No more

You've enjoyed making these photos and that gives you a pull to continue, but you also don't want to end up doing something you'll regret and you're not sure if you'll regret playing with a dildo on camera. You give a coy little smile and a light shake of the head and reply.

"No thanks. It's been fun but I think this is where I get off."

Tyrones eyes flick down to your clearly wet and puffy snatch and he retorts with.

"I'd love to see you get yourself off, I think we'd have to film it thought to really capture you in all your glory."

"That's not what I; you know what I meant!"

Tyrone raises his hands in faux defense and chuckles out.

"I know I know. But really, I'd love to watch you play with yourself. But you've been a sport, I wasn't sure at a couple of points that you'd stick with it but I'm pleased you did. If you were local to here I'd contact some other folks I know to see if you'd like to keep doing some softcore shoots but I don't think anything would get arranged in time. I'll send you the photos though in case you want to find someone back home that will publish you. And I hope you do, because Little Tyrone hungers to see again soon."

"Thanks, it's been better than I thought it would. I thought it was going to be sleazy, that you were going to be sleazy. It's made me think about this industry in a different light."

Tyrone gets up and says that you'd probably best get dressed, but not to rush for his sake. You sign contracts for the rights to the pictures and collect your cash. Finally you get dressed, still as horny as fuck when you give Tyrone a hug goodbye, Little Tyrone pushing hard against your body as you do only makes you hornier, holding on with the hug longer than you probably should have done, almost grinding your body against Little Tyrone, until you finally pull yourself away before you do something that'll result in Tyrone dumping his seed into your fertile body.

Finally you say your goodbyes and 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.