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Blow Job Lessons Ch. 03

By: primetime73



Ashley left Starbucks with Tyler and headed to his house to watch a movie. She rode in silent anticipation of having some alone time with Tyler. They had been dating for about a month now and were finally past all the graduation parties and family events and into the summer. Tyler was a great guy and treated Ashley very well but he was also frustrating. Ashley had been extremely horny lately; she hadn't had any sexual contact since that night at Rick's when she and Lauren had briefly experimented with him. Tyler seemed so shy around her and since they had rarely been alone they hadn't went past second base. The worst part was hearing Lauren and Hope talk about their dates and hearing how hard it was to keep the guys out of their pants on the first date. Ashley looked down at her skimpy top and short skirt figuring there was no way Tyler would be able to keep his hands off of her in this outfit. The low cut top barely covered her C cups and the push up bra gave her some nice cleavage as she almost spilled out of the top. 

They arrived at Tyler's house and headed toward the basement, it was 10 o'clock, Tyler's unfortunately early curfew but at least she didn't have a set time to be home. She plopped down on the couch and grabbed a blanket to throw over them in the cool basement air as Tyler turned on the TV and put on a movie. Ashley wasn't interested in any movie, she wanted to make out and hopefully a little more. Tyler sat near her and obliged her first wish. They made out steadily for 10 minutes but his hands remained on her arms, back and hips. Ashley's tits ached for his touch, her hard nipples begged to be tweaked and licked but to no avail. She even started rubbing his crotch and could feel he was definitely hard but he repositioned himself so she couldn't keep stroking him over his loose fitting shorts. 

Finally she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"C'mon," she begged, "you barely touch me and you won't let me anywhere near your dick. Do you not like me or something?"

"No, I mean yes I like you, and no it's not that I don't, but it's... it's that I signed a pledge that I wouldn't have sex with anyone till I was married. Everyone at our school did it, and my parents are always reminding me that I should wait. And honestly, I don't know if I can, especially with you dressed like that and kissing me and rubbing me and well... you know."

As if on cue, Tyler's mother shouted downstairs, "Tyler it's going to be 11 o'clock soon and I think Ashley probably needs to get home. I'll drive her so you don't have to drive this late."

"Yeah, in a minute Mom! We'll be right up," he called out to her.

Ashley's mind swore, "Dammit. His over protective Mom and worrying about getting her home by 11 o'clock. Like her Mom would even be home when she got there. Of all the hot guys in the world I have to date I have to try and hook up with a guy destined for the priesthood thanks to his parents."

They trudged up the stairs and Ashley threw her jacket on as Tyler's Mom eyed her cooly. "Tyler honey, why don't you stay here so I can have a talk with Ashley on her way home?" You go to bed and I'll see you in the morning," she ordered Tyler.

Ashley couldn't believe he put up with this; it would drive her crazy if her mom treated her like a child instead of an 18 year old adult who was finally out of high school.

The car ride was painful as there was no music and Tyler's mom never said a word despite her comments to Tyler as they left. She stared straight ahead, focused on road, with occasionally glances over at Ashley's legs, her displeasure evident. As she pulled to a stop in front of Ashley's house she looked directly at Ashley, who was just opening the door and about to say, "Thanks" and announced, "I don't want you seeing Tyler anymore." 

Ashley started to protest but was quickly cut off. 

"You dress like a tramp, don't think I haven't noticed the skirts and what you call a blouse. It's bad enough men's eyes follow you everywhere but I see how my son looks at you. I realize the temptation you and your little friends like that Hope girl you run around with represent. Well my son is not going to get caught up in some tawdry affair or pregnancy or who knows what else you girls are into before he even goes off to college. I'll thank you kindly to never call again or bother my son again. Goodnight now and please don't slam the door."

Ashley's mouth hung open and tears welled up in her eyes as the woman berated and insulted her. Wordlessly she got out and slammed the door with all her might just as Tyler's bitchy Mom pulled hastily away. 

Her house was dark as expected; the note on the kitchen counter told her Mom was spending the night at her boyfriend's house yet again. Ashley was glad to have the house to herself, she was in no mood to deal with her Mom's prying questions or explain her tears. The tears had basically stopped now and were replace with anger, "Who was that bitch to tell me what to wear and who to see," she thought as she whipped off her silky top and threw it on the floor into her messy pile of clothes. She looked in the mirror and posed seductively before dropping her skirt and kicking it off her foot. Reaching around behind her, she unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms, appreciating the removal of the constriction of her breasts. She always hated that bra, it felt so tight pushing her breasts together, but it made her look hot she thought, even if Tyler ignored her or his Mom bitched her out. 

She strode back downstairs, wearing just her underwear, letting her firm tits sway as she opened the refrigerator. Grabbing the box of wine she poured herself a giant full glass, knowing her mom would never notice. She plopped down on the sofa and began flipping through the channels and quickly sipping her wine. She stopped on a bedroom scene on what must have been Cinemax judging from the poor acting and gratuitous nudity. If Tyler's mom thought she dressed like a slut and was a bad influence then she could... she could..., Ashley burst out laughing thinking about what that bitch would think seeing her lounging nearly naked on the couch drinking wine and watching soft core porn. 

As the couple on TV rolled around the bed and passionately kissed and caressed while they pretended to have sex, Ashley's mind wandered back to her last encounter with Rick. She had thought about it a lot during the first couple weeks after, but had lately pushed it out of her mind since she spent so much time with Tyler and running from party to party. She really hadn't even been alone with Lauren since then but things seemed O.K. between them during their brief encounters at graduation parties. 

She felt the return of the familiar warmth and tingling in the pit of her stomach as she remembered his hands on her and the desire for her in his voice as she sucked his cock. "God," she thought, "I am so fucking horny right now." She was almost done with her second full glass of wine and had just started to run one finger up and down the front of her silky panties when she saw the backyard light up slightly. 

Sneaking over to the patio door she looked out and noticed that Rick's back deck lights were on, he must have just turned them on when he got home. A wicked thought crossed her mind, "If Tyler's Mom thinks I am a slut, maybe I will be, maybe I'll find a man who can fuck me like her son won't." She slammed the last of her wine and ran upstairs to get changed. 

She looked around until she found the shortest jean skirt she owned. It was a couple years old and since she grew a little it made the hemline ridiculously short, maybe a third of the way down her thigh toward her knee. After wearing that push up bra all night she wasn't going to be bothered with that again and looked for a top that didn't require any support or soft fabric. She settled on a white halter top that tied around her neck. Slipping on flip flops she headed down the stairs and out the back patio door. The night had certainly cooled off as her nipples instantly popped out before she even made it off her own deck. 

She could see Rick sitting on a chair with his back to her as she approached. Wordlessly she snuck up behind him before jumping forward and grabbing his shoulders, "Gottcha!" she yelled.

Rick jumped, spilling beer on his shirt. "Holy shit Ashley! You scared the crap outta me," he said sitting up and shaking the excess beer from his hand. "What are you doing out here?"

"I was sitting at home having a glass of wine when I noticed your lights come on so I thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to. I hope it's O.K." 

"Yeah, no problem," his eyes quickly wandered down her body before he continued, "I just got home from dinner. My friend Matt is in town for the weekend and well...here he is now." Rick explained as the patio door opened a blonde haired shirtless man emerged. 

When Matt noticed Ashley standing there he paused with his T shirt around his arms just as he was about to put it on over his head. "Who is this lovely lady?," he asked as he he too eyed her body from head to toe, pausing at her rather obvious bra less chest and protruding nipples before holding her gaze until she looked away almost embarrassed. 

"Shit," Ashley swore to herself. She didn't expect Rick to have a guest and she saw her plans slipping away. "I'm Ashley, I live next door," she stated holding out her hand for his.

Matt dropped the shirt back down and extracted his hand, giving a fairly good shake causing her rather free breasts to jiggle under the loose fitting top. "I'm Matt. Nice to meet you." He held her hand for just a little too long as he stared at her before commenting, "I suppose I should finish changing my clothes before coming outside. Especially if there are young ladies about." 

"Not at all. I don't mind," Ashley laughed. His abs were well defined and his broad shoulders tapered nicely to his waist. Matt wore jeans and no shoes or socks, coupled with his dirty blonde hair and tan skin he could have just stepped out of a beach ad in a magazine. 

"Fine with me," he laughed and tossed his shirt over the arm of his chair before sitting down. 

Ashley moved over to sit on the bench near Rick, across from Matt and crossed her legs at the knee, letting her skirt ride very high on her thighs. "So what are you two doing tonight?"

Rick started, "We went out for some great steaks and drinks and were just planning on chilling out here for awhile, catching up and such. What are you doing out looking so sexy this evening?"

"I went on a date that didn't go very well," she looked across at Matt who was clearly looking straight at her crotch, "so...," she continued, "I had a couple glasses of wine and thought I'd see what you had going on over here." She fidgeted a little as Matt's eyes caught hers briefly as he gave her a tight lipped smile as if he knew all about her story. His light blue eyes were mischievous as he plainly drifted back down her and focused on her legs again. Ashley unconsciously re-crossed her legs out of nervous habit not thinking about the brief flash she gave him of her white panties. Matt smiled as he took a sip from his drink.

"I can't imagine a date not going well with you Ash." Rick countered. He was well aware of her skimpy clothes and figured she came over here for a reason, especially after not seeing her for nearly a month. "I need to get another drink, I'll get you one if you come downstairs and pick something out from the bar." 

Ashley stood, following Rick to the basement where he found a bottle wine and poured a glass for Ashley. He watched her take one full sip before slipping the glass from her hand and pulling her tight against him. Ashley could already feel the heat climbing her body as she anticipated Rick's next move. "So why did you really come over tonight," he asked.

"I was lonely and was hoping you might be too..." she trailed off feeling his hands slip down from her waist to her ass, pulling her even tighter to him as she slipped her arms around his neck. "But I didn't know you had company, I can go home if you want. I mean I know you have to entertain your friend."

"It's O.K.," Rick explained, "He can take care of himself, and he knows why you're here." Rick bent down and began kissing Ashley's neck as he slid on hand under her skirt and began caressing her ass. 

She laughed, pulling away, "Are you sure. I mean he is right upstairs."

"Who cares," Rick laughed, dropping his pants and stepping out of them. "He's fine up there, and I don't care if he peeps a little. Now come here," he said holding out his hand.

Ashley stared at Rick's still flaccid cock hanging down. It still looked big even soft as it hung down at least 6 or 7 inches. Her mind raced, sure she was horny as hell and wanted to feel Rick's big cock again but she was nervous about the guy upstairs. She pictured Matt staring at her crotch and knew he would find a way to sneak down here and watch but part of her didn't care. She admitted to herself that Matt was definitely hot, who cares if he watches her with Rick, it's not like she didn't feel a little flattered that he wanted to see her in action. Just then Rick stepped forward and ran both hands down her arms and then back up her torso, squeezing a handful of each breast. "Damn Ashley, you have fine tits. Do you want me to suck them like last time?" He leaned in close, "or do you just want to suck on my cock again?"

Wordlessly, she reached down and pulled the top off over her head, exposing her tits and reaching forward to stroke his cock with one hand. Rick wasted no time in leaned down to kiss each nipple tenderly before grabbing one handful and letting his lips clamp down on the entire areola, teasing the hard nipple with his tongue. Ashley leaned her head back and ran a hand into his hair holding his face to her chest. "Finally," she thought to her earlier aching in her chest as she wished and wished Tyler would have just pulled her top down and touched her, licked her, anything. Her other hand continued stroking Rick, feeling his length and girth increase with every second. Slipping to her knees she looked up at his massive erection sticking straight out while she continued stroking now with her other hand. 

"You been practicing?" Rick asked.

Ashley shook her head no but pulled his straight cock down to allow her to slide it down her throat as she came back up. Her mouth stretched as the thickness increased as more and more slid inside. Finally reaching about 2/3rds of his shaft she pulled back off, "How's that?," she asked smiling. 

"Fucking fantastic." Rick replied encouraging her to continue.

Ashley smiled at his comments, thinking about how wet she was getting despite still being a little nervous about coming over here like this and throwing herself at Rick. "I have an idea," she blurted out while still looking up at him and stroking his now fully hard and slick cock. "I was wondering if you would do something for me," she asked innocently.

"Sure, anything," he replied, "just don't stop now."

Ashley smiled at his obvious desire and gave him a few more long slow deep throated sucks before continuing. "Well... remember when you offered to you know... go down on me?"

"Yeah of course. I'd do it anytime for you honey, just say the word."

"Well how about right now?" she asked as she stood up and began wiggling out of her little skirt.

Rick eagerly responded, "Yes, thank God, I didn't know if you were ever going to let me get at that sweet little pussy of yours." He stepped toward her and placed his right hand on her crotch, slowly rubbing her warm pussy through her damp panties. Ashley's reaction was immediate; he heard the quick intake of breath and almost purr from her lips as she moved even closer to him. Rick's still hard cock sticking out to the side pressed between their abdomens as he embraced her with his left arm while still massaging her with his right. 

"I have an idea," he offered, leading her by the hand over to the chaise end of the sectional sofa, sliding the ottoman with his foot to extend the length. "Strip those panties, Ashley, and come here," he ordered as he lay down, naked on the ottoman and chaise. "Have you ever 69'd a guy Ashley?"

"No," she giggled, "I didn't know anyone actually ever did it outside of pornos."

"Sure, now just swing your leg over like this," he guided her on top of him so she straddled his chest as she lay down. He lifted his head and gave a quick lick to her slightly bushy slit. Ashley's reaction was as expected. She moved her hips and slid toward his face to give him better access as he went back in and aggressively began licking inside her lips. Ashley exhaled as her pussy lit up with sensation. Her cheek rested on his thigh as she continued stroking him with her left hand. His tongue probed into her and flicked her swollen clit. Ashley had only been eaten out once before and it had been a drunken tentative groping more than anything. She returned Rick's favor by licking up the side of his cock, trying to get her face up to the tip and suck it down her throat. As she was finally able to take his cock in her mouth, she ground her pussy into his face, nearly smothering him. Rick reacted by lifting her hips with both hands providing him room to maneuver around her opening. Ashley's face was inadvertently forced down on his cock, deep throating more than she ever had. Struggling with the size and trying to breathe she did a push up on her arms to free herself and let his cock fall away. "Oh, my God," she exclaimed, "I can't keep it up like this," she laid her head back on his thigh and began stroking him and sucking his balls. 

Rick was surprised she was able to take as much down her throat as she did before she gagged and was forced to spit him out. Her tongue still felt wonderful on his shaft and her lips on his smooth balls, more than kept him hard. Her juices seeped out around his mouth and chin as he literally sucked on her clit, hearing her moan as she approached climax. Then he finally heard what he had been waiting for. It was soft at first and barely audible but increased with intensity as she came, "fuck me, please just fuck me," she repeated breathlessly. 

Rick wasted no time lifting her off of him and sliding out from under her. Ashley rolled over looking up at him and left her legs spread hanging off either side of the ottoman. This is really happening thought Ashley. She didn't even feel self conscious laying here spread eagle as he stared at her naked body stroking his cock as he positioned himself. He lifted her legs and gripped her thighs near her hips and slid down the ottoman toward him so he could enter her while on his knees on the floor. Any inhibitions Ashley still had were erased by the wine, her orgasm, and her own enhanced desire at being manhandled as he positioned her. This was a far cry from the tentative sex she had had before and certainly a relief from the unfulfilled aching she had in Tyler's basement earlier. 

Rick gripped his cock around the base and guided it slowly into her tight pussy. Ashley's intake of breath and sharp gasp clued him to halt the progress as the first 3 inches stretched her and forced her wetness into her. "Oh, God it's so fuckin' big," she exclaimed, "don't stop but go slow," she pleaded.

Rick teased her opening with the tip sliding just an inch or two in and working the lubricate around, feeling the short hairs of her pubes against his shaft as penetrated deeper, getting almost half way in before stopping to let her adjust to his girth. He could feel her squirming against him, "That's it baby," he whispered, "nice and slow, take it a little at a time."

Ashley was on fire, she had never felt so full and he wasn't even all the way in. It hurt but felt so good at the same time as he began slowly pulling out and pushing back into her. Before she knew it he was pumping about three quarters of his massive cock into her and the pain was giving way to a rising sensation building from her loins to her chest. Rick's hand left his cock and slid up her body roughly squeezing her swaying tits as he slid into her. His other kept her right leg lifted, forcing her knee toward her chest. She couldn't help letting out loud moans and the occasional, "yes, yes" as he fucked her. A damn had burst inside her as her pussy relaxed in a way she had never felt as if he had pushed through a narrow canal into the opening beyond. She gushed wetness as she screamed her orgasm's escape. 


Blow Job Lessons Ch. 03



Rick pulled out of her and rolled her hips over guiding her up to her knees. "I'm not done yet, baby," he warned before entering her from behind. Ashley moaned loudly at the strain of his cock pushing inside her again. The sensation sent tingles up her spine as her pussy felt ticklish and super sensitive. Every thrust was such a mix of pain and pleasure she was almost cumming each movement in or out. 

For the first time she opened her eyes and looked toward the stairs. Matt was standing there shirtless and stroking his hard cock watching. She had totally forgotten he was at the house. Instead of being embarrassed, she was turned on that he was watching. It was so hot getting fucked this hard and knowing such a hot guy was standing the watching, stroking his cock. Rick grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head up as he continued pounding into her. Matt's six pack abs and chiseled chest looked so good she thought I would definitely fuck this guy if I met him at a party. Matt stepped forward, now just a few feet from Ashley as he stared right at her still stroking himself slowly. Ashley felt as if she was out of her body and surprised herself as she opened her mouth invitingly. Matt took her cue and moved close enough to put his cock in her mouth. Ashley took it in sucking hard, as Rick stopped his thrusts for a moment to allow her to work on Matt. Ashley worked his cock in and out of her mouth, hands free and she rocked back and forth on Rick. She couldn't believe she was taking two guys like this but everything felt so good and she just didn't' care anymore about Tyler or anything but getting off at this moment. Matt's cock was no where near Rick's size and was much easier to suck, especially since he gripped her head and guided her all the way down his shaft. She was so turned on by the two guys handling her how they wanted, positioning her and bringing so much pleasure as they used her how they wanted.

Rick had halted all movement and just let Ashley ride into him at her pace as she sucked off Matt. Matt was running his fingers into her reddish blonde hair caressing her head as she continued giving him head. Rick suddenly pulled out of her and motioned for Matt to switch places. 

Ashley was grateful for the respite as her pussy was getting sore from Rick's massive erection pulsing into her. Before Matt could get behind her, Rick appeared in front of her and before she knew it he shot a huge load of cum onto her chest. He continued stroking out two more large gobs coating her chest in sticky fluid. "God, Ashley, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to let it go."

She smiled, "Not a problem, I couldn't take that cock anymore." She was on her knees facing Rick but Matt wasn't done yet. 

