2 comments/ 55959 views/ 10 favorites A Model Life By: arghjac Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To the anonymous scumbag that denigrated my upbringing and parentage I wish only eternal damnation, to others that wish to hide behind anonymity without giving constructive criticism, please don't read any further. To those that want to talk seriously and constructively, I welcome feedback, and assure you that all sensible communications will be answered. My stories are placed in the relevant categories with some thought, those in the group sex category involve multiple partners, usually with one woman, those in the wives category involve wives with multiple partners. My 'husband's' whilst technically 'cuckolds' are never 'wimps' or 'subservient'. My super heroes all have big cock's and some I admit are black, that does not mean that I believe the black race is superior, neither do I believe that once fucked by a black man there is no return. I am a non-racist white, who loves and respects his 'faithful' partner but, like most of the population of this world, I have fantasies. You now know what follows, if it might offend you, please do not read on!!! * * * * * Susan turned the corner and stopped suddenly causing the lady walking behind her to ram a pushchair into her calf. Apologising, whilst rubbing her leg, Susan's eyes remained on the large house in the busy suburban road. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and in the grip of a panic attack she had difficulty in drawing breath. In that second the stupidity of what she was doing convinced her that she had to turn and run away but the pain of her calf and lack of breath momentarily immobilised her. - - - - - - - - Susan was in her early forties, a wife and mother. She had been gripped by these debilitating attacks since her first child had been born twenty years before. She had been receiving therapy, where she was counselled to face her fears and for the past few years she had gradually begun to start living a life that other people took for granted. Daily tasks that most people never gave a second thought to, would cause Susan immense anxiety. Perspiration would soak her body and in seconds, believing she would vomit if she carried on with the task, she had so often found it easier to back away. The road to recovery had so often seemed like one step forward and two steps back, but it the year or so of therapy she had made so much progress that looking back at the beginning she would never have contemplated it possible what she was attempting today. One of the early mountains she had climbed was confronting her sexuality. Her background had been almost puritanical with a convent education, but having a bright and vital personality, good looks and a need to rebel against her upbringing, had led to some unsatisfying sexual events and soon a baby was on the way. Rob, the baby's father and soon to be her husband, had stood by her during the upheavals of the first pregnancy and then the second and third. Together they had forged a happy life and a strong relationship. Rob had become a successful businessman and the blot on an otherwise wonderful existence had been the growing weight of the panic that ensued each time Susan had to face some ordeal that lay outside her normal family life. Parties and social events were often cancelled and soon most invitations ceased. Holidays became a thing of the past and as the children had grown up, the need for the family to let of steam dwindled as they each began to make their own arrangements. Susan and Rob's sex life, that had once been so important, also dried up and the source of so much happiness had led to a situation that even Susan recognised had to be addressed. Amongst much self recrimination the one issue that the couple had been unable to discuss was finally aired and they both discovered that they wanted a fuller life together and that their inability of overcome their inhibitions was endangering them from reaching their goal. A new life regime had begun, sexy underwear had become natural and Susan had learned the enjoyment of displaying her body to Rob's camera and video. Dildos and vibrators were now no longer a source of embarrassment and Rob had recognised how arousing it was to watch Susan thrusting sometimes unbelievably sized objects into her stretched cunt. Susan had discovered her body. She was still a little embarrassed when she was the photos that Rob had taken of her, especially those with her legs wide apart and thrusting a cucumber, or one of her largest dildos deep inside her, but she couldn't escape from the recognition that the feeling that filled her belly was not only because of the sensations caused by the act itself, but also the incredible lust that had built inside her as she took part in such licentious behaviour. After so many years she suddenly began to have multiple orgasms, and although it had been difficult at first, she soon had begun to enjoy the active role that Rob demanded when acting out their more far out fantasies. Her therapy had preceded her personal sexual revolution and soon even though the sweats and other symptoms of the panic attacks were still present she had begun to enjoy going out shopping and calling into friends for coffee. She had even joined a local group at a technical college learning pottery skills and although forcing herself to go every week had at first been traumatic, she had soon found herself accepted as an important part of the group, well liked and respected for her skill, as well as a happy go lucky personality, that only Susan new was a front. It was at this afternoon class that Susan had met Don a talented painter and sculptor who used the facilities at the class and the kiln for firing his work. Don was in his early fifties and had an aristocratic way with him. He still appeared fit and lean, and she imagined he had been a bit of a lad when younger as his eyes still sparkled when he chatted to Susan, although he was always a perfect gentleman. He had asked her whether she would model for him and because of her panic attacks she had initially refused. Lately, after discussions with Rob she had recognised that it might be the sort of challenge that would help to free her from her fears and she had modelled for some painting and sculpting at the class, fully clothed of course. As her confidence had grown Don had asked whether she would model privately for a group of friends in a more provocative nature. Again she had refused but could not deny that she found the thought of showing her tits to other men very arousing and was surprised when speaking to Rob about the invitation, that he was all for it, saying