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   [M/F, almost anal, Romance?, voyeur]

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   -- MORE THAN JUST PICTURES

   My heart thudded almost painfully in my chest as I opened the door to my
car to get out.  The cool spring air chilled my calves as I stood between
the door and the car.  I grabbed everything I was going to need for the
next few hours: keys, purse, and of course the special entertainment bag.
That bag, one of those elaborately decorated gift bags, contained a little
surprise for my activities here today.  Believing I had gotten everything,
I locked the car up, slammed the door shut, and proceed at a quick, giddy
pace through the parking lot to the corner glass door of a non-descrypt ,
maybe four or five story building.  Beside the door existed the average
apartment style paging system.  I Pressed number 11 on keypad and the
intercom system crackled to life.

   "Digital Offer Photography and Entertainment, or D.O.P.E.  for short. 
How can we help you?" a feminine voice clicked through the speaker.

   "Your 1 pm is here, " I say, practically shaking.  Part of me just
wanted run back to the car, slam on the accelerator and get the fuck away
from here.  The other part was already too excited, tingling with erotic
pleasure for what is about to take place.

   "Of course, come on in, " the speaker cracked again, followed by the
faint buzzing sound of the electronic door lock being released.

   Quivering, I grasped the cold metal handle that was door to the
building. "Last change to turn back ..  " I said to myself.  "But he has
done so much for me already.  I owe him this." I force myself to
confidently move through the door, proceeding to take the stairway up three
floors to where the studio lies.

   Relieved finally to be up the stairs.  I walk around a corner pointed to
by a sign worded "Reception".  The waiting room itself was somewhat bland:
a well used but comfortable chair on one side, and a stubby collection of
dutiful plastic chairs on another.  A desk was positioned beside the
hallways that led into the various studios.  Beside the desk was just an
average coat rack from which the receptionist was pulling her coat from.

   I could feel the eyes of the receptionist eyes on me the second I was in
the room.  She gave that same look most men give me as I walk by them: the
once over.  She has a lovely rounded face with a button for a nose, small
ears and long, dark, brown hair.  Her clothing struck me as funny, though,
because of the cooler weather in the area.  A skimpy and revealing black
halter top joined at the hips with a too short skirt and tall, black
leather high heel boots.

   Is this girl for real?  What is she sizing me up for?

   Either way, it didn't matter.  "Tony!  I'm gone for lunch.  And your
next appointment is in!" she yells out.  Smoothly she clothes herself in
her coat, pulls her purse from a desk drawer, and prances off to the
stairwell.  Was that a tattoo on her back?

   "OK.  Be there in a minute," Tony shouts back through the hallway.

   Glad to have a minute to reprieve, I take the next time to quell my
thundering heartbeat and relax.  That is, until suddenly rugged looking man
with yet chizzled good looks appeared in the doorway, complete with pure,
short blonde hair; thin, beaded ponytail on his right side; broad shoulders
and strong arms.  Dressed in the standard plain white t-shirt and jeans,
his body is well rounded but not heavy by any means.  "You're ..  uh..  "
his surprising tight yet full lips speak.

   "Lisa, " I replied.

   "And you wanted the ...  ?"

   "The bedroom studio, please, " I replied again, getting irritated.

   "Oh, right-right, " he smiles pleasantly, remembering now.  "Come this
way, please.  Don't be shy.."

   With that, his body turns away from me, heading back the way he came in.
I hesitate only for a moment, biting my lower lip while gladly watching is
ass lead the way.  Yup, this guy is defiantly a blonde.

   We walked a ways toward the back part of the building passing a couple
of doors, followed a right angle turn to the left, passing a few more doors
along the way until stopping at one.  "Ever been in a place like this?" he
asks as he opens the door and we go inside.

   "Never, " I say, nervous all over again.  But still watching his ass, I
follow him in.

   "You're in for a real treat, " he explains to me.  "I've never had a
client yet that wasn't happy with a set I took in here." he turns to me.

   "Is that so?" I questioned, my eyes reluctantly return to his grinning
face.

   "Yup, " he answered happily as if my question needed it.  Then his face
turned serious.  "You are not to touch the photographic equipment.  That
includes everything over there, " pointing to the mounds of lights,
trollies, and a table full of different cameras and lenses.

   "But, anywhere else is fine, "he said, His big grin widening.  He, too,
gave me the once-over.  Like a soft caress of fingertips his eyes created a
ripple from my ankles to my hips to my breasts and back again.  "As you can
see, we've got a oriental screen in the corner there.  There's a chair and
a clothes rack behind it, too, so you can change behind that if you need
to. And in front," he turns, and my eyes follow the direction he is facing.
"Against the far wall is a set of sorts, much like you would see in tv
shows.  On a raised floor was a modern bedroom suite.  The floor itself was
covered in industrial style grey carpet, that looked it could stand many
more years of use.  There was a main, polished pine in colour, 6 drawer,
long dresser with attached mirror.  Two night stands surrounding the
king-size bed; lamps crowning each one.  The bed itself was made very
nicely, a white bed skirt at the base accented politely with what seemed to
be a large, white feather down comforter.  The comforter was folded at just
the right spot, revealing a pair of large fluffy white pillows ripe for
taking a nap on.

