Larry: Modeling Again

I sometimes model for this photography club my now ex-girlfriend is in, and while it had started out taking sexy pictures with their wives, this one time I'd actually had sex with one of the wives while they all took pictures.

It seemed like news had traveled in the club as the wives I'd modeled with since having fucked Sue had been more handsy, more physical and I'd even had a blowjob from one of them. I still fondly remembered my time with Sue though... she was obviously really into it.

John, the ringleader of the club, set up the photo shoots and he called me to ask if I was available. He sounded a little excited on the phone.

"What's going on, John?"

"Sue's coming again. We're looking forward to it, and the guys are interested to see what happens this time."

"I'm in," I told him. I realized this was less me modeling and more me being a porn actor, and I didn't care.

On the day, they'd chosen a hotel room set, with a bed. It was open on two sides - the side of the bed, and the foot of the bed - so they'd have more angles to shoot from.

There were more guys than usual - I guess news of Sue being there had traveled. One of the photographers was my ex Jane, and I hoped that wasn't going to be too awkward.

We saw Dave and Sue come in, winding their way through the warehouse.

"Hi," I said said to Sue, cheerfully. "We meet again. It seems none of the other wives are willing to fuck me on camera yet."

"Hi Larry," she said, hugging me. "That means I get you all to myself."

Dave went to join the rest of the photographers and John came over to us.

"I have a few hotel type props if you want them," he said, leading Sue to a pile of stuff.

She came back with a carry-on bag and a towel.

"Ideas?"

"I was thinking I'm a weary traveler," she said, "and you bring me to the room."

"OK, but then where does it go?"

"Well, get me checked in, and I'll call room service. Oh, grab that plate and a divider."

I grabbed them from the pile of props and she put the divider on the plate like they do at hotels.

"Is there a tray?" she asked me.

I went and dug through the pile until I found one. She put the plate on it.

"There you go. We'll wing it from you bringing that."

"OK, here we go," John called out. "We have the set for longer tonight, as some you have requested. Now remember Sue's being a great sport by modeling again so soon, so let's try and be reasonable with any requests we make of her."

"Right, shall we get started?"

Everybody picked up their gear, and she folded the towel on the foot of the bed. She came over to me and grabbed the carry-on bag.

"OK," she said, "let's do this."

We came in from the side and I waved my hands around as if showing the room.

"There's a bed, there's walls, there's even a fake phone," I said. It's not like they were recording this.

"Thanks," she said, "it's all lovely."

She dropped the bag by the bed, then walked me off the set. I watched as she walked back to the bed. She stretched like you do when you've got off a long flight. The photographers generally watched, but a few took pictures.

She took off her jacket and draped it over a chair then sat on the end of the bed and unzipped her boots. She pulled them off, then her socks and tucked them into the boots. She sat and massaged her bare feet.

She stood up and casually took off her blouse, folded it and put it on the back of the chair.

She undid her skirt and slipped it off. It joined her other clothes on the chair.

She unhooked and took off her bra and slid her thong off. Naked, she walked around the bed to the fake phone.

"I could use a shower," she said, "but first I'll order a sandwich."

She picked up the phone and said "Larry, bring me a sandwich, will you?"

She hung up and I said "knock knock" from where we'd been pretending the door was.

She wrapped the towel around herself. It was very shorter than her mini-skirt and she tucked the end in by her tits and came and opened the "door".

We walked back into the room proper, with me carrying the tray with the plate on it. She pointed to the desk in the corner and I went and put it down.

I came back to the foot of the bed, and she said "here, let me give you a tip."

She went to the chair where her clothes were and bent over until the towel dropped off her.

"Oh my," she said, "how embarrassing."

She covered herself with her hands and turned to face me.

I went towards her and said "no, really, that's OK."

I put my foot on the corner of her towel as she bent forward to pick it up, so she couldn't pick it up.

I tried, uncovering herself as she bent over.

"Can you do that again with your back to us?" asked one of the photographers.

"What, all of it?"

"Just the bending over," he replied.

She turned her back to them and bent over again to try and pick up the towel. I kept my foot on it.

