Allison's Tale (Another from the Lady's Whim)

Allison’s Story

There are 5 ways to get nude pictures of your self.
1) Hold a digital camera out away from yourself, turning the lens towards your self and snap the picture.
2) Stand in front of a mirror and take a picture of your image in the mirror. (Watch out for flash flare.)
3) Use a camera that has a self timer. Activate the timer and then run back into the frame, and wait for the shot to be taken.
4) Use a squeeze bulb or if your camera has one a remote control. This is a device that you attach to the shutter release on a camera that allow you to take the shot remotely.
5) Have someone else take the pictures…

Allison had a problem; she wanted to get some nude pictures of herself. For some time she knew what she wanted, but she just didn't know how to go about getting them. She had a digital camera, but every time she went to make her own nudes, she froze up. Her inhibitions were too great, and she always quit before she even got started, either feeling too silly or too wanton to go through with it. And of course asking her husband to take photos of her naked was out of the question. Five years ago Bob's general disinterest in marital sex had dried completely up, and he became a dried up prude that now openly chastises her at the very suggestion of anything carnal. And even though she didn't seem to have the will to make herself go through with her desire, it was none the less ever present in her mind.
So when her friend Tara told her about this mysterious new service company, The Lady's Whim, she wondered if maybe they might be able to help her solve her dilemma. Tara said their company's mission was to provide discrete special personal services to the feminine clientele. Tara's could say enough about how pleased she was with her use of their services. She said that she became a regular ever since her first encounter. She wouldn't say exactly how often, only that it is very often.
So Allison wasted no time in calling their contact number.
"Hello, the is The Lady's Whim. How may we be of service?" a deep sexy male voice answered after one ring.
Allison was surprised that her body instant responded with arousal. Caught off guard, she took a moments pause to answer. "Hi, my name is Allison and I am interested in your services."
"Hi Allison. Can I ask if you have a referral?"
"Yes I do. My friend Tara ********* has given you high praise, and is recommending you to all her close friends."
"Oh yes, Tara is one of a growing number of raving fans. So, what did you have in mind? Any particular fantas… whim that you've been wanting to experience?", the voice on the phone asked apparently almost letting the word fantasy slip out.
"I need a photographer. I need someone to take erotic pictures of me…"
"We have such a man… world renown photographer. He has done photo shoots with all the top female celebrities."
"… I mean nude photos… naked. That's not a problem?"
"Ma'am, the is The Lady's Whim, it goes without saying, there's no problem with you being nude. So, when would you like to schedule your photo session?"
When she hung up the phone, Allison was filled with a strange mixture of sexual arousal (she was very turned on), and misgivings of dread. What had she done? Was she really going to pose naked in front of a strange man, so that he could take pictures of her in the nude? She wasn't sure if she would go through with it when the time arrived, but it sure was exciting to think about what might happen… She was in such a state that she sought out her vibrator for an extended session of self pleasuring as she worked up the courage to see this thing through, once and for all.

On the morning of her photo shoot the butterflies in Allison's stomach were so bad it was all she could do to not run to the far corner of her garden and hide. But she steadied herself and waited in her private sitting room. She waited for the arrival of a man, a new man she had never met, (what we would call a stranger), whom she would soon bare herself to, get naked, expose herself to, for the purpose of creating erotic photographic images of her naked self. Oh my God, she kept thinking to herself… what am I doing?
And what was she doing, and why was this proving to be so difficult? What is the big deal with the naked human body? And for that matter what is the big deal with sex? She was so sexually neglected and abused, so very sexually frustrated that her horniness blurred all other concerns, so much so that she had been pushed to her current state of desperation.

But even though her body was constantly screaming for sex, she still had a tremendous amount of inhibition in a couple of different areas. The one she was grappling with right now being that of bodily modesty. From the moment we are born, we are clothed. And as we grow, we are programmed to above all else keep our privates covered. Even an armed bank robber has this social moray so engrained in his psyche that though he might kill to get what he wants, he wouldn't do it naked… that would be immoral. She knew this, but she wondered why is should be so.

But what is the bid deal? Why should nakedness be so forbidden? We all have naked bodies. And there are only two basic models of bodies; male and female. If you're female, the naked female body being the norm is no big deal, and if you're male, male bodies are of no interest. So really the big hang up (beyond the concerns of physical comfort and hygiene) is only over one gender seeing the nakedness of the opposite gender (or more properly the complimentary gender). Well maybe that is understandable… if one considers all the taboos that humans infused into their reproductive behaviors. The key to controlling who had sex with whom and when and where that sex was had, was in the covering up of various parts of the human body. (And though what needed to be covered up has been in constant flux though out time and around the globe, there are few body parts that never were ok to be naked. NOTE: of course there are exceptions to this. There have been tribes of humans that never developed nakedness taboos, and there are places where nakedness is deliberately practiced by an ever growing number of people that have overcome nakedness taboos. But of course we're not talking about these exception in context of Allison's life.)

Of course there were differences in the dynamics of nudity between males and females. There wasn't a equal parity in the ways the two genders considered nakedness. Males tended to be more visually stimulated and keyed off of feminine nakedness. Whereas women tended to be more agitated and intimidated by male nakedness. This polar arrangement results in female nakedness as alluring and male nakedness as threatening. Generally a woman could show herself to a man (without his consent), and he would have a positive reaction to her, but a man showing himself to a woman (without her consent) would probably bring a negative reaction in the woman. This of course is tied directly to the different reproductive roles each gender has. Sex and nudity, nudity and sex; for humans after eons of evolution the two things are inseparably intertwined. Something that no doubt happened after humans started clothing their selves for physical comfort. By discovering clothing technology, our ancestors inadvertently invented nakedness and all that goes with it.

And so, Allison who wanted, to the point of needing, pictures of her naked self, found herself al most ill at the prospect of doing what it takes to get them. How many times had she gotten naked, and pointed her digital camera at herself… and not been able to push the button? (A zillion times.) How many times, when she had welled up the nerve to pushed the button, had she deleted the shot? (Every time.) How many times had she framed herself in a mirror and then chickened out from snapping the picture? (Countless.) She was such a mess. She really couldn't believe the power of her inner inhibitions. Well, she was going to get help. Someone was on their way who would do for her, that which she could not bring herself to do.

She also couldn't believe how aroused she was. Shaking in with a nervous fear much like stage fright, and yet at the same time she could feel the wetness of her sexual excitement. Her husband Bob's suppression of her sexual needs had her libido set to a hair trigger. So with the nervous reluctance, there was also a ravenous hunger that had her quite turned on.

