Jo arrived just before six. She was glowing; we shared a loving kiss in the hallway. Jo broke away and said, “Barry, all I’ve thought about today is your monster cock. Let’s play a little before we do the shoot. Has Cathy been in touch?”

I didn’t know how to reply, so I kept it vague and said, “She’s made contact, she wants an interview, but I’m not sure of the time she wants. Once I know whether I’m available, I’ll let her know.”

“If she’s half as good as you, she’ll be an outstanding model. What’s her boyfriend saying about her modelling, or hasn’t she told him? Jo strip for me and let’s go into the lounge.”

As Jo stripped, she said, “Paul, her boyfriend, works in his father’s construction business. Cathy can’t wear heels when she’s out with him; she’s an inch taller when they stand in their stocking soles. I’ve got some pictures on my camera.”

Jo then showed me several pictures of Cathy and Paul. Paul was a lucky guy to have a girlfriend as good-looking as Cathy. Cathy’s figure would stiffen any guy’s cock. 

Jo said, “Paul’s got a Mercedes sports car; when they go out for a meal, he leaves his personality parked outside the restaurant.”

“I think Cathy is using him to be taken to pleasant restaurants; she’s on the pill, but I think he’s useless in bed. When they use her bedroom five minutes later, it’s all over.

” 

“My pussy is nice and wet for you, Barry. Just looking at your cock makes me wet..” 

I gave Jo two orgasms before we started the shoot. We showered together, and then as I was preparing for the shoot and Jo was putting on the lingerie I’d left out for her. 

I said, “Jo, I’ve taken some boudoir lingerie pictures, and I need models for it. I’d love it if you were one of my mature models. Are you interested? The envelope on the table is for last night’s shoot and tonight’s. Anything you model tonight is yours to take home.” 

Jo was interested in the envelope. Including tonight, Jo will have modelled for four hours. I’d left two hundred pounds in the envelope; fifty pounds per hour was big money for a lingerie shoot. Jo looked in the envelope and said, “Barry, it’s too much; you’re spoiling me. I’d do it for nothing for you.” 

We kissed, and I said, “I want to spoil you. Let’s get on with the shoot. I want to get tonight’s pictures edited and sent off tonight.” 

The shoot was excellent; the pictures I took of Jo were incredible. Everything was perfect. I showed Jo the unedited pictures; she thought they were fantastic and asked me to send her the edited versions when I was finished. 

We went to bed for a quickie as Jo wanted to get home. As we lay in bed, we had some pillow talk. Jo said, “Barry, are you busy? When can I see you again?” 

“Jo, I’ve got a lot of work coming up; the boudoir lingerie modelling is going to be good. I need to find models of every race and colour; they want me to be a photographer for the world.”

“The models will have to be from this city, and I’ll need to put adverts on a lot of supermarkets’ notice boards. I need to get Muslim models as long as they’re tall, good-looking, with curvy bodies and big breasts.

“I’ll train them how to model; you’re one of my boudoir lingerie models. Jo, I’ll try to see you as often as I’m not in a position to offer you exclusive rights to me, but I’ll be there for you sexually any time you need me. Is that okay with you?” 

Jo pulled me close, we kissed so lovingly, then she broke away and said, “I’ve no problem with that, Barry; two or three times a week would be good for me. I may help the Muslim women. “

“Dr Pasha is a Turkish Muslim doctor. We have several big, busted and attractive Muslim patients. I don’t think that they’ll be into boudoir lingerie, but I’ll ask Dr Pasha; she’s open-minded and was widowed two years ago.” 

“Jo, from what I hear, the market is enormous in Muslim countries; a lot goes on behind closed doors. Let’s keep in touch, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.” 

Jo left, I poured a glass of wine and started editing her pictures. An hour later, they were finished; every picture was perfect. Jo was an ideal mature model.

I emailed them to Mr Wang and Jo. My message to Jo read, “Jo, thank you; you were a perfect model tonight, as these pictures show. I loved making love to you tonight. When we’re together, we make love. I haven’t fucked you once. Keep in touch, love, Barry xx.” 

Five minutes later, Jo replied, “Barry, I don’t believe how good these pictures are; you’re a very talented young man. I forgot to bring lube tonight. I’ll bring it next time.

“My pussy is still twitching as I lie in bed. Barry, if I can help you with any of your work, let me know and I’ll be there for you. All my love, Jo xx.” 

I’d forgotten about the lube; I had the feeling that Jo would give great anal. I set up and printed out my boudoir lingerie model advert, stating I was looking for tall, attractive, full-busted models from all ethnicities for modelling. 

They required no prior experience, as training would be provided on the job. I fell asleep wondering what sort of reaction I would get. 

