wave after wave of Hot
cum shot wildly onto those beautiful breasts I had never
experienced such excitement before.

    As my orgasm subsided and my cock began to return to normal,
she looked at me and smiled. "This session is not over by a long
shot!" she said. " That was just to get your attention!"  She
grabbed her clothes and walked away, signalling me to follow! 
Where we were going, I had no idea, but I had the feeling that I
was about to embark on an adventure that I would not soon forget!


End of Part 1.
