Photo Shoot with Charlie

She greeted me at the door in bare feet, wearing nothing but a robe. Her name was Charlie. She was probably in her upper 40's with blonde, curly, curly hair that came down to her shoulders. There didn't seem to be an inch of it that wasn't part of a curl. Her eyes were hazel. Her body was a little flabby, like most women in their 40's, but she was still a very attractive woman. I bet her web site got a lot of hits.

She explained she had just gotten out of the shower and was about to get ready for the photo shoot. I asked if I could see some of her other shoots so I would have an idea what to shoot. She led me to her computer and said she thought there was some kind of program for viewing pictures but she wasn't sure where it was or how it worked. I found a slide show program and the folders with her previous shoots. As she leaned over me to look at some of the photos I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was an exotic fragrance and quite nice. She then left to get ready while I started through the folders. Generally, her updates started with her clothed and then had her undressing. She would do various poses. There were also close-up shots of her ass, chest and pussy. In one update there was another man who she fellated. I wondered if this was a friend of hers or someone Liz brought over. He looked pretty happy to be there.

After a few minutes she appeared at the door and said she was ready. She was wearing just a low cut white bra and white thong panties. We went into the room where the camera was. There was a table, plush rug and a big brown leather chair.

The first shots were of her leaning against the table. She then slipped one bra strap off to expose the breast. Next she slipped the other strap off and then removed the bra altogether. She had full breasts that were just slightly floppy and that showed no tan line. After that she turned around and slipped the panties halfway down her ass. She dropped them all the way and bent over to expose her nice, round ass and just a hint of her hairy cunt. Finally she turned around, sat on the desk and brought one foot up to fully expose her pussy. I got a few tight shots of it. After these shots she got on her knees on the rug and produced a flesh-colored dildo. She held it to her mouth and smiled at the camera. Through the viewfinder I saw her eyes go to my crotch. When she saw me shift uneasily, she smiled and put her tongue out to lick the dildo. She then proceeded to suck on it for a while. Then she lay down on the rug and held the dildo to her pussy. She teased her pussy with it and then, looking straight at me again, inserted the dildo into her cunt. She worked it in and out for awhile as I got close-up shots of her pussy and also her face. I don't know if she was acting or not, but her face expressed someone deeply enjoying masturbating themself.

When I told her I had over 70 pictures she said that would be enough. She came over to me without bothering to put her underwear back on or try to cover up.

"Thank you for helping me with this," she said. "I would like to pay you something for your trouble."

"Oh, you don't have to pay me," I said. "It was my pleasure to do it."

"What if I paid you in trade?" she asked.

"In trade?"

"Like this." She removed my t-shirt. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

Between kisses she told me:

"You know...doing a...photo shoot...like this... always makes me...very horny...Especially when...the photographer...is so...handsome...Let's go...to the...rug."

I undressed and followed her to where the rug was laid out. She motioned for me to lie down and she got on top of me. She began to move back and forth, arousing my cock with her hairy twat as she pressed it against me. Her tits felt so good against my chest.

"Ooh, yeah," she purred. "That's nice."

She brought her face close to mine and looked deep into my eyes. Her long blonde hair hung down and shut out my vision to the sides. All I could see in the world was her face and her beautiful curly hair.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, darling?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

She smiled and moved down to my crotch. She spit on it to lubricate it, then took it into her mouth. Very slowly and sensually she worked her mouth on and around it. When I looked down all I could see was her blonde head in my crotch.

"Do you like it slow, sugar?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered again.

She savored my cock like one would savor a rich, succulent dessert. After what seemed like a half hour she stopped and sat up.

"What now, baby?" she asked. "Do you want me to ride you?"

Again I whispered a "yes."

She sat down on my raging hard-on, taking it easily into her wet pussy. I reached up and grabbed her large, full breasts as she began to buck back and forth. She put her hands over mine as I squeezed and massaged her tits. I rolled her nipples between thumb and finger and she began to purr in pleasure. I thrust up in unison with the bucking of her hips as she rode me. Her eyes were closed. Her head was back and she continued to moan in ecstasy.

After several minutes she shifted position to lay on top of me. She buried her face in my neck and began to nuzzle it as I thrust into her. I could feel the cum filling my sack as our lovemaking got hotter. I slowed down my thrusts in order to hold off as long as I could. I wanted to feel and hear her orgasm before I shot my load.

I put my hands on her ass and began to massage it. With the middle finger of my right hand I explored her ass crack, working the finger in search of her ass hole. When I reached it I began to rub it, around and around. I could tell she was getting very turned on by this. Her breath was coming in gasps and her moans were getting longer and deeper.

When I felt I was about to explode myself, I worked the end of my finger into her anus. With a deep, loud groan she began to orgasm, convulsing over and over. That did it. My load shot deep into her pussy. I kept pushing while I squeezed every drop of cum out of my cock into her moist wetness.

When we both finished, she collapsed on me and lay there for several minutes.

"That was so damn good, darling," she said. "I may not let you leave until Monday morning."

"That's OK. I don't have any place I have to be before Monday morning," I answered.