Darren stood practically naked, wearing only a thong made of the same material as fishnet stockings. Darlene had called for the oilers, as she admired the adonis before her from the chair. The taste of his sperm lingered in her taste buds, and the feeling of his large cock–that stretched her mouth and throat–remained as well.
The oilers quickly went to work, one starting on top, the other on the bottom. Both couldn’t keep from admiring what was visible in the thong.
Lisa stood to the side and watched them enviously, hopeful, that she would get more than just a taste of Darren. Her pussy moistened at the thought of what it would feel like to have all nine inches of Darren pumping and stretching her pussy. She knew her place and had to resist her urges.
Several female models watched with smiles on their faces from a distance. The male models watched as well, wondering who he was. A couple of them were more than curious, they were quite attracted to him. Little did they know, he wasn’t just another model, he was now in charge of them.
Darren’s cock started to swell, however, after cumming twice already, he was able to avoid a full erection, much to the disappointment of the oilers. They finished their job and left.
Darren stood in front of the backdrop uncomfortably. The female photographer was on one knee, directly before him, snapping picture after picture and smiling deliriously between them with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.
The male photographer was on his left on both knees, snapping pictures from the side. He moved to Darren’s other side while the female photographer continued, zooming in and out, snapping picture after picture directly in front of him.
The male photographer stood up and said, “I think we’re good here. Would you move to the daybed, please?”
“Wait. Hang on,” the female photographer said. “Just one more,” she moved a foot in front of Darren and took two more pictures. She pulled the camera away from her face. Her eyes were filled with lust and a mile-wide smile. “Thanks,” she said before licking her lips.
Darren blushed as he noticed her nipples poking at her black top. He walked over to the daybed and lay on his side. He felt that familiar tingle, and his cock started to swell as he noticed all the models were now watching. Before he knew it, he was fully erect, stretching his fishnet thong straight out from his body.
“Shit! Fluffer,” the male photographer yelled out.
“Wait. Wait,” Darren said and sat up. He glanced over at all the sexy female models. One in particular caught his eye. She was wearing fishnet stockings and a pink see-through lace teddy with a matching pink lace thong.
“I have an idea,” he said, looking at Darlene, “if that’s okay with you?”
Darlene looked questioningly at him, then looked at his obvious erection and smiled. “And what would that be, darling?” she asked.
“I think it would be easier to show you, if you don’t mind,” he said, then looked at the model he noticed earlier. “Excuse me. Would you come here, please?” he asked, looking directly at her.
She pointed at herself excitedly and asked, “Me?”
Darren shook his head, smiling, and said, “Yes. You. Please?”
The model smiled wide and looked at the other female models as she purposely exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked over to Darren. “Yes.”
“Thank you. I’m Darren, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Cindy,” she said, smiling as she glanced at his erection.
“Okay, Cindy. I want to try something with you.”
Cindy shook her head rapidly up and down. “Okay, I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” she said gleefully.
“Okay, stand right here. Yeah, now put your foot up on the bed… right here. Perfect, now bend over slightly and act like you’re trying to seduce me. Okay?”
“Oh, I don’t have to try,” she giggled.
Darren chuckled as his cock flexed before looking at the photographers. “Now take pictures of both of us together. You know, like you’re capturing the moment before we… well… you know what I mean, right?”
The photographers both smiled and moved closer and started taking pictures.
“Cindy. Reach out like you’re going to… um… you know… like…. Yeah, like that,” he said as his cock flexed even harder as Cindy’s hand moved to within an inch of his hard cock.
Darlene’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, I like this. I like this a lot.”
“Me too,” Ms. Steele chimed in.
The photographers ramped up their snaps.
“Cindy. Lean over now like you’re going to… ummm… you know… ummm…”
“Give you a blowjob?” she said, huskily.
“Ye… yeah. Oh, yeah. Just like that,” Darren said as his cock oozed out some pre-cum.
