Imogen's Model Career 06

Tom woke up again to an empty bed. It had been five days since he married his childhood sweetheart. He should have been on their honeymoon, but instead, Imogen had been called to an important modelling assignment. As much as it upset Tom that he hadn't seen his wife since their wedding day, he knew the dedication Imogen had to modelling, and he never wanted to get in the way of her being a successful model, just like her mother was.

It made Tom proud that his wife was following her dream of being a successful bikini and lingerie model. He had also reluctantly agreed that she should do some topless modelling as well. She had the perfect set of tits with nipples high on her chest that poked straight out. 'They are just photos,' he kept saying in his head; knowing that the photographers were professional at what they do, and she would be completely safe stripping topless for the camera in a controlled environment.

He missed Imogen so much. He couldn't talk to her every day due to her busy schedule, and he understood that. But he was counting down the days to spending a week away with her on their honeymoon. He loved her so much and just needed to hear her voice again. After breakfast, he called her, hoping she would pick up the phone.

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Imogen woke up the next morning after her photoshoot in Nigel's apartment. As she tried to get up off the bed, she felt how sore her cunt and body were feeling; she looked down to see her body plastered in dry cum, and her pussy was red raw. Her tits and ass were also red from being slapped. She just broke down, crying.

She tried to recall what had happened the day before, but her memory had failed. All she remembered was doing a photoshoot with Ben and Carl; she knew that they had fucked her, but the details were very hazy. Her addiction to cocaine was having some heavy consequences.

Nigel walked in to see her crying, so he sat to comfort her, hugging her naked, used body. She looked like a complete mess, but still radiated beauty.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Nigel said softly, as he helped her up to the bathroom.

Imogen stopped and looked at herself in the mirror to see her abused body. Still crying, she sobbed, "What happened to me, who am I?"

"It's okay, Imogen, you did a great job; you were perfect. I understand that you may have performed more than you had intended, but we got the photos my clients needed, and I must say, they are more than impressed with you," Nigel assured her. "You can have today off, rest yourself by the pool; we just need to do a bikini shoot tomorrow afternoon for a couple of hours, then you can have a good night's rest and go home to your husband, okay?"

"Okay" She sobbed, quietly.

Nigel helped her into the shower as she was quite weak. He just wanted to fuck her right there, but knew that wouldn't be fair to her at that moment. He had what he wanted from her, and knew that he would be fucking her a lot in the future.

Imogen felt a lot better after cleaning herself. Slipping on just a short miniskirt and tiny bikini top, Nigel gave her coffee and some breakfast before heading back to her room to try to get her head straight.

Sitting on her couch, all she could think about was Tom, and feared losing him if he ever found out what a slut she had become. She loved Tom more than anything, and could not understand why she had allowed these men to fuck her. Her addiction to cocaine was part of the reason, but she was blind to see that.

Her phone started vibrating, a smile came over her face when she saw Tom's name come up on the screen, as he was calling.

"Hey babe!!" she answered, excitedly.

"Hey there, beautiful wife," Tom gloated. "How are you doing? I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too, babe," Imogen replied, in her loving voice. "I wish you were with me right now, can't wait to have you here next week, drinking cocktails by the pool, this place is beautiful."

"Sounds amazing, Immy," Tom said, excitedly. "How is the assignment going, are they getting the shots they need?"

"Oh, really good," Imogen said, with excitement in her voice, more due to the fact she was hearing Tom's voice. "In fact, Nigel just told me this morning he got exactly what his clients were after in yesterday's photoshoot and has given me the day off. And then tomorrow afternoon, we will do another bikini shoot at the beach for another client. He is positive that after yesterday's shoot, that his clients will be wanting a lot more of my photos."

"That's great, I am so happy for you, babe What kind of shoot did you do yesterday, was it bikini or lingerie? I know that lingerie is the direction you want to take, and I can see you going a long way as a lingerie model, babe," Tom questioned, with enthusiasm in his voice.

