1 comments/ 72271 views/ 7 favorites Jessica The Model By: taurents Steve knew that something was on Jessica’s mind as soon as he walked in the door. It wasn’t until late in the evening that she agreed to confide in him. “It happened this afternoon” she began. “ I was having a coffee before going back to work, I could feel this guy looking at me but it wasn’t the way guys normally do, you know stripping me with their eyes” Steve nodded, he knew only too well what was going on in the mind of guys who gazed at his beautiful Korean wife. She continued; “It was more as though he was studying me, it was weird yet not frightening, in fact I did quite like it. Anyway he finished his coffee and as he was going out he passed my table. As he did he handed me a card and said “ If you ever feel like doing some part time modelling, I run a small camera club, give me a call” “And how do you feel about it?“ “I’m not sure, part of me, well a lot of me would love to do it but you hear some nasty stories.” He nodded his head, a piece of him aching to see another guy taking his wife but he knew what she meant. Steve actually enjoyed seeing other guy’s lusting after his wife but he was no fool. He had no desire to see her hurt. “Look leave this with me for a day or so I’ll check him out. If he’s legit then you and I can both have a chat to him and if you want to do it then go ahead after all you do have a beautiful face and a great body and in fifty years I’d hate you to regret missing out on the experience.” The next day Steve called up a few contacts that he had and found that the guy did indeed run a camera club and had done for the last five years. He managed to make contact with a couple of the models the club had used and they couldn’t speak highly enough of it or of this guy Ray. He returned home that evening and made no mention of his enquiries to Jessica. It was only when they were lying in bed that she brought it up. “Oh Steve, did you get a chance to look into that guy, you know the one with the card” Steve pretended that it had been the last thing on his mind “Oh yeah, he’s Ok perfectly legit, why? Do you want to give it a go”.” “Well I was thinking what you’d said, it would be nice to have the experience and perhaps I can get some of the photo’s to keep for when I’m old and wrinkled” Steve laughed and took her in his arms The next day before Steve left Jessica phoned Ray, the camera club owner. “I don’t know if you remember me, we met in a cafe the other day” “The beautiful Asian lady” he cut in “ I was hoping you would call” “Well I’ve talked it over with my husband and we were wondering if we can come to see you to discuss what would be involved” “Certainly. I’ll show you around the place and give you an idea of what we pay” Steve and Jessica hadn’t thought about a fee until then. The next day at about 6pm they entered a small one storey building in one of nicer business parks in the city. Ray was waiting “Nice to see you again and this must be your husband” he shook hands with them both. The tour took them into the model’s dressing room, which was clean and spacious with a lock on the inside, and a private shower room which itself had a lock on the door. In addition there were two separate studios, a room with an assortment of furniture for backgrounds and a massive wardrobe, which any TV company would have envied with outfits from every era from Elizabethan to contemporary. Finally Ray sat them down in his office “As you see we have high standards here” he explained “ We charge the members a high annual fee and a high attendance fee. This means that we can keep renewing on a regular basis and we can afford to pay the models well. We pay £40 per hour plus a royalty on any photos sold and they have the power of veto on any photos taken that they do not like. Steve and Jessica nodded, things were far better run than they had expected. “So would you like to be one of our models”“ he asked finally, Jessica glanced at Steve and then said “Yes please” “Excellent, can you be here on Tuesday night at about 8pm”. Our sessions usually finish at 10pm and we will organise a lift or a taxi home” The following Tuesday Steve dropped Jessica off at the unit and went home to await her report. At 10.10pm he heard a car draw up outside and two minutes later Jessica walked in with a beam on her face. “How did it go?“ he asked. “It was wonderful. I had the choice of outfits tonight, sometimes there is a theme but tonight I could dress as anyone I liked” “And, what did you choose?“ “Would you believe Queen Elizabeth the First”“ she burst into a fit of giggles. He looked astonished. “Just imagine me; your Asian wife dressing as the red haired virgin queen” Steve had to admit that it was a difficult picture to imagine. The following week she returned home at the same time and threw an envelope at him. Inside were the proofs of the session taken the previous week. He could see why she had found it so funny. “And how were you dressed this week?