Filename: FilthyPictures.txt Title: Filthy Pictures Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF 1st oral exhib Summary: Nicola's first ever nude photo shoot leads to another first. Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad- minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way. This work is © 2009 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission. There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence. Filthy Pictures (MF 1st oral exhib) "Today, my sweet, you will be mine." Philip Thee grinned as he hugged the 8x12 photo portrait to his hairy chest. Nicola Baron, the Nicola Baron, was coming to his studio for a shoot. A nude shoot. Her first nude shoot ever. Who was Nicola Baron? Well, she wasn't exactly famous. But she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Shoulder- length chestnut coloured hair. Skin so smooth and fine, deep blue eyes you could loose yourself in. When Nicola smiled, her whole face lit up. And a body... what a body! Large, natural breasts that jiggled with every movement. Slender figure, nice, round hips, and an ass you just wanted to lightly spank. Nicola was a model, one of the many in Melbourne but Phil had his eye especially on her, ever since he met her eight months ago at some function at GTV. Phil (OK, let's be honest, he's a two-bit bottom-feeding photog) was there in hopes of picking up some trashy picture of Eddie McGuire vomiting into a punchbowl. Nicola was one of the dazzling hostesses whose job was to serve drinks, nibbles and generally just look pretty. Except Nicola looked more than just pretty. She'd been wearing a low cut black cocktail dress that showed so much of her delectable cleavage it made her look like she was serving up her tits along with the food n booze. Perched on high heels, the hot little angel had pranced around the room, short skirt flicking around her thighs, boobs jiggling, giggling at every inane joke, smiling, and looking very tempting. Phil had fallen in love with her instantly. Or rather, fallen in lust. Within two minutes of meeting Nicola, Phil had asked her if she'd pose nude for him. He'd actually asked if she'd flash her boobs for a picture before he'd even asked her surname. Obviously, she'd said no. She was one of Margie Trevino's girls, and Margie never let her talent anywhere near Phil Thee. But whereas Phil was used to a NO!, usually punctuated with a slap, knee to the groin or (if she was a polite, well-brought up girl) a restraining order, something very different had happened at the end of the night, when Phil raised his camera and begged Nicola one last time to pose nude for him. "You will never," she smiled, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, "see me naked." And there was no malice, or spite or anger in her voice. Just a melodious teasing quality, as if Nicola wasn't stating a fact but challenging him to rise to the occasion. And so he did. Phil didn't exactly stalk Nicola. Not exactly. But they did bump into each other a few times. Media events, Melbourne Cup, fashion shows. Wherever there were hot models and sleazy photographers, Phil had managed to cross her path again and repeat his proposition. And every time Nicola would laugh that damnably sexy laugh and shake her pretty head. Once, Phil had even managed to get into a lingerie shoot, where he'd been lucky enough to catch sight of Nicola's fantastic rack wrapped in a gauzy wisp of chiffon. He swore he'd even seen a nipple. But, regrettably, Phil wasn't at the bottom end of the industry for nothing, and he'd come away from the encounter without so much as a Polaroid to remember it by. But his favourite photo of Nicola would always be that portrait of her he'd snapped that first night at GTV, caught at the very moment Nicola had almost dared him to somehow get her to strip for him. At least, it would remain his favourite photo of Nicola until he finally got one of her nude! At times he'd doubted himself. Even given up almost. Phil would lie on his bed, the picture propped up against his naked groin, sighing at the thought that this would be as close as he'd ever get his cock to that heavenly face. But all of sudden, out of the blue, an American agent called and booked Phil to shoot a nude spread of Nicola. What are the odds? That out of all the names in the Melbourne phone book, of all the great artists the city boasted, this Yank would happen to choose (seemingly at random), the cheap & nasty Phil Thee. Phil's heart was beating. The shoot was booked for 11 am. It was two minutes to - and Nicola was known for her punctuality. Phil's studio was on the second floor overlooking Lonsdale Street. The downstairs buzzer rang. Phil wasn't usually this nervous, but then again he didn't usually get to see the girl of his dreams strip for him. A grimy finger flicked the intercomm. "Yes?" he asked, trying to sound cool. The line was crackly, but it could never disguise the angelic voice. "Hi! My name