Working the Docks
Now let me preface this by saying, no, I wasn’t cruising the docks looking to get picked up. This is the 21st century after all! I use the internet to get picked up! What can I say? I’m a modern woman. This particular gentleman just happened to have a townhouse on the water in Annapolis, and he had a boat slip right off his deck. So, dock-eque. I’m a cheeky bitch.
I had hooked up with him before, just making out, blowing him and him photographing me stroking my clit to completion. He had once been a professional news photographer, so he had great equipment(in many ways) and a good eye. It doesn’t hurt that I absolutely LOVE being photographed with a dick in my mouth(obviously).
This particular evening I showed up en femme, dressed slightly down in flat sandals, a midi skirt and denim jacket, with my ever trusty “slut” bag packed and in hand. We chatted briefly, catching up(I had gotten to know him relatively well via our correspondence, and actually would’ve probably been natural friends otherwise), flirting a bit, and talking about the evening to soon begin in earnest. Earlier in the week he had mentioned in passing that he never got to indulge a schoolgirl fantasy he had long harbored but had never fulfilled. I’m a ditz but even I can pick up on a hint.... After a bit I asked him if he had his camera all ready and would he like me to model for him. He eagerly agreed, leading me into a “studio’’ of sorts he had set up in the living room, with lighting, two tripods mounted with cameras, etc. I was impressed! I figured we could start with some more “tasteful” pics in my current outfit, so he had me sit on the ottoman, posing me, taking different angles, expressions, moving me tot the couch, standing, etc. This went on for maybe 10-15 minutes, and each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs or moved into a new position, I could feel my clit slowly leaking into my panties. I would occasionally wiggle, trying to contain my excitement, my poses edging further and further away from tasteful. I asked him if he’d excuse me for a second. He said sure, feel free to take my time and do whatever I needed to get ready. He need not worry. I can be efficient when need be.
I excused myself to the bathroom, “slut bag” in hand. I slipped out of my flats and the skirt, changed panties into fresh baby pink Victoria’s Secret lace panties with black trim, matching, white lace knee socks, a poofy white and pink taffeta skirt, tight white blouse with a pink sweater vest, and the cutest pink patent ankle strap heels. I had my hair done up in a sexy little brunette bob, slipped on some sparkly bracelets, freshened up my lipstick and made my grand entrance.
I’m pretty sure this surprise was exactly what he had hoped for. His wide eyes scanned me from head to toe. He quickly went from surprised to smiling. “Now THAT is what I’m talking about.”
“I’m a good listener,” I said as I walked toward him, turning and quickly flipping up the back of my skirt to give him a quick peek of my panties. He stepped to me, reaching his hands around to the front of my waist, pulling me to him. I could feel his breath on my ear. I leaned from toe to toe, swaying gently against his body. His hands moved slowly over my body, tracing lines along my arms, across my neck and shoulders, along my waist and hips, brushing ever so closely to my pantiline. He brushed my hair to the side, gently kissing and nibbling my neck. I could feel him thickening against my ass.
I turned in his arms so were were face to face. “Patience,” I whispered. “Didn’t you say you were going to take my class picture?” I gave him a quick kiss and set myself down on the couch. I fixed my makeup as he readied his camera.
Again he directed me, posing me on all fours, bent over the couch, leaned back on the floor exposing the hem of my panties. I asked him all kinds of leading questions as he snapped photos. Did he like taking pictures of girls like me? Did it ever make him hard? Did he ever fuck one of his subjects? Did he ever take pictures of a girl sucking his cock? Did he want to now?
Clearly he did, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. I told him I though we had enough pictures, it since there was still time left in my session, I’d like to use my time wisely. We embraced again, this time kissing more deeply, our tongues intertwined as our bodies locked together, his hands gripping my ass, practically picking me up off my feet.
Between kisses he said to me, “I want you in my bed. I want to lay back and watch you suck my cock.” He led the way to the bedroom.
“Why don’t you get comfortable? I just need to touch up my lipstick and lipgloss.”
