Thursday, 17 April 2014

Two new models at the Photography Group

We've been very lucky so far this year (and it's only April!) with some great models gracing the club.  This is Gracie and Val and they were great - good fun, professional and elegant.

Great sessions and thanks to both ladies for allowing me to post these pictures here.




Thursday, 10 April 2014

I wank - and Rachel watches

This is the companion entry to me watching Rachel wank (which, if you're interested, can be found here).

Rachel was so taken with me watching her wank that I quickly realised her promise to watch me had been serious and not just something uttered in an orgasmic afterglow.  We arranged it for a week or so after and she asked me if there was anything I wanted her to do.

I thought about it for a while.  “Yes, if you don’t mind, could you wear a dress with a deep cleavage in it?”

“What for?”

“Because I told you a story, I got you hot, but blokes are more, well…”

“Visual,” she said and laughed.  “Okay, I have just the dress.”

So it was that she came to mine on the Friday night and we had a drink and a laugh, each of us knowing what the other was thinking.  Finally, after we’d drunk most of a bottle, she lowered her voice, gave me a killer smile and asked if I was ready.  She was wearing a light summer dress, bright and airy, that came above her knees and plunged at the neck, with a line of buttons running to the waist.  As she leaned towards me, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage, I was ready.

“Stand up,” she said firmly, smiling slightly.  Rachel stayed sitting in the chair and as I stood in front of her I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans. She looked at my groin and nodded at the tent my cock was making.

“Hmmm,” she said, “looks like my cleavage is turning you on.”  She pursed her lips and looked down at the V of her dress. She undid the top button and spread the opening for me. The view I got of her beautiful tits cupped in a white push-up bra made me completely hard.

“God Rachel, you’re gorgeous,” I said, “you’re making me so hard.”

“Then you’ll be more comfortable without this,” she said, tapping my t-shirt and then she tapped my jeans, “and these.”

I quickly pulled my t-shirt off and slid my jeans down and off my legs until I was standing in front of her wearing only my boxers, my cock straining against the fabric.

Rachel sat back in the chair and crossed her legs. “Lay on the floor,” she said “and start rubbing yourself through your boxers.”

I did, closing my eyes whilst I softly stroked the length of my cock through the fabric.  When I opened them again, she was smiling at me.  “That’s so fucking hot,” she said, “keep going.”

I slid my boxers off slowly and looked at my hard on, pointing at me, then at Rachel.  She was staring intently at my cock.  “Fucking hell,” she said, “it’s so hard.”  She leaned back in the chair, shifting her bum on the seat.  “You know the worse thing, I really want to fuck you now.”  She laughed and ran her hands down her hips, rolling her eyes back in mock ecstasy.

I gripped my cock, holding it tight to make it look even harder and began to stroke it.  She watched my hand intently, biting her lower lip and when I increased my speed she made a little pleased groan. She caught me staring at her tits, so she moved her hands up from her lap slowly and cupped them under her bra, before squeezing her breasts. She smirked as she squeezed them for me.

“Are you enjoying watching me wank?”

“Yes,” she said, “it’s awesome but I wish I was doing it.”

I watched as her hands played with her tits and spread my legs, hotching around on my back so that she could see more clearly.

“Play with your balls,” she said and I did, happy to follow requests like that.  I cupped them, rubbing my palm gently against them, letting my fingers caress the sides.

“Oh yes,” I said and Rachel repeated it.

By now I was masturbating in full force, moaning and groaning, trying to slow it down to enjoy it all the more but fighting a losing battle against the intense feelings of pleasure that were starting in my balls.

“Are you watching?” I growled.

Rachel was almost leaning off the edge of the chair by now.  “Yes,” she said, her hands straying into her lap, “I want to see you cum.”

“I’m almost there.”

Rachel dropped off the chair and knelt between my legs, leaning forward so that I could see her cleavage over the top of my cock.  It was enough and tipped me over the edge.  I groaned and stared into her eyes, wanting so badly for her to finish me off and let me ravish her.  I watched her tits, imagined my cock in her cleavage.

I kept stroking, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm. “I’m going to cum Rachel,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, cum, cum.”

It was only a few more strokes, I could feel it building and then it was there.  I squeezed my hand around my cock and let the orgasm sweep through me, our eyes locked as my cum splattered on my belly.

“Fucking hell,” she said, “that was so fucking hot.”

I was out of breath and let my whole body go limp, letting go of my cock and closing my eyes.  “You can say that again,” I said, “but next time, I want you to do it.”

“It’s a deal,” she said.


Thursday, 3 April 2014

A Rachel round-up

It's been a while since I posted anything to do with my fuckbuddy Rachel and so it's now time to make amends for that.  Here she is, in all her beautiful glory, in a range of pictures from over the time I've known her.

Hope you like it - which is your favourite?  Let me know at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll try and get more shots in the same vein!

