I am already dressed and ready for him long before he comes through the door. He always comes home by six exactly; Jonathon is very precise, you could set your watch by him. Dinner is already done and simmering gently on the back burner, ready to be served but I’m hoping to play with him some first.

I am wearing a too short, navy blue and green plaid school skirt with white knee socks and mary janes. My crisp, short sleeved cotton shirt is thin enough to reveal that I am not wearing a bra and of course my small white cotton panties are already damp from thinking about what is coming. The naughty school girl is one of Jonathon’s favorites. I know because he bought this outfit for me as he does many of my clothes.

Jonathon controls many aspects of my life, what I eat, what I wear, it’s all part of our way of life. Some people might find that strange but to me it’s almost unbearably erotic to give every detail of my existence over to him. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his key in the lock.

When he walks in the door I can see he’s had a hard day. The tension in his shoulders tells me so. Poor man, he needs to relax and let lose a little. I’m sure I can help him with that. Silently, I take his jacket and hang it up. He walks across the room and collapses on the couch.

“God, Laura, what a day,” he murmurs, his eyes closed and his head leaning back against the cushions. I know he needs a minute to unwind and I sympathetically massage some of the tension out of his shoulders while he grumbles about work and moronic clients and just generally blows off some steam. It helps when I am the dutiful wife as I am now but I know what could help him more. I come around to stand in front of him while he is still seated on the couch. Jonathon is more relaxed now and he looks up at me, really taking in my outfit for the first time. His expression grows stern and my heart begins to race. I can tell by that icy look in his brown eyes that tonight’s game will be one to remember.

“Fetch me a drink, Laura. Scotch with no ice,” he orders abruptly, eyeing the way my nipples are peaking through my thin white cotton shirt and taking in the shortness of my school skirt which nearly shows the white panties I have on underneath.

“Yes, Sir. Right away,” I say demurely, turning slowly to make sure he has a good view of my ass. I am longing to be spanked and I am sure his palms are itching to connect with my softly rounded bottom. I twist my hips seductively as I wander too slowly into the kitchen to fix his drink.

“Damn it, Laura. Hurry up!” I hear him shout as I finish putting ice in the glass as he specifically asked me not to. “What are you doing in there?”

“Coming Sir,” I answer, splashing Scotch over the ice cubes and squeezing my thighs together in anticipation. I can’t wait for what is sure to come.

I wander back into the living room carrying his drink and I hand it to him and stand before him with my arms behind my back, biting my lip nervously. This posture presses my breasts out, my nipples rubbed hard against the stiff cotton of my shirt. I cross my legs, one if front of the other and scuff one little black shoe against the carpet.

“Laura, stop fidgeting,” Jonathon says sternly. “You know I can’t stand it when you chew on you lip like that.” I make an effort to stand straighter and stop biting my lip. I watch as he brings the Scotch to his lips and almost takes a drink before he notices what I’ve done.

“Laura,” he says quietly, his voice gone dangerously soft and low, the way it always does. “Laura, how did I ask you to fix my drink?” His eyes are cold and demanding.

“You…you said to make you a Scotch with no ice,” I stammer softly. No matter how often we play like this, I can’t stop the nervous tension that rises from the pit of my belly when he talks like that. It makes him Mr. Black, my stern boss and taskmaster all over again. I feel the simultaneous urge to please and provoke him at once.

“And what are these?” he shakes the glass gently in front of my nose so that the ice cubes chatter softly together.

“Ice cubes,” I say softly.

“What?” he demands, leaning forward on the couch, still holding the offending glass out to me.

“Ice cubes, Sir,” I say, forcing myself to speak more loudly.

“That’s right. And I specifically asked for no ice.” He pushes the glass into my hand.

“Now I’m going upstairs to change my clothes. Bring me another drink in the bedroom. And this time get it right,” he emphasizes, rising from the couch and standing so close to me I can feel his body heat all up and down the length of my chest and thighs. He leans over me for a moment, getting close, invading my space to make his point and then turns and marches upstairs in quick, economical strides and I go into the kitchen to make him another drink. I have barely finished pouring a small amount of Scotch over a single ice cube when I hear him shouting my name with that kind of controlled rage that makes me shiver.

“Laura…Laura! Get up here, now!” I hear him shout. Suddenly I remember the cockroach I left lying on our bedspread this morning. Oops, I didn’t need to put ice in his drink after all. I know how Jonathon must be reacting to seeing the bug on our bed. I wonder with a delicious little chill in the pit of my stomach if I have over-provoked him. If he is actually mad and not just pretending he will certainly spank me harder. Just the thought makes my knees feel weak.

“Laura!” Jonathon roars and I come hurrying up the stairs calling,“Coming, Sir…”

When I reach the bedroom, nervous and breathless, still clutching the drink in one sweating hand, I find Jonathon standing in front of the bed still fully dressed, his chest heaving quietly with emotion under the starched cotton dress shirt and conservative maroon tie. I love when he stays in his office clothes to discipline me.

“Yes, Sir?” I ask, hesitantly, standing in the doorway and shifting from foot to foot, fidgeting in that way I know he despises.

“Laura, what is this?” he asks quietly, gesturing towards the bed. I walk a little closer and he stands aside so I can see what he is pointing at. The cockroach lays like a small, dead, brown leaf on the pristine whiteness of our bedspread.

“It’s…it looks like a bug,” I offer softly, barely daring to meet Jonathon’s eyes which are blazing coldly at me from under his lowered eyebrows.

“And how did it get there?” he demands.

“I…don’t know?” I say, the words barely coming out of my mouth. Jonathon looks genuinely angry, almost as angry as the very first time he spanked me. I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. God, I need this every bit as much as he needs to give it to me.

“Laura, this is unacceptable. Clear this…bug away and then come back here,” he orders. Silently, I comply taking the cockroach by one leg and carrying it into the bathroom to drop it in the trash. I leave the drink with it’s single, offensive ice cube in the bathroom as well. I won’t be needing it now. I walk slowly back into the bedroom where Jonathon is waiting silently, arms crossed and I wait for his orders.

“Now, bend over the bed, placing you hands palm down on the bedspread.” His voice is so soft it’s barely above a whisper but it’s so intense I feel it like a shout in my ear. The bed is, of course, a little low but I manage all right and I know the submissive posture I’m now in has caused the plaid school skirt to ride high on my thighs and my little white panties are now flashing him, just a little, under it’s hem.

Apparently he wants to see more because he says, in that same deadly quiet voice,“Now pull up your skirt.” His order reminds me deliciously of that first time he spanked me when he promised not to fuck me. I know this time it will be different. Deliberately, I hesitate to obey him.

“I said pull up your skirt, Laura,” he demands. “Are you frightened that I’m going to fuck you?” he asks softly, still standing behind me, over me in that dominant posture.

“Maybe,” I whisper, reaching back to pull the plaid skirt up over my ass and casting a frightened glance over my shoulder to look at his cold eyes and merciless face.

“You’re right to be afraid, Laura,” he tells me, one hand barely caressing the rounded curve of my ass through the white cotton panties as I crouch before him.

“I am going to fuck you.” He tells me softly, almost gently. “I’m going to fuck you hard. But first you need to be disciplined.

“ Now pull down your panties, Laura. Pull them all the way down to your knees.” When he talks to me like this I can barely stay on my feet, I need what he’s about to give me so badly.

I reach back and hook my thumbs in the waistband of the small, white cotton panties and push them down to my knees. Their innocent cotton crotch is damp with my need and anticipation. I bend submissively in front of him, arching my back, bare and exposed and I hear a slow intake of breath behind me as Jonathon takes in the sight of my naked ass, waiting to be whipped and the wetness between my thighs. I spread my legs a little, waiting for the first blow to fall.

“Now I want you to say, ‘I will correct my behavior’ ,” Jonathon instructs me, his hand curving gently over my bare bottom which will soon be red with his punishment. He draws back his arm and I tense my body, waiting for the first, stinging slap of his palm on my flesh.

“I will correct…” *slap* My breath hitches in my chest but I force myself to continue. “my behavior,” I finish as Jonathon lands another heavy blow on my upturned ass.

