When I left college, I graduated in photography, and I look forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was certainly an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became discouraged and desperate, and then I met Tish..
It was a model to come and we became fast friends. She was the one who suggested me take glamorous photos of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She felt that being a woman was an asset in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish was changing, I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy black netting stockings, black lacy panties, a lacy frilly belt and high heeled shoes, a long rope of pearls around her neck, sticking on her breasts. “Like this?” She cleansed herself, waving her lips through the room. “Do you think they’re pretty sexy?” I whistled in recognition. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on him. God!
She went up to the bed and sat down, crouched on four legs. I concentrated the camera and started taking pictures. She smiled, pushed back her tongue and held her between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill when I pulled into my body as I imagined her tongue was slightly flickering on my clitoris. It was such a strange thought that I felt blushing. Fortunately, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three rolls of film before she said, “I’m gonna take off my panties, and you can shoot me while I take them off.” She got up and hung her thumb in her panties, her face a teasing invitation mask. She slowly intruded the black lace, revealing her thick curly pubs. I could see her soft lips through her hair, her soft lips. Then, turning around, she hugged her little fishing ass before lying on the bed, what a shot there was, and she began to lie down and pull her knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties on her thighs to her ankles before hanging them with ardour on her high-heeled shoes. On her knees on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed the nipples until they were hard. They must have been almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tindy sensation. Then, cutting her hands under her breasts, she tightens her flesh firm, offering them to me openly.
I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in sight, my pussy getting wet and getting wet. I never took pictures of a naked woman, no less, watching an erotic in front of me. I felt excited. I had never considered loving another woman and I felt embarrassed and I hoped she wouldn’t notice me, but now she must have noticed my jeans, wet, God is me hot. Then I said, “Go on and we’ll shoot a few shots.” I hope it would deprive me of her breasts and pussy, and I hope she won’t notice my wet crotch. She squatted on four legs facing the other direction, and lowered her bottom in a welcoming way. I moved around her, watching the muscles tear under the soft flesh of her thighs. “Look over your shoulder,” I ordered. “Now look vulnerable, surprised. It’s like someone’s clapping behind you and slapping your ass… like that!!!” When I slapped her ass on both cheeks, and she bit her lips, looking at me with a strange expression in her eyes. I clicked on the camera again and she started playing! When she lay down her face, she spread her legs and lay on the bed. I looked down at her body deflating and suddenly realized that my crotch was no longer the only thing wet, but also my pants leg. I resisted the temptation of spanking again and again. Standing above her on the bed, she turned around and knelt at my feet, her lips separated. Slowly, his tongue came out and fled from an imaginary tail, back and forth, with enslavement devotion. My pussy was only protected from her mouth by the fine satin of my own panties and I wondered what would happen if I took off my jeans, with that tantalizing tongue just two inches away! She must have noticed my pussy sank in my jeans! The atmosphere was electric… and the film was over! I walked on the floor and she kept laying down. She lies on the bed, shakes her thighs in her hands, arches her body and jerks off her hips. His ass rose and fell against the bed, his face an image of sensual lust. Then his fingers wandered to his clitoris and began to surround him. She began to excite herself when her other hand’s fingers pushed into her juicy pussy. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing, and her breasts began to master themselves, blushing with embarrassment. “Oh, I was getting so excited!” She smiles. “Sorry, I was taken away. Come on, it’s your turn now. Give me the camera. I’ll reload it and you can give me a show!” “What do you mean? I’m the photographer.” I said. “Oh, don’t be a spoiler.” “Do not fall into this trap to think that all models are cervids of hare. I’ve always had the intention of going to the other side of the aircraft when my model career begins to slide. I didn’t want to be ungrateful because she agreed to pose for nothing, so I undressed myself in my boot and panties. My crotch was so wet…
