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Amateur Glamour Model

8/15/2006

A local man convinced me to model for him and some friends.



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“Good morning, Adriana, my little ray of sunshine!” The
chubby, Italian restaurant owner, said, as he entered
the newsagent shop, that I used to work in. “How are you this
morning?” “Fine, ” I replied, smiling, as I folded his
newspaper and took a packet of his usual cigarettes from
the shelf. I looked forward to Tullio’s visits, each day;
he was a very happy man, mid forties, with shoulder length
black, wavy hair, and a big moustache. He always took the
time to flatter me, which I appreciated. As, he handed over
a £10 note; he took a card from his jacket pocket, “How much
will it cost to place an advert in your window?” He asked,
as he passed it over the counter. Local Camera Club MODELS
WANTED Portrait & Glamour Over 18’s only. Generous
hourly rate. “That will be fifty pence, per week, ” I replied.
Tullio smiled, “I’ll go for the whole month, thanks.” He
said in perfect English, but with a sexy Italian accent.
“I didn’t know that you were a photographer, ” I told him,
as I took his change from the till. “I am sure that there are
many things that we don’t know about each other!” He laughed.
“Yes, I love to take pictures of beautiful things, you know?
A sunrise, a bright red Ferrari, a beautiful girl, it is
all the same to me. My friend and I have a small studio, above
one of my shops, where we have a darkroom, and some of our
friends can take pictures, in private.” As there were no
other customers around, I continued the conversation,
“What sort of photos need to be taken in private?” I joked.
Tullio raised his eyebrows, and grinned, “Wouldn’t you
like to know! A beautiful woman like yourself, would always
be welcome to find out.” I laughed, as a young boy entered
the shop. As he was closing the door, he turned and looked
at me, “We will talk about this, again, tomorrow, ” and
left the shop. I spent the rest of the day fantasising about
being a model, or a girl in a ‘top shelf’ magazine. It was
fun, but even though I had always been considered ‘pretty’,
I felt that I would be too tall (5 ft. 9ins.) and my boobs (34DD)
would be too big, but my fantasy was fun while it lasted.
At exactly the same time, the following day, Tullio came
into the shop, “Good morning, my ray of sunshine, can I say
that you look even more beautiful, today.” I had his paper
and cigarettes prepared, and handed them over. As he passed
me the £5 note, he smiled, and said, “ I have told my friend
that you are interested in modelling for us, I have arranged
for him to meet you in my restaurant. We will meet you at 1.30,
don’t be late.” My head was in a spin; he couldn’t possibly
be serious, could he. At 1.30, I was outside the restaurant,
debating whether to go in, or not, my heart beating like
a drum, and butterflies in my stomach. “Adriana, you are
on time. I like that, in a person, ” Greeting me with two
kisses, Tullio held the door open for me. He then guided
me, past a couple of customers, to a secluded table at the
back, where a younger, English man, with glasses, was sitting.
“This is Ian, who owns the camera shop, next door, and this
is, the beautiful, Adriana.” I blushed, as I shook hands.
As I sat down, he ordered some pasta and a bottle of wine,
for the three of us, in Italian, from a gorgeous, muscle-bound,
waiter. Ian turned to me, “Tullio, tells me that you would
like to pose for our club.” I snapped, “This is all happening
too quickly, I didn’t say that I would, ” “You didn’t say
that you wouldn’t!” Tullio responded. “Why do you want
me, surely there are plenty of younger girls who would love
to model, for you” I asked them as the food arrived. Ian looked
at Tullio, who nodded, “Yes, we do get quite a few girls from
the college, who like the money, and enjoy ‘showing off’,
but some of our members would like to photograph a more………voluptuous,
older woman. Not that you fall into the category of ‘older’!”
I should hope not! I was only 29. “If I was interested, what
would I have to do, nothing rude, I hope?” I asked as I sipped
my red wine. They looked at each other, and smiled, they
knew that I was interested, but how would they get me to commit?