“Continue,” he almost whispers and I do, feeling the excitement building inside, the tension stretching tight, like a wire between us.

“I will…” *Slap* “correct my behavior,” I say, more loudly, almost panting.

“I will correct my…” *SLAP* “behavior.”

His spanking increases in intensity and I know that beneath those well pressed dress slacks he is as hard as a rock for me. Each stinging slap to my bare bottom sends spikes of pleasure/pain throughout my body, making my wet sex tingle and throb with anticipation. His rough love makes me feel swollen with need, I spread my legs farther apart as he continues to spank me.

“I will…” *SLAP* “Oh, god…I will correct my behavior,” I moan as Jonathon continues to deliver the sharp, stinging blows to my bottom, now surely as red as a sunset. He continues to spank me methodically with hard, slow, deliberate blows to each cheek, making sure they both receive equal attention. I feel myself losing control beneath his hand. The past and present blur as he drives me over the edge. I could almost come just from this spanking.

“Oh, Mr. Black…I’m so sorry.” *SLAP!* “I will…I will correct my behavior.” I am nearly crying with need now and Jonathon seems to realize it. Perhaps it is my slip in calling him Mr. Black as I did before we were married that tells him.

Abruptly, the blows cease and everything is quiet except for my moaning little breaths and Jonathon’s own heavy breathing. His hands caress my tender, overly sensitive flesh and I squirm a little, arching my back appreciatively under his suddenly gentle touch. His fingers travel down to the exposed v between my thighs and I part my legs a little wider to allow them access to my drenched sex. I gasp with pleasure and need as he traces the outlines of my swollen flesh with his fingertips, teasing the inflamed bud of my clitoris in that tender way he knows I love. I am moaning openly now and spreading my legs as well as the panties, now tightly stretched between my knees, will allow.

“You’re wet, Laura,” he whispers in that low, intense voice, pressing two strong fingers into me, inside the sweet, moist opening of my sex.

“Y…yes, Mr. Black,” I pant, softly, nearly overcome with need. My nipples are hard little pebbles against the rough cotton of my shirt and my cleft is aching to feel more than the two fingers he is penetrating me with. Abruptly, the fingers withdraw and I whimper in protest. But then I hear the metallic purr of his zipper coming down.

“Step all the way out of your panties,” he tells me, in that same, deep voice that makes me melt with need and desire. A little clumsily, stumbling, I do as he commands. I feel his hands caressing my hips and ass and I shiver with eager anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me. I’m going to fuck you now, Laura,” he tells me and I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge my slippery sex from behind.

Nearly crying because I need him inside me so badly, I spread my thighs and feel him rub deliberately against my clitoris before spreading the folds of my sex to thrust inside me. We both groan as he penetrates me, pressing deeply inside me until he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressing against the end of my channel.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Jonathon tell me, gripping my hips so hard I am sure there will be ten finger shaped bruises bracketing my pelvis in the morning. I love it when he marks me although sometimes it distresses him, he doesn’t want to leave any permanent scars. But he is already a permanent scar on my heart and I don’t mind a little outer decoration to prove it.

“Oh…Mr. Black…oh…” I am moaning shamelessly, pushing my hips back to meet him but he holds me still firmly and stops the motion, making it clear that I am to let him set the pace and submit to his fucking. Crying softly, I tilt my pelvis up to him and receive the hard, slow, steady strokes of his cock into my body. Jonathon is very strong and his cock is quite thick, it stretches me to the limit as he rides me in that slow, deliberate rhythm that drives me wild.

“Laura, you’ve been very bad. You’re behavior is completely unacceptable,” he tells me as he pounds into my hot, wet sex, opening my body roughly and thoroughly with his thick shaft.

“I know…Oh, Mr. Black. I’m sorry. So sorry.” My arms are trembling with the effort of holding myself up against the fierce thrusts of his body into mine and I have to lower myself to my elbows to stay upright. I feel myself trembling on the brink of some dark emotion.

“Don’t apologize to me,” he tells me sternly, his tempo speeding up some as he grips my hips and thrust harder, faster. His cock pressing into my wet, open sex makes me feel completely vulnerable, completely alive. He is fucking me so hard now and I am trembling on the razors edge between pleasure and pain. His shaft inside me feels so good it hurts. Jonathon is rough and thorough when he fucks me, I know I will be deliciously sore after this and I don’t care. I want to be sore.

“Oh, god…” I moan as his shaft spreads my folds open and his fierce rhythm presses me into the bed. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against the mouth of my womb and I know we’ll both be coming soon. I can’t stop the words that come tumbling out of my mouth, all the words I wanted so badly to say when he used to spank me at the office.

“Fuck me, Mr. Black,” I beg him. “Fuck me hard, hurt me, love me, mark me…” Isn’t it all the same thing?

Jonathon groans under his breath; I know he loves to hear me beg for his cock inside me. Suddenly, one hand leaves my hip and I feel his fingers, firm and certain against the slick folds of my sex. He rubs me in just the right way, along the slippery side of my swollen bud and I cry out my pleasure under him as he pushes me over the brink of emotion into a shattering orgasm.

“Oh, Mr. Black, Jonathon, oh! I’m coming, coming so hard…” I gasp. I feel Jonathon’s rhythm speed up as he allows my climax to trigger his own. His thrusts are more urgent now, and he presses even more deeply into my body, needing to fill my wet sex completely. I grip the bedspread with nerveless fingers, trying to brace myself as he fucks me as hard as he possibly can, riding the crest of pleasure/pain that threatens to overwhelm me and engulf us both.

At last with a muffled shout, I feel Jonathon grip my hips and thrust once more strongly inside me, holding me steady as a pulsating warmth fills my sex. I collapse fully onto the bed, unable to support myself any longer and Jonathon follows me down. He rolls us on our sides, still buried inside me and sighs contentedly, his breath hot on the back of my neck. His pressed wool pants are scratchy against the tender flesh of my recently whipped bottom. I don’t mind a bit.

“Laura…” he murmurs into my hair, his arms comfortingly tight aground me, his hands cupping my breasts through the white cotton blouse. “You’re so sweet, so tender, my darling. You know exactly what I need.”

“I love you too, Jonathon.” I whisper softly, snuggling up against him, reluctant to lose him from my body. We lay quietly together in the fading light of the dim bedroom and he strokes my body and holds me in the silence broken only by our soft breathing.

Honey Daniels knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it. She smiled to herself as she walked out of the DMV, tucking her brand new license into her little red purse. The purse matched the high healed red leather fuck-me pumps with laces like red licorice twined around her slender ankles. The license proved that she was officially eighteen and perfectly legal. Today was Honey’s birthday and she already had the perfect present in mind.

She got into her low slung candy apple red convertible and started the engine, loving the powerful rumble it sent up through her pert little bottom. The car had been a sweet sixteen gift from her doting Daddy and the vibrations of it’s V-6 engine never failed to turn Honey on. The sense of power between her legs while she drove the little car all over town went right to her head … and other areas. Sometimes she got downright reckless taking curves with suicidal speed and topping ninety on the straight-aways. Her dangerous driving habits would have resulted in lots of tickets if her Daddy hadn’t happened to be the Chief of Police in their little town of Wheatstone, Missouri. Captain Daniels just laughed whenever Honey got in trouble. He tore up her tickets and said it wasn’t her fault that his only daughter had been born with the soul of a NasCar driver.

But today she intended to get a ticket her Daddy wouldn’t tear up. Honey turned her little red car in the direction of the old Warehouse district which just happened to be Officer Nick Christian’s patrol area. She was already getting wet.

