Photographer's Model (closed for pipper and JT)

At the back door, Phil tapped lightly, and when Laurie opened, stepped inside. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in a gentle hug.

"I brought the long black gloves that go up to your elbow. I'd love to photograph you in them. Just them. Nothing else."

His index finger ran lightly up and down her upper spine, while he gazed into her eyes. She felt warm and soft.
 
Laurie giggled, as she took the opera gloves from him. “Nothing else you say! Hmm…I think I have a better idea. I’ll be right back.”

Up in her room, Laurie stripped completely, before putting on the front fastening bra along with the panties, which she had worn for her cam show. Thankfully she used the time to herself to wash them in the morning.

Then she slid each glove up her arms. Modest high heels finished off her attire. Her reflection in the dressing mirror told her that she was a stripper, a stripper that had a customer waiting for her. So Laurie went down to Phil.
 
Phil's eyebrows arched high when he saw her. She looked gorgeous and alluring.

"Where were you when you cammed to me? Can we go there for some photos?"

Deep in his groin things were already clenching, and he knew she would have him aching in no time at all. But this time he was going to make sure he held to his promise of reversing roles. His satisfaction was going to have to wait, maybe until he got home to shower, but no matter what, tonight it was going to be ladies first.

His eyes continued to devour her.
 
‘He’s still thinking about that cam show,’ Laurie thought.

“Actually it was done in the basement. Come on, we’ll let Oscar take in the shoot as well. For some reason he’s been taking an interest in any shoots we do down there, even my cam show it appears!” Damn! Why did she say that last bit?

She led the way, knowing that her hips were swaying from side to side, as if she was making her entrance onto a club’s stage.

Sure enough, Oscar perked up when he saw her attire and Phil with his photography equipment. “See, I told you.”
 
After setting up his camera on a tripod, aimed at the couch, Phil sat down, remote in hand. Then he began to hum "Cherry", famous strippers song, and with his hands tapped out the rhythm.

Oscar moved to watch, eyes alert, tongue flicking. Phil smiled at the snake thinking, 'Yes, its time for the tongue, just as soon as the target comes into view.'

"Laurie, you look great!"

And he squirmed a bit, anticipating the show to come.
 
‘So much for a glove shot,’ Laurie thought as she began to sway her hips in time to the rhythm Phil was tapping.

She ran her hands over the sides of her body in an erotic gesture, before raising them to over her head; she swung her hips round in circles, moving her head in time, her hair shaking loose around her face.

Laurie turned away from Phil, sliding her gloved hands down, across her buttocks, spreading her legs apart and sliding her hands down, demonstrating her flexibility, as she bent forward, presenting her backside to him, as the fabric of the panties tightened around its contours of her hips. Steadily and smoothly, she stood upright, running her hands through her hair, and turning to offer a profile view, as she stretched up, allowing him to enjoy her perfectly proportioned figure.

Facing him again, she leaned forward, holding his eye, challenging him to stare at her body rather than her face. Then, Laurie flexed her wrist upwards, and caught the fingers of her left glove in her right hand. She gently tugged each finger loose, before sliding it off her hand and arm. She toyed with the glove, stretching it between her fingers, running it around her neck and over her shoulder, before letting it drop to the floor. Again, she turned her back to Phil, this time raising her hands over her head, so he could watch her loosen each finger above her head, while taking in her swaying buttocks. Again she removed the glove, and it almost seemed as if the exposure of her arms alone increased the erotic tension she felt growing inside her. Once again, she let it drop to the floor.
 
Not surprisingly to either of them, Phil's trousers now had a substantial tent.

He enjoyed her body with his eyes, devoured it. He studied each nuance, the curves of her bottom, hips, thighs, calves. Her back was erotic to him. And the mounds of her breasts above her bra begged for a caress. But it was the mound her panties covered that really had his attention. He had seen her last night, rubbing wildly until she was overcome. Tonight he wanted her close enough he could create that excitement in her with his tongue.

He was barely aware of adjusting his shaft to gain room, be more comfortable. He realized he was licking his lips, anticipating teasing and exploring with his tongue. And breathing in fits and starts. He willed her to take off her bra.
 
‘Camera be damned,’ Laurie thought as she moved towards Phil, using her best catwalk style, standing directly in front of him, legs straddling his knees. Her hips rotated before she turned through a hundred and eighty degrees, presenting her satin covered ass to him, sliding her hands down her legs, bending forward, stretching the material tight, offering a close up of panties.

She straightened up, moving away from him, placing foot in front of foot, before stopping and while Laurie looked back him over her shoulder, her hands reached up, unclipped her bra, and then moved quickly round to face Phil while holding it across her breasts as the straps fell down her shoulders before letting the detached cups fall to either side.

Keeping her eyes on Phil, she slid the bra off her arms, and dropped it to the floor.
 
