In Part 1 Victoria and I had explored each other in a cave, this time would be a bit more adventureo
I was at work a few days later when an announcement came over the intercom; I had a phone call on line two. This was not uncommon, since I fielded many inquiries over the phone at work. I answered in my usual business tone and asked if I could be of assistance. The reply came quickly “Yes, I need another photo shoot, or whatever we can call that, this is Victoria .” I damn near fell over at the rush of sensations that flowed through me. “OK,” I replied “Where would you like this done Mamm?” She asked how my schedule was for the next day and I checked my pocket planner to confirm that I was off work, and that my wife was working the 10 – 7 shift. “That will be fine; I can do it at 10:30 or so, if that is to your liking.” She chuckled a lecherous laugh and said “Come to the house, I’ll be waiting for you, no one will be home till after 5:00.
adultfriendfinder registration how to What a turn of events, Victoria is a wonderfully seductive woman, but still, I am a married man. I wondered just how much grief was I opening the door to, but still, sliding my ten inches into that sweet wet hole and feeling those magnificent nipples was all that I thought of for the rest of the day. I went to the privacy of the bathroom and
masturbated to relieve the pressures of need, which I’m sure any guy can understand. The next morning I again told my wife that I had arranged for a photo shoot for mid day, a lady that needed some personal photos done. My wife understood that it could mean some poses of nudity, and seemed Ok with it, though not what she really cared for. I dropped her off at work and went back to the house to retrieve my gear, this time being sure to take the backdrops and lights for an indoor shoot, not that I even dreamed that I’d pick up my camera once at Victoria ’s house. I got in the truck and pulled into the drive at Mickie’s house, where Victoria lived as well at 10:30 sharp. I grabed the two bags of gear and camera bag and headed up to the door. As I got to it, the door flung open and I found myself face to face with Victoria , again dressed in short shorts and a tank top. The top was really thin fabric and I could easily see her unrestrained breasts and nipples, still as tantalizing as ever, I licked the drool from my lips as I said “Hi, you ready for this?” mocking her words from three days earlier. She smiled and gestured for me to come in without a word. I dropped the gear in the living room and set my tripod up, placing the camera atop of it, not really dreaming that she would allow me to photograph her the ways I would like to, but hopeful anyway. She watched as I did the setting up of the gear, curious as to why I was, hoping it was just ‘something I did’, but then asked “You really do want to take my picture? I take terrible photos.” I chuckled out a muffed laugh and said “Let me be the judge of that; let’s do a couple in case my wife wonders about the shoot for today.” She was very reluctant, but I persuaded her that it would be just fine; we’d do some artistic body contour photos, that would be nice enough to satisfy her and not ‘naughty’ in the least. I drug an ottoman over to the center of the room and gestured for her to sit on the edge nearest me. She seemed really nervous, but complied, at this point I think she would have done anything to get that monster back into her snatch, especially since it had grown with the sight of her sweet body and was swelled to almost full proportion and was very visible in the thin fabric of my khaki pants. I wet over to her and knelt down beside her legs, and with a tender touch moved them to be crossed at the ankle, outstretched with her heels on the floor. I scurried up nearer her torso and had her lean back to where her forearms were laying under her reclined body. I said “Just lean your head back and relax; I’ll take care of the rest.” She smiled as she leaned back and felt me lift the tank top to above her beautiful
, fully exposed to me, her nipples as beautifully textured as I rbered. I took a shot from below and beside her torso of her wonderfully stimulated breasts and nipples, only her abs visible other than that. I moved to beneath her hips and parted her thighs a bit, allowing me to view the naked petals of her labia within the legs of her shorts and snapped another one. She was intent on getting this part of the time we had done with, and said so. I said “just a couple more, please, you have such a fantastic body Victoria.” She succumbed to my wish and allowed me to pose her for a couple more, this time pulling her shorts off and removing her top, my hands exploring her toned body as I did. She quivered as I shot the final shot of her nakedness, nothing explicit, but rather a beautiful photo of the wonderful body of a 35 year old 'real' woman. As I set up the final pose and had her facing away from me I removed my clothing without her having a clue, snapped the photo and moved in for the lust she would really prefer. I approached her from behind with her laying face first across the ottoman, nudging her feet apart to reveal her anus and the fine moist slit of her vaginal cavity. She yelped in surprise as I quickly parted her labia and pushed two fingers into the wetness with a plunging/stroking motion. She raised her hips to meet my thrusting fingers with a moan and began grinding up and down on them, quivering as they found her g-spot a couple of inches in. I continued to probe the wetness of her canal and brought her to the beginnings of an orgasm. I sat between her legs, my face between the cheeks of her nicely rounded ass and used my tongue to tease at the small tight ring of her sphincter muscle. Her groans of pleasure grew louder, driving me forward to delve deeper into her canal, now with four fingers, pointed as if a spear was being thrust in and out of her. I stroked at my own hardened cock with one hand as I thrust in and out of her canal more feverishly with the other, and pushed my tongue within the confines of her tight anus. She gushed out a load of her juices and her body went into spasms of delight. As she ebed from this not so minor quake she gasped “give it to me, please, fuck me now, I need it…..now.” I got up from my seated position, my four fingers remaining in her sopping hole, my thumb now slightly penetrating her anus, lubricated by my spittle. Her ass rose to meet the onslaught of my cock as I got on my knees between her thighs and pushed the head into the opening with a popping feeling. She squealed with delight at having the monster dick in her vagina again, and shuddered as I pushed farther in slowly. The position and height were perfect; I could easily slide my entire manhood into her canal and womb and still maintain contact with her g-spot within and rub madly on her clit with my fingers. As I got all of me in her I began to stroke in long deliberate strokes, making the most of each one