When I had finished eating, Tullio suggested visiting
the studio. We went outside, and Ian unlocked the door next
to the restaurant. He led the way, up the stairs; Tullio
followed, muttering something in Italian, “What did you
say?” I asked, “I am sorry, I was just telling myself that
you have a most fantastic arse!” I was wearing my favourite
jeans, which were very tight, and did emphasis the shape
of my cheeks. The wine was now starting to take effect. “Thank
you, ” I giggled, as I wiggled it in his direction. If their
plan had been to get me drunk it was certainly working. There
was an office, the studio, which was actually, quite large,
and a couple of more rooms, which were locked, leading off.
The studio had a small stage and was surrounded by some very
professional, looking, lights and tripods and an assortment
of chairs. There were also two large cupboards, that, when
opened were full of, theatrical props, hats and some women’s
clothing. “My God, I thought that this was just for a few
of your friends.” I turned to Tullio. “It is, but if a job
is worth doing, it’s worth doing properly” he chuckled,
“the members who use this, all shop with Ian, so the expense
is worth it”. There was also, a small bedroom, with a shower
and toilet; there was even a pool table. “What are these
for?” I asked, “Sometimes my new waiters have nowhere to
stay, and sometimes, I like a bit of privacy.” They laughed
at their ‘in joke’. “So, what do you think?” Ian asked me.
"You haven’t told me what sort of pictures you want
me to pose for, ” I replied. “Well, there’s a meeting on
Friday, you could do some portraits, and, if you want, some
glamour shots, with your jeans and top on.” He looked at
Tullio, who smiled “You don’t have to do topless………..unless
you want to.” The butterflies were back in my stomach. “Okay!”
I stuttered. Friday would be good for me, as my daughter
would be with her father, for the weekend, and my husband,
Sam, would be working late and not be home, until the early
as usual. I arrived, at the restaurant, at the agreed time,
wearing my western boots, tight jeans, and a Lycra t-shirt,
with a sports bag, full of t-shirts, blouses, and bra’s.
Tullio met me, and greeted me with a kiss, on the lips. We
went upstairs, where there were 6 guys and Ian, standing
around, drinking coffee, chatting and fiddling with their
cameras. As I was introduced, I heard two guys talking about
my breasts, “Fucking Hell! Have you seen the size of them?
I hope she gets them out, ” the shorter one said, his friend
replied, “Tullio hasn’t let us down, yet!” They both laughed.
As Tullio returned downstairs, Ian took me to a small changing
room, which had a table, chair and large mirror. “This should
give you some privacy, when you want to change outfits, ”
he told me, as he produced a bottle of wine and a glass. “What
should I wear?” I asked him, “You look fine, so why not start
like that. Just come out, when you’re ready.” He replied.
I gulped down two large mouthfuls of wine, and made my way,
onto the stage. Ian placed a gold coloured chair, next to
me, and announced, “As you know, this is Adriana’s, first
time, and she’s nervous, so what ever poses you want, ask
me, instead of, just, shouting at her.” Over the next half-hour,
I went through a number of poses, straddling the chair and
bending over it. It was easier than I had expected, and I
quickly relaxed, even suggesting some poses, myself.
Ian handed me my glass, and asked if I would mind changing
my top, I nodded agreement, as I again, gulped at the wine.
In the changing room, I had just taken off my t-shirt, and
was loosening my bra, when I heard the clicking of a camera,
startled, I turned around, the door was still open, continuing
to take shots, of me, in my bra, the guy said, “OOPS! Sorry,
I should have asked, but I couldn’t resist a couple of ‘voyeur’
shots, ” the others were watching, smiling. I smiled back,
“It’s okay, but you should have asked.” I wore a white, silk
shirt for the next session. A, larger, ‘throne’ type had
replaced the original, chair. The poses were similar,
until someone asked me to unbutton my shirt, I looked at
Ian, who grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Slowly, I
did as they had asked, leaving one, fastened at my bust.
