The Sexy Birthday Gift
written by:
Jillbaby

THE SEXY BIRTHDAY GIFT

Copyright - © - 2016 by Jillbaby

I would explain to my regular readers this story is not about me as Jill but another woman we'll call Sarah.

Sarah.

This is about a former boyfriend called Ken. When it happened we had been together for about two months. That was a pretty long relationship for me since I usually changed boyfriends after a few weeks. It was strange, but I was gripped by a constant need to experience sex with someone new as if I was seeking the perfect relationship.

I did my best to keep our sex exciting and that included role-playing some of our fantasies. I often wonder just what a fantasy is. For some it may be a sexual activity that they would definitely like to do, if given the chance. For others it can be something daring and exciting, the idea of which arouses them, but something that they would never actually want to do in real life.

For me some fantasies can just be sexual imagery that is arousing, almost dreamlike in how it plays in my mind, The thoughts are often too vague and intimate for me to try to describe.

When Ken and I made love, we sometimes indulged in sex-talk to spice things up a little. Although I had no intentions of being unfaithful to Ken, I'm aware of a very common fantasy that most men have; the idea of another man fucking his wife or girlfriend. Accordingly, sometimes when we were in bed, I teased him with some dirty talk about that fantasy to aid his arousal.

One night when we started foreplay, I whispered the usual things about me and another man. As I stroked Ken's cock, I told him an episode that was imaginary but of course based on my real-life experiences.

I whispered huskily,

"With the tip of my tongue, I slowly licked his veined shaft. Starting at the base, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, and then tightened my lips around the spongy head."

I broke off to murmur,

"He loved that Ken..."

I paused to think for a second or two and then continued to describe the blowjob,

"Using my hands at last, I got hold of the thick base with my finger and thumb, and pulled down the wet silky skin until the foreskin was fully stretched. My lips then slid up and down the head quickly, giving it a real lip massage"

I felt Ken's cock stiffen even more in my fingers as I stroked it.

"Each time my lips gripped around the groove my tongue lashed the head and I tasted his leaking, sweet arousal fluids...mmmm...lovely.

He was really groaning...just like, you know...like you do. I gave him a few more quick hand movements and then took as much of his hot cock into my mouth as I could and rubbed the head against the inside of my cheek, the way you like, Ken. He bucked his hips at my mouth, as I felt his balls tighten even more..."

Ken had been stroking my breasts and pussy as I spoke and my story seemed to be working because his breathing had become labored and his erection was harder than ever. On an unspoken signal, I rolled over and got into the doggie position that we both like.

On that particular night, it was a week or so away from his birthday and I had been deciding what presents to get him. Like many men, Ken enjoyed looking at erotic photos of women. I had no problem with that, for as I said, we wanted each other to be happy. I have to be honest that I felt a little jealous of the beautiful naked women in the men's magazines. However, it wasn't a big deal for me.

As I felt Ken get in position between my legs, an idea came to me. What if I posed for a photographer for some really erotic photos for him to enjoy? Would he like that, I wondered and the naughty idea made me even hornier.

I felt the tip of his cock moving over my slit and with one smooth thrust, he was inside my sopping pussy. He must have been very excited for he felt bigger than usual. I could feel my pussy clenching around him as he began to thrust into me.

Ken was good in the doggie position and the power of his thrusts was making me dizzy. He seemed to be on better than usual form and I was sure that the images I had created in his mind with my story had helped.

Each thrust generated a wave of intense pleasure when combined with his fingering of my clit. I panted, gasped and heard myself begging him for more, as one of his hands reached forward to caress a breast,

"Oh my God...Ken...faster, faster...that's it...just like that...ohhhh...." Suddenly in the height of my passion, the idea of the photos took me over, and I continued the dirty talk between gasps,

"Would you like to see photos of a man fucking me like this...would you?"

Ken grunted, but I couldn't tell if it was a yes or a no. I went on,

"A photo of my pussy lips wrapped around someone else's dick...eh? That makes you want to cum doesn't it?"

Ken groaned, grabbed my hips and started to thrust even harder into me. I moaned and cried out as he slammed into me like a madman. My orgasm hit like a ton of bricks and as my pussy convulsed on his hard cock he started to blast his load into me. It was one of the best simultaneous orgasms that we had enjoyed for ages.

Finally we collapsed and lay in each other's arms.

"Whew! That was great...you were really on fire, tiger..." I told him.

We cuddled together and contentedly dropped off to sleep.

