“Okay,” she said, clearing her throat and trying not to stare too hard at their bodies as she came back around the counter. “We have several routes we can take. We could do action shots with particular moves. Or, we could do a fitness shoot that plays to the best assets of your bodies.” She blushed as she said it, especially as Hot Rod and Snake snorted. With a little difficulty, she continued, “Or we could go with pure sex appeal. It depends on the audience you’re catering to.”
Daniel stepped forward from the middle of the group and let his eyes run up and down her body. Delaney’s flush heated further and moved down her throat and into the cleavage his eyes landed on. When he met her gaze again, he wore a teasing crooked grin. “I’d guess you have a lot of experience in sex appeal.”
Her mouth dry, Delaney had no idea how to respond to that. She’d shot a lot of sexy poses, but personally, sex was a mystery she hadn’t a clue about. As a larger woman, she’d rarely even had a man express the least bit of interest in her, much less want to sleep with her. She was a virgin, and until now, it hadn’t really mattered.
Searching for words that wouldn’t lead to embarrassment, Delaney hedged, “I’ve worked with a lot of clients aiming for sexy. I’m sure, if you want to appeal to a female audience, I can create a perfect layout for your calendar. Honestly, women would be the best market for you, if you’re doing this to raise money. Women are far more likely to buy calendars than men, and especially calendars featuring extremely fit men.”
“Is that what you see when you look at us?” Tim piped up. His boyish grin was also leering, and it took away some of the innocence from his appearance.
Delaney had to laugh. “You’re joking, right? You’re MMA fighters. I know how rigorously you train and how much you work out. And you don’t eat ridiculous amounts of fatty foods that give you heart attacks like old school bodybuilders. What else would I see other than exceptional health and fitness?” Sex. Arousal. Beauty. She could name quite a few other things, but she wasn’t going to say it out loud. It wasn’t like it would get her anywhere. This was a professional meeting.
“Okay, let’s do it,” Jamie decided for them. With that, Delaney turned and entered the curtained studio area, cordoned off with blackout curtains all the way around. She’d spent a great deal of money on the green screen, where she could superimpose any background image, just like in Hollywood, and that saved her a lot of money on hundreds of backdrops or travel to locations.
She started setting up props – her first image would feature all six of them. She’d do another similar one when the additional six came in. Just thinking about meeting six more of these mouthwatering men sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. But Delaney forced herself to focus, and she arranged six chairs at random spacing in front of the screen so the guys could straddle them.
Preparing to invite them in to assign them positions, Delaney turned and stopped in her tracks. The six hunks of man flesh stood just inside the studio space, sans their shirts. The number of ripples in their abs and chests and arms made her feel like she was floating in a gentle ocean of half-naked men, and the room tilted and swayed for a moment.
Getting control of her hormones, she placed them on the chairs, some holding the top and leaning back, others resting their forearms on the chair backs. When she had them settled, Delaney nearly had to fan herself, the effect of the view overwhelming. She took several shots, having them tilt heads or move hair or bend their necks forward and look up through their eyelashes.
After that, she set up a different scenario for each guy, and the longer she worked, the closer the guys who weren’t posing moved to her until they were directly behind and beside her. It made her nervous but not about her work. She just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that they were staring at her the whole time.
She set Jamie up with a pair of chaps and an old sawhorse, taking shots of several poses. Tim worked with an old claw foot tub, and Sean posed on a thick, lush rug surrounded by candles. She posed Daniel on and around a poker table with chips and cards, and Kevin wore a dress collar with no shirt and posed with an executive desk. Adrian was last and proved hardest, and Delaney finally decided on a white towel around his waist and water poured over him, like he was fresh from the shower.
Satisfied, Delaney was ready to charge them and schedule the next session for their coworkers, but Kevin took her by the arm and held her back. She frowned in confusion. “Is there something else you wanted?” she asked hesitantly.
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Glancing at a couple of the others, he smiled pleasantly at her and asked, “Do you ever pose for the camera?”
She laughed incredulously. “No, not really. I’m the photographer, obviously not the model.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Adrian asked, coming forward. He ran a hand down her free arm and then captured her chin in his hand. “You’re gorgeous. I bet you are incredibly photogenic. You should pose more. Hey, Daniel, don’t you know a little about using cameras?”
Delaney looked around him to find Daniel inspecting her equipment and looking through lenses. He smiled over at them. “Sure do, and this is some nice stuff. High tech. It can do stills and video, and it’s easy operation.”
Kevin tugged on her arm. “Come on, let’s show you just how good you look in front of a camera.” She resisted, but Kevin pulled more insistently, and Adrian moved behind her, pushing her toward the green screen, where Tim and Sean were working together to set up the daybed Delaney had among her props. It was meant for a sweet sixteen or maybe a princess shoot, but her two subjects-turned-captors sat her on the edge of it and wouldn’t let her get up.
“Give me a sassy smile,” Daniel demanded. Delaney didn’t know what to do. Sassy? She’d never flirted in her life!