"Ding dong", the door chimes rang out. Allison glanced at the clock, but she already knew it was the moment she had been waiting for. It was the moment her photographer had arrived, right on time. In a few moments, the maid, Theresa, would answer the door, and then bring him back to her sitting room. In a moment there would be no running away, and no more waiting. Oh well, she thought, might as well make the best of this mixed bag of emotions. She hoped to herself that her Lady's Whim guy turned out to be a fantastic as they had been made out to be. She really needed something… something mind blowing to happen.

Theresa opened the sitting room door, and Allison heard her saying, "Madam's sitting room", as she gestured into the room.

"Thank you," a deep voice responded.

Allison turned around to catch her first sight of man who had come to "take some portrait pictures". Well at least that is what she had told her maid was going to happen today.

What a very attractive man he was. Strapped down with the customary photo bags of his trade, he was medium height, in good shape. Wavy dark blond hair. He was clean shaven, with good features: strong jaw, nicely shaped nose, and well placed eyes. He wore khaki pants and a polo shirt. He had a rugged handsomeness about himself.

Immediately she felt herself respond physically to him. Her nipples hardened and her breathing quickened. But she kept from staring too long while taking him all in. "Hello, I'm Allison."

Allison, for her part was a very attractive 40 year old. She had kept herself in good shape. Maybe a few extra pounds, but she was no slouch. On the beach or around the pool she could still look good in a bikini. For the shoot she had chosen a blue dress that buttoned down the front. It had a scoop neck that displayed her cleavage quite nicely. Underneath she had a matching bra and panty set and a pair of thigh high white stockings. On her feet, she had a pair of black patent open toe pumps with a medium heel.

"Hello… Michael…, ma'am," he responded sounding slightly preoccupied, "but feel free to call me Mike." It was almost like he was surprised.

She reached out her right hand to him, offering it to shake, "I want to begin by letting you know how much I appreciate you seeing me today. I understand that you are in high demand, and that you have worked with some very big names."

He took her hand in his, and gave it a subtle shake. His hand felt very strong, and warm, also soft and gentle "Well, thank-you. It's always nice when ones reputation precedes one. I hope we'll be able to work well together and produce some really fantastic results." His hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as he said this.

"So," Allison asked as he continued to hold her hand, "how does this work. This is a first for me."

"First, let's talk a bit. Half a photographer's work is knowing his subject." Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

A jolt of electricity went through her body. So a bit breathlessly, Allison suggested, "Well then, please take a seat and let's get acquainted."

Mike put down his bags, and then took a seat across from Allison who had also taken a seat. He trying to look very much in control, and her looking very much demure.

"Allison," he began, "what is it that you want me for? Tell me what kind of pictures you'd like me to take."

She took a moment. Originally, she had really wanted him to just and make pictures like she said. But now that he was there, looking so delicious, she wanted him to make love to her. I mean that was really what the Lady's Whim provided women: sexual adventures. Her mind was spinning and she didn't know what to say, so she went back to the first plan. "Mike," she replied, "I need to have some nude pictures taken. And not just nude, but erotic nudes. I want to be a playmate like in a men's magazine. I want you to make sexy pictures of me."

"O.K. This I can do. But I have a rule that I never break. As an artist, so that I won't corrupt my subject, I must insist that we won't sleep with each other. So don't take it personally, if it seems to you that I don't want you, I'm just being professional, it has nothing to do with your own desirability." He looked appraisingly at her, up and down from head to toe. "Believe me, you are quite desirable."

Allison flushed when she heard him say that. Her tongue absentmindedly licked her lips. And she felt tingles deep in her body. But wait, surely this is part of his "act", she thought sex could be included in the fantasy if that's what the woman wanted.

Before she could ask about that, Mike continued. "That being said, tell me why you want these photos. What ultimate goal do you have in mind for these photos? I ask because this has great bearing on what kind of photos will get taken."

"Well, um, … this is…", she had a hard time forming the words.

"It's o.k., you can trust me and I won't betray your trust."

Allison's eyes began to water. But she mustarded up some strength and said, "Mike, I'm missing something in my life. I hope that having these photos, might help me get what I don't have, back."

Mike gave her a look that implored her to elaborate.

"Michael,…"

Mike raised his eyebrow reminder her that he had told her she could call him Mike.

"…Mike, my husband has no sexual desire for me. I am hoping that I can present him with these photos, and it might spark in him some kind of sexual interest."

Mike thought for just a second. Looking into her eyes as if he was peering into her soul he asked, "But couldn't you just entice or arouse him in person? How are the photos suppose to be more arousing than flesh and blood you? You are an extremely sexy woman."

Allison took a second to turn this question over in her mind. Again she felt her body respond with arousal. "I don't know…", her voice began to crack. She drew up her strength again. "I don't know specifically. It just occurred to me, that maybe it would turn him on to have pictures of me like that. Men seem to respond to girlie pictures, right?"

"So why do you need me? Can't you just take some self-pics?"

"Well I tried that, and well, I either couldn't do it, or what I ended up with just looked stupid. I think I am too inhibited or too self-conscious to take my own pictures. I thought that maybe with some help, I'd get better results."

"So these are to be a gift for your husband… who has become uninterested in you sexually?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you afraid that you're rewarding his inattentiveness?"

She grimaced.

"Is he merely bored with sex, or is he anti-sex?"

"Bored, no anti… no both." There was silence for a few ticks of the clock. "No, he is anti-sex. I am hoping some hot pictures of me, might turn him around about sex. Truth is, he seems thoroughly disgusted at the very idea of sex with me… though I know that a pretty woman can still make him take a second look."

"How long has it been this way?"

"Mike, it's been over five years. Five years of a sexless marriage. Five years of pretending to the rest of the world that we a blissfully in love, while at the same time feeling like life is slipping on by without the special joy sex brings. Five years of thinking about the wonderful sex other women are enjoying that I am not."

"And so you want some erotic pictures of yourself, so you can use them to get your husband interested in sex with you again?"

"Yes."

"O.K. I think I can help you out."

"Yes?"

"Yes! But you have to put yourself in my hand, you have to completely trust me following my instructions. Now let me get some stuff set up. I am thinking here would be a great setting. This seems to be your inner sanctum. The maybe some pictures in the bedroom and/or bath."

