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“Commander, I’m ready!”
The studio you rented out for this photo shoot with St. Louis was large and spacious, perfect for what your intentions were set on. As you loaded up the memory card in your fully charged camera, you turned to find the blue haired woman approaching from her changing room, your jaw almost dropping at the sudden beauty that was on display.
You had seen St. Louis many times before, the blue hair a bit more straight while she wore a dress that, while tight, was rather conservative in how much skin it showed off. Once you glanced at her in the dress picked for the photo shoot, however, you realized that this not only showed off just how ample and curvy she could get, but that it showcased so much skin that it left next to nothing to the imagination.
As she flipped her blue hair back over her shoulder, itself done up in a luxurious manner with the tail to the side, it showcased the tiny strings that held the dress up over her breasts, with a cleavage that went deep enough that it left concern over her nipples possibly exposed if she weren’t careful enough. The sliiiits on the lower section showing off her legs went so high up that her ass cheeks were left exposed, meeting so close to her groin that you felt she could show off her undergarments with just the right sway of her hips. And the front tail was much shorter than the front, making it that much easier.
Even the dip in the center for her cleavage was amazing, as you somehow hadn’t realized it would go so far down when you rented it. You knew her breasts were large, but it never quite dawned on you how voluptuous they were until this moment, where they bounced with every step the woman look, thanks to the additional freedom they had in such a seductive gown. And that wasn’t even getting to all the expensive looking replica jewelry she had on, including the ‘YS’ in her hair.
“Well? I don’t think I have to ask how I look, do I?” Despite the confidence in her eyes that she pulled this off well, she curled her finger around one of the two blue strands of hair that curled on either side of her head. She sucked on her red lips, the lipstick used strong enough that it couldn’t stain, awaiting a response from you.
Unfortunately, you were so awestruck by the beauty before you that you couldn’t speak up. The only response you could give was that your camera, positioned at crotch level, let off a flash that would no doubt be accepted as a euphemistic response to something else happening in your mind.
“It’s that good, is it?” St. Louis giggled. “Well, then, let’s get striking while the iron’s hot.”
As she walked past you, the blue haired woman brushed her hand against your chest, feeling you up through your shirt while running them close to the belt on your pants. She knew what she was doing to you, but you had to keep a professional mindset as you took care of the camera, focusing on the luxury that St. Louis’s beauty would provide the vehicle.
Indeed, the shoot was mostly to help advertise a car, which was why you were thankful to have such a massive studio to utilize. To do this on the actual streets would no doubt draw attention to you both, which was the last thing you needed for something done so professionally. And good luck affording to shut down a street or block just for something of this matter.
St. Louis began the shoot by sitting in the driver’s seat, with the door upwards over her head due to the nature of such a crazy expensive vehicle. She took the time to be as professional as one could be in such an obscene dress, though it was clearly made to get such attention due to the wealth that would normally be on displayed.
Without a second thought, St. Louis spread her legs out, with the front tail of her dress thankfully covering up her crotch. When she spotted the look of relief on your face, her eyebrow cocked up, intrigued by how teasing this experience was for you.
“Oh, commander,” she said in a seductive voice, “are you worried about the dress’s risque nature? I almost think that you want me to show off my naughty bits.” You were shy about answering, though you didn’t want to waste your memory card space on obscene shots that you would have to hunt through later for the best shots you could use.
“How about we try this?” St. Louis shifted on the driver’s seat, rolling onto her knees with her backside jutted out for the camera’s view. You kept taking the shots regardless of your concerns, as it would still be utilized for something in the final product. But as St. Louis stuck her tongue out at you, she pulled up slowly on the back tail of the dress, showing off those fantastic thighs before the bottom end could reach her rear. You stopped shooting pictures, taking a moment to breathe on your end. You were trying to keep control of yourself, not to show off that you were having any unusual lewd thoughts.
Even so, St. Louis was having a blast as she acted obscene before you, showcasing the white panties she had on underneath the fancy dress. “Don’t worry, commander,” she said with a wink, “I have something on…for now.”
You sighed, squatting down to get a better angle of the blue haired woman while hiding your erection from her. This way, you wouldn’t make it evident that you had a bulge in your pants, although judging by the look on her face, St. Louis saw that as a challenge. She grinned as she pushed her thumbs down the lining of her panties, pushing thekm down to expose herself even more to you.
“Commander, I can’t help but think you wanted this shoot to go somewhere special,” St. Louis said, “why else would you spring for this dress?” When her panties left her groin, you almost dropped your camera, were it not for the strap hanging around your neck to connect it for such reasons. Her pussy glistened in the studio lights, showcasing the grooling fluids that connected from her labia to the cotton fabric. Your face turned bright red, clinging so tightly to your camera that any tighter might crush it out of pure horny rage.
