Amy had always been the plain girl, the wallflower, through high school and into her married adult life. She was shy, introverted, and had little friends, not because she didn’t want them, she just didn’t know how to obtain them. She and her husband, Brian, met in high school, in a science class of all places. They had common interests like comic books and fantasy games and found they both loved cosplay events when they started dating seriously.
Now married and a mom with two elementary kids, Amy was the mom who volunteered for school activities and helped with craft fairs and science projects, but whom teachers always forgot. She and Brian had gained significant weight after years of fast food, very little exercise, and two kids. For Amy, she carried most of her weight in her big round booty and 40DD boobs, which she hid with hoodies and baggy pants. Brian had gained significantly more weight, more than doubling his high school size with a big beer belly. She liked to tease him, that if he didn’t start trimming his thick beard, he’d start looking like a sasquatch.
When COVID hit, the family became even more sedentary, watching movies and eating more frequently. She was watching a video on Facebook about getting your body into the best shape possible. She signed up for the program, like thousands of other hopeful consumers, and stuck to the regiment day after day. Brian would tease her that she was going to hurt herself if she kept up the dreadful routines, sweating on the living room floor with pushups and crunches she could hardly perform.
After a few weeks, her body started changing, and she had more energy throughout the day. She started making healthier meals, but they soon became just her meals when Brian and the kids complained about the vegetables and lack of red meat. Week after week, her workouts became longer and she became more addicted to the pain, sweat, and euphoria she received from intense workouts, pushing her body to do things she never thought possible.
Her body became noticeably different, her big ass became tighter, stronger, but still thick. Her boobs went from 40DD to 38DD to 36D, with visible abs below them.
She started following cross-fit professionals and soon joined a cross-fit gym. Her wardrobe started changing, and needing new clothes, she started dressing like the only society she knew, other cross-fitters. No longer embarrassed by her physique, leggings, tank tops, and shorts became her daily wear, and she became a regular at Lululemon.
Walking with more confidence, her new self-image was becoming noticeable to others as well. A few of the baseball moms on her son’s little league team invited her to join them for lunch between games on Saturday. She had known the moms for a couple of years in the league, but they had no idea who she was until the start of this particular season.
The women, who she thought were snobby, were very sweet and fun to be around. The conversation was fun, playful, and sometimes naughty, talking about husbands and prior lovers, and even about the coaches from teams. Amy found new friends with the baseball moms, doing hikes, runs, and even shopping trips together. She enjoyed taking their suggestions on the current fashions, becoming more trendy, further building her confidence in sundresses, crop tops, and sexier bra and thong panties.
One afternoon at Lizzy’s, while the kids were at school, Amy and her new mom group started talking about their boudoir photos for their husbands. Amy, naïve to such things, asked, “What’s a boudoir photo?” looking at her three friends quizzically.
The three looked at her shocked, and Lizzy responded, “Really? Let me show you,” offering her hand to Amy as she stood. Lizzy walked Amy back into her bedroom, her friends following, opened the large walk-in closet, turned on the light, and hung perfectly in a large gold frame was a beautiful picture of Lizzy, in white lingerie barely covering her pert tits and long slender legs, with perfect hair and make-up, sprawled out on a leather couch with an incredibly sexy look on her face.
“Oh my god! That’s you Lizzy!”, putting her hand on Lizzy’s shoulder.
“Yes, it is. I look fucking hot don’t I?” Lizzy commented proudly.
“You should see Tonya’s. The slut wore red in hers,” and laughed with the others.
“Shut up!” laughed Tonya. “My husband loves red, and I can pull off the slut look perfectly!” laughing at herself, flipping her long blonde hair dramatically with a hand on her slender hip.
“Wow, I had no idea. Did your husband take the picture?” asked Amy.
“Oh no, honey. We all used the same photographer. He is amazing,” replied Lizzy.
“He’s an old man with a great eye. He stared at my tits a little much, but he is very good,” offered Nicole.
“Everyone stares at your tits, Nicole,” Tonya teased her busty brunette friend.
“Well, just saying. Your boobs are about the same as mine Ames, so just expect it,” Nicole told Amy.
“Can I get his number? Does he have a studio or does he come to your house?” Amy asked, spit-firing questions as they came to her.
“He has a great studio. I think it’s bigger now since he is doing more work with local clubs. Let me get you his number Ames.” offered Lizzy.
Amy’s mind was spinning, nervously excited to take such erotic photos for Brian for his upcoming birthday. As she left Lizzy’s neighborhood, she pulled her car over and dialed the number.
“Jerry here,” came the answer on the second ring.
“Um, hello Jerry. Do you do boudoir photo’s”? asked the nervous housewife and mom of two.
“Well yeah, sweetie. I do a lot of them. Did one of your friends refer you to me?” he asked, with a little more excitement in his voice.
“Yes, my friends Lizzy and Tonya. How do I set up an appointment?” Amy asked.
“Well, let’s see. Today is Thursday, so how about Tuesday?”
“Yes! That’s perfect. I’ve never done this before. What do you suggest I wear?”
“Sweetie, that’s up to you. Most women wear lingerie, some wear bikini, some don’t wear anything. It’s up to you how erotic you want it to be. I include three wardrobe changes in my sitting, so bring a few of your favorites, and I’ll help you choose and we will see how it goes as we do it. Just arrive with your make-up and hair already done. How does that sound?”
“That’s perfect. Sounds like fun too,” Amy said, not knowing why she blurted it out.
“Well, it usually is. See you at 11 am Amy,” after Jerry gathered all her info.
“I’ve got some shopping to do,” she thought, as pulled into traffic on the way to the mall. Her first stop was Victoria’s Secret. With the help of a young woman, she opted for a baby blue baby doll that would cup her big breasts for maximum cleavage with sheer fabric that parted below her boobs to show off her hips and ass with a matching thong. She also got a white corset with stockings and a garter belt for options. As she walked by the MAC Counter, she thought of her makeup. She never wore more than eyeliner and lately lip gloss, but after seeing Lizzy’s photo, she knew she needed to step it up a level or ten. A curvy woman in heavy makeup asked if she could help her find something, and it started a beautiful relationship in Amy’s mind. Not only did she schedule her to have a sit-down Tuesday morning before her appointment, but also did her hair on the side, and gave Amy suggestions.
Amy walked through the mall back to her car excited, and nervous to do something so bold and out of character, hoping Brian would enjoy the photo. “I don’t think he’s not into porn, but I wonder if he will jerk off to it,” she thought as she walked. “He says he likes my new body and always compliments my workouts, but maybe he will get more energy to fuck me more seeing me like this,” she fantasized. She could only hope. feeling herself getting tingly and wet as she walked.
Sitting in her car, her nipples tingling from the excitement of new sexy lingerie and having her photo taken it was building the pressure inside. She squeezed her thighs tight and pushed the thought of being fucked more out of her mind, as she pulled up bikini options. She scrolled through Malibu Strings, a California-based bikini company. As soon as she saw the brunette model in the teal teardrop metallic string bikini, she clicked it into her online cart to be delivered by Monday. She knew she could never wear it in public, but the thought of wearing it just once got her aroused. With the triangle top barely covering her nipples, and the tiny thong bottoms, she was going to need a good waxing. Maybe a Brazilian wax like Tonya told her about.
The weekend crawled by, with thoughts of being almost naked in front of a camera a constant reminder. The thought terrified her, then aroused her. The more she thought about having her big breasts exposed, and her thick ass on display made her nipples stiffen every time- and she was enjoying it.
Monday morning, after dropping the boys off at school, she went to the gym and had one of her hardest 2-hour workouts. The amount of squats and leaps onto the boxes made her glutes and thighs burn, but she loved it. Sweat poured down her chest, soaking through her tank top. She beat her top rep count for pull-ups, and did 150 pushups, making her arms turn to mush. She normally waited to shower at home but brought her towel and sundress to change into to make her waxing appointment. As she stepped out of the shower into the empty locker room, she admired herself in the mirror, seeing the hard work it took to transform her body. She let her towel fall and flexed in the mirror, turning to the side and flexing her ass, seeing the striations of muscle on her thighs. She lifted her arms, flexing her back, then chest, making her big breasts move. Her nipples stiffened, she touched them, firmly, tweaking them.
