I messed with a pretty girl while taking photos.

Weekends are always pleasant; everyone is busy with work, hoping for 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 recall 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 buses, and coincidentally, my company was working on advertising for some new products. As she explained the various aspects of bus advertising, I noticed that this young woman did possess a certain indescribable charm. 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, the red and green colors particularly striking. Below the pendant, a high bulge indicated her considerable bust size. Because she was sitting opposite me, I couldn't see her waistline, but from her words and actions, it was clear she was a rather open-minded girl.

This sparked my conversation, and we chatted until noon. The employees all left work one by one, and I realized it was almost 1 p.m., so I got up and invited her to lunch. At the restaurant, the setting was different, so naturally, our topics changed. We exchanged our hobbies. She said she had been a model for a while, but later realized her height wasn't ideal and it wouldn't be easy to stand out, so she gave it up and switched to advertising. I said I liked playing with cameras, especially portrait photography, and we hit it off immediately. She offered to be my model that afternoon, saying if the photos were good, I'd give her a 100-inch enlargement.

I left my camera at the office and headed off. The car drove 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. I used two rolls of film on that boat. Since she had 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 camisole underneath, which accentuated her shoulders like delicate 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, reached behind her back, unbuttoned her coat, pulled out a thin bra, and put 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 very confident in her figure. I said, "Why don't you just take it off?" She said, "Don't be in such a hurry!" As soon as she said that, I knew there was more to come. While I was thinking this, she pulled her clothes down a little further, and her nipples were almost completely exposed. After taking two more pictures, I couldn't resist anymore. I went up and pulled down her clothes, and her two full breasts were immediately in front of me. 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; it was more like 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 charming. I quickly said, "Okay, just like that, don't move."

After taking one picture, she suddenly opened her hands, thrust out her chest, wrapped her clothes around her waist, raised her head, and looked into the distance. I thought that expression was too affected, so I asked her to turn around and look at my toes. Instead, she squatted down, pulled her mini-skirt up to her hips, and supported her upper body with her arms behind her.

So her entire upper body was exposed before my eyes, and I could vaguely see her black panties under her skirt; a few pubic hairs were visible through the transparent material. Of course, I wouldn't miss such a shot, and I used up an entire roll of film as she turned.

While loading the film, she asked me, "Are you satisfied with the photos?" I said, "It would be better if you took off your clothes underneath, just wearing your jacket." She did as I said, and the small jacket couldn't cover her full breasts. From the side, it showed a bit of her nipples, and her cleavage looked 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 walking by nearby, there were still a few people fishing in the distance. I thought, why not find a place just for the two of us? I said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere just for 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 experiences as a model. I wasn't listening at all; I was just thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some photos that truly captured her unique charm.

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 me 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 lies in 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 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 the power outlet, plugged in the flash, added a lens hood, and set up the Hasselblad camera with a tripod and shutter release.

Then I turned around and saw her showering through the transparent glass, 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 juncture of her legs, 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, and 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 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 can 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 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 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 a photo album 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 the 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 truly amazing. When the photos are developed, they will definitely be stunning."

I moved the sofa to the middle, had her lie diagonally, and aimed the large flashlight's spotlight at her almost flawless body. The camera was equipped with a tungsten film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash, so the developed photos would have different colors; 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 full skin, exquisite figure, and beautiful face were all top-notch. Her tender pink areolas, long legs, and most remarkably, her pubic hair were a beauty that couldn't be seen from the outside. When she released the large towel earlier, I was indeed greatly aroused. But she seemed very concerned about covering her private parts.

I told her 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 in a fashion show, she should show her best self, the blessings bestowed upon her by heaven. But she said she'd never been completely naked in front of a man she didn't know well before, and she 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 sexual attraction towards the photographer, which is why I've never been able to get the ideal photos in my previous nude photography sessions.

While I was shooting, I chatted with her, asking if she had a boyfriend. She said she'd just broken up with him, but she didn't feel sorry for him because he was a lazy good-for-nothing, and now she realized he wasn't worth loving for over two years.

As we talked more, she seemed to relax from her initial tension. The camera panned from the sofa to the window, then from the window to the bed. However, I remained unsatisfied 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 to keep them cold."

I opened the refrigerator, only to find it completely empty except for two cans of beer, and the beer wasn't even cold. I said, "We're going to shoot a close-up 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 much 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 not saying anything. I stepped forward and stroked her entire breast with my palm. I immediately felt that her breasts were soft yet firm; the feeling of a man touching a woman's full breasts was truly hard to describe.

