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The Glamour

By: mysteriouslord



Authors note: special thanks go to Angel Love, my editor.

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It was a dark, hot and humid night. Anne leaned over the banister on the patio to catch the soft humid breeze floating past her cheeks. She glanced up at the old gnarled oak tree in the garden and could not help thinking of what the shop keeper in the village had told her that afternoon. She could not prevent a cold shiver running up her spine.

Anne had just bought the old mansion house to get away from the stress and bustle of city life. She was a financial advisor and had made a lot of money in the city, but the job did not satisfy her. In her spare time she followed other pursuits, which engrossed her. She had never been interested in relationships. Her job and wealth were the only things that mattered. Now she had enough money, she wanted to explore new things. She wanted to remain active but also settle down. She had written a few pieces for Literotica in her spare time and gotten good reviews, and this encouraged her to continue. But Anne felt she needed a breakthrough and wanted to write her best work. Maybe this would be her stepping-stone to a wonderful new life! 

Anne had felt very fortunate to be able to buy the old mansion. She was pleasantly surprised when she heard the asking price which for her was cheap and immediately settled the contract. Somehow the place had radiated an aura, which attracted her, but she could not place it in any logical context. After she heard what the shop keeper told her, she wondered desperately if she had made a mistake in buying the house.

The man had a pleasant way about him and after verifying that she if she was indeed the new owner of the old mansion, he drew her by the arm to the back of the shop and spoke to her in a soft whisper as if he expected someone to overhear; "Be careful around that house my dear!" 

When she had asked why he smiled sadly and whispered, "Some things are better left unsaid; but suffice to say, that people can have things happen to them there, terrible things! He looked as if he wanted to say more but someone had come in and he had walked quickly back to the counter leaving her nonplussed.

All day she tried to imagine what he meant by those "terrible things" and now leaning over the banister, hearing the eerie rustle of the leaves in the humid darkness she suddenly did not feel comfortable at all.

She went inside and turned on all the lights and inspected the house once more to appease her fears. It looked very appealing with its big bedroom overlooking a wonderful garden, its orate ceiling and chandeliers in mint condition, a beautiful kitchen with all the mod cons, and a lovely lounge area with an open hearth for those cold winter nights. Only the huge cellar beneath the house needed work, but she would have time enough to finish that.

"I am very fortunate," she thought to herself, "and I shouldn't be listening to old coots telling me village rumours. It's 2006 for God's sake!" 

She felt a lot better, took a long hot bath, went to bed and slept fitfully.

The next morning Anne felt much better. She had slept well and felt refreshed as she admired her slender tanned body with perky upturned breasts. She mouthed a kiss to herself in the mirror and laughed inwardly as she combed her lustrous long black hair, thinking, "The man who finally gets this body, will have to really impress me!"

She had never cared for relationships in the past; no one could hold her interest for long, especially after the one she loved had suddenly died. She did not dwell on that but now lived for her fantasies, which took her further than any man (or woman for that matter) could. But she was someone who always kept her emotions in check, afraid of the unknown; she did not encourage anyone to get close to her.

She knew she had to change, but could not think of any situation that might instigate that.

Anne had just had a shower and was combing her hair when the doorbell rang. Dressed in her robe she went downstairs and opened the door.

The man who was standing there took her breath away; dark and very handsome with eyes that almost seemed to see right through her. He smiled brilliantly.

" Hello, I'm the local vicar, and I've just come to bring you a lovely pie my wife made to welcome you in our midst!" 

Anne stammered, "O . . . oh th . . . thank you. Won't you come in?"

Inwardly Anne cursed herself for losing self-control. "My God he's married!" she thought to herself as she brought the pie to the kitchen.

Anne asked, "Would you like some coffee?" 

The vicar sat down on an old leather lounge chair before saying, "This place has a history you know." He looked at her penetratingly and added, "Didn't you notice?" 

Flustered, but not willing to admit to anything, Anne answered, " I know it's old, so it should have a history shouldn't it?"

"Yes," the charming vicar sighed crossing his legs. "Did you know that this house was built on a site used for very powerful pagan worship hundreds of years ago? It's rather unique you know." He looked at her curiously and asked, "Why did you buy it?" 

Anne refused to rise to any bait and said flatly, "It was cheap." 

"Yes," the handsome vicar said again, "Money is a good motive." 

Anne replied sarcastically, "That's strange coming from a vicar! I thought spiritual matters were more important to people like you!" 

He smiled at her, making her weak at the knees and kept her gaze till she broke it off. " I'm not that kind of vicar," he said. "I' m what you might call an Elemental Vicar."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I keep ancient traditions alive. Come to my church sometime and you will see what I mean Anne."

He stood, and said, "I must go now. It's been very nice meeting you. Enjoy the pie. My wife made it especially for you! And you are special, did you know that?"

Butterflies started flapping in her belly when he said those words; ones no one had said to her in that way for a long time; except John of course, but he was gone.

"Yes Vicar, if you say so," she muttered. Somehow his charm made her feel less than him. Through the window she watched his frame disappearing into the distance for some time.

Anne decided to not allow her disconcerting but fascinating meeting with the vicar to upset her plans for the morning. She would concentrate on her writing completely and not allow herself to be distracted by anything. Nothing mattered more now than writing her masterpiece!

But first she would have breakfast and drink the coffee the Vicar did not want. The pie looked very scrumptious so she cut a big slice and ate hungrily. It tasted marvellous, bursting with delicious red fruits and she could not resist taking another slice. Before Anne knew it she had eaten all of it!

"Now Anne, you have really done it! No more food for today!" she admonished herself. She had always taken pride in her figure, not wanting herself to get plump in any way. From a small age she had lived by the adage that a healthy figure is a healthy mind and had followed it through till today. 

Now she was sitting behind her computer, with an empty screen waiting for the first words of her new novel to come to her. The cursor flashed but nothing happened. She had to concentrate! She closed her eyes, letting her mind go blank and started to write. Words appeared onto the screen. She did not read them, but inspiration came to her in waves. She did not consciously see or feel the words she was typing. She was typing and was happy to do so - finally! Words flowed, flawlessly from her fingers, faster than she could think. She felt outside of it all. 

The only thing she noticed or felt was a deep low sounding drone in her head and a feeling of warm emptiness in her loins, like the feel one has going down on a roller coaster. Only now the feeling was concentrated all around her sex between her legs. She enjoyed the feeling and rode with it, all the time seeing her words flow over the computer screen, but not being aware of what they meant. 

After a time the feeling of sexual pressure became so overwhelming, she had to touch herself, to somehow fill up the emptiness in her loins. She stopped typing and spread her thighs to bring her hands down to herself. She touched her thin panties and felt an enormous wetness there, wetness she had never experienced. Shocked she looked down and saw what she had done to the seat of the chair. As she rose to clean it up quickly and looked up at the screen, she saw what she had written. Her breath stopped in her throat!

Never in her wildest dreams had she been able to imagine the despicable sexual acts depicted in the enormous quantity of pages she had unconsciously written. Acts describing in lurid detail the wanton and perverse sex between her and the vicar, not to mention other unknown "players." Although she was enormously shocked, Anne could not tear her eyes away form the screen. So absorbed was she that she didn't realise that she had been rubbing herself furiously while she was reading until she felt herself Cumming powerfully through her soaking wet panties. 

" My God!" she thought, "what's happening to me??"

She forcefully shoved herself off the chair with her arms and switched the computer off. Standing there, helpless with cum running down her legs, she cried out in frustration. But the thoughts of the Vicar doing unspeakable things to her did not leave her, but instead they intensified. In her minds' eye she could feel his eyes burning into her as he was doing things to her while she pleaded for more and more. Her cunt was getting wet again and she felt her clit.

"Mmmmmaaaaaahhhhhh I'm a slut!" she murmured to herself. "Fuck me vicar! Stick your fuckstick in my cunt!" all the while rubbing herself to oblivion.

A small voice inside her protested. "This is all wrong. Something is going on and I have to find out before I go mad!!" 

Before she could let another thought in, she rushed to the shower, undressed as quickly as possible and let the ice cold water hit her body. Slowly her wild thoughts dissipated and she began to think clearly again.

Under the shower, the cold stream kept her head steady and she thought of the shopkeeper who had warned her. She would have to pay him a visit and possibly he could shed more light on what was happening to her. She had to find out!

As quickly as possible she dressed and had a stiff drink, hoping it would keep the wild thoughts at bay. Taking the car she sped to the shop and luckily it was open. Anne rushed inside and saw the shopkeeper. She dragged him to the back. 

"Hey lady, what are you doing?" he protested.

She looked at him and whispered as menacingly as she could, "Look here, what you told me yesterday, I need to know more!" 

He looked at her and suddenly a knowing look spread over his face. "You've had a visit from the Vicar I think . . . 

