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Wana'be Model
by Lord_John_Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

An ordinary housewife is stopped by what appears to be 
two market research men at the entrance to a shopping 
mall. They promise her a dream of a modelling career 
and she takes their bait. It does alter her life 
forever, as they promised, but maybe not quite how she 
expected. (FFM, reluc)

***

Author Note: All of my stories include descriptions of 
sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. 
Please do not read this story if you are offended by 
perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal 
age of consent for your own country. These stories are 
pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or 
deceased.

***

The Wana’be Model

"Excuse me, I see you have a baby. Can I ask you how 
old he or she is?"

"She’s just three months."

"She looks a beauty; I’ll bet she’ll grow-up to be a 
stunner like her mom. I assume you are her mom?"

"Yes she’s mine. Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me; I 
have to get on with my shopping now."

"No please don’t go yet, I’m sure we have something 
that will interest you. Wouldn’t you like a year’s 
supply of essentials for your baby?"

"What kind of essentials?"

"There’s a whole range. Powdered milk, nappies 
(diapers), baby wipes, baby food in jars, and our new 
sliming powder."

"Sliming powder for a baby? You’ve got to be joking?"

"No. We’re doing the preparatory work for an 
advertising campaign for a slimming powder that’s helps 
women loose weight after having a baby. It’s made by 
Gluxo; they’re the biggest baby food manufacturer in 
UK. And you are just the ideal type of woman we’re 
looking for."

"But I’ve never even heard of this slimming stuff, let 
alone used it."

"That doesn’t matter at all, all that matters is, that 
you’ve had a baby in the last six months, and you’ve 
got your sexy figure back already. And you fit both of 
those requirements."

"But what would I be expected to do?"

"First of all, if you sign-up for a days screen test, 
you get this list of baby products for a year free. And 
that is irrespective of whether you are used in any 
advertising. But if you are the one that is selected, 
it could be worth fifty to a hundred grand, maybe more 
if other people start using you."

"You are kidding me?"

"No. this is a genuine chance in a lifetime. And like I 
said even if they don’t use you, you still get a years 
supply of baby stuff. I’ll bet that comes to a fair old 
sum by itself."

"So let me get this straight. If I go for this screen 
test, I get all that stuff on the list for a year free 
of charge?"

"Yes. That’s it."

"But what does this screen test entail, how long does 
it take, and where do I have to go to take it?"

"We call it a screen test, but really it’s just a 
simple photo shoot. It takes about four hours. And if 
you’re interested in doing it, we’ll take you now. It’s 
about fifty minute’s drive, so you can be home by about 
half past three. But you’ll need to get someone to look 
after baby for you; we wouldn’t be able to cope with a 
baby."

"What you’d want me to go now?"

"Yes. I’m afraid its one of those things you have to 
grab quickly."

"I’ll have to phone my husband to see what he thinks."

"That’s up to you. But I know what he’ll say. My honest 
advice is. If you want to do it, just grab the 
opportunity while you’ve got the chance. I’m not 
exaggerating when I say; this is a once in a lifetime 
chance. If you don’t take it, then it’s something 
you’ll look back at in the future, and kick yourself 
for missing."

"But why do you say my husband won’t want me to do it?"

"It’s a male thing. He’ll realise that if you do get 
selected, you’ll be the main bread-winner. Most men 
can’t handle their wife being more important than them. 
And they don’t like other men looking at their wife’s 
body."

"Looking at my body? Why what exactly would I be 
wearing?"

"For the photo shoot, you’ll have your picture taken in 
just about every style of clothes. That’s the main 
reason we need to take you to our studio."

"But when you say every style, will I be expected to 
have my picture taken in the nude?"

"No. Don’t be silly. There will be some shots in modest 
underwear, and swimming costumes, but nothing rude or 
offensive. Now I’m sorry to rush you, but if you are 
interested, we need to make plans about finding someone 
to look after your baby. And if your not, then I’m 
sorry we took-up so much of your time."

So here I was, stood in the entrance to a shopping 
mall, thirty-five years old, and my first baby sleeping 
blissfully in her buggy. I had only seconds to decide 
if I should go with these men and see what comes out of 
it. Or phone my husband, and let him choose. But why 
should he know any better than me? At least I could see 
these men, talk to them, and make a judgement as to 
whether they look trustworthy. They were stood here in 
very posh suits, with all the genuine looking 
paperwork, and ID badges with their photos on their 
lapels. Shit! If I phone him and he says no, then I 
can’t go against him. But if I don’t do this now, they 
are right; I’ll regret missing this opportunity for the 
rest of my boring life.

"You promise me it’s not a con trick?"

"Don’t be silly. Would we be stood here in a shopping 
mall?"

"And this photo shoot thing, the skimpiest thing I’ll 
be expected to wear is a normal swimming costume?"

"As I said there will be all types of clothes that 
you’ll be photographed in. But the most revealing will 
be a bikini. And I’m sure you’ve worn one of those 
before on the beach."

"Ok. I hope I’m doing the right thing. I’ll take baby 
back to my car, and we can drop her off at my mom’s. 
Then I’ll follow you."

"Ok we'll follow you to your mom’s, but then if you go 
back to your place, you can leave your car there. You 
can come with us, there’s no need to waste your fuel, 
were in a company vehicle, might as well let them foot 
the bill."

"What about me getting home?"

"No problem, we’ll bring you, its all part of the 
service."

"Ok. I’m in the little red Fiat over there."

"Ok we’re in the Blue Jag, so I don’t think we’ll have 
any trouble keeping-up with you."

As I drove down the road towards my mom’s house, my 
mind was racing; was I doing the right thing. Would I 
be all embarrassed, and not be able to pose sexily 
enough? No, I’ve been topless on the beach when we went 
on holiday, and when you do that, you’ve got hundreds 
of men ogling at you. This was my chance, I’m thirty-
five, and I certainly won’t get another chance to be 
looked at sexily again. Yes I am doing the right thing. 
I’m gona’ give this my best shot, try not to be shy, 
and really show these men how sexy a woman who has just 
had a baby can look. But what do I tell my mom? And my 
husband, how much do I tell him? Well its decision 
time, I’m at my mom’s house. As I walk up the path, she 
has already seen me, and the front door is opening.

"Brenda. This is a nice surprise; to what do I owe this 
pleasure. Don’t tell me, you want me to look after Lisa 
while you go shopping."

"You guessed it. Do you mind?"

"No, of-course not. Are you going anywhere special?"

"Not really, I’m going to the big super-store park, to 
look at new kitchens. And you know what it’s like 
dragging the baby around with you."

"You’re going on your own?"

"Yes I just want to get a look by myself, before I go 
around with Harry. You know what he’s like; he’ll just 
want to see the cheapest stuff."

"Any idea how long you’ll be?"

"All day I’m afraid, will that be alright?"

"Yes. You can be as long as you like. Is all her stuff 
in the bag?"

"Yes. Everything is there. I should be back by half-
three, four at the latest. Thanks mom."

I kissed baby.

"Bye then, see you later."

Now I headed for my house, and was soon parking my car 
in the drive and locking it up. I walked to where there 
big shinny new Jag was parked a few doors down the 
street. I leaned towards the window of the front 
passenger door, all the glass was tinted, and I 
couldn’t see inside at all. I was about to rap my 
knuckles on the window, when it majestically slid down.

"Get in the back."

"I was just going to ask if I need to bring anything?"

"Just that sexy little body of yours."

I look through the open window, and I could see the 
back seat was empty; there were only the two men in the 
car. They were the ones who I’d been talking to 
earlier; one was driving, and the other in the front 
passenger seat. This was my last chance to back out, 
but it all appeared to be genuine, so I opened the back 
door and climbed in.

The car set off, and we were soon on the motorway, 
speeding along in the outside lane. It felt like we 
were only going slowly, but the speed we were passing 
other cars was like lightening. They’d passed me a 
folder with several very wordy documents that all 
needed signing. I started reading the first one, and 
the legal jargon soon had my head spinning.

So I just asked what each one was for, and signed them 
all without reading them and then handed them back. 
Whilst I was leaning forward to hand the folder back, I 
caught a glimpse of the Speedo, we were doing 135MPH! 
I’d never been that fast in my life, and it felt 
smoother than my car at 30MPH. We were travelling on 
the motorway for at least half an hour, and then we set 
out into what looked like Mooreland country. The roads 
got smaller, until we were in very desolate country, on 
single track roads.

"Where is this studio we’re going to?"

"At the moment it’s in nowhere land. What we’ve got is 
a big lorry that converts into a mobile studio. It’s 
like those things you see at expeditions, once you park 
up, all the sides open and it makes a complete studio. 
So because some of the team are working the west side 
of the country, some on the east, and we’re doing the 
middle, they park up in a central place so we can all 
get to it."

"I suppose that makes sense. But if this is central, 
and we’ve travelled miles to get here, that means your 
team of people must be spread over a wide area?"

"That’s right, this week we’re covering the whole 
middle section of the country, from west to east 
coast."

I began to think what a big important event this was 
that I’d been lucky enough to get a chance to join in 
with. And then I started dreaming of what it could mean 
if I actually got selected to do the advert. At this 
point I kept telling myself I’d got to be grown-up 
about this. No school girl shyness, I’m a grown woman, 
and I needed to try to make an impression. Then the car 
slowed down, and we were pulling up next to a big 
exhibition type lorry like he’d described.

Now as I walked these last few steps, I could feel the 
butterflies in my tummy. Up the steps we went, and once 
inside, it was difficult to believe this was just a 
mobile office. They led me up to a big desk where an 
older man was sitting reading an official looking 
document. He looked up over the top of his glasses, and 
his face turned to a big beaming smile. He immediately 
put the document down, and reached out his arm to shake 
hands as he got to his feet.

"Why hello. You must be Brenda. I must say I thought 
they were exaggerating when they told me how sexy 
looking you were, but now I see you’re even hotter than 
they described."

I blushed at this comment. It in some way unnerved me. 
If they were telling me I was good looking, pretty or 
something similar, it would be normal. But descriptions 
like sexy, and hot. These didn’t seem to fit with the 
image of a baby food manufacturers advertising. But I 
shrugged this off, thinking maybe these people are 
nothing to do with the food makers, they’re just 
advertising people, and they maybe all talk this way.

He’d now got the folder with the documents I’d been 
filling in, and he was looking through it.

"Right you’ve filled in the basic measurements and your 
weight. Here is a simple little costume, it’s not very 
fancy, but it's nice thin stretchy material, so it fits 
all sizes. If you go into that room over there, you can 
strip off, and put this on. Then I’ll be able to 
confirm your measurements and weight, and fill in these 
few other measurements."

With that he handed me this small folded piece of 
material, it hardly looked big enough to make a 
handkerchief, let alone a costume.

As soon as I got inside the room I looked for a lock on 
the door, but there wasn’t one. I had to tell myself I 
was being silly. Come-on, they're not going to walk in 
on you. I stripped off, and pulled on this stretchy 
costume. Like he said one size fits all, and it did. 
But it was cut very high, each leg right up to the 
waist line, and a very narrow piece of material going 
down to form a gusset. It had absolutely no padding or 
double thickness anywhere. My first reaction was that I 
dare not leave the room wearing just this costume. But 
once again I thought to myself this is what you’re here 
for; they want to see your body, so out I went.

"Oh yes!"

There was a chorus of comments, all very complementary, 
even if some of them bordered on the improper side.

"Ok my dear; let’s have you on these scales."

I stepped onto the scales.

"Nine seven. That’s super. Ok I’ve just got to do some 
measurements. Shoulders’ first."

He wrapped the tape measure around my shoulders, and as 
he read off the measurement, one of the other men wrote 
it down on the form.

"Now bust."

He repeated this process, measuring all kinds of things 
like a dress maker would do. He’d finished all my upper 
body, and then he said.

"Right my dear. These next few are the ones that 
sometimes worry you ladies, especially if you’re new to 
this game. I’ve got to get the measurement of the tops 
of your legs, and inner leg length. So first I’ll need 
one leg stood up straight, and the other one nice and 
wide out of the way. I usually suggest you stand by my 
desk, and use the desk to balance. Then stretch your 
left leg across onto that chair. Do you think you can 
do that for me?"

"I’ll try."

I did as he’d asked. I was stood upright, but my left 
leg was almost horizontal, leaving my crotch fully 
exposed.

"That’s a good girl. Now you do realise when I take 
this measurement, my hand will make contact with your, 
ahem, well I’ll say flesh. But you know what I mean. I 
know you’ve signed the disclaimer papers, but maybe you 
didn’t realise that’s what you’d agreed to. So just to 
be sure, are you ok with me touching you?"

