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She was gorgeous, I spotted her across the bar, sitting at a table on her own , trying to make her drink last. I don’t think she saw me, but then again I didn’t care if she did. She was blonde, tall I’d noticed, with a figure to die for. She wore a blue floral dress, the design swirled around her curves, enhancing them. Her bust, I estimated was 36D. She looked around, as if looking for someone. She paused for a fraction when she looked in my direction, then her eyes moved on.

I looked around the bar, wishing my husband Paul would hurry up. I had no idea where he’d gotten to. We had two days left of our holiday before we had to fly home. Home to the job I hated, back to the grind, and back our rocky marriage. Here we could pretend. I sipped my G&T, and looked around. The guy at the bar was still eying me up. He wasn’t bad, and if Paul didn’t hurry he might just get lucky.

“Hi, may I join you?” The guy said.
He sat down, before I could reply.
“I’m Dave,” he said.
I smiled, but didn’t say anything, if he wanted to pick me up he needed to do better than this, and he needed get a move on, before Paul turned up.
“Can I buy you another drink?” Dave asked.
“You can, but I’m waiting for someone,” I said.
“That’s alright, G&T?”
He signalled the waitress, and ordered a drink for himself as well as me. Then as we waited he continued.
“Look, I’m a photographer, and I’d like you to try out for me, I think you’d be great for a project I’ve got coming up.”
“And here I was thinking you wanted to fuck me?” I said.
Rude? Well yes, but I wouldn’t see him again, and lets face it, this wasn’t exactly an original pick up line. The girl brought our drinks.

This wasn’t going as I’d planned it in my head, and I’d done this more than a few times, and her reaction wasn’t what I normally got.
“Well….”
“ Chrissy” she said.
“Well Chrissy, I’d love to fuck you, but right now I want you to model for me, look here is my card,” I said.
She took it, looked at it, and turned it over in her hand.
“Your room number?” She asked.
“Yes, so you can think about it,” I said.
“You’d better tell me about it then,” Chrissy said.
I told her, the very edited highlights.
“Are you for real?” She asked.
“Check me out online, then if you want, well that’s my room number, or ring my mobile, up to you.” I told her.
“You don’t want to fuck me then, you want me to work for you?”
“No I want you to work for me, and I want to fuck you,” I told her. She laughed then, sipped her drink. She was quiet for a minute or two. Thinking.
“Ok, what about now?”


His room was a mini suite, which was a big step up from the room I was sharing with my husband.
“Where do you want me,” I asked.
“Give me a minute or two to get set up,” Dave said.
I sat on the sofa, and watched him set his stuff up.
“Ok, if you could stand there.” He said.
I stood where he’d said, as he took several photo’s, to the front, either side, and from the back, the lights initially blinding me, but I soon got used to it.
“Great Chrissy, now can you take your dress off?”
“Sure,” I said, and unzipped the side zip, then took it off, and threw it on a chair.
He took yet more photo’s, he was getting an eye full, as my undies were all lace, and not much else. I’d worn them for my husband, to hopefully put him in the mood. Some chance.


She was a natural, the camera loved her. I kept clicking away, as she posed for me.
“Would you take your bra off?” I asked, more in hope than expectation.
She smiled then, but bent her arms behind her back, unclipped it, and threw it on the chair with her dress.
“Knickers as well I suppose?” Chrissy laughed, then pulled then down, revealing a waxed cunt, with just a little landing strip just about her clit. Fuck she was lovely, she was exactly what I needed.

“What the fuck do you mean, you went to some creeps room and posed so he could take some photo’s of you?” Paul said angrily.
“Like I said, he asked, said he’s a pro, and looking for a new model, he thinks I’d be perfect.” I told him.
“You didn’t think it was some con to get you to his room so he could fucking shag you then?”
“If only, but no, he just wanted to take some photos,” I said.
“What the fuck has gotten into you Chrissy?”
“Well not fucking you!”


As soon as she’d gone I uploaded all the photos onto my laptop, then rang the office.
“Hi Rob, its me. Look I’ve just sent a series of photos to you.” “Hold on…Yeah got them now, fucking hot chick,” he said.
“Clean them up for me, quick as, I think I’ve found our girl for that beachside shoot.”

Four days ago I’d been on a not exactly happy holiday with my husband, and not looking forward to going home, or back to work. He checked the agency out online, and it seemed they were legit. And it was up to me, but then, it was always up to me.

Now he had flown home without me, and I was about to do my first professional photo shoot. First? I wondered if this was it. If it was, so what. My makeup had been done by a young guy, who had done a fantastic job, even down to gluing false eye lashes into place, something I always messed up. He’d even done my hair. Now he passed me the knickers I was to wear. Knickers, a thong, and see through, I pulled them up.
“Bit lippy there sweetie,” he said.
I adjusted the gusset, so I wasn’t lippy as he put it, although it wouldn’t take much for me to be so again. He handed me the bra. My size, with sheer cups. He fastened me up. I got my boobs comfortable, as he reached for the shoes. High heels, nude, unlike my undies which were dark blue. He put my earrings in, having trouble with the right one.
“Someone fucked the piercing up on this one,” he said, as I winced.
They were long, almost down to my shoulders. Platinum, with a diamond on the lobe. Then a matching band around my neck, with an inset diamond. I looked in the mirror at my reflection. I hardly recognised myself. He helped me into the dress, navy blue with sliver edging, designer. It fitted me like a glove, he zipped me up, then smoothed his hands down over my hips. I was ready.
“Woops,” he said, “nearly missed that. Put this on your ring finger, I’ll look after your wedding ring.”
“Swap?” I laughed. He didn’t.

As I walked out onto the set all eyes were on me, and I felt fabulous. My heels echoed on the floor. We were in a beachside villa, and it was swish. Open bi folding doors led onto a deck, which overlooked the blue ocean.

