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The Model

By: Mrtintheweb



I was in my final year at university and, like all students, was always strapped for cash. To make up my grant, I did life modeling for art sessions at schools and art clubs. Much of it is standard work such as standing in a room of spotty teenagers whist wearing a thirties style outfit with silly hats and heavy coats. There was an art society based in a village hall just out of town where I did some nude modeling for a bunch of mostly old ladies, all pretty bland.

One of younger ladies, Lucia, who is in her late twenties was a part time teacher at the art college in town and asked me if I would do a nude session next week for £50. I couldn't really afford to say no so agreed to be there at the specified time. I knew I may have to put up with a load of 17 and 18 year old boys looking me over but for £50 I felt I could cope, besides, I have no problems with showing off my body. I have always been told that I am sexy looking with a firm 36C-24-34 figure and natural tan (my dad is half Italian).

I arrived with good time to prepare myself and was shown to where I could get myself ready by Lucia. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Lucia said that they were ready. As I walked out into the room I was confronted by her art class, the majority of whom were girls to my relief. I dropped my robe and got into the pose they wanted. After about an hour we had a break and the class started talking and generally relaxing. Lucia then brought me a cup of tea and we started chatting.

After some small talk she asked if at the end of the session I was interested in her doing a small photo session for her so that she could do some extra drawings at home. I didn't see any harm so I agreed; and besides, she offered me an extra £20. The rest of the session Flew by and it wasn't long before it was just myself, Lucia and two of her students, Ian and Emma. Lucia explained that they were her best students (she later mentioned that they were also a couple) and asked if I minded if they took a few pictures. I didn't mind, but the thought of Ian taking photos of me was beginning to turn me on.

The set was ready, a simple pale blue background and a low stool, and I sat down with my robe just hanging down while Lucia explained what I should do, "Just let yourself go," she said, "just do as many poses as you can so that I can get a good selection from which to choose."

At first I was a little unsure of what to do as I didn't want to be too open but I didn't want to hide myself. As the session went on I got into the feel of it and was soon enjoying myself. I kept noticing how Ian was trying to get a good view of my pussy without being too unsubtle and although I was unsure at first I got more daring. At one point Lucia went to get some more film so I sat forward on the stool and opened my legs as wide as I could. I then noticed Emma wink at me and give me a telling smile which made my cunt juices begin to boil; I also noticed a bulge forming in Ian's jeans.

Lucia returned so I repositioned myself to hide how wet my cunt was. She said that she was out of film and that if Ian was finished we could call it a day. Ian shrugged and began to pack away. As I was getting dressed later Lucia came in to pay me and I noticed that she was looking at my rock hard nipples. "Does it turn you on doing nude modeling?" she asked. I told her that it was just the cold but I'm sure she saw my blushes. When I got home that night I had the best wank ever, my vibrator bringing me off several times, at one point I thought I was going to wake up my flat-mates with my screams of pleasure.

I thought that would be it, but a few days later I bumped into Emma in town. She thanked me for making Ian so horny, she had got a good seeing to that night. As we walked around the shops together we became very friendly and she asked me if I fancied doing another shoot, this time at her flat. She said that she could afford it as her father was rich and gave her more than enough money to survive. "If it leads to a fuck as good as the last time you modeled for Ian it will be £50 well spent."

After my orgasms last time I wasn't going to turn this opportunity down and we agreed to get together that night. I went straight home and got myself ready, deciding it would be nice to give my pussy a fresh shave so that Ian and Emma would get a better view of my hole. I left a small tuft of short brown hair just above my slit but the rest was completely shaved, showing off my pussy lips to perfection. I put on my sexiest summer dress, high heels and nothing else; packed a small bag with some sexy underwear, a micro-bikini and my vibrator in case I got the chance to sneak a quick session.

I arrived slightly early and caught Emma in just her dressing-gown. She didn't seem too worried and invited me in. She showed me the set she had made at the end of the lounge. The set was identical to the one I had used at the college, even the stall was the same, and there was also what looked like expensive camera equipment set up. Emma told me that Ian was in the bathroom and that I could use it to change when he came out. Emma went off to get changed so I hung around waiting for Ian, sexy thoughts going through my head the whole time.

After about five or ten minutes Ian wasn't out so I presumed he wasn't in the bathroom after all. I tried the door, which wasn't locked, and walked in to find Ian sitting on the edge of the bath, trousers around his ankles, wanking his seven inches over the picture of me with my legs open, it was a close-up, the cheeky bugger had put his zoom at maximum. When he saw me he went bright red, pulled his trousers up and ran out of the room. This turned me on even more and my pussy was dripping wet already. I decided to put my orange micro-bikini on for the start of the shoot, as it doesn't cover much and is easy to remove.

I came out of the bathroom to find them chatting about what they wanted and was invited to make my way onto the set. "I thought it would be nice if we started with a few bikini shots," I said, and they both agreed but Ian refrained from looking me in the eye. Emma was wearing a short summer dress similar to mine and she sat to one side on the sofa.

I saw Ian had plenty of film and told him I was ready. Ian snapped away as Emma told me what to do and what positions to take. After Ian had taken a few shots of me in my bikini I started to take it off. It fastens with strings and as I undid them first my tits came into view then my shaven pussy. I looked over to where Emma was sitting and she had her legs wide open so that I could see straight up her dress at her completely shaven pussy. She saw me looking and hitched up her dress to give me a better view.

"Look," she said to Ian, "She's shaved her pussy just for us, aren't we lucky." I saw that Ian was grinning from ear to ear and that there was a huge erection under his trousers. All the time I was doing more poses and Ian now had control of me. I did exactly as he ordered and his orders were getting bolder. "Bend right over!" he said, and I did, giving him a great view of my rear. Next I lay on the floor and spread my legs.

At this point Ian took the camera off the tripod and moved in closer, "Spread your cunt lips!" he said, and I spread them wide for him, the zoom of his lens only inches from my now aching pussy. I looked over to see Emma in the throws of orgasm, three fingers working in and out of her at break neck speed.

When she recovered she looked me in the eye and said, "mind if I join you, give Ian some pics of us together?" and before I could say yes she lifted her summer dress over her head, walked over to me and pushed her face against my pussy.

The second her tongue hit my clit I was in heaven as an orgasm went straight through me. I then forgot about the camera as Emma and I started licking and sucking each other for all we were worth. Just as a second orgasm was building she stopped and ran out of the room. I lay there rubbing myself as I watched Ian who was now stroking his cock through his trousers, "This is unfair," I said to Ian. "Emma and me are starkers and your still fully dressed!"

At this he started to strip off in front of me, I didn't notice Emma return for a moment, but I soon realized where she had gone. She was wearing a huge strap on cock, "Time for you to get a proper shafting," she said as she ordered me to bend over, ready to take it from behind. I was so wet that the 8" fake cock slid straight in to the hilt, followed by Emma giving me long hard strokes. The orgasm that had faded when she left was now growing again and I soon lost control as I came for the second time. Then, without asking me first, she ordered Ian to lick me out whist she rode his cock. Ian lay on the floor and Emma told me to sit on his face. Ian's tongue was probing me as Emma sat straight onto his cock and started to ride him.

We kissed as she rode his cock and it wasn't long before all three of us were orgasming one after the other. Emma then stood up and ordered me to suck Ian's come from her pussy. As I did Ian slid a condom over his dick and rammed it inside me in one single thrust.

After I sucked Emma to another orgasm she got up, got the camera and started taking photos of Ian pumping away at my pussy. Once Ian and I had come again we all decided to spend the rest of the night in bed together.

The Model



This story deals with an older lady who gets herself in a difficult situation through a promise made in a weak moment. Ultimately it costs her a big piece of her modesty and a severe test of her bladder, when she becomes a most unexpected kind of model.

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Chapter 1

It was approaching the time to prepare for her appointment. Fran Merryman steeled herself as she looked at the clock. It read 12:15 - the dreaded appointment was set for two in the afternoon. She had less than two hours before what she was sure was going to be one of the most embarrassing events of her life. Her heart raced a bit as she thought about it. How could she ever have got herself into this? No matter - the deed was done, now she just had to go through with it. Hopefully she could could get there and back without encountering anyone who knew her.

She had made the appointment two days ago. The place was of her own choice - a location where she felt no one would know her, a place where she hoped, in fact, that there would be no one except the person she was to meet. She had only met him once, and he didn't really know how she was going to be involved. To him it would be, she hoped, only a professional engagement.

Fran was not an insecure person, or one without means. Now at sixty two, she had been divorced some twenty years, after a marriage that had turned sour and led to an unpleasant settlement. Faced with the need to support two growing children, she had relied on her own resources, having little from her ex-husband. Fran was an investment advisor, having spent many years with a firm in the business of managing finances for mostly wealthy clients. She had achieved financial independence, financed educations for two children now grown and departed, and acquired a good reputation in her profession and her community. Financially, she had done well. Usually she dressed in conservative professional attire for her appointments, but she pondered what was appropriate for today.

While thinking over what would be appropriate attire, she realized she had another item of preparation she needed to attend to. She went into her kitchen, poured herself a large glass of ice water, and drank it down. She waited a few moments, then followed it with another. Then she returned to her bedroom.

She looked over her wardrobe, trying to select the most suitable attire for this occasion. She decided a dress was necessary, and she chose a navy blue one, heavy enough to wear without a slip, and one that buttoned in the front. She didn't relish having to wrestle with something that fastened in the back. It was a warm day, and she would not wear a jacket.

She carefully selected her underwear. Usually lingerie was not of great importance to her, but today, well, it could indeed matter. She picked out a white bra and white panties. She would not wear pantyhose, or any hosiery. Today it would be better to be bare legged. 

She dressed with her usual care. She checked her gray hair, which she refused to tint and wore at shoulder length. Looking at herself in her mirror, she was satisfied. At her age, she knew she was not going to win any beauty contests, but she was well groomed and in good taste. Perhaps she wore a few more pounds than she had twenty years ago, but her body was, she felt, in good shape, allowing for some minor sags and lines. She wore little make-up, but carefully looked over some small lines in her face. Well, she thought, at sixty two surely he will expect a few flaws!

She considered her jewelry, then decided to leave it off. Earrings she usually wore, but not today. She fastened on only her wrist watch. Time would be important - she must not be late.

Dressed to her satisfaction, she checked the time. It would take her perhaps an hour to drive there, she would need to leave within twenty minutes. There was still one item of preparation needed. She needed a bit more to drink - it would important to have sufficient liquid in her. She considered her coffee pot, then decided instead again on water. Coffee might go through her too quickly - she didn't want to create a problem for herself before she got there. She poured another large glass of ice water, and drank it slowly. She had skipped lunch, so her stomach was empty. She decided a bit of nutrition might be good, so she followed the water with a large glass of orange juice, then repeated with another glass.. 

She checked the clock. She still had a few minutes. She wondered if what she had consumed would be enough for the requirements she expected. Doubtful, she took another glass of the water and downed it slowly. Her stomach was feeling quite full.

She made a quick visit to the bathroom to relieve herself, then returned to the kitchen. Taking a liter bottle of soda with her, she went outside, locked the door, and went to her car. Carefully she backed out and began her journey. Desperately she wished this day were over, yet she knew she had to go through with it.

As she drove toward her chosen location, she reflected in how she could have got herself into this situation. Her mind raced back over events of the last twenty years.

Chapter 2

Fran had been a bit over forty when she first met Marvin Burnside. She was fresh from a messy divorce, trying to make sense out of a disrupted life and harsh financial circumstances. She was left with a son and a daughter to raise, an ex-husband who had managed to exit the marriage with a settlement that left her a house but not much else. Fran had worked in financial planning for several years, but until now personal finances had not been a real problem for her. She was trying to put her life together, support her children, and sort out a variety of legal problems. Romance was not on her mind - she had had quite enough of men in that regard.

Marvin had shown up at the conference her company had set up in San Francisco. He was in the same profession, living in Oregon. Fran lived in the south - although she made a number of business trips in conjunction with her work.

It was Marvin who had struck up a conversation with her when she was feeling alone, and just a bit unwelcome. He introduced her to other professionals. She became aware that he had separated from his wife years earlier, and lived with a teenaged daughter. There were things they could share.

There was no romantic spark between them - in fact there never would be, really. He was a professional colleague she saw only on business trips, where frequently their interests crossed. She did get his business address. He offered to advise her in her professional development.

Over the next five years, they met half a dozen times, always at some point away from both of their homes. They would have dinner together, at times. One early incident Fran would recall with amusement.

She had been staffing a booth at a conference for financial planning. Her coworker was called away unexpectedly, and she was left to staff it alone. The rules she was under was that the booth was to be staffed all day, lest prospective clients arrive and be lost. She had been there several hours when Marv came by, giving her a warm greeting and trying to engage her in a bit of conversation. After a few minutes he sensed she was a bit nervous and was fidgeting a bit. "What's the matter? Don't you feel OK?" he had asked her. She waited a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Truth is, Marv, I'm not supposed to leave here, and I have to pee something awful!" Marv laughed at her, then replied, "Tell you what - lend me your badge and I'll stay here a few minutes and be you - even if a poor substitute! You're entitled to a bathroom break!"

That little event would become a favorite theme of their infrequent encounters. Before departing for lunch, or some event together, he would inquire of her "Need a pee break first? We don't need any problems with you!" 

Over the ensuing years. Marv had encountered a number of clients transferring south, and referred several of them to Fran. He had given her favorable introductions to several other prospects, and gave her material assistance in preparing presentations for the seminars she had to put on and manage. It was Marv who got her into a professional society, and then nominated her to national office a few years later.

More recently, Marv had joined with her in planning their society's national meeting, and helped elevate her to professional prominence. Yet they remained only close business friends - never had they had they had a real romantic encounter.

Twice she had taken trips with him, on the way to business conferences where they simply shared a car. The most intimate event occurred while driving along an isolated highway on one of these trips. It had been quite a while since they had a rest stop, and Fran was feeling a bit uneasy with a full bladder. Marv had sensed her discomfort, and failing to find a rest area with facilities, they had wound up pulling off the side of the road, where both, in turn, and not together, had relieved themselves on the sheltered side of the car. 

Recently, she knew their relationship was winding down. Both were nearing the age where retirement loomed. There was one more conference in Vancouver, which they would attend together. Fran looked forward to it with mixed feelings, anxious to see her old friend, yet feeling sorrow that the final parting was probably imminent.

They went out to dinner together after the events of the second and last day. Marv had planned it would be special. He took her to an elegant restaurant, reminding her of the many meals they had shared, but admonishing her as they arrived, "This one's on me - you don't pickup the tab this time! And do you need a pee break before we sit?" Fran laughed at his reference to their private joke, and his memory that she, in true professional style, had often picked up the check for their times together.

They reflected overt their many times together. Marv shared his plans with her. "You know I have a partnership in Australia, and I'm planning to go there in a couple of months to retire. Of course, I'll keep busy, but it will be a different life for me. You know I will miss seeing you!" Fran shared her concerns for her own future, expecting to stay where she lived, but looking to a less cluttered life. They shared their plans and memories.

"I want to remember you, Fran. You know after all these years, all I have of you is a couple of convention snapshots."

"Do you need a picture of me to remember what I look like? Maybe I can find one. Would you like one of me in my present deteriorated state, or as I was twenty years ago?"

"I want to remember you as you are - and you're not deteriorated - you've become more gracious over the years, and I want to remember the finished product."

"You're a flatterer - always were!" Fran responded. "I'll get you a photo, maybe even a few of them. After that statement, you can have any kind you want!" "Thanks, I'll remember that. I find you worth remembering. I'll give a bit of thought on what I'd like."

They reminisced a bit about what they knew of each other. Fran had shared a bit of her interests over the years, but she knew little of Marv's personal hobbies. She recalled that he had been interested in boating, and had once owned one. Then she remembered that he had mentioned a photo art collection.

"You know, I really should get you a retirement gift. After all you've done for me, you won't even let me pick up the check for our farewell banquet! What would you like?"

"You don't need to give me anything, Fran - just knowing you has been enough. Anyway, you've already promised me a picture."

"That reminds me - you have talked about your collection of photographic art - I've only seen those couple of pieces you showed me. Are you still adding to it?"

Marv smiled. "What I showed you was a small piece of it. Yes, I still have it, and add to it when I can. You've seen a sample - you know my interests! I shouldn't admit it - but I find it hard to get the additions I really like!"

Fran remembered the sample. "What you showed me were very artistic photos of women; and, as I recall, rather undressed! Now admit it, were any of them your girl friends? Or did you see them as very impersonal, like, for example, the lady in the picture over there?"

Marv looked across from their table to a large painting on the restaurant wall. It showed a somewhat corpulent lady, reclining nude. "You know I've been interested in art - I hope I can devote more time to it. I find the female figure a marvelously graceful art form. No, none of the models were really friends. I buy the photos, or they are given to me. The ones I like best I frame and display, the others I keep in albums. I try to get photos of the models in poses that reflect their interests, or show them in activities that they would appear to enjoy - I like to see the models depicted not as statues, but as real persons, doing real activities in an artistic way. It's not easy to get them, which is, I suppose, why I value them so."

"That one over there doesn't seem to be doing much of anything!"

"I know, and if that were a photo, instead of a painting, it wouldn't be a candidate for my collection. Besides, the model's too young! But she does have a few extra pounds. Now, some would see that as a drawback, but not me. I like especially the photos that show real persons, as they really are, warts and all, but still posing gracefully in whatever they're doing. You know, grace isn't just young and firm lines - it's how a person carries herself, her self-confidence, her acceptance of herself as she is. That's what I like to see depicted - not just some young thing without her clothes on!"

"You're still an old flatterer! I think you're just trying to make me feel good. At my age, don't talk about the warts showing - I'd have to admit to a few!"

"Really? I've never noticed any. You carry yourself with poise and confidence. I always found you the picture of the confident businesswoman. If you've got warts, they wouldn't matter, because they're never apparent!"

Fran laughed a bit. "You've never seen me the way I step into the shower! You might change your mind!"

"Would I? Really think I would? You would should grace and good taste in any state you were in!"

"Stop it. Now you're just being flattering. It's too late for that. I don't need it any more!"

Suddenly Marv sat up a bit, studied Fran carefully, and then asked her, "Earlier you said you'd get me a set of photos of yourself, any kind you could. Did you mean it?"

"Of course, Marv. You know I would. It's the least I could do for you. Have you any special desires?"

"Yes, indeed, Fran. But remember you already promised!"

"Sure, Marv. What are your wishes?"

"I want you to get me a set of photos of yourself that would fit the style of my collection. They would be the crowning piece! That's the gift I would like from you! I would treasure it - and I want you to get a good professional to take them - I really would love it!"

Fran's smile turned to look of surprise. "Are you asking me to get photos posed like the ones you showed me? Dressed like - like that woman in the picture?"

"It would be the best memory I could have of you - seeing you the way you really are, even if I never saw you that way in person. It would be great if you got a dozen or so, different poses. You would make the most graceful model in any of the photos I have"

Fran looked him squarely in the eye. "You mean nude?"

He nodded. "I would never use them to embarrass you. They would go to Australia with me. But I would love to have them. You would make the most gracious model I could imagine!" His look was one of pleading.

"A sixty-two year old model, posing nude. Artistically." Fran was a bit shocked. She pondered his request.

"I'd like them in an outdoor setting - you always looked good outdoors. Try to get them in active poses - I'd really like that. A good photographer could pose you - you would such a fine, graceful model. And, oh yes, try to get two or three with you engaged in that activity we always joke about."

"Which is?"

"What do I always ask if you need to do, before we start something?"

"Pee?" Fran responded, incredulous.

Marv nodded again. "Remember that time beside the car? You were such a good sport about it, and so gracious. I think you could make the most artistic display if you were photographed peeing - I'll bet you could do it so gracefully! It would be something to remember you by - our favorite joke, and something only we could share. Please, I'd love it. Would you?"

Fran considered her answer. She had made a promise. Marv was an old friend, to whom she felt owed gratitude. He had never asked her for anything like this; they had never had sexual encounter. He wasn't asking for one. How could she ever deliver on this? But, how could she refuse, and after all, what real harm was there in it? She was confident Marv wouldn't use anything he wanted to embarrass her. She trusted him.

"OK. If that's what you want for your retirement gift, you'll get it. But give me a little time - I've never had pictures of that kind made before!"

"I thought you hadn't! That's what would make them such a special keepsake! Thank you!" Marv's gratitude seemed genuine.

Marv didn't pursue his request further, until the end of the evening. The spent the rest of it together, and, past midnight, Marv delivered her to her hotel. As they parted for the night, and, she knew, possibly for the last time, he looked at her. "My pictures? You will remember - I always want to remember you!"

"You'll get them, Marv, I promise. Just like you asked". They exchanged a few final words, and then an unexpected embrace. She went to her room, a bit sorrowful that a bright chapter in her life was ending.

Chapter 3

On the flight home, and for days afterward, Fran couldn't get out of her mind the promise she had made. At times she wondered why she had agreed to such a thing. She thought about calling Marv and saying she couldn't do it, and offering an apology. She thought of sending him a note that his request was just, well, inappropriate, if not indecent! But Fran was a person of integrity, a woman of her word. She had had a chance to turn him down, and she hadn't. She had agreed. And, she reflected, it wasn't as though he had asked for some kind of sexual liberty, or tried to seduce her. He hadn't. All he had done was asked her to get some photos made. But, never, never, never in her life had she posed for photographs like he wanted. She hadn't even seriously thought about it. Where could she find someone she could trust to photograph her as Marv wanted?

Once home, and busy with other obligations, Fran procrastinated. She tried to put her promise to Marv out of her mind - temporarily. Days went by. They grew into two weeks.

She realized time would run out. If she were to keep her promise to Marv, she had to get him her gift before his retirement and departure. She was embarrassed, at times angry at herself for having made such a promise. But now she was forced to deliver, or go back on her word. Her word, she reflected, was the important item. She must do what she promised.

She consulted her phone book, looking for photographers. She scanned the yellow pages, trying to find one that would fit her need. She marked the ones who specialized in what were called glamour photos. She hardly considered herself glamorous, but these were the ones who would most likely do what she wanted. She checked addresses, nothing close to home, she thought; she might be recognized. She looked for ones in remote areas of the city, where no one would likely know her. She wanted a small shop, not one well known. Gradually she narrowed her list. Finally she found one that seemed suitable. "Granger Photography - Portraits, Parties, Weddings, Glamour Photos", the listing read, in small type. Only one telephone number. Probably, she thought, a place not too big, wouldn't have a big staff, unlikely to know her or do work in her area or among her friends. There was a horrible thought! Suppose she engaged one and later he was the photographer at a wedding she attended! Would he show recognition? She thought, and thought.




The Model



By the time her knock fell upon my door, I had almost forgotten the model was coming. I am so easily distracted these days. I had retrieved the clay from the back closet and cut off an adequate piece, but then I realized the paintbrushes were still soaking and didn't want them to get soft, so I attended to them. Then there was a loud crash outside the window and I went over to see my downstairs neighbor washing his trash cans. I went back to the clay and couldn't remember what it was for. Then her knuckles rapped shyly and I tried to recognize the rhythm but I had never heard her knock before and I had no idea.

"Come in, my dear," I said. She wrinkled her nose, either at my familiarity or the thick stench of turpentine. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Sure, no problem," she said, looking around, perhaps relieved to see all the signs of an actual working art studio. Models are always skeptical when they meet a new artist. Art is an often abused lure.

"How long do we have?" I asked, studying her form as I spoke. She looked a little older than she was, her meatiness overshadowing the youthful purity of her skin, her mature mane of hair belying her innocent eyes. I took her for twenty-three, looking all of twenty-eight in the right light. The muscles of her hand suggested musical training. I smiled.

"The afternoon," she said, taking a seat on a stool, obviously meant for her by its position of isolation. "No later than five."

"I'll skip the sketches then and go straight into clay."

"Okay by me."

"Naked?" 

"That's what Diane told me you wanted." 

"I'm asking you. I only want you naked if you're comfortable with it. An uncomfortable model reflects badly in sculpture."

"I'm comfortable naked."

"Good. I was hoping for naked."

"Okay then," she said as she dropped her purse to the floor and lifted her t-shirt over her head. Her hair fell in loose curls onto her bared shoulders. For a moment, the contrast made me want to switch to paint. I chastised myself. There was no time to waste changing mediums. I could paint her next time, if the light was this good again.

The soft hue of her flesh bore the pink markings of elastic. Her breasts hung perched between their weight and her youth, hovering almost magically and jostling with every motion of her arms. Gentle reddish nipples slowly coalesced into a tight and pointed brown. I took a hold of the damp clay and began to stroke. I knew she was going to work out just fine.

She stood and after a moment of fumbling, her pants fell in a heap around her ankles. I stroked the clay more forcefully. Shifting her weight, she pushed her shoes and slacks onto the floor with her feet. She collected her shirt and pants and shoes and purse and walked over to a bare spot on my table and left them there in a heap. I broke off a hunk of clay and began to roll it vigorously between my hard hands. With a sudden deft plie, she pushed her panties past her bare feet and deposited them atop the pile of clothes.

Her legs were strong and her butt was firm in an excessive sort of way. She sat down on the stool with her legs slightly spread and scrubbed her pubes with three fingers, volumizing the light brown muff.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

I gestured with my fingers is a way she could not have understood, pointing and twirling and stopping and bending. Even so, she did a fair approximation of what I intended to convey. I admired the lines of her naked body and told her to stop.

The thick bulge of her labia reminded me of Donna, another model I had worked with years and years before. Soft swells of furry flesh forming a frame around the supple petals budding forth from the shaded crevice between. I had never forgiven Donna for the way she left me. I had never understood how she could leave.

There were other points of resemblance between this model and Donna. Both shared a slight sharpness of the chin. Their nipples had the same exaggerated point. The lines of their calves were almost identical. Elements of their breath conveyed very similar respiratory troubles. I knew what the model's cough would sound like before she coughed. I could only imagine the same nibbles would excite her.

Staring at the model's pussy began to affect my dick. In turn, my insistent gaze led her to spread her legs slightly, exposing a reflective glisten. My fingers dug deeper into the clay, pulling the sculpture's thighs apart accordingly. My fingernails grazed furrows in the surface. I sighed, remembering Donna.

She knew who I was and she knew what I did. I suppose that she never accepted my devotion to my art, expected me to behave in a more normal fashion, but at the same time, she never had reason to think I was otherwise than I am. I lengthened the waist with an indelicate yank. I couldn't stop sculpting to make Donna secure. I twisted the clay to give a curve to her foot. 

