Kissing Dicks For Fun And Profit

As told to Spurtz by Gail

OK, as hard as this may be to believe, some time ago I hit the lottery. I was only 28 at the time and not in a relationship. My payoff was major big time. Even after paying taxes I had enough money to last 20 lifetimes. With a number of really great investments, (I  had a lot of help from people way smarter than me) interest alone was kicking back almost a half a million bucks a year…after taxes!

I was very leery of every guy I met because I never really knew if it was me or were they after my money. I didn’t live lavishly and I’ve tried to keep my financial position on the down low but somehow everybody seemed to know.

I did a lot of world travel for a few years but even that got old after a while. I needed something to do. I came up with the craziest idea you could possibly imagine. I had a real thing for men’s cocks. I was obsessed with them but due to my concerns, I wasn’t getting my fill of dicks.

I had a very good friend named Jill who is a professional photographer and an expert with Photoshop. I told her what my idea was and that I wanted to hire her to help me. She was fully on board.

My plan was to publish a coffee table art book filled with shots of me kissing various men’s cocks. No sucking or licking…just kissing. I didn’t want men coming to my house so we would  be shooting the photos either at the guy’s place or possibly meeting in motels or hotels. Or maybe even renting a studio, which is what we ended up doing after the first couple of sessions. With Jill’s Photoshop expertise, she would splice in various arty or exotic backgrounds, some from all over the world. Imagine an artfully posed photo of me planting a wet juicy kiss on a big erect throbbing cock with the Taj Mahal or maybe the pyramids of Egypt in the background. Or the Eiffel Tower, or the Grand Canyon. The choice of various backgrounds was also unlimited. Thousands of stock photos are available to buy.

I planned to have a dozen or so different wigs, various styles of makeup, and even some exotic masks to wear while posing. Not to hide my identity, but just to add some mystery to the photo. With my money, I didn’t give a shit if anybody recognized me. My name and photo would be on the book as its author in any event, so it would be no secret.

This was back when Craig’s List allowed sex ads, so Jill and I worked up an ad that said that we were looking for well-endowed men to pose for photos of their erect cock while a beautiful woman planted a wet juicy kiss right on their cockhead. No actual sex or fucking was to take place. Interested parties were to reply with photos of their erect pricks.

We were shocked by the response. Within two weeks we had close to 200 replies. As expected, the majority of the submitted photos were of such poor quality that we couldn’t determine if they were what we were looking for or not. And some of the photos made it clear that many men did not know what well-endowed meant. But we were able to cull the submissions down to about thirty guys. I wanted the book to have about sixty photos but thirty was a good start.

Cocks come in many different shapes and colors. I have a certain type I personally like but we decided that we needed to try to include as many different types of cocks as we could, but still use dicks that were attractive.

Jill and I had hashed over what the book’s title should be. We came down to maybe “Penis Worship” or “Cock Worship,” but that didn’t need to be finalized at that point. Jill called the first guy on our list. He was almost too enthusiastic about being chosen. But the bottom line is all guys like to show off their dicks. And the men with really big dicks were even more keen about it.

Ken, our first guy, appeared from his picture to have about eight inches of man meat. We decided to do the photography at his house. From his address we knew he was in an upscale neighborhood and his place wouldn’t be a dump.

When we arrived, Ken looked at me and said, “Aren’t you…”: But before he could finish I said, “No, I’m not her. But I get that all the time.” Once the book was published, he would find out who I really was but at that point I didn’t want to complicate things by revealing my true identity. All of the paperwork and photo releases were handled by Jill and everything was in her name.

Frankly, I was a bit surprised that he thought he recognized me since I was heavily made up with a Cleopatra type look. Jet black wig with bangs and heavy eye makeup. I even had multiple braids in the wig with gold adornments on the end of each braid. (Think of Elizabeth Taylor in the Cleopatra movie.) I also had a tunic style top similar to what you would expect of Cleo herself. I got it at a costume shop. Jill and I had not decided in advance exactly how the photo would be cropped. The idea was that she would take several different shots. Some would be so close that just my head and Ken’s dick would appear while others might go down to below my breasts. There was even some talk of doing some of the shots with me bare-breasted as I do have a pair of world-class tits and don’t mind showing them off.

I could tell Ken was a bit flustered about the whole thing. I don’t think he realized that it was going to be such a complex professional photo setup. Jill had a roll of white paper that was suspended from two stands that provided a background of pure white for the photo. This would make it easier to drop in any background that we wanted. She had professional lighting also set up. Once everything was to her liking she asked Ken to get undressed.

I knew the poor guy was nervous. Here he was in a very non-sexual arrangement with two fully dressed women and was being instructed to get naked and get his dick hard. Jill and I had discussed that under the circumstances our subject might have trouble mounting an erection and we both agreed we would “help” him solve his problem.

Ken peeled off his clothes. He was in his early 30’s and had a very nice athletic build. Even flaccid, his dick was quite impressive and I was looking forward to getting my lips on the head.

Jill went over what she wanted him to do even though it had been discussed before we ever met him. He admitted that he wasn’t sure he could perform to our expectations. Jill told him not to worry and got down on her knees in front of him and took his soft cock in her mouth and started sucking. I knelt next to her and fondled his nuts. Then Jill and I took turns sucking his cock and quickly got the result we wanted. Once Ken was rock hard, I quicky repaired my lipstick to be ready for the photos.

Jill positioned him standing up in front of the white paper backdrop. I got down in front of him and held his now rock hard prick at the base. When Jill gave me the go-ahead, I leaned forward and placed my heavily rouged red lips firmly on one of the nicest dickheads I’d ever seen.

Jill snapped away (do digital cameras actually snap?) taking photo after photo, slightly changing the angle on each one and coming in closer and then backing away. I did notice that Ken’s dick was losing a bit of hardness and mentioned it to Jill and she quickly grabbed his dick and started jerking him off. Once he was fully erect again, she got the last of the photos she needed. Finally, she was satisfied and started packing up her gear.

I could tell Ken was upset. In fact he blurted out, “After getting me all worked up, you’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Jill told him to go ahead and jerk off and that we would both love to see him spurt that big cock. “Can’t I get a bit of help?” Ken wanted to know.

I stepped next to him and grabbed his big meaty dick and started pumping it for all I was worth. It didn’t take long before he was spewing a large load of man juice all over the floor. I milked every last drop of semen out and finally let go. “Happy now?" I asked.

When we got back to the studio Jill and I looked over all the shots and picked out the one we liked best. Jill went to work Photoshopping a stock photo she bought from Getty Images into the photo. It was the Sphinx and two of the Pyramids in Egypt. The overall photo was incredibly sharp and downright beautiful. The detail in Ken’s cock was out of this world. My wet, juicy lips were also beautiful. This was true erotic art, not pornography. At least that’s what Jill and I thought.

It took us almost a year to get all sixty photos. We had to finish off most of the guys, many of whom complained about being left hanging. I actually dated a few of the guys who really appealed to me and they all got more than a handjob.

Once the book was completed, we had no trouble finding a publisher. Due to winning one of the largest lottery jackpots in history, I was somewhat well-known. The subject matter of the book, combined with someone of my celebrity, guaranteed the book would be a success. I wasn’t so sure, but the publishers turned out to be right and the book quickly shot to the top of the New York Times Bestseller List. The title we finally decided on was “Priapus.” Which can be defined as ‘erect penis.’

Since I didn’t need the money, I gave all the profits to Jill. She wanted to know when we could start on the next book. I told her to think about it. As long as cocks were somehow featured, I would be in.

This story is, of course, a fantasy.

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