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The camera shutter closes once again. Capturing every line. Every curve of your rockin’ hot body. Barely contained within the skimpiest stars and stripes bathing suit imaginable. Long blonde hair glimmering in the late afternoon sun. Its glare reflects off the red heart-shaped sunglasses hiding your deep blue eyes. A shade of blue matched by the lake beside us. Taking advantage of a small clearing on the shore. Among the trees and tall grass along the water’s edge. Providing me with a dreamily filtered light to work with as the photographer. Eighties music plays from my phone via a Bluetooth speaker. You lie on a white beach towel. Back arched. Head tossed back. Breasts barely contained by thin strips of red and white striped lycra. High and majestic in the late April sky. One more gorgeous split second in time preserved forever.

“How’s that?” you ask after I capture multiple shots of that pose.

“Perfect.”

“I need another drink. You want another?”

“Sure.”

Your tits immediately become uncovered as soon as you move to stand. Giggling and making no effort to cover them as you walk to the cooler. The thong bottom of your suit leaves little to the imagination. Your firm round ass proudly on display. I catch a glimpse of your pussy each time you bend over while preparing cocktails on the beach. I can’t help but imagine putting my cock in your tail on the beach. The warm and slightly humid weather tempered by a slight breeze coming off the cool waters of the lake. Isolated in our small cove behind your home. Nothing but tree-covered hills across the water. Your neighbors are nowhere to be found on this beautiful spring weekday. Probably at their day jobs. You and I have no such obligations. Carving our own respective paths through the wilderness of life. Beautiful people don’t play by the same rules as everyone else. If for no other reason than we’re barred from doing so. But no one can say we didn’t try. Ergo, here we are. Modern-day libertines operating outside the rat race.

“Here you go,” you hand me a fresh vodka cranberry on ice in a clear plastic cup. We drink to a successful glamour photoshoot in progress. We also make an unspoken toast to your spectacular fake titties. Masterfully produced and money well spent. Your girls staring at me. I can’t look away. You press them tight against my chest. Throwing an arm around my neck. Kissing me passionately. Our tongues savoring the flavor of vodka and cranberry juice in each other’s mouths. The delicate aroma of Very Sexy fills my head. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed me during our session. It’s how you greeted me when I arrived an hour ago. It’s totally cool. To think there was a time when I would’ve been uncomfortable with it. hat I would’ve felt “unprofessional” engaging in such behavior. But that would be according to the definition of “professional” applied to – and by – the aforementioned rat racers who long ago disqualified me from playing their game. If allowing you to kiss me gets me your best performance as a model on camera, then I’m totally game. I’m also game to spank and squeeze your bare ass cheeks. You giggle while your lips are still locked with mine. Then tremble as I run my finger down your crack and between your legs. Brushing the warm swollen pussy lip escaping your bathing suit.

“Are you ready for strawberries?”

“Absolutely,” you return to the cooler. Bending over again. Giving me another glimpse of your tight pink pussy. And a bit of your tight pink asshole too this time. You retrieve a plastic package of strawberries. Bright red to match your swimsuit, sunglasses, and the sexual tension hanging in the rich shoreline air. You return to the beach towel. I direct you to lie on one side.

“Do I need to cover my tits?”

“You don’t need to cover anything you don’t want to.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

More laughter and sexual tension fill the air. Propping yourself up on one arm. Titling your head back. Looking to the sky. I snap photo after photo. Capturing every slow sensual movement. Holding the strawberry above your face. Bringing it down to your lips. Swirling your tongue around it. Biting off the lower half. Rubbing the other half on your nipples. Covering them in sweet juices. I set down my camera and move in close. You roll onto your back. I lick and suck your right nipple. Removing every trace of strawberry juice. My tongue twirling over your hard pink nipple. Sucking on it with all my might. Repeating the process with your left breast. You cradling my head and moaning softly the entire time. I kiss your lips. You pass the partially chewed strawberry from my mouth to yours. I finish the chewing and swallow it. We didn’t plan or ponder any of this. We just fucking did it for the sheer pleasure and thrill of it all.

“Do you mind if I get out of this bathing suit?”

“I insist.”

