Larry: Modeling

A lot of guys really want to have a huge prick. It's sometimes difficult to actually live with a large prick. Let me explain.

I have a weird "hobby." Let me explain... it's a bit of a story. Let's go back to when I was dating Jane. She and I had a decent enough physical relationship - she's a bit of a size queen and was really happy to find out I have a large prick.

After the usual honeymoon period, we were settling into being together. She'd joined this photography group, and they'd go on little outings to take pictures of landscapes, cars, trains, animals and so on. It seems that one of the things they occasionally did was hire a model and take pictures of her (it was always a woman) in various stages of undress. So, the less these women wore, the more the cost to bring them in. Somebody had had a bright idea - how about they take pictures of their wives (or, I guess, girlfriends). Well, it was decided to do this, but they'd only allow people who'd had their wives model to take pictures. And Jane had seen some of the early in a session pictures, where they're still in lingerie and so on, and wanted to take pictures. She didn't want to model naked for her friends, so she wanted me to be her model, and her entry into this little club.

It took me a little while to make my mind up, while Jane occasionally brought it up to remind me. I'd never modeled before, and I quite liked the idea of it. I agreed to do it.

Jane went ahead and offered my services, but the group of guys weren't really interested in pictures of a guy, naked. However some bright spark suggested a session with one of the wives.

I hadn't been happy about this at first, but Jane wore me down - after all, I'd been OK with modeling by myself, so why would having somebody else there make things different? I agreed to do it.

So we'd gone to this warehouse where somebody in the club worked. It's set up with all these little sets that they use for advertising, and we went to one that looked like a kitchen. There were several guys standing around waiting, and a fairly attractive woman dressed smartly.

The session went like I was in a dream. We acted like she was cooking dinner and we were going to have a quickie or something - we both ended up naked and simulating sex. We hardly touched and definitely didn't fuck... she did, at the insistence of her husband, hold my prick, even kneeling down like she was going to suck me off.

It seemed that the guys had enjoyed the shoot - Jane was allowed into their little club and I was requested to model a few more times. I ended up modeling with several women, all decent looking, and simulating various sex acts for the photographers. There were more photographers showing up and Jane said it was because they were opening it up to guys with partners that everybody wanted to do shoots with.

After a few months of this, Jane and I split up, amicably. We didn't talk much for a little while, and eventually she reached out and asked if I was interested in keeping up with the modeling. I said I wasn't - I was only doing it for her, after all. She said the club were missing me in their shoots and were prepared to pay me for my time. Fairly handsomely, it seemed. I relented.

We had a couple more shoots. I recognized many of the photographers now.

This one time though, we were going to be shooting with the wife of one of the newer guys. People seemed a little more excited than I was used to - I figured Dave had shared pictures of her and they were interested in seeing her in the flesh.

They'd told me we were using a bar setting this time and I'd dressed up like a barman.

She was a cute redhead, probably in her mid to late twenties. She was wearing a miniskirt, blouse and jacket. And wedge heeled boots, with bare legs. I, and I'm sure the photographers, as looking forward to seeing her take all of that off.

"Hi all," said Dave, "this is Sue."

Everybody muttered hello.

"I won't introduce them to you, as you won't remember everybody's names, and it's nice to have some plausible deniability if you ever run into one of them somewhere," he joked.

"Somebody I will introduce you to though, is Larry," Dave said, gesturing at me. "He's going to model with you."

I gave her a winning smile and went and shook her hand.

She seemed nervous but smiled back at me.

"Gentlemen," one of the guys said, "time's a-wasting, and we're paying for all this, so shall we get started?"

John, who's usually in charge, told us, well, her, "we were thinking tonight's scene is you seducing the barkeep."

We went over to the bar set.

"Do whatever you want," I told her, "and I'll play along."

I went behind the bar and everybody pointed their cameras towards us. Sue walked up to the middle of the bar.

"Hi Larry," she said, "can I have a white wine please?"

I'd been standing with my back to the bar and turned to her. "Certainly, Sue."

I went and poured some water into a wine glass, then put it in front of her.

"It's water," I told her quietly, "we don't have a liquor license."

