Bert uncurled the newspaper one last time to read the ad again.
WANTED: Writer/Photographer to assist in preparing calendar for Bare Essence Magazine. Salary commensurate with abilities. Apply Bare Essence Magazine, 2030 NW Expressway, Suite 1401, Houston, Texas 74356.
He adjusted his tie and reached for the door knob. "Either now or never," he mumbled to himself as he slowly opened the door. He took a deep breath, then walked inside.
"I'm here about the job," he started as he walked up to the receptionist.
The attractive blonde smiled as the journalist stopped in front. "Hum," she replied, "have a seat and I'll let Janet know you're here. Ah, who should I say is applying?" she asked reaching for the intercom button.
"Bert. Bert Howard," he replied as he shifted his portfolio. He glanced around the room nervously studying the furnishings and photography on the wall.
"You can have a seat, Mr. Howard," the receptionist said with a smile. "Janet is busy at this moment."
He found a chair close to the lady and sat down. He crossed his legs, putting the portfolio next to the chair.
"Ah, might have to sleep with the publisher to get the job," she whispered with a wink after several minutes of silence.
"Then," Bert said, nervously easing his finger inside his collar, "I'm happy your publisher is a woman."
"She's going to eat you up," the blonde replied, her eyes flashing as the intercom light came on. "Guess it's getting close to showtime for you," she said. "Her office is at the end of the hallway."
Bert reached for his portfolio and got to his feet. He nervously walked down the corridor, remembering what the receptionist had said about sleeping with the publisher. "Easy, Bert, you need the job," he reminded himself as he stopped in front of the door. He glanced back at the blonde, then opened the door and walked inside.
"Well, well, well," Janet said with a smile as she spotted the job applicant. "Wasn't expecting anything like you," she added with approval.
"I'm both a writer and a photographer," Bert said reaching for his portfolio.
"I've no doubt you could do anything you wanted," she said putting her hands on a stack of job applications on the desk. "Just about given up hopes of finding a tall, handsome stud like you to fill this position," she smiled nervously, her tongue easing over her lower lip.
"About my requirements," Bert added, feeling a little uneasy with the publisher. Her red hair fell over her shoulders. Her skin was light and soft. The full breasts pushed against the silk blouse as she turned in her chair. Her brown eyes drifted lower, studying his crotch.
"See, we've got this requirement at Bare Essence," she started, "about not wanting any virgins in our publications. You know, with all these scandals about young women who pose in the buff and go on to compete in beauty pageants and stuff like that. We want young ladies who are obtainable. And who like to give a man what he wants, time and time again."
"I see," Bert said sitting down in a chair.
"We want our calendar girls to be beautiful, that's for sure," she said as she got to her feet. "But, we also want to make sure they've been around the block a few times, too."
"I see," he said crossing his legs.
"And, the only way to do that is to get in their pants. To see how the ladies feel about pleasing a man," she said stopping by the desk. "And that's going to be one of your jobs if we select you."
"Pardon?" he asked, his blue eyes studying the attractive publishing executive as she moved closer.
"When you meet these young women, we want you to get in their panties. To make sure they know how to please a man. Hell, that's shouldn't be too hard for you," she said as her tongue slipped past her lower lip. "Hell, my pussy is twitching just looking at you. Now, let's see what the girls are going to get."
"Pardon?" Bert asked as a nervous smile flashed across his masculine face.
"Drop your pants. Show me your equipment."
"Ah. I didn't think this was part of the deal," he said clearing his throat.
"It is if you want this job. And, I think you'll be more than happy to cooperate when you meet the ladies. That, and the fat salary and expense account you'll be getting if you're selected," she said as she leaned next to the desk. "Now, show me your dick." Bert looked up at the lady, their eyes meeting. He slowly rose to his feet. He cleared his throat as he removed his jacket and folded it over the back of the chair. He glanced back at the door, then unfastened his belt and unsnapped his pants. His expression was serious as he turned his attention to the attractive executive. His fingers worked their way down the zipper as their eyes met again. He lifted his left eyebrow as his slacks fell past his knees and to the floor. He reached for his tie and pulled it clear. A knowing smile flashed across his face as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Didn't want to spoil your view," he said as he pushed the shirt open, revealing his developed chest and dark tan.
"Hum, I like men who work out," she purred as the job applicant slid his fingers inside the elastic band and shoved his shorts past his knees, revealing his circumcised cock. "Sure like what I see."
"Good," he said nervously as a burst of cold air shot across his prick. "Then, do I have the equipment for the job?"
"Don't know. Can't make the final decision until I see it nice and hard," she said, her eyes studying his prick.
"Need some stimulation for that," he said. "What sort of stimulation?"
"Like, watching you as you unbutton your blouse and show me your tits. And, perhaps even dropping that loose-fitting shirt and moving closer," he said, feeling the blood rush to his meat.
"I see," she said with a grin. She tossed her hair back over her shoulders as she unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed it back, allowing it to fall from her body. She unfastened her bra, smiling as it fell to the floor, revealing her full breasts and erect nipples.
"Yeah. You're getting me there," Bert said, his eyes fixed on the excited points.
"I can see that," she said as her skirt dropped to the floor. "Now, about that stimulation," she said pushing her panties to the floor.
Bert cupped his cock. His fingers circled the base, easing up and down its length. His hand slid over the crown, spreading pre-cum as he studied the pussy only a few feet away. "Is this what you were wanting?" he asked, his chest rising faster as his hand pumped his erect meat.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah," she moaned as her hands explored her body. Her fingers twisted and pulled her tits as her eyes examined his thick rod.
"Seem to be wasting a good erection," Bert observed as he started to move closer.
"Not this time," she said, her eyebrow lifting as their eyes met. "Jack off and shoot your cum all over those other damn applications," she groaned as her finger slipped inside her cunt. "Uuuuuummmmmm. "
"Seems like a fuckin' waste," the writer said as he picked up the pace. His fingers forced the skin up and down the shaft as he studied her pussy. He watched another finger join the first as they disappeared between her legs. "Sure wish I was a finger about now," he said as his hand thrust back to his pubic hair, then to the head.
"Oooooohhhhhh, uuuummmmm," she purred as the fingers slipped in and out of her pussy. She spread the two, creating more friction as they brushed across the outside walls. "Ooooohhhhh." Bert cupped his balls, pulling the hairy sac closer to his crotch as his unrelenting hand pumped away. He spread his legs, mirroring Janet's movement as the fingers disappeared.
"Aaauuggghhh," she whimpered. Her head rolled from side to side, the thick red curls brushing against her bare shoulders. Her tongue traced her lips as the fingers were rammed in and out of her excited cunt.
Bert's chest rose faster as his hand pounded his meat. His nose flared as he studied her nipples. He wanted to reach over and grab the erect points and twist them between his fingers. His pulse quickened as he felt his balls contract. "Oooohhhh. I'm gettin' there," he groaned as he aimed his cock at the application forms spread across her desk.
"Go ahead, shoot juice all over those fuckin' wimps," she grunted. Her eyes were fixed on the cockhead, waiting for the flow of white cream she knew would soon be shooting across the room.
"Oooh, shit," Bert moaned as the cum spurt out of his crown and splattered across the forms. Blood rushed through his body as the next round joined the first, causing the ink to spread across the applications.
"Aaauuugghhhh," Janet cried out softly as her coated fingers worked their way deep inside her cunt. "Oooohhhhhh, uuuuuummmmmm," she whimpered.
Bert looked at her fingers, watching the cum-coated members as they slipped out of her pussy before being shoved back to the joint. His lips parted as more of his cream coated the forms on her desk.
Her head fell forward, sending the long curls over her breasts as she removed her fingers. She reached for a kleenex as she looked at the forms on her desk. "Only one thing to do with those," she said as she reached for the stack and slid them in the trash can.
"I guess that means I got the job?" Bert questioned as he removed his hand from his spent meat and accepted a tissue. He ran it over his fingers and cockhead.
"Yeah. Sure the hell did," she smiled as she reached for her panties. She pulled them back up her legs as Bert bent over to retrieve his shorts. "Should keep you around here for my enjoyment," she added as he shifted his cock back inside his underwear.
"Whatever you want," he said as he buttoned his shirt. "After all, you're the boss."
Bert glanced at the address on the folder again as he opened the door to his sports car and walked up the driveway. He smiled as he spotted a Fiat Spyder in the garage. "Brings back memories," he mumbled to himself as he walked across the sidewalk and up to the door. He paused, then pressed the button.
After a short wait, an attractive brunet answered the door. "Here for the interview and photographs?" she asked.
"Yeah. For starters," he smiled as she stepped back and watched Bert as he entered.
"For starters?" she questioned as she studied the handsome man.
"Oh, don't mind me. That's just the way I am," Bert replied, his face serious as he surveyed the contents of the large living room. "Nice place."
"Thanks. I like it. Perhaps you'd like a beer or something before we get down to business," she said.
"Ah, a beer would be nice," he said as he stepped down into a pit area and pulled out his legal pad. He was reaching for a pen when the hostesses returned.
"My name's Cindy Partlow, but I guess you already know that," she said handing the glass of beer to the writer.
"Mine's Bert Howard," he said. "Thanks."
"Ok, now what do you need to know about me?" she asked as she curled up in a chair with a glass of white wine. She tilted her head, allowing the thick brown curls to fall back over the chair.
"Look. This is my first interview, you know, you being Miss. January and all. So, I'm a little new at this," he said reaching for the beer.
"No problem. I've set aside all evening for this," she smiled as she put the glass to her lips. "And I mean all evening."
"Thanks. That's real considerate," Bert said putting the beer to the side. "Ok, let's assume that I'm a reader. And I'll ask the questions I'd want to know if I was seeing your pictures."
"Sounds like a good approach," she replied. Her green eyes examined the interviewer. She tried to keep and hold eye contact, but her eyes kept shifting to his crotch.
"Ok, why did you decide to pose for the January spread, or the magazine itself for that matter?" he started as he pushed the click on his pen.
"Well, it was an easy decision for me," she said, her eyes lifting to meet his. "I had a birthday a couple of months ago. When I checked the mail, I had one of those business birthday cards from my insurance company and nothing else. So, I was pretty low."
"I see," he said writing down the information.
"Then, my neighbor invited me over for dinner. Our dinner consisted of onions and liver from the previous day. I told them that I didn't want anything to eat, but they insisted. So, here I was eating this left-over liver on my birthday. And, to make matters worse, what we didn't eat they fed to their two dogs. I couldn't believe it," she said pushing the hair from her beautiful face.
"I can't imagine you having a birthday like that," he observed as he wrote down the last comment.
"I couldn't either. So, I came back to my place, had a couple of glasses of wine and went to bed, alone," she added.
"And that seems even more impossible to believe," Bert said reaching for the beer. "So, I guess you think posing for Bare Essence Magazine will change that?"
"It couldn't hurt. It was sort of a resolution to change things before my next birthday. After all, what could get worse than left-over liver and onions," she smiled.
"And the birthday card from your insurance company," he added.
"Yeah. And that birthday card," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Is that the sorta thing you'd want to know about me if you saw my picture on a calendar?"
"Sure. That, and a couple of others," he said spreading his thighs.
"Like what?" she teased.
"Like whether or not you were a woman of the world or another virgin teasing the reader," he said reaching for the beer.
"Well," she started, lifting the glass to her lips. She turned the rim against her lips. "I've never really liked the word `no.' It just doesn't sound very nice."
"Good. That's good," Bert said as he wrote down the remarks. "And I liked that little thing with running the rim of the glass against your lip. Perhaps you can repeat that while I take a few pictures."
"Anything you want," she said as she rose from the chair. She unfastened the top of her lounge suit as he reached for his camera. She pursed her lips as the silk material fell to the floor, cascading over her full breasts and smooth skin.
Bert felt his cock swell inside his slacks as he examined the hairy patch between her legs. He fumbled with the camera, reminding himself that he was working as his eyes shifted to her tits. The pair was full and smooth, capped by two quarter size nipples. The points were lifted and excited.
"Where do you want me?" she asked as she picked up the glass of wine. "Perhaps a refill first."
"Sure, sounds fine," Bert said handing her his glass as she walked by. He turned his head, studying her ass as she moved up the steps and towards the kitchen. "Damn, some body," he mumbled quietly as he tried to shift his cock to hide his semi erection.
"I've thought about this," Cindy said as she returned. "And, since I'm Miss. January, perhaps a fur coat next to the fireplace might be nice."
"Sounds fine," he said as he accepted the refilled glass. "I'll light the fireplace."
"And I'll get the fur," she said as she walked down another hallway.
"That's not the fur I'm interested in," he mumbled as he pulled back the fireplace screen. Slowly, he held a match to the gas burner. He watched as the fire spread, causing the oak logs to quickly burst into flame.
"It's been a while since I've had the fireplace going, and the logs are probably dry," she explained as she tossed a white mink over the hearth.
"Every lady should have one of those," he said looking first at the mink, then her pussy.
"Now, which fur were you referring to?" she teased as her fingers eased over her stomach and to her cunt. She slid her hand over the slit, spreading the outside walls as she moved closer. "You know, there's only one way to prove that I'm not some silly virgin trying to get a little publicity."
"Was just thinking the same thing," Bert said, swallowing. His pulse increased as their eyes met. "Yeah, I was just thinking that. Ah, but first we've got these photographs," he said, trying to keep his mind on why he was there.
"Yeah. Let's get that done first. After all, I've got all evening set aside," she said as he stepped back. "But, the least you could do is get naked while you photograph me. After all, you'll need to later anyway."
"Guess you're right," Bert said as he got to his feet. He reached down and removed his shoes and socks. He pushed them aside before unbuttoning his sports shirt. His chin was firm and his eyes serious as the material slid over his shoulders and was tossed over a chair. "If this is a tease, I need to know now."
"Tease. Hell no," she said. "Especially now. You've got a nice body."
"Was just thinking the same about yours," he said as he unfastened the slacks. He studied her green eyes as his pants fell to the floor.
"Huummmm," she purred with approval when she spotted his semi-erect cock inside his jockey shorts.
Bert reached for the elastic bands, pushing his underwear to the carpet in one quick deliberate move. He straightened, his cock jutting from his thighs.
"Huuuuummmmmmm, damn," she smiled as she reached for the mink. "Let's get this photography session over," she said slipping her arms inside the sleeves. She sat down on the hearth, the fur draping over her shoulders. Turning, the left side of the fur opened, revealing her breast and cunt.
"Yeah, that's good," Bert said, aware of his hard rod as he moved closer. He squatted, focusing on the pretty lady. "Look at the lens. Make love to the lens," he suggested.
"The lens doesn't have a dick like that," she said reaching for the glass. She turned the rim against her lips as she lowered her head. The pensive green eyes looked directly at the lens.
Bert felt his cock swell even larger. "Yeah, that's it." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Yeah, a little more to the right. Ok." Clic. Clic. "Now, drop the mink back on your shoulders. Yeah. That's good." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Ok, we're getting some good stuff," he commented, trying to keep his mind off the pussy waiting in front. His cockhead jerked excitedly as his fingers clicked off several more photographs.
"Come on, now, they only need one good photograph. And, I figure you've got at least that on the roll. So, let's have some fun," she said as she stood. The mink fell to the floor as she moved closer.
"Yeah, suppose you're right," he said putting the camera aside. "Besides, I Suppose I could always come back in case they didn't take."
"Just what I had in mind," she said as she stopped inches away.
Bert leaned forward, dropping to his knees. He reached for her hips. As he pulled her into position, his fingers slid over her pussy, gently spreading the outside walls. Leaning forward, his tongue traced the outline of her cunt. He curled his tongue, penetrating the inside of her body.
"Huuuummmm, ooohhhhhhh," she purred. Her fingers combed through his hair as his tongue explored her pussy. She spread her legs, feeling the moist member as it washed across the entrance. "Come on, Bert, I'm ready for the main course."
Bert smiled as he got to his feet. His cock was throbbing as the lady's fingers circled the shaft. He gave her a gentle kiss as her hand washed over the crown.
"Spread your legs and we can do it right here," she moaned as their lips met again.
Bert did as requested. His feet moved across the carpet, improving his angle as the hand guided his rod into position.
"Uuuummmmm," she cried out softly as the head and first couple of inches penetrated the sensitive opening. "Aaauuugggghhhhh, it's been so long," she whimpered as the pole pushed inside.
"Need any lotion?" he asked, feeling the walls clamp tightly around his cock.
"No. Just more practice," she groaned as the thick shaft sank deeper. "Huuuuummmmmmmm."
Bert studied the beautiful brunet. He wanted to shove his cock to the hilt. To fuck her with the passion that he knew she wanted. But, he didn't want to hurt her either.
Cindy turned her head from side to side, the long curls falling over her breast.
Bert reached for her nipples. His fingers gently twisted the excited tips between his thumb and forefinger as his cock inched inside her gut.
"Aauuuggghhhhh," she cried. Her teeth dug into her lower lip as the meat forced its way up the snug channel.
"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you real bad," Bert said, his chest rising faster as the outside walls of her cunt clamped tighter around his rod. "Oh, yeah. Let me know you want me to fuck you."
"Oh, I want it. I want it real bad," she purred. "Fuck me, Bert, fuck me," she whimpered. Her fingers guided the last of his cock as it disappeared inside her body.
"Damn, you're tight," he observed. He looked at their bodies. Their pubic hair was meshed together as he gently pulled out a couple of inches, then forced them back up her pussy.
"Ooooohhhhh, huuuuummmmm," she cried out.
Her body quivered as the fingers pulled and twisted her nipples, forcing the tips from her body.
Bert slowly and deliberately removed several inches before guiding them back to the hilt. He studied his pole as it sank effortless between her legs. "Yeah. This is a lot better," he observed.
"Huuuummmmm," Cindy purred as he picked up the pace, thrusting his prick in and out of the opened hole.
"Damn, shit," Bert exclaimed as the pussy clamped even tighter around his prick. He picked up his pace. His body rocked back and forth, forcing his dick to the hilt only to be removed to the head then repeated.
Cindy whimpered her approval as he moved his hands to her breasts. His fingers dug into the soft skin, forcing the nipples higher as he shoved his prick to the base. He ground his hips, opening her cunt before removing a few inches then sinking them inside.
His nose flared as their eyes met. "Yeah, you're doing it to me too," he said as he gently kissed her lips.
"Oooohhhh," she purred. She thrust her hips forward, meeting his in mid stride as he increased the pace.
His hips slapped against hers, forcing his cock to the hilt only to be removed to the head. The pussy started making a smacking sound as he glanced down at his rod. "Must have been in a hurry," he observed, watching his cum-coated prick as it disappeared.
"Like I said, it's been a long time," she shivered as the unrelenting meat split her pussy, thrusting deeper.
"I was holding back," he said, his lips clamped together as the pussy tightened around his cock.
"Take your time. I'm not through yet," she said. Her head rolled from side to side, the hair cascading over her shoulder as the prick was driven home.
"Ooooohhhhhh, shit," Bert moaned. "It's time," he added as the cum shot up from his nuts and into her cunt. "Oooohhhh." His knees quivered as the walls closed tighter, milking his prick as the juice spilled deep inside.
"Uuuummmm, it's getting me there again," she whimpered. "Uuuummmmmmm."
"Ooooooohhhhh," Bert grunted as the ball juice shot from his piss slit, joining her own cum as it coated the inside walls of her cunt. "Ooooooooh-hhhh," he said, watching his shaft as it pushed forward.
"Oooohhh, I was too quick," Cindy cried out. She bit her lower lips again as Bert shoved forward, burying his cock. "Uuuuummmm."
"Oh, damn," he said finally slowing his pace. "Damn, Cindy, you're something else."
"Takes a man like you to bring that side out of me," she said as their lips met.
"Well, before I leave, let me know your birthday. And I'll be damn sure to send you a card, give you a present, flowers, and all that stuff," he smiled as their eyes met.