"Don't forget me baby," Matt whispered as he lay down on the couch, pulling her over on top of him. His cock slid easily into her stretched and wet opening. Ashley rode him as she rubbed Rick's cum into her skin, teasing her own hard nipples as she loved the ticklish sensation of Matt's normal sized cock inside her. Matt certainly wasn't squeamish as he too rubbed her tits, kneading them, uncaring about Rick's sticky cum. Ashley felt her third orgasm of the night building as Matt grabbed her ass and thrust up into her. She leaned forward, her hands on his hard chest for support as she came again. As soon as the sound escaped her lips, Matt thrust upward in one hard motion holding there as he pumped his load into her. Her legs were weak as she stood, feeling the cum dripping out of her and down her leg. Matt lay motionless on the couch and Rick stood to the side, still naked watching with a smile on his face. "There's a shower upstairs if you need one," he offered.

Ashley's body shook from the hard orgasm, the muscles in her legs burning, and the adrenaline of what had just happened. She couldn't believe she had really let two guys just fuck her like that. She had never even heard Hope talk about something like that and here she was naked with cum in her and on her in her neighbor's dark basement after fucking him and his friend. She felt she should feel some remorse or something but didn't. She felt really good, well, except for how sore her crotch was from the pounding like never before. 

"I should probably go." She wondered aloud as she bent down to pull her underwear up her legs. The adrenaline was wearing off and she felt tired and a little awkward, not sure how to act next. 

"I had a great time," Rick said has stepped forward and kissed her deeply. "I hope you come back soon."

"I don't know what I am doing but that was , that was, I don't know, but it felt good. I reeeallly should go." Ashley pulled her skirt on and grabbed Rick's shirt, "Can I borrow this to wear home? I think I'm a little sticky for this?" she said as she held up the skimpy top she wore over. 

"Sure no problem, I'll come get it some night when you are home all alone," he laughed.

"Yeah, I bet. Only I probably have to suck your cock or something for it right." She teased back nervously. She was so turned on by the two guys handling her how they wanted, positioning her and bringing so much pleasure as they used her how they wanted she couldn't stop thinking about sex as she left through the back door again.



Blow Job Lessons Ch. 04



Hope worked the numbers through her head again. She still figured she needed more cash saved up if she was really going to move out to L.A. and try to break into more acting or better modeling gigs. Things were O.K. here in Bay City but as her friends, Ashley and Lauren figured out school she needed to go her own way finally. 

School wasn't really an option for her or a desire. She was the very definition of beauty before brains and didn't pretend to care. Her grades had been mainly C's all thru high school, just like her mom who seemed to have done alright for herself by modeling and getting bit parts in commercials until she married money a few times. She and her mom used to joke, "Who cares about C's when you've got D's!" as they grabbed their full busts and laughed. Hope had even been held back a year before kindergarten as she was on the border for the age cutoff and her mom was in the midst of divorce number 1. Hope got a birthday card from her dad every year and saw him for a couple weeks but really he was more excited when she turned 18 and he was able to dump the child support payments to Hope's mom. Hope's 19th birthday would be coming up before the end of summer and she was feeling the itch to finally move away and see a more glamorous life. 

She didn't have a boyfriend at the moment which was odd for her. Her last boyfriend had been a friend of Lauren's older brother at the local college. He had been fun but the guy was such a dog, and cheated on her all the time. She had to laugh to herself about the irony of the treatment. The guy was certainly hot so it made sense that he was as narcissistic as her and didn't really care about her feelings. When she lay in bed thinking about it all, she could definitely see herself behaving that way. Lauren and Ashley each had guys they were seeing right now, leaving Hope with a lot of time to herself, although she had heard that Ashley's deal might be over. Something about Tyler's strict parents or something. Yeah, like Ashley was a girl a parent should worry about. That guy's mom would freak if she ever saw some of the stuff Hope strutted around in. 

The need to make money pulled Hope's wandering mind back into focus. She knew she definitely needed to improve her portfolio of pictures, her comp card, and get some updated shots to send out. She dug through her Blackberry looking for Esteban's number. He had photographed her for a muscle car magazine shoot a number of months ago and had really seemed to like her and had taken some great shots. Esteban had been the photographer she let suck on her tits a bit after he told her they were the best he had ever shot. Hope couldn't believe she had slipped up and told Ashley and Lauren the story while drunk at a party. She wasn't embarrassed about it just sort of surprised at how shocked they seemed. She tried to explain how horny she got at some of these shoots but it was hard to convey how much she enjoyed being complimented on her looks while teasing the camera. She thought about what people's reactions were to her pics and it turned her on to think that some guy somewhere looked at her photo and thought she was hot or even lusted after her. 

She found Esteban's number and dialed him, "Hi Esteban, it's me, Hope Carter, do you remember from the muscle car shoot?"

"Yeah, yeah, how could I forget? Fantastic shots, some great ones even. What are you doing now? You never called again so I thought you must be too famous from that shoot and moved on to bigger photographers," he laughed a bit, "No, I am only teasing but a girl as beautiful as you should be working every week, no?"

"Thank you Esteban, you are too kind. But that is why I am calling. I was hoping you could help me update my portfolio and comp cards. I want to start working more so I can save up some cash to make the move the L.A. so I need to build my resume and references. Do you have any time to help me out?"

"Let me see...hmm... for you I will make time." Flipping through his calendar he kept talking, "I have a potential shoot coming up where I have discretion from the buyer for whatever models I want to use as long as they portray the image he is looking for. We can talk about it later after we update your portfolio. Can you come by my studio on Saturday morning?"

"Sure Esteban!" Hope was relieved. "I can come by around 9 AM if that works for you."

"Sounds great. I'll see you then." He was about to hang up when he thought to ask, "Oh wait, Hope I need your measurements. I'll mock up a new comp card but also so I can order some stuff from the buyer for the potential photo shoot I may need you for. It is sort of a lingerie line."

"No problem." Hope calmly recited her measurements, hoping his order meant she was a shoo in for the job. " 34D chest, 24 waist, 33 hips. I wear a small panty or a size 4 dress if that matters. Anything else?"

"Nope, got it. See you Saturday."

"I'll be there, see you then. Bye."

Hope hung up and danced a little in place. Not only getting updated photos but also a potential bit of cash was better than she expected. It sounded like a photo shoot for a lingerie line of clothing, probably for a catalog. She didn't mind parading around in lingerie, she had done it enough times already and it can turn into easy steady work if they put out catalogs regularly. 

Saturday morning arrived and Hope rolled out of bed early to get ready and drive the hour plus to Esteban's studio. She had gotten pretty good an applying make up with years of her Mom's instruction it was probably her best fall back skill after her looks. She dressed casual knowing that multiple wardrobe changes would be necessary for the updates she needed. A pair of short short jean shorts and a simple LaCoste collared pull over shirt and fake jeweled sandals made for a comfortable simple look. She was glad her tan had improved since she really hadn't done much else this summer. Her brown skin contrasted the white bra she wore under the pink shirt and her legs looked muscular and long in the shorts. In the front, the bottoms of the pockets hung below the leg openings and the curve of her cheeks just peeked out the bottoms in the back. 

Esteban greeted her at the door with a hug as she dropped the duffel bag of clothes on the floor of his studio/house entryway. He held her at arms length and then twirled her around slowly, letting out a whistle as he approved, "You look fantastic Hope. Even better than before."

"Thank you, thank you again Esteban. This means so much to me. I mean I know you have all sorts of connections and probably have girls lining up to shoot with you so I really appreciate your time." Hope gushed as she was truly thankful but also loving having him slowly twirl her, allowing her to make a bit of a show sticking out her ass and chest, flexing her legs as she moved around. 

"Lets get you inside and get to work. I can't wait to shoot you again." He led her down the hall to the garage which had been converted to his studio. The windows were blacked out and a white reflective surface faced the impressive lighting set up. She saw the couch and big screen TV area separating what looked like an office at the back, near the rear exit. 

"The changing area is behind that piece of wall jutting out over there," he motioned toward a small hidden alcove. "I'll start setting up. Wear whatever you feel like updating first, bikini, casual, et cetera. I'll make the final adjustments when you come out."

Hope changed into her sun dress first. She went through the dresses she brought, her jeans and t shirts, her slinky formal wear and all the more modest sets. The morning was flying by. Esteban was great to work with, he directed her perfectly, strove for the best lighting, angle and poses and of course encouraged her with compliments and praise. 

Her final sets would be the bikinis and lingerie she had along. She saved these for last knowing it would hot in here now with the lights on this long and to make sure Esteban got a good look at her for consideration of this upcoming job. She took off her tight fitting sweater and bra, slipping into her white bikini with the belted bottoms. The triangles on top strained to contain her firm round breast which seemed determined to press out as she cupped them and fit them in. Walking out from the alcove she posed against the fake rock wall, placing one foot to the side on her toes as she bent her knee tilting her head back, letting her long blonde hair brush her back. 

Esteban looked up from his camera and smiled, clapping, "Bravo, Bravo girl. You saved the best for last I see." He stepped forward getting a closer look at her and suddenly frowned a bit.

"What?" Hope froze, "Why are looking so strange?" She was nervous as he stared at her chest. Guys always stared at her chest, especially in a swim suit but he had a look as if she did something wrong. She instinctively looked down, "What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing that can't be fixed." He smile reassuring. His dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and dancing dark eyes made him look serious yet helpful. Hope relaxed a bit. "It is a common thing really." His large hands covered her shoulders completely and felt warm from the camera and lights on her bare skin as he slowly turned her away from him. He let go and she felt the gentle tug on the bikini string in the middle of her back. Instinctively she reached up and cupped her chest holding the top in place as the strings fell away. 

"Relax, Hope. I am just going to retie your top so it isn't so tight. You girls always tie them on so tight it makes your boobs look like they are struggling to get out for air or worse, being completely choked off and uncomfortable. Just relax and let them settle into place and I will cinch it back up."

Hope exhaled and dropped her hands to her sides. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at not only having to be told something a model should know but at tensing up when he touched her and adjusted her top. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her topless before, he had even sucked on each of her breasts for a moment, kneading them and getting her completely aroused at their last shoot before calmly going back to his shooting. She wanted to be professional and not be concerned about nudity or his touch. She couldn't believe he had the ability to stop last time and that impressed her more than anything. 

She felt her breasts settle into place, hanging firmly with no support. They were large, larger than her handful but firm enough that they didn't really sag, just sort of jutted out from her thin frame and rib cage, like oversized fruit. It wasn't uncomfortable for her to go braless, but she did generate quite a bounce which always excited her easily hardened nipples. Esteban lifted the top and let it fall on her chest lightly, then loosely tied the strings again in back. Hope looked down, instead of seeing the flesh pressing out of the top and sides the small triangles rested on her tits, covering the nipples, but providing no support or constriction as they hung nearly free to move with her or bounce seductively. 

Esteban spun her back around, "Now isn't that more comfortable."

"Completely." Hope also added, "I knew I shouldn't have tied it so tight. I mean I've done this a million times and I know from last time my boobs are the best right Esteban? I don't really need the support." She joked playfully.

"How could I forget such perfection? But there is still a problem. Come over here and look in the mirror, you may not be able to see it beneath each perfect breast otherwise."

Hope stepped over to the large mirror near the big TV. Feeling her rather free chest bounce and sway as she hopped over cords and ducked under lights. She immediately noticed the dark red line where her earlier bra had dug into her skin along her bust line. The tight elastic had left indentions along the ribs from the hours spent wearing it. There was also another thin line where the tightly bound bikini top had left its mark on her. 

"You can rub the skin a bit to get rid of it but we should probably take a break until it goes away. No need to airbrush if we don't have too." Esteban offered. "I can get you water if you want to have a seat."

"Yeah sure, that'd be good." Hope replied as he left the room. She kept looking in the mirror and half turning to see the lines around her sides toward her back. "Dammit." She thought, "Nothing like looking like an amateur." Her mind raced a bit nervous she might screw up a good chance to make an impression a guy who could get her a lot of work. "Fuck it!" Her brain raced. "I know how to make sure I seem unconcerned about anything and relaxed." She reached back and untied the string, slipping the top over her head. "I can hang out topless and make sure no lines form, make it easy to rub away the old ones and show him I am unconscious of nakedness or amateur hour things like that."

She walked over and sat on the couch grabbing a portfolio of pictures to browse until Esteban returned. 

Hope bounced the foot of her crossed over leg as she non-chalantly paged the book of pictures of other models Esteban had shot. She relaxed and would have forgotten her own nakedness if she didn't have to look down over and between her pointed breasts to view the book. The models inside looked amazing in various fashion spreads, artistic nudes, magazine advertisements, billboards and trade shows. It was obvious Esteban worked a lot of paying gigs and had all the right connections. It was also why Hope didn't feel the least bit self conscious sitting here in a state of undress waiting for him to return. He had worked with so many women and been part of so many shots that he probably wouldn't even bat an eye at her. 

She had been a little surprised last time when he played with her chest a bit and even kissed her pink nipples but his self control to just stop and go back to work astounded her. She assumed most guys wouldn't stop there and she would have to draw the line but it was like it wasn't that big of a deal to him. She spent most of the rest of that day flashing him during changes and he seemed unconcerned with her. 

Esteban paused for a moment when he strode back in the room with a tray of fruit and water. He eyed her body for a moment and with a slight raise of his eyebrows exhaled deeply but quietly. "I see you made yourself comfortable."

"Yeah, I figured it would help get rid of the marks from that bra and didn't think you would mind." She jumped up fishing for another compliment or some reaction that she was hot, still hoping to lock down that job he mentioned. "Are they still the best you've ever shot?" She asked mockingly innocent as she ran her hands under her tits, lifting and letting them drop naturally again to demonstrate their perkiness. 

Esteban grinned widely, "Maybe even better the before if possible." His eyes remained focused on her chest, as if analyzing them, but also making no effort to hide his stare. "No tan lines, I like it, makes shooting in any dress, top, swim suit, or artsy pose look good." 

"Thank you Esteban, I love it when you compliment me like that. Keeps my confidence up so when I look through all these amazing photos I don't think you'll soon push me out the door for one of these other girls." 

Hope moved around the couch and wandered over to the office area where the desk was covered with pictures and started pushing a few around looking them over. She was aware of Esteban still watching her as she pulled a piece of her hair up and nibbled on the ends.

"My friends and I lay out on Lauren's roof, no one can really see up there from below and the only way there is through her bedroom window...Holy shit! I didn't expect that pic... and here's another.... "Hope pushed a few pics around into a line, "oh they're different like a series." 

Esteban moved over to look at the desk top, "Oh yeah, I was commissioned by Henri Alderson, the fashion designer, to do something sexy and provocative for his Miami Beach bedroom. Judging by your reaction I must have generated some emotion or hit some visceral feeling? How did I do?"

The three pictures were all shot from the same angle but using a very different model for each one. One woman was dark haired with deep blue eyes, another was black skinned with wide round eyes, and the third was Asian with heavy mascara accenting the corners of her eyes. The picture was a close up so that all you really saw was the woman's face with her eyes at the center of the shoot looking up directly into the camera intently. And she was deep throating a cock. Hope was initially shocked, she didn't know he took pics like that... so raw...so sexual. She couldn't take her eyes off them however. Cleary the shot was taken with the camera positioned on his stomach looking down, the women had all but a few centimeters of his cock in their mouth, bright red lipstick surrounding the flesh. His skin was smooth and barely visible in the shot, just that short bit before disappearing inside her stretched mouth. It evoked so many thoughts in Hope, power, submission, lust, and even a little fear. 

"I think you hit it pretty well. I look in their eyes and I can't tell anything about them... they look in control yet so submissive at the same time. Their all a little different from each other, but no body to go with the person, just eyes, mouth, and I guess your dick in their mouth." She laughed a little nervously as she talked about his dick out loud. "The only thing really different about each shot is the eyes, hair, and skin tone. It's definitely moving."

"I'm glad you think so. He offered me a lot of money if I could truly surprise him. Maybe someday they will be famous pictures that he shows off at parties and they get mentioned in magazines as designers tour his house." Esteban dreamed aloud. "So you like them?"

"Yeah, I have to say I do. I mean not just anyone could pull them off. I don't think most people would hang them in their living room, but Henri Alderson's bedroom? Yeah it makes sense."

Hope leaned over the pictures, hands on the desk supporting herself, focusing on the identities of the women. Her breasts hung down, nipples pointed like bullets. Esteban stood directly across the desk from her enjoying the view. 

"So who are the girls?" she asked. "Famous? Are they models I would know? I can't really tell who they are because their hair is slicked back and you can't see anything but the top two thirds of their faces." 

"Oh I can't divulge that secret. That's part of the mystery. Who are they? Should I know who they are?" Esteban mock questioned. "I want people to wonder everything and know nothing." Esteban waived his hands like a magician. "Maybe someday it will leak out and people will whisper, pointing at a woman... her there, she was one of the fellatio girls in the Esteban photos." 

He laughed at his own exaggerated jest. "One can dream I guess."

"When are you going to send them off?" She asked.

"Oh I don't know. I was originally only going to do the three but I got sidetracked a bit by #2 there, the brunette. I wanted to have the iconic blonde to go with the darker palette of the African and Asian women but when she offered to do the shot I couldn't really say no."

Mesmerized by the picturesque future Esteban described, Hope blurted before she could think or even realize she was doing it, "I'll do it!"

"Hope I would never ask you..."

She cut him off still somewhat excited and surprised at her own offer, "No I'm serious, I'll do the shot. I'll be your blonde. Nobody can tell who they are, and if it becomes famous... then so what? I'll be famous. It won't affect anything will it? I mean these girls aren't blackballed from anything. I won't be labeled a porn star or anything, nobody will have any idea. I'll be part of the mystery, and Henri will look at my face everyday."




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 04



"Well if you're sure about it Hope, I'm not going to argue too hard," he laughed. "Let me get my camera set up and uhh... prepare. The trick is to get the shot before I get totally hard. I mean it will be easier for you if you aren't trying to swallow a rock hard dick and try to get in position to look up at the camera."

Hope's heart was racing she was incredibly nervous and excited at the thought of doing this shot. She had never really done any nude shots, just paraded around that way between shots, and certainly hadn't done anything sexual on camera. Her mom had always warned her about ruining her image early or having shots surface later if she made it big. But how bad could this one be? It would be hard to recognize her and if the pics became famous so would she. She took the hair gel Esteban threw her and squeezed out a dollop to slick her blonde hair back, tight to her head. Esteban smiled meekly as he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, kicking them over toward the wall. He whipped the shirt over his head revealing a slightly tan torso, either shaved or naturally devoid of any hair except that thin patch between his pecs. He wasn't ripped or anything but fairly average, maybe a little bit of a belly. 

Esteban had finished with the camera; a cord ran over to the TV showing a huge image of what the camera saw. The picture on the TV flashed around as he moved around positioning himself in front of Hope. 

Hope dropped down to her knees, sitting back on her folded under legs in front of him. She looked up, wetting her lips, fighting off the nervous dryness in her mouth. The tightness in her chest battling her rapid heart beat. She noticed her nipples stiffening as adrenalin flooded her bloodstream. 