that not only would it be another challenge for her to overcome but he also loved the thought of other men lusting after her. Of course it soon became a central part of both of their fantasises, usually ending in her being fucked by all of the group and in reality with Rob, or herself if she was alone, thrusting dildoes and vibrators into a very wet cunt. After one of these most pleasing sessions she asked Rob how he would feel if she really agreed to model and what if people wanted her to reveal not only her tits but also her cunt. He had pondered before answering, "I think I would love the thought of you being naked before strangers, I can imagine you bending over with your legs wide apart and allowing them to see the way your cunt opens widely as you become aroused, I'm sure I'd like to watch you and if I couldn't be there, I'd love you to tell me how you had felt afterwards. And, I think I'd love them to touch you". "What if they wanted to fuck me?" Susan whispered, with a tremor in her voice. Again Rob waited and thought before answering. "I'm not sure why but I think it's the most exciting thing I've ever imagined. I wouldn't want you to have an affair, or fall in love with anyone but the thought of lots of people using your body in such a way is incredible." Rob replied. Susan quickly carried on. "No one would really want to paint or photograph me, and anyway I could never go through with such a thing." "Don't talk rubbish, they'd fall over themselves and you know it, you've got a beautiful body and when you're being fucked you're the sexiest person I know. Why don't you just ask Don what you would have to do before you make up your mind?" The next day Rob phoned Don and introduced himself. "Hello Don, this is Rob, Susan's husband. She's told me that you have asked her to consider posing for erotic art, don't get worried, I'm all for it, but there are some considerations that have to be addressed before there is any chance of her accepting your offer." Rob explained about Susan's panic attacks and that he was encouraging her to look upon the modelling as a challenge that might increase her confidence and self value. "How do you feel about her posing nude in front of the group? Although there is no compulsion she will be asked to expose herself completely, to use sex toys and even full intercourse." "I have no objections at all, I've always wanted to see her being fucked but I doubt if she'll agree unless we push the right buttons, if you know what I mean? She's recently discovered she's a very sexy lady but only behind the safety of the bedroom door and if we put her in a position of fight of flight, she'll turn tail and run. So we'll have to manipulate the situation, once she's relaxed and crossed the line, I'm sure she'll take all comers. Last night we made up a scenario based on your conversation and she was coming like a train for close on half an hour, so I know that subconsciously she'd love to comply with every request you're likely to make." "How do you suggest we go about it then," asked Don. "My advice is to move gradually, let her make the pace. I've encouraged her to at least try a session but you'll have to keep a look out for her at the arranged time and be ready to intervene if she looks as thought she might be hesitating, otherwise she'll be off. When you get her inside the studio give her a couple of glasses of wine to relax her and it might be better if there is at least one lady around when she comes in, especially if she might also be going to undress initially. Get someone who is friendly and isn't threatening to talk and encourage her. Loads of compliments, she's attractive but as with all women likes to be told it. Get her touching her tits and as soon as possible get someone to kiss her, also pinching and sucking her nipples, it's the key to her door. After five minutes of that not only will her legs and cunt be gaping wide open but she'll be crying out to be fucked. If you can get her tits sucked you won't have to do any persuading she'll be begging you to fuck her." "What about you, will you want to be there?" "I think that might make her very self-conscious, I'll give her an hour to settle down and then creep in, but I'll keep in the background until she's too far gone to care." "What does she like and dislike?" "She hates the thought of gagging if someone forces a cock down her throat, so avoid things like that like the plague but she doesn't mind being spunked on but not in the face. No pain but bondage is alright as long as it isn't threatening. We've recently experimented with anal but go slowly and lots of lube, especially if any of the cocks are big. She love big cocks in her cunt though and although we've never tried group sex I know she fantasises about having two cocks in her cunt at the same time. I'd love to be one of them. The only other problem is protection, I've had a vasectomy and she's not on the pill as she has problems swallowing them, but we can always crush a morning after pill. She hates condoms, but there is always the chance of disease." "I'll make sure that anyone that hopes to fuck her is tested, we've got a few days to sort it out, and if she's double fucked I'll be you're second," said Don who was by now sweating and had a huge hard on. "I'll just wait until she approaches me then, I hope its soon. I take it that you don't want me to mention our conversation?" "Good God no, just give me a ring after you've made arrangements." __________________ The few days before her next class seemed to drag by and Susan almost lost the courage to attend, but heart in mouth she arrived five minutes early and when the class began she was disappointed that Don was not present. Her hands were shaking and she had to begin her breathing exercises to try and keep herself under control. She had begun to relax when the door opened and in walked Don. Susan immediately felt sick and faint and rushed to the door brushing past Don. He had seen the state she was in and followed her out to the car park, concerned that she was all right. "Sorry Don I came over feeling feint and needed a breath of air but I would like to talk to you if you can give me a few seconds to recover my wits." "Of course, take as long as you like," he said. After a minute or so when Susan knew that her breathing would not return to normal until she had broached her questions. She blurted out, "What would you want me to do if I modelled for your group?" Even though Don had been expecting the question he couldn't help being surprised at her interest. He tended to ask most of the attractive women he knew to pose, on the off chance that they might take him up, but Susan was altogether in a