Photographer of "Sexual Happiness"

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"The Photographer of 'Sexual Happiness'
(Part 1)"

My interest in photography began after seeing Playboy's photos of beautiful women. Last autumn, I attended a photography course at a nearby university. During the course, I received many different training sessions, one of which was outdoor portrait photography.

My model was Nancy—a beautiful woman. I knew that a friendly, quiet man could make a woman feel safe, but wouldn't make her fall in love. Besides, I looked quite ordinary and non-aggressive, so Nancy felt very safe with me. I was just there to take some nice photos. I also promised her I would print an extra copy of the photos, so she was very cooperative.

She wore a blue evening gown and had her hair styled to match. I used two rolls of film just for her look and close-up shots, capturing her in a stunningly beautiful way.

The next lesson was in the classroom, and I gave the reprinted photos to Nancy. She was overjoyed and showed them to all the other classmates, earning me a lot of praise.

A month later, one of my classmates, Alice, asked me to take her photos. I agreed, asking her to bring the clothes she wanted to wear to my house on Saturday afternoon.

Alice was very tall and slender, with a small bust. She quietly prepared for the shoot, and I specially rented a set and lighting, turning my basement into a photography studio.

Once everything was ready, Alice picked up her small bag containing her clothes and said she was going to change. While I was loading the film, she went into the bathroom to change. When she came back, she was wearing a tiny orange bikini! I was so surprised I couldn't close my mouth, and it took me a while to regain my composure and continue working.

I had her change poses repeatedly, and after using two rolls of film to take photos of her from various angles, Alice went back to the bathroom to change back into her original clothes. Before leaving, she said she was very grateful to me and hoped to see the photos as soon as possible.

The photos were developed on Wednesday. I handed them to her, but she didn't rush to open the envelope containing the photos. She said she would look at them later, which I understood—she didn't want the other people present to see her bikini and drool.

On Thursday, she came to see me, thanking me again for the photos I had taken of her, and asking if I would like to take more photos for her. I agreed and told her to come back on Saturday.

On Saturday morning, I prepared the studio again, naturally even more excited than before. Alice arrived at ten o'clock, still carrying her small bag. She didn't say much, went into the bathroom to change, and as I played with my camera, I wondered what she would wear this time. I hoped she would wear another bikini.

When she came back, she was wearing a semi-transparent white bodysuit. I tried my best to hide my excitement. Alice explained that she wanted to take some special photos so that her boyfriend would remember her when he was away on a business trip.

She lay down, on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other resting on her body. Through her clothes, I could clearly see her pink nipples, and in that mysterious triangle area, I could see a tiny black shadow. Without saying a word, I started taking pictures. When I finished the first roll of film, she said she was going to change into another outfit. I was very disappointed because I couldn't think of any outfit that would offer a better view.

Five minutes later, she reappeared in the studio wearing a black robe with white stockings. Although this robe wasn't as transparent as the bodysuit, I could still see the outline of her nipples. The robe had a very high slit, and I could see her stocking straps.

She slowly lay down, and I began taking close-ups of her. Every time she changed poses, I took the opportunity to peek at her body through the gaps in her clothes, but Alice didn't seem to care. I walked behind her and saw that her clothes had ridden up because she was lying down, revealing her entire buttocks without any covering. It turned out she wasn't wearing underwear!

My crotch swelled up quickly. I tried to hide this fact while continuing to move my feet, which was quite painful. I then walked from behind to her in front of her. She had changed her position to kneeling and had unbuttoned a few buttons on her clothes, pulled down her left shoulder, rested her head on her left shoulder, and was intently looking at the camera. I kept pressing the shutter. It was a very seductive pose! Then she lay down again, revealing her thighs and stockings.

I ran out of film again. While I was changing the film, Alice drank the wine I had prepared earlier, then handed me another glass, asking me to keep this a secret. I found it strange; why was she asking me to keep it a secret only after taking these photos? But it seemed there was no other answer but to agree.

She agreed that I could keep a few photos for myself, but I had to give her the negatives. Then she said we could start working.

