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When I went to my cousin's wedding in Monterey, California*stag, at the reception dinner she had me seated next to the only other male stag invitee, the photographer. He was my age and tall and we hit it off, immediately. Ken was a sports car enthusiast and he told me about the thrilling rides he took along the Pacific Coast Highway. He talked about the beautiful views*at scenic lookout points along the Big Sur where he he said you could park and watch the waves pound the coast. He said it was so secluded in some spots he knew where you could take off all of your clothes and "Let your body*feel the naked pleasure of being all natural out*in nature. I do it, all the time." he said. "It sounds*good with me," I said. "Like girls who pose for "Playboy" always say, "'I'm comfortable with my body." Ken looked my body up and down like he was a talent scout for "Playboy." Then he said, "I could see you posing for "Playboy," Courtney." "You mean, with one of the girls?" I asked. "No," replied Ken. "I mean as one of the centerfolds. You know, I'm a photographer and I do lots of nude modeling portfolios for girls trying to get their start with "Playboy." And you have as nice*a body as any of the girls I've shot, lately."* "Really?" I asked him I was expecting to learn he was joking. "Really." said Ken.*"I'll tell you what? Why don't we combine two of my favorite pleasures, tomorrow? I'll take you for a drive along the coast in my Porsche and then I know a private little beach where I can take some nude photographs of you. Once you see how hot you look, Courtney, you'll let me take more. I'm sure." The thought of posing nude*for a professional photographer on a secluded beach sounded hot to me. And besides, I was already excited about the ride down the coast in Ken's Porsche which he had already described to me as being fun.*Why Ken wanted to do a nude photo spread*of me made me wonder. The fact that he could sell my nude photos and make lots of money*off of them*from magazines and on-line websites didn't occur tome, yet.*I*was just flattered to be compared to a "Playboy" centerfold model, those sex goddesses whose bodies every man craves. Ken seemed to be a man who seemed to know them well and it flattered me to be compared to such luscious women. "Do you know any real "Playboy models?" I asked suddenly. "I do know one," he said. "And, coincidentally, her name*is Courtney also." That stunned me.*How could he only know one and her name be the same as mine, I wondered. The thought that Ken was just enticing me to pose for him nude on a sunny beach while he took photos of me wasn't in my head. But he sure seemed eager to see me naked, I kept thinking, later. We exchanged numbers and made a date to meet in the hotel parking lot at noon the next day and drive down the coast of central California along the Big Sur. We probably wouldn't have gotten together that night in the hotel, except when the bride threw Beşevler escort Bayan her garter I was the one who caught it. Back at the table, Ken was happy for me. "Too bad you don't have a pair of panties to match," he said. "I could take pictures of you wearing that*black garter and some black panties." Okay, I could take a hint.*My handsome "date" for the wedding was being too obvious when he said he wanted to shoot pictures of me wearing panties. I now knew*he was into cross-dressers and I knew it was time to tell him I was one. "As a matter of fact, Kenny dear," I said. "I am wearing a black pair of panties right now." "Really," asked Ken, unsure I was being honest. I smiled and nodded my head up and down fast like a girl who knows she has some good cock coming her way. Down in my little Calvin Klein black panties under my gray*suit pants, my clitty dick was stirring for this tall stud who wanted to take pictures of me in my panties and lots of them.Ken invited me up to his room for the night where he wanted me to pose in the sexy black panties I was wearing and the garter I caught as a momento*of my cousin's wedding. While my cousin was getting fucked hard by her new husband all night, I would be getting fucked hard in the same hotel by her photographer Ken. And I had her to thank for putting me next to him in the seating arrangements . Ken had to stay in the hotel at my cousin's expense so he could be there to photograph her and her husband as they left for their honeymoon, the next day. Then we could drive down the coast in his Porsche Carrera while I gave him a nice blow job like a sweet girlfriend along the way. We could stop at a secluded beach where I could pose nude for him like a "Playboy" magazine centerfold. It was the best wedding ever to me, at that point. Ken had to take photographs of the wedding party for two hours during the reception and then he would be ready for me. He gave me the pass key to his room so I could go get ready to pose for him in my little black panties with the garter I had caught, that evening. He was serious about his business because he told me where his make up kit for the models was, so I could make myself look like a girl before he shot my photographs. I went to Ken's room feeling excited about my late night rendezvous with the tall handsome photographer who seemed to think I was super pretty and wanted me for a*regular sex partner. The first thing I did was to start running a nice warm bath to wash my body good for Ken. Then I shaved my legs and pubic hair, making sure my body was especially smooth for my new lover. To my surprise, there was a knock on the door and it was the bellhop delivering a bottle of champagne Ken sent me to ease me up for the photo shoot. After answering the door wearing just a towel and flirting with the cute bellhop like a happy girl, I went and washed and conditioned my hair. Çankaya escort Then I towel dried*my body and got out the large makeup kit Ken kept for his models to use. It was time to make my face look like a girl's for him. He*told me later that guys who look like girls can make lots of money posing for porn magazines and websites. If my pictures were going to be seen by tens of thousands of people, I wanted*to look pretty in those pictures.