"And I'll fix dinner. But don't expect any onions and liver," she said, lifting her eyebrow. "Or, better still, you can take me out and we'll come back here for dessert. "
"Now, that sounds like an offer too good to refuse," Bert said as he gently pushed his hips closer. He slowly rocked back, allowing his spent meat to slip effortless between the opened walls of her pussy. It plopped free. She bent down to kiss his nuts a couple of times and clean off the pussy and cock juice with her tongue. Bert almost began to get a hardon again. But since he felt she wasn't interested in another round immediately, he relaxed. She licked his belly and up to his chest where she suck on his tits.
"I guess I'm as sensitive there are you are," he said with a laugh.
"We haven't determined that yet, have we?"
"No, but it might be fun to try."
She shook his cock, and pinched the end to squeeze out the last of his stuff.
"Matter of fact, maybe we can have a little dessert later tonight," she said with a wink.
"As you said, you set aside all evening for this," he commented. "And I don't have any plans."
"Oh, sort of a belated birthday present?"
"Or an early one," he smiled as their lips met.
CHAPTER TWO
Bert walked past the manicured lawn up to Miss. February's apartment. He adjusted the strap on his bag then rang the bell. His wait was short lived as a beautiful dark haired lady opened the door. "Ah, sorry to be late," he started, "but the traffic was murder."
"No problem," she smiled stepping back from the door. "I don't mind waiting for things I like."
"Ah, thanks,! guess" Bert said, his lips parting slightly as a grin made its way across his serious face. He looked back at his hostess, then the living room. "Any favorite place you have in mind?" he asked as he slipped the bag from his shoulder.
"Well, the bedroom always works for me," she smiled as she leaned back against the door frame. Her full breasts were outlined by the snug fitting white lounge dress. The points were pointed and erect. Lazily, she spread her legs, revealing the small patch of pubic hair. "Yeah, the bedroom always works for me."
"Ah, sounds fine," Bert said, swallowing hard. He turned, trying to conceal his growing cock as he opened his bag. "What made you decide to pose for the calendar?" he started, retrieving his legal pad.
"Well, it's like this," she said, pushing the dark curls from her flawless face. "I was overweight, and having a hard time getting dates."
"That's really hard to believe," Bert said, making notes as he interrupted.
"Well, it was true," she continued. "Guys like you wouldn't give me the time of day. So, one day I decided I had to do something about it. But, first I had to get over this baggage I'd been carrying about my father wanting a boy instead of a girl. You know, the name Andi and all," she said.
"Yeah, I sort of thought Andi was an unusual name for a calendar girl," the photographer said, writing as fast as he could.
"So, after a little therapy, I decided I had to start living my life for me. To get rid of some of the baggage. And, when I began, I noticed that I stopped eating as much, that I found time to start jogging, and started spending more money on me," she said, spreading her legs wider.
"Sure seems to be working," Bert said, his eyes catching the outline of her pussy as the lightweight material spread against her legs.
"So, one of the rewards for loosing the weight was to become a calendar girl for some publication. I was just real happy that Bare Essentials picked me for Miss. February, especially since I'd given up the sweets," she smiled as her finger eased over her left nipple.
"I guess one would associate the month with candy," Bert said, feeling the blood rush to his cock. He studied the fingers as they lazily massaged the excited point.
"Well, now about those pictures," she said, dropping her hand to her side and turning to walk down the hallway.
Bert hastily picked up his bag and followed. He shoved the legal pad inside as she opened a door down the corridor. A lump formed in his throat as he studied her firm ass cheeks.
Andi smiled as she glanced at his crotch. "Seems to be working for you too," she observed as she started to unbutton the front of her leisure wear.
"Hell, I'm only human," he replied as he gave up his efforts to conceal his hard pole.
"Happy to hear that," she said as she pushed the door back and walked across the thick pile. She turned, pushing the top half of her garment open.
Bert swallowed again. Her body was light and beautiful. The cleavage gave way to her full breasts. He reached for his camera as she spread the material further, exposing her tits.
"At least I didn't loose any weight here," she said as she eased her fingers under her breasts. She massaged the smooth mounds, allowing her hands to slide over the excited nipples.
"Damn, I can see," he replied. He dropped the bag and nervously removed the lens cap. "There's these pictures I have to get first," he blurted.
"First?" she quizzed. "I like that. And you're just what I needed to make the final conversion from the fat little girl. You know, getting a big hunk like you to fuck my brains out."
"Damn, I can hardly wait," Bert said truthfully as he focused the lens. "Ah, wouldn't happen to have one of those empty heart shaped boxes around her. You know, from the old days. We could use it as a prop."
"Sure, got lots," she said. She walked over to the closet and retrieved one from the shelf. The box was red with a white lace border. "Now, what do you want me to do with this?" she asked as she slid the tip up and down the front of her cunt.
"Just use it as a prop. I'll take care of that," he said, feeling his throat tighten as he studied the small patch of hair. "Got a deal," she said as she unbuttoned the rest of her lounge dress. She pushed the white material back, exposing her pussy. She turned, her face sensuous and serious. Her green eyes looked straight into the lens as her arm with the empty box fell to the side.
"That's great," he said. Click, click, click. "Yeah, move the box around a little."
"Like this," she said, easing the point of the container between her breasts. She ran it up and down the cleavage, causing the dark points on her tits to become even more excited.
"Yeah. That's great," he said, his voice reflecting his excitement as the camera recorded the sensuous play with the red box. "Lucky fuckin' box," he said as he took several more revealing photographs.
"That's should be enough," she said dropping the box. "After all, they just need one good one. And, if these don't work, we can always try it again," she added, pushing the garment from her shoulders.
"That's right," Bert said. He fumbled with the lens cap before shoving it back into his bag. He straightened, studying Andi's pussy as she ran her fingers up and down the opening.
Bert unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He reached for his shoes, quickly removing them with his socks. His pulse raced as her fingers spread her cunt, teasing him as he unfastened his slacks and pushed them and his shorts to the floor. As he straightened, he caught an evil grin on her face as she spotted his cock.
"Damn, I just thought you guys were all talk," she smiled as her finger penetrated the opening.
"I don't talk," he said moving closer to the dark haired beauty. "I just do what comes natural."
"Oh, that's great," she commented as she removed her finger and circled his stiff rod. "Because its been too long since I've been screwed."
"Well, I hope you don't keep this to yourself in the future," Bert said. His hand slid over the front of her pussy. The curly hair felt smooth to his touch as his index finger traced the opening.
"Uuuuummmm," she purred as her hand eased up and down his pole. She examined his cockhead as her fingers slid over the piss slit, spreading the pre-cum across the mushroom-shaped flesh.
"Yeah, I like that," Bert said as their lips met. His tongue slipped inside, finding hers.
Gently, she bit down as the tips met. She increased her grip on his thick pole as his finger penetrated her cunt. "Aaaaagggghhhhh," she moaned as it slipped in deeper.
Bert's pulse quickened as the beauty guided his cockhead towards the snug hole. His lips pressed tighter against hers as he removed his finger, making room for his shaft as the crown pressed forward.
"Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh," she mumbled, feeling the first few inches as they pushed inside, spreading the walls of her pussy.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh."
Their lips broke contact as Bert softly kissed her forehead. "Damn, you're tight," he observed.
"As I said, I've not been getting much practice," she cried out as the cock eased into her gut. "Damn, shit, I've missed this," she groaned as her head turned from side to side, spilling the curls over her shoulders.
"Shit, you're too fuckin' much," Bert gasped as the walls of her pussy clamped around his pole. The friction pulled the skin on his dick as he inched forward.
"Aaagggghhhh," she cried out as the cock sank to the base. "Damn, cowboy, that's some tool you've got there," she smiled as she kissed his shoulder.
"Just came with me," he smiled. He kissed the top of her hair as her fingers teased and pulled his nipples. He moaned as she twisted the excited flesh. "Oooohhhhhh," he started to protest as he removed a couple of inches, then forced them back to the hilt.
"Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh, shit," she purred as his hands explored her body, coming to rest on her nipples.
He pushed her breasts up, cupping them with his fingers as he withdrew several inches before sinking them back deeper.
"Oh, damn," she purred as their eyes met. He kissed the smooth forehead as he toyed with her nipples.
He teased the oversized points as his dick sank effortless inside. He ground his pubic hair against the small patch, feeling the curls as they wrapped around one another. His hips pulled back, then pressed forward, forcing his cock up the moist channel.
"Oooooohhhhhh, uuuuuummmmmmm," she groaned. Her lips parted as her tongue eased back and forth. "Uuuuuummmmmm."
"Yeah, me too," Bert commented as his cock slammed in and out of her cunt. His chest rose faster as his fingers lifted her nipples, pulling the dark flesh from her breasts as his cock pounded her pussy.
"Aaauuughhhhh, fuck me. Fuck me real good," she moaned. Her head twisted from side to side, sending the curls over her shoulder and down her back.
Bert pushed the hair from her breasts, enjoying the oversized mounds as his hands fondled her tits. "Damn, you're too much," he gasped as he rammed his meat home.
"Yoooouuuuuu, toooooooo," she cried out as her insides were stuffed full with cock. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh."
The photographer increased his pace. His prick split the walls of her cunt, pushing deep inside. He kissed her forehead and her hair as she rolled it from side to side. The fingers teased the points of her tits as the unrelenting dick shoved in and out of the opened hole.
"Aaauuuggghhhh," she groaned as her head fell forward, sending curls over her torso.
Bert smiled as he felt the cum coat his cock. He slammed inside, filling her with his prick as his balls pulled against his crotch. "Shit, me toooooooo," he gasped as the pussy closed around his shaft. He pushed forward, burying the spurting flesh as it disappeared between her legs.
"Aaauuuggghhhh, shit," she moaned. Her legs trembled as the prick spread the walls of her pussy, pushing deep inside her gut. "Damn, shit."
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh," Bert grunted. He released her tits and grabbed her hips. He pulled her lithe body closer, forcing his cock to the hilt. He thrust forward, grinding their bodies together as the next wave of cum emptied inside her beautiful form.
"Yeah, fuck me," she suggested. "Get rough. Fuck me real hard."
His nose flared as he removed several cum-coated inches before ramming them back up the abused cavity. His chest rose faster as he stuffed her body with his meat, spilling his load deep inside.
"Aaauuuggghhhhh, shit," she moaned. Her body shivered as her tongue slid to the side of her mouth. Her breasts rose and fell as her pulse quickened. She shoved her hips forward, meeting his in mid stride.
"Yeeeaaahhhhhhh, shit," he gasped as she flexed her legs, creating more friction as he buried his rod.
"Oooohhhh, damn, its been so long," she smiled as the photographer slowed his pace. "Too fuckin' long."
"As I said, shouldn't keep this to yourself," he said as a grin eased across his face. He ground his hips against hers, opening the hole further.
"Like I said, it wasn't because I wanted to," she said, lifting her head as their lips met.
* * *
"Damn," Bert mumbled under his breath as he drove down the private road past the main house. The large three story mansion sat in the middle of neatly manicured acres of flowers and shrubs. He studied the fountains as he continued on the course outlined by the security guard. "Now, why in the hell would someone with all this want to pose in the nude?" he quizzed as his sports car roared under the row of well-placed trees. "That's a question I'd like to know if I was a reader," he added as he spotted the private lake.
He glanced at his camera kit, then back at the water. He searched for the dock, spotting the top part of a mast. "Some day for a boat ride," he mused as he drove over the caliche and past the empty security stand.
He slowly eased off the gas peddle and reached for the brake. "Hell, Bert, this may be out of your league," he thought as he grabbed his gear and reached for the door. His mind was still pondering why anyone from this environment would want to pose for Bare Essence's calendar when his feet hit the ground.
"Hello, I'm over here," a stunning blonde yelled as she waved to the photographer.
Bert swallowed as he caught a glimpse of the tall beauty. Her skin was flawless and tanned. Her straight hair hung over her tee shirt. The breasts were round and full, pressing hard against the white material. As he moved closer, he caught a glimpse of her skimpy bathing suit hugging her cunt. "Hard time finding you," he said as he stopped a few feet away.
"Well, the important thing is that you found me," she smiled. She turned her head, sending the blonde curls cascading down her back. "Looks like you're the type of guy who could find anything he wanted, provided he wanted it bad enough."
"And you look like the type of girl who could buy Bare Essence magazine if she wanted to," he said as he opened his bag and produced his writing pad.
"That's true, if I wanted it bad enough," she smiled as she leaned against the dock.
"Then, why would a beautiful young lady with all of this want to pose for a calendar?" he asked, gesturing with his hand.
"It's a long story, I suppose. Actually," she said looking around the two, "I'm not exactly sure why I decided to do it. I guess it's to make me more approachable to men."
"With all this, and the way you look," he said in amazement as he jotted down her remarks. "It would seem like there'd be lots of guys breaking their necks to be around you."
"Thanks. But it doesn't always work that way," she said turning her head to look out across the lake. "I think the money turns a lot of guys off. You know, not being able to compete with all of this. At least, that's the way its been the past couple of years. And, you can't take your money to bed with you," she said as she shifted her head.
"I knew it couldn't be the money they're paying for this," he said lifting his left eyebrow. "Hell, that couldn't even pay for your tanning oil."
"Now, see, you're sounding like those other guys. Look, what's your name anyway?" she asked, stopping in mid sentence.
"Bert. Bert Howard," he said with a slight grin. "Guess I should have introduced myself earlier."
"Mine's Heather Matthews," she said as a smile eased across her lips. "Anyway, I want a man to want me for what I am. I'm pretty simple when you get to know me. I like the simple things. You know, lounging in bed in the morning, watching the sun set, and sailing when the breeze is right."
"I see. Sounds like a pretty packaged deal to me," the photographer said as he put down the legal pad and reached for his camera. "Look. I figure you girls have already thought about how you wanted to pose for the calendar. So, I guess I'll ask which place works best for you."
"The sailboat," she said glancing at the large open sail as it flapped in the wind. "I thought we could get a few shots as I maneuvered the craft around on the lake."
"Ah, I didn't exactly dress for a boat ride," Bert said glancing down at his sports shirt and slacks.
"Look. We're out here by ourselves. You know, the lake being on private property and all. And, I've given the security people instructions to stay clear of the area while I'm being photographed. So, why don't you just get rid of the clothes," she added as her tongue slid teasingly over her lower lip. "After all, I'm going to be naked."
"Guess that's right," Bert said with a serious expression. He studied the beautiful blonde as she pulled the tee shirt over her head, lifting her bare breasts and oversized nipples. As she lowered her arms, her tits jutted from her lithe body. The flat nipples spread over the perfect mounds. A slight dimple denoted the tips.
"Nice body," Bert said as he removed his shirt and lay it over the dock frame.
"Was going to say the same about yours. At least what I can see," she teased as she pushed the bottom of her bathing suit lower, revealing her cunt.
Bert studied her pussy as he stepped out of his shoes and pushed them aside. Blood rushed to his cock as he bent over, removing his socks. "This is going to feel funny," he said glancing around to make sure the two were alone.
"Funny?" she questioned as she walked over to the ropes holding the hull of the lightweight craft in place. "Now, that's not exactly the word I was looking for."
Bert studied the pretty lady. The breeze shifted her straight hair over her back as she bent over to untie the first rope. Her breasts hung from her chest, bouncing as she straightened before moving to the next tie. He tried to think of something else as he shoved his shorts to the floor, exposing his semi-erect cock. Picking up his camera equipment, he placed it in front as he walked across the wood planks.
"Won't have room for all of that," she commented as he moved closer. "Damn, you do have a nice body. And, damn good looking," she said as her eyes drifted down his nude form. "At least the part I can see."
"Well, I guess you may as well know," Bert said dropping his camera bag. His cock bounced as the strap of his camera slid over his cockhead.
"Now, that's what I like to see," she smiled. Her fingers encased his pole, gently easing her hand up and down its length.
"Ah, perhaps we should get the photographs done first," he said, watching the long fingers as they made their way along the length of his prick. "And, I hope there'll be time for this later," he said glancing around again.
"We're alone," she said as she released his cock. She gently stepped over the hull of the craft and pulled on two metal handles. "I rigged these up so I could lay back and work on my tan while the boat sailed across the lake," she said as she lay back, sending the curls over the hull.
Bert removed the lens cap. He clicked off a couple of quick pictures as she positioned herself. Her breasts spread over her torso. The points were responding to the warm air. The dimples were giving way to excited points.
A grin spread over her face as she looked at the cameraman. "May as well untie that spot over there so we Can shove off."
"Sure thing," Bert said. He quickly untied the knot and eased over the smooth surface. "Any particular place you want me?"
"Damn right," she said as she glanced at his cock. "But I guess you'll just have to sit your pretty ass down on the aft so you can get your pictures."
"Yeah. We've got to keep in mind why we're here, " Bert said as he sat back. He spread his legs, allowing his balls to fall between his thighs as he aimed his camera. The crown of his cock rubbed against the inside of his thigh as he focused for the next shot. Clic. Clic. Clic. "Ok, that's good. That's real good," he said as he clicked off another couple of shots. "Yeah, that's good background," he said as he got two more with the large mansion in the background. "Damn, this is something."
"Sure is," Heather said as she lifted her head. "Why don't you ease down here and take over the controls while I move down there."
"I couldn't take the photographs with those," he observed as he replaced the lens cap.
"I think you've already taken enough pictures for one day," she said. "Now, move that gorgeous ass down here and take over."
Bert eased over the sailboat, keeping his camera high in the air.
"Here, let's secure it to the mast," Heather said as she took the camera from his hand. She tied the strap over the lower frame, keeping it a couple of feet from the deck.
"Thanks," Bert said as he stretched his muscular form over the boat. He quickly secured the two handles, regaining control over the sail.
"Now, doesn't that feel good?" she asked as her eyes viewed his nude form against the white surface.
"Yeah, sure does," he smiled as he watched the sail respond to his hand movements. "Damn, this is some invention," he said as the craft shifted away from the house.
The two enjoyed the sun and summer breeze as the sailboat slid effortless across the private lake. The sail popped and snapped as Bert gained experience maneuvering the riggings.
"You're doing great," Heather said as she started over the deck.
"Thanks. Nothing to it," Bert said looking between his legs as the blonde made her way across on her hands and knees. Her full breasts swung between her arms, the nipples spread temptingly over the smooth surface.
"Now, since we've got the work out of the way," she said pulling her hair from her face. Her fingers circled the base of his growing cock.
"Yeah. We did do that," he said, his voice excited as her tongue found his piss slit. "Huuuuummmmm," he moaned as she spread her lips, sucking the crown inside.
Her tongue explored his cock as it eased deeper. She closed her lips, creating friction as she sucked. Saliva dribbled down the side as she bobbled up and down on his meat. "Uuuuummmmmmm, " she purred as her fingers circled his balls. She pulled and lifted the sac as her lips washed over the crow. Her head rolled from side to side, with the cockhead slipping in and out of her mouth.
"Damn, I like that," he said as the blonde lunged forward, taking his cock deeper. "Oooooohhhhhhh, yeah."
Lifting her head, their eyes met as her tongue lapped over the piss slit. "I like your dick," she said as she penetrated the opening.
"But I'm having all the fun," Bert said, looking past her tits at her cunt.
"Perhaps. But this is one girl that likes to suck a big dick. And you've got one of the biggest," she said as she turned her attention to his cock. She nibbled down the base, licking the thick vein as she made her way to his balls. She lifted the hairy sac, gently sucking his nuts into her mouth.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh," Bert said, squirming against the deck as her tongue pushed his balls against the roof of her mouth. "That's a little rough," he observed.
She released his nuts and moved back to the crown. Her tongue swirled around the mushroom-shaped surface, spending extra time where it joined the shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh, damn," Bert cried out as the experienced cock sucker worked his shaft over. He grabbed the handles on the lead wires as the beauty sucked his pole. "Ooooohhhhhhh. "
Her tongue washed over the cockhead as she released all but the crown before taking it deeper. Her lips spread, accepting the oversized dick as she forced her head lower. "Uuuuuummmmmmm, " she purred as the cock penetrated her throat.
"Shit," Bert said as the sailboat shifted, leaning to the side as they raced across the lake. He studied her tits as they swung between her arms. He tried to figure out what to do with the handles. He looked around, trying to locate a hook as the blonde sucked his cock deeper. "Oooooohhhhhh, " he groaned as her fingers circled the base of his cock. The fingers began to jack off his cock as the greedy mouth devoured the first few inches.
