DREAMS DO COME TRUE

By Starlight

Lets see. Sweaty palms, dry mouth and butterflies in the stomach. Fear. All symptoms present and accounted for. To help dispel the nervous tension, I got up and walked around the hotel room one more time. It hadn't changed. I checked the camera - still fully charged. Then my watch one more time. Five minuets. Five minuets and either one of the best nights of my life will begin... or one of the greatest disappointments. Will she come? Will my electronic stranger, my horny Sheila take that final step, run the ultimate risk?

She of the dirty words and hot ideas. The hot wet pussy and the tight brown ass. The siren who wanted me to cum in her mouth and ass. We had met two months ago, exchanging hot erotic emails over the net. A secretive Indian girl with a straight-laced family... who logged on secretly, late at night, to talk dirty with a stranger. To ask for photo's of his cock and his cum, and delighted in the idea of being wanked over.

What was I doing here? But… how could I not be. An attractive, horny girl was making promises my body and mind could not resist. Should I be guilty? My partner would be upset and distraught by what I contemplating… but then again, she was not helping her cause. A strong-minded Cantonese widow who liked vanilla, rose tinted, romantic sex. Anal sex was a total no no. Oral sex? She loved it. Being on the receiving end - and would lie for hours with her legs open... but so plainly disliked giving me that pleasure, that it lost its appeal. She may have reluctantly sucked my cock, but would not entertain the idea of letting me cum in her mouth. Speaking to her about sex was difficult, almost impossible. To her, sex was fundamentally "dirty", and although I knew I could demand, or even force her, it was not me. I was not that kind of person. Her attitude was if I wanted that kind of sex, I should find someone else. She meant on a permanent basis, not the temporary one I had in mind.

Just excuses? Maybe… but I had known that kind of sexual relationship, had enjoyed that kind of sex. I suppose it was also the seat of my attraction to Asian/Indian girls. My ex had been a dark eyed, warm skinned, Indian girl who had shared all my sexual awakenings and almost half of my life. She was ten years gone, and I missed her on a daily basis. A wound that would not heal, an itch I could not scratch. A memory that grew stronger with the passing of time. Now, under the pretext of a 'boys' night out', I had booked a hotel room and anxiously awaited her arrival.

I paced the length of the room. My nervousness grew as the appointed time drew closer. Would it have been easier to find a prostitute? No… not that. I have nothing against the professionals, the working girls. On the contrary - I have paid for sex, very good sex, before now. But only after I had got to know the girls. Thai girls worked red light bars during my time in the army. Over time I had come to know a few, over the weak drinks they skilfully tempted out of us. I have never, despite my best intentions, managed a one-night stand, or a cold transaction of money and fuck me now. I suppose it is a matter of confidence. I needed to know a person, develop that confidence I needed to sleep with them. It sounds trite, but I am shy around women. Fear of failure? Fear on not meeting expectations? I don't know how else to phrase it. So why was tonight going to be any different? Sex is the most vulnerable, trusting thing that you can do with another human being. And Sheila was a stranger… but no, I knew her innermost thoughts. I knew she wanted to feel a cock in her ass, and enjoyed the taste of semen in her mouth. I knew that the idea of photographing her naked body, taking pictures of her having sex turned her on…

A knock on the door, and my heart was in my mouth. My knees felt weak and I stumbled in my haste to reach the doorknob. A deep breath. Open the door. The grainy, electronic image had done her a disservice. Young, a little over half my age. Her eyes, large and dark, four inches below my own. Slim, fit looking… altogether daunting. Any anticipatory erection I had developed awaiting her arrival was long gone. Long, straight hair and an engaging if slightly nervous smile. She was gorgeous, and without thinking, told her so. The smile grew broader, and a dimple appeared.

"Thank you." An eyebrow raised quizzically. "Are you going to let me in.... or do we start in the hallway?"

"God! Sorry... please..." and waved her into the room. Idiot! I cursed myself. Stop apologising. Stop sounding like a moonstruck teenager. There was a momentary hesitation, magnified by my own paranoia. Stop thinking so much! She stepped into the room, brushing past me. A delicate scent of exotic femininity filled my nostrils. She scrutinised the room. I saw her nod as she spotted the camera. From behind I studied her tantalising form. The short black dress, slim legs and firm curve of a shapely behind. My lost erection stirred. I bit back the desire to speak. To ask her why she was here. She was here to be fucked, just like she said on the net. Don't jinx it. Don't scare her away. Don't blink in case she vanishes in a puff of smoke.