Esteban simply smiled as he looked down at her, "I guess it is show time," he proffered as he started pulling his boxers down with one hand. "How about a little help here?" he asked as the camera took up his other hand. 

Hope grabbed each leg of fabric and slid them down his thighs. Her eyes focused on the bouncing penis, settling in to place in front of her. Her first thought was thank god he isn't huge. She had never been all that great at deep throating but had managed to a few times with her ex. Esteban was completely shaved and she remembered the pics had no pubes visible either.

"All right Hope. Moment of truth. Now just take me in as far as you can, maybe even actually suck a little to get me all the way in. Remember I'll be looking at the TV instead of the view finder since it is easier for me to see the shot, but you have to look up into the camera. Make sure your eyes are wide open, looking at the camera when you feel your lips getting all the way to the base of my dick. We'll probably have to take a few shots so don't worry if you gag a little, but we'll try to get this done before I get fully hard, the idea is to get me hard enough to get good thickness in the shot but not so hard you can't bend me down or swallow it all. Ready?"

Hope nodded in silence and slid forward a bit on her knees as she rose up, mouth open and sucked his quickly firming shaft into her mouth. She heard Esteban let out a low moan as she slid both hands up the backs of his thighs pulling his hips toward her face. She sucked fairly hard, feeling her cheeks move in briefly before letting go and pulling away. She had taken him all the way in and passed her own mental test of being able to do it, even if he was only half hard. Before he could say anything she dove forward again, sucking him deep into her throat and bobbed a few times, allowing herself to get air in through her nose each time. 

"Oh shit yeahhh," he moaned. "Slow down a bit and next time down just hold it there and look up at me."

Hope did as ordered and held him in place looking up at the camera as he clicked the capture button. 

"Perfect! I think we got a few good ones."

Hope released her suction and felt him slip out of her mouth as she settled back on her ankles. A thin string of saliva and cum stretched from the tip of his engorged cock to her mouth. She reached up and wiped the corners of her mouth, "I guess I did O.K. huh?"

"Fantastic babe. Come here and look at these shots." He reached down to help her up as they stood facing the TV. 

There were about 10 shots, a few were off aim a bit as she wasn't close enough to his body to truly hide her tits from protruding into the shot or she wasn't looking quite right. However, there were 2 really good ones near the end as she had grown used to the hard cock in her mouth and was able to focus on the camera. 

Esteban unplugged the camera and the TV went back to displaying the original input, another camera mounted on the top of the TV. Hope found herself staring at her own nearly naked body as Esteban returned to stand behind her, still naked himself. 

"You like looking at yourself naked on the TV? Don't worry it isn't recording, it is just the image of the small camera sitting on top there." He pointed with his right hand while moving closer behind her, his left resting on her hip. "If it were recording it would say so up there in the right corner of the display where it says real time."

"No, I mean, I don't mind looking at myself, I just never have. Been on TV before that is. I mean, it is kinda different seeing myself and you like this on a big TV." Hope turned to view her profile, sucking in her stomach, sticking out her chest, noticing her upward pointed nipples. She also noticed Esteban's still hard cock poking straight out as she turned sideways. 

"You've never done anything on video before?" He asked incredulously. "I can't believe you haven't filmed yourself. I thought all you models loved to see yourself...," s he talked he moved closer pressing against her back as they both looked into the camera, "especially when you were cumming." 

Hope watched the TV as if it were someone else on screen as Esteban's hands moved up from her hips, under her arms and to her breasts. Each hand slowly lifted their dense weight as he gently squeezed. A tingle ran down her spine as his her nipples pinched between his fingers. She remembered his lips on her that day months ago and thought about how close she had been to letting him do more, actually wanting him to keep going. 

His erect cock was pressed into her back, not disguising his arousal a bit as he increased the aggression he showed her tits. Leaning back and letting her head rest against his shoulder she watched the TV, seeing him knead her chest while feeling it made her wet. It was her perfect turn on seeing herself and feeling what her eyes showed her. 

Esteban's hand let go of her warm flesh and moved down to the front of her suit bottoms. Hope could feel the slick juices escaping her as her breath quickened, anticipating his touch. She found herself rising up on her toes to close the distance between her damp pussy and his hand. As his fingers pressed her lips against each other and began rubbing her hand reflexively reached back and grasped his hard cock around the base and she began furiously stroking him. Esteban kissed her neck and just as quickly began pressing his fingers into her pussy, rubbing the damp suit against her. 

He pulled away briefly gently guiding her forward so she was pressed against the back of the couch still facing the TV and camera. He managed to get two fingers into her suit bottoms and pulled them down to her ankles. The cool air sending a shiver through her as it met the soaked skin. 

"The least I can do is return the favor and let you watch." He said as he kneeled down behind her, lifting one of her legs, guiding her foot the back of the couch. She wasn't' sure of his intention until she felt his breath and then tongue on her greatly exposed pussy. The soft moan escaping her lips cued him to keep going. She watched the image on the TV, seeing herself leaning forward hands and one foot on the back of the couch, mouth hanging open, eyelids fluttering, as he ate her pussy like never before. She felt a finger slid effortlessly into her and then another as he finger fucked her vigorously. The first orgasm hit her like a bolt, the pressure had been building and the sudden release caused her leg to drop and her back to straighten as the mini scream let out. "Oh don't stop, don't fucking stop!" She exhaled.

As if on cue he stood gripping his cock and guided the tip into her from behind. Hope naturally leaned forward again, forcing her ass back towards him and slowly impaling herself on him. She was so wet he slid right in, stretching her open and releasing another flood of endorphins in her tingling body. She hadn't had sex in 3 months and feeling his hard cock fill her only seemed to increase the wetness. Esteban gripped her hips and began pounding into her. 

"Oh God baby..., you're ....so... fucking... tight." He breathed out between thrusts. "I'm not going to last too long." 

Hope watched the TV. She saw his eyes close, his head lean back, and his jaw clench as he jack hammered her. Her own grip on the back of the couch tightened as if to hold her steady while he pulled her hips back to meet his own. She watched the sweat begin to form on his chest and her own as the fury at which he took her increased. Her own tits swaying until she brought a hand up to squeeze them and hold them in place. She surprised herself at how good it felt as she roughly pulled each nipple harder than she had ever experienced before. She was really starting to get into it now she loved how he just took her and kept pounding into her. There was no hesitation or faked tenderness, just animalistic sex. 

Just as she pulled her hard right nipple one last time the second orgasm hit her. She had been intently watching herself get fucked on the big screen enjoying the duality of the show and the feeling of the intense pressure and release again. The flow of liquid escaped down her inner thighs and suddenly Esteban pulled out of her and spun her around, forcing her to the ground in front of him. The first jet of his warm cum surprised her as it hit her forehead, subsequent shots hit her cheek, and lips as he guided his cock into her mouth. She had never had a guy just take her like that and then force his pulsing cock into her mouth. The surprise was overcome with lust as she greedily sucked him off again, this time bobbing her head repeatedly and swallowing the last bit of his load before pulling away to wipe her lips. She had never been a swallower before but she didn't hesitate to hungrily lap up his juicy cock this time. 

"Oh man, oh my God. That was fucking amazing. I guess uhh.. you liked watching yourself get fucked on the TV like that." He moved around to collapse back on the couch in exhaustion.

Hope moved up off her knees and around to sit next to him, curling her legs up next to her as she faced him. Consciously leaving the white jellied cum shot on her cheek and chin to drip on her chest. She snuck a peak at herself on the TV and couldn't believe what a hot slut she looked like and knew he wouldn't say no to anything at this point. 

"Yeah, I had a great time." She used her index finger to catch a long tendril of cum hanging of her chin and casually wiped it into the skin of her right boob. "So I was thinking...I should probably be a good choice for the other shoots you have coming up right? I mean I think I looked pretty good today and showed I can handle anything."

Esteban laughed, "Yeah, I think I'll definitely recommend you for this next shoot. I had planned on using you for it anyway, but only in a limited role, but you went above and beyond convincing me today."

"Great." Hope clapped her hands. "How much does it pay and when is it?"

"Next Saturday and it pays well, especially if you are going to be the star model. I'll send you all the details but it is a little different than your average shoot. It is a new lingerie line, called Devil's Angels. There are two campaigns to launch the line. One is fairly traditional lingerie, just shots of a girl in the product. The second campaign is the one I want you to be part of now. There are going to shots involving a little more costumes like wings and halos for you and a male model with the devil theme. The shots will be a little more risqué with you posing with the devil model doing things like holding his hard cock like you're going down on him, him squeezing your tits a little or getting ready to lick your pussy. Not really doing it but just holding the position so it isn't like you're doing a porno or actually having sex with the guy."

"I don't know," she pondered. "I mean it sounds fun but I don't want to end up only being good for adult shoots going forward. Today was fun, I really needed to get laid, but it wasn't recorded for the whole world to see."

Esteban interrupted, "Well that is why there are two campaigns. The second one is for the overseas markets like Europe and Asia where attitudes are a little more open than here and quite frankly is aimed at the adult stores. The U.S. campaign will be the same old boring stuff as always and honestly only pays about a quarter of campaign #2."

"I don't know yet. I'll think about it." 

"That's all I can ask, but I think you will blow the doors off the execs at Devil's Angels. The team came out of Victoria Secrets and really know their stuff. I'll send you the details this week and you let me know as soon as you can."

"All right, I'll let you know."



Blow Job Lessons Ch. 05



Hope sat in her room at home pondering her options and reflecting on her progress thus far toward becoming a movie or TV star. She had sent out a few demo tapes of her acting in the high school productions of a few plays during the past 2 years, some of her dance team work, and of course some head shots and her comp card. 

She had focused primarily on the younger talent agents and reps she had pulled from her research on newer hires and promotions at the bigger firms in Los Angeles. So far the response had been less than hoped for. Most places didn't bother with anything, but a few had sent back emails or cards saying her interest was appreciated but they had no room for more, she wasn't experienced or in the actor's guild, or worse. A few actually took the time to respond with, "TAKE ACTING LESSONS!!", or one particular smart ass even offered, "If you want to sleep your way to the top call me when you get to town." 

Deep down she knew she needed help with her acting but that would come with experience she thought. What she needed was a chance, even a reality show would help get her exposure but the feedback wasn't promising. Originally, she thought she was hot enough to get noticed but on her visit to L.A. to scout things out she found plenty of hot young girls with the same dreams. Her attempts to get noticed through mailings, phone interviews, and her brief on the ground scouting had proven fruitless. 

She thought back to Esteban's offer to put her in an upcoming shoot for the new lingerie line. She had told him on the phone yesterday she would do it; she needed the money more than more lingerie modeling experience. She had been nervous about talking to him or seeing him again after fucking him like that in his studio. Sure she had basically thrown herself at him, parading around naked and offering to do the cock sucking picture but part of her wanted to make sure he saw her as an option for any work he had coming and would let others know she was available and good to work with. This upcoming shoot sounded perfect. It was at a different location, had other models, and was the chance to be the centerpiece spokes model for a new company. He had cautioned her this shoot was a little risqué but really how bad could it be? She didn't mind a few people seeing her in revealing outfits or compromising positions between shots. A little contact wouldn't bee too bad. She had seen various nude shots with strategically placed hands, or arms in plenty of ads for designer clothes. The thought of making more than a thousand dollars in one day definitely perked up her spirits and gave her something to look forward to this week. 

Saturday couldn't arrive fast enough but of course when it did, Hope was scrambling trying to make it to the shoot on time. The address was in the warehouse district and Hope of course ran a red light while trying to read the directions printed off just minutes before. The cop who pulled her over was efficient at the very least and Hope was able to drive off again with only a 15 minute delay for her $179 ticket. 

She pulled into the lot and jogged over to the propped open metal door at the top of thee concrete steps. A flannel clad man with an unlit cigarette was just coming out when Hope ran into him. "Is the Devil's Angels photo shoot inside there?" She asked urgently pointing past him."

"Yeah, I think so," he replied lighting his smoke. "It might be the one up the stairs all the way in the back."

Hope didn't waste anymore time pushing past him, "Thanks!" She called out as she quickly walked into the dark interior. The light spilling in from outside provided enough to see a path down a hall lined with corrugated steel walls, culminating at a metal stair case at the end. A small kitchen appeared on her left, and then a well light room appeared through an open overhead door on her right. She peered inside as she walked past realizing it was a room set up to look like a locker room. Another room appeared on her left looking like a bar or restaurant. She realized the whole building must be filled with different rooms for movie or photo sets. Feeling more confident that things were looking good she barely looked at the people filling the next set on her right. She saw a bunch of hot looking guys in letter jackets and girls in cheerleading costumes sitting in a class room setting as she hurried past, obviously filming a school scene. The final room on the left before the stairs was dimly lit causing her to pause a moment to check the scene inside. 

She was definitely surprised when she realized what she was watching. A rather muscular man was standing shirtless, hands on his hips and pants to his ankles while a woman was on her knees in front of him and quite obviously blowing him. Hope froze mesmerized by the scene as the guy noticed her standing there and gave her a wink and blew her a kiss before placing his hand on his partner's head as she continued bobbing. A voice yelled, "Cut," from the side causing the woman to sit back on her heels and free the massive erection from her mouth. "Dammit, Sergei, why did you make that stupid face and gesture off camera 1" The director shouted. 

Hope unabashedly stared at the muscular guy with the erect penis standing in the room calmly waiting for the brunette at his feet to start sucking him off again. 

"I was waving to the pretty girl." He pointed directly at Hope. "Maybe she wants to be in this scene no?" He laughed as the director peeked around the corner at Hope.

"What do you want? Why are you distracting my actor?" The director asked gruffly.

"I...I...I was looking for the lingerie photo shoot. The Devil's Ang..." 

"Up those stairs honey," he cut her off and thumbed in the direction behind him. "And tell them not to come down here bothering me; I only have this set for an hour and limp dickus over there already wasted 15 minutes of it."

Hope wasted no more time running up the stairs to the shoot, only 10 minutes late by her watch. 

"Ahh, there you are Hope." Esteban greeted her with a hug. Turning to see the woman and man seated nearby, "See I told you she would be here."

"Well she looks good so far." The man said standing up from his chair and smiling. "Let's get her into wardrobe."

"Not so fast Ken." The woman ordered. "I'm not wasting anymore time today and I don't want to see some saggy titted fat girl come out wearing our lingerie or some scarred up, tatted silicone stripper tits either." She turned back to Hope. "Let's see 'em. Esteban swore you had some show stopping tits so let's get em out," she turned back to Esteban and not so quietly whispered, "you better be right because she certainly doesn't own a fucking watch."

Esteban looked at her and mouthed, "Go ahead." He continued motioning pulling up her shirt as if she didn't know what the woman meant. 

Hope looked around a bit and noticed everyone had stopped working and were all staring at her. She nervously gulped and noticed the woman tapping her foot impatiently as if preparing another tirade or thinking about calling the whole thing off. Hope grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her chest, pinning the bottom hem in place with her chin. Her lavender bra was lacey and pressed her tits together into a nice cleavage. She quickly dug her fingers in under the wired cups flipping them up and freeing each large round breast. The cool air made her nipples tighten as she held the pose waiting for the OK. She could see the woman focus intently on her as if looking for blemishes or scars. The men in the room all seemed to just look with lust. Hope saw one of the lighting guys lick his lips and another adjusted his crotch. 

"Fantastic!" The woman's voice broke the silence. "You'll do very nicely." She said pointing at Hope. "You can put those away for now and get ready behind that curtain over there. Melanie will help you with make up and wardrobe." Quickly turning back to Esteban she pinched his cheek affectionately, "And you are off the hook. She's perfect my dear."

Hope relaxed as she flipped her bra back down and adjusted herself. She had never exposed herself that much in front of this many people before. There were at least 10 guys in the room and they all made sure to check her out. She wasn't embarrassed really, she was comfortable with her nudity and showing some skin, it just seemed a little unnerving to stand there holding her shirt up like that rather than posing or wearing a costume or outfit. 

Once behind the curtain, Melanie the make-up artist, came up and made some small talk as she applied some fairly heavy eye liner and eye lash extenders. Hope hadn't really had a lot of professional make up work done before so it was enjoyable letting someone else do all the work. When Melanie finished up, Hope admired the work in the mirror; her eyes seemed to pop out in vivid color against the dark outline. Her eyelashes fluttered seductively and the dark red lipstick and rouged cheeks gave her a flushed almost breathy look. 

The first outfit she wore was a very tight, white, full body suit. It was designed to wear under pants and blouses while holding everything in and leaving no panty lines while keeping her warm. The suit left nothing to the imagination as she walked out under the lights to pose with male model. The original stern woman, Amanda, was the designer and she handed Hope the wings and halo to go with her outfit. Hope noticed her male counterpart for the first time, quietly waiting on the faux fur covered floor of the set. He wore devil's horns, and a pair of loose fitting red cotton pajama pants that came just past the knee. His muscular chest and stomach were covered in a bronzer.

"These are our cold weather poses to start with," explained Amanda. "The angel and devil concept starts here with his coppery hell burnt skin and your soft white purity."

The shots went smoothly and Hope disappeared for her next wardrobe change. 

Melanie helped her unzip the back of the body suit and jumped out to fetch some additional wardrobe changes. Hope pulled the suit forward and down off her torso, sliding he arms out and hooking her thumbs in the gathered fabric around her waist when she caught a flash of movement behind her in the mirror. She spun around; instinctively covering her breasts with her hands as the male model calmly stood there and slid his pajama bottoms off. 

He gave her a wide, toothy smile, as he held out his hand, "I'm Markus." He stepped out of his bottoms as he continued, "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other today. Not exactly a lot of room here for changes." Hope cautiously reached her hand out to shake his as he gave her a vigorous shake, causing her one free breast to jiggle. She remained silent staring at his completely naked body taking care to note his somewhat long cock dangling freely between his well defined thighs. "You'd think with an entire warehouse they could come up with decent dressing rooms." He continued, oblivious to her staring. 

"Yeah, I guess so." She finally responded.

"Oh my God! Are you nervous?" He asked noticing her reluctance to speak and still holding one breast as her right hand dropped from his. "I know Amanda said you were inexperienced and she wasn't sure about using you but I took one look at your pics and begged her to pick you." 

Hope's own prideful facade kicked in as soon as she heard there were doubts about using her. "No, you just startled me." She explained as she dropped her other hand and stood facing him with her bare breasts free and body suit pushed down to her waist." She was well aware of how her tits resisted gravity and supported themselves. "I just didn't expect you to walk in behind me. I'm fine with the arrangements; I mean we'll be wearing next to nothing anyway right?" 

"Hey five minutes you two!" Amanda's voice called out from the set, "I didn't rent this place to run a social club."

Hope turned to grab the sheer bra hanging on the rack filling it completely with her 34D chest. She saw Markus eyeing her as he pulled up an impossibly small what could only be underwear but barely. He was clearly waiting to see her pull the rest of the body suit off. She had no time to spare as she quickly bent over sliding the tight fabric down, giving him a straight on view of her shaved pussy before standing up and stepping over to grab the small thong giving him another shot as she pulled it up.

