THE CAMERA NEVER LIES
I had been going out with my girlfriend for about 5 years and we had lived together for most of that time. But because we both worked in retail our time off would more than often fall on totally different days of the week and sometimes when I came back from work, she would tell me of her day spent wanking and watching pornography.
I loved the idea of being stuck in my boring job while she lay half naked on the sofa fucking herself senseless for hours on end. Her descriptions of what she had got up to always ended up in some long, filthy sex session when I got home and I would often try to encourage her into it before leaving for work in the morning.
After all, I did pretty much the same thing while she worked - putting on a porno and sitting open legged on the chair with my feet resting on the coffee table. I'd sit playing for hours before allowing myself to cum, often only minutes before she walked through the door. One day in summer I came home to find her sat reading.
After a few minutes of asking how my day had been, she excitedly handed me her old digital camera. It had belonged to her ex-boyfriend and I'd totally forgotten it even existed. 'Turn it on!' she said as she handed it to me. 'I've taken some photo's today' she told me with the biggest grin.
As the screen came on, a picture of her laying next to the window appeared. She was cheekily smiling into the lens and cupping one of her boobs. The next shot was her licking at the nipple of the same tit with her long tongue, still staring into the camera. 'Well?' she said.
The lips were fully swollen and bright red, almost as though it had been taken 20 mins into a brutally hard fuck. Liquid oozed out of her, running down between the cracks of her cheeks and onto the olive leather sofa cushion beneath her. 'WOW' I said, 'this is fucking beautiful, what the hell have you been dreaming about?' I asked her.
She just smiled and told me to carry on. There were four or five more pictures, but the last one beat them all. It was another close up of her swollen vagina with a slim can of deodorant half way inserted into it. It looked incredible and I told her so.
She took the camera back off me and browsed through them herself, while I rubbed at the crotch of her jeans. 'You should start this as a hobby. ' I told her, kissing at her neck, 'Maybe I will. .
. ' she said with a wide smile. Minutes later we were fucking. Her next couple of days off were spent out of the house so i didn't ask if she'd managed to take anymore snaps, but I was eager that she should.
Then, one day the next week, I came home to find her naked in the front room watching a particularly nasty bukkake scene on the television. She didn't stop fingering herself as I walked in, but just beckoned me to join her. I dropped my work bag and went straight over, kneeling between her open legs, and began eating out her shocking red cunt as she frigged herself off, her gaze still fixed on the film playing loudly behind me.
She began to cum almost immediately. Her open vagina shuddered and gushed as I ate and lapped at the sickly orgasm pouring out of her and she gripped the back of my head, pulling my mouth over her until she was done. Then, without giving her chance to recover, I rose up unbuckling my jeans and plunged my cock into her, pinning her arms to her sides.
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