ELEVATOR

I arrived at your studio early that afternoon, which, to be fair, was uncommon for me… But that’s a story for another time. The driver let me out at the back entrance, so I didn’t have to walk down the main street in what little clothing I wore.

Imagine a peach-colored knee-length skirt that’s typically worn around the waist. I pulled that skirt up my torso, and over my breasts until the waistband was just under my arms. It fit tight around my chest and pressed against my naked tits, but the bottom of the skirt was much wider. The fabric was flimsy, easily blown by the wind, and as a dress, it was impossibly short. I mean, it barely concealed the lips of my kitten. So I completed the outfit with my tallest come-fuck-me heels. A lot was riding on this shoot. I looked hot as fuck, and I had vowed to give it my all.

I was surprised to see you waiting for me, your camera in hand when I entered. The elevator was down again, and you had thoughtfully come to meet me. After a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, I followed you along a hallway, and at the end, you opened a blue door. It was the stairwell.

You told me to begin, and that you would follow, shooting from behind as I climbed.

From behind? Fuck me.

I blushed. My entire body burned from a deeply arousing throb, pulsing through my loins. I probably should have told you right then that I wasn’t wearing panties. There was no way you weren’t going to see. But how could I explain that?

Wait. Fuck me. Am I wet?

Perfect. I have no panties on, and my pussy is wet. Who writes this shit?

I turned on my toes, hoping to buy myself a few seconds to calm down, but you were ready and waiting. So I cleared my throat, bit my bottom lip, and stepped toward the first stair. I could see that you had knelt down behind me, and pointed the camera up my dress. I tingled as I clutched the handrail on either side and stepped up bashfully.

The spark of your flash and the click of your shutter shot completely through me as I moved, revealing everything. Another step up, and ooze began seeping down my thigh, sending a dizzying ocean of lust crashing into me.

I looked back and could see your plump bone, pulling down the leg of your jeans. It pressed so hard against that tight material. You must have seen me looking, because in the next second you pulled it out, and walked toward me with it sticking out of your zipper hole.

Fuck, it was a beefy cock, rigid and swollen. I know you felt it brush solidly against my thigh as you passed me. My asshole clenched, and my pussy muscles flexed at the feeling, sending that ooze streaming down toward my heels.

Oh fuck it. I don’t give a fuck.

At the top of the first flight of stairs, I stopped to bend at the waist, touching my toes. The puffy muffin of my cunt sat out in the open, dripping lips and all. My ultra-tight asshole slowly opened, for your eyes only, visibly begging to be plugged.

You nearly dropped your camera stumbling, your blunt cock wagging freely like a dog’s tail. I straightened up, turned around, and spanked your fuck muscle with my hand to watch it wag more. Your eyes told me I could do everything I wanted, so I spanked your chubby little balls too.

You let out a squeal, but you kept shooting. So I kept climbing, fucking with you every few steps.

By the time we got to your floor, I was completely fucking naked, with a mouth full of your cum.