“ he asked. ”As a lady of the 1920's” she answered “you know prohibition, gangsters and the Charleston. I used a few different dresses this time.” “So you had to keep doing quick changes,” he asked “Did you lock the dressing room?“ “I did the first few times but they are all true gentlemen, so after a while I didn’t bother and sorry to disappoint you but no-one came in and caught me in my underwear.” That was a point “You went in jeans and bare legs, the 1920”s dresses showed the lower legs, how did you cope?“ “They have underwear too you know all hygienically sealed and unworn, they even let me keep the underwear as an assurance that it will not be worn by anyone else.” She threw another package at him it contained an old fashioned pair of French knickers and corset with built in suspenders along with stockings, which if not silk were certainly a good imitation. The thought of Jessica dressed this way in a crowd of guys began a stirring in his trousers. “Did you pose in the underwear”“ “No, but they said to wear it so that I would carry myself in the proper way, I did pose for a couple showing me adjusting my stocking while lifting my skirt, no more than that.” “How many guys go?“ There were twelve today, only eight last week. Ray says that that’s normal once word gets out that there’s a new model.” The following Tuesday she returned home looking flushed and happy, again she threw the proofs at him “There were twenty guys turned up tonight, Ray had to turn some away there wasn’t room, he says I seem to be the most popular model they have had there. He asked if I would meet with him and a couple of the regulars to discuss the sessions for the next 6 weeks.” “Did you agree?“ “Of course I did I’m loving this. At first I thought that they might be a load of dirty old men but they aren’t, in fact I think they might be gay. I get guys hitting on me everywhere I go so unless I’m losing my touch they must be gay.” Steve wasn’t so sure “If they were they would want a guy to model.” “I suppose so; I must be losing my touch “ she looked a little down. “Any way what did you wear tonight?“ “I was a South Seas Island girl, you know grass skirt and a hula, they want to make full use of my complexion.” “What underwear could you wear with that”“ “Don’t be silly, that wouldn’t have been authentic, you don’t get Frederick’s of Hollywood on the set of South Pacific do you “ “So twenty guys were photographing you wearing nothing more than a bunch of leaves and you didn’t mind”“ “Of course not, I told you they’re all gay anyway. I was chatting to them while I got changed they never said a thing out of place.” “You mean you didn’t close the door of the dressing room.” “No, only Ray would be able to see in anyway and he has seen most of me anyway.” “WHAT?” “Last week, you didn’t think I could get into that corset on my own, he had to help me. I told you though he is a gentleman” “So when are you having this meeting?“ “Tomorrow night, Ray is picking me up at 7pm.” The next night Steve arrived home to find his Asian wife made up, bathed and dressed. She was wearing what he referred to as her hooker’s outfit. The one he was always urging her to wear on a night out with the girls in the hope that she would allow herself to be screwed silly by a few guys in whichever bar she happened to be in. Until tonight she had always insisted on only wearing it when she was out with him. It was cut low at the front revealing her firm and sizeable cleavage. The hem was high resulting in an inevitable flash of underwear whenever she sat or climbed stairs. He wondered just how concealing was the underwear she had selected. His eyes revealed his surprise and excitement. She punched him playfully “Don’t get your fantasy head on. I’m wearing this on purpose because you say no healthy guy could resist me in it. I’ll prove these guys have no sex interest in me at all” A car hooted outside, she grabbed her purse and strolled to Ray’s waiting car. Through the window Steve watched as she sat sideways before elegantly swinging her legs into a forward facing position. She saw him watching and blew him a kiss before closing the door and becoming no more than a rapidly fading pair of taillights. It was after 11 when the car returned. He looked out of the window. The car was parked away from streetlights; all he could distinguish was the dark shape. He watched expecting the door to open and Jessica return to him. He was torn in two. Part of him wanting her to be right about the guys and the other more frightening side and more exciting knowing exactly the effect that particular outfit had