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The Man and the Model Ch. 01

By: freeman64



He was travelling by train which was almost empty, trying to mentally distance himself from his job as an executive at an advertising agency that involved endless presentations, meetings, negotiations and deadlines. Initially it was a stroke of luck if he got to spend weekends with his friends but after a few drunken nights that too proved to be dreary. Being with women made him think of success, future and money. There was not much future since he was an average performer when it came to climbing the social ladder which, in his case, had some steps missing. Hence he preferred to be alone, to be with his imaginative naughty ideas that colored his boredom. Dreaming and conjuring up raunchy situations were his escapism. Once he had seen a movie in which a woman, wearing a skirt, was climbing a ladder followed by a man. That man would have had a hell of a view and that was one ladder he would love to climb. He imagined that he was that man and that the woman was wearing no panties and that he climbed faster and kissed her behind. So went his impish imagination.

Just then a woman with a dreamy expression wearing a red skirt came and sat in front of him, looked at him and smiled pleasantly. She must be 28, he thought but one could never say. Why did she sit opposite him when the train was almost empty? 

He said: "Hi, nice day." 

"Yeah sure. Nice day for a ride," she said with a smile.

"I like to go for long rides and want to spend time being alone. I love to be far from the madding crowd," he said.

"Oh! Am I crowding your loneliness?" she touched her left breast and asked. 

"No, no. I meant my office crowd," he said hurriedly, fearing she would go away.

"Where do you work, if I may ask?"

"I work for an advertising agency," he said.

"Wow. Is that a coincidence! Is that a coincidence! I am a model," she sounded explosive.

"I can see that from your lovely dress and well-maintained body," he said wondering if he was being presumptuous.

"Thanks, but this is not my best dress. Tell me what is your role in the ad agency?"

"I ensure that the ad comes out to the satisfaction of our clients."

"You must have an awful lot of contacts," she said gesturing as if she was throwing down a playing card.

"Yeah, I do," he said, thinking he should hide his hatred for his job as this was one woman that was interested in modelling and so, by extension, in him, too.

"I am Roxy, by the way,' she held out her hand.

"John," he said and shook her hand and felt a bolt of lightning run through his body.

Her legs were sexy as was each and every visible part of her body which made him draw a mental picture of her unseen nooks and crannies.

"Do you want to see my photos,' she said opening a file in her cellphone and handing it over to him. 

She was fast, very fast, he thought as he browsed through her photos and found one that was most erotic. She was in a skimpy, red, dripping wet bikini, her boobs jutting out with her nipples barely covered and her pussy slit bulging and looking like a vertical line. That was mind-blowing and hot as hell, a fact that was acknowledged by his erection. He felt her eyes on him, looked up and their eyes met and stayed locked. They smiled at the same time.

"Which photo did you like?" she asked the inevitable question with a sly smile.

"The red bikini is too sexy and leaves nothing to imagination."

"Thanks. Do you think you could find me some work. I am sorry to ask you, having met you just now. But I am seriously looking for work, something steady and worth the time," she sounded almost apologetic.

"I do have contacts that I can use," he said, hoping to hold her interest and at the same time imagining her nude in his bed.

"Shall I send my photos to you. You can show it to someone who will be interested," she looked at him expectantly.

He gave his phone number and she forwarded the photos.

"Ya, now tell me what are you doing alone on this train?"

"It is my off day. I am returning home after a long ride in the opposite direction. It is nice to be alone with ones thoughts, naughty thoughts. Far from the hectic schedule of deadlines and last minute rush to get the job done."

"What naughty thoughts do you think when you are alone?" there was a hint of mockery in her tone.

He gave a graphic description of the woman climbing the ladder in the movie.

"That is a nice imagination, since you are an ad man you have to think like that. What does my photo in the red bikini make you think?"

"You lie on the beach and I pour champagne on..." he hesitated.

"Go on, don't feel shy..." she encouraged him.

"On your mouth, boobs and pussy."

"That is a hot ad for champagne. I love that."

