In advance - Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past year and more, who's commented or bought my writing or sent me pictures of their lady fiends - thank you and 'Happy New Year'!

Christina & I will be out tonight, I expect drinking, dancing and debauchery!  I hope that whatever you're doing, you have a great time and I look forward to posting more adventures in 2014!

Happy Christmas!

Just a quick post to say thanks to the regular readers of this blog, your support is very much appreciated.

I hope you and yours have a wonderful, safe and happy Christmas and I wish you every success for 2014 - be it spiritual, material or carnal!

And here, because I love Christina's feet, is my picture for the season!

Christina's Christmas Do

My firm didn't do anything this year - not that I particularly wanted to go anywhere with my managers - so I went for a meal with my colleagues and we had a good time.  Christina's place, on the other hand, really pushed the boat out and we had a cracking time.

They took over a ballroom in a hotel near the centre of town, a subsidised bar, great food and a brilliant disco.  We had a great time, dancing harder than we had in Barcelona though there wasn't a chance to get away with anything much more than a fumble.

On the other hand, there was some cracking totty there (other companies had rented out other rooms) and I managed to photograph a few of them, just for you dear reader.

I hope you and yours have a lovely and safe Christmas!

Enjoy!

 I have no idea who these people are but the lady on the left is showing a nice bit of leg!

 Christina's boss and his partner, who had enormous tits.

 These two ladies apparently work in HR.  Friendly place...

 Mmmm, Christmas boobs from Christina!

 She definitely didn't work for the company but I wish I could have seen more of her!

 The DJ - how fucking cool is she?

It wouldn't be Christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe, would it?

Christina erotica

I've been thinking a lot about abstract work recently - bodyscapes and that kind of thing - and the idea of a faceless piece of erotica.  These were taken expressly for that - I'm not that smart - but these are out-takes of Christina that fit the bill perfectly.

It does, of course, help that she's so fucking gorgeous!

June - shoot for a friend

I got to know June through the Photography Group - she often helps out Andy (the group leader) with booking the girls and the studio space, making sure everyone's comfortable, just keeping the wheels greased.

We've been talking for a while about her ambitions - she doesn't want to be a photographer but would like to do some behind-the-scenes work.  I told her that she looked gorgeous and should be in front of the camera and that led to several months of banter - she said she wasn't, I maintained she was.

To end it all, I suggested I give her an early Christmas present and take a set with her, at her pace and only with poses she felt comfortable with.  And this is it.  We shot it at her flat, her partner watched and offered advice (and made lovely tea) and it was one of the best half-hour shoots I've ever experienced.

So here she is, June from the Photography Group, I hope you think she's as pretty as I do!

Rachel outdoors

Rachel, my fuckbuddy, uses our relationship to do everything kinky that she can think of - to be honest, I do the same thing.  We were talking one day in the summer and ‘doing it outdoors’ was mentioned - it seemed like a good idea, we were adults so what the fuck were we waiting for?

We went out for a drive and Rachel directed me to a country road midway between Northampton and Milton Keynes.  She’d noticed it on her daily commute and thought we might, one day, find it useful.  I smiled and pulled over.

Rachel led me away from the car and into a small spare copse and pushed me against a tree, kissing me. She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down to her ankles, then knelt down, waving her arse in the air. My mouth dropped open, I’m sure of it, as I stared at her inviting backside, arched up proudly.

“So do you really want to do it outdoors then?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.  I looked around - we were pretty well concealed and, fuck it, who cared. I slid my boxers and shorts down and Rachel knelt in front of me, sucking my hardening cock into her mouth.  She worked it slowly, holding me there, swirling her tongue all over my shaft and head.

I was hard as nails by then and when Rachel took a breath, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stood her up, dropping to my knees.  I slid her shorts and damp knickers down and licked her pussy, which was already glistening with juices in the moonlight.  I flicked her clit with my forefingers, slid my thumb as far into her pussy as I could and I tongued every inch of her cunt.  She put her hands against my head, groaning and shuddering as she came.

“That’s it,” she said, pulled her t-shirt off and put it on the floor behind her.  As she laid back, she said, “Come on, Pete, fuck me.”

“Are you really serious?”