   "I'll need a few minutes to get ready," he said nonchalantly.

   I stayed rooted to the spot, so nervous now I was unable to move. 
Besides, I wasn't exactly sure was I was supposed to do.

   He spoke again after a few minutes, eyes and hands busy with camera
adjustments.  "Not to rush you, but this is my time you're paying for, so
the sooner I can get you on stage , the less expensive this will be for
you. Feel free to use the privacy screen if you'd like to get changed."

   Upon hearing his suggestion, I delicately make my way back to the
privacy curtain, coat, bag, purse and all to peel off my excess clothing to
the lingerie I was wearing underneath.

   It was a two piece Japanese silk set.  Which was good cause otherwise
any other material would have made me itch like crazy.  More see-thru than
white, the first piece used soft, thin shoulder straps to just the point
where my cleavage begins.  The edges of the lace made from the same
material of the straps, and began a shallow cut over my chest then snug
into deep V-like grove.  This grove was laced up and tied in a bow, making
sure my boobs don't fall out if I bend down.  A flower, stem, and leaf
pattern concealed my nipples just barely.  The second piece was also a
white laced thong, with the same flower-leaf-stem pattern covering my lower
private area, and of course thongs don't cover ass cheeks.

   So actually, the whole outfit was king of the uncomfortable. 
Fortunately it wasn't going to be on much longer.  Leaving everything else
behind the privacy screen, I grab my entertainment bag and make my way
slowly over to the bed, studying my rugged photographer carefully.

   I was watching for the expression in his face when he finally looked up.
I saw one of his eyebrows raise and a faint smile of appreciation.

   "Welcome" he said, as if for the very first time.  Noticing the bag, he
said, "I see you've come well prepared.  This outfit is absolutely
flattering on you.  " he paused a moment.  Did he just lick his lips?  "So
if you don't mind, I would love to take some pictures in various poses.. 
But before we begin, I often recommend to have music quietly running in the
background ..  it helps to take the edge off, if you know what I mean.  Is
there anything in particular you like to listen to?  I have various
compilations available..."

   "Easy listening, " I stammered, still very nervous.

   "Easy listening it is, then.." His voice trailed off as he fiddled on
the table to select a music disc from and place it into the portable boom
box.  A light, relaxing lovesong began pouring out of the speakers.  "I'm
going to turn on the flood lights now, so just relax, and be yourself.  Why
not give yourself a stretch out?  Lets get that blood flowing" he winks as
he brings the camera up to his face for the first shot.

   Heh, I bet he just to see my breasts lift up.  Well, it is what I am
here for, isn't it?  I stuck out my chest, pulled my arms back and
gradually lifted them above my shoulders and over my head.  Of course, the
camera of his was a blur of clicks and wheers.

   "Yeah, lets see that beautiful smile!" he encouraged.

   I almost burst of laughing, had difficulty styfulling the giggle fit. 
"Aw hey, come on now" he said.  "You were doing great.  Here now, why not
go for a serious look?" He says as he gives me an example of what he's
looking for.  Wow - quite sexy.

   "Okay," I answered, copying the pose.

   "Perfect, " he practically purred, in a whirl of picture taking action.
Side shot.  Under shoot.  From behind shot.  When I turn to face him again,
I am amazed to discover a bulge in his pants.  My smile broadens at the
sight and a very weak moan escaped from my lips.

   I did smell his aftershave as he came over to me, the exciting way a man
should smell.  Softly he said "Why don't you ah..  begin to take of some of
this..  " he tenderly touches my shoulder where the strap of the lingerie
is.  I shiver unexpectedly upon the feeling of his fingertip.  "Slowly.."
he whispers in my ear.  Tight lipped (trying not to let out a moan), I nod
in agreement as he returns to picture taking position.

   Slyly, giving him another series of poses, I lower one of my shoulders
straps to the side.  I also undo the bow on the front of the outfit that
keeps my boobs in place, and let it loose enough so that my top can be
easily removed.  He takes pictures of it all, seemingly growing harder
every passing second.  He nods and winks at me - did he just bite his lower
lip?  He lifts a hand up, as if to tell me to remove the top.  And he just
presses down the shutter button now, camera taking a picture every second,
as my top pulls my breasts up, higher and then to a resting position as the
top comes completely off.  I am forced to shake my head, to fix my hair.

