Cumming All Over the World Pt. 02

"I understand," Tim said soothingly, "just remember that 'Daddy' will not be pleased if he discovers what I got you to do."

"What?" Amal asked innocently, "you mean the thing with your fingers?"

"Very funny," came the emotionless response, "just, maybe refrain from telling him my name tonight?"

"It couldn't be that bad could it?" Amal questioned, "Surely there are too many 'Tim Smiths' out there for him to figure out which one?"

"I'm the only 'Tim Smith' photographer this side of Oldham, so don't be too sure about that."

Uncertainty now filled the atmosphere between them, and Tim didn't quite know what to do about it.

"Coffee?" He asked, watching her sitting cross-legged on the floor before the queen-sized bed. He had to admit that, even in the cold light of morning he found her captivatingly beautiful. Her large breasts, her light brown stomach wasn't flat but there were also no signs of any imperfection, no belly rolls for her to obsess over. Her ass was the same, small yet large enough to grab, Amal seemed somehow to have escaped cellulite completely, a surprise as, while her body was hardly large, neither was it model-toned either.

"Please," Amal answered politely, although as she eyed up his own nude body, spotted his cock now rock hard and rigid, causing her to raise an eyebrow suggestively, "unless of course, I can convince you to give me something else?"

Grinning, Tim considered what to do. He desperately did want to fuck Amal again, but he also knew that his client this afternoon wasn't bringing anyone with them, so he needed to save his sperm for later, but he also didn't want to disappoint Amal...

A thought striking him, Tim clambered off the bed as alluringly as he could, which looked as elegant as an elephant attempting a corkscrew dive but was considered cute by Amal, and crawled on his hands and knees towards someone who made his heart beat faster just by being in his presence. Upon reaching her, he kissed her deeply, passionately, wantonly, but when she lay down from the pressure of his body upon hers he moved down, his lips grazing her skin as he moved towards his target.

"Oh," Amal moaned gently, "this seems much better than coffee..."

His lips passed her stomach, and Tim started to press rather than graze, making his lips jump slowly down her body until finally, teasingly, he reached his destination, his tongue quickly reaching out to flick against her large, pink clit. It was one of the largest he'd seen, but he had no problem with that, his tongue running over and around it as Amal gasped and moaned from the attention. She didn't speak, but one of her hands moved onto the back of Tim's hair, not pushing but holding, while the other started pulling at a nipple.

Not wanting to use his fingers, instead, Tim alternated between sucking on her clit and licking it swiftly and deftly, only briefly and randomly running his tongue down into her slit, causing Amal to buck gently. He could taste the latex of the condom, but through that, she tasted sweet, her juices running freely as she swiftly reached her climax, her first without the use of his cock.

"Oh, oh, oh, Al...!" As she came, her cunt flooded with juices and Tim had no time to consider who 'Al' was, especially as she was practically screaming wordlessly as Tim continued to lick and suck, it was only when she forcibly pushed his head away that she gasped, taking a break from her constant utterances of pleasure.

"Stop," she gasped, "I need a break, that was... Wooh! Yeah..."

Wiping his mouth dry, Tim couldn't help but grin as he knelt there on the carpet, itself not too shabby, but here was a literal princess sitting with her legs spread, her cunt sopping sitting on that same carpet. It was mad to think that this very same woman had, not ten minutes before, been on the phone with a man who was brother to the next Emir of Kuwait, that she was the niece of the next Emir of Kuwait and Tim had her juices still dripping off his chin.

As she lay there, Tim stood up, his cock still erect as he stood over her gasping from his exertions.

"Coffee was it?" He asked with a wink, before heading off to the kitchen, followed only by the laughing words, "You bastard!"

Returning with the coffee, Tim asked breezily;

"So, who was that Al you were crying about?"

Laughing, now sat on the edge of the bed, Amal grinned as she looked up at him, still nude about from the mug of coffee clutched to her chest.

"Oh, that," she said with an embarrassed grin, "well, I'm, as you might suppose, a fairly terrible Muslim, and in the same way you Westerners say 'God', I say 'Allah'. I was, rather distracted by what you were up to," she looked up at him, proudly defiant of both of them, "and almost said 'Allah', which, by the way, is incredibly offensive, so much so there's no way I would say it even when I'm off my head in bliss."