She turned, arms wide, with a "what do you think" expression. I broke my recently formulated rule and risked one more clarification.

"You really are quite beautiful". The subtext, of course, was 'are you really sure that this is where you mean to be?' That dimple appeared again. God - how can any sane man argue with a dimple!

"Thank you once again." Her voice was quiet, but quite distinct. Educated, controlled. "Are we going for plan A, B or would you rather have C?"

It took a moment for my befuddled mind to sort out what she referred to. I hope I did not blush. Being forward and horny on a keyboard is not the same as standing a few feet from sexual perfection. She had asked me to tell her what I would do if this night happened. What would I do if we ever met?… and I had formulated three scenario's, confessing that I was unable to choose between them. Plan A involved her dropping to her knees, while I pulled out my cock and fucked her mouth. Plan B would be her bending forward over the bed, while I lifted her skirt, pulled down her pants and had her from behind, cuming in her ass. Plan C was a personal favourite. It required her to masturbate to orgasm for my viewing pleasure.

"Plan C" I spoke without a seconds hesitation. Another dimple, and a shake of the head. "I would have put money on plan A."

"All in good time." And I fought the urge to leer. It was only just starting to dawn on me that this was really going to happen. This beautiful girl was going to share her body with me, fulfil my wildest fantasies. If the gods were having a laugh at my expense, I was starting to think that it was already worth it. This girl had given my two months of pleasure and delight without me leaving my keyboard… a bolt of lightning now would seem like fair exchange.

Sheila slipped out of the short coat and sat on edge of the bed.

The already short hem of her dress rose up, revealing the length of smooth brown thighs. I almost had a heart stoppage. She wore stockings! Admittedly they were the hold up type, no garter belt - but god! Whoever invented tights should have been strangled at birth, or least put against a wall and shot for crimes against mankind. Her hand helped her hemline higher and exposed the skimpy, pale lace and silk knickers. They seemed to glow, contrasted against her rich colouring. She smoothed her palms over her inner thighs and a little hesitantly, lightly stroked a fingertip over beautifully, full curved front of her pants, tracing the cleft of her sex. Looked up at me through lowered eyelashes. I snapped my drooling jaw shut and tried to imagine a calm, appreciative expression. And probably failed miserably.

"I've never done anything like this before...", her voice was quieter, deeper and defiantly teasing. I looked up into her face and found her expression as unfathomable and inscrutable as any fabled oriental. The educated, English accented words from her had developed a throaty quality that her original greeting had lacked. I nodded dumbly. If sex had a sound, she was it.

"It's really very strange… but I'm so wet already. If you touched me, I'd cum." She breathed huskily. Hussy. But she was clearly enjoying herself.

My resurrected erection was now distending the front of my trousers uncomfortably as I struggled to find words that would sound sane and reassuring. I probably sounded like I like a village idiot about to have a stroke.

"Take you time… show me your breasts… those nipples you told me so much about."

She pouted, and glanced pointedly at my groin. The instinct to cover the bulging front of my trousers was hard to resist, but I managed it.

Her left hand never ceased its gentle stroking, as she used her right to slowly slip the shoulder straps down and reached awkwardly behind her to reach the zip at her back. I started forward to help, but a commanding shake of her head stopped me. As the top of her dress loosened, it lowered, and bared the warm brown swell of her small, firm breasts. She wore no bra… please see comments about tights. As promised in her emailed advertisement, her nipples were tiny, dark chocolate in colour. Good enough to eat.

She caressed herself, a circling thumb catching on the hard nub of her nipple. She spread her thighs wider, the incessant stroking harder, firmer. She made a production of caressing the stocking clad thighs and kicking her tiny black shoes off.

"Are you just going to stand with your tongue hanging out?"

Ouch.

"Sit." And pointed with a jerk of her chin to one of the rooms upholstered chairs.

"Show me your cock. Show me how hard you are."