The next morning, I was up early, showered, shaved, and had breakfast; then I went to the supermarket where I’d placed my first ads. I replaced all my telephone numbers in every supermarket and added my adverts to three more.

Just before nine, I messaged Cathy: “Good morning, Cathy, eleven is good for me. The shoot will take a couple of hours this morning. Is that okay with you? Regards, Barry.” 

Five minutes later, Cathy replied, “Good morning, Barry. My lecture this morning has been cancelled so that I can come now. My following lecture is at two this afternoon, which gives us plenty of time.

“Mum showed me the pictures you took of her last night; they are first class. She looks stunning and sexy. She asked if I’d contacted you. I told her I had, but we hadn’t fixed a date. 

“She also told me to shave my pussy before I went for an interview. I’m smooth now. Do you want me to come now? Regards, Cathy.” 

I had an email, not from Mr Wang but from Suzy Wang; it read, “Hi Barry, I’m Mr Wang’s personal assistant. Mr Wang has asked me to thank you for the beautiful pictures you have sent.

“He says that they’re of the same quality you would find in Playboy. We haven’t published the spring collection as yet. Is it possible you could find another five models in the next two weeks, as Mr Wang would prefer your pictures in the spring collection?

“We will add clothing to our summer collection, which will be of the highest quality and aimed at professional women who enjoy wearing lingerie. I see you will receive the boudoir lingerie collection tomorrow.

“The Muslim market is enormous. Is it possible for you to have your Muslim models wear a burka, then strip to reveal the boudoir lingerie?

“If you could try using a video camera, then it could be cut and edited to show the many options that can be worn under the burka? I look forward to hearing from you. Kind regards, Suzy Wang.” 

I replied to Cathy, “Super, Cathy, now is good for me. I need you to model for the spring collection. We should finish around twelve. I won’t rush things, and you’ll be paid for this shoot. Kind regards, Barry.” 

I was under pressure now; how was I going to get four other models and take all the pictures in two weeks? I arranged the lingerie that Cathy would wear; I had teddies, basques, and bodysuits laid out.

My doorbell rang; Cathy had arrived. I opened the door to find a beautiful, voluptuous young woman. I invited her in and spent forty minutes showing her Charlie’s lingerie poses.

Cathy absorbed everything; she was intelligent. I used the same line I’d used with her mum; I wanted to take nude pictures of her so I’d know which parts of her body I could highlight. 

Cathy had no problem with this. She stripped, and I told her she had a beautiful body, which was an understatement. She was so natural and so lovely. I took around forty pictures, then showed them on the screen, and she quickly grasped what I was trying to do. 

I then started with the teddies, basques, and bodysuits; her massive breasts were spilling out and looked unbelievable. I gave her confidence at every opportunity.

“Smile, let me see your beautiful teeth. Look directly into the lens; that’s perfect. Push your pussy against the bodysuit; we need to see your stunning camel’s toe.” 

I respected all aspects of beauty, complimenting my models on their appearance, which gave them confidence, and their confidence gave me incredible pictures. 

I soon sensed that as Cathy posed, it aroused her. We were now onto the bra and panties; another half hour and this shoot would be over. The pictures I’d taken were excellent. 

I smiled at Cathy. She looked stunning in a quarter-cup bra, her massive breasts spilling out beautifully. “That’s the shoot over. I’ve taken some magnificent pictures; would you like me to email them to you?” 

“Barry, I’d love to watch you edit them. I’ve got a bit of time.” 

“No problem, you sit in front of this screen. You’ll see the unedited picture, then the edited picture. Cathy, this could take a while, and I promised the lingerie manufacturer that they’d have the pictures today. Let’s get started.” 

Cathy hadn’t changed. She was still wearing the quarter-cup bra and G-string that showed her camel toe perfectly. I did five pictures that impressed her.

“Barry, it’s amazing what you’re doing. These pictures are incredible. You’ve done the same to me as you did with Mum. You’ve made us both look beautiful and so sexy. Do you want me to model for you again?” 

“Cathy, I want you here tomorrow. I’ll let you know the time when the garments arrive for the boudoir lingerie collection. You have been modelling for just under four hours. I’ll pay you for this now.

“I’ll be using you a lot now. I’m also looking for other models; they must be tall, with curves and big busts. If they are dark-skinned, then I need them too.” 

I gave Cathy one hundred pounds. She was over the moon. “Barry, let me think about the models. Thank you so much for this. I felt so comfortable during the shoot. You are a talented man; you’re so professional. Let me know if you need me tomorrow. Are you married?” 

