Hello Len.
I suspect I should add a point or two before carrying on with my story. I am now 57 years old and was fortunate enough to be financially well off enough that I was able to "Retire in style" shortly before I turned 56. I guess you could say that I did the Freedom 55 thing everyone talks about but no one ever really does.
My background is engineering but the big money was earned leading a national sales team for a large multinational tech firm. This role was the one that allowed me to bond so closely with my staff over a period of 11 years or more. All of that to say that I gave Melissa three children. I believe they are 8, 7 and 4 at this moment. All three are gorgeous and intelligent young ladies. They and their "father" have no idea what so ever that I am their biological father. The only people who know that are Melissa, me and Catherine, ... and now you.
You can see from the girls ages that Melissa wanted another baby almost as soon as it was physically possible. In fact, I renewed my attentions to Melissa's beautiful pussy long before her one year parental leave was over and she could return to the office. She had asked me over for dinner one evening when her, (our) daughter was only 6 months old. I figured she was just inviting the boss over for dinner with the new baby and her husband, likely because she had a little cabin fever and missed her busy old life. I cleared it with my wife , got a nice bottle of wine and rang their bell at a little past 7. It didn't take me long to realize that her husband Don was away on a business trip and it was just Melissa, the baby and I.
Melissa was radiant. A pretty woman anyway, she was still carrying extra weight which simply accentuated her curves. I remember how full and heavy her breasts were and that they would leak just a little bit when I cupped them in my hands. Melissa was from a Portuguese family and had a huge mane of dark curly wild hair. I loved to hold her and slowly slide my hands up her back, continue slowly up her neck and entwine my fingers, gripping and pulling on that hair, gently but insistently as we kissed. She seized my shoulders, jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her hips into mine, giving me a thrill right through my trousers. But she knew what she was doing. She had me captured and she was in control. I had to set her down and all she said was, "go down on me".
I set her on the chesterfield and had her jeans off in a flash. I really enjoy giving a woman pleasure and almost always take my time, licking and kissing tummy, thighs, mons and gentle flicks of the tongue from the base of the vagina slowly up to the clit, ... all with her underwear still on. Once Melissa's breath started to quicken, and her hands found the back of my head to increase the pressure of my face and tongue on her pussy, did I pull back to remove those panties. I was delighted to find Melissa had not shaved or even trimmed her pussy in some time. Her bush was now thick and beautiful. To make my arousal complete, she hadn't showered since early morning and had a strong musky woman smell and a taste I can never describe adequately. As I mentioned, I took my time and slowly brought her to orgasm, with my tongue and lips and finally aided by my chin as she got close to cumming and was very insistent on pushing her hips at my face. I stayed between her thighs, giving the occasional little lick, looking at her and telling her how beautiful she was as she enjoyed the afterglow of a nice orgasm. It wasn't long before she rose and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom where the baby was sleeping soundly in a crib next to the bed.
Seconds later my clothes were off and Melissa had most of my cock in her mouth and throat. I was rock hard and so turned on that my dick and balls seemed to be buzzing with pleasure. I still remember the feeling of her thick curly hair, spilled all over my belly and my thighs as she seemed to devour my cock. When she sensed I was on the edge of a huge explosion of cum, she grabbed my cock and quickly bent it down, over my balls to point at my feet. This instantly killed the orgasm I was about to have. She looked me in the eye and told me she was not about to waist my seed in her mouth, she wanted my cum deep inside her. She wanted another baby. I didn't really have much choice, I had a raging hard on that I could have beaten a burglar to death with and a beautiful curvy woman insisting I fuck her. Needless to say, I did not resist when she climbed on top of me, grabbed the base of my dick and slowly settled her pussy, down the length of my shaft. When I was as deep as my willy would go into her lovely pussy, Melissa let out a contented little sigh and began to grind her hips back and forth on mine, each time she moved up, my dick would bottom in her tunnel and as she slid down, my dick would push on her G spot. All the while, downward pressure to keep me fully buried in her pussy and pressure between her clit and my pelvis. If a man simply has to endure being fucked by a beautiful woman, this is how I would want to be raped.
This grinding didn't take long to make me get really close to cumming once again. Melissa was watching really closely and was trying to control the pace with her movements. As she sensed my cock preparing to cum, and heard my soft groan and whispered, "I am going to CUM" ... Melissa leaned back on my pelvis, driving my cock just a little deeper into her pussy, she reached back with her right hand to lightly scratch my very tight ball sack with the tips of her finger nails. The sensations coupled with the sight of her beautiful swinging breasts, her wild mass of black curly hair and her gaze, laser locked on my eyes, sent me into orbit. After the first or second jet of hot cum inside her, Melissa began to moan and grind harder and faster. I was convinced that our noises would wake the baby but somehow we didn't.
As soon as I stopped quivering inside her, Melissa got off me and did the strangest thing. She laid on her back at the head of the bed and put her legs and feet in the air and rested them high up on the bedroom wall. As I looked at her puzzled, she said, "it's mine now, you shot that cum in me and I am not going to waist it. We laid that way for quite a while, enjoying the post fucking warmth and intimacy, looking into each other's eyes until I had to laugh. As nice as it was, we were facing opposite ways! She made a noise, rolled out of her position and proceeded to lick all of her juices off of my cock and balls. Once satisfied, she told me to shower while she made us something to eat.
It sure didn't take long for Melissa to get pregnant again. In fact, she had missed her first period just the week before she came back from parental leave. Can you imaging how the team in the office reacted , two or three months later when Melissa informed them at our weekly staff meeting that she was pregnant again? There was joy and tears and congratulations all around save for one or two women. Colette was not pleased about having another year of additional work to share and Elaine was too new with the team to really engage. But strangely, Catherine, our fiery little French Canadian, just sat there quietly, crying.