" Yes!" Anne hissed, "Now tell me what he has done to me!"

"I have to be careful," the old man said, "the Vicar mustn't find out that I've been talking to you; understand?"

"Of course," Anne placated him, "I have a problem now and only you can help me. Of course I won't tell!"

"You're getting strange urges?" He asked.

Anne looked down ashamed. "Yes" she murmured, " terrible ones! Please help me."

" He's made you a glamour," the man said. 

"A glamour? The only thing I got was a pie; which I ate!" 

"You ate it all??"

"Yes," said Anne, "it was lovely!"

"Lovely indeed," the shopkeeper said sarcastically. " You ate the glamour!"

"What's a glamour?" 

"Have you lost anything lately?" the man asked.

Yes, a pearl handled comb. I left my bag in the kitchen while viewing the house and since then I haven't seen it anywhere!" 

"It must have been the realtor," he said. "They are all in on it you know." 

"What is a glamour?" Anne persisted.

"They use a personal article or piece of you and weave their spells around it and . . . "

A customer had come in and was looking at them.

"Get out now!!" the man said, "we mustn't be seen together!"

He pushed her forcefully out the fire escape leaving her standing nonplussed outside behind the shop. She decided to wait at the back till the customer was gone and go back inside to find out more.

After about ten minutes she took a peek through the door. What she saw confused her. The shop was deserted. The front door was locked and there was no one there! 

"Hello" are you still here?" she cried, but nothing answered.

There was nothing to do but go back home. In the car she thought hard over what the man had told her. She had been bewitched in some way by this glamour, but did not know to what end and why! What did the Vicar do and what was he about? As her thoughts turned to him so did her feelings. She could not bear it! She could hardly control the vehicle now and stopped by a park. Luckily she was wearing a skirt, so she leaned back and opened her thighs, the thoughts of His Manhood, his massive cock penetrating her every orifice, using her and letting her be used.

A park gardener walked by and saw her sitting alone in her car, her head bent over the steering wheel. He came to the window and asked, "Can I help you lady?" 

She looked up, leered at the gardener and slowly pulled three wet fingers out of her cunt. "Want some of this mister? It's lovely!" she said licking them lavisciously. "I'm sure I can give you something better than that nagging wife of yours at home."

"How did you . . .?" the man stammered. 

"Oh don't worry. I won't tell," she said huskily and got out of the car and spread herself on the still warm hood. She batted her eyes at him over her shoulder; lifting up her plaid skirt so he could see her wet hole and said, "Don't be afraid, I want you. Bring those gardening tools over and use me as you have always dreamed of using your wife!"

"OK lady, you asked for it!" the man cried.

He picked his toolbox up and opened it for her to see. "These tools all right for you?"

"Yess! Stick that spade handle in my ass!" she whimpered, "but let me lick it first - we don't want to damage Master's goods do we? 

"Master?" the man asked mystified. 

"Never mind that darling just do it to me!" she urged him, gyrating her ass in front of him. 

She took the small spade used to dig up roots in the garden and stuck the the well-rounded rosewood handle in her mouth, licking it and making lewd smacking noises, and handed it to him. "Come on! Stick it in my asshole! Fill me with it!"

She spread her ass and felt the handle slowly filling her up till it could go no further. The rounded handle acted like a butt plug and any pull on the spade made her anal muscles react spasmodically. It was not enough for her. "Fuck me with your fucking cock!" She commanded. "Stick your fuckstick into me!" She rubbed her cunt vigorously, opening her reddened lips for him to see.

His member was thick and swollen when he lunged at her from behind and she felt her cuntlips stretching as his salivating cock rubbed the walls of her wet sopping vagina. He was fucking her frantically now, breathing hard and jerking on the handle of the spade in her ass now and then, stretching her anus open.

His breathing and pumping cock became crazed now, and Anne screamed, "See Master, uh, UHHNN see how your slut is getting f . . . fucked for you?"

The gardener was cumming. She wanted to see the lust in his eyes, lust she had awoken in him! She jerked out his member and pulled the spade handle out of her ass, her sphincter muscles gaping uncontrollably. She turned on her side and ordered him to spray on her face. She did not have to tell him twice, as a fountain of hot semen spattered uncontrollably over her face and hair.

"Aahhnnnmmm . . . uurgggg" she lolled, rubbing the white stuff over herself and looking him straight in the eyes. 

He looked at her astounded.

"Pick up those sticks you have cut and beat my ass and tits with them," she demanded, and fist me. I want to feel pain for my Master!" 

"You're crazy!" the gardener cried and ran off.

"Crazy I may be, but I must satisfy my Master!" she mumbled as if in a drunken stupor. Still fingering herself with her four fingers and squeezing her red swollen clit, she picked up the sticks the gardener had dropped and began beating herself over her breasts and thighs. She spread her thighs and rolled her fist over her wet cunt, attempting to push it in. With the image of the Vicar in her mind she came again and again on the bonnet of the car. Then she passed out.

When she came to, she did not know where she was. The sun was setting. She was lying on the wet grass, her soiled and torn clothes all around her, her loins painful and body sticky with semen. Then the memory of what had happened came flooding back. Every sordid detail came back to her and what's more, she was torn between a feeling of terrible shame and one of pleasure derived from her controlling the unknown stranger with her sex. She hated herself for that. 

"What have I become?" she whimpered, utterly horrified.

Luckily the keys were still in the ignition and she raced herself home. The dark mansion house felt strangely comforting.

She opened the door to a quiet house. She ran to the bathroom and put the shower on HOT and tore what remained of her clothes off her body and stood under the streaming hot water for nearly a full hour vigorously rubbing the feeling of filth from her body with a hard brush. After showering she took the clothes to the fireplace and burnt them.

She moved to the sofa and flopped down, her mind still in turmoil and turned on the table lamp by her side. She saw a black envelope lying there, embossed with gilt lettering: 

To Miss Anne Soignant. Her heart racing, she opened it. The paper was also lined with gold edge and had a black header CES in scrolled lettering at the top. It read: You are hereby cordially invited to the seasonal Calling Ceremony on Friday no later than 10:00 pm. at the Church of Elemental Saints at Sandhurst road no. 235.

Signed: Your Vicar!

Friday was today! "He's noticed me already!" She unwittingly thought with some pride. Her hand strayed again uncontrollably to finger her crotch and then, in a blind panic she thought, "Oh my God stop it!"

She forcibly drew her hand back trying to think of other things. She thought of the shopkeeper who had mysteriously disappeared. Had he perhaps been murdered by the one who had come into the shop while he was trying to tell her more about what was going on? She was sure now it was the glamour she had eaten that was making her behave this way. What must she do to escape this horrible thing; run away? 

She fumbled for her car keys in her handbag almost ready to pack and leave forever. It was then that she noticed something else. The mirror over the fireplace had blackened where the smoke from her burning clothes had reached. She could faintly make out some words on it. Moving closer she read: go to . . . and then it became unreadable. Quickly she boiled a kettle of water, and when it was steaming, brought it to the mirror letting the vapour bring out more words. Slowly the rest became visible too; go to . . . the shop ASAP! Look under the oil drum - Shopkeeper

He was alive at least! All was not lost! Maybe she would finally be given a solution to her predicament. She ran to the bedroom looking for something to wear. The only thing she could find was a skimpy black party dress and black knee length boots, as well as a black scarf. This would have to do. The shopkeeper had been right about the glamour, she would follow his instructions.

As fast as she could, she raced to the shop, which was dark and deserted. She remembered the oil drums around the back and took a small torch with her to see in the darkness. There were several drums there and she lifted them but - nothing! Almost panicking now she ran further to the back and saw one with the word OIL on it. That must be the one! She lifted the drum and saw a piece of dirty paper beneath. Looking at it under the light of the torch it looked as if it had been written in a hurry, Anne spent some time deciphering the words: "When you read this, Anne, I will be far away, yet near to you and you will not yet have lost your sanity to Him. To conquer his spirit it is imperative you go to the Ceremony tonight! He will try to take your will completely, but you will overcome him if you only follow this: let happen what will happen and focus on the light of one who loved you completely. He will help." Now go!" The shopkeeper.


The Glamour Model



It all happened a few years ago. My wife, Kathy and I had just come back from a two-week trip to the Mediterranean. The following weekend we went to our local shopping centre to get our holiday photos developed. There was a new camera shop that had just opened which offered a one hour service. We handed the film over to a young assistant behind the counter then spent the next two hours doing some shopping.

When we came back to the shop I asked Kathy to pick up our prints while I looked at the new cameras on display. I had been thinking of buying a new one for quite a while, so I thought I would check out what was on offer. The shop was fairly large with a number of aisles stocked with a variety of equipment. As I scanned the shelves I could hear my wife having a heated discussion with the man behind the counter.