Now I had no idea I’d signed anything that allowed him 
to ‘touch me’ as he put it. But it was obvious if he 
was going to get an accurate measurement of my inner 
leg length, he’d have to get his measure, hence his 
fingers, up into my crotch. And he had gone to the 
trouble of asking if it was ok, so he must be genuine.

"Yes you do what you need to."

"I’m just going to get John to steady you, is that ok?"

"I don’t think I need steadying."

"I’d feel happier if he did."

"Well ok, but I’m sure it’s not necessary."

"Come-on then John she said its ok."

One of the men, the one who’d driven the car, came up 
and stood right up close behind me, his body pushing up 
against my back. He wrapped his arm around me, placing 
his big hand on my tummy, and he pulled me tightly to 
his body. The man in-charge then asked.

"Is that ok, not too tight?"

"Yes its ok. But why does he need to hold me?"

"You realise you are here to be assessed? And that 
doesn’t just mean taking photos; it’s your general 
cooperation and behaviour."

"Yes I guess so."

"Well this is part of that assessment. Imagine; if we 
were in some exotic location, and we needed to hold you 
over a dangerous cliff edge. Then it would be no good 
at all if you got upset, just because someone put their 
hands on you while trying to make sure you were safe. 
We need to know you’ll do what ever is necessary 
without hesitation. So are you ok with John holding 
you?"

"Yes, of course. I just couldn’t think why he was doing 
it. But now you’ve explained."

"Ok now I’m going to ask Richard to come and hold your 
ankle, is that ok?"

This seemed an unusual request, and obviously once he’d 
taken hold of my ankle, I’d be restrained in a very 
vulnerable position. But as he said, they were just 
testing me.

"Yes, its ok."

"You heard her Richard. Make sure you’ve got a good 
tight hold."

Richard was soon gripping my ankle, so I was now held 
in a spread wide open position.

"Are you happy so far, you’ve got no problems with what 
either John or Richard are doing?"

"No. It’s fine."

"Now you do remember saying you have no problem with me 
touching you? Is that still the case?"

Was he going to just take his measurements, and this 
was just a test, to see what I’d say? And if I start 
being awkward at this stage, will that blow my chance 
of getting selected. I had to trust him.

"Yes if you need to touch me, it’s ok."

He knelt down and I felt his hand on the inside of my 
leg, about knee height. He stroked it slowly up and 
down my leg, not quite reaching my crotch, but going 
way past what would be stocking-top height.

"You have lovely soft skin. Do you mind me just 
stroking you for a minute?"

"Is this necessary?"

It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good, but it was 
obviously getting me aroused.

"No it’s not necessary. If you want to go, you’re free 
to leave at any time."

"Please I didn’t mean that. I want the chance to be 
selected; if this is still part of my assessment, just 
carry on."

"Sometimes during a shoot, it's necessary to have our 
models sexually aroused. This can as I’m sure you’re 
aware, make a big difference to the way your body 
looks. The shape of your tummy and upper leg muscles 
change, and this gives that sexy look. But it also 
makes your nipples show through the costume. You must 
have noticed your nipples are starting to react to me 
stroking your legs?"

I blushed.

"Yes I known."

"Don’t be embarrassed, that’s exactly what we’re 
looking for, it’s good to have a model that gets 
worked-up easily. But I’d like to see just how 
pronounced they get when they’re fully aroused. Would 
you mind if we try some gentle stroking on the outside 
of the costume?"

I hesitated for a second, but decided to go this one 
step further.

"I guess its ok."

"In that case, I’ll carry on down here working on your 
thighs. While John and Richard work on your tits. What 
would be really helpful, would be if you can tell us 
when we find a spot that really gets you going. Then 
we’ll soon get you aroused. It’s as important for a 
girl to get aroused easily, as it is that she has a 
good figure." I replied.

"I’ll try."

But in truth, I didn’t know if I could stand here 
letting three strangers stroke my body, and not just 
any part, I was expected to direct then to my ‘G’ 
spots. Graham’s hand slid gently up my leg, until it 
touched my crotch. I let out a little gasp of breath.

"That’s found one?"

I couldn't actually reply with words, my body was 
screaming to ask for more. So all I did was let out a 
stifled moan.

"Mmmmmm."

He stroked slowly back and forth, around the top of my 
leg, from under my bum, right forward up around the 
bare flesh exposed by the skimpy cut of the costume. By 
now both of the others had a breast each, cupped in the 
palm of their hands. Each time Graham’s finger rubbed 
passed either of my holes or my clit I gave a shiver, 
and let out another moan. He would just give me a 
knowing smile or wink. He wasn’t going into the 
costume, but his stroking was close enough to get my 
pussy excited. Both of the others were now rolling and 
tweaking on what were big firm nipples. I’d now gone 
from scared, to a mixed feeling of fear and 
anticipation. I knew if they continued this stroking my 
pussy would soon start getting wet, and not long after 
that, my knees would go weak, and I’d start thrusting 
my hips. This I didn’t want to happen, but unless they 
stopped soon, I’d have no control over what my pussy 
did.

Graham looked up at me.

"This is really getting you hot, isn’t it?"

"Y yes."

"Now you can see why I’ve got John holding you. How 
much more can you take before your legs go weak?"

"I I don’t know. Please stop now."

"So you’re saying you won’t let me give you the final 
test?"

"No, I didn’t say that, I just don't want you getting 
me too aroused."

"So does that mean I can give you the final test or 
not?"

I knew I had to let him, but I didn’t want him inside 
the costume, playing with my pussy. It was one thing 
him rubbing my legs and letting the other two play with 
my nipples, but it would be a giant leap letting him 
feel my pussy. So I decided, even if I didn’t get 
selected, it wasn’t worth letting him finger me.

"Only, if it doesn’t involve you putting your hand 
inside my costume."

"And if it does?"

"Then I’m going home now."

"Well that’s ok then, because the final part of this 
test doesn’t involve my touching your flesh at all. So 
can I carry on?"

"Ok."

He moved his hand directly under my crotch, and lifted 
until I felt one of his fingers make contact with the 
thin material of the gusset of the costume. My reaction 
was automatic, instant, and completely involuntary. 
Even though I was being held by my tummy, my hips sort 
of plunged downwards, pushing his finger and costume 
material into my cunt hole. Maybe only half inch or so; 
but that was enough to send a shudder through my whole 
body (and my ‘body hole’). He then drew it forwards, 
out of my hole, along my slot until he reached my clit. 
His finger circled around my clit, which with my 
aroused pussy, didn’t take much encouragement before it 
swelled like a little dick with a hard-on. This was 
something my husband would always tease me about; he’d 
call me a ‘chick with a dick’. 

"Jesus, is that your clit?"

"Please stop now."

"Oh come on. You can’t expect me to stop now, that clit 
of yours feels amazing. Just let me pull the costume 
across to get a look at it."

"No please don’t."

"If you let me just have a quick look, then we’ll get 
on with the shooting, and I’ll give you top marks for 
this part of your assessment."

"Just a look? You promise you won’t touch me?"

"I promise. Can I look now?"

"Ok. But just a quick look then let me get my legs 
closed."

"Let go of her leg and get that desk cleared off. Come 
on John, I’ll take her legs, let’s get her on her 
back."

"What are you doing?"

But they didn't answer until I’d been lifted up onto 
his desk, and had Richard holding my leg one side, and 
John the other. I was spread wide, with Graham (the 
boss) stood right up close to my crotch.

"We’re only going to have a look like you said we 
could."

"I never said you could lay me back and open my legs 
like this."

"But all of us wanted to see it, so now we have got you 
here, can we have that look?"

It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it seemed pointless 
making an issue out of it.

"Ok, but remember just a look, no touching."

He put both hands into the front of the costume where 
it narrowed and plunged its way towards my pussy. I’d 
expected only one hand, and that he’d simply pull it 
across to one side. But no, his two hands gripped the 
material, and with a quick apposing tug, the material 
shredded apart. The stretchy design of the costume now 
meant the front shot up towards my bust, and a quick 
lift of my bum by John and Richard, allowed the back to 
do the same. The costume was now no more than a skimpy 
midriff showing top

"Oh god no. Please let me close my legs."

I struggled, but they held me tight.

"Lie still my dear, you said we could have a look, and 
that’s what we’re doing. We won’t hurt you."

"Please, you’ve had your quick look. Let me get up 
now."

"Oh Blast! You’ve gone off the boil; your clit has 
disappeared back into hiding. Can I just stroke your 
pussy to get it aroused again?"

"No please, you promised no touching."

"That’s right we did, but you did say we could look, so 
if we keep to our side of the bargain and don't touch 
you, we can look some more?"

"You did say just a quick look."

"But what is quick, it’s all relative. Come on we’ve 
seen it now, surely it won’t hurt if we look at you a 
bit more? Lets say just a minute; you can time us on 
the clock up there."

"Ok one minute, but then you let me get dressed?"

"It’s a deal, one minute starting as soon as the second 
hand gets to the top, and then we’ll give you the next 
costume and start shooting."

There was a bout fifteen seconds to go before the 
second hand got to the top, but what the hell, ogling 
at my pussy for one minute or one minute fifteen 
seconds, what’s the difference. But although they 
weren’t actually touching me, both John and Richard 
were pulling my legs into different positions, 
obviously trying to stretch my pussy open more, I 
couldn’t stop them, and I guess I’d agreed to it, so I 
kept quiet and let them get on with it.

"Ok minute up. Come on let me get down."

They both lowered my legs to the floor, and I got to my 
feet.

"Spoil-sport, we were enjoying that. But you can 
definitely say you past part one with flying colours. 
Now here is a bikini, go and put it on, and we’ll be 
waiting in the studio, it’s through that door."

They all went one way; I went back into the little room 
to get changed. The first thing I noticed was all my 
clothes that I’d left in the room, were all gone, and 
so was my handbag. My handbag had my mobile phone, and 
my purse with all my credit cards and cash. Without 
that, I was really in trouble. I was about to dash out 
to ask where they’d all been put, and suddenly 
realised, I was naked from the waist down. I stopped 
and put on the bikini, this was so small it was hardly 
worth bothering with. 

Three small triangles of material, they were maybe 
three inches along each side, and a few lace ribbons to 
hold the whole thing together. One almost covered my 
pussy’s bushy mound, held in place by ribbons that tied 
on each side of my waist, with only a single ribbon 
dropping through the crevice of my bum, to anchor the 
bottom of the triangle. Then each breast had its own 
triangle, with a bow tied behind my back, and one 
around the back of my neck. 

Now when I first got here, there was no way I’d have 
worn anything this skimpy, but they’d seen my pussy, 
and I still wanted to be selected. I assumed the worst 
part, the touching bit, was over, now it was just 
photos. So off I went to see what this studio was like.

As I opened the door, I was blown away by the sheer 
size of the place, it was at least thirty feet long, 
and over twenty feet wide! At the far end directly in 
the middle was a bed, circular. It must have been ten 
foot across. There were big flood light stood all 
around the place like you see when they shoot movies. 
There was a man sitting on a camera seat, this was also 
exactly like you see when they’re shooting a movie! 

Then there was another man with a big camera on his 
shoulder, not a simple home video camera, a big 
professional one. And over the other side one more 
camera-man, that makes three in all. This third one had 
a still camera, with a lens on the front like a 
dustbin. 

Then there were five men sitting on a couch to one 
side. Three were black, two white, but somehow foreign 
looking, Italian or some other European country I'd 
guess. All these men were naked, well almost; they had 
the smallest of pouches that cradled their dicks. Then 
at the other side was another couch, where Graham, John 
and Richard were sitting.

For a second the awesomeness of this set-up took away 
the burning question I’d dashed in here to ask, and 
then suddenly as Graham spoke, it came back to me.

"Are! There you are my dear. You look stunning in that 
costume."

As I dashed across to where he was sitting, Richard 
chirped up.

"She’ll look even better when we get her out of it."

I let his comment pass with out reaction.

"What have you done with my clothes?"

"Calm down dear. What are you talking about?"

"My clothes! And my handbag, they’re all gone. Where 
have you put them?"

"Calm down, I’m sure we can sort this out. I don’t know 
what’s happened to your stuff, but it can’t be far 
away."

"Look I left them in that room where I got changed and 
they’re not there now."

"But dear, we were all in the room with you, we 
couldn’t have taken them. These guys were all down this 
end of the unit, so they couldn’t have touched them 
either. Hey I know what’s happened, which room did you 
just get changed in?"

"The small room off the place where your desk is, 
that's where I got changed the first time."

"There are two rooms, one on the left, and one on the 
right, they are both identical. Your pussy was so 
worked up, and you were in such a state, I bet you just 
went into the wrong one."

Could he be right, could I have used a different room? 
I guess in a place like this, they would be identical. 
And as he said, we were all together in his room all 
the time, I’d have known if any of them had been in and 
touched them.