She slipped into her sundress and left the gym, saying bye and giving hugs to the girls at the front counter. As soon as she sat in her car, she felt the wetness. She squeezed her thighs tight, only to feel her thong panties soaking up the wetness more. “Fuck, I am so horny,” she whispered to herself.
When she got home from her waxing, her first and probably last waxing of her life, wondering why no one talked about the pain of having your hair ripped from the sensitive parts of your body. “Was having a smooth pussy worth it?” she thought. She stepped out of her second shower of the day, once again admiring her fit tight body, and now smooth pussy. She lifted her foot to the counter, something she could never have done before, to get a better look at her new pussy. “Wow, you are pretty,” admiring her thin tight pink lips. She stroked her bare smooth lips lightly, suddenly slick with her juices. She caressed more until her two fingers were circling her clit, watching her pussy react to the touching, and then looking at herself in the mirror. She turned around, and bent over, looking at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her tight ass, with no stretch marks other than the three on her lower hip and stomach from being a mom. She was fortunate. “My asshole is even pretty and pink,” she admired in the mirror. Now was time to try on her new bikini. She ran her fingers over the shiny metallic-looking fabric, amazed at how small it was and if it would even cover anything. The thong fit perfectly, sliding high on her hips, between her ass, the teardrop design covering her smooth lips and sticking to her now glistening pussy. The triangle top felt sexy on her skin. Giving enough support to squeeze her big breasts together, while still covering her areolas and giving some under boob to admire. She moved her body in various positions, feeling the thong ride up into her as she moved. “God, this feels amazing. You are hot as fuck!” she told herself in the mirror, as she started untying the fabric from her body. Naked and alone in the house, she leaned over the bathroom counter, looked into her eyes in the mirror, lowered her hand between her thighs, and started masturbating. It didn’t take long until her body tensed, her boobs jiggled as she released an orgasm, reminding herself it had been a few weeks since her last self-inflicted orgasm.
Tuesday morning didn’t arrive soon enough. Amy was wide-eyed awake at 5 am when Brian left for work. She thought about doing a morning run or intense weight workout but didn’t want to do anything to ruin her photoshoot or hair and makeup appointment.
The arousal she was feeling yesterday was replaced by stronger nervousness than ever. What if she looked dumb? What if Brian hated her pictures? What if the photographer didn’t like her or her lingerie choices? She had to focus and not believe her mind games.
Her hair and makeup appointment went better than she imagined. She didn’t know what instructions to give, so let Sophia do her thing and what she thought was best. She did miracles, and she loved herself even more than ever.
Her heart beat faster with every mile she got closer to the studio. She arrived early, and took her time to control her breathing and talk herself into that it was just some pictures being taken. She wasn’t impressed walking into the small lobby with a small leather couch but figured photography studios don’t need a lobby.
Jerry greeted her with a kind welcome, then reached for a hug as they greeted. He offered her a seat back on the couch and sat with her, asking why she wanted to do a boudoir, and how she was feeling. She was obviously not his first timer, and quickly got her feeling comfortable after noticing her nervousness. He took her for a tour of his studio, which he was very proud of showing. Out of the lobby was a large open space, with clean polished floors and various lighting arrangements and backdrops. A custom black polished Harley was parked on mirrors. An orange and black hotrod was parked on the other side of the garage, a customer who just wanted his prize photographed. He explained he did a lot of work with car and motorcycle clubs in the area.
Jerry took her bag and carried it up the stairs to the studio where they would be working today. This studio was impressive. It was bright, and elegant, and had numerous backdrops, props, and photo areas with what seemed state-of-the-art equipment.
He explained the process and suggested they start with the white corset and stocking first. He pointed to the curtain changing area if she felt more comfortable, and then added, “We will be getting to know and see each other as we go along,” as if letting her know not to be shy because he would be seeing her half or fully naked through his lenses anyway.
“WOW, that is stunning, Amy!” building her confidence. “Your husband is going to love it,” immediately clicking away on his camera as she walked towards him. “Just be natural, and move however you usually move. Don’t try to pose or model unless I direct you,” he suggested, not stopping his clicking.
Not knowing what or where to go she stood in the middle of the room, waiting for further instruction.
“Walk to that black leather couch there,” pointing in the direction of the couch. “You work out a lot I see,” following her as he clicked away pictures of her ass and back. “Look over your shoulder at me while you walk,” clicking away as she looked at him. “Now I’d like you to just get comfy on the couch, sit or lay, however, you usually would do at home,” he instructed, moving to his knees as he captured her sitting. “That’s great, now look up at the ceiling and lean forward, let’s capture those big breasts of yours,” click, click, click. “Damn, you have some amazing abs, let’s show hubby some more of that,” as he moved up to the end of the couch, balancing himself on the arm. “Lay back against the arm, tilt your head back over it, and push your chest out. Yes! Perfect!” clicking away as she pushed her chest up, her abs flexed, and her head tilted back over the side of the couch. “Move your legs however you like. Cross them, put a foot on the back of the couch and the other on the floor if that feels comfortable,” watching through the lens as she slowly opened her strong legs. “You are making this easy on me.”
Amy felt her legs open naturally, one foot on the floor, the other leg on the couch back, her thong riding up, exposing herself to the camera. She felt so alive. So in control while being directed at the same time. She felt sexy for the first time. She sat up on the couch, putting her feet under her, almost on her knees as she sat up straight, looking into the camera with a serious look, holding her big breasts in her hands, then smiling.
“Yes! So playful! This is great Amy!” encouraged the excited photographer. After several clicks of the playful erotic pose, “How about you turn and put your elbows on the couch arm, stay on your knees, and keep that perfect ass of yours up,” he directed as he moved to face her on the side of the couch. Looking through the lens, her boobs were hanging but still contained in the corset. “That’s it, let your breasts fall over the edge, keep your booty up,” clicking away to capture her ass behind her while filling the frame with her face and boobs.
Without looking down, she knew her big breasts were looking amazing in her corset, and she felt sexier than ever. She looked into the camera and bit her lower lip seductively, thinking about Brian staring at her tits. She threw her head back, flinging her hair, as she lowered her underboob against the arm of the couch, pushing them up and further out of her corset. Afraid to look down to see if her nipples were exposed, she held the position and waited for further instructions while the camera clicked away.
“You are such a natural, Amy,” click, click click. “Hard to believe you have never modeled before,” catching the curves of her body from the front. Her thick bubble butt was amazing in her thong, her smooth ass cheeks plump and exposed while her big boobs were about to burst out of her corset. “Fuck, this is hot,” he whispered to himself, seeing her pressing herself against the arm of the couch. He reached forward, brushing her hair back behind her ears, exposing both her hard nipples that were now hanging over her corset.
Feeling his fingertips touch her skin, she felt her nipples stiffen, suddenly aware they were exposed and out of her corset. She looked down briefly, as he brushed her hair off them, and grabbed her right breast with one hand, holding herself up with the other as he instructed.
“This is so great,” he told her, lowering himself under her and aiming the camera up from under her. “Do you feel comfortable? Maybe we should move on to the nightie now?”
“Yeah. Okay,” readjusting her corset as she stood. She watched him changing lenses, as she removed the blue baby doll nightie from her bag. Since he wasn’t focused on her, she unhooked the back of her corset and removed it along with the garter belt and stockings without going behind the curtain. She pulled the nightie over her head, adjusted her breasts and hair, and looked back over her shoulder to see if he was watching. He was still focused on his camera, so she peeled her white thong down and picked up the blue thong. As she started to step into it, his voice startled her.
“If you’re comfortable, maybe leave those off. Your ass is too perfect to hide,” he told her without looking at her.
“Oh shit! Should I be bare in front of him? Would Brian like that?” the thoughts flooded her brain. “Yeah, okay.” she agreed.
