A Model Mom: Chapter 7
Shannon was still trying to process the fact that Emily, her future mother-in-law, had not only posed naked for photographs, but now she had multiple men jacking off while she was photographed. Still in shock from this revelation, she looked up as a man walked into the newsagent's.
Emily quickly shoved the photographs she'd been flaunting to Shannon under the counter. She was used to phone calls from perverts. More than half, or even most, of their customers were there for the porn.
Shannon had taken some time to adjust to this situation but, after realizing it was a porn shop that sold newspapers, sweets, and cigarettes as well, she quite liked it. She often brought adult magazines home and found that her fiancé Stephen liked it when she mimicked the poses in them and read him the explicit stories. Their sex lives had seen a significant improvement, and she attributed it to the open communication. The only downside was the increasing difficulty of avoiding seeing pictures of Stephen's mother in any of these magazines. Either she was on the cover, the centrefold, or on a sex line advertisement.
Both Stephen and Shannon had accepted this situation. This made her wonder if Stephen liked it because of Emily's influence on her. And so, Shannon, following in Emily's footsteps, served the male population of the town their masturbation material with a smile.
Shannon initially found Emily's behavior a bit off-putting and thought it was quite disgusting. But as she observed Emily more closely, she began to comprehend her perspective. Emily wasn't in a committed relationship; she had no obligations, so she did whatever she wanted. Shannon, on the other hand, had a stable relationship and was a bit more selective.
Shannon had moved from revulsion to distaste and finally acceptance. Strangely, she started enjoying being used for the customer's pleasure, just like Emily. She'd catch the eyes of these perverts in town and flash them a knowing smile, never revealing their secret to their partners.
This newfound openness was quite surprising to Shannon, considering she had gone to school with a few of their customers. She tried to embrace this newfound empathy for their desires. It was amusing to think she was part of a cable leading to their orgasmic relief.
Emily treated every interaction with customers as a challenge, trying to convince them to engage in conversations about sex and their sexual preferences. She took pleasure in their honesty and found comfort in their openness.
Shannon was intrigued by Emily's nonchalant personality; she was a fascinating woman who didn't care about others' judgments. As Shannon studied Emily, she realized there could be a positive impact on her customers' lives. Emily's acceptance of their desires led to a freer society, making people comfortable with their sexual fantasies. The guys in town weren't responding to the porn shop with disgust or shame but with enthusiasm and gratitude. However, Emily was much more forward about her sexual desires than Shannon.
"If I share this with you, Dave, you promise not to tell anyone?" She held up a photograph she had taken, showing two men ejaculating onto her face, taken during a recent shoot. Dave, curious and excited, nodded almost immediately.
"Do you think it's good?" Emily asked, pulling the picture back outside of Dave's reach. She was an unique woman who could have any man she wanted, yet she chose to remain faithful to only her fiancé.
"I... think it's fantastic," Dave managed to say, indignantly grabbing the image before anyone could stop him.
Shannon contemplated the growing sex positivity in the community. The porn shop had a significant impact, and now even the men in town who were uncomfortable with their desires were talking about it rather than hiding it. Emily had become a major influence, transforming the way the town thought about sex.
"Hold your horses, buddy!" She chuckled, putting it right back where it belonged. "You can stare, but don't touch!" And stare he did. This sort of material, in 1994, was nigh-on impossible to find in the UK, and was still hugely illegal. If he wanted to see a girl doing something like this, he'd have to venture to the continent.
And there was the striking Emily, who'd already surpassed any common fantasies anyone could've thought up about her, teaching him how willingly and eagerness she accepted sperm on her face.
"I'll give you a tenner, right this instant!" He blurted out, rummaging in his pockets. "Fifteen," he countered hastily, seeing Emily unwilling to acquiesce. "Fifteen pounds, just for this one picture!"
Emily was pleased, greatly so. She almost consented, but this picture she wanted to hold onto.
"I can't give you this one, Dave, I'm sorry. It's a cracker, is it not? I might find you another one though. You need to promise me, with your hand on your heart, that you won't show anybody else, and more importantly, that you didn't buy it here. I'm deadly serious, I could end up in jail!"
Dave spied a flash of a smile on Emily's lips as she uttered this. Dave consented instantly. Emily glimpsed under the counter, sifting through the pictures to find a suitable one. Dave wasn't let down by her selection. Shannon laughed, noticing the casual way Emily pulled out the photo of herself surrounded by ejaculated cocks and completely covered in sperm for Dave's approval.
"Ten quid," Dave prodded promptly, holding out a wad of cash. "Do you have more of them?"
"I do, but these are real, Dave. I don't have duplicates. I'll let you know what, I can give you several more, maybe three or four in total."
"A discount for buying in bulk?" he smirked. Emily chortled.
"In fact, I'll offer you a deal. Ten pounds each, or five for twenty-five quid?"