Her voice was teasing, but with a discernable edge of hunger. A little self-consciously I pulled the chair over and sat facing her, never once taking my eyes off her. The action of her ever-moving finger traced a damp groove in the front of her pale knickers and I was hungry for more. Reluctantly I unzipped my trousers, and shoved my hand down inside my underwear. Men do have this habit of holding themselves, it's kind of comforting I suppose, a habit. It felt especially good when aroused... and I was extremely aroused. She slipped a finger under the edge of knickers, touching her pussy directly and she let her expression show the pleasure it gave her, even as she shook her head.

"Uh uh. Show me. Show me your cock. Wank for me."

I pulled myself free of my pants with a familiar reluctance - fear of judgement? Women may feel it unfair, but they do not have the graphic display of potency and sexuality that an extremely visible erection involves. A disappointed look, an amused smile… and it's all over. Most males, unless unusually blessed, live in a world of fear that the might be less than adequately endowed. Most women are well aware of how conscious we can be about our cocks… but often lack the empathy of just how it feels, and what damage they can do to delicate male egos. A kindly or admiring word can do wonders for their sex lives. My sexy Sheila's early emails included a request - "How big is your cock - I love big cocks. Send me a photo." She will probably never know how much fear surrounded the honesty of my answer, and the trepidation went with my attached photo. I berated myself for not exaggerating. Six inches fell well short of the eight that filled any erotic stories or hard-core videos. Her reply had been awaited with a mixture of hope and a fear of ridicule. She proved to be not only a beautiful, but also a clever, person. Kind words and a compliment to the effect that six inches was more than adequate and that she wanted the pictured cock buried in her body.

Sheila rolled her eyes. She was fingering herself, but the action was hidden by the damp strip of her knickers. I must have made some kind of noise, because her gaze focused once more upon me. She eyed my rock hard erection and then glanced down between her thighs. She smiled serenely, and withdrew a shiny wet finger, and held it up, displaying it to me.

"See how wet you make me." She teased, before touching it to her pursed lips, and lapped at it with her small pink tongue. This time I heard my groan.

"Aah… show me. Show me your pussy."

Her left hand eased the material aside, and I had my first real time, real life look at her pussy. I have never yet managed to express the strength of attraction, sheer pleasure that the sight of that magical piece of flesh between a woman's thighs gave me. I guess that we are genetically programmed to find them irresistible. Its not only me… males have an almost fatal, lemming like urge to throw themselves at the female sex. Loving husbands risk their wives and children. Powerful men and successful politicians risk their reputations and careers and fortunes for a sniff of pussy.

Sheila had the power to strip men of their wealth, their families and their dignity. Did she realise that? Do any women really appreciate that? A butter smooth, warm brown gold, full lipped groove. Not an unsightly hair in sight. Her, oh-so-lickable labia looked swollen, a gleam of pink inner wetness tantalised invitingly. Mesmerised I watched her replace the recently licked finger to the slick groove. She rubbed it gently over the apex, parting the lips to caress the hooded nub of her clitoris. Her eyes rolled up once more, her mouth hung slack. I watched as a tremor ran though the length of her body.

"Oh baby… oh yes… I want your cock in me..". Action matched her words, as she drove two fingers deep up into her vagina. Her body jerked, and she was into her stride. The hypnotic sight of her writhing body, splayed out thighs and her wrist blurring as she vigorously finger fucked herself.

Fuck plan C - plan A was suddenly very imminent. I lurched up out of the chair, awkward with my open trousers. Her words, already rendered incoherent as she gasped and grunted, were stifled as I pressed my aching cock into her waiting, open mouth. I grasped two handfuls of her long dark hair and pulled her deeper onto me. I could feel her body shaking under the onslaught of her busy fingers, as she spluttered and gagged on my throbbing length. I came almost at once, spurting into the very back of her mouth, and I could feel the pulsating action of her swallowing desperately. I was hunched over her head, jerking manically, emptying myself into her. Her snorting, choking noises got worse, until I hurriedly pulled back, my semen and spit smeared cock slipping free of her lips. A trickle of diluted semen escaped from the corner of her mouth, until a skilful swirl of pink tongue recaptured it.

