At last the day I'd waited for had arrived. My best pressed shirt lay waiting for me on the bed as I
slipped into a hot shower. As I soaped myself down I felt my cock stirring and it took all my resolve
not to touch it. I didn't want to be late for my appointment.
I decided to take the bus as I couldn't trust myself to drive. My hands were shaking with nervous anticipation and beads of sweat had begun to form on my brow. As it turned out the bus journey was hell. Every nerve in my body was pulsing in overdrive and the vibrations of the bus made me feel horny. I briefly entertained the idea of slipping my hands down my boxers and stroking my balls but the bus was packed to the hilt. At last I arrived at my destination and, taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the foyer.
I was greeted by Jo who assured me with a warm smile that there was nothing to be nervous about. She led me to the studio and I was surprised by the distinct lack of equipment, a simple white back drop, a chair and two strategically placed light boxes.
'I always find that simplicity is best' she said 'we can experiment with positions and you can tell me which feels best for you.'
I could barely speak, my throat was dry and scratchy. She was so nice that I felt rather guilty about lying to her.
I had barely removed my jacket when she began to shoot. The rapid fire click of the camera excited me and I fought hard not to let it show.
'So what do you write' Jo enquired?
'Oh, err non-fiction, business to business articles mainly' I stuttered.
'Very important to have professional profile shots then' she replied 'I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results'.
I had no doubt I would but for very different reasons.
The shoot was over quickly much to my relief. I decided to get a taxi home, I couldn't risk the bus as I felt horny again. The proofs were to be e-mailed to me in the next twenty four hours. It was the longest wait of my life.
I lost count of how many times I checked the printer was working. My desk was stocked with high quality photo paper and dozens of spare printer cartridges. I'd been preparing for this for a long time. I showered again and it was agonising. I'd never gone quite so long without touching myself and my balls were so full of cum that they throbbed angrily. I knew I couldn't trust myself to stay home alone so I met up with a few mates for a beer. Safety in numbers.
The following morning I woke with a start, my massive erection jutting out from under the sheets. Usually I would languish in bed and tug on my cock but not today. Today was different and I spent a frustrating morning pacing around my flat. It was 12.03pm before the e-mail dropped into my inbox and I didn't even bother to read the message. By 12.04 I had downloaded the file onto my memory stick and inserted it into the printer. Within seconds the machine began to whirr and I watched with anticipation as the first picture slid into the out tray. My buttocks tightened and I felt the familiar signal in the pit of my stomach. I carefully retrieved the thick stack of photos and made my way to the bedroom where I spread them out on top of the duvet. My face stared up at me, eyes fixed, lips slightly parted and smiling, as if teasing me. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt letting my fingers gently brush my chest, within seconds I was rock hard. I kept my gaze on the deep, brown eyes as the blood rushed to my throbbing pole. My trousers and boxers lay at my feet and I kicked them away before straddling on the bed. Surrounded by my own image I took my cock into my hand and slowly rubbed pre cum around it's engorged head. I was shaking and groaning as I slipped my hand down to the base of my prick and felt my nails gently scrape on the soft flesh. I pumped slowly at first wanting to savour every moment, spurred on by pictures of my half open lips waiting hungrily for me to spurt. I leant back on my haunches displaying my massive erection to the full and pulled faster and harder. The skin slipped effortlessly over my cock head and back again, swelling my bollocks in readiness. I cupped them with my other hand gently massaging as I gazed at my willing audience. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, there was no going back, so I wanked harder and rubbed my balls frantically until coming was inevitable. The release was amazing as shots of thick, creamy cum spattered all over the bed hitting my faces and smearing my lips. I continued squeezing my balls until the very last drop before collapsing on top of the glossy, wet photos. I could barely breath, the scent of printer ink and semen was delicious.
That was three months ago and I've spent a fortune on paper and ink. I've even had more photos done but it's worth it, my orgasms are always amazing. Photo Shooting is a fantastic hobby
So there I was, my hips gyrating as Adrians expert fingers worked their magic on my clit and I wondered how this man had taken just two hours to completely seduce me. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not usually the sort of girl who throws off her inhibitions, never mind her knickers, on the first date but then this was no ordinary date.
I was introduced to Adrian in the Blue Moon, a decadent gay bar on the outskirts of the city. Not that everyone who went there was gay. The Blue Moon had a reputation for being a place of fun and dance where the staff always wore smiles and played tambourines in between serving customers. I arrived with Susie whom I had affectionately nicknamed The Corrupter after she had served me up to her husband as a birthday gift a few weeks ago.
But I digress.