As she shifted gears and gunned the engine, Honey enjoyed the play of the wind through her thick, honey-blond hair. The early May sun shone down on her creamy golden skin and into her big, baby-blue eyes. Her full pink mouth was glossed with strawberry flavored lip shine and she was wearing a brand new outfit she had picked out especially for today. Honey blew through a stop sign and barely stopped at a red light, but only to straighten her skirt. The wind was blowing up under the flimsy material, caressing her crotch in a most provocative way and it made her think of the outfit she had been wearing the first time Officer Nick pulled her over…

From the first minute she saw him, running in a suspect at the police station, Honey had wanted Officer Nick Christian. She had been sitting by herself in her Daddy’s office, sucking a cherry-flavored lollipop when a tall, dark-haired officer had pushed past the office’s plate glass window, shoving a disreputable looking man in front of him. The suspect was protesting violently about something; Honey could barely hear his voice because the door was shut, but she could see the way he twisted and fought, trying to get away from the arresting officer. The officer issued a warning, again Honey couldn’t hear what he said but the deep rumble of his masculine voice seemed to touch things deep inside her sweet, curvy body. She felt the vibrations of that voice right between her legs, exactly where the hum of her little car’s engine affected her and her ripe pink nipples suddenly peaked inside her lacy bra. Honey sat up a little higher in the big, leather office chair behind her Daddy’s desk and took notice.

The suspect was still fighting when the tall, dark-haired officer whipped out the silver handcuffs that were hanging from his wide black leather belt and shoved the suspect roughly forward over a convenient counter. Pinning the shouting man with ease, the tall officer yanked the suspects arms behind his back and cuffed him in a matter of seconds. Honey shivered as she watched the muscles in his broad back ripple while he did his work and she almost felt jealous of the suspect. Then the officer turned and looked right at her almost as though he knew she’d been watching. He threw her a mocking grin that didn’t touch his cool, gray eyes before he grabbed the suspect by the scruff of the neck and herded him into the next room.

Shark’s eyes, Honey thought and squeezed her thighs tightly together. What would it be like to be pinned and handcuffed by that tall, dark officer? Then and there she made up her mind to find out.

A few off-hand questions placed to her dear Daddy that night over dinner had revealed the new officer’s vital statistics. Officer Nick Christian was twenty-nine, single and a fine policeman. He had a high arrest record and was bound to make Detective soon. In the mean time, Honey learned that his regular patrol area was over at the old Warehouse district on the far end of town. The district was deserted during the day but a prime place for drug deals in the evening hours. Honey listened raptly while her Daddy talked between bites of smothered steak and mashed potatoes and laid her plans.

The very next day she was on her way over to Officer Nick’s beat wearing her new rose silk sundress and driving like a maniac. It wasn’t long after she hit the long, deserted street lined with empty buildings that she saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rear-view mirror.

“Yes, Officer?” she inquired sweetly as the tall, scowling man came into view, looming over her low-slung convertible. Honey wiggled in the seat and sat up straight, making sure he could see right down the loose top of her pink silk dress. She was wearing a lacy white half-cup bra that molded to the undersides of her firm little breasts, supporting her without covering her nipples. She could feel the creamy swells of her flesh heave as she took a deep breath and her tight pink buds, already stimulated by friction with the silky top of her sundress, hardened even more when she felt his eyes on her.

“License and Registration please,” he said tonelessly in that deep, rumbling voice that sent a shiver straight between her legs. “You’re the Chief’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked, examining the articles she’d handed him.

Honey pouted prettily, nibbling on her lush bottom lip as she looked up at him. “Yes I am. And you’re Officer Nick Christian. I was sitting in my Daddy’s office yesterday when you brought in that nasty looking suspect.”

“I know,” he said. “I saw you.” Again he gave her that predator’s grin that didn’t quite reach those cool, gray eyes. “I don’t care who your Daddy is though, Miss Daniels. Unless you can give me an explanation for your driving I’m writing you a ticket. Care to explain?” He crossed muscular arms across his broad chest and stared at her.

“Please call me Honey. Everybody does,” she said sweetly, trying not to notice the thick bulge in his tight blue uniform pants. “And I was driving so crazy because, well, I think I was stung by a bee.” She sighed, lifting her shoulders and dislodging one of the spaghetti straps of her dress as she did. The strap fell down taking part of her top with it and revealing one creamy breast tipped with a juicy pink nipple. Honey enjoyed the fresh air caressing her naked flesh and pretended not to notice her exposure. She knew Officer Nick was getting a real eyeful now and she could feel the moist heat building between her thighs at the thought.

“You think you were stung?” he asked, doubt clear in his deep voice. He didn’t mention her exposed breast. “Either you were stung or you weren’t, Miss Daniels. Now which is it?”

“I can’t tell,” she said, looking up at him with her big, baby-blue eyes and giving him her most innocent, hurt expression. “I felt it but I couldn’t see it—that was the problem. That’s why I was driving so crazy.”

“Were you stung on the back?” he asked a little more gently. He leaned over and rested his arms on the side of her car door and Honey could see that his gray eyes were ringed with dark, midnight-blue. He was close enough to kiss but that would have been too obvious.

“Not exactly,” she hedged. “It’s a little awkward but it’s stings something fierce. Maybe…maybe you could take a look for me?” She looked at him hopefully, wiggling in her seat. The other side of her sundress sagged, revealing more of the curving top of her other breast but didn’t quite fall down.
Officer Nick appeared to consider her request. Finally he nodded. “I’ll look for you, Miss Daniels,” he said, formally.

“Oh, I told you, Officer Nick—call me Honey. May I open my car door?” He stepped back and allowed it and Honey swung open the driver’s side door and twisted around in her leather bucket seat so that her long, bare, shapely legs were facing the tall policeman.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she shook out her long blond hair and settled herself so that her high-healed sandals were planted firmly on the cracked blacktop of the deserted street.

Honey gave him a look that was pure naïveté. “Why, you said you’d take a look,” she reminded him. “I think that nasty old bee stung me right under my dress. How can you see if I don’t get into the right position?” The other side of her sundress gave up and she felt the slither of silk as her strap slid down, leaving both breasts bare to those cool, gray eyes. Again, Honey pretended not to notice. Spreading her legs, she pulled the slippery rose silk up over her thighs and motioned for the tall officer to lean down.

Officer Nick did better than that, he knelt on the uneven pavement in front of her and put large, warm hands on either one of her thighs. “Let me see,” he said softly. “Where does it hurt?”

Honey scooted to get a little closer to his searching gaze and pointed. “Right between my legs, Officer Nick,” she breathed. She could feel those gray eyes on her, no longer cool but burning as his large, callused palms rubbed soothingly over her inner thighs. Honey had prepared for this moment and knew that what he was seeing was bound to blow his mind.

Just that morning she had shaved the soft curly thatch of hair that grew between her legs making her sweet little pussy feel deliciously naked and exposed. Then she had selected her tiniest pair of bikini panties, the cotton-candy pink ones that were cut so low in front the high slit of her cunt was revealed when she wore them. Now, as Officer Nick leaned closer to look at her ‘bee sting’, Honey wiggled forward in the seat, causing the material of her silky pink panties to shift backwards and show even more. She was already wet and swollen with the naughty thrill of having Officer Nick look at her breasts and she could feel the tender lips of her naked pussy part as he spread her thighs even wider. Honey knew her throbbing red clit had to be peeking at him from between her slick folds and the brief material of her panties was completely wet through from her desire.

“Where does it hurt exactly?” he asked, allowing one long finger to trace along her thigh until he reached her pouting pink pussy. “Somewhere in here?” The callused fingertip traced over the slippery material now barely covering her swollen cunt lips, drawing a long sigh from Honey’s full mouth.

“Almost– more to the center,” she breathed, wondering how far he would be willing to go. Petting her over her panties was one thing, petting her naked pussy was a different ball game entirely.

“Right here?” he asked, looking up at her as his finger traced over the top of her mound and stopped at the top of her moist slit.

“Lower,” Honey gasped, spreading her thighs a little wider, opening her pussy for him. The finger slipped into her wet folds and traveled in a burning line to her swollen clit and she moaned and bucked half off the leather seat as he caressed the side of the tender bundle of nerves gently but firmly.

“That’s it,” she whispered, amazed that she could speak at all. “That’s…that’s exactly where that nasty old bee stung me, Officer Nick.”

“Is that right?” he said, his voice low and soothing as he continued to stroke over her slippery center and caress her throbbing clit. “Now I wonder what we can do to make you feel better, Honey?”

“It’s feeling pretty fine already,” she gasped, rotating her hips to thrust her pelvis closer to his face.