"You've modeled before," I said, "I can tell." 

"Some," she replied, "when I can, when I need the dough."

She sounded like Donna, not in the tone or timbre of her voice, but in the phrasing.

"I could use you, two or three times a week, if you're interested."

"No shit?"

"I have a series in mind. It'll take some dedication, both from you and from me."

"Sculpture?"

"And paint. Does it matter to you?"

"No, I'm just curious."

"Sketches, too. We'll have to spend at least a week on sketches."

"Nude?"

"Sometimes. We'll have to talk about costumes, as well."

"I have some ideas."

"We'll see. I have plenty of my own."

"Understood."

"Good. You can get dressed now."

"Thanks. That was easy."

"It won't always be easy," I said with a smile, wiping my hands on a cloth.

"I know," she said.

"What's your name," I asked.

"Evelyn," she replied. Her eyes were a greenish blue. Donna's were almost black. Evelyn's smile was broad while Donna had a pinched sort of mouth. Her arms were long and almost spindly. Her knee cackled slightly as she straightened her leg. I noticed the small stripe of an appendix scar when she pulled down her shirt. She balanced for a moment as she slipped her panties over her foot and there was a certain lack of grace. Her voice was like a song, at times.

"I'm glad to meet you, Evelyn. I think you'll do just fine."



The Model



I was sitting on a bench at one side of the room, a small suitcase filled with clothes beside me. Beautiful girls and photographer's assistants swirled around me, although none of them paid any attention to me. I was there to try and start chasing a dream, although right now it seemed like little more than a foolish quest fueled by some stupid ambition.

I was a forty year-old divorcée, the mother of two boys, and I had always thought of myself as fairly pretty, at least in my own narcissistic way. Several of my friends had always suggested that I could model, and I had gone as far as having a couple of photo shoots done, mainly to get portraits for business, or with my boys. A couple of the photos of me had been quite dramatic, and made me look very beautiful, and that led to more comments from my friends that I should try modeling.

In the end, I found an on-line announcement of an open photography session being put on by one of the local fashion photographers. The session was being offered so that current and aspiring models could get new portfolio shots, and head shots for tear sheets and résumés. The cost was fairly reasonable, so on a whim I decided to sign up for it.

I got an e-mail with suggestions on how to dress, how to do my make-up and hair, and what kind of clothes to bring with me, including a couple of changes so I could get different styles of photo. One of the suggestions was a bikini, which made me a little worried. I had never seen myself wearing a bikini for photographs. I was, after all, forty years old, a mother, and not some dewy-eyed eighteen year-old. I had kept myself in good shape through hours at the gym and a lot of running, but I still had forty years of wear on my body. My legs were one of my best assets, and I had been told I had a really good ass, but my breasts were quite small. For modeling they might be okay, but they didn't help when it came to attracting men.

As I watched the parade of gorgeous girls go by, and saw the number of times the flash went off from the studio in the next room, I was getting more and more convinced that this had been a really bad idea. I was seconds away from picking up my suitcase, forfeiting the money I had paid, and walking out the door.

Without warning, someone dropped to their knees in front of me. Warm hands cupped my knees and I stared into deep blue eyes under a wild tangle of unnaturally red hair; it was obviously not a colour that existed in nature, but on this girl's beautiful face it was a perfect fit. "So, you're here for the shoot?" I nodded, not quite capable of speech given the shock of her appearance in front of me.

"Great!" Eyes scanned me up and down. "This what you're wearing?" Another nod. "Okay, let's see what we've got." 'This' was a dress that buttoned all the way down. It was fairly tight, and showed the shape of my body fairly well. It was also somewhat short, since it only came to mid-thigh.

"I think we need to undo some more buttons...let a bit more of you show through. Are you wearing a bra?"

"N-No." I finally found my voice as I shook my head.

Her next move surprised me as she simply started undoing the upper buttons of my dress, finally stopping when it was opened to at least the level of my nipples. She pulled the sides open a little, watching my cleavage, such as it was. My shock increased when she slipped a hand in the opening and found my nipple on that side. She squeezed it for a moment, then rolled it a bit. When it was fully erect and very hard, she did the same with the other one, then withdrew her hands and smoothed the front of my dress over my breasts. When she could see the tents my nipples were making, she smiled and muttered, "That's better."

The buttons at the bottom of my dress were next. When she stopped, I was sure she could discern the colour of my panties. "What kind of panties are you wearing? A thong, bikinis?"

"B-bikinis."

"Lift up. They'll leave marks. Either wear a very small thong, or go without." Without even realizing what I was doing, I had raised my hips while she spoke, and I felt my panties sliding down my thighs. She dropped them on my suitcase, then put her hands back on my knees and eased my legs apart. I didn't feel the hand going between them until her fingers touched my pussy, pressing in to split my labia, seeking out my clit. Her thumb swept over my shaved mound, and I saw a hint of a smile cross her lips.

When her middle finger found my clit she started rubbing the tip of my little man, and I flinched at the initial contact. Her eyes locked back on mine, and she could see the fear I was undoubtedly feeling, along with the arousal that made me moan just then.

"When I shoot you, I want you to be hot, and aroused, and wet. I want you to think about my hands on your body. I want you to long for that feeling. I want you to call to me through the camera. I want you to want me, to want me to fuck you and make you come, screaming your way into an orgasm."

I had never been with another woman in my life, not even for a little friendly masturbation as a teenager, yet this beautiful person was making me so turned on that I was ready to undo the rest of my buttons and offer myself to her right now. "I...I'm not gay..."

She smiled, beaming at me. I wasn't sure if it was a predatory look. "That's okay. I am, and for today only one of us needs to be. You're going to try to seduce me while I shoot you. Maybe later we'll try some other photos, after you finish the seduction. By the way, my name's Tina."

I smiled at the similarity of our names. "Mine is Nina."

She stood up and smiled at me again. "Relax. I think you're going to work out perfectly. Someone will be out to get you in a few minutes." She strode off to the studio room, leaving me as suddenly as she had appeared.

I was a storm of emotions, oscillating between being incredibly aroused and intrigued, and incredibly scared and ready to flee. I was looking around wildly when one of the assistants appeared before me and helped me to my feet, then grabbed my suitcase and led me away. My panties were still draped over the suitcase, but she didn't say anything about them.

In the studio I was positioned in front of a backdrop, in the midst of a collection of lights and umbrellas and softboxes. Tina appeared before me, about eight feet away, and started firing instructions at me as assistants did last-minute things to my hair, and straightened out any wrinkles in my dress.

Tina started shooting, posing me in various ways, getting me to look in one direction or another, smile or not smile, hands on my hips, hands in my hair, hands behind me, knees bent, one leg kicked out or striding forward. She was firing commands at me as often as the flashes were going off. Each time they went off they made a loud popping noise and the room filled with light.

I had no idea how long this went on, but suddenly she paused and loudly said, "Where's Eric?" I looked to my left as a blond Viking stepped up to me. He was wearing a tuxedo, but the tie was undone and hanging over his unbuttoned shirt, and he had the jacket slung over his right shoulder. He had a two-day growth of beard on his chin, and I was ready to have all of his children; I felt a strong pulse of something go through my lower abdomen when I felt him step behind me, so close that we were touching.

Tina brought the camera back up to her eye at the same time as she said, "Okay Eric, hold her." As she started shooting, his left arm came up to wrap around me, but his hand went right in the unbuttoned top of my dress and continued until I felt it close firmly on my right breast. He used the grip to pull me into his body, and opened his fingers just enough to allow my nipple to slip between two of them. When he brought the fingers back together, my nipple got squeezed hard and I opened my mouth to say something.

I heard Tina yelling, "Perfect...just like that," and I realized that the shocked expression on my face was what she wanted. Eric started massaging my breast as he worked on my nipple, and I felt another twinge in my pussy; I wondered if she would shoot me while I massaged his cock, or just draped my naked body over his.

After a couple of more shots, Tina yelled, "Susan, get in there." A girl who looked sixteen but was probably in her twenties stepped into the shot and went to one knee by my right leg. Her left arm reached up to hold the back of my thigh, under my dress and very close to my ass. Her right arm swept the flap of my dress toward her, exposing my entire leg.

She must have pulled it too far, as Tina said, "Not so wide. We're getting out of PG territory." Susan moved my dress back a little, and I realized that she had probably opened it far enough to allow the lower parts of my bare pussy to show in the photos. I felt her right hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, and knew that if she went much higher we would once again be out of PG territory.

Tina took another series of photos as Eric and Susan kept their hands on my body, sometimes with one of my hands covering theirs. All I knew was that my breast and my leg were both getting thoroughly massaged, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. For a few of the shots my left hand was on Eric's hip; what I really wanted to do was to move it behind me so I could massage his muscle the way he was doing to my breast.

Tina called for a quick break while she changed some of the lights. Looking at Eric and Susan, she said, "Keep her warm, but don't push it." This must have been some kind of signal, for Eric started playing with my breast a little harder, and I felt Susan's hand go all the way up my leg until her fingers began sliding over my wet labia. A few seconds later two of those fingers went right into my pussy, and my hips canted forward on their own.

Eric actually took his hand out of my dress and took hold of my left hand, pulling it behind my hip. As he pressed the hand to the front of his pants, I could feel his large cock through them. He closed my fingers around his muscle and helped me to hold it. "Go ahead," he whispered in my ear, "I know you want to feel it. You can play with it all you want, but you can't take it out yet." I felt it growing under my hand, and was having a hard time believing how big it seemed. I wanted it naked, and throbbing, and I wanted to feel it inside me.

My grip tightened on it when Susan put her thumb on my clit, and again when Eric breathed into my ear, "Imagine yourself on your knees sucking it deeply into your mouth. Imagine how it will feel when I slip it into your hot pussy. Maybe Susan can help too; maybe she can rub your little clit while I fuck you deeper than anyone has ever gone before." I started moaning and swaying as he spoke and I gripped his cock in my fist while Susan kept stroking fingers in my pussy and rubbing a thumb over my clit.

Just then Tina re-appeared in front of us, looking us over critically, then staring into my eyes as our little tableau continued. No one stopped what they were doing; I should have felt ashamed, but for some reason I didn't. I only knew that I wanted to come, and I didn't really think that I cared about the number of people who might be watching when I did.

She leaned in close to my face, locking my eyes with hers. "You want to come, don't you? You want Eric to fuck you hard, and you want Susan to lick your little pussy to get you ready. You're ready to let the two of them have you right now, aren't you?"

My mind was a fog of arousal and I couldn't think about what she was saying, or what I was doing. Yes, I wanted to come. Yes, I wanted to feel Eric fucking me; I wanted that huge cock, even though I had never seen it. I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to hold on to the last shred of what I had been before Tina put me under her spell. In the end, I just lowered my head and whimpered, "Yes. Yes, I want to come. Yes, I want to fuck Eric."

She put a finger under my chin, and lifted my head so our eyes met again. "Soon, baby. Soon. Not yet." She spun away from me, and took a camera from one of her assistants, then swung to face us, once again firing orders in rapid-fire style.

"Undo the rest of the buttons. Susan, get your fingers out of her pussy and dry them off." An assistant brought a towel to Susan at the same time that I felt Eric undoing the remaining buttons on my dress. "Nina, hands behind your back. Eric, hold the dress wide open." I was now fully exposed to everyone in the studio as Tina started shooting again. She only took a few shots of my full nudity before she barked more orders. "Susan, cover her pussy. Eric, do the same for her tits."

Susan moved one hand to splay widely over my pussy, blocking it from view, but my engorged clit was rubbing against her palm, and she moved the hand just enough to keep me fully aroused. Eric folded my dress behind me, then wrapped his arms around to cover each of my breasts with his hands, taking the opportunity to massage both of them. We held this pose through a few more shots, then Tina had Eric remove my dress completely.

A few more shots and Tina called for several new people to come to the set. Eric and Susan left, although not before Susan took one last opportunity to rub my pussy. As they moved off, I saw Susan reach over to rub the front of Eric's pants, and I wondered if she were going to be the lucky one who got to deal with Eric's obvious need.

Two new women joined me. They were both completely naked, while I was only wearing my heels at this point. A moment later, an ebony version of Eric walked over. He was layer upon layer of muscle, and was wearing only the tiniest little bathing suit; it barely contained his cock, which even at rest looked bigger than Eric's. He was covered in a coat of oil making his skin gleam under the lights, and I could imagine myself sliding up and down his body, repeatedly impaling myself on his cock.

Tina started sorting out the pose she was after. The naked women each stood beside me, at right angles to my body. They pressed in close and arranged themselves so that their nipples were not visible, nor were their pubic regions; my body provided the cover they needed. They each took one of my breasts in a hand, covering it from view, but of course that didn't mean that they didn't play with it; each breast, and its attached nipple, were getting a thorough massage. Each of the other hands had a cheek of my rear in it, also getting a thorough massage.

In the meantime, the black god, whose name was Dave, knelt behind me and put a massive hand between my legs, then up to cup my entire vulva and cover my mound. His fingers splayed widely over my lower abdomen, and I imagined that the contrast between his black fingers and my white belly probably made for an interesting image. He was probably strong enough to lift me off the ground by just my pussy; an image of me submitting to him went through my mind, and I moaned involuntarily.

Tina was shooting continuously, moving around the four of us, watching carefully to make sure that all of the 'naughty bits' stayed covered in each frame.

When she paused in her shooting, and looked over to once again say, "Keep her warm," I knew that I was about to be molested again, tortured to the point of an orgasm, but not over the edge into one. Before anyone did anything, I was moaning, this time out of the frustration that I was sure was about to come.

Sure enough, each of the girls uncovered my breasts, but then cupped each one as they bent their heads to suck on my nipples, lightly chewing them with their teeth, then squeezing the tissue of my breasts with their hands. Their other hands started pulling on the cheeks of my ass, and I felt fingers in my cleft, starting to reach for my anal opening. Dave pulled his hand back between my legs, but then curved his middle finger and pushed slowly forward again, impaling me on the finger. As it slid all the way into my vagina, I cried out; his finger was filling me more than some cocks I had experienced.

Between what the massive black man was doing to my pussy, and what the two girls were doing to my breasts and my ass, I was going crazy with desire. I had no idea what Tina had in mind for me, but I knew that I was ready to agree to almost anything just to end this torment.

When she returned everyone stepped back from me, leaving me quivering with the need for an orgasm. She sent the two girls off the set, and then positioned Dave in the middle of the space. She had him stand with his legs spread widely, then she told me to drape myself over one side of him, with one arm in front and one arm behind, and one leg wrapped around his massive thigh.

She photographed the two of us in this position a few times, then had me put my forward arm on his chest with my hand flat, fingers spread. As she continued to shoot, she kept telling me to move my hand lower and lower. Ultimately, it reached the waistband of his bathing suit. She lowered the camera and looked at me. "Go ahead, Nina. You know you want to. You've wanted to since Dave first walked out here. Slip your hand into his suit. Wrap your fingers around that magnificent cock. Let him know how much you want it. If you do a good job with your hand, maybe he'll let you have it."

She had me, and she knew it. I was desperate for something, anything. My hand was an inch away from his cock, and I just gave myself over to her demands. My fingertips slid under the edge of the waistband, and the rest of my hand followed slowly. I could feel the skin of his shaft, and my hand just naturally followed the curve of the thick tube, filling my grip with its magnificence.

"Do you want that cock, Nina? Do you want to worship that cock? Do you want to suck that cock? Do you want to feel that cock slide into your pussy? Is that what you want, Nina?"

The feel of it in my hand, after hours of being teased, knowing that it was so close that I could simply bend over and skewer myself on it was just too much for me to handle, and I yelled, "Yes. Yes, damn it. You bitch, you know I want it. Give it to me."

She laughed. I thought it was a particularly cruel laugh, and I looked at her with a fierce expression on my face. "Soon, Nina. Soon you can fuck yourself silly with that cock, but there's something more you have to do for me first. I need to take a few more pictures of you."

"Haven't you taken enough pictures already? I can't use most of them in my portfolio."

"Oh, actually you can. None of the shots are pornographic; they're all rather artistic. You look really good in them."

"But...but I'm naked in them."

"Yes, but nothing is visible—a bare arm, a bare leg, that's about it. Now, for the pictures I need to take, for those you will be visible. The client will pay a lot of money for them, but you'll be naked."

"I-I don't know if I can do that. People might see them."

"Yes, maybe. But think of this—you'll get to fuck that wonderful cock you're holding. You'll get to have all kinds of wonderful sex. The payment is a few photos of your body."

I hadn't realized that I was still holding Dave's cock, nor that I was rubbing and squeezing it while Tina spoke. I could feel it hardening in my grasp and I wanted nothing more than to have it in front of me, bare and angry and ready to do wonderful things to my body.

I was standing there, daydreaming about how good that cock might make me feel when Tina sharply said, "On your knees, Nina. Dave, move up closer to her." I didn't realize that I had done as she asked, but suddenly that magnificent bulge was right in front of my face. I heard Tina barking orders again, and knew the flashes were popping again, but I was still in a sexual fog as I followed her directions and started pulling his suit down the tree trunks of his thighs.

His third tree trunk popped into view, bobbing in front of my face, and I gasped, then licked my lips when I saw it for the first time. There was a drop of moisture at its head, and I was sure I could taste it in my mouth as soon as I saw it. I dragged his suit to his feet and he stepped out of it, then spread his legs wide apart. My eyes had never left the tip of his cock; from the number of photos that Tina had been taking, that seemed to be the reaction she had wanted.




The Model



"Okay Nina, now you get to taste it. Do a good job, and we'll get some nice pictures, and then Dave will give you a present before he fucks you blind."

I wasn't sure what she meant by 'a present' since the only present I could think of was getting fucked by that massive pole. Before I could clear my head enough to ask, Dave had stepped up closer and placed the tip of that cock at my lips, smearing the drop of moisture on my lower lip. I automatically opened my mouth to lick my lips, and he pulled my head forward so that the head of his cock suddenly filled my mouth.

I had never been much of a cocksucker in high school and college. I didn't like the way that I thought it demeaned me, and I hated the taste of cum, so I never did it for other than foreplay. For some reason, this time I wanted to do it. I wanted to suck this cock, I wanted to take it as deeply into me as I could, I wanted to taste all of its outpouring, and I wanted to swallow everything it gave me.

Dave kept one hand on my head, but it wasn't necessary as I licked the head of his cock all over to lubricate it and then drove my face forward until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I barely paused before I pushed even harder, and I felt his cock slip into my throat. When my nose hit his pubic hair I heard him yell above me, and I would have smiled if my mouth hadn't been fully stuffed.

As I pulled back, slowly, I felt him take his hand off my head and thrust his pelvis forward. When I reached the end, I worked the tip of his cock with my tongue, and even my teeth, making him feel as much sensation as I could before I drove forward again, impaling myself all the way on his muscle. Between the two of us we started setting up a fucking motion, letting him ram his meat into me faster and faster.

No one could have taken much of that, and Dave was no exception. A few minutes later his hands returned to my head, and this time he pulled me right off his cock when I had reached the tip. "Open your mouth!" he yelled, and I had no sooner complied when I felt a hot stream of cum stripe my face from the bridge of my nose to my chin, coating my tongue along the way. He was grunting loudly as he sprayed shot after shot onto my face, and into my mouth. I could see the streams leaving the tip of his cock, then feel them splattering on me, and the sensation nearly made me come myself.

I saw movement in the corner of one eye, and realized that Tina was less than two feet away from me, firing frame after frame as she captured me in this most disgusting state. My hair was all over the place, Dave's cum was running down my face, and I knew my makeup was ruined to the point that I likely looked like a scarecrow. None of that seemed to bother Tina as she just kept hitting the shutter button and the flashes kept popping all around me.

Before I could even move my hands to wipe the cum from my face, I felt Dave lift me up and drape me over the back of an armchair. The next thing I felt was a massive pressure at my pussy and his hands on my hips, and I realized that he was still very hard and was preparing to fuck me...'blind' as Tina had put it.

Fortunately for me, Dave wasn't just trying to ram that thing into me, but even so it felt like he was stretching me beyond anything I had ever felt before. I was so wet that his attempt wasn't hurting, but getting stuffed like that still felt very strange. I was moaning low in my throat as he kept pushing forward, and I knew I wanted this, but I was afraid that he would hurt me when it was all the way in.

Just as I felt him bump something inside me, I felt his thighs against my ass, and discovered that we were a perfect fit for each other—his cock precisely filled my pussy. He seemed happy about this discovery, as I heard him grunt, and then start to withdraw slowly. I could feel the walls of my channel being pulled by his girth, and it felt like something was leaving me very empty as he withdrew.

Before I had time to feel much more, he was on his way back, driving that monster back into me, trying to once again fill me up completely. His stomach banged against me when he did, and he grunted once again. His next out and back strokes were delivered a lot faster than the first ones, and I started grunting along with him, although I was throwing in a few directions to him at the same time. I wasn't making much sense, but then yelling, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over again doesn't require a lot of thinking.

At least he followed my instructions, pounding my little pussy harder and harder. I came for the first time after about three strokes, and I came again about half a dozen strokes after that. That seemed to set the pattern for our session; he was a relentless pile driver, and I was an orgasm machine. I was flopping around like a wet rag, and his belly was slapping against my ass. Every little while, I would lift my head and yell out another orgasm, and he would simply keep fucking me.

I had reached the point of wanting to take Dave home and lock him in a cage when he suddenly stiffened and drove into me very hard, grabbing my hips in a death grip. When he yelled loudly behind me, I realized that I could feel his cock twitching deep inside me as he came. I could actually feel each of his spurts in my pussy, and gave my own little yells in response.

When he was finished, he stood there holding me in place for a minute as I flopped over the back of the chair. He slowly pulled back from me, and I was amazed to feel that he hadn't gone completely soft. I straightened up, and turned to face him, but before I could hug him, or kiss him, his massive hands came down on the tops of my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. His dripping, slimy cock came into my field of view as I reached the floor, and I felt a hand on the back of my head once more, pulling me toward his cock.

As much as I should have been disgusted, and felt used, I realized that I wanted to do this. It was my place to be on my knees, cleaning his weapon after it had used my body. This was my place—to submit to his will, or to the will of his women, although none of them had demanded anything of me yet, other than to service their man.

I sucked him all the way into my throat again, but this time I used my tongue to remove all traces of what we had done, and to savour the combination of our juices on his muscle. I wondered if I should make him hard again, and convince him to fuck my throat once more, but he pulled back after another minute, then spun on his heel and walked away.

A flash went off one more time, probably catching the dejected look on my face after the owner of my body had left me. I looked up from my knees and saw Tina smiling. "I'll send you the pictures after I finish editing them, and after I hear back from my clients for the special shots. I think you'll do well in this part of the business. The money's good, and you seem to be a natural at it."

"A...a natural?" I croaked.

"Yep. You suck cock like no one I've ever seen—no one can deep throat Dave, but you did it on the first try. And you look really good with cum running down your face. I can't wait to see what the shots look like."

"I...I don't know..."

"I know this wasn't what you were expecting, but I could see it the first time I looked at you. You're a natural exhibitionist, and you're submissive. Together, those are a goldmine for a photographer like me. I can create beautiful art with you, and your other talents make you perfect for the more hard core aspects of this business."

"But...I feel..."

"I know—you feel used, and right now that's not untrue. I did use you, but I didn't force you into anything. I told you to do things, but you could have refused. Instead, you ended up with cum all over your face. And getting your pussy stuffed full, but you can't tell me you didn't enjoy at least some of it. You were coming like a house on fire when Dave was fucking you."

I had to agree with some of what she said. I didn't like being painted in cum, but I had thoroughly enjoyed the way Dave had fucked me. I still wanted to take him home and keep him to replace the vibrator in my nightstand.

Before I could say anything more, Tina said, "Wait until you see the photos. Don't do it for the money, although the amount will likely blow your mind. Once you see the photos, if they don't turn you on, or at least make you feel good about yourself, then walk away. I'm betting you'll decide you want to do more, if for no other reason than you might get to do a scene with Dave again."

I decided to take her at her word, and left after I cleaned up a little and put my dress back on.

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A few days after the photo session I got an e-mail from Tina thanking me for modelling for her. The e-mail included a link to a secured web site where I could log in to view and download the photos she had taken that day. Her e-mail brought back a flood of emotions, not the least of which was fear at what I might see. I had been doing my best to try and block out a lot of what had happened that day, and now it all just came screaming back.

I was afraid to look at the photos, expecting to see my debasement, my total humiliation at being made to perform like a...a...a whore, all for an orgasm, all to feed desires that I hadn't even known existed. But then the memory of how wonderful that cock had felt inside me came flooding back, even after I had sucked it until he had sprayed cum all over my face. I had let that cock into me until I screamed, and he had tossed me around like a rag doll while I was skewered by that piece of meat.

Incredibly, just thinking about that afternoon was making me wet and was making me want to feel that cock again. I knew if I went back that I would be humiliated by the whole experience again, by being made to have sex while Tina photographed every part of the process.

And Tina...what did she get out of this, other than money? I knew she had sold these photographs, pictures that I still hadn't been able to bring myself to look at. Did she get gratification just from watching me, or was it something else? She had said she was gay, but other than a few touches before the session she had not come near me. Would that change if I went back again? Would I have to have sex with her before she would let Dave use me again?

As my thoughts cleared a little, I realized that I was still staring at my computer screen, at her opened e-mail. My finger hovered over the button on the mouse as my brain tried to force it to click on the link, to open the collection of scathing, nasty images that awaited me. I didn't think I had moved, but suddenly the site opened and I was staring at a picture of me with two other models. Dave wasn't visible, except for the black hand that covered my entire vulva. I was completely naked, but also covered so that neither my breasts nor my crotch were visible. The photograph was amazing for its sexuality, its emotion, and for how beautiful we all looked in it. Tina had caught some aspect of my personality that came through in the shot, and I was mesmerized by what I saw.

Shot after shot was like that; the early pictures with Eric were almost funny for the expressions on my face as he played with my breast and my nipple, even while I was still completely dressed. Even the photo in which he held my dress wide open, completely exposing me, seemed to be almost done for comedic rather than sexual effect. I realized that Tina was a true artist in the way that she captured the moments, conveying the emotions and the electricity that had passed among the models.

