New Model [MF][bdsm][Mdom][Fsub] | 2016

I came to the grocery store to quickly get ingredients for a batch of brownies I've been craving all day. Instantly I noticed him looking at me, not even trying to hide it. A late twenties- maybe early thirties- man, lightly tanned skin, about 6'2", broad shoulders, maybe muscles, dark brown short curly hair, green sweater with a button up under and some slacks, and he's staring at me. I looked at him as I passed to grab the box of mix. Yep, definitely staring. Saw him again when I went to get eggs, and again getting milk.

As I stood by the tin pans debating to get a single or a three pack, here he comes again. He hands me a basket, "You look like you need this." He said with a smile. His voice is deep and sensual, but ruined with his silver crown on his front tooth. "Thank you." I reply as I dump the contents from my hands neatly into the basket. I take the basket from his hand, brushing my fingers over his, then turn my attention back to the aluminum. "I'm Carl," he says, sticking his hand out. I smile, "Heather," I reply, shaking his hand as I try to follow his eyes. They cast downward... I think he's looking at my hand, or maybe my feet. He couldn't possibly be looking anything pleasing, I have on loose sweats and my high school hoodie, my hair is half afro puff since yesterday's rain is torture to a black girl, and my sandals are beat up and dirty. And if he feels turned on then I'll have to burst his bubble- I'm only nineteen. I get a better look at him. He has big round brown eyes. Beautiful eyelashes although his eyebrows are bushy. His curls look like a perm opposed to natural. His nose is pointy and slightly large. Full lips, actually plump. Boxy jawline and a cleft chin. If I didn't know any better I'd think he wants to be superman.

He seems to be in a trans, or deep thought, as he continues shaking my hand. I stop moving my arm and he loosens his grip, sliding his hand to hold my fingers. Finally he speaks, "Have you ever thought about becoming a model?" I chuckle, "Yea when I was seven, and again when I was fourteen." "Well maybe you should think about it, because you have pretty hands and you would look great in a nail polish commercial." I just laughed as I took my hand away and grabbed a random tin pan. I walked away, grabbing a bag of chocolate chips before making my way to the register. "M'am," a young cashier said, "I can help you at this register." I walked over and placed my items on the belt. I pulled out my wallet and waited for the total to pop up. "And you're all set," the cashier said, "Thank you, have a nice day." "Umm..." I said confused, "I haven't paid yet." "Yes, a gentleman paid previously for you. The receipt is in the bag. Have a nice day." I grabbed my bags and walked out.

When I got home, I started on the brownies. After I placed the mix in the oven, I threw the eggshells in the bag, which made me notice a card. On the front was a phone number, fax, email, and an address. On the back read, 'Heather, though you would have a future in hand modeling, I would love to make your fourteen year old dream come true. Contact me and we can make you Victoria's new secret.' I laughed at this and threw the yolk covered card to the side. In the middle of me eating my third brownie, I decided to contact Mr. Carl. After maybe an hour and a half of constant back and fourth emailing, we came to a consensus to meet at his studio.

I arrived at this glamorous lobby, six doors surrounding the perimeter. Behind the giant oak table in the middle of the marble floor is a young blonde receptionist with extremely perky breasts, and behind her is a large staircase with eight pink chandeliers lined over it. At the top was Carl, "Just on time." He said, clapping. Actually I was 20 minutes early just in case, but I didn't want to argue before the interview even started. He kissed both my cheeks and lead me into one of the rooms. This particular room was all purple- purple couches, purple rugs, purple lights. I tried to contain my composure even though purple is my favorite color. Carl took notice, "Do you like it? I know how you like purple." He said smiling. Then I noticed the silver tooth was gone, maybe he had a dentist appointment. "Yes I do," I responded, "I might have to move in here." We both giggled. He keep his gaze on me. "I like your outfit, very-" he paused, looked down, then back up, "sophisticated." I liked my outfit too. Bright red form-fitting button-up top with the sleeves rolled up to my elbow, slim black high-waist pants with buttons up the front, black red bottom stilettos, red lipstick, light eyeliner and mascara, my short hair brushed down with my bangs curled, and a small red purse. I smiled, "Thank you. I try to be completely professional during all job opportunities." Carl gestured for us to sit on the couch, "Well you look cute, sexy even. I almost want to relocate this meeting to the red room but I'm afraid I'll lose you." More laughs, then an awkward silence. He picks up a clipboard, "Ok, let's get to it. So you are nineteen, 5'8" all legs, size four with a B-cup, grew up a cheerleader-which I assume leads to muscle tone- perfect blemish free maple brown skin, and you look great in red lipstick and heels." I nodded with each statement, unsure if I should be nervous or not. He stared at me. I constantly switched my gaze from him to the wall then back. He moved his hand to my knee, sliding it up to grab my hand. I held my breath and bit my lip, I probably look stupid. His look turned concerned, "If you need to do this later then-" I cut him off, "No!" I yelled, then fixed myself, "No I'm fine. I just feel excited to start." "Good." He smiled, "Would you mind starting now?" "Sure," I said softly, suddenly feeling an attraction to him.

