Kerry was my first model. I hadn’t found out about Model Mayhem yet and had advertised in the local paper, in the adult section. Kerry saw the ad … she had an ad in the paper at the same time; Kerry is an escort.
When she came to the studio she looked the part, in her sexy hi-heel shoes, her sooo fashionable all-torn-jeans and her leather jacket. The best part was that she was utterly uninhibited and, after a brief introduction, undressed without any fuss.
The stages of her undressing were memorable in their own right … under her leather jacket she wore a cute camisole-cum-corset, and a sexy bra. I couldn’t help thinking, OMG, I hope I won’t be led astray here. We right away took some photos before she got all her gear off - just to get used to each other, I guess ... but when I did the shot with her bra on I thought, this will be interesting - her breasts were huge! And I am a breast man, regular readers may recall.
We talked a bit, to get to know each other and when her bra came off I was intrigued ... it was clear her breasts were enhanced. She said she ‘had them done’ as long as seventeen years ago. Wow, now I wondered how old she was ... she said forty+; she told me she had her breasts enhanced when there were the very first signs of them wanting to droop.
I wanted to know what got her into doing sex work. Well, she had been sexually active since age thirteen and once she was sixteen, she began to ‘freelance’, lying about her age. She needed sex at least twice a day, right from the start ... and she quickly decided not to give it away for free any longer. So there.
And how much sex had she had today? None, she said, with a cheeky smile. Hmmm … anyway, we were still busy with her breasts, taking photos, putting them into the right light. I wondered how it feels to have the implants … no issue, she said, she had gotten used to it quickly. And I should touch them, give them a squeeze, to see they felt totally natural. Oh dear. I did, and they did.
But, dear reader, you can probably guess how this story will progress. Once the shoot was a wrap, Kerry asked me if I’d like to have sex. Well, I have to say, my cock sprang to attention, and - wouldn’t you know it - she had a condom in her bag. As it turned out it wasn’t so much a question of whether I’d like to have sex, but that she wanted - needed? - sex … right now! She proceeded with feeling my crotch and when she came across my hard cock - remember that she was stark naked - she quickly unzipped me and whipped my cock out and into her mouth.
What was I to do? In hindsight I should have … ahhh, never mind. Kerry had let go of my cock with her mouth, grabbed it and quickly put the condom on, as efficiently as only a professional can. As she turned around, she directed my cock toward her pussy. She leaned over at the table, bent down and projected her ass and her cunt toward me. It didn’t require much work from me to put my cock in position and penetrate her … she thrust herself against me, holding my cock in place and - voila! - we were fucking. Or rather, she was fucking me ... nice.
Kerry knew what she was doing, she knew how to satisfy herself and she didn’t neglect me in the process … which altogether was not of much duration. She had her orgasm within just a few minutes, and I obliged with following suit. Just as soon as she had said: “Sex? Yes? No?” we were done … satisfied, relaxed, joking, dressing, packing up ... “cheers mate, that was great, thanks; see'ya.”
p.s.
here's a little bit of real-life gossip ...
Kerry had been a Playboy model and
she knew Hugh Hefner. She sent him
our photos of her 'minge'. He emailed
back, saying it was one of the best
pussy shots he had seen. Honest!