When I wakened the next morning, the idea of the gift of photos for him returned to me. In the cold light of day, I knew that having sex with another man was a non-starter. I had come to realize that it was just the idea of it that appealed to Ken and that he didn't want to share me.

However, the idea of getting erotic photos of me in simulated sex persisted in my mind. Why not, I thought.

I was pretty confident that Ken would like the idea, but I could see a snag. Ideally, it would be a surprise for him. But on the other hand, I was pretty sure that watching me posing for simulated sex would be a tremendous turn-on for him and add to his pleasure from the photos later.

I knew that he could take photos of me himself but couldn't include another man in them. Over breakfast, I nervously raised the possibility, watching him closely for his reaction. To my delight, he welcomed the suggestion,

"That would be wonderful, darling...what a lovely gift..." He paused. "But...I mean...are you sure you wouldn't mind doing that for me?"

I assured him that I would be fine so long as he was there with me, and excitedly we agreed to search for a suitable photographer.

After breakfast, I went up for a shower. As I soaped myself, I began to worry. Just how erotic and explicit would the photos be? I was very broadminded and sexually experienced but the idea of just posing for a stranger and letting him touch me seemed to bug me.

Then to my surprise, despite my doubts, I felt my body respond to the images of me posing naked before a stranger. My clit began to tingle, and I encouraged it with a soapy finger.

I always had a vague inclination to do a little exhibitionism. Occasionally I had obtained little thrills from wondering if my blouse was transparent in certain light, or if my skirt was a bit too short. But those were very minor compared to what I had in mind and yet the prospect was definitely making me horny.

The thought of the photographer seeing and even touching my pussy excited me and I found myself stroking my breasts and holding my nipples up to the caress of the fine jets from the shower. I was amazed at how turned-on I had become from the possibilities. My right hand found my firming clit and stroked around it as my heart raced with my arousal.

Concentrating on my pleasure, I jumped as I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to see Ken standing behind me. I hadn't heard his approach because of the noise of the shower.

"Need any help?" He enquired with a grin.

I felt my cheeks redden. Although I sometimes masturbated for him to watch, we hadn't done it for a while. A quick glance at his semi-hard cock told me that he had been watching me.

Ken stepped into the shower and turned me around to face him. I moaned as he rubbed my pointed nipples gently and they puckered and became even more erect. He bent to suck one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, licking around my erect nub in little circles. I held his head to me, moving him across from one breast to the other, pulling him tight, urging him to suck me harder.

"Ohhh..." he mumbled, nuzzling at my wet breasts.

Doing this in the shower was an unusually exciting departure for us. I wondered if the decision to go ahead with the photography was turning him on as well; it certainly seemed that way.

I raised my mouth to him and as water cascaded over us, we exchanged a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling. I lifted myself on tiptoe and pressed into him; squashing my breasts against his slippery chest, grinding my pelvis against him and running my fingers lovingly through the wet tangle of his hair.

He cupped his hands under my ass cheeks, bringing me hard against him, his fingers probing my anus from behind. I moaned softly and pressed down against his soapy finger until the tip just entered me. I hissed into his mouth,

"Oh, God, Ken, this is so good."

He reached up and turned off the shower. His fingers moved to play with my puffy pussy lips, sliding into my groove. Then he went down on his knees and kissed my belly, flicking his tongue into my neat little button. He kissed across to my hips, nibbling along the line of my hipbone. Then he worked his way up my body licking and kissing along the underside of my breasts.

My head was spinning at this wonderful burst of sexuality. Spreading my legs wide, I braced myself against the shower wall,

"Take me, Ken. Fuck me," I gasped.

He slid two fingers into my pussy and they penetrated the slick passage with ease. I writhed against them for a moment or two, and then he withdrew them. As I gasped with disappointment, Ken whispered,

"Not here...let's get on the bed."

His strong six-foot frame stooped as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed,

"God, you are so beautiful,' he whispered as he laid me down. "You'll look wonderful in the photos...I can't wait to see them."

I gloated happily; this was so romantic and sexy - and all because of my idea.

Ken was rock hard in my hand now. My pussy, my whole body was screaming out for cock. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My breasts were squashed against his chest and his cock was hot and hard against my wet pussy. Our mouths were locked together as I wriggled against him, rubbing my pussy around his cock, desperate to guide him inside me.

Then, in desperation, I sat up and straddled him, gazing into his eyes. This was a position that we enjoyed and added to our excitement. I reached behind for him until my fingers encircled the hot flesh. Slowly I lowered myself onto his cock, gasping gratefully as he stretched and filled me.

