Photo Shoot

I retired from the military more than twenty years ago, but I still maintain my membership in the NCO Club at the local air base, and go there two or three times a week to eat and to have a few drinks in the bar. The prices there are a lot better than at any place in town.

I’m also, if I say so myself, a pretty decent photographer.

Last Saturday I went to the NCO Club after spending the afternoon at the photo hobby shop printing pictures of a young exotic dancer I had met at one of the adult peep show theaters and had talked into posing for a few nude and semi-nude photos.

The shots of Tina were erotic, but far from being pornographic. They were the kind that were common in the early Playboy magazines. That is, while they showed her breasts, she was always turned in such a way that even when completely nude, her pubes were hidden. They were tasteful pictures that could be looked at by anyone except the most severe prudes.

A couple of the guys in the bar saw me looking at my pictures while sipping at a snifter of brandy and asked if they could see them. I’m egotistical enough that I said, “Sure. Pull up some chairs and look.”

They did. They also asked questions about each pose, and of course about Tina. Sgt. Jackson said he did quite a bit of photography himself, and had always wanted to do some nude studies, but didn’t know where to find a girl who would pose for him.

Sgt. Milford, a bit younger than Jackson, made a number of comments about how much he’d like to get Tina into bed, but expressed no interest in photography. I chose to ignore him after that, and he soon left.

SSgt. Konrad seemed particularly interested, but said little.

I talked to Sgt. Jackson for a while. I told him how I had seen Tina doing her dance at the peep show place, and had approached her when she took a break at the end of her set. I also advised him that if he were going to get girls to pose for him that, it was vital to get them to sign a model release. I also gave him the web address of a site that has sample model and property releases for use by photographers, and told him to download a couple and then modify them for his use.

SSgt Konrad stayed behind when Jackson left. “Mr. Hardon,” he said, “I’m not sure how to ask this. I have a request that may seem a bit odd.”

As he said this, he was blushing. You don’t often see a grown man blush. That made me curious.

“Well, why don’t you tell me, and let me decide whether what you want is odd or not.”

“Can we go somewhere? I don’t want any of these guys to hear what I’m going to ask you.”

“Well, my home is only a couple of miles away. I live alone. We can talk there if you wish, and I can also show you some of my other pictures, if you’re interested.”

“Great. I’ll follow you in my car.”

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my home. As we entered I asked Jerry (he had told me his first name while we were walking to our cars) if he would like anything to drink while we looked at pictures and talked. He asked for a beer.

I left him sitting in the living room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of Grolsh pilsner for him, and to pour a snifter of Asbach Uralt for myself. I’m quite partial to that German Weinbrandt (brandy).

When I returned to the living room, Jerry was thumbing through a stack of prints I had left on the coffee table. Some were landscapes, some were similar to the ones he had seen at the club, and a few were what I consider soft porn. That is they showed nude women with their genitals fully exposed. In a couple, the models had their labia spread and were fingering their clits.

Jerry was blushing again. “Mr. Hardon,” he said as he looked at one of the shots of a girl fingering herself, “I want you to take some pictures like this of my wife.”

That set me back a little.

“Why do you want me to take them? Why don’t you take them yourself?”

“Well, I could take them of Linda, but I also want you to take some of me, and some of Linda and me together.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. You see, I just got orders to go to Iraq. Linda and I have never been separated since we got married. We love one another, and we both love sex. I want you to take pictures for us to look at while I’m gone. Make two sets, one for her and one for me.”

“Your request is a little odd, alright, but I see no problem. I will want both you and Linda to sign model releases for me. That’s to protect me in case either of you later have second thoughts about posing nude and perhaps in positions that are – shall we say a bit risqué.”

“I understand. But I really do want these pictures, and I’m sure Linda will too.”

We talked a bit longer. I gave Jerry my phone number and said, “Go home. Tell Linda about our conversation and see if she feels like you do about posing for these pictures that you want. If she does, call me either tonight or tomorrow and we’ll make an appointment for a shooting session.”

Jerry called me at noon the next day.

“Mr. Hardon, I talked to Linda after I got home yesterday. She’s not sure about posing.”

“I understand, Jerry. I think most women would be a little reluctant to pose for such pictures.”

“It’s not that, Mr. Hardon. She wants the pictures as much as I do. But, she doesn’t know you, and isn’t sure about letting someone she doesn’t know and trust take them.”

