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Instead, I'm an ardent, unabashed, full- fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing, sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring nymphomaniac. (MF, exh, mast, oral) *** Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see- through chemise and back in her librarian's glasses, a simple navy blue dress with Peter Pan collar, fake pearls and respectably low heels. She's no longer Paris Hilton on steroids, just a very respectable town librarian "Melody says you might be interested in making some money." "Of course. Who isn't?" I'm suspicious. "What's the job?" It's two days since the swinger's party. Mrs. Goddard has asked me to meet in a coffee shop near my house. She explains that she's bought Mr. Haddingham's photography studio and is looking for models. "You would be wonderful" she tells me. "You've got this gorgeous face and your body has really filled out nicely." I think it's not surprising that she's noticed my filled-out body since it's only a couple of days since she runs her tongue all the way from my filled- out breasts to my clitoris and back again while the deputy bank manager fucks her doggy-style and her husband watches. "Have you ever done any modeling, Samantha?" This doesn't seem quite the right time to tell her about the times Julie and I take off our clothes and fuck and suck for Mr. Haddingham, his friends and their cameras in the same studio Mrs. Goddard has just taken over. Anyway, we were young then, and foolish. "Not really..." "Would you like to?" I'm still suspicious. "What sort of modeling? Clothing or... like nude... that sort of thing?" Mrs. Goddard opens her hands wide and smiles. She has a nice smile. Exactly like a librarian in a movie. "Whatever you'd like, my dear." She leans over the table confidentially. "There's some nice money to be made modeling clothes for the local stores, of course." She pauses significantly. "But the real money's in nudity..." *** Mr. Haddingham's studio — now Mrs. Goddard's studio — has hardly changed since Julie and I do our modeling there. The same lighting grid still covers the ceiling and lights are still scattered around the floor on black, metal stands. The same black leather chairs sit in corners and the same long, black leather couch (now occupied by two battered teddy bears) covers part of the thick white carpet. The faux-Chinese screen still cuts off one corner of the studio. Only the teddy bears, a copy of Playgirl, a TV, a double bed and two fading bamboo palms have been added. I sit on the black leather couch next to Mrs. Goddard and the teddy bears wearing a thin, silk Chinese robe. We sip tea and wait for the bra and panty marks to fade so I can get dressed again. So I can undress again, this time for the camera, without any marks on my skin. "Men don't like the marks" explains Mrs. Goddard as if revealing classified information. "Another couple of minutes should do it." She changes the subject. "I think men are a bit tired of all those gruesome fuck films and are looking for something... how can I say... more tantalizing... more innocent. Don't you?" I don't answer. I've never been a man. At this age, just about all I know about men is that they're so simple, so focused on sex, it's almost impossible for any intelligent woman to understand them. Mrs. Goddard sips her tea. "That's what I'm trying to give them... lusty, busty innocence... and I think you're the perfect girl for it." I like the flattery, want more. "Why me? There's lots of pretty girls who'll take their clothes off..." "I've tried others. But they all look and act like hookers in front of the camera. You look like a horny virgin... you've got this great slim body..." one hand goes inside my robe to cup a breast "and these