Allison nodded and Mike began to set things up. He pulled open the blinds on the windows, flooding the room with natural light. Then he turn a settee around so that it best caught the light. He set up a couple of cameras in tri-pods positioning them so that the were pointing at the desk in the corner. He then put a couple more cameras up facing the settee. Next he got his handheld camera out of his bag.

As he was doing his thing, Allison went over to the door and locked it so that nobody would come wandering in while she was in who knows what state of undress. Not that is mattered much, the household staff was very respectful of privacy issues. But still, she thought, nobody wants an unexpected interruption.

"Ready," he at last declared.

"Let's start with you at your desk. And let's start with some head shots with you fully dressed."

Allison walked around behind her desk. She wasn't sure but she thought she could hear the sound of cameras going off. She made an inquisitive look at Mike.

"Just ignore the sound of my cameras. Pretend they're not here. Don't worry about when I am snapping a shot. Just let me take care of that. I work by taking 50 pictures or so for every picture worth keeping." As he said this the cameras took a few more shots. "Now just sit down behind your desk and look my way with a gentle easy smile."

Allison did this, the best she could. Well the sitting down and looking, but the smile part was a bit difficult.

Mike saw this, and he reacted by coming around behind her. He brought his face close to hers and whispered into her ear, "You are so lovely." Then he kissed her on the neck, just below her ear. It felt so good to her, and a big grin came across her face. Then he quickly stepped back out of the frame and fired off several volleys of shots.

"Now try to look mischievous. Like you're thinking about seducing your man."

Allison tried to do this, but mischievous just didn't happen.

"Allison?"

"Yes, Mike."

"Is there any other reason for these pictures?"

"Well…"

"Come on you can trust me. I won't tell anyone."

"O.K. There is someone else that I want to give these to."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I met this guy over the internet… and well, he shared his pictures with me, and I want to return the favor… so I want to have some pictures that I can send when I want to." As she confessed this, the quintessential look of mischievousness came across her face… more shots were taken.

"Ah, so you want something to send to a cyber friend. Well now that makes perfect sense."

A big beaming smile came to Allison's face. And it was promptly captured to disk.

"O.K. great now come around to the front of your desk. Um, sort of sit up against the edge of it."

She did so, and as she did she maintained a very allusive look on her face.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Perfect. Now lean back, support yourself with your arms out behind you on the desk and sort of trust you breasts up. Yes… good."

The cameras constantly shooting now.

"Here let me help," Mike said and he approached her again. This time he ran his hand over both her breasts, giving her a nice stroking. Instantly her face lit up, and she let out a moan of pleasure. But quick as a flash he was out of the frame again taking many shots of her in that state.

"O.K. Let's start the fun. I want you to reach for that top button…"


Allison's expression changed instantly. Classic "deer in the headlights" replaced "woman feeling very turned on". She hesitated for a moment, and then did as she had been asked. Her hand reached up for her the top button of her dress. But it was a shaky hand. A scared hand. And then her eyes went to fixed straight ahead to, pleading, "help me, I don't know about this".

Mike was supportive, "Ally, it's o.k." And he moved back, close to her. He bent his neck and whispered into her ear, "you can do this. You have this within you, I can see the deep down sexuality that is within. You are so very sensual and sexy. Trust your body, listen to it." And then he kissed her ear lobe, and then kissed below it on her neck. And then he kissed her neck again.

He felt her body relax, and he could even sense that her hand stopped shaking. He felt her knees release, and knew that if she hadn't been supporting her self against the desk she might even have buckled. His lips moved up to her ear again and he took part of it in his mouth. His tongue traced along it's curves. This gave her a very sly smile, which he captured in a picture… that sly smile with her fingers on the top button.

"Now unbutton that button and then the next one, and then open up that much of the dress… and keep thinking you are doing this for the pleasure of your lover." Photos are snapped. "Yes that's marvelous. Oh god, you are smoldering. Here, let's stoke that flame a wee bit."

Mike then moved back up to her, and then placed his two fingers on the side of her neck where he had been kissing her. His touch seemed to reignite the feelings of those kisses. Her eyes closed half way. As she enjoyed these sensations, the photographer traced those fingers down her neck, around from the side to the front, and then down further across the top of her sternum and up the rise of her right breast, under the rim of her bra cup, right to the nipple of that breast. His fingers circled her ever hardening nub, sending waves of pleasure through out her entire body. And then at the peak of that sensation he stepped back a took another series of pictures.

"Oooooooh," was all Allison could say. She stayed in that moment of pleasure until is subsided, posing without thinking as she savored the thrill.

Mike gently gave the next instruction, trying not to break the mood, "Next, luv, I want you to bend over and unbutton a few of the bottom buttons… starting had the hem and moving up. This will allow your cleavage to be played to great effect. Then as the dress opens up, this will allow your to display those sexy legs of yours. Get a few of those buttons undone and then lean back again like before, but you'll be able to be expressive with your legs.

Allison did exactly what Mike had instructed. And the whole time she did, she had this very wicked grin on her face. Mike was actually getting turned on by the sensuality that she was now projecting. Of course her magnificent body didn't hurt… Mike was such a push over for the feminine form.

"Like this?", she asked.

"You're doing, baby… you've got it going on. Are you feeling it?"

"Yes I am feeling it, Mike. It feels so good…"

Allison was leaning back, her breasts jutting forth and her left leg lifted high out in front of her. You could see the taunt muscles in her calves and lower thigh.

"Now let work on more of those buttons, honey. Tilt your head down, use both your hand to undo the buttons one by one. Now keeping your head down, look up here into the camera and think about how you are getting naked for this man."

She did, and the picture kept getting taken. In no time, her cute belly was exposed. As the fabric opened up, her navel could be seen. So sexy for such a simple thing. Up above the floral print design of her bra cups could be seen on the parts that had become exposed. And then the top of her panties revealed a matching print, when those buttons had been undone.

"When you get the last button undone," Mike coached, "I want you to let the dress fall open and lets take a bunch of pictures that way. I want you to just show your self off, like you've never done in your life. You're so damn sexy, let it show."

"O.K., I'll try," she said. But by the time the last button was undone, she was once again, feeling the inhibitions and it showed.

Mike looked at this lovely lady, standing there leaning back against a desk in her panties and bra and thigh-high white stockings and black high heels, framed by an open blue dress, and couldn't help but reacted to her natural appeal. He sensed her renewed turmoil, and knew this was not a walk in the park for her: that the inhibitions that dwell deep in most of us were not easily vanquished. It was usually at this point for a first timer that they faced a "make it or break it" juncture. This is the moment when people in their private bedroom lives also make it or break it. This is the moment when the inhibitions win out and everything that follows is pent up, restricted, held back, second guessed, half heartedly performed, and/or run away from, or it is the moment when inhibitions are repulsed, and the self allows it self to enjoy freely its own sexuality.