is Nicola, I'm here for a shoot with Mr. Thee?" Nicola asking for him for enough to set Phil's cock throbbing. "Erm, come right up, I'll let him know you're here." Then he sat back, waiting for his angel. Nicola breezed through the frontdoor of Phil's studio. When he saw what she was wearing, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He'd expected the model to show up dressed casually, as he'd seen her before, usually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. But this time Nicola, almost as if drawing out the tease, came wearing a very sexy little outfit. She was wearing a low cut black bustier that not only left the entire top half of her boobs bare, but sculpted her bosom so that Phil's gaze fell naturally upon her half- naked chest. The bottom half of the garment only reached down to just beneath Nicola's navel, so that a thin strip of skin was tantalisingly visible just above her matching little black skirt that showed off her long, toned legs. Her adorable little feet were encased in a fashionable pair of open-toed black stilettos. As Nicola walked toward Phil, smiling, her body moved inside her clothes, the whole ensemble a symphony of teasing. Her boobs wobbled, as if about to pop free. Her stomach and belly-button flashed into view. And the skirt swished about her legs, offering glimpses of her naked thighs. "Phil! It's good to see you again!" she greeted him warmly. "Nicola! Looking gorgeous as always," he replied. Nicola stopped and performed a pirouette, turning her body so he could appreciate the view from all angles. "I have to say," said Phil, "I'm really surprised you booked a session with me. And for a nude shoot as well." Nicola laughed. "I know! Well, I've left Margie and gone to a new agent. He's going to get me a leg up in LA. But he reckons I need to 'spice up' my portfolio a bit." She punctuated this with a wink. "But why did he book me?" Phil asked, his mouth dry. Nicola shook her head. "Coincidence, I guess! I never told him about you, and I'm pretty sure Margie wouldn't." Phil stroked his chin. Christ, what a stroke of luck! Nicola shrugged her bare shoulders. "What a turnout, eh? Since the day I met you I've been saying you'll never see me naked, and now here I am to pose for my first session." "Speaking of which..." Phil produced a pen and a sheet of papers from his desk. "I need to get you to sign this release." "No worries!" Nicola replied, and in a flourish she scribbled her signature across the contract. Phil could feel the excitement rising in his chest. This was it! She was really going to go through with it! He had to be cool. He had to be professional. If he blew it, Nicola would be running out the door and he'd never get to see those heavenly tits. For the first time, Phil had to be all business or else this would all end with a slap from his dream girl and no nude photos. Trying to be as charming as possible, Phil directly the bubbly model through to his studio. It was little more than a dingy little back room, one corner of which had been crudely walled off to make a dressing room. Phil's photography equipment was scattered around, and a selection of outfits hung from a wheeled clotheshanger Phil had nicked from Target. "So where is everybody?" Nicola asked. "Wardrobe, hair, make-up, assistants?" A reasonable question, this! "Ah, well, yes..." Phil stammered. "I don't need a camera assistant. I mean, haha, what kind of cameraman can't load his own camera? And, uh, you don't mind doing your own hair and make-up, do you?" And for any young lady this should be a warning sign, the prospect of being alone and nude with a dodgy character like Phil Thee. But Nicola shook her head. "No that's fine," she replied with a sweet smile. God, she's so innocent! Phil groaned to himself. His gaze wandered down from Nicola's pretty face to her ample bosom. Naive, but with the body of a porn star. No, better than a porn star! Keeping up his professional facade was going to be tougher than he thought. "Um, we're gonna do a bikini shot. Did you bring a suit?" Nicola gave him a sultry look, and she stood before him with her hands on her hips, thrusting her cleavage in his direction. "Phil, I'm completely in your hands. I want you to tell me what you want me to wear - and what you don't want me to wear. My body is yours to do with whatever you want." Her lips curled into a seductive smirk. Phil swallowed. Was she teasing him? "OK, I've got some suits here..." Phil rummaged around amongst the clothes and came up with what looked like a few bits of pink material held together with a bit of string. He held it up, the bikini dangling from his fingers. Nicola's face lit up. "Oooh, it's so small! How cute! Is it an Antonio Barudi?" "I wish!" Phil replied. "Ah, no, not quite that expensive." Nicola reached out and took the bikini from Phil, her hand gently brushing against his own. Phil felt electricity coursing through his body at just the slightest touch from