He nodded. Letting her know he was not involved in the creative side would not serve any purpose right now. 

"You made me hot. What else do you think of?" she blushed.

"I wish I could upload on internet a clip of a woman parting her thighs to show her shaven cunt," his heart was beating loudly.

"Wow. You are something! I never thought you would be capable of having such thoughts since you looked shy and quiet. When do you plan to shoot that?"

"I am yet to find a woman who is willing to do it," he looked at her meaningfully.

"Are you... hey ... you think I will do it," she asked pointing a finger at herself.

"I never said that. But it would be fun to do that."

"It is a horny thing though. You really got me all hot, but what purpose would it serve?"

"Well, I want to do something like that to escape from reality that gives me nothing but stress. It is like cocking a snook at the people around me and telling them, hey! I have done something and you know nothing about that."

"Hmm not a bad idea. Do you want me to do it?" she asked. 

All the while people were getting into the train and getting off but the ad man and the model were oblivious to their surroundings, lost in their steamy conversation.

"I am not forcing you, but if you are willing we can have a go at it. Of course, we won't show your face."

"Hmm, ya. I am all for it," she looked around. The train was almost empty once again. 

"Remove your panties. We have to finish shooting before people get in," he told her, his heart beating like a drum. Was she wearing panties? he wondered. 

She looked around nervously and slid both her hands into her skirt and out came her red panties which she stuffed into her purse. 

"Do as I tell you," he said, taking out his camera. 

He focused on the buildings pass by and then lowered the camera into the train, showing her legs and slowly raised it and held it level with her thighs.

"Spread your thighs slowly and keep doing that till your pussy lips also spread open," he said.

She parted her thighs in slow motion and spread them wider as he watched her clean shaven vertical slit pop open, revealing her petals. She was wet and hence her lips opened wide readily, he assumed.

"Just close and open your thighs twice slowly," he said and held his camera tight on the splendor between her thighs. As she closed her thighs the second time, he stopped recording.

"That was a great sight," he said and slid his camera into his pants as the train pulled up at a station and people got into the train.

"I get down at the next station, do you want to have a drink with me?" he asked her thinking that she could fill his empty bed tonight. 

"Sure," she said, looking out of the window quietly as if trying to hide from the people what happened just then.

At the next station they got down and walked out.

"I live nearby, come with me so that you can see what I shot and maybe we can upload it."

She nodded. "I feel nervous, you know, and a bit scared. How could you do all that coolly?"

"I was planning that for quiet a while, even the camera angle. I have been rerunning it in my mind, so it went without a hitch."

They reached his apartment and he immediately took out his camera and showed her the clip.She looked at it and smiled and adjusted her hair on her head.

"It looks fine and nothing to link it to me, right?" she asked

"Ya, no face, only lovely pussy," he said offering her a coke.

"I was aroused and soaking wet all the while we were on the train. That is why my lips opened easily. Also, I used a dildo to pleasure myself while taking a shower just before I took the train," she explained.

"You have a lovely smooth pussy that opened like a flower," he said and took her hand and kissed her lips gently.

She opened her mouth to take in his exploring tongue and shuddered as his chest brushed against her breasts. He grabbed her pantyless ass and rubbed his hard-on on her mound and rocked himself against her. He pushed her onto the couch and she raised her legs showing what he captured on the camera. Her pussy lips opened again and he devoured her like a hungry wolf, slurping and biting her clitoris, lips, vulva and rear bud as the aroused model watched.

He stood up and unbuttoned his pants and let out his penis which uncoiled itself like a 7 inch long snake. Her mouth struggled to accommodate his fullness but he was gentle and did not force himself into her. She licked his hood, his long stem, bit his base and then mouthed his balls in a style which revealed expertise which she must have gained from experience. He sat on the couch and watched as she removed her skirt and stood nude except for her bra which was inadequate to cover her struggling boobs. She squatted over him and let her cunt touch his hood and slid it in slowly without sitting on his thighs. His manhood went in and out several times as they kissed with a measured passion, savoring their saliva and feeling each other's breath and smell. Then she started bouncing on him holding his shoulders as he caught her narrow hips. After a few thrusts, he stood up and lifted her by holding her ass and took her to a chair and placed her on it. She held her legs apart as he knelt and shoved himself in and out of her, taking his cock out fully and plunging in again. She screamed as he repeated this and this egged him on to pound her pussy more vigorously and deeply. 