Enjoy!




Mmmm, couldn't you just spend an hour nibbling on those lovely, sexy feet?  I know I could - well, I know I do!

Friday, 28 March 2014

Carla, swimwear model

A paid commission!  Yes!

Brian got in touch with me through the Photography Group, he'd seen the blog, liked what I did and thought I might be able to help.  His girlfriend wanted to try out some modelling, he works at a sportswear shop in the town centre and a new swimming costume had just come in that he thought she'd look lovely in.  So could I do anything?

We met up, Carla was very keen (and loved the blog too) and she was great to work with.  So here we go, here are the results of our shoot (as ever, any comments for Carla should be sent through to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass them on).





Sunday, 23 March 2014

Christina's belly (and toes)

Because it's beautiful, I love it and simply can't get enough of it, I photograph Christina's belly quite often.  And because I have this blog, I like to share them so here are three pictures for your delectation, hope you enjoy.




Of course, I also love her feet!


Monday, 17 March 2014

Rachel wanks and I watch

Rachel, my fuckbuddy, can be a kinky bitch at times.  She saves us her kinks, knowing that I’ll let her do them without question and I like that level of trust and honesty.  I also love the way Rachel is, she’s fucking gorgeous - brunette, middle height, nice tits, toned from the gym - and we never make love, we always fuck.

We’d arranged to go out for the evening but it was clear when I got to her place and she was wearing a thin jumper and a pair of jeans that we weren’t going to get far.  She led me up to her bedroom, saying she was going to get changed and I sat on the floor by the window.  She sat on the edge of her bed.

“How much do I turn you on?” she asked.

“A lot, you know that.”

“What is it that turns you on, beyond my tits and feet and pussy?”

I laughed.  “Well I think it’s mostly how open you are about sex,” I said.

“You write and like to tell stories,” she said, “tell me a fantasy of yours and turn me on.”

I looked at her, reclining now on the bed, the jumper pulling tight over her tits and just started talking.  I pretended that the situation now was different, that we were both on the bed and I was stroking her.  I told her I’d brush her tits and belly, explore around her pussy, play with her arse and lick her toes.

As I talked, Rachel closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her stomach and breasts. By the time I had moved on to describing us French-kissing as I fingered her, she was moaning quietly under her breath and seemed to be in a world of her own.  Her left hand slid into her jeans and the other up underneath her jumper.  After a few minutes she opened her eyes. “Fuck, Pete, I’m getting turned on,” she said and I’m getting hot.

She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Her bra was white but it was off almost immediately and she let it drop to the floor. She looked at her but I was looking at her gorgeous tit, her nipples red and hard.  As I glanced down, over her flat stomach, she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned to hang her jeans on the chair and wiggled her arse at me - it was nice and ripe, smooth and firm.  She laid back on the bed.

“My pussy is really wet,” she said, “and I like this, I like having you close by while I play with myself.”  She batted her eyelashes and I was almost overcome with lust.  “Come sit next to the bed.”  I did as I was told and watched as she played with her breasts and ran her fingers over her pussy mound through her knickers.  My cock was very hard.

She lifted her bum off the bed and slid her knickers off, kicking them towards her jumper.  “That’s better,” she said and spread her legs, “nothing in the way.”

I looked at her pussy, slick with juice, the lips almost pouting.  It was easy to see how turned on she was and when she slid her hand between her legs, the juice glistened on her fingers.  She let out of a soft groin, spreading her lips and looking down at herself.

“I feel so fucking dirty,” she said, “wanking off with you there.  Do you like it, do you like watching me?”

I knew that the illicitness of this - even after everything we’d done together - was turning her on so I played along.  Anyway, I liked hearing her talk like that.  “Yes, I love it, you’re such a dirty girl.”

She groaned and spread her legs further, resting her calf on my shoulder as she began to rub her clit steadily. Her mouth was open and she was looking right at me. I liked the eye contact while she was rubbing herself.

“Rachel, you look fucking gorgeous wanking yourself,” I said.  She was moaning louder now, her fingers rubbing her clit faster.  When a jolt of pleasure hit her, her back was arched and her tits jiggled.

“You like the way my tits move?” she asked and I nodded, my gaze caught between them and her pussy.  “Oh fuck,” she hissed, “I fucking love you watching me.”

“Keep going,” I said, “I want to see you make yourself cum.”

At that, she rubbed her clit quicker and ran her other hand down over her tits and belly to her pussy.  She spread her lips and slid one finger inside, still working her clit.  I watched her work her pussy with both hands and listened to her groans. She rolled onto her side, gyrating her hips in time with her moans and my cock ached to be let out of my jeans.

