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Alice In Wonderland
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

Alice and Ron

    

    My friends call me the Shooter. I'm a professional photographer and her name is Alice. Alice had been to my studio several times and each time she got a little bolder; showing me just a bit more flesh each time.

    Alice was a fun model. She was compliant and tried hard to please. A few weeks ago she was in for a photo shoot and about midway she came out of the dressing room wearing a pair of cut off shorts, a tanktop, and obviously no bra. Alice is as cute as can be and a bit short for a lot of modeling work, but professional modeling wasn't something she wanted to do anyway. She has a great pair of tits (from what I could tell).

    Anyway, Alice was in the cutoffs and tank top and I snapped a couple shots and said without taking my eye from the view finder, I said causally. "Lift the top, Alice. She did and Wow! She did have a delicious set of knockers! Perfect in every detail and I should know. I've seen thousands of the wonderful things and while I love them all, very few are perfect.

    I turned her a few time and then asked her to remove the top completely. Alice didn't even hesitate. Over the next several minutes I had her get on her knees, her back, sit on some boxes, lay down, and stand up. She was really with it. 

    "Okay, Alice," I said nonchalantly, "Lose the shorts."

    She did and there she stood in all her glory; nude and looking proud of it. I went through several more rolls of film. She did most of the men's magazine poses. Holding her tits full, spreads and holding the lips of her pussy open for me. I was having a ball and she was as hot as a pistol.

    "Think hubby will like these?" I asked, while I reloaded the camera.

    "I think he would," she replied with a laugh, "but I put him on the road a few months ago."

    "Oh," I found myself at a loss for words. That statement killed my theory. I had just made an assumption that she was getting photos for her husband. 

    "I just like getting my picture taken," she said laughing. "I didn't know if you did nudes or not. Now I know."

    "There isn't much I won't do," I answered laughing with her. "I don't do kiddy porn or photos of anybody who don't want them."

    "Kiddy porn I understand," she said. "But who comes for pictures and not want them?" I told her that every once in a while some guy would bring his wife or girlfriend for nudes or even action shots and if it was obvious that she wasn't into it I called a halt. 

    "Consenting adults," I said. "Got to be consenting and got to be eighteen or over." 

    She didn't comment and we got back to the serious business of having fun. In the bright lights of the studio I could see traces of moisture on her pussy.

    "How do you think these pictures will turn out?" she asked. "Anyway to make it better?" 

    Well it was time to stop fooling around, so I answered her honestly, "The only way you would look better is if you had my cock in your mouth or cunt."

    Her eyes flew open and she flashed red from her forehead to her tits. The look she gave me was strange and I couldn't figure out if I had pissed her off or not. Fortunately I didn't have to wonder long. She strolled over to me and leaned in, "Which shot do you want first? Mouth or pussy?"

    I really couldn't answer her. My mouth had suddenly gone very dry. She knelt down and unzipped my fly and took my hardening cock out. She stroked it for a moment and then put it into her warm velvety mouth. She watched my face as she administered to my manhood. The thought went through my mind that this young woman could kill an old fart like me. As soon as that thought came another came that said, "What a way to go!"

    Alice sucked me completely off and then sucked me hard again. That hadn't happened in a while. We fucked each other like rabbits for over an hour. After I had been totally and completely worn out, we lay, cuddled, and talked for a while. Actually she did most of the talking because I was too tired to converse.

    "You know something, Jack?" she said rolling up on one arm, "You're a dammed good fuck. Thanks, I needed that."

    "Thank you for the compliment," I managed to croak, "I really enjoyed it myself." 

    That was the start of our relationship. Sometimes she would just show up and if there wasn't anyone there but me and no appointments we jumped each other's bones.

    It's a fairly well known fact that I am a card carrying voyeur. I like to watch. Oh sure, I like the handson thing too, but watching is my joy.

    Interracial sex is my biggest turn on. I like to see a hard black cock working a white pussy. No, I don't like it, I LOVE it. It was just a matter of time before I turned Alice out to some of my black friends.

    There are a lot of stories about the wimp husband or wimp boyfriend who is brow beat or forced into his lady having sex with someone else, but that ain't me. I set it up and I control it. Another thing, I am not gay or bi. In fact I am a bit homophobic if anything. My black friends know better than to shove that cock in my direction.

    I guess it's a control thing or some part of my brain has got a kink in it. Whatever the cause or reason, I begun to think of Alice getting a royal fucking from some hung black stud. Over the next few weeks when we managed to get together I would mention my favorite subject, but she didn't respond as well as I thought she should. I was a little frustrated. I really wanted to see Alice, my fuck-buddy getting blackfucked.

    One afternoon a friend came by the studio just as I was closing up. I've known Ron for a couple of years and have admired his sexual abilities. Ron is light complexioned and while he doesn't have a monster dick, he does have a respectable eight inches and is pretty thick, but his real claim to fame is his stamina and the ability to keep it up. I've seen him fuck a woman for one solid hour without stopping except to change positions. Ron is simply a fucking machine.

    We sat in the reception room and shot the shit for a while. He was at a loose end and I wasn't in any hurry to go home. We had been talking for a while when Alice came in. 

    "Hi," she said, glancing at Ron, "I didn't know you were busy. I'll see you later."

    "No," I called to her retreating back, "Ron is an old friend. We're just talking."

    "Are you sure?" she said. "I don't want to interrupt anything." 

    "No problem," I said. 