this angel. His eyes locked with Nicola's and for a moment nothing else existed in the universe. Then Nicola strung the swimsuit out between her fingers to admire it. "This is so hot," she breathed. Phil's jaw dropped at what happened next. Without batting an eyelid, Nicola unclasped the bustier and slipped it off, leaving the top half of her delectable body clad only in a lacy black half bra that barely covered her nipples, and (amazingly) exposed even more of her heaving bosom than the bustier did. "You - you - you," Phil stammered. Nicola paused, her hands on the skirt, her big blue eyes staring up at Phil, who eventually found his voice. "You can use the dressing room if you want." Nicola shrugged. "That's OK. It's quicker if I get changed out here, anyway." She undid the skirt and was just about to slide it down her legs when she paused and looked at Phil again. "You don't mind?" Phil gave a nervous laugh. "No, I don't mind at all. Haha, we're all professionals here. I mean you're a professional model, I'm a professional photographer." Nicola laughed as well, as she pushed the skirt down to the floor. She was clad now in nothing but the sexiest black pair of g-string knickers that left her butt all-but naked. Nicola was just reaching for the clasp on the bra when Phil realised he was staring at her. With a jerk, he turned away and walked over to his workbench to load a fresh roll of 35mm film into his camera. What the hell was going on!? Nicola was stripping for him before he'd even taken a single shot! Normally it was a mission to get his models to take their clothes off, but Nicola was raring to go straight away. What was her angle? Was she so naive? Was she teasing him? And what the hell was wrong him Phil himself? Normally he was Doctor Octopus in the studio, a very "hands on" artist who liked to get a good feel for his work. Now his dream girl was here, and it was all he could do to keep his camera from shaking. Phil stole a glance over his shoulder. Nicola had her back to him, she had the top half of the bikini on and was bending over to step into the bottoms. Phil stared hungrily at her naked ass, which didn't really get much less naked even when she had the bikini bottoms on and was sliding it into place between her butt-cheeks. Phil's cock was hard, it strained against the tight confines of his jeans. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his palm against his too-tight crotch. Finished dressing (or as "dressed" as one can be in a revealing bikini), Nicola turned and strode toward Phil, her heels clicking across the studio floor. It must've been obvious to her that Phil had been watching her change, but Nicola didn't seem in the slightest bit worried, her pretty smile never leaving her lips. "How's this?" she asked, posing with her hands on her hips, and turning a slow twirl. The tiny bikini clung her body, showing off the swell of her boobs, the curve of her stomach, the elegant line of her legs. Nicola's nipples were bullet-hard, little indentation in her bikini top. "You've got it tied too tight," Phil advised. He stepped behind her, reached out with his trembling hands, but then paused, his fingers millimetres from her bare flesh. "May I?" he asked. "Help yourself," Nicola replied with a saucy wiggle. Phil's fingers pecked at the knots at Nicola's neck and back that held the top together. As it came away Nicola grabbed the garment before it could fall completely off her body, and held it to her bosom although seemingly uncaring if her tits remained covered or not. "You've got to tie it a little loose," Phil explained. He was painfully aware that his breath was hot upon the bare nape of Nicola's neck. "If you tie it too tight, when you take it off it'll leave ugly marks across your chest." Phil gave the bikini string just a little slack and re-tied it. "Also, if you're shooting video, tying your top a little loose will put a great bounce into your boo- er, breasts when you move." He was acutely aware of how close he was to Nicola's bare body, his hands on her naked back, his raging hard- on almost brushing against the perfect swell of Nicola's ass. "Thanks, Phil," Nicola replied in a breathless tone. "I really appreciate all you're doing for me." Phil swallowed. He allowed his hand to slide down her back, tracing a line down past her hips and over the right cheek of her bottom. Nicola giggled. "That tickles," she squealed and danced away. Phil shook his head. It was time to get some work done. He grabbed his camera and directed Nicola to stand in front of a white screen ringed by lights. For a while, their little game seemed to slip away and they at least gave the appearance of a professional photo shoot. Well, not quite. There was a slight difference between the kind of direction Phil Thee gave his subjects and the kind of direction a "real" photographer would. "Stand up straight." "Hands behind your head. Good, good. Run your fingers through your hair." "Push