Hustle and Bustle

Standing stock upright due to my restrictive garments I played the most woeful of shots on the billiard table.
"Captain Foswhacket, I simply can't get the angle to play a decent shot, my bustle is far too restrictive. You've bested me this time." I declared.
The captain suddenly had a wicked glint in his eye, I knew he wanted to suggest I remove some garments but he was far too much of a gentleman to suggest it. However I knew the only way to beat him, and to win the wager would be to disrobe.
"Perhaps if I were not restricted so, then I could at least put up more of a challenge."
"A...A.... Are you suggesting that you wish to.... to...disrobe?" The usually cool captain stuttered. "Miss Bucquet, I feel it would be improper for you to do so."
"Captain," I declared calmly, though I felt anything but calm, "I do believe you are acquainted with me enough by now to call me Fanny. It would be improper for me to disrobe however wouldn't it be more improper for a gentleman such as yourself not to allow me the opportunity to compete fairly in our wager?" I smiled coquettishly at the red-faced captain. I had given him enough reason to allow me to continue.
"W…w…well if you put it that way, I suppose I have no choice."
As I started to undress the captain looked away, but soon enough he was watching me. I started by untying and then removing my bonnet, followed by my stiff overcoat. My more delicate housecoat was next.
"Captain, I'll need your assistance with the buttons on my dress please."
The captain almost exploded with excitement at the prospect. He shuffled over to me, trying to hide the disgusting bulge in his britches no doubt, and bade me turn around. As I felt his fat sweaty fingers fumble clumsily with my pearl buttons I couldn't help but smile to myself, I had him right were I wanted him.
Soon enough all of my buttons were undone and I slipped my dress off. The captain returned to his original position.
I unhooked my bustle and let it fall to the floor with a thud, followed by my undershirt and petticoat. I was left standing in my girdle, bloomers, stockings and boots.
"There, that's much better." I said. The captain had turned an alarming shade of red. In the next five minutes I played several shots, making sure to expose as much cleavage and bare skin as I dared.
I missed my last shot but I still felt confident as I had one more trick up my sleeve.
"Oh dear, if you make this shot then you will have won." I said.
"Hmm, yes, yes I believe you're right." Said the captain dreamily.
As he leaned over the table to take his winning shot I clasped my palms together and tried to make my elbows touch. This had the effect of pushing my bosoms up and together. The captain let fly with the cue, ripping the baize and sending the cue ball flying off the table and smashing through the window.
"Oh dear captain," I exclaimed, "it looks as if I've won. Please write my cheque out while I get dressed."
As I put my things on the captain went to his desk to write my cheque. As he was writing it he muttered. "I do believe you've hustled me you little strumpet."
"Why captain, how could you accuse me of such a thing?"
As I departed from the captain's house I looked at my prize and read out loud. "I, Captain Foswhacket, promise to pay Miss Fanny Lyka Bucquet ten thousand pounds."
"Damn," I thought, "how does he know my middle name?"

Period drama

*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"God you must be so turned on tonight, you're so wet" He said proudly
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"Erm...damn straight baby" she replied, through her teeth.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"Well that didn't sound too convincing" he said hurtfully.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"Didn't it?" she replied hopefully.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"Nope, not at all" he said adamantly.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"I've no idea why lover" she growled seductively.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"Tell me why you're so wet." he said demandingly.
*in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out*
"I've got my period." she replied truthfully.
*in................out..............halfway in..................completely out*
"Bleurgh!" he vomited, squeamishly.

The Photographer

I was in a bad mood.
It was a hot sunny day in London and I wished I was outside on a photo shoot instead of being stuck in this stuffy studio.
I was sweating and my knackers kept sticking to my leg, not only that but the model was late.
"Fuck this." I said to myself as I started packing up my gear. "She's probably a stuck up cow anyway."

Just as I was tucking away my equipment the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked in.
"Hi. I'm sorry I'm late."
She flashed me a smile that raised my temperature (as well as something else) to a dangerously high level.
"H.. h.. hi come in." I stammered. "Are you late? I didn't realise."
"Yeah. Where can I get changed?"
"There's a room just over there." I said pointing to a door while simultaneously trying to hide the sweat mark under my arm. It wasn't the most elegant manoeuvre ever witnessed; I looked like I was doing a bad impression of an elephant.

As the model went into the room I started pulling out my equipment again. I set up my camera and attached my longest lens to it. When she came back out I was sitting idly polishing the end of my twelve incher.
"That's impressive." Said the model.

She was wearing a tiny gold bikini, which struggled to contain her massive tits and looked like it was giving her the wedgie of a lifetime.
Not as impressive as your tits I thought. She had a pair on her like a couple of bald pensioners fighting over the last custard cream.

There was a barely audible noise which sounded kind of like Velcro being pulled apart as my rising member pealed my nuts from my leg.
"Did you just open your wallet?"
"Erm...no, no. So what would you like to do first? We've got a paddling pool full of beans, or there's some paint you could roll around in."
"I thought this was a respectable magazine?" She said licking her oversized lips.
"Oh it is, it is. There won't be any nudity or anything."
"Oh that's a shame. I'll do the beans first."
My pecker was trying to break out of my pants like an angry snake trapped in a bag.
"Ok jump in and I'll start shooting." My load if I don't calm down, I thought. As soon as she stepped in the pool I started frantically fingering my button. I gently tweaked my focus to get a clear shot of her.

"OH!" She squealed. "I've got some beans in my bikini bottoms. Can you help me?"
I just about dropped my camera.
"Sure. What do you want me to do?"
"Just come over here and help me." She barked.
I put my camera down and crossed the room toward her. As soon as I got near she reached out and grabbed my cock like a hungry dog after a sausage, freed it from its linen cage and shoved it greedily down her throat.
"OOOF!" I exclaimed lustfully.
Her head was bobbing up and down like a buoy in a thunderstorm. She pulled back to stop me from shooting and lay down on the floor. I got on my hands and knees and nosed her bikini bottoms to one side like a trained seal after a fish and started lapping away like a kitten under a cow udder.
I had only been down for a few seconds when she started gushing at the gash. I knelt up and wiped my face on my sleeve as I admired my handiwork. The model shot forward and gripped my missile to guide it home.
"Why Mr. Photographer, you've got one on you like an elephant with elephantiasis." She sighed seductively.
"Cheers."

I started pumping back and forth like the one remaining piston in a fucked engine doing ninety-mph.
"Easy mate you could have my leg off!" She whispered erotically in my ear.
"Why don't you take me from behind?" She said as I whipped it out and my first spurt of thick ropey jism slapped wetly against her face and giant tits.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"Never mind." She replied.