She was now sitting in a chair, and except for one button, she had unbuttoned all her clothes. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but I could see one of her breasts. I immediately pressed the shutter and took a few pictures. Then Alice's clothes gently slipped down, revealing her entire breasts. They

were so beautiful! Although her breasts weren't large, with those pink, erect nipples, they were absolutely gorgeous. I felt like I was seeing heaven!

She unbuttoned the last button, took off all her clothes, and sat cross-legged. Now, she was naked except for white stockings and garter belts! Because she was sitting cross-legged, I couldn't see her vulva.

After I took a few pictures, she changed her position and lay down. As she changed position, I saw her vulva flash by. Now her buttocks looked quite firm and round. Finally, she turned over, facing away from me, and then turned her head to look at the camera. It was at this moment that I saw her alluring vulva!

Her pubic hair looked specially trimmed. I kept taking pictures until the film ran out again. I changed the film as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss any exciting shots. When I finished changing the film, Alice sat back down, this time bending her legs and hugging her knees with her arms. She said I could take some close-ups for private keepsakes, then spread her legs and placed her hands on either side of her vulva. I quickly moved closer, and she used her hands to part her labia, revealing her entire pink vulva.

I couldn't believe that beneath Alice's quiet exterior lay such passion. She inserted a finger into her vagina and began to pump it in and out, while I kept pressing the shutter. This continued for a while, then she turned over, presenting her entire buttocks in front of my face. I kept photographing her two pink and brown orifices, while she continued to pump her finger in and out of her vulva. After a while, she turned over again. I saw her eyes were tightly closed, and the speed of her fingers moving in and out increased. I kept taking pictures until I ran out of film again.

While I was changing the film, Alice didn't notice what I was doing. She kept playing with her vulva with one hand, while pinching her nipple with the other. I picked up the camera and captured her expression during her orgasm, and also took pictures of her during her orgasm, clearly showing a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes again, looking at me with a slightly flushed face. Now she noticed the abnormality in my crotch. She told me that if I promised not to tell her boyfriend about what happened between us, she was willing to resolve my problem as a way of thanking me for taking pictures for her. She also said that she wouldn't have sex with me, but she was willing to use her mouth instead.

She moved closer to me, unzipped my zipper, and pulled out my penis. It wasn't very big, just average-sized, but she seemed quite satisfied. She made me sit down, helped me take off my pants and shirt, and slowly knelt down, taking my penis into her mouth.

Incredibly, she first gently sucked on the glans, then took more and more, moving her head up and down, making my penis thrust in and out of her mouth. Sometimes she would lick my testicles with her tongue. She always put the entire penis in her mouth, then lifted her head to kiss the glans, then licked it again, while her hands masturbated me at the base of my penis.

I picked up the camera again and took a picture of her sucking my penis. It was so stimulating that I couldn't hold back for long and ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed my semen with practiced ease, and I watched her gently lick every part of my penis.

When I regained the strength to speak, I thanked her. Alice made me promise not to tell anyone and gave her the negatives. Then she stood up, went into the bathroom, changed her clothes, and returned to the studio. I put my pants back on and turned off the lights. She thanked me again, gave me a light kiss, and then left.

I borrowed a darkroom from a friend and carefully developed the photos. It took me almost the entire day because I needed to make sure every single photo was developed and that I could keep a copy for myself. I developed two copies because I had to return the negatives to Alice; I didn't have a chance to develop any more.

On Monday, I told Alice I had brought the photos and left them in the car. She came to my car with me, and I gave her the photos. She thanked me again. I told her that I should be the one thanking her, and that she could come to me anytime she wanted to have her picture taken.

On Tuesday, she came to see me again. She said she had given the photos to her boyfriend as a birthday present, and that he was very excited about it. She admitted that she hadn't shown him the photos of masturbation and oral sex because she didn't know if he could handle that kind of stimulation.

I still can't believe this is happening to me, and from then on, I loved photography even more.

(Part Two)

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with their work, wanting to have a relaxing holiday. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was the receptionist at the door telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember having a female friend with the surname Cao. Since she was here, I had to go out and see her. It turned out to be a salesperson from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on buses, and coincidentally, my company was planning advertising for some new products.

