A good photography career

My model was Nancy—a beautiful woman. I knew that a kind, quiet man would make a woman feel safe, but wouldn't make her fall in love. Besides, I looked quite ordinary and non-threatening, so Nancy felt very safe with me. I was just there to take some nice photos. I also promised her I'd print an extra copy after the photos were developed, 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-ups, making her look incredibly beautiful.
The next class was in the classroom, and I gave Nancy the extra printed photos. She was overjoyed and showed them to her classmates, which earned me a lot of compliments.
A month later, one of my classmates, Liz, asked me to take her photos. I agreed, and she was asked to come to my house on Saturday afternoon with the clothes she wanted for the photoshoot.
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 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 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 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 others present to drool over her bikini.
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 photo studio again, naturally even more excited than before. Liz 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. Liz explained that she wanted to take some special photos so that her boyfriend would remember her when he was on a business trip.
She lay down, on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other resting on her body. Through the dress, I could clearly see her pink nipples, and in that mysterious triangle area, I could see a hint of black. 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 rather high slit, and I could see her garter belt.
She slowly lay down, and I started 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 rapidly, and I tried to hide it while continuing to move, which was quite painful. I walked back to her from behind. She changed her position to kneeling, unbuttoned a few buttons on her clothes, pulled down her left shoulder, rested her head on her left shoulder, and focused intently on the camera. I kept pressing the shutter; it was a very alluring pose! Then she leaned forward, revealing her thighs and garter belt.
I had run out of film. 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 that she was asking me to keep it a secret only after taking these photos. But it seemed that 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 sitting in a chair, and except for one button, she had unbuttoned all her clothes. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I could see one of her breasts. I immediately pressed the shutter and took a few pictures. Then, Alice's clothes gently slid down, revealing her entire breasts.
They were so beautiful! Although her breasts weren't large, the pink, erect nipples were absolutely gorgeous; it was like seeing heaven!
She unbuttoned the last button, took off all her clothes, and then sat cross-legged. Now, she was wearing nothing but white stockings and a garter belt! Because she was sitting cross-legged, I couldn't see her vulva.
After I took a few more 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 rolled over, turning her back to me, then turned her head 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 my 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 pump it in and out, while I kept pressing the shutter. This continued for a while, then she rolled over, presenting her entire buttocks to 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 rolled over again, and I saw her eyes were closed, and the speed of her finger pumping 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 and pinching her nipple with the other. I picked up my camera and captured her expression during her orgasm, as well as the clear, abundant 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 unusual thing in my pants. She told me that if I promised not to tell her boyfriend about us, she would help me with my problem as a thank you for taking the photos. She also said she wouldn't have sex with me, but she was willing to use her mouth instead.
She moved closer to me, unzipped my pants, and took out my penis. My penis wasn't very big, only 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.
It was unbelievable. She started by gently sucking on the head of my penis, 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 entire penis in her mouth, then lift her head to kiss the head, then lick it again, while
her hands masturbated me at the base of my penis. I picked up the camera again and took pictures of her sucking my penis. It was so stimulating that I couldn't hold back for long and ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed my semen with great skill, and 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 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 more.
On Monday, I told Alice 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 her photos taken.
On Tuesday, she came to see me again. She said she had given the photos to her boyfriend as a birthday present, and 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 the stimulation.
I still couldn't believe this would happen to me, and from then on, I liked 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 described the various aspects of bus advertisements, I noticed a certain allure about this young woman. Underneath a dark, suit-style jacket, she wore a bright red camisole, and a sparkling necklace adorned her fair neck. A sizable jade pendant hung from her chest, its red and green hues particularly striking. Below the pendant, a prominent bulge indicated her considerable bust size.
Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but her speech and mannerisms suggested she was quite open-minded. This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. As the employees left, I realized it was almost 1 PM, so I invited her to lunch.
At the restaurant, the setting was different, and naturally, our topics of conversation shifted. We shared our hobbies. She mentioned she had worked as a model for a while, but realized her height wasn't ideal for success, so she switched to advertising. I said I enjoyed photography, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model since she was free that afternoon, saying she'd give me a 100-inch enlarged copy if the photos turned out well.
My camera was at the office, so I left without hesitation, 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 a wrecked boat lay on the shore. I used up two rolls of film on that boat. She had some modeling training, after all, and her poses were quite professional.
I asked her, "Would you dare take some more revealing photos?"
She asked, "How revealing?"
I said, "Whatever, as much as you're willing to show."
She took off her coat, revealing a strapless red camisole underneath, making her shoulders look like delicate pink jade. I noticed the camisole was tight-fitting, clinging tightly 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 prominent nipples 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, emphasizing her upturned face and cleavage.
After three or four shots, she said, "Should I pull it down a little more?" She seemed quite confident in her figure.
I said, "Just take it off." She said, "Don't be in such a hurry!" Hearing her say that, I knew something interesting was coming.
As I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and now her nipples were almost completely exposed. After taking two more pictures, I couldn't hold back any longer. I stepped forward and pulled down her clothes, revealing her two full breasts. She quickly pulled her clothes back up, coquettishly saying, "Why are you doing this?"
The clothes she pulled up didn't actually go back to their original position; she was just covering her exposed breasts with her hands. But her hands were small and couldn't cover her breasts completely; instead, it looked like she was supporting them with her hands. Her coquettish expression was even more alluring. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."
After taking one picture, she suddenly opened her arms, thrust out her chest, wrapped her clothes around her waist, and lifted her head, 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 mini-skirt up to her hips, and supporting her upper body with her arms behind her back. Her entire upper body was now completely naked in front of me. I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt, and through the transparent material, a few pubic hairs were visible. Of course, I wouldn't miss such shots, and I used up an entire roll of film as she moved.
While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?"
I said, "Take off your clothes underneath; it would be better if you only wore your coat."
She did as I suggested. The small coat couldn't cover her full breasts, and from the side, it revealed a bit of her nipples, making her cleavage even more beautiful. I praised her for being 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, but how can I shoot here?"
Although I didn't see anyone around, 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 somewhere 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; the two low buttons couldn't hide her firm breasts. As I drove, she kept glancing to her right. She didn't ask where we were going, only talking about her past experiences as a model. I wasn't listening at all; I was just thinking about how to teach her to pose and take photos that truly captured the girl's unique qualities.
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 photos 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 further accentuated the woman's fair skin.

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