When I peered around the aisle to see what was going on I saw that she was talking to a stout, middle-aged man, who appeared to be the manager. The kid who had taken our film must have been on his break. I figured that our film must have been lost or damaged and was about to go over and help my wife complain when I heard what was being said and realised it had nothing to do with the film.

"Oh come on darling," the manager said in a familiar voice. "I know it's you. I'd recognise those tits anywhere. As soon as I saw the prints I knew it was you. I guess it was ten years ago, but you haven't changed that much. You're still a sexy little thing. Slim with big tits. Always goes down well. We never got a better model after you left."

"Look," my wife said in a fierce whisper. "You've got me mixed up with someone else. My name isn't Sadie."

"Whatever. I didn't think that was your real name at the time anyway. Listen. I just moved the business up here a couple of months ago and I just started a new camera club the other week. I'll pay you well. I know you've got what it takes, and you don't mind doing a few extras when called for."

"How many times have I got to tell you? I don't know you. I've never done any modelling or anything like that and I've never even been to Brighton. Just give me my prints and let me go."

"Hey, hey," the man said. "Take it easy. Here you are. If you change your mind though, let me know. Come back anytime."

Kathy turned on her heels and walked out of the shop, not even waiting for me. I quickly made my way out and caught up with her. I grabbed her by the arm and she flinched suddenly, looking quite fearful until she turned and saw it was me. It was almost as if she had forgotten all about me.

"What was all that about?" I asked. "Why'd you run off like that?"

"Oh, Mike. Well, it was nothing really. That man back there. He thought I was someone else. Kept hassling me. I don't think we should go back there again. It was probably because of the topless photos of me on the beach. He's probably some kind of pervert."

"Maybe I should go back in there and sort him out."

"No!" Kathy shouted. "I mean, it's not worth it. Let's just forget about it."

"But what was all that stuff about modelling? And why'd you lie about never being in Brighton before? You grew up there."

"Look. He just thought I was some woman he used to know who worked as a model in Brighton. That's all. If I admitted that I used to live there he'd think he was right all along."

"So it definitely wasn't you then?"

"No, of course not," she said then refused to talk about it any more.

When we got home she poured herself a brandy and sat down on the couch. I sat beside her and put my arms around her. She soon relaxed and sighed, saying she had made too much of what had happened, that it was just some sleazy guy and she should have just ignored him.

I took out the holiday prints and looked through them. There were half a dozen I had taken of Kathy on the sand and in the sea. She was topless in all of them, her large, firm tits on display as she smiled at the camera. Looking at them now made my cock stir a little. Kathy was twenty-eight years old, with a very trim body, long black hair and deep brown eyes. We had been married for five years and I never got over how stunning she looked.

"Well," I said. "I can see how he'd mistake you for a model. You're so gorgeous."

"Thanks," she said. "But I think he was more interested in my body than my face."

"Yeah. Probably just a dirty old man. He wanted you to model naked for him, right?"

"Yeah. He said something about a camera club he was starting up."

"Do you think it was genuine?"

"I don't know. Probably not."

"I reckon you're right," I said. "The guy probably saw these photos and thought he'd try it on. Bit of an elaborate come-on though, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I guess so. Sort of thing he'd do anyway."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"What?"

"How do you know what sort of thing he'd do?"

"I meant he looked like the sort that would try something like that. Do we have to keep going on about this?" she said, flustered all of a sudden.

I hadn't felt overly suspicious before, but now I knew that something must be up. Maybe she had been lying. Maybe she really had done some modelling for him before. She had certainly lived in Brighton, and the guy seemed certain it was her. I decided to try to find out.

"I'm just going over to Gary's house," I said. "Borrow some tools."

"Okay," she said, giving me a strange look. "I'm going to sit here and have another drink."

I walked out to the car and drove as fast as I could to the shopping centre. The camera shop was just about to close when I got there. The young assistant had just walked out of the door and the manager was locking up.

"Sorry, we're closed," he said when he saw me. "Come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Wait a minute. I don't want to buy anything. I...It's about your camera club."

"Yeah? Where'd you hear about that?"

"Oh, a friend of a friend."

He looked me over quickly then asked me to come in and shut the door behind us.

"So, you want to join up then?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Well, I want to ask a few questions about it first. What goes on exactly?"

"You mean, do you get to do any more than just take photos? Is that it?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"Depends on the model. Some girls go further than others, you know. Sometimes you can pay for extras."

"Extras?"

"Yeah. Today I was talking with one of the models who used to work for us a while back. Hopefully I'll get her to do some more. Now she used to do extras."

"Like what?" I asked, wondering if he meant Kathy.

"Well, she'd let the guys strip her clothes off for her, let them feel her up a little, her tits and ass, you know. Sometimes she'd let us jerk off all over her too."

"Really?" I asked, unable to believe he could mean my wife.

"Sure," he said, thinking I was being cynical about the whole thing. "Come over here. Let me show you something."

He led me into a back room and pulled out a photo album. I almost stopped breathing when I saw what it contained. There was page after page of my wife, aged about 18, in various stages of undress. Her hair was different and she did look very young, but it was most definitely her. So she had been lying about it after all. As I leafed through the album, every new pose was raunchier, more suggestive. She loved the camera and it loved her.

The last set of photos almost made me drop the album on the floor. Kathy was stark naked, kneeling on the floor while a small group of men stood around her, their cocks pointing at her face. There were cum stains in her hair, on her face, on her tits. She was covered in it. In all of the photos she was smiling at the camera, obviously enjoying herself. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"And she's going to model for you?" I asked, as soon as I had regained the power of speech.

"I hope so. She's a few years older now, but she's still got that slutty quality. You can tell. She was only a kid then. She'll probably do even more now. Anyway, even if she doesn't come back we've got loads of models lined up. You won't be disappointed. These days most members bring their video cameras. If you haven't got one we can rent you one on an hourly basis, or just a normal camera, it's up to you. So are you interested?"

"Yeah. Definitely."

"Okay. It's £100 a session. Sessions last anywhere between one and two hours. If the girl's up for more you'll have to pay her extra directly. The next session is on Friday evening. Here's the address," he said, handing me a small printed card.

I thanked him and walked out, heading for the nearest bar. I ordered a beer and sat alone, wanting to figure things out in my head. So she had really done it. I suppose I wouldn't have been too surprised to hear that she'd done some modelling. I remember her sister mentioning a couple of times that she had wanted to go into it. But this, this wasn't modelling at all. She had sat down naked in front of a camera, while a bunch of men jerked off all over her. The thought instantly struck me that maybe she had gone even further than that. Perhaps she had made a porn film or something. My cock was bursting inside my jeans as I thought about the possibilities. 

I quickly made my way to the car, having decided to confront her. I wanted to know all about her past, everything that she had done. I parked in the driveway and rushed up to the door. Kathy was still sitting on the couch. She sighed when she saw the look on my face.

"You know, don't you?" she said. "You went back and talked to him. I knew you would. What did he tell you about me?"

She seemed surprisingly calm about it all, but then I suppose she had had the last hour to ready herself if she guessed where I had gone. Her voice was a little slurred and I realised that she had had a few more brandies since I left. She must have been trying to summon up the courage to face me knowing about her past.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Barry, I think it was. I can't remember too clearly. It was more than ten years ago, Mike. Before we were married. I only did it for the money. I thought it would help me become a model."

"What? By letting all those men jerk off all over you?"

"Is that what he told you?"

"I saw the photos."

"Oh, I see. So what, you think I was some kind of whore, is that it? I was only a kid. I didn't know what I was doing."

"You looked like you knew exactly what you were doing," I said. "The way you were smiling at the camera. I could see it in your eyes. It turned you on."

"Yes it did," she said defiantly. "It did turn me on. I didn't do it for the money, or for my career. I loved it. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. I loved it when their grubby hands would paw over my tits and my ass, feeling me up while they helped pull my clothes off. I loved watching them jerk off while they looked at me. I would go home afterwards and play with myself for hours, thinking about what I'd just done. It's true. I loved it."

I sat down on the couch next to her, barely comprehending what she had just said. I knew she had a healthy sexual appetite and I knew she was no virgin when we met, but to think that she did something like that was just unbelievable.

"How did you get into it?" I asked. "Was it that guy, Barry?"

"No. The first time was with someone else. Jason. He was the uncle of a friend of mine. I was just a teenager at the time, and a virgin. God, it seems like years ago now. He lived at my friend's parents' house and whenever I went there he was always hanging around, leering at me. He was a lot older than me, probably only about thirty, but he seemed really old at the time. The thing was, I didn't mind the way he looked at me. I liked it. It made me feel really good, really sexy, you know? I started wearing really skimpy tops and very short skirts whenever I went round there, just to see what his reaction would be.