As she explained the various bus advertisements, I noticed a certain charm about her. Underneath her dark, tailored blazer, she wore a bright red tank top, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A sizable jade pendant hung from her chest, its red and green colors particularly striking. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated her ample bust.

Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but her speech and mannerisms suggested she was quite outgoing. This sparked a conversation, and we chatted until noon. As the employees left one by one, I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch.

Once we arrived at the restaurant, the setting was different, so naturally, the topics of conversation changed. We exchanged our hobbies, and she mentioned that she had worked as a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy to succeed, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I enjoyed playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying that if the photos were good, I should give her a 100-inch enlargement.

My camera was at the office, so I decided to leave immediately, driving towards Tamsui. It was May, and the weather was just starting to get warm. I arrived at the beach a little past Baisha Bay, where there was a wrecked boat on the beach, and I used up two rolls of film on that boat. Having received modeling training, her poses were quite professional.

I asked her, "Dare to take some revealing photos?"

She asked, "How revealing?"

I said, "Whatever, as much as you dare to show."

She took off her coat, revealing a strapless red tank top underneath, which accentuated her delicate, pink shoulders. I noticed the tank top was tight-fitting, clinging to her body. After taking four or five close-up shots, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, and reached behind her back to unbutton her clothes, pulling out a thin bra and putting it in her purse. Just then, two more points appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull down her neckline a bit, and she did, revealing a rather deep cleavage. I took the photos from above, making her upturned face and cleavage stand out particularly.

After taking three or four photos, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed very confident in her figure.

I said, "Why don't you just take it off?" She said, "Don't be in such a hurry!" Hearing her say that, I knew there was more to come.

As I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and at this point, her nipples were almost completely exposed. After taking two more photos, I really couldn't hold back anymore. I stepped forward and pulled down her clothes, and instantly two full breasts were presented before my eyes. She naturally and quickly pulled her clothes up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?"

The clothes she pulled up didn't go back to their original position; you could say she just covered her exposed breasts with her hands. But her hands were small and couldn't cover her breasts; instead, they looked as if she was supporting them. Her face, with a coquettish yet alluring expression, was even more captivating. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."

After taking a picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrusting out her chest, letting her clothes wrap around her waist, lifting her head, and looking into the distance. I thought this expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulling her miniskirt up to her hips, and supporting her upper body with her arms behind her back, exposing her entire upper body to me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt; through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible. Of course, I wouldn't let this opportunity pass me by; I used up an entire roll of film following her every movement.

While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?"

I said, "Take off your clothes underneath; it would look even better with just the jacket on."

She did as I suggested. The small jacket couldn't quite cover her full breasts. From the side, it showed a bit of her nipples, making the cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her, saying she was indeed a very natural model, and then asked her, "Would you dare to shoot a completely nude scene?"

She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never done one before, and I'd love to try." "Let's try, but how can we take pictures here?"

Although I didn't see anyone walking by nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place where it's just the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place where it

's just the two of us." She picked up her purse, buttoned her coat, and got into the car with me. She wasn't wearing anything under her coat, and the two low buttons couldn't contain her firm breasts. As I drove, she kept looking to her right. She didn't ask me where we were going, she just kept talking about her experiences as a model. I didn't listen to any of it, I was just thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some photos that could really show the girl's characteristics.

We drove to a motel in Tamsui, parked the car, and she got out. Only then did I ask her, "Is it okay to take pictures here?" She said, "Why ask now that we're already here?"

I smiled, opened the trunk, and took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my beloved Hasselblad camera. I then led her upstairs.

The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel is the interior design. The room I chose had an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom was transparent. The wallpaper and sheets were elegantly patterned in deep colors, which accentuated the woman's fair skin.

I pulled her over and whispered, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks from your clothes." She nodded silently and went into the bathroom.

I found the power source indoors, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and set up the Hasselblad camera with a tripod and shutter release cable. Then I turned around and saw her through the clear glass showerhead, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead continuously wash over her body. Water streamed down her nipples like two jets of water. What surprised me most was that her pubic hair was only a single, thin strand. The water flowed down her slender waist, gathering at the point where her legs met, making that area even more alluring.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, but I felt a little embarrassed to stare at her directly. After all, peeping at someone showering is immoral, and I was afraid she'd find out. I took another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it for fill light. While turning the screw, I couldn't help but glance up at her again, and just then, she looked at me too. Our eyes met, and I didn't know what to do, feeling as awkward as if I'd been caught peeping at someone showering. She just smiled instead of answering. Luckily, there was a lot of condensation on the glass, so I couldn't see very clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "You touch up your makeup first, then I'll go shower."

