All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
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The Wana’be Model
“Excuse me, I see you have a baby. Can I ask you how old he or she is?â€
“She’s just three months. â€
“She looks a beauty; I’ll bet she’ll grow-up to be a stunner like her mom. I assume you are her mom?â€
“Yes she’s mine. Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me; I have to get on with my shopping now. â€
“No please don’t go yet, I’m sure we have something that will interest you. Wouldn’t you like a year’s supply of essentials for your baby?â€
“What kind of essentials?â€
“There’s a whole range. Powdered milk, nappies (diapers), baby wipes, baby food in jars, and our new sliming powder. â€
“Sliming powder for a baby? You’ve got to be joking?â€
“No. We’re doing the preparatory work for an advertising campaign for a slimming powder that’s helps women loose weight after having a baby. It’s made by Gluxo; they’re the biggest baby food manufacturer in UK. And you are just the ideal type of woman we’re looking for. â€
“But I’ve never even heard of this slimming stuff, let alone used it.
“First of all, if you sign-up for a days screen test, you get this list of baby products for a year free. And that is irrespective of whether you are used in any advertising. But if you are the one that is selected, it could be worth fifty to a hundred grand, maybe more if other people start using you. â€
“You are kidding me?â€
“No. this is a genuine chance in a lifetime. And like I said even if they don’t use you, you still get a years supply of baby stuff. I’ll bet that comes to a fair old sum by itself. â€
“So let me get this straight. If I go for this screen test, I get all that stuff on the list for a year free of charge?â€
“Yes. That’s it. â€
“But what does this screen test entail, how long does it take, and where do I have to go to take it?â€
“We call it a screen test, but really it’s just a simple photo shoot. It takes about four hours. And if you’re interested in doing it, we’ll take you now.
“What you’d want me to go now?â€
“Yes. I’m afraid its one of those things you have to grab quickly. â€
“I’ll have to phone my husband to see what he thinks. â€
“That’s up to you. But I know what he’ll say. My honest advice is. If you want to do it, just grab the opportunity while you’ve got the chance. I’m not exaggerating when I say; this is a once in a lifetime chance. If you don’t take it, then it’s something you’ll look back at in the future, and kick yourself for missing. â€
“But why do you say my husband won’t want me to do it?â€
“It’s a male thing. He’ll realise that if you do get selected, you’ll be the main bread-winner. Most men can’t handle their wife being more important than them. And they don’t like other men looking at their wife’s body.
So here I was, stood in the entrance to a shopping mall, thirty-five years old, and my first baby sleeping blissfully in her buggy. I had only seconds to decide if I should go with these men and see what comes out of it. Or phone my husband, and let him choose. But why should he know any better than me? At least I could see these men, talk to them, and make a judgement as to whether they look trustworthy. They were stood here in very posh suits, with all the genuine looking paperwork, and ID badges with their photos on their lapels. Shit! If I phone him and he says no, then I can’t go against him. But if I don’t do this now, they are right; I’ll regret missing this opportunity for the rest of my boring life.
“You promise me it’s not a con trick?â€
“Don’t be silly.
As I drove down the road towards my mom’s house, my mind was racing; was I doing the right thing. Would I be all embarrassed, and not be able to pose sexily enough? No, I’ve been topless on the beach when we went on holiday, and when you do that, you’ve got hundreds of men ogling at you.
“Brenda. This is a nice surprise; to what do I owe this pleasure. Don’t tell me, you want me to look after Lisa while you go shopping. â€
“You guessed it. Do you mind?â€
“No, of-course not. Are you going anywhere special?â€
“Not really, I’m going to the big super-store park, to look at new kitchens. And you know what it’s like dragging the baby around with you. â€
“You’re going on your own?â€
“Yes I just want to get a look by myself, before I go around with Harry. You know what he’s like; he’ll just want to see the cheapest stuff. â€
“Any idea how long you’ll be?â€
“All day I’m afraid, will that be alright?â€
“Yes.
Now I headed for my house, and was soon parking my car in the drive and locking it up. I walked to where there big shinny new Jag was parked a few doors down the street. I leaned towards the window of the front passenger door, all the glass was tinted, and I couldn’t see inside at all. I was about to rap my knuckles on the window, when it majestically slid down.
“Get in the back. â€
“I was just going to ask if I need to bring anything?â€
“Just that sexy little body of yours. â€
I look through the open window, and I could see the back seat was empty; there were only the two men in the car. They were the ones who I’d been talking to earlier; one was driving, and the other in the front passenger seat.