When I first laid eyes on Adrian he was stroking the cheek of a rather stunning blonde who had just served him a drink. Marcel, aka the stunning blonde, turned out to be his boyfriend but that didn’t stop Adrian from fixing his smouldering dark eyes on mine. I know it’s a cliche but I felt like he was undressing me right there and then. I shivered, I blushed, I even swooned a little. I did just about everything but orgasm. I daresay if he’d have touched me that first night I would have done that too.The following day Susie informed me that I had been invited to dinner. I had a pretty good idea that I would become the main course. I accepted at once.
I wore my best silk dress and a clean shaven pussy. I sipped red wine as I watched him cook. I don’t even remember what the flat looked like, I was watching him stride around the kitchen like a god. His fingers peeled, grinded and stirred enticingly. If we had a conversation I don’t recall it. At some point during the night he took my hand and led me to the bedroom and, positioning me in front of him, placed his hands on my hips. Every nerve in my body sparked as Adrian leaned forward and gently burrowed between my thighs. I heard him breath in the scent of my juices and let out a soft moan of approval. ‘Don’t move’ he whispered. It was hard not to as I felt the tips of his fingers creep slowly up my legs and under my dress. My pussy was on fire and all I wanted to do was cram his hand right inside me. Luckily Adrian had the same idea and pretty soon I was riding that fist like a bitch from hell.
Just as I was about to explode he pulled out his hand. My cunt was a gaping chasm and I let out a cry of protest. In an instant I felt my dress fall to the floor and there I stood in all my naked glory. Adrian fixed his hungry eyes on my taut, pink nipples, his tongue quickly followed. He teased and flicked, fixed his lips around the entire circumference of my aureole then sucked those little bullets deep into his mouth. Just when I thought they couldn’t get any harder I felt his teeth clamp on my buds, gently but firmly pull them to the brink of ecstasy. I was helpless, all I could do was ride the waves running up and down my spine and urge him on with my groans. Once again Adrian pulled away just as I was about to come. God, the bastard was playing me well. I had no idea what was coming next, not that I cared, I was putty in his hands so when he spun me round I didn’t flinch. My bottom was directly in front of his face and I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. ‘Bend over’ he said. I didn’t need telling twice.
So there I was, my cheeks splayed open showing off every detail. Talk about up close and personal. My heart was beating so fast that I thought my chest would explode. My pink star twitched with anticipation and I gasped as a cool, sticky liquid slithered down into my crack. Lube, my god, as if I wasn’t wet enough. Adrians tongue entered my arse with ease and those magic fingers found my clit once more. If he had plans to pull away again he didn’t act fast enough. I couldn’t hold it any more and I came hard, bearing down on his tongue, pushing it in right to the root. At the same time I reached between my legs, grabbed those fingers and rammed them up my pussy as far as they would go. I swear that orgasm lasted forever but this ride wasn’t over yet. Now it was my turn to play.
I turned to face him and he casually leant back on the bed. His dark eyes sparkled and he wore the look of triumph on his face. ‘Don’t get smug’ I warned before I grabbed at his shirt and tore it apart. His smooth, brown torso was exposed and I could see goosebumps rising on his arms. ‘Stand up’ I whispered when he did I placed him right in front of me, his groin level with my face. I watched his face as I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped him. It had crossed my mind that he may not be able to fill me as good as his fist had done but I quickly realised how wrong I was. Even before I released it from his boxers it was obvious his cock was more than up to the job. It didn’t take me long to take it into my mouth, my lips slid right down his shaft and as they came back up, I sucked hard. When I reached the top I let my tongue slide around the tip. I slid down again licking every ridge and vein until I could feel his cock down my throat. I held him there whilst my hand cupped his balls, one finger massaging his perineum. It was only at this point that I became aware of Adrians loud gasps of pleasure and boy that made me feel good. I released his cock smiling as it slapped against his taut belly. ‘Lay down’ I said.
I watched hungrily as, at my bidding, Adrian slid a condom over his huge prick and I positioned myself over it. I eased him in slowly and felt myself stretched to the limit all the while swaying my hips rhythmically until finally I engulfed the whole lot with my pussy. Adrian cried out and arched his back pushing his hardness even deeper. I liked that and he guessed that I liked that which is why he grabbed my hips and began to arch and thrust with wild abandon. I felt him swelling to bursting point and I knew he was ready to come so I leant back and found my clit. My labia were huge and I rubbed myself urgently while he watched me and urged me on. I came first but the spasms from my pussy soon brought him off too. We both screamed.
That was our first date but we had many more.
Oh, by the way. Did I mention that Susie gave me as a ‘birthday gift’ to her husband? Well, here’s how it all started