I wondered why she was asking me if I was married. She had just taken off her G-string, and her bra was on the table; her thick pussy lips were glistening.

I replied, “I’m married to my business; the last three years have been tough, but we are now seeing light at the end of the tunnel. All the lingerie you modelled is now yours. I can give you a bag if you need one. Are you dating anyone?” 

I wondered how she would reply, knowing what Jo thought about her boyfriend. She smiled and said, “I’m seeing a guy now and again as a relationship, although I don’t see it going anywhere. I hope I see you tomorrow. Please send me the edited pictures.” 

A couple of hours later, I sent Suzy the edited pictures. Ten minutes later, Suzy replied, “Dear Barry, those pictures are excellent. Today I sent more samples of the Spring collection, you’ll have them in two days. If any of your models don’t want their pictures shown in their area, then we have a filter.

“If you give me their postcode, we can arrange that the pictures are not shown within a hundred-mile radius of their postcode. Kind regards, Suzy.” 

I received an email from a twenty-one-year-old student studying languages, who plans to become a French and German teacher upon graduation.

She had seen my advert in the supermarket and was interested in the Boudoir Lingerie modelling. She was living in the University student accommodation and wanted to know whether it was possible to disguise her face so she wouldn’t be instantly recognisable. 

She was tall, with blonde hair and a voluptuous body. I liked the pictures she sent. Her email address was a made-up one to conceal her true identity.

She told me her name was Joy. I replied, saying I’d be interested in meeting her and suggested she could wear glasses during the shoot.

I could also edit her pictures to make her less recognisable. I also told her about the hundred-mile postcode filter. I also asked her to call me to arrange a suitable time for a meeting. 

While I was replying to Joy, I received another response regarding the Boudoir Lingerie modelling opportunity. The response came from Ava, a thirty-one-year-old Iranian widow who worked as a kindergarten teacher.

The interesting thing about Ava was that she was 5’10” tall and weighed 150 pounds; she was a 36FF cup. She had no children but had suffered two miscarriages.

Ava had sent several pictures of her wearing a burka, her face completely covered. It was a tight-fitting burka; her massive breasts looked incredible.

She also sent several pictures of herself in a bra and panties, showcasing her fantastic body, which made her ideal for lingerie modelling.

She was wearing the burka face covering. I could understand this, as she was replying to a supermarket advertisement, though if she had checked my website, she would have realised I was a professional photographer. 

She also included a passport-style selfie; Ava had a beautiful face. She wrote she had no modelling experience, though she’d had to pose naked for her husband to arouse him. 

She also mentioned that she’d researched the rate for lingerie models, and twenty pounds per hour seemed reasonable for her.

After reviewing her pictures, I realised she’d be more suited to twenty-five per hour. I asked her to call me to arrange a suitable time for an interview. 

The next morning at ten past eight, Suzy’s package arrived. I was amazed at how erotic some garments were. Some bras were just a harness, leaving the breasts and pussy exposed.

I felt my cock stiffen as I thought of Jo and Cathy posing in these very sexy garments. 

It took me a while to sort and arrange the boudoir lingerie. By then, it was eleven, and I hadn’t had breakfast. I messaged Jo to ask if she could come tonight for the Boudoir Lingerie modelling.

She replied that she had a meeting with her boss, Dr Fatma Pasha, to discuss recent changes at the Clinic, and afterwards they would go to the Taj Mahal for an Indian meal. Jo wrote three times that she was sorry she couldn’t make it.

I then messaged Cathy; it was her boyfriend’s mother’s birthday, and they were going out for dinner, but she might be free tomorrow night. I let it go because I wanted Jo tomorrow night and told Cathy I’d get her the following night. 

At twelve, I got a call from Ava. She sounded nice on the phone. She said, “Hi Barry, is today good for you, as I can be with you at two this afternoon?“

I replied, “Two is good for me, Ava. I’ve one thing to ask apart from the hair on your head, would it be better if you had no hair on your body below your head?“

Ava laughed and said, “Barry, no problem. My kitty is smooth, and I prefer it that way as it makes it so much more sensitive. 

“I’m a pretty talented seamstress, and I’ve made a burka that covers my head and face with a mesh screen for my eyes. I can wear that if you want to take any naughty boudoir lingerie pictures of me? “

I replied, “Ava, that could be interesting. I look forward to seeing you at two.“

Ava arrived at two. She was a stunning Persian goddess; her height and curves were so pleasing to the eye, and I knew as soon as I saw her, she’d be a perfect model.

We shook hands, and I led her into the studio with the big monitors so I could show her Charlie’s pictures.

