It began as a softcore lingerie photo shoot and ended as the dirtiest, most exciting weekend I'd ever spent. I was actually in town to cover a basketball tournament in the arena across the street from the hotel, but when the offer came to spend an afternoon photographing a sexy young model in lingerie I had to accept.
Her name was Kelly and this was only her third or fourth modelling assignment. She was eighteen and an erotic vision. Petite and slender, with finely turned legs and a trim little ass, but really full in the chest. When she stepped into my room wearing a low-cut cocktail dress that came to mid-thigh I couldn't believe my eyes.
And her face! Classic American features: blue eyes, a pert little nose, flawless teeth, long straight blonde hair. She was perfect model material. What made her perfect erotic model material, apart from her body, was her mouth: the lips full and pulpy, like segments of some delectable fruit.
My hard-on probably started right then, even before we'd begun the session. I tried to hide it but I was wearing only loose shorts with my T-shirt and it must have been pretty obvious from the get-go.
It didn't seem to faze her though. I saw her glance at my crotch from time to time with the hint of a smile. I maintained a professional air as best as I could, posing her sitting in a chair beside the bed, then on the foot of the bed itself. I had her cross her legs so that the dress rode high enough to reveal the tops of her black stockings with the garters attached. Then I had her pose on the bed on her hands and knees so that the dress rose even higher.
What a sight she was, her ass in the air, her gorgeous legs encased in black nylon. Without me prompting her she began to haul the dress higher and higher, showing me the black garters stretched taut over her creamy buns.
"Kelly darling, these shots are going to be X-rated," I warned.
"That's okay. I want to have a little fun. I've been on such boring shoots lately."
She kept going, pulling the dress so high it was rolled into the small of her back and I had a perfect view of her taut little ass. The thong she wore left very little to the imagination.
My cock was erecting further, bulging out the front of my shorts, and she laughed as she caught sight of it.
"I think I'm not the only one who's professionalism has gone out the window," she smiled.
I laughed too. We were having fun. But my cock really was getting out of control, tenting out my shorts in a really obscene way. I started to back away but she stopped me.
"Don't move away. Your dick looks really big and I have a confession to make. I really love big cocks. Would you mind if I saw it?"
What a question! What's a guy supposed to do? Erotic model photography is a very dirty job, but someone has to do it.
"Be my guest,' I said as I stepped to the side of the bed. She had gotten off her hands and knees and was now sitting on the side of the bed, her face level with my bulging crotch.
"Fuck, it looks huge," she whispered. Her hand came up to stroke down the bulge gently and I thought I was going to come then and there.
But then she was tugging my loose shorts down and suddenly my prick sprang free and bounced up and down inches from her face.
"Fuck, it is huge! I love it!" she cooed.
I'm really not the most well-hung guy in the world, maybe slightly thicker and longer than many, but I was clearly bigger than what she was used to. She curled her slender fingers around it and squeezed gently. She shucked it up and down once, twice, three times.
And now I really began to erect fully. My cock flexed and stiffened to its full girth, jutting up in her hand like the branch of a small tree.
Fuck, it's beautiful!" she sighed. "Would you mind if I sucked it?"
So full of questions she was! None of which needed an answer. Without me saying a word she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head. Then she licked up half the length of the prick's underside. Finally she sank those awesome pulpy lips over the head and began to suck.
She stayed on the head for the longest time, squirting it in and out between those puffy lips. Her big blue eyes stayed on my face the whole time, judging my reaction.
"You like the way I suck?" she smiled, pausing for breath. And without waiting for an answer she sank her mouth back over my cockhead and took in two or three inches of shaft to boot. Up and down her blonde head began to fly.
I've never had anyone suck my cock so gently, so expertly. She applied just the right amount of pressure. And her fingers clutched the base of the shaft and pumped it softly.
I could feel my sperm rising, yet I didn't want it to end. She seemed to sense this and after she'd plunged down deep on several strokes, sucking four, five, six inches of bloated meat into her mouth, she pulled off altogether, grinning up at me, panting softly.
"You're about to come, aren't you? Here, let me slow things down for you."
She slipped the straps of her cocktail dress off her shoulders and let her huge tits bounce free. They were beautiful tits, full and heavy and perfectly shaped, the nipples hard and erect and nut-brown. They jutted up off their circles like swollen thumbs.