Dave accepted straight away. Emily hand-picked five pictures depicting her baring herself, masturbating with a bottle, and being ejaculated on by six men. Dave wasn't let down by her choice.
"These are simply mind-blowing," Dave grinned, taking his time to examine the semen-drenched sight of Emily in detail before carefully sliding the pictures into a copy of 'Girls about Town' with utmost care. "So, shall I be procuring treasures like this from you every week? If you're selling them, I'm buying them. Particularly... if you ever decide to indulge in the full monty. Just inform me, okay?"
"Keep your eyes peeled," Emily winked suggestively.
Shannon waited until the door shut behind Dave before turning to Emily, astonished.
"Emily, what the hell are you playing at! What're you up to? It's like you're going to get yourself in hot water!"
Emily smiled complacently at Shannon's reaction. She was growing to love shocking people, and Shannon wasn't as easily shocked as some, so this was a coup. Tucking the three ten-pound notes into her bra, she shrugged.
"I believe that's what's known as selling direct, bypassing the middleman," she chuckled. "I'm thinking if I can sell all these for a tenner each, we can both retire in a flash! Oh jeeves, I tell you, that expression on his face, he couldn't believe his luck!"
"What's your next move, Emily? Selling contraband to the men?" Shannon joked. But she wouldn't put anything past Emily now.
"No. Although it could be hot. And there was no way he was purchasing this one, it's smashing!"
Shannon couldn't argue with that. The full-face shot of the two loads hitting Emily's face simultaneously, it was memorable. The longer you examined it, the better it got. You could discern each little droplet that bounced off her unblemished skin.
Those eyes, their magnetism. That grin -- she was so stunning. That pristine, flawless beauty, being defiled so wholeheartedly by those two swollen, red and throbbing cocks, was something to behold.
Shannon's brain was in a tangle. She could hardly take her eyes off that photo. She fantasised about herself in Emily's position. How would it feel being the focal point for a roomful of horny men? Shannon mused what Stephen would say to a photo of his girlfriend grinning back at the world with two fellas seeking release on her surface.
Shannon! She sternly scolded herself. What are you thinking?!
That evening, Stephen was dumbfounded. Shannon had, as she almost always did these days, brought a few magazines home with her. As they ate the pizza Stephen had cooked for them, his fianceé read from the letters section.
She'd been doing that often lately, but it typically didn't happen until bedtime. Stephen was okay with it, though he pondered if it was okay for the two of them to get so turned on from accounts of casual, unforeseen sexual encounters. Shannon didn't seem to have any problems with the portrayals of threesomes, clandestine affairs, or even orgies!
"It's just imagination," she'd tell him, and he appreciated her enthusiasm for it. One of his friends had just become single, his girlfriend leaving him after discovering a poker magazine under his bed. Thus, for Shannon to be the one bringing the magazines home seemed remarkable, truly.
As soon as they finished eating, Shannon was on top of him, still in the kitchen chair, inciting the erection that her filthy comments had spawned within a pussy that was as wet as he was hard. Stephen had to do very little, except simply sit there and give his girlfriend the cock to ride.
This was a first for him, he mused within himself, as Shannon's fingers found their way between her legs. He felt a fingernail scrape the wet girth of his cock a few times as she sank lower and lower onto it, her fingers dancing enticingly across her clit.
"Inform me when you're about to climax," she said. The words served as a self-fulfilling prophecy.
"Now!" Stephen exclaimed, causing Shannon to dismount him and fall to her knees, taking the slick dick, coated with her juices, straight into her mouth. He started to tense up and she released him from her lips, jerking him off furiously with the head mere inches from her cheek.
Shannon emitted a longing moan as Stephen covered the side of her face. She was still wearing her black T-shirt, and her shoulder was soon streaked with thick, white blobs as it dripped down from her cheek.
"That was incredible!" Stephen grinned. He had no idea what had sparked this, Shannon having never done anything like it before.
Shannon kept pleasuring herself, now leaning over the sink and viewing her reflection. Stephen could see two fingers, a blur as they madly worked to bring her to orgasm. He was pleased to be marrying this sensual, desirable woman, but couldn't help but feel a little anxious at her growing libido. He could only hope he could keep up with her.
As she reached climax, Shannon was staring at her cum-coated face. It felt a bit lopsided, she thought. She'd look much better with sperm streaming down both sides of her face like Emily.
Emily was back at the store for a few days that following week, as Shannon had some days off. One afternoon she was taken aback to see Oliver, Shannon's father, enter the shop. The place was deserted, it being the middle of the afternoon, when it was usually quiet.
"Oh, hi!" Emily relaxed. This was the first time they'd spoken since the engagement party, which was when Emily had realized she'd sucked Oliver's son's cock, Richard's, as well as that of the father of the bride, Oliver. She adored Shannon and was careful not to ruin their relationship. However, Oliver did have a fine cock...
