LeCroix 12: Painted Laddie

When Ms. Elisha came off the stage at the Bourbon Street female impersonators' club and swished into her dressing room, Chas Angle was waiting for her. The meta hunk had worn a muscle shirt barely covering the superhuman bulges of his torso and a silky pair of shorts that barely held the bulge of his twelve thick inches. So, when he asked her if she'd come pose for him for photos, her quick answer was "Honey, you can take me anywhere you want and do anything you want to me." She would regret that comment.

They went straight out to the alley and Ms. Elisha hiked up behind Chas on his motorcycle, stiletto heels and all, and wrapped her arms around Chas and hugged him tight. By the time they reached the plantation house on the Mississippi, Ms. Elisha had fully examined every curve and hard muscle of Chas's torso under his muscle shirt and had determined for herself that everything in that bulging basket at his crotch was the real deal. She was purring when they stopped in front of the old mansion.

Chas had a room set up with still cameras pointing from different angles at a floodlit ivory chaise lounge backed by a white curtain. These cameras were set to automatically fire off photos at seven-second intervals. He had another handheld camera for close-up shots.

Ms. Elisha hadn't liked the idea that Chas wanted to photograph her as she was rather than the image she wanted to display, but she made only one demand in compensation as she stripped down to black silk net stockings, garter belt, and stiletto heels and wrapped herself in a red silk lounging robe.

"If I show it all, Dear boy, you must as well. I want you to be nude for the photo session as well."

And then when Chas had stripped down, her response was. "Holy, Mother, Jesus, Joseph, Herod, and Pilate, you stud you. Is it legal to be as beautiful and big . . . everywhere . . . as you are? Love the rings in the ear, nipples, and navel, and, Oh my God, there too. Come to Momma, you horse-hung beauty, you. I gotta have me some of that, Baby."

"Photo shoot," Chas answered. "Concentrate, woman. You can keep the pout if you want, but drape yourself on the chaise, please. Back to me. Yes, like that. Robe off your shoulders and look back at me. Yes, just like that. A beautiful woman; soft shoulders, beautiful face, brunette hair flowing down your back."

Click, click went the cameras.

"Okay, same position, but let the robe all the way down to your waist. Beautiful rounded shoulders tapering down to that tiny waist, and glowing, golden tan skin. Right."

Click, click, click.

"Half turn around, now. Show that nice perky tit. Yes, that's nice. Now full around and lean back into the chaise. Arch your back to me; give me a full frontal on those nice tits. Now, fingers to tits and work them. Luscious red nails against the glowing skin and big, pink taut nipples. Wonderful. Make love to the camera."

Click, click, click.

"I'd rather make love to you, Sweet Cakes," Ms. Elisha said, as she blew Chas a kiss. "You're making me all hot and bothered, Honey. Come over here and cool Ms. Elisha off, won't you?"

Chas just laughed. "Now, move your hands slowly down your torso and slit the robe so that we can see the nice long line of your legs in those silk stockings."

Click, click, click.

"Yes, that's nice. That's hot!"

"I sure can see that, honeybun," Ms. Elisha purred. "Don't look now, but you are getting hard. I can take care of that. Although I may need help from the rest of the girls in the show, because I've never seen such a big and thick one."

"OK, now, slowly open the robe the other way. Show the cock."

"Sweetie, Ms. Elisha doesn't like to show Mr. Albert. He destroys the illusion."

"Depends on what impression you want to take. It was a deal. I stripped down, and you show it all."

"Oh, very well," and Ms. Elisha slowly uncovered "her" cock, although then "she" arched "her" back even more, trying to draw the attention of the camera back to the melon-sized breasts that had cost her so much effort and a small fortune to develop.

Chas started clicking away with his handheld camera, coming closer and closer to Ms. Elisha until he was straddling the chaise at the level of her hips and taking close-ups of her beautiful woman's face and those nice breasts.

Ms. Elisha writhed sensually below him. She reached up and took his huge cock in both of her hands. "Ooooh, uncut. And that divine gold ring in the foreskin. Wonderful." She slid the loose foreskin off and on the bulbous head of his cock, and his twelve-incher hardened up and went to thirteen inches as he clicked away with his camera. Some of his shots were straight down his flat belly to the hand job Ms. Elisha was giving him. But then she had those big ruby-red lips opening wide, and she slid the foreskin off the helmet of his cock and took the head in up to the rim and sucked and tongued him there.

Click, click, click.

Chas pulled the robe off her back and turned her over on her belly.

"Up on all fours, he said. Rest the side of your head on the top of the chaise and look into the camera over there. Show it how much you are enjoying this."

He widened the stance of her legs and gave her breasts a little pat, sending them shimmering as they hung down from Ms. Elisha's chest. Her dangling cock could also be seen by the camera. Chas pushed her butt cheeks apart and kissed and tongued her ass hole for a few minutes. She wiggled her butt and sighed and moaned for him.

Click, click, click.

He got out a tube of KY and lubricated her ass real well and then slicked down his own cock with the lubricant. Then he took up an eight-inch length of small beads and attached them to the ring in his cock.

Click, click, click.

"What's that, Sweetie?" she asked.

"Pearls. Every woman loves her pearls."

"Well, I don't . . . Oh, my Gawd!"

He had come up close behind her and entered her to the rim of his glans.

"Oh, you big, big, naughty boy," she moaned. "God, I've never had it this big. And that ring. I can feel that ring. Oh, I love this."

Chas worked his way in four inches. The cameras caught the shine of the ruby-red lipstick encircling his cock head and the beads as they disappeared into Ms. Elisha's ass. Ms. Elisha was writhing around, her tits and cock quavering.

"Ahhh. That ring and those beads," she moaned. "Nobody's given it to me this good." She rotated her butt in appreciation.

Click, click, click.

Eight inches in and Ms. Elisha was moaning and grunting. She had her knees off the chaise now and she was standing on the floor straddling the chaise, her stilettos digging into the carpet, and trying to get her ass canal as open as possible.

Ten inches, and Chas had stopped drilling to do some slow pumping at this depth. Ms. Elisha's tits were jiggling as her chest and belly heaved. He was still holding a good six inches in reserve, and he rotated his cock in her hole, dragging the golden ring and the string of beads around her ass canal walls. She was giving little yipping sounds. Her cock was standing at attention, and she was stroking herself off.