on any red blooded male. He waited, five minutes passed, the door stayed closed, ten minutes, his heart was pumping, his mouth dry, he considered creeping out to see exactly what was happening behind what would undoubtedly be steamed up windows but he was terrified of being caught. After twelve minutes and 50 seconds the door finally opened. As it did the interior light came on. Were his eyes deceiving him or was Jessica tugging the hem of her skirt down as she stood up? She walked towards the house. Steve dived into a chair trying to appear nonchalant as she opened the door. He looked up as she walked in. “Hi “ he said “ A bit later than usual tonight” She glanced at him “Yeah, there was a lot to talk about” Her mind was clearly elsewhere as she walked to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. Steve knew that something had obviously happened but he had no idea just what, he knew too that if he acted casual then Jessica would tell him all in much more detail than if he quizzed her. He made his brain concentrate on TV while he could hear her pottering about in the kitchen. Eventually she reappeared and sat on a seat quite close to, but not beside, him. “Don’t you want to know about my evening”“ “I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready...............assuming that there is something to tell” He looked her in the eye. She sighed, “You were right and I was wrong.” “They made a move on you?“ “Yes, no, Not all of them but yes Ray did, but I don’t think you will find it all that exciting.” He waited. “Well, the meeting was fine, they have decided to do a series called “Seductresses Through the Ages”; Cleopatra, Salome, Nell Gwynn, Mata Hari. That sort of thing. The meeting finished about ten and the others left. Ray ordered more drinks for us” “You were in a bar?“ “Yes, I hadn’t been expecting that either, it made sense though, Ray’s office would have been too small. “Ray just chatted over the drinks, you know where did I come from, how did I meet you, he told me about his marriage and his wife leaving him for another guy, how do you feel about me posing for all these guys.” “I told him about you wanting me to see me with other guys.” Steve nodded. “He asked if that was why you had sent me out dressed like this, I told him that I chose to wear it to prove to you that the guys weren’t after me.” “What did he say”“ “He said; “You have a very perceptive husband”. Then he offered to take me home. When we stopped outside he said “Before you go I have something to ask you” then he kissed me, and kept on kissing me.” “What else did he do.” “That was the odd thing, nothing else, he just kissed me. When it ended I said, “I thought you wanted to ask me something.” He replied, “ I just did, my lips asked your lips and next time we meet your lips will give me the answer” then he opened my door and that was it.” “I saw you tugging your dress down.” She grinned, “ Steve you really should try wearing a tight short dress one day, when you sit it rides up especially in a car.” “So he has no idea what you have beneath it?“ “I imagine he does, I crossed my legs enough all evening” As she spoke she crossed them again and Steve realised that she had been out all evening without any lingerie at all. “You intended to be seduced tonight” Steve exclaimed with a delighted shock. “Not exactly, I didn’t really think that Ray was gay and no woman likes to feel she has lost her allure so yes I admit that I was hoping he would make a pass, even if I slapped his face for it”. “But you didn’t slap him?” “No he didn’t really go too far, apart from kissing me he didn’t touch me, in fact I admit I was wishing that he would.” “I’m sure he wanted to.” “I know he wanted to but he was clever he is trying to leave it to me.” “He wants you to kiss him next time you mean.” “Yes, but I’m not going to.” “So you’re waiting for him to make the next move.” “Of course, I’m not a slut you know.” “One question.” “Yes.” “You said that you were hoping that he would touch you, if he had how far would you have let him go?” “I’d decided to let him feel my breasts, but not between my legs, not tonight.“ Steve decided it was time for him to have another meeting with Ray. They met at lunchtime the next day. Steve had expected him to be nervous, he wasn’t. “Jessica told me what happened between you.” “I assumed that she would.” “She also told me that she told you that I would approve.” “And do you?” “Of course I do, I’m here to make sure that you succeed, I know Jessica and one wrong move right now and you will blow it. I’ll tell you exactly what to do to be successful and there’s just one favour that I want in return” Steve carried on talking for nearly an hour before the two stood and shook hands sealing their deal. The following Tuesday Steve watched as Jessica dressed with care for her modelling session. She slipped into new red bra and thong before selecting a bright pink short dress to wear on top. “So will you be late tonight?