I explained the pictures and said, “Looking at these pictures will help you, though today you’ll need to be a little more erotic as the shoot today is boudoir lingerie. Are you a little nervous? “

She smiled, her teeth were beautiful, she said, “I am a little, I had to do a lot of intimate poses for my husband, I’ll pretend it’s him that’s taking the pictures, would you like me to be naked now? I will listen carefully to all your instructions.“

I felt Ava was under a lot of stress, so I replied, “Would you like a glass of wine, which will relax you? It’s better if you’re naked, my eyes will see poses. “

“I’d love a glass of dry white wine.“

I poured two glasses; Ava was now sitting naked on the chair as I explained Charlie’s poses. Her breasts were massive, her skin was a beautiful brown tone, and her huge nipples were dark brown.

As she spread her legs a little to see a pose, I noticed her thick cunt flaps were moist, and the insides of her flaps were a gorgeous pink.

Ava asked a couple of relevant questions about posing. I replied, “Ava, our job today is to take pictures that will sell lingerie. With your gorgeous body and my talent as a photographer, we can do it.

“I’ll give you a harness with no cups and a crotchless gusset. Please put on a full burka. I’ll take some pictures, push your beautiful big meaty breasts out for me, then take off your burka and put on the head and face burka. 

“Then we’ll take a lot of naughty pictures, trust me, you have the body, we’ll have a great shoot. “

That was the start. Ava was relaxed; her heart was certainly in it. I got two exceptional pictures of the full burka. Ava’s massive breasts looked incredible.

Her swollen vulva looked fabulous with her thick, long labia.

I said, “Ava, run your fingers up and down your thick cunt flaps. I want them to glisten, spread some of your cunt juice on your beautiful cunt lips; that’s beautiful. How wet is your cunt? “

Ava slipped two fingers deep inside her gorgeous cunt. She brought them out, her fingers glistening with her cum, Ava said, “I’m soaked; I’m glad that I’m not wearing any panties. “

I was in control now, I said, “Ava, your nipples are dry, use the cum on your fingers as a moisturiser and coat your nipples with as much of your cum as you can, when you think that they’re moist enough, lick your fingers clean and push your tits out so I can take some pictures. “

Ava was fantastic. She did exactly as I asked her. Ava was turning into a beautiful woman. There was still an excess of cum on her big, hard nipples. I put my camera down, and as I took her right nipple into my mouth. 

I said, “Ava, you’re fantastic; let me give your nipples a final polish.“

Ava gasped as I started sucking her nipples. As I slid my hand down, I found her hot cunt; I slipped two fingers deep inside her; she was wet and tight. I could feel her cunt muscles tighten around my fingers. I came off her nipple now. 

I said, “Ava, you’ve a lovely tight cunt. Would you like another finger? “

“Barry, yes please, but keep sucking my nipples, fuck, you’ll make me cum.“

“Ava, when were you last fucked?“

“Seven years ago, my husband was incapable of performing; he enjoyed watching me play with myself. 

“It’s been a tough seven years. He died three years ago. I didn’t have the confidence to do anything about it. Barry, you make me feel like a woman again.“

I took her hand and placed it on the massive bulge in my trousers. I said, “Ava, this is better than fingers. Are you on the Pill?“

As she stroked my cock, she said, “I am not on the pill. Before my husband died, he suggested that he’d bring a man around as he wanted to watch me being fucked. “ 

“It didn’t happen, but I got some morning-after pills in case it did. I’ve got them with me, I’ll go on the Pill for you, Barry. “

Ava knelt in front of me. It took no time for her to get my cock out, as she gobbled me, I stripped naked; she was good as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth.

She was stimulating my heavy balls; I felt her relax her throat muscles as she deep-throated me. If I’d left her, she would have sucked me off so easily.

I didn’t want to take her into the bedroom as we still had so many pictures to take to finish the shoot. I took her to my desk, and she bent over. I went behind her and slid my massive cock inside her dripping cunt doggy style.

She was so wet she took my full length easily; Ava was a great ride; she was tight and knew when to use her strong cunt muscles.

I soon had a powerful rhythm going; everything was excellent. I felt Ava twitch twice; she was loving my cock, and I was loving her cunt. Fifteen minutes later, we both climaxed within seconds of each other.

I pumped all my creamy spunk deep inside her cunt. It took Ava a while to compose herself. I pulled out and turned her around, and we kissed so passionately for a couple of minutes.

I broke free and said, “Ava, I’ve one regret, and that is we didn’t kiss before we did this, but we’ll be doing a lot of kissing in the future. Do you want to use the bidet in the bathroom to freshen up for the rest of the shoot?“

I went into the bathroom with Ava; she sat on the bidet as I washed and rinsed her gorgeous cunt, then she did the same to my cock.