your boobs out. Excellent!" "Now a side shot. Hands on hips. Don't forget the tits, push 'em out. That's it, nice. Arch your back." "Front on again, sweetheart. Lean forward, give me cleavage. Give me a sexy look. Sexier. Sexier!" Nicola's lips formed a pout. "When do you want me to get naked?" Phil paused. Watching Nicola pose in the bikini hadn't done anything to stop his throbbing hard-on. Now it was time to make his fantasies come alive. "Yeah, reach behind and untie your top." Nicola stared at him with a sultry look. She bent forward slightly, flexing her body, left hand resting gently on her naked thigh as her right disappeared behind her back. Phil had never taken a better photo before in his life. The camera was rock steady in his hands, just a slight dutch tilt. His composition was perfect, his gorgeous, wanton subject framed just right. The lighting was excellent, an even key, fill and back illuminated every inch of Nicola's body. Phil's finger held the shutter on auto, rapid firing off a sequence of shots that he would treasure forever. There was just a slight twang as Nicola undid first one knot and then the other. The bikini top jerked forward slightly, revealing a single brown nipple, and then fluttered to the ground, baring Nicola's boobs. Phil's mouth watered. Nicola's tits! Real and in person, right in front of him. And they were more beautiful than he could've ever imagined. A good, firm size, bigger than he could cup in hands. Nipples, dark brown and very erect, as if begging him to suck on them. "Wow, nice tan," Phil complimented her. "Thanks," Nicola replied. Without her being directed, she placed both hands under her boobs and pushed them, offering them toward Phil's camera gaze. "I never expected you to sunbathe topless." An adorably coy smile slid across Nicola's face. "Well... I usually tan in a salon. But my new agent is encouraging me to sunbathe topless for real. He says it would be good for me to be out in public naked, or at least half naked. Get used to people seeing my bare boobs." Phil laughed. "Is that all it takes you get you topless? A little 'encouragement'?" "That and a new contract with a job offer in Hollywood," Nicola replied sweetly. Phil was grinning like an idiot. The camera was still snapping off shots, but all Phil could do was stare at her tits. "Play with them," he instructed. Without a murmur of complaint, Nicola obeyed. Her fingers slid up and over the swell of her bosom, thumb and forefingers clamping onto her nipples. Nicola gave herself a good tug, and for a moment she closed her eyes and let out a moan. Her fingers squeezed, and as Phil watched, her tender nubs puckered under this onslaught. Then he ran out of film. Phil let out a low whistle. "Wow, that was seriously hot. I gotta reload. Are you sure this is your first nude shoot?" "Yep," Nicola replied. "No-one but you has ever got me naked on camera before." Phil reluctantly dragged his gaze away from Nicola's breasts and went over to his bench to load another roll of film. Belatedly, he remembered that real pros usually have more than one camera and load them all beforehand, to minimise time wasted. Nicola relaxed slightly, but whether she was posing or just standing casual, she looked delectable wearing nothing but a skimpy hot-pink g-string bikini bottoms and black high-heel shoes. Idly, she played with her hair, running her fingers through her long, chestnut-coloured mane so that it flicked across her bare skin. The motion caused her tits to heave up and down. "I've got to hand it to you, Nicola, I've never met a model so relaxed on her first nude shoot before." She shrugged, causing her generous boobs to bounce. "It's really not that different to fashion modelling. Just stand her, look sexy. If anything it's easier, without any damned clothes getting in the way." "Well then," Phil grinned, as he locked his camera onto the tripod. "It's gonna get ever easier then. Time to lose those bikini bottoms!" Nicola playfully tugged at the knot on her hip, the one that held what was left of her swimsuit together. As she did so, she threw her photographer coquettish looks. "Oh yeah!" Phil enthused. "That's it, gorgeous. You're a naughty girl! You're a naughty girl who loves to get naked!" Slowly, painfully, the knot slithered undone. Nicola's bikini briefs slid down her thigh, baring her hip, but she teasingly kept it clasped against her crotch, as if protecting the last of her treasures to be laid bare. "Fantastic! Now tease me, baby, tease me, let me wonder if you're really gonna do it, I really wanna see you naked and you're not just ready to do that just yet, but you will, you horny little model, you wanna get naked for me!" Nicola giggled. She dropped her hand, and the pink slip of material dropped away, leaving the starlet completely nude. Phil's eager eyes feasting upon the sight of Nicola's bare crotch. She had evidently groomed herself for the occasion, trimming her pubic hair to form