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QuillAndInk

QuillAndInk

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Andrew grunted as he came hard, his whole body tense as he filled her with his seed. His hands still clutched her perk breasts as she writhed beneath him with her own orgasm. Her face and bridal veil were still covered in his cum from his first load that had splattered over her face. Her lace lingerie clung to her sweat-dampened body, her crotchless panties now stained with their combined juices. He grunted again, giving her another thrust, letting her tight pussy milk the length of his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him and into her. He leaned down once more and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She squirmed again, moaning as he slowly pulled out from her, her hands on his hips trying to draw him back into her.

He chuckled softly and pulled away. "As much as I want to, I do have another customer coming in 15 so I need to clean up and prepare for them!" He says to the 22 year old woman as she lay panting there, legs spread, his seed trickling out of her. Begrudgingly, she finally got up and moved to the restroom to washup and change back into her street clothes. Andrew, at 48, was a photographer who did all sorts of shoots - from family to the more exotic. The blushing bride had wanted some pictures in her wedding dress for her soon to be husband. Andrew had sensed the tenseness in her from her impending marriage. He had managed to talk her out of her dress and into more and more revealing shots, marveling at her crotchless panties she had even worn. To make things look more...real...he had reached out to rub her pussy - her pent up stress had come out then and he had made her cum shortly after by going down on her. She had repaid him the favor - not satisfied until he had cum all over her face as she came face to face with his large cock for the firs time. The rest, they say, is history.

"When you're back from your honeymoon...I'm always available to take more pictures if you like." He says with a wink as she appeared minutes later back in her street clothes.

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After she left, Andrew moved through the partition and into his house - his studio was the garage of his house with an additional attachment to it. It allowed him to run his business at all hours and work from home at the same time, though his wife was often on the road. He had been tense with excitement as his Niece was due to arrive for the weekend tomorrow and had agreed to a few more shoots with him.

He pulled his phone out to text her.

"Still good for this weekend, Chloe? Can't wait to shoot you!"
 
Chloe had been ubber excited. Like kid on Christmas morning excited. Since she had woken up at the crack of dawn to the sounds of song birds and instanted started her day. Even thoughout the day, a typical Friday, as Chloe hung our with her friends at the mall, at a local skate park, then at her boyfriends. All she could think about was this awesome weekend she was about to partake in with her super cool uncle, Andrew. He was a professional photographer, one of the best in the world. And he was going to take photos of her all weekend and just maybe, okay hopefully, set off her career as a model. What girl in their right mind wouldn’t be excited.

So as Chloe slowtched in her bed flipping through on her phone mindlessly next to her pink Roots napsack filled with clothes and other items for the weekend. Atired in a simple pair of cutoff white shorts matched with a black racerback tank top. She nearly fell of her bed in pure unhindered joy as her phoen beeped with a specific message tone. Not her bestie, not her boyfriend, but her uncle.

“Hell yah Uncle Andrew. I can’t wait. I have been surper looking forward to this all day, all week.” typing as fast as she could. “When are you coming to pick me up?”
 
"First thing in the morning! Were you able to find some outfits you'd like to wear?" He responds to her text.

Their relationship was intense. They were close, very close, and he'd taken shots of her before. There was definately a growing sexual tension between them and he had even jerked off recently to a few video clips she had sent him where she stripped off her shirt and pants to reveal the sexy bra and panties she had on underneath. These had been an escalation from her just sending him pictures of her without a shirt on.

It was wrong - to be texting like that with your Niece - but he was able to pass it off as art. They had even talked about her posing completely topless on Saturday and then with another guy - pretending to be a couple - for a more erotic shoot. If she wanted to be a model, she'd have to flash some skin just to get in the door these days!
 
Nervously typing back to her uncles inquiry. Why was she nervous, she wanted this, this was nothing new. Okay, yes, spending a weekend with her uncle for the weekend was new but she had spent afternoons and evening with him, this was just longer.

“Of course Uncle... I went to the mall and bought some dresses, skirts, and other items with the money you gave me from the other shoot I did.” He had convinced her to take a few shots of her in a bikini down by the lake just past town, giving her some seed money in the process. “I also shaved Uncle. Everything. Like you asked me too.”

Her high cheek bones were stained red with excitement, but also innocent embaressment as she typed that last timbit of information to her uncle.
 
He raised his eyes at that revelation. He doubted even her mother knew she had shaved like that. He had been subtle with his suggestion about 'bikini lines' but she had taken the hint and done what he had requested. He was pretty sure she'd take her top off for him during their first photo shoot at this stage - maybe if he played his cards straight on the following couples shoot, he could get a lot more from her.

"Awesome! Any sneak peaks you're willing to show me?" He responds, settling down at his desk.

He hooked his cameras up to the computer and started processing the images of the bride - she had paid for a shoot! - before compiling their fuck session into another folder, something he'd send to her as a 'wedding gift' from him to her.
 
