Strip Naked For Your Photographer update

“Say that I have the best tits you’ve ever seen,” Emma continued, her voice mercilessly sultry as she ran her hands over her breasts, their size incredible, filling her bra and easily filling her hands.

“They’re the best… the best ever… I’ve never seen anything as good as them!”

“That’s right,” Emma sneered playfully. “You haven’t.”

She unclasped her bra, flinging it away. Without it, her breasts settled a little lower, giving into the sheer heft of their size, but they still barely drooped. Big and round, the nipples hard, they jutted proudly into the camera’s viewfinder.

“Oh Jesus,” he panted, taking shot after shot until he was all out of film. 

It did seem impossible to capture the majesty of Emma’s cleavage in only one picture. They were large, soft, and heavy, the nipples firm and erect, the areolas large and bubblegum pink in a girlish touch. The two lovely mounds drew apart a little under their weight, but were still so perky that they seemed to defy gravity, standing out so high despite their massive size.

“I suppose you’ll want to remember these,” Emma teased. “Especially later on… when you’re alone. Is there anything else you’ll be thinking of?”

Now she wore only her thigh-high boots, which somehow made her seem more naked than ever with their contrast to the creamy skin that was fully bared at her hips, her belly, her chest—above her toned thighs, all she wore was a pair of earrings. Diamond, of course.

“Why don’t you turn around?” he wheezed, unable to believe his own audacity in asking to see more of her. But he knew that every inch of her had to be commemorated. He couldn’t possibly be satisfied with only her breasts, delicious as they were. He needed all of her, even if only in his photographs. “Turn around and kneel like you’re… like you’re…”

“Like this?” Emma asked, turning and kneeling down, her hands on her thighs, her head turned to display her profile, even as her ass dominated any possible pose she might strike. It was plump and round, smooth as polished marble, and as Emma breathed, it glistened and rippled with slight undulations. He could only imagine the amazing convulsions it would go through if he spanked it…

“Yes… just like that…” the man breathed, feeling lightheaded. He flashed more pictures. “Your ass is perfect.”

“It should be, with the kind of thrones I sit in. And the kind of laps.” She put her hands at the small of her back, fingers trickling down her rounded buttocks, drumming on their voluptuous heft. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? Say it. Say you want my ass. Say you want my cunt. Say it, you sniveling little coward, or you don’t even deserve to look at them!”

“Alright!” he cried, setting down his camera. “I want you. I want to fuck you. Jesus, my pants are too tight, my cock feels like it’s going to break in half—“

“Don’t you dare take it out!” Emma said stridently, standing and turning to him to show herself off from her bare pussy to her heaving breasts. He groaned, a damp spot appearing at his crotch where precum was seeping into his underwear and pants. “We have to establish some ground rules before we play the game.”

“Like what?” he gasped, feeling hot as a furnace.

“Oh, very simple ones. I know not too much blood is getting to your brain right now. The game is to get me off. You can only use your hands. If you do it, then you get my pussy. But if you don’t—if you come before I do—I fuck you in the ass. And if you think my tits are big, you should see my strap. So. Think you have—“

“I’ll do it,” he said, cutting her off before she could finish her pitch.

Emma smiled lopsidedly at his impertinence. “Good luck. I’m rooting for you. I won’t even think about baseball.”

He went to her, taking her in his arms, and kissing her madly. Their lips melted together passionately and he tasted the bittersweet champagne tingle of her lips. Her tongue snaked against his, perfectly cajoling it into pleasure until he felt like he would come in his pants. 

His hands went behind her. He fanned out his fingers on her fat ass, his fingers grabbing, squeezing, massaging the plumpness of her buttocks. Emma felt the hardness of his bulging erection as he pulled their bodies together. It throbbed against her pubis with impressive vigor. Emma canted her hips to his like she was being drawn into the gravity of his desire for her.

“Please… please make me come…” she mewled, her voice quivering with mocking artifice. “I wanna let you fuck me so bad. You know I’m wet and tight and I’ll come so hard on your cock, but you have to earn it. You have to show my pussy you know what it likes.”

He kept playing with her ass. His prick felt like a soda bottle that had been shaken up. He broke their kiss and brought his hand down between her legs. His middle finger slid inside of her, feeling the fiery tightness that she had promised him.

“Ooooh! Hnng! Now tell me that isn’t a tight little pussy!” Emma gulped. “Feel it milking your finger? Imagine that around your cock. I won’t stop riding until I get every drop of cum out of you. Or maybe you can top me. Just imagine climbing on top of me and hammering that prick down into my cunt. All you have to do is make me come. And that finger feels good in my pussy—it feels so good…”

With his other hand on her ass, holding her steady, he fucked her cunt with his finger. Emma gyrated as if dancing to his fingering, pushing her voluptuous hips against him, rubbing against the hard-on that so distended his pants. From her sultry smile, it was obvious she enjoyed offering her pussy to a man this way, rubbing it against him, promising it to him if he were good enough to please her. As she undulated her belly, she felt his manhood pulsing against her flesh. He had a big cock too. Emma hoped he could use it as well as his finger.

“Can you find my clit, baby? A little clit rubdown would feel soooo nice right about now. It might just be the thing to push me over the edge…”

Emma had let a lot of men finger her, but his long, thin finger hooked into her cunt and thrilled her G-spot like he was taking a picture. While taunting him, making him want to get her off as much as he wanted to come himself, gave her the familiar sizzle of dominance. As good as she was at fucking and as well as she knew her own body, she could never get off on masturbation the way she did on tantalizing some poor sap. She simply couldn’t want to climax as much as she made a man want to fuck her.

He crushed his mouth to hers, his wetly sluicing tongue slicking into her lips. Then he was kissing her—down her pointed chin, over her graceful neck, and finally he was bent over her, his tongue sloshing over her honeydew breasts. He licked their potent roundness, then opened his mouth wide and sealed his lips over a fat nipple.

“Jeeeezz!” Emma keened. “I suppose that is an easier target than my clit…”