    "Hell, I know this guy," Ron spoke up. "He'd rather talk to a pretty lady than me any ol' day." 

    "I just came by to tell you I bought a new outfit." Alice said, "I just wanted to see when we could do some photos."

    "No time like the present," I said. "Ron won't mind. By the way, Ron this is Alice, Alice this is Ron." 

    "Oh, it can wait," Alice said. "There's no hurry."

    "Go get it," I encouraged. "Ron loves to watch me work, don't you, Ron?" 

    "Yeah Alice," Ron said. "He is a magician in the studio. Maestro might be a better word." 

    Alice laughed, "I'm not sure," she said, "This outfit is pretty skimpy. I don't think I'm ready for an audience."

    "Don't be silly," I said kindly. "You look like a million dollars and we both know it. Go get it."

    "Well, I'll get it and let you see it," She said. "But I don't think I'll put it on." 

    After Alice had left, Ron looked at me and said with a smile, "Is this going where I hope it's going?" 

    "I don't know," I answered honestly. "Let's see where it goes. We'll just have to play it by ear. Come on into the studio."

    Alice was back in a few minutes carrying a plastic bag from a local naughty-nightie shop. She took two little wisps of black material out of the bag and held it up. 

    "Well, what do you think?" Alice asked. I glanced at Ron and he was shaking his head.

    "I think it is great...what is it?" I said laughing. "Go put it on, Alice, so we can see what it's supposed to be."

    "I don't know..."she started, but I gently push her toward the dressing room. 

    "Go," I said sternly. "You are going to love this."

    She stopped at the door and looked back at me. "Are you sure?"

    "I'm positive," I assured her. I went to her and nuzzled her neck. "We are going to like the show, but you're going to love it." I whispered to her. "Now go change." I added patting her on the butt. Alice gave me a nervous smile and went to the dressing room. 

    "Standby ol' buddy," I said to Ron. "This is looking pretty good right now."

    Ron and I were still grinning in anticipation when Alice came back into the studio. She walked over to the spot and stood striking a pose. She looked like a goddess in a very brief, lacy panty/bra set. The bra just barely contained her large tits. I just stood there gazing at her and holding the camera.

    "Well," Alice prompted. "Are you going to take pictures or not?" 

    "Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "Whew, you look great in that outfit." 

    "I'll second that," Ron said softly. "Looks good enough to eat." 

    Alice moved and posed as I instructed, but her moves were not as fluid as I had come to expect. Her breathing was faster than normal, too. I could tell she was nervous, but that was to be expected.

    "Let one strap fall off the shoulder," I said. She complied. "Now let the other one drop." Again she did as I said. "Bring your arms up to push your breast together," I said. "I'm looking for a real deep cleavage." She did that also. We had arrived at the moment of truth. If she balked here I knew that we were not going any further.

    "Expose one breast," I said. I was aware that my voice was strained, but Alice didn't hesitate. One lovely breast spilled over the bra cup and came into full view. Even from several feet away the nipple was obliviously hard. It was standing up proudly. "Now the other one," I said. Alice did and now she was standing there topless both tits displayed with nipples standing at attention. They were not the only thing standing at attention. My dick was so hard a cat couldn't have scratched it. I would have bet a lot of money that Ron's cock was also approaching the "diamond cutter" state. I placed a posing table near her and put a white drape on it.

    "Lose the bra completely and lean over the table," I instructed. "Squeeze your breasts with your upper arms. Make them stand out" Alice was now really getting into the shoot. She had lost most of the embarrassed look and was now flushed with excitement. This was going extremely well. 

    "Alice, slip out of the panties and lay back across the table with your knees pointing this direction." When she had done that, I said, "Bring both knees up and spread your legs. We want to see a lot of pink.....that's great.....now spread your legs even more. Open your pussy up and show Ron and I that beautiful gash."

    She was flying on automatic now. We could see the telltell signs of moisture as she spread for us. I could hear Ron's heaver breathing from behind me. "Now honey, take your left hand and open your pussy lips for us....that's great.... Now slip a finger into your pussy.....play with your clit for us." At this point both Alice and Ron were huffing and puffing and of course I was too. I was taking pictures but photos were only secondary in my mind. I glanced around at Ron who had his eyes glued on Alice's cunt.

    "Get ready, Ron," I said softly. Ron removed his shirt, shoes, and socks without taking his eyes from the lovely Alice. I set the camera down and moved around behind the reclining woman. While she worked her clit I gather up as much of her tits as I could and leaned down to kiss her nipples. I heard her moan softly. Alice has super sensitive nipples. I have made her have an orgasm just from teasing and sucking her nips. I rolled the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and nibbled on her lips. Her hips had started an involuntary movement of their own.

    "Are you ready?" I softly asked. She nodded her head ever so slightly. "Tell me," I insisted. 

    "I'm ready," she said so softly I could barely hear her. 

    "Ready for what?" 

    "Whatever," she responded.

    "Tell Ron and I what you want," I said. Ron had disrobed and had moved to a position between her legs. His cock looked like a black lance. He was a knight going forth to do battle, not in defense of a women's virtue, but to take her virtue. He knelt down and put his lips to Alice's pussy lips. I saw her raise her hips to meet his thrusting tongue. 

    "What do you want?" I demanded again of Alice. I have always felt it important for a woman to verbalize exactly what she wants. 

    "I want..." she softly cleared her throat, "I want to be fucked."