Tabitha Britton - Skin-flick slut

Phil spoke into the phone, still watching me. "Yeah, Richard. There's this great new model I've got. I think she'll be just right for the 'Leather Lovelies' spread and more than a few of her own, perhaps. You'll have to meet her – tomorrow lunch? Sounds great. And… uh…" Phil's eyes went wide as I slipped my hand under my lace demi-bra, I started petting my nipples firmly and let out a horny whimper. I started rocking my body back and forth, eyes roving over Phil's cock as it stretched his pants. "And listen, Rich. I'm going to be a little bit late for lunch today. All right? Emergency. Something came up."

I grinned as Phil hung up and moved quickly toward me from behind his desk.

I put all my clothes back on before I went. As I walked out, I couldn't help noticing Phil's receptionist. She was gorgeous, a tall blonde girl with her hair pulled up in a bun on the top of her head; she looked very businesslike but I could tell from her bright eyes that she had her wild side. I noticed her when I came in earlier. All the time I'd sat there waiting for Phil, she'd kept glancing at me flirtatiously and making me squirm uncomfortably, my eyes roving over her body. Her face was perfect – like skin blushed naturally deep red, with lovely features that fascinated me. She wore a businesslike suit with a wool jacket and skirt, but the jacket fit tightly over a stretched sweater which displayed her large breasts nicely, and her skirt was very short for a secretary – barely decent, in fact. Miniskirts weren't fashionable in the office anymore, but Beauty was different. I could see as she leaned over the copy machine that she had gorgeous legs. The skirt stretched down over her buttocks, she had one of the most beautiful asses I've ever seen. And when she glanced up at me, her smile was friendly and sexy. She wore glasses, but they didn't take away from her luscious, bright blue eyes. I saw that she wore a name tag; her name was Stephanie.

"Hi there," she said. "Can I help you with anything?" Her voice was deep and husky, incredibly sexy. She couldn't keep herself from smirking knowingly as she glanced back at Phil's office. She winked at me.

I smiled back, flirting as best I could in my just-fucked state. "I'm looking for studio 12. Phil said you would be… helpful."

"I try to be helpful," she laughed lightly. "Studio 12? I'd be glad to take you there."

"That'd be great."

"Follow me – what was your name?"

"Tanya Marimont."

"Tanya." She shook my hand; her fingers were long and strong. "We're very friendly here at Beauty. Call me Stephanie."

She walked toward the door, she held it open for me politely. Then I followed down the corridor; I couldn't take my eyes off her gorgeous legs and ass. Stephanie really was quite incredible; she was turning me on just by being so friendly. And I don't doubt that she knew what went on in Phil's office!

"So how'd the interview?" she asked as we walked.

"Uh – oh, it went great!"

"Did you get it?" Stephanie asked. I blushed red, but I was only embarrassed because she turned me on so much. "I guess so," she went on, "if you're going to the studio."

"It's just another test roll," I said. "I'm not sure if I've got the layouts yet."

Stephanie smiled. "But I guess you put in your time… I take it Phil liked your looks?"

I nodded, fixing my eyes on hers. "He sure did."

We reached the elevator and got in. The doors closed; we were alone in the tiny room.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," said Stephanie. She looked deep into my eyes; I was stunned by how sexy she was. "You're gorgeous. There's no way they'd let a model like you get away."

"That's nice to hear," I said.

"You meeting with Rich tomorrow?"

"Uh – huh!" I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.

"I'm sure that'll help you along nicely." Stephanie reached out and touched my shoulder, stroking it reassuringly. "I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you at the magazine!"

I was leaning toward her almost without knowing it! Phil sure had great taste in secretaries. I wished I could have Stephanie at my beck and call! I had to fight myself to keep from moving forward and kissing her right then and there!

"I hope so," I said breathily.

The elevator stopped; Stephanie patted my shoulder and turned. I followed her into the hall, still watching those delicious legs.

"Here we are," she said, opening a door that read '12'. "We're doing all these special issues, so it looks like it's being used. But they're probably just finishing up."

I nodded. She went in with me; I looked around. It was a big studio; there was a session going on already. I caught my breath as I saw her; it was another gorgeous girl – stark naked and spread out on a huge Victorian bed with rumpled sheets. And writhing around on the bed, playfully wrestling with her, was a gorgeous guy. They were doing a fantasy scenario layout – a fucking scene. They rolled over so her legs were spread wide as she lay on top of the guy; she held her cunt in the air as she lifted his cock, her pussy was an inch from the huge member. They didn't do too many hard-on shots in the magazine, but when they did, the pictures really turned me on. I watched as they played around, getting some really sexy shots. She ran her fingers all over his hard shaft, moving it up and down slowly; she'd slowly lick her tongue from the bottom of his cock to the top, never touching it. It was all just for the pictures, but I could tell he was enjoying it from the way he moved his body roughly against hers. She had short black hair that was spiked up, her tits were smaller than mine but looked great. I felt my cunt tingling as I watched her. And he was gorgeous, too, huge and muscular, and so well hung I could hardly believe it. His cock was bigger than Phil by at least two inches; I could almost feel his cock in my hand as I watched the girl stroking it. I could have sworn by the look in her eyes that she wanted to put it in her mouth and really give him a blow-job – on camera or off. But she kept her distance, never quite touching his huge, hard prick with her outstretched tongue. They got a few shots of them doggy-style, his cock almost ready to plunge into her cunt and then, he spread her cheeks so it looked like he was about to fuck her up the ass. It was driving me crazy watching them; I would have done anything to see him plunge that gorgeous cock into her. She looked like she wanted it; her cunt glistened wet and her whole naked body was flushed. Her cheeks were bright red, both her ass cheeks and her face. She was so gorgeous – I felt my cunt dripping freshly as I watched.

I glanced over to Stephanie; she was watching intently, too. Both of us were professionals, but I could tell she was fascinated by the two bodies rolling about on the bed. I smiled at her; she smiled back and whispered. "It's a great job. I get to see stuff like this all the time. Isn't it sexy?"

I nodded, running my eyes over Stephanie's long, shapely legs. The photographer moved around in front of us, I saw with surprise that he was a young guy, not much older than the stud on the bed, and certainly no less gorgeous. He wore tight shorts and a tank top, his attractive body was pretty obvious. I could see his tight ass as he bent over to get a low shot of the guy almost – eating the girl out. He wasn't bad looking, that was for sure! I wondered if he modeled in his spare time.

"That's Johnny Sinclair," said Stephanie. "He's cute. One of our best photographers. I can't believe you got him for your test!"

Finally, Johnny called a cut and the two lovers got off the bed. "Whew," said the girl, stretching as she stood up. "That's all for today! I get to go home!"

The guy chuckled. Both started walking toward the screens to change. She looked even better standing up and he hadn't lost his hard-on. Johnny was loading film; Stephanie and I stood patiently while the two models slid behind the screen. From where I was standing, I could just barely see them. I thought they knew I was there – at first!