Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/C/CHRISTY5.TXT

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    She'd seen him around the apartment building.  A real hunk,
but shy.  She wondered if there was some way to break the ice.
    The opportunity came unexpectedly.  She was sunning herself
in the yard when he approached her.  He was a photographer
looking for a model, would she be interested?
    "Sure."
    Would she have any objection to some possible nude modeling
at a later date?
    "Not at all, as long as it's in good taste."  She suspected
that this would be the best line to take.  Good taste?  She'd
like a good taste of that cock of his.
    A photo date was set for that evening.  He suggested the
sort of clothes to bring.  Christy agreed and promised to see him
later.  "With bells on."  she thought to herself.
    She showed up at his door at the suggested hour.  Larry was
glad to see her.  He showed her to his 'studio' - his spare
bedroom.  His bathroom doubled as a darkroom.
    Although only a bedroom, the 'studio' was professionally
equipped.  Although he claimed only to be an amateur, Larry was
obviously a serious amateur.
    Their first session began.  Strictly 'fashion' shots in a
variety of costumes.  Christy had to admit, he definitely knew
what he was doing.  He seemed to bring out the best in the model
he was working with.  The prints a few days later confirmed it.
He was good.  He'd taken her natural beauty and enhanced it.  The
poses were excellent.  This was professional work.
    So it went for several sessions.  The closest she got to
anything overtly sexy were some swimming suit shots.  Every
night, Christy went home horny, frustrated, but determined.
    Larry finally asked about some lingerie shots.  Christy
tried to hide her enthusiasm, demurely agreeing.
     Maybe she could get a rise out of him this time.  The
lingerie was sexy and the poses provocative, without being
pornographic.  She tried to entice him, tweaking her nipples to
hardness when she was changing in the other bedroom, so that they
stood out again the material.
     Nothing seemed to work.  Larry stayed stolidly behind his
camera, pausing only to pose her.  The end result was some
excellent shot and one very horny woman.
     Darla remarked on it after a rather torrid lovemaking
session that night.
    "You're really got the hots for him, you're obsessed."
     Christy didn't deny it.
    When, a few sessions later, Larry approached her about some
possible semi-nude and nude shots, she quickly acquiesced.  Maybe
this time.
    The poses were erotic, the act of posing nude and semi-nude
was stimulating, but elicited no response from behind the camera.

Christy was enjoying displaying her body to the camera, but found
herself frustrated by her inability to arouse the photographer.
She found herself assuming near-pornographic poses in an attempt
to get a reaction from Larry, but still got no response.
    One night, not too long after, Larry seemed pensive.
Finally, it came out.  He'd submitted some of her latest photos
to a magazine and been offered a commission for more.  "Thing of
it is, they want more action." he explained.
    Christy acted dumb.  "What do you mean?"
    "Well, action.  You see, it's a men's magazine."
    Maintaining her pose of innocence, Christy asked "So?"
    "Well, they want more than just nude shots."
    "Like what?"
    "Uh, like the girl, ah, playing with herself."
    "Oh."
    "I was afraid you wouldn't approve."
    "Oh, no.  I'm sure they'd be in good taste."  Christy
replied, thinking to herself, 'I'd love a good taste of your cock
and love you to have a good taste of my pussy.'
    "It's okay?"
    "I trust you."  she answered.  'I trust you to get so hot
you'll fuck me until I beg for mercy.' she thought.
    For the next session, she wore a particularly sexy outfit,
realizing that she'd not be wearing it long.
    The session started out with shots of her in varying states
of undress, setting the stage for what was to come.  Finally
dressed only in garterbelt, stockings, and heels, she lay back
and began slowly playing with herself.  Larry made no attempt to
interrupt or pose her, simply firing shot after shot.
    As he watched through the camera, she caressed lingeringly
her breasts, bringing her nipples to full erection.  As one hand
stayed at her tits, the other ventured down to her mons, exposing
the pink of her vagina nestled in its auburn bush to the camera's
eye.  She slipped a finger inside, thrumming her clitty to
erection.  A second finger joined the first, then a third.
    She forgot completely about the camera, absorbed in herself,
bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.  Larry moved around
to capture picture after picture.
    Faster and faster, harder and harder she stroked, her climax
nearing.  As if off in the distance, she heard the clicking of
the camera as she drove herself closer and closer.
    At last, she was there.  Release.  She shuddered as waves of
pleasure coursed through her.  Finally fulfilled, she lay back.
    It was quiet in the room.  No click of the camera shutter.
She looked up.  Larry was standing there, mesmerized.  She
noticed the large bulge in his pants.
    Walking to him, she noted, "You've got a bit of a problem
there."
    "Huh?"  he croaked.
    Dropping to her knees before him, she quickly acted before
he could respond.  Unzipping his pants, she pulled his manhood
free of his underwear and out in the open.
    It was huge!  This guy was hung like a horse!  Avidly, she
kissed the bulbous head before parting her lips to swallow the
monster cock before her.
    Although she'd learned a lot about giving head, Christy
wasn't sure she could handle Larry's monster.  Slowly she worked
her way down the length, taking more and more of it into her
mouth and throat.  Larry responded by placing his hands on her
head and urging her on with gentle pressure.  As she neared the
base, she massaged his testicles, feeling them tighten.  She
continued the blow job, sucking his entire prick into her mouth.
As she slurped at the engorged penis, she felt his balls tighten.
He was nearing climax.  Redoubling her efforts she was rewarded
with an eruption of cum.  It felt like she was swallowing a
gallon of jism.
    "That was great!"  Larry breathed at last.  "How can I ever
repay you?"
    "You'll think of something.  Whatever comes to your head."
    Larry was quick to take the hint.  Pausing only long enough
to remove his clothes, he laid her back and dove between her
wide-spread legs, burying his face in her reddish-brown thatch.
Expertly, he tongued her waiting quim.  Christy shuddered with
pleasure as he licked and sucked at her womanhood.  He was
obviously no stranger to cunnilingus, he knew how to please a
woman.  His tongue was exploring her entire sex, flicking her
button, then diving into the depths of her pussy.  He kept up his
oral assault until she was writhing in ecstacy.  She screamed as
she came.
    Awhile later, she came out of her daze to find Larry lying on
his back beside her, his flagpole at full staff.  Not needing a
second invitation, she bent down to slickened it with her saliva,
then straddled his hips.  Carefully, she lowered herself onto his
prick.  Its bulk stretching her vagina as she skewered herself on
his erection.  He was absolutely stuffing her cunt.  She began
gingerly fucking up and down on his cock until she was taking it
in its entirety.  Larry reached his hands to her breasts to
fondle them as they fucked.  It seemed almost no time before she
was quaking in yet another orgasm, but she continued bouncing on
his phallus until it erupted, filling her insides.
    That night, when she finally returned to the apartment, she
had a big smile on her face.
    "You look like the cat that ate the canary."  Darla remarked.
    "Ate the canary, was eaten by the canary, fucked the canary."
Christy answered.