Ken reached for my breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples as I began to ride him greedily. When I bent forward and grabbed the headboard for leverage, my breasts swayed above his hungry mouth and he raised his head to suck my nipples. His hips bounced off the bed to meet my descending hips, driving his cock into me faster and deeper. My cries became louder and louder in time with the squeaking of the bed springs.

In that position he had easy access to my clit and his skilled fingers drove me on. To my delight I came at last - blessed relief. My juices flooded around his cock, as my cunt clenched and unclenched. I screamed repeatedly.

As soon as my spasms subsided, and my screams faded away, Ken rolled me over onto my back, his cock still embedded in me. He gripped my hips and continued to fuck me, as I clung to the headboard with outstretched arms. My breasts were bouncing with every impact and my head spun from the thorough fucking I was receiving.

My breasts swayed wildly beneath me as he drove into me ever harder, our skin slapping together loudly. Then at last he roared like a triumphant bull as his cock spurted hotly into me.

We lay still for ages, both no doubt marveling at the burst of fierce sexual arousal that had gripped us. We were accustomed to frequent fucking but that had been a great one. I was thinking about how the photography idea had excited us when Ken read my mind,

"Okay...let's find a photographer for you now," he chuckled, leaning over to kiss me.

After browsing the internet we eventually found a photographer that specialized in erotic work and was located a few miles away. Ken phoned him and after a discussion about what we wanted, we made an appointment.

In the next few days, I don't know which of us was more excited. Our sex life had become even hotter than usual, and I blessed the moment when I had thought of the idea.

I'm fortunate in that, having looked after myself, my body is trim and shapely. My breasts although of average size are firm and shapely. For the photography I treated myself to an expensive hairdressing appointment.

Occasionally I shaved my pussy, so this had to be one of those times. When I was finished I proudly showed Ken the results - hairless except for a neat one inch-wide ‘landing strip' running up my mound.

Ken's inspection led to me enjoying a very pleasurable licking. I loved the texture of his tongue on my shaved pussy lips and when he included his fingers in his attentions to my clit, he brought me to a lovely orgasm.

In consultation with Ken, I had spent ages wondering what to wear. At first I thought that the outer garments didn't matter, since he would want erotic poses in my underwear. But Ken reminded me that some women's positions while dressed can be very arousing for men, firing their imagination.

I browsed through my wardrobes and produced a short, black miniskirt. In addition to the length being scarcely enough to cover my shapely ass, it had four-inch slits up the sides. I very seldom wore it outside the house and used it for sexy evenings at home.

"Now that would be great with stockings and suspenders," Ken exclaimed enthusiastically.

I grimaced, remembering how uncomfortable a suspender belt and stockings can be. However, I also know that men love to see a bit of stocking top. I rummaged in a drawer and found a black lacy suspender belt and an unopened pack of black silky stockings. I had a pair of tiny black panties that I sometimes wore for our sex fun and Ken assured me that they were ideal for the photos.

I decided not to wear a bra and settled for a white close-fitting satiny top. It was sleeveless with spaghetti straps and a scooped neckline and sheer enough to show the outlines of my breasts.

We agreed that my black, sling-back pumps with four-inch heels would go nicely with the outfit. They were awkward to walk in, but I wouldn't be doing any walking on this occasion.

On the night before our appointment, I tried on my outfit for Ken and he gave a wolf-whistle and grabbed me. I had a job persuading him to let me take the clothes off before we fucked.

As Ken drove us to the photographer's I was caught between anticipation and dread. As we drew up I took a last look at my makeup in a mirror. I had gone for wet-look coral lipstick, with grey shadow around my blue eyes and a touch of black mascara on the lashes.

I had persuaded Ken to stop at a bar so that I could have some Dutch courage and I did feel better after a couple of large gin and tonics. Even so, my legs trembled as I clip-clopped on the stiletto heels to the photographer's entrance.

We were greeted by a receptionist and taken to a small waiting room. The photographer appeared and introduced himself as Tony. He looked to be in his fifties with greying hair and was wearing a blue denim work shirt and black jeans. He gallantly complimented me on my appearance and had a very pleasant manner as we chatted, quickly putting me at ease.

I had decided to leave it to Ken to suggest what poses he would like for the photos. We were led to the studio which was quite small but had big skylights that gave it an open, welcoming appearance. It was a beautiful day and the thin muslin drapes over the skylights diffused the sun to produce a pleasant glowing light.