Officer Nick seemed not to have heard her. “I mean,” he continued. “According to your license, you’re only seventeen, Honey. So there’s only so much I can do for you, no matter how bad you hurt, you understand?”

“Mmm,” Honey moaned as he rubbed broad fingertips over her silky wet folds, building the sensations between her thighs. “Just do the best you can, Officer. I’m sure you know best.”

Officer Nick tugged at her panties until they came all the way down and then spread her thighs even wider with his strong hands. Leaning in, he parted her slippery, naked pussy lips with his thumbs and pressed his hot mouth to Honey’s open cunt. Honey whimpered breathlessly as he sucked her hot clit into his mouth and began circling the tender bump relentlessly with his tongue.

“Oh, Officer Nick,” she moaned, winding her slender fingers in his thick black hair and urging him closer. He pressed his face against her, licking her sweet juices and plunging his hot tongue deeply into her soft cunt. “Oh,” she gasped. “That’s so naughty but it feels so good! Don’t stop…Eat my little pussy. I think I’m close…”

He looked up long enough to say, “Come all over my face, Honey. Want to feel your sweet cunt come while I taste you.” His cheeks and lips were slick with her juices and his gray eyes were so hot they burned her. Then he buried his face between her thighs again and lapped at her wet flesh, paying special attention to her swollen, sensitive clit.

Honey felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge as he tasted her relentlessly. She buried her hands even more tightly in his thick hair and rode his face harder, pushing her pelvis up shamelessly to meet him, spreading her pussy wide for his seeking tongue. She was getting so close…she just needed a little bit more… Suddenly she felt two long, thick fingers enter her tight passage and press deeply inside her as his hot mouth continued to work on her.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, feeling the thick fingers reach the end of her passage and press hard. “Oh God, I’m coming…” Officer Nick rode out her orgasm, holding steady despite her bucking and thrashing as he swallowed her sweet juices and lapped at her gushing pussy.

When it was clear that Honey was finally done, he withdrew his thick fingers and sucked them clean while she watched. Then he stood up and turned his face to wipe the glistening wetness from his cheeks on the upper sleeve of his uniform. Dazed, Honey managed to pull up her panties and straighten her dress.

“Well, Miss Daniels,” he said, all formality and politeness again. “I’m going to let you off with a warning this time. But see that I don’t catch you driving so erratically again. I’d better not catch you out on my beat for a good long time, at least not for another month or so.” He grinned, that cool predator’s grin and Honey knew he was thinking that her birthday was coming up in the next month and a half. “You’d better steer clear of this area until then because if I catch you driving like a lunatic again I might have to be forceful with you.” Officer Nick warned, giving her a steely glare from those hot gray eyes.

“I understand, Officer,” Honey said in a shaky voice. “You’ve been more than helpful,” she continued. “Maybe I can be of assistance to you as well?” She stared pointedly at the thick bulge in his pants.

“Not today, Honey,” he said sternly and she knew he wouldn’t budge on this. Until she was of legal age, she wouldn’t get to see or feel what was behind those straining uniform pants, no mater how much she begged.

“All right, Officer,” she said reluctantly. “Then I guess I’d better be on my way.” She slammed the door and started her car, revving her engine mockingly. Then, with a wink, she drove off, doing more than twenty over the limit just to provoke him. Next time she came down this road would be a time to remember, she promised herself.

It was a promise Honey intended to keep today on her eighteenth birthday. As her little red car got closer to the Warehouse district she could feel her soft little pussy getting wetter and wetter, leaking her sweet juices all over the black leather seat. Honey had decided that wearing panties would only slow her down and she wanted Officer Nick to fuck her fast and hard and deep. That was why she was bare under her little white sailor skirt, the cool cotton pleats spreading high on her tanned thighs. The skirt was so short that when Honey stood up it barely covered the rounded cheeks of her pert bottom and if she wasn’t careful and forgot not to bend over, a lot more than that would be revealed.

To go with the skirt, Honey had chosen an abbreviated white cotton crop top with sleeves that barely covered her shoulders and the words, Daddy’s Girl in cursive right underneath a red heart. It had a round, high collar but the bottom ended right below the soft curves of her firm breasts. Honey wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt and she hoped she wouldn’t forget herself and raise her arms over her head because she might flash some unsuspecting person with her ripe pink nipples. She wore her Daddy’s Girl shirt around the house sometimes because she knew her Daddy liked it and besides, it really was too skimpy to wear out in public. But today she had decided to make an exception.
The fuck-me shoes with their licorice whip laces that curled around her ankles and calves completed her birthday outfit. This time Officer Nick would just have to fuck her.

Almost as soon as she turned the corner into the abandoned street lined with empty buildings Honey saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rear-view mirror. She drove a little farther, just to antagonize and then finally pulled over into a cool, dark ally.

“Yes, Officer?” she asked innocently when the tall form of Officer Nick loomed over her little car. “Have I done something wrong?”

“You know damn good and well how fast you were driving just now, Honey.” Really, Officer Nick sounded positively angry. Honey felt a shiver of anticipation in her hot, wet pussy. “Give me you license and registration,” he demanded.

“You’re not going to give me a ticket, are you?” Honey quavered, nibbling her lower lip and looking up appealingly from under her thick lashes. “Oh, please don’t, Officer Nick. Not on my birthday.”

“Birthday, hmm?” he growled, still frowning at her. Then he took another look at her brand new license. “Well, well. Seems like you’re all grown up now, Honey.”

“Mm hm.” She bit her lip again and tried not to giggle.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Officer Nick looked, if anything, even angrier than before. His voice had a low, ominous tone.

“N…no,” Honey quavered, suddenly not quite sure of herself.

“It means that you ought to know better, Honey, than to be driving like a maniac, especially on my beat. I ought to run you in for reckless endangerment. Now get out of the car.”

“But…but,” Honey stuttered. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go at all. She had been certain that Officer Nick would start off by tasting her pussy again. But now it looked like he might actually arrest her or something and she couldn’t be see at her Daddy’s station dressed like she was. Why, Daddy would be absolutely furious.

“Oh, please, Officer Nick,” she begged. “Please don’t arrest me…I’ll be so good. Do anything you want…”

“Is that right?” he looked thoughtful and Honey couldn’t miss the huge thick bulge growing inside his uniform pants. Pressing her advantage, she leaned back against the side of her car with her arms behind her back. The posture thrust her chest out and she knew Officer Nick would be able to see the creamy white curves of the bottoms of her breasts along with the dusky pink circles of her aureoles. He was looking at her appraisingly and she leaned back a little more, rucking up her shirt until she felt the cool breeze caressing her naked, exposed nipples. He just couldn’t say no to that, could he?

“I’ll do anything,” she promised again, putting as much sincerity into her big, baby-blue eyes as she could.

“You’re such a little cock-tease, Honey,” Officer Nick growled, frowning at her.

“Yes,” she agreed softly. “But I don’t always tease, Officer Nick. Sometimes I deliver.” Without another word she dropped to the ground in front of him, not even minding the cold pavement against her knees. She had some experience with uniform pants from working with her Daddy’s at home and she had Officer Nick’s thick, throbbing cock in the palm of her small, soft hand in a heartbeat. He groaned and Honey took a moment to admire her prize. The shaft was long and thick topped with a broad, plum-shaped head. Officer Nick’s cock was an angry, throbbing purple and sticky, clear fluid was already leaking from the slit at the top. Teasingly, Honey ran out her little pink tongue and lapped at the pre-cum, savoring the taste of the big man towering over her.

“Honey,” he tried to protest but she licked at the slit again and then took the entire broad head into her soft, willing mouth. Then she heard Officer Nick groan again and his big hands were in her hair as he fed another inch of thick cockmeat into her mouth and then another. Honey stretched her jaw wide to accommodate his huge shaft and hummed happily as Officer Nick fucked her mouth. She could feel the broad head hitting the back of her throat and she still was only sucking about a third of his length. It was a good thing Officer Nick seemed willing to let her suck him off instead of fucking her after all, she thought. Honey had never had anything near this big inside her and she was sure that it would split her in two if she tried to take his thick length into her tight little pussy.