I went into the bathroom, intending to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she wasn't afraid of me watching, why should I be afraid of her watching?

Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, a large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in previous photo albums, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. From her angled back, only half of her breasts were visible below her arms, which seemed even more alluring than from the front. Women spend their lives playing the role of beautiful creatures, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can such a captivating figure be maintained? Isn't the purpose of taking photos to record the most memorable beauty in a woman's life? This girl truly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my underwear and stood behind her, asking, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel with her. I reached out and took the towel away. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is absolutely stunning. The photos will be incredibly captivating."

I moved the sofa to the center, having her recline. The spotlight of the large flash was aimed at her almost flawless body. The camera contained a backlight film, and a color temperature filter was added in front of the flash. This would result in different colors in the developed photos. White areas would appear even whiter due to a slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would make the entire background pitch black, highlighting the lines of the subject.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her voluptuous skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her rosy areolas, long legs, and most notably, her pubic hair were a beauty not usually seen from the outside. When she released the large towel, I was truly aroused. However, she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her that this was to preserve precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Just like when she did costume shows, she should show her best side and all the gifts bestowed upon her by God. But she said she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know very well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately seeking pleasure. It's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing the camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel sexual attraction to the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography shoots, I've never been able to get the ideal photos.

As I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she had just broken up with him, but she didn't feel any regret about losing him because he was a lazy bum. Now, thinking about it, she realized he wasn't worth loving him for over two years. After talking for a while, she seemed to relax. I took pictures from the sofa to the window, and then from the window to the bed. But what I was still dissatisfied with was that her nipples weren't particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her, "Are your nipples always half-retracted like this?"

She said shyly, "Sometimes they protrude."

I asked, "When do they protrude?" Of course, I knew that a woman's nipples only protrude in two situations: when it's cold and during intercourse.

She said, "When I was a model, I used ice cubes to keep them cold."

I opened the refrigerator and found it empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We're going to take close-up shots of her breasts later, could you make her nipples a little more prominent?"

She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then looked down again and rubbed her nipples harder. I said, "Maybe I'll have to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, wanting to say something but then said nothing. I stepped forward and caressed her entire breast with my palm. I immediately felt that her breast was soft yet firm. The feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts is really hard to describe. Then I gently rubbed her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest out for me to touch, and then naturally placed her hand on the back of my hand. I rubbed her nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me too. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for appear.

I whispered, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reveled in the pleasure of being caressed by a man. I could feel that both of her nipples were erect, but her desire was still not enough. I asked her, "Have you ever had sex with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now think about how it felt when you had sex before."

She didn't answer. Following my instructions, she turned her body over. The spotlight shone on her again and again. At this point, she no longer covered her genitals. I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered with sticky fluid, and her eyes were filled with thirst. Suddenly, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "I...I want..."

I asked her, "What do you want?" She still murmured as if in a dream, "I...I..." At the same time, she gripped my hand tightly again and again.

I released her breasts and said, "Now look at me, think about the pleasure of intercourse, this is your most beautiful moment." I reached out and pressed the shutter release cable, the flash seemed to wake her from her dream, and that expression I had captured for so many years disappeared again. I took two more pictures, walked over to her, and asked, "Want to take more?"

She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me."

I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me desperately. I was only wearing underwear, and things immediately changed. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my overwhelming lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands reached inside my vest, stroking my back incessantly. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I also reached for the folds of her legs, which were already overflowing. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear, squatted down, and put my penis in her mouth.

(Part 1)

My interest in photography began after seeing Playboy's photos of beautiful women. Last autumn, I took a photography course at a nearby university. During the course, I received many different training sessions, one of which was outdoor portrait photography.