I could tell from their faces, that this was what they wanted,
my cleavage look huge, and I felt my nipples poking through
the lace of my white bra. My poses nearly all consisted of
me bending over, swinging my pendulous breasts, which
I found very stimulating. On impulse, I opened the last
button, giving them a better view. As I left the stage, to
change, Ian again, approached me, “How do you feel about
going topless? The guys would really appreciate it, ”
I smiled and raised my eyebrows, he gave a ‘thumbs up’, to
his friends. In my room, I removed my shirt and bra, and looked
at myself in the mirror, my breasts were swollen, larger
than ever now. It was now or never, I teased my brown, nipples,
took another long gulp of wine, and the bottle was empty,
now. I slipped on a transparent chiffon blouse, which was
see through, again, only fastening, one button, and left
my bra, on the table. As I walked across the room, the men
fell silent as they stared at my bouncing breasts. When
I took my place on the stage, the guys were nudging each other,
and looked very excited. I moved around, bending over,
and squatting; my tits never actually coming into view.
With my back, to them, I undid the button and took off my top.
I was trembling with excitement, but the wine had made me
very relaxed, and I was now losing all of my inhibitions.
When I turned round, with my arms in the air, the camera clicks
sounded like machine-gun fire! I posed for about 15 minutes,
getting more and more excited, by the second, “ Drop your
jeans, and show us your knickers, ” someone shouted. Immediately,
I undid the top button and pulled the zip down, exposing
my red G-string, I couldn’t stop grinning, as I turned around,
and slid the jeans down over my bum, flashing my cheeks,
then pulling them up, just as quickly. I felt so naughty,
my breasts wobbling, as I ran from the stage. Ian joined
me in my room, “thanks for a great night, the guys want to
know if you’ll come back next week?” I didn’t need asking
twice, frantically, nodding my head. When I had dressed,
only Ian was left, “Tullio, would like you to join us for
supper, ” he said as we walked downstairs. The restaurant
was busy, but we were led to the same secluded table, where
I sat between the two men. Tullio, called the same waiter,
as before, and ordered food and wine for us. “Tell me, did
you enjoy yourself?” he asked, as he put his arm around my
shoulder, he felt warm and was wearing very expensive cologne.
“Yes, it was wonderful, so exciting, Ian has asked me back,
next week.” “I’m sure he has, but, you didn’t do anything
that you didn’t want to, did you?” Tullio looked at Ian,
for confirmation. With a big smile, Ian replied, “Well,
you won the bet! We did see her tits! With a flash of arse,
too!” Both men laughed out loud, as I blushed, bright red.
The, young waiter arrived with our wine, “Adriana's
good health!” Tullio toasted me. “Bet, what bet?” I asked.
Hugging me firmly, and kissing my forehead, Tullio whispered,
“We always have a small wager, on how long it takes a new model,
to go topless, and, my dear, I will look forward to seeing
the evidence!” His big hand squeezing my breast. When we
had finished our meal, Tullio called the young waiter over
to our table, and handed him, his car keys, muttering something
in Italian, the boy smiled and nodded, “His name is Sandro,
and I’ve told him, no Hanky-Panky! We are busy, so he must
come straight back!” As I squeezed past him, Tullio grabbed
my arse, and laughed as I drunkenly sat on his knee, wriggling
on his groin. As his English was very poor, conversation
was at a minimum, as Sandro drove me home in the large Mercedes.
When we arrived at my home, I was now feeling very, very horny.
I needed sex, as soon as possible. Frustrated, I got into
bed. My pussy was on fire, so I had to take out my dildo, and
fuck myself to sleep The next three Fridays followed the
same pattern, with another four men turning up making the
group ten strong, each week, as they where, now, guaranteed
to see my enormous breasts. I used the wages, to buy new underwear
and stockings, which I wore in the scenarios that they would
create for me. The skimpier the underwear, or costume,
the more photos they would take. Their favourite positions
were, me leaning forward, over a chair, drooping my breasts,
licking my own breasts or with my legs open, trying to get
a flash of my pussy. I would, also, wear some of the outfits,
from the wardrobes; ‘wench’, ‘police woman’ (with truncheon!),
and everybody’s favourite ‒ ‘naughty schoolgirl’. I would,
nearly, always end up wearing stockings and suspenders!