I began to get nervous again. For some reason, Ken and I hadn't gone into detail about how explicit the photos should be. I had told him that since it was his gift, he should choose. Now I was beginning to regret my open-ended offer and hoped that I could go through with whatever was required of me. Tony seemed very nice and that would make it easier.

However, I had a surprise coming.

Another man came in and Tony introduced him as Carlo, his assistant. He explained that Carlo had been a male model but had decided to take up photography and was being trained by him. He added with a grin that if needed, Carlo was also able to use his modelling skills to appear in customers' photos.

Suddenly my initial concern that there was going to be another man present to see my nudity became mixed with arousal as I eyed the gorgeous newcomer. Carlo walked over to us with a lithe effortless grace like a dancer. He was in his mid-thirties I guessed - and a handsome devil. I could see why he had been a model.

He looked Italian or Spanish from his olive skin and neatly trimmed crisp black hair. Sculpted cheekbones and sensuous lips completed a very sexy appearance.

He was just under six feet and I eyed his slender but well-muscled arms, wide shoulders and flat stomach. He looked athletic in a tight white T-shirt and his khaki shorts revealed toned legs. Best of all, his flawless tan skin looked as sleek as chocolate cream and I suddenly had an urge to lick him all over.

I couldn't understand why the hell he had given up modelling.

I felt a sexual tingle as we shook hands and his warm, gentle grip lasted longer than necessary. His brown eyes crinkled in a smile, but searched mine carefully with a predatory interest. When he shook Ken's hand, he slapped him on the shoulder encouragingly,

"I'm sure we'll get some great shots of your lovely lady," he said with just a trace of accent.

Apart from a shelf containing various items of camera equipment, the studio was bare except for a black leather sofa and a large white screen for background purposes I supposed. Tony brought in a chair for Ken and he settled down to watch.

Tony and Carlo picked up cameras. To give me time to relax, I was encouraged to just wander around the room and strike any pose that came to me. The alcohol had given me a boost and with adrenaline flowing, I seemed to be functioning on erotic autopilot without any inhibition.

KEN

I gazed at Sarah, wondering how she was feeling at showing herself to the two men. I felt slightly guilty that the photos would be for my pleasure, but at the same time I was becoming aroused at the prospect of her exposing herself.

She looked stunningly sexy in her outfit. Her legs, exposed by the short skirt were shaped and tautened by the high heels. I could see the cameras pointing at the glimpses of stocking top revealed by the splits in her mini-skirt, and at the swell of her breasts when she bent forward. The thin spaghetti straps hugged her slender shoulders seductively and I felt my cock hardening as if I was watching someone else's woman.

I felt a surge of admiration as she moved gracefully around the studio, pausing to stretch lazily which drew up her skirt to reveal the curve of her ass. She would bend over with her back to us as if adjusting a shoe, revealing her panties pulled tightly into her cleft. Like a natural model, she leaned back against the screen, her hands in her hair and looking suggestively at the cameras. I noticed that her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, and I guessed that she was becoming aroused.

The poses accentuated her curves and the profile of her bust. When she stretched, a small strip of white skin was exposed between her top and the waist of her skirt, innocent enough but somehow made suggestive by her poses.

As the men continued to take shots, she arched her back against a wall, her hips projecting forward in a move that made her mound become prominent in the skin-tight skirt.

"These are great shots," Tony called to her, "you're a natural. How about sitting on the couch?"

Sarah staggered slightly on the stiletto heels and as she sprawled onto the couch, her skirt rode up her thighs. Her legs could part only a little in the tight skirt but she was showing her panties. It looked accidental, but I had a feeling that she was getting into the swing of things.

Now, leaning over and looking straight at the cameras, she eased one strap of her top down to show the upper half of a naked breast. I had a feeling that I was going to love the photos and I was really turned on. Whenever she looked over at me I gave an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up.

Then things began to heat up as she followed Tony's prompts. She was face down, raised up on her elbows, and most of her breasts were visible down the front of her top. When she wriggled her hips the skirt slid up almost to her waist and she draped one stocking-clad leg off the edge of the sofa.

Hell, she was really going to town as if it was just the two of us having fun at home. My cock went completely hard at the sexy pose. The white flesh above the lacy stocking tops led to the tiny gusset of her black panties. The outline of her pussy lips clearly showed and I reckoned that they must be swollen with arousal. If she hadn't been shaved, masses of pubes would have been visible. As it was, the edges of her outer lips could be seen.

As if sensing that she was ready, Tony issued his first sexual direction,

"Sit up and lean back... put your hand inside your panties and pretend to finger yourself."

