When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became desperate and desperate, then I met Tish..

She was a model coming and we became fast friends. She suggested I should take some glamorous pictures of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. He thought being a woman was a resource in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish changed I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lace panties, a suspender belt frilly lacy and high heel shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dazzling on her breast. “I like it?”, she purified, waving her lips while she walked through the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?” I whistled in the appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on her right there and then. God!

He climbed on the bed and laid, roasted on all four. I focused the camera and started taking pictures. He smiled, pushed the tip of his tongue and held it between his teeth. I heard a strange thrill snap through my body as I imagined his tongue flicking slightly over my clitoris. It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt reddened. Luckily, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three movie reels before he said, “I take my panties off and you can shoot me while I take them off.” She got up and hooked her thumb in her panties, her face a teasing invitation mask. He slipped the sticky black lace slowly, revealing his thick curly pubs. I could see her soft lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning, he bartered his butt peach before lying on the bed, what a shot he was, and began to lie down and draw his knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties down her thighs to the ankles before hooking them skillfully over her high heel shoes. Kneeling on the bed, licking his fingers and caressing his nipples until they were hard and protruding. They must have been almost a long thumb, and the view of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tingly feeling. Then, tightening his hands under his breasts, he squeezed the meat firm, offering them clearly to me.

I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in sight, my pussy was getting wet and crying. I’ve never taken photos of a naked woman, no less, look at an erotic in front of me. I was feeling lit. I never thought of dreaming of another woman and I felt embarrassed and hoped she wouldn’t notice me, but by now she must have noticed my jeans, wet, God are sexy. Then I told her: “Turn around and we’ll do a few bucks.” Let’s hope this will take my head off her tits and her pussy, and I hope she wouldn’t notice my wet dick. He crunched on all four overlooking the other side, and caressed his background invitingly. I moved around her, looking at the muscles that grow under the soft flesh of her thighs. “Remain back on the shoulder,” I ordered. “Now, she seems vulnerable, scared. Like someone just got behind you and slapped your ass… like this!!! While I slapped her ass on both cheeks, and bit her lips, looking at me with a strange expression in her eyes. I clicked the camera again and she started really performing! Lying his face down, he spread his legs and leaned on his bed. I looked down his squirming body and suddenly realized that my horse was no longer the only wet thing, but so it was my pants leg. I resisted the temptation to shake his inviting ass again and I took more shots. As she stood on her bed, she turned and kneeled at my feet, her lips separated. Slowly his tongue came out and fled to an imaginary cock, backwards and backwards, with slave devotion. My pussy was screened from her mouth only by the thin satin of my panties and I wondered what would happen if I took off my jeans, with that tempting tongue just two centimeters away! You must have noticed that my pussy ripped my jeans! The atmosphere was electric… and the film was over! I went up on the floor and she kept laying. He rested on the bed, tightening his thighs in his hands, arching his body and masturbating his hips. His ass rose and fell against the bed, his face a photo of sensual lust. Then his fingers wandered toward the clitoris and began to circle. She began to squirm with excitement as the fingers of the other hand pushed into her juicy pussy. Suddenly he realized what he was doing, and his breasts collided as he fought to control himself, venting with embarrassment. “Oh, I was getting so excited!” smiled. “I’m sorry, I was taken away. Come on, it’s your turn. Give me the camera. I reload it and then you can give me a show!” “What do you mean? I’m the photographer.” I said. “Oh, don’t play sports.” “Do not fall into that trap to think that all models are hare-brained. I always thought I’d go across the camera once my modeling career starts slipping.” I didn’t want to be ungrateful as she had so disinterested agreed to pose for nothing, so I undressed until my boot and panties. God, my horse was so wet. . .