"Ah," Tim replied completely nonchalantly, "I wasn't bothered, I just wondered..."

Amal couldn't help but laugh at her lover's obvious lie.

"Bollocks," she grinned, "you were jealous!"

Standing briskly, her large breasts swung as she moved towards Tim until she stood before him.

"I think I love you," she whispered, "so much so, I want to stay during your next appointment."

Completely floored, Tim stared in surprise, not quite sure whether to focus on the declaration of love or the whole staying for the appointment.

"What do you mean? Stay?"

"As in," she spoke as she pressed her body against his "I stay with you, while you do your thing. Maybe even help you do your... thing."

"I don't need..."

Interrupting, Amal began kissing upon his neck.

"Just, please, let me help..."

That afternoon, Tim's next participant arrived, a forty-year-old Somalian called Lena, she immediately accepted that Amal was his assistant.

"If I be honest my sweet, I would have concerns if it were just you. This proves to me that you are on the up and up."

Lena was just above average height, but easily a good hundred and fifty kilograms, not that she seemed bothered.

"I was a skinny child, my sweet," Lena spoke cheerfully as she discussed a life brought up in a civil war, "from necessity, forced into starvation, but now I can eat whatever I want, and I do, and I am happy. My kids do not know starvation, and that makes me happy, but if I can do summat that stops others from suffering my same fate, I will."

Her story told, Lena finished the coffee she'd been offered and made her way to the 'studio.'

"What do you need sweetie, tits out, or just your girlfriend there to get you off?"

Blushing, Tim couldn't help but smile at Amal as she thrust her hands down his pants, but he didn't get the chance to answer.

"Tits out," Amal grinned, "but I'm going to wank him off onto you anyway."

"Sounds good to me!" Lena spoke in a voice that, in normal situations, would have led to Tim receiving a blowjob. Instead, Amal wanked and sucked on Tim's cock while Lena pushed her huge breasts up and talked dirty at them both, telling him what he could be doing to her, how much cum it would take to cover anything as large as her breasts. It was when Amal offered Tim's cock to Lena, whose mouth instantly devoured his seven-inch cock, that he felt his balls reach the inevitable end.

"Oh fuck!" Tim announced, pulling back from Lena's hungry mouth as Amal wanked Tim off desperately, pulling his foreskin hard as she enjoyed the feeling of it.

Amal had had a fair few partners of both genders, but she liked a cock that was au naturale. As Tim's fat cock began spurting cum over Lena's dark skin, most of it ending up on her face but a fair amount on her large breasts, she realised how much she loved watching him cum on other people.

"That's right," she purred as Tim's balls emptied over those fat, black tits, Lena grinning under the white she was painted in, "release them like you were filling me. Fucking my pussy like you have been, desperately, needingly, lovingly." Pushing his balls up as high as she could, she saw one last spurt, more powerful than his last, ending on Lena's face rather than her tits. "Cover her baby," she laughed, feeling happier than she'd considered she would as the man she had new, yet intense feelings for came over another woman.

Photos taken, Lena left happy that she had done something to help show others that women would not take the shit she'd suffered lying down any more. While Amal, having finished with Tim's balls, had begun to get ready for her dinner tonight. Tim lay on the bed of the apartment, quite happily chilling, knowing he had no appointments tomorrow.

"Maybe I should come with you tonight?" He asked somewhat brazenly. Amal, more realistically, called him a twat.

"As much as I would like that, Daddy wouldn't. If this is going to work, we take it slow. Maybe wait until you've finished the exhibition?"

"All I know," Tim spoke from his heart, "is that I love you too, and as much as I would like to meet him, my best mates are both coming down tomorrow, and I can only imagine what they would say, nevermind what your Father would say. Instead, let's enjoy what we've had and hope it's not too long until we can be together."

Neither of them quite knew how things would pan out, but if they had, they'd have probably considered something else.

The next night, having met Frank and Sam at the nearest tube station, they'd quickly dumped their bags at the flat before heading off to Covent Garden with plans to grab some dinner and then go watch a musical, depending upon whether they could get cheap tickets from a scalper.

Around midnight, they staggered through the front door, Pizza box in hand. They'd never made it as far as a theatre, instead spending their evening in the pub.

It had only taken Tim seven tries to get the key in the lock, and he was very pleased that he'd finally succeeded, partly because he was absolutely fucked, but also because he was desperate for a piss.

