Nude Photography (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

One hot summer day, I told my husband that my birthday was coming soon and asked him to give me a birthday present, but he didn't know what to give. I thought about it, looking at myself, I am 152 cm tall, 40 kg, petite and cute, with a very elegant look, and a pair of fair and tender slender legs, which are even more beautiful when paired with 8-inch stiletto strappy high heels. However, I have never recorded it. If I have children in the future, it may all be out of shape, so I want to take this opportunity to leave a beautiful record now. So I told my husband that I wanted to take a set of artistic photos. My husband thought it was a good idea, so we went out to find a store that specializes in taking artistic photos. After comparing several stores, I finally found one that looked pretty good.

The photographer is an American with a wild artistic aura. He is sturdy and strong, nearly 200 cm tall and weighing 90 kg. He looks like a tall and strong giant. In comparison, I look like a delicate and tender little girl. After discussing some ideas with the photographer, we went to the basement. Because there were only us and the photographer at the scene, the photo shoot was particularly easy. After shooting for a while, the photographer said that I was in good condition and it was summer, so the photos should be cooler so that we could truly capture my perfect body.

I discussed it with my husband and he said, "Okay!" It doesn't matter as long as he's there. So, under the guidance of the photographer, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, slightly revealing half of my breast, and slowly lifted up my skirt to reveal my charming pink legs. Even my translucent T-back was faintly visible, and the photographer's lens was clicking to capture my charming figure.

After a while, I had taken off my top, revealing a charming black bra. Since it was my first time to take off my clothes in front of strangers, I felt shy and a little uneasy, but the photographer was very friendly and professional, which made me feel a lot more at ease. However, I still felt a little hot all over. After shooting for a while, the photographer signaled me to take off my skirt. I looked at my husband and he nodded excitedly. So I slowly took off my skirt, revealing my sexy translucent black thong. I noticed that the photographer seemed to swallow his saliva.

Since it was the first time I was wearing so little and exposing myself between two grown men, I felt a little embarrassed, but at the same time, I felt a little excited and uneasy inside. This was a feeling I had never experienced since I got married. The flash flashed a few times, and the photographer said that since we were there to take pictures, we might as well take some nude art photos that could be commemorated forever and leave some splendor in our lives, so he asked me to relax a little. I asked my husband, and he said that since it was a birthday present for me, it was up to me to decide. My husband said that he had never seen my naked body carefully since we got married, so he also wanted to see the results of the photos. I also found it very exciting because of the presence of strangers. And since I wanted to leave a perfect record, why not take a more thorough shot so that I could have this opportunity to hook up with S in the future. Besides, the photographer looked quite decent, and there were no extra people here, so I slowly took off my underwear, and my 34C breasts popped out.

Although I have been married for several years, my beautiful breasts have not changed much. Although the color of my nipples is a little dark, this color can better reveal the beauty of a mature woman like me. When my 34C breasts bounced out, my face turned red with shame, and I didn't dare to look at the camera. The photographer was stunned for a moment and then kept pressing the shutter button. I also looked surprised. At this moment, because I was exposed to outsiders, strange changes had occurred in my body. A tingling and numb feeling was hitting me, my heartbeat was accelerating, and my whole body was hot, making me feel unprecedentedly.

While the photographer was praising me, he gestured for me to slowly take off the last pair of underwear on my body. Oh my god! Am I not completely naked? Being completely naked in front of two men was something I had never done before. I think I was a little excited, and with the photographer's persuasion and praise, I slowly took off my underwear and my whole body was exposed in front of them. My neat pubic hair was also exposed, which made my husband's expression even more surprised. However, the more surprised my husband was, the more I seemed to be lost in this atmosphere. It turned out that this was another me... At this moment, I already felt a trace of vaginal fluid flowing out, and my brain was a little dazed because of the great stimulation. Under the guidance of the photographer, my movements became more and more bold, and my behavior was a little out of control.