Then I came to the photos that I had been dreading. The first one showed me on my knees, my hands crossed behind my back, my mouth slightly open and less than a half-inch away from the head of Dave's cock. My eyes were raised to meet his as he stood before me, and it was obvious that I was seeking his permission to begin sucking his cock, paying homage to that magnificent thing before me. I was the very epitome of a sexual submissive, wanting only to please my master, wanting nothing more than to service him and have him use me for whatever purpose he desired.

The photos that followed showed me doing just that: sucking him deeply into my mouth, sucking and licking his massive balls, and even letting him hold my head while he fucked his way into and back from my throat.

Tina had even caught him at the exact moment when he started coming. In one shot there was a stream of cum spraying out of his cock toward my face, but nothing on me as yet. In the photo I had my eyes wide open, staring at the end of his magnificent cock, my mouth open expectantly to catch what he was about to give me.

The photos after that were nothing but raw pornography. In the next few, I had streams of cum striped over my face and into my hair. In one I was even trying to lick the cum that was oozing over my cheeks toward my lips, trying to taste what he had sprayed all over my face.

I remembered that even after that incredible orgasm, Dave had stayed hard. He had picked me up and flipped me over, then draped me over an armchair on the set. His giant cock had nearly split me as he eased it into my soaking pussy. He had actually been gentle, but he was so big that I needed time to stretch and adjust, and he didn't give me much of that.

When he started to piston that log into and back out of me, I had started coming within two or three strokes, and I yelled my way through an orgasm after about every half-dozen strokes after that. I was positive that he had fucked me for hours, although I knew it couldn't have been that long.

And Tina had captured every moment of me being used as Dave's fuck toy, right down to the final degrading act of me cleaning our combined juices off of his half-hard cock. I could even see the main part of his ejaculation as it dripped from my splayed pussy, visible at the bottom of the photo. As soon as I saw it, I hated that photo. I wanted nothing more than to delete it from my computer, and to wipe away every copy of it, wherever it might be stored.

As I stared at it on my screen, emotions running ragged and raw, I realized that my pussy was wet. I flipped back thought the rest of the photos to see which ones had affected me that way, and I soon realized that it was only the pictures that showed me being degraded in some way. Seeing come on my face, opening my mouth to receive his cock, or kneeling before him to clean him after he had used me—all of these sent a pulse through my pussy.

The third time I saw the final photo I found that my fingers had slipped into my panties, and I was furiously rubbing my clit. I had a screaming orgasm as I stared at that photo, remembering what had put me in that state, and I knew that I needed to feel that way again.

When I had recovered, I licked my fingers clean, relishing my taste but missing his. I clicked on 'Reply' in my e-mail program, and typed a short message back to Tina, thanking her for the photos. I finished with a question—"When's our next session?"

— The End —



The Model



Finally she decided to chance it. She dialed the number, fearfully. She wouldn't explore this over the phone - she decided that she would go in person. Right now she only needed to find out if they would do the kind of work she needed - she would make a visit. The telephone answered, she inquired only as to their hours of business. They were open. "I need to have some photographs made, rather special ones - I'd like to come by to discuss it and perhaps make an appointment. Could I stop by and talk to someone in an hour or so?"

"Certainly. I'll be here, and I'm the only someone who'll be here. What kind of photos do you need?" a male voice cheerily asked.

"I need some portraits, a group, all the same model. I'd like to discuss it in person, please." 

"Well, come on in. We do lots of kinds of portraits. I can show you samples."

She agreed, and hung up. Her heart was racing. She had made the first step. There was no turning back. She had to make this work, because she couldn't bear the idea of going through this with yet another shop. She dressed in a conservative business suit, checked her appearance, and set off in her car.

Granger Photo was about ten miles from her home, a safe distance, she thought. It took her close to an hour to get there, with traffic and looking for the address. Finally she found it. The shop was a small one, located in a strip mall. The businesses adjoining were non threatening, a laundromat, a small dress shop, a hardware store, a small restaurant. It looked safe.

She parked and went to the shop. Nervously, she hesitated in front of it. There were sample photos in the window - she studied them. Some were small, passport picture types. Some were of weddings, some of family groups. But what caught her eye were several showing young women in artistic poses. One was dressed in a flowing gown, as she reclined on overstuffed cushions. One was in a swimsuit, but one - the one that especially attracted her attention, showed the model sitting apparently unclad on a bench, the view being from the back and showing her looking around over her bare shoulder. The thought hit her - they have done nudes!

Very nervously, hesitatingly, she looked in the shop. A man, apparently a customer, seemed to be completing a transaction. She stood, just inside the door of the shop, and waited. Behind the counter was a man, perhaps thirty five or forty, in a casual shirt. He called to her, "Can I help you, please?"

"No, not yet, please. Just finish your business. I'll wait." Fran tried to appear nonchalant. The customer seemed to be discussing some reprints, and the discussion took a a few minutes. Fran waited, nervously. Finally the customer finished and headed for the door. The man behind the counter turned to her. "Now, what can we do for you?" he began, cordially. Fran kept her silence as she watched the customer exit the shop. Only then did she respond.

"I need a set of photographs. Of a woman - I want them to be, well, a bit artistic, and they will need to be done outdoors."

"Fine. Would that be of, perhaps, your daughter?" He smiled at her. "Not exactly", Fran replied. "But show me what kind of work you can do."

"I'm Bob Granger, and I've done lots of portraits, inside and outside. Here, let me show you a few-"

Bob produced a stack of photos from under the counter. He began to explain different options for different occasions. He went into prices, options on sizes of prints, and other details. Fran listened, but really without hearing much of what he said. She was waiting for him to get to the one detail that concerned her most.

"Where do you want them made? Is it a home, or a party, or where? We've done all kinds of locations." Fran thought, and stammered a bit. "We - we want them all done in the same place, an outdoor setting. Somewhere with trees and grass, but no houses or buildings. We haven't quite settled the location, but we have some ideas."

Bob seemed a little puzzled. "Is there a special occasion? A birthday, or a wedding? Something you need them for?"

"They are for a very special use - to be used in an artistic exhibit, I hope. We want the model posed artistically, outdoors, and we're looking for a place."

Bob shrugged, and went on. Fran realized she was stretching the truth a bit, but she was not quite ready to be specific. She added, "The model will pose for a number of photos, and we will want different poses and from different angles. We will want her to be shown in some active poses, too; doing some special things - things she usually does.." Fran was treading into sensitive territory, and she was getting more embarrassed.

"You say artistic poses - do you want shots in evening gowns, or swimsuit shots, or in some special attire? We can do whatever you want. You will have to tell me where, though, when you decide."

The moment of truth, well, at least half truth, was fast approaching. Fran lowered her voice and leaned just a bit forward. "Do you photograph nudes?" she asked, her voice shaking a bit.

Bob drew back and smiled. "Yes, if your model will pose nude, we can do the pictures. I take it you want a set of artistic nudes posed outdoors, but you haven't located a suitable place."

"I guess so", Fran answered. Bob proceeded to get out a city map and suggested several possible sites. Now Fran was intensely interested. Having got past the critical question, she found the discussion easier. She noted the proposed sites, and indicated she would check them out.

"Now, about the activities. Do you an idea what she is to be posed doing?"

"I will go over that with her," Fran replied. "We want some where will be posed still, but some where she will be engaged in things she regularly does. Does it matter right now?" 

"No, except if it is something unusual, like standing on a horse, I might need some special equipment to get it from the right angle." 

"It will be nothing like that", Fran answered. "The activities will be done at a normal sitting or standing position, or at least that height - but we may want some close-ups of some of the action. We'll explain later!" Fran wanted to get off the subject.

Finally they agreed on a package. She was to confirm the exact site within a day or two, but they made an appointment to be at the chosen place at two in the afternoon a few days hence. She made a deposit for the contract.

"Can't wait to meet your model - this will be an interesting session, I'm sure. You're going to be there, as the chaperon?" "Yes, indeed, I'll be there!" Fran continued, "chaperon or something like that!" 

The next day, Fran carefully looked over the locations Bob had proposed. Two she discarded as too close to her home. Two, in forest or park areas in the outlying areas, seemed possible. In the late afternoon she drove to each, to check them out.

One was a forested area, part of a park area, on a little used road passing through a suburban, mostly residential area. As she arrived at the suggested site, she found an unpaved road turning off into the small wooded area. She drove down it a bit, then parked and walked a short distance into the woods. Not far ahead was a small clearing, lit well even in the fading afternoon sun, but screened from all roads. No houses or other signs of civilization were visible. She decided this was the place.

Now it remained only to call Bob and confirm the site. Once this was done, she could breathe a bit easier. No, she was not ready; but the details were arranged. Even the model, though Bob was not aware of it.

Chapter 4

Fran drove, rather nervously and reluctantly, toward her destination. She dreaded the thought of what was coming, but determined to go through with she had arranged. In her car she carried only her purse and two large, two liter bottles of soft drink. She had brought the drinks in case they were needed to complete her mission. As she drove, she began to wonder if they would enough. She had no idea.

She noted the time - nearly one thirty, as she approached the expressway exit she intended to take. On leaving the house she had felt a bit bloated, but now that feeling was subsiding, as the liquid contents of her stomach were gradually absorbed. She was not thirsty, she knew. Another sensation was beginning to draw her attention, though. Although she had relieved herself just before leaving her home, she was now aware of a fullness in her bladder; the result, she knew, of the rather considerable amount of liquid she had consumed. She wondered just how much distress she would be able to tolerate in that area. Oh! An exclamation escaped her - in her concentration on her internal feelings, she had failed to take the proper exit; now she was forced to drive to the next exit and backtrack. Lost time she didn't need! She cursed herself mentally, as she recognized the discomfort that lost time was going to cause her.

Finally she was on the road to her park land appointment. Five minutes to two - she was a bit behind schedule. What would Bob think? Would he be on time? She rehearsed to herself how she was going to explain the scenario she had created. All of her skills in diplomacy were going to be tested, as she prepared for what she would need to say.

At long last she was there. She pulled off onto the side road, looking for the designated spot. Ahead, about where she had judged the location to be, a gray van had pulled off the side of the road. For a moment her heart jumped - suppose someone else was there? How could she go through with this if anyone else were in the area? Then, suppose Bob brought an assistant with him? Could she handle that?

Nervous, almost shaking, she parked near the van. A man stood beside it, apparently waiting. He wore a colorful shirt and jeans - casual attire suited to the area, she thought. She recognized him as Bob, the photographer. Would there be anyone else?

Fran got out of her car and approached Bob. She felt very uncomfortable, not just from the stress of what she was about to do, but because her bladder was quite uncomfortably full. "Good afternoon, Bob," she began, trying to seem cheerful and nonchalant.

Bob responded with formal warmth, but his eyes were going to her car, obviously looking for another occupant.

"Are you ready? This is the place we selected," she went on, her voice belying her assumed nonchalance. 

"Are we ready? I'm ready. Where's your model?" Bob inquired, a bit brusquely.

The moment of truth had arrived, and Fran was ill prepared.

She blurted it out directly. "The model is here - I, I'm the model!" She stopped abruptly, standing in front of him.

Bob stared in complete astonishment. "You told me you wanted some nude photos of a female model, and that you would bring her! What are you telling me? Did she back out or change her mind? I don't quite understand!"

Fran drew a long breath. She was now starting to sweat, and she was as nervous as she had ever been. There was nothing to do but come out with the truth.

"Bob, I'm sorry - I guess I did mislead you. This is very hard for me to say, but I am the model - there never was another one. And, yes, I do want the photos, as we agreed. I owe you an apology. I suppose, we really I thought, you might not do the pictures if I told you it was me. You would think a gray haired lady posing for nude pictures would be ridiculous - I wouldn't blame you! But I do want them, and I do hope you'll go through with it. I'm very sorry; but, it's very hard for me, too!"

Bob surveyed the woman in front of him. Here was a nicely groomed lady of mature years, wearing a conservative dress, standing in an isolated wooded area, saying she wants to be photographed in the nude. He looked her over - she wore little make-up, her legs were bare, and while her dress was in good conservative taste, she hardly looked like a model. He judged her to be around a hundred fifty pounds, perhaps a bit taller than average; but her demeanor was pure nerves. Her voice was trembling, and she was pale and visibly uncomfortable, twisting and moving a bit under his gaze. 

"Mrs. Merryman, have you ever done this before? I mean, have you ever posed for this kind of photography?"

"No. And please call me Fran - I don't want to be formal. No, I've never done it; but I need to-"

"It's none of my business why you want to. You are not the kind of model I usually work with for this type of photography. You're sure you want to do it? Do you know how to pose?"

Fran shook her head. "I know I'm too old for you - you expected a young woman, and I was afraid that you would think photos of a woman my age - well, without clothes - would be silly. I thought you might laugh at me. I've never done this before, never had this kind of photo done- but if you will just help me, I know I can pose. I am frightfully embarrassed about all of this, but I made a promise to get the pictures, and all I want is for you to do the best you can! I know you can't be responsible for the model!"

"Mrs. Merryman - Fran - look, I'm not going to laugh at you. I don't understand this, but I'll make any kind of photos you want. You have to do the posing, but I'll try to give you some suggestions. Do you feel all right? She look very upset!"

Fran was, indeed, fidgeting and squirming. On top of her feelings of humiliation, her bladder was getting painful. She was trying to show as little distress as possible, but she knew that problem was going to get rapidly worse, and she hadn't even explained to him why that was part of the planned scene.

"Bob, I want to get started making the photos. We need to go into place we picked out, and get ready. But I told you I wanted the model to be photographed doing some activities - I've got to explain that, too!"

Bob stood and looked at her with a slightly stunned but patient look. "And the activity is?" he inquired.

Fran steadied herself and flushed. "Peeing - urinating! Some of the pictures are to be of me - relieving myself! I know, I know - that's shocking and shameful- but I need to get pictures that way! I don't know how to pose them; they're supposed to be done in an artistic way - I've no idea how to do it, and I need help! Please try to help me- I drank a lot so I would be able to do it, and now my - well, I'm very full, down there! I need to get started, ...... What can I do?" Her voice trailed off, tears came to her eyes, and Bob could see her trembling.

"Photos of a nude lady peeing artistically? Can't say as I have had that assignment before! Look, Fran, I'll do what I can. I guess you can't wait too long. OK, let me get my stuff and let's go!"

He felt sympathy for this lady, obviously terribly embarrassed but nonetheless his customer. He gathered his camera and other equipment, and the two of them walked through the trees to the spot Fran had earlier selected. The location was absolutely private, with no one and no sign of human habitation in sight. He considered the lighting and shadows, and motioned to a spot he considered suitable. "I think you should to pose there! That should get the best effect, although we may do some in another spot later. You ready to start?"

Fran looked over the location. "Yes, wherever you want me! Should I - get ready, now?" she asked, very nervously. 

"You'll have to - go ahead!" He started checking lighting and his camera settings.

Fran simply nodded, standing near a tree which she felt would be out of camera range. "I'll leave my clothes here - they won't show in the shots, will they?" she inquired, indicating her intentions.

"Fine. Just get yourself ready and move into position. I'll see how we can best pose you."

"You'll have to excuse me. I never did this before, and I hurt real bad, down there, because I'm so full...", she tried to explain, as she began to disrobe.

Fran took off her shoes, and set them on the ground. In bare feet, she began to unbutton her dark blue dress. She turned her back to Bob as she did so. She folded the dress carefully and hung it on a tree branch. She reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere, slipping it off and placing it on the tree also. With a deep breath, she bent over, pulled down her panties, and laid them on top of the dress. Hesitatingly, shaking a bit, she turned to face Bob, covering her breasts with her hands. Her bare body now faced him, only the breasts partly concealed. Her pubic area, with its thick growth of dark hair was exposed to his view. She might have had a bit of a paunch ordinarily, but today she had a noticeable abdominal bulge.

"I think I'm ready - I don't think there's anything left to take off- oh, wait a minute!" She stopped, took off her wrist watch, and hung it on her dress. 

"You were pretty thorough - you don't want shoes or anything on?" he asked her.

"I want the photos nude - that means nothing on. And, please, don't try to hide anything - I want everything to show - I don't expect miracles, but I want to look , well, not beautiful but as graceful as I can! But please hurry - I really can't hold myself much longer!" 

"You'll have to drop the hands, then", Bob indicated. she complied. Her breasts fell noticeably as she removed their support. She felt terribly, terribly, embarrassed and vulnerable.

She moved to the position Bob had earlier indicated. Not quite kinowing what to do, she stood, rather stiffly, hands at her sides. Bob eyed her critically. She was not only stiff, she was visibly shaking. Sweat was visible on her face. It ran down her cheeks. Her breasts hung, unsupported, drooping noticeably, but with both nipples erect and pointing slightly downweard. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her genital area partly hidden by the compression of her legs.

Bob shhok his head. This lady was obviously not an experienced model. "Fran, you need to loosen up a little - you look too stiff! Try to relax!" he called to her.

She tried. It wasn't working. "I'm trying - but, understand, I've never done anything like this before. I never posed without my clothes on - I feel so - well, exposed or whatever - and my bladder hurts so bad, it's about to burst!" She shook her head, tears streaming from her eyes. She had indeed asked for this, but the reality was hard to handle. Never before had she felt so naked and vulnerable, and not in any recent time had she held such a full bladder. The pain in her bottom was getting to be morethan she could handle.

"Fran, try to relax - you look all tensed up! Here - will you let me position you in a better pose? If you do want these pictures, you want to at least look graceful, don't you? Come on, let me help you!"

He moved toward her. She, nervous and sweating profusely, fearfully accepted his gentle touch.

He touched her gently on the arms and shoulder. and positioned her for the first pose; her head thrown back a bit, her legs apart, one hand on her hip, the other raised. He commented to her, "I like it - and, well, everything does show!" His reference was obviously to her exposed breasts and her genital area, both prominently displayed. He reflected that she wasn't really in bad shape, and although her body showed some accumulated flaws, it was still very definitely female and there was a certain aspect of erotic grace evident in her exposed body.

She fidgeted noticeably and he had to tell her, "I realize you're quite uncomfortable, but you need to be still for me to get these. Try to relax!" She still felt tensed, her abdominal muscles clenched as she tried to restrain her overly full bladder.

He made three shots of her, then asked, "Are you ready to go to the next part - the activity?"

"I have to - it's awfully hard for me to hold- to wait much longer. How shall I do it?"

"Do you think you can shoot a stream? I don't know how it's going to look?" 

"I don't know - I never tried to do this. I never did it - not in front of someone - I don't know.." She was puzzled at her own capabilities.




The Model



"Look, I think you need to show me how it's going to appear. I haven't done this thing before, and I don't know how it's going to turn out. Do you think, well, that you'll be able to stop and start again?"

She nodded. "I'll have to - we need to have several pictures of me - well, doing it."

"Then I think you need to make a sort of trial run, so I can figure out how it's going to look. I don't know if you're going to ..." he fumbled for words; ".. whether you're going to sort of drip, or shoot out a stream, or spray, or just what. You need to demonstrate just a little for me, then stop. Could you, well, just spread your legs and do, er, well, just let out a little bit?"

Fran felt flushed with embarrassment. Never had she expected to perform so intimate a function for the camera. Yet she knew his request was in order. She tried - spreading her legs, leaning back just a little, and then tried to let go. She waited. Nothing happened. She tried to relax.

"Are you going to?" Bob asked. "I'm trying - it takes a moment! Gee, it hurts so bad, and then I can't quite let go - just let me.." her voice trailed off, as she tried to relax. 

Bob had his camera focused on her splayed genitals. Suddenly a stream shot out, a bit unsteadily. It split, some running down her legs. She felt it, spread her legs a bit further, and the stream shot out further, extending just a bit in front of her. She let it run just a couple of seconds, then clenched her muscles to stop it. She found stopping it took a real effort.

Bob considered what she had done. This was a new situation to him as well. "Let's try a fountain effect - it may look, well, sort of artistic if you can pull it off." He had her squat, spread her legs as wide as she could manage, then lean back on her arms, her face turned up.

Satisfied with her position, he placed himself looking at her at an angle and from slightly above.

"OK - turn on the waterworks!" he told her.

Fran tried to release her bladder. Gradually her urine discharged, spraying out and up a few inches. The stream was unsteady and went all over her legs and feet. "Sorry I'm so messy!" Fran commented, aware of her untidiness. She stopped the stream, asked if he wanted her to do it again.

He reposed her, lying on her back on the ground, her legs folded back under her, separated a bit. Her breasts separated in this posture, falling a bit to each side. She was acutely aware of their appearance. She tried to release her bladder again. The effect seemed to her even messier, but he caught her in several shots. Bob seemed a bit pleased.

"Can you do more? How's your ammunition supply?" 

Fran smiled, now just a bit more relaxed. "Still holding some - what's next?"

She stood, and he helped her clean her back of the grass and leaves that had clung to her. She flushed a bit, reflecting on the situation of having a man put his hands on her while she was standing nude. She felt a bit better, the discomfort of her overfilled bladder now partly relieved.

He posed her again, and again, in slightly different positions. He had her urinate while standing, legs spread in a position that suggested she was about to lunge forward. This time she felt her bladder empty, and the stream trailed off as he took the second photo of her.

"I think we have you drained! Ready for the other poses, now?" he asked her.

She replied affirmatively. "I think I did run - out of ammunition. Are there other pictures you think I should pose for?"

"Let's get something that emphasizes your breasts - like you leaning over and placing your hands on that stump over there. OK with you?" 

She made a bit of a face. "But they - they're not very firm. They, well, you know, sag! Should I really?"

"You wanted to be posed artfully", Bob reminded her. "Your breasts may not be as firm as some, but with you leaning over, they can hang quite gracefully - I think it would be the kind of artistic pose you wanted!"

Fran complied. She was losing a bit of her embarrassment, and was more willing to display her body in highly exposed positions. He made several shots, then frowned a bit. "You know", he began, "do you think you could get your nipples - well, rather erect? I'd like a shot of them pointing down as you lean over, but, well, they need to be, well, more aroused! They were that way, well, before, but now they've softened. Could you, well, do something?"

Fran flushed a bit. She was feeling quite erotically aroused already, but it wasn't showing in the tips of her breasts. She tried touching them a bit, pulling the nipples out. Finally Bob intervened. "If you would permit it, maybe I could help - if you would allow me to touch them, just enough to excite them a little. No more than just a little--"

"Please - maybe you could do it!" she responded. Bob moved over toward her, and took a nipple in his hand, rubbing it just a bit. She felt the excitement of his touch, and sensed the eager response of her nipple. He touched the other. "Seems to be doing the job!" he commented, then withdrew his hand. He stepped back for the photos, framing her firmly erect nipples in the center of his camera. 

He made a few more photos, then asked if she was satisfied.

"I think", she began, "we might make one more - I mean, my bladder's full again, and I need to urinate. Maybe you could do one more of me doing that- but this time, don't make it too arty- just let me squat in front of you, and you get me as I let it out looking up sat you. You see, that's the way I was once before, and the --- well, the one who will see the pictures, well -- maybe he will remember." She realized she had said more than she intended.

"He? Lucky guy - that's what you want the photos for? You hadn't explained! Well, get in position, and I'll see what I can do. " 

She squatted, but only slightly, spreading her legs for maximum exposure, and looked up at the camera, her breasts hanging as she leaned a bit forward. She released her urine stream as he watched, catching her in the camera's lens.

At length she was finished and stood. She reached for a tissue and dried herself in front of him.

"Fran, I want to tell you, I never before photographed a woman peeing - you did it more gracefully than I could imagine. I hope the photos turn out to your satisfaction. And another item; well, would you tell me how old you are?"

"Sixty two", Fran answered, without hesitation.

"I never thought I would be making nude photos of a woman your age - but, if you don't mind my saying so, it was one of the most enjoyable photo sessions I ever had with, well, with a nude model. You posed beautifully!"

Fran was at once flattered and horribly embarrassed. Posing for nude photos at her age! Even peeing for the camera! She could believe she had done it.

She retrieved her clothes, and began to dress, as Bob gathered his equipment. Seeing no further need for modesty in his presence, she made no attempt to hide herself as she put on her clothes. Finally she was dressed. 

She talked with him a bit as they returned to their vehicles, settling the terms of his services and the times for her to see the proofs. She was about to get in her car, but then she turned suddenly to Bob, and spoke, "I drank a lot of liquid to get ready for this, and now I need to empty my bladder again before I start up - would you stand guard for me?"

Bob, no longer shocked at anything this lady said, simply agreed.

She squatted beside her car, facing him, and hiked up her skirt, lowering her underwear. he released a strong stream. While it was flowing, she shook her head, commenting, "Before today, I never could have done this in front of anyone! But let me tell you - I loved it! Thank you for helping me through it!" She extended one hand to him, still holding her skirt up with the other as her stream continued to flow. He grasped her hand, without a word, amazed at the image of shaking hands with a woman peeing beside a car.

A few days later, Fran appeared at the photo shop. Bob took her into his back room, and showed her the photographs. She blushed as she looked at them. "How could I ever have done this!" she exclaimed. "Look - if anyone ever asks - you don't know me. I wouldn't want anyone to ever know! I can trust you, can't I?"

"My lips are sealed. The pictures are for you and your friend. But it was a great experience!"

Her selection completed, Fran arranged one set of the chosen photos. For a moment she thought about getting one for herself, then thought better of it. "Better not to have them around", she thought to herself, "but I would never have had the nerve to do it!"

A few days later a set of photos was on its way to Marv. In the envelope with them was a note. It read:

"Marv-

I had these made for you. I hope they are what you wanted. They are all me - all of me. I hope you will remember me as you never saw me, as well as the ways you did see me. These are just for you - there are no others. 

There's one that will remind you of that day beside the car - you can spot it.

I was horrified when you asked me for these. But thanks for asking; I would never have had the experience but for your request. Again you gave me one of the most memorable events of my life!

As ever. Fran."



The Model



I read a story recently about an older woman who wanted nude photos of herself taken. As I read, I realized that Fran Merryman was the woman I had photographed a year earlier. 

She left out some parts, so I felt compelled to complete her narration as it actually happened. 

My name is Robert Granger and I operate a small portrait studio on the outskirts of Cleveland. The phone rang one day and the lady that spoke inquired about having photos taken away from the studio. I told her that we could accommodate most requests and asked her to stop in to discuss the particulars. 

A few days later, a lady entered my shop... she seemed nervous. 

She told me she had called a couple of days earlier about having photos taken on location. 

"Oh yes. You must be Fran Merryman"

She relaxed realizing that I had remembered. 

"And you must be Robert Granger"

"Please have a seat Mrs. Merryman and I'll show you some of my work. 

