Sluts @ Work (Juicier Erotica) (7 page)
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Authors: G.C. Grand
Tags: #Erotica, #Lesbians, #Group Sex, #anal, #sex stories, #threesomes, #porn shoots
The ice cream man was relentless as he made Emma bounce up and down on his hard prick. Each time her ass hit the base of his cock, the loud smacking sound of flesh echoed in the van and the girl let out a loud grunt. He fucked her good and hard in that position for a few minutes.
And all Emma could do was blabber, “YOUR COCK IS SOOOO BIG! IT’S SPLITTING ME APART!!”
Then Bob changed spots with the girl. He made the panting girl sit on the chair with her ass sticking up at him, her back facing him, while her hands grasped the back of the chair. This gave him better access to her anus, and Bob’s cock entered her from behind ruthlessly in one quick thrust, causing the blonde to cry out.
“GOD – SO DEEP!! I can’t believe how deep your cock feels in me!” Emma wailed.
Already a sweaty, dripping mess, the young blonde’s body now strained to its utmost sexual limit. The cock that reached so deeply inside the recesses of her anal highway was the biggest and hardest one she’d ever had, and her partner used it to fuck her near senseless.
And fuck her he did. Bob fucked the young blonde as if it was the last fuck he’d ever have again in his life. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, putting his weight against her and slamming the slender girl against the chair.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Emma shrieked loudly, over and over.
But Bob couldn’t last much longer. Emma’s anal-cavity felt too scorching and wicked, and squeezed his cock so firmly that the man knew he couldn’t hold his back much longer - even though this was his third load of the day. So he actually quickened his pace. All the lovely blonde could do now was groan and squeal along with the ruthless fucking she was receiving from the ice cream man.
Soon Bob grunted loudly and ejaculated deep within her shuddering bowels. This caused Emma to scream, experiencing her own explosive orgasmic reaction in response. Her hips and lithe body squirmed in his grasp as Bob spewed load after load into her, his scorching cock-juice filling up her anal-cavity, which spasmed and squeezed out every last drop.
The pair leaned against the chair for a while, still joined together lewdly at the crotch, breathing heavily from their exertions and trying to regain their composure. Finally Bob disengaged from the girl and leaned against the counter, feeling thoroughly satisfied.
“God damn, that was good!” he whistled, still admiring the blonde’s luscious body. “Thank you!”
Meanwhile, Emma felt drained but strangely euphoric - she hadn’t fucked like that in a long time! Standing up on shaky legs - with her ass still facing Bob and her hands on the chair - Emma arched her back and turned her head around to smile at the man. She said sexily, “We’re NOT done!”
Bob grinned. “Did you want something?”
Licking her lips, Emma replied back naughtily, “Mr. Ice Cream Man! Could I have an ice cream cone, please?” Then she placed her feet further apart and brought up a hand to grab an ass-cheek, spreading it so that Bob had a better view of her snatch and asshole.
“What flavor did you want?”
“Ummm – I want creamy cock-juice mixed with ass!”
“No problem! Hold on!” Bob grabbed an ice cream cone in one hand, Emma’s ass in another, and positioned the cone underneath the girl’s asshole. He fingered her sensitive anus lightly and said, “God – that’s beautiful! OK – squeeze it out!”
With her hands on her knees, legs straight, back arched and ass jutting upwards, Emma knew how nasty she must look. Concentrating, the beautiful blonde slowly let loose the boiling cum she held in her bowels – which came out in spurts. She looked so lewd discharging the frothy mixture from her slender body; her asshole puckered tight but then opened up, and a gush of cum would dribble into the waiting cone. Emma did this again and again until she had squeezed and squirted as much cum from her ass that she could, the cone now overfilling with the filthy fluid.
Bob dug two fingers with his free hand into Emma’s tight asshole and twirled his digits ruthlessly around in that messy hole, before pulling his digits out. “I think that’s pretty much all there is!”