Although I heard an apprehension flicker, I put on a brave face, giving her small flashes of my pussy hair before finally pulling my panties up to the floor. Then I found that I wanted to tease her, see if I could do what she did to me. I started squealing my ass, tracking my skin with my long nails. I looked over my shoulder at the lens of the camera, feeling her eyes exploring every thumb of my body. I’ve been thinking about it, head toe. I watched her take the pictures, wondering what it would be like to run her hands on the tits, to feel the soft golden curls of her pussy. Did your pussy feel the same in me? Then I crocked on all four like a whore, shaking my hips as if you were wildly fucked by a huge dick. I knew how he felt now. It starts pretending, but after a while the pants and whips become real. My pussy seemed to be on fire, all my body possessed by a strange life of its own, shaking as if sperm was deep spurting in my crack. I squatted astride an imaginary cock and turned my hips, turning around and around like a slow dancer belly. I moved faster and faster, sneaking my hips furiously on one side to the other as if it burned the skin of some dick. But the juice that was oozing out of my vagina was not imaginary! “Oh, it’s fabulous!” Tish slapped. I stretched out and stretched my legs, holding them up in the air, knowing that her eyes would be glued to my wet pussy. My hands wandered toward my thighs, closer, closer to my pussy. The juts couldn’t hold me to do it, to fuck me right in front of her, to bring me to an orgasm while photographing me. I threw my fingers in my ass and started pumping them in and out. My breasts burned and my face felt reddened by a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He stopped taking pictures. What was he doing? Then, with my body heading towards the climax, every muscle that trembles with the anticipation of the one desired for release, I heard her pressing her naked flash against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and began to squeeze my tits with one hand, the other hand grabbed my horse. My fingers found the clitoris while hers is immersed in my pussy. I was boiling with excitement, the feeling of kissing and caressing another woman was driving me crazy with passion. Then she slapped over me, legs on every side of my head and lips kissing at my hard clitoris. I gave her juicy pussy a loving lacquer while she grabbed my face tightly between her hot thighs. We struggled with pleasure and sucked each other the pussy, squeezing with delight as we drank the juice of the other. Then, pulling back my lips pussy, pushed the tongue deep into my hole, quickly leading me to an exciting delusional orgasm.

I grabbed her juicy clitoris between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, forcing the cries of pleasure from her throat until her pussy was too full, her oily juice piercing me in the face. Boringly, Tish bit my clitoris and my body was quickly tingling to the thrill of another cream. Her pleasure lofts mixed with mine, our squeezing meat in exquisite spasms as we twisted and rolled on the bed. When we licked and sucked each other until our bodies were too weak to continue, we stopped for a long time. I felt damp, confused, embarrassed and ecstatic right away. But all I could do is purify with pleasure. We couldn’t look at it first, but then I took the initiative and kissed it tenderly. “I just had to,” he said. “Do you have any regrets?” “Nothing at all,” I answered, gently brushing his breasts in my hands. I felt very relaxed, but obviously wanted more. He kept me softly in two hands and led his lips. They were soft, wet and warm and his tongue forced me to open my mouth to rape and deepen the cave of my throat. I felt me dissolve and relax my nudity against her, low slumping on the bed with the legs widely straddled. We broke up, gasping for breath, out wet lips with mingled saliva, smiling each other. I could feel my pussy twitching and aching; tingling and oozing his juices while putting an arm around my shoulders and letting the other hand drift away on my shining body. I was no longer uncomfortable or embarrassed; I actually felt much more relaxed than I had ever done when my boys were making love to me. Her fingers caressed the thick and dark curls of my pussy, making it more than ever. At that time the deep-mouthed groans came from my throat and held my thighs as I pushed them apart. He serpent the middle finger up and down my burning crack, “Do I 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.” That first time she was rushed, but this time she felt like we made love in slow motion.

I gasped and ripped for breath, trying to relax, throwing high arms behind my head, pushing my pussy forward while she began to snake her tongue down through the thick forest of my vagina. Her fingers opened me gently, spreading my lips and exposing the red cherry meat below. I could feel her massage the whole thin area with the heel of a palm while teasing the inner folds with the tongue. When she was completely lubricated, she sucked my clitoris gently erect between her lips, and sucked it in and out of her mouth while driving her deep into my forefinger.

