Photoshooting and porn

My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman
who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited
from my grandmother. The house is a large Victorian
style almost big enough to be considered a mansion,
located in the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. My
dearly departed grandmother used it as a winter home
to get away from the frigid, icy conditions of West
Chicago. It was an escape for her – a way to get
around the demanding Chicago winter.

I moved into the house six months ago. The first
thing I did was to move out my grandmother’s old
things. I would not stereotype her as being old
fashioned, but my dearly departed 87 year-old
grandmother and a 26 year-old granddaughter do not
exactly share the same interior decorating ideas.
Out went the tiny 14-inch television set to be
replaced with a big screen. Away went the porcelain
bathtub, replaced with a modern shower so I could
stop washing my hair in the kitchen sink. And I
certainly had to get rid of her old phonograph
player. I mean, who listens to records any more in
the age of the CD?

I live in the house as a single woman who has never
been married nor do I have any immediate plans to get
married – or at least there is no one special in my
life right now. It is not because I am ugly or
because I have anything against men; it’s just that I
can’t find the right guy. I actually like men very
much and I really enjoy the sex, but my relationships
never last. As soon as a guy gets me into bed a few
times, he starts to change and then leaves me for
someone else. Men conquer me as though I am a prize
filly, and then toss me aside for another.

The problem is my boobs. They’re too big. I am a
short Hispanic woman with a large set of tits, and I
know it is my boobs that initially draw men to me. A
guy will notice the bulge in my blouse as I sit at
the bar or he passes by me at work. I can tell what
they really want by the way their eyes inevitably
roam down to my chest or glance at my cleavage. Men
often look at me as though they are trying to imagine
what is under my clothing, picturing me in a bra or
perhaps in the nude. As they politely hold the door
open for me to pass through, I know they are actually
imagining their hands wrapped around my ample melons
instead. Men try to capture me like I am some sort
of rare object they need to add to their collections.

It starts simple at first. The guy will set a subtle
trap with his words and actions. He will say nice
things and will act very polite. He might compliment
me on what I am wearing for the evening or maybe take
me to an expensive restaurant to show off his bank
account. Basically, he starts out treating me like
royalty.

I never let a guy to have his way at the start. I am
not an easy girl. I was raised proper and will not
allow a man to take me to bed on the first date; or
even the second or usually the third. Despite his
best efforts, I will force him to wait until we at
least get to know each other. And if I don’t like
what I see, I may not allow him to take me at all.

Eventually, after I go out with a guy a few times and
I conclude there is a potential for something between
us, I’ll go to bed with him.

The sex is always really good at first. Men seem to
like the extra excitement a big pair of tits adds to
the sexual experience, as though my boobs take their
immediate attention away from my pussy. As a
consequence, the foreplay lasts a long time and the
excitement really builds. Men have a fun time
squeezing my melons and teasing on my big nipples,
and I like it too. The experience really gets them
aroused and ready to fuck by the time we finally get
around to doing it.

The problem starts after we have sex a few times.
Some hold out longer than others. One guy may wait
until he gets me in the sack a few times while
another will be more interested in trying out a
couple different positions. But inevitably, they all
turn out the same. After the guy discovers what it
feels like to lift the weight of my big tits in his
hands or pucker up to my inflated nipples, the
novelty begins to wear off. He doesn’t complement me
as much and refuses to take me to nice places (except
when he can show me off to his buddies). He begins
to treat me more like a bimbo, like an object rather
than a person. At the same time, he no longer works
as hard at hiding his own faults. His true
personality begins to show through the facade. Most
of the time the guy turns out to be a real jerk.

The sex is always good, but after awhile I get tired
of it. One guy after another! It is always the
same. I wish I could meet a man who would take me
for who I truly am. That’s what made it all the more
frustrating when the tables were turned.

As I said, I live in an old house that I inherited
from my Grandmother. It is a large Victorian house
that is really much too big for me. Along with the
house, my grandmother also left me some money. In
fact, she left me quite a bit of money. It wasn’t a
fortune, but it was enough to quit my job as a
secretary and pursue a dream I had since childhood.
I was always quite good at drawing and wanted to be
an artist. I didn’t expect to become a famous
artist, but it was what I liked. I had always hoped
that I was at least good enough to perhaps teach it
to others some day.

I tried to pursue my dream out of High School, but
with no success. I enrolled myself in a private
liberal arts school for two years in attempt to try
it, but I soon discovered it was a waist of time.
There isn’t much money in being an artist, and the
tuition bills were beginning to mount. Even the most
famous painters in history- Michelangelo, Salvador
Dali, and a lot of others lived in poverty for much
of their lives. Ironically, most of the most famous
artists did not become famous until after they died.

It took me two years, but finally I came to my senses
and decided to be more practical. I dropped out of
school to get a real job. My dream had to put on the
back burner, left sizzling as a hobby as I pursued
more practical matters on the front burners.

I got a chance to change things after my grandmother
died and she left me most of the inheritance. I was
her favorite, as she always said, and now I got to
reap the rewards. Despite the high electric bills
for the poorly insulated house in the summer and the
constant need for maintenance of the old house all
year round, I owned the place free-and-clear. And
there are not many 26-year olds who can say they own
a house without a mortgage. Furthermore, I had
enough cash left over from the inheritance to buy a
nice compliment of stocks, bonds, and a rather
healthy savings account. It was enough so I could
quit my job and pursue my childhood dream.

I began my adventure by turning the downstairs
sunroom into a studio. I now spend most of my days
doing sketches, drawings, and the occasional
painting. My primary specialty is pencil and chalk
drawings. I am also pretty good with cartoon figures
and once tried to start a little cartoon column in
the local paper. It only went on for five weeks,
though, until the Mayor didn’t like my particular
rendering of his likeness.

Brush painting with colors is still difficult for me,
although that is where most of the money lies. I
notice most shoppers at the weekend art shows seem to
want large, color landscape scenes. They want
paintings to put over their fireplace mantels. Some
are willing to spend thousands of dollars for one,
even from an unknown artist! I’ve tried the big time
myself, but I prefer the black-and-white medium. The
most I ever made for a drawing was $200.00, which I
guess means I am talented but far from famous.

I began with landscape scenes, drawings pictures of
seagulls flying across the beach or the structure of
an interesting buildings in town, but lately I moved
on to the more difficult subject of the human form.
For this, I needed models; so I started hiring models
and made a number of figures. It was strange at
first. I mean, it felt strange to have another
person standing in my living room as I transferred
their image to the canvas, but I gradually got used
to it. Most of the models were art students
themselves and therefore understood my passion. Most
were also female because I didn’t want some strange
guy looking back at my bulging chest. One model in
particular, Lisa, eventually became a good friend of
mine. She gave me many compliments and said she
liked my work – and she didn’t say it just to humor
me or because she was being paid. She came over many
times for free just so she could learn some of my
techniques. We even exchanged places a few times and
she drew me instead. I have to sadly admit, though,
she was not very talented herself.

My first drawings of the human form were of the face
and upper limbs. I found it difficult in the
beginning. It was hard to properly capture the
subtle color change in the fleshtones of the human
form, but my eyes were gradually able to pick out the
details. The more I practiced, the better I became.
It was as though the circuits between my eyes and
fingertips slowly started developing in my brain.

My first drawings were all of clothed models, but as
any good artist will tell you, it is more important
to paint the nude form. I knew this all along and
really wanted to paint a nude model, but was too
embarrassed to ask. I would never pose nude myself,
and I therefore didn’t think it proper to ask someone
else to do it for me. Besides, I figured models
would ask for a lot more money to pose nude.

I didn’t draw a nude until Lisa made an offer to pose
herself. “Why not?” She questioned with reason.
“It’s art! It’s not slut.”

I agreed and we went ahead. Lisa posed nude for me
in my sunroom.

I must admit, it felt strange having a nude woman
lying down in the couch in my house. But like
before, I gradually got used to it. I soon went into
a trance and could ignore the fact she was nude. I
drew for the shear pleasure of drawing the human form
and capturing all the sulitaries of the human muscle
structure. Lisa later talked some of her friends
into posing nude for me also, and I found that I
really enjoyed it. My work visibly improved.

“Now you should try a man,” Lisa told me one day.
“Forget about painting woman all the time! You
should try experimenting with the more dramatic and
corrosive muscle structure of a man.”

“In the nude?” I questioned back. “I don’t think so!
It would feel too awkward.”

“Why not?” Lisa asked back. “You’re a professional
and I know a few male models who are also
professional. You should expand your experience. I
think it would improve your talents.”

So far, all my nudes were female, except for the time
when one of my old boyfriends allowed me to draw him,
but the drawing was now in ashes. I burned it right
after he suggested a threesome with one of his old
girlfriends.

Still, Lisa had a point. It would be a real
challenge to do a drawing of a nude male. I thought
about it a long time. After a few more proddings by
Lisa, I finally gave in.

The next afternoon the phone rang with a prospect.
“Hello,” I answered.

“Hello. I’m a friend of Lisa and I’m calling about a
modeling job. She said you were looking for an
undraped male model.”

“Yes,” I choked. Undraped in the language of an
artist meant nude. I wasn’t quite sure how to
respond to a man offering to pose nude for me.

“Am I speaking to the right person?”

“Oh yes,” I came to my senses. “I’m Linda. Lisa
told me she would give out my number, but I wasn’t
expecting a response to soon.”

“Sorry!” He graciously apologized. “I can call back
later if you want.”

“No, that’s fine,” I felt like she was tripping over
my own words. “That’s fine. The sooner the better,
I guess.”

The line was silent for several seconds.

“Um, what do you pay?” He finally took the
initiative.

I hadn’t thought about pay yet. Most models earn
near minimum wage. Undraped female models usually
wanted a little more, and I figured a guy would want
even better pay. “Fifteen dollars an hour,” I took a
wild guess and then added the single word “undraped”
under my breath.

“That’s fine!” He accepted enthusiastically.

By the tone of his voice I realized my estimate was
too high, but it didn’t matter. I had the money and
could always lower for the next time – if there was a
next time.

Then I thought about what I was doing and realized I
forgot to ask him any questions. I felt stupid. I
was practically offering him a job without knowing
anything about him.

“I know you are a friend of Lisa and you are probably
acceptable,” I told him. “But could you tell me
about yourself? I mean, do you have any previous
modeling experience?”

“Oh yes, quite a bit over the last two years. It
helps pay for tuition.”

“You are a student then? What’s your major?”

“At the moment, undeclared,” He answered almost
shamefully. “I came in under a soccer scholarship
and play on the football and baseball teams, and I am
still taking classes in several areas to search for
what I really want. I met Lisa in one of my art
classes.”

It sounded as though he was a real athlete. Linda
liked that, for it meant he probably had well toned
muscles that would add to her experience. She also
had a momentary thought about how exciting it would
be to see him in the nude, but she quickly dismissed
it. This is art, not slut, she reminded herself.

“What kind of modeling experience do you have?” She
quickly forced her mind to look in different
direction.

“Commercial photography and posing for artist like
yourself. An ad agency first picked me off the
street. They said I had the perfect face for one of
their layouts. I’ve been doing modeling ever since
and I really like it. It’s one of the few jobs where
I can fit around classes and soccer practice.”

He sounded pleasant enough and already had some
experience. His mention of an add agency picking him
off the street started me thinking that he probably
had a very handsome face. It looked as if Lisa
picked out the perfect candidate.

“You’re hired,” I offered him the job. “When are you
available?”

“Tuesday and Thursday mornings are best for me. I
don’t have any classes until the afternoon on those
days. And I’m an early riser.”

I laughed. “I’m afraid I am not an early riser
myself. How does 9:00 AM sound?”

“Sounds good! I’ll be there.”

“By the way, my name’s Linda.” I suddenly realized
I hadn’t given him my name yet.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Roberto.”

I gave him my address and we finished the call.

* * * *

Tuesday morning was hot and humid. Roberto arrived
at about a quarter to nine. I opened the front door
and was pleasantly surprised.

Roberto was young and finely muscled. He wore shorts
and a tank top that nicely displayed his large biceps
and muscular chest. I should of known what to
expect, but I pushed it out of my mind instead. A
guy going to school on a sports scholarship would
naturally be well built and muscular. He was a fine
specimen of a man and looked perfect to practice and
fine-tune my drawing skills. I couldn’t help but
think he was also a fine specimen for a girl to do
many other things with as well.