a neat brunette landing strip that framed her pussy lips. He fired off more shots, desperate to catch this moment on film forever, as if worried that at any moment Nicola might realise what she was doing and run squealing from his run-down studio. But the professional model did nothing of the sort: instead, she let out a sigh, sensuously rolled her head back and thrust her hips forward, as if inviting Phil to stick his camera right into her cunt. The resulting shots were a little "harder" than Phil had anticipated: Nicola's pussy lips were spread wide and her labia hung out like a drooling tongue. He'd intended to sell these photos to "The Picture", but it looks like he'd just have to keep these particular ones for his private collection. They ran through more poses, Phil reluctantly ordering Nicola to keep her cunt covered. They ran the whole gamut: Nicola shy, surprised, relaxed, and finally back to what she did best, sexy. By the time he had finished the second roll of film, Phil was sweating and his cock was still painfully hard in his pants. "Phew! Wow, Nicola, when I first asked you to pose nude for me, I never imagined you'd be this hot. You're the greatest model I've ever shot. Gorgeous face, fantastic body, first-class rack, the works!" Nicola made no move to get dressed, instead choosing to remain naked except for her heels. "You didn't ask me to pose for you, you begged me!" "Well, yeah," Phil replied sheepishly. "I guess there was some pleading involved." Nicola walked toward him, her shoes clicking against the floor. The sound reminded Phil of the night he first met her, when her shoes had made the same noise as she circulated through the party. She moved like she was gliding down the catwalk (which Phil had seen her do a number of times), swaying her hips seductively. Despite her total nudity, Nicola's face was a mask of concentration. "Phil, I need to apologise to you," she said in a low, husky voice. "Apologise? For what?" "I've treated you very badly. You made a simple request, expressed a simple desire to have me pose nude for you - and given that I am a model, it's a totally understandable request." "Yeah, I spose..." "And how did I react? I teased you, made fun of you. Phil, I've been a bad girl, and I really want to make it up to you." Nicola was staring at him with the sexiest pout imaginable. Phil still felt that agonising strain in his crotch. She reached out and gently caressed his face. Phil closed his eyes and let out a groan. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. The naked model gave him a gentle push, guiding him back towards the chair at his work bench. Phil collapsed back into it. Nicola knelt in front of him, trailing her fingers down his quivering body, pushing his knees apart and scooting between his thighs. It was all Phil could do but stare down at her, with a stupid grin on his face. "Phil, I need to ask you a favour." "Anything, anything you want," he whispered. Nicola pursed her lips, taking a moment to carefully consider her next words. "My new agent has told me that when I get to Hollywood, I'm probably going to have to give alot of blow-jobs. Apparently, the best way to get ahead is to give a little head. The problem is, Phil, I've never sucked a guy's cock before." She stared up at him, hands stroking his thigh, her blue eyes wide and imploring. "I would like to ask you, Phil Thee, if you would let me practise on you first. It's the least I can do, after the way that I treated you." Phil drew a sharp breath. Paydirt! In all his years as a sleazy photographer, he'd never met a model as drop-dead gorgeous as Nicola, and never had one of his subjects offer to practise her oral skill on his cock! "Oh, Nicola, baby," he groaned. "It's all yours, help yourself!" Nicola's face lit up, and she burst into a very grateful grin. "Oh, thank-you Phil! Trust me, it's only my first attempt, but I'll give it my best go!" Her fingers yanked down the zip on Phil's pants. To assist her, he raised his ass off the chair and pushed his eager crotch in the direction of Nicola's face. "Don't worry, darling, I'm sure you'll make a champion cock-sucker." "Oh Phil," Nicola replied, "you're always saying such kind things to me." She had pulled his pants down and was now reaching for Phil's suspiciously-stained underpants. His cock was like a torpedo, hard and forming a gently-throbbing ridge. As she worked, Nicola allowed her soft hands to brush against his furious cock, deliberately drawing out the moment. Finally, Nicola snapped the elastic band down, and Phil's cock popped up, hitting Nicola on the chin. It startled her for a moment, and Phil was treated to the adorable site of Nicola stared wide-eyed at his penis as it rested against her face - just as he has fantasised all those times with Nicola's photo. She recovered quickly from this faux par, breathing deeply to draw in the musky aroma of his manhood, her perfectly sculptured nostrils flaring. The