They stepped out together and did a few shots before another wardrobe change, and another, and another. 

"This is our final one before we take a break." Esteban called out.

Hope was wearing a sheer white camisole and small boy cut panties. Amanda began setting out the orders for the shoot, "I want this one to be sexy. This one if for the overseas markets and more adult campaigns I want those titties hard, I want to see the pink of those nipples through the fabric. I want her to look like she is over the top ready to get fucked."

Hope thought how can my nipples look any more obvious? This fabric is no where near opaque she looked down and could just make out the pink areolas surrounding her nipples. 

"Get'em hard honey." Amanda ordered, "Or have Markus do it for you, but make it snappy."

As if on cue Markus pressed up behind her and moved both hands up to cup her scantily clad tits. He worked his thumbs and forefingers together to squeeze her nipples, a little rougher with each pass. 

He whispered in her ear, "See this can be really fun. I can feel them getting harder."

She had never had anyone touch her like this while others watched. She remembered one of her boyfriend's roommates coming in while she rode him and was sure he saw her boyfriend playing with her tits but that was an accident. She leaned her head back enjoying the massaging when Amanda yelled again, "That's a good start but I want those pink silver dollars standing up red through that fabric. I want to see some color."

Hope knew her pink nipples were barely darker than the surrounding skin so it would be hard to make the color more noticeable. Markus told her he had an idea and to just trust him. He spun her around and pulled the camisole up around her shoulders. Grabbing her right boob firmly he squeezed it up as he clamped his lips on her nipple. He sucked hard, surprising Hope with the ferocity. She stood dumbfounded as Markus moved from boob to boob, nipple to nipple, licking and sucking her chest. Her nipples stood at stark attention and the blood rushed to color her areolas as Markus basically gave her hickies. Esteban moved around to the side capturing a shot of Markus sucking her entire pointed tit into her mouth as she leaned her head back. 

"Excellent!" Amanda applauded, "Now pull that cammy back down and spin back toward the camera here." She continued directing and pointing, "Markus you stand behind her and a little to her side here. Now Hope you move here, and Markus, hands on her hips there and we'll do a series of shots." 

Hope looked down and could clearly see her hardened nipples protruding through the thin fabric. 

Esteban moved into position and began taking the digital stills while Amanda posed the models. "Now Markus I want you to pull one of her shoulder straps down and cover her bare breast with your hand." Hope stood frozen as Markus followed instructions, exposing her once again the room and slowly massaging her tender nipples with his left hand of his wrapped around arm. 

"Now Hope, you reach back with your right hand and slide into those boxers and grab his cock for me." Amanda's voice rose with excitement. 

"What?!" Hope blurted out.

"Reach back there and grab his dick! Grab it like it belongs to you and you want it now." 

Hope reluctantly reached her hand back sliding down into his boxers. Markus whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I don't bite."

Hope fumbled around a moment until she closed her hand around the base of his cock. She noted how warm and alive it felt, pulsing in her hand.

"Go ahead and stroke it if you want." Markus encouraged her. 

"Yeah, stroke it a little, I want him getting hard." Amanda agreed. "I want these shots to look like your man is about to take you and have his way with you and you want it just as bad."

Hope stroked him a few times and felt him harden instantly. He continued rubbing and squeezing her left breast as the pictures snapped. She felt him begin squirming his hips a bit, clearly getting aroused. Her own heart rate was quickening as she kept her hand around his hard shaft and felt him slide his other hand up to be able to work on both breasts. Amanda managed to keep the encouragement going telling them how hot they looked and how great the shots were going to be. Markus moved directly behind her, forcing her hand out of his shorts as he moved. For a moment Hope regretted having let go of his cock until the thoughts of maintaining professionalism took over. She knew she shouldn't be feeling aroused, it was just a pose, but Markus was now behind her gyrating and rubbing his hard dick against her back, her ass, while fondling her tits as if no one was watching. She found herself just wanting to bend over and pull her panties aside for him to finish it. 

Amanda's voice snapped her back to reality. "Hope I want you to get on you knees in front of Markus. Markus drop your boxers." Markus started sliding his boxers down. "No stop right there," Amanda ordered, "keep the waist band at mid thigh so they hang down perfectly and we get a good look at them in the shot."

Hope gulped a bit of air not sure what was coming next. Her mind raced, sure Esteban said it was a racy shoot, but she didn't think she would be sucking dick on camera or anything. Now here she was on her knees staring at the underside of Markus's swollen cock standing at attention. She thought he looked long with it dangling there earlier in the changing room but standing up it was easily the biggest cock she had ever seen. "I ... uh.. I... uh..." she stammered.

"Don't worry honey; you don't have to suck it." Amanda laughed. "I still can't show a hard cock in the ads, especially not full on fellatio. I just want you to fake it. Grab it both hands, like a baseball bat, so we can't see the hard shaft and put your mouth just an inch or two away. Esteban will position the camera over here and it will look like the real thing but hidden."

Hope did as she was told, almost robotic like as she tried to keep her mind on the money and not the long hard cock in both her hands and inches from her mouth. She held the pose for what seemed like minutes but was really only for a few pictures until Amanda yelled, "That's it. Break for lunch, and be back here in 1 hour."

Hope dropped his cock from her hands standing up and pulling the camisole back up to cover her still exposed breast. "Wanna finish it for real?" Markus asked in a mockingly innocent voice. 

"No thanks," Hope responded as she turned to head back to the dressing area for her robe, "I think I'll go get a banana and a bit of air."

"Your loss." Markus laughed as he pulled his boxers back up and grabbed his robe on the floor heading for the stairs.

Hope lingered around the dressing area for a while until most people had left before she wandered over to the food table, grabbing a banana and a bagel. She meandered down the stairs and down the long first floor hall. The various sets were all empty and quiet as she passed, heading for the open door at the loading dock letting in some sunlight into the dark interior. She sat on the edge letting her legs dangle as she munched her food and thought about how turned on she had been getting when Markus was behind her like that. She thought back to Esteban bending her over the couch in his studio and fucking her and how she hadn't resisted his advances at all. God, she had been so fucking horny that day. 




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 05



Her daydream was interrupted by a figure stepping out behind her and jumping off the edge of the dock. Hope let out a startled gasp and recognized one of the lighting guys from the shoot. He had been the one unconsciously licking his lips when Amanda demanded to see her tits before even beginning the shoot. 

"Sorry to scare you," he apologized, "I just came out for a smoke." He explained, offering her one.

"No thanks." Hope responded as she looked him over. He looked to be about her age, maybe a few years older. He looked pretty tall, and damn skinny she thought. He had an alternative look, shaved head except for a very short strip of dark hair on top, large stretched ear lobes, pierced eyebrow, tats on his bare arms and chest peeking above the low cut white tank top. She noticed his blue, almost gray eyes in light contrast to his dark appearance. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place it. 

"I'm Jeremy." He said holding out his hand. 

"Hope." She responded meeting his hand.

"Some crazy shoot huh?" She tried at small talk. "Or I suppose you see this stuff all the time."

"Me? No. I mean yeah shoots here can be wild but see a shoot with a girl as hot as you? Nah."

"Stop it," she laughed. "I saw some pretty hot women here this morning when I walked in."

"Sure there are some babes here but you top 'em all. I don't know how that Markus guy does it. I'd never be able to hold back with you stroking me off or me feeling your tits like that. Man I'd be out here hitting on you or trying anything to finish it off. I thought I was going to cream my pants just watching you two."

Hope laughed, "Well you seem to doing fine on your own out here with me now." She noticed he was standing across from her getting a good look at her pussy in the sheer panties in her short robe as she leaned back on her hands. She quickly crossed her legs and sat up, "I don't usually do shoots like this. This is definitely a boundary pusher but I need some cash like everyone." 

Jeremy looked back up at her eyes as she crossed her legs busting him on his peek. "Yeah, well thanks for hanging out with me. Most models here are too stuck on themselves or too fucked up to even have a normal conversation with. I mean the Markus guy is in there fucking that Amanda bitch right now, 'cause he thinks it will help him, instead of out here with a hot girl like you."

"What! Where! That dude tried to get me to meet him for lunch and now he's already moved on to Amanda?" Hope jumped up, "Show me."

Jeremy hopped back onto the loading dock and led her back down the hallway. They went down a side passage to another set where sure enough Markus was thrusting into an open mouthed Amanda. Markus stood with his back to the door, boxers at his ankles and robe on the floor. His muscular ass flexed with each thrust and Amanda stared back at them letting out a high pitched breath with each probe. 

Hope covered her mouth with her hand and quickly darted back out and upstairs with Jeremy. She turned to Jeremy, "I can't believe he is fucking that bitch. She isn't even nice or very cute." 

Jeremy laughed with her and said, "I've seen Markus with worse."

"Are all you guys such sluts?" She punched him in the arm. "Or is it just the naked women around here?"

"Me? No." He laughed. "I can't get girls like you or even the others around here."

"I don't know." She teased, "You're kinda cute, in a wrong side of the tracks, look at me I'm different, sort of way. Don't take this wrong but you look like you could be in a punk band or a biker gang but you're really a sweetheart. I just can't figure out where I know you from." She thought about how ridiculous this all seemed. She was standing there in a filmy camisole and underwear, with an open robe over here talking to a guy who she would have never guessed was funny and flirty with her.

"Break's over." Amanda shouted as she adjusted her hair clip. "Get that next outfit on Hope. This last set will be it and we can get the fuck outta here."

Hope turned and dropped her robe reaching for the last hanger on the rolling wardrobe before noticing Jeremy still standing there. "Ah, a little privacy please." She laughed pushing him out, "I know you'll probably see plenty out there but at least that's work, not a peep show."

"Yeah, get the fuck out." Markus pointed as he strutted in and whipped his boxers down. 

Hope just rolled her eyes and sighed as Jeremy waved goodbye. 

The final outfit was a very skimpy string bikini. The bottoms were basically a small patch for her crotch held together with strings and the top was two small triangles that didn't even cover her entire areola. She checked out her rounded ass in the mirror, only covered by a thin white thong between her bare cheeks. She tried to adjust the top but there wasn't enough there to matter. Her boobs spilled out the sides, bottom, top, everywhere. There wasn't even enough fabric to provide any support so each breast just hung naturally.

She noticed Markus's outfit as she turned to follow him out. He wore a red bottom and like hers, only a thin string separated his ass cheeks. The front was a small pouch, obviously holding his balls, and a sock like protrusion loosely holding his cock. It all left very little to the imagination. 

They took a number of shots and poses until Amanda warned them this is where it gets a little tricky again.

They had a set with a car trunk and a beach blanket making it look like they were on a picnic. "Hope, I want you to jump up on that trunk and spread your legs a bit. Markus get down like you licking her pussy." Markus eagerly moved into position. "Markus grab a bit of those panties and pull them up; I want to see a bit of them above your head for the shot." 

Markus smiled up at her and hooked his thumb under the thin waistband and slid up pulling the panties up Hope's stomach. Hope looked down and saw the thin fabric disappear between her shaved lips as they pressed out from under the silk. Markus's face was so close she could feel his breath on her exposed lips. 

"All right, lean in there Markus. Make it look like you are giving her your best tongue lashing. Hope wipe that shock off your face and make it look like you actually enjoy getting your pussy licked." Amanda commanded.

Markus wasted no time in getting even closer. His left hand moved up her inner thigh spreading her legs further as his cheek rested on her other thigh. He made a point of pulling and relaxing the pressure her panties put on her spread pussy, letting the fabric rub her clit in between her increasingly pink lips. 

Hope could feel herself getting wet and it wasn't really hard to lean back and look like she was enjoying it. Every time Markus pulled and relaxed the panties she felt a shiver as her clit was stimulated. She involuntarily lifted her hips for a moment and felt Markus's warm tongue on her labia then a brief suck as he pulled her wet panties aside and clamped down on her swollen clit. She let out a yelp and scooted back on the car as she realized he was trying to really eat her pussy. 

"All right, we got it." Esteban declared. "Next position."

Amanda gave the orders and Hope found herself on all fours in front of Markus. Her face had to be flushed and probably looked very sexy in the camera. She was thankful the shot would be from the front because she knew her bottoms had been soaked. She knew the heat coming of her crotch had to be noticeable to Markus behind her and she was having a hard time keeping her thoughts away from his hard cock. In fact he kept rubbing it up her legs and ass as Amanda gave them directions. He went so far as to slide it right up her pussy once causing her to rock forward almost onto her face. 

"Markus pull those bottoms down off her, just to her mid thigh. I want to see them hanging there as we shoot from the front."

Markus slid all four fingers into the waist band and began pulling the bottoms down. He made a point of letting the knuckles on the back of his hand rub down between her pussy lips enjoying the slick wetness. Hope let out another yelp but Amanda snapped at her to stop wiggling and keep quiet. She could feel Markus staring at her bare pussy probably thinking about how he should have tried harder to fuck her instead of Amanda.

"Markus keep your cock out of the shot; keep it up on her back." Esteban instructed.

Markus grabbed the sock cock and set it between Hope's cheeks as he pressed against her ass and back of her thighs in doggy style position. She felt his hand against her crotch again and realized he was going to slowly rub her while they got the shots of her on all fours. She bit her lip to keep quiet as Markus began to slowly push his thumb into her wet opening. He began fucking her with is extended thumb while he cupped his balls and cock with his other hand and thrust his hardness between her ass cheeks. As if Amanda knew what he was doing she ordered them to stay in position as she fiddled with the lighting. Hope glanced up for just a moment and saw Jeremy staring at her before she looked away. She started to squirm but a sharp reprimand from Amanda kept her in place. Markus reached forward to untie the top and let it dangle freely and be a part of the shot. As he moved forward he pushed his thumb further inside Hope and made sure to use his forefinger to get a few extra rubs at her clit. 

A man ran up the stairs, pausing for a moment to take in the scene before running over to Esteban and whispering in his ear. Esteban nodded and motioned the guy back downstairs. 

Markus had taken advantage and was now unashamedly rubbing her clit and thumb fucking her. Hope lowered her head and let go, it felt so warm and wet. The soft rise of tension built in her abdomen and she knew she was going to cum. Just as she was about to feel that flood of emotion Markus stopped and stood up. The shot was over. 

The scene changed quickly as the flurry of action tearing down the set, lights, and cameras began. It was as if Hope was in slow motion up to that very moment. She rose to get dressed when Esteban approached her. Her own horniness awakened she wondered if he wanted to take her somewhere more private. A part of her hoped he did as the rush of blood still filled her groin.

"I have a question for you." Esteban opened. "It may seem a little weird but you totally don't have to do it but I know you want to make some cash." 

Hope nodded, "Yeah I need cash but after today I don't know what to expect from you anymore." 

"Well this one is up there. You see that guy that came up here is shooting a scene downstairs. A couple of his girls didn't show up and he needs some fill ins. Melanie, you remember, your make up artist, is going to be one and well I wanted to know if you would be interested in being the other?"

Hope looked quizzically, "What do I have to do?"

"It's simple really. You just have to sit there and let a group of guys jack off on you." 

"What! No way! I told you I'm not doing porn!"

"Wait, wait," he pleaded. "You don't have to do anything but sit there. It's for a film company from Japan where this is very popular. The guys will jizz all over and you just have to let him hit you with it. There are two other girls and it will pay you two times what this photo shoot just did. Cash in your hands when you walk out."

Hope paused, thinking about the money and then about all the hot guys she saw downstairs this morning. "I just sit there and let them do all the work? I don't have to perform on them or fuck them or anything?" Although her mind did wander a bit as her own horniness started creeping into her mind again.

"No, you can shower and be done in 20 minutes. It'll go straight to video in Japan and you won't see it again. I'll even give you papers guaranteeing it when you sign in verifying your age and stuff."

"Show me the cash and I'll think about it."

Markus burst back into the room, "Hey that guy downstairs is going to pay me $100 if I jack off on some girls." He turned toward Hope, "I told him I'd do it for free if you took my load." 

Hope laughed, "All right I'll do it but I gotta get the cash first." Her mind raced, if the guys were as hot as Markus it might be fun seeing all those hard cocks and seeing the guys jerking off thinking about her and lusting after her. 

After signing all the documents and getting her cash Hope settled on the floor of one of the first floor sets. Melanie was next to her and smiled before pulling off her top exposing her small tits. "I've done this before and you will get covered in cum so may as well keep the clothes to a minimum. Makes cleaning up easier."

A thin blonde strode in wearing only a tiny thong and immediately knelt down beside them. "It usually doesn't take 'em too long; I don't think they see a lot of girls."

Hope still wore her suit bottoms and a T shirt which she whipped off before giving each of her nipples a brief squeeze. They were still tender from Markus's sucking and her arousal. 

A string of guys walked in and Hope's excitement fell as she realized they weren't the hot guys from earlier in the day but a rather motley looking bunch of slightly overweight or pasty guys all much older than her. A few were already stroking themselves as they filed in naked or wearing only socks in some cases. One of the guys came over reached down and began fondling her tits before she slapped him away. 

"Don't worry," the director encouraged, "they know the rules. Let 'em touch your tits a little, not too much, and they can't go inside your panties. Hell, even play with yourself a bit if you want. It'll make em cum faster."

Hope saw Melanie and blonde sitting up on their knees getting the tits rubbed and pulled as the guys moved around them. She felt strangely unconscious as she floated in the scene of hard cocks pumping fists as the men stared at her. Then she noticed Markus strut in and position himself directly in front of her. "I've been waiting to blow this load all over you all day."

"What about the load you had for Amanda?" Jeremy chided as he entered the circle. Hope's eyes turned to meet his before smiling as she slid down his naked body taking in the tat of the dragon on his chest and skinny yet sinewy stomach and legs. His thick cock hung between his long thin legs, making it look even fatter by comparison. His dark pubes were neatly trimmed and his ball completely hairless. He reached a hand down and began stroking it while looking straight into Hope's eyes. "I was going to stroke it thinking of you anyway so I figured I may as well get paid."

Hope laughed, "Well you may as well enjoy yourself. Everyone else is." She sat up further on her legs pushing her bare tits toward Jeremy as a set of hands fell away. 

He reached out tentatively and began massaging first one tit then moving his hand between both, pulling her nipples as he jerked himself off. She was focused on Jeremy as he lustily stared at her though barely open eyes when the first shot of cum hit her face. It caught her off guard as the guy to her right sent a jet into her cheek. He moved in front of her pushing Jeremy aside as he pumped the load out onto her. Then another hit her from behind, then another, then another, then she lost all track as she felt sticky warm goo all over her body, dripping from her arms to her legs, off her tits, her face. 

"Excellent, excellent." The director congratulated them. "I just need a shot for the cover. You there," he pointed at Hope, "get between two guys and grab their cocks like you sucked them off or are about to."

Markus moved up to Hope's left side offering his cock for her. She sighed and grabbed for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. She turned to her left and motioned with her eyes to Jeremy to get over there before one of the other guys jumped in. He moved in and took his place. Hope immediately noticed his cock was still rock hard unlike Markus's softening shaft. 

"You can stroke it you know." Markus added, "I know you liked it earlier right?"