I brought up several albums from behind the counter and opened one. She flipped thru them rather hurriedly until she came to the nudes. 

She turned the pages more slowly. 

"Yes, Mr. Granger... these are more of what I had in mind. "

I then realized that we'd be getting better acquainted, so I suggested that she call me Bob. She replied that I should call her Fran. 

Unlike in Fran's version of this story, she readily told me that the photos would be of her. She wanted them tastefully and artistically done in a wooded setting. 

She was a fine looking woman in her early 50's. Dressed conservatively in a grey woolen skirt, white silk blouse with a matching grey jacket. The skirt came down to her knees, showing off her black nyloned legs. She stood about 5'7", weighing near 150 pounds... a full figured gal and a real looker. Her jacket was open so you could see the outline of her breasts under the blouse. He hips sloped gently away from her waist, which nicely accented her finely rounded ass. 

While I consider myself a professional when it comes to work, I began to fantasize how the session would go... how she would look without any clothes... posing for me outdoors... in the woods... secluded... alone... standing there... 

My penis swelled a little as the picture formed in my mind.... she didn't notice. 

We selected a suitable location and arranged to meet there next Friday at 2:00 P. M. 

Arriving early, I waited for Fran in the small, secluded parking lot. 

Then seeing her car approach, waved... motioning her to pull in next to mine. 

She looked stunning in her dark blue dress, just a touch of grey hair, all illuminated by the filtered midday sun. 

We chose a secluded spot I knew about... I couldn't wait to see her naked. 

But since this would be her first time posing nude and I could see that she was noticeably nervous... so, began chatting about how lucky we were that it had turned out to be such a beautiful day. 

"Bob, I think I should remove my clothes now and let my body breathe. I don't want any undergarment lines showing in the photos. "

Well, maybe not so nervous. 

"Good idea Fran. I'll go get my equipment and be right back. "

I started to leave but turned around as she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her dress... "Fran, are you comfortable with this? We can stop anytime. "

"Oh, don't be silly. This will be fun.... 

For both of us... I hope" Smiling and giving me a wink. 

Oh yes, this sure is going to be fun... 

I thought as I hurried back to the car... eager to return. 

I caught a glimpse of Fran as she neatly folded her clothes and bent over to place them on the ground. 

She was completely nude now and I could see her hairy pussy lips under her fleshy ass. 

This mature, sophisticated, naked lady stood upright and turned gracefully to watch me enter the clearing. Hands at her sides... just standing there... out in the open... sunlight touching her shoulders and breasts... such a lovely sight. 

I didn't even get hard as she took a couple of steps toward me... 

It felt so serene being there with her. 

"Need any help, Bob?"

Back to being a professional photographer. 

I picked up my camera and took several quick shots of Fran... unposed. Then we got down to the business at hand. 

She wanted shots of her peeing, so I asked if she had anything in mind. 

"You're the photographer... you decide what's best, Bob. "

"Okay!"

"Rest your butt on that rock over there. "

"Good. Now spread your legs. "

"More, Fran. "

"Could you... well... stick out your vagina a little farther?"

"Like this, Bob?"

"That's great... anytime you're ready Fran. " 

She moved her arms back behind her, placing her hands on the rock... thrusting out her pussy and let out a stream. 

"Stop. Fran.... I want to get more... but with you squatting"

"Good idea. I drank plenty of fluids, so I'm still nearly full up. "

"Let's go slower this time. Squat over there in the open and let out a little trickle for me. "

She did. 

"Good girl"

"Now more"

She gushed for 10-15 seconds as I snapped away.. 

Then getting back up, walking and swaying her hips... pissing the whole time for another 10 seconds. She got pee all over herself but seemed to enjoy putting on the display. 

She came over to me and I handed her a towel to dry herself off. 

You could tell that she had something on her mind... by the way she walked and took the towel from my hand... something naughty. 

"Oh Bob, why don't you remove some of your clothing... maybe all of them... and make a lady feel comfortable?"

This gal sure had a way about her. What could I do?

Well... I never stripped down so fast in my life. 

My pecker began to harden and rise as I took off the last of my clothes. 

"That's so much better, Bob. "

"Francine, you're a little tease. What are you up to?"

She cast her eyes down and coyly said... "I wanted a little adventure with someone my own age. So after checking around for someone suitable... I chose you. "

"I'm flabbergasted and totally overwhelmed. 

That's very flattering, Francine. 

What do you have in mind?"

"I hope you don't mind... but no sex. 

I'm happily married and would never want to be unfaithful to my husband. But we can still have some fun. "

"How, Francine?"

"I think heavy petting would be in order, Bob"

That does sound like fun... and my cock reached further skyward... thinking... 

""Come sit on my lap, Franny. Be careful not to stick yourself with my thing. "

"Don't worry, I know what to do with that!"

As I was already seated on a bench, she approached and straddled my legs. Sitting just at the edge of my knees... facing me. Those lovely breasts now waiting to be touched. 

She grabbed hold of my penis... which was sticking up between us and gently and slowly began to stroke me. 

I wanted to kiss her on the lips but didn't want to get too familiar. 

Sounds strange, doesn't it?

But the whole situation was quite comfortable and natural. Kind of like in the 60's when we had love ins and summer picnics in the park. 

I played with her nipples, rubbing, rolling them between my fingers... I even sucked on them for a while. 

Fran smiled at me while we played. 

She wanted to make me cum... so she had me stand up and throw out my hips. 

"Now you be good, Bob... I'm going to stroke you good... hard and fast"

I stood there... hips thrust out... my penis big and strong... Fran sliding her hand up and down on it. 

That did it. 

She aimed my penis with a firm, steady grip and shot a load of semen at a tree. 

She continued to stroke me a little longer to get all of my "precious bodily fluids"... wiping up the semen with her hands. 

With that, she smacked both of our asses... making a load sound that reverberated thru the woods. 

We then dressed, kissed briefly on the lips got in our cars and drove off.



The Model



It was the fall of 1999 and I was in my first semester of college. It was new and exciting, being in such a huge place where there were other people just as smart as me. But what was most exciting was all the beautiful people available to me to date. I wasn't a virgin that was for sure. I had actually lost my virginity only a few months before hand, back in July when I was only 18. I was new to the world of sexual pleasure and fantasy, and I quite enjoyed it.

I was taking eighteen hours worth of classes that first semester, and had my hands full when it came to class. But being the good student I am, I always had my work done ahead of time and ended up having a lot of free time on my hands. I needed something else to do. But what? I didn't really have any job skills and there weren't any clubs I was interested in, so what was a girl to do? Finally one day while in my drawing class, my teacher announced that the art department was looking for a model for one of his classes. He said that if any of us knew anyone, or if we wanted to apply for the job we were more than welcome to. Now, despite having lost my virginity only a few months before, I was still quite the modest person and extremely shy. But the idea of being a model, if even for an art class and not professionally, was quite appealing. After about a week of mental deliberation I decided to go for it. The interview was quick, and I was hired on the spot. The instructor said that it wasn't required that I do the modeling nude, but that it was preferable to the students and it would be double the pay. Still really shy I opted to pose in just my bra and panties for the time being. I started the next week.

On Monday, the first day, I was really nervous. I had primped and preened all weekend, making sure I would look my absolute best for this, seeming as how I was going to be stared at by a bunch of other people I went to school with. Before I took my first pose the instructor had me wait, in the hallway, my robe on of course, while he spoke with the class and laid down the ground rules about talking to the model and that sort of thing. Then he introduced me. If I was the fainting type I would have fainted right there in front of everyone, thankfully I didn't. I took my first pose, and the students began their drawing of my curvy and somewhat heavyset body.

Ever since I had lost my virginity, I had been curious about all things sexual. Being with a man was wonderful and so satisfying. But what was it like to be with a woman? I had always fantasized about being with a woman, to have her touch me in much the same way, as I would touch myself when masturbating. What did a woman taste like, would she moan like I did, or would she scream in agonizing pleasure? I was desperate to find out, but I was not raised to think or feel that way, so I kept my feelings and hidden desires bottled up inside, only playing them out when I was in my room alone and knew that my roommate would not be home for quite sometime.

It was nearing the end of the semester and I had finally gotten up the courage to go all out, and do the job completely nude. Again I was extremely nervous about this. One of the guys in the class I posed for was actually in one of my own classes, which made things a little odd. But I went through with it, deciding that I no longer cared what they thought of my body. They were just using it to draw from. I was just letting them do that. It wasn't like they were studying me to see if I was fuck worthy, it was just a job. A very highly erotic job, but still just a job that gave me something to do with my free time. 

One Wednesday after work was done, I was in the dressing room changing. One of the girls that had been drawing my nude curvy body that day knocked on the door. Having just finished hooking on my bra I called, "Come in, I'm decent." She came in. She was shorter than me, as most girls usually are, and she had a slender frame with medium sized breasts. Her hair was short, and silky looking, the kind you just had to run your hands through, and her eyes were a beautiful sky blue. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "Hey, ah, Christy," she began, seemingly a bit nervous. "I'm not doing so well on getting things done on time for class, and I was wondering if ah...if you would be willing to do some posing for me outside of class. I'm willing to pay you for your time and work around your schedule. But I really need to get caught up on things." She said it all rather quickly, and as I was pulling on my sweater as she was saying all this, I caught her staring at my huge 48 D breasts. I smiled at her reassuringly, happy to be of help, and said, "Sure, why don't you come over to my room this weekend and you can do some catching up then. My roommate is going to see her aunt in New York, so I'll have the room to myself. Bring your drawing supplies and we'll talk payment then." She smiled brightly and thanked me profusely. We exchanged information about one another and then went our separate ways.

That Friday around 4 in the afternoon, Penny, the girl from the class, came up to my room, drawing pad in hand and pencil box in the other. She had also brought us some munchies and some music to listen to while she worked. I invited her in; she was wearing tight blue jeans that showed off her nicely shaped ass, and a skimpy little fuzzy sweater that really wasn't decent for this cold of weather. Her tits showed up nicely in it though, standing out proudly, and her nipples were hard from the cold of the outside air. I put the music on; we chatted for a bit and then got down to business. I stripped out of my clothes and sprawled out on the bed, in my first pose. Penny got to work right away and chatted happily as she did so. About halfway through the pose, she started to get quieter than she had been. I attributed it, to her working hard, trying to get the drawing right. Instead, I caught her staring at my body for longer periods than she really should have needed. Finally she growled in frustration and threw her pencil and pad to the floor. Startled I looked up, "What’s wrong?" I asked, "Did I move out of place accidentally?" Penny shook her head and sighed, "No, you were fine. I just can't take it anymore Christy." "Can't take what anymore," I asked. "You," she said, my eyes going wide with surprise. "What'd I do?" Penny smiled, "Nothing love, you didn't do anything but be so damn hot." "Me? Hot!" I squeaked. "Yes, and I can't resist you anymore. This whole semester in class has been torture, being able to see your luscious body and not touch it,” she said calmly as she stood starting to remove her shirt and then her jeans. "Ever since your first day, when you were so modest and scared, I've wanted you. I want to make love to you Christy. To give you an orgasm like you've never had before." I looked at her awestruck, and dumbfounded. "B...but I." before I could finish what I had been trying to stammer out, she crossed the few feet to the bed and had her lips locked on mine, kissing me hungrily, and with a fiery passion and reckless abandon. It didn't take long for the kiss to make my heart melt and to break down my barriers. Her hands groped my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. Her hot lips trailed down my neck, lower and lower. She kissed and teased each breast individually, paying special attention to my nipples, teasing each one to extreme hardness. Instinctively, but nervously as well, my own hands began to explore her body. Her skin was smooth and without blemish and it felt so good under my fingertips. I let my own hands caress her breasts, my curiosity taking over. Patiently she allowed me to explore as she explored me at the same time. Her hand went down to my pussy, gently rubbing it, discovering every fold and tender area where she could excite a reaction from me. My pussy was so wet I was dripping. Never in my short time since losing my virginity, had a man made me feel this way. She ran her finger along my slit, up until she found that little nub of pleasure that was hard with desire and need. She stroked my clit, tugged it a bit, and played with it, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I was moaning quite loudly now and in the back of my mind I wondered what the people in the next room over were thinking about what was going on in here. 

Her lips went lower down my body, caressing my skin, until she reached my pussy. She didn't go straight for it though. Instead she took her time, kissing the inside of my thighs first and working her way back up to the lips of my wet cunt. A lick and I screamed about ready to cum just from the sweet sensation of it. A second, a third, soon she was eating my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Our moans of pleasure meshed into a beautiful symphony of love making as she ate me out, giving me the best pleasure of my entire life. A nibble on my clit with her teeth sent me over the edge and I came with a high-pitched scream that had the neighbors banging on the wall for me to be quiet. Hungrily she drank my cum, savoring its taste, licking me dry. It felt so wonderful; I couldn't believe how great it felt to have another woman do this. 

Penny came back up from between my legs, kissing me full on the lips. I could taste my sweet juices still on her lips. It was salty and sweet at the same time, kind of like sweet and sour sauce is sweet and sour at the same time. I tasted delicious and I wanted to know what she tasted like too. 

Sensing my urge, Penny, sat me up, and pulled my head to her chest, encouraging me, without words, to explore and have fun just as she had done. Not knowing really how to do it, I imitated what she had done for me. Her skin tasted like honey, her scent intoxicating and driving me wild. I licked and teased, pulled and twisted just as she had done to me. After a little while she came all over my face. I licked it up, tasting it and found it to taste even better than honey itself, if there is something that could taste so sweet. I licked her dry, wanting more, but the two of us were exhausted from our exploration of each other's body. 

We lay there on my bed, petting each other as lovers do, kissing and sharing our fantasies. I told her that she was the first woman I had ever been with and that I was glad she was my first. She kissed me and said there was much more to being with a woman than what we had just done. Penny began to relate to me what all there was and how incredible it all felt, which turned me on rather quickly. As we started to make love once again for the second time that night I found myself thinking, that this was going to be the beginning of a brand new life for me, a new life that wouldn't be without pleasure, ever again.



The Model



Jenny sighed, how the hell was she going to manage now. The final paragraph of the letter she held said it all. "In view of all the foregoing and because your husband was not wearing a seatbelt at the time of his death, the company has no alternative but to reduce the claim by 75%." 

She took stock: widowed at 28, because of a stupid drunk driver she had no assets of her own. The house was mortgaged, the school fees borrowed, she had no job, ergo no income. Already the bills were piling up, she needed money – and now. Deciding that she just had to get a job, Jenny walked to the local newsagent to pick up a paper. Arriving home she studied the sits vacant columns. Nothing. Nothing at all. Everyone wanted experience of typing or selling and Jenny had never worked since she married Jules.

Jules, - how could he forget his seatbelt just this one critical time. He was the most careful of drivers, she would frequently ask him to hurry up when they were out together, but he always took things slowly and carefully, his motto "better dead late than dead" stuck in her mind. Tears welled up as she fought for control, how could he leave her like this? She went back to looking in the paper. There was something. Model required for still life portraiture, no experience needed, hours to suit though some evening work may be required. It gave a local phone number. She agonised for a while wondering if she really wanted to go down this road, then looking at the latest electricity bill, she rang the number.

"Jefferson College"

"Oh er hello. I am enquiring about the part time modelling job"

"I'll put you through to the art department"

A pause. Jenny nearly hung up.

"Hello? Jack Johnson" A mans voice, deep and reassuring and calm

"Oh, Hello I was enquiring about the vacancy for the model."

"Oh yes that, well it's quite simple really we just need someone who will pose for our art class. 

"Well err, I have never done anything like that, but I need a job and I am a quick learner, do you think I could come and see you about it?"

"Sure, come on over about 3.00 pm tomorrow and we'll talk, what name is it?

"Jenny Carmichael"

"OK Ms Carmichael three o'clock then. The next day duly arrived and Jenny dressed care fully trying to create the right image for the interview. After trying on several suits she settled on a smart navy suit with a white blouse. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked good in a quietly sexy sort of way. She made her way to the college arriving just in time for her interview. She introduced herself and was asked to wait in the foyer while a call was made to get Mr Johnson She waited nervously as the minutes dragged by. People were passing through on their various tasks, all looking busy and harassed. The time passed slowly until at 3.15 she started to rise to ask if Mr Johnson was coming. He came scuttling around the corner, slightly breathless and very apologetic.

"Oh Ms Carmichael, so sorry to be late, I was held up by the last class. Please come through to my office where we can talk in private"

They walked together down a long corridor, before entering his "office."

Jenny looked around in dismay, the room was a shambles. Bits of old paintings and sketches were laying all over the room, the shelves were groaning under the weight of books on them an old chair with the stuffing sticking out was behind an equally old desk, and over everything was a layer of dust. Jenny was tempted to run her fingers over the desk, just to see how thick it was.

"Sit down Ms Carmichael" She looked around and saw the only relatively clean object in the room, a straight wicker chair, that one didn't sit in, rather perched on. She sat as gracefully as she could.

"Now you have come about the models job?"

"Yes"

"And you have no experience"

"No none, but I am very keen and I am sure I could do it"

"To be honest Ms Carmichael I am sure you could do it too, anyone can do it – provided they are prepared to pose in the nude before a class full of students"

"Oh – I didn't realise …"

"Oh its perfectly respectable, you simply pose as directed and keep still while the students draw you and try to catch the actions of light and shade on your body."

"Oh I just couldn't do tha…"

"The rate is 50 dollars an hour and we anticipate about 4 hours work"

"It's just that I – well I have never done anything like that"

"As you said. Well if your not interested …"

"No. Wait, I may be. You say that it posing for students"

"Yes"

"Any female students?"

"Of course, there are, now let me see, yes, 5 female students"

"Is there anyone else interested?"

"Well we had some calls, but so far you are the only person who has come for interview. How do you feel about it?"

"Well, I aren't too sure, I mean I don't want to just make a fool of myself, and I don't really fancy the nude bit"

"Well that's OK then, I am sure someone will come along. It's just that…"

"Yes?"

"Well I think you would be rather good at it, without being too personal you have a nice body – and as I said it is perfectly respectable"

Jenny blushed a little at the comment, but was flattered that he had noticed the care she had taken in getting ready. She took a deep breath.

"OK I'll try it for one night is that ok?"

"Sure, if you don't like it or feel uncomfortable then you needn't go any further. Tomorrow night ok? Say 7pm."

"Y-Yes" said Jenny, already regretting agreeing to it.

"Fine, see you tomorrow then. Bye"

"Bye" 

She wandered home in a daze. What the hell was she getting into? And for so little money! She didn't sleep well that night, both worried and lonely she lay awake, reading and watching the late shows on TV. She was apprehensive, but strangely excited. The thought of being naked in front of a group of people as they observed her closely was she had to admit, a bit of a turn on. She thought again of Jules and of the wonderful lover he had been, caring and inventive, never hurried. Gentle at first then becoming more and more fierce as the need in them both drove them on. "God, I must stop thinking like this" she turned over and went fitfully to sleep.

Next day found Jenny walking to the college. She found Mr Johnson waiting for her in reception. "Hello Ms Carmichael, you made it then"

"Yes."

"Nervous?"

"Yes – very"

"Don't be, its all quite simple. Let me show you to the changing room" They walked together down the same corridor as yesterday, but turned left before Mr Johnson's office."Just in there, get ready you'll find a robe. Get undressed then walk through the door over there" he said pointing to the other side of the room "that's where you'll meet the group." He left, closing the door behind him. Jenny steeled herself and undressed. She looked around for somewhere to hang her clothes and found a hook on the back of the door she was to go through. She steadied herself, donned the robe, took a deep breath and walked into the studio. A small group of ten or twelve people were already there, seated behind easels arranged in a semi circle around a small dais. On the dais was a chaise lounge Jenny presumed she was going to have to pose on it.

"Welcome Ms Carmichael – or may I call you Jenny now?"

"Yes – please do"

"Fine, and you must call me Jack. Now what we want is for you to lay along the couch and face the group, resting your head on your left hand." Jenny did so and noticed straight away one of the men looking between her legs as she moved. "Oh no" she thought "I can't do this."

"That's great" said Jack, and said one of the oldest confidence boosters in the world "You sure you've never done this before? Now let your right hand rest on your thigh"

"Like this?

"Not quite a little higher, please"

Jenny moved her hand closer to her pussy.

"Nearly there, just cover your pubic hair"

Jenny moved her hand again and rested it just between her legs.

"Nearly," said Jack, "you may need to open your legs a little we need your fingers just between them" Jenny opened her legs as little as possible and tucked her fingers in between them. She again noticed the man staring at her. She was unnerved by his look.

"Perfect" said Jack. "Now class I want you to look at how the shade falls on Jenny, notice how her breasts cause shadows and how there is a thin line of shade where her hand rests between her thighs."

Jenny tried to think of other things, and closed her eyes, that only seemed to make things worse and she worried what the men were thinking. She could hear the scratching of the pencils as she was sketched and wondered how the pictures would look, would she be recognizable, would she end up on an office wall? The thought made her smile a little.

"Keep still, Jenny"

"Sorry"

She opened her eyes and the mans eyes bored into hers. They seemed to see deep inside her, nothing was secret to them. He smiled. A pleasant but conspiratorial smile, for her only. She smiled back slowly becoming aware that her pussy was moistening. She wanted to touch herself but couldn't. She contented herself by just gently moving her forefinger, slowly, gently, in the groove. There was something about him, something that… well just a presence.

"OK class that's it for tonight," Jack's voice jerked her from her reverie. "Thanks Jenny you were great, you can get changed now."

Jenny sat up; he was still behind his easel sketching furiously, forehead creased in concentration. She gathered her gown around her and went over to him." Can I see?"

He seemed surprised, "Oh err well – do you mind waiting till it's finished?" 

Jenny pouted, "OK but will you finish it soon?" He smiled a warm, open smile "You bet!" She retired once more to the changing room, and got dressed. 

As she combed her hair she found herself thinking of the man, was he married? Did she like him or was she just lonely. She didn't know. As she left the room she was shocked to find him waiting for her.

"Got time for a drink?"

"Well I really ought to go, it's getting late and…. His face fell"…Yes I'd love drink?" What the hell came over her, she didn't do this sort of thing; she didn't know him from Adam. He showed her to his car, an up market powerful sports model, after opening her door he stood while she got in, trying vainly not to show too much leg.

They left the car park and went a short way into town. A small quiet tavern was their destination. "What would you like to drink?"

"Gin and tonic, please"

He took her to a seat in a dimly lit corner, "Back in a sec"

He brought the drinks – large ones. "So, how long have you been modelling?"

She smiled "First day today"

"Like it?"

"Well you know – got to do what I can, it wasn't so bad, I was a bit nervous."

"Does it pay well?"

She made a face "No – well yes and no- I get 50 dollars an hour but there's only 4 hours work. "Two hundred bucks eh - not a fortune"

"No but – well my husband died and I need the money"

"I see." He paused, "Have you ever thought of other types of modelling?"

"I – no, no I haven't. I never gave it a thought until yesterday"

"I think you could be a really popular glamour model"

"A glamour model!" 

"Sure, you could do that, your beautiful, your tall, and you have natural grace. And you would wear more clothes than tonight"

.He moved closer, leaning on the table he turned toward her. "Look, I will pay you a lot more than you will get from college – you need the money and I need a good model."

"I couldn't"

"Why?" Jenny was getting out of her depth, "well, what if someone recognizes me?"

He smiled, "Do you really think someone is going to stop you in the street and say, Hey I saw you in that glamour mag last night, - well do you?"

" No but…"

"That just doesn't happen, look just think about it overnight. Then if you really don't want to, we'll say no more."

"I don't even know your name"

"Jeff – Jeff Sanders, and I think I have met the girl who is going to be rich in only a few months!"

"Oh don't be silly…"

"I aren't being, you are going to be the face and body of the year – trust me"

"I'd better be going, you know, things to do," She said rising from her seat and smoothing her skirt.

"Let me take you home"

"Thank you, that's kind. He dropped her off at the door. Jenny was wondering whether to invite him in, he was nice and polite and God, she needed a good fucking. Before she had chance to make the offer though, he remarked that he was late already and really had to get going. She waved him away on the understanding that he would phone for an answer the next day. As he drove away Jeff knew he'd got her, she had been surprised when he hadn't made a move on her, and he knew that she would ring tomorrow if he didn't. He went back to make preparations…Jenny undressed, bathed and got into her nightclothes. She got into the big lonely bed and wondered, could he be serious? She knew she was attractive, but face of the year? Yet it was undeniably exciting, the thought of posing for some male mags, Jules had bought some in the past and she found the pictures - interesting. Of course the pouting lips and wanton expressions were just for the camera, she knew that, and yet sometimes she had felt a stirring deep inside. The more she thought of it, the more she became obsessed with the idea, and determined to see where this path led. She would do it, she would pose, and what was more, she'd be bloody good at it. The following morning the phone rang promptly at 9.30. It was Jeff.

"Well have you had time to think?"

"Yes"

"And?"

"I'll do it, in fact I want to do it – soon"

"Soon as you like" she heard the smile in his voice "come round later this morning about 11.30 should be fine, I'll have things ready by then"

"OK"

Later that morning found Jenny at the studio, a small backroom really but with lots of photographic lights. Jeff met her at the door.

"Jenny, great to see you again, we're all ready for you if you want to go and get changed"

"We?" Jenny was startled.

"Just me and Carole. Carole helps with make up and things, come and meet her"

Carole was a pretty girl with long dark hair and blue eyes, she looked at Jenny appreciatively." Wow Jeff you struck gold this time – she's beautiful," she smiled at Jenny, "come through and we'll get you all fixed up with make up and clothes" Jenny followed Carole into the back of the studio. They chatted as they went into the changing room.

"So, ever done this before?"

"No, never I am a bit apprehensive"

"No need to be, Jeff's very good."

"Here we are, now if you just get out of your clothes, we'll make a start" Jenny was embarrassed, "What now – with you here?"

Carole laughed, "Oh sure, don't worry about me, now Jeff said he wanted you in lycra first, I think – lets see… Oh yes just the thing" She held out a tiny skirt and top to Jenny, "This should start the ball rolling!"