Then I gently rubbed her nipples 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 my hand. I rubbed her nipples 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 was immersed in the pleasure of being caressed by a man. 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 been capturing 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 mine. I was only wearing underwear, and that immediately changed her. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing my raging lust. 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 with desire. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear. I knelt down and put my penis in her mouth.

I don't know how long she sucked before spitting it out. I put her on the sofa and asked her, "Do you want it?" She still held onto my lower body, kissing me from my navel to my lower abdomen, all the way to my penis, saying repeatedly, "I want it, I want it." I took a step back and said, "Now imagine me penetrating your body, kissing your breasts."

After taking four or five more pictures, she couldn't hold back any longer. She stepped forward and hugged me tightly again. Her skin was cold, but it quickly warmed up when I held her in my arms. Her nipples first gently rubbed against my body, then pressed tightly against me.

I picked her up, walked to the bedside, and as I put her down, I pressed myself against her. At this moment, my penis easily slipped through her labia and entered her vagina. She cried out loudly, hugging me tightly with both arms, wrapping her legs around my calves, and her tongue frantically moving in my mouth, making constant noises.

Her vagina was incredibly slippery, tightly gripping my penis. I slowly began to thrust, and her vagina tightened and loosened with the rhythm of my thrusts. I asked her, "Does this feel good?" She murmured dreamily, "Yes, so good, faster, faster."

I increased my speed, and she responded with faster breathing. I told her to turn over so I could penetrate her from behind. She supported herself with one hand, frantically rubbing her breasts with the other, then touched my penis. I reached into her vagina, finding her clitoris. This action almost drove her crazy. I thrust in as deeply as I could, each time with a scream from her.

Then I turned her back over. She lay flat, looking at me with hungry eyes. I pulled up her legs, revealing her vulva completely. She seemed unsure how I was going to penetrate her, her eyes filled with doubt. I raised her legs and penetrated her again.

Because I had pulled her legs high, her genitals strained even more. She kept twisting her head and screaming, as if she couldn't withstand the impact on her body. Her breasts swayed with her twisting, and she desperately grabbed her breasts and then the sheets. Her reactions made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated into her uterus.

I lowered her legs, and she breathed heavily. I saw a stream of white liquid slowly flowing from her vagina. I grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and covered her vulva, but her hands wrapped around my neck again. I pressed myself tightly against her body, and our tongues intertwined once more. As we walked into the bathroom, she said, "It's been so long since I've felt like this."

I replied, "Me too." The ultrasonic bathtub was filled with water, and she poured in foam bath gel, quickly creating layers of foam. Our bodies were pressed together, surrounded by the foam.

I didn't know what to say, and she didn't speak either, but our four hands kept roaming over each other's bodies. I was thinking about how this strange encounter had happened today. We'd only known each other for a little over four hours since this morning, and we'd already done the most important thing between a man and a woman. How was this going to develop? She'd come to visit to try and get an advertising deal, and I was already interested in advertising. It seemed I could agree to her request, but should this game continue?

She gently kissed my cheek and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why haven't you reacted for so long?" I snapped out of my daze and realized that her small hands were stroking my penis underwater, but because I was thinking about something else, I didn't know how long she'd been doing it, but there was still no reaction. I said, "Where did you come from, you little devil, making me dizzy?"

She said, "What? You brought me here, how can you call me a devil?" We both laughed, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately again. As the water cooled, I pulled her up and let go of the showerhead to rinse off the soap. She grabbed the showerhead first and gently rinsed me from back down, then turned to face me, carefully washing my penis again and again. I asked her, "Why are you so nice to him?"

She replied, "He just gave me pleasure!" Then it was my turn to rinse her. The strong jet of water hitting my glans produced a strange pleasure. I thought aiming the water at her clitoris would also give her pleasure. I had her sit on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread apart. This time I could truly see her entire genitals. When I sprayed water at her clitoris, she quickly closed her legs. I asked her, "Don't you think that will give you pleasure?"

She said, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the bathtub." I went behind her and let her lean against me. She grabbed the showerhead and ran it over her genitals. I started massaging her breasts from behind. After a few minutes, she put down the showerhead, stood up, and said, "This is so boring. It just makes me itchy inside." We dried ourselves off and went back to bed, embracing each other. We both watched the pornographic film on TV. I asked her, "What do you women feel when you watch this kind of film?" She said, "It depends on the time and place." The

film on TV was a Japanese film with sadomasochistic elements. The male protagonist liked to tie up women for sex. The women's cries of pain after being tied up were very seductive to the male protagonist. It seemed that the women were being tortured and pitiful, but afterwards, they were very satisfied with this painful pleasure.

