Amateur Glamour Model

I came home from work one day to see him sitting in the living room with my file on the coffee table, next to the case full of sexy underwear.
"What's all this then?" he asked in a very controlled manner. My head went blank and I burst into tears, running up to my bedroom.
Sam followed me. Throwing a dozen or so sexy photos of me onto the bed, he said, "Just tell me what's been going on," as he stroked my hair.
With tears streaming down my face I clung onto him, as I confessed to my new role as a Glamour Model.
His hands stroked my hair as he quizzed me about how many men were there. What they asked me to do, did they touch me? Did I want them to touch me? On and on he went, but now he was stroking my heaving breasts, His grip on my breasts became tighter and tighter as my stories became more lurid. How I got turned on wearing tiny G-strings that hardly covered my pussy, for them. How wet they were when I took them off. How much my nipples would ache when I went topless, in front of twelve strangers.

I told him that I had never actually shown my pussy, but I wanted to, and I always left the changing room door open, when I got changed, knowing that they were still taking pictures through the gap.
As I said the last few words he kissed me and let out a long sigh.
I moved away from him, to see a wet patch on his thigh.
"Sam!" I gasped.
"Oh shit!" he gulped, as the patch slowly became more obvious as it soaked his jeans.
We hugged each other like our lives depended on it.
As we talked, Sam confessed that he'd always fantasised about seeing me with another man, but had thought that I would be too shocked. We talked and talked about our 'situation' long into the night. At one stage he asked me to put some sheer black seamed stockings and a tiny thong on for him. I was amazed that he only wanted me to wank him as he looked at my photos. When he came, spunk gushed all over my breasts. The look of pure lust on his face made everything worth while.
For the rest of the week, I wore stockings for him, instead of my usual jeans. He couldn't keep his hands off me. The sex on the Thursday night was out of this world, as he kept making me tell him about the things that I was going to do the following night.
As we were having a drink on the Friday night before I was due to pose, Tullio told me, "I am sorry, but we wont be needing you tonight," my heart sank, "we have decided to use some girls from the college, for a few weeks." Then he looked at Ian, who took up the conversation, "But.... We would like to ask a favour, of you."
Their eyes met, "If you would be willing, we would like to use you for some.....Private pictures, without the others being present. Of course it would mean more money, but the pictures would be," again, he looked at Tullio, "fully nude, and...well, personal, `top shelf', you know what we mean?'" He whispered the last few words.
I asked, "How personal?" The butterflies had returned to my stomach, and I felt my nipples expanding, as the words came out.
"How personnel would you let us go?" Tullio asked.
I looked up and grinned.
They didn't know it, but this was exactly what my husband had begged me to do. We agreed to meet the following day, as two pretty, giggling, teenage girls introduced themselves as that night's models.
When I arrived home, still wearing my stockings and suspenders, Sam was waiting for me. "What's wrong?" he asked, "You're early."
I took my skirt off and told him what the men wanted me to do, as he stroked my legs while I rubbed his throbbing cock. He came twice, each time soaking my breasts.
The following lunchtime, I met both men, outside of the camera shop, with my bag of goodies in my hand.
"Are you sure about this?" Ian asked, "Of course she is, look at her titties," Tullio told him, as he stared at my nipples, which were poking out of my shirt, again. I blushed, he was right; I was up for anything, this afternoon.
The studio was empty, as Tullio opened a bottle of wine and Ian turned on the lights.
I looked at them; "I'll get ready, then. What do you want me to wear?" For the first time, I felt in charge of the situation. "Anything black, would be nice," Ian replied.
I went into the changing room and took out an array of underwear, and my collection of dildos, in a small bag.
Guessing what they wanted, I undressed, only leaving my tiny knickers and high heals on. When I entered the studio, they whistled their approval, as I walked towards them, my wobbling tits swinging, from side to side. "Is this what you want?" I asked. Tullio, smiled, "Let's use one of the bedrooms," and guided me to one of the small rooms.
Ian quickly set up a camera, and lights. I began rolling around, on the bed, posing in any amount of provocative positions. Then, as I was on all fours, facing away, from them, I removed my knickers, showing my neatly trimmed, pussy, for the first time. "My God! That is beautiful, can I touch it?" Tullio asked.
I shook my head, "No!" I told him. Rolling onto my back, I pulled my legs up to my shoulders, my hole gaping open, for them. Tullio, nearly put his camcorder inside, he was so close.
When Ian's film ran out, I decided to put on, one of my new outfits, a black basque, tiny knickers, seamed stockings and extra high heals.
After applying an extra coat of lipstick, I made my entrance, "Wow!" Tullio gasped. "Where do you want me, on the stage?"
Ian placed a small, bag in front of me, as I started parading around the large, gold, chair.
They had three cameras set up, and Tullio was using his camcorder. I bent over, in a number of seductive ways, pulling my top down, letting my tits swing free. Holding onto the chair, with my arse facing them, I stroked my pussy, it was as wet as I'd hoped, moving my fingers across, I pulled the tiny strip, to one side, exposing my fanny, again.
Tullio was kneeling beside me, getting a `close up' shot. He moved away, allowing me some room to sit down, to remove my pants. I opened my legs as far as possible, letting them feast their eyes, on my huge 38DD tits and soaking wet cunt. I began rubbing myself, slipping one, then three fingers into the sopping hole. As I bit my lip, Ian whispered, "Open the bag." I did as he'd asked, sitting on the edge of the seat, I shouted, "Bloody hell, have you seen this lot!" as I poured the contents onto the floor, "I need the.. the black one!" I whispered huskily. It was in my hand in a second! Sitting back on the chair I spread my legs again, opening my hole with my fingers, I moved the tip along the slit, two or three times, then slowly slid it inside. I'd never used a vibrator this big before but was looking forward to feeling this 13 inch monster inside me. I was so wet, all 13 inches slid in very easily!
With one leg over the chair arm, I fucked myself with my `black monster', purring and groaning with pleasure. I was hoping that they were still taking pictures, I needn't have worried, Tullio was back, between my legs with his camera. After a couple of minutes, of this exquisite fucking, I rubbed my clit, and came with a breathtaking climax.
I pulled the dildo out, and dropped it onto the floor, landing, with a thump.
"Was that `personal, enough, for you?" I asked, as I stood up, and walked back to my dressing room. "Too fucking true!" Tullio said, as he placed a new film in his camcorder, adjusting his hard-on, at the same time.
Ian spoke up, " Let's use the pool table next."
I changed into my white Wonderbra, stockings, suspenders and no knickers. When I walked out they had moved some lights around the table, and set the balls up, as if we were going to start a game.
"I'll help you," Tullio said, as he put one hand on my hip and the other inside my thigh, as I attempted to climb up, onto the table. I cocked my left leg up, onto the edge, giving him the opportunity to slide his hand between my legs, and touch my throbbing pussy. As he tried to get a finger inside, I scrambled away, "Cheeky bugger! You can stop that, that's for later!" The words were out of my mouth, before I could stop myself.
They looked at each other, and then at me. "I'll keep my hands to myself..until later" he emphasised the last words. I stuck my tongue out, at him.