My name is Yano. I was once the only full time employee of the Kinky Brides Group (KBG) and now live with my pornstar girlfriend, Emma, one of the kinky brides, and our shemale lover, the stunningly beautiful Michelle.
As I am sure you can imagine we have the most wonderful sexual combinations and I adore each of them equally.
Five years after seeing her in the rear seats of my limo, 'Dark Secret' as a most daring and scantily dressed bride, I found myself regularly with Emma, unofficially and at her riverside flat. (If we were found together by a KBG member the punishment would have been both humiliating and severe).
By then she was 23 years old and we had become good friends on the many occasions I had driven her from her flat to various locations. Sometimes we dared to have sex, other times we just talked and she told me about her life as a high class pornstar and her days in the KBG.
Here is her story.
"I was eighteen and regularly being chatted up by this black guy who seemed to be walking home about the same time as I was from school. He was much older than me but I liked him and began to look forward to meeting him. One day he brought me a present of a solid silver locket and suggested he would take my picture to put in it if I liked, so I went round to his place, which was actually quite some distance away - but not in his Porsche car which he had parked further down the road. It was the first time I had been alone with him but I had developed a trust in him over the weeks we had been meeting. He had a fantastic Penthouse flat which looked over the river and he made me feel really special. At first I refused his offer of a drink but changed my mind later as it was not often that an adult gave me the opportunity to drink. Anyway I felt nice and relaxed when Boyd took a few shots for my pendant, my long blonde hair pulled over my right shoulder at his request. Then he asked if he could take some other pictures of me walking around and lying around in his flat.
I was not very sure about that, after all I only had my school uniform on, but he assured me that would be alright for this time. So I straightened up my tie and my white knee socks and began to let my skirt back to it's full length by unfolding the folds I had made around my waist to make it as short as it was. Boyd felt it was alright as it was and I could even make it shorter if I wanted to look really sexy, so I made another fold and made it real short. "I walked around the room and out onto the balcony, the breeze from the river lifting my skirt a couple of times as Boyd lay on the floor taking endless shots. One time he was showing me how to pose when my hand hit the front of his trousers. I discovered I was turning him on and so, after another two vodkas, I went around the room deliberately bending over and sitting down on the chair arms so that my white panties could be seen. By the end I was wanting to kiss him but he just dropped me off near my house and drove off.
Next day he was at the school again."
"I've got the photographs done if you want to see them," he said as we walked along.
"Of course I did so I arranged to be picked up later and we went in the Porsche to his flat. He seemed a little disappointed that I didn't have my uniform on because he thought the shots he had were good but could be better. Anyway we went up to his flat and I was stunned when I went into the sitting room to find a magnificent bridal gown hanging from the thick wooden curtain rail. It positively shimmered through the long polythene bag and in the bottom there was a huge pile of shimmering ruffles. I looked at Boyd and asked if he was married."
"Of course I'm not. That dress is for a photoshoot I am doing with a model tomorrow so don't sound so disappointed."