I posed as they wanted, self conscious at first, then the nerves were gone, as the camera went click, click, click, and the lights flashed from, it seemed, all sides. There were so many people here, I didn’t expect that, I thought it would be me and Dave, and not this crowd.
“Chrissy, that’s great, now, look at me over your shoulder, and look straight into the lens….great, now open your mouth just a little…..fucking great, tip of your tongue on your top lip….”
The lights flashed again, so rapidly it they seemed to be constantly on.
“Ok Chrissy, now take the dress off, nice and slow,” Dave instructed.


She looked straight into the camera, and she was so fucking sexy.
“Chrissy, that’s great, now, look at me over your shoulder, and look straight into the lens….great, now open your mouth just a little…..fucking great, tip of your tongue on your top lip….”
I told her to take the dress off slowly. She didn’t hesitate, and slowly pulled the zip down. I captured it all, then a straight underwear shoot, her nipples hard inside her bra, and I wondered if she was wet, and suspected she was. She took her bra off, and looked straight into the lens as she did without me telling her. She turned, her bum like a peach defined by the thong. A few more and we were done.


I was down to my knickers, and was surprised I still had them on.
“Chrissy, a word?” Dave said.
He took me to one side, as I was.
“Chrissy, I’ve another shoot to do, I’ve another model who is stuck in traffic, do you fancy doing it, extra money of course, its a bit naughtier, so its double what I’ve already paid you.”
“How naughty?” I asked.
“Well totally nude, and a bit explicit, with another model, so a little kissing, and some touching. If your uncomfortable we can stop. That‘s him over there.”
I looked, he was fucking lush.
“Yeah sure, why not,” I said.
And really, why not. The money he was now paying me was more than a months salary at my boring job, and this wasn’t boring.

My guy helped me re-dress, re-clipping my bra, helping me back into the dress. He’d already re-touched my makeup, and added an extra coat of lip gloss. I was ready, or so I thought.


We began again, though it seemed to me that the lights didn’t seem to flash nearly so often. I turned my back to the camera, and looked out across the ocean. Then I felt his hand on my arm, a hand that then travelled down my back, and onto my hip, then across to my bum. I felt him squeeze, then he pulled me to him, tight onto his chest, my breasts squashed onto him. He took hold of my chin, lifted my face to his. His eyes I noticed were blue. I gasped for air. Then he kissed me, kissed me full on the lips, which were slightly parted. He took that as an invitation, and his tongue invaded my mouth. So much for a little kissing I thought, as my tongue found his. His hands were still busy, cupping the cheeks of my bum. We kissed, both of us, and he could kiss, but suddenly he broke it.
“Ok gorgeous, put your arms around my neck,” he whispered.
I eagerly complied. Even in my heels I had to reach up, though only a little. He kissed me again, snogging me with a will.

My eye was fixed to my camera lens, as I filmed what was unfolding in front of me. I glanced over and checked the crew were doing there stuff, filming them from various video cameras. Of course they were, they were professionals. The only unknown was Chrissy. He was unzipping her dress, taking his time, and as he did caressing her back. Then he span her around, and said something in her ear. Her back to him, she reached up behind her, and put her arms around his neck again. He pushed the dress down, and it pooled around her ankles, he cupped her tits, squeezing them, then pulled the cups down exposing her hard nipples, which he took between his fingers and thumbs, teasing them, hardening them further. She tilted her face back up, and again they kissed passionately, and as they did, so she brought one of her legs up, and put her heel against his leg. It was unscripted, and so erotic…..


He was kissing me again, and I wanted him to. Dave had said there would be a little kissing, and some touching but this was beyond that. His lips were on my ear, then tugging with his teeth on my earring, tugging it. As he did so, his hand travelled down my body from my boobs, across my stomach, and onto my knickers, then between my legs. I automatically moved my legs slightly, and he took advantage. I was wet, I knew I was, and now so did he. He rolled my knickers down onto my thighs. I felt his fingers travel across my pussy, and search for, then find my clit. It was already excited, now he excited it further, his fingers firm on it, circling it, rubbing it. I felt him push the protective hood back, then his thumb went to work on it, as a finger penetrated me, and I groaned. I groaned because I knew I was going to cum.
“Oh fuck…no…..No….don’t fucking stop….oh Jesus….mmmmmm!”


I wasn’t totally sure how many orgasms she’d had, I wondered if she did. But I’d counted three, before he turned her around again, so she was once more facing him. They kissed again, and then with he knickers still rolled down onto her thighs, he pushed her down, his hands firm on her shoulders, and she went steadily down, all the time looking up at him, her mouth slightly open, looking so innocent. Then she stopped. She was squatting on her heels. Her face was level with his bulging crotch. She still looked up at him, as if asking him what he wanted. Her hands came up, she fumbled with his zip, her hands seemingly trembling. Her hand reached within, then she pulled his cock out. It was difficult, he was hard. She looked at its length, its girth. She looked up at him again, as if seeking permission to do what I knew she wanted to do.
And I called “Cut.”
She seemed to come out of her trance, and looked around, blinking at the lights. The makeup guy was beside her in a flash, quickly he swept his brushes over her cheeks, re-touching her blusher. Then another brush, reapplying her lipstick, another brush an application of lip gloss. Then he was gone, as she still squatted, his cock in her hand, absentmindedly stroking his cock, and I so wished it was mine in her hand.

I held his cock in my hand, my red nails digging into the shaft a little, my hand still gently stroking it, feeling the ridges, the veins. Above all the power. As I squatted, so my makeup was re-done, even my lipstick. I seemed to be in some sort of trance.
“Ok, everyone ready?” Dave called.
There was a pause.
“Chrissy, a few stills, I want you touch the tip with your tongue, and hold it there.”
I moved my head forward, then stuck my tongue out, so it just touched the great bulbous head. The lights flashed all around me, as I held my tongue on his cock.
“Great Chrissy, now I want it in your mouth, but I want your mouth wide, I don’t want your lips touching it.”
I did what he wanted, my tongue on the underside, touching, tasting him.
The lights flashed again.
“Chrissy, take your mouth away, just for a moment….good…..ok Chrissy, action!” Dave called.