Jamie called from the far side of the room, “I want you to think about a guy who flirts with you for weeks, and one day, he says he has a very personal question to ask you. You think he’s going to ask you out, but he actually asks you to housesit for him while he takes some other chick on a weekend getaway. You graciously agree, and when he comes home, he’s broken both legs, and the woman dumped him for a ski instructor she met while he was laid up. Think the word ‘karma’, and give us that smile.”
Delaney grinned broadly, and every one of them laughed as Daniel started snapping pictures. Tim spoke next. “You just got asked to dance at the club, and when you get to the floor, the guy starts doing this.” She glanced at him, and he did the Dougie, the Running Man, and the Sprinkler. She giggled hysterically, and Daniel kept shooting.
“Wait a minute,” Sean said, holding up a hand. “Stop for a minute, Daniel.” Delaney waited, curious now, as he walked over to her. “I don’t think we can see enough of you, Delaney.” She gasped as he reached out, flicked his wrist, and popped open three buttons on her blouse. Frowning, he shook his head and finished the job. “Come on, let’s get that off you.”
Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Delaney was so out of her element she couldn’t even fight him. She curled in on herself, trying to cover as much as she could, but he gently took her wrists and spread her arms wide. His eyes burned her skin as they perused her body, and he licked his lips.
Dropping her arms, Sean ran his hands over the sides of her breasts and down over her hips. “Now, this is what I call beautiful,” he breathed, and Delaney swallowed hard as his fingers over her skin created a tingling sensation she’d never felt before. It made her stomach flutter and heated her blood, which flowed faster through her veins.
When he cupped her breasts in her full coverage bra, Delaney instinctively wanted to pull away, self-conscious and inexperienced, but Kevin slid up on the bed behind her and massaged her shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart. Hasn’t anyone ever touched you with appreciation?”
She didn’t answer, not wanting to be judged, but saying nothing was informative enough. “That is just wrong,” Adrian growled, moving closer and watching intently as Sean molded her breasts. He seemed to be enjoying himself,
and Delaney, despite her misgivings, couldn’t claim it didn’t feel amazing. And as she chanced a glance down, she saw that he was definitely aroused.
Behind her, Kevin said, “I think we should change that, boys.” The others nodded and made agreeable sounds, and Delaney started to panic. But Sean moved between her legs, pushing them apart with his body, and leaned in to kiss her neck. Kevin chuckled at her back and rasped, “Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?” Her bra popped open and fell from her breasts, releasing them, and Sean leaned back so Kevin could lift her arms and pull it off.
His hands slid around to cup her breasts, and he squeezed and massaged as Sean’s lips took hers, his hands resting on her thighs. She sighed into his mouth, her body catching fire, and she gave into it. This wasn’t bad, and neither of them were hurting her or being insistent.
“God, you’re sexy,” came another voice, and Delaney broke the kiss to glance up and see Jamie, having stripped to nothing but a pair of bikini underwear. It showed clearly a rock solid erection, and the size of it had her eyes bulging. “Maybe I could get in there and get a little action.”
Sean shrugged, and Delaney didn’t know what to think. Her head spun, and her body shuddered. She was out of her element and excited beyond reason. And when Sean got down on his knees and began to caress her inner thighs while Jamie captured her mouth, she whimpered and found it hard to breath. The kiss was demanding rather than tender, but it was just as sensual as the previous one. Kevin flicked his thumbs across her nipples, and something warm and tickling filled her lower belly and seeped into the space between her legs.
Her legs were still wide, and Sean’s thumbs brushed across the creases of her thighs, their tips teasing at things far more intimate, and she nearly panicked as something wet leaked into her panties. “Mmm, I smell sex,” he groaned, and he moved one thumb deeper, caressing the folds through her pants intimately. Unable to control her reaction, she threw her head back and cried out, a beautiful and almost painful ecstasy shooting through her body and then returning to that central point at her core.
Delaney didn’t know where to focus, so she closed her eyes and let all the sensations roll over her at once. The kiss, the hands on her breasts, and now Sean nibbling at her thighs. She wondered for a moment if she’d died and gone to heaven. After all, she’d thought more than a few times that opening her business was too good to be true. Getting this kind of attention from a bunch of sexy men who happened to wander into the studio seemed impossible in her reality.
And yet, it felt real, especially as Jamie grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his crotch, rubbing her palm over his shaft which stood long and hard in his pants. She pulled out of the kiss as her jaw went slack. Delaney didn’t know what she’d expected a penis to feel like, but she was shocked at how straight it was and wondered if the skin was smooth.
As if reading her mind, he took her hand and shoved it into his shorts. Tentatively, Delaney stroked him, impressed with the softness of the skin that surrounded his hard member. She was also intrigued by the way it twitched under her touch, as if it had a life of its own separate from Jamie’s body.
From behind, Kevin urged her to her feet, and Delaney complied as Sean stood and backed up enough to give her room. But as soon as she was steady, his hands were on her fly, and he was pulling her pants down. She opened her mouth, but Kevin leaned around and covered her mouth with his lips, swallowing her protest.