"You mean like this." She quipped as she began stroking Jeremy in her right hand. 

"Oh my fucking God," Jeremy exclaimed, "I haven't cum yet but I'm gonna."

"Perfect," the director let out and moved the camera man to keep shooting, "I'll give you another $200 if you suck one of those cocks for the cover."

Markus leaned moved forward, "Yeah, about time you finish this."

Hope smiled weakly. All the thoughts of how horny she was, the guys staring at her, cum dripping off her, and then swallowed Jeremy's cock in one motion. She tried to deep throat it by surprising even herself with the rapid motion but his girth was too much. She stopped half way and backed off before plunging forward again, stroking her fist up to meet her mouth. It only took another 3 or 4 seconds for Jeremy to explode in her mouth. She felt the cum pressing out the corners of her mouth as his massive load continued pumping out. She willed herself to keep sucking and stroking as she swallowed as fast as she could. For some reason she wanted to swallow this one load instead of covering her like the others. She wanted that douche bag Markus to stand there and watch her take every bit of the lighting guys' semen. Her eyes stole a glance up and Jeremy where she saw him lean back in ecstasy. She though to herself, he may as well enjoy it. He was nice to her and probably never had a blow job like this or got girls like her. He certainly wasn't her usual type.

Finally she released his cock from her lips. A few more tendrils of cum slid down her face as she wiped her chin and stood up. Everyone seemed to just stare in shock at her efforts and moved aside as she grabbed her robe and headed for the shower.

Once alone inside the shower she fingered herself furiously as the cum washed away.



Blow Job Lessons Ch. 06



Hope lay in bed thinking about what a crazy weekend she had been through. The photo shoot on Saturday had certainly been more than she bargained for; even with Esteban's warnings. The shoot itself hadn't pushed things too far for her boundaries; sure there was a little more contact and nudity between shots but the ending photos didn't reveal everything or much more than any other lingerie shoot. Markus had certainly been a little more aggressive than other male models but given that she had been stroking his cock and faking oral sex she wasn't really surprised he tried and managed to turn her on by toying with her pussy when given the chance. 

The subsequent video with the circle jerk and rash decision to blow Jeremy caused the knot in her stomach now. That whole scenario seemed a little far out even for her. Esteban made it sound so easy and she was already pretty horny by that time. The money and assurances it was for overseas consumption along with knowing even the make up girl was in on it made it seem like a quick easy job. She laughed a little to herself thinking back to her original thought that it would be the hot guys from whatever movie was shooting on the first floor when she walked through in the morning. What a disappointment that had been when that pack of horny rather average men rushed in ready to go. Markus and Jeremy had definitely been the two best. Markus was hot and everything but he seemed like such a scammer and after seeing him plowing Amanda whats her name there was no way she was sucking his cock. It probably still tasted like that bitch. Jeremy had at least been nice to her, even if he was a little skinny and looked like some weird combination of a Goth biker vampire instead of the usual preppy jock guys that that she hooked up with. She smiled a little to herself; it wasn't like it was all bad. He did have a nice thick cock and despite her struggles to swallow it he didn't make her work too hard to finish him off and as she rolled over to fall asleep she noticed the extra stack of money on her nightstand from her brief video experience.

Monday morning was like any of the previous thirteen since she graduated. No school to get up for and no job to go to. Tanning, sending out picture portfolios, and trying to get Ashley or Lauren or anyone to call in sick to work or hang out took up most days. Boredom had started creeping in so when the chance to help volunteer with the high school dance team came up she jumped at it if for nothing other than for something to occupy her time. She could give up a couple hours in the evening working with the old team and maybe even get a workout in. 

She was almost done packing her bag to head out when she heard her phone buzzing on the nightstand. It would be just her luck that Ashley or Lauren actually wanted to hang out when she had to head to practice. She picked up the phone and looked at the display.

Incoming text. Unknown Sender.

"Hmm," she thought, "who could that be?" She opened the message and read the puzzling message. 

"Watch the attached video and meet me in the girl's locker room after practice tonight. Make sure you have one of your old uniform's with you."

"What the hell?" Hope thought. "Is this some kind of joke?" She saw the attached video clip icon and launched it. Immediately her mouth hung open in shock. The video was clearly one from Saturday. It showed her on her knees, topless and covered in cum. It showed her stroking both Markus and Jeremy before diving in and sucking Jeremy's cock. The clip was only about 1 minute long but it captured the essence of the shoot and her worst fears. 

"Who the fuck sent this!" She said aloud to herself. Her heart was racing from both anger and fear. She immediately began texting a terse response but stopped. Whoever this was, they had the video so no need to piss them off yet without finding out who or what they wanted before this gets passed around to everyone. How did they know she would be at practice tonight and how were they going to get into the girls locker room after hours. The school usually locked everything down when there weren't any games at night after all the practices were done. And what did they mean, bring your old uniform? The only uniforms she really had were her old dance team outfits or cheerleading stuff from years before. She attempted to text a question about this by hitting reply but the message failed reading out as undeliverable. 

"Uggghh," she groaned in frustration grabbing an old dance team outfit and cramming it in her bag. She tried dialing the video company, First Take Productions, listed on the contract she signed certifying her age, payment and adult nature of the filming. All she got was a no longer in service message. 

On her way to the school she dialed Esteban's number to see if he knew anything about this our how that video got out. The call went right to voice mail. At a stoplight she dug around her purse and found one of Esteban's business cards that had his assistant's number on it and quickly dialed. 

"Do you know how I can get a hold of Esteban this is an emergency," she rushed out to the girl answering. 

"Who is this and what kind of emergency?" 

"It's Hope Carter, and I just need to talk to him about a..." Hope struggled to think about how to word the situation. Esteban wasn't the shooter of the video; he just seemed to know the director and crew. "...about a photo shoot he helped me with over the weekend."

"Was it the Devil's Angels shoot?" 

"No, it was a video shoot afterwards," Hope explained.

"Hmm, sorry, all I see being done by Esteban was a photo shoot for Devil's Angels and, yes, here it is, a receipt for a check paying Hope Carter as a model. Was there some sort of problem with the payment?"

"No, I need to find out about the video company or Esteban's friend," pleaded Hope.

"I can't help you there and I really don't see anything about a video shoot."

A frustrated Hope cut her off, "I get that, I know you don't see any paperwork for the video. Esteban didn't shoot it; he knew the guy or the company or something."

"Sorry, I really can't help you there," the assistant reiterated. "Esteban is probably on a plane right now headed for Miami to deliver a special order photo set for an important client. He is then leaving for Europe and then Asia to meet with some other clients and I don't expect him to be available for almost a month."

"Fuuuck!" Hope screamed after she hung up the phone. She pounded her fists on the steering wheel of her Volkswagen Bug as she pulled into the school parking lot. Grabbing her bag and stomping into the school she didn't notice any unusual cars or see anyone out of the ordinary. Just as she sat her bag and purse down on the edge of the stage in the theatre where the team practiced after school she heard her phone buzzing again. Grabbing it thinking maybe Esteban was calling her between flights she was disappointed to see a text message notification. 

Sure enough it was a blocked sender again with a quick message, "Make sure you hang out in the locker room after everyone leaves. Hope you brought a nice outfit." Hope noticed another video clip attached and launched this one and like the other it was from Saturday. This quick take was of her getting load after load of cum shot on her from the parade of guys. Hope was quite sure who ever this was had the entire video and was able to slice and dice it enough to send out small clips to anyone. 

Before she could launch another angry tantrum the girls from the dance team started filing in for practice. Hope's mind was consumed by gossip and routines for the next hour and a half.

After practice ended Hope hung around the stage area with a few of the girls and not surprisingly most left without even going to the locker room, preferring to shower and clean up at home. Hope finally wandered downstairs to the locker and dressing room under the stage. It was deserted like usual, the volleyball team had a locker room off the gym that was more for the athletic teams. Hope hopped up on the old padded training table and began playing with her phone. She sighed in bored resignation as she waited for the mysterious texter. After 20 minutes she started to get really impatient and began wondering if anyone was really going to show up. Eventually, she heard the clanging roll of the janitor cart coming down the short hall outside the door before it pushed open. The janitor backed into the room pulling a rolling garbage can with cleaning supplies dangling off it.

An already annoyed Hope snapped, "Excuse me, don't you even knock? There could be people changing in here."

Without turning around the janitor spoke as he repositioned the cart just outside the door, blocking access and making it clear the janitor was in the locker room. "Oh good, you are in here. I was a little late getting into position to make sure you were here alone." He turned the deadbolt lock as the door closed before turning to face Hope.

"Jeremy!" Hope shouted, "You asshole!" She jumped down of the table slugging Jeremy's arm. "God I thought...I don't know what I thought but I couldn't figure out who had those videos. How did you get those and what are you doing here?"

Jeremy rubbed his arm where she punched him, "The director owed me some favors so he gave me a copy of the file since I was in the video anyway."

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing here and why you scared me to death with the texts. What's with the whole bring your costume to the locker room thing?"

"Well, no surprise I guess you don't remember me even now. I work here as a janitor part time and have for over a year. Your whole senior year in fact. You passed me in the halls many times after practice or after performances as I swept or cleaned. Hell, you even passed me in the halls before that; I was a senior here when you were a sophomore."

Hope cut him off, "That's why I thought I recognized you the other day. I knew I had seen you somewhere before. I just didn't place you with the blue overalls and hat pulled down over your eyes. Hey, you even wear long sleeves covering up all the tats."

"Yeah," explained Jeremy. "The school doesn't like me showing any tats or piercings or even my haircuts so I cover up pretty well."

Hoped looked him over, he certainly did look more discreet and unremarkable. "I don't remember you being in school here, I knew quite a few seniors back when I was a sophomore but I don't remember you at all."

"I know. I didn't really hang around the crowds you ran in. I mean I was one of the kids hanging out on the corner smoking before school, wearing all black everyday, not playing sports, not really the jocks you were around. I remember you though; you were the hottest girl in school even then. Do you have any idea how many guys used to hang out in the halls just to see you walk past or how many guys went to girls basketball games to see you wear that little dance outfit and shake your ass. Damn, we used to bet on if your tits would pop out of the top or not."

Hope had visibly relaxed now that she knew who had the video. The thoughts of Jeremy the janitor and Goth kid versus Jeremy the nice lighting guy who saw everything he did on Saturday and what she did with him started creeping into her mind. 

She laughed nervously, "That seems like so long ago. Now I just work the other girls on their routines. So is that why you asked me to bring a costume, you wanted to see me in the outfit again?"

"Yeah, sort of, I would definitely love to see you where one of those again if you don't mind."

Hope thought it over a bit and was relieved that she could hopefully put this video thing behind her now. "Sure I can do it, but you gotta get rid of that video and you shouldn't have scared me like that. You could have just waited and talked to me after practice or just watched a practice, half the time I just wear a sports bra and shorts anyway." 

Her own narcissism surfaced as she liked the thought of a guy going to lengths just to see her in a skimpy outfit. She stood waiting for him to turn around after she dug out the old outfit from her bag. "Ahem." She coughed, making a twirling motion with her finger.

Jeremy just smiled, "No I think I'll watch you change. I mean I've seen it all before anyway right, and I'd really like to see the real thing again not just on video."

Hope let out an exasperated breath, "Fine, if it will get this over quicker." She pulled her t shirt over her head and bent over kicking off her silky shorts. She stood up wearing just her sports bra and panties, thinking about the whole situation. She couldn't believe she had sucked his cock. He was the school freakin' janitor for god sake. He had watched her stroking another guy's cock, watched her get jizzed all over and now wanted to see her change one last time into her old skimpy high school dance team outfit. 

She started pulling the top on when Jeremy interrupted her, "I don't think you normally wore that sports bra under those tops did you?"

"Uggh, you aren't going to make this easy are you?" She complained as she wrestled the sports bra off. It always felt so good getting out of that restrictive thing. Her tits settled into their usual perky spots and she couldn't resist giving each a brief squeeze with hands as if to get the blood flowing again. Jeremy's eyes were locked on her chest as she dropped her hands and quickly grabbed the little top. It was only a tight fitting half shirt, coming down just below her breasts with an elastic band gripping her ribcage. She always had to adjust her boobs a bit to get them comfortably inside the top since her 34D's were a little larger than most size smalls. The deep scoop neckline and sleeves that barely covered her shoulders struggled to keep her contained. 

After pulling up the tight leggings she put her hands on her hips and bent one leg at the knee posing like before a routine. Thankfully, he hadn't objected to her wearing her underwear, the thong she wore was small but at least it was something. "So is that it? I mean you don't want me to do a routine or something lame like that do you?"

Jeremy smiled a bit, "Remember this?" He asked, pulling his phone out and playing a video. It showed Hope leaning forward and swallowing his cock, stroking it into her mouth and eventually cum squeezing out the corners of her mouth.

"Uh, yeah, how could I forget? It was two days ago." A sinking feeling hit her stomach. "What of it? I was doing a job and probably never should have been there but I got caught up in the moment."

Jeremy unzipped the front of his blue jumpsuit revealing a white t shirt and began pulling his arms out of the sleeves to push the baggy suit down. "I want you to do it again; I didn't really get to enjoy it as much as I should have the first time since I was already so close to cumming when you started."

"I'm not sucking your dick again! What do you think I am? Or who the hell do you think you are? I thought you were a nice guy, certainly better than Markus but I guess I should have sucked his dick instead even if it had just been pumping into Amanda. Don't you see I picked you that day because it was the lesser of two problems not because I wanted you or couldn't wait to suck your cock."

"Well I guess you don't care then if I send this video out to all your friends, your family, a few agencies in L.A..."

She cut him off, "You can't. I have a signed contract that specifically says that video cannot be shown in the United States. If it turns up somewhere or gets shown I am entitled to $100,000 compensation. You can look it up if you don't believe me."

Jeremy just laughed, "Are you really so naive? That company is just a shell. There are no assets, you can sue them all day, or scream and waive your papers all you want but there isn't anything there to get. Go ahead and try calling First Take Productions or try to find their location, you won't get anything. Why do you think they pay cash to everyone there? They don't have a bank account."

Hope's stomach dropped as he laid out his case. She remembered the number not in service message when she tried calling First Take Productions before practice. 

Jeremy had the suit to his ankles as he dropped his boxers as well. Hope kept her focus on his eyes, pleading with her own.

"C'mon Jeremy. You were so nice and fun that day. I'm sure you can get a girlfriend or something. You don't need me to do this do you?

"It'll be easy Hope and it will get easier with time. I know you liked it at least a little bit. I felt how hard you sucked and how hard you tried to swallow it all."

Hope glanced down at dangling cock extending just beyond the heavy ball sack between his legs. She remembered how thick and smooth it was when hard. His scrawny legs looked like white toothpicks with that slightly darker pink appendage between them. She met his eyes again, "What do you mean easier with time? How many times do you think I'm doing this in return for not showing that video?"

"I haven't decided yet but I know I want you to get some practice and I know it will be more than once. But I swear I'll give you the video eventually and I won't show it to anyone else as long as you hold up your end of the bargain."

It hadn't been bad on Saturday she thought. He did have a nice cock and if as long as no one finds out she didn't really care. It wasn't like she was a prude but she wasn't a total slut either. She did get turned on quite easy and having a chance to practice as he put it without word getting around might not be all bad, especially if she could get him to cum quickly again. 

"Fine." She pouted as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "You aren't even going to help a little to get it hard?" She asked looking up innocently trying to play it up to get him turned on and cumming as fast as possible.

"Sure." He responded as he slowly began stroking himself just inches from her face. As he became increasingly hard before her eyes he let go leaving his semi erect dick sticking straight out. Reaching down he grabbed under the front of her top and pulled it up allowing both tits to fall out as the elastic band moved up under her arms. "There." He said. "That should help me as well." He gave each of her soft nipples a bit of feel and rubbed the back of his hand against them."

Hope didn't resist his freeing of her breast and actually felt a small tingle as he brushed her nipples. When he straightened back up his cock was right in her face again so with a deep breath she leaned forward and took him in. He was still swelling when she began bobbing, no hands, just sucking in hard. 

"Easy, there." He warned. "You gotta let it get hard before sucking that hard Hope." 

Hope didn't really care what he wanted and kept going only she slowed down just a bit. He seemed to relax a bit as the tension in his legs dropped. His cock was even thicker than she remembered; it was difficult to keep going down on him. It wasn't the length it was the girth that strained her mouth and made it hard to take it all the way in. She gave up briefly pulling away to catch her breath and wipe the tendrils of pre cum that trailed her lips away from the dark pink head. 

"Oh, you feel so fucking good Hope." Jeremy praised her. "Don't stop yet."

She leaned forward once again, this time rising up on her knees a little more to get better movement for her head. Gripping the base of cock she stroked him up into her wet mouth. Her hand couldn't completely reach around the thick base and she felt like she was swallowing a giant cucumber. She stopped for air again and took the time to press his erection against his abdomen and lick all the way up the underside of the shaft a few times as she caught her breath and settled back on her legs relaxing just a bit.




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 06



"Yeah baby, lick my fat cock, get it nice and wet for you." Jeremy moaned.

Rising back up again she started stroking faster and faster, matching the speed with her mouth and sucking in air through her nose. Jeremy rose up on his toes and the sudden burst of salty liquid in her mouth told her it was over. She pushed the cum from her mouth with her tongue, letting it dribble on her chin and down to the floor careful to keep it off her tights or sequined top. 

Standing up she wiped her face and spit once clearing her mouth of any remaining semen. She started pulling her top down over her breasts as Jeremy surprised her by pulling her close and kissing her deeply, flicking his tongue into her open mouth for just a moment before pulling away. He held her for just a moment afterward, his right hand caressing her left breast and left arm around her back pulling her hips against him. 

"I guess I should let you get finished up." He said backing away. "I'll let you know when we should do this again. Oh and don't worry, I'll be back down here to clean up the mess," he said gesturing at the jizz pool and spit on the floor then turned, unlocked the door and was gone.

Hope was caught between anger, surprise, and just a bit of horniness. She was furious inside about getting blackmailed and surprised at not just his use of her but his deep wet kiss after she was done. She hadn't sucked a lot of guys off, only 6 to be exact, but none, not one had ever kissed her like that afterwards. It was like he didn't even care that her mouth had just taken a load of his sperm or maybe he was just that turned on by her efforts. She smiled a little bit that she had been able to drive a guy that wild. She had to admit she was a little excited by the whole scene. Looking in the mirror she replayed it in her mind, the sweaty after practice cheer leader sucking the janitor's thick dick in the basement of the high school did turn her on slightly. 

She situated her top and pulled on a t shirt and sweats for the drive home. Becoming a cock sucking slave certainly wasn't in her plans for the future but she didn't really have a choice. That video was damning enough and trying to get Esteban to help had proven fruitless. She figured he would be back again but maybe that would be it and she could convince him he had received plenty of payment.

The next day Hope didn't hear anything from Jeremy and left the school after practice without incident. Two more days went by without a word or sighting of Jeremy and Hope started to think maybe he had given up or realized what an asshole thing he was doing to her and deep down was a nice guy. Her anxiety faded as the weekend rolled around and she had heard nothing since that Monday evening. 

