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By *est-couple OP Man 26 weeks ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
There is a fantasy I’ve often imagined in connection with you as my bride, or my girlfriend… this is my fantasy for you, Kirsty.
It doesn’t matter whether you are my girlfriend or my wife - both are delicious places to start. Whichever you are (tell me which you prefer), we start taking nudie photos of each other. I send some candid pictures of you to a magazine, one like Fiesta or Razzle, that shows pictures of Readers’ Wive. The editors like the pictures of you - nude, your lovely titties on display, your legs open to proudly show your womanhood. These are things only a lover or a husband should see, but thousands of men are looking at them - and at home they are getting hard and wanking over your so-available body, shooting their hot sperm across the colour pictures of you on the pages of a magazine. All sorts of men - teenagers, married men, older men, maybe even some of the men you know!
It gets you very wet knowing how sexy you are, how you are making men you don’t know hard, making them want to strip you, and fuck you - to shoot their seed across your breasts, down your throat, or deep inside your breedable young body. We keep looking at the pictures, and it gets us even more horny, and our fucking is even more intense and passionate. I’m always hard, you’re always wet and ready. xxx
Then we get a letter from the magazine. You have been voted ‘Wife of the Year’ by their readers - thousands of them. They want to see more of you, Kirsty, want new pictures that will make them hard, give them fantasies in which they are the lucky man who will take you home, strip you naked and slide into your ready and willing pussy, only pulling out when they have left a huge parcel of potent seed ready to fill your fertile womb with a love child.
You have won some money, a camera and a professional photoshoot, all expenses paid. You are getting wet at the thought of the photoshoot, horny at the prospect of stripping not just in front of me but also in front of men you don’t even know, a photographer and lighting man, and having your make up done by a woman who will probably stay to see you perform your striptease as well. You are soaking wet, aren’t you, just imagining it?
So, we go to London to get your pictures taken. It’s very professional - new lingerie, stockings, heels, a summer dress. Your hair and make up are done for you while you sit in a short silken bathrobe and have your nails painted as well. I think you’ll look best in innocent white, and the photographer agrees. You look perfect, and get dressed, the dress barely concealing your lovely young body, the white patent heels making your legs look long and sexy, the white nylon of your sheer stockings giving them a sheen that would make any man want to stroke and caress them. You meet the photographer and lighting guy in a room adjoining the set. The make up girl is there, too, in case your lustrous dark hair needs to be eased back into place. The men must have seen thousands of girls strip - but they have hungry eyes, devouring you, wanting to see more. They’ve not seen you naked yet, Kirsty, but they soon will. So will the make up girl. The room is strangely excited, and so are you. You are about to take a step into unknown territory - this is far more than a bit of sexy fun in our bedroom with my digital camera. This is pornography and you, Kirsty, are the model!
Then we are ushered into the set on which you are to be photographed, where you will take your clothes off in front of me and in front of two men you have known for less than an hour. You are already aroused at the thought of displaying your body to the world, and when he opens the door you gasp. The room looks just like a country house hotel - all wood panelling, old furniture, flowers, a leather armchair and, at the centre, a huge four poster bed with a dark coverlet. Your clothing and skin are pale, so you will show up well when you are lying on the bed, and the four plump white pillows will show off your shiny hair as well. It’s all calculated to display your charms at their very best.
The photographer beckons me to a chair nearby, the lighting guy sets up his spotlights, and the shoot begins. The first shots are quite tame. You sit in an armchair, first all prim and demure, legs together, then he encourages you to become more relaxed, a little freer with your body, first by crossing your legs to show your stocking tops, and then kneeling on the chair so that, from the back, the seams and tops of your pale stockings are visible. You repeat some of the seated poses while posed on the side of the bed, the photographer himself adjusting your dress to show more of your creamy thighs. I’m hard - and I can see that he is too. I’m sure the lighting guy is just as turned on.
Then he starts to encourage you towards actually stripping, first by opening the buttons of your dress gradually, one by one. You do this, blushing but also aroused, and then begin to shrug the dress off your shoulders to reveal your white lacy bra. A few more instructions pass and you stand up and let the dress fall to the floor.
There’s no going back now, nor any doubt at all that you are utterly turned on. Your nipples are pushing the lace of your bra forwards and we can all see the moist patch at the crotch of your panties. Breathlessly we watch you unclasp your bra and slowly lower it, the camera clicking all the time, until your succulent breasts are revealed. The photographer encourages you to hold and gently squeeze your lovely globes, before asking you to sit back on the bed.
You follow his instructions and, naturally, your legs are open revealing the soaking gusset of your white knickers. He goes in for some close up shots of your scarce-concealed pussy, and then tells you to pull the gusset aside. You obey, and the camera catches the moisture coating your exposed slit. He’s looking deep inside you, seeing a treasure that only I have seen so closely in real life.
You lose your knickers and are now clad only on your white stockings and suspender belt. The white heels are next to go, and the photographer tells you to ‘show some pink, love’. You are confused, so he says again ‘just hold your cunt open so I can see all that lovely juice!’ Again, you obey, and when he suggests you slip a finger in you can hardly refuse: you are just so hot. Before you know it, you are pleasuring yourself before the eyes of two strangers - no, three, because the make-up girl is watching, too, and she has slipped a hand inside her jeans. You cum, shuddering, and he catches the moment on camera of your first release in front of others. A few more shots of you on your knees, or on your back with your legs in the air, and it’s a wrap.
Smiling, the cameraman suggests we have fun on that big bed while he prints the 200 odd shots he has captured on his digital camera.
We are so horny, we are in each other’s arms within seconds, and you have me stripped a bare minute after that. We haven’t got any condoms - they are back at the hotel, damn it - but it doesn’t matter. I’m in you immediately, and your thighs are clamped round my back as I fuck you to ecstasy.
It’s while we are fucking that we realise that the photographer and his assistant have returned. Obviously they knew what was going to happen, and when he offers to take some shots of us in hot action, I tell him to take as many as he wants. You don’t even get the chance to voice an opinion.
As we continue to fuck he circles around, capturing on film our most intimate acts, witnessing things that really should only be done in private. He takes a close up of you taking my cock down to the vet root, and of my fingers and tongue probing and teasing your most secret place. But he takes so many more pictures of my cock entering and opening you, fully embedded within you, and tells you how to pose for maximum exposure if your sex: you ride me cowgirl; he’s underneath when I take you doggy style, and is taking pictures between us when you are on your back with your ankles hoisted high on my shoulders. I’ve been fucking you for over 30 minutes, and he has captured you submit to four more orgasms when I realise I can’t hold back any more. I know you are not on the pill and I warn you I am close. Your only reply is to draw me in even closer to you and cross your ankles across my naked back. I could pull out now, even if I wanted to. You feel me swelling, and your hand snakes out to massage my balls, swollen with my seed and my need. With a roar I release a massive torrent of sperm deep into your unprotected and fertile body, my seed shooting past your cervix and claiming your body as mine - mine, Kirsty, mine because I own you and want you and love you. The photographer captures my final living thrusts and then zooms in on my cock, coated with hot white seed. As I withdraw his camera focuses on how my seed flows out of your open womanhood. We have never fucked so wonderfully before, but we know it won’t be the last time we cum this way. |
