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Brandi and I seemed to be a perfect fit. My hobby is photography; she is an exhibitionist. Connecting our interests resulted in the obvious. We made amateur sex pictures. Some might call our photographic treasures art, others pornographic. Let’s say they are a little of both. We met at a rock concert. It was some long forgotten local band playing on a warm October evening in a park outside of Charlotte. Brandi was hot, and it wasn’t due to the weather. She wore tight short shorts with an ass sexier than anything found in a Victoria Secret catalogue. Her cum-on-me tits were covered with just enough to make it legal. In other words, she wore a slightly undersized bikini top displaying most of her wholesome breasts. Brandi attracted me and much of the male population of North Carolina! As I said, she is an exhibitionist, and she shamelessly admitted that she always liked being a showoff. There was another thing about Brandi. She had an innocent looking face like that of a sixteen year old girl. She was neither innocent nor sixteen. Luck was on my side that night. She noticed me smoking something with a distinctive aroma and asked if I would share. Of course I would share. The sharing turned into us hooking up for the night. Brandi was just as hot in bed as she looked at the concert. She didn’t hold back. Sex was full throttle from beginning to end. We dated for the next month. I suggested she move in with me. Brandi was okay with that. What was there not to like? I had a nice apartment and drove a Porsche 911. We started living together just before Thanksgiving. She worked as a nurse. I am a vice-president at one of the brokerage firms. We spent a lot of our time fucking like rabbits. During that time, Brandi made sure I came inside that tight pussy of hers. She loved the feeling of spunk gushing inside her vagina. She said it felt comfy warm, slippery, and super sexy. I asked how it would feel if I sprayed her face. Brandi said she hadn’t tried it, but thought about it. We didn’t wait long to give it a trial run. She was on her knees and I stood as she gave me a glorious deep throat. When I shot my load, it painted her face in white. Brandi said the warmth was lovely, but the burning in her eyes turned her off. We went back to inseminating her juicy cunt. It never occurred to me at the time, that she was more interested in my bank account kolej escort than my physical attributes. Anyway, we were a couple. I was intoxicated with her beauty, along with her uninhibited sexual appetite. The idea of photographing her came naturally. I took pictures of her everywhere we went. They were taken in our apartment cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace; at a restaurant eating BBQ ribs with sauce all over her face; petting a cub bear at the zoo; the gory wound after an accident riding bikes, and just about everywhere else. She thought I was obsessive. I thought she was extraordinary. Our more erotic pictures were simple low profile poses of Brandi wearing a skimpy string bikini and sexy negligees. Around Christmas, she suggested a semi-nude photo of her dressed in a Santa suit, but with one of her tits showing. We took a series of Santa pictures and posted them on the Internet because Brandi said her blog needed to be “spiced up a bit.” The response was overwhelming. Her followers wanted to see more. They didn’t mean more of Santa. They wanted more of Brandi’s body, and she was happy to comply. We decided to take another series but make the nudity subtle. Brandi sat cross legged in bed wearing her flannel pajamas with most of the buttons undone. Just a little bit of a nipple showed in each pose. Her Internet ‘friends’ went wild. They demanded more. Next was a group of photographs with her looking in a full length mirror. She wore an exotic transparent negligee. The pictures were backlit so there was only a hint of her naked body, yet unmistakable evidence of her feminine assets. Her enthusiastic fan base multiplied like snowflakes in a winter storm with requests for more, even accompanied by suggestions. Brandi and I decided to use some of those suggestions and turn up the heat. We took a drive in the country to a Civil War cemetery to do a more erotic shoot. She wore denim cutoffs, a tank top with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps. It draped over her breasts and went not much further. She left her bra and panties at home. Pictures of her just sitting on a park bench were as sexy as hell, but we had more in mind for this set of pictures. The cemetery was deserted and the lighting was perfect for her next pose. I had her open her shorts and slightly spread her legs revealing just sihhiye escort bayan a hint of her shaved pussy. It was difficult being a photographer without ravaging