Imogen hesitated for a second, knowing she had to lie. "Yes, there was a lot of lingerie..." pausing before continuing, "and some without." She was almost whispering.

"Oh, so you did topless, too?" Tom asked curiously. "And that was exactly what the clients are after, you were saying?"

Imogen couldn't tell Tom everything, but knew she had to say more. "No... well, yes, but... I... um... posed nude, completely nude. I am so sorry I didn't ask your permission first, but it just happened. I am so sorry, babe," she begged for forgiveness.

"Completely nude? So how much down there did they see? How much did they photograph? Were your legs spread? Is that what the clients want?" He needed to know.

Imogen could hear in his voice that he was annoyed and disappointed. She had to lie to him even more, which she hated herself for even more. "No, babe, they couldn't see much, my legs were fully closed, they wanted tasteful photos, not pornography."

Imogen was also slightly annoyed that he had even asked; she retaliated more than she should have. "What do you think I am? I thought you trusted me. Do you really think I would expose my private parts like that?" she stated, almost yelling at her husband.

"No, no, baby, of course not, sorry I asked," Tom replied, but still annoyed that she even stripped naked. "I do trust you, baby. I just wish you told me first."

"Doesn't sound like it. You expect me to call you every five minutes during my sessions for your permission?" she said, sarcastically. "I may be your wife, but you don't own me. I will call you tomorrow when we both calm down, I can't talk to you like this." With that, she hung up without saying their usual 'goodbye' or 'I love you'.

She just sat on the couch, fuming over what he had said. She loved Tom and they had never argued like this before, but she didn't appreciate the way he questioned her, even though she knew she had fucked up big time. She just needed Tom to trust what she did in her photoshoots, as this was the career she wanted and loved doing.

Feeling stressed, she did what she shouldn't have done, as she laid out a line of cocaine. She didn't even hesitate, as it made her feel good and helped her to forget all her problems. She had the day off, so she knew getting high by the pool would not get her in any trouble, as she didn't have to deal with anyone else for the day.

Looking through the bag that Simon had left her, she noticed very little clothing; in fact, what was in there barely covered much skin, and, of course, no underwear was to be found. She pulled out the tiniest bikini she had ever seen. The bottom was barely a piece of string with a tiny triangle that barely covered her pussy. Luckily, she was fully waxed. The top was also two tiny triangles on string that barely covered her nipples.

She looked in the mirror and just giggled loudly, admiring how hot her own body was to every man and even some woman to admire. Still mad and frustrated after her conversation with Tom, she felt he didn't trust her. To the slut she didn't recognize in the mirror, the hot girl, even her husband wouldn't recognize, said out loud, "Fuck everyone, this is my body and today I will put it on show for everyone by the pool to admire. Fuck them all, they don't own me or my body. Fuck Simon... fuck Nigel... and most of all... FUCK YOU, TOM! Today I am free, and my body will be on show for all to admire."

Looking down at the table, she couldn't help but inhale the last of her cocaine. Before heading out to the pool in her tiny bikini, she slipped on a tiny mesh skirt. She felt confident and positive, knowing she didn't have to deal with any controlling men for the day.

She didn't even know why she inhaled more of the narcotic, but it made her feel good; she was concerned that maybe she was hooked and would be unable to get through a day without it. This concerned her, but she still didn't hesitate in taking it.

After an hour or so of tanning by the pool, she noticed a lot more guys around and in the pool. Recognizing some of them from the bar, being the guys on their end-of-football-season trips. There were also a few young couples, possibly honeymooners.

Feeling confident, relaxed, and slightly light headed from the coke, she decided to lose her bikini top to work on her all-over tan. She could feel many eyes staring at her, almost like burning into her skin, as she applied suntan lotion over her body when she heard a guy behind her.

"Hey, you're Imogen, aren't you?"

Startled, she turned to see the young barman they had been talking to a couple of nights earlier.

Slightly shocked, placing her arm across her chest, trying-- unsuccessfully-- to hide her tits from him, she blushed, "Yes, that's right. Sorry, what was your name again? I am terrible with names."