After showing many poses, the photographer deliberately asked me if I was a virgin and praised my body for being as pure and lovely as a virgin. These provocative words made me as excited as if I had taken morphine, and my body became even more excited. At this time, the photographer told me: "Beauty, your nipples need to be firmer so that they will look good in the photos." He asked me to pinch my nipples to see if I could make them firmer. I shyly did as the photographer asked. However, the scene was really exciting because the scene of me rubbing my breasts looked very much like the scenes in Japanese porn films. I noticed that even my husband's crotch was swelling up rapidly.

Suddenly the photographer stopped filming and said that the breast photos did not turn out well, so he went upstairs to get a granular rubber stick, walked over to me, and continued to praise my figure. He said that because my nipples were not firm enough, he was afraid that the picture would not be beautiful enough, so he asked for my consent to stimulate my nipples with the stick. Because I trusted his expertise, I nodded without hearing clearly what the photographer said.

I saw the photographer took the round stick and rubbed it in circles on my nipples. I trembled and let out a moan. I have never had such a stimulating experience! But my expression should have looked very comfortable, my nipples quickly stood up, and even the small buds on the areola were clearly visible. Um! Fortunately the photographer is experienced, otherwise it might take my husband’s tongue to do the trick. The photographer was still close to my ear, murmuring something, and the round stick in his hand gently stimulated my nipples. At this time, I seemed to involuntarily open my legs slightly, and looking along the slit, the familiar love fluid was flowing down my labia. At this time, the photographer handed the stick to my hand and guided me to slide the hand holding the stick on my labia, then he stood up and returned to the camera to continue shooting.

But my husband, who was watching next to us, was so horny that he almost couldn't bear it, because my husband and I have known each other for so many years, and he has never seen such a hot scene. This is another me, who is completely different from the me that my husband knows. Just as I was getting excited, an extremely erotic scene appeared in front of my husband. I slid the round stick at the entrance of my vagina, sometimes gently inserting it into the vagina, and a blush appeared on my face. I knew I was extremely excited, and although I tried hard not to make any sound, they could still vaguely hear some rapid breathing. At this moment, I felt my vagina was wetter than before, my whole body was hot, and an inexplicable pleasure and stimulation continued to hit me. Although no one really touched my body, the desire in my heart had made me unable to control myself. I didn't even want to end the photography so quickly. Lust had gradually overwhelmed my reason.

At this time, the photographer pulled back the curtain. A classical European-style bed appeared at the back, and I was asked to move to the bed to continue filming. My husband asked me worriedly, "Is it okay?" I squinted and said, "Just one more shot." My husband's eyes were fixed on my naked body, and his crotch kept shaking. I thought he would make love with me when he got home later. At this time, I said to my husband confidently, "After the photos are taken, you will see how beautiful I am." The classic bed was covered with pink and white sheets, and the photographer sprinkled some rose petals on it. I asked my husband to step back a little so as not to block the photographer's shooting. My husband stepped back several steps. At this time, my husband probably wanted to calm down, so as not to be too impulsive and run to the bed to have sex with me, which would be ugly. Sure enough, my husband said, "I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette and buy a few drinks from a convenience store." I nodded in fascination.

After my husband went out, the photographer asked me to lie on the bed and open my legs, and I slowly did as he asked. I didn't expect that I would do such a bold move. It turns out that I couldn't control myself in this atmosphere. I closed my eyes, slowly opened my legs, touched my labia with my left hand, and my breasts with my right hand. I was now an animal in estrus, and lust made me unable to control my behavior. I seemed to enjoy this pleasure, and I automatically parted my labia majora to allow the photographer to clearly capture my private parts.

