Dull Day
The clock got me up too early again. It was still set to allow time for sex in bed and in the shower. I missed the sex again, so I used my own finger in the shower again. I also noticed that my shaved pussy felt a little rough. Part of getting ready that morning was to use hair dissolving cream on my pussy and around the trademark red circle of pubic hair.
I checked my schedule. I had morning and afternoon shows. Wednesday evening still showed a shoot in the hotel conference room / studio and that I was to report to Willis. I did my hair in a wave and put on light eye makeup. Homework filled the excess time before breakfast.
Several girls came into the buffet for breakfast naked. They all smiled at me and the ones who fit joined our table.
I told Jerry that my schedule still showed the shoot with Ralph that was cancelled.
"Not Ralph. Willis booked you almost as soon as last night's shoot was over. He's using Ralph's reservation of that room. Photo assistants are usually trying to break into the business. This is how they do it, by getting their own assignments. Ralph has a reputation for being good at letting them do that," Jerry explained.
I sat there all glum because I was booked to work when I'd asked for the evening off. I wanted fun for sure and sex if I could get it. Yes, I was getting oversexed.
Jerry got the room's attention when he thought almost everyone was there. The agency's block of hotel rooms was getting crowded and more models were expected for the peak at the end of the week. We were going to have to double up and the agents were going to have to move out. Jerry would bunk at Dickie's. Helen and the others would stay with other people from the New York office.
About half the models would be moving this morning. I noticed Rachel smiling. In hindsight, that smile was at me and it was predatory.
I got my coat after breakfast and went in a taxi with Dickie. He dropped two models off at their show, then dropped Tish and me at ours.
He caught me just before I got out of the cab and said, "Your afternoon show is really close. I'll see you here and show you a good, close place to eat, 'kay?"
I agreed and we had an arrangement.
The first show's designer, Eva, works in conservative daytime dresses and business suits. My freshly trimmed trademark showed a lot when I wore jackets and blouses. My boobs jiggled around all the time and showed when I wore pants, skirts or didn't button the jackets. The designer knew our sizes and left the one-piece dresses to Tish and the others they were sized to fit.
Sound familiar? It gets repetitious for us models, too. After a while it gets mechanical. We put on the number, and yes, it's just a number, and walk it. It's nothing special if it doesn't look special or make us feel special. Lets just say this show was all conservative. Showing those things with one piece on each model? Not so conservative.
Jerry picked up Tish right after the show. I was waiting around for Dickie. Eva came around looking for me.
"The buzz is right. You're great. We'll have to do more show samples for that body type and get you into dresses. It'll be a shame to hide the spectacular boobs or that little sparkle on your mound," she said. "You starred in this show. You have our votes."
I saw Dickie get out of a taxi before I could ask about that 'vote' stuff. I thanked Eva, mostly for the compliments that I did understand. I slipped into my coat and just held it closed with my hands. Dickie and I smiled at each other as soon as I walked out of the building. He promised me only a short walk to the restaurant, so I kept holding the coat.
This big guy with a stubbly beard, stocking cap and ragged jacket and jeans stepped out an of ally between buildings right in front of us. There were only two things not old, dingy and ragged about him: the new sneakers and the long, shiny knife.
"Give it over - money and cards," he demanded.
That was a stickup, so I stuck 'em up. I raised one hand a little above shoulder level. The other hand went slowly for the purse deep in the pocket of my coat. Dickie played it smart. He slowly reached into his suit jacket to get his wallet.
My boobs must have sensed something exciting going on. They pushed the coat open to see. The mugger looked me up and down. His jaw dropped open and his knife dropped to the sidewalk.
Dickie reached for the knife before the mugger could recover. He turned to check that I was alright. That must have been the first time he'd seen me without the coat buttoned closed. Dickie's jaw dropped open and the knife made another trip to the sidewalk.
The mugger recovered by then, bent down and went for the knife. My sensible shoes have two inch heels and are pretty light. I still used them. I kicked at the mugger's head. He sensed my foot coming and looked up - right into my spread-open pussy. Dickie got some of that view, too. Dickie stood stunned. The mugger landed on his ass 'cause I'd kicked him in the face. Dickie easily recovered first and got the knife. I closed my coat.
A policeman came running up. He drew his gun when he saw the knife.
"Hold it right there! Drop the knife!" he ordered.
Dickie released the knife and I released my coat again. The cop got his own excellent view inside my coat.
Now, New York City pays good money for guns that are safe in that they won't fire if they're dropped. That's a good thing considering what effect my naked body has on guys who aren't prepared for it. The gun still hurt the mugger, though. It landed on his toe, protected only by the soft sneaker. I could hear the snap of his toe breaking.