“My god, her ass is beautiful,” he thought as he walked her to the fireplace backdrop, with a white bear rug on the floor. “Go ahead and lay down on the floor like you were waiting for hubby to join you in front of the fireplace,” he directed, watching her through his lens.
Walking bare to the next set was thrilling. She’d only been bare a few times during workouts and with certain leggings, and she was starting to feel herself getting wet. The instructions to lay on the floor almost made her pussy flood, stifling a moan, she lowered herself to the floor and looked up at the camera. He had her in various poses on the floor, taking plenty of pictures of her ass from above, the side, and from behind when she went to her knees looking back at him over her shoulder.
She sensed he could tell she was getting aroused, her hard nipples visible through the nightie and glistening wet lips he had to notice in some of the poses he put her into. So when he suggested she put her bikini on, she was more than ready for the change.
This time he didn’t make any camera changes or distract himself while she changed. He let her know he was watching her as she lifted the nightie over her head, now completely naked in front of him. For the first time, she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of being nude. She was thrilled! She felt powerful, knowing he didn’t want to take his eyes off her body she worked so hard to change.
She stepped into her tiny thong bottoms, pulling them up high on her hips, letting him watch her adjust the small patch of fabric over her pussy. She tied the bikini top behind her neck, facing him as he started taking pictures of her adjusting her boobs in it.
“Damn, I’ve never seen a bikini like that before. It’s perfect for your tone body. I have an idea you might like. Does your husband like motorcycles?”
“Thank you. Um, yeah. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a Harley?” she muttered.
“I believe it is. Let’s go downstairs and have you model that bikini with the bike,” he told her, picking up a pair of black stiletto heels on a rack of clothes.
He removed the mirrors from under the bike, and had her stand next to it, one hand on the handlebar, the other on the seat. Her nipples were aching in the thin fabric, touching the motorcycle as he positioned her around the bike.
“Let’s pick up the metallic fabric against the chrome engine,” he prepped her. He moved her next to the bike, “Now just squat down next to the engine,” he directed while clicking away on the camera.
Hearing his instruction to squat down almost made her lose control of herself, thankful he wasn’t 20 years younger and much better looking. As she lowered herself, her quad muscles flexed, and she naturally put her hands in her hair like she was doing a squat with a weight bar on her shoulders, sticking her chest out further.
“Fuck, yes! Just like that. Damn, you are sexy, Amy!” he encouraged her. “Your muscular legs are beautiful,” clicking away from above her.
Hearing his words further stoked the fire inside her. Watching him move back and move to his knees for a straight-on view, she parted her knees, feeling the warm wetness of the fabric ride up between her pussy lips.
“Oh look at you!” seeing her part her knees to reveal her smooth pussy lips. “You are so beautiful! Hold that there,” click click click. “A little wider,” he instructed.
She did as instructed, parting her strong flexible legs wider, her thong riding up further into her wetness. She instinctively let out a whimper while biting her lower lip, looking into the camera.
“Oh, that’s it. Play into the camera, Amy. Do whatever feels natural,” he encouraged.
“God, this feels amazing,” she blurted out loud rather than to herself.
He smiled, then chuckled like he had heard it before and wasn’t surprised. “Then just go with it. Do whatever feels natural,” he suggested again.
She put a finger in her mouth, sucking on it while looking into the camera, her other hand caressing her inner thigh.
“Damn, this is great!” click, click, click.
His words were firing her up, making her lose control of herself. She slipped her finger out of her lips, and ran it down her chin, neck to her chest, her fingertip disappearing between her cleavage.
“That’s it, Amy! Make love to the camera for your husband.”
She grabbed her left breast, while her other hand stroked her wetness, pushing her thong to the side, exposing her smooth pink pussy to the camera.
“Loosen your top. Expose your big beautiful tits.”
She didn’t hesitate, hearing his vulgar words to describe her big boobs as tits. She moved the small triangle fabric to the sides with both hands, tweaking her hard pink nipples in her fingers as tilted her head back against the leather seat.
The sudden ring of a bell broke her focus as she jumped, and covered herself.
“Oh crap, it’s probably a customer. Sorry sweetie. I’ll be right back,” as he stood and went to the front office with the camera dangling around his neck.
“Oh my god, what am I doing,” she thought to herself, adjusting her bikini bottoms and top. “Fuck, I am soaking wet,” she whispered to herself, catching her breath as she leaned against the motorcycle.
A few long minutes passed before Jerry returned. “Amy, that was the owner of the bike. I told him we were using it for your photoshoot and he was thrilled of course. But he asked if he could watch. He is also the president of the motorcycle club, and huge wealth manager, and could bring in a lot of business for me. If you don’t mind, I’ll do your boudoir for free. What do you say?”
“Um, I guess it’s okay. I mean I was getting a little carried away earlier. Does he want to use my pictures of his bike too?”
“Well, I didn’t show him. Those are your pictures. But I will if you don’t mind?”
“Um, I don’t know. I guess it would be okay to just show him. Don’t give them to him though okay?”
“I promise, Amy. That would be very unethical. Don’t let the biker image fool you, he is a nice guy. I’ll go get him.”
“Great, now some fat biker is going to see me in this. So what, I hope he jerks off later to me,” she smiled at her thoughts.
Who walked in behind Jerry was not what she was expecting. The image of a fat biker disappeared from her mind, as she watched the stranger walk in and introduce himself with his hand out.
“Hello, I’m Robert,” holding his hand out for Amy.
Amy froze, staring up into his light blue eyes, not noticing his hand in front of her.
“Um, Amy, this is Robert. Robert, this is Amy, the beautiful model I was telling you about,” giving Amy time to snap out of whatever trance she was in.
“Oh, um, hello. Nice to meet you,” taking his big strong hand. His skin was soft, but firm, as he gripped hers. She admired his tailored grey suit, no tie, with the baby blue dress shirt, and polished shoes she noticed as she looked down to avoid his eyes. He was a handsome man in his 50’s, athletic build, a short goatee, and impeccable hair.
“The color of your bikini matches nicely with the black and chrome, don’t you think?” Robert offered.
“Um, oh yeah. It’s a great match. Thank you for letting me pose with it. I love the hard steel, I mean chrome,” feeling herself blush at her fumbling words.
“Well don’t let me stop you, or interrupt your shoot,” he said, stepping off to the side to a bar stool against the wall.
“Oh, you aren’t. Just some pictures,” she fumbled again, suddenly embarrassed like a teen girl.
“Yeah, I see that, Amy,” looking directly at her big tits and hard nipples poking through.
“Amy, let’s go back to the squat by the engine. This time put your hands in your hair and then run your fingers over the chrome,” he directed, getting into position in front of her.
Thankful Robert could only see her from the side, she squatted down in her heels, the fabric once again riding up into her slit, instantly reminding her of her previous arousal. Hearing the click of the camera, she fluffed her hair, then ran her hand down her neck to her chest, running her fingers along the edge of her top before giving her boob a firm squeeze. She wondered if Robert noticed, as her hand moved to the chrome, caressing it like she wanted to caress her own body.
“Perfect, that’s it. Keep moving,” Jerry directed.
She opened her knees wider, seeing the camera tilt slightly lower, she ran her left hand over her pussy, out of Robert’s view, but not the camera’s. Her right hand stroked the chrome pipe coming out of the engine, as she started to straighten her legs, standing, still bent at the waist.
“Yes, keep moving. God, this is beautiful,” he encouraged her again, knowing she wanted more attention.
Her eyes moved with the camera, following him to the front of the bike, as she moved herself to the rear of the bike, giving Robert a view of her ass, bending over again at the waist.
“Perfect! Yes, bend over further. Rest your tits on the seat,” he directed.
“Hmm,” she let slip from her lips, again hearing him refer to her breasts as tits. She pressed them into the leather seat, immediately thinking this is where the handsome man rested his ass, cock, and balls as he rode the machine. The image of it in her head sent a tingle through her body.
“Reach for the handlebars,” he directed.
She tried to reach them, but couldn’t with the rear fender against her thighs.