As he held up his cum-stained fingers, Emma turned to face Bob and wrapped her luscious lips around them. She smiled and sucked off the cum. “All clean! Now - about that cone …”
Grinning, the ice cream man handed her the cone. “Here you go, miss! Try not to spill any!”
She giggled and said, “Thank you, Mr. Ice Cream Man!”
Next Emma licked and sipped at the cone, making a show of it for Bob. The mixture had such a creamy, frothy, and nasty taste that it nearly made the girl want to go for another round of fucking. Emma snaked her long tongue into the sordid liquid to mix it up, and then lapped it up into her mouth. Next she’d swish the filthy mixture in her mouth, gargled, and then opened her mouth wide to show the man the bubbling, creamy cum.
“Shit!” Bob said, amazed at the girl’s raunchiness.
The sexy blonde devoured the cum in a big gulp and said, “God, I’m such a dirty little slut!” Then Emma poured the remaining cum from the cone into her mouth and swallowed it all. “Mmmmmm – so tasty!”
Once she finished eating the rest of the cum-drenched cone, Emma pulled on her shorts and zipped up her hoodie as Bob watched. She smiled at him sweetly, about to go, but then stopped suddenly with a frown on her face.
“What is it?” he asked.
Dropping to her knees in front of Bob’s limp dick, the pretty blonde had noticed his cock still had some turgid semen clinging to it. The girl opened her luscious mouth, stuck out her twirling tongue, and cleaned his tool up shiny clean.
Bob groaned in delight, his eyes wide in amazement. “This is the best birthday present ever!” he moaned.
“There – that’s better!” she giggled, giving his cock one last kiss. “I just can’t leave you with a dirty cock! I hope you remember this birthday for a long time!”
And with that, the slutty girl left the van, her Slurp-O-Gram job finished.
(The End)
The Mexican Photo Shoot
Chapter One
This was Anna Sutherland’s first professional modeling gig, and her heart raced just at the thought of it all; the money, the glamour, and the exotic Mexican destination where the photo-shoot would take place. It felt so unreal for the eighteen year old blonde bombshell that she kept pinching herself for the entire flight, and it wasn’t until she landed and had checked into her hotel room that she knew she wasn’t dreaming. For someone who had never stepped foot outside of her native Iowa, being in another country was an eye-opening experience.
Not to say that everything was all roses for the young teen, as the city she had arrived in seemed old and dirty and was not very scenic at all. She had flown to Palma Sola - a small town located mid-east of Mexico along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. The beaches were very beautiful, but the town not as much. Walking with David and Vincent - the photographer and the makeup/hair artist - to the beach nearby for the first photo shoot, Anna stuck out like a sore thumb.
She was taller than the town folk at five feet, seven inches tall (not including her high heels) and towered over many of the men and most of the women. Her platinum, luxuriously wavy hair that ran to the small of her back, combined with her pale complexion, also contrasted her greatly with the indigenous population. With a strikingly gorgeous face that included full, pouty lips and large, sparkling blue eyes, Anna seemed destined to become a model.
One thing that had hindered her career early on was her buxom figure - although she had the body of a model with a thin waist, long, slender legs and an amazingly tight teenage ass, her massive D-cup breasts were always a problem for the girl. Most modeling agencies loved her looks, but she was just a little too “top heavy,” as they would say. However, she was on cloud nine at the moment, happy to have signed with an agent and feeling lucky that her first assignment was in such an exotic environment.
Walking down the dirty, congested streets of Palma Sola with almost every head turning to stare at her, Anna thought about her last conversation with her agent, Wendell, back in the United States. He had questioned her on how far she would go in order to be successful in this business.
“I’ll do anything,” she exclaimed.
Wendell gave her a hard look, and asked, “Are you sure about that?”
“Of course!” she said with indignation in her voice. The last thing she wanted was to be treated like a child. “What’s on your mind?”