But just when she was sure she felt the thick cock flexing in her throat, and was getting ready to swallow all of Officer Nick’s hot cum, the tall man dragged Honey off his cock and yanked her to her feet.

“What…?” she gasped, already missing his spicy taste filling her mouth.

“Turn around,” he growled angrily. “It was wrong of you to try and influence me, Honey. And that outfit you have on—I could get you for attempted bribery and indecent exposure as well as reckless endangerment.”

“Please, no!” Honey begged as he marched her towards his squad car. “Please don’t take me in, Officer Nick.”

“Shut up.” His voice was low and dangerous as he pushed her face first over the hood of his car and forced her arms behind her back. There was a musical clinking and Honey gasped as she felt cold steel encircle her slender wrists. Then a cruel hand was forcing her head down and Officer Nick was saying that he would have to frisk her before he took her in. Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? And why was her little pussy wetter than ever despite her fear?

“Oh!” Honey cried as his large hands began at her waist and traveled up her flat belly until he was cupping her rounded tits in his big, callused palms.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Honey,” Officer Nick whispered in her ear as he rolled and twisted her throbbing pink nipples between his fingers. “Driving like a lunatic, wearing these skimpy little clothes that don’t even cover your tits or pussy. Sucking my cock and nearly making me shoot all my cum down your sweet little throat to try and get out of a ticket. That’s all very, very bad. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes,” Honey quavered, crying out at the sharp little pains that were shooting through her tender nipples as his cruel fingers continued to twist and pinch.

“Say, ‘I’ve been bad, Officer Nick, and I’m sorry,’” he demanded, twisting even harder until Honey gasped and her pussy nearly gushed with juice.

“I…I’ve been bad,” she began but stopped when the large hands left her tits and started to journey down her body to the wet heat between her legs.

“Say it!” he insisted. “I want to hear you say it while I frisk you, Honey.”

“I’ve been bad, Officer Nick!” she gasped as his large hands lifted her skirt and petted over the smooth globes of her ass.

“Spread your legs and say it louder.” His voice in her ear was low and dangerous and Honey had no choice but to spread her thighs as far as she could even though she felt completely exposed with her cotton sailor skirt lifted clear up over her ass. She knew with her legs spread like this officer Nick would have full access to her naked pussy; it was a frightening thought.

“I’ve been bad,” she gasped again. “Oh, God, so bad.” Officer Nick’s rough fingers, after traveling up her trembling inner thighs had found her soft, vulnerable pussy. But instead of rubbing her clit which was screaming for attention or putting his thick fingers inside her, he was bending her farther over the squad car’s hood and spreading the tender lips of her cunt, making Honey feel more exposed than she could ever remember. Suddenly, she felt a thick heat bumping her inner thigh. She jumped and hissed in excitement and fear as the wide head of Officer Nick’s cock slid over her slippery folds, rubbing directly against her over-sensitized clit.

“Do you know what that is, Honey?” he asked, low in her ear.

“Your cock,” she whispered back. “Oh, Officer Nick, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry I was bad.” She felt the heavy heat of his shaft rubbing the length of her open pussy, wetting himself with her juices, getting ready to take her.

“That’s right, Honey,” he said ignoring her plea. “It’s my cock and it’s about to be inside you.”

Honey gasped and trembled as she felt the broad head stop rubbing against her clit and settle at the entrance to her pussy. Officer Nick pressed gently but steadily until Honey could just feel the wide tip pressing into her. One strong thrust would send his entire thick shaft deep into her unprotected pussy. Honey trembled in fear– he was so big. How could she possibly take him?

“Unless you’d rather have that ticket.” Officer Nick was teasing her now and Honey could feel him pressing and withdrawing, pushing the head of his cock a little further into her wet pussy with each shallow stroke. “Would you rather have the ticket or a good hard fucking, Honey? The choice is yours,” he told her, pressing a little deeper, so that she could feel the broad head stretching her tight entrance and know what was in store for her. “Hurry up and make up your mind,” he ordered, thrusting again.

“Oh!” Honey gasped as the broad head of his cock breached her entrance completely and she felt the first thick inch of his cock slide inside her wet pussy. It hurt but it felt so good too. She was bent over the squad car, the cool metal of the hood pressed against her cheek and her arms fixed behind her back, the cruel steel handcuffs biting into her wrists as Officer Nick pinned her in place with his hard shaft in her tender cunt. Honey had never felt so helpless or so hot.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Honey?” Officer Nick slipped another inch of his cock inside her, making Honey groan and thrust back as well as she could to capture even more.

“Oh,” she moaned again. Officer Nick’s hands were bracketing her hips and he was half-way buried in her slippery cunt by now, stretching her to the limit. She felt like she might never be able to speak again.

“Say it!” he demanded, thrusting deeper and then pulling out, as though he might withdraw. “Say it or you get the ticket instead, Honey.” Suddenly, Honey found she could speak.

“Oh, Officer Nick,” she gasped, spreading her thighs to let him deeper into her pussy. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me now!”

“You sure you want me to?” he asked, resuming his shallow thrusts that took him up into her pussy but not nearly deep enough. “Because if I do this, Honey, I’m going to ride you hard. I’m going to fuck you deep and hard and long because you’ve been so bad you deserve it. Understand?”

“I don’t care!” Honey was nearly sobbing now. “Please fuck me, Officer Nick, please!”

She felt the large hands tighten on her hips and without another word, Officer Nick thrust hard, pressing his thick cock so deeply into her pussy that the broad head kissed the end of her channel and nuzzled the mouth of her womb. It occurred to Honey that she wasn’t on the pill and that Officer Nick was probably leaking pre-cum inside her unprotected pussy but she couldn’t make herself care because it felt too good. She wanted to feel his thick cock fucking her and filling her with his cum no matter what the consequences.

“Please,” she gasped again and then Officer Nick really began to fuck. Pulling back until only the head remained buried inside her, he thrust forward again, pounding into her tender pussy as hard as he could, filling her to the limit and fucking like a battering ram. Honey cried out and felt the tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes even as she spread her thighs wider to accommodate him, trying to make room inside herself for all of his thick, hard cock and offer Officer Nick the deepest possible penetration of her pussy.

“Do you like that, Honey? Is that how you like to be fucked?” he growled in her ear as he pressed forward again, filling her cunt to the limit with his thick meat, making her cry and gasp and groan.

“Yes…God, don’t stop. I love it!” she cried. She could feel the tide of pleasure rising inside her slowly, she was so close… Suddenly she felt his hand slide off her hip and then two rough fingers were rubbing hard against her wet, open folds right above where they were joined. Honey nearly screamed with wordless pleasure as the feeling of his thick cock pressing inside her and his long fingers rubbing against her clit sent her crying over the edge. She felt her pussy spasm helplessly around the thick invader and then Officer Nick pressed her hard against the squad car and she could feel the head of his cock pulsing inside her, bathing her womb with heat and filling her cunt to overflowing with his hot cum.

“Oh, God,” she moaned brokenly as he stopped at last, still holding his cock inside her. “I…I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

“I hope you learned your lesson, Honey,” he said grimly, finally withdrawing from her wet cunt. He unlocked the handcuffs and helped her stand up straight. She could feel his thick cum sliding down her bare thigh and her pussy still tingled from his fierce onslaught.

“Yes, Officer Nick,” she said softly, looking up at him while she rubbed her sore wrists. “Thank you for not arresting me or giving me a ticket.”

“Who said I’m not giving you a ticket?” he had whipped out the long, leather pad and was scribbling busily while he talked. Honey gaped as he tore off the top sheet and handed it to her.

“But, I thought….What’s this even for?” she demanded, looking at him with a frown. “All those charges you mentioned…you said if I let you…that you wouldn’t…”

Officer Nick grinned at her, that cool, predator’s grin and his gray eyes were cold. “I didn’t charge you for speeding or reckless endangerment, Honey,” he told her. “That ticket is for disturbing the peace. The way you were screaming…” he shook his head. “Shouldn’t make so much noise in public,” he told her sternly, tapping the ticket for emphasis. “Explain that one to your Daddy when you ask him to tear it up.” Then he got into his squad car and drove away laughing.

