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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
Reader’s Wives
This is a story from the 1980s when, in many respects, pornography was much more fun because it left more to the imagination. It was a rather warm day in the university library, and I was sitting writing an English essay. There were very few people around – it was examination week for many of the departments – and I was suddenly surprised by a light tap on my shoulder. It was a boy from fine art who I knew vaguely through a friend of mine, and he was rather nervous but obviously wanting to ask me something. Finally getting him to the point, it turned out that he had a photography practical due very soon and needed a model – a NUDE model – and as he knew I was quite easy with my favours, he wondered if I might oblige. Well, I didn’t fancy him, but as he was happy to pay me for sitting naked for an hour or two I was more than happy to oblige. We adjourned to the photography studio, I lost my clothing, and he photographed me tastefully if rather tamely.
I thought nothing more of this, until he approached me just before the end of term. This time he was a little more confident (maybe he had finally lost his virginity to that snooty girl in E42!), and his new proposition was possibly more lucrative: could he photograph me for Readers’ Wives! Well, he did, and this time it got a little more interesting. It was not so much the lingerie shots he took of me, nor indeed the cheque for £100 which we shared between us (this was a fortune in 1985!) but the little adventure when I ended up at the photo studio in London to be shot for the final competition by the house photographer, Louis.
The initial shoot was fun, and – incidentally – was done in reverse, to stop any lines and marks showing on my pale skin. In other words, you start out naked, and end up clothed! At the end of this, with my alleged boyfriend sitting next to me (he couldn’t admit he was just a friend, so he came in the guise of my boyfriend – and nearly came in his pants), Louis approached me with another prospect. How about I do it again, but a little more explicitly?
How could I refuse? I was so turned on, and despite the pleading look from pseudo-boyfriend, I redid some of the clothed poses – cross legged shots, showing calves and ankles, before losing my cotton summer dress and parading in my white underwear and stockings. My lacy bra was off soon after and I held the crotch of my soaked panties aside so that my full red bush was exposed to the two men. Losing my panties, I was instructed to hold myself open, so that my glistening orifice could catch the light of the surrounding incandescent lamps.
As they watched, I teased my hot wet clitty to a pitch I thought hard to achieve even in private, my orgasm being the more sweet for being shared with my voyeurs. When Louis tossed a dildo onto the bed I knew exactly what to do, and I came again and again as his camera caught how it opened and distorted the intimate and receptive flesh of my womanhood. I think I shocked them both as I licked the plastic cock clean of my own cum – he caught this on camera too - and then slid the length of it into my arsehole. Louis’ gift of a second dildo saw me double penetrate myself on camera for the first time, and his prying lens captured every moment of my rapture.
What more could I ask? Of course, Louis and my ‘boyfriend’ finally got to fuck me – and it was all the sweeter to know that, after Louis’s huge black cock had left its copious load inside my body, my ‘boyfriend’ lost his virginity in a flood of sloppy seconds. Wasn’t I a greedy girl? x
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