I have been a swimsuit and lingerie model since I was eighteen. I'm Peggy Garver, my titties showed up really early in my life, but that's not a story for this forum. I was an all-natural FF cup beauty on my eighteenth birthday and I signed an agreement with bookmodels.com. It was not an exclusive deal, so I signed another deal with backstage.com which got me gigs in London and the continent as well.
At first it was mostly swimsuits, I was five foot ten and weighed one hundred and forty pounds with red hair. I was in London doing a swimsuit shoot and it was the weirdest shoot. It was a glass enclosed studio in photographer's office in an old building that had apartments and various small businesses.
It was eleven in the morning and the photographer asked if I was up for a shot with another girl doing lingerie after lunch? I said, "Sure, how much per hour? I was making one hundred fifty an hour as is.
"Is two hundred okay, " he said."
"Come on through luv and meet Nikki."
I walked through and she was almost six feet tall and then was far and away the most beautiful woman alive with red hair and freckles. I stood there and stared with my mouth open and she held my eyes and slowly walked towards me and stopped so close to me, I could feel her breath on my face, maybe two inches away. I started to lean into her face, but my girls were against her and her eyes and mouth opened and I grabbed her neck and bit her lip. Half a second later she was in charge devouring my mouth and kneading my ass. I moaned and shook the girls into her B-cups.
Her leg was between mine and pulling my ass as my cunny road her hard quadriceps. I came hard and she wouldn't stop grinding me and fucked me for at least forty five minutes. I ate pussy for the first time and it was fun and she tasted so good, sweet. I had no idea how many cocks I'd sucked and I later discovered oysters tasted like jizz.
When I was in London years later we fucked, but it grew into a relationship. That day our first encounter the photographer fucked both of us for hours. He was a smaller guy maybe five foot six, but he had a nice cock seven inches or so, but he would not cum until he chose to let it fly. I spent the night with her.
I had another shoot through the agency in the afternoon. We had sex, my first sixty nine that morning and it was so incredible. Soft and we both had an awareness of our impact on each other. Another week with her and I would have stayed. We both felt it. I am glad we left it to happen.
The afternoon shoot was with eight other bathing suit models and it was a lot of fun. There were two photographers and they were like the best standup comedians. Total giggle-fest. A couple of older women assistants would prep us for the shoot. The one that was with me would spray my camel toe not so it was visibly wet, but enough so my lips and slit were obvious, then in the last twenty seconds she pulled hard on both of my nipples and I grunted as she did, now my pussy was legitimately wet.
I had a flight home to Seatle at two o'clock the next day from Heathrow. After an afternoon of edging by this beautiful, voluptuous woman through ten shots I was ready to hump a cucumber in my dressing room. There was a knock on my door. I walked over and opened it and she was there. "Can I come in?"
I nodded and she came in. I barely gave her enough room to get through the door and then I closed the distance between us and our tits were against each other and I was doing the whole, old movie heaving breasts thing and I somehow snaked my arms around her neck and whispered, "I missed you before I knew you. Just tuck me, Jesus please."
I felt my mouth and lips taken, invaded maybe, little kisses, bites. She gave my tongue a blow job. She repeatedly slapped my ass. It was so erotic. To give in.
I lost track of what was going on, she banged me with her fingers for a while. Sat on my face and finger fucked me. She made me eat her ass, while she was on my face. She came from that. Then she said I was a bad little bitch and put me across her knees and spanked me hard and I came all over her, my first BDSM moment.
She took me home to this huge home in Mayfair, a mansion really. She was wearing this huge diamond ring, wedding ring ensemble. I said, "Oh my goodness, you're married. What will he say?"
"What's your name darling?"
" Peggy. Peggy Garver."
"Is that short for Margaret?"
"Yes Ma'am."
She laughed with joy in her voice and said, "I have three children, two girls and a son. All of them are old enough physically to be your parent. None of them are from my husband. All of them are from my father in law the Duke. All very civilized of course since my husband is and has always been a bloody faggot."
"Oh," I said realizing that was way over my head and sinking fast."
"We are going to fuck tonight after a nice dinner and most of the night. Tomorrow, midafternoon you will realize that being my lover is what you want to be more than anything. Over the course of the next week you will fall deeply in love with me. By the way I'm Beverley Smith."