As she stood up, she side stepped a little and pushed me backwards. I stepped back, hit the bed and sat down on it.

She moved over me, straddling my legs. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her over me. My mouth went to her tits while she started undoing the buttons on my shirt.

She leaned back to pull my shirt out of my pants. I finished unbuttoning it as she pushed it off my shoulders.

I pulled my arms out of it, just leaving it on the bed. She stepped back and pointed at my pants and I unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs.

I was lying on my back, pants around my thighs and she took over, pulling them to my knees. I wasn't wearing underwear and she took hold of my prick.

She slid her hand up and down it as she dipped her head down and sucked my balls. She ran her tongue up my shaft then ran it around the head.

I reached down and pulled her hair out of the way and she wiped the head over her face then sucked it into her mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down and I could feel her tongue running around.

She held my balls in her hand and lay my prick along her arm for them to take pictures, then went back to sucking me off.

I played with one of her nipples until I could feel my balls starting to tighten up.

I said "uncle."

She stopped.

"What?"

"You need to stop now, or I'll be cumming in your mouth," I told her.

"I'm fine with that," she said, grinning.

"Yeah, but I'm sure they want more," I said, nodding at the photographers.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Come up here and sit on my face."

She let go of my prick then climbed onto the bed. She was about to straddle me facing the wall and I told her "other way."

She turned and faced the photographers, then settled herself.

I went to work on her pussy, licking and teasing, with my hands on her thighs.

I heard John ash her for a sixty nine.

"Is that OK?" Sue asked me.

"Uh huh," I said, muffled.

I felt her pick up my prick and put it in her mouth, and I could feel her tits pressing into me.

After short while I felt her shuddering and her pussy clutching at my tongue and I chucked.

I gently sucked her lips as she went through her orgasm and she stopped sucking. She shuffled down to my hips and I wiped her juices off my face with my hand as she guided my prick into her. She lowered herself gently, then started lifting herself up and down.

I was holding her hips when she was asked to lean back.

I supported her as she leaned back, arms behind her. She moved her legs so she was on her feet rather than her knees and I saw on of the photographers coming in really close.

He had her start to thrust up and down again and it wasn't long before she started to cum again.

She fell back against me and I caught her, holding her lying on my chest.

I was gently sliding my prick in and out of her and feeling myself getting close to cumming. I figured I should tell them and it was decided that they wanted me to cum on her tits this time.

She clambered off me and knelt down at the foot of the bed. I shuffled down and she grabbed my prick, sucking the head and jacking me off into her mouth.

It didn't take long before I took over jacking the shaft and she pulled her mouth off it, holding her tits together towards me.

She was smiling and looking at me as I blasted away at her, splashing all over her tits.

"Been a while?" she asked, looking down at it.

I backed up a bit and pulled up my pants, stepping away, letting the photographers get pictures of her covered in my cum.

"Lick it off," I heard one of them say, and I watched her hold her tits up and lick them

They had her get back on the bed and pose kneeling with her knees apart.

I brought over a cloth and cleaned her up.

When she was clean, I grabbed my shirt and left her to it.

I heard fucking Jane say she'd wanted to see her deep throat me. I'm not sure why, she'd never been able to do it.

"I can't," Sue said, "it's too big. Maybe you can show me how?"

"Well, what about him balls deep in you?"

"Still too big."

Again, the only time I'd been balls deep in her, I was in her ass.

"Dave," Jane said, "how about you help me out here by posing with your lovely wife?"

"Thanks," he said, "but I can do that any time. I'd rather take pictures of her to be honest."

"What about you, Bill? You're single. Are you packing?"

"I've had no complaints," he said.

"Can she deep throat you?"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Sue asked.

"I'm not able to get here often, and I wanted to see this amazing sex model we have, so would you mind doing a couple of extra poses? Just for me?"

"I'm sure Dave doesn't want me putting my dick in his wife..." Bill muttered.

"I don't mind," Dave said. "After all, she's already sucked and fucked Larry."

"I've got an idea," Jane said. "You've come here to meet Bill, but fucked Larry while you were waiting. You can wrap the towel back around yourself, and off we all go."