“Fucking serious,” she said and grabbed my arse and pulled me between her legs. I held myself above her, my cock pressing at her cunt lips and then pushed in, penetrating her juicy pussy.

Rachel started pushing against me, as I thrust into her, so that she took all of my cock. Before I knew it, I was buried deep inside her. Rachel was letting out short bursts of moans that drove me wild. I pawed at her tits, flicking the nipples with my fingers. I mashed them together, leaning forward to lick and kiss them, playing with them and running my hands over her belly, then flicking her clit with my thumb. I kept that going, the clit flicking and the thrusting, until Rachel was literally biting her lip, holding back screams.

She reached down, stroking my balls as I thrust and that was it. “I’m almost there,” I said.

“Pull out, let me wank you off.”

I pulled out and she grabbed my cock and wanked me hard, her hands almost a blur and then I came, all over her cunt and belly.

“Fuck,” I said, “that was intense.”

“You wait until we get back and shower,” she said, “then you can lick me all night.”

Dreamy shots of Rachel

My fuckbuddy Rachel and her frankly fantastic belly.

Love these!

Julie (the soon-to-be glamour model)

Julie got in touch with me, naturally, via the Photography Group though she was aware of this blog (and seeing this post, she clearly made a smart move).  She wants to get into glamour modelling and wanted to put together some pictures for her portfolio - apparently, I have a pretty good relationship for a) taking decent photographs and b) not being a sleazebag when I have naked ladies in front of me.  Which is nice.

Anyway, we did our set and had a good time - took plenty of pictures, had a laugh and I think she came out of it really well.  It helps that Julie has a terrific body with fantastic (and completely natural) tits.

See what you think and, on the off-chance that you're a booking agent who's interested, drop me an email at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass your details on!

And here's the lovely Julie...

Fiona - High Street Honey (1995)

Back in the 90s, when I was a ‘free agent’, FHM magazine ran a High Street Honeys campaign (they probably still do but I’m out of the magazines demographic now and rarely read it).  Since people knew I liked taking photographs, I got asked to do a few shoots and I’m just in the process now of scanning the negatives of them and I’ll post some of them here in time.

I’ll start with this one, a shoot with my friend Fiona that got less professional the longer it went on.  I haven’t seen or spoken to her in the best part of 20 years but finding these negs (and remembering that afternoon) has led to me finding her on Facebook.  Cool!

Enjoy!

and then it all started getting a little frisky....

My ex-wife had a fine arse!

And probably still does!  But anyway, here is some photographic evidence from our time together...

And as you can see, she has a fine pussy and great feet too!

Mick's Halloween Party

The Halloween party that my friend Mick threw was an absolute stormer.  He declared it was fancy dress and whilst most of the blokes were content to go as various iterations of cut-price superheroes, a lot of the girls really went to town.  It reminded me a lot of the costumes I saw at the Comic-Con event he invited me to at the NEC (to be reminded, here’s the link).  I went as Indiana Jones, which meant I wore chinos, an old shirt, a leather jacket and a hat, though they only one I could find in Toys R Us that fitted was a cowboy hat!

Christina went as Catwoman (I have a real thing about Michelle Pfeiffer in the Tim Burton Batman - I haven’t watched the Anne Hathaway version) and I was really pleased, especially since she unzipped the top and wore a Wonderbra!

Anyway, the party went with a real swing, had a fantastic time and far too much to drink.  We got a taxi back to mine and helped each other in.

“We can’t go to bed yet,” she said, “I’m dirty and I need to shower.” 

She kicked off her boots into the corner and noticed that her feet were bare.  That was a delicious sight but better was to come.  Her costume, which looked like PVC but wasn’t, was in two pieces, the join hidden by her utility belt.  She undid the zip and peeled the top off, folding the thing up before dropping it onto the floor.  I stared at her cleavage in the Wonderbra, feeling as if I was seeing her tits for the first time.

She stumbled on the stairs, so I helped her up and we made it to the bathroom before gravity took hold.  She sat on the edge of the bath but her world must have tilted slightly because she slid back into it.  I still had hold of her arm so managed to slow her down but she ended up in a sitting position by the taps.  She giggled and smiled at me, biting her lip and she looked so fucking amazing that I felt my cock stir - the lip and the cleavage were having an effect, even in my state.