“You can step on the rear foot pegs to reach them,” Robert said from behind her.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, knowing he was enjoying the view of her ass, she flexed it. She saw him look at the flex, and she received his smile with a smile in kind. “The footpegs?” she asked.
“Robert, can you show her what they are,” Jerry suggested, not taking his eye from behind the camera lens.
She watched him stand, remove his suit jacket, and flex his pecks for her benefit, before moving closer to her.
“Sorry, I don’t know motorcycles,” Amy blushed.
“That’s okay, Amy.”
Hearing him say her name made her blush more, feeling the heat rise inside her and her wetness again.
He squatted down next to her, “Come over to the side here,” he offered her barely covered pussy in front of him. He lowered the foot peg, took her ankle in his hand, and placed her heel on it gently. “Now swing your leg over to the other side,” he said as he stood, watching her leg swing high and wide over the seat to the other side. He lowered himself again, carefully holding her ankle, and lifting her heeled foot to the other peg. “How’s that feel?” not letting go of her ankle too soon.
Goosebumps rose from her ankle to her hip as soon as she felt his hand wrap around her ankle. When she swung her other foot over, she felt the fabric soaking into her juices. Her body was responding to his touch, as she looked down at him holding her ankle. “Um, that feels good,” she stammered. “I mean it’s good. Comfortable,” turning to look into the camera again.
Taking her hands in his from the gas tank, “Now you can reach the handlebars,” as he placed her hands on the grips, watching her lean forward.
Hearing the camera clicking got her attention and she smiled into the camera. She looked down at her big tits hanging, barely contained in her bikini, as she smiled into the camera, then a serious look as the camera clicked away.
“That was great, Amy,” standing to end the photo session.
“Let me help you off,” Robert offered, taking her hand, and helping her move her leg over the side of the bike, taking his time to let his hand linger on her thigh before sliding down to her calf.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Sir? I like the sound of that, Princess,” Robert smiled.
Amy blushed at her sudden submissive comment and the princess reference.
“Robert, Amy gave me permission, would you like to see some of what I got of your bike?”
“Of course, but I think Amy made the bike look even hotter than what I could have imagined” winking at Amy.
Amy stood, hands folded in front of her, standing in her micro bikini, not knowing what else to do, as Jerry showed Robert the small picture window. She noticed Robert’s eyes raise, then a smile form on his face, as he commented on the chrome and black paint in the light.
“I’m going to get dressed, Jerry,” Amy said as she walked up the stairs to collect her clothes.
Neither man acknowledged her leaving, but Amy could feel Robert’s eyes on her ass as she walked away and up the stairs. She knew the images he would be seeing, and it turned her on being so exposed to a stranger.
When Amy reached the bottom of the stairs, fully dressed in her leggings and tank top, the men were in a discussion about Robert’s bike.
“Jerry, just let me know when the pics will be ready. It was nice meeting you, Robert,” Amy said, uncomfortably.
Robert broke away from Jerry and approached her, “Amy, it was a pleasure. Thank you for posing with my bike. You truly are beautiful,” as he leaned in to hug her.
“My pleasure,” Amy whispered, feeling his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her in tight.
“Where do you work out? Your cross-fit body doesn’t come naturally,” he complimented.
“No, it doesn’t. I train at The Cross-Fit Academy downtown. It’s my second home,” she smiled noticing him admiring her body.
He took a few seconds to let his eyes roam over her body, not hiding his admiration, “Your hard work shows,” giving her another wink.
“Thank You again. Sir,” emphasizing “sir” as they shared a light laugh.
On her drive home, she pulled over under a large tree on an empty street. She had to collect her thoughts and scratch an itch that had been building. Her nipples were still rock hard as she tweaked her left nipple over her tank while putting her car into park. She slipped her right hand into her leggings, feeling her slick juices coating her smooth lips and circled her clit. She stroked her clit, putting her head back, thinking about her photo shoot, how wet she was in front of the camera, touching her exposed body. She rubbed her pussy firmly, up and down on her clit, spreading her legs wider in her seat. With two fingers she curled them up inside herself like she wanted to do squatting next to the bike earlier, frantically working her clit. She felt her orgasm building, and she rubbed faster, thinking about Robert bending her over the side of his bike and fucking her in front of the camera. She yelped out loud in her car, as her orgasm came crashing in. “Fuck, I needed that!” she said to herself, wiping her slick fingers off on a towel, and adjusting her leggings. “I should just get a dildo, he never fucks me anyway,” she thought grudgingly.
As she pulled into traffic, rushing to beat the boys home from school her phone rang, Jerry Photographer on her car display. “Hello Jerry,” she answered with a smile.
“Amy. Robert just left, and I have some pretty exciting news I think you’ll like!” he said with excitement in his voice.
“Oh? He made me so nervous Jerry. But not in a bad way. He wasn’t the biker type I expected.”
Jerry chuckled, “Yeah, I saw that. He is not a typical biker. He is an investment banker, and very wealthy. The bike club is his hobby. Anyway, he is very impressed by you. He wants to do a full calendar for his bike club. A bike of the month per se. This will be a great opportunity, Amy!”
“That’s wonderful Jerry. I’m excited for you! You are very good at what you do. I’m sure he will be very happy with your work,” she smiled, happy for his success.
“It’s great for both of us, sweetie!”
“Um, what do you mean? How is it great for me? Does he want to use my pictures you took today?” she asked curiously. Hoping she got to approve the ones he used.
“He wants you to model every bike! You are to be his exclusion model. His words, not mine. He told me to pay you whatever you wanted and not to interview any other models.”
“Seriously? Me?” shocked and becoming more terrified at the prospect of being a model. “I don’t know, Jerry. I don’t know what to do,” as she pulled her car off the street into a bank parking lot.
“You are officially a model with experience now, sweetie! I showed him your pictures. Don’t worry, I kept the naughty ones hidden. Can you start next week? I need to order you bikinis, heels, and some backdrops. We’ll do a bike a day, two, possibly three a week to give him time to get the bikes to the studio. How does that work for you?”
“Um, yeah. Oh my god, I can’t believe this, Jerry. I’ll text you my sizes when I get home. How much will I be making for this?”
“I told him you wouldn’t do it for less than $12,000, and he agreed. So next Tuesday at 11 am again,” and disconnected.
“Did he say $12,000? Holy shit!” she laughed in her car.
The days clicked by, thinking about the upcoming photoshoot, it seemed to be the longest week of her life. The difficult part was she couldn’t tell anyone. Her mind ran away from her each day the kids and Brian left the house. Masturbating each morning after her workouts became routine. She needed more and found an adult store in the next town, and bought her first dildo. Every self-inflicted orgasm came with the same image of her showing her pussy to the camera, or being bent over a motorcycle in front of the camera.
She needed Brian to fuck her, so when the kids asked if they could spend the night at friends’ houses, she quickly agreed, and got them out of the house by the time Brian got home from work. As soon as Brian walked through the door, she wrapped her arms around his neck, wearing his favorite sundress, and kissed him through his thick beard.
“How about we order in, and watch a movie?” she asked in her best sexy voice and look on her face.
“Oh yeah? That sounds nice! Wait, what are you wanting? What did you break, Amy?” he teased.
“Nothing, you big lug,” hitting his chest with her hand. “Maybe your wife just wants to make her hubby happy?” sliding her hand down his big belly to his crotch, cupping his balls in her hand.
“You have 10 minutes to stop that!” he chuckled.
“Oh you like that don’t you,” she teased, stroking his growing dick over his pants. “What if your wife did whatever you wanted?” undoing his belt and pants as she squatted down in front of him, pulling his pants down as she went.
“Seriously, Amy? Damn, what got into you today?” watching his wife taking his hard dick into her mouth.
She shrugged, “I had a bad workout, and been horny all day,” she said between licks. “Do you want me to stop?” sucking him to the back of her throat.
“God, no,” putting his hand on her head.
Bobbing her mouth on his dick, and without thinking, her hand went under her open legs and stroked her wet smooth pussy. “You going to return the favor and fuck me?” she asked, stroking the only dick she has ever known.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum,” Brian blurted.
