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I would not have believed it possible, but it happened. I have heard it said that more all less any woman will fall for enough flattery and clearly that is what occurred to me. I have actually been quite shy all my life and that is what made it all the more surprising.
I was travelling home from work on the train, a bit later than usual. Being a bit later it wasn’t quite so crowded so I had a seat and was enjoying a bit of a read, a nice girly book I had been promising myself as a guilty pleasure. Very lightweight, nothing to heavy duty.
A couple of nice enough looking fellows came and sat in my section of the carriage and engaged me in casual chat. I was a bit put out ‘cause I wanted to read, but male attention, other than my husband was quite nice, and they were a bit younger than me and cheekyish.
They had an agenda. They were doing a photographic study of commuters and wanted to ‘study’ me. They especially needed a woman, my age (mid 40s) to complete the set. A few photos on the train, now or the next day or so. First here on the train in natural light, and then afterwards a few in their studio at leisure so to speak. I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of it but they were persistent and flattering and took a few quick shots au naturel without permission and by the miracle of wifi produced the results on a tablet instantly... the pictures were good, they were clearly really photographers.
I sort of agreed but wanted to make sure I looked a bit more like it and had a chance to ‘do my face.’ But they didn’t want that, just normal work style. In the studio I could glam up a bit.
TSo we settled on photos for the next day on the train and they wanted to know if I had a sexier skirt, pencil or tighter fitting and black, that would make better shots on the train. So when they found me the next day I was in my tightest skirt, black stockings AND heels, and the more formal business look that caused a stir at work all day. In fact I received a few very near the knuckle comments because I looked so sexy...
They photographed me sitting staring into space, with my book, on my mobile and all the usual things we do everyday on the train. They also had me standing holding a high rail from behind..... they said they liked my legs and ‘bum’ and wanted to show it off a little bit. They were very nice and cheeky and I liked this attention. After all the years of marriage a little bit of the excitement fades, this was a rather unexpected and pleasant diversion.
We arranged a time for a studio shoot. What should I wear? And the answer came back very quickly, sexy business wear again. They suggested that sexy undies would be a god idea too because it would make me ‘feel the part.’ They also suggested a couple of changes of clothes something a bit more casual perhaps; make sure to bring stockings to show off my ‘gorgeous legs.’
I wasn’t sure the studio shoot was such a good idea, too much emphasis on sexy and who were they anyway. But they showed me their portfolio to reassure me and their pics were good. And nothing too inappropriate.
‘Gorgeous legs’ sounded nice, they were young and had noticed the shape of my legs, which I thought was my best feature. Still I was a bit uneasy but in for a penny and all that.
When I got to the studio I was shown to an anti room where I could change and make up, do my hair etc. as requested we started with smart business wear, tight black skirt, black stockings and heels, crisp white blouse and a red fitted jacket. The backdrop was austere, plain off white canvass there were fans for effects and lights and filters everywhere plus cameras, lenses and computers, these guys were proper photographers, no doubt, that was conforting. There was a stool in place in front of the canvass, plus odd chairs and reclining couches off to one side.
On the stool, cross legged leaning forward, jacket off, fans on to make my hair blow.
Undo a button or two...what? You’re gorgeous, undo a button or two, it will be sexy.
So I did, it would be sexy it was nice to be thought of ‘that way.’
Undo a couple more...what? a couple more buttons, it will be even more sexy.
A little more reluctantly I did... more pictures and many lovely compliments.
Unhook the bra...what? No way... come on love, it will be really sexy.... I don’t think so.... ok just do it and we will fire off a couple of shots and you can decide if we should keep or delete or go on, it’s no more than any woman on a beach does nowadays. How is it more than topless on the beach... maybe they were right.
So I reached behind and through my blouse I unhooked the bra, unsure what I was supposed to do next.
They fired off a few more shots, but didn’t show me. The photographer got his sidekick to ‘arrange me,’ not asking this time, he reached inside my blouse and pushed my bra upwards, revealing my breasts, he opened the blouse, no request, just did it. They complimented themselves this time on finding me and commenting how good they were at their job.