"One time I was alone with him in the sitting room and I leaned over to pick something up from the floor. I looked back over my shoulder and caught him rubbing his cock through his jeans while he stared at my ass. God, it turned me on so much. I was instantly wet. He started scratching his thigh, pretending that he hadn't been playing with himself, but I knew better.

"Anyway, this sort of thing went on for a while. I would give him teasing glimpses of my ass or my cleavage, and I could see what a powerful effect it had on him, but I always pretended not to notice. That made it even more pleasurable for me, somehow. One day I went round there and he was the only one in. My friend was out but he asked me to come in and wait for her. He started telling me about his work as a professional photographer, and then he asked me to pose for some photos. 

"I wasn't that surprised when he said I should be a model. A few people had already told me I should go for it. I told him that I wasn't interested. I knew a few girls at school who did modelling work, clothes, cosmetics, stuff like that, and they were all typical airheads. Then he said that he thought I'd be more suited to glamour work, that I had a really sexy body, the kind that men like to look at.

"So anyway, eventually he persuaded me to come along to his studio. First of all it was just underwear shots, then topless and then nude. I wasn't completely naïve. I knew he wasn't doing this to help me become a model. I could see he was turned on when he saw me naked. He had a massive bulge at his crotch. I used to lie there with my legs wide apart, just waiting for him to put down his camera and come over towards me. I wanted him, Mike. I wanted him to fuck me. But he never did. He said I was too young, that he would get into trouble if anyone found out. He just wanted to photograph me. The results were very good, kind of arty, not really pornographic or anything. He used to pay me well and kept asking me to come back. I enjoyed it, seeing how aroused he was looking at me, so I carried on with it, about once a week.

"One time I was coming out of his studio and I bumped into Barry. They did some kind of work together. He must have guessed that I'd been modelling for Jason. He gave me his card and told me that he could pay me a lot more than Jason did. I didn't like him. He was really sleazy. The next week I asked Jason about Barry and he told me to avoid him. He said that he organised these camera club sessions where a load of sleazy guys would ogle some young girl and barely even pretend to photograph her. That it was more like a private strip show. 

"For the next few days after he told me this I kept thinking about it. I liked Jason, but the idea of stripping off in front of several guys at once really turned me on. I still had Barry's card, and one day I called his number. I told him my name was Sadie and that I was 18 years old and wanted to do some modelling. He didn't seem to care about any details, just told me to come to a certain address that Friday evening.

"When I got there, Barry showed me into the studio room and I saw there were about five guys waiting. They all had cameras with them. I was really nervous but they all cheered when they saw me and I started feeling a bit better about it. I was wearing a short summer dress. They took a couple of photos of me in it, telling me to bend over to show my panties, that kind of thing. Then they made me take off my dress and then my bra and then my panties. When I was completely naked they kept coming up to me, one by one, telling me how to pose. They kept touching me, trying to move me into a certain position, but after a while they were just groping me, not even pretending it was for the camera. One of them started squeezing my tits and I just let him. After that they all did it. Oh, Mike, it was such a turn-on."

As she had been telling me this story I had my hand on her leg. Now I ran it higher up her thigh and between her legs, all the way up her skirt until I felt her panties. She was soaking wet.

"It still turns you on, thinking about it now. Doesn't it?"

She nodded at me, her mouth open, her chest heaving. I leaned over and kissed her passionately as we groped each other feverishly. We tore at each other's clothes until we were both naked. I pushed her back down on the couch and raised her legs high in the air. Then I lined up my erect cock with her pussy and plunged it deep inside.

"Oh Mike. Oh yes."

"Tell me more," I insisted. "What else did they do?"

"They were touching me, all of them. Their hands were all over me. Oh God. My pussy was so wet."

"Like this?" I said, my hands groping her lovely big tits, squeezing them as I thrust my hips against her.

"Yeah, baby, like that. Then one of them took out his cock. It was the biggest I'd ever seen. So thick and hard. He pointed it at me and began jerking off. I just watched him do it. Then the others, they did the same. All these big cocks in front of me...it was so dirty..."

"Yeah, you were a dirty little slut," I whispered as I began speeding up, pounding harder and faster inside her.

"I know...I know...I let them cum all over me, all over my face, my tits, everywhere...I'm so dirty..."

"Yeah, you're so dirty."

"All their big hard dicks...all that cum...all over me."

"You wanted them to fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes. I wanted it. I wanted their cocks inside me."

"You let them, didn't you?"

"No. I wanted it but I didn't...I couldn't..."

"Yes, you did," I said, wanting it to be true, wanting her to tell me all about it.

"Yes...yes I did," she said, knowing I was about to cum. "They all took turns. One after the other. They fucked me...all of them...they fucked me so hard and I loved it."

"You want to do it again, don't you?"

"Yes, yes. I'll let them all do it to me. I'll fuck them all."

"Oh you lovely little slut,"

"Ooooh yes. I am. They're all going to fuck me...yeah."

I leaned down to suck her tits as I pummelled into her, cumming deep inside her as I pictured her surrounded by all that cock, letting them take turns fucking her, treating her like a whore.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned as we came together.

I kissed her deeply then lay on top of her, breathing heavily. We smiled at each other, arousal still in our eyes.

"Did you really do it?" I asked. "Did they really fuck you?"

"No. I never let them do any more than jerk off over me. Sometimes I helped them. I used my hand, but that was all."

I could just see it, her hands held out to grab hold of their shafts as they spurted their juice all over her. It turned me on so much. I would love to have seen that. 

"Did you ever do it anywhere else?" I asked. 

"No, I did it at Barry's place for a few weeks and then I stopped it altogether."

"Why?"

"I was worried in case my parents found out."

I badly wanted to ask Kathy if she would consider doing it again, but I was worried about how she would react. 

"What is it?" she asked, sensing that something was on my mind. "Go on. Say it."

"I want to see it. I want to see you strip off in front of a load of men."

"Yeah?"

"Will you?"

"Yeah, I will, if that's what you want," she said, although I could tell she wanted it even more than I did.

"Will they cum all over you again?"

"They will if I let them," she said.

"And will you let them?"

She looked at me and grinned. 

"I don't see why not," she said.

The next day we called the camera shop where the guy arranging the club worked. Kathy took the phone and placed it so that both of us could listen in.

"Barry?" she said when he answered. 

"Yeah? Who's that?"

"It's the girl who used to model for you, back in Brighton. I want to take you up on your offer."

"Great," he said. "I thought you might."

"Oh? Why?"

"I remember you. How much you enjoyed your work. So, what name are you going under these days? Is it still Sadie?"

"No," she said. "Call me Kathy."




The Glamour Model



"Okay, Kathy. You been keeping up the modelling work over the years?"

"No," she said.

"Never mind. I know all the guys are going to love you. You on for this Friday? Three hundred notes for a couple of hours work."

"Sure," my wife said, glancing at me with excitement in her eyes.

"We're holding it at my place. 12a Railton Avenue. Maybe you'd like to come over during the week. Get some practice in before the big day."

"You don't change, do you Barry?" my wife said with a laugh.

"Not where you're concerned, baby. Okay. Friday then. Eight o'clock. All right? 

"Okay, Barry. I'll see you there."

Kathy put down the phone and kissed me passionately. We were both so turned on by thinking about what she was going to do that we ripped each other's clothes off and made love again. It was the same story over the next few days. Whenever we talked about it we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was the best aphrodisiac I had ever known.

On the Friday I drove us both to the address that Barry had given us. I kept glancing at my wife in the passenger seat. Her long black hair hung down over her low cut dress. She wore black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She was painted like a whore and looked sensational. She had a carrier bag at her feet where she had a variety of uniforms and lingerie to wear. We both knew that the men would only be interested in seeing her naked body, but she had brought them along anyway.

I parked around the corner from Barry's apartment and opened the car door.

"Okay," I said. "So you wait here for a few minutes. I'll go in and check that everything's all right."

Kathy nodded at me and smiled, giving my ass a playful pinch as I got out of the car. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Barry answered it a few moments later.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Uhm. I came into your shop last week. About the camera club."

"Right. Right. Didn't recognise you. Come in," he said, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let me in. "That'll be one hundred pounds. You got a camera with you, or you want to hire one for the night?"

"I've got one with me," I said, showing him my camcorder and handing over the cash.

"Okay. Fine. Come through. Everyone's arrived. We're just waiting for the girl. She should be here soon. I promise you, you won't be disappointed."

"I hope so," I said, nervous but excited.

The front door opened onto a spacious reception room which was done out like a studio, with a lot of bright lights overhead. There was a very large bed at one end of the room, tripods and cameras fitted around it. That must be where Kathy was supposed to model. There were five men surrounding the bed, all fiddling with their cameras and trying not to look too closely at each other. 