"I am coming," she moaned and grabbed his ass and held him as he rode her and shot his steaming silver arrow of sex juice into her pulsating pussy. 

Satisfied and sweating profusely and smiling at each other, they realized they had found a perfect partner in each other. The fluid rhythm in their first encounter made them feel they had been making love for many years. He lifted her and took her to the bathroom where he turned on the shower to wash away the sweat. Standing under the falling water, they kissed while their hands cupped their asses and they brushed their bodies together as they swayed to an unheard piece of soft music.

Later lying nude in bed, he uploaded the clip on the internet.

"I got friends to whom I will send this link and let us see how many views we get," he said.

"It is a horny thing to do and all that. But in what way will it help me? I can't go about saying that is my pussy, give me work. Can you introduce me to someone who will give me a photo shoot or something. Don't get me wrong. I am not using you..."

"Wait. I used you by making you do that thing on the train. Well, if we can help each other mutually, is there any using or manipulation? I need a woman in bed and I wanted to upload a sexy clip and I found you and now you want me to help your career. I see nothing wrong in that."

Suddenly, she began weeping uncontrollably. He remembered someone telling him that a fool is born every time a woman weeps or did he read it somewhere? 

"I am 26 and have no career. I left home and can't go back and I have done no work as yet. I just got laid by three photographers and was left high and dry. I find it difficult to make both ends meet. and I let the 50-year-old landlord creep screw me once a week so that I can stay in his house. When I saw you on the train, I thought something would work out... I am not a whore... I thought maybe I could spend a night with you and get some money or some favor. That is the whole truth," she finished. 

"I am sorry. But we don't have to discuss anything further. I have friends and I can fix something for you. Now, put on a smile and let's sleep and we will check how many guys have seen your pussy on in the morning," he said and switched off the lights.

-

The Man and the Model Ch. 02



Next morning, John, the lonely advertising man, woke up and admired the sleeping curvaceous model whom he had met on the train and befriended the previous day. John wanted to check how many people had seen the sexy video clip of her parting her thighs that they had uploaded on the internet. Without waking her up, he slipped out of the bed and opened his laptop and proceeded to see the number of hits of their video. There were only a disappointing 15. He had sent it to friends and if they liked it they would forward it to others and...

"Hey, good morning. How many hits?" she asked, standing nude behind him.

"15. Don't worry, there will be more soon," he tried to console her as she rubbed her thighs on his back.

"That was just fun. Nothing will come out of that. What I want is a chance to meet someone who will give me work, " she said playing with his hair.

"I know a photographer who may be of help," he said thinking of his friend James.

"Can you introduce me to him today, if possible?"

"Ya. I will try," he said and went to the bathroom thinking she was fast, unabashed and manipulative, asking him favors without a moment's hesitation. 

Later when he emerged from the bathroom she offered him a glass of orange juice.

"Can I stay here with you? I mean move here, bring my things. I don't want to see that landlord anymore," she said.

Here was another move on the chessboard. How could she come up with ideas and suggestions nonstop?

"Ya, sure. There is a spare key which I can give you. Feel free to move in," he smiled, kissed her and left for work.

He needed to think about this woman. Was she taking advantage of him? He must have felt something amiss when she was prepared to do a sexy video on the train with him soon after they met. Of course, she was using him! The only consolation was that she was not lying, hopefully, and was quiet straightforward about her life. Now, what would he lose if he introduced her to his photographer friend or let her stay with him? He needed a woman at home, someone whom he could fuck at will instead of trying to hook up with someone at work or at a bar. So he decided to let nature take its own course.