Rachel was saying my name now, moaning it, telling me to watch her rub her pussy.  Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip.  “Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck it, I’m almost there Pete, I’m almost… Oh god.”  She opened her eyes wide, biting her lips harder.  Her hips, hand and voice were in rhythm and she had that edgy look of someone on the verge of an amazing orgasm.

“Watch me cum,” she said through gritted teeth and laid on her back, “I’m cumming.”

“You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel, I love the way your pussy looks, I love the look on your face.  Cum for me, cum for me.”

After all the build-up, it seemed to come on her immediately and she cried out as a huge orgasm raced through her body.  She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, her eyes locked on mine. Her back arched and her hips jerked, making her tits bounce again and she didn’t stop flicking her clit until each movement was making her shudder.

She lay there for a while with a satisfied smile on her face while I stroked her hand and I was filled with a massive sense of tenderness for her, as well as an almost-overwhelming desire to get on the bed and jump her bones.

“That was really amazing,” I said.

She looked at me, her eyes heavily lidded.  “I want to watch you do it now…” she said.

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Paula, being an exhibitionist this time!

You might remember my old friend Paula (I've blogged about her here and here) - well, we got together again last weekend because she told me, in an email, that she'd had some thoughts about exhibitionism.  I was more than happy to go along with it (seriously, look at her, would you turn her down?) and so we went into town and caught a shuttle bus.



That shoot was so successful, we went back out the next day, to the park.





Let me know which set you like best on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass all your replies on to Paula.

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

My ex-wife, having a wank

I found some more old pictures of my ex-wife yesterday, tucked away in an anonymous photo wallet.  We'd been to a wedding (of our friend Rob & Julie, who are still together I'm pleased to say) in Swindon and stayed at a Travelodge.  The wedding went well, we both got a little bit drunk and very much horny and one thing quickly led to another (as it has a habit of doing).

I know we're not together any more, I know we haven't been for the life of this blog - this blog, in fact, only exists because I got divorced! - but she was fucking gorgeous!


Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Trisha, a fetish model

Through the Photography Group (and more specifically a lovely lady called Tasha who I posted about here), I met Trisha who is starting to make a bit of a name for herself locally as a fetish model.

Tash told her all about this blog and the fact that I was professional and Trisha needed some photographs for her portfolio and so one thing led to another, we had a coffee and arranged this shoot.

Trisha was a delight to work with, she looks stunning and I had great fun with this.  As always, if you want to get in touch with her, send me an email in the first instance - and she told me to write "don't be shy!".  You can get in touch with me via petermorgan1969@gmail.com

Enjoy the set!







Thursday, 20 February 2014

Christina pleasures me (with a wank)

