Photographers of "Sexual Happiness"

(Part One)
My interest in photography began after seeing Playboy's photos of beautiful women. That autumn, I attended a photography course at a nearby university. During this 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 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 quite safe with me. I was just there to take some good photos. I also promised her I would 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, capturing her beautifully.
The next class was in the classroom. I gave Nancy the extra printed photos from that shoot, and she was overjoyed, showing them to other students. This earned me a lot of praise.
A month later, my classmate 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 to wear for the photoshoot.
Liz was very tall and slender, with a small bust. She quietly prepared for the shoot, while I rented a set and lighting, turning my basement into a photography studio.
Once everything was ready, Liz 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, Liz 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 them. She said she'd 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 and asking if I'd 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. Liz arrived at ten o'clock, still with her small bag. She didn't say much, going into the bathroom to change. As I fiddled with my camera, I wondered what she'd wear this time. I hoped she'd wear a different bikini.
When she returned, 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 her boyfriend would remember her while 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 faint black shadow. Without saying a word, I began 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 began taking 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 concealment. 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 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 that she was 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 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 naked except for 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 was 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, gush of fluid 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 first gently sucked on my glans, then took more and more in her mouth. She moved 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 would always put the whole penis in her mouth, then lift her head to kiss the glans, and then lick the glans with her tongue, while her hands helped me masturbate 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 skillfully swallowed my semen, 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 her that I wouldn't 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 and turned off the lights. 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 the chance to develop any more. On
Monday, I told Alice that I had brought the photos and left them in the car. She came to my car with me, 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 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 he was very excited. 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 was 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 internal 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 there, I had to go out and see her. It turned out she was a salesperson from an advertising company. Her company handled advertising on public 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 charm 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 colors particularly striking. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated her considerable bust size.
Since she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but her speech and gestures suggested she was quite open-minded, which sparked my conversation. We chatted until noon, and as the employees left, I realized it was almost 1 PM. I got up and invited her to lunch.
At the restaurant, the setting was different, so our conversation naturally shifted. We exchanged our hobbies. She mentioned she had been 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 that afternoon, saying she was free and I'd like to get a 100-inch enlargement if the photos turned out well.
My camera was at the office, so I set off 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 a wrecked boat lay on the shore. I used up two rolls of film on that boat. She had some modeling training, and her poses were quite professional.
I asked her, "Would you dare take some 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 that accentuated her delicate shoulders. I noticed the camisole 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, reached behind her back, unbuttoned her coat, pulled out a thin bra, and put it in her purse. Just then, two more bulges appeared on her chest. I suggested she pull her collar down 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, "Why don't you 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 her nipples were almost completely exposed. After taking two more shots, I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped forward and pulled down her clothes, revealing two full breasts. She naturally and quickly pulled her clothes back up, saying coquettishly, "Why are you doing this?" She
didn't actually pull the clothes back up; she just used her hands to cover her exposed breasts. 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, 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 miniskirt up to her hips, and supporting herself with her arms behind her back. Her entire upper body was now completely naked before my eyes. 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 miss such a shot; I used up an entire roll of film following her movements.
While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?"
I said, "Take off your clothes underneath; it would look better if you only wore your coat."
She did as I suggested. The small coat couldn't cover her full breasts, and the side shots revealed a bit of her nipples, making her 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, but how can I shoot here?"
Although I didn't see anyone walking by nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not go somewhere 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, I kept glancing to my 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 only thinking about how to teach her poses 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, "You're already here and you're only asking now?"
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.
I pulled her close and whispered, "Take off your clothes now and take a bath to get rid of all the marks left by your clothes." She nodded silently and went into the bathroom.
I found a power source indoors, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and mounted the Hasselblad camera on a tripod with a cable release. Then I turned around and saw through the clear glass that she was showering, wearing a shower cap, letting the water from the showerhead 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 thin line. 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. 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. Just then, she looked at me too. Our eyes met, and I was at a loss for words, feeling as awkward as if I'd been caught peeping at someone showering. She simply smiled instead of answering. Luckily, there was a lot of condensation on the glass, 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 shower."
I went into the bathroom, thinking of pulling 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 meticulously touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, a large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back flawlessly. This was a common shot in previous photo albums, but in her performance, 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 side, 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 in my underwear and stood behind her, asking, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling on a large towel. I reached out and removed the towel. 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 middle, having her recline, and aimed the large flash of the camera at her almost flawless body. The camera was equipped with tungsten film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash, resulting in different colors in the developed photos. White areas would appear even whiter due to a slight bluish tint, and her bright red lips would appear even redder. The spotlight would also darken the background, highlighting the subject's lines.