I held his cock, it was so big, bigger than my husbands, much bigger. It was bigger than any of my boyfriends had been, so much bigger. It was harder as well, and I wondered what it was going to feel like inside me. This was supposed to have been a classy fashion shoot, but I was about to give some guy a blow job, probably let him fuck me, all as I was filmed. Paul was going to have a heart attack when he found out.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me. I didn’t need guiding. I welcomed him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the purple head, tasting him, feeling the smooth glands. His hand remained, his cock filled my mouth, then he went further, deeper. I was going to choke, he stopped, pulled back. I cupped his heavy balls, even they were big. Then he pushed forward again, I began to choke, but this time he didn’t stop. His cock was totally filling my mouth. He pushed into the back of my throat, and I knew I was going to throw up, but again he edged back, giving me a moment, before pushing forward. He didn’t stop, and soon his cock was in my throat, and still going down. My reaction to gag was gone, as my throat accepted the massive cock that now filled it. Then he began fuck my mouth, my throat, and as he did his cock seemed to expand against the insides of my mouth and throat. I fingered my sopping wet pussy. I plunged two fingers into myself. I groaned, and came, then came again.


I could see she needed a break, if only for a few moments, she had been squatting, and sucking cock for a while.
“Cut,” I called. “Ok Chrissy, time for a break.”
I led her to a chair and sat her down. She looked flushed, and annoyed, so she was either on the verge of another orgasm, or she was about to do her nut. I handed her a bottle of water, which she gulped down. Makeup touched her up.
“You could have told me, you fucking bastard,” she said.
“I could, but what would you have said?” I asked.
“I’d have told you to fuck off,” Chrissy replied.
“But now?”
“Well you still haven’t asked me,” she said. “You’ve manovered me, but not asked.”
“True, but you are enjoying it, aren’t you?” I said.
“So?”
“Chrissy, fancy doing a porno?” I asked.
“Do I get to keep the dress, and the bling?”
“The dress, but not the bling, it’s the real thing, and I’ve only borrowed it. Anything else?”
“Can I have a pee before I get my brains fucked out?”…….

I looked at the clock on the wall of my office. She’d be finished by now. I picked up my mobile, and rang hers. It was switched off and went straight to answer phone. I left her a message, telling her to ring me so as, so I could tell her, her new flight details…..


“I have some more work for you, if you’re interested?” Dave said.
“Work? Is that what we’re calling it?” I replied.
I was sitting in a club with David, wearing that gorgeous designer dress I’d worn yesterday for the photo shoot, and the bling as well, which he‘d let me borrow for tonight. I sipped my G&T, and looked around me. This place just oozed class. And with that money. Earlier he’d shown me stills of yesterday’s shoot, though not the video. Even to my untrained eye they were good. Some were on his website, the one Paul had looked at, and would make their way into several fashion magazines. But the rest was for a darker market altogether.

“Another drink?” He asked her.
“Yes, another, then you can tell me about my new job,” I said.
He motioned the waitress, who was at his side in a flash. He gave her the order, and then continued.

“Firstly Chrissy, are sure, I mean really sure?” He asked.
I’d thought about nothing else since, weighing up the pros, and the cons. But there was more to it than that. I thought about the shoot………

He lay on his back, all toned muscle. Good looking. Good looking with a cock of steel, and I wanted that cock inside, it didn’t matter I had an audience, I needed it. Now.
“Nice and slow Chrissy,” Dave called.
I straddled him, then gripping him, I guided him to my waiting pussy.
“Hold it just there!”
I paused, though I didn’t want to. I waited. Then makeup again. A quick swipe of his brushes, a touch of lip gloss, and he was gone. Then the lights flashed, as they took yet more photographs. I inched slowly down that wonderful phallus, and as I did they recorded every millimetre. I had him inside me, but I had to get off, so they could video it. It took all my effort to do what they asked.

Then they were ready, I’d been ready for ages. I did it all over again, then slid down that wonderful length, savouring every moment as I impaled myself, I took it all. He was bigger than any man I’ fucked before, but my vagina stretched to accommodate him, and it felt sooo fucking good. I pressed my hands on his chest, then I fucked him. I didn’t want him fucking me. I wanted to fuck him, no matter what they wanted. This was how I wanted it. I ground my clit down onto his pubic bone, and took myself on the journey, one I knew well. I was getting close, when I felt a hand squeeze my boob, not his, someone else’s. I looked to my side, and saw someone else. He was naked as well, and his cock was just as big as the one inside me. His hand guided me, but I needed no guidance. I opened my mouth, and took his length into my mouth, and as I did, I had the hardest orgasm of my life………….


“Yes Dave, I’m sure,” I heard myself say. And I was sure, though I had doubts, but I’d pushed those to the back of my mind.
“What about Paul?” He asked.
Good question. What about my husband Paul. He was a thousand or more miles away, and as far as he was concerned I’d just done a classy photo shoot for an upmarket magazine.
“What he doesn’t know about….” I said.
“He’ll find out eventually you do know that Chrissy don’t you?”
I nodded, and sipped my drink.
“Alright, I’ll feed him the images he thinks you’re having taken, is that alright?”
“Thanks.”
“Right, tonight we are meeting a producer, it’s a big deal, but he seems to like what he’s seen of you already.”
I looked at Dave, as he sat there. I could still walk away, put this down to experience. If I stayed it would cost me my marriage I was sure. But I’d made my decision.
“Do you want me to fuck him?” I asked.
“Yes Chrissy.” Dave said matter of factly………….

