This story started with Andy's request for a story about his wife Sally with black men. He sent photos of Sally which you can see in the Sally gallery in the Pussy folder.

He led her around the corner to a set like the living room in a typical suburban house. From another direction, two other ladies appeared with racks full of clothes. Sally was delighted and immediately the clothes chatter arose, which is why Sally missed the entrance of the camera crew. It wasn't until some of the bright lights came on that she realized they were there, and they were black.

Griff arrived with more black crew members and began to set the scene. He approved a simple white combo for Sally, and she looked around for a place to change.

Griff stared at her, eyebrows raised in question. "I.. I ... Where's the change room?" she blurted out. In her mind, a model must have a dressing room.

He chuckled. "We can't afford dressing rooms, Sally. As you know, we can't pay you much, but it's a start for both of us, and if things go well, I guess we will see, won't we?"

"Sssoo," Sally blurted looking around at the other women and getting only sympathetic smiles, as though Sally was getting weird. "I can't change right here. Everyone will see me naked!" she cried in some distress.

Griff came to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "It's OK, Sally. Really. These folks are all professionals and have seen it before. They have a job to do and so do you. So let's get the underwear on and the shoot under way. Time is money, people."

This urgency in his voice found an audience who then stared at Sally who was still in her street clothes. She muttered "just for a start" to herself as she disrobed, sliding her bra from her shoulders artfully and quickly snatching up the black lace number for the shoot, settling the cups in place on her ample boobs.

The panties were difficult for her. She was so nervous with everyone looking that she stumbled out of her panties and half fell forward, catching herself on the edge of a coffee table and reeling backwards, to the delight of the crew who got a clear view of her ample pussy mound with its triangle of dark auburn hair. Griff thought to himself, "That hair will have to go. It's not industry standard for porn." 

Things settled down for Sally. Each new lingerie set seemed to inspire her as she posed for Griff and the camera crew. She hardly noticed that the undergarments became more and more revealing. Finally, they handed her another set in black silk with odd flaps sewn over the nipples and crotch.

As Griff directed her, she lounged on the sofa in the fake living room and twisted and turned for poses while the cameras flashed.

Griff waved to her. "Can you sit up a bit, love? That's cool." More camera flashes. "Now Sally, can you see the black flaps on your bra? Yes? Good. Just pull them down for the next set of pics."

To Sally's shock, the flaps had covered her nipples, which were now naked. And the cameras were already flashing. "Steady, girl" she told herself. "It's just for a start."

But more was to come. Griff pretended to speak sharply to a crew member and turned suddenly on Sally. "C'mon now, Sally. It's getting late. The other flap, please. The crew are waiting."

The other flap she was sure covered her pussy, and down it would have to come. She had no time to think or react, other than to follow directions. Down came the flap and flash went the cameras. Sally's pussy was now on record as the men in the crew hid their smiles.

As the camera crew and costume girls began to pack up, Sally approached Griff. "How did I do? I felt so self-conscious, especially at the end there. I'm glad Marg and Marie are here to help with the clothes."

"Sure, sugar. They are a good crew and they loved you. You know, Joey over there said that you're a natural, and I agree. You have a natural freshness, an outgoing friendliness, and wicked sense of humor. And you have a tanned and fit body. You would do well as a nude model. Did you know that Andy sent me a nude photo in that batch of promotional photos he sent with you?"

Sally stared at the photo. She was nude on the beach during their summer vacation. Then she stared at Griff. She thought about his offer and almost walked away, but she really wanted to establish herself as a model, so she stood silent, torn, not knowing what to do. Griff patted her shoulder to reassure her. "It's OK, Sally. It's no big deal. Lots of models do nudes. Marg and Marie are both nude models, right girls?"

Both nodded. Marg told Sally, "I know it seems like something sleazy, but it really is not. It is more like the boudoir photos people like to take privately or the old publicity photos of New Orleans hookers. There is a good market for nudes, and it pays ten times a regular shoot."

Ten times. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean vacation she wanted to book, all possible if she took off her clothes. Well, just this once, she thought. She shivered with sexual energy at the thought what she was about to do.