 The car set off, and we were soon on the motorway, speeding along in the outside lane. It felt like we were only going slowly, but the speed we were passing other cars was like lightening. They’d passed me a folder with several very wordy documents that all needed signing. I started reading the first one, and the legal jargon soon had my head spinning. So I just asked what each one was for, and signed them all without reading them and then handed them back. Whilst I was leaning forward to hand the folder back, I caught a glimpse of the Speedo, we were doing 135MPH! I’d never been that fast in my life, and it felt smoother than my car at 30MPH. We were travelling on the motorway for at least half an hour, and then we set out into what looked like Mooreland country. The roads got smaller, until we were in very desolate country, on single track roads.
“Where is this studio we’re going to?â€
“At the moment it’s in nowhere land. What we’ve got is a big lorry that converts into a mobile studio. It’s like those things you see at expeditions, once you park up, all the sides open and it makes a complete studio. So because some of the team are working the west side of the country, some on the east, and we’re doing the middle, they park up in a central place so we can all get to it. â€
“I suppose that makes sense. But if this is central, and we’ve travelled miles to get here, that means your team of people must be spread over a wide area?â€
“That’s right, this week we’re covering the whole middle section of the country, from west to east coast.
Now as I walked these last few steps, I could feel the butterflies in my tummy. Up the steps we went, and once inside, it was difficult to believe this was just a mobile office. They led me up to a big desk where an older man was sitting reading an official looking document. He looked up over the top of his glasses, and his face turned to a big beaming smile. He immediately put the document down, and reached out his arm to shake hands as he got to his feet.
“Why hello. You must be Brenda. I must say I thought they were exaggerating when they told me how sexy looking you were, but now I see you’re even hotter than they described. â€
I blushed at this comment. It in some way unnerved me.
He’d now got the folder with the documents I’d been filling in, and he was looking through it.
“Right you’ve filled in the basic measurements and your weight. Here is a simple little costume, it’s not very fancy, but it's nice thin stretchy material, so it fits all sizes. If you go into that room over there, you can strip off, and put this on. Then I’ll be able to confirm your measurements and weight, and fill in these few other measurements. â€
With that he handed me this small folded piece of material, it hardly looked big enough to make a handkerchief, let alone a costume.
As soon as I got inside the room I looked for a lock on the door, but there wasn’t one. I had to tell myself I was being silly. Come-on, they're not going to walk in on you. I stripped off, and pulled on this stretchy costume. Like he said one size fits all, and it did.
“Oh yes!â€
There was a chorus of comments, all very complementary, even if some of them bordered on the improper side.
“Ok my dear; let’s have you on these scales. â€
I stepped onto the scales.
“Nine seven. That’s super. Ok I’ve just got to do some measurements. Shoulders’ first. â€
He wrapped the tape measure around my shoulders, and as he read off the measurement, one of the other men wrote it down on the form.
“Now bust. â€
He repeated this process, measuring all kinds of things like a dress maker would do. He’d finished all my upper body, and then he said.
“Right my dear. These next few are the ones that sometimes worry you ladies, especially if you’re new to this game. I’ve got to get the measurement of the tops of your legs, and inner leg length. So first I’ll need one leg stood up straight, and the other one nice and wide out of the way. I usually suggest you stand by my desk, and use the desk to balance. Then stretch your left leg across onto that chair. Do you think you can do that for me?â€
“I’ll try. â€
I did as he’d asked. I was stood upright, but my left leg was almost horizontal, leaving my crotch fully exposed.
“That’s a good girl. Now you do realise when I take this measurement, my hand will make contact with your, ahem, well I’ll say flesh. But you know what I mean. I know you’ve signed the disclaimer papers, but maybe you didn’t realise that’s what you’d agreed to. So just to be sure, are you ok with me touching you?â€
Now I had no idea I’d signed anything that allowed him to ‘touch me’ as he put it. But it was obvious if he was going to get an accurate measurement of my inner leg length, he’d have to get his measure, hence his fingers, up into my crotch.
“Yes you do what you need to. â€
“I’m just going to get John to steady you, is that ok?â€
“I don’t think I need steadying. â€
“I’d feel happier if he did. â€
“Well ok, but I’m sure it’s not necessary. â€
“Come-on then John she said its ok. â€
One of the men, the one who’d driven the car, came up and stood right up close behind me, his body pushing up against my back. He wrapped his arm around me, placing his big hand on my tummy, and he pulled me tightly to his body. The man in-charge then asked.