"Ally, it's o.k. You're alright. Close your eyes and listen." His voice was calming and reassuring.

She closed her eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with what you are doing and feeling. You have every right to be a sexual being. Listen to my voice. Feeling pleasure is not evil. Feeling pleasure is not wrong. It's o.k. to enjoy the pleasures of your body." As he spoke he moved closer to her. "Nod your head."
She nodded.

"Say it. Say it's o.k. to be sexy."

"It's o.k. to be sexy."

"Say, I can give myself permission to enjoy my erotic self."

"I can give….", she faltered.

Mike repeated, "myself permission to enjoy my erotic self."

"myself permission to enjoy my erotic self." Then stronger she said it again, " I can give myself permission to enjoy my erotic self." And again her body relaxed.

As it did, Mike reached out and ran his hand along the front of her upper thigh. He moved upwards and followed the leg up past the top of the stocking, and to the front panel of her panties. He broadened his palm and rubbed the front of her panties, stroking her public mound within. He bent forward and gently pressed his lips to hers.

"Uuuuuuuuaaaaah", she purred.

Mike followed the fabric of her panties downward, curving around her vulva until his fingers were stroking her womanhood. This filled her again with intense waves of pleasure. Involuntarily her legs parted a bit. Here her panties were quite damp.

"Mmmmmmm, yes," she sighed as he continued massaging her between her legs. Then she pressed her lips into his, making for a mutual kiss. She felt her left leg push forward until it made contact with Mike's crotch, confirming what she had hoped as her thigh pressed into a very hard erection hidden in his pants.

It was Mikes turn to moan, "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

Their lips lingered for a bit. And just as hers were beginning to open, Mike pulled away. Allison was once again charged up, and she effortlessly put out all that sexiness for the cameras to capture. Like a seasoned glamour model she played to the lens with total abandonment, sincerely enjoying vamping it up to the max.

"O.K. Drop your dress and let's move over here to the settee to continue."

With a shrug of her shoulders the dress fell back across the desk. She strode over to the settee and then slid onto it.

"Ally, dear, we are going to basically repeat the whole series of disrobement and enticement that we just did with your dress, only this time with your bra and panties. Real easy, before, during, after. Just keep feeling your inner seductress casting her spell on your fantasy man, and letting that mindset show on your face and your body."

Allison nodded and smiled a wicked smile.

"Remember the more turned on you feel the better… it's o.k. to be enjoying this, don't fight the feelings of eroticism."

"O.K. lover boy, you just keep taking the pictures… you think you're hard now, just you wait."

Allison started by taking several seductive poses on the seat as she was. She personified sensuality with her body. The natural light coming in from the windows made her skin glow, and Mike doubted she had ever looked better in her life. He realized that artistically these were going to be gorgeous photos. In the back of his mind, he wondered how much he could get for them from any of the commercial glamour outlets… not that they were for public consumption. He figured they might command a record price, well not as much than say those pictures of MicheleObama he had taken, but they certainly were going to be fantastic pictures.

"Oh I am loving this," Allison purred as she reclined with her legs parted and her breasts pushed forward. "I feel like I am making love." Then she looked directly into the cameras, slyly grinning, and reached around her back for her bra clasp. But then her brows furrowed.

Mike seeing this said, "Your burning it up woman… you're smoldering. I'm so turned on by you."

She smiled and said, "I keep getting stopped by something in my head. But I'm trying."

"Just allow yourself to enjoy this… forget all the prudish nonsense you've been told by a bunch of sexually repressed prunes. Your sex is a good thing, let it loose. And remember what Yoda said…"

"Yoda?", she asked in disbelief with a slight giggle.

"Yes, he said there is no try, there is only do and do not."

"O.K. you sexual Jedi, here come my twin planets," she said quite amused. And with that she unclipped her bra, subsequently pulling it away from her magnificent globes.

"Oh wow, spectacular, Ally. Your breasts are gorgeous! Yes, that's it. Yes, great. You just keep taking different poses, I'm just shooting off… I mean, I'm just shooting pictures." Mike was more than a bit flustered… nice breasts did that to him, and Allison’s were super nice.

"I bet these make you want to shoot off camera man!" Allison couldn't help herself, instinctually sensing Mike's male response to her feminine charms, turned on her seductive drivers. The power she was able to command over the man took control. She felt such a thrill but now instead of recoiling from it, she was embracing it.

"You bet they do. Oh I love your big pink areolas… and your nipples they look so hard. Oh yeah that's it hold them up… yeah.. that's good, pressing them together is good."

"You really like them?" she asked, the lust written all over her face.

"Oh yeah!"

"Come here. Touch them. I want you to feel them. I need to be touched."

Mike put aside his hand held camera and then stepped to her, reaching out both hands. Allison threw back her head, as he made contact with her jutting orbs. He cupped her flesh, and her nipples rubbed against his palms. Then he stroked them both capturing each nipple between a thumb and a forefinger. This allowed him to pinch and tug on the erect nubs. Of course this sent waves of pleasure through Allison's body. She moaned and squirmed. But most of all she smiled.

"Oh god," she exclaimed, " I can feel that all the way through my body… right down into my very core." Then she reached out and grabbed at Mike's crotch. Her hand found its indented target: his cock. His very hard, and from the feel of it, very large cock.

Mike leaned closer. He brought his mouth to her left breast and started kissing on it. He let go of its nipple with his fingers, quickly moving to it with his lips. He kissed the rosy bud, and then he lick it, and then he sucked it into his mouth.

Allison put her free hand around the back of Mike's head and pulled him in tight, while the other hand tightened its squeeze on his rigid shaft. His oral ministration on her left boob was making her melt. Her womanhood was liquefying in such a delightful way. She was aware of wanting so badly to start ripping his clothes off and jumping on that wonderful piece of flesh.

As he dragged his mouth from one breast to the other, she tugged urgently at his cock. She thought she could feel it throbbing even through his pants. More waves of pleasure course through her body… same as before just emanating from her right nipple. God how she wanted him.

Mike though, fought the frenzy. He pulled his mouth away from her delights and commenced to taking pictures of her. He caught her in the cutest little pout that this caused. But she didn't stay mad… she just got determined. Determined to get her way.

Immediately she went for her panties. She coyly stuck her fingers in the waistband and began to pull them off her hips. But ever mindful of the larger task at hand she did not rush this.