“No, no, not yet,” taking her hand and mouth off him. “I need you to fuck me, Brian!”
Too late, his dick erupted, dribbling cum down his shaft and falling on the floor.
“It’s okay, I should have taken it slower. Let’s go to the bedroom, I want to show you something,” pulling him by his dick into the bedroom. She helped him out of his pants and boxers and told him to get on the bed. She lifted her sundress off over her head, standing naked at the foot of the bed, she crawled up by his feet staring at her.
“What are you going to show me?” he asked nervously, looking at her fit body. She moved over him, standing over him on the bed, showing him her bare smooth pussy. “I got waxed. Do you like it?” she asked, caressing and parting her pink wet lips.
“Yeah. Damn, Amy,” he mumbled, staring at her pussy above his face.
“Good, I want you to lick me,” she said as she lowered herself over his face. feeling his bushy beard touching her smooth tender lips. She felt his tongue, exploring her wetness. “Yes, just like that,” grinding her pussy on his mouth. She put her hands on the headboard, steadying herself on his mouth as he licked her furiously. “Put your fingers inside,” moaning, willing herself to orgasm.
Doing as he was told, he put his finger inside her, surprised how easily it slipped into her wetness. Using her strong quads, she lifted and lowered herself on his finger through moans.
“More, Brian! Use two!” she begged, closing her eyes as he focused on being penetrated, wishing it was a real cock. Feeling his fingers jamming into her with no sensual motions, or angles, she went with it and imagined his fingers were a cock, any cock, penetrating her. She had an orgasm, light by her recent standards, crawled off her husband, and went to her shower.
Tuesday Morning arrived, and her nerves were on edge. She was excited to do the photoshoot, being a model, but nervous about how her body would react being in front of the camera again. She prepared herself, making sure she was still entirely smooth, inspecting her tender skin for bumps and blemishes. Satisfied, she slipped into a strapless sundress, minus the bra and panties so no lines would mark her skin, folded her robe, tossed it into her beach bag, and left the house. Stepping into the lobby an hour early, Sophia was prepped and waiting. Her hair and makeup went quicker this time, Jerry suggesting they go lighter on the makeup with this setting. Sophia was finishing her work when Robert walked through the door, wished Amy good morning, and continued into the photo area with the bikes. “Oh shit. Do you know who that is?” Sophia whispered into Amy’s ear, finishing her hair.
“It’s Robert, he owns a couple of the motorcycles,” Amy responded casually, looking at her hair and eyes in the mirror.
“Girl, that is Robert Callaway! You know him? That’s who you are modeling for?”
“Yeah. I forgot his last name. Why?”
Sophia laughed, “Girl, he owns half the city and tons of businesses. He’s even been a guest on Shark Tank as an investor. He is so hot.”
“Oh, well do you want to meet him?” Amy asked. “He’s really nice man.”
“No, no. I need to get going,” taking a last proud look at her final work as she hugged and kissed Amy wishing her luck.
Jerry had Robert’s bike displayed under bright lights with the wintery background for the month of January layout, ready for his model to join. He had a black one-piece swimsuit with several straps crisscrossing her back and a deep plunging front with two thin strips to cover her nipples before becoming a thinner strip wrapping under her pussy to her ass. The black heels were something she imagined strippers wear, balancing herself carefully as she stepped in front of the bike. He put her in various poses in the front of the bike, capturing her barely covered tits, and ass when he turned her around to hold the handlebars while straddling the front fender.
“Look back at me Amy,” he directed, his camera lens inches from her ass.
As soon as she saw the camera at her ass, she felt the first rush of juices flowing between her thighs.
“That’s it, sweetie. Stick that beautiful ass out.” He moved her to the side of the bike, hands on the seat, her boobs hanging, as his camera clicked away from the other side of the bike. “A little lower,” he directed.
She lowered her chest, her nipples barely touching the leather seat. As she felt her nipples stiffen to the touch, the front door chime alerted them. As Jerry got distracted by the chime, she slowly rocked her chest along the seat, letting the leather rub her nipples over the thin fabric covering her hard nipples.
“Amy, back to leaning over, move your hair around, and flex your muscular arms,” he directed.
She took a step back, bending at the waist slowly for Robert’s benefit, looking into the camera, letting her boobs hang over the seat. She spread her hands out, one on the tank, the other on the rear fender, as she flexed doing a pushup, her boobs pressed into the seat and back up, the striations of her muscles showing.
“God, your muscles are hot,” clicking away. “Let’s get you up on the bike,” waiting for her to move, holding her camera in front of his face.
She put her heel on a foot peg, unsure what to do next. “Will it fall over? I might need some help,” she asked shyly.
“Here, let me help you,” Robert spoke up, coming to her aid. Wrapping his hand around her waist, “Switch feet. Put your left foot on the peg.”
Feeling his bare hand on her hip, she almost melted into him. “Thank you,” she whispered, putting her hand on his shoulder. “God, he must work out,” she thought feeling his muscular shoulder.
“Now swing your right foot over the seat, and put it on the other peg,” holding her hip tight in his hand.
As she moved her leg slowly over the seat, her knee rested on the seat as she adjusted.
“Hold that, keep your knee on the seat, sweetie,” his camera clicking away.
With her hands gripping the handlebars, she stuck her chest out, arching her back, looking into the camera, thinking she would fall off the bike any second. “I’m going to fall,” she whispered without breaking the pose.
“I got you,” can the voice next to her. “Focus on the camera,” as a command rather than a suggestion tone.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, feeling his hand on her thigh, without taking her eyes off the camera. Her knee slipped, and immediately she was held in place by his hand on her ass. “Ahh,” escaped her lips, feeling his firm grip on her ass cheek.
“Thank you, Robert,” Jerry called out. “I can photoshop you out.”
Amy shifted herself, feeling Robert’s hand shift with her, his fingers adjusting into her flesh. She willed his hand and fingers over her ass flesh as she continued with her poses. She pressed her ass back and lifted, letting his fingers slide under the thin strip of fabric covering her slit.
Looking up at her, watching her muscular thigh flex he admired her big hanging tits. He felt his fingers sliding under her thong swimsuit, and moved his fingers forward, parting her ass cheeks. He felt the heat from her on his fingers, as he slowly moved them up and down, caressing her, almost rimming her asshole.
Amy let out a gasp, mouth open, then bit her lower lip while looking into the camera. His fingers were so close. “More!” she willed his fingers.
“I love that look, Amy!” encouraged Jerry.
She moved her hips again, letting his fingers explore more of her from behind, out of Jerry’s view. She looked down briefly to see him looking at her hanging tits, barely covered by the thin fabric over her nipples, and smiled. She lowered her chest, letting her nipples rub the cool steel of the tank as she lowered herself onto his fingers. “Oh my god,” she moaned, feeling his fingertips touch her wet lips.
“You okay, sweetie?” Jerry asked without taking his eye from the lens.
“Hmm, hmm. Just positioning myself,” feeling a finger penetrate her, pushing inside her pussy, stifling a moan.
“Let’s change bikes,” Jerry announced, setting his camera on the floor to change lenses.
Amy froze, enjoying the finger inside her, softly fucking her. Feeling the finger be removed made her look down at Robert, smiling up at her.
“That was wonderful, Amy,” complimenting her modeling his bike.
“Thank you. It was pretty hot,” she blurted, blushing. “How do I dismount this thing?” looking around the bike.
“Let me help you,” putting his arm around her waist, and lifting.
With her hands on his shoulders, feeling herself being lifted off the bike into his arms, she pressed her chest into his face.
“I should help with every photoshoot,” he said chuckling, with his face between her tits.
“Yeah, you should!” she giggled, feeling his hands squeezing both ass cheeks as he set her down. “I better go change,” she said, releasing his touch.
As she walked to the small curtained changing booth, she took a look back over her shoulder, he was watching her walk away. No longer shy as before, she left the curtain partially open, letting either men to watch her change if they wanted to do so. She bent over, unstrapping the heels, her ass in full view before stepping out of them. She peeled the black 1-piece off her body, feeling the wetness of the fabric sliding down her thighs. She took the red string bikini bottoms off the hangar and inspected it. She stepped into the tiny strings, pulling it up between her thighs, adjusting the thin string between her ass cheeks, and tightened the strings on both hips. The top, similar to her teal bikini, was a triangle, and just covered her nipples, with plenty of under and side boobs revealed.