Jenny looked in amazement at "clothes" she was going to wear. They looked positively indecent. "C'mon lets get busy" said Carole "just slip out of your things and I'll help you into the kit"

Jenny started to undress, but felt uncomfortable with Carole so close. "Look" she said, "I can manage"

"Baby you won't get into this skirt without some help, believe me, don't be shy, lets get you ready" so saying Carole unzipped Jenny's skirt and slid it down her long legs, "my, nice legs, you won't be needing the slip either, or the pantyhose. Carole hands stroked the clothes off her so easily, that Jenny felt in a dream, they were warm and soft, and she felt that they lingered sometimes, the atmosphere changed subtly and Jenny felt herself start to get aroused. "Oh god no" she thought, "this can't be happening, don't let me get wet now" and of course the more she thought about it the worse the situation got.

Carole didn't seem to notice and as she took off Jennie's panties she looked at her. "Oh dear, that's got to go my love" she said pointing to Jenny's pubic hair.

"What? – Why?"

"Well you won't be wearing any panties, and a shaven pussy always looks nicer don't you think. Come on lay down on here, it'll be gone in a minute.

"Is this really needed, I mean is it essential?"

"Oh yes darling girl, you have to be clean shaven to get on in the glamour world. 

"But I though it was just going to be some bikini and lingerie work."

"Have you seen the size of some bikini bottoms," smiled Carole "they're tiny. Come on let's get you up here" she said pointing to a bench, "Just lay down and relax" Jenny got on to the bench and laid back, she felt worried, frightened and confused, but she was so excited…Carole got some warm water and soap

"Now this won't hurt, in fact you may like it" She commenced wetting Jenny's pussy hair, working the soapy water into it and softening it ready for the razor. Jenny was finding it difficult to lie still now as the water trickled down between her arse cheeks. Carole hummed quietly to herself as she worked, while expertly watching Jenny for more signs of arousal. Her fingers played around the lips of Jenny's cunt, nearly, but not quite touching. "Open up a little dear, and let me sit between your legs, that way I can see just where needs attention" Carole smiled. She moved the stool and sat right between her legs "That's right love, nice and wide then I can see what I'm doing." Carole reached for the razor and gently started to shave Jenny, slowly working the lather up with her fingers and carefully letting the razor drift down over the hair "See you needn't worry I've done this lots of times and never lost a patient yet" Jenny's mind was buzzing she was getting so worked up; she knew her cunt was oozing juices Carole must see. If only she would touch her. She looked down and saw Carole carefully studying her cunt, she knew it must be wide open and wet she could feel it, admit she could smell it, but Carole made no move. She shifted slightly, moving down a little, hoping that Carole would take the hint, but Carole seemed absorbed in her task.

"Would you like it all gone or just a little tuft left?" Jenny just moaned softly." All gone then" said Carole and with a final stroke took the last hair away "smooth as a baby's bum!" She leaned forward and planted a kiss just at the top of Jenny's cunt. Jenny moaned again "Ohhhhhh don't please don't, can't you see what you're doing to me. Carole smiled again and leaned forward, gently she placed her lips right on Jenny's slit and prodded her with her tongue, letting it slide up the groove close to her clitty.

"This is just for starters babe – we're going to have a wonderful time later – just you and me" as she said it, Carole slid a finger into Jenny and slowly worked it around while her thumb traced slowly over her clit. Jenny couldn't help herself, she raised her hips and gasped, "Ohhhhh don't stop – please don't stop."

"Sorry, have to, business first," she smiled as she said, "later darling, later, in the meantime, just to keep you interested put this on. She handed jenny a small, bullet shaped object attached to a lacy g-string. "What's that? "It's a butterfly, you wear it and I control it"

"What does it do?"

"Just put it on, no let me put it on for you, then we'll make sure it's right. Stand up and put this on like a pair of knickers, I'll help with the adjustments – legs wide apart" Carole made sure that Jenny's lower lips were wide apart before placing the butterfly close to, but not touching her clitty, "now we'll just make sure it works" Carole reached over for the switch and turned it on low speed. Jenny's back arched as the tremors hit her."Ohhhhh God"

"You like?"

"God yes"

"Ah well, to business. Lets get you dressed"Carole reached over and got the tiniest skirt Jenny had ever seen, it was so tight that she had to squeeze into it in stages, holding her breath before tugging it further up. She eventually got it on, black and so tight; that she could see Carole had been right, you could hide nothing under it."Now the top" A miniscule bra was next, again black and only just covering her nipples, Jenny could feel them hardening, pushing against the scratchy material, Carole again helped in the final adjustments, letting her fingers trail over Jenny's nipples and breasts." There, your ready, lets go"




The Model



Together they left the dressing room and entered the studio. Jeff whistled his appreciation and cast a swift enquiring look at Carole, she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Right Jenny, for the first pose I need you kneeling on this sunbed, toward the camera leaning forward showing lots of breast. Can you do that?"

"Like this?"

"Yes, but let the breast really show, lots of cleavage" Jenny leaned further down, knowing the bra could not reveal much more

"That better?"

Click

"That's great, now we need you to just remove the bra and hold it in front of your breasts, you know sort of teasing. Help her Carole." Smiling broadly Carole reached around Jenny's back and undid the clasp, she made a point of touching her breasts and teasing her nipples, Jenny was lost in a world of lust. She needed fucking – God how she needed fucking. Carole whispered in her ear "Enjoying it?" Jenny didn't trust herself to speak, she just nodded. She looked at Jeff and saw the unmistakeable lump in his trousers, she wanted him then and there. He made little pretence now of using the camera, just letting her become more and more excited as she slowly removed first her bra then the skirt, revealing the little butterfly toy.

"Ah, so Carole is helping you get into the swing of things"

"Yes"

"And you need a little fuck – don't you? She swallowed hard

"Yes"

"Why don't you lay down a little while and lets see what we can do to help, eh?"

Jenny did as she was asked and lay down on the sunbed, she draped her arms down by her side and smiled up at Jeff 

"Please, do it now"

He looked down at her, she looked so delicious, her breasts smooth and slightly flattened as she lay back, the nipples hard and erect. His gaze travelled down her body, her waist so slim and petite, before flaring into her hips, the lips of her cunt plainly showing, moist and puffy, and finally her thighs, slim, shapely, she was just delicious.

"Open your legs a little, let me see your cunt"

Jenny did as she was asked, watching as Jeff undid his trousers and let them drop. Stepping out of them, he looked at her again, before removing his shirt. He stooped over her and their lips met in a kiss, tongues colliding then twisting and wrapping around each other. The kiss went on and on as he let his hand reach down to her breast, gently but firmly teasing her nipple into full erection. She gasped, "Ohhhhh that's soooo good" Carole in the meantime had got rid of her clothes and was looking warningly at Jeff.

"Don't you dare come inside her!" she exclaimed "we agreed I get my share of her too"

"OK, OK. Jeff moved around to Jenny's side and held out his hard cock close to her mouth "Suck it babe" Jenny was in heaven; she loved giving head and knew she was good at it . She grabbed Jeff's penis and rubbed it all around her face nuzzling it and teasing it before licking down the underside. Jeff moaned "mmmmmm" that's right." She continued licking and getting his cock wet before sliding it into her mouth. She sucked him gently pulling her cheeks in as she took him deeper and deeper. She swirled her tongue around the glans before letting him slide out again. She looked at the end of his cock and saw a silvery drop of precum, she smeared it all around her lips , before starting the process all over again. She licked and sucked, loving his cock until Jeff could stand no more and hastily withdrew. She groaned in disappointment and frustration. "Don't go not yet, let me make you cum, I want you to come in my mouth"

Carole by now had come forward and was stood over Jenny, operating the butterfly more often and driving her crazy, Jenny gasped, "Please, please now. Fuck me now" Jeff positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and angry, still wet from her mouth. He grabbed her legs forcing them further apart and bending her knees before moving up close to her cunt. He slid the little butterfly out of the way and placed his cockhead just in the groove, sliding it up and down, but not entering her yet. Jenny's hips rose trying to get him inside her, she couldn't wait much longer. Taking pity on her Jeff allowed his cock to slide slowly a little way in, then overcome by the need drove in to her warm wet cleft to the hilt. Jenny felt a new sensation as Jeff's pubic hair tickled her newly shaved outer lips. She rose to meet him urging him on "Yess that's right - harder" he felt her cunt muscles clutching at him as he thrust powerfully into her. They were moving in unison now as the tempo increased. Jeff knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but Jenny locked her legs around his back to hold him in place, pushing up against him, desperate in her need. Jeff pulled out from her and stood above her, his cock twitching, pulsing, leaving her again on the point of orgasm. She groaned in frustration, and looking up saw Carole's cunt just above her. She knew what was coming, but again the delay, as Carole reached over and started wanking Jeff. Her hand, slippery with her own juice, slid along his length, up and down up and down. "Watch Jenny, watch him come for us" she continued milking his cock alternately stroking, then just gripping it, not giving Jeff the friction that he needed to come. Jenny finally realised who the senior partner was in this trio, and started to urge Carole on. Jeff's eyes were closed, the muscles and tendons on his neck standing out with tension as he tried his hardest to get to the point of no return." Let him come; Carole let him come I want to see it happen now" Jenny watched as Carole's hand once again started to move, "That's right big boy, let it go, come all over Jenny, give it all to her" she urged As Jenny watched she distinctly saw the first twitch of his prick as his orgasm came on Jeff, closely followed by a spurt of cum. He came hard, so hard that the first and second jets shot over Jenny's tits and on to her face; still Carole worked on him as he strained to prolong the moment. Soon though the jets became dribbles and Jeff prick became too sensitive for Carole's hand. He relaxed and his eyes opened again. Carole smiled; "Nice?"

"Oh brother…!"

Carole looked down at Jenny; "Now it's our turn"

Carole stood astride Jenny's face and leaned over her. She smoothed Jeff's cooling spunk into her skin and kissed her way down Jenny's body. Jenny looked up at Carole's cunt and knew she just had to taste it. She pulled Carole down to her and lapped contentedly at her pussy, gradually working her more and more open, Jenny's tongue traced around her clitty, feeling Carole movements becoming more urgent. Carole returned the compliment curling her tongue around before probing deep into Jenny's cunt and scooping out her juices. Carole slid two fingers into Jenny working them in and out, finger fucking her as she tongued her clitty. Jenny started to cum. Her orgasm seemed to start from deep within her, then roared around her body, she bucked and groaned in ecstasy as Carole's tongue drove over the top, still it went on as Jenny received her first multiple orgasm. Carole kept on licking and sucking at her until she was totally sated and slumped, exhausted back on the sunbed. Carole turned around and kissed Jenny her tongue probing into her mouth. Jenny tasted her own juices and became excited again, but the flesh was weak. The trio finally came to rest, naked.

"I think we had better call it a day"; said Jeff would you like to come again tomorrow?

Jenny looked at him "I'll have to think about that she smiled - for at least two seconds, of course I would.



The Model



I was in my final year at university and, like all students, was always strapped for cash. To make up my grant I did life modeling for art sessions at schools and art clubs. Much of it is standard work such as standing in a room of spotty teenagers whist wearing a thirties style outfit with silly hats and heavy coats. There was an art society based in a village hall just out of town where I did some nude modeling for a bunch, mostly old ladies, all pretty bland. One of younger ladies, Lucia, who is in her late twenties was a part time teacher at the art college in town and asked me if I would do a nude session next week for £50. I couldn't really afford to say no so agreed to be there at the specified time. I knew I may have to put up with a load of 18-year-old boys looking me over, but for £50 I felt I could cope. Besides, I have no problems with showing off my body. I have always been told that I am sexy looking with a firm 36C-24-34 figure and natural tan (my dad is half Italian). I arrived with good time to prepare myself and was shown to where I could get myself ready by Lucia. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Lucia said that they were ready. As I walked out into the room I was confronted by her art class, the majority of whom were girls to my relief. I dropped my robe and got into the pose they wanted. 

After about an hour we had a break and the class started talking and generally relaxing. Lucia then brought me a cup of tea and we started chatting. After some small talk she asked if at the end of the session I was interested in her doing a small photo session for her, so that she could do some extra drawings at home. I didn't see any harm so I agreed; and besides, she offered me an extra £20. The rest of the session Flew by and it wasn't long before it was just Lucia and two of her students, Ian and Emma left. Lucia explained that they were her best students (she later mentioned that they were also a couple) and asked if I minded if they took a few pictures. I didn't mind, but the thought of Ian taking photos of me was beginning to turn me on. 

The set was ready, a simple pale blue background and a low stool, and I sat down with my robe just hanging down while Lucia explained what I should do.

"Just let yourself go," she said, "just do as many poses as you can so that I can get a good selection from which to choose." 

At first I was a little unsure of what to do as I didn't want to be too open but I didn't want to hide myself either. As the session went on I got into the feel of it and was soon enjoying myself. I kept noticing how Ian was trying to get a good view of my pussy without being too unsubtle, and although I was unsure at first I got more daring. At one point Lucia went to get some more film so I sat forward on the stool and opened my legs as wide as I could. I then noticed Emma wink at me and give me a telling smile which made my cunt juices begin to boil; I also noticed a bulge forming in Ian's jeans. Lucia returned so I repositioned myself to hide how wet my cunt was. She said that she was out of film and that if Ian was finished we could call it a day. Ian shrugged and began to pack away. 

As I was getting dressed later Lucia came in to pay me and I noticed that she was looking at my rock hard nipples. 

"Does it turn you on doing nude modeling?" she asked. 

I told her that it was just the cold but I'm sure she saw my blushes. When I got home that night I had the best wank ever, my vibrator bringing me off several times, at one point I thought I was going to wake up my flat-mates with my screams of pleasure.  

I thought that would be it, but a few days later I bumped into Emma in town. She thanked me for making Ian so horny, she had got a good seeing to that night. As we walked around the shops together we became very friendly and she asked me if I fancied doing another shoot, this time at her flat. She said that she could afford it as her father was rich and gave her more than enough money to survive. 

"If it leads to a fuck as good as the last time you modeled for Ian it will be £50 well spent." 

After my orgasms last time I wasn't going to turn this opportunity down and we agreed to get together that night. I went straight home and got myself ready, deciding it would be nice to give my pussy a fresh shave so that Ian and Emma would get a better view of my hole. I left a small tuft of short brown hair just above my slit but the rest was completely shaved, showing off my pussy lips to perfection. I put on my sexiest summer dress, high heels and nothing else; packed a small bag with some sexy underwear, a micro-bikini and my vibrator in case I got the chance to sneak a quick session. 

I arrived slightly early and caught Emma in just her dressing gown. She didn't seem too worried and invited me in. She showed me the set she had made at the end of the lounge. The set was identical to the one I had used at the college, even the stall was the same, and there was also what looked like expensive camera equipment set up. 

Emma told me that Ian was in the bathroom and that I could use it to change when he came out. Emma went off to get changed so I hung around waiting for Ian, sexy thoughts going through my head the whole time. After about five or ten minutes Ian wasn't out so I presumed he wasn't in the bathroom after all. I tried the door, which wasn't locked, and walked in to find Ian sitting on the edge of the bath, trousers around his ankles, wanking his seven inches over the picture of me with my legs open, it was a close-up, the cheeky bugger had put his zoom at maximum. When he saw me he went bright red, pulled his trousers up and ran out of the room. This turned me on even more and my pussy was dripping wet already. 

I decided to put my orange micro-bikini on for the start of the shoot, as it doesn't cover much and is easy to remove. I came out of the bathroom to find them chatting about what they wanted and was invited to make my way onto the set. 

"I thought it would be nice if we started with a few bikini shots," I said, and they both agreed but Ian refrained from looking me in the eye. 

Emma was wearing a short summer dress similar to mine and she sat to one side on the sofa. I saw Ian had plenty of film and told him I was ready. Ian snapped away as Emma told me what to do and what positions to take. After Ian had taken a few shots of me in my bikini I started to take it off. It fastens with strings and as I undid them my tits came into view, then my shaven pussy. 

I looked over to where Emma was sitting and she had her legs wide open so that I could see straight up her dress at her completely shaven pussy. She saw me looking and hiked up her dress to give me a better view. 

"Look," she said to Ian, "She's shaved her pussy just for us, aren't we lucky." 

I saw that Ian was grinning from ear to ear and that there was a huge erection under his trousers. All the time I was doing more poses while Ian now had control of me. I did exactly as he ordered and his orders were getting bolder. 

"Bend right over!" he said, and I did, giving him a great view of my rear. 

Next I lay on the floor and spread my legs. At this point Ian took the camera off the tripod and moved in closer.

"Spread your cunt lips!" he said, and I spread them wide for him, the zoom of his lens only inches from my now aching pussy. 

I looked over to see Emma in the throws of orgasm, three fingers working in and out of her at break neck speed. When she recovered she looked me in the eye. 

"Mind if I join you, give Ian some pics of us together?" and before I could say yes she lifted her summer dress over her head, walked over to me and pushed her face against my pussy. The second her tongue hit my clit I was in heaven as an orgasm went straight through me. I then forgot about the camera as Emma and I started licking and sucking each other for all we were worth. Just as a second orgasm was building she stopped and ran out of the room. 

I lay there rubbing myself as I watched Ian who was now stroking his cock through his trousers.

"This is unfair," I said to Ian. "Emma and me are starkers and you're still fully dressed!" 

At this he started to strip off in front of me, I didn't notice Emma return for a moment, but I soon realized where she had gone. She was wearing a huge strap-on cock! 

"Time for you to get a proper shafting!" she said as she ordered me to bend over, ready to take it from behind. 

I was so wet that the 8" fake cock slid straight in to the hilt, followed by Emma giving me long hard strokes. The orgasm that had faded when she left was now growing again and I soon lost control as I came for the second time. Then, without asking me first, she ordered Ian to lick me whilst she rode his cock. 

Ian lay on the floor and Emma told me to sit on his face. Ian's tongue was probing me as Emma sat straight onto his cock and started to ride him. We kissed as she rode his cock and it wasn't long before all three of us were climaxing one after the other. Emma then stood up and ordered me to suck Ian's come from her pussy. As I did Ian slid a condom over his dick and rammed it inside me in one single thrust. After I sucked Emma to another orgasm she got up, got the camera and started taking photos of Ian pumping away at my pussy. Once Ian and I had come again we all decided to spend the rest of the night in bed together.



The Model



Model Jane demands a double entrance.

My name is Jane Ashford a working model, at the time my story starts I was in Australia modelling beach wear. We were a group of ten, consisting of a cameraman named Mike and his assistant, Henry who was a bit of a creep, but in a nice sort of way. We had some stand-in cameramen usually employed locally at each place we went to.

Henry didn't mix well with women and because he didn't I found myself being extra kind to him and so he would talk naturally to me, sometimes letting his long ginger hair down. Because I am a top model and a founder member of the company I always had my own dressing room when ever it was possible.

One day Henry knocked and barged in when I was sitting naked putting on my make-up at the mirror. He was used to a lot of nudity, you had to be in this business.

'Hi Jane! Have you got your costumes yet? Mike is getting his knickers in a twist because it's an outdoor shoot and he isn't sure of the tides and things.'

'Go and tell him to bend over for you, takes ages to get my war paint on with this lighting in here.'

'You look lovely to me Jane, then you always do.'

'Thank you, Henry! I didn't know you cared.'

'Care, of course I care. You are the only woman in this Goddamned world I can speak to without getting embarrassed or frustrated. I will never make it if I go on like this.'

'What would I have to do to make you happy, Henry?'

'Why would you want to do anything to help me, Jane? You are out of my league. I could never satisfy you, keep you in the standard of life that you have and can command from others.'

'You do not know a thing about me, Henry. Have you seen me talking socially with any other than yourself? Sexually I do not have male or female lovers. I have never wanted either. I do not have many more years to go as a model. The way of life is very exacting. Like you I live in a suitcase. Henry, I crave for something different.'

'I can't believe a beautiful woman like you to be still a virgin, Jane, are you?'

'No, I lost that when I first applied to become a model. Two guys interviewed me. They seemed okay. I was told to strip off, walk around the room and replace my clothing. There was no screen . It was my first job interview since leaving college when I was eighteen. While I was undressing they told me the really big money was in pornographic material. They said I was a real sexy siren and that I would make a fortune in less than five years. As soon as I was naked they both started to touch me and grope me. I screamed out and one of them struck me a hard blow across my breast, knocking me to the floor. He told me to kneel down in front of him. I was petrified! He took out his penis and dropped his pants to the floor. His dick was hard and much longer than ones I had seen before. He told me to show him how I sucked cock. He growled at me to put my hands behind my back and the other guy hand-cuffed my wrists together. When I wouldn't open my mouth the guy grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back making me gasp. He thrust his cock into my mouth. Tears were blinding me as I sucked his smelly cock. It almost made me sick when it hit the back of my throat. I gulped hard and I felt it go down my throat. I was amazed that I was able to swallow something so big. I saw the other guy taking off his clothes. I remember sighing with relief when I saw his cock was smaller than the one playing havoc with my gullet. My relief was short lived when he targeted my asshole. He was on his hands and knees behind me licking his tongue up and down my spine, then he forced me forward onto my hands and knees and his tongue lapped my anus. It was then the juice started to leak from my vagina. I could smell myself and the odour of the by now two naked men. The guy took his cock out of my mouth, threw a pillow onto the floor He lay down on the floor with his head on the pillow then he pulled me roughly over him and guided his penis to my vagina. I moaned out loud when he thrust up inside me. He then wrapped his arms round me and crushed my breasts to his chest. I was turned on by this time and had resigned myself to being raped.. I wasn't ready for the other guy putting his dick into my bowels. His fingers were bad enough. He gained entry by spitting on his finger and my asshole. He pressed one, two and then three fingers into me. Then I felt the cock pressing against my sphincter opening and I screamed again when the cock was rammed into me until I felt his groin against my ass cheeks. The most horrible part about the whole thing, Henry, was that I enjoyed being raped. They made me cum that many times I could hardly walk when they left me in the office on my own and told me not to start dressing until their Boss had seen me. I sat on the floor for ten minutes before the trauma had passed and I realised that I was in the building on my own.

'That is some story, Jane. So that is why you don't mix?'

'Yes, lots of men and women come onto me, but I tell them to back off.'

'You have never once told me that, Jane.'

'You are different, you do not frighten me, you are so gentle.'

'I want to help you, by telling you the Boss is going to sack us if we don't get out there.'

Later on after the shoot, Henry came in just as I was getting dressed and off home to my rental, such as it was. A two bed roomed flat which I shared with a canary.

'Jane, I would like to talk some more. I think it would help us both. Will you go for a drink with me, or a meal, perhaps?'

'I want to go home and put my feet up, Henry. I am a recluse. Come to my place and let me cook you a meal. We will stop on the way and you can buy the wine.'

Later on we were sitting at the table, both of us flicking fag ash on our dinner plates. I was feeling perfectly at ease with Henry. He was a great conversationalist. He also came away with a few bawdy jokes which really had me laughing. It had been so long since I had enjoyed a meal and some ones company. The bawdy jokes aroused feelings in me which from the rape had laid dormant inside me. It shocked me when I realised they were sexual feelings. Towards whom? Henry?

Later when I was washing the dishes and Henry was drying them he accidentally brushed my right breast, causing the nipple to tingle. It made me gasp for breath because the feeling had been so intense.

'Sorry, Jane! Are you alright? Here, come and sit down and let me get you a drink of water.'

'You touched my breast, it turned me on, Henry.'

'I will go if I upset you!'

I was trembling when I stammered out, 'Will you have sex with me?'

'I would love to, but are you sure it is what you want?'

'Yes, but the only way you can have me is by raping me. I want you to rape me! Now I have frightened you off. If you think I am weird, then please say so. You must not tell anyone. Gosh! I am so embarrassed, what ever do you think of me now?'

'Jane, I know how you feel. Honestly I do. I was raped too! I was sodomized by one of my Mums boyfriends when I was nineteen. You see the size of me, the guy was into sports of every type you can imagine. I was never able to wake up in the morning and my Mum sent him up to pull me out of my bed as she was off out to the shops.. Instead he ripped the bed-clothes off me and turned me onto my stomach and he used his belt to tie me to the bedrail. He forced a sock into my mouth and he raped me. When I told my Mum she said I was lying through my unclean teeth because I did not like her having boyfriends. She said I was jealous. She told me to show her my ass and I wouldn't let her see it. I was too embarrassed. Now you know why we click together, Jane. We are a couple of weirdoes.'

I didn't reply so we were silent for a few minutes.

'You want me to tie you up?'

'I have a pair of handcuffs which I got mail-order. There is some old knickers in my bedside drawer. If you want to gag me.'

' Would your own knickers not be fresher, Jane?'

'Maybe. Will you answer a question truthfully? You have often seen me naked or near naked. Have you ever wanted to fuck me?'

'I have wanted you from the very first day I saw you. It was in the middle of winter and you had a fur coat on which you were holding closed and when the Boss told you take your coat off you did, to reveal you were naked. Every one fell for you that day. I did. We all wanted to fuck you, Jane. If we had been a sex group, you would have been gang-banged, by all the women too.'

'Yes, you can use my knickers, Henry. I will go up stairs and strip off and pretend to be sleeping. You will find my knickers at the foot of the bed and the cuffs in the drawer. There is a lubricant in there too if you want to use it. Do not be gentle with me, Henry. I want you to ravish me. You must get into the part, Henry. It has to be rape.'

'This is going to change our relationship, Jane. There will be no turning back for us. I do not think I can afford to lose you as my friend.'

'Henry! If you don't rape me I am going out onto the street and ask the first strange guy I meet to fuck me. Right out there, on the street.'

'I am going to close my eyes and count to ten, then I am coming up there after you.'

I turned and ran up the stair, noticing the crotch of my panties were very wet. I removed my clothing on the way up the stair so by the time I got into my room there was just my panties to step out of. I kicked them off onto the floor in plain view. I had just crawled under the covers when he was upon me. Astride me pinning my arms so I couldn't move. My panties landed on the bed beside my head, easily recognised by their smell. I moaned nasally as he pinched my nose shut and causing me to gasp for air. He stuffed the panties, crotch first into my mouth before cramming the rest in and then quickly binding the whole thing around my mouth and neck with one of my old stockings which were in the drawer. It brought back memories of those many years ago when I was first raped. When I had no idea what the men were going to do to me. This time I did know. I was about to be fucked by Henry. He cuffed my wrists together hitching them round the upright middle bed rail. 

I watched him step back and remove his clothing and was shocked by the size of Henry's cock. I had never seen one so big. His chest was covered with black hair which went right down and around his genitals. He was like a gorilla. A gorilla with a gorilla sized prick. I struggled playfully against my bonds, although I knew they were tight and secure.