She was still gasping as I pushed her over backwards onto the bed, legs sprawled out, wide spread, two fingers still buried deeply between the lush lipped cunt. I hurriedly pulled my shirt off over my head and stepped out of the crumpled heap of my trousers. She gazed up at me, all wide eyed, slack jawed and heaving chest. She continued to finger herself as I knelt on the edge of the bed, between her wide spread thighs.

Roughly, I grasped her legs behind each knee and raised them, her sticky fingers slipping free and reaching for my rock hard, well-lubricated cock. With her knees virtually on her chest, her pussy was an enticing, wet lipped groove of pure sexuality. I reached under the firm swell of her bottom, gripped the waist of her knickers and forcefully pulled them off her hips and along her raised thighs, over the bend of her knees and off her ankles. I would have liked to pause and admire the exposed, vulnerable beauty of her cunt and newly exposed dark whorl of her anus… but I knew that having cum, I had to keep fucking through the lull that follows ejaculation. Her fingers found me, wrapping around the base of my shaft and pulling me down towards her cunt. My cock was extremely sensitive, making me gasp as she rubbed me along the hot cleft of her pussy, before stuffing me into the mouth of her hot, grasping, vaginal opening.

Keeping her knees together, virtually resting on her breasts, I pressed into her, one long deep lunge that had me buried deeply between her fat lipped slit. She grunted appreciatively, an "uh!" of expelled air. Her cunt gripped me firmly in its hot wet grasp, and I could have remained there an eternity, dieing happily in her embrace. Instead, I began to thrust back and forth, pulling almost entirely free of her, before plunging deep once again. Hard and fast, keeping my hardon past the post-climatic phase. Her hands now grasped her bum cheeks, pulling them apart to add a few my millimetres to the depths I could plunge. I also recalled an email about how she loved thud of swinging balls against her anus. I had my head down, hands on her knees, looking down at my pale, veined cock thrusting between the warm brown lips of her sex. I could see the mouth of her vagina, a moist pink ring that gripped my shaft, moving back and forth in sympathy. I parted her knees, and looked up her exquisite body to her face. She was rocking her head from side to side, mouth in constant motion and I struggled to make sense of the noises she was making. "Oh baby... fuck... oh yes… fuck me… fill my cunt…". Ok, I could live with that,

An achy knee urged a change of position, and I collapsed forward, over her, her thighs parting and wrapping around my waist, and I buried my face into her shoulder. I slid my hands under her ass, raising her, and found my fingers against the burning knot of muscle of her anus, already very slippery with her flowing pussy juice. I gently probed the wrinkled muscular ring, marvelling at the heat I could feel. Doctors do have a point with their love of rectal thermometers. The grunted "Do it" rang in my ears, and ever happy to oblige a lady, I slid my forefinger into her asshole. Past the second knuckle and her whole body lurched and shook, her thighs tightening uncomfortably around me.

Having cum in her mouth, I was in that kind of detached, mechanical phase. I was aware of her body's motions, trying to find the points that made her react. I was aware of the tight, pulsating grip of her anal sphincter around my finger, how she reacted a slight change of angle to my thrusts. Secure that my hardon was going to last, with no urge to climax again, I free to start playing with this delicious body. I rose onto my elbows and gazed down at her beautiful face. A woman never, I repeat never, looks more beautiful than when she is enjoying the feel of your cock inside her body.

I kissed her for the first time, and I swear she came, with my cock, my finger and my tongue inside her. Or maybe she faked it… men don't really care - as long as they don't know. Women often find this odd, but men are happy to be lied to. Successful (even less successful) prostitutes have exploited this since time immemorial.

I took hold of her wrists, and made her suck her aromatic fingers, then stretched her arms to the sides, as it on a crucifix. I had come across the odd female pleasure in gentle restraint, and Sheila seemed no different. She moaned and writhed happily beneath me, body heaving to meet my thrusting cock. I stretched her arms up over her head and found her equally responsive. Her exposed armpits, and their wisp a silky hair gave me a mild insight into that particular fetish.

This had been going on for fifteen minuets or so, and my body was staring to protest. I slowed and finally halted, cock deep inside her, and lay my head upon her heaving chest, toying with those dark and delicate nipples. The crushing grip of her thighs relaxed, and we lay quietly for a while, savouring the muscular grip and occasional squeeze of her cunt, each time I twitched my cock. She continued to whisper and mutter complimentary, horny words of encouragement.