"Maybe you’re right. I’m sorry I got so upset, I’ll 
just go and check to make sure."

"Ah hah! I wouldn’t if I were you, you’re still being 
assessed, and I expect you to trust me, not go checking 
what I tell you."

"But I just wanted to make sure."

"And if you can’t find them! Then you will get all 
upset and spoil our shoot. That is exactly the kind of 
thing that we don’t want our models doing. If I say 
it’ll be ok, you just get on with the job in hand, and 
I’ll make sure its ok when we’ve finished. Is that a 
deal?"

"I guess so, so long as you’re sure my stuffs ok?"

"SURE YOUR STUFFS OK!’ DON’T YOU EVER QUESTION ME LIKE 
THAT AGAIN! If you’re going to start being awkward, I 
can soon turn into MR Nasty. You do realise that if I 
wanted to, I could just chuck you out now, and even ask 
for that bikini back, it is ours after all. We could 
just pack-up the unit, and drive away leaving you out 
here in the moors, with thirty miles to the nearest 
phone box, that’s if its not been vandalised."

"Please why are you saying these things, what have I 
done?"

I was panic stricken.

"I’m just getting a little fed-up with your attitude, 
either you’re here to please me, and maybe get 
selected, or you can just fuck-off now! Its nice and 
sunny out there, I’m sure a friendly rapist will give 
you a lift if you show a bit of leg. Oh I forgot; 
you’ll be showing more than just your legs."

"Please, I’m sorry. You’re scaring me talking like 
that. I promise I'm not trying to be awkward. Please I 
really want to get selected; I’ve done everything 
you've asked me to do. Just tell me what you want me to 
do next."

"She’s right boss, and anyway you know we’re all dieing 
to see her clit when it gets excited again."

"I suppose your right John. Let’s forget I got upset, 
and start again. Where was I?"

His manner calmed down just as quickly as it had got 
aroused, and he was now talking softly again. But I was 
once again filled with mixed feelings; I was terrified 
by the thought of being left out here to walk the moors 
naked, without my phone or any money. But on the other 
hand, John was on about getting me worked up again, so 
this was also a worry, but no where near as bad.

"You had just complimented her on how nice she looks in 
that bikini."

"That’s right, she is stunning. Isn't she?"

Then he looked at John.

"Go and get that pedestal and bring it across here."

John collected this pedestal thing, a circular platform 
about two foot across, and about eighteen inches high. 
He placed it on the floor in front of Graham.

"Ok hop up love."

I didn’t like the thought of opening my legs in this 
bikini, even to step up this far. I knew I only had a 
thin ribbon of cotton running under my crotch. I had 
hesitated to get onto the pedestal, but then as I saw 
the anger building in Grahams face, I lifted my foot 
onto the platform, and stepped up. It felt very bizarre 
being up here and all of them sitting looking up at me.

"Ok I know it’s not very wide, but get your feet to the 
edges, and spread yourself as wide as it will allow 
you."

I didn’t hesitate; there was brusqueness in his voice, 
which somehow worried me. My feet were soon to the rim 
of this platform, not what you’d call spread wide open. 
But with the minimal cover afforded by this bikini, and 
them all seated below me looking up, wide enough to 
allow them a good view of my pussy lips.

"Right my lovely. How does it feel standing there like 
that?"

Assuming this was a test question, I answered with what 
answer I thought they’d want to hear.

"I feel ok."

"Can I get you to express yourself a bit more? Maybe 
you’re still shy. Please try to overcome your shyness, 
you’re amongst friends here."

"I am still a little shy; I’m not used to doing this 
kind of thing."

"Ok, it’s understandable. But we are your friends, and 
we are trying to help you get selected. What I’m 
looking for, is an honest answer, but one that maybe 
you’re too shy to express. You know, if standing up 
there with us all looking up your crotch makes you feel 
aroused. Then don’t just tell me you feel ok, tell me 
it feels good to have you all looking at my pussy, or 
it turns me on when you look at my cunt. Don’t feel shy 
about what words you use, your mom won’t know if you 
say cunt instead of pussy. Do you get the idea?"

"I think so."

"Ok I’ll ask the question again. How does it feel 
standing there like that?"

I plucked-up all my courage, and tried to say what I 
thought would please him.

"Well if you want the real truth, I know this bikini 
doesn’t cover the lips of my cunt. So I know that’s 
what you men are all looking at. It feels like you all 
desire my body, and that makes me hot."

"That was excellent. Now we can move to the next 
stage."

"What, the photographs?"

"No. Not yet. One more thing to do first."

"But you said in there, that once I’d let you look at 
me, we’d start the shooting session."

"Right that’s it! Fuck her off out of my sight. I’ve 
had enough of her stupid questioning."

He’d launched himself from the couch, and stormed out 
of the studio. I was dumbfounded.

"You stupid girl! Do you realise what you’ve done? He 
had just said before you came in, that once you’ve 
finished the photo shoot, we were going to call a halt 
to our search. He’d decided you were perfect for the 
role. He was even talking about using you for a few 
other contracts we’ve got lined-up. Your bloody future 
was made. This time next year, you wouldn’t have been 
able to pickup a magazine without seeing your face 
smiling back at you. What ever possessed you to 
question him, can’t you see he doesn’t like being 
questioned?"

By now I was curled up on the couch, with my face in my 
hands sobbing my eyes out.

"I I’m sorry. Sob. I I didn’t mean to get him upset. 
But he did say we’d do the shoot next."

"Who cares what he said? All he was going to ask you to 
do was to talk a bit more about yourself, and then we’d 
be into the shoot. You’d better pray he calms down. 
Because if not he’ll be back in here ordering us to 
pack-up the unit, and make no mistake, he will chuck 
you out and leave you stood there naked."

"Please no. You wouldn’t let him."

"Are you joking? We do as we’re told; otherwise we’re 
out of a job."

"Is there anything I can do to put things right?"

"Only pray. And if he does come back, and give you 
another chance, just go with whatever he asks you to 
do. Once he sees you’ll do what he wants without any 
sign of hesitation, he'll get the shooting session 
underway. After all, the shoot is what we’re all here 
for. So no matter what he asks, don’t hesitate, do it 
instantly, with a big smile as though you’re enjoying 
it. And for god’s sake don’t ask him why he wants; what 
ever he’s just asked you to do."

"What do you think the chances of him chucking me out 
are?"

"Look, if you really do want this job, I can guarantee 
it’s yours, just so long as you go along with him. But 
are you prepared to do what ever it takes? If you can 
swear to me that you’re not going to upset him again. 
That this isn’t just something that would be nice to 
have, but it something you really want, and are 
prepared to put yourself out for, then I’ll go and try 
to convince him to give you another chance. But if you 
screw-up, it wont just be you getting chucked out, I’ll 
loose my job for sticking-up for you."

When he told me all that stuff about me making it as a 
model, I'd swallowed his bait, hook, line and sinker. 
He’d now got me completely hooked, the thought of being 
famous, and having my picture in all the magazines. All 
I kept telling myself was; it must be worth letting 
this man get turned on by hearing me say a few dirty 
words, and maybe feel-me-up a bit.

"I promise I’ll do what ever he asks me."

"Ok but remember I’m counting on you; be sexy, and make 
him feel special, that's the secret."

"You’re a bloody fool."

That was John talking to Richard.

"What are you going on about?"

"You! You’ll go out there, plead her case, Graham will 
come back in fully expecting that she’ll let him work 
her pussy-up, so he can see that clit he’s been going 
on about. She’ll say no, and you’ve just lost a really 
cushy well-paid job."

"She wouldn’t let me down, you heard her promise."

"Ok. I’ll ask her. Well?"

He looked at me.

"C'mon. Don’t look dumb. You just heard what I said to 
him. Will you let him work you-up again, and look at 
your clit?"

Now I was put on the spot, but at least I now knew what 
was expected of me. Like I said before, surely it’s 
worth letting him have a bit of a feel, and they’d 
already seen me naked.

"If that’s what he asks me to do, I’ll let him."

"With us all watching?"

"Why not?"

"Prove it."

"I will, when Graham comes back in."

"But if you don’t come up with the goods, Rich will be 
out of a job."

"I just said I’ll do it."

"Look you silly bitch, you need to prove it to Rich 
now, before he puts his job on the line."

"How?"

"You lay back, and let us spread your twat open, and 
then I’ll believe you."

I knew this was it; I had to put-up or ship-out. I just 
lay myself back on the couch, and lifted my legs high 
and wide.

"You have to tell us, we can’t touch you, unless you 
tell us we can."

"You can both spread my cunt open."

Then John asked.

"Can I kiss it as well?"

I thought; what the hell difference would it make?

"Yes. You can kiss it." 

He was soon down on my pussy, his tongue lapping in my 
hole, and up my slit. It was obvious I’d soon be out of 
control, and I didn’t know how this would end-up. And 
then to my surprise.

"Ok John, that’s enough. If we get her too worked-up, 
Graham will go ballistic."

John did as he was told and sat up, still holding my 
legs spread wide. But there actions had proved that 
they were both obviously worried about this Graham 
character.

"Jesus Rich. She’s fucking awesome. Look at her clit."

My bottom triangle must have pulled up forwards, 
uncovering me completely. They were both staring and 
mesmerised by what they saw.

"Fucking hell; and you only just licked her for two 
seconds. Come-on you’d better get stood back up and 
I'll try to get Graham to calm down. You aren’t gona’ 
let me down are you?"

"I promise I’ll let him go as far as it takes."

"Good girl, and I promise you wont regret it, this time 
next year, you’ll look back, and thank god I got you to 
go just that little bit extra."

"I want to thank you now, honest; I really do 
appreciate what you’re doing for me."

As soon as he left the room, John stretched his arm 
across to where I was standing.

"C'mon open your legs, I want another feel before they 
get back."

I didn’t argue, I just parted my legs. His finger slid 
back along my slot, and straight up my wet pussy. But I 
could tell it wasn’t just one finger, he was ramming up 
and down with his first two fingers. I let him carry on 
without making any comment. At first, it felt rough and 
as though I was being abused. But before a minute was 
up, my pussy was reacting, and I was now having 
difficulty stopping myself from buckling at the knees, 
and then laying myself open for him.

"Hadn’t you better stop before Graham catches you?"

"Why should I?"

"Please if you don’t stop soon, my legs will go, I’ll 
have to lie down. If Graham finds you fingering me, 
you’ll get into trouble."

He got to his feet while still ramming my hole, and 
using the two fingers up my cunt, and his other arm 
around my back, he lifted me across, and lay me back on 
the couch. He pulled my legs wide, and continued 
ramming away. I could do nothing but lift my hips, and 
take all he wanted to give me. Then out of the corner 
of my eye, I saw the door opening. All I could think 
was; if he’s angry with John, I hope I don’t get into 
trouble.

"So she’s come around has she?"

"Yes she’s as hot as a space capsule re-entering the 
earths atmosphere, and as wet as the ocean it lands 
in."

"Ok let her calm down now, I want to talk to her."

John took his fingers out, and moved out of the way for 
Graham to sit at the end of the couch. As I slowly 
subsided from my state of arousal, I was conscious of 
my wide open legs, so I pulled my knees back together.

"No need to close them now my dear, you just lay there 
spread wide open, so I can see that lovely cunt of 
yours."

I no it sounds silly, being as John had just been 
ramming my cunt, but it took all my resolve to get 
myself to open my legs for him, but I did it, and I lay 
there showing everything I’ve got.

"Now they tell me you’re going to go all the way, what 
ever I ask you to do?"

I didn’t like the sound of this, and it must have 
showed on my face.

"That wasn’t the look I was told to expect. And you’re 
pulling your knees together again."

I hadn’t realised, but he was right, my knees were 
almost closed, I rapidly opened them.

"At the risk of repeating myself, I’ll explain this one 
more time. I’m on the point of chucking you out, but I 
know if you can only get over your shyness, you’ll be 
one hell of a super star. Listen, and don’t interrupt. 
I’m not just thinking of you for this silly slimming 
campaign, I can think of a string of work I can use you 
for. Some of it is nude work, all very respectable, TV 
and cinema advertising. A model is just a body to 
either hang clothes on, or be filmed to make an 
illusion or dream to sell some product or other. Nobody 
is interested in your brain, opinion or anything you 
have to say. 

"The director, whether it’s me or someone else, decides 
what you’ll do and show, you don’t question any 
decision he makes. He has experience, and he knows what 
look he wants, and how he can cut the shoot afterwards 
to make a respectable advert, that oozes sex. You know 
absolutely nothing about filming or photography. Just 
remember that, and what ever I or and other director in 
the future asks, just give it all the conviction you’ve 
got, and you’ll soon be one rich bitch. 