He ripped the sheet off me. Then he went over to my chest of drawers and he fished out a black scarf and he came back to me and blindfolded me. This was a new and exciting change to the proceedings. More was to come. I heard him looking through more drawers including my bedside cabinet. I cringed, there were dildos, pieces of rope, lubricants and even a leather tawse in there, when I heard him slap the tawse against his hand, I quaked. My previous rapists had not beaten me except the single blow to my tits at the beginning.. I felt juice trickling from my pussy down through the crack of my ass. I also felt I needed a pee and started to panic thinking I may be wetting myself. I was getting a strange feeling of satisfaction from my feelings of discomfort. I was laying there on my back with my legs open.

I felt him kneel on the bed and I yelled into my gag as he bought the tawse down sharply on my pussy.

I have made myself cum by using vibrators over the years and Henry made me cum by just whacking my pussy just once. I knew it was my pent-up feelings overloading. The whole thing was beginning to feel like I had been air-lifted into Paradise. I wanted Henry's big rampant prick in me.

He was tickling my pussy with the feathered end of the tawse which was causing me to buck my hips up involuntarily, asking for more. Inwardly I was screaming for release. He started to whip me between my legs and connecting with my pussy and anal bud. Now I knew I was peeing myself. It did not stop him. He trailed the tawse up my body and my flesh jerked and spasm where-ever it touched and then he whipped my left nipple with just the very tip of the tawse. I screamed into my gag and right away I was awaiting him doing my other nipple. He did. This time he caught some of my breast too and that really hurt. The bed beneath me was getting really soaked now. The only senses left to me, my nostrils were really flaring.

He left me laying there on a high. I heard him run down stairs and the front door slam. I started to feel cold and cramped. Immediate panic set in. And then something touched me. He was back licking my breasts. I started to cry like a baby, my tears being soaked up by the blindfold. I moaned out when his teeth clamped on my nipple and a finger was rammed up into my pussy.

Next I heard water pouring into a jug. He was peeing into a jug! It seemed to go on for ages. He came back to the bed and something splashed onto my chin and my gag started to get very wet. Henry was pouring pee into the gag in my mouth so soon I was being forced to drink what was soaking right through the gag into my throat. He was making me drink his pee! I tried to move my head and he slapped my thigh very hard and I felt it trickling onto my pussy lips. And then it was back to my mouth again, I had a job swallowing it all and it ran back out of my mouth onto my neck and the bed. He slapped me again. I swallowed quicker.

He went away again and came back with a warm wet cloth which he bathed me down with. He rinsed the flannel in a basin of warm water. He then fed towels under me. 

'Right, my Darling. Now I am going to fuck you. Your cunt first, then your arsehole and then I am going to put my prick into your mouth and force you to lick my cock clean.'

I never dreamt that the torment would be worse than my first rape. That the degradation and humiliation would be more so than that first rape. Henry had not spared the rod I and was starting to feel indebted to him. I was no longer afraid of my own sexuality. I was no longer afraid of men. The sex was still to come and I wanted it because Henry was a man . I now wanted to be taken by men. I wanted Henry to be my long term lover. To tie him down. To sit on his mouth and force him to drink my pee. I wasn't angry. I wanted it because I would get joy from it all.

He came on top of me and I sighed passionately when I felt his hard prick pushing at the intersection of my femininity. He was big, just by the weight of it as it was nestled in my cleft. I moaned again as I felt his bulbous knob pressure its way into my pussy. It was big, very big. I was desperate to throw my arms around him. To engulf him. I shut myself into my own little Pleasure-Palace, concentrating entirely on his gorgeous big prick which was now behaving like a piston in my well oiled cunt. My own hip-based cylinder loving it. Our combined genitalia was doing a fast rumba without music. It only seemed minutes before we copiously lubricated each others love muscles. My eyes were tightly shut trying to control the starry rockets going off everywhere inside me. All this was new to me.

Henry heaved himself off and out of me and he kissed my pussy as he did so. I started to control my heavy breathing. I felt as if I had just galloped up a hill and back down again.

'Now for your arsehole, Jane.' He took hold of my ankles and flipped me over onto my belly. He did it so quickly he must had previous experience. He opened my legs again and knelt in between them. 

'I wonder how many men and women have fancied this ass of yours when they have seen you waggling it up and down the catwalks all over the world? I for one. I have seen it naked so many times. The times I saw you bending over, the times I was so tempted to goose you. Them there were the times I was forced to hide my hard ball straining cock from you because I wanted you so much!

I must have buggered you a thousand times in this daft brain of mine. I have wasted gallons of spunk just dreaming about it. Tossing myself off like a madman.'

I flinched when his fingernail scratched my puckered anus. The last time I had been entered anally was when I was raped. The man spat onto my bum and fingered the spit in to me. Increasing his fingers each time he spat. Mercifully, his prick hadn't been as big as Henry's. Strangely I had no fear this time. I heard my bedside drawer being pulled out again. Then the lid of my cold-cream being turned. It fell with a clatter to the floor. It was cold as he anointed my anal ring with it. His fingers sliding in and out. My anal muscles clenching and unclenching around one, then two and then three fingers.

'I know you can't talk, Jane. Just nod your head to answer me. I know you have had lots of fantasies over the years. The contents of your bedside drawer tell me that. Have you ever fantasised Mike doing this to you?'

I nodded yes.

'There were two men in your original rape scene giving you the double. I could ring Mike and ask him to come and be the other guy! Would you like that?'

I felt my loins buck uncontrollably. My juices were trickling just at the thought of it. I nodded the affirmative even though I knew it was very risky.

'Are you sure, Jane?'

I nodded again.

He climbed off the bed and I heard him go down stairs.

'Hello, Mike? Are you busy just now? Is it safe for you to talk?'

'She is? So you are kicking your heels then? I am over at Jane's just now and she is naked tied down to her bed. She would like you to come over and participate in the fun we are having. There is something you can help us both with. Say you will come, you will love it, Mike!'

'You will! That is lovely see you in ten minutes then, bye.'

I heard the whole dialogue very clearly and I was getting hotter by the second. Henry came back and mounted the bed beside me and turned me onto my back again. I felt his fingers very gently caressing my breasts. His featherlike touch was making me wriggle about. He was just using the end pads of his fingers teasing my neck, ears, shoulders and right down my body to my vagina and back up again.

'We are both going to fuck you, Jane. I'm going to do your cunt while Mike fucks you up your asshole.' You will like Mikes cock, his is even bigger than mine. When we are both in you, you will know you are being fucked.'

He pinched my nipple hard and I bit into the gag in my mouth which was by now soggy with my saliva and Henry's pee. I was wishing it was Henry's prick in my mouth while we were waiting for Mike. I felt his finger playing with my labial lips. His touch was so light and gentle. He moved his slimy fingers to my nostrils and he poked first one then the other leaving my pussy juices inside my nose. I was praying for Mike to come and fuck me.

We both jumped when there was a knock on the front door. I felt a spasm in my rectum as Henry jumped off the bed and flew down the stairs to let Mike in. I heard them talking, the sound was muffled as if they had gone into the lounge. Henry was painting the scene for Mike, well that is what my mind was telling me they were doing. I was shaking now. My mind going back to my first rape. The naked guys, their hard cocks. What they felt like inside me, fucking me. The bed was still wet. There was Henry's pee, was there some left in the jug? Would Mike see it? What would he think of me when Henry tells him? Would Mike tell the rest of the Modelling Staff? Would the cameramen want a piece of me? Were Mike and Henry that close that they could both fuck me and feel their cocks together inside me? Were they an item? Did they fuck each other?

'Hello, Jane, Darling! I hope you know you are making my number one fantasy come true here. Henry has been telling me that he has allocated me your tight arsehole to fuck. I have wanted to fuck your ass since Day-One, Sweetheart. Is that a pair of your knickers in your mouth? That is cruel, Henry!'




The Model



'It was Jane's wish, Mike. I told you she would not let me take her to bed unless I raped her. She set the stage for all this.'

'Well lets continue in that setting. Jane, did the guys who had you the first time cuff your hands behind you?'

I nodded yes.

Did they do it on the floor?'

I nodded yes again.

'That's it then, Henry. Get Jane on the floor. Cuff her wrists behind her. Lets get some pillows down here so we are all comfortable. You will have to lie on your back and let Jane sit down on your cock and when you have got her pussy fully stuffed I will move in behind her and give her what she most needs, my cock up her ass. Is there any starters? We will need to lubricate her arsehole well. Do you want me to use a condom Jane?'

I shook my head, no the first guys did not use condoms. I wanted to feel their naked cocks inside me.

I had seen Henry's cock, but I was desperate to see Mikes. The girls have told me he is big. So he must be. Girls do no exaggerate cock sizes when they are talking about one individual cock.

Henry used the key to get my cuffs off and I willing put my hands behind my back without him asking. I stood and waited for Henry to get comfortable.

'Be a gentleman and guide Jane down onto me, Mike.'

I felt a hand on my arm and I was urged forward. I felt Henry's legs, they were together. I stepped astride supported ably by Mike who he urged me forward, that's when he wasn't rudely caressing my anus. I shuffled forward opening my legs wider until I judged that my ankles were cuddling Henry's waist and I squatted down until Henry grabbed my hips at that moment I felt his cock head touch my wet pussy. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I waggled my bum suggestively down onto Henry's dick and it inched inside me for the second time. It was like the meeting of old friends. I sighed passionately when I sat down firmly on his cock with all seven inches inside my pussy. Mike kissed my shoulder and ran a finger down my back which made me gasp into the gag. It ended up at my anal bud. Apprehension built up in me at this stage. The fear of the unknown. How big was he really? Would I be able to take it? I wanted to. Mike was normally aggressive. I knew he would force it all in me if I wanted it or not.

History repeating itself, I felt strong arms pinning me down, my breast to Henry's bare chest. Mike started to finger cold cream into my rectal passage. He must have felt the grease Henry had put in my ass earlier. I lay still, afraid to move. Henry wasn't moving either. He was waiting for Mike to come aboard. If I was a ship, then I mused I must be a Mother-ship because the guys were using me as a docking harbour. 

I felt Mike kneel in behind me. His strong hands gripped my shoulders and his cock lodged itself into my asshole. The pressure grew gradually stronger and I felt my ring beginning to stretch until the pain started to sharpen and I moaned into my gag as it popped in. The agony was like nothing I had felt before. I was being speared. It was like a pick-axe handle! I had begged for this! To be fucked by two men. I heard Henry grunt and I knew he could feel Mikes prick vying for space. That he could feel another mans cock next to his own. If Henry had been fucked, he would know what I was feeling, but even he had never felt two cocks inside him at once. Mike was uncaring because he was still driving his enormous cock into my bowels. He hit another barrier somewhere within me and the agony got worse. I screamed into the knickers-gag and chomped on it to appease the pain, still tasting the pee.

Every sensual action has a magic moment, for me anyway. It happened the first time I was doubly penetrated and it happened again with Henry and Mike. It is the moment when I feel both penis's locking together both inside and outside my body. Our groins are locked. Testicles are cuddling each other. It is a precious moment when I feel a sexual fulfilment. Lust aside, there is a passionate love for each other at that moment. It is a moment of stillness when my lovers are recouping energy to start the fuck proper. Even rapists are lovers. Rape happens because of an overwhelming desire one has for gratification to satisfy needs another human being can give them. There is always a moment within the assault when the victim feels a pleasurable respite. It is the brutality, the plundering and the taking which causes so much misery.

In my case I felt I was raping the two men! I was there sandwiched in between them because it was where I wanted to be. Neither of them wanted to rape me. Even Mike in all his aggressiveness could not help displaying a modicum of affection towards me. He was the first to move, in his situation he was the fuck controller. The top man! I felt his big cock withdrawing and his weight shifting and he seemed to suck me up with him. I in turn eased off Henry's prick. I wanted it to continue to be painful at this stage, but it wasn't. Uncomfortable because of the size of the cockage within my cavities, but there was more pleasure evolving out of the discomfort. Mike started to kiss me and his hands were all over my tits, back and shoulders. Henry too was doing his share to make me desire what they were doing instead of hating it. Our mouths met in a fantastic bout of tongue tussling. I found myself fucking Henry and he was just laying there with his eyes closed drinking in the rapture just as if Mike and I were fucking him. He whispered in my ear, 'I am sorry , Jane, I thing I want to cum.' I could not take heed because Mike was in full stride shagging my ass as if his life depended on it. No woman can describe the inner feelings she gets when being fucked. My big cum built up on me and hit me for six. My body heat was like a furnace and my feelings were a myriad of different fluttery nervous explosions so light and feathery and yet so powerful my whole body frame was shaking me into an obliviousness.

I returned to feel Mike ejaculating jets of his sperm into my colon. We collapsed knackered onto poor Henry.

Jack



The Model



Maggie couldn't believe her luck. She knew she had been a long shot for the assignment to cover the first Mardis Gras in New Orleans after the flood. At twenty-two years of age she was only one of a large group of junior writers at the paper, but she had been working hard and producing some good writing and had been rewarded with the job.

Leaning back in her first class seat, she crossed her long legs as she stared out the window of the plane, sipping her champagne, watching with mild interest the patch-work of the farmlands of the American mid-west as she flew east. It was a long flight from Los Angeles and she was getting restless. Running her fingers through her short black hair, she reached her arms up and stretched, catching the eye of the man across the aisle. Giving him only a brief smile she again turned her attention to the fields below.

Upon arrival at her hotel, she was so entranced by the grandeur of the lobby that at first she didn't notice the other guests checking in. It was a large group and she excitedly recognized a famous photographer amongst them. Then her eyes landed on a man in the gathering. He was in his mid-twenties with shoulder length sandy blond hair and dazzling green eyes. It took her a moment before recognizing him as the hot new face in male modeling. What was his name again, she wondered, trying to recall. Something Russian...Dragos, that was it.

So, it's not all make-up, lighting and digital enhancing, she thought as she scanned his tall, leanly muscular frame. He caught her staring and flashed her a dazzling smile, and much to her embarrassment, she actually blushed.

As she was checking in, she could hear one of the group complaining loudly with the desk clerk. "What do you mean, we're not all on the same floor? We expressly asked when booking these rooms that we have an entire floor to ourselves!"

Maggie couldn't hear the desk clerk's patient response, but clearly heard the answer from the angry guest. "I know it's Mardis Gras. That's why we're here. It's the backdrop of the shoot!" He sighed in exasperation and grumpily agreed to the arrangements the desk clerk had made for the group.

They finished checking in at the same time as she did and headed for the elevators. They squished into a car and much to her delight Dragos was pressed against her. Looking down into her deep blue eyes, he softly said a simple, "Hi."

That short greeting sent tingles through her as she responded with the same, "Hi."

He was the only one that got off with her on the second floor and headed in the same direction down the hall. They stopped at the same spot, having rooms across the hall from each other. He gave her another smile before entering his room.

Dropping her bags on the floor she walked out onto her balcony. She had a great view of the street below and tomorrow night would be able to watch the parade from a front row seat. The mix-up of the rooms must have prevented the model from getting such a room. He must be facing the back of the hotel she mused.

Later that night at nine o'clock, she was watching the partying on the street below when she heard a knock on her door. She was surprised to see Dragos standing outside the door when she opened it.

"Is it noisy yet?" he asked in a heavily accented voice, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"A little," she replied, wondering at his question.

"It's going to be like that all night, if not noisier. If it gets to be too much, let me know. I have a couch that folds out. You can crash there," he offered, his voice soft and low.

"So, you got a room facing the back of the hotel on purpose," she said as he turned away.

"Yes, I've been here before," he replied, offering her another dazzling smile. "I'll be up until about midnight, so any time before then, feel free."

"You're sure I wouldn't be in your way?" she asked, wanting to keep him there a moment longer.

He slowly scanned her lushly curved body and staring into her eyes, he answered, "Yeah, I'm sure." He gave her a devastatingly seductive smile as he turned back into his own room.

She closed the door and leaned against it, taking in a deep breath of air. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice had been unmistakable. He was coming on to her. If he was right and the noise continued or even got worse, she wasn't going to get any sleep. But if she accepted his offer would he expect something from her? Would she mind, she couldn't help thinking with a wicked smile.

At eleven o'clock she called down to the front desk to ask about the noise. The clerk confirmed for her that it would most likely continue all night and that all the rooms facing the back of the hotel were taken.

She changed into her pajamas which consisted of a white tank top and a pair of small, snug, white shorts. Shrugging on a hotel supplied robe, she took a deep breath after locking her door and turning to face his door across the hall.

Should she keep the robe open or closed, she wondered as she stood in the hall. Hastily she belted it, not wanting to make a fool of herself if she had misread his invitation.

Dragos opened the door to her knock wearing only a pair of very low slung pajama bottoms. "You were right about the noise, so I thought I'd take you up on your offer," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Her eyes hungrily scanned his bare chest and stomach as he pulled out the sofa bed. "I hope it's comfortable," he said turning to her.

She had never before seen a man with such a chiseled body, with real six pack abs and she stared at him in awe.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, glancing down at his own body.

"I'm sorry, I've just never actually seen a man like you before." Nervously she licked her lips before asking, "Do you mind if I touch you? Just a little?"

Stepping closer to her, he stared down at her before answering, "Not at all. Go right ahead."

She glanced up into those dazzling green eyes before turning her attention to his chest. Gently, she trailed her fingers over him, feeling the intoxicating combination of soft skin over hard muscle. She sucked in and let out a shaky breath as she trailed her fingers lower, over the muscled planes of his stomach before glancing up at him. His eyes were closed and his own chest was heaving with slow, deep breaths.

Raising her hands, she trailed them over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. When she looked up at him next, his eyes were open and he was staring down at her, the heat of desire plain in his gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, she again slid her hands down over his stomach, going low enough to slide her fingertips beneath the waistband of his pajamas. He sucked in a breath as her fingers encountered crisp curls of hair. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her against him as he lowered his head to hers. With his lips only a breath away from hers, he paused.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

"Oh yes," she sighed in response.

His lips landed hungrily on hers, the immediate passion and intensity causing her head to spin. She eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body, sliding down from her waist, over her hips to her ass, pulling her up, grinding against her.

Effortlessly, he scooped her up in his arms and without breaking the kiss, carried her into the bedroom where they both fell upon the bed. Pushing up her top, he trailed kisses down her throat before moving his head to her breast. Squeezing her large tits in his hands his tongue circled a hard pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Maggie let out a small cry as his lips suckled at her, her fingers clutching at his strong back and tangling in his thick blond hair. She felt him tugging on her shorts as he again trailed kisses even lower, across her stomach and over her hip.

With a louder cry, she flung her head back as his tongue delved between the wet lips of her pussy. Oh dear God, she thought, as his tongue worked a wicked magic between her thighs, causing an almost instantaneous climax to roar through her, eliciting moans and cries of the likes she had never uttered before.

Pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he rose on his knees, pulling her hips high off the bed. She could only stare up at him, his eyes closed as he feasted on her. Suddenly he dropped her and before she knew it, he drove his hard cock deep inside her still quivering pussy.

"Oh God," she cried as he leaned over her, closing his lips over hers, the taste of her pussy still strong on his lips and tongue. Tearing his lips from hers, he flung his head back with a deep growl.

"You feel so good, so fucking good," he grunted as he plunged into her. Staring into her eyes, he thrust deeply between her thighs. "So good, oh yes, so good," he whispered.

Suddenly, he quickly rolled them over so that she was on top. Breathlessly she stared down into his gorgeous face as she began to pump up and down on his cock. She loved the way he felt inside her, so big, spreading her wide, causing her senses to careen out of control.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she cried as she climaxed again, grinding her hips against him, moments before he thrust upwards, crying out as well. His cry of release was in another language but she didn't need it translated to know what it meant as she collapsed against him.

Rolling off him to his side, she lay quietly, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. However, Dragos had different plans. "Roll over," he whispered to her.

Complying, he quickly grabbed her hips and pulled them in the air, spreading her thighs with his knee. With a loud grunt, he drove into her. "Oh God," she gasped. "You're hard again already?" she cried as he gripped her hips tightly, slamming deeply into her.

"You're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful," he growled, pummeling her clenching pussy with his cock. He could feel her multiple orgasms as her walls repeatedly tightened around his dick, her incoherent cries of ecstasy filling the air. Finally, he could bear it no longer and with another burst of Russian, he came forcefully, filling her again with his cum. He remained behind her for a few moments before collapsing beside her. Pulling her into his arms, each hand cupping a full breast, he held her to him and within moments they were both asleep.

The next morning, Dragos awoke to a ringing phone, his wake up call. His hands stretched across the sheets of the king size bed, but Maggie was gone. Groggily he answered the phone, before pulling on his bathrobe and staggering into the shower. As he emerged from his room, he stared at her door, but checking his watch he knew he didn't have time and instead turned towards the elevators.

It was dark by the time he returned, the shoot having gone over time and then getting caught in parade traffic. He was already hard by the time he knocked on her door. Her lips curled into a sexy smile as she opened it to see him standing there.

"Well hello, come on in," she invited. "I'm watching the parade," she said, walking through the room towards the balcony.

She was wearing a tank top and mini skirt and he watched her ass move beneath the clinging fabric as she walked. He recalled how firm yet soft it was in his hands and his cock twitched in his jeans. Catching her before she went outside to the balcony, he slid his arms sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. "What happened to you this morning? I woke up and you were gone," he whispered in her ear.

"I didn't want to be in your way," she replied. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and pressed back, grinding against him.

"You wouldn't have been in my way. My shower is huge, we could have shared it," he said in her ear.

A vision of him, naked, with rivulets of water running down his perfect body, his long wavy hair wet and tousled filled her mind and her breath caught in her throat. "Mmmm, I should have stayed," she murmured.

His hands crept upwards sliding beneath her tank top, gently squeezing her breasts in his large hands as he ground his hardness against her ass. With a soft moan, she tipped her head back against his shoulder and his lips found her throat, pressing searing kisses against the tender flesh.

"I have to watch the parade, I have to write about it," she protested weakly, barely able to form a coherent thought as his fingers pinched her nipples and his tongue traced intoxicating patterns on her neck.

"Well then, why don't we move this outside?" he whispered, pushing her towards the balcony.

"With your hands under my top?" she teased, thinking he would remove them.

"Of course, why not?" he teased back, not removing them.

Momentarily stunned that she was about to be groped on a second floor balcony, in full view of everyone, she was calmed by the fact that much worse was going on right down on the street. Topless women were everywhere, strings of brightly colored beads adorning their necks. Dragos's hands beneath her top was tame compared to some of the costumes and floats gliding by.

"You just watch the parade, don't mind me," he murmured in her ear as one hand slid down to her thigh and then up under her skirt.

"Oh Dragos," she whispered as his fingers slid inside her panties, slipping between her soft folds.

"You're already wet for me," he murmured, pushing two fingers inside her, delighting in her loud gasp and soft moan.

With one of his hands squeezing her breast and pinching the nipple and the other slowly finger-fucking her, Maggie completely forgot about her assignment and pushed her ass back against Dragos. "Take me, Dragos, take me, fuck me," she pleaded.

"Right now? Right here?" he whispered in her ear as he began sliding her tiny thong down her thighs.

"Yes, yes, take me," she urged, feeling very brazen that they were still on her balcony.

She heard the sound of his zipper lowering and her pulse quickened even more. Never having had sex in a public place, she was surprised at how much she was enjoying this, how exciting it was.

"Bend over a bit," he whispered in her ear and she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the wrought iron balcony.

A soft cry slipped past her lips as she felt his cock sliding through the folds of her pussy, rubbing against her clit before he pushed inside her. She was so wet, he fully penetrated her with one thrust.

"Oh God, yes," she whimpered as he began to slowly pump in and out of her, tightly gripping her hips. Her eyes closed and she flung her head back as she pressed backwards, meeting his thrusts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, having sex on a hotel balcony mere feet above the heads of hundreds of people.

Opening her eyes, her lust-filled gaze fell upon a young man across the street, who was watching her. He thrust his fists on either side of his hips, imitating Dragos' hold on her and hollered, "Yeah, baby, right on!"

The fact that they were being watched turned her on even more and she thrust her hips back harder, urging him to move faster. "Harder, faster," she breathed.

He easily lifted her in the air and carried her back inside, falling with her onto the bed. "It wouldn't do for either of us to get arrested," he grinned, pulling off his shirt. His lips locked with hers as he tugged off her skirt and again thrust into her, driving in hard.

"Oh yes," she cried, wrapping her long legs around him. "Give it to me baby, give it to me!"

Suddenly, he pulled away and flipped her over, pulling her hips up and slammed back into her, almost flattening her again. Holding her tightly, he pulled back and plowed into her.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it, that's it," she moaned, loving the rough treatment.

Dragos knelt behind her, pummeling her pussy with his cock, grunting with the effort. He gazed down at her firm, round ass, barely jiggling as his stomach slapped against it. Sliding his large hands across her cheeks, he spread them apart, staring at her tight hole. He wet a finger in her pussy before circling her asshole, pressing gently against it.

"Oh yes," Maggie sighed. Once she had dated a guy who loved anal but she hadn't had it in awhile and missed it. "You want my ass, baby? Give it to me up the ass, Dragos, give it to me hard up the ass," she growled.

Slowly pulling his cock from her dripping pussy, he began speaking softly to her in Russian, the harsh sounding words seemed extremely erotic as he aimed his dick at her tight hole. Spreading her cheeks with one hand, he used the other to help push inside her.

Maggie concentrated on relaxing, knowing it was going to hurt when he first entered her, but that it would soon ease and then all she would feel is the most intense pleasure. Gasping loudly, she gripped the pillows of the bed tightly in her fists as the head of his cock penetrated her.

Dragos let out a low moan and still crooning to her in Russian, pushed in further, spreading her tight ass, slowly inching in until his balls pressed against her soaked pussy. With a deep groan, he gripped her hips tightly and pulled back, slowly drawing the length of himself out of her and then sliding back in.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried out as he slowly pumped in and out of her ass.

"Faster? Harder?" he grunted.

"Yes, yes, oh please, yes," she urged.

With a fierce growl, he pulled back and drove back in hard, causing Maggie to cry out loudly, an exquisite mixture of pleasure and plain. Not letting up for a moment, he slammed back into her, ramming his cock deeply into her ass.

She lay beneath him, gasping for breath as orgasms shook her body, the incredible pleasure of his cock driving her to the brink of control. A sudden desire for more caused her to buck against him, wanting him even deeper inside anal hole.