I sucked the second cock, as my orgasm faded. It faded, it didn’t go away, it rumbled on, like thunder, and like thunder it would be back, and soon. I took him deep, deep into my throat, though he was bigger, and it took a little more effort, at first.
“Cut!” Dave called.
We all stopped. The two guys were used to this, I wasn’t, and it took all my willpower to stop.
Makeup again. Did his stuff.
“Chrissy, lean forward,” he said. “No love a little more, stick your bum out….that’s it.”
I felt him touch my sphincter, wet and cold. Then his finger pushed inside me. I clenched.
“Relax, now this will feel funny,” he said.
He held a bottle, with a long thin applicator. He slid it into my back passage, and I felt a cold liquid being squeezed into me, then he withdrew it a little, another squeeze and it was done.
“Lube Chrissy, you’ll need it with the size of his cock!”
I knew what he meant. Paul had tried to fuck my arse last year, and it had hurt. Not me, him. I punched him, split his lip, and he hadn’t even managed to get his little cock inside me, now I didn’t care, I just wanted to cum again.
The guy in my pussy paused his fucking, and held me still, as the second guy put the head of his cock against my anus. Lights flashed, cameras clicked, then clicked again. I felt the bulbous head penetrate me, and it hurt, I winced with pain, which was all caught by the cameras. Then he pushed his length into me. It felt…..different….weird. Two cocks inside me, filling me. Both bigger than anything I’d had before, and I had them both, at the same time. Then they began fucking me, slowly at first, almost gently. The gentleness didn’t last. I was fucked and buggered hard. Suddenly it struck.
“Oh fuck…Jesus fucking wept…..oh my God, oh, oh, oh my fuckkkkkkkkkkkking God…..Yes, yes, oh Fuckin yessssssssssssssssssssss!” I screamed……………………….


“Do you want me to fuck him?” I asked.
“Yes Chrissy.” Dave said matter of factly
“Ok” I said.
“You want me to find you a place to stay?” He asked.
“Well as much as I like the hotel I think so.”
“There’s a makeup girl we use, she’s looking for someone to share with, that something you’d be comfortable with?”
“I’ll talk to her, and have a look,” I said.
“When are you going to tell Paul you’re not getting the flight home tonight?” He asked.
“Have I time now?” I asked.
“Don’t be too long.”
“I won’t. Can you send him a few piccies, keep him sweet for a while?” I asked.
“You can do that yourself. Some have been sent to your email address, just in case.”
“Just in case! You were pretty sure of yourself!” I said.
“Well I was pretty sure.”…..

“Hello darling, how was work?” I asked
“The usual. Looking forward to you getting home, really miss you Chrissy,” Paul said.
“And I miss you,” I said, though without conviction.
“So you at the airport?” Paul asked.
“No Paul, I’m not. They’ve offered me more work, you ok with that?” I asked.
“More, for fuck-sake Chrissy, no I‘m not, but that doesn‘t seem to matter, so I’ll see you soon, but what are you going to do about work?” He asked.
“I rang them this morning, and resigned, I’m not going back.” I said.
“Fuck Chrissy, that was a well paid job and there aren’t many of them about.”
“It was boring. Look got to go, have to meet some exec, I’ll send you some of my photo’s as soon as I get online.”
“Can’t wait, when you coming home then?”
“I don’t know, look got to go, love you,” I said.
“Love you too,” Paul said, as I pressed end call.
I took a deep breath, and switched my phone off, before putting it in my clutch bag.


“All done?” Dave asked.
“For now,” I replied.
“That dress looks good without a bra.” Dave said staring at my chest.
“Glad you approve. Now what do I get for tonight?” I asked.
“Another job Chrissy, this is how it sometimes works.” Dave said. “Ah here he is now.”………..

She hung up before I’d finished. She sounded different somehow, I wasn’t sure what or why that was, only that she did sound different. She wasn’t coming home, for however long that turned out to be, and it was going to be longer than a few days I knew. The fact that she ditched her job spoke volumes.

After I’d eaten the takeaway I switched my laptop on, and checked my emails. One caught my eye, it was from the Ellise Model Agency. I clicked on it. A quick note from that twat Dave, saying the agency would take good care of her, as it did all its employees. Attached several images of Chrissy wearing a black and silver dress, and some serious jewellery. She looked perfect, standing on some sort of deck, the sea behind her. Another in just her underwear and heels, laughing. A third, with some guy, his hand on the small of her back. Then the last, she was naked in this one, and she had that look, in just heels and the jewellery, a diamond where her wedding ring should be. The look said “I’ve just been fucked.”
I grabbed my mobile, and rang hers, but it was switched off. I rang it again, still off. So I rang the hotel.

“I’m sorry Sir but she has checked out.”

“As far as we’re concerned Sir she left for the airport to fly home.”………..

The penthouse overlooked the sea. I stood on the balcony, the sea breeze in my hair. I could see ships lights, far, far out at sea. He ran his fingers, down my arm, and I shivered, and my nipples became erect. He handed me my drink, Glenmorangie. The ice cubes clinked as I drank a little. I wore that designer dress, the one from the photo shoot, the same earrings, platinum with diamonds, around my neck a thick platinum band, almost a torque. On my wedding finger a huge platinum and diamond ring. They were real, and borrowed. They were for show, just as I had been tonight, on his arm. A trophy. I played my part, I hoped I played it well. Soon I’d spread my legs for him, a thank you for tonight, well its not as if I’d not done that before, but tonight was different. I did it to get a job, well done that before as well, but the job I wanted involved me being fucked as I was filmed. Filmed and paid a small fortune. So tonight I’d play my part, and it would be an Oscar performance. He smiled, and we touched glasses, as the breeze blew in my hair. I wondered if he’d fuck me here, and rather hoped he would………..