They shot a few more then told me to cup my breasts, and I did.... caress my nipples, pout my lips.... run my tongue around my lips in a sexy way, squeeze my own breasts.... and I just complied.
I have always been shy, honestly. I have never had a sexy shot taken before, not even by my husband when he first got a digital camera... and I made him delete one he took of me secretly in the bath. So how was it in front of strangers i was semi naked and acting like a porno model slut?
The sidekick came forward and unceremoniously removed my blouse and bra, I was topless and a few more shots were taken. The sidekick came behind me and then helped himself to a handful.... no request, and I let him. He kissed my neck and I leaned to one side to accommodate it. He came round and placed his mouth on my breast and touched my leg.
OMG, what were they going to do next?
I seemed to be unable to stop them and whilst my brain said this is wrong, my whole being said, it’s rather nice to be treated as a woman not a wife.
Well next they got me off the stool and moved it off screen and replaced it with a sofa big enough for an army. I was laid back on that and a few shots were reeled off with me in sexy repost and then the sidekick came back and recommenced touching me. He pushed my skirt upwards and I started to object but that made no difference to them. I had to comply with all instructions, raising my bum to allow the skirt to be pushed up to my waist. I could have left, they weren’t forcing me, I was just paralysed into obidence.
My pretty lacy knickers and hold ups were on full display. I lay back and obliged when the asked for me to open my legs a bit wider...wider and then very wide, one leg over the back of the sofa and one on the floor. I was to touch myself, stroking the insides of my legs, and across my crotch, rubbing my love lips through the panty material.... rub the clit... yes rub it..... and I was getting rather hot, hot between the legs that is.
I hadn’t noticed the sidekick strip off, he was down to his boxers and he approached, the photos kept being taken. Oh my, I had never been unfaithful to my husband, well not properly unfaithful. But that was inevitably about to change.
He approached and dropped his shorts, he was standing to attention and I didn’t need to be told to stroke it. And I did, but he wanted more and leaned over my face, no instruction needed I opened my mouth, and in it went, no ceremony, deep inside. He was holding my head forcing it onto his stiff rod. The photographer was close up now clicking away, and out of the corner of my eye I could see his trousers and undwear were off too, he was photographing with a hard on. I was getting excited, I had never been with two men, and that was about to change too.
The camera exchanged hands and my mouth was visited by a new cock, OMG. And more, I could feel the elastic of my pants being tugged, I couldn’t see because I had a mouthful but I raised my hips again and my pants were removed and I felt fingers massaging, probing and then a tongue lapping between my legs.
The cock left my mouth, I was unceremoniously dragged down the sofa, my legs held open and wham, I was being properly unfaithful, I had a wet cunt full of a young man’s hard cock and he was ridding me....smile for the camera...I turned to look, I was being photographed whilst being ridden.... smile you bitch...so I did.... gasp and moan for the video...what video, you never mentioned a video.... just do it whore.... so I moaned and put on a show for an unseen video....
I was stood up, turned round and taken from behind, the second man sat and I was spit roasted whilst the seated man took close up pictures. The guy fucking me from behind spoke... all women when confronted with a camera expose their true whore nature, virtually every woman that comes here ends up fucking us... only one ever walked out... we don’t have to force anyone because when there is a camera and a little flattery women just naturally open their legs willingly, just like you are and take cock for as long as we can keep it up. Married women, single women, spinsters, old women, young women nurses, lawyers and we even had a nun once... OMG. He went on for ages describing how they fucked woman after willing woman, all the time thrusting into my own willing love tunnel... I came over and over which amused them both...
They both came inside me, they both had me a second time and once they were done they simply chucked me out with barely time to clean up and get changed. They told me they had no need for a model release licence, they would publish the pictures and vid were they pleased and if I wanted to object I knew were to find them, I could sue them.
I have never seen the pictures they took I would love to see them, but they will not talk to me now they had their way.