I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her full skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her rosy areolas, long legs, and most remarkably, her pubic hair were a beauty not usually seen from the outside. When she released the large towel, I was truly aroused. But she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts. I told her it was to preserve precious memories of the most beautiful years of her life, and not to worry too much about conventional thinking. Like when she did a fashion show, she should show her best side, all the blessings bestowed upon her by heaven. But she said she had never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know well, and was a little scared.
I think the most beautiful look in a woman's eyes is when she's passionate; it's a look of sexual hunger and a longing for affection. Unfortunately, capturing that look is very difficult. Everyone freezes when facing a camera, and that look immediately disappears. Especially since models don't necessarily feel desire for the photographer, I've participated in several nude photography sessions before, but I never managed to get the ideal photos.
While I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she had just broken up with him, but losing him didn't make her feel regretful, because he was a lazy and unambitious guy, and now she realized he wasn't worth loving for over two years. As we talked more, she seemed to relax from her earlier tension. I
took photos from the sofa to the window, then from the window to the bed, but I was still not satisfied with her work because 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?" I knew, of course, 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 warm."
I opened the refrigerator, and it was completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We're going to shoot close-ups of your breasts later, could you make your 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 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 remaining silent. I stepped forward and caressed her entire breast with my palm. I instantly felt its soft yet firm texture; the sensation of a man touching a woman's full breasts is truly indescribable. Then, I gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. She first looked down at my hand, thrusting her chest forward for me to touch, then naturally placed her hand on the back of mine. I rubbed her nipple with two fingers, and she suddenly moaned. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me. At that moment, I saw the expression I had been waiting for appear.
I whispered, "Does it feel good?" She nodded, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and became lost in the pleasure of being caressed. I felt her nipples were already 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 flash of the camera shining on her again and again. This time she was no longer covering 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 hunger. Suddenly her mouth moved, and she said, "I...I want..."
I asked her, "What do you want?" She still said 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. The flash seemed to wake her from her dream, and that expression I had captured for years disappeared again. I took two more pictures, walked over to her, and asked, "Want more pictures?"
She suddenly hugged my neck and said, "Kiss me."
I kissed her, and she pressed her naked body against me. I was only wearing underwear, and she immediately reacted. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my raging desire. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands slipped inside my vest, stroking my back. I lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned even louder. I reached down to the juncture of her legs, which was already overflowing. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear, squatted down, and put my penis in her mouth.
Her oral sex technique wasn't great, but the service of a beautiful girl was still very enjoyable. I slowly guided her to gently take my penis in and out, moving up and down, while I slowly thrust in and out of her mouth.
I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, so I asked her to stop and calm down while I asked if she needed a condom. Having worked as a photographer for a while, I always carry several condoms with me to reduce the risk of infection and avoid unnecessary complications; pregnancy brings too much trouble and is harmful to both parties. However, the reason I asked her if she wanted a condom was because, based on our interaction and observation, I was certain she was a clean girl who could go without one, and from my perspective, it would be more pleasurable without one, as long as I didn't ejaculate inside her.
She had already stood up and was lying back down on the bed, saying that her period had just ended a day ago and she didn't need a condom; clearly, she didn't want to waste any more time. I went over and stroked her legs. Having been a model, her legs were long and slender, with almost no excess fat—among the top few I'd photographed. I slowly lifted her legs, but didn't penetrate her. Instead, I took several photos of her vulva, some full-body shots and some close-ups, because her opening was glistening with moisture—a woman's most aroused and beautiful moment. I told her I would print two copies of all the photos, one for her and one for myself, but not to worry, I wouldn't let anyone else see them; it was professional ethics.
After putting down the camera, I began to fully immerse myself in sex. After the oral sex, my desire was completely ignited. I held my penis, aimed it at her opening, and gently rubbed it in circles a few times, letting her juices coat the glans, before pushing it in. Although she had been to bed before, her vagina was still like a virgin's. After forcefully pushing the head of my penis inside, I didn't rush to thrust all the way in. She moaned softly and said, "Come in quickly, I want it."
Without hesitation, I thrust all the way in, feeling the warmth and moisture inside her vagina. Pleasure instantly spread throughout my body. I gently pulled out a little, then slowly inserted again, thinking she needed some time to adjust. Then I increased my speed, thrusting all the way in each time. She moaned rhythmically with my movements. She wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my arms, enduring my thrusts. I leaned down, supporting myself on the bed with my left hand, and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it. My right hand grasped her right breast, kneading it and feeling its soft, delicate texture.
I didn't intend to linger too long. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated on her. She panted and said, "I need to take another shower." I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where we washed away the traces of our encounter. While showering, I even considered doing it again, but I resisted the urge. After showering, I focused on completing today's photography task because I believe women are beautiful and captivating even afterward, and I wanted to capture that moment for her.
(The End)

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