Saturday morning Hope went to the mall with Ashley and Lauren. Ashley and Lauren finally had some time off and Lauren wanted to buy some clothes before starting college next week. Hope, always in the mood for shopping, was happy to go along. 

They were just heading toward the food court for some lunch when Hope saw him out of the corner of her eye motioning her to him. Jeremy was standing just outside the Hot Topic store waving his hand. Hope pretended to not see him but he started walking towards her. Panic started filling her stomach as she realized he might start talking to her about their arrangement in front of Lauren and Ashley or worse show one of his video clips. She froze and stammered out, "Ahh you girls go on ahead. I just remembered I have to get something for a job I have coming up. I shouldn't be too long."

"We can go with you. I've drug you around all day looking at stuff I wanted to so its no big deal if we go to one more store before lunch," offered Lauren. 

"No its fine, go on. It is some stupid clothes you wouldn't want to look at anyway. Really, I'll be right along." Hope rushed out, almost pushing Ashley and Lauren toward the food court as she saw Jeremy bearing down on her. 

"Geez Hope," Ashley countered as Hope guided her along, "since when have you been secretive about your photo shoots. Usually, we can't get you to shut up about them. I think I'd like to see what slutty outfit you have to go get if you are this determined to keep us away. Maybe we could all pick one up."

It was too late and Jeremy arrived behind Hope. "Hey Hope, do you have a minute?" He asked as Ashley and Lauren both looked surprised. 

"Yeah, these two were just leaving." She said giving Ashley and Lauren one last gently push. 

"Wait a minute, who's your friend?" Ashley asked noticing Hope's uncomfortable look. Ashley couldn't help making her squirm after the joke of emailing Rick early this summer.

Before Jeremy could say anything Hope quickly explained, "He's working on a photo shoot I'm involved in. He is supposed to help me pick out some ah... ahh... alternative clothes that I wouldn't normally wear right?" The last word emphasized to Jeremy he should just play along. 

"Yeah, I do some wardrobe work and I have to take Hope into Hot Topic and get her some alternative looking clothes you know some vinyl, some fish nets, some more punk attire."

Lauren looked skeptical but agreed to move on without her. "All right Hope. Ashley lets go get some lunch. Hope meet us at the food court when you are done with... with whatever it is you have to do." Ashley and Lauren continued off toward lunch as Hope slugged Jeremy in the arm. 

"You asshole!" She hissed between clenched teeth. "Why did you have to come up and start this in front of them?"

"Because you were ignoring my waving at you. I know you saw me and you kept on going."

"Well what is it? Have you come to your senses and you are giving me the video," she asked hopefully.

"No," he laughed. "But your explanation to your friends wasn't far off. Let's go into Hot Topic over there and see."

Hope rolled her eyes and exhaled with annoyance, "Fine. Lead the way."

She followed Jeremy into the store and mechanically browsed some clothes while he spoke with a guy behind the counter. A very short leather mini caught her eye as Jeremy came up behind her, "It's all set. Follow me. Oh and grab one of those skirts to try on."

Hope grabbed the small and followed him toward the dressing rooms in the back. He surprised her by slipping a key into the lock and opening a small dressing room and holding the door open for her to enter. 

"Where did you get that key?" She asked entering small enclosure.

"My friend is the manager here," Jeremy explained. "I told him you were my girlfriend and that you had a fetish about sucking cock in a dressing room so he gave me the key and said enjoy."

"No fucking way. This is a public store, there are people around. I'm not doing it here." Hope crossed her arms defiantly. 

"Look, the door goes all the way to the floor. No one will know what we're doing. There wasn't even anyone else in the store when we came in here. It'll be fun. Think of how dirty you can be with all the people just out there walking around oblivious to you sucking my fat cock just steps away. I'll be quiet, even when I cum," he laughed a bit. "That reminds me you better take some of those clothes off unless you want to meet up with your friends with a cum stained shirt. Maybe you should just try on that skirt after all, wouldn't want anything to get on your expensive jeans."

Hope argued back, "Jeremy you can be such a pig sometimes. Did you really tell your friend I was your girlfriend and that I was going to suck your cock in here? I mean come on, you promised this whole arrangement would remain quiet. Running around telling your friends or trying to get me to blow you in a dressing room at the mall is not my idea of discrete and secret."

"Look, we can always call the whole thing off Hope. I can walk out this door and find your friends, show them the video and start spreading it around this very afternoon. I'm sure the parents of the dance team girls would love to see their daughter's coach covered in cum and sucking dick on camera..."

"All right, all right," Hope cut him off. "But this better be the end of this scheme of yours, I mean this is really pushing it." Hope began undressing, resigned to the fact that yet again she was going to be giving head to Jeremy. 

"Don't worry, no one will bother us and I really do appreciate it. You will be so good at it I'll be sorry when it is over. I won't forget I had to coerce you into it here at the mall."

Hope had stripped to her bra and panties and stood shivering in the cool breeze blowing down on them. She crossed her arms under her breasts and rubbed herself in an effort to fight off the goose pimples forming on her skin. "C'mon, let's get this over with, it's cold in here. Are you going to take those pants off or do I have to do everything?"

Jeremy moved closer to her putting an arm around her, "You are really cold aren't you? How about I show you how much I appreciate your efforts today and warm you up a little bit," he smiled slyly. "Move over here against the wall...that's it... now put your foot up on this bench... let's take this off..."

Hope followed his guidance numbly as he positioned her against the wall with her foot up on the bench as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The lacy white fabric fell away from her chest as he pulled it down off her arms. She could see her nipples stiffen in the air and she fought the temptation to cover them if only to try to keep warm. "This really isn't helping you know. Taking off what little I had on isn't making me any warmer," she protested. 

"Trust me, it will. Now hold out your hands... there.... and... done." 

Hope didn't fight it at all at first. He wrapped her wrists together using her own bra and lifted her arms above her head but when she attempted to lower them back down realized he had hooked them over a clothes hook extending out above her head. She struggled a bit to lower them, "Jeremy, let me go, this isn't funny. Someone is going to come in here and bust us and I certainly can't fulfill your request from this position."

"Don't worry Hope. I told you its safe, now do you trust me?" He whispered in her ear as he pressed against her body. Hope nodded wordlessly but before she could speak her breath hissed in as Jeremy kissed her neck very softly. His hands slowly slid down her arms and stopped just above her chest. "I told you I would warm you up first." He ran his hands down her ribs, over her hips and down her thighs and back all the way up her arms again. The warmth from his hands helped relax her as he continued rubbing up and down her body a little more firm as he went along. The goose pimples had disappeared and she stopped shivering. He hadn't even touched her breasts with any of the passes down her body, always just missing their firm flesh. On the last pass his extended thumbs flowed down and over her nipples sending a tingling sensation up her spine as the aroused bumps finally felt some pressure. Hope had to admit she was getting warmer; a bit of a flush had come to her skin as she looked over at the mirror to her right behind the bench. She kept her jaw clenched and faced away from him not wanting Jeremy to know how turned on she was getting from his touches. Her hard nipples ached to be touched after all the near passes as he teased her. 

Jeremy's hands came back up her stomach and grabbed a handful of each breast lifting and pinching them forward as he flicked them with his tongue. An involuntary sigh escaped her lips as he finally paid attention to her swollen nipples. She had always loved having her tits sucked and thought back to Markus's efforts at the photo shoot. Jeremy probably saw that and wanted his turn she thought. Jeremy's face moved down her torso as he licked and kissed his way down until he was kneeling in front of her now kissing her left thigh. Again he guided her right foot up on the bench before switching over and now lightly licking up her inner thigh. Hope felt the warm pressure building in her groin and knew she was getting more and more aroused as Jeremy kissed and licked her body. She looked over at the mirror and thought how odd the looked and yet how hot it made her. He had his shirt off and despite his thin build really had a muscular sinewy look about him. The dark ink tattoos up his arms and across his chest gave him a raw look that contrasted her white panties, blonde hair, and tanned skin. 

He continued to kiss up her thigh stopping just at the edge of her underwear and running his tongue along the edge from her ass all the way around and up to her stomach before switching to the other leg. Hope knew he could feel the heat coming off her pussy as she grew wet from his licking. She waited for his tongue or fingers to finally touch her moist crotch but they always hovered just centimeters away. She could feel his breath on her shaved pussy through the thin silky panties as he passed from thigh to thigh. Her hands finally slipped out of the loosely tied bra holding them up and she instinctively grabbed his head running her fingers over the stubble of his short clipped hair and into the thin strip of his longer hair in the middle. She leaned her head back and turned to the side opening her eyes to watch their reflection in the mirror. The top of Jeremy's head was just visible above her thigh as he tongued her skin. Her hips lifted and pushed forward as if begging him to just touch her pussy for a moment. The reflection in the mirror was like a dream or spying on someone else as her only senses seemed to be her pulsating crotch and acute awareness of where his hands and tongue roamed. Sliding her hands up his shoulders and neck she pulled him into her crotch rubbing his nose against her clit for a moment before he rocked back on his heels. 

"Well I guess somebody is warmed up now." He smiled again looking up at her before standing and beginning to unbuckle his pants.

Hope's mind raced, she was so fucking horny right now, her mind had been fantasizing about him pulling her underwear down and sucking on her clit. She had to admit he certainly knew how to get her motor running. Unconsciously her right hand drifted up her thigh and cupped her damp pussy applying just a bit of pressure as if to take the burning sensation away. Realizing Jeremy was wantonly staring at her hand as she ran a finger up her entire opening giving herself a little shiver in the process she smiled wickedly and snapped her hand back to her side. She didn't know why she cared that he saw her touch herself but she didn't really want him to know just how aroused she was at this point. 

Jeremy's pants were around his ankles and his already hard cock swayed from side to side as he shuffled forward to her. Hope kept her eyes locked on his until he was close enough for her to reach out and grasp his hard dick. A few slow firm strokes pulled him even closer as she ran her thumb along the top of his rigid cock before sliding it over the swollen head wiping away the drop of pre cum already forming. "You look like you are starting to enjoy yourself," he smirked.

Hope slid her near naked body down his, letting her tongue trail behind flicking the steel nipple ring as she passed before rising up to whisper, "You better enjoy yourself because this has to come to an end soon right?" A firm squeeze of his cock in her hand emphasized the last part. 

Hope didn't wait for an answer as she dropped once again to her knees in front of Jeremy. Working his thick shaft for the third time in the week she had known him. She kept her hands on the back of his thighs for support and freely stroked him with her mouth taking about half of him inside. Soon she felt him thrusting forward causing her to tighten her grip on his thighs to keep control. 

Jeremy's hand rested on the back of her head with a slight pressure aiding her movements almost forcing her down a bit further each time than the previous. The strain of sucking and taking that thick cock into her mouth caused her cheeks to ache and tears to start forming in the corner of her eyes but she kept going willing him to cum soon. He raised his left foot up on the bench and was now plainly thrusting forward fucking her face as he gripped her hair and kept her going despite the gag building up as he completely filled her throat. Finally, he stepped back pulling completely out of her mouth and sent a squirt of watery sperm at her chest. Hope rested on her folded legs breathing heavy through her mouth as the second little spray hit her. "Dammit Jeremy, you can't shove it in my mouth like that. I thought I was going to choke, I couldn't fucking breath."

"I know, that's why I pulled out before shooting. I didn't want you coughing and spitting everywhere or worse."

Hope sat back against the far wall looking down at the wet streaks of jizz on her tits and the trail between them. "Now I'm all sticky and gross. I probably smell like sex," she complained almost half heartedly. She could feel her pussy pulsing, begging for anything to release the pent up energy. 

"Here." He tossed his t shirt at her. "You can wipe down with this. I'll just wear my long sleeve from underneath."

"Wow. Jeremy is actually being nice to me." Hope chided him. "What will the world come to if this continues?"

"Hey now, it's the least I could do after that amazing job you did there. I'm telling you, you will be the best cock sucker around and guys will be lusting after you in ways you can't even imagine. You'll have guys jerking their own dicks just thinking about you."

"Shut up," she laughed. "Nobody even knows and besides I don't just run around doing this for fun. You kinda backed me into a corner with this." She stood up and pulled her jeans on first not bothering with the bra or shirt yet completely comfortable being topless around Jeremy now. Her swaying tits topped with her still erect nipples. Hope didn't want to cover them just yet, afraid of any sensation against their tender puffy skin. Besides she had to get her pants on quickly before she rubbed her pussy in front of him again. 

"C'mon Hope, admit you like it just a little bit. I felt you thrusting your hips out at me and I could tell you were getting pretty wet. You had a pretty good grip on my head for a while there."

Reluctantly Hope shrugged her shoulders, "It was O.K. I mean for a guy who didn't seem to know what he was doing," she lied, understating how much it had turned her on. "I guess I got a little hot because of the danger of being caught in public, sort of like at the school, or in front of those people at the shoot." On the surface Hope knew these reasons to be true, but deep down she knew she was starting to like his thick cock and how he just took what he wanted from her without calling her, fawning over her, or even telling all his guy friends. Well except for the manager here. 

Hope looked herself over in the mirror now that she was fully dressed, other than her hair being a bit messy and her cheeks still being a little flushed she looked passable. Jeremy slapped her ass once as she exited causing her to spin around and let out a squeal. 

"Here." He tossed her the mini skirt she brought in with them. "It's yours along with any top you want to take with you out of here. Think of it as a gift to you before I give you your videos back."

Hope shook her head and rolled her eyes, "As if that makes it all better," she turned to walk out of the changing room, "but I'll certainly take you up on it." Stepping out of the back hallway she called out to the manager, "Sir, Sir, could you show me the most expensive tops or jackets you have in stock?" Hope smiled inside, she loved it when men bought her clothes and paid for things for her. The manager gave her a knowing smile as he directed her toward a rack of clothes. 

After Lauren dropped her off at home Hope ran inside for a shower. She could still feel the sticky remnants of her encounter with Jeremy on her chest. She stripped down and looked at her naked body in the mirror turning each way to check out her hips and ass. Seeing herself in the mirror in the dressing room as Jeremy nearly ate her pussy and as she snuck a peek at his cock going in and out of her mouth had raised her own excitement. She loved watching herself and seeing herself get touched and seeing Jeremy's lust for her really made her feel so desirable and sexual. How he stopped himself from trying to take it further she didn't know. Every guy she had ever hooked up with wasted not time in trying to touch her or shove his cock in her, wet or not. 




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 06



Of course Ashley and Lauren gave her a hard time when she met up with them. They asked all sorts of questions about Jeremy and the fictitious shoot Hope had lied about. Lauren had dug through the bag of clothes and found the micro mini and the black sheer top along with a few accessories, belts, bags, earrings and such she also threw on Jeremy's tab. Hope lied to them and kept them clueless about Jeremy. Those two were practically prudes and would never understand her sexual needs or her desire to be wanted and adored by others. She knew her body was her ticket to something better and it always got her what she wanted so she may as well use it. 

Sunday came and went. Monday flowed into Tuesday and before hope knew it Thursday night had arrived. Jeremy hadn't called or contacted her once since the mall scene. She started thinking about how this would end. It had to didn't it? He couldn't keep holding those videos over her head forever and getting her to perform on him could he? At some point he would want a real girlfriend or a real relationship and that would free Hope at last. 

A text came in just as she was getting ready for bed. "Be at my place in 30 minutes. Wear whatever, we won't be going out." Directions attached. J."

Hope looked around her room and grabbed her jacket and slipped her white flip flops on her bare feet. She still sported her cut off sweat pants and white tank she planned on wearing into bed, no need to get dressed up for Jeremy. She knew what he meant and figured a quick BJ and she would be back home anyway, but tonight she was going to press the issue of setting a deadline for giving back the video. She didn't want this hanging over her head any longer and she was a little alarmed that she had actually been waiting for him to call again. Her subconscious liked the attention and the ability to delude herself that she was forced to show up and suck his cock and not that she liked it in anyway. 

The drive to Jeremy's apartment took about 20 minutes; he apparently lived just a few blocks away from the downtown club scene so parking was difficult. Hope saw all the scantily clad women and pimped out cars circulating the area on a busy Thursday night. Feeling underdressed to be out in public she wasted no time in speed walking to his building address. 

Jeremy answered the door on the third knock as if he was waiting by the door. "Come on in, I trust you found it all right." He held the door for her and gestured toward the old couch. She noticed he too was wearing sweats and a tank top as she took off her jacket. A teasing whistle escaped his lips as he eyed her braless chest filling the tight tank top. Looking down she noticed her hard nipples and the stretched fabric left little to the imagination. "Goddamn, I never get sick of seeing your tits," he exclaimed. 

"Yeah, right, just remember at some point it has to come to an..." Hope stopped in mid sentence as another woman walked out of the hallway and into the room. The other woman wore a school girl outfit and impossibly high platform heeled boots. 

"Hey Jeremy, I'm all ready when you are...Oh is this Hope?" She reached out and grasped Hope's hand as she continued, "This should be so awesome. I've never really performed in front of a private couple doing their thing before. I mean Jeremy had to convince me and explain but I'm kinda excited just to watch too."

Hope turned to Jeremy, "Ah what is going on? I thought we would be alone here, you know our arrangement is fairly simple and... and.."

"Don't worry babe," Jeremy cut her off. "Charlene, here is just going to put on a little show for us to get in the mood. She's going to do her regular strip routine for us while you jack me off. I've always wanted to just be able to blow it while getting so worked up from a girl but you know how the strippers never actually want to do the best part so that's where you come in." 

He plopped down on the couch and tugged at Hope's free hand pulling down toward him. She let herself fall into the cushion next to him and was about to protest when Charlene turned on the stereo and began gyrating her hips to the beat. Hope had never been to a strip club let alone a private dance and was intrigued by watching Charlene work. Hope noted Charlene had an ok face but certainly not a girl she would call beautiful. Her long blond hair was obviously a dye job and her less than perfect complexion was covered by plenty of foundation make up. Hope had to admit the girl could dance and despite her narrow hips she was definitely making her ass look sexy as she bent over giving them a glimpse up her short skirt. 

Jeremy wasted little time in positioning Hope's hand over his crotch encouraging her to begin rubbing. She could already feel him getting hard underneath his sweats. "Jeremy do you really think I'm going to give you a hand job in front of this girl?" 

"Yes and you know why, so why have this discussion again? Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Charlene will just be an innocent bystander."

Charlene laughed, "I dont' know how innocent I can be but I am curious to watch her stroke you off and suck your dick. Nobody has ever given me a show like that while I worked."

Hope was already allowing Jeremy to guide her hand over his sweats and up his fully hard cock. She had never performed anything like this in front of someone but the thoughts of this girl getting off a bit by watching her started to turn her on as Jeremy fidgeted his hips in anticipation. He stood up and asked for a little help in removing his sweats. Hope started pulling down one side and Charlene moved closer and grabbed the other, quickly dropping them to his ankles before moving away again. Jeremy stepped out of the legs, bouncing his hard cock in the process as he moved back next to Hope on the couch. He put his left arm around her as her right hand closed around the base of his completely rigid cock. Her hand didn't make it all the way around the thick shaft and it reminded her how hard he was to swallow. Figuring she could get this over quickly she started slowly stroking and as a bit of cum leaked out increased the speed with the added lubrication. 

