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Amateur glamour model”Good morning, my little ray of sunshine,” Tullio, the chubby Italian restaurant owner says as he enters the newsagent shop where I work.“How are you this morning?””Fine, thank you,” I reply, smiling, as I fold his newspaper and take a packet of his usual cigarettes from the shelf. I always look forward to Tullio’s daily visits.He is a happy man, in his mid-forties, with long, black wavy hair, and a big moustache. He always takes the time to flatter me, which Is always appreciated.As he hands over a £10 note, he takes a card from his jacket pocket.”How much will it cost to place an advertisement in your window?” he asks as he passes it over the counter.Local Camera ClubMODELS WANTEDGlamour can I say that you look even more beautiful today?”I have his paper and cigarettes prepared and hand them over.He passes me a £5 note, smiles, and says, “I have told my friend that you are interested in modelling for us, and I have arranged for him to meet you in my restaurant. We will meet you at 1.30, so don’t be late.”My head is in a spin; he can’t possibly be serious, can he?At 1.30, I am outside the restaurant, debating whether to go in or not, my heart is beating like a drum and I have butterflies in my stomach.”Helen, you are on time. I appreciate that in a person.”Tullio greets me with two kisses, then holds the door open for me, guides me past a couple of customers, and then to a secluded table at the back of the restaurant where a younger man is sitting.Tullio makes the introductions, “This is Ian, he owns the camera shop next door, and this is the beautiful Helen.”I blush as we shake hands.As we sit down, an extremely gorgeous waiter appears, and speaking Italian, Tullio orders some pasta and a bottle of wine for the three of us.Ian turns to me. “Tullio, tells me that you would like to pose for our club.”“This is all happening too quickly. I didn’t say that I would.”“You didn’t say that you wouldn’t!” Tullio responded.”Why do you want me? Surely there are plenty of younger girls who would love to model for you,” I ask them as the food arrives.Ian looks at Tullio, who nods.“Yes, we do get quite a few girls from the college who like the money and enjoy showing off, but some of our members would like to photograph a more… voluptuous, older woman. Not that you fall into the category of ‘older.’”I should hope not! I am only twenty-six years old, married for the second time, and have a daughter who is six years old.”If I am interested, what will I have to do—nothing rude, I hope?”They look at each other and smile, they know that I am interested, but how will they get me to commit?When we finish eating, Tullio suggests visiting the studio.We go outside, and Ian unlocks the door next to the restaurant. He leads the way up the stairs.Tullio follows, muttering something in Italian,“What did you just say?” I ask,“I am sorry, I was just telling myself that you have a fantastic arse!”I Anadolu Yakası Escort am wearing my favourite jeans, which are very tight and emphasize my shape.The wine is having an effect. I giggle.Upstairs there is an office, a studio which appears quite large, and a couple of other rooms which are locked leading off.The studio has a small stage and is surrounded by some very professional-looking lights, tripods, and an assortment of chairs.There are also two large cupboards that, when I open them, are full of theatrical props, hats, and some women’s clothing.I turn towards Tullio, “My God, I thought that you said this was just for a few of your friends.”“It is, but if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing properly,” he chuckles, “the members who use this all shop with Ian, so the expense is worth it.”As I walk around I find there are also three small bedrooms with showers and toilets, there is even a pool table.“What are these for?” I ask,“Sometimes my new waiters have nowhere to stay, and sometimes I like a bit of privacy.” They laugh at the in-joke.”So, what do you think?” Ian asks me,“You haven’t told me what sort of pictures you want me to pose for,” I reply.“Well, there is a meeting on Friday, you can do some portraits and, if you want, some glamour shots with your jeans and top on.”He looks at Tullio, who smiles. “You’re not required to do topless… unless you want to.”The butterflies are back in my stomach. “Okay!” I stutter.Friday will be good for me, as my daughter will be with her father for the weekend.And my husband, Dave, will be working, setting up a stand for an exhibition somewhere, and will not be home until Tuesday, as usual.I arrive at the restaurant at the agreed time, wearing my western boots, tight jeans, and a Lycra t-shirt, with a sports bag full of t-shirts, blouses, and bras.Tullio meets me and greets me with a kiss on the lips. We go upstairs, where there are six guys and Ian standing around, drinking coffee, chatting, and fiddling with their cameras.As I am being introduced, I hear two guys talking about my breasts.”Fucking Hell! Have you seen the size of them? I hope she gets them out.”The shorter one saysHis friend replies. “Tullio hasn’t let us down yet!”They both laugh.As Tullio returns downstairs, Ian takes me to a small changing room, which has a table, chair, and large mirror.”This should give you some privacy when you want to change outfits.”He tells me this as he produces a bottle of wine and a glass.”What should I wear?” I ask him,”You look fine, so why not start like that? Just come out when you’re ready,” he repliesI gulp two mouthfuls of wine and make my way onto the stage. Ian places a gold-coloured chair next to me and announces, “As you know, this is Helen’s first time, and she’s nervous, so whatever poses you want, ask me instead of shouting at her.”Over the next half-hour, I go through several poses, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan straddling the chair and bending over it. It is easier than I expect, and I quickly relax, even suggesting some poses myself.Ian hands me my glass and asks if I would mind changing my top. I nod in agreement as I again gulp at the wine.In the changing room, I have just taken off my t-shirt when I hear the clicking of a camera. Startled, I turn around, I had not closed the door completely and I see two of the men taking shots of me in my bra.