“Is that ok, not too tight?â€
“Yes its ok. But why does he need to hold me?â€
“You realise you are here to be assessed? And that doesn’t just mean taking photos; it’s your general cooperation and behaviour. â€
“Yes I guess so. â€
“Well this is part of that assessment. Imagine; if we were in some exotic location, and we needed to hold you over a dangerous cliff edge. Then it would be no good at all if you got upset, just because someone put their hands on you while trying to make sure you were safe.
“Ok now I’m going to ask Richard to come and hold your ankle, is that ok?â€
This seemed an unusual request, and obviously once he’d taken hold of my ankle, I’d be restrained in a very vulnerable position. But as he said, they were just testing me.
“Yes, its ok. â€
“You heard her Richard. Make sure you’ve got a good tight hold. â€
Richard was soon gripping my ankle, so I was now held in a spread wide open position.
“Are you happy so far, you’ve got no problems with what either John or Richard are doing?â€
“No. It’s fine. â€
“Now you do remember saying you have no problem with me touching you? Is that still the case?â€
Was he going to just take his measurements, and this was just a test, to see what I’d say? And if I start being awkward at this stage, will that blow my chance of getting selected. I had to trust him.
“Yes if you need to touch me, it’s ok.
He knelt down and I felt his hand on the inside of my leg, about knee height. He stroked it slowly up and down my leg, not quite reaching my crotch, but going way past what would be stocking-top height.
“You have lovely soft skin. Do you mind me just stroking you for a minute?â€
“Is this necessary?â€
It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, but it was obviously getting me aroused.
“No it’s not necessary. If you want to go, you’re free to leave at any time. â€
“Please I didn’t mean that. I want the chance to be selected; if this is still part of my assessment, just carry on. â€
“Sometimes during a shoot, it's necessary to have our models sexually aroused. This can as I’m sure you’re aware, make a big difference to the way your body looks. The shape of your tummy and upper leg muscles change, and this gives that sexy look. But it also makes your nipples show through the costume. You must have noticed your nipples are starting to react to me stroking your legs?â€
I blushed.
“Yes I known. â€
“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s exactly what we’re looking for, it’s good to have a model that gets worked-up easily.
“In that case, I’ll carry on down here working on your thighs. While John and Richard work on your tits. What would be really helpful, would be if you can tell us when we find a spot that really gets you going. Then we’ll soon get you aroused. It’s as important for a girl to get aroused easily, as it is that she has a good figure. â€
I replied.
“I’ll try. â€
But in truth, I didn’t know if I could stand here letting three strangers stroke my body, and not just any part, I was expected to direct then to my ‘G’ spots. Graham’s hand slid gently up my leg, until it touched my crotch. I let out a little gasp of breath.
“That’s found one?â€
I couldn't actually reply with words, my body was screaming to ask for more. So all I did was let out a stifled moan.
Graham looked up at me.
“This is really getting you hot, isn’t it?â€
“Y yes. â€
“Now you can see why I’ve got John holding you. How much more can you take before your legs go weak?â€
“I I don’t know. Please stop now.
I knew I had to let him, but I didn’t want him inside the costume, playing with my pussy. It was one thing him rubbing my legs and letting the other two play with my nipples, but it would be a giant leap letting him feel my pussy. So I decided, even if I didn’t get selected, it wasn’t worth letting him finger me.
“Only, if it doesn’t involve you putting your hand inside my costume. â€
“And if it does?â€
“Then I’m going home now. â€
“Well that’s ok then, because the final part of this test doesn’t involve my touching your flesh at all. So can I carry on?â€
“Ok. â€
He moved his hand directly under my crotch, and lifted until I felt one of his fingers make contact with the thin material of the gusset of the costume. My reaction was automatic, instant, and completely involuntary. Even though I was being held by my tummy, my hips sort of plunged downwards, pushing his finger and costume material into my cunt hole. Maybe only half inch or so; but that was enough to send a shudder through my whole body (and my ‘body hole’). He then drew it forwards, out of my hole, along my slot until he reached my clit. His finger circled around my clit, which with my aroused pussy, didn’t take much encouragement before it swelled like a little dick with a hard-on. This was something my husband would always tease me about; he’d call me a ‘chick with a dick’.