"I'm going to do it!' she declared. "I am going to show it all to you, Mike. I'm going to show you my most private and most intimate me."

"I know you are, Sweety. I know you want me to fall to your female power. I can see the lust. You're reveling in the erotic joy of your own sexual self. Let it all show."

She slid the panties down her legs, listening to the clicking of the cameras as she did. When they got down to her ankles she was more than ready to be divested of them. Once she got them totally free of her feet, she held them up like a prize.

"Look at me… I'm naked, and raw, and so aroused."

More pictures were taken and Mike added, "and so very sexy. You're a goddess."

Allison threw her panties across the room and then went back to making with the glamour poses.

"Mike, do men like this?" she asked as she spread he legs wide open and thrust her sex forward.

"You know it, Baby. Show off it off woman, there's nothing sexier."

And show it off she did. Now that her inhibitions were totally cast off, she proved to be a glamour natural.

"Yes… women don't realize this, but male aesthetics revolves totally around the feminine. Woman is man's definition of beauty. And for most men, there's not one inch of a woman that isn't sexually exciting."

"Well get a close up of this," she said as she ran a finger along the folds of her nether lips. "Can you see how wet I am?"

"Oh yeah, no doubt about that. You're glistening."
She then took her fingers and spread herself open. "Is this good? Does it show how turned on I am?"

Mike couldn't help himself. The mouth of her vagina was so alluring. All his mind could think of was sinking himself deep inside that most marvelous of things.

"Oh yeah, that's it… your wet shiny cunny looks so good, looks so hungry…"

"Go ahead Mike. I want you… I want you to touch me there."

Mike looked up from Allison's beckoning "man eater" and into her eyes. He looked right on in to her very soul, searching for verification of her claim. Did she really want him, his eyes implored of hers. And he found his answer, she did… desperately, she did.

Mike once again put down his hand held camera, and then reached out for her most intimate spot.

"Ooooooooh", she moaned as his hand stroked her.

And when he leaned in with his face and began planting kisses on her inner thigh, she thought she was going to die. Two fingers of one hand entered into her moist grotto, while one finger found her clitoris. The combination along with his hot breath on her very sensitive inner thigh caught her by surprise. Moments earlier when he was sucking on her breasts, she didn't think the pleasure could get any bettter. But it did, and the intensity of these new pleasures triggered an orgasm that hit without a hint of its arrival.

Her hips bucked and her body spasmed. "Arrrrrrrrrrr, ooooooooooh," she cried. "Oh my god, I'm cumming, oh I'm cumming." Every muscle in her body tensed up and then turned to jell-o and trembled just like a bowl of the stuff is wont to.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh, oooOOOOOOh. Fuuuuuuuuccckkkk." She stammered as she came.

And then silence and stillness: the tremors ceased almost as fast as they had come. That orgasm was like one big explosion of a climaxing, the likes of which she had never experienced. And though it was very complete, it left her wanting more.

Mike smiled inwardly at his effect, but did not miss a step. He turned his head towards her other thigh and began kissing the soft skin there. As he did, he kept sliding his fingers in and out of her slippery sheath, and stimulating her hard little love button.

"Oh my god. That feels so good."

Mike pause long enough to say, "You haven't felt anything yet."

With that he took his finger away from her clit, replace it with his mouth. Planting a big kiss right dead center over that knob of Eros, and sending her back into orbit. Then his tongue lashed out and he began to lick at the convergence of her fold, while pumping in and out of her opening with those fingers. Licking turned into circular motions, which turned into strong massaging, which turned back into licks.

It was all Allison could do to endure the pleasure assault on her sex. She squirmed and she rocked and she thrust her pelvis all about. Her legs came aground Mike's head and her thighs clamped against his ears and her heels dug into his back. She reached for her own tits, and finding her nipples she commenced to pinching and pulling on them for added thrills. Well until Mike's free hand came up and took control of her left boob.

This time, as she rode the constant waves of pleasure racking her body, she felt the impending orgasm as it approached. Deliciously the feelings collected in her center, and there they grew and grew and grew, like a balloon being inflated with every stroke of Mike's tongue on her clit. She had never experienced this kind of pleasure, and she was loving it. How many times in the past, had she shut down her own enjoyment for the sake of some imagined propriety? Now, some how the erotic photo shoot had released her of all sexual inhibitions… especially the most crippling one, the one that make a person deny their own sexual satisfaction.

She pushed her wet snatch against Mike's tongue getting pleasure visualizing her furry box engulfed by his mouth. His squeezing hand was pumping jolts of pleasure from her breast, that collided all over her body with the jolts of pleasure shooting out of her cunt.

"Oh yeah, eat me big fellow," she enthused. "You're gonna make me cum. Eat me out!"

"Mmm mmm," was his muffled response.

"Oooooh, ooooh god. Yeah, yeah, ooooh," Allison was already going over the edge. Her second orgasm crashed into existence. "AAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she wailed as she thrashed about

Mike kept on sucking at her sweet tangy fleshy nub, like a cowboy riding a bucking bull. Up and down her hips rose and fell, and he just kept on making it happen.

No one will ever know how long her climax lasted, because nether of them cared to keep track, once her ecstasy began, they both lost track of time and space. When it was over she was quite amazed… and very hungry for more, more, more.

Mike tried to disengage, and return to taking pictures, but Allison had other plans. As he turned towards her with his camera and began to instruct, "O.k. where were we, I want to capture your…", she slid off the seat onto her knees on the floor right at his feet. She wrapped her arms around his legs, pressing her nakedness against them and grabbing at his ass with both her hands.

"No, not so fast. My turn!," she said.

Then before he could complain she reached his belt and undid it, and then had his pants unsnapped and unzipped and pulled down to his ankles in a blink. Then as he stood there "stunned" she ran her hand along the stiff erection in his briefs. As he was by then transfixed, she wasted no mote time in divesting his hips of that bit of cotton. Bingo, there's what she wanted… his naked cock jutting from his furry loins less than an inch from her face. She licked her lips.

She started to lean in, her glistening ruby lips aimed straight for his delicious looking phallic. But before she could get there Mike's left hand made contact with her forehead, stopping her dead.

"Whoa, there," he exclaimed, "not so fast yourself missy."

Allison tried without luck to just push forward despite Mike's blocking straight arm. When that failed she just look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Grrrrr, why not?"

