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get laid. Not to be some kind of porno star and I'm not some kind of exhibitionist.

I didn't answer the email, but two days later I received another invitation. John assured me that no one would see my face; I could use a pseudonym. Oh, and there was money involved. Significant money. They would fly me to California for the shoot. John assured me that everything would be done very professionally.

I had some vacation time from work. I got a wax.

Still skeptical, I got on the plane.

I was met at the airport by John Marner. My heart skipped a beat. Then it was pounding. I could feel my panties leaking; just like they leaked when I read those wonderful comments. You know the ones about my edible pussy?

Why? John Marner was the most gorgeous, handsomest man I'd ever seen. If he wanted to see my pussy right now, he could. If he wanted to do more than see it, I'd be on my back in a heartbeat. If he wanted, I'd be on my knees in a nanosecond.

We got in a limo, "Julie, this is my assistant, Marlene Hornbach. She'll take care of anything you need. Other than the photographer, Marlene will be the only one in the room. She'll be holding a robe for you."

"Nice to meet you, Julie. Our photographer, Phil will make you look beautiful, sexy and elegant." The woman might have been in her fifties. She seemed like a mom.

"Julie," said John, "since you've agreed to be photographed, I've been in touch with magazines, websites and a variety of other outlets."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"For you, it means, that your compensation has doubled," he laughed.

"And so has ours," Marlene smiled. She reached in her briefcase and pulled out a check. It was for more than I made in a year, and remember, I had a good job.

"Is this for real?"

They assured me that it was.

"Once you're settled in the hotel, Marlene and I will take you to dinner. The shoot will take place tomorrow. Marlene will meet you in the hotel lobby at eleven o'clock."

"Julie, we don't start too early out here."

After dinner, Marlene excused herself. "Julie, I'll see you in the morning. You young people enjoy the rest of your evening."

John and I had coffee after dinner. I wasn't sure if he was going to hit on me. Do you know how long it was since I'd been fucked? Rhetorical question: ten months and eleven days.

"John, this hotel is wonderful. I'd like to show you my room."

"Julie, we should keep this a professional relationship, however, in person you're much more beautiful than I expected. I'm finding you irresistible. I find your offer irresistible."

We left. In the elevator we kissed. Thankfully, we had it to ourselves. We didn't just kiss, our tongues were in action. John's hands were all over my tits; my hand was rubbing his crotch. And this was before we got to my floor or my room.

We couldn't get out of our clothes fast enough once I closed the door to my room.

I don't know if any of you ladies have found this. When I was with a boy, he wanted my titties. He went home happy if he got to feel me up and suck on them.

Men are different. They want PUSSY. They want to play with it; they want to fuck it, and if you're lucky they want to eat it.

That was John Marner. Oh, he did my titties, but he knew exactly what to do with his fingers. As I said, I have a large, prominent clitoris. His fingers had it engorged and my pussy wet. My first orgasm, my first orgasm in ages had me humping those fingers.

I was stroking his cock furiously. It would be too much to ask for this gorgeous man, who knew how to press my buttons, to have a big cock. He didn't.

His uncut cock was just about average, but after the drought of ten months eleven days I'd been through, it didn't matter.

After that first orgasm, "Julie, I'd love to taste your lovely pussy. I've seen it (of course he had in the pictures I'd sent); I've played with it, let me eat it."

I know you'll be shocked to know that I said ‘no.' "John, please, my pussy wants your cock. I need you to fuck me."

It may not have been the biggest, but at the moment it was just what I needed.

To top it off, John didn't fuck me; he made love to me. Don't get me wrong, we banged the shit out of each other, but the way he fucked, it was like my pussy was being made love to.

And he lasted and lasted. We rolled around on the bed. Before we finished, I'd been on top, and he'd fucked me like a dog. We finished with me on my back.

Later that night, we started fooling around again. "Julie, give me a minute."

John jumped out of bed. I smiled; he was already hard. I thought it strange when he turned on all the lights in the hotel room. "Julie, I'm sure pictures don‘t do justice to how beautiful your pussy is."

He crawled up from the bottom of the bed and spread my legs. He'd seen the pictures; we'd fucked but I was somewhat embarrassed when he had my legs spread as far as possible. Don't ask me why.

My recently waxed pussy was all his.

"Julie, you have the most beautiful pussy. Those pictures really didn't do it justice." He just looked for a few moments, which I thought was kind of strange.

Then he started. I mean his tongue started. Of course, I'd been eaten before, but apparently I'd been eaten by boys. This was a man; a man who knew exactly how to eat a woman; perhaps not every woman, but he knew how to eat me.

Earlier, his fingers gave me an orgasm, and then his cock, now I was in heaven. His tongue was beyond marvelous. His tongue was so gentle; his tongue seemed to be attached to my clitoris. His tongue made me cum and cum.