"Hello, Emily. I was simply passing, so I thought I'd drop in. How are things?" Emily examined Oliver. He was striking -- far too good-looking for Michelle, his wife.
"Nice to see you," she beamed. "How are the wedding preparations going?"
"Mayhem!" Oliver chuckled. "Shannon is not one for subtlety. Did she tell you she wants a horse-drawn carriage between the church and the reception?"
"She didn't! Oh, that's perfect!""
"It's perfect unless you're funding it," he rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I hadn't considered that -- listen, do you want me to lend a hand? Despite the wedding traditions, I'd be glad to help out."
"No, don't fret. It's all under control. The biggest problem is coordinating everything. But I'm certain everything will come together. Michelle is skilled at that sort of thing. I just provide the funds."
Emily discerned a hint of what may have been resentment when Oliver mentioned his wife. She'd picked up from conversations with Shannon that things most likely weren't all hearts and flowers between Oliver and Michelle.
"Well, the invitation stands," Emily smiled sweetly. A man came in and took down a copy of 'Bad Girls', Emily serving him with a smile before they were alone again. This gave Oliver the chance to alter the subject.
"So, listen. I just wanted to let you know that I'm aware of your modeling career, and I believe you're doing exceptionally well, from what I've gathered."
"From what you've gathered?" Emily fixed her gaze on him.
"Well, okay, I've seen some of your sets -- you are stunning, Emily, you are."
"Thank you! But I'm a bit taken aback -- have you been coming in and buying from Shannon?"
Hey man! No way, not Shannon! I've purchased a few mags though, the ones with her on the cover. It must be weird for her, having everyone see her like that.
"Nothing strange, no." She responded casually. "I actually quite enjoy it. And I'm a little hurt that you're spending your money on my competitors, Oliver."
"Huh? I didn't realize." Oliver replied uncomfortably. "I assumed it would be inappropriate to buy a magazine with you on the cover from you, you know?"
Emily joked, "You mean you're gonna take it home and jerk off to it?"
Oliver froze as Emily teased him. She played with his emotions, trying to make this interaction more flirtatious.
"Emily, I know what you guys do with those magazines. That's part of the reason I like my job. Which of them did you buy?"
Oliver admitted, "Only a couple."
Emily was still attracted to Oliver, so she decided to flirt with him a bit more.
"Do you want to see the others then? You know, the naughtier ones I've done." His eyes widened with intrigue.
Emily brought out the magazines he'd missed, and they spent a while going through them together. He complimented her, leaving her feeling good about herself.
She knew getting involved with him again could be bad, but the excitement she felt from flirting with him was like a drug. She tried to make herself seem more alluring, making small sounds, giggling, and subtly touching his arm. As if just showing him nude pictures wasn't enough.
With some time left before he had to leave, she decided to show him some of her more explicit photos - the ones that were too naughty for the magazines. What followed was Oliver's jaw dropping as Emily revealed just how far she'd go for the pleasure of men.
"What do you think?" She asked, playful and excited.
Oliver was in disbelief as he looked at Emily's explicit images. His gaze shifted from the photos to her, noticing her hot outfit, and her ample cleavage. He couldn't hide the erection she'd caused in his pants.
Emily teased, "I've got a plan - let's pretend we're alone!"
Seeing his opportunity, he took out his penis, started masturbating.
"Emily!" She squealed, realizing the danger. "We're in a public place!"
"I'll lock the door," she offered, clearly enjoying teasing him. He shook his head.
"Don't. I don't wanna be too late for work." Emily pulled back, disappointed, but still grabbed a magazine and kept up the flirting.
"You don't worry," she comforted. "All OK."
Oliver was ready to cum. Emily begged for it, saying, "I want you to cover my counter in sperm!"
Oliver let go and sprayed every inch of the counter space. She quickly grabbed the magazine and saved it from the cum, her eyes focused on Oliver even as she cleaned off the counter.
It was time to end their moment but it left Oliver feeling like he couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed. He left the shop, still recovering from the experience. He felt like Emily was a goddess with a perfect body and a massive appetite for sex.
If he didn't know better, he'd have thought Emily was a total slut, one who enjoyed sex and loved having men fantasize about her. But considering her beauty, it was exactly what he loved and wanted. If only she didn't seem to play with everyone but him.
Emily returned to her routines, taking down the towel, ready to welcome more clients. She loved teasing and flirting with them. And even more when she saw the hard-ons they developed. Then it was time to make them pay for that intense pleasure.
Even so, she was left with a certain restlessness, a longing for something more. A hunger for a moment like she had with Oliver. A yearning for the final memory their brief encounter would give her. A craving for the feeling of feeling at ease and comfortable enough to cum in her store. When she'd had enough, she would go back to being the slutty, tantalizing woman they all admired. The woman who promised she could make cum in any situation.