"Sorry," He muttered, "its Adam, I shouldn't have invaded your space and startle you like that; I will leave you be."

Adam looked to be a couple of years younger than Imogen, possibly about twenty or twenty-one years old, blonde, tanned, and athletic looking, with a few tattoos.

"No, it's fine. In fact, I need someone to rub some of this on my back. Do you mind?" she asked, handing the bottle to Adam as she lay face down.

As he poured lotion on her back, she asked, "You can stay and keep me company, if you like?"

Adam couldn't believe he was about to rub lotion over the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. As he rubbed her back, staring at her perfect, peachy-tanned ass on full display, he struggled to contain his erection in his loose shorts.

As he was finishing her back, Imogen, enjoying the feel of her body being rubbed, quietly asked, "You can do my legs, too; I forgot to do the backs of them."

"Sure," he replied.

Starting with her calves, he began working his way up her legs. She spread them slightly, and he could see the tiny bikini bottom wasn't containing her pussy lips-- the thin strip was lost inside her slit, exposing herself fully. As Adam rubbed her inner thigh, his fingers brushed her pussy lips. He didn't stop as he rubbed her ass, allowing his thumb to rub her clit a few more times.

Imogen didn't flinch, fully relaxed, she moaned unaware, "Mmmm." She felt her breathing getting heavy. The feel of his hands on her body and brushing her pussy lips only made her pussy tingle. She wanted to feel his finger inside her, so she spread her leg even more. She couldn't help herself, as she tried pushing her pussy against his finger each time he brushed her folds. She knew this wasn't right and had to stop it going further. Unannounced, she just got up, topless, and walked to the pool and jumped in. She had to cool down, even though every eye around the pool had watched as her large, tanned tits bounced, walking to the pool.

Adam just sat back and watched her, in awe; he couldn't believe his luck at what had just happened, and knew that was as far as he would get with her, knowing she was married. But he had the day off, so he went and got them some cocktails and waited for her to return.

They sat by the pool for a few hours, drinking more cocktails, while Imogen remained topless without caring about who was around. They could both feel themselves getting drunk. They hadn't eaten, which made the alcohol go to their heads more, so Adam asked Imogen back to his room for something to eat; as it was around 1:00pm by this time.

She accepted, but needed to go back to her room first, to get her phone. Adam gave her his room number and told Imogen to meet him back there. She put her top back on, then Adam gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"See you soon," he said cheerfully.

Feeling quite drunk and still a bit high on the cocaine Imogen had had earlier, her head was spinning as she staggered back into her room, picking up her phone to find messages from Tom.

The first message read. 'So sorry I got mad with you babe, call me back I need to talk'

Then another one, an hour later, "Babe, please forgive me, we need to talk about this nude modelling thing, I still don't like it but if it makes you happy then I will just have to accept it. Babe, please call me back when you can. I miss you so much xxxxx'

Imogen was still upset with the way he had spoken to her earlier. She was still mad at him the way he spoke, expecting her to ask for approval of what she did with her body. She just said out loud, "Fuck you, you can wait, we don't need to talk today."

Then she noticed that there were also three missed calls from Nigel. ignoring Tom's messages, she knew she had to call Nigel back, in case she was needed.

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Earlier that day, Nigel had called Simon to discuss Imogen's future. Between them, they agreed they would not be sending any of her bikini or lingerie photos to agents, as they knew they had a star in the making as a porn model.

Nigel's clients were prepared to pay huge amounts of money to have Imogen in porn movies. Even though he had lingerie and bikini clients wanting her, they were not going to pay Nigel what she was worth as a porn actress.

"Simon, we have hit the jackpot with Imogen, she is a natural at this, whether she thinks it or not," Nigel gloated. "Now we have to tell her this is her only option moving forward. I know she is close with you, Simon, so I need you to do anything it takes to stay in a close relationship with her, make her feel valued, worthy and wanted."

