Tabitha Britton: Skin-flick slut

I put up my arms and slowly turned around, letting him take in every inch of my smooth flesh. When my back was to him, I eased my legs far apart and bent over, putting my open hands on the smooth globes of my ass. I felt my gorgeous buttocks stretching through the flimsy silk of my panties – the panties were high-cut and showed almost all of my ass except for my pink asshole. But from the way I was bent over he could see the skimpy panties riding up between the pink, swollen lips of my cunt. I knew that Phil was watching carefully; I began to run my fingers over my ass and smiled as I petted myself. "I guess I'm an exhibitionist," I said. "Like all models. I can't pose without getting turned on…"

I stood up straight again, closing my legs. Then I turned to Phil and reached between my huge tits for the clasp to my bra.

"Of course, you can't really tell until I let you see all of me… all of me." I smiled, broad and white, showing my gorgeous teeth and my full, deep red, kissable lips.

I undid the clasp and peeled the flimsy material over my sweaty breasts; Phil's eyes went wide as he saw them come into view. They were even more gorgeous naked, he was getting horny just looking at them! I touched my nipples gently, then, I pinched them slightly as Phil watched, entranced. Then, it was time for my panties.

I giggled. "You seem to be pretty impressed so far," I said.

Phil nodded as I turned around. I wanted him to see my ass as I did this. I took my panties and bent over, slowly, sensuously, savoring the feeling of Phil's hot gaze over my ass-cheeks as I pulled the panties down. My legs were spread only slightly – still, I knew that he could see my naked cunt as it came into view. Phil was so cute and I was so hot for this job that it was really pink; it felt all hot and flushed as I stripped. I stayed bent over as I dropped the panties to my ankles and stepped out of them; I spread my legs apart and saw through them that Phil's eyes were locked on my cunt.

"Like it?" I asked, slowly standing up. I lifted my arms so he could see my breasts better. The office was a little cold and they felt all tingly. But then, the rest of me felt tingly for other reasons.

Phil slowly got out of his chair; my spine stiffened. I smiled amiably as he moved from behind the desk and walked toward me. He wore clingy dress pants; I could see that his hard-on was enormous.

"I like it a lot," he said. "You've got a better body than I thought."

I smiled. "It looks great on film, but even better up close."

"You like doing hard-core, Tanya baby?" He took a few steps closer.

"I love it. I really do."

Phil nodded. He walked around behind me; I kept my arms up so he could see all of my gorgeous back in its best position. It made me feel all vulnerable to have my arms out of the way – and that turned me on. Phil's hard-on sure looked big!

"That's good to hear. A girl's really no good to us if she doesn't love her work. And you've got the energy for it."

Phil put his hand on my waist, curving his warm fingers around my stomach. I turned my head and smiled back at him as he moved closer.

"You're very sexy, Tanya. But I don't really know if you've got the right feeling."

"Lots of sexual energy, you mean," I said, closing my eyes and breathing heavily.

"That's right." Phil got closer to me; I could feel his hand sliding down to my bare ass as his other arm curved around me.

"I guess you'll have to find out, then," I said, turning gradually. I stopped when I could see his face; he looked really gorgeous in the dim light. I stayed turned so that my ass was toward him. "I'll just have to show you what kind of energy I have."

Phil nodded. "That would be great."

"I'll just do anything for this job," I said. "I really want you to know how great I'll be."

Phil put one hand on each of my smooth asscheeks. He pulled at them gently, stroking them. Then he slid his fingers down in between my parted thighs and tugged at them.

"Open your legs," he said. "I need to get a closer look."

I nodded, inching my legs apart as he put his hand on my shoulder. I was a few feet from his desk; he pushed gently on my back so that I bent forward and put my arms out. His desk was almost empty; there was plenty of room for me. I leaned over it so that I could open my legs further; I lifted my ass high in the air as Phil stroked my ass.

I felt his finger touching the very outside of my swollen cunt-lips. I gasped; my pussy seemed to be throbbing at his touch. It felt really good – I wanted it. I always get so horny taking off my clothes, and Phil was so gorgeous – I hoped he'd go on…

"Oh yeah," he said. "That's nice. You really are a professional."

"I'm – an – expert…" I panted rhythmically, feeling incredibly turned on. Phil pressed against my cunt-lips, and I let out a hungry "OH!" feeling my legs get all weak. I leaned more heavily against the desk as Phil drew his finger in a slow, even circle around my cunt. He could feel how wet I was – I'd been dripping in my panties through the whole interview.

"You get wet fast, Tanya," he said. "You must really be an exhibitionist."

"I am," I panted. I could hardly talk, I was so horny. I lifted my ass higher so Phil could get a better view of my pink, dripping cunt.

"Are you a nympho, too?"

I laughed, then looked back at Phil with passion in my eyes, letting him know what a nympho I really was. "Why don't you find out," I said.

Phil nodded slowly. I felt his finger sliding in between my lips. I let out a whimper and shut my eyes tight in pleasure as he eased his middle finger slowly up and down my slit. Then he lifted it higher and I knew he was about to touch my clit.

"Oh yeah," I moaned softly. "That feels so good…" Phil pressed firmly against my clit and bolts of ecstasy shot up my body, through my ass and my erect, tingling nipples. He started moving his fingertip up and down, rubbing my clit and getting me wetter. He rubbed faster, making me throb with desire to feel his cock inside me. I lifted my ass rhythmically in time with his finger on my clit – he was so good at it! He was already making me cream for him – I leaned on his desk and slid my hips up and down, bending my knees as he rubbed my clit. I was so hot for him I thought I'd burst and I could feel my hard nipples rubbing against the cold wood of his desk! It sent spasms of pleasure through me as he massaged my aching clit. I wondered how many other models had felt their tits on his desk as he fingered them. The thought turned me on so much – I was being a slut, and I was really aching to get fucked by Phil's hard cock.

Phil let his hand grind to a halt; I lifted my ass as high as it would go with my legs still spread. I wanted him to see all of my cunt, see how pink and wet it was for him. I wanted him to know how horny he'd gotten me by watching me through the interview. He knew, all right and he was going to do something about it! He eased his finger down in between my cunt-lips, touching my wet hole. I bit my lip and grunted as he pressed his fingertip against my cunt, he slid it up and down on my pussy-hole. Then Phil took hold of my ass and held me still while he got ready to put it in.

"Mmmmm… That feels so good…" I sighed like a cat.

Phil chuckled. Then he pressed his finger into me. I felt it going in, stretching my soaked cunt – which was already stretched from fucking so many gorgeous editors. I moaned, letting out a passionate "UH! YES!" as Phil put his finger into me. It sank slowly all the way into my cunt; it was incredible in there! I was gushing all over his hand; he'd gotten me so wet I couldn't control myself. Phil eased his finger back, then shoved it into me again.

"Pretty tight for a slut model," he said.

I looked back at him, my lips parted in ecstasy. He felt so good with his finger inside me! "I only fuck when I want to," I panted. "And right now I want to."