Part 1

I have never liked the terms, "Slut", "Cunt", "Bitch", "Whore" and similar demeaning language as applied to women. Debasing descriptives when aimed at naturally horny and even overtly kinky females make me uncomfortable.

I see it this way; if it's OK for me to have a raging libido and wanting a raunchy romp in her pants... why can't she want that too? Is it wrong for her to have the hormonal overloads that I sexperience? Is she any less human than I am because of that? Does her sexuality reduce her status to those denigrating terms? I think not and am mortified by those of my gender that insist on lowering their women to a gutter level. That's not love; it's not even like!

I tend to appreciate all women of all sizes, shapes, ages and creeds until they prove otherwise with romantic disappointments. Even with those women I have never used the common trash terminology to openly describe them when the relationship went down the toilet.

To avoid discomfiture for the woman I will describe here shortly, it is best that she remain as the anonymous "Ms. X" (Triple X in fact) or in a few paragraphs further... as Ms. SeX!

I first met the girl in question as the result of a nude model search in Miami. My nudie / pornography photo business was doing well enough. I had a client that had commissioned a rather risqué movie poster for his less than grade B horror film.

He wanted me to select an unknown female face and figure to pose stark and suggestively naked for the final product.

After a dozen maybes and out right rejects a talent agency sent miss perfect! The baker's dozen was the charm. She was loaded with charm!

The model "wanna be" was an amateur... she'd never posed nude before except for a few foreplay Polaroids with boyfriends and an ex-husband. She was Ms. X.

The young woman was not ashamed to peel to the buff for test photos. She was a looker and she knew it without being overbearing or boorishly vain. The nude woman was taller than average at five foot nine inches. She was blonde with intensely green eyes. They flashed emerald fire. To add to her appeal were full pouting, blow job lips. (She'd treat me to those before the day was done.)

Her neck was swan like and graceful with delicate sexy shoulders. Peaches and cream skin (to cream on) 'comes' to mind. Her neck seemed to beg for a hicky. Below her shoulders were substantial breasts; slightly pendulous and edible with dark pink aureoles and perky nipples. Readily aroused nipples I must add!

Ms. X was lean wasted... her torso was long and invitingly sleek. The woman's belly was nearly flat leading down to a darkly fleeced pussy. Obviously she was not a natural blonde. So what? She decided on her own to bleach it later on, prior to the serious photo shoot. When she did, both ends matched. Only her photographer knew for sure.

Standing naked before me, balanced erotically on a pair of "Fuck me" heels, Ms. X had gorgeous legs beyond her ass... they gave the impression of going all the way to her dainty shell like ears.

Oh shit... what an erection raising face and body on her! She performed a slow pirouette to let me see all of her assets. Emphasis on "ass".

If I hadn't such "hands off", look but don't touch scruples regarding my models, her tail was excessively inviting. Of course it never crossed my mind to take out Mr. Stiffy, grasp her hips and skewer her pretty cushions then and there. Believe that and I have the proverbial bridge in Brooklyn for sale... cheap! She ran her hands over her butt and part way down the back of her outstanding legs. She nearly drove me up the wall and up her from behind in a Pearl Harbor style sneak attack! That was a calculated suggestive maneuver on her part.

On turning again to face me her green eyes were luminous with wicked mischief. They flitted from my eyes to my swelling crotch and back again. She knew she 'had' the modeling job! So did I. Absent-mindedly she lightly petted her breasts tracing a path down and under them. I'm looking girl... I'm looking and lusting! I'm thinking, 'Oh for cat's sake cut it out... I haven't had real sex in a month of Sundays... I'm going to 'come' in my pants!'

Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, I've experienced that phenomenon more than a few times before and since. It was happening then.

Her gray matter synapses were figuring how long it would take before she 'had' me too. She knew of my 'look but don't touch' reputation with my models in the nude photo industry. Ms. X broke my hypnotized reverie with, "Okay Ron, what's next?"

We began the test shoot. It was either that or whip my erection out and make a fool of myself.

Normally a dozen color and B&W photos would be sufficient to show a client. Ms. X was so overwhelmingly mesmerizing that we burned up more than a hundred frames of film. (Eventually I sold more than half of those pictures to the "jerk off" magazines.)

For a rank amateur Ms. X was an intuitive model... she was the latest one of a handful of those I had encountered over the years. Her interest seemed to focus on porn posing without being asked. She did not openly say as much. She displayed her interest by exhibiting more of her private parts than I asked for, almost from the first shutter click.

On camera she played with her breasts and nipples saying, "Men equate hard aroused nipples with a woman's readiness to have sex and fuck. How does this grab you?" She grabbed me just fine... her nipples were up and hard! She wasn't with me for cutesy glamour photos. I needed border line porn and she knew that as well. She volunteered to go the extra mile.

She had a point, about male sexuality. Two very attractive, lick able and suck able points in fact. I would rather taste and suckle aroused breast appendages than those that are flaccid and unresponsive... wouldn't you? Hers were very aroused and desirably responsive.