I gasped; would she do it? I couldn't resist moving nearer to the action and saw how hard Sarah's nipples were through the soft material of her tight top.

I thought I heard her moan slightly and she looked directly at me as if her performance was only for me. With a determined look, she flattened her right hand, slid it along her rounded tummy and into her panties. Her skirt was just a rumpled bundle around her waist, adding to the sexy image.

The two cameras zoomed in quickly on her hand as it crept lower to her hidden pussy. The profile of her knuckles pressing outward against the stretchy material of her panties was clearly visible. Sarah sighed as her hand curved and moved in a clear indication of the gentle probing of her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and her other hand drifted up to fondle her breast through her top.

It was impossible for me to avoid responding to Sarah's sexy exploration of her pussy in front of the two cameramen and my erect cock was pressing desperately against my pants. I was pretty sure that she would be reacting also.

I didn't know what effect the photos would have on me; but her public posing alone was almost making me cum in my pants. As Sarah continued to move her hand within her panties, her hips began to make slight writhing movements and I knew that it wasn't acting. She suddenly opened her eyes to stare into mine and I received a jolt from the fierceness of the arousal burning in them.

When Tony whispered,

"Now... your breasts Sarah," her free hand slowly drew down one strap of her top, then the other.

I held my breath as, staring into the lens of first one camera and then the other; she pulled her top down ever so slowly, until both nipples popped into view. The dark brown, rubbery nubs were already erect, thrusting up firmly and proudly from their pink areolas. She gently ran the tips of her fingers around each one and gave a little sigh of delight.

Finally, with her eyes closed, and her fingers still working inside her panties, she pulled her top down around her waist, totally exposing her lovely breasts.

"Great...lovely...you're doing great..." Tony enthused.

Carlo was silent, but I thought I could see the outline of an erection in his shorts. Then Sarah slowly drew her hand out from her panties, and held up her fingers. We could see the wetness glistening on them. To my surprise, she smiled seductively at me and put them into her mouth. She held the pose, her cheeks drawn in as she sucked her fingers. God, I thought, she must be really turned on to be able to do that for the cameras. Of course, later she was to explain that as she posed, she had been seized by a compelling exhibitionism - a need to excite men with her body.

"Wonderful..." Tony called out and bent to whisper some more suggestions to her.

I held my breath as I wondered what she would be prepared to do next. Presumably following Tony's request, she peeled off her top and knelt sideways on the couch. She leaned forward down onto her forearms with her head turned to us and her buttocks stuck up invitingly.

In an automatic response the photographers and I moved to the side to get a view of her ass.

What an amazingly sexy sight she made. Her arched back displayed the lovely curves of her ass and hips. Her top and skirt were bundled around her waist and the slutty disarray seemed to add an extra erotic ingredient. In that position the tiny black panties were drawn tightly over her pussy and the bulge showed a clear outline of her pussy lips. Her sheer black stockings strained against the suspender belt as if threatening to break free and she still had on her black stilettos.

As the cameras closed in on her I knew that I would be jacking off many times to that photo of her.

Then without any prompting, she reached back with one hand and very slowly began to pull her panties down over her ass. The waistband came about halfway down her buttocks, exposing her rounded ass cheeks, but not quite revealing her pussy which lurked in the shadow between her thighs. Tony leaned over and whispered something to Sarah and she remained still for a moment as if thinking.

Then she reached behind her again and pulled her panties down her thighs exposing her pussy. As I hungrily peered around Tony's shoulders I could see how wet she was. Her cunt lips were coated with her juices and in the bright light, tiny beads of moisture gleamed at her slit.

Even in our sex games at home I had never felt so desperately aroused by her appearance - probably because of the frustration of not being able to plunge my rigid cock into her.

But she was to astound me even more.

Still supported on one forearm, she slid her other hand between her legs and slipped two curled fingers into her cunt.

And she was only supposed to be posing nude!

"Oh my God," I whispered under my breath.

I could clearly see the moisture escaping from her slit as two fingers worked frantically. It seemed to me that she had become totally carried away and was concentrating more on her pleasure than on posing.

It took every ounce of my will power to resist bending down and burying my tongue in her slutty oozing hole. Somehow having her panties halfway down her stockinged thighs made it even more erotic.

With short jerky movements she began to finger fuck herself. I could hear her panting and I wanted so badly to fuck her.

Sarah

At that moment it felt as if I was having an extremely sexy dream and just responding to the demands of my body. I felt an irresistible need to exhibit myself before the three men and it increased my normal arousal. I wanted to make them desperate to fuck me.

