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I just found this one somewhere... It wasn't written by me
EXPOSING ALL
by
Angela Dean
When I left the University I had a degree in photgraphy, and I
looked forward to becoming a full-time professional.
What I hadn't counted on was that for each job, there were at
least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a
hindrance, too, as they seemed to favour male photographers. I
became dishearted and desperate, then I met Tish...
She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was
she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try
to sell them to men's magazines. She reckoned that being a woman
was an asset in glamour photography.
I hired a studio and while Tish got changed I set up the
changing room dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was a very
different Tish who came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet
stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy supender belt and
high heeled shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck,
dangling over her breasts.
"Like it?" she purred, undulating her lips as she crossed the
room. "Do you think they're sexy enough?"
I whistled in appreciation. She really was a beautifull woman
with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I
would gave jumped on her right there and then. God!
She climbed onto the bed and posed, crouched on all fours. I
focussed the camera and began taking pictures.
She smiled, pushed out the tip of her tongue and held it
between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill shooting through my
body as I imagined her tongue flicking lightly over my clit.
It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt
myself blushing. Thankfully, Tish didn't notice. I shot three
rolls of film before she said: "I'll take my panties off, and you
can shoot me while I am taking them off."
She stood up and hooked her thumb inside her panties, her face
a mask of teasing invitation. She inched the wispy black lace
down slowly, revealing her thick curly pubes. I could see her
sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she
bared her peachy little ass before lying down on the bed, what a
shot that was, and she began to ly down and drawing up her knees.
Languidly, she pulled her panties down her stockinged thighs to
her ankles before deftly hooking them over her high-heeled shoes.
Kneeling on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed her
nipples until they were hard and thrusting. They must have been
almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy
juicy with a tingly sensation.
Then, cupping her hands under her breasts, she squeezed the
firm flesh, blatanly offering them to me.
I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in the sight, my
cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I have never taken photos of a
nude woman, no less, watch one erotically in front of me.
I was feeling turned on. I'd never envisaged fancying another
woman and I felt embarrassed and hoped she wouldn't notice me, but
by now she must have noticed my jeans, wet, God am I hot.
Then I told her: "Turn around and we'll do a few ass shots."
Hopefully this would take my mind off of her tits and cunt, and
hopefully she would not notice my wet crotch.
She crouched on all fours facing the other way, and wiggled
her bottom invitingly. I moved around her, watching the muscles
rippling under the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Look back over your shoulder", I ordered. "Now, look
vulnerable, startled. As if someone's just crept up behing you
and slapped your ass...like this!!!" As I slapped her ass across
both cheeks, and she bit her lips, looking at me with a strange
expression in her eyes. I clicked the camera again and she began
really performing!
Lying face down, she spread her legs wide apart and writhed
around on the bed. I looked down at her squirming body and
suddenly realised that my crocth was no longer the only thing wet,
but so was my pants leg.
I resisted the temptation to spank her inviting ass again and
took some more shots. Standing over her on the bed, she turned
around and knelt at my feet, her pouting lips parted. Slowly her
tongue came out and flicked at an imaginary cock, backwards and
forwards, with slavish devotion.
My cunt was shielded from her mouth only by the thin satin of
my own panties and I wondered what would happen if I took off my
jeans, with that tantalising tongue only a mere two inches away!
She must have noticed my cunt dripped through my jeans! The
atmosphere was electric... and the film was finsihed!
I stepped onto the floor and she kept right on posing for me.
She lay back on the bed, gripping her thighs in her hands, arching
her body and jerking her hips. Her ass rose and fell against the
bed, her face a picture of sensual lust.
Then her fingers wandered down to her clit and began to circle
it. She began to squirm with excitement as the fingers of her
other hand pushed into her juicy cunt. Suddenly she realised what
she was doing, adn her breasts heaved as she fought to control
herself, blushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, I was getting so horny!" she grinned. "Sorry, I got
carried away. Come on, it's your turn now. Give me the camera.
I'll re-load it and then you can give me a show!"
"What do you mean? I'm the photographer." I said.
"Oh, don't be a spoilsport." she replied.
"Don't fall into that trap of thinking that all models are
hare-brained. I've always intended going round to the other side
of the camera once my modelling career starts to slip."
I didn't want to be ungrateful as she had so unselfishly
agreed to pose for nothing, so I stripped off down to my boot and
panties. God, my crotch was sooo wet...
Although I felt a flicker of apprehension, I put on a brave
face, giving her little flashes of my pussy hair before I finally
pulled my panties right down to the floor. Then I found I wanted
to tease her, to see if I could do to her what she did to me.
I began to wriggle my ass, tracing over my skin with my long
nails. I glanced over my shoulder to the camera lens, feeling her
eyes exploring every inch of my body. I revelled in it, tingling
from head to foot.
I watched her as she took the pictures, wondering what it
would be like to run my hands over her tits, to feel the soft
golden curls of her cunt. Did her cunt feel the same inside as
mine?
Then I crouched on all fours like a bitch, quivering my hips
as if I was being savagely fucked by a hugh cock. I knew just how
she felt now.
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