My model was Nancy—a beautiful woman. I know that a friendly, quiet man makes women feel safe, but not necessarily romantic. I also looked quite ordinary and non-aggressive, so Nancy felt very safe with me. I was just there to take some nice photos. I also promised her I would print an extra copy of the photos, so she was very cooperative.

She wore a blue evening gown and had her hair styled to match. I used two rolls of film just for her look and close-up shots, capturing her in a stunningly beautiful way.

The next lesson was in the classroom, and I gave the reprinted photos to Nancy. She was overjoyed and showed them to all the other classmates, which earned me a lot of praise.

A month later, one of my classmates, Liz, asked me to take her photos. I agreed, asking her to bring the clothes she wanted to wear for the photoshoot to my house on Saturday afternoon.

Alice was very tall and slender with a small bust. She quietly prepared for the shoot, and I went out of my way to rent sets and lighting, turning my basement into a photography studio.

Once everything was ready, Alice picked up a small bag containing her clothes, saying she needed to change. While I was loading the film, she went into the bathroom to change. When she returned, she was wearing a tiny orange bikini! I was speechless with astonishment, and it took me a while to regain my composure and continue working.

I had her change poses constantly, and after using two rolls of film to take photos of her from various angles, Alice went back to the bathroom to change back into her original clothes. Before leaving, she said she was very grateful and hoped to see the photos as soon as possible.

The photos were developed on Wednesday. I handed them to her, but she didn't rush to open the envelope containing the photos. She said she would look at them later, which I understood; she didn't want the other people present to see her bikini and drool.

On Thursday, she came to see me, thanking me again for the photos and asking if I would like to take more. I agreed, asking her to come back on Saturday.

On Saturday morning, I prepared the studio again, naturally more excited than before. Alice arrived at ten o'clock, still with her small bag. She didn't say much, went into the bathroom to change, and as I played with the camera, I wondered what she would wear this time. I hoped she would wear another bikini.

When she returned, she was wearing a semi-transparent white bodysuit. I tried my best to hide my excitement. Alice explained that she wanted to take some special photos so her boyfriend would remember her when he went on his business trip.

She lay down on her side, one hand supporting her head and the other resting on her body. I could clearly see her pink nipples through her clothes, and in that mysterious triangle area, I could see a tiny black shadow. Without saying anything, I started taking pictures. When I finished the first roll of film, she said she was going to change into another outfit. I was very disappointed because I couldn't think of any outfit that would offer a better view.

Five minutes later, she reappeared in the studio wearing a black robe with white stockings. Although this robe wasn't as transparent as the bodysuit, I could still see the outline of her nipples. The robe had a very high slit, and I could see the garter belt.

She slowly lay down, and I began to take close-ups of her. Every time she changed position, I took the opportunity to peek at her body through the gaps in her clothes, but Alice didn't seem to care. I walked behind her and saw that her clothes had ridden up because she was lying down, revealing her entire buttocks without any covering. It turned out she wasn't wearing underwear!

My crotch quickly swelled up. I tried to hide this fact while continuing to move my feet, which was quite painful. I then walked from behind to her in front. This time, she changed her position to kneeling, and unbuttoned a few buttons on her clothes, pulled down her left shoulder, rested her head on her left shoulder, and looked intently at the camera. I kept pressing the shutter. It was a very seductive pose! Then she leaned forward again, revealing her thighs and stockings.

I had run out of film, and while I was changing it, Alice drank the wine I had prepared earlier, then handed me another glass, asking me to keep this a secret. I found it strange; why was she asking me to keep it a secret only after taking these photos? But it seemed there was no other answer but to agree.

She agreed that I could keep a few photos for myself, but I had to give her the negatives. Then she said we could start working.

She was now sitting in a chair, and except for one button, she had unbuttoned all her clothes. I didn't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but I could see one of her breasts. I immediately pressed the shutter and took a few pictures. Then Alice's clothes gently slipped down, revealing her entire breast.

It was so beautiful! Her breasts weren't large, but with those erect, pink nipples, they were absolutely gorgeous. I felt like I was seeing heaven!

She unbuttoned the last button, taking off all her clothes, and then sat cross-legged. Now, besides her white stockings and garter belt, she was completely naked! Because she was sitting cross-legged, I couldn't see her vulva.

