by Lynn, KT
Rick's hands grabbed her thighs with more force than she had ever remembered him using and spread them as far as they would go. Then Will grabbed her wrists with the same force and pinned them above her head. If she had as much sense in her as she usually did she would have marvelled at how they were working in perfect sync with each other.
Both of their tongues began to lick harder and Karen started squirming. She felt Rick's hands grab her hips and force them down onto the bed. She tried to move her hands so that she could grab a hold of his head and force it further towards her pussy but Will's strong hands were still imprisoning her.
She was completely pinned down by these two incredible men and that made her feel hotter than she had ever felt before. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was so wet, she tried to squirm but with two pairs of rough hands holding her down there was no room for her to move.
Then all of a sudden, both those pairs of hands were removed but before she could do anything she was lifted into Rick's arms and kissed passionately. She then felt Will's large fingers find her wet pussy and slowly slide two of them inside her. She immediately clenched around them and in the process bit Rick on the bottom lip. She felt his, still clothed cock against her grow even harder. She grabbed Rick's trousers, opening them up and grabbing his large cock.
She raised and lowered herself onto Will's fingers in time with her strokes of Rick's cock and after about two minutes it was clear that the two men couldn't take it anymore. They both grabbed hold of her and laid her down on the bed while they tore their clothes off. If Karen wasn't so breathless she would have chuckled when Will was having trouble getting his trousers off from around his ankles. Rick grabbed them and tore them off for him. The two men made eye contact for a mere second and something that Karen couldn't identify passed between them. They then turned their attentions on her and they each grabbed an ankle, pulling her towards them.
Somehow she managed to look both of them in the eye at the same time and what she saw there was complete and utter adoration from both of them. If that look were not diluted slightly from the lust she might have started to tear up. However she was too horny to even think about such things at the moment. She had two beautiful, strong firefighters pleasuring her at this very minute, she had every woman's dream, she had everything.
She felt each of them slide a hand slowly up her thigh and tickle along her bikini line. Now they were definitely working in perfect sync and Karen didn't know how they were doing it but at the moment she didn't really care either. She had no idea her body could be so damned sensitive and she nearly convulsed under the simple, gentle touches they were giving her body. She so badly wanted to touch them but the strength in her arms, not to mention the rest of her body, had left her.
Before she knew it, she was flipped onto her stomach. A surprised gasp left her mouth at being so roughly manhandled but it was arousing to no end. She then felt a gentle hand move her hair away from the back of her neck and a pair of lips latch onto her shoulder. She knew it was Rick seeing as she could feel a little bit of stubble and that caused electricity to shoot across her skin. She then felt Will's hands, rough and scratchy, run over her ass. He then entered her pussy again but this time with only one finger, his index. He then used his middle finger to probe her ass.
That was one reason she felt more excitable around Will was because he paid a great deal more attention to her ass. The first time he did it she was shocked speechless but by the time she had regained her senses she was starting to feel a warm tingling sensation that made her pussy scream in pleasure. Ever since then she had loved taking it up the ass but she had never brought up the subject with Rick for fear that he would find it weird and wonder where she got the idea. However when she opened her eyes and turned her neck slightly to look at her boyfriend his eyes were on Will's hands.
He appeared to be mesmerised by what the other man was doing and if the cock against her hip was any indication, he wanted to see more. Karen felt Will's fingers move in and out of her ass and pussy slowly then quickly then slowly again, giving her enough time to get excited but not giving her enough time to come. Karen knew that much more of this would drive her crazy. Rick then got to his knees and started kneading her ass, pulling it apart to give Will better access.
With her boyfriend's pulsing cock so close Karen could not stop staring at it and then she shifted her position slightly, disturbing Will's movement so she could take Rick into her mouth. For a second both men were totally still as if stunned by her actions but as she bobbed her head up and down she felt Rick's hips begin to twitch and Will's hands resume their ministrations only they were going faster now. She had closed her eyes when she began sucking Rick's cock but she opened her eyes right then and tried to catch sight of Will. It was difficult but she did catch sight of him and his eyes were firmly fixed on her mouth. His own mouth was tight and his pupils were dilated, the hand gripping her hips was bruising and the fingers in her ass and pussy were moving faster than ever. There was no doubt about it; he was turned on, watching her suck off her boyfriend. It was confusing and yet it only made her leak her juices around his fingers even more.
Rick's own hands still had a tight hold of her ass. He was squeezing her cheeks, making Will's movements much more fluid and the leaning forward he had to do to reach her ass only drove his cock further into her mouth. If Rick's breath was any indication he was going to cum soon but before he could cum in her mouth he withdrew and grabbed her chin, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were more wild and lustful than she had ever seen before. Rick was usually so composed even during lovemaking but now he looked like an animal in heat. It was so fucking sexy.