They moved apart a bit to take more pictures and I could see Sue again.

Jane passed her the towel and she wrapped it around her, tucking it in at the front.

"Make out first," said somebody.

Sue walked on hands and knees towards Bill on the bed. He leaned in as if to kiss her on the forehead, but she grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.

He loosened the towel, and it fell to the bed. His hands were immediately all over her.

She let go of his head, and started to unbutton his pants.

He pulled his pants down to thigh height, then grabbed his camera from the nightstand and stood looking at her.

She bent down and grabbed his prick, putting it in her mouth. She pushed it in until her nose was on his stomach, and stayed there.

I was impressed.

"Can you lie on your back?" Jane asked.

She pulled off Bill's prick and turned to lie down her back. She reached out for Bill, pulling him towards her.

She opened her mouth, pulling him towards her until her nose was on his balls.

"Play with her tits," I heard Jane say.

Bill put his camera down and started playing with her tits.

"Play with your tits."

She grabbed them from him, kneading them together.

"Spread your legs."

"Grab her throat," Jane told Bill.

He put his hands around her throat, gently.

He started groaning, cumming down her throat.

"Well that's just great," Jane scolded him.

"I'm sorry," said Bill, "I couldn't help myself."

"OK, now come out of the way, and we'll need to get somebody to fuck her."

Bill backed away.

Jane turned to the photographers. "Which one of you wants to fuck her next?"

I wasn't sure why she wanted to, I guess, humiliate Sue. It's not like she hasn't been getting fucked herself, so it shouldn't be jealousy. Should it?

"I have an idea Jane," Dave said. "How about you?"

"Oh, I couldn't..." she started.

"Sure you could. She's there in the hotel to meet her girlfriend, you."

Jane gave up fighting. "Fine," she said, "I guess it'd eventually be my turn to bring a model anyway."

Sue picked the towel up and wrapped it around her again.

Jane walked over to "the door" and said "knock, knock."

Sue walked over as if opening the door.

"Hello sweetie," Sue said, "I've been waiting for you."

They went over to the bed.

Jane pulled Sue to her, her hands lifting the towel. Sue kissed her and put her arms around her.

"Your breath smells of cum," Jane said as she pushed Sue onto the bed.

Jane pulled her sweater off and dropped it on the floor. She unhooked her bra, showing her tits.

Jane undid the waistband of her jeans and slid them down her legs. As I remembered, she wore plain white bikini panties.

She stepped her feet out of her sneakers and slid her jeans the rest of the way down to her feet. She trod them off, leaving her in just her panties and socks. She slipped her socks off, then slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She still had a neatly trimmed little bush.

She moved between Sue's knees and shuffled her back. She pulled Sue's towel apart and dropped it to the floor.

Jane climbed onto the bed and straddled Sue's hips. She pushed her back to lie down. Jane leaned down and kissed Sue, one hand playing with her tits.

I heard somebody say "sixty-nine her."

Jane lifted herself up, turned and walked up towards her head on her knees. She straddled Sue's head, knees either side of her chest and lowered her face down to her pussy. I'd never thought of her as interested in girls, but it looked like she wasn't faking it.

Sue reached for Jane's hips, pulling her down to lick her pussy too.

After a few minutes of grinding at each other, Sue came, bucking up against Jane's face.

Jane sat up above Sue's face and reached down to play with Sue's tits. She started grinding against Sue's face.

"Play with your tits," John said, and Jane's hands went to her own tits. Sue started playing with her own tits.

A little while later, Jane came. She fell forward, shuddering and shaking.

When she stopped panting, she clambered off Sue. She kissed her on the mouth again before climbing off the bed.

Sue sat up and Dave helped her get up off the bed. Jane was getting dressed and Sue joined her.

The photographers were all looking at their pictures and chatting so I went over and gave her a hug.

"That was fun," I told her. "I'd like to have it just be the two of us some time."

"I could run that past Dave," she said, glancing towards him.

Dave left the pack and wandered over. "Ready to head out?"

"Sure," she said, "I'm gonna sleep for a day after this."

I let them leave before heading out myself. Jane was talking to her camera friends, so I left her to it.