“Jesus, is that your clit?â€
“Please stop now. â€
“Oh come on. You can’t expect me to stop now, that clit of yours feels amazing. Just let me pull the costume across to get a look at it. â€
“No please don’t. â€
“If you let me just have a quick look, then we’ll get on with the shooting, and I’ll give you top marks for this part of your assessment. â€
“Just a look? You promise you won’t touch me?â€
“I promise. Can I look now?â€
“Ok. But just a quick look then let me get my legs closed. â€
“Let go of her leg and get that desk cleared off. Come on John, I’ll take her legs, let’s get her on her back. â€
“What are you doing?â€
But they didn't answer until I’d been lifted up onto his desk, and had Richard holding my leg one side, and John the other. I was spread wide, with Graham (the boss) stood right up close to my crotch.
“We’re only going to have a look like you said we could. â€
“I never said you could lay me back and open my legs like this.
“Oh god no. Please let me close my legs. â€
I struggled, but they held me tight.
“Lie still my dear, you said we could have a look, and that’s what we’re doing. We won’t hurt you. â€
“Please, you’ve had your quick look. Let me get up now. â€
“Oh Blast! You’ve gone off the boil; your clit has disappeared back into hiding. Can I just stroke your pussy to get it aroused again?â€
“No please, you promised no touching.
There was a bout fifteen seconds to go before the second hand got to the top, but what the hell, ogling at my pussy for one minute or one minute fifteen seconds, what’s the difference. But although they weren’t actually touching me, both John and Richard were pulling my legs into different positions, obviously trying to stretch my pussy open more, I couldn’t stop them, and I guess I’d agreed to it, so I kept quiet and let them get on with it.
“Ok minute up. Come on let me get down. â€
They both lowered my legs to the floor, and I got to my feet.
“Spoil-sport, we were enjoying that. But you can definitely say you past part one with flying colours. Now here is a bikini, go and put it on, and we’ll be waiting in the studio, it’s through that door. â€
They all went one way; I went back into the little room to get changed. The first thing I noticed was all my clothes that I’d left in the room, were all gone, and so was my handbag. My handbag had my mobile phone, and my purse with all my credit cards and cash.
As I opened the door, I was blown away by the sheer size of the place, it was at least thirty feet long, and over twenty feet wide! At the far end directly in the middle was a bed, circular. It must have been ten foot across. There were big flood light stood all around the place like you see when they shoot movies. There was a man sitting on a camera seat, this was also exactly like you see when they’re shooting a movie! Then there was another man with a big camera on his shoulder, not a simple home video camera, a big professional one. And over the other side one more camera-man, that makes three in all. This third one had a still camera, with a lens on the front like a dustbin.
For a second the awesomeness of this set-up took away the burning question I’d dashed in here to ask, and then suddenly as Graham spoke, it came back to me.
“Are! There you are my dear. You look stunning in that costume. â€
As I dashed across to where he was sitting, Richard chirped up.
“She’ll look even better when we get her out of it. â€
I let his comment pass with out reaction.
“What have you done with my clothes?â€
“Calm down dear. What are you talking about?â€
“My clothes! And my handbag, they’re all gone. Where have you put them?â€
“Calm down, I’m sure we can sort this out. I don’t know what’s happened to your stuff, but it can’t be far away. â€
“Look I left them in that room where I got changed and they’re not there now.
Could he be right, could I have used a different room? I guess in a place like this, they would be identical. And as he said, we were all together in his room all the time, I’d have known if any of them had been in and touched them.
“Maybe you’re right. I’m sorry I got so upset, I’ll just go and check to make sure. â€
“Ah ah. I wouldn’t if I was you, you’re still being assessed, and I expect you to trust me, not go checking what I tell you. â€
“But I just wanted to make sure. â€
“And if you can’t find them! Then you will get all upset and spoil our shoot. That is exactly the kind of thing that we don’t want our models doing. If I say it’ll be ok, you just get on with the job in hand, and I’ll make sure its ok when we’ve finished.
“I guess so, so long as you’re sure my stuffs ok?â€
“’SURE YOUR STUFFS OK!’ DON’T YOU EVER QUESTION ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! If you’re going to start being awkward, I can soon turn into MR Nasty. You do realise that if I wanted to, I could just chuck you out now, and even ask for that bikini back, it is ours after all. We could just pack-up the unit, and drive away leaving you out here in the moors, with thirty miles to the nearest phone box, that’s if its not been vandalised. â€
“Please why are you saying these things, what have I done?â€
I was panic stricken.