During lunch he got a message from her saying she had brought her things to his apartment and hoped to see him in the evening.

That reminded John that he should speak to James about Roxy. He found James discussing a photo shoot with a client and waited till it got over and told him briefly about Roxy, sparing him the details about their living together etc. James said he was ready to meet her and John sent a message promptly to Roxy to meet them at a bar in the evening.

Later at the bar after the warm-up conversation, Roxy showed James her photographs and he appeared frankly impressed. Roxy was sitting between John and James and had her hand on the new acquaintance's thighs. Oblivious to that, James browsed the photographs as John noticed Roxy trying to cozy up to James. 

"I like the pics. You have a nice body. Let me see what I can do," James said and excused himself to go to meet a friend who saw him and raised his glass in a hello.

"Oh Roxy, I forgot to tell you, he is gay," John said.

"Oh, god! Why didn't you tell me before. Did I make a fool of myself?"

"No, he is cool. Don't let it worry you." he told her as James returned.

"Give me time, I will work out something," James told Roxy and they had one more drink and parted.

When John and Roxy were on their way home, she asked again: "Do you think I acted silly?"

"No, You merely touched his thighs and that happens a lot," he took her hand and squeezed it. He should never expect her to be restrained in making friends or offering sex to come up in life, he told himself.

Lovemaking that night was normal: he mounted, pounded, poured and they went to sleep.

-

Next morning when they were having breakfast, a call from James came as a surprise to them. He wanted to meet Roxy and shoot some photographs. She was so excited and kissed John, thanked him and prepared to go to the photo shoot.

At office, Carrie the secretary of the boss, met John and exchanged a few words of gossip which was their frequent routine. Who was sleeping with who, who couldn't have an erection and who was frigid. She was a bit plump, nice, always smiling and comfortable to have around as she would giggle at whatever was said whether it was a joke or not. 

"Heard James is shooting with a new model," she said in a secretive tone which he found amusing.

"Really, where?" that must be Roxy he thought but acted surprised to keep the informer in good humor. 

"Not here, I presume at his house," she whispered back.

They spoke for a few more minutes and John left for his room. Carrie was friendly, sometimes overdoing it and her behavior almost bordered on being nosy. Rumor had it that the boss was banging her, among the other women he had. She was just a snack for the boss. But as far as John and Carrie were concerned, there had been nothing more than a friendly drink now and then. He had thought of sleeping with her when he would get desperate, imagining taking her from behind which was big and round. but now after Roxy had walked into his life, he brushed such thoughts under the dirty carpet of his mind.

He didn't hear from Roxy till 4 in the evening when she messaged him that her work was over and she would be waiting for him at the house. She looked tired but happy and after dinner, which he had bought, she stripped and lay on him, taking his erection inside her wet pussy. He held her ass and raised himself to meet her tired vagina and after a few thrusts, the dull ritual was thankfully over. 

Almost immediately, he heard her steady breath and watched TV for sometime before falling asleep.

For the next two days she left for the shoot with James, apologizing to John that she couldn't spend more time with him or give him quality sex. John assured her everything was fine and all that mattered now was her career.

The third day, she was very happy as James had assured her that he would show her photographs to his boss and other contacts he had. That night they drank wine and sex was amazing, She sucked him wildly and raunchily and sat on him and roared her way to orgasm. After another round of wine, he took her from behind, grabbing her hair and slapping her ass till it turned red. 

Lying by his side she drawled drunkenly: "I want your boss to like me and give me work, John. You and James have been great. I wish I could give you and James a thank-you fuck." 

Before he could reply, she was asleep. What the hell, he thought, that was a great fuck! 

Next morning he left for work and met James who said he had given Roxy's photos to the boss. The whole day went by without any message from Roxy and when he returned home, she was not there. He had no idea where she would have gone and her phone was switched off. He called James who said he had not heard from Roxy.