There were two young guys there, in their late teens or early twenties and they seemed quite nervous but the others looked to be old hands, waiting calmly for the girl, my girl, to arrive. They were aged between thirty and fifty, kind of sleazy looking. I looked from one to the other of them, scarcely able to believe that in a few minutes they would be gawping at my wife's naked body, taking photos and filming her as she undressed.

When the doorbell rang everyone looked at the door in anticipation. Barry walked over and let my wife in. She sashayed through the door, smiling brightly at everyone. She wasn't nervous at all. She looked like a pro, like she'd been doing it all her life. Barry handed her some money and she placed it in her bag. Then he turned to us and introduced my wife to the group.

"This is Kathy. One of our best models," he said. "I know you're going to love her."

"Hi guys," she said with a smile, her hands on her hips. "You like what you see so far?"

There was a massive chorus of approval and Kathy laughed happily.

"Good," she said. "Now. I've got a few special uniforms in my bag. Slutty nurse, French maid, schoolgirl. Does anyone have any requests?"

"Yeah," one of the older guys piped up. "I'd like to see you dressed as a schoolgirl. A naughty little schoolgirl."

"Oooh. A naughty one, huh? I think I can arrange that. Where shall I get changed?" she asked, turning to Barry.

"Over here," he said, leading her to a small bedroom by the side.

He opened the door for her and let her in, then followed and closed the door behind him. The group of us looked at each other as we heard the sound of Kathy giggling inside. Why was he in there with her? A couple of minutes later Barry opened the door and my wife walked through, now dressed in a tiny little grey pleated skirt, knee length socks and white low cut blouse. Barry had obviously watched her change into her outfit. He must have seen her naked or at least nearly so. Had he touched her too? Was that why she was giggling? She had told me that he was very lecherous when she knew him all those years ago. That he couldn't keep his hands off her and that she had to often fight him off to stop him going even further. I felt my dick grow hard at the thought that he might have felt her up while she changed into her sexy uniform.

All the guys whistled when they saw her come through the door. She winked at them and swayed her hips as she walked over to the bed and kneeled down on it to face us. The ones with cameras began taking photos, while the rest filmed her with their camcorders as she writhed around on the bed, posing for us. She lay on her back and lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties. 

"Mmmm, what do you think?" she asked, looking up at us all as she ran her hand between her legs. "Am I a very bad girl to be doing this? Am I naughty?"

"Yeah," one guy said. "You're a dirty girl all right."

"Oooh. Do you think so? Is it dirty to do this in front of you all?" 

"Yeah, but you love it, don't you?"

"Mmm, yeah. I do. It makes me feel so naughty. It makes me feel hot. Would you mind if I took off my blouse. I feel so hot."

Everyone nodded and Kathy grinned mischievously as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. When she had taken it off she threw it on the floor and ran her fingers over her bra. It was white and almost transparent. Her hard nipples poked through the soft material as she rubbed them with her thumbs. 

"I don't like this bra," she said. "It's too tight. Can someone help me take it off?"

The man nearest her rushed forward as she turned her back. He fiddled with her bra strap, his fingers touching her bare skin as he unfastened it and pulled it away. Kathy covered her large, firm breasts in her hands as she turned back to face us all.

"Do you want to see my tits?" she asked coyly. "All the boys say they're really nice and juicy. Would you like to see them?"

Everyone nodded eagerly and she took her hands away and thrust her chest forward. As she saw the men's reaction I could see the look of excitement in her eyes. She really loved this, teasing the men, turning them on. After a while she turned her back again, bent over and lifted her skirt up around her hips. Then she ran her hand up and down between the cheeks of her ass, moaning softly as she did so. I noticed that all of the men had prominent bulges at their crotch and so did I. Kathy looked over her shoulder and winked at me. I winked back, anticipation making my throat dry.

"Do you like my panties? They're nice aren't they? They feel a little bit wet though. I think I should take them off. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," one of the guys said. "But just pull them down to your knees. Like you're dying to be fucked and don't have time to take them off completely.

"Oooh. That's really naughty. You must think I'm a very dirty girl," she said then giggled. "You're right though. I am."

She placed her hands at the side of her panties and gently, slowly, eased them down until they reached the tops of her knee length socks. We all stared at the creamy white skin of her firm little ass and I knew that everyone in the room wanted the same thing. To feel it, touch it, kiss it and bite it. Kathy put her hand between her legs again, giving us brief glimpses of her pussy as her fingers ran back and forth. She was touching her clit, getting herself even more aroused. I was a little worried that she was getting out of control.

She turned around and lay on her back, spreading her legs apart. She began to swivel her hips as she played with herself in front of us. One hand was between her legs and one hand caressing her breasts. It was almost like she was alone and didn't know we were there, but for the fact that she kept looking at all the men, gauging their reaction, wanting to be as slutty as possible for them. 

One of the guys stepped forward with his camera, trying to get a close up. As he stepped nearer he reached out his hand and squeezed Kathy's lovely big tits. She opened her mouth wide, but said nothing, did nothing to stop him. After that we each took turns filming ourselves playing with her tits as she rubbed her pussy. After we had all had a turn she pulled her hand away and lifted her legs high in the air.

"Can someone help me take off these socks?"

The two men directly in front of her stepped up, each taking hold of one of her legs. They both took their time, caressing her inner thighs as they slowly pulled her socks off until she was completely naked but for the tiny little skirt up around her hips and the panties bunched up around her knees. She kept her legs up high and spread her pussy lips apart.

"It's very pink, isn't it?" she said in a soft breathy voice. "very pink and very wet. I bet you'd like to touch it."

"Can we?" asked one of the younger guys hungrily. "Can we touch it?"

"Uhm, well, I don't know," she said, looking at me for approval. "I don't know if that's allowed really."

"You up for some extras then, Kathy?" Barry asked. "I'm sure the guys will pay."

"Oh, it's not the money," she said, looking at me again. "I'm just not sure if I should."

She was waiting for my consent. Letting all those men grope her tits was one thing, but letting them touch her pussy, that was something else. Kathy looked at me in eager anticipation and I knew she wanted it, wanted their hands touching her there. Before I could change my mind I gave her a quick nod and she beamed with pleasure.

"Okay," she said. "But let me see your fingers first."

The man nearest to her stepped forward, holding out his hand. Kathy took it in her own and looked at it. Then she guided it between her legs, rubbing it between her pussy lips. When she had taken it away we could see his palm was glistening with her juices. I was third in line and when she took my hand she looked lovingly up at me then pressed my fingers deep inside her pussy, gasping as she felt them penetrate her. When she released me she held up my hand.

"Oooh, look," she said. "Look how wet he's got me."

My fingers were sopping wet. She pulled my hand close to her face and began to lick my fingers, one by one. When the next man stepped forward she did the same to him, allowing his fingers to penetrate her then lick off her juices from his finger. She did the same to the others and I saw that all of the men gathered round were rubbing their crotches as they watched my wife playing the slut.

As she licked the fingers of the last man in line he groaned and said, "I bet you love sucking cock, don't you?"

Her eyes looked up at him and she began thrusting his finger in and out of her mouth, like she was sucking on his dick. When she released him and he stepped back, she lay back down on the bed and started playing with her clit again. Suddenly Barry unzipped himself and pulled out his thick, hard cock. He began stroking it as he looked at Kathy and it wasn't long before the others did the same. They hadn't even asked her if they could do it, but she didn't seem to mind. She loved it in fact. 

"Oh God," she moaned. "You're going to cum on me, aren't you? You're going to squirt all that sticky stuff over my body."

Her body was writhing on the bed as she looked hungrily at all their cocks, licking her lips as she played with herself, encouraging them to jerk off over her naked body. Kathy and I hadn't agreed that things would go this far, but I knew there was no way of stopping her now. She was out of control. She wanted them to do it. I could see that she was nearing orgasm herself. Suddenly she seemed to notice that I was the only one that wasn't jerking off.

"Hey," she said, moving along the bed until she was right up to where I stood watching. "Aren't you going to do it to? Don't you want to jerk off while you watch me being naughty?"

Her eyes were goading me, encouraging me to join in. I didn't know what to say. All of a sudden she took hold of my zip and pulled it down, then reached inside and pulled out my cock. It sprang out fully erect, only inches from her face. Without warning she took it in her mouth and ran her tongue up and down my shaft.

"That's it, you little slut," Barry said as he jerked off. "Suck his cock. I told you guys she was like this. What a lovely slut. Fucking sexy little bitch."

Some of the other guys began calling her names too, dirty cock sucking tart; sexy fucking whore; filthy little slut.

