Jose is back again with more tales from Tiffany’s erotic adventures!
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Tiffy”s Modeling Adventure – Part 1
The elevator doors opened on the 80th floor to a luxurious reception foyer. The receptionist looked up as Tiff stepped onto the marble floor and greeted her.
“Hello Tiffany, I am Jane. They are waiting for you in the studio.” she smiled as she spoke to her.
Tiff was positively ecstatic. She had dreamed of being professionally photographed, and found a way to merge that dream with her business. She was very successful selling the goods she had displayed in her Shoppe, but the rarer items, the uber expensive lingerie and toys, were sold from display adverts from her supplier. The models were knockouts and the items were super sexy, but the price tags scared off some of her more exclusive clients, who wanted to at least see more views with details before committing several hundred dollars to a panty no larger than a postage stamp. Hopefully this idea would ease some of those concerns. She had negotiated with her largest supplier in New York City, to let her personally model samples of extremely high quality, high price tag items and be professionally photographed for her own personal adverts that she could show by appointment only in an exclusive setting in her Shoppe.
The clients would get the VIP treatment, and see close-ups and details of the items. The supplier would hopefully see higher sales gains and both would mutually benefit from the photo shoot. Even Joe had helped. He negotiated with a photographer to let Tiff have a full day shoot at a very generous discount. The photographer was an old school mate of his, and was becoming fast recognized as a player in the highly competitive field of lingerie photography. He had his studio “tuned” for that type of shoot, and was glad to help out an old friend. Too bad Joe couldn’t make it for this, she thought. He would have really loved it. She smiled as she thought of the sweet love they made before he left for a project he was working on in San Francisco. Gosh, she realized. They could not be further apart at this time. Well there is email, I guess……
The door opened, and a casually dressed, but sharp looking man welcomed her. “Hi Tiff, come in! I’m Peter, Joe’s friend, and I am soo excited you could come to NY for this shoot. I promise you will have fun, and maybe more….” She wondered what he meant by “maybe more”. Hope he is not thinking of putting any moves on me… she wished Joe could be there even more now. “Let me introduce you to my assistant…” Peter said with a grin. Suddenly Joe walked into the room! “Hey Tiff… Surprise! I wanted sooo bad to be with you, I had this crazy idea. When you were making the arrangements with the supplier, I was talking to Peter about photographing you. I always wanted to take some professional shots of you, and Peter suggested I take a crash course from him over the past few weeks. I’ve learned enough from his online training to help him today, and maybe take over the studio for a couple hours later on, and we can be alone to try out my “skills” hehehe. Kitty purred. Mmmm Tiff smiled so wide the room lit up.
“Wow! You sure are one lucky amigo there Joe! She’s gorgeous!” Peter said with a grin. “She’s more than gorgeous… she’s my world.” Joe exhaled softly. They were both smiling as they gazed into each other’s eyes or a moment, then Tiff ran to him and threw her arms on his shoulders, and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. They spun and kissed for a bit, then Peter interrupted with “Hey you two love birds! Come on! There’s work to be done her, and the meter is running!” he said with a chortle in his voice. Joe and Tiff laughed and broke apart, holding hands, and followed Peter into the studio.
Peter said, “The shipment from your dealer is behind that dressing blind. Pick something out and we’ll begin with that.” Tiff led Joe behind the screen, and opened the box. She spotted the ribbon stockings, with red bows up the back, and a rose embroidered lace bra and panty – the panty was open style, and was very erotic to touch. They were under a timetable, so she had to quickly change. Joe helped her and soon they were ready for the first shot.
They would shoot with minimal props, emphasizing the outfit, and the sensuality of the model. Tiff was energetic and feeling sooo sultry. Peter posed her on a large solid wooden chair with a deep maroon leather covered seat. It was very large, like those seen in a cathedral very ornate, and impressive. Her soft curves accentuated by the soft flimsy lace and embroidery were in stark contrast to the huge throne she slipped onto. Peter adjusted the lighting, and had Joe take some light samples. She shifted in her seat, and noticed a thin trail of wet sheen underneath her, coating the leather. She was already wet, and the open panty did little to sop her kitty like the cotton gusseted lingerie she was used to wearing. Joe grinned as he noticed it too.
“Don’t worry hun,” he hushed at her…. “I’ll clean that up later!” he winked. Mmmmm she mused… he is sooooo thoughtful! She would be posed with her legs curled under her, and extending off the side of the chair, and her back at a slight angle to the other side, as though resting sideways a bit. She would be looking slightly upward, as if she were receiving her lover, coming home from a long journey, and she is waiting for him, ready for him. Joe had stepped behind Peter for the shot, and Tiff imagined him nearing her, breathlessly approaching her, hungering for her sex. *FLASH!* The light surprised Tiff for a second, then she heard Peter say, “Fantastic! Baby you are a natural! I have pros that can’t give me that “come take me now” look!” Tiff was sooo excited that she had her first professional shot, and it was great! Joe was clapping and cheering for her. “Wow Tiff! That was soooo awesome!”