“I’m just getting a little fed-up with your attitude, either you’re here to please me, and maybe get selected, or you can just fuck-off now! Its nice and sunny out there, I’m sure a friendly rapist will give you a lift if you show a bit of leg. Oh I forgot; you’ll be showing more than just your legs. â€
“Please, I’m sorry. You’re scaring me talking like that. I promise I'm not trying to be awkward. Please I really want to get selected; I’ve done everything you've asked me to do. Just tell me what you want me to do next. â€
“She’s right boss, and anyway you know we’re all dieing to see her clit when it gets excited again. â€
 “I suppose your right John. Let’s forget I got upset, and start again. Where was I?â€
His manner calmed down just as quickly as it had got aroused, and he was now talking softly again.
“Ok hop up love. â€
I didn’t like the thought of opening my legs in this bikini, even to step up this far. I knew I only had a thin ribbon of cotton running under my crotch. I had hesitated to get onto the pedestal, but then as I saw the anger building in Grahams face, I lifted my foot onto the platform, and stepped up. It felt very bizarre being up here and all of them sitting looking up at me.
“Ok I know it’s not very wide, but get your feet to the edges, and spread yourself as wide as it will allow you. â€
I didn’t hesitate; there was brusqueness in his voice, which somehow worried me.
“Right my lovely. How does it feel standing there like that?â€
Assuming this was a test question, I answered with what answer I thought they’d want to hear.
“I feel ok. â€
“Can I get you to express yourself a bit more? Maybe you’re still shy. Please try to overcome your shyness, you’re amongst friends here. â€
“I am still a little shy; I’m not used to doing this kind of thing. â€
“Ok, it’s understandable. But we are your friends, and we are trying to help you get selected. What I’m looking for, is an honest answer, but one that maybe you’re too shy to express. You know, if standing up there with us all looking up your crotch makes you feel aroused. Then don’t just tell me you feel ok, tell me it feels good to have you all looking at my pussy, or it turns me on when you look at my cunt. Don’t feel shy about what words you use, your mom won’t know if you say cunt instead of pussy. Do you get the idea?â€
“I think so.
“Ok I’ll ask the question again. How does it feel standing there like that?â€
I plucked-up all my courage, and tried to say what I thought would please him.
“Well if you want the real truth, I know this bikini doesn’t cover the lips of my cunt. So I know that’s what you men are all looking at. It feels like you all desire my body, and that makes me hot. â€
“That was excellent. Now we can move to the next stage. â€
“What, the photographs?â€
“No. Not yet. One more thing to do first. â€
“But you said in there, that once I’d let you look at me, we’d start the shooting session. â€
“Right that’s it! Fuck her off out of my sight. I’ve had enough of her stupid questioning. â€
He’d launched himself from the couch, and stormed out of the studio. I was dumbfounded.
By now I was curled up on the couch, with my face in my hands sobbing my eyes out.
“I I’m sorry. Sob. I I didn’t mean to get him upset. But he did say we’d do the shoot next. â€
“Who cares what he said? All he was going to ask you to do was to talk a bit more about yourself, and then we’d be into the shoot. You’d better pray he calms down. Because if not he’ll be back in here ordering us to pack-up the unit, and make no mistake, he will chuck you out and leave you stood there naked. â€
“Please no. You wouldn’t let him.
“Is there anything I can do to put things right?â€
“Only pray. And if he does come back, and give you another chance, just go with whatever he asks you to do. Once he sees you’ll do what he wants without any sign of hesitation, he'll get the shooting session underway. After all, the shoot is what we’re all here for. So no matter what he asks, don’t hesitate, do it instantly, with a big smile as though you’re enjoying it. And for god’s sake don’t ask him why he wants; what ever he’s just asked you to do. â€
“What do you think the chances of him chucking me out are?â€
“Look, if you really do want this job, I can guarantee it’s yours, just so long as you go along with him. But are you prepared to do what ever it takes? If you can swear to me that you’re not going to upset him again. That this isn’t just something that would be nice to have, but it something you really want, and are prepared to put yourself out for, then I’ll go and try to convince him to give you another chance. But if you screw-up, it wont just be you getting chucked out, I’ll loose my job for sticking-up for you. â€
When he told me all that stuff about me making it as a model, I'd swallowed his bait, hook, line and sinker. He’d now got me completely hooked, the thought of being famous, and having my picture in all the magazines. All I kept telling myself was; it must be worth letting this man get turned on by hearing me say a few dirty words, and maybe feel-me-up a bit.