"Once you’re famous, then you can start acting like the 
Kate Moses’ of this world. Now the life is glamorous, 
but it is still work, and when I ask you to do 
something, I’m being polite. In a work situation, ask 
is really an instruction. Now make up your mind once 
and for all, do you really have what it takes to make 
it big? God gave you the raw material, it’s up to you 
whether you use it, or waste it. Ok I’ve said my piece, 
I know I went on a bit, but now it’s up to you. Are you 
staying, and shooting for the stars, or going for a 
lonely walk home?"

I was sat there trying to take it all in, they had me 
totally convinced I’d be a super star model, all I had 
to do was go along with him.

"I want it. Please make me a super star. I promise I 
won’t question why you need me to do anything again; 
I’ll do what ever it takes to get the photo’s you want 
to take."

"That’s good. But you’ve seen its not just photo’s, 
we’re shooting film as well, and your reply has been 
recorded. But just to be sure, turn and face Jim on 
that camera, and say that we have your full consent to 
film or photograph you in any position or pose that we 
want."
I turned around.


"You have my full permission to film or take pictures 
how ever you want me. Was that ok?"

"Not word perfect, but it’ll do. Now let’s have you 
over on the bed."

I was so excited, I about ran over to the bed, and 
leapt onto it.

"Are we gona’ start shooting?"

"Don’t you worry your pretty little pussy, we’ll all be 
shooting soon."

I must be thick, I was so excited, that one went right 
over my head, without me realising what he meant.

He turned to the men sitting on the other couch.

"C'mon lads, time to earn your money."

All five men walked across, now they’d stood up, I 
appreciated their size. They were all built like body 
builders, their muscles rippled as they walked. But 
more exciting, or do I mean worrying, was the massive 
bulging in their posing pouches. They were all packing 
some very heavyweight tackle. The three black guys went 
to one side of the bed, and stood at what would be 
eight nine and ten on a clock face. 

The two white men went to the other side and stood at 
two and three. Then there was John, Graham and Richard 
stood at five six and seven. The two camera men who 
were on their feet, kept moving about and pushing their 
cameras in-between, as and where they wanted to. The 
other camera man was up in the air, on a big arm thing, 
looking down on the bed. So here I was, skimpy bikini, 
eleven men surrounding the bed.

"Are you ready to show me the real Brenda?"

"Yes."

"Choose one of my studs from either side of the bed."

Because of the way they were around the bed, it had to 
be one Black man, and one white.

"Him and him."

"Ok lads hop up."

The two men I’d selected jumped onto the bed, and sat 
either side of me.

"John. Get the rest and lay her back at just off 
upright."

John went around the bed, and pushed an adjustable 
padded back rest up to my back. As it touched me Graham 
said.

"Just lean back dear, let it take your weight."

I leaned back.

"Forward a bit more John. Whoa. That’s it. Does that 
feel comfortable?"

I was leaned back with my shoulder no more than a foot 
off horizontal.

"Yes its fine."

"Can you still reach your pussy?"

"What you want me to try?"

"No questions. Just do it."

I rapidly reached my fingers down to my crotch, and 
stopped with my finger tips touching my pussy lips.

"Would you like to show us your pink flesh?"

I pushed my fingers into my slit, and prised my cunt 
open.

"That is absolutely super. You are coming on. Does it 
feel ok?"

"I can’t believe I’m doing it. But I guess its ok."

"Ok you’ve showed me you can reach your cunt, now rub 
both your nipples, I want to see then standing proud 
again."

I brought my hands up to my breasts, and started 
caressing my nipples.

"While you’re busy doing your tits, will you pretend 
you're in a film or advertising shoot. As sexily as you 
can make it, ask Trevor and Ben if they’ll stroke your 
legs."

I held my legs high in the air, and slowly swung them 
back and forward.

"Hey guys, this little lady has got two legs that are 
just dieing to be stroked."

"Not bad. Ok guys get down here, and see it you can get 
some action going. Ok now pick two more guys, to take 
over on your tits."

I looked first to one side, and then the other.

"Ok boys, I guess I’ll have you and you."

"Pull that back rest from behind her; I want her flat 
on her back now."

Someone did as he said.

"Lie back, and think about who is rubbing where. Don’t 
let then waist time, if they’re cold, then direct them 
in on the area you know will excite you. Don’t be shy, 
remember this is just filming. Oh and just so you know 
who to tell what, it’s Harry on your left tit, and Jake 
on your right. Come-on I want to hear you directing 
them, until you’re that far gone, that all we can hear 
is your moaning."

If he wanted sexy, and this is what it takes to be 
famous, then sexy he was going to get.

"Jake darling, can you slip the bow on your side of my 
top, and then the one behind my neck. Harry will you 
loose the other one. That’s it. Now can you both suck 
on my tits?"

They didn’t need telling twice, they were sucking away, 
at my nipples, which were soon swelling and driving the 
most wonderful feeling I’ve ever experienced right 
through the whole of my body. Having two men arousing 
me at once was something else.

"Very good so far, but don’t forget these two guys."

Forget them, who was he kidding; they were stroking 
around my inner thigh, and had my legs spread wide 
open. One of them had moved his attention down my body, 
and was now licking just above my knee, but on the 
inside of my leg. As his tongue slid higher, my pussy 
went up a gear. Then as his tongue reached the edge of 
my lips, I could feel my hole was pulsing open and 
closed. 

When his tongue lapped across my hole, my cunt took-
over control of my actions, and I thrust myself towards 
him. His tongue entered my hole, and he wrapped both 
his arms around my legs, anchoring me to his face. He 
was lapping the length of my slit, and my pussy went 
wild. I could tell I was now producing cunt juice and 
not just a slight dribble. But as fast as my cunt oozed 
out it sticky fluid, he lapped it up. 

"Ok boys, that’s enough for now."

They all stopped immediately, and I was left with my 
legs still wide open, and cunt still oozing juice. I 
had such a feeling of disappointment; what did I want? 
Did I really want them to fuck me? But it was as he’d 
said, just filming, so I resigned myself to just lying 
here, legs wide open with them all looking, while I 
waited for my next instruction. Then, as I calmed down 
from my heightened state of arousal.

"No. Harry and Jake, you can keep her tits going, I 
just want her cunt clear for a moment. Right dear, are 
you ok to talk yet, or are you still too far gone?"

"I I’m ok, I think. Oh god! That was like I’ve never 
known it."

"You liked it?"

"Oh yes."

"I know you're still in a state, but try and speak 
clearly for the filming, and this time, not sexy, but 
as crude as you can make it. Ask Ben to take your 
bikini bottom off for you, and then get him to suck 
your clit. But when you’re asking him, I want you to 
tell him what to expect."

"I’m not sure what you mean?"

"Your clit my dear. It’s not an everyday looking clit, 
is it? Before he actually removes the bikini bottom, 
tell him what your clit is like. Be as crude as you 
can. I want a dirty little bitch."

"Hey Ben, I bet you’ve never seen a clit like mine. Get 
back here and rip off my bikini bottom. When you lick 
at my cunt, my clit will push its head up from my slot. 
And when you take it in your mouth, and suck on it, 
it’ll grow that big, you’ll think you're sucking a 
little boy’s dick. And if you suck me good, you’ll find 
out I’m a gusher, my cunt with cover you with cum."

"Very good, you do know how to talk dirty. Go on Ben, 
you go for it, and don’t stop until she cums her juice. 
If she is really a gusher, we definitely want to get it 
on video."

Ben pulled the little ribbons either side of my bikini, 
and I lifted my bottom as he pulled it clear.

"Good girl, now you’re really showing us, that you mean 
business."

Then he got his face back down into my crotch, and his 
tongue lapped up my slot. It took no time at all for my 
cunt to get back to it domination of my bodily actions. 
I could feel I was lifting, and when he started sucking 
my clit, I felt it swelling up. It must have taken him 
by surprise, even though I’d been made to tell him 
about it. He lifted himself up from me, so that he, and 
I guess the rest of them, could get a good look at it.

"Fucking hell, she has got a dick."

He said. Graham then replied.

"Go on then, try wanking her, like she’s a twinky."

So as I say my whole body was on fire, I was humping up 
and down, my clit was poking up. This clit stands at 
least an inch, maybe an inch and a half long. Everyone 
that has seen it, admittedly that isn’t that many men, 
but every one has been amazed by it. Ben had now got my 
clit in between his finger and thumb, and was wanking 
it, like it was a dick, while he flicked the end with 
his tongue.

"Oh god. My cunt is going wild."

"Do you want him to fuck you?"

"I-I don’t know."

"Ok just keep working on her; I want to see her cunt 
squirting."

The two men were still nibbling and sucking my tits, 
and Ben was wanking my clit. But there was also 
something else going on! I could feel someone fingering 
my cunt, poking up me, and then pulling right out, and 
rubbing their finger around my bottom. The more he did 
this, the hotter I got. Then as the finger was circling 
the hole of my bottom, the end of it pushed inside! Not 
far, just enough to make my hole open for it. The other 
things going on, had got me so worked up, I couldn’t 
actually protest, or even try to stop this anal 
intrusion. I must have been naive, because I’d never 
been fucked in the arse, or even thought that anyone 
would want to touch me there.

My humping got more frantic, and this aided the finger 
to probe me deeper. It was still dipping into my cunt, 
coming out all wet and juicy, and using my body 
thrusting I was in effect ramming my own arse with it. 
Well by the time I was ready to cum; he’d got two 
fingers together, and was ramming me violently. As I 
started screaming my cries of delight, Ben moved clear 
to allow the camera to see my pussy squirt. On each 
thrust, my cunt would open, spraying a jet of juice. 
The finger was still deep up my bum, but now it was 
still, and my juice was spraying all over what I could 
now see was Graham’s arm.

Once I’d calmed down, I was laid motionless, legs still 
wide open.

"That was pretty good, how do you feel?"

"I don’t know, it feels very strange. I can’t hardly 
believe I’ve let you go this far."

"But you feel alright about it?"

"I guess so."

"What about my fingers up your bottom?"

"Oh God! I-I knew you, or someone was doing it, and it 
was hurting at first. But I’d forgotten about that, and 
I didn't realise, but you've still got them poked up 
me."

"Yes I have, haven’t I? Did you like it?"

"I’m not sure."

"But it can’t be hurting you?"

"No, only at first."

"That’s the same for all virgins; I bet your cunt was 
like that the first time."

"I guess so."

"Are you ready to do the next thing for me?"

"Yes. But can I ask you something without you getting 
angry with me?

"Go on then; you’ve done well so far, so I’ll let you 
this time."

"All these things you’re getting me to do?"

"What about them?"

"Well when Richard first asked me if I wanted to come 
for a screen test, he said it would be just simple 
photographs."

"Yes. But what’s your question?"

"Well surely I’ve done more than just photo’s?"

"So you have my dear, and that’s why you’re going to be 
the one who we select, and you’ll be the one who 
becomes a super star. Was that what you wanted to 
know?"

"Well, I’m just wondering. If you say you’re going to 
select me, then do I have to go any further? You’ve 
seen me naked, and all fingered me. Haven’t I gone far 
enough to show you I’ll do what it takes?"

"Well you are right up to a point, and if you say that 
you don’t want to go any further, then I’ll respect 
that, and I won’t ask you to do another thing for us. 
But, just maybe, I might think to myself. She didn’t 
really go all the way, and if I do make her a super 
star, will she just get all uppity and too big for her 
boots. So you see, I’d much prefer it if you’d do just 
a few more things for me. But it is your choice."

"Can I ask you just one more thing?"

He gave his fingers that were still stuck up inside my 
bottom, a quick back and forward jerk.

"Well I guess being as you’re still stuck on my 
fingers, I’m sure I can let you ask just this last one 
question."

"Please, don’t get angry when I ask you."

"I won’t."

"I promise I will go further if that’s what it takes to 
make sure I get selected; but you promise me that if I 
do, that you’re not just stringing me along, I will get 
the modelling job?"

"I promise. If you don’t believe me, I’ll get one of 
them to bring the contract in now, and we can both sign 
it."

"No. You don’t need to do that, I will trust you. Can I 
just ask one more question?"

"Look girl, we’ll be hear all day at this rate, you’ve 
asked enough surely?"

"Please one more?"

"If this question is that important, then you can do 
something to earn it."

"What?"

"Well poor old Blake over there is the only one that 
didn’t get involved in the last session with you. If 
you take his pouch off, and hold his dick, I’ll let you 
ask another question."

"Ok, but can I ask my question first?"

"Ok, I’m sure if you can trust me about making you a 
model, I can trust you to keep to your word and play 
with his dick."

"I know I said I’d do what ever you asked me to do, but 
I never ever expected you be asking me to go as far as 
I have already gone. Please tell me you won’t expect me 
to let anyone fuck me."

"Don’t be a silly girl, what do you think we are. This 
is all just make-believe, for the benefit of the 
camera."