I've always had a very strong sex drive and previously I had done some crazy and risky things when I lost control of my sexuality. That was happening again. The arousal from my wanton display seemed to take me over completely and I felt delirious as my pussy creamed and my clit thrust from its hood. Also, it had been a few months since I had been with a man other than Ken and the usual excited rush that I get from a new lover was very powerful.

Then suddenly an awareness of what I was doing flashed into my conscience and I felt exposed and ashamed. Quickly I took my fingers from my pussy. I drew up my panties, sat up on the couch and pulled my skirt and top back into position.

I looked anxiously at Ken, but was relieved to see a smile of admiration at what I had done. I wasn't surprised to see that he had a hand over his groin, and guessed he was enjoying the show.

Tony looked a little put out by my sudden show of modesty and he moved quickly to recover the momentum,

"Well Sarah, that's been great so far...how do you and Ken feel about you having a few simulated scenes with Carlo to finish off?"

"I don't know..." I said hesitantly, turning to Ken for his reaction.

I was trying to appear reluctant but I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation of having the sexy guy close to my body.

"Actually, it would only be a few shots," Tony said. "Of course there wouldn't be any actual sex. It would just be simulated ...you and Carlo can just get on the couch and go through the motions and it would make realistic looking photos."

Carlo chimed in,

"I've done this before when modelling, and I know how far to go without actually penetrating the woman."

My gaze was drawn to Carlo's groin, and my eyes widened because his shorts were doing a poor job of disguising a fine erection. I looked to Ken for guidance and he nodded. That somehow gave me the excuse not to feel too guilty about my enjoyment; he had made the decision.

Taking my silence for consent, Tony smiled comfortingly,

"It will be fine...just follow Carlo's lead. As he said, he knows what he's doing. We've seen all your bits now...so there's no need to be embarrassed, Sarah."

Carlo put down his camera and walked confidently towards me as I stood up and swayed slightly on my stiletto heels. He touched my hips with his fingertips as his dark smouldering eyes looked into mine. All my senses seemed to be focused on his fingers and the innocent contact somehow felt sensual.

As Tony hovered besides us, Carlo leaned back slightly and his hips pushed against me. With a mixture of caution and arousal I could feel his erection against my lower belly. His hands were now on my hips, holding me to him.

"Let's pretend to kiss," he murmured.

God, in the state I was in, even his voice sounded sexy.

He took me in his arms and as our lips met I kept mine closed.

"Put your arms around me," he whispered as his warm hands caressed my bare arms and shoulders.

I put my arms around his shoulders and when his lips parted on mine, I responded. My response was automatic but I suppose I didn't try too hard to resist it. Then our tongues were meshing. Telling myself that this was still pretty innocent, I ran my hands over his muscular back and down to his taut butt.

We kissed, slowly and sensuously for a few seconds and then I regained my senses and drew away.

"Excellent..." Tony muttered, "Keep that up..."

I glanced across at Ken but his expression was difficult to read. Then I gasped as Carlo slowly pulled my top up over my breasts. Telling myself that this was only posing, I didn't resist and put up my arms to let him draw the garment off me. Tony moved in for a close-up of my aroused breasts.

Carlo moved to my skirt. As I stood motionless he undid the waistband, wriggled it over my hips, and let it fall to puddle around my shoes. As if in a dream I instinctively stepped out of it and stood in my damp panties, stockings, suspender belt and stilettos.

Carlo gently maneuvered me to the couch, sat me down and, still standing immediately in front of me, whipped of his shorts. In that position I was facing the big bulge of the hard-on in his underpants only a foot away from my face. I held my breath.

From the corner of my eye I saw Tony smile happily as he snapped a series of close-ups of my face gazing at Carlo's crotch. I think he knew that I was becoming more and more caught up in the action.

"Put your hands on his hips and move your open mouth forward..." Tony whispered.

He snapped away as I held the suggestive pose, my lips inches from the outline of his stiff cock. Then Carlo moved his hips and when the firm bulge touched my lips, I forced myself to lean away from it. Looking disappointed, he dropped to his knees before me and paused, awaiting instructions. I was pretty sure that his mind was more on fucking me than on getting good photos.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" Tony asked

Before I had a chance to answer, Carlo took my breasts in his hands and kissed a tingling nipple. The shock of delight seared along my spine as for a second my mind reluctantly questioned whether this came under the definition of simulated sex. Of course I ignored the doubt. Drifting into a submissive haze, I let him lay me back while his mouth and tongue kissed and licked my breasts. I knew that I was losing control but kept telling myself that all this was just for Ken and I hoped that it was arousing him too.