“Morning, I’m Roberto,” He greeted at the door,
interrupting my pleasant thoughts.

I couldn’t help but fantasy what he would look like
without the shorts and tank top to get in the way,
and then suddenly realized I would. This male body
was going to pose for me in the nude! I couldn’t
believe it.

“I take it, you’re Linda?” He questioned.

I came back to my senses and tried to put the picture
of his nude body out of my mind. “Oh yes! You have
the right house.”

We shook hands. I noticed his grasp was hard and
raspy. His hands were callused. He almost crushed
my tiny fingers.

I invited him in and walked him back to the sunroom
where I had my studio set up. Right away he showed
interest in my drawings that I had stuck up around
the studio walls. “These are great!” he said
enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” I replied, not really sure if he really
meant it or not.

“Wow, you really understand the human body! You
show great promise.”

I figured he was just bullshitting, brow noosing like
a will oiled politician, but I appreciated the
compliment anyway.

We talked for about ten minutes before getting
started. I asked him a few questions about school,
and he asked me a few questions about my work. He
seemed intelligent and was a good conversationalist.
He mentioned something about a chemistry lab he had
to finish up after lunch. He didn’t sound like the
typical jock.

I was a little scarred of him at first. He was a big
guy, especially compared to my small stature. I
think my eyes only came up to his chest. He looked
to be nearly six feet tall and probably weighed in at
about 220 lbs. – and there wasn’t much in the way of
fat on his body. It looked as though he did a lot of
weightlifting to keep himself healthy.

He made me feel nervous. There were butterflies in
my tummy, making me feel as though I was about to
give a speech in front of a large audience. I tried
to hide it. I didn’t want him to know that he was my
first male nude model, even though Lisa may have told
him anyway. I don’t know if he noticed it or not.

His words slowly put me to rest. I would have
preferred to talk to him a lot more, but he said he
needed to finish up by 11:30. He suggested we get
started, so I pointed to a folding screen in the
corner of the room that Lisa liked to use. It seemed
strange at the time, to offer an area for privacy to
a guy who was about to take off all his cloths, but
it seemed like the pilot thing to do.

Roberto disappeared behind the screen to re-emerged
two minutes later wearing a plain silk robe. I
continued talking the whole time, telling him the
poses were up to him. I think the talking helped me
to relax.

“I first want to get accustomed to drawing your
form,” I told him. “I have nothing special in mind.
I figured a couple of ten to fifteen minute drawings
each. You can decide on the poses and when to
change,” I offered. “If you find a pose too much of
a strain, just change.”

“OK.”

I saw him in the robe and he looked even better. The
knowledge of the lack of clothing underneath began to
get me excited.

“You can stand or there is a couch and stool,” I
spoke to get it out of my mind.

Then he did it. He simply nodded and removed his
robe. He undressed like it was nothing out of the
ordinary.

I liked what I saw! He had long, muscular legs and a
tight backside. His physic was excellent. And best
of all, he looked like he was rather well hung! I
tried not to look too close, but his dick looked to
be a little longer than what I considered average.

For the first drawing, he simply sat on the arm of
the couch and leaned back. He faced me at an angle
and gave me a profile, which made his dick look even
bigger. I started drawing just to keep my eyes off
it, but it remained very impressive and I couldn’t
stop looking down at the thing. I began to fantasize
what it would look like when it was proud and erect.
And the more I looked at it, the more I started
realizing how big he was. He was definitely more
than the average six incher. This one was at least
seven; maybe even eight or nine. Occasionally it
seemed to swell slightly, but I think this was only
my imagination.

His next pose was standing with his back towards me
and his face looking over his shoulders. I could no
longer see his dick, but I was almost just as excited
by his ass. It was taut yet fluid, clenching
beautifully whenever he moved one of his legs. I
found my breathing becoming increasingly hard. My
heart was beating faster.

For the third pose he again faced me, this time lying
down on his side on the couch. This made his dick
look even bigger. To my surprise, it was the sexiest
pose yet. Instead of staying between his legs, his
organ fell to the side. It extended out from the
middle of his body and pointed downward, almost long
enough to touch the fabric of the couch. I was in
shock. Clearly, this was no ordinary male organ.
Roberto had a monster. He had a real whopper of a
cock.

At 10:00, I decided we both needed a short break, I
think me more than him. He wrapped himself in his
robe, grabbed a water bottle from his bag and stepped
out into the courtyard. Meanwhile, I tried to regain
my composure as I looked at the three drawings I did
so far. They weren’t very good, but I didn’t care.
It was difficult to draw with your hands shaking and
your heart beating like crazy. I was still as
excited and light-headed when he returned.

It was time for a few longer poses where I could get
into additional detail. I asked him to do a sitting
pose first. He graciously took off his robe and did
what he was told, just like a proper servant would do
for his master. As soon as I saw him in his full
frontal nudity, I suddenly had this crazy, erotic
idea go through my head. I thought about really
being a master with Roberto as my real servant. It
would be fantastic if I could order him to do
whatever I wanted, but I tried to put the idea out of
my mind. The idea was too erotic to consider.

I began again. I started with my fourth drawing of
Roberto. This was the first drawing where I drew his
dick. I started with his face and upper torso, and
then moved down to his waist and his big organ in the
middle. I had never drawn a man’s dick before and
found it very exhilarating. I couldn’t help but want
to draw it in the erect position, extended up into
the air an incredibly long distance, like half the
way up to his chest. Needless to say, it was
difficult to keep my concentration.

For the last drawing, I asked him to do a semi-
reclining pose. I liked it when he lay on his side
before but thought it too awkward to draw him twice
in the same position. So I tried to get as close as
possible, asking him to sit up against one arm of the
couch at an angle. He did so, but he did not quite
understand what I wanted. I really wanted his left
leg to be a little further over the side and a little
more bent. He started to move his leg in the wrong
direction, so I instinctively reached out. As I did,
my hand lightly touched the inside of his thigh and
brushed against his dick. I did not try to touch him
on purpose. It was an accident – or at least it
wasn’t a conscious accident. As far as my
unconscious was concerned, perhaps it was going for
it the whole time. In any case, the touch of his
dick sent a quivering thrill through my arm, like an
electric shock. At exactly the same moment, his dick
jumped to life.

Embarrassed but excited, I stepped back, cleared my
throat and said “Yes that’ll be fine, I think.”

I realized I was smiling, and then noticed Roberto
look up at me and smile too. Our eyes met. I think
he knew what I was thinking. The heart inside my
chest began to pound like crazy and my hands began to
shake, but I tried to ignore it. I went back to the
canvas and began painting.

Then I noticed Roberto’s organ jerk upwards again.
It seemed to be starting to get aroused and inflated
a little bit more. The heart inside my chest beat
even faster. The image of his erect cock again
formed in my mind.

There was no doubt about it. He really was a very
well endowed young man. He became a little harder
but ignored it. He didn’t seem to notice, so I tried
to ignore it too. It was impossible, of course, so I
tried to at least act as though I didn’t notice it
and kept drawing. I kept drawing because I didn’t
know what else to do.

I wanted to see it erect so bad I was almost willing
to go up and adjust his legs again, but it soon
stopped. It reached a plateau, and then began to
soften again. Gradually, after about a minute or so,
his cock started to go back to normal. I began to
come off my plateau at the same time.

It made me disappointed, but I was not surprised. It
would have been nice to see it inflate some more, but
I was happy with what I already saw. I think he had
inflated his dick to only half-size, but it was
enough to make it about five inches long. Clearly,
his cock had much further to go and it was already at
the size of a normal man. In comparison to other
male organs I’ve seen, Roberto was very impressive is
size. He had to have a ten-inch cock and it looked
plenty wide too.

Unfortunately, 11 o’clock came all too quickly. The
two hours were up and I was feeling disappointed. I
wanted to reach out and move his leg again. I wanted
to brush my arm against his penis once more and see
it inflate a second time, but that would have been
too forward. I was not a slut, although I have to
admit that I was starting to get very hot and horny.

“I didn’t realize it was so late!” He said with
surprise after I told him that we were done. “But I
suppose it’s kind of hard to tell the time when you
don’t wear a watch; or anything else for that
matter.”

I paid him the $60.00 and asked when he could come
back.

“Thursday morning, if you would like?” He replied.

“Excellent!” I said with glee. “I would really like
to start again with some more drawings. I think we
got off to a very good start.”

Roberto smiled at me and then went behind the screen
to put his cloths back on again. A wave of
disappointment came over me as I saw his ass
disappear behind the screen.

Second Session

I couldn’t wait for Thursday morning to come around.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I
became. Two full days of waiting almost killed me.
The first night I had erotic dreams about him. The
following night I had trouble sleeping because I was
so anxious. Roberto made me more aroused than any
other man I ever met before, and I hardly knew him.
We never even went out on a date or had a meaningful
conversation. He was nearly a stranger, yet I still
wanted him.

Of course, I knew the reason for the attraction. It
was his cock. I never met a man with such a big cock
before. I desperately wanted to see him naked and to
draw him one more time. I also wanted to see how big
he really was.

The idea came to me during the first drawing session,
while he was still in the room. It entered my mind
as I was doing my last drawing; right after he became
partially erect. It was a very naughty idea. At the
time, I pushed it to the back of my mind. It was one
of those thoughts you naturally put aside, but I
couldn’t help but think about it a lot more since
then. Now, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

The idea was obvious. If I wanted to see how big
Roberto really was, I needed to get him aroused. And
if I wanted to get him aroused, I had to show him my
boobs.

I knew I could do it because I often did it
unintentionally. It happened mostly to young teenage
boys. I would be wearing a low cut blouse and
accidentally bend over in front of them. Or
sometimes it happened just by wearing something tight
across my chest. It was as if they had never seen a
girl with such a big chest before. I would notice
the front of their pants begin to swell and be able
to tell what was happening inside.

The thought of doing the same thing to Roberto sent a
hot wave of excitement through my body. Instead of
seeing the outline of his excitement through his
pants, I would be able to witness the real thing.
And instead of seeing a normal hard-on, I would be
able to see an eight or perhaps even a ten incher.
All I had to do was wear a tight blouse with a low
neckline. I just had to expose my cleavage and show
him a hint of tit. And if that didn’t work, I could
bend over in front of him or maybe could brush up
against his dick like before. It was almost too
exciting to think about.

The idea was wicked and naughty, I knew, but I
couldn’t help it. It made me excited just to think
about it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if my
intentions were too obvious. I wore a tight blouse
and a very short pair of shorts. The blouse was old
and well worn, the kind you hide in the bottom of the
dresser out of fear of accidentally forgetting you
have it on while opening the front door to a dirty
old salesman. The neckline came down in a deep,
plunging style, displaying the upper portion of my
swelling breasts and several inches of cleavage. It
was white in color and fit rather tightly across my
chest, enough to give Roberto a nice view of the
outline of the bra underneath. In the right
conditions – like maybe in the bright sunlight of the
backyard – it would be nearly transparent and he
would be able to see my full cleavage. I had
intended to give the blouse away to goodwill or some
other charity some day, but never quite got around to
it.

As I looked at myself, I wondered if it might be too
much. I worried that Roberto might guess my
intentions and decide not to model for me. After
all, he was an art student and understood that sex
and the art of drawing a nude model were two very
different subjects. He might think I was some dirty
old woman. He could simply walk out on me.

But then I remembered the smile he wore with his
partial erection. He didn’t seem to mind showing off
to me before. He actually looked as though he rather
enjoyed it. I hoped he would enjoy it again. I
looked at myself closer.

The blouse left little to the imagination. He would
easily be able to see the size of my chest. I
purposely wore a conservative, full button down
blouse during the first drawing session out of the
embarrassment of drawing a nude man. I’m sure he was
able to see that I had large breasts by the size of
my large buldge, but he was not able to see the
slightest hint of boob. This time was just the
opposite. The blouse wasn’t only small, but it was
also well worn after too many washings. One of the
seams on the shoulder already was coming apart. The
rest of them looked like they were about split open.
In fact, it looked like if I took a deep breath it
might set off an explosion. Every seam on the blouse
might suddenly fail all at once, blasting it into a
dozen strips of shrapnel and leaving me in only a
bra.

To complete the ensemble, I decided to also wear my
shortest pair of shorts. I am a short girl with
short legs, so I do not have sexy long legs. But I
wanted to show them off as much as possible. I
therefore picked out a tight set of shorts, tight
enough to display the outline of my ass. They also
had a slit up the side to show a hint of skin along
my thigh. The shorts were not nearly as sexy as the
blouse, but then I didn’t have long and sexy legs
anyway. It would have to do.