"Uuuuummmmm," she moaned as she released his nuts and ran her hand over her body. She pinched and toyed with her big nipples before working her way lower. Her finger traced the outline of her pussy, gently forcing a finger inside the slit.
"Damn, I'd rather be doing that with my dick," Bert gasped as the lips closed tighter around his cock. "Oooooohhhhh, damn.
Her finger was joined by another as she thrust them between the walls of her pussy. Her head bobbled up and down the length of his saliva-coated meat as the hand made love to her cunt.
"Lucky hand," Bert said trying to ease off the handles to reach for her tit. As he did, the sailboat listed to the side, forcing him to grab the handle and straighten out the hull.
The blonde smiled as her mouth raced down his pole. Her lips gave his dick a thorough workout as the fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. She moaned as a third member joined the other two.
"Sure stretching a good thing," he observed as she withdrew to his crown before pushing forward.
The boat raced across the middle of the lake as she sucked his cock. Her lips spread, taking even more of his dick as the fingers were guided inside her body.
"Oooooohhhhh, shit. I'm gettin' there," Bert cried out as his balls pulled against his crotch. "Oooooohhhhhh. "
Heather jacked off the base of his meat faster, waiting for the payoff. Her fingers picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her pussy.
"Get ready," he said, his ass squirming against the slick surface as the juice shot up his pole and into her mouth. "Oooooohhhhhh, shit," he said. His legs quivered as the lips closed around his crown, sucking the cum down her throat. He looked down at her hand, taking note of the sticky substance that coated the three fingers. "Yooouuuu tooooooo," he gasped as the mouth sucked his spurting dick inside.
She lifted her face, their eyes meeting as she swallowed his cum. Her expression was sensuous as the blood rushed to her face.
"Yeah, me too," Bert said looking at her tits, then at his cum-coated dick as it slipped effortless between her lips.
Closing her mouth tighter, she removed the cum from the shaft as she made her way lower. The talented tongue lapped against the rod, tasting the bitter-sweet taste of his prick juice.
"Shit, you're too much," Bert said, relaxing back on the deck as she continued to suck his spent prick. He glanced down at her hand. The fingers had slowed. They now lazily penetrated her pussy as she licked his piss slit.
"Feels like you got it all," Bert said, looking up at the clouds overhead. "Damn, I can't believe this."
"Believe it," Heather said allowing his dick to slip from her mouth. "Damn, it was great for me too," she said, laying her head on his thigh.
"I'm just sorry your hand got that action," he said looking down at her cum-smeared pussy. "Perhaps next time."
"I'd like that," she smiled, gently kissing his cock. "I'd like that a lot."
CHAPTER THREE
"Is the publisher in?" Bert inquired as he stopped in front of the blonde receptionist. "I've got some photographs I wanted her to review on the first three months of the calendar."
"She's been expecting you," she said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Why don't you just go on in."
Bert turned and headed down the hallway. He cleared his throat before opening the door. "I've got some photos and text I'd like you to review before I do any more," he said as he entered the office.
The publisher looked up from her desk. "Good. After all, I'd like to see some of your work before you do all twelve girls. And, you are doing all of the girls aren't you?"
"As you requested," he said aware of the eyes shifting to his crotch. "And, there's no virgins to date."
"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now, about those pictures and stories," she started as she opened the envelope. "Hum. These look pretty good. Yeah. They'll do just fine," she said as the photographs of the first three girls spilled over her desk. "Yeah. It's first class work."
"Thanks," he said as he glanced around the office. "What kinda deadline are we shooting for?"
"The faster you can get them, the more time we'll have to get the calendar into production and on the shelf. And, the more time on the shelf, usually the better the sales," she said as their eyes met. "Why? Are these ladies too much for you? Do you need a break?"
"Nah. Just wanted to know how much longer the job lasted," he said shifting to his other foot.
"Well, it initially was just for the calendar," she said as she examined Miss. March. "But, after seeing your work, I think we might be able to find something around here for you after this assignment."
"Great. That's just great," Bert replied. "Well, I'd better hit the road. Miss. April has set aside a couple of hours this afternoon for the photo session. And, I've got to swing by the photo lab for a couple of more rolls of film."
"Anything you need," Janet said as she restacked the photographs. "Just keep up the good work."
Bert smiled as he swung around to leave. He felt a rush through his body. Working at Bare Essential after the current assignment was more than he'd hoped for. He whistled softly to himself as he exited the office and walked down the hallway. He gave the receptionist a wink and made his way for the door.
His time in the photo lab had been brief. He'd picked up the film and was soon behind the wheel roaring up the expressway to Miss. April's condominium. "Damn, what a job Bert my friend," he congratulated himself as he slowed down to check the addresses. "Let's see, ok, that's 1406 over there." He eased down on the brake and guided his car into her driveway.
Reaching over, he retrieved his bag. He shoved the legal pad inside and counted to three before stepping out on the pavement. "Nine more to go Bert," he said tucking the back of his shirt inside his slacks.
He started to reach for the buzzer when a dark haired beauty opened the door. "Ah, hello," he said, surprised by the move. "I'm Bert Howard and I'm looking for a Miss. Blake Edwards."
"That's me. I've been expecting you," she said, her dark sensuous eyes meeting his. "It's just that I'm pretty nervous over this whole thing," she added stepping back from the entrance.
"I suppose I'd feel the same way if I was going to be posing for a calendar that thousands, maybe even millions, would be seeing," he said walking past the lady. "But, I think it would also be a charge," he added, making sure that his remarks didn't change her mind.
"A charge?" she questioned. "Hell, I've been as nervous as a two bit whore in a four bit whorehouse," she said wringing her hands together. "Hell, I've never done anything like this before."
"You know, they don't want any virgins in the calendar," Bert said, keeping his bag in his hand.
"Oh, shit. I haven't been a virgin in years," she said as a grin eased across her tanned face. "It's just that, you know, posing for a major calendar is different. And, no matter how much you think about it, actually doing it is another thing."
"I suppose you're right," Bert said sitting his gear in a chair. He unzipped the front and reached for a pad. "Which brings me to the question, why did you agree to pose for the calendar?"
"For the money. I'm in community college getting a degree in nursing, and I could really use the money," she said, her dark eyes darting nervously from side to side.
"Would think that someone needing the money wouldn't be living in a condo," he said as he started to record her comments.
"Oh, this," she smiled. "It belongs to a friend of mine."
"Suppose a male friend?"
"Sure. But he's out of town this weekend. He didn't want to be here when I posed for the pictures. Perhaps that's why I'm so nervous. If he'd been more understanding, maybe I would have been more relaxed," she said, wringing her hands tighter.
"Well, let's get the pictures and I'll get my ass out of here," Bert said reaching for his camera.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's not that there's anything real serious between us. It's just that I can't stand it when I upset people," she blurted. "I'm the kind that would rather hurt myself than anyone else."
"That's admirable," Bert said lifting his face. "But, not very honest. After all, you'll eventually resent doing things that aren't in your interest too. "
"Perhaps. I just don't know," she said turning to a hallway.
"Well, look, let's get some shots. I think I've got enough here for a short story," he said as he picked up the camera.
"Won't say anything about my friend will you?" she asked, her expression becoming serious.
"I really don't think our buyers and readers would be as interested in you and your picture if they thought you weren't available," he replied. "Now, about those photographs."
"Where do you want to do them?" she asked, suddenly aware that it was time for the photographs.
"How about the shower."
"The shower?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"Yeah. Perhaps it's corny, but you are Miss. April. And, I just think of April showers," he said as a grin eased over his face.
"Sure. Sounds fine," she agreed as she stepped back and headed down the hallway. She stopped at the bedroom door. "Do I need to put any more makeup on?"
"No. You look fine," Bert replied truthfully. "The readers probably won't be looking at your face that much anyway."
The young lady began to undress, carefully folding her clothes and putting them on the bed. Her hair was thick and curly. Her face was flushed as she unfastened her bra and placed it on the stack. Small pointed nipples dotted her full breasts. Her lips parted slightly as she glanced at the photographer then pushed her panties past her hips and down her leg. Bert checked the tension on his roll of film as he examined her pussy. The dark hair curled around the top, drawing attention to the opening below. "You look great," he admitted as he removed the lens cap.
"Thanks," she said with a glint in her eye. She smiled nervously as she walked into the bathroom. "You just want me to stand in the slower, or do you want me to run a bar of soap over my body?"
"I think just allowing the water to cascade over your body would provide the setting I'm looking for," Bert said, adjusting his camera strap as he watched the dark beauty step into the sunken tub.
Blake picked up a shower nozzle and turned the knob, sending the clear beads over her breasts. The cold water made her dark nipples contract, causing the points to jut from the full mounds.
"Yeah. That's what I want," Bert said. Clic. Clic. Clic. "Yeah, turn around. Ok, that's good." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Maybe a little over the hair. Yeah. That's good. That's real good," he said, making sure to get a silhouette of her statuesque form as she moved teasingly under the water.
Blake smiled at the photographer. "You know, this isn't as hard as I thought."
"Didn't think it would be once we actually started," he said, aware that something else was hard below. He tried to keep his mind on business as his camera recorded another couple of poses. "Yeah, you're a natural."
"Thanks," she said, her eyes darting down to his crotch. "Do you ever spend any time with the girls?"
"Yeah. If that's what they want," he admitted as he placed the cap back on the lens. "But, it would have to be because they wanted it and not just to please me."
"Well, it hasn't been going too well with my boyfriend. I think it might be me. But, maybe if I were with someone else, it might prove if it were me, or him," she said leaning over to turn off the water. As she did, her breasts hung from her torso. The full forms jiggled as she tightened the knobs.
"Hell, I'm game," he said sitting down his camera. He sat on the toilet seat and quickly discarded his shoes and socks. He studied her flawless form as she stepped from the tub.
She picked up a towel and ran it over her body as he undressed. A smile eased across her face as she caught a glimpse of his cock. "Got a nice body yourself."
"Thanks," he said as he stood. His prick jutted from his hips. The crown brushed against her hand as she slid the towel over her thighs. "Perhaps another shower?"
"Sure. Anything you want," she said stepping back into the tile basin.
"It's got to be something you want too," he said, pausing before he followed.
"It's what I want," she said, reaching back for his cock and leading him into the sunken tub. She released her hold then turned to the shower spray, shifting the head towards the back of the tub. "Need to adjust the temperature," she explained as she adjusted the knobs to her right.
"Anything you say," Bert said as his hands slid up and down her legs. The skin felt silky to the touch as the tip of his fingers touched her cunt. A smile eased over his face as a fingertip found its way inside.
"Hum. You're ready," she said turning to her guest. "Well, then let's do it."
"Just what I was going to suggest," Bert said, their eyes meeting as he started, to move closer.
"Let's lay down and feel the water spray over our bodies while we make love," Blake suggested as she shifted in the tub. She rolled a towel behind her v head as she stretched across the ceramic floor.
"Sure, anything you say," he said. He moved close to her, feeling the gentle spray as it cascaded over his back and down his side. "Anything you say," he added as their lips met.
Blake moaned her approval as her tongue found his. The tips brushed against one another's as her finger circled his cock.
Bert groaned. His hands cupped her breast. He toyed with the small erect nipple. The tips of his fingers moved back and forth over the excited point, causing the blood to rush to her tit.
"Huuuuummmmm," she purred as he shifted over her body.
Bert felt the water on his back and ass. He lifted his frame, allowing the dark-haired beauty to guide his cock into place. He bent over, giving her a kiss as his cockhead found the opening.
"Ooooohhhhhh, aaauuuuggghhhhhh," she whimpered as the shaft began to sink into the tight slit. Her fingers circled the pole, guiding it as it penetrated her pussy.
"Easy," Bert coached as the walls of her cunt clung to his dick. He felt the skin pulling back as he eased inside.
"Look, you shove something like this up your ass and we'll see how easy you take it," she said as her head rolled to the side.
"This should feel natural to you," Bert gasped as the lining hung to his rod. He kissed her closed eyelids, studying her pained expression as his dick slipped inside.
"Oooohhhhhhh, shit," she cried out. Her hips buckled as his pubic hair brushed against hers. "You're so damn big."
"Shouldn't make that much difference," Bert said kissing her nose. "Damn, I can't believe this is happening. Damn, your pussy is clamping around my dick, then letting go. I've heard of girls like you," he said.
"Girls like me?"
"Yeah. You know, snappers. Shit, this is great," he said kissing her cheeks. He lay on top of her, feeling her cunt as her insides contracted, then relaxed. Each contraction sent a rush through his body. His nuts fell between her legs as she spread her thighs.
"Oooohhhhh, damn," she cried out. She bit down on her lower lip as Bert slowly removed a couple of inches before thrusting them forward. "Aaauuuuggghhhhh," she said, lifting her head from the tub.
"Sorry," he said kissing her lips. "But I've heard that you can't get off if you're a snapper."
"Never have yet. That's the problem I was telling you about," she said as her lips parted, accepting his tongue as it penetrated her body. She ground her hips against the tile as the photographer withdrew several inches, then drove them home.
Her body squirmed under his as he picked up the pace. His dick rammed in and out of her tight pussy, stretching the walls as he went. He removed all but the crown before guiding his shaft to the base. He ground his hips against hers, uniting the pubic hairs. "Oooooohhhh, damn," he said dropping his head to the side as his body fell against hers.
"Aaauuuggghhhhh," she cried out. Her teeth bit her lower lip as he penetrated her body over and over again. A tear eased down the side of her face as the unrelenting rod drove in and out of the abused hole.
Bert fucked her long and hard. Whenever he'd get close, he'd look to the side and think of something else. The friction against his shaft was burning his skin, but he was determined to try his best to get her off as his hips shoved forward.
Blake moaned and groaned. Her body bounced and squirmed across the wet surface as his masculine form fell on top, sending his oversized rod deep inside her gut. She looked past her breasts, watching the wide shaft as it penetrated her opening, again and again.
Bert put his hands by her side as he slammed his cock in and out. Her insides were rubbing his meat raw as he shoved deeper. "Oooohhhh, shit," he said, lifting his head as the cum raced up his shaft and into her waiting body. "Damn, I tried to hold back," he said, their eyes meeting as the liquid spilled into her gut.
"Go ahead, fill me with cum," she moaned as her head rolled from side to side. The damp curls hung to her breasts as he pulled back, then thrust forward burying his dick. "Yeah. Fill me with your semen."
"That's what I'm doing. Oooooohhhhhh, damn," he said, biting his lip. "Damn, I can feel it all the way down to my toes," he grunted as his hips slammed against hers.
"Oooooohhhh, shit," she cried out as his body jerked and trembled, filling her insides with his ball juice. "Ooohhhh, it's coating my insides."
Bert slowed his pace, hoping the cum-coated dick might bring her closer to a climax. He kissed her gently as his cock slipped effortless between her legs.
"Damn, I'm close," she gasped. Her body withered across the tile as the unrelenting prick hit home deep inside. "Ooooohhhhh, shit. Damn, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed as her juice mingled with his. "Aaauuuggghhhhhh."
"I knew you could," he grinned as his lips brushed against hers. He pushed inside, forcing his hips against hers. "Oh, shit."
"Aaaauuggghhhhhhhh," she gasped, her eyes darted from side to side as blood rushed to her face. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh. "
Bert slowed his pace. Her cum felt soothing to his raw meat as he split her pussy, forcing his meat deeper. He relaxed, then withdrew all but the head before easing back to the hilt.
"Ooooooohhhhh, damn. I didn't think it was possible," Blake said, biting his shoulder as his hips came to rest against hers.
"Anything is possible, if you try hard enough," Bert said, squeezing her breasts as he rocked to and fro. "Especially if you're doing it because you want to and not just because someone else wants you to. "
"I'll remember that," she said, as a smile flashed across her face. "Now, isn't this the time you're supposed to ask for a cigarette?"
"That's only if you smoke, " Bert said, a grin easing over his face as he kissed her forehead. "Do you?"
"No. Just thought it might be appropriate," she said, pushing her hips up from the tub.
"Now you're catching on," Bert said, his fingers teasing the excited nipples.
* * *
Bert studied the rows of flowers surrounding the modest frame home as he walked up the sidewalk. The white house was trimmed in green. The oversized trees cast a shadow across the small porch and part of the walkway. He stopped in front of the door and knocked. He waited a couple of minutes, then knocked again.
"Hello. Anyone home?" he inquired.
"Oh, I'm sorry," a gorgeous brunet answered from around the side of the house. "I was working in my flower beds."
"Flower beds? And Miss. May," Bert mumbled to himself as the stately figure moved closer. "That Janet sure has this thing about com."
"Com?"
"Yeah. Like the fact that you're Miss. May and you like flowers," he explained as he examined the full form. Her skin was beautifully tanned. The thick dark curls framed her face and cascaded down her back. Round breasts stretched the white knit shirt as she walked.
"If you think that's com, wait until you hear my real name," she said as a smile eased across her flawless face. "My real name is Daisy."
"Hum," Bert grinned, "and how does someone get named after a flower?"
"Well, it's part of the reason I wanted to pose for Bare Essence and their calendar," she said as her brown eyes looked deep into his blue ones. "I'm originally from Arkansas. You know, the Ozarks," she started as she pushed the door open. "And, so when men hear the name Daisy and the fact that I'm from Arkansas, it just makes them think I'm some backwoods broad that doesn't know anything. As a result, I seem to attract the less intelligent type of dates."
"Ok. I'll buy that," Bert said, shifting his bag in his arms as he retrieved his pad. "But, anyone who got a look at you probably wouldn't care where you were from."
"Thanks. That's real nice," she said leading the way inside. The skimpy running shorts split at the hips, exposing the lower part of her ass. The hair shifted across her back as she made her way over to a chair. She turned back to her host, almost as though she'd forgotten him, "would you like a drink or something? I've got plenty of juice, cokes, tea, things like that."
"Thanks. But I think I'll wait until later," he replied as he put his bag on the floor and made a few notes. "So, you hope this calendar photograph will help the more intelligent viewers get a chance to know you?"
"I'm not so sure those type of people buy calendars like this," she said with a sparkle in her eye. "But if one does, I want him to give me a second look. Maybe I could even meet someone through the fan mail. It's worth a shot."
"I still can't imagine you having a hard time getting dates," he mused as he jotted down her remarks.
"Oh, I get plenty of dates. That's never been a problem. The problem is that I don't get the type of dates that stimulate my mind. All they think about is getting me into bed," she said, lifting her left eyebrow.
"I see," Bert said, aware of his own interests in that area as he wrote faster. "And that's not what you're after?"
"Oh, I enjoy sex. It's natural, you know. It's just that I want to be thought of as more than a pretty face and a good lay," she said, nervously twisting her hair around her finger.
"Well, I think I've got enough notes here for the usual short story," Bert said putting his notepad back in the bag and reaching for his camera. "Now, I guess it's time for the pictures."
"Should we just do them here in the living room?"
"I'd like to find a place more natural," Bert said examining the contents of the room. "It's too bad you don't have a place where you could pose with your flowers."
"I do. In the back yard," she said getting to her feet. "There's a privacy fence around the back so I can sunbathe in the raw when I want to," she added as she turned and walked through the kitchen.
Bert followed with his camera in hand. He quickly glanced around the kitchen, taking note of the clean and orderly way it was arranged. "Yeah, she's some package," he mumbled to himself as he examined the settings on his camera.
"I'll turn the sprinkler off," she said stopping on the steps.
"Why don't you leave it on. It might provide a more natural look to the photograph," he said surveying the neatly trimmed yard. "Yeah. There's lots of flowers here."
Daisy stepped on a rock path leading to the flower beds. She quickly pulled the knit shirt over her head, revealing her firm tits. Flat nipples spread over the tips. The points were erect and excited. She tossed the shirt back playfully at Bert before shoving her jogging shorts to the ground.
Bert studied her form. The breasts bounced as she straightened. Her body was fully tanned with the exception of a small white area of skin over her pussy and along her hips. A patch of dark brown hair covered her cunt. Her body was lean and firm. Bert smiled to himself as she tip toed over the grass and sat down in front of the flowers.