Charlene was dropping clothes off and staring from Jeremy's cock to Hope's eyes watching in fascination as Hope vigorously pumped him. Hope's right arm began getting tired so she leaned over and began stroking him with her left. Jeremy moved his arm off her back and onto his own leg where he could reach up and fondle Hope's jiggling tits through the thin tank top fabric. Charlene had her top off and was just unclasping her dark bra freeing her tits. They were smaller than Hope's and not quite as firm looking but judging by Jeremy's smile, tits nonetheless. 

Jeremy was getting close to climaxing and everyone seemed to sense it. Charlene was bent over with her underwear covered pussy just inches from Jeremy's face when he told Hope to finish him with her mouth. Hope wasted no time in sliding down the couch if only to get her own face out Charlene's crotch. When Hope descended her mouth down Jeremy's shaft she felt him shudder. She was kneeling on the couch bent over sucking him quickly, using her left hand to keep her hair out of the way and pumping his cock into her mouth with her right. Jeremy's hand moved down her back to her ass and a probing finger began rubbing her clothed pussy from behind. He had never really rubbed her pussy before and after the teasing in the dressing room and her arousal now she loved it. It felt so good having the strong pressure on her lips as she bobbed her head up and down not even caring about the stripper watching as the music pounded out a beat for both her mouth and Jeremy's hand. The sudden explosion of his jizz into her mouth caused her to stop moving and Jeremy's hand to pull away from her damp pussy. She pumped her fist squeezing the load out of him as she let the cum spill out of her mouth and back down her hand all over his balls and thighs. Sitting up she continued stroking him as he lifted his hips involuntarily in ecstasy. Hope wiped her mouth and tucked her hair behind her ears noticing Charlene just completely stopped and standing there watching. 

"Holy shit girl, I don't know how you open your mouth that wide but color me impressed. Or should I say envious." Charlene was already picking up her clothes as she talked. "That was so fucking hot. I gotta get more customers like you two; putting on a show like that for me was awesome. Thanks for the tips Jeremy and I should run, I'm due at the Kit Kat club in an hour and I can tell she wants to get that cock inside her as soon as I leave."

Hope sat on her knees next to Jeremy on the couch still catching her breath as Charlene whirled out the door. Performing in front of her hadn't been a problem she basically forgot the other girl was even there. Jeremy was sitting back, head resting on the back of the couch still naked except for his tank top. One of the stripper's parting comments struck a nerve with Hope and she figured now was a great time to set an end to this blackmailing. "I've got a proposition for you Jeremy."

"Oh yeah. What's that?" He asked sitting up straight. 

"I'll agree to have sex with you one time and one time only if you give me the video back and swear to never mention it or do anything with it again."

"C'mon, one time?" He protested, "Three times at least."

Hope quickly jumped at the partial agreement, "Twice. I'll do it twice but one of them has to be right now." 

Jeremy looked her straight in the eye as his hands slid up her sides over her breasts and back down. "All right, all right. I'll give you the video and won't push it further. I'll leave it up to you after the 2nd time."

"It's a deal then. Now shake." She offered her hand as Jeremy shook it in agreement.

"Now get that top off and let's get at it." He laughed pulling her shirt up.

Hope pulled her top off over head and thought about how wet and horny she had been lately. Jeremy's hands were cupping her tits squeezing them toward his swirling tongue. Hope was determined not to let him know she was enjoying the sensation or was looking forward to a quickie tonight. She remained kneeling next to him as he pulled her close and roughly massaged her ass while still sucking her puffy nipples. He finally slid off the couch and guided her to sit and spread her legs. She looked down between her pointed tits as they settled out to the sides and saw Jeremy begin sliding her sweat shorts off. Lifting her hips and then bringing her legs together she offered no resistance as he stripped her. She kept her arms spread out on the couch refusing to touch him or guide him toward her waiting pussy no matter much she wanted him to finish what he started in the dressing room. His hands had already forced her legs apart so he could work his tongue all over her thighs and crotch again, teasing her like before. She felt her legs being lifted as her knees met her breasts while Jeremy licked and sucked her skin all around her pussy but never quite touching it. Her breath was coming faster as he pinned her legs to her chest and teased her even more than in the mall. His hot breath was just millimeters away from her damp opening and swollen lips. If she hadn't been pinned to the couch like this she would have been thrusting her pussy into his face by now. Finally, she felt one hand slide down the back of her thigh. She instinctively grabbed her free leg with her left hand keeping it up and making sure he had a free path to her throbbing crotch. Fingers slipped under the silky fabric of her panties and the backs of his fingers brushed her engorged lips causing a near whimper to slip out. As soon as the underwear was pulled aside she felt his tongue move up her entire slit. 

"Oh God." She whispered in anticipation. Hope now gripped both her legs to her chest as Jeremy was sucking and licking her pussy next to her pulled aside panties. The flood of endorphins had quickened her breath as she struggled to hide her arousal from him but it just made him work harder on her delicate pussy. 

She felt the tug of her underwear being lifted up her raised legs and let go of them for a moment to let him slide the damp panties off. She could see the pure lust in his eyes and thanked God silently he wasn't talking. She was afraid she would just order him to fuck her right now. He leaned back over her and kissed her deeply, just like in the locker room. His hands roved down her body and he soon followed licking and kissing his way to her open pussy again. This time he did not hesitate and began sucking her lips one at a time into his mouth. She could feel her lubrication leaking onto his face as he pushed further into her, managing to grasp her clit with his tongue. The incredible sensation as he sucked on her clit was too much and a long deep breath rushed out of her mouth causing her head to lift in ecstasy. Her hands were on his head forcing him into her writhing hips as she came for the first time. "Ooohhh Fuuuuck!" Slowly escaped her mouth. 

Jeremy was already moving her into position as he sat up straight on his knees and began stroking his cock. He pushed her knees back up again and began rubbing the huge purple head up and down her wet slit. The sensation tickled the insides of her barely parted lips and he teased her opening. She held one leg while Jeremy pushed the other as he slowly entered her with just the first inch or two. She already knew this was going to be the biggest cock she had ever taken; just the head was stretching her open like never before. A brief pang of realization hit Hope as she realized all the talk about big cocks with Ashley and Lauren and then seeing Markus's long cock along with the hugely hung guy in the other photo shoot had lead her to this very situation. Her subconscious had worked her up to sucking cock and finally offering to just fuck Jeremy's thick member. A new resolve hit inside her as she thought if all this was just because she wanted a big cock she didn't have to think about why she was attracted to a tattooed, scrawny punk like Jeremy. She just had to lay here and let him fuck her with his fat cock and then be on her way, soon to be back to normal. 

The reality of the situation immediately came back into focus as she felt him shove almost all the way in. The burning and engorged feeling gave way to pain then intense pleasure as the walls of her pussy stretched to accept his thrusts. It wasn't long before her own breaths were timed with the plunging dick inside her. Jeremy gripped both of her ankles as he pumped into her letting his balls slap into her ass. Hope resisted the urge to cup her swaying tits as they matched his rhythmic pounding. Instead she tried to focus on the ceiling and hide her enjoyment of his fat cock pressing into her tight canal. He began turning her onto her side as he pressed her legs together and slowing the pace of his thrusting into her. His left hand toyed with her bouncing tits as he still gripped her ankles together and continued rolling her over causing his slick cock to pop out. Hope took the opportunity to jump up on the couch, kneeling on the seat cushions and leaning her elbows on the back ready to get pounded doggy style. She figured he would make a fast quick intense pounding of it and be done while hiding her face from his and keeping her enjoyment to herself. 

Jeremy smiled as he moved to kneel behind her guiding his cock toward her waiting opening. "I guess I should warn you since you sucked me off it might take awhile to cum this time."

Hope's silent war waged internally as she realized her own hastiness in getting laid and ending this blackmail had resulted in one mistake. He was now prepared to fuck her all night.

As soon as the first two inches penetrated her again she felt him grip her hips and pull her back onto his meaty pole. The hardcore fucking began almost immediately as he slammed her back onto his thrusts. She could feel the intensity building and he seemed to be getting even bigger inside her. She kept her head down on her forearms trying to suppress the screams that wanted to escape as her climax approached again. He was going so fast she knew he had to cum soon; she prayed he would last a few moments longer so she could finish again. His hand left her right hip and suddenly she felt the stinging, "Whap," as he slapped her ass at the exact moment he thrust into her and stopped. The pause in action caused her climax to subside just a bit but she said nothing. After a moment he began thrusting again and she felt that familiar wave building. 

"Whap." Again he smacked her ass and stopped. She squirmed a bit encouraging him to continue pounding her. She had never had a guy slap her ass like that during sex and the sting reminded her of that initial pain of him entering her. The thrusting and slapping continued as she felt her ass getting red as she hovered just out of reach of the elusive orgasm that kept escaping when he stopped. Once again she felt his hand leave her hip to deliver a slap but instead of pausing with him she felt herself thrust back onto his cock as the slap never came. Rocking forward on her knees and back again she realized she was now delivering all the thrusting motion as she fucked his cock and banged her ass off his thighs. 

"That's it baby. Now you're getting into it. C'mon fuck my fat cock. Feel it stretch your pussy." Jeremy encouraged her, "I wanna feel that pussy cum all over me." 

Hope gave up all pretense of reluctance and continued impaling herself. She reached back and tried to encourage Jeremy to keep going as she tried to pull him forward again. "Don't fucking stop then, just keep going." She ordered angrily. "C'mon fuck me with the big dick." 

At this point she would have acquiesced to anything he wanted so long as that swollen cock continued filling her. She couldn't believe she had let go like this but it felt so good to get filled so completely to the point of too much. Her pussy ached as the hard cock continued in and out. She could feel the mix of her own juices and Jeremy's on her inner thighs as he plunged in and out of her. She pushed herself up with one arm allowing the other to support her bouncing breasts and feel her own hard nipples. Jeremy's hand soon moved up and pulled her arm away giving him free reign of her taut nipples. He none to gently pulled and pinched them creating even more synergy with her tingling pussy. The dam finally broke as she came again, deeply and intense she felt the gush of liquid out of her pussy. It was like nothing she had ever felt and the guttural scream that escaped her throat was new as well. Jeremy stopped moving as she convulsed causing her pussy to shake briefly on his cock as the last orgasmic spasms passed through her. A brief bit of embarrassment passed her mind at the sudden escape of liquid from her crotch, for a moment she though she had pissed herself since she had never squirted fluid like that. She attempted to finally sit up but Jeremy moved up on the couch behind her still buried in her leaking pussy as he ran his hands up her thighs, hips and tender breasts. Her own hands moved up her electric body as well if only to protect her tender nipples as she leaned into him. "Well I hope you got your money's worth," she laughed. 

"Almost. I'll probably be done in a minute if you can take it."

"What?" She protested, "You aren't done yet?" He was already pushing her back down and beginning to pump into her again.

"Just a few more minutes. Just don't stop till I blow it." 

He gripped her firmly and began jack hammering her even faster than before. Hope slid over toward the arm of the couch and tried to hold herself up but her shaking arms gave out causing her face to plant into the couch cushions. A low moan crept out of Hope as her sore pussy began to heat up again. Jeremy's right leg stepped in front of hers as he positioned himself for even better leverage driving Hopes face into the corner of the sofa cushions and forcing her ass even higher. Her head struggled to turn for air as she felt pinned between Jeremy and the arm of the couch from the driving action. His hand reached around and began stimulating her clit against his passing cock. Impossibly, she could feel another orgasm building as his fingers doubled her pleasure. She almost cried out when he took his hand away and placed it on her ass. "Fuck...me...Jeremy...fuck...me...Jeremy," she panted out. She nearly missed his thumb creeping down and tickling her ass. "Oh God she thought, he isn't going to..." Before the thought was finished she felt his thumb press into her ass. He stopped after a few centimeters before slipping back out and used the wet juices from her pussy to wet the area as he probed into her asshole again. She tried to squirm forward but there was no room to maneuver away. No boy had ever touched her ass like this as he thumbed in and out of her now slick ass alternating his cock thrusts into her pussy with the pressure into her asshole. A short intense orgasm hit her as her entire crotch exploded from the dual stimulation.




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 07



Hope spent the weekend lounging around her house bored for yet another weekend. Lauren and Ashley were always busy with college school work or group projects and never had time to go out anymore. She wouldn't be caught dead at some high school party now that she had moved on from that scene. At least this weekend she welcomed the respite a bit as she truly was overwhelmed by the encounter at Jeremy's on Thursday night. He had fucked her harder and made her cum more times than pretty much every sexual experience she had ever had. She had initially thought he would give her a quickie and get the whole video blackmail over and get her off after all the recent teasing. She enjoyed sex and knew men desired her but for the first time she gave herself over to a guy and just let him have his way without her mind wandering and trying to figure out how to keep control or get something materialistic. It really wasn't hard with Jeremy, he sort of took control and when she found herself on her knees or bent over that couch she felt a buzzing satisfaction in the pit of her stomach as the pretense of a game ended and she just obeyed and was rewarded with such arousal and pleasure. For hours after the pounding her pussy ached and she almost wanted to put ice on her crotch just to numb the throbbing as her body tried to put itself back together from the stretching and probing deep inside. Even laying in bed on Sunday night she felt horny enough to want to finger herself just to bring that sweet release again but after a few delicate rubs of her clit she quit because she really wanted to feel something inside her, possessing her, taking her not just her own hand flicking her button. 

A whole week went by and not a word from Jeremy. Hope thought he must be delaying the inevitable final fuck session as long as possible. By the start of the second week she started to get a bit impatient. Why the hell hadn't he texted her or called to finish this thing? She found herself wandering down to the locker room after practice and wasting time to see if he would be down there or even working in the halls but she didn't see him anywhere. Finally, on the second Thursday after her last meeting with Jeremy she saw an old janitor pushing the trash cart down the hall and worked up the courage to ask about Jeremy.

"Excuse me, Sir," she shouted. The older man turned to face her surprised anyone was actually talking to him. 

"Yeah. What can I do for you? Forget your locker combo?" He asked, eyes traveling up her bare legs and obviously pausing as he passed over her chest before meeting her eyes. 

Hope suddenly realized she was only wearing a pair of skin tight shorts and a sports bra out here in the hallway. She crossed her arms over her nipples as if to hide her breasts even as his eyes continually glanced down at them.

"I was looking for Jeremy. You know the regular Janitor that is here after school."

"Skinny kid...with tattoos?" He offered still leering at her.

"Yeah, where is he? I haven't seen him around lately?" She shifted her weight around trying to squirm under his watchful eyes.

"He quit last week, haven't seen him since." 

"O.K. Thanks," she hurried out of her mouth and spun back towards the sanctuary of the practice area. 

How the hell could Jeremy quit she thought. He said he needed money like anyone else and he surely didn't seem like he wanted to get away from anywhere Hope would be on a regular basis. She still didn't even have his phone number after everything since his texts were always from a blocked source. 

"Hey," the old janitor called out behind her as she walked away. She spun around noticing the manila envelope the man held out toward her. "He told me to give you this if you came around asking."

Hope tore open the envelop barely noticing it wasn't sealed and pulled out an 8x10 photo of her on her knees covered in cum, holding her left breast in one hand and gripping Jeremy's hard cock with her other while looking up waiting for the next load of jizz. She stared with a mix of disbelief, anger, and just a little lust at the picture. The moment was broken by the old man, "Nice shot, if you don't mind me saying. I'd pay top dollar to see more of them if you got any."

"Mind your own business you old pervert." She hissed at him as she stomped off back to the locker room. On the way down she noticed a note on the back of the picture. "Only one more time left I guess, as a good faith on my part I have included the memory card for your use or whatever. I figure I can trust you enough to honor our deal." Signed, Jeremy. Hope dumped the envelope out in her hand and pocketed the memory card. 

Part of her wanted to scream in anger at him letting that guy see the picture but she felt a sense of relief at getting the card back. She supposed he could have made copies of everything but at least he had kept his word about giving her the card after getting what he wanted from her sexually. A pang of regret hit her as she thought this whole escapade was coming to a close. It had been almost exhilarating not knowing when she would see him or more accurately when she would be on her knees sucking his fat cock. The secrecy of it all turned her on and having a pseudo boyfriend suited her. She didn't have some jealous guy telling who to go out with, what to wear, what jobs to take, where to be or any of that possessive annoying stuff. He just fucked her brains out and made her suck his cock. 

When she got home she popped the memory card into her computer and watched the entire video from beginning to end at least three times. It wasn't that long of a clip and clearly the director had focused on her over the other two girls. She saw Markus' long dangling cock again and was reminded of his rubbing it on her ass and fingering her pussy during the photo shoot. She couldn't believe how calm she looked in the video with all those naked guys jacking off on her. During the shoot she felt anything but serene but in the video she had to admit she looked damn good. 

That night at home in bed she had the most erotic dreams of her life. Visions of Jeremy's swollen cock in her face, images of multiple hot guys surrounding her shooting loads of cum on her skin as she played with her tits. Thoughts of lying on her back and getting her pussy licked while she watched Charlene, the stripper, get fucked by some guy. When morning finally arrived her panties were damp from her nightly secretions and for the first time in her life she wished she had a dildo or vibrator or something besides her fingers to satisfy herself. Damn, she wished Jeremy would call to set up the second encounter. She knew she could always go out to a club and find a guy to fuck her in a heartbeat but she would have to get a friend to go out with her, risk her sluttiness getting out on the gossip circuit, and risk the guy not really being all that great at sex, plus he'd want to call her or see her again, uggh, she just wanted to get pounded again and not be bothered with anything else.

By the next day, Saturday, she had calmed down a little bit. She had limited herself to only one more viewing of her little so called sex tape as he joked with herself. Actually, she had a job today and helped take her mind of things for a little while. Of course it was a crappy job, a runway fashion shoot at the mall. There were the worst, ugly clothes, bad MC'ing, inexperienced models, gawkers, and the embarrassment of strutting around in that environment in front of peers from school or people who knew her. She only did it because she still needed money and there just wasn't much work to be had anywhere and she wasn't about to go get a job waitressing or slutting it up at Hooters for dollars. 

The show was done by five in the afternoon and she agreed to go out to dinner with a few of the other models. She was still bored without Ashley and Lauren around and a few of the models were people she had worked with before. Everyone was hard up for work these days it seemed. Dinner turned into clubbing and before she knew it she was feeling pretty buzzed from the alcohol and tired from dancing. It hadn't really been hard getting a few models into the club even though she was only 19. It was already eleven and the group was going to head out to an upscale club on the edge of town. Hope didn't really feel dressed for it and she had already spent most of her meager payment for the day's job. Taking a cab out there, paying a cover, buying expensive drinks and looking like a slob didn't sound appealing to her. She didn't look bad but she had only dressed for a drive to the mall and not a night on the town. Her frayed jean skirt, two inch green sandals, and spaghetti strap green top weren't exactly hot club material. Besides, a wicked thought had entered her mind. She knew Jeremy only lived about 3 blocks from this place. She could easily walk over there and pay him a visit rather than call a cab to driver her home. If it was anything like last time she would be plenty sober enough to drive home later and she could finally scratch that itch or suck that cock to put it in perspective.