When I returned, he was standing at the edge of the bed, in a robe. We began kissing again, and I untied the robe, letting his fully erect cock poke through the folds. I began to gently stroke it, feeling the precum ooze between my fingers. He let the robe slip from his shoulders, eased back onto the bed, while I sashayed around to the foot of the bed. He lay down in the middle, adjusting a pillow under his head, and reached for another camera. I began to crawl up onto the bed, him snapping pictures as I slinked across the sheets, guiding myself between his legs. I began to kiss my way up from his knees, the inside of his thigh, until his cock stood straight at attention before my eyes. I gazed at him as the shutter clicked away, my hand carefully caressing the entirety of the shaft, blowing gently on the head, running my tongue from under his balls, from the base of the shaft, along its length, my tongue making swirling circles around the head. I slowly took the head into my mouth, stopping to look right into the camera as he snapped pictures of my little slut mouth taking his cock. I held the base of his cock while cradling his balls, letting the shaft slide in and out of my mouth, a slow steady rhythm building, my back arched and my ass in the air exposed as my skirt rode up my hips. I crossed my legs, my clit lazily and contentedly grinding against the soft sheets as I continued to take his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel his hand on the back of my head, gently pressing me farther down until his entire cock was in my mouth. I started to run my tongue along the shaft as I sucked, and he began to moan. I let him slowly fuck my mouth until I needed to take a breath. “You like that? Wouldn’t you rather fuck my pussi?”
I think I took him by surprise again. I don’t think it had entered his mind until I had said it, considering we didn’t fuck the last time we had met. “ Well, yeah. Sure, I mean absolutely!” He stopped for a second. “Would you mind if I filmed us fucking?”
“Of course I wouldn’t. Go for it.”
He quickly hopped up and returned with the tripods, quickly setting up two different angles, pressed record, and came back to the bed. He had gone a bit soft, so we started to kiss again, and being the complete slut that I am, I was quickly back between his legs with his thick cock right back in my dirty little whore mouth. He was very quickly fully erect again. “You want to fuck me don’t you? You want to fuck my tight little ass.”
“Fuck yes. I want to see my dick in your pussi. I want you so bad.”
I moved up on all fours, pivoting so as to offer my ass to him, resting my weight on my elbows. He slid a lubed up finger into my pussi, working my hole while he stroked my clit. I was practically fucking his finger, I wanted it so bad. He slid his finger out, and I could feel him shift his weight, his hand on my lower back, as he used his free hand to press the head of his cock against my hole. I took a deep breath as he pressed more firmly, the head sliding past the rim of my pussi. God, that wonderful first moment when a man begins to fuck you, filling you with his cock. Both hands returned to my hips, pushing further and further inside me until his hips were locked against my ass. He muttered under his breath about how good I felt, how good fucking me was going to be. He went slowly at first, back and forth back and forth, pulling my hips, me pulling away, the push and pull of slow building sexual ecstasy.
“Do you like fucking me? You like having your hard cock in my slutty mouth and tight pussi? You want to fuck me hard, don’t you?”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to pound harder and harder inside me until I was no longer on all fours. He had me flat on my stomach, thrusting his cock in and out of my hole, me whimpering with pleasure beneath him, his breathing hard and heavy.
“Oh god oh god, I want to cum inside you. I’m gonna cum so hard. Waitwaitwait.” His rhythm slowed until he was resting, his cock completely buried in my ass.
“I want to be kissing you when I cum.” He slid out of me, helped me turn over, and began kissing me. I pulled my legs up on either side of him, wrapping them around his hips. I pivoted slightly, feeling his cock pressing against me once more. He moved his arms below my legs, locking the inside of his elbows against the backs of my knees. We kept kissing, his tongue probing mine as he slid back inside me. He was on top of me now, slowly building the rhythm once again. His cock pumped, gliding back and forth inside me, the tempo increasing with each thrust. In short order he was once again fucking me senseless. I couldn’t move, and had no desire to. I just wanted to feel his cock inside me, fucking his sexy little schoolgirl into oblivion. We kissed in fleeting moments, but he was pounding me so hard. It seemed he had no limit to how hard he could fuck! His body began to tense, his breaths growing shorter and sharper. He continued to mutter between the breaths, his eyes clenched shut, the muttering growing more audible with each deep thrust into my pussi until his breath escaped in one quick burst as his cock began to throb, pulsing his cum deep into my pussi. He gave a quick shudder, his body slackening. He held his cock inside me, carefully rolling to one side. My panties were soaked with sweat and my cum too. He caressed my cheek as we kissed, quietly enjoying the bliss.