After a while, I parted my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very embarrassing posture, but under the praise of the photographer, I couldn't help but follow his instructions. At this time, I just wanted to leave a beautiful picture. At this time, the photographer suddenly opened the classic wardrobe next to him, which contained all kinds of extremely provocative sexy lingerie. He encouraged me to put on these lingerie for the photo shoot, so I picked out a purple lace corset. The vest was worn under the breasts, which made my beautiful breasts look taller and more charming. There were four lace hi-straps at the bottom edge of the vest, which were sandwiched on the lavender stockings, making me look like an extremely lustful lady. In front of the camera, I am more bold to show all kinds of provocative and lascivious poses, just to capture the sexiest side of myself. I caressed my breasts and opened my vagina wide for people to take pictures. My expression looked really lustful. My vagina was already wet and it felt extremely numb inside. My labia majora and minora were also swollen due to excitement. It seemed that I really wanted something to fill my pussy.

The photographer then took out a small bottle and told me that this was a new product. If sprayed on the skin, it would make the skin shiny and beautiful like wearing stockings, and it would look better in photos. I have seen this product in magazines, but have never used it. I didn't expect that the photographer actually had this product. However, for the sake of a good-looking picture, I immediately nodded in agreement. So I took the bottle and started applying it. "It's not applied evenly. Some places are not covered." The photographer said as he examined it. He then took the can from me and poured a little on his hand. I didn't notice the photographer's movements. He bent down and applied the oil on the inside of my thighs.

I shyly said, "Where?" When the photographer started to rub it, I responded. However, this half-inquiring tone seemed to indicate that I agreed with the photographer's actions. It was too late to stop him, so I could only silently follow the photographer's actions. The photographer almost re-applied oil on my legs. His delicate big hands rubbed oil along my thighs all the way down to my calves. His movements were very slow. It felt more like stroking than applying oil. He stroked back and forth on my oily legs, and the smooth feeling made my already sensitive body tremble slightly. The photographer was half-kneeling on the ground, his face facing my crotch. I could feel the hot breath of the photographer spraying on the sensitive entrance of my vagina, causing waves of numbness. I felt that it might not be good to go on like this... "Come on! Lift it up." The photographer was excited and lifted one of my feet and placed it on the edge of the bed.

I was a little unsteady at this moment, and one hand naturally rested on the photographer's thin shoulder. The photographer didn't say anything, took off my strappy high heels, and evenly applied oil along my ankles from toes to soles, which made me feel very comfortable. With the occasional acupressure massage, I felt my whole body gradually relaxed. Then the photographer quickly put on my high heels. This was the first time someone helped me put on high heels. Such attentiveness made me a little dizzy, but after putting them on, the photographer still put my feet on the edge of the bed. The photographer poured some more oil into his palm and began to apply oil to the other foot, starting from the calf and then stroking over the knee and moving slowly upwards. This gave me a very stimulating feeling, because one of my legs was bent and supported on the edge of the bed, my thighs were apart, and the door to my lower body was completely open. Moreover, this posture made the crack of my private parts slightly open, and coupled with the comfortable stimulation of applying oil, the crack of my private parts instinctively expanded and contracted, as if expecting something. I knew in my heart that this continued congestion would make me overly excited. I was trying a little to fight back the feelings that were starting to turn me on, but the photographer was stroking, massaging, rubbing, and getting close to my important parts.

The photographer's hand reached my triangle area and suddenly stopped. Then he drew a line along the edge of my pubic bone with his finger. This action made me relax. After all, the photographer was quite restrained and would not cross the line. This action really made me start to enjoy the photographer's service with confidence. At this time, the photographer asked me to stand up and check whether the paint was applied evenly. "Well! The thighs are still a little bit short." After saying this, the photographer put some "stocking oil" on his hands. But because the soles of my feet that were supporting me on the ground were covered with oil, the soles of my feet and the uppers of my high heels were a little unsteady due to the lubrication of the oil, so I had to put both my hands on the photographer's shoulders. Similarly, the photographer's hands did not stop until they reached the base of my thighs, but this time the photographer stayed at the end of my thighs for a longer time, massaging back and forth along the edge of my labia majora. This action, because it was very close to important parts, made me feel more stimulated as if I might be invaded at any time, but I still took the risk and let the photographer continue his actions.