“OOPS! “Sorry, we should have asked, but we couldn’t resist a couple of “voyeur” shots.”The others are watching, smiling. I smile back.“It’s okay, but you should have asked.”I wear a white silk shirt for the next session. A larger “throne” type chair has replaced the original.The poses are similar until someone asks me to unbutton my shirt. I look at Ian, who grins and shrugs his shoulders.I slowly comply, leaving one fastened at my bust. I can tell from their faces that this is what they want, my cleavage looks huge, and I feel my nipples poking through the lace of my bra.The poses all consist of me bending over, which I find quite stimulating. On impulse, I opened the last button, giving them a better view.As I leave the stage to change, Ian again approaches me, ”How do you feel about going topless? The guys would appreciate it.”I smile and raise my eyebrows.He gives a “thumbs up” to his friends.In the changing room, I remove my shirt and bra and look at myself in the mirror, my breasts are swollen; it is now or never; I tease my brown nipples. I take another long gulp of wine and the bottle is empty, now.I slip on a chiffon blouse, which is see-through, again, only fastening one button, and leave my bra on the table.When I take my place on the stage, the guys are nudging each other and looking very excited.I move around, bending over and squatting. My tits never actually come into view.With my back to them, I undo the button and take off my top. I am shaking with excitement, but the wine has made me very relaxed, and I am now losing all of my inhibitions.I turn around, with my arms in the air, and the camera clicks sound like machine-gun fire!I pose for about twenty minutes, getting more excited by the second.”Drop your jeans and show us your knickers!” someone shouts.Immediately, I undo the top button and pull the zip down, exposing my red G-string.I can’t stop grinning as I turn around and slide the jeans down over my bum, flashing my cheeks, then pulling them up just as quickly. As I flee the stage feeling extremely naughty and my breasts wobbling.Ian joins me in my room. “Thanks for a great night; the guys want to know if you’ll come back next week.”I don’t need to ask twice. I nod my head frantically.When I have dressed, only Ian is left.“Tullio would like you to join us for supper,” he says as we walk downstairs.The Escort Anadolu Yakası restaurant is busy, but we are led to the same secluded table, where I sit between the two men.Tullio calls the same waiter as before and orders food and wine for us.“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself?” He asks as he puts his arm around my shoulder, he feels warm and is wearing very expensive cologne.“Yes, it was wonderful, so exciting. Ian has asked me back next week.”“I’m sure he has, but you didn’t show anything that you didn’t want to, did you?” Tullio looks at Ian for confirmation.With a big smile, Ian replies. “Well, you won the bet, we did see her tits and with a flash of arse too!”Both men laugh out loud.The young waiter arrives with our wine,”Good health!” Tullio toasts me.”What bet was that?” I ask.Tullio tightens his grip on me and kisses my brow. “We always have a small wager on how long it takes a new model to go topless, and my dear, I am looking forward to seeing the evidence.”His big hand squeeze’s my breast.When we finish our meal, Tullio calls the young waiter over to our table and hands him his car keys, muttering something in Italian. The boy smiles and nods.”His name is Sandro, and I’ve told him, no Hanky-Panky we are busy, so he must come straight back.”As I squeeze past Tullio he grabs my arse, he laughs as I drunkenly sit on his knee, wriggling on his groin.As his English is very poor, the conversation is kept to a minimum as Sandro drives me home in the large Mercedes.When we arrive at my home I am now feeling very, very horny, and I invite him in “for a coffee,” which he politely refuses and drives off.I feel in desperate need of release as soon as possible, but with no one here to satisfy that need I get into bed, frustrated, and my pussy is on fire, I have to take out my dildo and fuck myself to sleep.The next three Fridays follow the same pattern, with more men turning up each week, as they are now, guaranteed to see my enormous breasts.I use my wages to buy new underwear and stockings, which I wear in the scenarios that they create for me.The skimpier the underwear or costume, the more photos they will take.Their favourite positions are me leaning forward over a chair, drooping my breasts, licking my breasts, or with my legs open, trying to get a flash of my pussy. I, too, wear some of the outfits from the wardrobes: “wench,” “policewoman” (with truncheon! ), and everybody’s favourite, “naughty schoolgirl”!Tullio starts to attend with his camcorder, getting up very close to my tits and between my legs. I don’t like to ask what he does with the tape, but it is fun thinking about it!When we finish, Ian and I join Tullio for supper, as I have no one at home waiting for me we look at the pictures from the previous week. Seeing the pictures of myself showing my body, especially my tits, to a bunch of strangers is becoming more of a turn-on each week.Each week, Sandro takes me home and always refuses my offer of “coffee,” so my trusty dildo is used to great effect.My husband, Dave, is also feeling the benefit, as I jump on him the moment he returns from working away. He thinks that I have been missing him! Bless!Although I still refuse to take my pants off, I know that it will only be a matter of time before I give in.
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