As he spent some time searching for the toilet, Sam and Frank slumped onto the sofa's, there beds for the night. They'd been amazed that Tim had been offered a whole goddamn flat in London for basically free, while also being interested in how far the project had moved forward from their initial discussions in the pub almost two years ago. Being nosy bastards, they picked up Tim's laptop and tried to login. However, they were easily beaten by the password screen.

"Tim!" Sam shouted, not being arsed to walk anywhere, "what's your laptop password?"

"Fuck off!" Tim shouted in response, "am not telling you! You'll only delete everything."

"What if," Frank asked more calmly as Tim walked back into the room zipping up his jeans, or at least, doing so on the fifth attempt, "what if you showed us three of your models? But all the pics, not just the 'final' one. Then we'll stop bugging you."

Sam looked up at Tim with a wide-eyed expression, one of hope and a bad attempt at guilting someone with puppy dog eyes, although in Sam's case a puppy dog that possibly needed drowning. Tim, however, considered it a decent compromise.

"Okay," he slurred, "but I'm picking the girls..."

As Tim focused hard on the screen, Tim and Frank looked wide-eyed at each other in anticipation. Surely there was going to be some wank-bank material in there somewhere?

"Okay," Tim spoke in what would have been a matter-of-fact manner if his eyes had been able to look in the same direction, "I've picked three. No complaining, no changing." With a few clicks, the image on his computer transferred over to his TV screen, and before the three of them, looking very prim and proper, was a short mousy looking girl, who Tim said was called Erica.

Short brown hair, thin faced and a thick pair of spectacles, Sam and Frank weren't immediately enthralled, but they were so sure the good stuff was coming, they chose patience. And patience they needed, as where she took off her coat, revealing a beige cardigan, everything else stayed on. There were a lot of photo's of her looking off-screen at, what Tim knew, to be him wanking to his phone.

"Is this it?" Sam grumbled, eliciting a shush from Frank and an attempt at a knowing grin from Tim.

"Just watch," Tim teased, moving the slideshow on.

To Sam and Franks relief, Tims cock never showed up in the photos, instead the first hint they had things were coming to a close was seeing Erica bite her lip in anticipation, her eyes fixed off-screen. The next photo showed globules of something heading towards her face, Erica seemingly looking shocked, but the next photo couldn't have been muckier if it had been covered in shit. Her mouth wide open, her tongue stuck out, the otherwise quiet, well behaved Erica looked absolutely desperate to taste the cum that was beginning to cover her face, her eyes were still fixated upon the source of the cum. Next, a huge amount landed on her tongue, the next photo showed her swallowing it, before the final photo showed her face, despite the amount that had disappeared down her gullet, still covered in cum, but smiling in way that she hadn't looked at the beginning. She was undoubtedly happy at the change in her appearance, from stiff, well-mannered librarian, to a horny, promiscuous young woman.

Despite their initial misgivings, both Sam and Frank accepted that, despite the slow start, it had ended very well, although Sam pushed Tim for something a bit raunchier for the next one.

The first photo for the second model started off perhaps even worse than the first, as it showed Jill sitting primly, wearing another bloody cardigan and looking as homely as a warm fire. The sort of person whose appearance screamed the word 'Mum!" Definitely Mum over MILF too, but the second photo showed her topless now, her breasts well sized despite obvious sagginess, with an obvious 'mum tum' from having kids, but the third photo showed her fully nude, hairy pussy and all, so even Sam was feeling positive. A few photos later and it had turned into an orgy, Jill sucking one cock off while wanking another, while Katherine, looking her seven months pregnant fingered herself in the background.

For the next few minutes, all three blokes watched engrossed as these two women, who normally they'd have considered as sexual as a bag of flour, were turned into premiere porn stars. When, finally, Jill ended with two lots of cum covering her stomach, breasts and, thankfully for Tim, her face, Sam and Frank were ecstatic over what they'd seen. But that turned when several images of Jill' friend Holly came on screen.

"Why the fuck isn't she naked?" Sam huffed, staring at a woman who could have been a model, having watched two mums get fucked instead, Holly's outfit showing off a cracking pair of tits, as well as an ass that filled the leggings perfectly.

"Because she's asexual," Tim spoke calmly, "and no one's forced into this. Only people who consent are involved, remember that concept, consent?"

