Love Sex and Porn

Love Sex and Porn

You know, being a fashion photographer has it’s perks. You get to travel, spend loads of time with the worlds most beautiful woman, and the money is just wonderful. Being on the road though, ten months out of the year, one doesn’t have time to really socialize. Mostly the models and the crew that travel with you, become your best friends, and families.

We had just wrapped up a shoot, for the latest Gucci campaign, in Paris, when I decided to just spend some time to myself. So I walked the streets of “The city of lights.” As I walked pass the Eiffel tower, the Arc de-triumph, I could not help but exclaim, “God this is such a romantic city!” Deep down inside, I have always been a Romantic, but at this point in life, I just don’t have any time to get romantic with any woman.

I began walking back to the hotel, when I saw ahead of me, about five men taking pictures and hugging on a woman. As I got closer, I noticed the woman was just stunning. She was only about five two. She had long jet black hair, and must have only weighed ninety pounds. From the looks of her she was of Asian decent, very strong features. I got within ten feet of the crowed, when all the men walked away. I was going to just walk by, but she stopped me,

“Bon jour!” She said in the sweetest soft French accent.

“Bon jour!” I said. She then rambled quickly something in French.

“Whoa! Wait! That is all I know in French, I failed it in high school.”
She laughed, and smiled.

“Well then, hello how are you?” She said in perfect English.

“I’m fine. My name is Jayce.”

“I’m Katsumi.”

“Katsumi. That’s a mouth full.”
“Well, I try to be.” She said smiling.

“From the looks of those guys, I’d say you were one of three things.”

“How did those guys look to you?”

“Like nerds, that needed to get fucked.”

“What are the three things you think I am?”

“Well, nerdy looking guys just don’t walk up to a stunning woman like you on the street unless their confident that she’ll stop and talk to them. And a stunning woman will not stop and talk to nerdy guys unless she is a character on Star Trek, a Comic Book Heroine, or a Porn Star.”

“And you know this how?”

“I’m a photographer, I’ve seen nerds drool at the sight of supermodels, I’ve seen those women just totally embarrass men. You didn’t do that. So which are you?”

“I let you find out.”

“The only way I can find out is if I take you to dinner.”

“Then take me to dinner.”
I took the invitation and we walked a few blocks to a nice Café. It was about seven in the evening, and very warm. As we sat and talked I looked over my date, from the other end of the table. She was Model material. She had the walk, the talk the whole confidence thing. She wore a short silk skirt, and her top was a white silk, sheer spaghetti halter. I tried not to stare at her thick nipples that were exposed.
We really clicked. We shared the same interest of travel and photography, she had been to many of the places I had been. We both loved the Islands of the South Pacific. After about an hour of she telling me where she had traveled, it hit me what she did. But I needed to confirm it.
“How old are you?” I asked

“Twenty three.” She said
Yep! I thought to myself, she’s in Porn. Ain’t not way in hell, a twenty three year old has spent so much time traveling the world. I mean she could have rich parents, but she didn’t.

I smiled and began to get excited. I don’t know why. The models I work with, are just as if not more loose when it comes to sex, it’s just that my girls are mainstream and accepted.

“What are you smiling at?” She asked.

“Just thinking.”
I wanted to take her to my room and make love to her, but I couldn’t just ask that, I’m a gentleman. That’s one of the reasons I get hired, is because I don’t screw the girls. I think I’m the only heterosexual photographer there is, that’s not a woman.

“So, am I going to make the first move or you?” She asked

“What move?”

“You’re either playing dumb, or you are really naïve.”
I smiled because I knew what she meant.

“I’m right down the street.”

“Let’s go.” She said
My heart raced as we walked to my hotel. As we got closer to my room, I think I almost fainted. What the hell was wrong with me? I thought.
We entered the room, and she walked over to the window.

“Nice view.”
I walked behind her, and pulled her to me. She began to grind into me. At this point I was rock hard, and my libido was raging. I ran my hand under her blouse, and lightly squeezed her breast. I leaned down and kissed her neck. “God she smelt so good. With my other hand, I hiked up her skirt and finger her.
She brook away from me, and walked over to the bed. She pulled her blouse over her head, unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. She then sat on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was beautiful. It was shaved, and her labia, had to be about two inches in length and opened at the end. The sign of a well sexed woman. I walked over to the bed, and undressed. I kissed her small chest, then moved down, between her legs. I began licking and sucking on her labia. I used both thumbs to spread it and licked in her pussy. My tongue when deep in her, and used the tip of to rub the bottom of her clitoris.
She eventual moved my head from between her legs and scooted down, between me and sucked my cock. I thought I was going to cum immediately when I felt her warm breath on me. But I held back. I pulled her long black hair hard moving her head back and forth over my cock. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, so I pulled her head off of my cock. I laid her on her back, and spread her legs. Then I entered her. Her cunt was so loose, but it had just the right amount of friction to run my cock. I grabbed her hair and pulled hard. I leaned down and touched her forehead with mine, and looked her in the eyes as I moved up and down. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. She was beautiful.
I turned her over and began fucking her from
the back. I then pulled out and entered her ass. I pounded her tight whole, fast and hard. I pulled her hair back as
I rammed deep in her ass. She said something in French, which turned me on even more. I could feel myself about to cum, I pulled out and reentered her pussy. I moved in and out, about two times when I felt the first explosion. I pulled out and she immediately put her mouth over my cock. She rubbed it fast, and I fully came in her mouth. She licked and sucked on me until there was no trace of cum. I collapsed on the bed, and she laid beside me. She rested her head on my chest, and began to kiss my neck.

“When do you leave?” she asked.

“Tomorrow.”
She didn’t say anything. I don’t know! I know that we just met, but I felt something. Sound crazy but I think she felt something too. We both eventually fell asleep in each other arms.
I woke up the next morning, and she had left. I’d figured that I would never see her again. I sat at the side of my bed, and took a deep breath in. I took a shower, and finished packing. Around twelve I went down to the lobby to check out. As I handed my keys in, the clerk handed me an envelope. In it was a note, from Katsumi, saying that she had to leave because she had a photo shoot. She left me five phone numbers. Her home, her cell phone, her companies direct line, her agents, and a second cell number, along with her home address. She told me to keep in touch.

I had chalked this night up as a one nighter, but I was wrong. This was just the beginning of more sex, and I mean very hot sex. Love and acceptance. (end of part 1)