different class and even after she had agreed to model for the class he had thought that he had no chance of getting her to go further. "How we generally work is to arrange a session, see how it goes, how you react to us and vice versa. We don't demand anything, but we'll ask you to do almost everything, it's up to you. The only thing we ask is that we have some continuity in order that we can repeat some of the poses or scenes we're filming or videoing." "I didn't know this involved video," Susan said. "We have all different kind of artists and craftsman in the group and a good model will cater for all, in fact each of the artists who attend a session asks for the opportunity to use the model as they think fit depending on how the initial session had progressed. If you had agreed to pose nude in the first session we would require somr sort of continuity in further sessions." "What if I say no to something, maybe something I didn't like or felt embarrassed about?" "If you say no during the first session then it will not be required in the future, we have no interest in making models do anything they don't want. We want you to be happy and enjoy yourself, naturally you'll be asked to do many things in the first and subsequent sessions, things you've never even thought of but once you've tried them, if you say no then that's that and it won't be demanded of you again." Susan paused, she was excited by the thought of what adventures she might be embarking upon, but also scared, knowing she might not be able to summon the courage to go ahead. Recognising her hesitation and knowing the importance of the decision she was about to make Don asked, "What has Rob got to say about you modelling, does he know it will involve seductive poses?" "Its strange but he seems as excited by it as I am and is positively encouraging me but I'm not sure if I'll have the nerve, my stomach is churning already, just at the thought of it." She paused for a further second before continuing. "All right I'll give it a go, when would you want me and how are the sessions arranged?" "We meet every Friday evening at seven and go on until everyone has had their fill, usually that's about midnight but we recognise that you'll need lots of breaks. A session can be exhausting until you get the hang of what is required but we'll know better after the first. Each of the group that attends will pay a fee of £10 for your services and all of the props and costumes will be provided after appropriate fitting have taken place." Susan was hesitant but blushing deeply she enquired. "What about my monthlies, my tits get swollen, I'm sure I won't want to pose nude at that time?" "Don't' worry once we get an idea about your periods we'll schedule around them but you may get asked by individual artists or for smaller groups to pose outside of the normal sessions but this will of course attract its own fee and has to be agreed by you." Susan had calmed down and she asked. "Is there anything you want me to do or bring with me?" "If you could make sure you don't wear a bra or knickers at all on the day of the session as they leave unsightly marks on your skin in photographs and they take hours to disappear, also as you're very dark haired you might like to trim your pussy hair, ask Rob to do it for you, I'll bet he'll enjoy it. And if you sunbathe it would be better if you can do it nude, for obvious reasons." With everything agreed they returned inside where everyone had been concerned that she was all right. Making her excuses Susan took the opportunity to visit the toilet, mainly to wipe a very wet cunt that had drenched her knickers and was running down her thighs. It was hard to determine whether her heart was pounding with the fear of doing something so out of character or whether it was the lust and excitement of exposing herself to a group of strangers in such an intimate way in just a couple of days time. Later that evening when she told Rob what had been arranged, they both tingled with the electric excitement that was in the air, the sex session that followed was frenzied and ended with Rob's cock buried deep inside her bum, whilst she thrust a large dildo into her gaping cunt. Her orgasm had never been so intense, mainly due to the fact that she had never been penetrated in her arse by anything other than a finger and she was imagining someone other than her husband thrusting deep inside her cunt. She was bewildered as she recognised that the thought thrilled her. Nevertheless she was glad that the next day was only Thursday as she was very sore and stretched. Thursday evening found her with legs wide apart as Rob trimmed the hair that topped and surrounded her cunt. He used his beard trimmer to shorten the long silky tresses and shaved the previously thick dark thatch into a narrow strip that divided the snowy white area of skin that made up her mound and finished at a point just above the blood engorged bud that was by now poking through the gaping lips of her cunt. Susan badly needed to be fucked as Rob had not missed an opportunity to rub her clitoris or slip a finger inside her, as he stretched her skin during the shaving. She pleaded with him. "Please fuck me, I really need to come." "Not yet, I've got to shave around the lips of your cunt and bum, and if you don't stop wriggling about I'll end up cutting you. You'll look terrible covered in Elastoplast, and stop playing with your nipples you know how that gets you going." "If you fucked me I'd calm down," begged Susan. "No, now keep still," demanded Rob as he playfully slapped her arse. Five minutes later not a hair could be seen either around Susan's cunt or bum and Rob had checked rigorously by feel, sight and using his tongue, which was now licking her little bud as she squirmed beneath him. He slipped one of her large dildoes deep inside her, it slid into the drenched cunt forcing her juices to coat the huge instrument and run from her swollen red gash. "Play with yourself while I clear up the shaving gear." A Model Life He placed her hand on the latex balls of the dildo and immediately she began to pull the long shaft out of her cunt until she felt the head begin to leave her lips before thrusting it hard, back inside until it butted against the head of her womb. She slowly repeated the action building up a rhythm that increased to a frenzy. By the time Rob had returned, Susan was thrusting the shaft in and out so quickly that the action seemed almost blurred. Her legs were planted wide apart and she had arched her back off from the bed balancing herself on her shoulders and feet. Her beautiful tits although falling towards her shoulders due to the arc of her body, still pointed