Hi,
This story was written by the lovely Dee then edited by me. She has asked me to submit it for her. That I am very pleased to do for she is a beautiful woman. Please enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated and will be shared with Dee. I am sure that she will write more if the feedback is positive.
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I was now getting used to this. I had been modelling for Tom for just over a year now, god knows how he talked me in to it! I sat on a stool in my stockings, panties, bra and suspender belt as Tom moved around me taking photos. Tom's web site "Tom's British MILFs" never showed any real nudity or anything hard core. Most of the shots were like my sets. A mature woman stripping out of her everyday clothes down to her underwear. Despite that Tom was making good money and he was paying me and the other women very well.
How did I get into this? Well I don't really know. I would say a mixture of boredom and curiosity I suppose. It certainly wasn't for the money, although the extra cash did help. My divorce had left me comfortable but money was still a little tight so the cash from Tom paid for the nice extras which normally I would have gone without.
One thing Tom was very good at was the gentle art of persuasion. At first I was not interested but as Tom worked on me over a few weeks my objections subsided and I soon found myself stripped down to my underwear in his studio while he took the first set of pictures of me. When I saw the response from his "members" it was a real confidence boost and I was up for another set. After that it kind of snowballed.
We were coming to the end of this particular shoot when Tom dropped a bomb shell into the conversation. "I got a call from a pal of mine, Vic, he has seen some of your photo sets and wanted to know if you would do a porn video shoot for him," he said.
I laughed at first, "You must be joking, porn is for young fit girls with firm bodies. Who wants to see a fifty year old like me having sex."
Tom went all serious on me, "You are joking Dee - guys love MILF porn, its the biggest thing out there at the moment. Go on Dee think about it," he said.
"No way Tom, this is OK doing some sets for your site but I don't think I would want to go any further. Besides its all a bit seedy," I said.
Now it was Tom's turn to laugh. "It's a proper business now. Things are much more professional than they used to be," he said. I was still not convinced but when Tom told me what Vic was willing to pay I started to take a bit more of interest.
After the shoot I dressed and said goodbye to Tom. "Don't forget to give me a call about the video work. You should do it," he said. I got home that night and could not get Tom's words out of my head. My mind was fired up a little by curiosity but also an increasing amount of sexual frustration. I had not had a man for over a year. Since my divorce there had been a couple of disastrous one night stands and this had put me off. On the outside I was very classy and demure but inside burnt a sexual fire which was in danger of getting out of control: perhaps a one off session with an experienced man might quell the fire slightly.
I left it a few days before calling Tom. I told him I would agree to meet him and Vic and discuss the matter. A few days after that conversation I was in a wine bar with them both discussing the video. "Now Dee, I don't know how you want to do this but I have a really nice lad in his late twenties. He has a great body and is very good at what he does - and he takes direction very well! I am sure you would enjoy working with him Dee. Or," Vic continued, "if you prefer, I know an older man, very experienced, distinguished and also very, very good at what he does. Your choice?"
I tried to stay professional as my mind pondered what the young stud might look like. Then I pondered over the older man. Would I feel more comfortable with someone nearer my own age? I felt I was being hit by a barrage from two sides as both men worked on me trying to get me to agree. In the end I said I would consider it. The one thing Vic did was give me confidence. He made sure I understood that if at any point I wanted to stop I could and that stopping would not be a problem. That was important to me.
I thought about it for a few days. To be honest I thought about nothing else. Finally I picked up the phone and told Vic I would give it a go. Vic immediately wanted to know which partner I chose. I had thought about that a lot too and decided, for the first time anyway, that I would feel more comfortable with an older man so I told Vic that.
Vic told me that the movie was going to be a straight one on one. The man he had told me about was named Mike and the movie would be filmed in a large house Vic had rented. "I suppose I am looking for the posh lady entertaining a professional colleague," he said. He then asked me about suitable clothes and I offered some ideas from my wardrobe. Vic was pleased and we confirmed the date which was around ten days away.
Those ten days seemed the longest of my life as half a dozen times I felt like picking up the phone and cancelling but here I was driving the short drive to the house that Vic had rented. When I got there Vic had already set up some lights and cameras in a large lounge of this splendid house. He was very professional about every thing but I could see he was excited to - obviously a man who enjoys his job I thought. "Dee this is Mike" Vic said. The man I saw was distinguished looking, seemed older than me. He had a winning smile and his eyes seemed to look right through my clothing. He was tall, about 6 feet I thought and carried himself well. Slim and carrying no excess weight he was impressive. Just the sort of man I might have hooked up with. As his eyes slid over my body and we shook hands I blushed in anticipation of what was to come.
Vic told me there was a bedroom upstairs where I could change. My hands were shaking that much I had trouble fastening my suspenders as I dressed. Both men looked pleased with my choice of clothing as I walked back into the room. I had chosen a favourite white blouse of mine and a skirt just below the knee. White stilettos did not really go with the outfit but Vic insisted I wear them!