I thought about what he said and then said, “Tell you what; why don’t you and Linda meet me in the dining room at the club tonight. We can have dinner together and get to know one another.

“There’s no need for her to make a decision tonight. We can just have a friendly visit. After dinner, if she wants, we can go back to my home and let her look at the pictures you looked at last night.

“Then you can call me again in a day or two and tell me what she wants to do.”

“Hey, that sounds great. Let me call Linda to see if dinner tonight is okay with her. I’ll call you right back.”

Ten minutes later Jerry called and told me he and Linda would meet me at the club at seven o’clock that evening.

Linda is a gorgeous red head with beautiful, large jade green eyes. She is tall – five foot six, and weights about a hundred and twenty pounds. Her breasts are not huge: 34C, but they are firm hemispheres with no sag to them at all. Her waist is small and flares into a nicely shaped thirty-five inch butt. She could make a great living modeling hose. Her legs and feet are stunningly beautiful.

Dinner went well. I bought lobster thermador and a bottle of Piesporter spätelese for us. Neither Jerry nor Linda had eaten lobster thermador before, and were impressed by the delicate flavor. Linda also liked the wine. After the meal, I had the waiter bring us another bottle, but this time I ordered an Auslese. I don’t normally drink Auslese, it’s too sweet for my taste, but under the circumstance I felt it would be a good dessert drink.

With her first sip, Linda smiled and said, “My gosh, Lange. I had no idea that a wine could be so delicious.”

We sat and visited until we had finished that bottle, and then drove to my home. There we looked through the pictures that Jerry had seen the night before. None of them seemed to shock Linda. In fact, she began to breathe heavily as she looked at a couple of them in which the model’s vagina was wide open and glistening.

“Lange, these are beautiful pictures. You really know how to make your models look good.”

“Thank you, Linda.”

“Do you have any of male nudes?”

“Not many. I took a few when I took a course in figure photography at the university a couple of years ago, but there’s little market for pictures of nude men except for sales to gay magazines.”

“That’s too bad. A lot of women I know would love to be able to get pictures of good looking nude men.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. If I run into any men who are willing to pose, I may try a session or two.”

At that point, Jerry spoke up.

“Well, what do you think Linda? Shall we let Lange take pictures of us?”

Linda looked at Jerry, and then at me. She chewed her lower lip a moment and then said, “Let me sleep on that a while.” Then she turned to me and said, “Lange, I like your pictures, and I like you. I think it would be fun to let you take the pictures Jerry wants, but I’m not sure I’m ready just yet.”

“Linda, that’s okay. You don’t have to make a commitment tonight. Think about it for as long as you need to. Have Jerry call me when you make up your mind. I’d like to take the pictures, but I’ll understand if you decide to not pose for them.”

She leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thanks, Lange.”

After saying goodbye, they left. It was a week later when Jerry called me and asked when we could get together for a photo shoot.

After talking for a short time, we agreed to meet at Jerry’s and Linda’s home at one o’clock the next Saturday afternoon.

When I arrived at the Konrad home I had a car full of equipment. A Haselblad with a sheet film adaptor, a Canon 35mm SLR, and a new Nikon digital that I had recently bought, but had not yet used. I also had several spot lights on tri-pod poles, some reflectors, and a switch box that allowed me to control all of the lights from one place.

Jerry helped me carry the equipment into the house. Before setting up, I had both Jerry and Linda sign their model releases. With that out of the way, I asked, “Where do you want to so this shoot? In the bedroom, or someplace else?”

Jerry said they probably ought to start in the bedroom, but might want a few shots in some of the other rooms.

While Jerry and I set the lights up in the bedroom, Linda went into the bathroom to change into a baby doll nighty for the first set of pictures.

When she came back into the bedroom, I got an instant erection. Her nighty was so transparent that I could see every detail of her body. Her pubic hair was the same shade of red as the hair on her head. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I imagined them. The areolas were not overly large, but they did protrude slightly from the body of each breast, and were crowned by already erect nipples that were nearly a half inch long, and a quarter inch in diameter.

Before beginning the shoot, I had a few technical matters to go over with them.

“Jerry,” I asked, “Do you want hard copy prints, or would you prefer that I copy everything to a DVD for you so that you can view the pictures on your computer?”