I put my case on the bed. The room was larger than I’d imagined that it would be, the door in the corner led to an en-suite. The apartment wasn’t huge, but it was, at least for now, home. I kicked off my shoes, and took my mobile out of my bag. I almost put it back, but knew I should phone Paul. I switched it on, and instantly it pinged texts, and missed calls. I read some, not all, but some, and he wasn’t happy. Not happy at all.
“Paul, its me,” I said unnecessarily.
“Chrissy, what the fuck is going on?”
“You know, I’m doing some work for Dave and his agency,” I said.
“What’s with those photos, and who the fuck is that bloke?”
“Just a model darling,” I said, cursing that Dave had sent the photos he had, I thought I was sending them.
“A model you fucked!” He shouted.
I thought about lying, but what was the point.
“Well he was very dishy, I’m sorry,” I said.
“Dishy, for fuck sake Chrissy. Where are you?”
“I’ve got a flat.”
“A flat, so when are you coming home, we need to talk.” He said.
We’d needed to talk for a long time, now probably more than ever.
“Paul, soon, but this job is going better than I’d dreamed, so I don’t know, look I’ll phone you later, ok?
“Don’t you fucking hang up on me Chrissy….”
I pressed end.
The job was going well, I had work for the next two months, thanks to………………………

I sipped my drink, the ships slowly went on their way. He was beside me, his hand ran from my arm, down to my bum, which he cupped. Then he pulled my close to him, I looked into his eyes, as he kissed me. He was gentle, his mouth soft. I kissed him back, and his tongue was in my mouth, searching for my tongue. With my free hand, I circled his waist, pulling him tight, feeling his cock hardening against my body. With my other hand I tried to keep hold of my glass, still half full of my scotch.

My lovely dress was around my ankles, my knickers, mid-thigh, as his hands explored my body. I leant back, feeling the cold metal and glass that formed the balcony, my hands gripping it to steady myself, and in doing so opening myself to him. His mouth was on my nipple, his teeth bit, I gasped, but the pain was fleeting, replaced by pleasure as my nipple responded, and was pulled into his mouth, suckling. I groaned a little, enjoying the sensations, as below us I heard a splash, and laughter from the pool, as beyond the waves lapped against the shore.

His cock needed a little help, help I was glad to give, and soon was hard. He wasn’t big, not like the two cocks I’d had when I was filmed. He wasn’t as hard either, but it didn’t matter, it can’t be big hard cocks, and fireworks every time. My knickers had caught on one of my ankles. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he penetrated me, I held on, my arms around his neck, my lips on his, hoping he could hold me. He didn’t last long, long enough for him to enjoy me, but not long enough for me to enjoy him. He didn’t know, and I’d been married to Paul long enough to be able to fake it without the guy even suspecting. I felt him cum inside me, then he held me tight, as his cock shrank and his cum began to leak out of me.

His bed was huge, huge and soft, with Egyptian cotton sheets, sheets on which I now lay, as my hands and mouth worked their magic, and brought life back to his cock. I used my new found skills, and deep throated him, his cock in my throat, but only just, and it didn’t cause me any discomfort, as it gave him pleasure, and for tonight that was why I was here, to give him pleasure. And for him to give me work, where men with huge cocks would fuck me until bells rang and I saw stars. Tonight I’d pretend the bells were ringing, and if not stars, then I’d make do with the moon. ……….

The bitch fucking hung up on me. I threw my phone onto the floor, where the screen predictably shattered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”
I looked at her photo’s again, she looked stunning, she always was beautiful, but in the photos her beauty was somehow enhanced. Then I looked at HIM, and then at her, standing naked, with her just fucked look. I wondered who had taken the photo, not him. Dave, it must have been Dave. Had Dave fucked her as well?

I was angry, so fucking angry. I opened a bottle of beer, and drank it straight down, then another. It didn’t make me feel any better, just less thirsty. She looked at me, her eyes boring into me from the image on my computer. Fucking slut.
I went to Ellise Model Agency’ website, and clicked on “contact us.”
I began writing the email, my anger consuming me, then before I could change my mind hit send. I showered, and then went back to it. No reply, then I didn’t expect there to be. I fumed………

I threw my phone into my now empty case. I zipped it up, and on tip toes put it on top of the wardrobe. I looked at my watch, and saw the white mark on my finger where my wedding ring had belonged. Had belonged? For me our marriage had been not what it once was, or what it should be. I didn’t have time for this, I had a meeting.

Dave smiled as I walked into his office.
“I tried ringing you,” he said.
“My phone is off, I’ll get another,” I said.
“Ah, I understand.” He reached into his desk draw and then handed me a new one.
“Its Android, you’ll soon get used to it after your Apple.”
“Thanks.”
“Well, good news, I think. I’ve some work for you, including a very nice fashion shoot in the sun. I’ll need your passport.” Dave said.
I handed it over.
“Right, you have a fitting this afternoon, get an Uber. I’ll meet you there. You must have made an impression last night, because you have a weekend away, for which you are being paid. Ok?”
I sat there, in his office, and wondered, was it really this easy to change my life so dramatically in the space of a week. My bank balance was the best it had ever been, all in the space of a few days.
“Fuck!” I said suddenly.
“Sorry?” Dave replied.
“Not you, I need to get online, and switch my bank account to paperless,” I said. “I don’t want Paul opening my bank statements.”
He gave me the access code, and I logged on in his office using my tablet. Internet banking where would we be without it. I finished, there were emails waiting to be read. They could wait.

I stood in a room. People were running here, and there. Everyone it seemed was busy, except me. I wore a pair of six inch heels, and a flesh coloured thong. Why the heels? To get the length of the dresses exactly right. I held my arms above my head as the gorgeous boy put a dress over my head, and then smoothed it into place. He adjusted it, his hands on my body, fussing. He put several darts in to dress, ones he, or someone would sew in later. A picture was taken, placing me with the dress. He moved on, another dress, then another. And another. Then underwear, all sorts, but the black and silver basque was the one I wanted for myself, the suspenders hung, empty on my thighs, for now.
“You need to loose a couple of pounds sweetie,” he said.
I didn’t reply, he could fuck off.

Across the room, another girl was going through the same routine as me, and like me she was tall, about 5’9”, and blonde. She stood in just her knickers and heels. She smiled, and mouthed something I didn’t get. I must have looked puzzled because she walked over.
“I said, meet for coffee when we’re done?”
“Love to,” I replied. I’d not had any girl time for over a week.
“I’m Lily.”