"Oh good. I really was getting worried that you were 
expecting me to let one of these guys fuck me."

"Well rest easy, that isn’t going to happen. There are 
two more roles I want you to act out, and they both 
involve simulated fucking, but its only the way we 
shoot it, and cut the film afterwards, that leads 
people to believe they’ve seen you getting fucked. 
You’ve already shown us, you’ll go along with some 
degrees of bodily contact with my big male hunks. This 
next stage will just take that a little further."

"But I won’t actually get fucked?"

"I’ve answered you once; don’t push your luck, just 
because I went a little soft on you."

"Scream. Ouch!"

I let out a yell as he roughly ripped his finger from 
my bottom.

"Get yourself over to the edge of the bed. And Blake. 
You get yourself around here."

I got myself to the edge of the bed as he’d told me to, 
and I was in a kneeling position. Blake, one of the big 
black guys arrived, and stood directly in front of me.

"Ok get his pouch off, and I don’t care how you do it, 
but I want that dick to be shooting it’s cum in your 
face in less than five minutes."

"But I thought you just wanted me to hold it?"

"For god’s sake girl! Are you trying to wind me up? 
Just get on with it quickly before I loose my temper."

I quickly put my fingers into the elasticated waist-
band of Blake’s briefs, and lowered them down his legs, 
which he lifted one at a time, to allow me to remove 
them completely. I then put one hand onto his dick, and 
cupped his balls with my other hand. His dick 
immediately started throbbing, and it began to grow in 
my palm. In seconds I’d got a hot throbbing monster 
that was big enough to allow me to use both hands on. I 
stroked my hands up his length, in the best way I knew 
how, but in truth, I’m not really experienced at this.

"Well my girl, we’ve definitely found your weak spot. 
If your selection depended on this test, then you’d be 
walking home by now."

"I’m sorry. I don’t do this kind of thing very often."

"That’s bloody obvious. Haven’t you ever given head?"

"Yes."

"Can you do deep throat?"

"I have done it once."

"Once? How long have you been married?"

"Twelve years."

"And you’ve only blown your husband once?"

"No. course not."

"You’ve got me confused. You're saying you give your 
husband head, and he’s only ever fucked your throat 
once?"

"Do I have to tell you?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"I do give my husband head, but even fully hard, he 
only just gets his knob-end to reach my wind-pipe."

"So who was the guy who fucked your throat?"

"It’s a long story, you wont want me to waist your time 
telling you now."

"I'll be the judge of that, you start, and if I get 
bored, I’ll get you to skip through a bit faster."

"It all happened some time ago; my husband wanted to 
make a fish-pond in our garden. Well he’s got no idea 
how to do that kind of job, but he had two pals who 
were in the landscape gardening business. So anyway all 
three of them worked away one Saturday, until about 
eight o’clock at night, when they all came in they were 
knackered. 

I offered to make them a meal, but the pub was what 
they wanted. So with just a quick wash of their hands 
and faces, off out they went. I’d gone to bed at 
eleven, nut at about half past I heard Harry’s drunken 
voice shouting up the stairs for me to come and make 
him something to eat. I knew his pals were there with 
him, because I caught a glimpse of one of them crossing 
our landing as he went to the bathroom. 

I quickly got out of bed, dressed only in a very short 
thin see through baby-doll, and waited out in the 
middle of the landing. As soon as I heard Jim flush the 
toilet, bent right over, bottom towards the bathroom, 
and pretended to be putting on my slippers. As he 
opened the door, the bathroom light must have 
illuminated my now naked bottom, giving him a first 
class view. I of-course stood-up immediately, and 
pretended to be surprised."

"So you’d gone out there purposely to get this guy to 
finger you?"

"Well I quite fancied this one; he was built like the 
studs you’ve got here. I knew he wouldn’t be able to go 
very far with Harry downstairs, I just felt like 
flirting a bit. So anyway, we were on the landing, he 
was drunk enough to take a chance, but not too drunk to 
be quick enough to get his hand under my crotch, and 
his other hand he wrapped around my front to maul my 
tits. I let him have about a minute, then started to 
struggle, and pretend tell him off. I told him I’d call 
Harry. He let me go, and started to plead that I 
shouldn’t tell Harry."

"I told him to grab my arm, and march me down stairs. 
And when he gets me in front of Harry, he should demand 
me as payment for today’s work. I thought this would be 
a bit of a wake-up call for Harry, who’d been taking me 
for granted a bit lately. Jim was all for it, and I was 
soon stood in front of Harry and Ken his other pal, 
with Ken telling Harry.

"Look what I found on your landing."

"What the bloody hell are you doing coming down dressed 
like that?"

"I thought you had come home alone, and Jim just caught 
up with me as I was coming down stairs. He insisted I 
come down with him, without going back up to get 
changed."

"It’s like this Harry, you’re not paying us for that 
job we just did, and you did say you owed us a favour."

"What my wife?"

"Why not? It won’t cost you anything."

"I couldn’t expect her to go for that."

"Fucking hell. What happened to all that, ‘I’m the 
master in my house’?"

Then Ken butted in.

"That’s right, you keep telling us, she does what ever 
you tell her to."

"Yeh, but I meant I’d get her out of bed to make us 
some grub, not to be fucked by you pair."

"So much for your bragging."

"Ok. I’ll get her to show you her clit. I bet you 
haven’t seen one like hers."

"Tell you what, I’ll settle for a sixty-nine."

"Ok I’ll go for that. Come-on then woman, get that 
silly nighty off, and get on your back. Who’s going 
first?"

"Me, I’ve got a hard already."

"Ok, get your legs open, Jim wants first go at you, and 
make sure you do a good job at sucking his dick."

I obeyed his every command, like the good little girl. 
Both of his pals had big enough dicks to penetrate my 
throat. And as they sucked my clit at the same time, I 
was so turned-on; I was able to let them do it without 
any sign of gagging. At the time, this made a quite 
proud, because they said most girls have trouble taking 
into their throat. Then Harry finished me off with a 
fucking doggy style, while I sucked them both again. 
Then I made them all their supper."

"Well, so our little miss innocent does have a wicked 
side, and her husband doesn’t mind other men using her 
throat. Well I guess he figures that he’s never gona’ 
reach it, so why not let someone else fuck it. In that 
case, why don’t you do a sixty-nine with Blake?"

"But his dick is much too big to for me to take in my 
throat."

"How do you know, you haven’t ever given it a try yet. 
Let him get on his back, and then you can control how 
much you take."

"Ok, but I’m sure I won’t get him in, he’s just so 
big."

Blake got on the bed, and lay on his back; I got in 
position over the top of him. His hands gripped my 
hips, and he was soon stuck to my cunt like a limpet on 
a ships hull. I went down on his dick, and let it probe 
my wind-pipe. He soon had my pussy back in top gear, 
and the wave of stimulation this produced, was in some 
way driving me to impale myself onto his monster. 
Before I knew what was happening, I’d got just about 
his entire dick into my mouth. 

I’m not sure if I met the five minute dead-line to make 
him shoot, but shoot he did, straight into my throat. 
But my pussy made sure I wasn’t the only one to get cum 
delivery, as I felt his hot spunk hit my throat, my 
cunt started spraying its sticky juice. As he was under 
me, his face and hair were thick with cum be the time I 
got up off him. This caused a bit of hilarity, with the 
joke (and cum) on Jake. Everybody thought just how well 
I’d done.

"Right are ready to try your next acting role?" 

"Yes. Is this the one you said contains simulated 
fucking?"

"That’s right. Do you have any idea what is involved?"

"not really, but I guess you’ll have a guy laid on top 
of me, thrusting his hips back and forward, as if he’s 
fucking me."

"Something like that. What I’ll do is show you the 
story-board for an advert we have got in mind."

He picked up a folder with two or three sheets of card, 
each on had four rough sketches on it.

"Ok. This advert is for south-America, they’re not so 
fussy about nudity over there, and even though we’re 
only selling German Sausage. The advert is pure sex. 
The first caption is the woman laid in a bikini. Then a 
builder in his one-piece coverall working in the 
garden. Then the close-up of her bare tummy. Then the 
close-up of his dick, under the coverall, getting hard. 

The camera traces its movement from the leg of his 
coverall, until its sticking very forcefully, holding 
his coverall out in front of him. Then he marches to 
where she is sunbathing, dick sticking forward. Then he 
grabs her bikini bottom, and pulls it down. At this 
point the camera angle is important, we can show her 
bare belly and mound of public hair, but not her cunt 
lips. Then we have a camera shot from behind the man, 
who pulls his coverall open, all we see is the look of 
absolute delight on the woman’s face. Then a side shot 
from low down, so her leg covers his dick as it pushes 
up her cunt. Now as we 

can actually see his dick or her cunt, it’s his hand 
movements hold his dick, and her face, showing he’s 
pushing his big dick into her. And also being a side 
view, we can tell by the distance he’s standing from 
her, how long his dick is. Next is the most important 
shot of all. 

Now we go to a very close-up sharp focus of her belly, 
and mound. So, as he pushes up inside her, we see the 
event happening, as first her mound swells, then the 
bulge working it way up her belly. Next caption, he’s 
sat down smoking a cigarette looking satisfied. But the 
last shot is her eating a great big bite of this German 
sausage. And the caption says. Nothing can fill you 
belly like our sausages.

"Wow! And this is a real advert?"

"Yes we do lots of adverts that wouldn’t get screened 
over here. So do you get the idea?"

"I think so, but the bit where you see her belly in 
close-up, and all the bulging as his goes inside her, 
how do you get that to happen?"

"Well these days there are three ways. One, we could 
spend a fortune on very cleaver computer animation. Two 
we spend a fortune on very cleaver computer controlled 
robotics. Or three, we simply film a close-up of your 
belly, and let Ben penetrate you."

I almost started to laugh, but stopped suddenly when I 
looked at Graham’s face.

"Hah. You are kidding?"

"Why kidding?"

"You said that I wouldn’t get fucked."

"He won’t be fucking you, just a single penetration. 
It’ll be all done in seconds."

"You wouldn’t expect me to let Ben put his dick up 
inside me?"

"Why ever not? Blake has just had his dick down your 
throat; you never thought you could do that. Several of 
the lads have had their tongues in your cunt. So this 
will just be one simple slow thrust, it’ll take 
seconds. You said you’d do what ever it takes, so long 
as we don’t fuck you"

"But this is just the same thing."

"You’re being silly, I’ll be done in seconds, and you 
did say you do what ever it takes. It’s make your mind 
up time again, a long walk, or stardom?"

"Ok, I suppose I’ll do it. But."

"Ah! The ok was good enough, don’t spoil it with buts. 
So once more just to be clear, you’re giving your 
permission for Ben to penetrate you?"

"But not fuck me."

"You’re in danger of going for a walk. I asked you, 
you’re giving your permission for Ben to penetrate 
you?"

"Yes."

"At last; that wasn’t that bloody hard. Don’t try my 
patience too much, you might regret it."

"We’ll forget all the other bits now, let’s just try to 
get that penetration shot. Is your cunt still worked-up 
enough, or shall I get someone to lick you again?"

"I’ll be ok."

"What about you Ben?"

"I could do with her giving it a suck. Maybe we could 
have a few minutes of sixty-nine like Blake just did, 
that way she’ll be on the boil as well.

"Good idea. Are you going underneath this time?"

He looked at me when he said the last bit. He’d taken 
it for granted that I’d have a sixty-nine with Ben, 
without asking.

I was about to say ok, when I saw what dropped from Ben 
when he lowered his pants. He wasn’t a man, he was a 
horse. It was limp, and hung down his leg like that big 
German sausage in the sketch.

"I think Ben would be better underneath, that dick 
would choke me for sure."

"Whatever. Just get a move-on."

Ben got onto the bed on his back, and we repeated the 
same scenario as I’d done with Blake. But Ben’s dick 
was much bigger, not just length, but big and fat. It 
did penetrate my throat, but not very far, it just 
stuck in the top. My cunt soon started pulsing and I 
was starting to forget about what was to come next.

"Ok that should be enough. Let’s see her take it up 
cunt."

I was laid on my back, and pulled until my bottom was 
on the edge of the bed. Ben stood on the floor, and 
walked up towards me until his dick end made contact 
with my cunt. The guys with the still and shoulder 
cameras both got in close to see my cunt. So much for 
his special camera angle, that didn’t show anything.

"Ok are we all ready?"

Heads nodded all around.

"What about you Brenda, are you ready for it?"

"As I’ll ever be."

"Ok Ben, over to you."

I felt the big dick push, and my cunt opened instantly, 
letting it slide slowly up into my cunt. It was 
stretching me like nothing I’ve ever known. I’d had a 
baby only three months ago, and that was as near as I 
could get to the feeling of what he was doing now, but 
then I’d had injections to kill the pain. The progress 
of his dick was halted; he was pushing, but it wasn’t 
going in.