Fortunately, the photographer still kept the boundary, but the way the photographer kept the boundary made me lose my vigilance because of my trust. "Okay! You've made a profit this time." I teased the photographer. Since I believed that the photographer would not do anything wrong, I had no restraint in the conversation and chatted with the photographer naturally. "Okay!" The photographer stood up and tried to put the bottle away, but unfortunately he tripped over me and some of the liquid spilled on me. "Okay! I think I have to apply it all over my body to make it even!" said the photographer with a smile. My beautiful breasts were covered with oil. "Wow! It's all flowed into my clothes," I said. The photographer just accidentally poured a lot of oil on me, and the oil on my chest slid into my vest along my cleavage, which was very uncomfortable because it was all on my chest. "Come on! Otherwise, just take off the vest." Because he was right next to me, the photographer pulled me closer to him without saying a word and turned my body so that my back was facing the photographer. The photographer immediately found the buttons of the vest and pulled the whole row of buttons open at once, and the purple vest left my body.

"Apply the oil evenly, it will look better and be more comfortable." The photographer threw the vest aside, and without waiting for my reply, he began to stroke my back. Some of the oil flowed down my back, but the photographer's hand went straight from my waist to my upper body. I couldn't tell whether it was the oil that just flowed in or from the photographer's hand. "My feet are so sore!" I said to the photographer in a coquettish manner. As for the photographer's initiative to take off my vest and apply oil, I didn't really object to it. On the contrary, I felt very comfortable with the photographer doing so. The main reason was that since the start of the shoot, I believed that the photographer would not do anything wrong, and I psychologically trusted him. The photographer walked over to the bed and sat down. "Come! Sit on my lap, so you won't get the sheets dirty." The photographer grabbed my arm, turned me around, and gently pulled me down.

"Are you not afraid of being hurt by me?" I teased the photographer while following his strength and sitting lightly on his knees. I thought it should be okay to sit like this since I'm not sitting on his thighs. However, my exposed buttocks touched the photographer's knees and I felt a little uncomfortable being pressed by his knees. "What are you afraid of? It's not like you're sitting somewhere you shouldn't be." The photographer made a dirty joke, but his hands were not idle. After I sat down, the photographer's hands reached my shoulders and began to stroke my neck and shoulders, then slowly moved down to apply pressure. "Your skills are pretty good, you can do some part-time work." I said to the photographer. The photographer's massage was very comfortable, especially with the lubrication of the oil. I felt the photographer's hands moving around, then down to the waist, then up, stroking, and stroking again, and then stroking the smooth and tender back without any hindrance.

As the photographer's pants were also covered with oil, I would slowly slide down when sitting on the photographer's knees. I did not adjust my sitting position and just slid down naturally so that my buttocks would not be pressed uncomfortably by my knees. I felt the photographer's hand go along my waist and then go around to my lower abdomen, wiping away the oil that had flowed to my lower abdomen. The photographer's hand stroked along the edge of my pubic hair, then slowly stroked upwards to the bottom edge of the breast, and gently stroked along the edge of the breast. I began to tremble slightly again.

Fortunately, I was facing away from the photographer. On the other hand, the photographer's knees were raised intentionally or unintentionally, which made me, who was sitting on the photographer's knees, slowly slide towards the photographer's thighs, until my buttocks touched the photographer's lower abdomen, and my naked back was almost sticking to the photographer, and the photographer naturally put his hand along the waist and touched the lower abdomen. Suddenly, one of the photographer's hands slipped into the base of my thigh, which made me feel a little stimulated, while the photographer's other hand stroked along the edge of my breast, pushing it a little higher with each stroke. Each time the breasts are touched, a larger area is created, and the stimulation becomes more intense. I know the photographer is testing me with every move, but he keeps crossing the line. However, because of the interaction between the lubricating oil on the photographer's palms and my skin, the smooth and silky feeling makes me feel reluctant to stop it.