The cop called for backup. Dickie and I spent the whole lunch time giving statements. They were worse because the mugger got hurt and the city needed to cover its collective ass from a lawsuit.
Dickie suggested skipping lunch so I could get to the afternoon show on time. He said he'd buy and bring me some food. He got away without being mugged because of me, after all.
He took me to the designer's studio and I checked in a little early. I got to go first for makeup and hair. I only needed touches, so I was finished when other models and Dickie arrived. Yep, he brought me food and some for himself, too. He had four hotdogs from a street cart. Two had chili and two had sauerkraut on them. He let me choose, saying he'd eat either. I took one of each and they were really good. I stood there naked, eating the hotdogs. He stood there watching me, and I don't mean watching me eat. My nakedness was still very new to him.
The afternoon designer had a line of casual separates and informal evening dresses. His stuff wasn't as showy as club dresses nor as stilted as evening formals, just somewhere in between. Like in the morning, the separated separates showed a lot of my body. The designer was reading the descriptions himself. He had to stop a couple of times when I stepped out with my trademark or my boobs showing.
This designer had our sizes right and had even sized some of the dresses for me. I think the dresses flattered me as much as I flattered them. They didn't show much cleavage on the other models. I'm built a little differently.
The show manager looked at mine and whispered, "Spectacular."
The designer had to catch himself again.
Dickie got me to the hotel in plenty of time for a shower and some rest before supper. I sent emails to Kelly and Pam and even wrote cards to Mom and Dad on stationery from the desk in the room.
Lively Evening
I checked the instructions for Willis' shoot. He wanted straight hair and light makeup. It was still wet, so I brushed my hair straight and dried it without any spray. It hung down below my shoulders without any waving and was flying around a little.
The reception had lots of new models and lots more naked ones than the night before. Some of the naked ones grabbed me and physically pulled me into their group as soon as I had my wine. They introduced me to some of the new models. In some cases, I didn't know the names of the girls doing the introducing.
Nakedness was getting to be more popular and even taking on some power as a trend. Tara and three of her tararists stayed away from our group and just scowled at us. One of the tararists wasn't so severe in her looks and even left the reception. She came back naked a while later and joined the growing group. We were having more fun. Tara was extremely pissed at that.
The girls prodded me to tell about my day. I acted out the mugging. I mimicked the mugger and the cop. I personified my boobs like I did in the description above, too. I mimicked Dickie, but didn't ridicule him. I really like the guy.
The reactions to my nakedness got the biggest laughs. Dickie was at the reception and staring at the large group of naked models. We taunted him into coming closer. That may have been a tactical mistake on his part. Some of the models teased him mercilessly. The tactical mistake turned into a strategic victory. The girls got over the teasing and said how brave they thought he was for going after the mugger's knife. He was still hanging with the naked group when I went for my food. I don't think his cock was exactly hanging.
I finished eating by seven and went directly to the 'studio' with only my little purse in my hand. Willis had his back to the door and four guys around him when I got there.
I heard him say, "She'll show up and she'll be ready. If there's any model who could do this shoot, it's Emily."
"Emily? Redhead? Red circle down there?" asks another deep-voiced man with his back to me.
"Yep. That Emily right there," came from one I recognized - Ron, the extra well build guy who doesn't care that I'm naked.
Willis turned around and his face burst into a smile. The other one with his back to the door had been Ellis, who I'd met with Ron on Tuesday morning. Willis introduced the other two guys as Dave and Paul. All four of the models were wearing bathrobes loosely tied at the waist.
I stepped forward to shake hands, first with Ron and Ellis, then with the newly introduced ones. When I got to Paul, his cock poked itself out of his robe. He blushed and tried to tuck it away.
"Ooh, Paul. Thank you. That's such a nice compliment," I tried to put him at ease and shook his hand. "So what's the shoot, Willis?"
He explained that a perfume company wanted some really sexy images to go behind ads in several magazines of "various sophistication." He said he'd tried to do this shoot twice before, but the women had bolted when they saw the pose they'd have to do.
I thought, "Uh-oh. Now what?"
The room had the lights off at one end to make a black background. Willis directed the guys to where he had photo lighting on stands pointing down onto an area of the floor. They took off their robes to reveal that they were all naked, and very thrilling to me. All four were built like Ron and Ellis - powerful and handsome. They were better than any dream ... and there were four of them to handle one little me.
The men knelt down on the floor in a row beside each other, then sat back on their feet. Their laps sloped from their asses above feet to their knees on the floor. The two guys I'd just met had raging hard cocks sticking up and twitching at me. Ron and Ellis didn't, but I knew why. I started getting wet at the sight of men with their bulging muscles and stiff hardons.