"I, as an agent of the Lady's Whim, am here to serve your only pleasures. Therefore I am expected to enforce the Lady's Whim code of self discipline. According to our rules, I am not allowed to take advantage of any unfolding of events and do anything for my own gratification."

"O.K. as the client of the Lady's Whim, I hereby explicitly state, that this is something I want for my own gratification. Satisfied?"

"Yes. I believe that is what the client is supposed to say in response if it is their true desire."

"Then, why are you still hold me back?" she asked with a smirk.

Much to Allison's delight, Mike promptly released his hold upon her head. She lunged towards her target with her hungry mouth.

Her soft pillowy lips pressed against the soft crown of his throbbing spear. Her tongue slithered out and wrapped itself all around the head. Special attention was paid to the little slit in very tip. "Mmmmmmm," she said, "I love that special way cock tastes."

"Oooooh, I love that way a woman's mouth feels on my cock," was all Mike could say. Now it was his turn to feel his legs almost buckle.

Ally chuckled to herself and then gave the hot piece of meat a lick from its very base all the way up to the tip. Mike moaned a low moan. Ally lick again, and again, each lick eliciting another moan.

After a half dozen licks, she went back to the head taking the end of cock into her mouth. Once she had him inside she swirled her tongue around and around loving the feel. She also began to pump the rest of his cock with her right hand. The combination of her mouth and hand together had Mike in sheer ecstasy.

Sucking on Mike's tasty tool made Ally even hotter. Her left hand, after making a few cursory caresses of her tits, made its way to her wet snatch. Her fingers felt wonderful as they slid alone her slick nether parts. As she frigged herself, she was surprised just how charged she continued to be. Well, not too surprised, because she knew just how aroused she always got when she sucked cock.

Her left hand down below found and kept the same rhythm as her right hand pumping Mike's shaft, and both hands kept time with her sucking mouth. She was giving Mike the sucking of his life, and having a blast herself while doing it. She didn't know who was going to cum first, but she sensed that either of them would explode at any second.

"Aaaaaarrrrrg!" it was Mike who "arrived" first. As he did, he let out a deep animal growl at the instant of his climax. His hot seed pulsing into Ally's hungry mouth. The warm cream filling her mouth with its one of kind flavor. (Definitely an acquired taste, as they say, but one that she had acquired and come to relish.)

His first blast, and that moan of his, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. It triggered her own impending orgasm, which slammed into her being. Her body trembled and shuttered and his cock kept spurting with each suck and pull on his pole. She jammed her middle finger up into her quivering maw intensifying the wave of pleasure wracking her body. Never had a blow job ever felt so good to give.

Once she milked his balls dry, bringing his climax to an end, Allison wrapped her arms around Mike for support. In her mouth she felt his hardness deflate, returning to its flaccid state. She also felt her own sex calm down. Then she became aware of how good Mike felt, his muscular legs pressed against her nakedness, his butt checks held firmly in her hands. He was still moaning with pleasure, even as she had to let his ever shrinking pud slip from between her lips.

She raised up backwards, sprawling out on the settee that was just behind her. Her arms flew out, and her legs flew out, and her head flew back in a total sprawl. She luxuriated in a post orgasmic high, playfully swishing Mike's jism in her mouth. "Mmmmm", she thought, "how decadent."

Through half open eyes she looked to see pantless Mike snapping picture of her once again. She had to admire his professionalism.

Then with a devilish glint in her eye she opened her mouth to show off her sticky gob of goo. Her face lit up with the biggest grin of the day. And then she closed her mouth and swallowed it all down her throat; smacking her lips when it was gone.

"Oh baby," she cooed, "that was the best orgasm ever. Has anyone ever told you how good your cock tastes?"

"The pleasure was all mine… believe me." Mike replied snapping more pictures of her sprawled out and glowing from all the orgasms she had just had.

"And has anyone ever told you how sexy you look with your pants down around your ankles, and your man stuff just out there on display?" she continued. "How sexy is your cock and balls?"

"Well, no, that is a first." Mike truthfully answered, his cock feeling a surge back towards turgidness. "Thank-you."

"Oh your welcome, lover. You've got me feeling so good, I can't wait for more."

"Well here, let me help you up," he said as he extended his hand, "I think we need to move to a new location."

She threw her arms in front of herself and took his hand. Then she came to her feet as Mike pulled her up. In one smooth move she pressed herself in to him. Her arms went around his neck and she pressed her boobs into his chest and her pubic mound against his naked loins.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked, and then before he could answer she pressed her lips to his. The taste and feel of his semen was very much still on her lips, but Mike didn't mind. On the contrary he found it to be extremely erotic, for it was a tangible reminder of the intimacy they had just shared. They stood there kissing each other open mouthed and full of passion for who knows how many minutes. Until…

…at last he broke the kiss and said, "I think we should move to the bedroom."

She kissed him some more before saying, "Just what I was thinking."

Mike was impressed when Allison ushered him into the bedroom. The room was spectacular, the epitome of sumptuousness. In the center a huge king size bed, bedecked with fat pillows. There was almost a whole wall of windows that must have been overlooking the garden and pool in the backyard. On the floor a very thick carpet, perfect for walking barefoot on. In the corner there was even a fireplace. The walls were painted a pale yellow, and bordered by floral print. A room so sensual, it was an affront to think of it going unused for sex. Unbeknownst to either Mike or Allison, they were both thinking that that problem would soon be remedied.

Allison, who had thrown on a robe to make her way through the house, flopped herself onto the bed, to wait and watch as Mike (his pants back on), went to work setting up his remote control cameras. As she watched, she mentally undressed Mike, taking great pleasure in mind. Absentmindedly she let her hands play along her outstretched body, stroking a breast here, or an inner thigh there. She was feeling so excited and uninhibited, that she scarcely noticed when her furry muff was exposed, or a tit would be uncovered. But Mike noticed, and her nonchalant playing with herself was getting him quite turned on.

But then, she did something that was very enticing. She kicked off her heels, and then proceeded to peel off her stockings. First one and then the other, doing so with excruciating sensuality. Mike had a hard time keeping busy with the setup, wanting instead to just stare at the show Ally put on. And she knew what effect she had on him, because every time her eyes met his, she gave him a wink.

"O.K. you heavenly thing you," Mike finally announced, "it's time to start taking pictures again."

"How do you want me?" Allison asked, deliberately playing with the double entendre.

"Let's just start right where you are… doing exactly what you've been doing." Mike answered ignoring her come on. Of course in his mind he was dying to give her what she was asking for.

Allison nodded with an, "O.K."

