Wana'be Model

[prince_81]

Hi Brothers and Sisters,

Another story... This one will be long... Please bear with it.

"Excuse me, I see you have a baby. Can I ask you how old he or she is?"
"She's just three months."
"She looks a beauty; I'll bet she'll grow-up to be a stunner like her mom. I assume you are her mom?"
"Yes she's mine. Sorry, you'll have to excuse me; I have to get on with my shopping now."
"No please don't go yet, I'm sure we have something that will interest you. Wouldn't you like a year's supply of essentials for your baby?"
"What kind of essentials?"

"There's a whole range. Powdered milk, nappies (diapers), baby wipes, baby food in jars, and our new sliming powder."
"Sliming powder for a baby? You've got to be joking?"
"No. We're doing the preparatory work for an advertising campaign for a slimming powder that helps women loose weight after having a baby. It's made by Gluxo; they're the biggest baby food manufacturer in UK. And you are just the ideal type of woman we're looking for."
"But I've never even heard of this slimming stuff, let alone used it."
"That doesn't matter at all, all that matters is, that you've had a baby in the last six months, and you've got your sexy figure back already. And you fit both of those requirements."
"But what would I be expected to do?"

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

"You are kidding me?"

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

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

"Yes. That's it."

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

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

"What you'd want me to go now?"
"Yes. I'm afraid its one of those things you have to grab quickly."
"I'll have to phone my husband to see what he thinks."
"That's up to you. But I know what he'll say. My honest advice is. If you want to do it, just grab the opportunity while you've got the chance. I'm not exaggerating when I say; this is a once in a lifetime chance. If you don't take it, then it's something you'll look back at in the future, and kick yourself for missing."

To Be Continued....

[ralphael]

hmmm interesting looking forward for more!

[HayHot]

As i said, please, if you want to post stories copied from other site, do it at one shot, or just post the link.
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"But why do you say my husband won’t want me to do it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about me getting home?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You guessed it. Do you mind?"

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

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

"You’re going on your own?"

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

"Any idea how long you’ll be?"

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

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

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

I kissed baby.

"Bye then, see you later."

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

"Get in the back."

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

"Just that sexy little body of yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

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

"Oh yes!"

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

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

I stepped onto the scales.

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

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

"Now bust."

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

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

"I’ll try."

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

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

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

"Yes you do what you need to."

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

"I don’t think I need steadying."

"I’d feel happier if he did."

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

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

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

"Is that ok, not too tight?"

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

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

"Yes I guess so."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, its ok."

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

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

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

"No. It’s fine."

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this necessary?"

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

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

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

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

I blushed.

"Yes I known."

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

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

"I guess its ok."

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

"I’ll try."

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

"That’s found one?"

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

"Mmmmmm."

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

Graham looked up at me.

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

"Y yes."

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

"I I don’t know. Please stop now."

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

"And if it does?"
"Then I’m going home now."
"Well that’s ok then, because the final part of this
test doesn’t involve my touching your flesh at all. So
can I carry on?"
"Ok."
He moved his hand directly under my crotch, and lifted
until I felt one of his fingers make contact with the
thin material of the gusset of the costume. My reaction
was automatic, instant, and completely involuntary.
Even though I was being held by my tummy, my hips sort
of plunged downwards, pushing his finger and costume
material into my cunt hole. Maybe only half inch or so;
but that was enough to send a shudder through my whole
body (and my ‘body hole’). He then drew it forwards,
out of my hole, along my slot until he reached my clit.
His finger circled around my clit, which with my
aroused pussy, didn’t take much encouragement before it
swelled like a little dick with a hard-on. This was
something my husband would always tease me about; he’d
call me a ‘chick with a dick’.

"Jesus, is that your clit?"

"Please stop now."

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

"No please don’t."

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

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

"I promise. Can I look now?"

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I struggled, but they held me tight.

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

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

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

"No please, you promised no touching."

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

"You did say just a quick look."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I let his comment pass with out reaction.

"What have you done with my clothes?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I just wanted to make sure."

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

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

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

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

I was panic stricken.

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

[HayHot]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he looked at John.

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

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

"Ok hop up love."

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

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

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

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

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

"I feel ok."

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

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

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

"I think so."

