Elle McBain Teen Fashion Model to Porn Star Part 2 The Sequel
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Elle McBain was a teenage model much in demand in the fashion world of New York City. She was first discovered at the age of sixteen and soon caught the eye of Manny Francisco King of the porn world in Manhattan.
Elle began posing for clothing ads in the New York Times. But, was soon high on the list for the better Fashion Houses. Her work kept her so busy, she dropped out of high school. She promised herself and her mom she would make sure to obtain her GED.
As she was leaving a photoshoot, she was accosted by two dangerous-looking men who ushered her into the back of a sedan and whisked her away to the office of Manny Francisco in a seedy neighborhood of Manhattan. Once inside, a very frightened Elle was surprised at the opulence of the office. It was equipped with very expensive furniture and décor. Obviously, it had been decorated by a professional. Elle was directed to sit in a very comfortable chair in the outer office.
Watching, via a two-way mirror, from the inner office, Manny was thoroughly taken by the beauty in his outer office. “Damn, this young girl makes both my tongue and cock hard at the same time,” Manny said to his assistant Gayle.
“I agree boss, she makes my pussy wet and my tongue hard too,” said Gayle.
Continuing, Gayle said, “She has the looks and sexiness to be a great moneymaker.”
After what seemed like a long time to Elle, actually ten minutes, she was ushered into Manny’s office. Elle saw a big brawny man with a long Cuban cigar in his mouth.
“Hello young lady, I’m Manny Francisco, president of Black Onyx Productions. Have you heard of us?”
“Uh, no sir, I have not,” Elle responded.
'Very polite,' Manny thought.
“We are the producers of high-class erotic movies for the elite of New York’s society.” What Manny did not say was he was a pornographer whose products were sold worldwide.
“With your classy great looks and allure, I think Elle would be a sure-fire hit. I can see you being a big star with unlimited earnings potential.
'Oh my god, he wants me to perform in pornography,' Elle thought.
“We employ only the most beautiful people both men and women. Our models are given stage names with their true names protected. In our videos, all models remained masked. Our productions are pure class, not seedy stag videos," Manny said.
As Elle was starting to say she was not interested, the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on entered the room.
“Elle, meet Rex, he is one of our leading men. Rex, meet Elle, I hope she becomes one of our leading ladies,” Manny said.
“Manny you have outdone yourself, she is drop-dead gorgeous and so damn sexy,” Rex said.
Elle was not a virgin and certainly not a prude, but porn had never been in her thoughts, however, the sight of this gorgeous man had her pussy moist and getting wetter.
“Uh, Mr. Francisco, I think you have made a mistake, I’m not what you might think,” Elle said.
“Come, my dear, tell me you don’t want Rex to fuck you,” Manny said.
Before Elle could respond, Rex stepped in front of her and presented his big hard cut cock that was protruding from his unzipped pants. Elle’s breath was taken away by the length and girth and big mushroom head that was now being rubbed across her lips. Opening to speak, her mouth was quickly filled with cock.
Hidden behind his massive desk, Manny was stroking his monster cock.
Rex began slowly fucking Elle’s mouth. Elle gagged when Rex’s cock hit the entrance to her throat. Her throat magically opened up and his cock slipping into her throat. As much as Rex wanted to blow his load, he wanted to fuck her more.
Reluctantly, Rex withdrew his cock and began undressing Elle. As her clothes came off, Manny and Rex were both taken aback by the beauty of this statuesque teen model. Venus de Milo had nothing on this girl. Her perfect hourglass figure was accentuated with large firm pear shape tits with long nipples. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small triangle, giving proof that she was a natural blonde. She was simply breathtaking.
Standing tall, Rex spun her around giving him and Manny a 360-degree view. My god what an ass Manny thought.
Rex placed Elle on a very plush sofa and spread her legs. He gasped when he saw Elle’s clit protruding out of her pussy lips. Oh my god, how good that will look on camera, he thought.
It was Elle’s turn to gasp when Rex began sinking his big cock in her tight pussy. Elle’s moans almost caused Manny to cum. Manny used all of his will power to restrain himself.