I closed my eyes and wallowed in the waves of sensual pleasure. In the absence of any protests, Carlo pressed home his advantage and trailed his warm wet tongue down my stomach. While it teased at my navel I jerked as a finger brushed my pussy through the panties. He was kneeling on the floor between my thighs with his body bent over so no one could see the contact of his finger, so that was certainly not for the camera.

With an extreme effort of will, I reached down and gripped his wrist, drawing his hand away. When he raised his mouth from my belly and leaned back, I released his wrist.

Tony spoke,

"We're nearly finished, Sarah. How about losing the panties and I take a quick couple of shots with you and Carlo looking as if you are going to get it on?"

When I remained silent, he looked at Ken who hesitated. I wasn't sure what he would decide but I knew that I wanted the sexy game to continue. When he nodded agreement Carlo immediately slid his hands under my butt and pulled my panties off. I couldn't restrain a groan of excitement as my pussy lay naked before him.

In seconds he had whipped off his boxers and his cock sprang into view, quivering against his flat belly. It was about average length and girth but the head was very large and a light shade of purple. I shivered as I imagined it pushing against the lips of my pussy. From that close range the veins in the shaft bulged and pulsed with life. I had to suppress an instinctive urge to touch it.

Under Tony's gentle persuasion I followed his instructions. While he took shots, Carlo and I faced each other in a kneeling position on the couch with his hands on my breasts. Ken moved nearer and smiled encouragingly although I thought his face was tense; either from concern or arousal. I was still feeling guilty at the sexual pleasure I was enjoying, since all this was really supposed to be for him.

Then Carlo took my right wrist and drew my hand down to his cock. I resisted and looked at Ken. Again he nodded and my fingers gripped the hot rubbery flesh. I bit my lip as there rippled through me the usual flash of sensual bliss I get when I feel the hard cock of a complete stranger.

"That's it...that's it...great...lovely..." Tony whispered.

He issued his next instructions and I had to release Carlo's pulsing dick. I was caught between relief and disappointment because I had been desperately fighting the urge to stroke the hot silky flesh.

The next pose was of me on my hands and knees in the doggie position with Carlo on his knees behind me. I felt embarrassed at the thought that my arousal juices would be trickling from my slit and I hoped they were not too obvious.

Carlo was instructed to put his face between my buttocks as if licking me. I felt the brush of his hair on my thighs as he got into position, his hands on my hips. I assumed that he would simply press his face against my buttocks for the camera, and I gave Ken a little secret smile, because the doggie is one of our favorite positions.

I couldn't believe it when a hot pointed tongue thrust at my pussy opening.

Instinctively I tried to pull away but my effort was blocked by Carlo's powerful grip of my hips. I closed my eyes in shock as the tongue lapped at my already swollen clit and I found myself helpless to resist.

What was worse - I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in my belly. No, no, I told myself. It would be totally humiliating to cum from what was supposed to be just posing. But crafty Carlo knew what he was doing.

My arms collapsed and I flopped forward onto my forearms with my face on the couch as he tongue-fucked me for several seconds and then again curled his tongue up over my pulsing clit.

Over the sound of blood pounding in my ears, I heard Tony telling Carlo to pose with his cock poised as if he was about to put it in me. I was so near - oh so close to cumming, when Carlo took his mouth away.

"Just there...a little nearer, Carlo..." Tony murmured.

I trembled as I felt Carlo's cock brush the inside of my thigh. Surely he wouldn't - surely he'll stop now, I told myself. But my slutty body was screaming for him to stick it right in.

As I began to panic I looked for Ken. He was standing by the side of the couch and when I reached up he bent and took my hand. Just then I felt Carlo ease the head of his cock just inside the grip of my pussy ring and pause.

My fingers tightened on Ken's hand as I gazed up at him. I wasn't sure what signals I was sending. Of course he couldn't see what was happening as Carlo crouched over me. I knew this had nothing to do with photography, because any penetration in this position wouldn't show on a photo. But I also knew that all I wanted right then was for Carlo's big hard cock to fuck me senseless.

If I made the slightest effort to push back he would sink into me. Somehow I managed to resist that, but was unable to force myself to pull away from the cock. Carlo must have taken that as an invitation. With a smooth movement of his hips he sheathed himself fully into me.