The female photographer quickly moved closer and took photos in rapid-fire mode. The male photographer stopped and looked on gawking as he rubbed the front of his pants.
“Oh, God. I can’t stand it,” Cindy cried out and dropped to her knees. She quickly yanked the thong down and sucked half of Darren’s cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head and started massaging his balls as Darren moaned out.
Darlene quickly ran over screaming, “What the fuck are you doing?” She grabbed the model’s hair in the back of her head and yanked her back, freeing Darren’s cock from her mouth. “You’re paid to model, and that’s it,” Darlene screamed.
Darren jumped up. “Stop it. Stop it. What are you doing, Darlene?”
Darlene kept her grip on the model’s hair and looked at Darren, shocked that he would talk to her like that.
“Let her go. NOW!” Darren commanded.
“Excuse me?” Darlene said.
“You heard me. Let her go. You may be paying her, but she’s not your slave. Let her go. NOW!”
Darelene’s eyes grew furious, but she let go of the model’s hair. She started walking towards Darren, “Now you listen here…”
“NO! YOU LISTEN! She didn’t do anything that you, Ms. Steele or Lisa haven’t. You wanted this,” he said, pointing to his hard cock. “Just like she did. You want it now. Don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. I think you’re just jealous. Come here and get on your knees. NOW!” he continued in a stern voice.
Darlene froze in her tracks. “I beg your pardon,” she said defiantly.
The entire room went silent. Everyone froze in place.
“Don’t you understand English? I said, on your knees right here… RIGHT NOW!” he said with fire in his eyes.
Darlene couldn’t believe her ears. No one talks to her like that. She looked at Darren and saw a look she’d never seen from a man before. She looked down at his big cock, still hard in front of him, as she heard him again.
“NOW!” he repeated, and pointed to the floor directly in front of him.
Though shocked, a strange feeling came over her. She didn’t understand it, but she felt drawn to his words. It almost felt like she wasn’t in her own body; she slowly stepped forward, unable to look Darren in the eyes. Her eyes only looked at that cock… that huge, hard, phallus. She dropped to her knees, her eyes frozen to the tip, inches from her face.
“No hands… just suck it,” he said firmly.
Darlene felt her heart beating rapidly, her breath became labored, and her pussy gushed in arousal as she opened her mouth and took his cock in.
“Mmmm. That’s it. Suck it until I fill your mouth.”
She closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of his throbbing meatus in her mouth. She felt like there was nothing more important in the world than to pleasure it, love it until it expelled its creamy juices. Her head started bobbing as if on its own, back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, taking more and more of it each time.
“That’s a good girl. Mmmm,” Darren said in a moan.
The only sound that could be heard, came from Darlene’s mouth– slurping and gagging—on Darren’s cock. Darren remembered what it felt like when she swallowed his whole cock. He reached down, and put his hands on the back of Darlene’s head, then pulled her towards him. Slowly, he forced his cock into her throat, inch by inch.
He paused once as she started to gag, then proceeded until her lips were on his pelvis. “Oooooh,” he moaned as his balls rose and his cock swelled and stiffened more.
Darlene knew what was coming and wanted to pull back, and his hands held her there. She didn’t resist, she wanted to please him, she wanted her to be the reason he exploded in pure pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly as they started to wet.
She felt his crown deep in her throat expand its girth and stiffen further. She knew his release was nigh. Her throat swallowing, massaging his length as she struggled to breathe through her nose.
“Ungh,” he moaned out.
Behind her eyelids, her eyeballs rolled up as she moaned over his cock, and she felt his release shoot straight down her throat. She swallowed harder, before a second volley gushed out. A third came immediately, and his moans were music to her ears. She continued to swallow, savoring every drop until it slowed and she felt his grip on her head soften, then were gone.