The doorbell rang.

I jumped and felt a moment of hesitation. Maybe I
should wait for a few more drawings sessions, I
thought to myself. Maybe I should wait until I at
least get to know the guy. But I couldn’t wait. Two
days were bad enough. I couldn’t wait an entire
week. Even if he turned around and walked out on me,
it was worth it I might be able to rescue the
situation by telling him that I didn’t realize what I
was wearing. It was just some old thing I liked to
wear around the house. Luckily, the weather was
cooperating and it was a hot and humid day.
Considering the temperature, it would not be unusual
for a woman to wear such an outfit around the house.

The doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath and
walked out of the bedroom. I was still hesitant, but
I went to open the door anyway.

I could see it in Roberto’s eyes as soon as he saw
me. He starred. His eyes seemed to almost bulge out
of his skull. I noticed them pointing directly down
to my chest.

“Hi Roberto!” I attempted to break his lock on me.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, but I was out back doing
some spring cleaning. It sure is hot outside.”

“It sure is!” He answered with his eyes still on my
chest.

“I know you have classes, so why don’t we get started
right away?” I let him back to the sunroom.

“Do you want to start from where we left off
yesterday?” He seemed to break out of his trance as
soon as I turned around.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” I offered. “I
would like to get some more poses of you laying on
your side.”

Roberto went behind the folding screen as I got out
my pencils and easel.

I couldn’t believe my luck! He noticed my chest yet
didn’t turn to leave. He came right in the front
door despite my near nudity. I think I maybe even
excited him already. I wondered if his cock was
already growing. I hoped it was! I could easily
imagine him walking around from the back of the
screen with an erection pointed up at attention from
between his legs.

Roberto came out from behind the screen. He did not
take long to undress. He soon stood before me with
only a robe around his body.

I, at the same time, stood with my nearly transparent
blouse and shorts around my own body. I knew he was
able to see the outline of my bra cups underneath. I
knew he was able to make out my ample cleavage.

“Do you want me to start out on the couch?” He asked.

“That would be fine,” I accepted. “Just lay down
naturally, similar to Tuesday. I’d like a simple
drawing first, just to get myself in the mood.”

Roberto hesitated for a moment, and then bared
himself once more.

I was disappointed. He was flaccid, and he remained
flaccid. Apparently, he was able to take his
attention away from my sparsely clad body and big
boobs. Or else – and I didn’t even want to think
about this – but maybe he was gay. It would be just
my luck! I find I guy with an eight incher, and he
turns out to be gay. It was certainly possible, I
knew. There always seemed to be a rather large
number of gay artists. I never understood exactly
why, but certainly hoped it wasn’t true of Roberto.

There was also the possibility he just had sex. I
didn’t know if he had a girlfriend. I also didn’t
know how sexually active he was. Given his size, I
suspected he both had a steady girlfriend and a few
“friends” on the side. His last sexual encounter may
have been only an hour ago, in which case my sexy
blouse was a waist of time. It was difficult to know
and I couldn’t just come right out and ask him.
There was nothing I could do but worry about it.

I started to draw. If he did just have sex, my only
alternative was to start drawing with what I had It
was a consequence I had to live with.

It still felt very exciting to draw him, even in his
flaccid state. I purposely asked him to lie on his
side so I could again see his dick lying across his
thigh. I think it was his sexiest pose yet. I loved
the way his dong practically touched the fabric of
the couch. I had a good time drawing it. I made
sure I captured every detail.

No matter what the cause, he stayed flaccid for the
twenty-five minutes or so, until I finished the first
pose. I desperately hoped his last opportunity for
sex was at least the night before. Even better, I
hoped he didn’t have any since the weekend.

We didn’t talk much at first. I think I was too
anxious to talk. I was also quite tired because I
hadn’t slept well the previous night.

The second pose was of Roberto sitting on the stool.
He sat down and looked to the side. I mostly notice
his dick almost disappear between his legs. “Could
you maybe,” I started ask, but then stopped.

“Could I what?” He questioned.

I wasn’t sure how to say what I wanted. “Could you
maybe, well, just open your legs just a tad.”

To my surprise, he did not object and nicely opened
his legs for me. And he didn’t just open them a tad,
but actually opened them quite wide. He allowed me
to see his full glory in the center. I distinctly
noticed the tip of his dick lying against the hard
surface of the stool.

“That’s perfect!” I happily accepted. “Hold it just
like that!” His cock was on full display. I could
see everything.

During this second drawing, we started a
conversation. He asked me about how many drawings I
had sold, and I told him that I didn’t keep track.
It was now somewhere around 60 or 80 I guessed.

The conversation gradually turned to music and
concerts we recently attended. It turned out that
both of us like the same kind of music, new age,
although his tastes were somewhat more rounded and he
also liked classical.

The conversation then turned to our social life, and
he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I answered him
truthfully and told him there was no one I was seeing
at the time, and then I asked him about a girlfriend.

To my delight, Roberto said he didn’t have anyone
either. There was a girl who he was very serious
about, but they broke up about a month before. He
also said he was still affected by the breakup and
hadn’t dated since.

I felt a little sorry for him, but couldn’t help but
feel ecstatic at the same time. A month! I kept
thinking to myself. Assuming he was being honest
with me, which might be a big assumption, he was
without sex for a month. I also felt sorry for the
poor girl who could no longer enjoy his big dong.

Getting a little bolder for the third pose, I asked
Roberto if he would again sit facing me, but this
time if he could face me with his arms behind his
back.

“Do you want me to keep my legs spread open?”

I tried to be professional, but found it difficult to
think about anything but his cock. “I guess so,” I
shrugged my shoulders. “Why not?”

I think he spread his legs apart even further.

“Just wait!” I couldn’t help myself. “How about
moving your body slightly to the side, but keep your
face pointed directly at me?”

Getting even bolder, I walked up and placed my hand
on his knee. At the same time, I made sure to bend
over so my cleavage stuck out right in front of his
face. I pushed on his knee and turned him slightly
to the right. Then, thinking I had nothing to loose,
I placed my left hand on his right knee.

I pushed on it and suddenly realized what I was
doing. I had Roberto’s knees in my hands, one in
each hand, and I was spreading his legs open wide.

“That’s perfect!” I quickly let his leg go. “I hope
the pose doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” He answered. “I feel a bit stretched,
but I’m fine.”

I walked back to the easel and quickly began drawing.
He was perfect. From the side, I could see
everything. He was turned slightly to the right now,
which meant I had a good view of the length of his
dick. I also had an excellent view of his nut sack.
It sat on the hard surface of the table and was
pushed upward, almost as though he was showing off
his balls. I noticed even his nuts were big,
although I wasn’t sure. I never paid much attention
to a man’s nuts before. I’ve always been much more
interested in their shafts.

I began drawing and thought I noticed it begin to
inflate. I wasn’t sure, but quickly took advantage
of the situation and went down to draw it. I began
the drawing of his dick.

It definitely was a little longer than before, but
not by much. It was about the same as when I saw it
two days ago. I think my cleavage did it to him, or
perhaps it was my hands spreading open his legs. In
either case, Roberto didn’t seem to notice. He
simply sat on the stool as though nothing was out of
the ordinary.

I began to get more and more horny. I wanted to see
more. I wanted to be able to draw him long, hard,
and erect. And then I realized, why not? Roberto
couldn’t see the front of the canvas. I could use my
imagination and he would never know the difference.
I would just have to stop when I was done and throw
the canvas to the side, saying I made a mistake.

It was exciting. I never drew a hard cock before,
but it was easy to do in my aroused state. I think I
exaggerated it even more than it really was. I drew
it to be about a foot long and plenty wide too. My
drawing was of a thick, long piece of male tube
steak.

Roberto continued sitting on the stool in the bare,
unaware what I was doing behind the canvas. After
five minutes I decided I had enough and took down the
canvas, but I still wanted to see some more.

“This isn’t working!” I spoke with disgust, making
sure he couldn’t see the drawing as I removed the
paper and rolled it up. “I don’t quite have you
right.”

I figured I had nothing to loose and walked up to him
again. I did like the last time, bending down
directly in front of his face and placing my hands on
his knees. I first pulled his knees together and
closed his legs.

“No, that’s not right either!” I critiqued the pose
and then pushed his legs apart again. This time, I
made certain I remained leaned over him for several
seconds. He had a long time to eye my bountiful
cleavage.

“Look up at me,” I told him. “And now look down just
a tad.” I made sure his eyes were directly focused
on the opening of my blouse. He had no choice but to
stair directly at my tits.

“Now keep your eyes on me,” I spoke as I walked
backwards towards the canvas. I realized I had
partially hidden myself behind the canvas before,
which might explain his still flaccid state. This
time, I made sure my body was more visible. I stood
to the left and made sure he had a direct view of the
two big bulges in my chest.

“Keep your eyes pointed up in this direction,” I made
sure he could see. “And keep those knees open.”

I immediately noticed it. It was partially inflated,
just like it was two days before. I noticed the tip
of his cock was now lifted up off the seat of the
stool. I think it was even more inflated than
before. It was close to five inches long.

“That’s perfect!” I began drawing it with earnest.

Then it grew bigger. The tip lifted up off the stool
some more and it grew to about six inches in length.
I couldn’t believe it! He was the same length of
most men, and yet he was still relatively flaccid. I
wondered if had exaggerated enough in my last
drawing.

“Oh, that’s very good!” I edged him on. “Keep going!
Just a little bit more.”

And he did! His cock continued to elongate I
stopped drawing to watch it, but kept my hand up to
the canvas to make it look as though I was still
drawing.

Before I knew it, Roberto was seven inches long and
still growing! His shaft began to rise up from
between his legs. It now pointed straight out.

And even more incredible, Roberto didn’t seem to
notice. He simply stayed seated and looked up at me
with a blank expression on his face. For a moment, I
wondered if had forgotten his nakedness. After all,
he wasn’t looking down at himself. Maybe he thinks
everything is still normal!

It almost jumped up to nine inches. “Oh my God!” I
had to say out loud. I know that he heard me, but he
still didn’t react. He knew what was happening, but
his control was unbelievable. He just kept getting
harder and harder, and longer and longer.

I think my words made him get hard even faster. His
shaft lifted up some more and inflated to about a ten
inch length. It now looked to be just about fully
erect. It looked rock hard and incredibly long. I
wasn’t sure, but I think he was at a full erection.
I waited for a few seconds longer just to make sure,
but he only grew slightly. I suddenly realized I was
drawing a male model with a full erection.

I wasn’t sure, but I think Roberto nearly had a ten
incher. It was almost twice as long as any man I
ever saw before. But even with a full erection, he
acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I
think this made it even more arousing for me. Here
is a man with a ten-inch cock standing in my house,
and he was acting as though nothing is wrong!

I couldn’t believe my luck. Although I had planned
the whole thing, I thought to myself, why waste this
opportunity?

So, I started to draw his erect cock with urgent
fury. “Yes, hold it right there,” I told him, and he
did.

“How is the drawing going?” He asked as I drew the
mushroom tip of his big cock.

“Fine,” I forced myself to answer. “It’s going just
fine. Just putting on a few finishing touches.”

I drew in a few lines of shading to catch the
fullness his mushroomed cock-head, and then told him
I was done. Roberto immediately got up and went over
to the couch.

“How would you like me to pose next?” He asked as he
lay down. “How about this?” He laid down on the
couch in a very provocative pose, with one leg up the
side of the couch and the other dangling off the end.
In the center stood his magnificent erection,
standing upright and tall at attention. Roberto gave
me a clear, unencumbered view of his size. He looked
even longer now when I could see it from the side.

“That’s perfect,” I answered as I quickly began
drawing again. This time, I started with his cock.
I began drawing his cock and balls, and the small
area around his waist. I did not bother with his
face or other bodily features. The only thing I was
interested in was his sexual instrument.

I never realized how exciting it would be to draw a
man’s dick, especially a big man. As I looked at it
to gather the details, I noticed he was starting to
cumm. “That’s very nice,” I had to compliment.

A line of wet pre-cumm traveled down from the tip of
his cock to his stomach. I decided to include it
into the drawing.