“Water,” she ordered, waving at the showerhead, jiggling with mirth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts joggled in her bra, soft and bouncy with her stiff nipples clearly visible and she looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

“I think you want a drink,” I said, “I do.  Not a shower.”

Her gaze roved down to my trousers.  “But I’m dirty and sweaty,” she said and smiled knowingly, unclipping her bra and putting it on the floor.  It wasn’t a graceful move.

“Good thinking,” I said, staring at her tits, “you don’t want to get that wet!”

Christina’s drunken gaze settled again on push of my cock in my trousers.  I looked at her tits and the soft swell of her belly and my erection just got harder and harder.

“You’re bad,” she said and reached for me, snagging her fingers in the waistband and pulling them down as best she could.  I undid my belt, pushed them down a little further and my cock sprang to attention.  It was making a tent in my boxers and she pulled them down too, grinning at me.

I held my breath, not entirely sure what was going to happen.  I mean it felt great to be free, with my drunk and stupidly hard cock waving in Christina’s face, but I wasn’t sure we could shag in this state.  In fact, I was now having to concentrate on standing up straight - between the booze and the intoxication of seeing her, I felt like I was going to topple.  I put a hand against the tiled wall in an effort to keep myself steady.

Looking down, my cock seemed huge and my balls were tight to my body.  Christina was staring at my package, smiling and then she moved, pulling herself up.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” she said, “sit on the edge of the bath.”

She climbed out, trying to be steady and knelt in front of me, patting my legs to give her the space to get in between.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t leave you with this, can I?” she said and wrapped her fingers around the head of my cock, her palm hard against the tip.  She wiggled it lightly, sending pulses of pleasure down my cock and into my balls.  When she saw me shudder with pleasure, she began to stroke it up and down, getting the rhythm just right and wanking me off in such a way that my cock seemed to get even harder.

The feeling was incredible and I drank in the sights too - her movements made her tits jiggle and I reached down to cup them, flicking her nipples with my fingers.  She moved her head forward, her lips brushing the tip of my cock but never quite connecting.  Her hands moved up and down as if they belonged here and knew exactly what to do to give me the most pleasure possible.

“You’re enjoying this,” she said, “it feels really hard.”

“You’re so fucking horny,” I said, biting my lip and pressing my hand against the wall.  The sensations were threatening to make my already unstable legs even more so.

“I want your cock,” she slurred and before I had a chance to say anything, she took the tip of it into her mouth.  Just the head at first, sucking lightly, running her hot tongue around its contours. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes, as if seeking approval.

“That looks great,” I said.

That seemed to spur her on and she sucked in as much of my shaft as she could comfortably take, her tongue flicking spit around my cock.  Once I was good and wet, she sucked my cock hard, bobbing her head up and down, still wanking me when her lips were around the head.

I squeezed her tits, caressing and playing with the nipples and she groaned, sucking harder.  The combination was almost too much and I knew it wouldn’t be long.  She reached up and began to tickle my balls, running her fingers over them lightly.

“Keep sucking,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Yes?” she said and let my cock slip out of her mouth. “Am I going to make you cum?”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth, one hand wanking me, the other playing with my balls.

“I’m close,” I said, expecting her to slow down but she didn’t.  She sucked me fast and rhythmically and when I really started to moan and my body tightened up, she slid my cock noisily out of her mouth and worked her hand up and down, aiming it at her mouth.  I grabbed the edge of the bath, to stop myself from falling in but Christina didn’t stop, her wanking hand smeared with pre-cum. 

I grunted and she gave a dirty laugh and squeezed my cock as I shot my first stream of cum onto her lips.  A spurt hit her chin but she didn’t stop, stroking my cock hard to milk it of everything.  I breathed deeply, my knees suddenly feeling weak and jittery.  I was still cumming, my spunk now hitting her cheek and nose and she didn’t break eye contact the whole time.

When she was done, Christina’s face and chest had streaks of my cum all over them but she didn’t seem to care.  Instead, she laughed and licked the cum from her lips.

 “Now I’m dirty,” she said and smiled.

“Now,” I said, “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Shirley flashes

Do you remember Shirley, who came to model for the Photography club (and who I blogged about here)?

Well she came back tonight, we had a laugh and when she was getting ready to leave, I noticed that she hadn't put her underwear back on.

