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Accidental Poser MFF
by secal@aol.com (Secal)
Date: Aug 1998
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It was a warm sunny afternoon, and I had wanted to make love to my wife after I
finished working in the yard. While I was showering, I heard her shout, but
couldn't understand what she said. After turning off the water, I wrapped
myself in a towel, then looked for her throughout the house, but instead of my
wife I found a note saying she'd left on some errands. While bathing, I had
imagined all the ways she was going to suck me and fuck me, and I was very
disappointed. I settled for a beer and television. I bought a pay-per-view
movie that began in ten minutes.
Then the doorbell rang. Like an idiot, I opened the door instead of looking
through the peephole, and I was trapped. "Hi, I'm selling magazines," she said,
"to win an Hawaiian vacation." This was not how I wanted to waste my afternoon.
I almost slammed the door in her face, but her long blonde hair distracted me.
It was very thin and pale and had to be real. She had an okay face with large,
sharp nose. She was skinny.
But I was desperate. Mistaking my silence for assent, she rambled on about what
she'd win and what magazines she sold. When she finished, offering to let me
look through the magazines that were available, I said, "I don't need any
magazines, really. But I am an amateur photographer. If you'll pose for me,
I'll buy four magazines."
A frown crossed her face. "Four?"
"Your choice."
"Just for you?"
"Just for me."
"I don't want anyone else to see them." She frowned again, considering. I
waited patiently, trying to appear non-threatening while I undressed her in my
thoughts. Her breasts would be small and firm, I thought. Her belly flat and
without flab. She hasn't much the way of hips. If only she'd turn around. Her
legs were too thin.
While I considered how her blond bush would look, she caught my attention, then
said, "Okay, but only one roll." "One roll," I said. As she entered my home,
she said, "What kind of photos."
"The kind you're expecting," I said. "What's your name?" "Cindy." I led her
back to the bedroom. "Put your stuff on the dresser, then wait while I get my
camera." She looked nervous, rubbing her hands together and acting as if it
were cold, even though it was a warm afternoon. As I assembled my camera
equipment, she kept glancing over at me as if she expected the worst. "Do you
do your own developing?"
"This is a digital camera. No film. Stand there," I said, pointing to the space
between the bed and window my wife and I call the modeling space, which we use
when she models for me. Even though my wife earned extra cash modeling for art
classes while in college, it'd taken six years before she'd model for me. She
explained that while she didn't think modeling was dirty, posing for sexual
pictures was. She'd agreed only after I bought my digital camera because then
she knew no one else would see the pictures. I had about a thousand pictures of
her masturbating or sucking me, and my penetrating her pussy and ass.
"Strip slowly, Cindy." She began by unbuttoning her blouse. I framed these as
bust shots, including her sometimes frightened, sometimes demur look as she
exposed her pale, smooth flesh and her white bra. As more and more of her belly
came into view, I had to back away to capture all of her beauty.
Then I had her turn around. There is something super sexy about a woman's back,
especially when long hair cascades over a woman's shoulders. It's one of my
wife's favorite poses. Her dark hair contrasts nicely with her pale skin.
Cindy's blond hair was nearly invisible where it didn't sparkle in the bright
sunlight coming through the blinds.
I had her hug herself, glance over her shoulder, and unsnap her bra. "Turn
around," I said. "Cup your breasts in your hands. No, with your bra on. Now
slowly take it off." I took six photos as her breasts slowly came into view.
There were very small, but as soon as I'd seen her bra I knew she was an A-cup.
Size doesn't matter as much as beauty and she was beautiful naked. The aureole
was a pale pink as her skin was a pale white. Her nipples were erect, tempting
and red. "Now your pants, I said.She slipped them off slowly. I tried to keep a
professional demeanor, but I couldn't hide my erection or keep from stroking it
occasionally. When I realized her panties were very flimsy and her blond hair
could been seen through the fabric, I did close up shots as she unzipped and
dropped her jeans.
"Turn around and take off your panties." I directed her to lean forward and to
bend her knees, so her hips looked very round as her panties came off, then as
she bent forward to grab a bookcase, I took several "clam shots" of her closed
pussy between her closed legs."Sit on the edge of the bed." I took several
photos of her legs crossed, legs open, leaning back.