Even more laughter and sexual tension fill the air. You waste no time stripping out of your bathing suit. I place it in your bag while you take another drink of vodka cranberry. And I let you go wild. Photographing your various improvised poses. Capturing your playful liberation from clothes. A glorious fashion show of tits, ass, and pussy. Rolling around on the beach towel. Whipping your hair about. All to the sounds of eighties hits. Lying on your side like before with the strawberry. Except this time you hold one leg up high in the air. Your pussy totally shaved and soaking wet for all the world to see. It’s probably a good thing your neighbors aren’t home right now. Except for maybe that one neighbor girl with whom you had a sexual encounter on your boat. Near this spot. That’s where you and her licked each other’s spot. My cock growing harder and juices flowing faster as I visualize another woman eating the beautiful pink pussy before me.

“I wish my one neighbor were here right now,” you opine as if reading my mind. It’s more likely that our dirty and kinky minds think alike.

“We should do that shoot sometime.”

“I wish you could’ve shot us on the boat that time. We were dancing and drinking. We got a little buzzed. So, we stood on the ice chest together. She removed my bikini top. Then the bottoms. I pulled off her bikini and we were both butt ass naked. I gave her a lap dance. Rubbing my tits in her face. Grinding my ass and pussy on her bare lap. She spread her legs wide open for me. I turned around and rubbed my ass right on her pussy. She was so fucking wet. I got her warm juices all over my butt. She started moaning. That made me want to go further. I turned back around and started kissing her. Pushing my tongue deep inside her mouth. She did the same to me. I dropped to my knees between her legs and started sucking her big fake titties. Then I stood so she could suck my tits while we rubbed and fingered each other’s wet pussy.”

You’re trembling while now posing on all fours. Knees wide apart. Your pussy and asshole in full view. Pussy juices running down your thighs. I capture it all while struggling not to tremble myself.

“We laid down on the boat seat. I rubbed my pussy against hers. It made my pussy even tighter and wetter. Hers too. I was so excited because I’d always wanted to do that. And I was excited because I’d always wanted to do her. She’d been making my pussy wet ever since we first met. Oh my God. My pussy is so tight and wet right now just thinking about it.”

“I know. I’m getting it all on camera.”

“I’m glad. I can’t wait to see it. Anyway, she was still lying on the seat as I knelt down between her legs. Slowly licking my way up the inside of each thigh. Then licking all around her pussy before finally touching the tip of my tongue to her clit. It was so hot and swollen. We held hands and looked into each other’s eyes while I licked and sucked her clit. Then I licked and sucked on her pussy lips. I was so fucking excited. I’d been wanting to play with her for so long. I couldn’t hold back anymore. That’s when I spread her pussy wide open with both hands and licked her back and forth. Fucking her pussy with my tongue. Pushing it inside her as deep as I could. She was moaning loudly at this point. Arching her back and tilting her head backward. My pussy kept getting tighter and wetter. So did hers as I devoured all of her sweet warm pussy juices. She tasted so fucking yummy. I finally made her cum all over my face. We kissed passionately before switching places. My pussy was aching badly for her tongue. She was totally magic as she licked, sucked, and tongue fucked my pussy just like I’d done to hers. She looked so fucking sexy eating my pussy. I just kept getting tighter and wetter until she made me cum all over her face. Then we kissed and giggled and cuddled. It just felt so fucking good and was so much fun. Plus, she was a guest on my boat and I wanted to be a good hostess.”

I’m not even taking photos at this point. Nor are you striking poses. The sun is beginning its western descent behind the treeline. We still want to get some shots inside. On your bed. I’m fighting the urge to remove my cock from my jeans and fuck you right here on the shore. I know I’m more than welcome to do that if I want. But I’d rather play things out a little longer. A more theatrical approach leading to the grandest climax possible. An experience that rivals the tale of hot girl-on-girl boat action. I sense that you’re thinking along the same lines.

“Wanna go get in the hot tub?”

“Let’s do it… Right after you purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka.”

You laugh in faux-protest but waste no time sprinting into the lake. Splashing, giggling, and striking poses. After snapping twenty or so shots, I motion you back in.

“How was that?” you inquire while throwing your arms around my neck. Your wet naked body pressed against me.

“Excellent… Even if that’s not Lake Minnetonka.”

“Smart ass,” you plant another deep kiss on my lips. Hot as it is, you’re shivering from being in the water, “Now I really do need to get in the hot tub.”
We pack our stuff and start walking up the trail back to your home. You lead the way. Clad in only sandals, your heart-shaped sunglasses, and a tote bag over your shoulder. Spring in full bloom. Trees, now lush and green following a long cold winter, tower above us. The amber rays of the setting sun shining like heavenly lasers between infinite layers of leaves. The fresh aroma of rebirth fills my nose. A multitude of bird species singing their respective songs. I should be taking it all in right now. More so than I am. Or paying better attention to the winding and rocky dirt trail. And keeping a more attentive eye out for snakes. But the only dangerous snake present is the long and hard one in my jeans. Ready to strike with hot sticky venom with each bounce of your firm round bare ass mere inches in front of me. Begging to be spanked, squeezed, and more. If only my hands weren’t preoccupied with the utilitarian task of carrying various items.