"Ok abort that shoot. She has got a tight little cunt. 
Ok this is what we’ll have to do. A couple of you start 
sucking her nipples, we know she likes that. One of you 
get up there and let her have a suck on your dick. And 
Ben just ease it in and out a few times. Don’t worry 
girl, we’ll soon have that cunt of your worked-up 
enough."

"But you said he’d only go up me once."

"Didn’t I tell someone to get a dick in her mouth? Well 
do it quick before I sling the stupid bitch out on her 
arse."

A dick was pushed into my mouth, and I shut up, and 
started sucking it. Guys were sucking my nipples, but 
my concentration was on the big dick, that was drawing 
my flesh out as he pulled backwards, and swelling my 
belly as he thrust himself up. It was a very slow 
thrusting, but I could tell it was working as Graham 
had predicted. 

Each thrust took it just a little deeper up inside me. 
I could now detect he was increasing his pace, and as 
he withdrew, it wasn’t pulling quite so hard. Then my 
cunt decided that Ben maybe needed a hand, and as each 
thrust came to me, my cunt told my hips to push against 
it, easing Ben’s dick up just the magic bit more. Now 
it was mission accomplished, his dick was deep enough 
in, and his thrusting was rapid enough to produce the 
telltale sound of his balls slapping against my bum. 

"Ok lads, looks like Bens giving her the full length 
now. All the rest of you can get off her."

Amazingly, they all just moved away, leaving me on my 
back humping my hips and Ben thrusting away up my cunt.

"Ok Ben, stop now. We did promise her no fucking."

Well what the fucking hell was that, if it wasn’t 
fucking! And once again, as soon as he’d got me worked 
up, and not able to resist, he got them to stop. I’m 
sure at that point I wanted Ben to finish the job.

"Right Brenda, see I keep to my side of the bargain."

I didn’t know what to reply to this.

"What’s wrong, are you still too aroused to talk to 
me?"

"It’s not that."

"Well I can tell something’s wrong. That’s one thing 
the lads will tell you about me. I may be a bit of a 
tyrant, but I don’t like to see my girls get upset. 
Come-on lets get this ironed out now. You won’t be able 
to put on a good performance if you’re upset. Tell me 
what it is?"

"You let him fuck me!"

"Don’t be silly, that was just easing your cunt open. I 
stopped him as soon as he’d got his whole length up 
you, didn’t I?"

"I know you did, but he was fucking me for at least two 
or three minutes before you stopped him."

"So you would rather I just got him to force his dick 
up you in one go, he’d have ripped you open. Was that 
what you wanted?"

"No. But you did say I’d only have to take just the one 
penetration, that’s what I agreed to."

"I know what I said. And you still haven’t done that."

"What you mean you want me to do it again?"

"There’s no again about it. We didn’t get the shot of 
him sliding up into you, and watching your belly."

"So you want me to let Ben push it up me again?"

"Well you did agree."

"But this time, it will be just one push up, and then 
it’s all over?"

"That’s all I need for the camera. But do you think 
your cunt will take him this time?"

"Well I guess so; he’s just had all of its length right 
up inside me."

"Ok I’ll waste some time filming, but I can tell you 
now, I know more about your body than you do. There is 
no way on gods earth, that Ben will get himself back up 
to his full length into your cunt, in one push, no 
matter how hard he pushes. And if we try, it’ll be you 
who tell us to stop pushing, because it’s hurting you 
too much."

"So what are you saying? I’ve got to let him fuck me 
again?"

"I’m saying, unless he does the same thing again, 
easing it in and out, until you un-tense yourself, that 
he wont get a full penetration. But if you want him to 
try it in one push, we can have a small bet on how you 
get on."

"What kind of bet?"

"What would you like most right now? To make this your 
last test, and sign the contract and be on your way 
home?"

"Oh yes."

"Does your Harry fuck your arse?"

"No!"

"So like your throat, he wouldn’t mind if someone else 
did?"

"Look you said no fucking."

"I said no fucking was needed for the selection. This 
is nothing to do with that. This is a bet between me 
and you, and I fancy fucking your arse."

"No. I couldn’t do that."

"So you’re no confident that you can take this dick in 
one go? In that case, there’s no point in wasting time 
filming. Ben might as well start easing his dick in and 
out again, and I’ll get the boys back on your tits."

"You mean fucking me?"

"You do have to get over this silly terminology thing. 
Now which way are we doing it? Am I getting the lads to 
work on your tits, while Ben pushes his dick in and out 
of your cunt until it goes in easily? Or am I filming 
you trying to take it in one? If you manage it, then we 
sign your contract, and give you a lift home. But if 
you tell Ben to stop pushing, because you can’t take 
the pain, then I have a date with that little bum of 
yours."

I didn’t want Ben to start fucking me again, the single 
penetration, was bad enough, but at least once he was 
up, it would all be over. When he fucked me last time, 
if Graham hadn’t told him to stop, I was to far gone to 
have protested, I’d have just let him go all the way. 
And I didn’t know what would happen to me next, because 
if the rest of them wanted to fuck me, I’d be in no 
state to say anything, I’d just open up and let them. 

It was as though I was more afraid of my own actions, 
or no-actions, than I was of them forcing me. But I 
guess that’s because, so far everything they’ve done, 
it’s been me who’s agreed to it. I’d had his full 
length up inside me; his balls had been slapping my 
arse. All I had to do was relax, and think sexy, my 
cunt would just open up and let him in. I’d made up my 
mind.

"Ok I’ll take e your bet. Get your cameras rolling, and 
one of you might as well go and start the Jag, I’ll be 
finished here before the engine gets warmed up."

"That’s what I like to hear, a girl who is determined. 
But before you start you do need to tell the camera 
what you’re going to let me do, if you should fail."

"No problem, because it wont happen. But the bet is, if 
I can take all Ben’s dick in one push, I’ll let you 
fuck my bum."

"Ok boys cameras ready, Ben are you still fully erect?"

"Not really, it could do with a bit of sucking."

"Come-on, bring it here, I’ll get it back to it former 
glory for you."

I volunteered for this, more to make sure I was worked 
up, than to help them. I took hold, and got it in my 
mouth, in no time, my pussy was working, and I knew it 
wouldn’t let me down. I was confident, that I was 
aroused enough to do the business.

"Ok is he big enough for you now?"

"Very good, now on your back, and we’ll stop Ben when 
you start screaming."

I lay back Ben put his dick up to my cunt, and it 
opened to welcome him in. I felt it slowly pushing 
inside, and the stretching started. Up it went, making 
good progress, but the pain was definitely building, I 
hadn’t expected it to be this bad. I want going to let 
them know, I kept my lips tight shut not making a 
sound.

"You’re not smiling any more, is it starting to hurt 
you?"

I didn’t speak, just shook my head. Ben increased his 
force, but the dick had stopped going in.

"Do you want him to push harder? I don’t think you’ve 
even got as much in this time, as you did the first 
time he tried."

Could he be right? No surely it must be almost all in. 
I didn’t reply, but nodded my head, and with pursed 
lips to stop myself from screaming, I tried to smile.

"Ok Ben. See how much you can force in, but no need to 
hurt yourself, she’ll be screaming any second."

This Graham certainly knew about women, I was convinced 
I would have been able to take it, but no. Ben thrust 
himself into me, and I let out an almighty scream.

"Fucking hell! God no! Stop! For mercy’s sake stop!"

"Ok Ben, ease it out gently."

Ben pulled out, and Graham’s face came beaming up to 
mine as I lay there, still quivering with pain.

"I did try to tell you. So from now on, if I say black 
is white, you believe me. I’ve fucked and filmed more 
girls in my life time in this job, than you’ve had hot 
dinners. So now are you going to tell me what you’ve 
learned from that little episode?"

"That you know about women."

"That is right. And do you also know how we can get 
your cunt to open up enough to let Ben get a full 
penetration?"

"Yes."

"I know you do, what I want, is for you to tell the 
camera."

"I’ll have to let a couple of men play with my nipples, 
while Ben keeps working himself in and out of me, until 
I get turned-on enough for him to get it all up inside 
me."

"Well being as you’ve not learned part of my knowledge, 
why don’t you take over part of my job, and you can 
tell the boys what to do to you."

I was about to ask if I had to do this, but one look at 
his face, convinced me it wasn’t worth asking.

"Blake, will you come a suck one of my tits for me? 
Jake will you suck the other one. Ok Ben, please go 
gently this time, I still feel tender from our last 
try."

"I can see you like my Black studs, good choice, not 
that I’m saying anything about you two, but it nice to 
see the colour contrast with her little pale white body 
against their black skin."

Well my nipples were well and truly firmed up again, 
and Ben was fucking me (sorry easing me open) with a 
slow stroke. This was now like the first time, 
stretching me open, and pulling my whole inside back as 
he withdrew. Gradually I could feel he was starting to 
penetrate deeper, and in knew this was a sign I was 
getting very worked-up.

"Come-on my dear, you’re supposed to be directing him. 
Can’t you tell your cunt is starting to loosen-up?"

"Y yes. Should I tell them all to stop now, and try to 
get it up me?"

"No. You weren’t paying attention. You need to keep 
getting him to go faster, that’s what gets the cunt 
working."

"Faster Ben faster."

He did as I requested, and he was now holding onto my 
waist, pumping more dick into me than I’d ever been 
fucked with in my life before. I was now past the point 
where I could control my actions, let alone tell him 
what to do. All I appeared to be capable of was garbled 
moans of pleasure.

"Oh god. Oh Oh Oh no. more. Faster. More please more. 
Oh oh oh oh no I’m I I’m cuming oh yes oh yes more fuck 
me more fuck me. Oh god!"

Well, Ben did as I’d requested, and I squired all over 
the base of his dick and balls, while he shot his cum 
somewhere deep up in my cunt.

"Well done my dear. You certainly let him go a lot 
further than I’d have done if I’d been directing him, 
but that’s your prerogative, if you want fucking that’s 
your choice. Now while you’re still relaxed, let’s get 
that penetration shot as he slides up your belly."

I didn’t reply, to either resist, or anything else, I 
was totally beaten. Then Ben spoke up.

"Sorry boss. If you want me to penetrate her, you’ll 
have to give me five, she’s just had me shooting my 
load up her cunt, and the dick here will take a few 
seconds to recover its size."

"No problem. Blake, are you up to it?"

"Sure am, she’s got me hot as hell, I’d fuck a cat on a 
stick."

"Ok are you ready Brenda?"

"Yes."

"Ok slide it up her."

Blake slid his big dick slowly into my cunt, it kept 
going, stretching me as it went, until his ball sack 
made contact with my crotch. It had slid in 
effortlessly, and it was about the same size as Ben’s 
dick, I was just well and truly on heat. Blake pulled 
out, and was about to walk away.

"No don’t take it out. She’ll only go off the boil. I 
need to just check whether we got the right camera 
angle. You just keep her simmering on the back burned, 
so she’s ready to go if I need a re-run."

I heard all this, and understood this guy was going to 
carry-on fucking away at me, but I didn’t make any 
comment or try to resist him.

Blake had me by my hips, and was playing with my 
emotions, pumping me slowly, and then leaning forward 
to suck at a nipple. As he let my nipple, he’d make a 
little remark, no always the same, but just teasing me. 
Things like.

"Little Brenda likes big Blake’s big black dick, 
doesn’t she?"

Or.

"All you have to do is ask, and I’ll spunk it up you."

"Look lads this is the most we’ve seen her smile all 
day."

Then he turned to Graham.

"Hey boss, have decided yet?"

"No were still having problems with this bloody 
equipment, keep her going a bit longer."

"Sorry boss, I’m gona’ have to let her have this lot, 
you’ll need someone else if you want another try.

"That’s ok, Jake can try next. Go on, you might as well 
clear you balls out, I bet you’re about to burst."

"Ok girl, are you ready to take it?"

I didn’t answer, but I smiled, and nodded my head.

Graham looked across.

"Not good enough, you have to speak up, for the 
camera."

"Yes I’m ready for you."

That was all he needed, he started to fuck me like 
crazy, full long strokes, and he was pounding my for at 
least five, maybe ten minutes. It was all bullshit 
about him not being able to hold it, and having to 
shoot right away. He just wanted to fuck me, and I like 
a mug, said he could. And he’ like the stud he was, 
did. And boy was that some fuck! Once again, I squired, 
and he shot his cum into my cunt, the same as Ben had 
done.

By the time I’d started to come to my senses, Jake was 
lined-up, ready for his penetration shot. Graham looked 
at me.

"Ready to try again?"

I nodded.

"Speak for the camera."

"Yes I’m ready."