Linda spoke first. “Which do you think would be best?”

“Well,” I said, “If you both have access to a computer, there are some real advantages to having the pictures on a DVD. On the other hand, if one or the other of you doesn’t have a computer on which to view them, then prints would be best.”

Jerry then said, “We’ll both have computers. I’m taking my laptop with me, and Linda will have the desktop computer here.”

“Okay. In that case I suggest that you get the pictures on a DVD.”

“Why,” Linda asked.

“Well for one thing, a DVD will take less space in Jerry’s things than a stack of photos would, and for a second thing; a DVD wouldn’t be as accessible to other people as would hard copy prints.”

“Oh, I like that last reason,” Linda said.

“Yeah,” Jerry added, “Other guys don’t need to be gawking and pictures of Linda and me in the kind of pictures you’re going to take today.”

“Good. The I’ll use my digital camera. That will save a lot of darkroom time, and make it real easy to get the pictures onto a couple of DVDs for you.”

“Now, Linda, let’s get some pictures of you in that baby doll outfit you’re wearing.”

“Where do you want me?”

For the next ten minutes, I took a series of pictures of Linda in various parts of the room, and in different poses. I then suggested that she either change into something else, or remove the nighty for some nude shots. She chose to change into a pair of black lace, crotch-less panties. God, she looked hot.

I shot a dozen pictures of her in those panties. She was on their bed in all of those shots. For some she was lying demurely, showing nothing bur her gorgeous tits and the rounded curves of her panty clad butt. In others she was spread eagled and showing the red hairs of her pussy between the black edges of the panties that were open just enough to suggest, but not really show the presence of her pussy. And, in still other, she spread herself open to clearly show her inner labia and the entrance to her vagina.

With her still in those crotch-less scanties, I shot several pictures of her masturbating with a fourteen inch purple vibrator.

As a transition to the next set of shots, I photographed her removing her panties, and then shot a masturbation series in which she used a very life-like twelve-inch dildo to fuck herself.

The entire time that Linda was getting herself off with the vibrator and dildo, I had a hard-on that threatened to rip a hole in my trousers.

After that, Jerry suggested that he’d like to have some pictures of Linda in the shower. That sounded good to me.

We carried two of the photofloods into the bathroom and set them up to get the best lighting of the tub and shower area. Linda stepped into the tub, turned on the shower, and I began shooting. I did not try to have her pose. I merely took pictures as she soaped herself, and rinsed the soap from her body.

I especially got some shots of her washing her tits and her pussy.

Then Jerry surprised me.

“Darling,” he said, “Let Lange get a couple of shots of you pissing.”

“Are you sure you want pics of that?” Linda asked.

“Damn right!” was Jerry’s reply.

“Okay. Lange, are you ready for this?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “I’m ready when you are.”

Linda bent her knees a little, reached down and spread her labia, and cut loose.

I got ten shots before her stream slowed to a dribble. Five of those finally made it to the DVD I delivered to Jerry and Linda a couple of days later.

When Linda got out of the shower she said, “Lange, while I’m repairing my make up, why don’t you go back to the bedroom and take some pictures of Jerry.”

In the bedroom, I asked Jerry what he thought Linda wanted to see in the pictures of him. He answered that they had talked about that, and that she wanted some really good shots of him with an erection, and some of him jacking off. She especially wanted one of him coming.

I saw mo difficulty getting a set that would give Linda all she could hope for short of the real thing. I then said, “You know that with this digital camera I can get a twenty second movie clip. Since Linda wants a picture of you ejaculating, why don’t we use the camera’s movie mode to shoot than?”

“Oh yeah! Linda would really flip over that. She loves to watch me come.”

“Okay, but you’ll have to give me about a five second warning before you start ejaculating. I want to be sure I get the last couple of seconds of you stroking your cock and then the complete come shot.”

I set up a black background for the orgasm movie and then had Jerry pose for a series of shots of him bare-chested and wearing a pair of jeans. I then posed him in just his jockey shorts, with and without an erection. Finally, I took a dozen of so shots of him with a naked hard-on. Then it was time for the jack-off and come movie sequence.

Linda came into the bedroom just as we were getting ready to start. Jerry told her what we were doing and she responded by clapping her hands like an excited little girl and saying, “Oh goody. I can’t wait. Do it. Do it now.”