That's what happened. The sound of her voice made my heart pound. A week later she said, "Peggy I have to go attend to some business with my solicitor (lawyer) and I will spend the night in the city. I will be home in the evening, we'll have a late snack, okay darling."
I flung my hands against my thighs and stomped my heels and I sobbed and choked out, "Don't leave me, I can't bear the thought of being apart Bev. I love you so much."
"Well pull on some chinos and a top. No lingerie we'll do some shopping and have some fun."
I ran to her and gave her a peck on the cheek and turned around and ran towards our bedroom. I had some pink chinos and a rolling stone tee shirt that was way too small. I had some red open toed pumps with a five inch heel and I could barely get my chinos over my hips and booty. Actually, there was two inches of booty cleavage and in front, the snap on the chinos was an inch or so above my flaming red bush. There was a trail of hair that went from my belly button to my bush. I sprayed her Chanel No. 5 on my tits and my underarms. I pulled my hair into a top ponytail with a scrunchy. I had left my lips and face without any makeup.
She wanted me to stop shaving my underarms and my legs too and I knew my love
for her was deep into my soul. She respected me, listened to me, asked questions about what I thought and it was so real. She taught me to like prunes of all things sounds silly, but she asked me to try something and I trusted her.
We made sweet love. She whipped my ass, used nipple clamps and fucked me with a huge strap on. I readily accepted her as my mistress. It was such a moment of joy when she explained submissiveness.
She asked me if I'd been sexually abused. I hung my head and wept, immediately.
She held me and said, "Fuck that asshole, I'll kill him if he hurts you."
I started to say something and she touched my lips and shushed me."
I came down the stairs and Bev saw me and said, "Come her you little slut, I've got something for you."
"Closer baby," and I was up against her and she put on a choker on my neck and turned me around and I heard a click and it fit perfectly.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into an adjacent loo (I started calling bathrooms loos after hearing her say that) and looking in the mirror there were diamonds, real diamonds scattered randomly amidst some larger sapphires (my gemstone) and right in the middle there was an onyx square with an inscription that said I love Bev.
I looked at her in the mirror and nodded yes so vigorously and I could not help myself from crying. I just stared into her eyes and I felt loved, safe and secure. She grabbed my hand and our fingers interlaced.
She called out, "Jeri, we're going to the city, please take us."
We sat in back, it was my first trip in a Rolls Royce. It had been her father's and it was from the 1970s. Silver and a lush leather interior and cute bar. Bev loved gin on the rocks, and we shared. I was her wife, her bride. I didn't care about a fucking church. I WAS her wife.
I said, "When I was a little girl I dreamed of being married. I'm so happy to be your wife. I feel fulfilled, happy and proud. I don't know how I will ever thank you except to say I'm all in and love you so much," and I let out this big sigh and snuggled even tighter to her and laid face onto her chest."
"Peggy?"
"Mmmm?"
"You are my first love and have captured my heart. I love you too."
I hugged her for fear of losing her and she was crying. I crawled up and grabbed her face and kissed her tears until she giggled. I pulled back and we both smiled in delight.
"Nobody will ever believe how fast this happened when I tell them. Fuck them I don't need their approval."
She chuckled.
We had fun. We went to a jeweler that specialized in piercings. Everything from labia to clit to nipples and belly button. Even ass cleavage piercings. Oh my this made my cunny wet. Bev could tell.
"What? Tell me you little minx?"
I looked at her, then looked down, pushed my shoulders causing my girls to come together.
"Really?"
I nodded, "Could I have a couple more?"
She raised her eyebrows and nodded at the same time.
"Lip rings both sides, maybe my clit and what do you think about some sapphire chips in my butt cleavage?"
The salesclerk, who was a beautiful shemale named Lois. Her tee shirt said across her lovely tits I've got a dick 4 u and then a pink arrow pointing towards her crotch, stepped up and said, "I can show you some pictures, do you want to see?"
We did. Bev was enthralled. I wanted to embrace being queer. I asked Lois, "I'm Bev's wife and feel so proud, I'm interested in nipple piercings, labia rings and some butt cleavage and maybe clitoral, too. I want to emphasize my love for Bev, plus showing how queer I am. Can you point out some that show that or what we'd need to accomplish that?"
Lois said, "You might want to think about lip rings and tongue piercings too, perhaps some septum or nostril too. But honestly the public facing piercings like lip rings, septum and nostrils can be so artistic. You don't have pierced ears? Any reason?