Tullio began to attend, with his camcorder, getting up
very close to my tits and between my legs, I didn’t like to
ask what he did with the tape, but it was fun thinking about
it! When we finished, Ian and I would join Tullio for supper,
as I would have no one to go home to, and look at the pictures
from the previous week. Seeing the pictures of myself showing
my body, especially my tits, to a bunch of strangers was
becoming more of a turn on each week. I had taken to hiding
the pictures and lingerie in a small suitcase in my wardrobe.
Each week Sandro would take me home, and my trusty dildo
would be used to great effect. My husband, Sam, was also,
feeling the benefit, as I would jump on him the moment he
returned from work, in the morning! He thought that I had
been missing him! Bless! Although, I was still refusing
to take my pants off, I knew that it would only be a matter
of time, before I would give in. That night coincided with
Sam finding my stash of photos. I came home from work one
day to see him sitting in the living room with my file on the
coffee table, next to the case full of sexy underwear. "What's
all this then?" he asked in a very controlled manner.
My head went blank and I burst into tears, running up to my
bedroom. Sam followed me. Throwing a dozen or so sexy photos
of me onto the bed, he said, "Just tell me what's
been going on, " as he stroked my hair. With tears
streaming down my face I clung onto him, as I confessed to
my new role as a Glamour Model. His hands stroked my hair
as he quizzed me about how many men were there. What they
asked me to do, did they touch me? Did I want them to touch
me? On and on he went, but now he was stroking my heaving breasts,
His grip on my breasts became tighter and tighter as my stories
became more lurid. How I got turned on wearing tiny G-strings
that hardly covered my pussy, for them. How wet they were
when I took them off. How much my nipples would ache when
I went topless, in front of twelve strangers. I told him
that I had never actually shown my pussy, but I wanted to,
and I always left the changing room door open, when I got
changed, knowing that they were still taking pictures
through the gap. As I said the last few words he kissed me
and let out a long sigh. I moved away from him, to see a wet
patch on his thigh. "Sam!" I gasped. "Oh
shit!" he gulped, as the patch slowly became more
obvious as it soaked his jeans. We hugged each other like
our lives depended on it. As we talked, Sam confessed that
he'd always fantasised about seeing me with another
man, but had thought that I would be too shocked. We talked
and talked about our 'situation' long into the
night. At one stage he asked me to put some sheer black seamed
stockings and a tiny thong on for him. I was amazed that he
only wanted me to wank him as he looked at my photos. When
he came, spunk gushed all over my breasts. The look of pure
lust on his face made everything worth while. For the rest
of the week, I wore stockings for him, instead of my usual
jeans. He couldn't keep his hands off me. The sex on
the Thursday night was out of this world, as he kept making
me tell him about the things that I was going to do the following
night. As we were having a drink on the Friday night before
I was due to pose, Tullio told me, “I am sorry, but we wont
be needing you tonight, ” my heart sank, “we have decided
to use some girls from the college, for a few weeks.” Then
he looked at Ian, who took up the conversation, “But……….
We would like to ask a favour, of you.” Their eyes met, “If
you would be willing, we would like to use you for some………..Private
pictures, without the others being present. Of course
it would mean more money, but the pictures would be, ” again,
he looked at Tullio, “fully nude, and………well, personal,
‘top shelf’, you know what we mean?'" He whispered
the last few words. I asked, “How personal?” The butterflies
had returned to my stomach, and I felt my nipples expanding,
as the words came out. “How personnel would you let us go?”
Tullio asked. I looked up and grinned. They didn't
know it, but this was exactly what my husband had begged
me to do. We agreed to meet the following day, as two pretty,
giggling, teenage girls introduced themselves as that
night's models. When I arrived home, still wearing
my stockings and suspenders, Sam was waiting for me. "What's
wrong?" he asked, "You're early."
I took my skirt off and told him what the men wanted me to do,
as he stroked my legs while I rubbed his throbbing cock.
He came twice, each time soaking my breasts. The following
lunchtime, I met both men, outside of the camera shop, with
my bag of goodies in my hand. “Are you sure about this?” Ian
asked, “Of course she is, look at her titties, ” Tullio
told him, as he stared at my nipples, which were poking out
of my shirt, again. I blushed, he was right; I was up for anything,
this afternoon. The studio was empty, as Tullio opened
a bottle of wine and Ian turned on the lights. I looked at
them; “I’ll get ready, then. What do you want me to wear?”