Having caught my breath, my second wind, I rose up onto my knees once more, simply enjoying the sight of her. She took the opportunity to remove the sweaty, twisted rope from around her waist, the crumpled remains of her black dress. I took the time to caress her thighs and flanks, those firm, warm hued breasts. Touching her body and smooth warm skin was a sensuous delight impossible to put into words. It twitched my muscles, making my cock leap inside of her, and she responded in kind, her vaginal sheath squeezing back. We played the inane game, laughing with simple minded delight for a while, before the urge to make her moan came over me once more. I rolled her onto her side, and started to slide back and forth in her warm clinging embrace, enjoying the view, half pussy, half ass. Her buttocks were smooth and wonderfully firm. Quite irresistible. I fucked her slowly now, enjoying the sight of my penetration of this beautiful, sexy young woman. The tempo grew slowly, relentlessly. I eased her over, onto her stomach, struck once more by just how sexy her ass was.

"Oh yes…. Baby, fuck me like a dog… fuck my ass."

Holding her hips, I raised her onto her knees. Rear entry has always been my favourite position, the view of a sexy ass, the taut rim of pussy… and was pleased that she did not struggle onto her elbows or onto all fours. Instead, she arched her back, face on bed, as I slow fucked her from behind. Her bottom was wonderfully smooth and firm, cool to the touch, compared to the wet heat my cock was engulfed in. The darker, shadowed groove and tight knot of her anus was impossible to resist, and I pressed a thumb into her, feeling that odd sensation of my cock only a thin membrane away. I helped with a large dollop of saliva, moistening and stretching her muscular ring.

I was almost motionless, as Sheila was now forcing the pace, her body sliding back and forth on my impaling cock. I was content to let her get on with it, simply enjoying the sight of her tight cunt working back and forth upon my ridged length. Her movements gradually speeded up, until any semblance of rhythm dissolved into a series of wild jerks and buttock clenching spasms. "Fuck… cuming… you make me cum… oh Baby… oh"

The irresistible combination of her words, the cool firm curves of her buttocks in my hands, her clenching pussy and the hot anal sphincter made me suddenly aware that my detachment was fading. As her climatic throes subsided, her words stilled, it was her turn to catch her breath. I eased out of the warm embrace of her cunt. She made an unhappy, mewling sound, and a hand flapped around as if to stop my withdrawal. She started to twist over, but stopped suddenly when I also popped my thumb out of her anus, and pressed the tip of my cock to the opening. I spread her butt cheeks with my hands and pressed deeper. "Aah… aah… aah" she moaned, the frequency rising as I forced her sphincter wider. There was no hungry thrusting back to impale herself this time, and she actually moved away… with nowhere to go. Despite the loosening action of my finger and thumb, and the copious lubrication of pussy juices, she was tight… extremely tight. No sudden lunges this time, just a slow, steady pressure forcing myself deeper, ever deeper into the furnace of her asshole. She collapsed forward, face down on the bed and I went with her, to end up lying along her back, my cock sliding inexorably deeper. I withdrew slightly, then slid back, starting a slow fuck into her raised buttocks.

I nuzzled the back of her neck, then whispered into her ear.

"Where is my white cock now?"

"In… in my ass… aah!"

"What kind of cock?"

"A hard… hard white cock… uh"

"And what kind of ass?"

"My… uh… my brown… my tight brown ass… oh god… oh god, you feel so big!"

Clever girl. Ever want a happy man? Tell him he feels so big! I fucked her with a slow, steady tempo. I felt her hand down between her thighs, under her body, touching herself. She came again and despite the tight grip of her ass and the pleasurable motions of her body beneath me, I knew that I was not going to come. I needed a little more visual stimulation than the back of her head. Nothing like a quick blowjob to slow things down. I stayed inside her as I rose to my knees and rolled her over, swinging one long thigh awkwardly across my body, until she lay panting on her back, thighs spread, cunt exposed above my embedded hardon. Now I could watch her slack jawed expression of pleasure, admire those beautifully proportioned breasts and…

"Show me your pussy, spread it for me, finger it."