She stepped out in her red bikini and red stiletto heels to see the candy apple red Harley under bright lights and a white background. “This is beautiful,” approaching the front of the Harley Road King. “I am definitely going to need help getting on this,” she said looking at Robert and running her fingers over the red saddlebags.
“We’ll need to take your heels off on this one,” Jerry said. “So while you have them on, let’s get you in front of the bike.”
She posed in various positions as she was directed, taking peaks at Robert intently watching her. She started with her hands on the front fender, bent at the waist, legs parted looking at the from between her legs. She was enjoying Jerry’s fascination with her muscular legs and ass. Looking back over her shoulder into the camera, she could feel Robert’s eyes on her. He moved her to the side of the bike, squatting down in her heels, posing next to the chrome detailed engine. Robert moved out of the camera’s view to behind Jerry. Under the lights, she couldn’t see his face, only the outline of his figure, but felt his eyes were on her body. She ran her hand over the chrome air intake and up the thick chrome fork.
“That’s it, sweetie,” encouraging her movement. “Wrap your little hand around that chrome,” he said with enthusiasm.
She gripped the long chrome fork, tilted her head back on the leather seat, and slid her hand down the chrome tube and back up.
“Yes! God, yes. Just like that. Part your knees, sweetie,” he directed.
As soon as he heard the command to part her knees, he knew what he wanted, and the fire was stoked. She parted her knees slowly, flexing her quads, and sticking her chest out, tilting her head back, knowing what Robert was about to see. She felt the small fabric against her pussy, and opened her legs wider. Her nipples stiffened, as she put her other hand on her inner thigh, caressing while holding the chrome fork.
“That’s it! Stroke it,” his camera clicking away.
Amy looked at Jerry with a stunned look on her face. “Um, what?” breaking her focus on the new instruction.
Jerry looked around his camera, “The fork. Stroke it,” he said again, suddenly realizing what he just said.
Amy looked at him again, still unsure what he was talking about, and getting frustrated by not understanding the direction.
Robert stepped forward from behind the light and kneeled in front of her, putting his hand on her hand, holding the chrome fork. “This is called a fork,” he said in almost a whisper. “Your hand was stroking it and he’d like you to do it again,” he said, a smile on his face, trying not to laugh.
“Oh. Oooh!” Amy blurted, yanking her hand away. “Oh my god, how embarrassing,” she said, covering her face with her hand, and closing her legs tight.
They all started laughing with each other, Jerry pushing it as he made a lewd comment about the only model who jerked off a Harley.
“I think she needs a little break,” Robert said, still chuckling, guiding her to a nearby barstool.
His chivalry was intoxicating, always there to protect and help her, without asking. She felt herself blush, taking his hand as he helped her up. When he suggested a break, she was thankful, her quads were on fire from the squatting. When his hand touched her lower back, she flushed, then paused, soaking in his touch as she moved slowly to the barstool. He handed her a bottle of water, and like a true gentleman, asked her if she needed anything else.
“A massage would be nice,” she blurted without thinking about the context. She rubbed both her muscular thighs with her hands, and recovered, “My quads are burning from all the squatting. I shouldn’t have done legs yesterday,” avoiding his eyes.
“Your legs are definitely noticeable, especially in a bikini,” he complimented.
“Thank you,” meeting his eyes on her. “It’s been a long journey to becoming fit. These are the only things that have stayed,” looking down at her big boobs he was admiring.
“Jerry, do you have any lotion or muscle cream?” Robert called out.
“I have some oil upstairs. I’m going to go across the street to get some drinks. What would you like?” Jerry offered.
“Our Princess would like a Diet Coke and can you get me a Monster, Dragon Tea if they have it? Thanks, Jer,” Robert called out. “Let’s get some oil on those legs,” taking her by the hand and guiding her to the stairs.
“How did you know I drink Diet Coke,” stepping onto the staircase in front of him.
“With a body like yours, no way you drink regular soda. And I saw a bottle of it in your car this morning,” he chuckled.
“Oh, a sly one,” she giggled. “And thank you for the compliment. Is that why you want to walk behind me,” giggling as she put her hands behind her back to cover her bare ass in his face.
“Hey now, you can’t deny this one pleasure after a compliment like that,” he teased, moving her hands off her ass, replacing them with his.
“Hmm,” escaped her lips. “Be careful there mister,” she warned, looking back over her shoulder at him, reaching the top of the stairs and stopping.
“Oh, I promise to be very careful,” he said without looking up at her, squeezing her ass cheeks. “As long as you don’t mind?”
“Again, with the polite chivalry,” she thought, melting into his hands. “Not at all,” frozen in his hands.
“Your ass is amazing,” he whispered, kneading her soft flesh. “So thick and firm, I want to bite it,” he said, looking up for her reaction.
“Oh my god, stop,” she teased, but wishing he wouldn’t.
“Let’s get you some of that oil for your muscles,” as he scooped her up in his arms, surprising her by his strength.
“Oh shit! You are strong!” one arm around his neck, the other grabbing his bicep and squeezing. “Can you believe you are the only man who has ever picked me up in his arms?” she said softly, wondering why she even said it as he carried her to a barstool.
“Well, that’s a shame, isn’t it,” setting her on a barstool and stepping toward the cabinet. “Here we go,” walking back with a bottle of Arnica massage oil.
Without asking, she watched him pour a liberal amount into his palm and rub his hands together, before putting his warm hands on her thigh. He massaged and kneaded her muscular right thigh with both hands, milking the knot, and loosening the muscle.
“Oh, wow,” she moaned softly. “You are amazing with your hands,” watching him, then realizing what she just said, blushing.
He chuckled at her naivety, and continued to rub her thigh, moving his hands, one on her inner thigh, the other on the outer side as he gave her long, firm, deep tissue strokes. He stopped briefly, to pour more oil into his palm, before stepping closer, parting her legs, standing between them.
Feeling her legs part, and his body moves closer, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was too focused on her thighs to notice her watching him rub her skin expertly.
“How’s that feel?” he asked sincerely, moving his hand further up her inner thigh, his fingertips almost touching her micro bikini fabric.
“Oh, god. Um, feels amazing,” feeling her body responding without thinking, and opening her legs wider.
He stroked her thigh slower, from her knee, all the way up, his fingers pressing into her muscles. “Are you always so smooth?” he asked softly.
“Um. I, um. Not always. I just got waxed,” she whispered in a gasp, feeling his fingertips now caressing her pussy lips as her bikini fabric slipped into her slit. “You should stay waxed and smooth,” he told her.
“Um, okay.” she committed.
“Do you taste as delicious as you look?” he asked, looking into her eyes as he moved the fabric to the side.
“Oh, god,” feeling his fingers caressing her fully exposed pussy. “Um, I ah. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” pushing a finger into her wet folds, not taking his eyes off her. “You’ve never tasted your beautiful self?”
She shook her head no, holding his gaze.
He leaned in and kissed her lips briefly and pulled back. Seeing her eyes close, he leaned in again, touching his lips to hers. Soon their tongues were swirling around each other passionately while his fingers worked magic on her pussy.
Feeling on the edge of an orgasm, enjoying his fingers rubbing and penetrating her slowly and softly, a moan escaped her lips.
He broke the kiss, looking down to watch his fingers fucking her smooth wet pussy. “You like being touched, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. God, yes,” her hands gripping the sides of the chair as she felt her orgasm closing in.
“Are you going to cum, Amy?” he asked softly, almost in a whisper in her ear.
“Yes!” nodding her head and biting her lip.
“First, you need to taste how sweet you are,” pulling his fingers from her, leaving her empty. He put his slick index finger on her lower lip and held her gaze.
