Photographers of "Sexual Happiness"

(Part One)

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 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, and 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 her outfit. 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, which 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 backdrop 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. Without saying much, she went 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 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 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 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 it a secret. I found it strange that she only asked me to keep it a secret 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 a clear picture of the copious 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 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 would happen 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 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 that afternoon, saying she was free and I could take good photos of her. She said if the photos were good, I'd give her a 100-inch enlargement.

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 dare 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 photos, 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 more 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 contain her full breasts, and from the side, it showed 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 only thinking about how to teach her to pose and take some 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.

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 set up the Hasselblad camera with a tripod and release cable. Then, turning around, I saw through the 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 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 was 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 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, 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 shower."

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

Through the glass, I saw her carefully touching up her makeup in front of the mirror on the wall. Suddenly, the large towel slipped down, revealing her entire back perfectly. This was a common shot in my previous photobooks, but on her, it seemed different. The lines formed by her slightly slender shoulders and arms represented the most beautiful moment of 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 last? A photoshoot is about capturing a woman's most memorable beauty, and this girl certainly deserves to be photographed extensively.

I walked out of the bathroom in only my underwear, stood behind her, and asked, "Are you done?" She stood up, pulling a large towel. I reached out and removed the towel. She took a step back, covering her lower body with her hand. I said, "Your figure is truly amazing. The photos will be stunning."

I moved the sofa to the middle, had her recline, and aimed the large flash at her almost flawless body. The camera used a tungsten film, and a color temperature paper was added in front of the flash. This resulted 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. The spotlight also made the background completely black, highlighting the subject's lines.

I kept praising her figure and skin. Indeed, her plump 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. 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 ideas. Just like in a fashion show, she should show her best side and all the gifts bestowed upon her by heaven. 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 difficult. Everyone freezes in front of the camera, and that look vanishes instantly. Especially since models don't necessarily feel desire for the photographer. That's why, in my previous nude photography sessions, 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'd just broken up with him, but she didn't feel sorry for him because he was a lazy bum, and now she realized he wasn't worth loving for over two years. As we talked, she seemed to relax. I photographed her from the sofa to the window, then from the window to the bed. But what I still wasn't satisfied 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 or during intercourse.

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

I opened the refrigerator and found it empty except for two cans of beer, which weren't even cold. I said, "We're going to shoot close-ups of your breasts later, could you make your nipples protrude a little?"

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 have to rub them for it to work."

She glanced at me shyly, wanting to say something but not saying anything. I stepped forward and stroked 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 forward for me to touch, then naturally placed her hand on the back of mine. 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 became intoxicated by the pleasure of being caressed by a man. I felt that both of her nipples were erect, but my 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, "Look at me now, 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 years disappeared again. I took two more pictures, walked to her side, and asked her, "Want to take more pictures?"

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 immediately, a change occurred. Her lower abdomen rubbed against my genitals, further arousing a raging wave of lust. Her tongue churned in my mouth like a blender, and her hands reached into my vest, constantly stroking my back. I lowered my head and suckled at her breast. She moaned even louder. I reached down to the juncture of her legs, which was already soaking wet. I touched her vulva, and she reached down and pulled down my underwear, then knelt down and put my penis in her mouth.

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