Ten outfits, two brakes, hundreds of conversations and thousands of poses later, we went into a colorful room with bright yellowish lights pointed to a tan leather couch. At this point I was in a brown push-up bra and matching thong. It matched my skin pretty well, almost could mistake me as naked. I did a lot of poses laying on my back or side. Then the question I was dreading: "Are you ready to get daring?" He said, walking towards me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "That depends," I say looking up at him, trying to avoid his crotch in my face (though I bet his view is still satisfying), "What exactly do you mean?" He chuckled, "Nothing your dad would hate, just a few shots that will be photoshopped to make it appear as you being naked. But you'll be covered. You know, diamonds, teddy bears, fur, that purple pillow you love so much." He spoke slowly, and dragged his fingers along my shoulders. "Well, Carl," I said as I pushed my body away and leaned on the couch, "Pose me and take your shot." As he grabbed me and turned me into a mannequin, he started a new conversation, "Are you a virgin?" He asked causally. Although I'm surprised, I try to respond casually, "No, haven't been for a while. But I'm not easy, nor a whore." "I didn't think so. You're too gorgeous for your boyfriends to resist." I looked for any expression in his face, nothing except concentration. Finally he looked back at me, ran to his camera, and came back to snap a few pictures. He probably got three good ones before I changed my expression. "Do that look again." He said frantically, "Actually, grab that red sheet and lay on the floor with it over your breasts." I rushed to do what he said, although I was unsure of which look I was making. Carl came to adjust the sheet, but slipped and banged his knee. I sat up and leaned over to massage it. We both looked at each other as I rubbed his injury.

I broke the silence, "Carl, how old are you?" He laughed hard, making me laugh too. "Not old enough to need a wheel chair after tripping." He said, pushing my hand away. "I'm only 26." "Really!?" I said surprised. "Yes really smart ass." he said, pushing my chin playfully. "I just meant-" "Yea, yea, yea I'm messing with you." We sat in another not-so-awkward silence, both on the floor, face-to-face. Why do I feel tempted to kiss him, to bite those big lips and swirl my hands in his curly hair, and scream for mercy while he pounds me hard. "Heather," he said, reaching over to adjust my bra strap. "Do you?" He asked. "Do I what?" I say realizing I must have blanked on whatever he said. "Would you like to see some of your shots?" "Yes I'd love to." I say eagerly. "Come here," he says grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit next to him. We scrolled through the photos. A lot of these were amazing shots. Some don't even look like me. Carl admired his work, "I like this. And this one is sexy. This one shows how beautiful your skin is." I looked past the camera for a moment, and noticed a bulge through his slacks. Finally he got to the most recent photo, and he was right, I should have kept that look. I almost look like a porn star the way I looked up in almost a bitchy way with my mouth hanging open and my breast hiked up in the distance.

He stayed on this photo. Each second his pants began to lift more and now there's no denying it. Finally he noticed his secret and quickly changed his position. Then he looked at me, and I looked at him. "Can I ask you something?" He whispered. I nodded as we keep our eyes locked on each other. He took a deep breath, "Do you want me as much as I want you?" I sat in awe, not saying a word. Swiftly he pulled me by my waist as he pushed his lips onto mine. They were everything I wanted them to be: warm, inviting, soft. He pulled me harder, and I adjusted myself to sit on his lap, never leaving his lips. With each kiss, I added a grind in, relieving some of the ache in my pussy. I kept kissing, afraid to make the first move. I felt his cock throbbing under me and I wanted him so much more.

He lifted up and placed me on the ground with our kisses still in sync. Now he's on top and grinding me furiously. The thin fabric in this thong allowed me to feel every bit. I let out soft moans with our kisses, and I knew he was getting more excited. Finally his lips went lower, making pit stops to try and place hickeys every where. He got up and hovered in my face, "Tell me if you want me to stop." Then he tugged at my bra exposing my breasts. "They're lovely." He said, cupping and squeezing one while pinching at the nipple of the other. I grabbed the back of his head as he swirled his tongue on my nipple. He sucked away with a loud smack and switched to the other side. I scratched my fingers on the back of his neck until he pulled them away and continued lower. He got to my thong, and open the secret slit where he slid his fingers right in and tried to get me to orgasm. I did almost instantly, and he laughed. "So you're a weak one, I can have a lot of fun with you." He said, then licked my juices off his fingers.