For the first time, I felt in charge of the situation. “Anything
black, would be nice, ” Ian replied. I went into the changing
room and took out an array of underwear, and my collection
of dildos, in a small bag. Guessing what they wanted, I undressed,
only leaving my tiny knickers and high heals on. When I entered
the studio, they whistled their approval, as I walked towards
them, my wobbling tits swinging, from side to side. “Is
this what you want?” I asked. Tullio, smiled, “Let’s use
one of the bedrooms, ” and guided me to one of the small rooms.
Ian quickly set up a camera, and lights. I began rolling
around, on the bed, posing in any amount of provocative
positions. Then, as I was on all fours, facing away, from
them, I removed my knickers, showing my neatly trimmed,
pussy, for the first time. “My God! That is beautiful, can
I touch it?” Tullio asked. I shook my head, “No!” I told him.
Rolling onto my back, I pulled my legs up to my shoulders,
my hole gaping open, for them. Tullio, nearly put his camcorder
inside, he was so close. When Ian’s film ran out, I decided
to put on, one of my new outfits, a black basque, tiny knickers,
seamed stockings and extra high heals. After applying
an extra coat of lipstick, I made my entrance, “Wow!” Tullio
gasped. “Where do you want me, on the stage?” Ian placed
a small, bag in front of me, as I started parading around
the large, gold, chair. They had three cameras set up, and
Tullio was using his camcorder. I bent over, in a number
of seductive ways, pulling my top down, letting my tits
swing free. Holding onto the chair, with my arse facing
them, I stroked my pussy, it was as wet as I’d hoped, moving
my fingers across, I pulled the tiny strip, to one side,
exposing my fanny, again. Tullio was kneeling beside me,
getting a ‘close up’ shot. He moved away, allowing me some
room to sit down, to remove my pants. I opened my legs as far
as possible, letting them feast their eyes, on my huge 34DD
tits and soaking wet cunt. I began rubbing myself, slipping
one, then three fingers into the sopping hole. As I bit my
lip, Ian whispered, “Open the bag.” I did as he'd asked,
sitting on the edge of the seat, I shouted, “Bloody hell,
have you seen this lot!” as I poured the contents onto the
floor, “I need the…. the black one!” I whispered huskily.
It was in my hand in a second! Sitting back on the chair I spread
my legs again, opening my hole with my fingers, I moved the
tip along the slit, two or three times, then slowly slid
it inside. I'd never used a vibrator this big before
but was looking forward to feeling this 13 inch monster
inside me. I was so wet, all 13 inches slid in very easily!
With one leg over the chair arm, I fucked myself with my ‘black
monster’, purring and groaning with pleasure. I was hoping
that they were still taking pictures, I needn’t have worried,
Tullio was back, between my legs with his camera. After
a couple of minutes, of this exquisite fucking, I rubbed
my clit, and came with a breathtaking climax. I pulled the
dildo out, and dropped it onto the floor, landing, with
a thump. “Was that ‘personal, enough, for you?” I asked,
as I stood up, and walked back to my dressing room. “Too fucking
true!” Tullio said, as he placed a new film in his camcorder,
adjusting his hard-on, at the same time. Ian spoke up, “
Let’s use the pool table next.” I changed into my white Wonderbra,
stockings, suspenders and no knickers. When I walked out
they had moved some lights around the table, and set the
balls up, as if we were going to start a game. “I’ll help you, ”
Tullio said, as he put one hand on my hip and the other inside
my thigh, as I attempted to climb up, onto the table. I cocked
my left leg up, onto the edge, giving him the opportunity
to slide his hand between my legs, and touch my throbbing
pussy. As he tried to get a finger inside, I scrambled away,
“Cheeky bugger! You can stop that, that’s for later!” The
words were out of my mouth, before I could stop myself. They
looked at each other, and then at me. “I’ll keep my hands
to myself……until later” he emphasised the last words.