After I took a few pictures, she changed position and lay down. As she changed position, I caught a glimpse of her vulva. Now her buttocks looked quite firm and round. Finally, she turned over, facing away from me, and then turned back to look at the camera. It was at this moment that I saw her alluring vulva!

Her pubic hair looked meticulously trimmed. I kept taking pictures until I ran out of film again. I changed the film as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss any great shots. When I finished changing the film, Alice sat back down, this time bending her legs and hugging her knees with her arms. She said I could take some close-ups for her private collection, then spread her legs and placed her hands on either side of her vulva. I quickly moved closer, and she used her hands to part her labia, revealing her entire pink vulva.

I couldn't believe that beneath Alice's quiet exterior lay such passion. She inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while I kept pressing the shutter. This continued for a while, then she rolled over, presenting her entire buttocks to my face. I kept filming her pink and brown vulvas, while she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her vagina. After a while, she rolled over again, and I saw that her eyes were tightly closed, and the speed of her finger pumping increased. I kept filming until I ran out of film again.

While I was changing the film, Alice didn't notice what I was doing. She kept playing with her vulva with one hand, while pinching her nipple with the other. I picked up the camera and captured her expression during orgasm, and also took a picture of her during orgasm, clearly showing the large amount of fluid gushing from her vulva.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes again, looking at me with a slightly flushed face. Now she noticed the abnormality in my crotch. She told me that if I promised not to tell her boyfriend about us, she would resolve my problem as a thank you for taking the photos. She also said she wouldn't have sex with me, but she would do it orally.

She moved closer to me, unzipped my zipper, and took out my penis. My penis wasn't very big, just average-sized, but she was clearly satisfied. She made me sit down, helped me take off my pants and shirt, and slowly knelt down, taking my penis into her mouth.

Unbelievable! She started by gently sucking on my glans, then took more and more in. Her head moved up and down, making my penis thrust in and out of her mouth. Sometimes she would lick my testicles with her tongue. She would always put the whole penis in her mouth, then lift her head to kiss the glans, then lick it with her tongue, while her hands masturbated me at the base of my penis.

I picked up the camera and took pictures of her sucking my penis. It was so stimulating that I couldn't hold on for long and ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed my semen with practiced ease. I watched her gently lick every part of my penis.

When I regained the strength to speak, I thanked her. Alice asked me to promise not to tell anyone and to give her the negatives. Then she stood up, went into the bathroom, changed her clothes, and returned to the studio. I put my pants back on, turned off the lights, and she thanked me again, gave me a light kiss, and left.

I borrowed a darkroom from a friend and carefully developed the photos. It took me almost the entire day because I had to make sure every single photo was developed and that I could keep a copy for myself. I developed two copies because I had to return the negatives to Alice; I didn't have any more chances to develop them.

On Monday, I told Alice that I had brought the photos and left them in the car. She and I walked to my car, and I handed her the photos. She thanked me again. I told her that I should be the one thanking her, and that she could come to me anytime she wanted to take photos.

On Tuesday, she came to me again. She said she had given the photos to her boyfriend as a birthday present, and that he was very excited about it. She admitted that she hadn't shown her boyfriend the photos of masturbation and oral sex because she didn't know if he could handle that kind of stimulation.

I still can't believe this is happening to me, and from then on, I loved photography even more.

(Part Two)

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with their work, wanting to have a relaxing holiday. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was the receptionist at the door telling me that a Ms. Cao wanted to see me. I couldn't remember having a female friend with the surname Cao. Since she was here, I had to go out and see her. It turned out to be a salesperson from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on buses, and coincidentally, my company was planning advertising for some new products.

As she explained the various bus advertisements, I noticed a certain charm about her. Underneath her dark, tailored blazer, she wore a bright red tank top, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A sizable jade pendant hung from her chest, its red and green colors particularly striking. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated her ample bust.

Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but her speech and mannerisms suggested she was quite outgoing. This sparked a conversation, and we chatted until noon. As the employees left one by one, I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch.