I quite liked being a porno model, if you want me to model for you.... why not get in touch.
I was travelling home from work on the train, a bit later than usual. Being a bit later it wasn’t quite so crowded so I had a seat and was enjoying a bit of a read, a nice girly book I had been promising myself as a guilty pleasure. Very lightweight, nothing to heavy duty.
A couple of nice enough looking fellows came and sat in my section of the carriage and engaged me in casual chat. I was a bit put out ‘cause I wanted to read, but male attention, other than my husband was quite nice, and they were a bit younger than me and cheekyish.
They had an agenda. They were doing a photographic study of commuters and wanted to ‘study’ me. They especially needed a woman, my age (mid 40s) to complete the set. A few photos on the train, now or the next day or so. First here on the train in natural light, and then afterwards a few in their studio at leisure so to speak. I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of it but they were persistent and flattering and took a few quick shots au naturel without permission and by the miracle of wifi produced the results on a tablet instantly... the pictures were good, they were clearly really photographers.
I sort of agreed but wanted to make sure I looked a bit more like it and had a chance to ‘do my face.’ But they didn’t want that, just normal work style. In the studio I could glam up a bit.
TSo we settled on photos for the next day on the train and they wanted to know if I had a sexier skirt, pencil or tighter fitting and black, that would make better shots on the train. So when they found me the next day I was in my tightest skirt, black stockings AND heels, and the more formal business look that caused a stir at work all day. In fact I received a few very near the knuckle comments because I looked so sexy...
They photographed me sitting staring into space, with my book, on my mobile and all the usual things we do everyday on the train. They also had me standing holding a high rail from behind..... they said they liked my legs and ‘bum’ and wanted to show it off a little bit. They were very nice and cheeky and I liked this attention. After all the years of marriage a little bit of the excitement fades, this was a rather unexpected and pleasant diversion.
We arranged a time for a studio shoot. What should I wear? And the answer came back very quickly, sexy business wear again. They suggested that sexy undies would be a god idea too because it would make me ‘feel the part.’ They also suggested a couple of changes of clothes something a bit more casual perhaps; make sure to bring stockings to show off my ‘gorgeous legs.’
I wasn’t sure the studio shoot was such a good idea, too much emphasis on sexy and who were they anyway. But they showed me their portfolio to reassure me and their pics were good. And nothing too inappropriate.
‘Gorgeous legs’ sounded nice, they were young and had noticed the shape of my legs, which I thought was my best feature. Still I was a bit uneasy but in for a penny and all that.
When I got to the studio I was shown to an anti room where I could change and make up, do my hair etc. as requested we started with smart business wear, tight black skirt, black stockings and heels, crisp white blouse and a red fitted jacket. The backdrop was austere, plain off white canvass there were fans for effects and lights and filters everywhere plus cameras, lenses and computers, these guys were proper photographers, no doubt, that was conforting. There was a stool in place in front of the canvass, plus odd chairs and reclining couches off to one side.
On the stool, cross legged leaning forward, jacket off, fans on to make my hair blow.
Undo a button or two...what? You’re gorgeous, undo a button or two, it will be sexy.
So I did, it would be sexy it was nice to be thought of ‘that way.’
Undo a couple more...what? a couple more buttons, it will be even more sexy.
A little more reluctantly I did... more pictures and many lovely compliments.
Unhook the bra...what? No way... come on love, it will be really sexy.... I don’t think so.... ok just do it and we will fire off a couple of shots and you can decide if we should keep or delete or go on, it’s no more than any woman on a beach does nowadays. How is it more than topless on the beach... maybe they were right.
So I reached behind and through my blouse I unhooked the bra, unsure what I was supposed to do next.
They fired off a few more shots, but didn’t show me. The photographer got his sidekick to ‘arrange me,’ not asking this time, he reached inside my blouse and pushed my bra upwards, revealing my breasts, he opened the blouse, no request, just did it. They complimented themselves this time on finding me and commenting how good they were at their job.