The sun is easing into the horizon when we reach your place. I’m still preoccupied with your spectacular rear. Following it up the stairs to your massive back deck. Your home is dark when we enter through the sliding glass door into the living room. We set down our stuff. You return to the deck and turn on the hot tub while I double-check my camera bag. Ensuring I’m not missing anything. It’s all good. Then I see you standing there. Looking at me with playful mock disapproval.

“You are wearing too many clothes, mister.”

“One of us has to embody a little modesty.”

“Oh, whatever. You got to see me naked all afternoon. Now it’s my turn to see you naked.”

I never intended for this to be part of my glamour session package. But why not? I sigh facetiously and undress. Removing my t-shirt and cowboy boots. You observe every movement with anticipation. Expressing an impressed “Mmm…” when I free my raging manhood from its tight and faded denim prison.

“Ooh,” you head to the kitchen, “let me grab the champagne. Go ahead and get in. I’ll be right out.”

Butt ass naked, I go out onto the deck. More eighties music plays. Isolated from the outside world by a wall of trees on either side. It wouldn’t matter if your next-door neighbors were home. Trespassing would be required on their part to witness any debauchery going down over here. I ease myself into raging one-hundred-degree waters. Fiberglass contours embrace my naked flesh. Leaning my head back on the padded rest. I close my eyes. Pontificating internally on the architecture and morality of a photoshoot still in progress. My confidence in what I’m doing is matched by the physical relaxation I’m now experiencing. No anxiety. No guilt. No doubt.

“Hey… You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you?”

I shake my head no. Opening my eyes to observe your hot naked body above me. A bottle of champagne in one hand. Two glasses in the other. A pair of bath towels under one arm. Objects framing a glowing smile. One expressing sheer confidence and comfort. I too know that feeling right now. You set down the glasses and towels. Handing me the bottle so I may do the honors. I cover it with a towel and pop the bubbly. Filling two glasses while watching you ease into raging one-hundred-degree waters. Fiberglass contours embrace your naked flesh. We drink to a successful first half of our glamour session. You shower me with flattery regarding my artistic vision and approach to portrait photography.

“I just love your self-portraits. I know I’ve said it before. But that’s what made me want to pose for you.”

“Thank you. It works out well for me. I don’t have to continually pay models to pose for my camera. Not that I ever come across any I’d want to shoot. Much less pay. Most of them are either fat pigs or flat-chested methheads. Even the few who don’t fall into those categories just want free money. They have no interest in creative expression whatsoever. I could go on forever on them, but whatever. I’m fortunate enough to have sex appeal that I can use to attract clients. Along with the artistry, skills, and confidentiality to ensure we produce memorable images and experiences that stay just between us.”

“I totally agree with you on all of that. I’ve looked at the portfolios of other photographers around here. The models are totally nasty and bitchy looking. I wouldn’t even consider them models. And the photographers come across like total creeps. Even the female photographers. For me, it was you or no one.”

“You have no idea how that makes me feel.”

“It’s so true. And you definitely have the sex appeal part down,” you place a hand on my knee. Moving it slowly up my thigh. Gripping my rock-hard cock and stroking it. I close my eyes and exhale. Letting myself go in the moment.

“Is it okay if I do this?”

“Yes,” I sigh without a hint of facetiousness this time.

“I just want to make sure I’m being a good hostess… And client.”

“You most definitely are,” I nod in assurance. That statement hits me hard. Making me reflect on all those years spent entertaining women throughout the region. From one end to the other. Night after night. Most of them appreciated my efforts. And made efforts of their own to be excellent hostesses, clients, and audiences. But the pendulum swung over time. To the point where I could no longer perform. It didn’t make any sense. I had no competition. And if I did, I still would’ve been the best. This haunted me for years. Only recently did I release what they were trying to tell me. They were saying, “We don’t believe we’re good enough for you.” I suppose that’s flattering in its fucked up way. Yet it presents me with an impossible task. If I’d been the problem, I could’ve solved it by fixing myself. But I can’t fix others. Only they can do that. Regardless, I’ve made a point of applying this hard truth to seeking out photography clients. Targeting and holding out only for the best prospects. And that’s why I’m here with you right now. My precum flowing beneath the water as you stroke my throbbing shaft back and forth. Watching you dribble champagne down your chin while trying to take a sip at the same time. It’s so endearing how ditzy and adorable you are.