Oh fuck! What was I doing? I was holding my boyfriend's hand while another man had his cock in me. I was unable to question myself any further as the pleasure from the big stiff cock blasted through my eagerly gripping pussy. I released Ken's hand and sprawled with my face against the back of the couch, my fingers digging into the soft fabric. It was now obvious what was happening and I expected Ken to call a halt to things. But as Carlo glided in and out of me, I no longer had time to wonder about what Ken was thinking. Utterly wrapped up in my selfish pleasure, I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the voluptuous joy of the steady fucking I was receiving.

I didn't even bother to wonder if the fuck was being photographed.

Carlo was doing me smoothly and calmly like the stud he seemed to be. He maintained that steady rhythm that is so important for a woman's pleasure, and that many men don't bother to use. In and out the hard cock surged, sending waves of delight through my pussy.

My mind was in turmoil as my orgasm built steadily. I was so near but I usually need my clit stroked to achieve orgasm and my moans took on a note of frustration as I floated tantalizingly on the brink.

Then I had a surprise. Perhaps wanting to prove how good a stud he was, Carlo reached down and stroked my swollen clit. The sudden contact was like an electric shock and there was no build-up to my fierce orgasm. My eyes opened wide in a sightless stare as it exploded and rippled through me from my toes to the very tips of my fingers. I shrieked; a single piercing sound as if I was in pain instead of ecstasy.

Perhaps because of all the prolonged arousal and excitement leading up to the fuck, like very lengthy foreplay, the orgasm rolled on as Carlo fucked me. Repeated milliseconds of pleasure hit me each time my pussy spasmed and gripped around the hard cock. I moaned softly as I shook and quivered.

Just as my orgasm faded, I was aware of Carlo abruptly withdrawing his cock. Seconds later I felt a warm spatter on my lower back and knew that it could only be his cum. I wondered if Tony was taking a photo of it.

Then I felt my back being cleaned with some kind of cloth. My body went limp and I rolled over onto my side basking in the sweet afterglow of a wonderful fuck and orgasm.

Of course all good things come to an end, and I began to feel the inevitable doubt and shame. What a slut I had been. I was reluctant to open my eyes and return to reality. What on earth would Ken think? I was certain that the idea of me fucking other men was only the kind of fantasy that wasn't meant for real life. But why hadn't he stop me?

Whatever he was feeling, Ken didn't show it, apart from looking a little grim-faced. After stroking my head for a moment or two he eased me up and helped me to dress. I must have been lying in a stupor for a while because there was no sign of Carlo or Tony.

I looked at Ken searchingly, "Sorry...sorry about that...I just, you know..."

"Shush..." Ken put a finger to my lips and kissed me on the forehead, "Don't worry...we didn't know that was going to happen. And just think of the wonderful photos we'll have."

I reckoned that he had mixed feelings about the event but was making the best of it. When I smiled thankfully, he grinned,

"Who knows...you might enjoy looking at photos of yourself in action...you hottie!"

Although I laughed at the notion, little did I know how right he was.

We received the photos on a disk a few days later, and he downloaded them to his laptop. They were certainly beautifully done and I was sure he jacked-off to them, especially when he was away on business. I was glad. That had been the whole idea.

However, the photos had an unexpected effect on our lives. Like most women I'm not usually very turned on by explicit porn images. But one day when Ken was out I found myself syncing our PC to his laptop and looking at the images of Carlo fucking me. Before I knew it, my hand was in my panties and I was fingering myself madly. When I reached the image of Carlo's big glistening cock slipping from my slick pussy and spurting creamy semen over my back, I came with a delightful shudder.

I enjoyed it so much that I started to do that whenever he was away. The photos also got me thinking about all the previous lovers I had. Then it gradually dawned on me that I wasn't really satisfied or happy with having sex only with Ken. I had to get back to my previous life of being free to have sex with whoever I fancied and a regular change of partners.

Ken had told me that he could never agree to a sexually open relationship and I had no intentions of being secretly unfaithful to him. I tried to shrug of my unhappiness for a week or two but it persisted. I knew that we had to part. Although we got on well, we had never really been in love and it had just been a cozy arrangement.

I told him about my decision and he didn't seem too upset. He explained that my fuck with Carlo had got him thinking of all the other men I had been with, something he had previously tried to avoid. It had made him wonder when I would be tempted to fuck someone when he was away. So it was just as well for us to part, he said.

So in an amicable way we parted but we have remained friends and even get together for an occasional fuck.

I think I'll always remember the birthday gift that didn't work out as expected. Me and my bright ideas!

THE END

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