She pulled slightly back, feeling his engorged head slip back from the entrance to her throat to the back of her tongue. She sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed as she slowly withdrew his cock, while forcing every drop of his nectar from his shaft. Finally, after a few last lashes of her tongue, she let his flaccid cock slip from her lips.
She stared at it as it hung down in front of her. She missed its girth already, yet a warmth from the knowledge that she pleased him ran through her body and mind. She slowly raised her gaze over his abs, his stomach—all of it shining and reflecting the light—his chest, and finally his face.
An unknown satisfaction filled her as she saw him smile down and say, “Good girl,” then extended his hand to help her up.
The small crowd stared in utter disbelief at what they just witnessed, but dared not to make a sound.
Darlene’s wits came back around as she glanced at the people—her people—staring at her. She bent slightly and brushed her knees with her hand. She straightened herself back up and glanced quickly around again.
She clapped her hands together twice and yelled, “Back to work!” immediately dispersing everyone in all directions.
“Wait Cindy, please come here,” Darren said and turned to Darlene. “I think you owe Cindy an apology.”
Darlene’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to speak.
Darren looked sternly at Darlene and said, “Don’t. Just apologize.”
Her expression changed as she looked reluctantly at Cindy. Cindy’s expression was blank, as she didn’t know what to think or do.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Darlene said hesitantly in a monotone voice.
“It’s okay,” Cindy said, unable to look at her, and quickly turned around and walked away.
“Good girl,” Darren said.
Darlene still didn’t understand what was happening. Somehow, in some way, she wanted to please Darren. Her stern facial expression changed to a small smile, and she was happy that she pleased him.
Darren turned his attention to Ms. Steele. His attitude toward her was different. He still feared her regardless of her obvious desire for him, and especially his cock.
“Ms. Steele, you said you wanted me to head this project, and I’m trying to understand and take action to do that. Bringing Cindy over and having those pictures taken is part of what I believe can help,” he said.
He looked at Darlene and then back to Ms. Steele and continued, “What are we selling here? What is the goal of these pictures?”
“Sexy lingerie,” Darlene said.
“Yes, of course,” Ms. Steele said.
“In my opinion, and unless I’m mistaken, that’s why I’m here. Besides my appearance as a model, it’s my business savvy and ideas. Right? So, in my opinion, that is NOT what you’re selling. You’re selling sex, or at least the idea of having sex. Technically, yes, they are buying this item or that item… but… why are they buying these items? Hopefully, by wearing them, they hope to have sex… to appeal to their husband, wife, boyfriend, or girlfriend and excite them into having sex. Does that make sense?” he explained and openly asked.
Lisa’s eyes lit up immediately. Darlene and Ms. Steele looked confused.
“I’m saying paint the picture that they can put themselves into. Let them imagine themselves wearing what Cindy is wearing with their lover on the couch, in the bedroom, or the kitchen. Does that make sense?” Darren said.
Darlene and Ms. Steele looked at each other, and their expressions changed as they began to understand the concept. Their smiles grew larger as they turned and looked at Darren.
“Darlene, can you get your people to come up with some different setups for new photos, like the ones I mentioned? We’ll still need the individual item shots, of course,” Darren asked.
“Yes, of course,” Darlene answered.
“Great. I’d say we’re done for today then, yes?” Darren said confidently.
Ms. Steele looked at Darlene, inquisitively. Darlene smiled and replied, “Yes, I believe so.” Darlene looked back to Darren and said, “Now I know why Marsha picked you, Darren. I’m looking forward to working with you,” smiled even broader.
“Thank you, Darlene. I’m looking forward to working with you too,” he said before looking at Lisa and asking, “Shall we go?”
Lisa quickly turned to Ms. Steele, who nodded at her.
“Yes,” Lisa quickly said with a big smile on her face. She brought up her phone and sent a quick text to the driver. She giggled and said, “You might want to change before we leave.”
Darren looked down at his naked oiled body in just a fishnet thong and laughed. “What? I thought you liked me in this.”