This time, she easily kissed him back, becoming more used to the masculine taste of their kisses and the feel of tongues plying her and opening her to other actions. She suddenly didn’t care that she was practically naked as Sean rained kisses over her breasts and stomach as if she was some gorgeous model who could grace the covers of Sports Illustrated.
“Beautiful,” she heard Daniel say from his position behind the camera, and Delaney truly felt it. She basked in the attention, and she grew more confident as she stroked Jamie, who had pulled his shorts down and was sighing in contentment at her touch.
She hadn’t realized until she felt hands on her ass that Tim had climbed onto the bed behind her and was joining the party. She squealed in surprise and delight, right into Kevin’s mouth, and he pressed his body against her side He, too, was rigid, and the flames in Delaney’s belly soared, flaring so high she felt like her hair was singed. But it didn’t stop there. Much as Kevin had done with her breasts, he massaged and molded her buttocks, and now Delaney recognized the feeling of arousal as it continued to grow inside her.
She couldn’t see for sure, but she thought it was Sean who urged her legs apart, widening her stance, and she did as he directed. She never expected that a stroke of his hand over the thin material covering her intimate center would make her whole body convulse so hard. And when he snuck a finger inside the panties and touched the sensitive nub, she felt a flow of hot liquid pour from her as the rest of her body tingled and jerked with the most pleasurable sensation she had ever felt in her life.
Despite what everyone else was doing, Tim wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto the bed. He turned and laid on his back, pulled her on top of him so she faced up, and she realized in shock that he had undressed…completely. Kevin, crawling up by her feet, pushed her legs apart, and she felt Tim’s hard length standing between them an instant before he pressed himself against her wet lips and moved his hips, rubbing himself over her.
She choked on a gasp, a shockwave of electricity sparking so strong it nearly brought her out of the euphoria she was starting to welcome. But Sean rose above her and straddled her, his clothes having disappeared as well. These guys were supposed to be MMA fighters, but they seemed to shed their clothes so quickly all she could think of was strippers.
His cock stood strong and thick in front of him, and with her left hand still wrapped around Jamie, she lifted her right hand to touch his tip. His skin felt like velvet, soft and smooth stretched across his erection, and she drew her fingertips down along his shaft, watching him shudder with pleasure. He inched forward and touched her lips with his head provocatively, and she instinctively opened her mouth to taste him. Rather than pulling him inside, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over his tip.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” he growled, and she heard Daniel grunt out a salacious laugh across the room.
She wondered why he didn’t join, but then, she couldn’t imagine there being any room for him. With five muscular men catering to every part of her body, she didn’t think the largest of them was going to be able to fit and get any action. Not that it mattered; Delaney barely registered that she was being photographed at this point. She was too caught up in the moment, and she didn’t stop to think about how brazen she was acting.
Suddenly, instead of caressing her folds, Tim pushed his tip at her opening, and she tensed, immediately closing her knees. But Kevin was still at her feet, and he pried them open kissing and licking up her thighs until her legs quivered and were too weak for her to fight any of them. The head of Tim’s penis pushed against her core again, and the molten lava within poured out. She could feel it leak, dripping over her folds and as Tim moaned in her ear, she realized she’d coated him, too. And now, she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed.
Instead, it drove her to work harder at Sean as he circled his head with her lips, stretching them almost painfully to accommodate his girth. Meanwhile, Jamie’s cock in her hand seemed to grow even harder and thicker by the moment, and she wanted to turn and look, to see just how large he was.
But as she started to cut her eyes to the left, something warm and wet swirled over her cleft, and she screamed, releasing Sean and throwing her head back. She felt like every nerve ending had been activated and every pore on her body was going to turn into a flamethrower. Her hips bucked of their own accord, which pushed Tim inside her, his head penetrating her with a swift motion that shocked her and enhanced the already insane reaction as her blood became like gasoline, hot and ready to spark with the blazes in
and over her skin.
When she managed to look down, she saw that Kevin was the culprit, his tongue swirling around and flicking across her nub, creating a forceful wave of pleasure that was only increased by the fact that Tim was now pressing deeper inside her. Sean started to fill her mouth again, but Jamie hissed, and as she rolled her head to look at him, she saw a strained expression. “Let me in for a minute, and then she’s all yours.”
Sitting back, Sean told him, “Be my guest.” Delaney didn’t know what to expect, but as he moved to the edge of the bed, Jamie took her hand away from his cock and began pumping his own hand fast and hard on it. His mouth opened and his eyes closed as he grunted, and she was fascinated. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Sean said quietly, gently gathering her hair from her face and holding it back.
Not entirely sure but guessing what she should expect, Delaney did as she was told, and with his head touching the corner of her lips, Jamie roared and poured into her mouth. It was thick, and it was a mixture of salty, tangy, and bitter, with the slightest hint of sweetness. He filled her mouth and shot more down her throat, and when he was finally done, she wasn’t sure what else to do but swallow.
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