amazing big boobs and nipples." Her fingers play with my nipple. "And when you want to, you can act like a whore. Like at the party. But you still look sweet and innocent. Every man's wet dream..." I remember the words. Melody uses them when she's getting me ready for the party, all braids and sexy schoolgirl uniform. Seems Melody and Mrs. Goddard have been talking. "Thanks." I move away from Mrs. Goddard's hand. This is not the time to mix pleasure with business. Maybe later. Maybe if I get really horny making the film. But I don't think I will. It's just work. "And you guarantee it won't be sold in North America? Promise?" Mrs. Goddard crosses her heart. "Absolute guarantee. Only the Far East. Mostly Japan and Thailand, in fact." She considers. "Apparently Asian men love watching beautiful white girls with enormous boobs take their clothes off and masturbate." She puts her tea cup down on the floor. "Then again, who doesn't?" She sighs, doesn't wait for an answer. "Now, let's see if the marks are gone." "Wait a minute. What's this about masturbation? You want me to..." Mrs. Goddard nods. "Of course, dear. That's what they call the money shot. If you don't know how to... if you've never done it... I can show you." I giggle. "I know how to do it." "I'm sure you do, dear. I expect you're very good at it." She sounds like my mother. "Wow... I haven't expected this," An interesting picture of me flat on my back jerking off in front of a camera flashes into my mind. "How much? What are you paying?" Mrs. Goddard frowns. It's like I'm using bad language in church. "I get a thousand dollars for a half hour. We'll split it? Five hundred each." Five hundred dollars is a helluval lot of money just for taking my clothes off and doing what I love doing, almost every day, in fact. The thought starts to excite me and I certainly need the money. But if I'm as good as she says I am, I can probably get more. "Make it six hundred for me... or I get dressed and go home." I tighten the Chinese robe belt. Mrs. Goddard sighs. "Samantha... Samantha... ok, but it's got to be real. No faking." "I never fake it. Don't have to," I smile proudly. "All right. Now let's look for marks." I slip the robe off. Mrs. Goddard touches my shoulders with delicate hands. "Yes... almost gone." Her hands cup my breasts. "Nothing here...", move down to my waist. "No marks." One hand touches between my legs and lingers, maybe testing for interest. "No panty marks. Thank you for shaving, my dear. Men like that." One finger caresses the tip of my clitoris. "I do like your little pussy... and I think it was such a good idea to bring Melody's schoolgirl outfit... you look so sweet in it." *** Mrs. Goddard directs like the great Spielberg. "We're going to do three ten-minute sections. Each time you wear something different... school uniform... street clothes... negligee... that sort of thing. But it always ends the same way. You masturbate and orgasm. "This is the situation for the first one... you've just come in from school and you're going to change out of your uniform into something more comfortable. But you're not going to undress immediately. Tease a bit. Men like that." She adjusts a light. "Would you rather look at the camera while I'm shooting... or pretend you don't know the camera's here?" I pull on a black fishnet stocking, attach the black lace suspender, smooth the stocking over my thigh. "Like... what's the difference?" Mrs. Goddard is professional. I guess she's had to explain this before. "If you look at the camera you're stripping for somebody who's actually in the room with you. Possibly an older man who just wants to watch you... and jerk off while he watches. Maybe he's paying you. Or maybe he's a relative... a rich uncle or someone who'll buy you a car... or pay for a week at