to fill her and then drain her of my tool. The sounds of the plunging were music to our ears, and she began to quiver spasmodically again, having an even greater flood flow from her sweet drenched hole. She turned her head and said “Let me on top!” I removed my cock from the sloppy wet hole and watched as she got up and stood at the end of the ottoman, gesturing for me to lie on my back across it. This was an awkward position for me, but one that would yield maximum penetration, so I obliged her wish. All that actually fit on the footstool was my buttocks and up to the middle of my back, so I had to support my upper torso with my arms, lest the blood rush to my head too much, depleting the supply to my all important cock and making me pass out. She walked to be above my head and straddled me as she continued down my body, the nectar of her snatch running down her thighs and dripping onto my face, neck and chest as she proceeded. I reached up with one hand and forced her to pause for a moment, pulling her dripping pussy to my face, licking it furiously to take in the sweet nectar of her orgasm. Her body shuddered as I scooped the juices from the innermost part of her vaginal opening, and then raised up wanting to find her intended mark. She waddled down my torso and came to a stop above my hips, lowering her finery to me as she took hold of the tool she sought with her hand and guided the two together. As the head again popped through the dancing opening of muscle she impaled herself in one felled swoop, engulfing it to the base. I could hold out no longer and my body shook with the impending gush of my own jism, my breaths came in a labored panting as I tried in vain to withhold for even a few more seconds before filling her womb with my semen. Her reaction was immediate; she also gave forth a massive orgasm and stayed perched atop of my quivering form as her juices flooded the ottoman and carpeting below. She remained there for about two minutes, until both of our bodies had stopped shaking, and then stood up allowing my semi flaccid tool to fall out of her, hitting my abdomen with a 'splat'. Not satisfied enough, I'm guessing she quickly turned and knelt beside my legs, leaned forward and sucked my withering penis into the depths of her throat. She gagged and morphed on it taking the entirety of it down her throat, a feat not easy even with the depleted nature of it at that moment, it was still a good eight inches and fairly thick, even though softer than when aroused. She continued sucking hard on it, running her mouth up and down the entire length, bringing me back to a mental and physical state of readiness. She could no longer fit even half of it in her mouth and again climbed atop of me, ready to go again, this time facing me so I could hang on to her tits as she again fucked me hard. She came within minutes after I had sat up on the ottoman while she raised and lowered her pussy the length of my tool. My mouth found the wondrous nipple of her left breast and nibled at it feverishly while she came yet again, covering the ottoman and floor with even more of her sweet nectar, a puddle almost forming in the carpet below. I leaned back a bit and then lunged forward, raising us both to my feet, her snatch still impaled on my shaft as she wrapped her legs around my torso. I carried her to the bathroom and she started the shower running as we continued to fuck, her perched atop my hips. I climbed into the stream of warm water, her back to the flow that hit her just above her wonderfully rounded ass; it ran down through the crevasse of her buttocks, rinsing away the residue of her juices, save the ones she still brought forth continuously. I stood her onto her feet and turned her around to face the shower head, pushing her head down so that I could enter her from behind again. She gladly obliged as I parted her labia and shoved my cock back into the eager hole of glory, wanting even more satisfaction, wanting to feel me cum within her confines yet again. I played with her tiny sphincter with my fingers as I established a rhythm with my cock in and out of her canal, pushing my finger in and out in the same tempo. Her moans told me that I had found the right place, that she was ready for even more playful antics. I pulled my finger from her ass, and then inserted two, then three, her groans of ecstasy more loud with each in turn, still shoving them in and out in the same tempo as my rod filled her and pulled out. On one such exit I pulled my fingers from her ass at the same time and replaced them with my bulbous head. Her body shook at the improbable invasion, but after the initial shock of its girth she pushed back against to feel more slide into the willingness of her poop shoot. It was still much lubricated from the flow of her juices and slid in easily after the muscle became accustomed to the vast size of the intrusion. She bucked backwards at it and spurted another load of her female nectar to the floor of the shower; leaned against the enclosure wall to keep from falling from the exertion and pounding I was dealing out to her now not so tight hole. I felt the urge building deep within my testicles, they tightened to a knot with a need to explode, so I shoved all I could deep within the cavity and let fly rope after rope of my semen into her anal tube. I pulled out of her, fully drained of any possibility of continuing. She leaned forward to catch herself from collapse, her body totally spent. I picked up a bar of soap sitting on the ledge of the shower and began to wash this fair maiden of the residue of passions that covered her from the waist down. She returned the favor, taking special attention of my withered cock, stroking it from base to tip and back again, tending to each nook and cranny around the head. We turned off the shower and walked, naked, back to the living room to retrieve our clothing, such as it was, it was now 4:45, and we had been taking pictures and fucking for over six hours. Was it any wonder that we were exhausted? I gathered up my things and headed out the door, saying that we would have to do another shoot next week. She smiled and replied “If I can walk by then” with a giggle. As I got in the truck to leave Mickie drove up, a bit early from work, but thank God not any earlier than she was. I drove home and rested for the remaining time before having to go pick up my wife from work. The photos turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself, and I gave them to Victoria a couple of days later, not keeping a copy for myself, they were a bit more naughty than my wife would have tolerated. To be continued…..for sure. As always, I request that the readers of my stories leave a comment and/or a vote, so I’ll know if they are worthy of being posted. A vote of one by itself says nothing, so if that is your will, leave a comment or send me an email to explain, please. I truly am trying to learn.
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