I put the macro lenses on the camera. "Unzip my pants." I took photo after
photo of her delicate hands as she unzipped my pants, slipped off my underwear,
and fondled my cock. I took picture after picture of her delicate hands
squeezing and stroking my cock. Her hands were very small, making my cock look
larger than it is. "Suck me." She didn't hesitate. The grip of her lips was
very tight. After several more photos of my cock filling her mouth, she said,
"Is there any film in that camera."
"It's digital. No film." "How many?" she asked. "Eighty," I said; "Lick my
balls." "How many more?" she asked. "About twenty." "When do we stop taking
pictures. I'd like your full attention." "Climb up on the bed doggy-style." I
wanted to see her breasts hang from her chest. Then I had her roll over and
spread her legs. I climbed in between. She grabbed my cock, guiding it insider,
making a soft moan as her wet pussy gripped my cock. I took picture after
picture as my cock disappeared insider her.
The the front door opened. Startled, I pulled out. Karen called to me, but I
didn't hear exactly what she said. Cindy had grabbed her jeans and was holding
them over her breasts. "What are we going to do?" She was glancing around,
looking for a place to hide.
"What we're not going to do is have a silly bedroom farce. Real life isn't like
French cinema."
Cindy stood up, looking for her undwear. She looked very pretty. Her nipples
were hard and I could see her lubrication glittering in the bight sun as it
trickled down her thigh.
Was I pleased when Karen came into the bedroom naked. She was surprised.
"Karen, this Cindy. She's selling magazines to win a vacation." She briefly
tried to cover her nakedness, but didn't leave. "Come over here," I said. Karen
went into the modeling space. "You, too, Cindy. Stand profile. Cindy, hug Karen
from behind." Cindy seemed eager to do this, but Karen was embarrassed. I had
to keep my own hands from touching my waving, wet, hard cock, afraid that I'd
come. I had Cindy rub Karen's belly, then her breasts, then her pussy, all
while hugging Karen from behind. Cindy was quite a contrast, tall, thin, and
blond. Karen is short and slightly overweight, but that extra weight has padded
her breasts and hips so that she looks very sexy.
"Lie down on the bed, Karen. Play with her breasts Cindy." Cindy's pale,
delicate hands that had looked so small and delicious when gripping my cock
looked every better when they held handfuls of my wife's breasts. "Lick them."
Cindy began to lick and suck my wife's large breasts. Karen loved it. She
gestured to me. I offered her my cock, which she began to suck eagerly. "Eat
her pussy, Cindy." I switched between taking photos of Karen sucking cock and
Cindy eating pussy. "Spread her hair out over Karen's belly and thighs," I
said, excited by contrasts in skin colour and by Cindy's blond hair against
Karen's dark pussy.
I switched the camera to speed mode. Six rapid shots. I knew I was about to
come, and I got my first come shot. While she was licking my balls, I spurted
over Karen's breasts, then I buried my cock in her mouth but not so far that
some cum didn't leak out over her lips. Karen orgasmed, too, I took pictures of
her face and of her breasts with their hard nipples. Karen said, "Swing around,
Cindy; I'm sure Rick would like photos of my eating you." I took one picture of
Karen's tongue entering Cindy's pussy, then the camera made its sharp trill.
"Damn," I said, "What does that mean?" asked Cindy. "No more photos," Karen
said, then she went back to lick the blond pussy over head. But: Cindy skipped
off the bed with the speed of spider."You promised," she said.
"I did."
"Hurry," said Karen, rubbing her pussy. She looked so sexy and juicy, I wished
I had another camera. Cindy filled out four five-year magazine subscriptions as
she leaned naked against the dresser where she'd left her book. I kept fondling
her and rubbing my cock against her ass, but her hand remained steady as she
spent my money.
I paid in cash, put on my robe, then led her to the door. "Bye," she said. When
the door closed I heard Karen shout from the bedroom. I couldn't hear what she
said, but it sounded tempting and dirty. I locked the front door, then went
back to screw her.