Incredibly, he stayed hard the entire time. It was
now going on twenty minutes. He remained at an
erection the entire time, even though no one touched
or physically stimulated him in any way. I knew the
only stimulation he was receiving was through my
chest and the rest of my body. I wondered what kind
of fantasies he was imagining about my body to keep
himself hard. Is he squeezing my big tits? I asked
myself. Or is he now imagining himself fucking me? I
wondered, as I thought about it myself. All my past
boyfriends were normal sized. I never had more than
six inches inside me before. I thought about
Roberto’s cock and wondered what it would be like to
have such a big shaft pushed up into my belly. The
thought of it was making me wet.

“Do you want me to make any changes in the pose?” He
asked to interrupt my little fantasy.

“No! You’re perfect!” I said with more enthusiasm
than I wanted. “I mean, stay frozen. Stay exactly
the way you are.”

“You mean full?” He asked to my astonishment.

I didn’t know quite what to say. I never had a model
ask me if I wanted him to remain at a full erection.
It felt very embarrassing.

“Yes,” I answered before I knew the words were out of
my mouth. “Yes, I mean to stay full,” I tried to
correct myself but only made it worse.

“That’s no problem,” He answered simply. “As long as
I can look back at the artist, I can stay full for as
long as you desire.”

I blushed with embarrassment, and then realized how
much more embarrassed he was feeling. At least I was
wearing something. He was stark naked! And even
worse, he had well-endowed sexual features and a full
hard-on!

“You like it, don’t you?” Roberto asked after about a
minute more.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yes,” I
had no choice but to say as I was drawing it. “You
are very impressive.”

“Then can I ask what portion of my body you are
drawing right now?”

I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to answer, but I
think he already saw the uneasiness in my expression.
So I decided to answer truthfully. “Well, your
penis,” I said shyly.

“Let me see,” He quickly stood up and walk towards
me.

I immediately felt a rush of embarrassment. I had
never intended him to see my drawing. I suddenly
realized the entire canvas was filled with his big
cock. It was the only part of him I was drawing. I
wanted to cover it up and did not want him to see,
but it was too late.

“Very nice,” He complimented as he looked at it. “I
can see you have quite an eye for detail. I can also
see that you have been examining me very closely to
capture such exquisite detail.”

I felt utterly humiliated. “I’m sorry,” I tried to
apologize. I expected him to tear up the drawing and
go storming out of the room.

Instead, he looked back at me confused. “Sorry for
what?” He said simply, and then went back over to the
couch.

I suddenly realized that he didn’t mind me drawing
his long shaft. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. I
smiled with relief and went back to draw in the final
details.

As soon as I was done with the second drawing,
Roberto was all ready for the third. “How about
this?” He stood up and gave me a side profile. Then
he took his finger and pressed it down on the
backside of his hard-on so that it pointed straight
out of his body.

“Oh my God!” I found myself saying out loud. His
cock looked even longer when it pointed straight out.
It looked to be about a foot long.

“What did you say?” He asked as he let go and his
cock again returned to its normal position.

“No, I mean that was perfect,” I said. “Give me that
same pose.”

“You mean like this,” He gave me a side profile
again, but did not touch himself.

“No, I mean what you just did before,” I corrected.

He looked back at me confused. “I’m afraid I don’t
know what you mean. Could you show me?”

My heart skipped a beat and I almost forgot to
breathe. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to do
it myself.

“I mean like this,” I spoke as I stepped forward and
went to my knees. I stopped only inches from his
long shaft and placed my finger on its backside just
as he had done a few seconds earlier.

His cock visibly twitched for me as I pressed down.
It felt very hard and was very ridged. I found it
necessary to place quite a bit of pressure on it to
get it to point straight out from his body.

“Like this,” I instructed as I handled his
magnificent tool. “I want to see it pointed out
perpendicular like this. Make it look like a handle,
like it is a convenient handle for a woman to grab
onto and lead you around with.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but Roberto
understood. He pushed down on his shaft as I went
back to my drawing board.

“Tell me,” I asked as I drew. I was getting braver.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long is it?”

“How long do you think it is?” He immediately
answered with a question.

Roberto took me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to
request an estimate. I wanted to say it was the
longest I had ever seen, but I held back.

“I don’t know,” I answered slyly.

“Come on, take a guess,” He tempted me.

I didn’t know what to say. It looked like it was
nearly ten inches long, but I figured my heightened
state of arousal probably added another two inches.
“About eight,” I fought my embarrassment and answered
him.

He smiled back and I immediately knew that I had not
underestimated. “Maybe nine,” I quickly added.

“Nine inches?” He answered in the form of a question.
“Tell me Linda, do you have a ruler anywhere handy.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe it.
This well endowed young man was going to show me
exactly how long he was.

“Yes,” I answered without thinking. I indeed had a
ruler. Like any good artist, I used it occasionally
to make sure I captured the proper perspective.

“Why don’t you get it,” He proposed. “And measure me
yourself.”

The pencil I held in my hand sent a dark black mark
across the page just before it dropped to the floor.
He not only wanted to show me his measurements; he
wanted me to take them myself. “Maybe later,” I
answered shyly but excitedly. It was all I could
say.

I bent down to pick up the pencil and thought about
it some more. I never took a man’s measurements, not
even the measurements of a normal man. I pictured
myself holding a ruler along the side of Roberto’s
manhood and couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Actually, maybe I should,” I changed my mind. “I
mean, it would help to make the drawing, well, more
accurate.”

“Then go ahead,” He offered himself to me.

I quickly went into my box of art supplies and took
out a ruler. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I was going to measure the length of a guy’s dick,
and this was a guy with a really long dick.

Roberto presented himself very calmly as I faced him
with the ruler. He no longer touched himself or
pointed his dick straight out. Instead, his erection
was in its natural state, pointed up at attention.

“Go ahead and take as many measurements as you want,”
He offered.

I went down to my knees and touched his member. It
again jumped in response. I noticed it was even
wetter than before. I made the tip of his cock
straight out again and noticed it was soaked with his
juices. I then held the ruler along its side.

“How long?” He asked.

“Just wait,” I wasn’t done yet. Given the
opportunity, I had to take advantage of it. First I
measured the length of one side and then I measured
the other. I also took care the measure the top and
bottom even though I knew they would be the same.

“Almost ten inches,” I finally concluded. “It’s very
impressive!”

“That’s what they all say,” He answered almost in a
laugh. “All the women tell me I’m impressive,
especially after I give them a good fuck.”

“Fuck?” I said without thinking.

“Yea, they all like getting fucked by a whopper,” He
answered casually. “They all like the way it spreads
their twats apart and penetrates them so deep. Every
woman likes a deep penetration.”

I still held his cock in my hand. As he spoke, I
imagined it penetrating me. It was capable of
screwing into me farther than any man had ever gone
before. And it also looked abnormally thick and
wide. I wondered how much it would spread me apart.

“Have you ever met a girl who wasn’t able to take it
all?” I had to ask.

“Not so far,” He immediately answered. “I’ve had
trouble before. I sometimes have to really work at
it to make it fit, but I’ve always been able to get
it all the way in. It usually happens only to the
short, petite ones.” He paused for a moment and then
added. “Like yourself, for instance.”

I jumped back. My hand left his hard-on and it
bounced back up.

He backed up as well. “Well, how would you like me
to model next?” He casually asked. “How about the
couch again.”

I was left kneeling on the floor with the ruler in my
hand. I wasn’t sure quite what to do. From the way
he talked about sex and let me measure his length, I
expected him to come on to me. I expected him to at
least try to kiss me or more probably fondle my
breasts like any other man would. I would have let
him, of course. I would have allowed him to go all
the way with me. But he didn’t even try. He acted
as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

I wondered if he was playing with me. I wondered if
he was trying to tease me and get me all hot and
bothered. I figured he was, and I figured he wanted
me to come on to him. But I never came on to a guy
before. I never had to come on to a guy. My big
tits did all the talking for me.

“How about this?”

I woke up from my daydream and saw him lying on the
couch. He lay down on his side like before, just the
way I liked it, except now his big cock stood
straight out. It was so hard, it didn’t sag down and
it didn’t touch the fabric of the couch at all. He
was certainly very hard.

“Yes, that would be fine,” I didn’t know what else to
say. I got back up and went back to the easel. By
now, my hands were shaking. I could hardly hold the
pensile steady. Despite the incredible desire I
felt, I drew him anyway. I started again with his
dick.

I didn’t know what to do myself, so I figured the
best course of action was to just act natural. I
thought I was maybe caught up in some kind of sexy
game he liked to play. I also figured that if I
waited long enough, he would eventually make the
first move. After all, I could see that he was
aroused. He couldn’t stay that aroused for long. He
would eventually have to do something.

The drawing seemed to take forever. I just kept
drawing and waiting for him to do something, but he
just lay there almost like a stone. And best of all,
he kept his cock as hard as a stone too. I imagined
myself going up and asking him to fuck me. I wanted
to; I desperately wanted it. I fantasized him saying
yes and stripping off my clothing, and then laying me
on the couch where he now laid. I fantasized what it
would be like to feel someone so big inside me.

“It’s about time for me to be going,” Roberto wisely
spoke up. “Are you about done?”

“Just about,” I answered, not quite believing what
was happening. How could he leave me? How could any
man with such a long hard-on want to leave without
getting any satisfaction? He must have had a
continuous erection for the past hour. How could a
man with an erection for that long simply get up and
leave? I knew he was horny and I suspected he wanted
to fuck me nearly as much as I wanted to fuck him in
return.

“I’ve already been modeling longer than I expected,”
He told me. “I really need to get to class.”

“Don’t go,” I found myself almost pleading with him.
“I’ll pay for the extra time,” I offered.

I came very close to offering him money for sex, but
I couldn’t quite do it. I was supposed to be a good
girl, and good girls did not come out and ask men to
fuck them.

“Sorry, but I really must,” He started to get up.
“But I am willing to come back for another session if
you wish.”

He stood up and walked back to the screens. I still
couldn’t believe it. He was getting up to leave, and
I don’t think it was a tease. I watched as he
slipped his underwear up and over his long shaft.
His magnificent hard-on suddenly disappeared from my
sight.

“But I can come back?” He phrased as a question.

“I’d like that!” I was so confused. I felt like I
was in a dream. I would have to wait, but I would
have agreed to anything at the time.

“Do you do any photography too?”

It took me a moment to realize that he was asking me
a question.

“Um, yea. Some,” I stumbled over my own words.

“Well, I’ll also pose for photographs as well as
drawings,” Roberto informed me. “If you’re
interested, that is?”

“Yes!” I said with a little more excitement than I
realized. “I mean, yes, I’ve been looking for a male
model to take some pictures of.”

I lied to him. I hadn’t been looking for a male
model at all; not for photographs anyway. I didn’t
even own a decent camera. But I thought about taking
his picture in the nude and was willing to do
anything. I lied for the opportunity to take a
picture of a well endowed, good looking young man in
the nude.

“Good!” Roberto replied with interest. “Tell me, in
your photography work, do you also work exclusively
nudes. Or do you also take pictures of clothed
models?”

“Nude only,” I quickly answered. “I only do nudes.”

Roberto shrugged his shoulders. “That’s no problem.
When would you like to do me?”

I liked the way he phrased his words. I wondered if
he chose them specifically for me, or if it was just
a slip of the tongue.

“How about tomorrow night?” I asked. I wanted him
back as soon as possible.

Roberto let out a chuckle. “I’m afraid I can’t make
it that soon! The soonest I can come back is Sunday
afternoon, if that’s all right with you?”

Sunday was three days away. I didn’t know if I could
last that long, but it at least gave me time to find
a camera and develop some skills.

“That’s fine,” I found myself saying before I
realized it. I was willing to accept anything. I
wanted him to return as soon as possible.

“Then it’s set then!” Roberto turned to leave. “I’ll
see you again on Sunday, about 2:00 PM, in the nude.”

“Yes,” I answered. “Fully nude!”

Roberto walked out the door and shut it.

Third Session

I could hardly stand the wait. It was even worse
than last time and almost too much for me. For three
days I had to patiently wait for him to return.

Immediately after, when I awoke the next morning, I
thought it was a dream. I thought perhaps I imagined
the entire episode. But a few minutes later I walked
into my studio and noticed the pictures. On the
canvas stood a drawing of the biggest cock I had ever
seen. Standing along the walls, there were three
others. I put them up soon after he left the last
time. I looked at them and realized Roberto was for
real. I had indeed seen him nude and in the erect
state.