Willis directed me to lie on the platform made by the men's laps. The angle would give the camera a great view of my whole front. The pose sounded great to me, but I understood why it would frighten models without Program experience. I lay on the floor and lined my head up with the first leg, one of Dave's. I lifted myself onto their laps and they helped line me up.
Dave's other leg supported my shoulders. His cock was right by my mouth. I got a thought mischievous enough to make me giggle. I licked it and some precum came out. Dave caught his breath and stared at me.
Paul was next with a leg under my chest at about my boobs and another in the small of my back. Ellis had a leg under my tailbone and another under the middle of my ass. Ron's legs were under my thighs. The rest of my legs ran out across the floor. Willis drew my hair straight out above my head and splayed it across the floor, too.
"No cocks showing in the first few sets, guys. Sorry," he instructed.
The straight guys looked panicked. They didn't like that Willis implied they should jack off over me.
"Try this. Tuck them under me," I suggested.
I rolled up a little and Paul stuck his dick under my arm. It poked into my back. Dave is long enough to reach my neck in that pose. That's where he hooked his unwanted cock. It wasn't unwanted by me at least.
Willis wanted me to look straight up at the ceiling for one picture, right at the camera for another and half way between for the third. The men were to keep their heads up and look down at me with their eyes.
I tried out my poses and there was a problem. When I turned half way to the camera, Dave's cock popped out from behind me. The men all lifted my body farther up their laps and Dave tucked his hardon away again.
Willis got his three shots quickly with my smile in each one saying "Eat your hearts out, ladies."
"Surely wearing the company's perfume will get you a mountain of man-flesh like these," I thought.
The men were to put their hands on me for the second set. Dave put his hands on my forehead and one shoulder. Paul's were on my chest above and below my boobs. Ellis had his on my stomach and the hip nearest to him. Ron's were on my thighs. Willis got more shots with the smiling, teasing Emily looking in three directions. One problem almost happened. When I turned my head, Dave's cock slipped around and started to pop up. It caught on my ear, so the shot was saved.
The men's hands were to be in sexy places for the next more-sophisticated ad. My mind was already in a sexy place with those dreamy men handling me and two hard cocks poking like they were. Dave wrapped one hand around my head and brought the other to my face so he was stroking my cheeks. Paul got the lucky job of caressing my breasts, one in each hand. Not that he cared, but Ellis actually did okay with light finger touches over my stomach. His other hand was also lightly touching me - tickling my circle of pubic hair. Ron reached around my leg. One hand was up against my pussy and the other was working my inner thigh.
This shoot was getting to be work. It was rough trying to stifle the squeals long enough to get the pictures taken. I did it, though. My expression wasn't so much like teasing as it was orgasmic this time.
The men were to show their cocks, all hard, for the next set. Dave and Paul were ready. I rolled up and let their stuff slip out from under me. I didn't have the same effect on Ron and Ellis. They had to get each other ready. They caressed each other's faces, kissed deeply and fondled each other. They must have been together for a while, because they really know how to do each other. They were ready in moments.
Their hands went back to the sexy places and so did my mind. I really hope it didn't offend Ellis and Ron that I was getting so wet. I couldn't help it. Paul stroked my boobs and Ron totally surprised me by pressing into my slit. I squealed a lot before the shots and from what I saw after, my look was pure sexual enjoyment. That magazine better be pretty sophisticated to have such a raw ad in it.
"Told ya," Willis said after the last shot, referring to my willingness.
The guys all stayed naked while we looked at the pictures on Willis' computer screen. He pronounced everything perfect and thanked us all profusely.
"Thank you," Paul said looking me up and down again. "I never expected a model this great. There's actually something there, solid and strong."
I grabbed him around the neck, pulled him close and kissed him. He accepted my tongue, ran his hands up and down my sides and dug fingers into my ass.
"You have all the luck," Dave complained.
"There's enough of me to go around, and there's no way you're leaving me this horny," I said to them all. "You, too, Willis."
Ron and Ellis politely declined by taking each other to the dark end of the room. The last I heard, there were two different deep voices at the same time giving muffled moans like their mouths were full.
Paul laid me on the floor right there and climbed on. The big muscular guy was as good as I expected. He got himself wet with a little finger action, then he drove that hard cock into me with powerful thrusts. Each thrust hit home so hard it made my whole body lurch and my boobs bobble around on my chest. I was squealing from the time he first touched me and didn't stop. He came way too quickly. I was enjoying him and wasn't nearly at my climax.
Dave took over and went at me just as powerfully. He was on his elbows instead of up on stiff arms. That gave him a chance to use his hands on my boobs and even give me some kisses. I got off about the same time he got off - of me. He had been way too ready, too. Willis had his camera put away, but wasn't naked ... yet.