The shop stayed open for the next few customers, all admiring and flexing their boners in front of her. Emily smiled and played along with their games, but her mind was still filled with Oliver. Despite her playful attitude, he had left quite an impression on her. What made him unique was one day, she would return the favor.
And Oliver would be left remembering the hottest woman he'd seen in his life.
A hot nympho, superior in everything but the price, pretending to be a retailer only to sell sexual spurts to her eager patrons.
Oliver couldn't confess this to his peers, but Michelle had never allowed his penis to touch her mouth. To top it off, they hadn't been physically intimate for over ten years. After the kids arrived, sex was no longer necessary for her.
Michelle's demeanor couldn't be more opposite from Emily's. While Emily was welcoming, engaging, and gorgeous, Michelle was cynical, sarcastic, and chilly. Emily was stunning, sexy, and captivating. Michelle was sexless and dowdy. Emily was a shameless cock-loving slut.
To be honest, neither was an ideal mate. But he knew which was more enjoyable to be around.
A few days later, Emily eagerly anticipated her trip to the photography club that evening. She was ecstatic about the notion that everyone there had seen her show from last time. Additionally, the line of club members frequently stopping by the shop with their photographs of her grinning, cum-splattered figure gave her a considerable rush.
The idea of them in their darkened rooms, waiting with great eagerness while her grinning, sperm-stained image gradually appeared in their developing photos had her shifting back and forth on the cramped train, unluckily unable to sneak a touch in her jean's zipper.
A full station later, she was walking back to the train. Although she initially planned to just bring the legal images, she ended up carrying all of the photos from the previous week.
There were two reasons behind her choice: First, she fantasized about sharing the immense number of pictures featuring her undying passion for big dicks and semen with Alan. Second, she pondered if he had any suggestions for dealing with the hardcore images. She had considered selling them to her perverts, but she knew that wouldn't be a sustainable business model, so she reluctantly shelved that idea.
A gentleman of comparable age assisted her with the bag.
"Wow! What's in there, a corpse?" he exclaimed awkwardly as he took charge of the bag.
"Perhaps," Emily quipped back at him. The gentleman was heading in her direction and, after noticing the suggestive glances toward her, she appreciated his attention on her fitted top, her clear nipples, and her sleek, toned, bare legs.
She thanked him and denied his request for her number. While she considered suggesting he join the camera club to view more of her performances, she reconsidered, considering it wasn't quite appropriate and she wasn't sure if they were accepting new members.
The bag was now lighter - the seven-hundred-plus pictures were long gone - replaced with a substantial wad of paper currency. Although there were many bills, the bag was now quite light - two thousand pounds didn't weigh much.
And at the camera club, she received a warm response once she handed over their share of the proceeds.
"It seems Alan has found a market for the robust shots, too," she said with a casual air of confidence, taking her first position. Tonight, Emily would be stripping out of her "whore outfit." "A high-class whore, of course!" she giggled mischievously, removing her coat.
She donned a short, black miniskirt that would have barely covered the accompanying black panties, a matching black stocking with hold-up, lacy stockings, and a push-up bra.
"Alan mentioned there was a guy who sells to the European market," she continued, relishing their stares. "As soon as he saw your images, he consented to purchase them. The only snag was the lack of variety - if I'd taken him seven hundred pictures with a few different settings, we could have made significantly more."
The odd aspect was that neither Emily nor the guys had been particularly concerned about money during their discussions of her performance last week or her prospects for this time.
"So," Will commented genially as he and the other guys captured Emily bending over an armchair, her skirt riding up, "We had a meeting yesterday. Assuming you agree, we're considering using the extra funds we're generating to secure a larger venue. We somehow managed to cram a few more in tonight, but there were numerous guys we had to turn away."
"Oh! That's a shame!" emoted Emily, turning and bending, her arms smashing her breasts together and creating a stunning cleavage. "But yes, it's a terrific idea! How many men wanted to attend then?"
I must admit, it's all become a blur. For the past week, Anne and I have been fielding phone calls from potential club members. To be fair, though, your contributions have rendered it unnecessary to take on any additional subscriptions. If you'd rather maintain a more intimate setting, let's stick with that?
"Oh gosh!" exclaimed Emily instantly. "A larger setting would be exciting. The more, the merrier, isn't it?"
"Agreed. We'll be changing things up soon. By the way, is it alright if we continue this arrangement?"
"More than fine," Emily smirked, stretching back on the tanned leather chair to display the crotch of her undies. "I can't get over the amazing photos you and your friends captured last week. A few of them were truly stunning artwork, don't you think? Even Alan, a fellow photographer, conceded they put his work to shame."
"So, here's my idea," Emily continued. "If we repeat our efforts from last week, but this time I'll change outfits, we can capture a more diverse range of imagery. We'll start with the tamer shots, those full-frontal nudes of my naked body, and if you're amenable, we can explore some more daring content as well."