She picked up the glass and pretended to drink from it. I could hear the shutter sounds of the cameras.

"How was your day?" I asked her, trying to get her to loosen up a bit.

"Fine," she said, "I'm glad it's over though. I think tonight I can let my hair down a little, you know what I mean?"

Good, she was getting into the swing of it.

"I do," I said, "make yourself comfortable and I'll take care of you."

She took off her jacket and hung it from one of the hooks under the bar. She sat down on a stool.

"Just a moment, sir," I said, pretending to serve somebody else.

I saw Sue lick her lips and undo the top button on her blouse.

I was standing out of shot and saw her get off the stool and shuffle around a bit before sitting down again. I went back over to her and she put a skimpy little black thong on the bar in front of her. I saw it and smiled, looking forward to seeing more of her soon.

A couple of the photographers came closer and took pictures of her thong on the bar, then stepped back.

While they took pictures, I picked up her thong and sniffed it. It smelled nice and clean.

"Can you turn and look at us a minute, Sue?" asked somebody, and she turned her back to me for a few pictures.

"Thanks," I heard from the gloom beyond the stage lights, "carry on."

"Say something," she said.

My mind went blank for a second.

"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."

She fake laughed loudly, throwing her head back. She played with her hair while looking right at me.

"How am I doing?" she asked me.

"Fine," I told her. "Having fun?"

"I guess."

She was sideways to the bar and I faced her. Her head was turned towards me though, and she watched me as she undid the next button. I could see the top of her bra.

"I was thinking I should kiss you," she said.

The wives don't usually kiss me, but I've had pecks on the cheek or even on the lips a few times.

"Go ahead."

She stood up and leaned forwards, grabbing my tie and pulling me to her. I was surprised when her lips were pressed against mine. I felt her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth a little. Our tongues grazed each other briefly and she let go.

"Can you pull your skirt up a little and do that again?" one of the photographers asked.

I saw her shuffle around a bit, then she leaned back in and kissed me again. I was ready for her this time and we kissed hard for a few seconds before I let go of her.

"Wow, is it hot in here or is it just me?" she asked, sitting back down and fanning herself with her hand.

"Oh, I think it's you," I said, grinning at her.

She undid another button on her blouse and I could see the front clasp on her bra, nestling between her tits. I undid my tie and put it on the bar, then undid a couple of buttons on my shirt.

I went to take her wine and she grabbed my hand, stroking it before she let me take her glass.

"I'll get you another glass of wine," I said, turning my back to me.

When I turned back she'd taken off her blouse and put my tie over her head so it was lying between her tits.

I grinned at her and put her wine glass back in front of her.

"I see you have my tie."

"You can come and get it back if you'd like," she said, acting shy.

I looked to John and he nodded. I came around the bar and stood in front of her.

"You can take it," she said, looking down at the tie.

She seemed a lot more forward than the other wives, so I reached in as if I was going to take my tie. I changed my mind and flicked the clasp of her bra so it came undone. She turned towards them, tits still covered by the cups of her bra.

Behind her, I pulled the straps of her bra backwards, exposing her tits.

She shrugged and the straps ran down her arms. She pulled her hands out and I took it off her. I put it on the stool next to her with her blouse.

She stood there while they took pictures, then reached back and grabbed my hands. She pulled them around to her tits, holding them against her. I wasn't used to this level of contact, but I massaged them, tweaking her nipples gently and and feeling them stiffen under my fingers.

I moved around to her side so I could see them.

"Nice tits," I told her.

She faced me.

"I think it's only fair I get to see yours," she said, unbuttoning my shirt.

She pulled my shirt out of my pants, and held it open. She leaned forward and licked and gently bit my nipples as I took my shirt off, just dropping it.

"My turn," I said and quickly sucked on her nipples.

"Pull her nipples out," one of the photographers said.

I looked at her to see if that was OK and she nodded. I took hold of her left nipple and pulled it out and away from her chest, lifting her large tit with it. I let it down carefully and did the same with her right nipple.

She stood up and leaned in, putting her arms around me and pushing her tits into my bare chest. I put my arms around her and we kissed for a while.

I had no idea what her husband was thinking, but I was just following her lead until she put a stop to it.