The impatience got worse as I dragged myself through
the weekend. I couldn’t sleep. Roberto was all I
could think about. His cock kept entering my mind,
and in my mind I kept imagining it entering my body.
All day Friday and then again on Saturday I wondered
about what kind of pictures he would allow me to
take. I wondered how provocative he would pose.

I kept myself busy by preparing for his arrival. The
first order of business was to get a few good
cameras. I already owned a camera, but it was a
small instamatic. I knew it wouldn’t do. Roberto
probably thought I was a semi-professional
photographer. I therefore needed at least a semi-
professional camera.

Luckily, I knew two people who were very helpful.
They both practiced photography as a hobby, and I
discovered photo-hobbyist really get into their
craft. I only had to mention that I was interested
in buying a good camera and was told more than I
wanted to know. One even offered to loan me a
camera. He told me to give it a try for a week. I
had to ask the other, but she also gave me a camera
to try out. Afterwards, I had a crazy idea about how
to thank her. Since she was female, I thought about
“thanking” her with a few good shots of Roberto. It
was a naughty thought, just like all the other
thoughts in my mind, but I did not discount it as
completely preposterous.

My second priority was to get myself ready
physically. What I mean is, I had to figure out what
to wear. It naturally had to be something sexy. It
had to be sexy enough to get him hard again.

It was more difficult than I thought. I had trouble
deciding on what to wear at first. There were two
sundresses in the closet that did an excellent job at
showing lots of boob and cleavage, but they were
fancy, flowery outfits. I didn’t think they would
look right for a photographer. I also had a small
piece of neglig�e an old boyfriend once gave me, but
I couldn’t wear that either. I had to at least try
to play the part.

My first attempt at a solution was to go to the local
discount store to find something bland, yet sexy. It
naturally had to be sexier than what I wore before,
but it also had to look like something I would
casually wear around the house. I figured a
revealing blouse would be perfect. I could either
buy it in a size too small or wash it in hot water to
make it shrink.

By the time I got to the third store, I was about to
give up. I could not find anything sexier than the
previous session, which made me realize how
provocative I had been. It was then when I had a
truly naughty idea. As I walked towards the dressing
room at the store, a rack of two piece bikinis caught
my eye.

I’ve never owned a bikini swimsuit before. The
thought of owning one never seriously entered my
mind. Two piece bikinis were for girls with small
figures. For someone like me, a one piece-bathing
suite was more appropriate. But the thought of
wearing a sexy bikini in front of Roberto almost was
enough to give me an orgasm while I shifted my
fingers through the selection on the rack.

It took me awhile to find one. It was difficult to
find one in my size, which didn’t surprise me any.
They don’t make many two piece bikinis for big titted
women. Most women with a double-D bra size are
simply not interested in wearing a two piece outfit
in public. I had to go to five stores before I found
what I wanted. At each one, I noticed the sales
girls look at me rather strangely when I told them
what I wanted. They made me feel like an under age
drinker in an adult’s bar.

I now stood in my bedroom wearing the two-piece
bikini outfit I finally found. Looking down at
myself, it was hard to believe I was really doing
this. I couldn’t believe how wantonly slutty and
horny I had become. The bikini was so small I could
see more boob than fabric.

The top was white and did not cover much. It was
smaller than any bra I owned, and certainly smaller
than anything I dared to wear out in public before.
It was only big enough to offer the bare minimum of
cover. Despite its small size, however, it did a
surprisingly good job at giving support. It lifted
and supported just like any bra would have done,
heaving my big tits up into the air and causing them
to just barely touch one another in the center of my
chest. The cups were only big enough to cover the
lower portion of each breast, and then only the
center portion. I noticed each breast was left
exposed both on top and on both sides. I think they
left about a half of me bare.

The panty was a matching set, white as well, but not
nearly as revealing as the top. For some strange
reason, I always felt a lot more uncomfortable about
exposing my sex over by boobs. I suppose it was
because I couldn’t help but expose my boobs. They
were so big, it was unavoidable. But my sex and ass
were another matter. The panty was plenty big enough
to cover everything in front and left only a small
hint of ass-cheek bare in the rear. Holding it up
were two bow ties, one on each thigh. The top was
also held up by bow ties, one around the back of my
neck and the other in the middle of my back. I
suppose it truly was a string bikini.

To add an element of realism to the encounter, I made
sure it was hot in the house. In what I thought was
an absolutely brilliant move, I switched off the
circuit breaker to the air conditioner. I planned to
tell him the AC was broken. I had put on the bikini
in an attempt to stay cool. It was now almost 90
degrees inside even with all the windows open.

I seemed to have everything covered, yet I still
couldn’t believe what I was doing and what a nasty
girl I had become. All I could think about as I
waited on the living room couch was his big cock. I
wanted to see it so bad. I wanted to show him my
little bikini and make him sweat over my big boobs.
And given the small size of the bikini and the big
size of my tits, he was going to sweat quite a bit.

As I sat waiting for him, I wondered what it would be
like. I had never taken photographs of a nude man
before. All my work was in paintings and drawings.
Photography was a very different art form from
drawing. Instead of taking minutes to draw an image
on a canvas, a picture took a mere instant. It was
much quicker and I would be able to take a lot more
pictures. I didn’t even know how many pictures I
should take, but at least I made sure I had plenty of
film. The lady at the checkout counter looked at me
rather strange when I laid the ten rolls on the
counter. Each was a thirty-six-exposure roll, so
there was enough film to take three hundred sixty
pictures. I figured that would be more than enough.

I hoped Roberto was again going to show me his full
self. I figured he would, especially when I wore my
bikini, but I really didn’t know. The more I thought
about it, the more I began to worry. He might be a
lot shyer in front of a camera, I thought to myself.
It was one thing for your likeness to be transferred
to canvas, but quite another for it to be transferred
to film. A canvas was only an approximation. Film
would show the real thing.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I jumped. It was too early for Roberto. I worried
some neighbor or a salesman was at the door, so I
quickly put on a robe.

I jumped again when I looked through the peephole in
the door. It was Roberto! I was estatic.

Without thinking, I quickly took the robe back off
again and threw it behind the couch. The bikini
looked even smaller than before. I couldn’t believe
what I nasty young girl I was. A moment’s hesitation
drifted through my body, but then I thought of his
cock and took a deep breath. I opened the door.

“Hello again,” He spoke as he saw me. “Hope you
don’t mind that I’m a little early? I was doing a
few errands and got done sooner than I expected.”

“That’s fine,” I almost choked on my own words as I
opened the door fully. “I was just waiting around
anyway.”

He froze and looked at me. I noticed his eyes widen
as he saw me. Clearly, he was surprised. I hoped he
was impressed too.

I tried not to play the act and refused to show any
reaction myself. “You’ll have to excuse me, but my
air conditioner is broken and I couldn’t get anyone
to come fix it until Monday,” I quickly spoke my
prepared lines. “I had to slip into something to
keep me cool.”

“Well, you certainly look as though you are keeping
plenty cool,” Roberto emphasized.

I noticed his eyes travel up and down my sexy body.
I think I blushed at his words.

“I hope you don’t mind?” I tried to recover. “I
thought about calling and offering to cancel on
account of the broken air conditioner, but I figured
you didn’t need to worry much about the heat.”

“You mean my nudity would keep me cool?” He rephrased
it more bluntly.

“Yes,” I think I blushed again. “If you want to put
it that way.”

We exchanged a few other pleasantries, and then I
went off to get my camera. I was anxious to get
started, and Roberto almost seemed just as anxious
too.

We started with a few clothed and partially clothed
pictures. I asked Roberto if it was OK for me to
photograph him getting undressed, and he said it was
fine. I was pleasantly surprised when he started
getting undressed in a very erotic fashion. He took
off his cloths as though he was a striptease artist
on the stage, quickly removing his outer clothing at
first and then slowing down for his shorts and
underwear. I followed him along and took the
opposite tactic with the cameras. I didn’t take many
pictures at first, but by the time he was down to his
underwear I was snapping like crazy. It felt
surprisingly erotic to be taking pictures of a man
undressing himself.

Soon, he was naked and I found myself taking pictures
of his cock. I was disappointed to see it flaccid,
but it was what I expected – at least at first.

Despite its small size, it still felt very erotic to
be taking pictures of it. I again saw that he was
very well hung. My imagination had not exaggerated
his size. I used up the first two roles of film
right away.

“Do you want me to remain in this state?” Roberto
asked as I was loading new film on the kitchen table.
“Or would you prefer it to be like last Thursday?”

I dropped one of the rolls. He didn’t come right out
and say it, but I was pretty sure of what he meant.
My dreams were coming true.

“That’s fine for now,” I tried to speak as calmly as
I could. “Let me take a few more like this, and then
we’ll try a couple of different poses.”

The first few pictures were of Roberto in the
standing position. A couple of pictures later he was
lying down, and after a couple more he laid on his
side. I got really turned on again when he lay on
his side to accent the size of his cock. I loved the
way it hung down across his thigh and practically
touched the fabric of the couch, even in its flaccid
state!

I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I not only wanted to
see it hard; I wanted to experience it too. “It sure
is getting hot in here,” I spoke as I shot the third
roll of film.

“Yes, it certainly is,” Roberto looked directly back
at me and spoke in a very sexy voice. I could tell
he was looking directly at my chest.

A few seconds later, I could tell it another way too.
I could tell where his eyes were pointed, for as he
lay sideways on the couch, the tip of his dick began
to rise off of the fabric.

“Are you ready to take pictures of me in the fully
erect state?” He asked.

“Yes!” I spoke with a little more excitement than I
wanted. His bluntness surprised me. “What I mean
is, yes. Please, make yourself full if you would
like.”

I couldn’t believe it. Here was a well-endowed young
man laying on my couch and allowing me to take his
picture in the nude. And he was becoming hard and
giving me an erection.

“Yes, that’s perfect,” I found myself saying without
thinking. “I mean, that’s fine.”

He got hard rather rapidly. First six inches and
then seven. I think he hardened even more rapidly
than the last time. I wondered if he jacked himself
off during the time in-between, and then hoped that
he saved it all for me. I pictured myself grabbing
his cock and jacking it off for him. A cock of his
size would be a lot of fun to jack off.

It was eight inches when I finished the third roll
and a full nine-and-a-half by the time I finished the
fourth. It was time to load the cameras again.
Roberto came over to the table and stood at the
corner. I noticed him stand up close, right up
against the table’s edge. Since it was a standard
table and a little less than waist high, his tool
extended across the top, as if on display. It was
very erotic and made it very difficult to load the
film. What made it worse was that we talked at the
same time, mostly talking about his cock.

“Would you like to get some side profiles?” He asked.
“Most girls like me in the side profile. They say it
makes me look bigger.”

“I think that would be nice,” I agreed.

“Unless you think it might make me look too big,” He
countered. “Some girls think it makes me look a bit
unnatural.”

“Oh no!” I quickly disagreed. “I don’t think it
makes you unnatural at all. I like them big.”

Roberto smiled.

I think I turned red. “I mean, I don’t think it
looks unnatural when it’s big,” I tried to correct
myself.

“I think your first statement was more correct,”
Roberto offered. “You do like them big, don’t you
Linda?”

I’m certain I turned red by this time. “Yes,” I said
quietly, feeling very embarrassed. A big man was
asking if I liked them big. It was a very strange
experience.

“Tell me Linda,” Roberto thankfully went on. “Have
you ever been fucked by a man as big a me?”

I practically dropped the camera. “Well, um. . .”

I didn’t know quite what to say.

“Let me help you with that,” Roberto walked around to
hold the camera for me. Our hands touched. His big
cock was only inches away. It pointed up and over
the top of the table, stopping only inches away from
my fingers were I was trying to load the film.

At the same time, I felt his arm brush up against the
side of my big boob. My boobs were too big to be
contained on my little chest. They pushed slightly
outward, to the side. We stood so close they pushed
right into his arm. I don’t know if it was by
accident or if he did it on purpose. I didn’t even
know if he was aware that his upper arm was touching
me. But it didn’t matter. Nevertheless, it felt
wildly erotic. I thought about making my own hand
slip and “accidentally” brush up against his cock. I
considered it, but I was too shy to try.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you Linda,” He apologized
as he helped. “That’s not a typical question that I
guy asks to a girl.”

“No, I guess not,” I had to say something.

“No it’s not typical?” He questioned. “Or no, you’ve
never been fucked by a man as big as me?”