"That sounds like a plan," Will chimed in enthusiastically. He briefly glanced at Anne. Emily's "daring" gestures had last week culminated in her masturbating in front of a crowd of men, while they simultaneously wanked and ejaculated on her. William and Anne could feel the curiosity escalating in the room, as Emily's "daring" this time around remained a mystery.
Emily carefully considered her next steps. While she knew that she'd inevitably succumb to performing every sex act imaginable, she couldn't help but wonder what would come first. Every unknown aspect of her sexuality had now become a source of suspense, a riddle to be solved, a fantasy to be realized. Despite her eagerness to experience every uncharted scenario, she couldn't resist the urge to slowly reveal all her secrets.
The men knew they could masturbate on her, cover her in semen - there was no doubt about that. But no one had yet violated her body. Would she let them suck her dick? How good was her technique? Did she feel comfortable with the men fingering her? Would she spread her legs to let them ram their cocks in her? Would she indulge in being DP'd? Anal?
Her musings filled the room with inquisition, perplexity, and intrigue. Meanwhile, Emily could feel her desire awakening just as dramatically as the questions that whirled in the minds of others. She ruminated on what she wanted to experience and when. For now, she needed to satisfy some of their curiosities.
Luckily, Emily did not possess the ability to evoke her desires at an unbearably slow pace. Snatching the opportunity to please them as quickly as possible, she indulged her impulsive nature, allowing them to witness her fellating multiple guests in quick succession once the initial shots had been taken.
Emily recalled how much she cherished hard cocks and was ready to devour a multitude of them. She had not the faintest notion what the photo club's membership restrictions were, but it seemed as though several newcomers joined the club solely to give her a very personal present, an intricately veined, twitching, warm flesh that she could open her mouth wide and pleasure.
She started her display on her hands and knees. Widening her smile, she waved her palm, inviting men to provide her with their erections. Will noticed that the number of cameras had remained unchanged since the previous gathering, despite an increase in attendance. Only four, possibly five guys appeared to have joined to deliver her the ecstasy of their genitalia. And Emily delighted in implementing her sudden revelation.
"Partners, if you would," she whispered, pulling her hands away to reveal her smooth skin, dripping with anticipation. "Let's spread that warmth all around."
Reaching for the two cocks in front of her face, her first challenge was to get individual guys off as quickly as possible, so she visibly savored the moment her hot mouth felt the hard phalluses.
Emily was rather naive when it came to sex. She'd devoted a lot of time to Pavel's Russian penis in the past, but that was years ago. However, since her sex toy assortment gained its first lifelike dildo, she'd been much more occupied with her jaws wide open, as if they were forced open by meat.
She relished the imaginary pleasure of attaching a fake dick via its suction cup to the glass door in her living room and attempting to replicate the sensation of a persistent member forcing its way into the back of her throat. She often choked herself almost to the point of blacking out with a fake member.
Emily found that real-life penises were substantially simpler to accommodate compared to the rubber or plastic ones she had attempted in the past. Yes, they still caused some choking, but without the mechanical feeling, her throat felt as if it was created for the larger ones like a glove.
She relished the smaller ones almost as much as the large thick ones - it was such a delight to really go all out with them, and she adored having her face pressed right up against a man's crotch, his entire length swallowed up by her attractive mouth and throat.
Emily wasn't sure how many cocks would be provided to her that night. All she was hoping for was that they kept on coming. And they eventually did. She dealt with each dick in turn, giving each about thirty seconds before moving on to the next. She attempted to maintain awareness of where the cameras were placed, ensuring they had a good view. She was already anticipating seeing the photos the lads taken.
Her only disappointment was the necessity of stopping to allow the guys to snap images. Emily longed to allow the entire room to utilize her hands, her breasts, her face according to their preferences.
Despite the frequent pauses, it was still an intensely arousing experience, and she managed to attain an orgasm at customary intervals, forgetting about the cameras as her fingers found her sensitive little clit again.
Before this night, Emily had effectively sucked a grand total of three cocks in her 38 years on Earth. One of them had been Oliver, Shannon's dad, who had come in her mouth after just a few seconds, so she wasn't sure this should count. Her former spouse, Mike, had never been blessed with this gift from her.
As her lips enveloped each new dick, she made a mental tally. Four...five...six... A strange, buzzing device was inserted between her legs - it filled her up quite nicely, and a teasing thing was rubbing against her clit. It also felt like it rotated, sliding inside her in some odd manner. She'd examine it as soon as she could unblock her view.
She had sucked a total of eight cocks when the initial man was about to erupt. The men had planned ahead. Each impending ejaculation was preceded by a countdown-- three, two, one... Emily took this as her countdown to show everyone just how slutty she was, as sperm shot into her mouth and face at a scheduled time.
This strategy worked perfectly. All the cameras began snapping furiously just as the sperm was released. Emily made sure to smile and make eye contact with as many photographic lenses as she could, believing that one of these images could become a masterpiece.