Without being asked, she provided alluring straightforward beaver shots, not coy now you see it now you don't exposure. When I did not veto her pussy as being too risqué to photograph she went on to using her fingers, holding open her doors to Shangri-La.

"Is it okay to do this too?" she asked.

Seeing her very pink and very large mini-penis clitoris... all rosy, erect and stunningly pretty, the best I could offer was, 'Uh huh... that's fine, beautiful!' (Wow, was it ever!)

Her little man in the boat was not the only erect sex organ in the studio. Mine was up and leaking copiously as well. It was soaking and staining the thin chinos I was wearing. A large wet spot was spreading for her amusement.

Ms. X took my penis overflow as a sign of appreciation for her attractiveness and abilities. That much was as obvious as the erection I was sporting for her. She was having fun at my expense.

Again, her assessment was correct... I appreciated every inch of her.

Of all of the hundreds of nude women I have ever photographed I am not jaded by any of them. I never cease to marvel at all of them. Ms. X was as marvelous as the best.

She was intelligent with a quick raunchy wit. She was personable to a fault. We hit it off instantly.

When the so-called test shoot was done... she wasn't!

Ms. X, still nude, sidled up to me while I went through the usual process of shutting down the photo equipment. She smelled sweetly and delicately of "White Diamonds". â"¢

She spoke softly asking when she could see her pictures. I told her that I would process the black and white stuff myself, later that night. The color transparencies would take a couple of days longer. (No instant digital gratification was available in those not so long ago days.)

Now leaning against me watching over my shoulder I realized the advantage of her height. If she'd invite me I could fuck her standing up without having to flex my knees. Her breasts were surrounding my bicep. Oh shit, they were warm and entrancing. Round, firm and fully packed. Those were action tits!

She asked, "Its hard work being a photographer isn't it? You seem tense, I can fix that for you?" Without further ado she began massaging my neck and shoulders... those lovely breasts pressing closer. 'Mmmm, nice strong fingers!' I told her. 'Nice warm tits too' which I did not tell her. Not then anyway.

The more she kneaded and manipulated the more my resolve to behave melted away.

Ms. X let her hands drift down my back and front... palpating as they went. 'Mmmm' was about all that I could say.

She commented, "I know that you don't get involved with your models... not even since your divorce do you?" That leading inquiry was followed by, "I'm divorced too, and maybe we could have lunch or dinner some time?"

I had to agree with that and thought to myself, 'I'd love to eat your gorgeous pussy for dinner right now... God you are good. You're bold enough to go for what you want... I like that!'' Her hands kept creeping southward.

When they found my ass and my belt buckle her lips bussed my neck and her tongue flicked out and back giving a soft sexy lick. My cock twitched involuntarily!

Ms. X asked with a smoky, sultry voice, "Would it be too soon and too forward of me... if I offered to fix your 'other problem' before I left?" Her right hand was worming its way beneath my belt. The "problem" she wished to "fix" was apparent.

I had to counter with, 'Hon, you have the job if that's what this is all about.' She never missed a beat. "Don't even go there, I like you Ron... I want to suck you off... cement a friendship maybe, okay? I don't do sex for favors!" There was more than a hint of indignation in the last of her comment. Little did I know about her "favors"? I was accustomed to girls hitting on me in exchange for portfolios and composites they could afford otherwise... I meant nothing untoward by my comment.

I don't wear underpants... don't like them. She discovered that first hand a second later. Her lithe strong fingers had found my slippery erection before I gave permission for the blowjob. She my dilemma well in hand!

It was her turn to say, "Mmmm". Followed by, "Oh boy, you are no slouch... did I do that? Nice cock in there... may I?" I gave tacit permission by undoing my belt and zipper. Oh shit, her strong grip on my dick and her breasts against my arm was more than enticing. She was breathing hotly against my neck and secured my total attention with a lingering kiss and a quickening light teasing hand fuck.

She knelt on the carpet and helped me out of my trousers.

Even on her knees she was tall, perfect for the job. She had the height to literally 'go down' on me.

Glancing up with my leaking mouth organ at her lips she coyly asked if I would stroke her hair while she sucked. "You know, do it like it was some one you really like." 'What's not to love... ah, like about you?' I asked in return and found her hair felt like sexy silk. It added to my arousal. She wasn't being facetious... she could readily mouth fuck me if she felt appreciated... even just a little bit. Give some, get some worked for her.

Ms. X uttered a sigh of contentment with my fingers in her hair. She cupped my balls and reached around with the other hand and felt up my nude ass, squeezing as though it meant something special to her. Then she began. Goddang it she was good!

This was no half assed, jerking me off into her mouth routine in order to get it over with. The outrageously friendly puppy of a girl was fucking me with her mouth. Truly, she was giving a masterful blowjob. From the soft enthusiastic sounds from within her throat she wanted to do it. It was clear that she enjoyed pleasing men. She was not a novice! Her mouth was giving pure pussy action with her lips, tongue and oral cavity only.

It was bliss to stroke her hair seeing and feel what she was doing.