Jerry stood in front of the black background and began to masturbate. While he did that, I adjusted the lighting so that there were no shadows visible in the viewfinder of my camera, just a good, sharp image of Jerry beating his meat.

It took Jerry about ten minutes before he said, “Get ready. I’m about to come.”

“Let it rip,” I said as I tripped the shutter on my Nikon.

Three seconds later (Yes, I counted them.) Jerry began to squirt. The lighting was perfect. For seventeen seconds, the camera captured every spurt of semen as it shot from the end of Jerry’s penis.

When Jerry stopped coming, Linda clapped her hands and said, “Oh, Jerry, that was beautiful. I’m going to have such fun fingering myself while watching that.”

We took a coffee break in the kitchen for the next forty-five minutes; mostly to give Jerry time to recover from his orgasm. The next set of pictures were to be of him and Linda together, and he needed to be hard for those.

“Let’s do a little planning,” I said between sips of coffee, “What do you two want to show in this next set?”

Jerry spoke up first.

“Linda is always hot when I’ve been gone on TDY for a few days. Why don’t we re enact one of my homecomings.”

“Ummm, that would be fun.” Linda added.

“Okay. That sounds good to me. I take it we’ll start at the front door and work our way back to the bedroom.”

“Yeah. That’s it,” Jerry replied.

Jerry went to change into his fatigue uniform and to get his B-4 bag out of the closet. While he did that, Linda and I finished our coffee and talked a little more about what they usually did when Jerry returned from a TDY trip. By the time Jerry came back into the kitchen, the things Linda told me had my dick so stiff I thought it would break off when I had to stand up.

“You guys ready?” Jerry asked as he came into the kitchen carrying his B-4 bag.

“I am,” Linda said with more than a little excitement in her voice.

“I am too,” I said. “Let’s get this done. I still have another appointment at six this evening.”

Jerry and I went outside. I took a couple of shots of him walking to the front door and being greeted by Linda who opened the door just as he was about to use his key to unlock it.

I then went inside and shot a couple of pictures of Linda going to open the door, and kissing Jerry as he stepped inside.

Let me tell you, that was one hot kiss. I’ve seen my share of porn movies, but the professionals could take lessons from Linda and Jerry.

Those two began undressing one another there in the hallway. By the time we got back to their bedroom I had shot two dozen pictures, and they were down to under shorts and panties. Clothing was strewn from the front door to the bedroom door.

As they got to the bedroom door, Jerry picked Linda up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Their mouths were glued together in an open-mouthed kiss the entire time.

They fell onto the bed with Linda under Jerry. He broke their kiss and move immediately to he right tit. Her erect nipple disappeared between his lips, and then was drawn up and out as he sucked it and backed away stretching that ruby nub until suddenly if slipped from between his lips and retreated with an audible snap.

For several minutes, they mock wrestled, kissing, stroking one another’s genitals and in general enjoying a spontaneous intimacy that had me envying their love for one another, and at the same time about to come in my pants.

Then they got down to business. The last of their clothing landed on the floor, and they moved into a sixty-nine position.

Those two obviously loved the taste of sex. They sucked, they licked, the chewed. They stimulated one another’s genitals in every way possible with their lips and tongues.

Both instinctively knew when the other was about to come, and backed off just long enough to let the need to orgasm lessen. Then they resumed and again brought their lover to the brink. Finally Linda could take no more foreplay. “Fuck me Jerry. Do it now. I need you in me.”

Jerry rolled over onto his back. The tip of his seven inch cock glistened with a coating of pre-come.

Linda straddled him, grabbed his cock and raised it up to meet her pussy. Its head disappeared between her red haired outer labia. She rubbed it back and forth in her slot a couple of time, then seated it in her opening and sank down on it.

She became a real cowgirl. She was in the saddle and bouncing as though at a full gallop.

“Alright boys, you know the drill. The show is free, you want more you pay more.”

It had been short notice, but Sammy had managed to rustle up five chumps for his enterprise. College boy professionals with more dollars than sense. They eagerly nodded their agreement.

Sammy warned his cash-monkeys, “Remember, this is a *fashion show* and you’re supposed to be prospective investors looking to put your money into a worthwhile venture.”

“I’ll be putting my money into something, alright,” sniggered one of the guys. “And it’ll be worthwhile.”