She began posing. Now she needed no guidance. She just played for the camera, and Mike. Sly smiles, pouts, big grin, knowing looks, smoldering sensuality, perky cuteness; she ran the gamut. The robe did not last long, Allison had gotten so relaxed that she now did better when completely naked. So off went the robe, and she just frolicked on the bed in her total glory.

Who knows how many shots were taken before she just stopped.

"Oh, Mike… this is hard," she explained. "I think we need you to do your little tricks again.

"Tricks?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, you know, like kissing my neck and ears. Sucking on a nipple. Rubbing my pussy."

"Oh those tricks. Those aren't tricks… those are… methods… proven methods."

"I don't care what you call them, sweety, I just think it would help if you did some of them."

Mike thought about it for a second, but said, "I don't know if they work more than once a session."

"Ohhhh," she said, "I guess I understand. I just want to do more, but I need some help."

"Well what do you think might help you?"

"I've got an idea… I think we need to trade roles."

"Huh? How is that going to…."

She didn't wait for him to finish his question, but leaped off the bed right at him. She snatched up the camera and spun Mike around. She pushed him back towards the bed and exclaimed, "Start getting undressed."

Mike put up no resistance. He merely began to do as she wished, but unbuttoning the two buttoned buttons in his shirt.

"Ah role reversal, that's a commendable method," he said. "Here toss me the camera so I can capture that determined look on your face."

"Ha, ha," she giggled, "not so fast. It's my turn to take the shots. Now keep stripping, mister."

Mike, conceding defeat, pulled the polo shirt up and off his torso. Ally felt herself swoon over his good looking hard body. His abs were tight, and his chest look strong. Her nipples turned hard again all of a sudden.

"Nice, baby, " she cooed imitating the motivational patter of glamour photographer. "Now give it to me, give me your sexiness, you hot hunk you. Oh yeah, that's it, mamma loves it."

She then moved in close to him. With the cameras in her right hand, she reached around his head with her left. Pulling him close she captured his left ear lobe between her lips. Then she stuck out her tongue into his ear, finishing off by licking a trail half way down his neck.

"Undo your pants, " she whispered in to his ear.

The camera clicked away as he removed the last of his clothes. It was so exciting to her to photograph him getting and being naked, that she was surprised at how horny it made her. The longer she focused on his naked body the more she wanted him.

And of course what was really exciting was that cock of his. When he peeled his pants down, freeing it took her breath away. She sucked in a sudden breath of air to keep from passing out. Apparently that kiss of hers to his ear had spurred his manhood to full erection. And so when free his fleshy column raved around like pine tree in the wind. A big fat pine tree.

"Oh yeah, you've go the goods," she enthused. "You're making my mouth water with that monster of yours. That's it, yeah, the camera loves you. Oh a cock like that, make more than my mouth water."

She moved in close and took some tight shots of his maleness. She filled the view finder with his swollen peach colored rod, and the ball sack hanging from its base. The veins just under the surface along its length were deep purple and she swore she saw them pulsing. The head of his cock had also taken on a deeper hue of purple from the blood that was trapped inside making him turgid.

She ran her hand across his chest, mimicking how he had done the same to her, being sure to stroke his little man nipples. She giggled when this make his cock jump. She thought about how much she was going to enjoy looking at these pictures days and weeks later, remember how hot she was when she took them.

Next, she let her free hand run the length of his body, making him moan some more. She traced along his ribs, and then his obliques, and then to his twitching manhood. He must have been dying for it to be touched because he let out a sigh of relief when her fingers made contact.

It felt hot to her touch, and when she squeezed it, it felt like stone. Her fingers wrapped around it and it felt good in her grasp, solid and heavy... like a small club. Touching it made her imagine how it would feel inside her. The feel of it made places deep inside her womb contract with pleasure. All of a sudden all her mind could think of was how good that hunk of meat would feel buried inside her. But, paradoxically at the same time the satiny softness of its skin made her want to kiss it. Too bad she thought, there wasn't any way to suck it and ride it at the same time…

Oh well, she decided she would just have to do one thing at a time. But first, before doing either, she snapped off a couple of pictures of that very male cock being held in her very feminine hand. What an erotic juxtaposition of made and female.

That gave her an idea. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his shaft with her freshly reapplied lipstick. Perfect, a perfect lip print was left just like she thought it would be. Snap, snap… Mike's cock with her branding.

"Now, scoot back on to the center of the bed."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a happy grin. "Take all the pictures you want."

"Oh I'm done taking pictures… you know what I mean?"

As Mike scooted back on the bed, Allison gently set the camera down. She then preceded to "crawl" up onto the bed. Continuing on her hands and knees, catlike, she approached her prize. As she reached his knees she bent her head and gave his right one a kiss. She felt her nipple rub up against his calf as she bent down. Electricity flowed through her body from that point of contact, and she wondered how it felt to him. The kiss she gave was a soft full lip kiss, very wet and very erotic. She then crossed over to his left leg and kissed that knee.

Her mouth then moved up his thigh. She went right up to his thigh making a bee-line for his unprotected privates. She left a trail of kisses spaced one inch apart, each of them hot and wet against his skin. In addition to the sensations of her mouth, both lips and tongue, there was the delightful feeling of her full breasts and hard nipples tracing along his legs. It was delicious torture he thought to himself. He thought he knew where she was heading, but at the last moment she veered off, leaving his most sensitive parts alone, going instead to the spot were his legs joined his body.

At that juncture on his body, her kisses there had a powerful effect on Mike's being. This was one of his most erogenous spots on his body, and he could hardly stand more that a few kisses and licks there.

"Ohhhh, aaaahhhh," he cried, "it's too much, I can't, ooooh."

"Mmmmm," she purred back.

Relenting, she moved on kissing more as she continued moving up his body. She loved the his pulsing cock felt against her dangling boobs as she kissed him on his belly button. She drove her tongue into his button and made a circle around its circumference. From there her next stop was his nipples. As she held herself above his body she began a veritable feasting on his tiny nubs. By the moans and his wiggling, she knew he was experiencing nothing but pleasure. This made his cock jump and thwap against her mons venus which felt so good to her. It made her think about how good that would feel buried deep inside her.

When she thought he couldn't stand much more of her torments, she moved up to his mouth and commenced with osculation. Her lips met his, and their mouths opened and their tongue found each other and it was fantastic. She lowered her whole boy against his and poured herself into the kiss. He was a great kisser and so was she, and so together they lost themselves in their mutual mastery of the art. His arms wrapped around her and his hand found their way up and down her backside. And that pulsing cock of his got pinned between his belly and hers and it felt absolutely marvelous to Ally pulsing against her skin.