“ he asked. “Quite possibly but don’t worry I’ll tell you every last detail.” “I wish I could be a fly on the wall.” “Well you can’t so stop worrying, you know that I’ll come home to you.” He dropped her off and watched her walk confidently into the building. Once inside she greeted the photographers already there. She walked through the studio and hung up her coat and purse and unzipped her dress. She hung this on a coat hanger and wearing only the new bra and thong she sat in a chair waiting for Ray to bring her the first outfit she was to wear. He arrived a few minutes later. To her dismay his eyes showed none of the signs of lust which Steve’s had borne only 40 minutes earlier. She wondered whether he was embarrassed, perhaps he had been drunk, she accepted the outfit he offered her. It was a 3-part outfit, the skirt was very tight of a fine material, even her thong would show outlines, the top was a bustiere of the same material and the headdress was of peacock feathers. Making sure that the door was sufficiently ajar for Ray to peak in she slipped off her bra and studied the outfit taking care to bend at the waist to pick up the bustiere. She knew that the material of her thong would ride up between her outer labia but had no way of knowing whether Ray would glance across at the right moment. She slipped the bustiere over her head, having to adjust her breasts so that they lay correctly inside it, like the skirt the material was fine and tight, her nipples could be clearly seen through it. She put the headdress on and used it as an excuse to call Ray back in. standing in her thong, bustiere and headdress she said, “Is this the right way around Ray?" She stood still as he moved closer and slipped the headdress into a more comfortable position, she felt her breasts lie against him and felt that he must be able to detect the moist heat from her pussy. He still kept everything totally professional. He returned to his place and she slipped the thong off and stepped into the tight skirt. Her mons pressed the material forward, she was sure that the guys would be able to clearly see the curve of her slit as she walked towards them. She kicked her thong towards the door ensuring that Ray would be in no doubt that his Egyptian Queen was totally naked beneath her finery. She felt like a real queen as she saw the looks of admiration from the photographers around her. Flash bulbs went off and she was called into a series of poses. That session lasted twenty minutes and she was asked to change for the asp scene. In the dressing room she stripped naked waiting for Ray to bring her the next outfit. His eyes widened in appreciation as he walked in. “We must talk later” he smiled. He left her what amounted to a sheer white nightie and a small crown. Outside a couch was being positioned. And a basket. She stepped into the nightie, it hung to the floor so in that respect it covered her but in reality it acted more as a window to her nakedness. The guys were about to see her as never before. She walked out and knew instantly that each guy was seeing her exactly as she imagined they would. The camera lights were so bright that they shone through the diaphanous material highlighting each subtle change in skin tone, each crevice of her body with the result that her nipples and diamond of pubic hair stood prominent like beacons on a dark sea. Behind the photographers was a huge mirror and she kept catching sight of herself. Had she been totally naked she cold not have revealed more. She moved around, her shock was rapidly replaced with a growing excitement at revealing herself in this way to this group of men. She wished that Steve were there, how excited he would be to see the wanton way she moved allowing increasingly intimate glimpses. Ray gestured to the basket. She lifted the lid and clamped it down at once, inside was a huge snake; she recalled the story of Cleopatra and how she had taken her life with an Asp. She looked at Ray and the photographers, once again she lifted the lid of the basket and to her relief realised that it was a harmless grass snake, although much longer than the norm. She lifted it out of the basket and allowed it to wrap itself around her waist, it felt warmer than she had imagined and wriggled calmly in her grasp, there was something almost phallic in its form. She held it to her cheeks and moved to the couch, she lay down and allowed it to nestle on top of her, finding the warm spot between her breasts to stretch downwards as she lifted its head to her throat for Cleopatra’s death scene. The camera’s stopped clicking and all present