proudly upwards and her nipples were red and erect. Rob bent his head forward and bit the nipple lightly, at the same time he felt between the gyrating bum which was wet with the juices spilling from her cunt. As he thrust a finger into her bum Susan went rigid and a hoarse groan passed from her lips, for several seconds she ceased breathing and Rob began to worry when she suddenly she gasped drawing a huge gulp of air into her lungs and she collapsed onto the bed panting and shaking with the strength of the orgasms that tore through her body. Cruelly Rob turned her onto her face and parting her legs and raising her onto her knees, causing her lovely tits to hang low, the nipples just brushing the bedclothes. Allowing the head of the dildo to remain inside her sopping cunt Rob placed his rigid cock underneath the latex shaft and pushed roughly inside Susan's cunt pushing the dildo deeper inside with the thrust of his hips, driving the balls hard against her bum. _______________________ Susan had enjoyed laying back and having Rob playing with her. She had stripped naked and lay on the bed with a pillow under her bum to raise her lower body and allow access to everything between her legs. First Rob had used an electric clipper to trim her abundant bush and now the vibrations had begun the delicious sensation that were building inside her belly. Every so often he would brush her clitoris as the machine passed over her mound. He then lathered her up and shaved the newly trimmed hair into a narrow strip and to tighten the skin he placed a finger deep into her cunt or pulled her blood engorged cunt lips to one side or the other to strip her of any bristles near the entrances to her cunt and bum. His gentle touch on her clitoris and finger fucking of her cunt had lit a furnace of desire in her lower belly and she felt that she had to be fucked or she would die, she cried out for release but the bastard continued to tease her further. When Rob had finished the shaving he licked along the length of her slit and lapped at her clitoris, she wasn't sure whether she was approaching the biggest climax of her life or that something had ruptured deep inside her, as the sensation she was feeling was close to pain. Suddenly Rob thrust a dildo deep inside her cunt and placed her hand on the bulbous end telling her to play with herself while he cleared the shaving gear away. To relieve the pain in her cunt she began the slow rhythmic thrusting that she enjoyed so much and seconds only had passed before she had entered a realm where reality ceased and the spasms of approaching orgasm began. Her whole body was arching in a sort of involuntary muscle rictus as she pounded the dildo into her body. Unbeknown to her Rob had sat beside her on the bed and was sucking her nipple, suddenly she felt the finger push inside her bum and the world exploded inside her mind. She was paralysed, and for a few seconds all bodily functions seemed to be seemed to be stilled in time. Susan collapsed on the bed and felt Rob turning her over and lifting onto her knees and entering her. She realised that he hadn't removed the dildo but as she began to object to the intrusion he thrust his cock and the dildo deep inside her cunt and the explosions in her head continued until some time later she felt his weight resting motionless upon her, his spunk mingling with her juices as it ran from her well stretched and stuffed cunt. _______________________ Friday had passed by in a haze of nerves and sickness. Susan found it impossible to swallow pills which in retrospect had been a blessing in disguise as with her problems she would have been prescribed a cocktail of drugs which would certainly have left her addicted and dependant, nevertheless she could have done with their help today. The deep breathing exercises didn't seem to help but somehow she had got through the day and by six in the evening she stood in front of the mirror ready to dress for the modelling session. One of the group was a make up artist, so Susan only had to dress and not being allowed bra or knickers she chose a black basque without cups that contrasted so well with her milky white breasts, the nipples of which were erect and so sensitive that as she drew on the black silk blouse, electric shocks ran down to her already wet cunt, requiring the use of several tissues to mop up her juices. She pulled on black sheer stockings and fastened them to clips hanging from the basque and lastly she donned a smart black silk skirt that reached halfway between the narrow strip of hair that remained on her pubic mound and her knees. With a pounding heart she left her house of safety and embarked on her new adventure, a step into the unknown. ____________________ Susan straightened up as the pain in her calf lessened. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she was about to turn around and go home when the door of the house opened and Don ran down the pathway and across the road, obviously having been looking out for her arrival and witnessing the accident. "Are you all right Susan?" Susan was breathing very heavily but it had little to do with the bump on her leg, although it provided a distraction that helped to disguise her nervous state of near panic. "Sorry Don, I just need to sit down and catch me breath." The lady with the pushchair was very concerned but Susan assured her that the accident had not been her fault and that anyway she wasn't hurt. She followed Don across the road and entered his house. Don's spacious house was of Victorian age, detached and three storeys high. An ugly ground floor extension had been built to house the kitchen, but its roof held a beautiful terrace that was filled with potted flowers and shrubs, table and chairs as well as a huge sun-lounger. Sitting at the table were two men and a lady all about Susan's age, drinking wine and chatting. She was introduced to John, Mark and Jenny, all members of the group. After making the introductions and sitting Susan amongst the group, Don explained. "I've arranged for a small cross section of the group to attend tonight. We recognise that the first time is always difficult for a new model and we don't want to overwhelm you, but we need to explore all possible poses, so that we know the things that suit you and those that don't. Simon, Jim and Neal will be along in a minute and Jenny's sister Pam be come in an hour or so. Pam's into video and she's bringing some new equipment for the shoot tonight. So, it's mainly for different forms of photography. We'll sort out whether you're suited to life modelling for painters and sculptors at a later session but I should have a good idea after seeing how you cope this