Taylor

"I caught the guy I'd been dating for, like, two years in bed with a woman he worked with who's in her 40s," said Taylor. "I actually caught them doing anal! He tried to tell me that it was the only reason that he was cheating; she'd do anal and I wouldn't. I don't intend to have anal sex till I get married."

"So who took these photos? Well, there's this real hunk of a guy who lives right across from me in the apartment building. We always talked when we ran into each other and I knew he was always checking me out. So I actually asked him out for a drink. We got on really well, so when we got home, I took him to bed and screwed his brains out. He's recovering from a busted relationship, too, so we're going out a bit and screwing a lot but with no pressure and no promises. We're having the best sex I've ever had, by far. So why did I pose? Well, the guy I dumped buys Newcummers, and I want him to see that I'm doing better than ever without him."

G'day, cunt cobbers (suggested by an Australian reader), it's Charlie O'Neal, your standard bearer for ordinary horndogs. On the day that Taylor did her thing, I wasn't thinking about my EFR (earned fuck ratio). I had my camera with me on my daily walk because I'd spotted a restored Plymouth Road Runner (a 1970, Hemi version with an Air Grabber Hood) down the road, and I wanted photos. I talked to the owner, took my pics and then I saw Taylor again. We knew each other from meeting on our daily power walks.

Taylor (22, a store clerk), asked about my camera. I told her what I'd been doing and she dissed guys and cars; especially guys who take photos of cars. Well, that pissed me off, so I decided to rock her world by telling her what I normally take photos of. I thought she'd be shocked, but she didn't say a word so I went into somewhat explicit detail. Still no reaction...just her tongue licking her lips. "Take some photos of me, now," she said. So I took a couple of shots and showed her. She smiled. "Isn't this what you'd rather see?" she said, showing me the braless look. Then, yada, yada yada and she's back to my place with me and you guys get to feast your eyes (etc. etc.) on this truly sexy babe.

It seems that Taylor had just broken up with a long time boyfriend who'd been cheating on her with a 40plus MILF (fucking fool!), and while she wasn't ready to get back into the crazy world of dating, she was feeling that need between thighs that masturbating couldn't cure. She needed cock and I possess a fairly serviceable cock: That's what I call serendipity. (Look it up, assholes.) Taylor decided on the spur of the moment to pose for you-and screw me-to break out of her funk by doing something wild and out of character. (What do you think about that Doctor Phil?) Taylor and I had a couple of glasses of wine and chatted while I set up my equipment, then we got down to business. She wasn't at all nervous, as exhibited by the fact that she had her first orgasm while I was fingering her: It was the first of many. I'd rubbed one out in the shower that morning, so I was in endurance mode. Taylor made full use of that, believe me! Afterwards, we both made calls canceling plans for the day and yada, yada, yada, I took her home the next morning. I love my job!