When she straddled his knees, thighs wide open, he almost leaned forward to kiss her panties over her mound. But she was only like that a moment. When she turned away, bottom toward him the curves were displayed as if naked. With her legs wide, the place where her panties covered the lower lips of her sex came into view. And he could swear there was a dark spot where they were damp. He wanted to taste, so much, he wanted to taste.

Then, still facing away, she unclipped her bra. and let it fall to the floor. His tongue ran over his lips. His shaft, now thick and rigid strained the fabric of his slacks. Phil opened his belt, undid the button and unzipped. The outline was clear under the stretch boxers.
 
Once again, Laurie walked to Phil. As she reached him, she stopped directly between his feet, and bent forward, placing each hand behind his head as she did so, letting her breasts fall free, but so near that he could not see them clearly. Gently she pulled him to her, placing his face directly between her breasts, so he could feel their swollen, silky smooth warmth on his cheeks.

Again, she stood, turning completely around in one fluid movement, offering a full view of her body, but so fleeting that it was impossible to register any detail. Remaining close, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, bending as she slid them down her thighs and legs, offering him a close-up, unrestricted view of her most intimate parts – delicate, as a budding flower, moist and ready for what was to follow. Laurie’s high heels were now the only things she was wearing.
 
Head between her breasts, Phil thought he could stay there forever. the sweet scent of her body, incomparable softness of her skin, the gentleness of her touch. She was exquisite, exquisite was the only word he could think of to describe, her. Not just her body, but everything. The way she talked, the way she thought. Everything.

When she bent over, without panties, he could see the outer lips of her sex had flushed light pink, and the delicate folds of her inner lips glistened. A clear drop was beginning to form. He ached to taste the dew.

His upright shaft strained the fabric of his boxers. Delicately, lightly, ever so softly he stroked her outer thighs with his fingertips. He could see they were covered in tiny soft golden down, and he vowed to capture that image with his camera. But not now. Sometime in the future. Right now his mind was focused on returning the pleasure she had given him.
 
Laurie smiled as she walked towards the enclosure. Oscar had seen her act, and he was looking at her with his tongue flicking away. “I think he deserves some sort of entertainment,” she said.

She placed a hand on each thigh, and began to bump and grind with her hips. “Reminds you of the club, doesn’t it?” she coly said as the reptile watched her body’s every move. “Maybe one day you’ll get a closer view.”

With that Laurie walked back to the couch with that stripper walk of hers. Lying down on the couch, after kicking off her high heels, she slipped directly into a model pose – supported on one elbow, lying on her side, with one knee raised while the other stretched along the couch. She was exposing herself to Phil completely. “What’s your pleasure?” she asked him.
 
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"Your pleasure is my pleasure. My pleasure is your pleasure."

He moved to kneel beside the couch and leaned over positioning his mouth over her sex. Phil pursed his lips and silently whistled, sending jets of warm, moist air all over her pussy. Thighs wide like that her outer lips had parted, revealing the soft inner folds. The 'little man in the boat' peeked out and was treated to special breezes. A drop of dew formed, and Phil lapped it with the tip of his tongue, her taste mixing with her most intimate scent. His arousal was raging, but he ignored it, preferring to repay her gift to him.

With mouth wide open he exhaled, then set his teeth on the outer folds and used them to squeeze her clit. With his tongue he then replicated the moves she had made with her fingers, on cam to him. Her taste and aroma were driving his libido skyward. He wanted nothing more than to drive his shaft full up inside her, but he patiently lapped her lower inner lips while darting his tongue up to swirl her clit. His nose brushed the neat short landing strip. Elsewhere her skin was incredibly soft and silky smooth. As more dew formed he lapped it up
 
Laurie moaned in ecstasy as Phil’s tongue worked on her sex, while at the same time her hands were caressing her breasts.

She had learned from Susan that’s what the girls did at the club, as the snakes began to swallow them. Though in honesty Laurie had no plans to go completely inside Oscar; simply because the reptile would have to recognize the voice of a man’s commend to bring her back out. But what if Oscar could get use to Phil’s voice?

Even though her moans increased, Laurie wasn’t ready for the ultimate act. That would require a bed, and regrettably she wasn't in the mood to leave right now!
 
Gently, but relentlessly, Phil slowly increased the tempo of his ministrations. He recalled her own movements on the webcam and tried his best to match the pace she had taken. As a bonus he became intimately familiar with every aspect of her most private place. The clit, now hard as the head of a nail, its shaft, perfect for stroking with the tip of his tongue. Her now swollen outer lips, and the delicate softness of the inner lips. Best of all the incredible silky smoothness of the interior leading to her entrance. He was completely lost in exploring, but driven on by the urgency of her moans, sometimes pausing to enjoy the moment. Then speeding up to even more rapid movements. His hands clenched her bottom to keep his head in place as she writhed and bucked.
 
Laurie sneaked a look at Oscar. He was enjoying it. Of course he would. Memories of the club were still in him.

