I like taking kinky photos of myself. It turns me on when I expose myself in alluring underwear and pose. Sure, a naked chick is much more appealing, but what turned me on the most about taking pics was how to reconcile eroticism with subtlety. That is why I invented various outfits for myself – more or less provocative. Once, under the influence of an erotic story, I disguised myself as a schoolgirl. Short mini skirt, white, unbuttoned blouse and knee-high socks. Plus, sharp makeup. The effect was overwhelming. I was even wondering whether I should upload these photos to some free galleries, but I was afraid that if someone from work accidentally found these photos, I would be finished.
I used to work as a bank specialist and my boss, a blonde man in his late 40s, was very conservative. More than once or twice, I have heard him having a discussion with my colleagues from the department, openly criticizing any porn, sex stories or erotic photos. I didn’t want to imagine his reaction if he accidentally found photos of one of his employees. Due to his orthodox views, we joked more than once that maybe he is not just into naked girls and plays in the second tier. However, as you know, we tried not to hear such a remarks.
That day I wanted to do a small photo session again, especially since I found a website where you could upload your photos and the program automatically “blurred” your face. I was in a pretty “fucking” mood, so I put on some heavy make-up, wore fishnet stockings and black high
heels. Disguised and ready to play, I set the camera on a tripod and started taking sexy pics. With each photo taken, I was getting more and more excited, so at one point I took the vibrator out of the nightstand and put it in my pussy. I started to pose and at the same time satisfy myself. As I felt I am
about to cum I stopped playing and took the vibrator out of my pussy. I didn’t want to finish just yet
– I wanted to have more fun when I sent the pictures.
I took the camera and connected it to my laptop. As I took the photos, I saw that I had an unread email from my boss. He recalled a meeting with a key client scheduled for tomorrow morning and asked for a presentation. Instinctively, I wrote back and attached the file. I sent a message and took care of the pics. I was distracted from work by the sound of the telephone.
– Yes, I’m listening? – I answered, not even looking at the display.
– If you plan such a presentation for tomorrow, I suspect that the clients will be ours. I heard the boss’s voice, unnaturally low and hoarse. I could also hear his rapid breathing.
– I’m glad that you enjoyed that. – I smiled under my breath.
– I have no doubt …well, Julia, I never thought that you had such a talent … – his breathing quickened, and I frowned. There was something wrong here. When I was about to ask what was going on, my eyes caught the e-mail, or more precisely – the sent folder. I felt my heart up in my throat. Attached to the email was a photo of me with my butt out towards the camera. Not only that, but a vibrator also sticking out of my pussy.
“Boss, I … sorry, this is … a mistake …” I started to stutter.
– Ah, yes? I must tell you that even on an internet, erotic photos are less… tempting. – His breathing became jerky, and I heard shuffling in the background. It occurred to me that my boss was just jerking off. The unfinished caresses of the pussy reminded me with redoubled strength. Although the situation was bizarre, I reached for the vibrator and put it in my pussy. I switched the phone to speakers and started rubbing my clitoris with my other hand.
– I’m glad that the boss liked them … – I muttered like a kitten, which must have additionally intensified his experience, because he began to gasp harder.
– Oh, you don’t even know how much … really, such an appetizing pussy is wasted with a vibrator …
– You say? – I bit my lip sharply, feeling the approaching orgasm.
– Yeah … I’d like to put it inside you now and show that a real dick is much better … you like it from behind, right?
– I love…
– You would feel me pushing you until I finally cum on your saucy lips … – the last sentence must have additionally turned him on, because I heard a loud grunt. On my own, with the remnant of my consciousness, I noticed that he had hung up. When I cooled down after orgasm, I found an SMS from my boss on my phone: “Tomorrow after the meeting, we will test a few variants of … a presentation.”