“Open that ‘Porn’ folder now!” the company Director demanded as I refused his request on first asking.“Why, sir?” I was hoping for some reasonable logic.“Because I say so!” the Director, of what he claimed was an IT company, continued to pressure me. As a developer, I brought my laptop in to showcase the work I have been doing at home. It just happed that ‘Porn’ was alphabetically close to ‘Projects’. The Director spotted it and I guessed it didn’t take much to get him horny.“Do what is right,” a woman whispered into my left ear. For some bizarre reason, the ‘IT’ company was running four interviews simultaneously: one developer and three receptionists.The whisper boosted my stand and I ignored the Director’s direction. I proceeded to go past the ‘Porn’ folder and navigate to the project I intended to show them. This did not go down well with the Director.Pointing at the door, he screamed at me: “Get the fuck out!”The whispering woman helped me to pack-up my stuff: some hardware that I build over a decade ago. Although old technology, it acted as a conversation starter in most job interviews. I shut down the laptop and got ready to leave.The furious director called over the other candidate for the position of receptionist. She had, what I would estimate, a DD-sized chest. This size was too large for my liking, but the Director seemed to be calmed down by her large air-bags. His ‘senior’ engineers called the other two candidates over. I don’t know how they got a senior position by being in their early twenties.I got up and left the boardroom. It was my first time to be thrown out from an interview like that. I guess the Director didn’t like ethical developers to work for him. It was my realisation that he wanted a ‘yes-man’.On the way out I passed the current receptionist returning to her post. I noticed that she was visibly pregnant. We didn’t exchange any pleasantries as she looked pretty grumpy. I couldn’t help but jump to a conclusion of what is happening at this company.“Wait,” a female voice which I didn’t recognise broke my train of thought. I turned around and looked at a woman in her late-twenties. Long flowing brunette hair, slim Side Escort but not athletic body professionally dressed.“I’m sorry,” she continued.“Sorry for what?” I showed genuine confusion.“I’m sorry you got thrown out. But, I’m glad that you showed some ethics. I’m Amanda,” she introduced herself.“Don’t worry about it,” I tried to brush her off.“Come on, let me buy you a coffee,” she began to flirt with me.In the background, the Director screamed for Amanda to get back to the boardroom. This was our cue to get out of hell. We scrambled for our cars; we didn’t know what dirty tricks the Director had up his sleeve.Over the next few weeks, we talked throughout the day over social media. We grew fond of each other. Amanda was a bright, intelligent girl (the way I like them). She didn’t mind my bad puns and my dry humour. We vented our daily troubles to each other. I avoided the physical intimacy topic due to lack of experience.One day, she did something highly unusual: called me on the phone: “Jack, I can’t go home: the road is flooded. Can I visit you for a few hours?” Stunned by the unexpected request, I stumbled over my words. Since the interview, we haven’t seen each other in person. I had to think quickly, my instinct said it was fine. At the time, I had a small, single room garden apartment. The kitchenette was open plan; the bathroom had a standing shower. I had minimal furniture, but sufficient for my solo needs.We were drinking some freshly brewed tea when Amanda spotted my laptop: “Is this the infamous ‘Porn’-folder laptop?”“Yes,” I answered hesitantly.“Are you OK with sharing the contents with me?” she asked.“Yes,” I responded with a blush on my face.The laptop was already running, all I needed was to unlock it. I navigated to the offending folder and opened it. I could see a sense of disappointment registering on Amanda’s face. In the ‘Porn’ folder, I had forty sub-folders. I started my collection over ten years ago when you still could save images and videos. Most of the folders had date-stamp names.She got me to open a “Favourites” sub-folder. In there, she found my tastes in women in the shape manavgat escort bayan of pornography. There were a few ‘loose’ pictures here and there. However, the majority of the images formed a sequence. It was a sequence where the model progressively undressed with each image.Some sequences ended with the model nude in various positions. Other sequences had the model masturbating at the end. A third category involved both a female and a male model interacting with each other.Amanda selected a particular sequence, and asked me: “What is so special about this?”I showed her the sixth image in the sequence.“I find this setup arousing,” I told her. In that image, the female model was nude. She had tan-lines across her A-cup chest and her pubic region. She was cleanly shaven. The male model was only wearing his T-shirt. He appeared to be kissing or licking her left breast. Is right hand was touching her behind, his left hand on her right thigh…“The arousing thing for me is how she is holding his penis, that underhand grip does something for me,” I answered her.She scrolled back to the first picture in the sequence, which showed the female model fully dressed in a pink dress. Next picture introduced the dressed male model, with both his hands on her hips. The third image had the male model with his trousers on the ground, and the female model was squatting. She made eye contact with her partner as she pulled down his underwear to expose an erect penis. Next two images showed her giving him a blowjob, in that pink dress. The sequence showed the image of her holding his penis. Image seven had the model sitting on a counter. Her right leg was bent at the knee, exposing her vagina. He was holding his penis about to penetrate her. The sequence continued through photos of their coitus.I could sense that these images were having an effect on Amanda. She closed the main image and browsed the photographs in their thumbnail format. Through this gallery, Amanda discovered what I liked. She commented on the high number of photos where female models urinated.She scrolled through a particular set of pictures Escort alanya a couple of times. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or doing. I got my answer as she gave me her cell phone.“Jack, take pictures of me similar to this sequence,” she asked stunning me.“Ok… I never photographed nudes, besides selfies” I tried to back out of it.“Come on, It’ll be fun,” she persuaded me.It was still raining outside; natural light was in short supply. I wanted to see if the photographer got aroused by simply taking photos like that. I now got my chance to experience a nude photoshoot.I returned her phone and got a disappointing look. Amanda tried to say something, but I hushed her. From my cupboard, I pulled out a large black cylindrical bag. She got excited again when she realised that I had a camera tripod. The digital camera with optical zoom and a flash completed the setup.I got Amanda to stand in the doorway, as the model did in the picture. The difference was the picture had the door open, mine was closed. Amanda struck the approximate pose and I brazenly approached her. I fine-tuned her pose, by physically moving her fingers, her limbs and her body.“Ooh, am I your life-sized doll?” she teased me.“I hope you don’t mind,” I counter-teased.“Kinky!” she replied implying consent.The photo was taken.“Lift up your T-shirt, to expose the bottom of your bra,” I instructed her.“I can’t do that: I’m your doll,” she countered.I approached her and gently touched her sides. I lifted up her T-shirt as per the image. I got quite aroused getting her into that position. I wasn’t even touching her breasts, just her clothing. It took very little to get me going.Photo captured. Next position got me uncomfortable.“Come on, don’t be shy. I’m your doll, play with me!” she encouraged. I manipulated her left hand to hold up the T-shirt exposing her pink bra. Her right hand was my concern. I had to dip it into her trousers. She gave me an encouraging smile as she allowed me full control of her body. The photo was taken.Next pose was equally uncomfortable, but I was gaining confidence. It called for a scene best described as ‘oops, I dropped my pants’. I showed her the photo so that she can get the facial expression right. I threw her hair over one of her eyes. I manoeuvred her arms, releasing the T-shirt. Downstairs, I carefully unbuttoned her trousers and lowered them to her knees. I was careful not to touch what was not necessary. The photo was taken.