Feeling a bit ashamed of himself, partly because he recognised he'd been a prick, and partly because he'd been shot down by someone as drunk as Tim, Sam immediately apologised.

"Sorry mate, it's just, she's so fit."

Sighing, Tim remembered that evening well, even better when he came over the lesbian couple. "Agreed, but don't mourn those who aren't involved, instead celebrate those who are." With that, he clicked on what he thought was Lena's folder, expecting the pictures of a topless, large black woman getting her tits absolutely covered in sperm, and left it to play as, standing carefully, he moved to the adjoining kitchen to get some water.

A pint of water later, enjoying the silence as his head seemed to return to normal, Tim looked across at the TV, amazed that both his friends had been so quiet watching it so far. He was amazed to see, rather than a massive pair of fat tits getting coated in cum, was his own cock, being wanked off onto the face of an attractive blonde as she fucked herself.

Fuck. Absolute fuck. He'd accidentally put on his first model rather than his most recent. Jessica, his benefactor and the reason he'd been able to get so far in the project, was now being shown completely nude, cumming hard on her own fingers.

"Ahhh..." The TV moaned, the sound of the orgasm hearable over the low volume, before she began wanking more purposefully on Tim's cock...

Desperately, he raced back to his laptop to change the video, but it was too late.

"I'm gonna..." He heard himself say, before his cock erupted with cum, covering Jess's body but mostly her face, before the video showed him taking photos, looking all poncey...

It was a moment later that Tim remembered to turn off the video, doing his best to ignore the stares of his friends, now suddenly feeling quite sober.

"I'm fairly sure we talked about this being professional and classy," Frank intoned with a gulp, "did things go... wrong?"

"Wrong?" Sam scoffed, "were you not watching? The real question is, did you not see who that was?"

"Well," Frank mumbled, "I'm sure it was Tim..."

"Not Tim you bellend!" Raising his voice, Sam looked at both of his friends in disbelief, "that was Jessica Falsworthy, one of Britain's leading business women. She owns countless businesses and regularly speaks up against toxic masculinity. How the fuck did you get her involved?"

Going bright red, looking around the flat that the very-same business woman had organised for him dirt-cheap, Tim didn't quite know how to answer.

"She was the first participant," he finally responded, looking at the ceiling as he did so, "and I convinced her by upping the projects feminist credentials. The... act," he stumbled over the words, "you just saw was her taking control of the situation."

"I think it's fair to say that's probably not what you meant to show us then?" Frank joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nope, not a chance," Sam dove in, keen and eager, "we're not brushing this under the carpet, this woman is so upper-class she's practically royalty. It's the closest Tim will ever getting to fucking a Princess, so no fucking way we're moving on."

To Tim's annoyance, his mouth moved before his brain could stop it.

"That's not actually true..."

If he'd thought his friends couldn't look any more shocked he was sadly mistaken, with Frank looking like someone had told him his childhood pet had died, while Sam appeared to be having an orgasm from happiness.

"Which one?" Sam again took no prisoners, immediately clutching onto the revelation, "Beatrice? Eugene? No, Kate! Meghan!" His voice became so high-pitched, Tim was certain that soon only dogs would be able to hear him.

"None of them," Tim waved his friends down, praying they didn't get too loud from surprise, "she's not from British royalty, and, due to accidentally destroying someone's privacy already, I don't think it's appropriate that I talk about Amal either..." Again, Tims brain cursed his mouth for once again being too fast to stop.

"Princess Amal," Sam practically cheered before grabbing his phone. To Tim's dismay, it turned out that he'd immediately begun a Google search, and started to fling out possible nationalities. "Princess Amal of Brunei?" He questioned.

"No," Tim snapped, "I'm not telling you."

"Princess Amalia of the Netherlands?" Sam continued, ignoring him.

"No!"

"What about Princess Amal of Kuwait?" Frank asked, having also been looking at the same time.

For once, Tims brain prevented his mouth from responding, but to his frustration this is what gave the game away, the lack of response as much of an answer as if he'd said yes.

"Fucking hell Tim," Sam breathed as he ran through the online searches, "she's fucking loaded."

"Her dad's the second youngest son of the Emir," Frank added, "and turns out he's also head of intelligence."

"You what?" Sam responded in terrified shock. "Head of Intelligence? He's like, head spy!"