She brings in a friend

Christa photographed me for several minutes while I made various poses. I flexed my muscles, displayed my cock proudly in some photos, but tastefully covered it up in others, all at her direction.

It felt sexy to receive marching orders while my biggest crush took pictures of my form. Like any other man I had fantasized about fucking the hottest women in all sorts of scenarios, and yet nothing could compare to what was happening. My sexuality was on fire like it never had been before.

After a short while, Christa told me to take a break. I sat on a towel on the couch so I wouldn't cover the entire place in oil. I sat with my legs open and tried not to touch my boner, knowing that at any point I could erupt.

"John, could you sit there for a few minutes? I need to make a call." I nodded and she retreated from the room.

When she returned after a few moments, I couldn't take it anymore. "Christa, could you tell me what your idea is? I'm dying of curiosity. First you photograph me, and then what?"

She grinned. "She's at the door."

What the hell? I thought to myself. "Who?"

"I'm here!" A woman's voice said.

We both turned to face the door. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands, which proved difficult because of my erection.

The woman walked through the door. She was East Indian, a few inches shorter than me. She had beautiful dark skin, dark eyes, and raven hair. She also had a voluptuous figure, which I of course noticed instantly.

She noticed me right away as well. "My, my, look at you!" She looked my white nakedness up and down. "Even hotter in person!"

I blushed bright red. "What do you mean... in person?" I wondered what a sight I was. I was standing in a woman's home, completely nude, covered in oil, with a dick stiffer than a sequoia trunk, in front of a beautiful woman I'd never met.

Christa came to my rescue. She wrapped an arm around my bare waist. "Nadia, how are you?"

Nadia's eyes didn't leave my body. "I'm amazing, thank you."

"Hi... hi there, I'm..." I stammered.

"Yes, you're John, Christa has already shown me your photos."

This shocked me, though I suppose it shouldn't have. "Wow, I, I'm sorry, I don't know what-"

"It's okay, John, nice to meet you too. Don't worry, I value your privacy and dignity. I also value your fantastic body." She licked her lips. "Now, because I've already seen you, you may as well take your hands off your dick. Unless you're enjoying yourself."

I was simultaneously stunned and turned on by her direct demeanor. "Uh, sure. Sorry." Slowly I uncovered my erection, which bounced upward. Finally, my dick couldn't take it anymore. When it sprung up, it ejaculated a little, throwing my semen up into the air.

Nadia gasped.

"Oh, Nadia, I'm sorry, I can't believ-" She put her index finger to my lips, and I got the message. Shut the hell up.

She looked down, noticing that a single rope of cum was dripping out, onto the floor. "You are enjoying yourself," she said.

Christa watched this whole exchange wordlessly, her eyes also on my ejaculate.

Nadia reached forward and gripped my erection firmly. I loved the feeling of her hands on me. She then pumped it, her fingers moving up and down my shaft. She started out slowly before working up to a good rhythm, and I was starting to lose control of things. "Yes, there we go, John, enjoy it. We're almost done..." she promised.

"Oh, Nadia, I... aaahh!" Finally I let go, and strands of my semen bubbled out, before landing on the floor with an audible splat. I felt my legs weaken. She kept pumping me, forcing all of it out of me completely. With a groan, I shot out the last of my cum with considerable ****. I almost fell off balance.

She held my hand so I wouldn't fall over. She noticed that the hand that she'd use to pleasure me was sticky with my cum. She licked it off of her hands. "Mmm, thank you John. Nice to meet you!"