“No, I mean both,” I said shyly. “I mean I’ve never
experienced a man as big as you.”

There! I said it. I finally said it. I felt
relieved.

“Interesting,” Roberto spoke back as we finished both
cameras and he backed away. “That’s very interesting
because it means you are probably very tight. I
would probably have a very difficult time penetrating
you?”

I could hardly breath. He asked me in the form of a
question, so I said, “Yes,” quietly agreeing. “You
probably would.”

“Especially when I’m deep,” He went on. “I’m sure
the entire length of your joy hole would be a very
tight fit, but I bet the end would be really tight.
You know, the end, the portion where I would hit
virgin territory.”

I stumbled and almost fell over from the sound of his
words. He was speaking very casual, sounding almost
disinterested, but he was saying such dirty things.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like
to have him inside me. He was probably right about
me being tight. His words about “virgin territory”
were probably also true. I’m sure Roberto was very
experienced when it came to sex. Given the size of
his cock, I’m sure he had intercourse with a lot of
women. I figured he was capable of giving a girl an
excellent fuck.

“Well, how would you like me to pose it next?” He
asked after both cameras were loaded with film again.
He had done most of the loading. My hands were
shaking too much to load the film with all the
excitement.

It took me a moment to return to my senses. I was
incredibly aroused and felt very horny. I
desperately wanted to find out exactly how tight I
really was.

“Well, um,” was all I could manage.

“How about some prisoner shots?” He suggested as he
walked to the corner of the room. “Pretend I’m your
sex slave and you are taking my picture.”

His words sent a wave of ecstasy through my body.
The thought of Roberto as my sex slave was almost too
erotic to hold in my mind. It immediately created
all sorts of naughty thoughts. I considered all the
things I could do to him if he really were my sex
slave.

In the corner of the room, there was a chandelier.
It hung from the ceiling by a short chain. Roberto
stood below it and grabbed the chain. It didn’t take
much to imagine him as a sex slave.

“Oh, please Linda,” He added to the realism. “Oh,
please let me go. Please unshackle me Linda! I
can’t take any more.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly began to take
pictures. This was better than I ever expected. He
hung his head to the side in make-believe. He looked
like he really was shackled from the ceiling, and I
found myself wanting to tie him up.

“Oh please Linda!” He cried out again. “I’ll never
disobey you again.”

I took pictures like crazy. I had to take pictures
just to keep myself sane. The hormones were running
through my blood like crazy. I kept thinking about
what it would be like if he really were my sex slave.
I thought about shackling him down and teasing his
big cock. I would tease it all night long, and then
I would tie him down to the bed and ride on top of
him. I then wondered what it would be like to ride
on his big cock like a bucking bronco.

Roberto next moved to the doorway and did a similar
presentation. He pointed the tips of his arms and
legs to the four corners of the doorway as if they
were somehow tied. It made me feel even more excited
this way because his legs were spread open and I
could see his balls. I went to my knees and took
almost the entire roll of film looking up from below.
He even had a big set of nuts! Everything about
Roberto was impressive. I knew these pictures would
bring me hours of pleasure.

Roberto again helped me load the next two rolls of
film. Like before, he stood right up beside me. His
erect cock again pointed up over the side and his arm
pressed into my right boob. I was a little calmer
and stayed more in control this time. I think I was
actually starting to get accustomed to his big cock.
Until, that is, we started talking again.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” Roberto
spoke. “But you really have an excellent set of
tits.”

I smiled and quietly thanked him.

“They look very firm for there size,” He continued.
“And that bikini of yours does an excellent job of
showing them off. It looks like you have an C cup
bra on a set of D cup tits.”

I smiled again. “Actually,” I decided to tell him.
“They are double Ds.”

I don’t know why I told him. A woman’s cup size is a
very personnel thing. I guess I felt obligated to
tell him my size since he was so willing to let me
know his.

“Sorry,” He apologized. “But I don’t have much
experience with big titted girls. It’s been quite a
while since I’ve held a pair of double Ds in my
hands.”

As he spoke, his elbow pressed harder into the side
of my breast. It pressed hard enough against my boob
to make it touch the other.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He apologized again. “I hope I
didn’t hurt anything.”

Suddenly, I felt him touch me again. This time it
was his fingers. He bought up his hand and touched
the side of my breast.

“I hope I didn’t hurt anything of importance,” He
lightly rubbed up and down against the exposed,
outside portion of my boob. He rubbed it gently, as
though he was rubbing a bruised elbow or sprained
knee; except it was my breast. I couldn’t believe
it! And I couldn’t believe I was letting him do it.

“That’s all right,” I accepted his apology. “You
didn’t hurt anything.”

“Yes,” He agreed. “It feels just fine. In fact, it
feels perfect.”

“Thank you,” I continued to allow him to feel me.
His fingers made my tits tingle. It was as though
they were full of electricity and were sending an
electric shock through my body, except the shock came
from my sex hormones.

“Nice and firm,” He spoke. “I bet you’re tits are
probably used to a lot of abuse. You’re boyfriend
must go crazy on them.”

“Actually,” I decided to tell him told him. “I don’t
have a boyfriend right now.”

“Oh no!” He said in surprise as though I had just
announced a death in the family. “You mean you don’t
have a boyfriend to nurse on these big melons of
yours?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak after hearing him
talk about nursing on my boobs. An image immediately
formed in my mind of his lips puckered up against my
nipples. I tried to drive it away, but was only
marginally successful.

“And you don’t have a boyfriend to drive his big cock
up into that tight little pussy of yours every night
either, do you?”

“No,” I managed to get out.

“That’s too bad,” Roberto spoke, squeezing his
fingers into my breast a little harder now. “I
figured a girl with such a pretty face and a big set
of knockers would have lots of boyfriends.”

“We broke up two months ago,” I half-lied. We did
break up, but we later got back together again. In
fact, we had sex just two nights ago, but I didn’t
want Roberto to know.

I also didn’t want him to know that the sex was
primarily because of him. For a change of pace, I
went to my boyfriend’s place to satisfy my burning
desires. It usually just the opposite, with him
wanting to drive over to see me. He went to a
different school and lived across the state, about a
2 hours drive away, and he was the one who was
usually desperate for sex. I usually resisted,
naturally, saying I had too much work or giving some
other cheap excuse. That was one of the reasons we
broke up. I wasn’t sure if he loved me or just loved
my big tits.

This past weekend, however, it was just the opposite.
I was the one begging and he was the one trying to
make excuses. He had finals and needed the time to
study, but he finally relented. I drove over to his
place and stayed the night. It was some of the
wildest, most passionate sex we ever had. Little did
he know that I imagined myself having sex with
Roberto the entire time.

“So you’ve been eight weeks without a good fuck,”
Roberto said.

I nodded my head. His hand was now migrating towards
the center of my breast. My entire left boob was
practically in the palm of his hand, or at least as
much of it that would fit. It was too big for him to
encompass it all.

“That means you’re even tighter now,” He spoke next.
“I mean, when a girl doesn’t get fucked on a regular
basis, she tends to tighten up. Her twat starts to
get tighter and tighter with every passing day.”

He squeezed tighter and tighter as he spoke. I could
feel my hard nipples rub against the palm of his
hand, but I made no move to stop him. I liked it.

“Do you think you could take it all?” His hand
suddenly left and he looked down at himself. “What I
mean is, look at it and try to imagine it penetrating
all the way up your cunt. Do you think my cock would
bottom out inside your twat?”

“It might,” I choked as I looked at it. He nicely
gave me a side profile so I could see its entire
length.

“I sometimes do, you know,” He spoke. “I mean,
sometimes I bottom out inside a girl’s twat because
my tool is simply too long, especially when I fuck
short girls like you.”

“I’ve never had anyone as big as you are,” I started
to become braver and talked a little more. “I’ve
never had a man so long, or even so wide before.”

Roberto looked up to me in surprise. “Do you think
that I might not be able to get it in? Are you
saying that you don’t think your pussy is wide
enough?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m sure it would fit
inside. Only the length might be a problem.”

Roberto looked down at himself and then back up into
my eyes. “I agree!” He spoke. “Because a twat can
always be spread. Yours would have to be spread open
quite a bit Linda; I mean, in order to accommodate my
size, but I’m sure I could get it in, don’t you
think?”

“Yes,” I quietly agreed.

“But look at its length again,” Roberto went on and
modeled his cock for me some more. “Try to imagine
what it would feel like inside you. Imagine it
penetrating up your pussy, plowing into you like a
long, thick screw. Do you think I would be able to
screw it all the way up your tight little pussy?”

I couldn’t take it any more. I was tiered of the
teasing. If he wasn’t going to ask me, then I was
going to ask him.

“I’m not sure,” I spoke as bravely as I could. “But
there is one way we could find out.”

“And how’s that?” Roberto asked with a smile.

I took a hard swallow. “You could try,” I hesitated.
“I mean, you could try to fuck me,” I finally said
it.

I expected him to jump at the chance. I figured he
was as anxious as me, but he didn’t. Instead,
Roberto casually looked up to the ceiling. He seemed
to only consider it.

“That is an interesting idea Linda,” He mentioned
calmly. “That is, if you wouldn’t mind. Would you
like me to fuck you Linda?”

He looked directly into my eyes.

I shook my head to indicate I agreed.

“Say it out loud,” He ordered me.

“I want you to fuck me,” I spoke without thinking.

Roberto looked up at the ceiling again. He seemed to
think about it some ore. I knew he was expressing
tremendous self-control, or at least I assumed so.

“I don’t know,” He spoke almost disinterested. “You
sound like you don’t really mean it.”

“But I do,” I retaliated. “I really do want to fuck.
Please fuck me,” I spoke without thinking. “I mean,
I’ve never been fucked by such a big man before. I
would really like to experience it.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.
I never actually asked a man to fuck me before, even
my boyfriend or in play. And now I was asking a near
stranger. I tried to picture what I looked like, but
the only thing I could see was a whore. I realized
that I probably sounded like some kind of horny slut
standing on the street corner in the bad section of
town, propositioning myself for money. The small
bikini only added to the effect.

“And it’s been eight weeks!” I added without
thinking. I tried to get him to feel sorry for me.

“That is a long time,” He answered. “I suppose I
could, but we have all this film to use up first.
How about if I take a few pictures of you?”

He looked down at my chest.

So did I. I wondered what he meant, but deep down I
already knew.

“Do you mean you want to take a picture of me like
this?” I had to ask.

“That would be a good start,” He said hesitantly.
“But actually I was thinking about less. I mean, I
allowed you to take pictures of me in the bare.”

I gasped! It was worse than I thought. He didn’t
just want to take a picture of me in a bikini, he
wanted me to wear even less. He wanted me to bare
myself so he could take my picture.

“Come on,” He tempted me. “It’ll be fun. And don’t
worry about the pictures. I’ll leave the film right
here with you. It will be up to you to print it or
not.”

“I don’t know,” I felt trapped. From the way he
asked me, it sounded like he was setting my bare
breasts as a condition to sex, but I couldn’t be
sure. Usually, it was the opposite way around. It
was amazing what I could get men to do sometimes as a
condition to fucking me. Of course, I never came
right out and gave specific conditions, and neither
did Roberto. He just hinted at it, just like I used
to do. It felt strange to have the tables turned.

It also excited me. Just as I used to excite my
boyfriends, now Roberto was exciting me. It sounded
so demeaning and so naughty to let a guy take
pictures of my tits just so I could have his cock,
but it felt exciting at the same time. It made me
even hornier than I already was.

“Come on,” He tempted. “I let you take my picture.”

“But I’m not a model like you,” I argued.

“But you should be! With such a pretty face and
those big tits, you would make the perfect model.” He
told me.

I blushed and thought about it some more. He said
that I could keep the film, which meant I could throw
it away after he got done. I would never allow
anyone to actually see the pictures.

“Please!” He tried a different tactic. “I really
want to, and it will be a lot of fun. And it will be
your camera and your film. No one will ever get to
see the pictures if you don’t want them to. You
could develop them here in your darkroom, although I
wouldn’t mind if you mailed me a few copies.”

I didn’t have a darkroom and could not develop the
pictures myself. If I wanted pictures, I would have
to send them to a photo lab. That meant other men
were almost certainly going to see them. But I
didn’t say anything about that to Roberto. He
thought I was at least a semi-professional
photographer.

“I don’t know,” I said again. “I’ve never allowed
anyone to take topless pictures of me before.”

