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Candid Camera
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PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Candid Camera"
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I had spent two years in college learning everything there
is to know about photography, and figured that when I graduated
all I had to do was wait for the best job offer to come along.
It didn't work out that way.
There just aren't a lot of jobs available for people who want
to take artistic pictures.
I tried the freelance scene for a while, but you wouldn't
believe the number of people who are willing to give away good
pictures for bank calendars just so they can see their name in
print! That makes the pickings really meagre for those of us who
want to earn a living at it, and the few pictures I did manage to
sell barely covered the cost of the film.
As it ended up, I took a job at a local camera store just so
I could pay the rent. The money wasn't so great, but at least I
could eat regularly.
I spent my days behind the counter selling cameras and sending
film away for processing. Three days a week I worked alone in the
store, and on the weekends the owner would work also. The work
wasn't too bad, and the hours were pretty good, but I missed the
challenge of taking good photographs.
Then one day I got a brilliant idea.
I asked the owner if we could turn the storage room into a
studio. That way we could bring more money into the store, and
possibly I could get a raise. He said that I could set it up and
run it, he would be willing to invest the money. The raise however
would depend on how much business we got.
About a month later the studio was ready and we put ads in
the paper and a big sign in the window. We didn't do too badly for
a while, taking pictures of kids and such, but it wasn't enough to
say we were a booming success. Then my big break came.
I was working in the store alone one day when this tall
beautiful blond came in and asked if I did model portfolios. It
seemed that she had sent away to a modelling agency for information
about becoming a model, and they had written back saying that if
she would send a portfolio that they would look at it.
Her name was Sandy, and I told her that I was one of the best
portrait photographers around. She made an appointment, and two
days later I shot off three rolls of film on her giving her enough
for a good portfolio.
About two weeks later she came back though.
It seems that the agency liked her pictures, but they said
without a few cheesecake shots, her portfolio wasn't complete.
Sandy asked me what 'cheesecake' shots were, and when I told
her that they meant semi-nude pictures, I thought she'd leave in a
huff. Instead she asked if I could do them. That posed a problem
for me!
You see, Sandy is the kind of girl that gives you a hard-on
with just a smile. Long blonde silky hair, pale blue eyes and a
body that looks like a blue print for a roller-coaster, all curves,
and big curves at that.
She said that she wanted me to take the pictures but asked if
I do it without looking at her.
I told her that I'd be willing to take the pictures, but that
I couldn't do it blindfolded. I also told her that she should
think of me like she would a doctor. I was just a professional
doing my job.
The words sounded good, but the growing, throbbing bulge in my
groin told me that there was no way I could keep my cool if this
luscious babe started to peel her clothes off.
I told her to think about it and if she still wanted to do it
to come back the next day around six. I told her that I would make
sure that there would be no interruptions, and that we would take
the time and effort to get some really good exposures.
Well the next day rolled around and at about quarter after
six, I thought that Sandy had changed her mind and decided to
forget the whole thing, when she walked in. I say walked in but
what she really did was make an entrance. She was wearing a
halter top that was so tight that I could see her pointed nipples
trying to stab through the nearly sheer material! Her midriff was
bare to below her navel and then she had on a pair of satin
shorts. Instant hard-on if you know what I mean!
I told her to relax, while I went and locked the door and put
the closed sign up. I turned on the answering machine and then
turned my attention back to Sandy.
I could tell that even though she was dressed to cause wet
dreams, she was still a bit reluctant to take off her clothes.
Well she certainly had the right equipment, but she was also right
about my ability to manipulation a camera and filters to bring out
her best features.
She told me that she wanted the picture to look tasteful and
artistic, and that she wanted to look like she was a professional
nude model. Then she turned to me and asked if it was just her, or
was it getting warm in the studio. I told her that I had turned
the heat up so that she wouldn't catch a chill since this would
take about two hours. I then asked her if she was ready to begin.