Although I felt a flash of apprehension, I put on a brave face, giving him small flashes of my pussy hair before finally pulling my panties to the ground. Then I found out I wanted to tease her, see if I could do what she did to me. I started rubbing my ass, tracing my skin with my long nails. I took a look at my shoulder at the camera lens, feeling her eyes explore every inch of my body. I came back, stinging from head to toe. I looked at her while she was taking the photos, wondering what it would be like to run my hands on her breasts, to smell the sweet golden curls of her pussy. Did her pussy feel like mine? Then I crouched on four legs like a bitch, shuddering my hips like I was wildly fucked by a big dick. I knew how she felt. You start pretending, but after a while, your pants and whimpers become real. My pussy seemed to be on fire, my whole body had a strange life, trembling as if the sperm were pushing deep into my slot. I squatted an imaginary dick and rotated my hips, spinning and round like a slow belly dancer. I was moving faster and faster, shoving my hips furiously from one side to the other as if I gnashed the skin of a tail. But the juice that came out of my pussy wasn’t imaginary! “Oh, it’s fabulous!” shouted Tish jumping. I lay down and stretched my legs, holding them up in the air, knowing that his eyes would be stuck to my wet pussy. My hands were wandering towards my thighs, closer, closer to my pussy. I couldn’t hold back to do it, kick my fingers in front of her, get me to an orgasm while she was photographing me. I pushed my fingers into my ass and started pumping them. My breasts were burning and my face felt ate with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She stopped taking pictures. What was she doing? Then, with my body rushing towards the climax, each muscle shaking with the anticipation of this desire for liberation, I felt her pressing her naked flash against mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she started shaking my breasts with one hand, her other hand cut off my crotch. My fingers found her clitoris like hers in my pussy. I was boiling with excitement, the feeling of kissing and kissing another woman made me mad about passion. Then she spread over me, her legs on either side of my head and her lips kissing my hard clitoris. I gave him a love lick by tying my face between his warm thighs. We laughed at each other’s pussy, grinning with pleasure while drinking the other’s juice. Then, by removing my lips, she pushed her tongue deep into my hole, quickly leading me to a delusional and exciting orgasm.
I grabbed her juicy clitoris between my teeth and punched her with my tongue, forcing her throat to cry out of pleasure until her pussy was over-doubted, her oily juice dipping on my face. Drowningly, Tish ruined my clitoris and my body was soon stinging with another cream. Her sobs of pleasure mixed with mine, our flesh sleeping and shaking in exquisite spasms that we twisted and rolled on the bed. When we licked and sucked until our bodies were too weak to continue, we lay down for a long time. I felt dazzled, confused, embarrassed and ecstatic all of a sudden. But all I could do was clean with pleasure. We couldn’t look at each other first, but then I took the initiative and tenderly kissed her. “I had to,” she said. “Do you have any regrets?” “Not at all,” said I, gently cutting his breasts in my hands. I felt very relaxed, but she obviously wanted more. She held my face gently in both her hands and guided my lips towards hers. They were soft, humid and warm and his tongue forced my mouth to rape her and plunge into my throat cave. I felt melted and relaxed my nudity against her, collapsing down on the bed with my legs largely strangled. We split up, we get out of breath, we get wet lips out of mixed saliva, we smile. I could feel my pussy shaking and bad; tingling and omiting her juice by putting an arm around my shoulders and letting her other hand drift on my shiny body. I no longer felt uncomfortable or embarrassed; Actually, I felt a lot more relaxed than I had ever done when my boyfriends made love to me. Her fingers caressed the thick and dark curls of my pussy, which made her twist more than ever. At that time, deep-throated moaning came from my throat and I stretched my thighs as I spread them. She put her major in my burning slit, “I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue? Words cannot express how much I want to eat your pussy, suck your juices and lick you until you come.” This first time had been rushed, but this time we felt like we were having sex in slow motion.
I wasted and took it to breathe, trying to relax, throwing my arms up behind my head, pushing my pussy forward as she began to snake her tongue in the thick forest of my pussy. His fingers opened me gently, extending his lips and exposing the cherry red flesh underneath. I could feel her mass all the viscous area with the heel of a palm as she teased the inner folds with her tongue. When he was completely lubricated, she sucked my clitoris between her lips, and sucked her into and out of her mouth while she pushed her deep into my hole.