She complied eagerly, treating me to the full glory of her exposed sex, sliding fingers into her honey filled hole, flicking the swollen hooded clit and spreading the inner lips. The subtle hues from slick brown outer labia to the delicate pinks of the inner surfaces... a beauty impossible to capture. The erotic vista and the added lubrication of trickling pussy juices were having their effect. I began to fuck her ass with more urgency, the build up to climax a mere matter of time. Her fingers, deep in her cunt, rubbed against my cock… what a wonderful sensation. Her eyes widened with delight as she noted my increased tension and tempo.

"You're going to cum! Oh yes…. Oh baby cum in my ass…" Her free hand reached down, trying to grip my slippery shaft, and they were enough to bring upon my crisis. I struggled internally to hold it up, increasing the tension, the pleasure of ejaculation. She was now fully concentrating on me with a wide-eyed wonder.

"I can feel you… You're cuming… Cum in me baby… Cum in my ass…"

And so I did. The intensity of a second climax, held for as long as possible, can be intense… and this certainly was intense, much to her evident delight. Groaning and grimacing I collapsed onto her, cock jerking and spurting deep in her ass. She loved it, cooing and cuddling and I confess I hammed it up a bit. Men tend to suppress orgasm to such and extent, it can be more of a disappointment than a pleasure. Annoyed when they finally loose it, and that the demonstrations or orgasmic delirium that women seem to love so much are largely an act for their benefit. We all like being lied to a times.

We lay entwined for a long time, and eventually my wilting cock slipped ignominiously from her. I stirred, sleepily, content to remain in her embrace forever. It could not be. Forcing myself to move, I eased off her warm, inviting form.

"Shower."

"Hmm… " she seemed equally content to lie immobile.

"How about a soapy finger up your ass?" I tempted. That got a sleepy reaction.

"I'd rather have a soapy cock."

"Don't be greedy - and get that tasty ass into the shower."

She yelped pleasantly as gave the ass in question a light slap.

I followed the wriggle and jiggle of her bum into the shower, and my cock twitched with renewed life. God… she was one red-hot piece of ass!

The shower was fun. It gave the opportunity to run soapy hands all over her body… particular attention being paid to her pussy and ass, not forgetting those wonderful breasts. The shower was big enough for one of us to kneel at a time. I nearly broke my neck when she wrapped a leg around my upper body, and then tried to get the second one up there with it - my own fault, as sucking on her swollen clitoris seemed have that effect. For her part she sucked me back to a sizable erection, but I feared she might down if she carried on for much longer, and stopped things long before completion.

Dry, clean and most of the sexual tension gone from the air, we retired to the bed for a bit of kissing and cuddling. I ran my hands over her body incessantly, unable to tear myself away. It was pleasant, relaxed. We were horny, but satiated and in no great hurry for the rematch, content to enjoy the moment. I couldn't help my curiosity, and asked the question that had been at the back of my mind ever since this assignation was first discussed.

At first I thought that she was not going to answer me, but eventually she sighed.

"Why am I here?" A thoughtful pause

"It's hard enough being hit on by every male I meet… the temptations are great. I like sex, I like orgasms and hard fucking… but I can't trust them. I've had it happen. Nice guy. Trusted him, believed him. Had my wicked way, then I'm hearing off friends how he goes round telling his mates what a great lay I am."

A flash of anger, and a deeper hurt.

"Chatting to you... Well, it was different. You've done most of the things I'm still dreaming of doing. Going around boasting clearly isn't your style. You have too much to risk. More than me." She gave a level, hard-eyed look.

"I'm not looking for a relationship. I just want fucking. You want the same thing too. And you're safe… I guess. You've been open with me… maybe too open. But it worked this time. I'm trusting that you are no mad sadist stalker type - and I don't think you want to hurt, or leave your Chinese girlfriend."

She lifted herself up onto one elbow, her hand fumbled for my erection, tightening around me.

"I like hard cocks… cuming in my mouth. I want dirty, hard fucking sex and I have to be very discreet about where I find it." She began a slow masturbatory movement up and down my shaft.

"But your biggest plus was telling me how much you wanted to take pictures of me. I loved that idea. I frigged myself silly just thinking about it, the camera flashing as you cum in my mouth... fill my ass." She raised her head and glanced over at the table. "Speaking of which… how about it?"