I had hooked up with him before, just making out, blowing him and him photographing me stroking my clit to completion. He had once been a professional news photographer, so he had great equipment(in many ways) and a good eye. It doesn’t hurt that I absolutely LOVE being photographed with a dick in my mouth(obviously).
This particular evening I showed up en femme, dressed slightly down in flat sandals, a midi skirt and denim jacket, with my ever trusty “slut” bag packed and in hand. We chatted briefly, catching up(I had gotten to know him relatively well via our correspondence, and actually would’ve probably been natural friends otherwise), flirting a bit, and talking about the evening to soon begin in earnest. Earlier in the week he had mentioned in passing that he never got to indulge a schoolgirl fantasy he had long harbored but had never fulfilled. I’m a ditz but even I can pick up on a hint.... After a bit I asked him if he had his camera all ready and would he like me to model for him. He eagerly agreed, leading me into a “studio’’ of sorts he had set up in the living room, with lighting, two tripods mounted with cameras, etc. I was impressed! I figured we could start with some more “tasteful” pics in my current outfit, so he had me sit on the ottoman, posing me, taking different angles, expressions, moving me tot the couch, standing, etc. This went on for maybe 10-15 minutes, and each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs or moved into a new position, I could feel my clit slowly leaking into my panties. I would occasionally wiggle, trying to contain my excitement, my poses edging further and further away from tasteful. I asked him if he’d excuse me for a second. He said sure, feel free to take my time and do whatever I needed to get ready. He need not worry. I can be efficient when need be.
I excused myself to the bathroom, “slut bag” in hand. I slipped out of my flats and the skirt, changed panties into fresh baby pink Victoria’s Secret lace panties with black trim, matching, white lace knee socks, a poofy white and pink taffeta skirt, tight white blouse with a pink sweater vest, and the cutest pink patent ankle strap heels. I had my hair done up in a sexy little brunette bob, slipped on some sparkly bracelets, freshened up my lipstick and made my grand entrance.
I’m pretty sure this surprise was exactly what he had hoped for. His wide eyes scanned me from head to toe. He quickly went from surprised to smiling. “Now THAT is what I’m talking about.”
“I’m a good listener,” I said as I walked toward him, turning and quickly flipping up the back of my skirt to give him a quick peek of my panties. He stepped to me, reaching his hands around to the front of my waist, pulling me to him. I could feel his breath on my ear. I leaned from toe to toe, swaying gently against his body. His hands moved slowly over my body, tracing lines along my arms, across my neck and shoulders, along my waist and hips, brushing ever so closely to my pantiline. He brushed my hair to the side, gently kissing and nibbling my neck. I could feel him thickening against my ass.
I turned in his arms so were were face to face. “Patience,” I whispered. “Didn’t you say you were going to take my class picture?” I gave him a quick kiss and set myself down on the couch. I fixed my makeup as he readied his camera.
Again he directed me, posing me on all fours, bent over the couch, leaned back on the floor exposing the hem of my panties. I asked him all kinds of leading questions as he snapped photos. Did he like taking pictures of girls like me? Did it ever make him hard? Did he ever fuck one of his subjects? Did he ever take pictures of a girl sucking his cock? Did he want to now?
Clearly he did, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. I told him I though we had enough pictures, it since there was still time left in my session, I’d like to use my time wisely. We embraced again, this time kissing more deeply, our tongues intertwined as our bodies locked together, his hands gripping my ass, practically picking me up off my feet.
Between kisses he said to me, “I want you in my bed. I want to lay back and watch you suck my cock.” He led the way to the bedroom.
“Why don’t you get comfortable? I just need to touch up my lipstick and lipgloss.”
