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.