burst into a round of applause, she heard Ray announce “Thank you Jessica, a superb session and we are all looking forward to seeing your interpretation of Salome next week. Gentlemen can you tidy away and we’ll see you next Tuesday.” Jessica lay still listening to the guys tidying away their gear and bidding goodnight to her and Ray. The snake wriggled contentedly between her breasts. She heard Ray return from locking up. Jessica The Model “Come on Jessica, time to get dressed. Steve will be wondering where you are” She looked at him, she had assumed that she would be making love with him tonight then she remembered, she had not yet replied to the question asked in his kiss the previous week. She climbed off the couch. To her frustration he ignored her virtual nudity. He came and took the snake from her and busied himself putting it and the couch away. She walked to the dressing room where she stripped away the nightie and waited for his return. When she heard him she walked naked into the studio. “I have the answer to the question you asked last week”. She walked to him and placing her hands on either side of his neck she kissed him, her mouth open her tongue darted in and entwined with his, she took his hands and placed them on her firm breasts. She felt his response, at her stomach she felt his excitement growing, she pushed her tongue more deeply into his throat, greedily, hungrily. To her dismay he stepped back although his hands left her breasts with reluctance. “Now that I know your answer I really must get you home but warn Steve that you will be late home next week, very late” he smiled. In the car he avoided talking of their implied agreement. “Next week will involve some full nudity as Salome so be careful not to wear any clothes which will leave lines, no underwear and loose clothes all day I’m afraid” He handed her the proofs from the previous week’s shoot. She glanced at them, she had thought that the lei had concealed more of her breasts than it actually had, still no point in worrying about it now. Tonight’s camera’s no doubt contained even more revealing shots. Steve didn’t seem too surprised when she walked in at her usual time. He did however appreciate the proofs and made a selection of ten he wanted full copies of. On Friday Jessica refused Steve sex. This was the first time he had known her to do it but it didn’t worry him too much, he knew that in her own way that she did not want to be sated by Tuesday night, that in fact she would be desperate for wild and rampant lovemaking. On Monday she selected a soft dress with minimum elastic. She also wore no underwear of any kind. On Tuesday morning she did the same but the dress was much shorter, she enjoyed the feeling of air circulating freely around her most intimate parts and a kind of masochism made her choose stairs to walk up wherever she saw groups of guys hanging around the floor below them. Several times she felt eyes gazing upwards and she glanced down to catch the expression on their faces but made no move to conceal herself from their gaze. On Tuesday evening Steve dropped her off. She leant forward to kiss him. “Don’t wait up tonight I’m not sure what time I’ll be home. I’ll wake you when I get into bed” He nodded although he knew that he would not sleep until her golden body was lying next to his or better still beneath his. She walked in; again Ray was his usual business like self. “I want to start with the final scene. Salome receives the head of John the Baptist in return for her dance. We assume that there will have been a break between her dance and the execution, so wear this toga. He handed her a white robe. Once again he was all business, she had been hoping that he would make the first move so that she would not have to. She took the robe and entered the dressing room; deliberately she left the door open. Standing where she knew that he could see her she stripped the dress up and over her head. She knew that her breasts would be pointing upwards as she did. There was no reaction at all from ray and the others of course had their view obstructed. Dressed only in the toga she walked back into the studio. Ray presented her with a box. “ I want you to lift the lid, it contains a lifelike model of the head of John the Baptist.” She knelt in front of the box. The cameramen poised their lenses. Slowly she lifted the box away from the tray which was its base revealing a huge penis complete with balls, it was remarkably lifelike and she could not hold back the scream. Howls of laughter filled the room. She looked at Ray “Sorry Jessica I seem to have got the heads mixed up” He smiled and produced another box. “Don’t be too shocked at the face I posed for both models” Slowly she lifted the lid of the new box, this, at least did contain a clay