"I don't suppose you fancy doing a little bit of flashing, do you?" I asked, thinking that the worst I'd get would be a slap.

"Will you show my face?"

"Of course not," I said.  I'd asked her before I posted the previous batch of pics, so I knew she trusted me.

"Okay then," she said and this is what I got...

Wow - what a reaction!

I love getting emails from readers of this blog and I especially love it when the blog gets people going.

Pete, from Sandhurst, sent me this email of his girlfriend Sharon. She'd just read about my footjob from Rachel (which is here, if you're interested) and it really got her excited!

Thanks for this, mate, hope you took advantage of the situation!

My ex-wife - tits and wanking!

My ex-wife and I had been messing around, taking some shots of her in her bra and knickers - she never really got the fact that she had great tits and so I took it upon myself to remind her as often as I possibly could.

I got to her go on all fours, to that her tits hung and were cupped by the bra and then got her to crawl over me.  Well, I have to say that my professional mask slipped a little and I told her that she looked absolutely fucking fantastic.  And then I suggested a smutty photo shoot.

“Okay,” she said, “so long as you don’t see my face.”

“No problem,” I said. She was a beautiful woman and had a very pretty face but right now I just wanted to see her, tits hanging, playing with my cock. Thankfully, she had no problem with that.

“Get comfy,” she said and slid my boxers and shorts down and my t-shirt up. She crawled seductively over me and leaned down, giving me a passionate kiss as I stroked her tits through her bra.

She backed up on her knees, her back arched with her arse high in the air, her left forearm resting across my stomach. She kissed the head of my cock, stirring it into action and before long, I was hard and ready to go.  She sucked me into her mouth then, getting most of me in and moving her head from side to side, nuzzling my pubic hair with her nose. She parted her lips and reared her head back, my cock glistening with her spit.

She grasped my cock in her hand, slowly bringing it up and down along my shaft, twisting her hand back and forth with a few flicks of her wrist, pausing every now and then to spit on the head of my cock.

“Oh shit, keep on like this and I’m going to cum.”

“Get some shots then,” she said, smiling.

I took a few and my ex kept working on me, moving her hand slow then fast, smearing my pre-cum over the head of my cock and her hand. I played with her tits, wanting to do more, but she picked up the speed, bending forward to run her tongue and lips over my cock.

I held on for as long as I could, until she took me in her mouth, sucking hard and wanked me at the same time. I gently tapped the side of her tit and she released me from her mouth, still pumping me hard and fast.

I came, my cock spasming in her grip, shooting my cum into her open, waiting mouth.

She wanked me until I put my hand over her, then stayed completely still until I was limp in her hand. Then she looked at me, opened her mouth and showed me my cum on her tongue, then swallowed.

"All gone," she smiled, opening wide to show me her empty mouth.

Melody - my first glamour session

This was the first set of glamour pictures I ever took at a proper photography group.  The model’s name - according to the photo-packet I found these negatives in - was Melody which, on consideration, might not be right.

It was mid 1988, I was a very nervous 19 year old and in awe of all these older men who approached the situation as though it was the most natural thing ever.  Melody came along with a friend of hers, they did her make-up, she got into position and she just took off, a superb model and even though it’s 25 years ago, I still think of her professionalism and use it as a guide.

I have no idea what became of Melody, I hope she had a great career and looks back on these pictures with a sense of pride.

(apologies for the poor quality of the images, the negatives were in a crockery box and so hadn’t been kept in the best of conditions)

Footjob with fingering too (a gif)

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Hilly - it got rude, very quickly

This is Hilly, a lovely woman in her mid-thirties who decided - as she's currently between partners - that she would treat herself with some nice pictures.  She booked me for a shoot, we chatted, had a drink, got on well and went for it.  She primarily wanted some tasteful stuff, portraits mainly and so we trooped off to the park for some outdoor/lifestyle shots, set up a small studio in her lounge and things were going well.

She then decided she wanted to try something a little more risque and I opted to shoot in the bathroom because of the light.  We talked about what she wanted to do, she comfortable with a bit of nudity and we started up. Very quickly, however, one pose showed far more than we'd intended and, probably because we had a good rapport, it soon led on to some cracking pictures.

Thanks, Hilly, for letting me publish these ones on the blog!