surprised look on her face had quickly melted away, to be replaced with one of absolute lust. Nicola opened her pretty mouth, red lips parting, her tongue slimy with saliva poked out and immediately sought out his dick. The underside of her tongue brushed against the sensitive head of Phil's cock, causing a symphony of pleasure to ripple through his straining member, and Phil let out a monstrous groan of delight. But Nicola was only just getting started. She grasped his cock firmly with her right hand, letting her fingers curl slowly around the shaft. Nicola's tongue continued to slither across Phil's purple helmet, eliciting more groans from her hapless victim, coating his cock with her drool, and her tongue with his precum. From the tip, she slid down the length of his tool, tracing a damp path down to his balls and then back up toward the sensitive head. Phil was squirming with impatience, pushing his pelvis toward her face so that Nicola would finally cram her mouth with his dick. She got the hint, and opened wide. Nicola raised her face from his groin and locked eyes with Phil. For a moment they remained like this, and then Nicola opened her lips and popped Phil's cock into her mouth. Finally! Phil sank back with a sigh of contentment. His swollen penis was now securely lodged within the velvet- smooth confines of Nicola's mouth. What she did next could only be described as slobbering, as Nicola rocked her head back and forth with Phil's dick sliding in and out between her lips. Phil stared at the spectacle almost in disbelief, he was actually watching Nicola Baron fuck his cock with her mouth! Back and forth it went, like a snake slithering in and out of a big, wet hole. As his shaft disappeared, and then reappeared, from Nicola's eager maw, it was slick with their mingled juices, making the next slide into the model's mouth just that much smoother. All the while, Nicola's hand kept a firm grip on his cock, as if ensuring the eager little fella didn't escape her brutal licking. And the noise she made! Gurgling, snorting through her nose, slurping greedily. It was hard to imagine those disgusting noises coming from the beautiful and poised young model. The sound of Nicola sucking on his cock alone was filthy enough to make a grown man weak at the knees. Phil had experienced blow-jobs before. True, he'd paid for most of them. But considering this was Nicola's first attempt, she was doing seriously well. Phil could feel that familiar tingle, rising up from his groin as their little training session approached its inevitable climax. "I'm gonna cum," Phil announced. Nicola grunted a reply and picked up the pace, ramming her face in and out of his crotch, his dick a pinkish blur in her mouth. It was obvious she had no intention of detaching her face from his cock, which could only mean Nicola was more than willing to swallow the load he was about to pump into her. Phil groaned, his dick squirming. Nicola came to an abrupt halt, his shaft lodged so far into her mouth, Nicola's cute little nose was buried in his pubic hair and her bottom lip rested against his balls. Phil's hips bucked in the chair as he squirted what seemed like gallons of spooge down the back of Nicola's throat. She hung on tight, like a cowgirl riding a bucking brumby, lips clamped around his shaft, making sure every last drop of creamy goodness ended up in her stomach. Slumped back, Phil's dick continued to rattle out dying twitches, pumping the last few drops into Nicola's mouth. He sighed, as if finally completing his life's mission and now ready to die a very happy man. Nicola made a few last slurping noises, before letting his shrinking member slide from her mouth. She continued to roll her tongue around inside her mouth (as if she'd been eating peanut butter) and lick her lips. "Well?" Nicola asked hopefully, when finally they'd both gotten their breath back. "How was I? Any good?" Phil had that stupid grin again. "Nicola, sweetheart, I can truthfully say that that is the finest blow-job that I have ever had the pleasure of receiving." Nicola's eyes lit up. "Wow, thanks!" She noticed a splotch of Phil's cock-sauce still clinging to her wrist and lapped it up. "I really appreciate you doing this." Phil pulled up his pants as Nicola began to hunt around for the clothes she'd arrived in. He continued to make envious glances at her naked ass as the model bent over to retrieve her fallen underwear. "If that was your first attempt, I'd love to experience your cock-sucking abilities once you've had some more practise." "Well, yknow, I'll probably need to book another shoot before I leave." She gave him a saucy wink. Phil laughed. He'd miss Nicola when she left for Hollywood, but at least he'd have some fun with his dreamgirl before she left. One thing was for sure - Nicola would be giving alot more blow-jobs where she was headed! Phil smiled at the thought that when it came to Nicola's luscious mouth, his dick was there first. END