“I promise I’ll do what ever he asks me.
“You’re a bloody fool. â€
That was John talking to Richard.
“What are you going on about?â€
“You! You’ll go out there, plead her case, Graham will come back in fully expecting that she’ll let him work her pussy-up, so he can see that clit he’s been going on about. She’ll say no, and you’ve just lost a really cushy well-paid job. â€
“She wouldn’t let me down, you heard her promise. â€
“Ok. I’ll ask her. Well?â€
He looked at me.
“Come-on. Don’t look dumb. You just heard what I said to him. Will you let him work you-up again, and look at your clit?â€
Now I was put on the spot, but at least I now knew what was expected of me. Like I said before, surely it’s worth letting him have a bit of a feel, and they’d already seen me naked.
“If that’s what he asks me to do, I’ll let him.
I knew this was it; I had to put-up or ship-out. I just lay myself back on the couch, and lifted my legs high and wide.
“You have to tell us, we can’t touch you, unless you tell us we can. â€
“You can both spread my cunt open. â€
Then John asked.
“Can I kiss it as well?â€
I thought; what the hell difference would it make?
“Yes. You can kiss it. â€
He was soon down on my pussy, his tongue lapping in my hole, and up my slit. It was obvious I’d soon be out of control, and I didn’t know how this would end-up.
As soon as he left the room, John stretched his arm across to where I was standing.
“Come-on open your legs, I want another feel before they get back. â€
I didn’t argue, I just parted my legs. His finger slid back along my slot, and straight up my wet pussy. But I could tell it wasn’t just one finger, he was ramming up and down with his first two fingers. I let him carry on without making any comment. At first, it felt rough and as though I was being abused. But before a minute was up, my pussy was reacting, and I was now having difficulty stopping myself from buckling at the knees, and then laying myself open for him.
“Hadn’t you better stop before Graham catches you?â€
“Why should I?â€
“Please if you don’t stop soon, my legs will go, I’ll have to lie down. If Graham finds you fingering me, you’ll get into trouble. â€
He got to his feet while still ramming my hole, and using the two fingers up my cunt, and his other arm around my back, he lifted me across, and lay me back on the couch. He pulled my legs wide, and continued ramming away. I could do nothing but lift my hips, and take all he wanted to give me. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door opening. All I could think was; if he’s angry with John, I hope I don’t get into trouble.
“So she’s come around has she?â€
“Yes she’s as hot as a space capsule re-entering the earths atmosphere, and as wet as the ocean it lands in. â€
“Ok let her calm down now, I want to talk to her. â€
John took his fingers out, and moved out of the way for Graham to sit at the end of the couch. As I slowly subsided from my state of arousal, I was conscious of my wide open legs, so I pulled my knees back together.
“No need to close them now my dear, you just lay there spread wide open, so I can see that lovely cunt of yours. â€
I no it sounds silly, being as John had just been ramming my cunt, but it took all my resolve to get myself to open my legs for him, but I did it, and I lay there showing everything I’ve got.
“Now they tell me you’re going to go all the way, what ever I ask you to do?â€
I didn’t like the sound of this, and it must have showed on my face.
“That wasn’t the look I was told to expect. And you’re pulling your knees together again. â€
I hadn’t realised, but he was right, my knees were almost closed, I rapidly opened them.
“At the risk of repeating myself, I’ll explain this one more time. I’m on the point of chucking you out, but I know if you can only get over your shyness, you’ll be one hell of a super star. Listen, and don’t interrupt. I’m not just thinking of you for this silly slimming campaign, I can think of a string of work I can use you for. Some of it is nude work, all very respectable, TV and cinema advertising.
I was sat there trying to take it all in, they had me totally convinced I’d be a super star model, all I had to do was go along with him.
“I want it. Please make me a super star. I promise I won’t question why you need me to do anything again; I’ll do what ever it takes to get the photo’s you want to take.
I was so excited, I about ran over to the bed, and leapt onto it.
“Are we gona’ start shooting?â€
“Don’t you worry your pretty little pussy, we’ll all be shooting soon. â€
I must be thick, I was so excited, that one went right over my head, without me realising what he meant.