She held my head and I slid my hands down to her ass. I worked on sliding her skirt up and she turned me so my back was against the bar.

We broke off our kiss, and I asked her "do you want to do this?"

She nodded and I turned her to face the photographers, then unzipped her skirt. A few seconds later I slid it down her legs and she stepped out of it, leaving her in just her boots and my tie, hanging between her tits.

I moved around to her side and turned her to me.

"You're doing great," I told her. "You look amazing."

She glanced at the photographers and I saw Dave give her a thumbs up, so he was obviously fine with it.

"Ignore them," I told her.

She put her arms around me again and put my arms around her by her hips. We started kissing again. I pulled her against me, feeling her ass.

She dropped her hands to my waist and as we separated, she started undoing my pants. This was a little more forward than I was used to - she was driving this faster and faster.

"Is this OK?" she asked.

I nodded and watched her unzip my pants. She pulled them down and I noticed her staring at my prick.

She knelt down to get my pants to my feet and I could see her staring at my prick still being held by my underwear.

I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants, then she pulled my boxers down, staring at my prick now it stood out in front of her. She reached out and took hold of it.

She slid her hand up and down, looking up at me, smiling back at her.

Other wives have held my prick, but she was jacking it. Then she leaned forward and put her mouth over it, sucking it in until her teeth were grazing my shaft. I was amazed that she was doing this and was trying hard to remain as professional as I could. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her.

She gave up trying to get my prick in her mouth and settled down to just suck the head, running her tongue around it. I figured that the photographers would want to see more of her so I held her hands and pulled her slightly until she stood up. She stood close to me, my prick glistening with her saliva, resting on her stomach.

"Should I take my boots off?" she asked me.

"They look good on you," I told her. "Turn around."

She turned to face the photographers.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked her.

"I think so," she said.

I pushed on her back a little to get her to bend over and lean on the stool.

I held on to my prick, running at around her ass.

I dipped so I could get it between her legs and started rubbing it along her pussy. She shivered.

I slid my prick forwards and backwards through her labia, rubbing the head across her clit, then stopped with my prick at her entrance.

She started pushing back against against me and I started pushing forwards into her, slowly. I've had this before, where girls aren't used to my size, so every few seconds I'd stop then pull out slightly before pushing in again.

Eventually I hit her cervix and stopped.

I bent forwards and put my hands on her legs, pushing them together so they'd act as a buffer and she'd be able to decide how deep I'd go.

The next time I slowly pushed into her, my thighs against her ass stopped me before hitting her cervix again. I slid back and stopped and she pushed back towards me this time.

This time when I bottomed out inside her, she came. It was gentle and some of the photographers probably missed it, but I felt her pussy grasping at me.

I'd given her a few seconds to rest, then started to thrust in and out, getting a little faster and a little faster.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I announced. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Over her back," I heard someone say.

Right, that did it, and I pulled his prick out of her, jacking it until my hot cum splashed all the way up her back.

I backed up and she lay there over the stool. The photographers came and took pictures of her back, then her pussy. She was asked to spread her legs apart.

I went behind the bar and grabbed a couple of cloths, wetting them. I wiped my prick clean, then took the other cloth around to Sue.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I said, helping her stand up. I had her hold the bar for support and used the cloth to clean her back.

"Thanks," she said as the photographers dispersed.

They were starting to put their gear away - lights were being turned off and tripods were being folded up.

"I've only been here a couple of times, but this is the first time I've had sex with a model," I told her. "Usually they just prance around naked and get a lot of pictures taken. Thanks, I enjoyed that."

She took the cloth from me, wrapping it around, then wiped her pussy with the clean side. I took the cloth back from her, gave her a big hug and went to get dressed as her husband came over.

Dave went over to her and I watched them interact as I put my clothes on. She was still naked and seemed humorously to be berating him without being serious about it. I wondered what that was about.

She took my tie off and put it on the bar. I picked it up, along with her thong, and stood back to watch as Dave passed her her bra, blouse, skirt and jacket. She still looked cute, if a little ruffled.

Some of the photographers were already leaving and I took at as my cue to leave too.