The others all laughed, but Sammy frowned with annoyance. He liked to be the one who cracked the salacious jokes.

An excited atmosphere hung in the air, barely masking the building’s musty odor. The five ‘gentlemen’ sat around in the broken office chairs, murmured expectantly and still exchanging crude remarks under their breaths.

“Ahem, if I might have your attention please!” Sammy announced with a sweep of his corpulent arm. He stood next to the door that led from the dressingroom, playing MC for tonight’s style extravaganza.

“Fish Recreation and Entertainment Enterprises brings you the 2001 Hot Surf Beachwear Fashion Expo!” He pushed play on a boom box, and the dilapidated warehouse began to tremble to the thumping beat of music.

The door swung open and there, standing in the spotlight, grinning cheekily to her audience, was the gorgeous Nicola. Dressed in her revealing new leopard- print bikini, the stunning beauty might as well be naked.

The boys all gasped in admiration, applauding her entry.

Mindful that she was here to put on a good show for her audience, Nicola strutted into the room. Back in her native Australia, she’d worked as a fashion model and had glided down many a catwalk before. But this time, Nicola knew that the ‘fashion’ angle was all a sham, and what she was really modeling was her own, delectable body, attractively giftwrapped in the skimpy designer swimsuit.

She took a moment to look over her audience. Five attractive men, dressed in suits, all of them around 30 years old. And all of them here to watch Nicola put on a show.

Nicola pranced in among her small circle of drooling admirers, grinning excitedly. She moved with all the poise and grace of an experienced model, coupled with the delightful sexiness of an enthusiastic stripper. Every step was an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, causing her ass cheeks to jiggle enticingly. Gleefully, Nicola literally bounced along, her large 38-inch tits quivering almost to the point of leaping out of the tight confines of her tiny bikini top.

“Nicola is modeling an excellent example of Hot Surf merchandise, an original hand-made bikini from top designer Antonio Barudi! This fine example of beachwear is strictly for the well-heeled, and if you need to ask the price then you probably can’t afford it. Sizzling hot in this leopard-skin pattern, and a real scorcher when wore by our scrumptious model, Nicola Baron!”

Her heels tapping across the filthy wooden floors, Nicola shimmied over to the ‘potential investors’ and stood at the center of their attention. With an elegant flick of her chestnut-colored mane of hair, the starlet posed for them with her hands on her hips. As she stood on the spot, Nicola continued to tap her foot to the pulsing beat, causing her boobs to jiggle for their viewing pleasure.

Somewhere inside his polyester slacks, Sammy felt his cock squirming with delight. He couldn’t believe how amenable the busty Aussie beauty was to his highly suspect entrepreneurial venture. And she was so totally gorgeous!

“Go ahead,” Sammy urged his salivating shekel-shedders, “get a good look at the craftsmanship that went into that suit.”

The guys did as Sammy suggested, leaning in close to examine Nicola’s bikini. Of course, this gave them a good excuse to leer at her from very close quarters. Their grinning faces were so nearby that the starlet could feel their hot breath against her bare skin.

“Wow!” smirked one, “get a look at the stitching!”

“Yeah, you don’t see anything that good every day.”

“I bet that silk material is real soft, too, ain’t it honey?”

“Go ahead and feel for yourself,” Nicola replied, trying hard not to burst into giggles.

The boys didn’t need to be prompted twice. In a heartbeat, five pairs of inquiring hands reached out and began gently stroking her boobs and crotch, ostensibly evaluating the quality of the material, but actually giving the starlet a good grope.

Nicola tingled with delight. The thought of performing such a wonderfully naughty show for these guys had already got her excited, but the sensation of being stoked through the soft fabric of her leopard-print bikini made Nicola very randy. Glancing down at the tented crotches arranged around her, Nicola knew she wasn’t the only one.

“Say, is that an Australian accent I detect?” inquired one of her gropers.

“Certainly is, mate,” Nicola replied cheerfully, playing up her sexy voice. The guys were all around her now, reaching out towards her practically-naked body. Someone’s fingers slid across her bare ass, causing Nicola to shiver with pleasure.

The man who’d asked about her accent was smiling with devilish intent. “What a coincidence. I was looking to buy swimwear from Hot Surf to export to Australia. However, I understand that down-under you do alot of topless sunbathing?”