   Topless now, he approaches me again.  "Now if you could just ..  " his
voice trails off, as if he is trying to come up with some excuse to touch
my tits.  "lift these up?  By both using your hands and if you could, ah ..
" he coos, maneuvering his thumbs and forefinger onto my nipples, pulling
me toward him ever so slightly, and using the nipples to support and lift
my breasts up.  "Do this as well, it'd be really hot.."

   I let out moan of absolute pleasure, and mouthed the words "Don't stop!"
to him.  He missed it though, or did he?  He lovingly flicked the nipples
with his fingers before he left to continue to take pictures.  His hands
seemed unsteady for a professional photographer after this point, but I
obliged and gave him poses for the shots he desired.

   "You're incredible, " he stammered, almost unable to form the words.  He
puts down his camera.  "You make me just want wanna .."

   "Come here, you fool" I smiled as I grabbed his white T-shirt, pulled
him toward me, brought his mouth onto mine into a deep kiss.  I shivered
from the sensation, and felt myself getting wet below.  The heat from the
flood lamps inflaming our lusty desires, our tongues found themselves lost
in a tingling embrace.  My hands wandered their way underneath his shirt,
lifted it up to discover a smooth clean chest.  I pressed my tits into that
chest, and I watched as his brow furrowed, his eyes closed, his lips part
open just enough to let loose a moan of sheer lusty enjoyment.  "No
question, "I think to myself.  "Another tit-man." We broke the kiss briefly
so I could completely remove his shirt, but my lips were still tingling
from the kiss.

   The shirt - now fully in one hand, which I glided across the bed - let
slip onto the floor.  The other hand grabbed his ass and the deep
passionate kiss resumed.  His tongue lovingly caressed the top surface of
my mouth.  I cum softly, quivering, moaning from the sensation.

   Gently now, I slid my free hand down his side to the tip of his jeans,
feeling his smooth skin and hot body.  My hand continued onto the textured
material of his acid wash blues, finding that certain bulge in his pants.
Oh!  he was very aroused already.  We broke the kiss and provided each
other with a knowing smile.

   I leaned back, retreating from the intimate embrace, only to keep both
hands on the top of his jeans, pulling them out and away from his stomach.
Giggling, I began to work out the only top button.  He placed his hands
together behind his head, stretched out, and teased me with his body. 
Biting my lower lip at the show before me, I eagerly complete the
unbuttoning of his pants, lick the top of my lips and the pulling down of
zipper.  I grapple with the top sides of his jeans in each hand, and with
one "swoop!" pull them down to his knees, penis protruding at full
attention.  Completely erect, this sizeable dick must be over seven inches
long and well over an inch thick.

   I watched his face in sheer delight when my hand grasps his firm prick
and begins the slow, rhythmic jerk of his fat penis.  His eyes rolled up as
he lifts head in pleasure.  With his chest exposed to my face again, I
returned forward, nibbling first on his chin, then down his neck, and then
over to his nipple.  He breathes in with a hissing sound of excitement when
I make contact there.  I quake, shiver and moan in reply.  Then my kisses
and licks move along his stomach, over to the center of his legs where my
hand is busy jerking him at a steady pace.

   I introduced him to my mouth there, still gripping and pulling the skin
of cock forward and back, twisting my wrist as I do so.  I teased him to
begin with, my moist tongue against the tip of his penis, up, over and
around in a sweeping motion.  Then my mouth lips pursed together, softly
squeezing over its head, over and over and over again.  Then following the
long shaft, my slippery lips traverse the bottom of his cock, kept in place
by my gripping hand.  I watch his expression as best as possible while
doing this.  His face always in pure ecstasy, moaning.  I could see the
pleasure vibrating his very soul.

   I couldn't stand the suspense any longer.  I wrapped my mouth around the
head of his cock, creating a tight, saliva moist seal between his prick and
my lips.  I pulled him again, mouth and hand moving in unison over his
stiff member, back towards me and forward towards him.  Working his cock, I
heard him moan loudly.

   Quickly he was worked into a frenzy, breathing hard after barely a
minute of working him.  he begins to thrust his hips forward into my
waiting, hungry mouth.  Watching him now, I can see he's relaxed, smiling
even, as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.

   "That's it, " I thought to myself, "He's getting this too fucking easy.
Time for him to prove his worth."

   I stopped sucking on his cock.  He looked a little disappointed. 
Especially when put my hand on his chest and pushed him down onto his back.
But then when I turned around, swung my hips over his face and resumed
sucking his throbbing cock, he knew what he was to do next.