a Club Med in the Caribbean... if you take your clothes off and touch yourself for him... do this little thing for him. If you look at the camera, he's the camera." She turns the stereo on to something soft and sweet. "But if you pretend you don't know the camera's here... don't look at it... ignore it... it's like a man's watching you undress through the keyhole or the window. He's a voyeur." She moves a plant closer to the couch. "Which is sexier for you, honey? I want you to feel sexy. I want you to feel really, really sexy." I remember Nancy's uncle watching us through the hole in the cottage wall while we undress and rub oil on each other's bodies. I've done the voyeur bit. I'll try the exhibitionist angle. "I'll look at the camera. That way, I'm in charge. That's sexier for me." "How you surprise me" Mrs. Goddard says sarcastically. She bends over the camera. "I can direct you... tell you what to do... because I'm shooting silent." She turns the music up a little. "I add this same music later." She adjusts something on the camera. "Now, walk in like I told you... remember everything's in one take. Only one. No edits. So just do what comes naturally, Samantha, darling. Action..." I walk in from off-camera, drop my school bag on the couch. I look back and smile shyly over one shoulder at the camera. It's the same shy smile, suitable for an innocent schoolgirl, I've practiced for half an hour in front of my bedroom mirror. I push the teddy bears aside, sit down facing the camera and pick up the Playgirl. I cross my legs, open the magazine, page through, looking for pictures of naked men. "Now spread your legs a bit. Not too much." I uncross so the camera can look up my kilt. "Very nice" says Mrs. Goddard. There's a long pause. I suspect it's because she's zooming in up my kilt. So I spread my legs a little more. I find a blond Russian in the magazine, not much older than me, lying on his side staring out at the camera. Seems he's a hockey player who wants to come to Canada and play in the NHL "and loves big-breasted women and nude beaches." His shaved cock dangles, flows, over one beautifully muscled thigh, almost touches the sheet underneath him. It must be enormous when erect. I feel a little quiver of interest. "Very nice... very nice... now a little more thigh, Samantha..." I adjust my seat, pull my kilt higher. "The magazine... the stuff you're reading... is starting to make you horny, Samantha. Touch yourself as if you're thinking of masturbating... and look at the camera when you do it. Be provocative. Tease." One hand goes under my kilt. A finger rubs my pussy over my thong. To my surprise, it's already a little damp. I smile, all sweet and flirty, at the camera. Whoever's watching is some lucky guy. Maybe he's already starting a hard-on. "Very nice... very nice... now take the stockings and panties off, Samantha... then everything else. Slowly, please, slowly... and look at the magazine or the camera and smile sexy while you do it..." Garter belt, stockings and thong come off. Then the kilt. I take my time untying the tie, undoing the shirt buttons and taking the shirt off. Now it's bra time. I reach for the clasp behind my back, glance at the camera, smile shyly, change my mind, go back to the picture of the naked Russian. His cock hasn't moved. Maybe he's gay. "That's great... a little longer... then the bra. Lovely teasing." I've never taken so long to undo a bra. When it does come off and my breasts are free my nipples suddenly harden. Like a man's erection. They jut out from my breasts like little bullets. This is working. I feel sexy and in charge. Mrs. Goddard's voice is strained, tight. "The camera loves you, sweetie. Now lie back and start playing with your boobs... then your pussy. You know what to do. You've done it lots