“Sure do,” Nicola replied (although in actual fact she’d never personally bared her boobs on an Australian beach).

“Here’s the thing,” he continued. “I can’t possibly buy merchandise from Hot Surf without first seeing what it would look like if it was worn Aussie style?”

Nicola laughed. “Oh!” she cried. “You want to see me model this swimsuit topless?”

“Purely to safeguard my investment,” the guy replied.

Yeah, right, Nicola thought to herself. As her admirers looked on with anticipation, Nicola reached behind her back and fumbled for the clasp that held her top on. Teasing, drawing out the moment of revelation, Nicola took her sweet time in undoing her top. Her five fans stared at her chest, eyes shining bright.

Slowly, Nicola dropped her bikini top, revealing her spectacular bare boobs. The guys let out a whoop of delight. Nicola posed some more for them, her generous tits bobbing and bouncing with every move she made. Once again, Sammy marveled at Nicola’s wonderful, copper-colored all-over tan. Definitely, here was a girl who not only had a fabulous set of knockers but enjoyed showing ‘em off for the boys.

“Wow,” breathed one of the greenhorns. “Nice tits.”

“Thanks,” giggled Nicola. “Everyone seems to like it when I take my clothes off.”

“I can’t imagine why,” quipped someone else, elicited a storm of laughter from the room, including Nicola herself.

“You guys are really cute,” murmured the topless beauty, stroking a leering face. “I’m glad you’re not too interested in the merchandise to spend some time checking me out.”

Sammy beamed, pleased that everything was going well. Nicola was getting more and more friendly with these bozos, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where that would lead. He was also getting turned on himself, watching Nicola’s naked, undulating torso, and figured he’d probably treat himself to a freebie later on.

The tubby entrepreneur pressed stop on the boom-box, his hands fluttering in applause. “Bravo, Nicola. An excellent show, the best we’ve ever seen. Now, gentlemen, you’ve all gotten a good, long look at what Hot Surf has to offer, so I’m sure you’ll be willing to place an order.”

The guys continued to stare at Nicola’s delectable bare body, scarcely listening to Sammy’s sales pitch.

“Uh? Oh, right. Yeah.” “Yeah, sure, whatever.” “Put me down for, er, my usual order.” “Me too.” “Yeah, the usual.”

“Very good, very good,” Sammy continued. “But I’ll need your cash advances. One hundred dollars apiece.” Then he added, firmly, “Now, before anything else happens…”

Reluctantly, the boys tore their gaze away from the nude starlet. Each of them dove into their pockets and forked over $100, depositing the cash into Sammy’s sweaty palm. He grinned, they were greenhorns alright. They were the horns who gave him their green.

“Wonderful!” proclaimed. “I’ve never had such a successful sales pitch before. Why don’t we toast our business with champagne? Knickers, there’s a bottle in the mini-bar, would you be a dear?”

“Sure thing, Sammy,” Nicola replied. She pranced over to the fridge, all eyes turning to hungrily gaze after her g-string’d ass. Opening the fridge door, she bent over to retrieve the bottle and a tray of glasses. As she did so, the bikini bottoms rode up on her, disappearing up her butt crack. With a smirk, Nicola heard a moan of pleasure from behind her.

Nicola stood up and rejoined her adoring male audience. She passed everyone a glass then proceeded to crack open the champers (which, in keeping with Sammy Fish’s usual style, was labelled ‘Product of Malaysia”).

Careful not to break a nail, Nicola struggled to open the champagne. She braced the bottle between her thighs eliciting more smirks and rib-nudging from her horny admirers. “Nearly got it,” said Nicola as she wriggled the stopper free. A moment later the questionable vintage popped open, sending a stream of foaming champagne flying into the air and splashing all over Nicola’s bare tits.

Everyone burst into raucous laughter at the sight of Nicola topless and glistening from her impromptu champers shower. The starlet’s beautiful face was frozen in a priceless expression of surprise as she looked down at her dripping wet boobs.

“Well,” Nicola managed to chuckle at last, “That’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with a gusher over my tits.”

“And I bet it won’t be the last!” roared one of the ‘investors’, his face red with merriment.

Soaked, Nicola looked like a contestant in a wet t- shirt contest, only without the t-shirt. As the laughter died away, Nicola poured out the rest of the champagne into everyone’s glass, although she ruefully discovered there wasn’t one for her.