"Filling you ass or taking photos?"

"God! Don't you just hate decisions like that?"

"OK baby, show me what you got..." I mimicked, pouting like some stereotypical, seedy glamour photographer. She laughed, spreading those silken thighs wider still, the glistening lips parting invitingly. The flash illuminated the shadows.

"Fingers, baby. Give me some finger." I crooned inanely.

It seemed hard to hold the camera steady, watching her delicately stroke herself.

"Hold it there, poised at the opening..." more serious now. I wanted no blur of movement. She grimaced and pursed her lips. "Stop? You mad? Two good frigs and I'll be cuming!"

"No temper tantrums now. Be professional!"

She pouted beautifully but obediently froze the fingers, tips poised at the coral pink mouth of her vagina. Flash.

"Give me some more… hold it." Flash. "Lovely".

"Now all the way… ooh yes." Flash. "Hold it…" Flash.

I stepped back, and studied her frozen, incredibly horny pose, finger deeply imbedded inside her arched body.

"Hold the pose... but lets see some expression… think about the biggest cock you've ever had…"

A dreamy look of rather intense physical pleasure convulsed her features. Truly a delight to behold. Flash. Flash. Flash.

We played around with the full gamut of erotic poses, but I insisted on at least one of each with a finger or two deep inside that delightedly cute pussy. So many girls pose for photos. They will insert vibrators, plastic toys and even root vegetable to their pouting pussies and assholes… but all too rarely a simple, erotic, finger or three. My knowledge of lesbian sex come form hard-core photography… do they never finger each other?

It was an intensely exiting session, and we both grew increasingly horny. I let her go twice, photographing her in the throes of a self induced orgasm. Wet thighs, swollen lips and glistening fingers. God she was beautiful.

My own rampant state could finally no longer be ignored. It was not easy, and I had to stop several times to let the imminent crisis of orgasm pass. She found it all hilarious and made little effort to help. I took a series of orals, lollipop licks, and the full series of a kiss on the glans to a breathless deep throat. Then her pussy, a similar series of pre, during and full length penetration from a variety of angles. She appeared to love every moment and claimed to find the whole process a total turn on. Having to hold a pose, my cock throbbing inside her while I tried to tease a series of facial expression out of her. She excelled at them all... most women do, I suspect. Innocence violated, satisfied temptress, lust fulfilled, bored slut or abandoned whore. She had them all.

The rear entry shots lead on rather naturally to the anal session.

I had her finger her tight, dark asshole, and photographed the loosening and lubrication. I had brought some jelly along for this very moment. I almost lost it again as my cock touched the hot opening. I ignored her amused taunting to let it happen, and her laughter at my attempts to cool my ardour. I managed to squeeze myself into her wonderfully tight opening, and managed to take a series of deeper and deeper penetrations. It was my turn to mock as she suddenly began to shake, and I felt her busy hand between her thighs, fingers at her pussy once again. My turn at mocking her lack of control did not last long as her sphincter tightened around me, her body jerking with her orgasm. No! I dropped the camera onto the bed, and gripped her slim waist, hands on her hips and was suddenly thrusting into her asshole with a frantic urgency.

"Oh... Oh… fuck… fuck… aaaah!" she grunted and gasped nosily, and I groaned in sympathy, spurting deep in her ass. I managed to keep hold of my reeling senses, and slapped a firm buttock.

"Keep still… hold it a moment" and groped around for the camera. Cursing my shaky hand I managed to frame my pale, embedded cock. Flash. I eased out of her slowly. Flash. Flash. And managed to capture her beautiful, cock loosened, well fucked, brown asshole, seeping the money shot smear of creamy cum.

It was nearly midnight. Another shower, a hurried tidy up and we checked out of the hotel - sorry, change of plans! The concierge gave us a very dirty look. I drove her home and watched from the car as she disappeared into her family's house. I sat there for nearly half an hour, not really being able to convince myself that it wasn't all just a fevered dream. I drove home slowly, and remember nothing of the journey. I let myself in and crept upstairs.

My partner stirred sleepily as I slipped in beside her.

"Good night?"

"So so… old mates - you know what its like."

The end.