“Oh, why you…” Honey was so mad she could see straight. That was until she looked at the bottom of the ticket. Underneath the charge, ‘Disturbing the Peace,’ Officer Nick had written an address and a time. If she hurried, she would have plenty of time to go home and get a nice long bath before she was due back at his house that night.

Grinning, Honey hopped into her little red car, revved the engine and headed home. She exceeded the speed limit all the way.

I went into the small room the man with glasses had pointed me to without a second thought. If I knew Honey, she could fend for herself. Also, she’d probably be half-naked and posing in some tiny little outfit and loving every minute of it. Don’t get me wrong—she’s my best friend. But she’s also kind of a slut.

That wasn’t going to happen to me, though. I’m a nice girl, even if I do model. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with showing off your natural assets, as Honey calls them, as long as you know where to draw the line. And I always know where to draw it.

So as soon as I walked into the small studio to model lingerie, I knew exactly what I was going to tell them. I’ll do erotic shots as long as they’re tasteful. Nothing crotchless and nothing nippleless- well, you get the idea.

“Oh good—the model’s finally here.” The man who was speaking looked to be around five years older than me with thick black hair and green eyes. He was looking at his watch as he said it and he had a frown on his face. But when I stepped into his line of vision and he looked up at me, the frown melted into a friendly smile. “Well, at least you were worth waiting for,” he said, pulling me forward. “Come on, let’s get started. We don’t have all day.”

I saw that the studio was made up like a bedroom, with a lacy canopy bed set up in the center where I supposed I would be posing.

“Isn’t there a wardrobe department or something?” I asked, nervously. The man with the green eyes laughed. He was very big and the laugh just sort of rumbled up from deep in his chest.

“Where do you think you are, sweetheart? Hollywood?” He pointed to a small folding room divider in the corner. “There’s ‘wardrobe’ right there. Get back there and put on the white outfit first, okay?”

I felt kind of nervous changing with him and the photographer, (who was a quiet man with sandy blond hair) in the room, but what else could I do? I went behind the folding partition and started taking off my clothes. All of them.

The white ‘outfit’ he referred to turned out to be a white lacy bra and panties. The cups on the bra were so low that they almost showed my nipples and the panties were cut very small too. Since my main rule for modeling is that I don’t show my nipples or pussy, I was kind of hesitant to put them on. But then the man with green eyes (he told me his name was Todd while I was changing) started saying I should hurry up, that we didn’t have all day.

I felt nervous coming out dressed in the revealing bra and panties set but Todd only nodded and instructed me to get on the bed. I sat on the edge with my legs closed and my arms crossed over my chest until Todd said I should loosen up.

“What’s wrong, Sharon, baby?” he asked gently. “You’re beautiful and I know this can’t be the first time you’ve modeled.”

Blushing I explained that I had never modeled anything so skimpy before.

“But that’s half the fun of it,” Todd told me with a smile. “You can be as daring as you want because, between you and me, these pictures aren’t going to show your face. The company whose lingerie you’re wearing doesn’t want the model’s head in the shot distracting from their product so if we get a little risky, it doesn’t matter. Nobody will ever know it’s you—all they’ll see is that hot little body with no face to go with it. Okay?”

Well, after he told me no one would ever see my face, I loosened up a little. I mean, what harm could it do? As long as it was just my body they were shooting, I could be anybody. I started out laying on my side so that my breasts pushed together and then Todd urged me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs a little, so they could get some better pictures of the panties.

Then he had another idea. “Sharon,” he said, putting his head to one side like he was thinking hard. “I have an idea. Why don’t you pull down the cups of that pretty white bra just a little—show the contrast of your nipples against the lace fabric. It should make a really nice, classy shot.”

Blushing hard, I explained my basic rule to him—that I don’t show my nipples or my pussy while I’m modeling because what would I do if someone I knew saw the shots?

“But nobody’s going to know it’s you because we’re not shooting your face,” he reminded me. “But I’ll tell you what, if you want, just pull down the cups and cover your nipples with your fingers. That’s a sexy shot and it really doesn’t show too much—just the curve of your breasts. The client will pay more money for a little sex in his pictures and you’ll get a good cut of it.”

I thought about what he said and it made sense. Nobody would see my face and I wouldn’t really be breaking my rule. Plus my rent was due and the sound of more money sounded good. With trembling fingers, I pulled the low white lace cups down, baring my breasts completely and covered my nipples with my fingertips.

I posed all over the place while the photographer took pictures and I felt so sexy—no other modeling job had ever asked me to do something like this and it was making me kind of hot, although I would have died rather than admit it.

After we got lots of shots of me like that, Todd asked me what I thought about doing the same thing down below.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I already told you I don’t show my pussy when I model.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be showing it exactly,” Todd said. “I mean, I bet what you don’t want to show is the hot pink inside of your little pussy, right? But what about the outside?”

Well, I had never made a distinction between inside or outside before but when Todd explained what he wanted me to do, I saw that once again, he made sense. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs so that they could take pictures of the tiny white lace panties which barely covered my pussy lips. Then, following Todd’s instructions, I pulled the panties up so that the sides of the white lace disappeared into my pussy, leaving the lips bare. My clit was still covered, so I thought it was all right.

“Very nice,” Todd murmured as he watched me pose. “You’re shaved, aren’t you?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Shaving all the hair off my little pussy had been Honey’s idea and I had never felt so naked before as when he looked between my legs.

“Let me just see if I can make it a little sexier,” Todd said. He came over and reached between my legs. “I’m just going to adjust the panties, Sharon,” he said, before I could object. “So don’t get upset—I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He seemed so nice and sincere that I lay back and let him do what he wanted. “We like to see the outline of your clit under the panties,” he explained, reaching down to adjust them. “That way it’s almost like saying, ‘look, this lingerie is so hot it turns me on to wear it.’ That’s what the client wants.”

I would have answered him, but I suddenly lost my breath when I felt his hands on me. He was pulling the tiny v crotch of the panties higher between my pussy lips, and spreading me open with his fingers. Then he smoothed the white lace panties down with his fingertips, stroking over my aching clit to make sure the panties were clinging to me just right. His hands on me felt large and warm and knowing and I had the embarrassing realization that I was getting very wet between my legs. I wondered if he could see my hot pink insides through the sheer lace of the panties.

“There now,” Todd said with satisfaction. He told the photographer to take more pictures, especially of my pussy all spread out under the white lace panties. Then he told me to go back behind the screen and put on what he called ‘the black outfit.”

The black outfit was even skimpier than the white one. It was a sheer black lace babydoll gown that split right below the breasts to show my navel and a tiny pair of sheer black panties that were even smaller than the white ones. They barely covered my pussy slit and my lips were completely exposed. When I put it on, I could clearly see both my nipples and my slit.

I explained to Todd that I wasn’t sure about the outfit because even though my nipples and pussy were covered, it was still kind of breaking the rules.

“Oh, come on, Sharon,” he coaxed me, in that deep voice of his. “You already showed more than you meant to, it can’t hurt to show a little more. The sexier the pictures, the more the client will pay for them and remember, nobody will be seeing your face.”

I decided he was right and I had just come out to show him the outfit, when the door opened and another man came in. He was a little taller than Todd and he had brown hair and blue eyes. I started to back away behind the screen but Todd called me back and told me not to be shy.

This is just Jack, my production assistant. I’m showing him the ropes—you don’t mind if he watches, do you?”

I thought about it and decided it didn’t really matter. Besides, Jack was almost as hot as Todd and to be honest, it kind of turned me on to let both of them see me in the tiny little sheer black outfit. I sat and lay on the bed, posing the way Todd directed me to and Jack had some suggestions too.

“Why don’t you pull the top out of the way so we can get some good pictures of those pretty nipples,” he said, in a softer voice than Todd used. “I know those would be some great shots.”

Well, Todd started to explain about my rule to Jack, but I stopped him. “I guess it can’t hurt,” I said. “Just this once.”

Feeling hot and naughty, I pulled the sides of the top out of the way and let them take pictures of my naked breasts and nipples. Then Jack came up with the idea for me to lay back and take more pictures of my pussy.