evening. While the sets are being set up let me look at your leg." "The legs fine Don but I really could do with a drink, have you a glass of wine?" The group split up to see to their various jobs leaving Don and Susan chatting and sipping their wine. "I'm not sure that I can go further than a few topless shots, I nearly didn't get here at all. I'm sorry; I really hope I haven't let you all down?" Susan's voice trembled and Don recognised how nervous she was. "Just relax and drink your wine. No one here will force you to do anything you don't want and anyway every model suffers from nerves on the first outing, it's only natural. Jenny has done some modelling for us in the past, so I've arranged for her to do a twosome with you to start with, just to settle you in." Susan felt better knowing she wouldn't be out there on her own but she had made a pact with herself and she was adamant that the furthest she would go was some nude work and even then her legs would remain firmly closed, as she had been astonished to notice as she had dressed how the lips of her cunt gaped open in her excited state, revealing her most intimate parts. She had gulped down her first glass of wine to quench her thirst, as if it was water. A second was poured and she had only taken a couple of sips when Neal, the groups make-up artist walked over and was introduced to her. Neal was in his early thirties, tall and very muscular. He worked in the theatre but looked much more like a rugby player. Susan found it hard not to display both shock and amusement when he spoke in an outrageously high pitched camp tone. "Well what are we going to do with you luvey. Oh my, these fellas always want the models to look so sluttish but you my luv have such fine features. I think we'll have to go all sophisticated, what do you think ducks?" No one was sure to whom this monologue was aimed at and no-one bothered to reply but Susan was ushered up by Neal, who grabbed a couple of bottles of the wine and led her through the studio into a large room that was furnished as a dressing room with walls covered in mirrors and what looked like a dentist chair. Bewildered by Neal's ultra masculine appearance and camp manner, Susan's nerves disappeared and she instinctively warmed to this outrageous but friendly man. Taking for granted that his opinion was the only one that mattered, Neal opened up his make-up case whilst singing a very melodic chorus of 'Killing me softly with his song', pausing only to take a swig of Susan's wine, having brought a couple of bottles but only one glass. "You don't mind us girls sharing do you luv? Now, off with the blouse and skirt luvey, we don't want make up on them do we? Ooh, aren't they smart? He said commenting on her underwear. Where did you get them? He continued without expecting a reply. I can't get anything nice to fit me, designers seem to think all us girls are built like a toothpick." Seeing Susan's full breasts with the nipples erect the size of acorns, he quipped, "you're hardly going to fit in an 'A' cup either are you luvey?" Being made up by Neal was a pleasure in itself. He was so chatty and funny. After finishing the make-up on her face, he began applying powder to her body. Noticing how wet her cunt was he made it seem the most normal thing in the world and dried her gently inside and out before powdering between her legs. When he had finished he tapped his chin saying, "There's no way I can close it up though luvey, it's a good job it's a beauty, the groups in for a treat tonight. I'll be on hand during the shoot to make good any wear and tear, so don't you worry." Although Susan had calmed down during Neal's ministrations, his touch and manner had started a smouldering fire in her belly and she had begun enjoying the focus of attention. Nevertheless, she was still concerned about how the group would react when she refused to go any further than nude studies. Susan began the evening posing against some of the studio props for still photography, this was mainly for the painters and sculptors who would study the image and begin work later, only requiring her to pose for life studies as it needed refining. Susan began to relax immediately and was enjoying the session. When she was asked to remove her blouse she did so without reservation knowing that her tits were her most stunning feature, certainly the group were more than appreciative. Over the following ten minutes she was asked to pose standing, kneeling with her tits dangling down, laying on the sun lounger outside in the sunlight and lastly sitting on a chair in the studio much like Christine Keeler's famous pose. Moving around so her back was against the chair backrest she was leaning back when she was asked to open her legs a wide as they would go. Susan's skirt had already ridden up and she realised that her cunt was fully exposed and gaping wide open. Strangely, instead of being embarrassed she felt exuberant and stretched her legs as far apart as the arms of the chair would allow, her heart beating so loudly that she was surprised that no one else could hear it. One of the group asked if she could get her legs up over the arms of the chair and as she was accomplishing this feat she looked down to see that her cunt was gaping open and that her juices were dripping out onto the leather of the seat. Jenny asked if she could tidy her up and when Susan agreed the girl removed her own robe and naked she knelt between Susan's legs and instead of using a tissue, she began to lick along the length of Susan's sopping crack. Susan stiffened, and then suddenly went into convulsions as Jenny nibbled on her clitoris sending her into an explosive orgasm, making her body tremble as the spasms tore through her. The flash guns lit the already brilliantly lit studio but Susan didn't notice. Her first rational thought was when her own hand that had been pinching her nipples were forcibly removed and she looked down to see that each of her breasts was being sucked by a different man. The wanton acts that Susan was allowing led to further orgasms that seemed to her to be almost continuous, and it was with irritation when she was lifted bodily, stripped of her skirt and carried out to the balcony where she was laid on the sun lounger. Jenny lay on top of her with her head between Susan's legs in the sixty-nine position and began to lap at her cunt. Susan found herself looking at the first cunt other than her own that she had ever seen. Both girls were handed large vibrators and directed to wank each other with them. Tentatively Susan bent forwards and licked Jenny's clitoris and enjoying the taste she thrust her tongue deep into the moist cunt, lapping at the