I didn’t know how else I could answer his question – maybe he was gay and wanted special ‘action’ pictures, or hell, wanted discreet pictures of him and his dog (don’t laugh, both questions had been asked of me during the current month).
So I went with “As I said, no copies. Obviously I see them, but I’m the ONLY person besides those involved … and …” I gave him a little wink, “… I’m as discreet as the packages. No one other than us will ever know.”
He smiled then, and I thought that this might be one of the few men that I could actually have sex with and not need another girl to help me get to orgasm. Then I remembered something I should include. “But … no pain, unless everyone signs a waiver, and absolutely no scat. Not that I’m not open-minded, because I am” I made a little face, “it’s just that I can’t stand the smell.” God, I realized I was actually starting to flirt with him – about SHIT of all things!
He gave a small laugh. “It’s nothing like that” he said, and I noticed his face was chiseled in a manly way that I quite enjoyed. “I just want to make sure that the pictures stay under my ownership – that they don’t get out.”
I was thinking ‘Damn – he’s gay’ as he reviewed the list. He was most likely some prominent figure that should his sexual preference get out it would ruin him, so I was a bit surprised when he picked a pricy single person discreet package. It was the one where the person can have multiple outfits (theirs or mine) and a choice of different backgrounds.
Just on a whim, having zero idea of what I would actually be taking pictures of, I booked the session in the last slot on a Friday … just because you never know …
Oh yeah, before I finish off that story, just to keep things in the correct order, it was on Tuesday of that same week that my blond barista came in for her pictures. I know, you’re asking why that one was singular … well, just read on!
I had passed her one of my special cards that offered a free one-hour digital session. That was one of my best ideas ever. I only offer it to the ‘special’ ones – where I really don’t mind spending an hour touching and posing them. It works out well – they get a lot of really good pictures, I get lots of copies for my … umm … private use, and, most important, gives me a shot at taking advantage of them!
Her name was Hope, and when she came in she was this cute-as-a-bunny barista, her long blond hair in a tight braid down her back, complete with her little Starbucks outfit on. She picked an office background, and the moment I picked up the camera she started posing like a natural. I moved her one way, then the other, each time examining her fine little curves.
I was about to suggest that she remove the top when she undid a button and smiled. “You don’t mind, right? I mean, these are discreet pictures, right?”
“Absolutely I don’t mind – do whatever you want” I bit my bottom lip and smiled, knowing that I was presenting the exact image that I wanted to her.
“ahhhh … whatever I want?” she asked.
In response I licked my tongue over my lips. “Whatever …”
She placed her hands on her blouse and RIPPED it off, literally letting the buttons fly off and down to the floor. Then she stared right at me as she pulled her bra off.
Her breasts were perfect – firm with hard nipples pointing right at me. She reached up and undid her hair, pulled her hands through it and tossed her head, allowing her blond hair it’s freedom as it fell around her. God – this demure little blonde Starbucks babe had become a sexual GODDESS in the space of thirty seconds!
Me? I was taking pictures like crazy – and at the same time my pussy was getting wetter by the second.
She crooked her finger at me, and I stepped towards her.
“You don’t need that camera now” she said.
I placed it gently on the ground and the moment I turned back to her she reached out and grabbed me, pulling my body to hers, pushing her lips against mine – forcing mine to part as her tongue slipped between them. At the same time her one hand slipped down into my pants, and I could feel it over my now drenched mound.
“Oh BABY” she moaned as she felt my wetness.
“Oh FUCK yeah” was my response. I let my hand pull one of her nipples into my mouth, and then let my mouth just ride down her body. As it started to enter her pants she pulled it back.
“All in good time, lover” she whispered.
She pushed and pulled me over to the couch, where she stripped me bare. GOD it was great! Normally I’m the one in charge, and this role reversal was making me hot as hell. She licked me, kissed me – fucking made hot passionate love to my body. Her tongue snaked into my pussy and I came once, then again. Her fingers joined in. I came a third time before she pulled herself back up my body, kissing and licking. I could feel her (finally!) reaching down and removing the rest of her clothes.
She kissed my eyes, and then slipped her sweet tongue into my mouth again. She suckled on my breasts, and then moved back up to my face. Kissing me deeply, she looked into my eyes and I felt her slip her strap-on dildo into me.
She was looking at me in complete ecstasy, and I pushed my head back and moaned out ‘oh yessss’. At those words she started fucking me harder. As she began pushing deeper and faster into me, I could feel the dildo increase in size. ‘What the fuck?’ zipped through my mind. I looked down, and saw this flesh and blood cock, pushing in and out of me!