"Ok, I'm ready I guess," she said stretching her legs and leaning back. The hair fell from her shoulders. The tits jutted from her torso. She raised her back leg, giving the photographer a clear view of her pussy as he moved into position.
"Yeah. That's great," he said pushing the lens cap into his pocket. "Yeah. Real great." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Ok, how about a little smile. Great? Just great." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Now, pick one of the flowers and hold it in your hand. Yeah. That one. Great." Clic. Clic. Clic.
She teased the journalist with the flower, running the stem between her breasts and over her pussy. Her view shifted from the lens to his crotch. "Hum. Seem to be thinking about more than the photographs," she smiled as she tossed the flower at Bert.
"Hell. It's be difficult not to," he said as he dropped the camera to his side. "Well, I think we've got enough pictures for one setting," he said reaching for his lens cap and replacing it on his camera.
"Look. Why don't you pull that sprinkler closer and join me," she said as her hand slid over her breast and across her stomach. "It's the least I could do after you drove all the way over here."
"Yeah. The very least," Bert said putting his equipment on the steps before walking over and pulling the hose. She let out a gasp as the cool water began to cascade over the body. The beads of water ran over her breasts, dripping from the excited nipples and over her thighs.
"Well, hurry up. It feels great," she said tossing her hair to the side.
Bert quickly removed his shirt, then his shoes and socks. He glanced around the yard, then shoved his pants and shorts to the ground. A breeze blew across his cock as he walked towards the beautiful woman.
"Damn. You're pretty nice yourself," she said, her view shifting to his cock. "Yeah. Real damn nice." Bert let out a couple of yelps as the cold water hit his body. He slowed, adjusting to the sprays as he got closer. "Damn, that's pretty cold," he said.
"You get used to it," she said. She reached up, circling his swollen rod as he stopped in front. Her fingers slid up and down the length. "Some nice dick you've got here," she said as her finger flicked over the piss slit.
"Thanks," he said as their eyes met.
Daisy shifted on the ground, slowly making her way to her knees as the fingers worked down to his pubic hair. She aimed the cockhead at her mouth as her tongue slid across the tiny opening.
"Huuuuummmm," Bert moaned as she spread her lips, sucking the first couple of inches inside. He felt the tip of her tongue trace the thick vein as his cock began to disappear inside. "Ooooooohhhhhh, yeah."
Her fingers circled the base as her lips made there way further down the shaft. Her free hand explored his body, making its way up the inside of his leg.
The talented mouth greedily consumed his flesh, sucking it in and out as the water cascaded over his ass. He flinched as a finger penetrated his butthole. "Ooouuuuccchhh," he said without making any efforts to stop her movements.
Daisy shifted her head, exchanging looks with the photographer as his cock slipped effortless in and out of her mouth. She turned her finger, opening up his asshole as she released all put the cockhead before taking it back inside.
Bert tried to relax, accepting the intruder up his ass as her lips made their way up and down his rod. He smiled as the finger began to keep stride with her lips. Daisy would suck his cock in deep as the finger was shoved up his ass. Stars shots before him as she found his prostate. "Ooooooohhhhhhhh, shit," he cried out as their eyes met. "Damn, that was different."
Smiling, the pretty lady released his cock and removed her finger, before sucking the shaft back to the hilt as the finger slid effortless up his ass.
Bert reached back, spreading his ass cheeks as the intruder was shoved to the hilt, hitting the magic gland again. "Damn, this is great," he moaned, feeling the blood rush through his body.
The finger began to push deeper, forcing his hips forward and his cock down her throat. She swab lowed, keeping the pole lodged between her lips before easing back to the area where the crown joined the shaft.
"Huuuuummmmmmmm, " he groaned, releasing his ass as he studied the beautiful woman giving his cock a thorough workout. "This is great, but I really want to fuck you," he said easing his hips forward and her body back.
Her finger slipped from his ass as he pulled his cock free. "Some equipment you've got there," she smiled as he moved across her body.
"Some equipment you've got there," he said gently squeezing her tit as their lips met. He felt the water cascade over his ass as he shifted, lower. His tongue swirled around her nipple, sucking the excited point between his teeth.
Moaning, Daisy spread her legs, waiting for the big dick that she knew would soon be filling her insides. She gasped as Bert bit down on her nipple, pulling the sensitive skin from her breast. "Easy," she cautioned.
Bert smiled, their eyes meeting as his tongue flickered back and forth across the excited point.
He watched her beautiful face as her tongue slid over her lips. Shifting, he moved up over her body, feeling the breasts as they flattened against his chest. "You're some special lady," he said as their lips met.
"Thanks. You're some special gentleman," she said as she felt the blunt head of his cock push against her cunt. She spread her legs, wrapping them around his as the rod penetrated her body. "Oooooooohhhhhh, aaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhh, " she cried out softly as the oversized pole inched deeper.
"Relax. You're clamping," he observed as the water cascaded over his ass and balls. He felt his nuts shrivel under the cool drops as he guided his dick up the tight channel.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh," Daisy moaned, grinding her hips against his as they came to rest, his cock buried deep inside. "Oooohhhh, this is great," she whimpered.
"Sure the hell is," Bert said withdrawing a couple of inches before thrusting them deeper.
"Uuuummmmm," she gasped as their eyes met. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she cried.
He pulled out several inches, then relaxed, allowing his hips to push against hers as the cock disappeared. He repeated the motion, only faster and more deliberate this time as his cockhead explored her insides.
"Ooooohhhh, yeah," she groaned. Her body slid across the wet grass as his body slammed against hers, sending the blood rushing to her head. "Ooooooohhhhhhh. "
Bert looked at her breasts as he lifted his chest. He studied the firm tits as they bounced under each assault. The points were excited. Past the cleavage, he could see his oversized rod as it disappeared between her legs. His dick filled her insides, stuffing her with meat as he ground his hips against hers.
Her hands eased over his massive forearms. She lifted her head, taking note of the prick as it penetrated her opening again and again. "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh, aaaaaaggggghhhhhh."
The water cascaded over their bodies as Bert shoved his cock in and out of her cunt. The pubic hairs mingled briefly before his hips pulled back, bringing his cock with it, only to be shoved back to the hilt.
Her hands squeezed his arms as they made their way over his broad shoulders. The fingers rubbed his neck and then his chin as their eyes met. He kissed her thumbs as they penetrated the side of his mouth. "You're so damn good looking," she gasped as he fell forward, burying his prick.
"So are you," he smiled as she removed her thumbs. The fingers pushed his hair from his face. He felt the gentle tips as they traced the outline of his nose as his unrelenting cock filled her body. She eased her fingers over his chest, stopping at his nipples. She teased the excited flesh, pulling and twisting the tits from his chest.
"Ooouuuccchhh," he started to protest as the fingers squeezed his nipples tighter.
"That's what you said about a finger up your ass," she smiled, "but you came around."
Bert smiled, thinking of his ass as the water cascaded over the sensitive area that had been penetrated by her finger. He looked at his chest, studying the fingers as they tugged and pulled on his nipples.
"Oooohhhhhhh, aaaauuugggghhhh," she cried out softly, her head rolling from side to side.
Bert knew the feeling as his balls pulled even tighter, forcing his prick juice from inside. He moaned as his rod stuffed her body, forcing the first of his load deeper.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmm, damn," she gasped as his cum mingled with her own. She released his nipples, sliding her hand over her stomach and to her pussy. She spread her fingers, gripping his cock as it slammed to the base.
He felt the joints closing around his meat, milking it as it was guided in and out, filling her insides. "Sssshhiiiitttt," he moaned, lifting his head as the fingers closed tighter.
Trembling, Daisy ran her other hand over her breasts. She pinched and pulled on her nipples as the shaft stuffed her insides, forcing the ball juice into her gut. "Uuuuuuuuummmmmmm."
Bert slowed his pace as the last precious drops spilled from his cockhead. He glanced down at the fingers that encased his meat, milking the cream back inside her pussy. The cum coated their pubic hair as it mingled briefly before he removed several inches.
"Oooohhhhh, a couple of more thrusts. Oooooh-hhhhhh, yeah," she cried as the swollen pole rammed inside then withdrew. Her body bounced as he fell forward again. And again.
"Damn, you're some package," he said as she closed her legs, creating more friction around his pole as he buried it to. the hilt. "Some damn package," he added as a grin eased across his serious face.
"And you've got a damn big dick," she smiled as her lips brushed across his.
"A complaint?"
"Only if you don't come by from time to time and fill my pussy with it," she said, her brown eyes suddenly serious. "This is not just a one time deal, is it?"
"It won't be for me if it's not for you," he said, their eyes meeting.
"It won't be for me," she said lifting her head as their lips met. .
The water cascaded over their bodies as they clung closely together, each afraid to release the other, afraid that the wonderful afternoon might come to an end.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bert stopped off at his favorite watering hole for a couple of beers before going to his next photography session. Having so many beautiful ladies available to him was enjoyable, but he was also finding it difficult to accept that he had not established any serious relationships. He wanted to be more than a good-looking guy with a big dick. In a way, he was beginning to feel as exploited as the ladies he photographed.
"Hell, we do it for the money," he said to himself as he tossed a few dollars on the table and made his way to the door. The bright afternoon sun was partially blocked by the skyscrapers surrounding the quaint pub. He reached for his sunglasses and walked to the parking garage. A grin eased over his lips as he opened the door and slid across the hot leather. "Shit, Bert, most guys would kill to be paid for what you're doing," he said as he shoved the key into the ignition.
He eased back into traffic and towards his next assignment. He'd read the brief note Alaine Adams had sent Bare Essence magazine. He knew there had to be something in the note or the snapshot that singled her out for Miss. June. As he glanced down the neatly scribbled note, he we surprised how open the lady was about posing for the calendar. From the few words, the woman appeared to be anything but a blushing bride. He was still examining the note for a clue when he pulled up into another parking lot.
He found a space on the tenth floor and headed towards the garage entrance. Inside, he waited for his eyes to adjust. He felt the thick pile under his feet as he looked at the expensive furnishings. "Hum. Now, this doesn't look like the place where a young bride would be living," he said as he walked down the hallway. He made a couple of turns down the corridors before locating Alaine's apartment.
He rang the bell and waited.
A black haired lady opened the door. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. The curls hung close to her head as a smile flashed across her face. "Well, hello," she said as her dark eyes met his. "Now, if this isn't a pleasant surprise," she said stepping back from the door. "And, you're punctual as well as being handsome."
Bert smiled as he walked past. "You are Alaine Adams?" he asked.
"See anyone else in here honey?"
"Nah. Just wanted to be sure before I asked you to take your clothes off," he teased, feeling the beers. He watched the lady as she moved across the room and disappeared behind a door. She returned shortly with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Just wanted to make this as enjoyable as possible for both of us," she said, "especially after getting a look at you." As she walked, her long legs split the lounge robe. A button over, her cunt kept the lightweight material from revealing her pussy as she sat across from the journalist. She filled the glasses and handed one to Bert.
"Thanks," he said accepting the wine before retrieving his note pad. "Now, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions," he started.
"You can ask me anything you like, honey," she said as she lifted the glass to her lips. "Anything at all."
"Well, I'm curious."
"Curious?"
"Yeah. Like why Janet picked you for Miss. June. After all, the other ladies have tied in pretty much with their month. But, I just can't picture you as a blushing bride," he said.
"Blushing anything," she interrupted. "Hell, I've been a bride so many times I'd be thrown out of church if I tried to wear white to the next one," she said, her dark eyes flashing. "Hell, I've been around the block so many times I could tell you if there was a new blade of grass growing on someone's sidewalk."
"Guess not much grass grows on yours," he said, writing a few notes.
"Hell, no," she said lifting her glass. "Look, I went for the marriage routine. The first time I was the blushing bride. I thought I'd filled the role of wife and all that stuff. But, hell, I hadn't been married for more than a couple of years before I found the bastard cheating on me. I divorced his ass. After all, if there's any cheating going on, I'm going to be the one doing it."
"I see," Bert said taking a sip of the dry wine. "But you did marry again?"
"And again. And again," she said, her face becoming serious. "Hell, you'd think I'd learn. But, I also found a girl gets more than diamonds after she divorces a rich bastard. And, I did. Now, I'm not even thinking of tying the knot. Or, at least not with marriage," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"Well, love has a way of making us do pretty dumb things from time to time," Bert said, jotting down a few more remarks.
"Love, hell. I was in it for the lust. I wanted a man to myself. Someone that would be there when I wanted to have my brains screwed out," she said refilling her glass. "And, I didn't get it. Hell, I spent more time with my toys than I did with my husbands."
"Toys?"
"Sure, you know, those vibrators and dildos. Things like that."
"Oh, I see," he said. "Sure seems to be wasting a good thing by reverting to those toys."
"At least they were always ready, and always hard," she said as her tongue eased around the rim of the glass. "That's more than I can say about some of those bastards I married."
"Had you ever thought your being so open about sex might have scared them off. You know, like they may have been so afraid of not living up to your expectations that they started having problems getting it up. You know, the fear of not doing their job to your satisfaction," he said putting the pad down.
"Hell, I'd do anything to get them back up. I'd blow on it, suck it, sit on it, any damn thing I could. And, it just never seemed to make any difference," she said, her face becoming serious. "Oh, well, I've got lots of good years left."
"There's going to be some lucky man out there," he said reaching for his camera.
"Thanks. You're the first to say that to me," she smiled, spreading her legs as she curled up on the chair cushion. "Most just think I'm going to spend the rest of my life an unsatisfied old bitch."
"You're not old," Bert countered.
"Not now," she smiled. "Now, about those photographs," she said unbuttoning the last two buttons keeping her lounge robe together. As she shifted, the material spread, revealing her pussy. The area was smooth, with all of the hair having been removed.
"I've heard that makes you more sensitive," he said reaching for the lens cap.
"I just like it this way," she said as her finger traced the outside walls of her cunt. "Yeah, I like it this way."
"Hum," he mumbled as he watched the finger disappear between her legs. "Seems like you should be doing that after the photographs. After all, you don't want that area red and excited for the calendar. "
"Speak for yourself, honey," she said removing her finger. She reached for the top of the loungewear, sliding it back. Her breasts were small, but firm. The nipples were smooth and quarter size. Her skin was white and silky, offset by the bright colors of the robe.
"That looks good," he said focusing on the shapely figure. He smiled as she reached for the half-filled glass.
She ran the stem over her breast, allowing it to tease the nipple. "Like this?"
"Yeah. That's work." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Yeah. That's even better," he said as she leaned back, causing her breasts to spread across her torso. The nipples stretched against the breasts, giving the nipples a cone shaped appearance. "That great." Alaine rose then twisted in the chair. She threw one leg over the overstuffed arm, allowing the other to dangle over the front. As she spread her legs, the pussy was aimed as the lens.
Bert took another couple of pictures, trying to keep his mind off the cunt a couple of feet away. "Ok. That's good," he said as she tossed her head from side to side, sending the tight curls over her forehead.
"Now, don't you think we've worked enough?" she said, lifting her leg between his thighs. The toes pushed against his cock, locating the semi-erect meat under his shorts. "Huuuuummmm, now I know we've worked enough."
He reached for his lens cap as Alaine slid from the chair and in front of him. Bert looked at the lady as she unzipped his slacks. The nails brushed against his body as she pulled his jockey shorts down, revealing his cock. The fingers eased between his legs, freeing his big dick.
"Oh, damn, honey," she said, her eyes flashing as they met. "Damn, I didn't know they made 'em like this."
"Yeah. Must be because I've got one," Bert said unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed it to the side as her lips closed around his cock. "Oooohhhh, watch the teeth," he suggested as he stepped out of his shoes.
She mumbled something as her fingers found his belt. She unfastened it and the slacks, allowing them to fall to his feet.
Bert stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside as the lady sucked his rod deeper. His cockhead hit the back of her mouth before pushing down her throat. He was surprised to watch his dick as it disappeared between her lips. "Damn, that's the first time that's happened," he said as her nose brushed against his pubic hair.
The lady sucked his dick with the experience of a paid cocksucker. Her lips wrapped around his meat, guiding it in and out of her mouth as it filled her throat.
"Hhhuuummmmmm, " he moaned as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock to the base. He ground his pubic hair against her nose, surprised to find her throat opening up to take the cockhead.
The talented lady closed her lips, forcing the skin back and forth as she sucked it to the base. The saliva-coated cock disappeared between her lips with ease.
"Look, I'm having all the fun," he said stepping back. His oversized cock popped free as she glanced up at the photographer. "Want to give you some of what you're getting," he said shoving his shorts to the floor. He leaned back, laying on the thick carpet as the hostess removed her robe and sprawled across his body.
The beautiful lady found his moist cock. Her lips spread, sucking the meat back to the base. She moaned as his tongue found her pussy.
Bert curled his tongue, forcing it between the walls of her pussy as she greedily consumed his cock. His lapped the outside of her cunt, feeling the smooth skin as he explored her pussy.
She purred as he entered her body. His rough tongue split her insides as it pushed forward. "Huuuummmmmm," she groaned with approval as she sucked his prick down her throat.
"I want to fuck you. I want to feel my dick shoving in and out of your pussy," he said as he looked past her breasts as she swallowed his dick.
"My kinda man," she said releasing his cock. She held the base with her fingers as she shifted her body. She turned to face him, her legs straddling his as she aimed his dick at her pussy.
Bert reached up, cupping her breasts, as she began to settle lower. He felt his cockhead as she eased it up and down the length of her cunt. He glanced down, watching the crown of his cock as it was guided between the walls.
Alaine ran her fingers over her pussy. She split the opening as the first couple of inches sank inside. "Ooooohhhh, wwwwhew," she whistled as the thick rod worked deeper.
"Take your time. Enjoy the ride. I've got lots of time," he said, his fingertips teasing the points of her tits. "After all, I can keep it up for the duration."
"Oooohhhh, damn, honey," she groaned as her body settled lower, taking his cock as it pushed up her gut. "Dddddaaaammmmnnn, shit," she said as her tongue slid back and forth over her lips. " Wwwwwhhheewwwwww. "
"Take it easy," he said, studying the smooth shaven walls of her pussy as they stretched to accept his rod. "Just enjoy the sensation of my dick sliding into your pussy."
"Ooohhhh, I am, honey. I reallllllyyyyyy, am," she said, relaxing as the meat was guided to the hilt. She rocked her hips, opening the hole with his dick between her legs.
"Whew, you're a talented lady," he said as her hips swayed to and fro, sending his cockhead against the inside walls of her pussy.
"And you're a gifted man," she purred as she lifted her thighs, allowing some of his cock out of her pussy before settling back. "Ooooohhhhh, I love a big dick. I can't get enough of them," she said, slamming her hips back, taking his meat to the hilt.
"And I love women who love big dicks," he groaned. He cupped her breasts, helping to lift her lithe body as she rose and fell on his meat. He felt her insides clamping around his prick, trying to keep it between her legs as her body slid up and down.
"Oooooohhhhh, this is so much better than a toy," she cried out as her hips came to rest against his. She put her hands on the floor next to his arms. She pushed her legs back, improving her angle as she began to fuck his dick. The pace picked up as she rammed her hips against his, allowing the cockhead to hit deep up her gut. "Ooooooooooh-hhhhhhh, shit," she groaned, her head rolling from side to side. Her breasts shook and bounced as she thrust her hips forward.
Bert squeezed her tits. His thumbs and forefingers captured the points, gently rubbing across the tips as her pussy greedily accepted his dick again and again. "Don't ever waste this on a toy," he said, feeling the walls gripping tighter around his meat.
"I won't. Not if you're around," she said, a smile easing over her flushed face as she raised her hips.
Bert looked at his cock. He watched the thick base as her pussy was guided back to his pubic hair. The cock forced the walls of her pussy around his meat, creating a tight grip as her hips raised then lowered.
"Oooohhhh, I love this," she purred. Her head fell back. She groaned as the fingers gripped her nipples tighter. "Uuuuuummmmm," she moaned as her hips slapped against his, ramming his cock deep-inside.
"Ooohhhh, fuck," he said, grinding his ass across the carpet. He felt his balls tighter, signaling his climax. "Better pick up the pace because I'm gettin' there," he moaned.