He woke up next day almost expecting to see Roxy lying next to him, but emptiness had returned to its rightful and favorite place next to him in his bed. Her leaving was unimaginable as things were going her way at present, she had no misgivings and finally her suitcase was there. 

At office, Carrie buttonholed him and whispered: "Do you know something? The boss is not here today. I heard he is shacked up with the new model."

John was aghast. New model meaning Roxy? Shacked up with the boss. He knew she was fast, but...

He put the question to James. 

"No, man. I tell you, I gave the photos to the boss and that is it. I never took her to meet him," James said.

There was no reason why James should lie and none for Carrie also. Carrie spoke to car drivers, lift operators and almost anyone one could imagine. Her information should be correct. In the absence of any other plausible explanation or phone calls from Roxy, he assumed she was with the boss.

-



The Man and the Model Ch. 03



The advertising man John was pretty upset at not hearing from the sexy model Roxy whom he chanced upon on the train. It was the second day since Roxy left without telling him where she was going, leaving him wondering about her whereabouts. The only information he got was from Carrie, the secretary of the boss and the office gossip, that the boss was sleeping with a new model, meaning Roxy. 

On the way to office, John replayed in his mind how he met Roxy, their shooting a sexy video and uploading it on the net, their love-making and her photo shoot with James, his friend. Then James had shown the photographs to the boss. Maybe the boss had liked the photos and wanted to meet Roxy. In that case James would have known that the boss wanted to meet Roxy, but James had said he had no idea where Roxy was.

At office, Carrie met him with the same bit of gossip; that the boss was away for the second day fucking the brains out of the new model. Whether the 55 year-old boss could fuck the brains out of someone was anyone's guess, he thought. 

"Hey, John what are you doing this evening?" Carrie asked with a sly smile.

He loved the fat ass of this chubby woman, maybe in her late 30s, and had often thought of using her on a rainy day, which appeared to be today, in the absence of Roxy. 

"Nothing much," he said.

"I was thinking of a drink and ..." she winked.

"Yeah, I was thinking on similar lines," he said and smiled at her, all the while thinking of Roxy.

There was no message from Roxy till evening and that made John desperate and worried at the same time. Had she walked out of his life without a word? Her suitcase was still in his house and she had to return to get that. Roxy had the spare key and what if she found him and Carrie in bed in case she returned suddenly? Well, if she could sleep with the boss, could he not have a fling with the secretary? She had not made a secret of her using her sexy body to get things done with her landlord and photographers. Anyway there was no commitment between them as they had met recently and the relationship was symbiotic. He craved for her young and willing body and she was desperate for a single foothold in the elusive modelling world. Hence there was no scope for any heartbreak there. 

"Shall we go?" asked Carrie as he prepared to leave. 

They bought some dinner and reached John's house where he promptly took out glasses and poured whiskey and gave it to Carrie. Her eyes roamed around the living room as she sipped the drink. There was no hint of romance in the air, as there would have been on a first sex encounter between two who have known each other for some time. Carrie went towards the bedroom, still drinking from her glass and John followed her with the bottle and glass. She lay on the bed and John went to the bathroom to wash his face and when he returned found her sitting nude. He sat by her side and they drank. 

"The boss is a bastard," she said, as the drink began to course through her veins. She continued: "I am not sexy, that is obvious. The boss makes me suck his cock once in a while. There are times I wished that he would at least fuck my ass. He hardly takes me to bed or on screwing vacations. That he does with his modelling bitches who know how to hard sell their tight cunts. Every time I need a man, I have to find someone like you who is willing to do it for a night. The guys in the office know how the boss uses me and no one wants to date me or fuck me."