She broke her mouth away from his. "I've got to have you," she declared. As if her words weren't enough to express her desire, she rocked her hips in a most salacious manner.

She reached a hand down between their bodies and found his rigid staff. Deftly she positioned it so that the head rested at the opening of her love tunnel. The crown felt so good nestled at cusp of her sex… but she knew the feelings where only going to get better.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she eased her self down slowly. The head doing its job, spreading her open and apart, allowing for his full length to follow. The feelings where so good, in her mind, there was nothing that came close to feeling so fantastic.

"Ooooooh," Mike moaned. Apparently he too enjoyed the sensations of initial entry.

As soon as she could feel him reach "bottom", Ally contracted her pelvis drawing her self back off the delightful invader. Then when it was just about to be completely withdrawn, she reversed direction and plunged herself right back down on it.

"Uuuum!" she grunted with pleasure.

"Ahhhh," he answered in agreement.

She repeated the motions; first pulling off, then pushing back down on. And then again, off and then on. Each time the two steps were repeated, she picked up the speed a bit; both the speed of the sliding, and the speed in between directional shifts, a little faster each time around. After just a few strokes she found that she needed to balance herself with her arms on his shoulders. And then in about a dozen more strokes, she reached a steady rhythm, of in and out, in and out. Her body responding to ancient biology that reached back through time, had found the most basic of physiological programming. She lost herself in the deliciousness of the sensations her body moving against his created.

O.K. it isn't a pretty word, but the most accurate word for the motions her body was following was humping. Happily, ecstatically, whole heartedly humping his cock with her entire being. Onward and onward she rode him. Grinding herself as completely as she could with each down stroke. Pulling her sheath off his rod on the up stroke. Hard hot wet flesh sliding in and out of soft hot wet flesh. And with each stroke waves of pleasure flowing through her being. Pleasure that built stronger and stronger with every cycle. Building until…

"Aaarrrrrrggg," she screamed as her body was taken by orgasm. "Ooooooooooh, ooohhh, oooohh," she sang her song of erotic rapture. Deep inside her, her insides contracted and relaxed and contracted and relaxed in the waves of climaxing. Her brain and body flooded with a release of endorphins. The pleasurable jolts of cumming kept on happening as she kept on impelling herself on Mike's fabulous organ.

And speaking of Mike, Ally's climax was the tipping point for his own build up. Never in his life had he experienced such an erotic event as he was now experiencing.

"Uuuuuuuuummmmph," he groaned, "I'm cuuuummmminnng!" and with that his cock erupted deep inside the climatic furry that was Ally's orgasm. With each pump of the conjoined parts he shot another volley of his hot cream into her. Blast after blast until his reservoir was drained.

They finished at just about the same time. She flopping down on his chest, her breast delightfully crushing against him, and he wrapping his arms around her, holding close. They lay there without motion, the feelings of holding each other in the wake of the ecstasy they had just experience, making them both wish to never have to separate. Just laying there together connected cling to each other, feeling the bliss.

Mike looked into her eyes. "Hand me the camera," he gently asked.

Allison reached over and retrieved the camera and handed it to Mike.

"I want to capture the beauty that is lighting your face right now."

Ally knew what he wanted, and she lifted herself up off him.

He followed her body as she reached over to where the camera had ended up. He liked the way her breasts looked hanging down, and the curve of her hips and the line of her legs. This woman's body was so good that it seemed like there wasn't a single bad angel to which to view it.

She handed him the camera, and he immediately began snapping shots. She didn't know it, but he worked the camera to capture details of her up close, and also pulling back with the telephoto to get all of her in the frame. She had the most blissful look, that post orgasm look, upon her face.

After what seemed like a long time, she grabbed the camera from him, saying, "My turn."

Then she preceded to do the very same to him. For some reason she found his defeated and flaccid cock particularly interesting. Very artistic nude study, she thought to herself.

Mike put up with this and posed for her for a while. He was done, and had gotten the shots of her that would fulfill her request, and this was digital so it didn't cost anything, and it was very flattering to be the subject of her interest in this way. So he let her take her shots.

But finally he called it quits. He just got up off the bed and declared that it was time for him to go. It would do to be here when her husband returned. The servants could be trusted to not mention his visit, but his actual presence might be hard to explain.

So he dressed and packed his gear, and she kept taking pictures, so the last thing he got was his camera itself. She was still naked as he bent down and gave her a tender kiss.

"I hate to go, but I must," he said.

"Come back any time," she invited.

"Hmmmmmm," he sighed as he turned, still drinking in her loveliness. "I'll send you a flash drive with your photos, in a day or two… I'll go through them and send only the best.
"Be sure to send me some of those of you," she called out hopefully.

~

Two days later, a small box came by way of courier to Allison's door. She raced into her private office to open the box. She trembled with excitement as she open the little box. There inside was a flash drive. She plugged into her computer's USB port, and in a second a slideshow started showing her the contents of the drive… there on the screen her naked form danced on the monitor. The shots were spectacular, but there was something of a surprise… every single one of them were shots of her AND Mike's bodies together. They were all the shots of them having sex, and none of her alone. They were very artistic, and very erotic, to say the least. Shots of him and her wrapped around each other, shots of her going down on his cock. Shots of his cock between her lips. Shots of them fucking too. Clear views of them "in congress" as they say. Amazingly arousing pictures of him deep inside of her. Somehow he got close ups showing her pussy stretched and filled with him manhood. Then shots of him going down on her. One very interesting picture of his tongue spread wide as her lapped at her clit. She remembered taking that one. Then the shots of climaxes and orgasms. Had they really shared that many that afternoon. They were the hottest pictures of all. Every ounce of joy was quite visible in these pictures. Classics every one of them. Mike really was an artistic genius.

At least a hundred pictures, and not one of them just of her in a playmate pose. What she wondered had happened to the other pictures? These were hardly the kind of pictures she had imagined sharing with her online paramours. What a trick… he had fulfilled his contract, but not given her what she was after. What was his game, she wondered.

And then with the last picture still on the screen, a message rolled up that said, "Allison, you wanted pictures that showed you sexual beauty. I submit that these show that to the greatest extend that your sexual self can be expressed. I want you to remember how sexual you can be. When (and if) you share these images with someone, they will really appreciate how special your sexuality is. These are much better than any plain old nudes, don't you agree. Mike, for the Lady's Whim.




THE END