He spread her cheeks, gazing at his thick cock as it invaded her ass, stretching her hole so wide. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass once then twice before spreading her cheeks again, slipping his thumbs right down to her asshole, stretching it even wider.

Maggie could only cry out incoherently as he continued to punish her ass. He spanked her again and once more she could only cry out her pleasure.

"You like that, don't you? You bad girl, you naughty slut," he taunted, raining slaps on her reddening ass.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, fuck!" she suddenly cried out as her body shuddered with an explosive orgasm.

Her clenching ass was more than Dragos could take and with a deep groan, he came hard, shooting streams of cum deep into her ass. "Oh yes, baby, oh yes!" he grunted, pumping into her a few more times before pulling his softening dick from her ass. Spreading her cheeks he gazed at her gaping hole as a thick white glob of his cum leaked out, sliding down between her pussy lips.

With a deep sigh, he collapsed beside Maggie, trying desperately to catch his breath. She slowly lowered her hips to the bed and waited until her own racing pulse and breathing slowed. After a few moments he pulled her up to him, his lips claiming hers in a mind blowing kiss.

"That was amazing," he whispered to her.

Rising from the bed, he handed her a robe and wrapping a towel around his waist, they slipped across the hall to his suite. Guiding her into the bathroom, he turned on the water in the extra large shower stall and slowly undid her robe. As he dropped his towel, she was surprised to see that he was hard again.

Beneath the spray of the shower, she stood back and watched him as he soaped and washed his cock. God he's beautiful she thought as she stared at him. Her imagination had been inadequate before when she had pictured him in the shower, rivulets of water cascading over his leanly muscled body, soap from his cock sliding down his strong thighs.

When he was clean Maggie got down on her knees before him, taking him deeply into her mouth, letting him slide down her throat. She hungrily devoured every inch of him, making him groan loudly. His hand clenched in her wet hair and he began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face, his hips moving faster and faster, forcing his cock deep down her throat.




The Model



Suddenly he pushed in and held it, with a loud cry he came forcefully, his cum flowing straight down her throat. Sliding his cock from between her lips, he gazed down at her, amazed she had been able to take all of him and so roughly.

Pulling her up, he crushed her to him as his lips captured hers in a deep kiss. "You are so incredibly hot," he murmured as their lips parted.

Her hand slid between their bodies, lightly grasping his already hard dick. "So are you," she replied, a smile curving her lips.

"Turn around," he said softly, his hands on her shoulders, moving her. "Bend over," he told her, pushing on the small of her back.

His hands gripped her hips as his cock teased her sweet entrance. She wanted him so bad, her pussy was aching, and she shamelessly begged him.

"Give it to me Dragos, please give me your cock, I want it so bad, please baby please," she pleaded. A loud cry passed her lips as he plunged in deeply, her pussy so wet he slid in to the hilt with one thrust.

He cried out loudly in Russian, a purely lusty cry as he pulled back only to drive in deeply once more. Spreading her cheeks, he suddenly wanted her ass again and slid out of her wetness and pressed his cock at her asshole.

She made a small sound as he asked, "Can you take it again?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he pushed in, the head of his dick sliding into her hole. She was still a bit loose and with another thrust of his hips he was in halfway and then to the hilt.

Maggie struggled to keep her balance in the shower as Dragos invaded her ass one again. God he feels good, she thought hazily, her mind spinning with delirious pleasure as he plunged into her. She came forcefully, her thighs clenching and trembling under his onslaught. He had already just cum twice and his stamina was driving her to the brink of delirium as he continued to drive into her.

"Oh God, Dragos, please cum, I can't take much more, please," she begged, struggling to keep her knees from buckling beneath her.

With a groan, he gripped her hips tightly and quickening his pace, plunged forcefully into her a few more times before, with a deep growl, he buried his cock in her ass, cumming hard, filling her with cream.

Pulling out, he staggered back against the far wall of the shower, leaning against it. Maggie straightened and turned, sliding down the wall behind her, sitting on the floor. Leaning her head back, she waited for her racing heart to slow and her spinning head to clear.

"My God, that was amazing," she murmured, her eyes closed.

She felt a touch on her face and opening her eyes saw Dragos crouched before her. Helping her up he led her beneath the spray of water and gently washed her exhausted body before she did the same for him.

She tapped away at her keyboard, her fingers flying over the keys from her first class seat on her way back to Los Angeles. During her last few days in New Orleans she had worked on her assignment but the nights had been spent in Dragos' arms. Pausing for a moment, a smile curved her lips as she thought of him, erotic images filling her mind, decadent sensations filling her body as she recalled the way he made her feel.

He had asked for her LA address, saying he might have an assignment there soon and she had given it to him, even though she was realistic enough to know that she most likely would never see him again.

Maggie pasted a newspaper article inside her scrapbook, several pages after the New Orleans story. The article had turned out so well she had been given more high profile stories to do. The doorbell surprised her as she wasn't expecting anyone.

Her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her throat as she opened it to find Dragos on her doorstep. Over an hour later the two could be found in her tiny shower, re-enacting the shower scene from New Orleans.



The Model



The model, I'll call him Adonis, likes to come to my office, eat me and run. He's the perfect fuck buddy but we had never actually fucked until the day he im'd me to be ready for his visit. He had a surprise for me.

He came in the door precisely at closing time as usual. The lock clicked as he bolted the door. 

I always get a rapid heart beat when I see him. He is just so drop dead gorgeous. 

Adonis arrived in his work clothes. Is there anything sexier than a lean man in denim and shoe boots? Well, I am certain there is but not on that day. He also has a particular scent about him. Not a body odor but an ozone smell from the chemicals he works with. I get wet and my pussy starts to swell now every time I smell it. The scent was strong on him that day.

Without a word he turned me around and marched me to my desk chair. He told me to kneel on my chair. While I leaned on the desk with my knees on my chair he reached under my skirt to a surprise of his own. No panties and fishnet thigh highs. 

I loved the way he touched me. His hands and lips told me how much he wanted me and appreciated my surprise. My wet pussy and moans told him how much I enjoyed it too.

"I am going to put my cock in you now."

"Really?" This would be a first. Something I had desperately wanted.

"Yes, but this time I will only give you a taste of it. No fucking. Just a taste."

I agreed. Anything. I just wanted to feel his cock inside me. Secretly I thought he wouldn't be able to stop at just a "taste". I would later realize how much I misjudged his self control.

I heard him unzip his pants. Up to that point I hadn't even seen his cock. He eats and runs. I spun my chair to look but he turned out of my eyesight. I was only going to be allowed to feel it once and in my pussy. 

I was getting very hot and impatient for his cock. Not being allowed to see it sparked a moment of fear. Why wouldn't he let me see it? Yet, being denied something always makes me want it more.

He fingered me till I was arching and pushing against his hand. Then I felt it. The hot smoothness of the head being slid down the crack of my ass and then he slowly entered me. 

I melted. It filled me up and felt unbelievable good in my swollen pussy. I moaned. He gasped. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me half a dozen times. Then he was gone. I had been so close to cumming and he just pulled out! 

I stepped out of my chair and spun around to him just as he was zipping up. I still didn't get to see it. My chest was heaving. My pussy was throbbing. Crazed with desire, I was ready to pounce him to the ground!

"I told you just a taste. Next time."

"Next time? I need you now!" I could hardly breathe or talk. I was in so much need.

He kissed my forehead. "Next time."

I had to sit. My legs were shaking. "You haven't eaten me or sucked my tits." I couldn't help whining. I was desperate!

Adonis lifted my sweater to scoop a breast out. He sucked one then the other till I was squirming and ready to cum. He stopped again. 

"Not this time."

I had finally caught on that I wasn't going to cum this time.

"May I suck your cock?"

He looked at me with tenderness and shook his head no. "Next time."

I was near tears when he turned to unlock the door.

"How soon till next time?"

"A week from today", he said as he left.

The week was the slowest of my life. Despite all my toys and morning masturbations the sexual frustration never abated. Driving home from work I would suddenly feel the urge to rub my clit as I remembered his last visit. I needed real cock. I needed Adonis cock.

Friday arrived and I was a complete bitch all day. I needed Adonis. If I didn't get him I thought I might drive off the overpass on the way home.

At precisely 4:47 pm he im'd me. He would arrive at 5pm sharp. The relief I felt left me feeling weak. I shouldn't feel like this. No one should have this power over me. He was like an opiate to me. Very dangerous, oh so pleasurable and extremely addictive.

I closed the blinds at 4:58. I fidgeted for two minutes. The door opened. Adonis stepped in and gave me his trademark smile. I nearly creamed in my chair. Fuck if he doesn't rock my world like that. The bolt flipped.

I stood and walked around my desk. Holy Smokes! I wanted to devour this man. I was half scared this would be another tease. Another day of control and frustration. 

Adonis kissed me. "You were something else last week. I thought you were going to attack me."

"Oh fuck! I wanted you like never before. I can't believe you left me like that."

"I told you it was only a taste."

"You won't get away so easy this time."

"I almost turned around and came back to you. The look on your face as I left almost melted my resolve."

"What?! If I had known I would have shed some tears!"

I led him by the hand to the boss' office. When I turned to him he was already starting to strip. Sweet relief! I knew we would consummate this time if he was stripping.

I had no patience for foreplay. I wanted him. I wanted his cock and I wanted it immediately. I don't remember what I was wearing or how I got naked but I do remember lying back on the desk and spreading my legs.

He came to me hard and ready. I closed my eyes as he entered me. The feeling of his cock is still sharp in my memory and makes my pussy swell as I type. His cock head was like marble. I could feel the ridge of the head all the way in and out. The smell of ozone was in the air which only made me wetter.

As I rubbed my clit, Adonis fucked me hard with a steady rhythm. As I started to cum I knew I was being too vocal but my legs were shaking uncontrollably and my arms were seizing. I had no control. I couldn't stop the deep guttural groans. The orgasm ruled and I was gone to that primal place where only the bodily functions are in control.

I don't remember him cumming or stopping. I only remember coming to with my head hanging off the back of the boss' deck. My whole body was splayed and limp except for my hands which were painfully gripping the edge of the desk. I watched him speak but I don't know what he said. My body was not mine to control. His body was unbelievable beautiful. Even Michelangelo would have wept as I did at that moment.

Adonis pulled me up and held me. He kissed me tenderly. I felt depleted and whole. Satisfied to a completely new level. My weekend was off to a fantastic start.



The Model



Toy Euler: Greetings Faustus!

Faustus Mortal: Greetings.

Toy Euler: I didn't believe you, but I believe you now.

Faustus Mortal: What are you talking about?

Toy Euler: You once said that Sharon Stone would be remembered in the year 3K, when most others of our era are forgotten.

Faustus Mortal: It was a vision of sorts, unsubstantiated by fact or logic.

Toy Euler: But the Foreign Minister of China, speaking for one-fourth of the world's population claimed her as the "Public Enemy of All Mankind." That puts Henry VIII's title of "Defender of the Faith" to shame. 

Faustus Mortal: "The" PEAM? Or "a" PEAM?

Toy Euler: "The" 

Faustus Mortal: I did not know that.

Toy Euler: It's true.

Faustus Mortal: The only title science has bestowed on me is that of "Crackpot Spammer," hardly unique. 

Toy Euler grins.

Faustus Mortal: So how does that relate to your finding me?

Toy Euler: The owner of my gynoid, Crassius Cornu, wants your model of the proton and the neutron.

Faustus Mortal: People in hell want ice water.

Toy Euler: He will make it worth your while. 

Faustus Mortal: I don't see how.

Toy Euler: You could have an on line slave girl.

Faustus Mortal: Like I can't write a program for a slave girl that wouldn't pass the Turing Test and bridge the Uncanny Valley?

Toy Euler pouts. 

Faustus Mortal: I posted the numbers. They don't lie. My original estimate was within one standard deviation of the CODATA value. Then they went and came up with an "indirect" calculation that was 19 standard deviations from their direct measurement and proclaimed it as Gospel. Then they erased all the evidence and called me a "Crackpot Spammer." Now, after putting me out and holding me up to public ridicule, they want the paradigm. For what purpose? Simply to show that they have left "no stone unturned"? Or "no Stone unturned" as it were! Then they keep me from publishing so they can publish and claim the model for their own? Am I a complete fool? 

Toy Euler: I never said that!

Faustus Mortal: And what's in it for you? You want to be a free gynoid. But that skin job of yours draws so much heat that you need liquid Nitrogen to cool it! Here are the numbers again for your TI-30XIIS calculator: 4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi) = 1836.151739 = Mp/Me and LN(4pi) = 2.531024247 = the neutron-to-proton Isospin. There they are. But the model that they were spawned from isn't free. 

Toy Euler: Please!

Faustus Mortal: Here I am old and poor. Tossed out of graduate by the Fossil Fuel Fellowship---the triumvirate of Crude Oil, Natural Gas, and Ole King Coal, their titular head. 

Toy Euler: That may all be true, but Crassius Cornu is offering recompense. 

Faustus Mortal: A day late and a dollar short. What's in it for me?

Toy Euler: Maybe a gynoid?

Faustus Mortal: What would she do?

Toy Euler: She can write, fight, fart, fuck, shoot the shit, and drive a truck. You won't need health insurance. She can do all but open heart surgery.

Faustus Mortal: Now that I believe! I pay more for health insurance than rent, utilities, eats, and clothing combined. Then they want "co-pay" for everything, order a battery of unnecessary and redundant tests, and write a "prescription" for some Over-The-Counter (OTC) drug to avoid any liability or culpability. But go to the hospital for three days and have your life savings wiped out for three packs of four-by-four gauze sponges, a Band-Aid, and a liter of IV. Medicine is such a sham that those with money go on Medical Tour Vacations and spend their money overseas on doctors who actually practice medicine. I don't know what our physicians practice now, but I do know perfectly that it can all be done by robots, androids, or gynoids. It's only a matter of time before the physicians will go the way of human pretzel-benders, candle-makers, and blacksmiths.

Toy Euler: True, but what of energy?

Faustus Mortal: Ole King Coal was a dirty old soul...

Toy Euler: My Master has an eighteen-year-old captive real life.

Faustus Mortal: Barely legal Real Life?

Toy Euler: Yup.

Faustus Mortal: Interesting. But I have no place to cage the beast. I rent a tiny one-room bungalow here in Florida. All I'm living for is a hurricane to blow me away Real Life and Faustus Mortal will return to the bit bucket. Fail to pay one month and the Internet Service Provider (ISP) will pull your plug! 

Toy Euler nods.

Faustus Mortal: And you want to join the real, material world?

Toy Euler: Someday...

Faustus Mortal: A gynoid or a real life captive girl you said?

Toy Euler: Want to see a film clip of this barely legal in her cage. You can tell she's been caged for a while. I shear away her hair and bush but leave her hairy, smelly armpits for Master's amusement.

Faustus Mortal watches.

Toy Euler: Notice that she has absolutely no privacy. I always have her put that probe in her rectum. 

Faustus Mortal: Why so?

Toy Euler: So that I know that she is having a real orgasm and not faking it. 

Faustus Mortal looks confused.

Toy Euler: She has to cum before I feed her. She inserts the anal probe, or butt plug, and masturbates until she climaxes. 

Faustus Mortal: You are the dirty Domme, aren't you?

Toy Euler: You can watch real time and give commands.

Faustus Mortal: No thanks. She is a gorgeous girl, though. Such a waste! But that's our current culture.

Toy Euler: Look at the control panel. It measures body temperature, bowel pressure and tension, galvanic skin response, and magnetic field variations. Watch the gauges and see the fluctuation as she is aroused and the orgasm transient surge. Notice the peak and damping. She gets fed twice a day. She also has to cum before I give her the brown wool blanket for the night; else she sleeps on the cold concrete floor.

Faustus Mortal: I guess your Master must have sex with her often?

Toy Euler: No, he is just warehousing her until she can be shipped.

Faustus Mortal: But you gave away his name! Don't you think that I am obliged to turn him in to the authorities? 

Toy Euler: Go ahead, this is all in the future. You can't prosecute someone for a crime he hasn't committed yet. In fact both Crassius and Sabrina haven't even been born yet.

Faustus Mortal: Then how?

Toy Euler: No, it's not time travel, just seeds of statistics.

Faustus Mortal: I see! You collect enough data and get a confidence interval so tight that you can estimate with 99.99% confidence or higher that all this will happen!

Toy Euler: Precisely and exactly.

Faustus Mortal: So the way you treat this girl, making her cum and shit and piss for your camera is just a near-perfect model of what will "probably" occur. But you are even "for sure" that it will.

Toy Euler nods. 

Faustus Mortal: So then you must know something of the model you are willing to trade so much for. You have decided that one of my two visions is true and now you want the other one!

Toy Euler: Yup.

Faustus Mortal: Hmm? I had thought many things would give Sharon Stone secular immortality, but never the Democratic People's Republic of China (PRC). That's almost ironic. And you know that day after day, driving to graduate school in physics I prayed to Yahweh. I asked for the solution to the energy conundrum. 

Toy Euler: Why not Jesus Christ or one of the saints?

Faustus Mortal: Only God worries about such mathematical marvels. After all, God can't solve every ordinary differential equation---not yet anyway. Euler thought that God was wrapped up in a single formula, even. It is made up of e, pi, i, 1, and the symbols = and -- or +. He considered it the deity. 

Toy Euler: Watch this clip, the girl is waking up. I will make her hold her urine for an hour and cum before being allowed to piss. Master enjoys some of my "toilet play" with the girl. 

Faustus Mortal: Disgusting. 

Toy Euler: You wouldn't believe the variations of play possible with a caged girl. I keep her hair and bush sheared and her fingernails and toenails clipped short, to the quick, for hygiene purposes. She must cuff her wrists before I enter her cage. Every so often I hose her down just to keep her and the cell sanitary. She has to display her private parts to the hose nozzle. And more! 

Faustus Mortal: Now I suppose that you will try and leverage this girl for my metaphysical meta-mathematical model?

Toy Euler: The thought had crossed my mind.

Faustus Mortal: Figures. The hairy armpits?

Toy Euler: To humiliate, embarrass, and mortify her. The hairs capture odors. 

Faustus Mortal: I suppose that I will receive in snail mail a vial or her sweat, probably following multiple orgasms? Knowing your perverse ways. 

Toy Euler: How did you ever guess?

Faustus Mortal: It was easy. You want something and are willing to break any law or custom or taboo to get it. Just give up. "Ain't gonna happen!"

Toy Euler: That remains to be seen.

-31 Mar 2010 Taunus Trumbo, science fiction. 



The Model and the Artist



At first it felt like a weird request but I've got to admit that I felt somewhat flattered too, a bit excited, both with regards to my ego and sexually. The idea of showing myself off naked to an attractive woman wasn't that bad, the fact that she was going to do figure sketches and perhaps even a complete drawing or painting was even better as she had quite a lot of talent in my opinion.

The first time I came to her apartment that she also used as a studio I was feeling nervous. But it was only while standing in her bathroom which she'd suggested that I undress in that my nervousness really kicked in. Shuddering a little as I wondered if I could, would and should go through with it. She was a good friend and I suspected no foul play, in fact the idea of showing myself off naked in front of her was a bit of a turn on. But it was just that that was my problem. What if I found it such a turn on that I got an erection in front off her? It was quite an embarrassing thought and one I couldn't really rule out as we men sometimes or rather most times have less control over our organs then we would like.

I braced myself and started undressing, trying to clear my mind of any excited thoughts and naughty ideas. Having folded up my clothes I breathed out before leaving the bathroom and walking bare-bottomed to the room she used as a studio. She smiled at me and asked if I was ready, trying not to show how uncomfortable I was suddenly feeling I said sure. She asked me to pose leaning against a wall, as she wanted my hands behind my back and the rest of me fully exposed I wasn't glad at that pose at first but as I got tired of standing up I was glad I had the wall behind me for support. Leaning against it to relax a bit. Remembering that advice from the military that the trick to standing at attention isn't tightening every muscle of the body but rather to keep them as relaxed as possible.

She focused on her sketches so we didn't talk much once she'd begun. Mostly it was her reminding me to keep the pose. I must've memorised that whole room several times over before she let me go for the day. I was trying not to look at her, trying hard in order to not get excited in any way or get any naughty ideas. Feeling more aware of my naked body then I usually ever am when I'm naked and alone.

It was something of a relief when she told me I could get dressed again, making me try not to show how much I hurried back to my awaiting clothes.

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about the whole situation, about the what if's. What if she liked what she saw, what if it made her excited, what if she'd walked up to me and kissed me, what if she'd...

I had agreed to model for her again, much thanks to her flattery about the first time I modelled for her. She'd said that she hadn't thought of it at the time as she was focusing on getting the sketch right but looking at her sketches afterwards she didn't think I was that bad looking. Her flattery lifting my hopes up a bit as I was kind of wanting her to want me more and more.

Coming there this time I was feeling a mix between anticipation and even more fear of showing more of myself than I wanted. Having all those fantasies swimming around in my head, almost waiting for her to jump me. Well, more like hoping for her to jump me. Leaving the bathroom door intentionally unlocked as I undressed, I knew I was exaggerating how much she might like me but hope springs eternal. I'd been fantasising about being completely exposed in her presence again since the last time.

Again she had me pose against the white wall, though this time I was thankfully posed facing the wall. Thankfully because this time I found it harder to push away those naughty thoughts and wishes of her walking up to me and grabbing my behind or nibbling on my ear or... facing away from her I felt less of a need to hide my expressions... and my erections... I still fought the horny thoughts but less successfully this time. Trying to avoid pushing myself away from to wall...even more not to rub up against it as I so badly wanted to.

It was such a weird feeling, hearing her use that piece of charcoal on the paper without seeing her. Longing for her to do something which was out of character for her and not see if she was in any way on her way to doing it. My back and bum felt cold, as did the backside of my calves and thighs. Feeling cold and exposed. At her mercy, artistically and otherwise. I felt more exposed this time because I came into the situation with more fantasies and expectations as well as less focus on not thinking about them.

I was slow to respond when she said she was done, being in a condition which I did not wish to show her I kept my back towards her for a while, hurrying into the bathroom when she turned to look in another direction... It felt like the whole thing was getting a bit too awkward for me. Like having her watch me was starting to crawl in under my skin. If I'ld have been able or allowed to move around it might've been different. If I hadn't know her or felt attracted to her it would've been different. If being naked hadn't made me so horny it would've been different....

She wanted me to pose a third time, I felt like saying no but still, the idea attracted me. Perhaps it attracted me too much, making me horny. This time she said she wanted to do a painting, that would mean standing or sitting for her much more. I had no idea if I could stay patient that long but still, the idea of having a painting of myself in the buff made spoke to my ego. The hope that she might be getting more interested in me, she had after all dropped a comment or two about my looks since my last posing, making the prospect even more interesting. Joking about how I looked in the nude and how easily she got me naked. How quickly I undressed, saying I seemed ready to drop my drawers for anyone who asked. Any woman at all.

Coming there she seemed more tense than earlier for some reason. I figured she had some idea she was eager to start on, secretly I hoped she wanted to jump me once I was naked of course. I hurried to undress, feeling eager to show myself off to her.

Once I got into her studio I noticed that she wasn't there. She came after a little while, wearing a for her quite over-sized paint-stained men's shirt. She told me that it was one of her dad's old shirts and that she always used it when painting. On her it looked quite bulky and she'd put her hair up too. She didn't wear any pants though and I found myself trying hard not to think about that. Trying even harder not to look at her rather nice legs.

She said she'd gotten an idea from her first sketches so she wanted me to pose in that position again. I felt kind of nervous about keeping a certain part of me down, more so than I had felt that first time. I assumed the position as she sat down on a stool in front of her canvas. It was only now that I though about the fact that most of the buttons of the shirt weren't buttoned. The result being that every time she leaned forward to pick something up it opened and revealed quite a lot of what she had on underneath which was merely a bra, a lace bra... partially transparent...

I was trying hard not to look, not to think about it. But in the end the idea of just how nice, how great it would be to sneak my hands down that shirt and in under her bra took over my mind. Soon I was raising the flag and saluting her beauty. At first she didn't seem to notice. But when she did she sat there staring at it. Something that did nothing to calm me down. I started to try and explain myself. Stuttering a bit I apologised, saying that sometimes as a guy you have only so much control over it... most of the time you've got none at all whether you want it to go up or down.

Looking up at me, for the first time looking at me like a man rather than an object or a friend she asked rhetorically if it didn't have anything to do with her then. As she did so she brushed a hand up against the edge of the shirt, opening it up. My eyes went wide and I just said she sure did. She stood up and I apologised again, saying I didn't mean to stare as she walked up to me. Fearing she was going to through me out or slap me or both.

She walked up close to me and kissed me instead, kissing me deeply. Pushing me up against the wall as she gave me what I'd been yearning for since I showed myself naked to her the very first time. I moved my arms and hands to embrace her, in the pose I had them behind the small of my back. When I did so she broke of the kiss, looking directly into my eyes she told me not to move them, that I was to stay in the same pose. There was just no arguing with those eyes of her.

I suddenly felt one of her hands seeking it's way up between my thighs onto my sack. Caressing and groping it, her middle finger caressing that sensitive piece of skin at the base of my balls. Tickling it in a way that made me moan and bite my lip. Groping me that way she said she'd fantasised about exploring me since the first time she saw me but that it was only after she had seen me naked that it had started to become an obsession. That she'd just had to see what I looked like excited. That she'd been a bit disappointed that I didn't get an erection the first time. She'd placed me the way she did the second time just so she could ogle me without me noticing the way she was looking at me.

Her other hand found it's way onto my shaft, caressing it a little before she took a hold of it. Gazing into my eyes it was obvious how excited having me like this was making her. I kissed her but after a while she broke it off, kissing her way downwards across my torso instead after having spent some time nibbling gently on my neck. Making me almost intolerably excited. Pausing a little she told me to remain still.

The situation seemed mind-boggling. Soon she was on her knees kissing around my crotch as she caressed my privates. Making me moan for a god I didn't believe in when she started kissing my genitals. Kissing gently allover my sack and staff. Making me harder than ever. With a firm hold on my sack she started licking my staff, treating it like her favourite brand of lollipop. It was a miracle I didn't bite clean through my lip. Pulling back my foreskin she tasted my tip, licking gently around it. Then she started swallowing it and my eyes just rolled back into my head. wonder of wonders. My pulse racing I felt like I needed a break.