We started with him between my legs. Later, I was on top, fucking his face. His tongue still attached to my clitoris. John orchestrated the whole thing. We didn't end up fucking; I was exhausted. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. I slept in his arms.

I was content. John was in the shower when I woke up. I just laid there with a smile on my face. When he came back to bed, I did something I'd never done before. "John, you were wonderful to me last night. I hope I can be as wonderful to you this morning. How about a blowjob to start the day?"

It's not that I'd never given a blowjob before; lots actually. It's just that I'd never verbalized it like that. I mean I'd never been that blunt. I didn't apologize for being rusty. I just sucked.

I may have been rusty, but I was enthusiastic, and because John's cock wasn't really, really big, it wasn't a chore to suck. I don't know about you, but I've been with a few guys with real big ones; they're a lot of work.

When I finished; and by the way he was tasty, I crawled up and snuggled on his chest.

In a little while, "Julie, in about an hour Marlene will be here."

"Oh shit, it's been such a great night, I almost forgot."

I rushed into the shower. I'd planned on doing a little ‘gardening' just in case, but there wasn't time. I was in a bit of a panic, but then remembered two things. One, it was just three days ago I got a wax. How much stubble could there be?

Secondly, I thought about the night and the morning I'd had. I'd hit the trifecta: a great fuck; some amazing pussy eating and I'd sucked a really good cock this morning. I hope John thought so.

John was gone when I got out of the shower. He left me a note, "see you after the shoot." I hope that meant that he'd want a replay of last night and I have to admit I definitely wanted a replay of this morning's blowjob.

I'd bought a new dress which I thought was sexy. It was designed for going out at night and showed a lot of everything. Also, I'd bought a very risqué bra and panty set.

Only now, I began to realize what the shoot was all about. It wouldn't matter what I wore, would it?

Marlene called just as I'd finished putting on my make-up and slipping on my dress. She was in the lobby waiting.

On the ride to the studio, Marlene explained how it would all work and had me sign a contract.

I was so happy when I met Phil. Phil was Phyllis and like Marlene might have been in her fifties. I was thinking the photographer might be some guy who would drool while photographing me.

"Nice to meet you, Julie. The photos you sent look lovely, and you have the most delightful vagina, I'll try to make it look even more inviting for our readers; I mean viewers," she laughed.

I was comfortable with her immediately.

"For now, just take off your dress. I want to take a few shots with your panties on."

Marlene was right off camera, holding a robe, should I become uncomfortable.

"Julie, we have some other panties, all brand new, that Phil likes to use."

Over the next half hour, Phil photographed me wearing a thong and even crotchless panties which I thought felt weird.

Then it was time, and to my great surprise, Phil used make-up. "I like to make your vagina look lighter and sometimes darker. We'll see which ones, maybe all of them look the best."

Who ever heard of vaginal make-up? Certainly not me.

"Julie, don't think you're vagina isn't perfect, it's just how professionals work," Marlene eased my anxiety.

I was on my back, on my knees; all different positions. I thought this might take an hour or so.

Two hours later we broke for lunch. John had sandwiches sent in. When the delivery guy arrived, Marlene met him at the door. I was nowhere to be found, and I had the robe on.

After lunch, Marlene said, "Julie, don't be upset with John, but he told me that you have the most beautiful breasts."

I blushed. Did he blab anything else about last night, and especially this morning? I was embarrassed.

She continued, "one of our other on-line magazines features just breasts. Here let me show you."

She opened her tablet. There were breasts and more breasts, or as the magazine called them ‘tits.' White ones, black ones, brown ones. Big and small ones. "They pay good money for just the right shots. Phil knows how to make breasts look fabulous."

John had seen all of me, and Marlene and Phil had seen most of me. I didn't give much thought to now showing off my titties.

Just like when Phil photographed my vagina, it took her more than an hour to do my breasts. I was in every position imaginable. Using make-up, I had dark and light nipples; I had brown areola and sometimes very pink. Sometimes, my nipples were erect and sometimes not.

I'd worked up a sweat under Phil's lighting. When we finished, "Julie, there's a bathroom back here with a shower. It has everything a girl needs, and I assure you, it's very private." It was a little late for the privacy thing with Marlene and Phil. Yeah, and John, too.

I'd never asked about the flight back home. Now, I was hoping that it was tomorrow, and I'd get to spend the rest of the day and night with John. In the shower, I took care of what little growth, and there was very little. I was as smooth as I was when I walked out of the waxing salon.

It was glorious day and night. I did spend it with John. I spent it on my back and on my knees. He was the most amazing lover. The fucking was amazing; the pussy eating was amazing and you'd have to ask him but I thought the cocksucking was amazing.

We got no sleep. I slept on the plane back to Charlotte.

I thought that was the end of it, but there was more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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