Eden Books Business Mommy Gets Ganged : Mom To Bimbo 17

The woman who usually takes my photographs for my NaughtyFans page is away for the weekend, and I have no hope of creating the shots that I know my loyal following demands on my own.

I enlist the help of mailman Jack who is shy at first, but as I reveal more it’s clear to see that his first priority is not taking photos.

Read as things get even more sinful and I take him inside me, climax and all!

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My hands came to my breasts and I pushed them up in the bra of my bikini.  Jack pulled his face away from the camera and looked over it.

“Are you going to take anything off?” he asked.

“Only if you want me to,” I teased.

He was speechless.

“I usually do,” I confessed.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Is that a problem?”

“No.”

“Good.”

I think if I’d have asked that question before we started then Jack might have given a different answer, but now we were mid-flow he was falling victim to the same curse as many of my fans.  Once you see a little bit, you want to see just that little bit more.

My fingers slid under the shoulder-strap and pulled it down my arms.  Jack continued to take photos as I slowly removed the other strap, staring right at the camera the whole time.

Whenever Janice photographed me I’d stare at the lens and imagine that I was looking right into the eyes of my NaughtyFans, but when I looked to the camera now the only person I was posing for was Jack.

By now the bulge in his shorts was fully grown.  It’d twitch every now and then and Jack would adjust himself.  I think he thought he was keeping himself hidden, but his pants were so tight on his waist that I could make out every inch of him—and there were quite a few inches.

I could feel myself start to get wet as I tugged at the cups of my bikini.  I pulled them down a little and pushed my tits together with my fists, revealing the slightest hint of nipple.  The camera’s shutter-sound quickened as Jack let off a flurry of photographs.

“Steady on there, stud,” I told him.

He pulled away from the viewfinder and looked over the camera at me.  His pupils were fat with lust.  I couldn’t help but match him.

“Don’t stop completely,” I said.  “We’re getting to the good part.”

Jack swallowed nervously and put the camera back to his eye.  He took another photograph and I pulled down the front of my bra to reveal the big tits that my fans paid for.

There was silence in the room as Jack paused.

“Go on,” I urged.  “Take a photo of my big tits.”

I could see him almost double-over as the words resounded in the room.  His finger twitched and then the shutter sounded.

“Good boy.  Don’t you stop.”

Jack continued to photograph me as I steadily eased the garment down my arms.  Finally I sat topless on the couch.  I opened my legs wide and framed my crotch with my hands.

“Things are hotting up, huh?” I said.

This time Jack’s hand went to his pants and he tugged at the fabric as though he were in some discomfort.

“Are you okay there, hon?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” he replied quickly.

“Good boy.”

I stood up and turned away from him again, leaning over the couch and letting my big tits hang beneath me.  I turned to the side so he could photograph my profile, then I pointed my ass back towards him and slid my fingers into the waist of my panties again.

I pushed down, but this time I didn’t stop at the top of my ass.  Instead I continued until Jack was photographing my bare backside.

“That’s good, Ms. Eastbourne,” he said finally.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I kept the panties around my knees and arched my back to give my ass the curves that my fans deserved.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack whispered.

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