“You’re so pretty tight, dear,” he whispered, his voice bit by my pussy meat, “but try to relax so that I can get two fingers inside and you’ll enjoy it more.” I made a conscious effort to relax and feel the tip of another finger at my entrance. He licked more on my clitoris, really string it with the tongue, catching its sensitive tip with each network. I could feel some nice sensations that washed on me and wanted me to come. I began to push hard on his fingers as I became more excited, ramming against his tongue and lips. The climax finally burst over me and she knew exactly the right time to dig the other finger deep into my clutch, flooding pussy. She was still licking the copious and creamy juices that oozed from my enlargement hole long after the wonderful orgasm had died. He put my hand on my chest. He excited me to take his breasts, naked and full and firm, in the palms of my hands. I lowered my head to take every pert, erect, flammed nipple in my mouth in turn. They felt very hot and tight as I squeezed them with my lips and sucked them deep, taking part in the soft milk meat as well. Once again she gave me her mouth on her and I could taste my juices while we were kissing, long and deep. I let my hand lay on her belly until she could caress and stab, in her juicy fissure. He stretched his legs to their maximum size. I never dreamed I’d be so attractive. It was all wet and wide open; even the radius curls that covered his flesh the cunning lips were shinning with drops of his sweet cream. Leaving the head on his body I used thumbs to further open his pussy, to look at his oleosity with the small narrow red bud that leans from the pink meat bed. The scent of clean femininity has passed to my nostrils while I folded lower and lower. “Do it!” groaned, shook me slightly on my head. “Please do it!” I slammed her tongue, tasted her. It made me feel sexier than ever - and bolder. Running my tongue around my lips to moisten them I softly bit my mouth on the most sensitive part of her pussy. She moaned, pushing her pussy pulp wet in my mouth so that she felt full and her juices torn from the corners of my lips. I felt her sluggish under me so she was lying with her head directly under my fanny and her tongue was stretched to pierce my pussy! Sucking more on his clitoris, I pushed my down hard on his mouth and began to eat, ravenously, with complete abandon, like two rusty sluts in fucking heat! He widened me open and licked back and forth along my slit, tightening my thighs with his soft dark hair. My legs clinged with tension and I bobbedied stronger, clinging to his clitoris firm. God was good! I felt my stomach tremble like the lights flashed in front of my eyes; the sounds roaring through my head and a whirlpool of gusty, beautiful spasms swept me to the climax. I hope you were also cumming, so you can experience the union at the same time.

I pushed two and then three fingers into his slippery hole and felt it tighten on them tightly, I knew then that he was cumming too. He went wild as he reached his peak; She was screaming and screaming and biting. Grabing my ass cheeks, he pushed me down his body until my convulsed pussy was directly alone. She bounced me up and down like she was trying to get me fucked her, applauding madly to my boobs at the same time, pulling against my nipples. “Ride me, baby!” moaned. “Ride me!” She finally calmed down and we kneeled together, holding each other tight, and kissing, savoring the juices of the other, tenderly holding the body of the other as if we were each a piece of fragile cream. She came back to the bed, redistributed her thighs, opening her pretty pussy. “I want you to take me away with your nice tits,” he said quietly. “I’ll keep my pussy open and nidify your nipples in the crack. Steal your hard nipple against my clitoris. I know it’ll be good for both of you.” Taking a hand under my body, pressed one of my tits and felt a threshing of excitement inside the heavy meat globe while pushing my hard nipple against her clitoris! She went back and forth under me, and I took the pace, pressing my roof in her wet valley. He felt smooth with excitement. I could see the dribbles of her juices gathered on the slopes of my tits while we both became more and more excited. She started breathing very heavily and squeezed madly under me so I had to gasp her thighs firmly to keep in touch with her pussy. She was lost in the wild tones of orgasm and I could feel her pussy meat by tightening my boobs. Constant pulsation was like a big mouth sucking my tits, taking me away as never before through my tits!! !

The photos were great and I had no problem selling them to the male magazine. Well, that’s how I became a glamorous photographer - and a female meat lover at the same time!