Sandy said she was, but where should she disrobe. I told her that
if she would feel better about it she could use the washroom, but
then she would have to come out naked. I told her that she might
feel more comfortable if she just undressed right there.
She blushed and said she couldn't believe she was going
through with this, and then took off her top. As soon as I saw
those beautiful boobs I knew that I better do something or else by
the time she got to her shorts, I'd be ready to blow my load into
my shorts. I tried to remain calm about the whole thing reminding
myself that I was being paid to do a job, and that I better be
professional about it. When I had all the lights turned on and my
film loaded I turned around to find Sandy standing there completely
in the nude!
"This doesn't bother you a bit does it" she asked. I tried to
keep the quiver out of my voice as I told her again that I had too
much to think about to get any ideas. I was lying through my teeth
as I spoke those words, because Sandy was a natural blonde. It
took all of my will power not to stare at her cunt. It looked
almost bare. You could see that she trimmed it regularly for a
nice pubic triangle, but with what was left you could see that her
cunt was just lightly covered with the finest wisps of golden
fleece.
I led her to the set I had arranged for her. A settee
covered with a dark pink spread to accent her delicate pale
features, and a back drop of royal blue to make her really stand
out. No other props or gimmicks, just pure beauty! I told her to
move around as much as she liked for the first roll of film, and
she did just that. She stretched and twisted and turned and
showed me all of her gorgeous assets. I had to change the film in
my camera, and while I did she got up and walked around looking
things over. She sauntered over to me and asked me how she could
improve on what we had just done. I told her that if she really
wanted to make the pictures look sexy that I would use a bit of
oil on her body to make it glisten. She said okay, so I got out a
bottle of baby oil and started to rub it into her body. I could
see that she was now getting turned on by all of this attention,
because even though I had not come any where near her crotch yet,
her pubic hair was shining with its own oil.
It was now or never I thought, and with out any further
hesitation I told her that I could really make her look good if she
trusted me. She just smiled at me and said of course she trusted
me, after all wasn't I the professional who knew how to bring out
the best in models. I didn't need any more of an invitation than
that. I pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue in deep. She
returned my passionate kiss with the ferocity of a woman who wants
cock and wants it bad!
I kissed my way down her body stopping only to nibble on her
nipples, then my mouth found that luscious cunt. I could smell her
fragrant juices rising up to tantalize me, and as I dove in with my
head, I could feel her hands undoing my pants.
She moaned as my cock sprang free from its confines, and with
out hesitation she pulled it to her mouth,. I was licking and
kissing her little bud for all I was worth, diving in regularly
with my tongue to scoop out more of her honey. I could feel Sandy
start to buck up her pelvis to grind it against my face and at the
same time she was trying to swallow all of my cock in one gulp.
My juice was building up fast and just as she climaxed from my
tongue work, I shot a gallon of hot cream down her throat. She
didn't miss a drop of it either. I turned back to face her and we
kissed again, long and passionately. I had been so horny for this
delicious babe that I didn't even lose my hard on. As we continued
to kiss, I positioned myself over her and she took my tool in her
hand and guided me into the deepest part of her.
Since I had just climaxed I had better staying power now and
I fucked Sandy slowly and deliberately. Long, deep thrusts and a
slow withdrawal, coupled with a twisting, grinding motion that
really caused her to squirm. Sandy came three more times before I
lost control and shot my seed deep inside her. We lay for a few
minutes more, then I got up and started to shoot frame after
frame. She looked so good and sexy now. Her hair was messed up
just right, and she had a look on her face that belongs to a
satisfied woman.
Sandy picked up her pictures the following week, and I never
got a chance to relive that night of ecstasy with her. She didn't
even wait to see what the agency said about her pictures. She
thought that she looked so good in her nude shots that she was
certain she could find work in the big city and just packed her
bags and left. Now all I have to remind me of my big adventure is
fond memories and these great big enlargements I made from her
negatives!
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