I stuck my tongue out, at him. Ian positioned me in the corner
of the table, as if my hole was the pocket that the balls would
go into. Ian unclipped my bra, and slyly felt my tits. I did
some poses kneeling, pretending to ‘suck’ the cue, and
then I rubbed the ‘fat’ end against my pussy, spreading
my legs, eventually sliding 4 or 5 inches inside. This was
too much for Tullio, who, had already stripped off, climbed
up, to join me. I lay on my back, sliding the cue in and out,
as he proudly showed me his cock; it was about six inches
long, and quite thick. He placed it in my mouth; it tasted
sweaty, which was wonderful. Lying on my side I started
to suck him like crazy, continuing to fuck myself with the
cue. After a couple of minutes, of my blow-job, and him fondling
my enormous tits, his body tensed up, and hot come splashed
into my mouth and down my throat. As he pulled out, some seed
dripped down my chin, onto my tits. As I scooped it up, with
my finger, to put in my mouth, I was aware of Ian pulling the
cue out of my cunt, then replacing it, with his face. When
his tongue lapped against my clit, I went into spasms, as
my orgasm tore through my body. Ian raised his head, his
mouth and chin, covered in my love juice, he was pulling
his trousers down, when he said, “It might not be as big as
that dildo, but it is real!” “Quick, put it in!” I shouted,
still swallowing Tullio’s spunk. He did as he was told.
Burying his face in my breasts, he rammed into me, like a
schoolboy. In under a minute, I felt the hot wave, enter
my womb, he was shaking as lay on top of me. As we climbed off
the table, Ian thanked me, for letting him fuck me! I kissed
him, on the cheek. Looking at Tullio, I said, “I hope that
you’re not finished? I’m just getting started!” then went
into my dressing room. I caught my reflection, in the mirror;
I had spunk on my chin and cheek. Four weeks ago, I was a housewife,
working in a shop, now I had been semi-naked in front of a
group of 12 men, masturbated for two others, sucking one
and letting the other fuck me. I grinned at the thought.
When I opened the door, just wearing my black stockings
and suspenders, with a pair of high heals; Sandro was standing
next to Tullio. They were both, only wearing boxer shorts,
but as short and fat as Tullio was, Sandro was six feet tall,
with rippling olive coloured muscles, and was completely
hairless. The elder man laughed, “I hope you don’t mind,
but Ian is a ‘one shot’ man, and well, we know that you like
my nephew, so…….” His nephew! We went back into the bedroom,
I lay on the bed, quickly joined by Tullio, who immediately
began suckling my tits, and stroking me between the legs.
Ian was taking photos, of ‘the action’, as he called it.
I looked at Sandro, “Aren’t you going to join us?” He grinned,
and slipped off his shorts, releasing the biggest cock
that I had ever seen, it was huge, nearly as big as the black
dildo! My eyes were on stalks, as Ian told him to kneel beside
my head. Up close it looked fantastic. I took hold and kissed
the purple tip, he let out a sigh, then ran his fingers through
my hair. I could only get four or five inches in, but worked
up a head of steam, sucking and licking, as if my life depended
on it. When I saw the photos, later, I was so wet, Tullio actually,
had his whole hand inside my fanny! After five, or six minutes,
Ian asked, them to change positions, Tullio was ‘rock hard’
again, as he pushed it into my mouth, I could still taste
his dry spunk, from my earlier blow job. With my knees raised
to my stomach, and my legs wide apart, I thought that I would
be prepared for Sandro, but when the tip, entered my hole,
I began to panic, it felt massive. I tried to take the cock
from my mouth, to tell him to stop, but Tullio was too excited,
and was holding my head in place, as his hips pushed his own
cock down into my throat. I was struggling to get free, when
the ‘monster’ entered me, in one long push. Ian was now standing
next to us, with the camcorder, urging him on, “Go on, fuck
her! The bitch loves it! She can take it! She can take it all!
Tullio, I’ve never seen anyone take the whole fucking thing!
Fucking Hell! Tullio, she can take it all!” As Sandro was
sliding in, with ease now, my panic subsided. I was now enjoying
myself. Every thrust felt like it would split my fanny and
womb in two. This was awesome; sucking Tullio’s fat cock,
having my sweaty tits roughly mauled, as a handsome young
stud, with a huge cock was fucking me. “Spunk on her face!