He turned to the men sitting on the other couch.
“Come-on lads, time to earn your money. â€
All five men walked across, now they’d stood up, I appreciated their size. They were all built like body builders, their muscles rippled as they walked. But more exciting, or do I mean worrying, was the massive bulging in their posing pouches.
“Are you ready to show me the real Brenda?â€
“Yes. â€
“Choose one of my studs from either side of the bed. â€
Because of the way they were around the bed, it had to be one Black man, and one white.
“Him and him. â€
“Ok lads hop up. â€
The two men I’d selected jumped onto the bed, and sat either side of me.
“John. Get the rest and lay her back at just off upright.
“Can you still reach your pussy?â€
“What you want me to try?â€
“No questions. Just do it. â€
I rapidly reached my fingers down to my crotch, and stopped with my finger tips touching my pussy lips.
“Would you like to show us your pink flesh?â€
I pushed my fingers into my slit, and prised my cunt open.
“That is absolutely super. You are coming on.
“I can’t believe I’m doing it. But I guess its ok. â€
“Ok you’ve showed me you can reach your cunt, now rub both your nipples, I want to see then standing proud again. â€
I brought my hands up to my breasts, and started caressing my nipples.
“While you’re busy doing your tits, will you pretend you're in a film or advertising shoot. As sexily as you can make it, ask Trevor and Ben if they’ll stroke your legs. â€
I held my legs high in the air, and slowly swung them back and forward.
“Hey guys, this little lady has got two legs that are just dieing to be stroked. â€
 “Not bad. Ok guys get down here, and see it you can get some action going. Ok now pick two more guys, to take over on your tits. â€
I looked first to one side, and then the other.
“Ok boys, I guess I’ll have you and you. â€
“Pull that back rest from behind her; I want her flat on her back now. â€
Someone did as he said.
If he wanted sexy, and this is what it takes to be famous, then sexy he was going to get.
“Jake darling, can you slip the bow on your side of my top, and then the one behind my neck. Harry will you loose the other one. That’s it. Now can you both suck on my tits?â€
They didn’t need telling twice, they were sucking away, at my nipples, which were soon swelling and driving the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever experienced right through the whole of my body. Having two men arousing me at once was something else.
“Very good so far, but don’t forget these two guys. â€
Forget them, who was he kidding; they were stroking around my inner thigh, and had my legs spread wide open. One of them had moved his attention down my body, and was now licking just above my knee, but on the inside of my leg. As his tongue slid higher, my pussy went up a gear.
“Ok boys, that’s enough for now. â€
They all stopped immediately, and I was left with my legs still wide open, and cunt still oozing juice. I had such a feeling of disappointment; what did I want? Did I really want them to fuck me? But it was as he’d said, just filming, so I resigned myself to just lying here, legs wide open with them all looking, while I waited for my next instruction. Then, as I calmed down from my heightened state of arousal.
“No. Harry and Jake, you can keep her tits going, I just want her cunt clear for a moment. Right dear, are you ok to talk yet, or are you still too far gone?â€
“I I’m ok, I think. Oh god! That was like I’ve never known it. â€
“You liked it?â€
â€Oh yes.
“I know you're still in a state, but try and speak clearly for the filming, and this time, not sexy, but as crude as you can make it. Ask Ben to take your bikini bottom off for you, and then get him to suck your clit. But when you’re asking him, I want you to tell him what to expect. â€
â€I’m not sure what you mean?â€
“Your clit my dear. It’s not an everyday looking clit, is it? Before he actually removes the bikini bottom, tell him what your clit is like. Be as crude as you can. I want a dirty little bitch. â€
“Hey Ben, I bet you’ve never seen a clit like mine. Get back here and rip off my bikini bottom. When you lick at my cunt, my clit will push its head up from my slot. And when you take it in your mouth, and suck on it, it’ll grow that big, you’ll think you're sucking a little boy’s dick. And if you suck me good, you’ll find out I’m a gusher, my cunt with cover you with cum. â€
“Very good, you do know how to talk dirty. Go on Ben, you go for it, and don’t stop until she cums her juice. If she is really a gusher, we definitely want to get it on video.
“Fucking hell, she has got a dick. â€
He said. Graham then replied.