“Damn. That didn’t work out so well.”

“I’ve got you,” I lean in and lick the streak of champagne from your chin. You giggle. My tongue traces your lips. Then pushes inside your mouth. Your tongue returning the favor. Our lips locked once again. My hand on your pussy. Massaging your swollen clit. Sliding my fingers inside your velvety tunnel of love. So hot and wet. More so than our immediate surroundings. I motion for you to sit on the edge of the hot tub. Ready to demonstrate how much your generous hospitality means to me. Trickling champagne from my glass onto your perfect tits. Kissing and licking your neck. Making you sigh with anticipation. Licking and sucking your nipples like I did on the beach. This time flavored with champagne rather than strawberry. My tongue follows the trail of champagne down your stomach. Lowering my body back into the water with your pussy coming ever closer.

“I wonder if I could drink enough champagne that it would come out of my nipples.”

I nearly choke with laughter, “I think you’d die of alcohol poisoning long before you could pull that off.”

“Yeah,” you sigh between giggles, “I guess you’re right.”

Your quirky humor emboldens me even further. I spread your legs wide. Revealing your beautiful pussy in all its delicate pink glory. I lick my way up the inside of one thigh. Then the other. Licking all around your pussy. Touching the tip of my tongue to your hot and swollen clit. You take my hand and gaze into my eyes while I lick and suck your clit. I hear you moaning softly as I lick and suck your equally hot and swollen pussy lips. I spread your pussy wide open with both hands. Licking you back and forth. Fucking your pussy with my tongue. Pushing in as deep as I can. You’re moaning loudly now. Tilting your head backward. Gripping onto the edge of the hot tub with both hands for dear life. My cock growing bigger and harder. Licking and sucking your clit again while fucking your pussy with one finger. Then two, Then three. Devouring all of your sweet warm pussy juices. Overwhelmed by how fucking sweet and delicious you taste. Making you cry out in ecstasy and cum all over my face.

“Oh, wow!” you drop back down into the water and kiss me. Devouring your sweet juices from my lips.

“I just want to be an appreciative guest.”

“You most definitely are. But I want to make sure I’m being a good enough hostess. Sit your butt up here.”

You smack the edge of the hot tub where you had been perched. I take the hot seat with anticipation. My ass is fiberglass as you replicate the same champagne trick on me. You kiss and lick my neck.

“Mmm… You smell amazing.”

The compliment I’ve heard literally thousands of times from thousands of women. Women who, at the very least, were physically intimate with me in their imaginations whether I wanted it or not. But there’s no time for reflecting on that now with your magic lips and tongue on my nipples. Perfectly teasing every nerve ending. The sassy expression on your face. So confident in your hedonistic skills. I had no idea it could feel this fucking amazing to have my nipples licked and sucked. And yet that’s nothing as you move down to my raging cock. Aching and throbbing. Precum flowing nonstop. Your lips locked on tight. Your magic tongue dancing along every inch of my head and shaft with expert precision. The same sassy and self-confident expression on your face. Probing the hole of my cock with the tip of your warm wet tongue.

“Mmm… You taste amazing too.”

I hear myself moaning increasingly louder. It’s now my turn to hang onto the edge of the hot tub with white knuckle grips. Your delicate hand stroking my shaft furiously while you gently lick and suck my balls.

“Cum for me. I want to taste all of you.”

You lick and suck my head. Still jacking me off. Still flashing the same devilish grin of pure confidence. I once again throw the scruples of my past into the proverbial wind and let go. Falling through space and time. Relaxing to a degree I never knew possible until now. You prove yourself to be the hostess with the mostess as my cock explodes in your wanting mouth. Wave after wave of white hot cum. You consume every drop with unbridled enthusiasm. You pull me down into with water with you. Kissing me with reckless abandon.

“Ready to strike more poses for me?”

“How do I look?”

I examine her slightly smeared makeup framed by damp tussled hair, “Perfect for what we’re about to do.”

“I can’t wait. But I really have to pee first.”

You exit the tub. Running off wrapped in a towel. Champagne bottle in hand. I get out, dry off, and head for the living room. Retrieving the softbox I set up earlier. Bringing it onto the deck. Aiming it through the master bedroom window. I go to the bedroom and see my artistic vision in action. An artificial full moon shining through Venetian blinds. Casting alternating lines of light and shadow on zebra print sheets. I turn on an umbrella light at the other end of the room to lighten the shadows and show more detail. Mounting my camera on a tripod and using a shutter remote this time. I turn on more eighties music. Something darker and more dangerous this time. You enter, drop your towel to the floor, and go to set down the bottle out of frame.

