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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - More Than a Thousand Words
I know a lot of people that would really envy my job if they knew some of my fringe benefits. Hell, they envy me even without the benefits.
What I do is take pictures of men for a magazine. It’s not just any magazine; it’s the first female magazine geared to female racing fans. Oh, I know there are other racing magazines and some even have posters of the guys but ours is a little more revealing and risky. No nudity, of course, but a few times, we have caught them with a noticeable hard-on. Those are the issues that we sell the most, yet women say they aren’t looking.
Every now and then I get to take pictures of an awesome driver. There gets to be a close attraction between us and we get carried away.
I got a call from someone to come to their town and feature one of their top local drivers. He’s a really hot commodity right now on and off the track. I knew that one day he would move up to the big leagues, so I was glad to feature him, plus he just looked really great. I called up Brett’s PR guy and asked if I might be able to schedule time to interview and take pictures of him. The clothes choice for the pictures was his racing uniform and then a pair of tight blue jeans and a t-shirt.
“We will have Mr. Earl get back to you. He likes to do some of that type of arranging himself,” the woman said.
Before the shoot was to take place, Brett called me.
“You can basically wear what you want, but we prefer you wear your racing suit for one set, and a tight pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt for the other.”
“Maybe I will surprise you and just show up naked. That would boost your magazine’s sales,” Brett said and laughed.
“I don’t know about the magazine but it would boost my awareness quite a bit,” I said. I kept thinking how much I wished he really would. Brett was, after all, one of the hottest new drivers around. “I will settle for the other clothes since I should be professional about this.”
“No problem. I will be there,” he said. It was hard to wait.
I made sure the studio was quiet and everything was ready.
“Right on time,” I said, going to shake his hand. My nerves were getting the best of me but I tried so hard not to let them.
“It’s okay,” Brett said. “You can relax. I don’t bite.”
“Bummer,” I said.
“It could be arranged,” he said, laughing.
“We can work on that after the pictures.” I must admit it was harder than ever to be professional. “What you are wearing is great.” He wore tight black jeans and a short sleeve red shirt. I know I was having trouble concentrating.
During the first session, my nervousness calmed after I settled into my role as photographer. He was great for me and the camera. I took many more shots than I needed because there were shots I wanted just for myself. Some of the things that are different with my pictures are the way they stand, the look on their faces, things they might be doing. There was absolutely nothing distasteful about any of it. Sometimes though, things happened after the photo session.
Brett is a man that can give some very classic looks. A woman can just tell what he’s thinking. He’s a wonderful, warm, humorous, courteous person and was great to work with. As I took some of the pictures, I could feel a tingling through-out my body. There was so much about him that made him hot. His smile could melt the hardest of hearts and his eyes showed just how happy he was with his life. He had well defined muscles in his chest and arms. His lower body was just perfect to me.
“That’s enough. You can put your uniform on now,” I said, proud of myself for being all business, but it was driving me crazy. It would have been easier if we weren’t alone.
As he walked away, I stared at his perfectly formed ass. He was so totally hot.
When he came back, my mouth dropped to the floor. I didn’t mean to. I really did try to be professional only, but he was the object of perfection in that suit.
“Does that mean you like what you see?” He laughed.
“I’m sorry. You can just do more of what you were doing before,” I said. I turned to get my camera, trying my best to keep focused.
Brett went over to the set and started moving the way I told him, too. He was a natural for this. After a few minutes, he said, “It’s okay, you know.”
“What is?” I asked.
“To admire me. I’m very flattered.”
I put the camera down and looked into his eyes, which held mine for a long time.
“I can’t help it,” I said. “You are so totally awesome in looks, personality, humor, and everything else. I’m privileged to be working with you.”
“Thank you,” he said, as he walked over to me. I shook inside, not sure if I could still breathe, and then he kissed me.
“Would you let me take some more open pictures just for myself,” I asked.
“Like what?” He asked. At least he didn’t slap me.
“Well, first off, take the top of your uniform off.” He did so and I just had to marvel at the muscles. I wanted so much to run my hands over his chest. Brett started to move his body slowly, taking his uniform off. I wasn’t going to even think about stopping him. My thoughts were rooting him on until I was finally taking pictures of his naked body. He was even more awesome in the nude. I snapped a few more shots of him in all his glory.
“Now that I’m hard, what should I do?” He asked, coming near me. I set the camera down.
“I want you, too,” I said in a whisper. He took me into his arms and kissed me hard. I pressed my body so close to his that I felt like I was inside him. He kept kissing me for a long time, before his hand wandered up my shirt and inside my bra. My nipples were hard on contact. It was so exciting to be with him. I wanted him to take me. My breathing was hard and fast. He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my head closer to his. The control he had over me was amazing. With one swoop, he lifted the shirt and bra over my head to the floor. His mouth went straight to a breast to lick and bite the nipple. Goosebumps ran over my body. My pants dropped to the floor after I squirmed my way out of them. I wanted to be nude for him, to let him touch my entire body.
"Take me," I said. He pushed me against on the table in the room, laying me back and spreading my legs.
"I want to eat this pussy," he said as his mouth went to it. Immediately he began licking and sucking my clit. I gasped for air. I couldn't breath. I ached for more, for his fingers inside me. Just like he was reading my mind, his fingers buried themselves inside my pussy. I was so wet that I could hear it as he fucked me with his fingers. I bucked against them as he continued to suck my clit. I raised my feet up over his shoulder and spread my knees even wider. He needed full access to every part of me. I was so horny that I nearly wanted him to hurt me.
"Harder. Fuck me harder. Bite my clit," I said. He was so good. He just kept at me: playing, fucking, eating, wanting. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Lick it, baby," I said.
Moaning loudly, my body quivered as I came while he sucked it from my pussy hole. He didn't stop at that, he just kept sucking and licking my clit. He fucked me so hard, I ached. I came again for him as he licked it from me.
"Now it's your turn. Suck me," he said. He brought his cock over to my mouth and let it disappear inside. I played with his balls and hips, and then grabbed his ass, forcing him even deeper. He grabbed my head, banging himself inside my mouth. I didn't care. I wanted him, too. I wanted to be his slut for a few minute. "That's it. Oh, that feels good," he said as he went faster. "I'd bet you would even swallow all my cum, wouldn't you?"
Of course I would, I thought. Just cum and I swallow every drop of you. I couldn't tell him, because his cock was buried too deep in my mouth.
"Well, you aren't going to yet," he said, pushing me back and spreading my legs again. "This cock is going to be buried in that wet pussy."
"Go ahead, fuck me hard."
"I intend to." He slid right inside as far as he could go. I grabbed his hips and forced him to bang me extremely hard. It hurt, but at the same time, I ached for it. I was about to get off, because of it. I reached down with my fingers and moved my clit from side to side.
"Cum in me!" I yelled at him. I was cumming and wanted to feel him cum as well.
"Not yet." He was out of breath, but kept going. I thought he would never stop. I came again, screaming in pleasure. This time it set him off. He moaned the sweetest sound. My nipples hurt so much from being so hard, that I reached up and squeezed them to the point of pain.
"Oh, that's it, play with your tit and pussy." He kept his eyes on my hand moving on my pussy and the other on my tit. He reached down with his mouth and bit one. It felt so good, because I was so horny that I couldn't contain myself. He kept fucking me at the same fast pace. His cock remained hard. My fingers played with my clit in circles. "Cum for me," he yelled at me. I obliged him, shaking madly. That sweet moan came from him again as his liquid leaked out inside me.
“You are so good,” he said.
“So are you. If you can keep being that good in a race car, you will really make it one day,” I joked.
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