Fuck Me

Fuck Me

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Fuck me.

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Fuck me.

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Submitted: February 14, 2017

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Submitted: February 14, 2017

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Just cause I was a super model didn't mean I didn't go to church on Sundays.

I'm a good girl.  I wear sweaters.  

But I make my money by taking off most of my clothes for Sports Illustrated.  I only go down to my underwear though so it's no big deal.  God how the photographers drool over me.  They always hire guys who think they have it so together.  They always talk to me like they're not thinking about ripping my clothes off and fist-fucking me in the sand, but I can see their little micro-boners.

One photographer though.  Sam.  Wow did he have control over his sexuality.  And this drove me crazy.  I could genuinely tell I was just another job for him.  He had seen so many naked women every day that he just didn't care anymore.  This meant I wasn't special.  I wanted to be special.

During a shoot in a studio apartment where I was wearing a sweater pulled down over my glass parts, I started showing a little more pussy than usual.  This is because the magazine reps had left, and it was just me and him.  He didn't say anything at first, but after I basically had let him see my entire mama, he piped up. "I'm not sure we can use these.  Make sure to pull your top down."  I looked him in the eye, "You sure you don't want some extra ones??  For your personal collection??"  He laughed.  "I would love them but I don't think that's appropriate."  "Well I'll make sure to be appropriate for the rest of the shoot," I said to him.  I pulled my sweater down like a good girl and kept posing for the precum inducing shots that would have half America's male population doubled ever with red, surging towers. 

I bit my lip every time we made eye contact.  I turned around and lifted my sweater, showing some valley.  I looked over my shoulder.  

And then I saw it.

A mound in his pants.

A boner.

I smiled.  And pulled my sweater up to my tits.  He could see everything now, and his cock went from a stump to an oak tree.  I swayed back and forth.  "Do you like this?"  He lowered his camera.  "I do."  "Take a picture," I said.  "I won't be able to use it for the magazine."  "Take it for yourself."  

He took a picture.  And another.  And another.

I sauntered over to him and put my pussy on his jean thigh.  I kissed his stubble.  He put his hand in my baby.  I eeked inside like a fifteen year old getting her cherry popped after prom.  He kept pushing his hand in.  He was vicious about it.  He took the rest of my sweater off.  I unzipped his jeans and took his cock out, all veiny and hard.  I stroked it.
 

I put it in my Sally, and I moaned.  He liked it, but he wanted something else, and I could tell.  "Do you want me to suck you, baby?"  He shook his head.  "Do you wanna fuck my tits?  I have great tits."  "I love your tits, baby girl.  But no."  I knew what he wanted.  I dropped down on all fours, my ass in the air.  "Is this what you want?"  His dick flexed and got a little bigger.  Clear semen dripping already.  He took the rest of his clothes off and moved over to me.  He gripped my ass and slid his cock in.  "Oh god..." I moaned.  He fucked me.  He fucked me in the ass.  He pumped in pleasure as my face mashed into the corduroy couch, pressing red hot lines into my cheek, softened by my spit that blended in with the fabric.  I hadn't been ass-fucked since college, and god did I miss it.  

His red head going in and out, making squishy sounds while we both orgasmed.  He started to cum, and didn't finish till a day later.  He ran his hands over my ribs, and I reached back and grabbed his ass.  I pulled myself into him and stood up on my knees.  No man had ever been deeper inside of me.  We bounced up and down as he finished blasting his load.  I told him to take a picture of me, all sweaty and tired on the floor.

"I can't use that for the magazine," he said.

"I don't care.  Take the picture.  I want you to have it.  And I want you to remember this.  And I want you to take my pictures again.."

He took the picture, and after a few minutes, I asked him to suck my pussy. 

Which he did.


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