Lily brought the coffees out to our table.
“So Chrissy, how did you end up here, working for Dave?” She asked.
I told her.
“This fashion shoot we’re doing, is it for real?” I asked.
“Ah, I know what you mean, when I started working for Dave I thought the same. Well its for real alright, Ellise Models is for real, and we’ll get some work from it. it’s a bit of a front, but also a shop window for the other stuff we do. Plus I bet you, or your old man checked them out, right?”
I nodded, sipping my coffee.
“Right, so he’s happy, so are you, then Dave tries it on, throws in the lure of money, and hey presto!”
“Lure of money?”
“Don’t worry on that score, Dave always pays what he says he will.” Lily said. “And I see we’re working together next week, so that’s going to be fun.”
“We are?” I said……



I sat beside Lily, as we both had our makeup done for us. False eyelashes, new hair cut, and now heavy makeup. We’d both had a colonic earlier, so I knew what to expect. We were in a house an hour or so from where I was now living, it was huge, and I wondered if the owner knew about why it had been rented.
“Legs up Chrissy,” my makeup girl said.
I did what I was asked.
“Just relax,” she said as she popped a pink butt plug into my bum. It was pretty, and had a jewelled end.
“Comfortable?”
“Thanks,” I said, not that I’d ever had a butt plug before, then again a lot of things where firsts. Beside me Lily was having the same done to her. She was to be another first……

I bent over, my bum to the camera. We’d done the stills, and were now filming, or they were, filming my bum, and that it still held my pretty butt plug, for now anyway. In front of my face, Lilly, her legs spread. I could smell her, if I stuck my tongue out I’d touch her pussy. I touched it already, just. That was just for stills, in a minute I would go down on her for real, no pretend. I felt her hands in my hair, gently pulling me in. I wasn’t sure I could do this, no matter what I’d told Dave. I liked Lily, but I wasn’t a lesbian, and not even bi curious, not at all. I’d kissed her for the stills, and if I was honest I quite liked that. Her lips were soft, and gentle She was gentle, but this was different. Paul had, had a thing about lesbians for as long as I’d known him, just like almost every guy. But they didn’t have to do it, they seemed to think this was easy. It wasn’t, at least for me. She thrust her hips up, and her wet pussy was in my face. I touched her with the tip of my tongue. I hesitated. All good, because in the story line this was my first time with a girl. Her fingers gripped my hair, and pulled me. My face was in her wetness, I ran my tongue along her outer labia.
“Mmmm, nice,” Lily moaned.
I tried to think what I liked when a guy went down on me. What did I like?
I flicked her clit with my tongue, and got an instant response. I did it again, then ran my tongue down her labia again, this time unzipping her, parting her, her inner labia opened to me, and I tasted her. She was so wet. I drank a little, this wasn’t so bad. I tried again.

I watched as Chrissy went down on Lily. She was doing well for this, her first scene. When I’d told her what she would be doing, she’d gone white, so I knew the script would need to be altered, which would make a better video anyway. She was good. I needed to keep her husband away from her, but it looked as if she was doing a good job of that herself. She’d fucked the producer of this production without me even having to twist her arm, she seemed to know its what was required of her, and didn’t question it. I’d get her more work, keep her busy, this weekend would give her a glimpse, a real glimpse of what I intended. She wasn’t going anywhere, I had her passport locked in my safe, her old phone had been retrieved from her flat. She was isolated from her old life, as in front of me, her new life took on a new aspect.

Lily was coming. I knew all the signs from my own body. Her aroma seemed to intensify, and I in turn increased the stimulation I was giving her, to be rewarded by the flow of her juices that flowed from her open pussy, into my mouth. She was almost there, when I felt the bed give, as we were joined by one of the guys, he gripped her hair, bring her mouth to his cock. I watched through my eyelashes, but kept up my assault on her cunt. Suddenly her pelvis was forced up, and she came, as I buried my tongue inside her. Then I turned my attention to her clit, I knew its what I would have wanted, and she was no different, it was hard, erect I suppose, and the protective hood had withdrawn, leaving it exposed to my tongue, I swirled it around and then sucked on it gently. I felt the bed give again, a hand between my legs, then a cock penetrated me from behind. I was wet, and took him easily. I wondered if all the guys I would be working with had massive cocks. I hoped so. His fucked me, forced my face to be buffeted against Lily’s cunt, which was doing it for her, if not my nose. I lifted my face away, and looked at her deep throating her guy.
“Cut,” I heard someone call.
I stopped, as did the guy inside me, but he left his cock where it was. I squeezed it with my kergel muscles, savouring its hardness.
My makeup was touched up, my lips re-done, re glossed. Time for me to suck cock.

She looked great, her lips wet from the gloss that had been put on them, then she began her blow job. First a few stills, with the guy still inside her. I’d send one of these to her husband, that should send him the message, and I wished I could be there to see his face.…….

“Hey Paul,” Jon called, “isn’t that Chrissy?”
I was in the pub, watching the build up to the Grand Prix, they were showing people arriving at the venue. I looked and watched. The blonde was just getting out of a helicopter, she wore a tight white dress, really tight, and very short. How she managed to walk in those heels was amazing. Her hair was blown about by the rotor blades. Sunglasses obscured her eyes, as a tall grey haired guy put his arm around her as they walked towards the paddock. The camera seemed to zoom in on her perfect bum.
“Yes, that’s Chrissy,” I said.
“Fucking hot,” a guy at the next table exclaimed.
He was right, she was hot. I’d never seen her like that, but she was, so fucking hot……..

I stood in front of the mirror, and put my earrings in. I struggled for a moment with the right one, always had been a pain, the pin passed through my ear lobe, and I fixed the back plate. They were big, bigger than I’d choose. Silver loops. He stood behind me, and smiled. I wasn’t ready yet, I was just in my heels, and thong, and where my earring were big, my knickers were the opposite, gossamer thin, and barely covering what needed to be covered. I felt his breath on my neck. He reached around and fixed a choker around my neck, silver, with a ring set in the front. I heard a click, as it snapped shut. He smiled.
“Time to go, did you want the dress, or shall I take you as you are Chrissy?”
“Whatever you want Charles, though would I get into the casino like this?” I teased.
“You’d get in, even if you were wearing a bin bag,” he said. His smile was warm, but that was deceptive I thought.
He zipped me up, my LBD was as everything I wore tonight expensive, designer, all fitted me perfectly, having been altered at the fashion show fitting. I picked up my Coco Chanel cutch bag, and I was ready.
“You look ravishing,” he whisperer in my ear, “ come on, lets go.”

