1. The Model, Revisited


    Date: 10/18/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: CherryRedGirl, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    It was the summer after my freshmen year of college. In between soaking up the sun and taking trips in the city, I stayed in contact with both Alana and James. Unfortunately though, I hadn't gotten to see either of them again. Of course we flirted and sent naughty pics through texts, but I hadn't felt James's big cock filling up my pussy or Alana's tongue teasing my clit since the last time we met up. That didn't stop me from fantasizing about it though. Many a time I found myself waking up hot and horny in the middle of the night after having a dream about either of them, or my mind wandering during class, wishing I could draw their beautiful bodies again. James's modeling career had taken off and we began talking less and less. With Alana, she had found a new boyfriend whom she was "sooo in love with". They were even already talking about marriage! It made me sad that we had drifted apart, but on the plus side, James set me up with an agent and I was scheduled for my first modeling gig this Saturday. I had taken modeling lessons before and I walked in a few fashion shows at Macy's, but other than that, I was a newbie to the fashion modeling world. My photographer's name was Mason. He was in his early thirties, married with a baby on the way. He had that hipster look, scruffy beard, retro glasses, and shabby-chic clothes. I had already spoken to him on the phone; he seemed like a nice man, if a bit pretentious. I won't go into the boring details of the photo shoots. ...
    Really, nothing interesting happened, not that I was expecting another sex session or anything... Okay, well maybe I thought about it a little. Can you blame me? Mason was completely professional with me to my disappointment. I couldn't lie to myself. I liked being taken advantage of. I liked being called a slut and getting fucked like one. I loved sex, period. I felt no shame or guilt, only desire to be taken like I was with Alana and James. I wished Mason would pay more attention to me. I wished he would look at me like a play-thing for him to use whenever he wanted. I loved that idea, but even when I flirted with him, he either didn't get the hint or he ignored it. So I continued modeling as a side job. The pay was pretty good, but I could never do it as my actual career. My sex life had plateaued. I was single and other than the occasional drunken hook-up, my sexual adventures consisted of masturbating fiendishly and browsing sex toys online that I had no intention to buy and no one to use on me. When Mason suggested I try some lingerie modeling, I knew that was my chance at some action. How could he resist me when I would be standing before him, half naked in leather and lace? I imagined myself in a sexy push-up bra and thong, wrapped in a short, silky robe. I would get in front of the camera, and slowly untie the knot holding it in place, keeping my eyes on him. And then I'd let it fall down my shoulders, exposing my full breasts. He would stare, he wouldn't even try to hide ...
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