When I finally was forced to say, "Close, very close now, ooh shit!" I gave it as a warning in case she didn't want to go so far as to get a syrupy load of me spurting onto her tongue and down her throat.

Instead of pulling back she began a deep throaty humming. Her mouth and lips vibrated around my erection. The woman took me deeper. 'Oh my, a real hum job' I scarcely had time to blurt and then it 'came'. I hadn't had sex with a real live girl in the longest time it seemed... not for the large amount of 'come' she extracted. I felt her sucking the way one would to pull a thick milkshake through a straw. Ultimately she left a suction induced hicky rash on my pecker, end to end.

Ms. X was genuinely "sucking me off" as promised. I half expected to see my semen squirting out of her ears for all the force she was exerting. She firmly sucked and mouth fucked faster... humming more deeply, until she was certain that I was done. Her cheeks were concave with the effort.

With my hard-on still in place she glanced up, her eyes were sparkling. Releasing my cock from her enchanting captivity she swallowed and then stood. Embracing she asked, "Sloppy seconds?" and then placed her lips to mine. I tasted myself on her mouth and more 'come' leftovers when I slipped my tongue to hers. She could blow me and swap semen any day!

Even through my shirt her knockers felt good against my chest while she ran her hands up and down my back beneath the fabric. Ms. X ground her naked pelvis against my erection before pulling back.

She asked, "I guess this means were still on for lunch and dinner?" 'Damned straight we are!'... how could I not? I needed and wanted more of her... including her friendship. She was warmly, openly affectionate. I needed that.

Later that night she phoned, "Whatcha doin'?" I had picked up the phone in the dark room and was 'doing' her photos. Not coincidentally or surprisingly I was fantasizing about "doing" the real her as well.

I told her with conviction that she was, 'spectacular on film'. (No lie there... I had another boner for the girl before the phone rang as a result of reviewing the day's pictures.)

I asked, 'What're you doing'?

"Well now that I know my pictures are good"... she paused... "I'm doing myself if you must know!"

My turn to hesitate, "You still there?" I was and was breathing harder at her admission. 'I'm here... ' and she launched into a scorching graphic description of her autoerotic pleasuring. Having photographic copies of her large adorable clitoris protruding from her open snatch at hand, I could easily paint mind pictures as she detailed her finger teasing and fucking.

Then she said, "I took a 'lude before starting this... they add to my horniness, they give me wonderful orgasms... hope you don't mind... oooh, ooh man that's good". She sounded a little spacey but very aroused.

I switched to the speakerphone letting her erotic sounds fill the small room. I needed my hands free to scan her luscious pictures and to play with myself, all the while, enjoying her audible sexual resonance.

I wasn't about to let her masturbate alone if I could help it. She liked hearing that. With the sex enhancing pharmaceuticals in her system she asked if I was looking at her "Raunchier pictures and jerking off? Can you see my pussy... the same pussy that wanted to fuck you so much, earlier today? It still wants to ya know!"

Ms. X was no fool, semi-stoned or not. She knew damned well that I was looking at her snatch and going mildly crazy over her and wanting to fuck her so badly that I could taste it.

Jokingly I said, "If you don't stop tormenting me I'm going to have to douse my smoking cock in the photo fixer tank and fix myself." She laughed and rejoined with, "Don't do that Ron" then more seriously she added, "I need you to 'come' with me... oh please, I'm so fucking horny... I want you. I want you to fuck me soon... will you? Please? Oh God, start 'coming'... I'm so close!"

I told her that I would fuck her, '... any time or place you want! Any way that you want it.' No bullshit there either. How about in Macy's window with the Marine Corps Band playing? She could bang me senseless to their cadence if she liked.

"Now,... I want to screw you now... come over here... come 'do' me, oh hurry!" She began an arousing acoustic orgasm... there was no way I could find her now let alone 'come' in her at this hour. Her apartment, from the address on the model release, was twenty miles away. Ah well, that was just a metaphor on her part I assumed. I assumed wrongly!!

My own climax was every bit as urgent and drawn out as hers was. I couldn't help myself and moaned my way through my squirting orgasm almost as loudly as she was doing. We were spurring each other onwards. I spurted while she erupted somewhere down the phone line.

I set up an almost immediate date with her to shoot the erotic nude film poster pictures. She'd see her test pictures over a light breakfast near her apartment and then we'd head for the photo location south of Coral Gables.

The site was in a densely forested tropical hammock. (A true Florida jungle). Large bottles of mosquito repellent were an absolute must for this job! First to ward off the clouds of flying blood suckers and second to create an oily erotic sheen to Ms. X's already sexy figure that I'd be photographing. She had to look glossy and wet with sexual desire.

Over breakfast she mentioned nothing about the masterful blowjob she'd given or the mutual masturbation society's phone conference orgasms. She glowed at the results of her pictures while we ate.

On the drive to our destination we discussed in depth what the client needed from her on a physical, graphic level. She did not mention the B.J. or the subsequent long distance fingering then either. What I thought she and I needed I left up to her. If she had gotten a better offer or simply changed her mind... that was her prerogative not mine. Nope, fucking would be her choice, if at all.