I felt a little more nervous this time as I lay on my back and waited for Todd to adjust me. The black panties were so tiny that when he spread me open, they barely covered my clit.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, while he adjusted them. It made me nervous and I started to close my legs but he shook his head. “No, don’t Sharon. It’s a good thing. Let me show Jack so he knows what to look for in the future.”

He called Jack over and pointed out how wet I was getting. It made me nervous and hot to have both of those tall, sexy guys looking down at my little pussy all spread open in front of them.

“That’s really good,” Jack agreed, in that soft voice. “But wouldn’t it be even better if you could really see the wetness? I mean—her panties should be soaked with it—glistening and shiny. We should spread it around some.” He reached for me and then stopped. “Do you mind if I show Todd what I mean?” he asked, nicely.

“Sure,” I said, feeling nervous but determined not to show it. “Go ahead—it’s okay.”

“Thank you,” Jack said. Then he turned to Todd. “See, like this,” he said, and reached down to rub the sheer black material of the panties against my wet pussy. “If you have to, you can even get them wetter,” he said. I gasped to feel his large, blunt fingertips dipping into my pussy to gather moisture to spread over the sheer black panties. It felt so good, I didn’t protest, even when his thick fingers went right up inside me, filling my little pussy to the limit.

“Hmm, I see what you mean,” Todd said, standing back to get a good view. “We should take some pictures like that—with you getting her ready, I mean.”

They didn’t ask me this time if it was all right but I was past caring. Jack spread my legs wide and the photographer took picture after picture of him fingering my pussy under the black lace panties. There were pictures of him stroking my swollen little clit and pictures with his fingers buried part of the way and then all of the way inside my tight pussy. Oh, it felt so good!

After a long time when I thought I might come just from Jack touching me, Todd said it was time to try a new outfit. “Try the pink one,” he said. “The one with the rings.

Well, the pink one turned out to be a bikini-type top with two gold metal rings that fit over my hard plump nipples which poked out the center of each one. It was tied on with pink strings. The bottom was even worse. It just had one round metal ring but I couldn’t figure out where to put it.

“Come out and I’ll show you,” Todd said, when I admitted I couldn’t figure it out. He adjusted the strings and had me spread my legs wide for him. To my embarrassment, it turned out that two of the strings held my pussy lips open while the gold ring encircled my throbbing clit. I had never felt so exposed in my life and yet, I was loving it. It was so hot.

“Mmm, very nice,” Jack said approvingly, watching as Todd stroked my clit to make sure it stuck out enough. “You know,” he said, turning to Todd. “I think we should give Sharon a chance to do some really special shots. You know—the extra sexy ones the clients pay the most for?”

Todd looked at me and nodded his head. “Yes—she’s got just the right look. It’s a great idea.”

They positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees and I was a little nervous about the whole thing until they explained to me that we were just going to be doing what they called ‘fake fuck’ shots. Both Todd and Jack were going to be in the pictures with me but nothing would actually happen. The goal was to make the person looking at the picture that something was just about to happen or that something had already happened.

Once we had that settled, I relaxed and started to enjoy myself again. Todd got behind me and Jack got on his knees in front of me and both of them unzipped their pants. Since I knew nothing was going to happen, it didn’t bother me when both of them pulled out the most enormous cocks I had ever seen.

“Now see,” Jack said softly. “Just pretend like you’re about to kiss the head of my cock while Andy (that was the photographer) takes the shot. I did what he said and then I got a little bolder and actually did kiss it.

“Mmm,” Jack said softly. “That’s nice. That would make a great shot—do it again for the camera.” I did and just as the camera clicked, I felt something hot and hard bumping my inner thigh.

I looked back but Todd told me not to worry—that he was just doing the same kind of fake shot that we were. “I’m just putting the head of my cock between your legs to make it look real,” he assured me. “In fact, it would look better if you spread a little wider so we could get a shot of my rubbing against your pussy lips.”

I did what he said, spreading my legs and kissing the head of Jack’s cock again while Todd rubbed the head of his cock against my wide open slit and my swollen clit which was throbbing inside the little golden ring that put it on display.

“That’s very good,” Jack murmured, after a while. “But we could do better. What if you took just the head of my cock between your lips? Pretend like you’re sucking it—that would be really hot.”

I had to agree with him so I opened my mouth and licked and sucked the head of his cock, just like he wanted me to. Then Todd had the idea to put the head of his cock inside my pussy which was still held open by the pink strings of my outfit. It made me nervous at first—it was almost like fucking, after all, but then he promised it would be just the head and it would look so hot and I agreed.

It felt like hours that I posed on my hands and knees, licking the head of Jack’s cock like a lollypop while Todd pressed the wide head of his cock in and out of my tight wet pussy. I know we got lots of good pictures but then Todd said they could get even better.

“What makes these shots look really good and authentic is if we’re all wet,” he said. “Like if you go ahead and suck Jack to the root just once then it looks like you’re giving him a real blow job. And if I put my whole cock in your pussy all the way—just once to get it wet, then when I pull out it looks like we were really fucking.”

I figured that just once couldn’t hurt. So while I took as much of Jack’s thick shaft down my throat as I could, I could feel Todd’s cock pushing slowly all the way into my tight, wet pussy for the first time. It felt so much better than just having the head in me, the way his thickness was spreading my pussy lips and stretching my tight, hot little hole until he bottomed out inside me.

Todd stopped while he was deep in my cunt and had the photographer take several pictures of him buried all the way inside me and Jack’s cock all the way down my throat. Then he stated to pull out again, but by that time I was so hot I couldn’t stand it any more. I started sucking Jack’s cock for real and pressing my hips back towards Todd at the same time, trying to get more of his shaft inside of me.

Well, I guess after that our ‘fake fuck’ shots got real in a hurry. It felt so good that I couldn’t stop until I was full of white creamy cum on both ends. After we were finished, I met Honey and told her what I rough shoot I had had. And it was the absolute truth.

It was all my best friend Sharon’s fault—she talked me into coming with her to the modeling shoot in the first place. I didn’t want to go, I don’t model even though people tell me I could. My name is Honey and I’m about five eight with golden blond hair that brushes my hips and big green eyes. I have a trim little waist and curvy hips but my best asset is definitely my tits.

They started growing in grade school and it used to embarrass me the way all the boys would look at them until I realized that I sort of liked it— having their eyes on me, I mean. I started wearing tight tops and accidentally ‘forgetting’ to wear my bra, just to see their eyes pop when my nipples got hard. It always made me so wet to think I was affecting them, just by showing off my natural assets.

I think that’s the real reason I don’t model—it’s because I’m a closet exhibitionist and I’m always afraid I’ll go too far. Which is exactly what happened at the shoot.

The minute we walked in, I was sure there was more than modeling going on. Dozens of nearly naked girls were strolling past in the tiniest outfits imaginable—nothing like the usual gigs Sharon drags me to.

“Uh, Sharon, are you sure this is the place?” I asked, watching a busty brunette stroll past in what looked like a crotchless body stocking and a feather boa.

“Duh, Honey,” she said, rattling the newspaper clipping in front of my face. “This is the address they listed.”

“Well, excuse me,” I muttered. I was just thinking about leaving her to fend for herself when a nice looking man with light brown hair and glasses walked up to both of us.

“You’re here for the shoot?” he asked, consulting a clipboard.

“Yes we are,” Sharon answered, grinning at me, daring me to correct the man’s mistake.

Before I could say that I was only here for moral support, he consulted the clipboard again. “You,” he nodded at Sharon, “Go find Dan Jernigan and tell him Matt says you’re perfect for lingerie.” He waved her towards a small room in the corner and she left without a backwards glance. Some friend!

“Now you…” The man I supposed must be Matt, stood back to look me over. As I felt his sharp blue eyes rake over me, I had to suppress a shiver. I had gone out, as usual, without my bra and I could feel my nipples peaking under his hot gaze.

“Yes?” I asked softly, forgetting that I hadn’t gone there to model in the first place.

“You were made to model bikinis,” Matt said softly. He brushed one large hand down my arm and I felt heat climbing my skin. “Follow me,” he said, and led me up a rickety flight of stairs to a tiny enclosed room.

