Another photo shoot today. Same model I hired the other day. She’s absolutely gorgeous, sh
Another photo shoot today. Same model I hired the other day. She’s absolutely gorgeous, she’s got muscles but still is very feminine. She wouldn’t reveal much about herself (not even her real name - the modeling agency hooked me up), but I imagine she’s doing this to get through school. She was pretty clear that she would not reveal her privates, and that it was strictly clothed. I agree, thinking that she didn’t need to take anything off and it’ll still get me off. We get to the location, which is this dark rather scary looking place called the “Arena Bloodworks” and I hand her the clothes I want her to wear - a couple skimpy tops, a plaid short skirt and some high heels. She smiles a little bit, says the outfits are ‘kinda cute’ and goes back to change. She comes back slightly towering over me, and I start getting excited. Her muscular build with the added height from the heels was a stunningly sexy combination and I could start feeling the blood rush into my penis. “Should we start?” she says. I manage to stammer a “uh-huh” while feeling a little something ooze out from my engorged member. She starts her posing and she notices me getting a little uncomfortable. I’m starting to shift my legs to support and encourage the massive erection I have, all while snapping photos. I soon find myself giving myself a little stroke every now and then. She doesn’t seem to mind, and she continues her posing making them a little more suggestive, as to acknowledge my behavior. I do manage to get through the session somehow, resisting the urge to release yet still exciting myself. My alarm on my phone goes off, signaling the end of the session (i only have a limited amount of time for the amount I pay). My penis feels the wetness of the spots I left in my pants from the session. She says, “Ok, thanks that was fun!” and abruptly turns to change. As she is walking back, slightly stilted because of the heels, I can no longer contain myself and start releasing my load. The rippling pulses from my penis don’t seem to stop as I feel the warmness of my release ooze through my pants. I don’t think she noticed my climax event, and I didn’t stick around either. Needless to say, it was challenging and uncomfortable to go home, where I reviewed the photos I took earlier and..well, relived those moments from the photo session again. -- source link