Yikes. She thought to herself, uncrossing her lewd legs that she had sat on only moments ago, as she read the text her uncle had sent back from her little revelation. But she knew, of course she did. That he would ask that, any guy would, if a gal had let that slip.

And shit, she had posed topless for him down by the lake just last week. How was this anything different right. Just a peek, to confirm that she had listened. “Hold on uncle.”

Slipping from her white iron wrought bed, the kind you would see in a magazine. One her daddy had bought and built for her birthday two months ago. Checking that her door was shut so no unwanted visitors, aka Mom and Dad. She hooked her delicate fingers into the waist bands of her light white shorts and panties. Pulled them down to her knees. Snagged her iPhone and adjusting its placement an arm's length away. CLICK

“Here uncle.... Is it okay?”
 
Her picture sent his mouth watering. If he hadn't just fucked a girl half his age, his cock probably would have obtained instance hardness as his phone buzzed and he saw the image she had sent him.

It was not what he had meant at all! He had meant a sneak peak of the outfits she had picked to wear - not her pussy!

"Wow...Chloe...I appreciate your honesty." He sent her, then she'd see the '...' of him typing as he tried to put more words.

"I actually meant your outfits! o_O Your pussy does look really pretty and smooth tho - how does it feel?" He knew he shouldn't have said that, or asked that, but a line had already been crossed.
 
Crap. Ow whatever. What's done is done. She whispered under her breath, not the 1st time she had done a stupid embarrassing thing like this before. Once bi-accidently sending a picture of her boobs to her math teacher instead of her boyfriend. Ackward.

As her emerald eyes gazed at the message her uncle had wrote back to her mentioning he meant seeing her in her new outfits from the local mall and not her freshly shaved pussy. But, how was she to know, he didn’t clarify. Bah.

Moving forward. Noticing the *** on her phone and reading her uncles next text. Sitting bottomless on her cool downy comfortable with her panties and shorts caught between her ankles.

She reached down casually to her mound with her left hand, her right typing, and began to softly touch herself with her fingers “Very smooth Uncle. Like baby bottom smooth. HeHe. I think I like it. Think I’ll keep it that way. What do you think Uncle?”
 
Andrew knew that he was going to have to find out just how smooth those pussy lips felt for himself.

"Haha, I bet! I like the idea of you keeping it like that. Will make bikini shots a lot better!" And a lot of other things a lot better, but he wasn't about to tell her that.

"Well I've got another client coming soon. Maybe wear something cute or sexy tomorrow when I pick you up? Great spot along the way where I want to take a few shots of you if U R okay with that?!"
 
Eagerly typing back to her uncle. So excited, can’t keep it in excited. As Chloe gazed at her nap sack inquisitively. Remembering, Visualizing, what she was going to wear tomorrow for her uncle. And as she hopped up from her bed, nearly falling to the floor because of trapper shorts and panties. Forgetting her state of undress.

She pulled them up and typed. “Of course, Uncle Andrew. I can’t wait and have the perfect dress for you. For the suit. Thank you. See you tomorrow Uncle at 8, right? Love you. Xoxo.” closing her phone and throwing it on her bed. It was going to be an exciting weekend.
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Chloe. Just like yesterday morning. Woke up in a fit of bubbling excitement. Barely able to contain herself as she readied herself for her visit to her uncles. Ensuring she had everything, clothes, underwear, pjs, toiletries, phone charge, etc. And of course, attired appropriately as promised to her uncle. A darker blue backless summer dress. Including skimpy panties, reading that fashion execs hated to see lines under the clothes of their models, thank you Reddit.

She waited patiently. Okay who are we kidding, she was as patient as frogs sitting on a hot stove. For her uncle to come around the bend in the road and pick her up.
 
Andrew fucked his wife hard that night. He practically jumped on her as soon as she got home, fucking her in the living room, on the stairs up to their bedroom, in the hallway, and finally in their room. They didn't fall into an exhausted sleep until nearly 3AM. But after that picture Chloe had sent him? He needed some sort of release. And each time he fucked his wife? Yeah, he was picturing it was Chloe instead. Don't tell her that.

Tired and groggy, he was glad the drive was an hour. It let him wake up despite the lack of sleep, coffee aiding him. He kept the windows down, letting the cool air wake him as well, though things had warmed up a bit by the time he arrived at his brothers house. He got out of the car and saw her, grinning widely at her before stepping forward to sweep her up in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing her breasts against his chest as he picked her up in a bear hug.

He held onto her tightly. "We're going to have a lot of fun this weekend! You all packed?" He asks, letting her down slowly. The press of their bodies as she slid back down to the ground caused the hem of her dress to rise up and he let his hand brush over her ass.

"Lets hit the road then! I've got the perfect spot picked out for us!"
 
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