Then he grabbed her shoulders and hoisted her up and lowered her down onto his pulsing cock. The gesture was so sudden that she let out a loud cry of surprise but it wasn’t long before she was bouncing up and down with utmost vigour. Rick’s cock had never failed to satisfy her before but this was something different, this was feral and wild. It made her shake and whimper in pleasure. In fact she could honestly say that her body had never felt like this before in her entire life. She could have stayed there with his cock pounding her pussy for years and she was about to beg for more but she was stopped by the feeling of another familiar cock. Without having to get Rick to stop or even slow down Will drove that hard, wide cock into her already stretched ass.
This time she screamed.
The scream was one of pure pleasure and encouraged the two men inside of her. She had never compared their cocks before and she honestly couldn’t say which one was giving her more pleasure right now. Rick’s cock was the longer one and was rubbing her g-spot with every stroke but Will’s cock was thicker and was stretching her ass beyond belief in the exact manner that made her so hot.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “God, you’re both killing me. I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”
“Well why don’t you?” whispered Will in a voice that may have sounded entirely composed if it wasn’t so breathy.
“Yes,” whispered Rick, directly into her ear, making it tickle as he dragged out the S at the end of the word, “Cum.”
The simple word undid her and she lost her vision as she experienced the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever had. She didn’t even feel either of them cum inside her, in fact she was rather convinced that she blacked out for a short time because when she regained her vision she was on her back looking up and the two beautiful men.
They both lay down beside her and in that moment she felt the entire world leave her. She drifted into sleep with Rick and Will wrapped around her. Her body was pushing backing against Will; her nose was buried in the crook of Rick’s neck, her arms were wrapped around Rick and her legs were wrapped around Will.
Never before had she ever been so thoroughly whole inside.
Modeling for Liza
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: lesbian
I still can’t believe how fast this all happened. One minute I’m tendi
ng fields in Nebraska and the next, I’m whisked off to New York City. My agency told me it made for a good backstory--a nineteen year old girl who worked hard on a farm all her life was discovered and brought to New York to become a supermodel. I didn’t get why that made for good press, but it was all over the papers.
I had done all I could so far--the 4am photo shoot to add to my portfolio, the 7pm being-dragged-away-from-dinner shoot for some high street clothing brand, even the midnight wake up call to do a late interview with some glamor magazine. My life wasn’t my own on the farm, and it wasn’t my own here. The two jobs weren’t so different in that regard.
I sat in the waiting room unsure of myself. Today was the day of the nude shoot. There were four other girls similar in age to myself all seated around me flipping through vogue and similar magazines, comfortable in their robes which was the only thing dividing their naked flesh from the world. I sat there holding the robe as tightly as I possibly could, my arms folded and legs squeezed tightly together. These women were flawless, they were the models you saw on billboards. How could I compete?
“Angie,” The first of us was called in. Angie was a dark-skinned girl from the Caribbean. I didn’t know the story; I just saw bits as I aimlessly browsed the internet a few days ago. What I did know about Angie was that she was said to be the next big thing. She got up and just dropped her robe, right in front of the rest of us. No one stared, but I couldn’t help myself from looking--such confidence. I just hoped I could be as half as brave as her.
Once she walked into the other room, a series of clicks and a few words I couldn’t make out traveled into the quiet waiting room. I could feel my heart beating against my chest, so loud that I thought the other girls might notice. I couldn’t back out of this without it making it’s way into some form of social media, and then I’d look like a failure. I didn’t have anything worth going back to so I knew this was my only chance for a real life--even if I didn’t control my schedule.
“Sarah!” Another girl’s name shouted from inside the room. This girl didn’t drop her robe and catwalk into the set, but she did undo the thin, cotton belt that kept it closed and let everything hang out as she walked. I couldn’t compete with them, with any of them.
The same pattern followed, a series of clicks and what I made out to be words of encouragement. The longer I sat here waiting to expose myself, the more I started to regret leaving the comfortable life of farming, the comfortable life of boyfriends and road trips, the comfortable life of never having money but never needing money. Now I was booked into five star restaurants, sleeping in five star hotels, and required to pay five star prices with the money I made. It was a vicious cycle of making a lot to spend a lot. It’s how they kept you in the business. You’d think your agency would cover everything, but that’s only for a short time. Once you had the money, you had to look after yourself.
“Cindy!” After the third girl left, there was just myself and one other. It seemed like it didn’t take that long for each person to finish the shoot, but I knew when I got up to have my go at it, it would feel like it was taking forever.
The last girl left in the room with me was Claire. She’d been around for two years now, and this was probably her hundredth nude shoot to add to her ever expanding portfolio. She caught me gazing at her beauty, and that awkward connection occurred. I looked down at my robe a little flustered and more nervous than ever.