juices that were by now flowing as freely as her own. Responding to the moans of pleasure coming from Jenny and enjoying vocally the thrusting she was receiving from the large vibrator in her own cunt, she placed the bulbous head against Jenny's gaping cunt lips. The cunt swallowed the vibrator in one go, almost sucking it in, and the girl above her began to writhe about in the throws of orgasm. Unbeknown to both of them Pam had arrived and had set up a large portable monitor that was attached to the video camera with which she was recording the action. Looking up Susan was stunned to see the images of the monitor which showed the vibrator being thrust in and out of her own cunt at breathtaking speed. The image on the screen and the sensations developing in her belly were too much and she was tipped over into another huge orgasm which seemed to paralyse her. When she at last came too Jenny had left her and she had been turned over onto her knees. She was asked if one of the lads could simulate fucking her. Her mind was unable to comprehend anything and even though she remembered the pact she had made with herself and that she had already far exceeded the limit she had set herself, she just nodded in agreement. She felt the cock nestle against her cunt opening and looking up at the monitor she saw the most incredibly sized cock laying at the entrance of her gaping lips. She was at first frightened by the size of it. It must have been twice the length of Rob's and four times the diameter, much bigger than her largest dildo. She felt its weight even just resting inside her vagina. She looked behind her to see John smiling at her and brandishing the frightening implement in his hand. "Don't worry I won't hurt you, can I just put the head inside?" Unable to speak, again she just nodded and watching the monitor it was with wonder that she saw the massive cockhead slowly begin to disappear inside her cunt. The feeling inside her belly as the cock inched inside was incredible and the image on the monitor as her lips slowly swallowed the cock ensure that any juices required for lubrication were instantly secreted. John had paused after about four inches of cockhead was lodged inside the stretched entrance and the group had gathered around to see the amazing sight. Not being able to take her eyes from the monitor it was Susan that suddenly thrust herself backwards impaling herself. Susan gasped as the cockhead hit the entrance to her womb, a sensation that always triggered her orgasms. She cried out in anguish, "Oh God I'm coming! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me! Oh God, Oh God, ooooooh! ___________________________ As Susan had pushed backwards John's cock had effortlessly slipped inside the sodden cunt, but the muscles around her entrance were stretched to the limit and the friction had produced an incredible sensation for John. Susan was screaming in gibberish encouragement for him to fuck her and he began to pound into her, no longer gently. He knew he would be unable to prevent himself from coming for very long. Not that it mattered to Susan who was now in a world of her own, the only part of her body that was not paralysed in orgasm were the muscles around the entrance to her cunt that were gripping the shaft of John's cock and almost milking it. John knowing that his orgasm was close gasped out, asking if he could come inside her. Even in the mists of semi-consciousness Susan registered his words and knowing she was unprotected she tried to form words to tell him to withdraw. She shouted, "Yes come in me; fill me with your spunk." John ejaculated in ten or twelve mighty thrusts, each time screaming out in his release. The power of the first thrust had caused Susan's arms to collapse and her face rested on the cold leather of the bed, requiring John to support her, gripping her hips and pulling her onto him with increased force. By now she was delirious and it was several minutes before she realised that John's cock had left her cunt and had been replaced once more by Jenny's tongue which was licking away the intermingled spunk and juices that had leaked from between the blood engorged lips. It seemed incredible but only half an hour had passed and already Susan was exhausted. Everyone said how fantastic the shoot had been and how sexy Susan was. She herself couldn't believe what she had allowed to happen but she wouldn't allow herself to feel guilt or shame, as she knew how much she had enjoyed everything and recognised how Rob was going to love hearing about how she had allowed herself to be used and how licentious his previously timid wife had become. The image of the massive cock pounding into her had blown her mind and she knew that it would have the same effect on her husband when he saw a copy of the video. ________________________ A half hour break was called to allow Susan to collect herself and allow Neal to repair the considerable damage. First Neal gave her a massage, another of his specialities. He lifted her effortlessly from the couch and carried her upstairs to a huge bathroom that included a walk in shower area. Still wearing her basque and stockings now drenched in perspiration and her body covered in her juices and John's spunk, Neal sat her under a cooling water spray and stripping of his own shorts and tee shirt, he undressed her completely, gently rinsing and folding up her underwear. He soaped her all over and laying her down he opened her legs wide and gently prising apart the lips of her cunt he pushed three fingers inside and spooned out a handful of the spunk that John had pumped inside her. A Model Life Picking her up he sat her on a bidet allowing a cooling stream to wash away the surface traces of the sex act. Susan noticing Neal's impressive hard on asked if he was excited by her. He admitted that he was bi-sexual and found her very attractive. She asked whether he would like to fuck her but he explained that it was an unwritten rule that on a club night a model could only be fucked within the group session, but in private sessions anything would go. Anyway he confessed, he would prefer to fuck her bum and if she would allow him he would do so during the next session. Susan looking from the huge erection into his eyes knew that because of his kindness she could refuse him nothing and said she would allow him to do anything he wanted to her, but she continued. "I've only ever been fucked in the bum by my husband and his cock is much smaller than yours, do you think I can manage to take a cock of that size?" "After I've given you a massage I'll lube you up luv, if we make sure you're well prepared, I think you'll manage fine." _____________________ When