She felt a sting as a hand slapped her hard across her buttocks and her nipple was pinched sharply, overwhelming her with pain, providing a new source of excitement.
Glancing down, Emily saw that the device lodged inside her cunt was a 'rabbit' style vibrator. She'd seen commercials for these and had been considering purchasing one - this experience had won her over. She recognized the guy doing this was one of her regular perverts from the shop, she wasn't certain of his identity, but she believed he'd enjoyed the sets where she used dildos. It must be enjoyable for him to receive such a close-up, personal view, she thought to herself.
She heard a countdown, another guy was about to explode, so she turned her face in the direction of his member to accept his load, but was slightly disappointed when her rabbit vibrator was removed, only to have this disappointment disappear instantly as it was replaced by what had to be a finger. She hadn't given permission for this, she thought.
However, it wasn't fair to demand that he stop since he had received no objection to inserting a sex toy into her and keeping it there while she climaxed. Additionally, it felt extraordinary. Her clit was then simultaneously massaged by two fingers, and Emily was taken aback by his skill.
As she glanced back after handling this newest penis, she noticed that there were actually two men cooperating to give her that extraordinary sensation, and a new climax started to form.
After this climax subsided, Emily followed Alan's advice and temporarily paused the proceedings for a wardrobe change. She gave a brief, hasty performance showcasing her outfit to show it off before continuing to suck cocks and allow hands to wander all over her body as the men saw fit. Her new outfit, a tartan minidress and white knee socks, provided a bit of variety to the event, but it soon became covered in cum, just like its wearer.
The guys' faces and breasts were the most frequent targets for their cum, but she encouraged the last three men to release over her spread vagina again. The feeling of warm sperm splashing against her pussy during the previous occurrence had stuck with her, and her delight tripled this time.
As the supply of cum came to a halt, she fetched the rabbit and, with complete silence from the room, gathered the mixture of cum from these three loads into a small puddle and pushed it inside herself, repeating the process a few times to make sure everyone got some decent photographs.
Then she used the cum-smeared rabbit to bring herself to her biggest climax of the night. She decided that she absolutely had to purchase one of these as soon as possible, considering she would now have around twenty members in the camera club dishing out cumshots. It was a good number in her mind.
Laughing in front of the cameras, she posed as instructed. Everyone savoured the sight of this beautiful woman completely covered in sperm, having delighted in receiving countless cumshots all over her body.
"It appears you all had a great time tonight!" she joked, proudly displaying her condition. "But I suspect I had more fun than you lot. I cannot wait to see the pictures... please send them my way as soon as you can!"
*******
"Have you taken care of everything?"
Shannon and Stephen's wedding was in two weeks. Shannon had taken a few days for her dress fitting and to deal with some other matters, but she always seemed at ease. Emily wouldn't mind having a grand wedding, but the circumstances had not been kind, and her future involved a registry office service attended by twenty or thirty close friends, followed by an evening gathering in the room above the local pub.
"I think everything is in order," Shannon replied. However, from her expression, it was apparent that she had an interesting proposal. Emily couldn't help but notice that Shannon had been reading dirty magazines more frequently, asked Emily about her shoots, and noticed her vibes were losing power more quickly than before.
She didn't want to pressure Shannon, but the thought of her enjoying the same small thrills Emily had at work excited her. Shannon had said she was basically working in a sex shop most of the time, and each time she mentioned it, she had a grin on her face.
She could tell Shannon was enjoying her new job, and the batteries underneath her toys in the office drawer were depleting quicker than they used to be. Emily found herself wondering if Shannon used her little butterfly vibrator sometimes or pushed the steel balls into herself in private moments.
When Emily inquired about her view on the job, Shannon always responded with enthusiasm. Emily realised it was quite different for her - she serviced one of her customers, while Shannon served her driving instructor, a friend's father, a teacher, or an ex-boyfriend.
Even though Emily knew many people when she began working, Shannon knew almost everyone in this small town. This made it an entirely different experience for her - where Emily was serving one of her pedophiles, Shannon was serving people she knew well.
Emily was curious when Shannon brought up the batteries and how they had been running low. It made sense that Shannon found serving customers and reading dirty magazines enjoyable.
"I was considering... After the wedding, I was thinking about doing a few sexy photos. Just for Stephen's eyes only. The magazines, me reading him your stories... I had my wedding dress fitted, and it's exquisite! It would be a lovely, sexy reminder of our special day. And I know you have connections, so I was hoping..."
And so, there was an additional shoot at the camera club that week. Emily made sure to emphasise that Shannon wouldn't be treated the way Emily enjoyed it. Shannon stated that she wanted some sensual, erotic, and beautiful shots. Emily promptly dismissed that idea and arranged for Will to give it his all.