As the shoot went on for longer, it seemed that you were not the only one getting aroused the more time passed. St. Louis was starting to get into taunting you with her body, not only letting her panties drop to her ankles and covering up her pussy with the little dress she had to work with in provocative poses, but also when she failed to realize that all this dress moving around caused her nipples to free up from the cleavage.
“Oh, commander!” St. Louis fanned her face, pulling the string holding the dress around her neck before fanning her face. “Next time you should say something, I haad no idea I was showing off so much.”
You had to wonder how much of that was a lie, given her constant teasing that she would show her muff off without a second thought.
Soon enough, St. Louis fanned herself, pulling on the dress to blow some wind on her glistening skin as well. “Goodness, commander! You’re getting me so worked up…” she said with a chuckle. “I would almost think that was part of your plan all along.”
You gulped, watching as St. Louis kicked off her panties before she left the driver’s seat, her heels clicked into the floor with every step. The fancy footwear helped her to strut her stuff, her hips swaying back and forth as the dress shifted about, the front teasing her now bare pussy while her breasts bounced up against the cleavage to tease her pert nipples exposing themselves.
Then she brushed up against your groin, noticing the bulge as her fingers bumped up against it. “Oh my, and it looks like I’m not the only one worked up.” She bit her lip, giving you a seductive gaze as she curled her hair around her finger. “Why don’t we take a break and let out that stress? WWe’ve clearly done a lot of work already.”
You hadn’t even counted how many pictures you took of St. Louis, but you were about to get a good look as she squatted before you. You were trying to focus on what you had already captured, but as the camera’s back screen showed the blue haired woman unzipping your pants, your concentration had already been lost. Your cock had become her prioity, and with her looking so desirable in such a scantily clad outfit, you weren’t about to get back to the shoot until she was complete in satisfying you both.
Once she admired your cock’s length as it left your fly, St. Louis licked her tongue as she held it up by the long fingernails she added just for this shoot. To your surprise, it was hitting the right spot on your shaft, getting the blood flowing to fit it into a full erection.
While she balanced the tip on her nails, St. Louis used her other hand to brush the long nails against the top, gliding against the skin in quick motions to help keep it at such a stiff level. Her eyes watched on as it bounced, the pulsing veins catching her attention. Your crown swelled up as it reached full mast, with the blue haired woman’s attention caught on the urethra, where the clear fluid oozed out. Her touch was to thank for that, though the teasing was what even brought you here in the first place. Enticed by your length, she brought her tongue against the tip, pushing against the fernellum before flicking it upwards, collecting the clear nectar as it slowly escaped.
As St. Louis continued to please you orally, the tongue doing all the work before it even reached the rod, her fingers scratched up against the side, her eyes focused on you as she watched you tingle. You were a little on the worried side, that she might scrape too hard or damage your skin flute, but you clearly weren’t giving her enough credit as she continued the pattern with her nails; she was a surprising expert on the matter.
When her lips finally pushed ove the glans, she kept her eyes on you, though she was finished using her fingers to help make sure you were at full stiffness. Instead, she reached for the cleavage to expose her nipples to you, fondling her breasts to give you a show. Her head moved slightly as she slowly made her way down the member, trying to take you in inch by inch. Those same nails that brushed the blood towards your tip were now teasing her nipples, getting them erect while goosebumps formed on the areola. She moaned against her shaft as she pinched down on herself, eyes shut as she felt the pleasure reach her bosom.
Holding onto the camera, you were more inclined to allow her to do the work, as she seemed quite invested in helping you experience full release. You could have stuffed her throat with your full cock, but it would have killed the mood that St. Louis set when she walked her way over to you. Though she had started to salivate through her ruby lips, she left it all against your rod, letting it slide to the underside and dangle off when she wasn’t pushing it down her gullet.
When she backed away to let her spit build up on your cock, you were actually surprised that the lipstick left a ring on you, not remaining as stainless as you thought it to be. Once enough of her saliva built up on your mast, she shifted to her knees, helping to level her chest with your member in order to squeeze it between her mammaries.
She moved your rod against her chest, letting it ride up to her mouth as she kept it firmly between her breasts. Her tongue came out to lash away at the crown, not only helping to keep you fully stimulated until release, but to also catch the fluids escaping the urethra constantly. When your shaft pulled back from her face, you saw a long strand of her saliva sticking to the crown, keeping it bridged together while the spit from her previous endeavor rubbed its way into the skin, softening both of you.
“Come on, commander,” St. Louis exclaimed, “you can do a little bit of the work. I won’t mind it if you mess my makeup just a little.”