He poured another drink for them and stripped and lay next to her. The drink and Carrie's talk had stirred him to an erection. Carrie touched his rising manhood and cupped his loaded balls as he fingered her shaggy bush which she never shaved, maybe because she never got a chance to display it or because there were not many to lick her. A pussy that got licked often would either be trimmed or clean shaven, he thought. They finished their drink and he kissed her boobs and turned her around and propped her on her fours. Kneeling behind her, his erection found her wet eager opening between her bush and slid in easily. Her left hand was strumming her clitoris as he lunged in deep into her cunt, thinking of the stunning sexy pussy of Roxy. With his eyes closed, he grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her fat rump with his other as he rode her. She moaned and egged him on to rough ride her and he feverishly slapped and pummeled her. She bucked and groaned as his lunging touched a peak. Grabbing her boobs from behind, he emptied his two days' stock of semen into her widened chasm of hot flesh. That was it, an official, relieving and frustrated fuck that served both their purposes. 

He poured another round of drinks for them and she went on with her office gossip as if the sex had been a dictation the boss had given her, a tiresome ritual. 

"Tell me how you get all these information," he posed her a question he had always wanted to ask her.

"Guys like the driver and other errand boys go everywhere and see everything. People are too stupid not to keep their mouths on a leash when these guys are around. For the rich bastards and bitches these guys are lowlife. But these are the people who carry stories everywhere. I flirt with these guys. I let the lift boy brush his cock against my ass and the drivers get to see my boobs often. These are inducements for them to talk to me. The more they see and rub, they more they talk. And my job is to spread the dirty lowdown on these rich ugly dicks and cunts, 'cause I too am like these guys in the eyes of the boss and his cunts," she finished outlining her modus operandi and giving vent to her pent-up frustration.

He understood her driving force and thought he should be careful with her; not a woman to rub the wrong way. They ate dinner while watching TV and he fell asleep soon.

The next morning, he woke up and as expected found that Carrie had gone. He too left for office after finding that there were no messages from Roxy and that her cellphone was still switched off.

Carrie was not at her desk and he asked the girl, who was her replacement, whether the boss had come to office and she replied in the negative. That pissed him off further. For three days his boss was fooling around with Roxy and still no sign of the two. 

Around 3 p.m. he received a message from Roxy asking him if she can come to his house.

John felt relieved that she was safe and, at the same time, angry that she had dumped him unceremoniously, but replied with a decent "sure".

In a relationship like this where there was no question of being tied down, all was fair. He would like to hear her story, he told himself as he left office.



The Man and the Model Ch. 04



John found a tired and upset Roxy sitting on the sofa in his house. She vainly tried to put on a smile and offered him a glass of whiskey which he took and sat next to her.

"First, I have to apologize that I did not tell you where I was going. When James sent the photographs to the boss, I managed to add my phone number when he was not looking. The photos were nice and ..." she began but John interrupted her.

"Sexy and nude..." John said sarcastically.

"Revealing... tight bikinis etc. I got a call from the boss saying he wanted to meet me. And I went to the address he gave and didn't have time to message you," she said.

"And the bastard fucked your brains out, right?" John asked.

"He is not so... virile and ..."

"Please give me graphic details. don't hold back now," John asked downing his drink.

"He stuck to licking and sometimes he would put it in," she said glancing at John to gauge his reaction.

"Then why the long face if he loved eating your pussy? I am sure he would have offered you a chance to do some modelling."

"Everything was going fine till he got a phone call from someone called Carrie. Then he was very furious and asked me if I was sleeping with you and when I said yes, he asked me to leave."

Everything fell in place now for John. The fat ass secretary Carrie, who had the hots for him, genuinely wanted to be laid, and when she came to his house and saw a woman's clothes and a suitcase, she became inquisitive. She saw Roxy's photos on his cellphone. Carrie would have forwarded Roxy's photos to her own phone and later would have showed it to her sources to find out whether the model with the boss was Roxy. When her hunch proved true, she had passed on the information to the boss, knowing fully well he would not sleep with someone being screwed by those on his payroll. What a bitch the nosy Carrie was! He must have drilled her asshole when he had the chance. 

"The boss and I are not on good terms and don't see eye to eye on many things. It is humiliation for the boss to eat what I had fucked," he told her, avoiding any mention of Carrie being with him.