Suddenly the phone rang. Peter said “oooo sorry guys, I let Jane go home early today, and I have to take this call. I have a huge shoot coming up in Bermuda, and there are tons of things I have to coordinate. Hey, Tiff, why don’t you try on some other stuff, and I’ll let Joe strut his photo shooting prowess for you! The lighting is perfect and the camera practically takes the picture itself. Joe is a quick learner and I have confidence he’ll take some real winners of you… especially after what I just saw you capable of!”
As Peter left the room he shouted back, “Oh this might take at least 45 minutes to an hour, hope you can find something to keep yourselves occupied with…. *wink* ” Tiff and Joe grinned widely at each other as they watched Peter walk into his private office, and close the door……
[*** so what will our norty Tiff do next, alone with her sexually charged lover, in a studio filled with royalty-class lingerie and some props? mmmmm what is in that box labeled "misc toys".... ooo a leather corset with crotchless leather panty? the boxes are filled with endless treasures and fantasies!!! and what is that... a neckless? pearl strands? mmm seem to be caught on this panty... or is it a part of the panty? how strange! pearl strand panties! mmmm label says "Made in London" ... what will those dirty brits think of next?]
Joe motioned to Tiff, “Tiff, let’s see what else is in that box” Tiff stepped behind the screen, and felt around, looking at the myriad of colors and feeling the exquisite textures of the expensive lingerie. She pulled out a leather corset, buttery soft, yet lined with strong steel buttressing to withstand the intense pressure caused by a young athletic body pushing against the seams, trussed in a corset cinched two or three sizes too small for her. She would find breathing difficult at first, but the pressure inside would cause her unimaginable ecstasy when she was teased by him. A tiny pelt of super-realistic but faux leopard skin fur was to be worn as a barely there remnant for a thong, even the strings for the waist and crack were thin leather threads, fragile looking, but strong enough for the punishment given by her most intense gyrations as the inevitable thunderous orgasms pounded the feral pelt that made her pussy even more wildly feline. Joe tied it tight to her, and she felt a small gush of pee douse it. She mused just like a tigress marking her territory with her scent. Her own heat and fluids were igniting the odors given off by her heat, and were signaling the two of them to begin coupling soon….
Tiff stepped from behind the screen, picking up a short wand, like a riding crop, with leather tassels like a whip, and wrapped in stiff black leather. Elbow length black gloves, and black stretch patent leather ferocious dominatrix lace up boots.
Joe almost keeled over at the sight of her, but maintained his “professional” attitude as she posed for the next series of pictures.
… the session was very long, with several outfit changes, each sexier than the last, and the tension between them could be felt as though a static lightning field were building, and would not break until they coupled together. It would not be the tender soft kissing and “canoodling” they so loved and played and teased each other with before their lovemaking. No. This was a brutal lust burning between them, each second fueling hotter and hotter. They were barely able to make it through the photo sessions, but managed to make a dozen layouts that were soo hot and sexually powerful that even a celibate monk for 40 years in a mountain top monastery vowed to abstain from even imagining sexual impure thoughts, would at a glance of Tiff’s uber sultry poses, rip his robe to shreds, and wank his monkey unmercifully! Joe was soo horny he could barely walk, and Tiff was so wet her juices were glistening on her thighs and a rivulet was starting to pool and run down her leg.
They returned to the boxes to see what was next to model, and found the outfits were pretty much all photographed, only the “toy box” was not yet fully explored. “Should we try some poses with these?” Tiff quizzed, her voice trembling from the tense excitement within her. She shivered as she picked up a pink bullet and a cobalt blue string of “love beads”. Joe reached in and found a long thin stick-like dildo, with a pulsing orbital head, specifically designed for direct g-spot stimulation. mmmm she was sooo horny she wanted to try them all! She walked over to a lounging sofa, plush and soft and laid back on it, one leg on the sofa, and one dangling off. She was leaning back a little on the side of the sofa arm, and had started to massage her breasts over the quarter open style bra, exposing her hard nipple. She toyed with her breast, feeling the nipple stiffen and point outward. She moaned as she was massaging herself, groping her tit, and rubbing her abdomen, stimulating and teasing the muscles there, building on the tension already there.