“Please,” He said again as he picked up one of the
cameras and held it to his eye. “It’s actually quite
fun. Just let me take one roll of film.”

I heard the camera shutter click.

“I let you take pictures of my big cock. Come on and
let me take pictures of those big tits of yours.”

I decided to go ahead. I reached around back to
untie the strap of my bikini top. There was no
turning back now. My hands were shaking so much I
was having trouble undoing the simple bow tie.

“Would you like me to help?” Roberto asked.

I stopped and turned around. It sounded like fun.
“Yes, please,” I accepted. It was an opportunity I
couldn’t pass up.

Roberto had no problems untying my bikini strap. He
seemed perfectly calm and acted as though he was
almost in a hurry. Only a few seconds after he
started, I felt the support of the bikini leave me.
He undid the strap going around to the middle of my
back. My big boobs suddenly came free and protruded
below the now useless cups, being held up by the
simple little string going behind my neck. For a
moment, I thought about covering them, but then
decided it was better to keep my hands at my side.

“Nice and firm,” He complimented me as he came around
to take a look for himself. “You certainly have a
big set of tits Linda. They’re really big and sexy,
but I guess you can already see the evidence of what
I think.”

He looked down at his own erect cock, and I looked
down along with him. I certainly could see the
evidence. I knew exactly what was on his mind.

Then he looked back up at me. The cups of my bikini
still hung down by the shoulder straps, but my boobs
didn’t have any support. The cups of the bikini
never seemed so small before. They seemed to cover
only a miniscule amount of breast in the center.
About the only thing they did cover were my nipples,
but Roberto soon remedied that problem too.

“Just relax,” He tried to calm me as he took a step
closer and brought his hands up to my chest. I
instinctively took a step back, but then tried to
take his advice as I saw him grab hold of the bottom
of my bikini cups. He lifted them up, lifting them
over my boobs and then over my head.

“Nice and big, just like your tits,” Roberto
complimented.

I knew what he was referring to. He was
complimenting me on the size of my nipples.

“Oh yes, very impressive,” He went on to leave no
doubt in my mind. “Not only a big set of tits, but
big nipples too. Oh Linda, you have a very
impressive set of knockers.”

A second later the cups of the bikini were replaced
by his hands. He lifted the bikini top all the way
up and over my head. Then he threw it to the side
and took hold of my boobs. I didn’t expect it and
jumped, but his hands felt good. Roberto touched my
boobs from below and pushed them up. He held my
boobs, one in each hand.

“Oh God!” I cried out involuntarily as he then began
to manipulate my boobs. He handled my boobs as
though he was giving a massage, except in this case
it was a chest massage. He first lifted my boobs up
to give them support as a bra would otherwise have
done, and then he pushed them together to give
cleavage down the center of my chest.

Men have always enjoyed feeling my boobs because of
their size, but I think I enjoyed Roberto’s
manipulations even more than he did. Perhaps it was
because I was already so horny or maybe because of
his big cock, but in any case, he was very good and
seemed to know exactly what to do to get me most
excited.

He next sank his fingers deep inside and then moved
and manipulated my boobs all over. He treated my
tits as though they were mere playthings, placed on
my chest for his personal pleasure. Roberto made me
feel as though my tits were a set of sex toys.

The last part was the best, when he used a single
finger to tease at my nipples. He first orbited his
fingers all around to make them hard, and then dived
into the center for the kill. I felt as though I was
about to have an orgasm.

Then, as suddenly as his hands touched my boobs, they
left me. He backed up and began to take pictures.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I voiced my
thoughts out loud.

“There’s nothing to it,” Roberto told me. “See how
easy it is!”

“I still can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said again,
as the camera continued to click away. I could hear
him taking pictures of my now exposed boobs.

“Oh! Very nice,” He complimented as he photographed
my now topless body. “What a big set of knockers.”

I didn’t bother to cover myself with my hands. I
kept myself totally exposed, topless, and allowed him
to photograph me. I heard the shutter click again
and again. He told me to smile and not to look so
tense. I tried to listen, but I don’t know how
successful I was.

Next, Roberto asked me to clasps my hands behind my
back so he could have a more unencumbered view.

I did as I was told. As a result, I pushed out my
chest so it looked even bigger, and he took even more
pictures. I don’t know why I obeyed him. I just did
it as though I was his slave! My boobs were already
big enough. I didn’t need to make them bigger.

“Now play with them,” He told me next. “Play with
them like I did. Put your hands underneath and
support your tits from below.”

I again did as I was told, but without knowing the
reason why. I put one hand under each breast and
pushed them up. I supported them like a bra. At the
same time, I couldn’t help but rub my thumb across my
nipples. I first felt my nipples by accident and
noticed they were very hard. I couldn’t help but
want to play with them more and rubbed my thumbs
against them. I was too horny not to resist. I
needed to be fucked so bad.

“Push them together,” He told me and I again obeyed.
I pushed in from the side and felt my tits brush up
against one another.

“Excellent,” Roberto complimented. “Excellent
cleavage!”

I pushed my tits together some more as he took more
pictures. It felt exciting. I never had anyone take
pictures of my bare tits before. I was surprised by
the excitement of the experience.

“Now remove your hands and lay down on the couch.”

He continued to take pictures of my topless body.
First, he had me lay down flat on the couch so that
my tits lay flat. Next, he had me turn over to the
side and took pictures of my tits hanging to one the
side. My hands, of course, were well clear of my
chest the whole time. He was careful to give the
camera lens an unencumbered view.

“What a big set of knockers,” He said as he
photographed. “Look at those things move around,” He
spoke at one point.

For the last set of pictures, he told me get on the
floor and to lay down flat. He lay down too,
directly in front of me, with the camera pointed to
the top of my head.

“Now, smile for the camera and raise up your head.”

I knew these would be the sexiest pictures of all.
As I lifted myself, I could feel my boobs becoming
exposed. I knew he was able to look straight down my
front. It was like bending over in front of a guy
while wearing a low cut dress, except this guy had a
camera and I wasn’t wearing a dress. For a brief
moment, I thought about resisting, but then figured
it was no big deal. After he took so many pictures,
I figured a few more would be of no harm.

I failed to notice how he tempted me. He did it
slowly, one step at a time, pushing me just a little
bit further with each increasingly provocative pose.
I did, however, notice him grab the second camera,
and remembered his earlier words about only wanting
to take a single roll of film.

“Lift yourself a little higher,” He tempted one last
time. “Lift yourself to your hands and knees.”

To my surprise, I did so. I went to all fours; like
a dog in heat. I allowed Roberto to take pictures of
my tits hanging straight down from my chest, in my
most provocative pose yet. I couldn’t believe what a
whore I was.

“Now for your panties,” Roberto said next. “Let me
get a picture of that tight little pussy of yours.

I gasped in disbelief. I didn’t realize he wanted me
to take off my panties too. I didn’t know he wanted
to take pictures totally in the nude.

I stood up and lowered my hands to my waist. I put
my fingers around the strap of my panty, but then
stopped. “I can’t,” I said. “Please, not my pussy.
Don’t take pictures of my pussy.”

Roberto, to my surprise, accepted my excuse. “That’s
all right Linda,” He spoke in a very soothing voice.
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I’m already on
the second role of film anyway.”

He took a few more pictures of me from the side and
then asked me to stand underneath the chandelier just
like he did twenty minutes before. I couldn’t reach
the chain, but he took the last few frames of film of
me trying.

“Thank you Linda,” He graciously thanked me when he
was done. “That was fun. How did you like it?”

“Strange,” I answered shyly. I didn’t know what to
say. “It was exciting and kind-of erotic, but a
little strange.”

“It was exciting for me too,” Roberto answered. “As
you can see.”

He looked down at his own waist. I looked down along
with him. His cock looked hard as a rock and
glistened in its own wetness. He had been cumming
like crazy.

“Those big tits of yours are driving me crazy,” He
spoke the truth. “As you can see, I’m lubed up
rather well. I should have no trouble driving it
into that tight little pussy of yours, provided you
are still interested?”

I certainly was, and nodded my head to indicate a
yes.

“Good!” He spoke gratefully. “I hope you are as wet
as I am,” He came closer. “Let’s check Linda! Let
me check out your hole.”

I heard his words but didn’t believe them. He was so
direct and so crude. I knew what “hole” he was
talking about, but I still didn’t quite believe it.
I stood frozen in shock as Roberto walked towards me
and took me by the shoulders.

He pulled me in close. Our lips met and he gave me a
deep passionate kiss. At the same time, I felt his
hard, wet cock rub against my belly. It was an
incredibly erotic sensation.

Then it got even more erotic. His right hand moved
down off my shoulder and began heading for my chest.
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to
him. While still in a kiss, he took my boob in his
hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Nice big tits,” Roberto complimented me on the size
of my boobs, and then locked his lips onto mine
again.

He didn’t stay on my boob for long. His hand quickly
continued, moving down towards my waist. My boob was
like a convenient rest stop on the way down to what
he really wanted. I have to admit that I really
wanted it too.

It did not take him very long. Soon, I felt him on
my waist. I felt his hand on my thigh, playing with
the straps of my panty, slipping underneath the thin
fabric. He pulled one side of my panty down my
thigh. I felt myself becoming partially exposed and
could almost picture myself nearly naked with his
hand roaming all around.

“How wet are you Linda?” Roberto asked in a loud
whisper as he pulled back. “How wet is your hole?”

“Very!” I answered excitedly, and this time I kissed
him. I wanted it so bad.

At the same time I felt him give it to me. He gave
me want I wanted with his finger. He did not bother
feeling around and teasing my pussy at all. He
grabbed me between the legs and stuck his finger
directly inside. I cried out with a loud moan in
desperation.

“Wow!” Roberto said back to me. “You’re right! You
really have a wet hole, and so tight too!”

I kissed his lips as he fingered my pussy. And then
he fingered me some more. His finger began riding
inside me, moving all over. He was very talented. I
had never been so expertly finger fucked before. I
was in heaven.

“Oh, what an excellent pussy!” Roberto complimented
as he felt me inside. “It’s even tighter than I
imagined. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fit
inside.”

The way he talked about my pussy made it even more
erotic. I never had a man talk so dirty to me
before. And he spoke so calmly, as though I was a
possession instead of a person. It was as though my
body was a piece of merchandise he wanted to buy and
he was taking it out for a test drive. I wondered
how many women he had sex with before, and figured it
was in the hundreds. I desperately wanted to be the
next.

“Can we fuck now?” I couldn’t stand it any more.
“Please Roberto, can you fuck me now? I have to feel
you inside me.”

“Fuck you?” He asked as though he didn’t know the
definition of the word.

“Yes!” I cried out. “Please! I can’t stand it any
more! I need it; I need to be fucked!”

“Are you certain about that?” Roberto asked as he
jabbed his finger up my cunt at the same time. This
time it seemed wider. I think he used a second
finger.

“Yes!” I cried out in a scream. “Oh God! I need it
so bad!”

“I don’t know,” He replied as he jabbed up again.

Now I knew for certain. He had two fingers inside me
at once. I could feel them both. And it felt like
the entire length of his finger was inside.

“Please!” I pleaded. “I need it so bad. I’ll do
anything. Just fuck me!”

“Anything?” He asked back curiously. “Would that
include more pictures?”

“Yes!” I immediately answered. “You can take
pictures of me without my panty.” I was willing to
do practically anything by this time. “I’ll pose
nude for you if you want.” I didn’t care any more if
my nude body was on film or not.

“That would be a good start,” He spoke. “But what
about video? Would you be willing to let me take
video of you too?”

I didn’t grasp his words at first, but then it was
hard to think clearly with two fingers of a man
playing around inside my cunt. I think he was trying
to find my g-spot, but I think my entire cunt was my
g-spot. And his suggestion about making a videotape
made me even more excited.

“You want to videotape me?” I asked.

“Well, actually,” Roberto stabbed even further up
inside me now. “I want to video tape both of us.”

“Videotape!” I said out loud in shock, now suddenly
realizing he wanted to put me on film.

“Now you have it!” Roberto confirmed my worse
suspicions. “Let’s make an X-rated video. Remember
before when I told you about how sexy it would be to
put your big tits on film. Let’s do it!”

I slowly started to comprehend his meaning. “You
mean a sex video?” I asked.

I felt trapped. I wanted to let him fuck me so bad,
but I wasn’t sure about letting him videotape me too.
Fucking in front of a camera felt so naughty, but it
was exciting at the same time.