When I returned, he was standing at the edge of the bed, in a robe. We began kissing again, and I untied the robe, letting his fully erect cock poke through the folds. I began to gently stroke it, feeling the precum ooze between my fingers. He let the robe slip from his shoulders, eased back onto the bed, while I sashayed around to the foot of the bed. He lay down in the middle, adjusting a pillow under his head, and reached for another camera. I began to crawl up onto the bed, him snapping pictures as I slinked across the sheets, guiding myself between his legs. I began to kiss my way up from his knees, the inside of his thigh, until his cock stood straight at attention before my eyes. I gazed at him as the shutter clicked away, my hand carefully caressing the entirety of the shaft, blowing gently on the head, running my tongue from under his balls, from the base of the shaft, along its length, my tongue making swirling circles around the head. I slowly took the head into my mouth, stopping to look right into the camera as he snapped pictures of my little slut mouth taking his cock. I held the base of his cock while cradling his balls, letting the shaft slide in and out of my mouth, a slow steady rhythm building, my back arched and my ass in the air exposed as my skirt rode up my hips. I crossed my legs, my clit lazily and contentedly grinding against the soft sheets as I continued to take his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel his hand on the back of my head, gently pressing me farther down until his entire cock was in my mouth. I started to run my tongue along the shaft as I sucked, and he began to moan. I let him slowly fuck my mouth until I needed to take a breath. “You like that? Wouldn’t you rather fuck my pussi?”
I think I took him by surprise again. I don’t think it had entered his mind until I had said it, considering we didn’t fuck the last time we had met. “ Well, yeah. Sure, I mean absolutely!” He stopped for a second. “Would you mind if I filmed us fucking?”
“Of course I wouldn’t. Go for it.”
He quickly hopped up and returned with the tripods, quickly setting up two different angles, pressed record, and came back to the bed. He had gone a bit soft, so we started to kiss again, and being the complete slut that I am, I was quickly back between his legs with his thick cock right back in my dirty little whore mouth. He was very quickly fully erect again. “You want to fuck me don’t you? You want to fuck my tight little ass.”
“Fuck yes. I want to see my dick in your pussi. I want you so bad.”
I moved up on all fours, pivoting so as to offer my ass to him, resting my weight on my elbows. He slid a lubed up finger into my pussi, working my hole while he stroked my clit. I was practically fucking his finger, I wanted it so bad. He slid his finger out, and I could feel him shift his weight, his hand on my lower back, as he used his free hand to press the head of his cock against my hole. I took a deep breath as he pressed more firmly, the head sliding past the rim of my pussi. God, that wonderful first moment when a man begins to fuck you, filling you with his cock. Both hands returned to my hips, pushing further and further inside me until his hips were locked against my ass. He muttered under his breath about how good I felt, how good fucking me was going to be. He went slowly at first, back and forth back and forth, pulling my hips, me pulling away, the push and pull of slow building sexual ecstasy.
“Do you like fucking me? You like having your hard cock in my slutty mouth and tight pussi? You want to fuck me hard, don’t you?”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to pound harder and harder inside me until I was no longer on all fours. He had me flat on my stomach, thrusting his cock in and out of my hole, me whimpering with pleasure beneath him, his breathing hard and heavy.
“Oh god oh god, I want to cum inside you. I’m gonna cum so hard. Waitwaitwait.” His rhythm slowed until he was resting, his cock completely buried in my ass.
“I want to be kissing you when I cum.” He slid out of me, helped me turn over, and began kissing me. I pulled my legs up on either side of him, wrapping them around his hips. I pivoted slightly, feeling his cock pressing against me once more. He moved his arms below my legs, locking the inside of his elbows against the backs of my knees. We kept kissing, his tongue probing mine as he slid back inside me. He was on top of me now, slowly building the rhythm once again. His cock pumped, gliding back and forth inside me, the tempo increasing with each thrust. In short order he was once again fucking me senseless. I couldn’t move, and had no desire to. I just wanted to feel his cock inside me, fucking his sexy little schoolgirl into oblivion. We kissed in fleeting moments, but he was pounding me so hard. It seemed he had no limit to how hard he could fuck! His body began to tense, his breaths growing shorter and sharper. He continued to mutter between the breaths, his eyes clenched shut, the muttering growing more audible with each deep thrust into my pussi until his breath escaped in one quick burst as his cock began to throb, pulsing his cum deep into my pussi. He gave a quick shudder, his body slackening. He held his cock inside me, carefully rolling to one side. My panties were soaked with sweat and my cum too. He caressed my cheek as we kissed, quietly enjoying the bliss.
2 years ago
Makes sense to me. 