Once we arrived at the restaurant, the setting was different, so naturally, the topics of conversation changed. We exchanged our hobbies, and she mentioned that she had worked as a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy to succeed, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I enjoyed playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying that if the photos were good, I should give her a 100-inch enlargement.

My camera was at the office, so I decided to leave immediately, driving towards Tamsui. It was May, and the weather was just starting to get warm. I arrived at the beach a little past Baisha Bay, where there was a wrecked boat on the beach, and I used up two rolls of film on that boat. Having received modeling training, her poses were quite professional.

I asked her, "Dare to take some revealing photos?"

She asked, "How revealing?"

I said, "Whatever, as much as you dare to show."

She took off her coat, revealing a strapless red tank top underneath, which accentuated her delicate, pink shoulders. I noticed the tank top was tight-fitting, clinging to her body. After taking four or five close-up shots, I suggested she take off her bra. She glanced at me, smiled, and reached behind her back to unbutton her clothes, pulling out a thin bra and putting it in her purse. Just then, two more points appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull down her neckline a bit, and she did, revealing a rather deep cleavage. I took the photos from above, making her upturned face and cleavage stand out particularly.

After taking three or four photos, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed very confident in her figure.

I said, "Why don't you just take it off?" She said, "Don't be in such a hurry!" Hearing her say that, I knew there was more to come.

As I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and at this point, her nipples were almost completely exposed. After taking two more photos, I really couldn't hold back anymore. I stepped forward and pulled down her clothes, and instantly two full breasts were presented before my eyes. She naturally and quickly pulled her clothes up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?"

The clothes she pulled up didn't go back to their original position; you could say she just covered her exposed breasts with her hands. But her hands were small and couldn't cover her breasts; instead, they looked as if she was supporting them. Her face, with a coquettish yet alluring expression, was even more captivating. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."

After taking a picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrusting out her chest, letting her clothes wrap around her waist, lifting her head, and looking into the distance. I thought this expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulling her miniskirt up to her hips, and supporting her upper body with her arms behind her back, exposing her entire upper body to me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt; through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible. Of course, I wouldn't let this opportunity pass me by; I used up an entire roll of film following her every movement.

While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?"

I said, "Take off your clothes underneath; it would look even better with just the jacket on."

She did as I suggested. The small jacket couldn't quite cover her full breasts. From the side, it showed a bit of her nipples, making the cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her, saying she was indeed a very natural model, and then asked her, "Would you dare to shoot a completely nude scene?"

She thought for a moment and replied, "I've never done one before, and I'd love to try." "Let's try, but how can we take pictures here?"

Although I didn't see anyone walking by nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place where it's just the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place where it

's just the two of us." She picked up her purse, buttoned her coat, and got into the car with me. She wasn't wearing anything under her coat, and the two low buttons couldn't contain her firm breasts. As I drove, she kept looking to her right. She didn't ask me where we were going, she just kept talking about her experiences as a model. I didn't listen to any of it, I was just thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some photos that could really show the girl's characteristics.

We drove to a motel in Tamsui, parked the car, and she got out. Only then did I ask her, "Is it okay to take pictures here?" She said, "Why ask now that we're already here?"

I smiled, opened the trunk, and took out an 800-watt flash, two tripods, and my beloved Hasselblad camera. I then led her upstairs.

The biggest difference between a motel and a regular hotel is the interior design. The room I chose had an ultrasonic bathtub, and the entire bathroom was transparent. The wallpaper and sheets were elegantly patterned in deep colors, which accentuated the woman's fair skin.

I pulled her over and whispered, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks from your clothes." She nodded silently and went into the bathroom.

I found the power source in the room, plugged in the flash, added a condenser, and set up the Hasselblad camera with a tripod and release cable. Then I turned around and saw her showering through the clear glass, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead continuously wash over her body. Water streamed down her nipples like two jets of water. What surprised me most was that her pubic hair was only a single, thin strand. The water flowed down her slender waist, gathering at the point where her legs met, making that area even more alluring.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, but I was a little embarrassed to stare at her directly. After all, peeping at someone showering is immoral, and I was afraid she would notice. I took another small flash from my camera bag, attached a small tripod, and used it as fill light. While turning the screws, I couldn't help but glance up at her. Just then, she looked right at me too. Our eyes met, and I was completely flustered, feeling like I'd been caught peeping at someone showering. She simply smiled instead of answering. Luckily, the glass was damp, so I couldn't see clearly.