The walk over in the cool night air perked her up even more than the anticipation of sex. A few guys shouted out catcalls and a few girls gave her jiggling tits a stare before giving her the dirty looks she was used to when she really strutted. She knew her straightened blonde hair and modeling make up looked good and Jeremy sure wouldn't care what clothes she wore or didn't wear. She hit the buttons for every apartment until the buzz of the security door opened allowing her to bound up the stairs to his floor. Walking slowly now to calm her heart before knocking on the door she felt the flitter of butterflies in her stomach as nerves started to pick up even through the alcohol's buzz. She had never done anything like this before but the idea of just presenting herself to him and basically asking him to fuck her silly made her laugh a little. No one who knew here would believe she was showing up at this particular guys' place for such a thing. Her heart rate had slowed as much as could be expected and she thought she would appear calm enough not to be too desperate or slutty. Her hand reached out and knocked three times. Nothing, not a sound inside. She tried again, banging the ball of her fist a few times to make it louder. The wave of disappointment began to climb; she hadn't even thought he might not be home at nearly midnight on a Saturday night. Maybe he is sleeping, she banged a few more times to no avail. "Fuck," she thought to herself again kicking the door once as she turned to walk back to her car. 

"Hey you don't have to break the door. I'm obviously not there." A voice called out from the end of the hall. 

Hope looked up and saw Jeremy standing there watching and to her disappointment, with his arm around a girl. The girl had short dark hair, dyed very black. Her leather jacket was zipped up to her throat where the studded collar hid her pale skin. Her long slender legs were covered in fishnet stockings between her knee high leather boots and dark micro skirt. The girl had to be 3 or 4 inches taller than Hope and her violet eyes bore straight into Hope as she watched her walk away from Jeremy's door. 

"If you break I'll have to pay for it." He chastised her.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you were sleeping." Hope answered suddenly sheepish. "I should get going," she muttered trying to hurry past the couple. "God, how stupid could I be," she thought silently, "He's got a girlfriend and she looks like she wouldn't be afraid of a fight."

"Hold on now." Jeremy stopped her. "What are you doing out this late walking around by yourself and showing up here?"

"I was just, ah... ah...," she struggled for an excuse trying not to look at the girl next to Jeremy.

"You were banging on my boyfriend's door," the girl declared. "Obviously you were here to see him. So why don't we go inside and you can explain there."

"I really should get going, "protested Hope. "I mean it's late and you..."

"Look, honey," the girl cut Hope off. "I know you came over here to try and fuck my boyfriend so the least we can do is go inside and talk about it."

Hope followed numbly as Jeremy lead the way and opened the apartment door, turning on the lights and tossing his jacket on the floor.

"Natasha, this is Hope. Hope, this is Natasha." He pointed as a way of introduction. Hope gingerly shook her hand waiting for an explosion of anger but instead Natasha just gave her a thin smile and unzipped her coat.

Hope noticed Natasha's top was sheer black fabric in the back except for some solid black cloth on the shoulders. As Natasha spun to sit in the lone chair she also noticed the whole front was sheer as well. Her bare breasts were clearly evident through the thin material. Hope couldn't imagine being confident to walk around with her tits that exposed in a club. Natasha's smallish by comparison, probably B size, tits protruded like pointed upside down tea cups topped with erect nipples and easily supported themselves without aid of a bra. The metal bar through each nipple contributed to their erect state. 

Hope sat on the couch to Natasha's left watching as Natasha made herself comfortable. "So Hope, you're the one Jeremy has been getting off with I wager. Charlene told me you were a hottie, she said your tits alone would make you a lot of money at the club."

Hope looked confused and tried to interject. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Jeremy had a girlfriend, I really..."

"Don't be sorry. I knew about it. Jeremy and I have a special relationship. Jeremy, why don't you show Hope what I mean."

Jeremy turned on the TV and popped a DVD into the player before sitting down right next to Hope on the couch. The screen went from darkness to a bunch of chapter windows that Jeremy selected a scene from. Immediately the air was filled with high pitched screaming as the screen showed a woman, no Natasha, on her back getting pounded by a guy who was clearly not Jeremy. Hope watched as the camera panned from the grimacing guy to Natasha's face and zoomed on the dick plunging into her. A scene cut to a wider angle and another guy moved into the picture and pushed his hard cock toward Natasha's eager mouth. She lifted her head and struggled to suck the second dick while the other guy plowed into her. Hope sat in amazement as she watched the two guys working on Natasha. Jeremy sat calming watching until Natasha said it was enough.

"So you see, I can't really get mad at him for fucking you," Natasha acknowledged. 

"I guess I don't really know what to say." Hope's mind was racing, she didn't want to say he blackmailed her into it at first and now she was here of her own free will. She didn't know how Natasha would react to that knowledge. 

"Don't worry," Natasha cut in again. "I've seen the blow job video, you looked pretty good. I daresay even that you looked like you liked being the center of attention."

"Yeah, I guess so, I mean I was nervous but I had a little fun." Hope nervously giggled.

"Good. I'm glad you had some fun. Charlene tells me you put on quite a show for her the other night as well."

"I've never done anything like that before really. I mean just going at it while someone else just stood there watching, well other than that video." Hope relaxed a little bit as it appeared Natasha wasn't some psycho girlfriend. "I guess I have done a few things lately that were new." 

"That's great," Natasha encouraged, "you should know you had Charlene was so hot when she got to the club she put everyone to shame with her first dance and she just had to fuck her boyfriend in the dressing room after getting of the stage."

"Thanks, I guess." 

"It is a compliment," Natasha continued, "Does it turn you on knowing someone watched you performing like that?"

"I've never really thought about." Hope lied. "I don't have a lot of experience doing that sort of thing in front of people. You've pretty much just described all of it." Hope thought about how hot she had been watching herself get fucked by Esteban on his big TV and how many times she had watched the guys jerking off all over her.

"Well I hope you don't mind me saying, but if you plan on fucking Jeremy again I am watching. I wanna see you in action right here, right now." 

Hope's jaw dropped as Natasha laid out the scenario. She heard her order her to fuck Jeremy right there in front of her. 

"I'm not sure about this," Hope protested weakly. "I don't know if I can..."

"Nonsense. Jeremy why don't you start getting warmed up," Natasha ordered as Jeremy stood and dropped his pants. Natasha moved over to sit on Hope's right side across from a now naked Jeremy who was slowly stroking his cock into erection while staring right at Hope.

Hope was starting to get that feeling she had earlier when thinking about his fat cock pounding her into submission again. This certainly wasn't what she had in mind when coming over but if performing in front of his girlfriend got him even harder or made him work harder she was game. 

Jeremy moved to his knees in front of Hope and pulled her hips closer to him so she slouched down on the sofa. His hand slid up the backs of her thighs, under her jean skirt until he could tug her panties down. Hope lifted her hips slightly to allow him to move her underwear down, feeling the air on her exposed pussy as he forced her legs up to her chest to pull the white cotton over her ankles. His right hand drifted back down her leg and he gave a quick rub of her crotch as her legs settle back on the floor. Her skirt was bunched up under her ass leaving her bare from the waist down. The light brown wisps of hair on her pubic bone made her wish she had shaved recently. Her crotch looked like a brillo pad with the small amount of hair that had grown back, but Jeremy didn't seem to mind at all as he rubbed the furry patch causing her skin to move her labia and in turn tease her clit ever so slightly.

"So what do you want him to do?" Natasha's voice surprised her as she whispered in her ear. Hope had been so engrossed by Jeremy she didn't notice Natasha was pressed against her. The air from Natasha's mouth tickled her ear and neck as she continued. "Tell him what you want; you've got to be in charge when performing."

Hope whispered, "Lick it."

"Lick what?" Natasha breathed into her again, "Be specific, tell him what you want him to do."

"Lick my pussy." Hope ordered.

"That's better," Natasha purred. "Don't be afraid to keep telling him what to do. Make him work for you."

Hope was barely paying attention to Natasha now that Jeremy's tongue was sliding up and down her slit. His hand spread her legs open and hid head moved from side to side as he lashed her pussy. Her hands down his head forcing him into her crotch as she ordered "Eat my pussy Jeremy, that's it, eat my pussy."

She didn't resist as Natasha pulled her right hand off Jeremy's head and lifted her arm up so it was around Natasha's shoulders as she moved in pressing tight against Hope. Suddenly Hope felt Natasha's hot breath on her neck again and then the most tongue followed as Natasha kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. Somehow Natasha's tongue seemed a rhythmic extension of Jeremy's flicking tongue on her clit as both toyed her sensitive skin. Hope could feel the orgasm building as she ordered Jeremy to keep going. Natasha sucked a little harder on her ear lobe and kissed her neck more aggressively. Hope felt her tits being massaged and squeezed; it took a moment to realize it was Natasha rubbing across her chest, working the hard nipples with her thumb. Hope had never had her tits felt like this by a girl. Once on a drunken truth or dare game, she and Lauren had made out for 10 seconds and Lauren had briefly squeezed her tits while they kissed. Lauren later said she just had to see what it was like for a guy to make out with a big breasted girl. 




Blow Job Lessons Ch. 07



This was different; Natasha was firmly sliding across both breasts as she whispered in Hope's ear. "You like getting that kitty licked don't you?" Hope only nodded her head in agreement as Natasha kept whispering, "Tell him to suck that clit, tell him how wet you are."

Hope was squirming in arousal as Jeremy's tongue worked just inside her slick lips, flicking her engorged clit. "Eat me Jeremy, suck my clit," she moaned, "keep going, that's it, oh God, oh God!" Her pitch increased as his lips sucked her clit between them trapping it while is tongue slowly caressed it. Hope felt Natasha shift and begin trying to lift her shirt up her prone body. Jeremy stopped licking just long enough to help Natasha pull Hope's top up over her head. Natasha's hands were already working the hooks to free the bra before Hope could lie back down. It felt so good releasing the tension on her shoulders from the thin plastic straps. Hope was so horny and the break in sensations left her wanting more and her new found confidence had her lifting her hips and ordering Jeremy almost instantly, "Suck my clit again Jeremy. Make me cum all over your face." 

The increasingly familiar letting go of any inhibitions she started to build as she felt her body becoming orgasmic again. Natasha had slipped into her former spot tight against Hope. Hope felt her tongue and lips on her neck and down to her shoulders, the top of her breast and finally her large puffy nipple. Natasha squeezed her tit up to a point and lashed her hard nipple sending tickling sensations down Hope's spine. Without thinking Hope was responding, "Suck my tits, suck 'em for me." 

Natasha took the order with gusto as she shifted to get better access to both melon sized tits. She took Hope's hand and guided it up to one breast and with her hand on top encouraged Hope to squeeze her own tit and tease it while Natasha sucked on the nipple. Amazingly Natasha's tongue seemed to match Jeremy's swirling tongue again and Hope finally came for the first time in a loud shout as she nearly sat up. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Shit!"

Natasha sat up briefly and Jeremy stood as he wiped his face of Hope's secretions. His half hard cock sticking out near Natasha's face as she leaned in and began sucking him off. Hope lay watching and catching her breath as Natasha kneeled in the couch next to her and deep throated Jeremy's increasingly hard erection. Natasha's left hand drifted down from Hope's tits as her fingers trailed along her stomach to the damp matted hair of her pussy. Hope froze in anticipation as she watched Natasha's bobbing on Jeremy's cock and felt her finger begin sliding up her pussy, probing gently against the slick opening. Hope's own hands moved up and lifted each of her tits toward her mouth allowing her to tongue her own nipples in time with Natasha's rubbing of her clit. Jeremy's eyes opened and watched Hope working her own tits and attempting to suck the nipples and saw Natasha slide back up to move Hope's hand down to begin fingering herself. She was still wearing the jean skirt bunched up around her waist as she fingered herself in front of others for the first time; playing with her tits and watching Natasha suck Jeremy's thick cock. It was like an out of body experience for Hope as she lay there arousing herself further and thinking about how badly she wanted that cock inside her. 

Her own desires finally overcame her as she swirled her finger around her pussy and exhaled loudly," Fuck me, goddammit. Fuck me with that big cock Jeremy."

Natasha pulled away and giggled a bit, "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask for it."

"No shit, I didn't think I could hold out much longer." Jeremy added as he kneeled down between Hopes legs. "Let's get rid of this thing, I want you completely naked," he added sliding the skirt down her thighs and off her feet.

Hope watched him move forward gripping his incredibly fat cock and guiding it toward her waiting pussy. He slid the swollen head up and down her slit heightening her desire as he teased her. She lifted her hips attempting to force herself on to it just as he pushed forward. A gasp escaped her lips as the first 3 inches avalanched into her at once. She had almost forgot just how big around he was as she stretched open once again for his thrusts. Jeremy leaned forward and in only 3 or 4 probes was slamming into her balls deep. She was so wet he easily moved in and out pumping her pussy yet again. Jeremy moved up onto his hands over and seemed to rise up on his toes and he held himself above her working his hips to quickly giver the entire length of his cock. His gold necklace occasionally bounced off her face as he frantically rocked forward. Her feet remained on the floor supporting her hips on the edge of the couch and moved her hands up to still her swaying tits as the shockwaves from his pelvic thrusts rocked her body. 

The feeling of total arousal had taken over and she was back to not caring about anything except that big cock sliding against her clit. She cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop fucking me," as Jeremy backed out of her and settled back on his knees. His cock pulling out left her feeling empty and dripping.

"Don't worry; I just had to shift positions."

He almost immediately shoved it all the way in again as he lifted her legs to his shoulders and pumped her from his knees.

Natasha took advantage of the opening to lean back in and continues sucking her tits and the impossibly swollen nipples. Natasha left hand gripped Hope's tit while her right slid down Hope's stomach. Her probing fingers soon made a V on either side of her pussy further rubbing her lips against Jeremy's cock. Hope gasped at the dual working of her pussy no on had ever touched her like that while she was fucked. Natasha firmly pushed on either side of her opening rubbing up and down causing even more friction for the thick dick. The second orgasm was sharp and quick. She tried to sit up but Natasha's face buried in her tits kept her down. Slowly Natasha worked down her stomach and was hovering just above her quivering pussy as Jeremy stopped pumping as the mini convulsions shook Hope. Hope felt Natasha's hand change as she gripped Jeremy's cock and pulled it out of Hope's pussy. She wanted to scream out to stop but froze as she watched Natasha slowly lick and suck Jeremy's wet cock. Natasha sucked and licked his balls obviously tasting Hope's juices all over him. Jeremy jerked a bit and erupted in a white jizz shower as Natasha held his cock letting it spray all over Hope's stomach and pelvis. 

A bit of disappointment hit Hope as she still wanted to feel him inside her but Natasha wasted no time in moving off the couch and down between her legs. Hope was shocked when Natasha now began licking her pussy, sliding one then two fingers inside her. Jeremy moved back and observed as his girlfriend sucked and fucked Hope who was already covered in his cum. The disappointment Hope felt was gone and she lay there getting licked by a girl for the first time. Her loins were so heated up she just lay moaning as Natasha built up that arousal again, using her fingers to tickle the upper side of her pussy hitting the bundled nerves perfectly. When she finally opened her eyes again Jeremy was standing stroking his once again hard cock. 

He moved behind Natasha and lifted her filmy top off her exposing her pointy pink tipped tits. She moved up on her feet helping him slide her skirt down, leaving the fishnet thigh high stocking on as she stepped forward and straddled Hope. 

Hope wasn't sure what to do with this now naked girl sitting on her. Natasha scooted up and was sitting on her stomach; Hope could feel the heat from her moist pussy on her skin. Natasha gripped the back of the couch on either side of Hope's head and kissed her deeply. Hope could taste what could only be her own pussy on her lips. She didn't resist and found herself swirling her tongue around accepting the sensual kiss. Natasha rocked forward and Jeremy entered her from behind forcing her pierced nipples over Hope's face. Natasha continued rocking forward letting her sharp little eraser nipples drift across Hope's face as Jeremy's thighs slapped against her. Hope felt all the action of the fucking but not the cock going in and out. It was odd having this girl laying on her getting fucked, feeling Jeremy moving between her legs but only occasionally feeling the light brush of his balls on her stomach and pubic area. Natasha let go of the couch with one hand and squeezed her tit up toward Hope's mouth. Instinctively Hope opened her mouth and began sucking Natasha's nipple. The cold steel of her barbell piercing gave her something to grip and gently tugs with her mouth. Natasha moaned and gasped as she was fucked and sucked by Jeremy and Hope. 

Hope felt some movement and Jeremy were now backing down shoving his cock into her. Natasha remained straddling her chest as Jeremy once again pounded her. Natasha moved to stand on the couch and instead put her knee on the cushion and firmly planted her pussy in Hope's face grinding the wetness against her chin and nose. Hope didn't know what to do, she had never eaten another girl's pussy and this one was dripping wet covering her face in the musky liquid. Her own pussy was on fire as Jeremy was pistoning in and out of her. The total loss of control she felt kicked in as she stuck her tongue out and began licking the gyrating pussy in her face. Natasha moaned, "Yes, yes, lick my pussy, you little slut."

Hearing Natasha encourage her and call her a slut somehow turned her on even more. She wanted to make her cum all over her face. "Come on bitch, come for me." Hope taunted back making Natasha squirm even more.

Jeremy started chiming in with his own taunts. "How's my little big cock slut doing down there. You like getting a fat cock in you while you suck pussy. "

Hope let out a muffled, "Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, keep going and I'll make your girlfriend cum."

Jeremy lifted on leg up to his chest as he relentlessly pounded her tender pussy. "You like that big cock, tell me you're my big cock slut, say you're my big cock slut."

Hope was getting so near her orgasm she didn't care about anything, all she was doing now was holding her tongue out while Natasha ran her pussy over it. Hope shouted at Jeremy's taunts, "Yes, I'm you're slut, I'm you're big cock slut, now fuck me harder with that fat cock." Natasha convulsed briefly and hopped over to the side to finish herself off rubbing her clit with all four fingers. Hope was just muttering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," while playing with her own tits squeezing and tugging her nipples.

Jeremy suddenly dropped Hope's leg and pulled out squirting watery jets over Hope who sat up and quickly sucked his sticky cock into her mouth tasting her own pussy mixed with his cum. When the pumping cock stopped moving she leaned back exhausted and totally spent.

"Oh my God. Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Hope panted.

"Owe it all to Natasha there," he responded. "She is the fuck queen."

"No shit. I have never done anything like that. I can't believe any of it."

"Believe it honey." Natasha responded. "You can come over anytime and try it again. I mean you are our little slut right. I mean you're a big cock slut right."

"Yeah," Hope laughed at her own shouting earlier. "I suppose I am."