"Hmm~~." When the photographer rubbed my breasts with his entire palms, I was already weak all over and wanted to force out a sound to ask the photographer to stop, but when the photographer's fingers pinched my nipples, I unconsciously let out the first lewd moan. The photographer seemed to be encouraged by the moans. He caressed my breasts with one hand and rubbed my nipples with his palms, and used the other hand to rub my nipples directly with his fingers. Waves of tingling pleasure went straight to my forehead, and I moaned even louder. As my body became hotter and hotter, I felt a hot, hard rod pressing against my buttocks. I knew it was the photographer's penis, but I didn't care about it anymore. I knew it was a normal reaction for men and it proved that I was beautiful and attractive.

Under the photographer's touch, my whole body began to heat up again. At this time, the photographer came close to my ear, and the hot air he exhaled made my whole body itchy. Then he suddenly bit my earlobe, and I almost immediately moaned in ecstasy, because that is a very sensitive area of ​​mine. Once bitten, my whole body immediately became sore, and with the big hands wandering all over my body, my primitive female instincts were about to explode. "Ah~~Ah~~." The photographer kept kneading my nipples hard, making me feel numb and tingling. I was so stimulated that I couldn't speak. Just when I was about to lose myself in ecstasy, the photographer held my left thigh with one hand and put the other arm around my waist. He easily turned my petite body around, and I was sitting astride the photographer's thigh, facing the photographer.

This move was beyond my expectation, because I was sitting on the photographer's greasy thigh and had no time to stop the photographer. Moreover, I instinctively followed the photographer's movements and naturally crossed my thigh over the photographer, so that I was kneeling and riding on the photographer's thigh. However, this way, I was not like the photographer who had just been pressed back to back with my chest, and there was a small distance between me and the photographer. This big move made me a little crazy. "Photographer! Is this~~~ok?" Although my breasts have been touched all over by the photographer, I am still embarrassed by his posture! "Hmm~~" the photographer answered vaguely and put his hands on both sides of my waist, sliding them up and down gently. Because I was extremely excited, I had no choice but to let the photographer touch my slender waist. I felt the photographer's eyes move down to my naked breasts. My breasts were very beautifully shaped, not sagging with age, and were firm and upturned. I knew that a man was examining my naked body in detail, and I felt my nipples gradually hardening.

The photographer placed his hand on my thigh and stroked it upwards, along my waist, slowly caressing until it reached the side of my breast, and gently pressed and kneaded my breast with his thumb. The photographer's hand covered my lips. My whole body trembled and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body immediately. "You...you...can't do anything rash." My whole body was hot and I pretended to be reserved in front of the photographer. "That's for sure." The photographer replied with a slightly weird smile. "Hey! What do you mean by messing around?" the photographer asked me mischievously! "It's messy! Messy means~~~." "Messy means you~~you~~that~~" I was too embarrassed to say the following words. The smart photographer also saw that I was overly excited and might be very horny, so he asked me if I needed a male model to "assist in the shooting"? I closed my eyes in confusion and nodded without thinking. Unexpectedly, the photographer volunteered himself, saying that he had a photogenic figure and that it would be quite beautiful to shoot with me, and that the camera could be set to automatic shooting. The photographer also explained and assured me that they were just doing some passionate actions and would stop when it was appropriate and would never do anything out of line. However, I was so excited that I had no defenses left, and during the shoot I developed a liking and trust for the photographer, so I agreed.