“Keep it. You’ve been up partying all night and are now ready to crash.”

You lounge on the bed. Letting your inner wild animal run loose on the zebra print sheets. I capture you spread eagle as you chug champagne straight from the bottle. Licking your fingers. Rubbing and fingering your pussy. Then face down. Arm over the side. Bottle in hand. Passed out from the exhaustion of too much naughty girl behavior. The shadow of the blinds falls across your naked body like a Nagel painting. They fall on me like I’m Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Into infinity. It’s bedtime in libertine heaven.

“But what if I can’t fall asleep?”

“What do you do when you can’t fall asleep?”

“I do this,” you remove a vibrator from the nightstand drawer. Lying back and spread eagle again while massaging your clit with silicone bunny ears. Head tilted back. Moaning softly. I came hard only minutes ago. Yet I’m once again cocked, locked, and ready to rock. You roll over on all fours. Reaching back between your legs to massage your pussy. Running your toy back and forth. I move the camera to face your bubble butt. Pussy and asshole well light and in full view of my lens. Taking shot after shot while you moan and giggle.

“I’ve been a very bad girl.”

“Yes, you have,” I walk over and slap your ass.

“Ooh, yeah. Spank me.”

Our photoshoot has concluded and I now focus solely on being a good guest. Spanking and squeezing your firm round cheeks. Watching you play with your tight pink delicate pussy. Admiring your tight pink delicate asshole. I bend down and lick the soft ridges of your forbidden love tunnel.

“Oh… Fuck yes!” you moan with approval, “Tongue fuck my asshole.”

I push my tongue deep inside your warm softness. Just like your pussy, your asshole is sweet like candy. Thrusting my tongue in and out. Your battery-operated boyfriend and I bringing you to another orgasm.

“Lie down,” you drop your vibrator to the floor, “I want to suck your cock again.”

“Only if I can eat your pussy again.”

I lie down on the bed. You get on top of me in a sixty-nine position. Lines of bright light and dark shadow across our trembling naked bodies. You deep throating my throbbing cock. Swirling your tongue around my head and shaft. Consuming my endless precum. Me eating your tight pussy while fingering your asshole. Sucking your clit. Moving back and forth between licking and tongue fucking your pussy and ass. I can’t get enough of either.

“I need to get some of that too. Lift up your butt for me.”

I roll my hips forward as you bury your face between my cheeks. Kissing and licking my asshole. Pushing your tongue deep inside while I do the same to you. Both of us moaning from the pleasure and laughing at the audacity of our ass eating sixty-nine.

But now the moment is upon us. It’s time for us to consummate our newfound working relationship. To show our respective appreciation for each other as hostess and guest respectively. And to give each other immense pleasure as friends. You turn around and straddle my cock on your knees. Slowly lowering yourself upon me. Giving your pussy time to open wide enough to take in all of me. After an intense and agonizing moment of anticipation, you and I are officially fucking. You waste no time riding me hard and fast like a naughty cowgirl. Leaning forward. Smothering me with your gorgeous big titties. I lick and suck your nipples with relentless insatiability. As if I really could drink champagne from them. Your tight pussy clamping down on my shaft. So hot and wet. I feel you squirting on me as you shake with another orgasm.

“I want you to cum inside me.”

I’m closing in on another climax myself but want to do so with an even bigger bang this time. Pushing you off me. Positioning you back on all fours. I kneel behind you. Sliding my swollen aching cock deep inside your swollen aching pussy from behind. Thrusting hard and fast. Fucking you with reckless abandon. Our moans now screams of agonizing ecstasy. Each of us on the verge of an earth-shattering climax. Your sexy ass bouncing off my pelvis every time I drill you mercilessly. Each thrust now its own orgasmic pageant. I hold off for as long as I can. Experiencing delayed gratification the way it was intended. For the sake of my pleasure and nothing else. But I can no longer hold back once I feel your pussy erupt with a geyser of hot juices squirting all over my cock, balls, pelvis, and thighs. My cock unleashes a violent tsunami of hot sticky cum deep inside you. Wave after seemingly endless wave. The ghosts of the past exorcised from me in one fell swoop. Leaving me liberated to realize my immense potential to the absolute fullest.

Now that’s a glamour shot.