The boudoir lingerie pictures were incredible; they bordered on the erotic. One thing was sure: Suzy would love them, and they would sell a lot of lingerie.

During the shoot, I told Ava about the Spring collection, which I’d have in a couple of days. I also told her she’d be one of my principal models, as she was a natural.

She kissed me so lovingly when I said that. We had now finished the shoot, and Ava had to go as she was altering one of her colleagues’ clothing. 

We shared a passionate kiss before she left. I promised to let her know as soon as the Spring collection lingerie arrived. I also paid her £30 per hour for four hours, which made Ava happy.

I then edited Ava’s pictures; they were incredible, and they would sell lingerie. I emailed them to Suzy. 

It was now 7:20 pm, and my phone beeped. Jo had messaged me, it read, “Hi Barry, hope you’ve had a good day, we are on our way to the Taj Mahal, I’ve mentioned to Fatma that you’re looking for big-busted Muslim ladies to model lingerie for you.

“Fatma is big-busted, Turkish, Muslim and could be interested. Would you like to join us for dinner at the Taj Mahal? Fatma is in the shower, so we won’t be there for twenty minutes. I hope you can make it, as I’d be happy to come home with you afterwards. Love, Jo xx.“

The Taj Mahal was a minute’s walk from me, and the food was excellent; I messaged Jo back to tell her I’d meet them there.

Suzy replied to me, “Barry, what an excellent idea. The pictures and the model are incredible, looking forward to more pictures, Suzy. “

I tidied the bedroom now, knowing Jo would be in it tonight. I made my way to the restaurant, where I saw Jo and a tall, voluptuous, dark-skinned woman approaching me.

Fatma looked stunning, and Jo was radiant. Jo then kissed me lovingly on the tongue before introducing me to Fatma.

Fatma gave me a firm handshake and a lovely smile. Her teeth were perfect. I held the door open for them, Jo said, “There’s Cathy. That’s a coincidence that the two of us are in the same restaurant on a night out. Hi Cathy, what a surprise seeing you here!“

I took it in quickly. Cathy’s breasts looked amazing. She was wearing a quarter-cup bra from the previous day. She was sitting with her boyfriend, Paul, and his family. There was an expensive Mercedes outside, which I took to be his father’s.

Paul and his father were not tall. Still, his mum was tall and voluptuous; she looked Italian with her black hair and beautiful dark skin.

Jo broke the ice and said, “Hello Paul, let me introduce myself. I’m Cathy’s mum, Jo, this is Dr Fatma Pasha, and this is a friend, Barry Cooper. “

Paul’s mum stood up, shook Jo’s hand and said, “Pleased to meet you, Jo. I’m Di, this is my husband, Peter. What are the chances of our first meeting happening like this?

“We are out to celebrate my birthday, which is today. Sadly, Peter and Paul are on the last shuttle to London, and they must leave soon. “

Cathy impressed me with her discretion. She stood up, shook my hand and said, “Pleased to meet you, Barry. I’m Cathy, Jo’s daughter. “ 

The suggestive way she squeezed my hand told me a lot. A waiter arrived and offered us the table beside Cathy. I sat down facing both Cathy and Di. Cathy winked at me, and I winked back. 

I said to Fatma, “The meal tonight is on me. I owe Jo a great deal, and this is a lovely way for me to express my gratitude. “

I remembered that the house Champagne was excellent in the restaurant, so I ordered a bottle for us and another for Di to celebrate her birthday.

Di looked so surprised when the waiter presented her with the bottle of Champagne.

Peter had just paid their bill, and Di said, “Peter, you and Paul go to the airport now, and Cathy and I will chat with Jo and her friends. Thank you for the lovely birthday gift and the gorgeous meal. Message me when you get to your hotel. “

Peter and Paul then left. What struck me was that neither Peter nor Paul gave Di a farewell kiss on her birthday, which suggested to me that Peter and Di’s marriage was not on solid ground.

The evening turned out to be a great one; we all chatted freely. Di shared her story with us, revealing that she had married at eighteen.

She had had a whirlwind romance with Paul, fifteen years her senior. Paul was now twenty-three. I was sure that Di was a beautiful teenager. Her figure today was terrific. 

Jo realised she was not coming home with me tonight. I was thankful to have met Fatma; I was sure she’d model for me.

I also had a good feeling about Di. Several times during the meal, she had pushed out her massive breasts for me.

When the meal finished, it was time to go home. Di had ordered a taxi. She would drop Fatma, Jo and Cathy off.

I gave Fatma, Di and Cathy my business cards. I knew I would see Cathy in two days. Who would contact me first, Fatma or Di?