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I'm at work, bored silly as I finfish off making a spreadsheet for an upcoming project when there is a knock on my door. I asked whoever it was to come in, and Kelly, one of the young women from the typing pool, popped her head around the door.
I think I can safely say that there is one guy in the company that wouldn't lop of a limb to spend a night with Kelly. Well, except Colin in the printing department, as he bats for the other team. But I think even he'd switch teams if she flirted with him.
Kelly has olive skin that seemed to glow, and she turned heads where ever she goes. She is average height, slim with long jet black hair, long legs and a perfectly round arse.
"I'm not disturbing you?" she asked.
I said she wasn't and invited her in. Kelly sat down and explained that she heard I was a photographer. She needed to get a portfolio of pictures together for an agency and wondered if I'd take them.
I explained that I'm not a professional, but I know my way around photoshop and a camera. What I could give her might not be good enough to get an agency to take her on.
Kelly then laughed and explained that the agency wouldn't care if the pictures came from a phone. They just wanted some pictures. I said I'd have to look into it and talk to her over lunch. Kelly thanked me, and I set about googling what goes into making a portfolio.
I had made a list of photos that you get in a portfolio. I met Kelly in the canteen, and over coffee, I showed her what pictures I'd need to take. Countryside with a hat and summer dress, Swimsuit by a pool or on the beach, Evening dress, and with a quiet voice, I said underwear.
Kelly laughed and said I just had to come round to her place as she didn't need all that. Slightly confused, I agreed to go to hers.
A couple of days later, I'm outside her flats, struggling with a bag containing some big lights. I then carry the lights and my camera gear up three flights of stairs to Kelly's front door.
I had imagined as she opened the door, she'd be in a long silk dressing gown showing a hint of lacey underwear. I knocked on the door and waited with nervous anticipation. The door opened, and Kelly greeted me dressed in an oversized tracksuit.
I can't say I was disappointed it was still Kelly after all. She showed into the living, which was empty except for a three-seater sofa and small table with two odd chairs. The walls were bare of any pictures, and she explained she only moved in a week ago and not had a chance to decorate. I set up the lights, and Kelly went off the change.
By the time I had the cameras, the lights and the backdrop up, Kelly had gotten changed and returned in a long dressing gown. Under one arm was a long leather roll. In her hand was a bottle of wine, which she placed on the small table. She then pulled the table away from the wall. There was a thin strap holding the roll together, which she then undid. It rolled open to reveal a Whip, Cain, Riding Crop, Flogger and Paddle. I picked up the paddle and examined it, then began to wave it about like a table tennis bat.
"How do you hit a ball with this?" I asked, which made Kelly laugh.
"You know what these are then?" she asked, still laughing.
"Depends?" I said vaguely, "No, unless I didn't look weird if I said Yes. Then Yes", I replied.
Kelly looked at me puzzled, then said, "These are mine. Who should be worried about looking weird?" she asked.
"Good point ", I said, placing the paddle back.
Kelly then pulled the dressing gown off and threw it over one of the chairs. I slightly gasped and took a step back when she revealed what she had on.
Kelly stood there in a Black Leather Bodice with four red straps. Each strap wrapped around her and fastened with a gold buckle at the front. Then a pair of Black leather knickers. Also, high heeled thigh-high latex shoes, which isn't easy to say d*unk or sobber. She then pulled out two large pins from her hair, letting it cascade down over her shoulders. She shook her head slightly to even her hair out, then looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. All this seem to happen in slow motion from my point of view.
"Do you like the outfit?" Kelly asked, smiling and posing.
"Parts of me are applauding right now", I replied, still stunned.
Laughing, she picked up the riding crop and gave me a playful slap on the arm with it, saying, "Saucy". Kelly stood in front of the backdrop, crop in hand, but it didn't seem right. I dug about in my camera bag and handed her two straps asking her to put them on. She looked at me puzzled, asking if I knew what they were. I said wrist restraints, but I use them to keep the legs of my tripods together. Then I cleared my throat as I stood back behind my camera. Kelly smirked as she put the restraints on.
We then spent a couple of hours taking photos with each of the items. Every time Kelly switched from Paddle to Flogger, and so on, she'd drink some of the wine. Once we felt we had enough, Kelly pulled on her dressing gown, and I broke all the gear down and packed it away.
As I was about to leave Kelly, asked not to mention any of this at work. I assured her that I wouldn't say a word of this. I doubt anyone would believe me If I did.
A few days later, I email Kelly saying I'd have the pictures for her on Monday. I downloaded everything to a USB, the original photos and ones I had fiddled with in photoshop.
I was at work unusually early Monday morning. No sooner had I got into my office than Kelly knocked on my door. She said she had seen me come in and was eager to see the photos. I switched on my laptop and plugged the USB in. Kelly closed the door and walked over to my desk. I walked around and placed the laptop down in front of her, then stood back.
Kelly leant over and began to flick through the photos.
I stood there nervously with my arms crossed, chewing on my thumbnail. Hoping Kelly would like what I had done with the photos. I was also admiring Kelly as she stood at my desk cross-legged. She had on a Black Satin blouse, a short Black Leather skirt that rode up just enough to show a hint of stocking top.
From time to time, she would look back and smile and remark how good the photos were. At one point, she looked and gave me a long lingering smile without saying a word as I think she realised I was admiring her.
She then spread her legs, wiggling her hips slightly from side to side. It was at this point I slowly walked over and stood beside her.
I think Kelly knew what was about to happen as she glanced up at me and smiled, then closed her eyes. I raised my hand and smacked her on the arse. She gasped slightly, then gasped again, as I landed her other smack on the other cheek. I repeated this several more times before I couldn't control my urge any longer.
I pulled up Kelly's skirt, and she looked back at me, smiling and watched me standing behind her, pulling down the zip to my trousers. I yanked her knickers down, then slowly pushed my cock into her. Kelly let out a groan pushing her arse back to meet me, wiggling her hips. I then began to fuck her over my desk, slapping the bare flesh of her arse from time to time.
With each slap, she gasped louder.
"Fuck me hard!" she then demanded.
I did as I was told and began to thrust hard against her. Getting my cock as deep as I could. Kelly pushed the laptop aside and slumped down onto the desk, groaning. I grabbed her hair and pulled on it, lifting her head off the desk.
"Oh, Fuck. Yes!" she cried out.
Kellys let out a low groan as her legs buckled. She now just laid there helpless, taking each of my thrusts, groaning. I slap her arse again, which made her legs quiver. I slowly quickened my thrusts. I could feel myself building to explode.
"Make me yours!" Kelly cried out as her body shook on the desk.
With one last thrust, I exploded deep inside Kelly. Our bodies both shook and quivered together. I leant over Kelly, grasping her by the hand. Our fingers entwined, and we breathed deeply together.
Kelly began to push herself off the desk, so I backed up and put my cock away. She then stood, pulling up her knickers and straightened herself up. She grabbed the USB and gave me a long lingering kiss, then left.
I stood there feeling blissful as a thought ran through my mind.
At what point does mist become fog? |
Another good read