A few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a large towel. I said, "You touch up your makeup first, then I'll go take a shower."

I went into the bathroom, intending to pull up the plastic curtain, but then I thought, if she's not afraid of me watching, why should I be afraid of her watching?

Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, a large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in previous photo albums, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. From her angled back, only half of her breasts were visible below her arms, which seemed even more alluring than from the front. Women spend their lives playing the role of beautiful creatures, but youth is the most precious time. How many years can such a captivating figure be maintained? Isn't the purpose of taking photos to record the most memorable beauty in a woman's life? This girl truly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my underwear and stood behind her, asking, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel with her. I reached out and took the towel away. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hands. I said, "Your figure is absolutely stunning. The photos will be incredibly captivating."

I moved the sofa to the center, having her recline. The spotlight of the large flash was aimed at her almost flawless body. The camera contained a backlight film, and a color temperature filter was added in front of the flash. This would result in different colors in the developed photos. White areas would appear even whiter due to a slight blue tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. Moreover, the spotlight would make the entire background pitch black, highlighting the lines of the subject.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her voluptuous skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her rosy areolas, long legs, and most notably, her pubic hair were a beauty not usually seen from the outside. When she released the large towel, I was truly aroused. However, she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her that this was to preserve precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Just like when she did costume shows, she should show her best side and all the gifts bestowed upon her by God. But she said she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know very well before, and she was a little scared.

I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionately seeking pleasure. It's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing the camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel sexual attraction to the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography shoots, I've never been able to get the ideal photos.

As I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she had just broken up with him, but she didn't feel any regret about losing him because he was a lazy bum. Now, thinking about it, she realized he wasn't worth loving him for over two years. After talking for a while, she seemed to relax. I took pictures from the sofa to the window, and then from the window to the bed. But what I was still dissatisfied with was that her nipples weren't particularly prominent.

While changing the film, I asked her, "Are your nipples always half-retracted like this?"

She said shyly, "Sometimes they protrude."

I asked, "When do they protrude?" Of course, I knew that a woman's nipples only protrude in two situations: when it's cold and during intercourse.

She said, "When I was a model, I used ice cubes to keep them cold."

I opened the refrigerator and found it empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We're going to take close-up shots of her breasts later, could you make her nipples a little more prominent?"

She rubbed her nipples with her fingers, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She looked up at me, then looked down again and rubbed her nipples harder. I said, "Maybe I'll have to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, wanting to say something but then said nothing. I stepped forward and caressed her entire breast with my palm. I immediately felt that her breast was soft yet firm. The feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts is really hard to describe. Then I gently rubbed her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest out for me to touch, and then naturally placed her hand on the back of my hand. I rubbed her nipples with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me too. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for appear.

I whispered, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reveled in the pleasure of being caressed by a man. I could feel that both of her nipples were erect, but her desire was still not enough. I asked her, "Have you ever had sex with your boyfriend before?" She nodded again. I said, "Now think about how it felt when you had sex before."

She didn't answer. Following my instructions, she turned her body over. The spotlight shone on her again and again. At this point, she no longer covered her genitals. I noticed that the pubic hair at the entrance of her vagina was covered with sticky fluid, and her eyes were filled with thirst. Suddenly, her lips moved slightly, and she said, "I...I want..."

I asked her, "What do you want?" She still murmured as if in a dream, "I...I..." At the same time, she gripped my hand tightly again and again.

I released her breasts and said, "Now look at me, think about the pleasure of intercourse, this is your most beautiful moment." I reached out and pressed the shutter release cable, the flash seemed to wake her from her dream, and that expression I had captured for so many years disappeared again. I took two more pictures, walked over to her, and asked, "Want to take more?"

She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me."

I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me desperately. I was only wearing underwear, and things immediately changed. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my overwhelming lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands reached inside my vest, stroking my back incessantly. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I also reached for the folds of her legs, which were already overflowing. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear, squatted down, and put my penis in her mouth.

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