of times when you're alone. Think sexy... think the sexiest things you possible can... whatever turns you on...I want you to cum Samantha... I want you to cum for this man watching you... maybe lots of men watching you... yes... lots of men... wanting you. Gorgeous rich men." It's not just one. A dozen men, all rich, generous hunks, are watching me. I lift a breast to my mouth, suck on one hard nipple. Then the other. I smile at the men watching me, run my tongue around the nipple, blow a kiss at the watchers. If they don't have hard-ons by now they're probably dead. *** I lie naked on Mrs. Goddard's couch, my legs spread wide... fondle my breasts... close my eyes... think fantasy. I'M IN THE TEAM'S LOCKER ROOM. OUR BOYS WIN THE HOCKEY MATCH, I'M THE PRIZE. BEHIND A ONE-WAY MIRROR COACHES WATCH ME, WAIT, IMPATIENT. UNDRESS, HANG CLOTHES IN LOCKER. SMILE AT MIRROR, WALK NAKED INTO SHOWER ROOM. WHERE THE BOYS ARE. NONE SPEAK, JUST STARE. EVERY BOY STARTS ERECTION. AM FLATTERED. TURN ON SHOWER. BOYS WATCH STEAMING HOT WATER CARESS MY BODY, RUN OFF NIPPLES IN STREAMS. SOAP BODY. TAKE LONG TIME. BREASTS SWAY LIKE HUGE MELONS. NIPPLES HARD. SOAP EXCITES ME. CARESS BETWEEN LEGS, ON CLIT, IN PUSSY. BOYS, ALL MALE MUSCLE, STAND LUSTING UNDER SHOWERS, HOLD COCKS, WATCH. NO SPEAKING. I'M SAD FOR THEM. WANT TO HELP. GO BOY TO BOY, SOAP COCKS AND BALLS. COCKS HARDEN MORE. BALLS TIGHTEN. BOYS WANT ME, DESERVE ME. THEY WON THE MATCH, NOW WANT THE PRIZE. BOYS FONDLE MY BREASTS, HUGE, FULL, HEAVY LIKE MOTHER'S. BOYS WITH THROBBING ERECTIONS FINGER MY PUSSY. ERECTIONS BECAUSE OF ME. I'M RESPONSIBLE. AM PROUD. DON'T LOOK IN EYES. DON'T WANT THEM THINKING I'M EASY, JUST SEXY. STROKE CLIT. I smile at the camera, not a shy smile now, a fuck-me smile... I lick my lips... slowly slide fingers into my mouth... suck on it. Fingers becomes the cocks of all these men watching... I suck deeper... BOY SOAPS MY BODY. LINGERS UNDER HUGE BREASTS, DOWN BETWEEN LEGS. FINGERS TOUCH CLIT, SLIDE INSIDE. BOYS WATCH, STROKE COCKS. WATER POURS OVER MUSCLES, OFF ENDS OF COCKS. WANTING ME. ALL OF THEM. OTHER BOYS SOAP ME, KISS ME, FONDLE BODY. LOVE IT. LOVE HARD MALE HANDS. THEY TRY TO PUSH COCKS BETWEEN MY LEGS. PUSH AWAY. NO... NOT YET... NOT YET. DON'T LOOK IN EYES. NOT THAT SORT OF GIRL. NOT YET. WHEN SAM... WHEN? SOON... SOON. PATIENCE BOYS. KISS BOYS ON LIPS, DON'T LOOK IN EYES. SLIDE SLIPPERY WET FEMALE BODY OVER SLIPPERY WET MALE BODIES. BEND TO TAKE COCKS IN MOUTH. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. STAY BENDING FOR THRUSTING WET COCKS TO SLITHER BETWEEN HUGE WET BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO CUM IN MOUTH AND VALLEY OF SHADOW OF BREASTS. BOYS WANT TO LEAVE CUM IN VALLEY OF SHADOW OF BREASTS. BOYS MUST WAIT. PATIENCE BOYS. Fingers flutter and dance over my breasts, tease my nipples... WALK BACK TO LOCKER ROOM. WATER DRIPS OFF NAKED BODY, LEAVES TRAIL. BOYS CAN FOLLOW TRAIL, FIND ME. KNOW THEY'LL FIND ME. KNOW THEY'LL WANT ME. KNOW THE COACHES WATCH ON OTHER SIDE OF MIRROR. COACHES ALL BIG AND OLD LIKE FATHER WATCH ME. WANT ME. JUST LIKE BOYS WANT ME. FIND USED TOWEL ON BENCH IN LOCKER ROOM. PICK UP, SNIFF DEEP. SMELLS OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE SMELL OF MALE SWEAT. LICK THE TOWEL. TASTES OF MALE SWEAT. LOVE THE TASTE OF MALE SWEAT. RUB THE TOWEL ON PUSSY, WRAP AROUND HIPS. Fingers slip and slide between clitoris and pussy... TEAM CAPTAIN FOLLOWS INTO LOCKER ROOM. THANKS ME FOR LEAVING TRAIL. HUGE AND MUSCULAR, NAKED EXCEPT TOWEL HANGING OVER ENORMOUS ERECT COCK. SAYS HE WANTS ME. WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND. WANTS TO FUCK ME. FEEL SORRY FOR HIM. WANTING THE PRIZE SO MUCH. SMILE. DON'T LOOK IN EYES. HE REACHES ARMS AROUND ME, TOWELS FALLS OFF. WE RUB WET, NAKED BODIES. MY FACE KISSES