* When I finished applying my makeup, lipstick, eye liner and shadow while wearing just a towel, I went and slipped into the little black panties I was wore to the wedding. I also put on the garter that made me feel like my cousin who wore this*sexy black garter while she got married. I've heard it said that whoever catches the bouquet at a wedding will be the next one to get married. But I never heard it said that*whoever catches the garter will be the next one to get*fucked all night by the wedding photographer. But he did end up being my best wedding date ever. I was wearing a hotel robe over my panties and garter when Ken showed up around*11 p.m. He was glad to see that I was in his room and wearing a robe.*I was glad to see him as well. "Courtney, I'm glad you made it," said Ken smiling. "I' wouldn't of missed it for anything. A speedy ride down the coast in your sports car and some nude modeling on the beach sounds good to me.""Me, too," he said. "We'll leave tomorrow at noon and get some nice photos of you*with the sun setting tomorrow afternoon." "That sounds sexy; being nude on the beach at sunset with a tall handsome*photographer posing like a lingerie or bikini model." "Speaking of lingerie models," said Ken. "Would you like to model those little black panties you told me about earlier at the reception for me tonight?" I opened up the big white terrycloth*hotel robe and revealed my little black silk and lace Calvin Klein panties. I also stuck out my leg*and revealed the silky black garter on my fresh-shaven leg. Down in my little black panty, my clitty dick was ready to grow for the man who was looking at me with*lust in his eyes. "You look fantastic, Courtney," he said. "You have nice legs and that is what matters most in fashion photography. Your breasts are big enough, you*could be a lingerie model in shows if you wanted."* "Sorry, I'm too shy," I said. "I only like showing off my body to a few men at a time." "Well, how would you like to pose tonight for me?" he asked. I said, "I didn't get to dance at the reception since I was stag, so I figure maybe I could dance seductively in my panties*for you like a paid erotic dancer while you take lots of pictures of me." "That sounds fantastic," said Ken. "Do you mind if I take your picture in the nude?" "I thought we would take nude photos tomorrow on the beach," I replied. "No," he corrected me. "I mean, do you mind if I'm nude while I take your picture in your panties Cebeci Escort while you dance seductively for me like a paid private erotic dancer?" "No, I don't mind at all," I replied. "You can be naked and show me yours, too." "Great. I'm going to take a quick shower and we'll get started." "Oh, by the way," I said. "Thanks for the bottle of champagne you sent me. That was sweet." "Thank the bride," he replied. "I charged it to her father. This room is being paid for by him." "My cousin was really sweet for seating us together," I said. "And I'm really glad you caught the garter so I got to know you were wearing panties," said Ken. "I like doing she-male lingerie models the*best of all my photography work.*I love to*shoot them nude. Every time, when*we get done the shoot, we are so hot for each other we quickly suck each other's cocks and exchange cum shots. It's a great turn-on for me." "I'm sure," I said. "Beautiful she-males in lingerie are a big turn-on for lots of people.*I'll be*glad to be one for you anytime, Ken."* Ken gave me a nice smile. "Great, Courtney. You're a beautiful model," said Ken. "I have a blonde wig you can wear too. I think you'll make a hot blonde, babe." Ken got me the blonde wig he carried with him so he could shoot beautiful tranny models*and then have sex with them. He especially liked to fuck hot blonde boys in the ass, so he always carried a sexy blonde wig with him.*I was about to wear it for him and learn, firsthand,*that blondes really do have more fun. While I put on the pretty blonde wig and brushed it into a cute hairdo for Ken, he went and got out of his clothes and took a shower in the bathroom.*He came out of the shower dripping wet and I saw his cock was big, even though it wasn't hard, yet. It was at least nine inches long shot. And I couldn't wait to see it hard. I watched as Ken towel dried his nice lean body. His chest was a little hairy and so was his cock, but the rest of his body was smooth. I knew I was going to enjoy spooning with him, all night, after we had incredible sex together. But first, Ken was going to shoot me with his professional camera and I was anxious to see how I would look in the photographs. The plan was for me to strip out of my robe and dance sexy for Ken while he took my photographs.*After drying off, Ken came toward me wearing just a towel. "We have to get a porn name for you, Courtney," he said. "Girls working in porn don't use their real names." He looked at me in the long blonde wig he gave me to wear and smiled brightly*at me. "Take off your robe," he said to me. "And show me your body." I stood up and took off the white terrycloth hotel robe, revealing my body in the little black Calvin Klein hiphugger panty. I posed for the handsome photographer by sticking out my leg with the black garter on it. Then I twirled around like a*ballerina for him while he watched and smiled. Ken especially liked*seeing my six inch rock hard clitty dick down in*my little black panties.*He stared at my panties and smiled the whole time. "It looks like you're happy to see me, Barbie,*" he said. "Barbie?" I replied. "Yeah. You look like*Barbie," he said. "You have nice tits and a bubble butt and nice legs." "That's funny," I said.