"But why should the secretary rat on me? And how did she know I was with you?" asked an inquisitive Roxy.

Now was the time to tread cautiously, John thought and said: "She is the office gossip and has sources everywhere. Her job is to know everything and to spread tales. Did you speak about us when you were doing the photoshoot with James."

"Yes. I told him how nice you were and how you helped me."

"Was anyone else there at that time?" 

"Hmmm, yes. James had an assistant, you know, helping him with the lights etc."

"Aha! Carrie talks to guys like that assistant. She would have let him see her boobs and touch them and got information from him about you and me."

After an uneasy pause she asked: "What happens now? I don't know how you feel about me after all this. Do you want me to leave?".

"Roxy, you told me the truth about yourself and how you use your body to get things done. So, I don't expect you to be loyal to me. I was a bit upset that you slept with the boss, but now I feel ok. I need a woman in my bed and that is it. So the arrangement continues. You can stay here," he said but couldn't manage a smile.

"Thanks, John. I am tired, do you mind if I go to bed?" she asked.

John nodded and later when he joined her in bed found her fast asleep.

----

Two days went by with Roxy preparing breakfast for John and waiting for him to come back from work. Sex was far from both their minds, though he was aroused in her presence and watched her ass when she bent to pick up something. Conversation hinged on news, weather, food and movies. Slowly John sensed he was warming up to her and her sexiness which she would dangle in front of him. 

The third day evening, John was in bed and checking the video they shot in the train that they uploaded on the net and found there were more hits. There was a comment from someone named 'Slitdog' that her slit was yummy and that he would love to photograph her if she was interested. John showed it to her. She lay in front of him and read it and they smiled for the first time after she returned from her escapade.

"Do you want to talk to him?' John asked.

"Do you mind if I do?" she asked timidly.

"Look, I told you it is ok. Go ahead and mail him, maybe he could find you some work," John touched her hand and pressed it.

She replied to Slitdog's email thanking him for the comment and asking him whether he was a photographer. 

Slitdog messaged back immediately saying he was a photographer and would love to work with her. They exchanged details about each other as John watched her from behind, surprised to see his cock stir inside his boxers. He wondered whether he was behaving like a pervert, watching her flirt with other men and asking her to be with other men. He realized it was the boss episode that irritated him and not her using her sex on others. Slowly he rubbed his erection against her ass and she hiked her skirt up to reveal her pantyless rear. He let out his manhood and slid it between her willing thighs as she continued the chat which was bordering on sexual preferences and positions in which she would love to pose. She was telling the man that she would love to sit on a swing chair wearing a bikini and he asked if she would do nude modelling. John's penis was throbbing and raring for action and, sensing this, Roxy raised her left leg enabling him to enter her wet and hot vagina. Holding her hip he lunged into her as she replied to the photographer that she was reluctant to do nude shoots. As the heat escalated, she pushed John flat on bed and rode his sturdy meat, kissing him and biting his neck and chest till they reached their combined climax in carnal convulsions . As they lay limp side by side, they realized how much they needed each other. 

"Why did you say no to nude modelling. That is one way to be seen more often and by more number of people. Guys, and sometimes women, prefer a pretty pussy to just a pretty face" he said.

"John, If you won't feel bad, I will say yes to nude stuff," she looked at him and smiled.

"My erection rubbing your ass should have made it clear that I have no problems with that. Your sex chat and positions that you discussed with him made me really hard. No jealousy there. The boss is a different matter, he is a bastard whom I hate. I don't mind nude posing," he said.

"Then Slitdog is bound to fuck me," she said.

"That is expected and can't be avoided Roxy. I mean, in case it helps your career, it is ok, " he paused and asked "Am I talking like a pervert? Encouraging you to use your pussy and in the process getting aroused?" he asked feeling that his equation with her was returning to normal. 

"I don't know if you are a pervert. I just don't care if you are. I have never been in a position to think and discuss such things. I am worried about money, career and future," she said with sadness coloring her apprehension.