head. She lifted the tray, the workmanship was amazing. It was Ray, Oh with long hair and a beard but nevertheless Ray. With a tingle at the top of her thighs she wondered if the other model was as lifelike. She looked for the box; Ray had placed it in her dressing room. The shoot continued and then Ray called for a ten-minute break while Jessica prepared herself for the Dance of the Seven Veils. Jessica returned to the dressing room and stripped the toga away. Reverently she picked up the phallus; it was too wide for her hand to encircle and longer than any cock she had experienced. Ray must have been joking about having modelled for it. She stood caressing its shape, imagining how it would feel to have the original thrust its way inside her and begin pumping and sliding in her intimate cavern. She realised she was not alone. Ray stood at the door a smile upon his face. I’m glad you appreciate my little joke, you can keep that if you wish, give it pride of place on your coffee table” She grinned, “I’m not sure how Steve would react” “Tell him it is your scalp collection” He grinned “now I’d better help transform you for the Seven Veils” He produced two bands and a pile of chiffon. “That is my outfit”“ She exclaimed “Considerably more than you finish the scene wearing” he smiled “first you wear this like a choker”. He laid a velvet strap around her neck. Six loops were attached. Through each loop he lightly knotted one of the pieces of chiffon so they lay down and around her body stretchingto her knees. Next he placed the other strap around her face above her upper lip. From this he attached the widest piece of chiffon. It hung down across the other items spreading across the front of her body. She looked in the mirror; all that was visible was the top of her head, her arms and her legs from below the knees. She was totally covered and yet felt deliciously exposed. “What I want you to do is simply dance around the room, slowly remove each of the scarves or veils leaving the mouth one till last. Once that is removed stand totally still with your head back and your arms in the air.” She nodded her understanding and he went ahead to gather the guys back to resume the session. He had still said nothing about his plans for later. The knowledge that in a few minutes time she would be totally naked in front of the guys did not intimidate her as much as she had expected. In fact the prospect quite excited her and she hoped that her performance would have the effect of exciting them too, or more particularly Ray. She heard the guys returning and setting their cameras, the lights went on and then Ray stood at the door. “Whenever you’re ready Jessica” He smiled encouragingly. She took a deep breath and entered the studio. The silence was intense, clearly the guys had been looking forward to this session, one camera went off, and then another and soon the clicks resounded around the room as she began dancing around. As she moved the veils lifted and floated giving tantalising glimpses of her nudity. After two circuits of the room her hand moved to the veil hanging to her left side, she pulled it away and watched as it floated through the air before descending to the floor. She danced again aware that now her left breast was almost permanently on show. After another circuit she released the veil on her right side. This left just 5 veils, two at her back, one over each breast and the one from her lips; which covered the front of her body. She began running gently around the circle of photographers allowing the veils to fan out behind her. She stopped suddenly, as she expected one of the back veils wrapped around her leg. She looked Ray in the eye as she pulled it free before running again. She knew now that each of the guys had seen her virtually naked and the clicking of the cameras spurred her on. If only Steve was here to see this. She lost the fourth veil, which left one over each breast and the long frontal one. Unable to decide which to lose first she took each in her hands and slowly tugged them free. In the mirror she could see that her breasts and pussy were now clearly visible beneath the one remaining layer of chiffon. She walked around the circle allowing each photographer to capture this final veil and the little it hid. Then standing in the centre she placed both hands at her lips revealing first her face and slowly uncovered: her neck, her shoulder blades, the upper slopes of her breasts, her nipples, her flat stomach. From there she allowed it to drop to the floor while the photographers frantically captured as many images of her nudity as possible. The guys moved around her to take her image from every angle. The stance stiffened her and she moved her feet a little apart, which caused another flurry of shutter action. At