"I'm not masturbating for you"

You've wondered where the line is over the past fifteen minutes. Stripping, showing you tits, your snatch, spreading but you know that the difference between hardcore and softcore is in softcore there isn't acts of sex and as far as you're concerned penetrating yourself with a finger is over the line. You say, firmly but politely.

"I'm not masturbating for you."

"I didn't say masturbate, I said slip a finger inside."

"Same difference."

Tyrone's head bounces in a half nodding half shaking kind of way, you can tell he's mulling over whether to press the point but he shrugs and says.

"OK, no problem. We've had a nice shot of your pussy and another of your pretty puckered asshole. So for the last two lets have a close up of your stretched pussy and for the final piece you in that last position. On you back, knees up, legs spread, Left arm supporting your tits, right hand on your twat, spreading it open with your index and ring fingers. No fingers inside but your middle finger on the entrance so it looks like you are about to masturbate. Do they sound good?

As neither is anything you haven't already done you don't have a problem with either of them so say.

"Sure, how do you want the close up?"

"Lets get into the position, that should do nicely."

Laying back into the sofa and spreading your legs and then your pussy Tyrone leans in over the opposite arm and says.

"Just stretch it open and closed a couple of times, let some of that wetness out and plush those lips up."

You do as he requests, feeling your excitement against your lips, spreading your sodden twat wide until the boom of light cascades over your privates. Tyrone leans back and says.

"Excellent, really good. That is one stunning pussy. OK. Lets keep those lips spread, cup and hold those tits. Rest that middle finger over yourself and just play sexy with your eyes. Keep looking at the camera though."

You cup and hold your heavy bosom with your arm, your middle finger dragging over your exposed clit against your inner lips, so much wanting to be able to release the sexual tension your body is in, your finger gently rubbing against your lips suddenly causing some sort of mini climax. Your eyes rolls and flutter half closed and without delay your body is framed in the light of the flash a final time. Tyrone beads as he looks down at the camera and then back at me.

"I knew when I said play sexy with your eyes you'd know exactly what I wanted. Girl, you are a natural. I'd love to do more with you but we don't really do much really soft work and the only guys I know that do soft work expect some sticky fingers. But I'll send you a copy of the photos if you want to use them in a portfolio on your side of the pond."

You are still half in a daze, wanting to get back to your room and coax this orgasm out of you. The next few minutes feel like a blur of signing a contract of image rights for the ten photographs, collecting money, putting clothes on and giving Tyrone a hug, the feeling of his still semi erect cock against you doing nothing to quell your desires.

Soon you leave $500 dollars richer and head straight down to your room. You almost rip your clothes off yourself, nothing sexy or sultry about it. As you lay back on the hotel bed, one hand already cupping you mound, feeling how wet you are, smelling the hint of your musk your phone pings. Instinctively you look round at it, you don't care who it is. They can wait. But it's an email from Tyrone with a subject of pictures.

Your body almost quivers in anticipation, you want to know how they turned out but it can wait. You run your right index and middle fingers over your clit and moan unashamedly. Stroking your bean as you left middle finger toys between your engorged lips. You are already on the cusp and as you sink your finger in and frantically pulse it in and out. Your stomach crushes in on itself and you cry out in orgasmic relief.

The burning sensation fades and you open your laptop and take a look over the photos only to find yourself shocked at the pictures of the girl in them. They look good, she looks good. They are sultry and sexy. You can't believe they are you. Collapsing back on the bed, looking over them in turn you find a sensation quickly return and without thinking about it find your hand slipping over your lower lips.

You'd put aside most of the day for the photoshoot, which was a good thing as you spend the rest of the rest of the day furiously masturbating. Looking at the close up of your ass and rolling a finger around it's creases, eventually using a pen to penetrate yourself with. Penetrating your pussy with whatever will fit. Emptying the little bottles of complimentary shampoo and pushes them in and forcing them back out again. You try to take a shower but it doesn't help. Eventually, exhausted, you slip off to sleep and have vivid dreams about sex.