Susan returned to the studio she found that a large cushion covered bench had been placed in the centre of the room. The legs were adjustable and she was asked to lie on her back so that she could support herself with both feet on the floor and the bench between her legs. She was asked whether Jenny and Pam might suck her tits and fuck her with dildoes whilst still photographs were taken. Susan agreed as long as both girls were also naked and she was allowed to play with them in return. Pam sat beside her and kissed her passionately on her mouth, slipping her tongue inside. Her hands caressed Susan's tits pinching the nipples. In return Susan played with Pam's nipples but her attention was taken by her clitoris which was the size of a miniature cock. Meanwhile, Jenny was busy between Susan's legs, licking along the length of the slit and sucking each of the lips into her mouth. She pushed her tongue deep into this warm wet lower mouth, withdrawing slightly to rub the tip of her nose over Susan's tumescent clitoris. Sensing that she needed something more, Jenny placed the head of an enormous latex dildo the knob of which was larger than Jenny's clenched fist against the entrance to Susan's cunt. She prised the lips apart and watched fascinated as Susan's cunt opened and began to swallow the dildo. Pam was now sucking Susan's nipples but was finding it hard to hang on as the body beneath her was bucking up and down with a rhythmic fucking motion as Jenny was thrusting into it, trying to suck the dildo right inside, it was a good job that it had an enormous pair of balls at its end, or she was sure it would have disappeared. Once again Susan's world exploded, the dildo was causing tremors throughout her body and her mind just didn't seem to be able to cope. Susan was drifting in and out of consciousness, every time the orgasms hit her the mist descended. When she came around fully, Neal was sitting beside her sponging her down with some cool water. Her breathing had returned to somewhere near normal when Don asked her if she would attempt another scenario. "Would it be possible for Neal to fuck my bum before I'm too knackered to attempt anything else?" Susan asked. "Well, we had intended to leave that for later, but would you be prepared to try to take John in your cunt at the same time as Neal fucks your bum?" Don replied. "Is that possible? Susan asked, remembering the size of the two men's cocks. "Everything is possible, when you're ready you'll see," replied Don. John was laid on the bench, the head of which was raised so he was in a semi-sitting position. His cock was enormous, almost the size of her own forearm. She was amazed that this huge weapon had managed to get inside her. Susan was asked to straddle it and placing herself over the rampant cock she lowered herself onto it. With her legs on either side of the bench and on tiptoe, the cock rested at the entrance to Susan's cunt. Bending down Susan pulled the lips open and began to slide herself downwards until she was on the flats of her feet and about four inches of the cockhead was lodged inside her. She luxuriated in the sensation of being filled so completely as the knobbly shaft rubbed against her slippery cunt walls. Her muscles gripped the shaft tightly but when John suddenly launched himself upwards and his cockhead butted up against her cervix, she cried out at the sudden invasion and made herself relax, allowing the ripples of pleasure float over her as he began his rhythmical thrust upwards into her. John pulled her towards him, making her stumble and causing her weight to completely impale her on the cock, which still had two or three more inches to go before it would disappear inside her. She cried out in pain unable to take any further length but John ignored her and began to nuzzle her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth while he mauled the other roughly with his fingers. Suddenly she sensed Neal behind her, opening the cheeks of her bum. He had coated his fingers with more of the lubricant and was rubbing it around the edge of her anus, before gently pushing a finger inside. Feeling both of her lower orifices penetrated was gorgeous but the difference in the size of a finger and Neal's impressive cock made her a little frightened about her ability to accept him. "Please don't hurt me," pleaded Susan. Neal smeared the lubricant over his cockhead and shaft and pressed it against the puckered hole. Susan looked up at the monitor and watched as the cock stretched her. For a second nothing seemed to happen other than a feeling of discomfort, when all of a sudden her muscles gave and the head of the cock slipped inside. She screamed at the pain and Neal started to withdraw but Susan stopped him saying, "No Neal, leave there for a few seconds and let me get used to it." Slowly the pain eased. "Give me another inch or two, gently please." Slowly but surely as Susan watched the monitor her bum accepted the cock and mesmerised she saw the two men begin a sawing motion, experimenting in their timing and thrusting. With Susan being able to take her own weight on her feet, John was able to thrust upwards into her cunt and as he withdrew Neal would thrust deep inside her bum. The initial pain had been replaced by a growing sense of licentiousness as she watched the cocks ramming into her and it could not be long before each of the participants would reach their orgasms. Susan hit her first orgasm in a blinding flash of light that filled her mind. Her body was immobilised by the shock of her coming and she became nothing more than a receptacle for the spunk that the two men began to pump deep inside of her. When Neal had recovered he lifted Susan off of John, who left the bench and was replaced by Don who was sporting a normal sized but very hard cock. Susan was again lowered onto his cock and took her weight on her feet. Don's cock easily penetrated her and for a second she knew she would have trouble giving either of them any friction having been filled previously with such a huge implement as well as the deluge of spunk that had just been pumped into her stretched cunt. Still not fully aware of her surroundings and oblivious of the photographer's flashguns that periodically lit the room and only seemed to blend with the flashes that were continually exploding in her mind, Susan felt another cockhead exploring the entrance to her cunt. Looking up at the monitor she saw another, somehow more familiar cock stretching her and forcing its way inside. She looked back and saw a smiling Rob sporting the biggest hard on she had ever seen him with, begin his thrusting in unison with Don, who was levering himself up into her