Nicola found it quite a turn-on, to be half naked and serving as hostess to five rather dishy men. As she circulated among them and made sure everyone had a glass of bubbly, Nicola’s arousal grew visibly, and her nipples stiffened to erect pink nubs. The guys made small talk, but Nicola was the focus of everyone’s attention. The starlet smiled as she noticed their gazes made futile attempts to remain fixed on her face, only to travel downward and settle on her bosom. They crowded around the bare-breasted beauty, getting themselves so close that they would ‘accidentally’ brush against her body.

“A toast,” announced Sammy. “To business!”

“To business!” they cried, raising their glasses.

“And to Nicola, our gorgeous little Aussie model!”

“To Nicola!”

“So sporting of you to agree to show off that bikini topless, my dear.”

Nicola shrugged, causing her boobs to wobble merrily. “It’s OK, I do a lot of topless work these days.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” replied the well-dressed man, eyeing up Nicola’s charms. “You have such spectacular breasts, you must be in great demand to show them off.”

Nicola blushed. “Wow, thanks. What a sweet thing to say.”

Emboldened by the Aussie babe’s frisky responses to his shameless come-ons, the supposed investor leered at the very subject at hand: Nicola’s full, pendulous breasts, still glistening with cheap champagne.

“I see you’re still a little wet there. Here let me help you out there.”

Nicola opened her mouth to thank him for his gallant offer, but before she could reply her beau bent down and seized her right nipple between his lips. All the topless starlet could manage was a moan of ecstasy as his mouth gently slurped away on her tender teat.

A moment later she was shivering in delight as a second pair of lips made a bee-line for her left nipple, and Nicola found herself, knees trembling, with two dishy guys sucking on her boobs.

The wanton act of hot mouths to moist flesh rather opened the floodgates. With two of her clients helping themselves to her bare body, no-body else wanted to be left behind, and they were joined by three eager tongues doing their darndest best to lick every drop of cheap champagne off Nicola’s quivering bosom.

Her breathing became shallow and husky. Nicola could feel the muscles in her cunt contract in desperate longing to have something hot and throbbing down there. The starlet was becoming less interested in teasing these guys than just lying back and letting them fuck her.

Nicola eased her bikini briefs down, exposing her pussy to her captive audience. She tossed the slip of designer fabric onto the table next to her bikini top, not wanting it to be destroyed in the lust-fuelled fuck-frenzy that was about to take place. After all, she’d done so much to earn that swimsuit!

Now completely naked except for her high heels, Nicola submitted to her five paramours with nothing more than a whimper of desire. Once she had got what she wanted, Nicola was usually very compliant to her male lovers, and the more men who lined up to sample her charms, the more submissive she became.

Strong masculine hands stroked her bare body. Nicola was positioned in the middle of her clients, each of them eager to get to know the gorgeous model alot more intimately. With a sharp ripping sounds, five flies were opened, and five fat, long cocks were presented for Nicola’s delectation.

The starlet sank to her knees and the guys crowded round. Those pulsating pussy-pounders reared up, their glistening helmets inches above her beautiful face. One of the larger dicks brushed against her cheek, leaving a trail of love slime. Almost in awe of the wide selection at her disposal, Nicola’s delicate hands reached up to them, stroking, tweaking, grasping those lucky stiffs. She almost forgot they were real, that there were men attached to the other end, all Nicola knew was that there were five cocks surrounding her and she wanted every one of them inside her.

Drooling with anticipation, Nicola selected one. She slipped her mouth over that succulent slab of dickmeat, feeling its warmth fill her mouth. After sliding her pink, moist little tongue down the shaft to make sure it was good and lubricated, Nicola started slurping away like she was sucking on a lollipop.

Meanwhile, her elegant hands reached out and each wrapped around a waiting member. As her brunette head bobbed up and down, her fists jerked off two other cocks either side of her.

Of course, that still left two eager customers. Not wanting to miss out, they began to rub their erections against Nicola’s smooth, tanned body. Smiling through her mouthful of meat, Nicola mirthfully thought that while she had given plenty of blowjobs and handjobs before, this was perhaps her first backjob.