“Anna, this isn’t just any photo shoot! It’s more like a Pirelli calendar shoot!” When he saw that the young woman was puzzled by this reference, he sighed. “This is more than just a lingerie catalog shoot! This isn’t Victoria’s Secret! This is Il Sogno - the famous Italian lingerie maker!”
She still didn’t understand, and asked, “But I’ve never heard of Il Sogno before!”
“Of course you haven’t!” Wendell replied. “Only movie stars and fashion aficionados receive this catalog! The rich and the famous! They don’t send it to every Joe Schmo!”
Realization slowly dawned for the girl. She said, “So this is my big chance!”
Wendell laughed. “YES! This is your big chance, so don’t screw it up! They’re gonna get you to do some crazy shit, because anything goes for this catalog, remember that! Another piece of advice - do whatever they ask!”
David, the L.A. fashion photographer, made Anna dress in the skimpiest bikini she had ever worn in her life for the very first shoot. It was an extremely red top that showed a lot of cleavage, with an incredibly tiny G-string bottom. It was pretty much a few pieces of string connected to a sliver of material which barely covered her pussy lips. Anyone looking at her could tell she had a shaved snatch, not just from the size of the bikini, but from the sheer thinness of the material. The hot blonde tried to exude an attitude of sexiness and professionalism even though inside she was cringing in embarrassment as the camera snapped away, David shouting words of encouragement to her.
Anna blushed prettily as she posed on her knees in front of David, her legs spread wide to expose a very pronounced camel-toe. Then came the obligatory poses with her on her hands and knees, ass stick out and back arched, looking into the camera with lust in her eyes. After an hour, she started to think it wasn’t really that bad at all.
However, she nearly lost it when she found out that she had to change clothes out in the open. She wondered how they could expect her to do something so humiliating!
Then she thought about what Wendell had said, bit back her complaints, and slipped off her swimwear. To top it all off, Anna had to wait out in the open, completely naked and showing off her Brazilian wax job (that David made her get before flying to Mexico), while waiting for the photographer to rummage through his bag for the right swimsuit.
With one hand covering her bare pussy and the other over her large breasts, she tried to ignore the stares and whistles coming from the crowd of onlookers that had gathered around the photo-shoot.
“Ignore them, honey!” David said to her, grinning as he gave Anna a tiny string bikini. “It comes with the territory!”
Bristling with anger, she quickly pulled on the bottom as quickly as she could, her luscious tits jiggling deliciously out in the open. “We should at least get some kind of cover for me to change!” she replied sharply, putting on her top.
“Relax! By the time we’re finished, being naked will be the least of your worries!”
Although she didn’t like David’s last remark, Anna couldn’t dwell on it as she went back into model-mode, posing as sexily as she could for the camera. Which in this case was very sexy indeed, as David found out; Anna was a natural at modeling, and was incredibly photogenic. The way she sultrily posed - combined with her heavenly body - made it nearly impossible for the photographer to capture her in a bad photo.
Vincent – the make-up artist who doubled as David’s assistant - worked on her hair and makeup earlier in the day, but was there constantly to touch up her face and body when needed. They had also hired a local workman named Carlos to handle the lighting equipment who creeped Anna out, because of the salacious way he kept staring at her.
The last outfit for the beach shoot was a colorfully tight top and a white, flimsy, nearly see-through piece of fabric that the young model was trying to adjust around her slim waist. “Where’s the bottom?” the girl asked, finally tying it together with the provided string, noticing how wide the slit of the skirt was and how much skin was being shown.
“That’s it, darling - just the skirt!” David replied.
Anna cried in dismay, “That’s not a skirt! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Indeed, the white skirt was very short and very revealing - as Vincent re-adjusted it by loosening it up around her hips and moving the skirt slit to the front and then slightly to the left of her vagina, barely covering it. The junction of her left inner-thigh and nether regions were now clearly visible, and any wisp of wind or movement would expose her sexy shaved pussy. She clutched the front of the skirt, eyes pleading for some sympathy from the photographer.