the model. After a few of those, she pulled down her cutoffs to just above her knees and knelt on the bench with her back to me. With Brandi kneeling over, she revealed her tight ass and the backside of her pussy. I couldn’t resist that pose and the dimples just above her ass cheeks. I dropped my camera and my pants. In an instant, I had my cock plunging in and out of that beautiful love tunnel until a torrent of cum filled her insides. She said, “Hey, I thought we were here to take pictures.” “We are,” I said, “but only technically. I was overcome with your sexy ass. I had to have you.” “Okay, I have to admit, it was a pleasant surprise.” We took some pictures of her leaning over to pick flowers. Of course they were basically boob shots because her tits hung down easily visible inside her flimsy top. Later we found a perfect grave where she pulled her tank top above her tits and leaned them over a tombstone. Her beautiful rack hung over the tombstone in a tantalizing manner that must have had the soldier turning over in his grave. That night, we made love like never before. It was more than two people fucking. We were in a serene state of mind, a trance, as if being high on a passion drug. Like a deep romantic French kiss, each thrust was deeper and harder as if to say, “This is my heart, my soul, my ever lasting love.” I exploded inside her like a fireworks finale on the Fourth of July. Every pulse, each spurt, every eruption of ejaculation that I pumped into her reaffirmed the message of love. Brandi sensed the night was different. When I had finished with my hard dick still buried inside her, She said, “You seem different tonight. You feel so much harder and fuller. I can’t believe how powerfully you came tonight. Harold, do you love me?” “More than all the stars in the heavens,” I answered. “That’s beautiful, Harold. I’ve never heard anyone say that to me before,” she said. I was a breath away from giving up my bachelorhood and asking her to marry me. Fortunately, my Ego overcame my Id, saying it was much too impulsive. Maybe a better time would be when I wasn’t so concupiscent. I decided to ask her at dinner later in the week. The Escort sincan next day our cemetery series was posted bringing more raves from the Internet. The only occasional disagreements Brandi and I had was when she left me for a couple of days. She would do this at the beginning of each month like clock work. Brandi never explained where she was going and why. I begged her to tell me what was going on. She usually said, “Harold, it’s none of your business.” I didn’t pry into it further in order to keep the peace. We didn’t do more pictures for the next several weeks. Nothing seemed appealing until Brandi asked, “Can you take some pictures of the two of us together?” I thought about it and said, “Sure, we could try. I’ve got a remote for the camera, and we could set the camera on a tripod.” So, at first we took a group of pictures of us in various state of dress and undress. Brandi wanted us sitting on the couch naked. Her idea was to have my cock flaccid, then in different states of arousal. That wasn’t too hard to accomplish. Those first scenes quickly evolved into her giving me a blow job followed by her managing the remote while I had my head between her legs. She had such a lovely pink button to suck, and it always became plump and inflamed when it got the proper attention. Then we setup the camera in the bedroom with the two of us fucking. Other than a few close ups of my cock deep in her pussy, the hard part was getting good angles. So in the end, none of those pictures were added to her blog. They really weren’t that good. This is when things took a dramatic turn and changed our relationship forever. Brandi said, “Harold, do your remember that guy, Wayne, who sent me his picture on my blog?” “Not really,” I said rather annoyed. “He keeps wanting to join us for a threesome. Actually, he’s kinda good looking. I’m not ready for a threesome, but maybe you can take better pictures if I was with Wayne instead of that tripod thing you use with us.” At first, I was totally opposed and upset that she would suggest having me photograph her with another guy. “Are you kidding? No way!” I screamed. She just said, “Calm down and think about it. It’s only one guy, and we don’t ever have to see him again. Hey, it’s just a casual fuck. You’ve done it, and I’ve done it.” I thought Brandi was high on something when she first suggested the idea, but Brandi continued to nag me over the next week telling me how much fun and exciting it would be for the two of us. I kept thinking how jealous I’d be seeing a stranger fuck my girlfriend. Brandi said it was just for the photography, not a permanent relationship. In the second week I relented.
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