More later,
David
Sharing my experiences with a follower, now you too.
I have read your profile and am not completely sure why you might have selected me to follow. I don't think we really share any of the same interests other than making love to women in general. I thought I might write to you in order to share an experience I actually had that you might find interesting. I was, for many years, the National Director of Sales for a large multinational corporation. I only had a half dozen or so direct reports but they in turn had a few score people reporting to them. I was responsible for about 45 people all told.
In terms of sales results, my success was tied directly to my department's success so that I spent a great deal of time when not traveling the continent, with my inside sales team. The team was made up, for the most part, of young professional women, mostly married. You can imagine, in this sometimes competitive atmosphere, that tempers got short and cliques would form, ill will, arguments and nastiness between colleagues frequent. The situation got so bad, I had to let their manager go and I assumed responsibility for this team of 8 women personally.
I knew from the start that a traditional leader/employee role was not going to work. I knew I had to generate trust on this team, not simply trust of me but trust between co-workers. I won't bore you with the methods I used but will simply tell you that the results were spectacular. The turn around in business results was amazing and every member of the team, myself included, made astonishing amounts of commission. This team was the envy of other departments and I had many internal requests to join that team.
I was not the typical leader who told my staff, "my door is always open". I didn't have to. Because I was open and honest with these ladies, they were surprisingly open with me. I considered it unusual if at least one of these ladies did not stop by my office in the evening before I left for home. Business worries, sometimes chatting about their friends, often about their husbands or marriages. Most of the time I would only have to listen and happily so because they would share the most incredible details of their lives with me, (possibly because I was careful never to judge).
The story really begins however with Melissa. She was then a 35 year old woman, married with no kids. A great person and a talented sales person. Unfortunately she was having marital problems because they were trying to have kids for years but just couldn't. At 35 she and her husband sensed time was running out but "Don" was not willing to investigate fertility healthcare. He owned a construction company, was hugely muscled, 6 foot 4 and had huge tattooed arms. Melissa was at wit's end. She ended up in tears, in my office on several occasions.
It was at this point that I made an incredibly stupid mistake. I confessed that I wasn't sure that I understood the depths of her distressed feelings because my missus and I were so fertile, we got pregnant within one month of stopping birth control, for both of my kids. I only mentioned this to Melissa in order to suggest that she seek out professional mental health assistance. I am such an idiot that I did not see what was coming next.
This exchange took place in my office, on the executive floor of our offices, at about 7:30 in the evening. I was deserted, save for Melissa and I. She got up and came round my desk and dropped to her knees at my feet. She was crying softly as she reached to unfasten my trousers. I said no, and went to push her hands away and stand up. Her crying intensified to the point I was concerned that anyone else on the floor would overhear. I was trapped.
Long story short, Melissa did unfasten my trousers and gave me the gentlest blow job, right there behind my desk. Once I was rock hard, she stood, pulled up her skirt, off came the tights and panties and she climbed on my desk, opened her legs and asked me again, tears in her eyes, to help her.
At this point I was too far gone and I complied. I won't tell you everything, frankly much of it is a blur, but there was much oral sex and lots of fucking in different positions after my office door was locked and the lights turned out. In the end, that first time, I shot a huge load of cum, deep into her pussy as she was cumming too. It was 9 PM by this time and we were lit only by the lights of the of the city outside. She and I stayed in this position, her on her back, on my desk, legs raised to my shoulders and I still inside her, for what seemed a very long time. As my cock softened and I finally slipped out, she got up and kissed me before licking my cock clean and wiping up the spilled cum from my desk.
We fucked like mad animals every couple of weeks for what seemed like six months. Sometimes in my office, sometimes in a hotel room and a couple of times in the back of my Cadillac SUV. It wasn't until I noticed her belly bump that she confessed she had gotten pregnant in the second month we were fucking. I didn't mind. It was really great sex with a very sexy woman.
Were things get weird though, happens about seven months after my first encounter with Melissa. That was Catherine, I will never be able to forget Catherine. But that's another story. let me know if you want to hear it.
Hope this wasn't too boring, as real life can often be.
Warm regards,
David
Most photographers and photo editors miss the point!
I don't know about any of the reasons others visit Imagefap so often but I come here to find images of sexy women to look at while I masturbate. That is the whole point of having a model pose in the nude and reveal of of her physical beauty. The following aspects should be taken into consideration when creating the perfect photo essay for me to masturbate to.
1) the final photos should be arranged in a logical order, a progression if you will, so that the entire series might represent a complete sexual encounter, from...
2) start, (first meeting while fully clothed)
3) to foreplay, (the undressing for instance),
4) the sex act, (perhaps POV type photos of the model getting and giving oral sex)
5) for goodness sake's, ask the model to look at the camera, (me), some of the time
6) ask the model to smile while making eye contact so that I am attracted to the model - and don't be afraid to use close ups of the face
7) photos are much more exciting when the model shows secondary sexual signs of real excitement, (erect nipples, blushing on the face, ears and chest and engorged labia).
8) This and the last point are the most important of all for the success of a photo series. You simply must have a money shot near the end that I am most likely to use to climax. For me that usually means a full shot of the model that includes the models face and entire body including the pussy. What makes this shot generally good are the elements I have already suggested, eye contact, expression of sexual excitement or at least a smile, nipples erect, labia engorged.
9) What would make a money shot KILLER - and I have never seen this, would be to have all of the elements in the previous points present PLUS having the model beckoning to the viewer, (me) with outstretched hands or arms - saying to the viewer, "now it is time to come fuck me, ... come fuck me hard"
I think most amateurs could benefit from these concepts even if they are not into the same things as me. Just listen to your inner voice and try to tell a story that some one can masturbate to, with a money shot that will make your viewers want to cum.
