Hank Borden - Some wives will

Earlier, Mia had been eager to cooperate with Al, to do whatever he wanted, so that she might learn to be a good model. But now there was something in the tone of his voice that frightened her, that made her question her decision to come here in the first place, that made her regret ever fucking him. Part of her wanted to turn and flee this place, but another part of her wanted to stay and earn the money she needed to be an independent woman. She decided to stay and do as Al wanted – for the time being, anyway.

"No, Al, I'm not going to disappoint you. Let's get started. Where do you want me?" She still had no idea what sort of modeling she'd be doing, and Al seemed reluctant to tell her beforehand. But whatever it was he wanted her to do, she knew she'd be doing it stark naked and completely at Al's mercy. The thought of that sent a sudden shiver up her spine.

"I want you over there on the sofa," Al said, with a wave of his hand. "Get moving." He snapped the lid shut on his loaded camera and followed, her over to the huge sofa that rested against the far wall.

When they reached the sofa, she followed his orders precisely, not finding them too extreme. As he requested, she stretched out on the sofa on her back and spread her legs wide, then began toying with her tits. The cushions, soft as feathers, yielded to her tall slim body then molded around her to make her feel quite comfortable. She tried to relax as he hovered above her with his camera.

"Okay, bitch, pull back your knees so I can get a real good shot of your pussy."

Mia did as he asked and gave the man a clear view of her golden-haired cunt. He began snapping photos at once, moving from side to side, leaning close and stepping back in order to photograph her pussy from every possible angle. Mia lay quietly, passively, while the intruding camera clicked and clicked.

"Now flash your pussy at me," Al said impatiently. "Come on, bitch, give me some action."

Mia immediately began opening and closing her shapely thighs, offering brief but tantalizing glimpses of her ripe pussy. Al leaned over her, capturing her lovely charms on film.

"You're doing just fine, bitch, just fine. I'm glad that you're following orders."

Al's cock hardened before long, but he continued to snap photos of her naked body while she lay on the sofa. Mia soon found herself staring at his stiff prick instead of at the camera.

"Oh, wow, bitch! Wow! You've got some body. Now, play with your tits squeeze your tits in both hands and make them hard and red. Do it, bitch, do it!"

Shivering slightly, Mia grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed hard. Her tits swelled up immediately, and her nipples bulged outwards, toward the camera.

"Beautiful," Al said, sitting on the arm of the sofa, aiming his camera between the young wife's open thighs. "Simply beautiful!"

Mia sank her fingers into her soft, yielding tit-meat and made the blood in her tits flow faster and hotter. Her tits hardened quickly and became hot to the touch, but she didn't dare release them. In fact, she squeezed even harder.

Al moved his camera about and captured her ripe cunt and her swollen tits on film. He also captured her long shapely legs and her flat belly and her luscious hips, not to mention her pretty face. Mia fought back embarrassment and shame as she did everything he asked.

"Play with your tits. Bounce them. Shake them. Make the big suckers quiver. C'mon, bitch, more action."

Mia obediently bounced her swollen tits with the tips of her fingers, while Al followed them with his camera. Her tits bounced heavily, up and down from side to side, like water balloons.

"That's the way, bitch. Now knock your tits in circles. Go on, bitch, make your tits swing."

With Al leaning dose with his camera, Mia used her fingers to swing her tits in circles. The big juicy mounds of hot, swollen flesh swung clockwise like meaty pinwheels. She gasped and sighed with each revolution, loving the tingly sensations that rolled through her upper body.

"Now reach for your pussy, bitch. Play with yourself."

Horny anyway, Mia obliged and covered her pussy with one hand while keeping one hand on her tits. She gently squeezed her pussy-lips together again and again, and watched while Al recorded it all on film. Soon, she was writhing like a bitch in heat.

Mia massaged her pussy-lips slowly and tenderly, working two fingers through her silky pussy-hairs and in and out of her narrow pussycrack. She made her pussy-meat tingle, and she made herself quiver. And through it all, she slowly, rhythmically, ground her shapely ass into the soft cushion beneath her.

"Fuck yourself, bitch. Stick your fingers up your cunt." Al leaned closer with his camera, determined to photograph every lewd movement.

Mia gently slipped two fingers up her fuckhole and pushed them deep inside her.

"Now fuck yourself, bitch, fuck yourself! Action!" Al hopped down to the floor and leaned over the young housewife, aiming his camera deftly.

Moaning and groaning ecstatically, Mia began working her two fingers up and down her fuck-hole. She stretched her pussy-walls wide and jolted the many nerves that lined them. Jolts of bliss shot through her pussy with each finger stroke.

With her fingernails she scratched her little clit and immediately received a jolt that rocked the shit out of her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her lips quivered hard. Her tits bounced heavily, and her ass bucked up off the sofa. She made gurgling noises that filled the studio, then began moaning passionately.

"That's the spirit," Al said. "Now you're getting into the groove. Hell, I think you're finally ready for some really hot action. I know I am." He glanced down at his stiff prick and began to laugh.

But instead of mounting her, Al returned to the table and reloaded his camera. Then he made a quick call on a telephone that Mia had not noticed before. He was grinning shyly when he hung up the receiver, and he was still grinning when he returned to her.

"You've done enough solo modeling for today," he said. "Now I want you to perform with a couple of partners. They're right upstairs, they'll be down in a second."

"For what am I modeling?" Mia dared ask. "And just what must I do with these so-called partners?"

"You're modeling for a naughty magazine that Loni publishes. In order to sell a lot of copies, she has to fill the pages with photos of sexy bitches like yourself. We photograph them doing all sorts of wicked things. Anything goes in Loni's magazine. Hell, she knew you'd be a perfect model the day she met you. She told me to photograph you every way possible. The naughtier, the better. She said that you were a real hot bitch willing to do anything. And so far, she was right."

"The bitch!" Mia cried, her face now red with anger. "And all this time I thought Loni was my friend. My special friend."

"Special, my ass," Al said, smirking. "Loni fucks more women than I do. You're just one of many, bitch. She fucks them, uses them in her magazine, then dumps them. If Loni is your friend, you don't need enemies."

"I'm beginning to see that," Mia said. "I'm beginning to see a lot of things. Boy, was I a fool. A real fool."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You're not the first bitch to be taken in by Loni's charms, and you probably won't be the last. Besides, you've got a lot going for you. You're a good looking bitch, and you fuck like crazy. You fuck a lot better than most of the bitches that come in here. And speaking of fucking, here come your partners."

Mia rose from the sofa, stepped behind Al, and looked over his shoulder at the two hard bodied studs that were walking toward her. One was a blonde, clean-shaven, and square-jawed, with bulging biceps and a huge cock bulge in his jock strap, the only bit of clothing he was wearing. The other was dark-haired and sported a beard. He was equally muscular and just as scantily dressed. His cock bulge, like his friend's, was in plain sight. Together, the two cock bulges made Mia shiver.