“Come on Linda!” He pleaded with me. “It would make
such a sexy video. Just thing, a small, sexy girl
like you getting fucked by a tool as big as mine.”

He backed up and showed himself to me. At the same
time, his fingers left my cunt and I suddenly felt a
great emptiness. As I looked down at his monstrous
cock, I desperately wanted it to take the place of
his fingers.

“You can keep the video and erase it afterwards,” He
offered. “Or you can put it in your safety deposit
box. I don’t care. I just want to sit down with you
at least once and watch it together.”

I thought about the rolls of film and wondered if he
really would allow me to keep the tape. I wasn’t
sure. The only thing I knew for certain was that I
wanted to feel the length of him inside me.

“OK,” I finally said out loud. He never actually
said that taping was a prerequisite to fucking me,
but I still wanted it.

“OK what?” He asked.

“OK, you can video tape us,” I agreed. “I’ll help
you make an X-rated video, as long as I get to keep
the tape.”

The next thing I knew, I was laying naked on the
floor of my painting studio. Roberto started to
finger my cunt some more. He was an excellent finger
fucker. He said he wanted to thank me for the
acceptance of the camera with his fingers.

My panties were lying on the floor in the next room.
As a result, I was completely naked. My wanton twat
was open for all to see and his fingers to use. And
he did use it! Roberto gave a great finger job. I
could tell he was very experienced when it came to
the art of sex. He knew all the right places to
touch me.

It didn’t take him long to set up the video camera.
It was in his bag, along with a small, expandable
tripod. He set it down on a chair and pointed the
lens at my naked body.

Next, he fondled my big tits. He had me sit up as he
adjusted the camera. Then he kneeled in back of me
and played with my tits from behind. He did it just
like the last time, except this time was better. I
think the camera added to the excitement.

A few minutes later he lifted me by the waist and
carried me into the kitchen. I realized he not only
had big muscles, he was strong too. He lifted me as
though I was a little girl.

Once in the kitchen, he laid me down flat on my back
on the kitchen table with my legs spread open wide
over the side. Then he went back to get the camera
and soon returned with the eyepiece up to his eye.
Roberto played the roll of a cameraman, taking
pictures of me lying on the table.

He now stood on the far side of the room and took
pictures of my open legs and open cunt. He took
pictures for a long time, alternatively moving closer
and then backing away. He stopped filming and took a
few pictures with the still camera for a short while,
saying he wanted to use up the rest of the film, but
it didn’t take long before he switched back to the
video camera. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“Now, how would you like to try it,” He stopped
filming after what seemed like fifteen minutes of
continuous picture taking. “Would you like to see
how deep I can penetrate your cunt Linda?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything in
response.

“Of course, I’ll be careful,” He gently reached out
for my chest. “I first need to check you out a
little bit more with my fingers. I need to make sure
you are wide enough. I then need to get your juices
flowing so I don’t hurt you. I need to get your
juices flowing nice and good before I drill it in.”

“Yes!” I said out loud. I spoke without even
realizing it. His cock was taking over. My pussy
was taking over my body.

“Yes what?” He questioned.

“Yes, I want to try it,” I responded. “Drill it into
me!”

“Are you sure?” He asked, as if I had any doubt.

Fourth Session

I watched the video and couldn’t believe it. I saw a
picture of myself bent over the kitchen table with my
ass sticking up into the air. My chest was bare and
my tits hung down almost obscenely from my chest. I
never realized my boobs looked so big when I bent
over. What made it worse were the position of my
hands and the angle of the camera. Roberto held my
arms behind me, pulling on them, lifting my head and
upper chest up off the table. My nipples
occasionally touched the cold surface of the table,
which I still remembered clearly in my mind and could
now see on the television. The affect of the
constant nipple teasing kept them hard and erect.

Even worse, my waist was bare and there was a stiff
shaft pointed up at the tight little opening. “Now
just relax Linda,” I heard Roberto talk to me through
speakers of the television set. “Before we start
with the serious fucking, I need to widen you out.
I’m going to start fucking you with a nice, slow
penetration. If you think I am too big for your
tight little twat, just say so and I’ll stop.”

The camera filmed me from the side and showed
everything. Roberto had set it on the kitchen
counter and pointed it towards the subject of
interest, namely my naked body. My heartbeat like
crazy as I watched, just as my heart beat like crazy
when I was being filmed an hour before. I couldn’t
believe I had gone through with it. Two hours ago I
was afraid to show him my naked boobs, and now I was
the star of an X-rated video. I couldn’t believe it.

But how could I resist when he had such a big cock?

On the television screen, Roberto stood behind me
with his long dick upright and at attention. It was
so big; it looked almost as obscene as my plunging
boobs. I couldn’t believe I had taken it all.

In real life, Roberto sat on the couch along side and
watched the show along with me. He put his arm
around my sparsely clad body and held me in a hug. I
again wore my tiny bikini bra around my large melons,
but that was all. My waist remained bare and my
pussy lay exposed.

“This is the best part,” Roberto said as he squeezed
me tight with his arm around my shoulders.

“No! No!” I suddenly heard myself say on the
videotape. “Oh no! Oh no! I can feel it, and it
feels so big!”

Memories flooded into my head as I remembered what it
felt like when he first penetrated me. It was even
wider than I expected. I remembered feeling as
though my cunt was being pulled apart and a steal
shaft was being shoved in-between.

“Oh no! My pussy!” I was shocked hear myself speak
from the television. “Oh my pussy! I can’t open it
any farther!”

“Just a little more,” Roberto said in reply. “You
can do it! The head is almost in!”

“Oh God!” I nearly screamed through the speaker.
“Just the head! Not just the head! No! Oh my God!
I’ve never been opened so far in my life.”

“Just relax,” Roberto spoke some more. “This is the
hard part. As soon as I get the head in, the rest
will easily follow. Just relax that tight little
pussy of yours and let me in. Only eight more inches
to go.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!” I heard myself say. “You’re
too big for me.” I remembered Roberto’s words but
not my own. I couldn’t believe I had been so vocal.
I didn’t realize I talked so openly about being
violated.

“That’s what they all say at first,” Roberto answered
my objection. “But don’t worry! You’ll stretch out
plenty.”

I not only talked, but I could hear myself moaning
and panting as well. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” I cried
between breaths. “How far now? Are you almost in?”

“Relax Linda. Now it gets easier.”

“Oh Roberto, is that really me?” I asked in real life
to the man sitting along side me. “Why didn’t you
tell me to shut up?”

“Because I liked your vocalizations,” He answered.
“Don’t you see, they were perfect for the camera.”

They certainly were, I thought to myself.

His leg brushed up against my bare thigh, reminding
me that I wasn’t wearing any clothing below my chest.
I remembered I was bottomless. Roberto asked me to
stay that way. He said that if I left my lower half
exposed it might get him excited enough to fuck me
again. I naturally agreed.

Roberto was also bottomless. He was topless too. He
didn’t have a single piece of clothing on his entire
body. I could look down and admire his dick as much
as I wanted. It was no longer hard, but it was still
impressive. His bare thigh brushed up against mine,
making me want see his cock hard again.

I remembered what it felt like when it really
happened. Roberto was correct in his prediction. As
soon as the head penetrated, the next few inches of
his shaft went in much easier. I could both see it
and remember it very clearly. I still remembered the
feeling of his cock plowing deeper and deeper into my
body. I remembered feeling every inch. Most of it
went in easy, except for the last two inches.

“Oh God!” I said on the television screen, and then
repeated it live. “Oh Roberto! You’re too big for
me. I’ll never be able to take it all.”

“How does it feel?” Roberto asked on the screen.

“Oh God! It feels like I’ve got the trunk of a tree
screwed up my twat,” I answered.

Roberto laughed both on the television screen and in
real life. “What I mean is, does it hurt at all? Do
you want me to go further?”

“Go further,” I cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me all
the way!”

“Are you sure?” He asked again. “I think I’m about
to hit virgin territory. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me,” I cried out again. “Just
fuck me! I want to feel you so bad!”

I suddenly felt a squeezing around my shoulder. “Hey
Linda, who is that girl on the television screen?”
Roberto jokingly asked. “She sure is a horny little
bitch!”

I glanced up at him in embarrassment. It felt very
humiliating to see myself in such a promiscuous mood,
but it also felt exciting at the same time. I wasn’t
sure how to feel.

“Oh God!” My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by my
own recorded voice. “Oh God, you’re so big!”

“Am I hurting you?” He asked.

“No! Keep pushing! Shove it in further!”

I couldn’t believe my own words. I felt the sudden
urge to get up and run away, but Roberto held me down
tight. I couldn’t believe I could be so promiscuous.
I had to look away.

“No Linda, this is when it really gets good,” Roberto
spoke from beside me. “Keep watching. This is where
I start pumping!”

He turned up the volume and I could hear myself
moaning even louder. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I was
saying with each thrust. “It’s so big! Oh god, it’s
so big.”

He began fucking me, and I mean really fucking! He
started with slow, deliberate thrusts, as if he was
afraid of hurting me if he wen too fast. I was able
to see his waist push tight against my ass every time
he went in. Obviously, he was going all the way in.
I was taking every inch of his monster.

I almost shriveled in my seat. As I watched on the
screen, I clearly remembered what it felt like in
real life. I could almost feel it happening to me
now.

“Oh God! Look at me!” I spoke out loud.

“Yes, look at you,” Roberto agreed. “I don’t believe
a short girl like you was able to take it all.”

He began to fuck faster. I heard myself crying out
and moaning as he did so. I heard myself over the
loudspeaker on the television set, and then heard
myself in real life. I could almost feel it going in
as I watched. I knew what was about to happen.

“And I don’t believe those big tits of yours Linda!”
Roberto went on to say. “Look at those things move!”

I looked and could see they really did move. My big
tits still hung straight down from my body, and as he
fucked me in and out they began moving back and
forth. I looked like a wanton slut.

Then I screamed and I suddenly remembered. I let out
a scream, and Roberto answered with a powerful thrust
deep into my hole. I had an orgasm.

It was the most intense, powerful orgasm I ever had.
Normally, I don’t get orgasms. If I do, they only
come after many minutes of fucking. This one was
quick and sudden. He had only screwed for a few
seconds, perhaps a minute total. And even worse, it
was so wonton and slutty. I had never screamed from
an orgasm before, but there I was on tape.

“Wow!” Roberto spoke from beside me. “Now that was
some good acting.”

Of course, it was really no acting at all. It was
the real thing. And it wasn’t over yet.

Roberto began fucking me some more, except this time
he let go of my arms. He let my tits drop to the
table and my face lay on its side. I looked away
from the camera at first, but he told me to move my
head the other way. I obeyed, and now was able to
look into my own eyes. I could see the sweat and
utter exhaustion on my face.

Roberto also told me to keep my hands behind my back,
which I also did. As a result, my boobs remained
partially exposed. I could see them pressed tight
down against the table, squeezed and pointed out to
the side as though too big to be contained. I wished
I didn’t have such big boobs.

Roberto was still behind me with his shaft buried
deep inside. He now took hold of my thighs and
pushed me back and forth as he fucked. I saw the
side of my face brush up and down against the surface
of the table, and my boobs swayed back and forth.

He plowed his tree trunk of a cock in and out of my
tiny little body. I still couldn’t believe I had
taken it all, but I could still almost feel it inside
me. I was definitely wider now than I was just an
hour before. Roberto said he would ream me out, and
I know he did.

“Want to go at it again?” I heard a voice whispering
in my ear.

I wasn’t sure what I heard. I wasn’t sure if I heard
someone speak from the television or if the words
came from Roberto sitting along side me. But then I
glanced over and saw his big cock standing upright in
the seat. I never even noticed it inflating.
Suddenly, it was just there. Roberto was again
erect. And he was smiling at me.

“Do you mean?” I started to ask.

“You only have to ask for it,” Roberto interrupted.

I glanced at the screen and saw myself being pounded.
I saw Roberto pull his cock almost all the way out of
me hole and then shove it back in again. I let out a
load moan with every stroke, which I also heard
clearly, and saw my plunging tits sway back and forth
with the same time.

“Roberto,” I glanced at his big cock and then looked
up at his face. “Could you fuck me again? Please!
Please, I would really like it if you could fuck me
again!”

“I guess I could be persuaded,” He answered. “Just
let me find a new tape to put in the recorder.”