“You’re so tight, my dear,” she murmured, “her voice suffocated by my pussy flesh, but try to relax me so that I can have two fingers and you can enjoy even more.” I made a conscious effort to relax and felt another finger at my entrance. She licked him stronger on my clitoris, really whipped him with her tongue, catching his sensitive tip with every slash. I felt beautiful sensations washing on me and I wanted her to bring me in. I started pushing hard on his fingers as I became more excited, crawling against his tongue and lips. The peak finally jumped on me and she knew exactly the right time to dig the other finger at the bottom of my clutch and flood pussy. She was still licking on the creamy and copious juices that came out of my enlargement hole long after the death of the wonderful orgasm. She put my hand on her breasts. He made me happy to take his breasts, naked and full and firm, in the palms of my hands. I lowered my head to take every pert, straight, inflamed nipple in my mouth in turn. They felt very warm and tight as I pressed them with my lips and sucked them deeply, also taking part of the soft milk flesh. Once again she pulled my mouth at hers and I could taste my own juice as we kissed, long and deep. I let my hand slide over his belly until he could hit and drape, in his juicy slit. She stretched her legs to their fullest extent. I never dreamed I’d fix one so attractive. He was all wet and bent; Even the sparse curls that covered his flesh the pussy lips were bathed in droplets of his sweet cream. Lowering my head on her body, I used my thumbs to open her pussy further, to look at her oil with the little tight red bud that came out of the pink flesh bed. The captivating smell of the female’s cleanliness spread to my nostrils as I bend lower. “Do it!” she groaned by pressing slightly on my head. “Please do it!” I took my tongue out, I tasted it. It made me sexier than ever and bolder. Running my tongue around my lips to moisten them I gently tightened my mouth on the most sensitive part of her pussy. She moans, pushing her pussy flesh wet in my mouth so that she feels full and her juices are ripped off from the corners of my lips. I felt her stretching under me, so she was lying with her head right under my own fanny and her tongue was stretched to pierce my pussy! Wrestling harder on her clitoris, I pushed my own on her mouth and we started eating each other, furiously, with complete abandonment, like two hot bitches! She held me wide open and licked along my slit, tickling my thighs with her soft dark hair. My own legs suffered from tension and I stuffed harder, beating his clito firm. God was good! I felt my stomach trembling as the lights flashed before my eyes; sounds roared in my head and a whirlwind of gusty and magnificent spasms swept me to the peak of climax. I hope she laughed too, so that we could live the meeting at the same time.
I pushed two, then three fingers into her slippery hole and felt it hanging on them, I knew then that she was singing too. She went wild when she reached her apogee, exclaiming, clawing and whispering. She pushed me until my convulsive pussy was directly on hers. She made me bounce back like she was trying to fuck me, scratching madly on my breasts at the same time, pulling on my nipples. “Put me out, baby!” She moans. “Put me out!” Finally, she calmed down and we knelt, standing close to each other, and kissing, savoring the juices of the other, tenderly holding each other’s bodies as if we were each a piece of fragile porcelain. She turned on the bed, spread her thighs again, opening her pretty pussy. “I want you to take me with your pretty tits,” she said quietly. “I will hold my pussy open and you will nest your nipples in the slot. Rub your strong nipple against my clitoris. I know it will be beautiful for both of us.” Tightening one hand under my body, she pressed one of my breasts and I felt a thrill of excitement inside the heavy flesh globe by pushing my hard nipple against her clitoris! She bent under me, and I took the rhythm, pressing my tits into her wet valley. It felt sweet with excitement. I could see dribbles of his juice gathering on the slopes of my breasts as we became more and more excited. She started breathing very strongly and got madly madly under me so I had to close my thighs viciously to keep in touch with her pussy. She was lost in the wild orgasm beats and I could feel her pussy flesh clinging to my breasts. Regular pulsation was like a big mouth sucking my breasts, bringing me back like never before through my breasts!!!
The photos were great and I had no trouble selling them to a men’s magazine. Well, that’s how I became a glamorous photographer - and a female flesh lover at the same time!