She gasped, feeling his fingers leaving her. She parted her lips as soon as she felt his finger touch her lower lip, letting him slide past her lips. She swirled her tongue around his finger, tasting herself, enjoying the salty slickness, moaning on his finger.
“Good girl. How was that?” pulling his finger from the suction of her lips.
“Um, good,” she blushed, looking into his eyes, waiting for her next command.
He ran his index finger down her neck, down between her boobs, her abs, and back into her pussy, admiring each part of her body as he went. She watched him move down her body, craving him to enter her again and finish what he started. As soon as his two fingers sank back into her wetness the door chime rang out.
She felt his hand pulling away and she grabbed his hand. “No, please,” she whispered, begging. She started grinding her hips, keeping his fingers from leaving her so she could orgasm, but he stopped her.
“Not yet, baby girl,” he whispered back, removing his fingers. “We have time” he winked and stepped back. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” adjusting himself as he walked to the stairs.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself when she noticed his big bulge as he adjusted. “Wow,” watching him adjust himself, what seemed to be a very thick cock. She adjusted her bikini, using a towel to her to wipe the residual wetness from her inner thighs and pussy.
Walking down the stairs, carrying her heels, she asked Jerry, “Should I reapply my lipstick or just leave it?”
“No need. I will touch them up in the final proof. Let’s get you started on the back of the bike, and leave your heels off.”
After taking a long drink of her Diet Coke, “That oil is wonderful, Jerry. Where do you get it?” rubbing both quads again.
“A massage therapist recommended it for a model who used to get sore muscles,” focusing on arranging the lighting. “You ready to finish with this bike? Then tomorrow two more bikes and that should do it for the week. If that sounds okay to you Robert?”
“Yeah, that’s plenty for the first week,” Robert replied, watching Amy sip her drink.
Jerry positioned her with her hands on both sides of the seat, bent at the waist, ass out, boobs hanging. His camera started clicking away. He stopped and announced,” The oil is making your thighs shiny in the light. Can you wipe it off more?”
Amy stood back up, adjusted the thing fabric wedged into her ass, and started to move for a towel when he stopped her.
“Wait! I have a better idea!” as he adjusted two of the bright white lights. Seeing her questioning look to wipe off the oil or not, he clarified his thought. “I see a theme. The way the light is shining off your red metallic bikini and the candy apple paint, let’s make your entire body sparkle,” looking for her reaction.
“Now that is creative!” remarked Robert from the shadows.
“Um, I’m lost, Jerry. You want me to sparkle?”
Jerry chuckled. “Honey, the oil makes your skin shiny. I’d like you to put it all over yourself,” adjusting the camera for the new lighting.
“I’ll get it for you,” offered Robert, making his way up the stairs two at a time.
She wanted to feel his touch, to be close to him. When he returned with the oil she asked if he could put it on her back and shoulders for her.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he chuckled, pouring a liberal amount into his palms. He started at her neck and shoulders, coating her skin in oil, and running his fingers down her spine. He pressed her shoulder blades, indicating to bend over, as he pour the oil directly onto her back and let it run down her sides and to her ass. He quickly scooped the residual running off, coating her lower back, and then her ass cheeks with both hands. She stood up straight and he squatted down, coating the back of her thighs, and then her inner thighs as she parted her feet for his hands. He looked up at her as he stood, her hands sliding up her inner thigh, fingers grazing her pussy and up the center of her ass before turning her around.
Under the lights, her body glistened. She flung her hair back, pushed out her chest, her ass, and enjoyed the clicking of the camera capturing her body. She did several more poses against the red custom bike before Jerry called it a day. Telling her to be at the studio and ready to start at 11 AM tomorrow, and added he had another shooting out of town and to lock up when she was done. Watching her trying to wipe the oil with a towel off her body, he reminded her of the shower upstairs with everything she might need.
She thanked him and told her how much fun she was having being his model.
As he started to leave through the door, he called out, that her check was in the FedEx envelope on his desk. She followed him to the door, locked it behind him, and headed upstairs to shower and change. She hoped Brian wouldn’t be home early to notice her wet hair.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Robert was sitting on a barstool she was just on, talking on the phone. It sounded like a business call so she quietly made her way into the large bathroom. It was nicer than she had expected, with dual sinks, makeup lights, granite counters, and marble floors with a huge walk-in granite shower with a glass wall and a rainfall shower head above.
She let the water warm, peeled off her oily bikini, and walked into the shower. She closed her eyes, the hot water raining down on her body as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, images of her day running through her mind. She ran her hands through her wet hair, brushing it back with the image of Robert’s eyes burning into her eyes, touching her pussy running through her head. The eroticism of another man’s fingers entering her neglected pussy, and how he manhandled her big breasts as he owned them. Her fingers ran down her neck to her chest, caressing her breasts and nipples, the image of Robert’s hard cock bulging in his pants after teasing her pussy. Her hands slipped over her tummy to her pussy, wondering what it would be like to touch his hardness. Wondering how he would enter her. What it would be like to take another man inside her.
She opened her eyes and screamed, feeling hands gripping her waist. She turned her head and saw him, standing naked behind her.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he whispered in her ear from behind.
She froze, wondering what to do. Should she scream again and kick him out? Should she tell him she’s married? She didn’t want to say anything. She couldn’t. Her words wouldn’t form. Instead, her body took over and she just looked at him.
“Are you nervous? I can leave if you’d like?” giving her a polite smile.
“Um, I, ah. I like you here,” she mumbled, looking down.
“Good, because I like being here,” as his fingertips caressed her bare hips. “I have been wanting you like this all day,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck as he moved her wet hair to the side.
“Like this?” she asked, not knowing what else to say.
“Naked in my hands. As small as that bikini was, it still covered you,” his hands slid up to her breasts, over her stiff nipples slowly and softly. He kissed her bare shoulder, up her neck, until he turned her in his hands so she was facing him. He lifted her chin so he could look into her big brown eyes. “Would you mind if I finished what I started earlier?” sliding his hands to her hips, caressing her soft full ass with one hand, his other moving between her thighs.
She gasped, and went to her toes, her hands grabbing shoulders, feeling his hand touching her neglected pussy. She felt weak in his hands, no longer the muscular woman, and just shook her head, permitting him to continue.
His fingers softly strummed her slick pussy lips, parting her folds, penetrating her with two fingers.
“Aahh,” she moaned, lowering her head and closing her eyes.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he directed her.
Her eyes immediately obeyed, as she bit her lower lip, lifting her head, feeling his fingers working her inner walls and clit. She gasped each time his fingers left to circle her clit before being thrust back inside her, curling up to tease her g spot. Her moans became louder, as his fingers worked, randomly feeling his mouth on hers to stifle her moans.
She moaned and whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs getting weaker, lowering herself into his palm. “I want to taste again,” she blurted.
He smiled at her, removed his fingers slowly, and put them to her lips. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, then held his hand with both of hers as she sucked deeper, more aggressively, swirling her tongue around his now clean fingers.
While she sucked his fingers, he stepped into her closer, his hard cock rubbing her thigh. She moved her hips, wanting it, willing his big cock head to touch her pussy. Feeling the head of his cock touch her pussy, she lowered herself, trying to get it into her without touching it.
“You want it don’t you?” he whispered.
Keeping her eyes on his, she nodded.
“Tell me you want it. Ask me what you want,” he again whispered.
She moaned, frustrated, and incredibly turned on. “I. Um, god,” moving her hips around to touch him. “I want it.”
“What do you want, Amy? Say it,” he commanded.
“I, um. Hmm,” feeling the tip of his cock touch her pussy lips and disappear again. “I want your dick.”
“If I give it to you, I am going to fuck you with it,” he whispered in a warning. “Are you ready to be fucked and cream my cock?” he asked sternly.
“I, I think so. I don’t know. I’m married,” she blurted, hoping he would understand her situation and needed more guidance in these situations.
“I know you are.” caressing her slick slit up and down slowly. “It turns me on that you’re married. Is that okay with you?” he whispered, while now rubbing the head of his cock against her inner thigh and pussy.
She quickly nodded and looked down at his rigid cock, sticking straight out from his fit body. “God that’s big.”