"Ok boy, nice and slowly, we want to see her belly 
ripple."

This was a repeat of Blake, a slow push going all the 
way in. but his time, graham looked at me, and asked.

"I’ve got to check this one out; you’re ok with him 
keeping you simmering for me?"

He hadn’t asked last time, but I really was to far gone 
at this point to say anything, I couldn’t even workout 
if I should be nodding or shaking my head, I just 
stared back at him.

"She isn’t protesting, and I want to try her with one 
of the white guys next, so you might as well just 
unload yourself up her, it’ll keep her at the ready."

This guy just started humping away, and I went with 
him, thrusting my hips in unison with his. Not that he 
needed my help, his dick as also a big monster. We both 
cum together, my orgasm triggered by him shooting up 
inside me. As soon as he pulled out, one of the white 
guys was pushing his dick in, I could see it was a 
white guy, but I was too far gone to remember what his 
name was. He just started fucking; no slow penetration 
shot this time, he wanted just wanted a fuck. 

While he was fucking me, the other white guy knelt 
astride my head, and lowered his dick to my mouth. I 
took it in, and started sucking, but he just thrust 
himself deep into my throat, and started fucking. I was 
helpless, and again as my cunt felt the spunk flowing, 
I heaved myself about, and squired my juice. The guy in 
my mouth hadn’t cum yet, so he immediately replaced the 
guy who’d just vacated my cunt. This last guy cum 
within seconds of sticking it up me, before I was ready 
to start getting back into another orgasm. Now I was 
just left to lay on the bed, spread open, cunt dripping 
cum and pussy juice.

After some five minutes or so, graham looked at me and 
spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fucked!"

"Now now, we don’t call that fucking. Do we? They were 
just loosening you up. Isn’t that right?"

"I guess so."

"So would you say the loosening-up session worked?"

"Yes."

"So would you say you’re ready to pay of the bet you 
lost?"

"Oh god, I forgot about that."

"I take it your arse is still a virgin arse."

"Yes."

"Ok, I’ll take it easy on you; until you tell me you’re 
you want it harder."

"Will it hurt me?"

"Like all these things, the first few thrusts will 
smart as little, but before I’ve been on you for long, 
you’ll be asking me to fuck you with all I’ve got. I 
guess I’m a bit like your Harry, I haven’t got a big 
dick like these guys, you’ll take me without any 
problem. So are you ready?"

"Yes. But please go gentle."

"Ok camera ready. Come-on, on your back, and grab your 
legs, pull them up as high as you can. I want your 
bottom right up here for the camera to focus on."

"You’re not doing this on camera?"

"Oh yes we are. I want to see you bottom before and 
after. So get your legs up, and tell the camera, I 
fucking your arse with your full permission."

Up I pulled my legs, showing my bottom to the lens. 
Then looking at the camera through the ‘V’ my legs were 
forming.

"Graham has my permission to fuck my bottom."

"Good girl. Ok you two, grab her legs, and don’t let 
her back off me."

John and Richard grabbed an ankle apiece and pulled my 
legs high and wide.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m gona’ fuck this pretty little arse, so hold onto 
your garters girl."

He lowered himself up to my bottom, and his dick pushed 
at my hole. The whole of that area was covered in spunk 
and cunt juice, so there was no problem with 
lubrication. My bottom opened, and up he pushed. It was 
a very weird sensation, and the first minute or so, I 
was kicking and struggling for all I was worth, but 
they had got me a in a very tight hold.

Then as he pumped deeper, and there were guys sucking 
at my tits, I started to mellow, and the struggling 
stopped. Then I started to feel my pussy getting very 
excited, he was fucking my arse, but it was my pussy 
that was driving me. Before I realised what I was 
doing, I was starting to moan silly words again.

"Oh oh oh y yes. Yes graham. Fuck it. Harder. Oh yes 
that’s it fuck it."

Needless to say he rammed for all he was worth, and I 
squirted from my pussy a few second after he’d shot up 
my arse, and pulled out.

"Shit that was fantastic. What a fucking find. She 
really is a goer’"

Then John turned to Graham who was still laid on his 
back recovering.

"Are we gona’ bother with the last two scenarios?"

Graham sat up.

"Yeh. Why not. It’s good to keep letting her come down, 
and then breaking her again."

John looked at me.

"Ok love, there’s a shower tray over there, get 
yourself cleaned-up, and I’ll find you some clothes to 
wear."

I suddenly started to come to my senses. They’re going 
to start taking pictures of me. This is where it all 
pays off; I’m really going to be a model. I was filled 
with such a feeling of elation. I know they’d tricked 
me, and I’d fucked, when I said that I wouldn’t go that 
far. But what the hell, my husband fucks me whenever he 
wants to, and he’s never made me into a super star. 

I was under the shower, singing away to myself, still 
in full view of all eleven men, and I couldn’t care 
less. Then as I’d finished washing, someone passed me a 
big towel, and I dried myself down. I was being helped 
by two of the black guys, Blake, and I think the other 
was Jake, but who cares what his name is. These guys 
soon took-over my drying, by carrying me to the bed, 
and patting me all over while I lay spread-eagled. 

The bed had been changed, and it now had clean fresh 
smelling black satin sheets to lie on. Then they passed 
me some clothes, and told me to put them on. What they 
had given me was the kind of outfit you’d expect a 
nightclub hostess to wear. Short dress, low cut top, 
stockings and skimpy knickers.

"Oh good, we're going to do the photo shoot now. I 
might have known this would be the kind of gear you’d 
want to photograph me in."

"Well not really, I still have two little acting rolls 
for you to play-out for me first. That is if you don’t 
mind?"

"I guess so, what do they involve?"

"Look I’ll be honest; you’ve already got the contract, 
even if you don’t do these last two things for me. But 
it would really be the icing on the cake, if you do 
this just to please me."

"Ok, tell me what you expect me to do, and if I can do 
it, I promise I will."

"Oh my dear, this is something that I know you can do, 
it’s just depends if you want to please me or not. Your 
ability was never in doubt; you’ve already shown us 
that you’ve got what it takes. I’m sure you realise 
that costume you’ve got on makes you look like a club 
hostess? And over there are two of my studs all 
dressed-up sitting at what could be a night club table. 

"Here is a tray of drinks. And behind the curtains they 
just put on that frame, is the bed you’ve just been 
using. So your last two scenes are both opposite ends 
of the emotional spectrum. This first one, you play a 
hostess slut, who willingly takes money from two 
customers, to go into the private room, behind that 
curtain. Then she lets both men have her at once, and 
shows she’s enjoying it. What’s wrong? You look like 
you don’t like the sound of this scene?"

"If my interpretation of what you just said is right, 
I’m not sure I do."

"Oh that’s a shame; that will disappoint me. Tell you 
what, you think about it for a minute, I just need to 
go and spend a penny, I won’t be long."

As soon as he’d left the room, Richard took my arm.

"For gods sake Brenda, don’t you realise he’s still 
testing you?"

"But he said, I’ve already been selected, and this last 
bit was only voluntary."

"Fuck what he said! Don’t tell me you’re willing to 
screw-up now, after you’ve gone this far. All you’ve 
done will have all been for nothing if you fuck-up 
now."

"But if I understand what he was asking, he expects me 
to let both of them fuck me at once. I’ve seen a video 
of that kind of thing, and I don’t think I could do 
that, especially with two men hung like horses."

"Maybe it would be a bit extreme; taking two men as big 
as them, but if I can get him to maybe let you do it 
with him and John? Neither of them are that big, you’d 
take both of them without any problem."

"I don’t know. I don’t like the thought of it."

"Well take my word, if you refuse him, you can kiss 
that contract goodbye, and the bastard will leave you 
out here in the moors to walk home naked."

The door opened, and in came Graham.

"Well my lovely, have you had time to think?"

My head was spinning; I didn’t know what to say.

"Yes."

"What you mean yes you’ll do it? That’s wonderful; I 
can’t begin to tell you how glad I am."

"No. Sorry, I didn’t mean I’d decided to do it."

"So what did you mean?"

"I mean, yes I’ve had time to think about it."

"So I take it from that, that you’ve thought, and 
decided not to try and please me?"

"Honest, I do want to please you, but what you’re 
asking is too much."

"IS IT? WELL IF THAT’S THE CASE."

His manner was very agitated, and the level of his 
voice rose. I began to realise Richard was telling me 
the truth. So I butted in before Graham had finished 
talking.

"Please graham. I hadn’t finished. I was just going to 
suggest another idea."

"Another idea? And what makes you think I need ideas 
from you?"

"Please listen. I really do want to please you, but 
taking two men inside me for the first time is bad 
enough, but I really don’t think I could take two men 
with dicks the size of your men here."

"We both know that once they’d eased you in a bit, you 
could take those two guys at once if you wanted to. And 
we both know the only problem you’d have would be 
stopping yourself from asking them to go all the way, 
and fuck you for real."

"Please, not for my first time? Maybe I could do the 
scene with you and Richard?"

"So you’re willing to do the double with me and 
Richard?"

"Yes, but it is only a simulation for the camera, 
you’re not going to fuck me for real?"

"Of course it’s only a simulation. What do you think 
we’re doing here, making porn movies? Ok, we’ll go for 
that, but I don’t see why John should get left out. 
John can join us, and we’ll take turns on you. Is that 
a deal?"

"Ok, I’ll do it. What happens next?"

So now I’d somehow talked myself into letting three men 
fuck me!

"Good girl. Now we’ve got the business of whether you 
get selected or not out of the way, I know you’re going 
this far just to please me. And that does feel good. 
Right you two, she doesn’t want you for this scene, so 
you can stand down. But Blake, you can give her 
directions. Come-on lads, looks like we’re on set."

With that, the two studs moved away from the little 
table, and Graham, John and Richard all sat around it.

Blake went through what I was expected to do as far a 
serving the drinks, and picking-up the punters. But he 
said once behind the curtains, let them just put you 
into what position they want. All you have to do is 
look happy, and go with the flow. I picked-up the tray 
and took them their drinks. When I got to the table, I 
stood close to John, with my legs just slightly parted. 

I made sure that I stretched myself right over the 
table when I gave Graham his drink. John took the 
opportunity to have a little play with my cunt. All I 
did was to lift one leg a bit allowing him greater 
access. His fingers were up inside my cunt, and he was 
ramming me hard. Then Graham spoke.

"How much would it cost to take you into a private 
room?"

"Sorry buddy, if you need to ask, you can’t afford me."

He them took a platinum credit card from his wallet, 
and placed it on my tray.

"Ok darling. Now you’ve got the money, lead us to where 
we can sample your goodies."

I slipped the card into a little purse, and spun 
around, dislodging John’s fingers, and marched towards 
the curtains. They followed, and we were soon stood 
around the bed, all of them stripping off. I did the 
same, and we were soon all naked.

They all got onto the bed, and lay down on their backs, 
I was then beckoned to kneel on the bed, and go from 
dick to dick until I’d got them all aroused. I worked 
my way back and forth between them, using both my 
hands, and my mouth. During this process, I had their 
hands all over my body. Needless to say, by the time 
they were all worked-up and hard, I was more than 
worked-up. My cunt was dripping juice, and throbbing 
with anticipation.

Graham was already on his back, and the other two got 
to their knees, and positioned me in a squatting stance 
with my bottom directly above his dick, facing away 
from him. They eased me down, until his dick touched my 
bottom. Then John pushed a finger up my cunt, rubbed it 
around a little, and drew it out complete with lots of 
slimy cunt juice. This he poked up my bottom, and he 
once again rubbed his finger around, this time up my 
bum. Then as his finger came out, they eased me down 
onto Graham’s eager dick. 

Graham had also been rubbing around my cunt to collect 
my juice, and he’d lubricated his shaft. So when they 
lowered me down, the dick slid in the whole way, until 
the cheeks of my bum were on his hips. Then graham’s 
hands reached around my tits, and he pulled me back 
down towards himself. 

I lay back on him, and he began pumping his shaft in 
and out of my bum. This was supposed to be a simulation 
for the filming, so I tried to remind Graham of that.

"Its ok, you’ve got it all in. There’s no need to ease 
it up now."

"I’ve told you before; I know what I’m doing. While 
we’re filming, the only use for your mouth is to 
swallow cum, so SHUT THE FUCK UP."

He now increased the pace of his fucking, drawing his 
full length almost out, and ramming it back as 
violently as he could.

"Ok john, you fuck her cunt, and don’t go easy on her, 
I want her well and truly gone."

John was all for this kind of instruction, and he was 
instantly forcing his dick into my cunt. I expected 
this to be a real painful experience, especially with 
John following his orders. But no, up it went, and all 
it did was send me from my conscious state, into a 
state of sexual frenzy. I heard graham saying something 
else, but I was too far gone to understand or care. But 
as Richard was soon pushing his dick into my mouth, and 
down my throat, I expect that was what he’d instructed. 
This session was somewhat of a blur, as taking two men 
at once, cunt and arse, drove my little body wild. 

