Hank Borden: Some wives will

She knocked three times then looked behind her at the winos and the foul-mouthed kids and the idle adults who walked the sidewalks and sat in the doorways, to make sure no one was coming up to mug her.

The door finally creaked open, and a tall, bearded man with wild eyes and flaming red hair looked down at her with a sneaky smile. He was bare cheated and barefooted, but a large cock bulge showed in the tight jeans he wore. Around his neck hung an expensive-looking camera, which he quickly lifted and aimed at her.

"My goodness," Mia said, forcing a smile. "Am I modeling already?" She tried not to appear nervous, though she was just that.

"No, not really," the man said in a husky voice. "I was only teasing. Come on in, I was expecting you." He shut the door behind her, and then led her down an unlighted hallway toward a basement staircase. "Have you known Loni long?"

"No, I met her only recently. Yesterday I went to her for a job, and she sent me here, even though I never modeled before in my life. She said that I could earn while I learn, and that a Mr. Lincoln would teach me. Are you he?"

"Yes, but you can call me Al. I'm the photographer here, if you haven't already guessed that. I work with many models, most of them as inexperienced as you. But as long as they do exactly what I tell them, their inexperience doesn't matter." They reached the staircase and carefully descended. "Are you willing to do everything I tell you, Mia?"

"Of course, Al. I want to learn as much as I can, as quickly as I can. I need the money badly, so it's important to me that this job works out well."

"That's the attitude I was hoping you'd have," Al said. "If you maintain it, you and I will get along just fine." They reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped while Al slid the bolt on a heavy wooden door. He slowly swung the door open. "You'd be surprised how many bitches come to me, looking for modeling jobs, then chicken out after a day or two. It makes you wonder what they expected in the first place. Most bitches expect modeling to be easy. Well, it is in a way, but only if you have the right attitude."

"I can see your point," Mia said. "Having the right attitude is always important. By the way, just what will I be modeling?"

"Hell, didn't Loni tell you?" he said, looking back over her shoulder.

"No, she didn't. She said that you would explain everything to me. And that I was to trust you completely." They had stopped in the door way, with Al blocking Mia's path. There was something in the tone of his voice that frightened her, but there was also a great deal in physical appearance that made her pussy tingle.

"That bitch!" he suddenly roared. "That stinking bitch! She should've told you so you would've been properly prepared. Now I suppose you're going to give me a lot of trouble when I start working with you, as so many others have."

"Not at all. Why should I? I told you that I needed the job, and I meant it. I'm ready to go to work right away. Just tell me what to do."

"Well, we'll soon see just how ready and willing you are. Come with me into my studio."

Al flung the door open wide and entered his basement studio. Mia followed behind him as a nervous twitch suddenly raced through her tits.

The sight of his studio robbed her of speech. She stood in silent horror as she surveyed the giant room. A king-size bed stood in the center of the room. The bed's crimson sheets looked to be silk. Sofas and chairs of various colors and designs lay scattered about the roam in no apparent order. A very elegant shower stall without a curtain, took up a corner of the room, while a green-velvet pool table occupied the opposite corner. Also scattered about were photo lamps, fixed to tall metal stands, and many types of cameras, some attached to tripods and some meant to be hand-held. Paper adorned with figures of scantily clothed men and women covered the walls, along with two full-length mirrors.

She stood for some time, looking about. When she finally turned to face Al and spill out her many questions, she saw that he was looking her up and down. His hungry eyes seemed to eat right through her tight jeans and sheer white blouse, even through her black bra and panties. In fact, she could almost feel his wild eyes on her bare flesh, so intense was his stare. When he continued to stare at her even though she was now facing him, a sudden shiver raced up her spine and made her tits hard, and made her forget her questions.

"My goodness," she said, blushing, "I must look better than I thought." She found that she was enjoying his attentions.

"You look great. Just great. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. Yes, indeed, I'm going to enjoy it a lot."

"Breaking me in? What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean? I break in all my new models before I put them to work. It's the only way I know to rid them of their inhibitions. And they have to lose their inhibitions before they can model properly. Hell, Loni should have told you all this."

"Yes, she should have," Mia said. "But it's all right. You can break me in if you like. I'll do anything to get this job – anything. But tell me, just what will I be modeling in so strange a room?"

"We'll discuss that after I break you in," Al said. He immediately swept Mia off her feet and carried her to the silk-sheeted bed in the center of the room.

Mia did not resist. She was very curious about this strange photographer, and eager to feel his big prick inside her pussy.

He dropped her on the bed and began fumbling with her buttons and zippers and snaps, tugging on her clothing, groping at her body until she was stark naked. Then he quickly removed his trousers and shorts and joined her on the bed.

The silk sheets were soft and pleasant beneath her bare ass. She sank down into them and tried to relax as Al climbed atop her and aimed his long fat prick at her open mouth.

"Let's see how well you suck cock," Al said, straddling her shoulders from a kneeling position.

"I'll be happy to show you what I know," Mia said, smiling. "Just shove your big cock between my lips and hang on tight."

Al did just that, his hard and hairy body towering above her.

Mia fondled his balls with one hand and grasped his cock-root with the other as she deep throated his big cockshaft. His cock-hairs were thick and coarse, and they made her soft hands tingle. But she held on just the same and drew more and more of his meaty prick, into her mouth.

Al's prick disappeared inch by inch, stretching her lips taut while making her checks bulge outwards. She grunted and groaned as she inhaled the prick and tried hard not to choke. Soon her efforts were rewarded when the man's heavy balls came to rest against her wet lips.

Mia mouthed Al's big prick for long moments, while the cock filled her throat with intense heat, the heat grew and grew, became mind-blowing and blissful. Mia soon got so turned on she began running her lips up and down the man's thick cockshaft.

She sucked him off as well as she knew how. With her head bobbing up and down, she worked her lips from his balls to his cockhead and back again.

She blew his cock thoroughly, massaging the whole, shaft with clinging lips and a lapping tongue. She stroked every bump and every swollen vein, while at the same time savoring the prick's meaty flavor.

Lying beneath him, Mia sucked his cock slowly and steadily. Her long yellow hair spread out on the mattress beneath her head. Her shapely ass wriggled freely over the silk sheets as she enjoyed their smoothness. She was getting more turned on by the minute, and her head began to bob faster.

Her cheeks bulged, receded, and bulged again as she continued to blow Al's big prick. Her nostrils flared repeatedly as she snorted cockhairs out of them. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she experienced one mind-blowing heat wave after another.