They had already made decent money from the one video of Imogen with Ben and Carl. Imogen was completely unaware of this. She would be required to do much more porn, so they had to ease her into it gently.

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Imogen returned Nigel's missed calls. "Hi, sorry I missed your calls, been at the pool all morning, and my phone was in the room, what's up?" she said, trying not to give away that she was drunk.

"Well, I don't like this kind of call, but it is all part of my job. We have sent all your bikini and lingerie photos to our clients, but unfortunately, they have all been rejected," Nigel expressed, trying to sound disappointed.

"Wha--... w-what do you mean?" Imogen stuttered. "But I have only dreamed of being a successful bikini model."

"Sorry to break this to you, Imogen; they all say the same thing, that your body and face are perfect, but unfortunately, your breasts are too big. And now there is another issue. They don't like that you have a tattoo, they think it makes you look... these are not my words... but... they say it makes you look too slutty for their product."

Imogen was fuming. "So that means my modelling career is over, I have wasted this whole week chasing my dream, while I should be on my honeymoon, and now you tell me it's all over?"

"No Imogen. In fact, it is just starting. I have clients who want to pay large amounts of money for you. It is your choice, Imogen, but it does involve nude modelling only, like yesterday's shoot, but not as intense. Imogen, you will be more successful than you could have ever imagined, with a solid regular income."

"I know this is a lot to process, but I need your decision by tomorrow. Simon will be back tomorrow to see you and get an answer from you, if you wish to continue modelling. This really is your only choice to keep your career. I see no other option at this point."

Nigel went on to just say, "Talk to your husband about it, he may not approve, but at the end of the day, it's your choice... just make the right one, Imogen."

Imogen was still trying to process everything, and being told while she was drunk didn't help. She could see no other option. Without even thinking of what Tom would say; in fact, she didn't care. 'Tom doesn't own my body, this is my decision.'

She just replied, "Okay, sign me up. When do I have my next shoot?"

"I am glad. You made the right decision." Nigel smiled, knowing he had her hooked. "Like I said, Simon will be back early tomorrow for a couple of days. He will have all the details and the paperwork for you to sign. We will do a promotional nude shoot on the beach tomorrow afternoon. I look forward to making you very successful."

Imogen pressed to end the call. This was not the career path she was hoping for, but Nigel insisted it was her only option. What was Tom going to think, and how would she tell him? She feared she would lose him, but she couldn't live her life asking for his permission all of the time. She knew how much he loved her, and would have to accept what kind of modelling she did.

Adam was waiting for her, so still in her tiny bikini and mesh miniskirt, she staggered to his room and knocked on his door. Adam opened the door, just wearing his loose-fitting shorts. She could see the bulge in them, along with his athletic body and muscles; she was immediately turned on.

Trying to dismiss her thoughts of what she had just accepted, she just said, "I need another drink."

Both of them were already drunk, as they downed a couple of shots of sambuca.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Adam slurred. He stroked her arm, feeling her soft skin; then moving his hand to her neck, he untied her bikini top, allowing it to drop to the ground. He then cupped her breasts, gently massaging them and taking a nipple in his mouth.

Imogen's head fell back, as she moaned, "Oh fuck, I love that."

He then sucked her other tit.

Imogen's hand found its way into his shorts, stroking his hard cock, feeling how big he was. Feeling like a slut, knowing she was cheating on her husband, she realized how much she loved to be fucked-- and she hadn't been fucked all day.

She was drunk, and her head was telling herself that Tom didn't own her, this was her body and she didn't need to ask anyone's permission for this. She was still mad at her husband, and didn't have a care in the world at that point.

She dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts to the ground. Taking his cock in her mouth, she took him deeper with each stroke, while he held her hair, making her gag as his cock reached the back of her throat.

"Fuck... You're a good cocksucking slut... Fuck that feels good," Adam groaned, as she pleased him.

She just looked up into his eyes with a desperate look, as he then pulled her off his cock by her hair, up onto her feet. With their noses touching, she just growled through her teeth, desperately, "FUCK ME!"