Her last outfit Joe photographed was still on her, the quarter cup bra and panty with pearl beads dangling between her thighs. She loved those, as they teased and played with her pussy when she moved. Now they afforded easy access for the jelly beads that she pressed against her soft bum, pushing the first three beads in softly, then massaging herself with them, slowly, and pushing them deeper, working the larger ones in further and further, pulling them out slowly, and pushing them back in, letting the sensation build in her bottom, and the pungent oils fill the air with her musky scent. Joe was preparing to take a pic of her, and Tiff motioned to him. “mmmm no more baby! Come here and give me a hand… I need you… now!” Joe abandoned the camera, and crawled over to her, he was breathing deep, huskily, and the fire in his eyes burned for her lust. She motioned to him with her heaving breast, slick and stiff with her drool, she had wet her tit with her lips, and licked the slick drool off with her hot tongue. She was moaning louder now, and ached for him to suck her nipple. He kissed her nipple, then licked it, then pressed his mouth over it, and sucked hard, groping her tits and squeezing them firmly, breathing heavily, moving over her like an animal, and taking her into his hot mouth. She gasped at the strength of his suck, and pushed his head firmly onto her tit.
She tugged at the bead to plant it firmly against her musky hole, then took the bullet and set it to a slow vibration, moving it over her clit, teasing the swollen hot tender tissue around her stiff nubbin, and moved it in a gentle orbital movement circling the wet lips, and making the bullet slick and creamy with her sweet discharges. She took Joe’s hand, and placed it between her thighs, and motioned for him to start fingering her, guiding him where to penetrate, and what rhythm to start her internal vaginal massage. The swollen lips were distended, and coated with a thin creamy paste, and she moaned from the vibrations coming from the bullet, and the bumping and fingering Joe’s hand gave her. She bucked his hand quickly, speeding up the rhythm, and forcing his fingers in deeper, quickening his thrust, while she kicked up the bullet vibration speed, and buzzed her clit. owwwwwwooooooooo she moaned, her moans were coming faster, louder, more insistent. She picked up Joe’s head, and looked him in the eyes….
“Fuck me Joe!” she huskily grunted at him. He quickly picked up his hips, and rubbed his hot swollen cock head on her cream slick drool pooled in her pussy. He was already dripping with precum, and their fluids quickly mixed to a super slippery lube that almost sucked him into her with the first thrust, she was soo wet, and ready for him. That morning had been foreplay enough… she needed to be fucked hard and fast. Her mind could stand no more teasing, no more play, no more fingering and buzzing. She grabbed him by his hips, and pulled him hard toward her, while she bucked her hips at him meeting his thrust. *whack* the sound of their bones jolting together like two charging rams battering their heads together shook the studio, and jarred their bodies. They picked up that pace, and thrusted and pumped their sexes together, slapping and smacking the sweaty wet flesh together and soaking their tender tissues, aching for release. They were so over stimulated; the release did not come in seconds, or even a few minutes, but much longer.
They fucked at high speed frenzy for over 20 minutes, gasping, moaning, and trying to orgasm before the tension built any higher. Suddenly, she felt a wave building in her, the pre-orgasm signal she ached for, the wave built quickly, and shot downward to her aching pussy with a speed that arched her back and sent a contraction spasm throughout her lusting body. “AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhgggghh” she screamed so loud that it would surly be heard on the streets, 80 floors below them. Her ass muscles tensed, then fluttered rapidly as did her pussy convulse and squirt her cum onto Joe’s swollen aching balls. He felt the rush of her cum, and fired his boiling sweet jizz deep in her – the slippery fluids made them feel like they plunged deep in a warm oil bath, and they clutched each other tightly, riding the waves of their climax they ached for so long to cum and share that intense orgasm they had built especially for themselves. Their bodies spasmed together wracking waves of convulsing muscle ripping through them and nerve bundles teased to a frazzle firing shocks at them like jolts from a live wire. As the orgasms subsided, they collapsed exhausted, and worn out. Smiling at each other, they embraced and kissed, and massaged their swollen tense muscles back to normal.
Tiff looked at Joe with half open eyes and smiled, “mmm not bad for a photographer” He laughed, and stood up, lifting her with him. She was startled, thinking they would relax there some more before getting up. “mmm what’s up baby, where u taking me now?” she teased.
“Oh I have at least one more surprise up my sleeve… heheheh” he said. She looked at him puzzled. “ohhhh wait until I catch my breath at least! I can’t take another fucking like that for at least a few more minutes”, she giggled. She was exhausted, but starting to become more energized, as the thought of another surprise lay before her. He set her down for a moment, then pealed off her bra and panty. Then he leaned over and picked her up again, totally naked, and walked to a double door on the other side of the studio. Tiff had wondered what was in there… and apartment? … more props? … a disco? heheh Tiff laughed to herself at that thought. Joe burst through the doors carrying her over that threshold to a dim candle lit room, and lavishly decorated. The walls and floor were marble, heated from within by specially designed hot water pipes that vented warmth to the marble and soft steam to the air like a sauna.
[... to be continued]