   I let out a loud moan of surprise and delight when his lips touched my
inner thigh, I quit sucking his hard, throbbing manhood.  Cool lips and
damp flicks from his hungry tongue, he teased his way up my inner thigh to
my wet and waiting pussy.  Already parted from the gravity of my position,
he lapped his way around my vagina first, getting his tongue nice and silky
with my wetness.  Then he worked his way down to my clit.  Upon the first
caress of his tongue on my clit, I let loose deep lusty moan and, clasped
my mouth over his cock and sucked it with renewed vigor.  The velocity and
our intensity increasing, his tongue flicked and encircled my clit in just
the right motion.  Both of us breathing deeply, our moans fill the room,
increasing in pitch as our speed and my orgasm builds.

   "OooO..  Oh yes, " I squealed in ecstacy, breaking from his cock to tell
him how good it feels.  " ..  right there...  oh please ..  little harder..
oh my..  oh my gawd..  OH!"

   I cum hard, grinding my pelvis into his face, screaming in orgasmic
intensity.  I feel my juice pour out of me, onto his mouth, trying
desperately to slurp up as much as he can.

   Shaking, whole body unsteady from the last orgasm, I broke our 69
position.  I turned around ever so slowly around to face him.  He smiled
when our eyes meet again.  I reached down and lift his cock into position
as I straddled him, gliding it smoothly into my cum soaked pussy.  God, he
was soo big, it felt just so beautiful.  Slowly, deliberately, I lowered
myself onto him, falling forward my palms landing on his strong shoulders,
my breasts came to rest on his chest.  Shivering, practically cumming again
when I've completely slid down the length of his shaft.  An "oh yeah,
oooo..." escaped my lips.

   "WoOOoW," he moaned deeply, as his hands stroked my hips and lovingly
squeezed my ass, "everything is just s-s-s-sso perfect.  Please, don't ever
stop."

   "I won't if you won't," I said as I lifted my hips off of his pelvis and
back down again, the motion pleasurably intoxicating.  His fingertips, free
to wander, caressed me while I move on top of him.  Up the sides of my
hips, over my curves to my shoulders, then down my arms to the top of my
palms.  He held the top of my hands for a while, then returned them back up
my arms, to my shoulders.  This time, his fingertips moved up my neck, over
my cheeks to a position just behind my ears, where he steadies my face.  We
looked deep into each other's eyes at that moment with expressions of pure
sexual bliss, each quivering in ecstacy.

   "ah yeah" I heard him say, watching his eyes close.  "I just can't stop
myself."

   I quickly realized what he means.  Matching my hip movements with each
stroke, he met me on the way back, thrusting in and out.  His hips synced
in rhythm with mine now, and I feel yet another orgasm building.  A pure,
lustful hunger seemingly overtook him, his thrusts into my pussy got more
aggressive, harder.  His hands moved in such a way to grasp my shoulders,
trapping me between his strong hands and pounding cock.

   He was in control now.  I was just a quivering mess on top of him,
barely able to hold together.  I moaned deeply an "Oh" with every deep
thrust of his thick cock into me.  A short time later "Oh yes" I shout at
him, even though he is just underneath me "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME OH
YES".  I cum violently, quaking and shaking on top of him.  I cum so hard
so fast that, I have no energy left when I'm done, collapsing on top of
him.

   "hey baby," he whispered to me.  "I ain't done yet.." With that, he
tenderly, gingerly wiggled out from underneath my spent body, still fully
erect and really hard.  He left me face and shoulders down into the silky
sheets, but forced me to bend my knees, lifting my ass into the air, where
he quickly slid his cock deep into my pussy once again, while holding onto
my hips.

   He wasted no time in rebuilding the pace that he had before.  I am
compelled, with the new sensation of my cunt being pounded raw, to let
loose the series "oh" moans with every deep, penetrating thrust.  Hard,
fast.  Almost like the pleasure would never end.  Countless orgasms flow
out of me now, soaking my legs, his balls, his legs, the sheets ... 
trapped by his hands and probed to ecstacy by is big cock.

   When there was almost nothing left for me to give, his moans told me he
was about to cum.  I could feel it in my pussy, too.  The head had gotten
slightly larger, the whole shaft, ever so slightly harder, thicker than
before.  But that's when he surprised me by pulling out.

   I was able to look over my shoulder just enough watch the expression on
his face when he came.  His eyes, locked tight in the struggle of extreme
ecstasy, his neck muscles tensed, sweat poured down his neck, his hand
furiously jacking his cum soaked cock to carrying him over the pleasurable,
resistant edge of his orgasm.  The first of his semen landed somewhere in
the middle of my back.  The next burst coated the top crack of my ass, and
that was when he rubbed the tip of his prick, still bursting out his
orgasm, down the crack of my ass onto my anus, spreading his man seed
everywhere.  I quiver and coo again, from the unexpected pressure, warmth
and stickiness, on my very exposed hole.

   His eyes traveled the length of his orgasm up my back to my eyes.  With
no strength left I rolled onto my side.  I reached up and gently caressed
his forearm, and that is when I noticed the secretary, holding a video
camera.  She must have recorded the whole thing.