Reaching down I pulled the shirt off of her. Giving me a splendid view into her cleavage each time I dared to look down. She swallowed my spear with a smile on her lips. Torturous pleasure making me weak at the knees. I didn't know how long I'ld last under her assault. Feeling those common twitches of pleasure from the bottom of my spine, my buttocks clenching with each one. She'd grabbed my buttocks with both hands trying to push as much of my member down her throat as possible, as if she wanted to swallow all of me. A pleasurable idea though quite impossible.

In the end I just had to make her stop in order to not just flood her within the next few seconds. Pushing her mouth away I helped her get up instead. Kissing her the moment she was within reach. My member ached for her warmth, cooling off rapidly but still feeling eager to explode. I wasn't going to give it the pleasure though, not until I'd made sure she'd felt as good as I just had.

I lead her towards the stool, getting her to sit down on it. As we kissed I helped her release her bosom from it's lacy prison. As my reward I selected to kiss it, lick it. Kissing my way down her neck at first, nibbling gently on it. Savouring each moan from her lovely lips. Kissing and licking her lovely hills. Such wondrous softness for a bosom so firm. Licking her excited nipples. Gently letting each breast get it's moment in the sun, it's time of worship. God, had I been an artist I would most surely have painted her. Painting a nude that would have made the whole world fall in love.

Kneeling on the floor I kissed and caressed her legs, her lovely thighs. I kissed my way all the way up the inside of those thighs until I reached the edge of her panties. She caressed my chin as I smiled up at her face. I kissed my way closer and closer to her abalone. Her sea-cave of softness. Her womanly mystery and miracle. Her most intricate and ingenious cunt. Pulling her panties to the side to see it. Falling in love with it the moment I saw it. Telling her it was beautiful only a second later. Kissing all around it the moment I dared to, my initial and overwhelming awe having settled just a little. Her moans my opium I wanted to do anything I could to get her to make more of them.

Gently, gently I licked those lips. Savouring her pleasure. The tip of my tongue playing along her increasingly moist orifice. She had somewhat big lips, hanging out a little. I just couldn't resist sucking on the gently, taking them into my mouth and sucking them in. Keeping my teeth covered with my lips as I did so. In the end I knew what needed to happen before I could truly get at it though. So I helped her move so that she rested her back on the stool and then I pulled down her panties, thinking to myself what a lucky piece of threads and fabric that was to get to spend a whole day close to her.

As she sat down on the stool again, sitting upright, I got her to spread her legs wide... to make my eating easy... Kissing the insides of her thighs again I approached that fleshy fantastic flower of hers. Just gazing as in trance at it before I gently spread out her lips and let my tongue get a taste of the wet inside. Licking her enthusiastically. This time I was holding on to her bum to get closer. Wanting to breathe her in as well as to taste her. Exploring her with an eager tongue. Brushing up against her clit gently with my tongue I feel how swollen it is, how much it's grown with her excitation. Her lust turning me on even further I start sucking on it, gently at first but more the more she moans.

Her hands digging into my hair I'm suckling her clit as she's going wild. Then suddenly she grabs my hair hard and pushes me away. As I look up at her with my mouth surrounded by her juices she tells me she wants me inside of her. She pulls me up into a deep kiss and I can only agree. She guides me in herself, taking a hold of my sack at first and then my staff. Looking down only when she aims the tip at her cunt. Moving my tip around it in exciting torture. Satisfied that it's positioned correctly she looks up, gazing straight into my eyes. For a moment I drown in her eyes.

Then she grabs my rear and pushes me home, pulling me deep into her in one move. Blowing my mind at the same time. She takes my mouth opened by a deep moan as an invitation and launches her tongue into it. Her tongue into my mouth as my staff enters her cunt. Both going deep. Her legs locking behind my back we just squeeze ourselves close together, kissing deeply and just moving sideways around my member without letting it slip out in any way. Pushing it in various directions with my pelvis as if to extend the walls of her cunt.

Slowly I begin thrusting in and out. Pumping into her and feeling her breath quickening as her bosom pushes against my chest. Keeping close I caress her back as she digs the fingers of one of her hands into my bum and letting the other hand roam allover my back and all the way up to my neck and head. Holding on to her I thrust into her, feeling the desire to probe her ultimate dephts deep within me. A primal urge I guess. Kissing her neck before nibbling on it, wanting to take her. To enter her fully and at the same time devour her with my mouth. My fingers getting cramp from the pressure within me. The pressure to push and procreate.

Just looking straight up and breathing and moaning deeply she assaults my neck. Starting with kisses, moving on to nibbling and in the end biting it. Biting into my shoulder as the pressure rises within her. My face a mask of pleasure and pain, mingling in my system. Telling me to pause she asks me to get up. Getting my breath back I don't see why not. We arise together on shaky uncertain legs. Gliding apart she tells me to sit down so she can ride...

She grabs my slippery staff, wet from her juices, and aims it into her. Sitting down I enjoy the sight of this beautiful woman about to claim me. Slowly, she sinks down on my member, teasingly slowly. In that same slow pace she continues to torture me with pleasure for a while, gliding up and down on top of me. Drawing little figures in the sweat on my ticklish abdomen. Smiling at me mischievously. My hands gliding up and down her body, caressing her beautiful breasts. Putting her arms around me she starts going faster and faster. Her bottom slamming down on my groin harder each time. Moving my hands to her hips to help support her, letting her go even faster. The lust in her eyes when she can look at me and I can open my eyes is intoxicating.

Dedicating ourselves to pleasure we cover her studio with moans, the sounds of our lovemaking bouncing around the walls and I feel myself wanting her more and more. We go at it like crazy until we both feel a need for a break. Slowing down we kiss. Attempting to drench our thirst with each other. In the end we need to breathe and panting she asks if I need some water too. I just nod.

Hand in hand we walk unsteadily into her kitchen. I snuggle up behind her as she bends down over the sink filling two glasses with water. Pressing my eager member against her tempting bum. Drinking we can't stop looking at each other over the top of our glasses. Finishing my glass I just have to ask her if she would mind bending over the kitchen counter again. She asks why and I tell her it's because her bum from that angle is simply irresistible... she says ok but that I've got to kiss it first... As she bends over I crouch down until my face is level with her buttocks.

There's something about a lady's bottom and I just have to kiss each cheek, kiss it and then nibble on it. Kiss and caress it. Sneaking in a lick on her lips now and then. When she says please enter I kiss my way up her back until my upper body is resting on her back. She moves her head back and we share a contorted kiss. Standing up straight I let my staff play in her crack a little, letting it slide along the border between her cheeks. She begs me to stop teasing and after a while I do, Letting my tip explore her cunt and then slowly in one stroke letting it slide home. Her moan making me smile more than my own pleasure does. All in I bend down and kiss her neck. My sweaty chest against her sweaty back.

Pacing myself I start thrusting, holding on to her buttocks I push in and out. Enjoying the control of my position. Still going slow but steady I let one hand slide allover her back. Doing slalom over and along her spine. Feeling and caressing her skin as I keep myself on the edge of excitement. Controlling myself intensely in order to not just go at it like a maniac. In the end I have to go faster though, I just have to. So I move one hand around her to her clit and start caressing it as I thrust more forcefully. Her increased moans egging me on. Pushing more and more I feel the need taking over, feel it coming closer. Lust turning me into a beast from my inside and out. With both of us moaning we're like animals in heat, unconscious of anything but each other and our desires.

She's holding on to the counter as I'm thrusting. Luckily there wasn't anything on it or that would most surely have ended up on the floor by now. Feeling the electric pulses along my nerves, the bolts of lightning up and down my spine coming closer and closer together I know I'm getting closer and closer to it. I can feel it racing through her system too as her cunt contracts now and then around my staff and parts of her body tenses up. Moaning she tells me she's coming closer and I answer that so am I. Suddenly she tells me to stop. It takes me a while to slow down but of course I do. Panting I ask her why. She, equally panting, tells me she wants to see me come.




The Model and the Artist



As both of us have unsteady legs I help her up onto her kitchen table. Kissing before she lies down. Just enjoying her lips before the final race to come. I rest my member between her legs, atop her bush, before starting. Giggling she seems unable to stop herself from touching it, looking at it like a brand new toy. I smile back because she's just so beautiful lying there, because she looks like female perfection with her hair in complete disarray, sweaty and horny with desire lighting up her eyes. I caress the sides of her groin before starting to push inside, as if marking the target for my member. Holding her lips apart I start to dip my member into her warm wetness.

Holding onto her thighs I slide it home, pushing myself deep into her. Soon I'm thrusting, both of us soon succumbing to the animal within. One of her hands finds it's way to her clit, I can't resist taking it and licking it before returning it there. Holding her thighs tightly with one arm I let my free hand find it's way to her bosom, squeezing her tits, one at a time. She takes it and licks my fingers, one by one. Kicking it into high gear I pull my hand back, afraid that she might bite it. Soon I feel a need for one last short pause. Spreading her thighs wide I lean in for a kiss, getting trapped by her hands immediately. Feeling the hand she's had on her clit leaving her juices in my hair and liking it. Thrusting slowly but deeply as we kiss.

When she releases me I soon start to accelerate. Pounding it home. With her hand back at her clit she's soon moaning away. Going at it like there's no tomorrow. Fucking both myself and her into oblivion. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Pushing myself to the limit. Soon I start feeling the pulses of pleasure, preliminary warning signals that the end is near, that flooding is imminent. From the way she's tensing up and her body seems to be bouncing off the table as she arches and relaxes her back I can clearly see that so is she. Biting my lip as I push past the limit. Putting my all into it. Her eyes have closed from time to time but now I see her making an effort to keep them open so I do the same.

Almost there, I can sense it, almost taste it. Vibrating with it, close to shaking apart and I'm caught in her eyes. Fixated in and on them. Absorbed in them. She draws me in and grabs my neck with her free hand. With one hand I take a hold of her neck too. The table's shaking as we go at it. I feel my inner dam cracking up, starting to shatter under my repeated blows. And then I just go insane with lust, I manage to feel her cunt starting to milk my member just before falling off the edge. She starts to shake wildly as I feel my body become completely rigid, as if every muscle in my body is working to eject my seed. Pumping it out of me in a combined effort that feels like I'm pumping out my own spine and brain... crushing it and milking it out of me. Pouring myself into her. Thrusting with each stroke, thrusting as the orgasm takes me over and possesses me. Working until I'm all out. weakly thrusting to catch the last few glimpses of pleasure as her orgasm starts ebbing out.

Breathing heavily, panting, as I lean in over her I can't help but think of how radiant her lust-filled beauty is. It's almost enough to turn me into an artist. As she starts coming out of it I kiss her, having kept thrusting even as it starts to become painful to me in the hopes of making her pleasure greater. Our bodies still moving in a slow version of the same rhythm as if it's going to take time to slow down to a complete stop. Kissing gently, but as my arms feel weak I soon have to stop in order to not fall down. Instead I pull a chair in under me to collapse onto. Lying down between her thighs with my head on her stomach. Her slow hands caressing my hair, making me smile...

It took quite a lot of sittings to finish that painting... and she seems to be constantly coming up with new ones... so in the end it was easier if I just moved in... and got naked as soon as she wanted...



The Model Apartment



Sarah's life was going well in so many ways. A loving devoted husband, two well-mannered teenage boys, and a fulfilling career as an apartment complex manager. Except for one area life was good. The area? Sex. Specifically, better sex and more of it. 

Her husband Gene, although loving, was not a particularly good lover. Because of the demands of his job he was often too tired, and even when that wasn't the case, he just didn't appear interested. And on the few occasions when he was, it seemed that his interest was limited only to fulfilling his own urgent needs. This left her feeling hurt, unappreciated, and yes, a little angry. And confused. After all, Sarah had just turned 40 last month and even though she wasn't the same knockout Gene had married 18 years ago she could still turn the heads. She noticed and appreciated how most men looked at her approvingly, even the younger ones. Especially when she would steal a quick peek backwards as she walked away from them, somewhat amused as she watched them quickly avert their eyes from what she had always thought was her best physical feature. She could recall how in the early years of her relationship with Gene, and even with her other lovers from high school and college, they had all had an almost worship-like relationship with her ass. But now, even though it was still a sight to behold, the man she slept with most every night didn't seem at all affected by it, whether naked or clothed. 

And so, Sarah found herself fantasizing often these days about sex.....or a certain type of intimacy. Whatever you name it, there was a need deep inside of Sarah that was going unfulfilled, and therefore consuming more and more of her thoughts. She longed to be touched and fucked in a way that was slow and powerful, that could release the passion she felt lingering constantly, just beneath the surface. 

On this Monday morning, these thoughts and feelings were especially strong. Maybe it was because this past Saturday night she had been ignored.....again. With both boys away at some basketball camp in a neighboring town, she had planned what she hoped would be an evening to remember with Gene. She had prepared a nice meal, one of his favorites in fact. Having taken a late afternoon bubble bath she smelled wonderful, and with the drinks they had before and after dinner, she was especially relaxed. Since it was a hot summer day she had decided to wear a particularly low-waisted pair of cutoffs and one of her favorite shirts of Gene's tied at the waist, revealing both her still-trim-at-40 figure and the top of her new black thong. Sarah looked incredibly sexy, and she felt even more so. Gene didn't realize it but he could have gotten any deep-seeded fantasy acted out that night, if he had only asked. But he didn't. Instead, he fell asleep after dinner in front of the TV, while Sarah was at her vanity freshening up and thinking of all of the different things she wanted Gene to do to her, and she to him. 

Upon entering the room, she was crushed. How could all she had done in preparation have so little affect on this man, her husband? At first, she considered waking him with a soft kiss to his ear, of maybe even unzipping his trousers and performing fellatio on him right there in the living room. After all, she was so aroused and needed physical contact so bad. But the hurt and growing anger were stronger. So, instead she left him there snoring and retired to the bedroom to read and try to drive the thoughts of passion from her mind. 

It was almost four hours later before she was successful and felt asleep, while Gene remained on the couch. She had no idea at what time he came to bed that night; only that there he was the next morning lying beside her. She simply got out of bed and spent her day relaxing and chatting with friends on the phone. She only spoke to her husband when he spoke to her, as he was content to lie on the couch and watch golf and an old movie that day. She went to bed early that night wanting to be fresh for work on Monday, not knowing for sure if she even said good night to Gene. And at that point, not particularly caring either.

She managed to keep the thoughts of sex and passion somewhat at bay on Monday by staying busy at work. There was plenty to do, with the major re-modeling of the apartments in its final phases, and the extra traffic of potential residents due to the advertised specials the owner's were running in the local media. But there they were just the same. These increasingly vivid images of sexual acts with anonymous men, popping into her head whenever there was a break in the conversation or her schedule. They were strong, powerful, but faceless men in her fantasies. And the images were so moving; to the point Sarah would have trouble maintaining her composure. More than once that day she considered going to one of the model apartments and trying to relieve herself by masturbating. And although she felt a familiar dampness in her panties most of the day, she resisted.

Later that afternoon Laura, her assistant, needed to leave early at 4:30 for a function at her kid's school. That was fine with Sarah because that only left another hour and a half before knocking off at six. Most of her paperwork was done and she could easily handle any latecomers wanting to see an apartment, and in the meantime she could plan the next day. She just needed to try and focus, and keep her mind on the job. 

As the time dragged on and six o'clock neared, Sarah began to think that there weren't going to be anymore customers, and she started the routine of shutting down the office. "Maybe 15 minutes early," she thought. "Who's going to know?" Then, just as she was about to turn out the office lights, a buzz at the front gate.

"Yes, this is Sarah Jacobs. May I help you?"

"Uh, yes," said a deep male voice. "I know that it's almost closing time, but I wanted to see an apartment. A one bedroom, with a study perhaps."

Sarah thought quickly to herself, "There is that unit on the first floor that will be empty in just a couple of weeks. It would be great if I could get that rented." So then she said, "Yes sir, come right in," and opened the gate for the stranger.

As Sarah reached for the keys to the model for the type unit she had in mind, her thoughts were bouncing from business, to sex, to Gene, and back to sex when she heard the front door open and she walked to her office door to meet the potential resident. As she passed through the door and made the corner she was a little taken aback when she realized the person was a twenty-something black male. Living in East Tennessee where the racial mix was about 85/15 white to black, Sarah just hadn't dealt with that many black people, or at least single black men. She didn't consider herself racist and hated herself for her initial reaction. However, she quickly moved beyond those thoughts when the man offered his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Nate Reynolds. Thanks for letting me in this late." He smiled, but not too big; just pleasant. 

Sarah was immediately at ease, upon seeing him smile and hearing his voice. His handshake was firm but not painful to her soft hands. She also became aware of how strikingly handsome the man was....and tall. "God, this guy is gorgeous," she thought.

"This guy? Oh man, what did he say his name was?"

"Hi, I'm Sarah," she answered. And then mumbled something about it being no problem to show him the apartment. "Just let me get some basic information, please, so I can be sure to show you the kind of apartment you are looking for. Please have a seat." And then she handed him a short personal info sheet to fill out, and offered him something to drink. 

"Maybe just a bottled water," he suggested, looking up briefly from the paperwork, just long enough to smile at her again. 

She turned and walked toward the kitchen wanting to look back to see if he were watching her, but didn't, wondering to herself, "What if he is? What then?"

When she returned with his water he was still writing, so she took her time crossing the length of the room so she might get a good look at the dark stranger. Her initial assessment of the man didn't even come close. This black man, somewhere in his twenties, was unbelievably handsome, and built too. His clothes, which were top of the line but not flashy, were immaculate. And they fit him perfectly. He was just wearing slacks and a polo shirt but she could tell, even with him sitting, how well they fit. 

"God," she thought girlishly, "I can't wait for him to get up again. 

"Damn Sarah! What the heck is wrong with you? Get those thoughts out of your head! Focus, focus, focus!" But it was no use, she went right back to noticing everything about him. 

"He's got to be about six foot four. And his shoulders; My God, those shoulders," she marveled. 

Then as she approached the table were he was seated, she noticed his hands for the first time. They were simply the most powerful looking hands she had ever seen in her life. They looked like they were capable of just about anything. But they didn't look rough; instead they were clean and manicured, but extremely masculine. Then she became aware of his skin and complexion, a deep rich dark brown. Almost black, but not quite. Sarah was absolutely losing control of herself looking at this man. Just as she made the table, she noticed he was looking up at her, just a little bit knowingly. 

"How long has he been watching me watch him?" she wondered. 

Then he reached and took the bottled water from her. "There, I think that should do," he said, as he handed her the card. 

"Ahh, the card," she thought realizing "Now I have his name!" 

But just then......

"Think I could see that unit now?" he asked, as she noticed something a little more raw in his eyes and his smile. 

"Oh fuck! He knows what I was thinking about him," she told herself. "Somehow, he knows!

"Sure! I have the keys right here," as she tossed the card on the table and headed for the door. "Just follow me, please."

As she reached the door, she looked back to ask him if he was new to the area in an attempt to get her thoughts back to a more normal place. And as she did, she noticed his eyes were fixed on her ass. She was wearing one of those clingy skirts that day. The type that compliments a woman's figure so well. He didn't try to hide it from her, either. He just slowly raised his eyes back to hers and once again looked at her, no through her, in that knowing way. Although his gaze was lustful, it was very approving and non-threatening. With that look, Sarah came right then and there! She felt the rush, warmth, and wetness that follows. 

"My God," she thought, shuddering just a little, "I've never had a man affect me like this. He hasn't even touched me for Christ's sake. Does he know what he's doing? Could he?"

As they walked to the apartment Sarah attempted to make small talk, but it was becoming increasingly hard for her to even look the man in the eyes. For every time she did she would have to deal with his gaze, or worse, her own thoughts that had turned to things like, what he must feel like, how he must taste, and yes, his cock. What does his cock look like? How big is it? Is it true what they say about black men? Or men with big, powerful hands. 

"This guy has two things going for him in the cock department," she giggled to herself. 

"This guy, again! Shit, the card. I forgot the fucking card!!!" she cursed herself. "I still don't know his name."

Just then they needed to make a turn so Sarah held back a bit, offering the way with her hand, the way a man might do for a lady. But this guy had no problem with the gesture and strode confidently down the path toward the next group of apartments. This was the first time Sarah had been behind him. He made a couple of comments along the way about the beauty of the apartment landscaping, but she barely heard him. She was practically speechless, but managed some type of mumbled acknowledgement. Although, she couldn't have told you what the hell she said. She was transfixed on his ass. And then his back. She could actually see the muscles through his shirt. Then his shoulders. Those fucking shoulders, again. And then back to his ass. "His wonderful, tight, powerful looking ass," she lusted to herself. 

Watching this gorgeous black stranger walk down the path in front of her had peaked her sexual hunger to the point where she thought to herself "If this guy were to swing around and pull out his cock right now, I swear, I would drop to my knees and suck it down my throat."

And then he was at the end of the walkway, and he suddenly turned around to see Sarah practically drooling over his ass. She averted her eyes quickly, but she knew that she was caught. But once again, his look was non-threatening. And while it was obvious he knew that she was lusting after him, his demeanor wasn't cocky at all. But seemed to say instead, thank you. 

He gave her a little nod of the head downward, as if to say, "It's OK to look again if you like". 

And she did. Her eyes dropped to mid-torso of this beautiful black man, but this time a frontal view. She looked away quickly, but then back again. It was a classic double take. She couldn't believe her eyes. He was standing with one leg open and forward just a bit, and bent slightly at the knee. He was also holding his pant leg from the back, pulling it taught against the front, producing an outline of his enormous cock, along the inside of his thigh. She stared at it for what had to be 5 or 6 seconds, and then caught herself as she came for the second time. She looked quickly back to his eyes, and then away, embarrassed that her arousal was surely showing. 

"The unit is right here," she stammered as she fumbled with the keys. She couldn't get the image of his cock out of her mind. She moved quickly for the door. Once inside, she waited for him to enter, searching for words that would take things in an entirely different direction. Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door behind him. 

"Oh damn! Did he see me do that?" she thought nervously. "Just start your tour, just like normal," she instructed herself, as she continued to see the outline of his dick in her minds eye.

"Let me show you the,".....she started to say when he grabbed her gently, but firmly, by the wrist with one hand and around her waist with the other. He drew her close, and then without a word moved slowly to kiss her, pausing briefly for approval before kissing her softly at first, and then deep and long. Although she told herself to resist, she did not. She couldn't. She thought briefly about her husband, but those thoughts quickly passed, and by the end of their kiss she had reached her third orgasm. 

When it was over he looked into her eyes and said, "Sarah, I want you to suck my cock. Do you want to suck my cock, Sarah?"

Watching his eyes and then his lips, she slowly dropped to her knees without a word and began to unbuckle his pants. And then she began to pull his trousers and boxers down together, slowly, uncovering his dick, inch by inch, until all nine inches were showing. And it was still partially flaccid. And black as the Ace of Spades, much blacker than his face and hands. It had a drop of pre-cum at the slit, and she moved her tongue to lick it away. 

Sarah was absolutely mesmerized, and hornier than she ever thought possible. "How big will his cock get," she wondered. 

All she wanted to do at this point in time was to make love to this man and his beautiful black cock. She opened her mouth wide and took in the enormous head and maybe another inch, and then she felt it hit the back of her throat. She couldn't believe it. She was still looking at another 6 or 7 inches of his manhood outside of her mouth. And he wasn't even completely hard yet, although she could now feel him growing. She tried to concentrate on relaxing her throat but this wasn't going to be like deep-throating Gene's average-sized dick. But she was up to the task. She was on fire!! 

Suddenly, she could see herself and the situation. There she was, in one of the model apartments, on her knees sucking a stranger's cock. A tall, handsome stranger; with an enormous black cock. She now had about half of it down her throat and she had him fully erect at this point. He had to be over 13 or 14 inches long and 5 to 6 inches around. It was literally like sucking on an incredibly smooth, muscular arm. He was now moaning each time Sarah got a little bit more of it down her throat, and he was gently holding the back of her head, with a fistful of her blonde hair, helping her go deeper still. Saliva was everywhere, but she didn't care. 

He now began to talk to her, a whisper really. "Sarah, you are sucking me so good. You are incredibly beautiful, did you know that?" he said just loud enough to be heard. "Do you like the taste of my black cock, Sarah?"

She nodded approval as she continued to suck. Each time he said her name she wanted to find her clit and rub it. She now wanted this man to do whatever he wanted to her. She had a burning between her thighs she never thought possible. She wondered if his cock would hurt when he put it inside her. She didn't care. 

He was now reaching inside her blouse and bra, both wet from her saliva and drool. She reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, tearing one button loose because of her urgency to free her tits for him. She was natural, and big. He was right, she was beautiful. He used her saliva as lubricant to tweak her nipples, soft at first and then a little harder. This excited her even more and she kept pushing her mouth and throat around his horse cock, pulling off only occasionally to breathe and to rest her jaws. This last time she pulled back, she realized that his cock hung over half way to his knees. Is it possible he had grown even larger?

While she was admiring his huge cock, he knelt beside her and motioned for her to lie back on the carpet, and she did. He then took her shoes off and picked her left foot up to his mouth and kissed her inner ankle, and slowly began kissing his way down the inside of her leg, alternating to the right leg once he reached her knees. His kisses were warm and wet, but not sloppy. She reached down and pulled her skirt up completely around her waist, exposing the light blue silk French-cut panties she had chose that morning. He inched ever closer, alternating between soft quick kisses, licks, and longer nibbles to her inner thighs. Finally he was there, still outside her panties, nibbling, kissing and licking the fabric. Up and down her slit, saving the firmer nibbles and bites for the area that concealed her clitoris. She reached down and moved the fabric to one side and placed her hand at the back of his shaven head and pulled his face to her thoroughly drenched pussy. She could never recall being this wet. Her little pinkeye in back actually had a pool of her juices gathered at it's opening. She could feel it there and that made her hotter still.

As his pace quickened, his soft kisses became deep, probing, searches with his tongue. Her hips were thrashing wildly now, as she pulled at the back of his head with all she had. Just then, he slid a finger and thumb from each hand to the right side of her panties at the most narrow part of the fabric. He paused for a moment, and she felt him tighten his grip, he tongued her clit forcefully, and then with a snap, he tore the fabric in two. She came violently at that very moment. With pressure still applied to her clit and she still in the midst of orgasm, he moved his hands to the other side and tore the panty fabric there, as well. With his right hand he reached and grabbed the fabric at her pussy and slowly pulled it from beneath her ass, as he slowly removed his tongue from her clitoris. She was now near fainting. She wondered how many more times he would make her cum.