Kathy moaned at the back of her throat as she listened to them verbally abuse her. She loved being talked dirty to like that, hearing what they thought of her. I loved it too. That and the sensation of Kathy's warm wet mouth on my cock meant that I couldn't hold myself back. Kathy's eyes grew wide as she felt the head of my cock expand as I spurted cum down her throat. She took hold of my cock by the shaft and began milking it as all the men shouted encouragement at her. When she had taken all I had to give she backed away from me, her mouth closed, her cheeks full. 

She made sure everyone could see her face, then she opened her mouth and let my cum dribble down her lips, over her chin and onto her tits. When she had let go of it all she licked her lips and grinned at everyone. I pulled my cock back in my jeans and zipped myself up. I hadn't expected my wife to go this far but I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Now I wanted to leave but I knew that Kathy wanted to wait. I was sure that she wanted them all to cum over her as they jerked off, and there was no way I could stop her.

Kathy got down on all fours and moved around the bed, getting close up to their cocks and flicking out her tongue, encouraging them all. Suddenly, one of the older guys pushed his big, hard cock into Kathy's face, brushing it against her lips. She had sucked my cock, and now he wanted her to suck his too. Kathy glanced at me. I shook my head. This was too much. She ignored me. Her tongue flickered out from her mouth and she licked around the thick head of his cock and then took it all the way in between her lips.

The other guys must have taken this as a sign that she was up for anything. The two men nearest her began squeezing her tits hard while they jerked off just inches away from her face. My heart beat rapidly as I watched my wife sucking a stranger's cock. We hadn't agreed to this at all. I climbed onto the bed and moved across, aiming to pull her away from the man's cock. As soon as I got on the bed, some of the others did too. They reached her before me, their hands reaching to grope her as they stroked their cocks.

Barry moved around behind my wife as she knelt on all fours sucking the man's cock. Without warning he suddenly plunged his erection between her legs, jamming it deep inside her pussy in one thrust. Kathy's mouth opened wide, releasing the cock from between her lips.

"Yeah...do it...fuck me...I want you all to fuck me..."

The man in front of her grabbed her by the back of the head and drew her lips back to his cock, forcing it in her mouth as Barry rammed into her from behind. Moments later the man in front of her came, his hand forcing Kathy's head close, making her swallow every drop until he had finished and let her go. One of the younger guys came next, shooting his juice over her face and her hair as she screamed and moaned from the hard fucking she was getting from behind.

"Oooh, yeah...it's so naughty...so dirty...you're all going to cum in me, aren't you?"

Now it was a free for all. As soon as Barry had shot his load one of the others took his place, shoving his cock deep in her pussy, filling her up with his thick erection. I felt my own cock harden again as I watched my wife act like a filthy whore. One after the other, they took turns fucking her as she ground her hips against them, showing how much she loved it. Her body trembled and shook as she came several times, mouthing obscenities, calling herself a slut, begging for their cocks. As soon as the last of them had shot his load I came over and turned her on her back.

I bent over her and kissed her. Then I pulled her legs high in the air and forced my cock into her sopping, wet pussy. She stared at me, her eyes burning with lust, as I fucked her hard and fast, ramming it to her with a vengeance.

"Are you coming back here next week?" I asked her.

"Yes...yes...every week...they'll all fuck me...every one of them...I love their cocks inside me...cumming inside me..."

I looked at her face and hair, splattered with another man's cum and I exploded deep in her pussy, triggering her final orgasm as she bucked wildly against me. When we had finished Kathy put her clothes back on and I zipped myself up and got off the bed.

"Thanks Kathy," Barry said. "You're even better than when you were a kid. I knew you loved it. So, you're coming back next week then?"

"Yes. I can't wait," she replied.

"Good. I've got another five or six people coming next week too. Think you can take them all on?"

"I'll certainly try," she said, grinning at me as she took her bag and walked out the door to wait for me in the car.



The Glamour Shoot



JERRY WANTED TO SLAP THE BRAT. He would have, in a Mesopotamian minute, if it had been his kid. But of course it was a client's "darling angel", all dressed up in his cowboy outfit for a portrait, but not sitting still on the old moth-eaten saddle. Instead, as Jerry stood there behind the big studio camera, letting out a long, slow, quiet breath between his clenched teeth, the brat was gripping the saddle horn and rocking back and forth, pointing the toy cap pistol everywhere and screeching, "Bang! Bang!" at the top of his lungs.

He was supposed to care if the kid knocked the saddle off the sawhorse, was supposed to help the kid's harried mother calm him down so Jerry could snap the picture and let mother and brat go on their merry way. Frankly, however, he'd been on his feet for six solid hours snapping portraits of other mothers' brats, and he'd had enough. He loved photography and portraiture, loved holding a finished portrait in his hand and seeing the delighted eyes of the client as he handed it across the table, but he hated the process in between. Jerry had confessed more than once that portrait photography would be so much more satisfying, if only it weren't for the people.

Well, enough of the show, he thought, it's time to take control. Jerry reached over to the prop table beside him where, among the funny hats, artificial flowers, miniature sports gear and giant wooden blocks, lay an aerosol fog horn. He set it on top of the camera and pressed the button.

WHONNNNNK! Just a little blast, really. The brat whipped his face toward the noise, his eyes wide, his mouth a little open. Jerry pushed the shutter button three times before the kid -- or the mother -- knew what had happened.

"Excellent!" Jerry said, oozing pseudo-sincerity, as he swung the tyke off the saddle and placed him in his mother's arms. "Thank you! Come back soon!" They both still seemed a little shaken by the sudden noise, and the mother meekly pressed the sitting fee into Jerry's palm as he guided them out of the makeshift studio in the grocery store's "conference room". 

Glancing at his appointment calendar, he saw that he had a full fifteen minutes before his next appointment -- his last of the day, thank the gods - so he taped his "Back in 5 Min." sign to the door and ducked out for a smoke. Sitting outside on the concrete bench in the store's designated smoking area, Jerry contemplated this worthless job and his meager existence. 

Working every weekend in a different store of the grocery's chain. Driving long distances up and down the Texas gulf coast. Setting up and breaking down the "portable" studio (it filled every possible space in his little car) himself. Doing all the paperwork as well as taking all the pictures and dealing with impatient customers -- well, he hadn't signed on for this. Here he was, Jerry Mars, 35 years old, a not-bad-looking guy, friendly, intelligent, and with all his own hair and teeth, working on a commission-only basis for a fly-by-night studio company. No benefits, no bonuses, no fun. And to top it all off, his "boss" was fifteen years younger, a punk kid from Knee Patches, or some other little Texas town, who had never held a job in his life until the studio owner hired him on as sales manager! What had the punk done, sucked the owner's dick? Jerry mashed the cigarette butt under the sole of his shoe, checked his watch, and slowly wandered through the store to his studio. He still had five minutes left, no need to rush.

Opening the door to the conference room, Jerry heard some giggling on the other side of the blue canvas backdrop. Shit, he thought, some mom is letting her brat fuck with my $6,000.00 camera! Jerry nearly jumped around the backdrop to stop what he thought was juvenile horseplay, but when got to the other side, the harsh words that had been forming in his mouth died before they could be released.

Standing at the prop table, trying on the funny straw hats and fake feather boas, were two of the sexiest women he had ever seen. They didn't seem to notice Jerry at first, so he stood there taking it all in. Both were Latinas, probably sisters, with shoulder-length black hair, and both were dressed in tight, shin-length jeans that hugged their J-Lo asses, and matching low-cut peasant blouses that just barely restrained their massive round tits! They posed provocatively and giggled and chattered in Spanish, oblivious to the presence of a third party in the room. 

Jerry began to feel the first stirring of an erection just at the sight of these women, and was glad he'd worn his baggy slacks to work. His throat was suddenly dry and he coughed a little without thinking.

It must have startled the Latinas, because one of them let out a little shriek. The other turned toward him on her four-inch heels, too quickly, and lost her balance. Jerry stepped in and caught her under the arms, feeling her firm brown melons pressing for a moment against his stomach before he propped her upright.

"I'm so sorry to scare you like that," he said. He felt his face getting hot and his erection getting full-blown. It was a moment or two before he could assume his professional demeanor. He walked away from the women over to the clipboard that held his appointment calendar, and studied it for a few seconds, hoping that he could turn back to them without his cock straining at the pleats in his pants.

"Are you, um, Rodriguez?" he stammered, his back still to them. "Four- fifteen?"

"Yes," one of the women said. "We're a little early, is that OK?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, absolutely!" Jerry blathered, finally turning around. "No problem at all! Um, who's in the picture today?"

The one who had spoken before indicated the other woman with a hand bedecked with gold and diamond rings. "Just my daughter," she said. "Today's her eighteenth birthday. One of my gifts to her." She smiled at the birthday girl with brilliant white teeth; her daughter flashed a matching grin in return. 