HIS CHEST. BREASTS SLIDE, FLATTEN AGAINST BELLY. NIPPLES HARD. LIKE DIAMONDS. TEAM CAPTAIN PICKS ME UP LIKE BABY, STANDS ME ON WOODEN BENCH, SAME HEIGHT NOW. COCK OPPOSITE PUSSY. OPEN THIGHS, PULL BACK LIPS, TAKE COCK IN CUNT. SLIDES IN EASY. ADORE THE FEELING. WANT TO HOLD IT IN FOREVER. CRADLE TEAM CAPTAIN'S BALLS IN HAND. COCK THRUSTS IN, OUT, IN OUT OF PUSSY. TEAM CAPTAIN SAYS HE LOVES ME. LOVE HIM TOO. CAN'T SEE HIS EYES. The zone takes over. Nipples, hard like rocks, ache with pain and need... clit becomes the centre of the universe... ANOTHER BOY WALKS IN ROOM. IGNORES TEAM CAPTAIN SLIDING COCK IN AND OUT OF MY CUNT. NEW BOY WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND. LOVE ME FOREVER. WANTS TO KISS ME. TELL HIM TO SUCK MY NIPPLE. SUCKS HUGE, HARD NIPPLE IN MOUTH. CAN'T SEE HIS EYES. BOY SAYS HE LOVES ME. TELL HIM I LOVE HIM TOO. HE'S SO GRATEFUL. REST OF TEAM WALK INTO ROOM. ALL NAKED. ALL WITH ENORMOUS HARD-ONS. EVERY BOY WANTS TO BE MY BOYFRIEND, KISS ME, FUCK ME. FEEL SORRY FOR THEM. SO EAGER. WANT ME SO MUCH. CAN MAKE THEM SO HAPPY. LOVE THEM. ALL OF THEM. TEAM CAPTAIN ROARS, CUMS IN PUSSY, PULLS OUT. THANKS ME. CUM RUNS DOWN THIGHS. My cunt humps my hand... I groan... small scream... body thrashes... LIE ON MASSAGE TABLE. BOYS SPREAD LEGS. I LOOK IN EYES NOW. TELL THEM I'M THE PRIZE, WILL DO WHAT THEY WANT. ANYTHING. JUST WANT THEM HAPPY. TELL THEM SUCK PUSSY... FUCK BREASTS... FUCK FACE... FUCK CUNT... BE HAPPY. LOOK IN EYES. LOVE ME. LOVE ME. ALL LOVE ME. BOYS HAPPY. COCKS GUSH INTO MOUTH. COCKS SPURT OVER BREASTS, BELLY. COCKS DRIVE INTO PUSSY. THROUGH MIRROR COACHES, AS OLD AS FATHER, WATCH, JERK OFF. The first, fantastic growl of orgasm ripples deep within my belly... my hand goes frantic... ALL OF THEM IN ME. ROARING, SHOUTING, CUMMING. EVERYWHERE. BUT ALL AREN'T ENOUGH. ALL NEVER ENOUGH. WANT MORE. MORE. CUM IN ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... DO IT TO ME... THRUST IN COCKS... CUM IN ME... DO IT TO ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... DO IT AGAIN... AGAIN... AGAIN... COCKS... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... COCKS... CUMMING... CUMMING... DON'T STOP... DON'T EVER STOP... CUMMING... CUMMING... CUMMING... YES... YES...YES...YEEEEEEES... YEEEEEESSSSSS." I open my eyes. Mrs. Goddard stands next to the camera, eyes wide, looking as if she's cum right here with me. "Holy jesus... that was lovely, Samantha darling... absolutely wonderful... dear god in heaven..." She takes a tissue out of her pocket, wipes sweat off her face. "That was so good darling..." And when she sits down on the couch next to me and lowers her head to my pussy I spread without being asked, close my eyes and think of the boys in the shower room and their hard, throbbing cocks and cum all over again. *** I make five films for Mrs. Goddard starring me and the black leather couch or the bed, and each time a genuine moaning, groaning, screaming orgasm. After the first film she buys half a dozen different coloured vibrators and we change the vibrator for every film. "To provide some variety." Mrs. Goddard tells me the films are very popular in the Far East. Particularly Japan and Thailand. Certainly, the money's very good here, back home. But Mrs. Goddard says the money will be even better if we do a fuck film, though she calls it "a more adult film." She adjusts her respectable librarian's glasses, makes sure the cord runs correctly under the tight blonde bun at the back of her neck. "There's this really well-built bodybuilder comes into the library sometimes. He's never done anything like this before but I've spoken to him... and told him about you... and he's really interested. You'll love him." "Ok... but he'd better be cute... and I charge eight hundred to fuck." Mrs. Goddard