I parked up near to the bank and we walked along the High street, heading for a pub to catch a crafty pint before our table was due.  As we passed a little service alley that ran between the Royal Hotel and a jewellers, Christina grabbed me and pushed me in.  Three steps into the alley and we were sufficiently in the shadows enough that anyone walking by the street - and there weren’t many people about - wouldn’t be able to see us clearly.  The end of the alley was in darkness.
“What’s going on?” I said.
Christina pushed me against the wall, pressing her body against me and kissed me hard, moving from my lips to my ear and then to my neck.  Her hands moved across me, caressing my chest through my shirt and running lower, across my belly.  She unbuttoned my shirt, letting her cool, soft fingers stray onto my skin at every opportunity.  As she got higher, she leaned down and flicked my nipples with her tongue.
“Take it off,” he said and I did as she asked, glorying in the sudden exposure.
She bit her lip and then slipped her hands into the waistband of my chinos, pushing down until she connected with the tip of my cock.  Smiling, she slowly undid my belt, then the button and zip and pulled my trousers down to my knees.  My cock was already standing to attention, tenting my boxers.  She reached through the slit and the connection, of her hand and my cock, was like being jolted with electricity.  She pulled my boxers down. “Beautiful,” she said, kneeling down in front of me and licking her lips, “I love the look of your balls.”
I watched her staring at my cock, there didn’t seem to be anything to say.  I shifted back slightly, so that I could see straight down the front of her blouse.  Her tits were hidden by a bra but I could see the nipples standing proud through the material.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said and wrapped her fingers around my cock.  “I was in a meeting this afternoon and all I could think of was this.”  With her left index finger she traced the thick vein from my balls up to my glans.  I groaned.
“Like it?”
“Oh yes.  It was a killer, licking you out last night and then going home and I was desperate to have a wank.”
“But you didn’t, did you?”  She rubbed the palm of her hand over my glans.
“No, because you’d promised for tonight.”
“And I always keep my promises.”  She smiled and tugged back my foreskin as she began to stroke my cock.  “This is looking very nice and hard.”
“It has been every time I’ve thought about you today.”
“You must have stayed sitting for quite a while then.”
I smiled and she varied the speed of her hand.  I made a sound that was midway between a sigh and a moan.
 “Oh you like that, do you?”
She carried on massaging my cock, smiling as she kept eye contact.  As her right hand stroked me, her left played with my balls and she fondled them between her fingers, tickling and tugging gently.  After a few minutes, she leaned towards me but rather than go for my cock went for my balls.
She gently licked them, exploring my testicles from top to bottom and side to side. She teased them with her teeth and in between playful ball nips nuzzled my balls with soft loving kisses, wanking me all the time.  After a few moments she leaned back, her lips shiny with saliva and gave her full attention to my cock.  She squeezed it in the middle and watched as a clear drop of cum slid out of the top.  Sticking out her tongue, she flicked the tip at my cockhead and licked the dribble up.  The tantalising sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my cock and up my spine. She stuck out her tongue again and began to flick the tip of my cock quickly, almost in a frenzy.
Christina parted her ruby red lips and sucked my cock into her mouth.  Securely gripping it between her lips, she sucked the head of my cock like it was the last one she would ever blow. The sensation was exquisite and the suction was so great, it felt as if drops of cum were being sucked right out of me. 
I put my hands to my sides, palms against the cool wall, trying to brace myself.  When she released the suction and slowly worked her way up the length of my cock till all of it was in her mouth, I wanted to sit down, the pleasure was so intense.  As she swallowed as much as she could, I felt her breath on my lower belly.  I don’t think anyone had ever given me such a deep blowjob and although I was worried about her breathing, I didn’t want her to stop, the sensations were too much! 
Finally, she slowly pulled back and started to bob up and down on my cock, but never let it go fully, her lips were always clamped to the tip. 
The constant movement - and watching her - was too much and I leaned down, rubbing her tits through her top.  Without missing a beat, she undid the first three buttons on her blouse, pulled it open and slipped her tits out of her bra.
“Fuck,” I hissed and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and bright.  “Fuck me,” I said and leaned forward, my fingers finding the soft flesh of her tits and the harder tautness of her nipples.  She kept moving her head and I quickly realised I was holding back the urge to begin thrusting into her mouth, when I heard Christina mutter something.
“Fuck my mouth,” she mumbled.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard it right.
She let my cock slip out of her mouth and glanced at me.  “Fuck my mouth,” she said, “just don’t be too rough.”
Christina gripped the base of my shaft and slowly swallowed it up again.  When she was comfortable, she let it go and put her hands on my belly as I held the sides of her head and leaned back slightly.  I pulled out slowly and then leaned forward with my pelvis, watching my cock slide into her mouth.  It was an incredibly horny sight and knowing that I had full power made it even better.  I slowly drove my cock in and out as Christina stared up at me coquettishly.
Her eyes were wide, as if she was as enraptured by the exchange of control as I was.  She watched me, her eyes twinkling, as I gasped and moved faster and faster.  Soon, I was shoving almost the entire length of my cock into her mouth and it was slick with drool.  My hips rocked back and forth quickly as I fucked her mouth.
I leaned forward, reaching for her breasts and I played with them, her tongue playing with the tip whenever it got a chance to.
After a while, she pulled back, working her lips on the glans.
“Shit, was I too rough?”
Holding my cock hard in her hand, she wiped her lips and looked at me.  “No, not at all, it was good but I’m starting to ache a bit now.”
Before I could say anything she slipped my cock back into her mouth and ran her lips across the eye.  The stimulation - warm breath, wet tongue, soft lips - was fantastic and she made a noise like a satisfied “mmm” as I tweaked her nipples.  I watched her work on my cock, her cheeks drawn in from the vacuum and she took me in at an angle till I was visibly poking out of her cheeks.
Her pursed lips slid up and down my shaft faster and faster, her head bobbing  as  she stole glances from me. There was fun in her eyes and delight too.  The wet noises, my cock moving in her mouth and her saliva, were clearly audible and I groaned.  She was so good, this whole thing had been so good, I knew I couldn’t hold off for much longer.  My sounds and the squirming of my cock must have alerted Christina and she responded by keeping pace and sucking as fast as she could.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.
She nodded but didn’t move her mouth.  She’d already told me she didn’t like to swallow but I couldn’t do anything about that now, it was hard enough trying to stay on my feet.
As I got ever closer to coming, she let my cock slide out of her mouth and her hands instantly replaced her lips.  She wanked me, fast and hard, my cock pointing at her face and chest.  She slid her left arm under her tits and smiled at me, licking her lips.
“Oh, I’m going to…”
She moved herself to the side slightly but didn’t change her speed.  The first jet of cum caught her by surprise and she smiled, still pumping her hand.  I came in great spurts, which hit the wall and floor and her bare leg. 
I had to beg her to stop in the end.
“Wow,” I said, “I loved that.”

“My pleasure,” she said and kissed my drooping cock loudly on the head.  She quickly rubbed my cum into her leg and stood up, slipping her tits back into her bra as if we were standing in her bedroom.