“Go on then, try wanking her, like she’s a twinky. â€
So as I say my whole body was on fire, I was humping up and down, my clit was poking up. This clit stands at least an inch, maybe an inch and a half long. Everyone that has seen it, admittedly that isn’t that many men, but every one has been amazed by it.  Ben had now got my clit in between his finger and thumb, and was wanking it, like it was a dick, while he flicked the end with his tongue.
The two men were still nibbling and sucking my tits, and Ben was wanking my clit. But there was also something else going on! I could feel someone fingering my cunt, poking up me, and then pulling right out, and rubbing their finger around my bottom. The more he did this, the hotter I got. Then as the finger was circling the hole of my bottom, the end of it pushed inside! Not far, just enough to make my hole open for it. The other things going on, had got me so worked up, I couldn’t actually protest, or even try to stop this anal intrusion. I must have been naive, because I’d never been fucked in the arse, or even thought that anyone would want to touch me there.
My humping got more frantic, and this aided the finger to probe me deeper. It was still dipping into my cunt, coming out all wet and juicy, and using my body thrusting I was in effect ramming my own arse with it. Well by the time I was ready to cum; he’d got two fingers together, and was ramming me violently. As I started screaming my cries of delight, Ben moved clear to allow the camera to see my pussy squirt. On each thrust, my cunt would open, spraying a jet of juice.
Once I’d calmed down, I was laid motionless, legs still wide open.
“That was pretty good, how do you feel?â€
“I don’t know, it feels very strange. I can’t hardly believe I’ve let you go this far. â€
“But you feel alright about it?â€
“I guess so. â€
â€What about my fingers up your bottom?â€
“Oh God! I I knew you, or someone was doing it, and it was hurting at first. But I’d forgotten about that, and I didn't realise, but you've still got them poked up me. â€
â€Yes I have, haven’t I? Did you like it?â€
“I’m not sure. â€
“But it can’t be hurting you?â€
“No, only at first. â€
“That’s the same for all virgins; I bet your cunt was like that the first time. â€
“I guess so. â€
“Are you ready to do the next thing for me?â€
“Yes. But can I ask you something without you getting angry with me?
“Go on then; you’ve done well so far, so I’ll let you this time. â€
“All these things you’re getting me to do?â€
“What about them?â€
“Well when Richard first asked me if I wanted to come for a screen test, he said it would be just simple photographs. â€
“Yes.
“Well you are right up to a point, and if you say that you don’t want to go any further, then I’ll respect that, and I won’t ask you to do another thing for us. But, just maybe, I might think to myself. She didn’t really go all the way, and if I do make her a super star, will she just get all uppity and too big for her boots. So you see, I’d much prefer it if you’d do just a few more things for me. But it is your choice. â€
“Can I ask you just one more thing?â€
He gave his fingers that were still stuck up inside my bottom, a quick back and forward jerk.
“Well I guess being as you’re still stuck on my fingers, I’m sure I can let you ask just this last one question. â€
“Please, don’t get angry when I ask you. â€
“I won’t. â€
“I promise I will go further if that’s what it takes to make sure I get selected; but you promise me that if I do, that you’re not just stringing me along, I will get the modelling job?â€
“I promise. If you don’t believe me, I’ll get one of them to bring the contract in now, and we can both sign it. â€
“No.
“Look girl, we’ll be hear all day at this rate, you’ve asked enough surely?â€
“Please one more?â€
“If this question is that important, then you can do something to earn it. â€
“What?â€
“Well poor old Blake over there is the only one that didn’t get involved in the last session with you. If you take his pouch off, and hold his dick, I’ll let you ask another question. â€
“Ok, but can I ask my question first?â€
“Ok, I’m sure if you can trust me about making you a model, I can trust you to keep to your word and play with his dick. â€
“I know I said I’d do what ever you asked me to do, but I never ever expected you be asking me to go as far as I have already gone. Please tell me you won’t expect me to let anyone fuck me. â€
“Don’t be a silly girl, what do you think we are. This is all just make-believe, for the benefit of the camera. â€
“Oh good. I really was getting worried that you were expecting me to let one of these guys fuck me. â€
“Well rest easy, that isn’t going to happen. There are two more roles I want you to act out, and they both involve simulated fucking, but its only the way we shoot it, and cut the film afterwards, that leads people to believe they’ve seen you getting fucked. You’ve already shown us, you’ll go along with some degrees of bodily contact with my big male hunks. This next stage will just take that a little further.