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her spine. Then, he bent the blonde over at an extreme angle, to peer closely at one penis while unaware of the other model approaching her from behind, penis in gloved hand. The blonde reclining in the arms of the two black bodysuits, her head thrown back. A close-up of a black gloved hand weighing a full white breast, and another of a shiny black hand tightly cupping her crotch.  The blonde in the foreground, staring into the camera, while the two figures bite her arms and shoulders and fingers. The blonde’s pale pink tongue stretching toward a raised black nipple.
    “He then placed the two models in latex as mirror images, kneeling, arching backward, with the two penises almost touching. Then, one bodysuit on hands and knees, with the blonde straddling her narrow back, head thrown back. Another with both bodysuits on hands and knees, with buttocks just millimeters apart.
    “The photographer took hundreds of shots that night, stopping to pose the models with his hands as if they were articulated dolls. They moved almost passively into position, then stretched their necks or arched their backs and pushed out their lips to bring the pose to pulsing life.
    “The music lilted along, then began to build momentum. I felt lightheaded, watching the photographer’s fingers at the edge of the silky nightgown on the blonde or his hands against the black latex. As the poses became more overtly sexual, I found it difficult to breathe, arousal drowning out all other senses.
    “The blonde perched on the edge of the platform, pressing both hands into her crotch, and looking on as one of the black body suits stroked its erect phallus.
    “The blonde on her back, knees spread and a sleek black head hovering over her clean-shaven mound.
    “The blonde lying with arms overhead, with the two others licking at her breasts, her stomach.
    “A close-up of two black penises approaching the shadowy crease between white buttocks.
    “One black body suit on hands and knees; the other posed behind while the blonde looks on with her bee-stung lip caught between perfect white teeth.
    “Finally, the photographer stopped posing the models, and just snapped frame after frame. The models arranged themselves in various positions, together, apart, touching, almost touching. The music swelled and the blood pounded in my ears.
    “The blonde came to her hands and knees, while one model knelt in front of her and the other behind. Her open mouth reached for the shaft in front while she tilted her pelvis even more. The arch of her spine, the moist ‘O’ of her lips, everything about her transmitted desire. The slender model behind her held very still, long legs trembling a bit while the blonde slowly stretched back toward the outthrust penis. Then, the blonde moved forward, closer to the other cock. As the blonde swayed back and forth, the model in front edged slightly closer each time.
    “It was torturous to watch them. I could feel the throbbing wetness between my legs. One of the stylists had disappeared behind the racks. Everyone else was silent, intent upon the scene under the lights. I handed a lens to the photographer and our hands touched briefly. It felt like an electric shock, and I stepped a few feet away, so the change in my breathing wouldn’t be as obvious.
    “The blonde moved her knees farther apart as she pushed back and then stopped abruptly as she reached the tip of the penis behind her. She pressed back very slowly, easing its length inside her, inch by inch. Her breathing was now loud and ragged and both models trembled in the connection. The model in front moved even closer, pressing her hips forward, forward, forwa rd until the blonde had taken all of that penis deep into her mouth, and then the blonde began rocking back and forth, faster and faster, impaling herself again and again.
    “A strangled cry escaped me and I ran into the storeroom.
    “Seconds later, the door opened, and briefly I saw the silhouette of the photographer