The Casino was busy, a waiter appeared and he ordered our drinks. A Glenmorangie for me.
“You remembered,” I said.
“How could I forget, try not to drop it this time,” he laughed.
“I won’t, unless you intend to fuck me here,” I replied.
“Don’t tempt me, don’t tempt me.”

I was decoration on his arm, all I had to do was look good, better than good. I smiled, but said very little, as we moved around the room. We played roulette, or rather I sat and played with the chips he gave me, as he watched. As we were watched.
I placed a pile of chips on nine red. I don’t know how much I was betting, it wasn’t my money, and I knew I was only playing so we could be seen, and being in the centre of the room, we were perfectly placed.
“No more bets.”
I watched as the as the ball bounced, then came to rest, by which time I was distracted by a George Clooney look alike across the room, except it wasn’t.
“Nine red,” the croupier announced.
I’d won, and it seemed won big, as a mass of chips were pushed my way.
“Chrissy, my lucky Chrissy,” he said. “Now stay here, I’ll be back soon.”
He disappeared, leaving me at the table.
I continued to play, though I still didn’t know what I was doing, but that didn’t seem to matter.

“Chrissy,” he said. He’d been gone for about an hour, and I’d been very, very lucky.
“This is Dieter, he’ll send you back to me in the morning, and I’ll have your winnings for you.”
He kissed my cheek, and walked away.
“Another drink?” Dieter asked.
“Please,” I said. “Glenmorangie.”
He ordered, and I walked with him. We found the food, and I grazed a little. He made me laugh, and I warmed to him, a little, though when he looked at me, with his piercingly cold blue eyes, I couldn’t but shiver inside……

I was coming again. I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and I was coming. How many times had I cum already. I didn’t know. What felt like steel was inside me, and it wasn’t comfortable, it kept hitting my cervix, and I didn’t like it when it did that. All thoughts of discomfort were gone, I was coming. I racked down his back, wrapping my legs tight around him. I threw back my head, and roared.
“Oh fuck, yes, fuck me harder, harder, fuck yessssssssssssssssss!!”
I calmed a little, he hadn’t slowed, and I knew I was going to cum again, very soon, it was…..almost…..mmmm….there.

His cock suddenly felt different, I felt different. I didn’t understand. Then it came to me, my vagina had adjusted to take his extra length, it had to be that, because it was impossible for a cock to enter my cervix, that isn’t possible, so my body did what it had to, and fucking shit, I was coming again.

My legs ached, I ached. He pulled his cock out of me, he still hadn’t cum. I was bathed in sweat. He looked at me with his cold eyes, looked through me was a better description. I knew what he wanted, but didn’t know if I could. I held his cock, my hand looked so small, I opened my mouth, the head filled my mouth, then I took some more. He didn’t force it, I adjusted my jaw, and the angle of my head, and his cock slid into my throat, then down my throat. I tried to swallow, but my throat just tightened on the monstrous cock, the sensations clearly making it even harder. Then he fucked my throat. My arms must have flailed about, because he stopped.
“Chrissy, calm down, breath through your nose.”
I did what he said. I could breath.
“See, now Chrissy, I’m going to fuck you hard. Do what I’ve told you, and you’ll be fine. You grab my right thigh, and I’ll stop. But it won’t end until I cum, understand.?”
I stupidly tried to say “yes.”
Then he began again. My eyes watered. His balls were hitting my chin, banging on them. I don’t know how long he did this to me, but eventually I felt his cock get even harder, if that wasn’t my imagination, and perhaps it was. But he stiffened. His cock pulsed, and he came in a torrent, straight down my throat, and into my stomach. So much of it, I felt him ejaculate for an age, so much cum, and all for me.

Slowly he withdrew, then looked down at me, with a strange look on his face.
“No one has ever been able to do that for me Chrissy, you are the first. Now lets have a drink, something to eat, then I want to fuck your arse.”
A girl appeared, I don’t know where from, she smiled at me, as I lay spread, and exhausted on the bed. I ate a little, but I drank two bottles of mineral water. I needed to pee, needed to clean myself up. My legs were like jelly. She helped me to the bathroom. Watched me pee, helped me stand. Wiped me clean, then wiped my body with cleansing wipes. Then she led me back………



I got out of the car, and walked up the steps of the hotel, still wearing last nights dress. I was exhausted. I got a few strange looks in reception, and a knowing smile from the concierge.
“Bonjour Madame, Sir Charles vous adresse ses salutations et sera de retour après le déjeuner. Puis-je suggérer le petit déjeuner dans votre chambre? "
"Merci, et puis-je avoir la clé?"
“Certainement Madame, s'il n'y a rien d'autre?
"Non, non, merci,"I said.

I’d just stepped out of the shower, when I heard room service, a young guy, a boy really, who got last nights wish, as I was still naked. I took a croissant, bit the end off. He was waiting, of course, a tip. Then I saw my pile of chips from last nights win. Was that only last night. I picked one off the top, and without looking handed it to him. His eyes lit up.
"Madame, merci, et si jamais il y a autre chose, n'hésitez pas à m'appeler."
He left, taking the opportunity to cop another look as he went, the smile never leaving his face. I looked at the chips, then laughed. His birthday and Christmas had just all come at once, seeing me naked, and then being tipped five hundred euros for the privilege……..

I walked down the staircase. The camera’s clicked, and with them of course the lights. I paused, as they took a series of photo’s just where the staircase curved around the wall of this gorgeous house. My makeup was immaculate, my blonde hair just so.
“Great Chrissy, just move slightly to your right…that’s it…now look directly into the camera…..fab.”
I stood in my heels, wearing just that black and silver basque I’d been fitted for, only this time stockings were clipped onto the suspenders. The almost there thong was black, with silver threaded through it. I moved on, carefully, then down into the room where the photo-shoot would continue. Today was the fashion shoot, tomorrow…well tomorrow was something else entirely……..