Jerry was finally getting some of his self-control back. "Daughter? This lovely young lady is your daughter?" he asked. "Why, I would have sworn when I first walked in that you two were sisters!" Corny, he knew, but it sold pictures. Flattery will still get you places, he mused.

And it worked this time, too. The mother lowered her dark eyes demurely and thanked him, while the daughter rolled her eyes ceilingward and said, "Jesus, people are always saying that to us!" She laughed, however, so Jerry knew that she was flattered as much as her mother.

"OK, then, let's get to work," he said briskly. "Mrs. Rodriguez? What's your daughter's name?" Keeping Mom involved in every step of the process sold pictures, too -- even something as minor as the child's name, although this was no child any longer.

"She's Juanita, but we call her Kokita -- 'little lady bug' -- and I'm Ms. Rodriguez," she stressed, "but you can call me Letty."

"OK, Letty, thanks. Kokita -- may I call you that?"

A brief smile flashed. "Sure," she said. "I hate the name Juanita."

There followed the usual procedure: Jerry posing the girl on the platform for a head-and-shoulders shot (but zooming the lens out a bit to capture her dynamic cleavage as well). Then a three-quarter shot with her resting her elbow on a decorative column (asking her to bend slightly at the waist, of course). Then finally, one of her reclining on the platform, resting on one hip and one hand, her legs tucked in slightly. All in all, three very provocative poses, but Jerry was able to maneuver Kokita so subtly, she didn't realize that he was emphasizing the thrust of her ample breasts with each click of the shutter.

He turned to Letty now, who had been smiling and calling encouragement to her daughter throughout. "You've got two poses left," he said. "Do you want to get into the picture?" More flattery here, but what he wouldn't give for a poster-size print of these two hanging in his bathroom!

"By myself?" she asked. Jerry could tell that she'd been thinking about it already. She cocked one round hip to the side and put her hands on her hips as she considered it, a pose that made the sloping tops of her tits ripple and swing slightly as she moved.

"Well, I was thinking that we could do one with the two of you, and then the last pose of you by yourself. Give yourself a gift today, too," he added, when she looked hesitant.

"C'mon, Mom," Kokita said. "It'll be fun. This guy really knows his stuff." Jerry turned to her and smiled. She smiled back, but did her eyes wander down to his crotch? Jesus, he was gonna lose his cool.

Letty stepped closer to the platform. "Will you help me up?" she asked Jerry, holding out her slim, ring-covered hand. He was happy to oblige.

Jerry quickly posed mother and daughter seated on the platform facing each other, then told them to turn just their inside shoulders toward the camera and lean their outstretched outside arms on the platform. In his camera viewfinder Jerry thought he saw something akin to the Alps or the Himalayas. What a breathtaking sight! He fired off six frames in succession while fixated on his viewfinder, then took a deep breath and faced them again.

He wiped some sweat from his forehead with his palm and wiped it on the leg of his pants. "OK, great. Kokita, let me help you down, and then we're going to do your mom." Oh, Jesus. Had he really said that? "Um, I mean, I'm gonna do -- I'm gonna shoot your mom's picture." The younger woman took his hand and stepped down with a knowing smile. Jerry looked pleadingly at Letty, hoping that she hadn't taken his words the wrong way. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but she was holding his gaze steadily. He clamped his lips shut and decided that any further attempts at explanation would just fuck everything up. He plunged ahead with the pose.

"Letty, I want you to roll over onto your stomach, facing the camera, and prop your elbows up, crossing your arms in front of you." He was thinking, but not saying, that this pose would really show off her tits to maximum effect.

Letty followed his instructions without question, but when she got on her stomach, she grunted a little as she got into the position he suggested.

"Are you OK?" Jerry asked.

"Just fine," she said, then lowered her voice. "It's just these things," she explained, indicating her boobs. "Sometimes I think there's too much up here."

Jerry lowered his voice as well, answering, "If you don't mind my saying so, Letty, there's no such thing as too much."

She flushed again but kept his eyes as she replied, quietly, "No, I don't mind a bit."

He turned from her without a word and walked straight to his camera, thinking that his now completely rigid Johnson could serve admirably as a fourth leg for the tripod. He picked up the shutter release cable and turned back to her, and noticed that her eyes had, like her daughter's before, drifted down to his crotch. She licked her lips slightly, then tilted her head to the side and smiled into the lens. Jerry, dumbstruck, fired off about a dozen frames before he realized what he was doing.

The shoot over, Jerry was all business again, for the moment. He collected the sitting fee, made sure that he had the correct personal information for the company files (including the phone number, which he would jot down for his own files the minute they were gone), and thanked them again for coming in. Kokita gave him one more smile, then turned to her mother.

"Mommy, I'll be in cosmetics if you need me, OK?" Not waiting for an answer, she turned on her stiletto heel and walked through the door.

Jerry watched her leave, then looked down at her mother. "Um, lovely girl you've got there, Letty," he said.

"Do you live here?" she asked.

"No, I'm from Corpus Christi," he said, "just here for the weekend."

"Where are you staying?" She moved a little step closer to him.

"Um, there's this little motel down the highway. Budget Inn, or Economy, something like that." Where was she going with these questions?

"Would you like to come to Kokita's birthday party tonight? It'll just be a few friends and family members. Unless you already have plans?"

"Plans? Me? No, not at all!" Jerry blurted. "In fact, you were my last appointment for the day, and I was just going straight to the motel after picking up some fast food. I'd love to come, um, to her party."

It was arranged in the next few minutes that Letty would drive over to Jerry's motel later, and he could follow her in his car to their home. 

"It's very difficult to find the house if you don't know the town," she explained. She giggled. "I know people who live here who have trouble!"

"Should I bring a gift? Does she need anything special? I mean, I don't want to come to the party empty-handed."

She waved that suggestion away. "No, you'll be fine just as you are. See you in a little while!" she said breezily, and walked out with a definite strut, her sweet round ass and clicking heels seeming to twitch in time with Jerry's heart.

 *** JERRY'S MOTEL WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES AWAY FROM THE GROCERY STORE, but he made it back to his room in about 45 seconds, running red lights and breaking several laws and speed records. He stripped quickly and hit the shower, rubbing his cheeks and contemplating whether or not to shave. He was OK there, he decided. He didn't want to waste any time being ready for Letty when she came to pick him up. He also contemplated whether or not to whack off in the shower, because the mere memory of those four glorious boobs had gotten him hard again. Nope, no time. Don't waste it, he thought. But then doubt set in. Who am I kidding? What makes me think that I'm gonna get anywhere with either one of them? They were just being nice, inviting a guy from out of town over for a piece of cake and some ice cream. His erection wilted a little at the thought.

He was just turning off the water when he heard a soft knocking at the outside door. Shit! Was Letty here already? Wrapping the thin motel towel around his waist, he opened the door a crack and peeked out, not at Letty, as he'd expected, but Kokita!

"Uh, hi," he said through the crack, "I'm not quite ready. I thought your mother was coming over to get me -- "

Jerry didn't get a chance to finish the thought before the girl was pushing past him and into the small, sparsely furnished room. "Well," she spat, "that bitch and I had a fight, and the party is officially canceled." Kokita looked around her at the little bed, the rickety chair, and the tiny TV bolted to the wall. "What a fuckin' dump," she said. "Hey, where are you, dude?"

He emerged partially -- his head and one shoulder - from behind the still-open door. "I was just getting out of the shower," he said sheepishly. "The party's canceled? I'm sorry, sorry about the fight, too. Umm," he stammered, "is it possible you could -- I'd like to get -- well, you know."

Kokita walked over to the door and swung it shut forcefully, but the door was a little warped and didn't latch. Now fully exposed to the young Latina, Jerry tried to pull the cheap terry cloth tighter around his middle, as if the fabric would provide some kind of protection. She stepped in close, pressed her full, ripe breasts against his damp skin. Jerry looked down and saw her chest heaving, straining against the fabric of the peasant blouse she still wore from earlier that day.

"I saw you looking at me and my mom," she breathed, her almost black eyes flashing. "I know what you were thinking while you were posing us. The truth was written all over your crotch. Are you some kind of pervert, peeking down girls' blouses?"

"No! Not at all!" Jerry protested. "I'm sorry if I offended either one of you! Please, I just thought that you were both so beautiful, so exciting, and I got a little aroused - "

"A little aroused? Dude, you were straining at the zipper the whole time! I couldn't help but notice it." The girl paused a moment, as if in thought. "Does that make me some kind of pervert, looking at guys' crotches?"

"You? A pervert? No, not at all!"

"Do you think I'm a good girl?"

"Yes."

"A very good girl?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then give me my fucking birthday present," she said, whipped off his towel, sank to her knees and engulfed his raging hard-on with her soft, wet mouth. Her lips and tongue were fierce and hot, rolling around his throbbing knob and deep throating him with more experience than he'd imagined from an 18-year-old girl. The sensation was amazing. Jerry dug his fingers into Kokita's hair and leaned back against the wall to keep from falling.