Adam didn't need to be asked twice. Spinning her around and bending her over, he pulled the string of her bikini bottom out of her ass crack. She was so wet and ready, he just plowed his cock straight into her, three strokes and he was balls deep, pounding her hard and fast.

"I am just a slut, fuck me hard," she screamed. "Oohhh fuck, yes... I love it... I just fucking love cock."

Adam didn't slow down, making her scream so loudly that the whole resort would have heard her, but she didn't care-- she just wanted to be fucked, and she loved every second of it.

Eventually, Adam came, shooting his load deep inside Imogen's fertile womb. She had lost count of how much sperm she had taken since her wedding day.

After recovering, Adam finally got them some food and sat down to eat; both still naked and drunk, yet they still kept drinking. Adam asked what her plans were for the afternoon, as he had planned on getting some more tattoos. He told her how much he loved the one she had on her lower back and should consider getting some more.

Imogen liked the idea, but confessed she had no money for it.

"I will pay for it," Adam said. "After all, I owe you for today." He winked at her, as she smiled back.

Adam already had a lot of tattoos and was getting another one on his calf. When they got to the tattoo studio, still drunk, they browsed through designs.

"This would look great on your thigh." Adam pointed to a large butterfly with the saying 'The best is yet to come'.

Imogen loved it, but also pointed to another one which said 'Sometimes your goals fall before you fly', with a bunch of doves flying. "I like this one, too. Which do you like better? I am too drunk to decide," she giggled, struggling to stand up straight.

Adam also liked both, so he told her to get the second one on the back of her shoulder. Imogen loved that idea, considering he was paying. "I owe you big time for this," she whispered into his ear, with a cheeky wink.

Imogen's tattooist, Angus, was a slightly overweight, rough, wild-looking biker type, with his body and neck completely covered in tattoos. He had a long, goatee-type beard. Imogen still felt quite relaxed in just her tiny bikini, as he began to work on her.

For the remaining of the afternoon, they both had separate tattooists working on them in private booths. Imogen never even stopped to think about what Tom would think, or even if this would deter her from additional modelling; she was too drunk to even contemplate the consequences.

Imogen was so relaxed, she wasn't even aware that while Angus was working on her, he had untied both her bikini top and bottom, and she was completely naked, lying on the recliner table. Angus was in awe of this beautiful slut on his table. Her breasts were pushed out to the sides, and her legs slightly spread apart, allowing Angus full view of her ass and partial view of her what seemed to be a waxed pussy as he worked on her.

When she had gotten her first tattoo a few days prior, Nigel had informed Angus about Imogen, hoping that she would one day be a famous porn star. And this afternoon, Adam had even told him how much of a slut she was, having just fucked her. Angus had taken all this in and having her lying on his table, wanted to give her some extra tattoos. He knew that what he had in mind would be perfect for a slut and porn actress.

Angus leaned down close to Imogen, and whispered in his husky voice, "Can I give you a couple of extra tattoos while I am going, sweetheart?"

"Yes," Imogen whispered, drunk and half asleep. "But, I have no money."

"I have other payment options, sweetheart." Angus smiled.

"Okay," Imogen whispered.

He had her roll over onto her back, where he saw her breasts in all their glory, and found that her pussy was, indeed, waxed.

Angus tattooed 'Dirty Girl' under her tits, and 'EASY TARGET' in small writing on her pelvis. As he was doing the pelvis tattoo, he was also fingering her wet pussy, as she moaned in pleasure.

As soon as he put his tools down, he looked down at the beautiful model, dropped his pants, and lined his old, hard cock up to her open pussy. She didn't hesitate, as he said, "This is my payment for the bonus tattoos."

Imogen just lay there and took it, as he fucked her relentlessly, squeezing her tits as they bounced wildly. He didn't last long, until he pulled out and came on her tits. She didn't even get an orgasm from him. Imogen just sat up, laughing so hard, almost hysterically, seeing the funny side of it all, "Oh my god, I am such a fucking slut."