As Phil began to increase his enjoyment on her, Laurie knew that soon her juices would erupt onto his tongue and into his mouth.
 
As her sounds grew more and more urgent, Phil concentrated on relentlessly edging her higher and higher, yet still easing off before she broke through into a full blown climax.

By concentrating on all the nuances of her arousal, he was able to subvert his own urges, but it was becoming ever more difficult

Memories of when she took him in her mouth kept flooding into his mind, but he drove them away by focusing on pressing his tongue as far into her entrance as he could, while nuzzling her clit, then switching to using his tongue on her clit, even daring to lightly bite it.

Faster and faster he licked it, only to slow again as he heard her voice quivering.
 
Laurie just couldn’t hold it much longer. Moan after moan escaped her mouth. “Ohh…that’s it, keep it right there.”

She placed both her hands on Phil’s head to hold it in place. “You want it…you…you’ve got.”

Then Laurie’s juices exploded.
 
When she finally stopped clamping his head, Phil delicately lapped here and there, initiating aftershocks that had her writhing. As she settled more, he kissed the insides of her thighs, then worked his way up her body, softly, gently, delicately. She was sensitive everywhere, but particularly her nipples.

When he finally reached her head, he softly kissed all over her face, then whispered in her ear "Now we are even."
 
Laurie giggled. “That we are, Phil that we are.”

She looked at Oscar. “Well, someone else appeared to like it.” There he was just starring at the both of them with his tongue flicking away! “Did you know that Bella told Susan that every time she went into a snake, she pretended that she was going into a big cock?”

Laurie looked at Phil, kissed him, and said, “It’s a pity that Oscar doesn’t know your voice well enough to take commands from you, otherwise I might let him swallow me completely while you take pics or a video!”
 
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A dull ache was growing in Phil's groin, but he endured it for the time being. Next time with her, he wanted everything. Still with Laurie, patience had paid off handsomely, and in fact, he wanted her full participation. Quickly he diverted his mind from the image of them fully enjoying each other, and thought about Oscar.

"Well he does seem to tolerate me, and I have fed him. But really I know little about snakes. Can you work out a plan for training sessions for me to practice with him. We have to take our time I'd think. Make some interesting photographs too. And you know I want an apple there too! Its the accepted icon for Eve and the serpent."

Phil sighed, "I better be getting back home, Mary could get back any minute."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her saying "I want to be with you forever."
 
Me too,” Laurie replied. “But we have to be very careful. My parents would disown me, and think what your relatives would do, especially your wife.”

She kissed Phil once more. “You better get going. I’ll clean up here. Oh, using an apple would be nice, but I can’t go into Oscar with that. Snakes are not known to eat fruit!” Laurie laughed. “I don’t think it will take time to get him use to your voice, but we’ll take it easy.”
 
Phil made his way home via the back yards, and dashed to the shower. Purely preventative. He had to relieve the pressure or suffer the consequences. Twice in short order. Finally, relaxed.

Mary returned, just after he finished dressing. She stared at him, looked around. "Phil? Are you still going to open that photography studio? Quit your job?"

"Yes Mary, I am, very soon in fact."

She stared at him longer. Then pronounced, "I want a divorce. We share nothing you and I and you are getting farther away with this fool idea of photography. You will waste all our hard earned money. Soon you will be mortgaging my house to pay for silly dreams. Well, it is not going to happen. I sold the house tonight. You have a month to get out. I will start moving my things out tomorrow. When the money comes in, I will give you half, and that's that. Done."

"Or we can fight."

"Well Phil?"

"Mary, this is so . . . sudden. I don't know what to say . . . I . . . I . . will sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. We can talk in the morning. I need to think."

Phil left as fast as he could, leaving her standing there. He couldn't suppress his smile any longer.
 
Laurie tidied up the basement, so there were no tell tail signs of what had just occurred. With her parents being away, she didn’t bother to get dressed. “Might as well, stay naked!” she told Oscar.

Then a smirk came on her face. Laurie opened the enclosure’s door and let the snake out. “Come on lad, enjoy your slither.”

Then she sat down on the couch, and watched the reptile moving around trying to envision a bulge in him; hers. Did she really have the guts to let Oscar completely swallow her, knowing that her life would be in the hands of Phil to command Oscar to let her back out?
 
The next morning at breakfast Phil asked Mary if there was any way she would re-consider.

"It's already been done, the house has been sold. I am being very generous giving you half. My parents gave us the down payment, and my father insisted it be in my name. So no matter what you think, Its my decision, and I have made it. It's over Phil. Your are free for your photography, chase that slut Jennifer. Oh I know about her. One of my friends saw you two. NO! don't bother denying it. I know."

Phil was quiet during her entire tirade. In fact he had earned all the money that paid the mortgage to her father, and paid most of the main mortgage. No matter, he was certain his photography business would soon far outreach the income he had at his current job. And he was free!
 
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