Tabitha Britton - Skin-flick slut

I bent over, my ass thrust high into the ground, and put my lips against the head of his cock. He still tasted like my tangy, luscious cunt, but as I started running my tongue all over his thick, arrow-shaped head, I tasted his salty pre-cum dripping out of his cock. I lapped at it thirstily and as I got more and more turned on, I placed my lips at his very head and shoved, forcing his cock into my mouth. I moaned softly in pleasure as it filled my mouth, pressing against my tongue, I heard Phil grunting in response as I sucked him hard and knew how much he loved my mouth. I forced it deeper, feeling his shaft enter the top of my throat, forcing myself to deep-throat so that I could take him all. Then, I wrapped my fingers around his balls, stroking them sexily as I finished eating his cock. He'd fucked me all the way down my throat; I sucked hard and started jerking my tongue roughly up and down. Phil shoved his hips in time with me, feeling his body seethe against mine made my cunt throb! My mouth wasn't enough, I needed him in my cunt!

I eased my mouth back up, sucking hard every inch. I slithered up his body, pressing the length of my naked skin against him. "Let's do it," I panted into his ear, tugging on his shoulders. "Fuck me on the floor."

I pulled hard and Phil gave in. I slid gradually down onto my knees, pulling him with me; my arms wrapped around the back of his neck on his upper shoulders. He started licking and biting at my shoulders as I got all the way to my knees and spread my legs wide; helped by his hands on my ass, I lay on my back and eased my feet far apart, bending my knees so I could lift my ass slightly and show Phil my pink, dripping slit, which was slick with his semen! Phil got on top of me, tossing off his shirt as I reached down and pulled his pants open wider. I took his cock in my hand and maneuvered him in between my legs as I raised and lowered my ass as if I was fucking him already. I could feel the plush carpet of the office stroking my ass, it must have been two inches long and made for fucking! I wondered how many other models he'd fucked on this floor – no fucks as good as me, I was sure! Phil lay on top of me and I shoved his cock up against my hole, in between my dripping cunt-lips. I let go of his prick and put my arms around his waist, molding my fingers onto his ass so I could feel his gorgeous cheeks tensing when he entered me.

"Fuck me," I panted into his ear, whimpering softly as his cock strained against my greased hole. "Shove your cock into me. Fuck me on the floor."

Phil shoved hard then, and his powerful shaft slid into me. I moaned wildly, lifting my ass off the plush carpet so he could ram it harder into my cunt. He fucked me all the way in one shove, the entire length of his enormous prick went into my wet channel! He was so horny and so hard from my short blow-job that he couldn't hold back; he started fucking me crazily right away! He pulled his hips back and I squeezed his ass tighter, pulling my body forward against his as he shoved so that his cock-thrusts were even stronger! Each thrust was quick and hard, fucking me deep and I practically lost my mind as he entered me again and again! It was so good, I told him so every time he fucked me with a tiny, horny whimper: "So good… so good… uh! So good – uh! That's soooo good… uh…" My panting matched his fucks, every time he shoved into me I had to catch my breath with the waves of pleasure running through my cunt! He was so big, he seemed to fill my cunt even as I gushed semen from his last fuck – it dribbled down around his balls as I reached between my open thighs to feel his shaft sinking into me! Then I gripped his ass again, feeling every time as he plowed into me with that incredible prick… I moaned crazily, begging for more as I felt his thrusts getting stronger, he was going to come any second! "Come inside me, baby," I panted. "Spurt… It's so good… so good… so good…" He grunted and shoved with even more energy as I rocked my hips up and down, meeting every thrust so my cunt took him rapidly, roughly, then he moaned, biting my neck and tonguing it viciously, licking me hard and fast as I realized he was gonna do it again! He put his hands under my naked ass and gripped hard, lifting me against him with each fuck so he controlled where my cunt went and brought it down tighter and harder around his shaft. He was going to come, I moaned for him to spurt deep and wet, I had to have his jizz again! Phil's fingers bit into my ass, I knew he was going to bruise me, but I didn't care! He rammed his cock in faster, then his cock-muscles tightened in my cunt and he groaned in pleasure! He spurted, and I could feel his come gushing into my pussy, filling me with his thick semen! He still shoved into me as he emptied another load into my snatch, then he went limp and lay, exhausted, on top of my naked body. My legs were still spread wide around him, I panted heavily as his cock went soft, still rammed into my cunt.

I gently nibbled on his ear, feeling his come splashed around my lips. "Your come feels so good inside me," I whispered. Phil chuckled, then looked up, glancing at the clock.

"Almost time for lunch," he said, getting to his knees between my legs. "I've got a meeting at the Chestershire Pub. I've got to talk to Rich about new models!"

My eyes went wide as I lay with my thighs spread around Phil's knees. Rich was Richard Billings, the publisher. I smiled slowly.

"He'll be dying to meet you," said Phil. "Can you make a lunch date tomorrow?"

"With Richard Billings?" I said, propping myself up on my elbows. "You bet! What time?"

Phil chuckled. He got up and started fastening his pants. When he was done, he put on his shirt and buttoned it slowly, looking me up and down where I was sprawled nude on the floor.

"Twelve," said Phil, grinning. "At the Chestershire. But… these meetings tend to run long."

"No problem."

"Sometimes very long. Very, very long. First we talk contracts, but after that…"

I grinned. I'd met Richard before at a few parties. He was gorgeous, even better looking than Phil. And I'd had girlfriends who'd worked here and done all that goes along with that.

They'd all said that Richard's lunches were very special.

"I think we can arrange something… extra long. I don't have any plans for tomorrow afternoon."

Phil put on his jacket. "Or evening?"

I smiled. "This could be fun."

"And very lucrative." Still eyeing my naked body, Phil went over to his desk and picked up the phone. "Before I go," he said, "I'm going to set up a little session for you. Some more test shots. Are you free for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Sure," I said. I got onto my knees, meeting Phil's eyes as he dialed. He watched me closely as I spread my legs and started stroking my stomach. Then I quickly moved my hand in between my open thighs.

I touched my wet clit and pleasure shot through me. Then, I started to massage my lower cunt-lips; I slid a finger into my tight hole, groaning as it penetrated me. I was filled with his thick come still; I rubbed my fingers around my pussy and brought them up to my hands, licking slowly and gently. The delicious taste filled my mouth.

"I love this job," I said, smiling. Phil was watching me intently, he hadn't finished dialing yet. I could see from across the room that his cock had gotten hard again and was bulging through his pants. I smiled, pleased with myself, as I got slowly to my feet, making sure he watched me all the way.

"Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget what I love about it," I said, licking my fingers again and running my jizz-slick hands over my hard nipples. I bent over, my ass facing Phil, to pick up my clothes from the floor. I glanced between my legs and saw that he was still watching me; I knew he had a marvelous beaver-shot! I savored the feeling of his hot glance stroking my body as I eased on my panties, feeling his come and my cunt dripping against them. Then I slithered into my bra, turning around so that he could watch as I tugged the black lace over my tits. Then I squeezed into my tight miniskirt, smoothing it over my ass. I put on my shirt, leaving it open so he could see my breasts through the black lace of my bra.