I saw her get out of the car. She looked different, but I wasn’t sure what was different. She looked good. No she didn’t, she looked gorgeous. She walked differently, and it wasn’t just the heels. I watched as she looked up and down the street, then seemingly having made up her mind she walked up the driveway. The grass needed cutting. She hesitated, then carried on walking. As she got nearer I could see that under the tight white top she was wearing, that she was braless. The cream shorts were fitted, and showed off her legs. Her tanned legs. I wondered where she’d got the tan, wondered if it was all over. ….

I was nervous. Why was I nervous, well I had every reason. I stood on the step of my house, the house I shared with my husband. Shared, that should be had shared. I had a key in my bag, but it didn’t seem right to use it. Jill the neighbour waved, and smiled as I tried to make up my mind. Then the door opened, and Paul stood in front of me. He’d known I was coming, I’d emailed him, but he hadn’t replied, so I was unsure.

I looked around, it needed cleaning, I wondered if he even knew where the hoover was. I didn’t know what to say.
“Drink?” He asked.
I didn’t want a drink. I didn’t want to be here.
“Thanks Paul, yes.”
I watched him fix us both a drink, and looked around. He handed me my drink.
“I’m sorry it happened like it did,” I said.
“But you’re not sorry it happened are you, I mean just look at you Chrissy, you were always beautiful…but…”
“No Paul, I’m not sorry….I’m sorry I’ve hurt you, I wish I hadn’t, but….”
I suddenly felt myself crying, I opened my bag and took out a tissue. He put his arm around me, and hugged me.
“You look great in those photos Chrissy,” Paul said.
“Thanks for saying so, I know it can’t have been easy for you.”
“Nah, once I got over the shock it was alright. Sian in the office is your number one fan.”
“You mean she watches porn?”
“She might for all I know, I meant the glossy fashion stuff!”
We both laughed then, the tension gone.


“Chrissy, I don’t want to get divorced,” Paul said.
“No? Well I think we should. Look we’ve been headed down that road for a while, be honest!”
“We can work things out,” he said.
“Paul, be realistic, I’m not going to stop doing this, and it could prove an obstacle to you work wise.”
“I don’t see why?”
“Well I do. Look, I don’t want anything, you keep the house. Just lets divorce, we can stay friends I hope.”
“But I don’t….”
“Paul, I’ll see a solicitor as soon as I can. Please Paul, we need to do this.” I said.
“I know,” he said.

I left the house, knowing I’d never go there again, and I wondered if I’d see him again. I started the engine, and drove down the road. I could see him in the rear view mirror, standing on the doorstep. He half waved, I turned left, leaving my old life behind.

The hotel restaurant wasn’t busy. The meal might have been good, it could have been bad. Five star luxury, but I wasn’t enjoying it. I had a bad taste in my mouth from speaking with Paul. My mobile rang.
“Chrissy, Dave. Your plans are changed.”
I listened then put my mobile back in my handbag…….

I sat on the edge of the leather wrap around sofa, my legs spread, as Dave took a series of photo’s of me, as I held one of my boobs. As he clicked away I wondered why I’d not done this before. True posing with my legs in some weird, and uncomfortable position wasn’t as easy as it might look, and it was in its own way tiring, but then the money outweighed that. No, the reason I’d not done this before was I’d not had the opportunity, or the confidence.
“Hold yourself open Chrissy love,” Dave said.
I moved a hand down to my fanny, and opened my labia as he wanted.
“Great love,” he enthused, “a little wider.”
In a minute he’d want me to finger myself I thought. Fuck I was hungry. Doing this as I now was for a living meant that little twat at the fashion show fitting had been right. I needed to loose a kilo, and keep myself toned, and fucking salad for lunch wasn’t doing my rumbling stomach any favours.
“That your stomach love?” Dave asked from behind his camera.
“No, a fucking earthquake,” I replied.
“All right, only asking…can we see your clit?”
I brought my finger up, and moved my outer labia a little, as the lights flashed, then pulled its little hood back.
“Fucking great,” Dave said. “Up on the sofa, bum to the camera, legs wide love,” Dave ordered.
I moved position, and as I did I saw a woman in the background, who I’d not seen before, and certainly not one of the crew who were ever present on a shoot. I wondered who she was, as I put a finger into my anus. I looked back over my shoulder, she was still there. I touched my top lip with my tongue. The lights flashed, blinding me momentarily, and when I looked again, she was gone, and the shoot continued.

Dave brought me dinner, I liked him, he was alright.
“So Dave, what do you want, buying me dinner, even if I want a curry, and I’ve got grilled fish and steamed vegetables from the c***d’s menu.” I asked.
“First, I think it’s time I fucked you,” he said.
“Alright, and what else?”
“The producer you slept with he wants to see you, I don’t know what for, but there will be a car here in the morning, you’ll need to pack your case,” he said.
“My case?” I asked.
“Yep, you are checking out.”
“Then, I’ll have dessert, then we can work the extra calories off back at the hotel, my room?”

I reached over my head, and gripped the headboard.
“Fuck we should have done this before, oh…..yes…..just…mmmmm…there, why…haven’t …we…done …this be…..fore…..oh fuck…cumminggggggggg”
I was, but Dave wasn’t, as I thrust my hips up to meet his thrusts, fuck he was good, and I was so, so greedy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still gripping the headboard.
“Harder.. Mmmmm, and faster….oh my God….mmmmm…Jesus fucking wept……”
I came again, but then immediately had another orgasm. When did I become multi orgasmic, I wondered, another building inside me, as Dave’s cock filled me. He wasn’t the biggest, but tonight my vagina was holding him tight, as my vulva had opened for him, my labia open like a flower.
“Cum Dave, cum with me, I want to feel you cum inside me……oh fuck….I’m cummmmmmmmming.”
As I came, so I felt him ejaculate deep inside me, he came rope after rope, I felt it all, and held him tight with my legs, as my nails dug into the headboard……..