The makeup was less a concern, as you didn’t want her hair to get mussed from your hands. One grab of her head to push her mouth over your full cock would have left it all over the place, with the continuity of the photoshoot needing to be fixed up with over an hour of redoing her hair. But you might have also been overthinking it at this rate.
Although, you also had the camera in your hands still, and you decided that you might need something for ‘research’ later on. You clicked away at S. Louis as she continued to please you with her tongue and chest, massaging away while delighting you in her orifice. Even as you could have pushed her deep on the shaft, the way she straddled you with her mouth was already good enough on your terms.
Still, as you wanted more out of her, you pulled away from St. Louis, leaving her to suck her saliva back into her mouth as she gave you a confused look. “Commander?” St. Louis asked, her teeth on her lips to collect what was left. “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now! I need this just as much as you do…see?”
You weren’t, but as you undid your pants, you watched the blue haired woman move her front tail away, showing off just how aroused she became in helping you. Her grool was halfway down her thighs, almost dangling close to one as it made contact with the skin. “Commander, I think I need the proper tools to help me here. Please…”
You were already getting on your back, allowing your cock to point to the studio’s ceiling as she looked delighted in your insistence. She crawled onto your lap, squatting over your shaft while holding it in her hands. She moaned, her eyes shut while she rubbed the crown against her labia, constantly brushing away in order to help her secretion lubricate the tip. Her hips moved back and forth as she kept the motions moving, taking enjoyment of the foreplay before deciding to fully embrace your length inside her muff.
“Ah~!” When you finally sheathed yourself within St. Louis, her head tilted back lightly as she made her wincing expression. She shivered as she kept her balance on her hips, exhaling before she rocked away to fit your full staff within her canal. The motions caused her breasts to bounce about, her erect nipples showing themselves over the dress’s cleavage. The ride soon grew so bouncy that not only were her large assets jiggling against her dress, but the strap holding it around her neck soon broke, as it became too much for such a simple strand to withstand.
“C-Commander, it fits so nicely,” St. Louis moaned, the dress exposing her breasts as it slid down to her waist. With her legs spread out, it was the only thing keeping the sparkly silver gown from fully covering up the action, as you could still see her pussy grinding down your shaft, swallowing it up until it could fully fill her up. At the very least, you could still get some shots out of it. You weren’t expecting some sort of high-intensity sexual experience, but you were enjoying the way St. Louis looked as her skin grew shiny and sweaty thanks to the lighting in the studio, doing all the work for you until her labia reached the base.
“It’s in,” St. Louis panted, “your cock is fully inside me, commander! Now I can express my enjoyment…” Shifting to her knees once more, the blue haired woman rocked away at your lap, leaning over you as she rested her hands against your chest, allowing her breasts to dangle over your head. As she bucked away at the shaft, her boobs dangled back and forth, though they sometimes clapped together after the right motions were made. And all you could think about after that was the satisfying sound they made when it happened.
After enough time, your camera went back down to where your bodies met, getting snapshots of how wet her pussy had become after riding you for so long. Her fluids covered up your skin, though it was starting to pool up at the base. Her heavy gasps as the crown poked away at her cervix echoed inside the studio, hopeful not to catch the attention of anyone else that might have been using the building. The more aroused her moans sounded, you thought that St. Louis loomed closer to you, her eyes shut as she prepared for a kiss…
“Nnnngh! Commander! I’m cumming I’m cumming!” St. Louis shot herself back upright, as your cock poked around inside her canal. She bounced hard and fast against your cock, hoping that her hard stimulation would make you both climax at the same time. The sight of her breasts bouncing in such a rapid manner helped stir up those feelings, and as you felt your shaft tense up within her muff, you sat upright as you hugged St. Louis close to you, pushing your face against her shoulder before.
“Aaaaaauh…!” St. Louis’s voice spiked in pitch, her eyes rolling back as she quivered on top of you. She clinged to you as you held her first, a long, passionate whimper escaping her lips as she gushed on top of you. The burst of juices sprayed out in a dribble, pooling off your body as you could see just how aroused the photo shoot had became all the while. Her tunnel squeezed in on your member, causing you to growl as you finally hit your peak.
You popped your fluids against her cervix, unable to push your way through as you ended up filling the canal with your spunk. You could feel every pump going inside her tunnel, filling it up as your cock remained pooled inside her. You were too tired to help your model leave your cock, and as she collapsed on your shoulder, so was she.
“Commander,” she exhaled, I hope that I didn’t ruin the shoot. Do we still have time to keep going…?”
You had lost track of the time yourself, but somehow, you were surprised that her hair didn’t fall out of place. Perhaps there was some saving this session before time ran out after all.