"Me too," she said, her voice raspy and labored as her body jerked and trembled, taking his cock. "Ooooooooohhhhhhh. "
"Aaauuuggghhhhh, shit," Bert said, his head rolling against the carpet as his spurting cock was taken to the hilt. "Ooooohhhh. "
"Uuuuuummmmmmm, aaaggghhhhh," she cried out as the cum spilled deep into her gut. She lowered her head, their eyes meeting as their cum matted his pubic hair. Her face was flushed and excited. Her tongue moved back and forth between her lips as her trembling body settled back to accept his prick.
"Yeah, me too," he said, milking her tits as her pussy milked his meat. The walls closed tighter as she flexed her thighs, pulling the ball juice from his nuts as she lifted her body.
Bert released her breasts, gripping her waist. He picked her up, increasing the pace as his dick filled her insides. He shoved his body from the floor, slamming against hers as he stuffed her full of cum-coated meat.
"Oooooohhhhhh, shit," she purred as her body was jerked and shoved as the prick disappeared between her legs. "Ooooooooohhhhhh."
His load stopped, but he wanted to satisfy the lady again as his unrelenting dick thrust up her gut. The cum coated his prick as it stretched her pussy, pushing deeper.
"Ooohhhh, honey," she said, a smile flashing across her face. "You can relax. Hell, I couldn't come again. Not like that, that's for sure."
"Just wanted to make sure you were enjoying this as much as I was," he said, allowing her body to come to rest against his.
She squirmed, his dick buried to the hilt. "You can rest assured I enjoyed this as much," she said reaching for his glass of wine. She handed it to Bert as she picked up her own.
Bert lifted his head as she placed a pillow in back. He sipped the wine, feeling the cool liquid as it spilled over his cheek and on the carpet.
"The only problem with drinking from that position," she said, lifting her glass. "But, I don't want you to move. I just want to sit here until your dick gets soft."
"That may be a while," Bert said toasting her glass.
"I've not got any plans for later, do you?"
"Not at all," he said as he lifted his head for a drink. "Unless it's more of the same."
"Then, I suppose we have the same plans," she said, rubbing her smooth cunt against his pubic hairs. "Matter of fact, I may not let you go for a few days."
"That would be fine with me," he said with a smile, "but I'm afraid my boss wouldn't be too happy with the idea."
"Oh, well, honey," she said taking a sip, "we can worry about that later."
* * *
"You should be arrested for coronography," Bert said, walking into the publisher's office.
"You mean pornography, don't you?" she smiled. She pushed back the papers and examined the photographer. "Hell, I should be charged for encouraging prostitution based on the stack of notes that are piling up out front. I could probably make more money by charging those ladies a stud fee than I can off this publication. Now," she added, leaning back in the chair, "I guess this coronography has something to do with the way I picked my months?"
"Yeah. Like Daisy for May," he said stopping next to her desk. "You know, April showers, May flowers. Then, to pick someone like Alaine for June."
"Hell, who has more experience at being a bride," she chuckled, her eyes drifting to his crotch. "Besides, what reader would be interested in some pretty face and body if they knew she was getting married? After all, even if they did get to meet the girl of their dreams, she'd already belong to someone else."
"Well, I suppose that makes sense," Bert said, feeling more at ease. "Here are a couple of more months and I've got to pick up some film at the photo lab."
"I'm glad you dropped by. It's nice to see your face around the office from time to time," Janet said, lifting her eyes. "Might even consider a little fraternizing one of these evenings."
"Now, don't tell me you're the kind of employer who'd consider dipping her pen in the company ink?" Bert teased, his finders easing down her shoulder.
"It was your pen I was thinking of," Janet said as her hand slid over his crotch. She grabbed his dick, tightly squeezing it as their eyes met. "Now, get your pretty ass out of here and finish your assignment before we both forget why we're here," she said, releasing her grip.
"Suppose you're right," Bert said, adjusting the front of his pants. "Besides, I'm finding plenty of action in the trenches."
A smile eased over Janet's face. "Hell, I bet that's right. Now, get your damn film and notes and get the hell out of here."
"Yes, boss," he said with a mock salute before turning and heading to the door.
A brief visit with the receptionist produced several notes from five of the ladies he had recently photographed. The one exception was Blake Edwards. He thought of the dark-haired beauty and her problems. "First snapper I ever had," he mused as he opened the door and headed towards the photo lab.
A couple of rolls of film later and he was back in traffic on his way to Samantha Evan's apartment. The brief note to Bare Essence simply stated that she wanted to pose for the calendar because she was bored with her life and wanted to meet more men. "Well, that's me," Bert said, easing off the peddle as he came to a four-way stop.
He glanced at the small wallet-sized photograph that had accompanied the note before proceeding south. Samantha was certainly attractive enough, he thought as he turned east on a side street and slowed down in front of her apartment complex. "Ok, let's find 206," he said, trying to decipher the numbering sequence. "Bingo."
Easing his foot over to the brake, he guided his car behind a Fiat Spyder. "Seems like we've already got something in common," he observed as he grabbed his gear and opened the door. He hurried up the long walk and flight of stairs. His pulse was racing as he reached for the doorbell. He glanced around the apartment complex, waiting for the Miss. July candidate.
"Oh, hello," the blonde said as she answered the door. A seductive smile eased across her face. "I've been expecting someone, but he wasn't supposed to look like you."
"Are Samantha Evans?"
"Sure. And you're the photographer from Bare Essence?"
"Sure," he said, as their eyes met. Her straight blonde hair hung over her tee shirt. The light skin was tanned and flawless. Blonde eyebrows set off her expressive blue eyes. She squeezed her lips together as Bert made his way past with his bag.
"Am I supposed to sit on a giant firecracker or something for Miss. July?" she asked, slowly closing the door.
"Only if you want to," he said, sliding the strap over his shoulder. "And only if you have one."
"Well, I don't have one," she said, her head turning, sending the long blonde strands over her full breasts. "Besides, I'd rather sit on something else. "
"Ok, let's get a few comments on paper," Bert said, retrieving his pad. "Like your comment about wanting to pose for Bare Essence's calendar to meet more men. From my view, I can't understand why you're not connecting with all the men you want."
"Can a girl ever have all the men she wants?" she asked as she sat on the coffee table in front of the journalist. "After all, do you have all the women you want?"
"I would have said 'no' to that a couple of weeks ago," Bert smiled nervously. "But, I'm doing fine these days."
"Well, goody for you," she said, tossing the hair from her face. "But, I'm not, and that's why I want to pose naked. I want all of those men out there to see what they're missing. I want them to lust for my body. To want to jump on my pussy and fuck me all day and all night long."
"Might get a little boring with all the quantity and no quality," Bert said, taking note of her eyes as they drifted down to his crotch. "After all, sex has got to be more than just the act of a guy sticking his dick up some girl's pussy."
"Oh, sure, I understand that," she said, her tongue easing between her lips as she spoke. "But, I think sex is real important in a relationship. If you both click, then you're bound to click in other things too."
"I just think it would get old, though," he said putting down the pen. "Now, about the photograph."
"Sure thing," she said, her eyes studying his as she pealed the tight fitting tee shirt over her head. Her firm tits were perfect. The small tips were excited and pointed at the photographer.
Bert shifted on the sofa, concealing his growing erection as he examined her breasts. "Uh, do you have some sorta prop," he stammered, shifting his mind back to why the two were together.
"Sure. I've got this little hat they gave me when I worked as a volunteer for the Republican party," she answered as she got to her feet. "I'll be right back."
Bert moved back on the sofa, watching her tits as they bounced in front of her body. The nylon shorts hung close to her hips as she swung down the hallway. His pulse quickened as he thought of the two of them getting it on later.
"This ok?" she asked as she returned. The small hat framed her beautiful face. It was surrounded by a wide ring of red, white and blue ribbon.
"Sure. It's fine," he said, his eyes drifting down to her pussy.
"Thought I'd get rid of the shorts while I was in the bedroom," she said, their eyes meeting. "After all, this is the way you want me, isn't it?"
"Sure. Sure thing," he said as he removed the lens cap. "Now, maybe a couple of poses on the sofa."
"Ok, sure," she said as she walked slowly past him and to the overstuffed sofa. She eased her body over the soft material, giving Bert a clear view of her cunt as she moved into position.
"That looks good," he said as she pushed the blonde hair from her face and smiled at the camera. "Now, pretend to make love to the camera."
"That's not what I'm interested in," she said, her eyes drifting to his semi-erect prick. "But, I guess it's ok for now," she said, her pensive blue eyes looking straight into the lens.
"Yeah, that's great," Bert said, feeling the blood fill his dick. "Yeah, just great." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Ok, now turn your chest a little to the right. Yeah, just great." Clic. Clic. Clic.
Samantha ran her fingers over her breasts. She paused at the nipples, toying with the erect tips. Her tongue slid teasingly between her lips as her hands made their way under her boobs. Raising her left eyebrow, the fingers lifted her tits, aiming the nipples at the camera. "Does the camera want these?" she asked. "Does it want to suck my tits? Does the camera want to feel how nice and firm they are?"
"I don't know about the camera," Bert said, his voice raspy and excited. "Maybe if you got on your hands and knees, we could get a couple of more photographs and finish up."
"Anything you say," she said, shifting across the sofa. She moved into position. Her heavy tits hung between her arms, the small nipples pointing towards the sofa.
"Ok, now turn your face in this direction," he said, his hands shaking as he snapped a couple of more shots. "Ok, that's just great."
"Does the camera want to get behind me and fuck me?" she asked, her lips pouting. "Does it want to feel that hard lens sliding between my legs? To feel my pussy closing tightly around the hard surface?"
"I don't know about the fuckin' camera, but I sure do," Bert said tossing it back in the chair. "I want to fuck your cunt. I want to fuck it now," he said unfastening his belt.
"Then, what the hell are you waiting for?" she asked, swinging her hips from side to side. "It's almost dripping," she said, a smile easing over her face as he shoved his pants and shorts to the floor. "Even more now."
Bert quickly removed his shirt and moved behind the upturned ass. His fingers explored her back, roughly massaging the smooth skin. His hands eased to the sides, locating her tits. He cupped the breasts, feeling the firm tits and excited nipples.
"Don't give my tits all the fun," she moaned, her hips swaying from side to side. "I can feel your big dick against my thigh. Hell, just a couple of inches and we both could be having fun," she purred.
"Hate to have all the fun," he said aiming his throbbing cock at the small slit.
"Hum. Aaaaggghhhhh," she cried out. Her body swayed to and fro as the stiff rod began to work inside her pussy, stretching the sensitive flesh as it penetrated her gut. "Hhhhuuuummmm."
Bert guided his dick as his other hand massaged the back of her neck. He felt the nerves tighten as his oversized pole slipped effortless between her legs. "Damn, you've got some pussy."
"And you've got some dick," she purred her approval. "Oh. Fill my body with your cock. Stuff my insides with dick. Make me scream for you to stop," she moaned, her head dropping in front as he slowly withdrew a few inches before guiding his cock to the hilt. "Huuuummmmm. "
Bert explored her back as his dick explored her insides. He leaned forward, his cock buried between her legs. He grabbed her tits, toying with the sensitive nipples. As he squeezed the points, her pussy flexed tighter around his rod. "Yeah. That's what I wanted," he gasped.
"Damn, me too," she grunted, forcing her pussy back. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she said, her head rolling from side to side as his fingers pulled and tugged on her nipples.
Slowly, Bert withdrew a couple of inches before ramming them back deeper. He felt her body relax, accepting his dick as he increased his pace. Soon he was withdrawing all but the head, only to shove it back to the base. He released her boobs as he moved his hands to her hips. He gripped her body, guiding her pussy back on his cock as he slammed his meat inside.
"Oooohhhhh, yeah. Use me. Fuck me. Make me scream," she cried out as his dick filled her insides. "Oooooohhhhhh. "
Bert picked up the pace. His dick slid effortless in and out of the snug opening. He glanced at a large mirror on the wall, studying his shaft as it rammed in and out. Her breasts jumped and jerked as he pulled her back on his cock.
"Oooohhhh, yeah," she moaned, lifting her head as he filled her with meat.
Bert settled down to a long stride. Sometimes the head would slip from between her legs, only to be quickly grabbed by the lady and guided back into her waiting pussy. "Really like getting fucked, don't you," he moaned, slamming home.
"Oooohhhh, yeah. More than anything," she confessed, accepting the unrelenting monster as it split her gut.
"So, you need lots of men," he grunted as he removed his cock.
"Only you right now," she said grabbing his meat and shoving it back into her hole. "Just your big dick is all I want," she cried out, shoving her pussy back on his hard rod.
"Ok, that's what I thought," he said picking up the pace. His unrelenting dick abused the opening as he fucked the willing partner.
"Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum," she purred as his cock assaulted her perfect form.
"Yeah. You really are enjoying this," he said, feeling her pre-cum coat his rod. "Well, I'm the kinda guy who likes to give a girl what she wants," he groaned as his hips slammed against her thighs.
"Oooooohhhhhh, shit," she purred, lifting her head as he moved his hips from side to side, opening the hole further.
Bert smiled, relaxing his hands on her sides as the two settled into a fast and furious routine. His rod was turning red under the friction provided by the outside walls of her pussy. His pubic hair brushed against hers as the cunt milked his meat. The sounds of his hips slapping against her thighs was lost amid the moans and grunts as the man gave the lady what she wanted.
"Oooooohhhhhh, damn," she gasped, feeling her cum as it coated his rod. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh, get rougher," she cried.
Bert slammed his meat in and out harder, watching the cum-coated member as it split her legs. His chest rose faster as he felt his balls tighten. "Get ready. It's time for the payoff," he said, his head rolling from side to side as the juice shot up his pole into Samantha's insides.
"Fill me up. Fill my body with your cum," she gasped as the hot liquid spilled into her gut. "Oooohhhhhhh, fuck me."
Bert bit down on his lower lip, his spurting cock jerked wildly as he speared her body. His toes pulled as the ball milk shot from his cockhead into the blonde beauty.
Whimpering, the lady raised her head, then dropped it. Her tits giggled and bounded as his hips arched forward, driving his shaft to the base. "Oooohhhhhhhhh. Sssshhhiiitttt."
"Yeah, me too," he said. Her cum spread along his cock as he removed all but the head before burying it below the upturned ass. "Damn, shit."
"Ooooohhhhhh, me too," she said, her tongue sliding between her lips as she turned to the mirror. "Oooooohhhhh. I like what I see," she purred, studying the slick meat as it filled her insides.
"Damn, you're some fuck," Bert said slowing his stride. His fingers gently massaged her waist as he rocked to and fro.
"And you're some fucker," she smiled, pushing her body back, accepting his cock with ease. "I really enjoy a big dick."
"Hell, I think you'd like any dick," Bert observed, glancing at the two in the mirror. "Just any dick as long as it was between your legs."
"Sorta like you liking any pussy as long as your dick was inside," she grinned, lifting her head and glancing back at the photographer.
"That's true," he said as his hips swayed from side to side, opening the abused hole even more. "But some ladies are more special than others. It's hack to what I said earlier about quality over quantity."
"Perhaps you're right," she teased, lifting her body up and down, hitting new areas inside her body with his cockhead. "Ooohhhhhh. But when I get enough quantity, I'll start worrying about the quality."
"Well, don't forget me when it's time for the quantity," Bert said, reaching for her tits.
"I won't. And I won't when it's time for the quality," she purred as his coated dick began to slid gently in and out of her hole. "Feels like you're ready to go again," she observed.
"And you?"
"Still going for quantity, remember?" she said guiding her pussy back on his shaft.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I suppose I should spend some time around here today", Bert said glancing around his apartment. He walked past a stack of unopened magazines and into the kitchen. The sun filtered through the windows as a gentle breeze lifted and separated the sheer curtains. "But, damn, it would be a nice day to be outside. Maybe a little fishing or the beach," he thought as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer.
Heading back into the living room, he grabbed his bag and unloaded it on the sofa. "Now, let's see who my next month is. Let's see, Miss. August," he said sitting down the beer and thumbing through his notes and files. "Yeah. Here it is. Hum, now that's nice," he said as a grin eased over his face. "Her name is Sunny McCormick. And, she's Miss. August. Damn, Janet."
The photograph attached to the entry form caused him to take a second look. The dark haired beauty was sitting on a sand dune. Her breasts were full and large. The perfect mounds were capped by oversized nipples. Her body was lithe and tanned. The patch of pubic hair was the only interruption on the smooth lines of dark skin. Bert felt a stirring in his crotch as he studied her tits. "Damn, that's some set of knockers," he observed as he held the photograph closer. "And, those nipples. Well, Bert ole boy, perhaps a photo session might be just the thing," he said reaching for the telephone.
Slowly dialing the number, he glanced down at his semi-erect cock. "Don't you ever get enough?" he smiled as he waited for an answer.
"Hello," a sultry voice answered.
"Hello," he said, feeling his pulse race. "I'm Bert Howard, and I'm suppose to connect with you for a photo session for the Bare Essence calendar."
"I've been expecting your call," she interrupted. "When did you want to set up a time?"
"I was thinking that this might be a good day, if it can be worked into your schedule," he paused.
"Yeah. Sure. Just let me make a couple of phone calls and clear a couple of hours. Say, about an hour?"
"Sure. That would work out fine with me," Bert said. "And the address is still correct on the form?"
"Sure. I'm not one of those people who likes to move around a lot," she said, her voice warm and excited. "I'll be expecting you," she concluded.
"Some lady," Bert said replacing the receiver. "Now, I'd better get a couple of things done around here and get my ass on the road."
Finishing off his beer, the photographer rounded up a fresh roll of film and his legal pad and pen. He stuffed them back into his bag and made his way to the door. "Yeah, it's too nice a day to be spending inside," he mused as he looked back around his apartment before heading towards his car.
He was soon speeding down the expressway on his way to Miss. August's house. He turned down a side road to avoid a pileup ahead and roared down the long row of neatly placed houses. Soon he was pulling up into Sunny's driveway. He reached for his bag when the stately lady opened the door and walked towards him.
"Thought you might want to do this outside since it's so pretty," she said, stopping him in the driveway.
"I've made us a little basket. You know, wine, cheese, summer sausage, and a few things like that."
"Must have been reading my mind," Bert said, his eyes drifting down to her round breasts. "I've got a blanket in the back."
"Then we're set," she smiled as she turned. She disappeared inside and returned shortly with the basket. "Your car or mine?"
"Mine."
"That's what I thought," she said, tossing her hair in the gentle breeze. "And a gentleman to boot," she observed as he opened the door. "This should be a really great day."
"Just what I was thinking again," he replied, lifting his left eyebrow as the dark beauty slid across his leather upholstery. "Just what I was thinking," he mumbled as he walked around the car. The lady stretched across the set, opening his door and pushing it back. "Thanks."
"Have to avoid the expressway. Traffic is backed up," Bert explained stepping on the accelerator. "Any particular place you have in mind?"
"Sure. The beach would be a great place for this, and to work on my tan," Sunny said studying the photographer. "You know, I didn't know you'd look like this."
"Like this?" he asked, a grin easing over his normally serious face.
"Yeah. You know, good looking and all. I just didn't expect a hunk to be pulling into my driveway."
"And you'd have gone to the beach with your basket of goodies for anyone?" he quizzed.
"Noticed I left it inside until I checked you out?" she said, sliding the sunglasses over her dark brown eyes. "It might have stayed inside if it ended up being some wimp."
"Then I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."
"I don't think someone with your looks and manner could disappoint any lady," she said, her eyes drifting down to his crotch.
"Why did you decide to pose in the buff?" Bert quizzed as he turned back onto the expressway.
"I made the decision for numerous reasons. But I guess it all boils down to the fact that I want to meet men. You know, men like you. I don't get to meet your type very often where I work," she said, glancing out the window.
"And where do you work?"
"I'm a research physicist."
"I thought you had to have a doctor's for that," Bert said, gripping the wheel tighter.
"I'm known as Doctor McCormick around work," she said, sliding her sunglasses down on her nose as their eyes met.
"I'm impressed," Bert said honestly.