They shot a few more then told me to cup my breasts, and I did.... caress my nipples, pout my lips.... run my tongue around my lips in a sexy way, squeeze my own breasts.... and I just complied.
I have always been shy, honestly. I have never had a sexy shot taken before, not even by my husband when he first got a digital camera... and I made him delete one he took of me secretly in the bath. So how was it in front of strangers i was semi naked and acting like a porno model slut?
The sidekick came forward and unceremoniously removed my blouse and bra, I was topless and a few more shots were taken. The sidekick came behind me and then helped himself to a handful.... no request, and I let him. He kissed my neck and I leaned to one side to accommodate it. He came round and placed his mouth on my breast and touched my leg.
OMG, what were they going to do next?
I seemed to be unable to stop them and whilst my brain said this is wrong, my whole being said, it’s rather nice to be treated as a woman not a wife.
Well next they got me off the stool and moved it off screen and replaced it with a sofa big enough for an army. I was laid back on that and a few shots were reeled off with me in sexy repost and then the sidekick came back and recommenced touching me. He pushed my skirt upwards and I started to object but that made no difference to them. I had to comply with all instructions, raising my bum to allow the skirt to be pushed up to my waist. I could have left, they weren’t forcing me, I was just paralysed into obidence.
My pretty lacy knickers and hold ups were on full display. I lay back and obliged when the asked for me to open my legs a bit wider...wider and then very wide, one leg over the back of the sofa and one on the floor. I was to touch myself, stroking the insides of my legs, and across my crotch, rubbing my love lips through the panty material.... rub the clit... yes rub it..... and I was getting rather hot, hot between the legs that is.
I hadn’t noticed the sidekick strip off, he was down to his boxers and he approached, the photos kept being taken. Oh my, I had never been unfaithful to my husband, well not properly unfaithful. But that was inevitably about to change.
He approached and dropped his shorts, he was standing to attention and I didn’t need to be told to stroke it. And I did, but he wanted more and leaned over my face, no instruction needed I opened my mouth, and in it went, no ceremony, deep inside. He was holding my head forcing it onto his stiff rod. The photographer was close up now clicking away, and out of the corner of my eye I could see his trousers and undwear were off too, he was photographing with a hard on. I was getting excited, I had never been with two men, and that was about to change too.
The camera exchanged hands and my mouth was visited by a new cock, OMG. And more, I could feel the elastic of my pants being tugged, I couldn’t see because I had a mouthful but I raised my hips again and my pants were removed and I felt fingers massaging, probing and then a tongue lapping between my legs.
The cock left my mouth, I was unceremoniously dragged down the sofa, my legs held open and wham, I was being properly unfaithful, I had a wet cunt full of a young man’s hard cock and he was ridding me....smile for the camera...I turned to look, I was being photographed whilst being ridden.... smile you bitch...so I did.... gasp and moan for the video...what video, you never mentioned a video.... just do it whore.... so I moaned and put on a show for an unseen video....
I was stood up, turned round and taken from behind, the second man sat and I was spit roasted whilst the seated man took close up pictures. The guy fucking me from behind spoke... all women when confronted with a camera expose their true whore nature, virtually every woman that comes here ends up fucking us... only one ever walked out... we don’t have to force anyone because when there is a camera and a little flattery women just naturally open their legs willingly, just like you are and take cock for as long as we can keep it up. Married women, single women, spinsters, old women, young women nurses, lawyers and we even had a nun once... OMG. He went on for ages describing how they fucked woman after willing woman, all the time thrusting into my own willing love tunnel... I came over and over which amused them both...
They both came inside me, they both had me a second time and once they were done they simply chucked me out with barely time to clean up and get changed. They told me they had no need for a model release licence, they would publish the pictures and vid were they pleased and if I wanted to object I knew were to find them, I could sue them.
I have never seen the pictures they took I would love to see them, but they will not talk to me now they had their way.
I quite liked being a porno model, if you want me to model for you.... why not get in touch.
Lizbeth
- 15.06.2022
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