She rested her head in my arms, her hands gently stroking my chest repeatedly. Watching the scenes on TV, her hands gradually tightened and moved downwards, finally reaching my most sensitive spot. I tightened my grip on her breasts, and her body began to writhe, pressing closer to me, her thighs covering my lower body. I could feel her rubbing my body against her genitals under the sheets.

I shifted my position to check her expression, and she gasped, "It's so itchy inside." I rolled over, sucking on her full breasts while reaching for her vulva. Her previously clean vulva was now overflowing with moisture. I slowly inserted my fingers, and she quickly spread her legs. The deeper I went, the louder her moans grew, and the more my fingers moved inside her. She not only writhed more violently, but her hand gripping my penis also stroked it faster.

Suddenly, she sat up, climbed on top of me, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her vagina. I thrust upwards, and she cried out, then began to move wildly again, her body undulating up and down, her hands gripping mine, vigorously kneading her breasts until she was tired. I pulled her up from the bed and made her stand facing the mirror. I sat on the edge of the bed first, then she sat on my lap with her back to me, and she naturally inserted my penis into her vagina again.

In the mirror, we both saw an alluring figure, constantly writhing, her waist and chest thrusting upwards in waves, her four hands roaming everywhere. Her already full breasts were now even firmer, the protruding nipples occasionally hindering my wandering hands.

Below her slender waist were sparse pubic hairs, and beneath them was a hard, erect penis, held between her pink labia. She intermittently opened her eyes to admire her proud figure, then quickly closed them again, enjoying the pleasure of sex. Then she gave me unparalleled pleasure once again. With each breath, her vagina contracted repeatedly, from my penis to the glans, as if she were sucking on it with her mouth.

The television broadcast the woman's screams of torture, mixed with moans of pleasure. In the mirror's reflection, we saw on the screen a woman bound hand and foot, suspended face down in the air. The male protagonist was standing, penetrating the completely suspended woman. Her breasts were facing downwards, bound by ropes, and her hands were tightly tied behind her back, making them look like they were about to fall off. The male

protagonist grabbed the woman's spread thighs, penetrating her vagina and anus. The woman couldn't exert any leverage, completely at the male protagonist's mercy, only able to scream. These cries greatly excited her. She sat up, leaned over the edge of the bed, and wanted me to penetrate her from behind. Her raised buttocks accentuated her vulva. As I vigorously thrust my lower body, I also roughly grabbed her breasts. She kept yelling, "Harder, harder!"

I didn't know if she wanted me to penetrate harder or grab harder. I only saw her face in the mirror, which looked like it was in great pain. Naturally, whether I was penetrating or grabbing, I unconsciously used more force. I pulled her

hands behind her back and held them tightly. At this point, she could only use her head to support the pillow, her face turned to the left, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open as she gasped for breath, but her buttocks were still raised high. She cried out even louder. I wondered if I should penetrate her anus, but I had never had any experience with anal penetration before, and I felt that doing so would be somewhat dirty. I still didn't want to penetrate her anus.

Perhaps she was tired of my thrusting in that position, and wanted to turn over. I released her, and we both landed on the sheets, our bodies still tightly joined. I kissed her back, but it seemed that wasn't enough to satisfy her, so I flipped her over again, lifted her buttocks, and bent her knees towards her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her knees and placed them on her breasts, making her vagina protrude.

I thrust deeply all the way in, and she couldn't move. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, so there was another point of contact between us. I sealed both her mouths shut, and I could only feel the pain from her fingernails digging into my back again and again, but the more painful it was, the more I felt the pleasure of conquest. With another strong tremor from her, I released my semen for the second time.

After the second round of passion, we were both a bit tired. Ignoring her objections, I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. Unexpectedly, she said, "Can I have one too?"

I lit one for her, and we lay on the bed, exhaling smoke rings. It seemed she was a heavy smoker. Curious, I asked her, "How did you learn that contracting technique?"

She said, "Back in school, I had a best friend who worked part-time at a famous brothel. The owner taught them some methods to make men feel better. When she came back, she told us. Although we didn't want to discuss it openly, we secretly practiced it in the shower and in bed. In the shower, we practiced sucking water; in bed, we inserted our fingers and sucked repeatedly. Later, I learned from my boyfriend that this skill really does make men feel better. Actually, we also feel better because the man experiences pleasure. Later, we also learned some oral sex techniques. At first, it was just for fun, but later we realized that it gives both men and women greater pleasure."

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