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

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

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

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

"What, the photographs?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please no. You wouldn’t let him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

"You’re a bloody fool."

That was John talking to Richard.

"What are you going on about?"

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

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

"Ok. I’ll ask her. Well?"

He looked at me.

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

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

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

"With us all watching?"

"Why not?"

"Prove it."

"I will, when Graham comes back in."

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

"I just said I’ll do it."

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

"How?"

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

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

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

"You can both spread my cunt open."

Then John asked.

"Can I kiss it as well?"

I thought; what the hell difference would it make?

"Yes. You can kiss it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why should I?"

[HayHot]

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

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

"So she’s come around has she?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

"Are we gona’ start shooting?"

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

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

He turned to the men sitting on the other couch.

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"Him and him."

"Ok lads hop up."

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

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

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

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

I leaned back.

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

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

"Yes its fine."

"Can you still reach your pussy?"

"What you want me to try?"

"No questions. Just do it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone did as he said.

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

"Ok boys, that’s enough for now."

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

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

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

"You liked it?"

"Oh yes."

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

"I’m not sure what you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking hell, she has got a dick."

He said. Graham then replied.

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

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

"Oh god. My cunt is going wild."

"Do you want him to fuck you?"

"I-I don’t know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you feel alright about it?"

"I guess so."

"What about my fingers up your bottom?"

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

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

"I’m not sure."

"But it can’t be hurting you?"

"No, only at first."

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

"I guess so."

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

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

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

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

"What about them?"

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

"Yes. But what’s your question?"

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

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

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

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

"Can I ask you just one more thing?"

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

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

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

"I won’t."

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

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

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

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

"Please one more?"

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

"But I won’t actually get fucked?"

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

"Scream. Ouch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

"Can you do deep throat?"

"I have done it once."

"Once? How long have you been married?"

"Twelve years."

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

"No. course not."

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

"Do I have to tell you?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look what I found on your landing."

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

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

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

"What my wife?"

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

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

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

Then Ken butted in.

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

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

"So much for your bragging."

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

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

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

"Me, I’ve got a hard already."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

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

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

"Wow! And this is a real advert?"

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

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

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

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

"Hah. You are kidding?"

"Why kidding?"

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

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

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

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

"But this is just the same thing."

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

"Ok, I suppose I’ll do it. But."

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

"But not fuck me."

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

"Yes."

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

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

"I’ll be ok."

"What about you Ben?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever. Just get a move-on."

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

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

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

"Ok are we all ready?"

Heads nodded all around.

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

"As I’ll ever be."

"Ok Ben, over to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know what to reply to this.

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

"It’s not that."

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

"You let him fuck me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well you did agree."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What kind of bet?"

[HayHot]

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

"Oh yes."

"Does your Harry fuck your arse?"

"No!"

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

"Look you said no fucking."

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

"No. I couldn’t do that."

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

"You mean fucking me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok is he big enough for you now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok Ben, ease it out gently."

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

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

"That you know about women."

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Faster Ben faster."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok are you ready Brenda?"

"Yes."

"Ok slide it up her."

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

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

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

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

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

Or.

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

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

Then he turned to Graham.

[HayHot]

"Hey boss, have decided yet?"

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

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

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

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

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

Graham looked across.

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

"Yes I’m ready for you."

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

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

"Ready to try again?"

I nodded.

"Speak for the camera."

"Yes I’m ready."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How are you feeling?"

"Fucked!"

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

"I guess so."

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

"Yes."

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

"Oh god, I forgot about that."

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

"Yes."

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

"Will it hurt me?"

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

"Yes. But please go gentle."

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

"You’re not doing this on camera?"

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

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

"Graham has my permission to fuck my bottom."

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Graham sat up.

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

John looked at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess so, what do they involve?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

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

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

The door opened, and in came Graham.

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"So what did you mean?"

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

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

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

"IS IT? WELL IF THAT’S THE CASE."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok, I’ll do it. What happens next?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[HayHot]

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

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

"Come-on girl, this’ll help."

"Thanks."

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

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

"She certainly looks fucked."

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

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

"How are you feeling now?"

"I’m ok. Just a little tired."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ok?"

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

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

"Tired."

John spoke up.

"I think she means fucked."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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