Her view put an end to the topic effectively. Meanwhile Slitdog had sent a message asking her to meet him at his house where they would do the shoot. 

The next day Roxy left to meet Slitdog and John went to work, thinking of her with the photographer and the various erotic poses. All day John was obsessed with Roxy and went through his daily routine as if in a trance. She sent him a few messages now and then saying the shoot was fine and she was having lunch. When John returned home she was waiting for him, dressed in a shirt and nothing else. 

"How was your day with Slitdog?" he asked, feeling a stir in my pants.

"Hmm nice. He is talented and has lots of contacts. We began with bikini pics, then wet bikinis and then just wet shirts. I posed on a swing chair and spread my thighs and raised them high in the air," she said and paused as he sat next to her and slid his hands between her thighs.

"What about nude pics," he asked.

"Ya, they came later. He wanted me nude and wet on the floor with a hibiscus flower covering my pussy. Then he replaced the flower with a shell, a conch and a leaf. I bent over, holding a small hat covering my ass. These were different pics and the rest were usual ones."

"Did he fuck you," he asked eagerly still playing with her pussy.

"Ya, after the nude shoot, he took me on the floor. Just once," she said searching his face for a hint of anger but he was smiling.

"Did you two enjoy it."

"No It was more like a dessert, a much expected end. There was no passion, believe me John." 

"Oh! Roxy. it is fine whichever way it was. So what does he propose to do with the photos?"

"He said he would get back to me in two days. Maybe he will sell it to some magazines or website."

She was too tired to think of sex and they just exchanged kisses and indulged in spooning.

Two days later when John returned home, Roxy was glum. 

"Hey Roxy, cheer up. What happened?" he asked hugging her.

"Slitdog showed the pics to a rich man and ... and the rich man wants me to go with him on a vacation. I think Slitdog doubles up as a pimp," she finished and looked at him.

"Cool. just stay cool. What is the deal?" 

"I just go with the man where ever he goes on vacation and hang around with a wine glass and bikini and keeping my cunt open and hot for him whenever his horny rich dick needs it. I will be paid, too."

"Hey Roxy babe, this looks nice to me. Come on, cheer up. Honestly I would take up the offer if a rich woman wanted me to do this. What's wrong in that? You can move around in high circles and maybe some rich guy might want you as mistress."

"Are you making fun of me, John?"

"Hey honey, let's be serious, ok? You have a hot body that men lust for... use it. Think it over. I wouldn't let the chance go. You can also do modelling with Slitdog if you strike a deal on that, too. Tell him you can be with the rich man if he does more shoots of you and gets the photos published somewhere." 

"I will think about that. What about you?'

"Oh. You can always meet me whenever you want or can. I am cool with the idea. There is no need for you to feel guilty or that you are ditching me. There is no breakup, ok." he said.

She hugged him and they stayed glued for a few minutes. 

Two days later she packed up and was ready to leave. 

"John, thanks for everything and for understanding me and standing by me," she appeared sad and on the verge of tears.

"Come on Roxy. Have a nice time and keep me updated on what is happening. we can have a rocking time when you return." he said.

After she left, he told himself that he felt like a pervert, allowing a woman to sleep with others and enjoying listening to the steamy details. But he also thought this was better than a woman cheating on him and screwing the whole city on the sly. 

Two days later Roxy sent him an email: "I am in a penthouse. He is not a rich old man, but a 45-year-old rich man. I am having a good time, real fun. Lazing around swimming pool in a bikini and a drink. Miss you."

"Am sure he will keep your pussy busy. Do send more updates for this pervert," he replied.

some days later, Roxy's message brought a smile to his face: "Hey John. I met lots of guys and women. One woman in her early forties is very close to me. She admires my ass, felt my boobs and pussy. She is badly in need of a guy like you. I have her email and I have told her about you. Interested? "

"Yes," he said.

Life, as they say was looking up and it was not a bitch. He imagined that soon he would be in the company of that woman and Roxy, maybe both together if the gods smiled on him.

ENDS