As Rex began fucking her deeper and deeper, Elle’s moans turned to muffled screams as he covered her mouth with her hands.
Manny could not stop himself, he moved to the sofa and removed Elle’s hand, and placed his monster cock near her mouth. Between screams, Manny forced his cock into Elle’s mouth. The huge head barely fit in. He was able to get maybe another inch in before he ejaculated spewing a huge load of cum in her mouth coating her tonsils. Elle was experiencing multiple orgasms, maybe her best ever.
Manny’s loud grunts and moans, along with Elle’s very tight pussy, sent Rex over the edge and he filled her cunt with a copious amount of cum. This teen model had just had her best fuck ever.
As everyone was coming down from their respective orgasmic highs, Manny was the first to speak.
“Baby, can you imagine that much pleasure and getting paid for it?” I have many great studs in my stable of stars that will fuck your brains out. I’m willing to offer you an exclusive contract making you my highest-paid star. What do you say?” asked Manny.
Elle was not able to immediately respond, and Manny took that as a yes. “Rex on your way out send in Gayle and tell her to bring in the standard contract forms,” Manny said.
Gayle had heard the moaning, groaning, and grunting coming from the inner office, along with the satisfied look on Rex’s face, and knew Elle had been well fucked.
Gayle entered the inner office only to see the naked Elle on the sofa with Rex’s cum seeping from her pussy. Having been fucked by Rex many times, Gayle understood the look on Elle’s face. Pure pleasure.
“Put the contract forms on my desk and get over there and clean up my new leading lady, Manny told Gayle.
“My pleasure,” said Gayle.
Gayle literally dove between Elle’s legs snaking out her long tongue and began licking the cum from Elle’s pussy. When her tongue came in contact with Elle’s clit, Elle almost lurched off the sofa. God, this is so fucking good thought Elle.
Elle thought she had been fucked out, but the cunt lapping she was receiving soon had her in the throes of rolling orgasms. Little did she know Manny had raised Gayle’s skirt and pulled her thong aside and was entering her from behind. Gayle was one of just a few women who could easily take Manny’s monster cock.
Manny wondered if Elle would be able to take it as easily, only time would tell, he thought.
Elle had an orgasm so hard she nearly feinted as Gayle finish licking the last drops of cum from her pussy. Manny blew his load deep in Gayle. Now it was time for serious contract negotiations.
Manny was in a generous mood and offered Elle a contact that would make her his highest-paid star. An offer that Elle simply could not refuse.
The fashion world was about to lose its top model, with no explanation. In time, many of the elites of society who bought the high-end fashions would discover that Elle was the star of videos that were played at the best of parties.
To be continued?
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Goth Girl Model: How had I got myself in this situation? Here I stood with my favourite black wig on my head trying to look commanding. My eyebrows had been plucked and new eyebrows penciled in. I was wearing my mascara and false lashes and my "fuck me" crimson lipstick. There was a thin line of eyeliner just next to the lashes on each eyelid. Vampire fangs had been stuck on to my teeth. My arms were encased in my black PVC opera gloves down to just below my elbows but my...
PART 1 For quite some time, I’d yearned to try my hand at modeling, but every shoot I checked into wanted someone younger than my twenty-two years or taller than my five-seven or thinner than I’d ever been in my life. In the meantime, I had to work, or move back home and accept the negative comments from my folks, something I was not about to do. I took jobs that were way below my skill level for a while but one Saturday, while having lunch with a friend, she remembered a classified ad...
PART 1For quite some time, I'd yearned to try my hand at modeling, but every shoot I checked into wanted someone younger than my twenty-two years or taller than my five-seven or thinner than I'd ever been in my life. In the meantime, I had to work, or move back home and accept the negative comments from my folks, something I was not about to do.I took jobs that were way below my skill level for a while but one Saturday, while having lunch with a friend, she remembered a classified ad she'd...
AUTHOR’S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author’s knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let’s say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. ...
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