sighs. *** This time we use the bed, all girly and lacy and pink. The teddy bears sit on pillows waiting to watch. David is certainly well built. Muscles in places I've never realized men can have muscles. The bulges under his arm pits are so big he can't get his arms flat against his sides. He also can't get an erection. "Don't you think Samantha's sexy?" asks Mrs. Goddard anxiously from behind the camera. David studies my head, jerking up and down on his flaccid cock. "Sure... I think she's very sexy... it's just..." He gives up. "I don't know..." I stop sucking, get off the bed. "You try" I tell Mrs. Goddard. "You be the fluffer." "What's a fluffer?" David asks miserably. I learn the word from a porno movie Robert shows me. "The girl who gets the guy ready for the fuck scenes. So the star doesn't have to keep working on him. The fluffer gives the star a rest. I'm the star. Don't you forget it, honey." I pull a robe over my naked body, sit down on one of the black leather chairs. This isn't working out quite as expected and it's a bit worrying. I can't remember when a guy can't get a hard-on for me. Maybe because it never happens before. "You're not gay, are you?" I ask David. "I mean, you like girls don't you?" David lies there on the girly bed, a teddy bear on each side of his head, rippling with muscle. His cock nestles modestly between his splendid legs. "Sure," he says. "In fact, I've had lots of girls. Lots." He thinks. "Maybe it's the camera," he suggests. "Yes... that's it. It's the damn camera." Mrs. Goddard rolls her eyes and glances over at me. "I don't think he's gay" she says without conviction. "Show him what you've got again." Obediently, I open the robe, flash breasts and pussy. "Touch yourself," she directs. I put a hand down between my legs and rub my clitoris. "Maybe a little more enthusiasm," she suggests. I rub more enthusiastically. David watches fascinated but his cock ignores me. "Shit!" says Mrs. Goddard in a most un-librarian way. David suggests hopefully to Mrs. Goddard, "Maybe you could try. If you don't mind too much?" She's even more un-librarian. "Goddam it to hell." David suggests shyly, "I've always wanted to fuck you, Mrs. Goddard. In the library, I mean." Mrs. Goddard blushes. "You have? Really? You mean it?" One hand flutters to her necklace. "Oh dear... I don't know what to say." This is getting interesting. I try to help. "Why don't you let your hair down." Mrs. Goddard hesitates, blushes even more, shrugs, takes the pins out of her hair and lets it cascade in blonde waves over her shoulders. David pushes politely. "I think you're very sexy, Mrs. Goddard. Could you take you dress off... undress for me. I'd really like that." Mrs. Goddard unbuttons her respectable librarian's dress and takes it off. She unhooks her respectable librarian's brassiere and pulls her respectable librarian knickers down. David watches and as he watches his cocks stirs, hardens, straightens. By the time she's naked except for the fake pearls he has a full, impressive hard-on. "Wow... great... want me to try again?" I get up from the chair. "That's awesome..." Mrs. Goddard doesn't even look at me. "No thanks," she says firmly. "Just go and press that little red button on the camera..." She climbs on the bed, gets down on her knees, her mouth fastens on David's cock. His hands reach for her breasts. She groans. The teddy bears watch. I press the little red button on the camera. *** END (The Camera Loves Me is chapter 50a in my 109-chapter autobiography "Life, Lusts and Loves of Samantha" exploring my fascinating times between the sheets and other places. My story is true, except that some of the facts have been changed to make it more interesting. Find me at samanthachaborn@gmail.com) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55