"Most men are," she said, pushing the glasses back. "But, I'm not real crazy about the men that work at the lab. It's as though they've devoted their entire lives to research."
"And you just want to have fun," he interrupted looking back at the highway.
"Something like that," she answered. "There's got to be more to life than working in a lab all day and going home alone."
"Could meet men at bars, beaches, places like that," Bert suggested.
"Not like you. When guys that look like you go to those places, they usually have some cute little number draping from their arm."
"Not always," Bert said looking back at the dark beauty. "I go to bars by myself lots of times. I guess it's just the thought of meeting the right person."
"What would the right person be like?" she quizzed, her expression serious.
"I don't know," Bert said, a grin easing over his face. "Because I haven't met her yet."
"That makes sense. But I'd bet odds that she wouldn't be a research physicist."
"Don't sell yourself short," he said, studying his passenger. "I don't even think of your title when I look at you. And from what I see, it's a damn nice package."
"Thanks. Was just getting about ready to say the same thing about you. Oh, wait, we're getting close to our turnoff," she said, noticing the road signs. "There's a nice beach just down his road where we can be alone. I often go there to tan."
"Then, it's our destination," Bert said easing back on the gas peddle. "May even be able to work on mine while we do the photo session."
"Was hoping I'd get to see more of that body."
"Just what I was thinking," Bert said, his eyes focusing on her tits.
"Well, you know you are," she added. "After all, I'm the one that's going to be posing naked for that calendar."
"I knew that," Bert said, his face serious. "It's just that I never get tired of seeing beautiful women without their clothes."
"Now, I was just thinking that about handsome men," she teased.
"Sure. Sure. Is this the spot?" he said, aware of her playful mood.
"If it's ok with you, it's ok with me," she answered as the car slowed down on the hard packed dirt road. "Doesn't seem to be anyone around," she said, turning her head from side to side.
"Just what I was thinking," Bert said as he pulled the sports car off the road. He reached for his bag as the beauty opened the door and removed her shoes.
"These have to go," she said, tossing them back inside the car.
"It all has to go," Bert said, slipping his loafers off and putting them next to the car. He reached for his knit shirt and pulled it over his head, feeling the warm rays and gentle breeze across his back. "Yeah, great day for this."
"Great was just the word I was thinking of," Sunny answered, watching the photographer as he undressed. She smiled as she peeled the tee shirt over her head. The tight neck pulled her dark curls as she slipped free. Her breasts were perfect. The nipples seemed bigger than in the photograph. The flat surfaces were larger than a silver dollar. In the center was a dime-size point that capped the mounds. "Like what you see?" she asked, aware of his stare.
"Yeah. I'm a real nipple freak," he said shoving his pants to the sand.
"Then, I should have one point in my favor," she teased. She eased her fingers over her tits, spreading the nipples under her fingers. "Because I've got some big ones. And they really respond to a tongue," she said, her tongue easing between her lips. "And I don't mind a little rough treatment. As long as I get to return kind for kind."
"You can bite my tits off if that's the deal," Bert said, glancing around again before peeling his jockey shorts. "Damn, this feels great."
"And looks great," Sunny said, her eyes drifting to his crotch. "Reeaaallll great."
"Get rid of the shorts and I'll grab my camera," Bert said. Turning, his half erect cock slapped against his thighs as he reached over the back seat for his camera. He paused as the dark beauty walked around the front of the car. He jumped as her fingers closed tightly around his cock. "Give you all day to quit that," he said, straightening.
"Only got a couple of hours," she said, easing the cockhead up and down the outside walls of her pussy. "But I may have to be a little late for a change."
"About those photos," Bert said, his chest rising faster as blood filled his prick. "We really should get those done first."
"Have to do them by myself?" she teased. "Couldn't have you in the picture too? You know, laying on top of me with this big dick shoved up my gut?"
"I don't think the fellas who bought the calendar would be too impressed finding my naked frame laying on top of yours. It would take part of the charge out of it for them," he said, his voice raspy. "But, what goes on after the photo session is just between us," he said, feeling the fine curly hairs as they brushed over his crown.
"And I want this between us," she said releasing her hold. "Ok, let's get this picture taking done so we can settle into something more pleasant," she said turning and walking over to the sand dunes. She eased her pretty ass back on the mound, turning to the photographer. "Well, let's get busy."
"Fine. Just fine," Bert said removing his lens. "Yeah. Just great," he observed as he focused. He took several photographs of the lady with the gulf in the background. "Yeah. Just great," he said. Clic. Clic. Clic. "Need to look at the lens."
"Not holding a candle to what I'm looking at," she said, her tongue sliding over her lips. "Come on, get these damn photographs out of the way," she said, her eyes pleading as they looked into the lens.
Clic. Clic. Clic. "That's great. Just hold that," he said as the camera snapped away. "Yeah. Just great."
"Come on, Bert, put that thing away," Sunny said, her hands easing over her nipples. "And show Sunny how much you like her tits."
"Sure thing," he said, replacing the cap and putting his camera on the ground. He moved over the beauty, slowly sliding his body across hers. He flinched as her fingers circled his swollen shaft.
"Yeah. My tits are just waiting," she said, their eyes meeting. "Get down there. Yeah. Suck 'em, bite 'em. Ooooohhhhhhh."
Bert's tongue swirled over the sensitive flesh. He toyed with the excited point between his teeth as his hand pulled and twisted its mate.
"Oh, yeah, Bert," she whimpered. Her hand slid down to the base of his cock, then back to the head. "Oooohhhh, yeah."
Gently, his tongue traced the outside rim of the oversized nipples. Goosebumps spread under his sensitive probing. Her body shuddered as his teeth clamped down on the tip.
"Uuuuummmmm, yeah," she groaned, her hand cupping his cockhead. "Fuck me, Bert. Fuck me now," she instructed.
Bert released her nipple. He softly kissed the tip as he shifted across her subtle body. Their eyes met as her finger guided his rod to the waiting hole. He lifted his left eyebrow as the cock inched inside the tight opening.
"Ohhhhh, I love guys with blue eyes," she moaned as his shaft disappeared between her legs. "Uuuuummmmmmm. That and big dicks. Aaauuugggghhhhh. "
"And I love ladies that love guys with blue eyes and big dicks," Bert said, gently kissing her nose. "That and beautiful ladies."
"Uuuuhhhhhh, don't tell me I'm gaining points in your quest for the right woman?" she teased, shoving her hips up. As she did, his cock sank home. "Ooohhhhhhh. "
"Kinda hard to think of the right woman when you've got a pussy clamping around your dick," he observed. He ground his pubic hair against hers, opening the hole for the impending assault.
"Ooohhhh. Yeah, Bert, fuck me. Fill my insides with your dick. Let me know what I'm missing at the lab," she groaned.
Slowly and deliberately he withdrew several inches before sinking them back to the hilt. He felt her membrane clamping his meat as he shoved in and out of the waiting cunt.
"Uuuummmmm," she purred, rolling her head from side to side in the sand as his cock slipped between her legs. "Aaaggghhhhh."
"Relax. I'm not going to be in a hurry," Bert said, their eyes meeting as his dick penetrated her insides.
"I've got those two hours," she said, their lips meeting. "And I could be real late for this." Her hips squirmed over the land, accepting his oversized rod as it was guided in and out of the snug channel.
Bert relaxed, enjoying the gentle breezes across his body as he made love to the beautiful physicist. Their lips met again as his hips slapped against her. He continued his deliberate pace, allowing the walls to close around the base of his cockhead before shoving it back to the hilt.
"Uuuuummmmm. Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh," she purred, breaking their lip contact as his cockhead explored the insides of her body. "I can't believe how good your dick feels."
"I can't believe how good your pussy feels around my dick," he said, his voice raspy as he rammed his meat up her gut. "Like this don't you? Like having a big dick stuffed inside?"
"Yeah. Oooohhhhh, yeah," she said, their eyes meeting. Her eyes flashed as the unrelenting cock disappeared. "Yeah. Oooohhhhh, yeah."
"Well, a big doctor like you needs to have a man come over and shove his dick up her cunt from time to time," he said, feeling the sweat trickling over his back. "And I'm the man who can do it."
"Anytime and every time," she gasped as he ground his hips against her, his cockhead exploring her gut. "Just get in that cute little sports car and come over. Walk in and tear my clothes off. Then, throw me down and shove your dick in me. Make me your slave," she purred as her pre-cum coated his meat. "Yeah. Make me your dick slave. "
Bert gripped her breasts. His fingers roughly tugged at the sensitive points as his hips pushed forward. Their lips met as he withdrew all but the head before depositing it back in her gut.
"Huuuummmmm," she cried out, breaking contact. "Oooohhhh. Aaauuuggghhhhh. "
"Yeah. You're really getting turned on," he said, his thumbs and forefingers rolling the tips of her tits roughly between them. The pliable flesh pulled and tugged as he abused her oversized nipples.
"Ooooooohhhhh. Aaaaagghhhhh, Bert," she gasped as her cum coated his shaft. "Aaaauuuuggghhhhhhhh," she said, raising her head and biting his shoulder as his cock rammed home.
"Yeah. Return kind for kind," he said, flinching under the pressure of her teeth. His fingers abused the tips as his cock filled her insides. The cum coating helped his dick sink effortless between her legs. "Get ready, I'm getting close."
"Couldn't hold back," she said, relaxing back on the sand. "Your dick just felt too damn good. "
"It won't be ttoooooo looooonnnnnggg," he gasped as the pussy closed around his shaft, pulling the skin as the semen raced up his rod. He released her tits, putting his hands by her shoulders as he shoved his spurting dick in and out of her body. "Ooooooohhhhh, shit."
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmm, again," she cried. Her hips pushed up from the dunes, accepting his pole in mid stride as he slammed in and out of the cum-coated slit.
"Oooohhhhh," he said, his hips buckling as the cum shot from his crown, joining hers. "Oooooohhhh, shit."
"Ride me, Bert. Make me your dick slave," she cried out, her fingers digging into his ass cheeks as his dick dug into her cunt. "Ooooohhhhhh, yeah," she gasped, her head rising from the sand then falling.
"Damn, shit, I can feel this all the way back to my toes," he observed, his feet digging into the sand as he thrust forward. "Yeah. Oooohhhhh, yeah."
"I can feel it all the way to my ass," she smiled.
"My ass is puckering."
"So is your pussy," Bert grinned, feeling the walls close tighter around his cock. Her pussy milked his dick, keeping the cum inside as he removed all but the crown before shoving back to the base.
"Ooooohhhhhh, I'm your dick slave," she said, her eyes flashing as his body spread across hers.
"Not just another experiment?" Bert asked, slowing his stride.
"Not for me. Not just another fuck?"
"Not for me," he said, their lips meeting. His tongue slid inside, locating the tip of hers.
As the two locked in their embrace, they were unaware of the group of senior citizens who had stopped along the beach to watch the perfect pair.
* * *
"Well, let's see," Bert said fumbling through his bag. "The next lady is Miss. September. Now, let's think. Who could Janet have picked? After all, let's see, there's Labor Day. Nah, she wouldn't pick some lady in labor. Nah, that's not it," he said pulling out a few notes. "Hum, there's August. Now, that was some nice lady," he observed as he glanced at the light and pressed the gas peddle.
"Ok, Bert, keep your eyes on the road," he mumbled to himself as he pulled out a couple of more files. "Bingo. There's Miss. September," he observed. "Ok, let's see. Oh, so that's it Janet. Her name is Amber Davis. And, remember the line to the song 'forever amber wave', or something to that effect, " he mused as he turned off on a side road. "May as well get out of traffic before I kill myself," he said checking the address. "Hum, that not too far from here. Ok, Bert, lets get this one finished and go home."
His sports car roared down the long rows of shaded lawns. He pulled back into traffic, hitting the north bound expressway on his way to her apartment. "Seem to have picked a group of girls from all over the damn place," he said reaching for his map in the glove compartment. "I think that's closer to the medical complex."
He pulled off the road and checked his map. His assumptions were correct. "Now, could that mean another nurse?" he asked as he returned to traffic.
A few minutes later and he was pulling in front of Amber's apartment. "Suppose I should have made the appointment myself," he said adjusting his clothing. "After all, the receptionist could have forgotten. Nah, Janet wouldn't have someone like that working for her. I guess I'm just nervous," he said reaching for his bag and opening the door.
He walked up the path leading to her apartment and rang the bell. Shifting nervously from foot to foot, he waited for the young lady. He started to ring the bell again when an attractive blonde answered the door. "Were expecting me?" he inquired.
"Only if you're the photographer from Bare Essence magazine," she replied, blocking entrance with her arm.
"Yeah. That's me. My name is Bert Howard," he said heaving the equipment higher on his shoulder. "But, if this is a bad time."
"No. This is as good a time as any," she said stepping back. "Unless you've got something else you need to be doing."
"No. This is what I do," he said trying to gain control over the situation. He was picking up negative vibrations from the young lady as he lowered the bag to his side. "Look, really, if this is a bad time."
"No. It has nothing to do with you," the blonde replied. Her warm brown eyes sized up the journalist as she turned to the kitchen. "Was just fixing myself a pina colada. Would you like one?"
"Sure. Sounds fine," he said reaching for his legal pad.
"Look, these negative feelings aren't towards you," she said as she returned with the drinks. "I've had this boyfriend for a few years, and I just assumed we'd be getting married one of these days. And, so I've put up with a lot of his shit waiting for that eventful day," she said handing him the drink. "You know us girls. We find someone with faults and just assume that we'll be able to correct those once they sign a marriage certificate. So, I had been fairly patient," she said relaxing on the first few steps of a spiraling staircase.
"And so you got tired of waiting?" Bert asked sipping the drink.
"Well, that wasn't exactly it. I wanted him to made a commitment, and he didn't seem like he wanted to. So, I decided to pose for the calendar to sorta scare him. You know, announce the fact that I was still pretty much single until he proposed," she said, glancing at a photograph on the mantel.
"I've always thought being single was about the same as being pregnant," Bert observed. "You either are or you aren't. There's no such thing as being sorta pregnant or sorta single."
"Well, but you get to thinking. It's amazing what your mind will do to your head when you let it," she said, turning her straw. "So, anyway, doing the calendar made him mad. I guess he didn't like the idea of having pressure put on him to make a decision. So, he split. Just that simple."
"And now, you're not too sure about doing the calendar?" Bert quizzed.
"No. But, then again, I wasn't too sure that's what I wanted to do back when I sent in the form. I guess I just felt that I needed something to shake my life up. To make me sit up and smell the coffee. "
"Well, I can get the photographs and get outta here, in case you want to be alone," he said reaching for his camera.
"Look, Bert, I don't know what I want right now. I'm just too confused. It's not easy to admit that all of those years were a mistake," she said as she put her glass down.
"But wasting even more time doesn't seem to be the solution," Bert said as he removed the lens.
"Yeah. That's right. After all, there's always the chance you might get killed in a car wreck tomorrow. So, I guess you need to live one day at a time," she said, her eyes drifting back to the photograph.
"That's all you can do," the journalist said as he got to his feet. "After all, you can't change yesterday and tomorrow is going to take care of itself. So, that only leaves today."
"Quite a philosopher for someone I tagged a few minutes ago as a shallow bastard in good-looking window dressing," Amber said getting to her feet.
"Shouldn't be too quick to judge others," Bert said, his voice reflecting his disappointment. "Now, let's get this done."
"Now, I'm picking up some negative vibrations," she said, her face reflecting her concern. "I'm sorry. I guess this whole ordeal with Mark and this calendar are creating more stress than I thought. Ok, now how would you like to do this?"
"Well, you'll need to get rid of the clothes. Then, perhaps some place that you like, such as that staircase, for a background," he said glancing around the expensive apartment.
"Sure. That sounds fine," she said. She unfastened the front of the cotton shirt. "Damn, even this thing belonged to Mark," she said, her face mirroring her grief. "I gave him the damn thing for Christmas."
"Perhaps a hat or something," he said, trying to keep her mind on the photo session as he walked over to the prop. He picked up a couple of pillows from the floor and placed them neatly on the steps. He reached for her glass and put it on the third step. "Yeah, this should be about right." Turning, he noticed that she had left.
She returned shortly with a panama and nothing else. Her body was small and lithe. The breasts were compact and firm. The nipples were about the size of a quarter with erect points. "See that you've got it all set for me," she said walking past the photographer and to the stairs.
"Thought I'd set it up first to get my focus and bearing," he said waiting for her to move into position.
Amber sat down on the third step as planned. She leaned back against the pillows, making her tits seem even smaller. Her long legs stretched out in front, revealing the small patch of blonde hair. She slid her fingers around the straw in her glass then turned to the camera. "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Exactly. Looks great," Bert admitted. "Yeah, look at the lens. Great." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Now, tilt your hat a little. Yeah. Like that." Clic. Clic. "Ok, now lift your left leg. Yeah. Like that." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Should have some really great pictures. Yeah. Pout a little." Clic. Clic. "Ok, that should about do it," Bert said dropping his hand to the side and reaching for his lens. "Should have a really good one in the batch."
"Well, that wasn't so hard," she said getting up from the steps. "Like a refill now that the work is out of the way?"
"Sure you wouldn't rather spend the time alone? You know, to think over the situation with you and Mark?" he quizzed.
"No. I think having someone else around might be just the thing I need right now," she said as she disappeared into the kitchen. "You know, when someone does like Mark did, you tend to turn that towards yourself. You start thinking that something is wrong with you. After all, if you were that great, then he wouldn't have left. Right?" she asked returning with the drinks.
"Well, that's assuming that he's got his head screwed on right," Bert said, studying her cunt as she moved closer. "Some guys just don't like commitments, regardless how smart or pretty the lady."
"And you," she started, "do you have a hard time with commitments?"
"Not if it's something or someone I believe in. The only time I have a hard time committing myself is when I'm not sure," he said taking a sip.
"Now, if I let you fuck me, would that constitute a commitment on your part? I mean, hypothetically?" she asked sitting in a chair across from the journalist.
"Fucking someone you just met should be for the enjoyment of sharing a special moment with that person. Your pussy shouldn't be your key to commitment. After all, it's not a commitment from you when I fuck you, so why should it be for me when I fuck you?" he quizzed reaching for the glass.
"Do you want to fuck me? You know, to share that special moment?"
"Sure. I like screwing a chick as much as the next guy. But, I'd need to know that you were wanting me to fuck you and not Mark," he said as he sat down his glass. He reached for his shoes.
"Mark who?" she teased.
Bert slipped his shoes and socks to the side. He unfastened his shirt and tossed it on the sofa.
"I like men who work out," she said, her fingers playing with the straw. Her hand traveled up and down its length, teasing Bert as he undressed.
"Hell, I don't mind being used," he said shoving his pants and shorts to the floor, "as long as I get to have a little fun too."
"Hhhuuummmmm, now I know there's no way to get you confused with Mark," she grinned as his cock jerked between his legs.
Amber rose from the chair and moved in front of the thick pole. She lowered herself to her knees, her hand gripping his cock for support. "Yeah. There's no way to confuse you two now."
Bert spread his legs, allowing her fingers to explore and tug on his nuts. He studied the blonde as her tongue flickered across his cockhead, licking the pre-cum that she found. He reached down, removing the panama. "Was spoiling my view," he explained.
Amber ran her tongue up and down the shaft, spending extra time under the head. Her lips closed around the rod, gently sucking the skin as she traveled to the base, then back to the crown.
"I like having my dick sucked," Bert admitted as the lady sucked his cockhead between her lips. "Huuummm."
Her tongue lapped over his crown, finding the piss slit as her fingers pulled on his nuts. Her Tips pressed tighter, keeping his dick in place as she moved closer.
The skin pulled along the shaft, stretching the pliable substance as she sucked more of his cock inside. He flinched as the hand cupped his balls tighter.
Slowly, the blonde released his saliva-coated cock completely before guiding it back between her lips. Her fingers circled the base, keeping his cock immobile as her mouth consumed several inches.
Bert spread his legs as her other hand released his nuts and explored his body. The tips brushed over his nipples as she eased back to the crown. "Huuummmm, that feels great," he admitted. He flinched as her finger roughly twisted his nipple. The sensitive skin pulled and stretched as Amber toyed with the tip between her fingers.