I do know they stopped after a short while, and all 
changed places, but who was where I neither knew nor 
cared. Then I felt someone shooting hot cum up my bum, 
and this triggered my first orgasm of this session. 
They all pulled out, to watch me squirt, and I could 
sense there were three men standing above me shooting 
their cum over my body. Then as I was eased down again, 
this time I was laid face downwards, and the man under 
me, was going up my cunt. 

As he slid effortlessly up to his full length he 
started fucking me, and as I look down at his grinning 
face. It was John, and I know I was far gone, but it 
still seamed unusual for him to be grinning like this. 
I’d expect him to be happy; he was fucking me after 
all. But this was different, a wicked grin, like a 
cheeky school-boy. Then as the dick started probing my 
arse, John stopped his thrusting, just long enough to 
give the man on top of me a chance to get his dick end 
located in my bum. 

But this wasn’t one of the three men in suits, it was 
far too big. This must have been one of the studs. So 
that was what john found amusing. Now even though my 
bum is tighter, and initially it hurt more with the big 
dick, once this guy got my hole open, he was up to his 
full length in seconds.

Now they both started their thrusting, and with a dick 
in excess of twelve inches long up your bum, this is a 
lot of thrusting. My cunt and arse were getting pulled 
from pillar to post, well mainly my bum. Then once the 
initial pangs of pain had subsided, I felt like I was 
in heaven. Who went next, how many times I cum, I can’t 
recall. 

The rest of this session is quite vague in my mind, but 
as far as I’m aware, they only had one of the studs 
join in with their fucking. They repeatedly fucked all 
my holes, shooting their cum when and wherever they 
wanted to. I put up absolutely no resistance, on the 
contrary, once worked-up, I loved every minute. And 
when they eventually stopped, I lay there with a 
satisfied smile.

Again I was allowed to come back to normality, and it’s 
only then, that it really hits you. To find yourself 
with cameras and men all around, while you’re laid 
spread wide covered in cum, it really makes you feel 
small and vulnerable.

"You’re back with us again. I told you that you 
wouldn’t have a problem taking one of my studs. You did 
well their, when you’re ready you can shower-up again, 
then we can do our last scene, and you’ll be done for 
the day."

I felt like I’d been done already, in fact I didn’t 
think I could stand up. I wobbled my way across to the 
shower, and the water did seem to rejuvenate me a 
little. Then as I was handed a towel, two of the Black 
guys helped me back to the bed, where they proceeded to 
dry me down.

One guy handed me one of those energy drinks, and said.

"Come-on girl, this’ll help."

"Thanks."

I drank it down in seconds, and sat there gasping for 
breath.

"Hey girl. Steady on. There's no need to rush, we can 
wait for you."

"She certainly looks fucked."

"So she should, she’s done well for a novice."

Then Graham came across and put a pile of clothes down 
on the bed beside me.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I’m ok. Just a little tired."

Well when you’re ready, you can get yourself dressed, 
and I've just got this one last scene for you to do. 
I’ll explain what it’s about, but don’t think I’m 
rushing you, take as much time as you want. And 
remember, this is like the last scene you did for me, 
it’s purely to please me, no pressure, and you’ve 
already earned your contract."

Now while he was telling me I had all the time in the 
world, Richard was stood up behind him gesturing like 
crazy. He couldn’t actually say anything, otherwise 
graham would have known. But it was obvious from 
Richard’s gestures, that I didn’t have all the time in 
the world, and like last time he was indicating Graham 
would sling me out if I didn’t do as I was told. Who 
should I believe? The only thing I knew was, that if I 
did ‘Fuck-up’ at this last stage, as Richard had put 
it, then everything I’d been through would have been 
for nothing. So far, I’d been fucked, sorry ‘eased 
open’, in every conceivable hole, so what ever came 
next couldn’t be much worse.

Back to Graham who was now telling me this last scene 
was to show the opposite emotion to the last one, this 
was to be fear. I had decided to follow Richards’s 
advice, and the clothes I’d now started to put on, 
would make me look like a respectable straight laced 
woman. Long skirt, high neckline, dark colours etc. 

They'd changed the look of the place, one wall of the 
studio now had a backdrop that looked like a brick 
wall, and the floor was covered in a rubber sheet, that 
look to all the world like cobbles. He explained the 
lighting would be low, to simulate a dark night. And by 
a series of shooting me walking, then going back to the 
start again, and re-shooting, they’d give the illusion 
of me walking down a long lonely road in the dark. I 
had to pretend I heard noises, and look scared. Then 
the five men would appear, and surround me. They would 
then film a simulated rape scene.

Now I’d heard about his ‘simulation’ before, and even 
believed him. But every time, I’d just ended up being 
fucked. So I had no reason to believe this time would 
be different.

"Well what do you think; will you do this last little 
scene for me?"

"If I say yes, then I wont be asked to do anything 
more, and I’ll get my lift back home?"

"That’s the deal; you can be snuggled up on the back 
seat of the Jag, with a contract in your pocket, 
speeding your way back home down the motorway in no 
time."

"But the rape scene, they won’t just be simulating 
their fucking?"

"What! Are you asking if they can fuck you for real?"

"No, I’m just saying, you say it will be a simulation, 
and then when I agree to do it, I always end up getting 
fucked."

"Fucking hell! Just when I thought we were getting on 
so well. So you don’t want the contract after all?"

Why had I opened my mouth, I know what I said was true, 
but why the fuck did I say anything. Now I had to 
rapidly eat shit to calm him down again.

"Please. I didn't say I won’t do it. Please just try to 
forget I spoke. I will do the scene."

"I don’t know about you anymore. Just when I was 
thinking what a good little girl you’d been, you get 
all bitchy."

"Please. I promise, I'll be that good little girl 
again. Please let me do the scene for you."

"Ok, but I’ll want a full consent statement direct to 
camera before we start shooting."

"Ok. Just tell me what you want me to say."

So here I was facing the camera reading from an out of 
shot clipboard.

"High guys. My name is Brenda. I’m thirty years old, 
and normally I'm your everyday house wife. But today 
I’m moonlighting in this studio with five handsome 
hunks. And although the action you're gona' see is 
definitely real, don't worry about me, they're not 
really raping me, and my screams will only be acting. 
So by the time I get to speak to you on camera again, 
I’ll have been fucked by the best. So this is Brenda 
saying bye for now, and wish me luck, cos’ looking at 
the equipment these guys are packing, I’m gona’ need 
it."

"Very good, now let’s see you in action. First of all, 
a few slow walks, looking nervously behind you".

Well before I knew where we were, the preliminary stuff 
was over. We were at the bit where the five men all 
dressed in old tatty clothing, converged in on me 
forcing me back to the brick wall with nowhere to go. I 
can remember the first few tugs, as they started 
ripping the clothes from me, you wouldn’t imagine just 
how much that can hurt you. But then my clothing was 
gone, and they’d got me on the cobbles, my first 
thought was, how comfortable these cobbles were. They’d 
looked real, but were only rubber, and even though I 
was thrown down roughly, it was painless. But from then 
on, I can tell you, the pain started. No working me up, 
no time to get aroused. And even though I knew it 
wasn’t real, just the scene with five rough men 
surrounding me, had got me scared. 

So as these guys hauled my legs open, and one of them 
rammed me, I wasn’t prepared for the pain. I let out a 
shriek, and all I got back was laughter. They weren’t 
caressing my nipples; they were biting them, and biting 
hard. Someone started ramming my throat, but he was 
told to leave me to scream. Which I can tell you I was 
doing; I was screaming that loud, it was hurting my own 
ears. I was turned over, and now had another man 
forcing himself up my bum. My screaming must have gone 
on for about five minutes. 

Gradually I lost the energy to scream, as the pain was 
now subsiding. My revulsion had gradually turned into a 
resignation of my situation. Once I reached that stage, 
my cunt juices, started to kick-in. So from now on, I 
was a willing participant, sucking and fucking in what 
ever position or combination they wanted. 

And they wanted every position known to man. I guess 
most of the time I had one up my cunt, one up my arse, 
and one in my mouth, with my hands wanking the other 
two. But I know at one stage, they had two guys in my 
cunt at the same time! Well I kept cuming, and so did 
they, in every hole, and everywhere. They didn’t stop 
until all five of them could produce no more spunk. 
Then they simply walked away and left me on the 
cobbles.

"Ok Brenda, can you look up a minute?"

It was graham. I slowly lifted my head, and could 
hardly see him for the spunk in my eyes.

"You did real well, now the closing line for the film, 
just wipe some of that cum from your eye, and read the 
board for me."

I didn’t feel like doing this, but once done, I knew it 
would all be over.

"High again guys. I was going to say, I don’t feel 
quite so spunky as last time I spoke to you, but I 
guess looking at me, you’ll all think I’m spunky 
enough. Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as me. And 
don’t forget, I’m just an ordinary housewife, not a 
stuck-up snob. So if you ever meet me in the street, 
come and tell me if you liked my little show. Now bye 
for now, and we’ll leave you with a closing picture of 
my cunt."

I read it, very badly, and hesitating on some of the 
sentences. But as it was live to camera, I hadn’t got 
time to workout what I was saying before it was spoken.

"Right my dear, that’s the filming over. Are you ready 
to fuck?"

I looked at him in complete amazement, I’d almost come 
back down to earth, and his words hit me like a sledge-
hammer. But it wasn’t just his words, all the camera 
men, were standing there naked, along with John 
Richard, and Graham was busy getting himself to the 
same condition.

They just all piled in, and started fucking me again. I 
was turned on enough so there was no pain, but it was 
just a series of being turned from one way to another, 
and dick after dick shooting up every orifice. They 
pounded me for what felt like a lifetime, and when 
they’d done, I really couldn't get to my feet. They had 
to carry me to the shower tray, and wash me while I lay 
in a heap. I was dried, and put back into my own 
clothes. Then carried to the Jag, and off home we went. 
In seconds I was asleep, and didn’t wake until Richard 
shook me when we'd reached about half a mile away from 
my home.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh god, it really happened. I thought it was just a 
dream. What time is it?"

"Nearly quarter past three. See I told you we’d get you 
back home before three thirty. How do you feel?" 

"Tired."

John spoke up.

"I think she means fucked."

"That’s enough. There's no need to rub it in, I bet she 
feels bad enough already without you going on."

"That’s ok. I can take his comments. What happens now?"

"What do you mean? We’ll drop you of at your house, and 
you can go and pick up your baby."

"No I mean what happens about the modelling contract, 
how long before someone gets in touch with me?"

"Hah hah. The stupid bitch still hasn’t clicked."

"Richard. What’s he laughing at? Please don’t tell me 
that was all a con trick."

"Sorry girl. I thought you’d have realised by now."

I curled back up into a ball, and burst into tears.

"Don’t feel too bad. Everyone fall for it. You’re 
number fifty-one. So far, we’ve conned five women every 
week, and every single one has let us film them being 
fucked. Admittedly some took more persuading than you, 
but on the other hand, some took a lot less. But 
tomorrow, we’ll have some other would-be model sitting 
back there, with her cunt getting all moist, wondering 
just how much she’ll have to show to get selected. 

"By the afternoon, she’ll be like you are now, feeling 
so stupid, with her cunt and arse full of cum. Just put 
it down to experience, and be glad we weren’t murdering 
rapists. You're back home in time to feed baby, and 
make Harry’s tea, so no real harm done."

"You fucking bastards! I’m phoning the police the 
second I get in."

"That’s no problem my dear, maybe you’ll remember, that 
before we got you to do anything, or any of us touched 
you, you always gave us permission on camera. And if 
you want to go to a police station, and have lots of 
hairy arsed plods gauping up your twat to see how much 
cum you took, then be our guest. But don't forget, 
hubby won't be to happy his wife was so fucking silly 
that she went of in a car with two men she’d never even 
seen before. Anyway, this is your house. So do we get a 
goodbye kiss?"

"Fuck-off." 

And with that I slammed the door as hard as I could. 
The window wound down.

"I’ll take that as a no then. Bye Brenda, keep them 
legs open, cos’ if you can’t get famous showing your 
clit, your face certainly ain't gona' do it for you." 

I guess that’s the end of this part of my story, I 
picked up baby, and made Harry’s tea, as they’d told me 
to, so I was even following their instructions now 
they’d gone. There is more to this tale, and it does 
involve me unwilling letting a complete stranger fuck 
me. But after that I get very withdrawn, and devote my 
life to the church. Well that turned out to be an even 
bigger mistake. 

But you won’t here about that, unless I get enough 
email to show people are interested.

THE END?

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