Click.
"Now, put your right hand between your legs. No, on the chair. That's it."
Click.
"Throw your head back and push out your tits."
Click. Click
"Lie back, open your legs and put your hand on your cunt. And look at the camera."
Click. Click. Click.
"Insert your finger into your pussy."
Click. Click. Click. Click.
I was enjoying this. Behind the camera Sue smiled at me through the viewfinder. Then her smile disappeared. She stood up and looked around for Beth, the make-up artist and her current lover.
"Beth, darling, shave her pussy properly," said the beautiful blond Sue. "You know I hate hair stubbles in my shots."
We were in Sue's photographic studio doing a shoot for a men's magazine. I was lying on my back with my legs spread open on a huge bed with turquoise satin sheets seductively sliding over my tanned skin, making me wet.
Well, I am an erotic model and a wanna-be actress in the adult entertainment business. But that was not always the case. I was brought up in a strict religious home where sex outside marriage was taboo and nudity reserved for the bathroom. I left home rebelling against these silly rules and vowed that I will be naked as often as possible. I also never wear underwear anymore.
Six months ago I was a bored final year Business Ethics student at USC, struggling to make ends meet. The only entertainment I could afford was lazy summer weekends on the beach and came to love the sun, wind and sand on my beautiful naked skin.
Early one Saturday morning I was meditating on a 'clothes optional' beach when I heard a commotion a few yards to my right. When I opened my eyes, I saw a blond beach bimbo and her female companion strutting towards me. I've seen them before on the beach. Three naked men struggled behind them, carrying some heavy camera equipment.
The blond stopped before my rocky cove, admiring my body. I was naked in a full lotus position on a tatami mat.
"Would you mind if I take some photographs of you?" asked this blond beauty. She was dressed in cut-off jeans and a small white t-shirt. I could see her hard nipples straining against the cotton. She came over to introduce her companion as Beth and herself as Sue, a professional photographer.
"My name's Lillian and no thank you. I can't afford to pay you for a picture of me naked on a rock."
"What if I pay you?"
"Why me?" I wanted to know.
"That's why," said Sue, pointing at the men's erect cocks. The three naked men stared at my open legs and my gaping pussy. They didn't even try to hide their erections.
"The twat power between your legs can make you a lot of money."
Money is a magical word to any poor student. What did I have to lose? No one believes in business ethics anymore and besides, what's the use of moral values if you don't have anything to eat? During the last three years I've become used to public nudity, so why not display my cunt all over the world?
With my go ahead, Sue quickly instructed the men to set up her camera, lights and reflectors. All the while I kept my meditation position.
For the rest of that day Sue directed me to sit this way, lie that way, open your legs, get on all fours, push your tush in the air, caress your tit, finger-fuck yourself and lick your juices from your fingers.
The men were masturbating while Sue took the pictures. I didn't know my pussy could have such an effect on men. Then Sue asked the guys to cum on my tits while she takes more pictures. I was pleasuring my exposed clit to the camera when the groaning men's pulsating cocks spew their milk on me. I had my first public orgasm when their juices hit my tits.