At this time, the photographer walked to the edge of the bed and took off his clothes. Ah~~ The tall foreigner really had a giant-like majestic and thick penis. His penis was strong, firm, long and thick. I was confused and thinking~~ I didn’t know if my petite and weak body and the narrow and tight cave could bear it. The photographer instructed me to do some similar actions with him, holding my earlobe and praising me in a soft voice. I also moaned. Suddenly the photographer kissed my cherry lips and put his tongue into my mouth. My tongue couldn't help but entangled with his. The camera continued to take pictures automatically. After a while, he rubbed my breasts with his hands, making the cells in my body seem to explode. My body had completely melted. He began to suck my breasts. The feeling was too strong and kept rushing into my mind. When he bit my nipple lightly, I completely surrendered. At this time, unless my husband was present to stop it, I could not stop all the actions. My pussy was numb and unbearable, and I wanted it more and more.

The photographer began his attack. He kept licking my towering breasts. My pink nipples had become more erect. My vaginal fluid had overflowed. The entire bed sheet was wet. My vagina was as wet as it could be. The camera shutter kept clicking. I should have known and understood what was going to happen next, but I didn't seem to want to stop. In my heart, I was actually waiting for Mingwei to stop me, but Mingwei happened to be outside buying drinks. Then my legs were spread apart by the photographer. He stroked my labia with his hands and inserted his fingers into my vagina, pumping back and forth. When he was sure that I was wet, his penis was already full of veins, ready to go. He began to guide my hand to touch his penis. I was also excited when I touched the hard and thick penis. Slowly, I also began to stroke the photographer's big penis.

My pussy was already flooded, and the photographer put his mouth on my swollen labia and started licking it. His hands were not idle either, in addition to licking my pussy with his tongue, his hands were constantly rubbing my breasts. After a while, the photographer suddenly lay on top of me, and we sought comfort from each other in a 69 position. The photographer used his tongue to tease my clitoris, and I used my lips to stroke the photographer's huge cock, and we both pleased each other. The photographer then knelt between my legs. He seemed to sense my desire and raised my charming legs in high heels on his broad shoulders. He observed the shape and color of my vagina and rubbed his glans on my labia.

The photographer was very well behaved at first, but after a while he slid the front end of his penis into the vagina, but the base was still outside. My vagina suddenly felt full, and it made me very excited. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my vagina being expanded by the penis. It's my ovulation period recently, and my body is extremely sensitive and excited, but in my heart I'm still waiting for my husband to appear and stop my lewd behavior. At this time I shyly said: "Okay, if you continue like this, what if..." The photographer whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will take safety measures." Then he took out an extra-large condom. I thought that only such a large-sized condom could accommodate his 18-centimeter penis, which was thicker than a normal person! Since my husband was not at the scene, I was already in a state of emptiness and confusion. I didn't care whether it was a dangerous period or not. Seeing him put on the condom, I just gave it a try.

"Ah~~" My vagina began to be expanded by the photographer's giant penis. My husband still didn't appear, and I couldn't help but scream out some sounds. I was already immersed in this pleasure. Thinking that my first time with a man other than my husband would happen under such circumstances, he was so tall and majestic, and my petite figure seemed to arouse his animal desires even more, making him full of the desire to conquer. Since my vagina was already wet, the photographer's thick penis still forcefully invaded my narrow vagina. My vagina was already filled with the huge penis, and when his thick penis was completely inserted into my body, I felt that my tight little hole was about to be torn apart, and my narrow vagina was about to be squeezed. This extremely intense pleasure was what I was looking forward to.

The photographer began to thrust, his technique was very good, as if he had been trained. At first he pulled it out an inch or two and then inserted it again, then he pulled it out more, and finally every time he pulled it out he would pull the penis to the entrance of my vulva, then he would sink his body and insert the entire penis into the depths of my vagina. I keep on oh~~~~~! Hmm~~~~~~~~! She moaned and cried out, her vaginal fluid gushing out from an invisible place like a hot spring, soaking both our lower bodies and the bed sheet under my buttocks. The photographer worked harder and faster. His thick penis went in and out of my vagina quickly, stirring up the vaginal fluid and making a splashing sound. The giant photographer was fucking my vagina while holding my breasts tightly as they swayed back and forth.