cunt. It was an incredibly tight fit but soon both men were ramming themselves into her with a force that was lifting her off of her feet, suspending her on the cocks for a split second at the end of each thrust. Susan fainted with the force of her orgasm. ________________________ Rob had arrived just as Susan had orgasmed under the ministrations of Pam and Jenny. Because of the bright lights needed for photography and video work he could easily remain unnoticed in the background. Watching his wife's cunt swallow the large dildo was incredible and soon she was bucking up and down uncontrollably. Both Jenny and Pam had been in danger of being hurt as Susan thrashed about. On his arrival Don had whispered to him that everything had been done as he had advised and it had all gone like clockwork. She had already been fucked by John who had an enormous cock and had enjoyed multiple orgasms. Don had explained that Neal a huge man was in fact bi-sexual and had already befriended her to such an extent that she had asked if he be allowed to bugger her at sometime during the evening. As he watched his wife recovering on the bench, Don came up to him and said, "We're arranging a double penetration, one in her bum and one in her cunt. After, if you're up to it, we'll double fuck her as you suggested." "I will be if I don't come in my pants watching her being fucked and buggered at the same time, doesn't she look gorgeous?" Rob watched as John lay on his back on the bench sporting the most enormous cock that he had ever seen. Susan straddled him and lowered herself onto the huge weapon. Standing in the shadows behind her he could see her cunt open and swallow the four inches of cockhead, pausing with at least eight inches of the gnarled shaft still remaining to penetrate her. Suddenly, John launched himself upwards, thrusting the weapon inside of her and lifting her several inches off of the floor. Susan screamed. Rob was not sure whether in pain or pleasure. John withdrew leaving the head of his cock inside and grasped her nipples stretching her tits as he pulled her forward and sucking a tit. Susan, pulled of balance fell onto him and forced the remainder of the cock into herself. Neil, now naked showed what a hulking man he was and had a sizable, bone hard cock to match, approached Susan and parting the cheeks of her bum began to smear lubricant around and inside her anus. Neil's bulk blocked his vision and he was about to move for a better view when Don directed him to a big video monitor that was relaying pictures being taken by one of the girls that had been making love to Susan earlier. Rob couldn't believe that Susan's almost virgin bum would be able to take a cock of that size, especially with her cunt already filled by a weapon of monster proportions. At first the cockhead met resistance but suddenly almost with a slurping sound it slipped inside her bum. Susan cried out in obvious pain but as Neil began to withdraw she stopped him and asked him to wait a second for her to get used to the size of it. Minutes later, not only was the whole cock buried deeply inside her bum, but the men had begun to thrust their cocks in unison into Susan's limp body, her tits bouncing with the force of the thrusts. Her mouth was forming words but no sound came from her, suddenly she froze as her orgasm paralysed her. The two men were oblivious and continued pounding into her until, within seconds of each other; they began to pump their spunk into his motionless wife. As Neil was recovering Don approached him and whispered in his ear. He withdrew from Susan's bum with a plop and spunk gushed out of her arse running down between the cleft of her cheeks. He lifted her effortlessly off of John's huge penis and the spunk and her juices ran from her cunt, down her thighs, spilling onto John's muscled belly and pooling in his belly button, running down to mingle with that already covering his cock and balls. John got up from the bench, and Don after beckoning Rob forward, lay down in his place. Neil lowered Susan onto Don's cock, which slid easily into her stretched and slippery cunt. Rob approaching from behind Susan was able to push her forward and without speaking to her he located her cunt entrance and slid his cock into his wife, nest to that of another man, words didn't seem appropriate somehow! Susan looked back maybe sensing it was him and he smiled at her, then he began an unmerciful thrusting motion, trying to keep time with Don, as they both rammed into her overfilled cunt. It was an incredibly tight fit but the sensation to Rob was fantastic. He reached around with his left hand and grabbed a flailing tit, his right hand forefinger felt for and found her spunk covered clitoris and began to rub and pinch it roughly. Susan didn't respond. She had fainted. ________________________ When Susan came around she was in a bathrobe, still naked underneath, lying on the couch with spunk leaking from her cunt and bum. She picked some up on the end of her finger and put it to her lips, tasting it tentatively; she had never really liked the taste of spunk. Don walked into the room looking concerned. "Are you all right?"? She nodded and he continued. There are still some shots that some of the photographers would like to take and three of the lads would like to fuck you, do you think you could manage?" "Oh Don, I have really loved being fucked, but I'm not sure that I've got enough strength to do anything other than lie there, would they mind?" Rob sat at his wife's side holding her hand and sucking a tit. Don was on her other side doing likewise. Don and Neal each held a tired leg upwards and as wide apart as they would comfortably go, spreading her thighs. Her hairless cunt gaped open, red and swollen, spunk and juices had puddled inside. The thin strip of hair that covered mound was plastered with congealed spunk, which also covered most of her abdomen and her tits. In turn, each of the three men thrust their cock inside a comatose Susan, who babbled intelligible words that made little sense. Each man pumped their spunk into the overflowing cunt, which simply could not contain the huge amount and overflowed running into her open anus filling it before continuing between the cheeks of her arse and forming a puddle on the bench below. Because her muscles had lost all of their strength her cunt was unable to produce any friction and therefore the fucking was long and furious before each of the men exploded inside of her. The cameras had long since run out of film but the orgy of lust continued without any pretence other than the men's need to fuck this beautiful and compliant woman into a submission she had already so freely given.