last the cameras stopped. She could hear Ray’s voice thanking her and bidding farewell to the members. She opened her eyes; the members were reluctantly trooping out thanking her and saying goodbye as they did. She walked back to her dressing room, would Ray want her to dress again” She sat waiting for him to return after locking up. She picked up the phallus again; her fingers encircling it She hoped that it wasn’t an accurate depiction of Ray. She could not imagine herself being able to accommodate anything that size, even in her mouth, she opened her lips to gauge it better only to realise once again that Ray was standing watching. She grinned shyly. “You aren’t really this size are you”“ she asked He smiled back “You’ll find out soon enough, but first I’d like to take a personal set of photo’s”. He tossed her a bag. “Try these on” He went back into the studio, closing the door after him. She opened the bag; it contained a short black skirt with a split up the left thigh, a red sheer blouse and a full set of black lingerie including old-fashioned seamed stockings. In addition there were a six-inch pair of high heels in her size. Swiftly she fitted herself into the outfit; it was the sort of slutty outfit that Steve would love to see her wearing walking into a pool hall filled with lustful guys. Despite some embarrassment she had to admit that she looked good in the outfit. She spelled sex but that wasn’t a bad thing. She peeked out into the studio. Ray was changing the scenery or backdrop into a street scene; there was a pavement, a seat and a fence scrawled with graffiti. She stepped out, “Are you ready for me?“ He turned to her “I have been since I first saw you drinking coffee but another 30 minutes wait wont hurt” She laughed. “So how do you want me ... For the photos that is” “Just walk the pavement, here is a purse, swing it, go past the seat then return and sit in it, allow the split to show.” She did as she was told, realising that it was a hooker’s outfit she was wearing, she sat slightly twisted so that the camera could see her stocking tops, the suspender clip and an expanse of thigh. “Great, now kneel on the seat looking behind you, bend as though you are peering deep behind you” Again she did realising that her skirt had ridden all the way up exposing her bottom with only the tiny g-string for protection. “Now stand and walk slowly, drop the purse and begin unbuttoning the blouse.” “Next unzip and drop the skirt.” “Now unclip the bra but hold it to you for a second or two before dropping it.” “Offer your breasts to the camera.” “Turn and lower the g string, then bend and pull it off.” “Stay in position and pull your cheeks apart.” Stripping to order and being made to expose herself in this way to a man who was about to become her lover had a disconcerting effect on Jessica, she had been moist all day in anticipation but now she realised that she was lubricating copiously. “Excellent now turn and kneel facing the camera, open your mouth wide” “Last shot kneel on the seat again, your arms over the back, lean forward and offer your hot pussy to me” She did as she was told and noticed the flash, and another and another. The next thing she noticed was a huge prick made of flesh sliding smoothly into her hot and open pussy. The camera shots were forgotten, Jessica discovered that she could easily accept Ray’s cock into both her pussy and her mouth. For the next two hours Ray took her in every position imaginable, He came first just twenty minutes after starting but her mouth brought him back to life within ten minutes and he rammed at her constantly for the following ninety minutes or more. At last she begged for mercy and he finally spurted his long awaited cum deep into her naked pussy. They lay together another twenty minutes relaxing before she showered and made to dress. He stopped her “Wear the whores outfit to go home I’m sure that Steve will appreciate it” Jessica was equally sure and happily re dressed in the streetwalker’s gear. It was nearly 1.45 when she finally opened her front door. She was not surprised to find Steve waiting and his face when he saw how she was dressed was a picture. He asked a thousand questions. “Wait, wait I’ll tell you every detail but first I want to do the special thing you love when we are alone, then I’ll tell you every detail about tonight and then you can screw my pussy. The next morning Jessica managed to force herself to college while Steve took the day off. As he expected at 11am the doorbell rang. A delivery boy stood there. Steve accepted the parcel and sat down to watching the videos from the previous two weeks taken in the studio and in the dressing room. He knew he would leave the one entitled Jessica the Street Walker till last Ray had kept his part of the bargain.