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The Actress
After I snapped the pictures of the futbol player, several email offers came in to photograph other people for money. Unfortunately, most of them were in places that I couldn't get to from Cancun very easily. But then a really good offer came in, and it was one that I thought I could handle from my boat. There was an actress named Elena Kuropovich that was going to be filming a diving scene in the Cayman Islands. This was the sort of assignment that I could get really excited about. She was tall, beautiful and athletic, but she also had a pair of huge tits that seemed to be too wonderful to be for real. She would never agree to take it off in her movies or photo shoots. And she didn't need to, she starred as a kick-ass heroine in a lot of action flicks and made millions in each one.
There was a tremendous amount of demand to see Elena naked, so pictures or video of her perfect body would be worth a fortune. Besides being amazingly beautiful, she was very cool in that hot, bitchy, Russian way, but I had to wonder just what the big deal was about her. Of course, I really didn't care as long as I could get the money.
So I had an email discussion with the anonymous party on the details of the offer to take nude photos of her, and then quickly agreed. I was given the name of the seaside compound that she would be staying at and when. So I took the 350 mile trek over to the Caymans in my boat, and soon found myself among a small flotilla of paparazzi that were angling for pictures of her and other actors in the movie.
None of us could see much from the outside, just some gates from the road, and from the water all we could see were the outside of three houses. No one even seemed to know which one she was staying in, let alone which room.
So I put the grackle up in a tree near the houses, and had it watch for her. It was quiet in the compound, and people seemed to let their guard down as soon as they got inside. So I guess it was no surprise that it was easy to spot her long lovely frame and watch her disappear into one of the houses. And I was treated a couple of hours later with her coming out on to the balcony to stare out at the ocean. So I pretty easily figured out where her room was, and entered instructions for the bird to plant lenses in her room that night. I had it put several lenses in, because I wanted as good of a camera angle as I could possibly get. I figured it might be hard to get clear pictures of her naked.
The next day I learned that I had one of the cameras in a very good place, because I had a very good view when she popped out of bed naked and stopped to look herself over in a full length mirror. She was really lovely from head to toe, even in the morning with no makeup, no clothes and sleepy eyes. I could see why people regarded her as one of the most beautiful women on the planet. She smiled at herself in the mirror, obviously enjoying what she saw. And it was also obvious that everything that she had was absolutely real. Her full tits were firm but bobbled naturally and it was clear to me that they were not implants. Even her light pussy hair matched her lovely blond tossled mane. I already had pictures that were worth a small fortune.
It turned out that the actress was a voyeur too, but what she liked to watch was herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror every chance she got. She watched herself while she practiced her lines. She stared at her pretty face as she tried out different expressions, and sometimes even just appeared to sit and gaze at herself in utter admiration. Which of course was extremely vain and silly, but this woman was so drop dead gorgeous that I was entertained just looking at her too. And the fact that she liked to spend a lot of free time wearing very little made it mesmerizing for me. I just sat on my boat and watched and recorded the relayed signals from my cameras and the grackle. It was practically heaven for me.
She had a man in her life, and the tabloids always snapped pictures of them together. So it was a surprise to me to learn that he was actually in the Caymans but that he was sleeping in a separate room. He came by to see her often, taking her out to the set for a shoot, or to dinner or something, but all he would get at the end would be a kiss or two at the door. The only action was her watching herself in the mirror.
But finally about a week later that changed. She invited him in, and they started to make out on the couch. Things were going slow, but I could see the passion in her starting to grow. Finally she guided her man over to the mirror and had him position a big chair in front of it. She quickly stripped, revealing that absolutely perfect body yet again and regarded herself in the mirror once more. And it was a stunning picture to look at with her beautiful face, those piercing blue eyes, the long flowing blonde hair, those huge beautiful tits that seemed almost unnaturally large on her tiny thin frame, that perfect tiny waist that made her tits seem even bigger, a tight little ass, and then those long lovely legs. This woman was flawless from head to toe.
And she knew it. And she seemed to adore herself more than any other.
It was his job to give her pleasure, so after a few minutes of kissing, she sat down in the big chair that was now in front of the mirror. She spread her legs and nudged him to indicate that she was ready for him to service her. He quickly knelt down and started with the adoration of her huge breasts. He squeezed them with his hands and hungrily sucked and tweaked her nipples. She watched herself in the mirror while he worked. Smiling at herself with dancing eyes that held a bit of passion in them. She ran her hands through his hair as kneaded her tits, and continued to stare ahead at the mirror.
He next worked down to her pussy, and then her smile faded, and her face started to fill with passion. He seemed to be pretty good at eating pussy, or at least he knew what she liked. She started to moan, and started moving her hips in time with his tongue. He slid a couple of fingers in her pussy, and the sounds from her became deeper and her Russian accent started to come out. Her moans were pretty unintelligible, and all I could really understand was "da", "da", "da". She made him lick her for a long time, continuing to look in the mirror, and put on a little porn show for herself. And unbeknownst to her, she was also putting on a show for me. I was recording every bounce of those perfect breasts, every moan, every time little thrust from that perfect ass as she slowly got closer to getting off.
Her nipples were rock hard, and started cupping her tits with her hands. She would slowly drag her open palms over her nipples, massaging her breasts as he continued to eat her pussy. It took a long, long while, but she was getting close. Her deep Russian moans crying out for relief, moving her pussy faster, as he licked and started to finger fuck her quickly. At last she climaxed, her body shaking, crying out, finally taking her eyes off of herself in the mirror. She sat there in the chair a few minutes and recovered.
He got up off the floor and stood in front of her, unfortunately blocking my view. It was then that I finally noticed that this guy was really hung. He had a huge cock that I would guess was 10" long and as thick as her wrist. I was thinking that she must like big dicks, and that I was going to get to watch her get reamed. But instead she looked up with glazed eyes and said "I don't really feel like penetration tonight. Perhaps you can stroke it for me."
And so not only did she not fuck the guy, but she didn't even offer to give him a blow job. And for that matter, not even a hand job. She just sat and watched with approving eyes while he stroked his huge dick. It didn't take long for him to come. At least she did let him lean close and cum all over her perfect breasts. Then she patted his ass and smiled at her pearl necklace in the mirror before strolling to the bathroom to wash it off. After a few minutes of cuddling, she sent him home and retired to bed. She seemed to be completely satisfied.
She slept on top of the blankets, completely naked. Her perfect body seemed to almost glow in the night. Normally I'm content just to watch, but I had this powerful desire to fuck her. To go to shore, sneak to her room, gag her, tie her up and pound her hot little pussy hard. I was sure that I could get away with raping her. I knew exactly where to go. The compound was quiet and it would be easy for me to get through the balcony into her room. I didn't think the door was locked, but even it was I could pop that little lock with one quick snap. I could be in her room on top of her before she even woke up. I could slip a gag in her mouth, bind her arms and hold her down. I could shove my cock up her still wet pussy. I could get off and give her the fuck that she deserved.
But I didn't do it. Maybe it was because I was scared of getting caught. Maybe I just had a shred of decency left. For whatever the reason, I just watched her sleep naked in the night, and adored her from a few kilometers away.
The next day, I called the grackle back, packed up and headed for home. I had the pictures I needed, and even a movie of her pussy being eaten while she looked into the mirror. It was a really hot video that almost looked like she had made it on purpose, because she was nearly looking into the camera. It was worth a small fortune, and after some negotiation I got it. It was enough money that I could live on my boat for 10 years.
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