My body immediately reacted to this TG invasion, and I pushed against her, but she simply held me down, and continued to push in and out. I looked at her to tell her ‘no fucking way’ … but GOD … it was the same hot, beautiful, and totally female face above me – the same long blond hair flying around me … and damn if it didn’t felt a lot better than any fucking dildo I had EVER had.
Like I mentioned earlier … I am open minded …
We made love all that afternoon and long into the night. Kissing, touching, and fucking – fucking with her hot, hard, live cock. First I thought of it as the best damn strap-on anyone had ever used on me, but as she pushed me down to stroke it and suck it (I could find no flaw on it and it was totally hairless as well – actually, it was quite female like), I found it to be a true part of her, and every time that she gave a girly moan when I was able to bring it to it’s hard, full glory I could feel a twitter of excitement pass through me.
Once, while I was on top of her, riding her on the chair, pushing my body up and down onto her hot tool, I gently moved her blond hair from the sides of her face, and kissing her said “you’re the hottest bitch I’ve ever had”.
I got an immediate reaction and she placed her hands on my ass, and started picking me up and dropping me down on her cock, harder and harder she slammed me down as her kisses became deeper and deeper. I could feel her tool, filling with its desire for me. She moaned into our deep kiss, and I could feel the liquid squirting from that fantastic female cock of hers. I came with her, screaming into her mouth. It was one of the hottest experiences I had ever had.
GOD!
ANYWAYS (it seems like I’m always getting off on other topics, doesn’t it?), let’s get back to my Friday mystery photo shoot, shall we?
Like I had said, I really had no idea of what to expect. I was in the back doing some little job (there were always little jobs to be done) when I heard the bell ring. I almost ran into the room. He stood at the counter and I was again struck by how just his look made my heart race a bit. I glanced around the room and saw no one else there. My first thought was that he perhaps wanted me to take some shots of him, and I was thinking ‘oh yeah’.
He placed a gym bag on the table. “Clothes for the pictures” he said. I opened the bag and looked through the clothes. Umm – virtually no pants or shorts – just bikini undies. I picked one up. Damn it was small. I mean, I’M small, but there was no way I would be able to fit into it. I held it in my hand and gave him a small smile.
“Discreet, yes?” he said. I nodded my head, and then looked around the room. “Are we missing something?”
“Ah. My daughter Nadia saw the green room and she just loves green.” He pointed to one of my background rooms that I had recently done using a green backdrop. I stepped into it.
Nadia was turned with her back towards me, and all I could see was long dark hair falling around a small figure. It was smooth and glossy and wonderfully full, and it fell down her back to just above her knees. She turned, and I saw a young girl of 15 or 16. Hell, maybe younger. I glanced back at the older guy and then the small panties in my hands.
Yeah – he was going to want discreet all right.
She came over, all smiles. “Nadia,” her dad said, “This young lady will be taking the pictures we talked about.”
She stuck out her hand and I took it. “Please Nadia, call me Kelly, ok?” She shook her head yes. “So Nadia”, I began, not sure exactly how to nicely ask if she really wanted me to take pictures of her wearing the clothes I had been given, “How old are you?”
“15” she said with a soft Russian accent and a cute-as-all-hell smile.
Daddy coughed. “She turned fifteen this last Monday”
“So Nadia”, I continued, “do you understand what we are going to be doing?”
I got a huge smile from her. “Yes. Pictures for new Daddy. I want.” She looked lovingly at up at him and touched his face with her tiny hand. “Sexy pictures for new Daddy ….”
Her ‘New Daddy’ coughed. “Umm … Nadia is from Russia, and my wife and I just recently adopted her.”
I nodded and asked Nadia to go into the back and look around the sets while I spoke to her Daddy. The moment she left he asked “Is there a problem?”
I picked up one of the panties. “I’m not sure, but maybe”.
He looked at me. “It’s not illegal – she won’t be nude … just … you know …”
Yeah. I knew all right, so I said it. “Just sexy and just for you?”
He gulped. “I’ll pay double”
Now those were magic words to me. “Who am I to judge” I told him. “Let’s get started”
The first outfit I picked was pure schoolgirl, and just as she slowly stripped down I slowly began to be struck by her raw, underage beauty. By the time we started on the third outfit (a very tight sundress), I could feel my mind starting to … wander … and my own juices began to flow.
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