Suddenly she pulled away, stood up and tore off the peasant blouse. She was wearing a strapless bra underneath with a front center clasp. "You've been looking at the tops of these long enough," she suggested. "Do you want to see the rest of them?"

"Yes!"

"Then come over here and wish me a happy birthday."

Jerry didn't even bother with the clasp. He pulled the cups of the bra down and lifted one heavy, round boob in each hand. The nipples were hard and puckered with excitement, long as toggle switches. The aureole were dark and as big around as campaign buttons. He stood there admiringly for a brief moment, then buried his face between them. He licked up her cleavage, around one breast, then another. He squeezed them softly, then with more force. She moaned appreciatively.

He sucked her left nipple into his eager mouth, chewing on the firm brown meat, causing Kokita to inhale sharply and mash his face into her breast. Jerry held his breath as long as he could, then pulled away and did the same to her right nipple. He pulled away again, then pushed the girl down on his bed. He bent to tug her tight jeans off over that beautiful ass. Almost as fantastic to see as her breasts was that high, round rump! 

He almost shot his load when he saw her completely naked for the first time. How could a girl with such big tits have such a slim body? She had meat on her, sure, but there didn't seem to be an ounce of wasted flesh anywhere. Her tummy was flat, her legs smooth and finely muscled.

Joining her on the bed, Jerry and Kokita kissed furiously for several minutes, allowing their hands to roam over each other's bodies as their tongues wrestled together. Kokita gripped Jerry's boner and beat him off while his middle finger sought purchase on her very tight, sopping pussy. He diddled her clit with his thumb as he stroked her clam and brought her to a screaming orgasm, then he rolled her onto all fours.

"Hang your breasts over my face," he told her. She propped herself on one arm and guided one of her boobs into his mouth. Jerry sucked on it for what seemed like hours, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could until his jaw started to ache, all the while squeezing the soft, firm flesh with both hands. He released the nipple with a loud pop and went for the other one with a gusto to rival the first. When he was satisfied with that job, Jerry wriggled down the bed until his face was directly under that tight little Latina pussy. Gripping an ass cheek firmly with each hand, he pulled her down to his mouth and tasted her dripping juices for the first time. Damn! She smelled good and tasted good. He munched, licked, slurped and prodded her cunt with his mouth and tongue, making her buck so hard that he felt her heavy boobs hitting the top of his head. She came again, even louder than when he had used his fingers.

Jerry was far from finished, though. He had to know what that sweet clam felt like wrapped around his cock. He rolled her over and spread her legs, preparing to impale her with his blood-engorged member. Kokita reached out a hand and grabbed it, Jerry thought, to help him guide it in.

"Wait," she said, breathlessly. There was a little panic in her eyes.

"Wait? Wait for what?" he asked, incredulous. "What's the matter?"




The Glamour Shoot



"I'm a virgin," she said, as if that were explanation enough.

"You're a virgin? What does that mean? Do you want me to stop? Are you afraid your mother will find out?" he asked. Her hand still gripped his boner fiercely at the entrance to her love tunnel. She didn't answer, but her eyes shifted to the right suddenly and the panic in her eyes seemed to grow to sheer terror.

"I'm afraid her mother has already found out." The voice came from the doorway. Jerry turned his head and saw Letty standing there, her arms folded under her breasts. She looked royally pissed. How had she gotten in? Shit! The door hadn't closed all the way! Jerry jumped up off the bed and looked for something to hide his hard-on. Despite being caught in flagrante delicto, his boner wasn't going away.

"Mommy!" Kokita jumped up and gave her mother a big hug. Letty stroked her daughter's hair, no longer angry, it seemed, with her. Jerry watched with amazement as the mother's hand then traveled slowly down the daughter's back and over the curve of her ass, coming to rest with her fingers seeking out her daughter's butt crack! Kokita wriggled with appreciation as her mother fingered her.

"Oh, Mommy, what took you so long? I got him all ready for you," she purred, then planted her lips on her mother's mouth in a kiss that was far from daughterly.

"I've been here for some time, watching," Letty said after a moment. "You just didn't notice me. Have you been having a nice birthday party?"

"Yes, Mommy, he's got a really big cock, I sucked it for a long time, and he really knows how to make my boobies feel all tingly. You should try it!"

"I think I will, sweetheart," Letty replied, releasing her grip on Kokita's ass. "Will you help me out of these things?"

Without another word, Kokita undressed her mother. Jerry had been watching and listening to all this with amazement, but now his jaw nearly fell to the floor. If anything, Letty was sexier than her daughter, with larger breasts and a rounder butt. The three of them were now stark naked, and Jerry couldn't believe his luck. He boldly approached the two women and stood between them, held them close. Letty reached for his cock and gave it a squeeze.

"Mija," Letty said to her daughter, "I think tonight is the night for you to become a woman."

Kokita jumped up and down, clapping her hands with delight, making her boobs bounce and jiggle. Jerry feasted his eyes on the motion. "Really, Mommy? Are you sure?"

Letty pushed Jerry down on the bed and prepared to mount him. "Yes, Mija, I'm sure." She impaled herself on his harder-than-ever bone and began rocking back and forth. "But--mommy—-wants-—to-—try—-him—-out--fiiiiiirst!"

Kokita came around the side of the bed and fed one of her nipples to Jerry again. Jerry sucked greedily, dividing his concentration between the daughter's boob in his mouth and the mother's pussy wrapped around his cock. It was every bit as tight as he'd expected Kokita's to be, and Letty's breasts felt like silk-upholstered down pillows in his hands. 

Letty moved with skill and vigor, now resting her tiny hands on his hips and lifting her firm ass up and down. Jerry looked through the gap between their bodies and watched his cock disappear and reappear, over and over. The older woman was moaning in Spanish as she rode him, her voice husky with lust, her strokes becoming more rapid as her orgasm approached.

"Madre de Dios!" she yelled, her pulsing cunt bathing Jerry's prick with juice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Letty dug her fingers into his hips and held herself down hard against him, her vaginal muscles squeezing him hard as she climaxed. She collapsed against his chest, her firm jugs pressing against his belly, and laughed throatily.

"OK, Mija, it is time," the mother said, authority now back in her voice. Letty dismounted and took hold of Jerry's thick cock in one small fist, then washed it clean with her tongue. "Get up," she said to him, "let my daughter lie down on the bed." Both the photographer and the daughter quickly complied.

Jerry looked down at Kokita, lying there waiting for him, her shapely legs spread wide, her virgin pussy glistening with excitement, her firm young melons standing so proudly on her chest. Needing no further instruction from the mother, he placed his knees on the bed between the youngster's legs and began kissing his way up her limbs, pausing a moment to savor her tight little cookie once more, then her flat belly, then her deep cleavage. His turgid bone was in position at the entrance to her unclaimed cunt, and he eased the swollen purple head into it. It took some doing, but after a few gentle minutes he was giving her full strokes and loving the young tightness of it. 

Kokita was loving it, too, moaning and thrashing her head as Jerry pounded her for all he was worth. "Mommy, Mommy, he's so big!" she called to Letty, "I love how big he is! It feels so good!" She pulled his face down to hers and rammed her tongue into his mouth. Jerry lost his balance for a second and fell against her flesh pillows. Kokita's nipples were hard and he could feel them poking into his chest. Still, he kept up his stroking action, feeling his come rise and knowing he was going to lose it any second.

Letty, who had been watching him fuck her daughter this whole time, calling encouragement to Kokita while fingering her own well-lubed pussy, must have seen the change come over Jerry's face, for she suddenly came around behind him and caught his cock firmly on an upstroke, pulling him out of her daughter's slick pussy. She gripped it tightly at the base and used it as a lever, pushing Jerry onto his back on the bed. Kokita quickly scrambled out of the way.

"What the fuck?" was all he could say, but all was soon explained. Mother and daughter were taking turns deep-throating him now, sucking his swollen balls, licking the long fleshy shaft. Letty still held his cock in a death-grip, alternating between feeding it into Kokita's mouth and her own. "Jesus Kee-riiiiisssst!" he yelled, as the jizz started spurting out of him. Letty pumped his pole with both hands, guiding the jets of hot come into her daughter's mouth and onto her tits, then between her own eager lips. Both women shrieked excitedly as they watched his spunk spray over each other.

"Oh, Mommy, this is the best birthday ever!" Kokita laughed, rubbing the white sauce into her mother's titflesh. Letty responded by taking her daughter into her arms.

As he watched these two hot Latinas now turn to each other and mingle their mouthfuls of his come with a deep soul kiss, Jerry felt like he could start bawling for joy.

I'll be damned, he thought, this job does have benefits.