Adam took Imogen back to his room at the resort, and fucked her a couple more times for the next hour, until they decided to hit the bar and party all night, as Adam had the night off working the bar.

Imogen found a short black miniskirt, with slit openings up the sides, held together with two pieces of string-- still no underwear was available. A small halter-neck-top that barely contained her tits, and was completely open at the back, and a pair of heels completed the outfit, which showed off all of her tattoos.

Arriving at the bar, again full of rowdy guys on end-of-football-season trips, all eyes were drawn to Imogen, the young, sexy model wife, who at that point, didn't have a care in the world. But she was in desperate need of some cocaine, as she had used all she had that morning.

As Adam went to the bar for drinks, Imogen was immediately surrounded by guys chatting to her. What she didn't know was that the guys had found her porn video and had been watching it, knowing she was staying at the resort. For the next couple of hours, Imogen danced and drank without caring; guys had their hands all over her body and tits all night-- and she was loving it.

She needed a bathroom break and found it hard to get away from any of the guys. Two guys she had danced with, followed her; she knew they were married and were there with footy mates for a good time. They followed her into the ladies' room and offered her some cocaine.

Imogen smiled, knowing she needed it more than ever, and accepted as they laid it on the vanity countertop. As she was bent over, inhaling the drug, she felt a hard cock pressing against her entrance. Looking up in the mirror at him, starry-eyed, she smiled, as he pushed his cock inside her.

"Oohh... yes fuck me," she moaned, as she pulled the other guy closer to her, and after digging out his cock, began stroking it, and then bending over further, took it into her mouth.

"Aaggh fuck, the slut performs just as good as she does in the video," the guy being fellated grunted.

Imogen didn't take in what he had said, as she was too drunk and lost in the moment.

They both fucked her as they swapped positions, releasing their loads in her mouth and pussy.

Imogen, clearly high and extremely drunk, staggered back into the bar, where there were about fifteen guys remaining. She was so drunk, she had forgotten to tuck her tits back into her top, and she had cum on her face.

A guy stood behind her, and began massaging her tits, while kissing her neck. Another guy got his phone out and played the video of her being fucked by Ben and Carl, holding it in front of her to watch.

"Ohhhh," she started to giggle, holding a hand over her mouth, laughing. She slurred, "That's me, hehe... wow, I look so hot being fucked, don't I?"

The guy behind her massaging her tits, then had his cock free, and her skirt was up around her waist, while he rubbed the head of his cock along her wet folds.

Watching herself being fucked on the video turned her on so much, she just pushed herself back onto the stranger's cock, pushing it deeply inside her, as she rocked back and forth on it. She was mesmerized by the video, not even thinking about where they got it, she just watched the two large Black cocks fucking her, while a cock was slamming into her from behind.

She was bent over the bar when another stranger took over fucking her from behind. She ended up on her back, being fucked by someone else, as beer was poured down her mouth and all over her body. Imogen didn't care, she was too drunk to care about what they did to her, she just laughed and moaned, enjoying every moment.

She didn't know how many of them fucked her, when Adam, finally, came to take her back to her room. She had lost her top and heels, and just had her skirt up around her waist as Adam held her up in his arms, carrying her back to her room.

He laid her on the bed, looking down at her naked, used body. She really was perfect in every way. Gorgeous face, tall, athletic, tanned, blemish-free silky skin, firm breasts both with nipple piercings, and waxed pussy. Even her navel piercing and tattoos and dyed black hair made her look so sexy. A model who didn't need to sell herself so cheaply. He could not believe how someone so beautiful could deprive herself in such a way.

He looked over to the floor, where her wedding dress was laid out, crumpled and torn, covered in cum stains. 'She even has a new husband' He could see she was being used by these men, but it was not his place to get involved.

All he saw lying on the bed was a slut; he felt sorry for her, and just hoped she would wake up the next day with regrets. But he knew he would never regret fucking her so much that afternoon.

He left the room, knowing that Simon would be back for her the next morning.