Robert chuckled. “Why don’t you touch it? Go ahead, wrap your fingers around it.” he directed.
That was all she needed, a little direction, as she reached in front of her and wrapped her fingers around his fat shaft. It felt heavy in her hand. Her fingers barely reached around it, as she released her grip to look at it, running her fingers down the top of the shaft to the mushroom head.
“When you are ready, don’t say anything, just turn and face the glass. Understand?” lifting her chin to meet his eyes once again.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, finding her voice, and caressing his big thick cock. She felt every ridge of it, stroking the shaft, running her fingers over the big mushroom head and firm ring. She wanted to feel it inside her. To have him push it up inside her deep, to control her body however he wanted. Still looking into his eyes, she bit her lip, wanting to turn to face the glass but frozen. Instead, she pulled his cock to her pussy, rubbing it on her inner thigh, trying to get it to touch her pussy. He let her until he touched her pussy, and stopped, not giving her any more.
He smiled at her, knowing she was getting frustrated. Craving it inside her. Knowing she would turn and submit to him soon.
The smile was all it took to move her. She turned, giving him her back, her hands on the glass, her chest pressed into the warm glass, pushing her ass back against him, feeling his cock between her thighs.
Seeing her turn to face the glass didn’t surprise him, seeing her turn so soon did surprise him. She was ready. He put his hand on her back, caressed her spine, leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, “Good girl.” As soon as she turned to look back at him he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, watching her mouth open in anticipation, and being touched. He pressed firmly, parting her wet folds, sinking into her pussy slowly.
Feeling him part her pussy, then penetrate her with his big cock she lowered her hand and pressed herself against the glass. She could feel her inner walls stretching, even after the finger fucking. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. “God! Oh my god.”
“Like that fat cock don’t you baby?” he teased, rocking back and forth softly, halfway inside her.
“Hmm, oh shit. Hmm, god you’re big!”
“You want the rest of it?”
“Oh my god, Hmm,” she whimpered. “What? Hmm,” feeling him rocking inside her with slight soft strokes, pulling on her lips and clit. “You. Hmm, you’re not all the way?” she managed.
Robert chuckled, caressing her tight thick ass cheeks in both hands. “Nope, about halfway. Want the rest?” he teased again, giving her a sudden slight thrust before pulling it out, pulling on her clit. Then crushing her clit as he pushed back halfway inside.
“Yes! Yes, put it in.”
Grabbing a handful of her wet hair, he pulled her head back, and whispered in her ear, “You want it all deep inside your beautiful pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes! Hmm, please!”
“Ask me then,” reaching around with his other hand, squeezing her left boob and pinching her nipple. “Beg me to fuck you,” he whispered.
“Fuck me! Hmm, oh my god! Sir, please fuck me,” she whimpered.
As soon as he heard her say “sir”, he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands and thrust the remaining inches into her. Hard.
The scream and yelp escaped her lips was the first sudden release, and sign her body was giving in to the member inside her. The sudden pain and pleasure mixed with the euphoric pleasure was the second sign her body was giving way to him. She could feel his cock pressing her inside walls, holding himself still as she adjusted to him.
Feeling her catch her breath and relax, he pulled back, almost completely out, and pushed back inside in a slow but steady stroke.
Her moans of pleasure encouraged him, feeling her push her ass back into him for more. “Oh, you like that don’t you baby?” caressing her ass.
“Yes! God yes!” she panted.
His slow steady stroked turned into thrusts, his thighs slamming into her ass cheeks as she screamed, announcing she was coming. Seeing her creamy froth develop at the base of cock only drove him to fuck her hard, faster.
She dropped her head lower, now bent at the waist, her big tits slapping with every thrust, her hands on the glass wall in front of her to stop from hitting her head on the wall. “Oh my god, I can’t take much more,” but couldn’t form the words. When her orgasm hit, it hit harder than ever before. She screamed, swore, and gritted her teeth, as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
He could feel her orgasm hit, as she tighten and spasmed around his cock. He couldn’t stop thrusting- he knew she wanted it. Craved it.
As soon as he pulled his cock from her swollen, exhausted pussy, her body felt empty, her legs shaking, making her tits jiggle, as she collapsed to the wet shower floor with her eyes closed. Catching her breath, her hand went to her tender sore pussy, feeling the swollen lips and gaping hole from the big cock that just left her. She opened her eyes, seeing Robert sitting on the built-in shower seat, stroking his hard cock, watching her recover.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked softly, brushing her wet hair off her face.
“Oh shit,” taking a deep breath, slowing her breathing so she could talk. “What did you do to me?”
He chuckled, “I warned you, didn’t I? I told you I was going to fuck you.”
“Oh my god,” she repeated, stumbling for words, her hand over her tender pussy as if to protect her. “I’ve. Hmm. I’ve never experienced that before.”
“I’m glad I was able to give you a first,” he teased. “Come up here,” he asked, patting his thigh and taking her hand to help her up.
She sat on his thigh, his cock still rock hard. “How can you be so hard still?” holding his hard shaft in wonderment.
“I’m not done with you, baby,” grinning at her stroking him.
“What? You, you didn’t cum?” looking at him in shock, then her pussy for residual cum she expected to see dripping from her.
“No, baby. Not yet. Was focused on your pleasure. But now, it’s my turn,” he smiled, pulling her leg over so she was now straddling him. “I want you to ride me until I tell you to stop,” kissing her big boobs in his face. Holding her ass in his hands, he lifted her over him, and let her guide herself down onto his cock.
His hands were so strong guiding her body how he wanted her. Sinking onto his cock, he filled her quickly, and her pussy responded just as fast. With her hands on his strong shoulders, she was able to start bouncing. His hands helped lift her, then would let her drop right back onto it, taking every inch she could. Her tits were soon slapping his face as she bounced, catching a nipple in his lips randomly until it popped from his lips. It didn’t take long before his cock was taking its toll on her tender naïve pussy, the sporadic bumps against made her scream every time
“Fuck, ugh,” she gasped. “I can’t. I can’t handle it anymore. I’m hurting,” she whimpered, his cock thrusting.
He lifted her enough for his cock to fall out, “Go to your knees,” he directed her. Watching her drop immediately to her knees in front of him made him smile. “We’ll teach your little pussy how to take more,” he grinned down at her.
She nodded, looking up at him from the wet floor. Watching him hold his hard cock in his hand was driving her crazy. She wanted to suck him off.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, baby.”
Obediently, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out of her lips.
He grabbed a handful of her wet hair, “Open your fucking mouth, stick it out further,” he demanded, stroking his cock.
Started by his forcefulness, she felt her pussy gush, opening her mouth wide, and holding her tongue out like a panting puppy.
Seeing her tongue hanging out flat, he aimed his cock and exploded. The first stream splashed across her nose and cheek. The second stream of cum hit her mouth, tongue, and cheek, and the third did the same.
Feeling the sudden splash of warm fluid hit her face, she gasped, then started giggling, enjoying his cum landing on her face and tongue. “Oh my god,” stunned at the amount of fluid leaving his big cock.
“Ugh, ugh,” he grunted. Watching hid cum cover her pretty face. “That’s it,” milking his cock onto her tongue.
A big drop of cum fell from the head of his cock, and she swallowed, tasting him. Her tongue right back out for more. Seeing he was finally drained, she lifted her head, with no hands, wrapped her lips around his cockhead, and licked. She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, tasting herself on him, cleaning him completely.
“Lick those balls too baby,” he directed.
With cum dripping off her cheeks and chin, she continued licking him, lifting his cock and taking each of his balls into her mouth, licking them completely. When she was satisfied he was clean of her cream, she wiped the cum off her cheeks into her mouth, eating his cum while looking up at him.
“Good girl,” he said proudly. “You like that cum don’t you, baby?”
“I do,” swallowing every drop she could get into her mouth, licking her fingers of any residual cum.
Readers, if you would like to hear more about Amy’s journey into modeling life, and becoming the hot cheating wife, please let me know. I love developing my characters for my reader’s benefit. All feedback is appreciated.