Chapter 1
Margo
Brando has often sent business my way without ever asking for anything in return. Although I would give into anything he might request. Yes, I’d even drop my panties for him.
“You know Mags…I am surprised that I have never had you in front of my cameras,” he tells me today while I am taking the small amount of gray out of his hair.
Mags is his pet for me. A moniker that the other girls in the shop have teased me about. I pass that off as just them being jealous that he only schedules his time with me and flirts with me every bit as much as I flirt with him.
There was a time not long ago when I used to feel a bit guilty about our flirtations. I am married and Jack is as loyal as an old hunting dog. But hey, it’s only flirting. It’s not like Brandon would ever want me in his bed. Right?
“I think you should take some time off this afternoon and come let me photograph you. I bet I could find buyers for your photos and maybe launch a modeling career for you,” Brandon suggested as I spun him to look in the mirror to see the results of my work.
“You really think I could be a model?” I gasped softly so the other girls wouldn’t hear. “Oh hell yes, Mags. Look at you. You are a gorgeous woman and many people are looking for stunning brunettes. Blondes are a dime a dozen these days,” Brandon says with a broad smile.
“You really want to photograph me?” I asked partly in disbelief. “Yes Mags. I would love to photograph you in so many ways,” he replied. “Meet me down the street in the Starbucks in an hour.” I answered him.
I waited a good fifteen minutes after Brandon left to make the announcement that I had some personal business to take care of this afternoon. I had already rescheduled the two clients I was due to see this afternoon.
Brandon is smiling broadly when I come into the coffee shop. I am surprised when he tells me I’ll have to leave my car where it’s parked because it would be too hard to find where his yacht is moored.
As we made our way to dock in Bell Harbor where his yacht is, I felt a little flash of guilt that I was going somewhere private with someone who is not my husband. But the butterflies of excitement in my belly easily managed to snuff out the guilt.
Brandon pours us both a glass of brandy as soon as we are on his yacht. He has taken me to a huge lounge area at the back of the ship. The entire area is a white leather except the wooden flooring.
I am half way through my glass of brandy when Brandon grabs his fancy SLR camera and starts taking photos of me in the clothes I wore to work today. That is not a big deal because I dress nice for work. No one wants their makeover done by someone dressed like a bag lady.
Brandon had me unbutton some of the buttons of my button down dress and cross my legs to show off my firm sexy legs. Then he had me spread my legs apart so he could see my crotch. “You naughty boy,” I giggled softly.
Without being asked, I reached between my thighs and pulled my black panties to the side to expose my smooth bald pussy. Yes, he took a flurry of those photos.
Brandon smiled broadly with a gleam in his eyes. Maybe you could open your top and show some bra,” he suggested. Without question, I opened the top widely to expose my bra clad breasts. “Spectacular, Margo. You are such a stunningly beautiful woman,” Brandon praised me.
“Now remove the dress. If you want to be a famous Model, you will have to lose all modesty and inhibition,” Brandon told me. I could feel moisture in my panties as I removed my dress. For this man I’d remove anything he asks.
Brandon’s camera is whirling as he moves around to photograph my body that is covered only in underwear and black transparent stockings. “Now get on your knees on the couch and lean across the back of the couch,” he instructed.
“Magnificent,” Brandon murmured as his camera whirs while he photographs my rearend. “Now, would you be brave enough to take off you panties and strike the same pose for me?” he asks softly.
Without hesitation, I stand up, wiggle my panties off and get back on the couch, “Spread your knees wide,” Brandon called to me. This time his voice had a huskiness to it.
“Oh my god you are spectacular,” Brandon moaned. For a moment, it became quiet and I thought that maybe he was reloading film. Or maybe a new memory chip since it is a digital camera.
Suddenly, I felt the delicious sensation of a hot watery tongue licking me from my pussy all the way up to my anal pucker. “Oh Fuuuuuuuck,” I moan throatily as he laps at my anus like a dog licking his water bowl.
My pussy is drooling fluids while Brandon licks on me and sucks on my pussy and clit. Suddenly, my body explodes into orgasm like a freight train. Jack has never done anything like this before with me.
“I have to have you,” Brandon says huskily. In a flash, I feel a deliciously fat cock spreading my
pussy apart and invading my sex canal. “Ooooooh Yesssss,” I moan happily. Yes, I have dreamed for years of getting fucked by this gorgeous man.
“Oh my gawd, this pussy is so tight and sweet,” Brandon moans as his hands grip my hips and he begins slamming his cock into me over and over. The arousal of finally being fucked by Brandon quells any feelings of guilt while he fucks me from behind.
While pounding into my pussy rhythmically, he reaches up and unhooks my bra freeing my 32D breasts. My figure is a 32D-22-32. I have a small voluptuous body. No, I won’t be one of those stick figure models.
“I have dreamed of tapping this pussy for as long as I can remember,” Brandom grunts.
“Me too baby, me too.” I moan breathily.
The fact that Jack never has fucked me this savagely floats through my mind.
Curiously, I feel no guilt right now. Just the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked by a big fat cock.
As soon as Brandon has a nut and fills my pussy with cum, he turns me around into a seated position and buries his face in my tits. His sucking and twisting on my nipples brings me to a crashing second orgasm. We rested for fifteen minutes with me bare ass naked except for the stockings.
Then Brandon stripped naked and got on his knees between my thighs, “Oh my Gaaaawwwwd,” I moan lustfully when Brandon buries his face in my gash and starts sucking the cum out of my pussy.
It is at that moment that I see two video cameras behind us on either side of the room. The blinking lights tells me that they are recording me getting fucked by Brandon.
“You’re recording this?” I blurted out in concern. “Yes baby. I always record everything so I can have proof that I don’t forcing anyone into having sex with me. If you like, I can burn you off a copy before you leave,” he answers. “Yes…that would only be fair,” I tell him.
I am aroused beyond as Brandon eats my cum filled pussy. No man has ever done that to me before. When I am just about to have a third orgasm, Brandon lunges forward and spears my pussy with his huge cock.
This is the first time I have actually seen his cock. It has to be at least 10-inches long and as big around as a vacuum hose.
“Oh my gawd, fuck me Brandon,” I bellow. He is roughly squeezing on my tits as he barrels into my pussy again and again. This time he batters into me for nearly fifteen minutes before I feel his hot seed flooding into me.
It is just getting dark when we leave Brandon’s yacht. Not good since it is summer and it doesn’t get dark till around 9pm. Jack is going to be really pissed for me being so late.