Emily was curious to see that Shannon had completely shaved, just like she had. In 1994, this was not a regular preference.
"Hey, you've shaved?" she wondered, calling out to Will as Shannon slid the gusset of her expensive, sheer white panties to the side.
"Possibly," Shannon responded with a hint of awkwardness.
"Does Stephen like it?"
"Possibly!" she winked.
Emily observed the blush on Shannon's cheeks and chest, recognizing these as signs of arousal. She was happy her future daughter-in-law enjoyed herself.
During the shoot, Emily took some time to ask Anne about her experience modeling for the club. Anne told Emily she had also modeled for them years ago.
"So, Anne," Emily inquired, "you do have quite a few pictures from your time as a model for the men, right?"
"I certainly do. Let me show you some. I believe these two albums will be fine for now." Emily and Shannon went up the stairs into Anne's living room. There, in a corner, was a cabinet with sliding doors, and within, in a pile, were photo albums as well as several carrier bags with pictures.
Anne took Emily through her modeling portfolio. Emily and Will had lived life to the fullest, it appeared. Their late thirties were during the sexual revolution, and the contraceptive pill had just become widely available.
"Probably around thirty-five when I started taking the pill," Anne explained while flipping through the thousands of pictures. "We'd already had two kids by then who'd left the nest - that's how it was back then. So, we had plenty of time on our hands."
"And everything was changing. Everyone was wearing tiny skirts, and it became acceptable to, you know, sleep around a bit. Will always had a naughty side, and he took up photography as a hobby. It was my idea to pose for him. Here's one of the first shoots."
Anne handed Emily a photo album. The sticky residue on the thin clear plastic had long evaporated, so Emily lay the album flat on the floor, kneeling as she turned the pages.
"Wow, Anne! You looked so beautiful!" Emily exclaimed, although she meant it. Anne still looked great, but...
"You should see me when I was in my twenties!" Anne smiled confidently. The photos showed Anne in sixties-style lingerie. Her long blonde hair was piled up on her head, while the outfits were in black and white. She was stunning.
As Emily turned each page, she witnessed Anne's incredible body slowly revealed. Her breasts were just as big as Emily's. The last photos showed a naked Anne with a large bush of hair between her legs.
"In those days, nobody shaved," Anne observed. "Not even a trim. I have to say you're more attractive now the way you do it down there - and Shannon too."
Anne talked more about her past.
"So, Will was quite the rogue back then. He still is, but he backs it up. I got quite a shock when he told me he'd shared my pictures with the boys in the pub. And even more of a shock when he started inviting them over. But overall, it worked out well for everyone."
Anne handed over another album. Emily gasped as opened it. The first photo showed Anne in a similar lingerie set, this time without Will in the picture, with another man behind her cupping her breasts, kissing her neck, and Anne reaching around, embracing and cradling his head.
"Wow!" Emily said in awe. She continued flipping through the pictures and saw Anne undressing with this guy. Anne sucked his cock, and he fucked her on the couch. The final photos depicted Anne's hairy cunt with thick white semen oozing out.
"These are incredible!" Emily exclaimed. "And Will didn't mind?"
"Are you teasing me?" Anne laughed. "But seriously, it was all his idea. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd had some suggestions of my own. And I wouldn't object. We're a good match that way. But yes, he had no problem with it!"
"Wow, Anne. These are so hot! I never would've imagined this would be happening to a seemingly normal, loving relationship like yours."
"You'll experience it one day, my dear," Anne winked. "The flame might dwindle with time, but there's still plenty of passion left. I modeled right up to my late forties. But it was such a fun experience, and we love going through the old photos."
Anne and Emily spent most of their time together going through album after album, observing Anne having sex with Will's friends. Emily found it fascinating that such behavior could exist in what seemed like an ordinary relationship.
Most of the shoots showed Anne having sex with at least two guys. The weekly shoots were a significant reason their relationship endured so strongly. They both enjoyed them, and the photographic evidence constantly rekindled their sexual connection, which had only dimmed over time.
"Wyll can still get it up, but it takes more effort nowdays. It's been really nice for him these past few weeks. You've been a great stimulus - for both of us."
"Wow, thanks!" Emily was quite thrilled when the older woman expressed gratitude for helping excite her husband. She once again pondered over the intricacies of their relationship. Anne had witnessed her husband and his friends indulge Emily, using her mouth and leaving her covered in cum on several occasions.
Considering what Anne had done in the past, Emily understood why there were no grievances. However, it wasn't just a mutual agreement. Anne appeared to find real joy and excitement watching her husband satisfy his sexual urges with another woman.
Will was the one behind all these photographs. He desired Anne to be fucked by other men just as much as she desired it. This arrangement was nothing short of civilized. Following her relationship with Mike, Emily had never considered starting a new romantic relationship, owing to all the constraints and regulations that one needed to follow.