I want to see her swallow your spunk!” Ian was shouting excitedly,
as he captured every moment on videotape, “Grab her tits,
shake them!” he continued. Tullio, eased out of my mouth,
and started wanking, in front of me. Sandro, suddenly,
increased the speed of his fucking, taking my breath away.
Suddenly, taking my breath away, he whipped his monster
cock out. I was gasping for breath, as I felt the cool air
enter the hole that was once my tight vagina. Sandro moved
forward. Squatting over my tits, he joined his uncle, tugging
on their sticky weapons of mass destruction. Within a minute,
the first of their spunk shot out of Tullio’s knob, hitting
me on the cheek, “Open your mouth, I want to see it on your
tongue, go on Sandro, make her drink it!” I obliged, opening
my mouth, as wide as possible. Tullio fired even more goo,
at me, which went straight in, seconds later Sandro erupted,
emptying even more hot, sticky spunk into my mouth. It was
like a game, as I moved my head, trying to catch every last
drop, from each man's cock. I managed to get most of
it, but some landed in my hair and on my face. Together, Sandro
and Tullio placed their cocks, against my lips, for me to
lick the last drops, off. Holding their, softening cocks,
I pulled both knobs into my mouth, and flicked my tongue
over the tips. As they moved away from the bed, Ian said,
“Open your mouth, again, squeeze your tits, ” and pointed
the camera, at my spunk filled mouth, “Now swallow it.”
Keeping my mouth open, for the camera, I did. It was still
hot and lumpy, and the taste was divine. As, the men moved
away from the bed, my hand slipped between my legs. My cunt
was still swollen, wet and throbbing. Closing my eyes,
I began rubbing my clit, with two fingers, Ian quickly positioned
himself, at the bottom of the bed with the camera, filming
the final moments of this fantastic afternoon. When I had
orgasmed, with an almighty scream, Tullio kissed me, on
the lips, flicking his tongue inside, tasting their juice.
“ If you would like, we will leave you, for a few moments.”
I lay on the bed, reliving the last couple, of hours, playing
with myself, another twice. When I re-entered the studio,
the men had already dressed. “For you, ” Tullio said, as
he handed me a large glass of wine. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
he asked. Still only wearing my stockings and shoes I nodded,
“Yes, it was a dream come true, ” I said, grinning; revelling
in the effect that my nakedness was still having on them,
Sandro was adjusting his hard-on. Tullio, looked at his
watch, “I am sorry, my dear, much as I would like to continue,
I must get back to the restaurant.” He kissed me on the cheeks,
“but, Sandro will drive you home, and can ‘stay for a coffee,
if you would like!” Sandro drove me home, kissing me on the
cheek as I left the car. As he drove away, I turned to see Sam
smiling at me from the living room window. I was hardly through
the door, when I was pulling his jeans down, and pulled his
hard cock out of his shorts. Kneeling, in my hallway, I took
him in my mouth and sucked him until he was ready to come.
Leading him by the cock, we went into the living room, where
we fucked and sucked for another hour, with me telling him
of every intimate detail of what I had just done with three
men. Tullio rang me, later that night, to invite me back,
the following Friday, as many of his members had requested
my 'services'. After discussing how much I had
enjoyed our 'Saturday session', we agreed for
me to alternate, Friday night glamour, one week, and Saturday
‘hardcore’ the next. On the Monday, Ian visited the newsagent
and handed me a package, “Open it when you get home, Adriana, "
he smiled. Then as he paid for his magazine, he whispered,
“We have some more friends, that would pay, a lot of money,
to be present, next Saturday. Will you think about it, please?”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, “You never know!” That
night, after tea, with my husband, we opened the package;
it was the collection of photos and video, from the previous
Saturday. As Sam poured me a large G & T, I was shocked,
but so very turned on at the range of things that I had done.
We spent the next two hours, and most of the following week,
masturbating, sucking, fucking and even Sam watching
me fucking myself, with a dildo, as we watched the first
of my ‘porno tapes’. Adriana

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Excellant story!!! Please write more like this one.

8/16/2006