"Come on, Willis. I need you," I begged.
Willis turned out to be pretty well built in his own way. He spends his time behind the camera, so he isn't bulging like a fantasy. He's still as strong and hammered me as hard as the other two. He was just as horny and lasted just as long, too. I got half way there again. I was glad that was turning into a gang bang because no one of them had been ready to do me well.
Paul was at least hard again when Willis finished. The first time must have taken the point off his horn. He used slower thrusts, gave me some boob action and kisses and made the second time much better. His thrusts were still powerful enough to move my whole body and set my boobs bobbling. My squeals built and a great orgasmic sensation overcame all of me.
Paul was still at it after that climax. My clit and vagina pick right up on his continued action and I was oblivious again. Paul and that orgasm built for a long squealing time and got as strong as I've ever had. When it was over, I saw that Dave was the one fucking me. They had switched so smoothly and quickly that they didn't interrupt my orgasm. That or I was so far gone I couldn't sense the interruption.
Dave kept at it, so there I went again. I noticed that my squeals were at a deeper tone, closer to moaning. My head rolled back and forth, too. I vaguely remember Paul sitting by my head and stroking my cheeks after that. He smiled so tenderly for being such a macho guy.
The faces over my body and the ones sitting by me seemed to spin from one to the next. Willis, Paul and Dave seemed to change places by magic. Whichever face was sitting beside me looked tender, compassionate and supportive. The face over me looked like a wild animal driven to an almost violent expression of raw lust.
Both of those expressions impressed me and drove me deeper into my own passion while I kept up a solid everlasting orgasm that wracked my whole body. Everything felt like the overwhelming flash of an orgasm and kept that feeling for what seemed like forever. I was being taken over and over by real gentlemen who cared.
Willis, I think it was him, finished his last turn and climbed off me. I lay there motionless and numb. No part of me felt anything. If I had to consciously remember to breathe, I wouldn't have.
"No way can she get to her room and we can't leave her here," said Willis.
"We'll take care of her, Willis. You have your stuff to take care of," Paul contributed.
"And you have the mother of all wet spots to clean up," Dave said, actually without laughing.
Those guys are as strong as they look, even when they're all fucked out. They dressed quickly, then Dave picked me up and carried me like a baby to the elevator. He stood me on my feet in the corner and held me up. I managed to squeak out my room number. Paul did the carrying from the elevator to the room.
Dave used my key card and barged in, only to be greeted with a blood curdling scream.
That was followed by Rachel's voice yelling, "What the fuck?! Dave Rathburn, what are you doing?"
I managed to get a look at Rachel sitting naked on my bed with the covers turned down.
"Hi Rach," I gasped. "Roommate?"
"Yeah. What have YOU been doing?" she responded.
"Fucking. Can't you tell?" I said weakly.
She rolled her eyes, walked over, opened the bathroom door, pointed to the tub and said, "In there."
"Gotcha," said Paul and he carried me into the bathroom.
Dave came in with us and closed the door in Rachel's face. That made me feel bad, but they proceeded to make me feel good. Dave started the water filling the tub and set it for a nice warm temperature. Paul held me until there was plenty of water and it was comfortable. He set me gently in there. Dave poured in a generous dose of bubble bath. I was soon swimming in a bubbly, fragrant, warm bath and loving it.
The guys told me that they'd both done work with Rachel over the years. They'd also hit on her and struck out several times before they figured out why. Now they were all friends on a professional level.
Both men took turns washing me, with special attention to my running wet pussy. They also gently caressed my boobs a lot. They were all smiles and compliments the whole time.
"The other models quit when they saw four naked guys and how close to our cocks they'd have to get," Paul said. "You weren't squicked by us, the raw poses or even the gay couple."
"I knew we were gonna have fun when you licked my cock," Dave told me. "You're such a strong girl and powerful lay."
"Look who's talking," I whispered.
"Do you know how hard it was to stay on your bucking ass?" asked Dave.
"Or how hard to get off with those legs holding tight?" Paul asked. "When we wanted to change during your long orgasm, the third guy had to help pry your legs apart."
I was embarrassed at that and started to apologize.
"Really, Emily, don't be sorry. It was great. Never saw a girl go so long in one orgasm," said Paul.
"You wore out all three of us," Dave confessed.
I can't believe those guys who pounded my pussy so hard were so tender and gentle afterward. They lifted me out of the bath and rinsed me in the shower. Dave carried me to the bed and laid me beside Rachel who looked really pissed.
"There ya go, Rachel. It'll probably be morning before you can do anything with her, though. Sorry, but not really 'cause we had such a good time together," he said and they both left.