Yet, this established relationship between Anne and Will caught her attention. Seeing how it enhanced their relationship made her think deeply. It certainly had a strong allure.
Then, Shannon reentered the basement, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide on the bed as Will clicked away happily. Her swollen lips and dilated clitoris suggested that she was close to climaxing.
Shannon had never been so aroused in her life. The overall situation was incredibly thrilling. Her immaculate white wedding dress lay crumpled on the chair. Will had tried to coax various poses from her for over an hour, and she did everything he asked. This was not something a bride-to-be would usually do.
She had initially hesitated when Will suggested she stretch her tight vagina for his camera, thinking about Stephen's opinion on the matter. But agreeing that he would enjoy seeing her do that, she allowed him to insert one, then two fingers inside her.
She knew that the tiny trickle of her juices dripping down her perineum was glistening in the camera flash. This was well beyond her initial plan. But she was undeniably horny beyond belief.
An intimate rabbit vibrator was handed to Shannon, who immediately inserted it. The rotating mechanism inside felt divine, and the rabbit ears induced a series of gasps that left her breathless. It was a matter of seconds until she realized how orgasmic it felt.
Shannon's orgasm, enhanced by the presence of the three of them, was overwhelming. She figured that having people watch was extremely liberating and horny.
As they were about to leave, Emily requested Will and Anne to keep a copy of the photographs. She would vouch for their discretion, and it was a fair exchange for the outstanding photographs Will would offer her for her husband's wedding present.
Shannon consented, only after some deliberation, and realized that whenever Will and Anne visited her shop, everything would seem thrilling and different, knowing they had watched this and could view it any time they wished. Shannon was just beginning to comprehend Emily's fascination with exposure.
When the photographs arrived, Shannon was very pleased. Anne had done an exquisite job on her make-up, dressed in her finest wedding gown for the photoshoot.
The pictures were exceptional - fitting for anyone to see - capture of her smiling sweetly and innocently, holding her little corsage and bouquet of flowers. However, the remaining ones were limited to the happy couple (and Anne and Will). These were more artistic, erotic, and explicit. The young shop manager being buggered by her boyfriend's mother, naked with her legs apart, stretching her vagina open, and slipping a finger or two inside herself.
Will and Anne's relationship was no less captivating to Shannon than it had been for Emily, and they discussed it in-depth.
"It just seems so much easier," Emily ruminated, during another long discussion in the shop that was occurring more frequently by the day. "All the failed marriages I've witnessed, the usual reason is infidelity - cheating, whatever you call it. Yet, Anne and Will, there's no such a thing - they share all of it. It's just so much more reasonable."
Shannon stared at the woman who would soon become her mother-in-law. Emily's candidness and her acceptance of an unusual pursuit brought a smile to her face.
"Only if they all took pictures of you. And distributed them in every sleazy magazine there is," Shannon countered, smirking humorously.
"Alright, but you know what I mean," Emily concurred. "But you know what I mean."
"Hey, are you proposing I allow Stephen to be unfaithful to me?" Shannon had a bit of humor in her voice. It seemed like Emily was attempting to redefine what marriage meant in general. And with Shannon set to tie the knot with her son in a matter of days, her say on the matter was significant.
"Well, honestly, I think you should do what makes you both content. However, that term -- 'cheating.' It only counts as cheating if someone deems it so. Take Will and Anne, for example. They slept with numerous people, but neither feels they 'cheated,' and they're arguably the happiest couple I've come across.
Emily produced several more photo shoots prior to the wedding day. Alan kept on acquiring everything she brought onto the table, from her softer scenes to her bolder ones, and she continued to land features as the main topic or cover girl more frequently.
Despite this, she had no clue where Alan was marketing these pictures. Her more advanced sessions with Emily showcasing the many cocks she'd sucked, her satisfaction as she enjoyed loads of semen, and the opening of her legs to fingers, objects, and lately, tongues, had proven to be a fantastic addition to these shoots.
Emily's income from these photos would allow her to live comfortably on her own. In concert with the shop flourishing under Shannon's management, she'd employed a financial consultant who'd guided her through some investments.
Considering her increasing financial stability, she dismissed Oliver's objections and covered the cost for the honeymoon, two weeks in the Maldives set to be some much-needed relaxation. Emily was curious about the islands herself and considered visiting them at some point.
Reflecting on this train of thought, it reminded her of Will and Anne. While she'd never envisioned sharing her life with someone else up until that point, she was starting to feel a craving for companionship. Not to the detriment of her sexual exploits, but perhaps both could be managed simultaneously, making it a viable scenario.
The evening before the wedding, Emily put substantial effort into trying on various gowns. She'd acquired three in the months prior, changing her mind frequently and hedging her bets. In the end, she went with a black, strapless dress, revealing and sophisticated, much like something a porn star would wear, yet still maintaining a touch of elegance.
Tomorrow was going to be a great day, Emily decided.
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