Her talented mouth slid up and down his cock. The lips closed tighter around his shaft, forcing the skin as it went.
"Uuuummmmm," Bert moaned, glancing at the photograph on the mantel, then at the attractive blonde between his legs. He studied his thick rod as the head and first few inches disappeared between her lips. "Uuuuuhhhhhh, yeah."
"Should be all nice and coated," she said, kissing his cockhead as she got to her feet. "Now, spread your legs so we can improve the angle," she instructed.
Bert looked at the pretty lady as his feet spread across the carpet. He felt her hand guide his cock towards the small patch of hair. The soft bush brushed against the moist crown as it was guided between the outside walls.
"Huuummmm," she purred. She glanced at Bert, then back at the cock as it slipped between her legs. "Ooohhhh, damn. Oooohhhh."
Bert reached for her breasts. His fingers roughly cupped her small tits as his thumbs teased the tips. The points came alive under his fingers as his cock pushed forward.
"Uuuuhhhhhhhhhh, aaaauuuuggghhhhhh, " Amber groaned, her voice thick and heavy as his hips came to rest against hers. She purred as her pubic hair brushed against his. "I like your big dick."
"I like you liking my dick," he said, their eyes meeting briefly. His arms circled the lady, pulling her closer, forcing his cock even deeper.
"Uuuummmm, aaaauuuggghhh, hold me, please," she whimpered. Her arms circled his thick chest. Her fingers dug into his back as he removed a couple of inches before forcing them back to the base.
Bert spread his legs, improving his aim as his hips withdrew a few inches before shoving them back inside. His fingers slid over her ass, playing with the mounds as his shaft inched in and out.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah," she gasped, gently biting his shoulder as his cock disappeared.
"Hum," Bert moaned, reminded of Sunny's biting earlier. He swayed to and fro, his cock penetrating her gut before being removed. The head slipped free a couple of times, only to be quickly shoved back up her pussy.
"Uuuum. Uuuum. Uuuuummmmm," she purred as he picked up the pace. Her head rolled back and forth on his shoulder as his cock filled her insides. "Uuuuummmmmmm. "
Bert felt a burst of cold air across his ass as the pair picked up the pace. The lady began to shove her hips forward, meeting his in mid stride as his cock abused the small opening. He eased up on his toes, stretching her pussy as he slammed his cock deeper.
"Ooohhhh. Oooohhhhhh," she cried out, lifting her head, then dropping it back on his shoulder. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she gasped as his cock rammed forward.
Feeling his balls tighten, Bert slowed the pace, delaying his load as he tried to bring Amber to a climax. "Let's just enjoy this," he suggested. He shifted his mind to other things before picking up the pace again.
"Ooohhhh. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mark. Uuuuuummmm," she gasped, her head falling forward.
"I'm not Mark," Bert said, quickly removing his cock. "And I'm not standing in for the bastard. "
"I'm sorry, Bert, I haven't been with anyone else in so long," she said, shoving her hips forward, taking his cock. "Oooohhh. Bert, get rougher. I need to cum."
"That makes two of us," he said as he thrust his hips against hers. He ground his pubic hair against her small patch, working the membrane of her inside walls. He flexed his body, removing all but the cockhead before shoving his cock to the hilt.
"Fuck me. Make me forget that bastard," she cried out, her body quivering as his unrelenting rod disappeared. "Ooohhhh, yeah, Bert, fuck me." Picking up the pace again, his dick plunged deeper. His knees swayed as his toes dug into the carpet. His rod was a battering ram as it propelled forward, disappearing inside her gut.
"Oooohhh, shit," she cried, her teeth biting into his shoulder as his cock speared her pussy. "Ooooohhh. "
"I'm close," he grunted as his cock filled with cum, shooting into her gut. "Uuuuummmmm, shit."
"Oooohhhhhhhhh, dddaaammmnnnn," Amber gasped, her body going weak as his climax brought her to the edge. "Aaaauuuggghhhh."
Bert's spurting meat crammed inside, filling her pussy with ball juice as her cum coated his pole. He ran his hands over her ass, shoving her body forward to meet his dick as he assaulted her cunt.
"Aaaauuuggghhhh," she groaned, her head dropping back as his unrelenting meat stretched her pussy. She swayed under the assault, her body accepting his dick as it discovered new areas inside her body. "Uuuummmmmm."
Bert held her close, his hips thrusting against hers. The cum dripped down the inside of her leg as he withdrew several inches, then guided them back inside. "Damn, shit," he said, slowing his hips.
"Damn, I'm yours," Amber smiled, looking at the photographer. "I've never felt like this," she admitted, her body relaxing as his dick slipped to the hilt.
"You're some package," Bert admitted, roughly grinding his hips against hers. "And Mark's a real stupid bastard."
"Mark? Mark who?" she said, their eyes meeting. "Seems like I remember you mentioning him earlier."
"Maybe it was me," he said, lifting his eyebrow. "And, maybe this does constitute a commitment on my part. "
"Now, look who's turning the tables," she said, grinding her hips against his. "After all, just because you fuck me doesn't mean a commitment. Just means that we enjoyed the special moment."
Bert cock wiggled inside her cunt.
They kissed again, not that that had much effect.
They had gone as far as they could go.
As his balls relaxed and the sac filled and sagged, Bert looked at her nose. For no particular reason, he just wanted to look at it.
She touched her nose as if he was doing some thing lewd just looking at her. She touched her tits, the nipples still red and hard.
She sighed.
He grinned. Wiggled his hips.
She sighed in utter contentment, and squeezed her legs together trying to revive him in earnest.
"Now, look who's turning the tables," he said, gently rocking to and fro, his cum-coated rod stuffing her insides.
CHAPTER SIX
"Now, let's see, Miss. October.
Hum," Bert said, rubbing his chin as he reviewed the file. "Let's see, what could Janet have been thinking. Ok, so the name is Margo Hunt. Now, Hunt. Let's see, there's Easter egg hunt, but I've already done that month. And how," he said as a grin eased over his face. "So, what could be her reasons for picking Margo as Miss. October?"
Bert reviewed the picture as he finished off his beer. The lady was certainly calendar material. Her straight blonde hair hung over her shoulders. The blue eyes were pensive and hot. "Perhaps it's because her tits look like pumpkins," Bert said to himself as he studied her breasts. "Now, that's some set of boobs."
"Another beer sir?" the bartender inquired.
"Nah. I've got to get to work," he said shoving the photograph back into the file. "If you can call it work," he said tossing a few dollars on the bar and heading towards the door. "Now, let's see," he said glancing at his watch. "The photo shoot is in half an hour. Sure, I can make that without any problem," he said as he reached his car.
"Hell, I don't even know why I bother to dress," he mused as he headed towards Miss. October's condo. "I'm spending more time naked than they are," he smiled, his hand easing over his crotch. "But, then again, I'm having one hell of a good time."
His thoughts drifted back to the photograph in his bag as he roared down the highway. Slowly, he eased the picture out for another look as he waited for the light to turn. "Damn, they sure are huge," he said as blood rushed to his cock. "And those nipples. Shit."
Thinking about the other ladies, his mind drifted as he watched the street signs. "Which one would I want to have a lasting relationship with?" he wondered out loud as he raced down the expressway. "There's not a bad looking lady in the group. And they sure know how to please a man, even though a couple had problems at first."
"Shit, better stop thinking about it or I'll be jacking off in the car," he said, releasing his semi-erect cock. He turned down another service road and pulled up to her condo. The building was impressive. Neatly manicured lawns and flower beds surrounded the two-story brick structure. "Must have more going for her than just those tits," Bert said retrieving his keys and bag.
He shifted his pants, trying to conceal his dick as he headed up the walkway. "Yeah, don't want to get ahead of myself," he said as he stopped at the door. He counted to three and rang the bell.
"Hi. Was just gettin' ready," the blonde said opening the door. Her orange negligee was revealing. "Thought I'd buy this to wear," she said looking at her attire. "After all, I am Miss. October."
"Sure are," Bert said, glancing at her dark nipples as they pressed against the sheer material. "But, ah, most of the ladies have done it without the packaging.
"Hell, this thing doesn't hide anything," she smiled. "And, besides, I want to be different."
"Don't need the negligee for that," Bert admitted as he walked into her condo. "Nice place you've got here."
"Oh, thanks," she said. "A beer?"
"Sure. Sounds fine," he said reaching for his pad. "Ah, I need to ask you a couple of questions for a short story before we get started."
"Get started?" she quizzed.
"Yeah. You know, the photo session," he said easing into a chair.
"Oh. Yeah. That's what I thought you meant," she said with a smile as she walked behind the wet bar and pulled out a beer. "Personally, I never liked this stuff. Just fills you up. Now, a nice glass of white wine," she started as she made her way back to her guest. As she walked, the sheer material parted, revealing her pussy.
Bert looked up from her cunt, accepting the beer. "I suppose that outfit could work out ok."
"I thought you'd feel that way," she grinned easing onto the sofa. "Ok, shoot. I mean, ask your questions."
"Well, I'm sure the readers would like to know why you decided to pose for the calendar," he started.
"Oh, that's real easy. I just moved here. And, I don't really know that many men in Houston. I thought posing for the calendar might provide me some men to pick from," she started, reaching for her half-full glass of wine.
"Men to pick from?" he interrupted.
"Yeah. You know. Men will write in to find out more about me or my address. Then, I'll write back to them, of course using a post office box, and ask for a picture and some information. Then, when I find someone I'd like to meet, I'll send him a note asking him to meet me somewhere for a drink, or something," she said, her finger easing around the rim of the glass.
"Sounds like you've got it all figured out," Bert said, jotting down a couple of more notes. "But, aren't there other ways to meet men in Houston?"
"Sure. But I'm not the type who likes going out. I guess I'm the stay at home with someone special type," she said, relaxing against the arm of the chair.
"And, what brings you to Houston? I mean, after all, wasn't there someone where you came from?"
"There was, but I divorced the bastard," she said, raising her voice. "The guy didn't want me. He just wanted someone pretty to wear on his arm for his friends to see. Hell, the only time we ever did anything or went anywhere was when he wanted to impress a rich friend or associate."
"Well, I guess there's worse things than being rich," Bert suggested, looking at the elaborate furnishings. "A lot worse."
"Hell, you can't sleep with your money. And you get tired of taking things into your own hands. You know what I mean," she said, spreading her legs.
"Sure can't imagine you doing a hand job," Bert said, his eyes drifting down to her cunt. "Sure can't. "
"Well, thanks," she said, spreading her legs even more. "Now, are we ready to get this photo session out of the way."
"Out of the way?"
"Come on, we both know we're hot for the other's body. Am I wrong?"
"Not on my part," Bert admitted reaching for his camera. "Not wrong at all."
"Ok. This sofa ok?" she asked.
"Yeah. Just fine," Bert replied, moving into position. He aimed the lens at the beautiful blonde. "Ok, now ease your legs back up on the chair, but keep your thighs spread. Yeah, show the men your pussy. Let 'em know what's out there for some lucky guy-"
Margo smiled, gently picking up the sheer orange material and draping it over the side of her breast, revealing part of the nipple. "Just in case he's a nipple nut," she said with a wink.
"There's a lot of those around," Bert said, his eyes drifting to the dark surface. "Yeah, there sure are." He bent lower, feeling the blood fill his prick.
Shifting, Margo picked up the glass of wine. "Ok, this about right?"
"Yeah. Just great," he said. Clic. Clic. "Now, twist your waist a little to the right. Ok, just great." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Now, push the negligee back a little. Yeah, show 'em your big tit. Yeah. That's great," he said, his cock straining inside his shorts.
Clic. Clic. Clic.
Margo's eyes drifted from the lens to his crotch. "Damn, I guess you are ready," she said, lifting her eyebrow. She glanced back at the camera, her blue eyes pensive and hot. "Let's pretend we're finished with the camera," she said, pushing the orange material back over her shoulders.
"Good pose. Yeah. Great," Clic. Clic.
"Put the lens cap back on and get naked," she instructed as the negligee slid casually down her back.
"I think we've got a good photograph," Bert said replacing the lens cap and putting the camera back into his bag. Quickly he stripped out of his clothes while the blonde watched.
"Hum. May not need to meet anyone out there," she smiled as he pushed his underwear to the floor. "No, that's for sure. "
"Hope you like big dicks," Bert said, his fingers easing over the cockhead.
"Won't make much difference," Margo said relaxing back on the chair. "Now, what about those nipple freaks out there?"
Bert dropped to his knees in front of the lady. He grabbed her tits, roughly spreading the nipples under his fingers. Leaning forward, his tongue explored the right nipple. The sensitive tip came alive as he swirled around the smooth skin. He toyed with the point, gently capturing it between his teeth.
"Come on, suck my tits," Margo said. She cupped her right boob and the back of his head, pulling Bert into her tit.
Bert bit harder as her hand forced his face against her breast. He released the tip, sucking more of her nipple inside. His tongue lashed across the point before exploring the surrounding area.
"Yeah. You like nipples," she smiled, releasing her hold. Her hand eased down his waist, locating his cock.
Bert raised his body, giving the lady a better angle as her fingers slid down the underside. Her hand cupped his nuts as he abused her nipple.
"Damn big dick," she observed, turning her head to the side to get a better view. "Yeah, real big," she added as her finger slid over the cockhead. "Seem to be gettin' ready," she smiled as the pre-cum coated her fingers.
"Always ready for a pretty lady," Bert said, his chest rising faster as his hand found her pussy. She purred as his finger penetrated the opening, pressing past the second knuckle.
"Huuummmm, you're all ready for this," she said, her hand easing up and down the length of his cock. "Yeah, it's big alright."
"And it wants to fuck you real bad," he said as a second finger joined the first. "Yeah, real bad."
Margo spread her legs wider, easing her hips lower in the chair. "Then, why are you fingers in my pussy instead of your dick?"
Bert quickly removed his fingers and rose higher on his knees. Aiming his cock at her opened pussy, he moved closer. Their eyes met as the crown felt the membrane close around the base.
"Huuummm. Now, this feels better than a finger," she said, reaching for his cock. Her fingers circled the shaft as it inched closer. "Uuuuuggghhhh, this is a big dick."
Bert cupped her tits, roughly turning the oversized breasts between his fingers as she guided his cock inside. He eased up on his knees, burying the next couple of inches.
"Ooohhh. I wasn't going to let you do this," she said, her head rolling from side to side as he pushed deeper. "I was going to watch you jack off while I did the same," she purred. "But, I haven't been with a guy with a big dick."
"Sure would have been a waste," Bert observed, bending over and biting her nipple as he hunched forward. The move forced his cock to the hilt. He ground his hips, feeling the pubic hair mingle with his own as his tongue swirled around her nipple.
"Ooohhh. Oh, yes," she said, her head falling back. The move sent the blonde hair over the back of the chair. Her fingers closed tighter around the base of his shaft as he removed several inches then buried them in one shove. "Oh, yes."
Bert released her tits. He grabbed the back of her legs, steadying her body as his hips shoved against hers. Her boobs bounced as he removed a few inches then fell against her body.
"Oh, yes," she mumbled, her head rolling back and forth over the back of the chair. "Oh, yes, fuck me. Make love to me. Shove that big dick inside my pussy."
"That's what I'm doing," Bert said, a grin easing over his face as he improved his angle. His cock split her pussy with ease. His hips swayed, reaming her cunt with his rod.
"Damn, this is a real treat," she gasped as he fell against her. "Ooohhhh. I knew I couldn't resist when I saw it," she said, her fingers gripping the base tighter as he plunged to the hilt.
Bert watched his rod as he fucked her. The base stretched the outside walls as he pierced her cunt. "Yeah. Would hate to think of your fingers working this over while I played with my own," he grunted, spearing the hole.
"Like I said," she said, her fingers squeezing her tits, "I couldn't resist after I saw that cock."
"I'm glad. Because I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw your picture," he admitted, his cock driving to the base.
His hips slapped against hers as his dick filled her insides. He changed his pace, rocking his hips to and fro, sending his cock even deeper.
"Oh, yes, fuck me," she purred.
Bert increased the tempo. His hips were slamming against hers, causing her body to bounce under the assault. His cock speared her pussy, abusing the hole as he stuffed her with meat. He looked at her oversized nipples as his lingers gripped the back of her legs. "Yeah. Those are some tits."
"And that's some dick," she moaned, his cock splitting her legs. "Oooohhhhh, yes."
Bert fucked her long and hard. The sound of his hips slamming against her cunt filled the room. Her moans were getting louder as he slowed his pace, trying to keep from shooting until the lady was closer.
"Oooohhhhh, you're thoughtful," she grunted. "That other bastard would have gotten off and left."
"I'm not that other bastard," he said, the sweat dripping down his nose as his unrelenting dick split her pussy. He felt the channel hugging his rod, signaling her impending climax.
"Don't slow down, it's been too long," she whimpered, pulling him forward with the base of his cock. "Fill me with cum. Get me there," she , pleaded.
Picking up the pace, Bert slammed to the hilt, his cock penetrating her gut. The shaking fingers held his dick in place as he withdrew all but the head before plunging to the base.
"Aaaauuuggghhh. Oooooohhhhhh, shit," Margo cried out. She dropped her head against the back of the chair. The blonde hair cascaded over the side as she rolled from side to side. Her legs trembled under his hand as he buried his pole.
"Get ready, it's my turn," he said, his jerking cock sliding effortless inside. His toes tingled as his balls pulled against his rod. His nostrils flared as the milk mingled with hers, deep inside her gut.
"Ooooohhhh. Aaauuuggghhh, yes," she whimpered, her body going limp as his cock disappeared.
Bert increased the pace, forcing his cock to the hilt then back. The walls of her cunt closed around his cockhead, trying to keep him inside as the white substance filled the channel.
"Oh, yes," she encouraged, raising her body. Her fingers kept the base of his pole captive as he fell against her.
"I'm still going," he said, his hips pulling back a few inches, then, plunging forward.
"I know. I can tell," she smiled, their eyes meeting. "Enjoy the rest of the ride."
Bert smiled as the last of his load emptied deep inside. He slowed his pace as their lips met. "Sure would have hated cleaning all that off the carpet," he admitted.
"So would I," she smiled. "So would I."
"Well, Bert, gettin' close to the end of the calendar shoot," he observed as he pulled up the driveway. "Only have Miss. November and Miss. December left, then it's on to whatever Janet has in store for me at Bare Essence." He turned off the ignition and reached for his keys. "I guess I may as well enjoy the fun while I can."
Heisting the strap higher on his shoulder, he took a deep breath and headed up the walkway. He started to ring the bell when he discovered a note on the door.
"We're around back," Bert read to himself. "We're?" he questioned as he walked quietly down the vine-covered path to the privacy fence. He pulled the latch, making sure that it didn't provide a sound as he pushed the gate back. Taking another deep breath, he proceeded towards the back.
As he turned the corner, he found Miss. November, Pamela Bevins, sun bathing next to the pool. Her nude body glistened under the afternoon sun. Her perfect tan was broken by a couple of white spots around her big nipples and around her crotch. "Must sun in one of those skimpy outfits," he observed silently as he watched her spread suntan oil over her body.
Pamela squirted some more between her fingers. Slowly and deliberately, she massaged her tits. The white substance coated her nipples as she played with the excited points. She moaned as her hand worked towards her pussy. The coated fingers slid over the patch of hair, spreading the lotion as she went. Her thick brown curls cascaded down her back as she tilted her head. The lady had dark brown eyes and was wearing lipstick and earrings.
"Must be gettin' ready for me," he said, feeling the blood fill his cock as the finger penetrated her cunt. "Yeah, all nice and ready. " He started to make his presence known when a young man walked out of the house.
"I don't know if this calendar idea was such a good one," he said walking over to the brunet. He handed her a coke then glanced around the pool. "After all, this view has been mine alone for so long."
Bert sized the man. He was around six feet tall. His hair was thick and sandy and a neatly trimmed mustache framed his mouth. Clad in a skimpy bathing suit, his body was dark and muscular. Light patches of hair covered his chest and legs.