Inside was a beach set, complete with a blue back ground, sand and even a striped beach ball. Matt introduced me to Jacques, a tall, dark man with piercing eyes who was the photographer, and then hustled me behind a small screen where a variety of bathing suits were laid out.

“Oh my.” I fingered the tiny scraps of soft material, some of them small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.

“Just start with whatever you feel comfortable with, and we’ll go from there,” Matt said.

Well, it didn’t take long for my closet exhibitionist to come out. I have to confess that I bypassed the traditional Brazilian bikinis and went straight for the smaller suits. These were bikinis like I’d only ever seen on-line and never dared to order. I think they’re called ‘micro’ bikinis, because they barely cover anything at all. The top was two slices of material only slightly wider than my areolas and, looking down at the tiny patch of shiny pink fabric that barely covered my pussy lips, I was really glad I had shaved that morning.

“Well?” I heard Jacques call and Matt asked, “Are you ready?”

I felt a little shy about coming out in front of them dressed in the revealing bikini but I held my head high and marched out anyway, feeling my nipples harden as they always do when I’m excited.

“Mmm, very nice,” Matt murmured in approval as I posed in front of them, listening to the click of the camera. “Now for the wet look,” he added, when Jacques motioned to him.

“Wet look?” I looked at the cup of water in his hand uncertainly.

“This bikini manufacturer guarantees that their suits are transparent when wet,” he said, smiling at me. “Don’t worry—the water’s warm.”

I stood still and let him pour warm water over the pink slice top and even spread my legs for him to pour a thin stream of it over the tiny scrap of fabric that covered my crotch. When he was done, my nipples were much more visible and you could even see the plump, naked lips of my pussy, pressing against the thin material.

They brought out a chair and Jacques motioned for me to sit on it and spread my legs. “So we can get the best pictures,” he said. It was embarrassing but hot to feel their eyes on me and hear the camera clicking as they took picture after picture of my cunt, spread out under the thin suit for them. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and I hoped they didn’t notice.

After that Matt told me to pick another suit. I don’t know what made me do it, but I found an even smaller one. I think it’s called a ‘micromini’. The tiny white triangles of cloth were made of a see-through mesh this time and the top barely covered my nipples. The bottom was hard to figure out—should it cover my slit or my pussy lips? It wasn’t big enough to do both.

“Are you having some trouble back there?” Matt called.

Blushing, I explained my problem.

“Come out from behind the screen and I’ll help you. Don’t worry, Jacque and I have seen it all,” he said.

I came out and he explained that the tiny scrap of fabric was supposed to show the top part of my pussy slit and then disappear between the lips, creating what he called a ‘cameltoe’ effect. He helped me arrange the suit and his fingers were warm and gentle as he worked to get it just right, making sure the top part of my slit was visible and that the bottom was tucked neatly between my lips.

I had my legs open for him and while he was spreading my pussy open to get the suit just right, he kept brushing over my clit by accident, sending these hot, shivering tingles all down my spine. It was embarrassing both because Jacques was watching us and because I knew he could tell how wet I was and how turned on showing myself to both of them was making me…

“How does that feel?” Matt murmured, looking up at me from his place between my legs where he was adjusting the tiny bottom of the micomini bikini between my pussy lips.

“I…I think that’s good,” I murmured, enjoying the way his long fingers stroked over my hot clit as he adjusted me.

“Excellent.” He smiled at me and arranged me in the chair again with my legs spread wide. Jacques murmured approvingly as he clicked picture after picture of my hard nipples and plump little cunt on display beneath the tiny bikini. By this time my pussy was all wet and swollen from all the attention Matt had been giving me and I knew that this time they wouldn’t have to pour a cup of water on my crotch to get the ‘wet look.’

Then Jacques was motioning to my legs and Matt came over and asked if I minded taking some shots that involved ‘extra exposure’.

“What does that mean?” I asked, feeling nervous and hot all at once.

“This manufacturer likes to show some special shots on their website—we just pull the bottoms a little to once side,” he explained. “Nothing really obvious, just like you were at the beach and you’re tying to adjust your bikini and it shows a little more. Do you mind? It pays more money than the regular shots.”

By then money was the last thing on my mind. I was loving the hot feeling I got from exposing my tits and pussy on film. The idea that not only Matt and Jacques but also lots of horny guys on-line would see me made me even hotter.

Following Matt’s instructions, I pulled the tiny triangle of fabric away from my glistening wet pussy, as though I was trying to adjust it. By this time I was so swollen and wet that my cunt lips were opening up like a flower. Jacques clicked several very nice shots of the hot pink inside of my pussy and my throbbing little clit, spread wide and wet and open for the camera.

Then it was time to change swimsuits again. I couldn’t imagine anything smaller than what I had on, but Matt showed me something called an ‘invisible thong’. Basically the top was just a series of hot pink neon strings that outlined my full breasts instead of covering them. The bottom was even smaller. It was a single string that came up between my bare pussy lips, hiding nothing but my clit. It wouldn’t even hide that if I spread my legs and it slipped to one side.

Matt helped me adjust it and this time his long fingers slipped all the way up inside my hot wet pussy when I spread my legs for him. I knew he was fingerfucking me and not just adjusting the suit, but I couldn’t seem to make myself ask him to stop.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, pressing two long fingers all the way up inside my tight little cunt. “You like showing off for the camera.”

“Yes,” I whispered, spreading my legs a little wider. God, I was so hot!

That was when Matt told me that there were some other shots they could take—some that he would be in with me—that paid even more. Like I said, money was the last thing on my mind. I said yes almost before the words were out of his mouth.

Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees in the sand of the beach set and Matt was behind me, pulling the tiny string of the invisible thong out of the way.

“I’m just going to pose with the head of my cock against the outside of your pussy,” he explained. “That way it looks like we’re really fucking.”

“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly, and spread my legs for him, shivering with anticipation.

I heard the low purr of Matt’s zipper going down and then the broad, mushroom shaped head of his cock was pressing against my wet, open pussy. He started rubbing it up and down my slippery slit while Jacques took picture after picture of us. I felt so hot, with my tits hanging down like ripe fruit and my legs spread wide while Matt rubbed his cock against me, that I thought I might explode.

After a while he said, “Let’s try something different. I’m going to spread your pussy lips open and just put the head of my cock inside you. That way it looks like we just fucked and I’m pulling out of you after filling you up with my cum.”

 His hot naughty words excited me so much I felt like I couldn’t breath.

“Okay, I murmured, wanting to feel him inside me, even if it was only the head. I tilted my pelvis back and spread my thighs wider, feeling hotter than I ever had before.

I felt a stretching sensation as Matt pressed the broad head of his cock against my tight little entrance, entering my hot cunt. And that was when it happened. See, the problem was that I was too hot. All of the fondling and posing I had been doing had made my pussy wetter and slipperier that it had ever been before. When Matt tried to just put the head of his cock inside me, over half of his thick length slid right up into my open cunt.

Well, I guess I knew it was wrong but by that time I was past caring. I braced myself on my hands and knees and pushed back, feeling the rest of Matt’s hard cock slide home, so that the head was pressing hard against the end of my tight, slippery channel.

“Just do it,” I whispered. “Just fuck me.”

Matt groaned and I could feel him gripping my hips hard. Then he pulled back and sank his thick shaft all the way into my wet, open pussy again. Over and over he pounded into my willing cunt as I braced myself on my hands and knees and tried to handle his rough, delicious fucking.

Before I knew it, I was coming hard, all over his cock and Jacques was taking pictures of the whole thing. Then I felt Matt spread me wide and press as deep into my pussy as he could. There was a hot wet sensation and I knew he was coming in my unprotected pussy. The sensation was so intense that it triggered a second orgasm and I could feel my cum soaked cunt squeezing his shaft, as though trying to milk every last drop into my body.

By the time Jacques finally did take the ‘pull out’ shot, it was for real and I knew all the viewers on the internet would be able to tell by the thick white cum leaking out of my freshly-fucked cunt.

Matt helped me clean up and shook my hand, then I got dressed and went to wait for Sharon down stairs. It wasn’t long before she appeared, looking all worn out.

“Boy,” she said. “That was a rough shoot.”

I grinned at her. “Tell me about it!”