“First nude?” She asked from across the room, the first model to speak to me since I started within the industry.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered as I tried to get the words out to her. I didn’t know if she’d be the cosmopolitan-sipping-type girl that laughed in my face or a genuine person that valued people’s feelings.
“Don’t worry. I worked with the photographer before. Liza Hewitt is amazing. She really works wonders with nude women.” Before I could respond to her, she was shouted into the room, leaving me alone.
I didn’t know exactly what to think or feel. I’d heard of Liza Hewitt before, and if a two-year running model said it was okay, then I guess it was okay. Then again, she probably had confidence and beneath that robe, a body that would make me feel guilty about eating my next meal.
I just sat quietly, playing with my thumbs and praying that the fire alarm would go off so that the day would be cancelled and then my schedule wouldn’t allow this situation to happen again for a very, very long time.
“Anne.”
Crap. I stood up, robe held shut. I paced into the room and was greeted by a woman who began pulling at the white cotton keeping my naked flesh from the world.
“Come on, take this off. Stand over there. Liza is waiting.”
I kept hold of my robe. I wouldn’t let her pull it off. She kept staring at me waiting for me to let go, but I wouldn’t; I couldn’t.
I noticed an entire audience of men all seated in a row looking at me from behind the photographer like they were here to judge me and decide my future. It only made me more determined to not do the shoot.
“Let go of it Anne, or we’ll have to cancel this shoot.”
That’s exactly what I wanted.
“Oh leave the poor girl alone. C’mon, it’s her first time, and as I recall, I didn’t do a nude until my fifth year as a model. C’mon, everyone out.” Liza Hewitt, photographer and ex-model. Her career ended by choice at the age of thirty-one which was a smart move since a model’s shelf life usually ends in their late twenties anyway.
Everyone got up and began to leave out the back. The woman who tried to steal my robe away from me gave me a cold glare and then walked past me the way I’d come in, leaving just me and Liza in the room.
“Better?”
I nodded at the photographer and took my place in front of a white backdrop with blinding lights shining at me from all angles.
I took a deep breath and dropped the cotton to the floor, then kicking it aside so that it wasn’t in the shot. My naked body was on show for Liza and her camera and soon would be for the world to see. They were going to cover up certain areas using digital editing rather than using body paint. I guess it saved them a lot of time and also meant I could be rushed off to my next event, interview, or shoot straight afterward.
“Okay, now just pose naturally. Don’t look so stiff. This isn’t for an advertisement. I’m just trying to show the world what you’ve got.” Words of encouragement that I had heard through the door as I waited in the next room before. They didn’t seem to be helping.
I awkwardly moved my limbs from side to side, putting my hand on my hip, flipping my hair back. Every pose was greeted by a sigh showing how disappointed Liza was. I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t comfortable having a full frontal photo taken. I kept trying to cover what I could by turning to my side, but Liza kept telling me to face the camera. I felt as if my career was over before it had really even begun.
“We’re meant to end the shoot here, but to be honest Anne, I’d rather we erase all of these and start this again. You’re never going to make it in this cut-throat business if you’re only willing to put in half the effort the other girls do.”
I wasn’t though. I was trying my hardest; I really was.
Liza came over to me and grabbed my waist, facing me directly towards her. She then brushed some hair out of my eyes and gently stroked down the strands until she placed them over both of my breasts. Her fingers accidentally caressed my nipples making them instantly hard as my body twitched at her warm, unexpected touch.
I could feel a strong warmth rising in my cheeks. Surely, they must be bright red. Did Liz notice? The lights beaming down on me would certainly make it all the more obvious. I had to restrain myself from getting too excited since the signs would be obvious in my current state. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling no other woman had brought upon me before. I was curious, excited, confused, scared. I didn’t really know which feeling to focus on.
“You ready to go again?” She was so close to my face, her warm breath flowing over my
skin and adding to the heat in my flustered cheeks.
“Y-yes.” Stuttering became one of my more common traits since I started modeling.
As she backed away, I couldn’t help but feel the heat between my thighs causing me to sweat a little, a slight trickle from my moistening pussy leaked down my inner leg. As Liza lifted the camera to her eye, she paused and then put it back down, walking back over to me with a blank expression on her face.
“Sorry, I didn’t get this right.” Her hand began to fondle with the hair that covered my breasts. She kept adjusting the strands that were near my nipples, moving them back and forth so that both her hands were rubbing both my breasts. The longer I tried to hold back the moans that would echo through this room, the more damp and sweaty I became. Finally, I gave in. I let the softest of whimpers into the air which brought a smile to Liza’s face.