"Look, we've always had this thing about each of us doing what we wanted," Pamela said looking at her apparent boyfriend. "And, this is something that I want to do. Call it crazy if you want. It's just that I don't want to wake up at fifty and decide that I really did want to try this back when I was younger. "
"Yeah. Might be a little late then," he said, his eyes studying her body. "But I can't imagine you anything but beautiful, even at fifty."
"Now, that's sweet," she said as her hand cupped the back of his leg. "Now, why don't you peel that bathing suit off and get a tan the way you usually do."
"Nah. I think I should wait until that wimp gets here and gets the pictures first. After all, a lot of those guys are more interested in what I've got between my legs than that cunt of yours," he said, a smile easing over his face.
"Sure. That's what you think. Any man who saw my pussy would forget all about that little dick of yours," she said, easing her fingers between her cunt.
"Make you think little dick," the man said shoving his bathing suit to the ground. As he straightened, his circumcised cock jutted from his thighs. The rod was straight and hard. Slowly the man eased his fingers up and down the length as the pretty lady watched.
Bert felt a stirring in his stomach as he watched the two. He knew this was a private moment, but he also had to admit that he was getting turned on by the couple. "Yeah, saying I'd be interested in his dick more than her pussy," he whispered to himself. "Dumb shit."
"Might have time for a quick one," she suggested as the lotion-coated finger circled his cock. "After all, I think it's still a little early."
"Yeah. And they're usually late," he said, his chest rising as she toyed with the crown.
Pamela pulled him closer as she spread her legs. "Now, are you goin' to worry about someone seeing us or having some fun?"
"The only thing I'm looking at is you," he said, dropping to his knees. He eased his frame over hers, aiming his cock at her cunt.
The lady spread her pussy, waiting for his rod as it slipped between her legs. "Oooooohhhhhh," she voiced her approval.
"Not so little, huh?" he asked, his buttocks flexing as he gently lowered his body. The suntan lotion coated his shaft as he removed a couple of inches before shoving back to the hilt.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she whimpered, his body covering hers.
Bert studied the man's cock as it slammed in and out of her cunt. His own dick strained for release as he watched the unrelenting pole penetrate her insides. "Damn, shit," he mumbled, "I should have said something."
The man put his hands to her side, improving his angle as he shoved his hips forward. Her body moved across the towel as he filled her insides. "Still say I'm little?"
"Fuck me, Keith. Oooooohhhhh," she gasped. Her fingers reached for his nipples. She twisted and tugged on his tits as he rammed his pole between her legs.
Bert slid his fingers over his own hard rod. His tongue slid between his lips as the lotion-coated cock was thrust in and out of her cunt. "A three-way might be nice," he said, his fingers locating his crown. "Yeah, she's still got her mouth."
Keith flexed his ass again, slamming forward. His dick jerked to the side, missing the channel as he raised his body. Sweat trickled down his back as he rode the lady, his cock sliding inside her cunt as though it were soft butter.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she groaned, rolling her head from side to side. She released his nipples and grabbed her own. Her fingers spread over the tips, toying and exciting the points as he shoved his body against hers. "Oooohhhhh, Keith."
"Should get some pictures of this," Bert mumbled. "Ole Janet would like these." He reached for his camera, quietly unzipping the bag. He removed the lens cap and tried to steady his hand for a couple of clear shots of the pair. Focusing, he envied Keith as his meat stuffed her pussy. He looked at the man's pole then clicked off several pictures.
"Did you hear something?" Pamela asked, glancing in Bert's direction.
"Probably the cat from next doors," Keith said, keeping his stride as he forced his cock between her thighs. He ground his hips against hers, opening the stretched hole even more.
Bert replaced the lens and slid it back into his bag. He remained quiet and in place as Pamela turned her attention back to Keith. As she did, Bert slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching inside his jockey shorts, he gently removed his hard cock. "Yeah, you're enjoying this," he said as his hand slid up and down its length.
Keith turned his head to the side, using a trick Bert had learned to slow down his climax.
"It had better be faster this time," Pamela suggested, her fingers pulling at her nipples. "After all, we've got that photo session."
"Fuck the photo session, and fuck him," Keith grunted as his battering ram filled her insides. "Yeah, he'd probably like that."
"Shit, you and your generalizations," Pamela smiled. She spread her legs as his hips slapped against hers.
Bert picked up the tempo. His hand raced up and down his rod as he watched Keith fuck the lady. His fingers stopped at the head before slamming back to the hilt. "Stupid bastard," he mumbled.
The suntan lotion coated Pamela's body. As Keith slammed forward, it made a slurping noise. Bert knew the sound, realizing that Pamela was climaxing.
"Uuuuummmmm, oh, Keith," she groaned, her head rolling across the beach towel. "Oooooh hhhhh."
"Not far behind, baby," he said as his rod speared her cunt. His unsteady pace signaled his closeness as he pushed her body with his hips.
Bert increased his pace. His hand was a blur as he raced up and down his cock. His tongue slid between his lips as he studied Keith's rod. He pretended it belonged to him and that he was fucking the beautiful brunet.
"Uuuummmm," Pamela cried out. Her body squirmed under his, accepting his cock with ease as her hand slid over his back. She grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling his body forward.
"Damn, real fuckin' close," Keith groaned as he slammed home. His pace was jerky as his body stiffened.
Bert knew the feeling. His body was responding to his own load as the cum spit from his piss slit and coated a shrub. The sticky substance coated his fingers as they raced back to the patch of hair. He wanted to moan, to cry out as the next round of bullets hit the target.
Pamela gripped Keith's ass, her fingers digging into his butt as he guided his shooting rod between her thighs. "Uuuuummm, Keith."
"Oh, shit, damn," Keith cursed, raising his head as his cum-coated meat was withdrawn, then hammered back to the base. "Ooohhh, baby."
Bert slowed his hand, allowing the cum to coat the bright green leaves as the couple by the pool enjoyed their climax. "Only way to do it," he whispered to himself as he shook his rod, trying to rid himself of a few more drops of cum.
Keith fell on her body, their lips meeting. Their tongues explored the other's as Bert reluctantly forced his cock back inside his shorts.
"Damn, you're something else," Keith smiled as he broke contact. "Now, I'm not so sure I want to share you with all those other men."
"Now, come on Keith," she said, her face flushed with pleasure, "we've already talked about this."
"Ah, look, if this is a bad time," Bert blurted, moving closer to the couple. "I could come back later."
"Oh, shit," Keith said pulling his cum-coated rod free. "You talk about your bad timing."
"No, bad timing would have been a few minutes ago," Bert said., glancing at the lady. "I did wait for you to have your moment."
"You mean you watched us?" Keith asked angrily as he got to his feet.
"Look, I was scheduled to be here fifteen minutes ago, and I was. It's not my fault that you couldn't wait until after the session. I'm just doing what I'm paid to do," Bert said, ready to take the boyfriend on if necessary.
"He's right Keith," Pamela said getting to her feet and stepping between the men. "Look, we just r got carried away. Spur of the moment," she smiled as she glanced at Bert, then at Keith. "You can ignore him. He has this picture of photographers in his head, and it's hard to convince him that they're not all after his body."
"For what?" Bert questioned.
"Fuck you," Keith said turning and walking over to his bathing suit.
"Sure you can get it up again?" Bert teased. "Wise ass," Keith replied, pulling his suit up and over his semi-erect dick.
"A sense of humor, I like that," Pamela admitted as her eyes met Bert's. "But, you should have joined us. I've always wanted to try a three-way. And, I think Keith has too."
"Not with another fuckin' dick. I was talking about another lady," he said as he reached for his drink.
"Should think of the lady's preferences from time to time," Bert suggested.
"Yeah, that's right," she smiled. "How about a drink before the photographs. Besides, I need to clean off before you take the pictures."
"Sure. A beer sounds great," Bert admitted. "Look, neither of us are doing anything later in case you'd like to stick around," she whispered. "You know, for that three-way."
"Sure thing," Bert smiled, glancing back at Keith. "As long as I don't end up fucking your boyfriend. "
"I think that's the last of your worries," Pamela giggled. "But, you might have to watch your own rear end."
"Now, that should be the last of your worries," Bert smiled, following the beautiful brunet as they walked inside.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Damn, Janet," Bert smiled as he finished off his beer. "They should arrest you for pornography." He glanced at the photograph of the beautiful blonde the publisher had selected as Miss. December. "Holly Griffin," he said shaking his head, "I guess I should have figured as much." Looking to his right, he located the large white stucco home of his next model. "Some pretty lady, though," he said as he pulled into the driveway.
He picked up his bag and walked past Holly's expensive sports car. "Now, it wouldn't take much imagination on my part to figure out how she affords all of this," he mumbled as he made his way to the front door.
"Sorta hate to see this assignment come to an end," he added as he rang the bell. He shifted his bag nervously, waiting for the lady. His wait was short lived as the door was opened.
"Hello," the blonde started, a smile flashing across her face. "They're making photographers a lot better looking than when I did my first spread. "
"Thanks," Bert said walking into the house. "You've done this before then?"
"Not in the buff, but I've posed for dozens of agency and ad stills. You know, the usual 'does she or doesn't she' sorta stuff," she explained. She turned her head, sending the long wavy curls over the dark green silk blouse.
"So, why did you decide to pose for the calendar?" he asked as he retrieved his pad.
"Oh, I don't know," she started as she glanced around the elaborately furnished living room. "I suppose I've done about everything I've wanted to do. And, the idea of posing for the calendar interested me. After all, it was something different."
"So, I suppose you're saying that you decided to pose for the calendar because you were bored?" he questioned sitting down on the sofa.
"Oh, no," she said, a smile easing over her beautiful face. "I've never been bored. It's just that there's lots to do and so little time to do it in."
"I suppose you're right," Bert said, rubbing his shoulder.
"Got a problem with the shoulder?" she asked, her deep blue eyes shifting to his hand.
"It's nothing, just a little sore," he explained. "I guess I did it yesterday when I was doing another session."
"Hum, she must have been some athletic lady," she said, raising her left eyebrow.
"Well, her boyfriend was also in a few of the photos," he added as a grin eased over his face. "But, really, it was a good session."
"Were talking about photographing?" she inquired.
"Well, for starters."
"I'm can give a pretty mean massage. After we get through with the session, I'd like to give that sore muscle a try," she said as her fingers eased down the front of her blouse.
"You really don't have to," Bert said, removing his hand.
"It would be my pleasure," she winked as her fingers unbuttoned her blouse. "I guess I've got to get rid of this to pose."
"Yeah. Would be kinda hard to pose in the nude with your clothes on," Bert said, his eyes drifting with the fingers. Blood rushed to his cock as he eyed the cleavage.
Holly got to her feet. As she stood, the silk material fell from her shoulders. Her breasts were full and flawless. Each perfect mound was capped by a large cone shaped nipple. The points were aimed at Bert.
The photographer studied her tits as she unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. He shifted nervously on the sofa, trying to conceal his half erect cock.
"Well, will I do?" she questioned.
"Yeah. You'll do nicely," Bert said, shoving his pad back inside the bag. He unzipped the side and grabbed his camera. As he looked up, Holly had walked closer. Her tempting nipples were only inches from his mouth. He studied her tits, then glanced up at the pretty lady. "I'm a real nipple freak," he admitted.
"Good. Because I'm into tit action," she smiled, spreading her legs. "And whatever else that might happen to come up later."
"Is there some place you'd like to do this?" he questioned.
"I don't have any special place," she said, her fingers sliding over the front of her nipples. As she did, her boobs bounced in front of the photographer.
Bert glanced at her tits before their eyes met again. "I was talking about the photographs, first. "
"Then, let's get it done," she said, releasing her tits. "Because I'd also like to look at that shoulder."
"Anyplace you'd like to use," Bert said, aware of his bulging cock as he got to his feet. "Let's see, you are Miss. December."
"Yeah. So, I suppose it should be some place with a wintry look. Ah, how about in front of the fireplace?"
"Too hot to light it," Bert observed. "Wouldn't happen to have one of those red felt caps that some of Santa's helpers use?"
"Sure. I wore one for a beer commercial. You know, where about a dozen of us ladies are grouped around Santa as he sits on this sleigh filled with beer," she said exiting.
"Santa sitting on a sleigh filled with beer?" Bert questioned. "Now, what kind of message are we giving the children of today?"
"A lot better message than they're picking up on the streets," she said as she reentered the room. "Besides, I thought it was cute."
"Must have been," Bert admitted, looking at the red velvet cap with white trim. It set neatly on top of her head with a white pom-pom to the side. The blonde curls spread over her shoulders and across her breast.
"I'll use the sofa," she said, moving across the overstuffed cushions as Bert stepped to the side. She stretched over its length, her hair covered her back as she moved into position. She turned to Bert, propping her body up with her right shoulder. The mood was pensive as she looked into the lens. The right nipple was pressed against the soft material and the left was aimed at the camera.
"Good shot," Bert said dropping to his knees. He focused. "Yeah. You can tell you've done this before. " Clic. Clic. "Ok, now push some of the hair back from your face. Good. That's real good." Clic. Clic. Clic. "Ok, raise your body a little more. Great." Clic. Clic. "Now, maybe turn your hips more towards me. Ok." Clic. Clic.
Bert studied her nipple, then her pussy as he took a couple of more photographs. His cock was straining against his jockey shorts as his eyes focused on the small patch of blonde hair. "I guess they'd know that you didn't if they saw your pussy."
"That's true," she said, her tongue easing between her lips. "But, not everyone out there buying hair color is going to buy a calendar to look at my pussy. "
"I guess that's true too," Bert said, reaching for his lens cap. "I think I've got some good shots. If not, I can always come back."
"Presuming aren't you?" she said lifting her body from the sofa.
"Don't we all?" he asked as he placed his camera back in the bag and zipped the side. He slipped out of his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Not a man to wait around," she said, sitting back on her knees. She ran her fingers over her tits, stopping at the nipples. The tips circled the points, exciting the sensitive flesh as their eyes met.
"And it's not as though you weren't sending any messages to that effect," he grinned as he tossed his shirt to the side and reached for his belt. "Besides, you said something about massaging this shoulder."
* * *
"What are the ladies like?" Janet inquired.
"Well, they're all beautiful. But, then again, you've been able to see that from their photographs," Bert started. "I think Bare Essence did a whale of a job in coming up with their calendar girls this year."
"No virgins or lesbians in the lot?" she asked, glancing at some of the photographs.
"No virgins, I'm sure of that," Bert smiled. "As to sexual preferences, I'd have to say all twelve seemed pretty pleased having sex with a man."
"Yeah, you. I could tell that from the stack of notes out front. I guess the only call I received was from Miss. April," Janet said hunting for her photograph.
"Blake Edwards," he said.
"Now, how in the hell did you do that?" Janet quizzed.
"Do what?"
"I couldn't remember the damn girl's name, and you pull it out of the air like it was nothing. And that, knowing you've fucked every damn one of 'em," she said, locating the photograph.
"I didn't fuck 'em all," he teased. "A couple went for other things. But, I plan to follow up. You know, make sure they fuck as well as they suck," he teased as he shifted in the chair.
"I'm sure that you will," Janet said, lifting her eyebrow. "Well, anyway, this Miss. April. I mean, Blake Edwards, called. Seems as though she was worried about being paid. I was about to give her the runaround when I read what you'd written about her reasons for doing the calendar. Hell, I've been in this damn business so long that I forget there are young ladies out there that really need the money," she said getting to her feet.
"Did you send her a check?" Bert quizzed.
"I'm a lot of things," Janet said sitting on the edge of her desk, "but I've always been honest and I've always paid my bills. I had a messenger deliver her check the next day. But, some boyfriend signed the receipt."
"He's the one that's helpin' her get by," Bert explained. "Maybe the two of them can work out some of her problems."
"Now, sounds like you've gotten to know the young ladies pretty well."
"Well enough to say I'd be happy to spend time with any of them, even Blake," he said, shifting his view to her cunt. "And, I seem to remember you saying something about dipping your pen in the company ink. Or, my pen."
"Yeah, did say that," she said getting to her feet. "And I know you're bound to be good from all those damn messages. A man who can fuck like you, must be one of the wonders of the universe. And the universe is pretty big from what I hear on the TV shows."
"Only one way to find out," Bert said, aware of his cock pressing against his slacks. It seemed it was already ready for another go, no matter how recently the previous one had been,.
"Since you're up," she teased, glancing at his crotch, "why don't you lock the door?"
* * *
"Come on cowboy, ride ole Janet," she said, squirming on the desk. Her clothes were off and her tits had just been given a firm workout. "Just put your feet in the stirrups and ride."
A grin eased over Bert's face as he withdrew several inches then slowly guided them back inside. He repeated the motion, only increasing the pace. Looking up, their eyes met as his hips pressed against hers. "You're some lady," he said.
"And you're some cowboy," she said, her tongue outlining her upper lip as he removed his cock before shoving it forward. "Huuuummm, yeah, ride me. Fuck me."
Bert increased the tempo. His ass flexed as he thrust his cock deep inside her gut. He glanced down at his rod, watching it spread her pussy as he filled her with his hard meat. The red patch of pubic hair mingled with his dark curls as he penetrated her cunt time and time again.
Janet lay back further on the desk, circling his body with her legs as his unrelenting cock abused her body. She moaned and groaned, rolling her head from side to side as his hips thrust forward, sending his rod between her legs. "Yeah, cowboy," she encouraged, her face flushed with excitement as the big dick plunged to the base.
Bert ran his hands over her breasts, spreading the dark skin with his fingers. He roughly tugged and twisted the excited points, feeling the skin turn between his fingers.
"Hum, I like that," she moaned.
"Which?" he asked, removing his cock and ramming it back home.
"Him, guess," she teased. Her feet dangled in the air as his hips slammed against hers. She tried to encase him with her legs, but the pace was too fast, too long as he buried his rod between her legs with a resounding squish.
"I could do this all day," Bert admitted, bending over and kissing her nipple.
"We'd never get any work done, then," she said, lifting her head. Their eyes met as his teeth captured her nipple. "But, then, I've always felt that work was overrated," she moaned as he bit down gently on the excited flesh.
Bert straightened, their eyes meeting as his hands gripped her hips. He held her immobile as he increased his pace, removing his cock before shoving it back to the hilt. Her pussy stretched, accepting his oversized pole as it filled her gut.
"Hhhhuuummmmm," she gasped, her body stiffening as the unrelenting dick split her pussy. "Oooohhhhhhh, get ready for the company ink," she groaned, raising her head from the desk.
"Thought you wanted to enjoy the ride?" he quizzed, picking up the tempo. The lips of her cunt hugged his rod as it plunged to the base. The sticky white cream coated the veined shaft as it crammed the warm cavity.
"Huuummmm, what do you think I've been doing," she said, her voice raspy as she grabbed her tits. Roughly, she pulled and twisted her nipples, repeating his earlier moves. "Huuuummmmm, this always helps," she admitted.
"I'll have to remember that," Bert said, his nose flaring as his ass flexed. His toes curled and his balls shriveled, signaling his own load. "Well, may as well get some more company ink," Bert announced.
"Fill me up, cowboy," she groaned. Lifting her head, she glanced down at his huge pole as it split the walls of her cunt. "Yeah, shoot ole Janet with your bullets. Fill me up with lead."
Bert pushed her legs higher and over his shoulders. His hands gripped her thighs as his spurting cock pummeled the opening. His cum-coated dick slipped between her legs as though it were whipped cream. The sticky substance spread over their pubic hairs, matting the curly patches as he battered her pussy.
"Uuuummm, oh," she cried out softly, rolling her head from side to side. Her fingers cupped her tits, squeezing the nipples with her fingers as the outside walls of her cunt squeezed his dick.
"Uuummm," Bert groaned, his chest rising faster as he penetrated her insides. The membrane closed around his meat, forcing the skin back as he withdrew. His spurting dick thrust forward, sending another load of bullets into her gut.
"Huuuummm, ohhhh, Bert," she purred, her body relaxing back on the desk top as his cock jammed her cunt. She rolled her head, her tongue easing over her lips as she softly ran her fingers over her excited nipples. "Hhhuuuummm, cowboy." Bert slowed his pace, his spent cock still assaulting her pussy as she lay back. The contented look on her face echoed her approval as he continued to fuck her.