Eagerly, the wanton Aussie starlet pleasured her clients. She switching, making sure that every dick got a turn inside her velvety mouth. Her hands were busy too, keeping them satisfied. A sticky, humid atmosphere of sweat and cum began to fill the studio.

As Sammy watched Nicola ‘entertain’ his greenhorns, he started to get pretty hot and bothered himself. Even by his standards, he was starting to sweat heavily. Absent-mindedly, his be-ringed chubby fingers diddled away at his cock through his pants. He’d never seen a babe like Knickers put on such a hot show before. Feeling uncomfortable, Sammy took off his polyester jacket and, after checking his $500 was still safely stashed inside it, draped it over the table next to Nicola’s discarded bikini.

Nicola had moved on from the foreplay and was getting down and dirty for the boys. She leaned forward on one of the chairs, resting her weight on it and sticking her bare ass out. All it took was an enticing wiggle of her backside for the guys to form an ardent queue behind her.

The first guy stepped up behind her, his pants down around his ankles. Grinning to his buddies, he playfully explored Nicola’s greedy cunt, dipping his fingers into her well-oiled love groove.

Nicola’s head lolled forward, her beautiful hair now dishevelled and covering her face. From beneath that tangle, the horny little starlet moaned in anticipation.

Her lover’s questing fingers squelched deep inside her, brushing up against the tenderest parts of Nicola’s wet bits. The starlet let out a gasp of delight, a sure sign that she was good and ready to be fucked.

He grasped her by the hips, his prick standing out stiff and eager, glistening in the dim light from a sticky concoction of his own pre-cum and Nicola’s saliva. Slowly he mounted the starlet, gently guiding his prick into the moist warmth of Nicola’s salivating pussy. Wiggling her buttocks, the Aussie beauty accepted delivery of his dick with a satisfied sigh. He fed more and more of himself into Nicola’s cunt, until his stomach rested against the delicious curve of her ass and the very tip of his cock was buried deep inside the starlet’s quivering womb.

Thus coupled to the babe, he began to energetically fuck her. Bent forward on the chair, Nicola’s tits began to sway back and forth from the force of her humping. The starlet bounced delightfully up and down his cock, revelling in the sensation of his prick sliding in and out of her love box.

With her head down and her ass rhythmically slapping against the guy’s gut, Nicola reflected on how much she loved working in Hollywood. She thoroughly enjoyed the myriad opportunities for hedonistic pleasure, the freedom to act as wantonly as she pleased. Why, this adventure alone had started out with her buying a new swimsuit and ended up with her arched over a chair being serviced by five studs.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, luxuriating in the delicious sensations rippling through her abdomen. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Eagerly, her lover complied, gleefully pounding away with greater force so that the ramshackle building shook from their ardent love-making.

Nicola’s moans and whimpering cries to be fucked grew louder. His grunting grew to match her as if they were singing a duet. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt. He let out a shuddering groan. His prick, sandwiched deep inside the soft folds of Nicola’s cunt, twitched and spurted a gush of warm cum deep inside her.

The starlet glowed in satisfaction. Her itch hadn’t been scratched yet, but there was still four more guys to try. As number one withdrew his rapidly-deflating cock, number two quickly stepped into the breach, and Nicola didn’t have long to wait before she was once more filled to bursting point with dick.

Everyone stood around enjoying the show. Nicola was as an enthusiastic performer now as she was when she was prancing down the catwalk before. Sammy and his clutch of starlet-fucking human ATMs were so engrossed in watching Nicola wiggle and squeal that they completely failed to notice what happened next.

The wiring in the condemned building was as substandard as everything else. In such an environment, it’s not a good idea to run a boom-box, mini-bar, and electric lights all off one power outlet.

Nicola’s socket might be able (and willing!) to take an extra heavy load, but the one in the studio couldn’t. Unnoticed, it began to fizzle. Then it began to crackle, but the sound was drowned out by Nicola’s moans.

Then, finally, it spat a shower of sparks that skittered across the table and came to land on Sammy’s jacket and Nicola’s bikini.

Despite being at vastly different ends of the fashion spectrum, hand-made Nepalese silk and polyester have one thing in common: they both burn very, very easily. In a second they caught fire, flames leaping up across the tinder-dry wood of the old building, consuming the purple curtains.

The guy fucking Nicola (it might’ve been number 3 or 4, she was beginning to lose count) stopped. “Do you smell smoke?” he asked.