I sat up to kiss him, which he accepted, then he told me to get on my knees on the couch. I jumped up quickly and did what he asked. He spanked me, leaving his hand on my skin as he dragged it up my back, to my shoulder, down my arm, and holding my hand on the back side of the couch. Then he pulled out fuzzy blue handcuffs that were attached to the couch and locked me in. He got naked, muscle after muscle of pecks, abs and biceps. He was saving his boxers for last. Underneath he exposed his massive cock. I know my eyes grew big by the way he chuckled, "You like it. It's natural. Eleven inches long, three inches thick, and my quickest was eight minutes. But you're a cum whore. You cant even last twenty seconds with my fingers, so I hope you can handle me, baby." I felt turned on to be able to feel it inside of me, but afraid of how much I'd be able to take. I kissed the head, then again, then licked the precum from it. He took it from me and slapped me with it, then jammed in past my lips and as far as it would go. I felt so far away from his body. I can only take about seven inches, but even then I take a while to adjust. He tried to be gentle, backing up enough to keep his head in my lips. He dipped in and out, holding the tip of my chin with one hand and the back of my head with the other. "Spit on it." He demanded, and I obeyed. Then he began jacking off while having me suck on the tip. Not too long after the hot cum slid past my lips and dripped down my chin.

"You're a good girl," he said, wiping up what was on my face and letting me lick it off his fingers. He walked around and slipped the thong off of me. His fingers slid up my legs, to the back of my thighs, then split my legs apart. He slid himself under me and grabbed my hips to place me over him. He kissed my neck, sucking and licking roughly. I tried to shift my hips to get his cock in but his size is so incredible I couldn't slip down. He threw me up and slid down to the floor, placing his mouth right under my wet pussy, licking once, then twice. I gasped each time, pressing my hips towards his face. He smacked my ass with both hands and pushed me away. "Carl," I moaned, "please..." He looked up at me as his lips brushed my slit with each word, "Please what. I don't know what you're talking about." He talked slowly, then kissed me gently. I rolled my eyes back while I began grinding against his lips. I begged, "Please don't stop." Kiss after kiss, his tongue rolling around my slit, lips sliding over my clit. I cried out with pleasure, "Oooh... Mmmmm... Aaaahhhh..." I struggled with the cuffs, jingling them as I tried to break free. I felt myself oozing cum onto his tongue as he furiously flicked his tongue on my clit.

With a quick push and pull, he sat under me, my arms still chained up behind his neck. I felt his tip poking at my pussy. In, then out. Again and again. He was teasing me, and my restriction kept me from doing anything about it. I pushed down and successfully got in an inch or two before he pushed me up. I squirmed for his return, but his strong arms held me in place. "I thought you were a good girl." He said, locking his eyes into mine. "I am," I cooed. "Good girls wait until Daddy is ready." "Sorry, Daddy." I whined, "Can I have my treat?" He gripped my waist and jammed me down on his cock. I squealed, feeling every inch of his destruction. We sat like this for a while, my eyes were closed and my pussy tried to adjust to the warm welcomed invasion. "Oh baby, I like the way you squeeze around me." He moaned in my ear.

I finally lifted and went back down slowly. On my next rise, he pushed me away and climbed out from under me. He stood behind me and filled me again with his cock. I moaned loudly, throwing my head up and arching my back. I pulled away then slammed myself back. The smack of our thighs echoed off the walls. My mouth went dry from moaning and heavy breathing. "Oh Daddy yes. Take me, fuck me!" I yelled, not caring who heard. I lost track of how many orgasms happened, but I knew I would drip out another before I collapse of exhaustion. I felt his hands on the back of my neck, and he quickened the pace. His breaths were heavy, "Are you hungry baby?" "Yes Daddy," I mumbled between moans. He rushed to the other side of the couch and shot out another load down my throat. I moaned as I sucked out every drop, and kept sucking in hopes he would be ready to go again. He undid my handcuffs, kissed my forehead, then started grabbing his clothes.

We went back to the purple room, where we talked about contract deals and boring stuff as if our rendezvous never happened. I shook his hand, then he leaned in for a kiss as we held hands. I lifted my arms around his neck and he put his on my waist. He pushed away, and walked me to my car.

Later on that night, I got an email. Actually, several emails. About ten from Carl, a bunch of junk mail, and one from someone named Daniel. I read Dan's first. 'Hello Heather, My name is Dan and I have received your resume, letter of recommendation, and action shots. Considering this recommendation is from Carl, my top male model, I can really tell I'll love you. Maybe you both can have a few scenes together. You have an amazing body, and with a slight breast enhancer, I could make you the front page of Show Magazine. Please give me a call. I would love to see you in person.' I smiled at this great news, but realized that Carl isn't the head honcho of the group. I checked his emails next. They were some of the pictures from the shoot. He tagged his favorite as the 'Office Lady', me in a low cut half way buttoned shirt with nothing else but knee high socks and heels. The last email was a video. Actually, it was a full out porno, of us. During our heated moment, I didn't think to ask about the fifty cameras surrounding us. But I couldn't be pissed, we looked so good together. Under the video he wrote, 'And you said you were never a porn star. Record yourself watching this. Don't use lubes, you get wet enough.' I went to make my set and got ready to enjoy my purple vibrating buddy.